#issac x scarfs

[cumulo-stratus]

“For Me?”

Pairing: Spencer reid x Male!Autistic!Reader

Description: Y/n brings spencer an early Christmas gift relating to their shared special interest of the sci-fi fantasy series Dune

Warnings: fluff, possible swearing, spoilers for season 10, spencer being an insecure little cutie-pie

Flufftober day 10: Gift giving

A/N: Sorry it’s kinda short- and i know it’s not Christmas but i read a blurb a while back with a similar prompt/idea and i loved it so im remaking it here! bon journée!

The snow drifted lazily down from grey clouds- but Y/n was anything but grey today. He had decided that on his lunch break, instead of you know- eating lunch, he would go out to find some early christmas gifts for his boyfriend. Since it was his first Christmas after prison, he wanted to make it extra special. And y/n was doing that by giving spencer as much love and affection as he could, without being inappropriate. Y/n had decided he was willing to endure the teasing from Derek and Emily if it meant he got to put a smile on spencers face. On this particular day spencer was eating his soup at his desk, reading a book when he saw you get up from your desk. Now spencer didnt think anything of it, it was lunch time- hes probably just going to the fridge in the shared kitchenette to get his helping of leftover minestrone soup from the other night. But what did catch spencers attention was when instead of making his to the kitchen y/n started pulling on his winter coat and his spencers scarf.  Spencer looked at Y/n- questioning his actions. “where are you going?” spencer couldn’t help but notice the slightly mischievous glint in his lovers eyes when asked the question. Y/n just responded with a simple “Oh nowhere- but I’ll be back before you know it!” And with that Y/n was gone- already walking through the big glass doors of the BAU after giving spencer a chaste kiss to the lips and sauntering out the door, leaving spencer clueless as he watched his boyfriends back stray farther and farther across the room.

Y/n walked into the bookstore, shaking the snowflakes out his hair and stomping the snow off the bottoms of his beat converse, as a little bell dinged quietly behind him. The sole worker of the quiet shop looked up from the register, throwing y/n a small smile before looking back down at their book. The man made his way to the back of the store first- as thats were the sci-fi books were. As he walked through the worn page scented aisles he ran his fingers across the spines of each book he passed. The uneven surfaces and textures creating a relaxing sensory experience- which Y/n needed especially after how many people had been in the office today.  When did he finally reach the far end of the store- Y/n realized he didn’t know what he was looking for- but he decided that he would know it if he saw it. And boy did he find the right thing. Both spencer and Y/n had just a little bit of an obsession with the sci-fi fantasy series Dune by Issac Asimov. They had read it together- watched the newer movies- and discussed it at length. And now Y/n had found the best gift ever for his boyfriend spencer. It was a first edition set of all 3 books- And one of them- was signed! Spencer was going to freak! Y/n was freaking! Y/ns hands flapped in front of him and he bounced from foot to foot in excitement. 

It took him almost no time at all to bring the set to the front and have the books wrapped in paper- he decided to even pay a couple extra dollars to have them put a ribbon on it. His train of thought was that spencer deserved only the best- obviously.

After walking out of the store- the small ding signaling both the beginning and the end of his time in the quiet shop rang out. The cold air hit y/n causing a shiver down his spine as his feet crunched in the thin layer of snow that coated the DC sidewalks. Y/n stood on the side walk for a moment, admiring the snowy environment- but the weight of the bag at his side reminded him of the job at hand. Y/n began walking again- making his way towards the bus stop. The man glanced down at the watch on his wrist (a Christmas gift from Spencer from previous years), he had 20 minutes to get back to Quantico.  It would take him ten minutes on the bus and 5 minutes to get through security and climb the many floors to the BAU, leaving five minutes to give Spencer his pre-Christmas gift. 

The bus lurched to a stop 1 street away from the FBI headquarters, and Y/n grabbed the paper bag at his side and skipped off the bus into the chilly December air, excited to give spencer his present. 

The big glass doors of the BAU swung open and caught spencers attention from all the way across the room- mainly because of the speed at which Y/n was bounding across the room at. He practically skipped across the bullpen, nearly crashing into spencer as he came to a halt. 

“woah Y/n- slow down!” despite his scolding words the rest of his demeanor betrayed him- he had a big smile and was trying not to laugh as he spoke. He pushed y/n back up into a standing position after catching him, blocking his boyfriend from crashing face-first into his desk. 

“i would’ve been fine dont worry about it-“ spencer juste sighs in resignation at his boyfriends antics. He then noticed the unusually excited look on Y/ns face and became almost immediately worried. This was Y/n after all. Said man noticed spencers worry and only became more excited before saying “look! i have a gift for you!” Y/n presented the small paper wrapped gift to spencer and his eyes widened, confused. 

“what is that?” y/n chuckled at his boyfriends cluelessness- despite being together for years spencer still never quite understood Y/ns caring actions.  

“It’s for you- it’s a gift!

“for me?”

“yes for you silly goose! go- open it!! your gonna freak.”

spencer looked at his partner slightly concerned at how excited he was- but still took the brown rectangle from his outstretched hands. The thick brown paper teared despite spencers best efforts. In Y/ns opinion it was an extremely slow way to open the present- and his intent and excited gaze urged his boyfriend on. spencer chuckled and sped up slightly- and when he finally pulled the worn book from the wrapping paper- his eyes widened. 

“y/n! is this what i think it is?”

y/n just smiled giddily and childlike at spencers equal excitement. Y/n gestured for him to open it and when he noticed the signature his eyes widened even farther. 

“Oh. My. God. Y/n? where did you find this?! its first edition and signed?! oh my goodness darling i love you so much!!” 

he pulled y/n in for a tight hug and spun him around before begging y/n to read it with him. Eventually hotch called everyone to the round table for a new case so unfortunately the couple had to pause their excited conversation about the series (much to the relief of derek and emily, whose desks were right near theirs), and make their way towards the round table room. But spencer snuck one more kiss in on his lovers lips before he bounded ahead to excitedly chat with emily about his lunchtime adventures. And as y/ns conversation faded into the background spencer quietly mumbled to him self;

“for me..”

With a gentle smile directed at the back of his boyfriend.

The End 

[dailydose-ofme]

OLDER BROTHER SAVES THE DAY

HEARTSTOPPER SISTER SERIES PART 2

Special thanks to @people594 I really appreciate your comment. It made me so happy! If you have any requests please comment anything you want x

What are big brothers for? To love, protect, to care. That's what nick believed. Eloise knew she was so lucky to have an amazing brother. She may not have a father but he is the closest thing to one she will ever have. And she loves it that way.

Today Eloise had been feeling rather down. She didn't know if it was because she was tired. Or hadn't eaten enough. But she was grumpy. It was the first thing nick noticed when she came down for breakfast. Exept she didn't actually have breakfast. She didn't have her usual jam on toast with a glass of orange juice. She just mumbled bye and left before anyone could bid goodbye back.

This caught nick off guard. She was never like this. Always happy and chatty.

Nick grabbed his coat and rushed up to catch her up.

"Hey, hey whats wrong?" He asked after running after her. "Nothing. I'm fine" Eloise muttered. "Lou, your obviously not fine. I'm your brother, I'm here for you. So talk to me-" before he could finish his sentence she cut him off. "Nick I'm fine! Stop pestering me" She stormed off and left nick standing in shock holding her multicoloured scarf he was planning to give to her as she'd obviously forgotten it.

Eloise regretted her outburst but she just wanted to go home so her plan was to avoid everyone until then.

As you can imagine that didn't go well.

At lunch Tao, issac and Charlie sat with her and didn't notice anything at first as they were talking about something that had previously happend until eloise decided to leave with saying anything to them. "Whats up with her?" "Was it something we said?" Charlie just stared at her walking away into the distance debating to follow her or not.

Eloise didn't know why she did it. She didn't want to. She didn't feel like she had a choice either. But she felt terrible.

"Lou! Wait up" Eloise tried to ignore her brothers voice and walked faster but he was quicker and caught up to her. "Eloise listen to me" She stopped and slowly turned around. "What?" She snapped. " Whats going on with you today? Your not yourself. Your snappy with me. Your snappy with charlie and the others." Eloise sighed, more regret building up inside her. "Just talk to me Ella, whatever it is, just tell me. I'm always-" "Fuck sake nick! Leave me alone! Your not dad. You won't ever be! And he's not coming back either. Now leave me alone!" Eloise screamed at him and stormed off once again with tears threatening to fall. She made a beeline straight to the girls toilets and locked her self in. Feeling worse than ever.

Nick was left standing in shock, Charlie had heard the commotion and came over. "Whats happend?" He asked putting his hand on nicks arm and looking towards where eloise had previously ran off too. "I- I think I know why she was so upset"

"Here" Eloise turned to a familiar yet now broken and quiet voice. "You left your scarf behind this morning. Wouldn't want you to get cold" Nick mustered a small fake smile before she slowly took it and he walked away to meet charlie and the others. She stared longingly at the group she would usually be walking with. Remembering how tao would ruffle her hair and give her a piggy back the whole way back. How she would tell them all about her day. Now there was a gloomy atmosphere with a gloomy weather to match her gloomy mood.

On the way back home Eloise couldn't stop thinking about how much she had hurt Charlie, tao and issac and Tara and Darcy and Elle but the thing that hurt her most was shouting at Nick. He did everything for her. He practically raised her. What she said was wrong and she hated herself for it.

As soon as she got home she ran straight upstairs and into her bedroom. Throwing her bag on the floor and threw herself on the bed letting the tears fall. She was almost sobbing hyserically.

A knock brought her attention back to reality. "I'm fine mum! I'm just tired" She called out. "Actually its me. Can I come in?" Eloise turned around to see her older brother standing at the door looking a bit miserable. It came down Suddenly on her again. The regret. "Nick I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it. Not one bit. I love you so much and I appreciate everything you do for me. I'm so sorry" She babbled. Nick rushed towards her. "Hey, hey, hey" He sat down on her bed next to where she was laying. "Shh, it's okay. I know you didn't mean any of it" He moved some hair that was stuck on her forehead out of the way and tucked it behind her ear. "But I still said it. And it made you so upset and I feel terrible" She went on. "Lou, stop apologsing, I get it. Dad wasn't there for me either. Its hard. But you'll get used to it. You don't even need him hey?" He nudged her shoulder and smirked down at her. "You have mum, you have charlie, elle, Tao, Issac, darcy and Tara and Nellie" The two laughed at him mentioning their dog. "But most importantly you have me. I'm always here for you. I may be older than you, and a man, but you can always talk to me. But don't come to me about any girl advice because I can't help you with that one" They giggled together once again.

Eloise rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her. They lay there in comfortable silence for ages that night.

Thankyou for reading my loves x

Any ideas? Let me know, I can't think of anymore at the moment

Sleep well! Love you x

[graciellasamma]

RvB x KR Kiva: Frøy Kurenai

(All of this pics don’t belong to me)

Status: 

Name: Frøy Kurenai

Nickname: Rouge, Cross, Kid, Brat

Name Meaning:

- Frøy: Freyja, the goddess of love and fertility in Norse mythology

- Kurenai: Crimson

Codename: Agent Rhode Island, CrossFire, Kiva

Alias: Kamen Rider Kiva, The Youngest Soldier, Hawkeye, Speedster

Age: 22

Birthdate: 25th December 2536

Pronouns: He, him, his

Sexuality: Male 

Appearance: 

Species: Fandiri (Half Human/Half Fangire)

Skin Tone: Fair Skin

Weight: 177 cm

Height: 67.7 kg 

Scars: Burn mark from his left side of his body from his waist all the way up to his neck and to his left hand

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Short neck-length spiky and choppy with his bangs to the left side 

Eye Color: Crimson Red

Capabilities: Magic trick, Trick shot, Pranks

Apparel: Long-sleeve black shirt, Long sleeveless red tail jacket, Long skinny jeans, High neck shoes, Black scaly scarf

Voice: Ohmori Motoki (JPN) / Sam Luff (ENG)

Stats:

Stealth: 8/10 

Perception: 10/10 

Agility: 8.5/10

Stamina: 8/10

Endurance: 7.5/10

Hand-to-hand combat: 8/10

Intelligence: 7.5/10

Recovery: 7/10

Luck: 7/10

Vision: 9.5/10

Hearing: 7.5/10 

Social Skills: 

Charisma: 7.5/10 

Social Skills: 8/10

Confidence: 8.5/10

Style: 7.5/10

Humor: 8.5/10

Passion: 7.5/10

Empathy: 8/10

Kindness: 8.5/10

Honesty: 6.5/10

Loyalty: 9/10

Patience: 7/10

Flirtness: 0/10 (he doesn’t do flirt)

Equipment: 

Weapon(s) of Choice: Bow and Arrow, Magnum, MA40 Assault Rifle

Secondary: BR55HB Battle Rifle, M7S SMG

Melee weapon of choice: Duel Sword, Dagger, and Combat Knife

Extra: Colored smoke bombs (for camouflage)

Armor:

Armor style: Just look at the picture (That picture is not mine)

Primary Color: Medium Sky Blue #88dae5

Secondary Color: Light Crimson #fa7393

Visor Color: Gold (Just pretend any of this color are)

AI Unit: Chruch (Alpha) & Issac (Felix): Analyzing, BioScan, Healing, Thermal X-ray, Hacking, Strength Boost

Armor Enchantments: Armor Lock, Grav Boots, Speed Boost, Holographic Projection, Stealth, Overdrive

General Information: 

Weakness: Despite that Frøy known as the Ultimate Soldier for joining the military at a young age, he is still a child, not wanting his friends and family to die or fight each other.

