#and god knows she’s needed it over her thirty five years

[doloridis]

the faith of the seven is the only thing that has been consistent in ali’s whole life so of course she is going to cling on tight to it

[rafesangelita]

rafe + breeding kink

warnings: singledad!rafe, older!rafe (maybe like late twenties-early thirties), nanny!reader, rafe’s son calls you mommy, fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and having kids, creampie

a/n: breeding kink was so heavily requested omg, i love everyone who left a req for this <3 i definitely went a little overboard lol

“well, that worked like a charm.” rafe smiled down at you and his son who was currently cuddled into your side. “i don’t want to move away from him.” you pouted, running your fingers through the little boy’s hair. you had been doing this weird thing to rafe’s heart everytime he saw you caring for his boy, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

despite having been rafe’s nanny for nearly three years now, you still found yourself getting flustered every time you caught him staring at you. whether it was you folding laundry, or bending over to dust the entertainment center, all those little things were starting to add up into something both of you wouldn’t be able to come back from.

“do you think we could talk?” rafe helped you up from his son’s race car bed, a worried expression overtaking his features. “yeah, of course, is everything alright?” you didn’t miss the way he kept your hand in his, leading both of you downstairs after closing the door to little ray’s room. “yes, i actually wanted to talk about my salary-” rafe was quick to cut in.

“throw me a number and you got it.” he dropped your hand, ushering you to take a seat next to him. you laughed softly, shaking your head. “no, i don’t want more pay; quite the opposite, really.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “you’re not quitting are you?” he heard his heart beating in his ears at your lack of response.

“no, god no!” you placed a hand on his arm, “i’ve been looking for another job because i don’t want to be paid for taking care of ray anymore..” you met his gaze, running your nails against his skin. “why?” rafe couldn’t wrap his head around your words, his eyes darting across your face.

“you know, i’ve been taking care of ray since he was two, and he’s going to be five next week.. i’ve grown so close to him.” you smiled. “caring for him, cooking for him, playing with him, loving him, it isn’t a job for me.” you didn’t realize you were crying until rafe wiped your cheek ever so gently. “you love him?” rafe’s voice was barely above a whisper, his own tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“i do, rafe. i love him so much.” you sniffled. “he called me mom the other day and i felt terrible ‘cause i bursted into tears on the spot, and he thought he made me sad but i was just overjoyed.” you laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “i want you to know that i’m not trying to take the place of his mother, i would never do that..”

rafe knew ray called you mom. it wasn’t too long ago that ray said, ‘mommy made my favorite pancakes!’ when rafe asked him about his day and made his heart damn near stop in his chest when he heard the word fall from his son’s lips. “you’re the closest thing he has to a mother. i don’t even know how to thank you for that.” he leaned in, embracing you tightly.

you two stayed like this for a couple moments before you pulled away, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “i called mrs. anderson to set up a playdate with ray and her son, and do you want to know what she said?” you stifled a laugh as rafe relaxed into the couch. “what?” he admired the way you lit up while talking about ray.

“she said that ray was a little more on the wild side and that it would be in her son’s best interest if they didn’t hang out anymore.” you watched as rafe shrugged. “that little nerd was too boring, anyways.” you gasped, slapping his chest playfully. “rafe!” you whispered, both of you covering your mouths to keep from being too loud.

he quieted down, sighing to himself before looking up at the ceiling, you following suit. “i do worry about that sometimes. i feel like ray needs more of a permanent friend, like a sibling..” he trailed off, glancing at you only to see you were looking at him already. “a sibling?” you raised your eyebrows. “how would you go about that?” you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the smidge of jealousy that settled in the pit of your stomach.

“want me to explain to you how babies are made?” rafe scooted closer, his arm draping over your shoulders. “no need, i’m well aware.” you waved him off. “yeah?” he guided you on top of his lap, both of you looking at each other with dark swirling in your eyes. “tell me, y/n, ‘you ever think about having little ones?” his large hands came up to rub against your thighs.

rafe felt as if he was approaching that line he’s been wanting to cross since the first time he interviewed you all those years ago. “yes.” you let out a shaky breath when you felt rafe’s fingertips move under your blouse. “you would make such a good mother, you’d want that wouldn’t you?” you cupped his face as his lips ghosted over your own.

you moaned once he finally kissed you, both of your clothes coming off before you could have enough time to think. “gonna fill you up and make you have my babies, yeah?” he laid you down on the soft cushions, running the head of his cock between your wet folds. “yes, please.” you mewled, eyes shining with lust as he took your chin between his thumb.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he covered your mouth, muffling the yelp that left your lips when he entered you slowly, your silky walls welcoming him inch by inch. his strokes were slow and full of intention, his arms caging you in while you two shared the kind of kisses that made your head spin. “been wanting you like this for so long.” he cursed under his breath.

you whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck as you trailed kisses across his jaw. the intimacy of having his body flush against yours wasn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced, your soft cries driving him on the brink of fucking you senseless. “oh, my god,” you clawed at his skin, making him hiss as he tugged at the roots of your hair to make you look up.

“i can see it already; all three of us going to the beach and rubbing on your round belly, all pretty and pregnant.” rafe picked up his pace, your hips now moving with his to meet his thrusts. “i want that so bad!” you nearly screamed when he started toying with your clit, both of you holding onto one another like your life depended on it.

“jesus, fuck-” his movements came to a halt before he placed your legs on his shoulders, leaning down until your thighs met the cushions underneath you. snaking an arm around your lower back, you gasped when he started lifting you up, fucking you onto his cock so he could reach deeper than before. “r-rafe!” your mouth fell open, eyes blinking slowly.

with one hand still rubbing your clit, and the head of his length continuously hitting your sweet spot, you found yourself approaching the edge of euphoria. rafe can tell by the way you were clenching around him that you were going to cum soon. “hold out a little longer for me, baby. ‘want you to cum when i fill you up.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, hips stuttering once the band in his stomach snapped.

burying his head in the curve of you neck, he moaned against your skin as he stilled, the head of his cock nudging your cervix. you felt the moment he finished, the hot ropes of his cum filling you to the hilt as your thighs started trembling. rafe clamped a hand over your mouth, whispering a ‘let me feel you cum around me.’ before you obliged, your orgasm hitting you in long waves of ecstasy.

you laid helplessly, trying your hardest not to scream at the intense feeling in your tummy, your eyes rolling back as he rubbed a soothing hand on your side. rafe helped you come down from your climax, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your body jolt with every stroke of his fingers against your skin. he stayed nestled inside of you, both of you embracing each other as your breathing slowed, sleep weighing heavy on your eyelids.

“you did so good for me, are you feeling okay?” you blinked up at him, a smile making its way to his lips when he saw the fucked out expression on your face. “mhmm, ‘don’t think i could get up though.” you hissed once he pulled out, watching as he slipped on his pants. “let’s get in the shower, you’re staying here.” he helped you up, putting his large button down over your shoulders.

rafe carried you upstairs, tiptoeing past ray’s room before both of you got in the shower, round two well underway. it wasn’t until you were laying rafe’s bed, adorned in one of his t-shirts that you two heard little ray’s voice outside the door. “daddy? can i come in?” rafe rubbed a reassuring hand on your arm, shouting a ‘yes, son!’ before ray strided inside, running up to you excitedly.

“can i sleep in here, pleaseee,” you embraced him, telling him yes before rafe could get the chance to tell him otherwise. “are you sleeping over?” the little boy peered up at you, wasting no time in settling under the comforter of rafe’s bed. you giggled, flashing rafe a look. “yes, i am.” ray looked over at his father, studying him for a minute.

you watched them have a silent conversation with their eyes, the scene making your heart melt. “goodnight, daddy,” he patted rafe’s chest, “..goodnight, mommy.” he pecked your cheek, the waterworks threatening to spill over at any moment. rafe reached over, taking your hand in his before he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “goodnight.”

[copperbadge]

[ID: Polk the tabby is curled up on the duvet, nose resting on her tail; both of her front paws are tucked over her nose, making it look like she's hiding her face.]

I've been doing NaClYoHo for five years now, and some years are more intensive than others; I think this will probably be a pretty lightweight year, not because I don't need to do a lot of tidying around here (I really...really need to clean all the floors) but because there's a current upper limit of what I'm capable of. Part of it is certainly, you know, the state of the world, but honestly much more of it is the fact that I have a fucking endless sinus infection.

I don't know why but sometime in my late thirties I started to get really bad sinus infections. I've made it through the pandemic without getting COVID once -- I'm actually enrolled in a COVID-resistance study -- and all the masking has been super helpful in preventing my normally-annual bronchitis. But god damn the sinus infections. They're not frequent, just incredibly durable. And while I'm not normally super congested, the tiredness and nausea make it hard to do things like bend over, use chemical products, or deal with anything even remotely gross. You know...cleaning.

I've been muscling through it but today I decided it was time to take a break, and I'm thinking I may need to recalibrate the rest of the month a little. So, seeing as I also have a pretty light workday, I'm spending my podcast cleaning time curled up with Polk on the bed. I have dinner with a friend this evening that I'm really excited about, so I'm conserving my energy for that, and for some weekend plans. As I say in the manifesto, self-care counts for our purposes here, so I'm taking advantage of that clause.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

No Such Thing As Monsters

Summary: Dean is injured on a hunt and at first glance, appears to be fine. Quickly though, the reader and Sam learn something far more serious is going on...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language, injury

“Dean,” you said, shaking on his shoulder, his eyes flashing open, fist tightening around his angel blade. “You’re okay. Sam took care of the ghoul. How’re you doing?”

“I feel like I just went through a wall,” he said, shakily getting to his feet, cocking his head at the damaged sheetrock in front of him. “Looks like I did.”

“You sure you okay?” you asked, his head nodding. “Sam’s driving us home, just in case.”

“No arguments from me,” he said, giving Sam a nod when he showed up, following his brother the few blocks over to where you’d parked Baby. Dean grabbed the passenger door, slamming his hand on the roof.

“Dean...” said Sam. Dean scrunched up his face, placing a hand on his head. “Dean.”

“Take me to a hospital,” gritted out Dean, your eyes wide. “Now.”

“What’s wrong?” you said, shoving him in the backseat instead, climbing in beside him as Sam started gunning it for the closest one.

“My head. Something’s wrong. I don’t...just hurry.”

Eight Hours Later

Your excuse of Dean taking a hard fall worked with the doctors but you and Sam were staring at one another after finally getting to see Dean again.

“Let’s talk outside,” said the neurologist, Dean giving you a smile as you followed her out.

“What is wrong with my brother, Sally?” asked Sam the second the door to Dean’s room was shut. 

“Retrograde amnesia as far as I can tell. He remembers certain things like his name, date of birth, address when he was a child. You’re lucky I was on call tonight to take his case. Neuro patients are hard enough, especially one’s that are hunters and have to lie about everything,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Sally, amnesia...isn’t that supposed to fade after a few hours at most?” asked Sam.

“Normally,” she said, taking a deep breath. “My best guess is a combination of lasting amnesia which will be hard to recover from but we can help him...and then he’s repressing all the hunting without realizing. You guys have seen some serious crap I’m sure he’d rather forget.”

“What do you mean repressing?” you asked. 

“I mean, Dean thinks monsters are made up, creatures from stories. He doesn’t know they’re real,” she said. You raised an eyebrow, Sam shaking his head. “He doesn’t remember the ghoul, he doesn’t remember the Vamp you guys took care of for me years ago. Monsters aren’t real to him,” said Sally.

“He’s known monsters were real his whole life,” said Sam.

“Technically, since he was four, almost five,” said Sally. “There was a time when he didn’t think any of this was real so it is possible.”

“You’re telling me Dean thinks he’s five?” you said. “He’s in his thirties.”

“He doesn’t think he’s five. He just doesn’t remember certain things. Like he understands basic long term memories, who his parents are, who Sam is...more recent things he’s blocked out,” she said. “Either by choice or because he really can’t remember.”

“Does he remember me? I only started running with the guys about five years ago,” you said.

“He knows your name and that he loves you but that’s about it. The details are all fuzzy for him. Now Dean’s not exactly what I’d call a normal patient. He’ll get thrown in an institute if he starts remembering here in a hospital and God knows what’ll happen to him in there,” she said.

“What do we do then?” asked Sam, Sally sighing and grabbing a chart from the nurses station.

“He has no bleeding in his head, just a few minor cuts and bruises from his tussle. Take him home, try to get him to remember. Any problems and you guys call me. I’ll get you some materials that help sometimes,” she said.

“What if he doesn’t remember?” said Sam.

“Then he doesn’t. Either way, you need to be there for him. You guys gotta get going. The other neurologist starts his shift in an hour and he’s going to want to look at Dean if he’s still here.”

Dean was quiet on the way home, sitting in the backseat, leaning against the backdoor as he stared out the window. Sam simply went through the motions, making him dinner, sending him to bed after checking his bandages, Dean wearing a confused but happy smile the whole time. 

“Y/N,” said Sam, catching you sipping on a drink the library, stealing the bottle to pour himself some.

“What are we going to do Sam?” you asked. “He’s...”

“Do you remember when I saved you from that fire? You promised you’d do anything I wanted. Anything. I told you maybe someday I’d take you up on it. We both know I was never going to but this...I’m cashing that favor in, Y/N,” he said, taking a long swig.

“Using a spell to get his memories back might be dangerous, Sam,” you said, earning a head shake.

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about the fact that my big brother thinks the world is normal. The weight of it isn’t on his shoulders anymore. He’s so light and happy. You’re gonna pack up his stuff, pack up your stuff, and you’re going to take him to a little cabin that used to be Bobby’s. It’s not that far out in the boonies so you’ll have electricity and internet and then...you’re gonna help him get a job, get a job yourself and you two are going to get the hell out of this life,” he said.

“Sam that is not-”

“You’re doing this. If something comes after you, you can protect him. Try it for me. If he starts to remember on his own, come back but please, give it a try.”

Two Days Later

“I thought we lived at the bunker place?” asked Dean, sitting down at your new kitchen table, watching you whip up an easy dinner. 

“We live here now,” you said, stirring the pot, taking a deep breath. 

“What do we do now?” he asked with a smile. “Do I go to work?”

“We’ll find you a new job,” you said, Dean pursing his lips. “What is it Dean?”

“You’re not happy,” he said. “I want to fix it but I don’t remember how to do that.”

“We both have to get used to this new life,” you said, giving him a nod. “We will. I don’t want you to worry about me, Dean.”

“I love you though. Of course I worry about you,” he said with a smirk.

“You don’t even remember my birthday,” you said with a smile.

“I guess I get to learn everything I love about you all over again then,” he said. “I do know I love you. I definitely remember that.”

“I love you too Dean. Every version of you. We’ll get through this too.”

[fastlikealambo]

The third wife of rhaenyra targaryen.|| rhaenyra targaryen x black!fem reader

In the five years since Queen Rhaenyra The Conqueror, Bringer of New Valyria, triumphed over the usurper without losing a single dragon, the realm is at peace. Having no need of husbands and taking two other wives, Queen Alicent and Queen Mysaria, the dragon queen is in need of a third and final wife to rule the seven kingdoms at her side.

You were just a girl from nowhere, watching the sky fill with dragons at peace, destined to be a scullery maid in a vicious household and the future wife of a ratcatcher until fate and blood decide your future for you. 

History will remember Rhaenyra Targaryen as the great unifier, the second coming of Visenya Targaryen who brought another golden age of dragons out of war. But they will sing songs of you, the smallfolk who ascended to fire and blood as the queen’s favorite, the one they tried to kill so many times, the third wife of rhaenyra targaryen.

Some notes: Aegon, Aemond, and Daemon are dead but their dragons were saved, and Otto Hightower and Criston Cole spontaneously combusted, I don’t know what to tell yall. Luke lived, Jace lived, Helaena lived, Jaehaerys lived, Baela and Rhaena are happy goddammit.  During the short war, Rhaenyra married Mysaria and one year after the dance of dragons ended, she also married Alicent.

Some other notes: This is dark and I drew some inspiration from Cinderella and Hurrem Sultan (the fictional representation of her from the show's magnificent century but nobody I know watches that show). Rhaenyra is in her thirties and reader is in her twenties. 

