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obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts · 3 years

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Brothers as New Parents

Featuring Poly!Mc.

Guess who decided to finally finish this oneeeeee. I used my parents for inspiration for some of these. Sadly my getting knocked out by a carpet story didn't qualify 😔

Lucifer

Despite the name and the whole demon thing, Lucifer is actually a pretty decent father.

In the beginning though, he's really lost.

Like, the only baby he's ever raised is Satan and technically that doesn't count, so he's kinda confused here. Which really freaks him out.

Things get easier once the kid can finally walk, but don't expect Lucifer to really understand babies too much, or to like them either. They're way too noisy and dirty for him to actually enjoy.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t a good dad.

Sure, he's not amazing, no parent naturally is, but he isn't reckless with your child and genuinely makes attempts to keep them alive.

He just, kinda waits till the kid isn’t spitting up daily or wearing diapers to actually like their company

Before that it just feels like another job. Or like he’s watching his brothers.

He loves his child but, uh, he’s going to be the type of dad to forget which baby is his if we’re being honest.

Mammon

He's really good a keeping babies entertained. Like, really good.

(Who would have known babies also like shiny things that jingle?)

Also loves to spend money on them. Like, legit any baby left under his supervision will be dressed in absurdly priced outfits. It's a little frustrating to wash these clothes, especially considering how dirty kids can get.

But besides all the spoiling and the playing, Mammon is clueless.

Like what do babies do?? What do they need? Are they supposed to sleep for that long??

He regrets not reading the baby books Satan recommended.

He's extremely clumsy as a dad, but in like that way where only he gets hurt but your child never does.

(Despite being so young, you're pretty sure the kid laughs every time he face plants.)

Likes to watch TV with the baby. The kid's probably seen every action movie known to man (and demon) by this point.

Leviathan

Levi isn't good with pregnancy, but he is pretty decent with kids.

Something about his personality really draws them to him

(Which is a great examination as to why most children must have to be taught how to share. Leviathan is a bad influence)

He kinda only ever takes over the "fun" parts of being a dad. Not because he doesn't try though. He does, really, but he often finds himself at a loss when it comes to dealing with spit-up or diapers or the little quirks babies develop.

Levi's the third oldest. He didn't have to deal with that stuff. None of them really had to, as raising angels is kinda a community effort. Seeing as Lucifer wasn't exactly the maternal type, he'd spent his years with his brother watching over kids. Never being beside them.

I think he's especially freaked out if he has a daughter. Like, he doesn't know what to so for the most part with any child, but girls are even more foreign to him, seeing as he's only ever had brothers. Well, besides Lilith, but she's a different story.

It's not really bad, he's just new to everything, but you'll probably give Lucifer an earful for not at least giving more responsibilities with Satan.

Most definitely gives his kid toy weapons and costumes to play with. They can't even walk yet but he's got a chest with princess dresses and lightsabers ready to go.

Satan

Satan is pretty much the most normal dad you could ever ask for.

Yeah, a normal demon, spell-casting dad, but norm nevertheless.

He's always the one to offer to take over your shifts in the night (He will not sub for his brothers though. They can fuck right off).

Buys you your first mother's/father's/whatever you choose to call your parental title's day gift because everyone else most likely forgets amongst the stress of baby.

Most DEFINITELY tries to do that whole "all natural" baby thing, but probably realizes a few days in that breastmilk is not only hard to obtain in the Devildom, but most demons don't really give a samn about cruelty free items (Mass produced cotton included).

^Asmo and him did this together btw. But Asmodeus did it for clout whilst Satan did it for the baby's health.

He'll dress his kid up like him. The clothes are still ugly as sin.

Asmodeus

Your kid will be internet famous before they turn five months old.

Asmo does not understand the word "privacy" or the concept of "not plastering his child's life for everyone to see"

But, you must admit, he does dress your baby up in the most adorable ways.

She might just be the only person he puts above the two of you, both as individuals, and as a couple.

(^I don't think all the brother's would think this way. Some probably still internalize their angel backgrounds or have even formed their own opinions onto where a kid places in a relationship. I might get into it more if asked but I'm leaving this here for now)

He does everything with the kid, when he has them, and if the child is biologically his (which will be extremely apparent), that kid will be with him all the damn time.

He wants his baby to be beautiful like his parents, but most of all, he wants his baby to be happy.

Will most likely turn into the exact definition of "the cool mom" from mean girls but that's far off from now.

Until then, he'll just stroll around the mall, showing his baby all the sparkly things they'll eventually love.

Beelzebub

Beel would have been a pretty normal dad if not for his more older-brother mentality.

Like, the guy has never really been around kids. He's been around Belphegor. Which isn't a huge age gap but there's still that looming protective older-sibling trait there.

He kinda sees the kid, no matter who or where it comes from, as just another sibling.

After what happened with Lilith though, he's more prone to be more protective over girls. He doesn't even recognize he's doing it tbh.

(There's actually a lot of open wounds regarding Lilith that show up in his parenting skills, but they develop a lot later)

He always has to know where your kid is at, but he doesn't necessarily need to be with them.

Like, he's afraid of something horrible happening, but he trusts his brothers, and you, to be able to handle it. He just needs the constant reassurance.

Very insistent on keeping a feeding schedule through, and is known to freak out when they refuse to eat, or get an upset stomach, or something along the lines of the digestive process goes wrong.

Beel is probably the best at bath time. Man can make some awesome rubber duck voices, and the plotlines he thinks up are very interesting.

Belphegor

The one the most scared to have a baby is the one who loves to spend the most time with the baby.

Why? Because babies sleep most of the fucking day. This is a great bonding experience.

And for some reason, you suspect it's due to his powers, the kid will sleep through anything when the two of them are together.

The minute they sleep in their room, or in a cot next to your bed, they'll be waking up hourly for some reason or another.

And it's like, you can't have the baby sleep with Belphegor all the time because if the kid genuinely needs some attention, he needs to wake up and make it known.

But damn are you tired.

Like you some how think raising a child with seven partners is harder than one, because no one should feel this exhausted when they are allowed to take at least three naps a day.

Outside that conundrum, he's a very quiet dad. He'll just sit by the baby and play with them, usually via rattle, enjoying the cute little noises they make and the faces that grace their features.

He'll miss this when the baby starts crawling.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me asmodeus #obey me x reader #obey me luficer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me x mc

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sigmanutz · 2 years

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living with Marc in college would consist of ___

caveat: alcohol, implications of coitus, lewd jokes, Layla is mentioned (some of you don't like her), college!Marc, roommate debacles with Marc, this man oozes pheromones, nb!reader, bro and dude are used in a gender neutral sense

pairings: poly!roomies (nb!reader x Marc Spector x actually anyone), Marc x Layla, nb!reader x Marc

A/N: not beta'd, just had to get the idea out of my head before I do some physics homework.

sharing avocado toast on the last pieces of wheat for brunch before you run off to class -- aka dumb jokes about eating butt together

cold ones on a wednesday afternoon, 'its 5pm somewhere probably'

5am runs. he's a damn health nut, 'it's good for you, idiot.'

pet names that stick: tweedle-dee, loser, dingus

you're mainly the wing mate at the bars. college!Marc loves the older ladies and can talk game to everybody but them for some ungodly reason. luckily, they love your energy

he plays wingman, too. however, he has difficulty turning off the charm. 'maybe I've just got one of those faces,' he would chide. the night typically ends with three bodies in your bedroom.

the first time poly!roommates happen, you guys leave the girl in bed red in the face after some hard petting and run off to the bathroom for an impromptu meeting. staring into each other's eyes through the mirror, you both gear up for a long night.

'it's college -- we're hot, and we like having fun, right? she's an amazing kisser. where are the condoms??' Marc pants as he applies deodorant, grunting out a set of push-ups afterwards.

'yeah, dude, seriously, she's super cute. the love gloves are under the sink.' you respond, spritzing some scent from last christmas on your wrists. 'plus, life is short. why not just try to enjoy ourselves with friends?' you add, lips moist from a fresh layer of chapstick.

'everything's cool as long as we're all having a good time.' you smile and pat him on the cheek, handing him a shot of mouthwash with your own dixie cup half-full in hand. 'here's to fun times?' you both grin, clink a 'cheers', gurgle, spit, and high-five.

the next morning's breakfast is black coffee and bagels with no cream cheese.

afterwards, you're both pretty content with sleeping in your room -- you have a queen-size bed and working A/C, whereas he's got a king-size, but his room's south-facing with wide windows, and the A/C unit that went out last spring

aka his room gets way too hot for extraneous activities

if it's not apparent yet, y'all are complete menaces to society

Marc hates calling maintenance since they always break at least one of his plants, so you get to play secretary with official matters

planned study sessions between the two of you are hardly productive. he has no patience, and its way too easy to get under his skin

eating dinner in the student union in a corner when you're both too lazy to cook

when you eat at home, he's the kind of line cook who puts a hand on your waist as he's passing behind you. that part of your relationship is unspoken.

it never fails to make you flush

chilling in the living room in the Chicago heat, in nothing but underwear because you're both too heat-exhausted to judge

during all three years of living together, you both dance on the fence of stupid jokes and teasing, but it never goes too far as Marc's too lovely to step over the boundaries

and that summed up the relationship: too caring, too comfortable, and too silly

bar hopping after your last quarter's finals, the night before graduation, you guys discuss the future over street meat

Marc's devouring hot dogs, and you're drunkenly keeping track of how many.

'I'm totally leaving a bad review for my ethics prof on ratemyprofessor, he was totally checking out the freshman girls' he says in pieces

'you'd realize its most of the old farts at this uni if it wasn't for your heads always being stuck in some folklore book.' you quipped, rolling your eyes and pushing his head.

'hey -- doesn't make it okay!'

'oh yeah, white knight, please continue while you drunkenly slobber on a frank.'

'bro i'm definitely aware,' he argues pettily, proving your point of his false alertness. 'mhmm.'

failing to talk him down from his umpteenth weener, the alcohol makes you feel foggy and unable to stop yourself from grasping his solid bicep, you titter and the statement flies out of your mouth, 'dude, you're pretty hot when you stuff your face with sausages'

he stops mid-brat as you both burst out into laughter. really, he's guffawing so hard you're surprised they're not coming out of his nose.

once his laughter dies down, he sends you a humorous glance, 'speak for yourself, 'gimme more sex on the beach.' woulda had to pull you off the barback if we didn't leave after your 8th drink.'

another round of drunk giggles later, Marc spent the next day chained to the toilet, swearing off 'sausages in his mouth' and 'sex on the beach.'

hangover aftercare, lots of head pets, pedialyte, and ibuprofens

when Layla comes around, you're elated for their blossoming romance. she wasn't at all a victim of the roommate tyranny that bulldozed through most of the bars on university street, nor did she judge either of you. she was brilliant and radiant, a wonderful contrast to Marc's stoic-at-times demeanor and hard-ass attitude. plus he'd spend weekends at her's and that meant plenty of much needed private time for yourself

somewhat lonely after realizing that your friend and Layla were in it for the long run, you began to venture out and make more friends in your department.

after one too many sober wine nights in the art park, it led you to thinking. the master's program you were interested in was no longer your path. why go to school for another year when you could start living your life and making money?

and Marc? once your partner in crime, now a bird who opened his wings wide and flew the nest, spent most of his time at Layla's nowadays.

poor guy damn near had a meltdown trying to understand why you wanted to pursue a career without him.

living in a bubble of academics sounded nice, but the reality of it all was that you had to integrate back into society somehow. your student debt surely wasn't paying itself off anytime soon.

rather than out of possessiveness, but more out of an inability to comprehend, Marc was vocal about his confusion, about why you were choosing to skip out on him the master's program when you both vowed to pursue academia.

Layla's respect for you and Marc's friendship was plentiful and she was more patient than you could've asked for in anyone you'd ever met. You harbored envy for the loyalty that her and Marc held for each other, it made you wish you could find it in anyone, but it never seemed in arm's reach; people always wanted definition and romance, relationships that had expectations and outcomes that you felt like you couldn't dish out.

regardless, she was the first to jump at offering help, so the couple moved you out and even traveled overseas to see you off in your new situation.

their stay was extended for a week and then two, taking the couch and floor while helping you settle into the new surroundings of London and furnishing the loft. After they left, months quickly turned into years. Using postcards, you stayed in touch through the different places you'd visited on your vacations and unlimited sick days.

over time your interaction with Marc lessened to a hand-written letter every month or so, always signing off in your blocky scrawl with a 'your's truly'

he always returned with a multi-page response no matter how short your messages were. he'd write about his master's program, Layla's parents, and how they looked at him weird when the couple visited their lovely summer home in the south of France. he even mentioned that he joined the Marines after he finished his master's degree and went on a couple tours.

the stark contradiction between your novels was hard to ignore when listening to Marc's letters in his voice. the well-paying salary job you got in London consumed all your time and the formerly booming social life you had was non-existent, and his life was going pretty, well, ordinary as well

but you had found comfort in solitary and love in travelling around europe or taking the train. the little things started to hold more value than the grand scheme of life.

then their engagement announcement turned up in the mail

it was exquisite like Layla. the off-white cardstock gave off a scent of orange blossoms and earthy sandalwood, professional calligraphy and all making it official that they were going to become one under the sun. like an official stamp of moving on from your seemingly past life, you sent an rsvp marked 'not attending' and then a week later, sent off the last letter marc would receive for years, signed 'your's'

you never heard from Marc after that and years continued to fly by

promotion after promotion helped you forget about Marc until you got a strange voicemail from a US number. Listening to it on the bus after you got off work, it sounded like a butt dial during some bar fight, then you heard Marc's distinct shout 'HEY!'

you tried the number and then his old cell number, an 8-digit string from ages ago that you doubt actually worked, and was met with his voicemail message twice.

things started to get strange after the vm, you swore you saw Marc, or a tired and lost version of him at least, stumble on the same bus once or twice but chalked it up to your head playing mindgames

then on a trip to the museum for the new Egypt exhibit, your eyes all but fell out of their sockets. an individual with sullen cheekbones, dark eye bags, and haphazard hair -- an all-around resemblance to an older Marc -- stood behind a white counter, selling pyramid trinkets and candy bars under a sign that read 'Gift Shop'

in disbelief, you walked up to the desk and got a closer look at him. he looked like your college roommie, but the nervous disposition and awkward appearance with clothes two sizes too big said otherwise.

you said a hello and asked for a map of the exhibit, fully aware of the info desk giving them out on your way in. 'oh, sorry, you'd be looking for the nice miss at the booth over there.' he answered in a british accent, the same thick fingers pointing towards the entrance.

you dazedly apologized, nodding slightly as you were too busy staring into his wide brown eyes, familiar and not at the same time. he offered a polite smile, which came off as a grimace, and waved a bit.

'Sorry again, I couldn't help but notice that you seem kinda familiar -- maybe you've just got one of those faces -- but I don't know, I don't believe we've met before.' you introduce yourself with the upturn of your lips, holding out a hand. then you caught the glint of metal on his chest.

'oh, all right, well... it's nice to meet you. I'm Steven with a v.' he said, reaching out to shake your hand.

#moon knight fic #nb!reader #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector x you #marc x layla #nonbinary!reader #headcannon #moon knight headcannon #eclectics.hc #marc spector x reader #hc

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Sweet Pea and Fangs//Mission Accomplished

Request: If you're busy you can ignore this. I really like your poly! Fangs and Sweet Pea and I was wondering if you could do another one. Maybe about what being a family with them would be like. (You know like what kind of fathers would they be.) Thanks!

hey!! this was super cute to write! i hope you like it!

- Okay, so lets just say right now

- They would be the best dads in the world

- And you can bet that they both have mugs with ‘best dad in the world’ written on them

- Which they of course use literally every day

- So much so, that you have to replace them every couple of months

- Usually because Sweet Pea puts his down on a table to aggressively

- Or because Fangs doesn’t stir coffee, he bashes the spoon from side to side until he breaks the mug, the spoon, and occasionally himself.

- Anyway

- So lets say you got pregnant at like 24/25ish

- All three of you had moved out of Riverdale

- Because I mean lets be real, its not the safest place to start a family

- With the murderers and the cults and the gangs and literally everything else

- Plus, it had been Sweet Pea and Fangs’ dream to get out of the southside and riverdale and to have a better life than their parents did

- So all three of you have stable jobs that you love

- And a cute little apartment

- Filled with photos of the three of you

- And so many memories of your life together

- Including some random dog statue that Fangs found in the skip behind the apartment complex

- To this day you and Sweet Pea have no idea why he was there in the first place

- But you think the scratches on his hands, face and neck had something to do with it

- And so many plants

- So basically you’re parents already...right?

- Anywayyyyyy

- So, you guys were doing pretty good

- Vey, very happy together

- And you’d just come back from visiting Toni and Cheryl and their new baby girl

- Who is adorable by the way

- So you’d be chilling at home

- You and Sweet Pea watching something on Netflix

- While Fangs cooks dinner (its his turn and he’s the best cook)

- And you’d notice Sweet Pea and Fangs exchanging looks

- So you’d be suspicious

- And eventually, after the two of them giving each other very odd looks all throughout dinner, you’ve had enough.

