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Rodrick Heffley x goth!reader

Requested by @pipisbeloved

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A/N: Thanks for the request! This was meant to be headcanons but my hand slipped and I got carried away - but how could I not? Look at him - he’s so cute!

Anyway so this is for my goth babes 🖤🦇

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He didn’t notice much the first time he saw her – the beginning of their final year of school had just started, and as far as he was concerned, she looked perfectly… nice. Sure, her clothes were dark and the eyeliner was a tad bolder than school hall monitors picking out imperfections would prefer; but he just figured the new girl simply wasn’t the preppy type.

Boy was he wrong.

Description: Pirates were notorious for kidnappings but you never thought it would happen to you

AN: There could be a part two if people want it

Based on a request by @disney-girl67

It was meant to be just a normal day, hanging out with friends, relaxing away from work and just having a good time but as soon as you saw that stupid ship approaching you knew that the day was not going to go how you had planned it.

The pirates in the area were notorious for kidnapping and there had been a rise in people going missing that everyone had presumed were them. Now you found yourself becoming one of those people, you had lost your friends running away from the beach and were now being chased by pirates who were hooting and hollering behind you.

You had no idea what would happen if they caught you so you were trying your best not to get caught, running through the trees and breathing heavily. You hated running, hated it with a passion so this was probably your worst nightmare.

Suddenly, a man with long hair jumped in front of you laughing loudly and showing his gold teeth, you gasped and turned to try and run away from him but were stopped by another pirate. You quickly realised that you were surrounded by the pirates who all sneered at you before simultaneously jumping forward and grabbing you.

You felt their hands wander all over your body before you were lifted from the ground, no matter how much you wiggled or moved around you couldn't get out of their grip and you soon found yourself being dropped onto the wood that was the pirate ship.

As you looked around all you could see were pirates, some were sneering, some were laughing and others were staring blankly. You continued to look around until you heard a voice shout, "everyone back to your posts."

Black boots entered your vision as the man who spoke walked closer to you, "Mr Smee," the voice asked, it was smooth and made chills run down your spine, "take the girl to my quarters."

You were then pulled to your feet and dragged down some stairs and thrown into a room by a fat man who stuttered his way through a sentence. And then you were left alone.

You took a moment to breathe before you began to wander around the room which you believed to be the Captain's quarters. Your wandering was put to a stop when the door swung open and in came the man who had spoken before, he was muttering to himself before he stood to his full height and looked at you.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, taking the red hat from his head and placing it on the desk. You nodded stiffly and answered, "You're captain hook."

"Good!" he stated, walking to sit down by the desk, "I've been watching you for a while now," Your eyes bulged in surprise at what the captain has said, "I saw you one day on the beach and knew that I had to have you." His voice sent more shivers down your spine, that wasn't normal, was it?

"What?" you asked, your voice shaking as you trembled, your mind swirling with thoughts, you couldn't deny that the captain was attractive in a unique way and being on his ship send shivers of excitement down your spine. That must not be normal?

Captain Hook smirked down at you as he walked closer, "I knew that I had to have you when I saw how beautiful you are, you're gonna stay here with me," you started to stutter slightly but quickly quietened when he continued to speak, "you're going to stay here with me forever and be my right-hand woman."

This was wrong.

Was the only thought that was spinning around your head.

A/N: Hey hey!! So I know this is way overdue but thank you so much for waiting. I hope you don't mind but I made (Y/N) and engineering student at University because I thought it would make it easier for her to explain technology to Fred since she'd probably then have more of an idea about how that stuff works (also I have no idea what the course entails so if I've made any mistakes on the subject please forgive me). Again, I'm so sorry it's taken this long but thank you so much for your patience @kpopgirlbtssvt Anyway please enjoy :) [[bonus points to anyone who picks up the quote I twisted from one of my favourite movies]]

Chapter 1

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(Y/N) was walking through London, looking a little lost. Scratch that - she was lost. She had only been in England for a day and decided to go exploring (what a great idea that was), only she didn't have a map and she had no internet or data on her phone to find out where she was, which resulted in having to ask for directions. However, it would be more helpful if she knew where exactly she wanted to go. She rounded the corner of a building and found herself colliding with a slim get surprisingly muscular body.