Occupation: Freelancer (Formerly), Blue Team, Engineer, Weapons expert, Actor

Strong Suit: Weapons expert, Weapon, armor, and vehicle maintenance engineer, Freelancer training, Strategist, Archery, Sword fighting, Acting

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Marital Status: Single

Talents: Escape Artist, Magician, Kenjustu, Kendo, Fencing, Parkour, Archery, Athletic, Acting, Musician (Violin/Guitar)

Semblance: Phantom Arms: An ability that can store items in a pocket dimension so he can summon it at any time, even during battle, which gives him a high level of flexibility in combat. He can also use it to change his clothing. He can also warp by throwing his weapon to move quickly around the field and damage his enemies.

Theme Song: Capabilities Unseen (ft. L), Supernova

Quote(s):  - “Know your place!” - “The counterattack starts now!” - “Lying is the best way to protect yourself.” - “You’re right they are idiots, and I don’t mind it.” - “Have you ever tried asking if your leader needed help?” - “I only fight and take lives when I have to. And I don’t have to this time.” - “If there are feelings that are too hard to put into words, then put them into action!” - “What you truly want, will only be found at the end of a road you can stride down with pride.” - “The Kamen Riders that I know... Never compromise their values. They never lose heart. And they would never... Let anyone harm their beloved home, their people... And get away with it!”

Personality: 

Likes: His friends, His family, Anime, Movies, Video Games, Weapons, Playing his violin, Hearing music, Pranks, Joking around, Trick shot, Snacks, Being a thrill seeker, Building weapon, Chicken, BBQ.

Dislikes: Pervert, Bullies, Director, Charon Hargrove, Aiden Price, Sigma, Hargrove, Wyoming and Gamma knock knock jokes, Seeing his friends and his family die or fighting each other, Jinxing, Don’t like people calling him a kid, People using his unfinished weapons.

Good Traits:  Personality-wise, Frøy is a calm yet cheerful, and somewhat laid-back young man, especially around his friends, the Reds and Blues. He was considered relatively normal other than his unparalleled prodigious talent in acting even as a child and his quick wit and intelligence like reading complex books. Performing acting jobs was something he was open to and excelled at.  He has a sharp mind and is perceptive, quickly adapting to any situation, and very good at studying, He makes sure he gets the job done by making sure that his friends focus on the battle, but still unsure about his future. Frøy frequently sacrifices himself for others, showing that underneath that arrogant exterior, there's a heroic and selfless man. He's also quick to point out the problems in a situation. As an actor, he is very diligent and is capable of studying and replicating any person or the character's demeanor fastidiously (from their mannerisms, speech patterns, and even thought processes), so much he was capable of triggering thoughts of the person or characters and others immediately after looking at him. Despite his childish act, Frøy's personality changes 180-degree making him calmer, calculated, and discreet whenever something is important or serious, if someone is in trouble, even a stranger, he talks to them and gives empathy and kindness, and gives them advice help them, this is to said to have a personality that draws people to him, inspiring friendship and loyalty through acts of kindness that could change a person’s world view and thus built meaningful relationships.

Bad Traits:  Cocky, quick-witted, arrogant, impulsive, brashness, smart mouth, liar, childishness, and frequent attempts to pull pranks on his teammates. Frøy has a strong tendency for emotional outbursts in sour situations. When his emotions got the better of him, he became rather impulsive and reckless in his actions to the point of nearly being suicidal. This flaw negatively affects those around him, even as far as indirectly causing a few deaths. He is mostly quick to regain his composure and shows little to no fear in order to protect his friends and fight with his life on the line. Frøy is also known for being a liar, thanks to him being an actor and Wyoming teaching how to lie better for infiltrate and info-gather missions as well for his part-time job as an actor, it was thanks to his skills he was able to manipulate people for his and his friend's advantage.

Fears: Losing his friends and family

Relationships: 

Parents: Otoya Kurenai (Father/Deceased), Maya Kurenai (Mother), Jiro/Garulu (Father-figure), Butch Flowers (Father-Figure), Allison Church/Beta (Mother-figure), Leonard Church/Alpha (Father-figure), Riki/Dogga (Uncle-figure)

Sibling(s): Taiga Nobori (Older Brother), Ramon/Basshaa (Little Brother-figure)

Children: None

Significant other: None

Friends: Washington, Tucker, Caboose, Sister, Doc, Carolina, Epsilon (Deceased), York, Delta, Omega/O’Mally, Niner, Sarge, Simmons, Grif, Donut, Lopez, South, Eta, North, Theta, Maine (Deceased), CT, Iota, Wyoming, Gamma, Felix, Palomo, Jensen, Bitter, Smith, Kimball, Doyle (Deceased), Megumi, Nago, Leo Vermillion, Team RWBY, Team JNPR, Aruto Hiden, Fuwa, Yua, MBJR family, Izuku Midoriya, Vice, Daiji Midoriya, Sakura Midoriya, George, Hiromi

Enemies: Director (Deceased), Counselor (Deceased), Hargrove, Meta (Deceased), Sigma (Deceased), Locus (Formerly), Felix (Formerly), Blue and Red, Chrovos, Zero, Taiga (Formerly), Bishop, Rook, Salem, Cinder, Giff, Deadmans, Imagin, MBJR.net

Allegiance(ally): Chorus

Backstory: 

Frøy Kurenai is a Fandiri, a half-breed Fangire, thanks to his late-father Otoya Kurenai, who is a human, and Maya Kurenai, also known as the Queen of Fangire. He is known as the youngest soldier to joined Project Freelancer, and station to the Blue Base. When he was young his mother left him with little explanation and left him with his guardians, Jiro, Riki, and Ramon, who are actually the last survivor of Wolfen, Franken, and Merman because of Fangire King ordered his elites to kill them for some reason. 

When he was at the age 7, he saw a photo of his mother and remember that his mother left him, wanting to know the reason why, he decide to leave his home and go on a search for his mother with his best friend and partner Kivat the 3rd, but without a bit falling out with his father-figure, Jiro.

During his search he was caught in a crossfire during the war, trying to help the people that also caught in the crossfire, Frøy decide to protect the people by grabbing any weapons he could find and used himself as a distraction to lead the aliens away from the people and kill them, he would have used Kivat in order to transform into Kiva but he can’t used it ‘cause the aliens can not know about the existence of the 13 Mazoku Clan as they need to be a secret.

Frøy continue to fight and kill aliens to the point of exhaustion, until he was saved by a squad of soldier from the UNSC and decide to joined the military so he could get stronger in hopes to help and protect himself and the people and maybe able to find his mom, plus, he doubt he could go back to having a normal life consider that he kill all this aliens, especially after what happen with his family after their fight and argument. After Frøy join the UNSC, he was given the codename “CrossFire” for able to fight in that incident, and he became a quick learner with weapons, combat, and engineering.

At the age of 10 he was recommended by the Director and the Counselor of Project Freelancer, thinking that he would be a huge asset for the project because of his skills and able to survive in any event as if he is an adult. Of course, there is a lot of people protest against this but Frøy decided to join the project hoping it would help him able to help people better, so he agreed and join the project as Agent Rhode Island, and was able to clime his ranks, and was able to join the Alpha Squad of the Project.

Not a lot of the Alpha Squad or any of the Agents liking that a 10 year old kid was able to show off, but as time went on, they started to warm up to the kid, even Wyoming and South started to like him, heck, Frøy started to have father and son relationship with Florida just like with Jiro, in the end, the Alpha Squad became his family. But that ended, when he was about to be 12 years old, when one of the mission that involves The Insurrection that caused him to have his burned scar and got half of his body crushed by the remaining building that collapsed during their escaped, making him suppose to be dead. (Think like Obito when first died in Naruto Shippuden)

After the mission, apparently Frøy is still alive inside of the rubble thanks to his Fangire genetic having more durable and their healing factor, so Kivat inform Jiro, Riki, and Ramon about what happen and decide to rescue Frøy consider he still alive under it. When Frøy woke up, he found himself in his room on his bed, and when he looks around he saw Jiro sitting beside his bed on a chair sleeping, he must have waiting for him to woke up. On the next day, Frøy have a meeting with his guardians to have a talk about why did they save him despite told them to leave him? Apparently despite the hurtful words, they still care for him and love him no matter how much he hates them, after all they are family, and since then, the Kiva family has been reunited at last, and Frøy decide to try going to school, to try to have a normal life and become a musician and actor just like The A-Squad wants for him, especially Florida.

The Blood Gulch Chronicles: 

It has been 4 years, Frøy is 15 about to be 16 and was able to graduate middle school a year ago though he decide to do home-school instead, it has been peaceful with Frøy experience a normal life like any other teenagers do. That is until a message from his helmet from the project, that one of his friends Tex in need of help with something. Knowing someone in need of help he decide to pack some stuff and suit up his armor and go to help her, his guardians, of course, doesn’t like any of this one bit, but they respect his decision on wanting to help his friends.

When he was tracing the message, it lead him to place called Blood Gulch. That’s when he meet Tex and Church, which the both of them knows each other and Frøy. Apparently Frøy knows Tex because not only he knows her from the Project but also she is one of the soldiers from the squad who saved him from the Crossfire and he knows Church because he met him during his time in the Project when he knows him as an A.I. named “Alpha” when he’s bored or has free times to spare, he tends to spend it by hanging around with Frøy.

After that it went the same like in the canon, except when Church time travelling using the time distortion with Gamma, Church then check on Frøy and found out about him being an A.I. known as Alpha when he saw a file of evidence from the Project and his memories came back to him, and Tex met up with York and North when the Blues returned to Blood Gulch so they can help her protecting Church, Florida and Wyoming are still alive thanks to Frøy and his father-son relationship with Florida and was able make a deal with Wyoming that if he helps them making sure that Tex doesn’t have Omega then he gets to live on their surveillance, which they succeed on having Omega but Tex still explode with the ship.

After Tex gone with Gamma, Tucker son and the alien, things went peaceful for the Reds and Blues, Florida rejoins the Blue Team, York and Frøy decide to join the Blue Team while North and Wyoming decide to join the Red Team, it took time for the Reds and Blues trust on Wyoming, and him trusting on the Red and Blue, but after having a heart-to-heart with York, Delta, North, Frøy, and Church about losing Gamma, the only friend and partner he could trust, and told him about the truth of the Project, he decide to have trust on them and in exchange they trust him back. 

When the relocating has started the Freelancer decide to split up to make sure that everyone is okay, York decide to join Church, North join Tucker, Wyoming join with Simmons and Grif, Florida join with Caboose, and Frøy decided to stay to keep an eye out with Lopez, Sarge, and Sister in Blood Gulch, he had a feeling that something about to get interesting here.

The Recollectioin: 

It has been almost been a year since the Omega fiasco, and everything seems to be normal until Recovery One also known as Agent Washington came by in order to hunt down the Meta so he go to Blood Gulch consider there has been an A.I. sighting over there. That’s when he not only met Sarge, Lopez, and Sister but also Agent Rhode Island also known as Rouge or Frøy, they catch up until Wash explain to him his going to hunt down the Meta, and Frøy decide to help him on this mission with Sister.

Things still the same like in the canon only that Wash didn’t kill South thanks to Frøy and York stopped him when he was about to, and Church the Alpha and the rest of the A.I. fragments are alive thanks to Frøy able to convince with Wash not to use the EMP and let him handle on, and let him fight against the Meta with Church and Omega by using his enhancement unit that he made called “Overdrive.” 

Overdrive, pretty much a state of hyper-focused attention and energy that enhances one’s performance and where the full extent of their talent can be expressed, when activated the users usual experiences drastic increases in sensory perceptions, coordination and reflexes, to the extent that the observable environment appears to progress in slow motion, and not only that even with single A.I. fragment, not only the users able to use multi enhancement unit but also the A.I. won’t be able to destroy themself, the down-side is that they have time limit and it only takes hour for the recharge to complete even with A.I. help, so it was a last resort sort of thing. But they were able to beat the Meta and Church was able to reset all the A.I.

After the battle Frøy and Church decide to take the fragments and return them to their respectful partner. Wash, who decide to stay making sure that they are okay and help them in anyway, came by and told him that he should go before the UNSC soldier came, consider that he is trespassing and destroy a lot of military property while Wash stay and report what happen here and if things went according to plan then Caboose should give Epsilon to the UNSC as evidence.

