#god hes so slimy and goopy

[convallariacrow]

Team Bolas my beloved ♥️

[poisoned-pearls]

for the oc ask game.. food for nami? and also can she cook?

Food: What is your twst OC's favorite and least favorite food? Why (optional)? Is there anyone they can share their favorite food? Is there anyone they can count on to take over the food they dislike?

Nami’s favorite food is definitely any kind of fried fish, but shellfish like lobsters, and oysters!! That and Jamil’s curry, but that’s more along of a specific thing she likes compared to favorite food. (She also eats octopus, bc most octopi Would eat another if they had the chance) she really dislikes more Tunafish mixes though. The weirdly slimy ones. Her fish has to either be raw, like sushi or the shit she catches out in the wild, fried, or grilled. It has to be kinda crunchy, and absolutely NOT mixed with a goopy sauce. Tuna itself isn’t horrible to her but the moment it’s in one of those bags she hatesss it.

she ADORES feeding other people, genuinely she finds it very enjoyable, but she doesn’t often share her food. Usually it’s gone before people realize because she eats fast (which was bc as a kid she was so busy it was like, common practice for her to inhale food), but she’ll share food with Enzi, Maisyn and Nesryn, and her parents.

And funnily enough- her cat. She’ll toss any tuna her way and let her feast on it.

And yes!!! She can cook VERY well!! Jamil and Azul (who btw I refuse to say is a bad cook dude just like, is acting like he isn’t) raised a hell of a cook. Honest to god she could win any competition if she tried.

[croissantatwaitrose]

Today marks the 1 year anniversary of this blog, so to celebrate, for the first time in AGES… HERE’S A FIC!

Nothin too special or original.. just some giant!slime happening to find a tiny!quackity and uh… yeah y’all know the drill ☺️

C/Ws: vore, sorta fearplay, mouthplay blah blah blah all of that

Great. Just fantastic. Of course he managed to piss off all the wrong people, and get himself shrunk down. Quackity sighed. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened, and knowing his luck? It sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. He hoped, even with his shit luck, that he wouldn’t run into any of the wrong people, ones he’d pissed off or not. In fact, he had just decided that he did not want to see anybody until he had returned to his normal height, which was convenient timing to hear that familiar enthusiastic voice behind him.

“Hello Quackity from Las Nevadas! …you are Quackity from Las Nevadas, right?” The one time he did not want to see Slime. Again. Just fantastic. Quackity turned around to see the goopy man kneeling down to get a good look at him.

“Oh good! I knew it was you!” Quackity did admire how, no matter the circumstances, Slime always had that bright sparkle of life in his eye, even behind glasses. It never faded away, and it was the one thing that made him look remotely human. Still, as much as he admired the good spirits the slime hybrid possessed, he’d have to crush them here and now.

The thing was, Quackity had, in the little time and privacy that he got, researched on Slime’s species after the last time he’d been shrunk, and Slime had been acting oddly around him. He’d found out that slime hybrids were prone to experiencing intense predatory instincts, especially towards those of smaller species. What that essentially meant was Slime could and would eat him then and there, mercilessly. Slime wouldn’t have any idea what he was doing either, and slime hybrids, when they spot a vulnerable prey, intentionally or not, could very easily persuade that prey into doing exactly what they want. He didn’t exactly fear Slime, but he knew he needed to stay away from him.

“Look, Slime. I need to be away from people until this stupid fucking potion wears off. No offence, but that still most definitely includes you, and I hate to say it ‘n all, but especially you.” Slime frowned, not really understanding.

“But… you need me to take you back to Las Nevadas, don’t you? I mean, it’d take ages for you to get anywhere at that height!”

There it was, Quackity noted. The subtle persuasion. And although he hated to say it, Slime was right. Where they were currently? Ages away from anywhere, and that problem would be quintupled for Quackity.

“I… suppose you’re right. Take me back with you then.” Quackity tried to ignore his own instincts screaming to run away as he climbed onto the slime hybrid’s hand. To his slight surprise though, Slime didn’t act upon any instinct he may or may not have been having either, and instead walked at a leisurely pace while babbling about god-knows-what.

Quackity took that as an opportunity to get lost in his own thoughts. Well, he was certainly having thoughts of jumping off Slime’s palm, but that would even more certainly break every bone in his body if he did so. So he ruled that possibility out. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d manage to get all the way back to Las Nevadas without being eaten - or better yet - until he was back to his normal height. Quackity didn’t want to just wait to see how things played out, but it was pretty much the only thing he could do.

He had been lost in his thoughts for so long that he hadn’t even noticed his slimy companion going silent. His walking had slowed a little, too.

“You okay-”

Slime quickly cut him off.

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have someone inside of you, Quackity?” No use of full name. Definitely suspicious. He scoffed nervously.

“Depends uh… what type you mean.”

“I think you know exactly what I mean.”

There was a long pause.

“I suppose not.. not really. No.”

“I think about it a lot, Quackity.” His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Was there a point in asking me this?”

Slime suddenly tightened and readjusted his grip, holding Quackity tightly in his fist. The duck man had the air knocked out of him, now he could barely breathe at all.

“S-slime please let me go- you have no idea what you’re doing!”

“Sure. I can let you go.”

Slime held Quackity over his mouth. It was then that the winged man noticed that the slime hybrid was drooling. Panic swept over him in that moment. How long had he been suppressing this??

“Oh shit- not like that!” Quackity yelled out, but it was already too late. Slime had already dropped him in his mouth. And it was a lot more… wet than he had expected - but then again - he wasn’t sure what he had expected anyway.

He didn’t have time to ask himself that, though, as the even wetter tongue immediately assaulted him: spinning him around, licking him all over, pinning him to the roof of his mouth - Slime was clearly enjoying himself. The loud rumbling of the slime hybrid’s stomach made him even more nervous. He couldn’t taste that good… could he?

Things were going quite fast though. Before he knew it, he was being swallowed to the growling depths below. He tried to squirm frantically, but it made no difference, other than making Slime purr. Was Slime walking now? Maybe. Quackity couldn’t really tell. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of there. He didn’t even know how safe he was, but based off of the situation at hand, he assumed that he wasn’t safe at all.

He chose to fight back rather than wait to find out. He shoved at a stomach wall, but all that happened was his hand going into the stomach wall. Quackity hadn’t even considered that was possible. He would’ve thought that was cool, if it weren’t for the fact he was incredibly scared for his life.

What wasn’t cool was that he could feel Slime patting at him. The fuck? Did he really have to rub it in (punintended 😛)?

