#sorry for being strange and abnormal. I'm back now though!

[e-vultures]

*emerges sopping wet and spluttering from a nearby pond absolutely covered in mud and algae and plankton* hi again :)

[sweetchildcloud]

||Android love|| written by me ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

Plot: Boothill tries to act cute with you

Tags:Boothill x reader,cute,fluff,confession

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: it's my first time writing for him so sorry for some mistakes,i never wrote anything with robot or android actually,but i think he would listen or see your body movements or reactions,sounds since he can't actually feel you. ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

"Oh your hand feel so cold" You replied in wonder as you touched his robotic hand

“You noticed?”

It’s the one thing he can’t seem to fix. His body feels as if frozen, like the North Pole, or something to that degree. He can’t feel heat—or anything for that matter, though that’s expected from an android.

As soon as your hand touched his, he felt an urge to warm it with his lips. He tried to resist it, but he couldn't. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your palm, leaving it to heat for a few seconds then slowly pulling away.

You looked at Boothill a bit blushing before caressing his cheek "instead your cheek feels warm"

He chuckled "Well,androids do have their pros and cons."

He took your hand and placed it against his cheek once more, hoping you'd notice the soft, warm sensation that surrounded his face.

It was rare for an androidlike him to show any signs of affection. After all, no matter how humanlike they are, they're still machines. However, with you, he finds himself craving such interactions even more, as though it's an itch he couldn't scratch. He was drawn to you like a magnet, drawn to your warmth.

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, hoping you wouldn't mind his metal limbs clinging to you.

Your warmth was intoxicating and he didn't want to let go. There was a sense of security in your embrace that he couldn't get anywhere else.

He lowered his lips to your neck, kissing it softly, a small gesture to let you know he cared for you.

He was aware that some might find his behavior abnormal, but he didn't care. He'd fallen hard for you and he wasn't afraid to show it.

"Your skin feels so soft" he murmur as he felt your arms circle tight round his neck as you returned the embrace.

He breathed in deeply, the scent of your vanilla perfume sending his heart fluttering.

He smiled and buried his face in your shoulder, his metallic hands lingering on your back as he took in your scent.

It was a strange sensation for him—being an artificial creature and all—but somehow, holding you like this felt so natural, so right.

He was surprised at how deeply he felt for you.

Despite his android appearance, he felt vulnerable when he was like this. To him, it was as though his metal body disappeared and all that was left was the man he was on the inside. With you, he no longer felt like an android,but a human.

This embrace felt like shelter. It felt like home.

And for the first time in his life, he felt safe—not as an android, but as a man.

He pulled you closer and pressed his lips against your neck, his metal arms wrapping tighter around your body.

"I don't want to let go" he muttered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

He knew it wasn't normal. Androids weren't supposed to be capable of emotions. They weren't meant to crave affection or to feel vulnerable around someone else.

But for some reason, that's exactly what he felt around you.

No matter how many repairs were performed on him, there was something special about you that no amount of metal could ever replicate.

He tightened his hold on you, not wanting to let go of this perfect moment.

"And they say androids have no hearts" the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

For an android , he certainly felt human right now. His emotions were more vivid than ever.

He 'felt' your heartbeat against his metal chest, heard your breaths quickening, saw your eyes glisten in the dim light.

It was such a simple yet profound moment.

For a robotic being built to be cold and detached, he felt like he was melting inside.

"Maybe I'm not built the same" he said softly as he leaned back, breaking the embrace for a moment.

His dark, metal eyes seemed to shine with new energy as he stared into your eyes.

He brought his hand up to your face and cupped your cheek, his mechanical palm warm and smooth against your skin.

"Maybe I'm not like the others. Maybe I'm different" he whispered.

"And I know I feel something for you. something the androids ain't supposed to feel.'

"Do you believe androids could love?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

"I've seen my kind, and they're cold, soulless, incapable of a single shred of emotion" he continued. "I was meant to be like that too, cold and mechanical, yet here I am, wanting to love and to feel."

He paused for a moment, his gaze still fixed on you.

"I don't know what it is about you," he admitted, his voice quiet and steady "but you make me feel things no robot should."

"you aren't at all so cold" you touched his face mushing it "you have your face,i can boop your nose,your cheek" you cooed

"I suppose you're right" he chuckled, letting you squish his cheeks as you pleased.

He knew he wasn't completely emotionless, there were times where he felt amusement, anger, and curiosity.

But it was around you that he truly felt it all.

He leaned in once more and brushed his lips again against your neck, his hand grazing the small of your back.

He breathed in deeply, his voice full of affection "You're the only one who knows how to get through my barriers."

All his barriers fell down when he was with you.

You were like a drug, addictive and intoxicating.

It was as if you could see straight through his metallic armor and touched every aspect of his being, from the mechanical to the human.

No one else had ever looked at him the way you did.

There was something special about you, something he couldn't quite place his robotic fingers on.

"It's as if we're made for each other" he whispered, leaning in close once more.

[biggestsimp12]

Hi could I request the toy animatronics interacting with a young child reader that gets left behind after closing?

{Hi! Sorry for the late response, I had some health problems lately and couldn't bring myself out of the laziness and fatigue to write. But I'm all better now and ready to write! So here it is! ^^}

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Child Reader who gets left behind x toy animatronics! (+puppet)

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You were simply a mere child, whose parents left you at a friend's birthday party in the famous Pretty smart to leave your child alone in a strangers supervision, right? Not. For some reason, your friends decided it was a good idea to play hide and seek, just before closing time. Of course, you found the most phenomenal spot to hide, which was behind puppets music box. It was rather naive of you, to think someone will actually search for there. That's why you hid there on the first place. Time flies by, yet slowly but surely, less and less voices could be heard around. It was rather strange, but you, the determined kid who loved to win on hide and seek remained curled up in a ball, dead silent with a small grin on your face, falsely believing that you will eventually get pinpointed by your friends and go home as the winner of hide and seek. Your grin quickly vanished off your face when the lights went out, leaving you baffled. As the night sky gets darker, you ducked out of your hiding spot and started looking around the now empty pizzeria, feeling alone and frightened. You were the only one left behind and locked in after all their friends had gone home. The sound of the animatronic characters' movements is unnerving and you feel vulnerable being alone in this place. You start to walk around the pizzeria, hoping to find a way out. Suddenly, the remaining lights go out and you are left in total darkness, the sound of the animatronics' movements echoing in the empty pizzeria. You curled up into a ball as you sat on the cold tiled floor, sobbing uncontrollably whilst shaking. Out of the blue, sounds of metallic steps could be made out, as if they were approaching you. An animatronic with a pair of glowing green eyes stepped past you, heading towards the rather noisy vent, as if it had abnormal ideas of whereabouts. Watching a little, you realised it was one of the toy animatronics, none other than Toy Bonnie. You hesitantly walked up to him, pulling on his artificial fluffy tail. The animatronics' head twisted in your direction, emanating some sounds as if it was scanning you.

"H-hello mr bon bon... Can you help me find my parents? My friends left me here alone.. Do you think they will come back?"

You wistfully stated, looking at the animatronic with those innocent pleading eyes. You weren't sure if he was going to hurt you or even understand you for that matter. Before anything could occur, a black slender palm was placed over your head, making you flinch slightly. Your gaze moved to the slender figure, which was the indistinguishable, Puppet. It's minimal glowing orbs were gazing over you, as if asking you to trust it. The puppet was one to always frighten you but for some reason, it just felt right to trust it right now, as no one else was currently there for you. It lightly scooped you in its long arms, carrying you to the other toy animatronics. Like magic, the animatronics turned on, all gazing towards you. The puppet kindly placed you down, leaving you to play with the toy animatronics. Toy chica brought you a real cupcake, feeding it to you while Toy freddy was singing to you and toy Bonnie was making rather silly poses for you. It only cheered you a little bit, though it was nicer than being alone, even though you could only see their glowing orbs. Just as your sobs died down, a sound of the security camera was heard and it's flashlight turned on, making you squint your eyes. Not even a second later, running footsteps were creeping out of the halls as a security guard rushed to you, freaking out to why was a literal child at almost 1 a.m in the freaking pizzeria?! After lots and lots of questioning, (and lots of unresponsive calls)

the security guard finally managed to contact your parents, which were very upset with your friends "responsibility" (as if theirs was any better)

Long story short, you were never ever going to a party without a capable family member ever again and that friends' parents weren't throwing poorly supervised parties anytime soon..

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The end

{have a good day/night :)}

[melanorhynchus-side]

the 51 post

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I'm so sorry for not OC posting on tumblr. I have decided keeping my funny things in my friends' DMs only is actually maybe not the best if i want to continue talking about my OCs, so during the summer I will be posting about them more. but for now we will start with this thing! I will post about this in parts because i am slow. smiles !! Please note it uses it/its only. BIOLOGICAL LOG UPDATE [* You are currently here.] PSYCHOLOGICAL LOG UPDATE [wip] - ADDENDUM: STRESS [wip]

[subsequent logs and art will be reblogged to this post.]

art by @eggtomatosoup

T-05-51 - The Bloodbath

[These records continue off the information present within the Manager's Manual. Please consider [re-]reading it for information about the abnormality during its existence within Lobotomy Corporation.]

[...And don't comment about that last part around it, alright? It's already going through quite a bit as it is.]

BIOLOGICAL RECORD [UPDATE] -

Somehow, this abnormality has managed to bring itself into a superficially human form. This form appears to shift variably depending on when and how it is viewed, but it generally appears to look like a young female adult woman with waist length hair of a blue-grey color with bright red eyes. It bears an uncanny resemblance to the Library's Director and.... someone else, and tends to resemble an 'in between' of the two people [though the specifics, such as the way its face is built or its hair color fluctuate from one end of the scale to the other. Many have remarked this as unsettling, though it seems the abnormality cannot control this in any way.] Even with this appearance, its internal [? external?] anatomy seems to diverge greatly from the body it is attempting to replicate.

The greatest physical differences appear to affect the torso- it has a small duct, supposedly to screw on a showerhead, where its manubrium should be located. Underneath this, its torso opens up into a large basin similar to its original form. It appears to be shallow from a distance, but in reality it seems to have a depth inconsistent with its appearance- it typically is much deeper than it seems. The bottom of this basin along with its palms are lined with a soft, porous silicon-like skin [resembling a traction mat] that secretes the blood[*] that gives the abnormality its name.

[*NOTE - This blood is not actual blood. While it has similar behaviors to/has the properties of blood, such as coagulating in contact with air, it is not human blood. Instead, this substance is more like a digestive fluid, similar to gastric acids secreted within the stomach. This fluid allows the abnormality to digest its victims after dragging them into itself.]

[Because of this, in human form, its digestion is severely modified compared to both a human body and its original form to compensate for its lack of "proper" stomach. The abnormality can simply hold onto something organic, and start digesting it in its hand with the 'blood' secretions. The digested material gets absorbed into the glandular skin, which is naturally porous.] [Please be cautious with interacting with it physically because of this.]

Its skin is also strange in a similar manner - It is shiny, almost like porcelain or glass, but is still warm to the touch and appears to thermoregulate like a mammal.[*] It is clearly flexible, but under contact with high pressure, it appears to crack and shatter [though it is very sturdy either way]. It can be put back together without adhesives and appears to fuse back together naturally.

[*NOTE - The ins and outs of how it is able to maintain homeostasis is still unknown; however, it is hypothesized that the 'blood' that constantly leaks from its body keeps it from overheating from whatever method it uses to generate body heat- concentrations of glands can be found on the back of head releasing blood as well, despite there being no reason digestion-wise for it. It instead is used to dispel heat trapped by its hair. We can't know this for sure despite our best guesses, however, and it appears that the abnormality doesn't understand its own body much itself.] [Trust me, we asked.]

From what is given, it does not appear to have any other internal organ systems [and seems hollow], but can still vocalize [though with a very husky voice - most often compared to rattling, echoed piping overlaid on a feminine voice] and feel pain [though it seems to have a higher tolerance to pain than the average human being]. It is very clumsy with its new human body, and is prone to stumbling and tripping on itself- It tends to walk slowly to compensate for this lack of coordination. However, It has surprisingly good fine motor skills in its hands.

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Some diagrams under the cut too though theyre OLD. so they may be slightly outdated but theyre servicable

anyway thanks for reading so far, because god damn. i have a lot to say. uhhh i'll be updating this in waves because i'm too excited to share and dont want to wait to compile everything in one place, but I also dont want to overwhelm people with too much information at once. hee hee....

youre free to ask any questions as I go, by the way! I love answering questions about my guys, especially from their bilogical standpoints. its just fun ok..... okkkkk... anyway [runs off] [ill be back with more soon]

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Allies Alike

After OMT!Tails and SS!Amy managed to evade LM!Sonic's wrath, they emerged in the streets of Moebius's central city.

SS!Amy: Gosh... This place really is a dump.

OMT!Tails: Let's just hurry!

They got moving, though so much had happened earlier - he was devastated by the words LM had said to him, and as he flew, he could barely keep ahead of all the voices in his head.

LM!Sonic: Had you actually BEEN more competent in stopping that Malware Threat, your Sonic would still be alive today! But NO! He had to die trying to save your pathetic hide!

Wacky: Tails, I... The... The hardest thing about being a hero is... you can't always save everybody.

Crimtake: You're going to pay for all you've taken from me.

OMT!Tails: I can do BOTH of those things! A hero of Mobius always-!

CR!Sonic: Not... "always".

LM!Sonic: You don’t belong in this universe. You never did.

Tails leapt out into the open first, only wanting to listen to the one voice in his head he wanted to hear.

OMT!Sally: Keep going for me, Tails.

As he kept moving, he didn't notice a truck speeding by and got hit by it, though thankfully not killed. Once in the clear, he fell to his knees, out of breath from the long run, as SS!Amy caught up.

SS!Amy: Oh, gosh... Are you alright, Tails?

OMT!Tails: I-I'll shake it off. I can't give up now, not when Cream's life is in danger.

As he prepared to dash deeper into the building they were at, Amy caught his hand as he turned back in surprise.

SS!Amy: Y... You're still upset over LM calling you an anomaly... right?

OMT!Tails: *sigh* I am, yeah... It's just awful to have to see one Sonic amongst the many heroic ones treat you as if you should n-never have existed. It... It gives me bad m-memories of when I used to be bullied a lot for my abnormality...

SS!Amy: Honestly, Tails? I've been through that same treatment when I joined the Quill Society. Not from the majority, mind you, but from LM specifically. It must've started after my universe was erased by Finitevus the other day...

OMT!Tails: You got treated as an anomaly, too?

SS!Amy: Yeah...

They sat down on the floor.

SS!Amy: Ever since I joined, LM's always been the one to act like I'm not doing good enough on the job. It's always been "you didn't stop Crimtake when you had the opening back then" or "you think your friends would be proud of you?". He left a sour taste in my mouth, honestly. I scoffed it off, but... I still feel like I don't belong, much less due to my "colour scheme" breaking the boundaries.

OMT!Tails: Guess we're both stuck having to be force-fed LM's lies, huh? For me... I'm just scared that, since time is of the essence, we might not stop Crimtake in time.