A year went by, and Frøy and Church reunited with the Blues, then the Reds and Blues are sent to Vahalla, South decide to join the Red Team, and everything are still the same in the canon but in this case CT or Connie is still alive thanks to a alien pod that allows her to heal any injury, and since the A.I. fragment are alive Frøy decide to have them partnered up with the rest of the Freelancer, Delta still partnered with York, Theta with North, Gamma still with Wyoming, Eta with South, Iota with Connie, Omega with Florida, and Church/Alpha and Tex/Beta with Frøy, while Sigma well let’s just Frøy and Church deleted him.

Project Freelancer:  

Honestly there’s nothing change from here consider this arc mostly about Epsilon in the memory unit and a lot flashback of the Project. So yeah, everything still the same like in the canon with add my oc and all the A-Squad, minus Maine, are alive.

The Chorus Trilogy: 

Nothing has changed in Season 11, other than that Frøy knew who’s Felix and Locus consider that those two were in the same squad who saved him during the Crossfire Incident, and during their separation the one with Wash group are: North, Florida, and CT while with Tucker group are: Frøy, Wyoming, South, and York.

In season 12, nothing has changed except that in my AU, Felix here is a bit difference not only he is a big Star Wars nerd and actually care for the Republic and the Reds and Blues, but also he is also the good guy in this AU because when the Reds and Blues reunited Felix accuse Tex of killing Siris who is good friend of him and Locus, their voice of reason and the glue to each other, thanks to the evidence that one of Hargrove mercenaries, Jackson (he’s pretty much like the Felix in the canon) gave him. But the truth is, Tex didn’t really kill Siris but Jackson killed him when Siris learns the truth of what Hargrove did to Felix by killing him and turn him into an A.I. and brainwash him, thinking he still a human and used him as nothing as tool later for experiment. Thanks with Frøy, Tucker, and the two Church of Alpha and Epsilon, they were able to expose the truth to Felix, the Feds, and the Republic, making Felix turn his back on Locus and Jackson, and stop the war between the Feds and the Republic.

In season 13 is quite the same nothing has changed, Epsilon still died to protect his friends and his brothers, Locus kill Jackson for turning him into a monster and letting his friends died, Frøy decide to give Tex to Carolina, Felix decide to joins the Reds and Blues and became Frøy second A.I. partner, and thanks to Felix, Frøy was able to upgrade the A.I’s making them able to run a multi-enhancement without destroying themselves and removes any limit.

Notes: 

This was Inspired by this fanfiction: Friendship is Timeless by Seanzilla1988, Rosario to Kiva by Dr. Exposition, MBJR Heroes AU by Usagi_chan8, RvBvRWBY series by DocTokuMA and Ac3 Productionis, Going Native by thewhitepatch, You’re Alpha; You’re Church. by Athena_Yule, Unit Cohesion by Sroloc_Elbisivni, Finiding Washington by HBossWrites, Everyone Lives by urbaninja, and A Schrodinger State by notmadderred.

I’ll be honest guys, the moment I watch Red vs Blue, I love them and when I read the stories that inspired to make this I fell in love with them and can’t help of having a crossover of RWBY and the Kamen Rider series and their crossover fanfiction. And as you can see in the background there is no “The Shisno Paradox” arc, why? Well that’s because in this AU they don’t exist and has been replaced by an arc that I called the “RvBvRWBY Riders Horizon”.

This Arc is something like Seanzilla and his co-worker made in their Kamen Rider Crossover stories, but different? Basically, in the RvB world the Tokusatsu of Kamen Riders, Super Sentai, and Ultraman exist and there almost common knowledge, and one of the reason why the “Shisno Paradox” arc don’t exist because of who Kamen Riders I’m adding to this AU and yes, “Riders” with plural which mean I’m adding more than one Kamen Riders in this story because I couldn’t choose one of them because I love them so much, and they are: Kiva, Den-O, Revice, and Zero-One. So yeah, since the time travel with Den-O and the Shisno Paradox are a bit different, I decide to remove that arc in order to make sense.

In the RWBY world, Team RWBY and JNPR, and their newest friend Leo Vermillion, who is a Singularity Point, has been attacked by a Imagin and somehow the DenLiner appear out of nowhere and kidnap them, and before they knew, they somehow in the world of RvB and that’s when Leo and his friends meet with the owner of DenLiner and explain to them about Imagin, Den-O, and Leo being a Singularity Point, and that he has allies consider his not only one who is a Singularity Point only just they have a different power than Den-O.

When he become Den-O, that’s when they meet Frøy Kurenai as Kamen Rider Kiva and the Reds and Blues, Aruto Hiden as Kamen Rider Zero-One with the Fuwa, Yaiba, and the MBJR family, and Izuku Midoriya and Vice as Kamen Rider Revice with his adopted family, (and yes this is the Izuku Midoriya from BNHA, I really like that anime, so sue me for wanting this kind crossover) and together they became Team FLAM (Flame), and together they go on adventure where they help each defeating their enemies: Fangires, Imagin, MBJR.net, Deadmans, and Salem. 

I also going to make their PKMN Team but that depends on my motivations, and have the time to make it.

I also made some short story of a scene from a couple of episode, I maybe going to make more of this but from a scene in a few of episode include the PSA episodes, so here are the list for the story if you like to read it. I hope you all like the story I made.

Previously On

Donut the Musical

[animemilkbags]

Scott: I’m cold

Issac:here take my scarf

Stiles: I’m kinda cold too Derek

Derek:*claws coming out* alright I’ll fight the weather

[fantasy2739]

Prompt idea: Jamie and a woman he has a one night stand with have a pregnancy scare. He's really worried about being a bad father (the sad part), so he insists on taking care of one of those RealCare baby dolls that cry and hijinks ensue (the funny part).

Okay so I had to google what a RealCare baby is because we don’t really use them where I am (or we do and I’ve just never seen one). So the accuracy is definitely a no.

Jamie stares at Amy like she’s grown a second head.

“You’re what?” He croaks. She purses her lips.

“I said, I might be pregnant.” She repeats. They’re sat in Jamie’s house, which he is eternally grateful for because he’s pretty sure he almost spat juice everywhere. “My periods late and my stomach has been feeling shitty.” Jamie cringes a little at that because what the fuck is he supposed to say.

“But we used a condom.” He says, it’s almost a whine. Amy sighs.

“They’re only so effective.” She says.

“And you’re not like, on the pill?” He asks, wary that he might be crossing some line. Amy shakes her head and Jamie nods, because fair enough. “What do we do then?” Amy considers it for a moment.

“I’m gonna get one of those fancy tests that tells you early and then we’ll go from there.” She says. The look she gives him is almost pitying. “I just wanted to let you know, cause there isn’t really anyone else I can tell.” Jamie nods and insists that he pay for the test. Amy smiles at him and tells him she’ll text him. Jamie sees her out and goes to curl up on the sofa. He’s mulling over what happens if Amy is actually pregnant. Do they keep the baby? Do they not? He can’t force Amy to do either. He wraps his arm around a cushion and stares at the wall.

He’d be a shit dad.

Well no, maybe not. He doesn’t actually know. But then he doesn’t have the best idea of being a dad. His dad is a piece of shit. What if they keep the baby and he’s shit with them? What if they don’t like him?

What if he hurts them?

Jamie grips the cushion tighter. He’s terrified. He’s breathing faster and he’s scared of this child that may not even be a thing. How the fuck is he supposed to be a parent if he’s freaking out over the idea of one? He spends the next couples of days pacing back and forth, mulling it all over in his mind.

He’d hurt his kid.

He doesn’t want to be like his father.

He hopes he’s like his mum.

He doesn’t know if he can break the cycle.

Amy’s text is a blessing.

‘Hi Jamie, I took two tests to be sure, both negative! Thanks Amy X.’

Jamie feels so relieved he nearly cries. He’s been teetering on the edge of uncertainty for too long. He shakes it off, sends Amy a quick thanks, and tries to forget.

Except he can’t.

Now that he’s thought he could be having a kid he’s almost desperate to prove he wouldn’t be shit. Or at least he’d like to know. So after an hour of googling he ends up order a fucking RealCare baby. He’s never regretted a purchase so quickly. But it’s too late now. He needs to know.

Okay so maybe he shouldn’t have turned up to Richmond with the fucking baby but he’s supposed to treat it like an actual baby.

“Why the fuck do you have a fake baby?” Roy asks like Jamie has just personally caused every problem Roy has ever had. Jamie doesn’t know what to say, so he shrugs and puts the baby, who he’s named Babs, on the bench. “Jamie, seriously what the fuck?”

“It is cute.” Sam says. “But also very creepy.” Isaac is moving from side to side.

“It’s eyes are like following me.” He says. Ted comes out to see what the commotion is about and he sees Babs.

“Well who’s this little cutie?” He asks. Jamie smirks.

“Babs.” He says. “It’s one of them RealCare baby things.” Ted is all smiles.

“Reminds me of high school, take a bag of flour home, treat it like a baby.” He says. He pauses and looks at Jamie with wide eyes. “You’re having a baby?” Jamie shakes his head.

“Had a… scare.” He admits. “Wanted to try it out.” There’s silence and then.

“So have you brought lots of clothes?”

“Let me hold the baby.”

“Does it cry all the time?”

“Do you have to feed it and shit?”

“Can I be the fun uncle?” Jamie blinks a few times and smirks.

“I want Babs to have good role models. So none of you fucks.” He says. “Except maybe Ted and maybe Sam.” Sam grins. “Roy you can be Babs’ great grandad since you’re fucking old enough.” Roy growls but there’s a softness in his eyes. Jamie picks Babs up and cradles her gently. He steps towards Ted, who has his arms ready in a second.

“Cute as a button.” Ted says as he holds her.

“Takes after her mum then.” Bumbercatch jokes. Jamie sticks his tongue out at him.

“Oh hush now.” Ted says. “I think it’s real great you’re doing this Jamie.” Jamie shrugs and takes Babs back. He crooks his arms around her and cradles her. He makes a cooing face. There’s a flash and someone has definitely snapped a picture. Jamie flips them off and goes back to his baby. Some of the team are leaning off his shoulder.

“Oi, we still have training to do.” Roy reminds them.

“We can’t leave her in the locker room.” Colin says. “She’ll get hurt.” There’s murmurs of agreement.

“Fucking fine, I’ll hold her while you all practice.” Roy caves. Jamie smirks.

“Here Babs, say hello to your great grandad.” He says, carefully handing her over. Roy takes her and it must be a trick of the light because he almost looks sweet. “Be good yeah, he’s too old to do things quickly.” Roy glares but cuddles Babs close. They go out and practice. When Dani scored he runs over to Babs and holds her up.

“That one of for you chiquita mia.” He says. Roy’s rolling his eyes but Jamie thinks it’s great. Babs has a special place in all their hearts

The next day he turns up sleep deprived but oddly pleased. Babs had cried all night. Jamie had tried everything he could think of; changing, feeding, holding. He had been annoyed but he’d also been scared. He was so worried about what might be wrong with Babs and he just wanted to make it better. Sitting up on his bedroom floor, cradling Babs gently to his chest he realised he hadn’t once thought about yelling at her or hitting her. So he was smiling as he strolled in. He was met by an avalanche of people.

“Look, we got Babs her own little kit!” Issac said, thrusting a bag at Jamie.

“I made her something.” Bumbercatch says, holding out a beautiful red and blue scarf. Jamie smiles widely, it’s all very sweet. Sam comes forward with a little blanket that he wraps around Babs. There’s a little noise of contentment and the room aw’s

“I just want to check, we do know that it’s a fake baby?” Nate asks, almost timidly. They all look at him. “Right, okay, yep, Babs is adorable Jamie.” Jamie rocks her slightly and they’re rewarded with more cute noises.

“You look tired.” Jan says, blunt as ever.

“Fatherhood, keeps you on your toes.” Jamie says with a shrug. The day dissolves into different teammates stealing Babs to play. Jamie catches Colin and Issac gently cooing over her in the boot room. Bumbercatch wraps her in her scarf and takes a million photos. Zoreaux and Dani run around with her, showing her Richmond like it’s a fucking museum. Even Jan caves and hugs her close for twenty minutes, telling everyone it’s comforting.

Babs stays with Jamie for another week. Despite how tired he is at the end of it he knows he’ll do anything for his kid. He’s not ready to be a dad yet, way too busy. But it’s reassuring to know he won’t be completely shit.

And he knows the team will be there, every step of the way.

