#pls come scream about it in disco!!!

[fyrewalks]

meta: bob + broken glasses

one.

bob is ten the first time someone breaks his glasses. it happens two weeks after his bubbe returns home to new jersey; two weeks since his mom has been out of bed or off the couch longer than a few hours. nearly three months since his dad's latest deployment and six since his older sister, stevie, died.

it happens on the playground, easy to assume it's some childish skirmish over a swing set - bob's shy even then, made worse by his grief, and prefers to stick to the outskirts and swings during outdoor play at day-camp. (summer day-camp instead of montana, instead of his mom accepting the good natured teasing about her being a city girl or the not so quiet arguments between his grandma and dad about who will take the floyd ranch someday.) none of the counselors hear the taunts. bob doesn't repeat them. the kids accuse him of being different; he assumes they're saying it because of his dead sister. (he won't realize the kind of different they mean for a few years.)

he hides his broken glasses in the back of one of his drawers. his mom doesn't notice, his dad's calls home are too infrequent, gracie's six and easy to distract. it's not till a few weeks of meal trains and hushed discussions about his mom and doctor's appointments among the aunties who come over to watch them that anyone notices he's supposed to be wearing them at all.

two.

the second time it happens, bob is a few months shy of fifteen, all awkward limbs and little self-confidence. it's his second cross-country meet and he doesn't want to be there. the floyds are back in virginia - after three different middle schools, there's only a few vaguely familiar faces here and none of them are on the team. it leaves bob feeling more out of place.

he came out as summer ended on a friday night, a rare shabbat dinner that's just gracie and their parents instead of the eclectic mix of friends from their synagogue and whoever on base that wants, or needs, a place to be on a friday night. his mom cries, though she tries not too, while it's his dad whose the first to hug him and reassure bob he's loved no matter what. he knows his parents talk about it later, that they confide in each other their fears about his future, but they brave his confession with watery smiles and the promise everything will be okay.

he doesn't come out at school. it's less a definitive choice and more that he doesn't need to. other kids simply just know. bob isn't sure what gives him away - if it's his slouchy posture, his voice, or something else entirely. most leave it alone, but there are taunts and curses in between classes; he's shoved into a locker, once. bob doesn't like it, but considers it tame. he's bounced between montana, virginia, and florida his entire life, usually living in the shadows of navy bases. he isn't ignorant. (new jersey, at least, only carries the weight of his dead sister.)

it's tame until it's not. until his second cross-country meet. bob's in the middle stretch, pace decent enough to keep up with some of the older kids, and he's actually starting to enjoy himself. and then there's a hand on his back and he's crashing to the ground, literally tasting dirt. bile rises in his throat as he watches his glasses get stomped on deliberately, he can't unhear the accompanying slur.

he makes it to the finish line with a limp, mud on his face, and broken glasses. when his mom fusses over him later, bob blames it on being clumsy. no sense in making her worry; he doesn't like it when she cries.

three.

bob's sixteen with a long summer of open blue sky awaiting him. he skips dinner with his grandma up at the big house in favor of the bunk house with the ranch hands hired for the season. someone hands him a beer with a wink and a sly 'don't tell your grandma'; it doesn't taste great, but after a day of fixing fences, he likes that it's ice cold. he likes that he belongs, he likes that he can imagine his dad at this age too - it's the first time he feels like a man.

most of the ranch hands know him, they've seen him grow up in bits in pieces. they finish dinner and bob's content to listen to the way conversation flows and settles around him until they drag him into it too. does he like school, what's florida like, how are his folks and sister back home. then - you kissing any girls, yet?

bob answers honestly, he hasn't kissed anyone. at first, he doesn't mind the laughter, but it turns bitter in the mouth of one of the new ranch hands. there's something ugly in his eyes.

a chair scrapes back and adrenaline blurs it all together. there's shouting and fists and someone pulling him out of the way. trying to retreat, bob catches an elbow in the face and his glasses end up under someone's boot.

the unmistakable sound of his grandma's shotgun ends the skirmish. his grandma stays behind to deal with the mess while an older ranch hand gets him fixed up in the big house. later, when bob still can't sleep, his grandma sits on the edge of his bed with a sigh. it's too dark to read her expression. she tells him that his dad will take it better coming from him rather than her and that if he wants to drink in her house, he better never get drunk or stupid; he can't throw a punch worth a damn.

four.

he's eighteen, and his mom won't stop crying. there shouldn't be tears, not with bob's new diploma and a mit acceptance letter pinned proudly to the fridge. at least, there shouldn't be so many tears; it is a bittersweet occasion, an unavoidable reminder of the dead sister forever frozen at fourteen.

grief isn't the reason for the tears, though. no, the real reason is the neat stack of paperwork tucked safely in bob's desk committing him to the nrotc and eight years of navy service after. it's a choice he refuses to budge on and it leads to a few tense weeks in the floyd household.

he knows somethings wrong the minute he walks in the kitchen two weeks after graduation, both parents seated at the small table, clearly waiting for him. gracie isn't home; she's got regionals coming up, they should be with her at practice. (bob's long since taken the backseat to her gymnastic aspirations and he's mostly been okay with her hogging their parents attention; he just hates that it's their focus on him that causes alarm bells to go off.)

it starts off simple enough - reminders of his parents sacrifices. his dad doing his best to ensure his children wouldn't be forced to choose between the life sentence of a ranch or the navy. his mom, happy with the life she chose, but still always wondering about the life she might have had if she hadn't dropped out of college to marry and raise children. it's the reason they both pushed so hard for academics and sports and extracurriculars. then, it's the pricey flight lessons touted as more of a financial burden then it really is for the floyds. if he wants to fly, isn't that enough for him?

bob might not get the whole picture, but his maternal grandparents paid for his truck. all cash. between all three grandparents, he knows his parents haven't hurt for much (so long as their pride hasn't stood in the way).

but god dammit, what about his own sacrifices? what about bob, ten and anxious and terrified, begging his mom to get out of bed? what about bob, stuck in the routine of waking up gracie and making sure she has breakfast and lunch even after his mom escapes the fog of depression? or his childhood? one marked by four elementary schools, three middle schools, and two high schools. no one should be surprised that he chose the navy when his dad's service defined his early life.

why is his choice to join the navy and fly any different than gracie's devotion to gymnastics? it's the same risk. gracie could break her neck too.

or, what about plain want? clear blue sky - bob saw so much of it on the ground, he wanted the 30,000 ft views too.

but these thoughts are kinder than the words actually said. bob drags up every awful detail of his mom's depression, how his dad's grief and ill timed deployment felt like neglect. it doesn't matter if his points about chores and helping with gracie were valid after that. the damage is done on his side.

there's more yelling and tears and then the final blow - his dad shouting that bob's gay and it makes him weak, the navy will chew him up and spit it him out. but his dad's temper runs fast and quick, it ends with a too quiet 'fine, if the navy's your choice, you got a day to get out of the house.' they won't burry another child.

bob, the ever dutiful son, listens. on the flight to montana, cramped in a back row, he looks at his glasses held loosely in his fist and thinks it might hurt less if they were broken.

four, five, or six?

three months after his parents kick him out, he goes from montana to boston. he starts at mit and he finds, surprisingly, with some encouragement from new friends that beer and whiskey and cigarettes make him braver than he's ever been.

and the thing is, he's got his dad's same quick temper; it's just he's never had much use for it, always too quiet and too shy to find anywhere to put it. but a crowded bar? a guy being a jerk and not listening? sure, that's as good a place as any.

turns out, his grandma is right - bob still doesn't know how to throw a punch. sometimes, he remembers how he got the bruises, crooked frames, and scratched lenses. sometimes, he doesn't. either way, bob tells himself he's got it under control. except - he misses classes, he can't wait tables hung over, and no one is exactly impressed with him at the nrotc.

in the end, it's a combination of things that get bob to quit drinking his second year of college. (although, he still occasionally sneaks cigarettes when stressed.) gracie crying, a few letters from his parents. more than a few genuine apologies. a concerned commanding officer, citing his dad's respectful career record and how bob won't measure up like this. a patient rabbi and a better group friends than his first roommate, the one who dragged bob out partying his first night in boston. trading bars and beers for the library, more classes to average out his abysmal gpa.

it changes somethings, a relationship with his parents that sometimes feels like walking on ice, deciding to focus on weapon systems than outright piloting, but not everything. bob recommits to his faith, goes back to pretending things don't bother him, and decides life's a lot easier when people think he's just some nerdy stick in the mud than someone who can't handle his liquor.

[headintheclouds-posts]

Exo as husbands pls

Enjoy :)

Exo as husbands

Suho

The proud husband

To put it simply, this man would do anything for you

If you need something, he will get it

If you’re hungry, he will cook

If you’re tired, he will be your mattress

The moment you became his wife, he sole purpose was you

Likes to talk about you to Exo-l's

As he is the leader of the group, you have become a older sibling type figure to the fans

Which he loves

Date nights together consist of old movies on the sofa with a bottle of red

Likes to sit and reminisce over your wedding photo's

He would just be an amazing husband

Xiumin

The cute husband

He's just a squishy squish

He doesn't really act any different as a husband to when he was your boyfriend

He still teases you

Plus will do anything to put a smile on your face

He will happily do all the cleaning

Because according to him, you do it wrong

As we know, Xiumin likes to drink so I think dates would be a karaoke bar, with you both drunkenly screaming Whitney Houston's 'I will always love you' into a microphone/empty bottle

Always makes you breakfast in bed

You are literally his best friend and being with you is his favourite pastime

Baekhyun

The crazy husband

I wouldn't know whether to say Congrats or good luck

He is a tornado with a beautiful voice and handsome face

But still a tornado

He is also a clingy boy

So expect lots of cuddles/headlocks

Knows how to cheer you up when you're not feeling so great

Expect lots of butterfly kisses to the face

Loves to go long drives with you, just listening to music and talking about life

He's just your number one fan and will make sure you always have a smile on your face

Chanyeol

The protective husband

If you're going out with friends or at a work event, he will be your personal taxi driver

Always making sure you're ok

Also the type to tease you, in a loving way though

Likes to take you on spontaneous dates

He loves to stroke your hair whilst you sleep and looks lovingly at his wedding ring

It fills him with a sense of pride when he does

Loves how your lips feel against his skin

Can’t actually go a whole day without a kiss from you

Marriage with Chanyeol would be filled with loving moments

Kyungsoo

The attentive husband

Actions speak louder than words

Kyungsoo's love language is his actions

He will always make sure you have eaten or that you are hydrated

At first it confused you, like you have managed to survive this long

Then the reality hits you, he’s trying to take care of you

Listens intently to whatever you have to say

Has had the same background on his phone for years and it’s from the day you met

Can’t stand to see you sad

It breaks him inside

Will provide advise whenever you need it

Though he doesn’t always say it, you’re everything to him

Kai

The affectionate husband

He kisses you and holds you any chance he gets

He knew you were his before marriage

But now it’s like official and legal

So he has to show you every chance he can that he loves you

Expect to come home and find the lights dimmed and candles lit

The faint sound of your wedding song playing in the background

Kai would take your hand and pull you close to dance with you

Why am I giggling and kicking my feet rn

He likes to watch the stars with you

Whilst talking about your future

He will do anything to show you how real and unwavering his love is

Sehun

The Impulsive husband

‘Sighs’

You only have yourself to blame for this

You knew what you were getting into and you’re not getting any sympathy from me

You’re now married to someone who I can only imagine has a circus living inside his head

He’s always down to do something fun

Your dates consist of paint-balling and silent discos

Always knows how to cheer you up when you’re having a bad day

I can imagine him being quite a heated kisser

He doesn’t like to sleep alone so he wraps his entire body round you like an octopus

He’s like the worst nurse when you feel sick

But you appreciate the effort

I don’t know why but Sehun just gives me feral vibes

Like it wouldn’t shock me if he lived wild in the jungle like Tarzan

But being with you gives him the sense of home he’s always wanted

You are his world

Lay

The doting husband

Be prepared to be treated like a queen

He has waited for the moment to call you his wife

Now that it’s official he can’t wait to be the husband he has always dreamed of being

Expect long talks into the night

He plans he whole future around you

You’re literally his one and only

Constantly sends pictures to the exo group chat of your travels as a married couple

Wants to show you off every chance he gets

Will sit and write songs about you

Every fibre of his being is you and your happiness

[vintagelacerosette]

Wednesday tag game

Hiii darling angelpies! I am here on timeish 😆

I was tagged by these dazzling sweethearts Nosho @creepkinginc Mel @gardenerian Evie @energievie Deanna @deedala Kat @ mybrainismelted Julia @blue-disco-lights Al @spookygingerr Jessica @guinguin1984

How did you get into the fandom?

Like a lot of us 😆 I saw a fan edit of Mickey & Ian on YouTube (I can't find it again even when I've searched my history 😭) I was kinda in between fandoms at the time with Malex from Roswell New Mexico but they were broken up at the time & buddie lol.

But then I was shot through the heart when I went through the gallavich tag & it felt like home 🥰

How long have you been here?

I was lurking at the end of 2021 & the first official time I contributed to this darling fandom in Feb 2022 with gallacrafts 💝

What's the first fandom channel you found? (youtube, reddit, tumblr, insta, twitter, FB, other?)

Here on tumblr babeeeyy

What's your favourite now?

Still tumblr but I wish I was better on discord 😅 I get overwhelmed & don't wanna talk over ppl 😔

Which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

Oh my goodness I had no idea but my longest mutual is the always spectacular Calli @callivich 🥰🩵💙 woooww!!

Which tumblerinos did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and wanted to get to know?

Y'all have to understand you are all unbelievably swoon worthy & there's only so many ppl I can tag in one post (damn you tagging limit 😣)

Ok, so definitely have a big crush on Deena @suzy-queued & to see smitten feeling is mutual got me

GIF by theresaphoenixinmyboot

Alice @darthvaders-wife Jane @captainjowl Mitch @psychicskulldamage when we became mutuals I squealed bc how much talent??

