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todaddyroki · 1 year

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Learned some Argentine Tango today and ugh the balls of my feet and calf muscles are gonna feel it tomorrow but it made me desperately want to write a competitive dance bkdk. It’s just a little seed. But I just want cranky Bakugo to be led by sunshine baby Deku with their legs tangling back and forth, chests pressed together. Deku’s giant hand covering the base of Bakugo’s spine as he leads them through the steps. Deku is a dance teacher who specializes in hard cases. Dancers coming back from an injury, terrified wedding couples, dancers who have plateaued — you name it. He is absolutely amazing helping dancers get into the comfortable mindset to perform in front of a crowd. Bakugo is one of those hard cases. He’s a phenomenal dancer but his attitude is shit. He can’t keep a partner for the life of him, and he hasn’t won a medal in months. Denki suggested Bakugo take some technique lessons from Deku because

“Dude, the articulation on that guy is wild. He improved my styling so much in just a few weeks! And helps that his ass is out of this world! I don’t even need help with merengue but I asked him to give me some technique lessons just so I could watch his ass.”

TBC. Because ugh laundry.

What really cinched it was when he found out that Todoroki (that half and half bastard, there was no way his hair was natural and it was against the rules to have it that goddamn flashy!) was thinking about training with him. And Bakugo was not going to get sloppy seconds! He didn’t know what to expect when he showed up at Deku’s small studio but it wasn’t this short powerhouse of a guy, with forest green untamable curls and big green eyes reaching four pipsqueaks how to dance. Leading a tiny blonde girl through the box step of the waltz. And he wasn’t expecting to see the great Aizawa Shouta sitting in one of the chairs in front of the mirror covered wall, awake, eyes at half mast as he tracked the little girl and Deku as he led her through a perfectly timed underarm turn. The last time he and his partner Cammie had taken a lesson from him, Aizawa had spent most of the lesson seemingly asleep. Barking out orders and feedback with his eyes closed. Seeing him awake and “riveted” made the situation increasingly interesting. Bakugo clutched his dance bag tighter and took a closer look at the short, messy haired nerd wearing what looked like was an oversized vintage Toshinori Yagi dance tshirt. Faded with age, the “Plus Ultra!” slogan and giant grin on Yagi’s face the only thing visible. Bakugo couldn’t see the famous ass under the giant T-shirt which hit the middle of his thighs, but got a good look at the shitty nerds legs and the muscles rippling in his back under the thin cotton as he corrected a boy in a red hat’s form. Class ended shortly after and Aizawa nodded to Bakugo in acknowledgement while the little blonde girl chattered on about Deku this and Deku that and let him outside. And I'm just thinking that Deku lifts that giant shirt to blot his forehead because working with kids is sweaty work and he's wearing these damn leggings. Panel cut outs with mesh and his ass just so round! His abs slightly glistening with sweat and Bakugo is like "whelp RIP me."

But of course he's fucking Bakugo so he says something cutting about Deku's shirt. "You really that much of a nerd that you have an original Yagi shirt from the 70's?" and Deku just grins at him, the shirt still pulled up and his abs (and that bulge who am I kidding) on DISPLAY. "I don't know Kacchan. It's pretty nerdy of yourself to know who one of the most successful and famous dance entrepreneurs are by name. Did you grow up taking his classes?" Deku is obviously excited that Bakugo knows who his idol is. "Kami mentioned you'd be coming by. I hope you'll agree that my lessons are a good fit for us! Anyone who loves Toshinori as much as I do is going to be a wonderful dancer! Why don't you lead me through a Bolero?" Deku drops his shirt and Bakugo can't stop looking at the baggy

Shirt because he KNOWS whats under there. So he chooses not to say anything, changes into his dance shoes and stands in the middle of the room ready to lead Deku through the best, most seductive bolero he has ever witnessed.

Maybe it’s the Halloween spirit or the fact that I’ve been working my cha cha cross overs till my feet hurt but I am thinking about bkdk and Santana’s Black Magic Woman.

They’ve been training all night, everyone’s left the studio already. It’s been a tough practice session.

They just can’t seem to connect. Someone’s a beat off or their frame is a bit too stiff. They’re exhausted and snapping at each other. Deku can see that Kacchan is frustrated. He keeps turning away after every missed step, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Muttering under his breath in a angry approximation of Deku’s own. His shoulders are all hunched close, he’s not taking up the space he usually does. So Deku dims the lights, so just the chandeliers are glowing softly, the light reflected in the floor to ceiling mirrors setting a soft and intimate tone.

He turns on Santana. Let’s the sound of the keyboard and drums set his body in motion and fill his ears. He lets the wailing guitar take all his frustration away, melting low in his hips settling his weight heavy and sensual with eyes closed.

Kacchan can’t take his eyes off Deku. Watching him give himself over to the music. It’s less Latin cha cha and more interpretive. The syncopation of his steps and hips, making the return to the traditional steps look graceful and sensual.

He can feel his throat run dry watching Deku’s hips move, the divots and valleys of the muscles in his arms and shoulders deeply shadowed in the dim room. Deku doesn’t open his eyes. He beckons to Kacchan with a hand outstretched to him, begging Kacchan to lead him through the dance with half lidded eyes and a sensuous weight change. Finally opening his eyes to send a half lidded smoldering look his way. A look that says, “Come here and remember why you love dancing. Come here — remember while dancing with me.”

And Kacchan does. He gives into Deku and the siren’s song of the drums and guitar. Putting his strong hands a little lower on Deku’s back than is competition appropriate

Pulling him a lot closer than is competition appropriate, reaching under his shirt to touch his bare skin. Deku’s strong back is slick with sweat, the shirt clinging obscenely to his chest and rib cage. And they dance. Close and sweaty, eyes half closed, skirting looks away from each other’s faces. Flitting here and away with each roll of their hips.

Until each triple step became more of a hip twitch into each other’s space than a slide across the floor. Until Kacchan tugs Deku into a dip, lowering Deku half to the floor in a long graceful bend, back arched sharply as Kacchan gives into temptation and rolls forward to kiss the fluttering pulse in Deku’s neck

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ifuckedchrisevans · 4 years

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One Beer - Part Two

Based off the song One Beer by Hardy you can listen to it HERE

High school sweethearts AU with Chris | You and Chris just graduated high school. You have an amazing summer planned before you and your friends part ways for the fall and go on to your separate schools. But what happens when things don’t go as planned?

Note: Let me know what you think. I’m not sure how I feel about it, I’m still working on my writing skills. Also, read the note at the bottom for another question I have. I’m asking it there so I don’t spoil anything up here :)

🎶 Never thought that they’d be, puttin’ those life plans on the shelf. A couple American babies, raisin’ one up their self. 🎶

You and Chris sat in his car and discussed what you were going to do.

“My parents are going to be so mad,” you sighed.

“You’re not going to tell them alone. I’ll be right there with you,” Chris said with a small smile. “We can tell my mom first, if you want to, she’ll be surprised but she’s not going to get mad and yell or anything.”

“What are we going to say? You know they’re going to bring up our plans for college and careers,” you pointed out,

“I’ll enroll in the community college and start classes for business,” Chris said.

“Chris, I can’t let you do that, you’ve wanted to chase this acting dream and that’s what you’re going to do,” your voice quivered. “I’ll start at community college and we’ll still take turns of visiting each other on the weekends. I’ll just still be back here at home, and you’ll be in New York,” your voice trailed off.

“(Y/N), I don’t have to go to New York, sure, acting is my dream, but this-” he gestured to you and him - “this is bigger than that.”

“I refuse to be the girl that kept you from chasing what you wanted, I’ll be here waiting for you,” a small smile crept across your face.

Chrsi took his hand in yours and kissed it.

Chris’ hand rested on your leg as you rode in his car back to his house. Your hands were sweaty and your heart was pounding. While you were nervous to face his mother and share your life changing news, you knew she would be supportive and loving through it all. She loved Chris and his siblings with unconditional love, she has always been more relaxed than your strict parents. You dreaded having to share the news with them. You especially dreaded your father’s reaction towards both you and Chris.

The car came to a stop in the driveway, you turned and looked at Chris.

“Ready?” He asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” you sighed.

Chris held your hand as you walked in the front door. You had been inside his house thousands of times, sometimes it felt more like home than your own.

“Ma?” Chris called through the house, walking with his hand tangled with yours.

“In here!” his mother called from the living room.

You and Chris found Lisa sitting on the couch reading a book.

“Hey, ma, can we talk to you?” Chris asked, quietly.

“Of course, is everything okay?” her voice was concerned, she looked between your face and her son’s

“We’re okay,” Chris said as he sat down on the couch and pulled you with him.

You felt sick to your stomach, you could feel Lisa’s eyes on you. You looked up at Chris, begging for him to do the talking. He pressed his lips to your forehead and gave your hand a squeeze.

“Chris, sweetheart, what is it?” his mother asked, “you know you can tell me anything, I’m here for you, you too, (Y/N)”.

Chris took a deep breath, “S-she’s uh, she’s p-pregnat,” Chris stuttered out.

Lisa’s face didn’t falter. She remained calm, and took a deep breath, “You know what you have to do, Christopher."

"I know, Ma, we're going to do this together," he said with a small smile.

"Have you told your parents yet?” Lisa asked you.

You shook your head no, Lisa knew how strict your parents were.

"No matter what their reaction, we're here to support you, sweetheart," Lisa said with a small smile.

You smiled back, looking from Lisa to Chris. Your stomach was in knots thinking about having to break the news to your parents.

Your parents are very conservative. The few times Chris had spent the night at the house, he slept on a completely different floor. Your dad would - will - blow a gasket when you told him. Your parents love you and they've always supported you and your dreams, well, their dreams that they have for you. And well, their daughter becoming a mom at 18 was not even close to the dreams they have for you.

"I guess we should go tell them," you let out a nervous breath, looking at your blue-eyed boyfriend.

"I'll be with you the whole time," Chris reassured you.

You nodded, hoping - no, praying that your parents, especially your father, would remain calm, cool, and collected.

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Before going back to your house, Chris took you by to get your car from where you left it at the mall.

Chris parked behind your car in the driveway. You took his hand and lead him in the front door.

"Hi Sweetheart!" Your dad smiled, "Chris, how are ya?" He said, extending his hand to shake your boyfriend's.

"Doing well, Sir," Chris smiled nervously.

"Mom just ran up to shower from her shift at the hospital, she should be down soon," your dad said.

You and Chris took a seat in the living room. Sitting close, but not too close. Your dad came in and sat in his chair, he started asking Chris about his plans for summer work and if he was really going to New York in the fall to pursue acting.

Your mom finally joined you in the living room, giving both you and Chris a hug.

When the conversation got to a lull, you glanced at Chris, this was you window. You had to do it.

"Mom, Dad," you said, looking down at your feet, "I-w-we need to talk to you about something"

"You're not going to New York, (Y/N). You're going to (your dream school)," your dad said with a slight laugh.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to go to (your dream school)," you muttered under your breath.

"Why would you say that, sweetheart?" Your mom questioned.

You could feel their eyes on you. Your hands were shaking, Chris put his slightly sweaty hand on top of yours.

"Mom," your voice shook, "Daddy," you said, attempting to smile at him, "I-I'm p-pregnat."

The room fell silent. For a minute you couldn't tell if you had actually said the words or not. Your eyes flickered between your mom's and your dad's face. Trying to figure out what they were thinking. Trying to brace for the worst.

Your mom started to cry. Your dad's face was like stone.

"Sweetheart, how could you let this happen," she whispered in disbelief.

"I'll tell you how she let this happen, she let that punk of a boyfriend in her goddamn pants!" Your dad spat out, pointing an accusing finger at Chris.

“It takes two to tango, daddy, this wasn’t all him!” you stood, giving your father’s bitterness back to him.

"Get the hell out of my house, both of you!" Your dad yelled.

"Richard!" Your mom scolded.

"I meant what I said, get out," he said, pointing towards the door.

There it was. The worst you had been bracing for.

Chris positioned himself between you and your father, walking you out of the house and to his car.

As soon as the car door shut you let the tears flow. How could your father do this to you? You thought.

