#i'm not a parent of 3 but i can imagine a relaxing night at home would be heaven if i was

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COD Men as Dream Daddy DILFs

Call of Duty single dads x gn!single parent reader

⤐Characters: 141 + König + Horangi + Keegan

⤐Premise: You just moved into a neighborhood with a high population of retired military personnel.

*glances at my 3-4 wips* let's talk about some dilfs, shall we? ...Don't look at me. I had a vision. (No relation to the actual characters from Dream Daddy, just a similar premise) Also a disclaimer: I'm writing these dads mostly in their late 30s to 40s, but don't think about their ages and the ages of their kids too much. This is all vibes. And sorry ahead of time if I gave one of the kids the same name as you 💀 Feel free to imagine the kid has a different name because the names really don't matter

p.s. I wanted to write more characters but I had to reel myself in. I could be persuaded to write a part 2 with Vaqueros, Nikolai, Valeria, Nikto, and other Ghosts tbh

Warning: this shit is LENGTHY. Strap yourself in.

Price: A post about DILFs and you expect me not to start with Captain John Price? Price is the lynchpin of this cul de sac. He's the one inviting everyone over to the barbecue, tries to get the dads to get along, and gives everyone advice. He has the quintessential dad energy. He 100% slaps his knees and says "well!" when he gets up. Price also has major girl dad energy. He's got three adorable little ladies, aged 3 (Clara), 9 (Brianna), and 11 (Alice). Yes, he did name his daughters in ABC order, I can see him doing that. Oh, he dotes on his girls, and they love their dad endlessly. He's the model father: recitals, sports, parent teacher conferences, you name it, he's there.

That's how the two of you meet: he comes up to you at one of the aforementioned events and gives you a firm handshake and apologizes profusely for not coming around to introduce himself earlier. It's not like him not to at least swing by, and he hopes you can forgive him the discourtesy. He hands you his number and says anything you need, just give him a call, or maybe swing by for a beer sometime. He gives you a wink that makes your knees weak, a wink that says he definitely noticed you checking out his muscled arms and broad shoulders. Maybe you will swing by for that beer sometime—and maybe get a little more than just a drink.

Ghost: I could see Simon having a one night stand kid. He certainly never saw himself starting a family after he lost his last one, but he was stressed and probably piss drunk as well. Years and years later, he's back from deployment and finds a social worker with a boy on his doorstep, and the rest is history. I love the idea of Simon with a moody 16 year old, but I actually see Simon and his son having the same dynamic as Mike and Abby Schmidt from the FNAF movie. Since Simon wasn't around for Caden's early childhood, they have a relationship that's undeniably father and son, but leaning towards casual and sibling-like. Simon's figuring his shit out, dealing with his PTSD and the various lasting health issues his time in special forces has left him with, and Caden's a quiet, sensitive 10 year old boy who thinks the world of his dad.

You meet Simon at the local bar. His Ghost days are long behind him, but the balaclava's a hard habit to kick. Besides, he doesn't need people staring at his scars. He's usually there with the 141, but today he's alone, and looks like he could use some company. You sit up at the bar close to him and order a drink, but you don't disturb him, and he visibly relaxes when he realizes you're not going to try to make small talk. It becomes a routine, the two of you: always sharing a quiet drink together at the bar, and then both of you wordlessly go home to your kids. You have a sort of silent conversation every time: Good to see you again. Yeah, you too. Neither of you actually speak a word to the other until Price introduces you to him at a gathering, and you finally hear his voice. "We've met before," he says, with a glint in his eye that suggests perhaps he'd like to be more than just a silent drinking buddy. That's fine with you: you're dying to see what's under the mask and dark hoodie.

Soap: JOCK ALERT. Johnny's basically Craig from Dream Daddy: total dreamboat who goes on runs around the neighborhood and gets all the appreciative looks from the local moms. He thrives on the attention in a way that definitely makes the 141 roll their eyes. He's got an older little girl named Elodie, and a lil baby boy Thomas that he takes everywhere with him. Obviously he's just being a responsible parent taking care of an infant, but secretly, Thomas is a great conversation starter with aforementioned local moms.

Conversely however, it's Johnny who makes the move on you first. Maybe in the grocery store, maybe at one of Price's get-togethers. Sidles up to you and introduces himself with a look in his eye that means trouble. Only the good kind of trouble, of course. If you reciprocate and he finds out you're single, you're not getting rid of him. But why would you want to, anyway? He's endlessly charming, attentive, and good with his hands. When he's fixing a leaky tap for you, of course—what did you think I meant?

Gaz: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is a fucking heartthrob. I'm saying it right here, right now. He's a walks in with flowers, makes you dinner kind of partner. Also househusband vibes, because, surprise: Kyle is still married. This isn't a Joseph (Dream Daddy) situation, though: he and his wife, Emily, have known each other for a long time, a very high school sweethearts situation. Over the years, though, they drifted apart with Kyle in the military, and Emily eventually realized she's not actually into men. They're still married for coparenting purposes: they've got an older teenage girl named Violet, and a younger boy named Elliott. (Yes, I'm naming him after Elliot Knight, sue me.)

Honestly, I think it would be HILARIOUS if you met Kyle on a dating app and realized he's your next-door neighbor. But however you guys meet, Kyle is an old-school courter kind of guy. He is taking you on dinner dates, listening to you rant about your day, and is on your doorstep in a heartbeat when you call him in a panic because your kid's running a 105 fever (41 in Celsius) and you need a ride to the emergency room. (Not that the other dads wouldn't do the same, but I'm trying to convey "most reliable man in the world" vibes here.)

König: Y'all...you don't know how much fucken time I've spent thinking about this man as a dad. He's in the same boat as Ghost where he never saw himself living long enough to start a family, but here he is with the most precious little girl you've ever laid eyes on. Ava's got her father's curly hair and big green eyes, and she has her dad wrapped around her pinky finger. For König, Ava is living proof that he's capable of being more than just a tool for violence.

You meet König through Ava, of course. Your kids are the closest of friends, and the two of them are constantly going over to each other's houses. You're obviously delighted that your kid is making new friends and fitting in so well, but you'd be lying if your heart didn't skip a beat whenever you open your door to see Ava's six foot ten dad standing there with soft eyes and a sheepish smile. I have to stop here, because I've already written an extra paragraph for this man that I've cut out and pasted for safekeeping in my notes app, and if encouraged I will write more. (Please encourage me.)

Horangi: I know we already had a sort of Robert (Dream Daddy) figure with Ghost, but I think Horangi is a dad whose kid is an adult, much like Robert and Val. I also think that out of all the dads, Horangi is likely the one who's still doing some level of military work. Either that, or he has a very demanding job that takes up a lot of his time. He's ashamed of the way he let his gambling affect his family in the past, and is making up for it by being responsible and keeping his finances in order.

You don't meet him until you've lived in the neighborhood for quite a while, but he pops up at a gathering, talking quietly with König in a corner. You'd thought you had met every neighbor in the cul de sac, so you're intrigued by the newcomer. Someone, probably Price, tells you what Hong-jin's deal is, and ever since that you just can't keep your eyes off of him. You can't quite work up the nerve to talk to him, so you occupy yourself talking with the other parents. Some time later, you're at the food table grazing on the snacks when you look up and make eye contact with him. There's something intense in his gaze that makes you freeze, like a deer in headlights. He's definitely checking you out, you think. Your chest erupts into nervous butterflies when he starts walking towards you.

Keegan: Keegan is an adoptive father! I love his dynamic with the Walker boys, so I can see him being the kind of guy who adopts an older teenager so they have a home and a family instead of aging out of the system. Jason and Cecelia are high school age siblings who would have been separated otherwise, and consider Keegan their dad in every way that's important.

I think you and Keegan are definitely rivals in some way. Maybe it's a PTO thing, maybe he gets a little too boisterous at your kids' sports game. Whatever it is, you can't stand the man, but your annoyance whenever he's around only seems to amuse him. You have no problem saying to his face exactly what you think about him, but unfortunately, Keegan can see right through you. And hey, Cecelia could use some experience as a babysitter, so you won't have to worry about spending the night over at his place, will you?

As always, I wanna hear peoples' thoughts and feedback! If you want to hear more about these dads, drop me an ask <3

[pacifierbby]

~ LONDON

Summary ~, you've been living in London since you were born. That's how you met Mason in a small coffee shop but when mason gets a chance to play for his dream team. will moving to Manchester be the right move?

A/N ~ hello my lovelys another story alert this won't be parts just a long imagine you can say? Hope you enjoy it but once again please leave feed back

Warnings ~ sadness, slightly fluff mase

Pairing ~ Mason mount x reader

Location's ~ London, Manchester

Word count ~

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~ no town does it quiet like my home, so take me back to London

London, that was where you and Mason grew up since you were both little. You never dreamed of leaving this town it was your home , and your whole family was here. You even met Mason here 3 years ago.

You and Mason met in a small coffee shop. You turned around way too fast, bumping into masons, figure spilling,hot coffee all over his top Yeah yeah very cliche fanfic story, but it stupidly happened even though you felt guilty. You, of course, asked if you could buy him a new top, but Mason, being the kind soul he is just laughed and said it was okay.

And here you are now 3 years on both of you living together In your house In London.

Mason attended his training session tonight. However, for the third night this week, he came home and didn't seem to be himself. He went straight for a shower, got into bed, and didn't greet his family with hugs, hellos, or even kisses. Fortunately, you had a day off today and went to a family meal where you discussed your concerns with your sister while your parents were out. Unfortunately, she dismissed it as stress.

Quietly sighing, I started wiping down the counters after milk had splashed out of the cup. Suddenly, I heard the jingle of keys as the door opened, and I walked over to see Mason looking sad once again. However, he just walked past me as if I was a ghost to him .

I walked into the living room, turning on the TV. It felt like we were strangers living in the same house. After 30 minutes, Mason slowly walked down the stairs and came into the lounge, where he sat down next to me, pulled the throw over his legs, and rubbed his face. I watched his every move, trying to understand what was going on In his own mind.

"What's wrong, Mason?" I whispered quietly, looking at him with concern. He looked so drained that I wondered if it was even him anymore. "I'm fine, my love. Just another stressful day," he replied. I sighed, knowing that I would never get the full and honest answers. I looked back at the TV and watched the movie that I had put on ages ago, not following the story since I was so lost in my own thoughts. Abruptly, Mason said, "I might be leaving Chelsea." He spoke so fast that my mind struggled to keep up. "Pardon?" I said, looking at him questioningly. He sighed and took my hands softy into his"I might not be fully honest with you, please don't hate me," he said. My mind instantly going into the worst "Chelsea doesn't need me anymore. It's been so hard in training. I'm never on the pitch anymore; I'm always benched. They're finding so many ways to what I feel like getting rid of me. However, there have been many football clubs that have been contacting me. One of them was Manchester." He stopped talking my mind instantly relaxing . "I know you've been here all your life, so have I, but Manchester has been my dream club since I was little. I've dreamt about it, and I don't want to turn this down."

I understood what Mason was trying to say. He had been dreaming about this since he was a young lad, and he was right. But when I looked at him, all I saw was confusion. Confused about what's the next step but of course you was going to move to Manchester if everything goes smoothly however you couldn't keep that thought off the back of your head

"I'm happy for you, Mase, but what about us?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, afraid of the answer.

Mason quickly let go of my hands and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into a hug. "Nothing will happen. I promise you'll be coming with me," he said, exhaling quickly.

"But that means moving away from London, from our family and friends," I replied, my heart heavy. You weren't really worried about leaving London it was more of the fact you have to leave your mother,dad, and sister behind knowing the fact that they wouldn't be around the corner if you wanted a chat

"I know, but we'll get through it together, you and me, like we've done before," Mason said, pulling away from me slightly and kissing the top of my head.

" So when does it start?" Mason, shuck his head."I don't know, my love. A phone call will happen tomorrow after training. I'll ring you straight after. " You just nodded. Staying downstairs for a few more hours the TV in the background you and mason cuddled up on the couch for what seemed like two weeks since you've both had. A moment to yourselves

Both of you gotten up from your couch, turning the TV off by the remote, placed it back on the coffee table mason, turning the lights off in the kitchen, make sure the doors are locked, and secured while you are drawing the curtains. Walking into the hall, making sure the doors were locked while Mason turned the lights off in the living room.

Both of you slowly walked up the stairs and into your guy's room. Stepping inside the bathroom, going over to your sink, turning the taps on putting the toothpaste on your toothbrush, mason copying your actions, both of you doing your nightly routine in silence. Not the silence that was intimating but the silence that you know someone was their If you ever needed to talk

Getting inside yours and masons bed the moon shining through the blinds in the windows making a reflection on the walls behind your bed turning over turning the light off on your side rolling back on your back mason crawling in right after "well pull through this together" kissing your lips lying on his back pulling you a little bit closer "goodnight i love you mase" Letting sleep overtake you just about hearing mason saying I love you back.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the open curtains that you forgot to close the previous night. Mason had already taken a shower and left for another day of training. Moving to his side of the bed,taking in the scent on his pillows. You procrastinated about getting up, thinking of many reasons to delay, but unfortunately, nothing seemed to come to mind. And to be honest, lying in bed alone with your thoughts didn't really help your anxiety. Eventually, throwing the quilt aside and stepped into your bathroom to start your daily routine..

Stepping inside the kitchen. turning on the kettle and grabbing a cup from the cupboard. While waiting for the water to boil, you checked your phone, hoping to hear from Mason. Once the water finished boiling, you poured it into the cup. Adding the milk and the sugar quickly stirring it up.

