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almostkoo · 4 years

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How to Enjoy Your Summer and Mend a Relationship In Two Weeks

pairing: namjoon/reader word count: 7.5k

summary: 80′s!au,enemies to lovers! au, oc is a counselor at a summer camp, they don’t really like Namjoon, their friendship is a work in progress.

warnings: since it’s a 80′s au I did not go easy on the slang at all, apparently crop tops were a thing for guys so I took liberty with that one ;), namjoon and oc gets extremely petty with each other through this, namjoon’s a rich boy, oc roasts him for that a little.sorry for any grammatical errors, enjoy!!

Summertime was perhaps without a doubt your favorite season. The air was thick and muggy as you stepped off the bus arriving at Oakpark Sleepaway Camp. Your hiking boots crunching against the dirt as the children ran around full of energy. Your hair already clung to the back of your neck with sweat, running your hands through your hair you gathered it and pulled it back, holding it back with a scrunchie. Oakpark Sleepaway Camp held a very special place in your heart as you had been attending the camp since you were eight. Begging your parents to finally let you venture off to the camp many of your classmates had come back some summer vacation bragging about how much fun Oakpark was.

Fear of missing out was a bitch you suppose.

Over the past three summers since you had become a counselor at Oakpark, now here you were at your fourth and final summer before your freshman year of college. You bonded easily with the children and a lot of them clung to you. The familiar faces grouped around you, everyone happy to see the friends they made the summer prior. In the middle of the crowd stood a lone boy, big, wide doe eyes scanning the people around him as he clutched tightly on the straps of his Transformers duffle bag. Seeing your small pal from last summer you called out to him. “Jungkook!” You called out. He jumped at the sound of his name but his face quickly broke out into a smile and he called out your name before running to you and wrapping you in a tight hug.

“How has your year been buddy, it’s been awhile since I saw you!” You said gleefully.

“Well 5th grade wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I learned about the water cycle” he shrugged “how was your graduation?”

“Well about as good as any graduation could be at least I made it out unscathed.” you said, throwing an arm over your face for dramatic effect which earned a laugh from Jungkook.

“I can’t wait to graduate. I'm absolutely over school.”

“Well it could always be worse you could be-“

Suddenly a loud, obnoxious laugh cut you off from not too far away behind you. Immediately you knew who the boisterous laugh belonged to. You turned around slightly glancing over your shoulder to sneak a glance. There he stood the very bane of your existence — Kim Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon had been annoying you ever since you were eleven. When he started attending the camp yearly after he moved and switched school districts, attending the very prestigious private school Landis Academy. The summer he strolled onto Oakpark’s campsite the whole air about the place changed. Something about the way he carried himself screamed arrogance and you couldn’t stand it. Everyone didn’t see it but you saw right through his facade as soon as you saw his crispy white Nikes hit the ground, decked in head to toe name brands clothes you couldn’t even afford a pair of socks from. He came in high and mighty ruining every summer since. Yet the children loved him and the adults at the camp adored him and his smile that with deep dimples to compliment it . Who gave him the right? You snapped out of your train of thought when Jungkook dashed past you running to Namjoon to hear about whatever had the children crowding around him enthralled. Probably talking about physics to make himself look even smarter than he already is in front of the kids. I can’t believe he got Jungkook to flock over to him. You thought to yourself. The camp leader rounded everyone together with the sound of her whistle. The older lady Mrs. Bradshaw who ran the camp was decked in her all beige camping outfit with a big smile on her face. She greeted the campers, counselors and staff. As you stood there zoning out on what Mrs. Bradshaw was talking about you suddenly felt a presence looming behind you. With a scoff you acknowledged the nuisance behind you.

“What do you want Namjoon?” You whispered annoyed trying not to draw attention to the two of you. “Just wanted to ask how your year went.” he asked. You could hear the insincerity laced in his words. “Gag me with a spoon. You do not care at all how my year went. If anything you probably sought me out to brag about what college you got accepted to, you pest.” “Not even. I genuinely wanted to know.” You glanced over at Namjoon and to your dismay he had his attention directly on you. You noticed he had his hair styled different not that you paid him any attention the past few summers he had let his hair grow a little longer sporting a mullet. You couldn’t help but scoff at the expensive Ray Bans perched in his bleach blonde locks. “It was fine. I hoped for once you would take summer off and not show up but I guess we can’t always get what we want.” “What makes you think I wanted to see you either. Here I am trying to be the bigger person and approach you first to start anew as we go into adulthood but I guess we can’t always get what we want.” He said, repeating your last sentence back to you. “Oh God, don’t have a cow Namjoon, you are not that into the idea of us being all chummy with each other.” “You wouldn’t know, dweeb,” he sneered. You rolled your eyes turning your attention back to the front where Mrs. Bradshaw was wrapping up her speech to everyone. She was about to announce the small groups of campers every counselor was responsible for and what side of the camp they would be on. The piece of land Oakpark resided on was essentially an island with water in the middle separating the two sides, Northwood and Southwood. You zoned back in right as Mrs. Brunswick was ending her list.

She announced you would be in charge of the Butterfly Tribe with Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi. She turned to Namjoon, not hiding the favoritism in her voice as she announced him and the Chipmunk Tribe leader with Jimin,Taehyung and Jungkook. Karma couldn’t be more in your favor. The summer prior all six of the named children had attended. Your group was pretty mellow with the exception of Hoseok who was just a walking ray of sunshine and could seemingly never run out of energy. Namjoon’s group on the other hand. Jimin and Taehyung got paired together last summer. The two were a pair of troublemakers to the highest degree. How they managed to get paired together was beyond you. They weren’t in your group and that’s all you had to worry about. But the fact that they were in Namjoon’s group. These next two weeks were going to be very interesting. 💨 The first week of camp hadn’t been so bad. So far it had been the usual. Questionable food (besides the apple pie served for dessert). Relay races and arts and crafts. Somehow within a week you and Namjoon had found a way to put your respective groups of children against each other. Your group had proven successful in many of the camps activities. Although something must’ve happened because on Thursday, Jungkook had completely dusted your team in the relay race. You sat around the other counselors at dinner chatting about everything under the sun. The downside of being away from home was the fact that many of you all were missing your weekly programs. You weren’t too upset you had brought your Walkman to pass by the time. Between the energetic kiddos and Namjoon driving you up a wall Madonna was gonna keep you sane until you returned home. In the middle of picking up a forkful of meatloaf. The lights flickered out eliciting a outbreak of screams from the kids. Quickly the adults grabbed lanterns and huge flashlights as they browsed everyone in attendance doing a headcount. Afterwards Mrs. Bradshaw spoke into a megaphone to grab everyone's attention. “Okay everyone. The lights are out on both sides of the camp, to be safe we’re gonna have all of the campers and counselors sleep in the mess hall tonight. Just in case the lights don’t come back on in the middle of the night it would be safer to have everyone in one spot. We’re gonna have everyone move in groups of eight. Two counselors and six campers. So everyone can grab their sleeping bags and toiletries they might need through the rest of the evening.” Fuck. You thought. Hopefully I’ll get paired up with one of the girls.

Dread fell on your shoulders when you heard yours and Namjoons names called together. “You both have all boys in your groups right?” she practically screamed into the already loud megaphone. You blanked, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. “Yeah! Do you want us to take our campers to the cabins?” He called back to her. You looked across the mess hall to where one of the staff was holding a flashlight, illuminating Namjoon’s face. You glared at him and you saw him smiling. “Barf me out the universe has it out for me.” you mumbled under your breath. The sudden glare from the flashlight caught you off guard making you flinch. “Is that okay with you?” Mrs. Bradshaw asked. “Radical! Thanks for the suggestion!” You tried to make the cringe expression on your face look less like a grimace and more like a true smile. “Great tubular,” she said, earning groans from the youth in the mess hall. “Gather your campers and come to the front to get a lantern.” You groaned quietly, looping your legs out from under the bench. You made your way to the front where you met up with Namjoon. Mrs. Bradshaw held out a single lantern. “We have to split the lanterns so you two have to decide which one of you want to carry it.” “I’ll carry it.” You and Namjoon said in unison. Both of your heads snapped to each other as you slightly glared at each other. “I’ll rock, paper, scissors you for it.” Namjoon smugly, offered. “No I said I’ll carry it.” you sneered. Gently grabbing the lantern from Mrs. Bradshaw’s grasp. Surprisingly Namjoon didn’t put up a fight. You let out a whistle calling you campers to you as Namjoon gathered together his campers too as you both left the mess hall. 💨 You and Namjoon started the trek to the boys cabin. Thankfully both groups were on the Northwood side. Both of you stood in the doorway waiting for the boys to gather their sleeping bags and to change into their pajamas. You looked out at the lake that was crystal clear. Sighing you felt your face scrunch up as you swatted away what had to be the 20th mosquito that evening. Namjoon let out a soft chuckle, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What’s so funny? You wouldn’t like it if mosquitoes were flocking towards you either.” You said, irritated.

“I’m honestly surprised they’re around you in the first place I thought they tended to fly around sweeter scents; if being bitter was a scent you’d probably radiate it.” He spat.

“Bag it. I don’t even know why I address your presence in the first place, twerp.” You moved out of the doorway, desperate to move as far away from Namjoon’s bothersome self. You went to take a step attempting to dodge a mud pile in front of you, underestimating the leap you took, you felt the grip of your Keds give and right as you anticipated the fall a pair of strong arms came from behind you wrapping themselves under yours pulling you back away from the mud. Quickly you pushed yourself back off of Namjoon when you got your footing. “Jeez I can’t even get a thank you from saving you from wiping out? I could’ve totally let you slip and walk around with a muddy ass.” You hesitated on the apology. Thinking to yourself you knew if your grandmother was here she would’ve whacked you for not showing common decency in the first place.

“Thanks, Namjoon.” The apology came out through a struggle between your gritted teeth. You looked at Namjoon who stood back in his original spot, leaning on the doorframe. “See that wasn’t so hard. See now I’m gonna help you out and attempt to show you how manners work. Watch this,” he held his hand up underneath his mouth. “No problem.” He smiled big making his deep dimples show themselves. It was a crime such beautiful features had to be on him with that personality inside. The universe sure had an interesting way of doing things.

Quickly the kids came out of the cabin dressed in their pajamas various assorted characters displayed on them. Next you all made your way to the counselors cabins to grab your belongings. You grabbed your sleeping bag and pajamas, opting to change when everyone made it back to the mess hall so everyone wouldn’t be waiting any longer as the sun started going down. Namjoon and the boys stood outside with their belongings waiting . As soon as the boys laid eyes on your sleeping bag they erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Alright dweebs, knock it off its not that funny.” you scoffed, placing a hand on your hip. As the laughter continued. The only one who remained with a straight face was Jungkook and Namjoon.

“Ew is that Care Bears? You’re going to college? With that colorful, glittery mess?” Taehyung asked, in between breaths as he laughed. Your shoulders slumped as you sighed again throwing your head back. You couldn’t believe you were about to be obliterated by a 7th grader.

“Care Bears are better than those grody Thundercats you have all plastered on your pajamas.” You shot back at the boy.

“Take it back! Thundercats are cool!” Jimin said, coming to his friend's defense.

“Alright that’s enough. Thundercats are trash. Let’s head back to the mess hall.” Namjoon said, turning on his heels as he adjusted his sleeping bag securely under his arms. You felt a small grin spread on your face, you were shocked that Namjoon came to your defense but decided not to sweat it. It’s not a big deal. You told yourself.

💨 Back at the mess hall you returned from the bathroom, decked in your older brothers G.I Joe shirt and a pair of shorts. Many of the children were playing around the mess hall. Some playing board games and others talking amongst themselves.

You looked around to find somewhere to lay your sleeping bag down at. Everyones was lined around the wall of the mess hall. As you scanned around the hall there was only a spot between the two of the boys and one by a black sleeping bag laid out haphazardly by the wall and the corner of the wall. Weighing the options you figured that sleeping in between two of the boys would have been worse than sleeping in the corner by the random owner of the bag. You’d be damned if you had to spend the night between boys cracking fart jokes and talking about God knows what gross little boys talk about. Walking over to the bag, you scooted it over a little to lay out your beloved beat up Care Bears sleeping bag. Laying on top of it you grabbed your Walkman and fished through your bag you brought from under your bunk to pull out your mixtape one of your best friends made for you before you left, adjusting your headphones over your head. You grabbed one of the murder mystery novels you packed letting your music play as you leaned against the wall curling up as comfortably as possible you closed out the outside world to dive into the book.

Right when the story was starting to pick up you felt something nudge against your arm. You pulled one of cuffs back away from your ears you looked up at the source and almost choked on your own spit. The source of the nudging came from Namjoon who stood above you dressed in a cropped short sleeved jersey and a pair of plaid pajama pants. He held a book as to his side as he peered down at you with a puzzled expression on his face. “Can I help you?” you sneered.

“Umh, may I ask as to why you’re in my spot?” Namjoon asked. You jumped , smacking your head not so softly against the wall, headphones falling off your head in the process. Namjoon flinched back at the sound of your head against the wood.

“Your spot? I don’t see a placeholder with Kim Namjoon on it anywhere.” you frowned.

“Is your head okay?” he asked, reaching for you slightly.

“ My head is fine. Look if you think I’m going to give up this cozy spot by the wall you are for sure mistaken.”

“I’m not about to childishly argue with you over the spot. If I wanted to I’d wait for you to fall asleep first and slide you across the floor away from it.” “You wouldn’t.” You challenged him. Namjoon said something that you couldn’t make out. You had given him the once over and from where he stood and where you sat on the ground you could see almost straight up his top giving you a perfect view at his toned stomach, your mind went blank for a brief moment until you felt another nudge against your arm. Namjoon smiled down at you.

“See something you like?” He asked, as he lifted his arms over his head stretching dramatically causing his shirt to rise up even higher. You quickly turned away from him, knowing he was trying to bait you.

“Gag me with a spoon, nobody wants to look at you.” you rolled your eyes at him. He sat down on his sleeping bag next to you.

“Can’t you go sleep outside the bathroom? Do you have to sleep right here?” you questioned.

“Is there a window by the bathroom? No I didn’t think so.” You rolled your eyes at his statement. “What does it matter for? It’s not even that hot outside plus you’re half dressed anyways.” You gestured at the jersey he wore.

“It is 88 degrees right now just be lucky I didn’t put on a pair of shorts. I saw how you were looking at me last Thursday when we all played Marco Polo in the lake.” You felt a warm wave quickly come over you.

You felt embarrassed that Namjoon had noticed you in the first place watching him. While you had opted to stay with Yoongi who was adamant that alligators housed the waters over by the tire swings, your eyes couldn’t help to fall on Namjoon multiple times in that afternoon. He donned striped neon lime swim trunks. The color complimented his golden complexion and the trunks themselves showcased his thick, firm legs and had you going slack jawed many times throughout the day. It wasn’t your fault Namjoon just so happened to be as handsome as he was with such a shitty personality.

Even though you attempted to be quick enough to not catch his eyes it appeared you weren’t. “Sit on it. Like I said earlier, nobody is looking at you all like that. Don’t be so full of yourself loser nerd.” you scoffed, deflecting his previous statement.

“If I’m a loser nerd you are too, because here we are two loser nerds both reading a book in the middle of the summer.” Namjoon picked up his book, reaching into the pocket of his pajamas he pulled out a pair of thick lensed glasses. He put them on, flipping through the book to find where he left off at.

“See now you’re definitely a nerd. Look at your pop bottle glasses. I would’ve said they were for style but based on the lenses I think you’d actually need them.” you chuckled. Namjoon’s shoulders slumped as he let out a sigh. He turned in your, the bridge of his glasses slid down to the tip of his nose as he looked over the rim at you.

“What’s your damage?” He asked. You could hear his words dripping with irritation.

“My damage?” You asked, you sat up off the wall facing him. “When you first came to this camp you walked in all stuck up like you owned the place. You thumbed your nose at me from the moment you saw me. Why would I ever like someone like you?” Namjoon opened his mouth to defend himself, when you cut him off again.

“Then to make matters worse I didn’t even speak to you. I didn’t acknowledge you. You put crickets in my bunk one summer and the next summer you trashed my paper mache lantern. I was going to give that to my grandmother when I got back home and I couldn’t thank you very much.” You tried, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

When you first saw Namjoon all those summers ago. Yes, you would admit that you did have a crush on him. He was probably the first crush you had on another person since being exposed to the public. Between all the relationships you had at school for some odd reason your mind would always trail back to Namjoon. But when he started all the pranks it kind of faded away. You didn’t really know what you had done to get him to dislike you the way he did but you knew it bothered you to the core. “I never hated you,” he confirmed. Confusion quickly spread across your features as you finally pulled the headphones off your head.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Explain what all that bullshit was these past summers, quickly.”

“I don’t hate you. I never did. I—“ he sighed. “I was younger and I liked you, okay? I admired you. I thought you were cute. Given that I didn’t do my best to say that. I didn’t know at first it was the feeling I felt for you and by the time I realized what it was I had dug myself into a hole too deep. I felt like you would have never liked me at this point and I had to keep it going.” He admitted. Your eyes darted around the room looking at anything that wasn’t Namjoon. You didn’t know how to process the thoughts racing around your mind. Were you mad? Yes, but even more confused. The paper mache lantern had really pissed you off when it happened and even though you made another one it still wasn’t as good as the first one which really bummed you out. Namjoon softly called out your name. You looked back at him. He fiddled with his glasses that now laid in his hands. “I really fucking loved that lantern you know.” You attempted to crack a joke. You could tell Namjoon wasn’t sure if he should laugh back or not.

“I am so sorry for that.”

“No no it’s okay. I mean don’t get me wrong the first one was purple and my grandmother's favorite color is purple and I had to give her a green one but that’s neither here nor there. Why did you do all that stuff? Why not just say you had a crush on me?” Namjoon’s eyes bucked in shock.

“Be honest would you have talked to me?”

You opened your mouth hesitating before you spoke. “I mean.” You let your words trailed off. “Exactly my point.”

“Aren’t you like smart enough to know a lot of people don’t like when people pick on them trying to ‘express’ their feelings for others. It’s the 80’s people hate that now. Maybe our parents would have liked that.” You said, pulling on a loose string of your shirt. Namjoon softly called your name. When you looked at him he was looking down at his hands again. “You can’t just treat anyone how you want and expect them to come around when you call yourself having an epiphany.” you sighed. There was a lot to think about. In the entirety of the time you knew Kim Namjoon he had been nothing but a jerk and that’s years of knowing someone it’s a lot to erase about someone.

“ I can’t stress this enough I am so sorry and I know that years of us going back and forth can’t be erased but maybe if you give me a chance maybe we can start anew?” Namjoon reached out to hold your hand. You looked at your hands intertwined and then up at his eyes. Dark, amber eyes peered into yours. Pleading for a you to take a gamble. You slowly pulled your hand out of Namjoon’s grip, his full lips forming a soft frown.

“I don’t know Namjoon. I’d have to think about it.” you replied to him. He let out a sigh, seemingly not out of frustration but something else you couldn’t read.

“I understand. If I was in your shoes I most likely wouldn’t have been able to make a decision on the fly like that either. I probably shouldn’t have even brought it up.” You wanted to attempt to console Namjoon, who in the whole time you had known him you’d never seen him like this. Sad and possibly heartbroken. Your feelings were all over the place. You felt like someone had thrown all of your emotions into a pan like ingredients ready to be scrambled like Sunday breakfast.

“I’ll let you know how I’m feeling when I find out myself.” you wrapped your headphones around your Walkman and closed your book up. You laid back down on top of your sleeping bag. Staring at the wall you let your thoughts all hit you fully at once. There was a huge chance that you weren’t getting any sleep tonight after Namjoon’s confession. 💨

You woke up to someone tapping your shoulder. Your eyes opened as you checked your surroundings, forgetting about the power outage from the night before. Namjoon kneeled in front of you.

“Good morning, breakfast started being served. I didn’t want you to miss it.” he said.

“Uh thanks?” you yawned, your answer coming off more like a question. You slowly sat up rubbing at your eyes. You stood up gathering your belongings together. Namjoon cleared his throat from behind you. You turned around giving him your attention, with a puzzled expression.

“I was- umh wondering maybe- umh did you want to sit with me while we eat?” he asked. Anxiousness rolled off of him in waves. His posture was slightly slumped, as he picked at the hem of his jersey, eyes examining the wood floors. You gave it a quick thought. “I mean.” you dragged. Namjoon instantly perked up.