- ‘okay. what’s going on?’

- ‘we wanna have a baby’ Fangs would blurt out and you and Sweet Pea’s eyes would both go wide.

- ‘what?’ you’d look between the two of them

- Fangs is pushing the last bit of food around the plate

- Sweet Pea is refusing to make eye contact with either of you, finding the ceiling fascinating

- While you’re tapping your foot against the floor

- ‘hello? anyone care to expand?’

- And Sweet Pea would sigh, and tear his gaze from the ceiling, settling on you.

- ‘fine. we’ve both been thinking about it for a whil-’

- ‘and then we went to see toni and cheryl and their kid is so cute and they look so happy and we want to start a family with you’ Fangs would interrupt.

- Of course you’d also thought about having kids.

- Sweet Pea and Fangs are the love of your life

- They’re who you want to spend the rest of your life with

- Plus you’ve been dating since you were like 16, so it makes sense

- But it was difficult enough for Toni and Cheryl to have a baby

- This is going to be complicated

- Both of them will obviously be this kids dad...

- But what if when its born the other gets jealous?

- What if they feel like they’re not properly apart of it?

- Would you even find out who the biological dad was?

- Or would you just leave it?

- What about when the kid is older?

- There’s already enough stigma about kids having two moms or two dads

- What about one with two dads and one mom?

- So, you’d all sit down after dinner and talk about everything

- The possible problems

- How you would raise it

- If you’re all ready

- And you’d finally figure it out

- Well, the best that you could anyway

- But in the end you’d figured that you’d all be alright because you had each other

- So then the fun bit ;)

- You’d be trying for a few months

- Much to the happiness of Fangs and Sweet Pea

- They weren’t complaining

- And then when you do get pregnant

- Holy fuck are they happy

- Like literally jumping around, hugging each other, hugging you

- They’re literally the happiest people ever

- The first thing they do is call Toni

- Because well, they have to tell their best friend that she’s going to be an aunt.

- And a few minutes later, Cheryl texts you a video of Toni on the phone, jumping up and down as they tell her.

- Anyway, so once they’ve calmed down they instantly go into protective mode.

- Like

- ‘oh, sit down. standing up is not good for the baby.’

- ‘what?’

- ‘do you need a drink? food? a nap? a hug?’

- ‘i’m good’

- And you think this is just going to last for a few days

- But no

- This continues all through the pregnancy

- And afterwards tbh

- They are so protective

- You always sleep in the middle so they can both keep you two safe

- Even if it is a nightmare when you need to pee

- Fangs did suggest a bucket by the bed but you and Sweet Pea both agreed that was too far

- They go to all the scans

- And cry

- Every. Single. Time

- Sweet Pea’s suggests going to the baby classes

- Even though you’re kind of unsure of what people will say

- But you go

- And its surprisingly, okay

- You get a few strange looks

- But who the hell cares

- And Sweet Pea and Fangs both have their own little notebooks that they’re furiously scribbling notes in

- And they always take turns to practice on the fake babies

- Plus, before you all go to bed the three of you will read baby books, occasionally swapping them every so often.

- ‘did you know that new-borns are short sighted’

- ‘ha, four eyed loser’

- ‘i’m sorry. how old are you sweet pea?’

- So they’re just the sweetest

- And every time they come back from work they aways have something for the baby

- Literally. Every. Time

- No matter what.

- ‘how many shoes do you think this baby is going to need?’

- ‘i don’t even think babies need shoes, at least not for the first few months’

- ‘no baby needs this many leather jackets.’

- ‘yeah, but its got a snake on the back! how could i just leave it there?’

- ‘where did you find a leather jacket for a baby with a snake on the back?’

- ‘...the serpents made it for us.’

- And they buy the most weird stuff

- Like you’re getting amazon packages every other day

- The neighbors think you guys are doing something illegal

- Sweet Pea buys a baby grow that has labels for where the arms and legs go

- And when you ask him why

- ‘its for fangs. i’m just helping him out’

- So in retaliation, Fangs buys one with instructions of where to feed the baby and where to change it

- Also this doesn’t stop when your baby is born, they’re still buying stupid t-shirts with stupid slogans on well into its 20s

- Your favourite thing they’ve bought is definitely the fake tattoo sleeve

- So, you’re keeping the gender a surprise

- Because who cares

- So you’re going for like a yellow or gray nursery

- And Sweet Pea and Fangs are insisting on doing it all them selves

- The painting

- The furniture

- The little accessories

- Everything

- Needless to say you hear a huge crash within five minutes of them starting

- So you do it together instead

- You start painting while they put the crib together

- There’s some left over screws at the end but they decide against telling you that

- It looks stable enough

- And just to make sure, Fangs tested it out...and got stuck

- They make sure to take tons of pictures throughout the entire pregnancy

- Much to your annoyance

- ‘I’ve just thrown up for the third time in five minutes...stop taking my damn picture.’

- ‘i want to capture every moment’

- ‘why!?!?’

- But you love the majority of them

- There’s some of you by yourself

- Some of them with you and one of them

- Others with the three of you together

- Both of them looking at you like you’re their entire world

- (which you are)

- And there’s a few pictures of just the two of them with fake pregnancy bellies on, in the style of a professional photo shoot

- Another late night Amazon purchase

- Which when you opened you were...confused to say the least.

- When you’re nearing your due date they make sure at least one person is with you at all times, just in case you go into labour

- And that works, until the day you actually go into labour and you’re alone

- Fangs is at work and Sweet Pea had to run to the store to get ice cream and snacks

- And then it happens

- You’re panicking but trying not to, but its not working

- Sweet Pea comes back and then he sees your panicked face and he drops the food and almost himself to be honest

- He’s running around trying to find your bag and his bag and Fangs’ bag

- And you’re trying to ring Fangs but he’s not answering

- Sweet Pea eventually gets through to him when you guys get the hospital and you can hear Fangs screaming down the phone

- He makes it there in five minutes, even though he works at least fifteen minutes away

- They’re on either side of you

- Both panting and telling you to breathe

- Basically they are being ridiculous

- And very unhelpful

- Especially when the breathing is mainly to calm themselves down

- And then Sweet Pea gets distracted, blows a rubber glove up and it pop’s

- And to be honest the fright it gave you, you thought you’d given birth

- But when its time for you to start pushing they’re right next to

- Holding your hands

- Saying so many nice things

- Being so sweet and supportive

- And they also take a moment to hug each other while they watch

- Like they’re crying

- At one point Fangs just screams

- ‘i told you not to look down there’ Sweet pea scolds

- ‘does it go back to normal?’ Fangs would ask

- ‘god, i hope so’ You’d groan in pain

- But then your daughter is born and they’re smitten

- This tiny little life is theirs

- And it relies on them for everything

- And they’re so proud of you

- Literally they’re heart is going to burst with love and pride for you

- They love her so much

- And instantly take their roles very seriously

- The first night they let you sleep because well you’ve just given birth, you need a rest

- And it gives them a chance to bond

- They take turns holding her

- And feeding her

- And just talking to her

- ‘we’re you’re dads’ Fangs would whisper

- ‘i’m sweet pea. nice to meet you.’

- ‘what are you doing?’

- ‘introducing myself. i have to make a good impression, and we need to teach her manners’

- ‘shit, you’re right. hello, i’m fangs, your other dad...do i like, shake her hand?’

- ‘hmmm, yeah. i think she’s too young for a high-five’

- ‘thats your mom over there. she’s asleep at the minute so we have to be really quiet, but she loves you so much...and so do we. you’re our entire world’

- They’re so gentle with her

- And with you

- When you get home, the three of you show her around her new home

- And show her all the pictures on the walls, explaining the memories behind each of them

- You also make sure to introduce her to her siblings (the houseplants)

- When she’s a little older Sweet Pea starts teaching her how to defend herself

- ‘she’s three sweet pea, she doesn’t need to know how to karate chop someone’

- ‘yes she does. i’m always going to be around to keep her safe...but just in case. which reminds me, do you know how to karate chop someone?’

- Fangs teaches her how to cook

- Like she knows everything by the times she’s 10

- Both of them teach her stupid (and sometimes inappropriate) jokes

- Out of the two of them, Fangs is usually the one to tell her off

- Actually, its you...you’re the one to tell her off if she’s done something wrong because they both can’t bring themselves to shout at her

- Its difficult for you too (so its a blessing that she’s actually pretty well behaved, unlike all three of her parents)

- Fangs is definitely the most over protective

- He follows her around when she starts to crawl, literally if she moves a centimeter, he’s up and following her around.

- Sweet Pea is always the one to cheer her up when she’s sad

- And you’re the one she always goes to when she’s hurt herself or if she just needs a hug

- She loves all of you so much

- And you love her

- They still insist of taking pictures of literally every moment

- It actually increases after she’s born

- You really don’t know how thats possible

- Even she gets annoyed at it

- ‘really dad? another one??’

- ‘hey! when all three of us are dead and buried you’re going to look back at these and wish we’d taken more’

- They make it their life mission to teach her every single thing they know about the world

- And all three of you make it your life mission to make sure she knows how loved she is

- Which you definitely accomplished

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spcncershybrid · 3 years

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Veritaserum | Draco Malfoy Imagine

GIF IS NOT MINE

Request: Idk if you know the sound on tiktok from Euphoria “You are so fucking boring. Hey. I'm gonna be honest with you, because no one else will. Any guy who says he's interested in you beyond just fucking you, is full of shit” but cpuld you maybe write a Draco angst with fluffy ending based on that😅 thankss

(Summary: You always believed that your relationship with Draco was picture perfect until it came crashing down with only a few words.)

Draco Malfoy X Gryffindor!Reader

(A/N: Posting this to tumblr with formatting was ultimate hell! But I hope you like this imagine! On another note my taglist and requests are still open (read my pinned to know more!)

“What did you want to talk about Draco?” I asked walking into the Slytherin common room. My burgundy robes stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Not here.” He grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me out of the room.

We walked along the corridor and stopped at an empty staircase.

“What is going on?” I asked as I placed my hand on his cold hand.

“We need to break up.” He said bluntly as he pulled his hand away.

“What?” I ask confused.

“You are so fucking boring Y/N! I’m going to be honest with you because no one else in Hogwarts will. Any guy who says he's interested in you beyond just fucking you is full of shit.” He spat angrily.

My eyes welled with tears as I stared at him.

“I guess if that’s how you feel. I cant stop you. At least you were honest.” I say taking a step away from him.

“Goodbye Draco.” I wiped a falling tear and ran away.

Draco blinked back his tears as he watched you run away. It was for the best.

“It’s been a week you need to get out of the common room and eat.” Hermione said as she sat beside me.

“I want to know what I did wrong. It was perfect, it felt perfect. Is there something with me?” I say biting my thumb nail as I turned to her.

“Don’t you dare say that! Y/N you are perfect. So what Malfoy broke your heart that isn’t your fault, it never was.” She said hugging me.

“Hello ladies.” The twins say waltzing into the common room.

Hermione and I waved at them as they sat in front of us.

“Don’t tell me you're still sulking about Malfoy.” Fred said, crossing his arms.

“At this very second I’m not.” I say laughing.

“I guess I’m just wondering what went wrong. One day we were laughing and being happy and the next he called me boring and uninteresting. It’s all just confusing.” I say running my hands through my hair.

“I guess I just want the truth from him. He seemed off like he wasn't telling me anything.” I say playing with the ends of my robe.

“You want the truth aye.” Fred said, smirking as he nudged George.

“I don't like your smirks.” I say looking at them back and forth.

“Why don’t you try veritaserum.” George said quietly as he leaned over.

“No way. That is highly forbidden let alone dangerous.” Hermione said shutting them down.

“Actually that isn’t that bad of an idea.” I say weighing my options. Yes it can get us into trouble but it can get me answers.

“Perfect we’ll knick some supplies from Snape and meet you at the girl’s lavatory or Moaning Myrtle's space.” Fred said as him and George ran out of the common room.

“This can go entirely wrong Y/N! This is highly unethical.” Hermione said as she shut her book.

“Relax Mione it won’t kill him.” I say looking at her.

“It’s still dangerous Y/N. What if they don’t brew it properly!” She said turning to me.

“I was sort of hoping you would help with it. If not I can help them brew it.” I shrugged.

“I can’t take the blame if something goes wrong.” Hermione scoffed as she got up to walk away.

I groan lightly and leave the common room to go find Fred and George.

I walk into the girls lavatory and greet Moaning Myrtle.

“So you both didn’t die.” I say spotting the twins near the stalls.

“Filch nearly caught us sneaking around but we got it.” George said as he passed some bottles to Fred.

“Do you guys need help?” I ask as I tug up the sleeves of my robes.

“Where’s Hermione? No offense Y/N but all three of us combined can blow up this bathroom.” Fred said laughing loudly.

“She doesn’t want to help us. You know how she is on rules.” I laughed as I sat in front of them.

“Make sure you two measure out everything. I want the truth from him not his intestines.” I say as I watched them grab various vials.

They stared at me for a moment before pouring some of the vials into the cauldron.

“Now our main focus is getting Draco to meet me somewhere.” I say biting my lip.

“We can handle that.” George said as he carefully stirred

“I’m putting an awful lot of trust in you two. Name your price now.” I crossed my arms as I tapped my foot on the floor.

“A galleon, each.” Fred said snapping his fingers as he tapped his chin.

“That’s all.” I say in disbelief. This is the Weasley’s we’re talking about.

“And to help us on our next prank on Snape.” He continued as he looked up at me.

There it is.

“Deal.” I say as I stuck my hand into my robes.

“To be clear. Malfoy, Astronomy Tower, right after dinner.” I say as I watched them place the mixed potion into a vial.

“Alright.” The twins said in unison.

“See you two at dinner. Either slip it to him then or lead him out then give it to him.” I told them as I walked out of the bathroom.

Why did I ever trust Fred and George?

“I didn’t think this would’ve happened Draco. I'm so sorry.” I apologized as I helped him over to the hospital wing.

“It’s my fault I should’ve never taken anything from those Weasley’s.” Draco spat as he ran his hands through his now green hair.

“Madam Pomfrey, can you help us?” I asked as I dragged Draco into the hospital wing.

“What happened here?” She gasped as she guided Draco onto one of the beds.

“Effects of a potion.” I say as Draco leaned back.

“What potion dear.” She asked, looking over to me.

“Veritaserum.” I whispered as I looked at Draco.

“What?” She asked as she tilted his head to the side.

“It was veritaserum gone wrong. I asked Fred and George to help me, but I walked out as they were putting it away.” I say putting my head down. Madam Pomfrey stared at me for a moment before walking away.

“Why would you do that?” Draco asked placing his hand over mine.

“I wanted answers Draco. You dumped me in a bloody staircase. With zero explanations, I wanted to know why. Was it me? Is it someone from Slytherin house, hell is it someone else?” I say as I sat down next to him.

“It was my father. He found out about us dating, he didn’t want me to see you anymore.” Draco said looking up at me bashfully.

My mood shifted as I looked at him. I instantly brought him into a hug as I patted his hair.

“Draco you could’ve just said so. What you said really hurt.” I said quietly.

“I’m sorry.” I heard him whisper as Madam Pomfrey came back with a potion.

“This will turn your hair back to normal.” She smiled as she handed him the potion.

“We can talk more later. I have something I want to sort out.” I said giving him a peck on the cheek.

Now to deal with the twins.

I made my way to the Gryffindor common room and enlisted the help of my most helpful friends: Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger.

“Alright I called you both for something very special.” I whisper as we snuck into the kitchens.

“Ginny I’m getting payback on your brothers.” I told her as I grabbed some flour and some eggs.

“We’re making cookies.” I say as I grabbed the rest of the ingredients.

“We’re giving them cavities?” Ginny questioned as she examined the ingredients.

“No that’s why Miss Granger is in our midst. I need help with precise measurements on making these cookies change their looks. Similar to poly juice but in the form of a treat. One thing I noticed from your family is that treats are a must.” I explained as I began grabbing bowls.

“We’re in.” Ginny and Hermione said as they began dropping ingredients in the bowl.

Although it took us a while to perfect it we miraculously got it done.

“I’ll package these to look like something from my mum.” Hermione said as she began wrapping the cookies.

“I love you two so much.” I laughed as I watched them.

Hermione laughed as she handed me the bundle of cookies.

“You can share out the rest to Ron and Harry. Not Neville or Luna though they are too precious.” I say walking out of the kitchen.

“Hello Gingers or should I say grinches.” I snickered as I walked past the twins hand and hand with Draco.

“Shut up.” Fred instantly said as he shielded his head.

“That’s what you get for turning my boyfriend’s hair green.” I said sticking my tongue out at them.

“Yeah you even got Potter and the other Weasley.” Draco said as he pointed to the doors of the Great Hall.

“I didn’t do that.” I say in shock as I stared at them as they trudged to the Gryffindor table.

I giggle as I watch Ginny and Hermione high five each other slyly.

Well at least I got my boyfriend back and I got my best friends back.

