#so I texted and asked yknow if he’s been able to figure something out cause I’m trying to figure out my own schedules and such

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

So it looks like that job might have fell through and I’m lowkey kind of devastated if that’s the case

[eternally-writing]

still into you | kth

genre: angst and fluff

rating: PG 

pairing: Taehyung x reader

Theme: idol!au, ex-boyfriend!au, idol!reader , one-shot

word count: 2.0k

warnings: none

summary:  Seeing your ex-boyfriend, Taehyung, in the crowd as you perform brings an onslaught of emotions.

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Feeling the lights of Seoul Olympic Stadium shine onto you, you couldn’t help but feel that you’d finally accomplished your dreams.

Winning a daesang, performing at the MAMA’s, what more could a girl ask for? Anyone would be lucky to have a fraction of the success that you have had and you definitely felt grateful. However, you couldn’t shake the sense of longing as you looked out into the crowd. Especially as you saw his face. 

Continuing to sing, you couldn’t help but reminiscence as you sang the lyrics you write about him. 

I should be over all the butterflies but I'm into you

You could still remember the way it felt to have his arms wrapped around you. The way he’d wake you up with forehead kisses and beg for you to stay in bed with him the whole day. The way he’d sing for you by the waterfront with the moon as the only witness to your love. 

And even baby our worst nights, I'm into you

Then you remembered the fights. The way he’d storm out of your apartment at 2am going to god knows where. The way he’d leave you broken and alone, sobbing on your kitchen floor. The way he’d make you cry for days on end. 

Let 'em wonder how we got this far, 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

The 3 years you spent with him seemed to pass by in an instant as you replay all your memories. The way you acted like a shy schoolgirl when you first met him. The way he used to surprise you with flowers and call you my “forever”. But then things changed. You don’t know how, or why. But the sweet texts started to dwindle, the arguments started to get bigger. Things got out of hand.

Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you

He was your first love. You don’t think you’ll ever forget him. You hope he’ll never forget you. 

You only hoped that all those emotions came across as you locked eyes with him in the crowd. The whole performance seemed like a blur as the memories flooded through your system, you almost couldn’t believe that it had flown by so fast. The cathartic experience of being able to belt those lyrics out not only to the world, but to him, made it feel like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

The song soon came to an end and you could hear the roaring crowd giving you a standing ovation on all sides. There was only one person’s reaction that you truly cared about though. 

Taehyung was right there at a table by the front of the stage, looking you in the eyes and clapping while a soft smile graced his face. You wondered if he was feeling all those memories that you felt too.

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As the hustle and bustle of the awards show died down, the adrenaline was still pumping through your veins as you were with your team preparing to go home. Whispering a quick message to your manager, you left to quickly run to the bathroom.

People usually fled from awards shows as fast as they could, so it was no surprise that the hallway was completely empty, the only sounds you could hear being the cheers of fans lingering outside the venue and some idols doing interviews.

Until you could also hear him. He came out of a room like a surprising gust of wind, blowing himself right into your path.

Coming face to face with him made your breath get caught in your chest. 

“Y/N,” he spoke softly, as if he was afraid his words would shatter you. 

“hi, taehyung”

You don’t know what you expected when you thought of meeting Taehyung here. You didn’t even know how he’d felt about you since you broke up. For all you know, he could hate you.

You and Taehyung made a point to only talk about pleasantries and regular things : the weather, JYP’s risque performance today (it made you both the tiniest bit uncomfortable), and the rest of the awards show. But soon, the small-take came to an end, and neither of you seemed willing to deal with the elephant in the room. Feeling the conversation come to a natural end, you didn’t know how or what to make of anything. Taking one last gaze at Taehyung, as if trying to keep a mental photo of him that you could treasure forever, you said what you thought would be your last words to him. 

“Goodbye, Taehyung.”

It was stupid really. There was another awards show next week and you’re sure that even if you used every bone in your body to try and keep yourself away from him, fate would probably find a way to make you meet. But with the performance today, the look you shared, something felt final. Something felt like goodbye.

Turning around, you continued on your route back to your dressing room. Not hearing Taehyung’s footsteps moving the other way, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking yourself 

What you didn’t know was that Taehyung’s internal monologue was begging him to say something to you. He had almost let you slip away without saying anything, but now that he had an opportunity since you had turned around again he couldn’t stop the words from pouring out of his mouth.

“I’m still into you,” he professed almost breathlessly, as if the confession took the wind out of him.

You froze in your place. There’s no way he said what he thought you did… right? You couldn’t stop your jaw from slightly dropping open.

“What did you just say?” you said, with an air of franticness but also hesitancy in your voice. 

“I’m the one that the song “still into you” is about, right?”

Right. That definitely made much more sense than what you thought he said.

