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malereader-inserts · 3 years

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Achieving the Impossible

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Pairing: Mikaelsons & Brother!Reader Summary: With the Mikaelsons, anything is possible Word Count: 1,355 Request: So I just started watching The Originals and I got attached to Elijah, Klaus and Rebekah immdediately .So please grant my wish for a Klaus Mikaelson x Younger bro reader where r is really close to Elijah but scared of Klaus and Klaus can't hold the brotherly jealousy anymore so he confronted R about him being scared but R just keeps denying resulting to him pointing a dagger at R's chest due to his anger and then R was saved by Elijah but r got scared of all of his sibling and Klaus being soft.

Klaus knew he was part of the family.

No matter how much Finn disliked his nature or how Klaus has daggered his siblings on countless occasions, but, he knew that no matter what his family always had his back. Even if they didn’t see eye to eye. But, Klaus was able to either get along with the majority of his siblings - except one.

“Leave him be.”

“Elijah,” Klaus snaps at his elder, “I’ve left him be for a thousand years - I demand answers.”

“You’re not entitled to answers,” Elijah bit back at him, adjusting his cuffs of his shirt, “He just doesn’t like you, you have to accept that.”

“For a thousand years?” Klaus scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest, Elijah could almost see a pout on his brother’s face, “Easy for you to say, you’re the favoured one.”

Elijah rolls his eyes, though he doesn’t comments. He knows that you favoured him, there is a significant age gap between you and him. You are after all the youngest after Henrik had died, but growing up, it was Elijah who really raised you. He taught you how to hunt and fight, ready for when your father comes back to teach you.

Mikael has always been proud of you, you were quick on your learning, never complained about how he taught you and was quick to adapt to your brothers’ teaching.

There was a part of Klaus that envied you when you were human, because, you had your dad’s attention and love. Mikael actually had cared for you, but Klaus had none from him.

“Is he sulking again?” Rebekah had asked, looking at Klaus, rolling her eyes, “You know instead of demanding and frightening the poor boy - you could try asking.”

Elijah chuckles, “Please, it’s not in Niklaus’ nature just to politely ask.”

“I can-!”

You entered the room, you stopped at the door way, glancing at the direction of each siblings, they looked at you in silence. You weren’t going to question why Niklaus had his arms in the air.

“I think I’m just going to leave.”

You leave the room, confused as you went to pester someone else. Five minutes had passed before Klaus looked at Elijah.

“You have to stop treating him like a child! He’s a thousand years old,” Klaus argued, once again huffing and crossing his arms over his chest, “I have a right to know why he hates me.”

“And he has a right to withheld the answer from you, Nik,” Elijah commented, standing up straight, “Please respect our brother’s wishes.”

Klaus was not going to do that.

Klaus had some errands to do, picking up a few things before marching around the house, hoping to miss Elijah and knowing the elder, stopping Klaus from getting answers.

He was tired. He had found you in the library, whilst you didn’t show that you were outright afraid of your own brother, Klaus had that gut feeling.

“Hi, Nik.”

Klaus stops in his tracks, almost forgetting what he was doing and why he was going to do it. You close your book as you stare at your older brother, you tilted your head to the side - he just stared at you.

Times like these, he forgets that you never favour him as a brother. Just because you look at him so sweet like that there is no fault to you. You stand up from the sofa as you placed the book down on the side table, snapping the hybrid back to reality.

“Oh, good, you’re responsive,” You say, there’s a soft smile upon your face, “What can I do for you?”

Right, what was he here for? Oh, that’s right.

“I had a question, one that only you could answer.”

Your blood ran cold, you gulp down the nervousness, you knew that the day would come when Klaus would finally snap. You give him a sheepish smile, hoping to calm down your erratic heartbeat.

“Oh, well I hope to enlighten you!”

Klaus looks at you with cold calculating eyes, pausing before opening his mouth to ask you the question, “So, dearest brother of mine, why do you fear me? It has to be a reason, right?”

You tried to play it off, trying to make it less obvious that every step that Klaus takes towards you, you would shuffle back, you tighten your lips, “I don’t know, Nik, I don’t have a clue what you’re on about.”

Apparently, that wasn’t the best way to get around it. It seems like your brother was more ticked off than ever as he slams you against the wall. Sure, you were a vampire, and it shouldn’t have hurt, but Klaus had that slight advantage of strength.

A hard pressure from his hand leaned against your shoulder, pinning you down where he wanted you to be. You felt something pointy against your chest, you try to make sure your mask doesn’t tip in any direction to show that you feared your brother.

“Don’t lie to me,” Klaus snarls at you, he could see you gulp as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“That’s enough, Niklaus!”

Klaus’ pressure wore off as he turned to see Elijah standing behind him, Elijah looked at his younger brothers with such a threat that even you could whimper out loud. You relaxed your shoulders as you look between your brothers.

“(Y/n), get out of here,” Elijah firmly commanded you.

You nodded as Klaus lets out a manic chuckle, you stop in between the two of them, casting a look towards Niklaus before using your vampire speed to leave the room, possibly leaving the area for a bit.

“I told you, Niklaus.”

Klaus had been riled up that he was willing to fight Elijah, typical of him, but the look that you cast towards him made him reconsider. He knows that look, it was the same look he would give your own father. The fear mixed with sadness in your eyes.

“Leave me be, Elijah,” Klaus says, placing the blade down next to the book that you had left.

“I’m not letting you chase after him.”

“Elijah, I said leave me be.”

Klaus had found you somehow, it almost took him half the week to actually spot you and get you alone so it was just you and him.

You stopped in your place when you see him approach you as Klaus held his hands up.

“I don’t have anything in my hands,” Klaus tries to reassure you, he sees how your shoulders fall into relaxation, “I want to apologise to you about...that.”

You chuckle, nervous but bitter, “The great bad wolf apologising, it seems like the world is falling apart.”

Even Klaus got a chuckle out of that, keeping his distance with you, “I just want to know why you hate me.”

You paused as you tilted your head at him, “I don’t hate you, I fear you but not hate you. Those are two different things, Nik, at the end of the day you’re my brother - no matter how much you terrify me, I would always go to the end of the line for you.”

“I hear a but...”

You sighed, “But, Nik, I’m not like Elijah or Bekah or Kol for the matter, I spent years trying the keep up with your mood swings and your erratic behaviour, but there was no loop hoop for your reasoning for daggering our siblings - therefore it was easy to be cautious than to risk it.”

Klaus stares at you, you looked at him hopelessly, your hands in your pockets as you shrugged your shoulders.

“You’re still my brother, and I hope we’re able to form a bond, but it seems like it’s impossible now.”

Klaus shakes his head, he stares firmly, “No, we’re the impossible, (Y/n) and if we are the impossible then everything else is possible - one way or another.”

“But-”

“No, we’re family and family is going to be there, always and forever. We made that pack, no matter what.”

You smiled softly at him, sighing, “You really think we could achieve the impossible?”

“It’s possible.”

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x male!reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x male!reader #mikaelson x male!reader #x male reader #platonic

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darthwheezely · 3 years

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i walk the line - f.w. - 1

1950s american carnival! au

Summary: The Weasley Bros. Circus has always been a family affair...until they pick up a highly unusual girl with wicked talents...

Warnings: 1950s America and all the shit that comes with it, NSFW/SMUT MINORS NO INTERACTING :) , alcohol usage, cussing, tw violence (fights), carny folk, contortionist, language and desc of intense circus acts, clowns, sad boy George, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF BULLYING IN THIS CHAPTER, angst

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“...welcome to our home!”

George listened as the crowd erupted before his father. He had always admired Arthur “Art” Weasley, for many a reason. The way he could walk in and command a room, the way he could silence an entire audience with a simple flick of his wrist of wave of his hand, the way his voice alone could stop his cries in the night, the way he would come up behind him when taking care of the animals was too much and say, “Georgie, go to sleep, son.” but most of all? The way his father noticed him.

Baltimore, Maryland. 1933.

George Weasley was on the run. Again. Charlie Dooley, a boy from his class, and his gang of (as Fred said) “chickenshit babies” had made it a habit of following George home from school and doing one of the following: a) chasing him on bikes, b) cornering him in the bathroom, or c) sprinting after him on foot.

Today, it had been on foot.

“C’mon monkey boy!” Charlie howled, the other boys closing in on him. George sprinted a quick right realizing he dropped his lunch box and thinking a violent but rapid mom’s gonna be so mad, oh no oh no-

George barreled down the street, his house in sight, tears stealing on his cheeks from the sheer speed and necessity to get home. His feet seemed to be operating without him knowing, his body throwing itself backwards and forwards with the blinding need to be home, to hug his dad and say he wasn’t going to school anymore, to ask his mom to stop packing bananas in his lunchbox even though it was his favorite snack because mom don’t you know they call me monkey boy-

“Thought you could really get away from us this time huh, Georgie boy?” Charlie had pinned him to the concrete, George’s heart screaming in his ears. He could barely register that his lip was bleeding, and that maybe if he focused on the sky, his eleven year old shrimp of a body wouldn’t feel-

Pow.

Isn’t that what superheroes say? Pow? Let’s think about superheroes, Georgie, Charlie doesn’t last long with punches anyway just keep lookin’ at the sky, he thought wildly before-

Pow.

He vaguely felt his eyes roll back into his head, but he made a very clear rule to himself that he wouldn’t cry, Fred wouldn’t want him to cry, not that Fred was mean, Fred just hates seeing him cry-

Pow.

P-

And suddenly there was something off his body. He could hear punching noises but they were not aimed at George, but rather someone else. When he was able to open his eyes he saw his brother, Fred, landing blow after blow to Charlie Dooley, Charlie mewling under Fred.

“Touch my brother again, and I promise I won’t just break your nose next time, yeah?”

Art Weasley sat with his son George in the red chair in his caravan. It was George’s favorite chair, as he learned the word “red” from that chair and then equated “red” to his own hair.

Arthur had known his son would have it harder. It wasn’t his fault the boy was different, he loved him just the same for it if not slightly more so for the way he was a bit quieter, the way he listened and thought and thought and then wanted to make choices. The way he asked his mom if he could pack Fred’s lunches for school because only George knew Fred hated crunchy peanut butter sandwiches with white bread.

But more so for the way George wasn’t afraid to show love. To cry. To feel things Art sometimes couldn’t articulate.

George was curled into his father, tears staining his button up shirt and his body shuddering with every anxiety laden breath. Art put a hand on his son’s back and put his lips to his hair.

“George, you have to breathe for me or you’re gonna get sick.” He rubbed his son’s back soothingly.

“I’m sorry, dad, I promised I did what you said and tried to protect myself and when I couldn’t do anything else I just didn’t look at h-him I p-promise, dad p-please don’t be mad at me...” he took another shudder and released a cry into his father’s shoulder. Art was not a helpless man, but there was something that destroyed and cracked his very soul at the sight of his most vulnerable child, the most angelic of his seven children. The one that everyone protected. And at times like these, sometimes all a father can do is hold his child. So that’s what he did.

“I know, son...I know...”

“George?”

George jumped out of his thoughts, his palms sweaty from the inevitable stage fright that always accompanied him before a show. It was no matter how many times he grazed the trapeze with his sister Gin and his brother Ron, the nerves were always the same.

At least this time, no pows would be administered from anyone besides himself.

He heard his name again, the daze breaking as he looked at his oldest brother Bill.

“George. You’ll be fine. You always are, baby brother.” He said softly, placing his hands back on, Cora (short for Corazon) the lion. George gulped and nodded, and Fred patted his back, giving a hearty wink. George smiled a small smile, clapping Fred’s forearm.

“Ready, Fred?”

Fred grinned.

“Ready, George.”

George belonged to the trapeze. The way his body seemed to elongate with grace and dexterity when he grabbed his sister, the way he gave flirty winks at the girls in the crowd, the way he never dropped a muscle unplaced-

The way their father always noticed.

Fred saw these things in his younger brother and couldn’t help the fit of jealousy in his stomach. Don’t get your tightrope in a twist, he was possibly the most proud of his brother, and his hand to God if he didn’t say he hooted his name the loudest watching him do his thing.

But he never felt like he could ever match that.

He knew his hands were meant for something greater, same as his mind. Juggling came almost as easy to the older twin as breathing, smoking cigarettes, witty banter, and sex (in no particular order). But George had something Fred didn’t have.

Approval.

Fred was, for all intents and purposes, a good person. A great person. But his habits could’ve said so much otherwise.

Fred had a nasty habit of letting his temper get the best of him. Ever since he could talk, he had taken on the role of protector to not only George, but to Ginny and Ron as well. Frequently, his hands always seemed to have more things to say than he could which says a massive fucking lot. At the ripe age of 20, he’d gotten into more bar fights and straight up blacked out sober more than his own father, and all of his other siblings. He’d been in and out of detention when he did go to school, and in and out of-

Well, you get it.

The one thing that always seemed to follow him? His charm.

Fred Weasley was a charismatic motherfucker.

And he knew it.

It was simple. All he had to do in between acts was make a couple jokes, a few magic tricks, and by the end of his little charade? He’d have at least 3 girls lined up for that night. And if he was in a particularly bad mood?

Well, it could get a little more than that.

On nights like this, he was fine with just two.

I mean...Fred knew what he was doing.

And on a night like this - he was damn proud of it.

Until he saw you...

Last night.

Fred’s dessert was named Candy. He honestly couldn’t remember what her actual name was, but he did remember she said:

“Call me Candy. I taste like it, too.”

And honestly? That was really all he needed.

It didn’t take him long to press her small body against his caravan. She wound her arms around his neck and fisted into his flame colored hair and yanked, his hips rolling as he moaned into her lipstick stained mouth.

Fred always did have a thing for gals in red.

Fred realized his pants had begun to be a tad too tight, as Candy’s tongue licked into his mouth. his hands found their way under her dress, fingers kneading at her thighs and she squeaked. He lifted her legs at her noise and he wrapped them around his body, his bulge pressing into where she needed him the most.

“Fred, please” she whined, his mouth attaching to the valley of her breasts, the exposed skin of her dress warm and inviting.

“Please what, doll?” He teased roughly, his free hand sliding to cup her ass and squeezing. She gasped at his rough touch and he bit her collarbone.

“Fred, please, fuck me” she said airily. He smirked before pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

“Absolutely, baby, see how easy that was?” He licked her bottom lip and bit, before pressing his forehead to hers, the sheer strength of his body pressing her against the van enough to use his hands to pull her panties down enough for her to kick them away. She reached down to unzip his pants when he motioned for her to do so, his hard cock free of his boxers.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He growled against her earlobe. Candy whispered a breathy “please” and Fred slid into her cunt, her wetness echoing sinful noises at the contact. They groaned at connection, and Fred continued to go deeper into her until he bottomed out. He looked at her for confirmation to keep going and she nodded. He pulled out and slammed back into her, beginning to set a rough pace against the van.

“Freddie, fuckfuckfuck you feel s-so good” she sputtered, Candy’s back hitting and arching against the van, causing it to move slightly against her. Fred nipped and sucked at her neck, determined to always leave a map of where he left his treasure behind...

“Look at you, unraveling like a ball of twine. Never had cock this good, doll?” He reached a particularly good angle in her causing her to claw deeper at his back, biting in a scream.

“Thereeee it is, baby. You like that don’t you, c’mon be a good little cock slut and tell me what you want, want everyone in this whole fucking camp to know I’m fucking you so good.” His hand went to her clit, circling it harshly. He wanted her to finish, his dick was twitching all to hard in her and he needed her to release before it was his turn. Her moans and gasps and mini clawings were getting sloppier, losing their tempo.

“Fred-Fred-“

“Yeah, baby, I’ve got you” he groaned against her mouth at her clenching pussy. She gave a final sputter and screamed into his shoulder, a hot electric wave coursing over his cock, with one, two, three harder pumps, he released into her as well. He leaned his forehead against hers and kissed it lightly. But when he looked back at her face, she was already losing interest. Just like the others. But it didn’t bother him...at least not anymore, right?

Just another night.

Memories of Candy and Janie and Jessica and Portia and all the other girls seemed to wash away at the sight of you waiting after the show. Your eyes were full of life but somehow had something tired behind them. The way your hair wasn’t perfectly coiffed but still looked like you had tried to, the way your dress was crinkled at the bottom like you didn’t give a shit if it was crumpled in the bottom of your dresser.

And then you looked at him.

Fred Weasley could have sworn time stopped at the way you walked across the hay to him, your body positioned in a way that would’ve given him every reason to hold you. he realized his face began to flush at the sight of you getting closer.

That, he thought, was an alien feeling.

“Hi.” You said warmly to him.

“You’re Fred, right? I loved your act.”

He blinked twice and then returned your smile.

“Yeah. Thank you so much, I...I really try, I am so sorry but what is your name?” His eyes scanned your face. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and returned the search on his face.

“Y/N. Y/L/N. I’m looking for a job.”

