#hes in all my fucking classes and every day he gives his unsolicited privileged ass takes and i cant fucking take it

[birdb1tch]

i hate cis straight white men holy fucking shit. 11 am and you decide that your thoughts on slavery must be heard, that EVERYONE must know that between slave labor and being a zoo exhibit, youd rather be in the zoo. MOTHER FUCKER YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN IN THAT SITUATION. why are you acting like its one or the other, NEITHER SHOULD HAVE EVER FUCKING HAPPENED WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM.

#vent #rant #i hate this fucking asshole so much omg #hes in all my fucking classes and every day he gives his unsolicited privileged ass takes and i cant fucking take it #WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING #and why is everyone else acting like IM crazy for pointing out that its a stupid fucking argument #i hate this fucking class omg #AND I HATE THIS FUCKING TEACHER

[tommyhagen]

Old Friends Can Still Fight

Hey everyone! I’ll be posting sick fic centered scenes from some of my fanfics (totally not in hopes it’ll inspire you guys to send me some prompts or anything. This fanfic was a long multi ship X-Men Mpreg (not ABO tho) but you can ignore it because I’m not got be posting anything more of it than the sickfic and whump scenes. Note for Remyspeak Ah=I. I just can’t write for him doing his third person bullshit.

TW: sickfic, nausea, conflict between friends, unsolicited touches and mentions of sexual harassment

@jay-sop I don’t ship them quite like you but their broship is a fucking sight to behold

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Remy felt someone looking down at him. One of the kids already? Breakfast had literally just started! Didn’t they have problems of their own to worry about? He couldn’t leave his damn room anymore without a trail of them following after him. How hadn’t they put together yet that asking ‘Mr. LeBeau’ if he was okay all the time was bound to make him less so?

Remy was draped over one of the couches tucked in the back of the living room. Pretty standard procedure these days after he attempting to eat something- his stomach flipped at just the thought. No wonder they found him. Maybe he ought to switch couches.

He had an arm sling over his face blocking out the sun streaming in from an overhead window. He moved it aside slightly so he could crack an eye open at whoever was harassing him and tell them to get bent. Depending on their age. He was happy with his life here at X Academy and wasn’t trying to get himself fired.

Oh. It was Logan. “Get bent.”

“Nice to see you too, Gumbo.”, Logan replied with a chuckle.

Remy moaned softly in response. Logan was sneering- the bastard. He knew how much Remy hated that nickname. Four years later and he was still yelling it at him from down the hall every other day.

“Okay, okay. How about Jambalaya, then?”, the bastard guffawed.

Remy actually whimpered and there would be hell to pay for Logan causing him to do that. The hand covering his eyes shot down to clamp over his mouth. Slowly, once it was safe to do so, Remy opened his eyes to glare up at Logan. “Seriously. Mention food again and Ah will blow up every last one of the Cubans ya got ‘hidden’ in ya desk.

Logan gave a deep frown and they both knew it wasn’t for fear of the safety of his cigars. He could get new ones anytime he wanted. Ever since Deadpool had moved in it was like the Black Market had opened up a Westchester branch.

Wilson just always had his hands on anything you could ever want. Now whether or not he’d give it to you was another thing entirely. He didn’t take money and Remy was damn certain he didn’t want to find out what Wilson took instead. The guy was a freak. And Charles had to know Wilson was dealing pot to the kids. Just another confirmation that at some point in his life Charles must have been all kinds of fun.

Remy decided to speak again just to put an end to the wave of pity coming off Logan- the damn Neanderthal. Remy wouldn’t take that shit and sure as hell not from Logan.

“The missus send ya to check on me?”, Remy teased. Logan was beyond whipped and Remy knew he’d never get tired of laughing about it.

Logan relaxed again as Remy forced their teasing dynamic back into the interaction. He was good at that, the guilt and pity not so much. “Nope. Sent myself to check on you. Cuz if you die the missus would never let me hear the end of it.”, Logan grunted, giving Remy his smarmiest grin.

Remy made a sound suspiciously close to a laugh considering his voice had stopped working well enough to do so a few days back. His lips were curled upward though so even Logan could probably figure it out. “You’re a prince among men, Logan.”, Remy retorted drily but with an actual smile now. He’d missed this- Logan.

“Well that’s what they tell me, anyway.”, Logan said with a shrug. “Now move your ass so I can sit down.”

Remy’s smile grew wider. At least someone had the sense to realize that being sick didn’t mean he was a five year old. If Jean -or shudder, Scott- called him sweetie one more goddamn time he’d make sure to throw up on them. At least he could always count on Logan to give him a hard time. “Only because you asked so nicely.”, Remy crooned, batting his eyelashes frantically at him which earned Remy an amused snort that he had no idea how much he’d missed.

Nowadays he just got like a fucking hug or something. Seriously, had he missed some house-wide memo that said it was suddenly okay for everyone to hug him?!

It had started with the little kids and even that Remy hadn’t been crazy about. But with them he figured, what’s the harm? Everybody hugged little kids for some reason that was completely beyond him. It probably would’ve been weirder for Remy to say no to them, right? And, okay, even he’d say some of them were pretty cute.

Kitty Pride had just come up to him in the hall all out sobbing about how Remy was her favorite teacher and he just couldn’t die because she’d miss him too much. What the hell was he supposed to do?! He didn’t like kids but he wasn’t a fucking monster. He’d leave the making little girls cry to Erik.

That was before Remy’d known that apparently there’s this rule with kids where if you hug one then you had to hug them all. Ugh. All the damn time he had kids coming up to him and clinging and climbing all over him. Gross. Leave that shit for Charles and Kurt. Remy missed the times when he’d been the cool, unapproachable teacher.

