gave up after a while

anonymous asked:

hiii!! i've been wanting to ask for awhile now but are you still writing that mob boss fic of yours??

I started drafting a new version a while ago, after I gave up on the angsty original plot, but nothing much came of it. It was gonna be completely redone plotwise, with all the visual details remaining, but I kind of gave up on it. Maybe someday, but I don’t think so.


my favorite thing about byun baekhyun (birthday series):

i love how much of a bright person he is. like his super power, he’s like the light. he takes care of fans by giving great fanservice and takes so much initiative around his members in all that he does to show care and concern for them. his kindness makes him glow, almost like an angel with a halo above his head~ but to me, he really just is an angel. a perfectly imperfect one.” - @baehkkyun

“i like that baekhyun is so hardworking. he thinks about his fans and communicates with them. i like how he interacts with the other exo members and how he takes care of them. and how he always tries to stay positive/bright and cheer people up. i just feel happy when i look at him. he’s like a ray of sunshine.” - @wuboxian

A mystery herself

A/N: Heeey so I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted any writing so I’m very nervous about this one. It’s my first Jughead imagine ever, so I hope you like it and if you’d want a part 2, let me know. I already have some idea for a continuation ;)

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.825 

Originally posted by riverrdxle

She walked in like a midsummer breeze, swaying and changing the course of everything under the sun. She perturbed the usually sober times of Riverdale.

And it annoyed Jughead Jones to no end.

(Y/N) didn’t feel good. Her bitter nerves slowly morphed into a nauseous tension which took over her stomach. From the first moment she placed her foot onto the grounds of her new school, the air seemed to change drastically. And she wasn’t the only one who seemed to notice the thick, static-like uneasiness in the air. They all stared at her. Every single pair of eyes fixed her face, supposedly searching for a familiar feature.

Did everybody know everybody in this damn village?

Apparently so.

(Y/N) tried to avoid direct eye contact, although she kept her head high as she walked.

But as she reached the backyard of Riverdale High, her breath hitched in her throat. Releasing a strangled huff as she came to a sudden stop, she gripped the strip of her bag tighter between her long, shaky fingers and replaced it further on her shoulder. A sea of students was laying before her frozen figure, hundreds of eyes piercing her skull and rummaging through her mind.

(Y/N) sighed deeply and swallowed the tight lump in her throat, before urging her unsteady feet to move forward, slicing right through the yard filled with students. She held a confident pace in her step, although the heart burned by a mocking fire threatened to burst out of her chest at any moment.  

It was going to be a long day.

She didn’t expect to find herself into such a place so soon. She didn’t expect to place a single foot inside it at all, actually.

(Y/N) stood in the doorway of what seemed to be a fast food. Pop’s was filled with students which crowded the booths around the powerfully lit dine. Their loud voices travelled across the room, hitting walls and piercing (Y/N)’s ears. It was all too noisy and crowded in there for her liking, and if wasn’t for the frozen water droplets which bit at her exposed skin, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place. Not now, at least. But there was no other choice, was it?

She stole a quick glance outside and felt her eyebrows lower, urging her lids to shield her eyes more than they already had. A sharp breath passed her lips and she adjusted the strip of her bag on her shoulder once again, before scanning the room rapidly.

A mild grimace crossed her features as she acknowledged the only free spot in the entire room. It was an isolated booth, occupied by a boy she recognised briefly. A picture of their eyes connecting during classes flashed through her brain.

Lonely, raven locks hanged loosely across his forehead, narrowed eyes mirrored the shining words written on the screen of his laptop and lips pressed together tightly into a straight line.

And, of course, a grey beanie covered his head, shielding him and making him impossible to ignore at the same time.

Jughead Jones.

(Y/N) was going to sit next to Jughead Jones.

Gathering the last bit of courage in her body, (Y/N) approached his table sheepishly, her hands shoved deeply inside her pockets and her eyes wide with anticipation. Swallowing the bitter lump in her throat, she let the words drift off her tongue.

“Um- excuse me?”

His eyes snapped towards her almost instantly and (Y/N) struggled to keep herself from flinching at the sharp look she received.

“Would you mind if I sit down? It’s all crowded in here, and outside it’s raining, so I can’t actually go-”

“Fine.” he replied shortly, before his stare returned to the screen of his laptop and his fingers began typing vigorously.

(Y/N)’s chest fell as she exhaled with relief and gingerly slid into the seat opposite from the boy.

She quickly took out a pencil, a small notebook and a pair of headphones, which she connected to her phone. Gathering her bag close, she shrunk deeper into the corner near the window and leaned her head against the cold glass. She closed her eyes for a brief second, letting a soft sigh escape her lips and basking in the cool sensation which spread through her temple, before tilting her head and scribbling down a few words on the paper.

Soon enough, the words began flowing inside her head, filling her with a familiar sensation of assurance. The pen left black marks onto the white sheet and while she filled pages after pages with thoughts and drawings, a silvery, rhythmic murmur began dripping from her lips.

With a brief tilt of her head, her eyes slowly travelled towards the raven haired boy. She felt herself freeze when her eyes locked with his.  

He had been watching her all along. From the first damned moment she entered Pop’s, all uncertain and awkward, to when she leaned her head against the window and began bloody singing.

The sound of her silvery voice and the continuous scribbling of her pencil on the paper kept him from his writing.

For a reason he didn’t know, her presence made his chest constrict with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. Uneasiness seemed a poor choice of words, but it was the closest to what he was experiencing of them all. The nerves bubbled up inside his stomach, probably waiting for the perfect moment to burst.

At first, when she showed up next to him and asked if she could sit down, he thought ignoring her would be easy. But he was so… fucking wrong.

He remembered her. From the moment he caught her Y/E/C eyes, he remembered. Seeing them in every class that day, seeking for them whenever she wasn’t there. He remembered the shy smile she gave when the teacher presented her to the rest of the class. He remembered the gleam in her eyes during Psychology, when they talked about human rights and abstract concepts like love. He remembered the burning passion in her voice and the intelligence which shined through her actions and thoughts.

He remembered all of her, and it seemed like a curse.


She was probably the most distracting person he’d ever seen in his entire life.

The way she bit her lip in thought, or the way she hummed contently when a phrase she liked came up to her mind. It was all too fascinating for Jughead, a concept he couldn’t understand. The way her hair fell into her face and the way she just didn’t bother to push it away made him boil with the urge to brush it to the side with a gentle touch.

Even though it started with secret glances he stole at her crunched figure, he just found his eyes and brain wanting more, to return to the sight of her face. So, after a while, he just gave up on his tentatives of writing and focused on her entirely.

Jughead stared at her. At how her expressions changed with a flash, at the soft smile which warmed her lips from time to time, followed by a private sigh, and at her piercing, radiating eyes, which stared off into the lonely distance.

It felt… strange. Strange and highly inappropriate, he thought of a better label for his odd interest in the girl.

She was new to this town. That was her first day in a new school, with new people and different surroundings. She was a stranger to him, a girl he’d just seen around for a few hours, before she came to Pop’s, where she sat down in front of him.