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Back at Chris' house you laid with your head in his lap while he ran his fingers through your hair.

"I'm so sorry about this, baby" Chris said, his voice had a hint of sadness.

"It's not like I didn't expect this from him," you sniffled.

"My mom said he'll come to his senses by the end of the weekend," you picked your head up to face Chris. "Are you sure your mom doesn't mind me being here a few days?"

"Baby, you're always welcome here, my mom loves you," Chris smiled.

You smiled back, but the smile quickly faded when you thought about your new reality. Tears came to your eyes again.

"I'm so scared," you admitted, looking at your boyfriend.

"I know," Chris whispered, "I'm scared too. But hey," he said, lifting your chin with his finger. "We're gonna have a baby!" He whispered with a smile.

"You're gonna be a daddy," you giggled.

"And you," Chris said, pulling you into his lap, "are going to be one, cute momma" he smiled.

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Later that night you curled up next to Chris in his bed. You were almost asleep when you heard Chris start to whisper. At first you thought he was talking in his sleep, so you didn’t pay too much attention to what he was saying. Until you felt his breath on your stomach.

“You’ve got such a beautiful momma, Bud, she’s the sweetest, I’m sure you already know that,” he laughed to himself. “I can’t wait to meet you. Now, there are gonna be some shitty days, especially when I have to take my trips to New York. But I promise, I’m always going to come back.”

You felt a tear run down your cheek as you stared at the ceiling while you listened to your boyfriend talk to the little one in your belly.

“I love you and your momma so much,” Chris smiled, choking back his own tears, “okay, I’ll let you get some sleep, you’ve got a lot of growing to do if you’re gonna be like Tom Brady,” Chris kissed your belly and moved his head back to his pillow.

“And just what makes you think it’s a boy?” you questioned with a giggle.

“How much of that did you hear?” he asked, his cheeks burned from a hint of embarrassment.

“Enough to make me cry happy tears,” you smiled and cupped his face with your hand.

“Boy or girl, I’m going to love the both of you, always,” Chris said before he pressed his lips to yours.

Chris pulled away and smiled, you pressed your forehead to his.

“Always,” you smiled.

*****************************

Note: I can’t decide if I want the reader to reconcile with her dad right away or if there should be some grudges held and make for some good drama? Let me know your thoughts :)

Tags: @daliaevans

#chris evans #Chris Evans au #chris Evans fanfic #things i wrote #one beer

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ask-fantasy-sanders-sides · 4 years

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Did I hear dancing? Did Dee, Remus, and Virgil like to dance? I need all the details!!

Oh for sure they danced together!

Mod (thats me) is a huge fan of dance so there will be a lot of it in this AU, probably ^^

(explanation is long so I’m putting it under a cut, also I have no control and have started some sketches on this, will post them later if y’all are interested in seeing them but they’re very self-indulgent and sappy lol)

Remus isn’t an amazing dancer, but him and Virgil cutting it up are a goddamn sight to behold.

As soon as Remus found out Virgil had never heard of dancing before meeting him, it became Remus’s personal mission to teach Virgil All Of The Dancing. He and Roman were extensively trained as children, and goddammit he was going to use those classes somewhere

Virgil wasn’t a huge fan of the simple/gentrified slow dancing, like the box step or waltz, cause you’re “basically just standing there wasting time,” and he didn’t like the boisterous town ball line dances either, cause that was too many people. But, he liked the solo and duo stuff, like tango and ballet:

They were more athletic, so his brain likened them to his training, instead of a recreational or romantic thing. For Virgil, dancing is “exercise where you have fun with a friend and show off your personal skill”

ballet was easy for him because he was flexible and strong, and it wasn’t incredibly different from the stretches he already did. (“I can implement this in battle,,,, don’t laugh I’m being serious”)

Tango or Lindy hop or other energetic/acrobatic dances were with one other person who he trusted, not a group of strangers, and it was definitely a workout

So he and Remus sort-of started combining them. Imagine a sort of crazy ballroom dance: lots of footwork, tosses and lifts, very intimate, requires total trust in your partner. Remus could throw him way high up in the air for crazy ballet catches, and Virgil could show off his downright ridiculous flexibility. Some sort of cross between spider-monkey shenanigans, crazy stupid stunts, and very close, romantic dancing. It is the craziest shit to watch them do in person, it’s like watching a car crash but the crash never happens.

And of course, they were best friends for sixteen years; You can feel the energy and trust between them. They have undeniable chemistry, even if it’s purely platonic, and it’s viscerally visible when they dance.

Dee would NEVER attempt it, but he cheered them on for sure. He definitely got very very flustered watching Remus and Virgil dance, poor gay baby. (There was quite a while after he first joined them that Dee was just a demisexual disaster between his oblivious asshole boy crushes, with Remus having absolutely no sense of personal boundaries and Virgil being completely desensitized to the human body and oblivious to romantic gestures. Eventually, he got used to their bullshit.)

And it’s not like this was a rare thing for them; it was one of the sure-fire ways Remus and Virgil would spend time together and show affection to one another, what with both of them being a little weird with words and full of energy (or nerves, in Virgil’s case). Any fast-paced/dramatic song starts up at a tavern they’re hanging out at, and there’s an abandoned patch of floor? Dee already knows where they’re going, doesn’t even have to look up from his drink.

Dee danced with them too, of course, just not anything as wild as what they would do together. Dee is a good dancer, but he just doesn’t enjoy it as much as they do. Dee and Virgil don’t like to make big shows of themselves in public, but for Dee its more like “I don’t want to be a spotlight” and for Virgil it’s “I don’t want to be around strangers.” So, if it’s a small group of people, Virgil’s fine with getting a little performative, but Dee still doesn’t want to make a big fuss.

Dee and Virgil didn’t dance often, but that’s because Virgil would tire Dee the hell out. Virgil took the lead when it was just the two of them, and they would do more swing/tap-style dances, like what he did with Remus but less intimate and intense (still very much a workout, though).

Remus and Dee liked to slow-dance. They did the soft, swaying-and-spinning ballroom dances that bored Virgil. It was much more Dee’s speed, and Remus didn’t mind slowing down for him. It’s like the stuff parents do in movies. where by the end of the dance they’ve basically devolved to just hugging and stepping from side to side. Gentle and affectionate. They do this a lot when they’re drunk, and Remus is feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable and sappy.

Growing up practicing these dances with other students, Remus was always frustrated with his partners. No one trusted him enough to really get to the fun parts, like lifts and dips and spinning around, and no one could really stand him long enough to do the sweet, slow ones, except for his brother, Nico, or Mom. So, he could never really let loose, which is what dancing is for. Dee and Virgil, though - at the time when this became a thing for them - trusted him, and Virgil was spry enough to keep up with him during the more energetic routines. Remus really appreciated that.

They have tried to all dance together at the same time, but it’s usually a disaster. Remus and Virgil both want to lead, Dee doesn’t know what they’re doing, and it ends up looking like three kids goofing around, but they are having the time of their lives. It usually ends with Remus pulling That Move where he just picks them both up and spins and spins and spins around until he makes himself dizzy, and they fall over into a silly hug, smiling like idiots.

As a small note I couldn’t figure out a good transition for, lmao:

Dancing was definitely a part of Yuan-Ti culture, and done often during festivals and cult rites. The type of dancing they would do was a sort of mash between belly dancing and bharatanatyam, and Dee and Marissa both know how to do it. Now you have that mental image, you’re welcome. uvu

#lets roll #rpgau anxceitmus

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xfanfics · 4 years

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Destiel Fic Rec List Part 7

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity. Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 39 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

Bare Your Throat and Have Me by highermagic E | 4k | AU, PWP, a/b/o

Castiel and Dean have only been mated for a few months, but Dean knows how this goes by now.

Deterioration by highermagic E | 33k | Hot, AU, Cop!Dean, Mystery

Dean has a gift – he can see things. Things that others wouldn't see, motive and calm control between the splatters of blood and fractured mirrors. He solves crimes others simply can't. When bodies are piling up all around him, Dean starts to feel as though he's drowning in it, falling under the weight of his own helpless observations, until he finds something unbreakable. Unwavering. Castiel – if only the man was as good for him as he appears.

Try Something Tuesday by almaasi E | 48k | Fluff, Teacher AU, Librarian Cas

Human AU. Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He's new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean's curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not? Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only.

Angel-Cuffed by Luciel89 E | 15k | CANON!verse

Dean wakes up to find himself handcuffed to his angel. Both are annoyed, Sam finds it hilarious and awkward situations await them. But the longer they're tied together, the more things between them start to change...

The Bet List ❤ by StevieCas M | 55k | Fluff, AU, Underage, wing!kink

"That bet list was the worst thing you've ever come up with, Gabe. If it wasn't for it, I would never have thought about such things. It's bad enough being an earthbound angel, it's bad enough being considered a weirdo even by angel standards. Did I have to be gay as well? Do I even represent a minority or is it just me out there?

I love the world of this fic--and Dean and Cas' relationship dynamic is perfect.

Ad Astra ❤ by nhixxie T | 17k | Angst

One day Cas says, "Stars died for you, Dean Winchester", against ruffled hair perched atop sun kissed skin and sleepy eyes. Dean stirs, moving to spread his palms against the contour of Cas’ back, tips of fingers languidly strumming the indentations of his spine. One, two, three, four, he counts, the closest he could get to scientifically studying the anatomy of the human body. "Is this some physics crap again?" He frowns with eyes closed. Cas smiles softly. "Far from it. "Dean’s fingers play at the base of his back, ninth thoracic vertebrae, Cas notes. "Then tell me all about it.”

Read it and weep. If this were published, I would buy it.

Sensitive by nevergotwings E | 1k | wing!kink

Curiosity sparks when Dean gets the urge to touch Castiel's wings.

An Exercise in 'Worthless' ❤ by beastofthesky

M | 26k | AU, Tattoos

"I mean, you’re–" He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living." Wherein Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel's cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe's cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam's university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma's coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That's just logic.

Perfection everywhere. Dean's lack of self-worth is explored, and there are tattoos.

Of ties and wings by perpetuallycaffinated E | 4k | Hot, PWP, wing!kink

Jealousy, ties and and impatient angel. Also, wings.

pie | by perpetuallycaffinated E | 3k | Hot, PWP

Dean uses pie to eat out Castiel. That's pretty much it.

I Say, But I Mean by inplayruns T | 4k | Coffee Shop AU

Dean runs a bed & breakfast. Cas works in a coffeeshop.

Heavenly Delights by TamrynEradani T | 2k | Fluff, Coffee Shop AU

Gabriel owns Heavenly Delights, the coffee shop Cas works at and on the day before Thanksgiving, Cas sees someone looking down so he brings him a hot chocolate, and Gabriel conspires to get them together.

New Eyes by ozzutly E | 1k | Canon!Verse

Dean sees Castiel's true form. He decides he likes it.

Resonance by definitely_indecisive G | 1k | Canon!Verse, Soul Bond

The battered and abused presence had poked warily out, almost as if expecting harm. He let his grace drift forward to meet the soul instantly, putting off all of the warmth he could muster. The presence seemed to stutter for a second, before melding itself into Castiel's grace. He allowed the soul to do so, cradling it with his core. He could feel the tiredness and abuse from the poor thing, yet also the amazing light it gave off as it started to slowly heal because of his grace. He could tell this was the most unique soul he had ever met, and that he wouldn't forget the feeling of the presence for all of millennia.

My Roots Take Flight by KismetJeska M | 125k | Reverse!verse, s4 AU

After forty years in Hell, Dean’s more than willing to accept the offer: become a guardian angel and earn his freedom. But his new ward seems destined to hunt alongside Sam, and there are secrets in Heaven that the angels don’t want found out. Dean’s going to have to choose between his duty and the people he loves- and to work out just where Castiel fits in.

Angel Airlines by dancingloki E | 19k | Hot, Airline AU

Dean is an airline pilot with a raging hard-on for his head flight attendant. Fluffy fluffy fluff.

