#Nessie fic

[yeenybeanies]

behold! the design i did for nessie!ghost for ghost_throat on ao3’s first monster fic! i am SO excited about this fic, so everyone go read it!!!

more art to come in the following chapters too 💖

[ufolane]

everyone's losing their mind simping over @naffeclipse's cryptid sightings and then there's me coming outta left field obsessing over vanessa. that's alright, i got two hands

[luvstappen]

Hiya babes I was wondering if you could do a really cute, fluffy wholesome lando smau after you finish inthaf because I love your writing and I need more comfort!lando in my life x

hiii! i'm definitely more of an angst girly but i feel like i owe you one for sure :) i’d love to do one if i get the right inspiration!

[eeriansadowtwopointoh]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beachcomber & Nessie Characters: Beachcomber (Transformers), Loch Ness Monster | Nessie Additional Tags: 3 Sentence Ficathon, 3 Sentence Ficathon 2024, Fluff, unusual friendship Summary:

Beachcomber goes to visit a friend.

[lets-zofifi-stuff]

Well, I DO have a problem with Cassie being black...

I had an amazing theory that she is Vanessa's little sister since on the promotion materials she appeared to be the same kind of yellow-blonde. Now this theory is in... ruin!

Haha. Get it?

[fragments-of-despair]

As he started to slip on his shoes, Fuyuhiko felt the air around him go cold. A gentle chill, like a fresh winter's snow. "Hello, Kasai."

"Greetings, Your Lordship," came a soft voice. "You're dressed rather casually today. Heading out?"

"Yeah, I am. I have to go see a guy about a coma." He glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowed slightly as he saw the man standing by the door leading to one of the side rooms. "You're in your jacket. Going somewhere yourself?"

Kasai chuckled softly, lightly toying with the collar of his leather jacket. "Sharp as ever. Yes, I am. Lady Natsumi asked for me to take her to a particular location, so I'll be escorting her today."

"Right. Guess that makes sense." Fuyuhiko let out a huff of annoyance as he started to tie his shoes. "And how many times do I gotta say it? Stop fucking calling me "Your Lordship" or whatever. It's annoying. Way too damn formal."

"Until Lord Harunobu steps down, I'm afraid that order is the only one I cannot follow. My apologies, Your Lordship, but the formalities shall remain."

Fuyuhiko scowled. "Whatever. Fucking bastard…"

Kasai chuckled and walked over to him, taking a seat beside him as he grabbed his own shoes. "Is Lady Peko coming with you?"

"Yeah, she is. She's just getting ready." Fuyuhiko paused, staring at the strings in his hands, closely observing every fiber to try to maintain focus. "…You could come with us, you know. Pretty sure they'd let you in if you wanna visit him too."

"…Do you wanna die?" Kasai asked, glaring at Fuyuhiko.

The young yakuza heir just scoffed, the tension in his body easing a little. "You can just say no like a normal person, shithead."

Kasai's glare softened. "Aw, Lord Fuyuhiko saw right through me."

"It'd help if you didn't use that phrase so often."

"Perhaps." Kasai leaned back, closing his eyes as if lost in thought. "But I find it to be a comfort, despite the implications."

Another amazing piece of art by the fantastic @nessiemccormick for a scene from Chapter 4 of “Take You With Me”, featuring Ichiei Kasai designed by MadxHeza. 

[vomitpukey]

I'm super new to this, but here's my OCs, I guess.

Most of them dont... have like... up to date ref sheets. Doodles will probably be posted sometime, maybe? Possibly? Prolly not.

Lots of weird shit covered in here. Don't press the read more if you're not wanting to see.. like... almost every uncomfortable thing imaginable. Like one of these poor souls is a human pet.

Yeah.

Jeremy Jones, simply referred to as Pet by a lot of people, is unfortunately dead to the public eye. He got surprise adopted by Ville when he was 12, and he has been raised perfectly normally since. Yep. Totally.

Jeremy usually wears nothing but a dog collar. Even after he gets out of Ville's clutches, he wears a choker for an odd sort of comfort.

Ville couldn't decide if he wanted a pet or a child, so Jeremy is both. Blud just kinda engrains that into his brain until it sticks. Jeremy is like.... early to mid-twenty something whenever i write about him being in Ville's care. I imagine by the time he's escaped Ville and gets help at the hospital he's in his late 20s, by the time he's well enough to be a functioning member of society again he's probably in his early 30s. I don't have a set age for him if you couldn't tell. /s

Jeremy respects his mother figure, Nessie, greatly. He tries his best to respect her boundaries once he's back into society, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't miss the closest thing he's ever had to a real parent.

Ville Valentine is a being as old as time. He's a purple rabbit fuck that causes misery for seemingly everyone he's ever been around. He's, somehow, had multiple partners. Him and Nessie were married for a while, Nessie not realizing the literal torture her husband's child has been through to get so nice and obedient. She quickly divorces Ville once she realizes how truly he's wrecked Jeremy's psyche and regrets not taking the man with her when she left just about every day.

Ville's current partner is.... Mike. Ew.

Micheal Coxs is an absolute leech. He only truly likes one person: Ville Valentine. Any other relationships or connections he may attempt to have usually fall through because Mike... attempts to sacrifice them to Ville.

Mike is a self-proclaimed prophet of the rabbitman, the tiny little rat of a man doing his best to spread the gospel of his God.