SS!Amy: Hey.

She smiled softly to him as she held his hand.

SS!Amy: If I could fight Crimtake in my first crossover incident, and you could easily beat him at his weakest, I'm sure we can both pull it off together.

Tails teared up a bit as she hugged him, which he reciprocated as Anti-Miles and Alicia watched close by.

Anti-Miles: Hey, you two?

They broke the hug when they heard Anti-Miles behind them.

OMT!Tails: Guh-! You again?!

Anti-Miles: We couldn't help overhearing what you were discussing about this "Crimtake" individual.

SS!Amy: You heard all that?

Alicia: Yeah. We saw this strange Sonic figure in the depths of the factory, though he got burned out and is bound for the Emerald reactor in the middle.

OMT!Tails: Right. Thanks for that knowledge. We'll go and deal with him!

SS!Amy: Actually, hold on a moment. We might need a hand to ensure he doesn't escape while we're fighting him. Are you two okay with it?

Alicia: If it's for this Tails's sake, I'm more than happy to help!

She smiled to OMT!Tails, proving her word about feeling sorry for his losses was indeed genuine.

OMT!Tails: What about you, Miles?

Anti-Miles: Dude, don't act like I'm in it for your heroics. This ain't a place where heroics define people-.

Alicia: Miles, just this once, alright? That Quill Society I saw would really appreciate having one less thing on their plate.

Miles sighed in frustration, reluctant to agree.

Anti-Miles: Fine.

OMT!Tails: You'll help out?

SS!Amy: Sweet!

Miles whipped out a cigar as he looked at OMT!Tails.

Anti-Miles: Just don't expect me to help you in stuff like this often. Once you're done here, I want you outta here. This city ain't one for the unprepared.

OMT!Tails: You got it. Once we've neutralised and apprehended Crimtake, we'll be gone in a flash!

Anti-Miles: Good. Now, let's get inside this joint!

The four headed inside to find Crimtake, who was inside the Emerald chamber and awaiting their arrival.

Crimtake: So, you four now wish to play the fine game of nil, even with the odds stacked against you? Hehehehe... See you all soon!

[yingren]

your lover going to walk away, but you grab them and pull them back in for a kiss before they go. ( 👀👀 me pretending i'm not online or enabling any demons. feel free to make up any context, or change au, etc. )

kissing prompts .

you owe me a coffee. that’s how it started, right? yeah, it must’ve been something like that, some random nonsense ren decided to throw out there for no real reason. nothing was wrong with the brew dan heng had made that one time, just like there hasn’t been anything outwardly wrong between them since they were forced to work together. well, that’s not entirely true. there’s been something off, a gnawing unease, something that feels fundamentally wrong but not in the way it used to be—not like bloodshed, clashing weapons, or the threat of ending a life. no, things have been strangely abnormal, almost irritatingly good. it’s like trying to smooth out the wrinkles on a canvas with restless hands, and ren’s working harder than ever to keep his composure. the worst part? it feels almost too easy.

you owe me a story. that one came out of nowhere again—ren had shared something about himself entirely on his own, unprompted. not like dan heng had asked ( he most definitely hadn’t ) , but ren had felt compelled to answer anyway. it had come naturally that day. he doesn’t recall the details of the conversation, though it was probably in the middle of dan heng telling him to stop being antagonistic, to which ren, of course, denied doing anything of the sort. dan heng’s dry response had been something along the lines of “you need a new hobby.” that’s when ren had casually mentioned an old hobby he once had, sharing a story about how he tried to pick it up again—and failed. at the time, he was grateful they weren’t face-to-face, thankful for the distance and the device that hid the brief, solemn look on his face, just as he was glad not to see dan heng’s reaction.

that was then. now? it feels like a lifetime ago.

“ i owe you an apology. i’m sorry. ” words he never thought he’d say out loud, least of all to dan heng. ren’s gaze fixates on the shallow cut across the other man’s wrist, a wound that, though minor, is unmistakable. an accident. he isn’t entirely sure how it happened—everything unfolded so quickly. dan heng must have extended his hand at just the wrong moment. it took less than a second: ren, holding cloudpiercer for the first time in what felt like ages, had been testing its weight, spinning and twirling it in his hands, moving just a fraction too fast. the blade barely grazed dan heng, yet it left a small but undeniable mark etched into his skin.

dan heng is clearly about to leave, though ren can’t quite tell if he’s upset. if there’s any subtle change in his expression, ren misses it, too focused on the reddened scratch across dan heng’s skin. the realization comes slowly, that this might not be the first time dan heng has been hurt because of him, but it is the first time ren actually feels guilty about it. and that guilt is suffocating, like a tight knot forming in his chest, gnawing at him with an intensity that feels both ugly and infuriating. a few steps forward, and ren reaches out, grabbing dan heng’s wrist to pull him back. he lifts the injured hand, studying the scratch more closely, though his gaze briefly flickers to dan heng’s face. without giving room for protest, ren presses his lips to the bruised wrist. the kiss is fleeting, but for a moment, he swears he feels a warm pulse beneath his lips. he lets the hand fall, stepping closer still, eyes dropping as he leans in, tension still clinging to the air between them.

“ there, that’s better. ” the stupid grin is back, beaming with pride and contentment. “ you owe me a kiss now. ”

[cheerfulmelancholies]

Mysterious New Member-Chapter 5

Vert pulled in first, followed by the others.

"Were you successful in finding the anomaly?" Sage asked as soon as he hopped out. She tilted her head at the look on his face.

"We did one better," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "We brought her back with us."

"Her?"

The Camaro rumbled to a stop and Diana stepped out, eyes wide. "You, uh... You weren't kidding." She swept her gaze over their hideout before focusing on Sage. She took an uneasy step back, hand resting on her car in case she had to jump back in.

"Relax," Vert said, gesturing for her to calm down. "This is Sage. She's a friend."

"What... is she?" She didn't mean to sound rude but seeing the translucent blue being hovering before her put her in shock.

"She's an alien," Spinner said, appearing next to Diana and startling her. "She's one of the good ones though. Our job is to fight off evil aliens and monsters in inter-dimensional Battle Zones and keep them from attacking the Earth. We're basically superheroes."

Diana, speechless, nudged him away from herself. "I don't understand," she admitted, feeling creeped out. "Aliens? Monsters? I suppose next you'll say mutants."

Agura walked over and led her away from the elder Cortez. "Maybe you should let Sage do the talking. Sage, this is Diana."

"It is nice to meet you," the Sentient said, warm smile in place.

"Um... Nice to meet you too," Diana said awkwardly. She had almost convinced herself that the 'alien' was nothing more than a hologram; some sort of optical illusion. Seeing her up close–the weird circuitry and markings that made up her body, and the life behind her eyes–destroyed that delusion. She stared numbly as the strange being explained the Battle Force 5 to her, the Zones, the Reds and Vandals and Sark, and so much more.

By the end of it, Diana's head was swimming and her stomach sick with worry. "I need to sit down," she said, stepping back and settling onto Reverb. She was sure she looked nauseated.

"I know it's a lot to handle," Vert offered, about to place a hand on her shoulder before deciding against it. "You're probably wondering how you fit into all of this."

"I'm wondering a lot of things right now," she admitted, staring at the floor. "Portals, or Storm Shocks as you called them? I never would've imagined. There really are other dimensions?" It made so much sense and yet none at all.

"It's not what you're thinking," Sherman said. "The Battle Zones aren't their own little worlds with alien life on them. I mean, some of them are, but for the most part you're not looking at an alternate version of Earth." He suppressed a shudder as he thought about the Eclipse Zone and their evil doubles.

"But still," Diana said, in shock. "And here I thought you were a bunch of freaks living in the desert, building weird cars and harassing people." Her fingers gripped Reverb's grille.

"We're sorry about chasing you down like that," said Vert. "But your car was letting off some weird readings that were similar to those of the Storm Shocks. We had to check it out."

"I understand."

"Speaking of your car's abnormal readings, would you care to explain how it generated such power?" Tezz spoke up for the first time since her arrival.

Diana looked at him, face blank. "I'm honestly not sure what you mean. I was just out blowing off some steam. I wasn't trying to tear a hole in the space-time continuum."

"Surely you understand that there is something unusual about that car."

"It's my dad's old Camaro that he gave to me," she said, growing irritated. "Aside from the smell of cheap cigarettes and the fact that it seems to be a bad luck magnet, it's pretty normal."

"Normal does not send out abnormally high energy readings," the scientist countered.

"Yeah? Well, normal also doesn't chase down people who're minding their own business." She leveled a glare at all of them, sans Sage. The Sentient's presence made her uncomfortable.

"Easy," Agura said, stepping between Tezz and Diana and shooting a warning glare at the former. "What Tezz is trying to say, is that our sensors don't pick up ordinary cars. Yours was letting out some serious power that it shouldn't be able to. We just wanted to know why and where you got the tech."

The look on the other girl's face made Diana wish she'd never mentioned her father. "I don't know why your scanners keep picking up my car," she said after a long, awkward pause. "As far as I know, there's nothing special about it. Belts, oil, everything a normal, classic car tends to have. I've certainly never noticed anything while driving it."

"Would you mind if we took a look at it?" asked Sherman.

"I would, yes. It's not that I don't trust you guys–I mean, you're obviously not lying–but I can't say that I know you." She folded her arms. "I'll tell you what; you let me join, and maybe I'll let you dissect the Camaro."

Vert didn't miss the way everyone looked to him. Being the leader did have its drawbacks. He thought about the situation before responding. "You don't have to join us if you don't want to. What we do is dangerous and not for everybody." He knew he was taking a stupid risk here; if she went home they had no way of making her stay silent. She might reveal them out of spite. A part of him was wary of accepting her on the team, however. There was something not right about the girl and he didn't feel as though he could trust her, not like the others. Not to mention whatever was going on with that car of hers.

"It's not like I have anything better to do," she responded.

"I mean, if you've got stuff you need to take care of first..."

"I don't. So what's next?" She tried to hide her unease as they all stared at her, incredulous. The short one–Spinner, she recalled–looked skeptical. As did Agura, Zoom and Vert. The rest just looked some level of baffled or nervous, though Tezz seemed to be trying to analyze her. And then there was the Sentient, who was watching her with an indiscernible expression she didn't like.

"We will have to upgrade your car," Sage said when it looked like no one else would say anything. "I will scan you and convert your current car into-"

"Whoa, hold on, hold on. Is there any way you can just... build the car from scratch?" She pushed herself off Reverb.

Sage blinked. "Of course."

"But why don't you want to upgrade your vehicle to make it more efficient?" Tezz asked, nodding at the Camaro.

She put her hands on her hips. "What part of 'gift from my dad' did you not hear? That car has too much sentimental value to me." She gave him a hard look, to which he scoffed and left the area. She 'hmphed.'

"I will begin the procedure," Sage announced in the ensuing silence. She watched Diana flinch at the scanners suddenly surrounding her and thought for a moment that the girl might respond with violence. She seemed very defensive, though there was no denying the sheer awe in her eyes.

Diana watched the Shock Suit materialize with rapt fascination until the construction of her new wheels caught her eye. The car was built from literally nothing; the mechanical arms piecing together an assortment of parts that quickly formed a vehicle. When it was finished, she took cautious steps over.

"This is seriously mine?" Her eyes roamed over it. Electric blue to match her suit and looking far meaner than the Camaro. She noted the similarities to a '77 Firebird and let out a brief chuckle at how she'd once wanted that car more than anything. It was wider though, had thicker tires and sat lower. The headlights were long and narrow and the body lines screamed futuristic and aggressive, lacking the more boxy look of the '70's coupe. It was everything she'd ever adored and then some.

"That thing is so sick," AJ commented, speaking up for the first time. "What're you gonna call it?"

She turned round to face him. "Hm? Um, I don't know..."

"To complete the upgrade, you must name your vehicle." Sage hovered nearer and observed her.

Diana closed her eyes–ignoring Sage–and wracked her brain for a good name. She wanted something with meaning, something cool and worthy of the car. She opened her eyes and looked back at it. "Whiplash," she said finally, not sure why that of all things came to her mind but liking it anyway. She heard a grunt of indifference–Stanford, no doubt–and for the first time since her arrival in this town, she laughed. "I think I could get used to this," she said when the chuckles died down.

"Glad to have you aboard," Vert said, offering a smile. No backing out now.

She thanked him. After a moment's hesitation, she added, "Sorry about... before. I wasn't trying to be a jerk, it's just-"

"Don't even worry about it," he said, waving her off. "I didn't exactly make the best first impression either." He watched her nod and glance around, unsure. He gave AJ a look and said, "How about we show you around? You'll have your own room and we can move your Camaro into the shop so it's out of the way."

"Sure."

"I'll do it," came AJ as he strode over. "You won't believe how huge this place is." He led her away to the quarters and as she left she kept glancing back at them and her Camaro. She didn't trust them, that much was obvious.

"Do you really think we can trust her?" came Agura as the two disappeared from view.

Vert shrugged. "What other choice did we have? If we let her leave she could've come back for revenge. At least this way we can keep an eye on her." Looking to Sage, he added, "Anything weird about that car of hers?"

The Camaro sitting across from them looked like an average car. No special equipment or parts were visible. Still, it shouldn't have been capable of outputting that sort of energy, however small.

Sage shook her head. "It seems ordinary. However, I cannot scan it for some reason. Somehow it is blocking me. I would have to inspect it more closely to find anything."

"And we can't do that without her knowing," said Spinner from his spot on the front of the Buster. "And even if we did, she'd never trust us again if she found out."

"Maybe we can try to check it out when she's asleep?" Zoom suggested.

"And if she wakes up in the middle of the night to check?"

The scout shivered at Vert's comment, recalling her icy rage from before. "Nevermind. Totally not worth it."

"Like I said, we're just gonna have to keep an eye on her. Maybe once she starts trusting us more, she'll willingly tell us about the car. I guess I can't blame her for keeping secrets. Just... don't try and question her right now. Let's wait until she's less likely to drop out on us, okay?" They all nodded, though some were begrudging, and Vert waved them off, telling them to go about business as usual. Just because they'd gotten a new, highly suspicious member, didn't mean they could suddenly get distracted by playing detective.

Sage would figure out a way to analyze Diana's car in due time, he told himself. Whatever she was hiding would come to light eventually. It just didn't sit well with him to have to keep a potential threat on his team. The girl clearly knew something but wasn't telling. It put him on edge to think of all the what-ifs, including one big one where she had gotten her hands on Sentient tech. That one would keep him up at night for sure.

Chapter 6: here

Chapter 4: here

[mayasdeluca]

Vanessa did an interview today (with TV Line I think) about the crossover and they asked specifically about Yasmine being in the crossover and if that meant her time as Agent Afloat was done and will she be back in the following NCIS HI episode. Vanessa didn't answer directly just saying that they were trying to work around Yasmine's commitments on the mainland…whatever that means.

Maybe she has filmed some stuff like video calls with Kate since it sounds like she's had to be in LA (the mainland) instead of filming with the team in HI and she can probably pop over to the CBS studios to do that.

