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ficforthought · 4 years ago

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On being SO DONE with M*sha, a rant a decade in the making!

After giving this some thought I'm going to go ahead and give my opinion on Misha and yesterday’s situation in public for the first time ever. I was going to just post on Twitter but since this has been 12 years in the making I have exceeded the number of tweets I can put in one thread! There’s A LOT in here, so my summary is also long. I'm aware that I will lose followers over this, I'm not looking to offend anyone but it will inevitably happen. I wish anyone leaving all the best as fellow human beings.

TL;DR - having kept quiet for so long I’ve finally reached my limit and it’s all come bubbling out. I’ve never been a fan of Misha, I’ve been ambivalent for the most part, but have never criticised him in any hateful way, that's not who I am, but after all these years of putting up with his bullshit, attention seeking and troublemaking I am DONE. Deleting his tweet containing the word Wincest and replacing it with an APOLOGY just to pander to his Minions and save face is the straw that broke the camel's back. He has consistently pushed his ship on not only fans but on other actors (despite Jensen's discomfort, and him having repeatedly made his feelings known on it), he has stood by while his Minions/Hellers have harassed, victimised, doxxed and sent death threats to people based on their FICTIONAL ships. He has pandered to their gatekeeping, constantly demanded attention in obvious and not so obvious ways, and to the best of my knowledge never criticised their actions even though he's aware of it in a very real way. Some of his Minions have now taken their shit into The Boys fandom and created negativity for Jensen before the guy has even got a foot through the set door, and how is that supporting one half of your ship?

Misha has claimed to be a victim of targeted harassment from Wincest/brother fans (not only shippers) yet his fans have said and done the most despicable things on his watch, all in the name of what he must think is entertainment, or even his idea of a ‘joke’.

Any respect I had for the man based on his humanitarian work has gone because I can only take so much hypocrisy. He and his pandering because of a desperate attempt to be woke and wholly inclusive (which is actually impossible, no matter how good intentions are) are beyond pathetic. Whilst I have never seen why people think he’s so great I have friends IRL and online who genuinely adore the man, yet they have been shocked and upset by his contempt for half of the fandom that made him somewhat famous. It's disgusting and I'm not scrolling by any more. Misha, I hope to never see you on anything J2 related in future because none of us need that kind of negativity, *especially* not J2. Be gone, foul fiend!

OK, so to the too long part. Please be aware that these are my opinions as a fan of the show, of Sam and Dean, and J2, not only as a shipper. I can separate canon and fanon, and can view canon from a gen or shippy PoV. Whether you agree or disagree with my opinion let me be clear that I do not condone constant bashing and hate of a person or character so this isn’t the start of a regular thing for me. It's possible to have an opinion and not show the same vitriol that has been following this man around for years, and that’s what I’m doing. I've not posted this to prompt more negativity, it's simply to get it off my chest and make it clear how I feel. I stand by my philosophy of ship who you want to ship, enjoy it, but don't force it on other people and don't be a dick about it…hmm, that kinda sounds like familiar behaviour, though, does it not?!

I have ABSOLUTELY NO ISSUE with other people liking Misha, Cas or Destiel when it’s for the love of the characters and the ship. What I *do* have an issue with is people who are the true definition of a Heller. I don’t see that as a generic term, don't be ignorant and think I do because I know the difference between actual ship fans and the crazies, both ships have ‘em and I want no part of either of their venom. If you are reading this and class yourself as a Heller then you are part of the problem so run along and as you are all so fond of saying, 'get help' and take your bestie king with you.

I’m stating my opinion in what I feel is the most mature way I can, because unlike many people on SM, I am an adult and can act accordingly, with forethought and without resorting to temper tantrums and bullying of other people to get my point across. I am able to tell the difference between reality and fiction, I don't tar everyone with the same shipper brush and I don't expect everyone to agree with my opinion, but as we know opinions are like arseholes, we all have them and sometimes they stink. Unlike some, for the most part in life (online and offline) I *do* stand by what I say and don’t backtrack or delete things to appease the masses. I have spent a lot of time writing this out to be as clear as possible without being intentionally hateful. Bear with me jumping between actor and character where relevant, at this point they're conjoined. I will say this before I go any further, it doesn’t end well for Misha, I don’t mince my words and if you don’t like seeing facts and opinions laid out, this isn't the post for you.

I’ll say right off the bat what most of you have surmised - I’ve never held Misha (or Cas) in high esteem but I have never *hated* on him. I have shared mild criticism of his actions and opinions on Cas over the years but never, I feel, in any way that has made me feel I have something to apologise for. I have said several times I've been unhappy about Misha crashing con panels, taking attention away from J2 when at those cons *most* people paid their hard earned money to see the STARS of the show they love, first and foremost, and anyone else is a very nice bonus. The odd appearance here and there crashing a panel is fine (and Misha isn’t the first or last person to do it), maybe take up a few minutes then leave, but when someone commandeers an entire panel, that's just not on. It's not only selfish, rude and attention seeking but also disrespectful to other actors, fans and to the organisers who work hard to make sure everything ties in to give us the best con experience we can have. Everyone gets their turn on stage, there's no need to try and hog any more of the limelight, Veruca Salt style. Oh, and if you’re reading this and not getting that reference, (a) you shouldn’t be on my blog because you’re far too young, (b) look it up, and if you still don’t get what I’m saying… well then please refer to point (a). Thank you, kindly!

There was a time in Kripke's era where Cas was - I feel - intentionally used as a pawn by the writers to divert *canon* from the ‘questionable’ relationship between Sam and Dean, i.e. Wincest focus. Prior to that people (other fans) lightened up and just accepted the fact that Wincest had been there since day one in terms of the writing of the show and the fandom. All the cast and crew knew - J2, Kripke and JDM in particular - and made light of it, never judging, never shaming and often encouraging it because they understand it’s a fun part of fandom. Wincest was present enough to be part of the not so subtle subtext, as I said people just accepted it. Kink tomato was alive and well, so was ‘don’t like, don’t read’ and we all just scrolled over things we didn’t like without turning everything into a personal vendetta and excuse for bullying others who didn’t share our views. When the angels came into the plot I think most of us Wincest fans gave the Dean/Cas innuendos the small laugh they deserved and then turned back to the focus of the show which was the brothers, as it had always been intended. Misha, however, milked those moments as much as possible which was amusing at the start but got old *very* quickly, not just for fans (shippers and non shippers alike), but for other actors, in particular Jensen who is on record MULTIPLE times showing his dislike for Destiel. He told people outright that's not how he was playing the relationship between the two characters and CATEGORICALLY said "Destiel doesn't exist" but did it end there? No, it did not because neither fans or Misha let it go, in fact Misha only pushed more, goaded fans into flogging the same dead horse as much as possible. He’s never stopped, not even when there was so much discord in the fandom, a huge wedge was driven into it because of ships, which IMO he heavily contributed to.

Fast forward to over a decade later (a decade, seriously man, let it fucking go!) he didn’t even stop when Destiel did partially go canon. I have never doubted that Cas loved Dean (Sam, too) because in SPN lore angels are made to love, even rebellious ones. I, along with many others, liked that about Cas because who doesn't love a rebel, especially one rebelling for very good reasons, and because of those two wonderful men? Sam and Dean allowed him to see beyond what he'd been brainwashed to believe his entire existence. The fact is that although the nature of that love changed for Cas, it never did for Dean and was CANONICALLY UNREQUITED because Dean was incapable of loving anyone else as much as he loved Sam. All that mattered to Dean, even when he saw other characters as "family" was still Sam…ALWAYS Sam, every step of the way. Again for those who have too much Misha shaped wax in their ears, that’s canon. Whether people choose to see that love platonically or romantically is up to them, soulmates don't always have to be romantic, either way, brotherly love won out above all else on the show. No amount of Misha screaming ‘hey look, Destiel!’ changed that, but it sure didn’t stop him trying, did it?

So now that the obvious has been stated, here's something else we all know - never once in all of the years on the show did Misha drop rallying of the troops to his precious, ego stroking ship. Never once (that I am aware of) has he called out his Minions and Hellers on their continued harassment of everyone involved in the show and other fans despite the fact that they have bullied, victimised and wished bodily harm, rape and death on people who don't see their ship and because didn't get the ending to the story that they wanted. Not once has Misha shown any remorse for the trauma his "fans" have caused, and I’m taking REAL trauma, here, not the kind Twitter stans see as ‘triggering’ - people have been driven to close SM accounts, attempted, and in some cases succeeded in taking their own lives. These Minions have openly mocked Jared’s struggles with depression and anxiety, and Misha - who claims to be friends with J2 and be supportive of them in every way - has stood by and let it all play out, knowing full well some of the goings on, if not the full extent of how toxic these people are. We know he sees things being said online, and I have absolutely no doubt he spends time online searching his name for things that are relevant in some way to him in an effort to insert himself into a current conversation, or even start one so that attention is on him. Gotta stay relevant, somehow, right, Mish?

He has actively encouraged bullying by his actions of enabling the behaviours above, both by the flogging of the aforementioned dead horse, AND by not objecting to unacceptable behaviours. Remember when Minions and Hellers were slating J2, particularly Jared, for not posting on SM about BLM and other topics? Yeah, he didn’t ask them to stop doing that, either, even when he was tagged in things along the lines of ‘If Misha can post why can’t J2?’ etc. There have been some token protests, con vids I've seen have show his 'objections' which IMO have been done in a very tongue in cheek way, meaning that those people who needed to be pulled aside and told to change their ways just carried on, because their evil overlord didn’t explicitly explain it in terms a three year old could understand that bullying and forcing your opinion on others is WRONG. Not all of his cult are young and impressionable, not by a long shot, but many of the more vocal and vitriolic ones are.

As a father himself I wonder what Misha would do if he found out that his kids were behaving in ways his Minions are? I’m aware they’re young, but kids are cruel and bullying doesn’t just happen online. Even at whatever age they are, would he laugh it off the way he appears to have done with all of this fandom toxicity? Not bloody likely! I wonder if he’s as desperate to gain the approval of his family, friends and colleagues as he appears to be for that of his Minions/Hellers? I would certainly hope so, but that question can only be answered by Misha, himself, and I can and will not presume to speak on someone else's behalf on things in their personal life. For the record I would never presume I know what J2's answers would be on anything, however I do feel that after 15 years I have an accurate gauge on what kind of people they are so would be confident that any opinion I had on a matter aligns with their morals and ethics. As much as J2 have shared of themselves with us - willingly and under no pressure to do so, I might add - we don't *know* them, but we know enough to have an informed opinion. I can’t say the same for Misha because based on the behaviour he’s repeatedly displayed, things I've heard about from other fans as well as people I know IRL who have had direct dealings with him through cons or GISH (including some very actively in the early days when it was GISHWHES) he just hasn’t seemed like a person I wanted to follow on SM. I’ve never watched any of his solo panels, though I have watched ones with both or one of the J's, mostly being left irritated because of his behaviour. Watching the J’s put up with that shit is painful, and it’s a testament to how good they are as actors that they managed to hide at least some of their disdain for as long as they did. Microexpressions give them away, particularly Jensen, and they certainly have faces I have spent many years watching closely. Beautiful faces to go with beautiful souls, both of them! <3

I have precisely ZERO interest in Destiel as a ship, very little interest in Cas as a character anymore (though I did like him in the early days,and his relationship with Jack in late seasons) so I have absolutely no reason or desire to follow anything Misha does. That said, I've obviously been peripherally aware of some things he's been involved in because of friends, from things I’ve seen on SM and general fandom stuff. Despite the things I've already mentioned about his behaviour, up until now I have been able to maintain a level of respect for him as a person because of the humanitarian and charity work he's done. He seems like someone who really does want to change the world for the better and I am in full support of that fact, so much so that I have supported TWO campaigns relating to him. I bought one of the Super Good t-shirts for the campaign he did with Michael Sheen (a true angel!), the SPN/Good Omens x-over to help homeless charities, and I chose the design with text only and not artwork of Michael and Misha on, basically because I didn’t want to be wearing something with Misha’s face on it and I make absolutely no apology for that, whatsoever. I also bought Alex's #TheEndHasNoEnd shirt, which some of the profits went to Random Acts who do great work, so again, despite not liking Misha I still willingly contributed for a cause bigger than me, and to support Alex, who I absolutely ADORE. I'm aware that Stands aren't popular with some of the fandom, however since most of the cast of SPN are happily affiliated with them then I don't feel it's my place to either judge, or to discuss topics I know next to nothing about. But I digress, as a decent human being I have shown support tangentially to a man who I don't care for out of respect for the work he does outside the fandom. Telling you this isn’t to paint myself in a good light - I don’t need your approval, I’m a big girl, unlike some I don’t need constant validation! - only to provide background on how I’ve actively *not* hated on Misha.

Now though, any respect I had for him has come to an abrupt end, the events of the past 24 hours has seen to that. Whilst I have been annoyed at his behaviour in regards to shipping, I don't feel it's ever gone this far, or at least not that I've seen first hand. This man has, IMO, contributed to so much toxicity in the fandom by way of things I've mentioned before, he's claimed - without actually saying the words - that Wincest fans weren't interested in him as a character when he came onto the show, and hasn’t felt included because of the fans’ love of the brothers. Um, hate to break it to you, love, but when you come onto an established show that is about two people, and you’re a *guest star* you can’t expect everyone to love you. Some characters we as individuals do fall in love with straight away (Bobby, Charlie, Crowley and Rowena are good examples for me), it takes time to establish a dynamic, so if that’s how he felt then it was incredibly naive of him as an actor to expect instant acceptance from anyone. Also, why wait until after the show finished to bring it up AGAIN … oh wait, yeah, that would be to step back into the limelight in a way intended to garner sympathy from Minions and INTENTIONALLY piss off bro fans and Wincest shippers alike? How fucking self centred, desperate and disrespectful do you have to be to shit all over the finale of a show that for the most part accepted you and kept you in paid work for 12 years? Well, Misha Collins levels of all of those things, obviously.

So, on the topics of self centred, desperate to stay relevant, attention seeking and being oh so needy, the tweet yesterday from Amazon mentioned Castiel. He wasn’t tagged in it, so I refer to my earlier comment about searching online, because how else would he have possibly seen that? It’s possible someone sent it to him, I appreciate that, but if we go off past behaviour it’s not any stretch at all to believe that didn’t happen. So, once again, having seen the tweet he took it upon himself to - oh so predictably - turn it into something relating to Destiel. When I saw it I immediately rolled my eyes and thought ‘here we go again’, but then also had a little smile because I really liked the fact that he explicitly mentioned Wincest, therefore seeming to accept that his poor old dead horse wasn’t the only one in the race. I actually mentally tipped my hat to him then because it appeared that he’s matured enough to acknowledge by name the ship that predates his inclusion on the show. Great, I thought, this is a positive thing in a sea of negativity surrounding the man and his sunken ship, because what followed was Wincest trending in the US (it may also have been other countries as well but I had to sleep!) … largely due to the fact that Hellers were responding to it, calling him out on mentioning the dreaded ‘W’ word. I’ll repeat that because it’s been a rare occurrence up to that point… the Minions were actually disappointed with their overlord for mentioning another ship. We all know what they think of it and I for one, don’t give a flying fuck about their opionion. Ship and let ship, it’s all fun (or meant to be) so we have different tastes, that’s life kiddiwinks, deal with it. I mean, you really don’t have much of an example set for you when your king has proven several times over to be one of the biggest obnoxious brats out there, but just give it a try for your own sakes, yeah? Awesome, good on you, besties!

An unexpected development - to my joy and that of other Wincest shippers - them doing that got the topic trending, only *kept* trending by the fact that were all coming online asking why it was trending. Wincest shippers barely lifted a finger, we just flooded each other’s timelines with lovely content and basked in the Hellers - and Misha - shooting themselves in the foot, which was awesome. But did the vitriol stop? No. Did he get the attention he so clearly craves? Yes. Was it in the way he wanted? Fuck no, so poor, emotionally wounded baby backtracked after seeing that his name was trending alongside Wincest because that’s *so* not what someone narcissistic to do it in the first place, wanted.

Now here’s where I could easily have just moved on with an unusually fond chuckle, giving him an ironic pat on the back and a ‘thanks, Misha’ for being the one to instigate hours of fun, but once again his despicable behaviour made that impossible. It’s been more than obvious for many years that he cares more about what his fans think than anything else to do with the show and the fandom in a larger sense, but to delete the tweet and APOLOGISE for daring to be so insensitive to the snowflakes’ delicate sensibilities for mentioning Wincest in the first place was absolutely disgusting. Stating , “I used a term that I had never really given any thought to other than, "that's a thing?! Yuck." is not only complete and utter bullshit, it’s pandering of the highest order.

We all know he has referred to Wincest on multiple occasions, so to say he hadn’t thought about is a flat out lie, which IMO is an insult to everyone, not just Wincest shippers. Does the man have no self respect at all, why would you contradict yourself in the face of such overwhelming evidence? Instead of either ignoring all the people calling him out, or addressing it with another tweet saying ‘yeah, that happened’ or something similar he chose, I repeat, CHOSE the route of claiming he didn’t realise he was being offensive to people who felt ‘triggered’ by him using the word Wincest. He basically shat all over an entire ship and large sector of the fandom in an attempt to appease his own fan base which consists of a lot of children (or those that act like children) who have no idea what RL is like.

Once again, he’s reinforced the idea that if you shout loud enough at someone just because you don’t like something they said, they will back down and apologise for something even when there’s nothing to apologise for. If he wants to be such a role model then he could easily have pointed out that a fictional ship doesn’t condone RL incest, any ACTUAL trauma people have suffered because of RL situations, and made an effort to make sure people understand that. He COULD have used it as an opportunity to do some good in the fandom by encouraging people to build bridges, to accept that people are entitled to their beliefs and that sometimes we see things differently but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t treat others with BASIC HUMAN DECENCY because of it. Instead he YET AGAIN chose to show that he cares more about what Minions think of him, keeping them onside to constantly stroke his unbelievably fragile ego in everything he does.

It is my understanding that Misha is big on (or claims to be big on) putting positive energy out into the world, treating people with respect, helping others and accepting people for who they are, not who you want them to be… all this after YEARS of consistently practising what he preaches only when it suits him. He sends out a message that it’s perfectly OK to bully, to spread hate, to draw attention to yourself at the cost of others, to throw colleagues and friends under the bus and at the same time use them to further your own agenda and get hits for your YouTube channel. Is this really the legacy he wants to leave? Is this an environment he wants his own kids to grow up in as well as future generations? Is this what he thinks is a valuable contribution as a human being? JFC, the arrogance, hypocrisy and the need for constant validation this man exhibits is nothing short of cringeworthy… actually it’s beyond that. It’s deplorable behaviour, it’s not new, and he will continue to act like this for as long as he’s being enabled and this harmful cycle needs to end.

I have friends IRL and online who are (now, possibly, were) big Misha fans, who have supported him from either the beginning of his run on the show, or since they started watching, and this is how he repays this behaviour? He’s willfully alienating decent people (including multishippers) all to make himself look good by being seen to do everything he can not to offend people. Spoiler alert, you DID offend people, you continue to do so time and again and we’ve had enough. I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be to be such a perpetual people pleaser, but let me say it’s not doing you any favours in any way, shape or form.

Misha, you are *not* a role model, you’re *not* someone to look up to when you can't live up to the ideals you preach. You’re spitting in the face of people who have supported you even after some questionable things in the past, who gave you the benefit of the doubt because we’re all human and we all make mistakes. The key to growing as a person is not to keep repeating the same mistakes over and over, understanding *why* what you said and/or did was a mistake and making a concerted effort to make changes. I don’t ever see you doing that, you will continue down this path of only caring about Minions under the guise of caring for people in general. You are transparent, you are sad and despite the fact I’ve never particularly liked you, I didn’t speak up because I didn’t want to get involved in the drama. Well now I have spoken up and I’m saying you’re a disgrace, you have no respect for other people and nobody is fooled anymore. If it hadn’t been this tweet it would have been something else, but I for one am glad it happened so soon after the show ended so we can finally be rid of the limpet-like behaviour. It’s over, let it go for the sake of what dignity you might have left, for the sake of your family and friends and for the sake of anyone who isn’t capable of seeing through your ‘it’s a joke’ mentality.

You have been weighed, you have been measured and you have been found wanting. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, Misha.

For anyone who made it to the end of my ramble, thank you. This has been a cathartic exercise and I’m drawing a line under it now, I don’t think I could possibly make my thoughts any clearer. I urge you not to get caught up in any petty squabbles with his Minions, let’s celebrate J2 and other cast and crew members who have shown us all respect and who I am proud to call part of the SPN family. There’s always one member of the family who needs to be frozen out for the good of everyone else.