So he was trapped in here and he couldn’t struggle? Fantastic.

~~~woo timeskip of 2 hours my bestie~~~

After what seemed like decades later, the walking stopped, then a slight gravity shift occurred. Quackity hadn’t even noticed or cared, he was just so bored of being trapped in this little space. Around ten minutes passed with nothing happening. Then, a hand plunged into Slime’s stomach, and poked around until it found the duck man. This, Quackity did notice. The hand grabbed him, and it was then that Quackity realised it wasn’t a hand at all, but a paw. A fox paw. Fundy had come to save him? How did he even know Quackity was there?

Fundy not-so-gently yanked Quackity out of there. Fundy’s paw and the whole of the duck man were coated in green slime. He patted Fundy’s paw as a non-verbal thanks, before looking around for Slime. He was asleep on a chair. Bastard.

(We are NOT going to talk about how I didn’t proofread this… okay)

[nerves-nebula]

It would be so much worse if he was a slug. Slugs are goopy. Sticky. Very slimy.

Donnie would have sensory nightmares every time he touches Splinter (Mikey too, probably), and I don’t really wanna touch on how Splinter being partially liquid might be bad for Leo and Raph

PLEASEEE i can't tell u how fucked up that would be because i personally have issues with goop/slimy textures that are at least partially related to past trauma (use ur imagination) but. GOD. FUCK. GOD NO. PLEASE.

even i have my limits and i think my limits in this case are Slug Sexual Predator. it makes me shiver AAAUGHH

[chibipsycho-v3]

Goobert for the ask meme?

Goobert, my slimy friend~

Goobert

[First impression] I'm fairly certain my entire thought process went like this: Oh- Why is this guy just called 'Failure?' What did he do? He's in constant pain and now I feel super bad. I'll help you, new squishy friend. Thank you for giving me advice!

[Impression now] I love the goopy boi. He needs all the hugs and a good pain-dampening spell. Just let me straighten his jaunty wizard hat and call him a good artist, please. ... And give him a peck on the cheek and hope we both don't melt out of nerves.

[Favorite moment] Definitely when you find him in his little goopy pocket dimension and he immediately is like, 'Why are you here? Wait, look at this painting; I hope you like it.' And if you keep looking at it, it lifts his spirits enough to actually show Magnificus. Love and praise for slime mage!

[Idea for a story] It's less a story idea and more wishful thinking, but that doesn't mean I'm not thinking of writing it! I love the idea of setting up massive lengths of hamster tubing to run through the mage tower/any building really so that Goobert can get around with minimal discomfort. It has exits all over, don't worry! Magnificus standing disapprovingly as I use a hole saw in the corners of every room and I'm just like, "If you'd just relieve his pain, I wouldn't be tearing holes in your crap. Choose your poison, sir."

[Unpopular opinion] I'm really not sure of one, but the one I can think of is that... Goobert could be well aware of Magnificus' cruel intentions and doesn't really expect that the wizard will change his mind on their finals (read: punishments.) Goobert might be trying to convince himself that if he's just positive and holds out hope, that it'll make the thought of an end to all of the bad things a little sweeter... Even if it never comes. (Oh god, I just made myself sad. This unpopular opinion is unpopular even with me.)

[Favorite relationship] I'd say Goobert and his fellow mage pupils, but they really don't show them interacting in the game. I want to believe that Lonely Wizard carries with him both Goobert in his bottle and Pike Mage so that they can get to experience the world with him. As for shown relationships, it's gotta be with the Challenger. The more you interact with him as a player, the more positive he turns out! I guess Luke and Goobert are besties now because of me, lol.

[Favorite headcanon] Magnificus, after being humbled for all those years as the Stunted Wolf and having experienced the discomfort of being a card, decides to ease up on his students. Decrease Goobert's pain (if not change him back entirely) and give Pike Mage her body back. All of the students gather as a group to celebrate their newfound freedoms.

This was fun! Thank you for the ask, friend!

[mikhnovskykinnie]

idk if anybody's done this before but

@god-of-knees i'm fucking obsessed with his silly goopy slimy costume. i saw your posts, went to research, liked The Mystery, then went to YT to watch what is this all about(the GL lore). and i am fucking obsessed. sorry for following your footprints in hyperfixations but he looked so so tasty. yea. srry. you can have Him

[deutoplasmic]

ive never been to an onsen in china!! i would love to experience one tho

its ok i have a brother with terrible takes too i get it 😭 AND THATS CRAZY HDNDJD our politics are also painfully messy and i imagine with our senate elections coming up itll get messier,,,

LMAODKDJDJ theyre really dumb yea but its ok i love them 😁 OMG LMAO POOR Y/N I CAN IMAGINE THE STRESS 😭 he just looks at you with puppy eyes watching what you do,,, and youre like,,, youre never holding this knife ever again

PLSSS MAME AND JIN PARTNERS IN CRIME THOUGH,,, those two definitely ship y/n and takeru idk,,,

OMG DEINO,,, i love the pseudo legendaries so much (im a dragonite, goodra, and komo’o defender till the day i die) bonding with fengfan over the little dragons,,, you would have to pry bagon and deino apart after those two are besties now do not separate

omg another y/n scenario could be like,,, you have a kanto rapidash and ruki has a galarian rapidash,,, and you two just keep racing each other and are in a lot of friendly competition

or with yudai its like,, you have a but of a gremlin partner like a krookodile so yudai and krookodile go roughhouse while you and gallade have a tea party LMAODKDKD

NURSE JOY SHO OMG,,, OR BREEDER SHO,,,, bro probably runs the daycare and has a machamp help him pick up all the little babies when they run around

omg not to shoehorn dxteen but,,, shotaro running a little bakery with his partner swirlix,,, like everyone loves him and his lil friend as they do bread deliveries all around town,,, OR KOSHIN WITH HIS PARTNER CLEFAIRY AND HE DANCES WITH IT DURING FULL MOONS SO IT DOESNT FEEL LONELY,,,

they're lots of fun :thumbsup: though most of the time i'm pretty sure it's not actual geothermically heated spring water nor does it have minerals like selenium or whatever in it LOOOOOL

unfortunate twinning :handshake: but yeah average usa moment LMAO i hope your elections go well. like well enough so you guys arent totally done for. wait wasn't there this filipino politician who was murdered whilst taking a photo with his family (?) and got the shooter in the photo?? also isnt your main man in charge (im sorry i forgot if you call your leader guy a president or a pm or some other variant) literally the son of one of your other old leader guy :rofl: true nepotism. unrelated but your currency name is SO CUTE like yes guys i have some pesos!!!!!!!

they sound like such cuties.... what are their names?? and yeah no. youre at your wits end with this guy. you could also be overwhelmingly average in smartness but takumi sees you as like a genius bc you showed him how to open a car boot by using the fancy little button on his car keys and he was FLABBERGASTED no one's ever taught him how to do that before!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh yeah they so do. they do so bad it's crazy. mame starts alerting you about some danger so you run over to help him and. no. actually he's trapped you in some mysterious shack with takeru and it turns out jin did the same and god you sit there in solidarity for 5 seconds before you remember you two hate each other

omG i love goodra so much its such a slimy goopy friendly lil bro!!!!!! and dragonite is so cool........ i love kommo-o's first evolution jangmo-o so much its such a pouty pokemon free my bro.... wait you and fengfan could be the leaders of a dragon-type gym!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dragon type pokemon reserve!!!!!!!!!!

omg. omg. omg. youre so real for this. he could also have an alolan sandshrew too............... also you best bet you two keep tying but sometimes he lets you win and pretends to be a little bothered about it but actually he just likes how excited you are.................... he'd like stare at you when youre not looking kms...................

OK THATS SO FUNNY. i imagine yudai's gallade would be so composed and make the most fantastic green or oolong tea ever. he even like does the 洗茶 thing and all. you two occasionally look outside the window to see them rolling around in the grass and youre pretty sure yudai's shirt has acquired multiple grass stains.........

SHO WITH A MACHAMP ITS SO REAL. he probably took it in after the breakdown of the illegal fighting ring it was in or smth and now they spend their days happily taking care of a bunch of baby pokemon....... sho probably taught it how to garden and now they have the prettiest front yard of the whole region.................

omg dont worry the lapone pokemon au is expanding. if we're talking shotaro bakery you can't forget the pokemon actually built out of bread fidough.... like it has literally got yeast for breath shotaro needs himself a lil bro like that!!!!!!! ALSO THE IDEA OF HIM RUNNING AROUND DELIVERING BREAD IS SO CUTE hes prolly from this tiny tiny tiny town where everyone knows each other and its just a normal thing to see him dashing off somewhere with his pokemon following him!!!!!!!

IM SO SANE ABOUT THIS. youre so right. hes for SURE got a clefairy. AND HE DEFINITELY DANCES WITH IT!!!!!!!! he definitely befriended a cleffa and like. he hung out with it every single day without fail. and on his birthday he got jumpscared when the power of friendship made it evolve!!!!!!!! ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also im peddling nalu with a marill. they live right next door to the beach and have a rollicking good time working at their fish and chippery every day...........

[dailydoseofselfcare]

Alright, I watched the first lord of the rings film for the first time in my life a couple weeks ago, here are some highlights. Tw for: spoilers for the first LOTR movie (Fellowship of the ring), discussions of: violence, drugs, swearing, and a lot of gay pining, also the use of the phrase “piss river” probably more often than is necessary

Elves: 👀👀👀👀👀

Oh dwarves also: 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Sounds like Sauron had daddy issues, or mommy issues

You might not feel thin if you had more than cake, jam, wine, and moldy cheese in your house

OH MY GOD ARE THEY DOUNT DRUGS

Ooooo I love the fireworks

Why does wizard man get all the history books and papers

How are the children supposed to learn not to repeat the past and die like a little bitch in a piss river if they can’t access the knowledge

At least fucking Frodo makes Gandalf tea god damn

Me @ the characters: HOLD HANDS

Isn’t this other wizard bitch evil. I feel like I remember that he’s evil and a backstabber.

Is there a dragon in these ones or do I gotta wait for hobbit

Ooooo scary glass orb

That’s what I thought you fucking bitch. Fuck you. Close your doors bitch that doesn’t mean you can’t get that fucking staff shoved up your ass. Shove that white orb down your fucking throat till you choke.

You spin me right round baby like a record baby right round round round

CORN. CROMCH. CROMCH THE CORN. ITS READY TO BE CROMCHED.

Oh my god the silly little video game is realistic to the movie? You do get chased around in a god damn corn field?

Bitches y’all are afraid of worms? (Friend: you’re afraid of lady bugs). Yeah but I don’t spend my 110 fucking years of life lolligagging with no shoes on through fields of ladybugs.

They really gave these bitches 0 weapons

Because a horse couldn’t jump 5 fucking feet into the river

Lotr horses weak compared to skyrims. Can’t even fly. 0/10.

These hobbits are so fucking stupid. Real white woman in a horror film vibes.

Whenever the chanting starts I can only think “Asmodeus, Satanus, Lucifer”

Have these bitches never heard of coal

Oh YUCK. DISGUSTING BIRTHING RITUAL. COVERED IN EARTH UTERUS. SLIMY.

[insert the sorry, mommy bit here]

There’s so many handsome men with long hair oh my god

“Still sharp” no shit Sherlock

Also the king of the elves is not daddy material

The elves’ city reminds me of fuckin markarth

Aragorn, that’s his name. Anyway his little smirk? Fantastic.

I’d like to have all their weapons, preferably at once. Take this as you will.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST BILBO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

Off we go, walking. Can’t wait till there’s giant spiders. Pretty scenery though. (Note: I describe all of the LOTR and Hobbit films as films where they walk in circles and do nothing but fight giant spiders)