Somehow, though, he was still the sexy teacher. The teens had somehow decided they got hugging privileges too which they interpreted as sexual harassment privileges. Remy had always known half his classes had a thing for him but never in a million years would he have guessed how many of them were little fucking creeps.

It was all of them. He couldn’t go a full day without at least three of those little dirtbags pressing themselves too close during a hug. Remy’d nearly kneed one in the groin when the little freak took the opportunity to try to sniff his neck. Thank God he wasn’t actually their teacher anymore or he’d flunk every last one of them.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it. He might actually have to do something about that girl Rogue soon. He was pretty sure she was stalking him. He kept finding weird notes and poems so...ugh... they could have only been written by a high school girl. Remy had to admit, she had him a little creeped. (And God forbid Victor should find out.)

The worst part was he didn’t know Rogue well enough to feel comfortable fucking with her a bit to get her to cut it out. Like he would with Bobby or his annoying little minions. The last time Bobby Drake had hugged him the little bitch had grabbed his ass. Remy had blown up his pants and left him standing there in the hallway in his boxers. Problem solved.

Charles hadn’t been happy with him about that but Remy had barely gotten a slap on the wrist. He hadn’t even been called into Charles’ office for A Talk. Because obviously since he was such a fucking invalid no one could talk to him unless it was to coddle him. It was disgusting.

Remy could handle the girls doing it. Hell, he’d spend as much time pressed up against Raven as she wanted him to. Even Jean, boring as he was. Charles and Kurt were a special case but Scott had to be stopped. Someone had to tell that ass he wasn’t just the big brother figure to everyone that he clearly thought he was. Who in the hell’s dumb idea was it that sick people might like to be touched, anyway.

Remy was so busy thinking about how much he hated people touching him that he hadn’t noticed his head had somehow ended up in Logan’s lap. When he had clearly moved his legs for the dumbass to sit there. He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at Logan. How dare he?! Remy didn’t think he would be able to handle it if Logan started pulling this shit too. Then Victor would be the only person left in his corner. Sure, Victor was the only person that Remy really needed but that didn’t mean losing everyone else wouldn’t hurt like hell.

He buried his paranoia under a joking tone. That was the way he and Logan had always communicated and Remy’d be damned if anything was going to change that. “Ugh, don’t tell me! Ya the one that been slipping those get well cards with those little third grade ass poems in em under my door? Ah thought cuz of the handwriting it must have been from one of the little kids or somethin. Probably shoulda figured it could have been yours too.”, Remy jeered but it probably hasn’t been one of his best performances. He could feel there was something a bit too bright about his eyes.

Logan forced himself to laugh. And his tone wasn’t even close to casual as he snarked, “In your dreams LeBeau. Only sitting like this cuz now nobody will ask me to do shit.” Neither of them said anything about how much more obvious it was that Remy was really, really bad if Logan had managed to surprise him with anything.

In gratitude, Remy accepted Logan’s flimsy excuse without another word about it. Although he knew part of that was for himself. It was maybe 9 AM and and already he felt like shit. (He always felt like shit.) But arguing with Logan might actually be enough to do him in and land him in the infirmary with Hank for the next few days. And that’d be even more hell on Victor than Remy himself.

Besides, the excuse would probably work for Logan. If he claimed to be too busy taking care of Remy no one would argue with him. Even Remy would admit he sure as hell LOOKED like someone who needed to be taken care of. “Always happy to help someone skip out of their responsibilities.”, Remy replied with a half hearted salute.

“Well, no one would know more about it then you, Rem.”, Logan smirked returning the salute with a pretend tip of the hat.

“Oh, yes.”. Remy closed his eyes in mock appreciation. “Ya’ve always had SUCH a way with words.”. Remy batted his eyelashes at Logan like a lunatic over his hand like a fan, striking his best southern belle pose and voice, “Oh how do you do it, Mistah Howlett?”

That had Logan cracking up and the tension gone. “Seriously though, Rems, you up to talking? Cuz I can be quiet and let you get some sleep. Have you seen yourself? You definitely need it; you look like shit.”, he asked, careful to word things in a way that wouldn’t be patronizing.

Remy loved that about him desperately. Logan really did have a way with words sometimes. “Oh my, always the gentleman!”, Remy crowed trying his goddamn best to channel Scarlett O’Hara.

He laughed and then answered Logan’s question more quickly than he intended, “Don’t ya start treating me like Ah’m a library too or Ah promise Ah will punch you in the throat.” If that had sounded needy Remy couldn’t help it. It was always just so damn quiet now and Remy was never really comfortable unless he was surrounded by noise and a crowd. What the hell was he supposed to fade away into now?! Nothing. Remy could swear being left vulnerable like this was only making him even sicker.

“Course not! I’ve never seen you with a book in my damn life.”, Logan shot back lightly.

“Well pardon me, Wordsworth.”. Remy managed another real smile when Logan clearly had no idea what he was talking about. “What?! Ya old enough ya coulda met him! Can you even read, homme?”, Remy taunted.

Logan smiled down at him and flicked him on the forehead. “Have some damn respect for your elders, sonny!”, he played along.

Remy made the almost laughter noise again before growing serious. “Really. Don’t start whispering around me. You know the kids won’t even curse around me anymore? Turned around a corner just as one of em yelled ‘Fuck!’. Thought he might explode from fear. Didn’t even calm him down when Ah told him to stop acting like a little bitch. He just run off like the devil was after him. When in the hell did I become everyone’s granny?”, Remy joked but there was real hurt there too.

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