Mike has... far too many things wrong with him. This fucker is quite literally jealous of Jeremy because he wants to be Ville's pet. Absolutely vile individual.

Vincent Valentine is Ville's brother. He doesn't use his powers to fuck with people and is generally chill. That's... about it, honestly. He and Nessie are like the only normal-ish people here istg.

Lockness Rivera is a farmer. She lives far too close to the dump than what should reasonably be allowed. Usually, she illegally grows her crops in said dump due to the soil there being surprisingly good. She used to live out in the country with her parents on their farm but decided to move when she met Ville. She was absolutely starstruck with the man, as was Ville with her, and her parents were happy she'd finally found the one.

And then everything went to shit.

Nessie has assumed, due to his rather childish way of speaking and his overall short appearance, that Jeremy really was a child. She had found the collar extremely weird, as well as the fact that her husband's kid was apparently named Pet... I wish the poor gal would've seen the blindingly red flags sooner. Ville always treated Jeremy nicer when Nessie was around. Sigh. She divorced him the second she'd walked in on Jeremy getting punished for God knows what, Nessie unable to take Jeremy with her due to a Jeremy Valentine not existing anywhere in any records.

[denizbevan]

Did you say kilt?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57399430

And Loch Ness monster, too!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54555862

Expedition X - Loch Ness Monster / Scotland with Rhys Darby

[calliopesdiary]

“mini-me”

synopsis; your little sister captures the hearts of your boyfriends, you may even say she has a little crush on james.

contents; sexual activity mentioned, fem!reader, reader has a cute lil sister, poly!marauders, james has baby fever, you have baby fever, i have baby fever, everyone has baby fever

warnings; none! just a brief mention of sex but nothing bad (;

a/n; i’ve been daydreaming about this fic for so long

“NESSIE! FINALLY MY BEST FRIEND IS BACK!"

roared a thunderous James Potter who’d spotted your little sister— Vanessa.

Nessie was all over the boys, and they were all over her. she was a first-year hufflepuff and a true sweetheart.

Sirius silently adored how similar you two looked, it was like looking at twins— except one of them happened to be five years older than the other.

He was too afraid and stubborn to admit it, but Nessie gave him a heavy dose of baby fever.

was she a baby? no, not even close. but something about her cheeky smile, the way her robes hung over her like how a child pretending to be an adult’s would, and how her hand (which was considerably smaller than his) slid into yours lovingly at any given time.

maybe it was just that he wanted to see you as a mom, or that he longed for a family that was warm and loving.

“y/n, dear.” Sirius caught your attention quickly, even though you were watching James ramble on to Nessie like it was an oscar award winning film.

“hm—?” you hummed, attempting to pry your eyes away from the sweet scene.

“what do you think i’d-be like?”

“what do i think what would be like?”

“you know, having kids.” he could tell from your flustered expression that to were certainly not expecting that.

“o-oh… w-well…”

luckily the conversation had been interrupted by one Nessie.

Nessie ended her conversation with James, earning a “hey!” when she walked away from him.

“Siri.” she tugged in his sleeve.

“yes, darling?”

she blushed at the pet name, and started twirling her hair.

“um.. will you guys take me to Hogsmeade…?”

“Hogsmeade? Ness, only third years and over can go to Hogsmeade—“

“Professor Mcgonagall said if i went with you then it would be alright!”

She tugged on Sirius’ slightly oversized leather jacket once more, as he stumbles from the unexpected tug.

“whats going on in here— AGH!”

Remus stumbled backwards as Nessie pounced on top of him like some wild animal who was about to feed on him.

“hi— oof— hi Nessie.”

Remus was taken aback by the little first year jumping around in him in a circle chanting;

“i’m going to Hogsmeade!”

“Ness, he gets it.” You groaned from your position on James’ lap.

“Get off!!” Nessie shoved you with all of her pre-puberty force.

“N-Nessie!” you ‘gently’ hit the bedpost as Nessie locked herself onto James.

“What candy is she on? Pixi Stix?”

“Oh, suck my dick, Moony.”

“Gladly—“

“Oi!” Barked James.”

“whats a dick?”

“Nessie—..”

HOGSMEADE was beautiful in summer time.

obviously— it wasn’t summer yet, but with April coming to a close and blossoming like a flower, you could basically say it was summertime.

you walked along with Remus and Sirius, as Nessie was hanging around with James as they skipped ahead down the alleys and walkways of Hogsmeade.

you adored James, and how sweet he was to your sister, she was such a sweet kid and deserved the love.

"James?" Nessie stopped skipping for a moment, keeping a steady walking pace instead.

"Hm?"

"Do you love my sister?"

"I do."

"so why don't you marry her?" Sirius burst into a quiet laughter, and Remus tucked the hysterical boy into his chest.

"i- marry her? i'd love too, but we're a bit young."

“but Snow White was 14 when she got married.”

“Oh.” James was clearly a bit flustered, his cheeks turned to a shade of pink.

Remus watched his lovers interact with Nessie, and it sparked something deep inside him.

Remus (until now) had ruled out a happy ending for himself.

being a lycanthrope, he never wanted to pass that burden to his child. so he couldn’t— no, wouldn’t have kids.

but somehow, someway, as he watched you with your little sister. he realized how badly he wanted you to be a mom.

for the first time, Remus realized that he could live happily.

“Remus? are you alright?” You tapped his shoulder rapidly, and he snapped out of his trance.

“Y-yes, sorry I got distracted.”