“I don’t want to pressure you-”

“No it’s okay I don’t feel pressured. I’ll eat breakfast with you.” Namjoon’s face contorted into a grin.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say yes” you heard him say quickly under his breath. “Okay.” you two stood there for a second as the goofy grin on Namjoon’s face didn’t budge.

“So are we gonna get our plates or?” you asked. “Oh! Right, right. Let’s go then.” he turned, heading towards the food line.You two made your plates. You settled for a light breakfast. You and Namjoon sat down at the end of one of the long picnic table benches that lined the mess hall. You slowly toyed around with the assorted fruits in the foam bowl in front of you. No conversation took place between the two of you for at least five minutes. “Guess you aren’t good at starting a conversation with someone if you aren’t being a jerk huh?” you said, taking a bite out of cantaloupe. Namjoon opened his mouth to defend himself.

“No it’s just-”

“Namjoon I’m just fucking with you. I see the electricity still hasn't come back on.” you took into account the ceiling fans in the hall that usually by now would have been running, cooling down the humid place. “Yeah it’s kinda warm in here I probably should’ve slept in shorts. I’m starting to regret it.”

“Do you know what Mrs. Bradshaw has planned for today?I know it was supposed to be movie day.” “I think a dodgeball game.” Namjoon let out a breath, he moved his Cheerios around with his spoon.

“Dodgeball? With children? Not maybe volleyball or something. Wouldn’t that be less dangerous?”

“Isn’t volleyball slightly more dangerous?”

“I knew a girl that got her arm broken while playing dodgeball.”

“Didn’t you play volleyball in high school? If we do end up playing I’m asking Mrs. Bradshaw to make you sit on the sidelines. It’s not fair to have a seasoned veteran playing against us amateurs.” Namjoon laughed. You tilted your head to the side in confusion as you looked at him.

“How did you know I played volleyball?” “You wore your volleyball shirt last summer I’m assuming it was yours. Plus Scoville played against my school this season.” he revealed. “I didn’t know we played Landis.” you said. Namjoon replicated the expression you gave him. “Question? How did you know I went to Landis?”

“I-”

Namjoon laughed at you. “Creeper.”

“No” you replied, firmly. “As prestigious as Landis is I would expect a Einstein such as yourself to go there. Couldn’t have us commoners rubbing off on the elite.” you joked.

“Einstein? I wouldn’t call myself all that.” he said, you could see a subtle blush creeping on his cheeks.

“We’re starting anew right? Accept the compliment.” you smiled and Namjoon mirrored you. 💨

Everyone stood in the gym. It was currently halfway through round two of dodgeball. You sat on the lowest level of the wooden bleachers talking with one of the other counselors, Sam, who had gotten out both times almost as quick as the rounds had started.

Surprisingly Namjoon hadn’t gotten out in this round. The first round he had only gotten out because Jimin had thrown the ball at him and even though it hadn’t quite hit him. It rolled along the floor until it got stopped by the tip of Namjoon’s shoes. Jimin got too excited that he technically had gotten one of the counselors out that Namjoon didn’t really have the heart to tell him it wasn’t an actual out. So he took it in silence, trudging along to the spot next to you on the bleachers to keep you company.

Although you sat on the sidelines. The game was mildly interesting from some of the children who had a mean throw and the counselors mixed in who were playing hard with each other. You didn’t also mind the view that got provided with the game. Namjoon, who opted to wear a blue muscle tank and jean shorts. You allowed yourself to indulge in the sight you got. His biceps flexed as he cocked his arm back to throw the bright red rubber ball. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. Which Sam on the side of you had definitely noticed.

“So you’re finally admitting that Kim Namjoon is attractive?” Sam asked you. The question caught you off guard.

“I haven’t even said anything about him.” you said, bashfully.

“I see the way you’ve been watching him out on the court. What type of front are you putting up?” Sam shook her head at you. You went to plead your case. When Sam started talking again.

“Then when he got out he came straight over to you. You were practically drooling over him. I bet you can’t even tell me what half of the conversation was about. Could you?”

To be quite honest, you probably couldn’t tell Sam what half of the conversation was about. Maybe it might’ve been about a- yeah you didn’t know what the conversation was about. You had found yourself multiple times while Namjoon was talking getting lost staring at him. For a few sentences you would give him eye contact then you looked at his nose fighting back a mean urge to take your index finger and boop it and anything he smiled and his dimples played peekaboo you found yourself sneaking glances. God forbid you looked down while he spoke,

Namjoon, while he was out for some reason didn’t sit on the bleachers like Sam did for instance, sitting upright. He leaned back like you did, getting comfortable while he rested. His thighs spread slightly as he chatted away to you. You had however snuck the quickest look in the world downwards when he adjusted his seating position, Your mind went absolutely TV static blank and your lips parted as you drew a quick breath. You had to straighten up quickly as you got a little worried if Namjoon noticed you checking him out he might’ve fallen into his old ways and teased you. “He was talking about- birds?” you asked Sam.

“Fuck no. He was talking about his graduation. Oh my God you are the worst.”

You leaned forward. “Are you serious? He wasn’t talking about birds? I heard something about a bird.”

“No” Sam giggled.”I can’t even get mad at you. Kim Namjoon is a total babe.” You heard the whistle blow signaling that someone was out again. You looked up to see who was out. This is what I get for talking him up. You thought to yourself. Namjoon strolled over in your direction with a big smile on his face. Who would be happy to be out of dodgeball? He sat on the side of you in the same cursed position. “So as I was saying then as I was giving my speech. One of the parents in the crowd lost it.” His words trailed off as you looked past him at Sam who was shaking her head at you. 💨

One by one the kids had gotten kicked out of the game. Until it was just counselors left. Then suddenly the worst case scenario could have happened as the last kid walked off the court. One of the counselors, a loud mouthed sixteen year old named Tony had suggested one of the most trash ideas in history.

“Mrs. Bradshaw! We should have the counselors play against each other !” he yelled. Before Mrs. Bradshaw could answer the question the kids erupted in cheers rooting for the idea. Mrs. Bradshaw looked at the rowdy children.

It’s not like you didn’t want to play dodgeball. But at least when the children were playing too. The ball got thrown softer because one there was a chance that one of the kids were throwing the ball which meant it wasn’t getting thrown hard and if a kid wasn’t throwing the ball it meant a counselor was throwing and they couldn’t throw the ball but so hard because of the kids. But now it was all fair game and you really didn’t want to get bruised.

“Well the children seem to like the idea. How about it?” she asked. The counselors really didn’t have an option. It’s not like Mrs. Bradshaw abused her power but.. she only asked to be decent. The counselors that were out got up off their various spots on the bleachers.

“Wait? Who’s gonna throw?” Tony asked. Fuck this kid. You thought as you zoned out to make your way to the wall. You heard Mrs. Bradshaw call your name.

“Huh?” you called.

“Namjoon suggested you throw since you played volleyball! You must be a good throw.” she said, cheerfully.

Fuck this kid. You thought again. Namjoon ran to you with the ball in his hands.

“Go get em tiger.” he said, lowering his voice. He handed you the ball, he jogged over to a spot against the wall. You felt your face heat up a little. You were a softie for words of encouragement. You tossed the ball in your hands. First to do was to get this little fucker Tony out for suggesting the idea in the first place. You cocked your arm getting ready to throw the ball in his direction. As soon as the ball left your hand he dashed away the ball smacked against the wall hard.

It went like that back and forth for a while. Four people had gotten out so far. The fourth, Sam who you genuinely wasn’t trying to get out she just so happens to be on the side of Tony when the ball bounced off the wall and hit her arm. You mouthed her an apology that she brushed off with a smile, she was probably happy to sit down in all honesty.

Tony rolled the ball back down the court to you and if you didn’t know better you would have assumed he was doing it mocking you. Knowing that you were trying to get him out. If this was volleyball instead you probably would have just said screw it and spiked the ball at his face. You rolled the ball around in your hands. You heard kids off on the bleachers cheering for you. It put a smile on your face. You looked to where Tony stood, he was on the side of Namjoon .When you locked eyes with Namjoon, he smiled and winked at you. You had to focus. This could be the throw that finally got Tony’s punk ass out,then you could finally stop seeing that shit eating grin leave his face. You took a deep breath. You swung your arm back, throwing it forward you released it propelling it. You closed your eyes before you could see it make it contact. But when you heard the sound of the ball smack against flesh you knew you hit him. A loud “Oh fuck” went through the gym, followed by a wave of gasps.

Wait, that didn’t sound like Tony. You expected to be met with the sight of Tony clutching his arm in pain but instead you saw Namjoon hunched over holding his face. You saw blood dripping through his fingers. Guilt hit you like a runaway train. Even Tony looked shocked. You ran over to Namjoon, frantically apologizing.

“Take him to the infirmary.” Mrs. Bradshaw called from the other side.

“Namjoon, you gotta stand up and tilt your head back for me.” you said, rubbing his back. “I got it. I got it.” his voice came out nasally from him pinching his nose in an attempt to get the bleeding to stop. He stood up and groaned as you two made your way to the infirmary. 💨 Namjoon laid back on the examiners table with gauze in his nose trying to slow down the bleeding. The nurse at the camp seemed to be in awe of your toss. You have a very powerful throw. She complimented you and apologized to Namjoon for being on the receiving end of the ball. It had been ten minutes and he was still bleeding. Even though it was still a lot it was then it was less than what it was when he first got hit. You remained by his side, the guilt of accidentally hitting him that hard wouldn’t let you leave.

“Namjoon, I am so sorry for hitting you that hard. I swear it wasn’t on purpose.” you apologized again.

“Don’t feel bad this is just the universe delivering me my karma for being a dick to you all these years. The universe is balancing itself back out.” he joked.

“If anything it’s from when you told me break a leg before the relay races when I was fourteen and then I actually broke my ankle.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re still holding on to that?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you.

“I am most definitely still holding on to that.”

Namjoon laughed and shook his head.”You are certainly a piece of work.” “That I may be.” You said, taking a spin. “Honestly I didn’t mean to hit you. I was trying to hit that twerp Tony.” You took Namjoon’s hand in yours.

“It’s okay. You’ve explained this to me at least fifteen times in the last ten minutes.” he rubbed, his thumb over yours.

“It’s just that I feel bad. After our conversation got all heavy last night I didn’t want you to think that I did that to be spiteful.”

Namjoon sat up on the examiners table to look into your eyes. He smiled at you. He took a deep breath that didn’t really come off like a true deep breath and more like a content sigh. “The painkillers kicking in?” you chuckled.

“Yes” Namjoon nodded slowly “that’s besides the point. I guess it’s kind of my fault for suggesting a volleyball player throw during dodgeball. I set myself up for this one.” “No it was me being a dick to a teenager.” “Well if we sit here going back and forth between who;s fault we’ll probably never make it to freshman orientation.” he laughed. “How bout we both blame it on Tony?” you questioned, throwing up a pinky for him to loop his around. “You do pinky promises? I wouldn’t have expected you to.” he looped his pinky around yours.

“There’s a lot you wouldn’t expect me to do.” you said, lowly. “Oh really?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at you.

“Barf me out. Namjoon get your mind out of the gutter and get your priorities straight. You have a nose full of bloody gauze. You’re gross.” you shook your head at him. “It’s not that gross. Plus you caused this.”

“No remember the pinky promise said that Tony caused this.” Namjoon nodded his head remembering the agreement you two had just came to thirty seconds ago. “It’s almost dried up.” he pulled the stained gauze out of his nose, examining it. “Good maybe the guilt can leave me alone.” you mumbled. Namjoon took one of the clean gauzes wiping off his nose.

“Did you give a thought to our conversation?” Namjoon asked, quietly. Had you? It had only been a night and some change. Well at least not a full night for you. You tended to have a habit of violently overthinking just about every aspect of your life. Now the situation with Namjoon magnified it. You barely got any sleep last night. Thinking about every encounter you had with him. Sure enough he could be a good person, the behavior had just seemed biased towards you. Starting off anew couldn’t be the worse decision. If push came to shove you two were going off to college. You could just stop talking to him and completely cut him off.

But did you really not want him around. You had to force yourself to look at him. You were worried about the expression he donned. When you looked at Namjoon he had a neutral expression on his face. You sighed.

“So how are we doing this? Phone calls? Letters? What?” you smiled.

“You’re giving me a chance?” he smiled back.

“One” you held your pointer finger up. “Only one. Be very careful with it.” you whispered, as if people were around to hear your conversation.

“I promise you I will. I’ll call you even if I have to sacrifice my quarters for the wash to talk to you. I’ve got years of lost time to make up for.” he grabbed both of your hands, holding them tightly. You swung your arms. “I promise to write you letters I’ll use the finest of bic ink pens for you.” Namjoon laughed at you. “Can I ask you a question?” you hummed in response. “Can I kiss you?” you blinked a couple of times. Kiss? The word ran through your brain like headlines at the bottom of the screen during the 6 o’ clock news. “I’m sorry. Am I being too forward? Is it too soon? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” Namjoon rambled. He was in the middle of still vocalizing his thoughts when you cut him off with a quick peck. Namjoon jumped back away from you. You jumped back too.

“Wait was I being too forward? I thought you wanted a kiss?” you asked, smacking him lightly on the arm.

“No no I did. It’s just I was talking I thought you would have let me finish talking first. It caught me off guard. Wait let’s try that again I’m ready now.” Namjoon puckered up and leaned in. You stopped his mouth holding up your hand.He opened his eyes looking at you in confusion.

“We got the rest of the summer to get it right.” you said.

“The rest of the summer?”

“Oh I’m sorry did you think I was gonna run up my parents bill talking on the phone with you every day. We all don’t come from money.” you said.

“Alright now. If I had to I’d foot the bill.”

You laughed. “Jeez louise, Namjoon just drive to my house, it's not that serious.”

“You got it, tiger.” he wrapped your fingers up in a pinky promise that he pressed a kiss to.

Summer was definitely your favorite season.

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Your Brother’s Best Friend - Jungkook NSFW

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Genre: Fluff, smut.

Word Count: 5k.

Summary: Your best friend's younger brother has always had a crush on you, but it takes coming home from military service to make you realise you like him, too.

Warnings: strong language; copious amounts of teasing; mixed signals; hella cheesy lines; very very minor choking; nipple play; oral (f receiving); male masturbation; protected sex (FINALLY); p-i-v sex; fingering; overstimulation; creampie;

Additional tags: slightly unrealistic depictions of military life; slow burn.

For all those years, you remained oblivious. You were so wrapped up in your own little bubble, you had no idea that you were causing someone else anguish just by treating them as a friend - even a little brother. The issue you had was that Jungkook was shy; quiet. He never said anything to you, especially at the beginning because he was afraid of you. Besides, his older brother, Taehyung, drowned out his voice too quickly for him to even attempt to get to know you. Because of how your best friend, Tae, treated him, especially around you, you had also grown into the habit of acting that way around him. Growing up, he was always your best friend's little brother, so by extension, he was yours. Which meant that you would tease him as though he were your own flesh and blood, or support him as such.

The first fight you ever got in was to protect him. This weedy little boy, no older than twelve and frightened of the big bad junior high school he had just moved to. Graduated from the younger years and moving onwards and upwards towards the harsh reality of adulthood, one torturous day at a time. He was bullied… a lot.; but because he was so shy he never told anyone or said anything meaning he had to go through it completely alone. Until you saw it one day and put a stop to it immediately.

The kids bullying him were so much bigger and older than he was, there was no way he could ever stand up for himself. They would have just knocked him back down, or broken him like a toothpick. Though they could do the same thing to you, because it was Jungkook and you loved him. He was a good boy and didn’t deserve to be treated like this. So, despite your small frame, you picked out the biggest one in the group (as you had been taught to by your parents) and you asserted your dominance… and may have injured the boy in the process. You did break his nose, which got you a suspension from school for two weeks to ensure no charges would be pressed. But Jungkook got his lunch back, and he was never bullied by anyone again. Especially when you came back to school after your suspension and found that most of the school either cowered away in fear you’d do the same to them, or attempted to be your friend. Since then, you had become fiercely protective of Jungkook. Which made him feel inferior.

He never hated you for it - in fact, he was grateful. But he always felt like he had to remind you that he was, in fact, a young man now and he should be protecting you, not the other way around. He spent a lot of his teenage years trying to prove this to you - trying to show you that he was a big strong man now, however introverted he may be. When he was sixteen and in the throes of high school, he started working out more, trying to get your attention. He knew that, at this age, all the girls in his class had a crush on him, and it helped to boost his confidence. Yet even then, when he was filled with confidence and knew that he was the most sought out boy in his year group, he still remained the puppy dog he always was around you. The big-eyed baby who followed you around and tried to subtly get your attention. All of his attempts, of course, went completely unnoticed; but never once did he stop trying. You were worth fighting for.

When Jungkook was eighteen, Taehyung ran to your house in tears. He had announced that Jungkook had signed up for the army and he was undergoing that process. No one knew how long it would take him to actually get into training once he’d passed all the preliminary tests and taken the oath, but it wouldn’t take him long. He was a smart and athletic young man, and he was ready to go and do what he deemed to be right. Everyone was terrified for him. His mother had heard so many horror stories about the army and was scared for his safety and wellbeing. She was so afraid they’d beat out the sweet and innocent young man he was, and replace him with someone much more violent and cold. Jungkook assured everyone that wouldn’t happen, that his only changes would be physical. But, of course, it was after all a mother’s job to worry, wasn’t it?

His training came around. Much to his mother’s delight, Jungkook decided to go into the air force, which meant his training time was slightly shorter than other departments. However, he would be deployed almost immediately after his training. He wouldn’t have time to come back home. So saying goodbye to him was heartbreaking - especially for you. Him leaving meant you couldn’t help your best friend protect him anymore. He was going off to protect you. He arrived on your doorstep the night before, nervous about his future. It wasn’t that he regretted his decision, it was more of a fear of the unknown. But, he felt like he couldn’t tell anyone in his family about this because they’d try and convince him to stay and quit the army already. He knew you respected his wishes, however worried you may have been. He didn’t, however, announce his arrival, which meant you were looking very worse-for-wear in your pyjamas with a sheet mask in your hand.

“Jungkook!” You said once you saw the young man standing at the door to your apartment.

“Sorry… I should have called.”

“No, it’s okay. Come in.”

“I don’t want to interrupt your evening. You look like you’re having an evening of self-care.”

“I have plenty of sheet masks for you, too.” You stepped aside and invited him in, the invitation was accepted.

“I’m only coming in for the sheet masks.”

“Well, damn. If you don’t want my company, kid, then you can just leave.”

“I’m not a kid. Also, truth hurts.”

“You little shit.”

Once you had made a fruit mocktail for him (he was too afraid to drink alcohol just in case he got screened for it and reprimanded), you both sat on your windowsill seat with the windows open, staring out into the streets around your place. The air was very sombre, but there were no prizes for who could guess why.

“Are you coming to say goodbye to me tomorrow?” Jungkook asked you, breaking the silence.

“I was going to. But now you’re here I might say goodbye to you tonight instead. Tomorrow’s for immediate family.”

“But you’re family…”

“I know… but tomorrow is best kept between you and the people who share your blood. I’d rather this anyway. At least if you cry, I’m the only one who can ridicule you.”

“Who says you won’t cry? I can hear your voice shaking.”

“It’s the juice - it’s making my voice sticky.”

“Liar.”

“Baby.”

He poked his tongue out at you childishly.

You sighed. “I can’t believe you’re going away tomorrow. To the army of all places. The weedy little creature I had to protect is going off to fight in wars and save the people. He’s off to be a hero.

“I’m not a child anymore.”

“I know. But it’s like you’re my little brother, it’s hard to think of you as a young man. I can still see the kid who got on the wrong bus but was too shy to get off.”

Jungkook put his head in his hands. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

You laughed. “We all had to come out to get you!”

“No!” He whined. “It took me forever to get that out of my brain, why would you bring it up again?”

“Because it’s funny.”

“I need to go… bleach my brain or something, I think. You’re evil.”

“No, but in all seriousness, Jungkook, I’m so proud of you. You’ve worked so hard to get to this point and no one deserves it more than you do. You’re smart, funny, kind and so brave. I don’t know how you’re doing this, honestly. I admire you so much. I’m gonna miss you, kiddo.”

Saying goodbye to Jungkook was such a weird thing to do. You always remember him being right there whenever you were around; but now he will hardly even be a phone call away. He’d be too busy to contact you; he’d be having too much fun. Despite him being your best friend’s little brother, you loved him and enjoyed spending time with him away from his family. Those days were over, though. This night of face masks, mocktails and light mockery would be the last one you’d both have for God knows how long.