"Oh-crap-I'm-so-sorry-I-wasn't-looking-where-I-was-going--" Said the person, holding her shoulders to steady her.

--"No no, it's fine, I really should've been paying attention." She replied, looking up to the stranger. He had a head of messy ginger hair sticking out in every direction, freckles dotted over his nose and cheeks and decorated his face, but his best feature was by far his honey-brown eyes. (Y/N) just couldn’t help but stare at the intricate patterns around his pupils that looked so bright up close.

Up close?!

Only now did she realise the very little distance between them. Taking a step back to compose herself, (Y/N) straightened herself out and cleared her throat. She looked back up to him to see he was already staring at her – with wide, unblinking eyes, and shallow, barely noticeable breaths.

Oh god – she broke him.

“Um… are you okay?” she asked warily; she didn’t know what to do in this sort of situation (it's not like she had a British hand-book of awkward moments).

He seemed to snap out of whatever kind of trance he was in, “O-oh! Yeah yeah I’m fine. I’m okay – I’m fine… er… ar-are you… uh… are you okay?”

She smiled at his stuttering; it was actually quite cute. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little lost.”

There was a silence between them, as if neither one really wanted to leave but didn’t know what to say, people who passed by them gave rude or enstranged looks – but they simply ignored it.

The man fixed his posture and carefully put out his hand. “I’m – er – Fred Weasley, by the way.” He introduced with a shy smile.

‘What a strange name’, she thought. She took his hand in hers and returned the action, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/N),” he repeated, trying out how her name felt on his lips, “well, (Y/N), since your lost and all, do you – er – would you want me to help you with getting… um… un-lost?”

“Well,” she laughed, “I’m not really sure where I wanna go.”

“Perfect! Does that mean I get to show you around? I’m a great tour guide, y’know?” fred beamed at her answer, clearly seeing his opportunity.

“Really? Are you sure? I wouldn’t wanna bother you.”

“It’s no bother,” Fred insisted politely, “really, it’d be my pleasure.”

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Fred showed her around London a bit, obviously he didn’t show her everywhere – London is a pretty big city after all.

He took her to a nearby park after a couple of hours of touring around. It was a surprisingly nice day out – when (Y/N) was back home, she’d heard that England was always cold and rainy (which, according to Fred, wasn’t too far from the truth) – so they strolled around and got to know each other a little.

“So, where exactly are you from?” Fred questioned; it was pretty obvious from her accent that she wasn’t Brittish.

“(Y/S) [Your State], America.”

“Right,” he nodded, “yeah, I thought that but usually when I think someone’s American they end up being Canadian.”

“Well, people do sometimes end up being Canadian.” (Y/N) joked.

“So how come you’re in England?”

“Well, I’m starting a three-year engineering course at a University here. I could’ve stayed at home, but I wanted a change of scenery; do something new and out of my comfort zone, y’know?”

Fred nodded, “Oh cool, so I guess you’re gonna be stuck here for a while then.”

“I guess so.”

They roamed around for a little longer; the sky had turned a colourful mixture of vibrant orange and red, and the street lights had started to turn on.

“It’s getting a little late, should I – uh… walk you home?” Fred inquired, honestly though, he wouldn’t want her to walk home alone at night. Especially in mid-London; it just wouldn’t be safe for her.

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, okay. If we can find it that is.” She told him the address and followed him. She was a little surprised at how well he knew his way around; he explained that he likes to explore whenever he’s free.

They stopped at a tall building near a main road; the traffic wasn’t as bad as it was in the day, but Fred still took her hand and ran across with her.

Obviously, (Y/N) invited him inside – it might not really be a great idea to invite a stranger inside your apartment, but she felt they had gotten to know each other pretty well, besides, it was the least she could do for him after today. The walk up to her door was silent, but not uncomfortable. The elevator wasn’t working, so they had to climb five flights of stairs, and by the time they’d reached her apartment they had to stop for a moment to catch their breaths.

Unlocking her door, (Y/N) stepped aside and let Fred in. the door lead to a kitchen space with a small island table, to the left was a small living-room with a window looking out to the streets bellow, and to the right were three open doors: a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small storage closet. The rooms were quite plain: there were no blinds or drapes, the kitchen cupboards were empty, and the walls were bare. Different sizes of boxes were stacked up everywhere; lining the walls, taking up space and chairs – all labelled for different things.