“you don’t have to apologize.” you smiled brightly up to him, the smile he was so in love with.

the smile he wanted his kids to have.

*

you four dropped Nessie off back at her common room, and Sirius immediately sprung onto you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Siri?” you asked through soft giggles.

“I can’t wait to have a kid with you.”

[panlight]

Gonna be real with you, I don't care about Renesmee at all.

It's not even necessarily an "I don't like her" thing so much as I 'nothing' her. She's probably the last character I'd want to follow into sequels; I just didn't/couldn't connect with her, I'm not curious about what happens to her, she just does absolutely nothing to spark my imagination in terms of fic and headcanon. Just a big empty void of 'meh.'

Plus, to me, part of the fun of vampires is them being so old, from another time, a little out of step with the present day, so a Gen Z half vampire is just . . . not what I'm here for at all.

That said, if a Nessie book does ever happen, I would not have the strength to stay away from it. If I'm going to Hell, I might as well do it thoroughly, etc etc. That is, I will 100% have to read it. I'm too invested in the other characters not to at this point, and SM has also said that Leah Clearwater would be a narrator in these future books and I do care about what happens to her.

[foxcantswim]

FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader [The Party Isn't Over]

(gif by me)

Vanessa always spends her birthday alone... You, Mike and all the animatronics decide to change that. Contents: Fluff, Established Relationship Warnings: Just everyone being stupid tbh, (Vanessa teasing you?) WC: 2,066 (requested by @calicomarvel - Sorry it took so long ;w;)

Taglist available for future Vanessa/Reader fics (including fluff, smut, angst)

Vanessa's frown had not left her face for the entire day, a heavy cloud had loomed over her head. She hadn't enjoyed her birthday in years, nobody ever bothered to check up on her. A simple 'happy birthday' from her dad wouldn't hurt... but he was busy. That was always the excuse.

She had hoped that you would perhaps call her and wish her a happy birthday, but her hopes had been severely crushed. She loved you dearly and was proud to call you her girlfriend, but a part of her heart ached at the thought of you not caring about her on this day.

She held her phone in her hand, staring mindlessly at it - silently hoping for anyone to message or call her. Silently hoping for you to message or call her.

Being alone everyday wasn't something new to her really, but ever since she met you on your first night shift at Freddy Fazbear's she couldn't quite stay away from you. She was happy to have you around.

A heavy sigh escaped her as she looked sadly at the phone, she promised herself she wouldn't cry... she hadn't cried about being alone for years now, but now that she had you? It seemed to break her heart that you had forgotten about her.

That's when the the phone in her hand buzzed, her eyes springing to life as she fumbled to quickly answer.

Clearing her throat, "H-Hi? Hello?" she hadn't even bothered to check the number that had been calling her.

"Hey, Nessy!" it was you. Relief started to wash over Vanessa, "Just checking in on you."

Biting her lip in anticipation, Vanessa sighed, "I'm okay... What are you up to?"

"Oh you know... just about to head to work. Nothing special really."

"Mhm..." Vanessa hummed. She still waited in anticipation.

"Will you be visiting tonight? Keep little old me company?"

"Ah," she paused, "I don't know, I might stay in tonight. Haven't got a shift to get to so..."

She heard you whine quite audibly, "Nessyyyy. Please come over and say hi? You would make me the happiest person on Earth. You wouldn't leave me all alone for six hours would you?" you continued to plead with her. She knew you would be putting on some sort of puppy dog eyes to get what you wanted right about now.

Vanessa couldn't help but feel the sadness start to creep back in. Had you really forgotten her birthday? She had mentioned it to you last week, so surely you hadn't...

"I'll think about it, Y/N," she felt slightly bitter.

"I expect you to be here at midnight. On the dot. Or else."

A slight smile appeared on the blonde's face, "Okay, Y/N."

"Love you, Nessy!" you exclaimed, giddy at getting your own way yet again.

"I love you, too," Vanessa's voice was quiet before you hung up the phone.

"That was so painful," you groaned, throwing the phone onto the table, "She sounded so upset..."

"I'm sure this will make up for it," Mike reassured, waving towards the venue in front of him.

Both you and Mike had been hard at work for the past few hours, setting everything up in the pizzeria. With the help of the animatronics, of course. Vanessa had opened up to you a couple months ago about how much she hated birthdays and she never celebrated them. She had mentioned how she'd always wanted to have a party at Freddy's when she was a kid... So you and Mike had been planning to make that a reality.

Bonnie and Foxy expertly carried some tables, creating an excellent exterior for the huge fort you were building.

There were extra party lights strung around the room, food and drink on a table near the stage, and some presents next to it.

You had made sure that some of the arcade games were working properly, and the ball pit was thoroughly cleaned. You intended on doing anything and everything to make Vanessa's birthday special. Vanessa had expressed how she hated the ball pit but you were going to drag her in there whether she liked it or not.

Surprisingly, Chica and Freddy had come out of the kitchen with a cake balancing in the palm of Freddy's hand.

Well, it was sort of a cake? It had icing and frosting and sponge but... They were kind of all just mushed together into a big pile. It's the thought that counts.

"We have an hour to make sure everything is perfect," you told Mike.

Mike patted you on the shoulder, "It can't get much better than this."

You hurried the animatronics onto their stages and made sure they were in position, ready to perform as soon as Vanessa walked in. The animatronics were more than happy to help out, they had always loved Vanessa's company.

