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God—I fucking love recent horror.

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Get a load of this fucking weirdo (I NEED him.)

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That familiar shine…

Dick hallorann x fem reader (w the shine) HCS

Summary: Hallorann went oh so long thinking him and his grandmother were the only ones with this “gift”. What happens when you waddle your way on into his life with one similar yet different to his?

Warning: reader has a shine similar to halloranns but also has similar Esq telekinesis like Carrie, oral sex mentioned (fem receiving), lover boy Hallorann, tad bit of spying/stalking, HCS may be bad (I’m more of a story writer srry!)

A/N: hi everybody! These are just HCS I’m throwing out in preparation of my chaptered fic for them so I can see how the idea will go by with ppl. Readers power will deff be expanded/explained better in the story but until then js enjoy them here

From the moment Hallorann stepped into the office to see General Shaw, he knew something was off about you. He felt some pressure in his head and a soft feeling whenever he walked past you. You felt that same pressure whenever he was around. You knew not to let your emotions run wild—couldn’t risk anything breaking around you. So you kept your head down and kept that curious mouth shut

You always gave the other men walking into the office a casual smile, nothing too serious—you were just a polite secretary. Whenever Hallorann stepped in there though, your head was behind a binder and you just pointed him to where Shaw was.

That hiding only worked for so long because eventually just began walking around your mind. You wanted him out—you felt too embarrassed to strike up any conversation at this point so when he walked near Shaw's office, you moved your hand to shut that door right in his face.

You teased him, watching as he rubbed his head in pain “I don’t like men peeking through my stuff without askin’…” once he heard that sweet voice leave your lips, he perked up and you hid yourself right back behind that binder

He knew from that moment, he wanted to know more about you. He didn’t care how many times he had to peek through your mind and get hit with a door for it. He had his suspicions confirmed and he wanted to get friendly with you.

The more he peaked, the more he got hit with the door. He’d just make up lies about how his face got roughed up to anyone who asked.

He finally had enough of you and the door beatings one day, he just pulled back your binder the next time you held it up to hide your curious eyes and curved smile. He had enough of both of your mind games, he wanted conversation. “So…you finally gon’ speak to me? Or are we just gonna keep back n’ forthing with you know what forever?”

From that day forward, you and two were on each other like glue.

He’d always keep you filled in on what was going on near or off base—especially if it involved him. He wasn’t just gonna keep you out of the blue.

He always made sure to spend extra time in the front office talking to you before he made his way towards Shaw at all. He even brought you gifts sometimes—whatever he could hide in his little pocket.

You swore you didn’t care if your relationship was public and you meant it, but Hallorann just wanted to keep it a secret from his bosses in case they tried to use you against him at any given time.

You knew that before you two started fooling around he was already a little on edge, after “It” came into play, you could tell he grew more and more disturbed.

You knew you couldn’t do much from the office, he couldn’t either. So you two often found each other at one another’s door step and it was usually yours.

He’d come in, hug and hold you tightly like he never wanted to leave ever again and you just held him, occasionally walking through his mind or talking to him without even making a sound to just calm him down.

He’d never ever come empty handed. He didn’t care what he was going through, he’d be at your front doorstep drenched in sweat with a bouquet of flowers in hand. You’d just shake your head and pull him right inside.

One night of him coming to hang out became a night of him sleeping over, a night of him sleeping over became a week, and eventually he just started to ride home with you once work ended and had his own little corner in your bedroom.

That man knew how to slide into whatever space you were in quickly. He couldn’t bare to not be there with you if he ever had a chance. He made your house his home—at some point there was a damn professional photo of you two in each others arms in a frame in the house.

You two were wrapped around one another like ribbon. He made sure to tell you everyday and every night that he had never been so lucky to meet someone as pretty and as special as you. Whether it was in person, through both of your minds, or on a phone call. He’d never let you forget it.