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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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Lost in the Shadows Pt.5

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Word Count: 2120

FemOC x Poly Lost Boys

Vanessa took out her pack of cigarettes as her friends approached and another cigarette was placed in between her lips. I could kiss every single one of you. She projected to her friends, all of them smiling at the thought.

“Who’s got a light?” Vanessa asked as the group. She had a feeling she’d be finishing the rest of her pack tonight.

Luis stopped at her left side, pulling out his own custom lighter, helping Vanessa, “You got more?” He asked, side glancing at the group of boys who were watching them with curious eyes.

Vanessa inhales, nodding. She pulled out her pack letting Luis grab one for himself. Luis wasn’t a big smoker like her, but if his anxieties were blooming, it usually had him smoking.

Timothy slinged an arm around Luis, jutting his head towards David and the others, “Sup?” The entire group could smell what they were; fully fledged vampires.

Danielle and Sarah took Vanessa’s right side, Danielle resting her elbow on Vanessa’s shoulder, leaning in a little bit towards the white haired woman.

Vanessa blew out her smoke as David and Paul pushed themselves off from the rail, falling into a similar stance. “Guys, this is Marko, Paul, David and Dwayne.” Vanessa pointed to each one of them as she said their names.

My mates. Vanessa added afterwards. Her friends hid their shock in front of the boys, but in their minds, they were asking Vanessa question after question.

Vanessa ignored all of them, their questions were starting to give her a headache, “Boys, this is Timothy…”

Timothy gave them a small wave, his bag of books dangling from his wrist. He took in all of their appearance and almost wanted to snort. All of them were right up Vanessa’s alley. Hot, punk vampires.

“Luis…”

Luis nodded his head at them, blowing out some smoke, his shawl now draped along his bent arms and no longer on his shoulders. Luis agreed with Timothy. All of them were really hot. His eyes landed on Dwayne. He has nice pecs.

Timothy moved his arm from Luis’s shoulder and pinched his butt cheek in warning. Don’t test me.

Luis flinched a little at the action, but grinned. Just confidence appreciating confidence.

“Danielle…”

Danielle smirked a little at them and gave a two fingered salute while still leaning against Vanessa. She knew that Vanessa was going to have her hands full with them.

“And Sarah.”

Sarah kindly waved at them. To Sarah, they seemed like fun and a little chaotic. Kind of perfect if you asked her. Do they know what we are? Sarah asked.

Vanessa tapped the ashes off her cigarette, Nope. And as far as they know. We have no idea that they’re vampires. She answered.

All of them immediately closed their minds off, not wanting any of them to poke and prod at their thoughts. They had to seem oblivious to them. At least until the time was right to reveal what they were.

“Thanks for keeping our girl company. She tends to do stupid shit on her own.” Sarah teased Vanessa while thanking the boys across from them.

Marko and Paul snickered at Vanessa’s expression. Her jaw dropped in offense, “I do not do stupid shit! Says the one who totally wrecked her bass while using it as a bat for playing baseball.”

Sarah glared at Vanessa, but there was a hint of amusement behind her eyes, “Hey! I was drunk! You all could’ve stopped me and saved me buying a new bass.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Timothy commented, making Luis burst out laughing as Danielle snickered.

Vanessa rolled her eyes fondly at her friends. She looked over at the boys in front of her and saw that Paul seemed to be fidgeting in his place, his eyes, along with the others, set on Vanessa.

She knew they were itching to be alone with her, to talk to her, to even just touch her. Too bad she has to decline their wants for the night. Vanessa sighed, ready to bid them goodbye, but stopped when David took a step forward.

“Since you’re all new to town, why don’t we show you around?” David smirked down at Vanessa. If he could get her friends to agree to hang out with them, it’ll give the chance to be around her longer.

Danielle leaned away from Vanessa, removing her arm from its place and exchanging a look with Sarah. Luis and Timothy did the same, each of them having their own conversation. And they all agreed on one thing.

“We appreciate the offer, but we actually have to get going. Busy day tomorrow.” Danielle said, nudging Vanessa. Together, her and Sarah started walking away and towards the direction of the boardwalk entrance.

Luis finished his cigarette, stomping it out completely and wiggled his fingers at them, “See yeah, boys.”

Hand and hand, Luis and Timothy walk away, but not without sending a wink Vanessa’s way. Give them something, girl. Don’t torture them. Luis told her, him and Timothy fading into the sea of people before Vanessa could say anything back.

Vanessa narrowed her eyes at her friends retreating forms. So much for kissing them, she was going to kick all their asses once they got back home. They left her alone with her mates on purpose.

With one last exhale, hoping to get rid of some of her anxieties along with the smoke, Vanessa extinguished her cigarette and smiled. Luis was right. All of them were. She couldn’t just leave without getting to know them a little bit before heading home for the night. Four mates or not, she needed to let her guard down for once.

“Instead of showing me around, you can walk me back to my bike? We can walk slowly?” Vanessa offered.

Marko and Paul immediately pounced on the offer, Marko taking her left side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder while Paul took the right, his arm going around her waist. The three of them didn’t feel the same shock from before, but their touch still felt amazing against each other’s skin.

Vanessa giggled at their eagerness and bit her lip as David and Dwayne returned her smile from before. Though, David's smile was a little more smug than Dwayne’s. David waved his hand, gesturing to Vanessa, “We’d love to. Wouldn’t we, Dwayne?”

Dwayne nodded, “We would.”

A shiver ran down Vanessa’s spine as they stared down at her. Even with her heeled boots, she was still a couple of inches smaller than Marko.

The five slowly walked toward the direction of the entrance, Dwayne taking his place beside Marko and David next to Paul. As they walked, Vanessa got comfortable with their touch. Her own hands soon placed themselves around both Marko’s and Paul’s waist. The returned action made them very happy, and eased them even more as they all talked.

A weight seemed to lift off of David’s chest. He could feel Vanessa letting her guard down a bit, opening herself up to them. Her laughter sang out into the open air, sounding like music to all of their ears. They also thought it was adorable that she had a bit of a squeak to it.

Their voices never stopped even when they reached their destination. Seven different motorbikes were parked by the entrance, the closest one was vacant but the two next to it seated their owners.

Timothy was sitting on his motorbike next to the empty one. His bag of books stuffed into his compartment and locked away so it wouldn’t fall out. Luis sat right behind him, his arms wrapped around his boyfriend's waist and the side of his cheek pressed firmly against Timothy’s back.

Next to them was Danielle, who had to hike her skirt up in order to sit properly on her own bike. Sarah was in a similar position to Luis, her arms around her girlfriend but her head was perked up, watching people pass by.

“Woah, you guys ride too?” Marko exclaimed as he saw Vanessa’s friends ready to go on their modes of transportation.

“Yeah… Those are your bikes?” Vanessa asked, jutting her head at the four other bikes before looking up at the curly haired boy.

Paul chuckled, “Hell yeah, babe. You like?” He answered for the other blonde, his fingers slightly moving against the bare skin of her waist.

Vanessa held back a laugh when his fingers moved. The sides of her waist were the most ticklish part of her body, so it was hard to respond immediately, “Very.” Their bikes were cool. Dirtier compared to her own, but they all had their own little flare to them, reflecting their owners.

Much to the boys disappointment, Vanessa pulled away from them and walked over to her bike, taking a seat, “Too bad we couldn’t stay longer.”

Had a good time?

Vanessa looked over at Timothy who was smirking, looking back and forth between her and the boys.

She rolled her eyes, Shut up, dick.

Bitch. Timothy jabbed.

All right, break it up you two. Sarah said, shaking her head at the two. Vanessa and Timothy constantly bickered with each other out of love. They weren’t even siblings but they acted like brother and sister.

Vanessa looked back at David and the others, “You guys know the old record shop?”

Dwayne nodded, “The one that closed a few months ago?”

That was probably the most she was going to get out of Dwayne tonight. He seemed more or less like an observer more than a talker. An introvert, if you will. Vanessa nodded, “Yeah. We took it over. Tomorrow we move everything in, and we open New Year’s Day. But you guys can stop by if you want.”

Her friends raised their brows in surprise at her offer. Vanessa was even surprised with herself. She didn’t know if it was the mate pull between them or just her own desires to get to know them better. In all honesty, it was a mix of both.

They all shared a look and she knew that they were talking to each other. She gave them their privacy and respect to not listen in.

Without a word, Marko started biting his thumb nail, hiding his devilish smile, and giving a small wave to Vanessa before going to his bike. It was the second to last in the row.

Paul wiggled his fingers at her with a flirtatious smile, “See ya.” He walked over to his bike which was the last one. He hopped on but not without shoving Marko playfully.

Dwayne sent her a pair of finger guns, which she copied with an amused chuckle. He smiled a little and went to his own bike, leaving one empty between him and Danielle.

The last to do anything was David. With a hint of a smile, David walked up to Vanessa, the sounds of his boots hitting the hard ground seemed to echo in her ears. His gloved hand reached up and cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing her skin softly.

Vanessa swallowed deeply as his touch, even if it wasn’t skin on skin, felt like electricity in her veins. For once, after a very long time, she felt her heart beat a little faster than normal. It had been so long since someone touched her so gently. She wondered if Marko, Paul or Dwayne would be like this with her.

“See you tomorrow, Vanessa.” David whispered out. To anyone else, it would’ve been heard by her and only her, but everyone heard it. David’s word was a promise. They would be back, there was no doubting it.

Vanessa reached up and touched the hand that held her cheek. She turned her head to the side, staring at his eyes through her shades and placing a small kiss onto his leather palm. Something swirled in David’s eyes and she didn’t have to delve into his mind to know what it was.

She gave him a smug smile, pulling his hand away from her face and letting it go, “See you tomorrow…” She kick started her bike which was quickly followed by her coven members, their moods instantly lifting.

Vanessa looked over to the others who were watching on with eager smiles, “Don’t keep me waiting.” She revved her bike and peeled off from the boardwalk, Danielle and Timothy with their respective partners just behind her.

Vanessa gripped the handles of her bike, her knuckles almost turning white as she drove. That night she didn’t hoot and holler like she normally would as the wind caressed her skin. That night, she drove in silence all the way home.

That night… she found her mates for all eternity.

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bbaejohnnyluvr · 4 years

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3 is Just a Number (Chapter Finale)

LAST CHAPTER

Title: 3 is Just a Number

Pairing: Wooyoung x Female!Reader x San

Genre: Romance, BFF to lover, Eventually poly!relationship

Summary: The bond between the three of you is almost unbreakable. Wherever you go, they will follow. Wherever they go, you will join. The moment both of the guys got into a relationship, everything just got better. The three of you are happy with the current moment. That is until one of them decided to follow their own heart – and may or may not break the friendship that you have been holding onto for more than five years.

A/N: And we have reached to the end of 3 is just a number. Thank you for reading this series until the end. I hope you enjoy reading it. I will come back with a new series soon ^^

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“I guess you’ve finally found your answer.”

You look up from your suitcase, just to see Yunho leaning against the door as he watches you packing.

Flashing him a small smile, you then nod your head indicating yes. After receiving your answer, Yunho does not hesitate to enter the room and take a seat beside you, trying to help you with your stuff.

Watching him willingly lending a hand reminded you of all the moments you had with the bigger man. All the laughter, the countless dates, his kindness towards you.

He had always been there for you every time you need to rant on to. The guy never complaints about anything that you do. He is so kind towards you, and you know why.

However, you yourself know that you cannot pick him because you are thinking about someone else while being with him.

Those feelings make you feel bad for choosing someone else other than Yunho. But, deep down, you know that he deserves someone better than you. He will found that someone in the future.

“Do you know why San and Wooyoung dislike me so much in the first place?”

His question managed to turn your head to face him. You twist your lip for a while before shaking your head.

Right, you never knew why the boys refused Yunho in the first place. All you knew was that you got into an argument with Wooyoung and then San comforted you, as usual.

You never know the real reason, until today.

“I used to cheat on my ex-girlfriend and hook up with other girls behind her back, and they knew about it,” he stated.

A frown appears on your face. You know that people have their own dark secrets but you did not expect Yunho as a cheater.

He radiates gentleman and innocent aura. His gaze is soft and the way he speaks sounds like a melody.

Well, you cannot judge a book by its cover, y/n.

“How did they found out,” you asked.

The man proceeds on telling you about the night that you suddenly fell sick and cannot join the boys to hang out. That was the night Yunho was introduced to Wooyoung and San, the same night his dirty little secret got exposed. (Chapter two)

You on the other side decided to listen to him attentively and nod your head once in a while.

To be honest, ever since you and Yunho decided to go out together, this was the first time he told you about his past relationship.

Both of you would usually just talk about classes, hobbies, and the future. Most of the time, you are the one who did the talking while he sat down and listen to everything.

“That was why they don’t want me to be with you. They’re worried about you.”

You let out a soft sigh as soon as he finished his sentence. A part of you feels bad for lashing out on Wooyoung and blaming both of them for trying to control your life.

But in reality, they did that to protect you. They are truly your knights. The thought of it is enough to melt your heart and spread a smile on your face.

They had been the best boys you have ever met, and they will always be your best boys.

Yunho’s eyes switch to study your face. Happiness is apparent again on your face. The old Y/N that he knew had slowly came back.

Sadly, it was not because of him.

*Flashback*

The sun was slowly rising itself. She just got back home from her all night producing. The moment she entered the house, she could not contain her joy at the thought of cuddling with her boyfriend after an exhausting night at the studio.

However, she saw unfamiliar shoes. She did not remember buying that, and even if she did, she would have put it away in the cupboard. Besides, it looks smaller than her size.

An uneasy feeling slowly crept up into her heart. Suddenly, she felt something in her stomach that made her wanted to throw up.

Truth to be told, she had heard a few rumors about his boyfriend hooking up here and there while she was gone. Yet, she always preached to people that she trusted him enough and she knew that he is not a guy like that.

Today, maybe God is trying to prove that she was wrong all along.

As she walked to the living room, she accidentally stepped on a cardigan, which once again did not belong to her.

At this point, tears slowly forming in her eyes. Her hand gripped onto the doorknob of the room. With her eyes closed, she chanted into her mind that everything would be okay and it was all in her head.

But, the two figures on the bed proved her otherwise.

Yunho’s arm was currently hugging an unknown girl. She did not need to pull the blanket to know that both of them were naked under it. The clothes scattered on the floor were enough to tell her what happened while she was gone.

With heavy heart, she went out of the room and sat herself down on the couch, crying silently to herself.

A few minutes later, Yunho woke up from his sleep. He let out a sigh as he looked at the figure beside him.

He did it again. He knew he should not do it, but he did it anyway.

The man was about to wake the lady up, but a frown appeared on his face at the opened door. He was sure that he closed the door last night.

He remembered falling asleep right after he did the deed with the stranger.

As if on cue, his eyes widened. He grabbed the phone on the nightstand and read the time – 9:09 AM.

He fucked up.

Getting off the bed, he wore his underwear at the speed of light before exiting the room, revealing a woman sitting on the couch with her hands covering her face.

Swallowing his saliva, he took a few steps to the lady before she suddenly spoke up.

“How long has it been?”

Yunho did not answer. He stayed frozen at his spot. After a while, she who was supposed to be his lover looked up at him. Her eyes were red and swollen due to crying. Her cheeks were crimson red in color.

Her knuckles became white as she tried to restrain herself from lashing out to him.

All of a sudden, he could feel his heart shattered into pieces. His hands unconsciously trying to reach out to her and pulled her into a hug, whispering his apologies in her ears.

But, it was too late. Everything was too late.

The girl in front of him used to look so bubbly and full of joy. Her eyes would always sparkle every time she talked about music and producing. She was so innocent.

And he broke her.

“I thought they were joking when they said you always play around with others when I wasn’t with you. Guess I should’ve listened to them better.”

The woman stood up from the couch and walked towards their shared room to take all of her belongings. As she passed by him, she muttered a few words that sounded like a curse.

“You can continue with what you are doing, but don’t expect other people can’t do the same to you.”

Just like that, she was gone from his life, forever.

Now, as he looks at you, he thought to himself, I deserve this.

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Wooyoung smells an aroma of fresh foods. He recognizes this scent. You always cook this food whenever he craves for your cooking. It is his ultimate favorite food.

The scent reminded of back then when he used to disturb you in the kitchen while you were cooking. He would always try to tickle you and your laughter filled the whole kitchen area.

Those were happy days. He misses you. Guess his feeling for you is so strong until you managed to appear in his dream too.

A few minutes later, the scent came back but a little bit stronger than before. He scrunches his nose in his sleep. Only your cooking can smell like this.

Wait, scent, your cooking.

He wakes up with his eyes widen. The smell entered the room once again. He rushed out of the room, totally ignoring San who might or might not wake up due to his action and run towards the kitchen.

That is when he saw a familiar figure, currently stirring the food in the pot. Just like that, his heart beat so loud it almost felt like it was about to jump out of his body.

You look to your side and a grin appears on your face when you saw the younger guy.

“Did I wake you up? Go wash up. The food is almost done,” you said to him.

