#virg looking good as FUCK too

[calmasyoulike]

baby boy doesn’t need language, just vibes

Darwin’s ability to communicate with people he speaks zero languages in common with is both so so endearing and fascinating 😂♥️

[wjhik]

Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*

A/N: we need more big virg writers because this is criminal

based on:

7:40-8:05

Y/N’s POV: 

“So, any more kids on the way?” My aunt asks me. Virgil and I are visiting my family at my mom's house, and, as per usual, my auntie is interrogating me. “Auntie, I just had a baby a year and a half ago. No harm in taking a break.” I say, juggling our youngest daughter in my arms while reaching for her pacifier. “Don’t you want to try for a boy?” I roll my eyes at that comment. Virgil and I are more than happy with our 3 girls. I simply shrug at her, attempting to ignore her old ways. “Wouldn’t you love a boy to carry on your legacy, Virgil?”, referring to his football career. I look at Virgil, waiting for his answer. “Anything my sons could do, my daughters can as well.” He calmly explains, quickly shutting down her bogus remarks. 

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“Kids, come on. We have to go.” I say to my two older girls. “No, mama! Can we stay over? Please??” The oldest begs. “Please, mama. Everyone is staying over with Teta (grandma), can we too??” My secondborn says. I look at Virgil, expecting some backup. “Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The baby is already asleep, why wake her up?” Virgil says. I look over to my lastborn who is asleep on my mom’s couch. I look up in both frustration and contemplation. “Y/N, they’re more than welcome to stay over.” My mom chimes in. I look down at my daughters looking up at me with pleading eyes. I look to my right to see my husband looking down at me, something behind his eyes that I can’t pinpoint. I look to my left to see my mom playing with the other kids. 

“Alright, fine.” I say which is followed by an eruption of screams and cheers from my daughters then followed up by shushing from my husband, pointing to their sleeping younger sister. 

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“Bye, babygirls. I love you and be good!” I say as Virgil ushers me out of my childhood home. We walk down the driveway as Virgil goes on about his day, upcoming games, his co-captaincy with Trent, etc as I listen. He opens the car door of his Mercedes and helps me in. 

“So, first night away from the girls. How do you feel?” Virgil asks me, breaking our comfortable silence. “I’m more nervous for my mom, to be fair. You know how tired we get with 3 girls. Imagine what my mom’s going through with 8 of them.” I joke. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mean, she raised you.” Virgil replies. “Yeah, but I was the only girl in my family.” I say. “I’m sure you alone were worse than those 8 girls.” I quickly smack Virgil’s chest with the back of my hand, which was previously resting in his, on my lap. “Hey, I’m driving! That’s a hazard.” I roll my eyes at my far too sassy husband.  

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“Sweetheart, we’re home.” I hear as I’m shaken awake. “Hmm? Okay, I’m up.” I say groggily. I throw my arms up in a stretch, unknowingly hitting my husband in the face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Virg.” I say, laughing as he rubs his eyes. 

“The house feels odd empty and quiet. It’s as if we don’t have 3 ticking time bombs in bed.” I comment, making my way up the stairs with Virgil following close behind. “It’s almost like that’s what it is.” Virgil retorts. I look down at him and stuck my tongue out playfully. I turn my head to look in front before I feel a grab on my ass. I slightly jump as I hear a deep giggle from below me. 

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Virgil and I are lying in bed together after performing our nightly routines. Virgil has his head in my lap as I sat up and braid his hair, engrossed in the snobby activities of the Dubai Bling cast (best reality show idgaf). “Can you believe Ebrahem? He’s doing way too much.” I comment. (guys i love this show you dont understand. You should all watch it) “Baby?” I heard Virgil say. “Hmm?” I replied. “Let’s do something fun.” He comments. “Hmm? Oh, yeah sure.” I say absentmindedly, focused on my show. Virgil reaches over for the TV remote and turns it off. “HEY!” Virgil is taken aback by my volume and tone of voice. “Sorry, but what the fuck? It was getting so good.” I say. “Did you hear me?” Virgil says. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine. “I said let’s have some fun.” Virgil says suggestively. He sits up and takes the wine out of my hand. He reaches over to my side table and flicks off the lamp, leaving only the recently installed LEDs in our room on. Virgil leans over me and pulls me into a heated kiss. I lowly moan into my husband’s skilled lips. “Hold on.” He says, pulling away. 

Virgil reaches around for his phone. He quickly connects it to our built-in and extremely overpriced home sound system he insisted we needed and plays our shared sex playlist which, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to use nearly enough, having to keep quiet due to our daughters.  

I look up at my husband who is now on top of me. “Seriously?” I say questioning his choice of music. “What? You like it and you know it.” He says as he leans in to kiss me once again. “Mmh, Virg…” I say in between kisses. “What do you need, mama?” He whispers into my ear. “You.” I whisper back. He gets off me and takes off his shirt and leans back in to kiss me. I run my nails up and down his sides which makes him shiver. Virgil slowly kisses down my chin, onto my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Oh, fuck. Virg…” I mewl, grabbing onto his hair, loosely tied, contrary to his slicked-back look during the day. I feel him release his suction on my neck and give my fresh bruise a light kiss. 

Virgil slides himself down my body to where I need him most. He undoes my house robe to reveal me in my panties. He taps my hips, signaling me to lift them up so he can take off my clothes. He comes back up and starts sucking on my nipple, rolling the other in his hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He says into me. “Virgil, please. I need you.” I say, my chest heaving. I sit up underneath him, and he gets off me. I pull him to sit on the bed while I get on the carpeted floor, in between his legs. “Can I?” I ask him, pressing on his hard-on through his sweatpants. He lets out a light laugh at me still asking him every single time, without fail, despite all the years together. “Of course, sweetheart.” With his permission, I pull his trousers and underwear down, enough for his dick to spring out at me. 

I let out a sigh as I looked at my husband's horse-cock. (lol im so funny) Virgil grabs the back of my head gently and looks down at me. “Well, go on then, love.” He says encouragingly. I slowly sink my mouth onto him as he groans. I try to go as deep as I can without gagging, however it is inevitable. My eyes start watering as I’m slobbering over Virgil's dick. He pulls me off him and holds my chin up. He leans down and kisses me before pushing me down on him. I bob my head on his dick and suck on his tip, earning a hearty moan from Virgil. “Fuck, love, you keep going like that we’re gonna be done real soon.” He says, pulling me up. 

I climb up my abnormally big husband and give him a sloppy kiss and move to kiss his neck. He gently grabs my neck and makes me face him. I stare into his eyes, very obviously drunk off his dick. I let out a giggle and kiss him more. He grabs me and places me on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. I hear him ridding himself of his remaining clothes behind me. Before I know it, one of his hands lands on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I turn my head back and our lips meet. He pulls away and opens the drawer next to our bed. He pulls out a bottle of lube we often use when having sex and squeezes it in his hand. He strokes his dick with it, getting it wet. Then, squeezes some directly onto me, knowing that I like how it feels against me. I hiss at the feeling. “Mmm, it’s cold…” I say. “I know, baby.” Virgil says, lining himself up with me. 

He pushes into me as I let my head drop into the pillow. “Mmm, Fucckkk…” Virgil moans. “You’re so big, Virgil.” I say, clinging onto my husband’s arm, which is propping him up. “Can I-” I quickly interrupt him. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.” He lets out a laugh. “Always so needy for me.” He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. I let out all sorts of erotic noises before I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself. Virgil quickly notices this. “Hey, I wanna hear all those pretty noises. There’s no girls, you don’t have to be quiet.” He reminds me. I remove my hand from my mouth and let myself feel good. 

“Fuck, Virg- I’m gonna cum..” I say, my voice shaking as he pounds into me. “Hmm, already?” He teases. “Viirrrgg!” I half moan half yell. “I’m just kidding. Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you around me.” He encourages me through my orgasm. “Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He says, as he relentlessly fucks me, searching for his high. Just as I feel him beginning to spasm, something hits me. “Wait, Virgil. Pull ou-” But I was too late. Virgil fucked me down from his high. He collapsed into my back. “Virg, get off. I can’t breathe.” I laugh. 

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Virgil is resting on my chest after he cleaned us up. “Hey, maybe your aunt is right. Another wouldn’t hurt.” He says. “Oh, so that was your ulterior motive.” I say disappointedly. “Virgil pokes me in my side, knowing I’m not serious. “I’m just kidding. I would love to have another baby with you.” 

A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋

[forest-falcon]

Not written anything in ages. Just scribbled this down while making dinner. Gonna continue to scribble this evening and hope for the best!

Scott whump plus tinies being tinies.

💙🧡💚💛❤️

The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 1

It was nothing.

Scott's head throbbed in retaliation at the thought, and the pilot suddenly regretted the English breakfast he'd savoured just a few short hours ago.

Tentative fingers explored the swelling at the back of his head. 

He inhaled a hiss as the injury bit back, and the eldest Tracy found himself nose-breathing to abate his rising nausea.

Ok, so it was something...but it had to be nothing.

Nothing until he was home, dry and safe - then he could rest...sleep it off - ice it, if needs be. 

Nope.

Scott lost the bile battle and found himself filling a in-flight bag he usually reserved for passengers.