Trigger warnings for violence, murder, abuse. MINORS DNI

Chapter One.

Chapter Two: All that you are is transformed.

 “I wish to be anointed.”

   “Anointed?” 

The question did not come from Princess Rhaenys but from Queen Rhaenyra herself, who sat forward on the throne. You dared to allow your eyes to meet hers and her gaze, though formidable, was not cold, simply curious. 

  “I’m smallfolk, Your Grace.  I do not carry the rank or protection of a house, everything you see before you is all that I am. To be by your side would be a blessing, not only to me, but to those who serve you, to all smallfolk. Anoint me, Your Grace, and you anoint yourself.”

Where in all the gods did that come from?

Didn’t matter.

    “Shall we continue on, Your Grace?” Rhaenys asked but Queen Rhaenyra lifted her hand and beckoned you closer.

 You forced one foot in front of the other until you were in front of the dragon queen, your face reflecting in the famed sword Dark Sister, the queen rested one hand on its hilt, the other was outstretched to you.

No, you would not go back to mending dresses and waiting for good bread. You would not die today, not tomorrow, nor the next day.

 You bowed before Rhaenyra and her hand found your cheek, a calloused thumb brushed away your tears. 

   “You believe yourself capable to rule next to me? To forsake all that you have known, all that you are, to be mine and only mine, my lady?”

No one had called you their lady before, much less a lady.

   For your mother, for yourself, you took Rhaenyra’s hand that held your face and put it over your heart.

     “All I ask is for my mother to be safe and never know hunger again. With that I’m yours, Your Grace.”

  You released the queen, only then remembering there were other people in the throne room.

Perhaps you had overestimated yourself, you should have been more demure,curtsied better. Perhaps if you told the truth, confessed that you were wearing a dress stolen from the back of a noble lady you murdered, the queen would show you mercy.

There was no going back now.

Queen Rhaenyra stood and you curtsied again, a sudden storm of fear sweeping over you that calmed when Rhaenyra bent forward and put her lips on your forehead, each cheek,and lastly your lips. 

To know the mouth of the dragon queen was to know The Gods themselves.

  “Send the rest away, I have chosen. “ Rhaeyra ordered and took your hand in hers.

    “I believe the gods have brought you to me for a reason and you will be safe here. Come, we will get you settled in and then I will introduce you to my wives.” Queen Rhaenyra said and suddenly you felt dizzy.

Was this really happening?

Had your fate truly been transformed?

As you two took your leave, a crowd entered the throne room, the not chosen ladies clambering to see who was chosen.

 You spotted your former employer’s daughters and watched their eyes widen at the sight of you on the queen’s arm. They pushed and shoved their way to the front, shrieking.

  “Do you know them?” Princess Rhaenys asked, studying you for a moment.

You made complete and total eye contact with both girls before letting the Queen lead you on.

  “No, I do not believe I do.”

Just a little something to tide you over! Hope you liked it!

@asvterias

@nxcxllxsevens

@newcaptainofsquad9

[leclercss]

Tainted Love, Part 1 (Charles Leclerc)

Masterlist

plot: in an attempt to fix your marriage, you've reluctantly agreed into being in an open relationship with your husband. so far, it's only been your husband that has taken advantage of your recent arrangement until one night out you meet a man who makes you begin to question your marriage.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating and some swearing

authors note: this is based on a story that i was writing in my spare time but thought it would be interesting to use Charles and a couple of other drivers as characters instead. so Charles is used as a character inspo rather than it including his life as an f1 driver. would love to hear your thoughts and if you'd be open for a part 2. i'm thinking of making this a longer fic.

word count: 4.8k

"[Y/N!]”

You don't really hear your name being called at first. You've been stuck in your own thoughts for the last five minutes, staring at nothing in particular.

"[Y/N]!" It's a little louder this time but still not enough to knock you out of the deep trance you've found yourself in. It's only when you get an elbow into your side and the champagne that's in your hand falls onto your lap that you finally snap out of it.

"Shit!' you squeal as you look down at the champagne that now soaks the bottom of your dress.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry," the girl beside you laughs, "We've been trying to your attention for the last minute."

You look up at her, eyebrows furrowed. You can't remember her name. Was it Bethany? Stephanie? You didn't care, to be honest. It didn't really matter anyway; she wasn't your friend. You were only here as you were roped into pre-drinks before a girls' night out by your best friend, who was the only person you know here.

"It's fine, I was totally out of it," you mumble as you reach out for a napkin to dry the bottom of your dress.

"No shit," you hear a familiar voice say with a hint of smugness. You look across the table and see your best friend Whitney holding back a smirk. "You're on your fourth glass of champagne. I'd be out of it too if I was drinking as quickly as you've been".

You chuckle half-heartedly. Laughing it off as if it was the bottle of Moet that you mostly managed to get through on your own which caused you to be zoned out for so long. Not the fact that you’ve been replaying the arguments that you’ve been having with your husband over the last few weeks in your head. Nor the fact that you’ve been thinking about your shambles of a marriage.

As Whitney takes her attention off you to start cleaning up the mess, you let out a little sigh to yourself and go back to your previous thoughts.

How had your marriage gotten to this point?

You had been so in love with your husband when you first met. In fact, he’d been the only person you had ever been in love with. There was a ten-year age gap between the two of you but that hadn’t stopped you both falling for each other so quickly. He was one of the first people you had gotten to know when you first moved to London six years ago. You’d met on a night out about three months after moving to the city. The physical attraction was instant but that blossomed into something much deeper and within two years you had gotten married. He was your rock, your entire world. And maybe that was a bit of a risk for a girl, who at that point was in her early twenties, to depend on somebody so much and so quickly.

You had a few sceptics when it came to your relationship back in the early days. A few friends from back home had told you it was just a whirlwind romance with a hot older guy. Your mother had been unsure about the age gap. What would a girl in her early twenties need from a man in his early thirties? And what would a man in his early thirties need from a woman in her early twenties?

Your brother had joked that it was probably daddy issues.

You married him anyway. And the first two years of marriage had been bliss. Until about eighteen months ago when things had started to change.  Your husband spent more time away from home (he said it was work related), the sex had become less regular (not by a lack of trying on your part) and you slowly started to feel like a spare part in your marriage.

You started to have a feeling that someone else was now involved in your marriage. And that feeling was unofficially confirmed to you when your husband had brought up the possibility of having an open relationship - basically, he could fuck whoever he wanted, and you couldn’t (and wouldn’t) complain about it. You reluctantly agreed. You loved your husband, and you were willing to make this sacrifice if it means that you could start to repair your marriage. But you were so wrong.

Deep down you knew that you were never going to leave him. And your husband knew that too. Six months into your “open relationship” and your husband had been taking full advantage of the arrangement. Meanwhile, you took the opposite approach and hadn’t slept with anyone outside of your marriage. Despite that, your jealousy grew towards your husbands’ new partners and your loyalty was wearing thin. You had initially been quiet about your doubts when it came to your arrangement. But lately you had been more vocal to your husband about your feelings. Of course, he dismissed those feelings. That’s why you were arguing lately. He had told you that it was something you both needed in your marriage, you guys were too dependent on one other. You told him that you should be enough for him, you didn’t need other people to fill whatever void he was feeling. But you were beginning to realise that maybe you weren’t enough for him.

“Oi! Snap out of it. I’ve poured you another glass. But you better drink it quickly. And fix your dress because the Uber is getting here in ten minutes,” Whitney scolds as she shoves the champagne glass back into your hand.

“Thanks, Whit.” You can’t help but smile at her. Apart from your husband, Whitney had been your only other source of love and stability during your years in London. And that was why she had dragged you out tonight to pull you out of your recent misery.

“You know what you need? A girl’s night out! And before you roll your eyes and tell me how you’re officially too old for clubbing, we’re going out. You need to spend time with someone else other than him. And it’s been so long since you’ve been shitfaced,” is what Whitney had said when you had told her that you and your husband had been arguing more and more these days. You still hadn’t told her about the open marriage thing. She’d never forgive you for agreeing to it.

You flash her a smile before downing your last glass of champagne. Despite your hesitation, maybe a girls’ night out was what you needed.

-

“To getting shitfaced!” you yell before throwing the hard liquor down your throat. You try not to gag as you slam the empty shot glass down on the bar. Despite your previous doubts of this girl’s night out, you had been having a good time. It wasn’t your usual scene, but you had made an effort to join in and found yourself in a tipsy but playful mood.

“Come on, Stephanie has found a group of hot guys who’ve got a table,” Whitney shouts in your ear. You look at her and giggle, “Seriously?”

“Seriously! Now come on, I think they’re French.”

You allow yourself to be dragged over to the table where the other girls were mingling and flirting with a group of guys. You take a quick glance; they look about two or three years younger than you. Not your type (there was no harm in looking) but they were definitely good-looking.

“This is my friend Whitney, she’s single by the way. And this is her friend, [Y/N},” you hear Stephanie tell them. “But she’s married”.

One of the guys looks at you and lets out a laugh, “What a shame. Lucky guy”. You try to fake a smile at his remark, but your mind momentarily flashes back to your husband.

Rather than trying to come up with a response, you look around the table for something to drink. “Who’s up for some shots?” you ask before grabbing whatever alcohol you can find on the table. God, the hangover is going to be deadly tomorrow.

Just as you’re about to pour yourself something, you feel someone lean over to place a tray of Jager bombs on the table in front of you. “Did someone say shots?” he shouts before being met with a round of cheers. Before you have a chance to look up, the guy has sat down beside you. He leans over and whispers in your ear, “Weren’t you just doing tequila at the bar?” His breath is hot in your ear, his accent even hotter.

“Didn’t know there was a limit to how many shots a girl could have,” you tease, your playful mood apparent.

As you turn to face him, you’re met with a pair of piercing green eyes staring back at you. Fuck, they’re gorgeous. He’s said something to you but you’re too busy staring into his eyes that’s you have no idea what he’s said to you. “Huh?”

You only break eye contact with him as you notice his eyes start to scan your face, most notably he’s looking at your lips before lowering his eyes towards your cleavage. His eyes stay there for a moment before he’s looking into your eyes again. A knot begins to tie in your stomach.

You feel yourself starting to blush at the intense eye contact when you see his mouth start to move again. You really have no clue what he’s said this time.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He chuckles. He quickly scans your face again, smirk still intact, before leaning over to your ear once more. “I said, there’s no limit as long as it doesn’t stop me dancing with you later.”

As he leans back, you can’t help but admire his face. He has a light amount of facial hair, making his somewhat boyish face slightly more mature and handsome. You notice his dimples as he continues to smirk at you before taking a not-so-subtle glance at his lips. As you look back up at his eyes, you realised your staring is painfully obvious.

He leans over you and grabs two glasses from the tray of shots, handing you one. His eyes are back on yours again as he clinks his glass against yours, “Cheers!” You down the shot, wincing in the process before slamming the glass back on the table. “That was disgusting,” you groan before letting out a giggle.

You look back at the Frenchman who’s smiling at you. “Now I’ve gotten you a drink, are you going to tell me your name?” he asks. As he does so, he leans in slightly, so his face is a little closer to yours.

“It’s [Y/N],” you reply. “And yours?”

But before he has a chance to respond, the guy sitting behind your drinking companion leans over and chuckles, “Leave the girl alone, Charles. She’s married,” before turning back to his previous conversation. The beautiful man in front of you, who you’re assuming is Charles, looks back at you. “Married, huh?” He doesn’t look phased.

You nod. “And he’s not with you tonight?”

“No, it’s girls’ night. No husbands or boyfriends allowed,” you reply.

“And what other rules do you have on these girls’ nights?”

“Get as drunk as humanly possible with a group of hot guys.”

-

You’ve spent quite a while talking to Charles. He’s still flirting with you, lightly pushing the boundaries of “I know you’re married”. You’ve learned he’s from Monaco, not France. And he’s been living in London for about a year with a group of his friends from back home. He’s single (you’re not entirely sure how when he looks like that) and he’s better at handling his alcohol than you are.

You’ve spent a short amount of time getting to know some of his friends. His best friend Joris has been getting cosy with Whitney. You didn’t even get a chance to learn one guy’s name before he had started making out with Stephanie. The others you’re too drunk to remember they’re even here. However, your attention always falls back on Charles. And his attention always falls back on you.

You hadn’t even spared a thought about your husband until you saw your phone light up. First you notice your phone background, a picture of you and your husband kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower (and you’re aware that Charles is looking at your phone too). Then his name pops up on your screen. You glance at the message through your alcohol-blurred vision. It says something along the lines of how your night was going and if you were coming back home tonight. You roll eyes before swiping away the message.

“Husband?” Charles asks you. His finger has been tracing your knee for the last few minutes. You nod, trying to push the face of your husband to the back of your mind.

“Yeah, nothing important.”

Charles smiles at you. “How long have you two been married?”

“Four years, together for six.”

“Six years, you must have been late teens when you got together right?” you think it’s his attempt of saying you look good for your late twenties (as if that’s old). But it works on you momentarily, or it’s the fact that the finger tracing your leg has now turned into a hand.

“Well, I was twenty-one. He’s ten years older,” you tell him.

“And how’s that going? Is he okay with these girls’ nights out?”

You’re not sure why he’s quizzing you. It’s probably because of the face you pulled when you saw your husband’s name pop up on your screen. Or the fact that you haven’t mentioned him once all night. Most girls Charles has come across quickly name-drop their partner into conversations quite quickly if they aren’t interested but not you. Your body language has changed since the mention of your husband. And you’ve only been giving short answers when being questioned about him which tells Charles that your husband may be the reason you’re here tonight.

“He has his nights out, I have mine,” you lie before having a quick look around the table. “I’m not here to talk about married life.”

You momentarily look back to Charles who seems a bit taken back by your bluntness before looking back across at Whitney who’s no longer being occupied by Joris. “Whitney, can we go dancing?”

“Let’s do it!”

You stand up from your seat and look down at Charles. “I’m going to go dance. Whenever you want to do another shot come grab me,” you tell him before Whitney takes your arm and leads you to the dance floor. You feel a bit rude for ending your conversation with Charles so abruptly. But you weren’t here to spend the night talking about a man you’re trying to avoid.

-

Swaying your hips to the music and dancing with your best friend was exactly what you needed. The alcohol was well and truly coursing through your body at this point and it gave you the confidence you needed to feel sexy on the dancefloor. You weren’t a bad dancer by any means, but the numerous shots and glasses of champagne were a big help.

Whitney had reunited with Joris on the dancefloor, grinding and making out with one another. You didn’t mind dancing on your own. You were lost in the rhythm of the music, attracting some bystanders who you subtly moved away from when they got too close.

That was until you felt someone place their arm around your waist from behind. The hand felt familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it until you felt a mouth press against your ear. “You were looking a little lonely, thought I’d come and join you.”

You could get used to that voice whispering in your ear.

You look up at him and smile, “How thoughtful of you, Charles.” You were a little too drunk to care about the fact that his other hand found itself around your waist, pulling your body towards gently towards him. Mostly because you were enjoying it.

You felt his torso press against your back, and you leaned against his body as his hips joined yours in swaying to the music. As the both of you found your rhythm, you pressed your ass against his crotch and grinded a little harder on him. Truly letting yourself get lost in the moment with him. You think you hear Whitney cheer at the sight in front of her, but your only focus is on your movements against Charles. You feel one of his hands slide from your waist towards your ass, squeezing it a little before running it back up your waist to just below your breasts.

Fuck, that felt good.

You lean the back of your head against Charles’ chest and peer up at him through your lashes. He’s looking down at you and slowly moves his face towards yours, hips still moving in synchronisation. You look into his eyes, his attention fully on you before you take a quick glance at his lips. They’re slightly parted and if you didn’t have a slight nagging voice in the back of your head you totally would have kissed him. You’re suddenly nervous, you haven’t felt like this with a guy since you first met your husband. It’s new territory but it excites you. Is this why your husband wanted an open relationship? For the thrill and excitement of being so close and almost intimate with someone that wasn’t you?

Charles notices that you’ve gotten lost in your thoughts but wants your attention back on him. He lifts your chin with his thumb, so your face is closer to his and mimics your actions from a few moments ago – looking into your eyes before looking at your lips. You can feel his breath hitting your face and so you lick your lips. If he wants to kiss you, he’s going to have to make the first move.