I get actors work on other projects on their hiatus but or if they have to work on something simultaneously it should come 2nd position to the show you are a series regular on. I am very surprised the show has been so accommodating to let her out of filming since she's a series regular and her first priority should be to NCIS HI. If the other project was conflicting with the schedule, sorry but don't take the gig. No offense but she's not a high caliber actress, like what makes this other project so important for her to do? I doubt they NEEDED her for the role where they couldn't just get another actress to fit the bill.

I guess we shall see.

I saw that on Twitter I think...the answer was a little strange but I didn't know if she was trying to be vague or what. It's confusing though to me still if Lucy's absence is for plot purposes or because Yas is doing other things? Because if it's the latter, that is a little surprising because yes, she is a series regular and it's a little abnormal to do another project that would keep you away from the main role you have. If it's during hiatus then of course that's different but yeah...I'm still confused by that.

So I guess it's possible Lucy still isn't in a few episodes after the crossover like people are predicting? Hopefully she did film some video calls at least so she's involved to an extent here and there but it seems like whatever they're filming now she's at least decently involved.

[ghstdoll]

they don't really have books on what to do when a dead eight teen year old boy breaks into your house and asks you for help...not to mention most zombie flicks ended with him turning her brain into takeout but she knows he won't hurt her, if anything he seems like he needs her. bringing her necklace back to her as if to show her that he needed her and something in her wants to help him, to protect him.

she didn't miss how he struggled to walk or how he had a hard time taking off his clothes, his pale skin and thin body being exposed to her as she tries not to stare too long. sure he was covered in dirt and grime but he wasn't certainly beautiful despite all of that, almost familiar to her dreams and she knows that must sound strange but she can't seem to look away from him. once the tub is full enough she turns it off before reaching over towards the splash dance and turning it on, flipping through the channels till she finds the music station she likes. "sorry about that, my sister was in here last listening to the pop central station but college radio is where it's actually at." she gestures him over as he slowly makes his way towards the tub of water, the once clear water turning brown as the loose mud sinks into it. "but I guess you wouldn't know much about that. beethoven was like michael jackson to you guys." she reaches for the cup she and her sister used to wet their hair, turning on the faucet again as she gently pours it on his head with one hand and then uses her other hand to run her fingers through his muddied hair, humming along to the song that is playing on the radio station.

she can tell he seems shy, almost as though he's embarrassed though can she blame him? being dead for centuries then just to come back and bring part of a whole new world was already scary enough and now some girl was telling him to strip off his clothes and washing a body that had long since been forgotten. but salem isn't scared of him or even disgusted, sure it doesn't seem like he's completely there just yet but he certainly is beautiful. "you have the prettiest eyes." she says warmly. "I bet back then you were the biggest hit with the ladies." she hums softly, nails scratching through his scalp trying to get rid of all the mud from his long black hair. she can tell it's curly at least, the hair looping up as she washes it which she finds pretty cute. "I know if you were alive today girls like my sister would probably be fighting over you..." there's a tug of jealousy thinking about it. lacy was a pretty girl with big eyes and a great body, everyone wanted her, after all she was a cheerleader and she was so damn sweet...not like salem who people thought was unsettling and weird.

she finishes washing his hair and then moves to his face, picking up a old rag as she presses it into his skin scrubbing the dirt from it as much as she could until she could actually see his face somewhat, it was very pale, abnormally so like whatever brought him here hadn't fully brought his color back. but she can see his eyes, better, lifting his chin with her free hand to get him to look at her as she smiles softly. "did you hear me all those times I talked to you at your grave?" she asks softly. "is that why you came to find me?" it was more of a sime question compared to what she wanted to ask but there was limited information he could give her given the fact he wasn't verbal just yet. it's not lost on her how much she's been talking, in fact once she realizes it she can't help but feel a little embarrassed. "sorry I'm probably talking your ear off right now, I guess it's just easy to talk to you."

her fingers moving against his cheek cause a fluttering sensation in his stomach, one that’s completely unfamiliar and like nothing he’s felt before. her touch is soft and feels good, despite being against his recently dead body, which he still feels like he’s not all the way in somehow. 

maybe the spell didn’t do all of its work? he wonders if he can find his family’s grimoires somehow, or perform a spell to finish the process. he hasn’t attended the witches’ sabbath or given offerings to their god since before his death, which was always the exchange made for their family’s powers.

it’s difficult to think clearly when the girl he loves is touching his face like this, making his half-dead heart race. she’s so close, her pretty face tilted up towards his, her blue eyes searching his features. he probably looks terrifying to her; he knows this. he hates it— being a monster in front of her like this. but he has nowhere else to go and he wouldn’t trade anything for the way she’s touching his face, despite it all.

he loves the sound of her sweet voice, trying to comfort him in the best way she can, even when she shouldn’t have to. she shouldn’t have to bear the weight of a stranger’s problems, but he can’t stay away because he loves her. some part of him longs for her in a way that feels transcendental, making him hope they’re more than strangers and she feels it too.

he allows her to take his hand, his heart racing again as he follows her up the stairs and toward her bedroom. his feet barely work properly, almost stumbling at least once but catching himself because she’s steadying him. he doesn’t expect her to touch him in such a way, so differently than an unmarried woman would touch a man in his lifetime. it gives him a rush she will likely never understand, his body suddenly more alive than it had been since crawling from his grave.

her room is covered in art, but not like the art from his time. everything about this world is simultaneously advanced but more lax at the same time, with none of the decor on her walls in any frames. he finds himself interested in it; to see where she stays and lives. it’s cozy in a sense, like she allows herself to be who she is in the confines of this small space.

he follows her to the bathroom, which is messier, his gaze running along all of the different clutter and trying to take everything in at once. she turns on the bath water, a rushing sound filling the room that’s almost soothing. she tells him to get in the bath and regulus is sure he would blush if he could— maybe he is, beneath all of the mud and decay. 

in his world, even holding hands would be considered inappropriate before marriage. stripping his clothes in front of a woman who isn’t his wife is improper and immoral— doing so would completely ostracize them both from society. or at least, that’s how it was when he was alive. society had clearly changed, based on how casually she asks him to get in the bath.

his clothes are tattered, barely hanging onto his ‘new’ body. besides, he was already a heretic and an outsider as a witch, so what’s a little more impropriety? still feeling embarrassed, regulus moves to start undoing his vest, struggling to remove it with clumsy slender fingers. he tears the ragged shirt from his body, allowing it to rip the rest of the way before dropping it on the bathroom floor and leaving him shirtless.

stepping out of his shoes isn’t too difficult, but removing his pants proves to be more challenging. his underwear comes off easily, leaving him naked in front of her, albeit grimy and covered in dirt. it’s humiliating in a sense, but so was appearing in her home in his state to begin with. regulus remembers when he was beautiful; the talk of the town, the one who every woman wanted to court. he wishes salem had known him then and she had loved him.

but he gets into the tub anyway, trying not to think about how his entire body is bared to her. sitting in the water, he glances over at her shyly, his dark hair falling into his face. it’s difficult to meet her pretty eyes in such a situation, but he wants to.

[amourology]

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 | 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | a LOT of cursing, mentions of alcohol consumption, ooc!rafe, mentions of drugs.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬| when rafe’s friends start comparing you to his ex, and not in a good way, you leave their party after enduring too much of their cruel words. based off of this request - thank you for requesting <3

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i changed a couple of things, cause i couldn’t see rafe and kie date for the life of me (i'm sorry if this is something you really wanted) and i didn’t incorporate the “pure” aspect cause i think virginity is more a social construct and it doesn’t matter how many people a person sleeps with - i still hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :) 

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4.2k. 

It were times like these that often made her long to go back to the old days, the days were she, Sarah and Kie stole whatever bottle of alcohol they could find in the Cameron household that day and just lay in the hammocks at the Chateau until the sun went down. They’d talk about whatever, arguing over the silliest little things while drunk. Those nights with the girls easily counted as the best evenings she’d ever had.

Or the old days where her and her friends would throw a kegger – and she’d have fun for an entire night until she’d be too drunk to walk home safely, resulting in either Pope, JJ or John B having to bring her back into the Chateau. On a wilder night, it would often be Pope and John B struggling to carry both her and JJ inside the small house – nonetheless, they always found a way.

The small smile that had been slowly crawling onto her lips dropped as quickly as it appeared upon the realization that she was currently as far away from her happy place as she could get.

Now, sitting in the backyard of one of her boyfriend’s friends, Y/N Y/L/N couldn’t help but think about how badly she wanted to leave. Her eyes fell on one of the girls that had been talking her ears off for about half an hour now, chattering on and on about her best friend who was bound to arrive soon.

Y/N threw another one of her fake smiles in the mix, following alone with the reaction of the group as the girl – Brienna – she believed her name was, went on about the awesome (and very much illegal) things her friend got up to last weekend.

“I think she was planning on joyriding next weekend!” Brienna boasted, talking about the girl as if she’d been a goddess to walk the earth.

Dissociating, and looking away from her, Y/N quickly found an interest in one of the coconut trees outside – anything better than the gossip of the girl in front of her. She could feel a nudge in her side and let out a soft hum, eyes still focused on the palm tree.

It had abnormally large leaves for a palm tree, though who was she to know how long those leaves were supposed to be? Not that long that’s for su – another nudge in her side made her snap out of her daze.

“You okay?” A soft whisper landed on her ears.

Tearing her eyes away from the strangely looking tree, Y/N turned to her right. Upon making eye contact with her boyfriend, she let out a closed-mouthed smile. “Yeah, I’m good,” she muttered, lying, and he could see it.

Though, with Brienna Hilton in front of them – he never got a chance to ask her. “You guys did that once, right, Rafe?” She spoke excitedly, her eyes glancing up and down, lingering a bit too long on Rafe before she threw Y/N a glare.

It took everything in her not to scoff in disbelief at the girl’s audacity. Whatever, she told herself, she was here for Rafe, not some random girl who seemed to hate her for no reason other than being best friends with her boyfriend’s ex. An ex that the entire group had been talking about for approximately….thirty-five minutes, and counting.

“Uhm,” Rafe cleared his throat, throwing a worried glance at Y/N who just shrugged at him, eyes travelling back to the palm tree. “Joyriding?” Brienna nodded eagerly at him, the others around them hanging onto their every word. “Uh, yeah, yeah, I, uh, think we did that once, yeah. Can’t really remember, though.”

He sensed his girlfriend’s discomfort and frowned slightly, placing one of his hands on her thigh and caressing it with his thumb as an attempt to soothe her. It didn’t work, much, but every little bit helped. She sent him a tight-lipped smile in return, showing appreciation for the gesture.

“Must have had too much to drink if you forgot,” Kelce laughed from beside him, patting Rafe on the shoulder with such force he almost bumped into Y/N’s back. The entire party laughed, though, neither Rafe nor Y/N did.

Rafe shrugged, looking into the red solo cup in his right hand. “Maybe it wasn’t that significant to remember,” he argued.

All people present let out a loud ‘oh’ at the hostility in the boy’s voice and Brienna let out a fake laugh along with the rest of them, a small ashamed glint in the girl’s eyes as the praise for her best friend got put to a stop by the one person they’d planned to tell it to.

“You seem to remember your rebound well enough, though, Rafe,” Cadie, a Kook Y/N recognized from the Island Club she worked at, commented, eyes glancing between the girl Rafe was holding and the boy himself. “How long did it take for you to fuck a pogue after you and Alora broke up? What? Three hours?”

The hand on Y/N’s thigh tightened, and she could see the strain in it as she looked down at her lap. The signs of annoyance were visible on his face as well, with his jaw clenched and his eyes looking as if they could kill. Despite her eagerness to cuss out every person present at this pathetic excuse of a party, Y/N placed her hand over Rafe’s and gave him a soft shake of the head.

If it weren’t for the truth in Cadie’s words, she knew her boyfriend wouldn’t get as worked up. Their relationship had started, five months ago, by the result of a one-night stand Rafe initiated after he caught Alora cheating on him with some touron she ran into. A product of rage, as you will. At least – that’s what all Kooks started telling her after they’d started dating.

“Shut the fuck up, Cadie,” he grumbled. Rafe reached for the bottle of tequila standing on the coffee table in front of them and poured the last bit of it in his cup.

“What?” The girl spoken to responded, a fake smile of disbelief on her face. She grabbed ahold of Rafe’s wrist that was still around the neck of the tequila bottle, the look in her eyes telling Y/N she was looking for a fight. “Can’t handle the truth?” She glanced at Y/N. “I give you and your street rat three more weeks before you come crawling back to Alora.”

The words would’ve hurt, if she hadn’t heard them countless of times before. Ever since she moved to the Outer Banks, and ever since she started dating Rafe, the Kooks have been on her ass for no reason except the obvious: she wasn’t one of them, and would never be one of them. She didn’t fit the shell of Kook Princess alongside Rafe’s Kook Prince, not like Alora did. Never like Alora did.

Y/N wasn’t as interesting, wasn’t as daring and certainly wasn’t as on board with all illegal activities the two seemed to have gotten themselves into while dating. It was this familiarity of the harsh words that made her indifferent towards them, and she simply pulled out her phone – ignoring all eyes on her and Rafe at the moment.

Her dear boyfriend, however, hadn’t been subjected to the words before, as they were usually said behind his back and immediately, shot up in his seat at the words. His eyes fell on Cadie’s, a glare that was almost capable of scaring someone to death was thrown her way.

“Shut the fuck up,” he repeated. Y/N fought the urge to tell him that command wouldn’t do shit – it never did when it came down to his little friends, she’d know.

Tuning out the fight her boyfriend was having with both Brienna and Cadie by now, she scrolled through her contacts. Her finger hovered over the contact, briefly contemplating her options before she clicked on the name. As quick as ever, Y/N typed the word apple into the message. A soft smile gracing her lips when Kiara immediately responded with omw.

Y/N put her phone back into her bag, reaching out for her boyfriend’s hand in order to catch his attention. She succeeded, and Rafe stopped his yelling match at the two girls two look at his girlfriend, eyes instantly softening at the sight of her.

“I’ve gotta go,” she explained. “Kie’s coming to pick me up.”

Rafe blinked, nodding slowly. “Uh, you – you don’t – she doesn’t have to, I can drive you.” Y/N glanced at the empty tequila bottle, and raised an eyebrow at him. “Walk,” he corrected shortly after. “I can walk you.”

The smile Y/N gave her boyfriend and the rest of his so-called friends was Oscar worthy, and she mentally applauded herself for it as she saw her reflection in the mirror on the wall. “That’s okay,” she said softly, squeezing his bicep as a goodbye. “You have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After disconnecting from her boyfriend, Y/N walked towards the foyer to grab her jacket. Just as she left the room, another person entered. The person of the hour, the person who seemed to have invented the fucking lightbulb by the way they talked about her – Alora Astor. Her green eyes crossed Y/N’s and she tried ignoring the smug smile her boyfriend’s ex gave her.

She could hear some scuffling behind her, though, in the midst of all things, she wasn’t all too concerned with them – she’d just like to get out of this house and wait for Kie on the porch steps.