Walking back into the lounge opening the curtains letting the light hit the living room.

sitting on your couch, taking the TV remote from your coffee table, and putting on any TV shows. When your phone buzzed on your lap you looked down to see your sister was calling you "Hello" you answered softly "Hello lovely just checking in to see how you and Mason are" "It's just everything with training at the moment" you replied not fully wanting to go into full detail what's happening. Not having the gut to even tell her about the moving process if it happens

You and your sister talked over the phone until your sister's husband came home saying goodbye to each other before making plans when to next go out. Hearing mason walk through the door that odd I thought he was gonna be at training till late and will call me if there was an update "hello babe" you stood up from the sofa walking towards him mason automatically bringing you into a hug "I've had the phone call today" you looked up at him "that's good" kissing his lips knowing that time in London is going to end soon " we need to go down on Thursday to sign everything and look for houses" mason brushed the piece of your hair. "We can invite your family tonight to tell them?" Mason finished already knowing how hard it is for you to leave your town. You nodded, agreeing."I'll have to tell them one way or another this isn't the most easiest thing to hide. " You knew for a fact that your parents would be over joyed for the both of you, having a fresh start for the both of you may do you good

Finishing the last bit of the meal prep for yours and masons parents. Hearing the door knocking mason and you looking at each other then at the door "come on then" you said tiding yourself up a bit walking towards your door seeing yours and masons parents "hello" you said happily pulling them into a hug once they stepped in "hello my darling" Debbie smiled then looking at mason bringing him into a hug "hello my love shall we go into the kitchen" Debbie looked over at you knowing that you wanted to have some time alone with your family once your mum stepped inside you automatically brought her into a hug "hello" you said your mum kissing the top of your head grabbing your hand "Let's go into the kitchen and have our meal don't want your house to get cold" laughing a little letting your mum fully step inside before closing the door.

The dinner was going well you and mason sharing a few laughs about your relationship and the memories that you shared knowing the time was coming up to tell them looking at mason grabbing his hand under the table when you got his attention he knew it was time "so mum, dad" mason started grabbing your hand a little " me and Olivia want to tell you something" everyone looking at you both making you a little nervous

"I'm signing up to play with Manchester United on Thursday. I've had the phone call this morning. This is why me and Olivia wanted to bring you here for dinner, but there's a but we have to move to Manchester. " Your mum and dad looked over to you smiling."Oh sweetie, is that why you've been so nervous we are always here if you need us I know London is your home but sometimes new journeys are more exciting" mason squeezed your hand smiling down at you. "Thanks ma" letting go off mases hand walking around the table where she stood giving her hug.

Thursday couldn't come quick enough. You, jazz,Debbie, and Tony were making your way to Manchester. Mason was already there since he traveled up the night before to get the clear from his test. "How do you feel love?" Debbie said quietly in your ear, "nervous for him, to be honest, it's a big step. A big step for the both of us I mean we officially move here on Sunday night" Debbie grabbed your hand " we may be in London my love but me and your parents will always be beside yours and my sons side please don't forget that" . Masons and your parents have been a god send this past week helping you pack away your London home, ready to move to Manchester. "Thank you, Debbie, for everything," you replied back, smiling down at your hands, grateful that you had a second mother like her. Unfortunately your parent's couldn't come to masons signing today because of work but they did call him this morning and sent him his best wishes, looking up at the car window to see you was pulling up at the stadium

You and masons family stepped out of the car paps already surrounding the area trying get a glimpse of masons family and masons himself not giving you any room to even move

Walking towards the stadium doors seeing Mason through the glass standing next to the desk talking to the resorption lady opening the doors mason having a good line of sight automatically opening his arms so you can run into them.

this was the first time you've slept alone for 3 years. You've always said good morning and good night to each other. Of course, you've had phone calls last night and this morning for updates before you arrived, but you've never slept apart. Letting Mason go so he can give his family a warm welcome.

Seeing Mason sign his contract was the highlight of any moments you both shared together. Even though it's gonna change Mason's life, it's gonna be yours, too. I had a few photos with Mason as well as his family. We also had a few photos on the pitch.

Of course, Mason made sure he added his niece summer in the photos and videos. Some where she was in his arms and some where she was running in front of mase and it was adorable to watch them two together having their special moment. You filmed and took some photos just for yourself

Once Mason finished his photo shoot, it was time to say goodbye. Walking outside of the arena, the taxi was already there waiting for them, exchanging hugs and kisses they all got into a taxi, of course. You and Mason left the best till last summer. It will be hard leaving her she always stayed with you and mason every Friday, but when you and Mason settle here in Manchester, you knew that there will be more memories will be made, helping summer into the taxi. giving them one last wave.

you and Mason watching the taxi leave the area. Grabbing your hand, "Come on, my love, let's see our new house" you nodded walking towards the car that was parked behind the stadium.

Manchester was a big place not as big as London but very close enough however the people here are more apologetic. the hellos are more welcoming people just instantly want to talk to you even if they don't know who you are. people rushing around the city center trying to go places to places. people sitting outside the pubs talking to their friends or other people you sometimes did wish people was like that in London but however your town is more of a tourist city Manchester is a homely town and for what you hope will be forever.

driving up the gravel road. the trees covering up the road the sun shining through the holes of the trees making marks in the middle of the road. "here we are" mason softly said stopping the car outside of the gated house. a lady waiting outside of the house we a clipboard in her hand. getting out of the car shutting the car door softly looking up just about seeing the top of the house because of how high the fencing is. making you instantly secure you knew mason moving to Manchester will be a big hit. the paps will try and turn up trying to get picture of mason

"shall we look inside" the lady said looking at you and mason once you approached her making you both nod. mason grabbing hold of your hand walking into the front garden

the garden big enough for you and mason and the family having little summer running around. many flowers leading up the front door. a small little fountain placed in the middle of the garden. you knew instantly this will be your little place. a peaceful place what may calm your anxiety.

the lady opening the front door walking inside leading into a big open space . a chandelier hanging from the ceiling above. the front door being faced to face with an open kitchen stepping inside. your dream kitchen being face to face with you was honestly was a shock you just wanted to tell mason that this was your forever home but you knew you couldn't do that sadly it was masons home too and you needed to make the decision together.

walking into the living room furniture already placed inside.a big TV on the opposite an LED electric fire underneath the carpets fluffy and silver the new interior that people are going for nowadays which you don't mind. You loved the grey interior ideas in fact you always like the pages on Instagram that has grey themed in. Making you love the home a lot more.

Turning around to see Mason with a smile plastered on his face the same exact smile your wearing right now "do you like" speaking softly in your ear rubbing your back softly which you automatically nodded "its a beautiful house up to now" looking around the living room one last time then back at mason which he agreed "Shall we go upstairs?" The lady asked interrupting yours and masons small conversation.

Standing next to the railing the chandelier next to you the beads hanging from a small thread making a lovely reflection on the doors opposite.

"This is the master bedroom," the lady spoke softly, opening the door and stepping aside, letting you and Mason in together a king-size bed placed in between two windows and draws on their side. A door that leads into a bathroom on the opposite wall, the shower big enough to have a party of ten inside. Each has a sink with drawers underneath like your London home. A big mirror fills the wall. With LED lights glowing behind it. Another open spaced room for a walk-in wardrobe. Not hearing mason coming behind you his arms sneaking around your hips "come on lovely the lady wanting for us in the foyer" kissing the back of your head letting go. Grabbing your hand leading you out of the room.

walking into the foyer. the lady standing near the front door that has frosted glass surrounding it letting in a little of low light "i'm hoping you enjoyed this house and all the small features that comes with it" the lady began with a smile on her face " ill leave you guys for a few minuets while you decide. Mason really didn't give her any chance to walk out of the door "well take it," shocking you and the lady. throughout the tour, Mason really didn't show any facial features, but maybe that's because he was too into the house, you thought. don't take it as you wanted him to show expression because honestly you were really happy that he loved this house as much as you did.

signing the last few paperwork made it even more real. this is your house now. moving from London to Manchester is an actual go-ahead. The lady left an hour ago giving you guys the keys and bottle of champagne with a congratulations.you never thought that at the age of 26, you'll be living in Manchester. you always thought London would be your forever home. your boss wasn't that thrilled when you told him about the move on such short noticed but he was more than happy to transfer you to his offices here in Manchester, which you were delighted about. Your family still comes by every other month so does Mason's.

You're getting used to Manchester life and everyone living here. The Manchester United girlfriends and wives are really lovely, but they sometimes go out to eat on weekends even though you miss London. Manchester is your new home and a different adventure for you and mason.

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could i get some schlatt and his gf/wife finding out they're having a baby / dad!schlatt pls? </3

also can i be ☄️ anon? (if it's ok and the emoji is available ofc!!)

omgggg i love this sm it's so sweet :( also this got a LOT longer than i thought lmao enjoy

♡ you and schlatt have been in a committed relationship for a few years at this point. marriage was on the table but kids you weren't so sure

♡ you personally wanted to have them but you never really talked to schlatt about it because it was not really in your thoughts at that time

♡ but that all changed when you noticed you had missed your period and it was a couple weeks since you two had sex

♡ you bought like five different pregnancy tests from the pharmacy

♡ and all five were positive

♡ you freaked out, naturally

♡ schlatt was off recording something so he wasn't home

♡ you called your best friend and told them you were pregnant, they were happy but also wanted to support you

♡ you didn't want to abort or anything but at the same time you weren't sure what schlatt wanted because he never expressed interest in having a kid

♡ you've seen him with his nieces and nephews before and he was great with them

♡ his little niece made him a friendship bracelet and he didn't take it off till you went home

♡ him showing off his old consoles to the nephews

♡ playing outside with all the kids

♡ (idk i feel like schlatt would be great w/ kids hehe)

♡ you didn't think he'd be opposed to the idea but you also were unsure

♡ regardless, you knew you had to tell him that night

♡ he came home in the early evening with plans to simply order in food and relax the rest of the night with you and the cats, but he was greeted by you on the couch nervously stimming

♡ "babe? are you okay?"

♡ "there's something i need to tell you."

♡ it's a bit hard to outright say, "i'm pregnant." you pace around the apartment trying to say the right words, but instead opt to simply show him the positive pregnancy tests

♡ "you're pregnant?"

♡ "uh huh."

♡ he has to take a moment.

♡ he has envisioned himself with a kid a couple of times in his life

♡ but only as a passing thought

♡ he was more unsure about how you would feel because you never expressed any interest in having them either

♡ but now, in that moment, he imagines your family

♡ and a huge smile spreads across his face.

♡ "you're pregnant!" he's so happy now omg :((

♡ "you want to keep it?"

♡ "only if you want to."

♡ so yeah! you're keeping it :)

♡ he goes to every doctor's appointment with you

♡ and also to those classes that teach ppl about giving birth, how to hold the baby, etc etc

♡ reads all of the parenting books with you

♡ you make way too many baby yuto jokes

♡ "you better not treat them like you treated that toy baby"

♡ "I WON'T!"

♡ is so sweet when you're having mood swings

♡ also brings you anything you want esp if you're having weird pregnancy cravings

♡ i feel like you'd want to keep it a surprise so you ask ppl not to get pink/blue shit for the baby shower

♡ he wants a son but you don't really mind if it's a boy or a girl.

♡ okay so going to the hospital

♡ you go into labor on a random night, thankfully you're not anywhere in public, you're just chilling at home

♡ the baby bag is all packed and schlatt speeds to the hospital to get you in a room

♡ is there for you the whole time

♡ gets you ice chips

♡ holds your hand as you push it out

♡ softly reassures you that you're doing great, he's so proud of you

♡ he's so excited to see the baby :(

♡ if you have a boy, he's absolutely overjoyed.

♡ but if you have a girl? omg. he vows to protect her and spoil her rotten.

♡ she'd be his little princess FOR SURE

♡ ik schlatt has said he wants a son but he'd be such a girl dad and i absolutely LOVE that idea sm

♡ but either way he loves his kid the moment he holds them in his arms

♡ if schlatt had a son:

♡ he'd teach his son how to play baseball for sure

♡ v supportive if he does decide to pursue baseball as a hobby

♡ is there for his tryouts and helps him practice

♡ goes to all his games even if they're away

♡ and even if he doesn't want to do a sport, is super supportive of anything he wants to do

♡ doing a lot of "manly" things with him (manning the grill, car things, building a shed, etc)

♡ attempts to give him a cigar but you're like no. absolutely not.

♡ omfg schlatt showing him all of his old consoles and stuff and them playing video games together

♡ also they def build his first pc together

♡ schlatt going on drives with him to the desert lol

♡ you are kind of adamant about schlatt teaching him to shoot but he assures you it'll be in a safe environment and won't be till he's a teen lmfao

♡ when he brings home his first partner schlatt's like "you better treat 'em right, just like how i taught ya."

♡ if he needs advice asking someone out he tells him how he asked you out

♡ you love your boys sm :((

♡ as for his daughter...

♡ buys his princess anything she wants

♡ dresses her up in the CUTEST little dresses and stuff

♡ is so protective of her, if anyone looks at her weird, they get a death glare

♡ you bought her a play makeup palette and she begged her daddy to let her do his makeup

♡ (just think of that one scene from parks and rec where ron had his makeup done by the kids lmao)

♡ he's got all that shit smeared on his face and she's loving it

♡ you take so many pictures and videos of them

♡ ALWAYS calls you and her "his girls"🥺🥺🥺

♡ when she gets her first period he buys. all the pads.

♡ you and schlatt are so sweet w/ her too, with you telling her about everything and him trying his best to be there for her even if he doesn't get everything

♡ her bringing home her first partner and him threatening them w a gun (jkjk)

♡ but he's 100% the dad who's like "if u hurt my princess, i'm hurting u"

♡ especially if she brings home a boy lmao

♡ much like w/ his son, is super supportive of what she wants to do whether it be sports, band or anything

♡ there's a clip from chuckle sandwich or something where schlatt said he'd want to record home videos on older devices so he can teach his kid how to use them to watch the videos

♡ and that's so real

♡ he has an old ass camera where he records all the christmases and birthdays and other occasions

♡ also loves spoiling his kid on those occasions: buys them all the gifts

♡ all three of you putting up the tree in november

♡ you 100% have those family ornaments where u have the picture in it and the year <3333

♡ and you and the kid convincing schlatt to have a matching costume w/ them

♡ if they're in some sort of school production he brings the camera and you and him cheer the loudest when they come on stage :(

♡ constant trips to new york to show them his roots

♡ playing his favorite music in the car

♡ also he 100% keeps you and the kid off the internet

♡ schlatt loves his family so much

♡ absolutely brags about his kid and his wife to his friends/coworkers ALL THE TIME

[azrakaban]

Masked pt 1 - Draco Malfoy

This is a 5 part mini fic, hope you enjoy <3

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Summary: Draco attends a masked ball... but leaves with more than he anticipated.