#ficforthought speaks #sorry not sorry #i spent way too long on this #purging the poison

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baby-n-boo · 4 years ago

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Pink is not a girl’s color- regressor! Tommy, finally big brother tubbo, cg! Wilbur

Tommy was little. There was no two ways to put it. And, as if it wasn’t obvious enough from the fact he hadn't sworn in a whole ten minutes, His thumb was inserted firmly in his mouth as he gamed one-handedly, a small piece of paper over each of the webcams on his monitors, in case someone saw. He had finished his stream that day in rather a hurry, logging off of the dream SMP almost as soon as the confirmation came through that the stream had ended, already feeling the pull of the headspace on his mind, and knowing he wouldn’t have been able to hide it from his friends should he have fully slipped. But, for now, he was idly wandering around a solo server he had made for himself, trying to remember where he had built his home last time he had been on the server. His chair creaked in protest, as he tried to bring his knees up to his chest, resting his feet on the very edge of the seat, making him jump. It wasn’t that he was easily scared when little, but the fact he had become accustomed to the silence that seemed to surround him when he was small, since nobody ever wanted to talk to him without being mean.

But it was ok. He could look after himself. He was a big boy, really! Mumbling to himself, around his thumb, he tried to direct his character over to the little hill he could see in the distance, not noticing the river running between himself and said mound, and promptly falling right in. At the sudden change of perspective, Tommy panicked, pulling his hand away from the keyboard like it had burnt him, in the hopes it would be fixed if he stopped. But it didn’t, leaving him arrested in fear, watching as the pretty bubbles went away, and his character started taking damage. He didn’t want the pretty red hearts to go away, they were nice!

Whining slightly as the last one slipped away, and the death message popped up on screen, shading everything in a dim sort of red, Tommy shoved the mouse away too in frustration, refusing to respawn. He wore a stubborn pout as he spun on his chair to turn his back on the screens, just in time for a knock to sound on his door. Worrying for a moment, he yanked his thumb out, and minimised the tab, not wanting anyone to see, before calling out a “Yeah?” that sounded too loud and brash to be right, even for his normal self.

Wilbur, poking his head through the door carefully, smiled to see Tommy not doing much, before starting to speak. “I, uh, I saw your stream ended? I was wondering if you wanted to come spend some time with real people now?” he joked, referencing how little time Tommy actually spent socialising. Despite how much he really really wanted to nod yes, and go with him, Tommy shook his head, carefully measuring his voice to reply. “Nah, you’re alright, I have masses of women to talk to.” he tried to joke back, his smile just a little too wide, the usual bravado missing from the tone, though Will shrugged it off, sure that if something was up, Tommy wouldn’t hesitate to complain about it.

“Well, if you change your mind, don’t forget, Toby and I ’re right downstairs.” He reminded Tommy, with a slightly stern look, before ducking back out the door frame. He tried to nod an affirmation, turning as if to go back to his game, but, as soon as he heard the door click back into place, and the creak of the stairs, he pushed up off his chair, padding over to his bed instead. He wasn’t big enough for gaming, right now, and certainly not to go face his friends. Don’t get him wrong, he was glad they had offered to come over and keep him company while his parents were away for some business trip or other, but it was hard to hide his little space from them when he knew they would be watching his streams, and constantly reminding him to actually care for himself. Especially since it had saved him the embarrassment of his parents hiring some babysitter that never actually did anything, once they found out how old he was.

Tummy rumbling as he sat down cross-legged amid the rumpled sheets, and pulled his favourite blanket out from under his pillow, Tommy whined, having run out of fruit snacks the previous night when he had been streaming till two in the morning. Normally, it wouldn’t be an issue, him just having to sneak down and grab something from the cupboards under the guise of still streaming, but he knew, as soon as he set foot on the stairs today, his friends would be dragging him into a switch game tournament, or a conversation, or, even worse, a trip to the store. Shuddering at the very thought of going outside, Tommy shook his head. No, going hungry was much better than whatever they had in store for him.

His PC kept chiming with discord messages, probably from his other streamer friends to wonder why he had ended so fast, but he merely ignored them, balling up under the ratty sky-blue blanket, and trying to get his head to stop being quite so fuzzy. It didn’t help as his thumb crept back into his mouth, brushing against the cold metal of his braces, and he curled tighter, the scratchy material of his jeans starting to irritate him, as he slipped further and further. It was only a matter of time before something bad happened, so, desperately clinging to the last shreds of his adult mind, Tommy stumbled over to his closet, kicking off his jeans and baseball shirt in a frenzy of unstable movement.

Once he was sure that it was all off, he glanced nervously toward the door, and quickly grabbed a bundle of material, throwing it onto the bed before someone could burst in and see it. Yanking a pair of shorts over his boxers, he quickly scurried back to the comfy area, hiding between the sheets as he fought his way into the other thing, a hoodie that was clearly multiple sizes too big, smelling of a foreign but comforting cologne. He’d picked it up from Wilbur’s bag the first night he had been here, thinking it had been his own, and had been reluctant to give it back upon discovering it, in fact, was not, something about how it made him feel small making it appealing.

Flipping up the hood, so it fell over his eyes, Tommy giggled, flapping around the oversized sleeves in a childish manner, entertained by even the slightest of things in little space. By this point, his adult mind had entirely slipped away, replaced with the simple, cotton candy thoughts of the child Tommy now was. Confused as to why he was being so boring and lying round in bed all day, he pushed back his coverings with a smile, before gasping, looking around for Henry - his cow plush- in between the all-together too mature sheets. Black circles were just so grown up! Where were the dinosaurs? Or the racing cars!

Temporarily distracted from his search by the thought of cars, Tommy gasped, running over to his cupboard, where he hid away all his colouring books, dragging out some nice-looking ones, and his big box of Crayola pens, giggling as they rattled noisily. Throwing them to the floor, Tommy lay down on his tummy across his rug, pushing up the too-long sleeves until he could see hs fingers. Wiggling them around, he couldn’t help but beam, it being such a silly movement, especially as they all bunched up to try picking up the slippery box of pens, only for it to bump back down. Kicking contentedly as he tried again, it wasn’t long before it was tipped upside down, the rainbow of colors spreading across the rug in a mess only a child could make, blues bouncing and reds rolling. In fact, every color other than pink.

Not that Tommy noticed this lack, grabbing up his favourite colour, and flipping to a random page, cheering as it was a cool race car, with flames up the sides, all waiting to be coloured. Uncapping the pen with his teeth, he kept the lid in, chewing on the tip of it as he scribbled messily up and down the door of the car, smiling as it got bluer and bluer the more that he scribbled. Even if it didn’t particularly stay in the lines. Blue was nice, it was a boy’s color, like the sky, and the sea, and blue race cars that go nyoom! Will once said blue was a happy color, so that must mean it was good! Why else would he say it?

It wasn’t like pink. Bleh, pink is a girl’s color, why would he want /that/? Pink was all flowers and dresses and bubblegum, blehhhh. Pulling a disgusted face, sticking his tongue out, which, in turn, made the lid fall out, Tommy shook his head. No, pink was most definitely not for a big boy like him. In his daydreaming, he hadn't heard the stairs creak, nor the tentative knock on the door, not realising as Tubbo crept into the room. “Hey, Tommy? Wilbur said we could ord- oh.” he started, before noticing his friend on the floor, surrounded by coloring pens. Tommy, spinning round at the familiar voice, smiled to see Tubbo, waving gently with his uncapped pen, but making no effort to get up, instead turning back to his coloring once he was done. “Well, I was gunna ask what pizza you wanted, but it’s ok, I'll just say pepperoni. Have fun with … what you’re doing.” Tubbo murmured, not wanting to disturb Tommy when he seemed so concentrated, instead shutting the door behind himself, and heading back down the stairs to where Wilbur was waiting on the sofa.

“Hey. What’d he say?” Will greeted, his laptop open to some takeout website, smiling gently as Tubbo relayed the information for pepperoni, before placing the order quickly. “Alright, that’s done, is he coming down?” he asked, shutting his laptop once he was done, just as Tubbo settled back in the armchair and picked up his switch. “Nah, he’s little.” he spoke simply, as if it was common knowledge, reopening his animal crossing island to keep fishing, like he had been. Confused, Wilbur tilted his head, brushing aside his hair as it flopped over his eyes, and let out a quiet “Huh?”, making Tubbo look up, and meet his eyes. “What do you mean little?” he asked, curiously, not understanding as the teen clammed up, looking mortified. “I shouldn’t have said that. I should /not/ have said that.” He muttered, hiding his red face behind the console. “It’s not my place to say.” he tried to wriggle out of the situation, but, with a stern look from Wilbur, he was pinned in place.

“um...wow, how to put it...” he fidgeted in place, trying to find the words to explain to a rapidly more and more concerned WIlbur. “um...he’s thinking like a kid...not Tommy?” he tried, but, from the blank look he got back, he knew that wasn’t enough. “It’s...It’s like a response to stress? Or...or just cuz...?” he tried again, watching as Will nodded slowly. “Um...he’s coloring right now...i don’t think he wants to be bothered?” he interrupted, as Will stood, to go up the stairs. “I could...i could try to find a website to explain to you, if you wanted? I'm... I'm not too good at this.” Tubbo offered, reaching for his laptop, silently relieved as Wilbur sat back down.

“That would be nice, actually, I'm lost.” He admitted, handing it over, and watching as Tubbo struggled to type out whatever he was trying to, eventually finding a page that seemed right. “Uh, it’s a Tumblr page but...i think it’s got the stuff on...” he mumbled, passing the brightly coloured page back over to him. Credit to him, as Tubbo watched on nervously, Will didn’t seem disgusted, reading with genuine intellectual curiosity, before sitting back. “Woah, okay. That’s intense.” He commented, letting out a deep exhale, and rubbing his eyes. “Why is he little, did you say?” he asked, but Tubbo froze. “I’m...i’m actually not sure. Tommy does it both ways, on purpose and not. Maybe the lore stream today? He did end quickly...” he commented mostly to himself, then rubbing his upper arm. “He normally comes and DMs me after if it’s been a hard stream though... maybe cuz you’re here, he didn’t want to talk about it?”

Throwing out theories, Tubbo tried to hide his confusion and slight hurt that the little he liked to think of as his baby brother when he was in headspace, hadn't told him, chewing on his nails a little. “I do know he calls you his brother though...maybe he was shy in case you didn’t like him doing it?” he murmured, eyes flicking up to the bespectacled 24 year old watching with rapt attention. Luckily, he looked amused, adjusting his beanie. “Hey, it wouldn’t be the only time, I'm practically his older brother all the time.” He chuckled, casting an eye over the page still up on his screen. “It says here about something called...CGs?” he sounded tentative as he looked up to Tubbo again. “It does, and before you ask, No, he doesn’t have one. And yes, he really should, the chaotic doesn’t go down.” he replied, feeling a lot more comfortable now they could make fun of his friend again.

“Should...should we head upstairs, go make sure he doesn’t like...set fire to something?” Will suggested, after a few moments of chuckling, right before a loud thump interrupted Tubbo’s beginning complaint. “Ok, Ok , maybe that’s a good idea.” he smiled, putting his switch to the side before standing. “I’ll go warn him.” He held out a hand to stop Will mounting the steps before him, smiling as he feigned offense. “Trust me, you wanna prepare for this, he might still be Tommy, but he’s... different.” Running up the stairs, best as he could, with the nerves he now had in every vein, he quickly pushed open the door, to see the little tugging at a stuffed animal wedge in a cardboard box. Carefully pulli ng it out, he easily identified it as Henry, pushing it into Tommy’s arms with a smile. “I have a surprise for you, Toms, you ready?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle as Tommy nodded enthusiastically. “Awe, good!”

Awkward, shuffling footsteps were the only indicator Will was coming in, before he rounded the corner, with a small smile. “H-Hi Tommy.” his arms were held awkwardly in front of him, crossed across his chest like he didn’t know how to react. But it wasn’t too much of an issue, since, as soon as he saw Wilbur, Tommy jumped to his feet, running to him. “Wilby!” he cheered, hugging him tightly. “Missed chu!” he grinned, as Will hesitantly pet his hair. “Uh, hey kid, whatchu up to?” he asked, as Tubbo watched on with a soft smile, perching on the bed. “I heard you were coloring?” he asked, looking to the teen for confirmation, as he nodded enthusiastically again, and dropped to his knees, grabbing his pens to keep going.

“Yeah! Iz blu!” he smiled, thrusting a cyan pen to the elder one. Carefully sitting down between him and the wall, Wilbur smiled and nodded. “You’re right, it is blue. Do you like blue?” Clearly that was the right question, since Tommy started speaking, so fast they could barely get a word in edgewise, about the color, kicking his legs happily as he started to scribble again, starting to color in the fire on the side of the car now, under the watchful eye of his friends.

Furrowing his brow slightly at the missing color, Will spoke up, after some small humming being the only thing to break the silence. “Hey, Toms, where’s your pink?” he wondered aloud, jumping slightly as Tommy shouted a “No!”, rather vehement. “No,no, no! Pink for /girls/.” he mumbled, when Will shushed him. Curious, he tilted his head, his hair falling agin, and ‘hmm’d slightly. “Pink isnt a girl’s color, Tommy, what makes you think that?” he didn’t understand, not even as Tommy sent him a disbelieving face. “Pink...pink for princess” he struggled to explain, making Tubbo nod quietly from where he sat. “But, I like pink, Toms, am I a princess?” he chimed in, taken aback as Tommy giggled, and nodded. “P’incess tubby!” he smiled, making Wilbur chuckle and nod. “That’s right, kid, Toby’s a princess now.” watching the teen stand and mockingly spin around, before carefully bopping Tommy’s head, like a fairy. “ding, ding, Tommy is now a kid!” he laughed, moving over to the cupboard that usually housed the colouring, pulling out a shameful looking pink tub, and placing it on the floor beside the kid. “Let’s try these ones too, huh?” Will prompted, picking up a pastel pink, and doodling a small flower in the corner.

Tommy nodded, gently, slipping a little, pink pacifier into his mouth when nobody was looking, and hesitantly choosing a maroon pen, trying a clumsy smiley face, soon joined by tubbo doodling a bee, of course. Laughing, Will tried another flower, and a heart, wanting to keep what he did simple, making Tommy smile as a little of the ink went over his fingers. Catching the pen before he tried to draw on his own face, Will tutted gently at Tommy, his new little friend. His little...brother? Before they realised it, the scribbly car had been overshadowed by their doodles, Tommy having branched out into pink the more his friends didn’t seem to mind it being there, slowly smiling more and more, until he was giggling loud and free, fully convinced now, that Pink was, in fact, not a girl’s color.

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 4 years ago

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Simply Meant To Be (pt 1)

An expansion on this soulmate blurb (no Virgil in this one though)

[part 2]

Rating: teen

Word Count: 2130

Pairings: Roceit, Intrulogical

Warnings: minor swearing

~~~START~~~

Roman is a romantic, that’s just a fact. He loves love. Any day he gets to watch two soulmates meet each other is automatically a good day. The second best day of his life was getting to watch Remus meet their soulmate when they were sixteen. The best day of his life is reserved for when he meets his own soulmate.

It hasn’t happened yet, but it will. One day.

For now, Roman is content with being colorblind (well not content, but he’s learned to not let it bother him too much). Remus and Logan are actually a huge help with that. Logan has even gone as far as to make a list of all of Roman’s clothing and includes a chart of what pieces do and do not go together based on Remus’ (admittedly professional) opinions, and Remus actually went through and labeled all of Roman’s makeup with what color it is and what kind of look it should go with.

Anyone who vaguely knew the twins might think that Remus would use this opportunity to mess with Roman, but Remus knows how much Roman hates being colorblind; they would never lie to Roman about colors — about other things? Sure, but not colors.

Remus and Logan met when Logan moved to their school from Georgia. One day Remus had claimed that there was a trail of color — they would later learn that it was navy blue, Logan’s soon-to-be favorite color — leading from the parking lot, to the main office, to the east wing. They’d chosen to skip first period in order to follow it, having never seen the trail before, and Roman, being unwilling to miss the opportunity to watch his brother meet their soulmate, followed him. Remus had walked right into a physics classroom, and straight for a boy with short curls and thick glasses that Roman had never seen before and declared him their soulmate.

Roman got detention for skipping first period, Remus got a pass on account of meeting their soulmate.

Most people met their soulmates before they turned twenty-five, after all, how difficult can it be when all you have to do is find the trail of color they leave behind them everywhere they go and follow it?

Well, as Roman has learned in his thirty-five years of being alive, it can be pretty freaking difficult.

As children, Roman and Remus had wandered their town far and wide looking for colorful trails, and even after they met Logan, Remus continued to go with Roman as he searched, even if they couldn’t see Roman’s soulmate’s trail themself. As soon as Roman graduated from high school, he took the customary gap year that most everybody who hadn’t met their soulmates yet takes to search for their soulmates.

He never caught a glimpse of anything.

“What if I missed them somehow? What if I saw their trail and just didn’t realize it?” Roman whines one day at his usual Saturday brunch — because they’re adults goddammit — with Remus and Logan.

“You wouldn’t have missed them, Ro bro,” Remus assures him as they do every time Roman starts lamenting about having not met his soulmate yet. “Colors are so unmistakable that there’s no way you’ll miss them.”

“And even if you are genetically colorblind — which is unlikely considering Remus is not,” Logan continues before Roman has a chance to respond. “I have read multiple papers that state that soultrails will still make themselves distinct. There are multiple accounts of the trails emitting light, absorbing light, or even emitting sound. All of that is, of course, on top of the translucent cloud that follows your soulmate’s every move. I find it improbable that you, of all people, would not have noticed a soultrail.”

“Yeah, I know you guys are right,” Roman sighs. “I just want to meet them! I’ve travelled all over the place looking for them, where are they?”

Remus says nothing, which Roman is grateful for because Remus has a habit of saying dark jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, and Roman really doesn’t need to hear them suggest that his soulmate died in a car crash or something right now. Besides, the question is rhetorical. If Remus could see Roman’s soulmate’s trail, then he’s sure they would have spent the last nineteen years looking for them too.

“Sorry, I guess I brought the mood down,” Roman apologizes. “How are you guys?”

Remus opens their mouth.

“The PG version, please!” Roman rushes to say before Remus can mentally scar him. Again.

Remus closes their mouth again.

Logan rolls his eyes fondly and proceeds to get Roman up to date on all the high school gossip.

“- and of course the middle school’s robotics instructor left suddenly to follow her soulmate to England, so I have taken over as their advisor until a suitable replacement can be hired.”

“How is that?” Roman asks, cringing at the thought of having to deal with middle schoolers. Kids in general kind of freak him out, but middle schoolers especially.

“It has been fine, they are not as adept as my high school students, but of course for many of them this is their introduction to such things, so I’m trying to be patient and supportive.”

Roman snorts at that. He’s sure Logan is a good teacher, but his brother-in-law can be a bit short tempered, and has a habit of talking down to people who don’t understand what he’s trying to tell them.

“Don’t laugh at him!” Remus jumps in to defend their soulmate. “Logan’s great with kids, it’s adults he has a problem with.”

“They are much too old to be as ignorant as they are,” Logan defends himself resolutely.

“Of course they are, Sugar Butt.” Logan cringes slightly at the pet name, which is really all Remus is ever looking for with their pet names.

“Anyway,” Logan says, somewhat forcefully. “There is one student who seems to know what he is doing, but he doubts himself at every turn. I have tried telling him that he is doing everything correctly, but he is… reluctant to trust himself.”

“Maybe as the year goes on he’ll gain confidence,” Remus suggests. Logan hums in acknowledgment, and Roman takes that as the end of talking about Logan’s students. “Oh! Ro bro! Did you hear the theater got a new makeup artist?”

“Finally!” Roman groans, thinking back on their last makeup artist. “I swear Lisa was trying to poke my eyes out every time she did my eyeliner!”

“Oh she probably was,” Remus comments offhandedly. “I told her — back when she first started with the theater — that you thought that makeup artisting was a waste of time.”

“WHAT!?” Roman screeches, gaining the attention of the staff and other patrons.

“Roman,” Logan warns, growing uncomfortable under the curious stares.

“How could you do that to me?” Roman hisses at a much quieter volume. “I never said that! She hated me for five years because of you!”

Remus shrugs, slurping the end of their drink through their straw loudly.

“You better not make the new artist hate me!”

“I would never!” Remus gasps, clutching their heart dramatically.

Roman glares.

“Cross my heart!” Remus insists with a much too innocent expression.

“I hate you.”

Remus just gasps again before dissolving into uncontrollable giggles.

~~~

There isn’t rehearsal on Sunday, so Roman doesn’t have to go in to work. Unfortunately, he is saddled by the knowledge that Remus — as the theater’s costume designer — does have to go in today, and therefore has a whole day to lie to the new makeup artist about him.

Come Monday, all Roman can do is hope that Remus hasn’t done irreparable damage.

“Calm down,” Remus orders when they come to pick Roman up. “They weren’t even in yesterday; I haven’t met them yet.”

“I’m not letting you ruin my relationship with the makeup artist again,” Roman pouts.

“Just try and stop me!” Remus cackles.

Once they reach the theater, Roman practically jumps from the car before Remus has even parked.

“REAL MATURE!” Remus yells after him as he sprints for the theater door.

“THIS ONE IS GOING TO LIKE ME!” Roman yells back.