Tbh I only trust Aragorn here. If shit happens with him later I will be devastated.

Ah yes two old men fighting through magical chants 100% the way to go

Have they really not gotten Frodo a pair of shoes yet Jesus Christ

The pony’s name is fucking Bill??? Everyone else has bomb ass names and the pony is Bill????

Sorry, Gimli, oh tentacles??? 👀. Anyway rip to your family. OH KRACKEN? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

“I have no memory of this place” me constantly, Gandalf, join the club

Oh that is a huge book

Big oof @ the clanking good job other hobbit

Cave troll: ugly. Not daddy material. Also did they use donkey noises for it?

Rest in piss to Frodo, at least you didn’t die in a piss river like that other bitch

All these men flinging and catching and holding each other while crossing a gap is pretty gay, ngl

Oh dragon? Dragonlike? Whip? Oh fuckin rip Gandalf.

Oh woods time? Is it spider time soon? OH MORE ELVES???

Oh pretty tree elf architecture I approve

Men? Crying at the beauty of a woman? Couldn’t be me.

Oh having a panic attack bc of voices in your head? Me too, dude

Yeah this elf woman? Bad vibes. Creepy.

Why is this one still covered in goopy earth placenta. Give this bitch a bath he has to smell horrible.

Okay how the fuck does the math work out if the human king was 3000 years ago, his son took the ring, died in piss river, gollum had it for 500 years, then Bilbo had it for however long, and Aragorn is the son of the second king?

Auburn hair bitch (Boromir) back the fuck off.

This is a shitty fucking plan sending Frodo by himself.

He go toot toot

Also I wanna run through a forest

Oh that bitch dead, yeet

Do arrows really go that far into someone?

Oh pulling the sword into yourself? Ngl… 👀

Anyway rest in piss to those we’ve lost

If Sam dies by drowning I swear to fuck

Honestly Sam is an OG friend, the only good one

Oh boat burial for Mr. I Thought I Could Have The Ring. He also deserves piss river, so good.

[chitto]

i really need to start proofreading these but oh well here’s part two of the scu dsmp au.  

part 1

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Wilbur had been newly alive for two weeks now. He had spoken with most everyone on the server, offering his counterfeit apologies. He had Tommy help get him stone, amongst things Grizzly said he would need for his revival. 

The process of bringing a god back was apparently not an easy one. Grizzly had spoken to Wilbur many times after their abrupt farewell in Limbo in the form of dreams and visions. Telling him the many different supplies he would need, explaining the plan. Wilbur had no idea who the gods of the server were, those who had wronged Grizzly at least. He had heard an stories from Phil of DreamXD but the way Grizz described it made it seem like there were many more. 

Wilbur pondered all this as he walked towards Snowchester. Gods and mythos. Something so foreign to him, yet he had inserted himself right in the middle of a battle between higher powers. 

‘This,’ he thought to himself. ‘This is my ticket to power. Forget presidencies and nations, I’m joining the fight against deities!’ 

“Oh sorry,” A voice said, seconds after Wilbur felt someone bump his shoulder. “Didn’t see you there.” 

Wilbur looked up from the ground, seeing a face he hadn’t spoken to in many years. And yet, they looked almost the same. 

“Oh my god? Charlie? Is that really you?” Charlie looked back to Wilbur, blinking quickly as to do a double take. Charlie looked relatively the same, brownish hair that turned a slimy green at the ends, often times leaving a trail of slime as he walked. His hands had this same green with a similar goopy texture, as if he were melting in the sun. Traits that came from being half slime, Wilbur guessed. 

“Wilbur? Holy shit, dude, I haven’t seen you in ages!” Charlie ran and gave Wilbur a hug, leaving some slime residue on Wilbur’s jacket. 

“What’s it been? Two years since we first met back in the old days? How the time flies. How have you held up?” 

“Gooey as ever! I’ve recently moved in here, living over in Snowchester with Tubbo and Ranboo. And I’ve heard all about you, President Soot.” 

The nickname made Wilbur’s blood run cold. He hadn’t been called that in a while. It didn’t even feel like him, just mere memories of a past life. L’manberg, the wars, freedom… it all felt so far away. The sting of the explosion on his skin, the piercing of the sword through his chest- 

“And you...you died, right? Sorry if its a touchy subject but I’ve got to know.” 

“Yes, yes.” Wilbur responded, shaking memories of the old days from his mind. “But I’ve been revived, good as new. Wilbur 2.0.” 

“Interesting. And the white streak?” 

“Must of just been a product of revival.” Wilbur lied. 

“Must be.” Charlie said, seeming rather unbelieving. “And you’re sure?” 

“I-I suppose so, yes.” 

“It didn’t come from any certain....God?” Charlie’s face had become dead serious. An unusual sight compared to his normal goofy nature. 

Wilbur started to sweat slightly now. How did Charlie know all of this? 

“Don’t think so!” Wilbur offered a sheepish smile, hoping this would be the end. 

Charlie continued to look closely at the streak, eyes far away and distant. 

“Charlie? Are you alright?” 

“Have you ever met anyone named Grizzly, Wilbur?” 

No, no. Can’t say I have.” Wilbur laughed awkwardly. He became fidgety, trying to focus on anything but Charlie’s stern stare. 

Charlie’s faced grimaced and he spoke in a grim tone. “Don’t bring him back. Don’t do it, Wilbur. You’re messing with things you don’t understand. You don’t know what he did. You weren’t there. You’re out of your depth. I let your revival slide, but there will be no more. Heed this warning, or suffer the consequences.” 

Wilbur felt a chill run through him. This rare side of Charlie was so jarring and unsettling he couldn’t help but listen. Charlie stepped closer to Wilbur, his face still deadly cold. 

“You wouldn’t want to be stuck in Limbo again, would you?” 

Unaware he was even doing it, Wilbur shook his head. 

“Good. Now stay where you belong. Do you understand me, President Soot?” 

Wilbur shut his eyes, hoping this was all some strange nightmare. He opened his eyes again. He was still standing on the path but Charlie had disappeared. 

Uneasily, Wilbur hurried back to his home in the ruins of L’manberg. He had an unbearable chill that wouldn’t go away. Everything Charlie had said…

Was this plan really worth it?

[watermelonbird]

A fanfic of Quackity learning how to care for his employees, starting with a slime

I sent an ask about this and you wanted to tagged so @dreamsclock here this is!

Charlie is a weird dude Quackity has to admit. His decision to recruit him seemed smarter at the beginning. Learning about the slime makes him more hesitant to include him in anything. But right now he’s acting odder than usual.

¨I am a normal human and since you are also a normal dude, can I ask you a question, person to person?¨ Charlie asked, pushing into Quackitys office.

¨Fine, keep it quick¨

¨Well, my head hurts? And I am kinda achy? And I feel super warm? And-

¨Charlie! That is all just normal human stuff, that if you were a human, you would know, and since you definitely are a human, these things must be normal to you!¨

¨Us humans are some strange creatures, aren't we? Charlie says with an attempted smile on his face.

¨Mhm yeah, just get out of my office.

Charlie did not realize being a human would be this difficult with all the pains and gross feelings people have to go through. He just wishes he could go back into a nice damp hole.

Quackity called a meeting of some of the members of Las Nevadas.

¨I need some dirt on Karl and Sapnap because they have a riviling country or territory or whatever type of paradise that Kiniko Kingdom is. And that can be dangerous to my whole operation!¨

¨I think, and this might be a dumb guess but perhaps its a Kingdom? Just an idea¨ Purpled muttered.

¨I don't need any of your fucking sass.¨ Quackity rubbed a hand over his face, carefully missing his scar, ¨this is why you dont work with teenagers, they all fucking suck. You and Tubbo and Tommy and even that Ranboo kid was an annoying pushover!¨

¨Dude, it's obvious that the only reason you want to spy on those two is because you miss dating them! It's fine. Love fails, you gotta move on¨ Foolish sighed

¨Where Charlie? I want a nice person who respects me!¨

¨I respect you Quackity and while I do not know what Kiniko Kingdom is since I have kinda been in isolation for a while, I would not mind checking it out!¨

¨Course Fundy, you're such a good pal but I want you to lay back and relax, you don't have to worry about what's happening at all.

¨Cool, yeah yeah I understand¨

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Quackity walks over to Charlie's room which was right next to his.

¨Slimecicle, what's been up with you? I'm a very busy man and I can't afford for my spy to get lazy, you understand me?

¨Ah, well I heard that when humans get sad or feel bad we just lay down so¨

¨We don't have time for this Charlie! We dont have time for your stupid crisis! I need you to suck it up because that's what humans do!

Quackity grabs one of the slime man's arms and immediately regrets it looking at the slime residue that rubbed off on him. He pulls up Charlie and fixes his shirt.

¨Besides we’re friends and it really sucks that I am working my ass off and you are just lazing around because of a little emotion. Nothing like that has ever held me down!¨

Charlie yawns, ¨You make a good point Quackity of Las Nevadas.¨

¨Of course I do, and I´m so excited to see the info you catch of the residents of Kiniko Kingdom, you can do that right?¨

¨Sure! I got you, friend!¨

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Charlie knew he wasn't being the best friend to Quackity but he was not feeling as good and goopy as usual.

But this was his first official spy job and he was gonna do a great job and extra show that he does not need to be killed! Quackity gave him slight directions but seemed strained talking about this place. Charlie wondered if it had anything to do with the drama of their recent relationship and if they were still together or not. But he's sure that this spy job is for purely professional reasons and totally not a pathetic attempt to see if his exes miss him!

Charlie went along the path he was told but he saw a small damp looking hole and decided to jump in. He had really missed this environment. The Casino was always really warm and Charlie wanted to ask Quackity to lower it but the one time he did, the duck hybrid got teary and muttered that if his fiance was here, the heating system wouldn't be necessary.

Slimicicle had felt lightheaded the past few days and he figured a nap would be the perfect way to rejuvenate. Not thinking about his mission or when he was expected back.

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Quackity was kinda freaking out, It had been hours after when Charlie agreed to come back, he knew he was a bit absentminded but he should have realized when it got dark it was time to come back. He knew that his fiances were jerks who abandoned him but would they attack or even worse kill an innocent slime? He knew he should have done a simpler first mission, he just wanted to hear any news on his fiances and figured this would be a smart way to get info.

Quackity sighed, ¨Hey Purpled, I'll have to rescue Charlie, fucker managed to mess up even the simplest of tasks¨

¨It's obvious you care for him, don't put up that bs with me, I really don't care about you enough¨

¨I don't! And as your boss, you don't get to use that voice with me¨

¨Okay bossman¨, Purpled mocked

Quackity ran out of Las Nevadas and into the forest. He briefly wondered if this was running just to find the corpse of the slime. Or would there be tiny broken Charlies? He shook his head, not wanting to focus on grim things like that.

¨Charlie? It's me! Quackity from Las Nevadas! Your friend! Charl-

He got cut off by falling into a crevice.

¨Oh my god, this is just the type of hole he would have liked¨ Quackity sniffled

¨Oooh can I meet this He you´re talking about? Because I also really like this hole!¨ Charlie exclaimed

Quackity reached out, putting his hands on Charlie's slimy cheeks

¨You're okay? I was so worried!

¨I just sat down in this hole and fell asleep

¨Well I am glad that you learned how to sleep I guess? But man, your face is really warm right now¨

Charlie leaned his head further into Quackitys hands, ¨Mmhhm¨

¨Are you- are you sick?¨

¨Doesn't that mean cool cause if so yeahh¨

¨No buddy, that's not what that means, it means you don't feel well

¨But you said to suck it up if I don't feel well? And you neverr take care of yourself?

¨Well, uh, exceptions can be made of course, if you're feeling bad enough! Which I never am! I sometimes may feel a little down however Its an easy fix that for me, working more totally helps with!