The lights were all off, and the music was ready to play.

You wanted everything to be perfect. Mike constantly reassured you that it was more than enough and Vanessa would love it.

You continued to nervously look at the clock as the minutes ticked on, Vanessa would be here any moment now. You hated lying to her and not calling her at all for her birthday, but you wanted this to be a huge surprise for her. Hopefully she would see that you truly cared about her, as did Mike and the animatronics.

Mike had been watching the cameras, looking out for Vanessa's car. He was anxious about how she would react, but nowhere near as anxious as you were. He knew that you wanted to impress her, and he was with you every step of the way.

That was when she finally arrived, her car pulling into the nearly empty parking lot.

Mike rushed out of the office and snapped his fingers, giving the signal.

The clock currently read 11:57, so technically it was still Vanessa's birthday. You were thankful that she was here a little earlier so you could actually tell her on the day.

The lights were promptly turned off, the animatronics in their places, and you and Mike were hiding by one of the tables placed by the 'Showtime' button. The button was primed to turn on all the lights and the music and release balloons from the ceiling.

You both looked at eachother as you heard Vanessa banging at the door, and using the buzzer. But of course neither of you got up to open it.

The silence in the room was deafening, you swear you heard Vanessa groan in annoyance as she jingled her keys.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the blonde opened the door. She called your name as she walked in, treading carefully in the dark.

As she made her way into the main room, Mike nodded at you with a smile. You slammed your hand onto the button and lights flicked on.

"Surprise!" you and Mike both jumped out from behind the table. The balloons fell from the ceiling and the animatronics started to put on a show, the music was loud but not too loud.

Vanessa looked like a deer that had been caught in the headlights, she looked at you and Mike with a mix of shock and confusion.

The clock read 11:59. You quickly ran over to Vanessa.

"Happy Birthday, Vanessa!" you pulled her into a hug, planting a soft kiss against her lips.

"Y-Y/N?" she stuttered, still in shock at what was even happening.

"Happy Birthday, Ness," Mike smiled as he walked over.

You pulled away from the hug, "God, I am so sorry I didn't tell you earlier, Nessy. I knew I would end up opening my mouth up about this surprise if I did."

Vanessa looked around the room at the bright lights and decorations, the animatronics all seemed to be looking towards her as they performed.

She felt tears spring into her eyes, "Y/N..." she started.

"Please don't tell me I did something wrong!" you quickly started to worry upon seeing her expression.

"No!" she exclaimed quickly, "No, not all. Just... you really did all this for me?"

You laughed in relief, "With the help of the animatronics of course."

Mike cleared his throat.

"And Mike too, I guess," you winked at him.

"I thought you forgot or..."

You knew that people in the past, including her own family, had forgotten Vanessa's birthday or just not bothered to contact her.

"Well... I didn't. Neither did Mike," you reassured her, you reached to grab her hand, "I know you haven't had the best luck with birthdays in the past, but I want to make this the best one you've ever had. I know how much you always wanted a party here at Freddy's when you were a kid, so we are making that a reality."

You dragged Vanessa over to the tables to show her the food and drink, and all the presents you and Mike had gathered for her to take home after the night was done.

Freddy and Chica had momentarily hopped off stage to proudly show off their 'cake'. Vanessa couldn't help but smile at the two.

"Bonnie and Foxy helped with the decorations. And these two made the most delicious looking cake ever," you smiled at them.

"Thank you so much," the blonde said to the two 'chefs'. And then looked over and Foxy who had casually jumped up on the main stage with Bonnie, "And thank you two!" she called over to them.

Mike had dragged both you and Vanessa over to the arcade games, declaring that he would be getting the high score on each game.

Long story short, he sucked at each and every one of them. Even Freddy had beat him at a game of skee-ball. He had quickly challenged the bear to other games.

You pecked Vanessa on the cheek before dragging over to the dreaded ball pit.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, her smile still present however, "Seriously, Y/N?"

You laughed and dragged her in without warning, "I did not spend three hours cleaning this thing out for nothing."

Vanessa had ended up standing in front of you, awkwardly pushing the balls out of the way in order to wrap you in a tight hug.

"You didn't need to do any of this, Y/N."

"I did. You deserve to know that you're loved, Nessy. I was this close to spilling the whole thing when I rang you earlier," a nervous laugh escaped you as the blonde rubbed a thumb across your cheek, "I just wanted to give you the best birthday ever... Even if it technically is the day after right now."

She surprised you by bringing you into a kiss, her arms wrapping around your waist to bring you in closer (if that was even possible).

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks as she deepened the kiss.

"Get a room!" you heard Mike call over, causing the two of you to pull away.

Vanessa flipped him off as he chuckled.

She looked back at you, her gaze was soft, "Thank you, Y/N. Nobody has ever done something like this for me before. It means a lot."

"No worries, Nessy. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N," she kissed your lips, almost featherlight. A smirk then plastered across her face as she leaned in close to your ear, "It might be my birthday... but I think you are the one who deserves a reward when we get back to my place."

You opened your mouth to say something, but all that escaped was a whimper as the blonde grazed her teeth along your neck teasingly. She pulled away from you and hopped out of the ball pit, leaving a flushed you alone with a stunned look on your face. She smirked at you as she walked away with a wink.

You cleared your throat as you exited the ball pit.

"Like I said. Get a room," Mike grimaced at you, his mind surely tainted after hearing what Vanessa had just said.