“Uh, yeah” you said as you cleared your throat - “so I guess I should say thank you for the Billboard #1 or something,”  You tried to muster up a laugh to clear the awkwardness with the joke, but you don’t think it worked very well. 

Taehyung looked at you sheepishly. 

“I know how much of a dream that was for you, so I’m happy for you. You deserve it.” he professed, failing to hide his pride in your accomplishments. 

It was good to know that he still remembered all those little moments you all shared together. It was funny, there was a time where you and Taehyung were lying in bed, talking about your dreams and he said that he would walk all the way from Seoul to Busan to get a Billboard #1 for you. I guess in a way, he did help get you that #1. 

You felt a pang of longing as you looked at him across from you. Although you and Taehyung were physically the closest that you had been in months, you couldn’t help but feel farther than ever from him. 

Your phone dinging brought you back to the fact that you should be with your manager giving interviews right now. 

As you turned away from him, continuing back to your initial trek back to your dressing room, you heard him speak one more time. 

“Are you- “ 

He took an audibly deep breath.

“Are you still into me, Y/N?”

 It seemed like time stopped for the two of you. The sounds of the backstage had faded into nothingness and all you could hear was the sound of your pounding heart and Taehyung's laboured breaths. Taehyung truly was asking the million dollar question . You had imagined this scenario so many times, but you had not managed to prepare yourself for what this moment would feel like. 

Turning around, you began to speak. 

“Yknow Tae, I thought for the longest time that I was. It took me a really long time to think about this, to figure this all out. When we first broke up I didn’t even understand why it was happening. But now I see it all, I think.” 

You paused to collect yourself and look him deep in his eyes. 

“So no, Kim Taehyung, I’m not into you anymore. But thank you for everything you taught me, and I’ll cherish the memories we had together forever.” 

Taehyung nodded in understanding. You could see the gears turning in his head and you don’t blame him  - this whole interaction was a lot of process.

“I get it, I think. I don’t know what we both would be like if we were still together, but I’m so proud of the person that you’ve become and I’m really happy for both of us. I know things between us are different and will never be the same, but I’m always going to be your fan.” 

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. No matter what happened between you and Taehyung, his opinion still meant the world to you. 

Grinning responsively, Taehyung continued. 

“This doesn’t have to end here yknow, with whatever we are. I get that we’re not meant to be Y/N, but I’d like for us to be friends if that’s possible.”  spoke Taehyung meekly, feeling shy at the admission of his request.

What Taehyung was asking for was a lot. Welcoming him back into your life seemed like a very scary situation. You didn’t know what to expect. The whole time Taehyung and you were dating, he felt like your best friend, but you’d never actually been just best friends with him. Was that even possible? Before making any choices, you left Taehyung carry on.

“Plus, the boys miss your tuna kimbap. I’ve tried copying your recipe but they yell at me for messing this up every time.” 

You feigned a look of shock. 

“I see your ulterior motives right now, Tae. This was all about kimbap?” you accused with a fake look of judgement.

For a second there you saw Taehyung’s face tighten up with shock and anxiety.

“No I-. Like-, Um, I just-”

“Tae, I’m joking with you. Chill out”

Taeyhung’s melodic laughter (which you desperately missed) rang through the hallway. It felt good for both of you to be joking around like this, and you almost swore the room got brighter as the tension between you two cleared. 

Giving your manager a quick text to tell her you weren’t doing any more interviews tonight, you had snuck away in Taehyung’s car to drive the boys’ dorm, making a quick stop for groceries on the way. 

The cheers that you heard as the boys saw you walk through that joy made your heart swell with joy. No matter what happened with you and Taehyung romantically, you knew that these seven boys were like a family to you. And families fight, families argue, and families disagree, but above all, families are always there for each other. And watching all the boys’ faces stuffed with your tuna kimbap, laughter and conversation freely flowing across the table, there was no place you’d rather be.

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- Emily

[crystalninjaphoenix]

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.” Anyone with Swap!Marvin? Or Volt? Ohhh or maybe both of them together! I dunno if they even hang but that’d be a fun scenario- with good whump and or/angst 👌

(Yknow you made me realize these boys really don’t interact with each other as much as they do with other Switch boys 🤔 But that’s not to say they don’t hang out at all! All the boys are friends uwu )

Marvin was still figuring out how to use his cell phone, but he knew how to accept calls. Still, this wasn’t a call he was expecting to get. From the very beginning, something was off, as Schneep tended to text over call. Marvin pressed the green button to pick up. “Hel—”

“Jamie can I come over?”

Marvin blinked. “Henrik? T’is is Marvin, not Jems.”

“Oh, I dialed wrong.” Schneep laughed shakily. “Does not matter. You live together, can I come over? Now?”