But I guess for you, you'll need someone to take care of you? Is that true? Quackity sighed, already knowing he would regret this but whenever he was sick he just imagined his fiance's caring for him again and he thinks maybe, maybe he should help Charlie

¨Ugh come up and out of the hole, let's go home.¨

¨Well Quackity of Las Nevadas while I would love to go back, this hole is comfy and damp and the environment I should be in. Las Nevadas is great, however it is hot, and I always feel like I am melting in the housing units .

¨Oh, how about I fix your bedroom up? Make it chiller and more¨, Quackity gags ¨damp¨

¨Really? You'd do that? Thank you, friend!

He hops forward and does a partial hug with Quackity, not having the strength to fully embrace him.

Quackity picks the slime up in a bridal style carry with Charlie being in awe.

¨Wow, you're really strong

¨Yeah buddy, and I'll fix you up and you'll be perfectly fine. Uh, just for work reasons, I totally don't care for you.

¨Quackity from Las Nevadas, I think you're being sarcastic and I love you¨

“... I love you too”

[brideofcthulhu10]

Next up on our list my lovelies is Paul! A special thank you to @trescharmant-mydear for helping me with brainstorming ideas when writers block had me stumped! I hope you fang babes all enjoy the next boy in our child birth saga!

Lost Boys Fem!S/O Gives Birth [2/4]

Paul

The whole pregnancy thing was undoubtedly a massive shock when you had finally told him. At first he wasn’t even sure it was his. Granted you slugged him for even suggesting you had been having an affair but he couldn’t help it! The idea of impregnation was pretty much impossible as far as they knew. He had no heartbeat, the blood in his veins was dead and black, he kind of assumed by that point his gun was shooting blanks. That is until you began rejecting anything that wasn’t blood or meat. Every day he could see more of that reality coming into play. At first he thought maybe he had just imagined it, but when your stomach grew in really sank in. 

 He was terrified beyond belief knowing he’d soon be responsible for a living, breathing thing- er baby- guh! The word freaked him out. No one even warned him what came with it. Well, Dwayne tried to but those books were nasty. Especially the pictures. Paul tried his best to sit through them but it just stressed him out! There wouldn’t be a doctor! There would be no sterilized hospital bed where a team of nurses would be on standby if there were complications- hell, they wouldn’t be able to know if there even were any complications! That’s what scared him more than anything. You both were utterly in the dark. Were you healthy? Was the baby healthy? Could this kill you if they weren't careful? Ultrasounds were out too, so he couldn't even know if it was a boy or a girl. The uncertainty of it all was torture!

The only way he knew they were still alive was from his own bizarre connection to them. Sure his mental powers were never as clean cut as David’s, but he could still feel their emotions inside you. It was raw. There were no clear thoughts. Even the emotions would pile over each other. Hungry, tired, anxious, hyper, mad, happy. It was almost like there was more than one consciousness in there, but he just figured it was your own heartbeat and emotions clouding the baby's.

Hormones were wild between you both. You wanted sex more than you ever had before, and at first he was all for it. Being the mother of his unborn child brought out a desire that was utterly foreign to him. Yeah he loved you to death before, but now… he couldn't keep his hands off of you. The first few months it was wild, but the bigger you got the more worried he was that something could happen if he lost control. Okay, well, as long as he was careful right? But, things did not go exactly to plan when a firm kick pressed on his erm… Needless to say it certainly freaked him out. Then came the morning sickness.

Fuck whatever liar came up with that name. “Morning”? Try morning, noon, night, and the ass crack of dawn. Twenty-four seven. He hated seeing you hugging a trash bin, panting between excruciating heaves that made your stomach spasm. Paul could only hold your hair back while you gurgled out sobs. It was even harder knowing he was partially responsible for putting you in this position to begin with. Afterwards he’d carry you back to your bed. Yeah, bed. All the guys had felt that you needed something way better than a couch to crash on. There were more pillows and blankets than you could count. Piles on the bed, scattered on the floor, stacked up in the corners. With a bit of searching they’d found a pocket-cave branching just off their own that kept you out of sight and even better, nearby. What Paul really couldn’t account for was how frickin’ clumsy you were! 

Oops you just banged your knee! Well looks like you accidentally nicked your hand while peeling a freaking apple! Paul nearly ripped a guys head off for bumping into you on the boardwalk just to cut in line with his stupid friends. Eventually he just refused to leave your side during the second trimester when he found a bruise on your stomach. You didn’t have the heart to tell him those were from the baby kicking. While the guys went hunting he’d just lay beside you in bed gushing over your taut belly. The baby always stirred when he spoke, even more so when he’d serenade them. His voice always made your face heat up, and inside you could feel your child eagerly pressing up. While Paul was certainly uneasy about his encroaching parenthood he was over the moon the first time the baby really kicked. Even if it seemed scary he was so excited he could hardly sleep most nights. Every day he'd wonder when they'd get here, bombarding you with thousands of questions.

"Do you think they'll have your eyes? I bet if it's a boy he'll be a bad ass like his dad, huh," he asked. There was almost a glee to his voice, it was so adorable to watch him shed that panic for just a moment to fantasize about the baby. Anything. Teaching them to play guitar, taking them on their first hunt. He didn't care if it was a boy or girl. Part of you really hoped it'd be a little girl. 

“They probably won’t get any eye color until the fifth month I think,” you’d remind him, flipping through the aged pages of a baby book. "I do know if it is a boy he's gonna be so much like you."

"Unless it's a girl," he pondered, tapping your belly like it was an over ripe melon, watching it stirr with life. "Oh god you'll break so many hearts. But no boyfriends. Or girlfriends. Only dad."

"Babe thats not gonna be for years," you assured, petting his head. "You can't keep them from dating when they're old enough."

"Uh, the fuck I can't," he retorted, his hand kicked again. "Yeah I said it. No dating for you"

As they grew you could feel something was.. Off. Granted you couldn’t do much to check but, it almost felt like there was more than one heartbeat...

Your due date was slowly rolling closer as summer shed it's long, hot days for the chilled season of autumn. Tonight was a late, stormy October night. Most of Santa Carla was holed up at home hoping it wouldn’t rain tomorrow on Halloween. Paul grumbled slurping at a blood bag laying on his side as he propped his head on his hand, currently bored out of his mind while you carved at a pumpkin with Marko. 

“I think it needs more teeth,” you’d say to yourself out loud.

Marko peeked over, titling his head to the side. “More eyes too.”

All the guys decided to stay back tonight. It wasn’t just the rain, all of them were nervous to leave you alone. None of them were doctors, but even they could tell your stomach was much bigger than expected. Dwayne was flipping through an old book while David had just gotten back from a hunt. 

Ever since you hit your third trimester each of them took turns gathering blood. A few blood bags alone would not cover it for four hungry vampires and an honorary vamp who had a ton of cravings. Instead they'd carry four or five empty milk jugs that'd be filled to the brim with sloshing, goopy red fluid. 

"Guys, you oughta go get something to eat, you don't need to watch me twenty-four seven," you insist, carefully dragging the knife through the thick gourd's flesh. 

"This wasn't up for debate last time, it’s still not now," David retorted, tossing one of the jugs Dwayne's way. Marko caught a second one, eagerly knocking back a swig. The sight made you want to throw up again. It was slow, like a thick molasses dyed crimson with globs of congealed plasma. Okay looking at the pumpkin again before you had to puke. 

"Don't worry about us, Y/N," Marko insisted with red stained teeth, tossing the now half empty jug to Paul. "It's only a few more months. Blood is blood."

Paul stood up, swooping behind you with his arms around your shoulders. "Speakin' of blood kitten, you need to eat." You looked at the jug as he set it on the table and immediately scrunched up your nose. Now, it'd been seven and a half months of drinking it, so you'd gotten used to the bizarre taste of salty, vinegary cherries with a metallic aftertaste. It always made your body heat up, the feeling itself was better than any booze you'd tried. But the texture. Oh god the fricking texture! Blobby, goopy, slimy- no! 

"Uuuugh," you hesitated, only to have Marko push it towards you. “Can’t I just have a raw steak or something, it’s not nearly as gnarly as straight blood.”

"Don't be picky, you need to eat."

You glanced back at Paul who was just pouting behind you. "Come on babes, drink up."

Once again. Thick, soupy but warm fluids ran down the back of your throat. Everything felt heated, spreading from your stomach to each of your limbs. This time you felt an ache in the base of your abdomen. It was enough to incite a small gasp. And with that suddenly each of them had sat up. 

"What's wrong, what's going on," Paul quickly asked, placing a hand over your stomach. 

Marko had stood up, looking at you with a furrowed brow. "Is it-?"

"Guys, guys," you interrupt. "I'm okay, I swear. It was just a cramp."

It wasn't even a surprise when Paul lifted you up again bridal-style. "Paul,c’mon, I’m fine, really."

"Nope, nope I am not even risking that shit babes. C'mon kitten I'll lay with ya," he insisted, kicking anything on the floor out of his way. But again it ached. This time it lasted two minutes. You clung to him, trying to take a breath. This wasn’t your average false contraction that would only occur maybe every hour. "Paul- Paul it's not stopping."

"Wait wait wait what," Paul asked in rapid following, gently setting you down. Marko had gotten up to help you stand with Paul on the other side. A sharp pain wrapped around your waist. Now another two minutes. It was enough to make you double over with your hands over your stomach. 

"Shit oh shit wait hold on." Paul was in a panic. He wasn't ready! The baby wasn't supposed to be there for another month! It was too soon! 

You, on the other hand, were far too busy trying to keep yourself standing. It wasn't just your abdomen. It was your stomach, all the way up your back, your womb felt like it was being torn open from inside. Dwayne jumped over the sofa when the two blondes failed to move, lifting you up. Your jeans were soaked, sharp pains were faster, harder, any time another contraction squeeze you let out an agonized cry. 

They all made a mad dash for your room, propping you up against a pile of pillows. "No,  no wait, don't look," you insisted to the others as Paul tried to help you get your soggy jeans off.

"I'm about to help you push a baby out, and you're getting embarrassed by us seeing your underwear," Dwayne questioned

"Shut up, turn your fuckin head," Paul snapped. Carefully he draped a blanket over your legs, pulling off your jeans. There was utter fear across his face. He was so afraid of what this could do to you.

 "Hey.. its okay," you assured him, cupping his face. Well, okay was a bit of an overstatement. Still, the tender touch seemed to provide some small ease as he placed his hand over yours. Again, you assured him it'd all be okay. Marko came running in with a bucket of warm water, David was grumbling about carrying over a mountain of towels, Dwayne leaned over Paul tapping him hard on the back of his shoulder. "Paul you need to check how dilated she is."

"WHAT?"

It was time for both of you chiming in disbelief. "No no, wait Dwayne man, I can't-!"

"If she pushes before she's ready, the baby will get hurt in the process," he interrupted him, grabbing Paul by his shoulders. "You gotta do it, man, I can't do it for you."

"The fuck, why me?!"

"Paul?!" It was your turn to question his logic and the blonde threw up his hands, clutching at his head trying to think.

"I'm sorry! I'm panicking!"

"Dude Paul," Marko shouted.

"What?!"

"Listen, man, this can't be good for either of them. Nut up, dude," he assured him, patting his back. Paul looked at you, still trembling on your bed. You were just as scared as him, bottom lip trembling, he could even see your shoulders shaking. "...okay…" 