He senses this and leans in; your parted lips meet his. You’re not sure if it’s nerves but it’s almost like you’ve forgotten how to kiss. The feeling of Charles’ lips against yours has caused all thoughts and logic to leave your body. You’re thankful that he takes the initiative once again and starts to move his lips against yours. You find your momentum again as your place one of your arms behind your head and place your hands on Charles’ cheek, your back still firmly pressed against his torso. As you continue to kiss, you notice that his crotch is still placed firmly against your ass, the bulge in his pants is slightly harder this time and it causes you to feel a slight tingle in your underwear.

As your kiss becomes more passionate, Charles turns you around so you’re face to face. He cups your cheeks with one of his hands, his thumb firmly under your chin and he reconnects your lips together. This time he slips his tongue into your mouth, and it begins to move against yours. The tingly sensation in your underwear is back again and it causes you to moan against Charles mouth. You can feel him smile against your lips, but it doesn’t stop him, it only encourages him to deepen this kiss even further. It’s like you’re the only two people in the room. Your body is tightly pressed against his, slowly tracing his chest with your fingers while Charles’ hands are covering as much body surface as possible. The hand that was cupping your cheek is now on your breast, his thumb grazing over the area where your nipple is. You’re not wearing a bra, so your nipple hardens at his touch, causing him to smile into your kiss once again. His other hand is very low on your back, his fingers spread across the top of your bum.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been kissing for, it could be thirty seconds or thirty minutes but you don’t want to stop. One of your hands finds its way into his silky brown hair and you tug on it lightly. In retaliation, he squeezes one your bum cheeks. This time you’re the one smiling against his lips.

After what feels like an eternity, you both part from the kiss. Your eyes meet his and it feels like you’re in a trance with him. All you can do is just look at him, only him. You’re not sure how long you’ve been standing like this, your hands on his chests, his on your waist. Once again, it’s Charles that takes the initiative but this time in conversation.

He leans down to your ear, your body lightly pressed against his. “Do you want to come back with me tonight?” He leans his head back slightly to gage your reaction. You quickly lick your lips. Your body is telling you to say yes – the tingle in your underwear is only getting bigger. But your head is pounding and you’re not able to open your mouth. The only thing you can do is move and so you move one of your hands from his chest up to Charles’ cheek, your thumb slow soothing the soft skin beneath you.

He's still waiting for an answer. His green eyes staring into yours.

As you finally muster up the courage to speak you feel you feel a strange hand placed on your shoulder. You jump slightly at the sudden touch of contact which clearly isn’t from Charles and turn your head into the direction it came from. Stephanie, the queen of impeccable timing, is smiling at you. She’s saying something to you but you’re not really paying attention.

Only until she starts waving your phone in front of your face do you realise what she’s saying. You thank her before taking your phone and looking at the screen.

It’s your husband. Out of all the nights he could have given you attention, it had to be tonight. You quickly look at your phone and see a missed call accompanied by three or four more unread texts. From a quick glance, you see he’s a bit concerned that you hadn’t responded to his previous message telling him what time you’d been home. He’d never usually ask so it’s a bit baffling to you why he’d suddenly care now. Then again, it’s the first “girls’ night” you’d gone out to in about two years. And you remembered the arguments you guys had been having for the past few weeks and the way you stormed out of the flat this morning.

And what you didn’t realise is that he had seen you pack one of your more revealing dresses in anger when you told him you were going out with Whitney and a few of her girlfriends tonight.

He was worried. Not about you. But about what you might be doing.

“Is everything okay?” Charles voice brings you back to reality and you look up at him for the first time since Stephanie had given you your phone. You hope he hasn’t seen you gulp but he has. He notices a flicker of hesitation in your eyes.

You nod and smile at him, but he’s not convinced. Your husband’s messages have brought you back to reality and your body language has become closed off. You’re no longer touching Charles. He removes his hands from your waist and you’re both left standing there awkwardly on the dancefloor.

You open your mouth to say something but at first nothing comes out. You let out a deep breath before you finally allow yourself to speak, “I can’t. I’m… I’m married, Charles.” He breaks eye contact with you and place his hands into his jean pockets. He’s nodding but doesn’t really say anything.

You both stand there awkwardly for a few moments before you speak again, “I think I need to go. I’m sorry, Charles”. You lean up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. His posture softens a little bit, but he’s disappointed.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says. It sounds a little deflated and you can’t help but feel guilty. Moments before Stephanie had handed you your phone, you would have easily said yes to anything Charles would have asked you but now you find yourself in a weird mindset. You’re curious and you want to know what going home with him feels like, but your husbands’ messages are now imprinted in your brain. And so, you take the easier option which is to go home to your husband and be the loyal wife you’ve talked yourself into being for the last eighteen months.

“Have a good night, Charles,” you say softly before flashing a sympathetic smile. You turn away to leave the dancefloor when you feel Charles’ hand wrap around your arm. He tugs you back towards him and grabs your phone out of your hand. He gestures for you to put in your pin, and you oblige. He takes your phone once again and taps away on the keyboard before handing your phone back to you. You look at your screen to see he’s put his number into your phone.

“For whenever you need another “girls’ night”,” he whispers into your ear before letting you leave.

You quickly search for Whitney to let her know that you’re leaving before ordering an Uber home. As you hug Whitney goodbye, she leans in and whispers, “I hope you had fun tonight. I won’t say anything”. And you know she’s referring to the kiss that you’ve shared with Charles not so long ago. You thank her before making your way out of the club and getting into the Uber which arrives a few minutes later.

-

You rest your head against the window as you the Uber takes you through the busy London streets. You can’t help but feel disappointed with how your night ended and your mind flashes back to the look on Charles’ face when you told him you were leaving. A part of you wishing you had stayed.

You let out a little sigh and shut your eyes, pushing the image of Charles and the feeling of his lips against yours to the back of your head before opening your eyes again. Your phone lights up, catching your attention and you see a text from Whitney asking if you had made it home yet. You scroll down a little further on your notifications to see the unread text messages and missed calls from your husband.

You unlock your phone and start to type up your replies.

The first text.

Whitney: Just in the Uber now, be home in 20 x

The second text.

Lewis ♥: Staying at Whitney’s tonight. I’ll be home before noon tomorrow. Love you xx

You close your conversation with your husband and click on the + icon to open a new message. You let out another sigh before you begin typing the message.

To Charles: Hey, it’s [Y/N]. We didn’t get to finish our dance, mind if I come to yours? X

Your thumb hovers over the send button. You’ve typed your message, now all you have to do is send the it. Shit! You’re such a coward. You tell yourself that if you count to five you’ll send the message. Okay…

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

Sent.

You quickly lock your phone out of embarrassment and throw it onto the seat beside you. Shit, why did you just do that? You refuse to look at your phone and tell yourself it was a dumb idea to message Charles. You just need to get home, get to bed and pretend like it never happened.

It’s about fifteen or so minutes later and you’re only a few streets away from your apartment. You’ve told yourself not to look at your phone but at the same time you’re curious to see if Charles has responded.

You pick up your phone quickly and see a couple of texts.

First from Whitney:

Text me when you’re in. Love you! Thanks so much for a great night xxx

Then from your husband:

Okay, text me if you need me to pick you up in the morning. Night, love you x

But it’s the third message that piques your interest the most. From Charles:

You changed your mind? We’re on the way home now. Here’s my address if you’re still up for it? X

You can’t help but smile to yourself. As the Uber driver pulls up outside of your apartment building, you look up towards your apartment window, the curtains are closed but a flicker of light is breaking out from the lamp on inside. Knowing Lewis is awake prompts you to make your next decision and you hand your phone to the Uber driver.

“Sorry, I need to go to this address instead”.

The Uber drive grunts at you but he begrudgingly types in the new address before pulling off. You can’t help but smile to yourself as he drives away from your building , and you let out a little giggle as excitement starts to course through your body. That tingly sensation is back as you type your next text:

Charles: I’m on my way x

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Because of all the AU’s, I finally decided to do more of an updated version. Little bits of descriptions for most of them, too:

—

Swap AU: Hoping to both distract and cheer herself up from recent events, Cassie makes her way to the Mega Pizzaplex, located not too far away.

Except, when she’s suddenly trapped in the building, she’s quick to discover that there’s something up with Roxy and the rest of the animatronics.

However, it seems as if she may have a chance—thanks to a mysterious rabbit lady, and another, stranger rabbit, which she cannot understand.

—

Fantasy Springtrap AU: Suddenly cursed by his closest friend, and thought to be the one for the ‘deaths’ by everyone else, Springtrap finds himself going on a quest.

Find the five, turn them back to normal. Prove his innocence. Track down Henry. Retrieve his sons. Keep Elizabeth safe. Remove the curse.

It... sure is a lot, he knows.

—

Imaginary Springtrap AU: One day, her father was still around. The next, it was as if he disappeared out of thin air.

With her true father gone, but hoping for his return, Elizabeth finds herself creating a familiar rabbit, who brings her comfort.

She just hopes he won’t disappear, too.

—

Science Experiment Springtrap AU: Created by humans, and held in a facility for over thirty years, the rabbit creature finally made his escape.

Except... the problems? He was unable to break the other three (Michael, Elizabeth, Evan) out, and finds himself injured.

But that’s where Y/N—a human(?) comes into play.

—

FNaF AU/Own Take: Not much to say with this one. It is what it sounds like, and there’s a lot. Just my own version/spin of the FNaF series as a whole.

—

Infection Springtrap AU: Alone for over thirty years, Springtrap finally finds himself able to escape the saferoom. Yet, something seems... wrong.

Something is able to affect both humans and animatronics. It isn’t before long that he reunites with his daughter. But, there’s another problem.

He needs to save her.

—

Mythology AU: While not a full plot, many characters are gods/goddesses/etc, and there are a lot of shenanigans going on.

Glamrock Freddy, after hearing Gregory, is helping him as the god of protection, while searching for Glamrock Bonnie.

Springtrap, after finally becoming a deity, is doing a lot.

Etc.

—

Rabbit Restoration Project: Y/N doesn’t have much knowledge about Freddy’s, including the recent attraction. They’re more focused on restoring things.

And the old, broken, rabbit animatronic that they just found? Not that far from the destroyed attraction? It would certainly make for something interesting to repair.

Yet, perhaps there’s much more to the rabbit...

—

Puppet & Robo-Charlie AU: After so long of wandering, upon meeting a young girl, the spirit has a lot of questions for her father.

As Puppet, and the younger robotic version of herself, wander, and learn the truth together, it seems as if someone is giving chase.

Henry has to make one rest. He has to shut the other off.

—

Glamrock Freddy & Lefty Duo AU: Possessing the newest Freddy model, Henry is thrown into a mission of protecting a boy named Gregory from the threats within the Pizzaplex.

However, he isn’t the only one. Repossessing what’s left, Charlie—Lefty, makes her way through the building, after learning of the situation.

Although the two agree to work together to help him, there’s a lot to be discussed.

—

Susie AU: She was the first. It hadn’t been too long ago. She was the first, and the rabbit planned to get more.

Susie finds herself remaining in the pizzeria, and as the days go by, more and more people are coming and going.

Finding Cassidy and the others, the spirit will try to keep them safe.

—

Lost & Found AU: Bonnie can’t recall a thing. He’s always been an animatronic rabbit, hasn’t he?

Jeremy’s parents remember everything, and haven’t stopped grieving, yet they don’t bring him up.

Jasper knows nothing.

But, when Bonnie stumbles into the home... things’ll change.

—

MXES Swap AU: Cassie finds herself trapped in the Pizzaplex, and is quick to, also, discover a strange mask. Upon wearing it, she’s met with a hare.

With a mysterious rabbit lady roaming, while also trying to free something, the hare—MXES, is certainly going to try to keep Cassie safe.

—

Van Escape Ending—Glitchtrap and Vanny AU: When the boy and the lead animatronic suddenly leave, that leaves the rabbits to continue their plan.

Although... Vanny has her own little plans—including against the rabbit who started this all.

—

Reluctant Follower Jeremy & Animatronic Vanny AU: Under the control of Glitchtrap, Jeremy makes his way to the Pizzaplex, where an abandoned rabbit is quickly found.

Choosing to use her for the two’s plans, Glitchtrap sends Vanny to trick the bear and the boy...

...But as the night goes on, developments and changes may happen.

—

ITP Springtrap AU: When a ballpit is suddenly installed in the attraction, the rabbit didn’t think much of it.

At least, not until he fell into it, and found himself back at the diner. Back in 1982. All of those years ago...

He missed his children so much. And, when the rabbit begins speaking to his youngest son... maybe, just maybe, the rabbit could change a horrible event.

—

Glamrock Reunion AU: The damage done to the rabbit caused his memories to become malfunction.

After the rabbit disappeared, the bear’s memories were altered.

Leaving with Cassie, the bunny and the bear reunite, but there’s... nothing.

It seems like they get to restart.

—

Ghost David AU: After his sudden death, David found himself wandering for quite a while, wondering what exactly could have happened.

Finding himself in a ruined Pizzaplex, he stumbles across a girl and a hare, both who are speaking about his friend—about The Mimic.

Surely the animatronic isn’t that dangerous? Maybe he could talk to his friend.

—

Mad Scientist/Dr. Scraptrap AU: With his children Elizabeth and Plushtrap, and his reluctant assistant Spring Bonnie, Dr. Scraptrap worked on a lot.

Although, one night, everything takes a disastrous turn when Elizabeth’s consciousness is suddenly transported into his newest creation, Scrap Baby.

How can he fix this?

—

Ensnared Within The Pit: A visit to the pit takes a disastrous turn when Oswald finds himself trapped in the past, at Freddy’s, and unable to go back through.

Continuing to deal with the yellow rabbit acting fatherly, as well as Bonnie pretending to be him...

Oswald must continue to search for his real father, while learning more of Freddy’s. All while a foxy mask and hook keep appearing around him.

—

Memories From The Pit: After an incident involving the ballpit, Oswald finds himself believing that everything is alright—that the rabbit really is his father.

Except, a year later... his suspension returns, and Oswald must figure out what’s going on.

—

Afton Team AU: All of the rabbits, with a vague idea of where they each came from, suddenly find themselves having to work together.

Except, there’s also a lot they need to worry about. Such as an angry rabbit lady, a vengeful spirit, an old friend, etc.

—

Burntrap AU: After the Pizza Sim fire, the rabbit is split between two selves—one regretful, and one not, who wants to keep going.

Burntrap is quick to jump into action to protect the trapped boy, with a final plan on how to deal with his other version on the back of his mind.

But, how long can he keep the truth away from Gregory? How long before the boy figures out before he is?

—

Funtime Show AU: Shenanigans with the Funtimes, connected to the Dr. Scraptrap AU.

There’s a lot that the group finds themselves pulled into, all while actually trying to bond, having only known most of the others for a short time.

Except for siblings Funtime Foxy and Lolbit, and best friends Funtime Freddy and Bon Bon.

—

Unnamed Springtrap AU: Abrubtly springlocked by Henry, and then left wandering for two years... before being trapped for thirty years...

...Not to mention the few years of working at the attraction, which was actually enjoyable.

Traveling after the fire, with the spirits who are clueless about the truth, Springtrap is on a mission to find his wife, his son, and an old friend.

The one who springlocked him, and the two who trapped him.

—

Game AU: After winning a game from a Freddy’s location, Crimson suddenly finds herself transported into the rpg itself.

There, she has a lot of teammates—such as Freddy himself, Dee-Dee, etc. Including Jack-O-Bonnie, who she obtains as a father figure.

She hopes she doesn’t have to leave soon.

—

Spring Bonnie’s Timeloop AU: After the fifth, Spring Bonnie awakens on stage, before that. Before the fourth. Or the third. Or the second. Or...

Or the first. Before Susie.

Unsure of what happened, yet also relieved, the rabbit begins trying to think of a way to prevent Mr. Afton’s plan.

...It’s easier said than done, however.

—

Follow the Leader: The rabbit lady, within the Pizzaplex, has begun to make herself known. She has quite a lot of plans.

Plans she’s coming up with herself. Plans that are nobody else’s. Plans that the rabbit lady has had on her mind for some time.