A/N; If you can't tell, this is based off of the classic Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet! Idk when and how this came to my brain but I hope you guys enjoy it. Also: NO PANSY SLANDER IS TOLERATED IN MY COMMENTS. PANSY IS BAE AND I LOVE HER SO KEEP YOUR MOUTHS SHUT PLEASE <3

Key info: This is set in Draco's sixth year, so when Voldemort was actively back. Also in this one shot, Theodore and Draco hate each other, whereas in other one shots they're friends

The plot of Deathly Hallows happens after the golden trio's year leaves Hogwarts, so basically the equivalent of their 'eighth' year. The seventh year is just Voldy doing his thing.

Mini Playlist for you guys:

-Love Story (Taylor's version) - Taylor Swift

- Wanna be yours - Arctic Monkeys

- Line without a hook - Ricky Montgomery

- My Blood - Ellie Goulding

- Set fire to the rain - Adele

- Don't blame me - Taylor Swift

- Hits Different - Taylor Swift

- I'm yours - Isabel LaRosa

- Love me or leave me - Little mix

- Only love can hurt like this - Paloma Faith

- Shameless - Camilla Cabello

- Daddy issues - The Neighbourhood

- Total eclipse of the heart - Bonnie Tyler

- Wildest Dreams (Taylor's version) - Taylor Swift

...

Third person POV:

The Malfoys and the Notts hated each other. It was a rivalry that ran deep and long since both families could remember. It was rumoured that the dispute had started with Cantankerus Nott's publishing of 'The Pure Blood Directory' in the 1630's, which featured a small jab at the Malfoy family. The Malfoys, indignant, retaliated, leading to a fourty year dispute.

Needless to say, the only reason the families were ever civil to each other was for the sake of the dark lord. Although even this was strained, and the families tended to go out of their way to avoid each other.

So you can imagine the reaction when the Malfoys turned up to The Dark Lord's ball at The Nott Estate.

It was a dark November Saturday night and the few Death Eaters that that had re-emerged when The Dark Lord rose once again were gathered at a masked ball, hosted by Nikovos and Helyre Nott, accompanied by their son and daughter, Theodore and y/n, twins.

your pov:

As you entered the hall, you pulled the mask down over your eyes, standing to survey the guests before your parents made a beeline for the dark lord and Theodore headed for his friend from Hogwarts. Having been home schooled for your safety, you had never experienced Hogwarts. Your understanding of people your age came from forced 'playdates' with other Pure-Bloods.

It had taught you to be nice to the right people, but you yearned for a true friend. One your parents hadn't pre-approved, a genuine friend.

Unfortunately, you didn't see an end to the monotonous life your parents forced upon you from a young age. You were stuck attending the balls, feigning interest in every new idea presented the Death Eater Meetings you rarely attended. You were usually the only teen there. In reality, you didn't remember a single meeting, having either fallen asleep, zoned out or excused yourself.

Pulling out of the memory with a shudder, you walked through the people filling the hall, heading straight for the drinks table. You grabbed a drink quickly. Non-alcoholic of course. You couldn't stand the substance, having an extreme intolerance to it.

You sank down onto a seat with a view of the drinks and leaned back against the wall, sipping your drink. You zoned out entirely and didn't notice the atmosphere tighten when three masked figures walked in. They spread out and vanished from view, dispersing through the crowd. The atmosphere relaxed and the crowds babble resumed, conversations resuming and turning back to their companions.

It was as you came back to reality that you noticed the blonde haired boy standing by the drinks table throwing back a glass of some liquid. As you watched, he sighed and refilled his glass, downing half his glass in one gulp. You couldn't see the rest of his face, just his mouth, set into a hard line. The mask covered the rest of it.

"You know, if you keep staring, I'll start to be self-conscious." He said, looking over to you and quirking his mouth up a little. "Not staring, just wondering if I've seen you before." You said.

He smirked. "You haven't, I can tell you that Princess." He said, coming over to sit beside you. "Or do you prefer Miss Nott?"

You flipped him off, not giving him the satisfaction of a serious response. "Actually, I prefer Princess." You said, matching the smirk on his face. "And shouldn't I know your name if you know mine?" You said, actually turning to look at him.

"I'd really rather you didn't. " He replied, watching the people dance. You looked to them and your eyes softened, watching the couples dance. He looked to you. "Beautiful." You turned and smiled at him. "Yeah, they are."

"I wasn't talking about the dancing."

You blushed, thankful for the mask covering your cheeks. He stood, setting his glass on a nearby table and outstretching a hand to you.

"May I have this dance?" You calmed your sudden blush and took it.

"You may."

He gently tugged you to your feet and brought you into the circle of dancing couples. His hands rested on your hips and your arms went around his neck, gently swaying to the music. You moved through the motions of the dance, him spinning you at the right times, you moving your feet in time with the beat.

The dance ended and you found your faces close to each others, mere inches apart. You could see the pale blue colour of his eyes, the dark lashes surrounding them and his lips... oh god, his lips. He swallowed and his eyes flickered to your lips for a second. Your faces moved closer, the distance between you growing shorter...

"Y/N!" Yours and mystery guy's eyes snapped up to the source of the yell. Your father came running towards you, his expression thunderous. Your mother came running after him. "Nikovos, calm down, I'm sure its a misunderstanding!" she said. Mystery guy looked back to you and locked eyes with you.

"Tonight, midnight, west balcony." He said. You were instantly confused. "Wha-?"

"Y/N!" Your father yelled again, finally reaching you and pulling the two of you apart. "What in the Salazar do you think you're doing dancing with the Malfoy boy?" he spat, eyeing mystery guy with a glare.

The Malfoy boy. Oh hell.

You looked back to mystery guy. "You're Draco Malfoy?" You said, although you already knew the answer.

"Yes princess. This seems to be new information to you though... perhaps your parents are keeping you too isolated from the real world?" He drawled, smirking at your parents. Your father seemed to be seeing red. (Little inappropriate, given it was a Slytherin ball, but okay Mr Nott - that was an author comment, not part of the story lol x)

"Move yourself far away from her before I make you. And I won't hesitate to snap each of your fingers while doing so." Said Theodore, appearing at your side. You turned, seeing an expression of stone set into your brother's face.

"Ah, but you see Nott, I'd rather keep my fingers for doing other things." Said Draco, rolling his tongue in his cheek. He winked at you from under the mask and you nearly died.

"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" Your father whisper yelled, a few onlookers starting to watch.

"Were you talking to me or your son, Nr Nott?" Said Draco, smirking once again.

You met Draco's eyes and they had had a glint to them that matched the mocking smile aimed at your father. He was enjoying this, you could tell, and it was nearly frustrating. Nearly. It was more fun watching Nikovos get mad. Your mother's feeble attempts to get him to calm down had done nothing, so she resorted to a different tactic.

"NIKOVOS! You will calm down this instant! We are in the presence of the dark lord, and this sort of behavior is unacceptable. Theodore, go find your friends again, and do not grace me with your presence unless you have something useful to contribute. Nikovos, Yaxley is looking for you, go speak with him. Y/N, go dance with Mattheo, you need the distraction. And you boy..." She finished, turning to Draco. "... You stay away from my family." She said, glaring at him from behind her feathered mask.

"Oh don't worry Madam, I'll stay far away from your husband and son. Be sure of that." Said Draco, turning to walk away.

"I assume your father will be hearing about this?" Said Helyre, almost taunting him. Draco lifted his head a little and halted, but didn't turn.

"No, I don't think he will. I think I'll keep this our little secret." He said, before resuming his walk and being lost from sight. If you were honest, you weren't sure if that was directed at your mother or you.

End of Part 1! If you enjoyed please leave a like, reblog or comment <3

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[fandoms-in-law]

Stories Chapter 7

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6

Summary: You can ask someone out anyway you like, even by accident with a chair.

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There was no doubt that this was all positive change, but it felt unreal. From the colour on the walls to the furniture in some of the rooms, something just wasn't fitting in Steve's mind. 

So he wrote. 

He wrote himself a story on a night when he was just at home alone, half an ear listening for the radio as he thought he always would. He wrote of a character being an outsider where everyone insists they belong and of trying to make changes to the place only to find that making a space fit them was even more unsettling as something they aren't used to. 

And he wrote of them finding ways to accept their home could be safe and could be theirs through the people they care about. 

It was both a fantasy and a way of figuring out how he and this family they'd made could help him move past his parents shadows,painted over as he now imagined them to be. 

...

"THIS WAS NOT YOUR PARENTS DOING!!" The yell rang through the house, overpowering the stunned yells of what that were underneath it and Steve was laughing as he hurried from his kitchen to the dining room. 

"Sorry Dustin, I don't think the people three streets away heard you. Did you need to call your mum or something?" He laughed, looking between Dustin, Mike and Lucas as they all stared from the mural to Eddie's painting to the throne at the head of the table. 

"This is your house! You must own it to have done any of this." Dustin insisted, gesturing wildly at the pictures. "What the hell was Will painting elsewhere? Don't deny that's what he was doing when his artwork is right there!" 

Steve shrugs. "You're right, Will did another mural for me upstairs but on that thought where is Will, or your dungeon master for that matter?"

"Eddie insisted on bringing sweets and cakes for a movie night after this and Will offered to help carry them through. Didn't you pass them out of the kitchen?" Lucas explained. "Guessing that's to celebrate your redecoration."

Mike huffed, moving to sit down at the table and start setting his stuff for DnD out. "We are still playing tonight right? This was meant to be the end of our campaign."

"You are, and it's not quite finished so I'm not sure why we're celebrating now." Steve confirmed, falling quiet as he was draped over from behind.

There was only a moment of the relaxed posture before the rings hands around him tensed and Eddie's arms momentarily felt cage like. "You got me that? Steve! If this is how you're asking me out I definitely accept!"

Steve blinked for a second before grinning, leaning his head back on Eddie's shoulder to attempt to see his expression. "Wasn't my intention, cause then I'd have made sure you saw it without the audience, but it beats anything I would come up with. So I'll plan our date while you torment the kids."

A cough from behind them got snickers from said kids. "Not sure we agree with being included with the brats even if Eddie torments us constantly." Jeff said, nudging the pair out of the way to get set up for DnD. Gareth and Grant following behind him. 

"True, you have self-preservation instincts they're still trying to discover."

With a grin Steve wandered out of his dining room to join the others setting up a film to watch. 

Given he'd basically just asked Eddie out and been accepted before doing so kept him from focusing on the film however. Steve wanted the perfect date for them and was struggling to figure out what that could be. 

He had plenty of ideas for dates Eddie would love and he'd enjoy being with him and seeing his reactions but that's not the same as a shared experience. What he really wanted was a date they could work together for something while just chatting. 

And Steve was not going to have a first date be moving furniture around his house. 

... 

The answer came when laughing with Robin over the worst of the customers they dealt with. He could let Eddie teach him a little about DnD just by asking what people would be in it and bake or cook dinner with him. 

It's private so they'll be safe but doesn't focus on anything happening outside of them. Not even the house or the kids would be stealing their focus and it would combine their interests enough they'd both be getting to know each other better. 

And Eddie turning up at Family Video while he was trying to explain and perfect his date idea with Robin just made it easier to plan. 

"You two are giggling over something. What trouble are the kids in now?" Eddie asked walking over to the counter immediately. 

Steve tilted his head to one side. "I'm trying not to ask. They haven't been in here yet today at least. We were planning our date. All I need is for when you're free so it can happen." 

"That was serious? I actually get to date you?" Eddie blinked for a moment. "I should have confirmed after Hellfire cause I wasn't certain you meant it after my comment thanking you for my throne." 

Robin groaned. "Yes. Steve is and was serious. Now when are you free to actually have your date with Steve?"

"Any evening there isn't Hellfire or some party get together. Which includes tonight." He answered now, grinning so widely it seemed to split his face. 

"I get off at 7 so meet me at mine at half past?" Steve suggests. "I'll need to buy a few things on the way home so can't do sooner." 

"See you there Sunshine."

... 

"This is an apron." Eddie stated, looking from Steve unlocking his door to the fabric just shoved into his arms and then to the bag at Steve's feet. 

"Correct. We're making dinner together and going to find out if there's a way for me to understand more about DnD while doing so. Questions?" he explains smiling and leading the way inside. 

Eddie let out an amused huff, following. "Many, but most prominent is why this? I mean I had no idea what you'd come up with but expected something closer to the dates those girls in school gossiped about having with king Steve." 

"In Hawkins? Yeah we don't need to get hate crimed on our first date. Besides this gets us to share our interests together. That's all I try to include when planning dates." Steve shrugged, unloading the bags before glancing over his shoulder uncertain. "Is this okay?" 

Eddie shook his head but his words were soft, "Sweetheart, you care so much. It's perfect." 

chapter 8

[elvenking42]

you should answer ALL of those asks in the post

Oh my god ok HAHA get ready for a wall of text then

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

If you've been following me long enough you start to see trends. I've always liked Luigi so he's probably the most popular character on this blog. Ganondorf is quickly climbing the ranks somehow.

2. lighter or matches?

Lighter for function, matches for fun :D

3. do you leave the window open at night?

I've tried it in some summer months but all it does is leave the air cold and wet when I wake up, I'm not super into it. But the nighttime breeze is lovely

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

I wouldn't be surprised if I came across the Nain Rouge. Although I'd be a little nervous considering he's a harbinger of bad luck

5. what color are your eyes?

A sort of greyish-blue

6. why did you do that?

I thought it was funny :3c

7. hair-ties or scrunchies?

Hair-ties by a mile. Sorry to scrunchie fans

8. how many water bottles are in your room right now?

There's like three empty water glasses on my desk right now I really should clear them out

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Hot coffee for sure. Cold coffee blends are fine, but half the time I drink coffee at all is for the warmth

10. would you slaughter the rich?

I could probably use a hand

11. favorite extracurricular activity?

Drawing :3c I've been having a lot of fun doing some video editing in my personal time too hehe.

12. what kind of day is it?

Honestly it's been pretty awful. I couldn't sleep last night so I ended up sleeping in super late and missed the chance to call my doctor's office and schedule an appointment like I was planning. I got a letter in the mail summoning me for jury duty and had a little anxiety attack about it. And then later I tried to take out some cash at the bank and my card got declined. At this point I'm just hunkering down at my desk trying to get myself to relax

13. when was the last time you ate?