The feeling was so uncomfortable. You couldn't even focus between the throbbing pains that shot up your back and the tearing pull between your legs. Tears burned your eyes, you thought you might pass out. Marko was rapidly wiping away sweat from your face, letting you hold his hand. Even if you broke it, unlikely, it'd heal in an hour anyways. 

"Okay how many fingers can you manage," Dwayne asked, getting a strange look from Paul. "Just tell me how many, you asshole.:

"It's like, all my fingers man I dunno what that means."

"Go to her man, I got this," he assured, pushing him up to you. Paul climbed up on the bed beside you holding you tightly in his arms with your shoulder nestled against his armpit with one arm over your shoulder and the other you immediately snatched his hand, panting rapidly. "Shh slow down baby, slow down."

"God it fucking hurts," you whine, throwing your head back on the pillow. Blood stained the bed, a thick pink-red spot on the blanket spreading out. Your face was completely flushed as a tight pressure slowly dragged down your back that made your toes curl. If Paul wasn't pinning you in place you would be writhing. There was a horrid fire in your body, there were no words left in you, only screams. Dwayne's urges to push were muffled, the ache in you back slowly pulled lower until you were able to hear them. A thick gurgle followed by high pitched, raspy wailing. While Dwayne had pulled the infant into a thick, fluffy towel something felt wrong. It still hurt. Your stomach felt no relief, in fact you felt it pull and ache again. "Wa...wait i.. no it's-it's not done, I'm not done," you whimper in a panic.

"Wait what the hell do you mean you aren’t done?! I thought there was just one?!”

Paul looked over at Dwayne, who in turn ran to David and passed the swaddled newborn his way much to his dismay. “Just hold them for a minute man, we weren’t exactly expecting more!

“I got it,” Marko volunteered, climbing off to bed to hold the baby carefully in his grasp. Your screams tore through, a second wave of pain reviving old agony. There was little relief as the same horrid tension in your back spread out. Paul coaxed you through it, but somehow it hurt even worse than before.

“No,” you cried, shaking your head. Your face burned, tears streaming down your face leaving your vision completely blurry. “No no no, I can’t, let me go! I can't, I can’t! Paul, I can’t-!”

“Baby, listen you can do this! You got this, yes you fucking do,” he yelled over you holding your head to his shoulder. “Listen to me. C’mon you fucking got this, kitten! Don’t you give up, don’t you dare fucking give up now!”

With everything you had you screamed until your throat felt raw, pushing as hard as you could until finally, finally… it stopped. A huge wave of relief made your muscles go limp. Two. You just had given birth. To twins. The realization had finally hit Paul asw he looked up at Marko still holding his first born. “Are they…”

“Dude, you got a girl,” he beamed, carefully passing the swollen new born half-awake clinging to the towel. Occasionally her grey eyes squinted open, making trembling whimpers until she nestled back into sleep.

You managed to catch your breath, Marko helping you lay down while Dwayne circled around with your son. A boy too. You couldn’t help but laugh through tears, finally able to see his face after so many months of waiting. Paul couldn’t even hold back tears, laughing like an idiot as he pulled you both in his arms. “Fuck man… oh shit I’m a fucking dad,” he choked out, trying to hide his tears.

“Let it out man,” Marko teased, patting his shoulders.

“Shit man I can't stop crying... they’re so perfect.” Paul ran a hand gently over his son’s head still softly crying in your arms, watching him soothed as he clung to his finger. He looked you in the eyes, both of you just in utter awe that you brought not one, but two lives to the world. Nothing but tears and smiles between you. It was October 31st, 2 am, and you had spent the past four and a half hours of Hell to bring your twins (Girl Name) and (Boy name). Paul could not even fathom the amount of love he was feeling, trailing kisses all over your lips and cheeks. “Happy Halloween, kitten.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, laying your head back against his chest just unable to tear your eyes away from your beautiful new family after so many hours of grueling pain, so much waiting, in the end it was worth more than either of you had ever dreamed.

 “Happy Halloween, babe…”

[supportclassstan]

Romantic Tentaspy Concepts for the Soul™

A/N: Tentaspy has been on. The mind. I contemplated downloading sfm just so I could make some shipping stuff with him and my Medic persona but I think I'll stick to imagines for now :) [[also I have no idea how to sfm--]]

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-Him bringing you "tokens" like a cat would, like dead fish or bones, maybe some hidden treasure he's found underwater or possibly some neat rocks

-If you touch your forehead to the water he'll press his against yours and rise up out of the water every time so long as he's awake

-Him calling you his bride/groom/bridegroom if he's particularly fond of you

-If you can't swim or don't want to he'll take you out for swims with you on his back or in a lifesaver that he found near the dock that he tugs along with him using his hand or a tentacle.

-Him liking to lay his head on your lap while you sit at the shore, even though it's kinda inconvenient if you like to keep your pants relatively dry.

-Him poking his head above water to check and see if you're there, and him being disappointed when he doesn't see you

-Some members from the other team go missing? Why? Well, it has nothing to do with the fact that they were mean to you last week and you vented about it to your local Tentaspy, not at all.

-Him swimming around from map to map just to keep an eye on you during rounds and hoard some healthpacks in case your injured the next time you come into the Teufort sewers or the Suijin rivers.

-He's fond of touching your hair, it feels weird to his slippery and slimy skin, but he likes it.

-Seeing his smile for the first time, and him seeing yours. You have to get used to his sharp teeth, and he has to get used to your dull ones.

-Him being baffled at what the hell feet are. He thinks they're weird, as if he isn't aware that tentacles are weirder.

-Him giving you a kiss for the first time. You've talked for hours and hours and you have to go, the two of you share a smile and he gives you a quick kiss before swiftly diving back into the water, holding his face as he wonders what state he left you in.

-Him making disgusting sea creature noises when he sees you in swimwear.

-Him collecting anything you've ever given to him, he has a little hoarding pile in his den dedicated exclusively to any gifts or tokens you've given him.

-He does his best to hug you with both his arms and most of his tentacles, which usually leaves your lower half covered in slime.

-God forbid you ever get in a bathtub with him, prepare to have your body submurged in constantly writhing and shifting tentacles, all of which are goopy and typically cold.

-He likes it when you touch his tentacles, it doesn't even have to be in the lemony sense he just likes it when you hold them or pet them.

-He might seem like the more confident one in the relationship but in reality he's extremely self-conscious, people often treat him like a monster and he's always afraid that you'll leave him for a human. Because of this he's quite protective, and he also melts internally at any sign of praise/affection from you.

-Human food is like crack to him. If you introduce him to any he goes absolutely feral for it.

[fly-flower-fanfics]

Crafts and Kisses

Alpha Loki x Omega Male Reader

Warnings: None, I think.

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Things were different ever since I moved in with everyone into Tony's tower. I got to see my friends more often, and I wasn't as lonely anymore. My depression — although still bad — had decreased significantly. Life seemed to be all around better than ever before.

Bruce was my best friend. He was the one I went to constantly and for everything. He was always reminding me to take my antidepressants and heat suppressants, telling me that it was time for meals, and where I'd last left certain items.

If my head wasn't attached, I'd probably need Bruce to find that, too.

Natasha and Clint were betas, and I found it a bit comical that the only two betas in the building were together. Usually Bruce, the two of them, and I would be at home, cuddled up on the couch watching movies like best friends and couple do.

Lastly, you had Tony, Thor, Steve, and Loki that were the alphas. Tony and Steve butt heads sometimes, but Natasha was able to shut the two of them up almost instantly. Thor was the softest alpha around, literally acting like everyone was apart of his pack. Not going to lie, Thor was the best cuddle buddy when Bruce was shut up in the lab.

Loki, on the other hand, was an alpha that I didn't quite understand. It wasn't because he was an alpha; I wouldn't understand him if he was a beta or omega, either. He was just...odd. I never really interacted with him because he was always sneaking around. He'd stopped being a villain — as much as he could — so he wasn't doing anything wrong. Something was just different about him.

I didn't really think he would like me.

My powers were rather insignificant to everyone else's. All I could do was control electricity: turning on and off lights, appliances, etc. It was, however, good for playing pranks and charging my phone when I forgot to.

Because I was the newest addition to the Stark-Avengers Tower, I wasn't as open with everyone. Bruce knew I was an omega because omegas knew other omegas instantly. The others didn't ask because status was a bit of a sensitive thing. I just knew what everyone else the Tower was because they were so open with one another.

I'd only reached that point with Bruce, and everyone seemed okay with that.

Currently, I was in my room, laying on my bed and listening to my music blare through my headphones. My fingers were dancing to the tune above me, painting a picture with the air around me. I knew I looked silly, but I didn't particularly care at that moment. I was trying to picture what a painting would look like based on this song. And, not to toot my own horn, I was doing a damn fine job at imagining it.

Painting it? Now that was another story.

I was an artist, yes, but I was more into creating things and working with things like papier-mâché and clay. Painting wasn't my strong subject, but I wasn't terrible at it. It was just my ideas seemed to always be a bit too far out of my skill set, and I'd end up with a knock-off version of my idea.

I sat up in bed with the idea perfected in my head. I shoved my phone into the waistband of my boxers and rushed out my room towards the empty room Tony let me claim as an art studio.

On the way, I nearly crashed into both Clint and Thor. The two of them just laughed me off as I shouted an apology, spinning on my heel and waving at them. Whenever I had an idea, I always ran around to try and do it, and everyone knew it. Unfortunately for me, there was one other person I nearly rammed into: Loki.

I quickly apologized, but instead on continuing to run like I had with the others, I was frozen in place.

Why? It's not like I was scared of him or anything. He intently stared down at me; his green eyes felt like the burned straight to my soul. I didn't move, unsure of what the god would do or say. I never really got time to spend with him, and I didn't want to waste it, even if I had an idea.

The one corner of his mouth quirked up in the smallest movement that I had ever seen — barely seen — and he stepped to the side with a small nod of the head. Immediately, I smiled at him, brushed his cheek with my fingers, and went off running down the hall once more.

I never saw Loki as a threat to me, nor did I want to treat him any different than I did anyone else. I knew Tony and Steve treated him like an outsider, and Bruce and Clint were rather wary of him, too, and normally kept their distance. I was touch-feely with everyone, and Loki wasn't going to be spared of it either. At least, he hasn't told me he didn't like it with from our few interactions.

In fact, I don't think I've ever heard him talk at all.

Any thought of Loki and the others left my mind as soon as I reached the door of my makeshift art room. Opening it, I stepped inside and let the door close behind me. My paints were all set up in a corner already along with a clean canvas; I always made sure to do that when I left the room so I didn't need to prep when I had a brand-new idea.