“Um, I s’pose?” Marvin said slowly. “If you’re lookin’ for Jems, he’s not here now, he’s at rehearsal for a show.” Marvin would’ve gone to watch him practice, but it hadn’t been the best day for him, so he backed out.

“The person does not matter, does not.” Schneep’s words were strange enough to cause Marvin’s brows to furrow in confusion. “I just need—I am coming over now. Okay, I will see you.” The call dropped.

Marvin blinked, taking the phone away from his ear. Well, this didn’t seem good. They kept the first aid kit in the upstairs bathroom, probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to get it out now so he wouldn’t have to go back up the stairs. He sighed, grabbed his cane, and pushed to his feet.

About ten minutes later, Marvin was sitting on the single chair in the entrance hall when the front door flew open and Schneep stumbled in. Marvin stood up just in time to catch him when he fell, staggering a bit at the sudden weight. “Henrik! Wha’ happened? Are you alrigh’?” He pushed Schneep away a bit so he could look him over. And again, he could tell something was off immediately. Schneep wasn’t wearing his vigilante costume, just his usual gray sweater. And he didn’t have any injuries, or at least none that Marvin could see. “Is...is somethin’ wrong?” Marvin asked cautiously.

Schneep suddenly burst into laughter. His legs seemed to lose support and he fell against Marvin again, who had to take a few steps to maintain balance. “Yes, yes, something is wrong,” Schneep said. The confirmation was a little...odd, when he said it between giggles.

“...alrigh’...” Marvin shifted, uneasy. “Come on, I t’ink you need to lie down.”

He ended up half-carrying Schneep into the parlor—well, the living room, as it was apparently called in this day and age. After taking a moment to shoo the cat off of the sofa, Marvin set Schneep down on the cushions and then immediately collapsed into the nearby armchair. He watched as Schneep grabbed the nearest throw pillow and hugged it tight. He was still shaking slightly, though with the new way his eyes were leaking tears, Marvin wasn’t sure if that was silent laughing or if he was crying now. “Now...Henrik...” Marvin said slowly. “I’m not sure what’s goin’ on. And I can’ help if I don’ know what’s goin’ on. So...if you could just explain quickly t’at would be really helpful for both of us.”

Schneep hummed noncommittally. His eyes darted over to Marvin, then over to the living room window, then back to Marvin, then over to the corner where a lamp was standing, then back to Marvin. “How long have we known each other?” he asked.

“Ummm...I t’ink it’s been a few months now,” Marvin offered.

“How many?” 

“Um...‘m not sure.” Marvin bit his lip as he thought. “It was back in March, I b’lieve.”

“March?” Schneep seemed surprised to hear that. “Ah.” He rolled over so he was facing the back of the sofa, instead of out toward the room.

Marvin stared silently for a moment, unsure if that meant he was done talking. “Do you...need anything?”

Schneep’s head suddenly whipped back around. “I have not told anyone,” he said suddenly. “Not Anti, not Jackie—I know he is doctor, but not that type, and I am worried. I know these two for long time, but I have not told them.” He turned his head back around and buried his face in the throw pillow.

“Oh.” Marvin looked down and began tracing around the top of his cane. “T’en...don’ take t’is the wrong way, I’m honored and all, but...why woul’ you tell me abou’ whatever t’is is?”

Schneep sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest while still holding the pillow. “I...do not know.” He laughed again. “I did not want to be alone tonight. So I planned to call Jamie and ask him if I could stay over, but I did not think I would say anything. But you are here instead, and I think you would somehow understand, and I am thinking about saying something. But I am not sure...” His voice broke. “What you would think about it...”

Marvin paused.“Holdin’ ev'rything in doesn’ help, y’know. Ye don’ have t’tell me the whole story, but it might be better t’say something.”

“...maybe...” Schneep squeezed the pillow tighter. Marvin waited patiently, opting to lean down and pick up the cat and pet him while Schneep started slowly rocking back and forth. After what seemed like hours, Schneep spoke up. “Marvin.”

“Hm?” Marvin looked over.

Schneep took a deep breath. “Marvin, I...tonight, I was...things were not—I-I had a bad time tonight. There were things that were not really there—”

Marvin sat up straight. “What did he do?! Where did you see him?! I swear if he—”

“No, no it was not Dis—was not because of anything outside,” Schneep hurried to say. When Marvin paused, clearly confused, Schneep took a deep breath. “I...I am sick, Marvin. Not...in a way people can see. Not physically. My mind, it...it does not function like other people’s. Has not in a long time.” He buried his face in the pillow once more, but continued talking, his words muffled but understandable. “I try to not let it affect things too much. There is medicine I take to help it. But I cannot help but think that if I say this to others, they will react to me differently. I...do not want people to be afraid of me.” He didn’t move after confessing this, staying almost abnormally still, muscles tense.