Why had he said yes in the first place?

Jughead clenched his jaw and felt his fingers curl in annoyance.

It was an understatement to say he was confused… and pissed. Maybe a little bit at her, because she was so damn captivating and enchanting and just… different from all the girls he’d seen. But mainly at him, for taking such an interest in her, for his sudden change. He felt like the wall of ignorance and cold feelings he managed to build over the years was now crumbling down… because of one person.


She made his temper falter slightly, just by… existing. And being there, present, sitting next to him, and murmuring so beautifully it made him grimace.

She acted so natural. So… carefree and oblivious. She seemed lost to this world, caught between the walls of her own mind, enchanted into a dance with her own thoughts…

He was still staring. Probably more intently, by now.


Was it even healthy? 

Probably not.   

And that made a crisp, thin feeling of fear creep into his soul, tickling the sides of his shielded heart and sending shivers down his spine.

But a sudden change into his view seemed to snap Jughead out of his trance. 

He found himself staring into (Y/E/C) orbs, which watched back with surprise. He quickly came to acknowledge all of her figure, his gaze shifting from her eyes, and shook his head slightly. 

He returned to the screen of his laptop, a pale blush warming his cheeks, hoping she’d go back to writing just as well. But he could feel her stare piercing through his head and lurking through his mind. He heard a ruffling noise as Y/N changed her position so she was facing him properly.

“You’re blushing” a soft voice rang inside his ears.

(Y/N) couldn’t help it. She didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it just slipped off her tongue.

The sight of the turbulent feelings which swam inside his eyes tickled her interest. They held a blurry surface, like a broken mirror, so no one could see inside.

(Y/N) felt intrigued in an odd way by the boy beside her.

Aside from the fact that he was damn right staring at her, she found it strange that he immediately looked away. She didn’t expect Jughead to be so… sensitive, she might say. Let alone to see him blush.

(Y/N) shifted again, placing her bag down from her lap and leaning forward a little bit to peer at the boy. The sight of his red cheeks and embarrassed expression sent her lips into a smirk.

He continued to stare at the screen of his laptop for a few moments, before finally turning his attention to her.

She smiled tenderly in his direction and he felt something melt inside him.

Shaking her head at his silence, (Y/N) withdrew her hand.

“I’m (Y/N)” she said.

Jughead’s eyes flickered towards her hand suspiciously and his stare narrowed. It took a raise of her eyebrows for him to finally shake her hand.

“Jughead” he shortly introduced himself.

A heavy silence followed their handshake. (Y/N)’s smile faded slowly, her lips pressed now in a tight line. She shielded her eyes, gaze falling to her lap and began fiddling with her fingers in an attempt to calm the fire of her cheeks.

Jughead, though, he continued to watch her with thin eyes and furrowed eyebrows. The corners of his lips twitched slightly at her bashful blushing.

“So…” he cleared his throat, an awkward expression visible on his face.

(Y/N) tilted her head to peer at him with interest.

“Seems like we’re going to stay in here for a while” he gestured to the pouring rain outside.

She absently nodded her head, her gaze drifting off to the window and watched as big drops of water slid down the window.

“You seem to like writing”

She blinked, making Jughead raise an eyebrow.

“Am I right?”

“Actually, yes, I do like writing, but it’s…”

She trailed off, with a look like she said too much, but Jughead just raised his eyebrows with curiosity, urging her to tell him more.

“It’s not a book, or something… They’re just random musings I have during a day, or just scattered thoughts I manage to catch from time to time. This is mainly filled with drawings” she held her notebook up “but, recently, I began writing very much in it”

Jughead’s features shifted with surprise.

“So you’re drawing too?”

“I’m not that good at it… but yeah. I just feel like… anything I describe in words is kind of incomplete without a drawing, and every drawing needs a few feelings on mine scribbled down next to it”  

Jughead opened his mouth to ask a question, but shut it quickly, seeming undecided on what to do.

But (Y/N) looked at him expectantly, arching one eyebrow.

“Can I… possibly take a look? Painters and artists like you intrigue me. I can’t understand how you create such masterpieces with just a crayon”

She seemed to consider his words for a moment, before she reached out to hand him the notebook. His finger brushed against hers and (Y/N) fought a strangled gasp from passing her lips, as an electric wave shot through her body.

Jughead took his time to open the notebook and look at her drawings and writing. He admired every single page. She was indeed talented, not only at drawing, but at writing too. Every single word touched his heart. She knew how to leave an impact on the reader, and take them into her mind, make them feel everything she writes and thinks.

Jughead couldn’t help but be impressed.

As his eyes focused on the next page, he felt his chest constrict. There, on the white paper, was his face, drawn with such precision he thought it was an actual picture of him.

At first, he frowned in disbelief.

“Do you draw people often?”

“Only those who attract me” (Y/N) replied with a distant voice, her nose buried into a book this time.

A wide, soft smile warmed his lips and a strange feeling filled his stomach. Jughead didn’t know how to describe it, but again, it was about (Y/N). She was a mystery herself, for that matter.

He closed the notebook slowly, then placed it on the table, in front of her.

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped up and, closing her book, she carefully focused her attention back to Jughead.

“So, you find me attractive, huh?” he smirked smugly at her, leaning in so he could take a better view at her expression.

She stared at him for a moment, before all the blood drained from her face. Her mouth fell open in horror and a ghostly gasp escaped her lips, but actual words refused to come out.

Jughead spluttered with laughter at the sight of her mortified expression.

Even though she gave him a sour face, (Y/N) quietly decided she wanted to hear him laugh like that again.

“I didn’t realise that was you. It was just an image which was stuck into my head all day, so-”

But she stopped herself short, realising what slipped past her lips. She mentally face palmed for being so stupid.

He smiled at her mistake, biting his lip to keep the laugh from erupting again.

(Y/N) decided to look outside once again, secretly wishing Jughead haven’t seen her embarrassed blush.

She frowned at the sight which took over her view. It wasn’t raining anymore. She could finally go home.

Although… she kind of liked Jughead’s company.

With a sigh, she grabbed her stuff and placed it back into her bag, before turning to Jughead. He was watching her with confused eyes.

“Are you leaving already?”

(Y/N) smiled softly at him, before gesturing to the window.

“The rain stopped. I have to go home”

His face fell with disappointment for a second, before a crooked smile lifted the corers of his mouth.

“Well, I’ll see you at school, then?”

Even though it was supposed to be a statement, it came out more like a question.

“Sure” she replied, placing her bag onto her shoulder and waving at the raven haired boy.

Jughead stood there, chewing on his tongue and watching her head for the door, not wanting to be left alone by someone for the first time in his life. Before any rational thought could stop him, he opened his mouth to yell after the girl.

“You know”

She turned around with raised eyebrows.

“This seat is always free, and I’m here every day after school, so…” he trailed off, unsure how to continue his awkward suggestion.

Her expression immediately warmed and she smiled at him brightly, a rosy tint on her cheeks.

“Are you saying I can bother you every night?”

Jughead smiled back, sensing the humour in her voice.


(Y/N) let out a quiet laugh, before turning on her heels and walking out the door.

