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#the triplets deserve the world
dollyocaccount · 2 months
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DOMESTIC TRIPLERS BECAUSW I ALWAYS POST ANGST BUT THEM BEING CUTE AND HAPPY WITH THEIR NEW LIVES. Kikazaru would handle the dishes and laundry since he's super thorough while Iwazaru handles the cleaning; he is a bit of a neat freak, and polishing the weapons in their training room AND MIZARU IS IN CHARGE OF COOKING AND BAKING since they all have sweet tooths. Kikazaru just cleaning dishes and Mizaru sings the opening of an anime they're singing as he bakes and Kikazaru humming with him and Iwazaru just sweeping through before he notices them dancing a little and he smiles when they laugh and giggle at each other.
They're not exaughsted from being pushed to their limits, they're not being threatened of harmed, and they're enjoying each other's company and feel safe to love and be with each other.
Mizaru: "IWA, YOU'RE CRYING!"
Iwazaru, wiping his eyes: "H-Hey, I'm not! I just...it's really dusty under the couch."
BUT, AAAH, THE TRIPLETS LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH. Publicly they're very professional and they're not super blatantly close to the public but in reality, they adore each other. Mizaru writes little notes to his brothers in their lunches about how much he loves them and they'll see it and smile. Iwazaru notices how his brothers are slightly depressed and can't take care of themselves so when they're gone, he cleans up and organizes their room for them and they come back and Iwazaru is all: "If it feels too much for you; just ask me and I'll help. I'm your big brother, that's what I'm hear for." and KIKAZARU CAN EAVESDROP ON THE NEIGHBORS and he shows his love for his brothers by telling them whatever gossip they want to hear. Like, Mizaru is pouting or being sad so Kikazaru sighs: "...So you know the people upstairs who had a fight? Turns out the guy was cheating on her."
and Mizaru gasps and Iwazaru runs into the room: "WITH WHO!?" and Kikazaru rolls his eyes and smiles but they sit around the kotatsu as Kikazaru spills everything and Mizaru and Iwazaru are looking at him while eating their bentos.
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acacia-may · 1 year
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How about 💙💗💖 for the Quagmire triplets?
Oh my goodness! Thank you so much for this wholesome ask, Anon-friend! 🥺💖 I'm not sure I have the words to describe how much I absolutely love the Quagmire Triplets. They were my favorite ASOUE characters when I was kid and remain favorites of mine to this day, and I would absolutely love to write some headcanons about them for you. I hope you'll like them! 💕
Questions from this "Bye Bye Writer's Block" Ask Game
(Warnings: vague ASOUE spoilers and non-descriptive mentions of fears, trauma, and nightmares)
Quagmire Triplets Family Headcanons
💙-- Hurt/Comfort
For the first couple of weeks after being reunited, Quigley, Duncan, and Isadora could only fall asleep if their sleeping bags were side by side. They never really discussed it, but they knew the reason was that they each feared that they would wake up and be separated again. They kept a dim light on as well because Duncan and Isadora had developed an intense fear of the dark due to their experiences being trapped in dark, crammed spaces and Quigley desperately needed that reassurance of seeing that his brother and sister were still there with him when he awoke from his nightmares. On particularly rough nights, they would all stay up into the early hours of the morning taking turns distracting each other by talking about mundane things like books they had read, recipes they liked, or even little facts about their hobbies they remembered. Occassionally they even reminisced about happier times and memories until they all finally felt safe and calm enough to fall asleep. On better nights, all it really took was Duncan patting his sister on the shoulder or Isadora ruffling her brother's hair or Quigley wrapping him arm around his siblings to let them know everything was okay now and they could all drift off to sleep.
💗-- Family
When the Quagmire triplets were very young, they each had matching raincoats and rainboots only in different colors. On rainy days, their mother and father would dress them up in their raincoats and rainboots and take them outside to jump in all the puddles together. Quigley was always concerned about making bigger and bigger splashes, so one day he had the bright idea that if the siblings all held hands and jumped in the puddle together they would make "the biggest splash ever." When they tried out Quigley's idea, however, Isadora ended up tripping and pulling her brothers down into the puddle with her on accident. Their father got a picture of the triplets sitting in the puddle and laughing together, and it used to be framed on one of the side tables in their living room.
Bonus: On one such rainy day in the faraway future, Quigley helps his son put on his tiny raincoat and rainboots and takes him outside to jump in all the puddles with his Uncle Duncan and Aunt Isadora excitedly joining in the fun.
💖-- Alternate Universe (AU)
In a Present Day/Modern AU (Where Everyone Lives)...
The Quagmire triplets and their parents live next door to the Baudelaire family, and the children are all best friends with one another and attend the same school. The kids hid a mailbox in between some of the hedges dividing part of their backyards and will often use it to write secret messages to each other. Mr. Quagmire and Bertrand Baudelaire (with the help of the children, especially Violet) also built a big treehouse that connects their backyards, and the kids play there together for hours and hours.
When they get a little older, Duncan and Quigley use a corner of a treehouse to film videos which are mildly successful online. Duncan mainly posts videos ranking various newspapers on different topics such as factual accuracy, op ed quality, choice in fonts ect. whereas Quigley compares different maps of the same area (i.e. a historical map versus a modern map or a topographical map versus a population map). A secret from even her brothers, Isadora has a bit of online fame herself as she publishes her poetry on the internet under a pseudonym.
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(Beautiful Times AU.)
Imagine lying in the garden of the Trancy Estate with ALOIS, amid a patch of bluebells.
The two of you have been married for several months now, together for longer than that already. Old enough to handle the responsibility on your shoulders, young enough to have the world still at your feet.
All grown up as well is your brother-in-law Luka, though still carefree enough to play with Hannah, running and ducking among the garden’s rosebushes and fountains. And Claude, who tried as best he could to raise your dear husband, hovering nearby with one of the triplets, ready to serve should any of you need a thing.
Alois has his hand in yours, not squeezing, but a caring hold all the same, like he never wants to let you go.
After staring at the sky for a while, you look to see that he’s got his eyes closed, and a gentle smile on his face. More at peace than he’s been for most of his life.
You lean over and gingerly kiss his cheek, entirely unprompted by anything... unless you count your love for him as a prompt.
And he laughs, shoulders shaking in unbridled joy, the sound ringing through the garden. Every time, that full-bodied laugh of his makes you feel light and warm from head to toe.
He rolls over from the bluebells’ embrace to push himself into yours, head against your chest, arm thrown over your waist. You know you can’t singlehandedly heal him, you can’t take the steps for him, but you know that he knows he has all the support in the world when he’s in your arms.
With him nestled against you, smiling, feeling safe, feeling happy...
In this moment, the pain of his past seems so far away.
All that exists is the present. Here. Now.
You think you’re being allowed to be a part of something beautiful, a small piece of his metamorphosis.
And, God. You can’t wait to see what kind of butterfly he becomes.
You wonder if you’ll even recognize him on the other side of it.
As long as he keeps his laugh, maybe.
Though, you think that even when he emerges, he’ll still be Alois. A healthier Alois.
... You think your heart would recognize him, no matter how much he changes.
After all, he’s always been your butterfly.
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starryeyedadmirer · 3 months
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what do you think about chris' tummy? there's been unnecessary hate about it 😬
I think it’s absolutely precious! It deserves all of the rubs and kisses in the world, and that goes for all three triplets!
Even aside from my obvious bias, I truly don’t understand why people sent (and probably continue to send) so much hate about his body. Like, there’s nothing wrong with it at all. Seeing the way that those comments have affected the three of them, it’s so disheartening. I think our idea of “normalcy,” when it comes to body image, has been severely skewed… and nobody should have to deal with receiving hate for not having ridiculously chiseled abs. He’s nowhere near fat, or whatever people were calling him. His body is literally just regular!!! It’s actually so fucked up, what people have done to them!
Also, where are these stills from???
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cassanderasblog · 10 months
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Lucifer , Lucius and Lucian (The half demon triplets) part 1
Lucifer x Lucius x Lucian (The half demon triplets) x succubus! Chubby! Reader
Warning : mention of drinking , mention of bullying ,mention of sexual activities, mention of being prostituted, minors not allowed.
Authors note: Here is the story of my another OCs. Enjoy!!
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You were an outcasted lust demon.
Yes you were a succubus the sweetest one anyone could ever meet .
Always ready to help others and you always denied to feed from the lust of human beings.
At first when you were young the people in your clan thought it is just your shyness and it will go away once you will reach a certain age.
But you never listened to the elders ; for you all the other demons had only one mate for their whole enternity so why not you can have that??
Your parents were very concerned because of that. For Succubus and incubus they must sleep with humans in order to gain humans life energy to feed themselves and survive.
And even after 500 years you still were virgin.
They were tired of taking care of you and they sent you to human world as a punishment with a hope that maybe you will change due to circumstances.
You were more on the chubbier side so when you came to human world you realised that there are very few people who are willing to have realationship and sleep with people who are not slim and fit in the ideal body standard.
You were now studying in the university disgusing as a freshman.
All the men in the university were attracted to you ; but because of the
bullying from the other girls no one ever tried to approach you.
The girls in you class were mean to you was an understatement as they always bully you either your bag was found in the trashbin or you stationery was found in the toilet.
You were just trying to survive some how.
Then one day three new student were transferred in your university.
You got to know that they were children of a very famous businessman and they were triplets.
All the girls in your university were always circling around them.
You ignored them as you knew that now one that handsome will ever like some like you.
But as it is said that when you ignore someone it sparks their interest.
Lucifer the eldest one was the one who approached you first.
You were sitting in the cafeteria alone as usual when he came and asked if he can sit beside you .
You too afraid to say anything just nodded and he sat their and started to talk to you but you answered his questions with the least words and got up .
Then middle one meet you at the music class your reputation in the university was not that good in popularity but you were the star student of the university.
When he saw you singing he was smitten he tried asking you somethings about music and you two became friends.
The youngest triplet helped you when you were being bullied by the other girls because in their eyes you were taking the triplets attention from them .
According to them, You didn't deserve all the attention you were getting , and that you were too ugly .
They then started to show up more often always helping you and treating you nicely.
Then one day the the eldest asked you out on a date.
You were very happy.
You dressed up the best you could and reached the location.
It was a bar first you thought you got in the wrong place but then you entered it anyway .
And all the three brothers were there.
All the three were very drunk , the middle one Lusius took you by arm and take you to sit between Lucifer and the younger Lucian.
They dismissed all the other people and the youngest started pouring drink for you.
You tried hard to tell them that you don't drink but they forced you to drink.
That day the firstime in your whole life as a succubus you slept.
You lost your virginity but not to one but three men.
In the lustful haze you transformed into you succubus form the three men were too drunk to understand the horn Lucius was gripping while thrusting his cock inside you mouth was real .
Neither Lucian who was wrapping your tail around his hand while thrusting inside you or Lucifer who was beneath your thrusting and sucking your boobs while tugging at your wings knew .
After they all came and you collapsed on the bed you were too hazy with the lust you experienced that you tried to pull them to you again as you had not came .
Only to feel a harsh push by Lucifer .
Your all haziness ended when you heard the harsh words from Lucian.
"You thought he loved you??? Awww look at this idiot brother ."
"We just wanted to see what you felt like. " Lusius said.
"I think she was virgin , she was too tight . " After saying this Lucifer threw a bundle of cash on you.
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bloodlinesturniolo · 4 months
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Love The Hell Out Of You ❀ M.Sturniolo
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pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader.
warnings: fluff, depicts ill mental health, mentions of adhd, seasonal depression etc.
summary: soft boyfriend Matt reassures gf reader. inspired by that one TikTok Matt reposted and one of my favourite LC songs.
note: all of my work is completely fictional. i do not know the triplets personally and therefore all characteristics and mannerisms are not a realistic/accurate representation of them or their personalities in real life. i write for fun. there could potentially be mentions of topics that may trigger people, but they will be very vague and will not be in relation to the triplets. i also will not write anything including topics as such involving the triplets. please do not steal any of my work and post it elsewhere. I work hard on what I write. enjoy!
a/n: your fave depressed b!tch is back again. sobbing. i love bf Matt so much.
Recommended listening: Love The Hell Out Of You by Lewis Capaldi.