The more and more he slept over, the more you two couldn’t deal with being away from each other. Sometimes, he’d oversleep or stay way too long and end up hitching a ride with you to work. His friends would tease him all day for fooling around with the bosses secretary but he’d just lie as best as he could and tell them they were overthinking it.

he swore you were the worst at hiding your ability’s. He’d always bring up how he was still so surprised that Shaw or no one else around base found out. Only ones that knew were himself and Charlotte and you planned to keep it that way.

Whenever he got you all flustered, little objects around you would shake or crack. If you were sad or nervous, they’d fall or rattle around. He knew not to make you angry, because everything around you would break.

You wanted to get it under control, not let your emotions take control and reveal your secret. Hallorann however found it cute when you swore up and down you weren’t flustered or aroused and he’d just watch the flower vase crack and say “you sure? Looks like you’re lyin’.”

You could lie or cover your face as much as you wanted to—but when that man was inbetween your thighs and had you trembling whenever his face was shoved in your pussy, the lights always flickered or something always ended up broken and in need of repair by the next morning.

He learned real quick that you didn’t need to be treated like some delicate little angel the longer he started staying with you. After the first time you initiated any kisses or sexual acts between the two of you, he knew he didn’t have to hold back with the love and affection anymore.

And even though you didn’t need to be treated all soft and delicate, he still made sure to be tender and sweet to you…you didn’t even have to tell him you liked it, your body language and the objects around you always gave you away

You knew how to calm him down better than anyone else since you were already familiar with what he was going through. The second he returned from a single mission you were the one treating him in the medical tents or talking to him in your office as quick as you could before anyone peaked around the corner.

All that peaking eventually caught up on you two once one of Hallorann’s friends saw. They promised to keep it a secret and not get to Loud about it but they always teased him and covered for him whenever he met up with you when he was supposed to be getting ready to missions.

Despite him knowing how your day went most of the time, he’d still always ask. He always said “talkin’ to me through our minds ain’t the same as me hearing that pretty voice I fell in love with. Don’t forget it.”

Sometime—he made sure to block you out of his mind and had you do the same just so you two could have lots to talk about later and he could listen to you go on and on about anything you wanted.

You had never been happier that he peered into your mind being a lil creep. Because now, you weren’t alone and neither was he. You had him, and he made sure to remind you that you were stuck with him no matter what.

You had never been more grateful to be stuck with someone, and you wouldn’t let any person or supernatural force pull you two apart.

(Fic for these hcs coming sooner or later 👀 just wanna see how everyone feels about these first.)

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Jimmy might js be him.

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Can’t stop thinking about remmick and his lover/wife being hunted out and finally caught and kept out till sunrise and they’re both about to die together.

But they like latch onto each other heads pressed onto each other until like reader gets all weakish and stops holding on cus she’s literally burning to death so he uses his body to shield them until they both die in each others arms

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Just started crying because i remembered Adrian chase ain’t real and I’ll never have a boyfriend like him.

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Oh they really beat his ass up 😭

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1st sunrise together

(not your last)

Remmick x female reader (one shot)

A/N: alr people…I haven’t written in months…finally tryna start writing again and stop trying to make story perfects and put out what I enjoy writing and not what I think evb else needs or wants from me. On that note thanks for 300+ followers wtf. Also uh this is my first sinners fanfic (def won’t be my last) so bear with me pls. Just a lil short thing for you guys. Once again, sorry if this was mid, took a small ass prompt and extended it sorry. Comments and reblogs are appreciated (I love talking to u guys sm)

Summary: you and Remmick have been around each other for a bit. Getting comfortable in ways you live, love and do things. Your guard is always up but his has begun to go down. What happens if one day you aren’t on a hunt with him cause he makes you stay home and does something different. “You’re just paranoid—that won’t happen.” Is what he tells you all the time. 9 times out of 10, you’re right.

WC: 2.6k

Warning: death, angst, lil cringe, fic moves rlly fast, little terrible world building moments, mentions of blood, mentions of religion (holy water, is that a mention?), mentions death, mentions of gunshots and guns.

It'd already been 3 years since his teeth seeped into your neck.

They drained your body of blood and brought you back to life—just with a few changes and tweaks to the way you were able to live out life now.