You flipped him off.

Taglist: @marvelwomen-simp ; @emiliaisdead

[ladykailitha]

Around the World Part 2

Hello and welcome to the second chapter of this lovely fic. We have all sorts of thrills for you on this one.

A ghost town, a haunted B&B, and Gaming Con Salt Lake City.

Did I spend too much time in Utah? Oh no doubt, but I am a Utah girlie born and bred and I know a bit more about it then anywhere else.

Part 1

~

At breakfast in the little nook the B&B provided for them to eat, Robin was eyeing Eddie and Steve suspiciously.

“I can’t believe you two actually went to bed after we parted for the night,” she huffed. “I was expecting at least some vigorous exercise, if you know what I mean.”

But before either of them could reply, one of the owners came over and tutted at Steve. She was an elderly woman with frizzy hair and half moon glasses. “Do you like to exercise, young man?”

Steve pursed his lips to avoid laughing in his hostess’s face and nodded. “I usually like to go for a run in the morning, but I’m on vacation.” He kicked Robin’s shin for good measure.

“I understand, dear,” she said patting his shoulder. “When we make a habit of something our friends can be a little shocked when we take a break.” She wandered back into the kitchen to get more coffee.

“Did you forget that Eddie and I aren’t supposed to be a couple?” Steve hissed. “It’s a good thing she missed the double entendre otherwise you might have gotten us kicked out.”

Robin threw herself against the back of the chair with a huff and crossed her arms. She looked away and Chrissy whispered to her for a bit while Steve and Eddie ate their food.

“Sorry.”

Suddenly there was a crash and the woman started screaming. “George! She’s done it again! Either she goes or I do!”

Their whole table went silent but everyone around kept going about their business like this happened all the time.

Steve asked a nearby table what that was all about.

“That’s Nessie Thomas,” the man explained. “She’s been haunting this house since she died of the Spanish Flu in 1918. She doesn’t like the way Emma does her eggs and will pull the pans off the shelf to express her displeasure.”

Steve and Robin looked at each other and then started shoveling food in their mouths. Chrissy raised an eyebrow at Eddie in askance.

“Soulmate telepathy,” he said with a shrug. “I think basically, they want to get out of here as fast as possible before the ghost starts throwing something more dangerous than pans.”

Chrissy tilted her head and there was another crash and more screaming from the kitchen.

Her eyes widened and she too started hurrying to finish her breakfast.

“That’s it! George you can have the witch!” Emma screamed. She stomped out of the kitchen and threw her apron on the floor on her way out the door.

Eddie turned to the guy who had told them about the ghost. “Is that normal, too?”

The guy laughed. “Sure is. About once a month Emma declares she’s done and then after two or three days of George nearly running this place into the ground, she comes back with a shit ton of garlic, a bowl of salt, and a crucifix or three.”

That was when Eddie started to hurry up with breakfast. Ghosts were fine, but weaponized incompetence was where he drew the line.

They made it out to their roomy SUV Eddie had rent for their tour of America’s haunted places. They would return it in New Hampshire after touring all the HH Holmes sites, in Pennsylvania for his grave site, Vermont for where he fell the police, and finally New Hampshire for his birthday place. They would see other sites in between in Pennsylvania and New York.

Their final stop was Boston where they would take a flight to Queenstown in Ireland where they would begin their tour of Europe’s haunted places as New Hampshire didn’t have any international flights. So they would take a flight down to Massachusetts, see Salem and the birth place of Edgar Allen Poe and then fly out to Ireland.

Their next stop was Brodie, CA. A ghost town from the Gold rush that mysteriously burned down in the 1930s.

“It’s so creepy,” Robin said as they walked through the town, everything just as people left it all those years ago.

Suddenly there was a large bang and both Eddie and Robin grabbed Steve’s hands, one each, while Chrissy, clutched Eddie’s free arm, burying her face into it.

Steve smiled but wisely said nothing when they wanted to continue, but did not want to let go of his hands. He found the place more sad than creepy. These people thought they were going to get rich and suddenly everything went horribly wrong.

They made it back to the car, his koalas still firmly attached.

“You don’t think there were like, actual ghosts,” Robin asked, “do you?”

Steve merely pursed his lips as the three of them went off on all sorts of theories for the phenomena that went on in that town. From natural gases, to wind, to actual ghosts. They hadn’t reached a consensus by the time Steve hit the freeway.

~

They traveled all over the west and were a little disappointed when the got to Utah and found that Skinwalker Ranch didn’t allow visitors.

“That’s lame,” Chrissy said at the cafe they stopped in after seeing the “no trespassing” signs. “I really wanted to get a closer look at that one.”

A nearby local snorted. “It’s ‘cause they’re filming another season of that show right now. You just came at the wrong time.”

Robin sunk down in bench of their booth and crossed her arms with a pout. “That sucks.”

“There’s always Blind Frog Ranch,” the local suggested. “It’s near here, and you can even book tours.”

Eddie pulled out his phone and within minutes the girls and Eddie had booked a tour while Steve talked to the local. His name was Cary and he had lived in the area his whole life.

“Blind Frog isn’t as famous,” Cary told Steve, “but it’s still a pretty good haunt if you like that sort of thing.”

“Sounds right up our alley,” Steve agreed. “We’ve spent a good couple of days in Vegas at the Monster Museum and Museum of Illusions as well as a couple of others thrown in for fun.”

