#looks like you got your definitive reason why he hates hunters

[avatar-idv]

can you tell us more about thid "cinderella"???

Heh. Where to start with that piece of human filth? First of all, her name’s not actually Cinderella, that’s her weird killer name because she doesn’t have enough actual sentience to think of anything original. She’s… she…

…

…She’s the reason everything went to hell. I didn’t even know what a Hunter was before I met her. Honestly, I think I’d have to thank her. Because of her, I know what to look out for. Let me tell you something about hunters, ok? If you ever get the chance to kill one, for any reason whatsoever, take it. No matter how innocent they might try to seem, that just means they’re even more sick and twisted in the head. Never give one the benefit of the doubt. That’s what got Abella killed. She murdered her and I saw it all happen.

…If you’re asking to know more about her for whatever reason, sure. For one thing, she doesn’t have feet. Just bloody stumps. She used a wheelchair in the manor but during the game she just crawled around in the dirt. Guess it’s fitting, since she ended up in the dirt in the end, yeah? Anyways, she was so obsessed with glass for whatever reason, and fairy tales too. Her weapon of choice was a random ass glass shard she found. She’s such a piece of garbage, she tried to lure us all in with a polite and princess-like facade before the game. Honestly part of me wishes the Dealer didn’t kill her just so I could get to do it myself, and make it really hurt too.

I don’t want there to be any confusion here. If you’re a hunter, you have three options. Option one is to stop, even if it means becoming a survivor. Option two is to die in whatever way you like. Because option three?

…Y’know what? Forget what I said. Pick option three. That’s the most fun for me anyways.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Don't Run Off Like That

You told the LADS Men to not piss you off and what did they do? Pissed you off. How I imagine they would react to you storming off in tears and you're not answering their calls or texts. [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

The minute you run off Zayne would watch you retreat not because he doesn't want to chase you, but because he's going through every possible outcome in his head on whether he should follow you or not.

By the time he decides to follow you're already out of sight. Now you have him walking through the streets of Linkon looking like a lost puppy. After about five minutes of blowing your phone up he's turning into Sherlock Zayne and doing some deductive reasoning about where you may have gone.

He was relieved to find you wrapped up in a blanket. Not in your bed, but in his instead.

Zayne: Please never run off like that again MC: I can't argue with you especially when I'm pissed off I'll always lose Zayne: its not really a competition it's us vs the problem MC: I know that which is why I didn't want to argue with you especially in public Zayne: I feel the same MC: I just needed to calm down Zayne: *Smiles* In my bed? MC: .... Your scent is calming I just didn't want to hug you while I was mad at you so your bed was the perfect solution

Rafayel

Rafayel is immediately chasing after you the minute you storm off, but of course you break out into a full sprint. He would be STRESSED. This man gets antsy when you don't reply fast enough. Now you're not replying and he can't find you? Yea his chest hurts. He's calling you on speaker phone just so he can continue texting you. After about ten minutes of your phone blowing up non-stop you share your location with him.

He found you in his kitchen, sitting on the counter, eating all his snacks. "I thought you got kidnapped or something!"

"Need I remind you I'm a trained fighter and constantly have a gun on my hip?" Rafayel would roll his eyes before taking the snacks from your hands and slotting himself between your legs. He rested his head in the crook of your neck while taking deep calming breaths.

Rafayel: Why did you run off like that? MC: I didn't want to say anything I'd regret so I needed time to myself Rafayel: So you turn into sonic the hedgehog? MC: I knew you'd come find me Rafayel: I'll always find you.

Xavier

Let's be so for real Xavier is on you. If you try to run from him he gonna teleport in front of you. So in order to get away from him you have to excuse yourself and then dip out when he can't see you. That whole turn around and storm off you planned on doing? Not happening that mf way too fast.

He would realize you've been gone for a while so he'd text you with concern. A few minutes pass and he starts getting worried. He's immediately on the move looking for you; checking your location, trying to get the coordinates on your watch. He'd call Jeremiah asking if he'd seen you as he's running around.

He manages to find you in the Hunters Association doing research on the increase in wanderers.

Xavier: You'd rather do research than talk to me? MC: You pissed me off and I hate arguing with you ... I needed something to take my mind off it Xavier: I don't enjoy it either but please don't disappear like that you almost gave me a heart attack MC: I needed to calm down Xavier: There's nothing wrong with that I just .... if something happened to you I don't want our last words to be out of anger you know? MC: I know ... I don't want that either

Sylus

Sylus would feel terrible for making you upset enough to storm off in tears, but he'd let you blow off some steam before coming to find you. He would definitely have the twins contact you first before he showed up. He'd have Mephisto watch you and report back to him as well.

You didn't go far he knew you'd storm off to one of your favorite places on base. The home library. He found you curled up on one of the giant bean bag chairs that you just had to have(he couldn't say no of course)

Sylus: May I come in? MC: Permission granted Sylus: I didn't mean to upset you Princess MC: Im sure you didn't mean to but you did and we're at a good point in our relationship I don't want to say anything I'll regret later Sylus: I don't mind you cursing me out MC: I mind Sylus: Are you ready to talk? MC: Yes, but I want a foot rub as we talk Sylus: *chuckles* I may have spoiled you too much MC: Is that a no? Sylus: *Grabs your foot* I'll do anything for you as long as you talk to me

[angelismmm]

omg can i req x-rated: the queen, blade with 7 and 10(?) its fine if u can only do one of those 👍👍 take as much time as u need to write huhu 🫶🫶

— i deleted my progress on this like 5 times, thne i went to sleep HELP

☆ warnings. nsfw, sex, all that stuff, fluff and smut at the same time, breeding kink (always n forever), bdsm, hickeys, choking

You look so adorable with my hands around your neck. You know we're more than just friends with benefits, you know that. — headcannons on blade being into bdsm ig idk

definitely likes to choke you during sex. the bruise it leaves when he lets go turns him on, like super on. it's not like he wants you to get hurt, but when he sees the bruises or marks he put on you and you can't help but just take it all in makes him feel so good.

probably you both got on the stellaron hunter business together, meeting either as kids and been with each other since or, well, meeting in early adulthood. I doubt that he went to college or what, but he probably just met you at work too. then you both worked it up from there

had an insanely hard amount of time trying to get to know you as a person honestly, and while on a mission, you both just got so tired of competing with each other in silence, why not work together?

basically you guys had hate sex for no reason, that's it, and no one else but you two know about it. the way he breeds your hole should only be to his knowing. and that's how he's done it. but slowly he's started to be more publicly affectionate, and almost barking at anyone that flirted with you.

he just.. wants people to know you are not up for dating of any kind. but it's not like you guys were the one dating.. right?

jealous asf when he sees someone else makes you laugh, and fucks his frutration out on you when you both are in private.

but he knows you don't like it either when he's acting up with someone else, only you should make him feel like that, and letting him work so easily in and out of your hole is a good way to say you're mine!

he loves choking, like seeing you in pain isn't really what he prefers, but when he's the reason to cause that pain, and hearing your little whimpers when they're touched or what? damn!! do you wanna see mini carbon copies of him or what???

likes to see when someone notices the bruises around your neck from last night, because you were just so adorable with his hands around your pretty neck!

you both actually liked each other, but treated each other like just another one night stand, like no ❌❌ dont say that ❌❌ like you bth are in denial till he gotta say somthimg ☹️‼️

during sex, probably after filling up your hole w his warm cum n stuff, he'll finally say; "we are more than just friends with benefits, you know that."

and indeed you do, you both start going officially out together, starting at a little coffee shop. somewhere far and away from everything else.

as he worked so sloppily and messily in and out of your hole, he couldn't help but utter the words "we're more than just friends with benefits, you know that." your eager nods were enough for him to finally finish, feeling all his warming cum shoot up inside you. slowly you felt his cock go soft inside you, looking back to his gaze, "gotta make sure it sticks, babe."

im mentally ill 😘😘😘‼️

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[my-proof-is-you]

But God, at what cost?

Imagine: Dean helping you get through your cardio workout

A/N: Literally thought of this when I was at the gym trying to get through a workout. Pretended Dean was cheering me on…is that weird? Ha.

You were pretty sure almost no one hated running more than you.

You were a bigger person. You always had been. Plus sized, if you will. You were very strong, though. When you hunted, you held your own. 

You didn’t hate your body, either. You weren’t skinny like some of your friends were in high school. You knew none of them could do what you could on hunts, though.

Dean liked your curves, too. He always said he admired your strength and the man damn near worshipped your body in bed. 

But you knew your weakness: cardio. 

It wasn’t very often you had to run for your life. You, Sam and Dean made a great hunting team, so there was rarely a need to run away. 

When you did, though, you lagged behind. That meant that Dean lagged behind, too. He would never leave you to fend for yourself. You didn’t like it. You didn’t want him in danger any more than he wanted you to be.

So that was why you were trying to get better at running even though it was the bane of your existence. You’d been spending time in the bunker gym, using the treadmill Sam had bought for when the weather outside wasn’t conducive to his runs.

You didn’t really want Dean to know what you were doing. It was your own problem, and you wanted to fix it on your own. 

You’d run a few times on your own on the treadmill, and hated every second of it. It put you in a bad mood for the rest of the day, and your boyfriend had definitely noticed. 

You were once again trying to get a run in on the treadmill before the brothers got back from their supply run. Unfortunately, you didn’t time it right.

“Y-Y/N?” Dean asked, entering the gym. He had a shocked look on his face. 

“What?” You huffed, annoyed. It wasn’t his fault, but you couldn’t hide how much you hated what you were doing.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, coming to stand next to the treadmill with his arms crossed over his chest. 

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t a person run without getting asked a million questions?”

“A person, yes. You…no. Sweetheart, you hate running,” he said with a smile and a raised eyebrow. 

“Yeah—well— hate—putting you—in danger—more,” you said while panting.

Dean reached over, pulling the cord that stops the treadmill. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed, slowing to a walk before the belt stopped completely. 

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked. “What danger?”

“I’m slow, Dean,” you said, finally regaining your breath. “I know I am. And I don’t want to be the reason you stay behind and get killed by a monster!”

“First of all, that’s not going to happen. And B, you are one of the best hunters I know. I really think you’re underestimating yourself.”

You sighed. “Regardless, Dean, I could be better, and I want to be.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed as he studied your face. “This has nothing to do with looks, right? Cause, sweetheart, you know I think you’re perfect the way you are.”

You smiled, despite your exhaustion. “I know that, De. And I promise, it’s not about that. I know I’m hot,” you said with a wink. 

Dean bit his lip, sending a little thrill through to your core. 

“I just want to improve is all,” you said with a shrug. 

“Well, sweetheart, you know how I feel about running, too. I hate it maybe more than you do. But if this is something you want, I will help you,” Dean said, reaching out to squeeze your hand. 

You weren’t sure how he meant to help you, but going it alone wasn’t working. You’d take any help offered at this point.

He watched your face as you tried to understand what he’d do, and he gestured for you to step back on the treadmill. You turned it back on and began jogging. 

After a minute or so, you started to get out of breath and wanted desperately to stop. You looked at Dean, who nodded his head in the direction the treadmill was facing to tell you to keep looking forward. 

“You got this, sweetheart,” he began. He wasn’t yelling it, just speaking with conviction at his normal volume. 

“I’ve seen you go through literal Hell, Y/N. This is nothing. You are so strong.”

His words gave you some confidence. It was nice to hear, especially over the voice in your head that was telling you to quit. 