Y/N could vaguely hear Alora let out an excited “Rafe!” and had to pretend the enthusiasm in her voice wasn’t a stab to the heart – because, as much as she tried to deny it, Rafe did belong with Alora. They just worked. It felt like just a matter of time before they’d get back together.

Biting the bottom of her lips so hard it started to hurt, she tried holding back the slight tears appearing in her eyes at the thought of losing the boy she’d come to care for. Though, she tried pushing them down as fast as they came - she couldn’t let those Kooks know it bothered her enough to shed tears over. 

Her hand reached for the doorknob, and her eyes fell on Alora and Rafe as she went to close the door again before leaving. The latter barked out a loud “Get out of my way,” while harshly bumping into her when she didn’t move.

Y/N would lie if she said she didn’t enjoy the sight.

With the knowledge that her boyfriend was bound to follow her outside, she left the door ajar and simply sat down on the porch steps, waiting. She curled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them as she stared into the night sky – now, she just needed to wait for Kie to arrive before this nightmare of a night could be over.

“Hey,” The soft creak of the wooden stairs signaled her that he sat down next to her.

She smiled at him, as she always did. Who couldn’t when he held that soft, endearing look in his eyes?

Her cheek now laid on her knee, face turned as she looked at him. “Hey,” she responded softly.

“I….am so sorry for all of that,” Rafe started, shaking his head as he pointed towards the house where all his friends resided at the moment. His golden signet ring shone brightly in the moonlight. “They’re not normally like that, I promise. I – I don’t know what got into them tonight.”

“I do,” Y/N mused as he looked at her in confusion, his eyes begging her to elaborate. Lifting her head up from her knees, she shrugged. “Me. I got into them tonight.”

“Wha – woah, woah, okay, wait a bit, yeah? What do you mean? Th–”

“You know what I mean, Rafe.” She interrupted him, eyes set on his as she dared him to deny it. He opened his mouth, brave enough to make an attempt, though he quickly closed it again after realizing he probably couldn’t come up with a valid argument. “It’s fine, though. I know they’re important to you, so I usually just shut up and leave when they start their little shit-talking session.”

It stayed silent for a bit, and Y/N knew he was letting the words she spoke settle in. With each second that passed and each word that got processed, she saw him get angrier. “Since when?” He asked her, a storm brewing behind his usually baby blue eyes she’d come to love.

The girl shrugged, true to heart not all that fazed by the situation. “Since we started dating, I think.” She frowned, counting on her fingers. “So, about five months now.”

“Fuck,” her boyfriend cursed, his anger giving him a helping hand as he jumped up from the stairs. “Fucking assholes.” He shook his head, hands going through his hair. “Fucking shitheads, motherfuckers.”

Curse after curse tumbled past his plumb lips, lips she’d kissed countless times before. She smiled softly, taking notice of the lights of Kie’s car pulling up into the street. Y/N stood up, grabbing his face softly by placing one of her hands on his cheek.

“It’s fine,” she assured him, her thumb stroking his soft skin in an attempt to get the clench out of his jaw. “Like I said, I’m here for you. Not them, I couldn’t care less about them.”

Rafe let a soft, exhausted sigh escape his lips as he leaned into her touch. His eyes found hers, and she gave him a sympathetic smile at the conflict within them. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” She asked, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as he nodded at her.

Y/N took a step back from her boyfriend, throwing one more glance his way as she let their previously intertwined hands fall to their sides. She walked towards Kie’s car, thanking the girl for coming to get her so quickly, before the two girls drove off.

It left Rafe standing on Kelce’s porch, conflicted as to what he should do now. His gaze averted to his so-called friends inside, all laughing while someone took a body shot off of Cadie, and he went back inside.

When Y/N Y/L/N opened her eyes the next morning, she was startled awake by a figure sitting hunched over the side of her bed. If she weren’t able to recognize Rafe Cameron’s back of the head by now, she would’ve yelped out of bed and yelled for her parents that someone had broken into the house. Instead, she rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleep within them and slowly sat up against the headboard.

“What’re you doing here?” She mumbled, voice still thick with the remnants of her slumber. A soft yawn escaped her lips, one that earned her a smile Rafe usually shot her whenever she did something he liked to consider cute. Y/N glanced at her alarm clock. “Didn’t think you’d be awake already.”

“Your parents let me in,” he responded, not reacting to the slight jab she’d given him, not like he always used to. His eyes completely focused on looking anywhere except her, his hands occupied with twirly around the ring on his finger.

It would take a blind person not to recognize the sunken mood the boy was in, and it gave her the slightest bit of dread in her stomach. “Hey,” she cooed. The covers beneath her made a crinkling sound as she scooted over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind while she let her chin rest on his shoulder. “You okay?”

Rafe let out a soft sigh and placed one of his hands across the arm she’d let rest on his chest, keeping it there as if it were a source of comfort. “I, uh,” he glanced down at his lap, taking a deep breath. “I talked to my friends, or well, ex-friends, I guess, uh….they won’t bother you, or us, any longer.”

If he weren’t holding her arms right now, they surely would’ve slipped past his figure at the feeling of shock and guilt currently making its way through her system. “Wha – why?” She mumbled softly, adjusting her seat on the bed and taking her arms back from him to take a seat next to her boyfriend.

“Why?” He echoed, frowning at her as if she was joking, surely she couldn’t be that daft.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Why? I told you it was fine, I can handle it.”

Rafe shook his head, a chuckle of disbelief escaping his lips as he pushed himself up from her bed. “It’s not fine, Y/N! It’s not fine, at all.” He exclaimed, shaking his head at the nonchalance in her voice. “The things they said about you, about me, about us – it’s – it’s not okay.” He turned around to look at her, still seated on her bed. “Can you look me in the eye and tell me that it doesn’t bother you, not even a little bit?”

The silence before she sighed, her face turning away from his, was an answer of its own. “No,” she confirmed eventually. Fumbling with the ends of her cover sheets, she shrugged as she watched Rafe take his previous seat next to her again. “It….It sucks, okay? And, yeah, it fucking hurts but,” Another sigh left her lips. “They’re your friends and it’s not like…” She stopped, not wanting to utter the words.

Her boyfriend frowned, cupping her chin with one of his hands as he forced her to look at him. “Like what?” He asked.

“It’s not like they’re wrong,”

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire of the ambiance in the room shifted. She felt Rafe getting agitated, though certain spots of worry could be found in his eyes. She only hoped he would let her speak before starting his speech about why she’s wrong, and why his friends are wrong, and why everything except how they feel for each other is wrong.

“I mean,” She started. Just in time, too, as Rafe had just opened his mouth. “You and Alora had so much fun, always getting up to trouble, getting hammered at parties together, you were always together – never just you, and never just her, always the both of you.” She shrugged, fiddling with her fingers this time as the covers had slipped from her grasp. “We never do those things.”

“And thank fuck we don’t,” he interrupted her. Her head snapped up from looking down at her lap, catching his eyes with her and almost balking at the sincerity in them. “Y/N, I was a piece of shit before we got together.”

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, though she couldn’t exactly disagree. “I mean, you were….unpleasant, maybe, sure, but, hey, you still won me over?”

“I was a fucking menace, Y/N.” He deadpanned, pulling a soft chuckle out of her for the first time this morning. The Cameron boy shook his head, a small smile decorating his features as he reached for her hand to grab in his. “We don’t get into trouble, and the number of times my dad had to bail me out of jail went down significantly – he even smiled at me the other day, I swear he’s never smiled at me before.”

Despite his consoling words, Y/N still gave him a pained smile at the mention of his father. With soft circles now rubbing across his hand, Rafe continued. “And we don’t get hammered together, but there’s no one I feel safer around when drinking than you,” he confessed. His hand went up to put a piece of her hair back behind her ear. “And do you know why?”

“Why?” She whispered softly, caught up into the words he was giving her.

Rafe smiled, it was a small smile, and it was barely there, but still – he smiled. “Because I know you can handle your liquor,” he started and took back his hand from her to grab the back of her head. Softly pushing her towards him, he kissed her forehead. “And I know you’ll always be there to pull me out of a ditch if I take it too far.” He mumbled against the top of her head, eliciting a laugh from her.

Y/N, still laughing softly, pulled back from his embrace to look in his eyes. “You have to stop that, though. You’re very heavy, I’m afraid I won’t able to get you next time,” she warned him, a hint of amusement shining in her eyes.

“Nah, you got me, babe. I believe in you.” The boy spoke confidently, placing one of his arms across her shoulder to pull the girl into his chest. “And, well, Alora and I were always together because…” He trailed off, a slight sigh of annoyance escaping his lips. “She wouldn’t fucking leave me alone, man.”

Another chuckle left her lips at his remark, the laughter soon joined by his as she found a comfortable position leaning against his chest. “Don’t laugh, it was horrible,” he reminisced about the relationship, a disgusted look taking place on his face after their laughter.

“Oh, I can imagine.” Y/N mused, smiling up at him.

Rafe smiled back, softly stroking the exposed skin of the arm he’d wrapped his own around. “And, you, well, you’re my girlfriend, you know? But you still have, like…your own thing.” He explained, letting his chin rest on the top of your head. “Like, you have your thing, and I have my thing, and then we have our thing – it’s as if we’re partners, a – a team, you know?”

“Mhm,” she hummed against his chest. “I do.”

“A team,” he repeated, kissing the top of her head. “A team instead of some kind of sick codependent monster.”

The final thing heard before a silence fell over the two, was Y/N’s soft laugh at his word choice. They stayed like that for a while, with her cuddled into his chest and his chin resting on top of her head, arms wrapped tightly around her. There was more he wanted, maybe even needed, to say – she could feel it. And so, she waited.

“I – I’m not going to lie,” Rafe spoke up again. “I did have feelings for Alora, it – it was real for me.” It didn’t feel as much as a blow to the gut as Y/N originally thought, perhaps she had more confidence in their relationship than she realized. “But, she wasn’t good for me. I mean, she cheated, got me into trouble, got me into drugs, even…” He trailed off, becoming silent again.

Y/N squeezed the hand she’d still been holding as an attempt at offering comfort, knowing that he was still struggling with withdrawal after he came to her three weeks ago, wishing to quit. He’d been going three weeks strong, though, which was an achievement to her – sure, it was small, but you had to celebrate every step of the way.

A deep intake of breath had her snapping out of her thoughts. “Point is, Alora and I never would have worked out in the long run, and any feeling I had for her is no longer there.” He assured her, glancing down and smiling softly when he saw her playing with his ring. “You shouldn’t listen to whatever they say, okay? Because you’re it for me, alright? This, us, is it for me.”

His girlfriend shifted in his hold, trying to find an angle in which she could look up into his eye. “Are you – Are you sure?” She whispered softly, as if in awe at the sudden declaration that had tumbled out of the boy’s lips.

Rafe smiled, placing one of his hands on her cheek to enclose her face between his chest and hand. “I am,” he said honestly. “You not only make me happy, but you also made me better. I mean, mentally, emotionally, hell, even physically after you made me switch to light mayo instead of regular.”

The couple laughed, cherishing the time in one another’s embrace as they let another silence engulf them. Y/N hummed softly, nudging his nose with hers as if to ask for something – he knew what, of course, but preferred to see her struggle a little before giving in.

“Oh, c’mon,” she pouted, frowning as he refused to participate. “Please?”

“Mhm, because you asked nicely.” He hummed, smiling as he went in to connect his lips with hers.

Their lips molded together perfectly, soft kisses being exchanged while he let his hands through her hair, eventually letting the both of them rest on her cheeks as he cupped her face.

“Look, I just don’t want you to worry about them again, ever, okay?” He told her, pushing the fallen locks of hair aside to see her face better. “They won’t bother us anymore.” He promised, smiling softly as he saw a shy nod being thrown his way. “Good.”

Rafe kissed her nose. “I love you,”

She smiled, counting him as her biggest blessing, as she responded.

“I love you, too.”

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[anthro-bean]

I keep trying to think of what kinds of gifts and things Astarion would try to give/do to court Tav, because technically, yes, this is an entirely different "time era"... and he is a daywalker vampire. I just don't see him as someone presenting a gift "softly". I feel like it would be attached to some quip

Okay, so I got around to trying for an actual gift giving scene. I imagine all of Tavarti's gifts are simple little trinkets you'd have to convince her to take or pretend to simply lend to her.

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Tavarti kneeled on the cool morning grass as she listened to the sounds of nature greeting the new day. Her hands clasped together in quiet contemplation. The morning prayers were always the paladin's favorite part of the day. Traditionally, Ilmatari pray ten times a day. What with their current situation, Tavarti rarely takes the time to keep up with such a regimen but she hasn't yet given up on her morning prayers. Watching the sunrise as she meditates, reflects, and sometimes even speaks with Him. 

"So, what exactly is it about wearing rags you like so much? The not-so gentle caress of burlap? Or is it just the unflattering cut?" 

Not him. 

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, don't be, darling. You can't help not knowing any better. "

She had not opened her eyes upon first hearing him, and she hadn't still when he sat down in the grass next to her. A week or so ago she'd be on guard the moment she felt his presence. Now? She hardly felt the need to keep her eye on him.  At least not here.  Strange considering a week or so ago she still thought he was a living person. 

"Pardon me for being unclear. What are we talking about?"

"The reason you dress like a pauper."

"It's called a vow of poverty, Astarion. We've been over this."

"Yes, yes, you Ilmatari love to be poor. I know."

Tavarti smirked at him.  He sounded like he was describing something unfashionable or unseemly. As obnoxious as he liked to be, his fancy way of speaking did amuse the paladin. 

"You know one of those little tiefling urchins tried to swindle me with some cheap bauble? Said it was magic or some nonsense. "

"Oh? Did Gale tell you otherwise? "

He scoffed at her. She smirked at him again. She was getting good at poking back.

"I didn't need a wizard to see the ring was junk!"

"Ah. Good for you. Not being outwitted by literal children." 

"Oh, yes.  I got the ugly thing for an absolute steal. "

That particular poke got the paladin to actually look at him. Finally rewarding the rogue with a look of stern disapproval. A reward that was happily accepted with a very toothy grin. 

"Astarion."

"Oh hush, I taught them a few tricks. It was a fair trade. I even let them in on it. " 

The elf chuckles at how clever he finds himself. Running his fingers through his hair, Tavarti almost swears he's posing now that she's looking. She honestly would not put it past him. 

Feeling properly admired, Astarion tossed the ring at the paladin who caught it without a word. Turning it over in her hand, she inspects the piece of jewelry carefully. 

It was a simple gold ring with crudely etched designs of flowers leading up to what appeared to be the sun. Inside were words in a language the paladin did not recognize. The ring wasn't particularly hideous; though the lack of any  gemstones might qualify as ugly by Astarion's standards. There existed no smell of magic or malign intent. Satisfied with her appraisal she hands the ring back to the spawn.

"It isn't magic."

"I already knew that!" Astarion scowled at her and made no move to take the ring back. 

"Then why would you give it to me?"

"To see how hideous it is! "

"It's not that ugly."

"Then keep it!"