“NOT IF I MEET THEM FIRST!”

Roman skids to a stop as soon as he reaches the lobby. Not expecting their twin to just be standing there, Remus slams into his back, throwing them both to the ground.

“The fuck, Ro Bro?” Remus demands as they flop off their brother and onto their back.

“I-I see it,” Roman whispers, voice filled with wonder.

“See what?” Remus demands. “The lobby? You’ve seen the lobby bef-oh!”

The awestruck look on Roman’s face finally clicks, and Remus bounces excitedly.

“You see it? Like it it?” Remus scrambles to their feet, dragging Roman up with them. “Where? Which way does it go?”

“It looks like how the sun feels,” Roman says instead of answering. “All light and warm and good.”

“Roman Kingsley you tell me which way your soulmate went this instant!” Remus demands loudly. This is important dammit!

“It goes from there,” Roman points to the side door that’s usually used by staff that take the bus to work. “To there,” the door leading backstage.

“Excellent!” Remus cheers dragging Roman forward. “Time for your date with destiny!”

Remus throws the backstage door open dramatically, but Roman groans as he realizes that his soulmate’s trail is going in literally every direction, making it impossible to know which way they went last.

“Well?” Remus asks expectantly.

“Either my soulmate is familiarizing themself to the theater, or they knew I’d be here and are trying to spite me,” Roman answers somewhat dejectedly. “I can’t tell which trail is freshest.”

“Well shit.” Remus scans each entry as though Roman’s soulmate will just happen to wander in (plausible, considering they’ve trailed all over the theater).

“Hey guys!” A voice calls from by the dressing rooms. The brothers turn to find Thomas, the owner of the theater and their boss.

“Thomas!” Remus cries gleefully. “My absolute favoritest person in the world behind my incredibly sexy soulmate!”

“Okay, so you want something,” Thomas answers with an amused grin. Remus always piles on the compliments when they want something.

“Who’s new today?” Roman asks, more to the point.

“Like, in the theater?” Thomas asks. “Just Janus, the new makeup artist. Why?” Thomas’s eyes widen as if he’s just had a realization. “You’re not going to prank him or something, are you? He’s very talented, I can’t have you scaring him away already!”

“Roman’s soulmate is the new makeup artist? Lame,” Remus pouts. “How am I supposed to trick him into hating Roman?”

“Soulmate?”

“My soulmate is in the building, Thomas!” Roman declares, striking a dashing pose before deflating a little. “Except his trail leads all over the place, I don’t know where he went!”

“Oh… well,” Thomas looks to each direction Janus could have gone, but he clearly doesn’t know which way Janus would have gone. “He said he wanted to get a lay of the land before everyone got here…”

“I got this!” Remus pipes up suddenly before cupping their hands around their mouth like a megaphone and screaming at the top of their lungs. “JANUS!”

“What?” A faint, far-off voice calls back, followed but the sound of hurried footsteps. “Thomas?”

“Dressing rooms!” Thomas calls back.

Footsteps thunder down the stairs, and all too soon a man appears on them.

The first time you lay eyes on your soulmate, you begin to see the world in color. Everyone’s experience is different: Remus said that as soon as he laid eyes on Logan, the world exploded violently into vibrant shades. Logan said that colors appeared one at time, quickly, but slow enough for him to notice. Roman’s mom said that her soulmate’s trail swelled to fill the space before things slowly began to take on their proper color, and his mama said that it was almost like everything had always had color, she just hadn’t bothered to notice before.

For Roman, the man before him is painted in vibrant shades while the background remains in grayscale, but as soon as the man makes eye contact, his colors begin to slowly bleed throughout the space.

The man’s eyes widen as he stares, slack-jawed at Roman — no doubt mirroring Roman’s own expression.

“I’m Roman,” Roman says quickly, before Remus can forever ruin his first meeting with his soulmate by making a dick joke or something.

The man smiles and Roman immediately decides that his favorite color is whatever this guy’s eyes are — they’re hazel, but Roman will later change his favorite color to red after realizing how stunning and bold the color is when it isn’t just another shade of gray.��

“Janus.”

~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~

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thelittlemermage · 2 years ago

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Hey! Love your blog, by the way (been using it to keep up with 21st-century iteration mouse fandom stuff on the dl, ty). I just think that post the other day, the comment about 2010s PatB fandom, and this blog getting flagged for "adult content" are especially hilarious in light of early 1990s A!/PatB fandom, where you'd come across an FTP archive with a folder marked ksf_wiegnhosdgjn/ or something and it'd be filled just with hardcore, uh, "content for mature individuals" when you clicked on it.

No warnings or anything. LOL. Newsgroups, irc, BBS, Mailing Lists, it was just a Wild West everywhere. I mean like, before the sign that can't stop meme DW from Arthur because she can't read was even put up. No pretense of the Internet being kid-friendly.

I'm putting this in two asks, really sorry about that!

Lemme just smoosh these together haha

Thank youuu 🙏 I'm glad you've been enjoying it lol. If you want to watch modern patb fandom crash and burn in real time you can go into my patb ask tags and work backward lmao. Tho idk if I recommend it. I also don't even know if I agree with half the things I've ever said anymore. But it is kind of a dumpster fire and I love those. And yes, the timing of me saying that and then my whole blog getting flagged did not escape me. It's funny but also 😭. I had to wonder if it was some malicious reporting because I pissed someone off, but it's equally possible it's because I had just tried to upload a Solar Opposites clip of a funny joke and it got flagged lol. But I don't know...why that would flag my whole blog. Rip.

LOL when the internet was that young I was also young. So I was never involved in ye old western cartoon usenet groups or anything v.v I think I started being online as a teenager and jumped right into anime fanpages and stuff, which were p similar I guess. Lmao "adults" for miles. I get so pissed at kids doing that now but I used to do that so much when I finally turned 18 it felt so weird being able to click a "I am 18 or older" button and have it be...true? lol But tbh I was mostly just reading fic, I wasn't actually interacting with people. Minors reading this, please don't actually go into 18+ groups and interact with other adults, I'm not condoning that lol. There's my disclaimer. But yea, it was definitely a "if I go out onto the open internet I will see some shit" vibe lol. Remember Limewire? It was "Well, I am either going to get the song this file is labeled as, an audio of Bill Clinton, or a graphic adult video clip. Guess I'll find out once it downloads." But yea, it does seem like now people are really concerned about what kind of content is public and it's prooobably because there are way more kids on the internet these days, like 2 year olds with ipads and they are not being monitored by their parents at all. Which is a little scary. Not really sure how to fix all that other than bringing back kid sites tbh. I don't think anyone under like...16 has any business being on websites like Twitter, but here we are.

#ask #the internet is so...internet lol

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mosswillow · 4 years ago

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Learning To Love - Steve Rogers x Reader (featuring Texas vibes)

Summary: Life always does this thing where it puts you in situations you swore you were done experiencing. You’re done having relationships, but they may not be done with you.

Warnings: Smut, feelings, angst, interrupted assault (In relation to this, attacker going unpunished, intimidation, stalker vibes.), mature themes, 18+ adult content, slow burn?

A/N: This is a gift for @joannie95 for the Hoelentine’s Day challenge! I hope you like it. This isn’t a dark fic but it is a little heavy, there’s a healthy dollop of anxiety and feelings throughout with a happy ending.

Thanks to @amythedvdhoarder @chrissquares and @drabblewithfrannybarnes for putting this whole thing together, it’s such a fun challenge!

By clicking keep reading you confirm you’re over 18. This is mature content, be careful.

Unlovable.

When asked to describe yourself it’s the first word you think of. Your very first boyfriend spent months emotionally abusing you and by the end of the relationship it’s what you truly believed about yourself. Every relationship after has been the same. Your insecurities and inability to trust causing tension that eventually sabotages any chance at making things work; and with each failed relationship your view of yourself becomes more and more loathsome. Self hatred and depreciation surround you in a cloak of misery, convincing you that they’re your friends. It’s all your fault, you deserve all of it, You’re unlovable.

So you don’t do relationships anymore. You want nothing more than to love and be loved, to hold hands and kiss under the moonlight. You want a partner to share your life with, an emotional connection that transcends yourself, creating a whole new person.

If only you were good enough, worthy enough for love.

But you’re not.

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“No eating in here Dr. Rogers,” you chide.

Steve looks up at you and gives a smirk.

“How about a little bribe.” He holds up a bag of beaver nuggets. You roll your eyes and look around before sticking your hand in and grabbing a few puffs.

“I knew you couldn’t be perfect all the time,” He teases.

“Don’t you have an office or something?”

“I like it better here, I get to be scolded by a beautiful librarian and don’t have to deal with the other professors.”

You’ve known Steve for years. He started teaching at the same time you joined the library staff at Rice. He’s genuine and kind. You’ve watched him help countless students outside of office hours. Everyone likes him, including you. You really like him a lot. That’s why you can’t let yourself entertain the possibility of being with him. You can’t lose him. You can’t bear the inevitable conclusion of him looking you in the eyes and telling you he’s done, that you’re too much for him.

“Well you’ll have to pack it up, they’re sending everyone home because of the hurricane.”

“It’s barely even a hurricane, more like a tropical storm,” Steve scoffs.

“Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

You close the library down before heading to your car. The wind has already started and the sky darkens by the second. You smell the slight scent of sea air and know it’s close. The humidity, which you forgot could even get this bad, causes you to start sweating profusely and you want to get home and take a shower before the storm starts. You have a pint of blue bell waiting for you at home along with a stack of unread books, a quiet night sounds perfect.

“Hey.”

You whip around and see a familiar face, a grad student who visits the library often. Alex, you remember.

“Sorry, I just closed the library down. You'll have to wait until the school opens.”

He takes a small step forward, close enough that your personal space is violated, while at the same time far enough to where the invasion feels almost accidental.

“I’ve watched you around campus, noticed your schedule.” It’s not an accident.

It’s not unusual for students to flirt with you but this is less flirting and more just creepy.

“Oh, um yeah I work a lot.” you take a step back and he follows.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.” He states.

You stare at him and take another step back, hitting your back on your car. You grab onto the handle and he reaches out and grabs your hand.

“Hey don’t be like that. I’m a good guy. I won’t hurt you.”

You pry your hand away..

“One date, say yes.” He says, slowly pushing his body towards you.

“No, I have to go.”

You press yourself against your car as his body goes rigid.

“You’re such a fucking tease, parading around me for weeks.”

He takes a tiny step back but places his hands against your car, caging you in. You close your eyes and freeze in fear. Your mind screams at you to move but your body just won’t.

He’s suddenly pulled away from you and when you open your eyes the only thing visible is Steve’s back.

“She said no, why don’t you move along and maybe spend some time considering why you feel entitled to women who clearly aren’t interested.”

Alex and Steve stare at each other for a few slow moments before Alex scowls at you and walks away.

“Are you ok?” Steve turns to you.

“I’m fine.” you lie, crossing your arms to avoid shaking.

Steve raises his eyebrows and looks you up and down. You’re not entirely sure how it happens but somehow you end up sitting in the passenger seat of Steve's truck, looking at your apartment building. Rain has started coming down in earnest and you dread running through it.

“Are you going to be ok alone?” Steve asks

“Are you?” You reply.

You look at eachother and your mind clears. His blue eyes stare at you with concern. Steve's hands are still on the steering wheel, clutching on like it might disappear if he lets go. You don’t want to be alone and you can tell that he doesn’t either. You want to feel safe and right now Steve is the only one who makes you feel that way. It would be so easy to invite him in, you know he would say yes.

“You don’t have a car. do you have food? Bottled water? A portable charger?” Steve asks.

“You’re the one that said it’s barely a hurricane.”

Steve sighs and releases his hands from the steering wheel.

“Just call me if you need me.”

You nod and climb out of the truck. The transition from the hot rain to your air conditioned apartment causes you to start shivering and even after you change and cover yourself in a warm blanket you still shake uncontrollably.

---

The storm lasts three days, worse than you were expecting but nothing like Harvey.

Steve shows up at your apartment bright and early a bag of conchas and breakfast tacos in hand. You climb in his truck and buckle your seatbelt. Steve eyes your book bag before backing up.

“You’re not going to work are you?”

“It’s been three days.” you reply.

He looks at you like you’re crazy and you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“It wasn’t that bad, you got there before anything actually happened,” you say.

He opens his mouth and breathes in before biting his lip and driving you to work without another word.

Steve walks you to your car every day after work. You don’t ask him to, he just does. It’s an unsaid expectation you both have. The first week is awkward, You both say almost nothing to each other. The second week though Steve finally breaks the silence.

“How have you been?”

You shrug.

“I filed a complaint. He’s barred from the library and promised not to come near me.” you say.

Steve purses his lips.

“Do you feel safe though?”

“No...”

Steve stiffens and you reach out and grasp his shoulder.

“Thank you for walking me to my car.”

“Of course,” Steve closes the door for you and you drive away.

Steve cracked something on your exterior. You had been pushing off the feelings before Steve asked you how you were and now you can’t push them down any longer. You get in the shower and let the warm water wash over you. At first you feel raw and then angry and then for the first time since it happened you cry. It feels silly, to let something so seemingly small affect you so much. It could have been so much worse, it’s not like anything actually happened. Maybe that’s what scares you, not what happened but the implication of what could have. He invaded your space and intimidated you, making you feel small and helpless. If it wasn’t for Steve…

You let yourself fall apart until the water turns cold, then you pick yourself up and wrap yourself in a soft towel.

You look at the woman in your bathroom mirror and see someone who isn’t you. She’s broken and hurting, her eyes swollen from crying. She looks like she’s about to fall over from exhaustion. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. She has every right to feel upset and frightened about it. She didn’t deserve to have her safety threatened, nobody deserves that.

You didn’t deserve it.

You go to work the next day and the day after that. Days turn into weeks turn into months and the fear slowly leaches out of you as you reach out for help. The woman in your bathroom mirror deserves therapy and so do you.

Steve is always there. He walks you to your car every day. He starts texting you and you text him back. You go out to dinner with him, an ethiopian place this weekend and a mediteranian food truck the next. You form inside jokes and slowly you find yourself telling Steve little things about yourself.

“Why are you single?” You ask him one day.

“I had a girlfriend, she’s not with us anymore. After she… I guess I just… I wasn’t in a place for a long time to date anyone, I cringe now at some of the things I did while dating after she passed.”

He leans back and gives you a little smile.

“I’ll know when it’s the right time to jump back in - when it’s the right person.”

You open up about your past and he listens. He tells you about growing up as the smallest kid in his class, how he was bullied and how suddenly people started treating him differently when he hit a late growth spurt. You feel closer to him than you’ve ever felt with anyone.

---

Steve walks you to your car. Tomorrow is your off day and you stop to thank him and remind him you aren’t working the next few days. He’s looking at you and shifts on his feet, you furrow your brows in concern.

“It’s Valentine's day tomorrow.” He blurts out.

You take a step towards your car, knowing where this is going and not wanting it to go any further.

Steve is the one who holds you together, his friendship helping you in so many ways. He holds power over you though, power to throw you aside and break you apart. You can’t be cast away, not again.

“If you don’t have plans maybe I can make you something for dinner at my place?”

You turn away and grab your door handle.

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

“Oh of course, yeah that’s fine.”

You watch Steve bring his hand up to his forehead in the rearview mirror as you drive away.

That evening you write the text, it’s cowardly but you don’t think you can face him.

I don’t need you to walk me to my car anymore. Thank you for your help but I think our relationship should be professional from here on out.

What? No, we’re friends. Are you ok?

You turn your phone off and take a sleeping pill only to be woken in the middle of the night by pounding on your door.

Steve stands in your doorway. His eyes are red and his hair is messy. He takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair.

“You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I turned it off.”

Steve stares at you and you look away.

“What is this about?”

“What is what about?”

“We’re friends. I’m not going to stop being your friend just because you don’t want a relationship. I know this isn’t one sided, that you feel the same way about me. Why are you trying to push me away?”

You cross your arms and look down and he leans over, putting himself in your line of sight.

“If I let you in I’ll get hurt,” you confess.

“Why do you think that?”

‘I..” You stutter

It’s not one moment. Not any one breakup you’ve been through. It’s not even what happened months ago during the hurricane. It’s everything. It’s self hatred, overthinking and analyzing. It’s all the anxiety and stress of life that compounds into fear. Fear of failing and of loss, of getting hurt and breaking. You feel like the only way to keep yourself up and moving is by pushing him away.

“You’re so scared of being hurt but Y/N, you’re hurting. You’re doing to yourself the very thing you’re so scared of.”

Tears start forming, Steve brings his hand up and wipes one away before pulling you into a hug and letting you cry into his chest.

He shifts his face close to your ear and speaks softly.

“I have fear too, but you know what I’m the most scared of? I’m scared of not being your friend anymore. We don’t have to be in a relationship but please don’t cut me out.”

His voice hitches and his grip tightens.

“I love you, I care about you and always will.”

You pull back and look at him, a tear escapes one of his eyes and he promptly wipes it away.

“I’m scared,” you say.

“I am too.”

Your heart beats rapidly as you look up into Steve's bloodshot eyes and see the pain that you’re feeling mirrored back at you. Steve holds power over you but for the first time you realize that you hold that same power over him. You never thought you would be willing to put yourself in a vulnerable position again but somehow, here you are. You put your hand over your heart and feel the life pump out if it and through your veins.

reaching up tentatively, you bring your hand to his face grabbing his cheek gently. You stand up tall and slide your hand behind his neck, bringing him in and kissing him. Tension releases from both of you as you press your lips together, embracing in a warm hug. You pull away and he brings you in for another kiss, this time pushing you into your apartment and kicking the door closed behind him.

It’s a flurry of body parts and heat. You’re ripping off each other's clothing. Steve kisses your neck and you bring your hand to his chest and feel down his abdomen. He groans when you get to his dick and the next thing you know you’re on the bed arching your back as he slams into you. You open your mouth to moan but nothing comes out, Instead your eyes roll to the back of your head as an orgasm washes through you and carries you away.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” He says.

He stills on top of you and then looks down making eye contact before rolling beside you and pulling you into a hug.

“That was...” Steve starts

“Amazing.” you finish.

You pry yourself from Steve and walk to the bathroom to clean up, stopping at the mirror to look at your post sex appearance.

Maybe there’s no way around it. Maybe life will stick you in situations and force you forward against your will. You weren’t trying to let Steve into your life but somehow here he is.

For the first time you don’t don’t feel like this unlovable person. You’re not scared he’s going to leave you or that you’re going to ruin the relationship.

You have a feeling you’ve never truly experienced before and now it all makes sense. Somehow in the last few months you’ve learned to love. You look at yourself in the mirror and see someone worthy.

You’ve spent all your time and energy pushing people away when you should have been building yourself up. You thought that taking care of yourself meant hiding away and putting up a wall.

Self care isn’t a bubble bath or a glass of wine and It’s not something that happens out of fear or anxiety. It’s affording yourself the same kindness and forgiveness that you would give anyone else. It’s looking at yourself in the mirror and recognizing that you deserve to love and to be loved. It’s giving yourself permission to feel however you feel without guilt or shame. It’s love in its purest form and you deserve it.

You are not unlovable.

Steve walks up beside you and kisses your temple.

“When you said you loved me...” you start.

“I meant it.” He says quickly.

You turn and look at him, biting your lip before saying something you’ve been so scared of for so long. You kiss his cheek and smile.

“I love you.”

#happyhoelentine’schallenge2021 #steve rogers x reader #mcu fic #reader insert mcu #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x fem #steve rogers angst #steve rogers au

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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years ago

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Title: Right Kind of Wrong

Anon Request

Pairing: Yoongi x reader ft Jin

Warnings: Mature themes, Angst, flirting, crack, dry humping, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving (brief), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

“Has Jinnie arrived yet?” You ask your mother upon entering the kitchen of your family home. “Not yet but he and his friend are on the way.” She smiles, sliding your birthday cake into the oven. Your ears perk up at hearing this news. “He’s bringing his friend?” You inquire playfully, trying to sound surprised while sliding your torso onto the countertop to lean. “Yes, foolish girl. You know Min Yoongi. He and your brother are at the hip. He asked if he could bring him along, something about not having anywhere to go this weekend.” “Oh.” You stand upright, smiling to yourself, feeling your heart flutter in your chest at the thought of seeing Yoongi again. You had always had a crush on him, but you were too young to pursue anything with him. You were 18 years old now and the thought of him seeing you as a woman and not just Jin's little sister had you giddy. “Go get ready for your guest!” Your mother snaps her fingers, snapping you out of your thoughts. You nod quickly and run up to your room to prepare for the party.