You went another ten minutes with Dean’s words of encouragement spurring you on before your legs started really aching.

“It—hurts—De—” you panted.

“Just a little more, Y/N/N. And when you’re done, I’m gonna take you to the shower…get you nice and clean,” he said, his voice turning sultry.

“Hm?” You asked, suddenly distracted from your pain. 

“That’s right, baby. Then I’m gonna massage all your sore muscles.”

You felt even more of a blush rising to your cheeks.

“And tomorrow, when you’re all rested, we’re gonna do some cardio together.”

“You—hate—running,” you said, breathless for more than one reason.

“I’m not talking about running, sweetheart.”

You hit your goal of two miles then, and nearly leapt off the treadmill before the belt even stopped. 

“Let’s hit the showers,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the hall. 

Dean followed, chuckling. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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Dean/Jensen:

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[menlove]

What do you think actually happened between John and Paul that caused John to become so bitter and vindictive towards Paul? If I remember correctly, the prevailing theory of John being rejected by Paul was actually conceived to retroactively 'explain ' John's behavior because otherwise it seems inexplicable why he would turn on so completely on the person who had been arguably his closest friend, if not lover. However, it's evident from Paul's lyrics and interview to Hunter Davies that he is entirely confused and hurt by John's behavior. Like he even complains everyone always looks to him for blame but nobody sees how much he was hurt by John. I'm not trying to take any sides here of course, both John and Paul had their faults and issues which complicated their relationship but genuinely curious to hear what your theory is.

honestly? bpd. like I barely even think of it as a theory, although ofc it is, bc sooooo many people agree that john could have Easily been diagnosed w bpd

like there's a thing called splitting w bpd where you just. like on a Dime you can't stand someone. and this can be very brief (I've split on people and it lasted like an hour) or permanent but it's very common. like you go every quickly from idealization to demonization of a person. or complete apathy (which is my personal kryptonite rip)

not only that but there's quite a few paul quotes where he talks about the fact that john started "slagging him off" as a way to distance himself from paul/the beatles and sort of "prove" to yoko that he was entirely devoted to her. which also makes sense to me as a bpd cunt bc I've unfortunately done that too 😭 and it's not necessarily an act either, it's just like.......... your brain can't make room for the way you feel for a New Person and an Old Person so you start analyzing everything that Old Person did and finding every flaw and magnifying it and blowing it up until you start feeling bitter or angry and suddenly in your mind someone that was once your world is like. some kind of villain out of a storybook.

and this is very very difficult to deal with and he wasn't really........ getting any help or outside people telling him that his view of paul/the beatles was being distorted. yoko was also pretty paranoid & from several sources encouraged his bitterness/paranoia (which isn't a dunk on her- I'm just a firm believer that she was a Complicated Person and villifying OR deifying is just weird and racist). not to Mention the scream therapy stuff, where I'm Pretty sure he himself has even said he was encouraged to pick apart his life and relationships and find Issues.

so you've got someone whose brain is already a goddamn game of mouse trap telling him that if he's not w paul/the beatles anymore he Has to hate him, surrounded by people encouraging that line of thought, and hounded by media asking him about it and pitting him against paul

and with that in mind, I do think it was also a bit exaggerated by the media. it was definitely encouraged, that's for sure. but even if john didn't Hate Paul, that's how it would be portrayed bc it made a more dramatic and interesting story. they'd ask him (and paul) leading questions to get the most material.

I honestly don't find it inexplicable that he'd turn on him without a "reason" so maybe my own mouse trap of a brain is part of why I disagree so much w that dominant narrative of rejection to explain it 😭 bc for me and many other bpd cunts I know it's just. it could Literally be nothing. often it's just a SENSE of rejection that will cause a split. and I'm willing to bet that their growing distance, paul pushing the band harder to work after brian died, paul not really accepting yoko and johnandyoko, the possible dying out of a sexual aspect of their relationship, paul proposing to jane & later getting with/marrying linda, paul Accepting john's ask for a divorce, paul going out and making an album on his own....... well. it's a perfect storm for my fellow bpd bitch to go "well fuck him I never loved him that guy fucking sucks and whatever he does doesn't hurt me anyway bc I don't care At All he's just the absolute worst and I can't stand him"

which of course had to be whiplash for paul. from his pov it was genuinely out of nowhere. but I will say all his comments about it and john needing to put him/the beatles aside for yoko and just..... all his quotes around john's mental health seem to be very VERY aware of all this. he knew john better than anyone & his main confusion seems to be around whether or not john ever actually loved or even liked him. which is an understandable emotional reaction. I think, though, he does show a deep understanding of john when he talks about all of this which makes me soooo :(

[criminalamnesia]

The One I’d Come Looking For

warnings: mentions of blood and death, mentions of past trauma, no use of y/n, reader has an unnamed sister, reader has powers and goes by “phantom”, not proofread

summary: you and peter had fallen out months ago because of your different lifestyles. now, he’s back in your life and trying to save you from Kraven’s hunters.

author’s note: I’m down bad for insomniac!peter. anyways I wrote this quickly and in a blur. it’s also my first step back into writing for fun in a while so I’m sorry if it’s awful and messy! I definitely started this with a different ending in mind but what’s done is done.

—

You thought you’d put your life as a criminal behind you. You’d been doing good for yourself without the help of your powers. You’d gotten out— but Kraven pulled you right back in.

You were on the run now, constantly looking over your shoulder as you attempted to find a way out of New York. It’s times like these you’d wish those experiments had given you the power of flight— maybe even invisibility. Anything to get you out quickly and unscathed.

Your phone rings for the third time in ten minutes. You don’t need to check the caller ID to see who’s calling. You know it’s one of the spiders— probably Miles, as you and Peter had a complicated history.

You ignore the ringing in favor of focusing on pushing the needle into the skin of your thigh to sew up the gash there. Kraven’s hunters were no joke. You’d faced worse, but they’d caught you by surprise. One minute you’re sleeping peacefully, the next your eyes are flying open to the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

You’d taken out most of them as you escaped, but one had taken a sword to your thigh. You were lucky— those blades were sharp enough to cut through bone. The one that hit you had skimmed you, but it had still cut deep enough to need stitches.

You bit your bottom lip as you worked on stitching yourself up. Your first aid skills were a little rusty, but it was almost like riding a bike. You never forget how to patch yourself up after a fight, right?

The phone rang again and you scowled. You should’ve left the damn thing behind, but maybe your subconscious made you take it in hopes that he’d call.

You and Peter hadn’t spoken in months, not since you stepped back from a life of villainy. In hindsight, it’s ironic. Peter hated your lifestyle when you were together— it’s one of the reasons things ended. You’d think he’d be interested once you were on the straight-and-narrow, but he was radio silent.

You could understand. You had done a number on him— and he on you.

Again, the phone rings. You pull the needle through your skin a final time, tying the thread and reaching for the bandages beside you. A knock on the door startles you out of your thoughts.

The bandages are forgotten as you raise your hands. Green light swirls around your fingertips. You’re ready to send a barrage of green spikes through the air when whoever is knocking speaks.

“Phantom, I know you’re in there.”

Peter.

“It’s open,” You sigh, dropping your hands and turning your attention back to the bandages.

The door slowly creeps open a crack to reveal an unfamiliar suit. The red and blue you once knew are gone, replaced by an eery black that unsettles you. You raise your eyebrows as he enters the room and pushes the door shut behind him.

“New suit?” You ask, looking back down at your leg as you start wrapping the bandage. You grit your teeth as you pull the fabric tight around your thigh. You couldn’t afford to start bleeding again.

“Why don’t you answer your phone?” He counters, his voice lower than you remember. It almost didn’t sound like him.

“Kinda busy here, Pete. Fuckin’ hunters know what they’re doing. I’m sure they’ve got my trail again, it’s only a matter of time before they come busting in here. I’ve gotta patch myself up and get going— excuse me if I don’t have time for chatting,” you huff, not bothering to look at him as he approaches you.

“I saw them on my way over,” he says. “Said hi.”

“Did you?” You said, ripping the last of the bandages and patting your thigh. You’d have to stay ahead of them now. You’d lose a foot race, but you may win with some distance. “How kind.”

“I was trying to buy you some time.”

“I don’t need your help, Peter,” you spoke, pushing yourself off of the floor while minding your hurt leg. “I’ve been doing fine on my own.”

“You should be grateful,” he said. There was an angry edge to his voice, and it was unnerving. You’d never heard him speak in such a tone, especially towards you. No matter how mad you made him when the two of you were together, he never reached that point.

“Should I?” You questioned, getting a good look at him now. He still had the white spider you recognized, but the rest of the suit was a slimy looking black. “I don’t owe you shit, Spider-Man,” you threw the title in his face, watching as the off-white slits of his eyes narrowed. “I didn’t ask for your help. I can handle myself— I have been handling myself for months, and last I checked, you wanted nothing to do with me. So, why are you standing here now?”

He exhaled sharply. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you gave a small laugh and shook your head. “This angsty, brooding act isn’t cute, Pete. Tell me what you want or get lost.”

“I’m trying to save you,” he spat as his face started to come into view. Black tendrils of the suit slinked away until his mask was completely gone. There was a look in his eyes you didn’t recognize.

“Save me from what, the hunters? Little too late for that, incase you haven’t noticed,” you gestured a hand to your thigh.

“Kraven,” he spoke, his voice rough. “He’s killing villains. He’ll kill you.”

“I’m not scared of Kraven or his hunters,” you said, reaching down to swipe your bag off of the floor. You shrugged one of the straps over your shoulder and looked back at Peter. “And you should know I don’t need saving.”

“Can you not be so stubborn for once?” Annoyance was clear in his tone as one of his hands reached out to wrap lightly around your wrist.

“Since when do you care about my well-being?” You countered, pulling your wrist from his grasp and stepping around him. “We didn’t end on good terms. We haven’t spoken in months. I don’t think you could hate anyone, that’s not who you are—” you gave a small laugh as you shook your head, “but I’m pretty sure you got close to hating me.”

“I never hated you,” he told you, and his voice almost sounded normal again, but you were already walking towards the door. Your hand grasped the handle, pulling it open, but making no move to step out.

You ignored him. Although you would never tell him, those words meant a lot to you. You had loved Peter— for fuck’s sake, you were going to marry him. But you got caught up in some bad shit, and he couldn’t forgive you for it. You didn’t expect him to.

The last time you had seen him, you’d limped away. Broken and bleeding, abandoning him on a rooftop, ignoring his pleas for you to do the right thing.

You had never raised a fist to him, nor he to you. In fact, he had saved you from death at the hands of Kingpin that night— and still you’d finished the job you were assigned.

The clarity that came after was crushing. Missing him was crushing, but you were too proud and he was too tired. You know that if you’d gone back to him, he would have eventually forgiven you. Peter was good like that. It was one of the reasons you had loved him.

It was one of the reasons you still loved him.

“Goodbye, Spider-Man.” You spoke softly before stepping into the hall and shutting the door behind you.

You hobbled down the hallway and desperately tried to ignore the pain in your leg. The hunters wouldn’t stop just because you were injured, meaning you couldn’t stop either.

Whatever. You’d been through worse.

As you approached the end of the hall, the irises of your eyes shifted to a light green. It was a subtle tell that you were using your powers. As if the occasional glowing-green structures you created weren’t enough of a tell.

You shifted through the wall, your eyes fading back to their original color as you inhaled deeply. You knew Peter was probably still lurking somewhere close by. He was never one to sit back and let something happen, especially if it involved someone he cared for.