I walked over and sat down by the table, pulling out a bunch of bright colors. After an hour, all I had was a rather beautiful mix of colors that looked like a splatter paint gone wrong. Even though I was disappointed that it was another idea that received a knock-off version, I didn't let it drag me down entirely.

I decided to go move to another kind of project: papier-mâché a mask.

With no set plan in mind, I plopped myself in front of the new table. It only took a few moments to get everything altogether, suit up into an apron, and get to work. I always stained the glue-water mix with a colored stiffener that would make it firmer when it dries. I'd always use clear glue because the white glue looked too much like something else. I made the mistake of using it once, and Tony made sure I never forget it. Clear glue looks like mucus, though, and that's disgusting, too.

I stained it purple today. Not that it mattered, but I liked the soft lilac color. I began placing the strips of newspaper onto a mask mold. It was peaceful enough until I realized one thing missing: my music. Whining, I got up and drug myself to the sink to wash my hands. I stuck my headphones in while I returned to my seat and pressed play.

New songs flooded my ears and motivated me to work. By the time I'd gotten the basic mold down to where I wanted it, I still didn't know what I wanted to make out of it. Then a song popped up that decided it for me: Miss Mysterious by Set It Off.

I knew I'd have to let the mask dry a bit before I'd start cutting into it, but I knew exactly how I wanted it to look. Half a mask, a bit like the Phantom of the Opera's, with a curled horn off to the side. It didn't sound as cool explaining it, but it was beautiful inside my head.

My fingers worked with the slimy mixture and the newspaper to create a thin, curled horn. I'd paint it a dark green, maybe add gold highlights to it or bells. Something like that. Something that would show how beautiful it was, how elegant it would be.

I sang along with the song. I could reach the high notes, and I wasn't the best at singing, but I was good enough that no one complained about my voice. Or at least they never complained to my face. Either way, I sang the song like no one else was in the room simply because there wasn't.

My hands glided over the mask, adding new pieces, creating the horn, and calling myself names when I'd accidentally drip the stuff on the table. I'd always then try and scoop it up in my hand but end up making it worse since my hands were covered in the gluey goop.

I'm sure if someone was outside looking in, I definitely was a sight to see. And I didn't care.

Once my mask was to the point that there was nothing left to do but let it dry, I stood up to go wash my hands. As soon as I turned around, I let out a scream.

"Loki?!"

His eyes lit up, just a bit more than usual, and I could tell he was laughing at me. Then, his lips began to move, but all I could hear was Who Is It by Michael Jackson blaring in my ears. I held up my hands to show him the goop they were currently covered in.

"Lemme wash my hands, and don't you dare leave, or I'll dip my hands back in it, find you, and touch you." I was sure I was speaking rather loudly because I could hear myself over my music.

I barely caught Loki's glare, and I smirked to myself. There was a fifty-fifty chance he'd actually leave, which meant there was a fifty-fifty chance I'd get to chase him with goopy hands. I washed my hands in the sink, making sure I got rid of all of it because it did stay a bit sticky when it remained on my hands.

I was equally surprised and disappointed to see Loki still standing there once I turned around. I removed my headphones from my ears, draped them around my neck, and gave Loki a slight bow while twirling my hand.

"You may speak now, my lord."

I heard the god snort. It was very soft, almost like a sharp inhale when one would be sick. His lips twitched slightly as I straightened up, but other than that, his face remained stoic. I knew that I was able to pull emotion from him, but I didn't understand why he tried to hide it.

Was it something I did? Something I said? Maybe it's just the way I am. Had I offended him in some way without realizing it?

His chuckle broke my train of thought. I blinked and saw the small smile on his face.  I don't think I've ever seen him smile before. Even though it was hardly a smile, it caused me to smile.

"Are you always this energized, Y/N?"

His voice made me freeze. He knew my name. Well, duh. Of course he knew my name. I did live in the same building with the man. Oh god, I'm being stupid. What the hell? This isn't that big of a deal.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. It runs in my genes, I guess," I answered, wanting to slap myself. I couldn't have replied in a more dumbass way. Conversation was never my strong point.

Another smile tugged the edge of his lips. "Of course."

"Can-can I help you with anything?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck nervously before turning on my heel to replace the paints and canvas. "Not that I don't enjoy your company, it's just strange that you're here in my studio. Especially since we haven't really talked the much."

How long had he been there? The thought hit my like a punch in the stomach and made me hesitate for a moment. I'd finished my mask and turned to see him. He couldn't have been there that long, right? Art is boring to watch to most, and I'd assume that watching me papier-mâché was not on his list of 'fascinating things to do today.'

"Just stopping by."

God, I hated his answers. I mimicked him in my facial expressions while my back was turned to him. Couldn't he give me more solid answers? I cleaned out my brushes in the sink and glanced towards him.

"Why?"

He seemed caught off guard by my question, but it was perfectly reasonable considering our past — or lack there of. Instead of an answer, when Loki regained his composure, all I received was a shrug.

"Did you want something?" I asked, trying to hide my nervousness now. I went to the closet to grab a new canvas, tucking my lip between my teeth. There was a chair within reach of my foot, so I pulled it closer to me with the top of my toes and stood on it to grab a new canvas.

Did he want something? Did I accidentally take something of his? It happened sometimes since I was usually so scatterbrained. I tried to scan my brain of the items I'd last had in my possession, but all that I could think of was my paints and some newspaper.

"Oh, my dear omega."

I nearly slipped off the chair when the words left Loki's lips. The canvas did fall from my hands and clatter to the floor, and I dove after it, picking it up. How did he know that? Bruce wouldn't snitch on me, I knew that.

"You reek of anxiety," the god continued. "You seem to forget that my senses are heightened over your Midgardian senses. No matter what you use to mask your natural scent, I can see right through it."

I walked my now slightly dusty canvas over to the table and laid it down. Did that mean Thor knew, too? If Loki did, then Thor had to. Bless them both for not saying anything. I proceeded to busy myself by making sure every little dust particle was off of the canvas. The lights dimmed slightly for a moment as my anxiety increased.

He's here to make fun of me.

Loki never thought highly of omegas or betas, for the matter. That was clear to me. Loki only ever seemed to respect other alphas that were able to take him size him up for a good fight for dominance. I always assumed that he and Tony would eventually get together, no matter how much the two currently avoided one another.

Clearing my throat, I straighten up and hung up the apron I had been wearing. Finally, after what simultaneously felt like centuries and mere seconds, I turned to face the prankster once again. My fingers were tingling, and I knew that just once more word might cause me to blow all the bulbs in my studio.

Tony never got mad at me for it because really, what was a few light bulbs to a millionaire? But I've been trying to learn how to control my powers in moments of high and nearly uncontrollable emotions.

"You didn't answer my question," I replied, letting a smile form on my lips. It wasn't nearly as large as my normal smile, but I wanted my normal persona back.

"Bruce is sick," he replied. I knew that. Bruce had gotten ill yesterday, and I told him I'd go see him later, no matter how much he protested. "Can't seem to get it if bed right now." A look of disgust floated over the God's beautiful features. "So I brought these for you since it seems you've forgotten them."

Loki held out a small, silver package towards me, and I recognized it instantly. My heat suppressants. Now that I was thinking back again, I couldn't remember the last time I'd taken them. A dark blush heated my cheeks, but Loki didn't seem phased by it whatsoever.

"We don't want you going into an early heat." I wanted to die at the words he was saying. Did he not understand how embarrassed I already was? I noticed the lights dangerously flicking as I took the package from him. I saw Loki's eyes glance up towards them before I turned to grab a bottle of water from the small refrigerator I kept in the back.

"How do you hide your heats?"

I nearly choked on the pill and water, but managed to get it to stay down. While I was able to save that, the light bulbs weren't so lucky. They popped, drowning the room in darkness that was almost pitch black. "Oh, dear. I do seemed to have caused some discomfort."

I wanted to punch Loki in his stupid, pretty face. I was a mixture of embarrassed and angry because he had no right to do this. Who was he to come stomping up into my safe haven and talk about my heats and being an omega? Then he plays it off like a joke? The nerve of the motherfucker.

Since I knew the room like the back of my hands, I had no issues navigating to the one corner of my room. I leaned my head against the wall and breathed out a sigh. I wanted to unlive the last ten minutes of my life and leave before Loki had ever entered.

"Y/N?"

Damn his voice.

Silence was my reply.

"Y/N, don't make me ask again.

Even though he wasn't my alpha, I found myself turning toward him before cursing and facing the wall again. Calm down. Count to ten.

"Y/N, please."

"What?" I hissed out before turning to face him. I didn't want to deal with this right now, but the two of us were stuck in here until Tony would manually unlock the door since that, too, was powered by electricity. I couldn't do anything because, more likely, I blew the fuse connecting all of that.

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Says you," I growled. I didn't like people finding out things about me without my permission. It was weird, I know, but I didn't like when people knew things that I didn't tell them. "No one hates you for being an alpha."

"And no one would hate you for being an omega."

I didn't reply this time. He was pissing me off, but I tried to calm down. I guess it wasn't that big of a deal... It still really bothered me though. Taking a deep breath, I tugged my hair, and then let it out slowly.

"I'm not ready to admit it, okay?" My parents had been very disappointed in me for being an omega and a gay one at that. Their only son was into other men and the weakest on the totem pole. Whether society really frowned upon omegas or not, in my mind, they did. Everyone did, and I was scared to admit it. Bruce didn't even know why I didn't tell people that I was an omega.

"And you of all people!" I nearly spat at him as I whirled around. "You're the one that would hate me for being an omega. I know the way you talk about them. God, can't even believe you can stand to look at me." I ground my teeth together.

This was way out of my comfort zone and personality. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, causing me to curse aloud. I hated crying when I was angry.

I jumped when a hand fell on my shoulder, nearly decking Loki in the face. Was that really necessary?

Even in the darkness, I swore his green eyes were he only things that I could see perfectly clear.

"Calm down," he whispered to me softly, pulling me into a hug.

The coolness of his body helped my anxiety and the way he pet my hair caused me to let my guard down.

"Just listen to me," Loki continued. I was about to speak up, realizing what was going on, but Loki quickly shut that down. "You may not speak, do you understand?"

I closed my eyes and nodded against his chest. He's not my alpha, what the fuck am I doing?

"My omega, I kept my distance so I could keep watch on you. I kept my distance so I could se show others were interested in you. It also had come to my attention that you were into my brother." I could hear the jealousy laced in with his words.

The faint scent of possession filled my senses.

"I want you all to my own."

My knees felt weak at his words, and I found myself kneeling at his feet. As much as I had tried to push the feelings away, Loki was always the alpha I had wanted. He was off, odd, and different. Something about him always made my heart race.