By 8pm dinner is spread out across the table for guest to enjoy at their leisure. You sit in the corner with friends, trying to keep from pouting since your brother has yet to arrive. “Come on Y/N, let's eat!” One of your friends tugs on your arm to lead you into the kitchen. You whine but stand, following behind her into the kitchen. She pushes the sliding doors open and you are met with party goers screaming “Happy Birthday!” and shooting off poppers and champagne. You jump at the fright, placing your hand on your chest as you burst out into a fit of giggles. Suddenly the lights go out and all you can see is the glow of candles lit on a cake moving towards you. You smile wide when the face of your older brother comes into view, holding the cake up, “Make a wish before my weak old arms drop this cake?” You laugh out loud, closing your eyes to make a wish, blowing out the candles. The lights come on, everyone exploding into cheers, Jin placing the cake on the counter to bring you into a tight hug. “Hello sissy. I’ve missed you.” “I’ve missed you too Jinnie.” You whisper to him, your eyes locking with the tall slender figure behind him. A smiling Yoongi, staring at you, his dark cat eyes piercing through you. “Alright, alright, lets party!” Jin shouts, the guest hooting and hollering with him.

The party goers consist mostly of family and a handful of your friends who all sit with you in the family room, in awe of your older brother as he talks about college parties and finally being done with school this year. “Finally, my baby sister is no longer a baby, and she will be going off to university this year. How excited are you sissy? Books not boys, ok?” Jin jokes causing all your friends to giggle. Yoongi sits quietly beside Jin, chewing on a straw, his moving shoulders the only indication that he’s laughing. “What about you Yoongi? Are you excited to be done with university?” Yoongi tilts his head slightly, nodding at you and you swear you feel tingles all over your body. “Yoongi is anti-university Y/N, take no advice from him. He’s no good for you,” Jin warns, turning his attention back to your friends, “Ok, who wants to hear a joke?” You are too focused on Yoongi’s intense stare to catch anything else Jin says, jumping when your group of friends erupts into laughter. When you look back towards Yoongi, he’s gone. “I’m gonna grab a drink.” You whisper to Jin, who nods at you. You stand quickly, heading towards the kitchen. You look about frantically, waving and smiling at guest as you pass them by. You push open the sliding doors to the kitchen, gasping when you see Yoongi eyeing the food table. You enter the kitchen quickly, closing the sliding doors behind you, anxiety now washing over you.

You move towards the food table and begin to eye the options, accidentally on purpose moving to your left until your arm bumps into Yoongi. “Oops, oh, Hi Yoongi. Sorry about that. I’m so clumsy sometimes.” You chuckle, feeling your heart race, kicking yourself for sounding too surprised. He chuckles, greeting you with his wide gummy smile. “Hi Y/N, happy birthday. Sorry I didn’t get to say it before, too many people.” You nod quickly. “No, no worries. No big deal. All of this is my mom’s thing you know. I, like intimate stuff, dinners and what not.” You swallow, feeling your face redden under his gaze. “You should enjoy this. Your family loves you. This stuff is sweet and besides, it’s just once a year right.” He leans in, nudging your arm. “Of course,” You just about shout, “I didn’t mean to sound like I was ungrateful. I just meant that I… um….” “Hey,” He raises his hand and rubs it up and down your arm, “Are you ok? You seem nervous?” You laugh oddly, nerves strangling you. “No, I’m good.” He nods at you. “I remember 18. It’s a good year. You feel invincible. Unstoppable even.” “Yeah, plus I finally got boobs.” You laugh, slapping your forehead when you realize what you just word vomited. “It’s all good, don’t be embarrassed. You have turned into the most beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen but with Jin as your brother how could you not?” He smirks, looking you up and down and you are happy you wore the dress that showed off just enough of your cleavage. “Hey, sissy, come on, time to say goodbye to your friends. It’s getting late. I’m going to drive a few of them home. Yoongi, come along?” Yoongi nods, giving you one more once over before heading off with Jin.

You toss and turn all night, unable to sleep at all, deciding to head down to the kitchen and grab some tea. You enter the kitchen to find Jin sitting at the Island having his own cup of tea. “Still have trouble sleeping huh?” He smiles when you make your way inside. “Yeah. You are too it seems?” He sighs. “Yeah, and with late night study sessions and parties, who has time for sleep?” “It’s almost over Jinnie.” You comfort, placing the tea kettle on the stove. “Ah, but your journey is just beginning. I’m worried about you.” You pout at his words. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m not a baby anymore.” “You will always be my baby sister and I will always protect you.” He finishes his tea, walking over to the sink to wash his mug. “I wish you were staying longer.” You whisper, taking the clean mug from him to steep your tea in. “Me too. We are off tomorrow afternoon but don’t worry sissy. I will be back soon enough. Your only worry now is to get some sleep,” He kisses the top of your head, “Oh, and don’t let Yoongi see you in these little shorts. Next time wear a robe.” He rolls his eyes, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You smirk to yourself, deciding to take your cup of tea to your room, that is until you hear noises coming from the den. You make your way towards the door which is open just a tiny bit and you poke your head in to find Yoongi lying across the couch, panting quietly, one hand holding his cell phone up and the other moving frantically under the covers. You gasp causing Yoongi to stop what he’s doing and look towards the door. You step back into the hall, trying to process what you just saw. “It's rude to snoop.” You hear, the door suddenly opening, Yoongi standing before you now.

“I… I…. I’m sorry.” You stutter, desperately trying to maintain eye contact and not look down to see if he’s still hard. “What are you even doing snooping around at this time?” He whispers, taking you in. “I couldn’t sleep so I made some tea.” You hold up your mug to show him. He smirks, “Just like Jin. He does this at night back at our apartment,” Yoongi explains, turning back into the room, leaving the door open, “At least no one can deny that you’re siblings.” You walk in hesitantly, closing the door behind you, and take a seat beside him on the couch. “Our mother always says chamomile tea aids in sleeping. I suppose we’ve become accustomed to it.” You lean over and place the mug on the coffee table. “I’m more of a coffee drinker.” “Well, that definitely won’t put you to sleep.” You chuckle. “No, it won’t, but I’ve found other methods to help with that.” “Like?” You inquire with raised brows. He tilts his head at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Go to bed Y/N, before Jin walks in on us and kicks my ass for checking out his baby sister.” You suck your teeth at his comment. “I’m not a baby anymore. I can do what I want, with who I want. Jin has no say.” “Is that so? You’re 18 now and you think you can do whatever you want?” “Yeah, I guess I’m feeling invincible.” You smirk. Yoongi’s shoulders move up and down before he groans, looking over at you. “Please just go.” “Why? Because you’re afraid of Jin?” “Because I’m afraid of what might happen here if you don’t.” “I like you Yoongi. I’ve liked you ever since Jinnie brought you here your freshman year. My feelings have only grown. I’m an adult now. You don’t have to be afraid.” “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re young and dumb. You should go out and live your life. Hang out with people your age. Explore your options. This isn’t some k-drama where you sit here and confess your undying love for me, and we make love on your parents couch.” You sit a little straighter as his words sting your heart. “I see the way you look at me Min Yoongi. I know how boys think.” You mumble so he won’t hear the tremble in your voice. “I’m not a boy and how I look at you is wrong. You’re my best friends’ sister. I couldn’t do that to him.” “I’m not even a virgin you know that. Everyone treats me like some porcelain doll but I’m not one. I’m smart and careful. You can’t deny that there is something between us. Why is that wrong?”

“I just told you why.” “Screw Jin.” “Such a kid thing to say.” “Screw me.” “Don’t tempt me.” He almost growls, your hairs standing at attention. You look to the door of the den and back at Yoongi who tosses himself back onto his pillow, curling into the fetal position. “Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, shutting his eyes. You swallow hard, knowing what you want, anger soon coursing through your body. You stand and watch as Yoongi straightens his legs, eyes still closed. “Just deny it and I’ll go.” Yoongi’s eyes pop open and he looks up at you. “Like I said earlier, you’re the most beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen but that doesn’t change what I’ve said now. Maybe in another life Y/N.” He closes his eyes again. “Fuck it.” You whisper, moving towards Yoongi, straddling him and pressing your lips to his before he can protest. He moves to sit up, but you grind your heat into his crotch, eliciting a moan from him. Soon, he has one hand gripping your waist and the other tangled in your hair. You’ve kissed boys before, but it was never anything like this. Yoongi was an expert with his mouth, moving slowly then quickly, swirling his tongue around yours then nibbling at your lips. Back and forth, back and forth, driving you wild. You couldn’t help but moan and grind like a kitten in heat. His hand around your hip soon tightens, and he begins to aid you across his growing length.

Your body heats and you feel so desperate for friction, no one has ever had you so out of control horny before. Sure, you’ve been horny but never as intense as this. You grind faster against him, mewling and whimpering his name. “Slow down.” He whispers between kisses, but you just can’t, the feeling between your legs too great. You move your shorts to the side, rubbing your bare clit against his hard on as it throbs through his silky pajama pants. He groans at the sight. “Please, please,” You beg, “Feels so good.” You latch onto Yoongi’s lips once again grinding harder and faster. “We need to slow down Y/N.” He pants in your ear when you lean your head in the crook of his neck. “Can’t, so good.” You whimper. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking my pants. I need you to slow down or else I’m gonna fucking cum.” You moan lustfully into his neck feeling your core tighten at his word. “Yes, please, cum for me Yoongi. I’m going to cum too, right here on your cock. I can’t believe how good this feels.” You gasp, gripping the back of his shirt tightly as your orgasm rips through your body. “Fuck! Y/N, I’m cumming.” Yoongi cries out, gripping your hips hard. You continue to grind against him, soon feeling his cock twitching between your folds. He shoves you off him quickly, resting his hand over his still trembling cock, biting his lip and throwing his head back. “What the fuck was that?” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I was just so excited. I’ve never felt like that before.” “You lied about not being a virgin, didn’t you?” He snaps and you just stare at him swallowing back tears. He shakes his head again. “Are you on the pill?” You shake your head, unable to speak. He sighs deeply. “You’re still wearing your pants; I know how getting pregnant works.” You finally speak. “You mean these pathetically thin pajama pants?” He snaps, lifting his hand to show his wet palm. He lowers his hand again and taps his finger on his huge cum stain, lifting it to show you the long strand he pulls away when he lifts his finger again. “Like I said before, you’re young and dumb. Just go and live your life. This, us, isn’t going to happen, maybe in another life. Please leave before Jin catches us.” You sniffle, unable to hold back the tears that fall. You grab your mug from the coffee table and walk out of the den and out of Yoongi’s life.

4 years later….

You pull into your mothers’ driveway, nerves fueling your every move. You honk your horn before climbing out, pulling your cap and gown from the back seat. “Sissy!” Jin hollers, running over to you. You squeal at the sight of your older brother, jumping into his embrace. He twirls you around and around, placing you back on your feet. “I can’t believe it! You’re graduating university!” He gives you a proud smile. “Yup, I’m so excited to be done!” “You see, I told you if you focused on books and not boys, Uni is a breeze.” “Well, let’s just say I found a great balance,” You wink at him, laughing when he rolls his eyes at you. “Hurry! We are going to be late for your own graduation!” You mother emerges from the house, rushing over to Jin’s larger SUV. You all pile in and head off to the ceremony.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the graduating class of XXXX.” You and your friends all begin to hoot and holler, tossing your caps into the air. You turn back to see if you can spot your mom and Jin, squinting through a sea of people, confetti, and falling caps. You shift your head side to side, ready to give up when you lock eyes with the one man you never thought you’d see again. “Yoongi.” You whisper, your breath catching in your throat. He still looks the same as you remember, tall, slender, glowing. You turn back to face the front, trying to hide your burning red cheeks. “Congratulations Y/N.” Your friend calls to you, pulling you into a hug. It takes about 30 minutes before you make your way through the crowd and outside to meet up with your mother, brother, and surprisingly Yoongi. “Congrats sissy!!!” Jin shouts, popping a small confetti popper at you when you emerge. Yoongi hands you flowers. “Congratulations Y/N.” He smiles. “Thank you.” You smile back, your cheeks burning. “Uh, the flowers are from the both of us but in any event, let's beat the traffic and go eat,” Jin interrupts, eyeing you both meticulously, “Mother let Yoongi sit up front with me.” Jin states. Your mother offering no complaints.

“Mother! You will not sit in the back! Jin, you are being ridiculous, Yoongi and I will sit in the back.” You scold. Jin sighs deeply, grinding his teeth but gives you a simple nod. He moves to help your mother in the front seat. “Looks like someone has found her voice.” Yoongi teases, opening the door for you to enter the car. “Looks like someone just couldn’t stay away.” You smirk. He chuckles, shrugging simply, climbing into the car behind you. You fiddle with the zipper on your gown, feeling a bit anxious sitting in such proximity to Yoongi. You could smell the mix of his body wash and cologne, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit. Yoongi leans in, whispering to you, “I see you're still a nervous nelly.” You chuckle, shaking your head at him, catching Jin’s watchful eye in the rearview mirror. “I am so proud of all of you. College graduates, working out in the field. You make your Eomma proud. You too Yoongi.” You mother declares.

“Ah, Yoongi only made it riding on my coattails mother.” Jin grumbles, giving Yoongi an evil glare. Yoongi scoffs, nodding in agreement, “Ah, yes, I wouldn’t be anywhere without you Hyung. I have so much to thank you for.” “You do.” Jin nods. “I certainly do.” Yoongi whispers, looking over at you, your cheeks suddenly burning. “We are here.” Jin states, hitting the brakes hard so both you and Yoongi slide forward with a jolt. “Jinnie!” You scold. “Sorry.” He gives a shit eating grin before climbing out and running around to help your mother out of the car. Once inside the restaurant, Yoongi is a complete gentleman, pulling out the chair for your mother and then you. “Jin, Yoongi is so sweet, look how he unfolds Y/N’s napkin.” Your mother notes, prompting an annoyed look from Jin. “Yes, mother how polite of him. I am sure however, that Y/N is very capable of opening her own napkin.” “Be nice Jin.” Your mother whispers to him. “You’re very brave tonight.” You whisper to Yoongi, who seems to be sitting just a little too close to you. “Am I?” He smiles. “Yeah, if I recall you were very much afraid of Jin kicking your ass.” “Maybe I've outgrown that fear.” He whispers, resting his hand on your knee underneath the table. Your mouth hangs open as you fumble to find words, saved when the waitress comes to take your order.

After dinner, you all make it home safely, your mother retiring to her room while you, Jin, and Yoongi sit in the den talking and drinking. “Ok, your graduation is over Y/N, you can take your gown off.” Yoongi teases. “Hey! Stop trying to ogle my sister.” Jin slurs, having had too many whiskeys. Yoongi burst out laughing, exposing his gums. You can’t ever recall seeing him so unfiltered. You join in laughing, jumping up and slowly unzipping your gown. “Don’t be a baby Jin. I’m used to men ogling me.” You look directly at Yoongi, whose mouth hangs open while you remove the material from your body to reveal a tight-fitting mini dress. He swallows slowly, licking the sides of his mouth. You are much curvier than you were 4 years ago, and it made your body heat to see him so affected by you. “Hey! Put that tongue back in your mouth before I rip from your face.” Jin points at Yoongi.

Yoongi raises his hands in the air and looks away, “Sorry Hyung.” “Calm down Jinnie. Yoongi means no harm.” You comfort, pouring Jin another drink. “I know how men are Y/N, I am one!” “I know.” You comfort, handing him the fresh drink. “Seriously, Yoongi is this biggest dog of them all.” “I'm sitting right here.” Yoongi grumbles. “You’re my best friend and I love you, but I have seen how you treat women.” “That’s not fair Hyung.” “Well, Jinnie, you haven't seen how I treat men.” You cut into the tension. “Ugh, please, don’t talk like that. You are an angel. My sweet baby sister.” Jin coos, sipping his drink. “Yeah, ok.” Yoongi comments under his breath. “Excuse me?” You spin to face Yoongi. “I wouldn’t use those words to describe you.” “And what exactly would you use?” Yoongi smiles wide, taking his lower lip between his teeth before giving you a shrug. “He’s going to fall.” Yoongi points behind you at Jin, who falls back onto the couch passed out. “Shit. Jinnie!” You hop up, shaking him. “He’s fine. He’s just a light weight. Come on, let’s take him to his room.” “Are you crazy? I’m not carrying him up the stairs.” “What? His sweet little angel baby sister won't carry him up the stairs when he’s under duress? Tsk, tsk, some sissy you turned out to be.”

“Kiss my ass, Min Yoongi. We can just set him up here to sleep it off.” “And where will I sleep?” He wiggles his brows at you. “In Jin’s room, duh.” “Ok, but you're taking the blame when he wakes up hollering about his aching back.” “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You both get to work getting Jin in the lying position, covering him with a blanket, and tucking a pillow behind his head. You clean up the den of the used glasses and make your way up to your bedroom. “Thanks for coming to my graduation.” You say to Yoongi at the top of the stairs. “Thanks for inviting me.” He smiles, walking into Jin’s room and closing the door behind him. You make your way towards your room, stopping suddenly, Yoongi’s words processing in your mind. You enter your room, dropping your gown and shoes on the floor before padding back towards Jin’s room, opening the door suddenly to find Yoongi standing in just his boxer briefs. “Oh shit,” You turn your back to him, “I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have barged in. I was just confused by your statement.” “You can look now, I'm dressed.” He says, plopping down onto Jin’s bed. You turn to him, smiling when you see he's dressed in a white tee and those silky pajama pants you never forgot.

“You said I invited you, but I didn’t.” “Really? Jin said you did.” “Jin?” You shake your head, not understanding what was going on. “Yeah, Jin called me and said you wanted me to come to your graduation. Here I am, and by the way, the flowers were from me.” He smiles. “Why would Jin say that? I never told him that.” You whisper, racking your brain for an explanation. “Jin gives me a lot of shit you know but I am pretty sure if he had a choice in picking your partner, it’d be me.” Your brows furrow at Yoongi’s comment. “What happened to maybe in another life?” You clip. “You were 18 years old, you had so much to learn and experience. I would never have been able to live with myself if I held you back from living your life to the fullest. How selfish would that be?” “So, you did like me?” Yoongi chuckles. “I did but back then it didn’t matter. It was the wrong time.” “Right person, wrong time. And now?” “Now it’s whatever we make it.” “So, that whole thing about Jin beating you up was bullshit?” “Not entirely, Jin has always known about our crush, doesn’t mean he was happy about it or that I was comfortable betraying his trust or yours.” “You hurt my feelings back then Yoongi.” “I know, I'm sorry about that. I didn’t know how else to make you stop liking me.” You nod, feeling the same sting you felt that day. “I was definitely young and dumb. I know now that you can't get pregnant from dry humping.” Yoongi laughs but stops immediately when he sees your stern face.

“Yeah, wanted to scare you. Sorry about that.” “I’m on the pill now though, so I guess thanks for the scare.” He nods again, trying to hold back his smile. “You look the same as I remember.” You word vomit, taking him in. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He responds, his eyes darkening. You swallow hard, your core heating up. “So, is It ok to say that I want you,” You whisper to him, reaching back to pull down the zipper of your dress, “Because I really, really, do.” “I want you too.” He leans back on his hands, manspreading a bit so his erection tents up against the silky fabric of his pajama pants. You let your dress pool at your feet, stepping out of it and moving towards Yoongi. He licks his lips when you straddle him, hitching his hips up so his cock presses into your heat. You wrap a hand around the back of his long neck, trailing the other down his torso to the edge of his shirt and tugging the fabric. “Off.” You whisper. He smirks, leaning up to remove the article of clothing. You marvel at his pale flesh, trailing kisses across his collar bone, slowly moving your hips to tease him. He moves his face into the crook of your neck, nibbling and pecking at your skin, gripping onto your hips. “I see someone learned to slow down.” He whispers in your ear before trailing kisses along it. “Let’s see if someone learned to last longer than 5 minutes.” You snip, causing Yoongi to laugh out loud.

He moves his hands from your hip now and grips your ass tightly, gliding his large palms up your back to remove your bra, letting it fall between your bodies. “So beautiful.” He moans, taking one of your now erect nipples into his mouth and suckling. You arch your back at the feeling of his warm mouth on you, grinding into him just a bit faster. He moves to the other nipple, swirling his tongue around it, suckling and moaning and you feel every bit of it in your cunt. “So wet already,” He notes, releasing your bud with a pop, “You’re soaking through my pants.” “What are you going to do about it?” You tease, taking his mouth with yours, biting and licking at his lips and tongue, suddenly feeling 18 again. Your blood boils, skin gooses, and legs shiver at the thought of him being inside of you. He grips your bare ass again, spreading your cheeks apart, the lace of your thong dragging across your hardened clit. “Please.” You beg. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I’ve never been so hard.” He groans, flipping you onto your back to remove your thong. You reach out for him, but he instead lowers himself between your thighs. You moan out loud, realizing what he’s about to do. “Not too loud baby.” He smirks, dipping his head between your thighs. You gasp when you feel his tongue glide between your slit, collecting your juices onto his appendage before swallowing it down. “Delicious.” He growls, licking at your inner and outer folds expertly. He soon dips to your entrance, circling your hole with the tip of his tongue, your legs falling wider apart for him. He smirks, his breath against your sex making you shiver. “Stop teasing me Yoongi,” You whine, reaching down to touch your neglected bud. He slaps at your hand, making his way up your folds with his tongue, wrapping his mouth around your clit and slurping. “Fuck.” You shout, receiving another tap on your inner thigh for being too loud.