Goddamn it.

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, willing the universe to equip him with a functional brain - one that could last out the two-hour flight back to Tracy Island. He just needed to plot a course, then One could bring him home.

Then, and only then, could it be something. 

One hovered patiently, her hum soothing and familiar in the absence of family.

"Thunderbird One?"

Fuck. He had to get going now before younger brothers grounded his clumsy ass. Scott summoned his best game face and ignored the sensation that his hair was gelled wrong.

"John? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He'd confess his stupidity once home. Suffer the wrath of the Virgil-brows, and worse - Grandma, if he could just skip out on a hospital stay. 

"Thunderbird One, you've not moved from your current location for some time. Is everything okay?"

"Sorry John, just had some stuff on my mind. Will fill you in later. I'm setting off now."

Scott allowed his fingers to dance over the controls, trusting muscle-memory over conscious thought. Thinking seemed to be a prelude to filling further bags - a desire he had no wish to to kindle.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yes. FAB. M'good." 

One's boosters fired and Scott swiped the hologram of his brother away.

Thunderbird One began her journey back across the South Pacific Ocean.

* * *

Scott's line went quiet.

"M'good."

John chewed on a pen-cap as he turned the phrase over in his head. 

"Is everything okay, John?"

EOS hovered just at the edge of his peripheral vision.

"I think so."

"Penny for your thoughts."

John chuckled. Pennies hadn't been used for decades.

"Did Scott seem... different at all to you?"

"Not noticeably."

"Can I have a reading on Scott's vitals please? I'm sure everything's fine..."

"Blood pressure is slightly low, and heart rate raised, but all within normal parameters given recent exertion on mission."

"Good."

 "My records show that Scott has been working longer hours than usual. He perhaps sounded a little tired, especially given his choice of words."

"I thought so too. I'll get Virgil to check in on him when he's home. If something's bothering Scott, I'm sure Virg can work his magic with a tête-à-tête."

"Failing that, a stay on Thunderbird Five should help to take the weight off, once I've removed the artificial gravity."

John threw his pencap at the AI.

"Thunderbird Four?"

"Present and correct!"

Gordon's voice sounded like a double espresso in comparison to Scott's. 

"Mission status, if you please."

"All crew have been safely extracted."

"And the vessel?"

"Four's never better."

John rolled his eyes and looked to EOS for strength.

"The ship, Gordon."

"You're gonna have to be a little more specific than that, Thunderbird Five. The sea is full of ships," Alan's voice chirped in.

John glared at the comms line. He could hear their smug, stupid smiles. He was being set up. May as well get it over with.

"What is the status of Shippy. Shippy. Bang. Bang."

"Ooooh, that ship. I mean, she's not really a ship, more of an S.S.O, strictly speaking," Gordon sniggered. 

S.S.O, was nearly as bad as Brain's R.A.D, in John's book. Gordon had coined the phrase Ship Shaped Object, to define any ocean vessel not fit for purpose.

"Yeah she's toast. S.S.O Rust-Bucket's embarking on her final voyage to the ocean floor." Alan supplied.

Our amateur angler friends are back on dry land, so we'll be heading back. Clean up will have to wait until the storm has passed."

"FAB."

[moirindeclermont]

It's day 29! Tomorrow is the last day of this BridgertonS3 Polin Kinktober (technically, it's the 31st, but I'm writing that one slowly. It will arrive eventually). Today it is virg!nity k|nk (a modern!au). Enjoy!!

How do you tell the love of your life (who only recently realized you are actually his, too) that you're in your 30s but have never been with a man? Especially when said love of your life is looking at you like he wants to devour you? Pen wants Colin. Fuck, Colin is the only man Pen ever wanted. But she never thought her silly dreams would actually come true.

They were kissing and making out on his bed, and she could tell Colin wanted to do more. Hell, she wanted too.

She just wanted to tell him, "Colin... if I tell you something embarrassing, you will not laugh at me, right?"

Colin looked at her. "You can tell me everything," he said honestly.

She took a big breath, trying not to giggle at how Colin kissed her neck.

"Okay. You did promise. It's just... I've never done it. I've never been with a man before, just women."

Colin looked at her for about ten seconds before understanding. To his credit, he didn't laugh. He seemed more... extremely turned on.

"I've done... something, not just the whole deal, you know?" she babbled, trying to conceal her embarrassment. Colin lifts her chin and kisses her.

"I'm honoured, Pen. We go slow, and if you're uncomfortable, say the word, and I'll stop, okay?" Shit. It was happening. She nodded. "Words, love?" She melts when he calls her "love". "Yes, Colin! Yes!"

They kiss again, and Colin seems to be everywhere: on her waist, her hips, her breasts.

"You have no idea how it turns me on the idea that I'll be the first and the only one who will know how you look as I slide in you," Pen shivers, also turned on beyond belief. Colin seemed the one embarrassed this time, as he admitted something vulnerable: "Colin... please touch me. I'm so glad it's you!! " Colin smiles at her. Pen could touch the sun for that smile.

Colin touched her with such reverence and care that it made her almost cry.

"You're so pretty, Pen," Colin murmured against her lovely tits, taking them with both hands and making her moan softly. He seemed to know how to touch her to drive her crazy - which was no surprise. Colin always knew her body, mind, heart and soul. He took both nipples in his mouth, sucking on them lightly as he pushed against her thighs to give himself a bit of relief. Soon, she was naked, just like him. She let her eyes wander, taking in the view.

"Like what you see?" he asked, not knowing he was so good-looking; it was almost unfair.

She kissed him again, marvelling at the sensation of his skin against his. Spreading her legs for him - so Colin could touch her - was as natural as breathing. It was always meant to be this way.

Colin slides a hand on her thigh, breathing and closing his eyes, overcome by the moment. He touched her lightly as a feather at first and then with more pressure as he sensed how wet she was for him.

"Pen! I want to taste you, can I?" she nodded to him, letting her head fall back against the pillow as his tongue danced on her skin. When he arrived at her folds, he used his fingers as well, opening her slowly. She felt so cherished as her first orgasm with him was just below the surface.

His tongue touched her cl|t, and she moaned loudly, the sensation so good as she had grown accustomed to the feeling of his light stubbornness on her thighs as he ate her like a man starving.

"Pen, you are delicious," he moaned against her skin before resuming his movements. Soon, she was falling apart on his tongue and mouth, two fingers inside her. She was ready. She had been ready her whole life.

"Colin! Please, I need you!"

He kissed her again, making her feel her taste, and she could feel his dick sliding on her soaked pussy.

"I need to focus, Pen. I feel like I will come the second I'm inside you," he whispered to her, her heart soaring in her chest.

Colin aligned himself and, focusing on her face, pushed a bit. Pen's mouth opened in delight. She was used to fingers and mouth, d1ldos and v1brators, but nothing could have prepared her for the sensation of having Colin inside her. He pushed all the way in fairly quickly, yet it was like her heart, in turn, had been split open. Maybe he sensed her inner turmoil as he bent down to kiss her, allowing her to get used to the feeling. "Good?" he asked, "Yes, I'm alright!" she said back to him.

"Please, Colin. Move. I want to feel you," she added, moaning when he did as asked. "Fxck Pen. You feel so good. So good. So perfect for me," he sighed, establishing a slow rhythm that drove her insane. "Harder, Colin! Make me feel you for days!" she told him, already lost to the pleasure.

Colin smirked, "You wish is my command." He started pushing faster and stronger, making her gasp with the intensity of it.

For some minutes, the only sounds in the room were the ones they were making together—skin against skin. Kisses shared. Moans and sighs as they find their pleasure in each other arms. Pen came first, Colin following her soon. She was feeling good and sated, and she could not stop touching his arms or chest as he collapsed on her side.

She was about to fall asleep when Colin asked her, "Why didn't you do it before?" His tone was not judgmental or shameful, just curious.

"If it's sacred to you, it can wait," she answered, adding, "It never felt right with men I've tried dating before. Now I know they weren't you," she said, a small tear escaping her eyes. Colin caressed her cheek. "Thank you. Not because you waited for me. But because I'm sharing this first with you... it felt like a first to me, too, somehow."

They kissed... and then Colin smirked at her. "But you'll have to tell me about these women."

"Only if you tell me about yours!"

[whorekneecentral]

okay hear me out something along the lines of this

you’re getting ready to go out, im talking late night club type thing we’re going for the sexiest of sexy outfits, you’re in the bathroom looking in the mirror getting ready, virg is standing in the doorway DOING THE LEANING ON THE FRAME THINGY, and he’s looking at you through the mirror ( if that makes sense) AND HE’S GIVING THE EYES

and you hit him with the “don’t look at me like that” AND HIS REBUTTAL “like what?”

-🏎️

SCREAMING SLIDING DOWN THE FUCKING WALL YOU GET ME!!!!!! // prompt: “don’t look at me like that” "like what?"

The red dress stopped mid thigh, your hair curled and tossed over your shoulders as you fixed the last bit of your makeup. Your husband was in the bed room, you can hear him tumbling through the closet as he looked for his shirt.

"Did you find it?" you called to him, blinking as you put your mascara on. You glanced over your shoulder when you hear the footsteps, your husband leaning on the door frame. "What do we think?"