I closed my eyes as I felt Loki's hand settle on my head. I rested my head against his thigh, closing my eyes. The amount of submission I felt was incredible, and I was incredibly embarrassed. Yet I didn't fight it as much as I normally would have.

"I didn't want you to hate me," I breathed out, hoping that he wouldn't hear my words.

"I would never." He backed away and knelt down to my level, sitting on the floor and pulling me between his legs. "I only ever wanted the best for my omega."

"You want me to be yours?" I asked softly.

I felt Loki's lips press against my skin at the base of my neck, near the place where he would mark me and claim me as his. "Yes."

I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy the feeling of his cool lips against my skin. "Loki...I-I just... I don't wanna jump right in... I want you, but I want a relationship, too..."

"Then a relationship we shall form," he promised, tilting my head back to kiss my lips.

[gideongrace]

So there are big, scary-ass demons after us, thanks for that.

// i'd hunt your heart to the ends of the earth - part one - part two //

// Here you go, @billyhargrovens. ☺️☺️☺️

And thanks to human muse @klayr-de-gall for the help with the ideas for this! Seriously, you're the best. //

The demons are slimy, oozing, messy little things that come slip-sliding their way under the door just as Billy puts the finishing touches on the re-enforcement spell on his lucky axe, the one infused with the metal from a holy cross and dipped in holy water as it cooled. 

And he definitely winds up needing it because the little fuckers get everywhere, they're roaring, loud and unbearable and Steve keeps trying to get in on the action and Billy keeps herding him onto the top of his desk - it's the only thing in the room with any protection magic (it's got protection sigils carved into the legs) and as such it's the only thing the demons can't touch - but Steve keeps jumping off and trying to go for a weapon and…

Billy is tired. He does not have the time to keep fighting this endless litany of slimy, green little bastards and also to sit Steve down and tell him which weapons are safe for him to touch and which will get someone like him, someone with no magic, killed. 

Which is why he winds up whistling loudly to get Steve's attention after slicing a slimy green fucker in half and almost taking Steve's head off with it. "Hey!" he shouts as Steve spins around to face him. "I told you, stay on the desk, so stay on the desk, fuckwit!" 

"But, I -" Steve starts, reaching out for literally the worst thing he could touch - the big, fat handled angel sword at the far end of the collection on the wall, the one Billy can't even touch without gloves because it's meant for a particular type of soul, a pure type of energy Billy very much does not possess but he also couldn't resist buying it when he saw it in that shop in Glasgow because how often does one come across a real, actual honest-to-god angel blade, anyway?

"Desk, now," Billy demands, swinging his axe in the direction of his desk and glaring at Steve. "Won't be any good helping you fix your shit if you're dead." 

Steve rolls his eyes but does as he's told (not that Billy expects it to last) and then the horde of slime beasts at Billy's feet starts roaring at him like he isn't paying them enough attention and Billy swings his attention, and his axe, back towards them.

And they've all got their little mouths open, showcasing the kind of pitch black dark hole that if you stared into it for too long, you'd lose yourself and Billy can feel the migraine building in his temples, he can feel it. And god, today sucks. 

"Alright," he grunts, "Time to die, you little beasties." He swings his axe wide, catching most of them somewhere in the middle of their gooey, goopy bodies then he swings it back, catching them in what would be the head if they had heads, if they weren't such quaking, quivering, formless little things.

They scream in uniform terror and evaporate, leaving behind, as these sorts of things tend to do, the scent of burnt ozone and rotten leaves and Billy turns to Steve, watches in horror as he steps off the desk with this wide-eyed look like he's enraptured. Like he's…

Oh, shit. He is enraptured, he has that soft, floaty look on his face like people always do when a magical artifact is calling out to them, taunting them, wrapping them up in their magic. But that shouldn't be happening, Billy doesn't have anything that works like that.

Unless…

Billy races forward, puts his hand over Steve's to yank him back, but he's too late, Steve's hand makes contact with that big, fat-handled for-purest-of-souls-only motherfucking angel blade and Billy breathes in sharply, closes his eyes and waits for destruction.

It doesn't come. 

Billy waits a solid five seconds, waiting to be escorted to wherever the fuck they're going to send him, for whatever angel gets assigned to this last part of his case and for the yelling to start about how he had an illegal, unlicensed angel blade in his possession and it got him killed and worse got a regular, uninvolved, unmagical human being killed, but…

There's nothing. The world keeps spinning and Billy keeps breathing so he cracks an eye open to see Steve standing just in front of him with a hand on the sword and there's this golden glow pouring out from the sword and into Steve, flowing into his veins, travelling up, up, up his arm and swirling, swirling, swirling before it reaches his heart and lights that up so brightly Billy can see it shining through Steve's thin, threadbare t-shirt and Billy's mesmerized by it, watches as Steve's heart beats and the glow spreads through his entire body, lighting him up from the inside out and it's beautiful, Steve is beautiful, but - 

"Oh, fuck." Billy takes a few good steps back and drops his hands to his sides, the tip of his axe hitting the scarred hardwood of the floor with a solid thunk. "Oh, fuck," he says again. 

Steve picks up the sword like it belongs to him, like it's always belonged to him (and maybe it has, maybe it was meant to, which, oh, fuck) and he turns to Billy and looks at him like, "What?" 

"So not only did you make a deal with a demon," Billy says, his free hand going up over his eyes because he just can't take looking at any of this right now, thank you very much, "not only did you make a deal with a big, scary-ass motherfucker of a demon with lackeys and too much time on their hands for vengeance, but you have -" Billy peeks out between his fingers just enough to make sure he's really seeing what he's seeing, and unfortunately he very much is, "-you have one of the purest souls I've ever seen. Which further explains why whatever demon it is you made a deal with wants you so badly." 

"Okay, what? I have, what?" Steve asks, his tone a mix of confused and somehow angry, like being told you have a pure soul is some kind of an insult, or something. 

"Look at your hand," Billy says, his own hand slipping back down to his side. He starts hunting around the office for his cigarettes and finds them in his top left drawer along with his phone and his wallet, which he figures he's going to need, things going like they are.

Steve, meanwhile, just raises his free hand to his face and stares at it long and hard like he's trying to decode one of those stupid hidden image drawings and failing miserably. "I don't get it," he says. "What am I looking for?" 

"And you can't even see it," Billy says incredulously as he sticks a cigarette between his lips but doesn't light it. He needs to find his trenchcoat. And his shoes. "Fucking fantastic," he says around the cigarette. "Shit." 

"Well, whatever," Steve says, the light from his veins and the sword lighting him up even more ethereally than the light from the hallway could have ever dreamed of. "Thanks for dealing with the demon for me, I guess." He leans the blade of the sword against his shoulder almost like he's forgotten he's holding it, like it's just a part of him and always has been. Which, shit.

"Did you not hear me earlier?" Billy asks, lighting up his cigarette with the lighter from his pocket. "That was a lackey. Your shit isn't fixed yet, not even close. And now this shit with the sword just makes it even worse," he says all at once, like it's all one big word all mashed together. He sighs then, taking a long drag on his cigarette and letting the smoke burn in his lungs before letting it out slow. 

He looks over at Steve and his golden heart, his glowing golden-brown eyes, his beautiful skin marred by demon's blood and he sighs. Steve is absolutely gonna be the death of him, he can already tell. 

"Okay, so the sword…" 

"The sword was made by angels and it should have killed us both when you touched it," Billy says as he grabs his trenchcoat off the chair behind his desk and slips it on.

"Ki-killed…" Steve breathes. 

"Yes, pretty boy, killed. As in we should be dead right now." 

Billy spots his shoes by the door at the same time Steve does and one of Steve's eyebrows quirks up. He's at the door and snatching them up before Billy can manage it. "Are you going somewhere?" he asks accusingly.

"No, I'm not," Billy says. "But we are. We're going to go talk to my friend Robin." He snatches his shoes out of Steve's hand and shoves his feet into them roughly. 

"Why?" 

"Because I can't deal with all your shit all by myself."

[ours-is-feral-love]

Summary: Caroline’s dog goes into labour in the middle of the night, and the only person who can help is her neighbour, Klaus. Who she happens to hate. Very much.

​Help Me, Hate Me, Love Me

She wakes up to a scratching on her door. Her eyes snap open. The dark room is silent save for the small fan whirring in the corner, there only to combat the New Orleans heat. She waits, her breath held, her heart colliding with her ribs, for a repeat of the scratching. After a few moments of quiet, she settles back underneath the covers and closes her eyes. It must have been a branch on her window. Or a phantom noise in a dream. Nothing to worry about. 

Several seconds after she closes her eyes, the scratching returns. She sits up, frightened despite her usually rational disposition. Pressing her silk nightgown against her chest, she takes in a single deep breath and goes over her options. She can call the police. But that would be silly - she doesn't even know what the source of the scratching is. It could be nothing and then she would be humiliated for wasting police time. She can grab the scissors on her bedside table and investigate. If it is someone breaking in, hopefully they don’t have a gun. She hasn't played this specific twist game of rock, paper, scissors, but she is fairly certain gun beats scissors every time. 

Or, she can listen to the rational parts of her brain - truly, the majority - and leave the scissors and her cell phone and check on the rest of her small house by herself. She is brave enough for that. 

Climbing out of bed, Caroline Forbes straightens the lacy bottom of her nightgown against her thighs and tucks her blond hair behind her ears. One must look confident to be confident. She has always thought so. Heading for the door, she swings it wide open as if to spook whatever intruders may be lurking on the other side. She almost says ha! But there are no large men wearing black ski masks and brandishing guns. There is only a fat border collie lying on the floor outside her room, her head lifting just enough to look Caroline in the eye. 

"Hey, Addie, what's the matter?" Caroline asks, crouching. She weaves her fingers through the dogs thick fur. Addie whines in response and looks at Caroline pleadingly. 

Caroline frowns. Smoothing her hand lower to Addie's swollen belly, Caroline's eyes go wide. "No," she whispers. Of course. How could she forget? "But..." she sputters, "but you're not due for another week!" 

But there is no other explanation for the scratching at the door and the lethargy and that human-like glint in her dark eyes. Addie is in labour. Her puppies are coming. 

And Caroline has no clue what she is doing. 

Scrambling to her feet, Caroline races to the closet outside her bathroom and grabs the dog birthing bag she gathered when she discovered the first foster dog she ever brought home was pregnant. She rushes back to Addie. Her mind races as she dumps the bag at her feet. Out pours the whelping kit - a handful of old newspapers, cheap towels, a couple of raggedy bed sheets, a pair of round tip scissors plus a haemostat she is not prepared to use in the slightest, and dental floss in case Addie starts bleeding from one of the umbilical cords. She gets to her knees and quickly sorts through everything, placing each item to the side in order of when she should need to use it. 

"Okay," she says aloud after spreading the sheets and newspaper out and helping Addie on to the makeshift bed. "We can do this, right, girl?" she asks. Addie side-eyes her. "Yeah, I'm kinda freaking out too. And I guess you can pick up on that. But it's okay, because we've got the internet on our side!" She waves her cell phone around. Addie continues looking unconvinced, and Caroline thinks this is the most judgemental look anyone has ever given her. 