“You asked for it, Jones. You can’t get rid of me that easily now. Not here, not at school” she said over her shoulder, making Jughead shake his head with a full smile.

A quiet whisper left his lips as he watched her blurry shape walk away through the foggy window.

“I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to”

Best Laid Plans

SPN FanFic

~Dean tries to go all chick-flick on you but fails miserably~

Dean x Reader, Sam

2,464 Words

Warnings: Gratuitous Fluff. Smidge of Smut (Barely)

A/N: This is for @lizmalfoywayland​ who sent me the amazing idea this morning. And for @bringmesomepie56​ in trade for Sammy (we’re even now)

~Feedback is the Crack that keeps the writing coming back!~

“So any big plans for tonight?” Sam asked his brother as they both reached for the coffee pot at the same time.

Dean beat him to it and let out a victorious chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re referring to,” he lied; a mischievous sparkle overtaking his green eyes.

“Good morning!” Y/N appeared in the archway, bouncing into the kitchen and running to Dean. Careful to avoid the hot mug of joe in his hands, she leaned up on her toes to kiss him hello. Dean closed his eyes as her lips distracted him, so much so that he didn’t notice Y/N had stolen his coffee until she pulled back and took a sip.


Y/N cringed. “You forgot the milk.”

“I did not. That was mine,” Dean laughed, watching her float over to the fridge with a smile. She was adorable, even right out of bed, especially right out of bed. Her hair was a mess of tangles and unruly slept-on waves, her eyes were bright but sleepy, and her voice was crackly and low. Also didn’t hurt that she looked hot as hell in his old t-shirt that hung down to her thighs, almost completely covering the tiny sleep shorts she wore.

“I would have thought you’d at least make me coffee this morning, Dean.” Y/N poured a splash of milk into the mug and turned to give Dean a chance to defend himself.

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Devoid Of Color - Smut

Originally posted by multihxe

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 4,170
AN: This was an anon request for a Soulmate AU where you didn’t see colors until you met your soulmate. I hope I did this justice because Soulmate AU’s are my FAVORITE. Love ya’ll, let me know what you think!

Title taken from Halsey’s Colors. The Veselka and Space Billiards are real places in NYC. You’re welcome.

If there was anything you wanted more in life, it was to meet your soulmate. As strange as it sounds, meeting your soulmate was a top priority in everyone’s life, because you needed to meet them in order to see color. The world was just a drab mixture of blacks and greys before that. Your mother had explained it to you once when you were small, that color would wash over your vision slowly, dull and drab, but still there. It was only when you got to know them more that the colors would become brighter, streaks of red and blue and yellow lighting up the world in full HD.

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"Why doesn't he care?" 5.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

[1.0] [2.0] [3.0] [4.0] [5.0] [6.0] [7.0] [8.0] [9.0] [9.5] [10.0] [11.0] [12.0] [13.0] [13.06]Finale

Originally posted by ciutae

Y/N’s p.o.v

After Hobi dropped me off at home and helped me gather a few things, I took a long bath trying to soak away my indescribable pain. Not the pain of my injuries, this pain is something that is so much worse. So much more painful. I can feel the strain on my heartstrings, feeling how one by one are being snapped thinking about how this all came to be, how I ended up losing the only thing I’ve ever learned to love. It wasn’t easy trying to think of way to let all my feelings out to him, after a while of thinking I gave up and decided that I’ll just say what comes to mind when I see him.

It still hurts, every time I click back onto his messages I see how brutal he was with his words. I looked at my phone more than enough times the last few days to see that he didn’t care enough to send me a message, no ‘good morning beautiful’ no 'I miss you baby’ no 'I love you to the moon and back’ and definitely no 'I’m sorry’, you’d think the least he could do after lashing out on me would be a simple apology right? But no, nothing came from him. I guess that’s a sign for me not to forgive him anymore, like how I usually do.

Thinking so much only made me tear up, so I decided that it was time to put his things away. Wheeling suitcases slowly whilst being in a wheelchair ended up a lot harder than I thought, slowly but surely I was able to gather all of Taehyung’s belongings and pack them in the suitcases I had and a few boxes, placing them all neatly by the door. I owned this apartment that we lived in together, so it’s not as if I’m taking away his property, nor was I leaving him with no place to stay. He could always go back to the dorm and stay there since he likes it so much there anyway, wow that was bitter of me huh? But it was true, he had a place to stay, and it’s not as if he wasn’t supposed to stay there to begin with anyway. Staring at his stuff only made my chest tighten. I’ve returned all the hoodies and sweaters that I’ve 'borrowed and accumulated’ over the years, putting them with his other belongings. He’s always told me that it was okay for me to take any pieces of his clothing that I’d desired, and he’d compliment me calling me adorable when I wore his clothes that were obviously too big for me. His clothes where his scent lingered, wearing it made me feel as though I was engulfed in his arms especially when he was away or busy. But it wouldn’t feel right wearing his clothes anymore. How could something that once felt so right suddenly become so wrong? I gave him my everything, but it seems as though it still wasn’t enough. Like it never was and never will be. And for that I couldn’t be more sorry. 

 It was already 8am by the time I’d got done with cleaning things up, in pain I sat there in the living room staring at all the pictures hung up on the the walls. But I couldn’t feel much, everything just seemed


Here is 5.0! I hope you enjoy it! It’s a little short but it’s kind of a build up for what happens next ~

Request for 6.0 ^^

"There's nothing you can do"

It took them a week to notice Virgil was gone. Too long.
The symptoms were subtle at first: a few reckless decisions here, some regrettable behaviour there. Only after Thomas had crossed the street without looking and it had taken Logan hours to calm Patton down from the shock, was it that one of them pointed it out.
They figured Virgil had just gone on strike again and so didn’t worry much about it. They agreed they’d check up on him together and so they did, Roman reluctantly agreeing.

You know nothing of goodness and purity.
It’s your fault.

The first thing they noticed was the writing on the walls. It seemed to move in an unknown pattern, words appearing and disappearing.

Patton cast a worried glance at the others, who were clearly as shocked as he was.

The second thing they noticed was the emptiness of the room. Thomas was currently in his bedroom and thus Virgil’s room should have all the basic furniture as well but it was barren.

Then, they noticed the small, curled up figure on the floor in the corner. The letters on the wall seemed to become longer the closer they were to it, stretching and grasping at it, enveloping it in darkness.


Patton was the first to snap out of his trance. In a moment of sudden realisation he dashed forward, bringing movement into the other sides as well. Logan quickly followed while Roman stayed close behind, motioning Thomas to stay where he was.

I don’t like him.

Virgil looked pitiful. He was curled up on his side, tears streaming from his eyes. He was whimpering, choked sobs escaping his lips. His nails were scratching at the floor and his body shook with both sorrow and unimaginable agony. The shadows that were forming the words on the walls were holding him captive and the more he struggled, the tighter they got.

Is he necessary?
He’s the antagonist.