#fred weasley #george weasley #Fred weasley smut #Fred weasley x reader #bill weasley #charlie weasley #Ron weasley #Harry Potter #Ginny weasley #arthur weasley #molly weasley

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charlieswrities · 3 years

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fluffy big-bro!got7 where reader starts dating hyunjin or jisung from skz and the got7 members get protective but it’s cute and fluffy🥺❤️

I love this idea! lol since you didn’t specify a member I just kind of did some short headcanons for all the boys! thanks for requesting, I hope you enjoy 💕 I only specified Hyunjin for Jinyoung's I'm sorry, it fit too well

wc: 1152 genre: fluff pairing: reader x big bro!got7 warnings: none I think? if there is something, pls let me know!

j b / j a e b e o m

he's so puzzled and he almost seems offended?

what do you mean you're dating my dongsaeng? how? why?

highkey kinda relieved that it's not one of his own members because that you make him feel so so awkward

but gets super fired up asking how long it's been, why you never told him, saying a lot of relationships at your age don't work out, etc.

and that one's the last straw for you, so you snap that that is exactly why you hadn't told him before and he just kinda goes

oh...

he apologizes but it takes him a while to accept the fact that you've grown up and are now in a relationship

he also finally ends up getting to know the member as your loving and caring boyfriend, and eventually begrudgingly accepts that the two of you really are relationship goals and it just makes him feel so relieved

because seeing you together just kind of solidifies to him that you two really do love and care for each other, and that he shouldn't be scared of his baby sister growing up

pairim a r k

you get no reaction at first which honestly, knowing Mark, is terrifying

you kinda avoid the topic for the rest of the night because his reaction was basically 😐

the next day you ask him if he's mad and he's like

idk? not really... he just needs to process things. he says he's proud of you and he supports you in whatever you choose to do, whoever you choose to date

he just wants you to be happy! he does admit he wishes he knew about a potential crush or relationship earlier but he understands the circumstances may have been awkward while he was still at the company

he is kinda happy it's someone he's familiar with so it shouldn't be too awkward when they meet, but he still feels undeniably protective of you

he tells you to let your boyfriend know that if he ever breaks your heart or hurts you in any way whatsoever, he's not above throwing another laptop

and you know he's serious about it.

j a c k s o n

his first thought is hey I love that kid

and then reality sets in that you just said a skz member is your boyfriend

and in a split second he's becoming super protective

for how long? is he good to you? are you happy? he'll kill him if he ever hurts you. you know you can be honest with him, right?

you give him a couple of minutes to wind down, but then he spirals in a new direction

'we'll still spend time together, right?' he just kinda gets a little sad because he's afraid this will mean you'll spend less time with him,

and once you spend the night comforting Jackson while a movie plays in the background, telling him that no, you won't be replacing him and no, your relationship won't change

and you remind him you can have more than one man in your life and he immediatelt backpedals because he doesn't want to seem controlling, he just 'can't believe you're so grown up' and that he's 'afraid of losing you' but it'll take some getting used to

j i n y o u n g

outright laughs when you tell him you're dating hyunjin

definitely makes a joke about how he's dating you because he couldn't date him

or that he's using you to get closer to him

but when you tell him to knock it off and reveal how much you love hyunjin and how long you've been together

he can't help but feel relieved

jinyoung still gives hyunjin a stern talk after he came to your apartment to pick you up for a date, which highkey lowkey terrifies your boyfriend,

and jinyoung has the audacity to tell hyunjin to 'have fun and stay safe!' with a wink and a wave as you drag your boyfriend out the door

whatever was said, it took you days to convince hyunjin that jinyoung is mostly all bark and no bite, to which his reaction is 'mOSTLY?!?'

but jinyoung actually becomes kinda brotherly towards him, whether he wants to admit it or not! he cares for you both, and your happiness

y o u n g j a e

'HAHAHAhah ha... wait you're not joking?'

doesn't even know what to say

he eventually just squeals and pinches your cheeks and congratulates you on 'being all grown up'

but then he does a double take and asks your boyfriend's last name and only then does it click that oh, it's that guy

he's a mix of emotions? like he's proud but feels a little hurt you didn't go to him any earlier, but he also is all ??? because he knows this person

highkey takes him a while to remember why he keeps seeing your boyfriend around

does his best to make conversation because he's sure your boyfriend feels just as awkward as he does

just makes it even more awkward for the first little while but he gets there eventually and you and your boyfriend appreciate the effort!

b a m b a m

reallyyyy chill, but to the point where he's a little sus

asks with a stupid smirk how your boyfriend is doing every so often and always responds with the good old Jake Peralta 'coolcoolcoolcool' before walking off

deadass thinks you're just joking with him for a solid couple of months until your boyfriend texts him explaining he got BamBam's number from Chan and he wanted a soup recipe you said your mom always made when you were sick because you caught a cold

he just kinda goes 'ohhhhhhhhhhhmy gosh' like he can't believe you were telling the truth, he just thought you were playing him this whole time?

he later says it's because he couldn't imagine anyone dating you but says he's kidding as soon as your hand hits the back of his head

teases you both relentlessly and highkey shits on jype at family dinners

his goal is to treat your boyfriend like family, for better or worse

y u g y e o m

I just have this feeling that Yugyeom would be the best friend-type brother so that being said;

his first reaction is ooooooh, tell me more

teases you by gushing about your boyfriend, attempting to imitate you, and also claims he knows so many embarrassing stories about him even though he probably has like two? awkward encounter stories or smth. but that won't stop him

but at the end of it all, once it's all out his system he'd just kinda ruffle your hair and say he's happy for you

but! he'd also just puff out his chest a little and tell you to send your boyfriend his way so he can 'chat' with him and you laugh but basically give him his number to figure something out with their respective schedules

you did it jokingly but one night you ask to facetime your boyfriend and he just says he can't because he's gaming with your brother 🙃

reminder: requests closed as I rest and play catch-up 💕

#Anonymous #requested #my writing #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 headcanons #kpop headcanons #jb headcanons #mark tuan headcanons #jackson headcanons #jinyoung headcanons #youngjae headcanons #bambam headcanons #yugyeom headcanons

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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years

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BeeTober 2020 Day 7

Letter - Reunion

Day 7 of BeeTober comes with some heavy Nie Bro feels, mostly because da-ge wasn't as dead as NHS believed and a letter changes everything for both of them.

When Nie Huaisang enters his office, Mo Xuanyu is waiting for him, worrying a letter in his hand.

“What’s wrong?” Nie Huaisang asks, as he sits down in his chair and Mo Xuanyu is strangely hesitant to answer him.

“What is that letter,” Nie Huaisang asks when Mo Xuanyu keeps turning it in his hands.

Mo Xuanyu reads all the letters addressed to Nie Huaisang before they actually reach Nie Huaisang, mostly because Nie Huaisang is too busy for that but also because Mo Xuanyu has an eye for important ones.

This one seems to be very important.

“I don’t know enough to judge the authenticity of this letter,” Mo Xuanyu starts with and he sounds reluctant to even admit that much.

“Why would you have to judge that?” Nie Huaisang asks but when he motions for Mo Xuanyu to hand him the letter, he refuses.

“I just don’t want to see you upset over this,” Mo Xuanyu whispers but before Nie Huaisang can scold him for that—there hasn’t been anything that can upset him ever since his brother died after all—Mo Xuanyu puts the letter on the table.

“It says it’s from Nie Mingjue,” Mo Xuanyu then tells him and Nie Huaisang is glad that he’s sitting down already.

He feels faint, a ringing in his ears, but then anger washes over him.

“How dare you?” he hisses at Mo Xuanyu who keeps his gaze steady.

“It seems real enough to me, but I don’t know enough about Nie Mingjue or his relationship with you to judge it. There is no one else I can ask so I am sorry that I have to hand this to you when it could possible be a fake letter, but I think you have to judge that for yourself.”

Nie Huaisang fights the urge to throw something at Mo Xuanyu, even though he’s aware that it’s not his fault. But his brother is dead and this is a joke in such bad taste that Nie Huaisang honestly lacks the words for it.

“Get out,” he finally presses out and Mo Xuanyu leaves without taking the cursed letter with him.

Nie Huaisang gets up and starts pacing his office. The office he only sits in because Nie Mingjue died eight years ago.

Nie Huaisang remembers the day very well; it’s the only day in the whole year where he allows himself to break down.

Nie Mingjue suffered a qi deviation so severe it robbed him of all his senses and Nie Huaisang has the scars to proof it too. His shoulder still aches when the weather gets cold.

Nie Huaisang kicks the leg of his desk; Nie Mingjue is dead. He flew away when Lan Xichen interrupted him before he could kill Nie Huaisang but there hasn’t been a sign of Nie Mingjue ever since and going by how severe the qi deviation was and how much Nie Mingjue had already been bleeding, there’s no chance that he survived.

There is simply no chance that Nie Mingjue is still alive, Nie Huaisang reminds himself again and again of that.

But the letter is like a beacon, tempting him to pick it up and check it for himself and Nie Huaisang is reaching for his lighter before he can even consciously decide to do so.

He’s going to burn this cursed letter and be done with it.

You’ll never be done with it if you don’t find out what it says, a tiny voice in Nie Huaisang says and he hates how right it is.

Well, at the very least Nie Huaisang will have to read the letter to find out who really wrote it and then he will come after their ass. No one can be allowed to use Nie Mingjue’s name like that. No one can play with Nie Huaisang’s feelings like this.

His hands shake when he reaches for the letter, and even once he picked it up it takes him an embarrassingly long time before he finds the strength to open it.

The handwriting seems painfully familiar—even after all these years—and Nie Huaisang closes it again.

He has to take several deep breaths before he manages to open it again.

Dear Huaisang, it reads and Nie Huaisang lets out a shuddering breath from just that. Tears are already pricking at his eyes, and he sits down, certain that he won’t make it through this standing.

Several possibilities are racing through his head; Nie Mingjue composed this letter before he died, he survived for a short time and made someone else write this letter or Nie Mingjue turned into a resentful spirit and could only be put to rest with this.

All of these possibilities hurt Nie Huaisang more than he can put into words.

Nie Huaisang worries his lower lip with his teeth until he tastes blood, and it’s only then that he can go on.

Dear Huaisang,

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, and that is okay after everything I did to you, but I had to try at least once.

Let me start with saying how incredibly sorry I am. I swore to your mother that I would never let any harm come to you only for me to be the one to bring harm to you. I don’t remember everything from that last qi deviation, but I do remember that. It’s the only thing I could think about while I was in a coma. It’s been haunting my every moment and I know I can never make up for that, but I am sorry.

The hospital I was in didn’t expect me to wake up—and neither did I—so you can imagine their surprise when I suddenly opened my eyes. They are calling me a medical miracle and I am already so over that. I am still in rehabilitation but it seems like I’ll be able to live a somewhat normal life once I’m discharged. No cultivation for me anymore, of course, but I trust that you have Baxia handled.

The hospital informed me that they contacted you, but that you didn’t visit me and I can’t begrudge you that. I understand, Huaisang, and I am not holding that against you. I know what I did to you was unforgivable. Still, I had to at least try and reach out to you, but please don’t feel pressured. You can ignore this, if you should wish to do so. In case there is anything left you have to say to me my contact information is on the back.

I hope that despite what I destroyed, you’re living a good life.

Mingjue

P.S. Thank you for getting rid of Jin Guangyao.

Nie Huaisang is crying by the end of the letter, because it’s real. It has to be, there is no other way. Nie Mingjue survived and he thinks Nie Huaisang hates him.

Nie Huaisang never knew that it is possible to feel this happy and angry simultaneously.

He almost rips the letter in his haste to turn it around and true to Nie Mingjue’s words, his contact information is on the back.

There’s a phone number Nie Huaisang ignores for now—because this reunion is not happening through text or a call—and when his eyes fall on the city his brother now lives in, he blanches.

It’s not even a two hour drive; Nie Mingjue has been this close all those years and Nie Huaisang never even knew it. He can guess as to where it all went wrong; if Nie Mingjue was admitted to a hospital shortly after he flew off, Jin Guangyao was still in charge of taking phone calls for Nie Huaisang.

He must have been told about Nie Mingjue’s survival and then decided not to tell Nie Huaisang. He can probably count himself lucky that Jin Guangyao didn’t try to end what he started with the induced qi deviation.

Gods, Nie Huaisang really wishes he could kill Jin Guangyao again, right about now.

Nie Huaisang pushes those feelings aside for now, because it’s much more important that he finds his da-ge again.

Mo Xuanyu is always nagging at him to take a few days off; well, he’s getting his wish now.

~*~*~

Nie Mingjue doesn’t like to keep his phone out of his sight. He knows the chances that Nie Huaisang will contact him are slim to none, but there is still the tiny spark of hope, that makes sure Nie Mingjue keeps his phone at hand at all times.

The hospital discharged him two days ago and while Nie Mingjue can no longer move as fluidly or steadily as he used to, he’s more than able to live on his own.

He doesn’t enjoy it, misses Nie Huaisang’s chatter and clutter like crazy, but he can do it.

Nie Mingjue has kept tabs on Nie Huaisang ever since he woke up and he is so proud of his brother that he could probably never put it into words anyway.

Nie Huaisang didn’t only make sure that their parents company survived, he brought it to new highs. And of course—and this might be the best thing Nie Huaisang has ever done in his life—he got Jin Guangyao killed.

Nie Mingjue would have liked to do it himself, after everything Jin Guangyao did to him, but knowing that Nie Huaisang was the one to deal that blow is immensely satisfying.

Nie Mingjue can only imagine the surprise Jin Guangyao must have felt when he realized that it was Nie Huaisang all along and that alone is almost enough to carry him through every day.

Now if only his phone would ring.

Nie Mingjue shakes his head at that ridiculous thought, because Nie Huaisang is not likely to call or text him. Nie Mingjue knows he severed every last tie between them when he raised Baxia against his own brother and he’s not mad about that.

He understands.

Nie Mingjue just sat down on his couch—slowly and aching all over like he imagines an eighty-year-old must feel—when it knocks furiously at his door.

Nie Mingjue has half a mind to just ignore whoever it is on the other side, but when the knocking doesn’t stop he forces himself up again.

When he opens the door, a reprimanding ‘What’ already at the tip of his tongue, his breath leaves him like it was punched out of him.

And with how Nie Huaisang throws himself at Nie Mingjue it might as well have been.

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang cries and Nie Mingjue aches with how much pain there is in his voice.

“Huaisang,” he whispers, and it’s only then that he overcomes his surprise and crushes Nie Huaisang to his chest.

Well, it’s not so much crushes as gently presses, but it’s the best he can do now.

“You’re here,” Nie Mingjue says when Nie Huaisang simply continues to cry into his chest and it’s that that finally prompts Nie Huaisang to push away and look at Nie Mingjue.

Rationally, Nie Mingjue knows that eight years have passed and that Nie Huaisang aged and matured, but it’s still strange to see it in person.

“Of course I am here,” Nie Huaisang gives back and fresh tears are running down his cheeks. “How could you ever think I want nothing to do with you, I thought you were dead,” he wails and Nie Mingjue frowns, even though he is so happy he could cry himself.

“But you knew I was alive,” he says, his voice choked up and Nie Huaisang shakes his head, before he buries his face in Nie Mingjue’s chest again.

“Jin Guangyao must have taken that phone call. He never told me about it.”

Nie Mingjue freezes at those words.

“Do you mean that for the last eight years you thought I was dead?” he demands to know and when Nie Huaisang nods Nie Mingjue wishes he could kill Jin Guangyao with his own two hands.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Nie Mingjue breathes out and Nie Huaisang tightens his grip on him.

“Da-ge, I have missed you so much,” Nie Huaisang cries and Nie Mingjue puts his cheek on the top of his head.

He has grown, Nie Mingjue notes wistfully and then he closes his eyes and just enjoys having Nie Huaisang in his arms again.

“I am so sorry for hurting you,” Nie Mingjue says, even though he already said it in the letter.

It bears repeating, especially since some of the scars are still visible on Nie Huaisang’s neck.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Nie Huaisang immediately reassures him. “Jin Guangyao planned it all.”

“And still, I should have never raised Baxia against you,” Nie Mingjue insists and lets out a painful grunt when Nie Huaisang slaps his chest.

It would have been playful, once upon a time, but Nie Mingjue is weak now and it hurts more than he anticipated.

“I am so sorry,” Nie Huaisang breathes out and his hand shakes when he puts it onto the spot he just hit. “But it’s not your fault and I never blamed you, not for anything. I just—I am so happy that I have you back.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to wake up,” Nie Mingjue replies and his voice is more choked up than he would like.

“Are you coming home, da-ge?” Nie Huaisang asks suddenly, and he sounds scared of the answer, as if Nie Mingjue could ever tell him no.

“Of course I am,” he softly says. “As long as you want me there.”

“Now don’t be stupid,” Nie Huaisang pouts. “You have eight years of missed birthday presents to make up for.”

Nie Mingjue can’t even put into words how relieved he is that apparently not all things have changed, and that they can still banter like this.

“Only if you have been good,” Nie Mingjue gives back and pulls Nie Huaisang further into his apartment.

He’s not too sad to leave it behind.

“I took over the company, of course I have been good!” Nie Huaisang argues and Nie Mingjue laughs.

“You have been the best,” Nie Mingjue agrees, seemingly flustering Nie Huaisang with that and he laughs again, more freely than he ever has since he woke up.

He knows his life will be different with his injuries now, but if Nie Huaisang is willing to still be at his side, then Nie Mingjue can’t mind it that much.

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#bt writes #beetober 2020 #untamed fall fest #the untamed #mdzs #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #brotherly feels #reunion #hurt/comfort #misunderstandings #nhs thought nmj was dead #and it wasn't either of their fault

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 3 years

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IDK if someone else already requested this prompt, but can I have a scenario where Eijirō accidentally becomes Izuku's secret Santa because of a misunderstanding??? That's all I wanted to say, TYSM & ILYSM 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 (Platonic KiriDeku) - btw, I've read your previous prompts & they're all sooo good!!!! My favorites are It's Always Been You, Disclosure, Forgive Me, Burning Need, The Rabbit and the Tiger, & Recipe for Disaster 😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩

*Frantically scrambles to get this done before Christmas becomes completely irrelevant* Bibbidi bobbidi boo, it is done, friendo! 😘 This is my first Kirishima POV so fingers crossed it turned out alright :’) (Also, thank you so much, I’m sobbing?! That really warms my heart - I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed them! 💖💖💖)

Eijirou never claimed to be the brightest bulb on the planet.

Granted, it wasn’t through lack of trying; some things just came easier to him than others. For example, when Ectoplasm was spouting about letters which had no right to be in maths, he felt like ripping his hair out - he always refrained though, his hair took way too long to style only for him to mess it up over algebra. However, put him in a gym and ask him about the different muscle groups and he’d be able to recite them with ease.

His strengths just laid elsewhere.

So, when Iida announced something to the class in the common room, Eijirou was too busy watching a workout video on his phone to pay attention. It wasn’t until the class rep wandered over with a bowl full of paper that he realised he probably should’ve been listening.

‘Err… Hey, Mr Class Rep!’ He laughed awkwardly.

‘Good evening, Kirishima-san.’ Iida nodded in greeting and held the bowl out expectantly. ‘Time to pick out a name. Remember, you’re not allowed to tell anyone who you’ve got. As heroes in training, it is important that we are able to keep confidential information a secret.’

Eijirou saluted, before dipping his hand in and picking out a piece of paper. He curiously opened it to find “Midoriya” scrawled out messily on the page. When he confirmed that he hadn’t picked out his own name, Iida said his goodbye and moved on to the next person.

Once alone, Eijirou looked down at the paper crumpled in his hands, the ink staring mockingly at him. He really should’ve been paying attention, but he didn’t want to ask what was happening and risk everyone being disappointed in him. Maybe he could just figure it out based on what he had already heard?

Iida had mentioned keeping it a secret. He also brought up them being heroes in training. Maybe that meant a training event was happening soon! Eijirou furrowed his eyebrows together. They usually didn’t plan things this far ahead though…

‘Hey, Iida!’ He called. ‘When’s this happening?’

‘The evening of the 24th!’ He chopped the air as he spoke. ‘The 25th would be too hectic.’

‘Great, thanks!’ Eijirou gave him a thumbs up to accentuate his point.

When the attention was directed away from him, he sighed and looked across the room at where Midoriya was talking excitedly to Todoroki.

If this was a training exercise, then Eijirou would have to up his game. Besides Bakugou and Crimson Riot, Midoriya was the manliest person he knew and had proved himself to be a formidable opponent time and time again. In order to best him, Eijirou would need to work extra hard and give it his all.

He hastily stuffed the piece of paper in his pocket and stood, excusing himself.

He needed to hit the gym.

💪💪

Six days after he had picked out Midoriya’s name, Eijirou was fairly confident that he could give his opponent a good fight. He just needed one extra push. He needed to train with someone - or someones - who knew Midoriya and his fighting style.

‘Hey Bakubro! Todoroki!’ He called.

His two classmates were in the kitchen; neither appeared to have heard him. Bakugou stood by the oven, wok and wooden spoon in his hands as he cooked something spicy, while Todoroki sat at the counter opposite, conjuring small pebbles of ice and throwing them at the blonde’s back.

‘I swear to fucking All Might, Icyhot, if you don’t cut that out, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.’ He growled dangerously.

‘I'd like to see you try, bitch.’ Todoroki replied nonchalantly, aiming for the back of his head.

Before Bakugou could respond, however, Eijirou decided to intervene.

‘Hey guysss!’ He called out again, rushing forwards and standing between them. The two looked at him confused, but nodded in greeting. ‘I need your help with something.’

‘Why you asking Icyhot?’ Bakugou growled. ‘Ask me instead, Shittyhair!’

‘Jealous?’ Todoroki raised an eyebrow.

‘It’s important I talk to both of you!’ Eijirou laughed nervously and patted the blonde on the shoulder. ‘Well, I say talk… What I mean is… I need your help for training.’

‘Anything in particular?’ Todoroki asked.

‘Well, I’m not supposed to say, but...’ He hesitated. It would be fine if he told them, right? It wasn't like either of them couldn't keep a secret. ‘When we were drawing names last week, I got Midoriya, and you guys know his fighting style best, so I was hoping to spar with you both to improve my training for when I face him.’