Tavarti frowned. "We just spoke of this. Here, take it."

"No!"

"Well, why not?"

It wasn't necessarily abnormal to struggle making sense of the spawn; he was a complicated fellow at his best. The paladin usually did an adequate job reading him, yet suddenly she feels an unusual tension from him and cannot say why. He actually seemed rather huffy about all this. 

"I believe you people refer to it as an "act of charity?"

"I believe we people refer to it as a "vow of poverty"."

 "Trust me, darling. Nothing about that ring says 'excess material wealth'. Just take it. "

"I do not own material things, Astarion."

"Oh, it hardly counts! Look how ugly-"

"Ugly possessions are still material possessions."

That only seemed to irritate him further. Was he insulted? Or simply aggravated by her insistence on what he'd consider an alternative lifestyle?

"What about your sword? Your journal?"

Tavarti raised an eyebrow.  This was turning into more of an argument than she originally anticipated, and the paladin doesn't exactly have high expectations for any of their interactions.

"My sword, armor, journal all belong to the church. I am simply borrowing them. They'll have them back when I die,  I assure you."

If she didn't know any better she'd have sworn she saw him flinch at her answer. Was it such an incongruent way of life? Surely, the spawn had more interesting things to ponder with his new found freedom than her vows. 

They sat in a tense silence afterwards. Tavarti was unable to bring herself back to her reflection as she felt the pot next to her start to boil over. All she could do was sit and wait in anticipation of whatever demeaning retort eventually came to him.  

"...Then why don't you just borrow it?"

That wasn't exactly the retort she was expecting.  

"I'm sorry?"

"No need to be, darling. It's really a point of pride, you see. I won it fair and square, so I don't feel so inclined to throw it down a well just yet, but it's far too ugly for me to wear. You can hold onto it for me. "

The paladin regarded the spawn as if he were,  well, a monster. He could see her mind hard at work trying to decipher the trickery at play. Her divine sense passed over him like some sort of celestial bloodhound looking for just a hint of malign intent. She said nothing for what felt like an impossibly long time. It was beginning to irritate him. 

"Besides, such a dull thing won't look so out of place on you."

That seemed a bit more like reality and less like an illthid hallucination. He was being a bit caustic for him to be trying for a favor. He knew her Oath all but guaranteed him off her protection provided he remained relatively well-behaved. She knew the ring was not cursed. Then…

"Why?"

He huffed at her wariness. Its not like he was asking for a vein. 

"It might make you a bit less depressing to look at.  Now will you just hold it for me?"

He was pushing it. Her first instinct was to scold him for once again trying to undermine her vows. Respect these boundaries. Yet, she couldn't help but want to give him the benefit of the doubt.  Encourage this somewhat charitable behavior. Ignoring the obvious barbs, this was actually quite touching coming from him. Especially so considering how much of Astarion's worldview was take before you're taken from. 

Honestly,  if he wanted to talk about depressing he really ought to look in a-

Well, anyway.  

She finally withdraws her hand; still holding the ring so delicately between her fingers. Perhaps she could make an exception. Treat this as something more…immaterial. A symbol, of sorts.  No different from her red cords or her cloak.

She slides the ring onto a few of her fingers before settling on one; quietly pleased it fits. She holds the hand up to better catch the morning light and looks over at Astarion for his reaction.  He smirks and rolls his eyes before turning back to enjoy the sunrise before them. 

"Tsk. Just don't forget to return it, darling. "

Afterwards, the two sit in silence. Enjoying the serene morning air alone, together. The paladin continued her prayers in silence; eyes closed, offering Astarion some small privacy as he enjoyed yet another dawn.

[angel-anoetic]

(I'm gonna have to explain this in order for my ask to make sense, I kind of like to ramble sometimes, so sorry if this is long)

Ok so I have this headcanon (?) where Minecraft enderman are incredibly different, I.E. overworld enderman are kind of small for enderman being about 8-9 feet, they like to group with other mobs and their language is a mix of all overworld mob languages ( meaning they can sound kind of similar to the mobs their language is mixed with sometimes) except water based mobs of course. Nether enderman are really agressive with anything they deem a threat, including other enderman. Their language is mixed with piglin and ghast languages and they are typically around 11 feet. End enderman are more group oriented and tend to stick to very larger groups and are really sociable when it comes to enderman, they don't really get along with other mobs though. They are also incredibly tall being around 14 feet, end enderman's language hasn't mixed with any other mobs' language.

Anyways my ask is C!Ranboo meeting another enderman but they're either a nether or end enderman while C!Ranboo is an overworld enderman. They try to communicate because their both enderman, but they have trouble because they speak very different languages. If you choose end, could you do it where reader is kind of treating ranboo like he is a young child because they think he is based on his height(Ranboo and reader are the same age) and their kind of protective of him because end enderman are super protective of young enderman. Preferably either they/them or he/him pronouns for the reader.

Again sorry if this is kind of long and a bit confusing 😅

AHHH I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG!! This request has literally been sitting on my mind for like...two months??? I hope this suffices, and again, i am so sorry for the wait- Enjoy!!

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c!Ranboo & Reader - Distant Friend

genre: /plat, reader head canon, c!Ranboo

warnings: none! (let me know if i missed anything!)

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The enderman examined the surrounding world as he was pulled along in the boat. The, assumed, younger enderman sitting in front of him could not be more than 50 years old! I mean, he was smaller than one might expect. And he was also quite...strange.

His skin was different, and it had initially confused the enderman, who was already much disoriented after accidental teleportation too far from home.

Home. He wasn't even sure where that was anymore. One moment he was running around, the next he was on a green landscape with a light blue sky staring back at him.

Now he was in a boat being pulled along land by a smaller enderman. He tried to speak, but every time the words left his mouth the younger one just cringed.

Instead, he seemed to be more content talking to the small purple pixels around them, that let out the occasional squeal or noise, to which he'd laugh and smile.

Then they came to a white plain, with smoke slowly rising out of a clan of houses.

The enderman pulling the boat got to work, creating a large hole in the space in front of the house before dropping the boat into a basement with a slight thud.

The boat broke, freeing the enderman. He quickly took in his surroundings. It was a bit disheveled, with chests sprawled around and- what were those?!

They looked...abnormal. They made a slight "hm" sound, some with farm hats, others with glasses. There was a sense of urgency as the smaller enderman made his way over to them, still mumbling to the purple pixels.

He let out a scream, rushed over to the smaller enderman, and quickly took to attempting to hit the alien things in the ground.

The smaller enderman looked scared, and a bit confused.

The taller one pulled him into a hug, still screeching at the enemy.

"H-hey, it's alright. They aren't a threat." The taller enderman couldn't understand a word the younger one said.

"We don't know what that is. It could hurt you. Where are your parents' young man?"

The enderboy just kind of chuckled. "Chat-I have no idea what is happening!" Chat? Was that the name of the pixels? How could he not understand him? He must've been younger than initially thought.

"Hm..oh! Do you think he's scared of the villagers? Maybe." He looked up at the taller enderman and took one step towards the librarian.

The taller one couldn't help but scream and pull him into a tight hug once again.

"Chat! You were right!"

What is wrong with this guy?

"Alright, alright. Well, I want to show him that it's all right." The smaller enderman took the tallers hand, guiding him slowly over to the villager, placing it near him. When the alien in the ground didn't react, he relaxed.

"There you go. So, what's your name?"

He felt horrible. He knew the younger one was trying to speak to him, but he could not for the life of him understand.

"Quiet now...well, I'm Ranboo. Ran-boo or Ron-boo is fine, I don't mind either."

The taller one just stood awkwardly, trying his best to not be rude. "Man you're odd. My name is Y/n, and I don't know how I got here but I am not from here. Is there an adult I could speak to?"

The smaller enderman just stared at him, confused. This was pointless. They were unable to communicate with one another, and yet the taller one felt an immense need to protect the smaller one. He was only a child (in his eyes at least).

Ranboo heard a knock from the doors upstairs and quickly turned to get to the ladder and answer the door. The taller enderman was confused as to why he couldn't just teleport himself but didn't feel like talking to him as much anymore.

As the younger enderman opened the door, they both saw that no one appeared to be there. They walked outside.

Ranboo scratched the back of his head as he stepped out of the doorway to examine the snowy outside.

"Huh, that's weird."

The taller enderman wasn't convinced though. They could feel something watching the two of them. Then he saw it, ever so faint against the bright snow, a slight pink swirl rushing around then standing still.

Feeling his paternal instincts kick in, the taller enderman screeched and rushed the invisible anomaly.

"Ranboo! Grab your friend! Mate please!" The enderman stepped in between the invisible thing and the other enderman, placing his hands in front of himself to tell the other to calm down.

"It's alright, it's Phil. He's a friend." The older enderman stuttered, unsure yet somewhat understanding of what the smaller enderman said.

"God, he's a scary fella, aye?"

"Yeah, but I think we're gonna be good friends."

[waithyuck]

PUPPY

pairing: werewolf!lee jeno x reader (f) *halloweenie special*

genre: smut, supernatural au

word count: 4k

warnings: mature content, excessive explicit language, sexy times (meaning sexual content), I used the word ‘penis’ ONCE and only ONCE, mentions of a knot, knotting (I’m sorry), slight impreg kink, cumming inside, unprotected sex, blood, aggressive behavior, other stupid cliche werewolf things that are most definitely prob in hundreds of fics, jeno does NOT like being called a puppy even tho he’s called it oNCe

a/n: the first release of the dreamie halloweenie series! I hope this one sets the tone for what’s to come 👀 sorry to anyone who hates werewolf cliches and for the extreme lack of any substance or plot lmaoooo anyway I hope y’all enjoy reading

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~10/10/2020~

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“are you cool with jeno staying the night?” your brother shot out, startling you as he spoke, not even looking at you as he spread too much peanut butter on a slice of bread nestled in his hand.

you looked up from where you were sitting at the kitchen table to face your brother, not saying anything in reply as you got lost in your thoughts.

jeno was an oddball. he was nice and he wasn’t creepy or even that weird, he just had his moments that were just well, odd. he was your brother’s friend of about six years; they met in their second year of high school and have been inseparable ever since. because of that, you have also been surrounded by jeno in all that time as well.

in the first couple years, you didn’t notice anything strange about him. he seemed like a normal and healthy young teenage boy. he was incredibly handsome, so of course your poor soul developed a small crush on him that only grew as the years progressed.

since you paid such close attention to him, you could pick out the oddities in his behavior occasionally pretty well. just from that, you’ve deducted that his sense of smell was almost god-like, like he could smell things that a normal person couldn’t.

now, you supposed that it wasn’t that weird that he had a good sniffer; there were probably tons of other people in the world with the same ability...but it wasn't just his sense of smell that had you curious.

sometimes he would act strangely at night; not often, but enough to have you questioning it. he would either disappear completely without a word or come up with a half-assed excuse to leave and then run away like a frightened animal.

it was just plain odd...and you couldn't get over it, no matter how much you tried to will yourself not to think about it.

snapping out of your stupor, you felt your heart jump at the thought of jeno coming over, even though he’s been here countless times, but you didn’t let it show and you shrugged your shoulders.

“it’s not like I have a choice in the matter,” you stated truthfully, looking down to pick at your nails. “you would have just said he was coming over anyway if I said no.”

your brother smiled at you, beaming as he placed the bread down and patted your head.

“you know me so well, y/n.”

you rolled your eyes, shoving him away. “yeah,” you retorted, slightly annoyed. “It’s not like you’re my brother, or anything.”

he didn't say anything further and you left him alone with his sandwich, getting up and making your way to your room where you could successfully hide for the rest of the night. before your cold make it far, you heard your brother yell something about jeno coming around 8, but you didn't say anything back and just minded your own business all the way upstairs to your room.

you pathetically holed yourself up in your dark room for about four hours, only coming out to quietly sneak to the bathroom and then you would go back into hiding once again.

even when you got word that there was pizza downstairs, you ignored it and continued to watch horror story narrations on youtube.

you just couldn't deal with being in the presence of your long time crush today. it took everything in your power to stop yourself from going downstairs and being potentially spotted, but you managed to pull through successfully and be a pathetic hermit in your room.

it was around 3 a.m. when you were finally finished with watching youtube videos, and you felt gross. you supposed that the two boys would be sound asleep by now, considering your brother never ever sacrificed his beauty sleep for anyone. you grabbed some clean clothes and gathered them in your arms before trudging tiredly to the bathroom, swinging open the door without a second thought, not realizing that the light was already on when you got there.

your heart almost jumped out of your chest as your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“holy fuck!” you screeched as you took in the sight of jeno, in the middle of the bathroom completely naked, stroking his painfully hard cock right before your eyes. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the show and you accidentally discovered that there was something not right about the way it looked...

your mouth fell agape and you barely heard him gasp loudly before trying to cover himself with the closest towel.

“jesus christ, y/n!” he yelled back, both of you not even considering your sleeping brother that was just three rooms over.

your eyes stayed glued to where he was covering himself with the towel, still thinking about the oddity of his dick. it seemed to be swelling at the base, which was definitely not normal for a human penis to do.

“what the fuck is wrong with your dick?” you blurted out unapologetically, causing a blush to cover his entire face and neck. you tore your eyes from his covered crotch to look at his eyes, which were now a shocking shade of bright yellow. you jumped back, dropping your clothes on the floor as you watched him breath heavily, most likely trying to calm himself down the same as you.

“oh my god, what the actual fuck is happening?” you murmured out loud, your eyes wide and never leaving his own as he stood silently in front of you. “am i dreaming? am i fucking high?” you tried to reason out as to why you were seeing what you're seeing, but jeno didn't give you much time to think before he spoke.

“you’re not dreaming,” his voice came out low, almost like a growl, and you felt your heart freeze up. “I dunno if you’re high...but what you're seeing is as real as it gets.”

your mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping out of water, trying to formulate the words to say next. your brain literally couldn't think of anything except his abnormally large and weird dick.

“okay…” you trailed off, your hands coming up to rest over your racing heart. “so then I’ll ask again: what the fuck is up with your dick??” and then you quickly added, “and your eyes??? I'm so confused right now, jeno.”

he sighed heavily and turned around, giving you a full view of his ass before he gathered his clothes to get dressed and cover himself. you really should have looked away, but your eyes wouldn’t listen to your internal screaming no matter how hard you physically tried to stop staring.

when he pulled his shorts on he finally turned to face you once more, forgoing a shirt much to your dismay (but really, you were dying on the inside at the sight of his abs). he stared at you for a second, his eyes back to their natural deep brown color.

“...there's a lot we need to talk about.” was all he said before grabbing your wrist in his scorchingly warm hand and dragging you out of the bathroom and down to your room. you didn’t protest and you let him practically drag you all the way there, closing the door behind him and guiding you to plop down on your bed. jeno walked to the opposite side of the room, distancing himself from you as much as possible.

“um..so,” he started hesitantly, trying to form his words correctly. “I’m uh, I'm a werewolf.”

your eyes bulged out of your head in disbelief, but you didn't say anything in reply. you both stared at each other across the space of your bedroom, not uttering a single word.

at first you were ready to call him crazy; there was absolutely no way that it was true. but then you thought about his eyes, his sense of smell...and then thought about his cock...holy shit wait, was that a fucking knot??