Well, used to care for. You supposed it was just the heroic-ness of him that kept him glued to your shadow. He couldn’t leave in good conscience, not when the hunters were on your tail.

You limped deeper into the alleyway you’d shifted into. It reeked of rotten food and you swore you saw a rat run by, but life on the run was never glamorous. Besides, the darkness of the alley made you feel the tiniest bit safer, even if you knew the hunters had tech that would make the dark surrounding you look like daylight.

Speaking of…

An arrow whizzed by your head, embedding itself into the metal of the overflowing dumpster a few feet ahead. You sighed.

“Can’t you guys take a hint?” You turned and raised your hands, ready to defend yourself, and—

“Run!”

Peter had been following you. He landed between you and the quickly approaching squad of hunters, sparing you a glance over his shoulder before turning to unleash his wrath on Kraven’s lackeys.

“Can’t run even if I wanted to, Spider!” You shouted, shrugging off your bag and tossing it to the side.

What happened next was a blur.

Green light swirled between your raised fingers, materializing into the green spikes you’d almost impaled Peter with ten minutes ago. You sent them flying towards the hunters who weren’t preoccupied with the spider currently ripping them to shreds.

One hunter screamed in pain as one spike met it’s mark, piercing the woman’s abdomen.

Peter may have a no-kill rule, but that didn’t mean you did.

Another grunted as a spike met his shoulder, but he soldiered on with a sword raised.

“Really? Still coming?” You huffed as you formed a sword of your own, the green light it was constructed of illuminating your battlefield.

The man roared a battle cry as he brought his blade down towards you. You parried swiftly, but the man you were fighting was much more experienced with a blade. He swung again, and as you attempted to move out of the way, the blade sliced into your other leg.

“You guys don’t fight fair, huh?” You groaned. Green light dissolved as you lost your focus on your own weapon. Now you were just trying to keep your balance as you dodged the hunter’s strikes by the skin of your teeth.

“Not as strong as we thought,” the hunter spoke as his blade made contact once more, this time cutting into your arm. “Kraven will be disappointed.”

“You caught me on an off day,” you rolled your eyes. “Maybe try again next week?”

“Phantom!”

The shout caught you off guard, and you made a stupid, careless, rookie mistake. You would later blame it on the horrible concoction of events leading to that moment. Peter popping back into your life, the cut on your thigh, and the fatigue you felt after being on the run for days.

Your head turned to follow the voice because you knew it was Peter’s. Old habits die hard, right?

The hunter raised his sword again, and then the world went black.

—

When you woke up, you were in a cage. An honest to god cage. You snorted as you lifted your pounding head from the ground. The hunters took their shtick seriously, you had to give them that.

You blinked your eyes rapidly in an attempt to clear the spots clouding your vision. Probably a concussion. Just another injury to add to the list.

As you slowly pushed your body up into a sitting position, you mentally noted your other injuries. Deep cuts to one arm and both thighs, including the cut you’d stitched— which was now bleeding again. Your right leg also felt broken, which you guessed was something the hunters had done after you’d fallen asleep so you wouldn’t escape.

“Kudos to them for trying,” you mumbled under your breath as you shakily— and very carefully— stood.

You limped to the bars of the cage and grasped onto them for support. As you surveyed your surroundings, you realized you were in a zoo. It almost made you laugh.

“You guys are cute for being so committed to your little hunter thing. Really, it’s adorable,” you spoke as you caught sight of the hunter standing a few feet away.

The woman didn’t acknowledge you. She kept her back towards you as she watched the small fire crackling in front of her.

“Even the spider talks less than you,” a man’s gruff voice startled you. The hunter stepped out of the shadows as he approached the woman by the fire.

“Speaking of the spider,” you called out, “where is he? Do we have adjoining cages, or does he get special treatment?”

The male hunter didn’t bite. He came to a stop beside the woman, leaned down to whisper something into her ear, and then he turned and left.

When the sound of the man’s boots hitting the ground could no longer be heard, the woman turned around. She snarled as she looked at you. One of her hands reached to unsheathe the hunting knife strapped to her hip.

You watched as she began to walk towards you. Your mind raced as you thought of different ways to escape. If she opened your cage, you could use your powers and dispose of her— but how big was this zoo? You had only seen the two hunters, but you weren’t naive enough to believe they were the only ones here.

“Lucky for you,” the woman finally spoke. Her voice was thick with an accent you couldn’t place. “Kraven wants you alive.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Lucky for me.”

The woman raised the knife in one hand and reached the other towards your cage. You struck in an instant.

Green light contrasted the orange of the fire as a spear materialized in your hand. You shoved it forward between the bars of the cage, right into tj woman’s stomach. Before she could attempt a scream, you wrenched the weapon from her gut, raised it in your grasp, and shoved it into her throat.

She dropped to the ground, the only sound escaping her throat a quiet gurgle. You were done playing games— and you didn’t want to prove Peter right. You didn’t need his help. You would get out of here on your own.

You phased through the bars of the cage and raised your hands in anticipation. The only thing you heard was the sound of the fire. It was too quiet.

“Need some help?”

You scowled as you turned your head to look at the man who landed beside you.

“I don’t need you to save me,” you spoke.

“You were locked in a cage,” Peter replied, throwing a thumb over his shoulder towards the cage. “I think you needed a little help.”

“I’m not in the cage anymore, am I? And whose doing is that?” You retorted as Peter’s face slowly revealed itself.

“You just can’t say thank you, huh?” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Fuck you, Peter. I told you to stay out of it. I know you feel like you have to intervene, but you don’t, so—”

“Of course I have to intervene,” he cut you off. “I can’t let you die.” His tone was almost angry as he took a step closer to you.

“Are you doing this because it’s me or because of your need to save people?” You said, and he went quiet.

“You feel like you can’t let this go because you have to save everyone. I get it, Peter. But you don’t have to save me.”

“I can’t let you die,” he repeated, his voice soft. His eyes met yours.

Back in that abandoned house, when you’d seen Peter’s face, he hadn’t seemed like himself. But now, as you stared into his eyes, you saw the Peter you knew. The one you loved.

“Peter—” you began, but he shook his head.

“Just let me talk. The way things ended… it shouldn’t have happened like that. I was angry. First May and then— then you. And you went back and finished that job and I just couldn’t— I couldn’t do it. I could barely look at you.”

He paused, and you waited for him to speak again.

“I didn’t understand it at first, why you did it. But now I do. Ganke found out what you did with that money a few weeks after. I wanted to say something— but you were in the wind, and I knew you didn’t want me to come looking. So, I let you go. I had Ganke keep a lookout for any calls that might’ve related to you, but none ever came. You went clean, and I wanted to reach out, but—”

“Peter, whatever end this whole big speech is coming to, I don’t need to hear it.” You interrupted, and he shook his head.

“No, you do. You weren’t a… good guy. Not all the time. I know that. But some of the things you did, and who you worked for, I understand now. Your sister—”

“How do you know about her?” You spoke, eyes wide.

“Please don’t be mad— I had Ganke do some digging after… everything.”

You were shaking now. Peter knew. He knew everything. He knew that you worked for big bosses like Kingpin because you were sending money to your sister.

He knew that you became a criminal because of your anger and your desperate attempts at finding the man who experimented on you. Mob bosses have connections, and you thought you could work out a deal.

He knew that the reason you still finished that job for Kingpin, even if the villain had almost killed you, was because your sister’s life was at stake.

He knew your sister was dead, and that’s why you had tried to disappear.

“We had our problems when we were together,” Peter said after a beat of silence. “And I’m not excusing your past— but you could’ve told me. I could’ve helped you.”

You shook your head. “No, you couldn’t have. He would’ve killed her sooner. Besides, you’re not my therapist, Peter. No one could’ve help me with that anger I felt— that I still feel. I’m still who I was, I’m just trying not to take it out on innocent people anymore. I don’t want to be the reason someone else loses their sister.”

You could hear police sirens in the distance. You gave a small shake of your head as you pushed back the thoughts of your past.

“We should go.”

Peter reached forward, his hand finding solace on your shoulder.

“I can’t forget what you’ve done. I can’t forget the fights and the disagreements between us. But, I also can’t forget the love I have for you. I can’t forget how much I’ve missed you over these past few months. I can’t forget, but I’m willing to forgive.”

Your eyes met his once more. “Peter—”

“I will always come looking for you, over and over again. Even if it takes me a little bit,” he gave a small laugh, and you rolled your eyes.

The sirens were getting closer. You inhaled deeply.

“This doesn’t fix us.” You told him, and he nodded.

“It doesn’t. But maybe one day soon, we can try again.”

A small smile etched its way onto your lips. You gave a small nod as one of your hands came up to rest on his hand.

“Now, let’s get you out of here,” he said as his mask reformed. He moved his hand from your shoulder to you waist and pulled you tightly into his side.

“Still remember how to do this?” He teased, and you laughed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget the fear that comes with your horrible steering.”

“Just for that,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “I’m going the long way.”

Peter shot a web and the two of you were pulled into the sky. You held onto him tightly, and even though you knew the two of you had a long way to go, you’d never been more excited to see where the journey would take you.

[photogirl894]

Hello! I saw you wrote my request. 🥰 Thanks so much. Could I request another one? This one is a bit angsty: 29 & 30 with Wrecker x Fem reader. I’m wondering if this could be a challenge bc I just don’t see Wrecker getting into an argument with his s/o. Maybe his brothers, but not his girl.

Thanks!

Aw man, you're killing me with the Wrecker angst here, my friend 😜 But alas, here it is!!

"Not Ready"

29. "Shut up!"/"Make me!"

30. "Don't walk away from me!"

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

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"What were you thinking? I told you, you weren't ready!"

After just narrowly finishing a mission, you found yourself being reprimanded by Wrecker. Lately, he'd been teaching you how to disarm explosives and you'd come across one on the mission that you honestly thought you could disable on your own, even though Wrecker had warned you against it saying you weren't quite ready yet. You thought you'd had it, but things had gone wrong and you'd made the countdown go faster. Wrecker had to quickly grab you and rush you to safety just before it exploded. Luckily, you and the rest of the squad had made it out okay with the intel you needed and you were on your way back to the Marauder...but Wrecker was definitely not happy with you at the moment and neither were you.

"And I told you, I had it handled!" you said frustratedly back to him, stopping to turn back and face him.

"Which is why the countdown started speeding up?" he asked back.

"Okay, that was one mistake," you spat back.

"One that almost cost you your life," he responded.

It was then Echo came between you two and said, "Look, that's enough. We still got out of there with what we needed."

"We wouldn't have had I not stepped in. Her not listening to me could've ruined the whole mission," Wrecker stated, growing increasingly mad.

"Ugh, shut up!" you shouted, getting angry.

Then he bellowed back at you, louder than you'd ever heard from him before, "Make me!"

The booming volume of his voice startled you and you instinctively took a step back, your eyes widening at how almost frightening he sounded. Wrecker had never yelled at you or even raised his voice at you like that. It scared you and that's what hurt even more. You weren't scared of Wrecker; you knew he would never hurt anyone. His heart was too good for that. This, however...it was different and you hated how it made you feel. Tears sprang to your eyes and, taken aback by the whole thing, you whipped around and sprinted away from the group in a different direction, hearing the others calling after you.

Wrecker realized too late what he had done just before you ran off. His face fell and his heart dropped at seeing how frightened you were. He hadn't meant to yell like that, but he had just gotten so frustrated...now he deeply regretted it.

"You shouldn't have yelled at her like that, Wrecker," Hunter lightly scolded him.