You soon begin moving your hips when he flattens his tongue against your clit, lapping at her softly, building your orgasm slowly. “More, more.” You mewl, fucking his face now. He brings his hand up entering you with one finger, then two, parting them inside you, stretching you deliciously. You bite on your lip to keep from screaming, when he curls his fingers to rub along the sensitive spongy flesh deep inside you. You grip his hair tightly, panting frantically, your orgasm building rapidly now with the mixture of his tongue against your bud and fingers along your g-spot. “So close. So good.” You praise, becoming more turned on by the lurid noises of wetness that fill the room. “Yoongi, oh my God.” You cry out, your belly tightening hitching you forward a bit, your orgasm hitting you hard. You shut your eyes tightly, allowing the beads of white to fully blur your vision as your cunt throbs wildly against Yoongi’s face until you come down from your high. You drop back onto the bed, panting desperately looking up at Yoongi’s sopping face. “That was so hot.” he smiles, licking his lips and palming at his erection. You sit up and take over palming him. “Allow me.” You grin, yanking his pants down. Your jaw dropping when his reddened cock springs out, hitting his tummy. You move towards him, stroking his hot length, taking his sack into your mouth and sucking. He drops his head back, moaning, running his fingers through your hair.

You release his balls, bringing his cock to your open mouth and running your tongue through the slit in his tip to drink up his dripping arousal. You flatten your tongue along the bottom of his tip before wrapping your lips around him, sucking it clean. “Now who’s teasing.” He grunts. You look up at him, raising a brow, and without warning take him all the way to the back of your throat. “Fuck Y/N.” He moans, almost keeling over. You leave him there for a moment, reveling in the power you have over him in this moment. You swallow, the soft flesh at the back of your throat tickling his tip, causing him to whimper to the gods. “You’re not fair.” He moans and you begin to bob your head along his length finally, looking up to see relief wash over him. He looks down at you, pushing your hair away from your face to take in your every feature while you work your magic on his cock. “So gorgeous. I’m so lucky.” He praises and you feel yourself moisten at his words. You moan around him, quickening your pace, taking his full sack in your hand and massaging it.

“Shit.” He whispers, gripping your hair tightly, aiding you along his member until he suddenly pulls you off. “I won't last if you keep this up, and I need to be inside you.” He pants, moving forward until you're on your back and he is hovering above you, taking your lips into a needy kiss. You grip his hips and pull him towards you, “Hold on, Jin has to have condoms in here.” He says, lifting off the bed. “It’s ok. I'm clean. Besides, I want you to have me, all of me. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you Yoongi.” You watch his eyes widen and his cheeks blush. “I’ve never done it without... I mean.... I'm clean also and I feel the same about you. Hell, I've been waiting four years to find out how this k-drama ends.” You giggle at his comment, squealing when he climbs the bed and kisses you again. He stops for a moment, looking deeply into your eyes, “Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m sure.” He kisses you softly now, bringing his cock to your entrance. He slowly rubs his tip through your slit, coating it in your lust, sure to tease at your clit before circling your entrance. “Don't tease.” You growl, needing so desperately to be filled. “My word Y/N, so needy.” He says while licking your ear. “Yoongi!” You whine, taking his wrist and trying to urge him to move inside you but he firmly holds himself in place just outside your entrance. You drop your head back on the bed, groaning in protest. “God, you truly are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He confesses, sliding his cock firmly inside your warmth until he bottoms out. The stretch causes you to cry out into the room, Yoongi shushing you immediately. “Please baby, I don’t want Jin to kill me before I’ve had my fill of you.” “Feels so good.” You moan. “It gets better, I promise.” He smiles against your neck, moving his hips slowly, massaging your walls. You can’t help but moan and writhe beneath him, the feeling too good. “Oh man, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me, so tight.” Yoongi whispers, moving faster now. You begin hitching your hips upwards to meet his thrust, loving how his cock touches places no other man has ever touch.

“Faster.” You pant, moving your hips quicker, clenching your walls when his tip reaches your entrance for a tighter grip when he thrust back into you. “Ah, shit, fuck,” Yoongi curses after four rounds of this, “You’re going to be the death of me.” He pulls out fully, the emptiness you feel pulling a whine from your throat. He glides his shaft through your sopping lips watching your facial expressions the entire time. “Sorry baby, I need a minute.” He smirks, massaging you like this for a bit. “Enough!” You growl, shoving Yoongi onto his ass and straddling him. You align his slick cock with your entrance and waste no time filling yourself up with him again, the both of you moaning in unison. “That’s never going to get old.” Yoongi groans. You begin riding Yoongi slowly, the feel of his large hands on your hips aiding you, cause your skin to goose. “That’s its baby, nice and slow, look at me. I want to see you fall apart.” He whispers to you. You pull away from his body, hips still moving slowly, the sound of his cock gliding in and out of your slick filling the room. You look deep into his eyes, feeling your face heat and your pussy drench even more. His mouth falls open and he begins to grip your hips tighter, moving you quicker now. “You’re so wet for me baby. You’re dripping all over my cock, all over Jin’s bed.” He chuckles, choking on a moan when you clench around him.

“Lean back, rest your hands on my thighs.” He instructs. You do as your told, thrusting forward, gasping when he begins to twirl his thumb against your clit. “Yoongi!” You cry out, your cunt clenching tighter and tighter with every twirl of his finger. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” He urges and you close your eyes, focusing only on the sweet burning that builds from deep within your core, slowly making its way up into your belly, dancing around your heart before making a crash landing into your brain. Your head falls back and you can’t hold back the guttural moan that escapes your throat. You open your eyes to meet Yoongi’s blown out gaze, loving how turned on he is just from watching you come undone. You move forward and wrap your arms around his neck, bouncing up and down his length like a woman mad, pulling moan after moan from deep within his chest. “Your turn baby, cum for me, I want to feel you fill me.” “Oh fuck! Don’t stop. I’m so close.” Yoongi grunts, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck and the other grasping a handful of your ass. He grips your flesh hard, ramming up into your battered pussy hard, his breath becoming labored with each thrust. “Gonna fill you up now baby. Make you mine.” He grunts, his pace faltering, his grip tightening on your ass. He soon shoves his cock deep into you, pressing firmly against your cervix, a sobbed moan leaving his pout. His cock twitches inside you, his hot seed shooting out along your walls. He lowers his hand from your neck to grip your other ass cheek, moaning into your neck, moving you up and down slowly on his cock, the rest of his orgasm spilling out of him and soon you.

He begins peppering your neck, jaw, and lips with kisses, bringing all movement to an end. “That was amazing.” He pants. “Worth the wait?” You ask. “Absolutely worth the wait. You have always been worth the wait.” You both laugh together, showering each other with kisses. “Hey, Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?” He asks cutely. “Sure, but I got one better.” You say, his brows raising up. “What’s that?” “Do you want to be my boyfriend Min Yoongi?” He smiles wide, gums exposed, your heart flipping in place. “More than anything else in this world.” He kisses you deeply, pulling your body close to his in a full hug. “Please tell me you are not having sex on my bed?” You both jump, finding Jin at the bedroom door. “Jinnie.” You mutter. “Oh, shit.” Yoongi breaths out. “Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me or else no one is going to be dating anyone, because you’ll both be dead.” “Hyung, let me explain.” “No, you know what, I’ve had too much to drink. This is a dream. I’m going to go back downstairs and back into my body and when I open my eyes in the morning, this nightmare will be over.” Jin declares, walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. “Shit. I thought we were for sure dead. What the hell was that?” Yoongi asks confused. “Our queue to get the hell out of here and head to my room if you ever have plans of seeing tomorrow.” You both scramble, tossing on what clothes you can, Yoongi stopping you as you get to the door. “Hey, do you mean it? Do you really want to be my girlfriend?” “Yeah, I do. I’ve been waiting so long for the right moment to be with you Yoongi. This is it. Why wait any longer?” He smiles wide, kissing you softly. “You’re right. You’ve always been right.” He kisses you again. “And you’ve always been wrong but that’s what makes this special.” You whisper, grabbing his hand and leading him towards your room, your heart full.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x you #suga x reader #anon request

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ofmermaidstories · 3 years ago

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Spoilers for the latest chapter of Something!

I'm gonna go ahead and apologize now because this is long; please feel free to ignore my wordy ass, I just have a lot of feelings about a certain someone that showed up in the new chapter lol.

I am still trying to get my shit together enough to write a proper review, but I did want to come yell at you for making the grape boy somewhat likeable, like...

Firstly, how??? Secondly, why?????!?!

Lmao, in all seriousness tho, it's nice to see him have a personality that isn't just "Mmmm, tits" *drools* I like to think that everyone in the series grows up and (mostly) out of the worst of their habits, and while Mineta is still a bit of a lecher here he isn't nearly as offensive/creepy as he comes off in show. In fact he's actually sympathetic in a lot way. The bit about seeing his first dead body before "getting laid" hit different like... He tries to play it off like a joke, but dude has to have just as much PTSD as the rest of them, maybe even more given that he wasn't able to fight back in the same way as someone like Bkg or Deku would be able to with their super powerful offensive quirks. They were all just kids, but they had to face hell full on from jump, and let me stop before I get too in my feelings lol.

In a lot of ways, he reminds of you the boys from school — crude. Taking for granted the safety from being in a pack, unchallenged. Leering at posters, saying off-colour things because no one corrects them.

That's exactly the way I view him, just a crude little thing that refuses to be put in his place for long lol. Still, with his being a hero I would hope that he keeps a cap on it while he's on the job--in fact I'm sure he does; if he didn't I'm sure that Aizawa would've yanked his licence by now, the likes of Deku and Kiri wouldn't continue to associate with him, and that's saying nothing of the shit that would get posted to social mead and such. I feel like the only reason he says what he says to the Reader is b/c she's a little gremlin herself and he knows he's got a bit more leeway, yanno?

The little hangout session that they had at the end of the chapter was weirdly heartwarming?? I want a friend(???) that I can be a surly little shit with and draw on and that will call my bf that's not really my bf but should be my bf because he's (that is Mineta) got more emotional intelligence than me lmao. Never thought I'd see the day when the grape would make for such an excellent wingman--tho I gotta wonder what that text he sent to Deku said. Probably something along the lines of "come get yo girl, she must be bored/lonely af because she asked to hang out with me" followed by "are you ever gonna close the deal or not? or have you already hit it??? >:)" just to give the guy an extra push (or maybe he's got a better sense of self-preservation than what I give him credit for, idk lmfaooo...)

Okay, this is WAY too long, I just had to get it out of my system lol. I loved the new chapter lots and I cannot wait to see how things play out in the next one!!

LOL, oh Puck, i adore you sdlkfjsdlkfjsdlkfj

me being a shit-stirrer/asking myself questions i don’t have answers for under the cut

Cat asked me this question earlier today, actually — why Mineta. And honestly? Part of it is the challenge he represents — like, how do you write him into a fic and mature him up so that he’s at the very least, tolerable, but also keep the backbone of his character (which is being a little degenerate). Like, is it possible? One of the most popular tags on ao3 for mineta minoru is something along the lines of “mineta minoru is replaced with shinsou hitoshi” LOL so…….. why didn’t I just use Shinsou? Or Aoyama or Iida, as Cat suggested? And beyond the part of me that delights in giving myself perceived challenges, there were two stark reasons that stuck out to me, when i was first mulling over his inclusion.

1) the fact that he can draw. it’s literally as simple as that. ever since the BNHA exhibition opened up in Japan and it was revealed that there was a scene in there with a class blackboard and the kids having their little drawing competition — and that Mineta was objectively the most skilled — i was like, “i have to include that”. LOL. it’s like you say, Puck, our Reader is a little gremlin herself — i thought if I was going to write a Reader that could handle interacting with him (ie, be in a position to pay him out) it was going to be this one. I think being in the manga industry and starting out on this journey of creating and drawing a Shonen manga sort of put Reader in this unique position of… being in what seems like a boys’ club? So she’d be used to the male gaze within her field. I follow Horikoshi’s assistant (former assistant?) on twitter and let me tell you, that man is not shy about the things that he likes to draw LOL.

the 2) thing was the philosophy i’ve sort of accidentally given myself LOL and that’s the fact that — as a Bakugou stan, if i’m giving grace to a character who was a literal violent bully then………. i can use my magic powers and hand it around to the other characters, too, LOL. and like, i would argue that with Bakugou it’s different, like we’re currently seeing in the manga how he has grown and learnt and is actively changing, which is the key to any kind of redemption. do i think Mineta will ever undergo that in cannon? absolutely not lmao, i see him as being being Hori’s idea of comedic relief, he’s always going to be a horrible little degen. but i want it for him…… if only to justify why the boys of Class-A collectively ignore his bullshit, for the most part? Like, none of them actively call him out on it?? i think of the time he tried to climb the wall to spy on the girls in the onsen — and how it was literally only Iida scolding him and how it took a child to stop him. Or the one when he found the stupid hole into the girl’s changing room and while the boys all looked grossed out….. Jirou’s the one that point an end to that?????? I saw a TikTok (derogatory) suggesting how like, none of the girls of Class-A would trust Aizawa, as adults, because he didn’t do anything to put an end to Mineta’s bullshit, and it was a devastating suggesting. None of us want to believe that our favourites would be passively okay with this kind of behaviour, right?? Which means……. Mineta’s gotta change LMAO. And if Hori isn’t going to do it then imma borrow him and do it myself. Does it work? I have no idea LMAO i can’t judge anymore, my meter is broken. but i’m gonna work with what i’ve given myself and it either will, or it won’t LMAOOOO kldsfjlksdjflkdj fic is about having fun at the end of the day. :’)

But it’s like you point out, Puck — Mineta is also a child, when these kids get trotted out to their first War. And he’s also not as offensively built as the hard-hitters like Deku and Bakugou and Shouto are. Even if it’s not explored in the manga, that War is going to change them all somehow.

So, my gameplan for Mineta was to grab ahold of the tiny things about him — the talent for drawing, the like one [1] observation he has about the wreckage of the war/pro heroes during the war arc, his tears for Bakugou when B wakes up afterwards and how he tells Deku how cool he was and how much he admires him, in the current Bring Deku Home chapters — and try to envision a sleaze bag who learns that the bullshit he pulls won’t be tolerated, even if he’s still ultimately a skeeze LOL. i mean, he’s never going to drop that er…. appreciation for the female form. and i mean, hey, live your best life King, i’ve distinctly noticed a hand-fetish floating around on this site lately so i’m not gonna be like “NO men can’t like ANYTHING”. But the thing with him being a sleaze and open with his leering is like, he’s actively made the girls of his class uncomfortable with that in the past — how do you write it so that he’s not doing that in a position of power with the women he works with (and saves!), as an adult?? Maturity only goes so far. How much can I bank on the war and the subsequent bullshit they’re gonna face from it on…. transforming him??? It shouldn’t be up to the girls he’s learning with to police him, they’re just children. I have a vague gameplan for it — whether or not it works will be one thing; whether i can naturally shove it into the fic is another, LOL. Guess we’ll see. 🧐

SAYING ALL THAT,,,,, i’m actually really glad you liked (???) the ending scene with him because it’s my favourite LMAO lkdjflkdsjflkdjfkldsjf. 😭😭 Reader is by no means perfect, and she and Mineta both need to start treating each other with more respect, but her bullying of him was fun to write and I like imagining a Mineta who considers himself to be close with Deku (whether or not Deku thinks the same is up for debate) going along with it. i could see this version of Mineta being enough of a shit-stirrer to say something like, “gotta lock that shit down” to Deku LMAO kdfjlkdsjflkdsfjdklsfj and then getting left on a skyscraper somewhere…. RIP short King.

#the puckish rogue: adventures and magic 🪄✨🔮#something just like this - fic #mer-spoils-everything #ofmermaidstories-asks #mermaids talks about 🍇#puck you are always thoughtful and lovely with your comments and i want you to know how much i appreciate them — but mostly how much #i appreciate you for existing in this world 😭 and how by chance we exist at the same time and like the same things 😭💕🌷

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nanasarea · 5 years ago

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Park Jisung as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: jisung x idol!reader

Requested

Word count:1757 (dear lord, the longest in the idol bf series damn...)

a/n: this is more of a jisung as your bf in general, not so much the idol aspect sorry. Also yes, i ended up writing about jisung having a baby, sue me, I’m in jisung hours now! also do i even need to say it’s not proofread at this point?

Haechan / Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Renjun / Jaehyun

you were in the same dance class when you were younger

so you were friends way before either of your debuts

like when you knew each other when he was an smrookie

and of course, both of you being talented dancers

you were both training under companies at a rather young age

and it isn’t easy being a trainee regardless of your age

but because you were both still in school

and so young

you knew you should stick together

let’s say you had chemistry homework

but you also had vocal lessons

i’m not saying he would help you

because he wouldn’t

but he would be there to motivate you

and study his own school work

so you weren’t alone

it’s safe to say you were each other’s motivation when it came to school

he would also insist on his mom picking you up from school and driving you to the company when your mom couldn’t

same would go reversed

not that either of your moms minded

they found it adorable

and they shipped you both anyway so

that means him and his family coming over for dinner

and you and yours going to theirs for dinner

and your moms would document all of your childhood memories

they would bond over it

since you didn’t have time to make any friends in school,

you both valued your friendship a lot

he ended up debuting before you

and you teased him a lot

until he “taught” you how to ride a hoverboard

and you ended up falling in the first 4 seconds

then he would tease you

and you’d now understand how hard his dances really were

you met most of his members when they were smrookies

but you didn’t know renjun and chenle that well

so whenever you could,

you would hang out with each other

and become very close

which is why they were all so supportive when you ran into their dorms and yelled that you were debuting

you end up having a little celebration

when you actually did debut,

they were so hyped

especially jisung

he streamed your mv so many times

he knew every detail of every scene in the mv

which was adorable

the fans knew you were childhood friends so they absolutely loved your interactions

which meant your company/companies being like

WE COULD MAKE MONEY FROM THAT

so they make sure you have a collab stage

like really early in your debut

and it was kinda awkward

but because you knew each other beforehand

you felt completely fine

at this point, your moms were betting on when you’d start dating

to which you would both just blush and tell them to stop

you end up going on so many variety shows together

mainly dance specials

and everyone finds you too adorable

like everyone ships it

but they’re kinda lowkey about it because they don’t want to make you uncomfortable

not the case of his members tho

or yours

you can’t tell me jaemin’s hiatus wasn’t just him laying in bed, resting and planning your wedding

you can’t

taeyong ends up asking him why he hasn’t asked you out yet

he just blushes

it wasn’t until you were both a bit older

and you were at an award ceremony

where everyone was complimenting you

like your dress, makeup, hair, etc

that he realized he liked you

seeing you like that and realizing he needs to stop looking at you as his little childhood friend

and start looking at you as an adult

or somewhat of an adult

he can never look at you as an adult

because he would always have the image of you

with 6 empty chocolate milks around you

and a gummy worm hanging from your mouth

as you tried your best to color the coloring book correctly

but hey, you were always going to have the imagine of him

hanging from monkey bars

after he finished his 5th scoop of ice cream

and laughing because he overheard someone say a fart joke

ANYWAY

he starts seeing you as an adult

kinda

and he gets slightly jealous when everyone compliments you

so after that, he goes to taeyong and jaehyun

and asks for dating advice

jaehyun just yells

“wooooo! you should know my usual boba order by now, right, lee?”

These fuckers bet on how long it would take for jisung to realize his feelings

and jaehyun would regrets only asking for a free boba when he won

but he’s way too happy about winning to care

it ends with half of 127 and half of dreamies giving advice,

the other halves teasing

and wayv cooing on the phone as they were in china at the time

it takes him like 5 months till he confesses

he’s a nervous baby let him be

and when he does get the courage,

he takes you to an amusement park

you don’t go on any of the rides

because he’s scared

but you do play the games and eat food

you even watch the fireworks

which is when he finally holds your hand for the first time

you did a lot of skinship before

like when you were friends

but it wasn’t like this

it was cute

he was so nervous

your palms were both sweaty from nervousness

but neither of you cared

you were just happy to enjoy the moment

that got cheesy

he even walked you to your dorm

like to right in front of your door

which is when he hesitantly gave you a kiss on the cheek

but you wanted a real kiss so you gave him a proper kiss

and he ended up almost tripping on his way to the elevator

where he smiled to himself

and tried to calm himself down

so the members wouldn’t see him like this

but they did

they teased him

and just yelled with him

“our baby had his first kiss!” -jaemin

“life is going way too fast! weren’t you like 3 years old yesterday?!”- jeno

“how come he’s 2 years younger and already getting more action than me?!” -renjun

the others find out

and tease him

mostly they just congratulate him tho

“wooo! our baby is becoming a man!” -taeyong

“doyoung, hold me, i’m emotional!” -johnny

“when’s the wedding?” -taeil

“wedding? i always cry at weddings...” -jungwoo

“no weddings! yet!” -kun

“yeah! he’s not getting married before me!” -jaehyun

they might have gone a bit overboard

but can you blame them

it’s their baby we’re talking abt

they still see him as the little toddler from when he was on mickey mouse club

also you end up not telling your parents right away

and they keep match making

so you end up being like

“Mom, we’re already dating, you can stop”

cue both of your moms get excited

like they’re already talking about being the best grandmas

and having the cutest grandchildren

even tho you’ve only been together for 2 months

something tells me he’d be the type to want to have matching everything

phone cases

(probably anna and kristoff ones)

then profile pictures

jewelry

clothing

anything and everything

he’d find it so cute

speaking of matching profile pics

the fans would realize what was going on

when you would match your pfps

so your company/companies were like

yes, they’re dating, no one is surprised...anyway 127 comeback

your dating announcement is like super chill

mainly because everyone was waiting for it

also i feel like he’d always be playing with your hair

and fixing it

like all the time

a single hair out of place?

we can’t have that!

his hands are in your hair already

would text you for advice while filming chenji’s this and that

and would always make something for you too

“chenle’s turned out more aesthetic but mine is made with love, so mine is better my default.”

also it wouldn’t matter if you’re older than him, the same age, younger than him

doesn’t matter

would want to hear you call him oppa

but immediately get shy after

also he’s an aquarius

so if you end up getting really random texts during the day

like during your schedules

don’t be surprised

like he’s already maknae on top

so he will rebel to like some of the things you say

“jisung! we need to get back to filming in 3 minutes!”

