YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01
So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;
1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.
2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.
3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.
There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.
*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops
Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3
beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO
setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami)
and they have OC kids.
A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged.
out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t
quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the
last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been
nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get
your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating
whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every
don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and
glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before
your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in
the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again,
although you didn’t exactly tell her that.
too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee
before looking you over one more time.
really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”
kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess
I need to go beg Don for my job back.”
For @gramanderprompts, who had a bad day and needed some fluff. I present to you this. Hopefully it brightens your day (night? morning? I feel like no one lives in my timezone, lmao) - sorry I couldn’t get it to you sooner!
It’s after a long, arduous
night of labor with one of the mooncalves that Newt finally gets to crawl into
his little makeshift bed in his shack. He wants for nothing more than the climb
the ladder and join his partner in their plush king sized bed – to be wrapped
in the strength of Graves’ arms and actually rest for a moment. But he knows
that in a few short hours, the artificial sun in his case will rise and the day
will begin anew for his creatures. For some of them, that would mean feeding
and being attended to.
So he can’t go up to
the bed he so desperately pines for. His little cot will have to do; just
comfortable enough that he’d be able to nap and just uncomfortable enough that he wouldn’t sleep for too long. He is too
tall for the cot to be comfortable enough to sleep in for more than two hours.
Exhausted as he is, though, he falls onto the thin mattress and fades away
He doesn’t wake when the
seams of the case above him open. Doesn’t stir when long, elegant legs come
climbing gracefully down the latter. Doesn’t see the fond look on his partner’s
face when Graves comes to stand over his bedside and gently tuck back a lank,
grimy curl from Newt’s brow.
He’s dead to the
world as Percival gently loops his arms underneath Newt’s back and knees. Doesn’t
so much as blink when his body is lifted easily from the cot and hefted into
two strong arms. He does, however, curl into that familiar warmth – his nose
tucked into freshly shaven skin and the heady scent of aftershave. His hands
find the suspender straps that arch over Graves’ shoulders and latch onto them.
Gently, he carries
Newt out of the case and to their bed. He tucks him in with a tenderness that
only Dougal gets to witness; Graves unaware that the invisible little creature
had followed him out of the case – eyes large and unblinking.
He waits on the edge
of the bed until he is sure the young man will not wake before leaving him and
venturing back down into the depths of the case. Not all of the creatures trust
him as they do Newt, but they trust Dougal
who follows Graves everywhere. Invisible to the human eye, of course, but the
creatures know he’s there. He calms them whenever Graves’ approaches wrong –
accidentally, of course, the man doesn’t intend to frighten anything. But he’s
too sure footed, too imposing. Too used to having to convey confidence as a
leader to know that in the case, he appears more a predator than a caretaker.
But the food goes a
long way in removing that obstacle. He feeds the creatures according to the
chart on Newt’s wall – only stopping for
a moment to blink warily at the scrawled “werewolf” on one section of the chart
– and doesn’t rest until every duty Newt would attend to in the morning is
complete. And once he’s done, he makes sure that Newt’s new mooncalf is doing
well on its first day in the world before returning to his lover in their bed.
He’s halfway through
unbuttoning his shirt, his suspenders hanging loose around his hips, when
finally Newt stirs in their bed – eyes slightly swollen from exhaustion.
blinks, pouting cutely, confused from waking somewhere different from where he
had laid down to sleep.
“It is…” Graves
pauses for a moment to look at his watch, “Half past ten in the morning. Yes, I
moved you up here. No, I did not let your creatures starve. Yes, your mooncalf
is doing extraordinarily well. No, the Niffler did not get out. No, I won’t
apologize for spiriting you away from your case before you ran yourself into
the dirt and passed out in the Nundu’s territory or something equally
horrifying. Yes, I know the Nundu are
just misunderstood. Yes, I fed them too. And no, you are not allowed to go back
into your case yet,” he says, rapid fire, interrupting Newt every time the man
tried to open his mouth to question him.
“Well that’s terribly
rude,” Newt pouts, arms crossed in the bed.
“Which part? Stealing
you and putting you to bed or interrupting you?”
“Do I have to choose?”
Graves laughs, a
harsh and barking thing that Newt loves because he knows how rare it is.
“I suppose that’s
fair,” Graves says mirthfully as he finally slides his shirt free from his
shoulders, drawing Newt’s attention. The man is sweaty from work, his forearms
down dirty from the enclosures and his cheeks smudged with dust and grime that
makes Newt’s gut clench because it should be illegal for a man to stand dirty
in the bedroom in nothing but pants and dangling suspenders. He has a faint
sunburn on his nose and the tips of his ears, too pale from desk work and night
raids. Newt shivers with want.