With nobody in control of her—with no yellow rabbit—with her working on her own...

Vanny wants to make sure she doesn’t fail.

—

Story in Code, Gold is Eroding: All is still not well in Animatronica—Animatronic Village—Village-Tronica?... the name is still being worked on.

Fredbear has gone missing. Thing’s are becoming far more dangerous. New threats. Strange mysteries.

A worried Spring Bonnie wants to get to the bottom of it all—but they don’t want to be alone. And they won’t be, certainly not.

Not when the rabbit is joined by their team—Springtrap, Shadow Freddy, and The Puppet, among others.

—

The Rabbit’s Mirage: Everything was going great at the Pizzaplex... well, at least for Vanny and the digital rabbit accompanying her.

However, when a boy by the name of Gregory finds himself within the building, thing’s take a turn.

Glitchtrap is acting strange, and he seems far more urgent in the capture of him. And, Vanny has one thing to wonder:

What makes Gregory so special?

—

FNaF MLP AU: Very much what it sounds like—there are just quite a few of ideas here.

Another spin at FNaF, with different and newer ideas, all while the characters are unicorns, earth ponies, etc.

There are many things to be discovered.

—

One Big Crumbling Family: Shortly after kicking Circus Baby out, Molten Freddy is struck with some unfortunate realizations.

One, his systems are becoming corrupted.

And two? Slowly, Funtime Foxy, Ballora, and Bon Bon seem to be disappearing. He can’t just let that happen. No.

Now, Molten Freddy must try to save them before it’s too late.

—

Sitcom AU: A more comedic spin, if the name wasn’t much of a reveal.

Follows Scraptrap after the attraction, as he begins meeting up with the others—such as Scrap Baby and Molten Freddy, wandering together...

Before their inevitable arrival to the newest pizzeria brings even more comedic chaos that the pizzeria can barely handle.

Set specifically in Pizza Sim, but the past doesn’t stay buried.

—

Robotic Remnant AU: A fun little AU that me & @universewolfpup have been working together on for a while.

Thanks to the help of a strange amulet, Styx finds himself in a new world, completely separated, and without a good chunk of memories.

At least a certain yellow rabbit stumbles across him.

—

Fazbear Racers: In their small town, the annual races are one of the few, major things that everyone looks forward to. This year, however?

There’s no denying it—strange and mysterious events begin to occur—both in and out of the most recent races.

Especially at night. Now, Freddy and the rest of the racers must figure out just what is going on.

—

Cassidy’s Lament: This couldn’t be it, could it? Something must have gone wrong during her visit with him. This can’t be the right place. That’s what her mind is telling her.

After an encounter with Old Man Consequences back in UCN, Cassidy finds herself thrown into a strange world, filled with the animatronics and strange creatures.

Stuck as Fredbear, and with old memories pulling themselves up, Cassidy makes it her mission to relocate OMC—while avoiding the dangers.

—

The Rabbit’s Chance: In the rubble of a horror attraction, Spring Bonnie awakens, vaguely aware of recent events, and finally in control of their body once more.

With William having left for a new suit, Spring Bonnie wanders, taking in all of the changes.

What had happened all of those years ago cannot be changed. The horrific events happened, and the rabbit had been used.

But... perhaps they have a chance at fully stopping William—especially when meeting a familiar man with an idea.

—

Rabbit Invasion: An alien resembling a rabbit, who calls himself Springtrap, has been traveling through space in stasis for over thirty years.

Upon crash landing, and awakening, the first person he meets is Henry Emily, who chooses to take him back.

Now, the alien begins to bond with the little family, while Henry tries to keep him hidden.

—

After the Finale: Her fathers plan had worked. It had worked for everyone else. She was tired, but not gone.

Charlie knows that she should rest—it’s been so long. And yet... she can’t. Something doesn’t feel right. Something needs to be done.

Still capable of controlling the damaged animatronic that she possesses, Charlie begins to travel.

—

A Shadow’s Quest: The five little spirits have been captured by a familiar rabbit, and in the process, were sent all over.

With Puppet too weakened to do much of anything for the time being, RXQ finds himself being given an important task from her.

The shadowy rabbit must travel through different realms, and find the five spirits.

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In Plain Sight/Vamptrap AU: He’s been there for so long—watching over everything, and living a small distance away... yet, everyone is clueless.

He even walks through the village under a disguise.

When the rabbit captures a girl named Elizabeth, and makes her his daughter, trouble begins to arise.

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Dr. Rabbit’s Tale: After using the van to escape with Glamrock Freddy, the boy thought that would be the end of it.

However, with a little bit of research, and the visit of from a strange rabbit...

Leaving everything else behind, Dr. Rabbit finds himself returning to the Mega Pizzaplex with his own plans.

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The Anomaly’s Freedom: Y/N was just a simple worker at the Mega Pizzaplex—and they certainly hadn’t come across anything strange.

...At least not until they find a strange game by the name of Princess Quest.

Releasing a strange, goopy, and sentient rabbit from within it is one thing—but said rabbit actively choosing to come home with them?

Well... thing’s are certainly going to be far more interesting.

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Hidden Fangs/Vamptrap AU: Escaping from the village where the truth was discovered, a wounded Vamptrap stumbles across Y/N.

Tended to by the human, Vamptrap knows he cannot let the truth be discovered once more, in fear of what may happen...

...While finding himself beginning to bond with Y/N.

Although, he knows he can’t resist blood.

[lovelytsunoda]

slumber party // lance stroll

summary: when lances wife gets sick the morning of their daughters sixth birthday party, he offers to step in and play host. but of course, that’s before he finds out that it’s a slumber party, and he’s stuck with an army of six year olds until ten am the next morning.

the party was planned down to every painstaking detail so that it was perfect

right down to the princess decorations they started putting up a day early to the disney cake that chloe was making herself

it was going to be perfect

until y/n wakes up on the morning of with a blistering headache and nausea

she thinks they’re going to have to call off the party. she’s in no condition to handle a group of children

until lance steps in. he’ll call esteban and mick and between the three of them, they should be able to run a party without a hitch, right?

wrong.

they all arrive at the same time, and when the girls go running into the naive living room and start setting sleeping bags up under the skylight, the panic in his eyes is evident

“did your wife not tell you it was a slumber party?”

“no, she did not.” he bites his lip, running his fingers through his hair. “but how hard can it be, right?”

The other mother just laughs before she goes back to her car

horrible decision, really, but he leaves esteban and mick in charge while he runs upstairs to check on y/n (and get more details on the slumber part of the party)

and when he comes back downstairs, the girls are crying and one of them is hiding under the couch

“i left you alone with them for five minutes, esteban! what did you do?”

esteban looks at the floor, and mick rolls his eyes.

“somebody thought it was a good idea to open the afternoon with scary stories.”

“esteban, they’re six!”

“one of the girls told him he looked like the rat from flushed away and he decided the best course of action was to tell her that the house was haunted and micheal meyers would get her in her sleep.”

“this house was built in 2017 and I’m pretty sure nobody died here!”

he puts on an old barbie movie, and the girls calm down enough that they sit on the floor to eat party mix and gummy bears while the boys go over the game plan in the kitchen.

“what did you like doing when you were six?” lance asks desperately “there has to be something!”

“karting.” esteban shrugs.

“i cannot take ten six year olds to the karting track.”

but that gives him a different idea

which is how they end up in the simulator room trying to load Mario kart instead of the fia approved programming

which turns into an all out war between the girls

well

more like the army of six year olds against estie lance and mick

lance definitely lets his daughter win

chloe drops by dressed head to toe like a disney princess and brings the cake

scotty brings pizza

please please please imagine lance giving all these little girls princess manicures

his daughter defo makes him wear a plastic tiara

when the kids finally conk out and go to sleep around nine thirty (and esteban because he’s fucking tired), he goes upstairs to check on his wife while mick starts to clean up

she’s curled up in bed with the dog, buried under blankets

but she could hear the laughter coming up through the floor

“the girls are having a great time, honey.” she says sleepily, pulling him into bed with her “you guys are doing a great job.”

“i know. but please, for the love of god, never leave me in charge of a slumber party again. also, you might need to explain to mike and my dad why a ton of six year olds were using the sim to play mario kart.”

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[lethalchiralium]

HAPPINESS QUESTION

Will Missus have a home birth for this baby? Or go to the hospital again?? I can imagine having a baby by yourself after not seeing your husband for near a year would be traumatizing 🥺

TEEHEE 🫶 god i love happiness questions i eat them up

happiness tid bit time 🫶 (next part of this drabble here)

“You’re not serious about this.” Simon looked down at you as you crossed your arms over your round belly. “A home birth? You’re crazy. You’re not doing it.”

“I do what I want, Simon. And you’re going to be here for it.” You answered, resting your feet on the arm of the couch. “I want to be in the comfort of my own home, I was uncomfortable in the hospital last time.” Your hand massaged the side of your belly, nervously awaiting your husband’s answer.

“What if something happens?” He said, kneeling beside you and placing his hand on your stomach, eyes meeting yours again. “I can only do so much, I don’t know how to do…this.” He gestured to your belly again. “We need to be somewhere where if something happens to you or the baby, you can get life-saving treatment.”

“It’s thirty minutes away.” You answered, head hitting the pillow behind you. “I want to be here with just you. You can call the surgeon from his office in town if something happens, but I am not staying in a hospital again.” Your hand reached for his, he took it.

He sighed, glaring at you before resting his cheek on the side of your belly - if he tried, he could hear his third baby’s heartbeat. “I am not comfortable about doing this here.”

“Then call the midwife, Simon.” You answered, annoyed that he wasn’t going with whatever you said. “I don’t care. We are not having this baby in a fucking hospital. End of story.”

“I can’t lose you.” He spoke, voice quieter than before. “Please.”

“Simon.” You groaned, hand then resting on his head, eyes staring at the ceiling. “I really don’t like having anyone’s hand up my vagina that isn’t yours.” He sort of laughed. “I want to have my baby in my home where I don’t have to starve for 47 hours like I did last time.” You looked back down to your husband, eyes staring at yours with emotions you couldn’t place. “If it goes wrong, it goes wrong. It’s a learning experience- and if it does go wrong, which it won’t,” You pet the side of his head gently. “You can say ‘I told you so’.”

“I can’t do it.” I can’t hold your lifeless body.

You merely smiled. “I know you can.”

He placed a kiss on the side of your stomach, putting his ear to it. He closed his eyes then, smelling your sweet perfume as he tried to listen for that little heartbeat. He had three more months before his family of four turned into five, and he was anxious.

He heard the thunder of little feet, the squeal of his second daughter as she tumbled into his chest, flinging her arms around him and giggling. He opened his eyes and looked down at Mellie, the girl in pigtails and a toothy grin with a curious glare. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, to which she squealed with delight, babbling as she pressed her little face into his chest.

Simon felt your hand card through his hair, he smirked back at you. You had a small smile on your lips. “I hope the next one loves me this much.”

“All of your kids love you more than me, this one is mine.” Your hands moved to cradle your belly, as if to protect the baby from him. He smiled, kissing your hand.

“Well, it’s hard for them to love you more than I do. It’s just impossible.”

please send me more happiness asks i cry about them

[satansapostle6]

Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Violence. Almost smut. Choking. Semi-public. Knee riding.

“The Angel From My Nightmare”

“10 Things I Hate About You”

“Alright, go have fun. Come get me if you need something,” Sara told her younger brother.

“Do you have to stay?” Connor complained as she and Lauren sat at a table.

“Sorry, kiddo. We gotta have fun too,” she teased. “Go. Have fun. We’ll be all the way over here, you won’t even know we’re here.”

That turned out to be completely wrong.

“It’s super crowded in here… Even Heather Hills and her friends are here tonight,” Lauren observed.

“Ew. She puts the ‘bully’ in bulimic,” Sara muttered.

“Yeah, even I’m not that far in denial,” Lauren agreed, turning as everyone noticed a loud feedback coming off of the DJ’s microphone.

The music stopped, and no one knew what was happening.

“Alright, enough of that,” Rodrick Heffley’s voice blasted over the speakers, replacing the music that had been playing.

Everyone at the roller rink stopped to see that he and the rest of the band had set up near the DJ booth, completely hijacking the music.

“Oh my God,” Lauren whispered, looking to Sara. “Did you know about this?”

“No,” Sara hissed, looking at Rodrick in horror.

“We are Löded Diper, and we’re here to blow your minds,” Bill joined in.

“Oh my fucking God,” Sara murmured, trying her best to blend into the crowd as she scooted as far down the bench as possible.

But she quickly found that anonymity definitely wouldn’t be in the cards for her tonight.

“I’m Rodrick. Rodrick Heffley,” a shaky voice breathed into the mic.

“Hurry up!” someone’s dad yelled, more irritated about not hearing music than the whole music hijacking situation.

“Alright, uh… I’m here to sing one song. It’s a very special song, that goes out to a very special girl. Sara? Sara Walter?” Rodrick desperately searched the crowd for her.

He eventually found her, staring right at her as everyone in the roomed stared, including Heather Hills and the other ‘popular’ girls. Sara’s eyes widened with rage as her little brother and his friends all stared in her direction.

“Sara,” Rodrick stared, his eyes full of fear. “I… I’m sorry. You’re the prettiest, smartest girl in the world.”

Sara’s face went pale as she slowly turned to Lauren with all eyes on her.

“What the fuck?” she mouthed silently.

It seemed no one had anything to offer.

“Sara, I know you’re probably mad at me, and you probably should be. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and I don’t deserve you,” he blurted out as everyone watched.

Heather and her friends were now whispering and pointing in disgust.

“Listen, Sara, I get it if you never wanna talk to me again… But I really, really like you,” Rodrick announced in front of the entire building.

“Get on with it already!” another impatient onlooker shouted.

“Right, yeah, here goes,” he continued, rambling as he signaled to the band to start playing. “This song is for you, Sara Walter.”

Bill waved to her excitedly, completely unable to read the room as he tried to make the situation less intense. She watched, completely frozen as the band started playing. It was a bit rocky in the first few seconds, but then, she immediately recognized the song after the first few chords.

Struck by the effort that went into coordinating the entire thing, Sara could hardly control her racing thoughts. She didn’t know whether to be angry at Rodrick for the spectacle, or charmed by the gesture, or creeped out by the entire thing.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you…” the sixteen year old boy sang shakily in front of the crowd, his vocals questionable at best.

“'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now,”

Some people in the room, namely Heather’s group, laughed and whispered as Rodrick took the stage. Eventually, the teasing throughout the room got to be brutal, but he still persisted, trying his best not to break.

“God, he’s an idiot, but I still feel kinda bad,” Sara murmured.

“Sara. I’m gonna be completely honest with you,” Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You need to go kiss that boy right now.”

“Seriously? I’m just gonna run back into his arms because he made a fool of himself for me?” she reasoned. “That’s his whole brand!”

“Sara,” Lauren reminded her, her approach stern but caring. “Would Jake Anderson ever have performed your favorite slow song for you in a room full of people, even if his singing was pretty dog shit?”

Sara sat in silence for a moment as everyone still looked over at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What about Tyler Hayden? Or Lenwood Heath?”

“Okay, I get your point,” Sara said softly.

“I haven’t seen anybody give this much of a fuck for you since you were with Nadine,” Lauren admitted. “And you know how much I liked you guys.”

“Yeah,” Sara thought, considering her options.

“I think he really means what he says. Even if he’s fucking stupid,” Lauren told her.

Sara just sighed, looking up at Rodrick on the platform as he sang for her, never taking his eyes off her even once. It was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am,”

He sang like his life depended on it, which it kind of did. As much as Sara hated to admit it, she saw a look of genuine regret in his eyes that day. All she could think about was how much she really did like Rodrick, all the way until the end of the song.

It ended and a complete silence washed over the room, as just about everyone just stood around waiting for a resolution. Even security had been waiting until the spectacle was over to intervene. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time that yielded any interesting results.

Of course, Heather and her friends wouldn’t stop whispering, but Rodrick refused to pay them any mind. He cleared his throat as the song ended, staring out at Sara with a sad, dopey look in his eyes as he prayed she’d forgive him.

“Fuck it,” Sara muttered to herself, walking out onto the rink.