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Private and Public

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader Word count: 1.4k Summary: People don’t usually realize that you’re in a relationship since you weren’t one for PDA with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to display affection, it was more the Public part that made you nervous. But one night at a party that might change. Warning: None Requested by Anon: malia x reader or stiles x reader. The reader is like a ('baby gay' for malia) (first relationship for stiles) and is shy/a bit nervous about doing things simple things like hugging or holding hands and they find it cute but also comfort the reader say stuff like its okay, we can take it slow, and kinda just doing things like hugging more often to get them use to it. idk sorry feel free to to change it up and do what you want. Anyway have a good day~ 🦊,🐺or🙃. A/N: so I realize I haven’t uploaded anything at all in over a week, but life’s a bitch so I’m not gonna make empty promises of me starting to upload regularly again. I guess thing’s will be uploaded when they’ll be uploaded. I’m really sorry for all those who look forward to scheduele stuff, but I hope you understand. Lot’s of love, Brina

The red plastic cup in your hand was still filled up to the brim, the only change was the temperature that it had taken on during the hour that you had nursed it without even attempting to take a sip of the gross beer inside. Honestly, you weren‘t all too sure why exactly you had agreed to tag along to the party, neither were you sure why you were even asked to. When Scott had heard of the party a bunch of juniors and seniors had planned to have on a clearing in the woods, he knew it was a recipe for disaster. The pack had tried its best to stop the party from happening altogether, but to no avail, so instead they decided that they‘d come along to keep an eye out for potential danger. Every single pack-member in the appropriate age-group - aka still in school - had shown up, even Brett and Theo had joined in, which meant that any potential danger would have to be careful. Still, you couldn‘t quite understand why you‘d been asked to come along since you were quote-on-quote ‘just a human‘ and were usually kept away from any immediate danger the second it seemed to be in your vicinity. Not today though, today you were basically dragged with them to attend the party no matter if you wanted to be there or not and Lydia had forced you to dress in something other than the nice PJ’s that you had been chilling in earlier that day. “Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” a boy asked as he joined your side. You inspected him for a few seconds until the cogs in your head finally clicked and you realized that he was in your english lit. class. “Mhm, you’re-” you bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you tried your best to recall what his name was, “James?” “Close, it’s Jim,” the boy chuckled and smiled at you. You recognized that smile and even though you had to admit that you were a bit naive, you knew that the boy wasn’t talking to you just for the sake of getting to know you as a friend. Not quite sure what you could do about it, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “This party is pretty boring, what?” “Well, it’s a party in the woods in the middle of the week so I doubt there was much possibility for this to be the party of the century,” you shrugged and looked around at all the drunk people who’d definitely regret drinking so much the next morning. “You know,” Jim started and you had a bad feeling you knew where this was going, “We could get out of here, My parents aren’t home, sooo-” he scratched the back of his head and you just couldn’t help but sigh. “Listen Jim, you’re really nice, really, but I’m in a relationship.” “Oh, Ohh, okay, sorry I didn’t mean to...uhm… I just- I never saw you with anyone, I thought you were- I- Uhm- I’ll leave,” he rambled before taking a big sip of the beer he was holding and walking away with his ears tinted red-ish. You gave another sigh and shook your head slightly as you thought his words over. It was true, now that you thought about it, he had no real way of knowing that you weren’t single anymore and even though usually you didn’t mind that thought, suddenly it was somewhat bothering you. You and Stiles had been dating each other for just about a month now, but besides the other pack members and your families no one really knew about it since you weren’t really into PDA. Well, it wasn’t quite that, if you were honest. It was just that this was your first relationship and you were incredibly nervous at everything it included. It wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable with Stiles, it was the exact opposite actually, being with him was the time you felt most at ease, but you were just very anxious that you’d accidentally screw up. Of course, you also feared that your nervousness would annoy him and he’d decide that you were not worth it, but that fear was absolutely rootless since he was the most supportive boyfriend you could imagine. Oftentimes you could see the longing in his eyes when he was looking at you sitting besides him at Lunch and you knew that he just wanted to put his arm around you and give you a kiss, but held himself back for you sake. He also kept on telling you that it was okay and that you didn’t need to do something uncomfortable just to please him, that he was happy with all the cuddles and kisses he got in private and that he was more than ready to take it slow. What he did to help you otherwise was that he tried to get you used to a little bit of physical contact: hand holding in the car, small hugs throughout the day, cute little texts in class and the such. Suddenly, as you were thinking about it, you felt the strong urge to find Stiles and hug him no matter how many people were around and if you didn’t still have the completely full cup in your hand you’d think you could’ve been a little bit tipsy. You looked through the crowd searching for any sign of your boyfriend and the first thing that caught you eyes was the blond locks of a certain scarf-wearing-werewolf glimpsing through a group of junior girls that were giggling about something. With a rush of determination surging through you, you made your way through the masses of teenagers - somehow managing to hand your cup to someone on the way - and ended up only a few feet away from Isaac without having been accidentally punched or stumbling. It was like a scene in a movie when you came closer and recognized a few other pack members standing around Issac and they acted like a curtain that opened up as you got closer and revealed the most incredible boy in the world. If you’d been an outstander and had seen you stop in your tracks with a goofy, love-sick smile on your lips and your eyes almost watering up, you would’ve thought that you were watching a cheap romance movie, but you weren’t an outsider- no, you were you and you were looking at your boyfriend feeling full of love and admiration. Starting to walk again, you were sure to earn a few confused glances as you slid through between Isaac and Allison and more or less launched yourself at Stiles, your arms quickly interlocking around his waist and you face pressed into his chest. Stiles was obviously surprised at the sudden attack as he stumbled a few steps backwards before stabilizing and reciprocating the hug. You were very happy that your pack was so accommodating as they just shared some confused glances before continuing the conversation like nothing happened. “Are you okay?” Stiles leaned down and whispered in your ear, obviously worried by the sudden need for affection. “Mhm,” you nodded and basket in his hug for a few seconds more before looking up at him and smiling, “I just love you a lot and I missed you.” “I drove you here, we saw each other half an hour ago,” Stiles chuckled, but his cheeky smile showed that he was endeared by your sudden clinginess. “That was too long,” you just sighed and wished he would lean down to kiss you, but then your state of adrenalin and bluntness left you and your nervousness returned. Slowly you retracted your arms and went to stand beside him when you saw that the other pack members were looking at you with smiles on their lips. Blood rushed towards your face and your ears and you suddenly felt more embarrassed than you ever thought you would, even though you didn’t regret it. “You want me to bring you home? It’s getting pretty late,” Stiles asked silently but you could read between the lines and thankfully nodded, knowing that you’d probably ask him to come with you inside when you came to your house and cuddle. Because after all, Stiles was the best boyfriend you could ever imagine and if you couldn’t hug him all that much in public, then you’d hug the living health out of him in private.

[iwillbeinmynest]

Safer Behind It - Newt x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Well here it is my first Maze Runner fic! Hopefully y'all like it, or at least don’t hate it. This is based on moments from The Scorch Trials (book). Bold words are direct quotes from the book. I do not take any credit for Dashner’s work.

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes/Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of violence, mentions of trauma (from the maze), some fluff and angst if you look hard enough.

Masterlist

 Jorge found them after the lightning storm. Eleven new faces in the building on the outskirts of town. You listened as Jorge gave them the rundown of how things were going to go. When he called for the rest of you, you followed Brenda close.

You and Brenda hadn’t known each other too long but she was good and you trusted Jorge more than anything.

One of the new kids- a boy with dark hair- asked for a few minutes with Jorge.

“Me and you,” The kid begged. He stood over another boy who looked like he had been fried by lightning. Maybe he had, that storm was brutal.

“Ten minutes. Alone. That’s all I ask.” He went on.

You were surprised when Jorge agreed. He must have seen something in the kid you didn’t.

He told you and the others to watch this new group and to kill them if they made any moves. You knew he was being dramatic, adding the threat of death to remind the other Cranks behind you that he was in charge.

One of the boys you were supposed to be watching caught your eye. He was blonde and thin. He had a limp - you’d noticed it as he walked over and checked on the others in his group.

Brenda caught you staring at him. “Careful, Y/N.” She said quietly so the Cranks couldn’t hear her.

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

“He’s not gonna like it if you don’t keep up the facade.”

“What’s he gonna do, have you run me through?” You tested.

You saw the twitch of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. “Just don’t be stupid.”

 You tugged up on the thin, tan, scarf that covered your nose and mouth. You didn’t like it to be down.

You walked over to the limping boy. You say boy, but really he was near your age if not a bit older. “You need to sit down,” you told him.

He looked at you carefully. “I’m just making sure these guys are alright.”

His voice sounded funny but you kinda liked it.

“I’m not going to ask again.” you drew the makeshift dagger you had from where it usually was sheathed at your lower back.

 He sighed but sat on the hard concrete next to the fried boy. He pulled a knee to his chest and mumbled, “Bloody shank girl.”

You smirked at that.

“What’s your name?” You asked him.

He looked up at you and there was no hiding the annoyance in his eyes. “Newt.”

“Newt?” You almost laughed. “Like the lizard?”

The boy next to him chuckled.

“No.” Newt huffed. “Like Issac Newton.”

 “I think I like my reason better, lizard boy.”

“Hey!” One of the Cranks behind you caught your attention. It was an older man, you didn’t know his name but you knew you didn’t like him. “What are you talkin’ so much about?”

“None of your business, old man.” You turned to him and left no room for him to think you might be afraid of him, which you weren’t.

“Back off, Murph.” Brenda said calmly as she whacked the flat side of her machete on his chest. “Let her have some fun before we rip them to shreds.”

It seemed to tide him over and he walked away but not before he stared you down again.

You rolled your eyes when his back was turned and exhaled a silent groan. You looked to Brenda.

She had her eyebrows raised and was clearly waiting for you to say,

“Thank you.” You muttered.

“Mhm.” She grinned. You knew she’d never say it out loud but she was starting you like having you around.

You turned back to Newt and crouched down, your sharpened letter opener gripped tightly in your hand. “So, tell me, Newt, What brings you out into the Scorch?”

“Don’t tell her klunk, dude.” The burnt boy said with spunk.

“I bet you’re the fun one.” You teased him, “You look like garbage. What happened to you?”

“He got struck by lightning,” Newt answered, “Or close to it anyways.”

“Yikes.” You responded. You’d been right.

“Didn’t even hurt.” He lied.

“Shuck off, Minho. You’re not fooling anyone.” Newt rolled his eyes.

“Screw you, man.” Minho all but pouted.

 “Why do you cover your face?” Newt asked, ignoring his friend. “No sun in here.”

You paused but tried to cover it and said, “So you don’t get distracted by how pretty I am.”

He smirked at that.

He had a nice smile. It lit up his eyes.

You stood up quickly and walked back to Brenda. Why did you care what his smile was like?

“You good?” She asked low again.

“Fine.” You lied. Actually you were scared by how much you were starting to like Newt. No sense in hurting yourself by getting attached.

Jorge and the dark haired boy reappeared from down the back hall.

Jorge told everyone that he, Brenda and yourself were going to take these few to get some food and that you’d all meet back up at the tower.

You didn’t know what he was planning but it had to be something, because he was putting on quite a show. He mentioned cutting off Minho’s fingers for punching him earlier and you honestly thought he might be serious about that part.

The other Cranks left and you walked behind Brenda as she led the way to the tunnels where you had hid the stash of food.

You helped pass out cans of food and watched as Brenda sat by Thomas - you’d recently learned his name.

You looked around, wondering where to settle amongst these new boys and found Newt looking at you.

“Here goes nothin’” you muttered to yourself beneath your mask.

You made your way over and sat against the wall beside him.

“Enjoying the meal?” You asked. He sure looked like he was.

He nodded, mouth full of cold beans.

“When was the last time you ate?” You realized that he, and everyone else that he’d come with, were eating like they’d been starved.

“Not but a few days ago,” He said when he’d finally swallowed. “But we were out in that bloody heat for so long.” His eyes stared into nothing for a moment and you could tell he was reliving something awful.

“How long were you actually out there?”

“Three, four, five days,” he asked himself. “I’m not sure.”

“Where did you come from?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” He returned to the present and out of the bad memories he’d been replaying. You watched him plaster on a smirk.

There was that smile again. You were glad your cheeks were covered because you were pretty sure you were blushing.

“Do I get to ask you any?”

You nodded, “Sure.”

“Why do you wear that over your face?” He repeated.

“Why do you care?”

His head ticked to the side. You’d asked another question.

You relented. “I already told you.”

“But we both know that wasn’t the truth.” He said before taking another bite.

You sombered and sighed. You were trying to find the words.

“I only partly lied.” You finally said.

 Newt stopped eating and shocked you with what he said next. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business if you don’t want to talk about it.”

It was so...considerate of him to say that. It had been a long time since anyone other that Jorge was considerate to you. Even Brenda was harsh when you’d met her and she still makes comments about it.

The look in your eyes must have revealed something to him.

“You really don’t have to tell me.”

For some reason you did, though. Maybe it was his soft voice, maybe it was the random kindness he’d displayed, but suddenly, you wanted to show him. Almost like a test to see if he was genuinely kind at heart.

You slipped your index finger under the cloth near your nose but before you pulled it down you said, “Just...brace yourself.”