He left you alone when his drink was finished and his face was sufficiently moisturised; leaving behind the weight that was on his mind when he first entered your door. You gave him one final, tight hug and sent him back to his home so he could spend it with his family. You couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t spend a good amount of your evening crying over Jungkook.

You received a visit from Taehyung the next day while he was in an almost inconsolable state. They had just sent him off for his eight weeks training.

“A part of me thought it would never happen, you know?” Taehyung told you through sniffles and tears. “I thought he would change his mind at the last minute and stay home with us. Or he’d tell us last night that it was all a lie and that he wasn’t really enlisting - he just did it for attention or something. He’d get a shitty job in a convenience store or something. I didn’t think he’d actually leave.”

“Tae, you know he’s much smarter than a shitty convenience store job. The air force is the best place for him. He gets all the physical training, plus his brain will be active the entire time. He’s going to be living his best ‘Top Gun’ life, isn’t he?”

Tae wiped his nose and chuckled a little. “Yeah he’s not as good looking as Tom Cruise though.”

“This is what he wanted. He’s going to thrive in this situation, just wait and see.”

“I know he will.” Taehyung started to cry again. “I’m just gonna miss him so much.”

You scooped Taehyung in your arms and tried to comfort him. There wasn’t really much you could say that hadn’t already been said. Everyone Jungkook left behind was thinking the same thing, so all you could do was take comfort in the fact that none of you would be alone in missing him, and eventually life would go on as normal.

You were able to go and visit him, however. After his training was complete, him and all the people he trained with were given a graduation ceremony to commemorate their hard work and celebrate the fact they’d passed such rigorous training. You all dressed up and attended to support your baby boy who was growing up so quickly. Jungkook looked so cute in his uniform. It fit him perfectly, yet somehow he still looked like he was a small boy playing dress-up in his father’s clothes. He looked so smart and mature, but he was still, of course, the kid brother you adored. A proper little man. But, true to what everyone had been told, Jungkook wasn’t able to come home after his eight weeks of training. He was, in fact, deployed immediately. He’d be spending six months in Germany before coming home. But him being “home” didn’t mean he was back with his family. He would be in the country, just in a completely different city. He wouldn’t be home for quite a while.

Time ticked on until eventually five years had passed. While you spoke to Jungkook every other week, and still remained almost as close as you were when he’d left, you’d never actually seen him. He had been home a few times, but they were for at minimum two days, and you were never able to come and visit. Something you profusely apologised for, of course, but Jungkook understood. He always understood. It was just difficult for you to go and see him, and you missed him terribly.

However, Taehyung arrived on your doorstep as he often did, with a beaming, boxy smile on his face. “Jungkook’s coming home!” He announced. “For a whole year!”

“What?”

“I know! Apparently, he’s being sent to the base near here for some more training and general work, and that will take him twelve months. He’s home for a whole year, ___. A whole year!”

“Oh my God!”

“So, here’s what we’re thinking, we get all the family and Jungkook’s friends together and have one big surprise welcome home party. There will be banners, and food, and lots of music. You in?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!”

“Great! My house; 5pm; Tuesday. You don’t have to bring anything. Okay?”

It was definitely a shock to the system knowing that Jungkook was on his way home, and will be home for a significant amount of time. Maybe things could get back to normal. Even if it was only temporary normalcy.

When Tuesday rolled around, for some reason the nerves were getting the better of you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t seen Jungkook for half a decade, you couldn’t say. All you knew was that you were anxious to see him. Would you both be awkward seeing each other in person now that such a significant chunk of your lives had passed? Or would things be exactly the same when you saw him? You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that in just a few short minutes, he would walk through that door again and he’d be back in your life.

Taehyung had taken Jungkook out for the evening, a movie and some ice cream like they often did while you and the boys’ parents prepared for the party ahead. You only had a short amount of time to get everything perfect, so the three of you were working like mad trying to get everything organised. Thankfully, one of the boys’ aunts arrived earlier than expected, meaning there was an extra pair of hands around to finalise the details. Sure enough, the guests began to arrive, filtering into the small house one by one just as the final decoration was hung, meaning that their parents could focus on other issues - like the food and drink situation. It was your job to make sure the guests felt comfortable; after all, you were pretty much a part of their family at this point. So everyone related to Taehyung and Jungkook, be them blood relative or friends knew exactly who you were and were comfortable with you being around.

At seven o’clock, the boys’ mum received a text from Taehyung telling them that the two were on their way back home, so everyone turned out the lights and waited in silence until the door opened and they could scream at Jungkook. You were at the back of the crowd, hidden from view, hoping that you could put off seeing Jungkook until right at the end. Give you enough time to think of an ice-breaker so that things wouldn’t be too awkward. There were giggles in the pitch-black room surrounding you, people clearly unable to contain their excitement as Jungkook was approaching the front door.

Three…

Two…

One…

The front door opened, the lights turned on and everyone screamed “welcome home, Jungkook!” Party poppers were set off, covering the youngest in confetti and paper streamers. You stood there completely dumbfounded. Was that really Jungkook?

When he left he was just a weedy little boy, so skinny he looked out of place in his uniform and not at all prepared for life in the army. But he stood before you, a 23-year-old man, filling out his once baggy clothes that were hanging off of him in just the right ways. You could see the toned muscles that had reshaped his skin, his chest was puffy and holding his neck up were two, broad shoulders that definitely weren’t that thick before. His hair was a little longer than what you knew to be army protocol, and was parted slightly off-centre. It hung off his head sporting an almost wet look that made you drool. How could one man change so drastically? What did they do to him while he was away?

Yet, he smiled widely and his big, doe eyes lit up. He bowed to the guests to show his appreciation for them, and he still seemed to be the same person. Still the polite, sweet young man with a bunny smile and a soft aura. Even those muscles couldn’t make him seem less gentle. “Oh my God!” He exclaimed. “I had no idea.” Wait… since when was his voice that deep? It was smooth and clear, but still just as quiet. Unchanged in the way he sounded gentle and calm when he spoke. How could he be such a contradiction?

Despite being at the back of the room, though, Jungkook still saw you. He stopped what he was doing, drank in your appearance as if he was processing that it was you he was looking at, and then ran towards you. Immediately, you felt those strong arms around you, holding you securely in his grip and pressing you to his firm body. His tight hug was comforting and reassuring. That combined with the smell of his laundry detergent and you felt peaceful. It felt right.

Wait… what? No, no, no! Do not think these things. Push them down!

“I’m so glad I got to see you, finally!” He told you. His voice was muffled slightly as his arm had covered one of your ears because it was just so big. When he finally released you, you saw his bunny smile had returned. “I thought you were avoiding me.”

“I was.” You teased. “I was dragged here against my own free will.”

Jungkook laughed. Your jokes were never that funny, but Jungkook always seemed to think so. “Now I know why I didn’t see you over the last five years.”

“I am genuinely sorry about that.”

“I know you are. I am, too. I should have made more of an effort to see someone I care about.”

Jungkook took you over to get a drink with him and to catch up properly over the last five years. But the conversation was mainly you asking him questions about his job, and begging for stories. Your life wasn’t quite as interesting as his, so it was nice to hear him talk about all the adventures he’d been on and how well he’s enjoying his job.

“I, uh… I missed you a lot, though.” Jungkook confessed shyly.

You smiled. Your hand found its way to the back of Jungkook’s head and gently stroked his hair. “I missed you, too, kiddo.”

“I’m twenty-three now… I’m not a kid. When will you see me differently?”

“I’m sorry, Kookie. It was a force of habit. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

“Seriously, ___. I like you a lot.”

“I like you, too.”

Jungkook groaned, clearly frustrated. “How can you be so smart, yet so dumb at the same time?”

“Hey!” You playfully slapped him on his arm, making him chuckle a little. A comfortable silence descended over the two of you, but it wasn’t long before that silence changed. You didn’t have time to register what was happening. One minute Jungkook was standing in front of you talking to you, the next his arm was around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He put his drink down on the table and instead of holding that, he held the side of your neck, and pressed his lips to yours. You were shocked at first; your eyes were wide and your free hand was pushing at his chest to get him off you. But feelings you had no idea you had started to bubble up and take over, and you stopped fighting him. You let your eyes close and give yourself over to the feeling of his lips on yours. That was until you remembered what was happening. You had ten blissful, beautiful seconds of ignorance before your brain switched back on and told you that this was wrong. He was your best friend’s younger brother - he was as close to your own younger brother as you could possibly have. You shouldn’t be kissing him. You frantically pushed him away. “S-stop, stop!” You said quickly. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“What… why?”

“You’re my best friend’s younger brother. This is wrong… this is so wrong.”

Jungkook allowed a devilish smirk to play on his lips. He pushed you back into the kitchen counter and took your drink off of you. “It is wrong, isn’t it?” He said lowly. He was moving toward you again. “We shouldn’t ever do this again.”

“N-no, we shouldn’t. Such a bad thing to d-do.”

No more words were exchanged, just Jungkook’s lips back on yours. The longer he spent attached to your body, the more fuzzy your brain became. You could feel yourself getting more and more turned on with each kiss he gave you. Your heart and your pussy jumped when he started using his tongue. It was the perfect kiss. Just the right amount and not too forceful, but dominating enough for him to get across everything he needed to say in a simple movement. The kitchen was silent except for your lips moving together. You pulled him closer and closer until there was no room for anything between you.

The kitchen door opened, however, forcing the two of you to pull apart. Thankfully, it was just one of Jungkook’s old high school friends and not Taehyung, but it was definitely a close call. The two of you scarpered out of the kitchen in separate ways and didn’t see each other for the rest of the night.

It had never occurred to you until the moment you left the party that Jungkook could be harboring some kinds of feelings towards you. And until you saw him that night you had no idea that you could even think differently about him either. There was a slight guilt you were feeling about the whole situation, but it was more over the fact that Taehyung didn’t know about your sudden change of heart. You wondered how he would feel if he found out that his best friend had developed feelings for his younger brother. Though, you also wondered how much further things would have gone had you not been interrupted.

Life returned pretty much to the way it did before Jungkook joined the army. He moved back in with his family, and you were around their house almost every day. You and Taehyung still saw each other almost daily, but because Jungkook was home, whenever he was free he would often hang out with you. During movie nights, Taehyung had set up camp on the armchair which meant you and Jungkook would have to share the sofa. Most nights the two of you would share a blanket, which allowed you to start messing with Jungkook in different ways. You would put your hand high up on his thigh, or reach over him to grab your drink from the table next to him so your breasts would touch his body. But every time he tried something in return you were quick to shut him down. “You’re my best friend’s brother,” you kept telling him, “we can’t do this.” Despite the fact that you both were growing desperate for each other, you kept playing this game of cat and mouse. At first, Jungkook tried to keep his thoughts pure. Every evening he’d text you asking to take you out on a date, but you’d reject him every single time. It was so wrong of you to act the way you were but you just couldn’t help it.

Of course, one day Jungkook snapped.

You had been over to their place for one of your regular movie nights when you let your teasing go too far. Instead of your hand resting on Jungkook’s thigh, you used him as a footrest. Only you made sure your food went a little further than his thigh, and let the balls of your feet rest on his cock. It was a gentle touch, and you’d move every so often so eventually, you felt him get hard underneath you. It was fun to torment him and turn him down at the same time. But you should have known when you left to go to the bathroom, he’d follow you.

When he heard you were finished washing your hands, he tried the door and entered when he realised you didn’t put the lock on. You ignored his presence, fixing your hair in the mirror but subtly watching him move towards you. He turned and leant up against the bathroom counter, so he could look at you ignoring him. “You think it’s fun, huh?” He asked you. His voice was low and deep, sending rumbles right through your body. “Teasing me like this?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? So then what was that whole foot fiasco downstairs?”

“No idea.”

“So you’re not pretending you don’t want me?”

You laughed. “Jungkookie, you’re Taehyung’s younger brother. I promise you, I don’t want you like you think I do.”

Jungkook turned around. “Fine.” He smacked his hip into yours pushing you out the way so he could have the mirror to himself. “You want to pretend, so will I.”

You scoffed. “You actual shit.” You pushed him back, taking over your spot again. You could hear Jungkook laughing at you.

His arm came up to your neck and pulled you flush against his back. He heard your breath hitch. His lips came down to your ear and started nibbling on it. His free hand moved to your side and began to playfully tickle you. “Jungkook!” You squealed.

“Say you’re sorry.” He ordered. “Admit you want me.”

“No.” The word could barely be formed over your laughter, but you managed to get it out of your mouth eventually.

“Suit yourself.” He moved his other hand to your side and continued to tickle you.

“Fine! Fine!”

“What was that?”

“I want you! Stop!”

He did as you asked and pinned you once again to the counter. “Since when?”

“Since you came home a man.” You told him, caressing his cheek softly.

He smiled his beautiful smile at you, then proceeded to kiss you. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to his kisses, but you loved them nonetheless. When he first kissed you it felt strange, but now it was one of the best feelings. It felt right this time around.

As it did in the kitchen all those weeks ago, things began to get heated. This time, however, neither of you were particularly worried about being interrupted. Mainly because you forgot you weren’t alone in the house. Jungkook had you up on the counter in no time, legs spread for him so he could slot himself in between them and kiss you comfortably. Your legs were against his small waist enjoying the feeling of his presence. “This isn’t how I wanted it,” Jungkook told you through kisses, “but I need you. Can I have you?”

“Take me.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice, nor did he wait a second longer to have you. He pulled your shirt off you immediately and, while kissing you, pulled the cups of your bra down so he had access to your breasts. His kisses trailed from your lips, to your neck, and finally stopped at your nipples. He took one of them in his mouth, sucking it and waiting for your moans to tell him he was doing the right thing before moving on to the second nipple. “God, I love your body.” He told you. “So soft. So beautiful. Let me taste you?”

Within seconds of getting your permission your jeans and panties were off and his tongue was on your pussy. There was no teasing, though he wanted to after all these weeks. Instead, he just went straight for your clit, sucking on it like he did with your nipples, alternating the strength. He looked up at you from where he was knelt on the bathroom floor, keeping eye contact with you as he ate you like a man starved, appreciating you. Worshipping you with his mouth while he was on his knees for you. He didn’t come up for air, and he didn’t use his fingers. He just kept maneuvering you to where he needed you so he could lick your snatch to your completion. Never once did he leave your clit, even when he pulled his sweatpants and underwear down to free his cock from its confines. Even when he wrapped his slender hand around his cock and started to touch himself, he never once stopped your pleasure.

“J-Jungkook,” you moaned. “Feels too good. I’m gonna cum.”

Jungkook groaned in affirmation and all it took was the vibrations from his deep voice to send you over the edge. You grasped onto his hair and pulled it harshly, completely accidentally, as you climaxed on his tongue. Still, Jungkook didn’t stop. He waited for you to push him off of you before he gave up his feast. “Are you okay?” He asked, resting his forehead on yours and waiting for you to regain your breath.

“Fuck me, where did you learn to do that!?”

Jungkook laughed. “I’m just a natural, baby girl.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. Come here.” You pulled him down to you by his neck so you could kiss him some more while you waited for your pussy to recover. But soon enough you felt empty. “Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please.”

“Condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Clean?”

“Yeah. Never had sex without a condom, you?”

“Same.”

He added a little bit of spit onto his cock to make sure the slide was comfortable for you before slipping his length inside. The initial stretch was perfect - eyes locked, butterflies in your tummy. Both of you groaned at the feeling of him entering you, and it felt so good for Jungkook he collapsed onto you for a second. “Can I move?” He asked. His voice cracked. “Please tell me I can move.”

“Please, Jungkook.”

He started off at a slow pace, grabbing your ankle and pulling it up onto his shoulder to give him more room to enter you. With every thrust, he got deeper and deeper, stretching you out to perfection. His pace kept altering, one minute it was soft and loving, then he just pistoned into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do, then he went back to soft. You never knew what was coming with Jungkook. You couldn’t work him out. You didn’t want to. It felt too good having him inside you.

It turned out that Jungkook wasn’t much of a talker when he was inside you, but he was noisy. Very noisy. His moans rivalled yours in terms of loudness, but he couldn’t help them. Not that you were complaining, of course. He was the loudest man you’d been with and it definitely felt like a compliment. Instead of talking, you could feel his affection for you in every other way: the way he looked at you while he was inside you; how he touched you; how he played with your clit when you told him it felt good. It felt as though he only existed to please you, to make you feel good and his own pleasure was secondary or even irrelevant. He kissed your breasts while he was inside you, your tummy, your neck, your lips. Any uncovered piece of skin he could get his mouth on while he made love to you on the bathroom counter, he would touch.

Jungkook’s thrusts started to get sporadic though, inconsistent. He pulled out really quickly. “Fuck, I almost came.” He kissed you. “You feel too fucking good.”

“It’s okay. C-can I move? My ass has gone numb.”

Jungkook laughed and kissed you again. He moved back. “Turn around for me, baby.”

You did as you were told and bent over the counter, expecting to feel him push back into your pussy. Instead he got back onto his knees and ate you out again, giving him some rest to go on for a bit longer. This time, he used his fingers, hitting your g-spot over and over again, alternating between both his tongue and his hands. The added sensation and constant hit on your sweet spot made you reach your peak quicker than before, yet just as exhausted as the first time. Your legs were shaking, your entire body was weak. You were so thankful you had the counter to lean on otherwise you would have collapsed onto the floor. There was no way you could take another orgasm from him, and you prayed he wouldn’t try.

Jungkook didn’t let you rest after your orgasm this time. Instead, he got back up to his feet and entered you once more; pounding into you a lot rougher than before. At this point, you couldn’t even make any noise. You were so overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside of you, all you could do was feel him: how thick he was; how much he stretched you; how good he felt. Everything in your mind had been erased save the thoughts of him. That had never happened before. But it wasn’t long until Jungkook began to lose his rhythm again. He couldn’t help himself, he was too wound up at this point. “I need to cum.” He announced. “Where should I cum?”

“Inside me. Oh my God, Jungkook. Please let me feel you cum inside me. Fuck!”

Jungkook came not moments later, filling your pussy up with ropes of cum until he was completely spent. He pulled out of you quickly, man on a mission for cleaning you up as best he could. You winced when you felt a damp cloth on you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise after that. Shit. I can’t feel my legs.”

“I’ll run you a bath.”

“We don’t have time. Tae will probably be wondering where we got to.”

“I don’t care about him, I’m more concerned about you.”

You laughed. “I’ll be fine.”

The two of you began getting dressed again, attempting to make yourselves look as presentable as you could after a literal work out in the bathroom. Jungkook broke the silence once more. “Is it too early to tell you that I love you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay good… because I definitely wasn’t going to.”

“You can tell me when you’ve taken me out a few times, how does that sound?”

He grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you into a gentle embrace. “I’ll hold you to that. Come on, let’s go face him.”

Your stomach churned at the thought of seeing your best friend after you just sinned with his brother. You both crept down the stairs in order to not draw any more suspicion than you had to. It would already seem weird that you two were together as it was. When you walked into the living room, you noticed the television was quiet. It was back on the DVD menu. There, in the armchair, Taehyung slept, curled up into a tiny ball.

It was safe to say that both of you were incredibly relieved.

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charlotte-sloane-writes · 4 years

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1 - A Wicked Little Thing

It’s finally here! Chapter 1 of this Zatanna Zatara x John Constantine fic has killed me for nearly a year. If you love it as much as I do, please reblog and comment. If you want to be added to the tags then send me a message, reblog, comment, just let me know! The chapter is under the cut, the taglist at the very end. Much love, Charlie.

“Anna,” Buddy called over to the young woman dressed in yesterday’s work uniform.

“Hm?” Anna turned her head and brushed out the earbud nestled to the side of her head, flicking a few strands of her black hair behind her to size up her boss who decided whatever he was about to say was more important than ‘We Will Rock You’ on its 3rd consecutive play.

Buddy recentered his balance on one hip and tilted his chin up, an unkempt not-quite salt-and-pepper eyebrow raised as he asked, “That thing ever run out of battery?”

“Trust me, Buddy, you’d know if it did.” Anna flashed him a saccharine smile and shoved the earbud back into her brain, moving on to the next room that needed cleaning, her cleaning cart’s loose wheel squeaking for mercy unheard over Anna’s playlist.