She marched up to the platform looking both angry and confused. Rodrick didn’t know what to expect, and slowly stepped down in shock. He stood right in front of her, walking up to her as he waited for her to react to him in some way.

“I’m sorry,” he started to apologize, “I didn’t know how to make it up to you—”

“I don’t care,” she said finally, a resolve in her eyes.

“What does that mean?” Rodrick asked, ignoring the girls who were pointing and making fun.

“That means, fuck it, Rodrick Heffley, I’m really starting to like you too.”

Rodrick’s grunt of surprise was muffled into a spontaneous kiss as Sara jumped into his arms, which was met with a mostly positive reaction from their audience. He was hesitant at first, slowly warming up to her again as he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her lips like he’d never get the chance to again.

After a moment, they remembered where they were, and Rodrick awkwardly set her down on the ground with reluctance. He looked up and down nervously, not sure what to say now.

“Can we go?” Sara asked, uncomfortable as she looked around.

“Yes,” he nodded automatically, willing to comply to her every whim, “Yes. We can.”

After being kicked out of the roller rink, again, Rodrick and the rest of the band walked out to the parking lot, reviewing their performance that night.

“You know, I know we’re metal and all, but that was fucking beautiful,” Ben seemed to be teary-eyes.

Rodrick and Sara stepped outside for a moment, as she leaned against the wall in silence, trying to think. Knowing what might comfort her, Rodrick pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opening it as he offered it to her. Nodding appreciatively at the gesture, Sara took one and held it in her mouth as he lit it for her.

“I’m sorry,” Rodrick blurted out finally, a pained but far away expression on his face, “I, uh… I didn’t know how else to show you I meant what I said. That I really, really like you.

“It’s okay,” Sara sighed, just hoping to move on from the issue, “I understand. Really. We all backtrack. I’m over it.”

“No, really. I don’t want you to think I made a scene just to distract from the way I acted,” he said slowly. “I really meant what I said—”

“Rodrick,” she said, eyes wide open, “It’s fine. It’s done. I’m over it.”

“No, I owe you an explanation,” he sighed, “I… I’ve just never had a real girlfriend before…”

“Dude, this isn’t exactly breaking news,” she looked at him with dead eyes.

“Okay, can you just not be a total fucking asshole for like one second?” Rodrick demanded with laughter.

“Okay, fine,” she threw her hands up in surrender, “I’m listening.”

The look on her face was less than convincing.

“You’re a bitch,” Rodrick laughed, no longer able to take himself seriously, “You’re a fucking bitch,” he pointed at her, his finger less than an inch from her face.

“Oh yeah?” she teased with a light chuckle, cigarette butt dropped to the ground and forgotten.

“Yeah.”

He stood in front of her, trying to remain serious as he leaned against the wall, his hand resting just above her head.

“You’re a fucking bitch,” he repeated playfully, trying to perfect his more serious demeanor.

“Am I a bitch, or are you just a little bitch?” Sara proposed, intentionally provoking him.

“No. You’re just a bitch,” he promised her.

Neither were sure exactly how it happened, but as he got in her face and challenged her, he attempted to jokingly pin her to the wall. At first, this entailed his arm resting on her chest, but then suddenly turned into something else entirely.

Rodrick didn’t intend it at all, but suddenly, the both of them found his hand slipped as he held her by the throat, still grinning.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he told her, before coming to and realizing that he was actually choking her.

First, his eyes fluttered as he realized the mistake he’d made, but once he saw he’d reaction, he felt himself giving into it.

“Fuck,” he moaned out loud, his finger pads pressing on her pressure points harder.

She softly sighed in excitement, the contact with the pressure points heightening the experience even more. Rodrick looked at her with pleading eyes as he choked her, admiring her gratuitously.

He leaned in to kiss her, groaning into her mouth as he pressed her against the wall with his large hand wrapped around her neck. She reacted by pulling him in by the collar, making him feel something even more euphoric. She deepens the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth as he slowly moved his leg up her body, not stopping until his knee trailed down to her center.

For just a moment, he stopped kissing Sara, huffing softly into the warm skin of her neck.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna see you fuck my knee right now?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “And it’s hot.”

He chuckled happily as he sucked on her neck, roughly biting and sucking. He pushed his knee against her, practically fucking her with it against the wall behind the roller rink. She quietly groaned in frustration as she tried to align herself perfectly on his knee.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, eyes closed as he kissed all over her neck. “I hope you know you could ask me for anything. I’d do anything for you, or to you.”

“You’re so sexy,” Sara whined.

“I’m serious. If you wanted me to, I’d eat it from the back, and enjoy it,” he said completely deadpan. “All I wanna do is take you home and lay you down and make you come any way I know how.”

“We should probably stop this,” Sara thought intuitively, “Before this wall ends up pregnant.”

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you. And not cuz I think you’re hot,” Rodrick stated. “Honestly. I just see you and I wanna give you everything.”

“You already have,” she confessed, never having seen anyone so willing to risk things for her.

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A/N: not sure if this is good, wrote it after doing a line

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[ryaeris]

Killshot / L.DH

PAIRING: enemy!donghyuck x fem!reader

WORDCOUNT: 2.7k

SUMMARY: it seems as though you and donghyuck could never get along until the green-eyed monster decided to give the two of you a helping hand.

WARNINGS: donghyuck is an asshole, bathroom sex, counter sex, exhibitionism (kinda), unprotected sex, the pull out method (please don't do this), teasing, praise, confessions, implied established realtionship at the end, and a bit of fluff!

"last again?"

his voice was like nails to a chalkboard, the smugness in his voice causing your eye to twitch, the hand that was clutching your paper with a big fat 50% on it being crushed under its weight.

you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you roll your eyes with a scowl, but he made it hard to ignore when he used words like 'last,' like there was some kind of hierarchy of test scores. "shut it donghyuck." you gritted out, your hands clenched into fists in an effort to keep them at bay so your pencil wouldn't do any damage.

he just laughed.

oh god, that laugh. that annoying fucking obnoxious, condescending, infuriating laugh. you'd rather take on a million monsters with your bare hands than deal with this asshole. you didn't need to look at him to know that he was smirking, clearly enjoying the dismay written all over your face. he was sadistic like that… at least to you.

he was kind to his classmates and friends, it was just you that he relentlessly teased, that he always had something to say to, and you would be lying if you said you didn't wonder what it was like to be on his sweet side. sadly, the only thing he's ever had to offer you was his not-so-needed sarcasm and occasional academic advice— which you hadn't asked for, by the way.

you hadn't realized that you were glaring holes at the dark red pen ink, the numbers coaxing you to get lost in your head until your friend, yerim, called your name. she knew what was wrong, it was written all over your face, but she still tried to pull you away from the spiraling anger building inside of you. with her arm around your shoulder, she gave it a squeeze, meeting your eyes with her own, which was swimming with concern.

"are you okay?" she questioned softly, but as you turned your head away from her, they guided her to the man that was the cause of your displeasure. "donghyuck again, huh?" she asked again. it wasn't really a question, seeming as though she already had her answer. she always did.

yerim had always stuck by your side, ever since freshman year when you got lost on your way to class. it didn't take a ridiculous amount of time for her to become your other half, as though your brains were telepathically linked; or maybe you knew each other in another life. either way, she always knew how you felt or what you needed, the girl extremely in tune with your body language and aura.

"it's like he thinks that he's better than me just because he knows what he's doing." you gritted out. yerim sighed, nibbling on her lower lip in thought. "you already know that's not true, so i don't know why you allow him to get to you."

you could lie and say why you didn't know why his words affected you the way they did, but it was that gnawing feeling in your gut whenever you'd see him, when you were able to see him smile when he hangs out with his friends, that butterflies in your stomach when you'd hear his laugh. and you hated yourself for it.

"i just—" before you could complete your sentence; another body joined the conversation.

"ah! You did better than me!" jaemin's voice chimed enthusiastically. jaemin was new to your school, and he had somehow managed to worm his way into your duo.

you raised a brow, "you got lower than fifty percent?" he put his test on your desk, and in the right-hand corner there was a thirty-five percent. you gawked at his score. "how'd you manage that?!" you asked incredulously. his smile never faltered, "well… i kind of fell asleep the first thirty minutes of the test." you couldn't help but laugh at his thoughtlessness.

though you were distracted by the boy with a low score, you hadn't seen the way donghyuck was glaring, not at you, but at jaemin.

"i knew i should have sat by you." you said to yourself. he threw a leg over the seat in front of you, his chest pressed up against the plastic headrest. with crossed arms, he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

"where would i be without having you to keep me in line." he teased with a tilt of his head. jaemin had always been flirtatious, it just came naturally to him; in all honesty, he probably wasn't even aware that he was doing it.

"shut up." you said with a smile, pushing him back with a soft shove. the blonde's head lifted, but his eyes never strayed away from you. with another wave of your hand and an expectant look on your face, he turned around, and class resumed.

it was a grueling hour before you were finally free; yerim, jaemin, and you were walking side by side.

"so…" jaemin began, "there's this party that I'm throwing, and i want you to come." your eyebrows furrowed at the invitation. parties aren't really your thing, but it wasn't like you haven't attended one before, plus, it was jaemin, so why not?

"sure," you said with a shrug, "why not?" the grin on his place was pretty much shit-eating. "would you like to go too, yerim?" he asked. she just shook her head, waving her hand back and forth. "no thank you, i'm taking my girlfriend out on a date today!" she said excitedly.

you smiled at the girl as jaemin nodded understandingly. "well, i guess that leaves the two of us, huh? i'll see you tonight then!"

he waved the both of you goodbye, going off somewhere to the left as yerim brought your attention back to her.

"so, any outfit ideas for the party?" you shook your head no, "nah, i figured i'd just go in casual, y'know?" it was almost as if the words that came out of your mouth offended her. "absolutely not!" she exclaimed. "you don't know if there's going to be hot guys there, and i am not going to allow you to look like a hot mess just because you think you have nothing to prove."

you knew you could do nothing but oblige to her demands, groaning out a weak 'fine', internally knowing you had your night cut out for you.

you almost hated to say it, but you were quite impressed with the outfit she had managed to squeeze you in; a lightweight dress with some heels that you could manage to walk in, your makeup natural but charming.

"you know you look good. admit it, i did a fantastic job." she gushed. you rolled your eyes light-heartedly. "don't you have somewhere to be?" you asked. that seemed to pull her head out of her ass because her eyes widened at the numbers on her phone. "yes, i do, but this isn't over, and you know it. i'll be back home later to hear about how everyone complimented my expertise."

"shut up and go." you groaned, lightly shoving her out of the room as she giggled.

you unsurely looked in the mirror, your body turned to the side as you ran your hands down the front of your dress. you looked nice, and there was no point in backing out now.

the house was booming with people, almost the whole school was there, and the inside wasn't any better; loud music, the stench of alcohol, weed, and sex permeated the air. it was suffocating really, but you stuck to searching for jaemin amongst the sea of people.

you didn't have to search for long, because a thick hand placed itself on your shoulder.

"i'm glad you could make it." he said against the shell of your ear. you shivered, turning around with a smile on your face. "i told you i would, didn't i?" you teased.

"do you want a drink?" he asked. you nodded, "that would be great, thanks." with that, he left, leaving you to your own devices as you looked around you.

there were cheap decorations on the wall, but since the lights were off, there were different colored lights that decorated the space.

then, your breath caught in your throat.

donghyuck was sitting on the couch, a girl sitting on his lap as she giggled at something he said. he wasn't even that funny, so what was there to laugh about? you didn't know why you felt like this, why your stomach twisted at the sight of them, why there was a bitter taste in your mouth, why the words 'i wish that was me' were making their way up to the forefront of your mind.

"i had to look around but i managed to find a bottle that—"

"dance with me." you suddenly said.

"what?" his brows furrowed.

"i said," you took the red solo cup out of his hand, "dance with me." he gulped, allowing his fingers to loosen so he could put it on the white fold out table, pushing some scattered chips out of the way.

"okay." he agreed dumbly.

dragging him by his wrist, you pulled him into the crowd of people, placing his hands on your waist. you shouldn't be doing this, jaemin was your friend, friends don't get this close to other friends.

with your arms thrown around his neck, you swayed with him to the music, no space between the both of you as you looked over his shoulder.

donghyuck.

there was anger in his eyes, his attention completely snatched away from the girl on his lap as she practically begged for it back. you couldn't help but feel pleased at his anger, finally feeling like you had gotten him back for what he had said to you earlier.

as the song finally came to close, jaemin lowered his chin, his eyes boring into your soul. you knew he wanted to kiss you, but you looked down at his shirt, putting some distance between the two of you.

"that was fun." You said awkwardly. he cleared his throat. "yeah…" he said, "it was." you couldn't look at him, not with the shame bubbling in your gut. "i- um, i have to go to the bathroom." you took off down the hallway and into the nearest restroom.

shutting the door, you balanced yourself on your hands that sat on the sink counter, staring at yourself in the mirror.

what were you thinking acting like some lovesick fool?

what pulled you out of your berating thoughts was someone attempting to open the door.

"shit! it's occupied!" you said loudly. the person didn't say anything, opening the door.

"donghyuck?" you questioned, your brows furrowing in confusion, but also shock. "what the fuck was that?" He bit. now, it was your turn to be angry. "what was what?" shutting the door behind him, he stalked towards you until your back hit the wall.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about." he leaned closer to your face, your breaths intermingling as your chest rose and fell. "did you want to piss me off, huh? was that it? did you want to get a reaction out of me by dancing with him?" his voice got deeper with every accusation, your thighs clenching at the sound of it. you wanted to overthink, but you refused.

"so, what if i did? since I'm always last, you wouldn't dance with girls like me anyways, right?" you prodded, leaning your head to the side as a signal of a challenge.

"who said i wouldn't?"

and with that, he finally closed the distance between the two of you. his hands were fast to land on your hips as did yours, which tangled themselves into his dark brown locks. the kiss was fast and messy, desperate hands holding onto the other as you whimpered. he was unrelenting in his quest to dominate your lips, his tongue brushing against yours in a soft caress.

god, he was such a good kisser.

with a firm grip on your hips, he spun you around, the counter making contact with your lower back. breaking the kiss, your lungs begged for air as you breathed heavily. his large palms cupped the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were now sitting on the marble.

"tell me when to stop." he huffed. "absolutely not." you said, dragging him back into a kiss as he smirked into it.

he hiked up your dress, his fingers scaling up the sides of your legs until they met with the band of your underwear. "lace." he hummed, "nice touch." he spoke against you. "thank yerim for that." he nodded, "will do."

you lifted your hips up so that he could pull them off, the man discarding them haphazardly on the floor.

your hands trailed down his shoulders, down his chest, to the hem of his shirt where you lifted it up. he didn't protest, allowing you to pull the offending item up and over his head, throwing it to the ground as well. "i always knew you looked hot under your clothes." you murmured. looking up at him, you were met with an incredulous look. "what?" you questioned. "i'm only human." he let out what sounded between a scoff and a chuckle.

"whatever."

you finally unlooped his belt, tugging his pants down just enough so you could pull him out of his boxers.

he hissed as you stroked his cock, teasing the head of it, you spread his precum around his tip before finally guiding it towards your entrance.

you buried your head in his neck as he entered you, your nails raked themselves down the expanse of his back, pulling a pained groan from him. thank god for the music, because if it weren't for that, everyone could hear you.

"donghyuck." you moaned as he had begun to subtly move. he was an asshole, but he wasn't a monster, he had allowed you to get used to him before he had begun to thrust.

"fuck." he grunted as his hips met the inside of your thighs. the pleasure was greater than anything you've felt before, even with your last partners. now you finally understood why that girl on his lap wanted his attention so badly.

"so good." you whined, your head falling back. he took advantage of your barren neck, latching his teeth to your pulse point. he left hickeys all along the column of your throat, the nibbling setting your veins on fire.

"'always wanted to do this." he groaned.

you could feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm, his movements growing quicker and sloppier.

"donghyuck…" you breathed, unable to form coherent words anymore, your entire body shaking with the intensity of it all. he pulled back from your neck, his mouth searching for yours once more, sucking on your bottom lip roughly. your head swam as you tried to keep yourself upright, your hands gripping tightly on his biceps.