“You taking in as many sites as you can?”

Steve nodded. “We can do whatever we want as long as we are in Boston for our flight to Ireland in three weeks time.”

“You’re pretty slow going,” Cary said. “You’ve only made it through a third of the country.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, pulling out their map of places they wanted to see. “But we’re from the Midwest and are already familiar with those sites, so we’ll be breezing past those.”

Cary nodded. He pointed to a place on the map. “That there is Fall River. That’s where the Lizzy Borden house is. It’s a bed and breakfast. My niece stayed out there when she was in the state for Halloween in Salem.”

Steve circled it and put a little number on it and then made a note on the side what that was.

“Hey, Eds?” Steve called over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Be sure to book us in the Lizzy Borden B&B.”

Robin and Chrissy shared shocked but excited glances and they bent over Eddie’s phone yet again. This time for a B&B in Massachusetts.

Steve thanked Cary and went back to his table, map firmly in hand.

“Well,” Chrissy said brightly. “It wasn’t a complete wash.” She turned around to where Cary had been sitting to thank him but he had vanished.

~

The trip to Blind Frog was as fun as Cary said it was going to be. They asked around but there hadn’t been a Cary around town for a long time.

“Did–was he–he couldn’t have,” Eddie said, his eyes wide, “could he?”

“You’re asking me if there is a thing as ghosts?” Steve asked his hands on his hips. “Because if you are, we are going home this instant. If you can’t handle a friendly one, you aren’t going to fair well in Europe.”

Robin and Chrissy shared a glance and Robin crossed her arms. “And just how would you know?”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and looked down, pained. He looked upwards and nodded to himself as he fought to control his temper. Because even Eddie was looking confused.

“Did you people forget that I had wealthy parents that before I came out as bi,” he said tersely, “took me with them on vacations. Vacations to Europe, Cancun, The Bahamas, Australia?”

Chrissy raised her hand. “Like I didn’t know that. But probably should have guessed,” she explained as Eddie and Robin looked a tad chagrin and refused to look Steve in the eye.

“She’s excused.” He turned to his best friend and his boyfriend. “So what about you too?”

“Sorry, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “I guess I did forget that you’ve done this sort of thing before.”

“Yeah,” Robin said softly. “I was just thinking about travel in terms of before stardom and after. And before was when you met me and not, you know the previous eighteen years before that.”

“So are we okay with ghosties?” Steve asked, tilting his head forward and to the side.

All three of them nodded.

“Good,” he replied rubbing his hands together, “I hear the McCune Mansion in Salt Lake is extra haunted.”

~

They pulled up to the mansion and out front was a Mystery Machine, a 1967 Chevy Impala, and an Echo 1 in the parking lot.

Steve licked his lips slowly. “Uh, hey guys? How do we feel about skipping this one and moving on to the next one?”

“Baby,” Eddie cooed, “I’d be very grateful to you if you did just that.”

“We can still say we’ve been here,” Chrissy hedged from the back seat. “We just don’t have to go in.”

Robin sat in silence for a moment. “Whatever is happening inside that house is way above our level to handle. All in favor of moving to the next creepy thing say ‘aye’?”

Everyone said “Aye!” and Steve pulled slowly out of the parking lot.

They pulled into a pizza place just off the nearby university campus called The Pie for some really good pizza and great atmosphere. Eddie fell immediately in love with all weird decor and graffiti everywhere.

They were also amazed that everyone was in costumes of some sort.

“What’s going on?” Robin asked their waitress when she brought them the largest pizza they had ever seen in their lives.

“Local gaming convention this weekend,” she said. “I don’t know how they can stand the heat with all those layers. I would have passed out before noon.”

Eddie began to vibrate. “Guys, guys... can we go? Pleeaassse!”

Steve and Chrissy shared a glance. Eddie was sure to get recognized if they did.

“Fuck, yeah. Let’s go,” Robin said, slamming her hand on the table.

Steve jumped and looked her in the eye. She tilted her head to the side and smirked. He blinked, furrowing his brow. She wagged her eyebrows. He cocked his head to the side and tapped his lips thoughtfully. She leaned forward expectantly. He threw his arms up in the air in resignation.

“Yes!” Robin crowed. “I win!”

Chrissy blinked in confusion. “Was there a conversation in that? Because I must of have missed something if there was.”

“Soulmate telepathy,” Eddie explained solemnly. “It’s rare to see that pronounced though. Usually it’s more subtle.”

With a sigh Chrissy pulled out her phone and after a bit of searching and some phone tag was able to get ahold of convention management. “Yes, I’m a completely serious. I’m just giving you a head’s up because if a single fan tags his location you might get more fans at your convention than the fire marshals will allow.”

Eddie grimaced. “Oops. I forgot I was that level of famous.”

“So?” Robin huffed. “You should still be able to go out and have fun if you want to. Just pull your hair up in a ponytail and wear a hat and sunglasses. You can tell people you’re Bucky Barnes.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “If he’s Bucky, who does that make me? I’m not blond enough for Steve Rogers, though Chrissy could absolutely pull on ‘End Game’ Natasha.”

Chrissy bowed to the best of her ability sitting down. “Why thank you!”

“Robbie could be Carol Danvers!” Eddie crowed. “It’d be awesome!”

They started throwing out ideas like Tony Stark or Clint Barton, but none of them really fit Steve.

Then Robin hit on the perfect idea. “Hey, Steve, did you bring your glasses with you?”