The man who bit you, your husband, Remmick. He stayed by your side just as he promised before you allowed him to bite you.

He cared for you just as you asked and needed, and you tried to return the favor whenever possible.

He made sure all your needs and wants were met as soon as he could make it happen.

If you were hungry, he’d make sure you’d get full. If you wanted to be held, he’d carry you. If you wanted to hear music or dance, he’d crack out that banjo and get to playing.

He made sure to keep you as happy and protected as he possibly could.

You two typically had a nightly ritual of going to get bodies to feast on to cure your hunger if you weren’t tending to each other's wounds from the night prior or relaxing after a passionate night.

Whenever you two went out hunting, you had a sort of ritual of burning down the houses once you were done with the bodies. You were a no-evidence kind of girl, he didn’t understand why, and thought he wasted time waiting for the sun to come up—you just couldn’t care and continued to burn whatever house you two raided.

You two had different ways about how you dealt with business. Whatever way you dealt with it, you knew it was always better when it was two of you dealing with it instead of one suffering with the issue alone.

Out of the two of you, one of you almost always got roughed up by the end of the night if a human was fighting back from you trying to bite them.

This night, it was you.

Remmick was pissed, livid actually. You don’t think you’d ever seen him take greater pleasure in killing someone, ever, once he finished killing whoever put a few bullets in you.

“You need to relax…” You said “yer getting worked up over nunin'’ you know I’m gon heal so just breathe and relax.”

You tried your best to calm him down—you hated when he was constantly worked up, especially over things you considered small. He didn’t consider you getting hurt a “small thing” to him; it was a big issue.

You grabbed onto his suspenders, pulling him back into the bed with you.

“It ain’t no small thing…sure you’ll be fine in a week but y’know how much I hate seeing you hurt.” He said, voice sounding all pissed but trying to relax it to not worry you.

he was still on the issue and you didn’t mind it as long as he stopped working himself up over it.

Your forehead pressed against his—you two sharing any warmth you possibly could to each other. His arms began wrapping around your back like a snake, holding onto you like he never wanted to let go.

You winced for a second as he got ready to let go, but you wrapped your arm around him so he wouldn’t try and move away.

“Remmick…stop worryin’.” You gave him a reassuring smile as he kissed your face softly.

“You can’t tell me to stop worryin’.” He said

“And why is that?”

“‘Cause ya do the exact same thing.”

“Hm…well, it’s ok when I do it.”

He just rolled his eyes at you—finding what you had to say was unfair but knew he could argue against it because he’d lose anyway.

You two were always worried back and forth, taking turns on who would be the one panicking for the night. It was mostly you so you had gotten used to it but whenever it was him you wanted him to relax and not press the issue.

Your head still pressed against his as you two took in each other and every feature. Your arms still wrapped around his body, and his still wrapped around yours…

A few moments of silence filled the air before Remmick finally spoke again.

“You gon eat tonight…you ain't touched nothin’ since we last went huntin’.”

He squeezed your hand—getting your full attention as this was his way of telling you he had to go out.

“Well, let me get on up.” You said.

Before you could get off the bed—he leaped up and stood in front of you.

“No darlin’.” He said, “you gon stay here and rest.”

“We don’t really need sleep….besides, I’ll be patched up in a day or two at most.” you said

You began to look him up and down—what he said was silly to you, and you didn’t agree to it at all. You tried to stand again, but this time he put his hands on your shoulder, keeping you down for a second.

“Remmick…”

“Please, jus’ stay here…I’ll be back, promise.” He said softly.

Your eyes and his met as he was giving that same little pleading stare that a puppy would give you when it did something wrong.

You just huffed—you were annoyed you couldn’t go with him, but if he wanted you to rest that badly and promised that he’d come back, you’d just stay put for the night.

“Fine, Remmy.” You said

You pulled him in by his suspenders, giving him a kiss. He quickly returned it as you let go of his suspenders and he leaned in closer pushing you down on the matress a bit more.

You broke the kiss to speak.

“Uh, Remmy, don’t you have food to be getting? You're on a time limit with that sun.” You said teasingly.