(Y/N) closed the door and rushed to make some room and move some boxes. “Sorry about the mess,” she said, “I’ve just moved in today so I haven’t had a chance to put anything away yet.” She explained while lifting a large cardboard box labelled ‘Kitchen ‘ in black marker.

Fred laughed and shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No need to worry, my place isn’t much better and I’ve been living there for years.” (Y/N) giggled at his response – which was a wonderful sound, in Fred’s opinion.

She opened the box and pulled out two mismatched mugs, putting them on the table.” I don’t have a lot in right now, but I did pick up some coffee and stuff – oh, and some ‘real Brittish tea’, apparently it’s different to how it is in the U.S. You want anything?” she asked, filling up the kettle and opening a box labelled ‘Tetley’s’.

Fred took a seat at the island, staring intently at the kettle and the wires coming from it. “Oh… y-yeah. I’ll have some tea if you’re making it.”

(Y/N) nodded and put the bags of tea in the mugs as the kettle clicks, and filled the cups with boiling hot water. She of course added sugar after Fred told her how many, and the milk, then handed them over – taking a seat next to him.

It was quiet for a moment, before Fred spoke up. “So… um… h-how does the kettle work… exactly?” He wasn’t sure if he should know this or not (she, of couse, thinks he’s a muggle like her).

(Y/N) paused for a moment and looked towards the kettle. “Er… well, the plug in the wall transfers electricity through the wire, then that heats up some metal in the plate thing under the kettle. Then that heats up the water, and when it starts boiling the switch flicks up and it stops the electricity. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s how it works.” She looked back at Fred to see him staring at the kettle, a mixed look of fascination and confusion crossing his face – she laughed at it; he looked so adorable in his child-like wonder. “Don’t you have a kettle at home?”

Taking a big gulp of tea – probably downing about half of the cup – Fred turned back to her, racking his brain for a believable excuse. “Well—er—yeah but… y’see, um—my parents’ house is really old-fashioned and they don’t have electricity – it’s a family house y’see. And… when I moved out, I got an old place too – so I don’t really know how this stuff works.” It wasn’t a complete lie, he just left out all the magic and wizards and stuff. "We heat ours over the fireplace."

“Oh?” (Y/N) was honestly quite shocked by this: now-a-days everyone has all kinds of technology, and Fred didn’t even know about the modern kettle! “Well that’s… unusual. But in a good way! It’s actually kinda… refreshing, I guess.”

They finished their drinks, enjoying more small-talk in the mean time, discussing everything amd anything that came to mind.

Eventually, they noticed the time was getting on for eleven, and Fred put down his empty mug and sighed. “I really should, I’ve got work in the morning and my brother won’t be too pleased if I’m half-asleep the whole time.” He looked at (Y/N) with disappointment; he seemed reluctant to go, but stood up anyway.

(Y/N) nodded and took the cups over to the sink, then faced him again. “Yeah, yeah of course. I should probably get to bed too… if I can find which box it’s in, that is.” She laughed awkwardly.

“Well… I-I’d… uh… I’d like to see you again though… sometime. Maybe I can… y’know, show you some more of the city tomorrow? Say… er... five-ish?” He stuttered as he nervously fidgeted with his fingers.

Smiling, (Y/N) nodded her response a little too eagerly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Fred beamed at her and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Right, yeah – cool. O-okay. I’ll meet you here then.”

“Okay. I’ll see ya later then.”

“Yeah, o-okay. Um… bye…”

“Bye.”

Peter Pan (OUaT) x Reader

A/N: Hey! This is my first ouat request so I hope it's ok, let me know what you think :)

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(Y/N) was laid down on her bed in her private tent, the covers pulled up to her eyes and her arms wrapped protectively around her pillow. She'd had a late night - too late in her opinion. Pan had made her finish the extra chores she was given which delayed her an extra two hours; and to make it worse, by the time she actually got to bed, the rest of the lost boys kept making a ruckus. And to top it all off her brain refused to shut down, keeping her awake for another hour at least. So she's probably only been asleep for around four to five hours - and a girl needs her beauty sleep!