"fuck baby.." he whispered as he rested his forehead on yours, his breathing heavy. a hand left the side of your body to begin stimulating your clit, his thumbs moving it in tight circles. your entire body jerked involuntarily, if it weren't for him standing in front of you, you for sure would've flown off the counter.

you couldn't keep yourself silent, your moans mixing with the music playing from outside of the door, and donghyuck wasn't in too hot of a position either.

"you're okay," he cooed softly, the tone almost hypnotic. "you're doing great." as he kept murmuring praises, you realized you had never imagined you would ever be akin to his kind words.

feeling your climax nearing, your legs wrapped themselves tighter around him, your lower half grinding yourself against his pelvis.

with one last push, he quickly pulled out before releasing on your stomach, letting go of you with a gasp and a moan. your whole body shuddered as you caught your breath, panting. you collapsed onto him, and held you close, burying his nose into your hair and kissing your temple lightly.

there were a few beats of silence, both of you taking a moment to wrap around the sudden drastic change in your relationship.

"i suppose this doesn't mean i'm last again?" you asked, your words teasing.

"no," he said with a smile. "definitely not."

[thegreatirene]

Traveling Witch (Adrian Tepes x witch!reader)

Rated M (language and violence)

Modern witch reader travels back in time to collect things for her collection and ends up losing a page on how to go back to her timeline.

Part 2. Part 3

To start off, this is not your first time traveling back in time. Granted it was only maybe thirty or so years but five centuries…it’s probably going to b your biggest jump ever. It’s not impossible, no you’ve known other magic beings able to travel that number of a distances, however…it’s you. The last time you tried to time jump was to the 60’s and you ended up in a whole different country. Mishap’s like that happened a couple more times but you were sure you had it down packed by now.

“Are you sure you want to go that far back? For some rock?” Your mother asked as she paced about the kitchen. She gathered some ingredients for you. “Last time you ended up almost half way around the world. Thank god it was a recent year cause you know not everyone likes our kind sweetheart.” She handed you the package and smoothed her hand down your arm.

“Ma it’s not just any rock it’s a trovant and it is found only in Romania. Plus I want to get one when it’s small! That way I can watch it grow and move,” you turned to put the package in your bag.

“Kind of wondering what else they have over there that I can take back with me?” You question as you and your mother made your way to another room. You opened a door that’s filled with books from wall to wall. In the center a stand with a book center on a podium.

“You and your rocks or whatever. Your room is full of them and now you want more of them?”

“It’s not going in my room. It’s going in the garden,” you said as you twirled around to her “we can have our very own trovant that moves and grows on its own without magic!” You whispered the last part in a excited squeal.

Your mother rolled her eyes but smiled as you made your way over to the book. You hummed to yourself as you looked for the spell you needed.

“Well, don’t go crazy and grab everything you see there. We don’t have enough room for your hoarding.” She said as she waved her hand and the pages turned on their own. It stopped on the exact page you were looking for “mm we’ll see.” You sang as you went around the podium and walked to a nearby mirror.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” your mother walked over to you, “don’t forget your necklace. I can’t be where you go and I know how you get with people so this should protect you against anything.” She put it on you and then smooth your hair down and she looked at you with a loving stare.

“Love you”

“Love you too Ma”

The both of you hugged and she walked back to the podium. You smiled at her through the mirror and than looked at yourself. Bringing your right index finger to the side of the mirror you slit your finger on the little blade that stuck out to the side. Watching the blood drip down your finger you spoke “У̷̡͔͓͔̃̌͐̀̏̿̂͜ш̸͙̤͋͗̇̄р̷̦̗̖̰̈́͆̈́̌л̵̜͉̤̟̑̈̈͂͌̂͝ц̷̠̘̲̜̼̫̄̊̄͂д̵̼̥̊̆͂͑ ̷̮̝͔̟͗̀̈́̂́͘͜в̶̧͂д̷̟̮̔̀̔̈́̅а̶̨̙͖̄д̴̢̖̞̫̔̐̓̎̎̓̒у̵̨̧̲́̈́͊̌т̴̰̋̀͗̽͆͘с̴̲̫̰̘͔̞̊͋я̸̤̖͚̘͆͊̆͛͠ ̵̲̊в̶͍͕̮̝̈́о̷̼̳͉̼̀л̵̧̞̋͌̀̉̀́а̵̧̬͇̯̮̹̇̃̄͜͝ ̴̡͈͔̼̟̹́͝х̶̨̣̟͍̬̙̒͋̑̿͑̽з̷͖̠͔͍͙̫̝̑́̆̈́а̸̢͖̤͚̻̣̭͑б̶̦͂” you drew a sigil as you spoke the words. The mirror started to glow in a blue white light.

You licked your finger clean and watched as the flesh mended together. You turned to look at your mother once more and blew her a kiss as you walked through the mirror. Everything is white as you walked the tunnel of time. Nothing can be seen and it is a bit haunting as the only thing you can hear is the clicking of your shoes.

You can see the other side of the opening and hope that it’s to a safe place. You stop as you came to the opening and looked and waited to see if anyone walked by. After a minute you poked your head out and saw no one and fully walked through.

“So far it looks fine” you looked back at the mirror and watched the mirrors light dim and than it turned back to a normal mirror. It looked as if you were in a hallway. Stone walls and what seemed like lightbulbs along the walls. There were three ways you can go but only one of them you can see was a set of stairs that went up. Those were in front of you. Seeing as that was the first thing that seem to lead out you took the stairs.

“What the fuck” you looked up at the stairs as it lead higher than you thought it was going to be.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You grunted as you made your way up the steps. At least they were stable enough for you to walk up them. After a short while and a bit out of breath you made it to the door and put your hand on the knob. Closing your eyes and whispered to yourself a small spell. You push your mind eye out and looked passed the door. It seemed like there was no one near by and the place looked somewhat kept. As you returned you blinked a couple of times and opened the door.

It opened up to a foyer, it was huge and a bit dark, a few candles on the wall flickered and waved wildly as the wind from the door hit them. The air was stiff and smelled a bit off but not like no one was living there.

You knew where you wanted to go when you were back at home and hoped that you were here, Dracula’s castle. You read books and did a lot of research to be very sure that you found the right location and not the one that tourists went to.

You listened for any kind of life and could neither hear or feel anything. You let the breath you were holding go and walked further into the foyer.

“Yea looks like what a vampire would live in,” you said as you looked around and than up to the high ceiling, as much as you could see. You made your way to the front door but stopped as the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

“Cine eşti?” Came the male voice that sounded like it was right behind you. You stayed facing forward but answered, “I’m sorry I don’t speak Romanian,” you turned slowly to look at the man. There was no one “hello?” You called out as you scanned the area but saw no one. You did hear a steady heartbeat. One you didn’t hear a while ago before you entered the foyer.

“Întreb încă o dată. Cine eşti?” The male voice came again this time you were able to pinpoint the location. He was behind you, you could feel him and smell him. The energy from him came hitting at you and you could tell he was threatened and angry. Swallowing the spit in your mouth you raised your hand slowly, “listen I don’t speak your language and it seems like you don’t speak mine. So how about-“ you were grabbed by the back of your neck and slammed down onto the concrete floor. The wind was knocked out from you in a instant.

“Pentru ce ai venit aici?! Ești și tu aici să mă păcălești!” He yelled at you as he forced your face to the floor. You gritted your teeth as you tried to breathe again. “Please…” you whimpered out as he pressed you harder. You whispered a spell and a flash of light came out of you throwing the man off of you. Rolling onto your back you took a couple of breaths and held your torso. Warmth came to your hand and you rubbed it over your body as you focused where it was hurting.

“O vrăjitoare” the man said as he got up, “Nu contează, voi scăpa de tine, chiar dacă știi un pic de magie.” You raised your head in time to see he swung a sword ready to cut you. You rolled away and looked where the sword landed.

“Are you trying to kill me!!! Are you insane!” You yelled as you got on your knees and crawled away. “I’m very sure murder isn’t allowed in Romania! So stop it or I’m calling the cops!” You screeched as your hand met the wall “I swear to god! Back off man!!” You went into your pocket trying to fish out your phone when he shouted at you again.

“Dude, dead ass I have no clue what you’re saying but you need to chill,” you flashed your hand towards him and before he could reach you, he froze. Frozen in his spot you got up and made your way over to him slowly.

“Ok we’re gonna start this over again, k. But first I need something from you..” you stepped in front of him.

“I’m gonna do a little spell but don’t be alarmed…or I guess you will be seeing as you don’t understand me” you said as you gave him a weary smile. You chanted a small spell as you waved your hand over his face. Once you were done you placed your hand on his shoulder bring him down just a little bit.

“I’m sorry for this part but it’s real quick and I’ll explain” you leant close to him and kissed his lips. The man was shocked as his eyes grew wide and he tried to move but couldn’t. You stepped back “ok we should be able to understand each other now” you said.

You stepped back a bit more giving you and the man space. Once you thought was a good distance you snapped your fingers and he fell to one knee. He brought a hand to his mouth as he stared at the floor.

“Listen I was trying to find my way out. I didn’t steal anything,” you paced back and forth slowly, “was trying to look for an exit and I did and than you atta-“ you fell back onto your back.

“Seriously!” You winced as you looked up at the man.

“How dare you!” He growled as he bared his teeth at you. You noticed his canines were long and it hit you as soon as you saw the rest of his face.

“Wait are you a-“ he pressed his hands around your throat and squeezed. Your breathing was cut short as he pressed down.

“First you enter my home even with the warnings outside. Than you kiss me without my permission” he squeezed harder “you’re gonna die here unless you tell me who you are.” He bit out as he got close to your face.

You patted his hands as you tried to breathe and looked at him as your vision became watery with the tears in them. He didn’t seem to want to let go as you tried to form words but nothing came out. You had enough and gathered enough energy into your hands and smacked his head with it. It sent him flying towards the doors and smashing them in the process.

Gasping for that lungful of air you coughed and turned towards the door. You could see him laying motionless and than jolt as he turned on his back. You sat up and spoke “my name is y/n l/n” you rasped as you rubbed your throat.

“I’m not from this country. I’m from ___” you got up as you walked over to the man. “I kissed you as a way to speak your language so we can both understand. I am sorry for it, I would also be upset if some stranger kissed me without my consent but this was the only spell I knew.” You sat down on one of the steps of the building.

The man groaned as he rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself. “Yea you were trying to kill me and I panicked so my bad if I used to much force on you.” You said.

You got up and walked over to his figure on the ground, “I know you,” you squat down blocking the sun from his face “Adrian Tepes, Dracula’s son. Didn’t think I’d see you here.” He froze as you said his name and than mentioned his father. You watched as he brought his hand down from his face and looked at you with what you can only guess as anger and a bit worry swirled in.

You sighed again as you placed your hand over his chest freezing him. “Listen, you really need to stop attacking people before they can get a few words out. It’s getting tiring and I hate wasting my energy on dumb shit like that.” You sat down this time next to him. Letting the wind blow through your hair as you took a deep breath and relaxed for a bit. You didn’t think you’d meet THE Adrian Tepes, even though it’s his family castle. You kind of thought he had passed or something but I guess you were wrong.

Here he lay watching you as you watch him watching you. Weird.

“You can speak. I only froze your body.”

“How do you know me?”

“My family has books on you and your family. Nothing bad they didn’t haunt you or them. I’m guessing you guys were friends or they knew you guys or something. I don’t know my mother doesn’t know much and my grandparents are too old to remember about their own family tree. So I should be glad that at least some of them bothered writing it down cause geez” you laughed as you rubbed your eyes and than ran your fingers through your hair.

“…..” he stayed silent.

“Swear I’m not a stalker. Just my peoples know your peoples. Nothing crazy, I didn’t even come here for you but for some rocks for my garden back home.”

Adrian squinted his eyes at you, “I’m so serious they’re called trovants. Apparently they grow and can reproduce! I was like ‘oh I’m so getting some of those for my garden’ and now I’m here” you animatedly said as you looked over at him.

“I like collecting weird and unexplainable things so those rocks would be right up my alley.” You smiled.

“You’re very strange.” He said as he eyed you. This time around you can tell that he wasn’t that angry. He was still on edge but you were sure you could let him up now that he knows you’re not there to harm him, hopefully.

You chuckled “yea well,” you turned to sit on your knees. “I’m gonna let you go now but please don’t attack me again. It’s really annoying and I hate wasting time.” You said as you looked at his face. He’s very pretty even prettier than the paintings you have seen back at home. His voice is even better than you could have imagined. Rich and deep like pure honey being poured onto speakers being used.

You sigh as you regained yourself and waited for his answer.

“I promise” you smiled and snapped your fingers. He moved to sit up and looked at you “soooo I know we got off on a bad start but if it’s ok with you I would really like to-“ his arm came swinging at you. He hit an invisible wall or some sort of force field. He grimaced when he looked at your face and slowly brought his hand down.

“Are…are you FUCKING KIDDING ME!” You shouted as you got up onto your feet and looked down at him. “I TOLD YOU I WASN’T GONNA ATTACK YOU OR HURT YOU AND YOU STILL GO FOR IT!!!” You waved your hand around as you walked away from him and towards the castle.

“I SWEAR to god you men are all the same! I guess being a dick head doesn’t change even if you’re from 600 years ago! Like what the fuck is that shit! I give you my fucking word and you still TRY to attack me!” You kicked the rest of the door that was broken off the henges and walked in.

“I’m so glad I put on my protection charm cause I swear! You men can’t be trusted!!” You went looking for your bag as you continued your rant. At this point Adrian walked in behind you worry on his face as he watched you grab your bag from the floor and looked at him. He held his hands together and swallowed as he made eye contact with you.

You walked up to him as you gritted your teeth and stood right in front of him. You didn’t exactly meet eye to eye but you were able to get him to look at you as if you were a giant to him. “I would think a man from your time would be more gentlemanly and shit but you’re just like the rest of them.” You poked his chest as you said the last few words. His brows scrunched as he took in the words you had said to him.

“Out there? What did you mean?” He asked as he watched you breath heavily from the rant you had.

You blinked at him, “what?”

“What did you say before?”

“You’re a shit man?”

“Before that, when we were outside, you said something about years…”

“…..” you thought about what you said and than spoke again. “The 600 years part??” You tilted your head as you thought about it.

“Yes 600 years…what year do you think it is?” He watched you.

“2023?” He looked alarmed and than stepped back as he got a good look at you again.

“What?” You said as you held your bag close to you. You watched as his eyes traveled from your feet to your face. “Why are you looking at me like that?!?!”

“I don’t think you know where you are right now.” He walked towards you and than gently grabbed your arm. He tugged on it to make you walk with him and you followed. He walked you back to the entrance and than nodded towards the outside.

When you looked you saw the body’s that were impaled. You gasped as you stepped back and looked at the horror that was in front of you. You don’t know how you missed all of that but maybe the anger that you had for Adrian blindsided you.

“What the fuck….what??” You looked at him as you felt numbness run through your body. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“I’m calling the cops.” You pulled out your phone and dialed the number. You held the phone up to your ear and pulled it away as a screeching noise came from it. Adrian looked at the device in your hand as you frantically hung up and redialed only for the same noise to happen again.

“What the fuck is going on!” You shouted as you turned the phone off to see if that works. Adrian walked over to you slowly. He watched as you pressed the side of your phone and the screen turned back on. He was amazed and walked closer to you.

“Back up” you held your hand up to him.

“What is that?” Adrian asked as he pushed your hand down and looked at the hand that was holding your phone.

“It’s a phone.” You looked at him and then to your phone once it turned back on and you went to dial again.

He watched as you held it up to your ear and pulled back again. “I think we need to have a talk” he said as he looked at you. You looked at him and lowered your phone as he lead you to a different room.

“Cute kitchen” you said as you sat at the seat Adrian pulled out for you. He thanked you and sat in the sit next to you.

“You are not in your time” he said as he laid his hands on top of the table. He waited and watched to see how you would react. He watched as your eyes flickered with confusion and than you threw your head back and groaned.

“Oh for fuck sakes!” You rubbed your face and than looked at him. “This is the second time I traveled back in time. But this time around I went FURTHER than I did last time!” You put your head down with a thud and groaned.