Wooyoung ignores all the moral he had left inside him and engulf your body into a tight hug. His face buried at the crook of your neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

“You’re here. You’re really here,” he cried.

Your hand moves to caress his hair. None of you said nothing, but you can feel your neck starts to get wet. Wooyoung is crying. He really is crying.

Moving your head slightly, you place a soft kiss on his head. “I’m home,” you muttered against his hair before smiling to yourself.

San rubbed his eyes as he walked out of the room.

“What’s with the noise-“

His words got cut off by the sight of you and Wooyoung hugging each other in the kitchen. He was about to make his way there until he saw Yunho sitting on the couch, watching the scene too.

Before he greets the bigger man, he studies the look on his face. Although he is smiling, his eyes look sad. That was the very moment that San realized, the guy really do loves you.

With a soft sigh, San walks towards the lonely man and holds out his hand for a shake. Yunho was surprised at the sudden appearance but quickly regain his composure a few seconds after that.

He stands up from the couch and grabs San’s hand with his own. Both men smile at each other.

“Thank you for bringing her back,” San said.

Yunho let out a chuckle and shakes his head.

“I’m the one who should be thankful to both of you for giving me a chance to learn how to love,” he admitted.

San does not need to question the meaning behind that. He already knows. The two boys let go of each other’s hands and turn to face the two figures who are still in their own world.

The sound of Yunho clearing his throat loudly managed to pull you and Wooyoung away from the heart-warming scene you were having. Though, his arms are still around your body, refused to pull away.

Yunho’s gaze shifts from San and Wooyoung back and forth before landing on you. A small smile form on his face once again.

“Thank you for everything, y/n. I’m grateful to have you in my life.”

A soft-expression filled your face at his words.

“Thank you, Yunho. You know you can still find me if you need anything.”

The said man did not say anything but the smile stays on his face. Patting San’s shoulder, he walks towards the door.

Just before he exited the house, he turns around to remind the boys.

“If any of you didn’t treat her right, I’ll swoop her away forever.”

Wooyoung sends a scoff in his way.

“Keep dreaming, big boy.”

Yunho chuckles at the feedback. He spends a few more seconds looking at you before making his way out of the house, leaving you where you are supposed to be – and it is totally not by his side.

After the door closed, Wooyoung turn to face you again and grin widely, his eyes are almost gone because of it. He cannot contain his happiness, and so do you.

“You’re here. You’re really here,” he repeated.

A chuckle slipped out of your lip as you nod your head. Your hand then move to stroke Wooyoung’s cheek, eager to feel the softness of it once again.

Instinctively, Wooyoung leans to your hand. He miss the warmth – your warmth. Even if you and him tend to fight a lot, you are also his comfort place, other than San.

You are the only girl he wants to spend his life with and nobody can convince him otherwise.

Drunken into your eyes, Wooyoung suddenly looks at you with his serious face. His eyes shift down to your lip. It looks so seductive. It’s like calling him closer. He feels like he is being intoxicated.

Slowly, he leans closer to your face, eyes still lingering on your tier.

“Can I kiss that lip of yours,” he asked in a soft yet sensual tone.

It would be a lie if you said that you did not get affected by Wooyoung. The man in front of you had always told people that he is hot and sexy. But, you never really did experience it with your own eyes.

Your cheeks slowly turning red. It is too embarrassing for you to say it out loud but you want it. So, instead of verbally, you decided to grip onto his clothe, giving him permission to initiate the action.

Wooyoung swore he would have claim your lip and kiss it as if his life is depending on it. However, someone interrupted him, again, by clearing his throat loudly.

It took Wooyoung every cells inside him not to pick a fight with the person – San. Right, this is his house too. He did not believe that he really forgot the existence of his boyfriend in this house.

San who was standing at the kitchen entrance with his arms folded, raised his brows slightly.

“Hate to break it to you baby but she is mine too, remember?”

There it is. The playful mocking tone of San. It was rare for the older guy to act like this but when he do, you can see smoke coming out of Wooyoung’s nose.

You shake your head lightly before letting yourself out from Wooyoung and wrap your arms around the other guy’s neck. In return, he wraps his arms around you, his hands caressing your side gently.

“Welcome home, my princess,” he muttered against your head. You let out a soft hum as you bury your face against his neck, feeling more of his warmth.

San can sense a fit of jealousy coming from the younger guy. So, he holds out one of his arms for Wooyoung, asking him to join the hug.

Even though the man rolled his eyes, he still walks towards the two of you and secures his arms at your side, his hands on San’s shoulder. The three of you spend a few moments in a group hug.

Finally, you are together with the boys again. Finally, your longing towards both of them cure. Finally, you have them back in your arms.

You vow to yourself that you will not leave them behind anymore. True, being in a polyamory relationship is different. But, three is just a number.

You can never ask for something better than this – and the boys felt the same way.

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“You know, being with me doesn’t mean I give you free access to use my room as your own,” you said as you look at the two boys.

One is currently flipping through your novel pages on your bed, while the older one is writing his assignment on your study table, using your laptop.

Wooyoung shifts the book in his hand to the side so he can directly look at you with a sheepish grin.

“I don’t care. Besides, your room smells super good. I’m addicted to it,” he said.

You roll your eyes and shake your head at the man. Walking towards San, you put your bag on the floor and take a peek from his shoulder.

“Still have a lot to write?”

San shakes his head at your question, indicating no. Your hands move to his arms and massage his muscle gently, hoping that it can make him less tense.

A soft hum slips out of his lip. “It feels nice,” he said.

You just smile at yourself hearing those words. It makes you feel proud whenever he compliments you, even if it is just a small thing.

As a reply, you bring your face closer to him and place a soft peck against his cheek.

“Finish it up quickly and then we can cuddle,” you whispered. Both of you laugh lightly at each other before he takes your arms and circle it around his neck and continue writing his assignment.

You and San were in peace for a few moments, until Wooyoung decided to interrupt the situation by purposely clearing his throat out loud.

Turning your head to the man, you can see him staring at the two of you with jealousy in his eyes. A scoff came out of your mouth at his childishness.

To satisfy the younger ones, you unwrap your arms from San and move towards your bed so you can cuddle with your other man.

His eyes instantly become soft as you play with his hair. In his mind, he keeps on repeating to himself, how lucky he is to have such a woman like you by his side forever.

Without saying anything, he lifts himself slightly to surprise you with a kiss on the lip. It was just a short one, but you can still feel the softness of his own against yours.

To say that you were stunned for a while is understandable, but you manage to regain your composure after a few seconds.

“Where did that come from, hm?”

Wooyoung said nothing. However, his mouth instantly forms a smile and his hand reaches up to push a strand of your hair to the back of your ear.

Closing the gap between both of you, he leans his forehead against yours, the smile still apparent on his face as he mutters, “I love you.”

You are not sure why, yet, a tear escapes from your eyes as he said those words to you. Although he was the annoying one – and still is – between him and San, you cannot deny that you love and care for him, just as much as you feel for San.

This time, a smile form on your face and your hand move to touch his cheek.

“I love you too, dumbass.”

You did not realize that San had already finished with his assignment until an arm suddenly circles itself around your waist.

You glance at the man behind you just to see him already looking at you with his usual soft and loving gaze.

“Am I interrupting something,” he asked in a teasing tone.

The same smile is still on your face as you shake your head at him. You straighten your body so that your back is directly on the bed with each man on your side.

San pushes himself from the bed a bit to kiss your lip and move his head to the crook of your neck. None of you speak a word, leaving the room in silence for a few moments.

“We are going to be together forever, right?”

The two boys look at each other before they get closer to you with wide smiles displayed on their faces.

“Together,” the older one muttered.

“Forever,” the younger one ended.

- The End -

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brideofcthulhu10 · 4 years

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I know I ask alot but could you do a story about the reader getting kidnapped and being held hostage against the boys as black mail or something and the boys coming to save them.

Don't even worry about it! I don't want any of you to feel guilty about multiple asks, there are no limits! Ask as much as you want.

So this is a bit rough, but I will defend my portrayal of the Frog Brothers. Remember they were willing to stake Star and Laddie TWICE, even when they were helping them, just because they were half vampires. A girl and a little boy were still a threat. With that being said, I hope you still enjoy

Taken from Your Bed

Fem!Reader x Poly! Lost Boys

CONTENT WARNING: Blood, Gore, Offensive Language, Subjects of Torture

The idea of a polyamorous relationship was something you had never considered in 17 years of living. The whole idea sounded so complex, sharing someone you loved with multiple people, or multiple people sharing and loving you? It just sounded like a huge mess.

But when it came down to it, you could never choose between the beautiful vampires that had become absolutely smitten with you. What had started as a summertime time fling with the youngest and most perfect glam rocker, Paul, had evolved into a blossoming romance with his brothers. Late summer nights of riding through wind-warped beach dunes and cool morning naps were your new life. Your house had never really felt like a home even before you were coaxed into the arms of your blood sucking princes, and soon you just stopped coming back. Honestly they didn't even look for you. You'd be eighteen soon, you had graduated early from high school, there wasn't exactly much else to be done. It wasn't a surprise that your family was indifferent, you always questioned whether or not your parents had even wanted children. So, in the dark of the night they swooped in, liberating them of your belongings, and your presence. No note, no farewell, just an empty room with empty drawers.

Some days it would depress you. The subtle rejection hurt, but those days never lasted long. Any signs of tears and they'd be piling on you with a plethora of love. Paul would always remind you it didn't matter. You were with them now! Anyone else can burn in hell. The old cove where Star had slept was made up for you. They were more than happy to trash anything belonging to that treacherous girl. Battery powered fairy lights were hung across worn wooden bed posts, streams of colorful curtains kept you well shielded from any intruders, a mountain of stuffed toys from various trips to the boardwalk decorated the floor and your bed. They even managed to dig up a dusty old dresser for you clothes, and amongst your glamourous new cave dwelling, more often than not at least one of the boys would share the bed with you. On special occasions they'd all fall asleep with you in the middle between piles of plushies and pillows. Each one loved to spend time with you on and off the boardwalk.

Marko was up for absolutely anything as long as he could be with you. You'd read out chapters of The Outsiders while he burrowed in your lap, just entranced by your soothing voice. He'd beg you to sing to him, just to get a glimpse of what that entailed. You could sound like a dying seagull and he'd still call it a serenade. On lazy days he would let you practice painting his nails when you got bored, or brush his hair. That was his favorite. Paul would whine that he wants his hair brushed too, only for David to interject that it's his turn next. Yes, even David loves having your attention on him. When you aren't sitting pretty in his lap, he's laying lazily against you while you run your fingers through snowy blonde hair. If you get him relaxed enough he'll let out a low, growling hum. You started calling it a sleepy bear sound. Your time with David was often mellow, wrapped in his arms while he read. Eventually you'd grow curious and peek at the pages, asking him to read out loud. "Only for you kitten." He'd whisper.

Dwayne could braid your hair for hours, telling you old stories his granny would tell him passed on from centuries. Your favorite is the wendigo, the story of settlers driven to cannibalism after being trapped in a cruel winter, doomed to roam as superhuman beasts. It makes you wonder if what they had seen were ancient vampires? He'd chuckled, throwing in a casual "maybe" then ask if you wanted feathers woven in your hair as well. Uh, yes please! Dwayne always made sure you were taking care of yourself. If you hadn't eaten that day it was suddenly top priority. He'll remind you the importance of 7 cups of water a day, plenty of rest- until you point out he does none of that. He'd then argue he's undead, that doesn't count.

When Paul had his turn he'd be ecstatic. You'd both head bang to blasting music off the rock box, fix each other's hair in wild teased messes, sneak in a bit of heavy petting. Watching tv became a staple thanks to some rusty generator you "found" on a fisherman's boat after he… disappeared under mysterious circumstances. With a bowl of popcorn he'll pop in a scary movie, savoring those jumps that made you hide in his chest. It was too adorable! As soon as the other boys saw you two watching a film they'd all join and Paul would huff about his private time being commandeered.

Even with all of this, you had still decided to remain human much to their dismay. It wasn't that you didn't want to be a vampire. But after the Frog Brothers nearly wiped them out, the boys needed someone to be a daytime watch guard. You weren't supposed to fight anyone, just raise an alarm if there were trespassers. The thought of that made you pout. It's not like you couldn't handle yourself. Sure you weren't Bruce Li, but you had a few street brawl victories under your belt. You could certainly handle those Frog dorks.

Or so you had thought.

That night you were absolutely positive no one had seen you, you certainly weren't supposed to be seen. It was 4:35 am, almost the entire boardwalk was scattered by now with most of the families long gone home. The lights were being shut off, rides had been closed hours ago. Only a few party animal adults still lingered at the bars making last calls, lazily returning to their beds after a draining night. A dense fog had started to roll in, coating the moon and beach in a haze. The foreboding swoon promised possible rain the following day. Taking advantage of the ethereal beauty the night was, you had lured two absolutely wasted surfer guys that had been stumbling across the boardwalk now eagerly following you through the misty sands expecting a night of thrills once you reached the caves. Calmly humming, you dragged your toes over the damp sands while wisps of ocean waves tempted to reach your feet. At the last stretch you waded through the shallows, cautiously climbing up onto slick mossy rocks when you reached the mouth of the cave. "C'mon boys. My friends are just dying to meet you," you purred.

The high fives and penis innuendos were short lived when a flurry of dark figures swooped them into the air. You simply say atop the wet rocks with your knees delicately held against your chest. The screams and gurgled cries were lost to the ocean, and soon a familiar face poked from above looking into the cave.

"Peek-a-boo," Marko teased, hanging off the roof of the cave before swinging next to you. "Have I ever told you, you have awesome taste in meals for a human?"

"Is that you, or the boozey blood talking," you asked with a giggle, smearing the blood off his cheeks to steal a quick kiss.

"Bow don't go taking all of her, Marko." You looked up, watching David swoop in coated in bloody stains with Paul and Dwayne trailing behind.

"Sorry I could only bring you five people tonight guys, the fog coming in scared off whatever was left on the boardwalk. I barely caught those last two leaving the bar."

"Don't even kitty-cat, you already brought us way more than we expected," Paul protested, hanging on your shoulders from behind.

Dwayne nodded, still leaning up against the soggy cave. "Five is enough to keep us full, princess, you did plenty."

So with another successful night of feeding the boys were left ready to rest as 5 am rolled around. The sun tempted to rise before they had reached the cave, the boys slipping away to their dark hovel after giving you a mess of good night, or rather, good morning kisses. Although you often went to bed shortly after a night out, this morning you felt a surge of energy keeping you up. Thankfully it was a gloomy grey sky, causing minimal sunlight to burst through the slivers and cracks leaving the possibility still open that one of them would come to sleep beside you. Until then you chiseled away the boredom with a pair of headphones and a pile of comic books, flipping through the pages with eager anticipation for the next scene. Two hours barely dragged by, leaving you rolling over your bed in misery. Staring at the ceiling you debated sneaking into the cave. Maybe drag a blanket and a pillow, cuddle up on the ledge.. and then David would give you an earful for not only sleeping where you could fall but climbing through the tunnels. Oh well. It was only- 7:30 am. Perhaps you should spend the day out? But, something felt off.

You sat up, pulling off your headphones trying to listen for anything out of the ordinary. There was a disturbing still to the room, even the ocean sounded distant.

Then without warning, a firm hand clamped over your mouth from behind. You tried to wildly thrash and scream, but the sounds were heavily muffled under the thick layers of a towel. There seemed to be another who was running in front of you to grab at your wild legs still getting in every possible hit you could. They were whisper-yelling, demanding you keep your voice down. To hell with that! You managed to kick one in the face! The struggle dragged out for easily five minutes by this point. It always seemed to work faster in fiction, instead it dragged out for what felt like forever. The scent burned your lungs, it was getting harder to breathe, your resistance wavered as the drag of exhaustion continued to claw at your eyes. Your violent thrashing became a few heavy swings of your shoulders, until you could barely move anymore. It was impossible to fight the monstrous sleep they forced you into. Your body dropped into unconsciousness, finally able to breathe as you slipped away in the darkness.

Marko stirred in his sleep, swearing he could hear you screaming just outside. It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he was able to relax. Quiet as the day is long. It must've been his imagination.

Flutters of light faded in and out of your peripheral vision. The more you saw, the more you heard. Two grumbling voices bickering back and forth.

"- I say we should just ice her now!"

"Not until we can smoke the rest of 'em out! A vampire rarely travels alone these days! The rest of them won't kill us as long as we have her!"

A verbal groan alerted their attention towards you as you shifted in place. It was still daytime, maybe mid afternoon? You honestly couldn't tell. When you tried to sit up you felt a sharp, worn resistance that kept your arms firmly in place. The rope rubbed your wrists raw. Your boots couldn't get any traction on the floor, it was covered in dust and old hay. Finally you were able to see those responsible for your capture.

"Oh you have got to be kidding," you announced, glaring at the two camo-clad brothers posing like suburban commandos. This was some old dusty barn, and you were kidnapped by the self proclaimed vampire hunters of Santa Carla, the Frog Brothers, Edgar and Allan. Typical.

"So, you guys have gone from murder to kidnapping. Well, I guess that's progress."