"I know," Wrecker replied sadly. "I don't know what came over me."

"You need to talk to her and apologize," Hunter told him.

Wrecker simply nodded and ran off in the direction you had gone.

You had stopped to quickly catch your breath and wipe the tears away from your eyes when you heard Wrecker's thunderous footsteps coming. You figured he had followed after you to just yell at you some more, so you went to move away.

"Wait, don't!" he cried out, making you halt. Then you heard his voice tremble slightly as he pleaded, "Please don't...don't walk away from me."

You turned over your shoulder and saw Wrecker standing just a few feet away, a look of regret on his face.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have yelled at you or said all those things. I care about you a lot and...I got worried when that bomb nearly killed you. That's why I want to make sure you're fully ready when it comes to explosives...and I'd hoped you would trust me when it came to them."

You hung your head in shame. He was right. He was the demolitions expert for a reason. "You're right. I should've trusted you," you admitted. "I just...really thought I was ready and wanted to impress you."

He walked over and put his hands on your shoulders. "You have impressed me with how quickly you're learning," he said to raise your spirits. "But if you jump the gun too quickly with explosives, things could end badly. That's why you have to be extra careful. You got it?"

"Yeah...I do," you replied. "I'm sorry and I'll be sure to listen to you better in the future."

"And I'll be sure to not get too worked up if things go wrong," he promised. "I'm just afraid of losing you."

You reached up and laid a hand on his cheek. "It'll take a lot more than a bomb for you to ever lose me. You can count on that."

With a comforted smile, he wrapped you up in his strong and warm embrace, just happy to have you there in the first place.

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Not So Perfect Family

Pairing: Joel x Female Reader  Warnings: Smut, Joel being Daddy obvi, Ellie being the teen daughter we all once were, found family, slight choking if you squint, unprotected sex (I mean where would you even find condoms in a apocalypse?)

Joel and Ellie were doing just fine on their own and they were just trying to get by. It wasn’t until they arrived in the town that Joel’s brother was in where Ellie hit it off with one of the older women in town. (Y/N).

She is smart, courageous, loud, determined, and basically the mother that Ellie always needed. 

After Tess passed, Joel and Ellie both needed that motherly figure around them to keep them both in check. 

Except Joel won’t except (Y/N) around. 

“I don’t need you mothering me. I’m not the 14 year old,” he said to her while she helped to clean his wounds. “Fine, bleed out and die for all I care but don’t you dare get mad at me when that little girl in the other room kills herself because she doesn’t have you around anymore,” (Y/N) said back to him as he then just rolled his eyes and let her continue to help him. 

They all went on hunts together and they stuck together like a family. 

When they got captured or taken in by other people, they were always asked if they were a family. Joel at first hated when people would just assume that he and (Y/N) were a couple and that Ellie was their child but now he’s gotten so used to it and Ellie is more his daughter than she ever was anyone else’s at this point. 

It honestly wasn’t until Ellie told Joel to make a move on (Y/N) that he noticed how close they actually were.

“Why don’t you just ask her out or something?” Ellie asked as she put on her jacket. Her and Joel were going out to go get dinner. AKA they were going to go shoot down a rabbit or deer of some sort while (Y/N) stayed back and rested since she had gotten pretty beat up in the last fight they had with a clicker. No one got bit but it sure did get close.

“Right, I’ll just take her to Olive Garden,” Joel said as he cleaned out his rifle. “What’s Olive Garden?” Ellie asked with curious eyes. “It’s- nevermind. I’m not going to ask (Y/N) out because that is not important,” Joel said as Ellie shrugged.

“Well, I think it is important because everyone needs some lovin every once in a while and I know you haven’t had any since Tess and I don’t think (Y/N) has had many boyfriends because I heard your brother call her stand-off-ish. Whatever that means,” Ellie said as (Y/N) walked in the room.

“Who said I was stand-off-ish?” “My dumb brother.” “So you don’t think I am?” She asked as she placed her hands on her hips. “No, I definitely do but my brother had no right calling you that,” Joel said as (Y/N) smiled at Ellie. 

Joel and Ellie left and when they came back the house looked almost clean.

They had found an abandoned house in the woods and it hadn’t been destroyed by infected or ransacked by hunters. It was almost in pristine condition. Except for the fact that there is no running water or gas. So they made all their food on a campfire in the backyard and they promised to only stay there during the night. In the daytime, they will try and get to the next town over to get more essentials.  

Joel cooked up a mean rabbit in the backyard while Ellie changed out of her snow covered pants. (Y/N) and her made up a board game without a board. Sometimes Joel would join in if he wasn’t in a grumpy mood. 

But for some reason, tonight felt different. 

They had had many nights as a family together. Nothing new there. But for some reason when they finished dinner that night things were different. 

“You should get some sleep, kiddo,” Joel said to Ellie as (Y/N) finished braiding her hair. “Fine, but in the morning I demand more stories about BP (Before Pandemic).”

“Alright. Just head up and We’ll come check in on you in a minute,” He said as (Y/N) tied off the braid with a ribbon and then Ellie ran up into the child’s bedroom that was perfectly left undestroyed in the home. 

There were three bedrooms in the home. It was a nice home. Joel could only assume that there was a big family living there before because in what is now Ellie’s room there is a bunk-bed, a desk, a crib fit for a toddler, and it had a beautiful sliding door closet.

Joel’s room is the second biggest room across from (Y/N)’s room. Joel’s was probably the office since their isn’t a bed in that room but a nice couch. He insisted on taking that room only because he knows it’s not right to take a nice big queen sized bed from a woman like (Y/N).

“We should clean up and lock up,” (Y/N) said as Joel nodded silently and then he got up and locked the doors and put a dresser in front of the front door like he had for the past month of them living there and then he put a desk in front of the back door and a string attached from the desk to the dresser so that while they are upstairs if someone or something breaks in then they will know. 

They headed up the stairs and they snuck quietly into Ellie’s room. She was tucked under the covers of the bottom bunk and she actually looked peaceful. “Good night, baby girl,” Joel whispered as (Y/N) smiled at the man.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked as she turned a bright shade of red. “Nothing, I just love your love for her. It makes me almost forget that the world ended. Because when I look at you and her I can almost think for a small minute that you two are actually a father and daughter and we are just a happy family not fighting for their lives,” (Y/N) said as Joel then went to wipe away a tear from her eye. 

She hadn’t even noticed she was crying. 

“If the world hadn’t ended, I would have never met you,” He said as she smiled. “That’s not completely true. Because I like to think everyone is always connected. And that maybe we would have met it just would have taken a while and we probably wouldn’t have been as close as we are now.” 

“We could be closer,” Joel said as they both realized they are now standing outside of Ellie’s room. (Y/N) had her back to the door and Joel was standing awfully close to her. 

“Joel, what are we doing here?” (Y/N) asked in a sort of out of breath state. 

“Whatever you want me to do.”

And with that he wrapped one of his hands around her face and another around her waist as he pulled her close to his body and into a deep kiss. 

Her hands traveled throughout his hair and she tugged slightly which caused a moan to fall from his lips. 

He noticed that might cause Ellie to wake so he picked up (Y/N) from her ass and had her wrap around his body so they could go into (Y/N)’s room. She was the one with the queen bed and all. 

(Y/N) fell to the bed so effortlessly and Joel hovered over her slightly as he pulled off his many layers of clothing. 

“Take off your clothes,” He demanded in a hush bedroom voice. Not the mando voice.

She took off her clothes and then they both froze for a short second realizing that they were standing and sitting there completely naked and about to have sex for the first time in god knows how long for either of them.

In that very moment they both just smiled at each other in an unspoken consent and then went back to locking lips with each other.

Joel had one hand wrapped around the back of her neck and another on her thigh as he kissed her. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do with her hands. She kept moving them all over his body. She didn’t want to ever forget this moment.

“Just fuck me,” She moaned as he chuckled into her mouth and then like a good boy, did was he was told.

Their bodies fit so perfectly together like puzzle pieces. But like, the lost ones at the bottom of the tray. 

Joel started off slow and then once he knew she was comfortable he worked up a steady pace and went faster. The only problem to that was she started to make noises. 

“You need to shut the fuck up or else you might wake the kid up,” Joel demanded as (Y/N) tried her best to contain her moans.

“I- uh- can’t - oh- fuck- please- don’t - stop- uh-” She said what little she could in broken english. Joel just continued to fuck her until he felt himself getting closer and her pulsing around his throbbing dick.

“Please. Don’t stop” She finally said in a complete sentence as Joel thrusted one last time as he came in her and then she came shortly thereafter. 

They laid in bed motionless for a good hour before they noticed the sun coming up so they got dressed and went to sleep. 

In the morning, Ellie woke up first, per usual, and she went into (Y/N)’s room but to her surprise found Joel and (Y/N) cuddled up together.

“Did you two finally fuck or was this to just keep warm?” Ellie blurted out as Joel threw a pillow at her. “GET OUT, ELLIE!” He yelled as she giggled and ran out of the room.

“Glad to see that even if we aren’t her mom and dad we can still traumatize her like parents,” (Y/N) said as Joel smiled and then rolled over to go back to sleep after muttering something or other. 

[joyful-soul-collector]

ooh what's lockwood and co about should i watch it?

WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS HERE WE FUCKIN GO BROS

So Lockwood & Co is a netflix series based on a book series of the same name. Essentially it's about ghosts and ghost hunters, but with a twist: It's set in our time, but not our time as we know it.

Basically, around the 1970s, ghosts just like. Appeared. For no reason we've been able to figure out. People would die, and their malevolent ghost would come back, especially if they died in a particularly traumatic way. They called this The Problem. The thing about these ghosts, is that if they touch you, you die, and if you make eye contact with one for too long, you become Ghost-Locked, which basically send you into a coma. We're not sure what Ghost-Locked victims see in this coma but they always look horrified so we can assume it's not great. There seem to be 3 types of ghosts: Type Ones are what you normally picture for a ghost, Type Twos can make illusions and are more powerful, and Type Threes are incredibly rare and they can talk and communicate with certain people.

Then there are the ghost hunters. Now ghost hunters are always children, usually teens, because as you grow older you lose your Talent, your ability to sense ghosts/death. There are 3 types of Talents: Seeing, Hearing, Touching.

Another thing about this world is that there's no Internet. You can see in the theme song piles of old broken computers, and I'm not sure it's explained yet WHY the internet was never invented, but we assume it's because of The Problem somehow. But this means that the newspaper and news on tv is mainly how information gets around, and any research done has to come from a library and books.

So basically in this world there are companies that pay teens to hunt for ghosts and get rid of them. The companies are usually run by adults though, so it's fraught with awful shit, they often treat these kids like they're just tools and not like they're actual people. Often the kids don't actually get paid themselves, because their parents can control where their money gets paid to, so parents will send of their kids to ghost war and rake in the money safe at home. Capitalism god ahold of The Problem and figured out how to make hella money of of it, so a lot of these companies that are supposed to help people are actually super corrupt and awful to their employees.

Unless of course, you're Lockwood & Co

These dorks look at em

50 years after the start of The Problem, Anthony Lockwood, the guy on the right, is an orphaned teenager who decided he wanted to start his own ghost hunting company, and the "Co" part of the name includes the two on the left, George Karim and Lucy Carlyle. They run their own 3 person company free from exploitation from adults, which other companies (run by adults) really really hate. Lockwood has a Seeing Talent, Lucy has a Hearing Talent, and George has a Touching Talent.