The both of you sat there in silence until he cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I looked at the… thing you had before?” You turned your head to look at him and fished around in your pocket. You laid your phone on the table and he went and grabbed it.

“What is this?”

“It’s called a phone. You can call people and do a lot of stuff on it….to a degree.”

He felt the phone around and it flashed on when he pressed the button on the side. He flinched when the screen flashed but looked as he saw your Lock Screen. It was a picture of you and your mother. The both of you smiling up at him. He looked at you and then the phone and then back at you. You could see he was confused and you puffed a laugh.

“How…?”

“It’s done with a camera. Here look,” you pushed his hand down and pressed the camera icon. It switched and now he could see his face. Adrian looked in bewilderment as he got close to the screen.

You could see his eyes moving back and forth. Which you were guessing was him trying to look at his eyes as they move but can’t.

“Press that white button there” you pointed at the screen. He did and than a soft flash went off and he blinked as he saw that his image was taken. You went to the album and showed the picture he took.

“See and now there’s a picture of you. I have this app that lets you put these filters on you and be all cute and shit.” You said as you moved your chair over and exit from the camera and angled the phone to see your face. Once it opened you went looking for the yellow icon and pressed it. You went looking for the obvious filter you wanted to try on him first.

The doggy filter came on and the dog ears bounced onto the screen and on Adrian’s head. He looked confused with his eyes wide. He touched his hair but felt nothing. When his mouth opened the tongue came out and scared him. He dropped your phone and then looked at you.

“What witchcraft is this?”

“I know right. It’s pretty cool how technology works. I’m still a bit confused with it myself and I’ve been exposed to it longer than you.” You laughed as you took your phone back. You looked to see if you had any bars and saw none. It was empty which you figured would happen.

“Ah shit my phone is about to die too.” You whined as you put your phone to sleep.

“Listen I don’t have a lot of time and I really need to go and look for what I’m looking for before the spell wears off and I’m stuck here until the blood moon.” You got up and adjusted the bag around you. Putting your phone back in your pocket “it was really nice meeting you Adrian. Even though you tried to kill me a bunch of times. Maybe when I go back to my timeline I can see if you still live in this castle and we can hang out.” You smiled as you walked back out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Adrian placed his hand in front of you. “Unlike your time there are monster out there that will kill you.”



[delta-pavonis]

For your consideration: a new Jo Constantine & Hob Gadling BFF headcanon

Once Jo gets to know Hob Gadling she realizes just how much of an absolute reckless idiot the immortal can be. She goes back through the family archives and, no joke, there is not a single name, not a single damned name in six hundred bloody years, that is not a variation on the same theme. Robert. Hob. Bobby. Bob. Rob. Roberto. Bobbie. Gadlen. Gadlind. Gadot. Gabbing. Garblen. Oh, and Jo's personal favorite, Linggad.

Might as well have been touched by the hand of God for how lucky this Endless-favored fucker has been.

So, just because that is the kind of woman Johanna Constantine is, she makes up the most absurd names she can think of to address Hob by when she is taking the piss out of him. Anything that even vaguely has the syllables or cadence of Robert Gadling. She has been going for five years straight now and not repeated a one. Proud of that record, she is.

And then she sees how Hob is looking at one particular Endless who is sitting at the end of the New Inn's bar reading a goddamned book and she feels a migraine coming on.

"Get your shit together and stop looking at Dream of the Endless like that!" Jo hisses as she elbows Hob in the ribs.

Hob nearly startles out of his socks and drops the pint glass he is putting away. "What are you talking about?"

Jo squints at Hob; if he was any dimmer she'd need a flashlight. "Hobert Gadlington, y-"

"Oh, come off it. How many years have you been doing this? Don't call me tha-"

"No. No!" Jo curls a fist into the front of his shirt and peers up into his face. "You listen here Hobbles Gadlybins. I know that look on you. I know it. Fifteen years I have been your friend and I. Know. That. Face. And I swear to Christ if I am within thirty leagues of you two when you stick your dick in that eldritch not-god it will be too close."

Hob has turned an alarming shade of red, but he isn't looking at Jo... he is staring over her shoulder.

"Constantine." Well. Fuck. She turns her head and meets unearthly blue eyes. "While I am sure Hob appreciates your absolute confidence in his ability to seduce me to the extent that he will, as you so crudely put it, stick his dick in me." Hob makes a choked noised behind her. "I regret to inform you," Dream of the Endless leans forward over the bar and into Johanna Constantine's personal space, "that I am a top."

(Thanks to @karalynlovescake for reminding me of the Eddie Izzard bit about Engelbert Humperdinck and making this spiral from there.)

[inkspiredwriting]

Timeless

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: None

The sun cast long shadows over the courtyard of the Umbrella Academy, painting the aging walls in hues of gold and crimson. Number Five stood alone, his eyes fixed on the Horizon as he sipped his coffee. The bitter taste was a small comfort in the maelstrom of his thoughts. He had faced countless dangers, traveled through time, and fought to save the world more times than he cared to remember, yet nothing compared to the turmoil within his heart.

Y/N had been a constant in his life since he had returned from the apocalypse. She was his best friend, his confidant, and the one person who saw through the gruff exterior he presented to the world. She was a whirlwind of joy and spontaneity, a stark contrast to his calculated and often cynical demeanor. But beneath the teenage exterior of Number Five was the soul of a man who had lived for decades. He was in love with her, and it tormented him daily.

“Brooding again, I see,” Klaus’s voice broke through his reverie. Number Five glanced sideways to see his brother approaching, a knowing smile on his face.

“What do you want, Klaus?” Five asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

Klaus flopped down on the bench beside him, twirling a lollipop he had found God-knows-where. “Oh, nothing much. Just noticed you’ve been staring into the distance a lot lately. Thought you might need someone to talk to. Or at least someone to listen while you pretend you don’t need to talk.”

Five rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. Klaus had an uncanny ability to get under his skin, yet he was also the only one who could see through his masks. They sat in silence for a moment, the air heavy with unspoken words.

“It’s about Y/N, isn’t it?” Klaus finally said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

Five’s grip tightened around his coffee cup. “What makes you say that?”

Klaus shrugged, but his eyes were serious. “You’ve changed since she came into your life. You’re... softer, more human. And you’ve got that look, the one people get when they’re hopelessly in love.”

Five’s laugh was hollow. “It doesn’t matter. She can never know.”

“Why not? You deserve to be happy, Five.”

Five turned to face him, his expression pained. “Look at me, Klaus. I’m trapped in a sixteen-year-old’s body. Y/N is thirty-five. Even if she could see past the physical, what kind of life could we have?”

Klaus placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Love isn’t about what’s on the outside. Y/N cares about you for who you are. And if she’s truly your friend, she might surprise you.”

Five shook his head. “I can’t risk it. If she knew how I felt, it would change everything. I’d rather have her as a friend than not at all.”

Klaus sighed, knowing there was little he could do to change Five’s mind. “Just promise me one thing, okay? Don’t close yourself off completely. You deserve a chance at happiness, no matter how complicated it is.”

Five nodded, appreciating his brother’s words even if he couldn’t fully accept them. “Thanks, Klaus.”

Days turned into weeks, and Five continued to bury his feelings, throwing himself into his work with the Academy. Y/N remained a constant, her laughter and light a balm to his weary soul. They spent their evenings in her small apartment, poring over old records and debating the finer points of history. Her presence was a comfort, even if it also served as a reminder of what he could never have.

One evening, as they sat together on her couch, the atmosphere shifted. Y/N turned to him, her eyes searching his face. “You’ve been distant lately, Five. Is everything okay?”

He forced a smile. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” she said softly, placing a hand on his arm.

The warmth of her touch sent a jolt through him, and he looked away, afraid she might see the truth in his eyes. “I know, Y/N. Thank you.”

She studied him for a moment longer, then sighed, leaning back. “Just remember, you’re not alone. You’ve got me, and the rest of the Academy. We’re family.”

Family. The word hung heavy in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the lines he could never cross. He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I know. And I’m grateful for that.”

As the night wore on, Klaus’s words echoed in his mind. Maybe one day he would find the courage to tell Y/N how he felt, to risk the friendship they had built for the chance at something more. But for now, he would continue to love her from a distance, cherishing the moments they shared and the light she brought into his life.

For Number Five, time had always been both an ally and an enemy. And as he watched Y/N laugh at one of Klaus’s ridiculous jokes during a family dinner, he knew that no matter what the future held, he would treasure every second he had with her.

Because in the end, love was timeless, and so was his devotion to her.

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The third wife of rhaenyra targaryen.|| rhaenyra targaryen x black!fem reader

In the five years since Queen Rhaenyra The Conqueror, Bringer of New Valyria, triumphed over the usurper without losing a single dragon, the realm is at peace. Having no need of husbands and taking two other wives, Queen Alicent and Queen Mysaria, the dragon queen is in need of a third and final wife to rule the seven kingdoms at her side.

You were just a girl from nowhere, watching the sky fill with dragons at peace, destined to be a scullery maid in a vicious household and the future wife of a ratcatcher until fate and blood decide your future for you. 

History will remember Rhaenyra Targaryen as the great unifier, the second coming of Visenya Targaryen who brought another golden age of dragons out of war. But they will sing songs of you, the smallfolk who ascended to fire and blood as the queen’s favorite, the one they tried to kill so many times, the third wife of rhaenyra targaryen.

Some notes: Aegon, Aemond, and Daemon are dead but their dragons were saved, and Otto Hightower and Criston Cole spontaneously combusted, I don’t know what to tell yall. Luke lived, Jace lived, Helaena lived, Jaehaerys lived, Baela and Rhaena are happy goddammit.  During the short war, Rhaenyra married Mysaria and one year after the dance of dragons ended, she also married Alicent.

Some other notes: This is dark and I drew some inspiration from Cinderella and Hurrem Sultan (the fictional representation of her from the show's magnificent century but nobody I know watches that show). Rhaenyra is in her thirties and reader is in her twenties. 

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

This chapter contains smut, MINORS DNI

Chapter Four: Hunger.

 Your mother held you so tight you felt like you were going to break in two.

       “I thought they were taking me to your body, not the keep itself. You left on foot this morning and before nightfall here comes a carriage picking me up, a carriage! What have you been up to, my girl? I’ll have the truth out of you and nothing else, queen or not.”

Confessing to murder is best done sitting between your mother’s legs as she oils your scalp and pulls your braids back into a bun. She doesn’t even falter once you get to the murder, just kisses the top of your head.

   “I’ve known you before you knew you which means I know you don’t go around hurting anyone. If it wasn’t you it would have been someone else, that fancy lady has half of the flea bottom girls working for her until she avoids them or worse when she can’t pay them, you’re just the first to do something about it.”

  “Why are you so calm?” You asked. Your mother sighed and took a seat on the floor next to you, an arm around your shoulder.

  “The idea of me going without had you stand before the dragon queen and win a place at her side. In a matter of hours, you’ve taken your life back from that monster and now you’re to be the wife of Queen Rhaenyra. The Gods have had a hand in these proceedings my love, but you have shaped them.”

   “What happens now?”

   “Now, we live. Not survive, live.”

In the chambers of The Small Council, the dragon queen’s grip tightened on Dark Sister, her patience tested by the two remaining men at her table. 

       “The Great Houses expected you to take one of their daughters, Your Grace.  They will not take lightly to being slighted and raising up a common girl.”

      “And what, exactly, is wrong about being common?” Mysaria asked with a rueful smile in Rhaenyra’s direction.  Rhaenyra reached under the table and rubbed Mysaria’s thigh, giving the men fifteen seconds too many.

       “The smallfolk are still recovering from the war. We are at peace but they are still in need of the crown’s help. We shall give it by feeding them, giving them shelter, and by raising up one of their own. Should the other houses take issue, they need only be reminded of the knee they bent and whom they serve. In fact, as your last acts on my council, you will go to them and refresh their memory on why they do not rest on a bed of ashes.” Rhaenyra said.

   “Your Grace if I may-

   “ You may not, Ser Alfred and as your last act, you will join him. You are both dismissed.”

The chambers emptied after that and Rhaenyra took Mysaria onto her lap, kissing the back of her neck, kneading her breast with one hand and the other..busy.

     “Shall I report on what I have found on your bride or would you like to continue, Your Grace?” Mysaria asked.

Rhaenyra removed the ringed fingers from within her mistress of whispers, sucking on them one by one.

    “And what has my star found?”

Mysaria shifted on Rhaenyra’s lap, wrapping her legs around the dragon queen.

  “She worked at a cabbage stall as a child till she learned to sew. Got kicked out her first household at seven for sneaking and listening to the daughter’s lessons so she could learn to read and write so her overtired mother wouldn’t have to worry about teaching her. She’s taken any work she can find since then to keep her mother safe and fed. Her last employer, a destitute Lannister lady was found dead but none of it leads to her.”

     “And what do you think of her?” Rhaenyra asked, kissing up and down Mysaria’s neck.

  “I think she is untested and tenderhearted but will do anything to keep her mother alive. She can be molded, motivated, and a far better seat on the council than Ser Alfred. Most importantly, she has known hunger. That sort of pain never leaves your eyes, and she’ll do anything to never know it again.”

 “And do you think she can be trusted?”

  “Do you trust her?” Mysaria posed the question right back at her wife, leaning back to look Rhaenyra in the eye.

  “I believe that I can and would rather see her at our side than someone whose house would use them to try and usurp me. She will be raised up and those that disagree will be met with fire and blood.”

Mysaria kissed her queen softly and slowly, sucking on her top lip.

  “Then we shall crown her for all to see.”

Dinner would be served soon yet Rhaenyra found herself outside your door, about to knock when she heard you swearing on the old gods and the new.  Swinging open the door, Rhaenyra found you contorting yourself in an attempt to do the laces on the back of the extravagant gown you had been gifted.

 The blood red sparkled against your dark skin and Rhaenyra could not look away.

“Oh no, am I late, Your Grace? I’m so sorry-“

“You will be a queen in two days time, apologies at every turn will be beneath you. Come, let me help you.” Rhaenyra said, holding out her hand towards you. You took it, standing in front of the mirror as she adjusted your smallclothes better to fit beneath the ornate gown.

 “May I ask you a question, Rhaenyra?”

 “You can ask me anything you like.”

“Why do they call you The Bringer of New Valyria?”

Rhaenyra did not falter from her work doing up the tiny laces of the gown, tightening them slowly.

  “Since I sat the throne I’ve started to rebuild King’s Landing to better fit its people using the gold seized during the blockade to restore the keep and homes in King’s Landing. Those who do not particularly like what I’m doing have called King’s Landing ‘New Valyria’ as if to doom it before it begins in full to scorn me, but I welcome it.” Rhaenyra explained, deft fingers moving along your back.

Once finished, you turned around to face her with a smile.

“How do I look?” You asked and couldn’t stop yourself from giving a small spin that brought a laugh to her lips.

 “Every inch a queen.” Rhaenyra said and you watched as the smile shifted from content to ravenous.

The dragon queen was beneath the gown she had taken the time to put on in seconds, tongue to your clit, lapping you up like fresh milk.

 “My queen, we’ll be late for dinner.” You managed to choke out but Rhaenyra simply kissed you.

“I’m the protector of the realm, we shall dine when I wish to dine, sweet one.” 

 You let yourself go, kissing the queen back roughly, ripping at her bodice and the laces of her own gown, gracing her skin with kisses from nose to navel. She leveraged her weight against you and you both fell onto your new bed.

  To make love to Rhaenyra Targaryen was a holy act, therefore you would sit upon her face and pray. The dragonrider welcomed your weight without complaint, mouth to your pussy with honor and such precision you held onto the headboard like reins.

With her hands on your thighs, you came quick and hard, letting the queen up for air, crawling down her body till your head was between her legs, alternating between tongue and fingers, pumping in and out till Rhaenyra’s back arched.

You never did make it to dinner.

Nor did you break your fast the following morning with the queen in your bed again, again, and again.

But bliss ended quickly for on the following day, the day you were to wed Rhaenyra, it began to rain. 

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Quiet My Fears (With The Touch Of Your Hand) Ch. 2

Steve Harrington x f!reader

Description: You have this amazing talent of knocking the wind right out of Steve's chest with words alone.