He just cleared his throat before pulling himself up.

“Right, yes.” He said, “When I get back though, I want more of whatever that was gon’ be.”

You just chuckled as you watched him leave out of the door into the night.

A few minutes had passed before you stood up to do some house chores—thought you might as well pass the boredom with some work.

You walked around the house as it felt a little lifeless without Remmick there—you knew he’d be back soon as promised, but you were just as impatient as he was.

While you were walking around, your eyes were jumping onto every object, seeing if anything needed cleaning or if it was out of order.

Your eyes finally came to the nightstand, and you saw nothing wrong at first glance till you looked back.

A box of matches, your box of matches was still there…

That same box of matches you used to get rid of any evidence whenever you two went out.

“Shit.” You murmured.

Your mind racing with worry as per usual about him. You told him you’d stay put, but you had a certain way of doing things, and you didn’t want to stray away from the usual.

You just swallowed down whatever worry you had in your throat. He could handle himself, he lived this long without you, he’d be fine.

hours had begun passing—you knew the sun was gonna be up sooner than later.

That worry you swallowed down began climbing right back up your throat. Pacing back and forth around the room like a madman, you had not a clue where he was.

You were ready to leave and try and find him yourself until a loud, frantic bang caused you to get up and dash to the door.

As soon as you opened it, you saw him.

Remmick—beaten up and bruised. A few gunshot wounds, blood all over his face and body, rips to his clothes, and nasty gashes and cuts on his face.

You knelt to where he sat, trying to pull him back up to his feet. You had nothing to say in the moment—your top priority was getting him to safety and patched up.

Remmick stood up with your help as you examined his face. He grabbed your hand tight, stopping you as he needed your full attention.

“We gotta go.” He said, “We gotta go right now, darlin’.”

You just nodded—you got ready to turn back into the house to grab a few things before you heard screaming and gunshots. People were out hunting and searching for you.

“Ain’t no time,” Remmick said as he grabbed you by the back of your dress.

You were dragged out by your back until he released it—you two dashed through the woods.

It was pretty rare for you two to be haunted when you were usually the ones doing the hunting. Sadly for you two, it was more of them and not enough time to fight back. You just needed to run and find shelter.

“Remmick, why ain’t you bring them damn matches.” You murmured but he heard every word.

“Thought I wasn’t gon need em, clearly it was a full house. I’m sorry, let’s just get out of this then you can yell at me later.” He said

His hand grabbed onto yours tightly, running through the woods with you, trying to find any safety. If you two weren’t on the brink of getting murdered—you’d consider it romantic.

Gunshots flying into trees as bullets miss you two. Water splashing as whoever was chasing you tried to fling holy water on you. You two just gave each other that soft-eyed look before you kept running.

He wanted to keep you safe—he promised to keep you safe.

Now he was falling short on his promises.

You didn’t care—as long as you were with him,, you considered yourself safe. You just kept running until you bumped into him and realized he came to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” You shouted.

You just looked up and saw the moon was going down. Sun was just coming up quicker and quicker.

“Remmick, we can find some place to go, cmon.” You said, “We just gotta go, cmon.”

He quickly pulled you to the side—you two now under a tree, trying to think of anything to get yourself out of the situation. You could deny it all you wanted, but there was nothing more that could be done in that moment.

“I didn’t take them matches—didn't do things the at we usually do it. Now I messed it up.” Remmick spoke in a wimpy sort of tone.

“Remmick, I’m not about to scold you for this.” You said, “atleast not right now. So relax we gotta get out of this ok?”

He was used to you scolding him for the small things, and any other time you would’ve, but now it was life or death. If it just so happened to be death, you weren’t about to spend your final moments scolding him. You just pressed your head against his hoping that time would freeze for you just for a second and it felt like it did.

You started to cry—he wanted to cry. He had broken his promise, he said he’d always keep you safe, always make sure you were protected.

The sun wasn’t slowing down for anyone, it was gonna come up eventually. The hunters drew closer, and little tears became flowing pools of water.

“I broke my promise—I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He murmured.