Basically, these 3 kids are hired for a job getting rid of a ghost, only they find out that this ghost is one of a woman who was murdered, and not of a guy who fell down the stairs like they thought. They look deeper and deeper into this murder mystery and keep uncovering shit that other ghost companies do NOT want them to be uncovering. Things that go beyond exploitation of kids, more murders, weird artifacts, things that might even explain the origins of The Problem itself. So Lockwood & Co decide they want to figure it all out, or die trying.

This show is heartwarming, it's funny, its mysterious, it's got ALL THE FOUND FAMILY VIBES and I think it's a real hidden gem in the piles of TV shows on Netflix. It's been in the top 10 shows on netflix for a bit, but I've never really heard anyone talk about it, I just stumbled upon it when looking for something to watch one day. All in all, yes, you should definitely watch it please please please do it, I swear to god of Netflix cancels this show I'm going to riot

[siren-darkocean]

idk if you're still up for answering Bionicle/Hero factory questions, but I got back into both atm and I found your blog. I've uh ... Been lurking a lot and have enjoyed all your posts. So I have a question.

What would happen if Stormer and Ackar met? And likewise with Mata Nui and Furno.

Plus, I've been debating on writing a short fic about it, but do you have any ideas on if Mata Nui saw Ackar heavily injured? Their relationship (canon or otherwise) is by far my favorite dynamic.

*bursts into the room covered in blood as if I haven't spent hours in my bed playing the new Cult of the Lamb Unholy Alliance update for hours of the day even at almost 1 am*

*fixes hair and glasses* I'M GLAD YOU FUCKING ASKED MY FRIEND!

Okay Ackar and Stormer (my fatha(don't judge I see him and Furno as parents to replace my crappy ones ehhh)), Ackar would be mixed ground souly because he's somewhat used to biomechanical beings existed from the GSR Inhabitants and even MATA NUI HIMSELF, but with the heroes being powered by Quaza from Quatros that's a new for him

Stormer I would imagine Hero Factory is somewhat aware of the Spherus Magna inhabitants or any alien species (there's this theory of Hero Factory taking place centuries or eons after the events of G1 Bionicle in tying Hero Factory origins to Spherus Magna (I think it was mainly because Mr.Makuro looks similar to Matau as a Turaga so there's that, plus other stuff I'm not sure rn) but he would be a bit curious to learn of the Glatorian

The two would definitely get along due to their stressed leader energy and bad habit of over working themselves to the bone (or Core for Stormer's case)

Mata and my momma Furno on the other hand-

Mata: why do you remind me of Gresh?

Furno: Who?

Jokes aside of that, Furno would be SO confused (like the Bara Magna inhabitants aka Agori and Glatorian) as Mata explains to him details of his old body and universe like he would nearly short circuit at all of this information (Furno: There was little guys managing your body? Mata: Yes, and no-) processing into his data banks

I think they would get along fine however because Mata just got that lovable personality who no one hates (ignoring the Brotherhood, Tuma, Skrall, Bone Hunters and Metus)

And of that one shot-

I HAVE HAD THAT IDEA SEVERAL DOZENS OF FUCKING TIMES IN VARIOUS WAYS YOU HAVE NO IDEA!

Okay of ideas wise: While Ackar is somewhat used to getting injuries as a Glatorian, the issues of survival on Bara Magna and ofc the double fights in the arena

MATA ON THE OTHER HAND IS TERRIFIED WHEN ANY OF HIS FRIENDS GETS HURT BECAUSE THE AMOUNT OF HIS PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIED OR SACRIFICED THEMSELVES FOR HIM HE IS NOT RISKING ANYMORE LIVES

He is so overbearing to tending to his friends wounds and Ackar and even Berix and Click aren't fucking spared from it

I would imagine something from the Mata Nui's Challenge readers level book link here after the whole thing of Mata Nui defeating the Rock Steed Ackar is injured (it's not as bad as Mata Nui's panic is making it out to be) so its just Ackar sitting through the fallen God nursing his wounds in a panic trying not to laugh because he some reason finds this hilarious to him having someone worry for him like this

Maybe potential venting of the people who died and or sacrificed themselves for Mata Nui in the GSR (because let's be fr man needs to NOT bottle that shit up it ain't mentally healthy) *coughs* even Matoro *coughs* and the whole thing Mata Nui has a mental breakdown (mainly crying because yes) with Ackar comforting him

Also I love seeing people noticing how amazing Ackar and Mata Nui's relationship (both platonic and romantic) is, like it's so fucking good

I'm always down for content especially fics and oneshots of those two

[sammysmaddy]

Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Teaser

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Pairing(s): John x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Warning(s): This story contains dub-con, use of drugs (otherwise alcohol), incest, and lots and lots of manipulation. The reader in this story is a victim of all four, starting off with manipulation. Please do not read if any of the above makes you feel uncomfortable.

W/C: 1.8k+

A/N: Little teaser/background

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Growing up as a Winchester was definitely an experience. Sammy was your twin, no matter how different you guys looked- it was DNA, and science didn't lie. As the baby of the family and everybody's prized possession, you were heavily guarded. 

You weren't allowed to hunt or go places without your father or your brothers, but a part of you didn't mind. They were all you knew and you were okay with that. You were taught to be okay with that. You didn't know that you shouldn't be okay with that. 

School was out of the question too. After being passed around from school to school, John decided that you were too smart. Too smart for his liking, because he knew that if you stayed it would eventually ruin your innocence- he hated the idea that you might want to leave one day. 

John couldn't bear the thought of his little girl figuring out that there was a life outside of family, so he went out of his way to make sure you knew that family was all you'd ever have. He knew you didn't know any better, and school would ruin how naive and willing you were. 

John didn't think it was useful anymore either, because at every school you went to you would sit in a classroom for eight hours, relearning things that you already knew, you were wasting away. The only reason he allowed you to go for so long was because he didn't want you hunting, and if you weren't going to hunt then you were going to sit at the motel all day. When the time came around, he pulled the trigger on the whole school idea. 

Honestly, it was a relief. You liked school some of the time, but there wasn't a thing that they were going to teach you that you didn't already know. You would have much rather stayed at home and read books, and gain real-world knowledge. 

Learning about creatures that most believed to be fictional was much more entertaining than writing papers about books you had already read three times over. 

You wanted to stay at home with John too, you felt like you rarely got to see him. He was always on hunts and when he wasn't, you were in school desperately waiting for when the bell rang and you could go see him. 

Still, you wished you could be with Sam, he was your best friend and the only person who could read you, but it wasn't really your choice anymore. 

As for Sam, he fought the idea of going to school without you. He didn't understand why he was different than you. He didn't understand why John favored you over him. 

Sam was just as smart and he was a good hunter, if anything he should have been the one to be pulled out of school. You barely knew how to hold a gun and John went to extremes to make sure that you never had to learn. 

Overall, Sam was much more of an asset, so why did John choose you? Sam never understood. And with being the middle child, Sam always felt the least enamored- the least valuable. 

The only person who made him feel important was you, seemingly the only person who loved him no matter how differently he looked at the world. Sam didn't want you to turn on him, he didn't want you to look at him the way that Dean and John did. 

Dean was indifferent, he understood both John and Sam, but he only kept his best interests in mind. Often, Dean would skip out on school, whether it was for girls or to go on hunts with John, so he didn't see school as a necessity. 

But Dean also knew where Sam was coming from. You were his sister, his twin, Dean knew that Sam could barely spend an hour apart from you- much less an entire school day. Even if he cared for Sam's side more, Dean knew there was no point in putting up a fight. John called the shots- even when he was away on a hunt. 

However, Dean didn't care for Sam's side more. Much like John, he saw your potential, he saw how smart you were and he wanted to do as much as he could to protect you. His views about keeping you out of school were much different than John's. 

Dean didn't even know the real reason behind John's decision or how twisted it was, he didn't care if you knew that there was a real life out there, but he also didn't mind being able to keep you away from all of the evil that the world possessed. 

Plus, you could help research while they were on hunts. Dean figured it was a win-win, surely you didn't like school anyway.

So, for most of your days, you sat in the motel. Occasionally, you got the pleasure of a new book to read. You wrote down notes about creatures and helped John with his notebook, filling in blanks and correcting everything that he thought he knew. 

When it came down to it, you were the most prepared for anything because you knew exactly what to do if you were ever in a tricky situation with the supernatural. But deep down, you knew you would never get the opportunity to. 

Sure, it made you frustrated- all you wanted to do was help, but everyone, even Sam, insisted that you stayed home when everyone else went hunting. 

The days got lonely from being alone, sometimes you wished you were at school with Sammy and sometimes you wished you were hunting with John and Dean, but all you got to do was stay sheltered. 

By the time senior year came around, you were allowed some freedoms- freedoms you didn't even know were possible. Who would have thought that people had gatherings with their 'friends'? Those were called parties. 

Thanks to Sam and Dean, finding it odd how John never let you leave, you were allowed to go out. Of course, you had to go with one of the three Winchesters, but it still beat sitting in a motel room all alone. 

Dean brought out your rebellious side, which John wasn't too pleased about, teaching you several things like how to drink beer correctly and not get sick- as if it were a lesson. 

Sam taught you things too. He taught you that you could have an opinion, you didn't always have to listen to what everybody said or told you to do, and he always encouraged you to be your own person. 

John didn't like that either. In his mind, he wanted you to stay his baby forever. 

Rebellions would lead to chaos. Having your own opinion would lead to chaos. John wanted none of the above. 

John wanted you safe, he wanted you to be a good little soldier much like Dean was- just in a very different way. He wanted you to do as you were told and to be happy with doing so. He wanted for you to stay at home, wherever that was so that you were safe from all of the outside troubles. 

And most importantly, John wanted you to trust him with your life. And you did. He was your father and he was never wrong about anything in your eyes. He had programmed you that way. 

So, you did as you were told and you never questioned anything, because why would he ever do anything that might hurt you?

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Dean's POV (Ch. 4)

Dean was a mixture of angry and confused but above all that, he was scared. Sam hadn't said anything about catching Dean kissing his baby sister and Dean wasn't sure if he wanted that conversation to occur or not. 

Dean wasn't sure if Sam would be upset or angry with him, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to figure that out. There was the possibility that maybe Sam thought that Dean had forced himself onto her, but Dean could deal with Sam. Dean, however, wasn't sure if he could handle the wrath of John if he ever found out.

Sam said he didn't care, he didn't even seem too fazed by the entire scene in general, but there was no telling how Sam actually felt. 

It could be that Sam said what he said only so that he could get Dean and Y/N to leave the party. Maybe Sam didn't actually mean it. Maybe he was bottling up his emotions, upset for Y/N, maybe he even wanted to kill Dean, but he was hard to read. 

Sam was always good at hiding his emotions, all except around Y/N, and nobody really knew how to get through to him. Dean didn't know if he should have left it up in the air, or if Sam was even worried about it in the first place, but Dean felt guilty and he had to stop the truth from reaching John.

John would kill Dean if he were the one to have caught him. Pressing Y/N against the wall, towering over her body, kissing her until his lips went numb, touching all parts of her body with his large hands. John would lose his cool, and Dean was absolutely sure of it. 

John would probably scold him for the rest of eternity, tell him how bad of a brother he was- say that he took advantage of her, and Dean couldn't afford anything but praise from John. 

Dean had always been the best under pressure, his reflexes were arguably even better than John's, he was the better investigator, the better everything when it came to hunting. That's the way that John had raised him. 