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I sit on the edge of the bed, staring off into space and slightly disassociating as Matt sits with a knee up on the mattress behind me, gently combing my hair that he had somehow managed to help me wash and dry. It was nights like tonight that made me more thankful than ever to have him as a boyfriend. He knew I had been having a rough week with the start of the cold winter mornings and nights drawing in. Matthew and I knew each and every one of each other’s trauma’s. Our shared struggles with our mental health was exactly one of the main reasons we bonded so well, and with the seasonal depression period quickly approaching and looming over us, it was of the utmost importance that we loved and cared for each other as best we could especially during this time. I had been feeling nothing but numbness this dark November evening, and I had never been more grateful that it was the weekend so I could just chill out and relax. But my energy was completely depleted, and my bones were frozen from the inside out. So doing even the simplest of tasks in order for me to get to that relaxed and zen state without worry was proving utterly difficult.
My eyes become heavy with both mental and physical exhaustion, and I feel them start to close as each bristle of the hairbrush he was using scratches my scalp soothingly. There was just something about his touch, even in the most non sexual way, that calmed me endlessly and sent tingles down my spine. He always knew how to be so careful and gentle with me, particularly at the worst of times. He never judged me for anything. His ability to understand that some days I lacked the capability to a functioning human being and member of society was second to none. He knew if I needed some alone time he would give me just that, but he also knew that if I just needed some quiet whilst remaining in his company and being reassured by just his mere presence being there, he would be more than willing to provide it. Matt adored feeling needed and taking care of me, reciprocating without hesitation in the same way I had always done for him. It was his time, his patience, his attention, his understanding and his affection, that I prayed every person would one day find in a partner. He was genuinely to pure and soft hearted for this world, and knowing how lucky I was to have him and call him my own, I always made sure he felt credited and appreciated for it. I never truly felt like I deserved him, especially given the fact the fans had always made a point of telling me. But Matt always reminded me that it was his choice to be with me, and he constantly without failure assured me that I was more than deserving of his love and everything else he gave me.
As he stops brushing and swoops my hair over my shoulder, I feel him drop the plastic tool to the duvet and he begins to lightly massage and caress my body. His hands delicately grasp either side of my arms and work their way up towards my joints and neck, his thumbs nestling themselves into my skin. The moment he does this, I feel myself let go of all the negative tension I had been carrying throughout the day and tears start to spill down my cheeks from my waterline. I remain quiet as does Matt until I sniffle a tiny bit, bringing the side of my index finger up to wipe under my eyes.
“Hey! Hey?” He whispers, his own body slightly tilting forward as he attempts to meet my gaze. “Baby, look at me.” He requests, his own grip now holding my chin and bringing my stare to meet him. I oblige, but remain fixated on my hands, my eyes refusing to look at him. “Y/N please look at me okay? I’m here.” He encourages me, a sad and disappointed expression forming on his face. As I peel open my eyelids and slowly come up to aquatint him, he gives me a small empathetic half smile. “Talk to me.” He voices, pleading with me to communicate with him.
“I’m sorry I’m so difficult to be with. I feel so awful for you having to put up with me, especially with my adhd and when I’m in this state. I feel so useless. I can’t even take care of myself properly.” I cry out referring to my hygiene and my disheveled and lazy state. This cause him to shake his head a bit.
“Kid, you don’t always need to be able to take care of yourself. No one expects that of you especially not me. I know you love your independence and self sufficiency and you hate relying on people and all, but darlin that’s what I’m here for you. It’s okay to let someone help you. It’s actually my duty to help care for you the same way you do for me when I’m in a bad way. I’d be a fairly shitty boyfriend if I didn’t.” He widens his smile a small amount.
“I just feel like a bad girlfriend. Maybe I just shouldn’t be in a relationship. You deserve better.” I announce, my nose stinging a little. Matt scans my face as he takes my hands in his own.
“Why would you say that? What makes you think you shouldn’t be in a relationship? You’re human y/n. And I promise you I wouldn’t be able to find better even if I tried.” He defends.
“I don’t know I’m just don’t think I’m stable enough to be in one. I’m not fully healed from everything that happened in the past.” I admit shyly, as his thumb circles around the back of my hand.
“And what makes you think any of us are ever fully stable enough to be in one either? I can guaretee you none of us ever even if it’s our first relationship our hundredth one. But I love you and I want to be with you fully stable or not. And no, maybe you aren’t fully healed yet. But someday you will be. And if you feel like the only way you’re going to be there is by taking the time you need by yourself then that’s completely valid and understandable. Even though it would kill me inside to let you go I would respect your decision and let you be. But baby, you don’t have to do it alone if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to. When I first met you, before we got together, I made a promise to you and myself that if you ever gave me a chance at being something more than friends, that you and I would help you heal that precious heart of yours together. I wasn’t ready for a relationship and neither were you but these things just happen. I know my love may not ever be enough but I’m willing to give you all I’ve got. Every part of me to get you through if it’s the last thing I do. None of us are easy to be with. Believe me, I put you through enough my mood swings and overthinking myself. But you’re committed to me, I hope. And I’m committed to you.” He articulates assuredly. I smile, his words being just what I needed in this moment, and it warms his heart.
“You sound like you’re giving a wedding speech.” I joke through a sheepish mumble, my face hiding a little as I smirk, knowing he was going to give me an infamous eye roll and/or sigh.
“You’re ridiculous.” He hisses, shaking his head and grinning. He lets go of my hands and brings his fingers up to meet my face again, tucking a few strands of hair back behind my ear. “But, you’re so beautiful, and I love the hell out of you.”
“I love you too Matt. I do. And thank you, so much. Im so lucky to have you ou know that right?” I question, as he motions for me to turn back around so that he can continue gently rubbing my shoulders.
“Mhmm. I know. I’m so lucky to have you too.” He whispers, softly placing his lips on my skin and ornately peppering my neck. I close my eyes again and I fall into his touch. If there was one thing about him, he always knew how to ground me and bring me back to earth, the same way I had always tried to when the fame and everything just became a little too much. We felt comfortable and safe with each other, and I prayed to god nothing would ever take him away from me nor me from him. “What’s that show you used to watch with the mother and daughter? You know the one with the toothbrush that sent our fans into a meltdown over some sick TikTok joke?” He inquires much to my confusion and I furrow my brows with a questioning look he’s unable to see.
“Ginny and Georgia?” I ask hesitantly, blushing that I know exactly what he’s referring to and the answer that’s just parted my lips.
“Yup. That one.” He confirms, his hands reaching up inside my t-shirt and tracing mindless, unintelligible squiggles into my back.
“oh yeah, what about it?” I hum.
“Well, I actually saw a clip of it on Instagram. Don’t ask how I stumbled to that side of the app and down that rabbit hole. To cut a long story short I basically saw it on some motivational quote page. But it was that scene where the mom is like, talking about how she took all the darkness and the pain and she consumed it for the sake of her daughter.”
I shuffle out of his grasp and turn to meet him again. “wait I’m confused. what has that got to do with us Matt?” I interrogate.
“I can’t take away all or consume your pain y/n, if I could trust me without a shadow of a doubt I would. I’d do it in a heartbeat. But unfortunately can’t. That being said, it won’t ever stop me from trying to help you get rid of it as much as I possibly can. You help with these monsters of mine. I don’t want you to ever feel guilty for me doing the same. Okay?” He expresses.
“I’d be lost without you.” I cry, salty wet liquid pouring down my flushed face as I drape my arms around his neck and climb onto his lap.
“I’d be lost without you too gorgeous.” He smiles, as he wraps his own hands around my torso. I stroke a hand through his hair, gently intertwining it with my fingers as I reach down to meet his pouted lips with my own. As we break apart from our intimate gesture, he breathlessly speaks up again. “Speaking of wedding speeches by the way, is it too early to start working on it actually or?..” he trails off in a hushed tone with the most genuine smile I’ve ever seen on his face.
“what?” I ask, my eyes lighting up at his words.
“you heard me.” he exclaims as I giggle. He knew full well the mention of us getting married and having a wedding made me so happy, because even if we’re young and it was inevitably too soon, we were all each other were going to want for the rest of our lives, in sickness and in health…
till death did us part.
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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 months
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Not My Brother
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Summary: What happens when two guys looking exactly like you show up in your world yet no one bats an eye except the three of you? A whole lot of confusion. Especially when everyone keeps calling those guys you've never met before your brothers...
Pairing: None (features Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen & Ben/Soldiery Boy)
Word count: 8,600ish
Warnings: language, Soldier Boy's language, mention of torture, spoilers for Supernatural, The Boys & Big Sky
A/N: Here's the triplet fic! I wrote this basically a year ago and finally finished! Told from all 3 guys POV's. Enjoy!
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“I’ll be heading out in five,” I said, turning the corner with my eyes locked down onto a file. And smacking straight into a body. Poppernak bounced back, an apologetic look on his face.
“Sorry, boss.”
“It’s fine Pop. What’s…” I trailed off.
Sat in the two chairs in front of my desk were what appeared to be my fucking twins. One had shorter hair and a days worth of scruff on his jaw while the other’s hair was a tad longer than mine, a beard on display. He was a bit more muscular than the other one, which was saying something since they were both strong. The one with short hair was more of my body type, his green eyes flashing with a flicker of surprise at the sight of me but then nothing more. He shifted in his seat, his flannel shirt riding up in the back. 
Meanwhile the other one looked pissed as all hell, jaw clearly clenched. Unlike the other one in jeans and workboots, the angry one was in a pair of sweatpants and a zip up, his sneakers absolutely filthy.
None of this would have been alarming if not for the fact that I was not a fucking identical triplet.
“Nollins found your brothers fighting again,” said Poppernak as I noticed the little scrapes on their cheeks and knuckles. “We brought ‘em to you per instructions.”
“Right…” I said, Poppernak staring at me. Was I hallucinating or something?
“You want to charge them?” he asked just as Hoyt walked into the doorway with a file in hand. 
“I need a signature…well if it ain’t the Arlen boys,” she grinned, looking at my clones sat in the chairs. “Let me guess, Ben started it.”
“I did not!” said the angry one. The short haired one quickly argued against that, Jenny giving me an apologetic smile.
“I thought Ben and Dean were getting along better lately?” she whispered as she held out a file and pen to me.
“Uh, guess not?” I said, quickly scribbling on the form she wanted me to sign. “I need to deal with this.”
“Night guys! Behave for your brother for once,” she said, giving them a quick wave. Poppernak left behind her, allowing me to shut the door and lock it after them. I closed my eyes and spun around, the two men still sat there. Oh god, I was losing it.
“What the fuck is going on!” I said. Dean and Ben shared a look as I held up a finger. “Ah. I know what’s happening. I’m having a stroke. Oh! I bet I slipped on that damn front step that’s been wet all day. I slipped and hit my head and now I’m dying on the ground somewhere. Huh. That’s sad. I never got to get Emily that motorcycle like I wanted. Is she going to cry at my funeral? Stupid question. Of course she’s going to cry. God, I hope she’s not too upset. Poor baby doesn’t deserve-”
My face was suddenly tingling, Ben standing there with his hand clenched as I cupped my cheek.
“You punched me!” I said, the pain feeling way too much like a real hit. “What kind of near-death hallucination is this!”
“Stop being a fucking pussy and man up. You think I’m happy about losing my powers? You don’t see me being a bitch and crying about it,” said Ben. Dean yanked him back, pointing a finger at him. “You want to go again?”
“Shut up and sit your ass down!” Dean growled. He rolled his eyes, turning to me with a friendly enough smile. “Relax dude. You’re not dying, okay? I have a good idea of what’s going on and if I’m right, me and jackass over here will be out of your hair really soon.” He slapped my arm, dropping his smile when I stared at where he’d touched me. 
These guys were real. Like in the flesh real.
“Before you freak out on me, let’s take this conversation somewhere more private, hm? Maybe not a police station? Okay, Chief?” said Dean.
“I’m the Sheriff,” I mumbled, closing my eyes. 
“It’s just a nickname, buddy. You got a house? Let’s go to your house okay, Sheriff?” I nodded in what felt like slow motion, grabbing my jacket as Dean convinced Ben to come with us. 
If I was going to have a mental breakdown, at least the Dean one seemed nice.
“Where’s my airstreamer!” I said twenty minutes later when I pulled up to where my home should have been. Instead, a large, beautiful wood cabin sat in it’s place, nestled in the trees. “That’s not my house!”
“According to google it is,” said Dean. I glanced to my right, glaring at him as he scrolled through my phone. 
“How did you get that!” I said, trying to snatch it away.
“You tossed it in the cupholder, dumbass,” scoffed Ben from the backseat. “Is this numbnuts house or not, cocksucker?” Dean turned in his seat, his features tight. 