“but weeee!” -jisung going down the slide for the 5th time

cries when you joke about leaving him there

speaking of crying,

we all know he’s emotional

and cries easily

so he just runs to you whenever he wants to cry

and just placed his head on your shoulder

to hide his facial expression

but it’s okay

you’ve already seen everything from the random snaps you get every day

he might not know how to comfort you at first

but he will learn

and he’s pretty mature for his age

so he would take comforting you very seriously

he’s a really good listener

so he would love to just hear you vent to him

it would kinda boost his ego a bit too

like he’s the one who you’re venting to

yknow what i mean?

but also he protects you very well

you get scared of a spider

he goes all manly mode

and gets rid of it for you

doesn’t like to admit it,

but he thinks about you a lot

and your future

like once you two grow out of your idol lives

and into a more adult life

where you get married

and have kids

kids who tease their uncles (aka nct members)

because THE maknae on top was their teacher after all

speaking of weddings

his older brother got married

and obviously you were his date

and everyone kept looking at you two

asking when it was your turn

your mom said “hopefully soon”

“mom, we don’t have time, we have busy schedules”

“but one day...”

time jump to when the news breaks about your engagement

and everyone is crying

they watched you both grow up and now you’re getting married??

what???

the announcement was everywhere

also you don’t announce anything about a child

one day, you just both post a picture of your daughter

with a caption like

“she’s so cute, i knew my genes were good.”

or something like that

and everyone goes wild

nation’s babies having a baby?

legend says chenle’s screaming caused 2 earthquakes that day

to sum it up: nation’s babies turned nation’s it couple because jisung is the best boyfriend you could ever have asked for

.....i might have gone way more invested than i thought i was going to. Do i regret it tho? hell no. Am i emotional now because I pictured adult Jisung with a baby? hell yes.

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notalwaysthevillian · 4 years ago

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Parent Trapped

Warnings: Kissing, medication mention

Pairings: Romantic Remile, platonic LAMP

Word Count: ~1.7k

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Chapter 14: What Do We Do First?

The Picani twins took to calling Remy ‘Dad’ almost immediately. Seeing how happy it made their own father, the Sanders boys did the same to Emile.

The first time Logan said it to Emile, he almost cried. Tears welled up in his eyes and he’d gently hugged Logan, making sure it was alright first. Logan hugged him back tightly and let out a soft sigh before heading up to his room.

Over the course of the rest of the boys’ sophomore year, Remy was working up the courage to have a very particular conversation with Emile. Every time he thought he was ready, he chickened out, opting for anything else.

Emile wasn’t stupid, and he could tell Remy had something he wanted to talk about. But the beginning of the year was a busy time for him. There were many people who decided that their resolution would be to finally go to therapy, and Emile was picking up clients left and right.

By the time everything evened out, and those who decided therapy wasn’t for them had dropped it, April had rolled around. The first time Emile truly had a break was the weekend of Roman’s musical.

“I’m headed to the school! See you after!” Roman was shouting into the house as Emile came home.

Emile ducked around him, giving him a high five. “Break a leg.”

“Thank you!”

Roman zipped off, hopping in with Tanya Task, who was waiting at the end of the driveway. The two of them headed off to the school.

Logan cleared his throat, getting everyone’s attention. “We’re going to go hang out in my room until it’s time for dinner. Unless you want help?”

“No,” Remy cut in, realizing what Logan was trying to do for him. “We’ve got it. You probably don’t want to see us sneaking kisses anyway.”

“Is it sneaking if we know you’re doing it?”

Patton giggled at Virgil’s question before heading upstairs behind his brother.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as Emile and Remy expertly moved around each other as they made dinner. The routine was comfortable, the two of them “sneaking” kisses as they went along.

Once the sauce was simmering with the pasta noodles, Emile slipped onto one of their stools. “What’s been on your mind recently?”

“Should’ve known you noticed,” Remy said, before biting his lip. “There’s a conversation we need to have. But I don’t think we should have it while our kids are spying on us.”

A loud gasp came from the staircase, followed by scrambling footsteps as the boys darted upstairs.

Emile stood, taking Remy’s hands in his. “I’m hoping it’s a good thing we need to talk about, but whatever it is, we can have a mature conversation.”

“Oh, god, of course it’s a good thing, Em!” Linking their fingers together, Remy pressed a kiss to Emile’s forehead. “It’s about moving forward, not back. I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

Remy wrapped his pinky around Emile’s, looking at him with all the love in his heart. “Pinky promise.”

“Apologies for ruining the moment, but I’d rather not eat burnt pasta.”

Both parents dove for the stove. Remy clicked the knob to turn off the heat while Emile yanked the pot off, moving it onto a hot pad.

“Thanks, Logan.”

As the boys set the table, Remy ran a hand through his hair, huffing a little. He’d avoided the conversation again, even though it hadn’t been his intention.

Tonight. He thought to himself, smiling as Emile moved around the table, scooping out portions. We talk tonight.

After everyone had eaten their fill and they’d cleaned up, it was time to head over to get seats for Roman’s show.

“But it starts at 7, Em.” Remy said as Emile drove them over to the school.

Emile shook his head, but anyone could see the small smile on his face. “It starts at 7, yes. But we need to go now so we can get decent seats.”

“Yeah, the best seats tend to be taken by 6:15, if my notes are any indication.” Papers ruffled before Logan spoke again. “Of course, Roman may have gotten the privilege of saving seats for family, but that would technically only apply to the Sanders.”

Turning around, Remy noticed the look on Logan’s face. He simply gave him a nod, the two of them breaking into grins.

It wasn’t surprising that Logan had figured it out. It wasn’t as though Remy had been trying to hide it.

Emile pulled into a parking spot, everyone heading to the front doors. They were joined in the lobby by the other Tasks, the kids all paying for their tickets and heading in to save seats while the adults talked amongst themselves.

“Tanya has been so excited for tonight. I’m so glad she got cast as Elphaba, it’s been her dream role for years.”

Remy laughed. “Yeah, that’s how Roman was last year. He was so excited to play Cinderella’s Prince.”

They talked for a little while longer, before Emile tugged on Remy’s arm. “Rem, the lights are flashing, we’ve gotta go!”

Emile and Remy gave the Tasks a wave goodbye before hustling to their seats. As soon as they’d taken their jackets off and gotten settled, the lights were dimmed completely.

The show went on without too many issues. At one point Roman’s mic hadn’t been turned on, but he managed to project enough that the hanging lights picked up his voice.

During Dancing Through Life, Roman absolutely killed it. The crowd cheered loudly as the music faded, and everyone could see the giant smile on Roman’s face before the lights dimmed.

As the lights came up at the end of the show, the entire audience was on their feet, whistling and clapping.

The Picanis and Sanders made their way to the lobby. Within just a few minutes, the cast came out, making their way to their respective families.

Roman rushed over, giving Patton a bear hug. He gestured for the other boys to join, giving them space as they obliged.

“What did you think??”

“You did amazing!” Patton gushed, jumping up and down in place. “Fiyero is such a good part for you!”

Giving Patton another hug, Roman turned to Logan. “Thanks for the help with the choreography. That little rhyme you made up helped me so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

“V? What did you think?”

Virgil glanced up from fiddling with his sleeves. “You were really good. I can tell that your range has gotten better. Not that it was bad or anything last year, but-”

Roman laid a hand on his shoulder, stopping the explanation. “I get you, no worries.”

“Roman! We’re taking a cast picture!”

“Gotta go, can’t make Elphaba mad.” The joke got a laugh out of the family, and a few of the surrounding crowd. “I’ll meet you guys at home later, we’ve got that cast party tonight.”

“Be home by 11, and stay safe!” Emile called after him as Roman disappeared into the crowd.

“Can we go?” Virgil’s voice was nearly a whisper. He had pulled his hood up and was tugging on the strings.

Emile and Remy exchanged guilty glances before quickly getting the boys back out to the car. Once they were on the road, Remy saw Virgil’s shoulders relax from the rear-view mirror.

“I’m sorry we didn’t leave sooner.”

The two locked eyes in the mirror, Virgil nodding. “It’s okay.”

“Hey, it’s okay to be anxious, remember?” Emile said, his tone gentle. “Do we need to change your medication? You made it through the adjustment period.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll give Dr. McCall a call tomorrow and we’ll get an appointment set up.”

Remy just barely heard Logan whisper, “I can come with if you want. I’ve been doing some research.”

The boys ran upstairs as soon as they got back home. Logan and Virgil were going to look up some of the medications that Logan had looked into, while Patton worked on a diorama.

Swallowing his nerves, Remy grabbed Emile’s hand. “Hey, Em? Can we talk? Good things, I swear.”

“Of course.”

Emile sat down on the couch, watching as Remy paced back and forth. “Do you need therapist Emile or boyfriend Emile?”

That cut the tension, letting Remy get a laugh out. “Boyfriend Emile. And, that’s….kind of what I wanted to talk about.”

“Rem.” Emile’s eyes were getting wide. “Are you proposing?”

“No! I mean, not right this second.” Remy let out a deep sigh. He pushed his hair back, hand bumping into his sunglasses. Taking them off, he played with them in his hands. “But...if I were to do so in the future?”

“Oh, honey, I’d love that!” Grabbing Remy’s face, Emile pulled him into a quick kiss.

Resisting the urge to continue, Remy pulled back ever so slightly. “There’s one more thing. It’s about the kids. We...well, we already pretty much co-parent. I’d like to adopt them.”

That made Emile give him a soft smile. “While I wholeheartedly agree, and I want to adopt your boys as well...we should wait.”

“What?”

“I’m worried what Virgil might think if we adopted them before we were married.” Emile started to explain, threading their fingers together. “He might be afraid that you’ll leave me and then he’d have to deal with two households.”

Leaning so that their foreheads touched, Remy asked, “He’d be afraid or you would be?”

“...maybe a bit of both.”

“Emile Thomas Picani.” Remy started, dropping to one knee. “This isn’t a proposal, but rather a pre-proposal. I love you more than anything on this earth, second to my sons only. If I asked for your hand in marriage, what would you-“

“Yes!” Emile cut him off, pressing their lips together once more, but with more urgency. “Yes, Remy, I will agree to marry you whenever you choose to propose.”

“You’re perfect.”

“Uno reverse.”

The two giggled, falling into each other’s arms and talking as they waited for Roman to get home.

#platonic moxiety #platonic logince #platonic lamp #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #emile picani

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hetacon · 4 years ago

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Prom Queen: Chapter 5

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Word Count: 1,920

Pairings: Endgame Prinxiety, Platonic LAMP, more could be included at a later point

Warning: Swearing, mentions of p*rn, mentions of drugs and underage drug use, slight internal panic attack

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Summary: The popular kids were interesting for sure, they definitely weren’t exactly like Virgil had expected them to be but at the same time they kind of were.

(Make sure you read all the way to the end if you want to hear my thoughts on the chapter, and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this story, my art, or writing! I hope you guys enjoy!)

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Music blared through Virgil’s headphones as he and Roman sat with the popular kids again. Virgil wasn’t feeling up to talking much with them today so he had out his sketchbook, mindlessly making marks on the page. He was totally spacing out, too occupied by his latest worry of the week.

He very nearly jumped out of his skin as one of his earbuds was pulled out of his ear and he scrambled to pause the My Chemical Romance song that he’d been playing to drown out his thoughts the best he could, putting his phone face down in his lap. Virgil registered the person next to him laughing loudly at his jumpiness and he looked over to see Nick nearly doubling over from how hard he laughed.

‘It really wasn’t that funny, you scared me asshole,’ Virgil thought bitterly to himself before mentally shaking his head. ‘He didn’t do anything rude.. Well, that rude, calm down Virgil, you’re overreacting again. These are Roman’s friends, they’re starting to like you.’

“Sorry dude but that was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen, holy crap,” Nick chuckled, leaning back as he crossed his arms. He looked over to Virgil finally and nodded. “So what was up with that? You looked like you were about to shit yourself.”

Virgil’s brows furrowed. “Force of habit, I guess,” he muttered out.

“Oh yeah? What were you doing, watching porn or some shit?” A grimace came over Virgil’s face as Nick asked but he tried to not look too disgusted.

Quick, what was the appropriate answer? How did people usually talk about that type of stuff? Should he take it seriously? Consider it a joke? Punch him in the arm like the jocks he saw all the time in his physics class?

Luckily, Roman cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow. “Hey, that’s not cool, he’s clearly not comfortable, Nicholas,” he said, giving Nick a leveling look.

Nick put his hands up and shrugged. “Only joking dude, what he does with his time is his business. Wouldn’t blame him if it was though!” Another laugh rang out as one of the other guys sitting next to Nick punched him in the arm, much to Virgil’s satisfaction. At least someone punched him.

“Gross, shut the hell up!” the person who punched Nick told him with an obnoxiously grating laugh. “You’re sick, dude.”

Virgil tried to ignore the conversation but as he tried to put his earbud back in, he noticed Nick had it in his ear. He just couldn’t get away from them could he? He signed up for this admittedly though.

“Sorry, anyways, Virge, why’d you jump like that, for real?” Nick finally asked as he and the other guy stopped spitting insults at each other.

“I have strict parents, they don’t like anything remotely mature. They always call my stuff out if it has language in it so I just don’t let them see any music I listen to anymore,” Virgil found himself explaining, opening his phone to play a popular song that had been making the rounds around school rather than continuing through “I’m Not Okay (I Promise)” like he desperately wanted to. Just one more thing Virgil had to be careful of. No more of his own music at school from now on, got it.

“Fuck, strict parents suck! Like, seriously, let me live my fucking life!” Nick scoffed out. “I just want to vape in fucking peace, they don’t need to get all pissy about it. It’s my fucking life right?”

Virgil looked up to Roman for a possible escape from the conversation, Roman knew he wasn’t a huge fan of people even talking about drugs, but Roman was staring down at his phone, texting someone. He looked upset anyways, Virgil probably shouldn’t make him feel worse.

“I mean, I don’t know, my parents aren’t the worst. I know they love me even if they aren’t good at showing it.”

“Nah, parents are assholes, adults are assholes really. They act like they can control you, it blows!” Nick complained.

Virgil only half-listened to the conversation, the other half of his attention going to trying to not have a panic attack. He took a look at the time and put away his sketchbook after making a mental note that he didn’t get very far into the sketch.

“Hey Virge, mind getting something with me real quick?” Roman asked and Virgil’s head snapped up as he nodded quickly.

The two started to walk off in the direction of their classes, Roman letting out a sigh when they were far enough.

“That wasn’t nice of him, sorry for not really... Doing much. I know you don’t like attention being drawn to you, I didn’t know if you wanted me to step in or not.”

“No, it’s fine! I’m just, you know, getting to know your friends I guess!” Virgil laughed out a little too brightly for his usual attitude. He’d been acting more like that around Roman though lately, Roman barely seemed to notice from what he saw.

“Are you sure..? I know you really don’t like those topics and he was practically steamrolling over any chance for you to stop him. I should’ve stepped in, I’m sorry,” Roman said with a hand rubbing his temple. Virgil watched him closely, noticing the way his shoulders locked up. He clearly looked beyond displeased.

“If it’s just for my comfort, I’m fine. I’d tell you if anything was happening, yeah? It’s what best friends do,” Virgil hummed out with a smile, bumping Roman’s shoulder with his own as they continued walking.

Roman glanced over wearily, a small smile on his face as the bell finally rung, signifying the start of class. “Yeah,” he merely replied, before the two parted ways.

The popular kids were interesting for sure, they definitely weren’t exactly like Virgil had expected them to be but at the same time they kind of were. The group was a bit fluid, some of the people that Virgil and Roman sat with tended to stay every day while others came and went. There wasn’t a super strict clique structure that was upheld but there didn’t seem to be a lot of the nerdier groups represented by the group, it mostly consisted of jocks, preps, and random drifters who tended to throw good parties. All of them had some sense of social standing in the school, many people knew them, and they were generally liked outside of the some of the people in the “lower” social statuses. Virgil definitely fit into at least one of these lower statuses but he seemed to be getting a pass due to being Roman’s friends. Luckily the theater kids were essentially accepted as popular kids even if some would be inclined to disagree.

Most of the conversations they got into wasn’t anything that interested Virgil, it mainly consisted of them complaining over homework and “strict” teachers (Seriously, why the hell would teachers actually let someone vape in the middle of class?) and their parents as well as a shit ton of gossip. There was literally so much gossip. So and so cheated on her boyfriend when he was cheating on her too, someone ended up getting in trouble for a tip-off about drugs in their backpack, these two kids got in a fight over some pointless drama and one ended up shoving off a teacher when they’d attempted to break off the fight. It was way more than Virgil thought was even going on at his school as he tended to stay away from pretty much everyone possible but regardless, it all was just as stupid as he expected. Virgil had no idea how they found any excitement out of talking about how people messed up or were fucked over by someone else. He wasn't sure what he was doing anymore but if nothing else, high school was supposed to be confusing right? That's what everyone always said, no one said anything different.

A sign of progress, if Virgil could even call it that was when one of them decided to sit next to him in his English class. The two of them would chat though Virgil barely managed to understand or be engaged in the conversation half of the time. Virgil definitely hated him when he asked Virgil to make up an excuse for him while he vaped in the bathroom and Virgil barely managed to sputter out that he told Virgil he felt a little nauseous but would be ok. It was insane to see the guy come back and roll with the excuse when the teacher asked if he needed to go to the nurse when he got back. Virgil felt his stomach curl when he shot him a wink with a click of his tongue.

"So hey, I was thinking you guys, we've all been pretty busy lately," Patton said as Logan was driving them out for lunch after school.

"Yeah? What's up Pat?" Roman asked, leaning against Virgil in the backseat. Virgil very slightly leaned in, finally relieved to have it just be the three of his closest friends surrounding him as Dodie played on the radio. This was nice, it seemed more simple like this, Virgil almost forgot all his worries as the conversation started up.

"I was thinking about us doing something over fall break and whatnot! Unless there are family plans and whatnot which is cool but I'm free and so is Logan so we wanted to see if you and Virgil would want to!" Patton grinned to Virgil.

"I dunno, it sounds good to me if you wanted to," Virgil told him, before looking over to Roman. "You in?"

Roman sighed and groaned loudly, running a hand over his face. "I so want to but it might be tricky scheduling, the theater teacher is being a bit of a bitch about rehearsing over break. I can't very well miss it and I don't want to promise I'll be there. But even if I can't find a way around it, you guys can absolutely do so and send me lots of pictures!" He gently nudged Virgil's shoulder and despite the heaviness Virgil felt in his gut, he nudged back, giving a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, it's cool. Pat and Logan and I will hang out, no problem. We'll make sure to make plans for the four of us sometime soon ok?" Virgil told him, the weight coming off of him slightly as Roman let out a relaxed laugh, hugging Virgil close. Virgil felt his face grow exceedingly hot but he tried to push down the feeling.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome, I love you guys so much!"

"Oh, are you guys going to need anyone to paint sets? You know I'm always down," Virgil offered, glad to hear the excitement in Roman's answer.

The conversation kept going, they meandered from that to a new show Roman and Patton had both started watching, Logan gave them some of the details of a new robot he was helping to code. Virgil even showed Roman some of his newly finished sketches in the leather bound book (which was now getting a fair amount of use) even if Roman had already seen them halfway done. It felt easy, it felt nice, and Virgil felt like he could breathe. And that scared him a little.

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It is absolutely so strange to write popular kids, I don’t think it’s going to be the easiest for me! Luckily the next chapter is going to be very popular kid free so I don’t have to worry about that! Honestly, their dialogue is the reason the chapters take so long! I don’t find things like gossip and whatnot interesting, it doesn’t make sense since I’m neurodivergent. I’m trying to not make it too stale, I really hope it’s not stale...