El Tango de Amor by literaryoblivion E | 16k | AU, Fluff, Angst,

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Dean leaves, is gone for two to three hours, and comes home sweaty and exhausted to the apartment he and his brother Sam share. Sam had asked him where he went once, and Dean had said he was working out, which technically wasn’t a lie. What he was doing was definitely giving him a workout, just not in the traditional sense. In all actuality though, Dean was leaving every Tuesday and Thursday for a dance class. A dance class taught by a one Castiel Novak.

Ugly Sweater!Verse ❤ ❤ by nerdylittledude E | 193k | Canon!verse,Fluff, Post s5

If they really go back and think about it... it all started with a tree. A Christmas tree, that is. Castiel is human now, and the apocalypse is not only over, it's been averted. Sam's away at NYU, finally finishing law school, and Dean's stuck in what is probably the most awkward situation of his life. He's not exactly sure how he ended up sharing a flat with Cas in Media, Pennsylvania, but he does know the curious would-be angel is sort of derailing his plans for a life of decadence and booze. Cas is trying to make the best of his humanity by exploring human holidays. Dean can't exactly complain because he's pretty much the reason Cas got his wings clipped in the first place. Dean didn't actually want to fall in love, but how was he supposed to know it would all start with a goddamn tree?

My favorite fic ever. I don't know how many times I've read it. There is switching, fluff, angst, and slow building romance. I will rec this forever.

More Than Alien Mojo by remivel

E | 29k | Men in Black AU, Fluff,

Dean was one of Men in Black's best agents. In fact, he's been knee deep in extraterrestrial crap his whole life, and he's gone through more apocalypses than he could care to remember. He thought he's seen it all-- until he and his partner, Sam, were sent out to a routine meteorite crash inspection. What was supposed to be a meteorite turned out to be a golden spaceship, and instead of hitchhiking intergalactic pathogens, it was an alien that took the form of a human male. A very naked human male. Soon, they discovered that this alien named 'Castiel' was a refugee from a war-torn galaxy.The first of his kind to ever venture to Earth, Castiel agreed to share information about his galaxy and his race in exchange for his relocation on Earth. The only catch was: since Castiel was a new alien species, nobody knew what he was capable of, whether he was as harmless as E.T., or as dangerous as the Predator. And it was Dean's job to keep an eye on him and assess just how much of a threat Castiel could be, and if necessary, eliminate him. It wasn't a job Dean was looking forward to doing. Especially since he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off him, naked or not.

Come On With the Rain by remivel E | 36k | High School AU, dubcon

When Castiel was 15, his life changed. In one tragic instant, he lost his parents, and he was forced to live with his Uncle Bobby in Lawrence, Kansas. There he met the Winchester boys, Sam and Dean, who were living next door. He thought Sam was pleasant, and Dean, well, Dean was special. Three years passed and Castiel’s relationship with the boys developed in an unexpected way. Sam became his best friend. But Dean was a different story. Dean was not Castiel’s friend. He was a neighbor, a classmate, the brother of Castiel’s best friend, and the guy who worked part time at his uncle’s salvage yard. That was all. But on the rare times that Dean asked Castiel for help, Castiel couldn’t find it in him to turn him down. Because this was Dean. And the answer would never be “no” when it came to Dean.

Crossroads State by Mercy M | 51k | AU

Castiel has a nice predictable structured life teaching high school, even if he happens to be overqualified for it. Then this guy moves in around the corner and literally knocks him on his ass.

Heart of Glass by omphalos E | 17k | Canon!Verse

He's the one who was punished, severely, because of his feelings for Dean, but who still gave up everything for him in the end. Surely there should exist between them a better level of comprehension than this.

Domesticated by kototyph E | 15k | AU

Being the only angel in the entire Pacific Northwest can be tiring, even if these days Castiel spends more of his time shoveling manure than fighting off the hordes of hell. It's an occupational hazard, unfortunately; he earns most of his living rehabilitating wild animals a few miles outside Spokane. Wild animals like Dean, for instance— a mountain lion who's entirely too smart for his own good. There's a man in Castiel's dreams named Dean too, but that part's just a huge coincidence.

Excite by perpetuallycaffinated E | 3k | Crack, wing!kink

"Sam Winchester, I am going to carnally worship your brother whether you are in this room or not.

Snapshots 'Verse ❤ by highermagic E | 60k [WIP] | AU, Wing!kink, a/b/o, omega!dean

A series of one-shots following the meeting, courting and eventual love between an Angel doctor named Castiel and an Angel teacher by the name of Dean.

Less of a WIP, more of a series of one-shots. Rowan's worldbuilding is lovely, and the sex is perfect as usual. EDIT: Apparently this has been removed.

Angel's Wild ❤ by riseofthefallenone E | 389k | AU, H/C, Wing!kink

But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels. Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right? That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.

Perfection. Go read it now.

Sharing Hands by almaasi E | 6k | Hot, Canon!Verse

Dean feels something strange when he touches himself, and realises Cas has been using him as a vessel ever since he came back from Purgatory.

The Good Samaritan Rule by manic_intent E | 6k | AU, wing!kink

Written for deancaskink: "Dean and Castiel are both angels and brothers-in-arms. During a battle, Cas's wings get hurt and [it's] up to Dean to help him out. In the process, Cas finds out how sensitive his wings are and well Dean is Dean no matter what his form [is], so this leads to lovely first time sex." God never made humans. Instead, he made the angels in his image, and on the sixth day he made the is him, and gave them free will.

How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel (accidentally) raised each other (and Sam) ❤ by Vera_Dragonmuse E | 69k | AU, Sam/Gabriel

In which, Gabriel meddles with the time line and Castiel becomes Dean's angel rather sooner than intended.

Out of the Deep ❤ by riseofthefallenone E | 488k | AU, h/c

Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep. It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep. Castiel should have listened better.

It's long, but worth it.

Feathers by brightly_lit M | 90k | Angst, Wing!kink, D/s

In an alternate season 5 scenario, Dean, Sam, and twenty of their closest hunter friends stopped the apocalypse by closing the gates to heaven, hell, and purgatory. Now working with his former hunter buddies at Ellen's security company, Dean doesn't know what to make of his weird new coworker who always wears a trenchcoat and leaves behind feathers everywhere he goes. He especially doesn't know that, cut off from the power of heaven, the constantly falling feathers mean his new friend is dying. "Creation cried out against the injustice of a righteous man in hell. I answered its cry.

Vita Nuova ❤ by wordaccordingtofangirls M | 61k | Teacher AU

AU. Dean Winchester takes a job as a teaching assistant to get his little brother into a prestigious academy. He doesn't quite expect such long nights and snobby kids, but the real surprise is professor Castiel Novak: or falling in love with him, that is.

Like a Parched Land by twoskeletons E | 8k | reverse!verse

Written for the following prompt: "Reverse!verse: Castiel is the Righteous Man and Dean is the angel who drags his ass out of Hell." This is an AU version of episodes 5x01 through 5x03.

The Cabin by bookkbaby E | 16k | Canon!Verse, Wing!kink

For an angel, the building of a Nest is sacred. Dean doesn't understand. Written for the 2013 DCBB.

Pies and Prejudice by linoresearch E | 97k | AU

Dean didn’t even want to enter this damn competition. He was happy with his life, more or less. It might not look like much from the outside, or to a younger brother headed towards a big time law career, but it wasn’t so bad that Dean needed to scrabble around for any opportunity to make a change – particularly not one as stupid as this. He’s going to throttle Sam the next time he sees him, for getting him involved in this ridiculous Bake-Off TV show. It’s bad enough that Dean has to cook in front of people he doesn’t know; he now has to go through the humiliation of being judged on it too. Its humiliation piled on humiliation, and to make matters worse Dean has to play nice with all the other suckers involved, like that rich dick-bag Castiel Novak. God, he hates that guy, and he hates that someone so awful has such a frustratingly fine ass. Written for the Dean/Castiel Big Bang 2013

The Breath of All Things ❤ by KismetJeska T | 65k | AU, H/C Angst,

Dean Winchester was twenty-six years old when a car accident killed his father and left him paralysed from the waist down. A year and a half later, Dean is in a wheelchair and lives in a care home in Kansas, where he spends his days waiting to die. It's only when Castiel Novak starts volunteering at the care home that Dean starts to wonder if a changed life always equals a ruined one.

So angsty, and so, so perfect.

All the Way ❤ by cadignan E | 81k | College AU

Castiel spends the first two weeks of college in much the same way he spent the previous years: alone with his books. He’s fine with it—he enrolled in college to learn, after all. Then in his first chemistry lab, he has the bad luck of being paired with snide, good-for-nothing Ruby, and the further misfortune of sitting behind Dean Winchester, the world’s most beautiful distraction. Ruby catches Castiel staring at Dean and makes him an offer.

Destiel, Actually by Bloodism E | 15k | Crack Fluff,

Picture your typical rom-com cliché. Now picture Dean stuck in that rom-com cliché. With Castiel. Because that's what happening to him - a crazy whirlwind of your typical-and-not-so-typical cliché's. He's playing the main lead in all of them and Castiel's his counterpart. Of course, the culprit is obvious. Gabe's enjoying himself too much, lying back on his favourite cloud with a tub of salted popcorn. It was about time someone kicked the two knuckleheads into gear.

Suburban War by squeemonster E | 100k | High School AU

Moving to Lawrence with his family is the most significant event of Dean Winchester's life. It brings a stability he's never known, and the only thing to have more of a profound impact on him is Castiel Novak: the two boys become fast friends the day they meet. But as Dean grows older, he dreams for something beyond the monotony and constraints of suburbia, and he is haunted by the inexplicable feeling that he was born for something more than what this life offers. As he struggles to reconcile the person he yearns to be with what his family and friends expect of him, a fateful choice exposes just how fragile his life in the suburbs is, and possibly risks losing the best friend he's ever had.

#destiel #deancas #spn #spn fic rec #destiel fic rec #*#list

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MAN OF HONOR (PART THREE)

Summary: You were dreading a certain wedding you were involved in, desperate to find a suitable date that could pass as your fake boyfriend. Luckily, Bucky Barnes had nothing better to do.

Notes: NSFW (18+), Swearing

Hangovers were never your friend, and the sunlight was only reminding you of it. You remembered very little of the party last night, but you at least know it was spread across all of London. Trying to fight it, your eyes blinked slowly to the sight of your body laying opposite of the headboard - god were you sore. You realized you were on your stomach, feeling the slight discomfort at your chest. Once you had gained some composure, your eyes flickered across the room. You knitted your brow to see the small dresser of clothing now to the floor - and your eyes suddenly grew wide at seeing the rest of the room in complete disarray. Sighing out, you finally managed to bring your body upwards. Swallowing to feel the dryness in your throat - suddenly you wanted to scream. Bucky laid sprawled out on the bed, a small laced material covering below his waist.

“What the hell?” You croaked out, grabbing the nearest pillow to whip at his frame.

A loud groan erupted from the action, and Bucky woke with a pained expression.

“What. The hell. Happened?” You hit him as much as you could, watching him block the blows - he was hungover, but not nearly as much as you.

“Jesus, keep quiet.” Bucky rasped, his blue eyes struggling to open.

“How are you hungover?” You huffed out, finally stopping.

“I’m not a goddamn Alien. It can happen.” Bucky groaned again, rising as you did - his eyes fell to the material covering his core.

“I swear if we had sex-” you choked out, and in honesty you wondered in a split second if it was any good.

“I take it these-” Bucky removed the material and you instantly screwed your eyes shut, “Are yours?”

“Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, covering your chest with the pillow, deciding it was best to bury yourself in it.

“I take it the dresser was our doing.” Bucky laughed lightly, and you instantly flew the pillow to him again.

You suddenly heard a knock, and your eyes grew wide - halting your actions.

“H-honey? You okay in there?”

You heard your mother, clearly she was concerned.

“Teddy, sounded like you died last night. Wanted to check on you”

Now your kid sister.

You slapped your palm to your forehead, Bucky raising his brow in amusement.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Be down in a few minutes.” You called out, taking a deep breath, “Get dressed, and we’re not talking about this.”

You fumbled out of the bed, somewhat shy of your naked skin.

“You’ve got a cute ass.” Bucky laughed behind you, throwing the pillow directly to your backside.