You smile, "you look good."

"So do you," he smiles.

Your cheeks flushed red to match your dress as you look back to the mirror to finish up. You leaned forward, flipping your hair back and forth a few times to shake the curls loose before you search through the drawer for your lipgloss.

Virgil's eyes wandered over your body, you can feel them trace the curve of your back, down to your ass. "Virg," you called, rubbing the lipgloss over your lips.

"What?" He asks, his arms folded over his chest as he looks at you.

"Don't look at me like that." You tell him and his eyes met yours in the mirror, "like what?" You roll your eyes at his comment.

"Like you want to fuck me."

Your husband walks over to you, his hands rests on your waist when he stands behind you. The man towered over you even when you stand straight. "Because I do," he says.

You turn around, pulling your husband down for a kiss. He kisses you and your body reacts before you could stop yourself. Your hands on his jaw as you pull him closer, he turns the two of you so your ass hits the counter and one of your legs is hooked on his hip, his hand sliding up your bare thigh to grab your ass. 

Your hands fiddle with the buttons on his black shirt, him and his stupid black shirts always; you tug on them a bit, eventually popping the buttons when you get fed up of undoing them. 

“Turn around,” he whispers against your shoulder, a hand on your hip as he turns you around to face the mirror. 

You watch as he pushes your dress up, bunching over your hips. Virgil's hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward. 

Panties pushed to the side and Virgil reached forward, a hand holding your chin to pull you up, forcing you to look in the mirror. His other hand holds your hip once he pushes into you. He tsks, smiling at the way your face twists in pleasure. 

“Look how pretty you are,” he hums, kissing along the back of your shoulder as his hips dig into your ass. 

The knot in your stomach tightens, and obviously, you know the size difference exists but you’d never seen it like this. Per usual, Virgil's towers over you and his large hand covers your hip. Your body doesn’t even block his hips from view when he fucks you. His hand on your hip slips down between your legs, reaching for your clit.

He barely moves his fingers before your own hand reaches down to rest on his. The outline of his hand pulls your attention, no matter how much you wanted to look away, you couldn’t bring yourself too. 

"We're gonna be late," you mumbled, the man smiles. "Right now, nothing's more important than you."

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 10: virginity

nct/wayv 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Liu Yangyang NSFW

🖤 warnings: outing your bro as a total virg, secret crushes, situation-typical coercion, overuse of brospeak/yangspeak🖤

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"I'm not a fucking virgin. Get out of my room."

Yangyang's voice holds more vitriol than you've probably ever heard from him, and that's how you know that you and Renjun - mostly Renjun - have officially crossed a line.

"It was just a joke," says Renjun.

You smile, but it feels more like a grimace on your face. "Obviously it was a little-"

"I mean, sorry if you're sensitive about it," he continues, absolutely unapologetic. "Like, okay, Xiao Dejun, way to be mad about nothing."

Yangyang fixes him with a look that would send a lesser zodiac sign running. "I told you to get out of my room."

Renjun, Aries sun, just shrugs. "If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so mad."

But Renjun does leave, and you follow him out, giving Yangyang another pleading smile that he misses entirely as he turns around to clamp his headphones over his ears and glare at his computer screen.

What was supposed to be a chill night in Yangyang's apartment is ruined. His roommate is out of town and everything (Ten is cool but he's overbearing, and he wins every single board game that the lot of you try to drunkenly play, so you don't miss him this time).

But Renjun had been bragging about his latest hookup-turned-Something, with an insufferable guy from the music department, when the cursed line had been uttered.

Yangyang had showed about three seconds of disinterest, and Renjun had snapped, "At least I'm getting some. Not like some adult virgins we know."

It was vague but pointed, undeniably mean. Renjun can be mean, everyone knows that, but it's not usually used against any of the friend group. That's why, at this sudden slight from one of his closest friends, Yangyang immediately blushed an angry pink and lost his shit.

The two of you were banished from Yangyang's bedroom, where the PS5 is, but not from the apartment yet, so Renjun makes himself at home on the couch while you head to the kitchen for a beverage of some kind. And to clear your head.

You'd never even thought about Yangyang's virginity status before. Why would you? He's your friend, a dorm neighbor from freshman year who turned into a friend after one too many floor parties spent together.

Renjun really called him out, and from the over-the-top anger he'd received in return, you can't help but think that Renjun was one hundred percent right. You go on the occasional date that the boys know about, and Renjun is mostly out of his thot phase now but there was a while back there when he was getting around impressively. Ten, Kun, Chenle...even Dejun has incredible cringefail dick game.

But Yangyang...

"Did you really have to say that?" you ask, joining Renjun on the couch with a bottled coffee thing that you're pretty sure is Ten's.

He glances at the drink. "Ten-ge is gonna be pissed."

"Because you were kind of out of pocket."

"I didn't think he'd be so..." Renjun sighs. "I'll apologize when he chills out."

That's a good plan, in theory.

Only in theory, though, because Yangyang doesn't chill out. Not for the rest of the evening.

After another hour or so on the couch with you, Renjun knocks on his bedroom door, to no answer. He calls it a night and heads home soon after that.

You stick around.

The dude very obviously had his feelings hurt, and eventually he's going to need to talk about it. Ten is usually the one who gets Yangyang to open up, but he's not here, so you think you're probably the next best thing. A very far second.

It's a dumb thing for anyone to be upset about. Especially someone as interesting and funny as Yangyang, someone so cute, so attracti-

Well. No reason to go overboard.

You knock on Yangyang's door, this time. It's late now, creeping closer to midnight, but you know that Yangyang doesn't sleep until the sun comes up again.

He doesn't answer. You knock harder.

The door flies open, Yangyang's snarling face on the other side. "Jesus fuck, Renjun, go shove a-"

"He went home," you interrupt.

"Then you should-"

"Can we talk?" you ask. "Pretty please?"

"About what? All the ass I'm not getting?"

You shrug. "If that's how you wanna phrase it, I guess."

It wouldn't surprise you if Yangyang stuck to his guns on this, but he sighs. He lets the door fall open more, as he turns on his heel to head back to his gaming chair.

"Can't wait until Hyuck and the whole hip-hop team know that I'm perpetually bitchless," Yangyang says.

There's a second of pause while you try desperately to figure out who Hyuck is - Renjun's fuckbuddy, that's it. The mop-headed one that Ten hates. And then you move to sit on Yangyang's bed.

"Renjun wouldn't do that," you say. "He felt really bad."

"He never feels bad."

That's kind of true, but still. "You guys are friends. He wouldn't wanna, like, fuck up your life on that scale."

"People are gonna know that I'm bitchless, and then no one will ever talk to me again."

"Stop saying bitchless, it's weird," you say. "And I really don't think anyone cares."

Yangyang spins his chair around to face you, your knees nearly touching as he looks at you with imploring puppy eyes. "It's not like I'm not trying, dude."

"Third-wheeling Ten to Johnny Suh's frat parties does not count as trying."

He ignores you. "I wanna get laid. It's just a lot of work, and people are so fake, and-"

"Just fuck someone you know," you interrupt. "It's either a total stranger, or someone you know well. Those are the best choices.

"Really?"

"In my experience, yes."

There's a beat of silence, and then, slowly, Yangyang's face breaks into a devious, awful grin.

It takes you another few seconds to figure it out.

"No!"

"Oh, come on!" he whines.

"Not if we were the last two people on earth!"

"You're already here!"

You scoff. "Oh, yeah, because that helps your case so much. Just what everyone wants to hear. 'You're convenient!'"

"It's not like that," Yangyang says. "You know I think you're amazing."

You're unreasonably touched, for an instant, by his choice of flattery. Not hot, not cool. Amazing.

"I know you're desperate, but it's a bad idea," you say.

But even as you protest, you know how you feel.

Yangyang is a good friend, a buddy. He's also irresistibly charming and quick, increasingly handsome as he's grown into his features over the few years you've known him. You've kind of got a soft spot for him, more than for any of your other friends, and you're suspecting that he kind of knows it.

"Fine," he says. "I'm just going to deal with my virg sadness by rubbing one out."

"Ew."

As if daring you, Yangyang slips his stupid cutoff tee over his head, standing there in just his low-slung shorts. He dramatically walks the semicircle around you and flops down on his back on the other side of the bed. You eye the pale jut of his ribs against his skinny torso, the wispiest excuse for a happy trail-

"You can leave. Or you can stick around," he says. "Y'know. If you want."

"You wouldn't dare-"

But he dares, hands going to the buckle of his thick cloth belt.

Well.

Ten's not home, and won't be home all week. Renjun is gone.

You stand up from the bed, as Yangyang is still undoing his belt with agonizing slowness, and slam and lock his bedroom door. Can't be too careful. Lots of people know the passcode to get in here. And the last thing you want is Guanheng or Chenle or someone coming in here and seeing this.

Seeing you, as you throw the last of your caution right out the slightly-popped window and climb right onto the bed again.

Right onto Yangyang.

He yelps, like he thinks you're attacking him, as you move to sit on top of his thighs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. The open belt and button of his shorts is tempting, though the thick band of his boxers has been visible the whole time anyway.