The silence in the room was almost deafening, until...

'Dammit, I wanted to get Midoriya.' Todoroki whispered as if Eijirou couldn't hear him.

Bakugou merely huffed.

‘So you’re telling me that you got stupid Deku for your Secret Santa and your immediate reaction was to fight him?’ He finally asked, looking at him like he had grown a second head. 'You know what? No. I'm proud of you.'

‘Secret Santa?’ Eijirou tilted his head to the side. When Bakugou facepalmed in response, he turned to find Todoroki raising an eyebrow, clearly amused.

‘Didn’t you hear Iida explain it?’ He asked, voice even.

‘Not really, but I didn’t want to ask.’ He chuckled nervously. ‘But I assumed that if Iida had organised it, it had to be something to do with training, so I’ve been hitting the gym more because I wanted to put up a good fight, but now I realise that I have to...’

He trailed off and his smile faltered as his eyes widened with realisation. ‘Now I have until tomorrow to get Midoriya a present.’

‘I wouldn’t worry too much.’ Todoroki spoke, shrugging his shoulders. ‘Midoriya is really easy to buy for.’

‘You buy him stuff often?’ Eijirou furrowed his eyebrows together in question.

‘Icyhot has a fucking hard-on for stupid Deku, if you haven’t noticed.’ Bakugou tsked.

‘And you have a hard-on for Kirishima.’ Todoroki replied easily, before turning to Eijirou. ‘Sorry about that, by the way.’

‘Moving on!’ Bakugou exclaimed angrily before Eijirou could process any of what had just occurred. ‘Deku likes heroes and All Might. Literally get him something related to that and happy fucking days.’

‘It’s important to know what he’s already got though.’ Todoroki urged. ‘He already has the official bronze-age, silver-age and golden-age All Might figurines, including the pop vinyl figures. He also has five rare limited edition All Might-’

Eijirou’s brain was starting to do that thing again where it just kind of switched off. He was interested in what Todoroki had to say, honest, he just had trouble processing the fact that Todoroki had the capability of actually speaking more than two sentences at a time.

His eyes must’ve glazed over, because Bakugou suddenly whacked him around the back of the head to snap him out of it.

‘ugh, this is so difficult.’ Eijirou moaned, hiding his face in his hands. ‘So basically he has every single piece of All Might merchandise that a normal person can afford.’

‘I mean, when you put it like that...’ Todoroki stroked his chin, contemplative. ‘You could try and find him merch for other heroes though. As long as it’s not Endeavour, I think he’ll be happy.’

At that moment, a thought struck Eijirou. It was an idea unlike any other. He knew that in the years to come, people would ask him, 'Red Riot, what was your best idea?' and he would immediately think of this moment. It was like the first time he had discovered the beauty of hair spray.

It was a revelation.

‘I have the perfect idea!’ He proclaimed, startling both of his friends. Before either of them could respond though, he quickly thanked them and booked it out of the kitchen.

All it’ll cost me is several boxes of tea!

💪💪

After several hours of pleading with Yaoyorozu, bargaining with Jirou on her behalf, one roll of wrapping paper and way too much tape later, Eijirou placed his present in the designated bag in the common room and collapsed onto one of the sofas, ready to fall asleep. However, Iida’s booming voice soon echoed through the room, startling him.

‘All right! Now that everyone’s presents have been put in the bag, it is time for the Secret Santa exchange!’ His hands chopped through the air as Kaminari stealthily placed a Santa's hat on the class rep’s head without him noticing. ‘Midoriya-san, if you could help me hand out the presents while everyone else gets settled, I would be very grateful!’

‘Of course, Iida-kun!’ Eijirou saw Midoriya sprint over, an eager smile on his lips. However, he tried to hide his snigger when his friend's actions only prompted Iida to lecture him about running inside.

Soon enough, all the presents were handed out and everyone was settled on the sofas and carpet cushions. After opening his own present and finding an erotic Santa×Reader novella called Spanked by Santa inside, Eijirou's eyes instantly landed on Kaminari and the two sniggered to themselves.

'Bro, really?'

'I don't know what you're talking about, man!'

'I know this was you!'

When the two of them calmed down, Eijiro turned and watched as Midoriya struggled to unwrap his present. His crooked hands tried to navigate his way around the mass of tape and Eijrou felt incredibly guilty. Luckily, Todoroki was sitting next to him and helped rip the hardest parts away, only sending Eijirou an exasperated glance once, which he thought was pretty good going.

He leant forwards in his seat and waited for the moment of realisation and oh boy, he was so glad that he did. Wrapping paper torn off, Midoriya stared at the present with wide emerald eyes and let out a shocked gasp.

In his hands was the first ever hero Deku figurine - trademark and copyright Yaoyorozu Momo - ever to exist. Eijirou watched as his friend turned the figure around in his hands, noticing every detail, from the hints of red that poked out from his iron soles, to his white air force gloves, to the yellow bolts fastened to his knee pads, and to the respirator around his neck. A smile appeared on Midoriya’s face and his eyes shone brightly…

Then he promptly burst out crying.

Uraraka and Todoroki, who were sitting either side of their friend, promptly procured two buckets from behind them and held them up, catching the flood of tears pouring from Midoriya’s eyes, while Tsu came up behind him and slid a waterproof coat over his Christmas jumper.

Had they expected this?

Startled, Eijirou leaped off the sofa and ran over to them, scrambling over the mass of presents and wrapping paper scattered around the floor.

‘Midoriya! Oh my god, are you okay?!’ He grasped his friend’s shoulders and shook him slightly as he continued to openly sob. ‘I’m so sorry, do you hate it? Man, I didn’t mean to make you cry-’

‘Kirishima-kun...’ Midoriya slowly calmed himself, reducing the flood of tears down to a slight drizzle as he wiped at his eyes with a waterproof sleeve. ‘I- I love it! I love it so much! Thank you!’

Eijirou stilled, slowly removing his hands from his friend’s shoulders.

’You… You do?’

‘Really, really!’ Midoriya sniffed, eyes now dry and staring at Eijirou with so much gratitude that he had to refrain from placing a hand over his heart and wincing at the intensity. ‘You’re so thoughtful - thank you so much!’

‘No problem, dude!’ Eijirou rubbed the back of his neck and smiled nervously. ‘You’re one of the best heroes out there. It’s only fair that there’s some merch of you out there as well, haha!’

Before he could comprehend what was happening, green lightning suddenly began to crackle around Midoriya as he surged forwards and tackled Eijirou to the floor. His friend hugged his waist tightly and cried freely into his shirt. Not knowing how to proceed, Eijirou gingerly returned the hug and smiled dopily.

So manly.

#kirishima eijirou #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shoto #minor tododeku #minor kiribaku #AgarJelly writes #lovely people #christmas fic #secret santa #the SS book was a present i received back in uni haha #platonic kirideku

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Ten years after the Not-pocalypse, Adam Young, age 21 and recently graduated from university:

-Works in a crappy retail job and lives in a tiny, crappy flat in London

-The crappy flat has no sound insulation, so he’s always hearing the absurd amount of movement from the people in the flat above and the really loud but not quite intelligible conversations from the people in the flat next door. It’s a long way to the nearest public park, and he misses the green of home.

-Is not all that good at his customer service job, with the exception that if a customer is irrationally angry about something, he says he wants to make sure he understands the problem and repeats their complaint back to them with this look in his eyes, and they universally back down and often apologize. His coworkers love him for it. Everything else is just drudgery.

-Single, despite his best efforts. Okay, maybe not his best efforts, but some efforts.

-Knows that his childhood was uncommonly idyllic at least partly due to his powers. He’s not entirely sure how his life went quite so off the rails lately.

-Maybe his powers have faded gradually since he rejected his destiny, or maybe it’s just that on some level he absorbed the expectation that being in one’s early 20’s means being broke and a little lost, and the expectation made it happen whether he wanted it or not.

-Or maybe he just should’ve chosen a more employable course of study at uni instead of comparative religion. In his defense, it seemed relevant to his life.

-Spends much of his free time on climate crisis activism. He’ll be damned (ha) if he stood against the forces of Heaven and Hell, the Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse, and his own birthright to preserve the continuing existence of humanity on the Earth only for humans to blunder into destroying themselves unintentionally through greed and shortsighted decisions.

-He’s been doing this since he was twelve, when Brian sent the Them’s group text an article about the group Extinction Rebellion with the caption “named for us?? :)” Adam had laughed, then actually read the article. Within a week he’d convinced the Them and a dozen of their classmates to show up at the next town council meeting with a list of sustainability demands.

-No matter how many civil disobedience events he takes part in, he never seems to get arrested. Adam suspects it’s his supernatural entity privilege. Pepper says it’s probably mostly that he’s white and great at charming his way out of trouble.

-He’s still friends with all of the Them, but they don’t live especially close together. He does have a flatmate, an American who Adam met at uni.

-At this point you, a genre-savvy reader of much Good Omens fic and meta, are probably seeing the word “American” and thinking that Adam is flatmates with Warlock Dowling. For once, you are wrong.

-Adam’s flatmate is Jesus.

-Not Jesus Christ, but a young man named Jesus Dominguez, pronounced the Spanish way (like hay-soos).

-Jesus is from Southern California, and he talks more than a little bit like a surfer stereotype. He’s got warm brown skin, shoulder-length dark hair in perpetually-mussed waves, and a little beard. He’s kinda leaning into the look to mess with people, but it’s also the same style found on at least a third of the other male-presenting hipsters in London.

-When he learned that he was going to share a flat with someone named Jesus, Adam called Crowley and Aziraphale. He’s never been gladder that he stayed in touch with them, because he NEEDED someone who understood how the Antichrist and Jesus sharing a flat sounded like the setup for a joke or a sitcom. Crowley did indeed laugh out loud, then told Adam that as a fellow lapsed member of the forces of Hell, he could personally recommend sharing quarters with a heavenly adversary. Aziraphale just muttered “oh, stop” at Crowley.

-Adam moved to London because it was easier to get to the important protests there, and because he was curious. He spent the first six months desperately homesick for Tadfield. The city was so crowded but somehow he still felt so alone, other than Jesus.

-Then a midnight fire-alarm in their building sent him and Jesus into the streets along with dozens of their neighbors. Adam finally met the people in the flat above theirs who made all that moving around noise. They were an older couple who took ballroom dancing lessons at the senior center and liked to practice at home. Mrs. Kapoor tried to teach Adam how to foxtrot right there on the pavement in the middle of the night. He stepped on her feet, but since he was in bare feet and she’d actually taken the time to find shoes it wasn’t a big deal.

-Meanwhile Jesus was finally talking to the loud young men from next door. By the time Adam wandered over, Jesus had learned their names (Leon, Seamus, and Nazim) and secured an invitation for the two of them to come over to watch Saturday’s football match, and to join their next D&D campaign (“just no more paladins,” said Nazim). Adam looked forward to finding out whether it was the D&D or the football that was the cause of more yelling.

-As the evacuation stretched on with no hint of either actual fire or clearance to go back inside, the building’s children began to get fussy. Adam found a coin on the ground (successfully picking it up, because Crowley didn’t make it to this neighborhood very often) and proceeded to distract them with stage magic.

-He initially learned stage magic from Aziraphale, but he’s better at it than the angel ever was. He hardly cheats physical reality at all. The kids love it.

-When the fire department finally gives them the clearance to go back inside, Adam’s stomach rumbles. “Is anyone else hungry?,” he asks, to a chorus of agreement. It’s too late for any nearby takeout, but Jesus chats with their neighbors about options.

-Jesus enlists Adam’s help in going from flat to flat gathering ingredients from everyone, and before long they’re serving fish tacos and grilled cheese sandwiches to a small crowd of pajama-clad people. It’s 2 am, but everyone is smiling, or at least has contentment at the edge of their yawns.

-The next day, Mrs. Kapoor brings Adam and Jesus a spider plant cutting, because she thought their flat looked too bare. Adam texts a picture of it to Crowley and receives back lengthy instructions on watering, pot size, soil, and the most effective threats for the species.

-Five months later, the local planning council has an intense debate about why crime rates in one neighborhood have dropped by 75% since their last meeting. They each try to claim credit for their pet civic projects. Actually, it’s because Adam Young has started to love London, or at least his nook of it.

-Buskers soon realize that certain tube stops are generating far more tips than they ever have before, with no obvious demographic shift accounting for the change. The common ground is that these are the stops on Adam’s commutes to work and his activist meetings. He can only occasionally spare a tip himself, but his enjoyment of the music is contagious.

-Even after the breakthrough, not every day is good. On a late summer day that just happens to be the anniversary of the day the world didn’t end, Adam comes home from a protest fuming.

-“Dude, you okay?” asks Jesus, looking up from his guitar. (Jesus sometimes goes to protests with Adam, but not usually the ones where they’re planning on breaking laws. “I’m a brown-skinned foreigner, man. Do you think I’ll get away with what you get away with? I’m not ready for that yet,” he says, and Adam can’t argue.)

-“The media barely showed up at our event, probably because it was about a million degrees and even though that’s exactly what we’re protesting, nobody wants to be out in it. Six of our people passed out from the heat and three got arrested. They still didn’t arrest me, but I got pushed over and cracked my phone screen. On my way home, some drunk on the tube vomited on my shoes. Our green jobs bill still doesn’t have the votes in Parliament, and have you seen the latest news on the Antarctic ice sheets?” Adam kicks off his shoes, then collapses dramatically onto the futon and groans.

-“Sounds rough,” says Jesus.

-“I should’ve just ended the damn world when I was eleven and I had the chance. Would’ve been quicker,” Adam mutters.

-Jesus gets up and goes to the kitchen. He brings Adam a beer. “You don’t mean that, bro,” he says.

-Adam sighs, accepting the beer. “I suppose not.”

-He drinks his beer. Dog, now grey-muzzled and slow, shuffles over to curl up at his feet. Adam pulls out his phone, which is cracked but still seems functional. He’s got a text from Aziraphale.

-“Dear Adam,” the text begins, because Aziraphale might have finally deigned to learn to text but he steadfastly refused to adopt its stylistic conventions, “I hope that you have returned safely from today’s protest. I’m very proud of your continuing efforts, and though he won’t admit it I know that Crowley feels the same. Please write back at your earliest convenience. Fondly, Aziraphale”

-Adam texts back to reassure the angel, who will doubtless pass it on to Crowley, then he texts similar reassurances to his parents and to Mrs. Kapoor upstairs. He’s still figuring out this adulthood thing, but he’s got a lot of parental figures looking out for him. His Infernal Bio-Dad isn’t one of them, and that’s the way Adam likes it.

-Through the open window comes the sound of music blasting from a car stuck in traffic below. Freddie Mercury and David Bowie are singing:

And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night, And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves.

-He turned down the chance to rule the world, and he’d make the same choice again, but he still feels a certain proprietary responsibility towards the planet and its inhabitants. His father—his real, earthly father—didn’t raise him to shirk responsibility, and he’s not one to cave under pressure.

-Life is hard, people are mostly idiots, and the world is coming apart at the seams, but it’s his messed up life and his idiotic people and his beautiful, half-broken world.

#good omens #adam young #good omens headcanons #fanfic #post-canon #please excuse any errors and americanisms #long post #tardis-stowaway's writing & stuff

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piratejct · 3 years

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* 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 + 𝐡𝐞 / 𝐡𝐢𝐦 | you know 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐮𝐞𝐫, right? they’re 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 by 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞 like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole 𝐨𝐢𝐥-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟑𝐫𝐝 so they’re an 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

NAME: adam bauer NICKNAME(S): n/a, but you’re welcome to change that xx D.O.B: april 3rd, 1992 AGE: 29 BIRTH PLACE: san diego, california CURRENTLY RESIDING: irving, north carolina SEXUALITY: bisexual OCCUPATION: freelance mechanic & bartender at scuba

BACKSTORY:

tw: mentions of kidnapping, attempted murder, drugs, overdose, death, drunk driving, car crash, self-loathing.

80% of your life has been all but worth it. are you in the right place? failure, guilt and persistent hollowness occupy your entire being, nibble at the slab of meat inside your head, keeping you up night after night. where did things go wrong? were you destined to be this way? you were born into a middle class household that lasted only a couple of years. you were six, your sister three when the police came knocking on the door. the last time you saw your father was on the tv, the very next day when he had officially become the town’s own boogeyman. later, you learned he’ll spend the rest of his days in prison –– a punishment still not good enough for a kidnapping and two counts of attempted murder.

frantically, your mother packed the bags and not even a month later, you could officially consider yourself a resident of irving. it was a promising new beginning, until it wasn’t. your mother found a man, an alright man –– or so she had thought at the time. he always remembered to say hi to you, smile in the doorway, so you used to think he was okay, too. after all, he was not locked up in a cell, and that immediately made him better than some. after a year of a seemingly healthy relationship, your mother had the third baby and the thought of a happy family was ever so exciting. but of course, before they could even decide on a name, the man was gone. vanished, with any hopes the now single mother of three had had.

you grew up faster than most of the other kids in class. you didn’t have a choice. every day, you’d help your mom around the house, and while you wouldn’t realize it, you were her rock. and she? she was your best friend. at one point, your only friend. the kids at school wouldn’t die for you. they thought you were stupid, because whenever you’d read out loud, your voice would shake. you’d get nervous and you’d stutter, which made your voice shake even more and barry with the crooked teeth laugh even harder. they didn’t understand why you couldn’t just read the words, and for the longest time, you didn’t either. not even after the doctor gave it a name: dyslexia.

but you couldn’t blame it all on a learning disorder. sure, it was difficult, but it’s not like you had the drive to try, despite it. school wasn’t your forte and being book-smart would never be on your resume. even though your grades were known for being just a tad below average, you graduated, but didn’t leave it at that. god, you probably should’ve. but you wanted your mother to be proud. and so, you applied for university in a different town. to everyone’s surprise, they accepted the half-assed application without even acknowledging the numerous spelling errors. your mother hugged you tight, cried into your chest. she told you she loved you and you genuinely believed her. and then like every man in her life, you went off to disappoint her.

you changed your major twice before dropping out altogether. instead of attending lectures, you started selling drugs around the corner, always keeping yourself sufficiently high, too. it felt like an easy life, until they busted your ass. the student loan was cancelled and you were kicked out of the dorms. for months, you’d go between couch-surfing and sleeping in remote locations, all while doing heavy drugs and calling home every tuesday to tell your mom everything was going just great. then, they found you unconscious in a bathroom stall. accidentally, you had taken one too many.

after that, you had no choice but to come clean and return back home, where you’d spend months in rehab while wondering if being a person is really your calling. no matter where you went, you just couldn’t fit in. while your siblings were close, you were an outsider, an intruder in your own home and the prime example of what not to do in life. your half-brother was the polar opposite, and every day, you’d watch him succeed, no matter what it was. highest grades, captain of the football team, the perfect boy next door –– the complete package. he knew he was better and you hated him for it.

he had just started studying business at the local university. he was eighteen, his spirits always high. he was the life of the party, of every party. that night, he had driven himself, taken your mother’s car with the promise of returning it in one piece. the plan was to stay overnight, but due to issues you couldn’t even be bothered to hear about, it wasn’t a possibility. he called around 3 in the morning, drunk and asking if you could be a good brother, just this once, and pick him up. naturally, you were too tired and too bitter to cooperate. “figure it out, buddy.”

and he did.

the police said the body was near unrecognizable, the car wrecked, in pieces on the side of the road. you fucked up. you fucked up real bad. and your mother? fuck, she was too nice to you. too supportive. she only blamed you once, wine drunk and miserable. “tell me, adam. where did i go wrong?” and “if you weren’t so awful to people all the time, your brother would still be with us.” in that moment, you wished it would’ve been you. and three years later, you still do.