Marvin was quiet. His thoughts were spinning through his mind, snatches of half-formed words. He couldn’t deny the way he had gone on edge the moment he realized what Schneep meant. But he did scold himself for reacting that way. How unfair that was! No, this didn’t change anything. And if it did, that would only hurt Schneep. Besides...Marvin had to admit some of what he said connected with him, if you would switch out some key words. Marvin looked down at his cane. “I t’ink I understand,” he said slowly.

Schneep looked up. “I am...I-I am afraid, Marvin. Everything is getting worse. And I worry about...him.” Marvin didn’t have to ask who. “With the way he can make you believe and see things that do not exist, those illusions of his and the way he can distort reality...and I know he hates me, and so I-I—I think I would not be able to—to—”

Marvin noticed the way Schneep’s hands were shaking as they held tight to the pillow. He reached over and grabbed one. “It will be fine,” he said with conviction. “You are one of the strongest people I know. It will be alrigh’.”

“M-maybe.” Schneep’s voice cracked. He blinked, and a few tears rolled down his face. “But I do not know. I do not know, and I hate that.”

“Well, I know. I know you’ve survived so many dangerous situations and t’at you can survive many more. It will be alrigh’.” Marvin squeezed Schneep’s hand, and he squeezed back, seeming reassured, and maybe a bit more connected, by the contact.

“I can...I can still stay here tonight, yes? I still do not want to be alone.” Schneep’s voice was fragile, as if he anticipated a shattering rejection.

“Of course ye can.” Marvin nodded. “The bedrooms are all on the second floor, so we’ll have to go up the stairs.” Marvin sighed. “You can stay in the guest room. I’ll call Jems to let him know.”

Schneep stood up. “You two should convert that empty office down here on the first floor to a bedroom.”

Marvin started. “I...did not t’ink of t’at.”

Schneep chuckled. “Clearly.” When Marvin stood up, Schneep instantly grabbed his spare hand, then seemed to consider it, looking back at Marvin for permission.

“It’s fine,” Marvin assured him. “Just not too tightly.”

“I am taking the pillow upstairs with me too,” Schneep said. He indeed did not look like he was ready to relinquish his hold on the throw pillow anytime soon.

“T’at’s fine too. Now come on, it’s gettin’ late.”

“It’s only ten-thirty,” Schneep mumbled. “Is not too late.”

“I assure you, it is for me.”

“You are like an old man when it comes to your sleeping, Marvin,” Schneep smiled.

“All I’m sayin’ is t’at t’ere’s a proper time for sleeping.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “Now are we goin’ upstairs or are we still stayin’ here?”

“Upstairs. And, ah, Marvin? ...thank you.” Schneep mumbled the last words. And Marvin knew it wasn’t just about letting him stay for the night.

He smiled. “You’re welcome. After all, you’re my friend.”

Schneep returned the smile. The two of them didn’t talk much to each other for the rest of the night, but it didn’t matter. Sometimes, words weren’t needed to understand.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

so being abused the entire first 2 decades of your life: what’s up with that? Night Posts Edition

- classic when finding some “uh oh relatable!” content abt various Disorderres and there’s some thing like “many symptoms overlap with ptsd” and it’s like ooh which one is applying to me?? i mean spoilers the idea that The Grouping Of Non Nt Traits And Experiences Into Distinct Classifications is not actually...an exact science and for all intents and purposes it makes no difference if i am going “oh god #me” at an informative post about adhd if actually its ptsd acting exactly the same anyways so. but yknow it’s wild n zany being like “am i overstepping my bounds b/c this was caused by coping with trauma possibly? what audacity” and etc when it really....that doesnt matter....

- also ugh @ retaining things that downplay abusers’ responsibility for their actions (in specific things you’re personally dealing with, not like, as a general stance) and shift blame onto yourself like........you have to get so used to treating someone’s Abusive Behavior as something inevitable that you can’t ever expect them to stop doing, and thus pretty much considering someone abusive like a force of nature because they’re just gonna do what they’re gonna do whenever they next get Set Off rather than like.......a person who is responsible for their own behavior and in control of their own choices and like. especially zany when you’re a kid and they’re your parent so there’s the Power Imbalance of them being an adult and the other power imbalance of them being in control of your whole existence. but so like even just the other year i was taking the blame for calmly speaking back to a grownass man close to thrice my age raging at me and saying like, not verbatim but the idea of like “ugh i know it was partly my fault for even saying anything back to him because i knew he’d just continue to yell but unfortunately i just refuse to weather that kind of behavior without standing up for myself at all anymore” but like no!!!! that’s shifting all the responsibility for this other person’s behavior onto myself, like i Made him choose to shout at me at like 4am because he sucks and has some kind of superiority power trip issues. cuz i am well within rights to respond to anyone addressing me and it’s Not my fault at all that he chooses to react the way he reacts. 