Jenna @ianrightsonly & Kay @goodkwuestion their fics changed me

Also, Benja @svltburn | Nosho | Vey @look-i-love-u Macy @heymacy Julissa @heymrspatel Jo @jomilky Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Georgia @iansw0rld Molly @deathclassic Stas @messedwithmandy Howl @howlinchickhowl Michelle @michellemisfit | Deanna | LJ @ofalltheginjoints Sam @sam-loves-seb Face @ burninface | Calli | AJ @ clingymickey Mills @gallavichsbitch Leah @whatwouldmickeydo

Also Jay!! You've left but gave me butterflies 🦋

Pls I kind hate this question! I've come to the conclusion I have a crush on you all OK?? 😭

This is why I make y'all Valentine's

First gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)?

By the magnificent Kay The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher!!! OH MY GOSH JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC MAKES ME FEEL ELATED & FERAL!!! It's my favourite piece of written work & I need my non gallavich ppl to read it so I can scream into their faces how much I love it 🥰🩷🩷🩷

First fan art that blew your mind?

Seriously, Deena's gallacrafts & art always take my breath away!!! Like the artistry & creativity?? I wanna get to your level 🥰

It's three dimensional & has twinkling lights ✨️ I was astounded & my jaw literally dropped 😍

All of Alice's art especially my commissioned art 🩷

Also, Mitch's comic I stared at it forever like Ian's eyes reflecting Mick's booty 🍑👀

Fanfic trope that you were sure wasn't for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

I have read some pretty freaky & nasty fic bc of curiosity, so I nothing really gave me icks in tropes, but in writing style, I got turned around with Jen @wehangout with second person POV. You're so talented that I really enjoyed them when I would nope out before 😆

What surprised you most about this fandom?

Everything surprised me about this fandom bc it was my first one!! 😆 I didn't really know how to do tumblr & didn't really get how to interact. So I used tumblr like a sticker book, then came learning tags & so ppl reached out to me which helped me gain confidence haha

This is kinda a golden standard fandom. So welcoming, loving & encouraging!! If I ever dabble in another fandom, imma have a high standard bc I've been spoiled by y'all! ILY

Moment in the show (or YT vids if you're one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with gallavich?

It was the "I'm fucking gay" scene to the "Guess what we've been doing daddy" The way he humps the car with all that conviction & screaming "he fucking loves it".

Everything clicked & I was like "Damn I love this fictional man." He is my favourite character of all time & this ship is my OTP & GOAT.

Also I love this edit too. It gives me chills

Ian or Mickey?

Mickey, but holy shit I love them both

Which gallagher or milkovich are you?

I took a page from @/guinguin1984 & did some quizzes & I got Fiona Ian Fiona Debbie not of them feel right ahaha

I guess Fiona bc I had her twice 😅

Consider yourself tagged if I have a crush on you or mentioned you. Also tagging these sunshines & if you wanna do it too, have at it 💛🥰

@lingy910y @mickittotheman @doshiart @crossmydna @y0itsbri @7x10mickey @whatthebodygraspsnot @ms-moonlight-inn @mmmichyyy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @kiinard @transmickey @gallawitchxx @sleepyheadgallavich @rereadanon @whaticameherefor @darlingian @andthatisnotfake @ian-galagher @francesrose3

[gothcsz]

hiiiiii <3

i'm reading thoroughfare right now and it's amazing!! not finished with it yet and i want to read it thoroughly (no pun intended) but i'm also like omg omg omg like the slow burn is killing me in the best way possible -- i'm on the edge of my seat, so i might actually end up just reading it all at once tho ik i need to pace myself and savor it!! it's just too good, like i love a good slow burn and i just got to the part where javi and sloane meet and they're like a little flirty and like i'm jealous for paloma (it hurts soo good!!!).

anyways, need to stop rambling, but also, i saw that you tagged a post saying you're thinking about writing stripper!reader x javi and if you did i would absolutely die!! i'm sure it would be really good !

xoxo, liz (@miss-oranje-disco-dancer)

omg hi liz wtf not you popping up in my inbox when i was quite literally just stalking your blog last night 😭

i am literally screaming, crying, throwing up rn thank you for reading 🖤 yes, we love a good slow burn over here so like i am happy to hear that you're enjoying it bc sometimes i get too much into my head when it comes to the pacing of the story...... so to hear that it's got ya on the edge of your seat is enough to keep me going !!!!

we've got a long way to go so like... take your time :) and if you're jealous during that little scene... phew.... bestie just wait for what else is to come 🙃 pls don't ever stop rambling, i'm a certified yapper™ (much like pedro himself) so likeeeeee..... any time you wanna talk or any or everything PLEASE feel free to hit me up okay you are seen and heard over here. safe space !!!!!!

pero... okay well now i gotta write it 😭 not bc i wanna off you but because i think we're all just down bad for mr dea agent 🤭 mwah thank u for blessing my ask 🖤

[enavant]

pwease feel free to add my disco if we’re mutuals 토끼 ✨#2356 !! lmk who u are tho 💖

[ohmytyong]

mellifluous

⤹ now playing: out of time by the weeknd

PAIRING: boyfriend!donghyuck x female!reader

GENRE: fluff, slice of life-ish, established relationship!au

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption

WC: 0,8k

A/N: me and who pls

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

you picked up the microphone, tapping it lightly with your palm to test the sound. "this is it" your boyfriend donghyuck said.

he threw the remote on the sofa behind you after he clicked on the song he wanted. he picked up his microphone too and came to stand next to you "okay let's go!" he yelled into the microphone, his voice echoing inside the karaoke booth.

you and hyuck loved karaoke. often times you went out on karaoke dates together, just like you did the first time you went out.

when you first met, you bonded over your love for karaoke. your friends used to tease you about it, because you didn't have a very pleasing voice to the ear. but donghyuck never made fun of you for that, he encouraged you to sing more instead.

"it's okay, to me, your voice is beautiful" he always said.

and you always liked to sing breakup songs together, every single time. it had become a signature thing between the two of you, your thing, something that you only shared with each other.

you always screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs, sometimes it was even so loud that people from the other booths were annoyed by it. you never cared, you always laughed it off and did it again and again.

the screen turned black for a second and then the loading bar appeared. the makeshift disco ball on the ceiling starting spinning, the light emitting from it reflecting on the colorful dots of color coming from the karaoke machine.

you turned to look at your boyfriend. his eyes were full of anticipation, tapping his fingers on his leg and holding the microphone tightly. he reached back at the side table to grab the bottle of soju and took a small sip, as he waited for the song to start. donghyuck noticed you staring at him and turned his head to face you, smiling. "what are you looking at baby?" he asked.

he extended his arm, passing you the bottle. you smiled back and took the bottle from his hand, but before you could answer him, the music started playing, the soft city pop song filling the booth, lyrics on the screen. "come on, come on!" donghyuck yelled on the microphone, his voice echoing inside the booth.

you took a small sip of the soju, scrunching your nose as the intense taste of the alcoholic drink went down your throat. you put the bottle back down and took your microphone.

the song began and you immediately got carried away by it. donghyuck started singing first and you stood there looking at him, taking in the beauty of his voice.

you always found his voice beautiful. sometimes you would even sit back on the sofa, not singing, but just listening to him.

you almost did it now too. you had dropped your hand with the microphone to your side and mouthed the lyrics instead, looking at your boyfriend.

donghyuck noticed that you were stating at him again, so he turned to your side, smirking at you while singing the lyrics. he grabbed you by your forearm and brought you closer to him.

hyuck nudged you and threw you a wink. you got his message and brought the microphone to your lips.

you started singing too. you were hesitant at first, you didn't know why. karaoke was your favorite activity, you loved singing with donghyuck. it's just that he sounded way better than you, you only wanted to listen to him. he sounded beautiful.

the both of you were practically screaming the lyrics. you were probably too loud, because someone opened the booth door to check what was going on. you didn't give it any notice.

you locked eyes with donghyuck and kept smiling to each other like fools. he linked his arm with yours and swung you both to the soft beat.

donghyuck was stretching his voice to the point it cracked when he tried hitting a higher note. you burst out laughing at his face and he laughed it off too. "don't make fun of me y/n" he said teasingly which only made you laugh even harder.

you found yourself being carried away again. you loved moments like this. you loved moments like this with him. you looked into his gleaming eyes, under the green, blue, red, white lights of the disco ball, his soothing voice caressing your beating heart.

you never wanted the song to end. you never wanted this to end.

it was moments like this that made you realize how much you loved him, and how much it would pain you if you ever had to sing breakup songs because of him, and not with him.

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

TAGS: @peachjaem00 @hyuckieslove @bbyyhyuck

[koishua]

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐨 !

ENHYPEN REACTING TO YOU JAMMING TO THEIR TAYO SONGS!

taglist: @junityy @igyus @intokook @leavethemonsteralive @iuwon @envirae @fairyjunn @rutosruru-world @daystiny @luvholicz @imdamconfused @renjunvrse @honeyseungz @dweio @rae-blogging @ikigyus @enhyseob @jitaros @jdyunvrs @yunntext @yourlocalhotgf @strwberrydinosaur @mark-lees-world @beomgyuv @chileangring4 @99swinwin @jakeycore @99outros @heejojo @thekinkpopstandsforkrackheads @strqyverse @tyongishs @jiminisyourangel @yutaalove @yangianwon @icywhatim @sunshine-skz @hwallswrld @twntycm @sooblvr @injanggarden @whoe-dis @thegracerammy (click here to be added)

[⌗] 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴.

screams. is scandalised. the sheer betrayal he feels

poor boy just wanted some good ol’ affection from you when he came to your doorsteps

gulps in fear when he hears a vaguely familiar tune coming from some room in your house, but then pushes the fear back in his head  

my man SERVES

vocals and dance and rap and all that jazz. he is there to be a fabulous showman. 

is going down for the next two or three business days afterwards. mentally too drained im sorry he can’t function

rest of the members are under the cut !

[⌗] 𝗷𝗮𝘆.

why do i feel like he will just 1) gulp, 2) sigh, 3) and join right in to your popping moves for billy poco lmao

as much as he feels tired of the song, he does enjoy the sick beat pffft-

will probably turn it into a show and do the entire pizzaz and all haha

add a few jazzy partner dance section to the “oh oh oh oh oh” part and we’re so done gahh even i’m tired thinking about this

[⌗] 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲.

you best believe he is absolutely over the amount of times he has already spent mouthing ta- tayo ta- tayo by now besties.

he will breakdown and cry

okay not necessarily cry

but when he steps into your room with hopes of relaxing from the hectic day, only to see you busting moves to the god awfully happy song, he will nope right tf out of that place bahaha ;-;

mans just not okay wbk

he is traumatised. help this boy pls.

[⌗] 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵��𝗼𝗻.

he doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry bc you’re cute, but you’re also yelling out the full lyrics to his first tayo song

decides to just stay there for a few seconds, smiling to himself because you’re so gosh darn into it and he would feel bad for disturbing your fun

but he is out after thirty seconds max. 

he has had enough of it.

god knows how many times he has been forced to go through the pain.

[⌗] 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼.

sunshine boy 1000% joins in on the fun and makes the whole experience just immaculate and divine.

will bust out a random disco light and hang it up somewhere in the room out of nowhere and find his bluetooth speakers to have it on loop

neighbors will think you are possessed

but you’re just aggressively double headbanging to billy billy poc-

it somehow turns into a workout idk how tho bahahaha

[⌗] 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻.

somehow doesn’t even hear anything and walks inside with his headphones

isn’t going to do anything about his s/o absolutely losing it while doing the air guitar and aggressive arm pops 

he just plops somewhere randomly and scrolls on his phone.... randomly pulls out his headphones to tell you about something he found, but then hears the ‘gaegujaengi kkoma bus <3’ and slowly

very slowly, subtly, puts his music back on and dissolves

[⌗] 𝗻𝗶-𝗸𝗶.

listen.

he thinks it’s cute and all but. oml. if he had to listen to a single more second of that song or dive off your second floor back outside, he would do it in a heartbeat

BUT

but!!! when he sees you dancing,,,

his inner child and competitive side gets to him

and now it’s just a bunch of kids trying to outdance each other 

im sorry, you’ll be dead tired after having billy poco on loops for forty eight minutes rip to your ears, brains, and muscles.

[esparafuso]

Monday, November 7th, 2022

Dear Diary, where do I even begin. Perhaps saying I still can't believe I saw my favourite band performing live for the first time.

I'm an anxious person and shows always seemed so far away from me, from where I lived and from what I thought I'd have the guts of attending. If it wasn't for my friend Lya (@/sorethpid) I'd perhaps still be dreaming about how cool it would be if I lived the same experience I keep seeing others have for years and years.

In an impulse, we bought tickets for Primavera Sound 2022 happening in São Paulo. It wasn't cheap, but both of us had savings and were crazy enough to spend it on a ticket and flight tickets and a hotel room.

We live in different states, so it was thrilling to meet her again (third time personally), as we met on the internet 6 years ago here on tumblr, two artists drawing Arctic Monkeys fanart and rambling to the other about our favourite things about them, and our favourite album, and how much we wish we had the chance of hearing them live.

It happened on Saturday, November 5th. Her first festival, my first show ever in life, we got to the place and tried to keep it cool among all the stylish people around. It was okay though, we were just happy to be there. We decided to buy two donuts (we admittedly didn't plan food very well, too anxious to get to the place already) and after a couple stops we headed to the stage to take a look, but decided to stay there already when we saw the narrow place and the realisation that soon the whole thing would be packed w ppl hit us (later on, we saw we would better had stopped by a nearby bathroom for Lya, but okay)

The gig would start at 10pm, and we were there at 4:30pm. We got to know the music of a sweet artist called Helado Negro, which we supported and danced along even not knowing the lyrics. One hour and a half break, and then came Interpol. I personally didn't listen to the band much, but they kicked ass and made everyone super pumped and jumpy (myself included). Another one hour and a half before AM.

Gigs aren't kind to shorter ppl, we learned that. We tried our best to adjust and see the stage (which was actually way closer than we expected to get) and managed with some struggle. Our boots were also a literal pain, and I don't remember feeling my feet hurting this bad in my life, to the point I had to keep dancing to keep the pain manageable - only forgotten when an artist was performing. Especially the ones we were dying to see more.