You gave him one last glare, causing him to raise his arms in mock defense - giving him no chance to make another smart remark, you nearly scurried to the bathroom. Once you managed to dress, you emerged to the complete mess of the room again. Bucky had already dressed, and you were somewhat thankful that he wasn’t strolling around naked anymore.

“We have that-“ You stammered, “Dance thing. With my sister today.”

“Right. Dance lessons.” Bucky sighed out, buckling his belt.

“Not that you really need them, do you forties man.” You huffed out, walking to the door - only for Bucky to stop with the metal contraption of his hand.

“You seemed to like that yesterday.” He spoke quietly, and you felt his eyes travel along your dress.

“Yeah well we’re just going to pretend that last night ended, after our-“

“Hot makeout session?” Bucky smirked, removing his hand he let you open the door.

“It was just a kiss.” You choked out, making your way along the house already.

“Oh and last night was, what, Shaking hands?” Bucky practically snickered, and you turned to give him a quick glare.

“Goodie, you’re awake” You sister emerged, forcing you into a hug.

“Good morning.” Bucky’s voice was smug, and his face to match.

“Morning, Hunky.” Your sister grinned, “Good job last night. We heard it across the whole damn house.”

Bucky clearly amused, he laughed out, “Did you now?”

You nearly groaned at the conversation, making your way now down the stairs. You had a couple of hours to ge away from him, and you sure as hell were going to take advantage.

“Meet back here in an hour and a half!” Your sister called out behind you, and you only waved a hand of hearing her.

You took the time to walk along the country side, which is what you did when you felt your life had been a mess - which by the way was often. You wanted to ignore it, you really did, but part of you wondered if you did have sex with him - how did it happen? was it any good? You felt your limbs nearly tingle at the thought, you couldn’t have sex with Bucky - you hardly knew him apart from the other avengers. Your mind somehow drifted back to him in the passing hour, making your walk seem almost pointless. You knew you had to do it, but you felt sick to the thought of returning. Once you neared the house once again, you saw Bucky emerge quickly out of the door. Unable to control your reaction, your mouth dropped to the sight of his now short hair. You stopped in your tracks, wondering why the hell he would do such a thing - and then you saw one of your cousins fumble out of the door.

“I was going for a trim- but I messed it up, so we cut it.” She looked to you in guilt, and Bucky only smiled softly to her.

“Its alright, needed a change.” He assured her, and you remembered how hard she had been working in beauty school.

Bucky was her guinea pig, but God if she only knew just how much it looked good on him. As if you needed another reason to get caught up staring.

Sighing heavily, you took your steps past the door - Bucky following soon after.

“Someone’s being coy.” Bucky whispered out, and you could still hear his smug attitude.

“We, did not. Have sex.” You turned to him, and his blue eyes nearly danced with taking too much joy in this.

“Right. That’s why I found a hickey above my-“

“Shut up, Barnes.” You threw your hand to his mouth, and you felt his grin beneath you fingers.

Silently cursing, you made your way outside again to he back porch onto the already set up dance floor for the wedding - you regretted it now, agreeing to help your sister and her fiancée in dance classes. But nonetheless you agreed long before you decided to come to this damn thing. Now you had to deal with the realization of dancing with Bucky, no matter what happened last night. The dance instructor made his way across the floor, already explaining the importance of the first dance of bride and groom. You winced again, feeling Bucky playfully tickle at your back.

“Cut it out.” You nearly hissed, moving slightly away from him.

He only continued in a grin, and you nearly hit him - until you saw another couple make their way outside. Feeling your chest tighten, there was your ex with his new blonde plaything. She was pretty, much prettier than you you thought. At the sight, you felt Bucky stop - only to pull you slowly to his side.

“Alright, so we’ll start off with some simple steps - pair off.” The man spoke in an accent you weren’t familiar with. The music clicked on, and you nearly scoffed to the music of Michael Buble.

You looked to Bucky, and it only took him seconds to pull you into the perfect frame.

“Oh, you tango too? Full of surprises.” You rolled your eyes, Bucky forcing you closer.

“I did the tango all night with you, sweetheart.“ His lips made it to your ear, sending vibrations at your skin.

“We did not-“ You choked out, already feeling it was an argument to be lost.

“Have sex. Right, I got it.” Bucky grinned, spinning your waist in a quick motion - your back now pressed to his chest.

“This isn’t what the man is saying to do-“ You swallowed out, feeling Bucky’s hands travel along your hips.

“I’m just replaying last night, Darlin.” Bucky chuckled at your ear, spinning you once again - you now noticed Eric’s lingering look to the two of you.

You felt Bucky’s hand turn your look, your eyes now meeting his. He kept your attention in a smile, and as much as you tried to fight it - you felt yourself becoming flush at the expression. Biting back a grin, you felt Bucky throw your arms to the air in unison. You couldn’t contain it much longer, feeling him dance skillfully along your hips and waist - his fingers trailing your arms to place them at his neck.

“Holy shit.”

You heard your sister behind you, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of confidence hit you - he knew exactly how to move you across the dance floor.

“You’re a troublemaker, you know that.” You spoke softly, your hands reaching the now short hair.

“Thinking about him?” Bucky whispered, and you couldn’t hold back your smile.

“Not really.” You shook your head, biting your lip the feeling of Bucky’s hands making their way to your backside.

You saw him grin, pulling your knee just slightly to the side of his waist, “And last night, were you thinking of him then?”

He dipped you, causing your laugh to hit you, “Not really.”

“See look at this my lovely couples, the chemistry is wonderful here. Good work.” The instructor made his way to the side of you and Bucky, and you were more thankful now than anything.

Bucky pulled you upwards again, and you felt your nose brush lightly to his - leaving hardly no room between the two of you. Once you felt the heat of his breath, you knew you were done for - he was quickly becoming something your curiosity got the best of, and the touch of his lips almost addictive. How you never noticed it before was beyond you, but seeing him in front of you now struck a chord you didnt know existed within you. But you couldn’t let yourself get attached, because it always ended. Pulling away, the thoughts hit your body now - letting it catch up with your actions. He looked in confusion, as he should, you pulled abruptly from the touch - as if he held you any longer you’d catch fire.

“We should probably head to breakfast-“ You felt your throat go dry, “Mom probably already has something set up.”

“She does, fruit bar.” Your sister grinned to you, her fiancée awkwardly stumbling the both of them in attempt to dance.

“I guess we should eat than.” Bucky sighed, his eyes traveling you - trying to configure what had changed.

You felt like it wasn’t reality, and you had never been a situation like it. Ever since this morning, and you assume last night - you now couldn’t even look at him. First you were angry, but after his hands had touched you - you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of them knowing their way around your skin. Every time you thought of it, you felt your cheeks grow hot - even your throat went dry. You weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing, you had never reacted to a man like this before. It was almost awkward, the almost touches - the small conversation the two of you had despite the chatter of the rest of your family. His eyes had never looked so blue, so alluring - and you hated it. You hadn’t realized just how incredibly piercing they could be, and you thought to yourself that if he asked you to do anything - one look and he would get anything he wanted from you. It didnt help that you couldn’t stress eat like you normally did properly, the variation of fruit did nothing for you.You were ready to make an exit, until your eyes met across the table to Eric and his woman you knew nothing about. It hurt like hell, but you thought you had concealed it pretty well. You saw their hands holding firmly at the table, the least he could’ve done was hold it beneath - but no that would be too kind. Bucky clearly took notice of your gaze, and you were surprised to feel his hand place to the back of your neck. Smiling softly, you knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers traced below your ear, as if he had done it a million times before. It caught Eric’s eye, his gaze following every movement of Bucky’s hand.

“So I was going to wait-“ Eric choked out, his eyes flickering away, “But there’s something I’ve been wanting to say.”

You adverted your eyes, dropping the fork that your hands held. You felt your heartbeat quicken, wondering if he was going to say something about you - about the two of you.

“Olivia.” Eric grinned to the blonde, and you felt your heart falter, “I had been planning to do this for a couple of months.”

You knitted your brow, and you could almost hear your breathing now - you noticed Bucky’s touch had now left. You could feel it now, the knife pressing into you back - the harsh feeling of sharp pain in your chest. Eric had gotten to his knee.

“Would you do me the honor-“

Before he could finish, you swallowed out - nearly bolting from your seat. You stood out of breath, unsure of what you had just done - and you saw the glare from your mother.

“Honey, sit down” She practically sneered, “You can’t just interrupt-“

“Like hell I can’t.” You blurted out, “He’s not even part of this family. Oh no excuse me, he almost was. This seems almost like a playback of when you decided to propose to me, Eric. Tell me - you recycle the ring?”

“Teddy-“ Your little sister now piped up, giving you the same look your mother had - her eyes wide with embarrassment.

“I said dont fucking call me that.” You nearly hissed out, anger now bursting at the seams. You hated that you felt it, but tears now fell unable to control the heartbreak that harbored.

“Language.” Your Mother yelled out, and you didnt stay around long enough to hear the rest of her rant.

Your feet took you quickly from the near poisoned environment, and you wished you hadn’t come to this damn thing. The wedding was nearing, but you didnt care - you wanted to go home, because this sure as hell wasn’t it.

You weren’t sure if the boat house was the best place to run to, but events of the day made your feet nearly bolt from the scene. It was likely to happen as soon as you placed yourself in the company or your family, but not it wasn’t just them. In the last hour, you managed to have your heartbroken and stomped on - and it was only in the afternoon. You didn’t care at the cold rain nearly causing you to shiver every five seconds, nor did you give a damn it might ruin your dress for pictures. You were almost content in the small shed, until you heard the footsteps behind you. As you suspected, you turned to see Bucky - his eyes were covered in concern. You took in the sight of him, still baffled that he had chopped off the long locks he once had. Now the short hair was drenched as you were, showing a surprising slight curl.

“Are you alright?” He spoke softly, as if you might blow at any second.

“Why do you care?” You sounded more snarky than you wanted to, but you couldn’t help it.

“I care.” Bucky sighed, his frame now walking to you.

“Whatever, Barnes.” You hated yourself for the sniffle that left you, but the cold rain had already gotten to you.

“I care.” He repeated, his eyes seemed much brighter than before - you hated that he looked so handsome.

“Stop that.” You blurted out, following his eyes looking over you.

“Stop what?” Bucky knitted his brow in confusion, his eyes placing to yours.

“Looking at me like that.” Your voice rose, “I know I look pathetic. But you don’t have to give me sympathy, Bucky. I don’t need it.”

“Christ. All I wanted to do was check on you.” Bucky nearly groaned in frustration, “Excuse me for showing you some concern.”

“You don’t have to.” You blurted out once again, “Its not like you need to care what happens to me.”

Bucky mocked out a laugh, shaking his head to you, “Youre right. I don’t need to. But for some goddamn reason I do. And I can’t fucking help myself.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, turning away from him.

He only followed, and his eyes met you again.

“You’re stubborn, and a pain in my ass-” Bucky took a deep breath, “But you know what? I hate that asshole for doing that to you. In front of your family. In all honesty? When he had his eyes on you last night, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking breathe because I was just as scared as you were.”

You swallowed harshly, your eyes meeting the now unreadable expression on Bucky’s features.

“It is killing me, seeing you flaunt yourself in your little dresses-” He choked out, quickly deciding he wanted something else to say, “You think I don’t care? Why the hell do you think I agreed to come in the first place? I didn’t do it because I thought it would be fun to go to London. I did it because you asked. You.”

You swallowed again, you felt your heartbeat beginning to quicken at his words. You took him in again, and without thinking about it - your lips met his. He was cold from the rain, but nonetheless soft. You knew you shouldn’t have done it, but all these things he was saying to you - you couldn’t help yourself. It was as if he had been expecting it, his hands moving to grip to your soaked clothing. Instantly feeling the soft touch of his warm tongue, you felt your skin prickle to give him access to control your every movement. It was in this moment you realized it, this kiss was much different than the ones you shared before. It wasn’t out of argument, Or eyes watching the two of you in anticipation. It was him, his touch getting to know you - memorize you.