- also that i was ready to excuse my being blamed for this by others because they were closer to that person than they were to me and i was gonna be like “okay i Get wanting to defend someone who’s closer to you” but no!!!! actually!!!! i may get it but i don’t condone excusing anyone’s horrible behavior in the least just cuz you know them or they’re friends or family or something. in fact that’s terrible. i’m just primed to be Used To It because of the weird situation of parental abuse where there’s other people also trapped in this location and daily life with an abuser and if someone “causes” the abuser to start being shitty then they’ll get blamed / resented for that. me and my siblings seem more like friendly acquaintances b/c we had to be pitted against each other in these kinds of ways for eons until we were all in our teens and got some more Space and kind of realized that we weren’t each others enemies and got closer and my dumb little brother was old enough to stop being a whiny binch and Owed me for helping him with math hw over the phone from 2 hrs drive away lol.....jk, sort of.....we did get along great eventually but then i left thanks to said abuse and us talking via twitter isn’t at all the same as us being able to talk in person :/

- also one thing that sometimes Strikes me is that when i’m like blandly recalling incidents of abuse like “oh yeah, that time” it bothers me less to think about stuff that happened to me specifically than to think about times it was Other people who were being treated that way. the latter was always equally or probably more upsetting and it always felt just as bad in the moment anyways, there was no major distinction in the Abuse In Progress experience if it was directed mostly on you than on other people

- all my life i’ve also been super stubborn which never helped and even Abuse MaGee would have to try to get creative with Disciplinary Systems and there was this golden “punishment” which was eat dinner in your room by yourself and i was like oh my god can i really. the horror of Family Dinner was like, this dark comedic farce playing out in that house for all our lives. christ. speaking of being stubborn this one time my sister cut my toe with a knife (half accidentally) because i refused to stop swinging my legs despite her holding the knife under the table lol and i also refused to tell on her b/c we were All In This Together (that is, Us vs The Abuser, which always took precedence over any internal conflict in our faction lol)

- always remembering how my “’”””””””defining”””””””””” trait was always getting good grades except the only reason i ever felt this pressure was the time my sister caught shit for getting a C, and i wasn’t even getting A - F letter grades yet and was already like jfc guess i can’t like....get a single C ever.....the joke is i’ve always been a godawful student who hates school, i just also managed to get great grades fairly easily, b/c of the devil probably. i’m sorry

- love to wonder what interests i might have been able to explore if i didn’t want to hide anything i was genuinely interested in and other True Thoughts And Feelings from my ‘rents. who knows!!! even now i’m not sure what i like and my vague ideas about it are all mostly In Theory and i don’t have any hopes and dreams b/c of never being able to really consider my own interests and desires and also because when every day of your life is basically spent in survival mode about everything else, that’s not really conducive to having dreams and ambitions. see also: like, being really poor

- The Weird Experience when only one of your parents is abusive and the other parent is also experiencing spousal abuse and so like, even though they’re your parent, you know that they don’t really have equal power as the abusive one because they too are being abused? it’s a complicated thing b/c that’s how every individual experience with abuse is (complicated). and so you’ve got this bizarre situation where maybe someone cares about you but they can’t really protect you from this other person. and like, my dad is crap and in some areas even a crappier person than my abusive mom and also i hate him, but i only hate him for certain things lmao not for being abused or some ways he tried to deal with it. i know what’s trash and what’s not

- the zany experience of No One Will Help You Ever.....lucky for me i eventually figured out on my own that what i’d been living with all the time had actually been abuse for real all along! and yet still i knew that like, there wasn’t much i could immediately do with that information because..........yknow, what do you actually do. i was basically already 18, so. and even if i hadnt been. there’s nothing to do for it!! just sucks to be you, basically. but an exception is that when one day i texted my friend to ask if i might be able to leave my house overnight and crash at their family’s place for a little bit, their parents immediately were like Yes Of Course and they let me stay there for a week and were very nice about all of it. between them and the nice trans lady who gave me some more Housing Assistance by letting me stay in her spare room for like, most of december.....my Allies. plus someone who talked to me via online once i bailed on my ‘rents! if they read this they know who they are and they have continued to be so kind and generous ugh love and appreciate you

- god just individual occasions of “THIS bullshit that i went through this one time” of especially ridiculous incidents.....i could go on for eons