You pulled the mask down below your chin, revealing the angry red scar that ran from your upper lip, just below your nose, all the way to your ear, which had a notch missing from it.

Newt barely flinched. He just looked at you.

Your scar had healed thick which made it distort your lip slightly.

“When I was first sent here, after finding out I had the Flare, a crank attacked me with a shard of glass. He got me pretty good but Jorge was there and he saved me. He couldn’t do much to make me look better, though.” You pulled your mask back up. “Most people just stare at it, instead of me. So, I cover it up.”

“You shouldn’t.” He offered a hint of a smile as he switched to his second can of food. “Nothing wrong with the way you look.”

You sat stunned.

“I broke my leg in three places. That’s why I have a limp. Do you only see the limp when you look at me?” He asked.

You shook your head, unable to think of anything to say.

He shrugged his shoulders. “See?”

 You bit down a smile that threatened to spread across your mouth. Good thing your mask was on.

“I’m sorry I called you lizard boy.” You felt bad for teasing him, now.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been called worse.”

The two of you sat in silence for a short while. Then, you wondered something.

“What’s a shank?”

He chuckled, “Just something we say. Why?”

“Back in the building you called me a ‘bloody shank girl’.”

His cheeks flushed and he stared down at the can he was eating from. “Sorry.”

“So, shank isn’t nice then?”

“Depends…” He smirked, almost embarrassed he’d said that about you.

“And here I thought you were soft.”

He looked at you. “Nope, just wrong on occasion.”

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You suddenly realized you’d never told him your name and now you wanted him to know it. To say it.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He paused a moment before adding, “ I have a feeling I won’t regret it.” He glanced over at you again.

“You won’t.” You promised.

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[toastedkiwi]

Wrong Cards

Summary: on a fateful day, Chris meets you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Teen!Reader

Warning: angsty, death, gun violence, blood, shitty childhood.

You haven’t had the easiest life. In all your 14 years on this earth, it’s been hell. You’ve been on the streets. You’ve been moved around all over the country and put into homes only to be shooed away. It became very apparent that nobody wanted you or cared. Not even teachers. You’ve dealt with abuse, bullying, pretty much any nasty thing that a kid shouldn’t have to deal with. A kid should be loved and wanted and taken care of but it seemed like you ended up with the short straw way too many times. Until you met Chris.

It was dark all around except for the parking lot light. You and Issac had gotten into a scuffle by these gangsters— wannabe gangsters. Punches were thrown along with threats. Then a gun went off. He was this 12 year old you met— he lost his home and his abusive parents. You were looking out for him. You had gotten in front of him and took the hits and beatings. But Issac took the bullet.

Chris heard your crying and calling out for help. He ran. He pulled out his phone and came around a truck to see the scene. Your hands are covered in blood as you’re doing chest compressions on your dying friend. He can tell that you’re way too young and Issac is way too young to be shot. You’re just kids.

“Help! Please!” You begged.

Chris dials 9-1-1 and presses call. He pulls off his scarf and gets on his knees. He puts his scarf over the wound that oozes blood. He holds it down with one hand while the other holds his phone and he already feels the warm blood soak through the fabric.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The operator asked.

“A- A kid’s been shot,” Chris said as calmly as he could for you. “He’s losing a lot of blood. You gotta hurry.”

“Where are you, sir? And is the shooter still around?”

Chris gives the street and said, “I don’t know. Probably.”

He’s told to stay on the line so he puts the phone on speaker and puts it on the ground. Chris can see that you’re struggling.

“Switch with me, kid,” Chris said.

You looked up at him with a quiver of the lip. You nod and it’s a quick switch. He’s doing chest compressions and you’re applying pressure to the wound.

“What happened?” Chris asked.

“I- I can’t tell y-you,” you said.

You both hear the sirens of the cop cars and the ambulance. He looks at you to see your own face has been beaten. Your bottom lip is slit and bleeding. You have a cut over your right eye brow and it’s also bleeding. Your cheek is starting to bruise already.

“What happened?” Chris asked.

You kept your mouth shut. The ambulance rolls into the parking lot following a cop car. The paramedics rushed over. The cops immediately asked where the shooter is and you pointed the way to them. They head off and the paramedics take over. Chris has to pull you away from Issac. More cops show up.

“No pulse,” one of the paramedics said. “Shocking to 200. —Clear.”

You clenched your jaw tightly as you watched them try to bring your friend back alive. A cop is trying to talk to you. You haven’t slept in days. You haven’t had a proper meal in months. You don’t even know what day it is. And you’re numb.

“He’s gone,” are the words that you hear.

You screamed and cried. Chris stops you. He can’t believe the situation he’s in at the moment. He doesn’t know you at all. He doesn’t know the kid that’s dead on the wet asphalt of the parking lot. He just wraps his arms around you. You fight against him but you’re weak. You’re not that strong and Chris is an adult who religiously works out.

“Stop, stop,” Chris said. “He’s gone.”

You cried harder and managed to put all your strength into clutching onto Chris. He’s keeping you on your feet. If he wasn’t holding you, you’d be running till you have to stop and then you might be dead somewhere else.

~~~~~next day

“Y/n, you’ve got a visitor,” Andrew, a nurse, said coming into the room.

Chris Evans followed behind with a giant gift bag. You recognize him from last night. The one person who came when you called for help.

“Hey,” Chris said coming into the room. “I got you something.”

You’re left alone with the actor. He places the bag in your lap. You’re very confused. You’ve never have been given anything in these 14 plus years on this earth. It’s a first.

“Why?” You asked.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and faces you.

“Just open it,” he said.

You squinted at him. He grabs the pink tissue paper and tosses it behind himself.

“There,” Chris said. “Now, you pull out what I got for you.”

You pull out this LEGO set and Chris pulls away the now empty bag. You look at the front. It’s the Super Hero Airport Battle with Captain America, the Winter Soldier, Scarlet Witch, Iron Man, War Machine, and Antman.

“Why are they fighting?” You asked. “Superheroes don’t fight each other.”

“You haven’t seen the movie?” He asked.

You shook your head no and said, “I’ve only seen Iron Man 3.”

“Really?” He asked surprised. “Just Iron Man 3?”

“Yeah. That was when I had parents that wanted me,” you said and you looked back at the box of legos.

“What happened?” Chris asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“They’re dead like Issac,” you said. “They died in a fire. The house burnt down.”

“That sucks,” Chris said looking at you.

“I know,” you said. “Now, you didn’t answer my question. Why are they fighting?”

“There’s this document called the Sokovia Accords. All these countries wanted all the superheroes to sign them,” Chris started telling you. “And make the superheroes liable for their mistakes. The governments of the countries wanted to tell the heroes where they can go help and where they can’t even if people need help.”

“That’s stupid,” you said.

“Right. It’s pretty stupid. So, Iron Man, War Machine, and a few other Avengers signed the accords but Captain America was like, ‘fuck that.’ And so the Avengers were split,” Chris said. “They had one team— Team Cap, obviously the best team and they had another one- Team Iron Man.”

“Who wins?” You asked.

“Nobody. They’re divided,” he said simply.

“All because of the government?” You asked.

“Pretty much,” Chris said.

“Thats fucked up,” you said.

“Language,” he said.

“That’s messed up!” You corrected sarcastically.

“Much better,” Chris said with a shit eating grin on his face. “Why don’t we get started on building the set?”

He pulls over the table. You sit yourself up crisscross even though there’s pain in your ribs and abdomen but you haven’t asked for any painkillers. Chris gets onto the bed more invading your space.

“Take off your shoes, you wild animal. Haven’t you learned anything?” You sassed.

He immediately takes off his shoes giving you this exaggerated annoyed look. He gets onto the bed and sits across from you crisscross. You try to pick off the tape. He lets you struggle trying to get open the box.

“What’s your favorite superhero?” Chris asked but he has a feeling that it’s Iron Man.

“Whoever can get the stupid ass box open,” you said putting the box on the table in between the two of you.

Chris chuckles and takes the box. He rips it open and tears the back wide open.

“There we go,” he said putting it on the table.

“That was obnoxious,” you said looking at him.

He just smiled cheekily. You just shook your head.

“Alright, lets get building,” Chris said rubbing his hands together.

“You sure you didn’t bring this so you could build it yourself?” You asked.

“Excuse me?! I’m helping you build it,” he said and mocked offense.

“Sure,” you said sarcastically and taking out the instruction book.

Chris rolled his eyes. He knows for a fact that he’ll come back tomorrow to visit you.

“What’s your favorite movie?” Chris asked.

“Iron Man 3,” you said opening bag one on the table.

“I know Iron Man,” he announced.

“Are you trying to impress me? Like I don’t get it. I don’t even understand why you’re here and why you’re in the bed across from me or why you’re trying to get to know me by asking questions,” you said. “Don’t you have something better to do instead of spending time with a stupid ass foster kid that nobody wants?”

“First of all, you aren’t stupid. You’re smarter than you think you are. Secondly, I want to spend time with you. I want to get to know you,” Chris said.

“No, you don’t. You just feel bad for me,” you said.

“Honestly, yeah, I do feel bad—,” he said.

“Get out,” you said without hesitation.

“Let me finish,” Chris said.

“No! Get out!” You yelled pushing the legos off the table. “I don’t need you! I don’t need your fucking pity!”

“Y/n,” Chris said.

“GET OUT!” You screamed.

He sighs and slides off the bed. He grabs his shoes and quickly puts them on.

“GET OUT!” You yelled.

Chris finally leaves. Your jaw clenched tightly and tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Dude, you literally kicked out Captain America,” Andrew said shaking his head.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled.

~~~~~next day

Chris walks into the room with a fuzzy blanket, his iPad Pro, and a bag of snacks. The LEGO set is built and off to the side on the table. You’re so far in the bed on the edge that you might fall off. You’ve also been crying. Chris puts the things he brought on a chair except the giant fuzzy blanket. He covers you with the blanket. You looked at him with your eyes red and puffy.

“I told you to get out,” you said.

“That was yesterday,” Chris said grabbing the snacks and his iPad. “Today is a new day.”

He kicks off his shoes and puts the snacks in your lap. He gets into the bed. You try pushing him off. But he’s a 38 year old man. He plants himself right next to you laying on top of the blankets.

“I do feel bad. No kid should’ve seen another kid die or be shot, Y/n,” Chris said opening up his iPad. “I don’t know what else you’ve gone through but I know that it sucked for you and it’s unfair. You should be dealing with high school drama instead but you got dealt the wrong cards, kid. It’s not fair at all.”

He looks at you to find that you have this frustrated look on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks. He puts his arm around you and pulls you into his side. You bury your face into his side and shut your eyes closed tightly. You choked out a sob. His other arm wraps around you and he holds you tightly as you cry.

“You’re gonna be alright,” he said softly. “You’ll make it through all of this.”

You continued to cry and Chris did his best to soothe and console you. He honestly doesn’t know what he’s doing. He just knows he’s gotta protect you.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Chris said as you calmed down a bit.

“W-What movie?” You asked quietly.

“I was thinking Iron Man 1,” Chris said opening his iPad back up.

“You- you have it?” You asked with your eyes lighting up.

“Yup,” he said nodding.

He opened up the collection of movies he houses on the iPad. He scrolls through until he finds it. He taps on it and plays the movie. He looks to see that you’re already entranced. It brings a smile to his face and he turns his focus back on the screen.

The two of you crashed as the credits of Iron Man 2 rolled on the screen.

“Would it be alright if I adopted you?” Chris asked when you two woke up from your impromptu nap.

“Don’t be saying shit like that if you don’t mean it,” you said immediately sitting up and looking at the actor.

“I mean it, Y/n. You don’t have to be dealing with terrible foster parents or being homeless cause it’s better than the other places you’ve been. I got room in my house,” Chris said sitting up. “I got air conditioning.”

“You’re- you’re lying. You don’t want me,” you cried.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. You tried your hardest to fight against his hold but he doesn’t budge.

“When have I lied to you?” Chris asked as you cried into his shoulder. “Have I lied to you since we met?”

You shook your head no and he rubbed your back.

“Then I’m not lying now. I’d like to adopt you if you let me,” Chris said.

“O-Okay,” you sniffled.