Seeing the stage being set up made us already excited. Matt's golden drumkit, Nick's bass, Alex's and Jamie's guitars going through the soundproof, curtains being set on the back of the stage - we saw THREE regular sized disco balls being brought up when Interpol's stage was being set, and we knew who they belonged to, and yet they didn't make it to the final thing for AM.

After 3 false alarms, here they come. Screams ringing in my ear, I saw those four men (plus two) walk into my sight of vision and I can't even describe how I felt. They quickly assumed positions and the heavy synth of Sculptures resonated from the speakers - the The Car song we were more hopeful they would perform (we didn't even know they had played it before in Rio).

the photos really aren't the strongest bcs of how overwhelmed I was and the little space in my phone (another thing I forgot to prepare properly, like an idiot)... some recordings didn't go through, like Potion approaching, which made me sad but at least I got some :'D

I wish I could put here what my eyes saw, because I could see their FACIAL FEATURES from where I was, which was unbelievable close in my book. I managed to save the recording of Pretty Visitors, really hoping to get my beloved Agile Beast's crazy good drumming

I recorded another for Do Me a Favour, my favourite Arctic Monkeys song, where I kept shaking from crying but can't upload here pls of Tumblr's limit of videos in a post.

The whole time I sang and danced and screamed and cried, I just kept repeating in my head that they were real people, they existed, they weren't a fever dream or a gif or a video I saw on the internet, they were living humans right in front of me, and up until now I can't wrap my head around the fact I stood so close to them. I listened to them sing and play a few meters away from me, I could feel Matt's drums resonating in my heart, I saw Nick on the side looking SO soft, Jamie being the closest one, doing his little quirks and hops, Alex singing and dancing and. being a goofie, Matt playing and singing and making me absolutely lose it.

Even now typing all this makes me cry becasue I know I will never forget this experience. I just love and appreciate this band so much. I'm not the fan that knows all the lyrics of ALL songs yet, and I don't have their physical merch and albums, and this was only the first time I saw them live, but they hold a very special and meaningful place in my life that I will never forget.

The crowd overall was amazing, we sang everything they put out, screamed our lungs out and clapped and threw our hands in the air and pleaded them to come back. They waved to everyone and Alex threw us many kisses, and I hope they enjoyed their night as much as we basked in their presence.

Leaving the festival was very difficult due to bad logistics, my feet were incredibly sore, it was super cold outside and hundreds of ppl couldn't get a ride back home for the life of us - but we managed. And even then, when we arrived at the hotel, the only memory in our minds was their presence and their music still buzzing in our heads and hearts.

I hope we will have the chance of going to another one - we sure are thirsty for more now that we saw that it IS possible to see them live - but until then: Thank you Monkeys for this unforgettable night, and for existing and making us feel such strong emotions with your amazing music and journey as a band overall.

P.s.: thank you also whoever recorded the gig properly, because then we can see everything we lived in another, high definition angle, for the rest of our lives.

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

my annotations for chappy 11 of ysijwa

this is just for drea and leyla to read so if you're not drea or leyla pls keep scrolling :)

ok this is pretty chaotic and like i said earlier i treated this ike a wattpad comment section so... have fun ig :)

SHERLOCK AND WATSON CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SHUT UPPPPP I LOVE YOU SM DREA

NOT MISS SNAP CRACKLE POP

jealous y/n you say???

now i know why you ignored all my tiktok asks lmao

HELPLESS OH MY GOD

truly madly deeply intended :)

damn he's kind of a narcissist yk? like "I have to be serious my entire family depends on it" shut up mr darcy you're not special

devout in his religion hmmmmmm hopefully we see some more religious trauma content bc me too vampy

awww he wants kids but now he cant have them bc hes... dead :(

AWWW his sister taught him to knit :( if he doesn't knit bloodbag a sweater i swear to god

stuffy moron is correct

"IT'S A FUCKING WONDER HE EVER GOT LAID" OIJRIOJWEIOJIEWOJFIOEJOF

"THE ATROCITY THAT IS BEING ACQUAINTED WITH NIALL AND HIS HORRIBLE AFFINITY FOR CHEAP FLANEL" ORJFOIJFEIOWJ YOURE SUCH A POET

he's so dumb she was with him bc he's hot that much should be obvious to him🙄

FOOLISHLY HOPELESSLY UNMEASURABLY IN LOVE HWAT THE FUCK DREA IM SAD

i love that he remembers the spinal cord dislocation and the dead leaves . like yea im dead rn but the leaves in my hair are really what's bothering me the most

what the fuck is a maw

ok i looked it up i get it now

"attachment is for gullible idiots" yup and youre one of them vampy 😌

"the warmest skin his icy fingers had ever had the good fortune to touch" im so soft rn

oh so now she has "a wholesome beauty about her nature" ? i thought she was just cute enough 🤨

HE THINKS HER SMILE COULD RESTART HIS HEART THATS SO CUTE IM OUHOIJFOEWIJFIOEWJ

"the responsibility of keeping her safe, satisfied, and happy" how 🥺 🥺🥺

"as long as he breathes" i thought he didn't breathe lmao BUT I GET THE SENTIMENT

"always when it comes to her" IM SCREAMING RN THIS IS SO SOFT I CANT

ill never forgive him for being so dense either his brain is basically a rock

HE WANTED TO COMMUNICATE THAT HE BELONGED TO HER IM GONNA HAVE A STROKE

couldnt be me i dont want to be percieved

HE ADDED A FUCKING BUTTERFLY AFTER THE DISCO BALLS IM OIWFJIOEWJFIOEJIOEWNOJIWJ(*H(WUIOFJIOEWJFIOWHVIFUEH)U)($UT

HEY a hamilton obsession is not childish😤

'the only person who was allowed to touch him there was y/n' he's like a little kid who's possessive omggggggg

oh this reminds me i rlly hope everything in that chest was new and had never been used on anyone else owijfowiejfioewj

oh please my irish king can control himself let y/n meet the other vamps🙄

"if they knew all along why did it take so long" yk im wondering the same thing dummy

"every day was a battle to earn her love and affection" wtffff how could she hurt him like that he is just a baby

i think he needs therapy tbh

yes he does deserve to be treated with respect and dignity😤

"supporting and tolerating them despite your differences" exactly unless they're a republican

IM SORRY THAT WAS MEAN OIWFJOIWJFEIOw i said what i said tho

they did everything backwards but it's what baby needed🥺

im literally gonna 🔪 bradley how dare he hurt my favorite ribeye like that

PROPER BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND BONDING PLSSSSS im sure he makes sure to say stuff like "as your boyfriend' or 'since youre my girlfriend' all the time now

"everything that has to do with harry has always and will always make her feel safe and secure" ...who's gonna tell her👀

HE BECOMES CLINGY IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP

awwww my love language is also quality times bestiesssssss

(this is more serious you might want to change the words to nose kisses or something because esk*mo is a slur)

HE wants to be wrapped in HER arms and get forehead kissies like a little baby🥺🥺

i can tell you wrote this chappy bc leyla would never write about ice cream

IF CHRIST CAN GET A DATE MARKER SO CAN HARRY OIFJOEIWJFIOEWJFWI PLSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE HIM

ALWAYS FOR HER WEJFIOJWEIOFJEWIOFJOIEWJFOIEWJF HES SO IN LOOOOOVE

HE DID IT AND IM SO PROUD OF HIM🥺

omg i have a thot imagine if she got a heart murmur or something and obvi he knows bc he can hear it so now he has to find a way to make her get it checked out out without being suspicious 😭

HE ROCKS HER TO CALM HER DOWN WHEN SHES HAVING NIGHTMARES IJFEOWIJFOIWEFJ

“nearly blinds himself for eternity” what a drama queen i love him

maybe learn how to turn your brightness down grandpa

“can women sense emotional distress” why is this so funny oiewfjwieojfioewj

DEHUMANIZING OWEIJOIAJAKLFSDJLKSDJFKLD

not a psychotic episode 😭😭

crippling mommy issues woejfkljdklsjsdf me too king

awwwww he made her a full buffet i would cry

matchy socks im gonna sob

king is a chef 😌

y/n’s head @ harry’s clavicle rn: 💥

“his plush chest” drea its ok you can say titties

“absolutely flawless”? are you sure shes not just cute enough 🤨

he got her oat milk 🥺the sign of true love

hes such a shithead i love him

SPELLING HIS NAM E ON HER TUMMY IM HAVING ANOTHER STROKE

“I DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE” HES SO WOIFJSJFSDKJKLSDJF

HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO NIALL LIKE THAT 😭😭

RAPUNZEL HAIR OSIDJSKJKLSJF

she traces a tiny heart on him wtfffffffffff im sad

this… is hot

“theres no room on the counter” owifjlksjfslkfjklsj

HE WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR HER maybe then he’d be a little less cold

im sorry that was wrong of me lisjfskldjfwoiejewiojrei

OH MY GOD OWEIJFKLJSKLFJL SHES SO BOLD “can’t i?” OSIJFKSLJLKJF

oh boy hes gonna kill her

I WONDERED WHEN THE YOURE HOT WHEN YOURE MEAN THING WAS GOING TO COME UP

literally shut the fuck up mr english major

do it bestie kick him in the balls

SPARE BOOBIES MAAM I CNAT BELIEVE YOU aCTUALLY WROTE THAT OWIFEJWIJEKLJFOIEWHOEWIFEHFLKEWJFKLEWJKLJFL

IM WHITE IM ALLERGIC TO SPICE WEJFLKJFKLEJFLKJSKLJKFSJD

“character development at its finest” what a self aware king

y/n stop being mean to him baby just wants to feel close ☹️

“I’m anemic” ok king whatever u say

“ME AND MY CHRONIC ILLNESS IM SENSITIVE” IJFKLSDJFKLJSDKLJ

ahhhhhhh it’s yoga time

“just ask your cervix” jlksdjflksdjflkdsjflk

“if only you knew” ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

yeah y/n isnt like those other girls 🤪 shes different 🤪

yes bestie objectify him

THERE IT IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THIS ENTRIE BOOK

PERHAPS MY FAVORITE LINE IN ANY BOOK EVER

“He hasn't been this stiff since rigor mortis”

i think about this on a daily basis i truly do

grey shorts? what a slut

“call the lapd im pressing charges” me after walking up the stairs

OH SO THIS IS WHERE THE GREYS ANATOMY CHARACTERS FROM THE SPOILERS WITHOUT CONTEXT COME IN

him using his shirt as a towel im BARKING

“I wasnt jealous” yea ok 😃

AGAIN HIM DRAWING HIS INITIALS ON HER SKIN THATS SO WOIJFSKLDJFLSJ

yeah harold she just wanted a little kiss 😤

yeah 😃 its bc he ran track 😃

no bc thats so fucking cute that she pretended she had never seen the show before bc he was excited to introduce her to it 🥺

I would do the same tbh i feel like it would be fun to wash dishes with harry idk why

“that skank” oisjksldfjklsjfklsdjflkd

YOUR THICK SKULL COULD DAMAGE THE MARBLE LSKFJKLDSJKFLSDJFKLSJFKLSJKLSJLDKFJLSKDJF I WOULD CRY

he gets her a cup of water 🥺

ok but like wouldn't she want to wash her hair after it got all sweaty at yoga

awwwww she got his toothbrush ready for him why am i so soft rn

memory foam mattresses sound nice but actually they kind of suck bc you sink down and feel trapped in them 😃

HE WATCHED THE TIKTOK SHE SENT HIM IM HAVING A THIRD STROKE

niall is probably on the dumbest side of tiktok idek what side but it’s probably annoying and he thinks it’s hilarious

noooo baby youre not a monster🥺 someone give him a hug rn

well actually you are kind of a monster but its ok we still love u bestie

I too run on caffeine and pizza pockets 😌

TONSIL HOCKEY WHAT THE FUCK OIEJFLSDKJFKLSDJFLSJLKFJSDKLFJ

chatsnap hes such an old man 😭

true lmao if you dont have social media i immediately dont trust you

not the i just washed my hands tiktok 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HE FEELS STRANGELY PERCIEVED RN KJFLSJFLKSDJ IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BUT IM LIKE LEGIT LAUGHING

DO IT BESTIE BITE HIM CHOMP CHOMP

“my eyes are stinging” hes such a baby 😭

“MY SIGH”TS ALL FUZZY” SJFKDSLJFLKDSJFLKDSJFLK

“are you all right” “I dont know :(’ i cant handle this my face hurts from smiling lksjflkjafklj

he has a kitchenaid stand mixer omg thats so sexy

ok but has anyone ever gotten salmonella from raw cookie dough bc i think thats just a myth

fuck u for that one vampy

wow he could never deal with my chronically ill ass

WAIT IS IT WAP

NOPE ITS BETTER LSDFJSDKLFJDS

I agree body is absolutely an instrumental masterpiece

I KNEW HE KNOWS SOME TIKTOK DANCES I KNEW IT

“I know youre kinda into that (getting smacked in the face)” SHUT UPPPPPPP SKJFSKDLJFDS

NOT HIM TWERKING SLKFJSDKLFJDSKLFJDSKL

YES YN GET THAT VIDEO AND BLACKMAIL HIM

“I think i popped something” ok old man 😭

why is the word wench so funny lkfjslkfjdslkfjsdlkfj

dont hand it over i want to see him snap

OH SHIT HE JUST JUMPED THE TABLE LSDFJSDKLFJLKDNMNXCMNJKHOIUIOEUR

oooooooooooo

OH MY GOD AGAIN SHE REALLY IS BOLD SLKDFJDSKLFJLSKDJFLKJFS

not guerrilla warfare 😭😭😭😭

do it bestie give him a concussion he deserves it

“no piece of art could ever compare to her” 🥺🥺

“remember that time you told me making out was childish” “no” i hate him 😭

THERE IT IS AGAIN “sex isnt the only way he can feel close to someone anymore” SHUT THE FUCK UP IM SOBBING

this reminds me of the dehydrated intercourse with demonrry

“don’t care, relationships are about sharing’ hes so sdjfksldjfklsjf

DO IT BESTIE KICK HIS KNEECAPS IN

suing disney for false advertisement 😭

THIS SCENE IS KILLING ME LKJFKLSJFLDSJ “just pucker your lips over it” “You have actual brain damage, dont you?” DREA I LOVE YOU KSDJFLDSKJFLKSDJ

how do those bubbles taste babe

ok drea wtf i was so happy and now this??????