He tried his best to calm you down while he was panicking himself. He began holding you tighter, but the sun began to shine through the leaves on the tree. You two didn’t have much longer. You were either gonna die by the sunlight burning you to ash, or die by the hands of hunters that weren’t finished off.

“Remmick.” You said in a stuffy tone

You swallowed down your tears as best as you could for a second to talk.

“I know you said you keep me safe, and you think you broke the promise.” You said, “If you wanna make it up to me, just keep one promise you made.”

You two began curling into each other tightly as he held onto you as best as he could. His skin took the majority of the burns from the sunlight as he tried his absolute best to protect you from the heat that was coming.

“And which one is that?” He asked

“Staying with me.” You said, “and I want you to stay with me…and watch the sun rise.”

His head lifted up,, and so did yours. His eyes were weak and questioning what you just said. He couldn’t believe this is what you were saying but he knew you two didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“Cmon.” He said

He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the woods into the open sunlight. You two were met by a river—memories filling your mind of all the times you two went there at night. Your life with him was flashing before your eyes.

The hunters were here, and so was the sun. You drowned out their screams to catch you guys—you were so focused on him and the burning pain that flowed through your body that you couldn’t give two shits.

His hand stayed clasped onto yours—you two burning up quicker than you were before. Smoke coming from your body as if you were food being cooked and prepared.

You two finally reached the lake. Feet soaking in there as if the water was gonna save you but you knew it was over—your forehead just pressed his as you began to cry weakly, and he just held onto you tighter and tighter.

Memories flowing through your mind of the life you had with him.

That first time you met, the time he turned you every promise he made, every kiss you shared, every passionate night you two enjoyed, every meal shared, every life taken.

It all rushed through you faster than ever before.

You never expected it to be so short, you wanted it to be longer. Remmick spoiled you rotten—because you’d forgotten you can’t just get everything you wanted.

Tears and screams of agony still left your face as he held onto you tight—he held you tightly in that same warm embrace he always did. He tried to calm you down as best as he could, giving you comfort in whatever way he could in the moment. It only helped so much.

Both of you sizzling and burning alive by the second, smelling like rotting meat and flesh, getting ready to be thrown out. Your flesh melting to his at this point, you two were becoming one, except this time, it was physically.

Remmick kissed you softly on the forehead before speaking.

“I’ll meet you again—next life, we’ll try again. I’ll keep you as safe as I can, and I'll love you jus’ like I did in this life. Promise.”

You just looked at him, and the ash began to surround both of you. You were silent—taking in your final breaths as you knew your time on earth was over.

Hunters could’ve came in that water at any time and put a stake in your backs—they just stayed in the woods, watching what they caused all go down and finish.

You ignored them, eyes just stuck on Remmick and how his body was melting away right before you. Memories of how you would patch him up whenever he was like this flowing through your mind as you were silent.

You just felt weak, you couldn’t save him, and this time he couldn’t save you.

“You gotta respond, give me something,” he said, “Don’t let these last few seconds be silent. Speak to me, say whatever’s on your mind..”

He gave those same pleading eyes that he would always give to you when you were mad or he wanted you to reason with him.

His crumbling hand reaching towards you face to wipe off the tears as best as he could before you spoke again.

“I’m scared.” You said

“Me too.” He replied

For one second it was dead silent before you picked back up the conversation speaking again.

“Promise I’ll be patient, but you keep your word, Remmick.”

“I will,” he said, “I promise I will, darlin’.”

Foreheads pressed together one final time. He gave you a smile and you returned one until your lips met–whatever was left of them, at least. He began humming a soft tune painfully. He tried to hide any sadness he had in the moment from you, and you respected it.

He just hummed soft melodies that he would play or sing for you whenever you were home with him to comfort both of you as you were ready to leave this body.

You got to see a sunrise with him–and what made it even better was the fact you’d get to see more with him in the future.

The ash of both your bodies wisped away in the wind, but not a single spec of dust separated.

You’d be reunited soon.

You'd just have to be patient, like he asked.

Just like you promised.