"The only murderer here is you, blood sucker," Edgar gruffly retorted, pointing a freshly sharpened stake in your face.

"Vampire? I'm in the sun you idiot!"

"We all know about you half bloods being in sunlight, you can't fool us." You didn't even realize the tall one spoke. His sneering upper lip wouldn't cease to display the disgust he held against you.

"You two must be sniffing too much old newsprint," you snorted. "There's no such thing as vampires."

That's when Edgar got close, tilting your chin up with the stake. "We saw you drawing those civilians to the cave for your little monster buddies."

His words hit you heavily. You were certain you had been careful, utterly positive. Instead not only had you been tailed, you had exposed the boys to a group of radical nutcases ready to kill. Now it was personal. Steeling your resolve, you took in a deep breath. "So what?"

Allan yanked you by your shirt, looking back into your eyes with his own hate. "Where are the others," he hissed.

With everything you had you tilted your head back and bashed your forehead against his. The force made your ears ring. They always did it in the movies, but no one ever said just how much it hurt. There was a dull sting where your skull had taken the brunt end of the attack while it traveled all the way to the back, a small trickle of what you could only assume was blood dripping off your forehead. Meanwhile the teen had fallen onto his back atop the filthy floor still grasping his forehead with a groan, Edgar jumping up over Allan ready to drive that stake into your heart.

"No!" Allan grabbed his brother by his shirt, just before it came inches to your heart. "We need her alive… for now."

With a smirk you sloshed around the spit in your mouth. As soon as Edgar turned to face you, you sent the congealed saliva in a forceful blast across. Direct hit. Edgar wiped away the disgusting phlegm off his eyes and in his rage quickly uncapped a bottle of holy water. Yes, a full water bottle of it, and doused you in it.

Great. Now you were tied up. bleeding, AND WET. You gave them a disinterested glare, cocking an eyebrow. "So, again, not a vampire. Believe me now?"

The two looked at each other and quickly huddled. They would mutter amongst themselves, occasionally peeking above to glare at you and your rolling eyes. Alright, so you were human. Even a head vampire couldn't be out in daylight, and half vampires couldn't handle holy water. But in a way that only made it worse! A living servant of the undead, a spy to lure helpless victims into their grasp, a caretaker of evil! A traitor to your own kind! That settled it then.

Groaning even grew tiresome by this point. You tried to wiggle out of your crude bonds, but you had to give them some semblance of credit, this was a damn good knot!

"Alright," Edgar boomed, catching you off guard. "You may be a human, but any ally of the undead is still an enemy, and we're not showing you an ounce of mercy!"

Allan nodded, and suddenly the atmosphere took a turn for gloomy. He watched with disinterest as you tried to wedge your heel into the ground to scoot away from them but it seemed to have no use. The struggle had you thrashing until you lost balance, flopping over on your side. He stomped over and wrenched you up by your shirt, this time keeping a cautious distance from your head.

"If they're keeping you alive.. they must think you have some sort of value." Alan finally knelt down to your level with your shirt still clutched in his left hand, brandishing a hunting knife with the right. The glint of it shined in your eyes in a cruel afternoon glow. In its looming reflective surface you could see your own e/c eyes as wide as saucers. They didn't see you as human. You were an ally of their greatest enemy, just as "evil" as the vampires they were so determined to hunt. Being human was no longer a bargaining chip to prevent injury. "Call to them."

Your teeth ground until they hurt, jaw locked in place. "Go to fucking hell," you hiss.

Before you could land another blow to Allan's smug face, Edgar had grabbed you from behind to keep you in place. The blade lightly caressed the flesh of your upper arm, catching the folds of your skin leaving tiny knicks. It tempted the surface to break beneath it's cruel will as Allan repeated his command through gritted teeth. "Call. Them."

Threats of torture weren't enough to break your silence. Fine, so be it. The tip dug into your arm, skin peeling away in a stream of ruby leaving a trail behind. You sucked in a sharp hiss, but bit on your tongue before you could yelp.There was no way you'd let them get to the boys. If you had to die so they could live, so be it. You wouldn't let out so much as a whimper. Do your worst.

Late afternoon dragged out, clinging tightly to every ticking second until the sun gave way under its own weary weight. The moment night lifted, crowing hoots echoed the cave. Freedom at last! Paul swung out of the cave brimming with excitement, Dwayne flying out behind him and crashing onto a couch leaving a cloud of dust for him to sneeze out. David was the last to waltz out, looking towards your corner. Odd. You were usually the first up to greet them. It'd become almost expected by this point. Sensing David's confusion along with his own, Marko gleefully jumped down from the rafters over debris to reach your bed. Someone was certainly sleeping in!

"Y/N? C'mon baby girl, wake up! Time for..," he paused, pulling away the curtains to find your bed a disheveled mess. Your cassette tape had been eaten to shreds by your portable player, magazines and books thrown on the floor, wads of sheets kicked off topped by discarded plushies. "Guys, c'mere!"

Dwayne quickly jumped up, expecting you to be snuggled in bed like a baby bird in its nest. Instead he stood beside Marko and looked past the curtains at the disarray your little corner had become.

"Since when does Y/N go out this late at night," Paul questioned from behind the two. Whoa, did a tornado come through here? He hopped over, pulling the trashed tape from your player.

"She doesn't," David said slowly, a flood of concern spilling into his head. Fully pushing the curtains away they all stepped in, looking for any sign of where you had gone.

Paul managed to wedge out the mess of black threading and plastic, getting a good look at what you had been listening to. Def Leppard's Hysteria Album. He had scrounged up some dough a few months ago for your birthday, you guys spent the whole weekend listening to it. For some reason you liked their gifts even more when they didn't just steal them. This was your favorite thing from him.. you'd never just leave it in the player to get trashed. "Dude what happened here?"

David lifted your blankets, noticing an unfamiliar scent intruding over your delicate aroma. Someone else had been here. Someone who shouldn't have been here.

Marko was able to catch whiff of a gnarly chemical scent, bitter. Crouching down, it was almost missed. Amongst your belongings was an unfamiliar towel stained with some sort of fluid. Peeling the soggy rag off the ground he took a whiff and immediately scrunched up his nose. "Hey, David, man. Smell this. Is it familiar?"

David caught the drenched towel tossed his way and barely had to smell it to recognize the stench. Throwing it down he began storming out, standing in the center of the room trying to listen for your heartbeat. None.

"What is it? Where is she," Paul demanded. This was getting to be too much.

"This isn't a coincidence boys," David hissed, looking their way. "Someone took Y/N. That rag was drenched in some sort of concentrated chemical."

The boys grew solemn, David's words setting into each of them. Paul was enraged, already his red eyes seeping through. How dare anyone take you from him! He'll rip them apart!

Marko's silence held a cruel storm ready to burst, biting on his thumb to stifle any unsteady rage. All he could picture were horrid images of you being hurt. Fear and guilt overwhelmed him. That wasn't a dream, he really had heard you earlier crying for help. The shame of it made him clench his eyes shut. A cacophony of blame riddled his heart knowing you had been taken just beneath their noses. He shouldn't have left you alone, he should have checked on you the moment he thought something was wrong!

Dwayne stood in silence, slamming his fist against the wall. Crumbles of concrete dusted his busted knuckles that quickly healed in place. You were supposed to be theirs, and he failed to protect you! "We have to find her," he choked out, pushing a mess of black hair from his furrowed brow. The not knowing was killing him. It was killing all of them. You weren't just missing, you were stolen while they slept only feet away.

Even David felt an internal rage unlike anything he'd felt before, not only at the perpetrators, but at himself. A beast among men, eternal life with a bounty of strength worth a thousand. What fucking good was it when while he slept you were torn from your bed? But another thought sat heavy in his heart. Their hearing was impeccable, damn near perfect. Why hadn't you called them? A scream, a cry would be enough! He began to march over to your bed again, but a new perspective had just granted him a moment of clarity. Hidden just under your blankets was a broken strip of red cloth one could only assume was a headband. Clasped tightly in vengeful fists, David's eyes turned bloodshot. He knew exactly who took you.

You weren't even sure how many hours had gone by at this point. The brother's grew restless at your resolve. While they regrouped in the corner to reevaluate their plan, you had found a nail jutting out from the floorboards to scrape your ankles on, slowly sawing away the worn rope that kept your legs together. Any movement stung. Cuts decorated up your exposed thighs and arms. Fresh blood caked over dried wounds, dirt became mud by this point from the excessive wounds and had smeared up your legs. They had conflicting feelings about throwing any swings your way. You were surprised to hear Edgar verbally voice his hesitations regarding unleashing a blow on a girl. Allan stepped in, but came to the same conclusion that he couldn't hit you. Well, after four good catches to your face. Utterly moronic, a knife was far more painful. Perhaps it gave them some sort of distance from you, punching was just too personal. Still, your busted lip was not appreciative of the last minute sentiment. Part of you wanted to mock them. If you're going to kidnap and torture someone go all the way at least, don't puss out half way through. But, you had other plans. You rapidly ran the rope across the nail while they bickered back and forth, nearly there.. and then you heard a massive thud land on the roof.

No. No not yet. You quickly dragged your feet as fast as you could while the brothers flew into a panic. But now your feet were free. Using your knees you hoisted yourself up to the nail, rapidly dragging your arms across to saw the straw away. Edgar and Allan began checking each other for weapons, and right as the rammed into the door again your wrists came free. Right!

You dashed for the brothers, snatching the bottles of water and dumping out every drop into the ground. They ran to grab you as you tried to bolt out the door, almost able to see Marko in the air above when suddenly someone had grabbed a fistful of your hair. That was enough to make you scream. A chunk was ripped from your scalp, the rest still tightly grasped in Edgar's fist.

David watched you bolt out the rickety old barn, ready to fly down to you until they caught you in their grasp. Paul didn't even hesitate once they snatched you back, that is until he caught sight of a shimmering glare wedged tightly against your throat.

"Get back," Edgar demanded, twisting your arm. The pain rang up through your back to the point you feared your shoulder was being pulled out of place. Your breathing began to become shallow when something cold slid on your throat, Edgar's free hand pressing the blade to your throat so tightly a thin line formed beneath it.

"You're fucking dead, you little shit," Marko hissed, jumping off the tin roof.

"M-Marko," you whimpered. You didn't dare move an inch.

"Back off death breath! Or your little pet becomes your next meal!"

With that warning Edgar tilted the blade just beneath your chin.

You tried to pull your head back to keep your distance from the foreboding piece, looking at Marko with fear.

"I'm sorry…"

Marko took a step back, unsure of how to approach this. Any moves he made could result in you being taken. He could see the barrage of wounds coating your skin. It made his shoulders shake, just aching to rip this punk's head off.

From inside the barn Dwayne hovered over the rafters, shattering the bulb that provided the only light in the room. Left in the dark, Allan grasped at the wooden stake in his hand. He could hear Dwayne rapidly flying through the barn, but he could never move fast enough to see him. "Come out you coward!"

Allan's scream alerted Edgar to his brother, turning his head just soon enough to watch him bled dry. Dwayne pried his fangs from the limp teen with a disgusted snarl in the dark, chucking the corpse at his brother's feet.

"NOOOOO!"

You took the chaos as an opportunity to escape, knocking his hand off of you and trying to bolt forward. Paul flew to snatch you, his hands tightly wrapped around yours when he heard the most hideous sound. Flesh tearing, bones cracking under the pressure with squelches of blood pittering down into the ground. His fingers trembled watching your delicate face drop in horror.

Edgar stood behind, only seeing the red of his rage as he drive the knife further into the small of your back. "Die you witch bitch!"

Those were his last words as David jutted his hand through Edgar's chest. You screamed in horror watching Edgar barely have a reaction to his own heart being held outside his body, collapsing into a hollow husk of flesh. What air you had was rapidly escaping your lungs, falling in a cascade into Paul's arms.

"No, no no! Y/N!" He dropped to his knees, holding you tightly against him. David knelt down beside you two, Marko running and skidding on his knees beside you while Dwayne leaned over you. They were all holding back tears, David's hand brushing over the hilt of the knife still jutting out.

"I'm so sorry," you hiccups between tears, fingers tangled in Paul's jacket. "I co-couldn't… let them g-get you."

Marko shushed you, running his fingers through your hair. "Its okay baby girl, we know. Just hang on, okay?"

David wedged you into a sitting position onto his knees, looking at Paul. "As soon as I pull," he began, pushing your hair away from your neck ", you bite."

The suggestion sent chills through you. "B-but.."

"Y/N, kitten, it's right through your lumbar artery," David whispered softly, lightly tapping the hilt with his gloved hand sending a dull pain through your entire back. "This has gotta come out. But when I pull it out, you could bleed to death."

"Please don't leave us, baby girl." Marko held your hand, looking at you in fear. He wasn't ready to lose you. None of them were. If you had to turn to stay with them, they'd do it in a heartbeat.

With a slow breath in, you hugged yourself against David and closed your eyes. Paul moved beside your neck as instructed, but Dwayne and Marko each took one of your wrists in their grasp. They all wanted to turn you. "O..okay.. d-do it.."

David kissed your cheek softly, clutching his hand around the knife. It hardly put up any resistance against his vampiric strength. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but cry out. Tears flooded your face, nails dragging against David's jacket. When they could see the tip of the blade surface, Paul dove his fangs into your shoulder. David bit into the left side of your neck, while Marko and Dwayne tore into your wrists. What should take hours only took moments.

Marko held onto you, closing his eyes tightly trying to muscle through your agonized cries before pulling his mouth off. Tears spilled from Paul's eyes, tearing away before he lost control. The taste of your bittersweet blood lingered on his tongue. Dwayne and David held you in place, and finally you had felt your heart stall, then stop.

You didn't need to catch your breath anymore, there was no longer any breath left to catch. "I'm sorry… I'm so so sorry,:" you whimpered, buried against David's chest. "Th-they had holy water, they were going to ambush you… I-I couldn't risk it.."

"No more, kitten," David shushed, holding your head on his chest.

"Don't worry about it princess." Dwayne ran his hands over your hair, kissing the top of your head. "This won't happen again."

"We are never letting you out of our sight again," Marko cooed, nuzzling your hand against his face. Paul gently kissed your available cheek, looking up at the black sky shifting to grey. "Guys, the sun's comin' up."

"So it is." David lifted you bridal style into his arms, kissing you softly. "Let's get you home babygirl. Tonight we'll take you out for your first hunt, but for now, you need your rest."

A burst up wind carried you off into the air, holding on tightly to David as he flew you over the ocean, above the clouds, back to the safety of the hotel. Your home. Forever.

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New Adventures

Warnings: Established poly relationship, fluff, pregnancy, birth, slight angst if you squint, fluff.

Summary: Jared, Jensen, and Y/N give an exclusive interview, breaking the news of their relationship and pregnancy to the public. Baby is born and they celebrate Christmas.

Pairing: J2 x Reader

Word Count: 1916

Beta’d by: no beta, all mistakes are my own. Images found on google and pinterest.

A/N: This has a few time jumps in it to fit it in for the Holidays! This is the last installment of To New Beginnings, which originally started as most definitely not a request from @supernatural-jackles, who told me she would love to see me write a J2 x Reader. It has exceeded my expectations and I hope yours too!

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

The days following the wrap party were filled with nerves for Jared, Jensen, and Y/N. After deciding to invite Samantha Highfill and Entertainment Weekly into their home, giving them an exclusive about their relationship and the baby, they were all excited, but definitely nervous. One month felt like a long time, but before they knew it, there was a camera crew set up in their living room.

“How do you feel now, having said goodbye to Dean and Sam Winchester, and Y/C/N?” Sam started off easy.

“We’ve had this question at conventions before and even now, the answer is the same,” Jensen began. “It’s not goodbye. Sam and Dean have been a part of us for the last fifteen years. I know Dean as well as I know myself and he’ll always be here.” He patted his chest.

“Jensen’s right. I was Y/C/N for only five years, but she’ll always be a part of me. We put so much of ourselves into our characters, that they’ll never truly be gone,” Y/N added.

Jared cleared his throat, clearly already a little emotional. “Never. As long as we, and the Supernatural family, are around, they’ll always be here.”

The easy questions continued for about thirty minutes, not that the next question Sam asked was difficult, but they all knew it was coming and this was the one they had prepared for all week.

“So what projects are on the horizon for you guys? Jensen, what do you have lined up?” Sam looked to Jensen first.

“It’s odd, you know? For the first time in twenty-three years, I am officially unemployed. I decided to take some time off, indefinitely. We’ll still be doing conventions here and there, and there’s the charity work, but I haven’t signed on for anything, filming wise,” Jensen informed her.

“Nothing caught your eye, yet?” Sam assumed.

“No, it’s nothing like that. We’ve all had some very interesting scripts sent to us, but for the time being, we’re concentrating on ourselves, our family, for the first time in a long time,” Jared added.

“What about you, Y/N? You taking time off, too?” Samantha inquired, hoping at least one of them had some interesting news to share. “Tell me you’ve got some top secret role up your sleeve for us.”