Yangyang's face, however, is just intrigued. Flustered, a bit, but not scared. His hands twitch against his covers like he wants to touch you, but isn't sure if he can.

"Do you actually wanna be un-virginized?" you ask, annoyed despite all of your interest (how did you get here?!).

He nods as well as he can, hair fanning against his pillow. "So badly."

Your heart is fluttering. You hate to admit it.

"Then it's your lucky day."

[phantomhunting]

We're Here and We're Queer // Sanders sides modern teen AU

CHAPTER 1 - queer teens have immense crushes on each other and wont fucking CONFESS ALREADY.

<Next chapter coming soon>

CW: implied abuse, and intrulogical being intrulogical (mostly Remus)

Ships: Logan x Remus, Roman x Virgil, Remy x Janus, Emile x Patton

Patton was sitting in his room in front of the mirror, trying to make his light cyan hair look good, but it was too messy. He sighed, the reflection of his soft blue eyes staring at him from the mirror. "I hate this" he whispered. He sighed again and got up, going to his closet and taking out his favorite top, a baby blue vest with a white button-up. He put it on and grabbed his school bag and walked downstairs to get some breakfast.

There wasn't much to eat at home, even though the Mor family (which Patton was part of) had a lot of money. He decided to eat some overly-sugary cereal with lactose free milk (because he's lactose intolerant). When Patton finished eating, he could hear his father walk up the stairs. He quickly washed the dishes he used and placed them neatly on the dish rack. He checked the time, '8:10' was what the clock read. "You're late to school again." his father exclaimed as he entered the room. Patton started breathing heavily, scared of what his father might do. "I-i was just leaving!" He grabbed his bag and ran out the house before his father could do anything. He ran all the way to school, not wanting to be even more late.

- - -

Virgil was sitting in the back of the class with his small dagger shaped fidget, barely listening to the teacher. He was waiting for the break so he could hang out with his friends. He and his older brother, Logan, have recently moved into this city, and a group of students have accepted them in as one of their own. Virgil always doubted if they actually liked them or if it was just because they're new, but at least he'll make the most of it. After two long and boring math classes, it was finally break time. Virgil put all his stuff in his locker and grabbed his food from his bag. He ran to the back of the school, which was where the group always stayed while in there. Roman, Patton, and Remus were already sitting and chatting there. Virgil was hesitant to approach, not wanting to intrude. Then, he suddenly felt a hand touch his shoulder. He jumped and let out a squeak, turning around to see... His older brother, Logan!

"Lo.. don't ever do that again" he tried to sound intimidating but he was so much smaller than him. "What did you get?" Logan asked, pointing at Virgil's lunchbox. "Oh- umm, it's just some bread with a piece of cheese on it" Virgil answered. "You know, you need to eat more than that, Virg" Logan's tone seemed harsh, but Virgil knew Logan cared a lot about him. They both walked over to the group, and sat down next to them.

"Virgil! Logan!" Patton called, happy to see his friends. "Hello!" Remus called as well, only happy to see Logan. "Hi..!" Roman whispered quietly to Virgil, blushing slightly. "Hey, Roman.." Virgil responded, hoping his makeup hides his red face. "Ree, is that new?" Virgil asked, pointing at the collar on Remus' neck. "Why won't you ask your brother~?" Remus responded, making a flirty face to Logan. "Ew- you could've just said yes" Virgil wanted to throw up thinking about his brother and Roman's brother having... Adult times. Remus scoffed. "Has anyone seen Barry? We were supposed to study now but he's not responding to my texts." Logan quickly changed the topic. "Probably still asleep, he oversleeps constantly" Remus responded, taking out his bottle (that's full of some blue liquid that seems full of sugar) and taking a sip. Logan is disgusted by the drink, but moves on, "he's usually here by now..." he checks his phone's notifications again. "Ugh, why does it matter? We're having a conversation here now" Remus rolled his eyes.

There was silence for a few seconds, only the sounds of Patton's chocolate chip cookies in his mouth were heard. "Wassup nerds" Janus sat next to his younger brother, Patton, and placed his bag of oatmeal cookies besides him. "Good morning, Jan" Remus smiled. Virgil and Roman rolled their eyes, they both disliked Janus a bit too much. Janus flashed a sarcastic smile back at them both, raising the tension.

"hey, Remus, may i speak to you in private?" Logan asked, cutting the tension. "Ooo~" Remus smirked. "About a serious topic. Now." Logan hurried. "Alright alright" Remus got up, and Logan followed. They both walked inside the building, they were out of sight in a moment. "Well.... Uh, Roman, did you see the vid i sent you?" Virgil asked, attempting to start a conversation without Patton or Janus. "I did! Wait- we're talking about the dnd one, right?" Roman hurried to clarify, and Virgil nodded, "yeah so i did watch it, it seemed really interesting! I'd love to do a game with you some day" Roman blushed. Virgil smiled awkwardly, wanting to show Roman his years of campaign planning just for him, but he knew it'd seem weird. "Hey, lovebirds, there are more people sitting with you" Janus exclaimed, signaling at himself and his brother. Roman and Virgil both burst into denying chatter, while Patton giggled to himself. They all spent the rest of the break talking about some math teacher that got pregnant from a different teacher. Remus and Logan didn't come back.

- - -

At the end of the school day, as Patton walked out, he saw two cute boys talking right outside the school's gate. He took a deep breath and approached them. "H-hey! My name is Patton, and I think you look really cool, wanna be friends?" He asked, seeming as innocent as a baby. The taller one chuckled, "sure. Im Remy, this is my twin brother, Emile" he smiled, and took a sip out of his coffee. Emile smiled a bit, already knowing he's got feelings for Patton, he always saw him around, hanging with hus classmate, Virgil, and he always seemed so sweet and caring. It was obvious he liked puns, just perfect for him. "He's awkward" Remy whispered to Patton, and preceded to be slapped by Emile. Patt giggled, but in a friendly way rather than a bullying way. Thats when Janus whispered into Patton's ear, "we need to get home, bitch" and laughed.

"LANGUAGE!!" Patton shouted. Janus just kept laughing. "Sorry, uh, this is my brother, Janus" he explained to his new friends. "Is Janus your actual name?" Emile asked, his sweet honey colored eyes glowing with curiosity. "Nope, its Julia. But i really hate that name, so i changed it. Too feminine" Janus explained, grabbing Patton's hand, "now, me and my beloved brother need to head home. See ya!" he dragged him off to the bus stop.

- - -

"he was amazing!!" Emile called, flapping his hands. "His brother was hotter." Remy replied, sipping his coffee like the bad bitch that he is. "Sometimes i really dont get how you're my twin brother and not some distant uncle of an uncle" Em joked. "What can i say, I'm the Picani with the most personality" Remy flipped imaginary hair (his hair is too short). "Pfft, yeah, right. You dont even know what you're gonna do next week, i already know what im learning in college." Emile joked as they both started walking home.

[brandstifter-sys]

I like to imagine Remus going apeshit if he sees Virgil in like slacks, a button-down shirt, and tie. And even more apeshit if his tie is loose, the top couple of buttons are undone, and the sleeves are rolled up. Not just because it looks good, but because it's so different.

Now the reverse would be just as entertaining. Remus all cleaned up and presentable, but not entirely. Virgil would internally freak out at the sight, like what happened to his boytoy? Oh no he's hot! Cue all the flustered edgelord ticks.

And then Remus does or says something so unabashedly him and Virgil's panic stops and he's not nearly as flustered. But he's still blushing and staring because damn!

The second Remus even hints at teasing him for getting worked up, getting too close and in his personal bubble, all bets are off.

Like he grabs that stupid tie and uses it like a leash. Remus, is pleasantly stunned, even more so when Virgil's lips brush his own and he just has to say something.

"You look like 'the man.' And I say, 'fuck the man.'"

And then he pulls away before Remus gets a smooch and fixes his shirt and tie. And Remus is completely flustered and pouty while Virge is just a little smug. But he still gives Remus a little kiss because he can.

[gravedigg]

19, 20, and 22 for the dark urge asks !! i need to know more about virgil he intrigues me :))

I’m so flattered that you’re interested!

19. Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not?

Well, Virgil is accidentally dating Gale so I’ll start with that lol. I think Gale addressed Virgil with a sincere gentleness that really caught him off guard. I also think his wit, intelligence, and ambition reminded Virgil of a certain forgotten love. Virgil was really resistant to bond with anyone at camp but Gale got under his skin with time, and I think Virgil appreciates his consistency. Also, Gale is a little freak, and it's really hard not to want to please him.

Wyll and Virgil get along really well, but I think there’s an unspoken distance that Virgil keeps between them because Wyll is so good, and so stalwart in his beliefs, and Virgil feels like if Wyll really knew him, that he would hate him (whether that’s actually true or not)

Astarion and Virgil get along great, murder buddies and all. Star has my whole heart so it couldn't be any other way. Virgil feels like his protector, though Astarion would hate that if he knew.

I think that Shadowheart and Virgil have ended up in a sort of sibling-like relationship, on the first day Shadowheart helped him tie up his hair because his hands were too shaky, and they've been doing little acts of affection ever since, though they wouldn't admit to it.