Chris smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

~~~~few weeks later

You were first greeted by a very happy Dodger. He jumped on you which freaked you out and you tensed up looking at the dog warily.

“Dodger,” Chris said grabbing Dodger by his collar.

He gently pulls Dodger away and you went back outside. He looks over his shoulder to see you descend down the porch steps. He puts down your backpack that has all you have in it and he takes Dodger outside with him.

“Dodger is very excitable. He loves people,” Chris said sitting down beside you but giving enough space in between. “Sit, Dodger.”

Dodger sits down planting his ass on Chris’ foot. Chris chuckles and pets his furry friend. He makes sure that Dodger doesn’t do anything to you.

“You okay?” Chris asked looking at you.

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away. You sniffled and tried your hardest not to cry. Chris watches as you hold yourself with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“I- I don’t w-want to get attached to him or- or you,” you whimpered with your voice trembling.

Chris slides closer and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay to get attached, Y/n,” Chris said.

“B-But everyone dies!” You exclaimed looking at him with tears streaming down your cheeks. “My parents died. My sister died. My adoptive parents died. Issac is dead! He died right in front of me. Everyone I get attached to dies, Chris. You’re just gonna be one of them.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not immortal and neither is Dodger and neither are you. Death is inevitable and you’ve dealt with it a lot. The world hasn’t been kind to you,” he said running his fingers through your hair. “You’ve lost so many people and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Y-you don’t know that,” you said.

“You’re right. I don’t but it would be a dick move on the world’s part,” Chris said.

You let out a small laugh as he pulled you into his side more. Your arms wrapped around his torso.

“C’mon, let’s go inside,” he said.

You nodded but you don’t move. He chuckles. He stays put for a little longer and holds you.

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Alright Take 2 Issac x Stiles Angst “1. Is this some sick joke” “You promised you’d come back” 🥺 I’m ready to cry

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Stiles’ POV

It’s all gone to hell, it feels like one thing after another at this point. Here I am, cleaning up Derek’s apartment with everyone else gone. I can’t honestly blame old sour wolf. If I didn’t have ties here I would run too. This town, it’s going to be the death of anyone who stays. 

After everything the pack has been through, it seems the smartest ones leave. Though they’re also the luckiest ones, having no ties here. One after another the strong and loyal people are dying though. Erica, Boyd, Allison, Aiden. Why have I stayed again? 

Ah that’s right, Scott, dad, Lydia. All those people I’d gladly put my life on the line for, even though they never listen to me. It’s not like I know what I’m talking about right? No, why listen to Stiles when we can just go charge in head first. No one wants to listen to the human. 

“Stiles? What are you doing here?” I hear Isaac prod from the front door. When did he even get here? I have to admit though, staying away from Beacon did him some good. He’s gotten more muscle, he looks at ease. 

I let out a scoff “what do you mean what am I doing here Isaac?” I hiss in response. He’s the one who left. Why is he questioning me? 

He tilts his head at me before walking into the room fully. His eyes take in the packed boxes and empty walls. “Where’s Derek?” He prods, sounding genuinely worried. 

My eyes shoot to the floor as my throat catches a bit. “He-he, um, Derek left Isaac. He’s not coming back.” I choke out. He’s getting out of this forsaken town before it kills him. 

Isaac’s face turns to complete shock. “Is this some kind of sick joke? What do you mean he’s leaving? What about the pack?” He growls at me with fury coating his tone. 

My tongue shoots across my teeth before a dark chuckle comes from my throat. This boy has the audacity to come in here and question Derek when he left us first. “Why does it matter to you? You left. You’ve been gone for who knows how long. You don’t know the shit we’ve had to deal with without you during that time. It’s been hell!” I shout at him before tossing a nearby table to the floor. I guess some of that pent up aggression is ready to play. Then again not all of void has left. 

His eyes cast to the floor with a glimmer of shame. He crosses his arms over his chest and brings his gaze back to me. “I needed time stiles. My heart couldn’t take much more of this town. I’d lost too much here.” He all but chokes out to me. 

I laugh fully now. My hand toss up in the air, “Yeah? Guess what Issac we needed you! Derek needed you, Scott, Lydia, the pack. We need you and you left. Why? Oh what shit got tough? We were all attached to Allison. We were all attached to Erica and Boyd. Granted the last two were more with you and Derek than the rest of us. Even then Derek had to carry that on his chest by himself. Don’t come at me with pure bullshit. You promised you’d come back Isaac.” I retort with my heart on my shoulders. At this point I honestly couldn't care less about who sees my heart, my emotions. 

He looks taken aback by my outburst, finally letting it settle in. I clear my throat and attempt to bring my emotions in. I finally recognize a few tears ran down my face, causing my hands to clear up the evidence. Isaac truly looks like a lost puppy at the moment. 

I walked over to him and pull him into a hug. As much as he use to get on my nerves, I truly did miss him. “Look, shit happened and it’s in the past. We need you now more than ever. So if you’re here to stay, you’ll be welcomed with open arms. If you’re just gonna tuck tail and run when shit gets rough again though, it’s best you go back to wherever you were. It’ll stay between us that I saw you. Scott needs a pack that’ll back him up fully.” I smile to him with my hand on his shoulder. 

His look turns to one in deep thought for a second. His mouth turns to a small smile, “I’m here to stay Sherlock. For good this time.” He lowly states to me before pulling me in for another hug. “Stiles, I’m sorry I left. I just, I was weak.” He continues before looking around the building. “I’m not weak anymore.” He finishes in an almost whisper. 

I have no idea what he went through while he was gone, but it seems to have truly made him stronger. I smile at him before hold my hand out for him to shake. He grips it looking slightly confused at my antics. I chuckle “welcome back good pup, always nice to have a wolf in a scarf around.” I say with mischief lacing my tone before ducking a hand coming to slap my head. 

He playfully growls at me before shaking his head “it’s good to be back Robin.” He states with a look of happiness in his eyes. 

My hand flies to my heart at the nickname before I hold my other one out. “I am not Robin! Scott is so far from Batman what is wrong with you people! I think the werewolf thing is boggling your minds!” I scoff at him with a stern look in my features. My hands are planted on my hips and my head is drawn back. 

Isaac absolutely busts into laughter. It’s the kind that has him on his butt on the floor while he attempts to choke out words. “You know what, you’re absolutely right. Less Robin and more like pack mom!” He barely gets out before he’s in tears laughing at me. 

I fully take in my stance before shaking my head with a smile on my face. “Alright alright, I’ll take that. As your pack mother I demand you help me pack this stuff up. It’s getting a bit depressing honestly.” I half joke to him before helping him back to his feet. 

His mood immediately sobers at the thought before he somberly nodded his head. “Yeah, I’ll help you. It sucks he’s gone man. I was really hoping to see him again.” He mumbled into the room. 

We take in the room one more time. Boxes are packed everywhere, the furniture is covered with sheets, and it’s quiet. I don’t know what we’re going to do without Derek. The old sourwolf has truly grown on me. Half of me hopes he changes his mind, comes back home. I hope something, anything, brings him back. I have so many unsaid things that feel like weights on my heart. It hurts, but it wasn’t our time. 

It’s probably stupid to even think that way. There’s no way Derek would go for me. Right? The cracks in his heart, they remind me of my own. I get it, he’s not looking for a connection with just anyone. What’s the point of the one if you find them at the wrong time, in the wrong life? 

A hand gently grabs my shoulder “Hey man, you good?” Isaac breaks my train of thought. 

I clear my throat and rub my face. “Yeah I’m good. Let’s get this over with.” I mumble in response to his worry. Who am I to ruin the happiness Der could find away from here. At my statement both Isaac and I get busy packing up Derek’s house. Things are about to get bad, I can feel it. Hopefully with Isaac here we can have someone with as much experience as Scott to back us up. 

“We are all wondering the earth, alone, longing to be longed for.” - William C. Hannan

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I can do this. We can do this. - Poe Dameron (One Shot)

Words: 1,072

Warnings - None

A/N - Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written and published anything here. Had a lot going on in my life and not much time or motivation to write.  Anyway got this idea after finding out Oscar Issac’s wife has had another boy, and as always please do leave feedback if you enjoy this. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Poe he belongs to Disney and Lucasfilms Ltd. I own myself, my ideas and the Dameron children. 

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It was a beautiful and sunny day over the jungle moon of Yavin IV, where I lived with my husband Poe, his father Kes, our three-year-old son Kes Jr and our two droids BB-8 and D-O.

I was currently heavily pregnant with another child and was on my way to take some lunch to Poe, who was out working the fields on our ranch

Though the walk there was slow due to my rather large bump, it was all worth it when I reached him

"Hey, I bought you some lunch. I figured you could use some after all of your hard work this morning." I smiled

"Thank you really are the best wife a guy could he ask for" He grinned kissing me on the cheek.

I was about to remark that he was welcome, but it was at that moment that I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my abdomen, and a warm liquid soak my underwear

Oh no.

No. Not now. It was too soon. I wasn't due for two more weeks.

I looked at Poe with pained and frightened eyes.

Seeing this immediately he became shocked and somewhat panicked.

I had the same look on my face as when I'd gone into labour with Kes...

"It's the baby isn't it?" He asked

I nodded

"It's coming Poe, I can feel it."

Without another moment's hesitation, he then scooped me up in his arms and put me into the land speeder parked nearby.

I tried to stay calm as he buckled me in but deep down inside, I was terrified.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that our little one was going to be here before we knew it.

I shut my eyes and tried to do some of the breathing exercises I'd been taught in classes at the hospital on Naboo.

They were to no avail because I couldn't take it anymore.

I had to get this baby out of me and out of me now.

We were almost back at the house we lived in together when I yelled at Poe to stop.

He stopped the speeder right where the force tree was.

The tree that had been given to Poe's parents Kes and Sarah, by the legendary Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker and then planted by them on Yavin IV when they settled down after the war against the Empire.

"I have to have this baby now Poe, I can't wait any longer," I told him

"Ok, ok this isn't exactly ideal but babies come when babies want to come right?"

I could tell whilst he too was trying to be calm on the surface, but he was just as scared as I was.

He lifted me out of the speeder and laid me down under the force tree. Helping me to sit up against it.

Now beneath the force tree, I adjusted myself the best I could and Poe settled himself in front of me between my legs

He ran a hand through his raven curls and exhaled

"Now like I said this isn't exactly ideal but we're going to get through this. I can do this. We can do this." He said trying to reassure himself as well as me.

"I know you can my handsome flyboy," I reassured him in return. “I love you and I trust you completely” 

After all, we had been through a lot together and there had been times when Poe had saved my life.

Hearing this bought him comfort, but no sooner had I had said, this than another contraction hit and I let out a pained cry. 

No doubt the first of many that were to come. 

Hearing this, Poe went into a focused mode. 

"When you get your next contraction I want you to push as long as you can ok?” He instructed.

Again, I nodded. Wanting to see this through as much as he did. So when I got another contraction, I did just that.

I pushed. I pushed. Eyes closed. Teeth gritted.

Giving birth to Kes hadn’t been easy, but at least I’d had pain relief from the medical droids. This time I had none of that. 

No sterile hospital, no medical droids, no pain relief, no Poe to hold my hand and soothe and encourage me through it.

Well, I had Poe, only this time he was the one delivering our child. This time I was underneath a tree on a jungle moon in the outer rim of the galaxy, with no medical droids, no pain relief.

Of course, one push wasn’t going to bring our child into the galaxy, and so I pushed and pushed, encouraged on by Poe 

“Come on babe, you’re doing so well sweetheart you can do this. Keep pushing for me.” 

I pushed again and again, focusing on my memories of my life so far with Poe. 

Meeting him, getting to know him, our first date, our first kiss, our first night in a bed together, almost losing him to the first order, him asking me to marry him, marrying in the great temple in front of our friends and family, becoming one, having Kes, it’d all lead up to this moment.

Then...

After what seemed like a lifetime, two things pulled me back into reality 