I had some chips like an hour ago.

14. do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

Of course! But my favorite part of rain is the air pressure right before a storm

15. are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

Nah, that doesn't interest me

16. can you drive?

No, ironically this was part of the anxiety attack mentioned previously

17. are you farsighted or nearsighted?

Nearsighted

18. what hair products do you use?

I use a really standard shampoo and conditioner. But I use a special wash for my beard specifically

19. imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

Yeah! I'm not great at it but I'll try my best

20. do you say soda or pop?

Pop, this is Michigan!

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

I answered this one previously :D

22. what type of person are you?

I'm trying to get better

23. how do you feel about chilly weather?

I like it! I can tell winter is around the corner and I'm very excited to bundle up. Unfortunately it's also getting dry and my skin is terrible

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

I'm not too sure how we got up there, I hope you brought a blanket, it's cold out!

25. perfume/body spray or lotion?

Lotion! But perfume every once in awhile

26. a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

Some point in the future when I'm living on my own and I've got a stable job and a comfortable home and I can invite my friends over for parties where we all bring a dish and spend the evening playing party games and talking about the nice things in our lives and when everyone leaves for the night I can send them all home with some snacks and a hug. Manifesting it.

27. about how many hours of sleep did you get?

I got 7 hours last night, unfortunately that was between 10am and 5pm so it was godawful

28. do you wear a mask?

Yea! I still wear a mask out in public. I only remove it if I'm eating or in private company with people. It's a little frighting that I'm always in the minority though

29.how do you like your shower water?

Scalding

30. is there dishes in your room?

See number 8

31. what type of music keeps you grounded?

I always return back to oldies when I don't know where else to go. I like familiar lyrics and retro melodies

32. do you have a favorite towel?

Not really

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

I went to a Dia de los Muertos event last night being hosted by a restaurant I frequent. It was actually super fun, they had love music and vendors selling things. I actually ran into an old coworker while I was there and got to catch up with him. I kept ordering spiked hot coffee because it was outdoors and the drinks were yummy but unfortunately 3 coffees worth of caffeine made it hard to fall asleep

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

This one

35. what’s your timezone?

EST

36. how many times have you changed your url?

Actually never

37. someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

Some of my buddies from highschool. I love them dearly 💕

38. a soap bar that smells good?

Go for a Lavender/mint blend

39. do you use lip balm?

Not as much as I should

40. did you have any snacks today?

Had some goldfish

41. how do you take your coffee?

With creamer

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Twitter unfortunately.

43.what’s your take on spicy foods?

I like it! Im a little sensitive tho so I take it on the mild side

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

Elon musk is a dead man

45 . can you remember what happened yesterday?

See 33

46. favorite holiday film?

Scrooged is so rewatchable for me

47. what was the last message you sent?

"I know what you are..."

48. when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

I think my mom let me sip her wine when I was like 8. I didn't like it very much so I didn't try drinking until I was 20

49. can you skip rocks?

Sometimes!

50. can i tag you in random stuff?

Sure!

[rms-writes]

Seven Snippets, Seven People

tagged by the phenomenal, @eli-writes-sometimes

Rules: post seven snippets and tag seven people.

*Will be fairly long*

1. The familiar sight inside the holding cell had Morgan on edge, remembering previous times. She hated it. Standing behind a row of cold, metal rails while everyone on the other side watched her like she was a caged animal. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest leaning against the wall. Digging the toe of her shoe into the floor, she shook her foot back and forth silently. Her head was low, and the loose strands of hair that had previously clung to her skin now hung in loose waves around her face. A figure stopped just outside the cell pulling Morgan from her daze. "Max." She uncrossed her arms and walked to the bars of the cell. Officer Max Langston was the one man who had been doing his best to keep her out of trouble. As far as the police went, he was really her only friend. He was a tall, middle-aged man with light brown eyes and black hair. Few gray streaks were scattered in his hair, giving away some of his age. "You really did it this time, kiddo." Max chided. "What's going on?" Morgan asked. "They called your parents." He reluctantly informed her. Her heart sank. "What?" She questioned in a near state of panic. Her stomach dropped and her eyes went wide as she stared at him. "They couldn't get a hold of anyone." He continued, putting her at ease. Morgan visibly relaxed, resting her head against the cold metal railing. "Then can you get me out of here?" "I can't." He shook his head sorrowfully. "Morgan, you stole a car. I can't help you this time." She sighed in frustration and dropped her head. ~Finding Hope~

2. So, my escape plan wasn't working as well as I had hoped. Or at all really. Everyone was still mildly pissed and on edge. Eddie was all but, no doubt intentionally, blocking my only way out. I stood staring at him expectantly, waiting for some form of cooperation. His glare shifted to Asher. "Take her home." "Eddie, my car." I argued. He didn't seem the least bit concerned. "It's taken care of." He nonchalantly stated, not even bothering to look at me. "Eddie!" I nearly shouted, staring in irritated confusion. He shot his glare back at me, a look that instantly shut me up. With a quiet sigh I slid past him and meandered up the stairs. Asher wasn't far behind me once I'd made it outside. We silently climbed into the pickup and sat there for a good two minutes before I realized we weren't moving. I looked over at him questioningly, waiting for an explanation. "You're gonna have to tell me where I'm going." He stated as if I should have known. "What with all your tabs on me you don't know where I live?" I couldn't fight the irritation and spite that coated my voice. "That's Eddie." He glared, turning his head away and sitting back in his seat when I said nothing. "5419, Gould Road." I mumbled in irritation, staring out my window. Asher immediately started the pickup and drove. I imagine he would have sat there all night just to spite me. We pulled up the drive and my mind barely registered what was going on. "Nice and isolated out here, huh?" Asher stated more than asked. I said nothing and slid out of the pickup, dragging my bag with me. Shutting the door seemed to take more effort than before, but then again so did walking. There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask Asher on the drive home, but everything was failing me. I could hardly remember them, let alone force myself to strike up a conversation. ~Smoke and Fire~

3. Empty, eerie silence. She remembered waking to that. It was not some loud noise or shouting that jolted her awake, it was the silence. The impending doom. It was as if no one was home. That silence weighed on her chest, slowly suffocating her. She awaited what was to come, but nothing did... She glanced around the room, not quite sure how she had ended up here. Everything was just as she remembered it. The window on the far wall at her right, the tiny dresser next to her bed at the left. Her duffel bag was thrown in the far left corner from the door. Even the atmosphere was just as chilling and tense. After moments of anxiously waiting, Morgan pushed herself higher in her bed, curling her legs closer to her body. Her heart began to beat faster and her breathing slowly increased as she stared at the door in front of her, anticipating who or what was coming. The familiar ghost of fear crept up her spine, encasing her in its strangling hold. The door flew open with a bang, causing her to jump back in fear and surprise. A man stood in the entrance watching her with cold, hardened eyes. A look that immediately paralyzed her— Morgan jumped awake. The sound of the door slamming against the wall startled her, as if it had been real. She was breathing heavily, eyes darting around the ceiling as she absorbed what had happened. It was just a dream. Her mind echoed. She closed her eyes tightly, sitting upright and holding her head in her hands. It was just a dream. She sighed shakily, dropping her hands in her lap. Her hair was fanned around her shoulders and hanging in her face. She ran a hand through it to brush it away. She had not been at that house in over a month, and somehow, she had managed to avoid them all together. But it had not changed the dreams that seemed to be getting worse as time went on. ~Finding Hope~

4. “I’m gonna get a drink.” Levi excused himself, walking across the room to the bar. Morgan went rigid, staring down at the table. Loretta released a small sigh, looking over at Howard. The remainder of dinner went by painfully slow for Morgan. She drank three glasses of water and unintentionally picked apart a napkin. She was acutely aware of the two and a half beers Levi had drunk. The waitress came back with Howard's card, and they all stood to leave. Howard and Loretta conversed with each other the whole ride back to the house, while Levi and Morgan sat quietly in the back. Howard pulled into the garage, and everyone climbed out of the car. A strange sense of Deja'Vu washed over Morgan as she walked around the back of the car, catching sight of Howard, Loretta and Levi in front of the car. Levi bid his parents good night before walking towards the door.  “We’ll talk tomorrow.” Howard nodded at Morgan with a small smile. ~Finding Hope~

5. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to keep the tears away and shutting down the memory at the same time. Those boys were so young. Devastated and clearly in shock. They probably barely had time to process what had even happened while they were up there. Harley's tear-stained baby face flashed in my head as a memory I wouldn't soon forget. Justin did his best to stand tall. He looked a lot like a younger Caleb, though his hair was lighter. And Max stared off in the distance almost the whole time. He barely spoke. It was cold. Windy. Borderline raining. I tugged my hood closer to my head as Triston and I walked. He never released my hand. A lot like the first time we met, although this time he didn't hold tight as if I would flee. On occasion he would squeeze my hand, and I began to think this was his way of coping. Making sure I was still there. Having something to hold onto. We walked in silence for a while. We didn't need to speak. After some time, the storm took an intermission, stopping the misty rain and moving clouds around. The wind was less icy, but still an irritant. We had been wandering around for hours, stopping here and there to sit or talk or think. It was getting dark fast. The sun was beginning to set before I knew it, but it only felt like we'd been out here an hour. ~Smoke and Fire~

6. "Sage, are you alright?" A figure appeared to my right, and I slowly lifted my head, blinking a few times. Dani leaned up against the lockers staring at me with concern. "You've been standing here for like a solid five minutes." I stared at her in confusion before I realized I was standing in front on my locker. I don't remember getting here. I turned to her with a full smile. "I'm ok." She looked taken aback at first but seemed to dismiss it. By lunch time Wrench proposed we go somewhere. I don't remember participating but here I was sitting in his pickup. Feeling completely autonomous this whole day was beginning to weigh on me and I tried making a conscious effort to be more awake. When I climbed out of the pickup I looked up at the sky and noticed the overcast. It looked like another storm was close. I breathed in the fresh air and leaned against the pickup, watching as an elderly couple walked down the street. The wind was slowly picking up and the sound of the leaves rustling was getting louder. "You coming?" Wrench asked, appearing beside me. "I'm not really hungry." I looked up at him. "Are you feeling alright?" His eyes scanned my face. I smiled. "Yeah, why?" He lifted a hand to my forehead then moved it to my cheek. "Are you sure?" I nodded forcing a smile. The wind picked up a little more and a chill ran through me. "Will you at least come inside?" He persuaded. Suddenly feeling much colder I agreed and followed him inside. Dani, Wrench, Max and I all sat in a booth. Max and Dani on one side, Wrench and I on the other. I looked around the restaurant, noticing the pictures on the wall, the decorations on the shelves. It smelled like fries. It wasn't incredibly busy, only a few tables were taken. I noticed a man at a corner table staring at ours. He looked away once I noticed and began staring out the window instead. ~Smoke and Fire~

7. The first thing that registered in my brain was a pungent scent. A mix of strong chemicals invading my airway and burning my throat. My stomach churned. "There you go." A man's voice echoed through my ears. Then came the throbbing pain in my skull. The pulsing rythm keeping time with my heartbeat. I pried my eyes open. The light flooded my vision and burned my eyes, and I snapped them shut again. "Come on." The same voice proded. I felt a hand pat my cheek. I pulled my head away from it and tried lifting it up. "Glade you're up." Nicoli spoke evenly. I squirmed in the chair, taking note that my hands were tied behind the back of the chair and my ankles were tied to each leg. "We need to talk." He kneeled in front of me. Slowly everything came back. The events leading up to this moment fell back into place. The ceasless pain in my temple made it hard for my vision to focus. "What were you doing at my warehouse?" He questioned in such a calm manner it was disarming. I stared at him a moment, trying to register what he was asking. Speaking took more effort than I was prepared for, and my words came out forced. "Why did you kill that woman?" He tilted his head slightly and glanced up to my left. Only then did I realize that we probably weren't alone in this room. Nicoli took a breath and stood up. ~Smoke and Fire~

no pressure! tagging: @primroseprime2019, @e-klair, @violets-in-her-arms-writes, @mariahwritesstuff, @pen-for-sword, @j-1173, @zmwrites

[lilicy-secrets]

Home Is Where the Heart Is Chapter 3

I eyed the doctor hoping not to have to stay in the hospital because I didn't want to give my parents or the kids at school the chance to visit. "Well... she is having slight problems with hand eye coordination, but that's due to her needing glasses. Also, for some unknown reason, she occasionally looses all control over some part of her body. She can be writing perfectly fine for five minutes then her muscles just relax instead. It could be due to the head trauma, but we can't find the exact source. Last she has had two fainting spells without reason. We'll have to keep an eye on her."

I felt my heart drop, and looked at Brendon with a bitter sweet smile. He looked a little upset, but still very happy.

"Before the two of you devise a plan for him to stay the night, we'll just have you come in once a week. You'll tell us if these symptoms get better or worse or don't change at all. If you agree to that and taking your prescription, you may go home tonight. I have your discharge papers right here."

We all walked the rest of the way to the room. I was super excited; even though I was only here consciously for six hours, I really didn't want to stay any longer. I wanted to be somewhere safe, safe with someone who cares for me. 'Brendon doesn't really care for you; you're just a distraction from the one he truly cares for but lost.' The dark voice in my head said. 'That may be the case, but at least I'm getting treated better than being a maid and punching bag.' I sat on the bed and took the paperwork from Doctor Alexander. I focused intensely on the muscles in my hand as I read through the paperwork. Dr. Alexander had stepped outside and Brendon had gone with him making it a little easier to keep control of my body, or so I thought. Suddenly the hand with the papers in it went limp causing the paper to scatter to the floor. I quickly slid off the side of the bed and began using my good hand to gather the pages until I lost control of that one too. 'With you like this, he might give up on being your hero. Every hero only comes when necessary and teaches the civilians to not rely on him/her all the time. You'll always need him, and he'll give up.'

'When that day comes, I'll have to suck it up and deal with it like I've done with everything else.'

'It won't be that easy and you know it. You are in love with this guy. You have watched all his interviews, listened to all of his songs, looked up his bio. You're not obsessed with the idol; you're in love with the man behind the success. Imagine dropping a mirror off the side of Mount Everest; that's exactly how your heart will feel when he leaves you.'