Buddy scoffed behind her back, another attempt to connect with the twenty-something-year-old failed rather spectacularly on his end. He shoved the tickets to the local college’s ‘Battle of the Bands’ show back into his pocket and whistled to make himself feel like the exchange was done in total nonchalance with zero premeditation. Lifting his ‘Lagheur’ watch to his chest, he noticed the ticking needles of the ripoff luxury watch in a slight delay, taking maybe a half time longer than an actual second. Buddy once saw a movie where this happened to show time slowing down. He couldn’t place the actual scene anywhere, but it seemed funny enough to him that the science fiction promises of his childhood were echoed through the cheap realities of his adulthood.

“Regina,” Buddy threw over his shoulder an aging rainjacket, once clear now yellowing around folds and stitches. Regina at the counter, a recent retiree with all the looks to take to Boca Raton but none of the self-awareness to stop working looked up at her boss from the dusty concierge seat.

“Boss?”

“I’m out for a smoke, I’ll be back in ten. Anyone calls for me, take a message.”

“Sure, sure, if anyone calls.” Regina looked down at the answering machine behind her counter, fixing her coke-bottle glasses back up on the ridge of her boney nose. It was new twenty years ago when she last checked in at the hotel, sleepy and dazed children in tow, asking where their mother was. She’d never seen the light even flicker on that machine.

Buddy walked across the populated lounge, tourists, and locals alike crowding the hotel to get out of the rain and have a drink. Some of them might get rooms by the look of it, though none seemed too eager to book one. Unlit cigarette stuck between his teeth, Buddy pulled his cap up over his head and walked out onto the back terrace. On stiller nights, the courtyard was a beautiful display of soft city nature and twinkling lights. Hopefully, he thought to himself, Anna will have remembered to cover up the sound system speakers hidden in some of the bushes. He wasn’t ready to shell out another grand to replace them.

The lighter Buddy took out from his jacket pocket should’ve been replaced a week and a half ago. Swishing lighter fluid gradually making a crack in the plastic casing just a little wider didn’t bode well for Buddy’s innate flammability. The wrong swipe of a finger while lighting his cigarette opened up his thumb and Buddy- as he took the first draw of his cigarette- watched blood prick up from the fat pad of his digit, little globes of red sprouting along a visceral ley line down to the crux of the first joint. He’ll have to remind himself to throw this lighter out and get a new one when he gets the chance again.

“You know,” He spoke to himself, more than aware he was alone on the creaky back patio “this place used to be the gem of Palo Alto, before Jobs and Wozniak, Amazon and Google. This place...I sound like my great grandfather. How did that happen?” Buddy scoffed and took a step forward, leaning against a beam at the top of the small stairs giving way to the waterlogged marsh of a luncheon garden. Before he could even take notice, the roaring gutter above his head flipped on itself, bringing forth a cascade of rainwater and grime down onto Buddy’s head. He didn’t even have it in him to curse. He just shook his head, bit the inside of his lip raw and flicked his dead cigarette into the rain.

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John Constantine wasn’t often seen in the kitchen for actual food, an old tome tucked under his arm with blue lettering of an ancient language only slightly obscured by the wrinkled sleeve of his dress shirt.

“Woah, careful, Johnny. You need help?” A young and dashing mop of black hair named Behrad Tomaz bounded into the kitchen with open arms.

John slightly wavered, eyes darting around as his cheeks reddened. He cleared his throat “I’m fine-,”

“-Dude,” Behrad took the wine bottle Constantine had been balancing on a multi-sectioned plate of what looked like saltine crackers, a hard-boiled egg, some fresh smelling garnishes, a small cup of applesauce, a mug of brothy soup with something bobbing in it, and a jar with pieces of fish floating around it. “I’m impressed you got this far with all this stuff.” Behrad looked at the wine label, wanting to discern a year but couldn’t read the letters on the label. He shook it off, blaming his dyslexia for the mess of shapes on the label “You heading to your room with this stuff?”

“Yeah.” John nodded, quieter than usual as he gave Behrad the gefilte fish jar and placed the plastic cup he had taken upside down on to the neck of the wine bottle.

“This stuff looks good.” Behrad looked over at John’s plate as they walked down the austere corridors of the Waverider, immune to the shock of the odd clicks and clangs.

“You don’t have to lie.” John scoffed a laugh, biting his top lip.

“Is it for a spell?” “Not really.”

“Munchies?” John turned to face Behrad, those innocent puppy dog eyes peering over John’s exclusively hard stare. “Thanks for helping me, mate. Cheers.” He managed to balance everything back into his arms and moved into his room, locking the door behind him.

Behrad stood there, perhaps a little too perplexed for his own good “Have a good time!” He called out, making his way back to the kitchen.

Sara Lance wasn’t expecting to have to get into John Constantine’s business again, but the idea of the mage acting shifty didn’t sit very well with The Captain. “What was that?” She asked Behrad, intercepting him before he reached the kitchen.

“What was what?” Behrad shrugged, crossing his arms with a dopey smile “I was just helping John get his food to his room.” “Uh huh.” Sara’s light blue eyes narrowed, nodding along with Behrad “What was he carrying?”

“I don’t know. Some fish, crackers, wine. Had this old book under his arm. You know John, can’t read if it’s not totally silent. He must’ve gotten hungry.”

“Yeah.” Sara nodded, the truth dawning on her with a small, easy smile “Okay, let’s make sure to leave him alone today. He’s clearly got something important to do.”

John took his time lighting every candle he had in his room, turning the lights off and letting the little flickering flames set just the right reverential mood he was feeling. There was stirring between his ribs. He got the feeling every time he took out the Haggadah. Opening the musty book brought back memories, ones he kept reenacting every Pessach. As beautiful as the book was, ancient binding and intricate hand-printed text, it would never replace the one he found when he was twelve in his father’s attic. He remembered climbing up the cobwebbed ladder, his older sister whispering a word of caution behind him. Cheryl never really understood it, why he climbed that ladder. She never understood why he would intentionally lock himself up there for hours among the beetles and dead pigeons. Among that pestilence and dust was a box marked ‘Mary Anne - Beth-Tikvah, LON’ in big block letters. When John’s father, a big burly man whose accent was the only thing thicker than his eyebrows, found him wearing his great uncle’s kippah with the edges clumsily touching his brow while he read his mother’s old ‘Elementary Hebrew’ workbook, tracing the lines of his mother’s juvenile scripture, Thomas left welts on the young boy’s thighs that didn’t abate until the next month.

Thomas had thought he’d burned everything in that box that very day. He didn’t suspect or know to look for a pocketbook the size of a theater playbook, with flimsy blue binding and doubled text in every page. One side in English, the other in Hebrew. The one thing John managed to keep from that little book was the page-marker. A picture of his mother at her younger brother’s Bar Mitzvah. She looked to be about 16 years-old with boundless ringlets in her hair and a face-splitting grin. John felt it in his throat every time he looked down at that picture. He’d sob repeatedly, from the chest out, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He’d bang his fists, palm-upwards, towards his head as he let the remorse of a stolen childhood shudder his lungs with a force only a soul in desperate need of rest could offer.

“Hi, mum.” John now whispered, taking the bookmark out of his over-compensatory Haggadah, letting it rest against two candlestick pillars. “Thought I’d read to you out loud this time.” His voice felt raw and crackling on his tongue like those lungs on anti-smoking adverts. “Happy Passover.”

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spoooky-bee · 4 years

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ACCEPTING ANXIETY, Part 1/2: Excepting Anxiety!

[Thomas]: Uh, hey…uh- this is Thomas, and, uh--this is usually where I start off, uh- by saying something quick and witty to begin the video. Yeah.

*logo*

[Thomas]: So yeah! Another video. This is awesome! Oh wait, actually, I usually start off this video by saying “What is up, everybody!” But you know, I don’t actually hear your responses. And, strangely enough, I’m not concerned about consistency today. You know what I wanna talk about? Eatin’ food. Or you know what, actually? Maybe about that TV show I just watched. Or maybe I should just watch another TV show and eat some food. That’s it. Alright, until next time. Take it easy, guys, gals, and non-binary pals--

[Logan]: Uh, if I may… I’m going to step in for a second.

[Thomas]: Ahh, Logan’s here, so I probably did something wrong.

[Logan]: What? No. You just seem to be a little… uncharacteristically… careless.

[Thomas]: Hm. I hadn’t cared to notice. Ah- pfft, that’s it, there it is, that’s what you were saying.

[Logan]: Yes… I mean you tend to start the video with at least some sort of direction before the inevitable internal conflict.

[Thomas]: They do usually follow that story arc. But, maybe, that’s a good thing. You know, like, changing it up.

[Logan]: No. I mean… maybe. I don’t know, you’re confusing me. I think I have a vocab word for this. Uh. You good, fahm?

[Thomas]: Wow. That was bad, but like, you’re a really good try-er, Logan. You’re really good.

[Logan]: Thanks.

[Thomas]: ...If anybody, like, texted me… ooh!

[Logan]: Thomas, you didn’t answer the question.

[Thomas]: Your question about whether or not I’m good, fam?

[Logan]: That’s the one.

[Thomas]: You’d probably know if something is up because you usually provide, you know, the explanatory exposition in my videos because all the other characters are too zany or relatable.

[Logan]: Okay, I’m at a loss here. Should we check on the others?

[Thomas]: If you want.

[Logan]: I do. I do want… that. Are you going to-

[Thomas]: Morality! Creativity!

[Roman]: Wow. Rude.

[Patton]: You too cool to call us by our names, kiddo?

[Thomas]: Nah. That was just the easiest way to, you know, quickly establish what you guys generally represent, in case there are any new viewers watching.

[Logan]: Jeez. Okay, I- consider taking a more nuanced approach with that explanation next time.

[Thomas]: He’s my logical side. He’s my logical side.

[Roman]: Uh… is everything Gucci, Thomas?

[Logan]: I suppose I could’ve posed the question that way as well, but that is precisely why I wanted you two here.

[Patton]: You mean us three?

[Logan]: Oh, did I say three?

[Patton]: No.

[Logan]: Then I guess I didn’t mean three.

[Patton]: He’s made mistakes before.

[Logan]: An uncommon occurrence.

[Patton]: Well then you might say the amount of mistakes you’ve made is... infinitesimal?

[Logan]: You make ONE MISTAKE, and THIS is what happens!

[Roman]: Okay, time out for thee and time out for thee, focus on issues or focus on me.

[Logan]: -groans- Okay, you’re right. Let’s get down to business.

[Thomas]: To defeat…

[Thomas and Roman]: The Huns!

[Logan]: Please stop. Stop, please.

[Thomas]: Come on!

[Roman]: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

[Thomas]: Mulan!

[Logan]: Thomas, that aloofness that you are displaying is highly… unproductive.

[Thomas]: You mean I can’t make babies? What? Just kidding. Uh...

[Logan]: Can someone else please- some whe- le- Flames. On the side of my face. See- Seething… Seething fire.

[Patton]: Is something bothering you buddy?

[Roman]: An unattainable dream? A hopeless romance?

[Logan]: Lack of sleep, a- a puzzling situation.

[Patton]: Having trouble with adultery?

[Thomas]: Oh yeah, you always say that instead of ‘becoming an adult’ or ‘adulthood’. As if you didn’t know the troubling definition of the word you’re using, which actually means, you know, when a-

[Roman]: Wait! Pumbaa, not in front of the kids.

[Patton]: Well, I don’t know what you two are talking about, but something definitely seems to be off.

[Thomas]: You keep saying that, but honestly, I’m good… fam.

[Patton]: Now, don’t you go shortening the word family by cutting out my three favorite letters: I L Y.

[Logan]: Okay, well, Patton definitely seems to be doing okay. How ‘bout you, Roman?

[Roman]: Let’s see, uh… Disney references, regal appearance, general awareness that I’m better than you two… Uhh, I’m feeling pretty good.

[Logan]: Then what could be wrong here?

[Patton]: Boy, you both always act like you know all the answers… So, it’s surprising that you keep overlooking something so simple.

[Roman]: Oh, is that so, Patton? You're so cute.

[Logan]: And, uh- what might that be?

[Patton]: Where is Anxiety?

[Logan]: Hmm, do you honestly think it’s necessary to have him here?

[Roman]: To offer his mopey, dopey input? I- I don’t like him.

[Thomas]: I’m still hungry.

[Logan]: No- No.

[Roman]: S-Stop him. Stop him!

[Thomas]: *Singing to himself while looking in the kitchen*

[Logan]: Thomas, this is highly… -sighs- We can’t afford these detours… anymore.

[Thomas]: Ooh! I found some granola!

[Roman]: We’re try- we’re doing a- we’re doing a vid here, buddy.

[Logan]: Alright. Well, at least it’s something healthy.

[Roman]: Thomas, isn’t there a more important thing that you should be focusing on right now? Oh, you’re just getting it all over the carpet, aren’t ya? Alright, well…

[Logan]: Wh- What if you have guests over?

[Thomas]: That wouldn’t happen for a while so it’s not really a big deal.

[Patton]: Well, he’s definitely inviting some ants over. -chuckles-

[Logan]: Just aunts? No uncles?

[Roman]: Can you at least- Can you take off the hoodie? Like, you look like a hot mess. Nay, not hot, cool. Nay, not cool, uncool. An uncool mess.

[Thomas]: If you want me to. *takes of hood revealing very messy untamed hair*

[Roman]: Oh, dear, sweet MOTHER of hairbrushes, what IS your hair?!

[Thomas]: I’m just letting it do it’s thing.

[Roman]: There’s a… lot of viewers that are going to see you like this so-

[Thomas]: Eh, they’ve seen me on better days, so it evens out.

[Logan]: You know, Thomas, I don’t know if that makes sense.

[Patton]: You have kind hair.

[Thomas]: Oh, thanks I guess.

[Patton]: Kinda hair that grows on a dog’s butt! *laughs*

[Thomas]: That’s probably an accurate comparison.

[Roman]: Ugh, just put your hood back on.

[Thomas]: *snaps his fingers* You’re the boss, Hoss.

[Roman]: What does that even mean? I’m not… Hoss. I’m Prince Roman. Ugh, okay. Well, better bring in Count Woe-laf. Any input is better than what Mr. T is contributing.

[Thomas]: Roman brought the clever nicknames to the table, I brought the oats and honey clusters to the table.

[Roman]: Put them down!

[Thomas]: Okay.

[Logan]: Fine. Let’s get him in here. Anxiety? Hm. That’s odd.

[Roman]: He’s probably listening to that PG-13 music again. Anxiety! *tries to summon Anxiety* Ugh. How dare he? What?

[Patton]: Now, now, try to be a little more loving. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Anxiety! Come on up here, kiddo. Come on up here so everyone can see that cool makeup! Welp, love has failed me.

[Thomas]: Ho-ho-ho! That can be applied to many instances in my life. The first being-

[Roman]: Steady now, Thomas. Are we really going down that road? Uh, you usually don’t like talking about that kind of stuff.

[Logan]: You’ve got no shame.

[Patton]: Definitely not much of a filter.

[Roman]: Yes, and no fear…

[Logan, Patton, and Roman]: You have no-

[Thomas]: I have no anxiety, is that what you guys are trying to say?

[Roman]: Okay… Well, he also has no sense of tension build-up. That’s disappointing.

[Logan]: This is very disconcerting.

[Roman]: I don’t know. Shouldn’t a lack of fear be a good thing?

[Patton]: -gasp- Roman, I’m surprised at you.

[Roman]: What?

[Patton]: Anxiety can be a gloomy goober sometimes, but he’s still one of us.

[Roman]: Is he though? Check it out. Morality, Logic, Creativity. We three, are the most important facets of Thomas’ personality. Plus we all contribute a little extra stuff too. We got along just fine without him in the first two Sanders Sides videos.

[Logan]: He may not have had a physical presence, but he was always there within Thomas, to some extent. And he contributes more than what you credit him. Plus, he too, may represent more than just anxiety, even though it is a significant part of who he is.

[Roman]: Even still, I just don’t see why he’s necessary. If Anxiety is gone, what do we have to lose?

[Thomas]: I don’t fear death.

[Patton]: Wow.

[Roman]: So, you’re super brave. That’s good.

[Logan]: There’s a difference between bravery and acting without caution. Think fast! *Chucks a laptop which hits Thomas in the back of the head*

[Roman]: Oh, my- sweet Cole Sprouse, what-

[Thomas]: That really hurt. Was that a laptop? That, like, hurt real bad. Woah…

[Logan]: Unalert, and without his natural defensive reflexes. Yes, it seems that Anxiety has officially clocked out.

[Roman]: Okay. Well, he can work on that.

[Logan]: Thomas, did you remember to lock your motor vehicle earlier today?

[Thomas]: I probably did, I’m not sure, but probably.

[Logan]: Weaker memory.

[Roman]: Wh- that’s not a symptom of a lack of anxiety.

[Logan]: Not directly, but with the anxiety over leaving his car unlocked… Thomas always double checks to make sure, securing that memory in place.

[Thomas and Patton]: I doubt anyone will go looking through my [his] car- oh my gosh [goodness]!

[Patton]: You just see the best in people.

[Logan]: But he can’t always afford to.

[Patton]: Ugh, yeah… I guess you’re right.

[Thomas]: Well, it sounds like I’m in trouble or something.

[Roman]: No, it sounds like these two are worrying too much.

[Logan]: That’s the thing- is anyone among us worried?

[Patton]: It’s because he isn’t worried and that doesn’t seem right, Roman.

[Thomas]: Princey’s never liked Anxiety, that’s his problem!

[Roman]: That’s not true.

[Thomas]: Mmm…

-flash back-

[Anxiety]: Hey there, Princey.

[Roman]: Ohhkay, I can’t stand that guy.

-switch flashback-

[Roman]: (as Valerie) I’m trying REALLY hard not to like you right now.

-switch flashback-

[Roman]: Still don’t like you.

[Anxiety]: What was that?

[Roman]: Uh- chim chim cheroo!

-switch flashback-

[Roman]: To offer his mopey, dopey input? I- I don’t like him.

-end flashback-

[Roman]: Oh, now your memory works… That’s convenient.

[Logan]: It is interesting to note that Patton and I have both had our moments of seeing eye to eye with Anxiety… But you seem to remain resolute as ever in how you perceive him.

[Roman]: Look, I am the dreamer, and the one BIG thing that gets in the way of pursuing any new adventure, is fear.

[Thomas]: *holds up a pair of jeans* Took my pants off!

[Roman]: Why?!

[Patton]: Hey, now.

[Thomas]: No one can see, I don’t care.

[Logan]: Yup, we are getting your anxiety and shame back. I cannot deal with any more of this ridiculousness.

[Patton]: You put them back. Right now.

[Thomas]: Alright, fine. Well, if Anxiety’s not here, where is he?

[Roman]: Ugh, probably in his room.

[Thomas]: His room?

[Logan]: Technically, it’s the corner of your mind that you go to if you wanted to enhance your anxiety, for some reason… Or if you wanted to cathartically indulge in typically troubling emotions. Think, “the mind palace,” but specifically for Anxiety.

[Roman]: Where else do you think we come from? Where do we go?

[Patton]: Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe?

[Thomas]: So, you all have one? Oh, my goodness- more stuff I’m learning about myself. Uh, I’d rather go to Patton’s. Can we go there?

[Logan]: Nope. We need to go to Anxiety’s room to check on Anxiety. This is the priority, do you remember what we just... were talking about?

[Thomas]: Ah, okay.

[Roman]: So we’re all going to Anxiety’s room? Who knows what THAT tragic kingdom looks like? Hhmm…

[Patton]: Are you going to join us on this Thomas? ‘Cause we need you to get us all there.

[Thomas]: Yeah, it sounds fun or whatever.

[Logan]: Ohhkay. I thought I would like you without your… never-ending assembly line of predicaments, but this is truly, truly bothersome.

[Roman]: Just focus on the things that would normally make you anxious. That is the corner of your mind where we need to go. It may be difficult to go down that road-

[Thomas]: Got it.

[Roman]: ...Yeah, okay. There is no drama in this today.

[Logan]: Ugh. Into the unknown. Here we go.

[Patton]: ♪ Again on my own, going down Anxiety’s corner in Thomas’ mind… ♪

[Thomas]: Oh, I guess I’m doing this too. This is new.

-in Anxiety’s room-

[Thomas]: Woah. -chuckles- I knew I should’ve taken that left turn at Albuquerque. *snaps his fingers*

[Logan]: Uh, no. This is where we needed to go.

[Thomas]: I know, I- it was- it was just a- uhm… a joke.