PERSONALITY, OR LACK THEREOF:

+ self-sufficient, loyal, protective - aloof, stubborn, hotheaded

x rough around the edges. resting face screaming “permanently pissed off”. favorite party-trick revolves around looking as unapproachable as possible. not a horrible guy, but he is a deeply unhappy person. at this point, however, he’s pretty much used that being the norm. has learned to live with it.

x has a hard time letting his guard down. tends to isolate himself, doesn’t let people too close because he genuinely seems to believe he’s better off on his own. at the same time, persistent loneliness is what keeps him up at night. can someone please hold him? but.. instead of establishing deep, personal connections, he does tend to sleep with people and not talk to them again. thinks that if he doesn’t let anyone close enough, they won’t be able to fully hate him for who he actually is.

x can go from being this chill, mellow, i-don’t-care to full blown anger. temperamental, confrontational when provoked, stubborn enough to stick with whatever he believes in. don’t catch him on a bad day. that being said, he’s much gentler around women. guys, on the other hand? piss him off just enough and you’ll get your ass kicked. men can make his soul angry and his dick hard.

x overall, there is some suppressed softness there but you’re not getting any of it unless you’ve unlocked level 109 friendship. <3 sorry <3

x because of past experiences, he tends to stay away from heavy drugs. however, he does like to smoke some weed every now and then. (read: everyday, bro.) and even though he doesn’t really deal, if you need a bud or two, you can hit him up and hope for the best.

x sarcastic and tends to act unbothered, but is actually very protective of these few people he’s actually allowed himself to care about. don’t mess with his folks, folks.

x chainsmoker. smokes everywhere, even in bed.

x is currently renting an apartment with one or two other people. works as a freelance mechanic while also bartending at scuba. on the side, he also dabbles in music, mainly synth but he can also play guitar. however, it’s not something he talks about because, um, he’s insecure. :) to be fair, though, he definitely doesn’t suck.

x his alcohol tolerance is spot-on, so at least he’s got that going for him. he’s also pretty street smart. and despite usually not being one for physical contact, boy actually gives amazing hugs.

x momma’s boy at heart. king of cool hairstyles by choice.

x don’t talk about his brother. or do! how much do you need teeth, really?

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

everything basic, essential and beyond. give me:

housemates

best friend

some other close friends

hook-ups

exes (good and bad terms)

enemies. someone to fistfight with!

childhood friends

drug/party buddies

co-workers

and whatever your heart desires x

#irvingintro #guten tag welcome to this pile of crap <3 #i wrote this at 5 am while facetiming shakespeare

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aforrestofstuff · 4 years

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“Is this the ask box? Dude I have no idea where to submit crap but here it goes: The S Class have a group chat, what’s it called and do they chat shit about Amai Mask in it? Does anyone send memes? What do they talk about? I feel as if you’re the best person to ask crap like this too”

You sent me a submission. But that’s ok, tumblr is hard. It took me like 4 months to figure out how to turn anon on so you’re already a step ahead of me lol.

How the S-Class heroes text and what they would do in a group chat:

So, the name of the group chat would probably just be “S-Class”. Nobody really wastes their time trying to change it because Child Emperor would just change it back.

Yes, they make snide remarks about Amai all the time. Metal Bat especially.

I’m gonna give a rundown on what each S-Class hero does in the group chat and then give you their texting style when talking to other people (with a screenshot):

Tornado of Terror:

Group chat: Only talks shit in the group chat. Pulls no punches. She’s salty 24/7 and only agreed to be a member of the chat just so she can berate the other S-Class heroes in the event that they fuck up even a little bit.

Texting style: Her texting style is a lot. Just... a lot of words in caps. If you don’t respond to her within five minutes, she’ll spam the living hell out of your phone. She’s so angry. Someone help her.

Silverfang:

Group chat: Nonexistent. He reads all of the messages but never participates in conversation. He rarely ever uses his phone anyway. The Messages app is the only app on his home screen.

Texting style: A... lot... of.... dots..... Texts like an old man on Facebook. He doesn’t know how to implement contact names so he just memorizes everyone’s number.

Atomic Samurai:

Group chat: Also nonexistent. He has that shithead boomer attitude that all new technology is evil and useless, so he doesn’t even bother reading the messages in the chat either.

Texting style: he rarely uses his phone. He just has one because Iaian’s cell carrier gave him a freebie. Atomic Samurai texts surprisingly well, he’s just super salty about it. His only contacts are his three disciples, and he would’ve had to resort to remembering their numbers like Silverfang had they not put their names in themselves.

Child Emperor:

Group chat: serves as moderator. He basically does anything the Hero Association execs doesn’t wanna do, so he’s in charge of keeping the group chat friendly (which is almost impossible).

Texting style: perfect grammar. Very professional. All of his contacts are labeled specifically and he uses a different phone each week because he’s paranoid of any information leaks.

Metal Knight:

Group chat: He would be a moderator like Child Emperor but then the Hero Association grew a brain cell and said fuck that. Because of this, he’s requested to be left out of it. He wouldn’t give enough of a fuck to read the messages nor engage in any discussion anyway.

Texting style: Very demanding. Short texts. Uses a different phone each week like Child Emperor because lord knows he’s got a lot of shit to hide.

King:

Group chat: he’s not even in the group chat and he thinks it’s because nobody’s noticed, but the truth is that everyone knows it and they’re either too intimidated or don’t give enough of a shit to ask. He gets nervous every time someone mentions it in a meeting because he would rather swallow a microwave than have to talk to his coworkers any more than he already has.

Texting style: pretty normal. Lenient on grammar, uses acronyms, texts at normal intervals. His phone is full of pics of anime catpeople and he gets Discord notifications a metric-fuckton times a day from the many, many gaming servers he’s part of (nobody knows it’s him though).

Zombieman:

Group chat: lurks. He reads only the important messages and responds with one-worded texts. Usually just things to let everyone know he understands what’s going on like “got it” or, “affirmative”.

Texting style: he knows how to use his phone, but in a middle-aged suburban dad sort of way. He only ever uses it to read the news, take pictures of crime scenes or important documents, use the notepad, and text a select few people. He gets new phones often—not quite as often as Child Emperor or Metal Knight—because he’s also paranoid about it falling into the wrong hands. In addition to that, technology hates him. Siri never listens because his voice is fucky as all hell.

Drive Knight:

Group chat: He doesn’t even have a cellphone, nor is he in the group chat. He’s basically a walking computer so he’s got 0 use for a phone. And he’s not in the group chat because he specifically requested that he not be put in it on account of the fact that he doesn’t give enough of a shit about his coworkers’ internal affairs.

Texting style: Doesn’t text. Like I said, he doesn’t have a cellphone. If he wants to get a message across, he’ll communicate it over comms. Like a weirdo.

Pig God:

Group chat: Is surprisingly active? I think I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but the main three things he does all hours of the day are use the internet, eat, and do hero work (which also counts as eating). So, lo and behold, he’s got a lot of spare time to communicate with everyone over text. It’s easier for him to talk over text than it is in person, since he’s really shy. His real personality really shines through. Proud of him.

Texting style: Basically like any regular teen. Uses acronyms, sends the occasional meme, leaves people on read for hours at time because he can’t be bothered to pick up the phone, and has no care whatsoever for grammar.

Superalloy Darkshine:

Group chat: Super active. Engages in nearly every conversation and almost serves as a mediator whenever it comes to arguments. He’s really positive and doesn’t like conflict so he’ll do whatever he can to alleviate any tension between anyone in the chat in the event that it arises. If Child Emperor wasn’t moderator, it would be him. He also exchanges boomer-ass fitness memes with Tanktop Master. The two of them just kind of have their little side conversations while everyone else is talking about a completely different thing. They’re best bros.

Texting style: Like I said, he’s super positive. He’ll use emojis every other word and a LOT of exclamation points because he feels there’s not much else he can do to express his perpetual excitement about everything. He takes care of his phone relatively well considering his whole schtick is tanking damage. He might need to get it repaired every once and a while because he absolutely REFUSES to get a new one. He grows attached to objects really easily and losing something he’s had for so long would feel like losing a close friend.

Watchdog Man:

Group chat: not even in it. He can’t even text because no phone in the world can detect his fingers through the super thick pads of his suit. He doesn’t even have a phone for this reason. Why would he need one when he’s in the same place all hours of the day?

Texting style: like I said, he doesn’t even have a phone. If he did, he’d probably eat it. Not because he’s too dumb to know the difference, but because he feels that’s the only use it’ll serve to him.

Flashy Flash:

Group chat: Only reads the important messages and engages in conversation when it serves to humor him. He’s not super talkative, but when he is, he’s got a LOT to say. He usually just quarrels with Tatsumaki whenever she gets smart with someone. It’s a wonder she hasn’t killed him yet.

Texting style: Sort of formal. He texts exactly like how he talks. He goes the extra mile to use proper grammar and even thinks emojis/acronyms are frivolous. Pretty pretentious, but he gets whatever point he’s trying to communicate across quite well.

Genos:

Group chat: I can’t decide between him either being super involved in the chat or not giving a shit at all so I’m just gonna flip a coin here... Super involved! He’s got something to say on every topic and voices his opinion with no filter. Aside from that, he doesn’t really engage in conversation very much. He just sort of drops in every so often to give the take of the century and dips the fuck out.

Texting style: Basically like Flashy Flash’s style. He texts exactly like how he talks, uses near perfect grammar, and thinks emojis/acronyms are a waste of time. Occasionally, Saitama will convince him to “act like a teenager” and type “lol”, but it never sticks. You could say... he’s programmed that way. Hehe.

Metal Bat:

Group chat: Shit-talker in chief. He initiates all discourse on Amai Mask and nobody really complains since they’re all in the same Amai Mask hate club, practically. If anyone’s sending good memes, it’ll be him. He’s got no filter and voices his opinions with no fear, taking no prisoners and shit-talking everyone equally.

Texting style: Gen Z to the extreme. Uses emojis, acronyms, the whole shebang. He’s young enough to have grown up on technology so he knows how to use his phone well. The phone itself, however, is barely functioning. If it could talk it would be saying “kill me...” because Badd drops it, smashes it, and breaks it 24/7. The only thing he does to repair it is apply some scotch tape and call it a day. It looks like shit. He doesn’t want to get a new one until the one he has now is COMPLETELY broken.

Tanktop Master:

Group chat: Like I said, he and Superalloy Darkshine have their own side conversations while everyone else is on a completely different topic. They exchange boomer-ass memes about fitness and shit. Other than that, he doesn’t really participate outside of the occasional one-word text that lets everyone know he understands what’s being said.

Texting style: Dad. He texts like a dad. Not a smart dad either, like a tryhard dad that had just googled internet terminology and uses it in all the wrong ways. He doesn’t use emojis because there’s so many that he gets overwhelmed. He tries though, by god he tries.

Puri-Puri Prisoner:

Group chat: Basically a mediator like Superalloy. He doesn’t really like conflict and does his best to spread love and cheer but to no avail, since everyone else is a huge drag. He engages well in conversation and offers his input on plans. He’s a pretty active and well-rounded member.

Texting style: one problem, though. He’s not supposed to have a phone in prison. His texting style is very abbreviated and almost illegible because he has to get the message across as fast as possible before anyone notices he has a cellphone. The phone itself is old as hell and smells like ass. For obvious reasons.

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maybankiara · 4 years

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I’M GETTING LOST ON YOU (YOU GOT ME DOING THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT I’D DO)

summary: Neither of them says anything for a short while. JJ doesn’t know what’s going on, because she hasn’t really said anything, but he isn’t quite opposed to the situation.

They’ve been close before. Closer, even. But it has never felt like this – so intimate.

If either of them moved a few inches, their lips would be touching.

When she finally says something, it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear. ‘I thought you didn’t like me anymore.’

— in which jj finally grows a pair and asks kiara out.

pairing: JJ x Kiara

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No Pogue-on-Pogue macking; that was the rule number one. It was a rule they’d established a long time ago, when they were just kids, and when Kiara had just joined. Crushes or love hadn’t been on any of their minds, but rules had to be set, so they set them.

Years went by, and somehow they all became entranced by Kiara. It wasn’t just that she was the only girl in their group of boys; it wasn’t just that she was forbidden; it wasn’t just that she didn’t want any of them.

Or at least for JJ, it wasn’t that.

She was the first girl he started flirting with. They were barely thirteen, and JJ liked it when she blushed and rolled her eyes at him, so he kept it going. He got better at it, to the point where he was better than most boys their age.

She was the first girl he kissed, too. It was a dare, and it was a horrible, awkward, flimsy and clumsy first kiss, but it was the one JJ had never forgotten. He got a lot better at kissing since then, but that was the only time he’d ever kissed her.

Kiara was always there. Kiara was someone he could always like at a safe distance, where lines between flirting and being overly friendly were blurred just enough.

But now it’s the summer before university, they are almost eighteen, and Kiara is going away sooner rather than later.

Her father opens the door. His eyes check JJ up and down, and he frowns. ‘Kiara! It’s for you!’

‘Thanks, Mr. C.’

Mike Carrera closes the door and JJ is left standing outside.

Panic washes over him. What if Kiara doesn’t like it? What if he’s about to screw everything up? Maybe he doesn’t look good enough, maybe she still has feelings for Pope, or John B, has she ever looked at him the way he looks at her?

He walks in the spot, fingers in his mouth and teeth tugging at the nail bed.

This was a big mistake.

The flowers are too much. Kiara doesn’t like people who aren’t environmentally friendly. Is picking flowers environmentally unfriendly? Is she going to get mad at him over this?

He doesn’t think he could stand her getting mad at him.

‘JJ! What’s happening?’

JJ stops in his tracks, and looks at the porch.

Kiara is standing there, wearing grey shorts and a plum tank top. Her hair is in a half-up do, and her skin is glistening with a sheer layer of sweat that’s a consequence of one of the hottest days Outer Banks has seen this summer. She’s half leaning out of the door, with one of her hands on the door frame, the other running through her hair.

It was enough to make him remember why he chose to take this shot.

‘JJ,’ she says, softly. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘What?’

‘You’re pacing like crazy. Did something happen? Are you okay? What’s with the flowers?’

It’s only now, standing five feet away from her, that JJ notices the worry in her face. It’s in the slight wrinkles on her forehead and the pout of her lips, and how she tilts her head and looks him up and down, in a way that he knows means she’s looking for any new bruises decorating his body.

JJ smiles. His shoulders relax and there’s a spring in his step when he comes closer.

‘Everything’s good,’ he says. She squints at him, so he adds, ‘I promise.’

‘Okay… What’s with the flowers, then?’

‘Oh!’ He stretches his arms towards her, the bouquet almost hitting her in the stomach. ‘These are for you.’

‘For me?’

‘Yeah,’ says JJ. ‘I got them for you.’

Kiara takes them and he sees the familiar redness across her cheeks, one that he hasn’t managed to achieve in longer than he’d like to admit. She smiles, sheepishly, and leans against the door frame.

Somewhere in the distance, crickets are chirping.

She thanks him quietly.

JJ sighs and takes a step closer, until they’re merely a feet apart. Kiara doesn’t flinch, as she’s used to him being in everyone’s personal space, but she looks a little surprised by the action.

A strand of her hair falls in front of her face and, without thinking, JJ’s finger tucks it behind her ear.

When his hand lingers on her neck, right below her ear, he wishes he could do more than just tuck her hair.

But he doesn’t. He isn’t being any more reckless tonight than he already is. Instead, he lets his hand fall back into his pocket, and gives Kiara a warm smile.

His eyes flicker to her lips, but that’s something he can’t control. He spent one too many night wondering if they would taste the same as they did all those years ago.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, ‘if this is too much.’

‘JJ—’

‘No, listen. I know there’s the rule about no Pogue-macking, and I know both you and I have been proud of how independent we are, and I respect that.’ His smile falters, but he looks at Kiara’s face, and lets himself not worry for a hot second. ‘I just wanted to tell you that I see you as more than just a friend, Kie. And obviously, I totally respect your feelings, whatever they are, because you know, bros before hos or whatever. I just wanted you to know. Before you leave. That I’m in love with you.’

JJ closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, already preparing for the inevitable rejection.

He wasn’t supposed to do this. He wasn’t supposed to spill his guts to her, because that could only freak her out.

When he starts shaking, he bits his lip. In his pockets, his fingers are fidgeting, and he starts finding the crickets a comic addition to the situation.

Well. He knew he’d fuck this up.

‘Open your eyes, JJ.’

He does.

Kiara is looking at him with a face that he can’t really read, but she’s holding the bouquet close to her chest, so maybe that’s a good sign. Her eyes are gazing into his and he begins to wonder what she’s searching for.

A soft breeze passes between them, and her hair sways on the wind a little. She looks so soft, so beautiful in that moment – all JJ wants her is to know that. To know how beautiful she is, both on the outside and the inside.

So he says it.

‘It’s not – It’s not just about the way you look, Kie, I hope you know that.’ His fingers tuck the wind-swept strands away, and this time, he lets his hand linger on her neck with no plans of moving it away. ‘You’ve been there for me when I needed you. You banter me like no one else does, and you call me out on my shit when John B and Pope can’t be bothered. I love riling you up because I love when you get protective of the world, when you talk about your ideas to save it. I just… I just wanted you to know that.’

She smiles, laughs a little, too, and JJ feels her breath hot against his own. He’s not sure if it’s the light, or if there’s a twinkle in her eyes.

‘I never took you for such a sap, JJ.’

He leans his head back and groans, but when he looks back, she’s smiling even wider. His eyes fall to the strap of her top and he plays with it, twirling it around his fingers, trying to keep his mind away from thinking about how easy it would be just to take it off.

Neither of them says anything for a short while. JJ doesn’t know what’s going on, because she hasn’t really said anything, but he isn’t quite opposed to the situation.

They’ve been close before. Closer, even. But it has never felt like this – so intimate.

If either of them moved a few inches, their lips would be touching.

When she finally says something, it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear. ‘I thought you didn’t like me anymore.’

JJ looks back at her, brows furrowed, head tilted. ‘What?’

‘When John B kissed me, and then everything with Pope happened.’ Kiara bites her lip and looks away, and JJ is now certain there’s a twinkle in her eyes. ‘I thought you moved on, and at first I was happy, but then I realised how much I miss you flirting with me and dancing with me and complimenting me and – and –’

‘I’m here, now,’ he says. ‘I never stopped liking you. I tried, but I couldn’t.’

She looks back at him, hopeful, and JJ can barely hold himself from kissing her full on the mouth, like he’s been dreaming of all these years. The realisation of the meaning of her words hits him like a truck and he steps back, almost, gasping.

Kiara’s hand catches his, the one that’s still on her neck. Her palm is warm and her fingers are tiny compared to his, and seeing them together like that is yet another blow.

‘JJ, are you okay?’

He clenches his teeth, and nods. If he opens his mouth, he’ll kiss her, and he doesn’t know if she wants it.

That’s when he realised that he didn’t actually believe this would go well, and it did, and he isn’t fucking prepared for this.

What do you do when you confess your feelings to someone and they love you back?

He laughs, a little, nervously. ‘I was actually supposed to just ask you out. Not confess my feelings.’

‘That’s okay. It’s not too late.’

‘For what?’

‘Asking me out,’ Kiara says, sheepishly, ‘if that’s what you want.’

‘Oh.’

For a brief moment, JJ’s brain just… freezes. He stares at Kie and there’s a lot of things he’s thinking of doing, but formulating a question that he never even gave a thought about (because he never even thought he’d get the chance to) is not one of them.