Halsin's the fucking best, I don't see how anyone couldn't love him, Virgil included. He's kinda the first person to really look at Virgil, see him at his relative worst, and care about him anyway. He so genuinely seems to want to help and that really touched Virgil, though he doesn't have the emotional intelligence to understand it.

The rest of the guys are great, but Virge hasn't spent as much time with them. Once I get to Act 3 Jaheira will become his mom 100%

20. Is your Dark Urge open about their Urge or do they try to hide it? Why?

Virgil definitely hid it for as long as he could and still hasn't talked to everyone about it. I think at the point I'm at with his playthrough, he has told Gale, Astarion, and Halsin. He waited until he had developed a relationship with them to broach the subject, and I think he feels a lot of shame and fear about admitting to his urges.

22. What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers?

Virgil's vibes are pretty rancid. He's just generally offputting. He's taller than you'd expect him to be, just a bit bigger than his frame would suggest in a way that feels uncanny. Obviously, he's covered in really gnarly scars that he has no explanation for. He's got a dead-eyed stare most of the time and isn't particularly expressive when you talk to him. He also refuses to conform to social niceties, which makes him pretty abrasive to talk to before you get to know him. He's smart and really funny in a dry-wit kind of way, but there's a lot you have to get past with him before you can see his charm.

[wjhik]

I'm So Proud Of You (Trent Alexander-Arnold)

A/N: finally some trent content

Y/N's POV:

"Trent here. I'm not available right now. Leave a message after the beep." The call goes to voicemail. I've been trying to reach Trent for the past hour. He most likely has his phone in the locker room while he's on the field. I think this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Going through contractions, timing them, and controlling my breathing. All while trying to grab the last of my things to take to the hospital. As my contractions get closer and closer, they're getting more painful. I really need Trent here.

"Thank you for calling Liverpool FC. This is Lilian. How can I help you?" Thank god someone picked up. I've called everyone at the club, and no one has answered. I had to resort to calling the gaffers secretary. "Hi, Lilian. This is Y/N calling, Trent's wife. Listen, I've been trying to reach anyone for the past hour, and no one has answered. If you're not too busy, could you tell him to call me- FUCK!!!" This is the most painful contraction so far, and it had to happen while I was on the phone. "Oh my- Yes, of course. Are you alright?" She says. I can hear some rustling in the background, assuring me that she was getting up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just get Trent to call me as soon as possible. Thank you!" I say hanging up as another contraction comes in.

Trent's POV:

"So how's the missus?" Robbo asks me. "Yeah, she's alright. The pregnancy's been hard on her, but she's handling it amazingly." I tell him. "She's still pregnant?" I hear one of them say. "I swear, it's been a whole year." Another chimes in. "She is very overdue, 10 months. But the doctor says it's alright. She wants the baby out, however. She is well over done." I say, squeezing some water into my mouth. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around. It's Klopp's secretary. What does she want from me?

"Mr. Alexander-Arnold, your wife called. She said she's been trying to reach you and if you could call her back ASAP." She tells me. "Oh. My phone's not with me. Did she tell you what she wanted?" I ask her. Why would Y/N call her? "No, she didn't. But she did sound like she was in pain." In pain? Did she hurt herself? She's so clumsy these days. "You better go, Trent. Let us know when he's here." Robbo says, patting me on the shoulder. "When who's here?" I ask him. Why is he so excited? "Your son?!" He says, almost appalled. "What are you on about?" I ask him, slowly getting up. "Trent, are you alright?" Virg says. "Your wife's in labor!" Andy says. I didn't even think of that! "OH MY GOD!! SHE'S IN LABOR!" I say, running into the locker rooms.

Klopp's POV: (jus for fun)

"Alright, boys. Break's over. Back to work!! Where's Trent?" I ask the players. He knows better. There's still 10 minutes before training is over. Trent isn't like this. He doesn't skip practice for anything. "His missus has gone into labor." Andy tells me. Good for him! (lol this was so unnecessary)

Y/N's POV:

This fucker better get here soon. I'm dying here. I take out my phone to text him again. I see that he read the messages 10 minutes ago. Did he really leave me on read? After all those messages and calls, he leaves me on read? I so wish I wasn't pushing this guys baby out of my vagina. Fucking asshole. "AAAHHH!!" I let out a guttural scream as I bounce up and down on the exercise ball the asshole bought me. I feel my hand being taken. I pull it back in reflex. I look up to see my husband. "I'm so sorry I didn't answer your messages, love. I left as soon as I saw them. Are you alright? How far apart are the contractions?" Maybe he's not that bad. "5 minutes. And they last around 50 seconds." I tell him. "How long has it been?" He asks me, sitting next to me. "Long enough. I need to go to the hospital." I tell him. "You stay here, I'll put the thing in the car." He says, running to grab our bags.

"How much longer?" I say, holding my stomach with one hand and the other squeezing the grab handle. I have my eyes squeezed shut in pain. Trent stops the car and runs over to my side of the car. I open my eyes to realized we are stopped right in front of the hospital. Not parked. Stopped in the middle of the road. Trent opens my door and helps me out of the car.

I'm sitting in the waiting room while Trent talks to the receptionist. "My wife is in labor. Her contraction are 5 minutes apart and last a minute. It's been like that for an hour or more. Please help." The receptionist calls for a gurney and asks him to fill out some paper work. He fills out all of my details for me.

The nurses have put me into my room. Trent has somehow managed to get the best room in the hospital. They have started me on some painkillers, and I feel much better now. "Baby, can you go get the bags?" I tell him. I remember that the car is still blocking the road. "Are you sure? I don't want to leave you alone." He's so sweet. "I'm fine for now, but this is the only opportunity you're going to get. So, go!"

"One more push, love. You're doing amazing." Trent says, standing on the right of my hospital bed and allowing me to squeeze his hand with all my might. (im going to spare yall your screaming and the feeling of your vagine being ripped open) I can feel the baby's head crown and eventually come out. I'm extremely drugged up. The nurses gave me a slight break. Trent leans down and kisses my extremely sweaty forehead. He wipes the tears away from my cheeks. "I'm so proud of you. You're almost there.

I feel the stream of cheeks run down my cheek as I hear my baby cry. The nurse lightly rubs the baby clean and places him on my chest. "Hi, baby..." I say with a very high pitched voice. Trent rubs my shoulder to say 'good job'. The nurse gently takes the baby away from me to clean him up.

Our families have already visited us and have left. Trent is laying down on the couch next to my bed, scrolling through the shit cable channels. The T.V. is muted, both Trent and I too scared to wake up the baby. He's on my chest, feeding. I can't even express how special it felt to have my baby on my skin for the first time.

"Trent?" I ask him, my eyes still on my baby. "Hmm?" He says, his eyes still glued to the screen. "Take off your shirt." I tell him. He looks at me, raising his eyebrows to me and giving me that look. "I know it's been a while, but it's a bit too soon, no?" He tell me. "Not like that, Trent! You haven't held him skin-to-skin yet." I whisper yell. He knows what I meant. He takes off his shirt. I get up and with my son in my arms and I place him into my husband's arms. "Oh my god...He's so precious." Trent says, looking up at me. He stares at our son for a while while I sit on the arm of the couch. I look down at his face to see tears running down his face. My boys.

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[longeyelashedtragedy]

2023 post

i'm struggling through this with a kind of broken keyboard (sticky M U J keys) so bear with me!

because the last month of this year has been such a fucking nightmare (that i'll be working to remove myself from come tuesday) i realized that the good things that happened this year kind of escaped me.

cause--this year was good, in ways that as always with my life cannot be seen by the outside world. it was a messy year but some things changed that i still haven't fully made sense of.

-this year i met so many cool people on here, or got closer to some other people who i'd known before. if "meeting cool people on tumblr" was a skill you could put on your resume, i would definitely feel qualified to put it on my resume, but this year i feel like i just got acquainted with a really high quality group of people (all who support different teams, too!) and that's been so much fun and rewarding as well. i always feel a bit guarded telling people that i care about them but...i do. a lot!

-this june i went on a #YOLO trip to the netherlands that i could not afford but even now when i see my charming credit card debt i have to say i have No Regerts. i got to meet two of these tumblr friends who i've been close to for long enough that they've transcended "internet friend" for me and feel like Friends I've Known a Long Time. we had such a comfortable and fun time travelling together, to a place i've wanted to visit since i was young, and the benefit of meeting Tumblr Friends in real life is that you can make sure everyone's brain needs are taken care of! together we went to see italy beat NL (feat. virg van d slur in the flesh) in the stadium and then watched croatia lose to spain in the basement of a sports bar in utrecht and they got to see that it's 100% true that i cry during the croatian national anthem before the game 😂 i got to do so many bucket list things--visit the rijksmuseum, go solo to delft and see all the vermeer places and settings of my favorite book, girl with a pearl earring (and accidentally wander into a government building looking for a church, whoops), and see the girl with a pearl earring herself for the second time, but this time at her home in the mauritshuis. also i took a lot of fun trains and like every time i go from american Big Corn Syrup and Weird Additives food to europe, everything i ate was good as fuck. and i slept in a pod for two nights! i have the opposite of claustrophobia (claustro...philia? lol) so that slapped. so great, and getting to meet up with friends who live on the other side of an ocean is so fucking special.