“Yeah,” Steve said slowly. “I can’t wear my contacts when I get my migraines, why?”

Robin just grinned.

~

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[holylulusworld]

Let's hunt Nessie

Summary: You came for bones. Dean wants to go on a special hunt.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: fun, crack!fic

“Now that we have the dusty bones of good old Crowley, can we go sightseeing? I’ve never been to Scotland before.” You excitedly clap your hands, giddy to play tourist for one day. “Right, Sammy. You want to explore Scotland and its mysteries too.”

Sam nods. He found this old library, and he’d love to explore it some more. Dean insisted on getting Crowley’s bones as fast as possible and Sam didn't have much time to look at the books.

“We are going back to Lebanon. No detours.” Dean shakes his head. He’s done with Scotland, the left-hand traffic, and the piss (his words) they call beer. “I want beer, my baby, and to sleep for a fucking week after getting in an airplane twice!”

“But—” You pout and fake a sob. “I want to go and explore Scotland! Let’s visit Stonehenge, the National Museum of Scotland, and Loch Ness!” You count all the places you always want to visit in Scotland. “Maybe we'll see Nessie too!”

“Nessie?” Dean cocks a brow. He had heard that name before but forgot its origin. “What’s a Nessie?” The hunter puts Crowley’s bones in a pillowcase and huffs. “We don’t have time to try out a fancy ice cream or another cake monstrosity.”

“Dude,” you snort at Dean’s comment. “Did you never hear of the monster of Loch Ness before? It’s famous, Dean.”

Dean slowly turns his head to look at his brother. He furrows his brows, his mouth falling open.

“Sammy, why didn’t you tell me there’s a monster nearby? We are not on a vacation!” Dean walks toward the rented car, stopping in his tracks to curse. “Crap, we don’t have guns!”

“Dean!” You laugh when the hunter starts pacing back and forth. “DEAN!”

“Just a minute,” he says and raises his hand. “I have to find a weapon.” He turns back around and looks at Sam. “Wait! Sammy! Scotland has lots of castles, right?”

“Uh—sure.” Sam nods, unsure what his brother is up to. “Why are you asking?”

“Castles were protected by knights,” Dean hums to himself. “Knights had swords and battle axes.” His eyes grow wide, and he grins. “Oh! OH! Sonofabitch! They had ball and chain flails and morning stars too!”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at, Dean.” Sam rubs his tired eyes. “We should head out. I don’t want to get caught with Crowley’s bones in our hands.”

“No, no, Sammy! We have to find a castle first and get all the weapons,” Dean stops his brother from turning his back on the battle Dean wants to fight. “After we got the weapons, we are ready to fight that monster.”

You gape at Dean. So far, you believed he tried to make fun of you or crack a joke. But he seems to be adamant about hunting Nessie down. “Dean, you can’t hunt Nessie!”

“Why not?” He cocks his head. “It’s a monster. We hunt monsters. Do not try to stop me only because we are not residents of Scotland.”

You snort. Sam chuckles.

“What’s so funny, Sammy? Did you lose your mojo on the flight? Don’t you want to hunt a monster? I could use a good fight.” Dean cracks his knuckles and looks your way. “What about you, Y/N?”

“Dean, I never say no to a hunt, but,” you snicker and hold your stomach. “No one knows for sure if Nessie exists. It’s a mythos, a legend. Nothing else. You can’t hunt an enemy that doesn’t exist for real.”

“And we won’t break into a castle to steal antique weapons,” Sam sternly says. He points his index finger at Dean to stop him from arguing. “Let’s leave Nessie and its legend alone. If it’s going to cause trouble, we can always come back.”

Dean sighs and pouts. All he wanted was to hunt a monster down.

“Well, if you’re up to it,” you say, “we can visit the Scotch Whiskey Experience in Edinburgh.”

Dean’s eyes light up. He licks his lips and slowly nods. “You’re going to buy me the most expensive whiskey if you forbid me to hunt Nessie.”

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By god this WILL get posted today....

I swear I will get chapter 3 done today/tomorrow I'm just experiencing the Pains

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Eighteen

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,124

This is the last chapter from this little fic, I may write a sequel in the future, unlikely but maybe, it may not be the ending you wanted, but it's the ending you get and honestly I'm kinda happy with it. This fic deserved to be finished. Thank you all who read/liked all those good things <3

I held tightly onto the fur of Paul as we walked across the snowy field, I looked opposite us seeing the Volturi, they walked towards us almost in slow motion. I held onto Paul harder, I was probably hurting him, but he made so sound indicating I was. I was mesmerised by his wolf form usually, but today I was far too scared to feel that today. 

Both sets of crowds stopped walking, Carlisle started talking to Aro first. I had never see the Volturi before, they were terrifying but also incredibly beautiful. 

"Paul" I whisper to the wolf "If we die today, know I love you, so dearly, and I'm so happy for all the time we've had together" 

Paul made a small whine noise and he moved his wolf face to nuzzle his nose into my neck, I reached up and scratched his snout. I could feel all his love project into me, letting me know he was saying the exact same as what I had said. I rested my head slightly against his shoulder, and watched as Bella and Edward took Nessie over to Aro, I felt stressed, and worried, I loved that little girl more than anything, and seeing Edward and Bella, my brother and sister go closer to the all evil vampires stressed me out further. I wanted this to be over. Siobhan had wanted to go in our favour and I trusted her it would, but seeing all those red eyes look at us, it made me feel uneasy. 