And that was the most dangerous kind of kiss. It only deepened in the heat of the moment, but it was no where near rushed. The taste he held at his mouth was just what you needed, the feeling of the two of you getting lost with each touch made your mind begin to drift far from everything that had gone on today. Taking a gasp for breath, you pulled away to see the blue eyes you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.

“Let me help you.” Bucky near whispered, and you felt the heat of his breath to you - sending a tingling sensation damn near to your feet.

You smiled only for a moment, still feeling the soreness of your tears, “And how do you plan on doing that?”

He only let out a soft laugh, his eyes traveling across yours - you felt the presence of his cold hand to your jaw, tracing along the skin. The touch was beyond gentle, and you told yourself that it was the best feeling in the world. No one had ever been so captured by you, yet here he was looking at you the way he was - he knew what he wanted.

“Hop up.” He smirked, his hands wrapping to the small of your back.

You knitted your brow, “What?”

“I won’t let you go.” Bucky smiled, his lips meeting you again. The touch was still soft, his lips now going much slower to memorize the taste that lingered between the two of you. You moved up slowly, and as promised - his hands held you with ease, and you noticed he carried you into the air. You felt the nudge of a surface now to your back, and you began to feel lightheaded from the breathing now leaving you. You pulled away this time, seeing his blue eyes opening slowly - his lips were slightly wet, almost red.

“What are we doing?” You whispered out, searching his expression for an answer.

You felt yourself being placed to the nearest counter in the shed, and you looked only for a moment to see the boat house door still open.

“Im helping you-“ Bucky smiled, his hands reaching the buttons of his shirt, “I’m helping you forget.”

You swallowed, beginning to see the slightest view of his bare chest, “Forget what?”

“What he did to you, He doesn’t deserve you.” Bucky smiled softly again, now taking the shirt to the floor.

You took it in, feeling your heart thud violently to your chest. He looked good, and you knew that this could end badly - but you wanted him.

“That so?” You bit your lip, watching his hands move to his belt.

“Am I going to be the only one, doll?” Bucky laughed softly, nodding to your shirt.

You could only chuckle, placing your hands to the hem of your dress. You couldn’t believe it - but you were now taking your clothes off in the damn boat house. Bucky grinned to you before moving his lips back to your skin, You swallowed out suddenly feeling his lips now to the sensitive spot just below your ear. You swore in that moment your lungs had given out, his metal hand holding the side of your neck gently to give him just the right access. You couldn’t help the small sound that escaped you, now feeling the contact of his abdomen hit to your waist. You wondered if the surface was sturdy enough, only for Bucky to test it out for himself. His hands moved you slowly to lay to the wood beneath you, and you watched in anticipation when his hands touched the laced outline of your panties - self consciousness now rippling through you, out of habit you placed your hands above the fabric. Bucky stopped, looking to you in a mixture of concern and confusion.

“Do you not want to do this?” He spoke softly, assuring you with the touch of his fingers that it was going to be okay.

You bit at your lip, the nervousness made you wonder if you should tell him.

“Its just-“ You choked out, swallowing your words, “Ive never had, a guy-“

You struggled, feeling the embarrassment rise within you - you had never had a man go below the belt unless it was the run of the mill sex.

“You’ve never had a man downstairs.” Bucky nearly laughed, you and shifted under his touch - he quickly stopped, seeing that you were clearly embarrassed.

“Its just- Eric.” You sighed out, blinking away from Bucky’s eyes, “He always saw it as-…inconvenient.”

Bucky changed his expression now to astonishment, “Are you joking?”

“Come on, No.” You shifted again, about to move upwards again - the moment now passing.

“Whoa, hey.” Bucky stopped you, bringing your back gently to the surface again, “Trust me, he’s no man. he’s a goddamn idiot.”

You half smiled, hearing Bucky’s encouragement.

“Do you want me to?” He spoke much quieter, his hands tracing soft circles just above the fabric. You had always wondered what it felt like, so you only nodded slowly to him. His mouth turned to a grin, and you closed your eyes to the feeling of him finally pulling away the fabric. You winced lightly, the cold air hitting directly in between your legs. You felt the new sensation of the lips you had just been kissing moments ago, and you sighed at the touch. His lips pressed softly to the skin of your hips, moving slowly to make his mark - his hands never letting you go. You only did what you thought was appropriate, your hands reaching to the soft wet strands of hair below you. Clearly he enjoyed it, causing confidence to rise in you - he hummed softly, now moving to the other side. You swallowed out, feeling the need for his mouth to go just a little further grow with every touch. It felt like eternity, his lips tracing along your waist - his hands ghosting over the top of your thighs, caressing the soft circles of encouragement every so often. You sighed out much more audibly for the second time, feeling the sensation of his breath to your core - and you knew you weren’t going to last long if you were already melting to the feeling. When he finally pressed his lips, you felt your hips move upwards - and your eyes shot open. It was unexplainable, and your sounds were damn near incoherent - his lips wrapped around the sensitive area, his tongue moving down every few seconds to slowly move for a taste. It hurt, but your head hit the surface now - and you couldn’t help but shift every few seconds. You saw your chest move quickly, and you realized now that your hands had tugged much more harder than before. In a moment of weakness, the soft moan escaping, you looked down to where his head was placed - directly between your legs. As if he knew, his eyes flickered to meet you - fluttering closed as if he was enjoying it much more than you did, if that was even possible. You nearly whimpered, feeling the low humming vibration hit you - and with the last touch of his tongue, you felt yourself beginning to coil. His hands moved quickly, holding you still in place to get the last of everything you had - and it erupted across your skin, rippling into an orgasm you weren’t familiar with. Once it had settled, you found yourself breathing yourself back to the surface below you.

“H-holy shit.” You breathed out, opening your eyes once again.

Bucky pulled away, and you saw the slight aftermath to his lips. You swallowed out, watching him lick his lips to taste.

“You taste sweet.” He teased, and you felt your cheeks grow hot.

“I just-“ You shook your head in a unrelenting grin, “That was amazing.”

“For me too.” Bucky moved to hover over you, and you saw exactly how it affected him. You bit your lip at the sight, now seeing him stand to attention from pleasuring you.

“I can see that.” You teased back, causing him to laugh in his quick kiss to you.

You took him in again, his eyes trailing across your features - falling to your lips, and back to your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered out, his fingers now trailing to your lips, “So soft.”

“You too.” You smirked, matching his touch to his jaw.

Bucky laughed out, nodding to his metal arm, “Not all of me.”

“You’re joking right?” You grinned widely, running your hands across the metal, “I love this.”

“You do?” Bucky knitted his brow, watching your hands trail the metal.

“Of course I do.” You smiled, pulling the back of his neck now to another kiss.

He smiled down to you, and you saw his eyes move along your skin again. He waited only a moment, his lips trailing at your jaw along the way to the spot at your ear. You took the signal, positioning yourself just to give him access. Your hands moved to the back of his shoulders, and you sighed out to the feeling of the muscles beginning to move. You felt the low hum again, this time at your ear - and you swore it was your own piece of heaven. His hands trailed to the back of your knee, and he began to move enough to position. Once your hand had reached the now short hair, you tapped lightly to give him the go ahead. It was slow, as if he was trying not to break you - but god no man had ever felt as good as he did. He moved until he was completely inside you, leaving no more emptiness left - you felt the air in your lungs give out, and he waited until you felt adjusted to his size. Soon the incredible fullness now replaced with the feeling of needing him to move. You tapped him lightly again, pressing your lips at where metal met skin. The thrusts were still slow, and your body appreciated it - until you felt it. He hit the spot you had been aching for, and you nearly cried out - your hands gripping to whatever they could find.

“Bucky-“ You choked out, your head falling back to the surface again.

You weren’t expecting it, but his eyes were staying on you - completely open and taken back at the sight of you below him. You couldn’t help it, but his name now repeated as some kind of mantra between the incoherent noise his thrusts were giving you. He took notice of the need, his pace quickening - the surface now jarring with each thrust to the floor. You had captured it in your mind, watching his lips slightly part - his eyes closing to focus himself on getting you to the point you needed. It didnt take long, and you hated yourself for the harsh action of your nails to the skin of his back - but Bucky only groaned out, telling you without words it felt good. Your body jolted upwards, feeling the second high washing over you - you sighed out in a moan again, and his lips now hovered at your ear. As he promised, his hands never left your back - holding you until the very last moment. He quickly followed, removing himself at just the right point to still above you. You fell back, hearing the echoing ragged breathing of the two of you. You heard the soft patter of the rain now in the background, which only made your body relax below him. You opened your eyes again, seeing Bucky smiling above you.

“You look incredible when you unhinge like that.” He breathed out, his hand reaching your jaw.

“So do you.” You laughed lightly, running your hands along his bare chest.

“I hope they heard.” Bucky winked, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Well i’m sure they heard you.” You teased out, poking softly above his waist.

“I dont care, as long as they at least heard- Bucky.” He nearly mocked what you had been saying over and over just moments ago, and you hit him playfully.

“Thank you.” You whispered finally, your hands finding his chest again.

“Are you okay-“ Bucky looked to you in concern, “I wasn’t too-“

“You were perfect.” You smiled, finally leaning your body upwards - his body following you.

“I have a feeling this trip got a lot more fun, darlin.” Bucky grinned widely, “I say we give them hell.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” You raised a brow, beginning to look for your dress.

Bucky leaned down, picking up his clothing as you did.

“I have a few ideas.” He grinned, beginning to dress.

“Im in.” You bit back your grin, “Thank you, again.”

Bucky sighed out, buttoning his jeans - he moved to you. It wasn’t a response - his lips finding you again. It was more like a statement, and just as you suspected - he was soft in his touch.

“Anything for you.” His lips moved just enough to speak, and you felt a new flutter in your chest.

But something struck you as you watched him move away in a smile, you thought back to Eric - you had been down this road before.

Nice, and charming.

But it wasn’t going to be long before it was going to be ripped from you, which is when you realized as you watched Bucky dress once again - how could you bare getting your heartbroken..by him?

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smokeybrand · 4 years

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Quinceanero

Boy, my brother is a terrible roommate. Absolutely the worst! Kid is selfish, childish, disgusting, and a miser of coin. It’s like pulling eye teeth to get him to pay his share. An that’s all anyone ever asks from him; His share. Like, n*gga you’re going to be thirty next year. Is this dance really the tango you want to commit with for the rest of your life? The only reason you get away with the sh*t that you do, here, is because we share this spot with our ma and she’s soft. The day you lost your job last year, you’d have been put on notice. The day your white b*tch threw that rock at our mom, you’d have been gone. The day i found out you stole my food for the first time, you’d have been gone. The day you first sneaked the carpet pissing whore into my house after i specifically stipulated you could only stay with me as long as that disgusting hoe never crosses the threshold of my home, you’d have been gone. There’s no way i’d live with this motherf*cker on my own, ever.

I literally chose not to shack up with this asshole when we all went out separate ways. This behavior is not new. It’s his modus operandi. He takes, and takes, and takes, all the while pretending to be the victim of sabotage, but only by those closest to him. Like, our ma, his twin, and myself have been holding this kid back his entire life, in his eyes. Even though he’s the one who decided to blow his student loan money on bullsh*t and partying instead of using it to get in community college and out with a degree. Even though he’s the one who decided to drop out of college with a single class left to get his Associates because of said accrued bullsh*t and partying so they wouldn’t give him anymore loan money. Even though he’s the one who refuses to get a proper, 9 to 5 job, completely with regular salary, vacation time, sick leave, and real medical insurance, and will die on that bar tending/waiter cross he climbed on a decade ago because he’s terrified of being an adult but claims “he can’t work in a cubicle.” You’d be surprised what you can do when faced with starvation and homelessness.