Patton sunk to his knees. “V-Virgil? Are you-why are-” The side was unable to form a coherent sentence. He was shaking, eyes wide, barely noticing Logan’s hand on his shoulder.
Roman, who had joined them by Virgil’s side, was white as a sheet. “What’s happening to him? Why is he-” He gestured at the writhing side.


Logan was ashen. “He…he’s fading. It happens if a side feels it is unwanted or thinks they do more wrong than good. It’s what happened to others like Prejudice or Hate. I…I didn’t think-”
His sentence was cut off by Virgil screaming.
It was a low scream, full of unending pain.
The words were moving more quickly now.
Patton, who was cradling Virgil in his arms, could feel him go entirely limp.
The darkness was now fully enveloping Virgil and Logan pulled Patton away from him.
Patton was sobbing and trying to escape Logan’s grasp but the logical side held onto him firmly. After a while Patton gave up and leaned onto Logan, burying his face in his chest.

Not one of us.

It took Logan a bit to notice Roman was still close to Virgil. Sighing, he helped Patton sit down and made his way over to the two sides. Roman was bent over Virgil, eyes wide, whispering “I’m sorry oh god I love you I’m so sorry” over and over. Gently, Logan placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder. “There’s nothing you can do, Roman. I’m sorry.”

Roman shook with quiet sobs.
Virgil began fading.
Roman and Logan watched in quiet horror as Virgil began disappearing, piece by piece.
Then, he was gone.

Welcome to the show.

So yeah I tried to draw Marv & Marvae [tbh I still really want to call her Mae lol]

…it…kinda worked?

I don’t really like how I’ve drawn Marvae’s suit, but that’s the first time I’ve drawn something like that so I think I did an okay job. I wanted Marvae’s mask to be the opposite colors of Marv’s for some contrast. And she’s wearing an orange suit because that’s Signe’s favorite color :P

I also thought it’d be cool if Marv could manipulate fire so yeah that fiery Sam happened


anonymous asked:

any nsfw mafia!saeyoung headcanons? maybe with dark themes, maybe not? ;o

~ooooh yep, coming right up ((fun fact: I typed this mofo up twice because no matter how many times this happens to me I never learn or change–I accidentally hit refresh when I was finished and lost the whole damn thing T_T))


  • Many people would think that he is really experienced with women, but he isn’t! 
  • He’s not inexperienced by any means…
  • For a while he went through women like water, but only because he grew bored of them easily
  • All the women that run with the crime syndicate wanted him for the same things. A powerful man to piss of an ex boyfriend, money etc. 
  • He gave up after a while, and any advances from women were then passed onto Yoosung. It gave him something to laugh at when Yoosung eventually became too flustered and shy to ever see it through 
  • His fickle past with women earned him a bit of a bad reputation, especially in the eyes of Jumin, who saw it as a weakness 
  • He does enjoy being rough with you 
  • He gets jealous easily, and can be possessive
  • If he sees you talking to someone like Zen, you’ll end up getting dragged to a backroom and pushed against the wall while his hand slips between your legs and up your thigh 
  • Loves to tease you discreetly in public, pushing a little too close to you or grinding himself against your ass 
  • Often fucks you in random places 
  • Like on V’s desk 
  • Or in a parked car down a dark alley 
  • His favorite place to mark you is your thighs, he loves lifting up the hem of your dress and seeing what he’s done to you 
  • Amazing with his hands! 
  • When he takes his gloves off and slips his fingers inside of you it’s game over. He likes to do it from behind you, your hands up on the wall while he whispers into your ear and bites your neck 
    • “You belong to me, doll…don’t forget it”
Can’t Do It Alone -Theo Raeken-

Pairing: Werewolf!Theo/Addonexus!Reader

Requested by: @poisonxxvy

Rating: NSFW content, mature language, violence.

Prompt: The moment Theo Raeken steps into your line of sight, you could see through him immediately, and that he was up to no good. With a little research and possibly even a little stalking, your suspicions were confirmed about the werewolf. Thank goodness your reaction could possibly offer Theo to reach his goal.

A/N: Thank you @poisonxxvy​ so much for this amazing request. I am in love with where this story could go, and it is going to be a multi-part fic because I want to be able to fit in the whole objective of the reader finding out and then helping Theo. There is no smut in this particular part, but part two there will be, promise. Hope you all enjoy, and if you do, give it a like and follow me for more!

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Concert- Zach

Request: Could I get a Zach imagine where him and his friends are at Coachella and he meets the reader in the crowd? And like cause she can’t see he puts her on his shoulders (because he’s a giant obvs) and other cliché stuff and like they end up as a hookup and like after the summer she transfers to the school and they just kinda *heart eyes* eachother? Smut or no, either way! Kinda weird and long I guess, so you don’t have to :)! Thank you x

I’m not comfortable writing smut so I didn’t include any

Warnings: mention of a hookup?

Originally posted by calypsio

Concert- Zach 

You walked into your new school lugging the backpack full of your new books. The halls seemed to go on forever in winding patterns and you were lost in the sea of people. Following the numbers on the doors and the school map in your hand you stumbled into your supposed Communications class.

“Mrs. Bradley? I’m Y/N, the new student.” You said to the teacher who stood in front of her desk.

“It’s nice to meet you! We’re just continuing our lecture on proper interviewing skills. I’ll give you the notes from last class next week. Go ahead and take a seat anywhere.” She had a soft smile and the laugh lines on her face made you feel more comfortable. The desks were arranged in groups of four so you went to an empty desk in the corner where no one had sat yet. As the students filed in you saw a familiar face. His eyes widened when he saw you and he smiled.

-Flash Back-

You were still overwhelmed by being at your first musical festival, and the fact that you lost your friends in the crowd didn’t help much.  You let the music overtake you and jumped around with the crowd trying to see over everyone else only to realize you were far too short. Trying to see your favorite band you pushed your way through the crowd in attempt to make your way towards the front but you were pushed back. After a while you almost gave up on even actually seeing the concert until you realized the guy a little bit ahead of you was a good six feet tall and pretty muscular, he was attractive as well but you tried to ignore that part.

You tapped his arm getting his attention, “Hey, is there anyway you can give me a boost? I’m way too short for this.”

He laughed and nodded before bending down so he could hoist you onto his shoulders. You were extremely aware of his hands on your thighs as he helped stabilize you making sure you wouldn’t fall before letting go. The view was perfect to say the least. Seeing the crowd and the band on stage was so beautiful and you were completely lost in the moment. That was the moment you realized how amazing the experience was; you had driven three hours just to get to the concert, the venue was beautiful, and you were on the shoulders of an incredibly hot guy. You had official reached your concert goals. After the band finished and another got on stage you climbed off of him and flashed him a smile.

“Thank you so much! I’m heading to get some food. Can I buy you something as a thanks?” You asked practically shouting over the crowd.

“I can’t say no to that.” He said flashing you a beautiful grin before leading the way out of the crowd towards concessions.

“I don’t think I actually got your name, I’m Y/N.” You told him looking up at him.

“I’m Zach.” He told you getting in line with you. After you bought food for the two of you, you settled into the grass sitting side by side.

“So tell me about yourself Zach.” You requested before taking a bite of your food and looking at him expectantly.