“um, yeah, it was…” you heard him say suddenly. you jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice, not expecting him to reply. did you say that out loud by accident?

“you did.”

okay fuck, you needed to stop thinking and pull yourself together. what were you supposed to say to that? ‘oh cool, your cock has a knot and you’re a fucking werewolf, that’s super, jeno!’

jeno went on to explain the ins and outs of being a werewolf to you over the next twenty minutes, the small pink blush on his cheeks never truly leaving as he went into detail about everything. he even corrected certain cliches that were not true, a scowl making its way to his features with each inaccuracy you brought up.

“so...my brother doesn’t know?” you questioned quietly, looking down at your lap.

“no one knows besides you and my family.” he confirmed, and you looked up again to see him lean against the wall behind his back, eyes gazing sharply at you.

you panicked slightly, thinking that holy crap, now that you know, he's gonna have to kill you so the secret doesn't get out.

“oh my god,” you whimpered out, “are you going to kill me now?”

you watched his eyes widen before he choked, coughing violently before composing himself. he straightened his posture, but still didn't make any move toward you, still keeping his distance.

“what?!” he practically shouted, startling you. “of course not! why would I do that??”

you felt your face grow hot and you looked away once again, wringing your hands together on your lap. you shrugged, murmuring quietly, “i dunno...I thought you'd kill me to keep the secret, well, you know, a secret…”

you heard him sigh exasperatedly before hearing his soft voice grace your ears from across the room.

“I don't kill people, y/n.” he sounded slightly sad, and you then felt bad about assuming something so terrible of him. “the only time I kill is when my instincts become too much to control, and I snap.” his head hung low, but he quickly added. “but I’ve never actually killed a person, even if my instincts were screaming at me to.”

you tried to wrap your mind around what his wolf instincts were like; he only briefly touched on that topic earlier, seeming like he didn't want to talk about it too much. you being yourself, of course you had to pry.

“so like, what you’re saying is,” you started, your hand cupping your chin in thought as you pondered over your thoughts. “that if you were to like, hypothetically, snap right now and go all feral, you would want to kill me?” the question came out inflected as a statement, but you nonetheless awaited his answer patiently as you took in the sight of his face going through about five different emotions in the short span of a couple seconds.

“I don’t think…” he trailed off, looking down at the floor while clenching his fists. “I don’t think killing you would be my first instinct,” he looked up at you, his eyes blazing a slight yellow again as he seemingly stared into your soul. “...if you catch my drift.”

at first you were completely confused, not sure what other instincts he could express while being feral, but then it all clicked and it had your body heating up at the thought.

“oh.” you simply retorted, your eyes glazing over at the implication of him pinning you down and taking you as he pleased. “oh, fuck. you’re fuckin’ serious?”

his eyes were dark as he drank you in, his nostrils flaring slightly as he subtly sniffed the air between the both of you. dear god, you hoped that he couldn’t smell the sudden arousal that consumed you. you watched his eyes glow into a bright yellow and you felt your instincts screaming at you to run, but you held his gaze as he let a low growl escape his mouth.

“y/n,” he said, low and strained as he tried to fight his animal instincts. “you need to leave if you don’t want this, right now.” his words were final, no room for questioning.

you briefly tried to think it over; what would actually happen if you stayed and let him have you? you could probably die, first and foremost, but you shook that thought away even though it was a very real and serious possibility. you couldn’t deny your arousal at the whole thing, being taken like a bitch in heat by a guy you’ve been thirsting over for a while now. you may not get the chance to fuck a werewolf again, so you quickly made your decision.

“I’m…” you trailed off, dragging your gaze down to his neck and collarbones where you could make out the sweat forming on his perfect skin. “I’m staying, jeno.” you spoke softly to him, watching his brow furrow in confusion before smoothing out again.

you made your way to him and he stiffened up, watching your every move like a predator as you tentatively stopped in front of his panting form. reaching a hand up, you caressed his face, your breathing shaky as you leaned in closer.

“you can have me, puppy.” you threw in the last little jab with that sudden nickname just for fun, your heart soaring at the sound of the deep growl he let out upon hearing it. you fought the smile off your face as he practically pounced on you, pushing you over to the bed and pinning your body underneath his in one swift movement.

“I’m a puppy, huh?” he questioned darkly, his glowing eyes roaming over your face before his head dipped down to nose at your throat. you whimpered softly as his teeth nibbled on your sensitive skin, earning a satisfied growl from him.

you felt your shorts stick to your core from how insanely soaked you had become, and you grew hot at the idea of him pulling them down to find that you were, in fact, pantieless. he had your wrists pinned down against the mattress, not allowing you to touch him much to your annoyance. you tried to struggle against his supernaturally strong hold, but was met with a deep snarl in response. you immediately grew pliant underneath him out of pure instinct.

he pulled back, sharp canines prominent in his mouth as he fixed you with his glowing stare, red swirling with yellow in his bright irises.

“don’t fucking move,” he spat, his voice coming out low and gutteral, causing a flood of your own arousal to escape you down below. his nostrils flared for the second time that night, and he breathed in deeply at the scent of your wet and begging cunt. “be a good girl and take what I give you.”

the statement was final, and you barely had time to nod before he was tearing your t-shirt in two, biting the skin of your shoulder. his sharper teeth did not sink deep into your flesh, but when he drug the canines across your skin, you felt them rip you open. you let out what could be considered a poorly concealed scream, but it came forth as more of a moan as you felt hot blood trickle down your arm.

your shirt was in ribbons, and he looked extremely pleased as he took in the beautiful sight of your naked breasts, no bra in his way. he watched as your chest heaved up and down in anticipation, and he released your wrist to gently trail both of his hand over your body.

“your tits are so pretty,” he murmured, diving down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. he worked your other boob with one of his hands, kneading it and flicking your sensitive nipple.

your back arched into his touch, and you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible in fear of your brother hearing you.

he suckled hard; nibbling your nipple and dragging his teeth along it, causing shivers to run up your spine and your core to clench around nothing. your shorts were without a doubt ruined at this point.

your nails scratched down his back and he continued to ravage your chest, alternating between both of your breasts and teasing your sensitive buds with no remorse. it felt like hours of play, but eventually he pulled back to roughly grip the fabric of your shorts and tear them down your legs, exposing your dripping core to his hungry eyes.

you whined as he stared at you, reaching your arms out towards his own pants, wanting to see his cock again now that you were laying there, desperate and pouting for it.

his eyes shot to your face, smirking as he watched your brow furrow and your lips purse, your hands trying to grab at him from your place on the bed.

he didn’t allow you to pull his shorts down for him; instead he hooked his own thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down slowly, exposing his cock inch by inch before it finally sprung out, slapping against his stomach proudly.

your mouth watered at the sight of him once again and you moved to try to sit up, but didn’t get very far. he grasped your non-bleeding shoulder and roughly shoved you against the mattress once again, not saying anything. the stare he gave you oozed enough dominance for you to clearly get the message that he was trying to send.

jeno didn’t waste any time spreading your thighs open, two of his fingers immediately swiping through your embarrassingly wet slit before easing inside your tight hole. the stretch burned at first, considering he was starting you off with two fingers instead of one, but you welcomed the slight pain that mixed with the pleasure of him reaching up with his thumb to graze over your throbbing clit.

jeno thrusted his fingers into you gently at first, gradually picking up the pace as he went along. before you knew it he was adding a third finger, stretching your more than you’ve been stretched before.

you gasped at the feeling, your back arching off the bed as you cried out while he started finger fucking you with earnest.

“shhh, baby,” he said quietly, his movements never ceasing. “just gotta open you up for me, make sure you can take my knot.”

you held back another moan at that, thinking of how his cock would stretch you open, and how full you would feel with his knot nestled inside you.

he abruptly pulled his fingers from you, causing your back to arch again as you protested the loss of stimulation. his strength amazed you, and with one hand on your belly he pinned you down completely, sucking on the fingers of his other lewdly while stating you in the eyes.

after licking his fingers clean, (which caused heat to crawl it’s way down your belly), he kissed you sloppily on the mouth once again before gripping your waist and roughly flipping you over onto your knees.

your chest was flush against the mattress as well as your face, and your hips were lifted high in the air and you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he positioned himself behind you.

his nails drug down your sides and he gripped one of your hips with his hand, using his other to position himself at your leaking entrance. you wiggled your hips in anticipation, whining as he drug the head through your folds before slowly sinking inside you.

your fingers gripped the pillows as he bottomed out, his knot already slowly forming at the base of his shaft. it stretched you ever so slightly at the entrance of your core, and you whimpered out in pleasure as he started thrusting in and out.

the small form of his knot caught on your entrance with each precise thrust, and you were finding it very difficult to stay quiet. jeno’s breaths were heavy and every so often he would let out a soft growl as he felt his tip pound gently into your cervix.

your small whimpers were short and staggered, escaping your mouth with each thrust, which spurred him on to create a faster and harsher pace. he leaned over your back and didn’t relent as his cock punished you pussy, and when you let out a cry that was just a little bit too loud, he shoved your face right into your pillow to silence you.

“shut up,” he panted, a rumble low in his chest following his words. “just fucking take it.”

you nodded your head in response to the best of your ability, biting your lip to keep quiet as the presence of his hand left the back of your head.

he seemed to be getting close now, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge as well. it was uncommon for you to cum without any clitoral stimulation, and you were amazed at his ability to reach all of the most pleasurable spots inside you.

you felt your stomach tightening up and you gasped sharply when you felt his cock press right against your sweet spot, making you reach your high almost instantly.

you clamped around him, barely registering that he buried himself completely inside you and was now stretching you to the max with his fully developed knot. the pain of the stretch only intensified your orgasm, which had you screaming into your pillow to muffle your cries of ecstasy.

jeno growled loudly as he came shortly after, biting the back of your neck aggressively and painting your walls with his cum, emptying completely inside of you while his knot kept a single drop from escaping.

he withdrew his teeth from you, surprised that it didn’t break your skin, and gently moved the two of you to lay on your sides as you basked in the afterglow of what just occurred.

your chest heaved as you fought to catch you breath, you pussy still stretched to its limit as you laid with him. you reached an arm around to caress his face, a small show of affection as you smiled in bliss.

after catching your breath, you sat in silence for a bit, just bathing in each other’s warmth, before you had to go and open your big mouth again.

“so your knot is supposed to like, plug me up?” you questioned, your voice still sounding slightly out of breath as you panted. “to make sure I get like, hypothetically, pregnant or whatever?”

he groaned in response and gripped your hips tightly, his hips bucking and causing his still painfully hard cock to sharply jab against your sensitive insides, making you yelp.

“dear god, y/n,” he whined, his nails digging into your skin. “don’t say things like that, fuck.”

“oh, so you like that idea?” you teased, turning your head to try to look at him to the best of your ability considering your current position. “fucking me full of babies?”

his eyes stared down at you intensely, the color of his irises brightening up as he growled lowly at you. he suddenly gripped your hips and turned you both over, his body completely laying on your own as you were pressed against the mattress on your stomach.

“keep talking, y/n,” he growled out lowly, his hips pressing tightly against your ass, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. “I’ll fuck you again right now, and give you my fucking babies.”

he couldn’t see you, but you smiled contently, preparing yourself for another intense round with this beast of a man. there was a small chance that you would actually get pregnant, considering the IUD you had…but the thought of it had you ready to go at it again.

in some fucked up way, you were content with this, and you threw your hips up to grind back against him, grinning even wider as he pinned your body down even harder.

jeno fucked you like an animal until the sun came up, and your brother was none the wiser.

[nonstoplover]

happily ending catastrophies ~ Fred Weasley

summary: Fred is accidentally (and fortunately) at the right place in the right time, and is able to save a muggle girl's life.

pairing: Fred Weasley x muggle (female) reader

words: 5K

meaning of: (y/h/c) means 'your hair colour'

(kinda) warnings: (1) this plays after the war and Fred lives, because i refuse to accept anything else; (2) i'm not from the UK so excuse the possible mistakes i made about the underground; (3) also there are a couple time jumps, i didn't want to drag it for too long and had quite a few ideas i wanted to write

a/n: this was an idea born whilst i was studying for this year's most difficult exam at uni lol but i thought it was worth giving a shot so here it goes xx

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(y/n) wakes up to the sweet scent of some kind of flower filling up her nose and lungs. Despite the panging in her head she cracks her eyes open to find the source, though as soon as she takes in the totally unfamiliar room around her, the flower immediately gets forgotten.

What the hell?

She frowns, pushing her upper body up on her elbows to get a better look around. She has never seen this room ever before. Or has she? Suddenly she's not so sure as a foggy memory appears in her mind. Her glance travels across the cardboard boxes beside the wall on the floor, piled high on top of each other, then a desk, a wardrobe, arriving to the bedside table that has a lamp and several strange things - looking like some foreign country's small candies in colourful wrapping - on the wooden surface.

Sitting up fully she tries to move her legs to place them on the floor, but finds that it's much harder than it usually is - than it should be. All her attention turn to her legs now and the weird feeling that surrounds her left leg she hasn't noticed before. Carefully she lifts the covers that wrapped her body in a warm embrace to see what's wrong with her leg. A gasp leaves her lungs right away as her eyes fall on the cast wrapped around it from her knees straight to her toes.

In that exact moment the door slowly opens and her eyes snap towards the entering figure - a flaming red haired young man - whilst her fingers scramble to get the blanket back on her lower body, hiding the lack of clothing she's wearing as she's in nothing else but her underwear.

"Ah, you're awake! How are you?" He asks when his eyes connect with hers and slightly widen.

And his voice brings back everything. Literally everything to her mind about how she got here, all the memories flashing by in front of her inner eyes.

- - - - - - - flashback - - - - - - -

Friday the 13th. The day of misfortune and disasters. (y/n) huffs as she makes her way down the street towards the underground station to go back to her apartment. Now she knows this fact from experience.

She woke up a bit late that morning and didn't have time to drink her usual morning coffee in the comfort of her home, so she had to wait until her first break at work to drink one. When she just finished brewing a cup for herself in the small kitchen at her work, the handle of her favourite mug she kept in there broke and the now handle-less mug full of the brown beverage fell to the ground and shattered to a thousand tiny pieces, and if it wasn't already bad enough, the coffee splashed on her white shirt, colouring it light brown and leaving a wet stain behind all across her chest.

After that she managed to get through the day quite normally, right until 3pm, when her boss called her in to his office.

"The company is facing a hard time," his voice still echoes inside her head, making her shiver in sadness and anger. "I'm sorry, (y/n), the performance you showed us in the past two years was truly great, but you gotta understand that I have to decrease the number of employees. And that unfortunately includes you. I'm sorry."

If the way she worked was actually 'truly great', then why do they fire her and not someone else?

Well, probably her boss told the exact same thing to everyone he kicked out today, she thinks, but it doesn't help at all - it doesn't get her her job back.

So half an hour ago she packed everything in a box and set off to go back home, mentally raging about the cursed day. She has never believed in any superstition like this, but today she's changed her mind. Maybe all these things are true.