“First off, dickwad, I screw women. Second, there’s nothing wrong with sucking cock, got it?” he rolled his eyes and scrolled the phone more. “We totally would have a homophobic alter ego out there in some universe. We’re just that damn lucky. Even you with your Sheriff job and seemingly normal life, I bet it’s fucked up to a degree huh?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out, Dean humming as he stopped his finger on the phone.
“I’m not homo whatever you called me,” said Ben, leaning forward in his seat. “I know what that means. I don’t care if a dude fucks a dude. You just look the type.”
“That’s still a problem, jackass. People don’t look-”
“Guys,” I said, swallowing thickly. “Can we just agree we shouldn’t judge other people, for anything besides their character and focus on more important things like what the fuck is happening?”
“Yes, Beau, excellent point,” said Dean, slapping my shoulder, giving Ben a glare. “Isn’t it?”
“Sure, whatever,” he said, getting out of the car. Dean slid out too with my phone, leaving me scrambling to put the car in park and follow after. “Oh you’re so a dirty cop to afford this place. I can respect that.”
“I am not a dirty cop!” I snapped, Ben raising his eyebrows as I got in his face.
“Well, well. Maybe our little pussy has a dick after all.” I looked back at Dean, his face in an apologetic smile.
“You can see how we got arrested for getting in a fist fight now, huh?” said Dean. He walked past me, slapping my shoulder before putting a hand on my back, guiding me forward towards the house. “So this isn’t your house, Beau?”
“Like I said, I live in an airstream on this plot of land. There’s an old cabin not too far but my house was right here this morning and now-”
“Fuck!” growled Ben. Dean and I froze, carefully spinning around to watch him fall to the ground on hands and knees. He started to shake, Dean moving fast over to his side. I looked around, this close to going back to my dying theory, when Dean hoisted Ben up, an arm around his body. 
“Beau. Inside. Now.” He was moving fast and I jogged up the few front steps to the porch, opening the door and flipping on a light switch. I blinked, catching a framed picture on the wall. It wasn’t one I recalled taking but I could clearly see why.
There was Ben, Dean and I, arms around each, wearing big smiles on what looked like some sort of camping trip.
“Beau!” shouted Dean, already past me and up the stairs, Ben clinging to him for dear life. “Find us a bathroom now!”
“Right, sorry!” I said, jogging up after them. I skirted around them in a hallway, finding a bathroom in the first bedroom I checked. I whistled as I hit the lightswitch, Dean inside with Ben, sitting him down on the floor before he reached inside the shower and turned it on full blast. “What’s-”
“He’s having a panic attack,” said Dean. I glanced down, Ben shaking hard, his eyes staring at the tile floor but not quite seeing anything. I didn’t even notice Dean leave, quickly back in the bathroom and returning to Ben, slapping a pair of noise-canceling headphones over his ears and wrapping a blanket tightly around him. 
Ben blinked, staring at Dean with tears in his eyes, anger and shame in every feature of his face.
“Go ahead and call me a cocksucker all you want man, but I ain’t leaving your ass until you’re though this, understand me?” Ben nodded once. Dean sat back next to him, sighing deeply. “Sheriff? Maybe you want to go tell your wonderful neighbors to fuck off with the fireworks? I want this guy with us when I tell you guys what’s going on.”
“Yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll be back in ten.”
“Are you a cop? Or ex-military?” I asked Dean half an hour later. We were sitting on the large sectional in the family room of the home, big enough for more than three grown men to comfortably lay on at once. Ben glanced at Dean from where he sat by himself way down, steadily nursing his glass of bourbon and refilling it.
Dean cleared his throat and shook his head.
“You act like it,” said Ben. He said that with certainty, a twinge of remorse in my gut for not realizing he was suffering from PTSD earlier.
“You must have served,” I said to him, Dean sipping from his cold beer. I drank from my own as Ben closed his eyes. “Like Dean said, I think we’ve all had some bad hands dealt to us. Maybe of our own doing, maybe not. I’m still pretty sure this is a fever dream and isn’t actually real-”
“It’s real,” they both said. 
“How do you know that?” said Dean with a nod at Ben. Ben smirked, slumping back in his seat.
“Where I come from, I was born in 1918. When I was a young man, I signed up for a secret war effort and then injected me with Compound V. It made me a superhero. Superstrength beyond what you two can even comprehend. Invulnerability. I never aged past my mid-forties. I was a war hero. A movie star. Women, men, everyone wanted to get fucked by me or be me. And then my team betrayed me, I was tortured for forty years by the russians, and they stuck nuclear waste down my gullet. But I was so damn tough it didn’t kill me. No, no. It made me powerful. I could fucking explode. Bring down buildings. Turn other supes human. Kill them.” 
Ben knocked back his bourbon and smiled, looking between Dean and I.
“I was born exactly like the two of you. Just a boy. Just a man. And I could do all that before they drugged me up and trapped me back in a box. So if all that was real, then I can believe that life has the ability to throw me into another fucking dimension, or whatever the fuck this is, too.”
My eyes couldn’t have been wider, Ben snickering at me but I couldn’t even try to be mad at him.
He’d been a fucking superhero? A superhero? That was-
“I hunt monsters. And demons and the supernatural and a whole bunch of shit. Even took on the devil and God a few times and won. Technically I died in 2020, even though I did that a bunch too, but I was dead dead last I checked and it was also like 2070 something last I knew and according to the calendar in your office it’s like fifty years earlier so something weird is definitely up,” said Dean.
My head turned slowly to him, eyes still wide, mouth gaping now. 
“Also, other worlds totally exist which what I’m pretty sure is happening. We’re all different versions of the same guy in different universes,” said Dean.
“You hunt monsters? What kind of fucked up world do you live in? At least he’s like superman!” I said, pointing at Ben.
“If superman does hard drugs off a hooker’s ass then sure, I’m like that guy,” chuckled Ben. My head whipped back to him, Dean holding up a hand. “Who died and made you the head of this operation in the first place, Deanne weenie? I'm the oldest. I’m in charge.”
“I spent forty years tortured in hell by demons, grandpa,” growled Dean. “I know what the hell I’m talking about so sit down, shut up, and let me figure out a way to get you back to whatever universe you belong in.”
“I spent forty years getting tortured too, cum guzzler. It don’t make you special,” said Ben, getting to his feet. Dean rose fast, the two of them bumping their chests against each other.
“Wait!” I jumped over the ottoman in the center of the couch, forcing them each to take a step back. I took a deep breath, Ben grabbing my arm to yank me backwards.
“Not now, kiddo. I need to finish what I started with this one,” said Ben. I planted my feet but Ben was strong. Maybe not super strong anymore but still, he pulled me back hard and fast. Fast enough to make me trip and hit my head on the way down.
“Ow!” I gasped, wrapping an arm around my head, slowly getting to my knees. When I opened my eyes, Ben was worriedly staring at me, his hand on my head. “Get off-”
“What is going on?” Ben asked Dean, looking over his shoulder. He was wide eyed when he looked back at me, looking me over. “Why the fuck do I feel bad I just did that? I don’t give a shit about you. I don’t know you. I don’t…”
I looked at Dean, his eyes closing. 
“When Ben had his panic attack-” I said, Ben growling. I ignored him, looking to Dean still. “When he was scared, you went full blown…you were acting like you cared about him.”
“For some reason, when that happened, something clicked,” said Dean, kneeling down on the floor beside Ben and I. He found Ben’s gaze and nodded. “It felt like you were my brother. Even when you pushed Beau just now, I don’t hate you when I easily could. I just…”
“Care that Beau’s okay,” said Ben. He held out a hand, helping me sit up, a gut punching hitting me in the stomach. I swallowed, the same thick swallow they were sharing. “Dean.”
“You’re using my name. Now I’m concerned,” said Dean. Ben groaned but I understood where he was going with this.
“Dean, I think what Ben’s trying to say is…this isn’t your guy’s universe and it’s not mine either. I have one brother and he’s not you guys so wherever the hell we are-”
“We’re brothers here,” said Dean. He closed his eyes. “This is our house too. There’s too many pictures of us in this house, the bedrooms are too different, the garage outside has my muscle car in it I’m pretty sure. Which means we’re in a completely different universe.”
“Or we’re not,” said Ben. Dean opened his mouth to argue but Ben slapped his hand over it. “We could be dead. Or in purgatory.”
“I was already dead and you two weren’t there,” said Dean. “Besides, it’s 2023. I was dead and Ben was in a box? Or some shit. We couldn’t die twice.”
“I wasn’t dead in the box, moron,” sighed Ben. “I was just in a coma kind of. On ice. For probably the next forty years.”
I stood up, needing something for the splitting headache between my ears. I left them to bicker in the family room, something nagging at me that this was familiar. It couldn’t be though, right?
I wandered into the kitchen and swiped some pills from the cabinet, ducking down the hall to a bathroom and tossing a few down.
“Guys?” Loud footsteps approached as I existed, holding up the bottle. “How did I know where this bottle would be? I’ve never been in this house.”
“I’d assume the medicine would be in the kitchen,” said Dean, Ben shrugging. I shook my head, shaking the bottle.
“No. No I always keep my medicine in the bathroom. I always have my whole life. My parents did, I did, my ex-wife. Always in the bathroom. So why did I know to go to the kitchen?” I asked.
“Because that’s where Dean keeps them, isn’t it?” said Ben, crossing his arms.
“I think I know what’s happening,” said Dean, very slowly holding up a hand. “Ben. You and I woke up on that trail, remember?”
“Obviously,” said Ben. “Get to the fucking point.”
“Beau, did anything weird happen today? Did you…did you have an emergency? Did you black out?”
“No. I was at work, pursued a thief, caught them-” Dean grabbed my wrist, his face tight. 
“How did you pursue the thief? Was it dangerous?” 
“It was on a motorcycle. It got a little fast but-”
“I know what happened,” said Dean. He dropped my hand and ran his own over his face, eyes wide. “I don’t know how to fix this. Fuck, I think we’re stuck until we die.”
“Fine with me,” said Ben. 
“What happened?” I asked, crossing my arms. Dean shut his eyes and breathed deeply.
“We are in a world where the three of us are brothers. Triplets obviously. And the reason the three of us care about each other and get flashes of things, like knowing where the pills were, are because we’re remembering lives that aren’t ours.”
“Uh…” Dean swallowed.
“Today Ben and I died. This version. We fell off a cliff while hiking. Ben fell and I tried to catch him but we both went over. And you Beau, you got hurt on that motorcycle. The versions of us from this world, they all died today. But for some reason, we all got put in the wrong damn bodies and now we’re here.”
“That makes zero fucking sense,” said Ben. He held up a finger. “Actually, it’s fucking stupid. It makes more sense that-”
“Nope, Dean’s right,” said a voice behind us. I spun around, a young man in his twenties smiling back with a wave. “Sorry, paperwork mix up. I’ll pop you guys back where you belong.”
“Hold up shortstack,” said Ben, striding over to the young man. “If-”
The man disappeared, Ben and Dean still close by. The familiar nagging feeling was gone but the three of us were still there.
“Jack! It didn’t fucking work!” said Dean.
“It did! You three are exactly where you’re supposed to be. Beau, I shuffled a few things around in your universe so Dean and Ben can stay. Ben wants to and Sam wants you to have a fair shot at life too so he’ll see you when it’s time, okay? Talk to you guys when you die! Bye!”
“The fuck is going on!” shouted Ben.
“This is why God should not be a child,” groaned Dean. “We’re stuck. We’re fucking stuck as brothers. For real now. All because man-child druggie over here wanted to not go back to being in a coma. I was dead and I was ready to go!”
Ben threw a right hook, Dean barely dodging it. He tried throwing another but I caught his bicep, yanking him away from Dean.
“Enough!” I shouted, holding up a hand in front of each of them, keeping them at arms length from one another. “You fucking calm down, Ben. And Dean, cut the guy a break for not wanting to go back to being captured.”
“He’s clearly a piece of shit. You heard him talking before, Beau,” said Dean. “I-”
“I said enough!” Dean’s jaw snapped shut, both of them huffing, giving each other dirty looks. “Ben, go take the bourbon and hang out on the porch, alright?”
He said nothing and went past, not without forcefully bumping Dean’s shoulder. When the front door slammed shut, Dean wiped a hand over his face again. “Really dude?”