“I’m seventeen, a junior, and I play basketball. That pretty much sums me up.” He explained with a soft chuckle before looking at you into your eyes. You couldn’t think of anything to say and instead leaned in meeting your lips to his moving perfectly in sync. His arms wrapped instinctively around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck pulling him even closer. You pulled away resting your forehead on his before opening your eyes with a smile and completely pulling away.

Although the two of you never exchanged numbers, or even last names you never managed to get him off your mind.  He was just a concert hook up you never thought you’d actually see again but there he was, as attractive as ever. Throughout the whole class two of you took turns watching each other, glancing away any time the other looked over. But the minute the bell rang he walked towards you with that familiar grin.

“You know, if you need someone to show you around I am more than willing.” He told you trying to be sly.

“Well I can’t say no that.” You responded smiling up at him.

The more I think about it, the more I think the main thing that ‘went wrong’ with Andromeda is that it plays everything so safe. I still like the game, but that is the one overarching issue that stopped me from enjoying it as much as I wanted to.

This is a new galaxy; they could have done anything, but it all feels so utterly familiar.

The story starts at the wrong point in the time line

The biggest mistake they made, story wise, was making us come into the galaxy at the point that we did. I will never for the life of me understand why they took a game that was going to be about exploration and how ‘we’re the aliens now’ and not let us be the first humans to arrive in Andromeda.

Just start the game at that point. Before the uprising, before the outposts, before the Nexus is half-built. Have us truly be the first humans the Angara meet. Have us struggle to understand each other, and slowly win their trust, only to lose it when the Uprising happens and they see a darker side to humans.

How devastating would it be to have worked to gain their trust, gain Jaal’s trust, and then see it all get swept away by events out of our control?

This way we also get more chances to bond to Alec, as he’ll be around for longer than 2 minutes. Think about establishing those first outposts on Eos with Alec, only to see them fail disastrously with us, the pathfinder team, carrying that guilt with them.

This also means we’ll see the Nexus fail, see Garson murdered (not entirely clear on the timeline for that tbh). And eventually we will have to see characters we know turn against us during the Uprising itself!

And if they have to get rid of the dad, he could die during the Uprising (adding a personal touch to having to deal with the Exiles), or hell, maybe he joins them. 

As it is now, it just feels like we missed a large part of interesting narrative in Andromeda. We’re made pathfinder in 2 seconds and succeed from the word go. There are obstacles to getting the outposts up and running, but no real struggle. Another consequence of setting the story 18 months (I think it’s 18) from when the first people arrived is that it robs us of being the first.

(I’m also not entirely clear on why the Nexus had to be there first, because it can’t function without Outposts, they need a pathfinder to find outposts, but the arc’s had the pathfinders and they were meant to arrive later on? Also, no one on the Hyperion says they arrived too late, but on the Nexus they say they thought everyone was dead, which seems to indicate they were waiting for longer than they thought they had to? I might be missing something here.)

Planets are not inviting to explore

As it stands, it just adds more familiarity into a game that already suffers from taking too few risks.

Everything from the planets to the wild life to who we encounter feels so safe. Storybeats are repeated from the original trilogy, enemies as well. On four of the planets we already see a lot of milky way equipment/ milky way species. And even Kandara Port (though I like the design), which was built by the Angara feels like it wouldn’t be out of place in me2.

All the planets are a bit of a let down when it comes to how not-alien they feel, excepting Havarl and arguably habitat 7, they don’t feel that alien. And the frustrating thing is, this isn’t filmed on location, they’re not constrained by planet Earth; they could have gone all out. 

Besides not feeling alien the planets also feel so… dead. I know there is a bit of an in game reason for this, but 1. they created the reason 2. I don’t think that’s the reason.

Every planet gets one or two pieces of plant life, looking only slightly alien from what we see on earth. The rest is desert, snow desert, almost barren ground. Throw in a lot of rocks. And 4 different animals, all just reskins of that same set from other planets. (Even those acidic lakes are things we can find right here.) And why do we still not have a weather or day/ night cycle? It’s one thing if you just work with smaller hubs, but bragging about your huge maps and then have them be utterly static seems a bit weird.

We also only get one alien city. One, and it’s tiny. At least it feels more like a city than Val Royeaux, but not by much. I do like Aya’s design though. We do see some smaller camps? settlements? of the Angara, but if they were such a presence in the cluster until 80 years back when the Kett arrived, where are the ruins to their civilization? The abandoned cities of the Angara?

The Jardaan certainly piqued my interest, but what do we really see of them? The vaults, that one giant starship, not-Meridian, and Meridian itself, which is one of the few places that was inviting to explore so of course we couldn’t. Did they just not leave any other marks on the planets except those things and the ‘points of interest’ (that are not interesting)?

All we really have to interrupt these huge boring maps, clearly designed to only rush through with your Nomad, is some random fights (the same two variations I think) and ‘points of interest’, except there’s never anything of interest except some remnant to kill and a container? After a while I just gave up checking them out tbh, so please point out any great ones you found.

There are of course a lot of sidequests thrown in, some of them I found pretty fun and a huge improvement on da:i, but they don’t invite you to explore. The planet itself isn’t worth exploring so when doing a sidequest you just rush to the point you have to get. In other games, games that do this concept well, you set your quest and then while going there get distracted by things you find out in the world. Here that happened maybe a few times, and usually it was because I came across a point for another quest and someone hailed me. It was never because I saw something that piqued my interest and I went over there and it had something fun to do.

A lack of new species, and disappointing returning aliens

They never showed a lot of the milky way species and the ones we did see lacked diversity. The just picked one head morph - or two in the case of Turians where the females have different facial structure - and slapped on some paint. I expect more not less from a newer game. The Asari were the most jarring - to the point I avoided Kerri because she has Lexi’s face and it’s just ridiculous. But the Salarians have just as little diversity. Google salarians in mass effect and you’ll see they did so much more with them in the original trilogy. And I have to say, there were too many Turians with white faces,  a few of them important characters as well, I still mix up Kandros and Avitus.

And what do we get in exchange for all the species we don’t see return and the diversity that’s gone? One new species. One. I love the Angara, but I can’t help but be disappointed that we travel to a new galaxy only to discover one new race. Unless we count throw away enemy the collectors .2 the Kett. But really, they only brought back 4 of the original trilogy’s races and still didn’t have enough resources to add some diversity to Andromeda? Really? We just get the Angara…


I would just have scrapped the giant maps, and gone for smaller but denser packed ones, like Havarl and Habitat 7. Add much more plant life and animal life and real diversity in those two, to all the planets. And make them more alien.

Have no more than one desert planet, I vote Elaaden as it was the best desert, and stick more sunken ruins in it that have actual things to discover about the Jardaan. And make that the only planet so huge that you absolutely have to use the Nomad.

Make Kadara much smaller, with much more lakes so it looks more like a deadly lake planet.

If we have to have a snow planet, make it more original than a white reskin of a desert planet. Maybe we have to drive in giant ice caves, maybe we don’t even get to walk on the surface, maybe the Angara have buried themselves underground in ruins of a old Jardaan city.