Interestingly enough, I’ve had people mess with me or my friends more than once in regards to stuff like hentai (considering I’m an anime fan) so I actually do have at least two experiences where stuff p*rn-related has been brought up as a way to make fun of the groups I was hanging with.

High school is wild and of the behavior I saw from people much further up on the social ladder than I ever was, they do some really weird stuff. I didn’t even see a whole lot, I just know I definitely didn’t like it.

Be prepared for some Patton and Logan time next chapter, I think Virgil deserves it after all of this!

#sanders sides #prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #multichapter #prom queen #stan writing

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Twinkle Trust (Yuta x reader)

hello! I am here with a fluff happy end Yuta imagine / one shot!

So far Yuta has been the character for my angst stories, but not here!

warning : none i guess. YUTA IS A FLIRT HERE, BUT A NICE ONE. He is also sweet.

ENJOY!!

You reach the front door of your best friend’s house. Passing the weight of the flavoured milk tea from one hand to another, you wait while mumbling how slow your friend is despite his young age.

You almost press the bell again just to be stopped when the doorknob turns and a young man with a big apologetic smile greets you through his fluffy pink bangs.

You gulp from the unfamiliar face; you remember Mark did not look like that he’s definitely taller and hit the gym more frequently than Mark. And when he flashed a second smile, you swore that was the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen in the entire universe. You never knew a man could give a gummy smile that charming.

“Oh! Sorry we were watching a film and did not hear your ring.”

“You must be (y/n)!” he opens the door wider and naturally offers you his hand to transfer the heavy drinks. You thank him for realizing the heavy load you have and being a gentleman for helping you take over it.

“I’m Yuta, oof these drinks are heavy I wonder why Mark told you to grab these all by yourself.” He questions as the two of you come into the house and drop the beverages to cool for a while in the refrigerator.

“Nah… That won’t happen between Mark and me, we’re as close as a sibling and he won’t bother making me bring all those heavy things.” You giggle, realizing how Mark never treat you special as a girl.

“Don’t trust him then,” Yuta smirks

It came out of the blue, but it triggers something inside your mind. Your body freeze and you popped your eyes out.

“Woah, funny.” You fiddle with the rope on your sweater, “That’s exactly what Mark said about you.”

Yuta grins and leans back over one of the counters, “Interesting! Mark is my favourite brother here.”

There’s something intriguing coming from this man with a healing smile, some sort of invitation to “come and try me, proof it whether Mark is right or wrong”

“Well, don’t be afraid… I am not harmful. Now shall we join the others. I’m pretty sure they’ll look for us if in five minutes we’re not back yet.” Yuta winks and you laugh from his quirky remark.

“Sure! I also want to beat Mark for not sending anyone of you to pick me up from the bubble tea place.”

“Well next time, you can always call me, and I’ll carry them for you.” Yuta walks in front of you and the two of you ascend to the second floor.

Mark and the boys greet you with big cheers, it’s been a while since you come to join Mark and his gang’s monthly movie night. Usually you join him and went for a sleep over, but as the two of you mature you skipped that part to keep you and your friendship relationship healthy.

Mark now lives alone for half a year, since his parents are away for a business trip. It’s been three months since you last step into this house. Lately you’re busy with college and you only meet Mark on impromptu library meet up, sudden appearance in your flat while he brings Chinese take outs, and of course whenever you two cross paths on a class or just between breaks.

“Hey there you are! Thought you’re still queueing for the drinks.” Doyoung remarks as he engulfs you into a hug. He’s one of the savage members that acts as if he doesn’t care about you when he’s the most overprotective one about your wellbeing.

“Well if Mark here knows how to treat me like a lady, I won’t be this late! Imagine walking two blocks under the scorching sun with one heavy bag of 10 drinks?! He did not even open the door for me and instead Yuta here, the sweet smiling man you all hide from me, is the one helping me.” You quacked as a matter of fact. You throw Mark a death glare and the man only pulls out his innocent smile and peace sign.

“Let’s have Johnny and Winwin take the drinks upstairs.” Jaehyun commands from a blanket fortress he is comfortable in.

“Oh wow didn’t see you there…” You shook your head and took a dive into that one empty space. The one and only spot always reserved for you, the right-hand side of the sofa.

“Remote is yours I guess; coz we’ve chose a lot of film and you’re coming back after like three months?” Taeyong tosses you the remote he has been holding.

The movie room Mark’s parents made for the group is spacious. With one big screen and a projector, one big sofa for seven adults, a fluffy carpet and of course four big bean bags. The lighting option also provide a calming and comfortable ambience. The built-in speakers are also enough to consider this room as a cinema!

You make yourself comfortable and choose a favourite movie of yours. The opening song echoes through the room and as the three guys distribute the drink, Jungwoo dimmed the lights.

Yuta takes the empty spot next to yours, since there was no other room and Mark doesn’t seem to not allow him. Though you did glance for a second at Mark, like naturally asking him through a glance if this is okay. Like a good brother, Mark frowned and wants to just jump and sit between the two of you. He doesn’t like the flirty look Yuta is giving to you, but who is he to forbid Yuta?!

An hour and a half into action, you found yourself already leaning so close to Yuta’s shoulder. You did not realize if that’s because of the movie, or you’re sleepy, or just because your body is attracted to him. You think it’s the tiredness that made you naturally leaning into whoever is beside you. In the dark room, you feel his warm hand creeps slowly into your shoulder, when you did not move nor reject him, he confidently pulls you closer into his embrace.

Your fingers press the blanket’s edges tightly as you feel Yuta’s hand slowly rubs soothing circle into your shoulder. His eyes were glued to the screen and not for once he spares a glance to you. You’re no longer focus on the film, bleh you remember every detail already and that’s why you’re so distracted with this tingling fluttery thing Yuta did to you.

You did not slap his hands nor pull away; no this is a different sense of affection and attention. His touches are not harassing, not naughty. His ghosting fingers are just tracing friendly lines over your arms, giving it some frictions and attentions. The quick gasp escaping from your mouth did not even surprised him. He only stops for a second, thinking you did not like it, but your stupid hand automatically reaches for his and the Japanese boy smirks.

He knows you did not mind, you like it. You’re blushing so hard right now, you feel so embarrassed and you just hope the sofa could eat you alive right now and then disappear.

Sadly that couldn’t happen and you’re still there going red in the dim room surrounded by ten men who are preoccupied by the film or at least by their foods. Judging how Jungwoo is pouring the popcorn bowl into his mouth and looking for more chips to swallow.

“You choose a nice movie (y/n)!” Johnny surprises you when the ending credit rolls and the lights are bright again.

You did not realize the movie had ended; well your mind is busy processing your heart. Yuta had stopped drawing abstract circles on your arms, no he stopped that long way ago. However, you feel your skin longing for his finger tips again. He is already sitting back in his normal position pretending he is focused on the movie, or he really did. No body caught the steamy action between you and Yuta, no body even has the slightest hint that your red cheeks were not result of the hot room. They’re blunt or they’re good brothers who did not want to be a cockblock.

“Shall we go out and eat? I’m hungry and I’m craving sushi!” Jungwoo breaks the silence since some of the boys are starting to yawn.

“Great I love sushi!” Yuta enthusiastically jumps from his couch.

“You wanna join?” Mark asks you, to which you nod eagerly.

“Let’s go, how do we split the cars?” You grab your phone and tidy up your shirt.

“You can join me in my car; I have one free seat.” Yuta quickly takes you as his partner and guess what, no one else is going into our car.

You thought they were being so considerate, or just don’t want to be a third wheeler.

No. apparently Yuta drives a two-seater sport car! Sexy!

The short journey to the sushi bar several blocks away from Mark’s house is heart-fluttering. Yuta looks so cool driving in his sport car, looking so ethereal when the wind blows his hairs through the open sunroof. You exchange laugh, jokes, and get to know each other well.

“So, we’re here!” He smiles to you after parking his car and closing the sunroof back.

You smile, “Thanks for the ride,”

“Ah the ride was nothing, what do I get for making the trip entertaining and the movie time .. how do I say it- fluttering?” he leans his body boldly to face you.

You giggle, this man is so bold and you did not wonder why Mark told you to be careful with him.

“Okay, what do you want? I can give you something for being a good companion today.” You give up and give in.

Yuta brings his hand to one lose strand of hair on your face. His big hand tucks them nicely behind your ear, then he whispers by your ear shell. His deep voice resonates and vibrates through your bones.

“Mind to give me your number?”

You feel goose bumps and shiver down your spine. This man over here, sure can make a girl or even man froze and die from heart attack. He is so unexpected and unpredictably flirty.

You smirk and open your palm, “Want me to type it in, or you want me to read it out loud?”

Yuta brings his gummy smile back and hands you his phone. You easily go to his phone book and add your number.

You quickly type in your number and name it under your favourite nickname.

Your phone then rings and you save his number to your phone.

“Angel?” Yuta questions when he sees you type in Angel as his contact name.

You shrug your shoulder, “Coz your first appearance was helping me? Then your smile really heals me.”

He nods his head slowly, ”I like that, hmm cute.”

“And what did you put in as your contact number?” Yuta scrolls his phone when you return it to him.

“Twinkle,” he reads in confusion but a small smile pops through his lips, “twinkle? Coz like your entire nature is dazzling in my eyes?”

You gasp and give him a thumb up “That is a better explanation than what I have in mind! I simply wrote Twinkle coz I see twinkle in your eyes when we’re together. I know it sounds lame, but we’ll go with yours.”

Yuta’s smile grows wider and you wish time can stop there, because whenever this sweet man smiles, you feel all of your problem disappear!

“Twinkle and Angel, hmm can’t imagine what cute pet names we will have when we’re together one day.” Yuta winks and leaves you speechless inside the car. He stands outside the door, laughing for a moment when he peeks into the window and sees you still shocked.

He waltz to your door and like a gentleman he is, opens the door for you.

You realize you look so stupid and probably everyone is already inside, quickly you step out of the car and walk side by side with Yuta into the restaurant.

The rest of the night, you sit beside Mark and Taeyong. Yuta takes the vacant seat beside Winwin and Jungwoo. You believe if he sits next to you, you won’t be able to focus on the dinner.

Mark keeps you entertained and ensures you’re eating well since the men here basically gobble things up. You laugh at Mark, for you know you will not go home unless your stomach is full.

Amidst the chaotic jokes and story time from the boys, your eyes meet Yuta’s and he just stares back at you while smirking and shrugging his shoulder lightly. He then focuses back on the fun and loud conversations, while you… you’re once again questioning your beating heart. Come on why are you like a teenage girl?!

Mark drives you home that night, since the other men are still new friends for you. Mark felt he is responsible for you. You thank him though and the ride back home was enough for you to catch on with one another.

You wave him good bye and as you’re about to step into your house, Mark stops you in your track.

“You know what, forget the time I told you to be careful around Yuta. He’s the most trust-worthy guy in the squad. Good night!” Mark pats your shoulder and dutifully returns to his car and with a big grin, he waves to you and presses his gas back to the road.

the end ✨

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Mr. And Mr. Sanders: A Love Story

When looking for evidence of 'opposites attract', you can look no further than the relationship between Logan and Patton Sanders. These two teachers are well known for being an open relationship through the decades that they've been working together.

Chapter 1: The Casual Days of a Married Gay Couple

One day, Patton decides to somewhat ruin Logan's serious reputation in favor of seeing him experience life and laugh more often.

For @kanene-yaaay, 305unreal.

I thought this would be a fun series to try and work on. I felt like writing some Logicality, and I started to wonder what it would be like to have married gay teachers in a school setting. Thus: this series was born! I hope you all enjoy!

Life as a high school teacher is most of the time, very interesting. Teachers often teach more than one subject, allowing them some variety in their day. A couple of the teachers teach a class, and also do a side job.

For example: One of the teachers is a child development teacher, and a resource teacher at the same time. He teaches two CD classes, and works on paperwork in the resource room the rest of the day. Sometimes, he overworks himself and has to get a supply teacher in for one of his class periods so he can catch up. But, he soon pulls himself into a good routine that rarely stresses him out too much. This teacher was Patton Sanders.

One teacher that teaches multiple subjects, is a man known as Logan Sanders. Logan is one of the school’s main English teachers. He was also given the chance to teach a couple history classes, since the main history teacher was on maternity leave. Though this probably would’ve stressed out most teachers, Logan was completely unphased by this new change. In fact, he was almost delighted to be teaching a history class! And to make things better, the kids were more attentive than he ever expected. He was almost thanking the main history teacher for being on maternity leave, so he could get this new opportunity.

Now, you’re probably wondering why both of the teachers had the last name ‘Sanders’. Was it because they were siblings? Were they twins? Were they related in any way? Well...Yes.

They are a married couple.

One day, the two teachers were hanging out in the teachers lounge while on break. Patton had gotten all caught up on his daily student updates, and had closed his laptop for the next hour or so. Patton stretched out his back and cracked his knuckles as he got out of his seat.

One of the teachers shivered and looked at Patton with worry. “Better be careful with how much you’re doing that. I heard it can cause arthritis.” the gym teacher mentioned to him.

“I have told you time and time again Smith:” The health teacher walked up to the gym teacher. “Cracking your joints does not cause arthritis.” She told him.

“Easy for you to say. I cracked my knuckles and wrists for years, and now look at me!” He showed off his wrists and hands. “I’m riddled with it!” He told her. Funnily enough, his hands and wrists were barely symptomatic.

The health teacher sighed and felt the pockets of inflammation in his wrists. “You’re overreacting. I know the diagnosis is heartbreaking for a fit man like you. But millions of people get arthritis! It’s a common hereditary disease. Your case is mild.” The health teacher told him.

The gym teacher sighed and sat himself down at the staff table.

Nearby, sitting on a couch with a laptop in his lap, was Logan. Patton hopped himself up to the couch and say down beside him. “Hi Logey.” He greeted.

“Good afternoon, Pat.” Logan greeted back.

“Whaaaat are ya workin’ on?” Patton asked.

Logan turned his laptop to face Patton. It was a powerpoint presentation on one of the WW1 battles.

“Oooooh! Getting into the big war?” Patton asked.

“Mm hmm. They already know what caused World War One, and we’ve already gone through a few of the battles.” Logan told him.

“Cool!” Patton reacted with a smile. Logan returned to working on the powerpoint, but didn’t really pay much attention to his husband. Patton’s smile dropped slowly as he started to notice this as well. Logan was just tappy-tappy-tapping away...not even noticing the man that had stolen his heart years ago.

Finally, Patton had enough. He gently grabbed his laptop, saved the powerpoint to the correct folder, and closed the laptop. “All done for now.” Patton told him.

“I...wasn’t.” Logan protested awkwardly.

“Well, I say you are.” Patton declared.

“Pat...you already finished your work. I haven’t finished mine, and I want to finish it while I still have the thought in my head.” Logan told him.

“Logabear: out of the both of us, you have the best memory.” Patton poked his head lightly, before moving his hair behind his ear. “I doubt you’re gonna forget something like that in an hour.” Patton mentioned.

“You’re being very dominating right now, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.” Logan admitted.

“Oooooh! Dominating, huh?” a teacher teased. A crowd of ‘ooooh’s filled the room as a wolf whistle was heard in the background.

“NO, that is NOT what I meant! I meant...like, loving! Comforting! Making me blush!” Logan told them.

“Awwww! You should see how blushy he can get!” Patton said to the teachers.

“Patton, is this necessary? I don’t- GAH!” Logan jumped and curled in as his side was squeezed.

“The most blushy he’ll get, is when he’s being tickled! Specifically on his ribs!” Patton told them as he skittered his fingers all over his sides and ribs.

“PAHAHAhahahat! Nohohoho! Nahahat ihihin frohohont ohohof- NO! NO NOT THERE! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan quickly bursted into laughter and threw his upper body back in a failed attempt to get away.

“Who’s a ticklish Logey? Who’s a ticklish Logabear? You are! YOU ARE!” Patton teased childishly.

“IHIHI AHAHAM NAHAHAT AHAHA CHIHIHILD, PAHAHAHAT! YOHOHOHOU KNOHOW THIHIHIS!” Logan protested through his laughter.

“But you’re always so mature! I wanna show everyone the playful, cute side of you I get to see everyday! It’s so cute and I wanna show it off to the world!” Patton told him happily.

“THEHEHE WOHOHORLD DOHOES NOHOHOT NEHEED TO KNOHOHOHOW!” Logan yelled.

“Awww! Is Logey gwowing embawwassed? Is Logey-pogey getting fwustered?” Patton whined in a little kid voice. “Don’t you smile! Doooon’t you smile! Doooon’t yoooou smile!” Patton teased further, causing Logan to grow a huge toothy grin with a blush as red as cherries.

“That’s so cute! Logan deserves all the love!” One of the teachers cooed.

“Out with the composed, and in with the cute.” another teacher added.

“I knew nerds were prone to be adorable, but I always assumed nerds lose their cuteness as they grow up! Looks like I was wrong.” Another teacher mentioned.

While Logan was getting tickled and teased by both Patton AND the teacher audience, someone else was watching the whole thing…

[Two hours later:]

Logan was nearing the end of an English work period, and most of the students had already handed in their assignments. Logan gave them a short writing exercise as a ‘ticket to leave’ quite a few minutes earlier, so it wasn’t a rushed hassle to get it done before the bell. It looked like the students managed to finish them really quickly because a pile of the small writing pages were on Logan’s desk, and the kids started coming together into their friend groups for the last few minutes of class.

One such group appeared to be laughing and having lots of genuine fun. So, Logan walked up to see what fun they were doing.

“What are you guys up to?” Logan asked.

“Uh oh...We’ve been caught by one of the serious teachers. Quick! Stop having fun!” one of the kids joked.

Logan rolled his eyes, but chuckled at the stupid statement.

“Come on guys, give him a break. See? He’s got a sense of humor too.” another student told them.

“Hey Cole: truth or dare?” One of the teens asked.

“Dare! Bring it on!” Cole replied with pride in his voice.

“I dare you to make us all your truth or dare partners.” She declared to him.

Cole widened his eyes and laughed as he got up. “Alright!” He replied.

Logan widened his eyes. “That is a very clever dare!” Logan reacted. “I am impressed.”

Cole smiled as he clapped his hands. “Okay. By a show of hands: Truth?” He called.

Only a couple people put their hands up.

“Or dare!” He called again.

The rest of the group threw their hands up immediately. Cole smirked as he thought about the size of the dare he’d need to do. “I dare all of you…” Cole paused mid-sentence to think of something fast. As he thought, Cole looked up at Logan and quickly felt his brain juices flow. “I dare all of you to tickle attack Logan!” Cole decided.

Hold up, WHAT?!

The kids turned to face him with a mix of confusion, and curiosity in their faces. “Is he even ticklish?” One student asked.

“I doubt a serious man like him would be ticklish.” Another student mentioned.

“Pat Sanders would say otherwise.” Cole mentioned.

Logan widened his eyes and slowly pointed his index finger at him in disbelief. “I...You- YOU SAW THAT?!” Logan reacted.

Cole chuckled as the kids suddenly started to see a different side of Logan. One of the kids walked up to him with curious eyes and her fingers wiggling. Logan immediately blushed and pushed the fingers away with an awkward chuckle. “Ohohokay...R-Remember what you learned in elementary school: hands off everyone, even the teachers.” Logan attempted.

The girl laughed. “You’re talking to a grade 12 class that’s half filled with adults!” She reacted, showing off the friend group. “You’re fine!”

The student walked right up to Logan and brought your hand up. “One squeeze?” She asked.

Logan just stared at the hand in pure awkwardness. Finally, after no answer yet no protest, the female student gently squeezed his side. Logan just about jumped 5 feet into the air and squeaked higher than a mouse! Logan covered his mouth and immediately felt his face heat up with a light red blush.

“T-Theresa…” Logan stepped another step back. “...No.” Logan warned.

“No...what?” Teresa asked.

Logan almost shrunk a few sizes down due to his embarrassment alone. “N-No...Nooo…” Logan struggled to get his words out.

“Nooooo…” She poked his side. “Tickling?” She poked with her left hand.

“Does,”

She poked his ribs. He squealed and backed up another step.

“This,”

She poked his belly. He hugged his stomach and cowered further from her.

“Tickle?” She asked, poking his arm.

Logan nodded and put his pointer finger up at her. “Teresa…” Logan kept it up. “...I...” Logan’s hand slowly fell. He had nothing to say. Even if he did, he would never be able to say it.

Teresa smirked as the rest of the kids stood up and started to surround the vulnerable teacher. Finally, Logan turned right around and ran for his life. He sprinted right out of his own classroom, and ran in long strides down the long hallway.

A pile of students were following right behind him, sprinting after him so they could tickle him to bits. Logan felt an immense amount of adrenaline...More than he’d ever felt in a long time. He could feel the floor almost vibrating with students’ steps as he struggled to run from the army of evil teenagers.

It was in this moment that Logan wondered: Why did I ever take this job?