“Beau, I get you want to be the nice guy but he doesn’t belong here and neither do I,” said Dean. I skirted past him, stopping in the main hall of the house, looking out the front door to find Ben sitting on the front porch with his head between his knees. “We don’t know Ben. Maybe he deserves to be locked up. Trust me, I’d love to be alive again but I want that with my real brother, not this place. Ben and I aren’t supposed to be here.”
“Actually you are,” said that young man’s voice again. We both looked around, the young man sighing. “Listen, Dean. This is Beau’s world, the Beau in front of you. Maybe I went ahead and switched things up a bit, made you guys all brothers and yes, you can recall memories when needed. Maybe I did fuck up Beau’s world. But there’s a reason for that. All three of you need each other. You-”
“I was at peace Jack. I-”
“You were bored out of your fucking mind in Heaven. Hey, you want to get back in the game? Consider this your audition. Help your new brothers,” said Jack. “Beau?”
I pursed my lips, crossing my arms. “Yes, uh, Jack?”
“You don’t have to be afraid of me. But I don’t pop into your world often. You guys don’t get into as much trouble as say, the world Dean lived in.”
“Excuse me but who’s fault was that?” argued Dean.
“My point being, Beau, is to be yourself. Your ups and downs are as valid as your brother’s. Your monsters just don’t come with claws or lasers,” said Jack. “Now I really, really need to go. Dean, magic doesn’t exist here so yeah, you guys are stuck until you kick it. I promise I will pop you back to Sam when you do, okay? Just try to be there for each other. And maybe get a stiff drink in Beau. He’s pretty sure he’s lost his mind. Be sure to stay away from rebar!”
“Little shit!” shouted Dean. He grumbled but was quickly going to the liquor cart, grabbing a bottle of tequila and shoving it in my hands. “Drink.”
“Was that…God? Is God a kid in his twenties?” I asked, Dean ripipng the cap off, and pressing the bottle to my lips. I swallowed back two shots worth before he let me up for air, patting my back.
“Yes…technically he’s his grandson. God was a major dickhead. Jack’s cool but hands off which means-”
“Which means this is for real,” I finished. Dean knocked back some tequila himself before throwing an arm over my shoulders and leading me outside.
“We stuck?” grumbled Ben.
“Yup,” said Dean, sitting down on a porch seat, leaving me to lean back against the railing, taking another swig from the bottle. “Happy fucking new universe to us.”
“It’s actually pretty nice,” I hiccuped. Ben groaned and drank down a fifth of the bourbon bottle without so much as a flinch. I blinked, staring at him as I felt flashes of a memory. “You were in special ops. You went to rehab twelve years ago for a drug problem but you’ve been clean since,” I said. Ben narrowed his eyes at me, smirking darkly.
“Your wife divorced you and left you for a rich schmuck. Oh, and your kid potentially wants nothing to do with you. Sheriff.” I turned away from him, Dean closing his eyes in his seat.
“Can we all just agree to shut up and drink tonight?” sighed Dean. 
“Agreed,” we both said. No one said a word as we silently passed the bottles between ourselves. 
I knew I’d have a killer headache in the morning but I didn’t care. If I was ever going to have an excuse to get blackout drunk in my forties, this was it. But even as the three of us lay on the porch hours later, everyone too far gone to even move, something tickled the back of my mind.
“We used to have sleepovers on our parents porch,” I mumbled.
“Are our parents nice?” breathed out Ben. I hummed. “Is our dad?” His voice was thick, Dean shifting beside me.
“Don’t worry about it man. Look at Beau. I’m sure his…our parents are really nice people, right Beau?” said Dean.
“Good. I don’t want anymore shitty ass parents,” said Ben. I forced my head to the left, finding his back to me. He was soon snoring, Dean relaxing comfortably close by.
Maybe when I woke up, I’d realize this was all a very intense dream that had never actually happened.
Somehow I knew in my gut though that in the morning when the sun rose, Ben and Dean would be exactly where they slept.
And they weren’t going anywhere.
Dean
I groaned as I sat up. Sleeping on the hard wood of the porch had been a mistake. I noticed a blanket had been tossed over myself, Ben snoring loudly off to my side with his own blanket and hugging a pillow to his chest. 
The smell of coffee hit me and I hummed, wearily following it inside. Beau was in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of nearly white colored coffee and the thought to tease him hit me.
“You like to drink a lot of cream in the mornings do we Beau?” I said before I could help myself. Beau slurped it back, his annoyed smile letting the tightness in my chest relax.
“Only if he bought me dinner first,” he chuckled. “And yes, I like cream in my coffee. Sue me.”
“Leave some for the rest of us is all,” I said. He poured me a cup as I got out the carton, the two of us working around each other like we’d done it a million times. It was only when I sat at the kitchen island did I realize he was freshly showered and dressed, a badge and gun on his hip. “You going to work?”
“Yup,” he said, pouring more coffee in a travel mug. “I don’t get the most time off in the world and I’d rather save my vacation days for…”
Emily. In my head I saw a clear picture of her, a protective instinct towards her I’d only felt towards Sam before. Glancing at Beau though, I sensed it too and somehow, I knew it’d be there for Ben too.
“I’m so jealous of you,” I said. Beau fixed the cap on his mug while he worked on putting together a ham and turkey sandwich. “I mean…”
“You want to be a dad. I know. I feel like we’ve had this conversation before,” said Beau. “I get the feeling my daughter adores you and Ben.”
“The bastard has to have a soft spot somewhere,” I said. I glanced over my shoulder towards the front door, a pang of guilt rushing through my veins. “I can keep an eye on him.”
“I appreciate the gesture but Ben’s a big boy. He makes his own choices,” said Beau, sliding his sandwich into a baggie, tucking it away in a soft sided lunch box. “You guys probably have jobs too you ought to get to. Maybe check your rooms?”
“Good idea,” I said. I quietly watched him finish packing his lunch, Beau rinsing out his mug before placing it in the dishwasher. “I guess we’ll see you later today then.”
“Yeah. It’s friday last I knew so maybe we can order some pizzas, try to get to know each other?” I smiled, a small twinge of jealously in my gut again. “Sounds like a plan. Text if you need something.”
“Sure thing,” I said, watching him gather his things and start to head out. He froze halfway down the hall though, spinning around to look at me. His face was curious and bashful at the same time. 
“When you say you fought monsters, that include demons?” he asked. I nodded, his eyes widening for a moment. “Does…does salt actually keep them away?”
I chuckled, looking him over. I liked Beau more and more. “It’s actually ghosts the salt works on. Demons you need either an enchanted amulet or something like that or an anti-possession warding.” I peeled down my shirt collar, revealing my tattoo. “Doesn’t seem like an issue in this world.”
“I’d rather not know the answer to that,” he said, smiling softly. “Later Dean.”
I nodded, the house quiet for a beat. I trudged upstairs, finding a bedroom that I instinctively knew was mine. It was the room the three of us had crammed in the night before, the memory of Ben shaking on the bathroom floor forcing an unpleasant ache.
Only Sam had ever elicited that ache.
But something about Beau, even Ben…it rushed in my blood, made me hope Beau got to work safely. Made me wish Ben didn’t have to endure that kind of fear. 
“This is what I get for complaining that heaven was too fucking boring,” I mumbled. I opened a closet, eyes darting around for clues when I caught a pair of coveralls with my name stamped on the front. “I’m a mechanic? That tracks.”
My phone on the nightstand rang, an unflattering picture of Beau eating a plate of nachos popping up.
“Hey,” I said, flipping through the closet. “I think I’m a mechanic.”
“Actually it looks like you’re a firefighter. Your work badge is sitting on my passenger seat,” he said. “And uh, you’re probably going to be pissed but your name is Dean Arlen according to it.”
“It’s whatever,” I sighed, resigning myself to that fact I’d be spending the next forty years in this world. At least.
“Any luck on what Ben does?” I slipped out of the room, going to the one across the hall. 
“Nope. I just checked…aw, this must be your daughter’s room. It’s so pretty. Will you be my dad?”
“No, idiot,” he laughed. “I might be oldest but-”
“No offense kiddo but I’m pretty sure I’m oldest,” I said, closing the door and heading down the hall.
“Tell you what? I’ll look up our birth records when I get to work. Loser has to make dinner.”
“You’re on, kid.”
“Asshole,” he mumbled. “I’ll drop your ID off at the firehouse, okay? It’s down the block from the station.”
“Ten four, Sheriff.” Beau sighed and hung up as I pushed open a door, this room neat and tidy, a framed children’s drawing on his dresser. I went to the only other room in the hallway, grimacing when I opened the door.
Ben’s room was a disaster. Clothes everywhere. A pungent smell of old spice in the air. There were beer cans and bottles on nearly every surface. I almost decided to give up and assume Ben didn’t have a job when a slip of paper on a covered desk caught my eye. I slipped inside, frowning at it.
“Guessing this one’s mine,” grumbled a voice behind me. I spun around, Ben walking in with a glass of something gross looking. He took a sip and closed his eyes. “We should get a maid.”
“Or you can clean up after yourself,” I said. He chuckled, his features dark. “Is that beneath you?”
“Listen,” he said, putting the glass down and walking up to me, pressing his chest against mine. I was not a small guy but this one…he had twenty pounds of muscle on me easily. He stared me down, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t know how they do things in your universe but in mine, people do what I say, understand?”
“We’re in Beau’s universe so tough shit. Here, you can be a damn man and clean up after yourself.” Ben leaned in close, smashing his nose against mine, a threat of violence in the air that reminded me of when I had the mark on my arm.
“Give me a reason to snap your neck, boy,” Ben growled. “Unlike that pussy cop, I don’t give two fucks about you or anyone else here.”
My instinct was to snap back, headbutt this asshole into the next century. But...if I couldn’t shake the feeling of giving a shit about these guys then that meant he couldn’t either.
“Then kill me Ben,” I said, raising my chin. “Go ahead. If you really don’t care, do it. I won’t even make it hard for you. Because I’ve died. I know where I’m going. You though? Something tells me you might end up going downstairs and trust me, you won’t like it one bit.”
Ben’s hand shot to my throat, a threat in the air. There was no pressure though, only his heavy pants in the air.
Suddenly it was gone, Ben storming across the room, throwing most of the things from the dresser onto the floor. Glass smashed against the hardwoods, items bouncing against the carpet before coming down with a hard thud. He kept his back to me, breathing heavily.
“I’ll take that as you aren’t going to kill me then,” I said. Ben mumbled something, shoulders shaking slightly. “Listen, you got crap? I get it. I get whatever the hell this is too. But it’s the twenty first century. You can get help and be a fucking man too. I have work. Can you survive on your own?”
“I don’t need a damn babysitter.” With a roll of my eyes, I left, going down to my own bedroom. After a minute, I wash changed into a fresh pair of jeans and had found a t-shirt with a fire emblem on it, one I assumed matched the fire station I worked for. I quickly grabbed a black flannel and a pair of white and dark olive green sneakers out of my closet, whistling to myself.
“You look new,” I said to myself, pleasantly surprised they fit so well. I jogged downstairs and noticed Beau had made up an extra pair of lunches while we were talking earlier, grabbing one and heading for the door.
“Wait.” I had my hand on the handle as heavy footsteps came downstairs, Ben changed into a baseball jersey and pair of tight jogger sweatpants. He slipped on a pair of sneakers in the tray by the door, staring at me. “Alright, let’s go, jackass.”
“I didn’t realize I was your fucking chaufer.”
“I’m drunk,” he growled. I nodded back at the kitchen.
“Beau made you lunch. Might as well take it before I drop you off wherever it is you’re going.”
“I’ll be back before then,” was all he said. Two minutes later we were on the road, driving in dead silence. For the first time I caught Ben smiling as we rode along in Baby, his hand running over the dash. “Ah. See this is a car I could drive. Don’t get me wrong. That cocksucker of a brother we have-”
“Don’t insult him.” Ben’s lips pressed into a thin line. “The man might not have fought monsters like I did or had super powers like you but he’s divorced with a teenage daughter. And he’s a cop, in charge of all the other ones. In charge of this town. The man is kind but don’t underestimate him. He’s got crap too. He’s us, remember?”
Ben crossed his arms and stared out the window for ten minutes until we hit the edge of town. I wasn’t sure where we were going but I let muscle memory guide me, eventually coming up to a small complex of doctor’s offices. Ben didn’t move when I leaned forward, recognizing the name on the sign from the letter on his desk.
“You’re an asshole,” I said. I saw his lip twitch up in the passenger mirror. “Go on before I kick your ass out. I got work.”