‘Um.’

Kiara laughs. ‘JJ, are you broken?’

‘Maybe,’ he says. ‘A little bit.’

‘Okay.’

Taking his hand in hers, she takes it off her neck as she crouches and places the bouquet on the floor. She straightens her back and closes the distance between them and oh no, JJ is definitely thinking all the wrong thoughts and wraps her arms around his neck, the way she never has.

The way he hasn’t even seen her do to Pope, for those brief three weeks they tried being a thing two years ago.

No, this is a different, this is for JJ only, it’s intimate and possessive at the same time, and her lips are so close that—

Kiara brushes her lips against his, so softly he barely feels it.

‘Kie,’ he whispers.

Her voice is just as quiet. ‘Yes?’

JJ’s hands wrap around her torso and press her against him. He leaves one hand at the small of her back, drawing circles with his thumb, and brings the other one to her ear, to get her hair out of the way for the third time in fifteen minutes. ‘You have hair all over your face.’

She laughs at that and buries her head in his chest. It’s so soft and natural and earnest that he almost melts into the touch, seen and felt and understood and accepted for the first time.

He places a finger under her chin and lifts it, gazing into her eyes with a little more adoration he think he should – but he can’t help it. Not anymore. Not when his world is in the palm of his hand.

So he says, quietly, ‘I love you.’

And then kisses her, softly. It’s a chaste kiss, and he sets rain to the flames within him, tells them to wait.

When they part, JJ sees the world in a new light.

Brighter, for starters, and maybe not out to get him.

‘Kiara Carrera,’ he begins, ‘do you want to go on a date with me?’

‘I would love to.’

Kiara leans in for a kiss but he pulls back, letting go of her instead. When she looks at him, puzzled, he walks off the porch backwards, grinning at her wider than he thinks he’s ever grinned.

‘That’s all you’re getting for now,’ he tells her. ‘I’m a reserved man.’

She flips him off and she laughs, and something makes him think that maybe this wasn’t a dumb idea. Maybe they were just the same, only better. Maybe he didn’t fuck everything up.

Maybe for the first time in his life, he did the right thing.

#outer banks #obx #jiara #jiara fanfic #outer banks fanfic #obx fanfic #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jj x kiara #jj x reader #my fic #f: obx #obx fic #c: jj #c: kiara #s: jiara

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mlqcconfessions · 4 years

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Hi! I wonder what happen if Lucien's sister dating Gavin. Are they can going date freely?

This is already the 4th installment in this series (surprised no one’s mentioned Kiro yet)

WOWOWOWOW you guys must really like them

somebody give poor Birdcop a break here

MLQC Headcanon - MC dating Gavin as Lucien’s sister

Lucien

You two were very close as siblings (even at an early age)

You only had each other, after all

Ever since your parents died in the crash, he’s been much more protective of you

But that doesn’t mean he’s forbidding boyfriends!

He figured it would be better to have someone else you can rely on (especially because he won’t be next to you always)

He wasn’t the type to follow you on dates

He knew you would be uncomfortable if he did that (I’m looking at you Victor)

But he did want to know what you would be doing that day (just so he doesn’t have to constantly worry)

Plus, you would occasionally update him throughout the date

He was curious when he found out that your boyfriend was your high school senior

“Gavin Bai?”

“Yeah! He’s a Loveland police officer!”

“Hmm. And an agent for STF, I see” (he’s looking at his phone)

“…..how did you know that?”

“I have my ways”

“Would you like to know anything else about him, little sister?”

——————–

He’s in his office waiting for you to come home from your date

He’s busy preparing for next week’s lecture

But he wants to greet you when you come home

So he finishes extra early (even the other professors are scared of him sometimes)

“Professor Xu, the rest of us (there’s 5 others in the room) are going for some drinks. Would you like to join us?”

He smiles politely before gathering his things to leave

“I apologize, but I’ll have to pass up on your offer. My little sister should be getting home anytime soon. She often forgets to carry her keys”

He nods slightly and exits the room

“He really cares for his sister, doesn’t he?”

“Tell me about it! Didn’t you see that photo frame on his desk? He absolutely adores her!”

“How old did you say she was?”

“22. A prime age for a boyfriend, don’t you think?”

“Would Professor Xu allow something like that?”

“Don’t be silly! He’s not old-fashioned like us”

“You’re right. He wouldn’t do such childish things”

——————–

He’s waiting and waiting (but you still haven’t come home)

He’s worried, especially since you haven’t called him

He’s about to call you himself, when he hears a clatter from upstairs

Of course, being the demon brother he is, he immediately locates where the sound is coming from

He walks up to the balcony when he sees you and Gavin together (he was amused at you on the floor, clutching your belly while laughing)

He’s about to open the door when you initiate a kiss on Gavin

The smile doesn’t leave Lucien’s face as he retracts his hand on the door handle

After a while, he decides he’s given you enough time and taps on the windows (he intentionally gathers some currents for the momentum)

“Lu-Lucien!”

“It’s quite late, you should be getting home now”

“Ah, yes….”

“Goodnight Gavin! I’ll see you tomorrow!” (he’s not even using much force, but you still can’t make him budge)

He thinks that you need to train your muscles more

You gently close the door, but can’t seem to look up

It’s not like he was trying to seem intimidating (he doesn’t realize how dangerous his silence is)

“Did you have fun today?” (he wants to break this tension)

“Ah! Yes! I did! Lots of fun!”

“Well, I’m glad you did” (and this was the truth)

But he wanted a little bit of revenge for making him so worried tonight

“I’m just curious, do you do that with Gavin often?”

He’s laughing as he’s being pushed out of your room (again, you’re not able to make him budge)

Gavin

He’s only met Lucien once (when he dropped you off at his office rather than at home)

Minor had warned him about the brothers of girlfriends

“You have to be careful, bro! Don’t chicken out in front of him! You’re gonna get yourself tested for your capabilities as a boyfriend, so just watch out for that. OH! Also! Don’t show too much affection while he’s nearby. You’re gonna get yourself killed. Oh yeah! I almost forgot!…..”

He goes on for nearly 20 minutes

Gavin’s just getting ready at this point

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say” (Minor reads too many shoujo mangas)

But he recalls the time where he actually saw your brother

He wasn’t threatened in any way whatsoever

He was actually quite amiable

He was even offered tea because it was drizzling outside (to which Gavin politely declined)

Just…..a little intimidating (a smile that wasn’t a smile, if you can picture it)

——————–

Today’s date is to the movies (simple and sweet)

It was actually unplanned, so he had you pick whatever

He was relieved it was a good movie (he was worried that you would feel bad, since you were the one who chose it)

Towards the end he starts sniffling unintentionally

He’s hoping that you can’t hear it (of course you can hear it everyone can hear it)

“…I’m not crying” (he’s whispering into the popcorn)

“Gavin…..I didn’t say anything”

“……”

“……..pfft. Gavin, you’re so adorable”

He’s getting so red right now, he looks purple under the blue light from the movie screen

“…..please stop”

——————–

He’s dropped you off at the front door, waiting while you fumble for your keys

He always insists on watching you walk through the door into your house (something about having to stay alert at all times)

“Huh, I swear I grabbed them this time”

“Forgot your keys?”

“…….yeah…..” (he thinks you look so cute flustered like this)

He grabs onto your waist, pulls you close, and takes off with the wind blowing below you two

“Woah, Gavin!”

“Hold on tight!”

He takes you to your balcony (Birdcop can’t think properly, apparently)

“…Gavin….”

“Yeah?”

“The balcony doors are locked, too”

“……..oh right” (he feels like such a dork right now)

He has to listen to you laughing your butt off for a few minutes before you finally calm down

He’s about to take off when he’s stopped by your surprise kiss

He always gets shy like it’s his first kiss or something

And then becomes an entire EXPERT afterwards

He notices you’ve begun to give in (just what he wanted)

He hears the lights knock over and was about to pick them up (but you re-focus him)

As he was about to start his ultimate move, he heard taps from behind

“Lu-Lucien!”

What.

Oh.

oh.

He’s screwed (and he knows it well)

The doors open with a powerful gust that almost knocks him back

Did….did he just….. (copy your evol, Birdcop? Yes. Yes, he did)

“It’s quite late, you should be getting home now”

“Ah, yes….”

“Goodnight Gavin! I’ll see you tomorrow!” (he’s looking at your small figure trying so hard to make that mountain of a brother move)

He hears the doors close and jumps down to where Sparky is parked

He had just experienced the most terrifying 5 minutes of his life

Those were the eyes of a killer (and the cross hairs were aimed at him)

But the last thing he remembers is the flurry of kisses he shared with you

He’s ready for round 2 tomorrow

You were never scared to tell Lucien that you were dating someone

The two of you have been close for as long as you can remember

There was always a sense of telepathy between you and him

He knew what you were thinking about, and sometimes you did too

Emphasis on the sometimes

So there wasn’t much secrecy in this household

You didn’t want to keep any secrets from him anyways

“Gavin Bai?” (this was one of those rare moments where his interests were actually piqued)

“Yeah! He’s a Loveland police officer!”

“Hmm. And an agent for STF, I see”

What.

“…..how did you know that?” (you’re narrowing your eyes at him)

You’re kinda baffled, here

You have an incredible brother (not that you just realized it today)

“I have my ways….would you like to know anything else about him, little sister?”

Correction.

You have an incredible DEVIL as a brother (not that you just realized it today)

You quickly leave the room to get dressed

……you didn’t want to know his ways

——————–

The movie date went really well

You weren’t expecting much, and neither was Gavin

You were kinda proud for picking such a good movie (randomly, at that!)

But he just starts crying? (it was the part where the dog died)

“…I’m not crying” (why is he whispering to the popcorn?)

“Gavin…..I didn’t say anything”

He buries his face in the popcorn container

“……..pfft” (you lean your head on his shoulder)

“Gavin, you’re so adorable”

“…..please stop”

——————–

You walk side-by-side with Gavin, until you reach the steps of the front door

“I had fun today, thank you”

“Me too” (he’s smiling at you so sweetly)

You’re looking for your keys in your bag, but you can’t find them

“Huh, I swear I grabbed them this time”

You can’t raise your head (this is so embarrassing….)

Suddenly you find yourself in the air with his body pressed close to you

“Woah, Gavin!”

“Hold on tight!” (you’re not complaining)

In no time, you’re at your balcony

“…Gavin….”

“Yeah?”

“The balcony doors are locked, too”

“……..oh right” (you can’t contain your laughter)

After you calm down, you give him a kiss (for being so cute)

He’s definitely startled, but soon responds with his own

You lose yourself in his affection, drowning under the starry night

You accidentally knock over some lights (but you’re too engrossed to care)

As things were becoming more heated, you hear light taps on the balcony windows

“Lu-Lucien!”

He’s smiling, but he’s not smiling

Lucien opens the doors, and a strong gust of wind nearly sends Gavin flying

“It’s quite late, you should be getting home now”

“Ah, yes….”

You sense the tension in the air, and quickly pull Lucien away from the balcony

“Goodnight Gavin! I’ll see you tomorrow!” (you’re basically using all your strength as you close the doors)

There’s silence in the room as Lucien’s just smiling at you

“Did you have fun today?”

“Ah! Yes! I did! Lots of fun!”

“Well, I’m glad you did”

You sigh of relief (I guess he’s not going to ask about what he just saw)

“I’m just curious, do you do that with Gavin often?”

He’s smiling, but HE’S NOT SMILING

This might have been the longest headcanon I’ve written so far

This series is always fun to write (but Kiro is missing out on the fun)

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sporadicerratic · 3 years

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Another Sunrise

Hokay. This is me being brave and doing the thing. Please enjoy this short fic about Sans & Papyrus. Guess this is turning into my fanfic account, lol.

Papyrus stood on the small porch outside of his bedroom, a hot cup of tea warming his phalanges and sending a clouds of steam wafting into the brisk morning air. There had been so many sunrises since the monsters had left the underground, but he never tired of watching the first bright blush creep over the edge of the horizon; signaling the arrival of the brightest star he had ever had the pleasure to behold. As the warmth of the sunlight spread across his face, he noticed a second cloud of steam in his peripheral vision, and looked down in surprise to see that Sans had silently joined him. His brother randomly appearing nearby without a sound was nothing new, but Sans was rarely awake when the sun first made an appearance, and Papyrus was thrilled for the company.

“SANS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING AWAKE AT THIS HOUR?” Concern furrowed his brow as a thought occurred to him, and he reached out to put a gloved hand on his brother’s back. “IT WASN’T A NIGHTMARE, WAS IT?”

Sans turned to Papyrus with a grin, but it wasn’t the mask that he had worn for all of those years in the Underground. Sans had been letting that fall away more and more as of late, and even if his smile wasn’t quite as wide, Papyrus relaxed slightly when he saw that it was genuine.

“nah, bro. i know you’re out here every morning. figured i’d come spend some time with my favorite brother.”

“SANS. I AM YOUR ONLY BROTHER.”

“doesn’t make you any less my favorite.”

Papyrus smiled a bit wider himself at that, and then wrapped his arm around Sans’ shoulder. Taking a deep breath that, as a skeleton, he didn’t really need, he let his sockets slide shut and listened to the birds in the surrounding trees calling to one other.

Sans reciprocated Papyrus’ gesture, but, due to his height, the best he could do was to place a hand on his brother’s spine.

“ya know,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper, “it was about this time of day when I first found ya.”

Papyrus’ sockets snapped open, and he turned his head slowly to look down at Sans, who was very pointedly staring directly at the rising sun.

“EXCUSE ME, BROTHER. DID YOU JUST SAY…THAT YOU...FOUND...ME?”

Several soulbeats passed before Sans inhaled sharply and turned to meet Papyrus’ shocked gaze. “yep. heard you crying. for a babybones, you sure had a set ‘a pipes. I was surprised some other monster hadn’t found you first, with the way you were carryin on. some things about you have always been great, bro.”

Papyrus stood silently for a few moments, processing this information. Sans had never been very forthcoming about why he had had to raise Papyrus on his own, and after a certain age, it had ceased to be a priority for Papyrus. When Sans didn’t want to share information, he didn’t share information, and there was nothing Papyrus could do about it.

“…..Where?” Papyrus’ voice came out uncharacteristically soft.

Sans’s eyelights winked out, and he anxiously shifted his weight from one foot to the other before answering.

“pretty close to the barrier. the fighting…” Sans choked on the words a bit, and Papyrus couldn’t help himself.

“THE FIGHTING?!! SANS!!! YOU…YOU WERE ON THE SURFACE? DURING THE WAR WITH THE HUMANS?!! SANS!! JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?!!” The words tumbled out as Papyrus’ world tilted hard enough that he put a hand on the railing to steady himself.

Sans stared hard at some speck in the wood grain in front of him for a moment, then leaned his head back and turned to face Papyrus again. Despite his shock, Papyrus noticed that the circles under Sans’ eyes seemed a bit darker than usual. Had he been worried enough about sharing this information that he had been losing sleep? He felt a pang of regret at his outburst.

“i was a kid when i found you, pap. we’ve always only been a few years apart, yeah? you just don’t remember that you were on the surface before. how could you? you were just a babybones when the war ended.”

Papyrus slowly dragged a gloved hand across his features; the sweet cacophony of morning birdsong forgotten as Sans’ words buzzed about his skull.

It was not often that the boisterous skeleton found himself at a loss for words, but then again, it was pretty much never that his soft-spoken brother let one of his closely guarded secrets slip. The morning had suddenly become fragile, somehow. After blurting out his first thoughts, Papyrus was afraid the wrong words just might cause something between himself and Sans to shatter; something that was far more precious to Papyrus than having his most burning questions answered.

The seconds dragged past and neither monster spoke, but their eyes met. They held each others’ gaze and a plethora of emotions played across their features. Shock; sadness; confusion; compassion; they silently searched each other for something; perhaps permission? When Sans saw the fear in his sibling’s eyes, he steeled himself and quietly took the initiative once again.

Papyrus had to strain to hear him. “the fighting…the fighting was everywhere. when we got the news that we were all gonna be sealed underground, well…it was…we didn’t have a lot of time. those of us who were left just kinda, heh, we just kinda had to make a mad dash for it.”

Papyrus could see Sans’ eyelights flickering in and out, as if he were somehow looking at something far away.

“but you were right up close to the barrier, pap. someone did their damndest to get you all the way there, but…they didn’t…quite…make it.”

Papyrus’ gloved hands flew to his mouth as Sans fumbled with his jacket for a moment before pulling a small, blue bone-patterned blanket out from some inner pocket.

“it was,” he paused for a moment, running his hand over what was little more than a worn rag and almost choking on the next word, “dusty. they almost got you through, pap. i just. i made sure you made it the rest of the way. and they’ve always been with you, right? they dusted on the most precious thing in the world.”

He turned to meet his brother’s gaze and what Papyrus saw there this time pierced his soul; any other questions he might have had were banished from his skull by the ferocity of the love, sympathy and sadness that shone forth from Sans’ sockets. Sans gently reached out and offered the little piece of cloth to Papyrus, who took reverently. He spent several minutes turning it over and over in his hands; holding it up to see how truly small it was; and looking at it very, very closely, before very carefully folding it and slipping it inside his battle body.

It was a beautiful morning. Birds were singing. Flowers were blooming. And finally, Papyrus spoke.

“Why Did You Hide This From Me All This Time, Sans?”

Sans didn’t turn his head at all this time, focusing once again on the rising sun, which had nearly cleared tops of the distant hills and set the sky awash with several brilliant shades of orange. He trembled slightly, despite the fact that neither skeleton felt the cold.

“because, Pap. i never wanted you to doubt for a second that I’m your brother. from the moment i picked you up, i knew that i was gonna love you forever, and i never wanted to let anything hurt you, the way the war had hurt me. i didn’t wanna give you a single reason to think that we weren’t family. since coming to the surface, well. heheheh. you know how it is. no more resets. moving forward. coming clean. and that means, the truth. about everything. i figure, you got a right to know. e-even if it means….you don’t think of me as your brother anymore…”

Papyrus watched as a bright blue tear slipped from the edge of Sans’ socket. His grip on the railing had become vice-like, and he was shaking like a leaf. Papyrus made a soft noise, closing the distance between them in a single stride and sweeping his older brother up into a bone-crunching hug; literally. There were several audible pops from Sans’ spine as Papyrus squeezed him as tightly as he could.

“OH SANS. THERE IS NOTHING ABOVE OR BELOW GROUND THAT COULD CHANGE THE FACT THAT WE ARE BROTHERS. IN FACT, I WOULD SAY THAT THIS MAKES OUR BOND EVEN MORE POWERFUL, BECAUSE YOU CHOSE ME, SANS. YOU CHOSE TO PICK ME UP, AND RAISE ME, AND PROTECT ME, EVEN WHEN YOU HAD NOTHING. THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME, SANS. WITH THE GIFT OF THIS NEW INFORMATION, I CAN ALSO SAY, WITHOUT A DOUBT, THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY DEAREST BROTHER. WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! NYEH HEH HEH!”

Sans sniffled into Papyrus’ shoulder for a moment before vigorously wiping a gloved hand across his sockets and leaning back.

“augh…heheh…take it easy, pap. i only got the one spine.”

Papyrus had never seen Sans grin so widely; even when he managed to zing him with the worst of puns. His struggling in Papyrus’ arms was half-hearted at best.

“pap. i’m your only brother.”

Papyrus happily took the bait. “THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOU ANY LESS MY DEAREST BROTHER! THOUGH, I AM STILL THE COOLEST. GEH. WHAT *ARE* YOU WEARING, SANS? IT LOOKS LIKE YOU FOUND IT AROUND THE SAME TIME YOU FOUND ME.”