“everything’s wrong” NO SHUT UP SHUT UP ITS HAPPY HOURS

not the boob privileges 😭

WAIT THIS IS FROM THE BSE MV ISNT IT “dance is just so hot rn” “depressing shades are just so hot rn”

NOT HIM GETTING ALL STUTTERY WHEN HE ASKS HER IF SHE WANTS A DRAWER 🥺

NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN THIS GENTLE WITH HIM BEFORE WTFFFFFFFF IM CRYING

“youre so fucking cute, my baby” me when i see literally any picture of him

JELLO HAS a STRONGER BACKBONE THAN THIS KSFJSDKLFJDSKLFJ

“betrayed. objectified. taken advantage of. used. “ i hate him sm 😭😭

OH MY GOD IS SHE GONNA SHAVE HIS FACE THATS SO CUTE IM

SHE ISsSSSSS IM SQUEALING

stop him worrying she’ll think it's weird and wont want to do it 🥺

“bold of you to assume id ever be convicted” PLS DREA LAKFJDKSLFJ

“the more you talk, the more appealing manslaughter sounds” I CHOKED DLSKFJDSKLFJDKSJFDSKLJ

HIM WHISTLING TO GET HER ATTENTION WHY IS THAT SO CUTE

Im sorry but its really funny to me how you wrote the sentence “wrong metal, he thinks ironically” … get it ? like IRONically lkfjdslkfj im sorry i’ll show myself out

“this boy?” what a fucking cutie i want to kick him

I forgot what a bop helpless is thanks for reminding me im gonna go listen to the entire soundtrack again-

theyre so fucking cute i hate them

so yea bascally this is the best thing ive ever read and i love you so much and my face hurts from smiling :)))

[bohemiansweede]

HOT SPACE

HOT SPACE

Fanfic

Pairing Brian May Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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- No.. I really like the "HOT SPACE" album Bri.. No matter what you or the critics might think..

- It's fuckin disco Y/N...

- Maybe it will take time for it to sink in for some people.. And it is just because you don't dance.. You'll never know.. maybe you like it later on..

Brian shrugged his shoulders and took down the last of his beer before he hinted to the bartender to give him another one

He looked around and saw John, clearly drunk dancing on around the tables, Freddie was happy, he chatted and mingled with everyone, Roger was cheerful and snuggled in his girlfriends neck

- Damn it.. This party sucks aswell.. maybe I begin tog get to old for this shit

The release party was a huge success for everyone.. well.. Everyone else but Brian

- Bri C'mon.. Cheer up a little, a new tour is coming, you enjoy to be on the road right?

- Yeah.. It's not that love.. Ehhmm, I have been thinking a lot lately and... I am well over 30 and.. Damnit.. I don’t have my own family.. Even Roger.. Can you believe Roger got a kid before ME!!

- Brian, you are drunk.., you have never mentioned this before..

You could clearly see the panic form in his eyes and even if he had been drinking, you knew he was right

You sipped on your drink and twirled the tiny umbrella between your fingers

- I am serious Y/N.. I have been so deep into writing and music that I have just literally missed everything else around me and.. I know that don't have a biological clock like you girls but... still... And you? You are still falling for wrong guys or am missing something?

You knew that he was right

All idiots were drawn to you like magnets, and you were closing in on 30..shit

- Sooo... What are you plan then, you are not exactly meeting your wife while sitting in your studio.. Or.. Hey.. You can go to one of thoose clinics and wank off in a mug... Giggle

- No fuckin way.. Are you fuckin mad??? I am kinda famous.. Have you forgot that?

You kept giggling, you could see him in front of you, sneak in there with a big coat and hat..

- Sry Bri... Just thought... Well... If not that and adoption is a deal for you.. I have a suggestion...

He stopped in motion and you could see his eyes widened like he already knew what you were about to say, you had been friends for a few years now and always joked about stuff but..

- Brian.. You want a a kid, a family... so do I, Ehhh.. Sooo ... why not help eachother?

Brian spat out his beer over the bar and almost dropped the glass and if his eye wasn't already fully wide..

His mouth fell open and he started to stutter and you were not quite sure if he was laughing or not

- Ohh.. Omg.. Y/N.. Ehh.. You said I was drunk but.. Omg.. You mean... Shit... Seriously?

He stopped laughing and looked and your serious face

- Omg.. You're really serious

- Hey guys!!! Cheer up!!!

Freddie came bouncing and slammed his palm in Brians back

- The party is over there!!, He pointed with his thumb towards the back of the room

- You go ahead Bri, I think it's time for me to go home..

- You sure sweetie? He wrapped you into a big hug that only he could, are we still having dinner next Friday?

- Yes.. I'll be over at 7 as usual.. You gaved a soft kiss on his cheek and saw him leaving with Freddie

You tried to not think of the embarrassing incidence during the week.

But had you really made a fool of yourself and said theese things? .. If so, you could only hope he would not remember any of it from that night

For as long as you could recall, you tried to hold on to the ritual to see eachother every Friday, from the beginning it was four of you from a science class, now it was only you and Brian

Of course it was a strouggle during the tour, but then he always called instead, from Asia, USA.. Sometimes boyfriends or girlfriends had joined and a few occasions you had been little waisted so you had shared a kiss or two, but.. never more...

You smiled for yourself while you jumped out from the taxi, Brian the hopeless romantic and gentleman

You really wished the best for him, a really sweet girl someone who..

- Y/N!!! HI!!!!!

- Hi Bri... Am I early?

- No.. God you look beautiful .., the food is in the owen, come in

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and you breathed in his aftershave, he always smelled so good

- I brought wine, shall I open it?

You went into the kitchen where he had prepared vegetarian food, he were an amazing chef, your stomach almost screamed of hunger

He stod silent behind you.. watching

- Y/N.. The other day

- Bri.. I..

- No... S'alright.. been thinking tho... What did you mean when you said we should help eachother

Shit.. There was no turning back from this, he remembered.. every single word

Sometimes you really wish you were an ostrich

- You ok hunnie? He caressed your upper arm and an electrical stream went through your spine

- Brian.. Thing is.. You swallowed hard.. I was kinda hoping you forgot..

- I do not forget things like that Y/N..

You started to fiddle with the corkscrew..

- Have you changed your mind

- No.. No.. But.. I.. We didn't finish talk about it and.. It is not just to buy a loaf of bread you know..

It became silent again, you started to sip on your wine, no matter what were about to happen it was best to get shitfaced, in the corner of your eye you saw Brian pour a glass for himself aswell and never taken it down so fast

- Don't missjudge me, you are very attractive and it is not that... I wa.. I don’t... Damn it... But our friendship.. I am afraid that we are losing what we have..

- Me to Bri..me too, but I want a kid aswell .. And if this is the only way for us.. We might have both friendship and a baby..

- But... He put down his glass.. If it doesn't work.. I mean.. Do we ke..

- Keep trying? Yes.. I want it to work.., you closed the gap between the two of you

- B.. But.. This means that we are going to have sex right.. Shit.. I can't just.. you know.. without touching.. And..

He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip

You placed your head on his chest and trailed your hands up and down his back

- It's ok Bri.. It is just me...

- That's the thing... It's you.. You.. My friend.. My everything..

- Brian... Look at me

It was almost like he forbid himself to look at you, he shok his head and a tiny tear fell from his eye

- I want you... I want th..this.. s.. so bad.. He stuttered.. pl please.. let me kiss you

Finally your lips met, you let out a tiny whimper and your fingers tangled in his dark curls

You pushed your body against his and his hands fumbled with your blouse

- Oh.. No.. Brian.. Shit.. I want this to be so perfect.. Our first time.. Shall we.. shall we.. you phanted in his mouth

- It.. It is perfect love... It is with you..

He turned off the stove, the food were less important now, took your hand and led you down the hall to his bedroom

Never before had your own heart beaten so fast, it felt like your first time all over again, in one way it was but now it was with a man you were so sure of, that you had known so long

His head fell back and his eyes closed again.. you kissed him softly on his exposed neck and he started to breathe faster, his strong arms pulled you closer and you felt every muscle, every fibre in his body wanting you

- L.. Let me touch you..

His voice almost cracked

You helped him by taking his hand up to your breast and already hard nipple, he cupped it gently and started touching it while moaning in your ear

- Please Bri... I...

- Sssscchh... I know... I know.. Let's not rush it ok.. I have wanted to touch you for so long..

Your hips bucked against his crotch, you whole body was in flames

You tried desperately to unbuttoned his shirt and you both giggled a little

He cupped your face with his big hands and looked deep into your eyes

- You do know that I love you so much Y/N..

He kissed you with such passion and intensity, his tounge left a trail along your neck like a lava stream

- Omg Bri.. I.. I love I love you too...

- Mmmmm... There is soo much I want.. Mmm I want to do with you... I have thought about this so long..

He laid you down on the bed as you were a treasure, and hooked his long finger in your jeans

- Lift up hunnie

He smirked up at you and you tried to help him wiggle down your tight jeans, in same motion came your underwear and he gasped after air

- Brian... You have seen this before haven't you..

- N.. Not yours... Shit I.. Want to make you feel so good but I am afraid I might explode

- Bri.. We have time..

He took his long fingers and drawed patterns on your inner thighs while looking at your glistening core, with one finger he followed the slit between your folds up towards your nub and stopped

He looked at you while circling your clit fast with his thumb, his other hand held a tight grip around his member

He removed his thumb and replaced it with his mouth, he flicked his tongue in fast motion, he whined and whimpered against your core and you could tell he was struggling to hold back

- Ahhh Brian ohhh God, feels so good.. Ahhh yes....

Your walls were soon contracting in an orgasm and you took a firm grip in his hair and pulled him closer

- Bri... Ohh Bri... Please... I am ready.. Make me pregnant...

He looked up and smiled at you and once again you saw the tears were building up in his eyes..

Also you felt it...

This could be it..

It could be happening

He placed himself between your legs and kissed you soft on your lips and pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear

You felt him in your entrance slightly stretching you out bit by bit

You were trembling under him

You moved together in unison

His body were shaking and you knew that he could not hold back so much longer

- Omg Y/N... I.. Oh God ohhh.. I am so close...

He tried to slow down his pace but you stopped him by wrapping your legs around his back

- Ohh Yes Brian Fill me.. Fill me.. Please Ahh yes...

You could feel every vein on his throbbing cock was ready to push his seed inside your body

He snapped his hips a few more times until he came, you felt his warm wave of cum through your walls

Your final contractions emptied him on the last drops..

You wanted everything

All your limbs were tangled together, you laid like that for a long time before anyone said anything

- Do you think it worked Y/N?

- Mmmmm maybe?

- You know we cannot go back to the way we were even if it didn't work right away...

- I don't want to Brian...

- Me neither..

This had changed everything for you

And this first weekend actually did work... It planted a little seed inside of you

But neither of you knew that yet

That is another story

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Bad acid story pls

So, when I was 20 I lived in Seattle and my life was pretty weird and crazy. I was a shift manager at a community garden project from semi-homeless punk kids on University of Washington campus. I lived in a punk house called the “Maniac Mansion” by Ravenna Park and fuck-me if the place didn’t live up to its name. 

In my free time I hung out in Golden Gardens a lot. And in GGs I took a lot of acid. Now, Golden Gardens is hard to describe to people who’ve never been there, but I’ll give it a shot. GGs is a massive park in Ballard (a pretty suburban neighborhood in Seattle) which was a big ass forest with millions of stairs that eventually wind down to a gorgeous beach. I took a lot of acid and mushrooms in that park. This specific trip, a girl who I was “seeing” (in the biblical sense) who’s name escapes me but is probably Jessica or something) got some acid, a blanket and some firewood, and asked me if I wanted to have a drug fire on the beach. I was down as a long hair could be and off we went.

Jessica (we’ll call her that although now I feel like her name might have been Amada or something, it was a long time ago) picked me up in a car, we dosed and then drove like the wind so we would get there as the acid took hold. We parked and walked to the park, casually chatting about some inane bullshit, I’m sure. I realized I was high when I got to the top of the million stairs down and it looked like some fantasy steps down to a castle or some shit. Once we eventually made it to the beach, I made a fire and we climbed into the blanket and just snuggled higher than brontosaurus balls.

Sounds super fun, right? “Thought this was supposed to be a bad trip story?” You say to yourself being both correct and impatient.

After laying around and getting sand in my asscrack, the fire had died down so I got up to throw in a couple logs and realized that HOLY SHIT the beach was full of people having fires around us and we’d never noticed them coming. They were mostly families and most of them were bbqing. The family closest to our pile of high had just finished and were saying grace before their meal. This shit set me off in the weirdest fucking way. I was entirely too high to deal with white god.

It’s important to note that I was raised by whackadoodle christians in a weird ass cult. Me and the Lard didn’t have the best relationship. And this family sitting down around a fire to pray was too goddamn much. It got in my head that, “Some people get really high on drugs and find The Jesus® and everything changes for them.” Now, I wasn’t thinking about The Jesus® or converting or really anything like that. I was afraid of the idea that I might and then I’d have to go to church and have kids and work in a corporate office. I was mortified. I couldn’t think about anything besides starched button up shirts and singing in some weird ass protestant church or something. I had Jennifer drop me off at the Maniac Mansion and I fuckin’ immediately ran into my room (which I shared with another dude)and rolled myself up into a blanket. A roommate was in the other room listening to Death’s album Scream Bloody Gore, which normally I love, but it was just feeding into my fear of finding the christ with all its cheesy spooky riffs. I was spiralling. I was naming my kids and figuring out if I’d be a deacon or treasurer at the church when my roommate just busted into my room, ripped the blanket off of me, threw me a blunt and made me come into his room and listen to Death on full volume and look at pictures of graffiti on the internet and talk about dying and how nothing matters because at the end of your cosmic day, you end up dead as disco in a box. This was what I needed, this brought me back.