"(Y/N)!" A boy yelled from outside of her tent, "Y'have to get up now."

She only groaned in response, angrily pulling the covers higher over her head.

After a few more complaints from the boy, she realised that the next person to speak was Felix - Pan's second in command. "(Y/N)? Come on, get up we've got work to do." He said, peaking behind the material of the tent, seeing she clearly had no intentions of moving any time soon. "Get up." He repeated.

"No." Was his only answer, a little muffled from her blankets.

"What?"

"No." (Y/N) replied, a little louder this time so he was sure to hear.

The boys outside the tent were startled; Felix doesn't like being defied - ever.

The group went silent, not having the slightest clue of what to do. (Y/N) heard footsteps walking away and sighed in relief, thinking he was gone for good. She was, in fact, correct. Felix had left. However, he was about to be replaced by someone even more irritating.

Some more shuffles were heard; the lost boys had clearly scuttled off and away from the scene - not wanting to get into trouble in case they got in the way of someone's bad mood.

The sound of someone coming into the tent made (Y/N) curl even more into the bed, grasping the covers for dear life in hopes that they wouldn't be ripped away from her.

"(Y/N)," the voice began, "what are you doing?" He heard a low mumble from the bundle of blankets, and couldn't help the smirk that wanted to spread across his face. "Sorry love, I can't hear ya, you're gonna have to speak up."

Slowly, the blankets started to peel away, revealing the face of a very sulky girl. She squinted in the light and frowned, "I'm trying to sleep." She moaned, her voice was low and croaky making it clear she had just been woken up.

He tried to keep a serious face - he really did! But seeing the cocky, tough, overly-confident (Y/N) 'I eat cowards like you for breakfast' (Y/L/N), curled up in bed with a pout on her face practically begging for a few minutes more sleep - he couldn't stop smirking. "Is that so? But with all of the chores to do, and the training, and the games, how could you possibly have time for sleep?" He crossed his arms, daring her to challenge him.

She pouted even more (if it were even possible) and groaned. "Please?" She begged, looking up at him with big eyes. Oh no- she's bringing out the puppy eyes!

Pan sighed and uncrossed his arms, he had a real soft spot for this girl - not that he'd ever admit it of course. "Alright, you can have twenty minutes, but then I'm dragging you out of here." He said, keeping up his serious persona.

Twenty minutes? (Y/N) thought, that's not anywhere near enough! She pulled the covers out of the way if her face, trying to look as helpless as possible. "Wait."

Pan turned around just as he'd reached the exit, furrowing his brows in confusion. "Yeah?"

"C'mere." (Y/N) mumbled, stretching her arms towards him lazily.

"What?" He asked, half expecting this to be some kind of trap. Well… technically it was. He came closer, hesitantly but curious.

Without warning, (Y/N) grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bed next to her. His eyes went wide and his whole body froze, he honestly had no idea what was going on. (Y/N), on the other hand, was trying not to laugh at the look of pure terror on his face. "W-what're you doing?" He stuttered - yes, the Peter Pan just stuttered.

"Sleeping."

"But- er- why am I here?"

"B'cus you're comfy." (Y/N) laid her head on his shoulder, trying to get as comfy as possible and pulling the blankets over them.

"Oh." This was quite possibly the only time he's ever been speechless.

After a couple of minutes, when he'd finally relaxed, Peter hooked his arms around her and pulled her closer. Realising this, (Y/N) moved her head to his chest and tangled their legs, which he seemed to be okay with.

Looking down at her, he noticed the dark circles under her eyes and how her breathing was starting to slow and she had already fallen asleep; she must be exhausted.

Carefully, he brought a hand up to her hair and combed his fingers through it, completely mesmerised by how soft it was - even when it was still messy. (Y/N) hummed in content and moved closer, tucking her head into his neck. This time he smiled - not smirked - he genuinely smiled. She looked so calm when she was asleep, so different to how she normally would be. And he didn't dare stop playing with her hair, just incase she woke up. He never actually realised how much he liked her company until now; she should stay with him every night from now on.

It was safe to say (Y/N) got more than an extra twenty minutes sleep.

And so did Peter.

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The End