I sighed trying not to let the dark voice get to me. I looked at the papers all over the floor and the glanced at either arm. 'I'll just have to prove to him that I'm not a useless girl, a lost cause, or a plague on earth.'

'You're right; you're not completely useless. He could just use your immobile body for pleasure until Sarah takes him back.'

I ignored the voice as best as I could, but that last comment brought terrible images to my mind. I felt tears beginning to pool in my eyes, but blinked them back putting on a face of determination. I finally got one of my hands to respond, but, sadly, I heard the door opening causing me to lose focus. My arm went dead again. I looked up to see Brendon waving to someone, and then he turned to see me.

"(Y/f/n), I'm so sorry. Dr. Alexander was giving me advice about how to help you and what I can work on with you to try and get your body to work with you brain again. Also, what I need to be on watch about," Brendon said gathering up the pages, organizing them, and placing them in an organized pile. I watched him as tears slowly broke the dam that was my eye lids and made thin salty trails down my face. 'He's been so caring, thoughtful, and helpful, but I'm going to be more of a burden to him than he originally thought.'

"(Y/f/n), do you want m-" he stopped as soon as he saw my face. I saw him squat in front of me and envelope me with his strong arms. He held my head to his shoulder with one hand and petted my hair. "(Y/n/n), what is the matter? Did I upset you? Was it a flashback? What ever it was you can tell me. I'm your hero, and I can't help if I don't know what the problem is."

I tried to move my arms to hug him and once again they refused to move. "I'm going to be even more of a burden now. Brendon, I know that due to my circumstances, you really want to help me, but I can't let you. My dad was right, I'm useless, especially now. You can't keep watch over me 24/7 hoping to see positive results. I mean it may never change and can even get worse. If you do this, I'll be become too dependent on you. How is that fair for you? If Sarah wanted you back, then you'd suddenly become a packaged deal or have to give me to someone else. I can't let you risk your future for me." I began crying harder.

"(Y/f/n), stop crying about that bullshit. Sorry if it seems harsh, but you can't think like that. First off, you never were, and still are not, a burden. Second off, yes, because of your past I want to be there, but that's not the only reason. When you are not putting up an act of being too shy and timid, you are an amazing girl. You show that you don't care if you're a complete mess, covered in bruises or even care how and why they're there. You're honest with yourself, and even protect those who harm you. Therefore, you're loyal, fun loving, girl that isn't going to waste time with people that are going to get hung up on appearance. Next, you're dad was totally wrong on that. You can still put on a smile and be optimistic about you're circumstances once you get used to them. That is rare. I know it may never change or even get worse, but friends don't just give up, they try harder. If you become dependent, who really fucking cares because if someone truly loves me then they will respect that you come with me. Now let's get these papers signed, those eyes dry, a smile back on that gorgeous face of yours, and go get some food for my hungry tummy!"

I looked at him shocked, and felt my arms finally hug him back. He wiped my tears off my face causing me to blush and smile. "Look you already have half of the orders finished, so let me have that pen so we can ditch this joint." My body continued to obey me as I handed it to him effortlessly and answered everything for him. We walked to the nurses' station and picked up two files, one for both Brendon and myself, and my prescription. As we climbed onto the elevator a few feet from the desk, I started feeling faint. Brendon realized something was off and squatted down. "Get on my back, so we can get to the car without having to readmit you."

I did as I was told just as I felt all my muscles go limp. "Wow... it really is random, unless you just wanted me to carry you.  If that were the case, all you had to do was ask. (Y/f/n), I will be your car until we reach mine," he said looking at my limp face. Then he started running while making engine noises. I started laughing in my head. I regained control after getting outside, and I stared pulling his shirt like I was steering.

At his car, he set me in carefully and climbed into the driver's seat. "So what's for dinner?"

"I really want some sushi and vegetable lo mien."

"Awesome, that's around the corner from our apartment and next to the pharmacy," he said starting the car.

~Time skip to Outside the Pharmacy: Brought to You by a Villain That's Vying for a Girl's Attention. (Part of Panic! At The Disco's song "Girls/Girls/Boys") ~

Brendon walked with me inside to get my pills, and as we waited he went through the accessories by the counter acting like a complete dork. I was trying my best not to laugh to loud, so I wouldn't disturb the elderly people in the quiet, cold building. Finally, I got what I needed; Brendon stuck the bag in the car inside the glove box before dragging me to a hole in the wall Chinese Restaurant. I did amazingly well controlling my chopsticks all through dinner, and we talked about our favorite things, our dreams, our goals, and random childhood memories. If I didn't know that he thought of me as a sister or friend I would swear this was a date. After dinner he carried me to the car, and gave me two pills along with the to go cup of water we got at the restaurant. I quickly gulped it all down before we drove to the apartment building.

"Okay, (y/f/n), hide your face in my chest," Brendon said as he carried me bridal style to a door. He unlocked and opened the door with ease, and I did as I was told. Upon entering, I saw that he needed a woman around because it was a bit of a mess. "Sorry about the filth, I'm still not used to not having Sarah around to help with the work." He gave me a tour of the whole house before he took me to my room. He opened the door before setting me down on my feet.

The room's temperature was perfect, the room held a queen sized bed with (Second/fave/color) sheets and (f/c) skulls. He had my books put away, and had a laptop sitting on a desk. All of my clothes, shoes, jewelry and make up were organized and put away. I felt tears of joy and amazement fall down to the floor as I admired the room. "What, so you can get my room neat and organized, but you have to leave the rest of the house in a bit of disorder?" I giggled.

"Don't judge me. Do you want to take a shower?"

"Yes, but I don't take team showers."

He began to laugh as he spoke "I wouldn't expect anything different," he said in between fits of laughter.  Suddenly, he got serious. "You have thirty minutes, one second later, and I'm coming in to get you."

"U-u-understood," I stuttered while blushing. I entered the bathroom which was extremely tidy, and got into the shower. The hot drops off water cascaded down my body making the stress melt away. I took my time in the shower staying focused on all my muscles. Thankfully, I made it through my shower, but as I was stepping out of the shower, I lost my balance and fell. I got up quickly and wrapped a towel around me. I heard a knock on the door. "Do you need help in there?"

"No, I just slipped on the wet floor, I'll be fine," I said getting dressed and walking out of the bathroom.

"God, you are cruel. I mean that would have been a perfect time for your muscles to fail," he said sighing. Before I could feel offended, he smiled, "I'm just joking. Don't make me worry like that. I thought I was going to have to come get you, and, once you regained control, I'd have to accept a good slap or two."

I blushed thinking about that, "well, I wouldn't slap you because it's better to have you see me naked, dry me off, and dress me than to lie on the floor for God knows how long. That doesn't mean to expect it to actually happen."

"Aw, come on you could pretend for me.... Anyway, it's my turn," he said walking into the room and I heard the shower turn on. I blushed thinking about how he would look in the shower. I walked to my room and dropped my dirty clothes in the basket by my door before going to lay on my bed. I smiled as I lay there looking at my new room. "He has no idea how much he has helped me."

"Oh, I think he does," Brendon called from my open door way. "So do you talk to yourself often?" He continued to stand there looking at me.

"Do you lurk in doorways often?"

"Maybe, or maybe I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Just come in, I mean you came to my hospital room while I was unconscious, yet you won't come into the room when I'm wide awake," I said before yawning.

He laughed as he came to sit on my bed, "well, there were nurses and doctors watching to make sure I didn't do anything."

"Oh yeah, like the Brendon Urie would do anything to some mystery girl. Now, maybe it'd be different if I was Sarah or something," I said as I saw his face drop a little. I realized what I said then. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bring up her name."

"It's okay," he said before smiling. "I guess I have you fooled into thinking that I would never try anything on you. I mean your beautiful, funny, and smart, but you are a little hard on yourself." He looked me straight in the eyes as he said this.

"Mr. Urie, I swear if you continue to be this sweet to me, I'll have to fall in love with you," I said jokingly, but knew it was already too late.

"Gasp, you mean you already haven't. Hmm, maybe I'm losing my touch. Oh well, I guess you'll be a bit of a challenge," he said trying to look serious, but he kept breaking into a smile.

I yawned again as he laughed. "Maybe I'm not as wide awake I thought I was."

"Go to sleep then. I'll see you in the morning," He said getting up.

"I don't want to, though. I'm enjoying spending time with you!" I whined like a little kid.

He laughed, "we can watch a movie in the living room, in that case."

"Can it be a horror movie?"

"Sure come on," he said about to leave my room.

"Carry me," I said throwing my arms up before they fell back down.

"Fine, you have been moving a lot." He let me on his back and ran to the living room. He put a movie in the DVD player, put a blanket on top of me, and sat down laying my head in his lap. "Comfy?"

"Very," I said. Before the movie even started, I was out like a light.

[vancilocs]

No prompts nor my own question, can we get mae and joe and yakov and malor?

slow night

What was their first impression of each other?

Annoying, what is her deal, she's kinda cute but she needs to stop acting up he doesn't need this drama in his life

Yakov didn't really pay much mind, he had some hunting to do, but Malor seemed polite and capable. Malor also stayed professional, yes he thought Yakov was cute but there were more pressing matters

What is their ship name?

Big buff and cheeto puff

Describe their relationship dynamic.

An extremely solid and long-term thing with rings and kids and trust and feelings and all that good stuff

A couple of gentle boys where one supports the other a bit more and in return gets love and fresh bread

What was their relationship like before they got together?

They were plenty annoyed by each other but also kinda liked each other, it was complex

Very professional, both were warriors going after some kind of beast

How would they describe each other?

Mae is a pain in Joe's ass (wink). He'll only tell her alone that she's the love of his life though

Yakov is Malor's sweet grizzly bear honey bun. Malor is Yakov's caring and endessly patient and loving porcupine

What do they love about each other?

Trustworthiness, openness, how much they understand each other and show their love in their own way, how good of a parent the other is

Gentle manners and loving heart, patience and care, understanding, physical features

What do they have in common?

Headstrong, stubborn, dedicated, understanding, sporty

Both enjoy relaxing and like chickens, both are calm and rational, caring and understanding

What are some differences between them?

Joe struggles greatly with feelings and doesn't like to admit when something's wrong with him, in general Mae will let the cat out of the bag sooner than he will

Malor is much more outgoing and active, Yakov enjoys baking a lot more and while Malor likes chickens, Yakov is more emotionally attached to them

What made them realize they were in love?

When Joe felt like he could actually talk about his feelings without being cringe or ridiculed for them

Malor came by again to visit and Yakov actually got out of bed just for him so it must be love. Happened later for Malor when they shared a loaf of fresh bread

What are their love languages?

Physical touch especially from Joe, quality time, acts of service

Quality time, acts of service, physical touch

Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

Joe proposed very romantically, planned it properly and everything

Agreed to spend their golden years together, had a big feast and Malor moved in properly

What would happen if they never met?

Joe would settle down elsewhere probably, he always wanted a family so that's the goal, find a spouse and a house and raise a few kids

Yakov would be sad and lonely, he doesn't get out enough to meet new people. Malor would likely eventually settle down, so far nobody has caught his fancy bc he's so picky

Are there any love rivals?

Nah, more like Mirad is just why the fuck would you want to date Joe he's dreadful

The leader of the warriors in Malor's clan is not fond of humans but basically everyone is like dude wtf abt it so it's not a big thing

Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

Idk man I just love them

What do other characters think about this relationship?

Joe's parents and sisters are very happy, Ivy is glad her friend found someone, Mirad is sassy abt it but he's secretly glad too. Have fun. Yumi is sceptical

Mahran's clan is so glad. After Geor died they thought Yakov would never be happy again so it's so nice to see him find love elsewhere. Malor's family and friends are also happy because they had thought nobody was good enough for him

What does a typical date look like for them?

Go out for dinner, maybe see a movie, maybe get a few drinks and then get home. Toss the kids to a sleepover or ask Sheila or Alice (or grandparents) to babysit, enjoy yourself.

Stay home, cook a good dinner, feed the chickens, make sure the fireplace's roaring and enjoy each others' company

What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

I think Joe opening up about his identity crisis and daring to cry about it in front of Mae

Yakov asking if Malor would stay for the first time because opening up for possible romance seemed unfathomable to him at the time

[phantomenby]

Fearing the future

Could I have poly! Lost Boys with a GN! Reader who can predict the future? A polt of Y/N saving Marko + the others by not getting hurt by the Frog Brothers? That's when they kinda reveal their powers?

Mhm! Here you are <3

"Something on your mind dear?"

You turned to David, his eyes were reaching towards yours, the cold blue hue of his irises filled with concern as his hand on your hip squeezed softly.

He had noticed. Of course, he had noticed. Nothing got by your sweet David. For the past week, you had been in a daze, something weighing on your mind that you couldn't explain. It was something in relation to the gift you were hiding from them, but you yourself couldn't explain it.

Each day when they left you to retire to their home you sought out the pressure building in the front of your mind. Each time you were left even more disorientated and the pit in your chest grew.

It wouldn't clear, visions could be testy but this one was hiding from you, even when you pushed through the fog you were met with only small snippets that had been difficult to piece together.

Flashes of golden hair, screaming, golden eyes burning into yours as you held a body to your chest.

You had wanted to say something to your boys, wanting to confide in them. But you remembered the last time you had told someone of your unique ability, a month in a psych ward had prevented you from being open about it again, even after you moved out to live alone and away from your parent's scorn.

"No, I'm fine." He didn't believe you.

You were like an enigma to him, even when he was able to reach into your mind he was met with things so unfamiliar to him, things nothing could explain. They had assumed your imagination was hyperactive, your daydreaming occurred often when you were relaxing in their arms, so they never pushed knowing how delicate you could be.

He was leading you to where the boys were parked, having released Star into the crowd with Laddie so they could watch the new attraction, a half-naked jazz man with pants so tight little was left to the imagination.

When you arrived you were swiftly pulled into the arms of Marko, your sweet cherub. His cool forehead pressed to yours as he breathed you in before burying his fingers into your hair and pulling you closer, burrowing his nose into his shoulder as his lips ran along your neck and his other hand dug into your waist.

"Mmm, missed you," giggling you pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, relaxing in his arms as his chest let out a slow rumble, feeling Dwayne coming to your side and pressing his lips to your hair.