“You’re such a bitch,” said Ben, climbing out of the car and heading inside the building without a second glance. I shook my head, driving down the road for a few minutes, passing by Beau’s truck out front of the police station. I let instinct take over, eventually finding a fire station down the block. I found an empty spot out front and parked, inhaling sharply.
“Here goes nothing.”
Work was amazing. I wasn’t just a firefighter. I had seniority. I worked on arson investigations. I got to teach little kids on field trips all about fire safety. It was like tapping into these untouched parts of my brain. The more I let go, the more memories filled in. One’s about work, about Beau and Ben. 
Maybe Sam had a point about forcing me to live a normal life like he’d been able to. I missed the hell out of him but I knew I’d see him again and for him, it wouldn’t be that long. In the meantime, I knew two guys that could do with my help right here.
“Howdy, Sheriff,” I said late in the day as Beau and the pretty female cop my brain told me was named Jenny pulled up to the scene of a small house fire. “We just put out that fire, Beau. What you doin’ bringing more hot things my way?”
Beau’s eyes glared as Jenny laughed, smacking my arm. “Oh, I love you Arlen boys. All of you are such flirts. Except Beau. That some sort of big brother thing?”
It was my turn for my face to fall as Beau threw his arm over my shoulder, giving me a tight squeeze. “It must be. My little brothers are such flirts. Especially the baby, isn’t that right, Dean?”
“By twelve minutes!” I said, dread filling my veins as a memory popped into my head. I so was not the baby brother. I hadn’t spent a lifetime of being Sam’s big brother to suddenly be thrust into baby brother status.
“Enjoy it, kid,” Beau whispered in my ear, slapping my back as he pulled away. “Everything settled here?”
“Space heater caused the fire. Minimal damage. No injuries,” I said, Jenny looking me up and down, a twinkle in her eye. “Jenny, you want to grab a drink after work?”
“I would but I have a hot date with Cassie. Unless you want to join us?” 
“Sorry, Dean’s going to have to take a raincheck. We need a little guy time after the incident yesterday. Plus Dean has oh so graciously offered to make us dinner,” said Beau, narrowing his eyes when Jenny wasn’t looking. 
“Right. How is Ben by the way?” she asked. “I thought rehab stuck this time.”
“It did for the drugs,” I said, my mind filling in a gap it didn’t know existed a split second before. “We’re still working on the drinking.”
“He’s cutting down,” said Beau as I found myself nodding along with him. We shared a concerned look, Jenny polite enough to not say anything.
“Well, I know he’s a big softie deep down. He’s making progress which is something,” she said, clearing her throat. “Beau, I’ll do a quick interview and write up the report.”
“Excuse me, are you volunteering to do paperwork? What demon are you being possessed by?” Beau teased. I stared at Jenny, probably too long, Beau grimacing behind her. “Uh, sure. Need a ride back to the station when you’re through?”
“Dean can give me a lift,” she said, a curious smile on her face. 
“Alright. Dean, I’m ducking to the grocery store. You’re making me pizza tonight,” he said. He waved as he walked away, Jenny crossing her arms and staring after him.
“Your brother is something else,” she said, dipping her tongue out past her lips.
“Oh,” I said as it clicked. “You’re hot for your boss.” She grabbed my arm, quite hard for how small she was, dragging me around to the end of the fire truck. 
“Dean, I told you I don’t know how I feel about Beau. I just…don’t say anything to him. Or Cassie or Ben or anybody, got it?” I held up my hands, Jenny letting out a small exhale.
“Can I ask a personal question?” 
“Careful, Dean,” she said but nodded anyways.
“Why not me? What’s so different about Beau and me?” I asked. She smiled softly, resting her palm on my bicep.
“You’re sweet, Dean. A good friend. You boys are similar in ways but Beau’s friendship…it lifts me up if that makes sense. There’s a light to him that-”
“I understand,” I said, flashes of memories that weren’t my own but were popping into my head. “Beau’s the good brother, Ben’s the bad one and I’m the one that’s known for sleeping around.”
“You’re known for pushing women away when they start getting to close Dean. I know you boys have only been in town a year but I’d guess that’s who you’ve always been. It’s a shame. You’d really make someone happy if you just let yourself.”
Awesome. I was the same guy in this universe, just without a legitimate reason for being alone.
“Thanks, Jenny,” I said when she pursed her lips. “Honestly.”
“Life’s funny. It doesn’t mean it’s too late for anything,” she said, walking past me. “If you know what I mean.”
“Like you wanting to fuck my brother?”
“Shut up Arlen!” she said with a huff. “All you fucking men…”
I had the feeling Beau was still very much in love with his ex-wife. Yet…something told me Ben and I got on his back about Jenny. One man and two potential women to enjoy?
I’d rather deal with the devil all over again.
Ben
My head was fucking killing me and not just from the hangover. Everything was so fucking confusing. There was too much information in my head. It was too fucking much. I knew what the internet was and bluetooth and all those other fake fucking words Hughie had made up. Or I thought he’d made up.
I’d been gone almost forty years and in that time everything had changed so fucking much.
Funnily enough, I fucking enjoyed therapy. It turns out I wasn’t a complete piece of shit. If you don’t give a shit about everyone equally, you’re just an all around asshole which was a step up in my book. 
But apparently my language was “inappropriate” or some shit. It “hurt” those around me. Like my brothers. Yeah right. Those two little shits would get hurt walking to the damn mailbox in my world.
Maybe not Dean. He seemed…angry in a way Beau wasn’t. But they were both still pussies by all standards.
It was getting late in the afternoon as I walked down yet another sidewalk in downtown, the air slightly cool. It must have been early fall based on the few trees starting to turn color. 
“Hey Ben,” said a gorgeous woman with a small wave as she struggled to get her keys in the door. Cassie. She was Beau’s friend and by proxy, mine too. 
“Hey,” I said, walking over, resisting the urge to comment on her ass as I took a box out of her arms.
“Thanks,” she said, opening up the shop door. “Today’s been a disaster. I can’t believe it’s already after three and I’m only now just getting in.”
“I bet,” I said, following her inside, trying very hard to keep my mouth shut. I mean this woman looked good. The old me from before Russia would probably already be screwing her over the desk by now.
“You’re abnormally quiet,” she said, taking the box from my arms. “And no flirting? I bet your interview didn’t go as bad as you think.”
“Interview?” I asked, Cassie rolling her eyes at me. 
“You know, the one you were supposed to have today…the security thing?” Memories flashed in my mind about Beau and Dean pulling strings with a friend of theirs to get me an interview with a private security company. A job I could clearly recall not wanting in the first place.
“Oh. Yeah,” I said, catching a clock on the wall. This supposed interview was in less then fifteen minutes. “Doesn’t sound my style.”
She suddenly looked annoyed, setting the box on a counter off to the side. “Well I’m kind of busy so maybe you should go anyways.”
“Baby-”
“I have a boyfriend, Ben,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Go to the interview for your brothers sake.”
“Whatever,” I said, leaving and walking once again. It only took five minutes to find the place I was supposed to go but I didn’t want a fucking job. The only job I’d ever had was being a supe. A movie star. Model. All of those I’d made the rules.
Anyone who tried to make me do anything other than what I wanted could get fucked.
One Hour Later
I took the fucking job. Why oh why did I say yes to that fucking job? Worst of all, they wanted me to start on Monday.
At the fucking daycare. They wanted me to work at a fucking daycare at the front desk. Me. 
“Hey,” said Beau, pulling up to a stop on the street as I sat on a bench, a stack of black polos with the security logo stamped on them beside me. “You cool?”
“Just get me the hell home,” I grunted, grabbing the shirts and pilling into the passenger seat, grateful when he kept his mouth shut most of the way there.
“So uh, Cassie texted me.” I glared at Beau, his eyes on the road. “I guess you had a job interview?”
I mumbled the story to him, Beau making a surprised sound when I finished. “What’s that supposed to mean, dickhead?”
“Means they must like you, must think you have the capacity to deal with an environment full of kids all day,” grinned Beau. 
I would have slapped him in the face if he hadn’t been driving.
“If I’m lucky I’ll die snorting coke off a whore’s tits before Monday,” I said, Beau frowning as we pulled up to the house. 
“Don’t do that,” he said when I was halfway out the door. I rolled my eyes, Beau’s face so pathetic looking though that I closed the door and sat back in my seat.
“Why not? I don’t want to be here and the world don’t want someone like me in it. I was someone in my universe. Here I’m a mooching scumbag apparently. So who cares if I go out the fun way?”
“I do.” Beau shook his head at me, my annoyance growing. “God, Jack, whatever…that kid put you and Dean in my world for a reason. Dean, I get. He died young and this is a chance to live a normal life. Me? Maybe I do things differently and don’t bottle up my shit and move on from my ex. And you? Maybe you need to get rid of your superiority complex and learn to just be a normal person without superpowers or torture or whatever. So don’t do something stupid cause I will find you in the afterlife and I will kick your ass if you do.”
“Fine,” I grumbled. A minute later I was in my bedroom, frowning at the space. It was pretty fucking filthy. “Why don’t we have a fucking maid again?”
“Because we’re not rich,” said Beau as he walked past my open door. I heard him go into a bedroom and exit a moment later sans his firearm and badge, his shirt untucked. “Dean’s making homemade pizza when he gets in.”
“Good. I’m starving,” I said, following Beau downstairs. “How much to get you to clean my room?”
“What did I say to you not five minutes ago?” asked Beau, spinning around on the stairs, looking up at me. “Find a closet or bathroom. I’m sure there’s cleaning supplies in there.”
“Well I’ve never cleaned shit so how was I supposed to know that?” Beau raised his eyebrows. “What? I grew up rich and then got even richer.”
“Well I seriously doubt mom and dad would let you get away with not cleaning your room. Think and you’ll remember.” I frowned. Of course I knew how to fucking clean something. It didn’t mean I wanted to.
“Still stupid,” I mumbled.
“Ben,” said Beau, raising his voice. “I know you think you’re hot shit but you are a sorry excuse for a man. Start acting like one and maybe every conversation you have won’t be a fight.”
Beau went downstairs, leaving me standing there feeling for the first time in a very long time like maybe my dad had been right.
I really was a fucking disappointment.
I cleared my throat an hour later as I went downstairs to find Beau and Dean laughing in the kitchen. They turned their heads when I walked in, a strange awkwardness settling in my gut.
“I uh, cleaned my room,” I said, glancing at the three ready pizzas. “One of those for me?”
“Come on, man. You can make up your own,” said Dean. I settled next to him, looking at the different topping options. “I heard you got a job today.”
“Yeah,” I said, sprinkling some pepperoni on top of one. 
“So what was it like growing up rich?” asked Dean. “Personally we had jack shit after I was four. Nice to know I was well off in one universe.”
“It was alright,” I said, Beau passing me a bowl of peppers and onions. “Actually it sucked. I was never good enough for my dad.”
“Been there, done that,” said Dean. “I mean, I made up with my dad eventually but it wasn’t until after he died.”
“My dad’s nice,” said Beau softly. “Our dad. You guys will like him.”
“I’m sure we will,” said Dean, nudging my ribs. “Hey. Even if he’s not perfect, beats being tortured for forty years, am I right?”
“You have a point.” I put some extra jalapeños on my pizza before I was done, Beau hopping up on the counter. Dean grabbed a few beers from the fridge, handing one to each of us and then putting the first pizza in the oven.
“So,” said Beau, taking a draw from his bottle. “I know this situation is kind of crazy but not gonna lie, I don’t mind having some company at home again. Em stays with her mom a lot lately.”
“I lived with my brother most of my life,” said Dean with a small smile. “It’s not half bad.”
They both glanced at me, waiting for me to share something personal. I resisted the voice at the back of my head screaming for me to snap an insult back at them.
“I’ve kinda always been on my own I guess,” I said, fiddling with the bottle in my hands. 
“Well not anymore,” said Beau.
“Just stop calling us pussies all the time?” asked Dean, a smirk on his face.
“No promises,” I said, Dean slapping my back.
“Told ya you’d warm up to us,” he said. I rolled my eyes, Beau chuckling into his beer. “We’ll work on it.”
Beau held up his bottle, raising his chin. “To Ben working on his potty mouth.”
“To living in a world where we can have normal lives,” said Dean, lifting his. I tilted mine up, nodding once.
“To my new, weird as fuck, brothers.” 