A child’s cry and Poe’s voice.

“It’s a boy. We have another son Emma.” He told me. His voice portraying the happiness he felt.

Relief and joy washed over me like a tidal wave.

Another boy. Between our marriage, Kes and a peaceful galaxy our life felt complete. 

The Damerons. 

Taking off the scarf that he’d been wearing to keep the sun off his neck he wrapped it around the baby before handing him to me

But nothing could have prepared me for this, a beautiful baby boy with dark hair and eyes and a face I fell instantly in love with.

“Poe. Oh, Poe, he’s wonderful.” 

“You did it, baby.”

“No Poe we did it,” I remarked looking at the newborn in my arms and then at my husband.

“Yeah, we did it. But I think this bundle of joy needs a name” He said joining myside and putting an arm around me. 

I knew he was right, and we had discussed baby names a few weeks previously. After thinking for a moment I picked one.

“How about Ace? Ace Wes Dameron?” I suggested 

“I like it. Our new son. Ace Wes Dameron.” 

~The end~ 

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Aiden Steiner*The Bet

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 A/N: this is for @tailsbeth-writes teen wolf writing challenge. Also this is probably one of the longer x Readers I’ve done.

 “Do I have to go?”

“Why’d you even sign up for track?” I ask Stiles with a sigh as I tie my hair up.

“Coach said all Lacrosse players had to. No exceptions.” Scott sent Stiles a pointed look.

Stiles sighed as we walked to where the rest of the runners waited. “Yeah well, it's not fair.” He crossed his arms. “You’ve got werewolf powers and you…” He turned to me. I waited with a raised eyebrow “You are a weirdo. Who likes running?” He threw his hands up.

“Can we run ahead and leave him?”

Scott sighed. “No fighting. I cant be bothered stitching Stiles up after the fight.”

“Who said I’d lose?!” Stiles complained. “Scott?!”

“Here comes dumb and dumber” I warn Scott.

Looking over his shoulder he see’s the twins walking near us. Ethan walks ahead while Aiden comes over. “Looking good (Y/N).”

“What?” I really don’t want to deal with him. Sure he’s hot but he’s the enemy. He’s also incredibly annoying.

“Cant I just pay a pretty girl a compliment.” I give him an ‘oh really’ look and cross my arms. “Fine. I've got a bet for you. If me and Ethan-“

“Ethan and I.” I correct him.

He smirks “Ethan and I, beat you and your pack across the finish line, you need to go on a date with me.”

“Hmm let me think…” I fake think, pursing my lips. “Bite me.” I give him the fakest smile possible.

“Can I?” He steps closer causing Scott to growl at him. “Cmon, why not? Scared your gonna lose?”

“Fine.” Stiles tries to interject but I cover his mouth. “But when we beat you, you need to do what I say for a week, plus leave me alone.”

“1 day,” he counters “And I won't bother you for a month”

“4 days and 3 months.”

“2 days and 2 months.”

“Deal,” I smirk. Scott better run fast. Something wet touches my hand. “EW! Stiles!” I yelp, moving my hand away as quick as possible. Stiles smirks as I wipe my hand on a tree.

Aiden chuckles and walks away. “Why?” Was all Scott said.

“Cmon, you’re a werewolf too. Plus we know all the shortcuts.” Scott nods. “I'm going to go tell Issac. And you better run. Fast.” I tell Scott as I walk away.

 When I see Isaac I notice the twins on either side of him as he ties his lace. “Move,” I tell the twins as I stand behind scarf boy. They share a look before complying. I bent down next to Issac and tell him “You better beat them. My bet depends on it.”

“What bet?”

“You don’t wanna find out.” The whistle blows and the twins sprint off. I yank Isaac up and begin dead sprinting. “Use your werewolf speed dumbass.”

  Isaac, Scott and the twins are soon so far ahead I cant see them. Seeing Stiles a little behind me I reduce my speed. “The bet?” He asks.

“I'm not dumb, how am I meant to beat an alpha?”

“True.”

We keep running but only for a minute before we see the body. “Oh my god,” I mutter, my hand going up to cover my mouth. “That was no wolf.”

Scott and Isaac soon joined us. I didn’t really pay attention to them, or anything until the sheriff showed up. “He was a senior,” Scott told the coach.

“He wasn’t on the team was he?”

“Are you being serious? Is that all you care about you-“ My anger is muffled by Stiles putting his hand over my mouth. I glare at him and he slowly removes his hand.

As we begin the walk back to school Isaac starts accusing the twins. “I hate to break it to you Isaac but what werewolf, alpha’s as well, use human tools? They have claws.” I jump to Stiles defence. He’s right, he normally is.

“Or maybe they don’t want to be caught.” He suggested, “Don’t you think it’s a bit of a coincidence that once they show up people start dying?”

“I cant deal with your bickering.” I wave them off and walk ahead. I know neither Isaac or Stiles will back down.

I hear someone running to catch up “Hey, you ok?” I don’t need to turn to know its Aiden.

“We just found a dead guy. What do you think?”

He looked down for a moment “It wasn’t us.”

“I know.”

Aiden seemed confused “You do?”

“Yup. Their human tools, you have claws. Theirs so many easier, cleaner ways for a werewolf to kill.”

We walk in silence apart from the sound of my phone buzzing as Stiles no doubt texts me non stop about why Aiden is with me. “So, about the bet?” Aiden starts “I think I won since we did get further.”

“But you didn’t win. No one wins, the bets null and void.”

He sighs “That’s not fair.”

“Lifes not fair.”

“How about a new bet?” I nod, motioning for him to continue. He stops and stands in front of me, making me stop too. “I take you on a date,” I cross my arms “And if you don’t like it then I’ll leave you alone forever.”

“And do what I say for a week?” he hums a yes. “Ok,” I say slowly “But what are you getting out of it?”

“If you do enjoy it, which you will, and I win you have to kiss me.” He grins while I frown. I've never actually had my first kiss. I don’t want it to be because of a bet. “So what do you say? Too scared you’re gonna like it?”

“You’re on.”

  “You agreed to what!?” Stiles yelled as I paced in his room. He and Scott sat on his bed while I burned holes in the carpet.

“Wait, its fine. You don’t like him so you won't enjoy it.” Scott pointed out.

I nodded along. “Yeah, plus I could lie.”

“He’d hear it. But you don’t like Aiden. Do you?” Stiles pressed.

“You’re right.” I flung myself onto his desk chair. “It’ll be fine.”

  I figured I wouldn’t enjoy it so there was no point in dressing up. I stood in front of my mirror wearing skinny jeans, top, and flannel. Just normal clothes. I did throw on a little extra makeup and jewellery but only because I want to, not for Aiden.

The doorbell rings “(Y/N)! Get the door!” my annoying brother/sister yells.

“Whatever!” I reply. I yank open the door to come face to face with Aiden.

“ready to go?” He smiles. Smiles, not grin or smirk. Weird.

“Sure” I step outside and take in his appearance. He’s wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and black button up. I keep it to myself but he actually looks good. Damn wolf.

“You look beautiful.” I snap my head to face him.

normally its hot or good looking or something like that. “I'm wearing jeans and a flannel?” I say confused.

“You still look great.” We get to the street and I see his bike. He hands me a helmet and starts to put his own on. “Have you ever ridden?” I shake my head and stare at the bike. It looks cool but its kinda scary. “Scared?” he teased.

“Never.” I place the helmet on and try to get the stupid strap.

“Let me.” He reaches up and clips it on, his hands staying there for a moment before dropping “There. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

We climb on the bike and I ask “Where do I put my hands?”

He looks over his shoulder and I see the grin on his face “On me.” I make an annoyed face. He sighs “Either hold onto my shoulders or out your arms around my waist.” I place my hands on his shoulders. “Ready?” I nod.

He starts the bike and I jerk forward at the start causing me to grab on tighter. As he gets a bit faster I move my hands to put my arms around his waist and hold onto him. “Faster!” I laugh as I get used to the feeling.

He goes faster and I grin as though I'm on a roller coaster. Eventually, though we stop and I climb off, fiddling with the helmet to get it off. As it comes off I only have to glance to realise “My hairs a mess.”

“It's …adorable.” He ruffles it and I swat his hand away.

I turn away and look to see where we are. “Bowling?”

“Yeah, Ethan suggested it. Its where he and Danny went so, figured I’d try.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ethan has taste. I love bowling.”

“Really?” His face lights up slightly and I just nod.

 The night was actually fun. Turns out Aiden had only played once before so I had to show him how to do it without the barriers up. After a couple goes he got the hang of it and got good. I still won though.

As finish the game and walk away it dawns on me that I'm having fun. I was so swept up in bowling I forgot about the bet. “Want to go get something to eat?” Aiden snaps me from my thoughts.

“Nah, I feel kinda sicky.” I make up an excuse.

His face falls but he nods. “You alright to go on the bike then?”

“Probably. I'm just gonna run to the restroom first.” I almost sprint away from him and into the restroom.

 I stand in front of the mirror and run my hands over my face. “Damn it” I mutter softly.  I look into the mirror and try to brace myself. Be calm, he can hear your heartbeat.

I splash a little water on my face and tell myself “Pull yourself together!” before walking out to meet Aiden.

“Ready?”

“Yup.”

  The bike pulls up to my house and I got off and took the helmet off. Aiden copied me and stood beside me and I hand him the helmet. “So…what’d you think? Who won?”

“I think-“ I started off slowly but was cut off by my brother/sister.

“Where have you been? I've had to lie to mum and dad all night.” They storm towards us. They look at Aiden “Oh you owe me.”

“I've got to go.”

He goes to say something but I'm already halfway to my house. He gets on his bike and I hear him drive away.

“Did you at least enjoy it?” My brother/sister asked.

“I wasn’t supposed to.”

  The next day at school I avoid him like the plague. I know if he asks it'll be game over. So far I've made it to lunch which I’m spending sitting with Stiles and Scott at a picnic table outside.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today.” Scott snaps me from my daze.

Stiles joined in “Yeah, normally you’ve insulted me at least twice by now.”  

“You’re hairs a mess, you’re jeeps a junker and Lydia is way out of your league. Better?”

“Ouch,” Stiles complained. “Too personal. Wait, is this about last night?”

“Uh!” I groan, laying my head on the table. “Can we not talk about it.”

“Um (Y/N)?” I lift my head up to face Scott “You might want to tell him that.” I look over my shoulder to see Aiden walking over.

“Damn it.” I sigh.

Aiden smirks as he approaches and takes a seat next to me. “Ladies, (Y/N). How are we?”

“Better before you were here.” Trust Stiles with the sass.

“(Y/N), can I talk to you? Alone?”

I inwardly sigh but know I cant avoid it. “Sure.” Aiden gets up and I follow him.

 He leads me to the side of the school where theirs no one but us. “So, who won?” Aiden asked

“Me.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “Then why did your heart skip a beat?”

“Because I'm alone with a psychopathic alpha who has tried to kill my friends before.”

This seemed to make him angry “Would it be so bad for you to admit you had fun? I'm not asking you to like me. You were smiling last night. You only got weird at the end.”

I looked at the ground “Is it weird that I actually had fun?”

“No, that was the point.”

Sighing, I look up. “Fine, you win. I had fun. That doesn’t mean I like you though nor that I’ll go out with you.”

Turning to walk away my stomach falls when he says “So what about my prize?”

“Huh?”

“My prize.” He walked in front of me. “If you won I would have left you alone and you’d tell me what to do for a week. If I won, which I did, you had to…”

“Kiss you.” I breathed out. I bit my lip, looked down, and closed my eyes for a moment. “Fine.”

“I'm not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.”

I glare “Stop trying to be the better person and get it over with.”

Aiden reached his hand up to cup my jaw as his other went to my waist. I looked into his eyes before his head dipped down. His lips were softer than I thought and the kiss was bliss.

My arms snaked around his neck as he pulled me in closer. I had never done this before and it's actually kind of amazing. He pulled back and I almost followed.

I drop my arms and he steps back. “So, was it any good?” I had to ask. I’d never done it before and I guess next time I’ll be prepared.

“Of course it was. Guys must tell you that all the time.” I shook my head. Something dawned on him “Please don’t tell me that was your first kiss?” I hesitated but nodded. “Oh god.” He put his heads in his hands and leaned against the wall. I wasn’t that bad was I? “Did I seriously make you have your first kiss because of some stupid bet?”

“I mean, I kinda enjoyed it,” I mumbled.

“What?” Damn wolf hearing.

“I liked it. I wouldn’t be mad if it happened again some time.”

He grinned “Like a date?”

“Maybe,” I smirked, before walking away.

“Pick you up Saturday at 8?” he called after me.

 As I sat back at the table Aiden walked out from the side of the school. “What happened? Scott wouldn't tell me.”

“You were listening?” Scott nodded. “None of your business Stilinksi.”

As Aiden walked past he sent me a wink. “Oh God, no” Stiles muttered “Your dating an alpha.”

[sophia1644]

Scarf Boy

Pairing: Isaac x Reader (Platonic, Best Friends)

Warnings: slight swearing, nothing else just really cute fluff and friendship goals

Summary: Y/N’s best friend, Isaac, returns from Paris, to live with her and her family. The only issue is that she’s a Stilinski, and Stiles takes any moment that he can to show his distaste for Isaac. (Isaac and Y/N have a pizza and Netflix night)

A/N: Thx for requesting this!!! Reminder that my requests are always open :) and I write them asap, so feel free to request whatever with whatever character (even platonic imagines!) Ok, hope you guys like this one :)