-LAMPARDVERSE! nuff said, but it's been an absolute blast getting to co-create it and research all the lore. this is just the beginning, long may it live!!! also thanks to you all for putting up with me blasting a white english chelsea man on your dashes. it will happen again.

-irl stuff...the most unexpected. this year i was able to comfortably become friendly with people who are quite different from me. i was confident in the parts of my personality that are Different--i had fun owning it, and i saw that people really like that person. the craziest thing was that a huge obstacle in my path was that cptsd causes me to feel physically uncomfortable around people, even people i like, aside from emotional discomfort, but the thing is when your body is getting physical danger signals they're extremely difficult to "ignore" (for a reason!) or put aside to focus on the mental stuff.

this year i just went for it--went through months of extremely draining and uncomfortable "exposure therapy" by way of forcing myself to try to stay present in conversations with people i knew i liked, even if the conversations/their presence freaked me out and drained me. (i'm not some magical uwu inspiration/good luck miracle, for anyone who might be in this situation and feel envious--i've been in intense therapy since 2013, do a lot of my own mental work in between, and take two different medications. it took me 10 years to get there! i say this cause there is no shame in the hard work.) importantly, with the people i felt i trusted enough and whose opinion of me i valued enough for them to know the truth, i just told them what was going on with me. not in any graphic detail or TMI, but i told them one of the things that has a big impact on how i present to the outside world (i suffer from trauma), what this trauma suffering looks like to the outsider (sometimes i stop talking altogether in a conversation, and not just that, but i zone out so hard that it looks like i'm not even paying attention, even though sometimes i still am), and what it means about how i feel about them/how they should take it (it means nothing at all, so please please don't take it personally)

they took this level of openness and honesty very well, and i found that telling them these limitations of mine helped to set me free. not living with the lifetime fear of being "found out," not having to worry while i was having a Trauma Moment that people were thinking badly of me and that it was severely impacting my socialization--all of this suddenly helped me start staying in the present while talking to people and while people were talking to me. and not just stay in the present but--ENJOY it. get something out of it. and, to show my work-friends that even though i have a lot of things not in common with them--that that's cool, and we still have plenty of things we do have in common

the kindness people have shown me this year after Seeing Me and getting to know me was unreal. i don't know how to process it. (this applies to you guys on tumblr too!). so many things have happened this fall and so many things were said to me that i never, ever, EVER thought i would be able to experience. i hope this lasts and i hope i can build on this in the new year.

so yeah...this year was...something alright. i'm always an even age in an even year and the evens are never as good for me as the odds (other than like, age 14. that was a good time.) but let's hope for the best.

now, i hate new year's eve/day, so let's get this shit over with!

[some-one56]

A Dream is Not A Wish

Chapter Seven~The Fallen Prince

Roman blinked a few times after the damage was done. He was now out of the trance, staring at his finger, which had a small droplet of blood from the breakage of the skin.

His eyes filled with terror once they met Virgil's.

"V-Virg...il.." Roman's words became slurred as he swayed on his feet. His eyelids immediately became heavy as his legs gave out on him.

Virgil ran over to Roman, catching him before he could hit the floor. "No.. nononono, Roman, stay with me- stay awake, you're fine. Don't- don't go to sleep yet-"

But Virgil was too late. Roman went limp in his arms, the curse in deep affect. The only thing relieving to Virgil was the fact that Roman was still breathing.

Logan, Janus, Remus and Patton ran over as well, all trying to help wake Roman up. Nothing worked.

"No.. This can't be fucking happening," Virgil shakily said, tears pricking his eyes. He sunk to his knees, holding the sleeping Roman close to his chest.

Remus quickly looked away, wiping his eyes. His entire body trembled as he fought to keep himself from crying.

"Well, well... I see you've found my little surprise," the voice of the one and only Maleficent said, materializing into view in front of the group. She wore a proud smirk, gripping her scepter tightly.

Virgil hissed in anger, about to get up, but Remus stopped him.

Remus slowly got up, staring Maleficent down. He balled his fists so tight, that his knuckles cracked. He was so angry, all he could see was red.

It's funny how emotions work, isn't it? Remus had never felt such anger before. He never had to.

But when his brother's life was at stake?

He can become very scary. Very fast.

"What? Are you trying to be intimidating?" Maleficent asked in a condescending tone, grinning at Remus. She was clearly amused.

Remus growled lowly, and was about to lunge, but Janus stopped him.

Janus quickly pulled out Roman's sword, handing it to Remus. "I think you'll need this."

Remus held the sword tightly, staring at it for a moment. At first, he didn't think it was a good idea using Roman's weapon.

But then, a surge of power ran through his body, all from the sword. His eyes widened at the feeling, but he only gripped the sword tighter. He watched in awe as the sword began to glow a faint red.

Remus smiled softly as he stared at the sword a moment longer. Then he snapped himself out of it, lunging at Maleficent.

Maleficent only laughed, easily dodging him. "Once you're done with that lightshow of yours, we can fight like real adults~"

Remus said nothing as he managed to slice at Maleficent's shoulder.

Maleficent let out a surprised yelp of pain, holding her injured shoulder. She stared at Remus, narrowing her eyes. "Alright, you little pest. You're getting on my last nerve. Perhaps I should just finish you off right here."

Maleficent dropped her scepter, her eyes glowing bright green. She began to grow, while her body began to change into something more sinister.

Remus quickly grabbed the scepter while Maleficent was busy. He makes a breaking motion, attempting to break it over his knee as an example. He then tosses it to Janus, mouthing for him to break it.

Janus nods, immediately trying to snap the scepter in half. "This has to be the only way to stop her," he said to the others.

"It's made out of Austrailian Buloke wood, it's the strongest kind there is," Logan said to Janus. "You'll need over seven thousand pounds to break it."

Remus turned back to Maleficent, who had turned into a dragon with glittering black and purple scales. Her green eyes glinted as she growled at Remus.

Remus ran away from the group, trying to distract Maleficent. Thankfully, it worked, and she began to chase after him.

Janus tried breaking the scepter by smashing it against the wall. It just bounced off the wall, hitting him in the head. "Ow-"

"Hold on," Logan said, gently taking the scepter from him. "I might have an idea."

Remus continued running, gripping the sword as he turned back. Maleficent was gaining on him.

She swiped at him with her claws, but he dodged her. He managed to stab her hand with the sword, only pissing her off more.

She snarled at Remus, breathing out green fire from her mouth.

Remus quickly slid out of the way, before getting burnt.

Please hurry up and break that damned thing already, he thought to himself, taking off in a mad dash down the hallway.

However, Remus was caught off guard by Maleficent shoving him roughly against the wall. Her claws dug into his arms, keeping him pinned. He frantically struggled, trying to free himself from her hold.

Maleficent grinned, her razor sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. "I'm doing you a favor," she growled out lowly. "I'll kill you so you can be with your brother in death. Isn't that the sweetest?"

Remus ignores her words, continuing to struggle. She had knocked the sword out of his hand, and it was currently behind her. He winced as her grip on him tightened.

"Hmm...Perhaps you should get to speak since you won't live much longer~"

A small green light appeared at Maleficent's fingertip, and she pressed the light against Remus's throat.

Remus suddenly coughs, as it feels like his breath was sucked back into his lungs. "What- how did you do that-" he sputtered out.

"Magic," she chuckled. "Now...any last words?~"

"Yeah, actually," Remus said as he stopped struggling. He leaned in close, staring Maleficent down.

"Nobody. And I mean. Nobody. Hurts my brother."

Maleficent only chuckles. She raised her claws, about to strike him, but she froze suddenly.

She looked down at her dragon paws, seeing them begin to dissintegrate. "No..." She whispered out, as her entire body began to fade out from existence. It was a searing pain, and she fell to the floor. She let out a shrill scream as she completely disintegrated into ash and dust completely.

Remus sighed in relief. "Perfect timing." He grabbed the sword, rushing back down the hall to the group. He grinned, seeing they had broken the scepter.

"Remus! Thank God you're okay," Janus said, running over to him, pulling him into a hug.

"Define "okay"," Remus snickered.

Janus's eyes widened. "You can talk again???"

"More on that later, how's Ro?" Remus asked.

"Well..." Janus mumbled, glancing back over at Virgil. Who was cradling the limp Roman close. Patton was at Virgil's side, his head hung low.

Remus kneeled over across from Virgil. He gently put a hand on Roman's arm, noticing how pale his face was. His body was cold to the touch.

"I thought breaking the staff would break the curse.." Logan muttered, dropping the broken halves of the scepter.

"Ro..?" Remus whispered, shakily taking a breath.

Virgil was silent. He wipes at his eyes, but tears continue to fall.

Remus sniffled, quickly wiping away a tear. "Fuck you, Maleficent," he mumbled. "Fuck this whole thing. Fuck you, Dream Keeper, I hope you die a gruesome, horrible death. For all that you've done, I want to be the one to kill you."

No one stopped Remus, for they all agreed with him.

Remus shakily stood up, going over to one of the windows. He saw that the barrier of briars was now gone, and a sunrise peeked through the clouds.