"I saw you two days ago-"

"Too long bambino," you couldn't help but agree with the brunette who had pressed his bare chest against your shoulder, nose buried in your scalp and running across it. It was a rare thing that you didn't see them every day, the last time it had happened you had left town for a week at the beginning of your relationship over a year ago. When you had returned to Santa Carla after your brother's wedding you were met with four very possessive men refusing to let you go, rubbing against you like cats.

"What have we got planned for tonight my loves?"

-

After the night that had just passed, you were more than happy to lay down in your own bed, pressing your face into the cool pillow to soothe your burning cheeks.

They had taken you around the boardwalk until Star was back with the young child who had come to see you as a parent figure, embracing the girl also who had talked to you about visiting the art store for her, wanting to make some new jewelry. You had happily agreed to do so, knowing how lonely it must get being the only girl surrounded by so many boys.

After she and Laddie had returned home the five of you had gone to the cliffs, Marko insisting on showing you a sweet stargazing spot he had found the night earlier when he was trying a new strain with Paul.

It was perfect, exhausting, but perfect. You had forgotten how much better you felt when you were around them, like a piece of a puzzle fitting perfectly into place, or a cog the machine of your relationship couldn't work without.

Now you had something else to do.

Once you had showered you began running the bath, filling it with lukewarm water and staying in only your dressing gown. In hope of rejuvenating yourself, you made a mug of strong overpowering coffee, needing the boost to keep you going for as long as possible.

When the water reached an inch or so below the rim of the tub you shed the gown and climbed in, wrapping the silk blindfold around your head and tying it tight at the back, finishing the ritual by plugging your ears and leaning back to let the water embrace you.

The familiar feeling encompassed your mind and you felt your heart slow, the thumping rhythm calming as blood rushed to your head.

Laughter

Familiar cackles from a languid blonde male who was throwing his head back as he raced his packmates, mocking the human who was trying to keep up with them.

"Come on Michael!"

Emerald eyes, golden curls, a devilish grin.

Marko.

It was your boys, all for of them, smiling like predators as they led the curly-haired brunette from earlier to their home. Taunting him as they weaved across the beach.

The scene moved, pulling you to the woods, feeling wind slap your face as bikes flew past you, watching your boyfriends propel themselves ahead uncaring of the dangerously unstable ground they were riding along.

A cliffside. The bluff.

A punch was thrown and three pairs of hands reached to hold back a figure.

White hair, a cheek unbruised from the hit. A smile that could haunt hell.

"How far are you willing to go Michael?"

Water burned your lungs as your body was propelled upwards, choking on the liquid as you leaned over the edge of the tub, heaving in pain as you tried to breathe.

When you finally calmed down you pressed your head to the side of the tub, cooling yourself, trying to process what you had seen.

"Holy shit..."

It was the first time you had seen something clear all week, so vivid the decision leading to such a situation was guaranteed. The events were to happen soon.

Thinking on it you decided to go for another round, draining the tub which was now tinged pink with blood that had poured from your nose. Repeating the ritual and lowering yourself in the slightly colder water, taking a deep breath and descending into another vision.

"How are those maggots, Michael?"

"What-?"

You tried not to gag as the brunette boy spat out the larvae onto the ground, turning away as they squirmed on the floor. When you looked back there was nothing there besides rice.

God...

This was even more disorientating than before. Everything was moving too quickly and it was then you realized you were becoming weakened as the vision went on. But you would persist. You had to.

"Drink Michael. Become one of us."

There it was. That odd bejeweled bottle you had seen before, one you had never been offered but always spotted shining in the cabinet beneath the wall of keys on the far end of the cave.

The boy grasped the bottle, feeling Star pressed up behind him, fear shining in her large doe eyes.

The room spun.

"-its blood."

Michael merely scoffed, taking a large swig and swallowing the cursed ambrosia, unknowingly changing his life forever.

The scene moved again, making you sway, something that shouldn't be possible in your astral form.

It was daytime now, the sun was shining through the holes in the ceiling of the cave and through the entranceway.

Four boys, Michael, and his curly-haired brother, two others you knew from the comic book store. Frogs.

They were dressed like soldiers, carrying flasks, knives, and wooden stakes..?

The pair jested, jumping around the cave in wonder, running over to Star and threatening her, making a lump form in your throat.

Why was this happening?

Michael stepped in, his screaming muffled as he fought to keep upright, leaning heavily on his smaller brother. Something was wrong with him, some sickness showing on the way his skin was flushed and pale.

You hadn't noticed the boys running to the small passageway, climbing through. The vision took you there, showing you the strange sight of your boys, your beloveds hanging there. It was inhuman, unnatural.

But you were unable to dwell on it for long, noticing how the two Frogs had the wooden weapons in their hands, the one with a red bandanna wrapped around his head stood in front of Marko.

His arm raised, shouting something your ears zoned out.

Your body lurched, your physical form gasping for breath. You refused to let go, eyes wide and your throat constricted.

His arm thrust forward, piercing your lover through his chest, sending glistening blood down below-

"NO!"

-

You had hardly slept, too anxious and scared. Your boys wouldn't return til the sun had set. Now you understood why.

So you sat in your bed, hair still drying from the bath and in a clean set of pajamas, stomach rumbling but being ignored in favor of watching the sun move across the sky.

An hour passed.

Then another.

And another, until the sky was finally dimming, now sporting pink and orange hues as the fiery light sunk below the horizon.

You hoped they would come. Hoped they would sense something amiss and seek you out. No matter how scary it would be you needed to do this, needed to confront them.

The sun had long since set, the stars sparkling above you. You counted them until you were bored, then you began finding constellations. Chewing on your lip you leant against the glass, eyes becoming teary and exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders.

They never came, the day now over and the night now passing much quicker. Letting your eyes slip closed you curled into a ball, keeping your window open just a little and burying yourself into the thick quilt you had brought with you. Darkness encompassed you, pulling you into darker dreams.

"Kitten.."

Someone was pulling on your shoulder, and you whined, pulling away as you tried to get back to sleep.

"Now little one come on."

The voice was urgent, familiar, and anxious.

Another hand grabbed your face, wiping away dried blood which had caked on your cheek, sliding down from your nose.

"Baby please...wake up"

The voices were becoming disjointed, trying to breach your consciousness.

A cold body climbed beside you, hands weaved into your hair and tugged, your only response was to lean closer and breath deeply.

"My love..."

Your eyes cracked open, meeting a chest covered with a mesh shirt. Paul.

"Little dove, where were you?" long fingers lifted your chin, bringing your blood-soaked face up to meet their own, pressing a thumb to your lips and against your teeth to ground you.

"Pup..." David warned from your other side, eyes boring into yours, a dangerous glare flashing behind concern, "why weren't you out tonight?"

You didn't answer, wrapping your arms around the pale blonde and tugging him towards you, burying your face into his stomach and taking panicked breaths.

Marko joined the three of you, shushing you and running his fingers through your hair and he kissed your jaw, licking away the red softly.

They stayed like that, soothing you and trying to bring you back to them, something had hurt you. Something they would put a stop to no matter what. Nothing was allowed to cause such fear in their mate.

"Little lamb," Dwayne was kneeling on the floor, meeting your tear-filled eyes as you pulled away from David slightly, "tell us, please."

His eyes were begging, his words pleading, taking a deep breath you began to speak, words cutting through sobs.

"Y-you-" Paul pressed his palm to your back, rubbing up and down against your spine, pushing you to breathe slowly.

Your next words made him freeze. Made them all stop still as they looked at you with grave concern.

"You, you d-died."

It pained you to say it, burned your throat as the words were forced out. Watching them in your vision, slowly one by one being taken out, each death painful and the images of your dear boys being reduced to nothing.

"Kitten..." You didn't meet Marko's eyes, still staring into Dwayne's as they glazed over, fear seizing your chest, "what do you mean we died?"

-

Once you had calmed down, after much reassuring that they weren't angry with you and soft touches from each of them, you were now curled on Markos lap after having latched onto him.

Your face was buried in his shoulder, knees pulled to your chest as his arms held you close, fingers running along your body like he was scared you would disappear any moment.

"Your visions, they aren't permanent?" It was the wrong word to use, but you knew what David meant. Can they be changed? Can we stop our deaths?

It was possible, decisions could sway, and fates were never truly decided.

Nodding you reached a hand out, grasping his cool ones which were bare, having removed his leather gloves once the feeling of them on his skin became irritable.

"The future can change, you just need to choose a different path, Michael-" you watched them all twitch, now less happy about their new brother, "he's involved, you need to talk to him."

Paul scoffed, "about what?"

Shuffling slightly to meet his gaze, feeling Marko's arms tighten around you, "about everything. You tricked him right? That's why he hates you, he loves Star and she was tricked too. They need to understand you're not in control. Maybe even..."

You trailed off but they knew what you were insinuating, there was one common denominator that led to everyone's suffering and destruction. Max.

The video store owner, a towering man who was odd and leery. He was the head, he had control, he was pulling the strings. The boys died because they thought they were in control, if they knew the truth you were sure they wouldn't attack your mates and the Frogs could be swayed.

"If we do this. If we kill him. There's no turning back."

-

Talking to Michael and Star wasn't easy, both struggling through their hunger and the former enraged by the boy's and Star's deceit. But he agreed to help, agreed to form an alliance. His humanity, Star's humanity, Laddie's humanity. All in return for the death of the sire and the safety of your boys.

The Frogs would be difficult, but they could be useful. Sam was close enough to the isolated pair that you were sure they would be happy to help.

Once they were in the cave, and no longer shouting profanities at the boys, a plan was formed.

"So...garlic really doesn't work?" Alan's lip was lifted in a grimace, watching the tall wild-haired blonde ripping through the large slice of cheesy garlic bread like a man starved, shuddering at his sharp grin.

"No, actually it's one of our favorites," Dwayne shrugged, Laddie leaning against him half asleep, enjoying what would most likely be one of their final moments together, "holy water does, we'll need to stock up on that, and I'm sure the old Emerson has enough wood to make stakes. We can trap him."

They all turned to David who had returned with Michael and Marko after scouting the Emerson home, learning the layout.

"When?"

David's mouth stretched, eyes glowing a fiery amber, "tomorrow."

-

Today was the day. Everything had been planned meticulously, even Lucy and Gramps were in on it.

The Emerson matriarch would return with Max from their date, lure him into the house under the pretense of a nightcap, then he would be trapped, and the boys would kill their sire and end their torment.

"It'll be ok love," David was holding your hand as you and the boys hid in one of the upstairs bedrooms, based on the soft bedding and dried flowers decorating the small space you assumed it was the mother's. His nose was pressed against your neck, listening to your racing heart, fluttering anxiously in your chest.

You nodded, "I know, I'm just-"

"Scared..." Paul finished your sentence, looking up at you from where his head was rested in your lap, baby blues shining from below. Once Marko's fate had passed he had managed to relax a little, knowing his closest packmate was safe from his fate. Now the other three would be too, there was no holy water bath, the stereo had been moved to another part of the house and David had no intention of fighting Michael.

You had chosen to hide until Max was firmly trapped, knowing he would sense something amiss too soon if he saw you all waiting for him. The entire house had been filled with various scents, blood from the dead animals in the gleaming red room, lavender from the garden out front, and at least three weed plants burned outside. It had sent everyone into a slight haze but the boys had scared them out of it.

Before you had arrived the boys had taken you down to the sea, so you could complete your ritual one more time. But you were met with nothing, darkness, and silence. Yes, it meant their fates had changed, but to what you couldn't know. The future was uncertain and your lives in the balance of the next few hours, determined by the death of the father.

"They're here" Marko spoke from beside the window, pulling back into the shadows, eyes glowing as they met yours.

It was time.

You all listened intently, twitching as sounds grew below you, the boys could hear better than you. When you heard Sam shout the boys lifted off the ground, being as silent as possible as you were carried by David, he left you at the top of the stairs before dropping down behind his sire.

Max's eyes widened, looking at his sons before his brows furrowed, a dark snarl ripping from his chest. From your position you couldn't see how his face changed, bones jutting out, teeth growing sharper until there was nothing human left of him at all.

"David. What is the meaning of this!"

His children did little more than smirk in response, and as Max turned he realised he was truly trapped, even if he flew away he could be weakened by the boys and the half-vampire, Star, who was smiling devilishly. Even Michael looked a little scared of her.

The beast moved faster than you could see, swiping and growling, pushing away the humans and leaving him surrounded by those who he could try and influence. But it did not work. Regardless of the blood bond, he was no longer truly in control, never again would he be able to force their minds. Defeat and an ounce of fear flashed in his animalistic features.

With a mighty roar he charged, lunging his large form towards the vicious brunette who had been circling him like a panther, arms outstretched and claws sharp.

Max did not reach your love, his arms were seized, wrapped tight by the blondes who dug their talons into his tough flesh.

His eldest, David, climbed upon his shoulders, jaw open wide.

He bit down, his fangs pressing into Max's throat, inciting a scream from the older man. But his arms were restricted, and he was weak. So David's teeth tore, biting harshly until the skin pulled apart and blood sprayed into his white hair.

Max's head fell, tossed to the side and frozen in an expression of torment.

He was dead. His body crumpled to the ground. His second death complete.

-

"You'll get cold if you stay like that little dove," arms wrapped around you, pulling you against a naked chest, soft curls brushing against your shoulders as the person behind you arched his head forward to kiss your cheek.

You hummed, leaning back, enjoying the waves lapping against you.

Hours had passed, and the night would end soon. It was over faster than expected.

David had insisted on cleaning himself, feeling dirty with his ex-sire's blood. Dragging you down to the ocean himself and stripping you with him before pulling you beneath the waves, holding you close as he let your scent cover the one he hated most.

"It's over," Marko smiled into your skin, a hand sliding up your body and encompassing your cheek, turning your face so your eyes would meet his own. He was quiet for a moment, eyes searching yours, full of love and promises. When he spoke he simply mirrored your own words, a reassuring confirmation you would carry with you for some time.

"It's over."