*To be continued Guys, gals, and non-binary pals…*

*end card*

[Roman]: Wh- are- are you serious? A cliffhanger for a YouTube video??

[Logan]: Highly unusual… and frustrating.

[Patton]: Oh, I’m sure it won’t be that bad. How long do we have to wait?

[Logan]: According to Thomas’s schedule, just a couple of days.

[Patton]: Yay! And knowing Thomas, he’ll get this video out when he says he will, right on time.

[Logan and Roman]: Riiiight…

Oh my stars. I read this whole thing btw. I didn't actually expect you to do it. Dang.

#asks #Lee!!#reading this made me really happy for some reason #probably the memories #i love the AA ark sm

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rayesketchit42 · 4 years

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Self indulgence here, oc fanfiction.

Set in the Ducktales ‘17 universe. Ethan Cloud

Adult content story will include or mentionings of: drinking, swearing, sex violence, some slurs.

A/n I never know how to show song lyrics in writing XD forgive me. Soft start just set where ethan is so far.

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A leaf in the wind ch. 1

A young hooded crow beat and bruised fell to the ground. Looking down at the water in the gutter beside him he spat out some blood. He looked over to the ones who who did this to him

"What, you gonna do just lie there Ethan?"

Ethan, the hooded crow grinned and got back up "Nah, I'm gonna get up and beat yo punk bitch ass next!" Ethan said as he wiped his beak clean. Popping his knuckles as he looked the other bird over. Angry and ready to let that all out and this guy was just the right punching bag.

"New places to go

I've got to leave

It's time for a show

Here I am, rock you like a hurricane

Here I am, rock you like a hurricane"

Ethan belted out, along to the song playing as he made his way into his new apartment. Putting his load of boxes down and standing in the middle of the living room taking in the fact this was his new home now. Ethan was 22 now and finally making the big step into his adulthood. Moving out from his uncles’ home, after delaying that at least one year more but he was ready now. The place wasn’t much but it had what he needed at least. A single bed room with a connected half bathroom. A small kitchen that was big enough to put a table into. And the rest was the living room area. It was a bit bitter sweet, to think he wouldn’t be waking up to the sounds of his uncle’s playfully bantering well making breakfast. Wouldn’t be the one to wake up his cousin, Damien because he was out cold from another all nighter. His time of self reflection ended when he felt a box hit him in the back, he looked back to see Damien behind him.

“Ethan!” He called out “You can’t just space out like that we're trying to get the last of your stuff inside.” the young magpie said, seeming a bit annoyed.

Ethan just turned around and took the box from him as he smiled. “Sorry got side tracked there.” Walking over to the wall of boxes he placed the new on on the top of the stack. Damien joined him and looked over the boxes labels.

“Man you have a lot of junk. CDs, movies, one epsiode recorded vhs tapes, music sheets, headphones.” He started reading out loud then stopped “Why do you have a whole box for just headphones?”

Ethan just shrugged. “I just packed up anything that was mine or Uncle Clover and Jason said I could have. Like the VHS tapes, guess they were from when Clover was younger but they are all random episodes of Mr.Rogers, or Bob Ross”

Damian was quite a moment as he looked over the boxes more. "Jeez it’s really starting to set in that your not gonna be at home anymore.” Damian said then coughed trying to cover up he said anything at all. “Just..kind of weird to think about. I mean cause you can barely take care of yourself I don't know how your going to make it past a week”

“I’m not that bad, I finally know how to make my ramen noodles the best way.” Ethan retorted like that somehow made sense to prove how much of an adult he was now.

“You still have trouble reading analog, I mean clocks with hands.”

“They are hard! Why can’t all clocks be digital now?”

“If you can’t read them why do you own one" Damian pointed out as he pulled a wall clock out from the box he had been carrying earlier.

Ethan just stared at it a moment trying to think about it, then gently rubbed at his chin as he scrunched up his brow in thought “uh so that's what they mean by time catches up to you.”

Damian just stared at Ethan in silence, he had no idea how to respond to that.

“Hey, are two already fighting? Ethan you may be moving out but I will still ground you.” Jason, a hooded crow like Ethan called out from the doorway holding a stack of boxes in hand. He was followed by a king fisher shortly after. Who was only carrying one box himself.

“Not really a fight dad, more concerned Ethan’s going to die within a week.” Damain said putting the clock away.

“Well that I can understand then. I think it’s more likely to be three days though.”

“Jason. That's not nice.” The king fisher stated as he walked over to Ethan and Damian. “Ethan worked really hard to earn enough money to finally move out, have some faith in our boy. Though this place isn't the best maybe we should wait another year for a better place to open."

"Don't even Clover you already got an extra year. It's time to kick him from the nest and fall on his own." Jason said as he set the boxes he had down.

"Don't you mean fly and leave?" Damien asked.

"Nope adulthood seems all awesome but it is the nosebleed section of your favorite bands concert but you're sitting next to a giant fan. And your next in three years kiddo." Jason said smiling smugly as he did.

"Wow dad thanks I feel the love."

"Oh don't mind him Damien he's just acting tough but losing Ethan is killing him and it'll kill him again when it's you maybe worse since there won't be anymore kids after you."

“I’m not the one who broke down in the van though.” Jason was quickly fired back with.

Ethan just smiled when watching Clover turn back around to gesture something to Jason. Little things like this is what he was going to miss. Damian bricking with him, his uncle Jason not putting up with it and his uncle Clover trying to be the peacemaker between them all. Not that anything was really ever said with malice, just normal family banter. Taking shots at each other that only they could do. Ethan frowned once everything was settled they would be leavening and this place would be quiet.

Ethan was pulled out his thoughts when he felt his uncle Clover suddenly hug him. Ethan smiled and hugged him back. It was a needed comfort. With his family it didn’t take long for Jason and Damian to join in as well.

“Man I can’t believe how old you are already.” Jason said being the first to pull away and ruffled up Ethans hair. “Feels like just yesterday you were brought to live with Clov and I. Now you're moving out and jeez I better stop before I turn into a sobbing mess like Clov was.”

“I wasn’t as bad as Damian” Clover said then looked guilty after letting that slip.

Ethan looked over to Damian after hearing that Damian was quick to pull away from the hug and looked at the floor. Mumbling about how he told Clover not to say anything about that.

“I’ll miss you too, all of you but you don’t have to worry I’m still around if you need me. I’ll be fine on my own. I'm not gonna lock myself in the bathroom or anything like that.”

The other three didn't seem too convinced, but they all just gave him a smile and nodded. Jason then looked down at his wrist to check the time. Clover peaking over to see as well as he frowned and sighed.

“Well everything is unloaded now we got to get the van back and head back home before it gets late.” Clover added

“Guy’s it fine, it's not like I'm going away I’ll call you and visit and you guys are always allowed to visit me when you want to.” Ethan tried reassuring all three of them. The uncertain looks not fully fading away but they all smiled at least.

"Yeah well look before we jet off, we have a gift for you Ethan." Jason said as he looked back to his husband.

Clover happily held out a warped object to Ethan holding on to Damian the moment Ethan took it from him. Ethan excitedly ripped the colorful paper away and smiled down at his gift. A framed image of his mother.

"A photo of mom?" Ethan asked looking over the picture.

"Damine found the original and was able to fix it up." Clover said proudly hugging Damien tighter.

"You don't really have any pictures of her so I thought it. Are you seriously about to cry?"

Ethan just nodded in response as he was tearing up looking at his cousin.

Boxes unloaded, Ethan walked his Uncles and cousin out. Goodbyes being trading back and forth the whole way out. Ethan kept waving goodbye from the sidewalk. Till the van was long out of sight. Home sickness hitting again but worse he looked up his building finding the window of his apartment. He knew he had stuff to start unpacking and start on this new life, slowly getting that he's on his own. He felt his phone start to buzz and fished it out from his jacket pocket. Seeing a text from his work friend Max, asking about meeting up with him and some of the others from work. That sounded better than being alone in that quiet apartment.

"Eh, I'll unpack later" he shrugged and said to himself

#oc fic #oc story #ethan cloud

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younghosbitch · 5 years

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my hero-jaemin x reader

future avengers mcu au || fluff || super hero!jaemin + super hero!reader || warnings: some blood and injury

note: these are the avengers of the future in relation to the current cannon of the mcu (meaning only phases 1-3 as i'm writing this). the reader is the grand daughter of quicksilver (he survived in this universe), and jaemin is not related to any of the original avengers. peter parker is well into adulthood (about tony stark's age) at this point and is the leader of the avengers. there is a new avengers tower at this point, which all the avengers live in. jaemin IS from south korea in this universe, you're from an english speaking country (or can just speak english fluently, where the reader is from isn't mentioned). for no reason other than convenience, jaemin is fluent in english. I also tried to base all other avengers not previously in the mcu on existing marvel comics characters!

"quicksilver, on your left!" your leader shouted into his ear piece. "mr. parker-" you started, getting cut off by a skrull attacking you. "i appreciate the help, but uh-" another swing at you. "you shouting at me is pretty-pretty distracting-" another. "i can hear you, you're in my ear!" ironic that you shouted into his ear, but hey, you'd just been chucked a good fourty feet by an attacker, this was different.

"you alright there, quicksilver?" and despite trying to avoid getting stabbed, the name brought a smile to your face. after being recruited into the avengers by peter parker, ypu assumed the super hero identity of your grandfather, someone whom your aunt loved to tell funny stories about whenever something sparked a memory.

"yeah, mr. parker, i'm alright, sorry about that," you replied to him hastily, stabbing an enemy quickly. "it's alright, kiddo, behind you!" you ducked, planting your hands firmly on the ground in front of you before swinging your legs under and behind you, effectively tripping the nasty skrull attacking you.

"nice moves," one of your mission mates-another avenger, sean cassidy-commented, having seen your defensive maneuver.

"i don't want to hear it right now, cassidy!" you shouted, struggling to push a pending stab away from your body. "who's yelling now?" snickered another misson partner of yours-nico minoru-under her breath. "yeah, last time i checked, that was my job, (y/l/n)," sean commented.

"leave it," you heard peter warn over the intercom, which effectively shut the three of you up. you loved sean and nico, they were great, but they just loved making fun of you over the dumbest of things simply because you were in high school still. well, you and jaemin, who was currently still at the avengers tower, not allowed on this particular mission.

you watched nico struggling with some skrulls, and as you tried to get over to help, a sickening blow to your back knocked you onto your stomach and stole the breath from your lungs. it was getting very difficult to breathe, espescially since the dust from the ground was right in your face now. you heaved into your suits intercom scratchily once you attempted to flip yourself over or get up-anything that wouldn't leave you as vulnerable as being face-down in the dirt.

but somebody beat you to it, rolling you over with sevral harsh kicks to your already sensetive side. it was a skrull. you could tell he was the leader of this raid by the slight alterations in his clothing, and you immediately began to panic. "you humans just fall so easily when others are in danger," the thing scoffed at you. "empathy i believe you call it. pathetic,"

you realize all too late anna wasn't even in any danger, it was a skrull posing as her. "you bitch," you spat at the alien towering over your still heaving frame. "as if you've the right to pretend to be nico-the sister grimm. you wish," but the creature just laughed, pulling out some weapon you didn't even want to know the name of and pointing it right between your eyebrows.

you crossed your eyes trying to look at it, feeling the cold metal of the object touch your hot and sweaty face. "a little help maybe?" you murmured into your intercom. "i'm about to have my brains turned to jelly, and i'm still a virgin, damnit, somebody come get this dollar tree beast boy away from me before i come to haunt your sex lives for the rest of eternity," you complained quietly.

you could feel the weapon charging up whatever the hell it was going to shoot, and your eyes widened. you were only half-joking before, but being a cock-block for sean cassidy was looking more and more realistic of an option as you felt the heat of the weapons ammunition preparing to put a hole in your head. as well as a hole in the surrounding area. this really could be anything about to pop out of this thing.

just as you heard the noise of the blast, you really did think you were done for, but you didn't see any pearly gates or fiery tombs, so what gives? you slowly opened your eyes, just to be met with the face of none other than avengers leader peter parker standing over you. "did you die too?" you ask stupidly, causing the older man to shake his head as he leaned down to scoop you up in his arms. "we're heading home, kiddo," he told you simply.

as his bare hand made contact with your arm, you flinched, feeling mild discomfort quickly and strangely morph into terrible, awful sharp pain. you felt hot tears roll across your face, letting out heavy sobs and pleads. "i- what happened mr. parker?" you choked out. "it hurts so bad, i-i want it to go away. make it go away please,"

you were hit with a rush of cold air as you entered the ship, the coolness of your metal seat soothing the pain ever so slightly. "is my arm still there?" you asked, terrified. "yeah, but by the time i got to you, there was no stopping the blast. you were shot in the arm, and it probably hurts so bad because we don't know what he shot at you. you're gonna be okay, alright? morgan is gonna take a look at it, bub, everything is fine," peter tried to soothe you, but your sobs continued.

"it hurts so so bad, please," you understood fully well there was nothing to be done, but you really were in such pain to the point that's all you could do; beg. beg for anybody who could fix it to just stop being a dick and make it stop hurting. you felt a hand grasp yours. "you're alright kid," it was sean. he was never one to soothe, (refer to the time you found out you'd been cheated on by a boyfriend, to which his response had been 'at least you're single now') but his larger hand engulfing yours calmed your nerves, even if just slightly.

you staggered into the avengers tower, and the happy rest of the team who was waiting eagerly to greet you with smiling faces immediately began asking questions. your eyes searched for jaemin, your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found in the small group of avengers.

"jaemin, where's jaemin?" you started questioning, panicked almost. "morgan is taking a look at you now, he can wait," nico scolded, and you had no choice but to give in, the still mind-numbing pain in your arm taking all of your attention.

after a lengthy procedure you were asleep for and your arm getting put in some fancy sling, you were finally allowed to go find jaemin-or rather jaemin was finally allowed to come in and see you after waiting right outside the door the entire time morgan and shuri were working on you. "(y/n) ! hey are you okay?" he looked at morgan, "is she okay?" "chill out kid," morgan told him, even though she knew he really couldn't do that when his girlfriend was all bruised up, barely awake on some freaky operating table.

"she'll be okay," shuri told him, making sure to look him in the eyes. he nodded and let out a massive breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in the first place. the minute he'd heard you'd been badly injured, he had rushed to where you were and jumped to conclusions about how badly you would be affected.

"in case you're still worried," morgan began. "the worst she'll have is a sick battle scar, she really is okay," jaemin just nodded. "take her back to her room and help her with the small wounds, yeah? we didn't wanna mess with them just in case," which is shuri's way of saying 'we love her but we didn't want to do any extra work'.

as soon as you woke up a bit more, jaemin took you to your room where he finally got the chance to pepper your face in little kisses. "you're not ever leaving to anywhere ever for anything," he pouted into your hair as he hugged you. "except for your bed so i can clean you up and so you can sleep," you rolled your eyes and sat, to which jaemin pulled up your rolly-chair and began cleaning up your face of dirt with warm water and a wash cloth.

"does it hurt?" he asked you softly. "no, baby," you told him, smiling as a signal for him to continue. he brought out the alcohol and seperate cloth, and once he began dabbing your wounds with the disinfectant, you winced and flinched. "am i hurting you?" he asked worriedly, to which you simply shool your head.

a few minutes later and your face was all cleaned up. "just don't wear makeup until they all heal," he reminded you. "not that you need it, that is," you giggled in response to his sweet compliment. "thank you for cleaning me up, jae," you said, grabbing his face with your good hand.

"of course," he responded as he kissed your forehead. "you're my hero."

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simspaghetti · 4 years

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Chapter 1.6 (2/2)

So, we headed out early one morning as the sun was still rising to go see this place.

It was quite far out, right on the riverbank and in a semi-swampy area of town.

To be honest, I took one look at the house and thought it was beyond repair,

But Don convinced me to just come in and look at the inside at least, so we greeted the owner and took a look around

It was spacious and had potential, but overall it was undeniably a dump.

I even nearly fell through the upstairs floor! I had to clutch onto Don for support.

“There is no way we’re getting this death trap!” I shrieked, my heart still beating out of it’s chest.

“Oh come on Lola, it’s not that bad. Let me show you the spot where I fell in love with this house, then if you still say no, we can call this whole thing off.” Don argued

I paused for a moment, and then realised I better just let him show me - then at least I could say no having all the evidence

“Alright, Deal.” I grumbled

He lead me downstairs and through the sliding glass door onto the patio that overlooked a pond, and held onto my freezing hands as he spoke,

“Mi amor, can’t you just imagine sitting out here in the summer, our feet dangling in the water, our children and dogs playing in the garden and us sipping cocktails made of homegrown fruit?”

I giggled, “You’re thinking about kids already? It’s pretty soon to be doing that isn’t it?”

“Of course I am, I told you, I’m very serious about you, and I’m playing the long game.” He smiled shyly - and I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was being sincere with me

I paused for a moment, “Do you really think that this house is the one for you? Couldn’t we just get a normal little starter?”

“This is my dream Lolita, and if I don’t do it now, while I still have time to fix it up, I’m sure as hell not gonna do it when I’m working ridiculous hours as a doctor in a few years time.”

“Okay.” I agreed, “If this is your dream then I support you, even if it’s a huge mistake, let's do it. We can make this mistake together.”

“But I get to pick all of our furniture!” I added jokingly

“Yes! Ok Mr Perkins, we’re ready to buy this place!”

Mr Perkins emerged from the house

“Oh well that’s great kiddo, y’know just for you, I’m gonna lower the price! Ya’ll are the only ones who’ve made an offer on my home in the months it’s been for sale.”

As Perkins and Don talked over the details, I greeted the little black and white pug that was hanging around my feet, he was just the sweetest little thing.

“Is this your dog? He’s so cute!” I questioned as it licked my hand playfully,

“Nah, poor little stray just follows me around, but hey he seems to be takin’ a likin’ to you, why don’t you take him?”

“Really?” I gasped excitedly

“Yeah why not, he’s not gonna be going with me so I was lookin’ for some new owners anyways. He’s yours.”

We finalised all of the paperwork within a few hours

And after finishing up the details, Don and I headed home with our new little member of the family, I was excited to introduce him to Don’s other dog, Peanut.

We decided to call our little pug Robo and he was just the sweetest thing!

We were sure they were going to be best friends, it would just take a while of getting used to each other.

The whole situation was pretty surreal to me, I couldn’t believe we had actually bought our first house together! Sure, it was more of a shack than a ‘house’, but we were determined to work hard and make it our own.

I know it’s all moving really fast - But I feel like I’m definitely ready for the next step of adulthood

I can’t wait to start my life with Don by my side.

#sims #sims 3 #ts3 #lolita goth #lolita ravenwood #don lothario #robo lothario #peanut lothario #sims legacy #breathe bmtl #bmtl challenge #simblr #chapter 1.6 #sims challenge #legacy challenge

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 5 years

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Not-So Tiny Sides: The First Day After

A/N: Welp, it only took a year, haha, but we finally got up and finished this story! Forgive us for the delay or not, but, uh...yeah. Either way, we’re posting this. If you do forgive us, thank you for being patient!

Patton woke up the morning after they had all been cursed hoping everything was just some weird dream he had thought up. Then he walked out to the Common Room and found Roman in Virgil’s old clothes and Virgil biting his fingernails like he did when they were younger and he knew. That wasn’t a dream, that was yesterday, and the curse hadn’t worn off. “Hey, kiddos,” Patton said. “Where’s Logan?”

Roman looked over and shrugged. “He saw us like this, freaked out, and ran back to his room. I haven’t the faintest what he thinks that will achieve.”

Patton felt a sinking in his stomach. Already, he could feel himself slipping into a place where he would feel safer, but he couldn’t do that, not if everyone else needed him. He sat down on the table in front of the couch and sighed. “Well, we’ll make sure he’s okay in a minute. Right now, we have to do a little more research into what this thing is, exactly. And we should probably bring Thomas into it.”

Virgil whimpered at that and shook his head. “No. No no no.”

Patton rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you don’t want to, kiddo, but he’s gonna find out one way or the other. Isn’t it better for him to be prepared if something happens?”

Virgil looked him over, and Patton did his best to look entirely open without showing how scared he was about this whole thing. After an eternity, Virgil swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”

Patton nodded. “So, we have two options: get into what this is, and then tell Thomas, or tell Thomas first and then research with him.”

Roman shrugged. “I mean he’s going to know either way, why don’t we just tell him now?”