“I’ll drink to that,” said Dean, throwing an arm over my shoulders, a strange warmth filling me up. “Now who’s hungry?”
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megamett44-lover · 7 months
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Chris Sturniolo x Reader
Summary: Based off “Never Say Never” by The Fray
Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns, profanity, online bullying
Requested? No! (I have been re-watching The Vampire Diaries and forgot how good the soundtrack is. So prepare for more fics based off of songs<3)
Don’t Let Me Go
“Some things we don't talk about
Rather do without and just hold the smile”
Chris and I had a…complicated relationship, to say the least. Growing up together, he had become my best friend, my safe place. The only one I trusted completely with my heart. I guess that was my first mistake.
As we grew older, so did my feelings. They grew into something I couldn’t ever understand. I had thought my feelings had been one sided, but I was wrong. Both of us scared to lose our friendship, neither of us said anything.
“Falling in and out of love
Ashamed and proud of, together all the while”
It was Sophomore year when we had both confessed our feeling for each other. Both delirious at 3:00am, watching some stupid comedy, when his hand slipped into mine under the blanket we shared. Looking up to be met with his blue eyes boring into mine, he smiled.
“I love you, Y/n.” He had whispered softly.
Something we had often said to each other, somehow felt different; this statement from him had the weight of his whole heart on the line. And with all of the courage in my body, I threw my heart into the deep end with his, not caring where it would take us.
“And I love you, Chris.” I whispered, watching his eyes for any glimmer of doubt. Instead, I found the childlike innocence of pure, true love. The kind’ve look someone only has once in their lifetime; first to love, and to be loved.
From then on, we were one. Maybe to our own fault. When we were good, things were great. But…when things were bad, they were awful. Loving each other too much to the point of not loving each other at all; it had become too much.
“You can never say never
While we don't know when
But time and time again
Younger now, than we were before”
“I never want to see you again.” I said through the tears burning my eyes.
“Never say that again, Y/n L/n.” Chris said. “I don’t care if you’re not mine, I will always be yours. No matter what, I can promise you that.”
I was silent, my heart aching from the pain of crying. My knees threatening to buckle from beneath me at any moment, to fall back into Chris’ arms because as much as I hated to admit it, I had felt the same for him, no matter what I said.
But I stood strong, and watched as he walked toward my front door. Before closing it behind him, he turned to look at me one last time.
“My heart is yours, Y/n.” Chris said softly. “It always has been, and always will be.”
“Picture, you're the queen of everything
Far as the eye can see, under your command”
At 19, I had moved with Chris and his brothers to L.A. to pursue a YouTube channel of my own. Having pretty much overnight success, I felt as if I was on top of the world. I had truly made something of myself.
“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Chris said, wrapping me in his arms. “You deserve it all, and I will be there with you every step of the way.”
Pulling back from his embrace, I looked into his eyes; the same eyes that looked back at me when we were just 16, confessing our teenage crushes. Now older, they resembled the pride he had, the admiration he held for me; the love we had shared for years, only growing stronger.
“I will be your guardian
When all is crumbling, I'll steady your hand”
“God why did he chose her?”
“She’s just using him for her own gain lmao”
“Idk I think it’s kinda sweet that Chris is doing some charity work”
Reading the comments of Chris’ most recent Instagram post announcing our relationship, had my eyes watering. I was no stranger to the hate, I had been dealing with it since I was featured in one of the Triplets YouTube videos. The speculation that I might be dating one of them, the hate had spread all over my social medias; but this time was ten times worse.
With the confirmation of our love, the internet responded with hate. Burying my face into my knees, I let the tears flow freely, something I had never done. I knew it was pointless to cry, but I couldn’t help it; everyone has their breaking points, and this one was mine.
“Y/n! I’m back from the st-” Chris stops at the sight of me crying on his bedroom floor. “Oh, baby what’s wrong?” He asks, putting a finger under my chin so I revealed my face to him.
“It’s stupid.” I said, wiping my eyes. “Really, I’m fine, just stressed.”
Chris looked at me quizzically before eyeing the phone beside me, Instagram comments still open.
“Oh Y/n,” He said, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. He grabbed my phone, scanning the comments himself, scoffing to himself. “I hope you aren’t actually taking these to heart.”
He picked me up, holding me in his arms. “You, Y/n L/n, are the most beautiful girl in the world, with the most infectious laugh I’ve ever heard. You are everything to me, no matter what anyone says or thinks. I love you so much, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. So don’t let that bullshit get to you, because that’s all it is, bullshit.”
By this point I’m laughing, my arms wrapped around his neck. “You done?” I asked.
“Do you believe me?” Chris asked. “Because if not, I’m gonna be forced to keep reminding you how much I love you.”
“We're growing apart…”
Navigating our relationship since we had gone public had been hard. With all the retaliation from his fans pouring in, it became hard for me to listen to Chris, opposed to the thousands of others who wanted to see our relationship to break.
“Chris,” I say, standing in the doorway of his room. “I think we need to take a break.”
Looking up from his phone, his eyes wide. He approaches me. “What, why?” He asks, bewildered.
I sigh, fighting the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. “I just…I need time.” I whisper. “This is all so much, it’s taking a toll on me.”
I look up to see a tears in Chris’ eyes. Placing a hand on my cheek, he pulls me closer. “I never want to hurt you.” He says. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be right here waiting, whenever you’re ready.”
“…but we pull it together
Pull it together, together again”
A month later, and I wish I could’ve said I was doing better. Truthfully, I felt as though I was missing a piece of myself, my other half, my best friend.
Typing out a simple: “I need you.” and hitting send was probably one of the best decisions I had ever made in my entire life. In 5 minutes flat, there was a rapid knocking on my door.
Opening the door, I see Chris, soaking wet from the rain that was beating down on my house. Throwing myself outside into his arms, I couldn’t care less about the rain; I was home.
“Don’t let me go.” I whisper.
“Don’t let me go.” He whispered back, holding me tightly.
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writebackatya · 4 months
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McDuck Family Members Most Likely to Start Sh*t at Thanksgiving Dinner
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Ah Thanksgiving. The holiday celebrated on the 4th Thursday of November (in America that is), one with food, family, and celebrating what we’re thankful for! (Wanna feel bad? Learn about the holiday’s origins!)
And no family is quite as big as the found family from DuckTales; so arguments are bound to happen at a dinner table filled with so many zany characters with interesting pasts and quirks. Let’s honor those who would throw the first punch at a family dinner, shall we?
Bentina Beakley
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I wanna cut Beakley some slack. She most likely had a long day before dinner even started what with all the preparations she did for dinner. Not just cooking for 20+ family members plus other side/recurring characters but also the cleaning and presentation
But let’s face it. This woman can be so condescending at times. And judgmental. You just know if someone is showing up to dinner wearing jeans and sweater she’d have something to say about it. And she strikes me as someone who would slam the dishes while cleaning them only for someone to say, “Hey Beakley do you need help with the dishes?” and then she’d be like “No. It’s fine. I got them”
But it’s not fine. Go help her with the dishes. She deserves a break
Dewey Duck
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When I was first thinking about this list I originally thought “No way any of the triplets would start anything on Thanksgiving” Huey is a good boy and Louie would definitely take it easy on a day where you’re legally allowed to sit around, be lazy, and eat food. But then I remembered Dewey and how much of a diva he can be
We know Dewey is an entertainer and with everyone coming to dinner, he has a huge “captive” audience that he can perform for. Whether it be an original Thanksgiving song, a one man Dewey show about the first Thanksgiving, a sonnet about a bonnet, or a very special Thanksgiving episode of Dewey Dew-Night; that kid will want all the attention in him. And the very second the spotlight is taken off, oh boy…
Gladstone Gander
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Look at this prick. Don’t you wanna slap his face!?!Anyway I love Gladstone Gander, but he’s the kind of family member that just would go on and on about himself and bring every conversation back to him again and how great his life is
That’s great Gladstone. Happy for you, the rest of us have to pay for our sushi but cool. Glad your good luck is really paying off, jerk
But honestly. It’s his tone. It’s the kind of tone that gives off that he knows he’s starting shit but won’t admit it
Goldie O’Gilt
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I mean, it’s Goldie. What else can I say?
Gandra Dee
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Oh man. There’s so many different ways controversy would start with this morally gray ex-FOWL agent and I’m here for it. Let’s face it, out of all the characters present, Gandra Dee would most likely be the one to bring up the holiday’s horrible origins. If anyone is making it their duty to make a rich white family uncomfortable on Thanksgiving, it’s Gandra Dee
She’d get political and even directly ask Scrooge who exactly he voted for in the past two Presidential elections (he claims to be progressive, but he’s still the richest duck in the world. Just how many tax cuts is this man getting to keep that status?)
Oh and what about the treatment of her overwork and underpaid boyfriend? Why is he still working in the bathroom?
Oddly enough, I can see her and Scrooge bonding over a mutual disdain for Gladstone Gander. What a prick
Kit Cloudkicker
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It’s not that exactly what Kit does that’ll start a fight, but what he doesn’t do.
Kit is the kinda guy that was supposed to bring a dessert but totally forgot to pick something up from the bakery so instead he’s stopping at the gas station on the way to dinner to pick up some Twinkies
Kit is the kinda guy that would “take a walk” before dinner and not do anything to hide the scent and now all the kids are wondering how a skunk got inside
Gyro Gearloose
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It’s Gyro. Something is bound to piss him off at some point
Doofus Drake
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I am so tired of the fandom not including Doofus in this found family (Louie and him made up and are friends now and BOYD is his brother, sorry it’s canon) so he’s here on the list
But he’s still a new addition to this family. And a weirdo and a rich brat with a lot of issues that someone should seriously help him with. He’s gonna make everyone uncomfortable. Is it intentional? Or is he just being Doofus? Who knows
What I do know is this, don’t eat the dish he brought.
Della, Donald, and Scrooge!
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The original three!
These three are responsible for splitting up the family in the first place so it’s no surprise that they’re number one on this list!!
Yes they’ve squashed their beef with one another and moved past the Spear of Selene, but they are still themselves
The ones most likely to start shit over the dumbest things
These three are going to be bickering over who should carve the turkey. And the argument will be so loud and hectic that no one will question why a bunch of birds are eating a turkey
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this list. It wasn’t meant to slander any characters, just did it for fun. Happy Thursday everyone.
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heavyhitterheaux · 10 months
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Girls Night Out
First Babies of Private Garden Fic
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AN: leaving Jack, Urban, Druski, and Clay in charge is bound to not end well lmao
Synopsis: First Lady's first girls night after having the triplets, and she has all the confidence in the world in her husband to keep everything running smoothly even if she is a little hesitant at first. Little does she know Jack is scared shitless. This escalates once he loses sight of two of his children.
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
Requested by: my boo @nattinatalia and baby mama @harlowcomehome😘💕
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“Baby, I thought you were getting dressed?” Jack asked as he came up behind you, currently staring in the mirror attempting to fix your hair for the third time.
“I was…I am. I….just are you going to be okay with them? I feel guilty leaving you by yourself.”
“Stop worrying. And besides, I have Clay, Urb, and Dru so I won’t be by myself. You deserve this and you need to get out of the house.” Jack replied as he kissed your temple and you slowly nodded your head agreeing with him.
“But…”
“No. Worst comes to worst, I call 911.”
“Uhh, babe. I hope we don’t have to get to that point. I thought that you were going to say that you were going to call Maggie or my mom.”
“Same difference.” Jack replied while shrugging.
He was putting on a good front right now seeing as that he was scared shitless. He wanted for you to go out and enjoy yourself seeing as this would be the first time you’ve gone out since they had been born.
Jess and B had helped you pick out a new outfit seeing as they would be the ones taking you out for the night.
However, you had all the confidence in the world in him and knew that he would be able to survive without you since you’ve seen first hand how amazing he is with them.
You had slipped on your dress, but couldn’t help to pick apart everything that had changed since their birth and things that weren’t back to normal just yet.
Jack noticed it and came up behind you in the mirror to wrap his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder.
“You look gorgeous, baby. No wonder I put three babies in you.”
You immediately rolled your eyes before laughing as you turned your head to kiss him.
“But you can kinda see my stretch marks.”
“And? If someone says anything, I’ll beat their ass. Now hurry up and get downstairs before Jess and B come up in here yelling.”
“Yes, I know. We’re full of hot chips and bad decisions.”
You walked downstairs to see Clay, Urban, and Druski all scattered around the living room while the triplets were currently on the floor having tummy time. You could tell Axel was over it and went to pick him up first.