A red mist began to cover the floor, and it caught Remus's eye. He turned around, frowning when the mist began to grow. It had the faint smell of berries.

"What is this..?" Janus muttered.

"It's replacing Maleficent's magic," Logan said in quiet and awe filled voice.

Roman suddenly sat up, coughing slightly. He looked up at his friends, eyes wide. "Guys..?"

They all snapped their attention to him.

"ROMAN!" Virgil yelled, grinning as he tackled the prince into a tight hug.

"Virgil you're killing me!-" Roman yelped out.

"Sorry!"

Remus smiled softly, filled with relief.

"Holy shit, that uh..was intense. I actually never wanna watch a Disney movie ever again," Roman said, getting up.

"I'm glad you're okay.." Virgil smiled.

"I do need to tell you guys what happened while I was out though.."

"What happened?" Janus asked with a frown.

Roman takes a deep breath, rubbing his temples. "Well, the Dream Keeper visited me I guess in my dreams?? He was trying to make me give up my role as Creativity... When I denied him, he said he'd keep the curse within me. He said I'd wake up, but I could easily fall asleep again and not wake up.."

Virgil locked eyes with Roman. "We'll cross that bridge once we get to it, okay? For now, we need to figure out how to leave..."

"Well, there's the portal," Patton said softly, pointing to the portal that had just appeared.

"Well that's convenient," Roman said, walking over to it. He looked at the others.

"Well...to the next story."

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Taglist: @samders-sides @thegirlthatdoesntofficiallyexist

Prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

[whorekneecentral]

i am hereby sending in a virgil van dijk request....

reader being a little brat: she insists on coming to fb practice with him which obviously takes hours and all she does is tease him from where she's sitting (on the bleachers of whatever idk). and obviously that shit kinda pisses him off ya know so when the two of them get home he like throws her over his shoulder (my man is hUGE OKAY and i live for a size kink hehe) and shows her her place 😫😫

feel like that's a very detailed request so sorry if it's too much. im sure whatever u write will be wonderful as always xoxo

- ney anon

I'm kissing you rn -- also even better if you're flirting (jokingly of course) with one of his teammates

"Oh come on," you grabbed your husband's hand, pulling his attention from his phone to you. "Let me come with you," you stood in front of him while he sat on the couch. "I promise I'll be good."

Virgil laughs, giving you a tug and pulling you closer to him. He lets go of your hand, his hand coming up to pinch your chin softly. "You've never good."

You fake a gasp, hand on your chest. "Soooo not true, your standards are just too high."

"Yeah okay," he smiles, "go on then, I'm leaving 10 and I'm not waiting."

You bite the inside of your cheek, knowing you've won for now. You give him a kiss on the cheek before heading to the bedroom to get dressed. Virgil had his work cut out for him; you never joined him unless you were up to something.

He shouts for you from the bottom of the staircase, telling you he was leaving and you come down a moment later, your little black leggings and his shirt hanging off your shoulders. The two head out for the day and the moment you arrive, you're welcomed by the guys and they all want to show you around because Virgil never brings you around unless they're having a home game.

Virgil, of course, lets you go off with whoever you pleased, telling you he'll see you during practice. You and Ox end up walking around for a bit, he made you laugh so hard your stomach was hurting.

Eventually, he had to join the guys for practice and you sat on the bleachers, watching as they ran through the first couple of drills. Virgil smiles at you when he sees you and you blow him a kiss.

You were there for a while, your attention on your phone before you feel someone nudge your knee. You look up and see Trent sitting in front of you, turned to face you.

"Hey," you smile. "Boring isn't it?" He asks and you shrug, "I don't mind it, you guys are good."

"Still boring," he says and makes you laugh. Your smile isn't something your husband missed. His eyes fixed on you and Trent, his teammate's hand touching your leg, friendly of course, you and Trent were nothing more than friends but Virgil didn't see it that way.

"Trent!" He shouts from the field, "we're practicing, not chatting. Sub in for me." He tells him, walking over to you two. Trent gives Virgil a look but gets up nonetheless, he says bye to you and walks off before Virgil gets over there.

Your husband grabs your hand, pulling you up and you follow him down to the tunnel. He picks you up, letting you hang over his shoulders and you were confused.

"Virg! Put me down!" You smack his back but he doesn't, instead he keeps walking until he gets to the locker room which was empty aside from the two of you.

Finally the man puts you down and you look at him. "What the hell was that?"

Virgil holds your jaw between his thumb and index finger, "you're mine."

It clicks why he's dragged you off, "oh." You giggled, "are you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous?"

"Why would you drag me off?"

He rolls his eyes, pulling you against him. He leans down and kisses you, eventually the two of you shift around until he's sitting down and you're on his lap, straddling him.

"How much time do we have before practice is over?" You ask, kissing down his neck. Virgil pulls you back a bit, "we're not fucking in the locker room."

You roll your eyes, "you're so boring, maybe I'll ask Trent." You get off his lap and he grabs your hand and pulls you back, "hurry up then.

He's got you on his lap again, your leggings tossed on the floor, his shorts pulled down just enough and your hands on his shoulders, balancing yourself as you sink down onto him.

"God," you sigh, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

"Not exactly." He smiles, pulling you up for a kiss.

[thebestworstidea]

"Hey Virge."

Virgil looked up from what he was doing. Normally, he wouldn't stop working to talk to anyone when he was on the clock- he took his work seriously.

But he was writing a pop-song, and it was driving him nuts.

He'd been given a phrase and a feeling and was trying to turn it into something worth hearing, while adhering to the bubbly pop psudo punk the client was going for.

Also it was Thomas, and the ghost had been a bit drifty lately, making conversation less frequent.

"Sup." He answered.

"I was wondering." Thomas did that thing he did where he wans't fully visible, but gave the impression he was perching on something- in this case, the edge of Virgil's dresser. "You're an excellent musician, and I've seen you writing all sorts of songs, and mixing music and everything."

"Thanks." Virgil said a little awkwardly. He knew he was pretty good, but it was still weird to hear it, even though that's mostly where he made his money.

"And you said you played in bands back when you lived in the city when someone bugged out."

"Played with this one band almost a year before they found a bassist that didn't suck. I was on their debut album." he agreed.

"How come you never had a band of your own?"

Virgil snorted, but suppressed actual laughter.

"Well first off- I am not front-man material. In the least."

"I suppose that you don't really like being stared at."

"Yes, that too. But that's not why."

Thomas tipped his head (just a bit too far making him look more like a cartoon of a person than a person) and raised his eyebrows. Virgil smiled without thinking, even if it was a little weird. Thomas had started doing things like that shortly after he started manifesting visually. Logan thought it had something to do with how he thought of himself, and one of the first things they'd learned about Thomas was that he really loved cartoons. So if he pictured himself as a cartoon version of himself, his visible form would reflect that.

Virgil wondered if, given time, Thomas might start looking entirely like a cartoon, as he forgot more about himself as a living person.

"One second." He sent a text out. He was pretty sure that Logan and Roman had gone to a museum to be snarky about an exhibit, but Patton was probably in the house. "Alright, if you really want to know, I can show you."

"Please, you have more musical talent in one tooth than I had in my whole body, and I did a lot of singing."

"Uh-huh." Virgil looked at the ghost skeptically. He went over to the door, opened it and called down stairs. "Hey Patton, I'm going to sing."

There was a faint strained whine and then a faint

"Have fun!" followed by a door closing.

"You can do it!" Roman called, a little closer. "I believe in you."

"Oh fuck off." Virgil retorted, and Roman laughed.

Thomas snorted, shifting in place and folding his arms.

"Now you're just being theatrical."

Virgil smiled sarcastically and hummed under his breath. Then he started singing

For a few moments Thomas felt justified. But then- it was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on why but it was wrong. Technically the melody and the tune were there, and he was hitting the notes. But it echoed and it warped and it just sounded wrong, like someone was purposefully playing with sliders on a mixing board.

Outside, Patton started howling, sounding a little hurt himself. Virgil stopped, coughed, and put his hand over his mouth looking a bit embarrassed. There were a few more baying howls, and then an apologetic sounding bark.

"It used to be I just was a little flat, you know? I know how music works." His voice sounded rough. "but not really vocalist quality. But then uh." He looked even more embarrassed. "Something happened, and now my voice does that when I sing. I don't mind that-" Virgil hastened to add. "Since I don't have to sing to play instruments or even write or mix music. But it sounds worse recorded, believe it or not."

"Well." Thomas flickered a bit, and gave a lop sided smile. "There's always death metal."

"A favorite of ghosts everywhere." Virgil agreed, and Thomas laughed himself invisible.

[candied-peach]

ao3: “into the wells of silence” rating: T warnings: anxceitmus, ableism, internalized ableism, medical neglect, crying genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil’s not having a good day. His boyfriends intervene.

"I told you, I'm fine," Virgil snaps, one last time, as he exits the car, transferring into his new wheelchair awkwardly. His foot catches the foot plate and he nearly tumbles into the grass. The spot he hit throbs with pain. Great.

"Scare bear, you can tell us you're fine all you want, but we all know that's not true," Remus says, surprisingly serious. Janus nods in solemn agreement. Tears threaten to spill down Virgil's face, but he refuses to let them fall. Not while they're still outside.