And this is just sticking to the planets in game, but they should just have scrapped all of them except Havarl and gone much more alien than they have.

I still like the game, I just think there was a lot of potential there they never bothered to explore. All in all it just feels like they played it safe. Maybe that’s a reaction to the backlash after me3′s endings, but I think it’s where they failed the game the most, and for me it leaves the game in ‘if only’ limbo.
You’re Spider-Man

Pairing: peter x reader

Summery: You find out Peter is Spider-Man. Based on this clip [x]

A/N: I AM BACK. Since I saw homecoming a few days ago, I have plenty of new idea’s for my writing. Enjoy! x

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You made your way to your boyfriend’s apartment.  Peter Parker had been your best friend for a long time, but a few weeks ago, feelings developed and the two of you started dating. You couldn’t be more happy, but Peter had been acting weird lately. He disappeared at school, bailed on your study sessions and often had bruises all over his body. You started to get very worried. You had asked Peter what was going on, but he told you it was nothing. You thought he was getting into fights, but you knew Flash didn’t have anything to do with it. It was something else. It was clear Peter wasn’t going to tell you, but you were determined to get something out of him.

You knocked on the door and was greeted by aunt May.

‘Y/N! It’s nice to see you,’ she smiled as she gave you a quick hug after letting you in.

‘You too,’ you replied. ‘Is Peter home?’

‘Yeah, he’s in his room,’ May told you.

You thanked her and went to Peter’s room. You knocked on the door, but it stayed quiet.

‘Peter?’ you asked as you opened the door slowly.

You entered the room, but Peter was nowhere to be seen. Where the hell was he? May said he would be here.

You looked around, trying to find something that would tell you where Peter had gone. After a while you gave up and sat down on his bed. Your eyes fell upon some photographs on his desk. There were pictures of Peter with aunt May and uncle Ben, Peter with his friends and Peter and you. You smiled to yourself, perfectly remembered when that photo was taking. You were on a school trip and you had fallen asleep on the bus with your head on Peter’s shoulder. He looked down at you with such adoration in his eyes, it made your heart burst from happiness.

You figured Peter would come back eventually, so you’d just wait for him. You scrolled through some messages on your phone when you heard the window open, you turned around to face the window and your jaw dropped.

Spider-Man was on the ceiling.

He entered Peter’s room, and quietly closed the window again. He reached for his mask and your heart stopped when he took it off.

It was Peter.

Peter Parker is Spider-Man.

You stared at your boyfriend with an open mouth as he crawled across the ceiling to the door. He shot a web and slowly closing it. When the door had closed he sighed in relief and let himself down. He turned around and froze when he saw you.

‘Oh my god,’ you breathed as you slowly stood up.

‘You- you’re Spider-Man.’

‘No, Y/N,’ Peter started rambling as he pushed on the spider on his suit, causing it to fall off.

‘It’s not what you think! It’s just a suit and-’

‘You were on the ceiling!’ you said a little bit too loud.

Peter’s eyes widened when aunt May shouted from the living room.

‘You guys alright in there?’

‘Uuh, yeah, we’re fine!’ Peter shouted back as he turned to you again.

‘She doesn’t know?’ you hissed with a shocked expression on your face.

‘Nobody knows!’ Peter hissed back, grabbing a grey sweater, which he quickly put on.


‘What are you even doing here?’ Peter asked as he grabbed his suit from the ground.

‘Well, I was going to ask you what was going on, again, but clearly this explains it all!’ you whisper shouted.

‘Hey, guys,’ you heard May approaching.

‘Hide the suit!’ Peter looked terrified.

You quickly grabbed the suit from his hands and stood next to him, hiding it behind your backs.

‘Do you want some tea,’ May opened the door. She gave the two of you a weird look as you stood in the middle of the room.

‘Uuh,’ Peter said.

‘We’re good, thanks!’ you smiled innocently.

May smiled in return and closed the door again.

You turned to Peter and held the suit up.

‘Where did you even get this?’

‘Well, Tony Stark-‘

‘Tony Stark gave this to you?’ you asked in disbelieve. This was all a bit overwhelming. ‘Wait, are you an Avenger?’

Peter was quiet for a moment and then shrugged, ‘yeah, basically.’

Your shocked expression turned into a smiled as you looked at the boy in front of you.

‘My boyfriend is a superhero,’ you slowly said as your smile grew.

Peter looked a bit relieved. ‘So, you’re not mad?’

‘Of course I’m mad!’ you smacked his arm and tried to look serious. When you saw Peter’s adorable puppy eyes, you giggled, ‘But that doesn’t mean it’s not awesome.’

Peter smiled as you pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

‘I’m sorry for not telling you,’ he told you, burying his face in your hair.

‘It’s fine,’ you said. ‘I was just very worried.’

Peter looked down at you, ‘so we’re good?’ he asked.

You smiled and pressed a small kiss on his lips.

‘Yeah, we’re good, Spider-Man.’

Ticking Clocks pt. 1

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

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Chanyeol & Baekhyun scenario/Soulmate AU/Slight angst

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 

Summary: You live in a world where everyone has a soulmate clock that stops ticking the exact moment you meet your soulmate. You are in a happy relationship with Park Chanyeol, and don’t care much about soulmates at all, that is, until you meet his best friend, Byun Baekhyun.

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been ages since I wrote an EXO fic, and so I’m so glad that I’ve finally managed to sit down and write one. I’m a sucker for soulmate AUs and hence this is what I’ve come up with. I hope you enjoy!

Soulmate clocks. Everyone on Earth had one. Your clock started from 00:00:00:00 from the minute you were born. The saying went that the day you met your soulmate for the first time, the clock would stop ticking, showing you exactly how many years, months, days and minutes it had taken you to find the love of your life.

When you were little, the entire concept had intrigued you to no end. You’d run home to take a look at your clock every time you met someone new, but alas, it was still going. After over 20 years, you’d stopped caring. You’d meet and date new people, and not bother about the clock at all. What was the point, you thought, if you never met your soulmate, and just sat around waiting for them to never show up?

And then you met Park Chanyeol. The tall, handsome owner of a goofy smile attracted you the minute you saw him at the bar after a long, tiring day at work. Within 10 minutes, you were deep in conversation, laughing at the littlest crazy thing he said. An hour and couple of drinks later, and you were making out in the backseat of a taxi.

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Jackaboy's Sister - Markiplier x Reader

Request: Could you do a Mark x Reader where the reader is Jacksepticeye’s sister and you and Mark meet at a convention and start to flirt or kiss or something and Jack finds out and goes all over protective but ends in fluff.

A/N: I changed up the request a little, but kept the same general idea. I hope I did it justice!

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1762

Being the sister of the famous Jacksepticeye wasn’t always the most fun or easy thing. It seemed like you barely had any privacy anymore. You were exposed. Whenever Sean wasn’t filming, he was documenting the rest of his life through pictures or short videos, and more often than not you were in them.