“DAMN, okay miss mamas. I see why Jack got you pregnant.”
“BYE Dru.”
“I’ll do it again soon too.” Jack replied and all you did was eye him as Axel was now playing with your necklace.
You placed a kiss on his cheek and handed him to Urban, while you did the same thing with Autumn who got handed to Clay, and Ivy who got handed to her father.
“Now you all be on your best behavior.”
“Axel is saying ‘we will mommy’.” Urban quickly answered while bouncing him on his lap.
“Oh. I meant the four of you, not them. I don’t worry about Clay seeing as he has the most sense, but… yeah I’m not worried about the babies. Please call me if you need me.”
“What the? We have sense!” Urb said trying to defend the three of them, but all you did was look at him with a tight lipped smile.
Druski didn’t say anything because he knew that lowkey you were right. 
“No, we aren’t calling you because we got this. Now go.” Jack said as he handed you your black Birkin and was trying to push you towards the door.
“Look, my triplets and my little baby better be in one piece when I get back or else.”
“WHAT? What about me? YOUR HUSBAND?”
All you did was give him a blank stare as you heard Clay stifle a laugh from behind you.
“SERIOUSLY?”
“Umm yeah so I love you and I’m leaving.”
“I love you too, and you have nothing to worry about.”
Now Jack had something to worry about.
It was only an hour in with watching the triplets when he came back in the living room and noticed Druski looking around frantically.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Jack asked while looking at him confused while opening a bottle of water.
“Sooo, five minutes ago there were three kids in here, now there’s only two.”
“WHAT?” Jack asked and he could feel his heart rate start to increase. 
“SHE WAS JUST THERE!”
Even though the house was baby proofed, you and Jack just never knew with the triplets seeing as their newest obsession was climbing over the baby gates. 
“AND NOW SHE’S NOT! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LOST MY DAUGHTER. YOU HAD ONE JOB, ONE!”
“And your wife already thinks yall need supervision and she was proven right.” Clay added while Autumn was simply sitting next to him watching all of this go down.
“Shut it, Clayborn and you better not tell her either!”
“I’ll tell her if you don’t find them. Then she’ll have to divorce you and marry me.”
“I’m ignoring you.”
“You’re mad just because I’m right.” 
“SHE HAS THEM FAST LEGS FROM YOU. NO WAY IN HELL SHE GOT THEM FROM YOUR SHORT ASS WIFE.”
“OUTTA POCKET! YOU LOST IVY AND NOW YOU’RE COMING FOR Y/N? I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE CALLED NAS INSTEAD!”
“I mean… Y/N is on the short side.” Urb added, but now looked down to see  Axel wasn’t at his feet anymore like he was less than a few minutes ago.
“Oh um…”
“Urb, where’s Axe?” Jack asked, seeing as now the only baby in the room was Autumn.
“HE WAS JUST THERE!”
“I TOLD YALL ASSES THAT THEY CAN CRAWL AND TO KEEP THEM IN YOUR SIGHT AT ALL TIMES! BOTH OF YOU FIND MY KIDS, NEOW!”
“This is why I’m little baby and why your wife will always love me more.”
“Clay, not now. Just watch Autumn.”
“Yes, now! Have fun explaining to your wife how you lost not one, but two kids.”
As Jack, Urban, and Druski were scrambling throughout the house, Clay decided to put on Fast and Furious for him and Autumn to watch. 
Druski was checking underneath the couches
Urban was in the kitchen 
While Jack was on his way to the pantry when he saw what was on the television.
“CLAY! She is too young to watch that!”
“But she likes it! And you’re never too young for Dom Toretto. All about family, but you lost half of yours.”
Urban had just come back in the living room and heard what Clay had said and immediately laughed. 
“URB! WHERE’S AXE?
“Not in the kitchen, I can definitely tell you that.” He answered as he was now eating chips. 
“We need to find them before Y/N comes back!”
“Knowing her, Jess, and Blanca, they’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
“That was the case before we had children.”
Jack went back on his search when he opened the pantry and found Ivy eating some of her baby snacks and was as content as she could be. Jack then let out a sigh of relief, but he was only relieved for so long seeing as Axel was still nowhere to be found.
He quickly picked her while still allowing her to hold onto her snacks and went back into the living room. 
“Well look who found one of the lost children.”
“Clayborn, shut up.”
“I should call mom too and tell her about this.”
“DON’T YOU FUC-..... DARE! Just here, watch her.” Jack said as he handed Ivy to Clay who he put on the opposite side of him.
Just then Jack’s phone went off indicating a facetime call from you.
“Shit…”
“Answer it or I’ll tell her.”
“I swear I’ve been fighting for my life ever since your ass was born.” Jack replied to him before answering you.
“Baby! Why are you calling me?! I told you I got it and not to worry.”
“I’m worried! I can’t help it. Are all of you okay?!” You asked and he could see that you had your dessert in front of you which looked like a cheesecake of some sort.
“We’re fine, babe. Just watching movies with the babies.”
“Well I’m on my way back. You survived at least 2 and a half hours without me and I miss them.”
Jack could feel the panic start to set in. 
“Wait, what? Already? Babe, you can stay out longer and wait a minute…. you miss them and not me?!”
“I’ve been looking at you since I was fourteen, you can take a backseat for a while.”
“I swear between you, Dua, and Clay. That’s why I have gray hair now.”
“Love you boo bear! See you soon! I’m not far.”
“I love you too, mamas.”
Once you hung up, Jack simply sighed and looked at Clay.
“Soo, how long do we have before she gets back?”
“25 minutes at the most, but with the way she drives, make that 12.”
While Clay stayed in the living room, the rest of them continued with their search.
“Urb, how much time do we have left?” Jack asked while looking over at him. 
“She should be here in five minutes so you better make your son appear.”
“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO LOST HIM, NOT ME!”
“And I’m telling my bestie that it was you. You know you two are my parents too and that I need to be supervised at all times.”
“Oh like the time they left you at wingstop?”
“Dru! Not now!”
“Yeah, dark times and I never plan on letting them forget it either. I was ready to get put up for adoption.”
Just then, Jack went over to where the golden girls were and saw Axel terrorizing Blanche and quickly picked him up. He was thankful that she hadn’t bitten him and could only imagine how you would have had some choice words for him if that happened. The huskies were now full grown and one wrong move could come with a lot of bad consequences. 
“Axe, how did you even get over here and get over the gate?!”
All he did was look at him and laugh as all three of them walked back into the living room.
“I’m never babysitting with you again, not until they’re ten. At the very least.”
“Whatever wifey asks you, we NEVER speak of this.”
The door quickly opened and you made your way inside to see that everyone was still in one piece.
“Hey, I brought back food! Looks like the little baby and my triplets are okay, so I guess you can survive without me.” You said while reaching up to kiss Jack and quickly taking Axel away from him.
“I told you that we would be fine.”
Clay then stifled a laugh which earned him a smack in the back of the head by Jack. 
“I knew you could do it, I had nothing but confidence in you the entire time.”
“At least one of us did.” Dru muttered and Jack shot him a look.
You then looked over at Clay and was confused and he was wondering what was going on and why you were looking at him that way.
“Y/N, you okay?” 
“Clay, where’s Autumn?”
“Oh fuck. Not again.” Jack said and you immediately turned to him confused.
“What do you mean not again? Baby, what are you talking about?”
“Umm, nothing, babe. Just go get comfortable while we look for her.” Jack said as he kissed your forehead and took Axel from you.
You were hesitant, but you did as you were told. Once you were up the steps and out of earshot, Jack glared at Clay.
“She was just there!”
“SAVE IT! And help me find her before Y/N comes back down here!”
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khagihan2000 · 2 years
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UUURRRRP! What did you like, feed me? I can’t stop eating, and my cheer uniform is getting so tight!! I knew a nerd loser like yoUUUUURRP couldn’t be trusted!
Leena just laughed. Yes she was a nerd. So what? At least she wasn't the one writhing around on the locker room floor growing fatter by the second! The short girl pushed another box of donuts toward the cheerleader with her foot. It was the 4th box. Jenny, the cheerleader, ripped the top off and grabbed a donut with each hand, shoving them into her face. She couldn't help herself. Tears were welling in her eyes as she reached for more. She was panting too, and Leena could see that her panties were wet. "Wh-what did you do to me?" Jenny gasped as she stuffed another donut in her mouth. The girl was trembling, clearly on the edge of orgasm. Her belly was so stuffed and distended that it looked like it might burst. The popular cheerleader was known for her large breasts, but her tits had no swollen with fat, pushing her uniform up. Her skirt had actually burst off as new pounds thickened her hips and thighs. "I may be a nerd, you dumb slut, but I'm a smart one. No... I'm a brilliant one!" Leena picked up another donut box and crouched down in front of her classmate, choosing a cream stuffed maple bar to feed to the girl. Jenny ate it eagerly, letting out desperate moans between each bite. Her belly was growing rounder as Leena watched. "You've been such a bitch to me all year. Did you think I'd never clap back? Just because you're popular? God, you're such a dumb slut." She fed the trembling cheerleader another donut. The box was empty now, 48 donuts were packed inside Jenny's gut. Leen pushed another box toward her. "The formula was my own design. I made it right in the school's chemistry lab. While you were busy shaking your tits on the football field for horny dads I was inventing the world's most addictive and effective weight gain supplement and appetite stimulant." She slapped the cheerleader's swollen belly, causing Jenny to let out a whimpering moan. The teen already looked like she was months overdue with triplets. Her belly was close to resting on the cold concrete floor between her thick thighs. "Making you fat wasn't enough. I mean, you're going to get REALLY fat, Jenny. I brought a dozen boxes of donuts and you're going to eat all of them. I bet that won't even be enough for you! But the reason your pussy is absolutely dripping is I mixed an extra strength aphrodisiac into my formula too. An aphrodisiac, weight gain supplement and appetite stimulant, all in one formula!. All mixed into the donut batter right at the bakery this morning." She watched as Jenny swallowed another donut nearly whole. The cheerleader was a horny mess, moaning between bits as her belly swelled larger. She was beyond chubby now, waddling toward obesity. Leena watched her classmate moan and shudder. Jenny looked up at her with bleary eyes. "B-but why? Why a-are you doing this to me? I-I... I never... hhnnngghhhhh.... n-never meant anything. I-it was all j-just a joke. Just t-teasing. W-why are you m-making me fat?" Leena stood, slowly unfastening her skirt. "Why? I tried to be your friend! I thought you were cool! But you ended up being a dumb bitch just like every other cheerleader. You treated me like trash just because you were popular, and spent the whole year making fun of me just because you had big tits and I didn't. We could have been friends, but you're just a dumb slut. This is what you deserve." Leena let her skirt fall around her ankles, revealing 9 inches of thick drooling girl cock straining her panties. Jenny's eyes went wide and the cheerleader let out a needy moan. She couldn't help herself. As her body swelled with fat the aphrodisiac was rotting her brain. The cheerleader licked her lips, leaning forward onto her enormous swollen belly to get closer to her classmate's cock. Leena grinned. "Besides, I like horny fat sluts."
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I don’t know if you’ve done the nitty gritty world building but I’m still curious about it:
Where do the triplets live? Do they have their own places in the common rings? Have they got property on the surface, or in other rings? Do they crash with Katia on occasion, or even live with her still?
Feel free to expand this to any other notable demons if you want!
(Sorry I’m always simping for those three. They’re just so tasty)
The triplets have a shared apartment in the "Common Rings" section of Hell, where they were essentially raised. That being said, they spend most of their time on the surface. Especially Ludwig, who will just crash anywhere he can, sometimes on his car.
How can they afford to do this? You know how Lud can take advantage of "rifts"*? So can the others, and so they're constantly inexpensively moving from one place to the other.
It's not unlikely for one of them to rent something temporarily in the surface, or to stay at a hotel/motel for a short span of time. They're usually always moving in the surface however.
Katia has her own place, the poor woman deserves it after dealing with these three hooligans for decades. The three tried to get her back to Sloth so she could be more comfortable and relatively safer, they had to push some, but they succeeded. Katia worries about the distance however. They absolutely still spend lots of time with her, or invite her to the apartment (after Mervin bullies the other two into helping making the place look spotless), it's not as if they don't have contact.