John wanted Dean to be like him. Be a hunter. Risk his life every day for the wellbeing of others. And Dean was exactly that. If John ever found out about what Sam saw, Dean was afraid that he would never be looked at the same again. 

But, what about John?  Where had John been for the past hour? Y/N wasn't home and she's the one who rode with him in the truck. 

Y/N was the one who accidentally told Dean, and although he didn't have much information, he knew that something was going on between the two of them. 

Was John hurting her? Did Y/N tell him about what Dean had done? Did she know that it wasn't normal to be with your father like that? It wasn't right and as much as Dean's perverted mind wanted for her to stay so innocently unaware, she needed to know the truth. 

That started with coming clean to Sam. 

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[manwiththemagic]

spn s1 ep4 "Phantom Traveler"

more notes on my rewatch!!

OMG this is the demon episode isn't it? IT IS ISN'T IT? IS IT???

ew an airport. Post 2001 too damn ☹️

"you know what are the odds of dying in a plane crash? 20-1?" BRO. not helping the puking man..

BLACK SMOKE!!

In through the eyes? That got retconned.

WHY WAS SHE NOT MORE FREAKED OUT HE HAD BLACK EYES. chick you are the reason everyone's dead.

HOW DID HE JUST OPEN THAT?? demon strength???

Rip plane

Wait does this mean demons could have done 9/11? wowza...

Early bird Sam!! “good morning sunshine!"

“you get some sleep?” “yeah.” “liar. Cause I was up at 3 and you were watching infomercials” LMAOOOO but also d'awhhhh :((( the nightmares!!

“it's not just her.. It's everything.” THE VISIONS FUCK YES. YES. YESYSYSHSHG

I love the visions plot lines!!

“your never afraid?” “no man, never.” *Sam pull out a knife from under deans pillow.* LMAOOO CLOCK HIS ASS!!

“Thats not fear.” uhhuh...

WAIT THIS IS THE DEANS SCARED OF FLYING EPISODE LMAOOOOO

reminds me of hunter corp Dean who legit has a private jet..

Random guy calls Dean about the plane issue whaaaa

WAIT THIS GUY KNOWS JOHN. HE HAS INFO.

oh gosh. “yeah he was real proud of ya! Talked about you all the time.” “...he did..?” FUCK.

I still I hate john. I HATE EM. always will 😋

“welp we're missing the old man, we get Sam! Even trade” “aha. No. not by a long shot.” THATS RIGHT. CAUSE UR BETTER MF. uhm anyways.. I like this old guy, hope he doesn't end up SAD AND DEPRESSED LIKE ALL THE OTHER OLD GUYS IN THE OAST 3 EPISODES.

Monster porn live on tape? LMAO JKJK!! demon gotta stop moaning tho.

They definitely aren't showing the crash because they don't have the budget, not because it's locked in a warehouse and you don't have clearance..

Wtf is Evp?

LMAO THE FAKE ASS “nOoOooo survIvoRsSss” they did NOT get that mf off the tape.

Dude sees shit, and is now in a ward. Common. Common.

DEAN STOP HARASSING MENTALLY ILL MAN.

sams puppy dog eyes back at it.

Black eyes 😋 OOOGA!!

okay wait why tf is this demon doing this. They don't just “do evil”...

This guy isn't a monster bro..

Wait are they actually going to the wreckage?

SUITS!!!

“you look like a seventh grader at his first dance! ☺️” SAM PLS.

OMG wait they had the budget holy shit

LMAO HELP ME HELP ME “what is that?” “its an E.M.F. reader.” “no I know what an E.M.F. is. Why does it look like a busted up walkman?” “cause that's what I made it out of! ☺️ It's homemade!!” “yea.. I can tell😒” SAM WOAH DON'T KILL EM!! LMAOSKSK

Sulfur on handle!!!

Oh shit actual homeland security is there..

LMAO THESE MFS GET CAUGHT EVERY EPISODE.

Run bitch runnnn!!

This poor pilot.. it wasn't your fault :(((

Oh shit he possessed.

Sulfur!!

Babies first demon.

NO BC WHY IS DEMON BRO DOING THIS.

Everytime.. 40 minutes in.. WTF

and another crash.. fun..

BUT WHY. JUST CAUSE??

“this isn't our normal gig..” how WRONG you are pal..

“this is big.” it's really not.. you fight GOD. by s2 demons are nothing to you. By s4 Sam's fucking one. By s6 Sam's been tortured for 100's of year by an ex-archangel who's basically his ex 🤷. By s13 your son is part ARCHANGEL. sooo...

Rip chuck Lambert— SORRY CHUCK? mbmb..

Nazareth?? Wtf is this demon on?

40 minutes? Wtf biblical numbers..?

Okay they got the flight attendant on the phone.

WHY PLAY ALONG LIKE IT WAS A PRANK. DUDE.

and she hung up.. girl your COOKED!!

Deans plane fear!! LMAOOO.

“your joking right..?" “DO I LOOK LIKE IM JOKING?? Why do you think I drive everywhere SAM??” LMAOSOSO

LMAOO DEAN WAS BORN TO BE A TEEN GIRL. “really..? Ugh... Man..” while rocking back in forth. He's so REAL LMAOSOS

Dean looks like he has PTSD LMAOOO

“your humming Metallica??” “it calm me down.!” LMAOOOO

“Hey! Say it in Latin!” “i know.” “Hey! In latin it's 'cristo'” “i know!!” LMAO I LOVE THEM.

“cristo.” “sorry I didn't..?” “cristo.” “??” “nevermind.”

Sam is honestly way kinder than me. I'd be making FUN of Dean but nah he's just like "no it's OKAYYYY just some turbulence dwdw.."

Dean you are so awkward.. it's def mr smiley

They found em!! It wasn't mr smiley damn..

Awh shucks.

BEAT THAT BITCH UP!! HE TALKED ABOUT JESS.

PLANE DOWN. PLANE DOWN.

DID LIGHTNING JUST STRIKE THEM???

okay all good now.

Nono demons killed jess. It wasn't wrong.

John redirecting calls to dean.. mf come ONNNNNNNN

Sam's peeved, rightfully so omg..

Kinda meh for an important episode.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Dating Dean Winchester Would Include

You’d meet on a hunt [whether a hunter already or a victim it doesn't matter].

Because you’d leave with the boys after right meeting with them.

Your old life couldn't run alongside the new.

You’d instantly find Dean attractive.

But the risk of complicating things would be too big of one.

Dean would feel the same.

It would unnerve him so he’d kind of be an asshole at first.

There’d be a lot of mutual pining.

And Sam would catch on immediately. Especially once he noticed that the amount of conquests Dean had dwindled.

‘Just tell her.’ ‘Oh and get her killed? Sure Sammy.’ ‘You’re allowed to have a family Dean.’ ‘She is family…which is why I can’t lose her.’ 

After he’d get over himself he’d loosen up around you.

And even though you weren’t together you’d act just like a couple anyway.

You’d share a bed on hunts.

And somehow always end up cuddled up together whether in a motel bed or the impala.

He’d tell you he liked you accidentally.

Probably after he saved your ass on a hunt.

‘What the hell were you thinking!?’ ‘I was just…Dean did you just kiss me?’ ‘I, I mean,’ ‘Do it again.’ 

Nothing would really change except now you could actually touch one another.

And Dean would be insatiable.

You’d get caught at least once a day much to Sam’s annoyance or Cas’ embarrassment.

You were sure you’d had sex in every room of the bunker.

He knew what he was doing sure but he wasn’t a get-it-done kinda guy.

He was such a softy when it was just the pair of you. Alone. 

If you told anyone how much he enjoyed cuddling he would 100% deny it.

‘Dean we need to get up.’ ‘Five more minutes.’ ‘If Sam sees us in this back seat-’ ‘Sammy can grow the hell up. It’s my car. And if I want to spend my time butt ass naked with my best girl I will.’ 

He’d always worry about you.

He’d already lost so much.

You’d always catch him checking in on you [glancing at you in the rear view, .making sure you were still there in the middle of the night].

He’d definitely try to bench you from hunts.

And he’d hate that you and Sam could work around his points with logic.

‘It’s not safe. They could use you as a bargaining chip.’ ‘In that case, Sam and Cas better not go either then.’ ‘But-’ ‘You really think that I’m your only weak spot?’ ‘She’s got a point.’ ‘Can it Cas!’

You and Sam would love teasing him.

He’s really easy to wind up.

Cas would 100% try to join in.

You’d love cooking for them.

Your little dysfunctional family.

You’d even look up some pie recipes.

And you’d 100% use them whenever you wanted to get him on your side. He was a fickle man when it came to pie.

He’d want to get married.

For some reason he wanted you to be an official Winchester.

Nothing too big or flashy.

Just the family in the bunker.

Cas officiating with Sammy as his best man.

Slow dancing in the library [not in front of Sam because Dean refused to be tormented].

And he’d even take you on a ‘honeymoon’ .

You’d insist on taking a million pictures [some that were for your eyes only].

And they’d be put up around the bunker, tucked in your phone case, and inside Dean’s wallet to remind you of one other.

It wouldn’t be extravagant.

But a weekend away from work, the bunker and the craziness of your life was enough for you.

And he’d try and keep it up every anniversary.

THIS IS PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CHALLENGE. I’LL BE POSTING AN IMAGINE EVERDAY FROM 1ST - 25TH DECEMBER. THIS AND ALL IMAGINES WILL BE UPLOADED IN THE LINK POSTED DAY BY DAY.

ADVENT CALENDAR OF IMAGINES

[blues824]

How about the obey me brothers interacting with an mc who’s like Dante from Devil May Cry? After reading the Bayonetta headcanons, I thought of this.

Why does he look hot on the Wiki Page tho?? Also, I loved his Michael Jackson dance.

Gender-neutral Reader

Lucifer

He has read your student profile and knows that you are a demon hunter. He wonders what went on in Diavolo’s mind when he decided that you should be invited to the Devildom, a realm full of the beings you loved to hunt.

Your sarcasm is a double-edged sword for him. He loves when his brothers get a taste of their own medicine, but he hates when you make a witty comeback towards him. Plus, he can’t do anything because you’re way more powerful than he is, even if you are only half-demon.

However, you’re as bad of a gambler as his younger brother, Mammon, is. It’s annoying to see the two of you constantly going out to gamble to try and get more money to pay back your debts. Unfortunately, he can’t stop you since the reason you don’t have many funds is because you often don’t charge people for sending you to go demon hunting. You are a fighting Robin Hood, aren’t you?

The longer you stay with the brothers, the more you grow attached. You still genuinely cared for Belphegor even after he tried to kill you. I say ‘tried’ because the youngest brother didn’t stand a chance against you. It was almost amusing (but definitely embarrassing) to Lucifer, seeing Belphie lose that badly.

Mammon

Lucifer had told him that you were a skilled, even legendary, demon hunter and he was understandably scared. Diavolo must have lost his mind because there was no way he would be able to make the decision to bring you to a realm of demons if he was sane.

He audibly laughed when you made a sarcastic remark towards Lucifer, and that ended up in him getting strung from the chandelier. Somewhere in there, he realized that you were stronger than his older brother because you didn’t get anything but a warning about your behavior.

He loves and hates gambling with you. You just suck so bad at it that he can’t help but drag you along to laugh at your failure. He will teach you some tricks and use his magic to make you a tad more lucky. Eventually, you get enough money to pay your debts, and save some for Mammon so he can pay back his debts as well.

The second eldest was genuinely scared when Belphie lunged after you. He seemed to have forgotten that not only were you a legendary demon hunter, but also half-demon yourself. The 7th brother never stood a chance against you, and got packed up. Mammon was in the back just cheering you on.