You tried to stay out of the limelight as much as possible, especially in the beginning. You’d put your Instagram profile on private, and you denied any requests from his fans adding you on Snapchat. But this just led to his fans complaining that you were anti-social and didn’t care about Sean’s fans. Which was rubbish. You were so happy  about what his fans had done for him. Hell, if it weren’t for them Sean probably never would have met his girlfriend, Signe.

But still, you wanted more. You didn’t want to be just known as the sister of Jacksepticeye. A few times, new friends or even potential relationships of yours had turned out to be fans of his, just trying to get close to Sean. And this was one of the reasons that you were currently single. You weren’t complaining! You’re a strong woman, and you don’t need anyone in your life romantically to make you feel better about yourself.

Sean, of course, no matter how many times you told him it was okay, felt personally responsible for your status as a single woman. And so he had offered multiple times to get you anything or do anything to make you feel better. You’d rebuffed his attempts so many times, until eventually you gave in, and asked for him to take you along to PAX. It had been a while since you left the country, and you’d always wanted to visit the States, so this was the perfect opportunity.

So after a six and a half hour flight, with Sean paying for your ticket, you ended up in Boston. Despite being there for mostly sightseeing, you were also there to support your brother. And after stopping off at the hotel to drop off your bags, you, Sean, and Signe turned up at the venue for the people behind the event to let Sean know how things were going to go down.

After a mini tech rehearsal, you and Signe went backstage to talk to Sean and his friends. And amongst them, was Mark. You’d met him a few times before, and spoken to him many more times. It started off as sending silly memes to each other, but then it evolved into proper conversations. You found out you had a lot in common, and it turned into text messages occurring almost every day. Occasionally the odd Skype call. And it was good to actually see him face to face again.

“How are you doing Y/N?” Mark asked when you and Signe joined the group. You nodded, an indication that you were fine. Sean didn’t know how you and Mark had gotten quite close over the past few months, and you’d decided to keep it that way. Despite Mark being one of Sean’s best friends, Sean was still really protective over you. So you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

The group continued to have a conversation, and you stood there, laughing along with every joke that was being made. And every so often, you and Mark would catch each other’s eyes. You weren’t entirely sure what you had, or where this was going, but you did like it. Whatever it was.

The panel was over. Both Sean’s, and Mark’s. You’d found both of them amusing, and now you were hanging backstage. Signe and Sean had gone out to get food along with the others, and that left just you and Mark. Except you had no clue where he was. You’d been looking around for a while now, trying to find him.

After a while, you gave up, sitting down in a chair and taking a sip of water from a bottle one of the backstage people had given you. You took your phone out, ready to send a text to Mark to find out where he was, but then something caught your eye. It looked like someone was crawling around on the floor. After a few more minutes, you realised it was Mark. You stifled a laugh, what on earth was he doing?

You watched him for a while, highly amused. It looked as if he were reliving a Call of Duty mission or something. And it seemed as if he were talking to himself. You got up from your seat and walked over to where Mark had stopped behind a crate. You could still hear him. You walked around the side of the crate, and Mark instantly turned his head to look at you.

“Just making sure you’re okay over here.” You said with a grin. Mark reciprocated your smile, and you looked down, realising what he was doing. He was doing a livestream. It made sense. You didn’t think Mark was going crazy. At least not yet. Thank goodness he was actually talking to real life people.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” Mark said, tilting his phone up so now you were in the cameras view. You gave a quick wave to the millions of fans that were probably watching him act like a fool. “Can’t you see how fine I am?” He spoke again, lightly chuckling. You shook your head, the grin never fading from your face.

“You know, I can tell. You look very fine.” You said. You almost immediately regretted what you said. What you said was supposed to be a compliment, but it had been a long while since you’d tried to flirt with anyone. And saying that in front of all Mark’s fans probably wasn’t the best idea. You felt very awkward. But Mark didn’t seem fazed by what you’d said. At least, not in a bad way.

“Well you look very fine too, Y/N.” He replied. You were so very grateful that you hadn’t blushed. Why did you feel so weird? Did you actually like Mark? You’d suspected you may have feelings for him a few times. But due to the fact that Mark and Sean were friends, you’d pushed it down. And it had worked pretty well, up until now.

“Okay, well, I’ll be over there if you, uh, need anything.” You muttered, smiling a little before you walked back over to the chair you’d been sitting in. You sat down, putting your head in your hands. “What the hell was that, Y/N?” You asked yourself quietly. Oh look, now it was you who was talking to themselves. You sat like that for a while, until you heard someone call your name. You looked up to see Mark.

“Oh, hey!” You said, standing up. “You, um, finished your livestream then.” That’s it Y/N, state the obvious. That’s sure to ease the awkwardness that you created. Mark chuckled.

“Yeah, I did.” He replied. “And, I just wanted to ask you something.” Was it just you, or did he seem nervous? “Y/N, do you like me?” It took all of your energy to not run away from your embarrassment. You knew you shouldn’t have said anything. You sighed and nodded, closing your eyes and preparing yourself for the inevitable rejection.

Except it never came.

“Thank God.” Mark said, making you open your eyes again. You were confused. “Because after all these months, I thought maybe you did, but also I’m a terrible judge of character and I’m the most oblivious person in the world usually. And I’ve liked you for a long time because you’re so beautiful and smart and funny, but I just didn’t know what to do, y'know? I was scared you’d laugh at me and I-”

You cut him off by kissing him.

After he got over his initial surprise, he started to kiss you back. As your lips moved together, you couldn’t help but smile. You were a lot less confused than you had been a few hours ago. At least now you knew where you stood. It was pretty clear what your relationship with him was now.

“What the fuck?” A new voice exclaimed. You knew exactly who it was. You and Mark pulled away from each other. You didn’t open your eyes. Perhaps if you kept them closed, and wished hard enough, Sean would just go away. Just… keep your eyes squeezed shut, and maybe…

“Mark what the heck are you doing with my sister?”

No such luck.

You opened your eyes to see Sean standing a few feet away from you, Signe standing behind him, as if she were there to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.

“Sean, I-”

“Mark that’s my baby sister!” Sean cut you off “My sister! You can’t just… kiss her! You can’t do that!”

“But Jack, I like her.” Mark said, trying to reason with his friend. “A lot. And I have for a while now.”

“So why keep it a secret, huh?” Sean asked. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was angry or shocked or what. His face wasn’t really conveying anything to you.

“Because we didn’t know how you would react, Sean!” You said. “You’re always going on about how you feel bad that I don’t date anyone, and I was worried if you found out I liked your best friend you would freak! But can’t you just be happy for us?”

Sean paused for a moment, looking away. You saw Signe whisper something in his ear, and he sighed before turning back to you and Mark. He took a few steps forward so he was directly in front of Mark.

“You can be with her. That’s fine. If you make her happy, then it’s all good.” Sean said, sounding eerily calm. “But if you ever hurt my sister. Ever. I will kill you. Understood?

Both your eyes and Mark’s were wide. You’d never seen this side of Sean before. But it was kind of sweet how much he cared. Mark nodded.

“Alright great!” Sean said, a grin suddenly appearing on his face. He started to walk away. “I’ll talk to ya later buddy!” He called over his shoulder. Signe walked up to you quickly.