"Inside," Janus murmurs in understanding. Virgil manages it up the ramp okay, but his arms burn and he feels utterly exhausted as Janus fumbles with the keys to open the door. It's not fair. It's been ten years. Ten years of being fobbed off. Ten years of having his issues blamed on anything and everything else. His mental health is a fun one. Ten years and it takes a hospital visit to open Pandora's vault and realize that oh hey! Maybe he hasn't been lying this whole time! Maybe- shockingly- it isn't anxiety!  Maybe- just maybe- the answer isn't go take a walk in the fucking sunshine!

Even before Virgil makes it over the threshold, tears blur his vision.

"Hey, Virge, can I push you the rest of the way?" Remus asks, waiting for a shaky affirmative before he does, helping Virgil into the house and to the bedroom. Their bed is big enough for all three of them, and Janus and Remus both stand by, just in case, as Virgil makes it onto the bed, collapsing amidst the pillows as tears soak his hair.

"I just-" Virgil's voice is wobbly. "I knew that something was wrong. But now- now I actually know what it is, and it's- it's awful. It's scary and it's awful and I don't- I'm not sure I want to know anymore." Fresh tears scald his cheeks as Janus and Remus gently wrap him up in their arms.

"It's better to know because now you have a treatment plan, but now you have a whole new round of challenges to deal with," Janus whispers. "And it's not fair, darling. I'm so sorry."

"Yeah," Virgil shakily agrees. "Like- like I'm glad I know what it is now, because now- now I can get some kind of help, but I- it's been ten years, Janus! Ten fucking years-" His voice wavers even more, becoming lost in his own sobs.

"I know, storm cloud, I know," Janus murmurs. Remus bear hugs him, just the way he likes, with just enough pressure to soothe him, but not enough to hurt. It's weird for Remus to be so quiet. Then again, Virgil's kind of relieved. He adores Remus the way he is, but he also knows that Remus's typical boisterousness would probably be a little too much right now, when it's so easy to overwhelm him. Remus is good at picking up on that.

"We're behind you in every way, babe," Remus says. "And if you need me to stuff a doctor's nipples down his nose, just say the word, and I'll look up his address." That surprises a watery giggle from Virgil, who should have been expecting it.

"Thank you," he says. "I know- I know it's a lot."

"It is," Janus admits. "But I can't imagine how much it is for you, sweetheart. We love you."

"We do!" Remus chimes in. Janus continues.

"We want you to be happy," Janus says, tucking a strand of purple-dyed hair behind Virgil's ear. "I want you to be taken care of, happy, and loved. And now that you know what's going on, we can work on that a little better."

"And Picani's there for the rest!" Remus exclaims. "So don't worry, scare bear. You're stuck with us!" Virgil smiles ruefully, one of the little worries in the back of his mind put to rest (at least for the time being).

"Thank you," Virgil says again. "I love you both so much."

"And we love you," Janus murmurs. He hesitates a moment, then continues. "I know that- they said there'd be a lot of grief. Let yourself mourn, okay? We'll be right there with you. I'll hold you when you cry, we can watch shitty horror movies together-"

"We can stalk your shitty former doctors-" Remus adds. Janus rolls his eyes fondly.

"No stalking," he says. "No illegal things."

"Fiiiine," Remus says, putting on an affected sulking expression, then winking at Virgil and making him laugh again.

"If you want us at your doctor's appointments, we'll come. If you don't want us there, that's fine, too," Janus continues.

"I do," Virgil blurts out. "Please," he adds. Janus's face softens.

"Always, storm cloud," he says. "You always have me."

"And me," Remus says. "Jokes about cannibalizing your ex doctors aside-"

"Wait, when did cannibalism get brought up?" Janus asks. Remus cheerfully ignores him.

"I love ya," Remus says. "And I'm here for ya. Always, Virge."

Virgil smiles, the tears in his eyes there for a whole new reason now.

"I love you," he says. "Stay with me? While I nap?"

"Of course," Janus promises. Remus nods, stretching out ostentatiously and adding a flamboyant yawn. Virgil smiles sleepily.

"Good," he says, and lets his eyes fall shut.

[tanushakyrano]

febuwhump day 5: "that's gonna scar."

starring my attempt at writing a hospital environment, with my only experience with medical stuff being greys anatomy and google search results!

characters: Gordon, Virgil

additional warnings: whump. they're in a hospital too but there's nothing graphic

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Gordon woke up feeling like he’d just been hit by a train.

Which, unfortunately, wasn’t far from the truth. High winds plus unsecured cargo containers equalled massive metal boxes careering across the deck of a transport ship during a storm, sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll until the wall had brought his impromptu flight to an abrupt end. His arm had snapped on impact. His head had thudded onto the deck, helmet failing to prevent him from sinking into unconsciousness for several minutes. The stabbing agony piercing his skull when he’d stumbled awake had made him wish he’d stayed unconscious.

Virgil had saved the day again. Of course he had. He’d sprinted across the deck to reach him in record time, kneeling at his side and supporting him as he tried to clamber to his feet. The two of them had limped back to Two, Virgil strapping him securely into the lift before heading straight back into the fray to get the last two trapped workers out before the entire ship went down.

They’d gone to the hospital. Gordon had tried to persuade his brother that no, it was fine, he could be treated on the island because they had a perfectly well-equipped medical bay plus a fully-trained doctor and several paramedics in the family so could they not go to the hospital, pretty please? But Virgil wasn’t having any of it. Which sucked, because Gordon hated hospitals.

The doctor had told him that the break was pretty bad. There was some internal bruising too, a good few cracked ribs from the impacts, but it was the sort that could only be fixed with rest and time. His head injury wasn’t too serious - they did a CT just to make sure there was no underlying brain damage - but he still had to go into surgery so they could piece the shattered bones in his forearm back together. Gordon just about managed to count down to four from ten before the anaesthesia kicked in and the operating room blurred around him into darkness.

Which led straight back into the getting-hit-by-a-train sensation.

His eyelids had never felt so heavy. It was like they’d been superglued shut; it was all he could do to prise them open a fraction. Overwhelmingly bright light splintered through his vision, and he gave up on opening his eyes as the sun sent waves of agony pulsing through his temple. There was that familiar sensation in his throat too, the hoarseness that came with the aftermath of intubation.

“Ow,” he croaked.

“Welcome back, squid,” a voice smiled from somewhere to his right. It took him a second to place its owner.

“Hey, Virg?” Gordon said hoarsely. “You got any water?”

He heard a chuckle. “Yeah, I can get you some water.” There was a pause, shuffling sounds filling the room as his brother moved around. “How are you feeling?”

Pretty fucking awful, if he was honest. There was a throbbing ache in his arm, snaking into his fingers too, and his head still felt like a fully-grown elephant had just sat on it. 

“Oh, you know, just peachy. That cargo container had nothing on me.” His voice was strained slightly, though, and he just knew Virgil would pick up on it. He always seemed to know the things Gordon refused to say out loud.

“Do you want me to ask the doctors to up your pain meds?”

“...Yeah.”

A hand on his shoulder. Gordon forced his eyes open properly. Virgil was there at his side, still in his iR blues, looking like he hadn’t slept in a while. But he was still smiling. “I pressed the call button, so the nurses should be here in a minute, and I’ve got you some water. You’re gonna have to sit up to drink it.”

Gordon nodded - immediately regretting it, because even that tiny movement was enough to send more daggers through his head - and shifted so he was more upright on the bed, Virgil slotting an extra pillow behind him to support his back and stop him straining too much. The water was difficult to swallow, but he took tiny sips, and it helped to soothe his throat a bit.

The nurse showed up a couple seconds later. “Everything alright?” he asked.

“I think most of Gordon’s meds have worn off,” Virgil informed him, “and the doctor said that Gordon could have more on request if he needed them when he woke up.” The nurse nodded. Gordon tried to ignore him as he moved around the room. The uniform was giving him the heebie-jeebies.

When he’d left again, Gordon turned back to Virgil. “How…” he tried, “how’d the surgery go?”

“Pretty good, considering how bad the break was,” Virgil replied. “They had to go in and reconstruct part of the skeletal structure.”

"I've got a bionic arm now?"

"Yeah, you could say that," Virgil chuckled lightly. "You're gonna have a scar, though. Sorry."

Gordon already had way too many of those. The hydrofoil accident had left him with a spiderweb of scars on his back, gnarled and thick where surgeons had sacrificed aesthetics for the extra few seconds they needed to save his life and his mobility. He'd gathered others, too, as part of International Rescue. They all had. Burns, operation scars, lacerations. They always served as a reminder of some of the lowest points of their lives.

Then again, they also reminded him of the good. The people who got to see another day because of the sacrifices they all made on the job. Where there was now scar tissue, there had once been an open wound. Each and every one on his body was a reminder of life, not death, and every time he looked at himself in the mirror Gordon reminded himself that his scars were not just painful reminders of what he'd been through but proof that he'd been through that and lived. That other people got to live too.

"It's cool, Virg," Gordon said. The meds were starting to kick in; he grinned goofily, tipping his head back onto the pillow. "It'll make me look badass."