“There’s literally nothing up my sleeve, as you can see” Y/N laughed lifting her arms in her flowing tank, growing a little more nervous now that the attention was solely on her. “But I am taking on a new role before the end of the year.”

“That’s great! Care to share some juicy details about your new role?” Sam exclaimed.

“Well, I can tell you I am incredibly excited and terrified at the same time. It’s going to be a long term role, but I have the two best partners a girl could ask for going into it. It will be my most extensive and hopefully my most prominent role ever,” Y/N rattled.

“Sounds exhilarating! Is the role filled with some badassery in true Y/C/N fashion?” Sam winked at her.

“She will definitely be the badassest in this new role,” Jared laughed.

“Dude, that is not a word,” Jensen sighed. “I think what Jared is not so eloquently trying to say is that while the role is still being developed, Y/N here will be amazing and more than perfect for it.”

“Thank you both. I know we’ve got you more than a little perplexed, Sam. It’s motherhood. I’m pregnant,” Y/N finally blurted it out. They hadn’t told many people, only their immediate family and close friends. It felt real telling someone they barely knew and only in a professional capacity.

“What? Wow! Congratulations, Y/N! Who is the lucky man?”

“Well, that’s another story altogether,” Y/N said quietly. Jared and Jensen immediately picked up on her increased nervousness. Each of them picked up one of her hands in theirs and held tight.

“We are,” Jared and Jensen said at the same time.

The look on the journalists face told them she definitely was not expecting their answer and it took a moment for her to pull her thoughts together. “The three of you are...together then?”

“Polyamorus relationships remain taboo in this day and age, but throughout history they were quite common. No one person can give you everything you need. There are so many facets to a relationship and being someone’s everything is a hell of a lot of pressure, when you think about it. I personally feel that’s why more than half of marriages end in divorce. We’ve been together for about eighteen months now and every day keeps getting better,” Jared explained. “And the new roles we’ve embarked on are going to be our most extraordinary.”

“I’m thrilled to be a father. Scared as hell, but I know it will be worth every sleepless night,” Jensen interjected.

“Do you know which one of you is the father?” Samantha asked.

“We don’t know and we’re not going to find out,” Y/N began. “To us, it doesn’t matter. This baby will be loved beyond belief.”

“Our DNA? Mine or Jared’s, won’t dictate how much love we already have for this baby. We’re halfway to meeting our little bundle of joy and none of us can wait to truly begin this new chapter of our lives,” Jensen elaborated.

“It’s all about nurture for this baby. Nature will have nothing to do with it,” Jared added.

The interview continued for a few more minutes and as soon as the door closed, Y/N collapsed into a heap on the sofa. “I’m exhausted!”

“That was intense, but you were great, darlin’,” Jensen sat beside her, pulling her feet into his lap and rubbing them gently.

“I know we said we were ready, but now, I’m even more nervous,” Y/N admitted. “What if people hate us? They’re going to think we’re crazy!”

“Hey, hey now. We talked about this. Those that matter don’t care and those that care don’t matter, right? All that matters is how we feel and what we know to be the truth,” Jared reminded her, taking a seat as well, placing her head in his lap. “There will be haters no matter what, but there will also be a fuck ton of people that are really happy for us.”

“I know and you’re right. Thank you. I’m going to take a nap, but we’re still going shopping for the nursery, right?” Y/N looked up at both her men and they nodded in agreement. Jensen covered her with a light blanket, both of them kissing her softly before letting her rest. They decided to finish cleaning out one of the spare rooms that they planned on for the nursery. The next four months would go by in the blink of an eye.

~*~

“I hate you both!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs as another contraction seized her body and she pushed once again. Y/N had been admitted to the hospital four hours earlier after her water broke.

“Darlin’, you’re doing such a good job. We’re so proud of you. Just a few more pushes and you’ll be done and we’ll have our baby in our arms, okay?” Jensen encouraged from his spot on her right. One hand under her knee, the other in a death grip in hers.

“You’re so strong, baby. We love you so much,” Jared cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to her sweat soaked hairline. Her body relaxed slightly as the contraction eased, but he knew they weren’t done yet.

“I love you. I’m sorry I yelled,” Y/N cried. Her body was sore and exhausted from the labor. She didn’t think she could go on and then another contraction hit.

“Okay, Y/N, one more and the baby’s head should be out. Push hard for me,” the doctor instructed. “Dads, help her out, we’re almost there.”

Tears feel freely from her eyes as she bore down, Jared and Jensen each pushing her legs up and her back forward as she pushed. Screams tore through the room. Jared and Jensen caught each others eyes, both wet with their own tears, because they knew there was absolutely nothing they could do to make it easier on her.

“Okay, the head is out! One more hard push, Mama, and your baby will be here,” the doctor informed them. A moment later, a cry sounded and it gave Y/N the strength to keep going.

Y/N gave it her all and she felt the pressure ease. “It’s a boy!”

Born one week early on Halloween of all days, Jack Winchester Padalecki-Ackles weighed in at a very healthy eight pounds, three ounces and twenty-one inches long. Wrapped in a soft blanket, he slept peacefully in his mother’s arms, a bright orange pumpkin cap on his head.

~*~

The room was lit only by the lights of the Christmas tree and the moon shining through the large glass windows overlooking the mountains of Vancouver. Y/N sat nestled comfortably on the sofa, nursing Jack before bed. Christmas had been a busy time for the new family with all three sets of parents visiting to spend time with them.

Jensen carried a tray of hot chocolate and set it down on the table in front of her. As she shifted Jack over her shoulder to burp him, Jared swooped him up, Jensen handing her a steaming mug. “Take a break, darlin’.”

An enormous belch escaped their baby and the three of them giggled softly.

“Our first Christmas as a family is in the books,” Jared said quietly, Jack dozing in his father’s arms.

“And a great Christmas it was,” Jensen added, taking a sip of his cocoa.

“Mhmm,” Y/N agreed, yawning contentedly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “But it’s not over yet. Jen, would you check Jack’s stocking one more time, please?”

“What did you do now, Y/N?” he chuckled, getting up and moving to the mantle. He pulled a small package from inside the hand knitted stocking and returned to the sofa.

“Well, open it!” Y/N insisted, the smile on her face growing with each passing second.

Jensen tore the paper open and revealed a small flat box. Ripping the tape from the sides, he lifted the top and his eyes went wide as saucers. Jensen looked up from the gift, meeting her gaze first, then Jared’s. “Are you serious?”

She nodded excitedly. “I know we didn’t exactly talk about it, but we also didn’t do anything to prevent it. By next Christmas, we’ll have another baby. Merry Christmas, Jen. And you too, Jared.” She leaned over kissing them both, before placing a soft kiss to the top of Jack’s head, his fine hair tickling her lips.

Jared took the box from Jensen and looked at the small shirt inside. “Big brother.”

“I’m loving this new adventure,” Jensen declared, wrapping his arm around Y/N tightly and kissing her lips.

Jared reached over, taking her hand in his. “This really is the best adventure ever and there isn’t anyone I’d rather share it with than the two of you and our little ones.”

The Whole Enchilada: @iwantthedean @dolphincliffs @mrswhozeewhatsis @meganwinchester1999 @cherrycokegirls1 @closetspngirl @roxyspearing @flamencodiva @blacktithe7 @sis-tafics @just-another-busyfangirl @evansrogerskitten @amanda-teaches @hannahindie @wotinspntarnation @winchesterprincessbride @winecatsandpizza @kickingitwithkirk @wi-deangirl77 @hobby27 @mogaruke @gh0stgurl @alleiradayne @idreamofplaid @seenashwrite @manawhaat @crashdevlin @thoughtslikeaminefield @emoryhemsworth

The Dean’s List/Jensen’s Jamboree: @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @dean-winchesters-bacon @maddiepants @adoptdontshoppets @supernatural-jackles @akshi8278

The Sam Sin-dicate / Jared’s Menagerie: @supernatural-jackles

#j2 x reader #j2 x reader fluff #Jensen Ackles #Jared Padalecki #Jared x Jensen x Reader #supernatural rpf

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 4 years

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Courtney’s 4K/Quarantine Writing Challenge!!

So, not only did I hit 4,000 followers a little while ago (thank you all so much again for that!) but we’re also all stuck inside for the foreseeable future and I know we’re all bored out of our minds (or at least I am) and I don’t read anywhere near enough fics as I should (and as I want to) so I figured since I’m going a Write Fest on my own blog to celebrate 4K (I’ll link it here if you want to check it out) I thought I could extend that to all of you guys as well!

So yeah, writing challenge, premise is pretty simple, I’ve hosted a couple before (lowkey flops but we move), you read the rules, abide by them, pick a prompt and a character and you write!

As always with me, I’m a nerd and so the prompts are split into categories - there are song lyrics, book quotes, comedy quotes and film quotes to choose from!

I hope you guys want to join in with this! I love reading what you guys write and this could be a really fun way to just keep us all moving and inspired over the next few months :)

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing!

10) Use the hashtag #Courts4KWritingChallenge

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with

12) The deadline for this is 15th July (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

1) Any of the BoRhap dudes and their characters

2) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

3) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

4) Richard Madden (+ his characters)

5) Taron Egerton (+ his characters)

6) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

7) Smosh Members

8) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

9) Chris Evans (+ his characters)

10) Sebastian Stan (+ his characters)

11) Any of the 5sos guys (poly!5sos fics also both welcomed and encouraged)

12) Stranger Things peeps (Steve, Billy + Robin/their cast counterparts)

13) One Direction guys (Niall, Harry + Louis)

14) Pevensie children

15) Sex Education (cast + characters)

Prompts

Song Lyrics

“Wake up sunshine, somebody loves you” - Wake Up, Sunshine by All Time Low

“When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes you're the only thing that I think I got right” - Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ashton)

“Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor” - Sunflower Vol.6 by Harry Styles

“There'll never be another, I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life” - Black and White by Niall Horan ( @unn--known w/ someone from 1D)

“Let's keep each other safe from the world” - Lucky People by Waterparks

“Never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more” - Drowse by Queen

“And when I touch you I feel happy inside, it's such a feeling that my love I can't hide” - Hold Your Hand by The Beatles ( @flick-ofthe-wrist w/ Roger Taylor)

“It’s hard to think you could ever hate me, but everything's feeling different now” - Too Young by Louis Tomlinson

“All I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you” - 18 by One Direction

“I waited for her call - she always kept me waiting” - The Girl at the Rock Show by Blink-182

Book Quotes

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

“As far as I’m concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.” - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @coupscarat w/ Damien Haas)

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

Comedy Quotes

“You have to treat everybody’s views, no matter what they believe, with respect” “What, even idiots?” Outnumbered

“Well you shouldn’t be prejudiced against fat people, thin people… men who have turned into women, women who have turned into men, gay people, ginger people… people from Liverpool” Outnumbered

“Stand back kids, this school’s insurance policy doesn’t cover blown minds” Bad Education

“Do you think you could stop being so cheeky?” “Do you think you could stop asking stupid questions?” Outnumbered

“I spend my entire life around people. As much as I would like to, it’s almost impossible to avoid them” The Inbetweeners ( @queen-bunnyears w/ Ben Hardy or Sebastian Stan)

“We’re very hufflepuff here, wouldn’t you be happier in slytherin?” Fresh Meat ( @adrenaline-roulette w/ Ben Hardy)

“What’s the best way to make friends?” “Tell a woman you love her, and she says ‘I think we’re just friends’” Jimmy Carr, Jon Richardson

“There’s four things you can be in life: sober, tipsy, drunk and hungover. Tipsy is the only one that you’re not crying” James Acaster

“What’s that on your shorts?” “Oh - it’s called excitement” Smosh

“Full disclosure - I could just be an arsehole” Smosh

Film Quotes

“To me, you are perfect” - Love, Actually

“I wish I knew how to quit you” - Brokeback Mountain

“If you start crying, I’m gonna have to pretend to start crying” - Gifted ( @beysenpai w/ Chris Evans)

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line” - Captain America: The Winter Soldier ( @mamaskillerqueen w/ Steve Harrington)

“Most of the time I just want to staple things to her head” - Bridget Jones’ Diary ( @hardforbenhardy w/ Ben Hardy)

“We’re family. We believe in each other. That’s everything” - Bohemian Rhapsody

“Look around: this guy basically lives in a clue board” - Knives Out

“Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.” - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

"What I'm saying is--and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form--is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way." - When Harry Met Sally ( @acdeaky w/ Ben Hardy)

“You’re loved and have been loved. You’re one of the lucky ones” - Irreplaceable You

#5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #luke hemmings #ben hardy #roger taylor #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #Richard Madden #taron egerton #chris evans #sebastian stan #stranger things #jake gyllenhaal #courts4KWritingChallenge

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littlemisskookie · 5 years

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Loveless: Chapter 7

Loveless: Index Ship: Reader | OT7 Description: Spy/Men in Black!AU | You worked at an institution that dealt with aliens- aliens that were the fictional creatures we were told were from fairy tales. The job entailed love only for it, and nothing else. That’d all change when a mission goes wrong. Warnings: Comedy, Impregnation Kink, Dirty Talk, Switch??, Dry Humping, Oral, Handjob, Size Kink? we got a big dick in this bitch literally, Creampie Word Count: 4,269

Taehyung didn't know why he was so nervous.

It was just you. Agent Q. He had seen you in your silliest moments, like when you stole a living gnome and tried to convince it to stay in your childhood front yard. He had also seen you in your most serious moments, like when you were killed. That scene still haunted him every night, torturing him with relentless nightmares that had him scared to even fall asleep.

He knew you pretty well.

But why was he so nervous to sleep with you?

Sure, he had perhaps the fattest crush on you ever since you had walked into Namjoon's office- but all of the other guys were so chill with the prospect of sleeping with you. Why was Taehyung like this?

He had approached Jimin shortly after he had won the game, hoping to catch some information. He was closest to Jimin, and the guy knew what you liked before the incident that ensued. Or at least, he was supposed to.

"I don't know what to tell you- it was pretty casual sex. Nothing too... weird, I guess?"

"So she was vanilla?"

"Well, no, not exactly. I mean we did do it on top of her desk during the party, so it was a little bit of an exhibition streak. I kept talking about how someone might catch us, so she should be quiet, though I don't think we succeeded considering the fact we were both a little on the tipsy side."

"So just... Exhibitionism and dirty talk? That doesn't sound so bad," Taehyung murmured aloud.

"Yeah, but that was before. She and Hobi can get a little loud once in a while- and it doesn't help that my room's closest to hers. It's not at all like how it was back with me and her."

"What do you mean? I mean, I have suspicions from what I've heard, but I try to give them privacy. I guess now, though, I'd like to at least be prepared."

"Well, it's not anything I haven't heard of. That sort of dominant submission type stuff, you know? There's still the dirty talk if that helps, but it's pretty rough from the sounds of it. He manhandles and makes commands, real alpha type shit."

"So like 50 Shades?"

"I've yet to hear handcuffs."

"God, I don't think I can fill out that sort of role, to be honest," Taehyung admitted.

"You'll be fine," Jimin assured him. "It's natural for her to sexual habits to change along with her urges. Maybe that's just for Hoseok? And if Hobi can do it, why can't you? If it's really a necessity all of us are going to have to learn how to take command. Poor Hoseok can't catch a wink of sleep."

"I guess you're right. More casual, no role type of sex is my deal, like the type you mentioned earlier."

"Then just tell her. Y/N's understanding, she won't make you do anything you don't want to do."

"What if she just tells me not to bother then?"

"As in you can't have sex with her? I mean, you shouldn't do something you don't want to do, so it'd be under-"

"No! I really want to. Really... I guess I'm just nervous," Taehyung excused.

Jimin studied Taehyung for ar moment. "Well, that's natural. Sex is typically a little more spontaneous unless you two have been going at it for a year or more. I remember me and my old girl would fuck every first Thursday of the month- but back on track. Why don't you just ask Hoseok? I'm sure he'd be more helpful at giving advice."

"Yeah... I should."

"Don't tell me you're scared of him too?"

"I'm not!" Taehyung protested. "I just feel like I'm invading their privacy."

"Well, in a sense it's like a poly relationship, therefore you should know at least a bit of what's going on, even on their end. Communication is key, in all types of relationships."

"Since when were you a sage?"

"Shut up and learn how to put your dick in a woman!"

"So, what is it, uh, that Y/N... likes?" he had awkwardly asked, face bright red.

"Since when were you one to ask about another man's sex life, Agent V?" Hoseok chuckled. "I'm just messing with you. No kink-shaming, though."

"She's not into scatting or some shit, is she?"

"What? Oh god no! Nothing like that," Hoseok assured him. "It's mainly dominating. She likes when you're rough with her and take control."

So you got off on being dominated. Taehyung could see that, honestly. Then again, he could see you as both. Would he be able to pull off that role? It was easy seeing Hoseok do it, despite what a big softie he was for you. However, Taehyung was a bit less firm. Hoseok was a specialized assassin, and Taehyung was an engineer. Go figure.