Logan ran up a bunch of stairs and did all he could to not hit any other walking students in the hallway. He must’ve apologized roughly a thousand times as he sprinted and dodged people! Even as the hall monitor tried to stop the students, all the students spared them from being trampled, and kept on sprinting after Mr. Sanders.

Logan finally sprinted into the staff room as a lawfully neutral way to get away from them. Logan slammed the door with his back, and sprinted to the coat closet. Logan was so busy running away from the army of his evil students, that he didn’t even notice that Patton was in there! The child development teacher was trying to get some work done in peace. But that was slightly ruined (in a good way) by his hyper husband.

Wait a second...Hyper?!

Patton looked up and walked to the closet. “Logey? Sweety? Is that you?” Patton asked, opening the door.

Logan was panting profusely with a wobbly smile and a pink blush on his face. Patton giggled at the adorable look on his partner’s face. “Awww! What’s with the adorable face?” Patton asked.

“The...st-students...are...Pleasehelp…” Logan managed to get out.

Patton tilted his head and walked up to the staff room door. He opened it and widened his eyes:

There were a total of 20 kids standing there! “...Oh.” Patton reacted.

“Hi Mr. Sanders!” Cole greeted. “I’m Cole, and I dared all of them to tickle Logan.” Cole told him.

Patton widened his eyes and slowly grew a smile. “...Oh??” He reacted, not sure whether to be concerned or excited.

Logan gulped and hoped Patton would save him.

“So...are we allowed to come in?” Cole asked.

Patton looked at the end of the door before looking at Cole with a smirk. “How do you know Logan is even in here?” Patton asked.

“We watched him run in.” Teresa replied.

Patton giggled.

“Soooooo…” Cole awkwardly waited for Patton to reply.

Patton closed the door slightly and pointed to Logan’s ticklish spots. After showing them a couple times, Patton waved for them to lean in closer. “I will let you off the hook. But if the camera catches any of you, that’s out of my control. Okay?” Patton explained quietly. Cole, Teresa and everyone else nodded. “Okay. Wait on my presentation to come in.” Patton ordered.

Patton walked into the staff room with an evil smirk on his face. “Oooooh Looogaaaan!” Patton sing-songed. Logan’s eyes widened in horror. “Won’t you come out, Logey-bear?” Patton asked childishly.

“...P-Pat...What are you p-planning?” Logan asked.

Patton smirked and pushed the door right open. “A whole whack of tickle monsters are here to seee yooouu!” Patton declared.

All the kids sprinted up to the closet and pulled him right out. Logan yelped and struggled amidst their pinning, and quickly bursted into giggles as a few of his ticklish spots were targeted. There were so many hands tickling him! So many fingers! A few of them were pinning him up and exposing a few of his spots, while others were tickling him absolutely everywhere they could reach! Though, a few of the students mentally decided that thigh tickles and hip tickles were gonna be crossed off the list for obvious reasons.

“GUHUHUHUYS! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Logan yelled.

“Mr. Serious Sanders is turning into his husband! Soon, we won’t be able to tell the difference!” a student reacted.

“I love how Patton openly calls him Logey-bear! It’s so cute! Definitely suits him!” A female student mentioned with a giggle.

“Brohoho! This guy’s laughter is very contagious!” Cole reacted.

“This is the cute nerd stereotype come to life! And I love it!” A female student reacted.

“Who needs hot people like the gym teacher, when you can have cute nerds like Mr. Logan Sanders!” Yet another student reacted.

Patton giggled and recorded the entire thing. This was such a hilarious thing to watch! But Patton made sure to keep it onto his phone and only his phone. He knew how important his reputation was to his husband. So even though Logan’s reputation was somewhat shattered by his students, he wasn’t gonna further destroy his reputation with the video on the internet. Patton smiled and stopped the recording before walking up to the students. “Alright, alright. Let’s give the poor man a break.” Patton moved the kids aside and knelt down beside his lover. “You okay?”

Logan nodded in response, still a giggling mess.

Patton helped him up, sat him down onto the couch and got him some water. While Logan slowly got calm, Patton allowed the kids to ask questions about their loving relationship. Soon, the teens fell in love with the cute little love story that came about with the two men. They started to hope that someday, they would all have their own love story.

#teacher logan #teacher patton #romantic fluff #married logicality #adorable logan #adorable patton

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let-it-raines · 4 years ago

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your wonder under summer skies (4/?)

Summer in Storybrooke, Maine means one thing for its residents: tourist season. This year, for Emma Swan and Killian Jones, it means relationships ending and friendships changing all the while they attempt to figure out just what their relationship is. It’s somewhere straddling the line between friends and lovers, and there’s no guarantee of a soft landing if they fall into new territory.

rating: mature

a/n: thanks to @resident-of-storybrooke for reading over these words ❤️

ao3: beginning | current

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Light peeks through his window shades, a small beam forcing itself through and shining directly in his eyes, and Killian quickly shuts his eyes and burrows his face into a pillow. His head is absolutely pounding. How much did he drink last night? It wasn’t a lot, he doesn’t think, but he’s certainly feeling it today.

He’s really getting old, isn’t he? If this is what drinking is like in his late twenties, he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

Then again, he does love his rum. It’s a shame he mostly had beer last night.

Killian sighs and twists in his bed. He doesn’t have to be down in the office until noon today, and he can definitely go back to sleep.

Until he feels movement on the other side of the bed.

Bloody hell.

He slept with Emma last night.

Several times.

What were they thinking? Is his heart about to pound out of his chest? Has that ever happened to anyone? Is this just the hangover speaking because he’d really like it to shut the fuck up.

Oh shit. They fucked up. They really, really fucked up.

She was emotional and heartbroken and they’d both been drinking.

Killian barely blinked when she asked him to make her feel better. He made a half-assed attempt at trying to get out of it, but he didn’t want to. That thought alone could sober him.

He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to sleep with her.

What the hell is wrong with him?

The bed shifts again, and he feels Emma get out of it. Should he roll over and talk to her? Should he pretend that he’s still asleep and let her sneak out like he knows she’ll want to? Are they going to avoid talking about this forever, or should they simply rip the band-aid off?

“Fuck,” she hisses. “Where is my underwear?”

Killian sighs and reaches up above him. He remembers her tossing them last night, and he quickly finds them before holding them in the air. He guesses ripping off the band-aid is how he’s going to do this.

“I believe you’re looking for these.”

He opens his eyes to find Emma standing completely still. She’s a deer caught in the headlights, and the only thing she’s wearing is her bra. God, she’s gorgeous. He did not take enough time to simply look at her last night. Looking at her wasn’t really in his list of priorities when she felt so goddamn good wrapped around him.

When he thinks about that, he’s not sure that it was real.

When he thinks about that, he allows himself to think that maybe it wasn’t a stupid mistake on both of their parts.

It was. There’s no denying that.

“I don’t. I – ”

Killian waggles his brows before flicking her underwear toward her. She quickly catches it, looks down at it, and then puts them on before grabbing her shorts from the floor.

“Swan, do we need to – ”

“No,” she quickly spits out as her hands run through her hair to try to brush it out. “No, we don’t have to talk about it. We’re adults. We had sex. It happened. It was a one-time thing.”

“Aye, I agree.”

She stops and blinks at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t – we shouldn’t have – this was my fault. Just, can we please forget that it happened?”

“We can, but I think it might be a bit hard to forget some of the best sex of my life.”

Why can’t he shut his damn mouth? It was a joke. True, but a joke. Now likely isn’t the time for making those.

“Killian,” she sighs. She’s still standing in her shorts and her bra. Her hair is an absolute mess. “I don’t know what to say. I’m kind of freaking out right now.”

He swallows and nods before getting out from underneath the covers. He notices Emma glance down at him, and he turns away to grab a pair of sweatpants from his dresser before turning back toward her and forcing a smile onto her face.

“You don’t have to say anything, love,” he assures her. If he’s honest, he’s glad she can admit that she’s freaking out because he doesn’t know if he’s capable of admitting that himself. “We’re no strangers to one-night stands, and that’s what this was. It was simply one with, well, someone we know. If you want to forget about it, we’ll forget about it, easy as that.”

Her mouth opens and closes before falling into an “o” shape.

Killian’s got no idea how he’s supposed to deal with this situation when he’s just as confused and concerned as Emma is, but he seems to be a little bit better at finding the words to keep this from being any more awkward.

“But like I said, I know how you kiss now, Swan. That won’t be easy for a man to forget, but I’ll try in earnest.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and she finally laughs as her head shakes. Okay, so maybe the joking works.

“So that’s that, then?”

“That’s that.”

“Good,” she says. “Good. I’ve got to….I’ve got to go work at the club.”

“You might want to use the spare toothbrush I have before you go. Feel free to borrow my comb as well.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s a good idea. I, um, thanks, KJ.”

“For what?”

“For making me feel good,” she whispers as blush paints her cheeks. “It was nice to forget for awhile.”

He feels his own cheeks heat and smiles down at her. “Anytime.”

“One-time thing,” she repeats as she starts walking toward his bathroom. “Remember that.”

“I’ll try my best,” Killian chuckles, pointing to his head.

Killian’s got no idea what to do as Emma gets ready in his bathroom. While they were talking, he was calm. He was doing his best to reassure Emma that things would be okay because he knows that she’s going to cut him off. He knows that once she leaves and once she has more time to think about what they just did, she’s not going to want to see him for awhile. He doesn’t want that, doesn’t want to be cut off from someone who helps keep him sane half the time, and he’s got no bloody clue how to handle this.

Maybe their conversation was enough, and maybe they won’t have to talk about it again. It’ll simply be something that happened, and it’s over now.

God, he’s never going to forget any of last night. He’s going to have to. It’s like he said: they’re both familiar with one-night stands. That’s what this can be. That’s what this has to be. There’s no other choice.

Fuck.

“Okay,” Emma sighs as she comes out of the bathroom, face washed and hair pulled back into a ponytail. “Do I look at least halfway decent?”

“You’ve got a bit of ah, uh, mark on your neck that’s visible with your hair up.”

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Give me one of your button-downs.”

“I’m not giving you a button-down.”

“You gave me a hickey, Jones. You can give me a button-down. I’ll return it.”

He sighs and walks over to his closet, pulling it open and finding a shirt before taking it off the hanger and handing it to her. She quickly strips out of her shirt and puts it on. The mark is still there, but it’s hidden.

“Is anyone out there?” Emma asks.

“They shouldn’t be.”

“Can you check?”

“What? You don’t want to be seen doing a walk of shame out of my bedroom?”

“No, no I don’t.” She crosses her arms over her chest. He is not at all distracted by the way she looks in his shirt. “You can’t tell anyone about this.” “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“I’m serious.”

“Aye, so was I.”

Emma nods at the door. “Can you please go look to see if I can sneak out?”

He mockingly salutes before walking out the door. Liam’s bedroom door is still closed, the light turned off, so he turns down the hallway to walk toward the living area where he can see all of the remnants of last night scattered across the room. He’s going to have to clean all of this up after he gets some coffee in him.

“Hey.”

Holy shit.

Killian jumps, his heartbeat racing, and turns around to see Liam standing in the kitchen with two cups of coffee in his hands.

“Morning,” he manages to mumble. “There any of that left in the pot?”

“Yeah, there’s at least another cup. You went to bed early last night.”

Killian reaches up to scratch behind his ear. “Long day. I hadn’t slept the night before. I didn’t mean to disappear.”

“It’s fine. Not everyone stayed long past midnight, and Elsa and I were happy to be able to go to bed.”

“Congratulations again, by the way. I’m glad it all worked out.”

Liam smiles, and Killian recognizes it as the genuinely happy one he reserves for Elsa. “As am I. now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take this coffee back to Elsa. I think I’ll be late down to the shop today.”

“Why don’t you take the day off? You and Elsa can go out and celebrate. I can handle things.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks, little brother.”

Killian bites down on his tongue. He’s not going to start something, not now. He’s trying to be nice, and there’s no need to argue over Liam’s obnoxious nickname for him. So he smiles and nods and steps over to the kitchen as Liam leaves to go back to his bedroom. The moment the bedroom door clicks, Killian quietly jogs back down to his own room where Emma is waiting just inside.

“What took you so long?” she hisses.

“Liam was making he and Elsa coffee. C’mon, now. Unless you want to crawl out my window.”

“I’d rather not break a bone.”

“Then now is your chance.”

Emma nods and steps around him before quickly walking down the hallways and out the apartment door, which softly closes behind her.

Emma Swan just snuck out of his apartment.

After sleeping in his bed.

After sleeping with him.

But it was a one-time thing. They’re going to forget about it. That was the agreement, and they’re sticking to it.

They have to.

Shit. Why are they so stupid? She’s been broken up with Neal for less than a week, and he fucked her. What kind of friend is that? They didn’t even talk about what actually happened between she and Neal.

It doesn’t matter. It does, but not right now. Emma didn’t want to talk about it, and he doesn’t need to know. She never asks about why his relationships end, so he can do the same for her.

(His relationships that she’s known of have never been over the course of five years, however.)

What Killian can focus on is getting his coffee to help chase away the lingering hangover, take a shower, and get dressed to go to work. He needs to make sure all of their files and computer systems are up to date before they begin to be flooded with customers and clients. He really needs to go down to the marina and check up on some of their boats and make sure they’ve been cleaned, but he’ll have to do that tomorrow when Liam is in the office. There’s no way in hell Liam and Elsa are leaving his bedroom today, so Liam is definitely not going to surprise Killian and come down to work despite Killian telling him he could handle it all.

It’s fine. It’s all fine. He needs this.

“Skipper, where the hell have you been?” Skipper stands up from where he’s been sitting on the floor behind the front counter and walks over toward Killian. “Huh? Did someone let you down here last night, boy? Do we need to go for a walk and get some breakfast before I open up shop?”

Skipper barks and wags his tail.

“Okay, so a walk and breakfast it is.”

Killian grabs Skipper’s leash off the rack, hooks it up, and then they head out the front door, the bell ringing behind him. The ground is wet outside from last night’s storm, and Killian’s feet sink into the sand before he makes it to the wooden pathway that’s attached to the parking lot. Skipper tugs on his leash and wants to head down to the water, but they need to get to Granny’s and back before ten this morning. They’ll have to go for their run later tonight.

The streets are not yet full, everyone inside their shops and the sun not out enough for people to be wandering around, but the few who are out are touching up the pastel paint on the siding of buildings or power-washing the sidewalks. He sees a few of Rob’s crew doing some landscaping, but Robin is nowhere to be seen. He must have taken the day off to spend time with Roland.

Eventually, Killian and Skipper get to Granny’s, and Killian hooks his leash around the post outside before walking inside and up to the counter, tapping his hand on the top.

“I swear if you don’t stop making so much noise, I will murder you.”

“Ah, lovely service there, Ruby,” Killian sighs, flashing her a smile. She looks about as dead as he felt when he first woke up. “Can I get a breakfast burrito, some sausage, and a black coffee?”

“If you pay me five times the price.”

“How about the price on the menu and a tip?”

Ruby winks. “You’ve got a deal. Give me five minutes. I think Granny already has the stuff for the burritos cooked.”

“No problem.”

Ruby walks back into the kitchen, and Killian sits down at a barstool before hitting his hands against his pants pocket. Damn. He forgot his phone. Sighing, he twists on the seat and looks around the diner. It’s past the breakfast rush, so it’s pretty empty, but Ashley, Sean, and Alexandra are sitting in a booth eating and coloring on the disposable mats while Leroy is sitting with some of his construction crew. Leroy stares him down, so Killian quickly looks away and sees two people sitting in the booth in the back.

What the hell?

It’s Neal. Neal and Tamara, who is in her uniform and probably supposed to be working. Instead, she’s sitting next to Neal in the booth with her tongue practically down his throat.

Killian flexes out his hands before balling them into fists. He wants to punch that son of a bitch, but he can’t. it’ll get him arrested, Emma will hate him, and Neal won’t let it go.

Besides, he slept with Emma last night. Who is he to judge Neal?

Except, in the back of his mind Killian thinks about the fact that Emma and Neal are broken up, that she said she broke up with him. Why would she have broken up with him? It couldn’t have just been him working with his dad again. She’s been dealing with that for awhile, on and off, and while it seems to be a real issue for her for some reason, it wouldn’t be a reason for her to end her relationship.

Neal cheating on her, however, would be.

The fucking bastard.

“Ruby,” Killian hisses as she walks back out and starts pouring his coffee. “Ruby.” “Give me a minute. Why are you so impatient today?”

“I need to talk to you.”

She groans and rolls her head back before finishing his cup of coffee and walking over to him. “What?”

“Do you see who Tamara is making out with in the corner?”

“No. Who is – oh my God. I’m going to murder him.”

Ruby starts walking away, and he has to grab onto her arm. “No, wait.”

“What could you possibly have me wait for? He needs a swift kick in the nuts.”

“Emma and Neal broke up.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know why?”

“No,” he admits as he swallows the lump in his throat. He should not be sharing her personal information like this, but it looks like everyone was bound to find out sooner rather than later since Neal doesn’t seem to care about hiding whatever is happening with Tamara. “She didn’t tell me, but if I had to guess, I’d say the woman over there had a lot to do with it.”

“That bastard has been coming in here for dinner a lot lately, and I used to think he was getting it for Emma before I noticed that he never ordered her meal. Shit, I should have noticed sooner. I could have – ”

“Hey,” Killian whispers, reaching over the counter to grab Ruby’s forearm, “don’t. Emma will tell you about everything when she’s ready, and I’m sure at some point the two of you will get to bash him over margaritas at the Rabbit Hole. Try not to stare a hole into Neal and Tamara’s heads.”

Ruby leans back and crosses her arms as her brow arches. “Are you defending him?”

“No, love, I’m not. It’s simply that if I allow myself to get angry, David’s going to have to come down here and arrest me for assault.”

“David would want to punch him, too.”

Killian flexes his hands before grabbing onto his left wrist and running his finger over the angry, raised skin. “David has more self-control than I do.”

“Jones’s order,” Granny calls out from the back before hitting the bell.

“Looks like you’re saved by the bell,” Ruby sighs. “Neal too, apparently.”

-/-

Killian can’t sleep.

He’s been tossing in turning in bed for hours, so much so that Skipper got up from the foot of the bed and settled down on his spot next to the door about three hours ago.

It’s now two in the morning, and after a night with no sleep and a day so busy he never sat down, Killian figured he would be asleep by now and his brain would have turned off all of the thoughts it’s been having.

Liam is engaged.

Liam is getting the happy ending Killian’s craved for so damn long and had slip out of his fingers in a split second that he’s relieved over and over again.

And Killian is happy for Liam. He truly is, but there’s this irrational jealousy in the back of his mind picking at him and wondering why can’t he have that kind of thing.

Probably because he sleeps with a different woman each summer knowing nothing is ever going to come of it.

Probably because he slept with his best friend last night.

Killian turns over on the mattress and buries his face in a pillow, which is a horrible mistake since it smells exactly like Emma.

Oh fuck it.

He’s not going to be able to sleep. He knows that he’s not, especially now, so he gets out of bed, pulls on some clothes and slips into his trainers before grabbing his phone and his keys and walking toward the front door.

“I’ll be back, Skip,” he whispers to his dog as he scratches his head.

And then he’s gone, getting into his Jeep and driving toward the service station on the outskirts of town. It’s empty except for the clerk at the counter, and Killian nods at him before heading back to the slushie station and grabbing two cups. He fills one with his preferred blue raspberry flavor and then mixes in that with some cherry in another cup before putting the tops on and heading up to the counter to pay.

He has no bloody clue if she’s going to be awake, but he makes the drive to her place anyway. Most of her apartment complex is dark, but there’s one lone light on in a bedroom.

Killian Jones: I got you a slushie.

He looks between his phone and the window. If she turns her light off, she’s ignoring him. If it stays on, he might have a shot of getting inside.

Emma Swan: My door is unlocked.

Killian grabs the drinks and his things before heading upstairs, punching in the code to get in her building’s gate before jogging up the steps and turning the knob to get inside. Emma is sitting in her living room, pillows on the floor and clothes scattered everywhere. There’s a half-empty glass of wine and a bowl full of popcorn sitting in front of her. If he had to guess, there’s melted Milk Duds mixed in as well. It doesn’t look like she’s actually had any of the drink.

She looks just as exhausted as he feels.

“What are you doing up?” she asks.

“I couldn’t turn my mind off.”

Emma nods and stands from the couch, slowly walking toward him until she’s nearly touching him. Her breath is coming out easily, her chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale, and he can’t seem to look away from the green in her eyes.

“I know a way we can fix that,” Emma whispers as her arms loop around his neck.

“What happened to that being a one-time thing?”

“I changed my mind.”

“Are you going to change it again in the morning?”

Emma hums and presses up further onto her toes to let her lips linger against his. “I don’t know. Are you okay with that?”

He is.

He shouldn’t be, but he is.

This is not why he came here, but right now, he can’t possibly think of anything else other than being with her in this moment and chasing the high that comes with that.

“Aye, I’m okay with that.”

The slushies melt in their cups in Emma’s living room that night.

-/-

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