Every noise complaint we have ever gotten? His fault. Every time the cops were called here? His fault. Every ounce of bullsh*t drama we’ve ever had to deal with in this space? His fault. My ma swear she hates this place but that’s not true. My ma hates living with my brother but doesn’t want to say that sh*t out loud because it might hurt his feelings. Man, f*ck that and f*ck him! He’d never extend that same courtesy. He’s never think of your feelings, at all, let alone before his own. My brother is the worst person i know, ever sine or dad died and our sh*tty uncle found himself looking down that mortality gun and did the old’ “gotta get into heaven” two-step. Speaking of mortality, i told my brother a long time ago that, when our ma passes, he’d better have his sh*t together because he’s not just going to live with me. This motherf*cker got offended. Like, he’s legit hurt. I had to explain that, letting him stay with me will be taking away from my family; From my wife and kids. We went through that with our ma and her brothers when we were kids. He knows what that does to families and finances. He knows what that sh*t did to US. AND HE STILL GOT OFFENDED BY MY DENIAL! Motherf*cker is of the mind that, because he’s my baby brother and was in my life first, he takes precedence over my wife and hypothetical children. That’s his head space. That’s how he approaches life. Me first and that’s all.

That’s why all of this is so goddamn ridiculous to me. I wouldn’t even be mad about his sh*tty attitude and poor life choices as long as they didn’t directly effect me. I’m wildly selfish, man. i don’t care what your space looks like or who you bring home as long as the bullsh*t doesn’t spill over into my life. Like, be as sh*tty as you want to be but have the courtesy to corral that sh*t in your own goddamn area. Nope! His problems are everyone’s problems because he’s a f*cking asshole. This motherf*cker is turning thirty-years-old next year. That sh*t blows my mind, man. How are you still the way you are, at f*cking thirty? How have you not matured passed fifteen, in fifteen f*cking years, man? Boggles the goddamn mind.

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chungledown-bimothy · 5 years

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Music and the Mirror (and the chance to dance with you)

Hey look! I actually finished something! :D

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Summary: It had been five years, and Virgil was finally ready to dance again. The last thing he expected was Roman and that goddamn tongue piercing.

Warnings: some swearing, sympathetic deceit, accidental misgendering, dysphoria. lmk if i missed anything!

Pairing(s): prinxiety, background remceit and logicality

Word Count: 4,739

Tag List: @ren-allen @ccecode @emo-sanders-sides-loving-unicorn @ilovemygaydad @bloodropsblog @funsizedgremlin @raygelkitty @roxiefox23 @thomasthesandersengine

If I don't do this now, I never will, and I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Virgil took a deep breath, staring at the cursor blinking in the empty search bar. After a few minutes and a significant amount of emotional effort, he searched for 'adult dance classes'. Almost immediately, the screen was full of dance studios offering classes, and he had to breathe through the knot of anxiety that formed from the sheer number of options. He scrolled past ballet (I couldn't do ballet back when I was in shape), hip hop (I'm not nearly confident enough for that), and tango (No way I'm getting that close to a stranger), but none of them felt right. It had been so long; if he made the wrong choice, it would destroy what little confidence he had, potentially stopping him from ever dancing again. That's a bit dramatic, the small, logical part of his brain insisted. Dancing is part of you; it's in your blood. You could never give it up forever. You're here now, after everything that happened. That voice, however, was drowned out by his anxiety. Until he saw it.

Beginner West Coast Swing! No experience or partner needed. 8-9pm Tuesdays. $18 drop-in, $45 all 3 weeks.

West Coast Swing. Perfect. Upbeat and energetic, but not too technically demanding at first, and half the fun is in the tension held in the space between partners. And it starts tomorrow, so there's no time to chicken out. He followed the website's registration process, signing up for all four weeks. It's only four hours over the course of the month, he figured. Even if it went horribly, he'd gotten through worse.

After registering, he quickly shut his laptop and went to dig out his old dance shoes. Hopefully they still fit; a lot has changed over the last five years. They did, just barely.

Tuesday

Virgil walked into the studio at 7:55, his heart pounding. Immediately, he was greeted by a very tall man, likely in his early thirties, with a clipboard in one hand.

"Hello, and welcome! I am Logan Sanders; I own the studio. Are you here for west coast swing?" Logan stuck his hand out.

"Uh, hi, nice to meet you. My name's Virgil." Virgil shook his hand. "Yeah, I registered online yesterday." Logan checked the clipboard, and looked back up at Virgil.

"Wonderful, I have you right here. Follow me, your class is going to be held in the Blue Room." Virgil followed him through a huge room with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and through a door off to the side. Silently, he thanked whatever deities that might be listening that the class wasn't in that room and prayed that the Blue Room would have fewer mirrors. Fortunately, it only had a few mirrors on the far wall; it was clear that they would rarely, if ever, use them. "Alright, here we are. Have fun, and please do not hesitate to let me know if there are any issues." Logan gave him a small smile and adjusted his glasses before practically gliding out of the room. That man did decades of ballet; I'd bet my life on it.

Virgil slunk around the fifteen or so people who were milling about on the dance floor waiting for the class to start. Once he got to a bench in the corner, he changed into his dance shoes and reluctantly took off his hoodie. Instead of joining his classmates on the floor; he took this opportunity to observe them. They were largely what he expected, most of them looked to be between twenty-five and thirty, with the exceptions of himself, at twenty-two, and a couple who were probably around sixty.

"Good evening! My name is Patton Sanders, and I'm your west coast swing teacher! Alright, let's line up; leads to my left, and follows to my right."

Virgil froze. He hadn't considered if he'd rather lead or follow. He felt the teacher's eyes on him, however, and had to make a decision. Something in his gut told him to follow, so he fell in line to Patton's right. He immediately noticed that there were more follows than leads, and briefly chastised himself for choosing wrong. Fortunately, Patton's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I see a bunch of familiar faces tonight; thank you so much for coming back! Your focus this month should be on moving beyond the basics. Focus on your posture, your technique, and your styling." Patton looked at all of his students, giving them all a blinding smile. "New students, thank you for joining us! West Coast Swing is incredibly unique. Unlike most other ballroom dances, what really matters is the energy and elasticity between partners, and each partner is given far more independence than in other styles. But listen to me, getting ahead of myself," Patton giggled. "None of that matters if you don't know how to move your feet! Okay, let's start with the leads." Patton walked them through the basic step, giving Virgil a chance to assess his future partners. The dance snob he used to be scoffed; he was not impressed with anything that he was seeing, but some of them seemed to have potential. Reminding himself that he won't be good at this at first either, he focused on the leads' basic step and constructing the most likely follows' counterpart.

"Fantastic, now ladies, your basic is very similar," Virgil flinched. In the excitement of starting to dance again, he'd forgotten about his wide hips, and he didn't have a binder in the right size to exercise without potentially causing a lot of damage. Just dance, Virgil. Remember how it all fades away. Focus on the steps, so you can build a foundation strong enough that you will be able to leave everything but the music behind. Virgil did just that, quickly picking up the step.

"Awesome! Okay, let's partner up; I'll put on the music and come dance with y'all who don't have partners." Virgil was one of the two follows without a partner, and he stifled a laugh when "Madness" by Muse started playing through the speakers. It probably does seem kind of mad, doing this alone. Patton called out "5, 6, 7, 8!" and they all started moving. Virgil did his best alone, but it wasn't long until Patton took his hand and started leading. Virgil only then realized that his posture had been terrible. He straightened up and looked Patton in the eye, and he thought he saw approval there. They danced for a little bit longer before Patton gave him a thumbs-up and went to turn off the music.

"That looked really great, you guys. That's officially all the time we have, but I'll put some music on for a bit longer if any of you want to hang around and keep dancing!" Virgil wanted to stay for a while longer. It felt so good to be dancing again, to feel that powerful and confident, but he saw himself in the mirror and practically ran to put his hoodie back on and change his shoes so he could leave. When he got to the door, he hesitated and looked back, but he quickly turned back around and went home, deciding to not risk getting misgendered again and ruining his post-dance elation.

The next week, Virgil approached Patton after class, heart hammering in his chest.

"Uh, Patton? Can we talk for a minute?"

"Of course! Virgil, right? What's up?"

Virgil looked down, afraid of what he might see in his teacher's eyes. "My pronouns are he/him. I know I don't look it, but…." Virgil hesitated, not sure how to finish the thought, "yeah. He/him."

"Oh, my! Thanks for letting me know! I won't misgender you again." Surprised, Virgil looked up to see a smile on Patton's face. "By the way, what's your dance history, if you don't mind me asking? You clearly have a whole bunch." Virgil hoped his blush wasn't as strong as it felt.

"Um, it was pretty much all in high school. Dance classes for PE credit, danced in all of the musicals, and I took some jazz classes outside of school. Haven't danced since graduating, though." Clearly Patton read between the lines; his face softened, but it was with understanding, not pity, as Virgil had feared.

"Well, whatever happened back then, welcome back. You've got a lot of talent, and I'm excited to see where it takes you, if you choose to stick with it. See you next week, kiddo!" Virgil thanked him and left, head held high.

The following class passed without incident. Virgil learned and grew as a dancer immensely, and, when given the opportunity, he signed up for the next cycle, excited to learn more. Nothing could have prepared him for that next class.

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The class started completely normally. Virgil arrived, put on his new dance shoes, and waited for Patton to start the class. He was so wrapped up in mentally reviewing the patterns from the previous weeks, he didn't notice that there were new students until Patton had them partner up and someone took his hand.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Virgil Raine is very, very gay. He had had his fair share of Gay Panic moments, but none of them compared to what happened in Virgil's head when he made eye contact with the stranger holding his hand. He was shorter than Virgil, with curly black hair and eyes like brown enstatite that sparkled with confidence.

The stranger gave him a blinding smile. "Pleasure to meet you; I'm Roman."

"V- Virgil." He was amazed that his voice worked, and he thanked every deity he could think of that Patton cut him off, giving the class a pattern and counting them off.

Virgil stood tall, more confident in his abilities to dance than to talk to Roman, and then they started moving. Virgil's biggest struggle in west coast swing was the concept of connection, of creating and maintaining the elasticity that is a fundamental part of the dance. With Roman, however, the connection was instant and perfect. As Roman led him through a left-side pass into a whip, he felt alive in ways he hadn't in years, especially since Patton hadn't said anything about doing a whip. He knew it was cliche as hell, but he could have sworn that the rest of the world stopped existing- for those short minutes, all that existed was him, Roman, and the music.

All too soon, however, the music stopped, and the spell was broken. Virgil stepped back, painfully aware of how much he was blushing.

"Looking good, y'all! Leads, rotate, and let's do it again!"

Roman winked. "Thanks for the dance, stormcloud," he said before turning and walking down the line, not giving Virgil a chance to respond. Stunned, Virgil took his new partner's hand and went through the pattern by rote, too distracted to pay attention to connection or styling.

The rest of the class passed in a similar fashion- Virgil trying to keep his cool and not look at Roman too much. They were partnered once more before class ended. Neither of them said anything, but the connection and energy was even more intense, if anything, and Roman's flamboyant styling left Virgil reeling. As soon as class ended, he put his headphones on, turned his music up, changed his shoes, and left. He felt a pair of eyes on him as he left the studio. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted that feeling to be correct.

Once he was safely out of the building, he texted his best friend, Declan.

[Emo]: askfkaldjsl there's a really cute guy in my west coast swing class, and he can Dance. By far the best dancer in the class who isn't the teacher. Extra as hell, based on two interactions. I'm literally too gay to function help

[Snek]: Gay panic is so pure

[Snek]: Fuck YEAH dude

[Emo]: Helpful as always, D.

[Snek]: You know I just call it like it is. So are you gonna make a move, or just write another fanfic that basically is just a self-insert about what could have been if you weren't a coward?

[Emo]: Hey, I only did that ONCE, and I didn't even finish it, let alone post it.

[Snek]: *raises an eyebrow* are you sure about that?

[Emo]: Okay, twice, and yeah I posted that second one. But it wasn't even really a fic, just a list of ideas that developed something like a plot.

[Snek]: So….? What are you gonna do about this unnamed hottie?

[Emo]: Play it by ear. Two more weeks of class gives me two more weeks to gather information.

[Snek]: No comment on not knowing his name?

[Emo]: Damn i was hoping that'd slide by. It's Roman.

[Snek]: Good strong name. Maybe I'll show up and take a shot at him

[Emo]: *hiss* Fuck off he's mine. Besides, you have someone. Someone you still refUSE TO TELL ME ABOUT, BITCH

[Snek]: Love you too <3

Virgil closed his phone and drove home, in desperate need of a shower and a good night's sleep.