I never explained to my roommate how much this helped or what it did and he didn’t give a shit, he was just bored and realized I was losing it over god knows what and he wanted company. I realized that people don’t become christians like that and I took a cold shower and everything was fine.

So, that is a long ass story about the time I got so fucking high on acid I thought I was going to convert and live a boring hetero life. hahahaha

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Libraries are for Meetings

Masterlist 

Mobile App users: I suggest reading on Ao3 or on desktop version. I don’t understand why, but when I look at this fic on mobile the paragraph spaces aren’t there properly. If you know how to fix this, please let me know.

Overview 

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Type: Alternate Universe - University

Rating: Mature (mainly because of the thinking and character loss)

Relationships: Analogical (Platonic? Romantic? Who knows), Royality, possibly more to come

Characters: Virgil Sparks, Logan Mars, Patton Smiles, Roman Reels, original Deceit inspired character (they are sweet, I promise), and a few original characters and possibly more familiar names to come.

Summary: Virgil works as a cleaner in a library after loosing his university scholarship. He’s homeless, he’s lost, he’s confused and he has to admit he needs help. Cue an unpredictable meeting and suddenly there is someone willing to take him on the path of self discovery and acceptance. Will he accept it, or will he walk away like he normally does.

Virgil and Logan’s growth may be the main focus, but Patton and Roman do have their own story arcs. A few original characters to steer the story and a reimagined Deceit with their own quirky role to play.

Warnings: anxiety and panic, negative thinking, deaths (original characters), homophobia (and more. This is a tale of self discovery and acceptance), homelessness, different aspects of LGBTQIA+ presented (I probably won’t get the whole spectrum, but there are a few)

Chapter 1 - The Dark Librarian 

Music blasted through Virgil’s headphones as he finished piecing a gaming system back together. He was so use to doing this, he was certain he could finish the job with his eyes closed; not that his perfectionism would ever let him try. Checking the clock, he scribbled in his notebook to start working out the cost of his efforts.

 “Hey Virgil?... Sparks!”

“I told you not to call me by my surname.” Virgil grumbled, pulling his headphones off as he turned to face his visitor.

 A woman lent on the doorframe of the room, dressed in a light blue button up shirt and black slacks. Despite he hair being in a tight bun, a single strand hung loose near her face and she twirled it around her finger.

 “What do you need, Katie.” Virgil swooped his bangs off his face and gave her a half smile. “You always twirl your hair when you need something.”

“Read me like a book.”

“We are in a library. Makes sense that I’m good at reading.” Katie was avoiding all eye contact and Virgil groaned, “Spill those feels, Reels. It will be time for my shift to start if you keep stalling.”

Katie let out a nervous laugh, “Yeah, about that.”

“What?” Nervous energy started to build in Virgil’s gut at Katie’s response.

“Look, I know you hate being out the front during the day, but I need you to take the afternoon shift.” Virgil fixed Katie with a tired look as she rambled on. “The main library got in a whole bunch of new reference books and they have all been entered into the system incorrectly, and Tia – that new librarian- tried to fix it herself, but ended up messing up the whole system, and now she’s freaking out and she called me in hysterics because no one can borrow and what is the point of a library if you can’t borrow an-“

“Woah, woah,” Virgil waved his hands out in front of him to silence the freaked out librarian. “It’s fine, Katie. I can manage. It’s a Tuesday, nothing ever happens on a Tuesday.”

“I’ll make sure you get paid for the extra shift, and I’ll come and help you with your normal cleaning as soon as I’m done.”

“Whatever. It’s fine.” Virgil followed Katie out of the room, checking his keycard was in his pocket before closing the office door. “Message me if Tia screwed the computers up too much for you to handle.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Virgil.” Katie started racing towards the front door, before quickly turning to call back to him. “Oh, my brother Roman has booked the reading area at 4:30 and office 3 cancelled so it’s actually free.”

“Would you get out of here already, Reels.”

Katie flipped Virgil the bird before running out the wooden front door, leaving Virgil in the silence of the small, old library.

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 As expected, the library was very quiet all afternoon. Virgil did his best to remain calm and come across as a professional as a few families came in briefly to borrow books with their small children. His ripped jeans and ‘Panic at the Disco!’shirt didn’t really scream ‘librarian’ but his clothing options were very limited at the moment. Not that he liked to admit it, but Virgil had been living on friends couches and in his library office since he lost his university scholarship. Katie was well aware of what Virgil was doing, but feigned ignorance; Virgil would talk to her when he was ready.

 “What’s up, Sparkles? Crawled out of your cave rather early today.” Virgil groaned at the sound of Roman’s voice, “Where’s Katie?”

Virgil tilted his head to the side and made sure Roman felt the full weight of the annoyance in his eyes. Katie’s use of his surname was in jest, a joke between coworkers and friends; Roman’s nickname always came across like an insult.

“Wow, touch-y.” Roman held his hands up in surrender, before readjusting his red and white jacket to appear more sincere. “Viiirgil, where is my delightful sister Katie?”

“There was a book emergency at the main library so she went to help out.”

Virgil continued pulling books off the shelf to inspect them for damage, but Roman wasn’t moving on.

 “Can I help you with something else?”

“Well I’m glad you asked,” Roman beamed and moved to lean on Virgil’s trolley. “Seeing as no one is in here, can I pl-“

“No.”

“Wha-?” Roman gasped as if he had been shot, “I didn’t even finish asking my question.”

“You didn’t need to.” Virgil returned a book and gave Roman a mischievous smile, “The answer is no.”

Roman stood up and let Virgil push the trolley back down the aisle and towards the main desk. For a moment he considered pulling the ‘My sister is your boss’ card or even turning on the waterworks for his deceased parents but decided against it. He didn’t know much about the mysterious worker, but he knew enough that power and sympathy would get him nowhere. Thankfully, Roman had one more trick up his sleeve.

 Virgil watched Roman move the lounge and beanbags around the reading area to extend his floor space. Booking dance spaces was expensive and the library proved to be a cheap, but inferior, alternative. When Roman threw his jacket aside, revealing his tight black tank top, Virgil was quick to avert his eyes to prevent himself from being caught blushing at the sight. Turning back to the computer, Virgil started scrolling through the booking lists and checking that he still had permanent hold over office 2, before going into the system to look for overdue loans.

Humming pulled Virgil away from his thoughts and he saw Roman humming a tune to himself as he danced around the area. There was a slight vibrating sound and Virgil looked to the end of the bench and saw Roman’s phone sitting on a pile of books. Walking over, the screen was lit up as the phone vibrated for an alarm titled ‘music please Virgil’.

 Roman paused mid step as the beginning of one of his dance pieces started to come through the overhead speakers, instead of Katie’s usual natural sounds.

“Thank you, Virgil!” Roman called as he re-centred himself and prepared to start his piece.

Shaking his head, Virgil retreated to the seclusion of the aisles to return more books to their shelves. Roman was annoying, but how could he deny the effort the guy had gone to. In all honesty, he was just glad to not have been yelled at or have someone demanding things from him. His opinion of Katie’s little brother shifted slightly in that moment and he couldn’t deny that Roman was truly a very talented young man.

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 BANG

“Katie!”

BANG

“Roman!”

CLICK

Virgil’s heart was racing as he peaked out from an aisle and saw a man in a McDonalds uniform finish locking the front door and start running towards the back of the library. His brown hair was neatly styled, except for a few stray curls that sat on his forehead. He completely ignored Virgil, running straight for Roman and pulling him into a crushing hug.

“Roman, you’ve got to help me. I’ve done something terrible, horrible, unforgivable, utterly-“

 “Hey!” Virgil’s loud voice echoed through the empty library as he disconnected Roman’s music and stared at the pair. “You can’t just come in and lock up the library. Who do you think you are?”

“Chill out, Vee. Patton’s with me.” Roman held his arms securely around Patton and looked down at him with eyes full of confusion and concern.

“Don’t call me Vee, and I don’t care if he’s with you or not, you can’t just lock up the library whenever you want.”

Virgil started to walk back towards the door and Patton cried out.

“Please, don’t unlock it. I-“

A loud bang on the door stopped Virgil in his tracks and Patton let out a squeak.

 “Patton! Open this door immediately.”

The door shook as the person on the other side attempted to gain entry.

“Geez, Pat, what did you do to him?”

“One guy is making all that noise?” Virgil asked as the banging and yelling continued.

Patton nodded and buried his face into Roman’s shoulder.

“I r-real-ly mes-ssed up, Ro. The b-bi-g-ge-ss-st m-m-mes-“

Patton could barely speak through his sobs and irregular breathing. Virgil had no idea what was happening, but he wasn’t about to find out what would happen if the guy outside got to Patton.

 Virgil went to the desk and grabbed the keycard for office 3 and shoved it in Roman’s hand.

“Lock yourself in the office and put the dark screen up. I’ll handle this.”

“But Virgil, you don’t even know-“

“Just get him out of here before he passes out, ok!”

 Roman saw the determination in Virgil’s eyes and questioned no more, quickly leading Patton through the library to the office at the back. Virgil did his best to compose himself as he approached the door, hoping his outer self appeared more intimidating than he felt.

“Patton! You need to come out here and face me, NOW!”

 Virgil waited until he felt the man shift away from the door again before opening it. What stood before him was not the threat Virgil had pictured at all. Where he had imagined a heavily muscled maniac, a tall man in a white lab coat stood in his place. If it wasn’t for his red face behind squared, black glasses, and the way he quickly stormed passed Virgil, he wouldn’t have believed that this was the same person who had been trying to tear the door down.

 “Where is he?” The man started marching down to the back of the library, glancing down the aisles. “I’m going to kill that sorry excuse for a friend so I can dissect and study the brain of that idiotic, pun-generating humanoid.”

“Geez, dude, calm down.” Virgil called, as he attempted to catch up to the man after re-locking the door.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN! My life is over. How can I be calm?”

Virgil watched as the anger melted into sadness and the man clutched a warped laptop to his chest and slumped to his knees.

“He ruined everything.”

 Despite squeezing them shut, tears still streamed from the stranger's eyes. Virgil felt the adrenaline of the situation begin to fade from his system, and his legs and hands shook slightly as a result. Squeezing his hands into tight fists to calm them, Virgil knelt before the man and made his voice calm and soft.

“I’m guessing this has something to do with that laptop.”

“Yes,” the man sniffed and pulled a handkerchief from his coat pocket to clean himself up. “Patton…knocked it off of the table at the lab.”

“You chased Patton here from the science labs?” Virgil questioned, surprised when a nod confirmed the distance the two had traversed.

“All my work was on this laptop. Everything…gone.”

 Virgil had come across a few students over the years that had similar situations. He’d been given broken laptops, crushed USBs and smashed external hard drives. Everyone reacted a different way to the possibility of losing their data; though this was the first time he had seen someone hulk out over it.

“If you promise not to dissect anyone, I could have a look at it for you.”

“What? What can you do? It’s smashed.”

Virgil smirked as he reached out to carefully take the laptop out of the man's hands.

“You’d be surprised how tough some computers really are.”

“Well...um, thank you…”

“Virgil. Virgil Sparks.” He extended his hand out and offered a reassuring smile.

“Oh, um, I’m Logan Mars.” Logan shook Virgil’s hand and looked down in shame. “I’m sorry for my behaviour. I-it was incredibly uncalled for.”

“You’re right, but don’t sweat it. Come one,” Virgil stood and gestured to the offices, “let’s go check out this laptop, hey.”

 Logan slowly followed Virgil to his office, suddenly very aware of the immaturity of his actions. He was thankful that Virgil seemed so forgiving, anyone else would have called security or the police on him. It dawned on Logan that if that had been the case, he could have lost his scholarship and then his life would have been well and truly ruined.

“Thank you for not calling security.” Logan whispered as Virgil unlocked the office and started clearing the table of his work.

“Your welcome.”

“I’m serious. My behaviour was worthy of a call and that would have been the end of my time here. My scholarship would have b-”

“Lo, it’s fine.” Virgil finished boxing the gaming system and heaved it over to the corner of the room. “I wouldn’t jeopardise someone’s scholarship over a mental malfunction. I know what it’s like to lose everything over a simple mistake.”

“Pardon my question, but would you mind elaborating?”

Virgil let out a small chuckle as he searched through his boxes for tools and components for the laptop.

“I lost my scholarship due to a stupid mistake.” The look of sadness and curiosity in Logan’s eyes made Virgil nervous, but he continued. “I got into a fight in the middle of a lecture hall. Some moron made some…disgusting comments. I’ve spent my whole life being afraid to speak and listening to the shit people say about…”

Virgil couldn’t bring himself to say it. Shutting the closet door tight in his mind and quickly wiping a stray tear before Logan could see.

“Yeah, so, um… I decided to stand for what I believed in. Punches were thrown on both sides, but ultimately he ended up with a dislocated jaw and I ended up out of uni and out of money.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

 Logan couldn’t think of what else to say as Virgil set to work, pulling apart the laptop to inspect the components. Clearly, Virgil was a very multilayered individual. Logan had only seen the surface of who he was, and he was already fascinated with who the man was and who he wanted to be.

He watched curiously as Virgil pulled out various handmade devices and connected wires expertly in the sea of electrical components. Given the anatomy of a living organism, Logan could identify parts and their purposes with ease; but the scene before him now meant nothing. People had called Logan a genius his whole life, but watching Virgil now made him feel like a toddler in a 10th grade math class.

 “You are truly skilled in your field, Virgil. Are you taking classes elsewhere to hone your craft?”

Virgil laughed and turned to his own laptop screen, “I would need money to do that dude, and no one would give me another scholarship after losing my last one.”

“So where did you learn to do this?” Logan gestured at the table before him.

“At the Sparks institute of trial and error. Taught myself most things and Google has taught me the rest.”