I watched as the three main Volturi men spoke, they were deciding whether we were to live or die, as if that was a conversation, it was ridiculous, our lives meant more than a mere conversation. They were not happy with our team up with the wolves, I held Paul closer to me when I heard Aro mention something about wanting guard dogs. Over my dead body, he was mine. 

Aro then decided to wanted to speak to a few of our witnesses, I watched as he floated over to various members of our group, he walked past Paul and I, his eyes on the obvious grip I had on Paul. 

"You cling to that werewolf child, why?" He asks. 

"He imprinted on me, we're soulmates" I answer quickly as Paul growls. 

"How fascinating, our two races, mated. Another wonderous thing to add to our history" He spoke, I watched him with wide eyes, Paul stepped forward ever so slightly, putting his body in front of mine. Luckily Aro walked off, ready to speak to other members. 

And when I felt like all was lost, Alice and Jasper walked into the clearing, if I were human I'm sure my breath would of hitched. I watched as they walked towards the Volturi along with two vampires...no wait, one of them, their heart sounded like Nessie's. Another half breed? It must be... I watched as they spoke to the Volturi, and somehow, like it was a miracle, Aro decided that was that, we were no danger, and we were free to go, and within seconds the Volturi were gone. 

I turned to Paul, the excitement in his eyes matching in mine, I pressed my head forward resting my forehead against his fury snout. I smiled softly when I heard my family cheering. 

"We're safe, it's over, no more drama love" I whispered, I felt his love travel from his body into mine, fluttering around me making me feel the happiest I had ever felt. 

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I wiggled the key into the small beach apartment, Paul's hand was on my lower back as I walked in. 

"Babe, it's beautiful" He whispered, he lent forward pressing a small kiss the just behind my ear. I shivered softly and looked around the build. Esme of course had this built for me...and Paul. It was a sweet cottage that had a wrap around porch, and stairs that lead straight into the beach. She had this built during my time away from home, when Paul and I weren't talking, when I ran my small bookshop. Now I had my own library in this cottage, the living room had a built in fireplace, with beautiful pale blue built in bookcases, and a large couch in front of the fireplace. 

The couch was the perfect size for Paul and me to lay together cuddling, our favourite activity. Other then...we had slept together shortly after the Volturi had left, I was a bit nervous doing it before marriage, but then I realised, I wanted Paul forever, and I could have him forever, so why wait. Edward judged me a little for having sex before marriage but I soon shut him up by thinking of the act every time I was near him.

The last two rooms in the cottage were a bathroom with a large bath, I couldn't wait to spend hours upon hours in that room, the back wall above the bathtub was covered in naked shelves, which had jars and jars full of bath salts, bath bombs, all the things I could need for luxury baths. And then the other room, of course was the bedroom, now Paul would be the only one sleeping in here, so the bed was large and sturdy, probably a good thing seeing as a vampire and werewolf who had sex didn't need to hold back and be careful. 

It was a wonderful house, and it was perfect that I could spend my days with Paul, we didn't need a plan, and we'd survive without children, ultimately it wasn't something in our future. I had however found out I still had family alive, from my brother's line of course. I had a great niece times however many since my brother's first child, she and her husband lived together a few cities away with their two very young children. Paul wanted me to introduce myself, but ultimately that was something I'd probably never do. 

"Come join me" Paul's voice pulled me from my thoughts, he laid on the couch, looking comfortable, and perfect. I smirked and walked towards the couch, I was ready to lie on him carefully, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto him, I chuckled softly and kissed his jaw softly before snuggling into him, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. 

"Ready for the rest of our lives love?" He asks me, kissing the top of my head. 

"With you? My love, I cannot wait" I whisper back, resting my face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you, my little vampire" He whispers softly. I look up at him and smirk at the little nickname, before I answered "And I love you wolf boy"

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[torchflies]

You wrote that Jake is like a feral cat about offered help, but is he like a nesting mute swan or canada goose when it comes to his swamp chickens? And how do the Daggers find out just how protective Jake is of his kids?

Jake has two modes of operating with his swamp chickens. One is big brother Ness, who jokes around and messes with his swamp chickens the same way they do with him. His other is Nessie, who is basically Mom and Dad rolled into one. If he's in his parent mode, he will tear anything that messes with his kids to shreds and if they are hurt, nothing will keep him from going to get them. Jake says he can't wait to retire from being their parent one minute — that they're giving him grays and high blood pressure — but will happily take a bullet for them with zero prompting in the next.

Honestly, it's pretty evident the moment the Daggers meet them. Jake never takes his eyes off of them, he tracks them like a hawk. But one really big moment is when Mack gets chopped by his sister’s board while they're surfing in front of the Hard Deck and it’s DEEP.

So deep that the twins scream NESSIE! as loud as they can and Jake takes off mid-conversation with Ice and Mav. He's inside the bar, but the minute he hears that scream, he drops his bottle and clears a fucking table, he jumps the railing and hits the ground running.

He sweeps his twenty-year-old kid into his arms, races him up the beach and into his truck in two minutes flat. Then all it takes is a whistle for the rest of the swamp chickens to pile in and they tear-ass towards the hospital.

Mack is stitched up and sucking on a lollipop before Jake remembers that the squad was there, 😅 it takes them fifteen minutes to catch up.

THANK YOU NONNY! Your questions are fueling the next fic in the series. 🥹