“hey, this is a classic.”

“MORE LIKE BASIC!”

“…ya know what? you tried. i’m so proud.”

“EXCUSE YOU, THE GREAT PAPYRUS DOESN’T NEED YOUR PITY! MY JOKES ARE BONELY THE BEST!”

“oh my god Pap, you’re gonna make me cry again.”

“NYEH HEH!”

The two skeletons exchanged lighthearted jabs at one another as the last vestiges of orange in the sky gave way to a brilliant blue; Sans sitting comfortably in his brother’s embrace as he had done so many times before, and Papyrus making no move whatsoever to set him down. If they were gripping one another a bit more tightly than normal, neither said a word about it.

#undertale #sans #papyrus #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #undertale fanfic #undertale fanfiction #undertale fan au

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jeontaeh · 3 years

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〚FORTY〛

"Jeon Jungkook?" Taehyung whispered, voice barely coherent. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

There was a pause.

Everyone, wide-eyed, somehow got nervous themselves, stared from Taehyung to Jungkook, and then back to Taehyung, and then back to Jungkook. The silence was overbearing. People held their breaths, anxious for the answer- felt invested in their relationship, somehow.

Jungkook's eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape. He stared at Taehyung for, like, 17 seconds, until-

"Oh my god." Taehyung let out, gulping. "I literally forgot you might say no. Fuck. Okay, if Jungkook says no- this never happened, and I'm moving schools. It was really nice knowing all of you, but-"

"Get off the stage, dummy!" Jimin yelled, and some people around him let out shouts of agreement. Taehyung let the mic go and then jumped off the stage, now on the ground.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook, who had his fists coiled up by his sides, eyes wavering, almost teary. Taehyung fearfully walked closer to him, clearing his throat, and then putting his hands in his pockets so Jungkook wouldn't see how badly they were shaking.

Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds- and the silence and anxiety only grew further. After a bit more of apprehension, Jungkook did it.

He slapped Taehyung across the face.

Okay- lightly. It was a light slap across the face, but Taehyung's head got moved to the side and his eyes widened, heart beating out of his chest. He then heard a small sniffle.

"Y-you idiot," Jungkook said, and Taehyung didn't know what that meant- until he felt Jungkook's hands grip his shirt and pull him towards him. Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook and then saw the boy smiling.

"Yes. A-a hundred times." Jungkook whispered softly, and Taehyung took his hands out of his pockets hurriedly to grip Jungkook's waist- and then pressed their lips together.

It's like fireworks exploded. People around them started clapping, cheering, dancing. Homophobic people forgot about their bigoted views and celebrated love. Because that's what all of it was about in the end, wasn't it?

Taehyung circled his arms around Jungkook's waist, holding him in so tightly that it made the pressed of their lips against one another firmer. Jungkook kissed him eagerly, hands fumbling to grip his jaw and kiss him harder. Shouts of their names and loud screams of joy circled around them, but all they could hear was their hearts beating loudly.

The limitation of their lung capacities pulled them away from the kiss and caused both to press their foreheads against one another.

"I-I thought you were going to say no," Taehyung whispered, words so silent only Jungkook could hear. Jungkook smiled up at him, his doe eyes sparkling.

"Y-yeah, well, I'm an idiot too," Jungkook said with a small giggle, and then began kissing Taehyung again.

"I can't believe they got married." Someone said. Taehyung pulled away from the kiss and then chuckled into Jungkook's lips. Jungkook looked at him fondly, smiling really big.

"You're the bravest person in the world. I'm so proud of you." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung sniffled.

"That means more than you can imagine," Taehyung replied, and they wanted to kiss again, but then suddenly got pulled away from each other.

They didn't even realize some loud pop song was blaring through the speakers- and that everyone was now dancing like crazy, totally blown away by this crazy ass twist of events. Jungkook saw Jimin and Eka, and both squealed and hugged Jungkook tightly. Jimin moved away from the hug and then ran to Taehyung to hug him tightly, too.

"That was the coolest thing you've ever done," Jimin whispered, and Taehyung looked behind Jimin and saw the football boys looking like someone just told them the homophobic fuckboy captain who used to call them faggots just came out as bisexual and declared his love for a boy who he beat up. Oh wait-

"Shit. The guys are walking towards me." Taehyung said, pulling away from the hug. Taehyung could see some of the teachers angrily walking towards him too (probably because he said 'fuck' 18 times in the past 14 minutes).

Taehyung looked at Jungkook, who was looking at Taehyung with a knowing look. Taehyung rushed up to him, and Jungkook wordlessly grabbed his hand, and they both ran out of the sports hall, rushing past all the questions and confusion and weirdos- and into the darkness of the hallway.

"Man what the fuck," Sehun let out, shoulders falling as he leaned against the wall. "I didn't even properly break up with Jungkook," Sehun mumbled. Everyone around him was screaming and dancing in joy.

"Yeah bro. That must suck." A voice came, and Sehun turned and saw Jackson leaning beside him. Jackson turned and looked at him slowly. "You lost your boyfriend and your position as captain in the span of a week. Shit's gotta hurt."

Sehun paused. He looked at Jackson for a few seconds and then widened his eyes. He gripped Jackson's shirt, leaning in. "My room. 5 minutes. You're topping." Sehun snapped lowly, and then turned around and walked out of the sports hall.

"Fuck yeah." Jackson whispered under his breath, and then ran out after him.

"Can you believe this?? V made up for all the stuff he did! And now they'll be happy together!" Jimin said with a grin, jumping up. Eka jumped up with him.

"Yes!! I'm so happy for them! Come on, let's dance in victory, they're playing old Katy Perry-" Eka said, gripping Jimin's arm.

Jimin pulled his arm away. "Wait here. I'm just gonna go talk to Rose. She said she wanted to talk to me about something. Who knows, I might get some tonight too," Jimin winked with a grin.

Eka paused. "Y-yeah, totally. Have fun." Eka mumbled with a quick smile, and Jimin nodded eagerly and then turned around to rush away. The moment he left, Eka let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, feeling her stomach turn at Jimin leaving.

Sucks when you have a raging crush on your new best friend.

"Eka?" Jennie's voice came, and Eka looked at her. "Come dance with us," Jennie smiled, and Eka smiled back at her and then rushed up to her, Lisa, and Jisoo- who were all doing some goofy dancing.

"Guess what, bitches?" Bambam yelled loudly, catching the attention of all the people around him. "I'm gay too!"

Everyone sighed, as if to say we know. But before anyone could, Yugyeom walked closer to him and then lifted him up from under his thighs.

"I'm fucking obsessed with you." Yugyeom mumbled, and then they both started making out vigorously, not caring that people were looking at them with concern.

"So, like, everyone's gay? V- V is fucking gay??" Yoongi asked with furrowed brows. Namjoon and Hoseok looked at him for a moment, and then all three heard a scoff.

"Oh shut up, Yoongi. We all remember the time you got high and said you thought Hoseok's dick was nice to look at-" Jin began, and Yoongi's eyes turned red and he jumped on Jin, shutting him up. Namjoon and Hoseok started laughing.

Meanwhile.

Taehyung and Jungkook ran down the hallways towards the stairs. Both ran up the stairs, right to the 4th floor, where they ran to the other end of the hallway and finally reached the art room. Jungkook opened the door hastily and Taehyung walked in as well, closing the door behind him.

The moment they did, Taehyung walked closer to Jungkook and then wrapped his arms around him, closing his eyes and placing his chin on Jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook smiled and hugged Taehyung back, just letting himself go in his warmth.

Jungkook couldn't believe what was happening, he was absolutely sure he was going to wake up any moment now from a dream. But no, it was real. Taehyung, the man he's been wishing was his for ages, finally is his. Jungkook couldn't be happier. Back at the sports hall, after Taehyung asked- Jungkook had frozen in shock.

But the memories of all those sleepless nights he spent in Taehyung's dorm, with both just cuddling and kissing each other softly- Taehyung whispering something dumb about some anime he watched, and Jungkook giggling for ages. Both playing video games till 3 am, both playing dumb games in the back of libraries, both sitting in the art room and crying out their problems.

It reminded Jungkook why he loved Taehyung.

Jungkook saw Taehyung let his arms go and place them on either side of Jungkook, on the table he was leaning on. Jungkook looked at him with a small smile, and then put his hands on Taehyung's waist.

"Y-you love me, Taehyungie?" Jungkook asked with a small tilt of the head. Taehyung smiled.

"So much, my baby." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook gripped Taehyung's waist tighter, both kissing for a few moments, soft, warm, simple.

Jungkook pulled away, and then nudged Taehyung's nose with his, their proximity close. "I-I-" Jungkook began, and then bit his bottom lip. "I love you too. So fucking much."

Taehyung kissed his bottom lip, and then gripped Jungkook's jaw and kissed him firmly, pressing his tongue into his mouth. Jungkook's tongue danced with his own, and they both let their bodies loose on the tingling feeling. The moonlight shone in an entrancing galactic haze, spreading its light onto the both of the young lovers.

"I'm sorry." Taehyung said when he pulled away, looking into Jungkook's pretty black eyes. "I'm sorry it took me so long to understand myself. To let my fears go. To realise that it's not wrong. I'm sorry-"

"No, no- don't say sorry. Be proud of yourself. You- you should be happy, Taehyung. You're brave, you're confident, you're free. You're taking pride in yourself, and who you love." Jungkook whispered, and then smiled, looking into Taehyung's brown eyes.

"God, you're perfect." Taehyung mumbled, and then picked Jungkook up and placed him onto the table, kissing up at the boy. Jungkook giggled, and then pulled away.

"Enough of the sappy shit- what the hell was that back there?! You said so many things! I'm the prettiest boy ever? I make you feel comfortable? I'm certain you talked about me making you hard at one point??" Jungkook said, and then began giggling while Taehyung groaned.

"I don't know. I just- I remembered that time you came out to your parents, and then the time you came out to everyone else, and each time you were so... confident and sure of yourself, so full of impulse. I let go completely. Started saying a bunch of nonsense-"

"Yeah, you told those poor dudes who were playing music that their trumpet player sucked. They didn't even have a trumpet player-"

Taehyung began laughing and so did Jungkook, both giggling from the adrenaline and joy they felt at that moment. Jungkook touched Taehyung's nose with his.

"Have you forgiven me?" Taehyung asked softly after a bit. Jungkook looked at him.

"Yes. And I'm sorry for not realizing that you actually had feelings for me before, Taehyungie. I just- I was s-scared, you know? I just- I was tired of feeling dumb and naive." Jungkook mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek.

Taehyung cupped Jungkook's jaw. "You're literally the smartest person I know. I love you. Fuck. I'm going to say that to you every chance I get." Taehyung whispered.

"Same. I love you too. But Tae, are you sure you're okay with us being public? If you're not, we can keep it discreet. I won't kiss you in public and stuff, and-"

"No no! Please, I'm fine with it. I swear. It might take some time to adjust to, with the stares and the whispering, but it's fine. Being with you is worth it." Taehyung said, and then smiled at Jungkook who started giggling.

"What?" Taehyung asked, pouting. Jungkook kissed his pout away. "You're such a sappy romantic! I didn't know you were like this, TaeTae. I love it."

"I love you, and- I-I don't know. I guess my sappy self comes out with you, hm?" Taehyung said, wiggling his brows and smirking. Jungkook giggled, putting his hands on Taehyung's face. Taehyung gripped onto his wrists and kissed his palms, making Jungkook laugh harder.

"Ah- oh! One more thing-" Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked up at him. "I've changed, Taehyung. I'm not the same as before." Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked a bit confused.

"What?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook sighed. "I've just been thinking a lot lately, and I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to have sex until I'm married."

Taehyung was frozen for a few seconds, looking at Jungkook. Jungkook blinked. Taehyung gulped, and then leaned up and kissed Jungkook's lips. "That's okay." Taehyung whispered, gripping his waist. "It's okay. I don't wanna rush you. Take your time." Taehyung said, and then kissed Jungkook's jaw. "As long as I still get to cuddle you." Taehyung said, smiling up at the boy.

Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds, and then burst into giggles. "O-oh my god! Taehyungie!! You do care about me!" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung frowned.

"I'm kidding, dummy. Obviously, I'm not going to wait till marriage for sex. I'm a whore." Jungkook said point blank.

"My pretty little pamphlet." Taehyung said, and Jungkook laughed at the inside joke. "And, yes, dumbass. Of course I care about you! Did me telling you I'm fucking in love with you not explain that??"

"It did, you dickhead. I was just testing you." Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung sighed, smiling. "I'm so in love with you."

"Stopppp~~~~" Jungkook whined, blushing and putting his hands against his face. Taehyung began tickling his sides and then kissed his neck.

"Does that mean we can make love tonight," Taehyung swooned, and Jungkook grimaced.

"God, you sound like some british dude from the 50's. Also, yes. Yes, we can." Jungkook said, and then jumped off the table and onto Taehyung's arms, but Taehyung didn't catch him in time, and both of them toppled to the floor.

"Jungkook you big baby why the fuck did you jump on me?" Taehyung groaned, and Jungkook straddled him, pinning the boy to the floor and kissing his forehead.

"Gonna give you forehead smooches." Jungkook said cutely.

"It'd be nice if you could give one to my dick," Taehyung scoffed, and then Jungkook looked at him with big eyes. Taehyung's eyes widened.

"Baby I'm joking." Taehyung whispered, sitting up. Jungkook pouted a little, pressing his forehead against Taehyung's. "I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you too." Jungkook whispered, and then looked at Taehyung. Taehyung kissed his nose.

"I want to fuck you like it's your first time." Taehyung whispered, kissing Jungkook's cheek. "Gonna make you forget about anyone else you've done it with, Kookie. Make you know how much I love you, my baby. Who was your first, anyway?" Taehyung asked, kissing Jungkook's collarbone.

Jungkook paused. He looked at Taehyung for a few seconds, and then gulped. "Oh, it was this guy." Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung kissed his chin while looking up at him. "This- um- this guys who plays football."

"What?" Taehyung asked, frowning. "Guy who plays football, and- um- was kind of a dick at the time."

"You sound like you're describing me." Taehyung said.

"I am describing you."

"Yes but I asked who your first time was, not your best time-" Taehyung began with a snicker, and then froze.

Jungkook kept silent, but saw Taehyung's eyes grow wide. "Don't tell me I was your first," Taehyung let out softly. Jungkook gulped.

"D-don't be mad at me. I just- I-I didn't think you needed to know." Jungkook squeaked, toying with his fingers. Taehyung gripped his waist tightly.

"I'm not mad! But- but I- damnnit. I was the first person you had sex with? Oh, Kookie- I-I was so rough with you! You should've told me," Taehyung said.

"But you wouldn't have had sex with me if I'd had told you. And I really wanted to have sex with you. Plus, I'd done fucked myself on a dildo the summer before." Jungkook explained.

"Okay first of all- that imagery is really doing things to me. Secondly- what!! No, I would've totally been soft! N-now it feels like some random guy took your virginity and didn't even do it nicely." Taehyung mumbled, looking away.

"A random guy whose lap I'm sitting in right now. We're literally boyfriends, dumbass." Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked up at him.

"Can I ask something?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook nodded. "How many guys did you have sex with? I-I mean, after we ended stuff the first time? Because you mentioned a lot, and-"

"None." Jungkook said, and then blushed, looking down. "I m-made stuff up. I was just upset that you'd slept with so many girls, s-so..." Jungkook trailed, biting his lip.

"You had sex with Sehun, right?" Taehyung asked.

"Only three times. The first time I moaned your name, the second time I rode him and he only came when I touched his nipples, and the third time- I didn't even cum, so-"

"Ew. Gross. Hope he burns." Taehyung snapped with a frown. Jungkook giggled. "Kidding. But he's the worst. Anyways! We should go back to my dorm so I can make sweet, sweet lovin' to you," Taehyung growled, and Jungkook grimaced again, ruffling Taehyung's hair.

"Gross!!!" Jungkook whined, and then got off Taehyung's lap. Taehyung watched as Jungkook crawled to the corner of the art room, where a small pillow was against the wall, and there was a blanket on the floor. Jungkook was on his hands and knees, butt facing Taehyung.

"Check this out! I painted on this pillow on my first year here," Jungkook chimed, and Taehyung hummed, not able to keep his eyes off Jungkook's ass. Jungkook turned his head to look at Taehyung, and saw the glazed look on his face.

"We should go to your dorm," Jungkook agreed, but Taehyung moved forward, turning Jungkook around and pinning the boy against the wall, both sitting. Taehyung crawled between his legs, gripping his thighs.

"Hmm," Taehyung whispered, and then began kisisng Jungkook softly. Jungkook hummed into the kiss, feeling Taehyung lick his bottom lip, the kiss warm and wet. Jungkook could only see Taehyung's eyes in the dark of the room.

"C-can you turn that switch on," Jungkook said, pointing to the switch Taehyung could reach to. Taehyung turned it on, and then gasped when a small lamp turned on beside the both of them, giving a warm orange glow.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung. "We should really go back to your dorm," Jungkook said, and Taehyung took his suit jacket off, chucking it to the side. He took Jungkook's floral one off too, chucking it away as well. Jungkook reached up, unbuttoning Taehyung's shirt.

"We'll leave in a minute," Taehyung mumbled, and then Jungkook opened his shirt, revealing his bare toned chest. Jungkook bit his lip at the sight. Taehyung unbuttoned Jungkook's shirt and took it off completely, throwing it behind him.

Both kissed. Jungkook's trousers came off while Taehyung's white shirt fell off from his back. Both kissed some more. Jungkook glared holes into Taehyung's trousers, which Taehyung tsked at and then took off as well. Both kissed again and more. Boxers came off.

Taehyung kissed his lips. He pulled away, and then breathed out softly. "You're so beautifu-"

Jungkook began giggling. Taehyung looked at him, and saw the boy's face red, knees getting tucked up to his chest. Taehyung frowned. "Why're you laughing?"

"B-because- I'm sorry- it's just- we're naked, but we both still have our socks on, and-"

"Fuck you. Literally, this was so romantic and going so well. You ruined it."

"Taehyung you have little burgers on your mint green socks!"

"I hate you. I'm not taking them off."

"Taehyung!!!" Jungkook whined, and then threw his head back, laughing. "B-babe I just- you're saying hot things, but- but your fucking socks-"

"You know what, now I don't want to have sex before marriage," Taehyung mumbled angrily while taking his socks off. Jungkook brought his knees to his chest, giggling into them.

"Sorry..." Jungkook said. Taehyung looked at him, and then saw how Jungkook having his knees to his chest revealed his pretty little entrance. Taehyung crawled up to him again, and then pressed his thumb against his hole, making Jungkook squeak out.

"Real giggly today, baby boy." Taehyung said, and couldn't help but smile when Jungkook flushed red, eyes growing big. Taehyung reached closer to him. They hadn't had sex in ages, and before, Taehyung was a little mean, used to growl into his ear and put bruises down his hips. But now, he couldn't bring that part out. He just got lost in Jungkook's eyes, and then brought himself forward and began kissing the boy.

Jungkook grew needier as Taehyung kissed him, gripped onto Taehyung's shoulders and let Taehyung fuck his tongue into his mouth. Jungkook took it with ease, and then opened his eyes and looked at Taehyung. Taehyung pulled away. Jungkook touched his nose with his own. "F-fuck me, please please-"

"Yeah. Fuck. Okay. God, I've been dreaming about this." Taehyung mumbled, kissing the back of Jungkook's thigh. While doing that, Taehyung got distracted and gripped both of Jungkook's legs and placed them against the boy's chest, nibbling onto the back of Jungkook's thighs.