- sort of tangentially related and related to the first point but ugh specific memories of Moments In Which It Continued To Be Revealed To Me That I, Individually, Was Prone To Being Kind Of Socially Ostracized.....like my ass started noticing that shit as soon as i was around other kids aka preschool aka 4 yrs old.......like i’m usually somewhat withdrawn and cautious and quiet in social situations especially what with the association that “misbehaving” = trauma exposure so, yknow, that might be a way that you’re pressured into just keeping to yourself and keeping your head down. but talk about “i don’t really relate to other people my age” lmao like i always preferred interacting with adults really while by and large dealing with the other kids felt like a challenge that i was never gonna actually come out on top of and i still remember individual Efforts i’d make to ~fit in~ and Participate that just fell flat or got me actively excluded....Ugh City........and it’s like, i could make a list of Social Traits i think i have that help make it difficult for people to be interested in interacting with me, or “contribute” to those joyous occasions when you get to sit back and take in the thinly veiled contempt directed at you by various shitheads, but like, even that’s not really the right way to explain it. its kind of more a Greater Than The Sum Of Its Weird Parts sorta combined experience where i guess i just have this kind of Negative Je Ne Sais Quoi that gets ya the social brushoff / rejection. c’est ce que c’est. the joke is i actually like people and socializing In Theory, i just usually don’t get to do it. shoutout to the advanced relatability of alana calling everyone Acquaintances b/c i literally did/do that lmao......like are we friends if we don’t talk all that often? it’s part on me cuz i’m crap at being the person to initiate conversation cuz too often i assume i’d be an annoyance and also b/c conversation with me is like, not great lmao but still......ce’st l’a v’ie

anyways (clip from that fuckin song where it’s like WHO CAN RELATE lmao.mp3)

[lostonehero]

That teacher au pt3

That event happened a month ago, and things began to return to a relative normal. Well for the most part, Patton has created a "freaky weekend hangout session" so they can talk about what happened and document what changes have happened. It's basically a excuse for Patton to invite everyone over, and for Logan a excuse to study biology.

........

Roman groaned rolling out of his nest, well ever since that incident he needed to make his bedroom into a soft nest, so his bed has become a oasis of soft things. It was just one of the things that has changed for him. Searching for the cause that made him get out of his comfy cave, it was his phone. Virgil was calling.

Roman fumbled and answered it. "What do you want Virgil?"

Virgil sighed. "What no nicknames today."

"I'm tired Virgil, and you made me get out of my nest." Roman grumbled.

"Man you're even less of a morning person now. Anyways what time are you heading over to Dorian's?" Virgil asked Roman can hear the anxiety from him.

Roman sighs. "Probably 10ish, and Virgil he is fine now you don't have to stress over his health."

"Yeah I know I know, I'm trying." Virgil sighs.

"Alright cool, see you then." Roman hangs up debating on whether he should climb back into his nest. He decided against it.

He stretched cracking his back. He let out a soft oof as he felt something shift. "Oh come on again." Roman grumbled not wanting to deal with another issue with his body. This has been a frequent thing since the incident. He is getting some flashes of what actually happened during it, but for the most part it doesn't make sense. Except when it was put in context.

Like a week after the incident Roman had a wet dream, which wasn't abnormal, but when he woke up he was hard and producing a fluid from his ass. He was also drooling more then he considered normal. He panicked called Dorian after that which lead to a awkward conversation. It's kind of funny now since he figured out it wasn't harmful. Still weird though.

He also wasn't the only one experiencing changes, well Dorian was obviously experiencing it, but it was also the other three. It wasn't as fast or sudden or even noticable at first but it is still happening. Patton the oldest out of all of them suddenly looked like he was in his 20s again it was only noticed by the four of them. Logan has been able to actually run, he had bad lungs ever since he was a kid and now no issue. Virgil is suddenly getting dark rings around his eyes along with heightened senses. They're still changing, and basically we are taking things as they come.

Roman sighs finishing getting dressed. God he was craving meat again. He pulled put a steak from the fridge and started his stovetop. Soon the smell of steak filled his house. He finished the steak by himself, he did not like the increased appetite either. This was like going through puberty a second time, and the others agreed with him. Patton even had to give up being a vegetarian because of his cravings.

Roman sighed cleaning his plate and putting it away. He grabbed his keys and headed over to Dorian's place.

........

Dorian's place wasn't anything special it was a small house in a odd place so it was cheap. From what Roman heard the retailer thanked the lord after Dorian bought the place. He chuckled to himself knocking on the door, unconsciously he rubs the scar of the bite on his shoulder. It healed funny like it doesn't look like a bite but a weird mark, like a tattoo. Roman wasn't upset by it, it was just weird.

Dorian answered the door still in his pajamas. "Why are you here so early?"

That smell hit him that made Roman giddy, Dorian started to have a smell that made him so happy. Roman has the same effect on Dorian but he's too stubborn to admit it. "Virgil called waking me up so I thought I would just come over."