SCARF BOY

I scroll through my Instagram feed on my phone, bored out of my mind, waiting for Isaac to finally get here. I double tap a meme, smiling lightly and sending it to the Pack’s group chat.

“Hey, Y/N,” my dad calls, commanding my attention. I look up at him, clad in his sheriff uniform. “I’m not going to be home for dinner, so I left you and Stiles 20 dollars on the kitchen counter.” I grin, nodding my head.

“Stay safe,” I say, right before he’s about to shut the door.

“Always,” he replies while popping his head out from behind the door frame, blowing me a kiss that I return. “No parties,” he jokes.

“Don’t worry, we’ll only have like 100 people over,” I respond sarcastically. He laughs, closing the door, his car engine sounding and the vehicle soon driving off.

I sigh, going back to my phone and opening twitter to see the newest internet drama.

After a while, I hear the doorbell ring, a smile forcing its way onto my lips. I push off of the couch, throwing the blanket aside and running across the wooden floor. I immediately regret all decisions in life as I slide not-too-graciously across the living room because of my socks.

I shuffle around, trying to gain my balance, but fail miserably. I end up colliding with a wall, muttering incoherent profanities, and making a mental note to never run in socks ever again. “Y/N, do you always have to be so damn clumsy?” I groan.

I can hear the faint chuckle outside, coming from Isaac as he probably heard the whole situation because of his amplified hearing. “Lahey, don’t you dare laugh at me,” I warn, another chuckle ringing from outside.

I stand up, brushing off my sweatpants, and closing the distance between me and the front door. As soon as I can, I swing the door open, pulling my best friend into a hug.

The embrace obviously takes him by surprise as he stiffens when my arms encircle his waist, but soon he relaxes, his arms wrapping around my back.

We pull apart, his smile matching my own. “I missed you so much!” I squeal, taking in how his physical appearance had changed. He had let his facial hair grow out a bit, stubble all around his jaw. His curly locks were also longer, and messier, probably from traveling for so long.

“I missed you too, Clumsy,” he returns, messing with my hair and making me push his shoulder back half-heartedly.

“Stop that,” I mumble, trying to fix the now unruly strands. I back into the living room, opening the door wider for Isaac to come in, lugging his suitcase close behind.

He closes the door, taking in his surroundings. “Hasn’t changed one bit,” he laughs.

“I guess us Stilinskis aren’t too great with home decor,” I joke, realizing that the furniture has literally not changed since I was born. “So how was the flight?” I query.

“Long,” Isaac huffs, plopping onto the couch. “Do you know how long it takes to get here from Paris? Plus, I was sat between a crying baby and a mid-forties guy who has literally the loudest snore in the world,” he recalls. “And there was this kid, oh my god, he would not stop staring at me. I don’t even know why.”

“Even the children can’t get enough of your dashing good looks,” I tease, making him squint his eyes at me.

“Ha ha,” Isaac says while scrunching up his nose. “So, what’ve you been up to since I’ve been gone?”

“Nothing really,” I reply truthfully. My life wasn’t quite as interesting as his or even my brother’s. I wasn’t allowed in on all the missions and such because everyone thought it was ‘too dangerous’ for me, which always made me laugh because my brother was allowed. For goodness sakes, he thought a baseball bat was going to protect him from the supernatural.

“How’s the Pack?” Issac asks, blatant curiosity taking over his features. I shrug, sitting down on the couch next to him and pulling my blanket back over my body.

“Happy that you’re back,” I say while smiling. I mean, except for my brother, but I couldn’t tell him that part.

His brows furrow, probably hearing that tiny extra heart beat when I said those words. “Even Stiles?” He questions.

“Well-”

“I heard my name being called,” my brother shouts, descending the stairs to the living room. Stiles’s eyes narrow once they spot my best friend. “Oh god, please, tell me that’s not scarf boy.”

“Hello to you too, Stiles,” Isaac says, brushing his harsh glare aside.

“Lahey,” Stiles grumbles, walking towards the couch that both of us were sitting on. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I thought Y/N already told you that I’m bac-”

“No, I know that part, which I’m really not too pleased about for your information, but why are you here?” He asks, his hands gesturing around to the house.

“Dad said he could stay with us,” I jump in, Isaac and I sharing a smile with each other.

“Oh, no he didn’t,” Stiles mutters. “No scarf boy will be living under my roof.”

“First off, this isn’t your roof, it’s dad’s. Second, Isaac isn’t wearing a scarf, so there won’t be a scarf boy living here,” I correct.

“Once a scarf boy, always a scarf boy,” Stiles mumbles, letting out an exasperated sigh before walking out of the room, down the hallway.

“I still can’t believe he despises me so much,” Isaac says with disbelief. “I mean, we’ve known each other our whole lives. Like I’ve been friends with you since second grade. How does he still have this undying hatred for me?”

“I have no idea,” I answer, playing with the two strings at the front of my grey sweats. “But, on a happier note, I bet you’re hungry.”

Isaac rubs his stomach, a growl coming from it at my statement. “Starving.”

“Well, while you unpack, I’ll order pizza and start up a show for us to binge-watch on Netflix,” I proclaim. “For old time’s sake.” I bend forward, grabbing my phone from the coffee table and dialing Domino’s phone number by heart. To say the least, Isaac and I ate pizza a little too much.

“Music to my ears,” he responds. “It would be an atrocity to not jump right back into our cycle of weekly cheesy goodness.”

“I’m so happy to have the one person who truly understands me back,” I say, half jokingly and half seriously. I quickly recite our usual order to the Domino’s employee, along with what Stiles normally got, thanking them, then hanging up.

Isaac just grins at me, standing up from the couch and dragging his luggage behind him. “Guest room, I’m assuming,” he says.

“Yep, hope you remember how to get there.”

“Y/N, this was the home I grew up in,” he states. “I was here more than at my own, because- well you know.” A saddening expression crawls onto his face, bad memories surely fighting their way back into his head.

“Hey,” I whisper, latching onto his arm, his blue eyes finding mine. “My dad even said once that you’re like a son of his. This is your home.”

The grim look on his face disappears, a charming smile and bright eyes taking its place. “Well, I do love you like a sister.”

“Love you too, bro,” I reply, my heart warming at the thought. It was true; he was like another brother to me. Stiles and him even bickered like siblings and the unwavering love in my heart for him, was just like the love I held for my family.

“Hey!” Stiles screams, ruining the heartfelt moment between me and Isaac. “You never tell me that! And I’m your real brother!”

I laugh before yelling down the hallway back to Stiles. “I love you too! By the way, I’m buying pizza with money dad left for us!”

“Sounds good,” he calls back.

I slap Isaac on the butt playfully, urging him to hurry up the stairs. “Go unpack already.”

“Y/N I don’t think siblings are allowed to touch one another like that,” he laughs.

“Well, luckily you’re not actually.”

“Thankfully,” he jokes. “Because then I’d be related to Stiles.”

Stiles walks into the room, his mouth agape, and sporting an offended expression on his face. “Excuse me, Lahey. You’d be honored to be related to me.”

“You’re funny,” Isaac mutters, running up the steps to go get settled into his new life.

“That kid has some nerve moving into my house and being disrespectful towards me,” Stiles rants, grimacing at Isaac’s retreating form with his arms crossed across his torso.

I slap his arm, him reacting by taking a few steps away from me. “Be nice,” I threaten. “He’s family.”

“Well, I’m family too,” Stiles retorts, stomping away from me and into the kitchen.

An amused smirk forms on my lips, wondering how my older brother still acted like an actual 5 year old. I situate myself back on the couch, remote in hand, scrolling through all the tv shows Isaac and I had been forcing one another to not watch until we were together again. It was almost impossible to wait months for it, but somehow both of us pulled through.

I ended up choosing American Horror Story, because we’d been wanting to watch that one for the longest. It’s just we never got around to it, even when Isaac was still in Beacon Hills.

Knuckles sound against the door and I mentally scream, having to get up from my already comfortable position on the couch. I jog to the kitchen, grabbing the 20 dollar bill and opening the door. I greet the scrawny teenager with jet black hair, giving him the money and telling him to keep the change.

“Thanks pretty lady,” he flirts, a cringe-worthy pucker of his lips making my eyes widen.

I snatch the three cans of soda and pizza boxes away from him. “Okaythanksbye,” I rush out, slamming the door on him and trying my best not to throw up.

“Well, that guy was really smooth,” Isaac teases. He’s now in a different set of clothes, a pair of grey sweatpants matching my own and a plain black tee. His curly hair also looked a bit more put together compared to his previous hair that was sticking up in odd places.

“If smooth also means repulsive, then yes, that was very smooth.” Isaac grins, taking the boxes out of my hands and bringing them to the kitchen, the impatience to eat, clear in his action.

I open the cardboard boxes, trying to refrain from moaning at the most amazing smell the world has to offer. Isaac digs right in, not even caring that it was hot. “Fuck,” he groans. “I definitely missed pizza.”

“Didn’t they have pizza in Paris?” I query, grabbing my own slice and taking a bite, the cheese forcing me to reanalyze my life goals. 'Perhaps, I should work at a pizza place,’ a voice inside me suggested.

“Oh, but nothing beats good ole American 'Za,” Isaac determines, already done with his first slice.

“I highly doubt that,” I state, pushing back the hairs that were falling in my face.

“Believe what you want to, but that doesn’t mean it’s right,” he counters, devouring another slice.

“Let’s take this party in front of the tv,” I nudge, balancing the box in one hand and my slice in the other. Isaac takes our drinks, following my lead.

I put the box down and fall back, sinking into the comfort of the couch. I lean into Isaac, my head laying on his shoulder. This was a normal occurrence that some people felt was weird, but was completely non-romantic to us. We were just cozy like this; there wasn’t another reason for it.

“Good choice,” Isaac compliments, clicking on the first episode, the creepy theme song starting. I snuggle deeper into him, his body heat warming me up. He claps his hands together, brushing off the crumbs, then wrapping his arm around me, moving his legs to rest on the coffee table.

Stiles groans in the background. “Get a room.” I roll my eyes at his nonsense, because he and everyone else knew that neither Isaac nor I felt that way for each other. That spark a person was supposed to feel for someone they like, just wasn’t there, and neither of us cared.

“I’m happy you’re back for good,” I whisper looking up at those blue eyes, a color I only had positive feelings towards.

“Me too.”

[nemesisbinxartifactseries]

Artifact Series I

Ian Curtis's Vox Phantom Special VI Guitar

Ian Fleming's Pistol

Ib Amulet

Ibn al-Baytar's Pendent

Ibn Battuta's Besom

Ibn Muljam's Belt

Ibn Sirin's Hamsa Necklace

Icarus' Chains

Ice Age Fossils

Ice Flower *

Ida Lewis’ Boat

Idina Mendzel's Broomstick

ID Sniper Rifle

Ignacy Lukasiewicz's Hand Drill

Ignatius of Loyola's Dagger

Ignaty Gryniewietsky's Tattoo Box *

Ignaz Semmelweis' Sink

Ignaz Venetz's Ice-Pick

Igor Sikorsky's Helicopter

Illmarinen's Forge

Ilse Koch's Whip *

Immanuel Kant's Pocket Watch

Immobuilus Sundial

Immovable Reebok Tennis Shoe

Imro Fox's Wand

Ina Coolbrith's Garland of Poppies

Inari's Jewel

Incendiary Pedal Fire Engine *

Indiana Jones' Fedora

Indiana Jones' Whip

Indian Larry’s Toolbox

Infirmary Pin

Ingvar Kamprad's Allen Wrench

Innocuous Daisy

Inquisition Torture Saw *

Insanity-Inducing Elevator

Inscription on the Main Entrance of The Globe Theater

Insecurity-Serving Serving Platter *

Instant Dancer Shoe Lasts *

Instantaneous Meat Mincer

Inuit Water Pouch

Invincibility Raincoat *

iPod

Ira Aten’s Dynamite

Irena Sendlerowa's Dreidel

Irene Frederic's Pearl Necklace

Irene Morgan's Arrest Warrant

Irina Margareta Nistor’s VCR

Iris Chang's Pen

Irish Brand Sound Plate

Irmin Roberts' Camera Lens

Iron

Iron Bars from the UpStairs Lounge

Iron Jacket’s Mail Armor

Iron Maiden from Nuremberg

Irrational Abacus

Irwin Allen’s View Master

Isaac Asimov's Glasses

Issac Babbitt's Smelting Cast

Isaac Newton's Apple

Issac Newton's Cravat *

Isaac Newton's Prism

Issac Parker's Noose *

Issac Watts' Bible

Isaac Woodard’s Uniform

Isabel Lyon’s Whist Marker

Isabelle Eberhardt’s Burnous

Isadora Duncan's Scarf

Isambard Kingdom Brunel's Cigar Box

Ishikawa Goemon's Kunais

Ishikawa Goemon's Tanto

Ishinosuke Uwano’s Passport

Isidore the Laborer’s Plough

Ismail al-Jazari's Spare Part

Israel Bissell's Saddle

Israel Regardie's Censer

Issue Fifteen of Amazing Fantasy

Issue One of Action Comics

Issue One of Batman

Issue One of The Fantastic Four

Issue One of The X-men

Issue Twenty-Seven of Detective Comics

Italian Laughter Bell *

Itch-Inducing Toaster

It’s A Wonderful Life Newel Post

Its Floating Balloons

Ittan-momen

Ivan Pavlov's Bell *

Ivan Pavlov's Laughter Bell

Ivan Milat's Backpack

Ivan the Terrible's Gold Rosary

Ivar the Boneless’ Raven Flag

Ivar Kreuger’s Matchbook

Iwao Takamoto's Original Animation Cel of "Scooby Doo"

Ixtab's Noose

Izanagi’s Comb

Izzy Einstein and Moe Smith's Police Badges

Izzy Einstein's Police Badge

[animemilkbags]

Stiles: yeah , we’re best friends but I’d fuck You if you’d ask.

Derek: what?

Stiles: what?

Issac putting on his scarf in the back: he said he’d fuck you if you’d ask