Warnings: pregnant!reader, mentions of being sick (among other scarier pregnancy symptoms), language

Word Count: 3614

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Rain slammed against the window panes of the Harrington house like bullets. The cold seeped through the walls and ate straight through Steve’s pajamas, and the cup of coffee in his hands was doing little to remedy it. There was zero hint of sun in the sky, it seemed like there would be none all day, and Steve was really regretting coming out from under his covers. 

Steve had only slept in his own house three times over the past two weeks; he’d made quite the home for himself on your couch, living out of a backpack of clothes he’d stuck in the corner of your living room. You had asked him not to leave you alone, and what kind of man would he be if he had said no to that? He probably wouldn’t even have been able to, anyway.

He didn’t know if he would be allowed to sleep in your bed with you, and he had been too afraid to ask. 

While his father never really bothered to care where his son was, and his mother trusted him enough to let him do his own thing most of the time, he was still expected to show his face at home every once in a while. He’d been stuck with the closing shift last night (even though it was outside of his availability, so thanks for that, Keith), and he knew you’d be fast asleep by the time he made it back to your apartment. You’d called the store after you got home at the much more reasonable hour of six thirty. ‘I think I can live with being alone for tonight’ you’d told him. ‘I’ve got a paper to write, anyway.’ 

Fuck, Steve really needed a better job. Preferably one that paid him more and wasn’t open until eleven p.m. on a Thursday night. 

You worked a big girl job at the Roane County Historical Society museum. You were just a secretary, but you had a salary, insurance, and all that other grown up stuff. Nine to five, four days a week, and they helped with your college tuition, too. Come May, you’d have a History degree and a teaching certification, and word on the street said Hawkins Middle was about to have a need for a  new History teacher. Unlike him, you had the perfect five year plan laid out right in front of you. 

Y’know, as long as Steve hadn’t ruined it for you. 

By the time he woke up on Friday, his father was long gone. It was nearing one in the afternoon, and the big empty house felt extra big and extra empty today. Steve glanced out the window as he poured a second cup of coffee and saw the rain collecting in the bottom of the long-since drained pool in his backyard. A handful of stray leaves sat mixed with the rainwater, some stuck in a brown mass on the bottom, some floating lazily atop the puddle. 

He was startled out of his trance by his mother’s voice and nearly dropped his full mug.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she said as she walked into the kitchen, heels clicking along the tiles. “Or, good afternoon, rather.”

Meredith Harrington was the opposite of her husband in more ways than anyone could count. She actually enjoyed spending time with her child, for one, but there had never been an angry bone in her body. She wasn’t immune to frustration, or worry, but it was never unfounded. Yet still, for every wild flame of rage that shot from her husband's mouth, she counteracted with calmness. Or, more accurately, quiet, fearful resignation. Her husband never put his hands on her or their son, but Steve could always tell that she had spent her whole marriage walking on eggshells, waiting for the terrifying moment that he did, as if it was a simple inevitability. 

Steve loved his mom, but fuck, he wished she would just stand up for herself for once.

“God, Mom, you scared me,” Steve responded, leaning against the counter. 

“I do live here, too, y’know,” she poked back with a smile. “When did you get so jumpy?”

If she ever found out the real answer to that question, she would probably never let her son out of her sight ever again.

“Haven’t seen much of you these last couple weeks,” his mother observed. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” he insisted. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. She put the pocketbook she was holding down on the marble countertop of the island and crossed the room to lean against it, opposite her son. “I can tell, there’s far too much going on in that big head of your’s.”

Steve snorted at the well meaning insult. 

“It’s nothing mom, I promise.”

“Come on now, you know I don’t buy that,” his mother asked with arms crossed. “Talk to me, kid.” 

“I-I don’t know.” Steve was absolutely, in no way, ready to talk about any of what was going through his head, especially to his mom. ‘You might be a grandma come September’ wasn’t really something he could just drop in the middle of casual conversation.

“Is it a girl, maybe?”

Steve’s quiet was proof enough that his mother was, at least partially, right. She gave her son a knowing smile.

“Tell me it’s not Nancy again, right?” she asked. Meredith was generally a pretty forgiving woman, but Nancy had really broken her son’s heart. So, while she would always show nothing but kindness to the eldest of the Wheeler children, she didn’t have to like her. 

“Oh, no. Definitely not,” Steve assured. “That ship sailed a long, long time ago.” 

“Good,” she replied. “Will I ever get to meet this mystery girl?”

Steve just shrugged, deciding it best to omit the fact that the “mystery girl” had lived across the street for eighteen years and swam in their pool every summer for a decade.

“You should invite her over for dinner some time,” his mother said. She leaned forward and pulled a piece of errant lint off of Steve’s shoulder with perfectly manicured nails. “I’ll roast a chicken. It’ll be nice.”

“She doesn’t eat chicken.”

“She doesn’t eat chicken?” she parroted back. “What kind of person doesn’t eat chicken?”

“She’s a vegetarian, mom,” he explained. 

“Ah,” his mom accepted. “Then I’ll make that broccoli cheddar casserole you like. You know, the one I make during Lent every year? Think she’d like that?”

“Yeah, I think she would.” Steve was trying his best to hide his smile, though he wasn’t doing it all that well.

“Alrighty.” She patted her son’s shoulder as she walked past him and gathered her purse. “Well, I have to go run some errands. You’re more than welcome to join me if you’d like.”

“No, thanks.”

“Right. You’re much too cool to tag along with mom to the grocery store. How could I have forgotten?”

“No! No, it’s not that, I-”

“I’m joking, Steve,” she assured with a smile. “Make sure that cup ends up in the dishwasher, okay? Not just in the sink.” 

“Dishwasher. Got it.”

“I love you! Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone!”

With that, the heavy front door shut and Steve was plunged into the silence of deserted suburbia. 

You were at work, he had the day off with no plans, and the idea of being at all productive sounded absolutely exhausting. He finished his coffee in two big gulps and decided the best way to spend the day would be to crawl right back into bed and wallow in his feelings.

Steve had, very much on purpose, kept most of his thoughts about your current situation to himself. Partially because every time you two did start talking about it, you ended up a slushy pile of tears in his arms. The other reason, though, the bigger reason, was that he was terrified that you would put all of your own wants and wishes to the side and do whatever he wanted you to. The concept of you having a baby you didn’t want just to appease him made him sick to his stomach.

His parents only got married because his mom ended up pregnant at nineteen, and having a baby out of wedlock in 1967 was a social sin of the highest order. So they planned a wedding in two weeks time (a small family affair, exclusively to save face and avoid the questions that arise with courthouse ceremonies), and moved into a big, fancy house so that everyone knew the Harringtons were a normal, run-of-the-mill, perfect American family. His father loved to point out all of the things he didn’t get to do all because Steve came along and got in the way, and his mother. . . 

She loved him. He knew that. He also knew that she had to pack up her life to play house with a man she was always a little bit afraid of, all because of him. His father always resented him for it, but his mom never did. At the very least, she never told him she did. 

The thought of doing to you what his father did to his mom absolutely fucking terrified him, but ‘terrified’ had been his baseline state of being pretty much constantly over the past two weeks.

Steve was no stranger to fear. He’d had extensive experience with the feeling; that sharp heaviness that settled itself behind his ribs and sucked every drop of oxygen out of his lungs. When it came at him hard and fast, that was when he could handle it best. This was not that. This fear was slow and achy, all-encompassing. It sealed itself onto his bones, like some sort of emotional slime. Like a fungus.

And, honestly, most of that fear was for you, not him. The worst thing that could happen to him was that he could end up being a shitty father, and while he would hate that more than pretty much anything in the entire world, it did sort of pale in comparison to your worst case scenario. You could die.

Yeah, maybe he was being a little bit dramatic, but you still could. It wasn’t all that far outside of the realm of possibility. You were already horribly sick, you had been for the past few weeks, and while you had been taking the constant nausea and incessant dizzy spells like a fuckin’ champ, it wasn’t like a positive attitude would be able to save you if you started hemorrhaging. 

Steve really hoped, for your sake, that you had yet to go down this train of thought, but he knew you most likely had. As terrified for you as he was, he understood that you were probably feeling all of it tenfold.

And yet, behind all of that, he was having a very difficult time squashing that tiny inkling of reckless hope that had been planted in the back of his head. He was still a 21 year old dick-head who had zero business taking care of a baby, and he definitely wasn’t allowed to be excited about it. For, like, a million different reasons.

Eventually, he fell back into a heavy-limbed sleep, but was woken up however many hours later by the shrill ring of the phone. A bleary eyed glance at the clock on his bedside table told him it was just passed six o’clock. His mother should be back by now, right? He let it ring.

 A moment passed, and it rang once more. He debated for a moment if he even had the right to answer it anymore, but he begrudgingly pulled himself out of bed and picked it up anyway.

“Harrington Residence,” he grumbled, hoping whoever was on the other side could tell how frustrated he was to be awake. 

“Steve?” Your voice came through the line. It was strained, and he heard you trying your best to disguise the sobs coming from your throat. “It’s me.”

“Hey, woah, what’s going on? What happened?” he questioned, any annoyance gone. 

“Are you able to come pick me up?” you stuttered out between sniffles. “I’m at work. I-I have a flat tire.”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course I can,” he said.  

“Okay.”

“I’m on my way, alright? Five minutes, tops,” he told you. He had the earpiece of the phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder, and the cord was stretched as far as it could go to reach into his bedroom as he haphazardly swapped his flannel pajama bottoms for a pair of jeans.

“Thank you.” Another sob.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he insisted. “Hang tight, I’ll be right there.”

The rain had slowed back to a dismal drizzle that splashed into the puddles stretched across Steve’s driveway. The drive to the museum was usually short, but the evening rush (as if the barely-there Hawkins traffic could ever be called that) slowed him down just enough for it to be annoying. The museum had officially closed an hour ago, though stray patrons and evening administrative duties usually kept you back after hours. 

Steve saw you shivering underneath the awning that hung over the front doors, comparable to a lost kitten stuck in a thunderstorm. The shoulders of your sweater were soaked through, and as Steve pulled into the parking lot and stopped his car, he could see the angry black rivers of runny mascara that dribbled down your face. 

“What the hell are you doing waiting for me out here in the rain?” Steve asked as he jogged up to where you were standing. He removed his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Why aren’t you inside? It’s freezing.”

“That creepy research assistant is in there and I hate being in the same room as him when there’s nobody else around,” you choked out, syllables broken up by wracking sobs. 

“Alec?” Steve asked, and you nodded. He pulled you tightly against him before adding, “I’ll fuckin’ kill him.”

“Please don’t do that,” you squeaked. 

“Let’s change your tire, huh?” Steve said, though he made no move to let you go. “Do you have the spare?”

“That-” your words were cut off by a pitiful sniffle. “That is the spare.”

“Of course it is,” Steve sighed, though he most certainly should not have, because it just spurred on more crying from you. “Hey, it’s alright. I can take you home and we can get a new tire on it in the morning, okay?”

“I just had a really bad day,” you wept into his shoulder.

“I know, baby. It’s okay.”

“I spilled the hottest tea in the universe all over my legs,” you croaked. Steve winced at the image. 

“I’m sorry,” he said into the top of your head.

“And since it was so hot, I accidentally said ‘motherfucker’ in front of a tour group that consisted exclusively of second graders!” you added. Steve would have laughed at that if you weren’t so wildly upset. “And Creepy Alec was being creepy all day long-”

“My offer still stands.”

“And then I came out here and my fucking tire was fucking flat!” you exclaimed, punctuated by another bout of wailing, the kind that made your whole body shake and your voice stutter. Steve took it the best he could, petting the back of your head and holding you tight, wishing he could go into your brain and dig all of the bad bits out. 

“Let me get you home, and we can get you into some dry clothes and deal with your car in the morning, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimpered. 

Steve let you go, but when he went to pull you along to his car so the pair of you could leave, you stayed planted right where you were. You lifted your watery eyes to meet his, and he gazed at you from where he stood.

“Steve?” you quietly asked him. 

“Yeah?” Steve responded. A silence fell between the two of you, though the lazy rain and evening downtown traffic poked holes through it.

“I wanna keep the baby.”

You had this amazing talent of knocking the wind right out of his chest with only words alone.

“That-” came out of fucking nowhere, holy shit!, he didn’t add. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you muttered over a wobbly lip.

Steve was paralyzed. The soles of his shoes had been superglued to the pavement and his arms had been turned to stone. It was somehow both exactly what he did and did not want to hear all at the same time, because deep down in his gut he knew he wanted that too, but there was a laundry list of reasons why it was a bad idea, why it was irresponsible, why it was maybe everything he ever wanted, and- 

“Steve, if you don’t want to do this, that's okay, but I need you to tell me. Now.” Your voice, shaky and full of fear and yet so, so determined, pulled him up and away from his thoughts once again. 

“I do!” he exclaimed, maybe with a bit too much fervor. He regained his ability to move and closed the gap between the two of you in one wide step. “I do.”

You stood silent with your glassy eyes staring bullets into his. 

“Look, I’m gonna start talking, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop, so if it gets to be too much, just shut me up, okay?” Steve said. He brought his hands up to grace your shoulders.

“What?” you questioned, confusion laced throughout your miserable expression.

Steve had spent the last three and a half years doing everything he could to drown out the sounds of his feelings for you, and Robin was right. It was destroying his brain. 

“I’m really, really in love with you,” he said. “And I have been for a really, really long time. Since way before this, fuck, since before Starcourt, and I’m so fucking sorry for not having the guts to say it until now. I’m the universe’s biggest coward for that-”

“You are not a coward!”

“-And I know you deserve better, but for some reason that still eludes me, you’ve stuck with me through all the bullshit, anyway. You could’ve run away whenever you wanted to, you could’ve gone with your parents when they left, but you didn’t, and that has to mean something, right?”

“Steve,” you wept.

“I promise, there is nothing in this world that I want more than to do this with you, alright? Not a single fucking thing,” he assured you. “I meant what I said. Holding your hand the whole time.”

Steve took your trembling hand into his own, fingers fitting together like lock and key. 

“If you’ll have me,” he added.

Your lips wobbled, you let out another shattered sob, and you kissed him like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Like you would drop dead right on the spot if not for his lips on yours. Steve kissed back, because he knew he would drop dead if he didn’t, and now he had tears to match your own.

“I’m really, really in love with you, too,” you blubbered after the pair of you pulled apart. You had a hand on either side of his face, fingers ghosting over the junction of his jawline and neck, and Steve had his wrapped delicately around each wrist.

“You really wanna do this?” Steve asked you. “You really mean it? You’re not just saying it?”

“I really mean it,” you said definitively. You were still very much crying, though you were infinitely less miserable than you had been five minutes ago. The pair of you stayed swaying in each other's arms, protecting each other from the cold.

“Good, because I really mean it, too,” he responded. 

The thick, foggy haze of emotion was beginning to dwindle, and despite the warm bubble of affection the two of you had created, you were still standing out in the rain. And Steve was pretty sure he could see Creepy Alec spying on them through one of the second story windows.

“Let’s go home. I’ll make you dinner,” Steve murmured to you, and you nodded in agreement. 

Steve drove you both back to your apartment and made a feast of plain scrambled eggs and buttered toast, because it was all your stomach could really handle right now. Turns out, he very much was allowed to sleep in your bed with you, and after he’d finished doing the dishes in the sink, he joined you under the pile of blankets that adorned your mattress. Your cat curled itself up at the end of the bed as you drew yourself into his side. He didn’t remember you being this cuddly, but it was a change he was more than happy to welcome.

After a few minutes, when he’d thought you had fallen asleep, your voice pierced through the quiet of your bedroom.

“You’re gonna be someone's dad,” you muttered into his pajamas. Fuck. He was, wasn’t he?

“You’re gonna be someone’s mom,” he shot back.

“Weird,” you responded. “I think you’ll be really good at it.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm. Definitely.”

And of course Steve was still fucking terrified. Terrified of the monsters, and of his dad, and of all the different ways this could go south, but he had you tucked up against his chest, and he was gonna be someone’s dad, and he couldn’t really bring himself to care about any of the scary stuff. In this moment, for the first time in as long as Steve could really remember, the underlying current of fear that ran along his thoughts was finally overpowered by just how much he fucking adored you.

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