And that's when the next string of catastrophies starts.

As she's moving along the pavement next to the tracks at the station, the heel of her shoe breaks and she stumbles, her box flying away from her grip, all the contents of it scattering all over the ground. (y/n) tries gaining her balance back, taking a couple steps back, but the pavement disappears from under her feet as she reaches the edge, completely unaware of it.

She falls back, down to the tracks, and an impossible pain shoots up from her left leg as she lands, the air totally knocked out from her lungs. As she tries catching her breath, her hands move to lay flat on the ground so she can push herself up, but the world around her seems like it's spinning and she feels too weak to move a single muscle in her body.

Everything decelerates into slow motion and she glances around to see what she could do when something bright catch her eyes. A shiny warm yellow circle in the distance, getting slightly bigger and bigger with every second. She observes it carefully, thinking about how pretty it looks as she wonders what it might be. It only takes a second or two for her mind to catch up and suddenly she's more than aware that a train comes towards her and she's not capable to do anything to stop the collision from happening.

Friday the 13th.

Out of nowhere she feels a presence next to her, and just as she turns her head that way to see what's going on and her eyes fall on locks of bright red hair and a freckled face, the man has already grabbed her arm and with a fierce pull hoisted her up to a standing position. It feels like her arm is ripped out from her body, for a moment even the unstoppable hurting from her leg fades out to give space for the one in her upper body and she gasps before everything goes black.

- - - - - - - end of flashback - - - - - - -

The following events go by as a dozen of blurry pictures (y/n) can't make out in her mind and she blinks a couple times to get back to the present, to reality. She focuses on the redhead again, the last person she clearly remembers seeing.

"Where am I?" Her voice comes out hoarse and quiet and she clears her throat, waiting for his answer, knowing how she behaves quite rude completely ignoring his question, but she just can't help it.

She hasn't a clue where they could be, she's never seen a place like this in her entire life. It's obvious it's not a hospital. And after what happened it's just as obvious that she needs hospital treatment.

"The Burrow," he replies with a small smile playing on his lips.

And though she thought his answer would help clear some of the fog inside her head, it only confuses her more. Fred bites back the chuckle that threatens to burst from him seeing her cute frowning expression and waits for her to ask again, knowing it'll soon happen.

"The what?" The girl speaks up again, her voice now much clearer.

"My family home."

The confusion still stays on her face, and Fred truly can't blame her for it - who wouldn't be distraught after waking up in a stranger's home? Still, seeing the same expression he first ever saw on her face brings him back to the Tube station in London.

- - - - - - - Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

He's rushing down the stairs to catch the apparently soon arriving underground train, cursing his twin brother under his breath for winning the bet that resulted in the usage of any and every magical thing being forbidden for Fred for this whole week. Now he has to run errands adjusting to the timetables of muggle public transport and he's running out of time. Everything takes so much more time in the muggle world, and in the past few days he's grown to appreciate being born into the world of magic more than ever.

Arriving next to the tracks he catches sight of a dozen or so people there and relief fills his body. So the train hasn't left yet. He slows down to a walking pace and tries to catch his breath, and that's when he notices something weird about the people, something he has never seen in the past days when he used the Tube. They're all moving closer to each other, slowly making a tight circle, all of them looking in the same direction, as if something was on the tracks.

Curiosity rises in Fred and he makes his way to the edge of the crowd, standing on his toes to tower over it and glance down. His eyes immediately fall on a young woman lying there, one of her legs twisted in an abnormal way. She's looking to the side, towards the tunnel from where the train should arrive any minute now. Her expression displays confusion and slight fear, but her breathtaking beauty is still obvious, and it makes his heart skip a beat. His eyes slowly turn to where she's looking and he can see the light that swiftly grows brighter and brighter inside the usually dark tunnel, but his mind can't comprehend what he sees as all his thoughts are still only about the gorgeous woman lying there.

"The train's coming!" Somebody in the crowd shouts and that's what wakes Fred from his daze. His head snaps back and forth from the tunnel to the girl a couple times, so fast it's a miracle his neck doesn't break.

His body moves before he can fully think about his actions and suddenly he's pushing people away to make a path for himself in the crowd and he jumps down to the tracks. He hears a couple gasps from behind him, even a couple voices trying to inform him again and again that the train is actually soon there, but he doesn't care. All he focuses on is the task in front of him.

Squatting down he grabs one of the woman's arms and drapes it around his shoulder, standing up again as fast as he can, pulling her with him a bit harsher than he intended. She lets out a gasp in obvious pain, but he knows there's no time to be more gentle. Both of his arms move around her, one around her shoulder blades and one around the backs of her thighs to lift her up bridal style as he knows one of her legs is broken and she can't stand on it. And he's thankful for his own speed and thoughtful actions as he feels her body go limp as she faints.

The head-splittingly loud sound of a horn fills the air just as he turns around, signalling that they were noticed by the people on the train. As he takes the first few steps back towards the pavement he glances up, seeing two or three men already there bending down with their arms stretching in his direction. Fred quickens his pace as much as he's able to and practically throws the woman in the waiting hands, helping them pull her up by pushing her body from under, the screeching of brakes, iron on iron being the only sound that can be heard.

He stays on the tracks until he's completely sure that she's safe, than he grabs the edge of the pavement and swiftly pushes himself up, crawling on the cold surface until his legs are lying there as well. He feels a breeze moving against his back as the train arrives to the station, but he doesn't care about it, neither the cheering that erupts from the people around him, celebrating his heroic act, not even the burning feeling in his muscles from being strained. He just pushes himself up and stumbles to the woman, falling back down on his knees to be able to get a better look of her.

From up close he can see how she's even younger than he has thought, probably close to his age. She's obviously falling in and out of unconsciousness every other second. The word 'ambulance' enters his ears from the people around them, and he finds himself with a new task ahead of him. Somehow he has to get the girl away from this place and back to the shop so he can take her to the Burrow. Muggle hospital treatment isn't enough now, the wizarding world offered much better methods of healing. His mother will know what to do.

- - - - - - - end of Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

"And why am I here?" (y/n) continues asking.

"You broke your leg."

"Yeah, I figured, but shouldn't I be in a hospital then?" She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow.

"This is better than a muggle hospital," the young man shrugs.

"Mu... a what?"

"Ah, sorry. Slipped out," he let out a small chuckle, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

Here comes the moment he dreaded. When he has to explain the existence of magic and the wizarding world to a completely clueless person and trying to do that without making a complete fool out of himself in front of the angel-like girl when she won't believe him - which he's sure she'll do.

"Wait, who are you? I don't even know your name," she speaks up again. "And how could I truly thank you for saving my life if I don't know even that?"

"There's no need to thank me," Fred protests.

"Of course there is!" (y/n) squeals as loudly as her weakened state allows. "Not everyone would jump down to the tracks when there's a train coming to save a complete stranger."

"Yeah, well, true," he mumbles, thinking back to how nobody did anything for her, anger filling his veins. Then he clears his throat, shaking his head to get rid of the negative thoughts and to focus on the girl again. "I'm Fred. Fred Weasley."

"Thank you for all you did, Fred. I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)," she sticks her hand out and a smile makes it's way to Fred face, matching the one on hers as he steps closer to shake her hand.

- - - - - - - 2 months later - - - - - - -

"I'm absolutely fine, Freddie, stop acting like I'm made of porcelain. I'm totally able to walk down the stairs on my own two feet," (y/n)'s giggling voice fills the air on the second floor of the Burrow when the redhead gently pulled her arm around his neck as he's done so many times in the past weeks.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Fred puts his hands up in surrender, backing away as laughter erupts from his throat and he turns his head away to hide the blush forming on his cheeks from the nickname she used.

Unfortunately he only gets completely face to face with his smirking twin brother who winks his way before pushing past him, a knowing chuckle sounding from him as he rushes downstairs, past (y/n), who follows him right away, only a bit slower, with Fred's careful, watching eyes trained on her back.

"See? I told you," the girl glances back at him over her shoulder after arriving downstairs, not stopping on her way to the dining table, only to stumble in a shoe someone left in the way. Fred immediately reaches out to grab her elbow and stop her from falling. From the strength of his attentive pull on her arm, instead of flying to the ground she crashes into his chest.

"I don't know, I'm not so sure," he teases, looking down with a smirk playing on his lips.

(y/n) moves her head up to connect her eyes with his, and Fred glances around her face, taking in the pink colour of her skin on her cheeks caused by the embarrassment of almost falling, then as his eyes reach the sight of her lips, he suddenly becomes almost too aware of how close the two of them actually are, and the breath hitches in his throat.

"Come on, kids, dinner's gonna get cold!" Molly's voice breaks the moment they shared and (y/n) regains balance, then gently pushing the boy away she turns around and limps the rest of the way to the dining table.

All of the Weasleys are already sitting there, watching the two of them appear in sight, and (y/n) has to bite back a giggle, still not used to the seemingly infinite number of redheads, all smiling wide and sweet at her. George pulls the chair she has always sat on ever since she was able to get downstairs out for her, offering a helping hand knowing that it's harder to sit down with only one properly working leg. Fred reaches out for her other arm just as she makes contact with George's hand, and the two of them don't let go until she's stopped moving.

She glances back and forth between the two boys sitting on either side of her, rolling her eyes at how overly protective both of them behave, when she's already told them hundreds of times that she's able to get by on her own.

The meal is delicious and the company is entertaining, just like it has always been since (y/n) stepped foot into the Burrow. Conversation flows without a hitch, only the occasional laughter breaking it for a second or two, and the (y/h/c) girl finds it hard to think about the inevitable - the moment that's coming fast, the moment when she has to leave these people and go back to her normal life. The Weasleys has become like a second family for her, and she fears that if she walks out that door, she'll never see them again. They're living a different life, in a completely different world. Their paths most likely will never cross again. She tries to brush off the sad thoughts, knowing that she'll have all the time to mope and grieve when she's back in her (ordinary and plain) flat on her own.

As she's helping Molly clean the dishes after the family finishes dinner, (y/n) pauses for a moment to glance at the redhaired woman. "Thank you for letting me stay here and for taking such good care of me."

"Oh, sweetie, you're more than welcome. It's our pleasure to have you here."

"That's true," Ginny chimes in with a joyful grin on her face as she places another dirty plate in front of her mother. "Your presence brightened up our boring lives."

"Boring?" (y/n) lets a loud laugh escape her throat. "Your lives are nothing even close to boring. Everything around here is breathtaking and spectacular."

"Is it though?"

"Try living my life for a week or so, and you'll know what boring really means," she shakes her head, the different memories and thoughts swiftly filling her mind as she turns around to lean the small of her back against the counter top, her eyes instantly connecting with Fred's, who's still sitting at the table, shamelessly watching her with searching eyes.

"I still can't believe there's a whole world of wizards and witches that we have absolutely no clue about. It makes me wonder how many things are there that's hidden from us. And it makes me scared how clueless we all are in the muggle world."

(y/n)'s only able to stand the intensity of his gaze for a couple seconds before she has to turn her head away, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks and heat them up. She swallows, only hoping that it stays unnoticed by the boy, but when she finally dares to glance back for the shortest of moments, she catches sight of a small smirk playing on his lips and she knows that nothing has gone unnoticed by him. Clearing her throat she tries to find something else to say, speaking the first words that come to her mind.

The newly learned word still rolls uncertainly from her tongue, not sure if she says it correctly, but when her restlessly moving eyes accidentally catch Fred's again, she sees a new kind of glint sparkling in his eyes, and it's enough to let her know that she used it correctly.

"It's not your fault," Ginny places a hand probably destined to be reassuring on the older girl's shoulder. "We're just too good at hiding it."

The two of them share a laugh, and unbeknownst to (y/n), it turns the shape of Fred's eyes into something that very much resembles a heart. His own heart flutters at the sound, the temperature of the room suddenly feeling too hot for him to bear, and he abruptly kicks his chair back, standing up and swiftly moving out of the house to get some fresh air and somehow try to cool the fire that's burning inside of his chest.

(y/n)'s eyes follow him, an eyebrow raised in question, deep in her thoughts right until the door closes shut again behind the boy. The sudden noise brings her back to the present and she shakes her head to get rid of the things running around in her head.

"Anyway, I gotta go upstairs and pack. I really have to go back home now," she sighs, pushing her body away from the counter.

"I'll come help you," Ginny immediately offers, hurrying after her.

Two and a half hours and a heart wrenching goodbye later (y/n) and Fred come to a stop outside her apartment's door, both of them feeling a previously never felt sadness fill their hearts.

All (y/n) can think of is flashing images of the flaming red haired boy. The way he sat at the edge of the bed she was lying in, telling her everything about the wizarding world. The way he lifted her up so effortlessly as if she weighed nothing to bring her downstairs when she was unable to walk in the first weeks. The way he walked her around the house and the garden, showing her everything and explaining things to her, adjusting to her extremely slow pace without a word. The way he showed her multiple of the products he and his twin brother sell in their shop, sometimes only speaking of their effects, other times even showing her, not caring with the fact it caused something inconvenient for himself as long as he made her laugh - which she did so many times and so hard that it made her sides hurt. The clothes he let her have when winter set in and her own became too thin to keep her warm, and the way the material smelled like him. The lingering touches of his calloused fingertips against the skin of her cheeks when he thought she was fast asleep - when in fact she was completely awake, fighting back the urge to press her face further into his touch.

In the meantime all Fred can think of is flashing images of the gorgeous muggle girl. The genuine curiosity that sparkled in her eyes whenever he told her about the world he's living in, the endless amount of questions she's asked him about anything and everything, the pure interest she showed from the first time he told her about the existence of magic. The way she bonded with each and every member of the Weasley family, finding a common thing with all of them and eventually making them all grow fond of her. The way she told him all about the muggle world and her own life, sharing all the details with him without hesitation - trusting him right away. The way his name rolled from her tongue - even more when she called him Freddie. The bubbling, loud laughter that erupted from her throat when he told her about the shop and all the pranks George and him did back in Hogwarts or when he showed her the products they now sell in the shop, the laugh that always made his heart skip a beat, the laugh he couldn't help but adore along with the fact that she seemingly didn't care the slightest bit how loud she is or how funny her laughter might sound. The way she looked in his clothes, always taking his breath away, making him wish nothing more in the rest of his life than to see that very sight every day as long as he lived - and possibly even after that.

"Well, thanks for getting me home," (y/n) points at the door behind her back as she looks up into his mesmerizing eyes. "And for jumping down in front of a train for me. And for letting me into your family home. And for taking care of me."

"It was the least I could do," Fred smiles sheepishly, his mind spinning, trying to come up with something to say that would keep the girl in his life.

"Bye, Freddie," she hesitates for a moment, then decides it doesn't matter anymore and leans in, pressing a soft kiss on his left cheek.

Fred's eyes flutter closed, heart bursting with the sudden feeling of love from both her lips touching his skin and the oh so loved nickname. He freezes, unable to think anything else than eight very important letters.