Taehyung wasn't really into dominating girls, though. At least not the domineering, type. Sure, he could take charge, but typically it was what was expected of him in bed. He wasn't a bottom either, at least he didn't think, having dabbled a bit in it. He preferred no roles, he supposed, nothing set in stone. If it was what you wanted, though, he could do it. He just worried he wouldn't be able to satisfy you the same way Hoseok did.

As though sensing his worry, Hoseok placed a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it. If you're not the type to do it, you probably won't have to."

"I want to help her, though. Give her what she wants."

"She won't want you to stress over this or do something you're not comfortable with. Besides if you're not into it, you're not into it. She'll know. It's like... How do I explain it?" Hoseok pondered for a bit, wracking his brain. "I had explained this a bit to Namjoon. Before we really even got started she kind of just looked at me for a second, like reading me, you know? Like how a psychic glares at you for a while. She told me exactly what to do even though I was unsure, and it was sort of one of those parts you hide, you know? I wasn't expecting that. It had been a part of me I guess was a base desire, or like hidden? It's hard to explain..."

"So you're the one with the dominating kink? Not her?"

It was Hoseok's turn to blush. "Something like that."

"So what does that mean for me?"

"Well, Y/N gets off more on other people's pleasure and base desires, so if you have any secret kinks or fetishes, they won't stay so hidden for long," Hoseok explained. "She gets off on the other person's enjoyment, I think. Not that she didn't enjoy it, mind you. I think it's more so the person's sexual energy or desires that she feeds off of, rather than the act. Like she doesn't feed on orgasms as much she does the other person's fulfillment. And the best way to fulfill it would be to get to the very root, cut through the bullshit. Even if you don't know what you want, she does."

"So I won't have to be dominating?"

"If it's not your thing, no. I mean, this'll be crass, but what's the kind of stuff you hide on your computer? That you have wet dreams of? That you fantasize about but don't let anyone know? It's that kind of stuff."

"I don't know- I'm pretty neutral on everything."

"I know you're worried about satisfying her and worrying over this, but trust me, let her take care of that. She'll read you like a book, most likely," Hoseok laughed. "Though between you and me, I don't think even two of us will last long. I feel like I'm fresh out of orgasms for another year. Before you know it, you'll be asking her to bring in another one of the guys. I have no doubt it'll be all seven of us, sooner rather than later."

"I'll see how I hold up. I have pretty good stamina."

"Pretty good isn't going to last four times a day. Just save up your energy," Hoseok told him. "I'll take care of her tonight, and then she's all yours in the morning. If you ever need a break though, I'm here. If not one of the other guys would be happy to help."

"Thanks, A. I'll keep that in mind," Taehyung nodded.

"You know, I would've figured they'd bug the rooms as well."

The two of you were watching some show about people who were engaged to foreigners for 90 days in order to help them get into the country. Taehyung had been fidgeting around on the bed next to you for the past half hour while you roll your eyes at people on screen.

Truth be told he had expected you to jump him any moment now, knowing that you should be starving at this point, having only had sex with Hoseok that morning. However, you had held back, and now he was just ridden with anxiety wondering when and if it would happen.

"I mean, if the person closes the door on you, shouldn't there be some sort of contract to let you hear inside? Or anything? The people are still wearing their mics, right?"

Both Hoseok and Jimin had suggested to Taehyung that he talk to you. It's now or never.

"Hey, um, Y/N..."

You turn to Taehyung. "Yeah, Tae?"

His throat went dry as he fumbled over his words. "Why'd you join the CIA?"

"Oh?" You lowered the volume on the TV, as though needing a bit more quiet to think. "Well, ever since I was little I wanted to be something really special, you know? I wanted to be the kind of girl you thought was so cool and so awesome, like the ones with big racks and big guns in movies. I trained and trained, despite the fact my parents wanted me to go into premed, but by high school, my mind was made up. Some people thought it was a waste that I was going into something that seemed, in their eyes, to focus more on brawn than brain. Others thought I was a wannabe. Truth be told that was closest to it. I really just wanted to be more than I was.

"So I first trained to be just that, working out and learning five languages from apparent enemy countries. Before I knew it I was a part of the FBI, faked my age and a thing or two and entered it when I was a teenager. Once they figured out their mistake they recruited me for the CIA for more spy-related stuff, seeing how well I had masked my true age at one of the top facilities. I ended up training under a woman who was nicknamed Elliot- and became something of a prodigy and apprentice. Before long I was in charge of the department, seeing as she died and I was the best fitting. The field I specialized in under her was the disguise one. I think I trained a hundred agents on perfecting an accent and cover story, quick changes, and more.

"Before long, though, I realized I was still dissatisfied. I faked a British identity and ended up in M15, but that was a bust as well. Seeing me flit and fit into all of these agencies, however, did have one benefit. I caught the attention of the EAA, and the moment I heard about aliens and whatnot, I was in. I felt fulfilled, I felt as though I found my purpose, I felt bigger than I was.

"In a sense, I think I'm still trying to chase that feeling, though."

"You've accomplished your goal, though, didn't you?"

"I did," you muse. "But perhaps it wasn't the right one. Maybe it isn't always climbing to the top that makes you feel fulfilled, because once you're there, you just think, 'What now?'"

"It's like that scene in Tangled where Flynn Ryder tells Rapunzel that she was his new dream."

You laugh aloud at that. "Yeah! That's it. Don't know what dream I can have. So many options are limited because of my involvement with the EAA."

"I can see that. It limits more than it gives when it comes to opportunities," Taehyung admits. "Do you regret it?"

"No. I wouldn't have met you guys. All of you mean a lot to me- I couldn't imagine a life without you." You glance his way, turning to face him. "What about you?"

"I mean, I joined because most of the stuff I made was illegal and wanted by all agencies imaginable. I wanted to continue to create, but at that rate, I'd be wanted by every country imaginable, and if I chose a side I'd be a helping hand in a possible war. People go crazy with wars like these. So I picked something that really didn't have to deal with sides- I chose to help and fight aliens. It seemed like the best alternative."

"I can see that- and it definitely does seem like it was the best option. It would've been a waste to bury a talent like that," you admit. "Do you regret joining?"

"No, of course not. Same as you. I couldn't imagine a life without you guys- you especially."

You smile, your heart warmed at that statement. "Do you ever think about how we would've met? What our life would've been like if we hadn't met through the agency? Been different people?"

"Of course I do. I thought that when I first met you."

"You mean when you had a crush on me?"

Taehyung's ears turned red at that, and he looks away, unable to meet your eyes shockingly enough. "Something like that."

"So?"

"So what?"

"What did you imagine our life together would've been like?" you question. "Back when you had a crush on me."

"It was really stupid, honestly. You don't want to hear it."

"No, I do. I really, really do. Please."

Taehyung takes a deep breath, settling into the pillows as he stares into the ceiling, conjuring the image into his head. "It was just a little fantasy, honestly. Like you said if we were different people. It was fun to imagine, though. I thought I'd be some engineering major, and you'd be in fashion-"

"I'd be in fashion?" Your brows raise comically.

"Yeah. Your disguises and style outside of the typical suit and tie- I always admired them. I used to read magazines in the lockerroom back in middle school, and the others would think I'm gay. I just really like it, and you have an eye for it."

You beam at the compliment. "Thank you. Continue."

"Complimenting you or telling the story?"

You shove him lightly, laughing. "The story. We're in college, then what?"

"I guess we'd both share a class- I don't know, maybe English or Math or Psychology. And maybe we'd sit together or run into each other or even meet at some frat party. And I'd know you were the one, y'know? My dad always says the moment he saw my mom he knew she was the one. In this world, you and I would do the traditional stuff, go on a few dates, become official. Eventually, we'd move in together and I'd find some way to propose to you without you finding out beforehand. And I guess we'd get married and have kids."

"You imagined us with kids?"

"A few. I'm a big sucker for kids. I always wanted them. I guess it's sort of one of the many things you've got to give up for the agency, though, isn't it? Some dreams you've got to pick over the other."

You stared at him for a while, narrowing your brows. Your voice quiets, lowering. "Did you ever think about me pregnant, Tae?"

Taehyung looks to you in alarm. "What?"

"You know, all round, your baby inside me-" You sit up, looking down at him as you cup your breasts. "-with these tits full of milk?"

"Fuck..." Taehyung didn't know what it was about the image you had conjured in his head, but he felt his dick automatically twitch in his pants.

You grinned, victorious, slowly straddling him. "Would you still think I was pretty, even when I was pregnant with your baby?"

"Y/N, what're you saying?"

"C'mon, Tae. Don't you like the thought of me being bred by you? Big and pregnant to let everyone know I was yours?"

Taehyung's semi was slowly beginning to harden, and you twisted your hips, grinding against him. His eyes roll back in his head, his hands automatically coming up to reach for your hips. "Fucking shit-"

"Tell me, Agent V. Do you like the thought of cumming so deep in my womb you breed me? The thought of me being the one to carry and bear your child?"

"Fuck, yes, that's so hot." Taehyung couldn't help but buck his hips against you as you continued to dry hump him, your hands finding purchase of his shirt as you raked your nails down his chest. "W-Wanna breed you."

"What was that?"

"Fuck, I want to cum inside you," Taehyung groaned, eyes rolling back. "Wanna let everyone know how well I fucked my baby into you."

"Oh? You want to fuck me?" You smiled sweetly, reaching for your shirt as you pulled it over your head. "Want to get me nice and pregnant? Want to fill these tits with milk?"

"Please let me," Taehyung begged.

"How can I say no to that?"

Taehyung knew it was ridiculous. You were incapable of getting pregnant- agency policies. But it was fun to pretend, fun to roleplay that you were two lovers about to make a baby together. At that moment Taehyung completely forgot the truth, instead focused on the premise of getting to cum so deep inside of you that you'd get knocked up.

You pressed more firmly against him, your chest now against his as you pressed your lips to his. His lips were softer than Hoseok's, less fierce and a bit more gentle, but nonetheless passionate. You devoured every moan he made as he wrapped his arms around you, tight and secure, enveloping you into his warmth.

You were surprised when you felt your bra begin to fall, Taehyung having undone the clasp in the back with easy precision. You sit up a bit, letting the bra slide down your arms. Grabbing Taehyung's hands, you let them cup your breasts, looking at him with sultry eyes as he proceeds to cop a feel.

"Fuck, they're perfect. You're perfect," Taehyung says, his thumbs rolling over the hardened nipples.

"Really? I think they'd look better if they were bigger. Full with milk, don't you think?" You grind down harder on his erection when you feel it twitch beneath you.

"You're gonna make me cum in my pants if you continue to do that," Taehyung groans.

"We can't have that, can we?" you snicker. "Gotta save every last drop for my greedy pussy, isn't that right? Gotta knock me up, get me nice and pregnant with your child."

Taehyung let out another groan, tossing his head back as he squeezes your breasts tighter, gritting his teeth. "Fuck, baby."

You pull back a bit, pulling his pants and boxers down enough to let his erection spring free. It's bigger than you expected, far longer and girthier than most men you slept with. You wrapped your hand around it, going up and down, observing his reaction.

"You're so big, Tae. I don't know how I'd fit all of this inside me, much less a baby," you praised, admiring how small your hand looked in comparison. "You won't have any problem getting deep inside me, would you? Getting so deep I could feel you in my womb? A big load to get me all knocked up?"

"All for you. I'll make sure you'll still feel me inside you for days."

"Fill me up, Taehyung. Fill me to the brink with your cum. Let everyone know you're the one who fucked a baby into me."

"Fucking shit- get your pants off," he growls, flipping you over unexpectedly. You're taken by surprise when he hastily takes your pants off, panties and all, and pries your legs apart.

"Fuck me," you say, spreading your legs wider as though to invite him in.

"Gotta get you ready first, baby. Gotta make sure you're nice and wet so I can put a baby in you, so you can properly take my seed." He begins to descend down your body, lying flat on his stomach as he hooks your thighs over his shoulders. He licks his lips, now face to face with your heat. "Gotta taste you. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to eat you out."

"No, no, I need you in- ohh fuck!" You let out a moan as he licks a stripe up your heat, lapping at the folds before giving harsh sucks to your clit.

Taehyung takes your moan as a sign of approval, continuing his ministrations as he grips your thighs more firmly, determined to keep you in place. He's sloppy about it, from how he devours at the source, tongue searching for every sweet drop you had to offer, to how he'd gently nip his way up to your clit, sucking tenderly in a way that had you moan unabashedly.

"Fuck, oh my g-god, Taehyung," you whimper, thighs squeezing around his head and fingers tangled in his hair as he continues to french kiss your cunt.

Taehyung pops up for a moment, a lewd pop as he comes up for air. The visual of his lower face covered thoroughly in your sheen is enough to make you melt. "That's right, say my name," he rasps, not wasting another moment before devouring you again, like a starved man determined to not let a scrap of food go to waste.

"Taehyung, Tae," you moan, your climax quickly approaching. "Tae, Tae, Tae!"

You feel it wash over you before you know it, powerful enough to make you scream the mantra of his name with tears flowing down your cheeks. "Need you inside me! Now, please!" You beg as though you're deprived, and Taehyung wastes no further time to come up and align himself.

He pushes into you, the slickness of your walls making the slide easy, no friction necessary. He pumps into you as you hold him close, still crying as you ride out the aftermath of your orgasm, loving the blissful feeling of being filled.

Taehyung, meanwhile, is in ecstasy. He couldn't count all of the times he's dreamt of this moment, and it was far better than he could've imagined. Everything about you was heaven, right down to the taste and touch. If he were to die right now, between your legs, he'd die a happy man.

"Fuck, Taehyung," you groan, choking out praises between your sobs. "S-So deep. So deep inside me, Tae."

"Gotta cum deep in your womb, baby. Gotta get you nice and pregnant, isn't that right?"

"Gotta knock me u-up?" you question, your breathing heavy.

"Fuck, yeah, gonna get you all fat and pregnant, and the moment you pop out my kid, I'll just get you pregnant all over again," Taehyung says, feeling his balls tighten at the image in his head. "You'll spend the rest of your life being full with either my cock or my kid."

"F-Feel so full already," you say, voice strained as you concentrate on the feeling of him impossibly deep. "You're so big already, I don't think I'd be able to carry a baby."

"You can and you will, sweetheart. You'll be able to handle it," Taehyung promises. "Gonna cum on this fat cock? Are you?"

"Yes!"

"Gonna cream in the fat cock that's gonna put a baby in you?"

"Yes, Taehyung, I- fffffuckk!" You feel yourself come undone as he presses his pelvis harder against yours, adding enough friction for you to unravel.

"Fuck, you're even tighter when you cum," Taehyung praised, now searching for his own high as he ruthlessly pounded into you. "So tight, milking me for- shit!"

He pressed as hard against you as he could, gripping your thighs firmly to keep you as close to him as possible, as though interlocked. You could feel the cum filling you to the brim, deep inside your womb, almost as though he were in your guts.

You dug your heels into his back, keeping him in place until you had successfully milked every last drop he had to offer. Once the two of you were sure he finished, he pulled out his softening cock, admiring his work as he spreads your lips apart, already seeing some of it dribble down your asscheeks and onto the bedsheets.

"You look so good filled with my cum," Taehyung says in a breathy sigh. His eyes look up to yours, but he's immediately startled.

You look up at him, confused by his reaction. "What is it?" you ask.

"Y/N... Your... your eyes!"

"What? What're you going on about?" Nevertheless, you get up, heading to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Sure enough, your eyes had changed. It looked as though tiny dots were orbiting your iris, almost like planets. You had tiny universes stuck in your eyes.

But worse than that, you had her eyes.

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victorluvsalice · 4 years

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AU Thursday: Tell Me Where To Find Shelter -- Layers of Victor

Saw this meme going around the #fallout4 tag a while back (I believe I specifically ganked it from @radbeetle), and thought it might be fun to do for my Sole Survivor!Victor. And my Malkavian!Alice, but let’s start with SS!Victor. XD

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

- Name: Victor Fitzwilliam Van Dort

- Eye Color: Very dark brown – it can be very hard to tell the difference between pupil and iris!

- Hair Style/Color: Black, generally combed back with two "tufts" of bangs falling over what little forehead he has

- Height: Six feet three inches (and thin as a rail)

- Clothing style: Relatively formal pre-War – he grew up in a household that impressed upon him that you wore ties and suits whenever you were in public, and often even in private. Post-War, he spends a lot of time switching between a pair of upgraded Vault suits from Vault 111 while looking for clothes that actually fit his lanky frame. He's a lot more casual in his style once he does – though he still likes a good sweater vest, and he keeps a few suits if he needs to look fancy.

- Best physical feature: Victor would personally say his hands – he's a pianist and a tinkerer, and he appreciates his long reach over a keyboard, along with his ability to finely handle delicate parts when upgrading or repairing things!