Leviathan

You remind him of the protagonist of the game Demon Might Weep!!! He wishes to have the amount of confidence you have. You are able to walk into any room and you act like you’ve known everyone there for years, and no one questions it.

When you made a sarcastic comment towards Lucifer, he almost spit out his energy drink out of shock. And he realized that his oldest brother couldn’t even do anything about it because you were so powerful, and his jaw dropped even more.

He’s jealous whenever you go gambling with Mammon. You could be hanging out with him instead, but of course you wouldn’t. Who would want to hang out with a gross otaku like him, huh? It’s not until you explain that you’re just trying to pay back your debts that he understands why you go out to the casinos constantly.

He cheered you on from the beginning when you fought for your life against his youngest brother. Sure, he was scared since you were taken off-guard, but he had faith in you and your abilities as a half-demon demon hunter. He’s so relieved to see you make it out alright.

Satan

He has also read your student profile, but he was sure that Diavolo had his reasons when he chose you to be an exchange student. You could technically be counted as a source of unification between the Human Realm and Hell because of your parentage.

He laughed out loud and unashamedly when you made a sassy comment towards Lucifer right to his face. He did not expect an exchange student to have this much stupidity or bravery (he can’t tell which one you have). However, you have his respect now.

He’s more annoyed when you go gambling with Mammon, mainly because you lose more money than you win. Sure, the reason why you don’t have any money is noble since you often don’t charge for your demon hunting services. But money is money, and you have none of it.

When you fought against Belphegor, he was surprised that you had that much power within you. You would think that you would be less powerful considering you’re only half-demon, but here you are… easily folding Belphie the f up like the dishes on a Tuesday afternoon.

Asmodeus 

Lucifer had informed him that you were a demon hunter and he was definitely scared. He hasn’t even met you yet and his oldest brother is admitting that you’re stronger than any of the brothers, and might be stronger than Lord Diavolo for all they know.

He giggled when you made a sassy remark back towards the Avatar of Pride, but was also shocked. No one, in any millennia that they have lived through, had ever had the guts to do what you just did. You were just a different breed, apparently (literally).

He always laughs when you and his older brother come back from the casino with nothing in your pockets. Sure, it’s beyond frustrating, but it’s also hilarious. Shouldn’t you have learned by now that you’ve been dealt a bad hand when it comes to the tables and dice?

The day that Belphie attacked, Asmo was so worried for you. Not physically, considering you were stronger than all of them combined. No, he was worried about how your trust would be impacted in the future. I mean, you became close with the residents of the HoL, but now you would probably be wary.

Beelzebub

When his oldest brother had informed him that you were a legendary demon hunter, he spit out whatever food he had in his mouth. He suddenly wasn’t very hungry, mainly because Lord Diavolo and Lucifer had accepted a demon hunter into RAD.

When you decided to test the waters and bite back at Lucifer, Beel spit out his food then too. Like, there ain’t no way you had said that to the Avatar of Pride and lived to tell the tale. Of course, it definitely didn’t help anything when his oldest brother admitted to the group that he couldn’t do anything in response. Just how powerful were you?

He gets upset when he sees you and Mammon coming back from the casinos, drunk and broke. You could never win when it came to gambling, and you resorted to leeching off the brothers until you could pay back your debts. Didn’t you know that you were qualified for a normal job?

When Belphie attacked, he was torn between his emotions. Sure, he loved you, but he also loved his twin as well. He understood Belphegor’s anger since the angels couldn’t allow a union like Lilith and her lover when you were half-demon, half-human. He was glad that you made it out alive, though.

Belphegor

When his oldest brother visited him in the attic, he had told him about you. It just made him further question Diavolo’s sanity, since he invited one of, if not the, best demon hunter known to all the realms. The Demon Lord must’ve lost his freaking mind.

He got a taste of your sarcasm when he asked you to let him out. You were already suspicious of him, so you were able to see right through his scheme, so you decided to humble his very obvious pride by shooting him down in a very sassy way.

He has probably heard Lucifer yelling at you and Mammon for going out gambling and losing a crap-ton of money. It’s kind of hard not to hear it, actually. He figured that either someone at the tables cheated or you just sucked at gambling.

When he attacked you, he revealed that he was angry that angels and humans couldn’t have the same union that demons and humans could (that, as a result, produced you and your twin brother). If it were allowed in the Celestial Realm, perhaps Lilith would still be alive.

[polyhexian]

Ah okay I have an idea for Jasper's mental health journey in Eventually.

I've got two meta reasons for why Jasper should be mostly-mentally-stable. The first is Hunter, obviously; the kid's going through it, and he needs this new parental figure in his life to be, like, okay. As delightful as Jasper's breakdown in MH has been, it would be super bad for everyone involved if his mental health was anywhere near that point in Eventually. The second reason is CAMILA, who just became a mother of 6 and absolutely does not deserve to also be shoehorned into playing therapist for a grown man. I love the idea of Camila and Jasper being friends, and Camila deserves to have a friend who, while definitely traumatized, is also mostly on top of his shit. Once he's no longer unconscious on her couch I think Jasper would be a huge help around the house and with the kids and he and Camila should be the responsible adults supporting EACH OTHER, so we don't want him to be a hidden wreck or a ticking time bomb.

So the first few years after his "death" Jasper reads parenting books as a coping mechanism. It helps him visualize where Hunter's at in his development. Every so often he thinks "he's probably taking his first steps right now" or "he should be speaking with a few words per sentence by now" and it's sad but it helps.

But eventually the baby books run out (is there really much of a market for them past, like, age 5?), and also Jasper is well aware of the fact that he left his child in an extremely bad situation. He knows what Belos is capable of, and while he has hope his kid PROBABLY won't ever see his own spinal cord, he's not stupid enough to think that being called "nephew" will actually protect Hunter from all of it. Child abuse is a thing, and it's a thing that's usually perpetrated by, y'know, family members.

There aren't any books entitled How To Unindoctrinate Your Estranged Child Soldier, but that doesn't stop him. He reads everything he can find on the subject and learns about allllll the things. Physical abuse, emotional abuse, gaslightning, manipulation, CSA. (He hopes to the Titan he won't need to know about that last one, but then he wonders if it'd be preferable to, like, being beaten to the edge of death and dragged back from the brink with healing magic multiple times, and then he just feels awful that he's even trying to decide what the "better" sort of abuse to endure would be.)

And pretty regularly he happens upon a paragraph that is, like, scarily relevant to his own lived experience and he needs to reevaluate some things. Maybe he tries to brush it off, but the more he interacts with Hunter, the less he's able to do that.

Book: Believing that love is transactional is, in fact, a sign of trauma, and not good or healthy.

Jasper: …haha, right, okay.

Hunter, at their next fight: I am LOYAL to Emperor Belos, I OWE him, and I HAVE to keep working hard so he'll LOVE me!

Jasper: Oh my Titan okay yeah this is really upsetting to hear and deal with, actually.

Sometimes after their fights Jasper has to just…go lay down and stare at the ceiling for a while before re-reading his self-help books and grumbling while he takes notes like ugh, FINE, they were RIGHT. He and Hunter end up working on their issues after their reunion because they see themselves reflected in each other and they HATE it.

Jasper: Look, I'M not important. YOU'RE the one who's important here and I WILL sacrifice myself for you.

Hunter: Dear Titan this is infuriating.

Luz: Now YOU know how it feels.

Hunter: Maybe it'd be better if I'd just died, that way I'd stop causing problems for everyone I love.

Jasper: *deep breath*

At some point in the Human Realm Hunter has a bad mental health day and locks himself in the basement, and Camila finds Jasper sitting at the kitchen table and she's like, you okay? And he's like, I've read a lot about this, but all my books and notes are back in the Demon Realm and I feel like I'm flying blind and have no idea what I'm doing. And she's like, actually that's pretty par for the course when it comes to being a parent. And he's like, oh really? That's kinda reassuring, thanks. I'll just wait and see if he wants to talk about it later.

omg.... eventually!jasper is like... he's so isolated, he doesnt have anyone he trusts and he doesnt have a single person he'd call a friend. he's fallen back on the same thing he did under belos in a way- there is one single driving motivation in his life and absolutely nothing else matters. whether it was serving the emperor or saving hunter, he HAS dedicated everything inside of him to one single person at a time. probably not great, but! he could be doing worse. also, MH jasper is having a lot of breakdowns, but its also been less than two years for him lmfao. for eventually!jasper its been sixteen!! hes had a lot of time to gather his shit together

im actually imagining the isolation is less like. immediately of a problem because hes fairly used to it. he only ever had one friend before and he didnt much trust him either, not with his secrets. so being alone is... well, just what hes used to. hes also probably like. deeply in hiding wherever he is. he doesnt have magic and his face is all fucked up and if word got back to belos about it, he would totally suspect if not outright know.

ive kind of got this mental image of- you know at the end of the time travel episode when belos goes into his little cave house and its. like. hes got normal house stuff in there. like he has shirts hanging to dry on the cave walls. sure theres like evil grimwalker stuff in there too but its the domestic items i find hysterical. so like. im imagining jasper has found himself a nice secluded cave to bunker down in but also hes had sixteen years to straight of domesticate that place. there are definitely couches in there. hes got a CB. hes probably got running water and hes stealing electricity from the neighbors. and cable. and then just books fucking everywhere. jesus christ. theyre everywhere. what else would he fucking do with his time; hunter isnt allowed out of the castle on weekdays. that is. so much time to just Do Nothing.

he probably does hang out with the CATTs on non hunter missions too, if only because some of them will fuck over belos which he actively wants, or has no impact on the hunter situation either way, but improving his relationship with the CATTs before he inevitably pisses them off again is always a good idea. also, its something to fucking do.

god yeah just. camila with this bizarre man in her house. hes not having breakdowns, he doesnt like not understand that other people have feelings, hes mostyl together, hes just fucking weird. he hasnt been around people for this long in basically his entire life. hes not wearing a mask and hes never spent so much time without a mask in his entire life. hunter is here???? hes spent 16 years trying to save hunter and uhhhh shit i did it. i am not entirely sure what to do now. turns out you can spend sixteen years planning out this reunion and then it all go out the window immediately. also hes been living in a cave and hes forgotten basic rules of being in a house sometimes. hes very POLITE and gracious to camila especially like, i imagine both him and hunter frequently thank her and offer To Do Anything She Needs and its like. so fucking funny to see them both just Like That.

omg hunter gets to actually meet hawk hunter. "haha yeah he saved my life. hes like three hundred years old and he cant talk. look at this gnarly scar hes got. he bites me a lot"

[burningfieldof-clover]

song inspired Echo x f!reader ❤️

fluffins for our boi Echo because Reader loves him so.

smol warnings: Echo being a little insecure for like .2 seconds

word count: 2782

🎶 body on fire - slaves 🎶

Echo can’t remember when it happened. Why it happened. He just knew that he was feeling… something. He needed to protect you. He needed to be there for you. He needed to know if you felt the same.

He couldn’t tell. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if you were even interested in anyone at all. The same glances he felt attracted to were also the same ones you gave to everyone else. That was just how your body language was, nothing to read into. But you were still so beautiful to him. He loved the way your eyelashes fanned across your cheeks when you were looking down. He could trip over the way your lips pressed together in concentration. Sometimes your tongue stuck out a little bit if the concentration got too heavy. It made his heart swell. 