“‘Cause what if there’s bad stuff about it that we don’t know yet?” Virgil asked.

Patton was about to respond when he found himself sinking out of the Mind Palace and summoned into Thomas’ living room, where Logan was already standing, sucking his thumb. “Hey, Pat,” Thomas said casually. “Care to explain why, exactly, Logan is sucking his thumb, and what happened yesterday that he keeps mumbling about?”

Oh. Thomas was more than a little irritated, and that was not how Patton wanted to go into things. “I’ve only done a little bit of research myself, Thomas, but uh...Roman-took-us-on-a-quest-and-the-Dragon-Witch-cursed-everyone.”

Thomas sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Cursed you how, exactly?”

“Uh...she replaced something about our coping mechanisms so that instead of handling stress or work like we would normally, we go through this thing, as far as I know it’s called age regression? And it’s where someone basically acts like a child or has childlike behavior for whatever reason. Apparently one of the things Logan does is...he sucks his thumb.”

Thomas looked between Logan, who was staring at Patton with betrayal on his face even as he kept his thumb in his mouth, and Patton himself, who was starting to worry about Thomas’ reaction, and how the others might behave if he kept acting irritated. “You’ve got to be joking.”

Patton winced. “Uh...sorry, Thomas, but I’m dead serious.”

“I am going to kill Roman,” Thomas muttered.

“Don’t do that!” Patton exclaimed. “He blames himself enough! And besides, everyone is already only barely holding on by a thread! Do you really want to make someone besides Logan slip up? Virgil’s already jittery and Roman did not take everything well yesterday. No blaming anyone!”

Thomas just groaned and waved a hand toward Roman’s corner, causing the creative aspect to rise up, still in Virgil’s old clothes. Roman took one look at Thomas and immediately shrank back and away. “I’m-sorry-I’m-sorry-I’m-sorry,” he immediately started saying so fast Patton could barely make it out.

When Thomas held up a hand Roman stopped, but not without shoving a fist in front of his mouth, or unshed tears in his eyes. “You guys really like making my life difficult. Where’s Virgil?”

On cue, Virgil appeared on the steps, still chewing on his fingernails. “Don’t do that!” he whined. “I don’t like being alone suddenly for no good reason.”

Thomas’ eyebrows raised and Virgil shrunk in on himself slightly. “It’s Roman’s fault,” he defended.

“Is not!” Roman exclaimed.

“Is so!” Virgil said.

“You said yesterday it wasn’t my fault!” Roman shot back.

“He also was an adult when he said that,” Patton gently pointed out. “It’s a lot easier to blame someone else as a kid when you’re scared, Roman. Virgil’s just freaking out a little, which is completely allowed under the circumstances.”

Thomas blinked and turned to Patton. “Since when are you the mediator?”

“Since I’m the only level-headed adult left in the room,” Patton muttered under his breath. Out loud he said, “Well, someone has to do it, and they obviously can’t.”

Thomas shot him a look that Patton took to mean Thomas had probably heard what he said under his breath, but he was going to let that subject matter drop for now. “Okay, so that explains the why. Do we know the how?” Thomas asked. “And more importantly, do we know the how to change this back?”

“No and no,” Logan said, removing his thumb from his mouth. “There was obviously some sort of inhalant in the smoke that we were forced to breathe in from the Dragon Witch. Beyond that I haven’t the faintest what could have occurred, scientifically speaking, to cause this.”

“Hey, welcome back, Logan!” Patton said with forced cheer. Someone else was adult now, which only made him further feel like he had to slip. He scrambled for shreds of his adulthood but all the emotions running higher than normal just knocked him off his feet completely. Without warning, his hands starting moving rapidly left to right at the wrist joint as his anxieties rose.

Virgil looked over at him. “You good, Pat?”

Patton just forced a smile and nodded.

Virgil narrowed his eyes. “Liar,” he said.

Though there wasn’t any real venom behind the statement, Patton felt hurt, and he was sure it showed on his face. His hand rocking just sped up into overtime.

Virgil tentatively got up, walked over, and gave Patton a hug. Patton stiffened at the first touch, but soon melted into the embrace, bringing his hands around Virgil’s middle and trying to stop the shaking that had started to take over his body. “It’s okay,” Virgil murmured. “It’s okay, Pat.”

“No it’s not,” Patton said softly, but with conviction. “It’s not, and that’s the problem.”

Virgil sighed and nodded. “But no use working yourself up over it, now is there?”

Patton closed his eyes and a few tears leaked out, but he said nothing, only hugged Virgil tighter. Virgil rubbed circles on Patton’s back, and when Patton felt marginally better he pat Virgil on the back twice to let him go.

Virgil went back to his spot and Patton wiped his few remaining tears away. “Sorry,” he said. “Got a little carried away, there...”

“I fail to understand why you would apologize for merely expressing emotions, when logically speaking, that’s a majority of your function,” Logan said.

“Eh, it’s what the emotions say I should do,” Patton joked.

Logan squinted at him, and Patton shifted on his feet. Did he say or do something wrong? Was he not allowed to joke about this? What was going on? “You appear to be the oldest out of all of us when this thing...occurs. Any idea why that might be?”

Patton shrugged helplessly. “Nope. Do you have any idea why?”

Logan shook his head. “Were I under duress to find an answer, I would say that perhaps because you are used to indulging in childlike behaviors, you were affected less than those of us who put on a more forced sense of maturity. However, there is no way to test that hypothesis.”

Thomas sighed and shook his head. “Well that explains why my emotions have been everywhere and I’ve overall felt off-balance. What do we do now?”

“I would recommend looking into this more,” Logan said. “With knowledge comes the possibility of staving off whatever caused this until more opportune times.”

Thomas nodded, and looked everyone over. “Well, it looks like you and me might be the ones to focus on the research, Logan, I don’t know if anyone else is currently up to it.”

Patton dropped his head in guilt. He didn’t mean to cause a problem, honest, it just...sort of happened.

There was a hand on his shoulder and Patton looked up to find Thomas looking him over. “You can’t blame yourself for this, Patton,” Thomas said. “Any of it. And that includes how you feel. Come on, let’s look around the apartment for a bit, I’m sure we could find something that you might like to do. I probably have an old coloring book or two somewhere.”

Patton smiled and nodded at the offer. And such went the rest of the morning. Logan was doing research on the computer, Roman was scrawling stories in the margins of old papers, and Virgil seemed content to curl up under a blanket and doze.

By lunch they had a bit more information about what age regression was, and ways that they could find small releases if there was no way around feeling different, but had no idea what they could do to reverse this. It was around lunch that Roman brought up the possibility no one wanted to wonder about. “What if we can’t change this back?” Roman asked.

“Well, logically speaking, I suppose that we would set up some sort of...schedule for release from responsibilities so we’re not all stuck in various stages of regression,” Logan said.

“That’s not a bad idea to set up anyway,” Thomas pointed out. “Each day someone could have the opportunity to regress, and if they don’t take it there could be a second chance for someone else. And we just rotate through the week.”

Patton looked up from the paper he was doodling on. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” he said. “Maybe Logan could have Mondays, Virgil Tuesdays, Roman Thursdays, and myself Fridays? Weekends are fair game for everyone, and Wednesday is a day where we all try to be adult.”

Logan thought about it. “I could switch days with you, Patton. There’s no need for you to go last.”

Patton shrugged. “You said yourself I seem the least affected by the curse. Only makes sense that I would be able to mostly wait longer too.”

Logan looked like he wanted to protest but ultimately shrugged it off. “If you insist,” he said. “I can type up a schedule and save it to the computer so there’s no fights over who does what on which day.”

Patton nodded idly and everyone else murmured agreement. Already, Patton felt stuck inside his own head again. What would happen if they couldn’t change this back? What if the curse just made them worse and worse and it never stopped? There were too many ways this could go wrong, and Patton couldn’t account for all of them. He curled up in a ball and tried to force himself to think happy thoughts, but it wasn’t working.

Virgil came over and draped part of his blanket over Patton. “It’s gonna be okay,” Virgil whispered. “We all have each other, we’re gonna get through this.”

Yeah, Patton supposed that was true. Even if this curse lasted a while, they would still have each other, and that was important.

Okay. Yeah, he could get through this.

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ficsandpieces · 5 years

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Hi there!! I love your writings and was wondering if you could do a little thingy on how well or not all does Papa! QN deals with their kids when they were potty training??

I honestly love the things that come up during open prompt requests, I really do. XD

My gut feeling tells me Camus and Ranmaru would very probably leave this bit to their wives, but for the sake of this prompt all the papas are very hands on and involved.

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papa!Ranmaru:

Sets his resolve by budgeting less for diapers

(I am convinced that Ranmaru still takes charge of, or at the very least looks over the household budget even after marriage. The man has deep-rooted money issues.)

Has an extremely interesting search history accumulated during break time, from “FAST potty training” to “Potty training for cats” to “Why the hell is my kid’s poop green???”

Even furtively did a quick stop by the kids section of the studio to snitch some childcare magazines from the reception

You have never seen a man in heavier disguise than Ranmaru when he was out buying the potty seat

“Alright, kiddo. You ready? We’re gonna do this now and we’re gonna do this right.”

Has a towel tied around his forehead and another hanging from his neck

This is a man prepared for a fierce battle

Stays by his kid the whole time

The cats came in as curious bystanders at first and end up being used as examples

“Look, even Ikko knows how to crap in the sandbox. The potty’s just a bigger version of that, yeah?”

Delighted fist pumps and crowing when the first poop is successfully discharged

Has the biggest grin on his face as he holds his kid up to the sink to wash their hands

I picture him gleefully setting up a bonfire with the remaining diapers his kid doesn’t need anymore and grinning like a manic by the light of burning cotton, but in all honestly he’s most likely to either pass them on to Ai (who’s the next to achieve fatherhood after Ranmaru has his youngest) or set up an anonymous account and sell them online (again with Ai’s help).

papa!Camus:

“What strange phenomenon is this? WOMAN, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN FEEDING HER?!”

Again, another papa who is horrified at the fact that his little angel’s poop comes in strange colors

Gathered all the books he had on potty training

Probably shut himself up in his study just to draw up war plans

Shadowed his daughter for days for signs that she’s ready to take the next step out of diapers and into the bathroom

His S/O had no idea that tailor-made training pants (woven with 100% of the finest, softest cotton no less) were a thing until now

His little girl got a custom made training potty too

Polished to shine as brightly as the bathroom tiles

Towered over his daughter with his arms folded and the sternest look on his face in what he thought to be an encouraging way

His S/O had to come and push him out to relieve the tension that was making his little girl almost burst into tears from the stress

Minutes later, the long, deep notes of a desolate tune flowed through the air

Behold Camus sorrowfully playing the cello right outside the bathroom, his sculpted face filled with anguish for not being able to be there for his little princess in her time of need

The only consolation he is able to provide is music which, if enough to sooth the angry beast, would hopefully be enough to help his angel relax and do what needed to be done

Not for the first time, Camus’ S/O found herself wondering why on earth she married this ridiculous man

Wiped the sweat from his brow in relief, threw open his arms and fiercely embraced his daughter when she finally exits the bathroom, mission accomplished

Kisses the top of her head while rumbling about how his angel has taken yet another step towards adulthood

He looked so conflicted at this realization of his little girl growing up his S/O found herself rubbing his back and remembering it was because he was this hopeless towards the strangest things that she couldn’t leave him alone in the first place

Special cake was baked to celebrate the end of another stressful milestone (for both father and daughter)

papa!Ai:

INTENSE DATA COLLECTION MODE ACTIVATED

EXCEL SPREADSHEETS GALORE

PIE CHARTS AND LINE GRAPHS

COMMENCING ANALYSIS OF HOW OFTEN HIS SON’S DIAPERS NEEDED TO BE CHANGED ON A DAILY BASIS SO THAT HE CAN GET THE AVERAGE OF HOW OFTEN HE WILL NEED TO GO POTTY, HENCE DERIVING THE ESTIMATED TIMES OF THE DAY THAT WOULD BE THE OPTIMAL FOR POTTY TRAINING

Is that parent who follows his child around with the ever present question of “Do you need to go?”

“It’s supposed to be instinctual, but tell me if you feel any urges.”

This was actually quite an educational experience for Ai too, since he himself has never had to use the bathroom

It’s one of the milestones marked for his boy’s development, so naturally Ai does his research months beforehand

Even goes and asks the rest of QN for their experiences to gather more data

All bets are off on whether Ai will take photographs of his son’s first potty experience (for future reference, in case he succeeds in having a second child)

papa!Reiji:

Hooooo boy

One man cheer-leading squad

Encourages whichever baby is on the throne to poop to the tune of maracas shaking

Loads of encouragement

“Whoever goes potty first gets dibs on Daddy’s special bento!”

Pesters Ranmaru for tips and pointers beforehand

(“They’ll go when they gotta go.”

“Aww, c’mon Ranran, you gotta give me to work with!”

“It’s just shit, Reiji. They’ll figure it out themselves.”)

Took lots and lots of photographs of his babies sitting on their matching plastic potties (with dancing cacti holding maracas painted on them for some reason)

(There is a high chance of his twins dying of embarrassment when they’re older and Reiji produces photographic evidence of how cute they were when they were just babies, which would naturally include their potty training days)

#utapri #uta no prince sama #papa!QN #Reiji Kotobuki #ranmaru kurosaki #camus #ai mikaze #papa!Ranmaru #papa!Reiji #papa!Camus #papa!Ai #headcanons #papa!qn prompt fest #Answering asks

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midnightmarev · 4 years

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Hide and Seek

AO3 link.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Platonic everyone. But if you squint, you might see some Loceit and Remile.

Summary: Ever wonder how Virgil always wins in hide and seek? Well, wonder no more, for I have the answer right here!

Author’s note: This is inspired by an incorrect Sanders Sides quote I made on Twitter. That quote was inspired by me writing down cosplay ideas, Virgil and Patton playing hide and seek with each other and Virgil "cheating", finding Patton super quick ;)

This is basically just fluff and Virgil being a sneaky bean.

Hide and Seek

A knock sounded on his door. Virgil groaned. Why couldn’t he just sleep? It was only, what? 11 am?

“Hey, kiddo?” Patton. “Roman and I have arranged a day out in the Imagination. Are you even up?” he added after a moment of hesitation, sounding disapproving.

‘No, I’m not, but it’s not like I can say that to you’ Virgil thought to himself. “Yeah, I’m up. Just, uh, dosing of a bit. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Yay!” Patton left. Ugh, what did they have planned this time? Horseback riding was bad enough; his rear still hurt a bit, by the way, Princey!

Virgil got out of bed and got dressed before he went to his bathroom to put on his make-up. What? He still liked to keep up his aesthetics even though they weren’t filming. Sure, they were going outside in the Imagination, and it would probably be ruined, but he still liked it, okay?!

It’d been about ten minutes since Patton had knocked on his door when he finally ventured downstairs to the commons. Patton was bouncing on his feet, keeping himself from jumping Virgil with a hug. Logan sat on the couch reading. Looked like he didn’t want to be there, either, but when faced with Patton, one can’t say no. He’ll only give you his puppy-dog-eyes, and you’ll be in a puddle on the floor.

Roman was sporting his outdoor clothes. He always did when they went into the Imagination. Didn’t want to ruin his prince outfit. He looked rather disgusted with something Remus had said before swatting his playfully on the arm. Same old.

What surprised Virgil was that Deceit was there. He usually didn’t want to partake in outdoor activities because of his reptilian traits. Roman and Patton must have made sure it was the perfect temperature. Dee was currently leaning up against Logan, eyes closed, basking in Logan’s body heat.

As Virgil came to a stop in front of Patton, he heard another door open and close. Virgil opened his arms to give Patton permission to hug him. And hug him he did!

“Alright, babes! Save some of him for me, would ya?” Virgil’s eyes widened. Patton invited Sleep as well? Or Remy, as the fanders had dubbed him. A name he now proudly wore.

Patton slowly released Virgil from the embrace. “Heya Remy! So happy you decided to come! Is Emile coming as well?” Wait, Patton invited Emile, too? Who else did he ask to join? Anton, the Critic? Antagonist? October?

“Yep! My boo will be down any moment now. Had to wrap up practising some lines for Thomas’ upcoming Cartoon Therapy episode. Now, as for you, Virgil,” Remy said, turning to look at Virgil. “You better stop pulling those long nights, mister! I am missing out on so many parties because you keep Thomas up all night with me trying to put him to sleep!” Remy exclaimed before pulling Virgil into a hug, this one lighter than Patton’s.

“You stayed up all night again, Virgil? That’s why you sounded so sleepy when I knocked on your door,” Patton chided. Virgil winched.

“Yeah, sorry, Pat. Bad habit,” Virgil said, very apologetically. Time to change the subject, because now all eyes were on him and he did not like that! “So, eh, what are we doing in the Imagination?”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “Hide and seek!” he exclaimed excitedly. Roman’s eyes lit up as well, as did Remus’, mostly because now he had an excuse for getting in the dumpsters. The rest of the sides gave off groans of various lengths and volume, the most pronounced being Logan.

“Ugh, again?” Virgil asked in disbelief. That was just as bad as horseback riding! It was physically requiring! You have to actively do something.

“Awe, come now Emo Nightmare. It’ll be fun! Or are you just scared because you know you’ll lose?” Roman smirked at Virgil. Oh, it was on!

“In your dreams, Princey. I know I’ll win. I always do. Remember?” Virgil snarked back. Virgil had the perfect strategy, one they always fell for no matter how many times they played hide and seek.

“Ooh, sounds like we need to settle some drama in a game of ‘Hide and Seek’,” Remy interjected, always one for drama.

“What’s that about drama and hide and seek?” Emile now entered the commons as well, his usual outfit in place. A young figment at his side was something they weren’t expecting, though. “Oh, this is Qikkie, by the way. I’m training her to become a therapist so she can help the other figments when I’m too busy,” Emile explained at the curious, and confused glances sent their way by the sides. Well, all except Remy, but he had his own young figment under tutorage, so of course he wasn’t surprised by Qikkie.

“Salutations, Qikkie, and welcome to the common rooms of the mindscape. Will you be joining us in the Imagination today?” Logan questioned, speaking up for the first time. Deceit still sat at his side, eyes now open at the mention of a new member to the famILY.

She looked up at Emile, who nodded at her. “I think I’ll skip this time, mister Logan. Reina is getting addicted to coffee,” Qikkie said, giving a pointed look at Remy. “And I’d rather she doesn’t go too far, like a certain someone in this room, right now.” Everyone looked at Remy, giving him variously pointed and disapproving looks.

“What?” Remy drawled, innocently taking a sip from the Starbucks coffee cup in his hand.

“Anygay,” Roman broke the silence. “Now that we’re all here, should we get going on an adventure?”

“Sure, Princey, if you call it an adventure to lose in hide and seek,” Virgil quipped, not missing a beat. That earned him a few offended princey noises. Virgil snickered.

“Play nice, kiddos. Roman, if you would?” Patton asked at which Roman responded with snapping his fingers and they all appeared in the Imagination.

They appeared in a rather large garden out in the country. There was a henhouse built into the messy garage leading out to at rather spacious chicken coop. The chicken coop had half-walls made of large roof tiles dug half into the ground to keep foxes from digging under and getting in. The chickens were outside in the coop. Usually, they would be out in the garden, but there were young chicks amongst them, so they stayed inside the coop to make sure they made it to adulthood — no doubt due to Patton’s presence.

There were fields to each side of the house accompanying the garden, and a small forest in the far end of the garden. Bushes and trees stood spread all over the garden as well as a swingset. One tree, in particular, stood out as it was the biggest of them all and held a treehouse in its treetop. Over-the-top, just like Princey.

All in all, the garden looked like a mess, chaos, but with a system in it, just like Virgil liked it best.

“Alright, Panic! At The Everywhere,” Roman broke Virgil from his thoughts. “If you think you can beat us, why don’t you start counting?” Ignoring the playful nickname, Virgil smirked.

��Gladly, sir Sing-A-Lot. Prepare to lose,” Virgil quipped back, lifting his hands to his eyes, starting to count to one hundred. This was going to be easy.

Virgil heard a lot of rustling while counting from the other sides and two figments finding hiding spots. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“…98…99…100!” Virgil made sure the last three numbers were audible to the entire garden. “Ready or not, here I come!” he sing-songed.

Virgil smirked to himself before shouting one particular fraise. “I HATE MYSELF!”

A distant “WHAT?!” was heard from behind the chicken coop, as well as some rustling. Before long Virgil could see Patton’s head. “I WILL PHYSICALLY FIGHT YOU!”