“Unbelievable. You’re a genius.”

“Ew, seriously Logan, stop.” Virgil moved to grab a USB from his bag and plugged it into his laptop, pulling up another program and adjusting a few wires. “What I do is nothing special. I just know how stuff works.”

 Logan watched on in silence as Virgil continued. Clearly, he wasn’t going to take any of Logan’s compliments, and he didn’t give them out freely. The screen suddenly lit up with a document and Logan gasped and threw his arms around Virgil’s neck.

“You did it! You found it!”

“Ca-breathe.”

Quickly releasing Virgil, Logan apologised profusely for losing control of his emotions again. Virgil adjusted his shirt and fixed his hair as he set the computer to start copying the files across.

“You gotta settle down. I can’t guarantee that all your files are here, there is still a chance some of them are corrupted. I’ve got a program separating the corrupted files to a different USB and I’ll see what I can salvage and-“

Logan pulled Virgil into a hug, carefully this time. “Thank you so much, Virgil. If even half of my data and reports are safe, it’ll still be enough to show my professor.”

“I am not comfortable with this much physical contact with a stranger.”

Logan quickly let go and stepped back, “sorry. I, ah, went over the top again.”

 “Logan?”

The pair turned at the whispered voice to find Patton standing at the door, Roman protectively close by.

“Patton.” Logan’s voice was calmer now and it sounded strange to Virgil to hear him say Patton’s name in such a way.

“I’m so sorry, Logan. You’ve told me so many times not to be silly in the labs and I let you down. I’m sorry, Logie. Please forgive me.”

“Patton,” Logan took a deep breath and massaged his eyebrows. “You almost cost me everything. Without this data I would have had an incomplete research task which could have jeopardised my time here. Thankfully, Virgil was able to salvage some of my research. I-I-I’m so angry at you right now.”

Logan was staring intently at the corner of the office, while Patton’s eyes never left his friend, even as they filled with tears.

“I don’t think I can stop being angry with you for a while.” Roman placed a comforting hand on Patton’s shoulder as he let out a sob at Logan’s words. “I accept your apology, but I’m not ready to forgive you yet. Do you understand?”

Logan finally looked at Patton as he posed the question. Patton nodded and looked shocked as Logan held out his arms for a hug. Never one to refuse a hug, Patton raced forward and buried himself under Logan’s coat.

Virgil watched on awkwardly at the exchange. His mind trying to piece together the relationship between the three people in the room with him. Roman looked at his phone and started rapidly tapping on the screen.

 “I’ll make it up to you, Logan. I promise.” Patton managed to say, as his sobbing finally diminished. “You are my oldest friend and I would never purposefully do anything to ruin our friendship.”

“I know, Patton.” Logan looked over to Roman, who had just pocketed his phone. “Would you mind if Patton stayed with you and Katie for a while.”

“Wha-“ fresh tears started pouring from Patton’s eyes as he lent back to look up at Logan, but the man remained focused on Roman.

“Already organised, Lo.” Roman wrapped his arms around Patton’s waist from behind. “It’s ok, Pat. We’ve been meaning to spend more time together and Logan just needs some space.”

 Virgil didn’t think it was possible for Patton’s eyes to get any wider, but they did as Roman slowly backed them out of the room. When the sound of the door closing echoed through the library, Logan’s shoulders slumped once again but this time no tears fell.

“I’ve known Patton since I was seven years old. He’s like a brother to me. It kills me to push him away like that.”

“Then why did you?”

“He needs to learn that there are times that I need to be taken seriously. Besides, he and Roman needed a good excuse to take their relationship to the next level.”

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End note:

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. More chapters to come in the future. Feel free to give me feedback, I am always happy to accept constructive feedback as it helps support my future writing. 

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Chapter 2 ----- Masterlist 

What else have I done:

The Perfect Ring (oneshot - analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death) 

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

The Shield to your Sword (WIP - A fantasy/magic au - Prinxiety (Royal Roman and orphan Virgil - they’ll admit to their love eventually), Virgil angst, non binary, healer Logan, *spoiler* Patton) 

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles

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anon here is v curious about your headcanons for john/veronica/roger pls share

Okay you had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you asked me this. I will not apologize for my passions

My wife @candidroger​ and I have built out an elaborate world wherein John/Veronica/Roger are together and pure. It’s gonna be long, so STRAP IN! (long rant below the cut)

okay so it starts like this: roger and ronnie grow up in the same town and are bffs and  when they’re like seventeen roger realizes that he might..not..be straight?? he’s like definitely bi but more into dick than vagina

and he has STRICT parents who are homophobes so he’s like oh shit this is bad

and ronnie realizes that she has STRICT parents who just don’t want to see their baby girl go off and live her life in london like she’s always dreamed of? like they’re like, we can’t have you live ALONE in the BIG CITY where you could DIE so why don’t you stay here in town and just never leave the nest

so ronnie and roger are commiserating together over a bunch of wkds because they’re trash when they come to the realization that if they marry EACH OTHER they can not only make roger’s parents think he’s straight but also have ronnie’s parents let her go to uni in london

AND THEN THEY DO! they get married and roger’s parents are SO PROUD and ronnie’s parents are like, ugh FINE (minus Grandma Tetz but she deserves HER OWN STORY because that woman is hell in a handbasket and i love her)

So Ronnie and Roger move down to London together and they proceed to just fuck shit up. They have an excellent report with each other because these kids are inSANE. like they write up a prenup that is basically just that when they divorce, whoever has had the most sexual partners during their wedding wins their whole liquor stash, and that the cats (Mrs. Fuzzles [he’s a boy] and Gilgamesh [she’s a girl]) have a very detailed custody agreement. Its written on the back of a take away menu and they got it fucking notarized because they’re ~extra~

Ronnie also takes sick pleasure in trying to sabotage Roger’s chances of winning the liquor stash by kicking down his door while he’s in flagrante and being like “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN BED WITH MY HUSBAND!”

She’s only supposed to do it the morning after, but she’s competitive and in it to win

(That’s how they meet Freddie)(he refuses to leave because he lives for the drama)

Anyways so fast forward and Queen is now a thing like they are picking up steam and they’re looking for a bassist

In comes Mr. John Richard Deacon born August the 19, 1951 

Roger is his usual flirty mess who is hitting on men and women left and right and John is like, ah gotcha, this guys just the usual player like i think he’s the prettiest guy i’ve ever seen? but he’s kinda just a fuckboi okay gotcha gotcha gotcha

And then one day they’re playing and he sees this GORGEOUS woman in the crowd and he’s like fuck that’s the one I Love Her and he’s making eyes at her across from the bar and she’s making eyes right back at him and hes!! so!! happy!!

When the set finishes he goes and puts the Disco Deacy Moves™ on her and she is just so fucking into it and John’s like hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah

Only for Roger to come bounding up to her and is like “John! I see you’ve met my WIFE Mrs. Veronica Tetzlaff-Taylor (Tetz for short)” 

And Ronnie is like yup, this is my husband, can you believe we’ve been married for 6 years???? (they wear rings john just doesn’t pay attention poor lad)

And John is just...heartbroken. Like he is CRUSHED. Here was his perfect woman but not only is she MARRIED she’s married to his bandmate who is also a serial CHEATER

and he sits on it and stews for months because Roger keeps cheating but always goes home to their apartment and Ronnie is just so much better than him?? and she doesn’t deserve this!! but what can he do?? if he tells her he ruins the band but if he doesn’t then she’ll just get more hurt? 

Basically he spends it trying to avoid her because she’s aggressively hitting on him (hey the lady’s married to roger she’s learned some shit along the way) 

Then one night, they’re all out at a bar and Ronnie like corners him and he’s drunk and she just goes for it and she plants the kiss of a lifetime on him and is like “i know you want me like i want you” (a trademark Roger Taylor Line™) and john just snaps

“What about Roger?” and Ronnie’s like “He’s going home with someone else it doesn’t matter” because she might be brilliant but she’s Dense

“I’m not going to just be with you in order to get back at Roger,” he says and pushes her off him. “I’m not your whore.” 

And he leaves and locks himself in his apartment and spends the weekend alternating between eating too much ice cream and crying and watching shitty movies and feeling all around shitty

and when the next practice comes around, he shows up looking like shit with sunglasses on and is like “alright, roger is gonna kill me for kissing his wife and i’m gonna get kicked out of the band” 

Roger is FURIOUS and he immediately just slams John up against the wall and is like “You MOTHERFUCKER who do you think you are calling Ronnie a whore?” 

And john is like wtf no i didn’t and for your information SHE kissed ME

and Roger is like “I will fucking kill you for looking at her she doesn’t DESERVE YOU she is BETTER THAN YOU!”

John is now angry and is like “Oh yeah? Well she deserves better than YOU you fucking wankstain CHEATER!!” 

And Freddie is the one who's like okay...there’s clearly some miscommunication because Roger isn’t cheating? And johns like they’re MARRIED and he’s GOING HOME WITH OTHER PEOPLE

and Roger’s like oh fuck no one actually told you??? we all just...assumed you knew...

And johns like knew what

and then roger explains how they’re married in name only so that his family won’t cut him off and so her family would let her go to her dream university and hey the tax break is fantastic so they just kept at it and it works cuz they’re best friends

Johns like...”who the fuck gets married for a tax break” 

and together freddie and brian are like “roger and ronnie do”

So John shows up at Roger and Ronnie’s flat with flowers and is like I didn’t know and I’m sorry and I really want to take you out to dinner if that’s okay with your husband

And roger is like “bring her back by nine and no funny business”

and ronnie’s like “i can blow him in the car if i want roger and we’ll be back when i want to come back you hypocrite” 

And they start dating. And then John moves in with Roger and Ronnie because Ronnie can’t abandon her husband??? And it goes from Roger&Ronnie to Roger&Ronnie&John

Two years later, John has the worlds most awkward conversation with Roger where he’s basically like, hey can you um, get a divorce from my girlfriend so i can ask her marry me??? 

And Roger at first is THRILLED because John and Ronnie are couples GOALS and he LOVES them SO MUCH and they DESERVE HAPPINESS

So they get a divorce (Roger wins the pot of alcohol but Ronnie gets Mrs. Fuzzles and Gilgamesh) (Roger cries) and Roger is like okay, cool, i’m now single this is great!

and he just spends his newly single nights hooking up with everything that moves but he just keeps feeling sadder and sadder

Until he wakes up one night two weeks before the wedding and is like Oh Fuck I’ve Fucked Up and Fallen in Love with My Ex-Wife and Her New Husband

and just shuts down and is like okay well there’s nothing I can do now they love each other and i will never ruin their happiness so I’ll just SUFFER like a MARTYR

And he gives Ronnie away at the wedding (Ronnie and John couldn’t decide who would have him as their best man/MOH and it caused their biggest fight so they decided neither could have him and they’d just have him walk her down the aisle and give the big speech at the end) and is like i will never let them know that this is Killing Me.

After the wedding he’s like, okay guess I’ll move out now? At first its okay? because he’s now got all the hot water he wants, and he doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night to Ronnie and John going at it and Ronnie doesn’t leave her hair in the sink and John doesn’t drink all the milk and put the carton back in the fridge

But he’s Lonely 

Ronnie and John go on their honeymoon and Roger goes to Freddie’s to get the drunkest he’s ever been and he confesses his feelings but is like whatever i can be strong (spoiler alert he’s not he’s very sad)

Meanwhile, in Paradise, Ronnie and John are beginning to realize that they’ve never been alone this long without Roger

And John is like, has Ronnie always talked this much without Roger there to cut her off?

And Ronnie is like, had John always breathed this loud?? why is he wheezing?? wtf???? 

And they’ll never admit it to each other, but they’re really really REALLY excited to get home and see Roger again

But they can’t say that to each other?? Because it’s their honeymoon and who wants to hear from their new spouse that they’re more excited to see their best friend/ex husband than have sex with them

So they get back and they’re like ROGER!! WE’VE MISSED YOU!!

And Roger is like I Can Never Let Them Know I Love Them

so he just plays it cool and starts to distance himself from them because he doesn’t want to ruin their newlywedded bliss

But Ronnie and John keep fighting about everything (the milk the talking the fact that john will not stop dropping his wet towels on the bathroom floor wtf john) and they keep trying to see Roger but he’s always busy now??? he has no time for them??? because he “doesn’t hang out with married couples”????

Finally it comes to a head months later where Ronnie and John are just screaming at each other from across the kitchen when Ronnie finally just screams: 

“I WOULDN’T HAVE MARRIED YOU IF I KNEW IT MEANT LOSING ROGER!”

And john’s like 

“WELL ME THE FUCK TOO, VERONICA!” 

And they stop and stare at each other and they’re like, whut

so they pull out the wine and spend the night unloading how somewhere along the way they both fell in love with Roger?? And that they can’t love each other unless Roger is there because he is their Missing Piece

But clearly Roger doesn’t love them the way they love each other

They cry and hold each other and decide that even if they can’t have Roger like that, they’ll settle for just having him in their lives as their friend again because he’s been so distant lately

So when they’re in the studio next, John pulls Roger aside and is like, look i know things have changed, but I want you to know that no matter what Ronnie and I consider you to be our best friend and we miss you so please tell me what i can do to fix this?

and roger’s like...you can’t. because its my fault and i don’t want to be like, ruining everything

and johns like just tell me i can fix it!

and roger’s like you can’t

and john’s like try me

and freddie’s like, uh, let’s not do this here--

and john’s like i just want to know why he’s ignoring me and ronnie just because we got married

and roger’s like it’s because you got married

and john’s like, fuck, is this what its about? sorry you had to get divorced but like, i wanted to marry ronnie and--

it’s not that

“then what is it roger?”

And roger just goes fuck it and is like “I wanted to be the one married. To you. Both of you. Because I love you both. Like, love love. But you’re married to each other and it sucks but i’m working on it and it’ll take some time but we can be friends once i stop yknow. Loving you. Both. The two of you. Together.”

And john just stares at him because his whole brain is rebooting. and then he just kinda goes, “okay. I uh, need to uh, talk to my wife.” 