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

- Fears: Total darkness (as in you can't see ANYTHING – as long as there's some sort of light source, he can manage); blindness (related to previous); small enclosed spaces (being locked in a cryonic pod will do that to a guy); losing those he cares about again (he – has a lot of trauma from seeing Victoria shot, Shaun kidnapped, then trying to open Emily's pod after he finally got out, only to see her corpse half-rotted inside)

- Guilty pleasure: Pre-War, it would have been comics – he was always a little embarrassed about how much he continued to like the adventures of Grognak and the Unstoppables and whatnot after his teenage years (not helped by his mother sneering at the stories). Post-War, though, he ditches the "guilty" part – especially after meeting Kent Connolly and getting to play Silver Shroud. XD I'm not sure he has one post-War – he occasionally feels weird about how much he enjoys modifying his weapons and armor? But that's quite practical as well as pleasurable, so. . .

- Biggest pet peeve: Being rapidly promoted in organizations that he's only just joined (Preston, you're easily one of his best friends, but SERIOUSLY, dude, GENERAL?)

- Ambitions for the future: To continue keeping his little portion of the Commonwealth safe, and start training up someone with some more Charisma to be the General of the Minutemen once he retires (he's still not sure why people follow him when he's so socially awkward)

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

- First thoughts waking up: Depends on what wakes him up. If he's waking up on his own, it's generally a variation on "Breakfast? Where breakfast?" If someone else wakes him up, it's generally "Why are you shaking/licking me, I don't wanna get up yet." And if it's combat nearby, it's generally "SHIT WHERE'S MY GUN oh wait are they shooting at me still should find gun."

- What they think about most: All his various responsibilities – finding his son, acting as General of the Minutemen, working with the Railroad, helping the people on the settlements, wondering what the hell is going to happen between him and the Brotherhood of Steel, or him and the Institute. . .it doesn't do much for his anxiety, is what I'm saying.

- What they think about before bed: If he's not exhausted enough just to collapse onto the nearest sleeping surface, then probably what I mentioned above. He's probably up late trying to plan routes to help settlements that have called for assistance and follow leads on the Institute and whatnot.

- What they think their best quality is: Victor would consider it his willingness to be helpful whenever possible. He generally enjoys helping people, and it makes him feel better in general to help improve the Commonwealth in some small way. (Not to mention, him helping out personally with the problems of a lot of the families/communities in the Commonwealth has earned him a lot of friends for his Minutemen! A General so hands-on seems to impress people.)

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

- Single or group dates: . . .this gets a little harder to answer when he was in a polyamorous relationship pre-War, you know. XD But yeah, Victor prefers one-on-one, or one-on-two in the case of Victoria and Emily. A group date puts the pressure on him to perform like the perfect boyfriend/husband, and he doesn't need the extra stress. Maybe he'd be okay with a double date if it was with some very close friends.

- To be loved or respected: Victor would rather be loved, or at least liked – though part of that is low self-esteem telling him people aren't going to respect him. (Or like him, for that matter.) It's what informs his desire to help people, at least in part.

- Beauty or brains: While Victor isn't immune to a nice face or body, he really likes having someone he can talk to about stuff. Sharing interests is fun, and he appreciates someone who will at least try to keep up with his nattering on about butterflies and robots and whatnot.

- Dogs or cats: Dogs! Victor gets along decently with cats, but he is first and foremost a dog person. He had a dog named Scraps when he was a child, and he, Victoria, and Emily were making plans to adopt one before the bombs fell. Meeting Dogmeat at the Red Rocket really helped pull him out of his post-War "almost everything I knew is gone and I'm a stranger in my own state" funk.

LAYER FIVE: DO THEY?

- Lie: Yup. Victor will tell the usual social "white lies" (even if he's not very good at them), and he's done bigger lies in the past – like not telling his parents that Emily was more than their "roommate." (Of course, that was done not to have a family blowout about him and his wife having a girlfriend.)

- Believe in themselves: Not usually – as stated, Victor has pretty low self-esteem, thanks mostly to growing up with a mother who was criticizing him and everything he was when she wasn't absent doing social climbing stuff. It's hard for him to think of himself as being someone who has worth, sadly. He gets better when he starts seeing more results of his actions in helping the Minutemen and the Railroad, and realizes he's genuinely making a difference for people.

- Believe in love: Yes – his relationship with Victoria and Emily was one of the high points of his pre-War life. He was utterly heartbroken when Victoria was shot, and Emily later died due to the life support to the other pods being cut off. But then later he meets Alice, and. . .well, it takes some time, but he manages to come around to loving and being loved again.

- Want someone: Pre-War, not really – he was in a happy threesome and wasn't currently looking to expand. Post-War, most of his life precludes wanting anyone – though he does develop a bit of a crush on Piper as time goes on. And then, of course, he meets Alice, and eventually ends up wanting her. . . (Yes, in-game I intend for him to romance Piper – and there's a chance in the AU he, Piper, and Alice would end up in a poly situation. We'll see where this goes!)

LAYER SIX: EVER?

- Been on stage: Pre-War, never officially – Nell had him play piano at some of her parties (which was always stressful, as he felt all her guests were either judging him or just hated him for being related to her), but that was as far as performing got. He of course had the speech he was asked to do that he was practicing the day the bombs dropped, but – well, the bombs dropped. Post-War – he probably will have to give some inspirational speeches to his Minutemen troops, which he will somehow get through and then go have a little quiet panic attack somewhere.

- Done chems/drugs: . . .I have occasionally toyed with the headcanon that Victor was unwillingly dosed with Psycho, or a drug like it, back in his Army days and has been haunted by the experience ever since. But other than that, not the hard stuff – Victor doesn't even smoke (he tried once – after nearly coughing up a lung, he refused to ever try again) and he tends not to drink (he's tried that too, and discovered he's an embarrassingly chatty drunk, so he doesn't typically indulge). He will, of course, take Rad-X and Rad-Away, because those are freaking necessary to survive in parts of the Wasteland.

- Changed who you were to fit in: Occasionally attempted, never stuck. He's not good at keeping up a facade. One of his most embarrassing memories is trying to ask a girl to dance at a party his mother dragged him to when he was about 16, imitating the more popular "jock"-kinda guys, and getting laughed at so much he retreated to the buffet for the rest of the night.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

- Favorite color: Blue

- Favorite animal: Dogs, butterflies

- Favorite movie: Victor will confess to a love for schlocky monster movies, so he was quite enamored of Night of the Fish Men's Revenge when it came out (he's quite excited when he sees it in the projector in Eden Meadows Cinema, and quite sad that he can only get it to play the title screen). He also enjoyed Another Day In the Monster Factory for much the same reasons.

- Favorite game: With his affinity for comic books and a secret love of roleplaying (which becomes not-so-secret once he starts Silver Shrouding), Grognak & The Ruby Ruins quite appeals to him. He likes that it has some replay value too, with changing up your party and whatnot. The action of Pipfall appeals to him too, though that time limit can be stressful!

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

- DOB: June 9th, 2050 (he was 27 and a few months when the bombs dropped)

- Day of their next birthday, they will be: His next birthday according to the game would be June 9th, 2088 – he'd be 238 in terms of time passed, 28 in terms of biology

- Age they lost their virginity: Twenty – Victor had been yanked by the Army into Canada to help with the Sino-American war shortly after graduating high school, but got some leave around his twentieth birthday to go home. He immediately caught back up with his high school sweethearts, Victoria and Emily, and ended up doing the deed with Victoria. They managed to keep it a secret from their conservative parents, fortunately.

- Does age matter: In general? Victor is willing to listen to advice from those older than he is, certainly – though he tends to take it with a grain of salt depending on their obvious biases. In a relationship? Unless one of the parties is a minor, Victor won't get involved, though bigger gaps will probably make him wonder what exactly they see in each other. (He allows this is hypocritical of him to a degree, as Alice is much older than him even taking into account the freezing – but on the flip side, she was Embraced at 20, he was frozen at 27. . .)

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

- Best personality: Victor likes people who are sweet and kind, but have a tougher or sassier side to them as well. Victoria leaned mostly toward the "sweet" side, but was also pretty determined when it came to getting what she wanted from him; Emily was cheerful and enthusiastic, but if you angered her – wooo boy; Alice of course is snark incarnate, but is kind to people and generally likes helping others. Even Piper is one of the kinder companions, but doesn't shy away from sarcastic comments.

- Best eye color: Well, Victoria and Emily both had blue eyes (of differing shades), and Alice's green eyes were one of the first things that struck Victor about her, sooo. . .blue or green!

- Best hair color: I'm not sure Victor has a preference here – Victoria was a super-light brown, almost gray; Emily was a blonde; Alice has dark hair that looks black or brown depending on the light/how well cared for it is (and she says her hair was almost red when she was a kid!); Piper has dark brown/black hair. I guess pre-War he went for lighter; post-War he goes for darker?

- Best thing to do with a partner: Victor likes finding some sort of creative interest they can share, or at least do at the same time. He would sit in the living room and draw while Victoria embroidered in the afternoons; and he and Emily both played piano, so they'd often have little duets. With Alice, he probably ends up illustrating some of the stories she tells – maybe eventually they throw together a book of sorts, with Piper's help!

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

- I love: Alice! And the rest of my friends too, of course.

- I feel: completely out of my depth, most of the time.

- I hide: how anxious all of this makes me – not sure how well I'm succeeding, but. . .

- I miss: the life I had before, in Sanctuary.

- I wish: that Victoria and Emily hadn't – that t-they were still here to meet the friends I've made.

#tell me where to find shelter #layers meme #sole survivor Victor #I did alter the wording of a question or two #to make them more comprehensible #I'm not sure what the original wording of the 'date of their next birthday you will be' was going for #but yeah I liked doing this #I'm not sure about the Psycho thing #especially since I have Victor has a field mechanic during his time in the Army #but on the other hand this is the Fallout verse #we know the government was pulling some shit #the movies I grabbed from the Fallout Wiki looking for in-universe entertainment #'Night of the Fish Men's Revenge' is one of the movies 'playing' at the theater in Far Harbor #and 'Another Day in the Monster Factory' shows up in poster form #it's apparently an inside joke for the character creators at Bethesda?#I mean I know who I thought of when I saw that #Final Pam approves?#queued

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bnhaimaginesandocs · 4 years

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OK!! So I’ve been getting a lot of requests about my OCs and I decided I was gonna go ahead and start sharing them!! This is my Main OC, Ruby Sorin!! I also gave her some headcanons about her family and herself below and I hope you guys like her!!! Also here you go @just-maria

Also If you like them please let me know!!! It’s gonna be a long post ya��ll so General Headcanons are under the cut!!

TW: Mentions of Parental death briefly.

FAMILY HEADCANONS

Ruby is actually not from Japan; She is from Romania. But her father, who is one of the top support engineers in the country was offered his dream position to work with Tea Idaten as their main support engineer and he took it. Moving his youngest children with him at around the end of their middle school year (so about 14/15) and encouraged them to enroll in UA.

Their mother, Alessia Castillo-Sorin, passed away when Ruby and her triplets were around 8. She passed from ovarian cancer.

Before she passed, she was a retired side kick from one of the top hero agencies in Romania; her hero name was Shimmer.

Her father, Marcus Sorin, is Quirkless; As is her Three eldest brothers; Dimitri, Jullian and Luciano.

She has 7 brothers. Only five of them are biological, her brothers Henric and Alfonso are adopted.

She’s the only girl in her family.

Her family is extremely tight knit and they all try to keep in contact with one another at least once a day. They have a family group chat. It gets a little difficult with the time zone differences but they make it work.

Most of her older brothers live in Romania still; some are scattered across Europe. Her second oldest brother; Luciano is a tattoo artist in Barcelona. The oldest twins; Dimitri and Jullian, are detectives in Bucharest who work along Henric and Alfonso’s hero agency.

Ruby is 1/3 of the Sorin Triplets. Her other Triplets are Lance and Leon; Leon is in Class 1-B and Lance is in the support course. The three of them are triple trouble and are extremely close with one another.

Her brothers visit Japan as often as possible to see their youngest siblings. There was at one point in time when they all showed up to the dorms to surprise the triplets. Their tears could have rivaled Izuku’s.

She grew up in a Pagan household!! She can read tarot cards insanely well and it’s something that’s helped her come up with her hero name.

Out of all the older siblings; Ruby is closest to Luciano and Dimitri.

QUIRK HEADCANONS

Her Quirk is called Shine!! It was her mother’s quirk and she was so happy when she got it. Basically with Shine she can manipulate the light particles around her’s and other’s body! (so long as she is touching them; like holding onto their hand and it has to be skin on skin or it won’t work with another person.) due to this; Ruby’s skin seems to always have a luminescent glow around her skin that she can amp up or tone down. Her brothers like to call her a walking flashlight.

With her quirk she can move faster than the average person, traveling at short, instantaneous bursts. She can only do this around 10-12 times. And it can only be to a predetermined location. It has been theorized by her and others that she could travel at the speed of light but she refuses to entertain the idea as it could rip apart every atom in her body.

She can also shoot light in concentrated beams from any point in her body. Mainly her hands and feet. She calls it her Lumi-Shoot.

Her hero name is The Scarlet Witch; mainly because when she uses her lumi shot, it looks almost scarlet in color. Also because of her hair.

Due to her quirk’s main thing of being blinding enemies doesn’t mean Ruby is immune to the effects of the brightness; She actually has to have custom contacts made to help protect her eyes along with her contacts.

Out of all of her brothers; she was the only one to fully inherit her mothers’ quirk. Her brother Lance can only illuminate his hands which is useful for working support; Her brother Leon however inherited their maternal grandmother’s quirk which is manipulating water.

She considered using her mom’s hero name but decided against it. Opting to make her own.

GENERAL HEADCANONS

Ruby’s birthday is May 25th, making her and her brothers Gemini.

She Placed in the top 30 of her entrance exam.

Her hair is extremely curly and unruly; she has a lot of trouble taming it and it sometimes looks like a “lion’s mane” as her brothers call it.

She is Bisexual and not scared to admit it. Her first crush when she came to UA was Uraraka; she literally couldn’t speak to her with out blushing and it was adorable. Her brothers didn’t let her live it down for a month.

She’s a naturally sweet and very warm person; the kind that you look at and think “oh they can’t possibly have a mean bone in their body” but actually Ruby is extremely sassy and sarcastic; she just tends to keep it to herself and her close friends more often than not. She finds it hilarious when people realize she isn’t as innocent as she seems.

Also growing up with 7 brothers she learned how to stand up for herself pretty early on so she doesn’t take shit from anyone.

Her favorite colors are Green, Red and Blue. Specifically Emerald, Wine Red and Cobalt Blue.

Her nicknames from her family are Little Lion and Sunshine.

She has a little black cat named Salem and she loves him more than life itself. He moves into the dorms with her and becomes something of Class 1-A’s Mascot along with Koda’s bunny.

She has Anxiety, Depression and PTSD (the last one mainly from the training camp incident where she was seriously injured); she’s on medication for anxiety and depression but meets with a counselor every other week for therapy.

She reads tarot cards on the side to make some pocket money, but she always gives them for free to her classmates.

She’s Hellenistic Pagan specifically; a fact she somewhat keeps to herself, but will gladly discuss her religion with anyone if they broach the subject first. Her deities are Aphrodite, Persephone and Hades. She’s even let some people in the class see the altar she has set up in her room when they move into the dorms.

Her favorite teachers are Midnight, Eraserhead and Present Mic in that order. She loves Midnights confidence and fun loving attitude. With Mic it’s because he always makes an effort to help her. And with Eraserhead; it’s because he’s saved her life and also because she can tell he cares deeply for his students.

She’s typically with her brother’s most lunch periods in the support room since Lance is a workaholic and doesn’t know when to stop and take a break.

Ruby actually gets along pretty well with the Bakusquad and the Dekusquad. Although she’s seen hanging out with the Bakusquad more often than not since she’s super close with Mina.

Her and Mina get along like a house on fire. And when those two are together they’re bound to get in trouble. She also gets along well with Aoyama, finding him to be smarter and more insightful than people really give him credit for.

She has a small crush on Shinsou

And on Kaminari.

She’s having a dilemma someone help her.

She and Kaminari also get along super well and she finds him to be hilarious. He also has the same taste in books as her.

She finds Bakugou more funny than anything else and just laughs at him when he threatens to blow her up. She’s spent years dealing with Jullian, Bakugou is nothing.

She also likes Tokoyami a lot; she finds him to be intriguing.

She has a box full of Polaroid pictures that she took when everyone moved into the dorms and she typically takes a lot of them still. She also owns a record player with a crap ton of records she got from her mom and dad.

She loves vintage things and punk things so her wardrobe can go from cottage core to punk/emo there is no in between.

Her room is very cozy and always smelling of whatever incense she burned that day; most of the time it’s peach and sage. She also has a ton of fairy lights hanging around the room and it’s always just very soothing. She also has a lot of candles. Like a lot. She has a problem.

She smells like pomegranate a lot of the time due to her body spray and sometime really warm like sunlight.

She’s scary good at Hero History and Hero Law. But she sucks absolute ass at Math.

I’ll add more to her soon!

PEOPLE I SHIP HER WITH

I typically ship her with Denki or Shinsou; Sometimes even as a poly ship.

But i’m open to shipping her with just about everyone.

But Mainly Denki and Shinsou. Because I just think they would be adorable together you know? Purple Emo Boy dating not one bu two Balls of Sunshine? Yes please. Sign me UP!

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