But he also never
wants to leave the comfort of his bed again and he’s mostly sure that Graves had
charmed the mattress somehow to make it extra fluffy – just to entice Newt to
stay a little longer.
He shimmies a little
deeper into the covers and watches as Graves sits on the bench at the end of
their bed and goes about removing first his shoes, then his socks and garters.
Newt whines, earning him a wry and knowing smirk over Graves’ shoulder.
“No,” Graves says,
his voice an amused but firm purr in his chest.
“Rude,” Newt says, a
twinkle in his eye.
“How about this,”
Graves says as he stands, coming around the bed to stand at Newt’s bedside. He
chuckles when the Magizoologist simply winds his fingers into his belt loops
and tries to pull him into the bed. It doesn’t work. “I’m going to take a nice,
long soak. If you’re still in this bed and actually
resting when I come back, I’ll let you do whatever you want.”
asks, eyes wide.
Graves takes his now
slack fingers from his belt loops and brings them to his mouth, kissing their
tips at first before taking the last finger into his mouth and sucking it, just
Graves’ gaze becomes a hot, hungry thing above him - and not the least bit apologetic.
“How else am I supposed to get you to rest a little longer?” Graves asks. “I’m filthy, any how. I’ll be just a moment. What’s another ten or twenty minutes in bed, hmm?”
Newt watches Graves
disappear into the bathroom. He listens to the gentle thrum of water filling
the tub. His eyelids droop even as he fantasizes about how he’s going to turn
the director into a puddle of overwhelmed goo beneath him when he’s out from
his bath. His fingers go slack even as Dougal gently disappears from the room
and returns to the case, satisfied that Newt’s new mate can well and truly take
care of their kind, bumbling Magizoologist. He lets go of his invisibility in
the hall, confident neither man will ever know he got out.
It’s only then that
Dougal spots Graves through the doorway to the library and not in the bathroom
at all. The little creature freezes, pinned beneath the weight of the man’s
stare from overtop the paperwork he has in his lap – clad in a bathrobe and
dark rimmed glasses. With a wink and a slender finger at his lips, he goes back
to his paperwork and lets Newt sleep.
Summary: The music industry wasn’t all roses and rainbows. Y/N had learned from the start that if she was going to excel, she had no time for fuckboys and distractions. She was here to make a name for herself and her band… but sometimes, frontmen with bright blue eyes and cocky smirks were a little too hard to resists. When Y/N bumps into Andy backstage, she learns that the hard way.
Warnings: Just your basic smut warning.
please like/reblog if you read! requests are currently open!
(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ some male!mc for your reading pleasure! i love these :D i’ll be doing nonbinary ones next. please send me some headcanons of your own and i will fill them asap. nsfw accepted!!!! - Mod 606
Cherishes his MC more than anything (save for Elizabeth III) he would LITERALLY! Do anything for you!!!!
Loves that you’re not that much shorter than him so that it’s more comfortable when he wants to rest his cheek on top of your head
Tells you that you’re lovely and the most handsome man in the world!!!!!
Definitely 100% a top but is always super loving and a total giver.
Loves giving head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not a lot of PDA but will definitely put his claim on you if he can tell someone else is interested
Makes you go out in his clothes that still smell like him when you’re hanging out with Zen ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Wears your socks when he goes on business trips he can’t take you on
Jumin Han is gay
ALWAYS wants you to hold him.
You in public? Hold him. You in bed? Hold him! At church? Hold him.
Seriously. He will cling to you like a koala.
Yoosung is an average height and he 100% envies your long legs because they just “Go on for days, honey. Hnnnng.”
He loves burying his head in your chest and having your arms around him
He’ll want to wear your clothes more than he wants to wear his own. If you buy a new sweatshirt, chances are he’ll steal it as soon as you’ve worn it once.
Introduces you as the best boyfriend in the world to every single person you meet.
Loves it when you manhandle him
When he talks about you in interviews he says you’re the only man who’s looks can rival his own.
Versatile in bed!!!! You both get competitive when it comes to getting each other off.
Boyfriends 100% always holding hands
PDA off the charts. If anyone even looks at you for too long he’s making you wrap your arms around him from behind and calling you his “sweetheart” and his “man”
When you give him soft kisses it sets his heart off racing!!!
Again, versatile in bed. Neither of you feel the need to fight for dominance.
He loves cross dressing and loves when you play along.
Lots of snuggling. He always wants you in his lap if he’s working on something that isn’t classified.
You both have quite the hoodie collection.