You joined the batch as a caretaker for Omega when she first began to travel with the boys. While Omega quickly displayed that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, Hunter didn’t make you leave. You were also way more patient than Tech at small electronics repairs. You kept the ship clean. You knew some basic first aid. You did the shopping when they were on a friendly planet. Instead of just being Omega’s caretaker, you were the Marauder's caretaker. The boys were happier at the state of living and Omega was thankful to have a female role model and example. Hunter secretly was more than grateful since it meant not needing to learn about a growing teenage woman and have those certain discussions. 

You never pushed to go on missions with the team, despite how badly you wanted to. Clone Force 99 was quickly becoming the family you never had, so of course you clung to them. You weren’t really a combatant no matter how much you thought you could fight. Staying behind was safe. You were able to fly the ship at a moment's notice (Tech really hated the idea at first, but eventually you caught on).

There was a lull in work for now. Usually the team would fly back to Ord Mantell, but there wasn’t any reason to do so. The planet you were on now was beautiful and peaceful. The team slept outside under the stars. There was a fire every night where food was cooked. You took Omega on hikes to find flowers. For those instances, it felt like the war never happened or put an emotional toll on everyone in the galaxy. It seemed like peace was always present. What war? What genocide? What betrayal of the Jedi?

Tonight was another one of those nights. You and Omega were chasing glowbugs in the nearby field while the boys circled around the fire. Everyone has eaten and is usually wearing down for bed at this point.

Hunter couldn’t help but notice that Echo had watched you with a daydreaming look in his eyes. Hunter nudged his boot forward to collide with Echo’s. “You okay over there?”

Echo looked at his brother with a start. “What?”

Wrecker leaned toward Echo. “Gosh, even I picked up on that, Echo.”

Echo tried to feign confusion, but even with Tech’s glance on him he couldn’t deny it. “That obvious, huh?” he said with a sigh.

Tech spoke up next, “I do recognize this habit of yours as well. You have filled most of your evening staring at the girls. Were you also wanting to participate in the activity of catching bugs?”

Wrecker laughed wholeheartedly. “Echo is definitely interested in bugs!”

Echo looked down toward the fire while rubbing the back of his neck. Was it that obvious? If Wrecker noticed, then of course you noticed. 

Hunter nodded his chin toward Echo. “Why not go chase down some bugs with the girls? I bet it would be a good bonding experience.”

Echo glanced over to the spot where you and Omega were giggling over a glass jar between the two of you, lighting up and fading periodically. He stared at the fire again, trying to find some kind of courage in the crackling heat. Echo sighed again and pushed himself to his feet. He didn’t move for a while but eventually made his way toward you and Omega.

Omega took notice of Echo first. “Echo! Look at this!” She ran toward him and held the jar up. 

Echo took care in his handling of the jar and saw all of the bugs light up at different intervals. “That’s so fascinating, Omega.”

Omega beamed brightly and turned to you as you jogged over next. Echo instantly stood up straight. 

“Echo, give me your hand,” you said through some small chuckles. 

Echo’s face tinted red, but no one could see it in the dark. He sheepishly held out his hand, palm up. You braced his hand from underneath with one of yours then cupped your other hand over his. 

“Are you ready?” you asked him, meeting his eyes for the first time this day.

He gulped and nodded, and looked down at his hand. You moved your hand away, leaving a small glowbug on his palm. It wandered around aimlessly through the lines on his hand. You were still holding his hand from underneath. You were kneeling toward his hand to see the insect closer, and started tracing a path before it with your finger. Echo’s breath was stuck in his throat as he tried to gasp. His eyes were torn between looking at you and the glowbug.

Omega looked into Echo’s hand too. “Isn’t it amazing?”

The bug took off to the sky and Omega gave chase. Her laughter made you smile wide. Your eyes followed her as she ran after the bug. Your hands then abandoned Echo’s hand which he noticed right away. His gaze tore from Omega to his hand, then to you as you were still watching Omega. Eventually you looked back to Echo.

“I’m so happy that she gets to feel that joy. She may be your sister, but she’s still a kid.”

Echo grinned. He’s always liked the way you referred to her as his sister, then the boys as his brothers. Even though they all know that they are clones, calling themselves clones, he felt more human when you didn’t use the word clones.

“Omega loves you,” Echo said. He almost tacked on a “as do I” but chickened out. 

“What about you?” You then turned your body to face Omega, as did Echo.

Echo stumbled over his words, “W-what?”

“You love her, too. Doesn’t that bring you joy?”

Oh! “Yeah, yeah I do. It does, it really does.”

“Sometimes I wonder what kind of life you all could live if you settled down. You guys wouldn’t need me anymore. Everyone would know how to take care of Omega. You all already know everything I know.”

“Not need you anymore? What are you talking about?” Echo practically yelled this in a defensive tone.

You were surprised to say the least. You looked at him with a small gasp of fear in the corner of your eye. “I… did I… I mean–” you started to stutter and found trouble in forming words. You took a deep breath and tried again. “I uh… I thought that you were coming over here to tell me that the team didn’t need me anymore.”

Echo’s face screwed up in intense confusion. “Where did you get that impression?”

You gestured at Omega vaguely. “Look at her. She’s just–she’s happy and she’s learned all she needs from me. I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

Echo can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. He said your name firmly. “Listen, I didn’t come over here to tell you to leave. I don’t think any of us want you to leave. Yes, you have been a great influence to Omega and we appreciate that so much. I don’t know if you know this, but… you’re also part of the squad. You take care of all of us, and I wish I could tell you how much that means to my brothers.”

You looked downward at your hands and Echo’s heart fluttered a little. It was the way your eyelashes touched your cheeks that always made him weak. 

He started reeling through all of the feelings and memories he cherishes with you. Your smile, your laugh, your care, your voice, your hair, your eyes, your hands (oh god those hands), your intelligence… he could go on and on.

It was the way your hair would blow through the breeze, similar to the one now. He wished he could feel those strands flow through his fingers. The scent of your shampoos overtook the refresher each time you used it, and he could also smell it when he’s this close to you. It was the way your shoulders were bare in this sunset, highlighting your freckles and tone of your skin. He wanted so badly to brush his thumb across your shoulder, damn, even your collarbone as it crossed your chest. 

As you fidgeted with your hands, Echo wanted so badly to feel that touch of yours on him again as when you handed him the glowbug. You were so soft and gentle and giving. Your touch still leaves a ghost of a grasp on him, he realizes and clenches his fist. Those same hands that have given him help and healing. He didn’t know he needed those things, and he probably would have been fine for the rest of his life if he never knew. But he does.

You wave your hand in front of Echo’s face. “Are you in there?”

Echo twitched and answered with a small sound. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Echo chose his next words carefully. He glanced around to try and find Omega and only panicked for a moment until he saw her back at the fire showing the team her glowing jar. Echo took a chance, and placed his hand on your bare upper arm.

“I… I don’t want you to go. No one does. I wish you would stay, if you wanted to.”

You looked up into Echo’s eyes with that sparkling wonder he adores so. “I want to stay,” you whispered. 

Echo smiled at you, and cursed his body and past for taking his other arm. He would give anything to have that limb again, just so he could touch you. He wanted to feel more of your warm sun-kissed skin than just with his one hand. He braved the storm and rubbed small lines on your arm with his thumb. 

You closed your eyes momentarily as you let yourself feel that touch. He had no idea how much you wanted him to do this. He had no idea how long you had been waiting.

He whispered your name. “I didn’t know that I needed you. I had this idea of what the rest of my life was going to look like. I didn’t imagine someone like you would come around. And I… I know I’m not…” Echo tilted his head back and forth as though he was trying to rattle a sentence free. “I never thought I’d be… this,” he said, taking back his hand and gesturing to himself. 

You instantly missed that touch on your arm. Your hand touched the space now vacant and observed it. Did you dream that? He was touching you, right?

Echo noticed your movement. Did he offend you? “I’m not whole,” he finally added. “I didn’t have control of the outcome of my life, especially after being captured.” Echo sighed. He felt like he was saying all of the wrong things. He was nervous and rambling and unintentionally talking himself out of telling you how he felt. He opened his mouth to speak again but stopped as your hand grasped his upper arm, the arm with the prosthetics. 

You examined the place where the skin joined the metal. “Echo,” you started, then looked into his eyes again. “Echo, you’re beautiful. Just the way you are.”

Echo held his breath for so long that he felt a stinging in his one eye. He had no idea he was forming a tear until your other hand wiped it away gently. 

“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. With you.”

He still couldn’t find the words to fill the space. Was he dreaming? Was he asleep on his blanket by the fire? Without even thinking about stopping, he raised his hand to cup the side of your face. In return you leaned into his hand and took a step toward him. He was in disbelief, but this was real. The warmth of your skin was in his hand right now.

“Did you think I didn’t notice?” you said to him with a smile on your face and in your voice. “I hoped you liked me. I really wished that all those looks you shot my way were something. Tell me that I read into that right. Tell me you feel the same.”

Again, he’s in awe. You’re telling him you feel the same? Your hand on his right arm snaked its way around his waist and you leaned into him. Echo swore you could probably hear his heart beating incredibly fast. “I… I’m in love with you,” he told you, ending the sentence with your name. 

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. Echo’s hand landed on the back of your head to caress it and finally finally move his fingers through your hair. “You mean it?” you asked.

Echo’s face softened with a smile as he nodded. “I mean it. I love you.”

You smiled at him, your turn for tears to form in your eyes. “Oh, Echo. I have loved you since I met you.” Your eyes started to close and he found you leaning toward him slowly. 

Echo was scared, but he knew what you were asking. He pulled you as close as he could and pressed a nervous kiss to your lips. He felt how nervous you were as well, and straightened his stance. The both of you were caught in a hot gaze, just admiring the souls behind the eyes of their partner. 

From the direction of the fire, the both of you heard a loud, comical gasp. Echo twisted his torso to turn and look at his family while you leaned around Echo to see them. Neither of you pulled away.

Wrecker was an exaggerated expression of surprise while Omega sat on his shoulders. “Ooooooo Echo’s got a crush!” Wrecker said in a singsong tone. 

Omega laughed out loud. “FINALLY!” 

You and Echo exchanged glances, leaned back into comfortable positions and shared another small kiss. One of your hands caressed his face and he fell into the feeling. He has dreamt about this for so long. He had no idea this could ever be a reality. 

“You are so beautiful, cyar’ika,” Echo told you. 

In response, you melted into him. “One day I hope to show you how absolutely wonderful you are, Echo.”

Hearing you say his name again prompted another quick kiss in which you both giggled into.

That night, you and Echo shared a blanket as you both sat next to the fire. Everyone else has made up their makeshift bed in the grass or retreated to the ship’s racks. Echo watched the way the fire reflected in your eyes with adoration. He didn’t know how you were fighting sleep until he noted that your eyes were fluttering closed and open. 

Wordlessly, he grabbed another blanket from nearby and wrapped it around you and guided you to lay down next to him. You didn’t fight him on this motion. Laying down, you both faced each other. Faint flames danced in dull lights across each person’s features. Hands met between the both of you and you pressed your forehead to his. 

You smiled audibly. “I’m not dreaming, right?”

“I’ve had this dream so many times, and it’s never felt as real as this.”

You raised your hand to trace his cheek, then his jaw. Echo closed his eyes and sighed into the motion. 

“Yeah, you’re right. What am I going to dream about now, now that this one has come true?”

Echo chuckled. “Well, here’s an idea,” he suggests as he leans forward to draw you into a deeper kiss than the ones you’ve shared so far.