Dorian sighed rubbing his temples. "Why didn't you ask me first? This is the third time."

Roman shrugs pushing passed Dorian into his home. He immeditally started to move his couches into a nice little bed like area. He blinked sitting in the middle realizing what he did. "Uh."

Dorian closes his door. "Roman it's fine I know you can't control it, hence why you are not allowed in my bedroom."

Roman look down embarrassment painted on his face. "I just can't help it yknow, I don't even realize I'm doing it half the time."

Dorian gives a sympathetic look crawling on to the couch nest next to Roman. Roman on instinct clings to Dorian. "Ok I'll keep them like this while I take a nap since you woke me up."

For some reason this comment made Roman's heart swell and he giggled still clinging to Dorian. "I want to stay close." He almost whined rubbing his face into Dorian's neck.

"Roman you're doing the thing again." Dorian sighs suddenly not having the energy to push Roman off.

Roman chirps, then yelps pushing himself off red faced falling on to the floor. "When could I chirp?"

Dorian crawled to look over the couch seeing Roman on the floor. "You're more concerned about that then clinging to me again."

"You usually push me off Dorian." Roman groans rubbing the back of his head. He looks up at Dorian who immeditally looks away.

"I-i didn't er couldn't push you off." Dorian says slinking back to the center of the couch nest.

Roman sits up peeking over seeing Dorian looking embarrassed. "Look Dee I'm cool with it, I mean we both can't really fight what's going on or our body's throw a hissy fit."

Dorian frowns laying on his back. "I just wish I knew why. My memory is about as good as a fly's at the moment when it comes to this. I haven't even had a odd dream since the incident."

Roman crawls back into the couch nest curling up next to Dorian. "I think we're all frustrated with all of this. Hey look at the bright side I caught my students writing fanfiction about us."

Dorian groans turning away from Roman. "Roman please if I hear one more of your students say I ship it, I will wring your neck."

Roman pushes Dorian playfully. "Come on it's pretty funny, besides now they aren't whispering about the scar on your face."

Dorian actually smiles a bit. "Well I guess that's nice." He says yawning.

"Ok mr grumpy its nap time." Roman says in a sing song voice.

Dorian doesn't argue as he falls back asleep letting Roman wrap his arms around him.

......

A knock on Dorian's door forces the man out of the kitchen after napping for a hour. "Oh hello Virgil, you didn't bring the others?"

Virgil shakes his head coming in letting out a breath when the door shuts. "I wanted to uh you know... uh."

Dorian smiles softly. "It is fine Virgil Roman is already here."

"Oh thank God." Virgil sighs face planting in the couch nest.

Dorian shakes his head. "Any changes?"

"Besides the back spasms that started last night no. Is Roman cooking?" Virgil lifts his head sniffing the air.

Dorian plops down next to Virgil. "He refused to let me cook in my own house. I just can't fight him anymore it's frustrating."

"That's rough buddy, say have you changed any since last week?" Virgil finally sits up mirroring Dorian.

Dorian shifts a bit. "My tongue has been hurting a lot, but nothing is happening really to cause it."

"Logan is going to be all over that." Virgil smiles knowing he lightened the mood.

"As long as he doesn't ask to study my crotch again we're good. Roman was mortified when Logan was trying to figure out how his new body behavior works." Dorian chuckles.

Virgil smiles back, then starts to cough spitting out a tooth. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

Dorian moves next to Virgil rubbing his back. "Deep breath in and out come on. You'll be fine."

Virgil after calming down he frowns. "You're such liar Dorian, we're all fucked."

"Dee lunch is done, oh hey Virgil when did you get here?" Roman leans on the doorframe to the kitchen.

Virgil's stomach growls as he eagerly climbs out of the couch nest heading to the kitchen. "Like 20 minutes ago princy, what did you make?"

"A steak what else. We've all been craving meat so yeah. Also you always eat before you go out so you don't have to ask for food, what's up?" Roman asks concern written on his face.

Virgil shrugs his mind focused solely on the food he put on his plate. "I'm hungry."

Dorian walked passed Roman stopping to watch Virgil scarf down the steak on his plate. "You ok there Virgil?"

Virgil blinks looking down at his empty plate, his face turning red. "Shit I'm so ugh I made sure I ate extra before leaving."

Roman takes his own plate sitting next to Virgil. "I made extras so you're good, but are you doing alright? I mean I like scarfed down like 4 steaks last week in a day before I started to go through another weird shit." He motions to his sudden chiseled figure and a two inch increase in height. "Even when I exercised everyday I never got this buff, or the bigger feet."

Virgil pales looking down again at his empty plate as his stomach growls again. "Why can't this just be some freaky tapeworm?"

Roman slides his steak onto Virgil's plate. "Because second puberty sucks."