When Patton saw Virgil staring at his with a smirk on his face, Patton’s face contorted into one of understanding of what had just happened. “Oh, darn,” Patton said with a gesture of his arm before getting up and walking towards Virgil.

“Don’t worry, Pat. It was a good hiding spot,” Virgil smiled at Patton while giving him a pat on the back (pun intended). He then turned in the direction of Logan’s most likely hiding spot and shouted “INFINITESIMAL!”

A faint voice was heard from the henhouse, Logan’s pride, but soon grew in volume. “That was oNE TIME!!!” He always reacted when you mentioned that word, no exceptions.

With a smirk still on his face, Virgil walked to the henhouse and stuck his head inside the door to view Logan in the corner next to the door. “Hey, Lo.”

Logan slightly jumped before narrowing his eyes at Virgil. “Mother fu-” And that was Virgil’s cue to back out. As he walked back out from the garage to Patton, a series of unintelligible swears and grumbles could be heard from the henhouse. Virgil couldn’t help but snicker at that. Logan was no doubt pacing from wall to wall, fuming. Best to let him cool off.

“He’ll be out in a minute,” Virgil said when Patton gave him a questioning look. “Now. I have a pretty good idea where Princey is buuut; I wanna watch his reaction.” Virgil was wearing an evil smile. Oh, this would be so much fun. “DISNEY MOVIE NIGHT IS CANCELLED!”

A pained (and affronted and indignant) cry was heard from the treehouse. Definitely Roman.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! OH, CRUEL WORLD! PLEASE LET IT NOT BE TRUE!!” Roman cried out before his head popped out of a window.

Virgil stood at the base of the tree’s trunk, smirking up to Roman. “Found you, Princey,” he said, and before Roman could react, Virgil had left again.

Patton just sat at the tables and benches set in the middle of the garden field, laughing at their antics. He soon waved Roman to join him so they could chat. Logan still hadn’t come out from the henhouse, so Patton really wanted some company that wasn’t the adorable mix-breed black dog, Happy. She matched his personality so well, but Patton would also like some human company while Virgil worked on finding the rest.

Virgil smiled to himself. This next one should be a piece of cake. Or rather, a piece of deodorant. He lifted his hand towards his mouth to form a trunk and shouted “FREE DEODORANT!! NEW FLAVOUR!!”

Not even a split-second after he had uttered those words, a demonic screeching followed by a loud “WEEEEEEE!!!” was heard from behind the outer walls of the house from the dumpster area. A streak of green was all you could see, and not even a second later, Remus stood in front of Virgil. If he had a tail, he would be wagging it furiously.

He pouted when he realised he had just lost the game and it was just a ruse. No deodorant. Well, he would just have to manage with the two deodorants he had in his shoulder pads.

Logan still hadn’t come out of the henhouse and Roman was taking his sweet, sweet time exiting the treehouse, grumbling to himself. Patton was playing fetch with Happy, and Remus had taken out on of his deodorants from his shoulder pads and went to join them.

Who to choose next? Remy or Deceit? Both were quite easy, after all. He looked over towards Remus who was munching on some deodorant he got from who knows where. Virgil then smirked. “Remy it is, then,” Virgil said, filling his lungs with air. “FREE STARBUCKS IS CANCELLED!!”

Fwump. Something, most likely some wood, fell to the floor in the garage. “Oh, you better be lyin’ hon!” A loud slurp was heard a moment later. Virgil peeked his head inside the garage once again, smirking at Remy. “Oh, you are so dead, Virgie. I’ll get Logan out of the henhouse,” he added when he heard Logan’s grumbling from the henhouse.

Virgil had no doubt that Emile was close. Those two never hid far from each other. But Emile was a bit harder to flush out. He needed to think. What would get Emile super-hyped (cartoons) or make him react in outrage? Hmm… OH! Steven Universe Future was about to air!

Once again, Virgil called out, albeit quieter. “Steven Universe Future just got cancelled!!”

Bump. “What?!” Emile came into his vision with distress on his face. “They can’t! It’s supposed to be even better than the movie!”

Remy had finally gotten Logan to chill and came up Emile. “He’s using dirty tricks, babes,” he winked.

“Huh? Oh, right. I knew that!” Emile went outside with Remy, Logan and Virgil. “Oh, you’ve found everyone already!”

“Nope, not yet. Still missing Dee. And I have the perfect way to get him out of whatever hole he crawled into,” Virgil smirked, lifting his hand. A whoosh was heard, and in Virgil’s was now a bowler hat. Deceit’s spare one.

“Oh, you’re so dead, babes. DeeDee will be piiissed,” Remy snorted.

Virgil just shrugged and called out as loud as he could. “I HAVE DECEIT’S SPARE BOWLER HAT!! AND I CAN DO WITH IT AS I PLEASE!!”

The ground trembled a bit next where Virgil stood. He looked down and noticed a snake hole. Of course.

In 5 seconds, a snake emerged, and Deceit shapeshifted to his normal form to stand next to Virgil. “You WHAT?! I told you not to touch my shit!” Deceit said, grabbing at the bowler hat. It disappeared as soon as he touched it. An illusion. Deceit blinked once. Blinked twice. Then looked around him to see the others. “Oh. I totally didn’t fall for that.”

Virgil coughed to gain the others’ attention. “Found you all. Now let’s go back to bed.” And with that, Virgil turned around and walked away, back to his room, to continue sleeping.

Roman had now joined the others at the tables-and-benches set and had an unreadable expression on his face.

“… why do we keep falling for that?” he asked to no one in particular.

---

Inside the mindscape, Qikkie and Reina were laughing their asses off. They had conjured a mirror that was linked to the Imagination so they could follow the events of this day’s game of hide and seek.

“Oh, my! They are so stupid! I can’t even-” Reina laughed. “I can’t breathe!”

“Those boys are a bunch of idiots, alright!” Qikkie agreed.

Their laughter had calmed down a bit when they saw that Virgil was on his way back. He could’ve easily just sunk out, but - even though he would never admit it - he liked the theatrics of a dramatic exit.

Qikkie still had her focus on the rest of the sides in the Imagination when she heard a slurping sound followed by an “Ah”. She then slowly turned around. And pounced.

“Give me that!” she demanded when Reina evaded her.

“Never!” Reina laughed, running off, coffee cup in hand. “You’ll never get me alive!” she said over her shoulder.

Virgil entered the mindscape, watching the two newest figments chase after one-another, smiling to himself as he closed his door to once again return to the sweet, sweet thing called sleep.

All the while, Qikkie chased Reina all around the mindscape.

Endnotes: Alright. The garden and animals I described, was my garden and animals. I finally found an excuse for writing Patton meeting my dog, Happy. We don't have a treehouse though. But we do have chickens and a garage and a henhouse built into the garage. And the situation with the chickens is what we're facing right now. We lost all our chicks and almost all our hens last year to either the fox or some disease/weak immune system, so we're doing everything to make sure they grow up and such.

Qikkie and Reina are my original characters as well as my Morality and Creativity. In that order.

Please leave a comment/reblog. I would love to hear what you thought about this.

Come check out my Twitter and chat with me, if you want to, that is.

Thank you for reading. Take it easy guys, gals, and non-binary pals!

Ba-bye!

#dahlia writes #sanders sides #one-shot #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #ts deceit #ts remus #ts remy #ts emile picani #original characters #bunch of fluff #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #games in the imagination #inspired by incorrect quote #virgil uses dirty tricks #but can you call it cheating?

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dawnfelagund · 6 years

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Character Ask: Caranthir

@fefe-homu-akemi, @floralegium, and Anonymous asked for Caranthir, so here goes!

Favorite Thing: I wrote a pretty lengthy defense of Caranthir, who I believe was misrepresented by the narrator of The Silmarillion. I’m not going to rehash that now, but one of the points I make is that he, along with Finrod Felagund, is among the most cosmopolitan of the Noldor: He forms positive relationships with many groups of people outside his own culture. Where Finrod is lauded for this, however, the same actions in Caranthir are downplayed or negatively represented.

Least Favorite Thing: For all of the Fëanorians so far, I’ve discussed their violence for this item, so let’s consider that boilerplate at this point. For Caranthir specifically, I wish he hadn’t told off his damned cousins about their palling around with Thingol. It’s a regrettable moment that Pengolodh seems to lean on heavily in his assessment of Caranthir and that looms large in the imaginations of fans as well, when they take Pengolodh’s word or, in the case of fanworks creators, otherwise develop a character that would act like this routinely rather than looking at his other actions (such as his success in relating to diverse people).

Favorite Line: “Then Caranthir looked kindly upon Men and did Haleth great honour ...” (The Silmarillion, “Of the Coming of Men into the West”)

This is evidence of the Favorite Thing but also ... man oh man, there is so much mystery embedded in those two words “great honour.” Is it simply what The Silmarillion tells us he offered her? Or is there more there? Up to and including a romantic relationship?

brOTP: Caranthir is very much a one-man wolfpack in my mind. In fact, given the number of positive relationships he forged with other people, I imagine him wearily doing his best to behave to cultivate and maintain those connections because he knows he has to but silently shaking his fist at the universe for putting him, of all people, in such an ironic position.

(In this, I relate to him a lot. I’m deeply introverted. And I’m also a middle-school teacher, and a good one--I won Teacher of the Year last year at my school. I excel at building relationships with my students, and not just the ones who are like me. So I run the gamut from warm-hearted and constantly smiling with my kiddos to a snarling misanthrope at home. I’m exaggerating a little on the last one but, yeah, I get Caranthir.)

OTP: I love Haleth/Caranthir, but my OTP for Caranthir is his wife, Taryindë (as she is called in my verse). They grew up together, both were rather awkward (really awkward, in Caranthir’s case) and experimented with each other as teenagers, and eventually married. They had two daughters, who were born in Middle-earth and survived through the First Age.

There are spoilers for future stories ahead.

Taryindë went to the Nirnaeth with her husband but agree not to ride into battle because, after all, they had two youngish children and one of their parents should survive to see them into adulthood. Only, in the grand tradition of Tolkien’s women, she did ride into battle, unbeknownst to Caranthir. When she found him unconscious on the battlefield, she defended his body with her own and saved his life.

When he woke up, she was gone. He never learned what happened to her.

(Yes, I will write this story someday but at the rate I’m going I’ll be about 73.)

nOTP: I mean, I guess Nerdanel again? I really don’t do the hardcore shipping thing where liking one pairing more than others automatically rules the others out. Caranthir is sexually precocious on the sly in my verse--this idea is explored most fully in The Sovereign and the Priest--so my imagination has already gone all sorts of places.

Random Headcanon: It’s not terribly random because I feel like it’s the elephant in the room where my Caranthir is concerned. It’s definitely the most obvious fanon that my writing has created: the idea that Caranthir was unusually sensitive to the thoughts and emotions of others. He is also not fully bound by time: He is able to perceive things in the past and the future the way that you or I could look off into the distance in place.

I’ve written many times before about where this idea came from. Essentially, I was trying to explain his animosity to the sons of Finarfin, which didn’t seem to make much sense to me. As far as Finwëans go, they are pretty harmless, at least based on what we see in the texts.

(Had I tackled this question a few years later, once I had access and had read parts of the HoMe, I probably would have gone with him being jealous of their friendship with Celegorm and Curufin, while he--stuck in the middle--was overlooked. But I was a baby in the Silm fandom when I tackled this question, hadn’t read any of the HoMe, and developed my characterization of Caranthir as a result.)

Because of his heightened sensitivity to others--a trait we know ran in Finarfin’s branch of the family tree as well--Angrod and Aegnor were able to be unkind to him without others perceiving it. Much of this centered on the fact that Caranthir had a crush on their brother’s betrothed, Amarië, which they found out about. And Caranthir was very awkward and had trouble controlling his emotions--being a constant radio tower for others’ unfiltered feelings will do that to a person--so he provided them with plenty of fodder.

(I also honestly wanted to write mindspeak in a way that wasn’t a bunch of characters sitting around and thinking at each other, which was how it was usually written at the time. I mean, imagine explaining taste or smell to a being that doesn’t have it; I tried to do that with Caranthir’s perceptions.)

Anyway, from this came my Caranthir, who is strange to the point that he is off-putting to others; in my recent Cradle of Stars, Anairë calls him “the wild one who’d been born half-mad.” Hence, also, Pengolodh’s eagerness to depict him as angry--he certainly would have looked that way at times, to those who did not know him well.

Of course, I’ve since taught many a Caranthir. @heartofoshun first suggested that Caranthir was on the autism spectrum. I never intended that reading but certainly don’t mind him being read that way at all! I’ve worked most of my career with boys with emotional disabilities and have a lot of empathy and love for people for whom interacting with the world isn’t always easy. In retrospect, even though it wasn’t my intention at the time, I’m glad I gave one of them a prominent place in my verse.

Unpopular Opinion: I suppose my argument that he was not as awful as Pengolodh claims wouldn’t be popular among the anti-Fëanorians, who have always been a significant part of the Silm fandom and who lean rather heavily on the belief (the word is very intentionally used) that the Fëanorians were not fallen but evil to begin with.

Otherwise, my Caranthir has been popular over the years, which is ironic, because in the conservative moment in Tolkien fandom history when I began writing, I was convinced that I would be excoriated for my writing of him so beyond the bounds of what Tolkien gave us (although always informed by the canon). The exact opposite happened for the most part.

Song I Associate with the Character: Bush, “Glycerine.” (Actually, the much of the angsty ‘90s alternative catalogue could fit Caranthir. He has Stabbing Westward and Linkin Park on permanent repeat.)

Favorite Image: Caranthir by @albuum. Because Caranthir is a character that I have such a strong sense of, I often find artwork that I like but don’t particularly connect to as my Caranthir. This one is pretty doggone close and features his wife too. *happy sigh*

#caranthir #silmarillion #tolkien #character ask meme

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acetarisborn · 6 years

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Trust - Chapter 1

Summary: Since Deceit’s appeareance Virgil has been worried that he will use any of the others against him as well.

Pairings: Platonic Moxiety and probably some mentions of Anxceit

Content Warnings: self-deprecation, negative thinking, mention of abusive friendship or relationship, manipulation from Deceit

Notes: Alright, this is my first fanfic ever so I don’t know if it will be good, I really have this idea in my head for a while and I finally am posting it, please don’t judge it that hard.…

I hope you like it.

A week had passed since Deceit had revealed himself to Thomas, since that Virgil started to remember that time when he was one of them, that time with him came to his mind. And now Thomas knew that he existed, he even tried to take Patton’s place for a whole day.

Virgil couldn’t get it, why everyone acted so calm after that?

They were all normal, like if nothing happened. Roman, Logan, even Patton were happy and moving on from that, but not him, he was now more on guard than ever, looking at every place in the mind palace and checking on the others.

Roman was interrupted while performing in the middle of the theatre, Logan got annoyed some times when he forgot to put the books he moved back in it’s place and Patton… well, Patton was Patton.

It was morning again and after a while of being in his room he got out to meet everyone in the kitchen.

Logan was reading a book, sitting in the table with Roman, he didn’t even needed to got his sight out of the pages to knew that Virgil was there

“Hello, Virgil”

“Greetings, dark and stormy night” Roman greeted him with the theartical tone he used normally, at least this name wasn’t that bad than the others

“Now, Roman. Remember what we talked about the names?” Patton said from the kitcken, he was using an apron and had an spatula in his hand, obviously he was making breakfast since the other two didn’t know how to cook

“Hey kiddo! Did you had a good night?”

“Hey Pat, I guess I did”

He strangely wasn’t lying this time, that night was weirdly calm, he could say almost too calm for his like.

“Happy to hear that, Virge. Want some eggs and bacon?” The happy guy said lifting a pan with the said food, some oil fell into his arm but he just said “Ow!” and kept smilimg

“Sure” The anxious side answered with an small smile, he sat in the table with the others next to Logan because there was no way he will be next sir sing-a-lot.

He looked at Logan’s serious expression he usually had al the time, concentrating in the book which was strangely small for Logan’s liking

“What are you reading Lo?”

“The strange case of Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”

“Didn’t Thomas already knows the musical?”

“Yes, but the musical and the book have some differences I was curious about; for example, in the book there are not complicated and unnecesary romantic relationships for the protagonists, this is less of that love nonsense and more mystery and straight to the point.”

“Don’t you ever dare to call love a nonsense, Logan!” The prince said sounding ofended

“It was completely unnecesary! And how the book describes Hyde it could have been imposible to someone to fall in love with him!”

“Alright, we are doing this!”

Then the both sides started to argue. Yep, another normal day .

Patton set the plates and let the other two discuss, he smiled at Virgil when he gave him his plate which he began to eat.

Everything between them was quiet until Patton spoke

“Kiddo, are you alright?”

Virgil looked away from the plate and turned to face Patton

“Why are you asking?”

“It’s just that I’ve been noticing you have been more stressed than usual since De-” He thought carefully his words and changed them “The last video we made”

‘You are the only one who noticed it’ Virgil wanted to say but he didn’t wanted him to feel bad about it

“Look, it’s nothing. I just have the feeling that I need to be more alert now, that’s all”

“Well, I believe you kiddo, but I want you to know that if something is going on you can tell us everything, you can tell me.”

He smiles slightly when he says that

“Thanks Pat”

The moral side stood up and went in the middle of the others argument “Alright you two, what happened now?”

After breakfast the hours passed really fast, it was like any other day, but Virgil decided to calm down for a moment, He went to his room and put his headphones on, letting the music drive him away, then getting inside the bed sheets and looking through social media in his phone. This kept going for a while until he started to feel his eyelids heavier and he felt just tired; Sure it was kind of exhausting to keep an eye on the other sides for that much time, he slowly turned off the phone with the music still sounding in his headphones, eventually his eyes started to close.

He woke up slowly until he realized that what happened, then he jumped out of bed and looked at the clock

‘For how long I’ve been asleep?’

“Shit, I left everyone for hours” He said to himself, rubbing his face trying to feel awake, then a knock on the door made him jump because of the sudden sound

“Virgil? It’s me. I made some cookies, want some?” He heard the happy tone on Patton’s voice and calmed down

“Y-yeah, I’m coming"

He opened the door and saw his best friend giving him a big smile

“Hey Patton”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out. Want one?” He said refering to the cookies

He smiled at the plate, they were already a little cold but he grabbed one and ate it. Suddenly he felt something wrong, these cookies were really bad, they felt too overcooked, there were like two chocolate chip per cookie and it tasted like he added salt instead of sugar. He tried to swallow it with some effort

“How are they?” The cheerful side smiled at him with enthusiasm of what his friend was going to say

“Well, these are...”

He didn’t had the courage do say it, usually

‘Patton is amazing making these, why are they so terrible?’ He said in his head.

He was so happy excpecting his words, he looked so adorable, he just couldn’t say ‘Dude, these are terrible’, that will broke his heart.

“Good as always”

“I’m happy you liked them!” He hugged Virgil while saying that, maybe a little too hard because Virgil wasn’t able to breathe that well

“D-dude, I can’t breathe”

“Oh, sorry Virge!” He let go of the hug immediatly, Vigil could swear he heard one of his ribs snap.

Roman passed by and say hi to the both

“Hey guys, want to watch a movie? I’ll let you pick this time if you come with us, sleeping beauty”

“Let’s watch Coraline and was I really that long asleep?”

“Not that much, I’m just messing with you. Are you coming, padre? I know this movie scares you because of the giant spider woman in the end”

“Of course I’ll come! I don’t fear a cartoon of a spider!”

Two things on the “something’s off” list Virgil had already in his mind

They sat in the couch, Logan was already waiting for them

“Let me guess, we are watching Coraline?”

Virgil nodded and the logical side put the dvd.

The movie was being great so far, Patton was watching it with Virgil, suddenly he grabbed his hand and smiled at him, he was kind of flattered because of the sudden affection but looked at him with a little smirk

“Do you guys remember when Thomas once saw an spider in the shower and screamed so loudly his neighbour came to the house?”

“I don’t quite remember that”

“You have to, you were so scared” Virgil laughed kindly and put an arm over his shoudler so he won’t think he was making fun of him

“Well, forget some things is part of adulthood”

Virgil looked at the side in shock, he didn’t wanted to think what his brain was trying to say, maybe he was just too anxious about the whole thing

“Don’t you mean ‘adultery’?” Logan said out of nowhere, getting away the chance of Virgil to ask the same

“That’s what I said”

“No, you said adulthood” Roman looked at him, raising slightly an eyebrow

“Oh, it looks that it finally sticked it to me!” Patton giggled

Virgil had already taken his arm off his shoulders, he tried to make up an excuse to get out of the room but he didn’t knew what to say

“I’m going to my room”

He ran away so he wasn’t able to listen to Roman trying to stop him

He closed the door and locked it, he lied on his bed, already breathing heavily but trying not to get more frightened than he already was

“Fuck, this can’t be happening. Why? why Patton again!?”