You convince him that eating healthier meals is for the best, he agrees as long as you’ll eat with him
Sends you “I love my boyfriend” memes
Aggressively protective over you even though you’re the same height
Demands piggy back rides when he’s too lazy to walk any longer
If MC thought Jaehee fangirls over Zen, you have a storm coming when it comes to you as her boyfriend.
She’s low-key possessive, probably doesn’t even realize she’s doing it tbh!!!
If there’s anyone watching you while you two are out on a coffee date together she’ll scoot closer to you, or move her chair next to yours and not mention it.
She loves loves loves to hold your hand and wearing your jackets. It makes her swoon when you offer your scarf to her.
Will always appreciate it when you hold open doors for her!!!
Fiercely awkward no matter how long you’re together but always open about how she feels about you.
She picks out matching pajamas for you two every holiday.
Request: Can I get a namjoon scenario where
you’re an American music artist on a show kind of like jimmy fallon, and the
host asks you who your celebrity crush is and you say it’s namjoon. The people
are like “who dat” and then the reader explains (maybe gets asked to
dance to a song and they do so?). Then somehow the boys see it and show it to
nams ^~^ sorry if this was too much
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: I had a great help from @sunwasrising when
adding the last bit, hope it’s okay! I didn’t know if you wanted a fake text,
or a short story. So, I did this lol, and if you had a stage name? I have NOT
edited or corrected the story, because I am a little busy and I’m hoping, there
aren’t too many errors.
Y/S/N = Your stage name
Rock-records = Music company (I maybe, have
watched big time rush)
“Welcome to Y/S/N!!” A female confidential voice, were
searching your name. As the big blue boarders revealed your dressed-up frame,
giving the audience your latest song. The crowd cheering and clapping at your
entrance, as the speakers boomed with your angelic voice. After a few minutes
of performing, a short-haired blonde approached you with open arms as her smile were
pulling your lip muscles.
“Welcome to the Ellen show! Thank you for
coming!” She spoke,
guiding you to the white chair. Her contagious smile, made your cheeks hurt.
I couldn’t possibly resist writing something for the @txf-fic-chicks Post-Ep/Missing Scenes Challenge. ;) So here is a small collection of drabbles from End Game.
“He’s going to make it.”
He crashes twice more before they finally get him anywhere close to stabilized. Hypothermia and the retrovirus have mounted a two-front attack; staying ahead of both threats is nearly impossible.
Every time the other doctor wants to throw in the towel, she is right there to push back, to demand another intervention. He’s well within his rights to file a complaint about her when all is said and done, but she couldn’t care less. She will never stop fighting for Mulder.
“We’ve got a stable sinus rhythm,” a nurse says at last.
Blowing out a weary breath, Scully nods.
“He’s going to make it” becomes a mantra, or maybe a prayer. Probably both.
Blood thinners and antiviral medications can only help so much; he needs at least one complete transfusion, possibly several. She wouldn’t hesitate to open her own veins for him if only their blood types matched.
(He’s O-negative. If their circumstances were reversed, he could donate to her, but she can’t return the favor. It doesn’t seem fair.)
She watches the drip of the IV bag, listens to the steady wheeze and flow of the respirator. She can’t remember how long it’s been since she last slept.
“I really didn’t think he would make it,” the doctor says, and Scully bites her tongue.
He flips through Mulder’s chart and shakes his head. “We got the cell cultures back on his bloodwork. The lab could not identify the viral agent your partner was exposed to. Its structure and function are unlike anything we have ever seen.”
She’s too tired to say, “I told you so,” and simply nods.
“When he does eventually wake up, he’ll have you to thank for it.” He addresses the clipboard, doesn’t meet her eyes. “He would absolutely have died if not for you.”
“I hear he’s going to make it after all,” Skinner says when he calls.
“Yes, sir. He’s responding well to the course of treatment, and he should be breathing on his own again within a day or so.”
“That’s good to hear. He’s got plenty to answer for.”
Scully has no difficulty imagining the scowl undoubtedly on his face right now. She also knows that despite his gruffness, their boss is just as glad as she is that Mulder’s going to be okay.
“Sir, as soon as he’s in any condition to provide those answers, I’ll be first in line.”
He’s still not out of the woods, so to speak, but the day they take him off artificial ventilation, Scully breathes a sigh of relief; he’s made it.
She hasn’t slept more than a couple hours at a time since she got to Alaska, power naps on the doctors’ lounge sofa. After half a day of steady vitals, she’s finally willing to leave Mulder’s side long enough to sleep for real.
“Come wake me if there are any changes to his condition, especially if he regains consciousness.” She repeats the instruction to three different staff members, just to be sure.
Hey ! I've Mercury in 7th house... What does that mean ?