Virgil quickly finishes the second steak before glaring at Roman. "Stop calling it that. That is like the worst name ever."

"Hey it's true, body changing, weird hormones, increased appetite. It's puberty Virgil." Roman elbows Virgil playfully.

"I hate you so much Roman." He says getting up getting a glass of water. He ends up drinking about 10 refills of the cup. "Ok this is so fucked."

Dorian sighs. "You can stay in the guest room, I really don't think it's a good idea to drive back home like this."

"I'm suppose to be the anxious one Dorian, but thank you so much." Virgil says stumbling back to the living room.

Roman gets up quickly supporting Virgil. "Yeah I'm just going to put you in bed emo nightmare."

Virgil leans his weight on Roman. "Y-yeah please." He began to sound scared.

.....

Roman placed Virgil on the bed who refused to let go. "Please stay I don't want to be alone."

Roman nods laying down next to Virgil texting Dorian as not to yell. "Alright dark and gloomy, Dorian will entertain Logan and Patton."

Something flashed in Virgil's eyes when Roman said Logan's name. He squirmed in the bed trying to stop the sudden chill in his body. "I'm cold."

Roman frowns a memory flashing in his head of the incident. "You'll be fine buddy."

"Ugh it this a stupid sex thing like you I'm going to be pissed I like these pants." Virgil hisses squirming pulling the blankets over him.

"I uh can take them off. Only if you want to be off like you know as a friend nothing weird." Roman blushes looking away.

"Roman everything about what the fuck has happened is weird, and if this somehow becomes a orgy thing that wouldn't surprise me. Just get them off my legs are going numb." Virgil huffs.

Roman nods and quickly gets Virgil's pants off then covers him back in the blanket. "My if this is how I got in your pants I would of opened a cursed box ages ago." He jokes.

Virgil sticks his tongue out. "Oh please we all know your ass belongs to Dorian now."

"Well that doesn't stop me from helping you out." Roman mumbles gulping his spit. That was odd he thought why is he producing more spit he is in no way horny.

Virgil seemed to sense his confusion as he looked over. "Hey princy you ok? I'm the one being weird now."

Roman swallows again shifting slightly trying to get comfortable as his clothes began to feel itchy. "Just feel weird like you Virgil."

"Ain't that a bitch." Virgil swallows as his mouth fills with spit faster then what is suppose to be normal. "Hey uh Roman the spit thing is happening." He says swallowing again. "I thought you were lying about the sweet thing but it's so sweet."

Roman hums. "It's kind of addictive. I mean like a sex thing. Ugh wait no not fuck I can't think." He scratched at his clothes wanting nothing more then to rip them off.

Virgil seems to not care about that as his mind begins to muddle as he feels too relaxed. "I want to suck on something."

Roman in a more lucid state of mind. "Virgil come on stop that." He sits up staring at Virgil who was drooling quite a lot licking his lips. Ok Roman needed to do something, but he wanted consent. "Virgil I'm going to uh give you my hand ok."

Virgil shook his head no. "Not you, don't want you."

Ok solid no from Virgil, so what the fuck was he suppose to do. He seems to be in a less lucid state as he was, so uh did he need Dorian. No that was stupid Dorian was his, and Virgil needed someone else first. Woah hold up what the fuck was that thought. He needed to sort out Virgil first before he even chipped away at that mountain of fuckery.

Roman got up slowly removing the blanket from Virgil undressing him. Ok this was wrong but Virgil actually looked happier to be unclothed. "Good good." He chirped.

God he was already way gone Roman thought to himself unconsciously unbuttoning his shirt. He left the guest room as he moved directly to Dorian.

......

Logan and Patton arrived a hour after Roman and Virgil retreated to the guest bedroom. What Dorian and the others didn't expect to see was a disheveled Roman with a blush over his face. Dorian rushed to his side touching the man, God his skin felt like fire. "You feel like you have a fever Roman, what happened?"

Logan gets up smelling something odd in the air. "I think I have to be with Virgil."

"Uh lo why?" Patton asks noticing a shift in Logan's demeanor.

Logan shakes his head trying to get rid of this haze but it didn't work as his feet moved without his permission. "Have to." He continues on as nobody stops him as a feeling of this needs to happen washes over the group.

Roman began to trail kisses along Dorian's neck who pushes him away. Roman whines then suddenly snaps out of his stupor. "I uh what happened?" He wipes the excess drool from his mouth. "Oh fuck sorry Dee."

Dorian wipes the spit from his neck groaning at the odd consistency. "I think Virgil was influencing you."

"Oh like if his hormones triggered Roman's." Patton smiles.

The pair almost forgot that Patton was a expert in biology. "Yeah I think so. God Dee i wanted to wait to figure this out first I just couldn't."