"Nngh- T-Tae!" Jungkook let out, feeling Taehyung's hot lips sucking at his thighs, surely making hickies that would look heavenly the next morning. Jungkook gripped onto the boy's hair, and then gasped out when Taehyung striped his tongue across his hole.

"Fuck!" Jungkook let out, eyes going wide. Taehyung began licking his hole eagerly, pressing his tongue in and mouthing at his rim. Jungkook's eyes watered a bit, cock now hard and heavy against his stomach. He was still sitting up against the wall, the pillow against his back.

Taehyung pulled away, and then looked at Jungkook. "Fuck baby," Taehyung let out, breathless. "I don't have condoms or lube on me. We might need to go back to my dorm-"

"No!" Jungkook cried, trembling. "Please. Need it. Now." Jungkook stammered. Taehyung sat up, and then his eyes trailed to a shelf on the side, and he picked something out.

"Will paint work?"

"Taehyung what the fuck."

"It's not my fault you asked me to fuck you unannounced! I don't have lube! We need that! We're dudes!" Taehyung snapped at him.

"I think that's been made more than fucking clear with how hard our cocks are right now! And no, I'm not letting you put yellow paint inside my asshole-"

"It's not yellow-" Taehyung said, and then leaned forward and kissed Jungkook. Jungkook kissed him back, and then Taehyung pulled away. "It's clear and glittery."

Jungkook grabbed the bottle from him, and then looked at it. He then looked at Taehyung. Jungkook looked back at the bottle. He looked back at Taehyung. "It is silicon paint... more oil based... it should be fine...." Jungkook murmured,

Taehyung grinned, but then he leaned down and kissed Jungkook's forehead. "We still don't have a condom, so-"

"Do it raw." Jungkook whispered. Taehyung looked at him with widened eyes.

"Are you clean?"

"Yes." Jungkook whispered. Taehyung's eyes glinted. "I-I went to the doctor in winter break for a check up and it's safe for me to- oh my fucking god." Taehyung said lowly, and then looked down and saw Jungkook's hand around his cock.

"Do you love me?" Jungkook asked, batting his lashes.

"Yes."

"Then fuck me."

"Absolutely." Taehyung whispered, and then opened the bottle of paint, placing it beside Jungkook's hip. Taehyung began kissing Jungkook, lips pressed together slowly, taking each other in. Taehyung kissed down Jungkook's chin, and then down Jungkook's chest. When Taehyung reached further down, his breath hitched.

"Tae?" Jungkook asked, and then felt Taehyung grip his waist tightly.

"I love you so much." Taehyung whispered, and then kissed Jungkook's stomach. Taehyung closed his eyes, kissing all over Jungkook's tummy. "So so so much. I'll never ever hurt you again."

Jungkook felt his heart racing fast, felt his insides curling at the mere sight. "D-Damn it, Tae! I trust you. I love you." Jungkook bubbled, and Taehyung gave one last kiss to his tummy, and then looked up.

"I know this is a serious, sentimental moment," Taehyung whispered. "But damn, babe. Your abs are looking tight as fuck-"

"I'll let you cum on them some other time. Now fuck me~" Jungkook groaned, and Taehyung snickered and then reached down, wrapping his lips around Jungkook's dick.

Jungkook whimpered, mouth opening as Taehyung pumped his lips around Jungkook's member. Taehyung sucked hard, and then popped his mouth out, smiling up at Jungkook. "Look I sucked your dick without being weird about it."

"Aw, babe. I'm so proud of you." Jungkook said, ruffling his hair. Taehyung laughed, and then felt Jungkook's hand on his bandana. Taehyung felt Jungkook feeling the material of his bandana, and then heard him let out a whimper.

"Are you getting turned on by my bandana?"

"I've always had a kink for it, Tae. Shut up. I've wanted you to tie my hands and legs and blindfold my eyes and gag me with all your bandanas while you fuck me." Jungkook said, words soft.

Taehyung's eyes widened. "I'm so fucking hard right now."

"I never told you. Thought it'd freak you out." Jungkook murmured. "Plus, I didn't want you having that kind of power over me. But now, I want you to-"

"S-shut up, don't say it. I'll cum." Taehyung said, and then lifted Jungkook's thighs up. Taehyung pulled the boy towards him, so Jungkook was lying down, head on the pillow. Taehyung dipped two fingers into the paint, and then brought his fingers out, reaching between Jungkook's thighs.

Taehyung looked down at Jungkook and pressed one finger in slowly. Jungkook gripped Taehyung's arms. "Fuck. It's so warm."

"Like your ass."

Jungkook sat up and kissed Taehyung really hard, gripping his jaw. Taehyung kissed him back and then felt his inside with his finger. Jungkook kissed his plump lips and then felt Taehyung press another finger in.

"You're so tight," Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook looked into Taehyung's big brown eyes.

"You're so beautiful." Jungkook replied. Taehyung blushed, and then curled his fingers inside Jungkook, making Jungkook squeak out a whimper.

Taehyung rocked his two fingers into his boy while looking up at him, taking in the way the light of the moon and the hue of the lamp met on his pale skin to form a beautiful infusion. "My beautiful baby." Taehyung whispered, kissing Jungkook's lips.

"I've kissed you-" Jungkook said, and then kissed Taehyung again. "-like 80 times in the past hour."

"It's for those weeks when I missed out." Taehyung said, and then kissed Jungkook's neck. "Had to see you kissing that other bitch-"

"T-Tae-" Jungkook whined out, feeling a third finger slide in comfortably, reaching up to the other two fingers and dragging up and down slowly, opening him up. "Don't t-talk about him."

Taehyung opened him up, and then slowly dragged his three fingers out, resting them on Jungkook's thigh. Jungkook looked down and saw how Taehyung's fingers were glittering. Taehyung slid his fingers into the bottle of paint again- taking out a gallop of it and then placing it down on his cock.

"This is weird."

"I know. We're weird." Taehyung said, and then laughed at how Jungkook giggled. "Oh well. Might as well start with a bang."

Taehyung pressed Jungkook against the corner wall, his back against it, sitting on the pillow. The blanket they sat on was some sort of tapestry, painted by another student. Oops. Taehyung lathered his cock with the paint, and then smiled at Jungkook.

Jungkook blushed at his mere smile. "W-what?" Jungkook squeaked, blinking his big eyes.

"I'm just- I'm so happy," Taehyung said, and then giggled when Jungkook kissed his nose. "With my baby on my lap and paint on my dick."

"Hm?" Jungkook said, throwing his arms over Taehyung's shoulders. Jungkook smiled, looking into his eyes. "I love you so much. You're so cute."

"I love you, baby. You're literally the most beautiful person-" Taehyung stammered, and then Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung's hard cock, leading him to his hole. "Fuck. You're so fucking gorgeous-" Taehyung said, and both his and Jungkook's breath hitched when Taehyung entered him.

"Fuck," Taehyung let out at how Jungkook felt raw. He'd never fucked anyone raw before. Jungkook let his mouth fall open, tightening his arms around Taehyung's neck. He knew Sehun was smaller than Taehyung by length, but by width too, apparently.

Taehyung pushed in a little more, and Jungkook looked down at Taehyung, realised he was completely against the wall now, ass lifted up, legs wrapped around Taehyung's waist. Taehyung was on his knees, holding Jungkook up.

"F-fuck- Tae!" Jungkook cried, feeling Taehyung go in further. "Ah- a-ah- you- you're s-so-" Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung kissed his lips. Both kissed messily, like teenagers do, but they got so tangled at the moment that both weren't bothered. Just the touch of the other's lips was enough.

Jungkook's eyes were wide and teary as Taehyung fucked into him, his cheeks bright pink, princess lips wide open. Taehyung pressed his lips against Jungkook's and moaned out when he felt Jungkook's warm, swole insides. Taehyung felt like he was drowning in velvet.

"T-Taehyungie-" Jungkook squeaked out, tears in his eyes spilling onto his bottom lashes. Taehyung gripped him tightly, so tightly pressed against him that there was no space left to breathe. Taehyung kissed his mouth warmly, and then bottomed out in him.

Jungkook let out a loud, pitched moan when he felt Taehyung's cock slam into his prostate. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung tightly, foreheads pressed together as Taehyung slammed into him again. "Taehyung- T-Taehyung- fuck- T-Taehyungie-"

"So- so fucking perfect. You're fucking perfection, Jungkook. You're everything and- and s-so much more- fuck," Taehyung gritted out when Jungkook clenched around his cock. Taehyung suddenly gripped Jungkook tightly and pulled back to lay Jungkook down on the floor.

Jungkook looked up at Taehyung while breathing heavily, and then felt Taehyung begin to ram into him rhythmically. "I love y-you-" Taehyung let out through every thrust. Jungkook had his hands in Taehyung's hair, both their bodies sweating, touching, every part of them controlled by the other.

It was amazing, better than anything they'd ever done, more meaningful, more important, more perfect than anything the other had ever felt. Their chests flushed, their insides contracting, their hearts beating fast. Taehyung had never felt this way while looking into someone's eyes. Never felt so weak yet powerful while fucking someone.

Jungkook began crying when Taehyung started fucking into him fast and hard. Taehyung kissed his tears away. "It's okay. My baby, you're taking it so well. Taking me so well. You're so- so good-"

Jungkook unknowingly scratched his nails down Taehyung's muscled back, and Taehyung husked more praise into Jungkook's ear, fucking him harder, until they both peaked.

"K-kiss me-" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung pressed their lips together, both getting tangled in one another. Jungkook melted into the kiss, and Taehyung lost himself in Jungkook. Both kissed with open mouths- and just one more thrust, and-

Both came at the same time, eyes widened, breathing heavily, mouths still pressed together, still holding each other, still feeling every crevice of one another's bodies, minds. Taehyung spilled into Jungkook, his cum filling the boy up. Jungkook sniffled, never having felt something like this before.

Taehyung didn't pull out just yet, he took a few seconds to take in Jungkook's sight. "You look so fucking beautiful," Taehyung whispered out, seeing the tear paths down his cheeks, knowing they were made out of pleasure, not sadness. Seeing his damp lips, his reddened cheeks, his doe eyes. "I-I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I do." Jungkook whispered, and then slowly felt Taehyung pulling out of him. "It's because you're so beautiful too," Jungkook whispered, nudging their noses. "My baby." Jungkook said, and Taehyung flushed.

Taehyung slowly pulled his cock out and then saw how the cum and paint dripped down his thigh. Taehyung's cock was coated with glitter. Their hands, too. Taehyung noticed how sleepy Jungkook looked- and instantly sat him up.

"No, baby. We need to go back and shower." Taehyung said. Jungkook shook his head. Taehyung tsked, kissing his cheek. "Come on, Kookie. You'll get all sticky and icky."

"Wanna be sticky icky." Jungkook squeaked, eyes closed. Taehyung shook his head. "No, you don't. Come on, I'll take care of you, baby boy." Taehyung said, lifting Jungkook's naked body up.

Taehyung placed Jungkook down on the table. He pulled his own boxers and trousers back on, and then pulled Jungkook's boxers on for him. Jungkook whined, not letting Taehyung put his trousers on. Taehyung sighed, but just put the floral suit jacket on the boy.

Taehyung wrapped his own suit jacket around his waist and put the white shirt on, not bothering to button it. Taehyung cleaned up the corner of the art room a bit, and then looked at Jungkook, who was practically asleep.

Taehyung turned around, facing his back to Jungkook. "On my back." Taehyung said, and Jungkook flopped his arms around Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung grabbed Jungkook by the back of his thighs and picked him up, giving him a piggy back ride.

"Mmm... got paint in my butt," Jungkook said, and then giggled drowsily. Taehyung felt a kiss get planted on his left cheek. "Painter butter."

Taehyung carried the boy down the hallway, and then down the stairs, where Jungkook kept giggling every step down. They finally reached the last step on the floor of their dorms, and then placed Jungkook down. "Stop being so loud! We're way past curfew-"

"You're being loud!! Carry me back-"

"No. We're almost there."

"Meanie. Sehun would've carried me." Jungkook said, and Taehyung instantly picked Jungkook up bridal style, and Jungkook started giggling loudly, hitting Taehyung's chest, and-

"Ahem." A voice came, and both boys turned and saw a teacher. Ms. Yang, their fucking math teacher. Shit. Taehyung and Jungkook widened their eyes, and Taehyung put Jungkook down. Jungkook, who was just in boxers, hid behind Taehyung, blushing.

"H-hi Ms. Yang." Taehyung whispered. Ms. Yang raised her greying eyebrow at the boys. "We were. Um. Just... hanging out?" Taehyung tried saying. He knew that she knew that the two had sex.

"Right." Ms. Yang said. Jungkook hid behind Taehyung, blushing brightly. He was one of her best students for fucks sake. This was embarrassing. "You two are way past curfew. And not wearing all your clothes."

"I-it's all thanks to you that we got together, Ms. Yang!" Taehyung blurted, trying to make her mood better. "You made Jungkook tutor me, and- and then we fell in love. Thank you."

Jungkook hid his face in Taehyung's back. Taehyung gulped. Ms. Yang looked unimpressed for a few seconds, but then let out a little laugh. "Youthful love is a wonderful thing, boys. Don't let it go too easily." She said, and then walked past them.

Both boys widened their eyes, looking at each other. "I'll let you go for tonight. But I'm expecting A's for the next test." Ms. Yang said, and Jungkook and Taehyung smiled.

"Thank you, Ms. Yang!" Jungkook said excitedly, and then both ran towards Taehyung's dorm, giggling. They reached Taehyung's dorm and got inside quickly, closing the door.

"I love her." Jungkook said, grinning. "We need to shower." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. Both stripped out of all their clothes again and headed for the shower.

In the shower, Jungkook leaned against his boyfriend while his boyfriend washed his hair. Then his boyfriend fingered the cum and paint out of his ass and washed him up. And then Jungkook washed his boyfriend's hair and god fucking damn Jungkook loved calling Taehyung his boyfriend.

Once they were both done, they dried up and headed for the bed. Both flopped onto the bed, Jungkook in Taehyung's shirt, and Taehyung in his boxers. Taehyung kissed Jungkook with a smile, and Jungkook kissed him back.

"Best. Day. Ever."

"Agreed." Jungkook said, and Taehyung nudged their noses together. "I can't even fall asleep. I'm so excited."

"You're so cute." Jungkook pouted. "And so hot. And so cute and so hot and I love you so much." Jungkook said, kissing his cheeks. Taehyung threw his arm over Jungkook's waist, kissing his cheek back.

"I'm so glad I had sex with Sehun." Jungkook said after a bit of silence.

Taehyung blinked. "Hey, so, no offence, but you're like really bad with this name thing-"

"No no, I mean him. I'm glad I had sex with him." Jungkook said, and Taehyung frowned. Jungkook cupped Taehyung's jaw. "Because it made having sex with you so much better."

"Next time lead with that," Taehyung said, and Jungkook giggled, kissing Taehyung's nose. Jungkook turned over, letting Taehyung spoon him. Taehyung let his hand splay onto Jungkook's tummy, kissing the side of Jungkook's neck.

"I love you, Jeon Jungkookie." Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook flushed bright in his hold, big eyes blinking.

So fucking surreal. "I love you too, Kim Taehyungie." Jungkook replied, and then felt Taehyung tuck his chin onto Jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook put his hand on top of Taehyung's, and both boys felt their eyes drift close.

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4 Very Old But Short fics for the birthday boy himself - Virgil Tracy 💚

Sorry for not adding the Read More option, it doesn’t appear to be working.

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1: 15th August - From Virgil Drabbles, C1.

I’ve been here before and I always swear, ‘Never Again!’

But then… It’s over and for a few seconds, which always feels longer, I hear nothing. Then the sound I’ve been waiting for… That first cry, followed by:

“Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

The relief washes over me, as I look to my husband. The obvious pride flowing from him as our new baby is placed in my arms, and his soulful eyes lock with mine.

“Do you have a name?” Someone asks.

It’s at that moment I know I’ll be here again.

“Yes,” I nod, “his names Virgil… Virgil Tracy.”

***

2: The Birthday Gift, part 1. Brotherly Love - From The Tracy Family, C4.

‘Mm, 7am.’ Virgil thought to himself as he opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the clock. ‘A couple of more hours will be good.’ To make himself more comfortable, Virgil rolled over in his bed, with his eyes shut, puffing up his pillow as he did so. Letting out a comforting sigh, his eyes flickered open and then shut. ‘Wait, what the…’ Virgil’s eyes shot open again. Okay, his eyes weren’t deceiving him. There was his oldest brother, sat on a chair next to his bed, bouncing up and down, like a nonstop Jack-In-The-Box. “Scott, its 7am.”

“Yes and?” Scott said happily, as he continued to bounce up and down on his chair.

“Scott, what is wrong with you… Or should I really ask, how much candy have you eaten?”

“None, yet… But the day is young!”

“And how many coffees have you had?”

“Only 2. Although I did have 3 energy drinks as well this morning.”

“Yes, I can tell!”

“Well, I needed the energy to keep me going for your big day.”

Seriously Scott, you are like this every year with all of our birthdays and I’m sure you get worse every year.”

“Yes, and?” Scott replied beaming like a Cheshire Cat.

“You do realise I’m 22 and not 10 today.”

“So?”

“Scott, we’re not kids anymore!”

Scott stopped bouncing up and down and surveyed his younger brother. “Yes, you are… You see little bro, in my head all I see is the excited kid who would rush out of bed so that he could open his presents, before shovelling down pancakes for breakfast and then stuffing himself silly later in the day with his birthday cake. I’m afraid Virg, that you are stuck with this for life. Even when we are all grey and old… I’ll be waking you all up early for your birthdays, even if I need to hit you with my walking stick to get you up. Besides, you need to get out of bed because Alan and Tin-Tin get back from their honeymoon later and it would be rude not to be awake and alert for when they arrive. Plus, Kyrano is making all of us pancakes, Grandma is making you a birthday cake, Penny is flying out here as well, then we can all have a big party later tonight and you can open all your presents.”

“Presents?” Virgil asked with a grin.

“Yes, presents… Lots and lots of presents. Of course, my present to you is obviously the best!” Scott started to become excited and began bouncing up and down on his chair.

Virgil lay on his bed and shook his head. “You know who you remind me of when you bounce up and down like that?”

“No, who?” Scott inquired beginning to clap his hands together joyfully as he continued to bounce up and down.

Virgil let out a laugh. “Tigger, from Winnie The Pooh.”

“Who...Hoo…Hoo…Hoo” Scott bellowed out loud at the top of his voice.

“You’re not letting me get back to sleep again, are you?” Virgil asked pulling his big eyes look at Scott.

“Nope! And you should know by now that look doesn’t work on me.”

“Please Scott, just 1 more hour? Then I’ll promise to get up.” Virgil pleaded, pulling his big eyes face again.

Scott stopped bouncing up and down and tilted his head sideways as he looked at his younger brother. “Okay, just 1 hour, and if you’re not up then I’m dragging you out of this bed.”

“Deal.” Virgil answered, relieved that he may finally get some more sleep.

Scott stood up and turned towards the door as Virgil settled himself down in his bed. “Nah, changed my mind.” Scott said as he turned back towards Virgil pulling the blanket of him. Virgil went bright red and made a grab for the blanket pulling it back over himself. “Oh, err… Sorry Virg. Err. Maybe I should have got you some Pyjamas for your birthday instead? Yes, anyways, I’ll be going… and let you get ready… Don’t be too long Virgie…

“Okay Scott, I’m getting up. Now get out.”