Virgil walked into the studio, head low with his hood up and headphones playing louder than was safe for him or the electronics, but he didn't care. What mattered was quieting the voice in his head that had been saying 'Why would he look twice at you? You're a mediocre dancer at best, and you know he's misgendering you in his head. You know from experience how few people want to date trans guys. Wrong parts for gay guys, wrong gender for straight guys. Putting yourself out there would be a disaster' for the last week. I'm here to dance, he reminded himself, not to flirt.

He quickly got to the Blue Room and changed his shoes, not bothering to take off his hoodie or headphones until the last possible minute- nothing calmed his nerves like Gerard Way not being okay either. When the time came, he reluctantly shed his armor and took his place in the line of follows.

Class began as normal; a brief review of previous lessons and a few warm-up patterns. Virgil kept his attention on Patton or his current partner. While this strategy kept his eyes and mind (mostly) off of Roman, it meant that he was entirely unprepared when it was their turn to dance together.

"Virgil, right?" Roman asked, eyes still infuriatingly bright.

"Yep. What's up, Roman?" Virgil smirked, surprising even himself. Patton counted them off, but that didn't stop Roman from responding as they went through the series.

"Ah, you can speak! I'm doing fabulously. And you?"

"Fine. Just trying to learn, princey." To Virgil's surprise, Roman was silent for the rest of the dance, and didn't say anything before moving to his next partner, either. Shit. Good job, Virgil. Why did you even call him that? Figuring there wasn't really anything he could do about it, Virgil tried to put it out of his mind and keep focusing on Patton's lesson.

As in the previous class, he danced with Roman one more time, right at the end. The pattern was complex, and the music was fast, so there wasn't any opportunity to talk until after the music stopped and Patton dismissed the class.

"Thanks for the dances, Roman. You're a great dancer." He turned to leave, not wanting to stick around for small talk.

"Wait, Virgil!" He turned around to see a look on Roman's face that he couldn't quite figure out. "Why'd you call me 'princey'? How did you know?"

Virgil furrowed his brow, confused. "Know what? Dunno where the nickname came from, you just kinda carry yourself like you think you're royalty or something."

"You really didn't know that my last name is Prince?" Roman looked up at him, incredulous.

"I swear I didn't. While we're on the topic of nicknames, why did you call me 'stormcloud' last week?" Virgil was surprised to see Roman look down and fidget with the hem of his shirt.

"Your hoodie. It has that purple stormcloud on it. And your energy isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows."

Virgil chucked. "I didn't think you were that observant. See you next week, princey." Virgil smirked.

"Looking forward to it," Roman responded. Well, Virgil thought that's what he said. His brain short-circuited when Roman said 'looking' and revealed a silver stud in the middle of his tongue.

Completely unable to speak, Virgil turned and hurried to his stuff, shoving his headphones in his ears and changing his shoes as fast as possible. He didn't even take the time to put his hoodie back on before practically running out of the studio to his car.

[Emo]: 911 HE HAS A FUCKING TONGUE PIERCING I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS INTO THAT

[Snek]: Who, roman? Oh shit. I distinctly remember you telling me once that you definitely *aren't* into tongue piercings. Damn you are SO WHIPPED. This guy must be a fuckin Adonis

[Emo]: I'm not whipped. He just really is that hot. And sassy. And observant. And funny.

[Snek]: …

[Emo]: ah, fuck. I really am whipped. But I think it might not be one-sided. You know how terrible I am at flirting?

[Snek]: Whatever could you possibly mean? Being a sarcastic ass is peak flirting. *Everyone* knows that.

[Emo]: No need to be a bitch about it. Anyway, I unintentionally did a whole bunch of it, and he gave it right back. Maybe even better than I did?

[Snek]: Boy that's your fuckin soulmate. If you really pulled a You as a first conversation and didn't scare him off, hold the fuck on to him

[Emo]: you know I hate it when you do that. And yeah, I don't plan on letting him go. Next week is the last week of the class. I'll ask him out after. That way, if he rejects me, we never see each other again. No harm, no foul.

[Snek]: Solid plan. I gotta go- date night. Talk later?

[Emo]: You gotta tell me who this mystery person is. It's been *months*, and I still don't know anything about them.

[Snek]: About whomst? Significant other? I don't know her.

Rolling his eyes at his enigmatic friend, Virgil drove home.

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The next week, unlike previous weeks, he walked into the studio, head held high, not wearing headphones. He had a plan and the confidence of a man with nothing to lose.

Virgil danced through the class better than he ever had before. As usual, he was partnered with Roman a few times, but aside from a brief greeting, neither of them said anything, but Virgil thought he felt a silent conversation between them as they danced- a meeting of two souls consumed by a love of dance.

Before he knew it, class was over. He took a moment to collect his thoughts under the guise of changing his shoes before looking around to find Roman. When he did, his heart stopped. Roman was in the middle of the dance floor, gliding effortlessly through what appeared to be an argentine tango. His partner was about Virgil's height, with sharp, high cheekbones and a flawless jawline. He couldn't see their eyes; they were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. What really made Virgil's stomach knot was the fact that their styling was likely in violation of public indecency laws- the two of them clearly knew each other intimately. Blinking away tears, Virgil grabbed his things and ran to his car. He went to text Declan and saw that he already had a message from him.

[Snek]: So how'd it go, loverboy? When's the date?

[Emo]: There won't be a date. He's with someone. A gorgeous someone. I didn't know an argentine tango could look *that* much like sex on the dance floor.

[Snek]: Oh shit, Virge, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks, and I will totally kill him for you.

[Emo]: thanks, but no. I can't fucking breathe, D. Why the fuck do I always do this? Why can't I feel things a normal amount? Why do I let my heart run away like this?

[Snek]: I could give you a smartass answer about your childhood traumas, but the bottom line is that it's because you are a deeply good and caring person. The fact that you choose to see the best in people despite everything you've been through is incredible, Virgil. Now, get your cute butt home. I'll meet you there with ice cream, and we're gonna watch Nightmare Before Christmas and talk it out, okay?

[Emo]: Give me half an hour to get home and showered. Love you <3

Ten minutes later, Virgil unlocked his front door and turned on the light.

"Well helloooo, Virgil," a familiar voice drawled.

Virgil let out a scream that neither man knew he was capable of. "Declan you sack of shit I'm going to fucking murder you. My internal organs have had enough stress today, thank you very fucking much. I said half an hour."

"I know you did, but I also know you. Right now, you're spiraling into self-loathing, and the easiest outlet for that is dysphoria. I would be a terrible friend if I let you suffer through that alone."

"I thought we agreed that you weren't gonna psychoanalyze me." Virgil cocked an eyebrow, his heart rate returning to almost normal. "Are you offering to shower with me?"

"It's not psychoanalysis. It's just knowing my best friend and his self-destructive tendencies. And no, I'm not. I'm just here for emotional support. We both know that that smart brain of yours likes to tell you all sorts of lies, and-"

"And you're a human polygraph. I got it. Thanks, Dec. I'll be back out as soon as possible. Make yourself at home- you know where everything is." Virgil turned and walked towards the bathroom.

"Easy on the hair product- it your hair is full of goop, it'll fuck my eczema up, so I won't cuddle you!" Declan called out after him. Virgil flipped him off, but they both knew that he would not only eschew hair products but also use the eczema-friendly body wash they both pretended he hadn't bought just so they could cuddle more comfortably for Declan.

Fifteen minutes later, Virgil returned to the living room. He expected Declan to make him talk through the storm that was going on in his head, but instead they watched movies and joked around all night. The only talk of dancing that night was Virgil confirming that he would not give it up for anything, let alone some guy, no matter how cute.

Virgil had been so wrapped up in thoughts of Roman, he missed why the following week's class was a one-day workshop instead of a new cycle, but he figured it didn't really matter. He was there to dance, logistical semantics be damned.

His resolution to stick with the classes no matter what was immediately tested when he entered the ballroom and saw Roman on the floor dancing with the same man from the previous week. At least it's west coast swing this time, Virgil mused as he changed his shoes and tried not to stare. Fortunately, it wasn't long before Patton started the class.

Unfortunately, it also wasn't long before Virgil and Roman were partners.

"Hello again, stormcloud!" Roman said as he began leading Virgil through the pattern.

Virgil nodded curtly. "Roman."

"What's with the attitude, Edgar Allen Woe?" Virgil told himself he was imagining the hurt in Roman's voice.

"We're here to dance, not chit-chat." Roman tried to lead Virgil through a turn, but he tripped over his own feet. Because Virgil was in the middle of that turn, he was thrown off balance as well. In an instant, both men were on the floor, Roman on top of Virgil.

"Well hello there," Roman laughed.

"Get. Off. Now." Virgil shoved Roman off of him and scrambled back to his feet, praying that his blush wasn't as scarlet as it felt. The blush was, of course, completely from the embarrassment of falling in front of the class and had nothing to do with being underneath Roman.

Patton, fully aware of the tension between the two dancers as well as Virgil's shyness, quickly grabbed the class' attention and moved on with the lesson. Patton showed mercy on Virgil and prolonged the time between partner rotations to keep him from having to dance with Roman again. I hope those kiddos work out whatever's going on between them, but they can't do it during my class time.

For the rest of the hour, Virgil kept his head down unless absolutely necessary and tried to learn as much as possible, but he just couldn't focus. Remembering how close Roman was with flecks of gold in his eyes and clearly as muscular as Virgil had imagined had him grateful for the first and only time that he wasn't assigned male at birth- the situation would have been far more awkward than it already was if there was even the slightest possibility of a boner to deal with.

Eventually, the class ended, and Virgil hurried out of the studio as per usual. This time, however, he was followed. He was barely out of the studio when Roman called after him.

"Virgil! Wait! Please!"

Virgil turned to face him, anxiety about this conversation manifesting in anger. "What do you want, Roman?"

"A date with you." Roman's shoulders dropped, and he suddenly seemed very interested in his shoes.

"W- what?" Roman stood tall and looked Virgil in the eye.

"Will you go out with me? I know you felt what I did when we danced. Before tonight, I mean. Please, go out with me, let's give that energy a shot off of the dance floor." Virgil's eyes flashed with hope, want, and caution.

"What about your boyfriend?" Virgil spat.

"What are you talking about? What boyfriend?"

"I'm not an idiot, Roman. Tall, sunglasses, dances with you with a chemistry I've never seen before? WHAT?" Virgil snapped, when Roman started laughing.

"That, Virgil, is Remy. My best friend. My best friend who agreed to pick me up last time and come with me today to help me show off for you. We've been dancing together since we were eight; of course we have damn good chemistry. But that connection is nothing to what I felt when we danced that first time. We have something special, Virgil. Please, tell me you felt it too." Virgil stepped forward, closing the gap between them.

"I- I'm not good with words," he whispered, gently tilting Roman's head up and leaning down so that their lips were almost touching. "Yes, I felt it too." Virgil searched his face, looking for discomfort. "Can I kiss you, Roman?"

Instead of responding, Roman lifted onto the balls of his feet and pressed his lips to Virgil's. After a split second of shock, Virgil deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Roman's torso and lifted him to his height. He quickly put him down, however, when they heard a wolf-whistle and a "WHOOP!".

Embarrassed, Virgil and Roman looked to see Remy and Declan standing at the door of the studio, smiling and laughing.

"I told you not to sweat it, girl. I couldn't tell you how bad my boy has it for yours, because he made me promise not to tell anyone, but look at that." Remy winked at Declan.

"Yes, and this totally wouldn't have been easier if we just told them how the other felt, like I definitely didn't suggest weeks ago." Declan rolled his eyes.

Virgil looked at the two of them suspiciously. "You two know each other?"

"Obviously, babe. Who do you think D's been seeing all these months?"

Virgil turned to Roman. "Did you know about this?"

"I mean, I knew Remy was seeing Declan, but I had no idea he was your friend. You know what this means though, right?"

"What does it mean?" Virgil asked, apprehensive.