[softxsuki]

hello my love <3

i understand that you're most likely loaded with work already, but i was wondering if i could maybe put in an urgent request?..

if that's alright with you, could i please request a mikey x reader where reader suffers from really bad nightmares whenever they sleep, so they stop sleeping out of fear, as they don't wanna have a nightmare. speaking of, these nightmares usually include traumatic experiences from their childhood, as reader's parents were often drunk and or taking drugs. their parents were horribly abusive towards reader and they had to always protect their siblings from their parents, often taking all the punishment themselves.

i'm sorry if that's too triggering to write. if so, you can completely ignore this

have a great day/evening!

-senju <3

Mikey with Reader Who Has Nightmares

Pairing: Mikey (Manjiro Sano) x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insomnia, abusive parents, drunk parents, drug addict parents, bad childhood

Genre: Comfort, Fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: In which you suffer from nightmares, depicting scenes from your traumatic childhood and you decide to not sleep anymore. Mikey picks you up from school one day and you fall asleep on his bike, nearly falling off, but thankfully he catches you in time and pulls over so you can talk. He comes up with an idea to try and help you sleep without nightmares.

[A/N: Hey lovely! Thank you again for being so patient with this request. I've been in a writers slump lately, but I managed to finish this for you <3. This wasn't triggering at all, so don't worry :). I hope you enjoy it! I made it so that Mikey and Reader are in a relationship, but they're both still in school so they don't live together. Idk if reader still lives with their parents or not, so just imagine them living with whoever you want. Uhhhh and yeah obviously readers nightmares aren't cured from that one night together, but it opened a door of hope that one day you won't have to suffer through nightmares anymore...if that makes sense. ANYWAY, I hope I did okay! Enjoy <3]

It had been a long day of school, but thankfully the last bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. It was another long night of no sleep thanks to your fear of having another nightmare, so you’ve been trying your best to stay awake the past two nights, only dozing off for a few minutes before shooting awake from another nightmare.

You drag yourself through the school halls, exhausted from your lack of sleep and flop onto a bench outside as you wait for your boyfriend, Mikey. He usually took you home on his motorcycle after school everyday to ensure that you got home safe.

You shake yourself off and rub your face, trying to look a little more awake so that you wouldn’t worry Mikey when he arrived.

In a matter of seconds, you see Mikey pull up next to you on his bike as you sit up straight and plaster a smile on your face.

“Hey angel, hop on,” he says, throwing you the helmet he kept whenever you rode with him, even though he himself never wore one.

You throw the helmet on your head and hop on his bike behind him, wrapping your arms firmly around his waist as he takes off. Your ride with Mikey was usually silent as the noise from his motor was too loud to talk over anyway. You lean your head on his broad back, feeling safe and relaxed as his body heat radiates through you. You don’t even realize your eyes begin to close on their own. Mikey feels your grip around his waist loosen as you slip a bit, he frantically shoots his hand out to grab you, which jolts you awake as he slows down and pulls over.

“Did you just fall asleep?” He asks bewildered while gripping his chest from the mini heart attack you just gave him, trying to calm his breathing.

“...No…”

“Y/N…why didn’t you tell me you were tired? I would have let you ride in front of me so you wouldn’t fall off,” Mikey sighs as the both of you hop off his bike and take a seat on the curb together, “Rough night again?”

“Mmm, yeah, but now I’m too scared to sleep. I don’t want to relive my past through those nightmares every time I close my eyes to try and get some rest. I hate seeing the same scene over and over again; my druggie parents yelling at my siblings and me running into the room to take the beating in their stead. It was horrible enough living through it, I don’t want to have to relive it each night. I’d rather just stay awake.”

Mikey furrows his brows in concern at your words. He knew about your rough childhood and your frequent nightmares, but your resolve to stay awake was news to him.

“There has to be some better option than trying to stay awake forever. That’s really unhealthy and you literally almost fell off my bike while we were riding. I don’t want you to get hurt,” he explains as he tries to think of another solution for your nightmare problem.

Knowing about your childhood, how your parents were drunkies with drug addictions, the abuse they inflicted on your siblings, and how you’d try to protect them and take all the punishment yourself; he was always amazed by your strength. It was one of the things that made him fall for you even more. He wanted to be able to make you happy and protect you from the past, and that included those nightmares that wouldn’t let you sleep in peace.

He’s lost in thought for a while, going over a few different ideas in his head before speaking again, “How about I sneak over to your place and spend the night? You can sleep in my arms and I’ll hold you tight in hopes that it helps keep your nightmares away. If it does, then I’ll do it everyday until we get older. I already have plans to be with you for the rest of my life, so when we get married, I’ll continue to guard you from your nightmares so you can rest peacefully without your past coming to haunt you each night,” he proposes with a bright smile.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that every night, Mikey. That would be asking for too much,” you shyly say at his bold words of him wanting to be there for you even in the future make your heart flutter.

“It’s no big deal as long as it helps you. Plus I get to sleep with you in my arms every night, that sounds perfect to me.”

Knowing he’d never let it go, you decide to agree with his proposal and try having him sleep with you once everyone in your household is asleep.

Satisfied with your answer, Mikey gets back to his feet and offers you a hand up as he gets back onto his bike. He leads you to sit in front of him, his arms encased around you in case you fall asleep again and he drives a little slower even if it does take you longer to get to your house.

He drops you off at home and returns later that night through your window when your house is dead-silent. You’re already tucked away in bed, your eyelids feeling heavy, but you force them to stay open as Mikey scoots in bed beside you.

“What if someone sees us in the morning?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll sneak back out later without being seen,” he smiles softy at you, caressing your face.

Mikey cuddles into your side, holding you firmly against him.

“Now,” he begins in a whisper, leaving a kiss to your cheek, “Just close your eyes and don’t be scared. You’re going to sleep peacefully tonight without any horrible nightmares, okay? You’re okay, you’re safe here in my arms.”

You listen to his instructions and close your eyes, allowing his soft whispers to fill your ears. You inhale deeply, his comforting scent makes you relax in his arms. Already exhausted from not being able to sleep properly, you end up drifting off fairly quickly. Mikey notices the change in your breathing and shuts the lights off before closing his own eyes. He figured he’d stick around for a bit longer in case you needed him.

Later, early in the morning, he shoves his jacket off, allowing you to hug it as he slips from your grasp and sneaks back out the window.

You had slept peacefully that whole night and woke up to the sound of your alarm, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day, relieved that you didn’t have a nightmare that night. You squeeze the jacket in your arms that Mikey had left behind for you, some of his scent still lingering on the fabric, which made it seem like he was still there with you in bed. You realize then that that's probably why you stayed asleep and dreamt lovely dreams instead of the horrible scenes that typically haunted you each night.

Arriving at school that day you return Mikey’s jacket to him and thank him, saying his idea worked, but instead of having him sleepover every night, you decide to try different techniques, like maybe calling each other and seeing if having him talk to you or just listening to his breathing could help you sleep without nightmares.

Mikey was willing to try everything until you no longer feared falling asleep and until those nightmares stopped occurring. He would continue to be there for you until you could sleep peacefully without him by your side, but you already know he’ll make excuses to stay the night again even if you don’t necessarily need him there anymore.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 3/12/2022

[kemakoshume]

can i request a drabble for stepcest/incest with megumi, nsfw, and female reader for your follower celebration? i read your bokuto stepcest one and reallyliked that one! thank you :3

a/n; hi baby, ofc you can. i just now realized i haven't published any of my wips for megumi yet lmao so wow what a way to introduce my writing about him

btw yes i am currently doing a milestone event!! come send a req my way. i'm doing short drabbles/hcs for whatever your little hearts desire ~

warnings: stepcest, "p in the v" sex, oral (f!receiving), "feminine cycle" mention (specifically ovulation, not the 🩸phase). i imagine megumi either being older than you or exactly the same age as you here but idk lmao either way you're both adults. [1.2k words].

It's been a few years since the first time he made a move.

Megumi had always been a pretty stoic guy. From the first day your parents introduced the two of you all the way until now, his demeanor publically had always remained much of the same. In private though, he let you see parts of him that you never would've guessed were there.

He was funny. Like, properly funny. The first time he made you laugh you feared you'd pass out from not being able to take in enough air. He was distractingly handsome. Of course, you had noticed that but there was a softness to his features that only appeared in the shadow of nighttime that he reserved for you. He was caring, and loved the people around him very deeply, and god, he was afraid to admit it at first, but he was so smitten with you.

What started innocently as two newly minted siblings being forced to spend time together to "bond" had slowly but surely turned into something more. Your clothes got more risque with age and his eyes began to linger longer. He came to spend more time in your room even if you weren't home and you did the same to him in turn. One night, your late-night studying and working and movie watching turned into soft kisses under your fairy lights. Then, eventually, it turned into more.

The flood of despair that crept into your bones every time that he left your bedroom has yet to stop, still even at your age, no matter how many times you've allowed him into both yourself and your space. But still, night after night he would enter your room, not always for sex but often for something, and you would accept him with open arms every time.

You don't flinch anymore when you hear a soft knock at your door in the late hours of the weekday evening anymore, knowing immediately who the visitor would be. The soft rasps of his knuckles tapping in beats of three against thick mahogany wood mimicking that of your fluttering heartbeat.

You don't have to get up from your desk chair to let him in, instead, you allow him to enter on his own as he always does. You say little when he crosses the space between you in your bedroom, coming up behind you where you're sat on your computer. Your legs are in your signature sitting position: one leg crossed beneath your body, and one slid up parallel against your thigh.

You don't say anything when he glides his warm hands down the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks in to make your lips puff out like he's always done since you were young, too young and green to the ways of the world to know what the influx of hormones and carnal desires would do to your relationship.

You try to swat his hands away playfully, but settle for holding one of his hands with yours instead. You shift your neck with his movements when he trails those hands down to your shoulders, rubbing and kneading the firm knots of muscle tangled up beneath your skin.

"Hard day?"

"Mhm," you hum, relaxing into the warmth of his large hands, "Lots of work."

"Poor angel," he says, leaning down to place soft kisses along the line of your jaw, "Hey, do you know what week of the month just ended? I think we can have a little fun that'll perk you up."

You did, of course. It was your cycle, so duh. The week of your fertile window had just come to a close. The little egg that could shatter your entire lives had come and gone from your body leaving way for fun without barriers.

"Oh shit," you said, thinking back to the alert you'd seen chime in a flash on your phone at some point in the day, "You're right. I forgot you've been checking."

"Of course I have," he said, his voice just a whisper in your ear, "I get to feel you, really feel you for the next few days without any fears. Well, besides my dad and your mom. Figures that this is the one week they decided to stay home."

You chuckle, turning your head to the side to catch his lips in a kiss. Your parents had become that couple in their forties that vacationed constantly as soon as you'd walked across your graduation stage and officially gained the badge of "adult." You both stayed home during university, commuting instead of shelling out money on separate places, and continued your trists under the security of the two adults rarely being home.

Most nights you didn't have to sneak around much these days, but there was something about the thrill when you did. It made you feel... grey to admit that it turned you on even more, but you couldn't help it. Having him all to yourself in secret was the best thing you could've ever asked for as you accepted your new life with this family.

It's routine on nights like this that you creep down the halls of your home to make sure Toji's deep snores can be heard through your parents' door in their bedroom. Your mom would have placed in her earplugs by now to ensure that she got some sound sleep. Still, you firmly close your door but don't lock it just in case, just so things don't look too suspicious. You grab a large blanket to drape over your laps in case someone decides to come in. You put on a movie you've both seen a million times to mask any of your noise.

You cry into a pillow when you cum, his tongue licking into your cunt while you drip onto his face. You don't complain when he puts his hand over your mouth while he fucks you, drilling into you at a bruising pace on the floor of your pale pink-themed room. You always avoid the bed, since your bedframe was way loud and creaky, even with the cloud of snores for protection, and you couldn't handle the shame of being heard.

What would your parents say? What would your family think? Would they chastise you? Make you show them exactly what "games" the two of you spent your nights playing? Would they judge you?

Honestly though... why should you care, really? When his cock fills you up like this, when he caresses your breasts and worships your body, and loves you unconditionally in a way that no partner you would ever have possibly could. How can you care about anything else when he makes you feel this way?

When he cums in you, crying your name into the crook of your neck and you cum around him doing the same, nothing else in the world matters but you two.

You couldn't have begged the universe for a more loving brother.

[imoonf1]

IM NOT USING THEM CURRENTLY

Family pompts

#1 - they are trying to calm the child(ren) that is/are crying because the other parent is away

#2 - one is always using nicknames for the child(ren) while the other is saying the given name

#3 - bringing the child to bed and brushing their hair while telling them a good-night story which is a variation of how the OTP met

#4 - trying to explain to the child(ren) why they were arguing with the other parent but the child(ren) still doesn’t see the point

#5 - coming home to the other one making a huge mess in the kitchen with the child(ren) because they were trying to make cookies

Smutty pompts

#6 - “I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

#7 - “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

#8 - “Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

#9 - “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

#10 - “Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”

#11 - “I could make you feel better.”

#12 - “Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

#13 - “Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”

#14 - “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

#15 - “You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

#16 - “Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.”

#17 - “I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.”

#18 - “Oh, I love that sound you make."

#19 - “I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.”

#20 - “Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

#21 - “If we weren’t in public right now…”

#22 - “Your hand feels much better than my own.”

#23 - “As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of.”

#24 - “I’ll take it that you like what you see.”

#25 - “Your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that.”

#26 - “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

#27 - “How about we continue this somewhere more private?”

#28 -“Oh, can you feel this?”

#29 -“We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that.”

#30 -“I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

#31 -“You always know so well what I like.”

#32 -“Oh, you’re such a tease!”

#33 -“You’re so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?”

#34 -“Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?”

#35 -“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?”

Fluff pompts

#36 -“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

#37 -“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

#38 - “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

#39 - "This reminded me of you.”

#40 -“Your hair is really soft.”

#41 - “Are you blushing?”

#42 - "Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

#43 -“Believe me, I will never be tired of you.”

#44 -“I love how you look in my shirt.”

#45 -“How come you always end up under my blanket?”

#46 -“There is no better way to start the day than seeing your face.”

#47 -“You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.”

#48 -“I love to hear your voice, even if you’re so far away.”

#49 -“Morning cuddles are the best part of the day.”

#50 -“Have I told you I love you today?”

#51 -“I would like my good morning kiss now.”

#52 -"You give the best hugs.”