And then he leaves

He goes home and he tells Ronnie and they get so excited they have sex right there in the front hall and then they get dressed and they go to roger’s apartment all ready to be like WE LOVE YOU TOO WE WANT YOU TO COME BACK AND MARRY US FORVER

but roger is GONE he has fled the country

with freddie

they have vanished and ronnie and john are distraught like where the fuck is he??

Crystal is like you can’t break me I’ll never tell because drummer solidarity! And john is like fucking tell me or i’ll bring out the big guns and crystal is like you don’t fucking scare me

and the Veronica comes in and he breaks in >30seconds because Ronnie is terrifying and also she knows Too Much

Roger and Freddie are in Peru

Why? Because once John left, Roger panicked nd was like I HAVE TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY!! And because Freddie is the ultimate bro he took him to heathrow and got them trashed on duty-free vodka and was like okay bb you choose where you wanna go

and roger ends up talking to this nice new age couple who were like, we just hiked all of Mechu Pechu and we have come back cleansed of all our negativity and issues and we are now so much better than we ever were before and roger in his drunken glory was like yes that there i wanna go there cleanse me of my negativity

(they hike for exactly thirty minutes before they give up and check into a 5star spa and spend the days in face masks and chugging champagne)

Ronnie and John end up hiking the trail for two whole days before they realize that there’s absolutely NO FUCKING WAY Freddie would have done this

They think Crystal LIED and Ronnie is ready to kill him and strangle him with his own intestines when John spots a head of golden hair from across the market place 

(”fuckin’ romantic nerd,” roger teases later right before ronnie twists the shit out his nipple in retaliation)

And that’s how Roger gets his declaration of love screamed at him while 200 Peruvians and tourists stare on in horror as John dips Roger backwards and tries to swallow his tongue

(”I FUCKING LOVE YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU MADE ME GO HIKING! JUST TO TELL YOU THAT I’VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU EVEN BACK WHEN WE WERE MARRIED!” Ronnie screams)

They end up back in Roger’s hotel room wherein they proceed to dom the shit out of him like we’re talking praise kink and body worship and ronnie’s riding roger while john’s pounding him though the mattress

and the whole time they’re telling him that there is no us without you and we couldn’t work together unless you were there because we love you and you are ours and you can never leave us again and roger is loving it

and then they come home and the first thing they do is move roger into their new marital home and buy a giant mattress

Ronnie introduces them as “this is my current husband and our boyfriend my exhusband” and roger is like “this is my ex wife and her trophy husband they are both my lovers” and john is like “this is roger and veronica” 

and they spend the rest of their lives together having crazy hot sex and a billion babies

because you know Mr. I Have Six Kids and Mr. I Have Five Kids spend their days seeing who can get Ronnie pregnant the most and they are LOVING their giant ass family

and they all live happily every after

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk I hope i have converted you to the bright side 

[mrsjaxtellerfan]

Coming Home (Jax x OC) (Chapter 8)

Hey guys! Cowritten with @lookprettyliveclassyplaydirtyyt. Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Language

Chapter 8

“Ari, wake up, it’s nearly 10.” I wake to Jax gently shaking me, Abel laying on the bed next to me cooing away.

“What?” I grumble.

“It’s nearly 10, Sophia keeps asking if you are getting up. I have to get to work.” Jax states, planting a kiss on my forehead before picking up Abel and leaving the room. I lay there for a minute thinking about the events of yesterday, worrying if I’m leading Jax on. “Come on Buddy, let's get you changed and ready.”

I walk into the Abel’s room. “Jax. I’m gonna need the keys to the Caddy, so Sophia and I can change, but we will get Subway and bring you a sandwich. Maybe you can push her on the swing instead of Channing. Sophia and I can take Abel with us, if you would be comfortable with that.”

“Chucky!” Sophia yells from her spot on the daybed. “His name is Chucky, and he’s my friend.”

“Sorry, Chucky.”

Jax chuckles. “If you guys don’t mind taking Abel, that would be great. I’ll take the bike to the clubhouse, and you guys can drop off Gemma’s car and pick up the bug.”

“After lunch though, daddy.” Sophia says. “Are you gonna eat with us?”

“You better believe it, darlin’.”

“What kind of sandwich do you want, daddy?” Sophia asks.

“Your mommy knows.” He says, lifting up Abel and handing him to me. “I have to go to work. Sophia, can I get a hug?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Sophia yells, throwing herself into his waiting arms, wrapping her little ones around his neck.

“That is the best hug I have ever gotten Sophia! You give really good hugs!” Jax says to her, giving her a kiss on her chubby, little cheek.

“Mommy’s friend Kelsey says that too!” Sophia turns to look at me. “When are we going to see Kelsey?” Sophia asks.

“Soon, baby.”

“Alright, I gotta get going. I love you all.” Jax says, pecking me on the lips, kissing Abel’s head, and making his way toward the door, leaving me dumbfounded.

“Love you too, daddy! We will see you for lunch!” Sophia yells after him.

“Ready to go, baby?” I ask Sophia as I finish bucking Abel into his carseat.

“Yeah mommy.”

“Gemma?” I holler, walking into the house.

“In here.” I walk toward the living room. “I moved the birds and cleaned up so Sophia has a place to play. I unpacked you guys already, and Clay and I got her some new toys. I hope that’s okay.”

“Gem, it’s great! Thank you!” I smiles, hugging her.

“Where did y’all stay last night?” Gemma asks with a knowing grin.

“With Jax. Before you ask it wasn’t like that. Nothing is ever going to happen between Jax and I. We told Sophia last night, Gemma, she knows now.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Gemma grins. “How did it go?”

“She made him promise not to hurt her and I like Darren and Opie did, and made Jax promise to protect her from birds, let her ride on his shoulders, and love her as much as he loves Abel. He agreed, so she took it well.” I say, smiling slightly. “Sophia, don’t you need to ask Grandma Gemma something?”

“Grandma, do you think Papa Clay can scare away the monsters while I’m here? I don’t want them to hurt me, and some are too big for Hank to protect me from.” Sophia says, wrapping her arms around Gemma’s legs.

“I think he would love too, sweet girl. I also think you should ask him when you take your daddy lunch, just to make sure he promises you. Because Clay will never break a promise.”

“Go get dressed Sophia, we need to go. Grandma Gemma will show you where everything is.” I say, taking Abel and walking toward my temporary room.

“Hi, sweet boy.” I coo, making Abel smile and shove his hand in his mouth. I set him down where I can see him and go to my closet. Dresses. I go to the dresser and find what I was looking for, shorts, jean shorts. I pull a Panic! At The Disco tank top on, knowing that almost all of my bruises are gone, and grab a pullover in case it gets chilly later.

“Hey sweetheart.” Gemma says standing in my doorway.

“Hey Gemma. I was thinking, maybe you could drop us off at T-M after we pick up lunch for us and the guys, so I can get the bug.”

“I can do that.” Gemma says

“Mommy, don’t I look pretty?” Sophia asks, coming into my room.

“You do! In fact, that looks an awful lot like a dress I had when I was your age.” I smile at her while grabbing Abel. “Let’s go see if daddy likes your dress.”

“Juicey!” Sophia shouts, spotting the Mohawk right away. “We brought you a sandwich!”

“Thank you! I needed a sandwich!” He replies.

She spots Clay and runs over to him. “Papa! I have to ask you a question!” She says running toward him, stopping after dropping Hank in some dirt. “Haaaaank!” She screams and sits down on the ground next to him. “I’m sorry I got you dirty again. Do you promise to come back to me again if you go on vacation?” She begins to sob, tears running down her cheeks

Jax comes out of the clubhouse with Chibs and Half Sac following him, he stops when he spots Sophia on the ground, and runs over to her. “Sophia, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Th-th-the last time I g-got Hank dirty, he ha-had to g-go on v-v-vac-cation. I d-d-didn’t mean to g-get him d-d-dirty, p-pl-ple-ease don’t be m-mad, daddy.” Sophia says, sobbing into his chest.

“I’m not mad, baby. We will get Hank all clean, I promise.” Jax picks her up off the ground, and Hank too, and walks over to the picnic table.

“Jax! What happened?” I ask, walking over to where they were sitting, setting down Abel and everyone's sandwiches.

“She dropped Hank and then thought I would be mad at her and send him on vacation.”

“I should’ve been watching her, Jax. I’m-”

“No. You were doing a lot. Like helping with Abel, and getting everyone's food. This isn’t your fault, she probably would’ve dropped him anyway.” Jax says pulling Sophia, who is still sobbing, in for a hug. Grabbing Hank, he begins to wipe off the dirt. I look down at Jax holding Sophia and wiping the dirt off Hank, this family thing might work.

“Daddy?” Sophia says, looking up at Jax. “Thank you for not sending Hank on vacation. I love you.” She wraps her arms around Jax’s neck, and Opie lets out a deep growl making Sophia gasp.

“Where’s the sandwiches Sophia?” Juice says, with a smile on his face, rounding the corner. “What happened.” The smile falling off his face, being replaced with a look of concern.

“She dropped Hank, and Opie scared her.” Jax said, looking up at Juice. “Sophia, why don’t you sit with papa Clay for a little bit while I go talk to Opie, Okay?” Jax says, kissing her cheek before handing her to Clay and giving Hank back to her. “Opie.”

“Sophia.” I sit where Jax had been sitting. “Isn’t there something you need to ask papa Clay?”

“While I am at your house, with you and Grandma Gemma, will you scare away the monsters under the bed? I don’t want them to hurt me.”

“Of course I will, Princess.” He holds out his pinky. “I promise.”

“Sophia, my friend Piney would like to hold you. He is Opies daddy.” I say to her.

She goes over to where he is sitting and climbs up on his lap, facing him. “Hi.” She says, looking up at him. “Opie hurt my mommy, but you didn’t, so I’m not mad at you.” She says, before she turns around, sets Hank down on the table, and begins to eat her sandwich.

“Daddy!” Sophia says excitedly when she sees him again. “Thank you for cleaning Hank off. You got hurt, daddy. Are you okay?”

I look over at him. “Jax.”

“I’m fine darlin’. Nothing a little love and a couple alcohol pads can’t fix, after lunch of course.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“Do you like my dress?” She asks, looking down at it.

He puts his hand on her chin. “I love it, darlin’. It looks like the one your mommy used to have when she was your age. Except the zipper isn’t safety pinned in the back.” He says. “Your mommy still hates wearing dresses. Skirts, she doesn’t mind, but she HATES dresses.”

“Can I have a bite of your sandwich, daddy?” Sophia asks from her seat on Piney’s lap.

“Can you come sit over here, I don’t want to drip sauce on everything.”

“Thank you for letting me sit with you, Piney. You’re my friend.” Sophia says before turning to give him a hug, grabbing Hank, and walking over to Jax.

“She has really good manners.” Piney whispers to me after we move Sophia's sandwich closer to her.

“Yeah, my ex, Darren, he would yell at her if she didn’t use them. One time he locked her in the bathroom because she asked him for some food. It was 4 in the afternoon, and I was at work.”

“What did she mean about Hank going on ‘vacation’?” Piney asks

“When Darren locked her in the bathroom, he destroyed all her stuff, saying he was ‘punishing’ her for not using her manners. I couldn’t bare to tell her  that all that was left of Hank was practically stuffing and a few threads of yarn. So, I said he went on vacation and will come back to her someday.”

“That’s cute.” He smiles at me. “Thank you for letting me hold her after my sons asshole move.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Daddy, did Opie hurt you?” Sophia asked looking up at him after everyone had finished eating, she was sitting on his lap, picking at the strings on his patches, noticing the black eye and split lip for the first time.

“We got into a fight because he is mad that you’re not around him anymore.” Jax said, rubbing her back while I fed Abel.

“But you’re my daddy and he’s not, so why would he be mad?” Sophia turns to look at me. “Mommy, did I something wrong? Am I in trouble? Should I go to the bathroom?”

“No, Sophia.” Jax interjected, before I could say anything. “You did nothing wrong, you’re not in trouble, and you don’t need to go anywhere. Except the swingset. Want me to push you?”

“Really daddy? You’ll push me on the swing?” before he has time to answer, she gets up and grabs his hand. “Mommy, can Abel watch Hank while I play?”

“Of course he can, babe. You go and have fun.”

Sophia goes running toward the swingset, Jax following behind her.

“We need to talk.” Opie says to me.

“No Opie. We don’t, we have nothing to talk about.”

“Please?” Opie begs.

“What do you want?” I sigh, knowing he isn’t going to let up.

“I’m sorry. The things I said were awful, and I was pissed at Jax.”

“Opie. You were pissed at Jax, and because of that, Sophia now knows the truth. She knows that Jax is her real daddy. She also knows that you hurt mommy.” Chibs grabs Abel to burp him, putting Hank back on the table.

“Just give me one more chance to prove I can be a good dad.”

“No, Ope. You fucked up your own kids, I’m not gonna let you do the same to Sophia.”

Opie slapped me across the face. “Do NOT talk about my family again. You don’t know anything.” I stand there, clutching my cheek, trying to wrap my head around what just happened, tears springing to my eyes as I looking into the guilty eyes of the man I once called my best friend.

“Mommy, why did Opie hit you?” Sophia asked standing behind me, holding Jax’s hand. “Opie, why did you hit my mommy. You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her.” She runs away, in tears, toward the office that she knows Gemma is usually in.

“I have to go talk to her.” I said moving from between the two men, seething and pissed off at each other.

“Darlin’. Let me see your cheek.” Jax growls.

“Jax, it’s nothing.”

He gently pulls my hand away from my cheek, a red handprint starting to bruise. “This shouldn’t have happened. You don’t deserve this.”

“Jax. It’s fine, I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be.” He let's go of my wrist and kisses my opposite cheek. “Go check on Phia, she wanted to tell you something.”

I smile up at him and walk toward the office.

“What the fuck man? You had to hit Ari, and in front of our daughter?”

“She was talking about Donna and the kids.”

“That doesn’t mean you can hit her! Do you know all of what she has been through. Do you know all of what Darren did to her and Sophia?” Jax asked.