“Okay, I’m going.” Scott went towards the door.

“Oh, and Scott…”

“Yes bro?”

“Don’t call me Virgie!”

“Okay, okay,” Scott went to pull the door shut calling out to Virgil as he did, “see you in a bit. Oh, and happy birthday… Virgie!”

***

3: The Birthday Gift, part 2. The Last Gift - From The Tracy Family, C5.

Virgil sat by his piano in a world of his own, playing some new music, he had received for his birthday. Meanwhile, Jeff Tracy stood leaning against the doorway listening to the beautiful melodies that were flowing from his artistic son. “Virg?”

“Virgil glanced up from the piano and smiled at his father. “Oh, hi dad. Sorry I didn’t see you there.”

Jeff walked over to his middle child and sat next to him. “Did you have a good birthday?”

Virgil grinned while he continued to play the piano. “It was fantastic dad, thank you for the party.”

“Anytime son,” Jeff replied, pulling Virgil into a warm embrace.

Virgil returned the hug and then looked at his father. “Is everything okay dad?”

“Yes, it’s fine. I just… I wanted to let you know how proud of I am of you, all that you have achieved and everything I know you will become.”

“Thanks dad,” Virgil replied slightly blushing.

“Plus, I wanted to give you this,” Jeff pulled out a small box and a card from his pocket and handed it over to Virgil.

Virgil took the gift and card from his father and held it in his hands. “Thanks dad.”

“It’s not actually from me,” Jeff looked down, then back up into Virgil’s eyes, “it’s… it’s from your mother.”

“Ah?” Virgil responded looking at the gift in confusion.

Jeff breathed in deeply and continued. “Your mother’s family have always had a tradition… On a child’s first birthday the mother will chose a small gift that can be found within the home that they believe encompasses their child’s personality. They will wrap it and put it away ready for when they turn 22.”

“Oh… Why 22 and not 21?” Virgil asked.

Jeff chuckled to himself. “I remember asking your mother the same question. Apparently, even though 21 is usually seen as someone stepping into adulthood, the family itself felt that 22 was the official age, because when you are 22 then you’ve officially left those childhood years behind and become an adult… Your mother really wanted to continue this tradition and I remember how happy she had been, when it came to her picking out the gift, wrapping it and then writing the accompanying note… A short time after she had passed, I found the gifts for all of you boys packed carefully away. I decided that she would want all of you to receive them as planned… So, I gave Scott and John theirs when they reached 22, and now… Now it’s time for yours.” Virgil glanced thoughtfully at the gift and card in his hands, unsure of what to do. “Do you want me to stay, while you open it?”

Virgil nodded, carefully opened the card and began to read.

… …

My darling Virgil.

So, today is your 22nd birthday, that’s hard for me to imagine right now as I sit here writing this on your 1st birthday and stare over at you fast asleep in your father’s arms.

I know my son, that whatever you do, or whatever you will become, I will always be proud, and both myself and your father will always be there to hold you whenever you need a helping hand.

The gift I have chosen for you encompasses something I have noticed from the beautiful personality that you are starting to develop. Ever since you were born you have been soothed by music, whether that be a record, when I am singing you a lullaby, or when I am practising on my beloved piano. So, that is why I feel that this gift is perfect for you.

Always here, never far.

Your mother. xx

… …

Virgil with tears in his eyes passed the card over to his dad and cautiously began to unwrap the gift, revealing a small black box, which when opened played a gentle lullaby. “A Music Box.” Virgil exclaimed, with tears trickling down his face.

Jeff put his arm around his middle child and held him close. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, thank you dad,” Virgil replied wiping the tears away.

Jeff smiled as he looked at the music box. “I should have known she would have given you that music box. You loved that lullaby when you were a baby.”

Virgil smiled. “So, what did Scott and John get?”

“Well, it seems your mother sussed you all out really well. John was given a golden star that used to hang on the Christmas tree, he had been so fascinated by that star, even though he wasn’t that old on his first Christmas. He was also enamoured with the star mobile we had above his bed, I remember your mother saying he would probably end up in space just like me… And Scott…” Jeff let out a laugh. “Scott was always trying to climb the furniture and jump of it. Whenever he saw a bird or an aeroplane he would go quiet and watch with fascination. Your mother gave him an old air loom of her grandfathers, a small-scale Spitfire… Anyway, everyone is probably gathered in the kitchen waiting for you to cut your cake, are you coming?”

Virgil nodded, carefully picked up his gift and card. Then with his father’s arm placed around him they both left the room.

***

4: Birthday Wish.

Eighteen.

My first without you

Only one month you’d been gone

Our tears were still new.

Yet despite our grief

and my reluctance to celebrate

A party was given

In honour of the date.

Family and close friends

And no rescue calls

A good time was had

By one and all.

Then right at the end

After many speeches filled with praise

A cake was presented

With candles ablaze

Close your eyes they said

And concentrate really hard

Then make a wish

For whatever is in your heart.

So, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

But it never came true.

…

Nineteen and Twenty

One injured, the other a major rescue call

Yet at the end of each day

I was presented with a birthday ball

After food and drinks

And everyone felt contented

A cake with candles aflame

Was once again presented

Time to make a wish

My family all said

So I hoped and I prayed

And I pictured you in my head

Then, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

But it never came true.

…

Twenty-One.

Was the biggest of them all

Except by pretending to forget

Their plans went slightly AWOL

A diversion rescue

That was meant to just stall

Swallowed my whole day

And made me miss this year’s ball

The very next day

Although I’d protested

They offered to make it up

And a birthday cake was presented.

I gazed down

Twenty-one candles all gleamed

All awaiting my hopes

And my dreams

So, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

But it never came true.

… …

Twenty-Two and Twenty-Three

Had candles shining bright

Would these years come true

If I wished with all of my might

So, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

But it never came true.

… …

Twenty-Four

A trip to our other home

Gran Roca Ranch

Where we had all grown.

A morning with the horses

An afternoon barbecue

The evening watching the sunset

Where my silent thoughts turned to you

Were you still out there

Or were you really gone

Would we ever know

Or was it time we moved on.

Except I couldn’t give in

Not yet, not ever

This year if I wished harder

Maybe my next birthday would be better

So, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

And on my twenty-fifth birthday it came true.

#happy virgil tracy week #virgil tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #virgil tracy week #virgiltracyweek #thunderbirds os #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go fandom

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What’s something(s) you really like about each of the dragon age games? Bonus points if something totally unexpected.

Hm, okay (oh god it’s been so long since I played DA this might be tricky).

Origins: Jowan! My dumbass mage bro! I wish they’d been able to keep him as a full party member but the fact that one of the first things they do in the story if you’re playing as a mage is show you how blood mages aren’t always evil and sometimes they’re just desperate and don’t see another way out was a really good choice. It gives a perspective to the whole “blood magic bad” thing that you don’t get in the other origins. Honestly the origins in general are really good and give a lot of perspective to the story, but I’m always a slut for mages so like. Jowan. Also, while it’s a shame that the quest is bugged the fact that you can let him go even after everything and forgive him for abandoning you (or alternately do it because you want him to spend the rest of his life making up for what he did) is really good and lets you add some depth to your character. (Aside from that, I like the bit where you can seduce the guard in Fort Drakon and get him to strip down to his underwear so you can kill him/knock him out and escape even if Alistair is also in the cell, it’s just really funny and fits my Warden’s personality, I like that that is an option they gave us.)

Awakening: (It counts, okay?) I love getting to be in charge. Just... Awakening succeeds where Inquisition fails when it comes to showing you being in charge of an organisation while still feeling connected to the people serving under you. It gives the Wardens a connection to you and each other that matches the connection between you and your companions in the main game. Also, it gives you a connection to Justice and Anders that I found very effective when you get to DA2, because like... those are your boys! They’re your boys! DA’s weakness is that despite being a series you have a new cast that you have to build connections with every single game? And their trick of having some party members carry over (Oghren between Origins and Awakening, Anders and Justice between Awakening and 2, Varric between 2 and Inquisition) is a clever way of speeding up that bonding process, which I’m counting as a good part of Awakening in particular because that’s where it starts (I would’ve picked Zevran or Shale or literally anyone over Oghren, but they tried). Also I love the plot, because it’s one of those plots where there really isn’t a right or wrong choice and that’s always fun. Oh, and the letter you get from Zevran if you romanced him is very cute.

2: The personality system is great. Giving your character a consistent tone that comes from your choices was a good idea! It wasn’t always super well implemented (some of the funny options are just downright cruel, for example), but the general idea of it is good. Honestly Hawke in general is a very good character; the main problem with the Warden is that they don’t generally seem to have much by way of... personality? I mean, you can pick mostly consistent dialogue options and you pick your voice lines at the start, but they’re still a fairly flat character. Hawke, meanwhile, has a personality of their own that you impact but don’t entirely pick, which is just a nice way of doing things. Also I do like how they made it clear which options will lead to romance, given how easy it is to accidentally romance someone in Origins; it was nice to not have to stress about breaking my chosen partner’s heart by flirting with someone else without meaning to. And the fact that your chosen love interest’s outfit changes once you’ve properly gotten into their romance is great both from the point of view of giving us something different to look at after hours of the same outfits (it makes sense both in and out of universe why that’s the case but it’s still nice to see something different) and of making it clear that you are in fact on the romance path for that character. Also it’s just really cute and yes I’m still salty that Anders doesn’t have a romanced outfit, come on, he deserves it.

Inquisition: Hm... this one’s a little trickier, because while I do enjoy Inquisition it’s definitely the weakest of the series. Y’know what, I really liked Bull’s romance? Friends-with-benefits to lovers is a great trope that I’ve enjoyed every time it’s showed up in this series (there’s a reason why Zevran is my favourite Origins romance) and the fact that they just casually put BDSM in one of their romances surprised me (in a good way). It happened and I was just sitting there like “Damn, they actually did that”, it was very good. Also the cutscenes later in the romance manage to be both hilarious and super cute, they’re great. Dorian’s romance is also great and super cute (and there are also little things like him disapproving more when you drink from the well if you’re romancing him because he was scared for you and how audibly heartbroken he is when he learns you’re dying in Trespasser and dammit anon I’m going to have to start a new game to romance Dorian again now, I hope you’re proud of yourself) and every time I start a new run I spend ages agonising over which of them I’m going to go for. I suspect I’m eventually going to start flipping a coin to choose, I love them both so much. Basically with Inquisition I found that the relationships between you and other characters that they did well they did really well. A lot of them fall into the “missed potential” category (dammit Solas), but... yeah, the best parts are really good!

#dragon age #ajldskfjasldkf i'm going to have to replay dragon age now #i hope you're happy anon #I HAVE SO MANY GAMES TO PLAY PLEASE #anon #asks

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“Someone Like You” Ch. 2

Kid!Dean, Kid!Reader, Kid!Sam, John, OC (Max)

Warnings: cute and fluff, some Supernatural violence

Word Count: 1820

SOMEONE LIKE YOU MASTERLIST

Summary: this is the story of Dean, Sam and Y/N. As they grew, a friendship as children would bloom into something that would last a lifetime. But, its Dean who realized things can get confusing when you’re in love with your best friend.

Over the next few years, Dean and Y/N consistently begged their fathers to get the families together. They would call each other every chance they got and would stay on the phone for hours talking about everything and nothing, telling the other things they wouldn’t dare speak to anyone else. Both found solace in knowing someone else understood the life of a hunter and how impossibly difficult it could be.

On the occasions that the Y/L/N’s and the Winchesters met up, the two felt free to be who they were, to act their own age and forget about the monsters that consumed their lives. They never tired of each other and found true joy in their time together. When they were reunited, it was like no time had passed. Even Sam lit up when he knew that Y/N and Max were coming to visit. She was like the sister he never had and always wanted and he loved that Dean was always in a good mood.

October 31, 1991

It just so happened that Halloween would have the families cross paths. Dean always found it to be a night he could find an excuse to just be a kid. But the best part was that he could give that feeling to Sam.

Dean knew that with Y/N and Max coming in to help with a case, the two could finally spend time together.

Sam, Y/N, and Dean laid in the bed of Max’s old truck staring up at the stars and the passing clouds. They all shared a bag of candy that Dean had swiped from a local store. Crumpled wrappers surrounded the three young hunters as music from inside the truck softly filled the air.

They told stories of their recent hunts, regaling each other with their greatest triumphs. Laughter filled their bellies until their sides ached and the muscles in their faces were strained from smiling.

Sam sighed. “This was awesome. This is how you do Halloween.”

With a chuckle, Y/N rubbed the young Winchester’s shoulder lovingly. “Couldn’t agree more, Sam.”

“Ugh,” Dean groaned as he chucked a wrapper to the side. “I couldn’t eat anymore if I tried.”

Then Y/N held up another candy with a grin. “Not even if I give you the rogue Butterfinger I found?”

His eyes went wide. “I lied. There’s always room for the rogue Butterfinger.” Dean happily took the treat and tore it open. He moaned softly. “Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff.”

“Well…” Sam yawned as he sat up. “I’m tired and my stomach is killing me.”

Dean made a teasing face and nodded. “Yeah, it’s past your bedtime anyway.”

“Shut up, Dean.”

“‘Night little bro,” he smiled rubbing Sam’s hair and messing it up as his brother hopped off the bed of the truck.

Finally alone, Dean and Y/N gave each other awkward, closed mouth smiles. Dean swallowed hard feeling his nerves grow just being near her. No other girl could have his attention the way she did. He always thought she was more beautiful every time he saw her, and though Y/N was his best friend, Dean knew he felt something more.

It was quiet when Foreigner’s “I Wanna Know What Love Is” played on the radio as the two stared up at the night sky lying in the truck bed.

Dean took a deep breath as his nervous fingers inched towards her hand. He took his time building his courage until his skin touched hers. When her pinky intertwined with his, Dean could have sworn that his heart leapt into his throat.

“Dean…” Y/N said softly.

“...yeah?”

“Promise things will never change...that we’ll always be close.”

Never needing to even look away from the sky, Dean replied, “always.”

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Max and John had decided it was best for the kids to stay behind while they went on the case alone. Dealing with a werewolf was too dangerous, and Sam, Y/N, and Dean just weren’t ready. So, that night, the three had a movie marathon of every awful VHS tape they could find in the motel.

As always, Sam was the first to pass out but those were the nights he went to bed with a smile on his face.

It was quiet as the TV droned on, though neither Y/N or Dean were paying much attention anymore. Alone on the couch, the two didn’t speak a word. When they looked at each other, they both went stiff and chuckled nervously before looking away again.

Dean shivered a little and Y/N lifted the blanket on her lap. “Come on, we’ll share.”

“Oh--okay…” he said shakily. Moving over to her, Dean stopped to leave space between them and she laughed.

“It’s not a big blanket. Get closer, I’m not gonna bite.”

With a silent gulp, the Winchester scooted closer until they were hip to hip.

Y/N covered them and nestled into the couch. “I never thought I’d say this, I’m glad there was a werewolf this weekend,” she joked with a smirk.

Dean chuckled to himself. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

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A few hours later, Y/N and Dean had fallen asleep. She was rested on his shoulder as his head laid against hers. They unknowingly had nestled into each other and had found a moment of peace together. The forgotten movie droned on in the background as some cheesy monster roared followed by a woman’s fake scream. Soft lights flickered through the room from the glowing television set.

There was a rustling outside that woke them both from their sleep and their necks snapped in the direction of the door.

“What was that?” Y/N asked in almost a whisper.

“I don’t know.” Dean stood up and grabbed his pistol from the drawer nearby. He cocked it quietly as he tiptoed toward the sound while an anxious Y/N waited on the couch.

Slowly, Dean opened the door and peeked out into the darkness. His eyes darted back and forth before he sighed with relief and closed the door. Dean locked the chain in place and secured the door. When he turned to Y/N the two relaxed their shoulders and smiled.

A deafening crash filled the room as the window shattered, a figure crashing through with a growl. Glass shards fell in every direction and Y/N screamed as both of the boys jumped.

There, staring back at them, was the werewolf. Its hungry yellow eyes were locked on the children and its fangs dripped as the monster salivated.

“Sammy, down!” Dean shouted as his little brother did as he was told and crawled under the bed as he shook in fear.

When the wolf lunged at Dean, Y/N yelled out, “no!” Pushing him out of the way, Y/N’s arm was torn open by the creature’s massive claws. She cried out in pain and fell to the floor as the monster hovered over her ready to devour the girl.

There was a loud gunshot and the wolf went still before collapsing to the ground. Dean was behind its body, frozen with the gun still aimed, smoke seeping from the barrel. He was shaking from fear and adrenaline.

“It--it’s okay, Sammy…” his voice trembled. “Y--you can come out now.”

A frightened Sam pulled himself out and sat on the floor, afraid to move.

Snapping out of his trance, Dean put down the gun and rushed to Y/N. He crouched down to help her sit up and she winced. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...I think so…”

Dean looked down at her arm and his heart raced with worry. “Hold on, don’t move.” He scrambled to his feet and ran to get the medical kit that they always took with them. It took him only seconds to hurry back to her, his breathing ragged.

“Dean, it’s okay, I can do it.”

“No,” he told her softly as he sat beside her. Dean’s eyes went to hers and he was suddenly calm once more. She had that effect on him and it was one of the best feelings he’d ever known. “You saved me.”

“You’re the one that killed the werewolf. I was a total clutz.” Y/N laughed through a scoff.

Finding her gaze once more, Dean smiled sweetly and shook his head. “No one besides my dad has ever done anything like that for me before…”

“You’re my best friend, Dean. I’d do anything for you.”

Her words had Dean’s head reeling and feeling like he could walk on air. “Me too.”

The door was suddenly kicked in with force as Max and John rushed in, their weapons aimed and ready. Their eyes grew at the scene and they struggled for breath in that moment of worry.

“Y/N!” Max gasped as he went to his wounded daughter on the floor. “Oh, my god. Are you alright?”

As John checked to make sure the wolf was dead, Y/N nodded her head. “I’m okay, dad. Dean saved us.”

Turning his head toward the Winchester boy, Max exhaled with a grin. “Thank you, Dean…” He picked up his little girl to stand and walked her to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

John went to a still clearly shaken Sam and pushed back his hair. “You alright, kiddo?”

“Mm-hmm,” he mumbled.

Not being a man of many words, John just looked back at Dean to give him an approving nod. That would be the closest John would get to actually telling his son that he was proud of him.

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The hunters couldn’t stay in the motel any longer. They had to get rid of the werewolf’s body and leave town before people started to ask questions about what had happened.

With the hunt over, it was time for the families to go their separate ways. John and Max shook hands and exchanged farewells while a sleepy Sam went to hug Y/N.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Sam told her.

Y/N kissed the top of his head as she held her bandaged arm close to her chest. “I’ll miss you, buddy. Be safe, okay?”

“Okay. You too.” With one more half-smile, Sam went to the car.

Y/N and Dean were reluctant to say anything, knowing that once they did, it would be time to go. Not knowing when they would see each other again was a terrible feeling for them both.

Even with her arm injured, Y/N still threw both of her arms around Dean’s neck for a hug. “Thank you.”

When they pulled apart, Dean looked into her eyes nervously. “I’ll always take care of you.”

Y/N blushed and tried to hide the grin threatening to grow. She then quickly pecked a kiss on Dean’s cheek. “See you soon, Dean.”

As she turned to leave, Dean’s hand touched his cheek as his own smile took over. He was lost in what he thought may have been the best moment of his life.

“Dean!” John called out. “Let’s go!”

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Chapter 3

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