#53 - “i swear, if you keep on doing that, you’ll give me more reasons to love you!”

Angst prompts

#1 -"you know what, I'm leaving" "No, you're not leaving, I'll kick you out of my house"

[starlightshadowsworld]

Has Jesee ever adopted a kid on his own, or is it just Jaden adopting children?

Yes he has.

For context, Jesse in this AU is an orphan. He grew up in an orphanage before leaving to attending school. He didn't really have friends and the only family he has were his cards, the Crystal Beasts being the only family he had until his time at Dual Academy and getting together with Jaden.

Jesse's always wanted a family, a big family.

But he had just enough to get by while he was at school, he worked his butt off to get a scholarship and any money he made from duals was for food and cards.

He was always fond of kids but didn't think he'd be able to give them a good home. However, Jesse was always taking care of spirits.

Even when they eventually went back to their dualist they would visit him, he was like a dad to them in a way. He could see them, talk to them and would tell them stories and make sure they were well.

Jaden is the one with dragon hoarding abilities that got increased when he fused with Yubel and is just the one adopting kids.

Jesse adores them, they basically adopted Jesse as there third parent and second dad. And that for him was enough, but that isn't to say Jesse hasn't adopted a kid on his own.

Infact he's adopted 3 of them while visiting his other kids.

And honestly it's only because Jaden was currently dealing with something in the Dark Dimension and couldn't come over otherwise he'd have definitely adopted them.

These kids being Leo, Luna and Akiza.

Basically, Jesse was at home and received a call from a panicked Yusei. They were doing some practice for a tournament and Akiza lost control over her abilities. No one got hurt but she fell unconscious and they were with her in a hospital room.

"They said she's okay but..." Jesse's heart broke at just how scared Yusei sounded. He'd met Akiza on occasion and found her very sweet and strong. He could only imagine how Yusei was feeling, so he grabbed his jacket and headed over immediately.

Yusei visibly relaxed upon seeing him, deflating in his arms. "I'm here, you did good" said Jesse with his smile, sitting on a chair and holding him close not that Yusei was letting go of him anytime soon.

"Dad!" Greeted Crow tiredly along with Jack who was scowling but smiled at seeing Jesse. "Hey, you guys okay?" He asked, noting how tired they were. "Yeah we're holding up pretty good" said Crow, stifling a yawn. "No late night repairs I hope", that made them all pause but Jesse chuckled, letting it go for now.

"So you're THE Jesse Kaiba?! You're the one with the Crystal Beast deck?!" Asked Leo excitedly, zooming over from somewhere. Jesse chuckled while Luna shot her brother a look. "It's alright, yeah that's me. And you are?" Leo grinned "awesome, I'm Leo and this Luna."

Luna waved politely, over her shoulder Kuribon greeted Jesse who smiled "this your friend?" He asked, Luna gasped and nodded. "You can see Kuribon?"

Jesse nodded "yup, been able to see spirits all my life. So has Jaden, he er couldn't get here...something bout a goblin uprising?" He said with a fond shake of his head, the things he got used to.

Seeing the twins confusion, Jesse explained that Jaden was in another dimension, one that he ruled over. And answered the many questions they both had as best as he could.

"Aw man I wish my folks were even half as cool as yours Yusei" said Leo with a pout. Jesse smiled before frowning, realising his late it was. "Speaking of your folks, shou-" He was cut off by Akiza waking up.

"Aki" smiled Yusei going to her. "Take it easy, how are you feeling?" Asked Jack. "I'm alright, tired..." she trailed off "... No one got hurt...?" She asked, eyes wide. Crow shook his head "nah, everyone's fine. You may have bruised Jack's ego a bit but that's all." Jack's scoff only made her giggle.

Akiza looked over at Jesse in suprise "Mr Kaiba?" Jesse waved "you can call me Jesse, I'm glad your okay Akiza." She smiled "okay, I'm sorry to bother you." Jesse shook his head "your no bother at all, I wanted to make sure you were okay. I've been with Jaden when he's exhausted himself before. " He said simply, Yusei nodded "yeah, and than we have to threaten him to take a nap."

Akiza chuckled, that she could imagine. "Wow, imagine overworking yourself to the point of exhaustion and still working after..." She said pointedly, looking right at him.

Crow snorted "she's got you there man" Akiza looked over him "You're not any better." Jack laughed, watching his brothers both pout.

A nurse came in interrupting them "your free to go, Miss Izinski. We tried calling your parents but they..." He trailed off, Akiza looked down "but they want nothing to do with me, it's fine." She said waving him off and he left.

"What?..." Asked Jesse, wide eyed looking at her in concern. Akiza tried to wave him off too but she couldn't, it didn't feel right to. "Because I'm a monster" she said, unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice. But as soon as the words left her mouth she was enveloped in a hug.

"Akiza, look at me" said Jesse, somehow both stern and gentle. She did so, hesitantly. It broke Jesse's heart to see her accept that notion of herself. He thought of Jaden when he had nightmares, he thought of himself and seeing spirits.

He knew that pain all to well.

"You are not a monster, okay? You are someone with a gift, one that has caused you far to much pain and heartache. And I'm sorry your parents are too damn dense to see that there daughter is an amazing person." Said Jesse, sencerity on every word. He didn't know her that well but he'd heard so many stories from his kids and knew Jaden was helping her with her powers.

And he meant every word.

Tears streamed down Akiza's face, but she wasn't the only one crying. Leo was holding Luna who had tears in her eyes. Jesse looked at them "your parents a bunch of deadbeats?" He asked, more bluntly than he probably should've.

"Something like that..." Said Leo and both were gently pulled into the hug... And some explanations were had.

And Jesse, he was mad nay he was livid. He couldn't stand it, he really couldn't understand why or how anyone could treat there kids like that. He didn't know his parents, but he'd liked to think they would've loved him.

Jesse had so many kids and he loved each and every one of them, he couldn't imagine ever turning them away... If he ever saw them...

He didn't have his husbands abilities but he was a force to be reckoned with, his husband being the first to say it.

"I might have to make a bit more pasta for dinner but we should have enough ingredients left." Akiza blinked "your inviting us for dinner? She asked, Jesse nodded "not just dinner... I can't in good conscious let any of you 3 go back to your homes...its your choice and I'll have to sort it out with Mokuba but would you like to stay, with us?"

Suprise etched into all of there faces before Luna nodded tearfully "please" she said, Leo was nodding rapidly beside her and Akiza gave him a look before smiling softly.

Jesse smiled, he wondered if this was how Jaden felt when he bought another kid home. They'd sort there things out later, for now Yusei and him helped steady Akiza and Crow grabbed the twins.

They say when you grow up you should strive to become the adult that you needed when you were a child, and Jesse couldn't agree more.

Jaden was more than happy to hear the news along with Yubel, and Mokuba had the forms completed in record time.

[demonicxfire]

My life if I was a werewolf

I've been thinking this since some days...

How my normal life (this life) would look like if I was a werewolf?

You know... I'm trying, so much things... to satisfy my needings...

But it's always not enough...

This one, it made me feel better for some brief moments...

I tried to imagine myself, sleeping in my bed, as a big werewolf

I closed my eyes, and I imagined it in first and third person...

[I "opened" eyes, and damn... the first thing that I saw was that I was entirely black, and my legs were so long that my paws were outside the bed (my new room's bed should be 2 meters long, so wow)... but you know what? It felt normal.

I got out of bed, and I transformed back into my human form.

Then, I had a pretty much normal human life.

I had breakfast, I dressed up, went to school...

And at school... damn I was happier. I remember that... I was more sociable. I laughed with my friends, I took the lessons with more interest than usual (irl, the interest depends from the subjects: for example, in history, the interest is high, as well as philosophy; meanwhile, in biology, man I'm always bored. I swear that I liked chemistry more)...

Then, I returned home, I had lunch, done my homeworks, and finally... it was time to relax.

So, I played on my PS4, I wrote a bit...

Then after dinner, when my parents went to bed... it was time to unleash the werewolf again.

And so, I was myself again.

No more need to hide, no more need to worry... because in that period of time, I could be me... freely.

I remember that I even went upstairs, to my house's terrace, but I didn’t leave the building because, as MY CONDOMINIUM IS THE ONE OF THE SMALLEST, CIRCLED BY HIGHER BUILDINGS [like, my condominium is 2 floors high, and all the others are 3 floors high (besides one building which is 2 floors high, but even smaller than my building), then, if we add the fact that in my block, the roads are sloping, some of them are even higher (like, from the terrace, people can see me through the third floor balconies of the other buildings)], and so I was scared that people could see me.

So, I just observed the Night Sky from the ajar door, and then I returned home to say goodbye to the Night, from a window (always being very careful).

And lastly, I went to bed, always seeing that I couldn't fit in as a werewolf (so my paws were once again outside of it lol), then I put my head on my pillow, and finally, I fell asleep]

I would never think that I could reach these levels of species dysphoria.

To the point that, I'd need to imagine this, in order to feel better, just for some mere moments.

But then, it became worse. Because I craved it so much...

Honestly, I don't know if this "experience" could be considered a good or a bad thing...

And... I have to keep all this... inside me. I can't let it out. I can't let anything go out... my shifts, my real feelings...

And I have to endure all this x3: me, my body, and my werewolf side...

That's why sometimes, I explode in tears...

I don't know anymore what I should do in order to satisfy my needings, my cravings...

Please... I just... I want to be myself.

[whaleofatjme1920]

~Red, cp fandom, they/them, 19, romantic, second letter~

((Again thank you Elsie, I appreciate you so much,, warning, includes mentions of nsfw))

hello again beautiful boy,

When I got your last letter I cried, it made me so happy that I got emotional.

I tend to always get sappy when I think of you, when I do I like to think of you holding me. Being next to me maybe, and the way you’d hold my hand. I like to talk to you out loud when I’m alone, it makes me think you’re listening.

I imagine meeting you, going over every possible scenario. Will I cry? Probably yes. How will you react? What will you say? Will you touch me the way that I crave?

A lot of times I see other people talking about loving you and I get so jealous. My brain automatically tells me that you’d always choose someone else over me, it makes me think I wouldn’t be good enough for you, maybe because of how I look, the way I’m wired, or if I’m just a horrible person, it’s painful.

But I lose myself to daydreams and writings of you, with you. Every time I write a fic of you i imagine it’s me as the reader. Do you read them? That’s a bit embarrassing isn’t it? A little fan girl behavior? But it’s evolved from that, it’s no longer “I WANT YOU TO BEND ME OVER AND FUCK ME HARD-“ (while of course that’s true), now it’s “I want to start a family with you”

I want you to lay me out and take my virginity, to pump me full of kids and then stay with me. Care for me when I get pregnant and then start that life together. Buy baby clothes and a crib, hold my hand while I give birth and then kiss my head when I rest. Watch as I breastfeed the baby for the first time and then you can hold your child, when they open their eyes you’ll be the first person they see. A little baby thing that we made with pure true love.

I just know they would look just like their daddy, with sandy blonde hair and a cute nose. A little mini you, combined with me. Our little creation, our bundle of joy.

Being there every step as they grow up, hearing their first word of “dada!” And then seeing them walk for the first time. Taking them to the playground and going down the slide with them.

Then we can take trips as a family, I can see us at Disney world, pushing a stroller. Holding the babe in my lap as we go on the Nemo ride and I point out all the little fishes like all those embarrassing parents do just to see their baby smile and laugh. I would get all these pictures of you holding their hand and walking with them, or more likely, their whole hand grabbing your index finger. And then pictures of you holding them up, and I can hear you saying “say hi to mommy!”, holding their itty bitty hand to wave.

Getting lost in eachother and our family, I’ll make you Colombian food and take you there on vacation to see the beautiful landscapes. We can recreate my baby pictures with our own baby, they’ll be just like their mommy. Spend quiet nights at home by a fireplace, one baby sound asleep in their crib and your hand on my tummy where I have another on the way.

Oh how I want to give you the world, every ounce of my happiness and dedication given to you. I want to bless you with a family, help you relax and make you feel whole. With kids I can finally give what my parents never gave me, and love them unconditionally. And love us like that, and you.

I will give you everything. My whole life if you want it. I’m so deeply in love with you, I hope you liked this

Always and forever yours, red

[Disclaimer: Letters To Those You Hold Dear (Valentine's Edition) is a special event I'm holding from February 13th - February 23rd 11:59 PM. Find the guidelines HERE so you can send a letter or two to those you hold dear <3.]

[AN: Anything for you <3]

Dear Red,

I'm always sorry to make you cry, never my intention! But, I know how happy I make you. When I think of you, I visualize all my troubles melting away. I think of warmth, of sunshine, the color that your name carries and I think of... How much I love you. I tend to talk to myself out loud too? And a lot of that time, I'm thinking about you and what you'd say in response to my thoughts. You're attentive and sweet, you know that? Everything you say, everything you write, I'd love it all.

I can't really imagine myself being with anyone else but you. And I'm not saying that to stoke your ego or make you feel better, I really do mean that. You're my one and only. You're my first thought in the morning and my last when I go to sleep. I wouldn't choose anyone else but you, regardless of what other people think their relationship to me is. I'm not always able to read your writing, but when I do I think it's pretty great. I wish I had a more verbose? way to say this? Red, I'm in awe of everything you do.

We'd have a beautiful family together. You'd hold my children and I'd provide for our home, you, my beautiful baby mommy and a loving wife... The very thought of it makes me smile. Anything that comes from you would be beautiful. They'd have your pretty eyes. You know that? They'd be just as gorgeous as you. I wanna have that family with you, one where we'd live in domestic bliss. I don't... Often get sappy about these things? The boys think it makes me soft. But, you're my exception. You're my everything. You're my life, and my love. Everything.

I'd love to go to Disney, or Universal, wherever you and our kids wanna go, if I'm being honest. It would make me happy just to provide for the two of you. You know Spanish right? Fluent in it? I want you to teach our children Spanish. I want you to teach them about Colombian food, culture, whatever applies to you applies to them. We'd be happy, you know that? We'd be happy together.

Red, I would give you the moon on a string if that's what you wanted. I would do anything and everything just to make you smile. Whatever you're going through, whatever you want and need, I would provide for you. I want to be good for you, and give to you from me everything you want to give to me from you.

Forever and always yours,

- BEN