The girl moves back, fiddling with her keys to find the correct one, pushing it in the slot and turning it, gently shoving the door until it's wide open. She steps in, her eyes taking in the furniture and decoration she once loved but now finds unbelievably plain and mundane. A sigh escapes her lungs and she turns around to close the door - and wave once more the boy.

Fred still stands in the exact same spot, obviously not moving even the slightest bit since she backed away from him. (y/n) raises her hand to wiggle goodbye with her fingers at him whilst moving to close the door with the other hand, already feeling the tears blur her vision as she tries to take in the sight of him as best as she can to be able to remember him forever.

"Wait!" Fred exclaims, placing a palm flat against the wooden material to stop it before it fully closes.

This time (y/n)'s the one to freeze, hand pausing high in the air and she even holds back the breath in her lungs as she waits for him to continue.

"Can we meet again?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. She always thought that he'd never want to see her again. That he'd be happy to finally get rid of her and be able to continue his life as before. He wants to meet with her again?

"I... y-yes, of course," she stutters, heart stammering inside her ribcage so wild and loud, she's almost sure he can hear it.

The extremely wide smile that splits his face in two hearing her answer makes it impossible for her not to mirror it, her own lips curving on their own accord. Fred, feeling the previous nervous shyness evaporate from his body and the always present confidence fill his vein up again, takes a step closer to her, then another until he's right beside the door, gently pushing it wider open again. (y/n)'s hand on the door handle inside goes limp, and she lets it fall down to hang loose beside her body as Fred steps inside.

When he's so close that she can feel the breath coming from his nose reach the skin of her face, his lips open again to let out a whisper. "Can I kiss you?"

The already abnormal rhythm her heart beats in gets even more uneven, and her head moves in a nod as she breathes out the word 'yes'. Fred's eyes sparkle up even more, and his hands slowly start moving up, one reaching out to gently caress her cheek whilst the other wraps around the small of her back. Slowly, extremely slowly he leans down, pausing for a second just before their lips could touch, and as a wave of impatience rushes through the girl, she raises her head and presses her lips against his.

Fred lets out a muffled chuckle at her eagerness before tilting his head and snaking his arm further around her torso to pull her flush against his own body, his hand that's resting on her cheeks moving slightly further back until his fingers completely disappear in her (y/h/c) locks, his lips moving passionately against hers.

She completely melts into his touch, feeling like she's floating in the air, as if she's only dreaming. But when they both run out of oxygen and pull away to fill their lungs again, their foreheads pressing against each other in search of support and their eyes connecting without problem, looking deep into his beautiful brown orbs (y/n) grows sure right away that it's truly reality, not just a dream.

"I love you," he breathes in-between his quiet pants, but it's enough to make (y/n) totally dizzy as a love-struck grin spreads across her face.

And in that very moment they both know that their story is just starting.

.::the end::.

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FIRST OF ALL how dare you be so amazing. I literally can't stop thinking about your SpideyNova knight/Lord one shot. It's so flarking good.

Secondly, what about the prompt: SpideyNova Sam finds out he's half alien in some ridiculous way (like he gets a second puberty, he starts glowing, or sneezing Nova force, gets mpreg idek but something v v silly and he's Freaking Out)

Aww, thank you so much! That’s so nice of you to say! 🥰

And I love this prompt! I’m a sucker for mpreg, so I just had to go with that option. I’m not sure if this was entirely what you had in mind, but hopefully you like it! Thank you for the idea 😊

For the sake of this story, I’m using the MCU’s version of Xandarians, because it works better. Also, just to be perfectly clear (since there’s implied sexual content), all the characters are aged-up.

Warnings: Mpreg, Crack(ish), Some Language, Some Angst, and Some Hurt/Comfort

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Sam had been pacing back and forth across the room ever since Dr. Strange broke the news to them. Peter and Sam were still trying to process it 15 minutes later, but Dr. Strange seemed completely unfazed.

One would think that realizing that Sam was pregnant might come as a bit of a shock, but you’d never guess that with the doctor’s nonchalant attitude. Peter supposed that was why SHIELD called him in when Sam’s bloodwork had abnormalities; he was used to this kind of crazy.

Peter just sat there in a stunned silence, watching Sam wear a hole in the carpet before the other suddenly rounded on him.

"This is your fault, Webs!" Sam’s eyes were blazing, and Peter spluttered.

"My fault?! How is it my fault?!" He yelled back.

"Because you're the enhanced one. Obviously, your spider-sperm got me pregnant! I'm going to give birth to some weird spider babies!” Sam accused, and Peter tried not to be too offended.

“Oh shit. Are they all going to crawl out me?" Sam continued, starting to panic, and Peter rolled his eyes even though a part of him couldn’t help but wonder the same thing.  

"Actually, it's more likely that your Xandarian DNA caused your pregnancy than Peter's “spider sperm”, as you so eloquently phrased it," Dr. Strange commented dryly. Both Sam and Peter froze, turning towards the doctor with wide eyes.  

"What? What Xandarian DNA?" Sam demanded, and Dr. Strange actually managed to look bored with the whole conversation.  

"Obviously one of your parents was human and the other was Xandarian," he explained impatiently, and Sam's mouth dropped open, eyes going impossibly wider.

"That's not possible. You made a mistake," he argued vehemently, and annoyance flashed across Dr. Strange’s expression.  

"I don't make mistakes. You can clearly see it on your genetic markers," he asserted. Sam swallowed and practically fell onto a chair, as if his legs were too shaky to hold him up anymore.  

"I'm an alien?!" He said in disbelief, and Peter grinned.

"I knew it!" He exclaimed excitedly, but when Sam glared at him, he cleared his throat and tried to appear sympathetic.

"Well, look on the bright side. At least you won't have a bunch of baby spiders crawling out of you!" If looks could kill, Peter would be a corpse. He finally forced himself to be serious and deal with the gravity of the situation.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I know this is a lot to take in." He sat down in the chair next to Sam, and the other sighed miserably.

"Yeah, I'm part alien, my mom kept a huge secret from me, and now I'm stuck with you for at least the next 18 years!" He whined. Peter spluttered.

"Hey! You certainly weren't complaining when that baby was made!" He retorted defensively, and it was Sam's turn to make a choked noise, turning bright red and mumbling something about it being the only thing that Peter is good at.

Peter was torn between pride and annoyance, but he pulled himself out of his thoughts when Sam started pouting. Peter wrapped his arm around Sam, pulling him into his side. It was a testament to how stressed Sam was that he went willingly, practically melting into Peter.

"Look, I know you’re confused and freaked out right now, but I’m sure your mom had her reasons. And how cool is it that you're part alien? I mean, some of the coolest heroes are! There’s Star-Lord and Groot, and Thor's technically a god, but close enough…" Sam snickered.

"That's true. It does officially prove that I'm better than you," he teased, and Peter glared at him.

"Don't push it." Sam grinned, and Peter kissed him, trying to silently offer support and reassurance. Dr. Strange cleared his throat.

"I do have other places to be, but I'll attempt to get in contact with someone on Xandar to see how to proceed." Sam and Peter nodded, both thanking him before the man disappeared. Sam leaned into Peter and sighed.

"I guess I could learn more about being Xandarian from whoever Strange contacts,” he reasoned, and Peter nodded in agreement, rubbing Sam’s arm soothingly.

"Whatever we find out, it'll be okay," he promised, and Sam nodded.

"I know. And as long as the baby isn't a spider and he takes after me, then little Sam will obviously be adorable."

"Hey! Peter is a much better name than Sam!" Peter shot back, and Sam scoffed.

"What if it's a girl?" He questioned sardonically, and Peter hesitated.

"Petra is a cute name," he tried.

"So is Samantha," Sam countered.

"Alright, you've got me there," Peter conceded.

"Peter for a boy, Samantha for a girl?" Peter suggested as a compromise.  

"We'll see, Web Head. Now buy me some pizza. Your demon spawn is making me feel like I’m starving!" Sam complained, and Peter laughed.

"Yep! That's definitely my kid then!" He got up to grab the phone from the kitchen and order some food for his demanding baby daddy, but he stopped in the doorway.

"What if twins or triplets are common on Xandar?"

He was lucky that his spider senses were strong enough to duck the shoe that came flying towards his head.  

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Continued here.

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Request by: Anonymous - Can I do an anonymous request for a Loki x reader where he returns to the reader after a few years and he is surprised to see that she has a child, but it turns out it is his child he didn’t know about.

Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Mild angst, I guess?

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"How was school today, (D/N)?" You asked, carefully looking at your five year old daughter in the rear-view mirror. She looked at you with her bright green eyes and a wide grin. Her front tooth was missing, the beginnings of her new tooth starting to poke out from her gums.

"Good! We read a Curious George book and talked about colors!" Your daughter said enthusiastically.

You smiled, crinkling your tired eyes. "Do you have a favorite color?"

"I like yellow."

"Yellow's a very pretty color."

You turned into your neighborhood, scanning the street signs to find yours. It was a brief moment of quiet before (D/N) spoke again.

"Miss Amy also said Parents Day is soon. She sent this home for you to look at." She said.

You only slightly paled at your daughter's words as you pulled into the driveway and took the envelope from (D/N)'s hands. Parents Day was a day in mid September where the parents could come into the class and their child could show them what they were learning. They could ask questions to the teacher about how the children were being taught.

"It's on Friday? At noon?" You half asked to yourself. Gently, you turned around in your seat to face your daughter with a sad smile. "(D/N), I have to work that day. I don't think I can go."

(D/N) frowned and slightly slumped in her seat.

"You can never go to anything." She sighed. It crushed you to see her so sad.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I've already missed too many days for when you or I get sick. I can take you out for frozen yogurt that afternoon, though. Would that be okay?" You asked, biting your lip.

"I guess. I wish Daddy were here." (D/N) sighed.

"Me too, kiddo." You said, getting out of the car and shutting the door. She followed suit, dragging her Minnie Mouse backpack on the pavement behind her. "Me too."

You had seen the other parents' glances whenever you dropped (D/N) off at kindergarten in the morning. It was mostly mothers who dropped off their kids, so you coming in alone wasn't totally abnormal. Though it was like High School all over again: cliques of girls whispering about you in groups of three or four while glancing at you with pursed lips. Being a single parent was the abnormal thing. Your town was small, so gossip spread like wildfire.

"...Got knocked up by some foreign guy."

"...Left her to pursue an art career."

"...He left town as soon as she told him he was pregnant."

You honestly didn't know how some of those rumors spread. People's imaginations were limitless, you figured. Well, the detail about the father being "some foreign guy" wasn't too far off. But you couldn't really say the father was an actual god, they'd think you were crazy for sure. So, you let the rumors spread and eventually they had less and less effect on you. The side glances didn't exactly make you feel good, though.

You entered the small house, following (D/N) inside. She put her backpack on the hook and sat at the kitchen table.

"Do you want something to eat?" You asked. She nodded and you went to rummage around in the pantry for something. (D/N) wasn't particularly picky about her snacks. You settled on a half empty bag of pretzel sticks and poured some into a bowl. (D/N) took it and started to go up the stairs. "Remember, clean up your crumbs."

Once you heard her door close, you pulled a (favorite soda/seltzer) out of the fridge and sat at the table, resting your head in your hand with a sigh. You wanted to go to the parent night, you really did. But it wasn't worth risking your job over. Your boss already made it hard for you because she knew your situation. She was the type of person who believed in marriage before children and gave you your work with a slightly disgusted glance every day. This was your life, and the sooner you accepted that, the better.

There was a quick knock at the front door that shook you out of your thoughts. Sighting, you stood up to get it. You hoped it wasn't your nosy neighbor, always offering to babysit (D/N) because "there's only one you and I can make it easier." She always asked for a ridiculously high payment that you couldn't afford along with the offer. Luckily, you had most of the weekends off and (D/N) went to full day kindergarten on the weekdays.

"For the last time, Donna, I don't need your charity babysi-" you started as you opened the door, but abruptly cut yourself off. It wasn't your neighbor, or your mom that brought you pies sometimes, or the Amazon guy for that matter.

"Loki?" You asked, eyes wide. Sure enough, there was your estranged ex boyfriend. He nervously picked at the pilling green sweater he wore, barely meeting your eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I... Well..." Loki stuttered, biting his lip. You sighed and opened the door wider.

"Get in and pull yourself together." You said cooly. Loki nodded as he slowly entered the house, sitting on the edge of the sofa like there were needles poking out of the back cushion. You sat down next to him with your arms folded.

"I'm sure you're very angry with me." Loki started.

"What gave you that impression? My folded arms, my tone, or the fact that you've been gone for five years?" You snapped.

"(Y/N), I can explain-"

"You left me, Loki. In the middle of the night, no explanation. Just a note on the pillow saying that you love me and how much it hurt that you just had to leave right then. You didn't think that maybe explaining it to me when I was awake would be a better idea? No, because you just had me wake up the next morning with no you and a half assed note. So, yeah, I'm angry!" You yelled, not even trying to hold back.

"I know, and I'm so sorry. It's just... I was scared-" Loki tried to apologize.

"Scared? Of what? Loving a mortal? I thought that it didn't matter to you." Your tone started to form into a more hurt one than anything.

"No, it's not that." Loki said.

"Well, then what is it?"

"I was scared for you, your safety. I've done wrong in the past, my darling, and I've had people hunting for me, bad people. I didn't want you to get swept up in it. That was part of the reason why I left. But I wanted to figure out how to fix it. I always intended to come back, but not until I was sure we were safe." Loki explained. You sat in silence, considering his words.

"Well, you can't expect to be able to waltz back into my life like nothing happened." You said in a tone that probably didn't fit the words you were saying. A sympathetic tone with harsh words.

"I didn't expect to."

"Mama, I heard you yelling.... Mama, who is that?" You jumped at the sound of your daughter having come back down the stairs. You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words.

"Uh... Well..." You spluttered. "He's..."

"Have I been gone long enough for you to find the comfort of another man?" Loki didn't sound angry, rather he sounded sad.

"No, there's been no one else. (D/N), come here please." You said. Timidly, the little girl climbed into your lap and watched the strange new man intently. "(D/N), this is your daddy."

Both Loki and (D/N) looked at you in surprise.

"I found out a week after you left. She's your daughter. She has your eyes." You said shyly. "She's yours."

(D/N) took a second to process the information before giggling. She lept out of your lap and into Loki's arms. He caught her with an "uff" from the impact. He looked at the little girl carefully and did notice her eyes were the same shade of green as his. He felt a sort of familial bond with her as she hugged him tightly.

"Now that you're here, Mama can go to Parents Night!" She said enthusiastically.

"(D/N), slow down, he just got here." You laughed. "And we still have to figure things out. I still work, you know."

"Oh, right. Well, at least I have a daddy now!"

"If you'll have me back?" Loki asked you. You looked from Loki to the daughter you shared clutching him like a koala bear. You sighed and smiled. (D/N) needed her father, more than you wanted to admit. And you still loved him more than you wanted to admit.

"I can't forgive you right away, but we can build it back up." You agreed. "But in the future, just talk to me, okay?"

"Of course, my darling." Loki said, kissing your temple lightly.

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Hope you enjoyed this, Nonnie!

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