*(you might want to surf waaay back to recall what these are, but think of them as errors in the fabric of reality, this ability to not only see and interact with them connected to the triplets supposedly only visual disability. These are portals between certain locations, and while Ludwig is the most adept at using them to quickly move around, Merv and Obie can do so as well. In fact, it was a rift just like this that landed Ludwig in the Null.)
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How would Shisui react if his wife gave birth to triplets instead of just one?
Oh nonny,
I’m sorry this took so long. What a cute idea 😩🥹❤️
I see you’ve chosen choas this particular morning lol and I too often wake up on the side of lunacy. I think if any one particular Uchiha was destined to have triplets—it would unfortunately be Shisui. I can’t even imagine Itachi with twins, he is patient but lacks the energy for it. And Sasuke…well. We’ve seen how he was with just one. (Don’t hate me I love Sasuke 😩🥹 He was my original Uchiha boo, but damn was he an absent father for so long..)
Mostly sfw, a few lot of suggestive and descriptive—maybe more than just suggestive ideas here and there. This also got waaaayyyy more detailed than I intended but, I’ll take it 😍❤️
Well let’s see here, Shisui is a man of many qualities. Exceptional talent, generous lover and his undying loyalty to the village and its people. He’s an amazing man all around. Did I say generous lover already? The baby making sex was hot, ok? Like really hot being folded up like a pretzel as he rutted into you with such passion…
But for fucks sake when the sonogram showed not just one, not two but it three of his fucking tadpoles bouncing around inside his wife’s poor womb. He’s definitely going to, and very silently, go through the stages of grief. Just momentarily. He is elated of course, no doubt. This is what they’ve wanted!! It also didn’t take as long to fall pregnant but the surprise of three of his Uchiha little spawns is a bit, well, too much for even him.
This escalated even further than he could have imagined. The pregnancy phase is probably his favorite, doting on his wife as she grows their cute little babies 😩🥹 spoiling her rotten with foot rubs and such. Taking advantage of her not being able to get up at some point and just eating her soft pussy as she giggles and then moans. Those sort of things he’s going to take full advantage of before these little hell raisers are bestowed upon them.
They are blessings no doubt, I don’t see Shisui as an overtly religious man. But I mean, he was gifted with Kotoamatsukami. The man thanks the Gods damn near every day for you, his family name and these sweet little angels you made.
There is no way around it, they’re born via cesarean section. As much as his wife wanted to have a natural birth, the babies have Shisui’s head and yea. Which also comes with mops of curls. And despite Shisui having seen and been drenched in the blood of his enemies. Seeing his wife split open, and not in a good way, almost makes him falter. But he perseveres through this for her, with her. She’s so out of it too, says the cutest things while under the knife and on a copious amount of drugs.
All babies are of course healthy. Two boys and one girl. Which is great, she will have mini protective brothers from the start! Funnily enough, the first out the center cavity was the little girl. 😩😍 So she’s automatically the queen between the three siblings. They all almost look alike. The boys are identical twins and the girl was her own embryo. The doctor had joked it was most likely she absorbed her twin; but they won’t mention that. Ever.
Yeah so, this is a lot. The five days in hospital are some of the most intense and painful days for his wife. They eventually go home and it’s not entirely easy for them. Triplets is a lot of work. Feedings, diapers. Not a single one of them are on the same schedule for the first few weeks. And while Shisui is hardened by battle; three babies waking up hours apart at night does wear out a man. His wife is the same; and she is recovering.
Let’s say we’re a few years into it now. 😮‍💨 These toddlers are some of the most high octane in the world. Shisui often considers what he’s done to deserve such blatantly bad children at times. Though he’s being mostly dramatic, they’re pretty well behaved…except when they’re with him. Shisui of course is the kind of father to be a child with his own. Having been robbed of his, this is the perfect excuse to be a little bad himself. And he sees so much of him and his wife in these beautiful little people.
If he prompts his wife for another baby. She’s gonna laugh and ask how many since it’s clear they’re not having just one at a time, but full litters. Luckily. The last baby, is a singular baby. The finale.
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Matthew Sturniolo X Reader
A/N: I did a poll to see if y’all wanted this but I already had it written so it was a trick question 😌😌😌💕
Contains: literally nothing, no smut no fluff just story
TW: alcohol abuse?, drunk driving, existential dread
Matt is an optimistic do gooder on his way to Redwood University to start his masters degree. He’s far from home but he feels like the world is at his fingertips.
Cricket is a high school drop out going nowhere fast. She’s deeply unhappy with her job as a bartender at a tavern frequented by Dungeons and Dragons larpers.
They can’t help but feel drawn to each other, but is he too sweet for her?
This is what they were doing the morning of the day they met.
Y/N’s Pov
It’s 8 am on a Tuesday. I take a shot of fireball in preparation for my 12 hour shift at The Enchanted Mushroom Tavern and Inn. It is a belief commonly held that taverns and inns only exist in dungeons and dragons. This is false, as all well loved imaginary things come to life with time. That’s a fancy way of saying this place was built for people who LARP and I have to pretend I’m a medieval bar wench.
I squeeze myself into my costume that consists of an off white shirt with puffy off the shoulder sleeves, a mossy green skirt with a tattered and uneven hem, and a brown corset over top that I will note is Elizabethan and not medieval. The woefully inaccurate uniform isn’t the worst part of the job though. While at work my name is no longer Y/N it’s Petronella Epworth the fucking third and I wear the dumbass name tag to prove it.
“Let’s go, Phoebe!” I yell from our living room. I’ve never been a patient woman. Not even when we were kids. We met in kindergarten when she was hesitant going down the big slide at the park and I decided she was taking too long and pushed her. I’m bitch but I’m an insanely efficient, hardworking bitch that gets what she wants.
“Give me a minute!” She’s been working at the Tavern with me for a year and a half, and I’m always 15 minutes early for work. Because we carpool, she is always 15 minutes early for work, which has given her a reputation of reliability that she does not deserve. Phoebe has a few redeeming qualities to make up for her flakiness. When I need her, and she actually shows up, she’s unreasonably nurturing. One time, when I got sick after I dropped out of high school, she played hooky and stayed in my family’s trailer to take care of me. She brought ingredients for homemade soup and blankets. Nice blankets, too, the fleece ones that go on sale around Christmas time. The book she stole from her mother’s collection to read to me was the highlight of my week. It was called “My Alpha Mate.” The main character was an omega, and her love interest was an alpha. I think they were like werewolves or something. It was extremely smutty.
“I’ll just wait in the car, then!” There’s a loud thud as I close the front door. My van is objectively shitty. It’s a 1998 Nissan Quest that I’ve named Ted. I do, however, feel that if you’re 24 and own a van, you ought to be either a mother or a hippie with that cool Volkswagon. My vehicle doesn’t match me at all, but at least he carts around all the shit I own that doesn’t fit in my apartment. While I wait in the driver’s seat, I take a swig from the flask I keep in the car—fireball, of course, always fireball. I take a long look at myself in my rearview mirror and wonder what I’m doing with my life.
Matt’s Pov
It’s 8 am on a Tuesday and the sun is shining down on me through the sunroof of my car. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I already know it’s one of my brothers.
We’re triplets and have never been apart for more than 3 days at a time. When I was getting my bachelors degree they got an apartment two blocks away from my dorm. Chris and Nick never went to college and started a clothing brand called Fresh Love and a chapstick brand called Space Camp. Safe to say my lips are well moisturized. I’m actually wearing gray Fresh Love sweatpants right now. They’re very comfortable and perfect for long drives. I’m embarking on a 10 hour road trip to my new apartment near Redwood University where I will be studying for the next 5 years. My brothers think I’m absolutely insane for moving this far away from home.
“Chris, you know I hate answering the phone while I’m driving.” He does this on purpose to piss me off, but when I get into an accident because he divided my attention, he’s going to be sorry.
“Dude, did you know Red U’s mascot is a booby.”
“Yes, I did.” I most certainly did not know that.
Nick chimes in because, of course, Nick is there too. They’re never far apart. “Okay, but, listen to me when I say this, Matt, it’s a blue-footed booby at Red U.” He puts emphasis on blue and red. “Doesn’t that bother you? It bothers us!”
“Why on earth would that bother me? I’m not going for the sports anyway.” It bothers me a great deal. I can’t believe I have to rep the Redwood blue-footed boobies. This will surely tarnish the Sturniolo family name.
“Shut up!” says Chris. “I know it bothers you, and that’s why you have to turn that car around immediately and come back home.”
“Chrissy, I love you and Nick the most, but I have to go. I’ve got a scholarship and a once-in-a-lifetime internship.” Red U is home to one of the most prestigious research labs in America, and I have an internship there. It’s the whole reason I applied to the university; the scholarship was just an added bonus—the perks of being a straight-A student.
He groans, “I know. We know you’re going to go out and do great things.”
We’re just gonna miss our little Mattmallow,” adds Nick in that weird baby voice people use sometimes. My heart sinks at the use of my childhood nickname.
“I’m gonna miss you guys too.” More than I’ve missed anyone ever.
“Alright, man. I’m gonna leave you alone. I know you hate talking and driving,” Nick says, and I know he’s feeling a little uncomfortable.
“Love you, guys.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
The line goes dead and I know I should feel some sort of sadness but really I just feel loved. I am deeply loved, my future is bright, and I feel like today is an omen.
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Authors note: please note there is mentions of depression and self doubt. mental health is important and not talked about enough. please don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it, you are not alone. writing has kind of become like my therapy where i kind of put my feelings and what i’m going through into words as a way to cope. 
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“Chris, she’s crying again” Nick says sadly 
“I know” Chris sighs looking up at Matt and Nick “I don’t get why she keeps pushing us away when she’s struggling” 
They had heard you crying in your room for the past 20 minutes and this wasn’t the first time. You went through your fair share of depressive episodes where you would cry, have trouble eating and stay in bed for days. You always bottled up your emotions and never liked to share your feelings. You always thought you hid it pretty well from the boys, but never realized they knew when you got like this, and all they just wanted to do was help. 
“That’s it, I'm sick of just waiting around for her to come to us when she feels like it. I'm going to talk to her whether she likes it or not, you guys coming or what?” Matt says making his way to the door looking over his shoulder 
The other two boys nod in response following Matt to your bedroom door. Matt knocks softly before speaking
“Y/N, what’s wrong? It’s just us, can we come in please” Matt asks 
“Nothing!” you blurt out loudly, startling them for a second. “Nothing’s wrong!” your voice came out high-pitched, a tremor rocking your lip and making you whimper. “Everything’s fine, I’m fine” 
“Y/N,” Nick whispers, opening the door. “You're not fine” The boys come to your side, closing the distance between you faster. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?”
A shaky breath came out of you, your shoulders now falling and your eyes getting more watery by the second. “Nothing’s wrong,” you repeated, right before you broke out in tears again. “Everything sucks, I feel like my life is falling apart. I don’t want to look at social media because seeing people happy and people living their life when I'm not, just hurts. I feel like I’m just going through the same shit over and over again and all I see is gray.” you cry out “But I’m supposed to keep my shit together, because that’s what I’m supposed to do, keep it together. And now I just, I just..” you break down even more
Within two seconds, the boy's arms were wrapped around you bringing you into their embrace. Each of them surrounding you from all sides with your face secured against Matt’s chest. 
“It’s okay” Chris says moving one of his hands to the back of your head to gently place your face against his chest now. 
“It just hurts, so fucking bad and I don’t want to do anything” you muffle against his sweatshirt 
“I know love, I’m sorry” Matt sighs while they squeeze you tighter swaying you side to side while your body shakes under their arms. 
It took a while but you had finally managed to calm down and you were all now just sitting in a comfortable silence. You didn’t realize that being around other people and talking about your problems could actually make a difference in how you were feeling.  
“You're going to be okay, please don't overthink, your mind is very powerful and the emotions you are feeling are valid but don’t bottle them up, talk to us, that’s what we're here for.” Chris says 
“You guys are too good to me, I don't deserve you thank you for being here” you say 
“You do deserve us. We love you so much and please remember you are never alone, we are here for you always.” Matt says 
“Alright enough of this sad shit, get up were going out” Nick finally says releasing from your hold 
“Nick, I’m not going anywhere what are you talking about” you say
“Oh yes you are, you can go just like that I don't care but we are getting you out of this house” he says 
“Wait” you yell 
“What? You alright?” Chris asks 
“Where are we going?” you ask 
“McDonalds” Nick says like it was the most obvious thing in the world  
“Of course” you chuckle before Chris grabs your hand pulling you behind him as you guys make your way to the car. 
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