“No…”

“Right, you don’t, and I don’t either. I’m slowly trying to figure this shit out, and you gotta go and fuck this shit up. I should punch you, I’m not going too, because Sophia is coming, I can hear her humming. But if she weren’t about to see it, I would hit you so hard you see stars tomorrow. Stay the hell away from my family. Understand? I don’t even know who you’ve become.”

“Daddy.” Sophia says, wrapping her arms around his legs and hiding her face from Opie. “Mommy’s crying. Can you help?”

“Phia.” Jax says, pulling her up over his shoulders. “Take me in the direction of your mommy. And Opie, be gone when we come back out.”

“Onward, noble steed.” Sophia says, pointing in the direction of Gemma’s office. Jax laugh, hopping around, faking like he’s going to knock her off his shoulders, giggles erupting from the tiny girl as she clutches his hair.

“Jax.” I say, looking up at him from where I’m sitting. He’s panting, and hunched over, with a giggling Sophia on his shoulders.

“Darlin’.” He pants. He pulls Sophia off his shoulders and sits next to me on the couch. His breathing evens out. “Sophia said you were crying, and she wanted me to come help.”

“Jax, you really didn’t have to do that. It would’ve been fine.”

“No, darlin’. He did to you what Darren did, and what he promised Sophia he wouldn’t do to you, hurt you. I’m not gonna let him get away with that.”

“Jax, he is just gonna have to learn to move on.”

“Mommy.” Sophia says from her place on Gemma’s lap. “Grandma Gemma has family photos of everyone but us. Can we take one? With A-Abel too?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart. Why don’t you come with me and help me check on him and Hank.” I say, hoping Jax is going to fill Gemma in on what happened.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Sophia asks as we make our way out of the room.

“Baby, I’m okay. I promise.” I reply, pulling her up into my arms and making my way over to Chibs but not before making sure Opie was gone.

“You okay, lass?” Chibs asks, turning my face to the side seeing the bruise that is forming.

“I’m fine.” I reply, taking Abel from him as Sophia moves to climb up in his lap.

“Can you keep an eye on her? I’m going to go talk to Jax and Gemma.” I ask.

“Yes of course.” Chibs replies, tickling her belly.

“Ari, baby, I’m so sorry.” Gemma replies, pulling me into a hug.

“I don’t know what got into him. The Opie I know would never do anything like that.” I sob, putting my face in Gemma’s neck as Jax takes Abel.

“He’s been going through a rough time, but that’s no excuse for what he did to you.” Gemma says, pulling back to look me in the eye. “How about I take the kids, and you and Jax can go relax and decompress after everything, it has been a crazy 2 months.” Gemma smiles. I can’t believe it has been 2 months since I stumbled into Charming by complete accident.

“I agree. We need some time to figure things out, babe.” Jax says, rubbing my back. I nod in agreement.

“Let me go talk to Soph and see if she’s okay with that.” I say, leaving the room.

“Hey, Sophia, come here a minute.” I yell, seeing my baby come running across the lot.

“Are you okay, mommy?” Sophia asks.

“I’m fine baby. I was wondering if you wanted to stay here with grandma Gemma and the boys while daddy and I go talk.”

“Yes!!!” Sophia yells running back to the guys to tell them she gets to stay. “Soph, don’t daddy and I get hugs?” I yell after her.

“Fine.” She sighs making her way back to the office. Hugging me and hugging Jax before running off again.

“Well I guess she’s okay with it.” I laugh, walking over and giving Abel a kiss before hugging Gemma.

“Y’all taking the bike?” Gemma asks.

“Hell yeah we are!” I exclaim, winking at Jax.

“Well I guess that answers that question, what the lady wants the lady gets.” Jax laughs.

“Thank you, Jax.”

“Oh course, darlin’.” Jax smiles, handing me his extra helmet. “Any place in mind?”

“The water tower. We haven’t gone out there since that night.”

“You mean the night we conceived Phia?” Jax smirks, fully knowing the answer, throwing his leg over the bike.

“Shut up and drive.” I say, climbing on behind him clutching his waist, his ab muscles moving under my hands.

“Whatever you say, darlin’.” He replies, taking off out of the parking lot.

“Do you remember my senior prom? When my date bailed? And I made you bring alcohol, and we spiked the punch and everyone got alcohol poisoning?” I ask, looking up at him from my spot next to him at the top of the water tower. “I also remember someone in white sneakers an awful lot like yours helping me tag the school. Do you think they know who did it?”

“Babe, I’m 100% sure they know who did it.” Jax smirks. “We weren’t exactly subtle, I mean we initialed it, afterall.”

“No, you initialed it, Jax, I just helped.”

“That might not have been the brightest idea, but you didn’t get suspended for it so… I drove by the other day, I think they just painted over it, but it’s starting to chip.” Jax smiles, brushing the invisible dirt off his jeans.

“Nervous? I mean, we haven’t been up here since that night. If you want a repeat performance, you’re going to leave here slightly disappointed, Jax.”

“Oh, darlin’, if I tried to get a repeat performance you and I both know I would.” He smirks, brushing back my hair, rubbing his thumb over my lips.

“Yeah, good luck explaining that baby to your mom.”

“I didn’t mean the baby part! Soph and Abel are plenty for now!” Jax busts out laughing.

“Are you saying you don’t want to have more kids? You always said you’d want to have half a soccer team running around.”

“Baby, I’m saying I don’t want another kid right now, not that I don’t want anymore at all. I wouldn’t mind having a couple more kids with you.” Jax smiles.

“4, Jax. There are twelve players on a soccer team, you’d have to have six kids running around. I just hope they’d look more like you, and not like me.”

“Well, darlin’, if you are lookin’ to have 4 more kids I think we should start practicing.” Jax smirks.

“In your dreams, you cheeky bastard.”

“You’re right, I do dream about it, all the time.” Jax smirks, leaning in, closing his eyes, I turn my head his lips landing on my cheek.

“You didn’t think that line would work, did you?” I ask, with a laugh.

“Well I was hoping.”

“If you weren’t such a cheeky bastard I might’ve let you kiss me.”

“Really?!”

“Maybe, guess you’ll never know.” I smirk, making my way toward the latter.

“I’ll know one day, babe.” Jax says climbing down the water tower behind her.

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[jamesbarnesappreciationsociety]

“Even In Death”

Summary: Even in death there is redemption.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader  OFC: Steve Rogers

Warning: Angst, character death, paranormal activity

Word Count: 1,480

A/N: @buckysforeverprincess pulled me kicking and screaming from my comfort zone to write less fluff and more angst. My prompt: Death Becomes You!!!

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We’re here today to celebrate the life of James Buchanan Barnes. His passing leaves a gigantic hole in the hearts of those who loved him.

Bucky’s family and friends, some with red rimmed eyes, packed the church in Brooklyn to bid farewell to one of the surliest people on the Earth. Of course, he wasn’t always this way. As a child, he, Steve and Y/N were the 3 Musketeers. When you saw one, the other two weren’t far behind. In high school, Bucky branched out. Girls swooned over his boyish charm and sexy features.

Joining the Varsity football team, his body transformed from scrawny to instant muscles. Steve and Y/N were still his bff’s, but at some point, they took a backseat. Bucky’s teammates questioned why he’d hangout with losers? Remarks like those pissed him off. Although it pissed him off to no end, George Barnes wanted more for his son. He loved Y/N but didn’t think she was wife material. He wanted Bucky to marry some prissy bitch from the country club. When he refused, George threatened to take everything away from him.

So, Bucky hurt the light at the end of his fucked up tunnel...Y/N!!!

Bucky, as he was affectionately called, loved his family and dear friends. Steven Grant Rogers and Y/N Y/L/N knew him best. Steven will now say a few words about his lifelong friend.

Touching his casket, Steve walked to the podium. “Good afternoon. Me and Bucky met at age 7. I was a scrawny kid, outside playing marbles with Y/N. Uh, he was playing baseball with a few of the neighborhood fellas.” Wiping his eyes, Steve continued. “Tyler Morris thought he was a tough guy. He broke Miss Pritchard’s window, daring me to say anything. Well, Bucky stood up for me, telling what really happened. Always taking up for me.” Tears flowed freely. “I’ll miss ya, Buck.”

Returning to his seat, Steve held Y/N’s hand. She loved and missed Bucky, even though he destroyed her in the end. Yes, they were due to be married. She was ecstatic, thinking he felt the same way. Alas, Bucky Barnes was a two-legged asshole. Now, Y/N had to stand before family, friends and LIE!!!

Eyes rimmed red, Y/N laid a single yellow rose on Bucky’s casket, kissing her hand placing it gently on the side.

“This is one of the hardest things I’ve EVER had to do. James Buchanan Barnes was a complicated man. I called him ‘The Joker.’ I can’t tell you how many times he pranked me and Stevie. That’s why I didn’t believe him when he proposed. Until he got down on one knee and presented a ring. Wiping tears from her cheeks, Y/N continued. Honestly, I’m numb. When Bucky died, so did I. How do I move on? His love will always be in my heart. Rest in peace, my love.”

Following Bucky’s internment, mourners FINALLY left the Barnes’ house. Steve and Y/N bid everyone goodnight. The ride home was bittersweet. Squeezing her hand, Steve reassured Y/N it would be alright.

Pulling in the underground parking lot, Steve and Y/N pressed the penthouse button. Opening the door, she dropped her engagement ring on the table. Removing her shoes, the last conversation with Bucky invaded her mind.

“James, what's wrong with you? Why are you saying those horrible things? You asked me to marry you. No I find out you're having an affair? Stop please. You're destroying me. Do you even care?”

“Yadda yadda yadda. Shit, you ain't the first chick to be dumped and you won't be the last.” Taking a huge drink of scotch, Bucky grabbed his keys, slamming the door.

Obviously distraught, Y/N phoned Steve. Wasting no time, he came over. She replayed over and over the harsh words from her fiance.   

Crying herself to sleep, Steve wrapped his strong arms around her.

“Want me to stay?” “Nah. I'll be fine.” Steve kissed her cheek, “Remember, I'm always here for you. Just call.” Y/N nodded.

After removing her shoes, Y/N poured two fingers of scotch. Damnit Bucky Barnes, why did you have to leave me? We didn't get a chance to talk. Why did you hurt me? You shredded my heart. Fuck you!!!

Passing out, Y/N felt a presence in her room. She thought it was a dream or a nightmare. Depending on how you look at it. “What the…?” A picture of Bucky turned over, smashing to the floor. Chills ran down her spine. Slowly removing the sheet, Y/N backed into the wall.

“Bu-Bucky?! Is that you?” The bedside lamp hit the wall near her head. Scrambling for the door, it slammed splintering wood.

Running down the stairs grabbing her phone calling Steve, she breathed heavily. “Y/N? What’s wrong.” Steve sat up in his bed.

“Pl-please c-come over. I think Bucky’s spirit is haunting me.”

The red numbers on his bedside clock: 2:37 a.m.  Chuckling, Steve joked,“Uh, how much did you have to drink?”

Hearing footsteps, Y/N grabbed her car keys sprinting for the car!!! Lights flickered on and off. Tearing out of the driveway, she broke every law speeding to Steve’s.

Loud banging roused him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You gotta come home with me. I’m not fuckin’ crazy. Get dressed!! Let’s go!!”

Huffing, “I’ll go but I ain’t changing my clothes. Pajamas will have to do.”

Arriving at Y/N’s, the lights continued to flash like a disco ball in the club.

Stepping inside, the atmosphere mirrored that of “The Amityville Horror.” Cold, smell of death.

“I thought you were just kidding. Shit, there’s something or someone in here. Buck, is that you?”

Y/N held tight against Steve’s strong arm. “Do you think it’s him?” “Gotta be. He’s dead still causing trouble.”

Steve ducked just in time, missing a shoe hurled at his head. “Alright motherfucker. ENOUGH!!”

Pissed, Y/N shouted, “JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES, YOU RUINED MY LIFE ALIVE. WHY FUCK WITH ME FROM THE GRAVE? DID YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH??” Streams of tears rolled down her face.

Suddenly, an apparition appeared on the sofa. There he was. James B. Barnes smirking. Oddly enough, neither Steve or Y/N were afraid.

“So, it’s good to see you Y/N. Thought you’d be brokenhearted.”

“Humph. You gotta be kidding? Why did you hate me so much? I gave you the most precious thing in the world...my heart.”

“Listen. All that shit I said was a lie. Don’t know what came over me. M’here to set the record straight.”

Steve scoffed. “Damn pal, death becomes you.”

“Well well what do we have here? Couldn’t wait to get ‘yo nasty hands on my girl?”

Stomping her foot, Y/N had enough. “Listen and listen good. Steve has been nothing but a good friend. I’m quite sure you heard our eulogies. Wretched bastard.”

“Oh yeah. I heard what you said before going to bed. Not only did I hurt you, it tore me up to say those things.”

Y/N shook her head. “You’re full of shit dead or alive. I despise you.”

“I had that coming. My dad wanted me to marry some dizzy broad from the country club or he’d take everything from me.”

Steve visibly upset, “You mean to tell me, your dad lied in  Y/N’s face while plotting behind her back?”

“Basically.”

“That’s some cold shit. Your dad’s no better than you.” Steve spat.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Y/N was speechless. “I gotta lay down. This is too much.”

“Sorry about the broken pictures and shit. I’ll leave you alone. I am sorry. I’ll always love you.”

“I loved you with my heart and soul. Our last conversation didn’t end well. Remember how you crushed me and stormed out? That night, I died along with you. Only difference, I’m still alive to hear and feel every nasty thing you said over and over again.”

“No matter what you think, I loved you with my dying breath. Be happy doll. Steve, take good care of her.”

Draping his muscular arm over her shoulder. Steve vowed to always be there for Y/N.

“Bucky before you go, just want to say I loved you before our lives became difficult. Had you told me how your father felt, it would have cushioned the blow a bit.”

She and Bucky recited a portion of wedding vows that were never said.

“From now until the end….”

“You’ll always be in my heart. Love ya baby girl.”

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