Mercury in the 7th indicates that the individual loves to communicate with people, they are so comfortable in the company of others because they view it as great opportunities for releasing their thoughts and their wits; in social environments, it is likely that they are ones to initiate conversations and they keep the discussions alive too. They are skilled conversationalists and they understand those around them, being able to relate on some levels, they’re probably those people who say “same” in response to others and then they go on long tangents. They are not quiet people (unless other things in the chart suggest otherwise) - they relish speaking in the spotlight, they love sharing their mind with large company. On the downside I think these natives may often take up too much time talking that they ultimately don’t give their peers much time to add their own inputs too. They could make people feel ignored. But it’s simply because they are charming in the way that they speak and communicate, and they simply do not want to take the back seat and miss out on chances to unleash their sparkling commentary for others to adore and appreciate.
Also, these individuals probably attract people with Gemini/Virgo influence, or people who are very intelligent and smart, people who are clever with language and are educated. In some cases, they’ll probably attract people who are cunning and unable to tap into their emotional sides oftentimes.
I found a baby mothman and I think it imprinted on me? It keeps following me around. How should I care for it?
A baby mothman? So it’s still a caterpillar-boy then. Identify where on this chart it seems to match the most:
As general advice, make sure you have a lot of leaves, fresh only. They won’t eat dry leaves. A few tons should do it. Make sure it has ample space and keep it at a good temperature. If you live in a temperate area where it’s not too hot or cold it should be fine outside, as long as you bring it in at night. When it pupates, be sure to bring the chrysalis somewhere safe. It should take about seven years for the metamorphosis to complete, and out will emerge a fully grown mothman.
What is it about Lito & Sun in particular that you love so much over the other sensates in the cluster???
Good question… I never thought about putting much thought into but here we go…
Particularly, I love Lito because I feel like I strongly relate to his character in many ways. To start off, I’m gay. I spent most of my life denying it to my family and now I honestly don’t care who asks or who it concerns because it shouldn’t concern anyone but myself. There are people who will always tell you this and that about how you should live your life and you may lose some along the way [referencing to when Lito’s agency dropped him because of his sexuality]. I also love his character because of the way he’s portrayed. Even though he is a grown man, he’s still very vulnerable and he showcases his feelings without shame. Something that I tend to do myself. Aside from that, I can also be a bit of a drama queen for absolutely the tiniest thing. But leaving me aside, Lito’s character is full of relatable things that people can apply to themselves when they’re struggling to be who they are and don’t know what to do. It’s a beautiful message that the writers know how to send across. Like the fact that family doesn’t necessarily mean blood. He’s accepted by his mother but Hernando and Daniela are always at his side. There are people who you will come across with in life that will show you what family really means. It’s more than blood relation. Family means support, trust, unconditional love, etc. and that’s something he has from his little family. Let’s not forget. Miguel himself is just charming as a person so what’s not to love? And his accent? Forget it!
As for Sun, she’s very much the opposite of Lito. She’s a hard shell on the outside and she tends to hide her emotions quite well. We all know though that like min-jung said to her, she has a heart as soft as a baby bird. She does what she has to do to save herself and be there for herself because she’s really all she’s got and that’s important to acknowledge as well. We go through our lives thinking that we are gonna need someone along the road to help us, when in reality, we have to get that motivation from ourselves first if we want to move forward and not count on anyone unless they bring you good energy and motivation. Always keep the good people. I admire Sun because she made a huge mistake that got her into jail but now she’s saving herself and standing up for what she believes should be right. I love the way she fights, I love her unchanging poker face. Doona Bae is honestly a blessing and I want a spin-off show for Sun.
As you can see, these characters are both on a compare and contrast chart but they come together because of their emotions and how they’ve managed to get through life taking baby steps and it’s taken them to a point where they should be nothing more but proud of themselves.
Honestly this was really long and I think half of what I said doesn’t even make sense. I’m running on like an hour of sleep so I apologize. I think I analyzed myself too much through the characters and it got a bit deep. But to be honest, I think mostly it’s because i’m an emotional person and out of the entire cluster they’re the one’s that are the most vulnerable.
I also love it when they’re together I have the time of my life lol
Most other eight year olds might be envious that he can watch TV all day and not have to go to school, but he despises every minute of it. He hates being too weak to walk around or do much anything but lay in this hospital bed all day, wondering how an innocent doctor’s visit for pneumonia spiraled into this – progressively becoming a permanent fixture of this hospital. He’s beginning to worry he might never get to go home. Not clean, that is.