Twenty minutes pass by and nothing has happened, and Caroline starts thinking that they do not, in fact, have this under any sort of control. She panics internally, hoping Addie cannot pick up on her freak out but knowing damn well she can. 

All of the websites she has looked at say to phone the vet if a puppy hasn't been delivered within one-two hours of the start of active labour, but Caroline doesn't actually know what that means. 

"I'm gonna kill you and your puppies, aren't I?" she says, stroking Addie's belly. The dog whines as if asking, begging, for help. "No, I was kidding. I hope. We can do this. You can do this!"

Another ten minutes goes with no movement. 

She cannot do this. Nor can Addie it appears. 

Caroline gets to her feet and starts pacing. Then she remembers something she wishes she didn't remember. One of her neighbours grew up on a breeding farm. The thought sours Caroline's tongue, but if he can help in any way, it would not only save Caroline a huge load of money, it would mean getting this done sooner rather than agonisingly later. 

The only issue is that she and this particular neighbour have never gotten along well. Literally never. The first day Caroline moved in, he rebuffed her offer of homemade triple caramel cupcakes and they have been practical enemies ever since. 

Does she really want to invite him inside her house? 

Addie makes up Caroline's mind for her. She lets out a long, pained whimper and Caroline finds herself banging on the man's door one minute later, wishing she had put something over her rather revealing nightgown. 

It doesn't take long for him to come to the door. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are," he says as the door opens, "knocking on my door at two o'clock in the fucking morning?" 

He is dressed about as indecently as her. He is in boxer shorts and nothing else, and in the moonlight his sinewy torso glistens. His bronze curls are a mess atop his head. Stubble dots his cheeks. Sleep invades the corners of his blue eyes. 

Caroline wastes no time. "My dog is in labour. I need your help. Something isn't going right. Please." She didn't have to add the please. She actually wishes she hadn't. The British bastard doesn’t deserve it. 

A look of pure confusion wafts over his sleepy face. He scratches his jaw. "Is this a dream?" he asks, his eyes wandering to her breasts. 

Caroline stands her ground. "Are you gonna help me or not?"

He rolls his eyes. "I've not aided in a delivery since I was 17."

"Right. Well, I've never done this, so I think the fact that it's only been fifteen years for you compared to thirty years for me, is a fucking ridiculous point for you to make."

"You think I'm only 32," he says, his hand going to his chest. "How flattering."

"I don't care how old you are! Will you help me? Please." The damn word sneaks out again. 

"Fine. For the dog. Not for you."

"Thank you," she says, ignoring the jab. 

And that is how she ends up with Klaus Mikaelson standing in her upstairs landing wearing only his boxer shorts and a pair of latex gloves. 

Her friend back home in Virginia, Bonnie, would be freaking out if she saw him. She has always had this wild idea that they secretly want to jump each other's bones. Caroline supposes she isn't all wrong. If she had a chance to jump on Klaus's literal bones, she might take it. 

"You're not happy, are you? You want them out and they're just not coming," Klaus says soothingly. His hand goes back and forth over Addie's belly. The furry beast looks at Klaus with no condescension in her eyes. 

"Is anything seriously wrong?" 

Klaus, seemingly reluctantly, looks over his shoulder at her. "I don't think so. She isn't in distress. She's just uncomfortable. We can get these pups out without issue, I think."

"Oh, thank god." Caroline leans against the wall and smiles. For the next however long, she can put her hatred for Klaus in a little box and then as soon as these puppies are all out, they can go right back to seriously disliking one another.

 . . .

"And that's the last one," Klaus says, handing the wriggling, slimy thing to Caroline before removing his gloves. She wipes it off, giggling, and places it beside the other five, and takes off her own gloves.

It took nearly an hour for all six to come out, but there they are. All goopy, tiny, and the cutest things Caroline has ever seen. Addie nudges them, cleaning the stuff Caroline did not get to. 

"We did it!" Caroline exclaims to Klaus, standing at the same time as him. He is covered in blood and fluid. And he is smiling. She doesn't think she's ever seen him smile. It suits him. "We fucking did it!"

She goes in to hug him. At least, she thinks that was her first instinct. Hug. 

But it isn't a hug. 

In a momentary lapse of common sense, maybe because of all of the adrenaline, it is their mouths that meet. Caroline almost squeals in surprise. Her eyes close as her lips press against Klaus's. His hands cup her cheeks. Hers hold his forearms. 

He tastes like mint. 

Heat blooms across her cheeks, and when she finally pulls herself away, she is panting. 

"Um," she says, placing her hands on her hips, "thanks, by the way. For your, uh, for your help."

He shrugs, sitting back against the opposite wall as if they did not just spend a few long seconds with their tongues in each other's mouths. "I'm sure you could have done it. I think she could just pick up on how terrified you were. She needed a stable influence."

Caroline scoffs. "Right. You, stable."

"I've done this countless times. She knew that I was better prepared than you," he says smugly.

"She's my dog," Caroline defends. "She trusts me."

"Clearly not enough to safely deliver her puppies."

Now that the ordeal is over, that box snaps open. "Whatever. Thanks for your help, Klaus, but you can go now. I've got this." Caroline makes a move for the bathroom, and suddenly someone is clutching her wrist. She looks down. 

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry," Klaus says. Another first. After all the things he's done - mowing over her flower bed because it apparently was creeping on to his lawn; calling the police on her when she has having a small get together with work friends all because he didn't like the music they were listening to; sneering at her and Addie whenever they passed him on a run; kissing her - he has never apologised. "I'm glad I was able to help. This just brings back all sorts of unhappy memories."

He is still holding her wrist. His touch is warm. Hot. Blistering against her skin. 

She wants to pull away, but she doesn't want him to stop talking. 

"What kind of unhappy memories?"

His eyes go in a circle. "All you shrinks are the same," he says. But he goes on, his hand around her wrist, his index finger pressed against her pulse point. "When I was kid in England, I had this dog. His name was Doodles"--

--"Doodles?" 

"Right, you Americans don't know what the Tweenies is. Doodles is a puppet dog from a British kids show."

"Ah." Caroline nods her head. "Go on."

Klaus lets go of her wrist and she suddenly feels ice cold. "Well, I loved this dog. He was my best mate, and for a while I thought he'd never die." Klaus stares at the puppies, and Caroline's stomach turns over. "Well, when I was 17, my dad found out I'd been sneaking out at night. He didn't like that. So, he took Doodles and shot him. Right in front of me as punishment for disobeying him."

Caroline's jaw goes slack. She wants to say something, but how the fuck does one respond to that? 

"I - I'm so sorry," is what she settles on. She looks down at Addie. In just a couple of months, the dog has managed to climb inside Caroline's heart. She can't imagine losing her. And she can't imagine what it would be like if in ten years someone took her and killed her. Someone she was supposed to trust. "That's horrible."

He shrugs again. As if it's nothing. "I left that afternoon. Crashed on couches doing odd jobs until I could afford a ticket to the States. Wound up here. I'm happy now, I think." 

Caroline doesn't think, but she refuses to say that out loud. 

"I should go," he says, getting to his feet. He looms over Caroline even though he can't be more than a few inches taller. 

"Yeah, okay," she says softly. Then she says something else. Something stupid. Something she would never normally say. "Or, you could stick around. We're both pretty disgusting. I have a shower that can easily fit two people."

She will forever blame it on the excitement of safely getting the pups out of Addie. On Klaus’s sob story. On Bonnie’s insistence that they were secretly in love with each other.

But it was the kiss. On top of everything else, it was the kiss. And those eyes. Those sad blue eyes.

Klaus tilts his head. He looks exactly like Addie when she's perplexed. "I thought you hated me."

"So what if I do?" she challenges.

"I thought I hated you," he says.

"Again, so. What."

He smiles again, only this one is darker. Dangerous. 

"Lead the way," he says. 

Caroline matches his smile and reaches for his hand.  

[myrtenraphster]

RWBY Volume 6 Episode 3

HERE WE GO!

I’m starting to get a bit weirded out by the train being a main part of the OP when it only lasted for two episodes lmao

Tis the sneak peek scene :v

OZMA? OZPIN YOU NEED TO PICK A MORE SUBLTE NAME LMAO

Ozma looks waaay better than Ozpin tbfh

ALSO THAT SCEPTER

Oh god so Ozpin and Salem were a thing? GOD I CAN FEEL THE ANGST COMING

AND THERE IT IS

DED

Weiss looks so sad noooo ;n;

HEY IT’S THE BROTHERS GRIMM

So salem just... walked into Remnant’s equivalent of the garden of Eden?

SHIT IS THIS WHERE THE GRIMM WERE CREATED??

WAIT THEY COULD JUST WALK  TO THIS PLACE AND TALK TO GOD??

Salem you just pissed off a god... that’s never good.

SHE’S SHOWING HER TRUE COLORS

Oh... I was wrong, THIS is where Grimm come from.

THERE’S THE GOOP

....dude is ur back ok?

THERE ARE GRIMM. SO SALEM DIDN’T CREATE THEM.

YOU JUST MADE A DEAL WITH SATAN

YOU DONE GOOF’D

STRANGER DANGER

YOU FUCKED UP BIG TIME

And everyone thought it was Ozpin who messed everything up lmao

HE GOT REVIVED TO BE KILLED AGAIN

Also... that looked an awful lot like what happened to Pyrrha... HMMMMM

goD HE’S BACK

LET HIM DIE LMAO, HE’S GONNA GET BRAIN DAMAGE

yeAH THAT’s... THAT’S SATAN ALRIGHT?

DRAGONS HOLY SHIT THEY LOOK SO COOL

Oh... so the Evil brother was only píssed because he thought Salem had come to him first but now that it turns out he was just a second option he sees it was a mistake

Damn Salem, you fucked up BAD

“I don’t wanna go Salem”

AND SALEM IS NOW A KINGDOM HEARTS PROTAGONIST

shIT THEY REALLY MADE HER PAY

DONT SHOW THE BABY THAT SHE’S GONNA GET HER PTSD TRIGGERED

The dress is fine tho

No no no.... NONONO

STOP RIGHT THERE

Oh my god she’s making her curse seem like a gift

That’s smart... bUT EVIL

Dudes... they’re gods. They gave you those powers, don’t uSE THEM AGAINST THE DRAGONS

Fuckin... called it

DID HE JUST KILL THEM ALL??

HE JUST PULLED A MAJIN BU

“A remnant of what it once was” IS THAT WHERE THE NAME CAME FROM?

HOLY SHIT THEY SHATTERED THE MOON

Ok, everything you’ve done so far has turned horribly wrong. What could go wrong by jumping in a pool of goopy slimy darkness?

EVERYTHING YOU DUMB SHIT

And so the Joker was born

Hey he didn’t get brain damage from all the ded/life

doNT MAKE DEALS WITH GODS, NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES OUT OF IT

A tragedy is putting it lightly

WELP there go the theories of the paintbrush and the shield and the axes being relics lmao

NAH MAN IMMA KEEP THEM AWAY AND NEVER SUMMON U, U SCARY

NO PRESSURE THO

goD POOR OSCAR, ALL OF THIS IS FALLING ON HIS SHOULDERS

I can see the gears spinning in ur head boi, you just want to meet Salem again

FIRST REINCARNATION IS ALSO A FARMER BOI

Wait he forgot his name?

WAIT WHERE DID FAUNUS COME FROM??

DONT LEAVE ME HANGING ROOSTER TEETH PLEASE, WHERE DID THEY COME FROM

NonononoNONONO STAY AWAY

goD THIS ANGST

Let me guess, on his first life Oz did try to become the world’s ruler to bring them together and it didn’t work

NEVERMORES ARE BACK

....crunchy

FOUR LIL GIRLS...

Please tell me they aren’t the maidens... PLS THIS FAMILY IS ALREADY SO ANGST FILLED

SHE’S SHOWING HER TRUE COLORS AGAIN

NO BABY HIDE THE MAGIC

DONT FIGHT WITH THE GIRLS THERE DKSANCKDS

Dont kill the girls on accident pls

OH GOD THEY’RE DEAD ARENT THEY?

DED

AND AT SOME POINT HE BECAME TONY STARK

“You cant” The reactions of the girls they they are told this. You can see them start to think what even the point is

thAT’S IT???

GOD THIS WAS SUCH AN ANGST FILLED EPISODE... BUT WHY DID IT HAVE TO END THERE KSAMCKSDM

WELL Hopefuly next episode picks back up after the train crash and we’ll see the reactions of the girls. And most importantly Oz’s “most loyal” friend, Qrow.