“I’m glad you finally admitted it. You weren’t exactly subtle. Sean’s just oblivious.” She said with a chuckle. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” She winked before following after Sean.

A few moments of silence.

“So…” Mark said, clearing his throat. You looked at him. “Sean’s kinda overprotective, huh?”

You laughed.

Cait (Platonic) - Well… That’s new. At least the last time she checked, they weren’t there. The reason she had come to see her bed was the fact she really needed sleep and they were hogging her bed. She softly kicks the arms they draped over the edge of the mattress: “Aye!” A very sleepy Sole opens their eyes, “You scoot or get out, I need to sleep.” Sole scrambles to get out of bed, not even aware of Cait’s eyes on them as they do so.

Cait (Romantic) - She smiles to herself, already starting to undress as well. She was tough and she was very well aware of it, but here, in the Sanctuary, where she was safe and had her own living space? Right here, she wanted to curl against Sole’s warm body for the night, every night.

Curie (Platonic) - Curie really just shrugs it off, she still isn’t very aware of the concept of nudity/shame, so she just gets into the bed next to them, cheerfully whispers ‘Goodnight’ and goes to sleep.

Curie (Romantic) - She’s humming a song as she disrobes herself, jolly at the thought of the bed being nicely warm already and good rest awaiting. She shuffles in under their arms, so they envelope her in an embrace. Only then she humms in approval and let’s the sweet oblivion take her.

Danse (Platonic) - The moment he saw them, his whole body took a shade of red. He didn’t know why they were there and why they weren’t wearing anything, but that didn’t matter. He gently shook their bare shoulders blushing further at how warm they were. “Soldier. Soldier, you need to go to your own bed.” They grunted and got up groggily. Danse tried not to stare too much as they scrambled to their bed and he got into his. He tried not to think about how pleasantly warm it was now, or how nicely it smelled.

Danse (Romantic) - He was still a bit shy about them sleeping nude, but didn’t mind it at all. He was sleeping in his briefs, so he undressed down to them and climbed into the bed behind sole. Having such a big body meant he could easily cover their whole body in a big, content bear hug from behind.

Deacon (Platonic) - He very much tried not to laugh, not wanting to wake them up. He observed their naked form wrapped up in the sheets, admiring their features and soft skin only folks who weren’t born in this age could have. Then he claimed their bed for the night, leaving Sole sleep in his.

Deacon (romantic) - He very stealthily lifted up the blanket they were covered in, smiling to himself. He never got tired of looking at their body. The rush of cool air against warmed up skin made them squint their eyes open and gaze at Deacon. “Staring is rude,” they said with a sleep filled voice. Deacon chuckled: “Oh don’t worry, I plan to do more than staring.” In a flash he was also nude and on the bed in them. Teasingly, he ran his cold fingers down their sides, making them giggle, keeping them up for a bit longer.

Hancock (Platonic) - Seeing as they were naked and in his bed, he took it as an invitation. Deciding he’d be crossing the line if he went in nude as well, he kept his briefs and silently got up into the bed to hold them from behind and enjoy the feeling of them in his arms.

Hancock (Romantic) - Same as platonic, except for the fact Hancock goes in nude and Sole knows better than to use a blanket. Hancock is like a human furnace and just his body heat is better than 5 blankets. Also, he dares to let his hands travel s bit, making them hum in their slumber.

MacCready (platonic) - Seeing them in his bed, he’s a bit annoyed; it was a long day and he’d kill for some shut it, but as he moves to go and wake them up, he notices their lack of clothing. MacCready instantly stops dead in his tracks, going red from head to toe. 'Now what do I do?’ he thought, trying to process the best way to deal with the situation. At last, after a few minutes, he gives up and decides to sleep in Sole’s bed, also naked. This s way he can at least call it out on them the next day.

MacCready (Romantic) - One would thought he’d get used to it by now, but he still freezes a bit upon seeing them there. Once again, he thinks about his opinions, deciding the 'what the hell’ way is the best course of action. Quickly he gets out of his clothes and gets under the blanket they’ve covered themselves with, cradling them in his arms.

Nick Valentine (Platonic) - He did send them to sleep in his bed in the first place. There was a lot of paperwork around one case they were working on together and he could see Sole’s eyes were getting droopy, but he didn’t expect them to sleep in Adam’s robe… He watched as they breathed deeply, relaxed and peaceful and then softly stroked their bare shoulder: “Sleep well, doll/kid,” he whispered and went back to those papers.

Nick Valentine (Romantic) - He honestly couldn’t help himself. He really didn’t need sleep, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t sleep. Disrobing himself, he watched them, still baffled how such a lovely little thing with soft skin and beating heart could like about a beat up, old synth such as himself. Not wanting to question his luck any further, he smiled and wrapped his arms around the warm body, breathing in their scent.

Piper (Platonic) - “Blue!” She almost shrieked. Sole got up with a jerk, almost reaching for their home, how startled they were. Puppet covered her eyes and Sole could see she was add red as a tato. “Oh, uh, sorry, Piper, I-” they noticed their lack of clothing and hastily picked up their clothes, that were lying inches from the bed. They put them over sensitive areas, “Sorry, I must have got into the wrong bed.” Piper noticed the purple bruise on their forehead and couldn’t be mad. She was still blushing and embarrassed, though.

Piper (Romantic) - “Umm. Are you naked? Blue?” Piper asked softly, stroking their shoulder. By their grunt and the clothing scattered next to her bed, she took it as a yes. She wasn’t used to it yet, even though she probably should. Red faced, she clumsily got out of her clothing, leaving herself in only her panties. Gingerly, she lied down next to them. They sleepily covered her with a blanket and proceeded to wrap their warm arm around her waist, making her relax.

Preston (Platonic) - “Um… General?” Preston muttered, his face hotter than it would have been had he been standing in the sun who day. They didn’t answer and Preston knew they wouldn’t wake up. They were exhausted, Preston could tell. They have spend the whole day on foot, after all. Preston saw them turn it their sleep, the blanket slipping further down their body. Preston could not tear his gaze away from them,but he had to. He forced himself to not think if the appealing feautires of his general’s body and go catch some shut eye anywhere else.

Preston (Romantic) - Usually, he’d already be in bed waiting for them. Preston had to admit, it was very comfortable sleeping like that, warming one another at night, the bare skin sliding softly against bare skin. They might be shooting raiders, mutated beasts, or gigantic bugs all day, but at night, they felt as harmless as a child in his arms. Preston loved such nights.

X6-88 (Platonic) - He simply looked at them and scoffed in annoyance. It wasn’t the bed that bothered him, it was the fact that should trouble arise, they’d be running around nude, trying to take down enemies. In best case, the enemies would laugh and give them a window to attack, but beasts like super mutants or deathclaws didn’t really care.

X6-88 (Romantic) - He kept a watch out for potential foes, but couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the calmly breathing Sole curled up in the sheets. After a while, he gave in to his tempting and took a seat on the bed they were sleeping in. Slowly, he caressed their shoulder, encouraged by the quiet hum of approval he got from them.