Dr. Winchester’s confident Castiel’s on the road to recovery, but then why is he still sick? It’s been two weeks since his surgery, six since he started chemo, so why isn’t he showing any signs of improvement? Why aren’t his cell counts improving? Why can’t he ever take deeper breaths than the shallow ones he’s limited to now? The doctors may be optimistic, but Castiel’s not. How can you be when your body’s trying to kill itself?
“Stop glaring at your Jell-O and eat it already or I will,” Gabriel teases next to him.
Castiel glares at him. “Then eat it. I’m not hungry.”
Gabriel rolls his eyes. “You have to eat, Cassie. You’ve barely touched your dinner and breakfast.”
“It all taste like metal. It’s disgusting,” he wheezes, sparing enough energy to push away his tray of untouched food for emphasis.
Gabriel sighs. “I’m gonna have to tell Mary you’ve been making me lie for you if you don’t at least try.”
Castiel’s eyes widen. “Gabriel, please don’t. They’ll stick a tube in me or something.”
His brother leans over to push his food tray closer. “Then eat. I’m serious, Castiel. I’ll tell them.”
“Tell who what?” A feminine voice asks, making both Castiel and Gabriel jump. The friendly face that Castiel’s come to know too well approaches him, flipping through his chart and writing down his vitals from the ever beeping monitor beside him.
Spock’s quarters are covered in glow-in-the-dark star stickers. They were originally put up as some long-forgotten prank, but by the end of the 5-year mission Spock can’t sleep without looking at the stars. After a few weeks he arranged them into the positions of the stars as seen from Vulcan, completely accurate down to the very last one. He can name all the constellations and spent a great many nights teaching Kirk the Vulcan constellations. He can even point out which star is Earth’s sun. Every night he falls asleep looking up at familiar cosmos that make him feel completely at home, that guide him into his dreams on their soft light and good memories. The only real downside he can see is that as a result of the stickers, looking at the stars for too long can make him sleepy. He has subsequently been found on numerous occasions asleep at his station while in the midst of mapping out new star charts and has even fallen asleep as a direct result of looking out the view screen for an extended period of time. The Captain doesn’t mind, though, and keeps a blanket near his chair at all times for just such an emergency.
A/N: whilst I recognise y’all like Sirius more, I do also have to answer requests so i hope you still like this :) Send me messages- I reply, send me questions- i’ll write a mini essay in answer but most importantly: REQUESTS!xx
“Watch it.” The Gryffindor grumbled when you accidentally bumped into him.
“Maybe you should watch where you’re going.” You retorted. It had been a long full moon the night before, that’s the only reason you were up late for breakfast, and you had no patience for Remus Lupin’s existence.
You walked into the Great Hall and walked to the Hufflepuff table, sitting down at a plate filled by your good friend, Chali.
“Hey, you ok?” she whispered, careful not to speak too loudly.
“Yeh, I’m fine,” you paused for a moment deciding whether to tell her what you saw, “I uh- I saw a few animals running through the forest at one point. A dog and deer running together, it was weird.”
“Huh, that is strange.” She agreed thoughtfully.
You ate your small breakfast slowly, careful not to upset your stomach after a long night (you’d made that mistake before). “Ok, I’ll see you at lunch.” You said to Chali, making your way out of the Great Hall, down to the potions dungeon with your friend Hele.
“Gryffindors?” your friend exclaimed under her breath as you reached the corridor.
You just shrugged half-heartedly, much too tired to think of a theory. You walked into the classroom, about to take your regular seat when you saw a seating chart drawn out upon the chalkboard.
“Oh for fucks sake.” You muttered, seeing that you were sat next to Remus Lupin for potions for at least 2 weeks. You pulled the stool out, sat down on it and got your notes and quill out- all without even looking at Lupin.
30 minutes into the practical and you and Remus still hadn’t spoken to each other. Both of you had just cast furtive glances at your friends who had sent you reassuring ones back.
“Oh balls.” You yelped, a venomous leech had just attached itself to your arm.
“Ah, tough luck Miss Y/L/N. I’m afraid I must send you to the infirmary. Mr Lupin you will take her, as her desk mate.”
Both of you were quick to argue that you were capable of walking up yourself.
“I’m afraid I can’t take any risks Mr Lupin, Miss Y/L/N. Now, off you go.”
You grumpily walked out of the classroom, Remus trailing behind you.
You were watching the leech, making sure it wasn’t doing anything untoward when you felt eyes staring at your arm, “can I help you?”
“I was jus- your scar, I was-”
You quickly rolled your sleeve further down your arm and sped up walking.
It was a scar from a particularly bad full moon 2 years ago. To be fair your body was covered in scars where your wolf-self had scratched your body over and over during the transition.