He was starting to panic, he grabbed his bedsheets tightly and tried to think how, when and why. He knew that was not Patton.

“How he was acting, the cookies should have gave me a hint, godammit! How did I didn’t noticed it earlier? Since when has this been happening?”

“Well” A voice interrupted Virgil’s out loud thoughts, he almost jumped out of bed

“Since you were so calmed these days I just used your fright at my favor”

He turned his head everywhere to find the dark side inside his room, he could hear his voice but couldn’t see him.

“Where are you, Deceit? There’s no point in hiding”

He was still looking at nowhere, his hands had turned into fists and was ready to defend himself

“You see, the point of it is the element of surprise”

Virgil didn’t knew that Deceit was already behind him, his yellow eye glowing in the darkness.

He grabbed his hoodie and pushed him to the wall, he felt a pain in his back because of it. Virgil tried to strike a punch to his face but Deceit grabbed both of his wrists

“This was easier than I thought! you actually fell for it”

The guy with a yellow eye transformed into Patton in a second

“You just didn’t wanted to see your ‘happy pappy Patton’ sad becase of you, how sweet!”

Virgil struggled to move away from the dark side’s grasp

“You know, it’s funny when people like you dessperatly try to protect something and then they fail miserably just when they got distracted for a second” Looking at him laughing like a villain with Patton’s appeareance made Virgil sick, it made him shiver for a second but he stopped as soon as he noticed. He couldn’t show fear in front of him, he couldn’t show his weakness; He turned it into anger

“What do you want?” He almost spit his words

“Remember how happy we were together back then? you helped me a lot, we were always for each other”

“You used me, that wasn’t good at all, you and the others weren’t my family. Now I know people who actually don’t treat me like garbage and tell me that’s normal”

He was almost squeezing Virgil’s wrists at this point, Vrgil wanted to scream but he prefered not to if that means he’ll see an smirk on that face

“Answer me, already!” Virgil asked almost screaming because of the pain in his wrists.

“I want you to come back. Together we could take down the others and protect Thomas like it’s supposed to. Come on, for how long they have got in the way?mistreating you, not even listening to you. Imagine if all of that was gone forever”

‘Take down the others?’ Sure, Roman was annoying sometimes but he didn’t want that, they are his family now, without them his existence will be completely useless, he couldn’t do that to the people who loved him and gave him a place to be happy and be himself.

“No” He said without hesitation “What makes you think I’ll do that to the ones who love me the way I am for once. Maybe you were able to manipulate me back then but I won’t fall for that again!”

If looks could kill Virgil will be already burried underground, his eyes were almost looking through his soul. Finally Deceit let go of his wrists and he fell to the floor

“Fine, If you don’t want to do it the easy way I’ll do it the hard one” And after saying that, he sunk down, leaving Virgil alone.

He left Virgil shaking and kneeled on the floor

“Oh god, no, no, no. What have I done?”

He wasn’t sure exactly what Deceit was planing but if what he said wasn’t a lie, then all of them could be in danger. What if Patton is already gone? That thought made everything in the room look darker and smaller every second, he wasn’t feeling well, he couldn’t breathe, he was trying but it just made his thoughts get worse.

He won’t be able to do it, he will fail them. Why he didn’t knew that wasn’t Patton earlier?

“I’m sorry guys, I’m sorry Patton...”

He couldn’t help to cry, he was sobbing on the floor, trying to hold it like it was the only thing in the entire room, suddenly he heard someone knock the door and open it slightly

“Virgil? Are you okay, kiddo?”

He only could see the brown shoes and beige pants, he wasn’t able to look up, what if this was Deceit again? He just couldn’t be able to take it anymore.

Patton saw his face, his eyes were red, his hair was messy and he noticed that was having another panic attack so he ran to him and kneeled to be closer.

“Oh goodness! Are you okay?”

“How do I know you are real? The real Patton?”

Patton backed away, what was he talking about? What happened while he was helping Tho-

“Oh” He had realized what probaly happened. It hurted him so much to see Virgil that way, he tried to think of something to prove it was actually him, that he didn’t needed to be scared.

“Because only the real me would do this”

He hugged Virgil, he got scared for a second but it didn’t felt like Deceit’s hug, it was warm, soft and it felt really comforting, then he hummed a calming song, he remembered hearing it together one day and that's how he knew it was him, he hugged him back and after a few seconds he looked at his face, Patton smiled at him.

“I’m here, don’t worry”

Virgil hugged him again with all his force, the happy side was able to hear him sobbing in his soulder

“I thought you were gone, I thought Deceit did something to you. I-I’m so sorry, Dad”

He gave him slowly pats in his back

“Shhh, it’s okay, he is not here now, is he? And I’m right here! He didn’t hurted me at all”

“Then where were you?” He looked at him dissapointed. What was he doing that was more important than all the others?

“Well, Thomas was having some issues, since a friend’s birthday was getting close he didn’t knew what to give them and he needed me because I know about them the most. I’m so sorry to have left you like that, kid”

“N-no, I get it, you were busy...”

He let go of the hug and looked down, not wanting his best friend to see him like that

“Would you like to talk about what happened?”

Virgil thought about it, what if that puts Patton in danger? and who knows if Deceit will shut him up before even trying.

On the other hand, he will need some help

“No... but I need your help”

He wiped away his tears, looked at him directly in his eyes and grabbed his arms with a serious expression on his face.

“Deceit is planning to get rid of you all, I don’t know how, when or where but we need to be careful. I need you to help me talk to the others about this, you can make them feel less...scared about this and we could be prepared for what’s coming. Are you going to help me?

Patton smiled and grabbed his shoudlers as well

“I promise we will not let anyone get hurt”

Virgil smiled back

“I knew I could trust you”

Well, that’s it. I would like to know if you liked it and if you want me to continue this. If anything I’m just happy you took the time to scroll all the way to the end, thank you! (btw, sorry for some typos, I’m already fixing it)

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #angst #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #godihopethisturnsoutfine #sanders sides fanfiction #Sanders Sides Trust Fanfic

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cloudbattrolls · 6 years

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So Little So Much

Chimer Latrai || Geovyn || Two Sweeps Prior

They look up at you with eyes only beginning to thread with color, and this must be one of the only places on the planet where such a hue wouldn’t be culled on sight. You still marvel, sometimes, that a place like Geovyn manages to exist; even if they don’t actively rebel, you’d think the Empire would wipe them off the map out of spite.

The town chugs along, and so do you, Rennay at your heels bouncing to keep up with your longer strides.

“Miss Latrai!” They announce, loudly as if they’re trying to speak to the whole cavern. A few trolls look over at the pair of you and quickly away again; even in a town where the spectrum supposedly doesn’t apply, a pair of fins still earns certain reactions.

“Yeah?” You squint down at them. Damned short kids. You should be used to it, Sevenn’s so tiny, but despite his height you can always read his face pretty well. Rennay’s taller, if anything, though not by much.

Both of you are dwarfed by the vast cavern, carved out of the sandstone who knows how many sweeps ago. It’s littered with statues and carvings that the town historian told you were seadweller relics, but you’re having a tough time buying that. Mostly because you were here when it was still ocean, and you don’t recall this place. Admittedly, that doesn’t mean much; there were plenty of places you never saw, and Rennay being here...

“Do your gills ever itch?” They ask, poking at their own vestigial slits with a claw.

“Don’t do that, kid, you’ll get dirt in them. Not sure if yours can get infected, but here’s a tip: don’t try, despite what the docterrorists tell you germs are not the hot new thing, not when they’re in your fleshparts.” You say, waving a finger and then booping them on the nose. “They can itch sometimes, if I get in bad water or if parasites try to make a go for them, because we all have to make rent somehow.”

They pout. “Why can’t mine get infected, if yours can?” There’s an amusing amount of sulking going on, as if being able to get specific uncomfortable illnesses is a badge of honor.

Though it is, you guess. In a dumb sort of way.

“Because I was...” You pause. “I’ve been fuchsia for a very long time, and I’m not a cusp like you, kiddo. I’m pinker, see?” You tap the symbol on your chest.

Can’t say you were hatched it. Tabula Raisaa was rust as what grows on metal in the rain, and you’re the product of storybook nonsense.

They stare at you, and the two of you pass the oliveblooded librarian, who gives you a friendlier wave than you’ve seen so far, and Rennay smiles a large, pointy grin full of razor teeth that belong to a seadweller, even if their skinny body is as warm as that green.

“Irchta!” They call. “Look at my new friend! She’s weird.”

The olive looks up from her book, half-moon glasses looking like they’re dangerously close to taking a dive to the floor before she adjusts them. She’s a little taller than your companion, and much softer and curvier. She also doesn’t seem at all bothered by either of you, which is a first.

“Mmhm, what else’s new? You don’t make friends with anyone normal, Renny.”

“You’re my friend.”

“I said what I said.”

They cackle like she’s told the world’s greatest joke, and the two of you make your way over to the archives section of the cavern. Irchta doesn’t work here; instead there’s a few elderly lowbloods puttering around and the smell of dust fills the air between the crammed, meticulously organized stone shelves.

One of them looks up at you as you walk in, an annoyed look on their face. Thank god.

“The archive’s reading hours are closed, miss.” The scratchy rasp of the voice matches the slightly withered-looking horns and the scruffy graying hair; then again, plenty of Geovyn trolls look like that from spending too much time underground. The small outcroppings of citrine on their face are nicely polished.

“Didn’t come to make you fetch anything; wanted to ask a few questions, that’s all.”

“If you’d like to schedule an interview, please see our secretary.”

“Why’re you bothering, Chimer.” whines Rennay, rocking back and forth. “They never tell me anything! I said, don’t you remember? They won’t look up my records for nothin’.”

Their pigtails bounce as they shake their head, then they stop in their tracks. “Are you going to make them?” They ask hopefully. “Tell them I’m important!”

“I prefer to only make people do things when I have to, Rennay. It’s rude. They glare at me too, which is terrible for my skin.”

Rennay mulls over that one while the archivist stiffens, probably wondering if despite your light words and joking tone whether you won’t bully them after all. You might not have the legal right to here, but six foot seven of fuchsia tends to make people bend, if not break. The spectrum is wired in too hard.

Lucky for them, that’s not why you’re here.

“Rennay’s a cusp, Textkeep.”

Their ears pin back as they look up at you suspiciously.

“I know this, Latrai.” They say, curling their hands probably to keep them from flashing their claws at you. You feel slightly bad, but you resolve yourself. Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.

“Do you? Funny, you’ve been treating them like they’re about to pick up a trident and go lusus hunting!”

“Do not lecture us in our own space, Latrai! We suffer your presence because we must, but if you think to tell us what to do with our own citizens you will be asked to leave!”

The Textkeep is breathing hard, but there’s fear in their amber eyes. Poor bastard, even if part of you is annoyed; you know you shouldn’t be, and you shove it down.

“Look...Rennay’s not a true fuchsia. I tested them myself. Remember, Rennay, we looked at your blood? We took your temperature? Besides, fuchsias are a gaggle of geese honking at each other with not a lot of sense to go round.”

An exaggeration - those of your caste who survive to adulthood are usually all too competent, or else strictly controlled - but it gets you another one of the kid’s cackles.

“Yeah! I’m maroon.” They say, proudly. “So why don’t you let me look at my records, huh?! Jeez.”

“No true maroon has gills.” They mutter, but they’re wringing their hands together, and their ears droop.

“Maybe you’ve got a good reason for stopping them. But Rennay’s not, and never will be, a seadweller. So don’t do it for that, for their sake.”

They look up again and they see the challenge in your eyes; isn’t Geovyn a place of equality? Yet neither of you are so naive; a cusp like Rennay is a wild card that can explode. They could have latent rogue psi, they could have destructive aggression just waiting to be riled...no highblood strength, at least. No true gills. Just floppy partial fins and slits.

Still, you understand the Textkeep. Fuchsias are dangerous, often wild, either fodder to make an example at the end of the Empress’s fork, political tools, de-fanged propaganda stars...or you.

Not that you’re special in any way but one; it’s just that the Empire doesn’t really know what to do with you, and culling you would be a waste of resources, so they do nothing as long as you keep to your agreement.

Rennay’s bright half-gray eyes don’t know anything of that life, or the politics that come with it. It’s about time people treated them that way.

The Textkeep looks away, then down at Rennay.

“When you are nine, Rennay, you may see your records.”

“What! That’s two whole sweeps off.” They whine, shuffling their rubber-booted feet.

“Take it or leave it, kiddo.” You say, and you’re tempted to ruffle their hair, but they’re back to sulking.

“If they’re boring, I’ll never forgive you for making me wait!” They say, puffing out their cheeks. You can’t tell who they’re more annoyed at, you or the archivist.

You suppose it doesn’t matter.

#cloud writes #Chimer Latrai #Rennay Laliqe #trying to ease myself back into words

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oneshot-twoshot-redshot-blueshot · 7 years

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Itsy, Bitsy Spider

Requested

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“Well, well,” Tony said. “Lookin’ good, Spidey. Y/N.”

Peter blushed the way he always did whenever Tony complimented him (even if the compliment was slightly sarcastic). “Th-thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“I usually don’t get all mushy, but honestly, I’m very proud of you two. Graduating high school is a big accomplishment. Especially considering your… extracurricular activities,” Tony said, shooting a wink to Peter.

“Will you come to our graduation party, Mr. Stark?” you asked. “We’re having cake. And punch. And I’m pretty sure someone will try to spike it.”

“As impressive as that sounds, I’ve got plans. Y’know, superhero multi-millionaire plans. But thanks for the invite, kiddo.”

You and Peter watched as Tony disappeared through the crowd.

“Don��t worry,” Peter said. “He’ll… he’s really nice most of the time. And if he weren’t so busy, I’m sure he’d come.”

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Unbeknownst to you, Tony had been keeping an eye on you ever since… well, ever since you and Peter had gotten together. That continued to be the case, even after you graduated and entered the ‘semi-adulthood’ stage.

“There you two are,” he said, joining your table at the café.

“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here?” Peter asked.

“Joining you two for lunch, obviously. So, what’s good here?” Tony picked up a menu, glanced at it quickly before tossing it back on the table, a small grimace on his face.

“What’s your ulterior motive?” you asked, taking a sip of your water.

“What do you mean?”

“What’s a big, important superhero multi-millionaire doing here in a small café with two teenagers?”

Tony straightened his shoulders. “Fine. Straight to the point. I like that.” He turned to Peter, hitching a thumb towards you. “I like her.”

Peter laughed slightly. “M-me too, Mr. Stark.”

“Look, you two are obviously in this for the long run. And since Spidey here is one of us, I’d like to formally offer you a room at STARK Tower.”

“Oh, Mr. Stark, we could never impose on you like that,” Peter said.

“Have you seen the size of the tower? You won’t be imposing. There are times when I go for days without seeing some of the others.”

Peter looked over at you. “Well… that’s quite the offer, Mr. Stark. Y/N and I will talk it over and in a few days–”

“We’d love to,” you interrupted. “When can we move in?”

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A week later, you and Peter stood in your new suite in STARK Tower. All of your belongings were unpacked, thanks to a few little robots from Tony (and actual help from Wanda and Steve).

“So…” you said, looking around.

“Yeah,” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We… live together.”

“Yeah, yeah we do.”

“You don’t… regret this, do you?”

“No! No, of course not.” Peter blanched. “Do you?”

You shook your head. “I mean, this is all so quick and strange and… I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, but… this feels right.”

Peter smiled. “I know, right?! I mean… yeah, of course.”

Tony knocked on the door. “Hey, lovebirds. You good?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark. And thank you so much for letting us come here,” Peter said.

Tony nodded. “What about you, Y/N? You good?”

“Yes.”

“You sure? Not feeling… ill?”

“Uh… no?”

“Okay, just making sure.”

You watched as Tony disappeared down the hall. “That was… weird.”

“Don’t worry about him,” Peter said. “He just… wants the best for us.”

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A few weeks later, your stomach began to turn at the mere thought of food. You emptied your stomach multiple times before finally feeling like you might be able to move away from the toilet. Peter looked up as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm. Maybe. Just don’t mention anything… edible.” You moved to the closet, pulling a pair of jeans out.

“Maybe you should just… stay in bed today.”

“No, no. I’ll be okay. Let me just… go throw up again.”

Somehow, you made it down to the living area. The team greeted you and offered you breakfast. You managed to hold back your vomit, settling for lemon tea. After ‘breakfast’, you made your way back up to your room to find a small box sitting on the bathroom sink.

‘Where did this come from?’ you thought, picking it up.

Normally, you wouldn’t have even considered opening the box. But now…

Peter was sitting on the bed when you opened the bathroom door. “Were you throwing up again?”

“Not this time. But I was doing something even more unfortunate.”

“What?”

“Peeing…”

Peter laughed. “Everyone does that, Y/N.”

“On a pregnancy test.”

“Oh?” Peter’s face dropped. “Oh! Oh. Oh… no. Wait… what did it say?”

You held the stick up. “I’m… pregnant.”

Peter’s mouth dropped open. He blubbered for a few moments like a fish. Then he jumped up, wrapping his arms around you. “Okay. Cool. Right. You’re gonna have a baby. No, wait, we’re gonna have a baby! Oh, boy. This is…”

“A mistake.”

Peter pulled back. “Is… is that really what you think?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. I just… this is so weird.” You looked up at Peter. “Can we really do this?”

“I’m sure we can. Probably. Maybe. Oh, God, this is all happening so fast!”

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Tony looked up as you and Peter entered the lab. “What’s with the long faces? Wifi not working in your room?”

Peter swallowed. “Um, Mr. Stark, Y/N and I… have something to tell you….”

“What’s that?”

“Um… well, you see… we kind of… well, I mean…”

“Spit it out, Underoos.”

“Pregnant.”

Tony said nothing.

“What I mean to say is, Y/N’s pregnant. Because of me.”

“I know how biology works, son.”

“Right. Of course, you do.”

Tony nodded once, turning back to the helmet he was tinkering with.

“Um… Mr. Stark?”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you… I mean… are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Because we’re young and irresponsible and how dare we assume you would be willing to open your home to a child and–”

“Enough, Y/N,” Tony said, looking up. “Look, I’ve known you were pregnant since basically the moment it happened.”

You and Peter shared a look. “What?”

“JARVIS is able to do incredibly in-depth body scans. I know how teenage bodies and minds work. I figured this would happen sooner or later so… I kept an eye on you.”

“Oh,” Peter said. “Right.”

“When JARVIS alerted me of the fertilization happening in Y/N, I sought you out and offered you a place to stay here. You two will need help with the baby. ‘It takes a village’, right? Who better to be your village than a team of superheroes?”

You and Peter shared another look. “Th-thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter said.

“Please don’t talk about ‘fertilization’ and me again,” you said.

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“Oh, my God.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you going to say anything else?”

“I… I don’t know. This is all so… oh, my God.”

You shook your head. “Come here.”

Peter carefully sat down on the hospital bed next to you. You placed the little bundle of blankets into his arms, watching as both Peter and Ben squirmed uncomfortably. Soon, both settled, figuring out how to function with the other. Peter looked as though he was holding on for dear life.

“You okay?”

“I just… don’t want to hurt him.”

“You won’t. You’re doing just fine.”

“Really? ‘Cause I feel like everything’s going wrong. Or it’ll go wrong very soon.”

“Shhh. Just… breathe.”

Tony poked his head in the room. “I hear there’s a new lifeform in here.”

“You make him sound as if he’s an alien,” you said.

“Jury’s still out,” Tony said, stepping in. He peered into Peter’s arms. “Cute. Kinda squishy, but still.”

“Aw, you hear that Ben? Uncle Tony thinks you’re cute.”

“You want to hold him?” Peter asked.

“I’ll pass until he can hold his head up on his own. And even then, there are no guarantees,” Tony said. “I just came by to tell you that Steve is making sure the final touches are put in the nursery. Everything will be ready when you three come home tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. Really.”

“Anytime, Underoos.” Tony reached down, squeezing your arm. “Ms. Underoos. Underoos Mini.”

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