"The most epic double dates of all time!" Roman punctuated his proclamation with a flourish. Virgil, Declan, and Remy all let out a groan.

The four men swapped numbers as needed and parted ways with promises to see each other again soon.

#sanders sides #prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides fan fic #dancer au #patton sanders #logan sanders #remy sanders #deceit sanders #deceit #my writing

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love and other disasters (2006) sentence starters. below the cut, you’ll find a total of 140 lines of dialogue from love and other disasters. as per usual, feel free to alter diction, pronouns and anything else your heart desires. i’ve edited slightly to fit roleplay and randomised the order. warnings for sexual themes, aids mention, marihuana use, cheating.

❝ well, actually i was just having lunch across the street and came to tell you the good news in person. ❞

❝ why is it that as soon as i fall in love with a man, he abandons me? ❞

❝ we fuck and then you say you don’t want a relationship. ❞

❝ so despite your fragile beauty, you’re actually built like an ox. ❞

❝ what other secret are you keeping from me? ❞

❝ what’s more important, true love or fashion? ❞

❝ you’re straight? since when? ❞

❝ why else would someone like you have a coffee with someone like me? ❞

❝ you make me sound like an exchange student. ❞

❝ i can’t believe i drove him out of the country. ❞

❝ what’s the point of shagging someone ad nauseam if you’re never going to love them? ❞

❝ it’s okay. i forgive you. so you can stop feeling sorry for me or guilty or whatever. ❞

❝ i think accidental meets are better... that is not to say accidents can’t be planned. ❞

❝ i had to give his ego cpr. ❞

❝ it’s just sex. he fills a void. literally. ❞

❝ news of my crush just travelled across the atlantic ocean! ❞

❝ you’d know if you were great. ❞

❝ i suppose i first noticed when i was around 8. i thought it was just a phase, you know, but eventually, i had to accept the truth. i like women. ❞

❝ it’s a romantic comedy! how do you think it ends? ❞

❝ i’m like, fuck that. i know i’m talented. i don’t need some ____ degree to tell me. ❞

❝ have you ever thought this whole ‘true love’ thing might be a conspiracy? ❞

❝ [full name] may be a giant, but you are a giant in waiting. ❞

❝ three years and you still treat me like a one-night stand! ❞

❝ the stages of a relationship can be defined by farting. ❞

❝ no, actually, i’m very out of shape and that nearly killed me. ❞

❝ i was so caught up in my head i missed out on getting to know you. and i would like to get to know you. i mean, if you’re willing to give me another chance? ❞

❝ i've never actually been in a relationship except in my own head. ❞

❝ so how do i get to know you? ❞

❝ i don’t know that [name] is the love of my life. but i’ve decided to give him the chance to be. ❞

❝ are you asking if i’ll still love you? ❞

❝ there’s nothing more important right now than global poverty. i mean in the warming sense. ❞

❝ that boy---gay as a goose. ❞

❝ i think you’re exactly the kind of person they would have wanted me to marry. ❞

❝ we had a row about his car. i told him i don’t generally get into vehicles that cost less than my handbag, he accused me of being a spoiled bitch. ❞

❝ if you’re going to get any more in touch with your inner child, you’re going to need an inner nanny. ❞

❝ was i right or was i right? ❞

❝ he went to [public/private/boarding] school. he probably enjoys being spanked. ❞

❝ where did you learn to speak [language] like that? ❞

❝ what’s more important, anything or fashion? ❞

❝ you /are/ a desperate fantasist. ❞

❝ do you want to go to bed? you know, have sex. ❞

❝ it would’ve meant breaking your rule to only to have sex with people you don’t really love and to only love people you don’t have sex with. ❞

❝ i had no idea that under that shy, sweet exterior was such steely confidence! ❞

❝ i’m afraid you’re drunk. ❞

❝ truth is way too complicated. and unsatisfying. and hard to believe. ❞

❝ i’m going to this black tie thing for my roommate. ❞

❝ that’s not love, [name], that’s the flu. ❞

❝ we work in fashion. everyone is an overpampered monster. ❞

❝ [name] is going through a nasty divorce. she needs positive affirmation. ❞

❝ i’m sorry, but [full name] stands for everything i absolutely despise. ❞

❝ i think people shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds them. ❞

❝ how very ‘all about eve’. ❞

❝ i’m just nervous. he’s meant to have a ferocious temper. ❞

❝ i’m probably gonna get fired tomorrow, but it was worth it just to see [name] in action. ❞

❝ he came over and we shagged. then i asked how he felt about monogamy. ❞

❝ and this is the person you think you could be in love with? someone you’ve never even spoken to? someone you’ve never even met? ❞

❝ the only thing that’s changed is what might happen between you two. ❞

❝ i mean, i had a bad age five. i had a terrible age five, actually. ❞

❝ maybe love isn't something that happens to you. maybe it's something you have to choose. ❞

❝ you could’ve worn something nicer. ❞

❝ you want a brownie? i made them myself. ❞

❝ i’m not miserable, and i believe in true love. ❞

❝ well, you know what they say, ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’. ❞

❝ [name], pick out the sexiest outfit and go home immediately! ❞

❝ i think my parents would have really liked you. ❞

❝ i can’t believe you’re cooking dinner for some guy you met yesterday. ❞

❝ an affair? you’ve only been going out for two weeks! ❞

❝ nothing like a happy set. ❞

❝ well, i better be off. my flight’s at 9 and i’ve still got to pack. ❞

❝ my memoirs, darling. i’ve decided to publish. ❞

❝ i’m sure you’re far prettier than [name]’s wife. ❞

❝ everyone’s miserable because they’re looking for this nonexistent ‘thing’, or else they’re miserable because they think they settled for less. ❞

❝ do you always judge people so quickly? ❞

❝ you and [name]? you and---you and [name]? oh my god! oh, look, i... i.... i won’t say a word, i promise. cross my heart. ❞

❝ i’m a superficial assistant at a major fashion magazine. you’ll ruin my reputation. ❞

❝ stop doing research and would you write your goddamn screenplay! ❞

❝ when’s the last time you’ve considered falling in love?---i’m not talking about some character in a book or a movie. ❞

❝ [name] would have loved to come tonight, but thanks to the conspiracy of silence between the catholic church and the tories in the face of aids, he can’t. ❞

❝ love isn’t always a lightning bolt, you know? maybe sometimes, it’s just a choice. ❞

❝ there’s quite a bit of hash in them. ❞

❝ i’m following your advice. i’m breaking my rules. ❞

❝ i know i should have said something before. but every time i started, it seemed like the wrong time. ❞

❝ everyone knows you can’t be drunk and tango. so if i can tango, then i’m not drunk. ❞

❝ would it be alright if i borrowed an outfit just for tonight? i have kind of a date. ❞

❝ actually, i can’t believe i haven’t tried to fix you up with him years ago. he’s perfect for you! ❞

❝ can we not talk about my non-existent film career right now? ❞

❝ well, i suppose i’d never have lived up to your fantasy anyway. ❞

❝ you’re almost out of shampoo so i had to use soap. ❞

❝ you broke up with him a month ago! ❞

❝ i just remembered. i need a pedicure. ❞

❝ for the last six months, you’ve been saying one thing and doing another. ❞

❝ there is no need to be nasty to me just because i don’t remember people’s names. ❞

❝ hello? i’m waiting! [name], when i have to ask for it, it’s too late! ❞

❝ that’s the problem with life. it’s nothing like the movies. ❞

❝ apparently, he shags her four times a day and inspires her to write new volumes of poetry! isn’t that great? ❞

❝ i happen to care about [name]. a lot. and i hate the fact that he feels more than me. and i hate the fact that i'm not in love with him. because i know i should be. because he's smart and sweet and decent and i don't want to hurt him. so i keep hoping that i’ll grow into it. ❞

❝ you could’ve worn something, full stop. ❞

❝ we can’t have you all alone in [city] on a friday night! ❞

❝ so then i had to fuck him. ❞

❝ he calls me five times per day, begging me to go out with him. apparently, my voice haunts him. ❞

❝ oh, these are lovely, but [name] hates flowers. ❞

❝ i promise i won’t make a pass. ❞

❝ i’m going to enjoy making her feel stupid about this one. ❞

❝ but you don’t like me in that way. ❞

❝ oh, so you’re saying i should forget about him for purely geographical reasons? ❞

❝ why are you reading a cookbook in the nude? ❞

❝ since when do you say ‘lots of love, big kiss’ to your boss? ❞

❝ i can’t explain it, but... it was amazing. because it was like i was finally seeing the person i’d been waiting for my entire life. ❞

❝ we’re related, but only by birth. so don’t hold it against me. ❞

❝ i mean, thanks to a chance encounter at a beach party, you hook up with one of the world's top fashion photographers. first class travel, exotic locations. you really hit quite the jackpot. ❞

❝ i just wanted to tell the truth and somewhere along the line it got mixed up with a bunch of lies. ❞

❝ i thought this whole dead animal thing was ten years ago. ❞

❝ you don’t talk about monogamy /after/ you shag a guy... ❞

❝ whoever designed those heels must really hate women. ❞

❝ you’ve got to go. i’ve got friends coming over for brunch. ❞

❝ he never even showed, which proves my theory: he must think i’m a stalker freak. ❞

❝ he’s in love with you, [name]. you’re not in love with him. it doesn’t get more simple than that. ❞

❝ well, unless you want me to feel totally humiliated, say ‘yes’. ❞

❝ i just don’t see much of a future together. ❞

❝ you’re an artist, [name]’s an artist. ❞

❝ he said you really sorted him out on the relationship front. and i could certainly use some help there. ❞

❝ you’re not stupid, you just saw what you wanted to see. ❞

❝ i just remembered [name] might have a boy at the house. can i stay at yours? ❞

❝ we’re having a strictly phone-based relationship. ❞

❝ i can’t help it, i’m naturally dramatic! ❞

❝ oh, you know, i said how great he is, how he’s going to make the right [girl/boy/person] happy, how it’s really not him, it’s blah blah blah... ❞

❝ i’m feeling small enough as it is. ❞

❝ look, most great artists have to deal with rejection in their lifetime. ❞

❝ see, this is exactly why i don’t want to be in a relationship with you! ❞

❝ i’m always like this when i have to see my mother. ❞

❝ maybe true love is a decision. you know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. to give to somebody without worrying whether they'll give anything back. or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. ❞

❝ the problem with straight men is that no matter how hard they try, they still need to control, to dominate. ❞

❝ thank god you’re gay! ❞

❝ you seem to think the only reason anyone would be with him is for this ‘jackpot’. ❞

❝ i never felt ugly or fat. ❞

❝ i’m not getting married without a maid of honour. ❞

❝ he’s just the sweetest, funniest guy i know. if he wasn’t [straight/gay], i’d have married him ages ago. ❞

❝ i’m a fantasist, not desperate. ❞

❝ you don’t know me. and if you did, you’d know i’d never take advantage of [name]. ❞

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #ship sentence meme #rp meme #rp ask meme #* meme.#* sentences.

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Alright yeah we doin this

An incomplete list of current headcanons for Homestuck Classpects of Hermits (a work in progress)

(Updated on Feb 9 after the war's end made me realize a few things)

Joe has been throwing around big Rogue energy the last few weeks. Living in other people’s bases/borrowed spaces around the server, weaponizing stuff that’s frankly not weaponry, casually trying to bend the rules to pass over the moat, sneaking fans onto the server, creating a diss track in a matter of hours and “including” his teammates into it... all from a pacifist standpoint, mind you. I’m currently saying Rogue of Space. Edit: No no no I'm a goddamn fool. Wow. Joe is a Heart player. So I'm going with Rogue of Heart, though this revelation also has me reevaluating the Rogue part a little.

Doc has long obviously been a Doom player - the rules are his plaything. I’m going with Thief of Doom specifically. He has duplicated countless items over the seasons, he will manipulate the truth for his own purposes, and honestly just? Oh we’re gonna casually make a precision creeper cannon, oh and btw we’re gonna shoot ourselves in on llamas while we’re at it.

Grian I haven’t been watching for anywhere near as long so I’m having a hard time pinning down his class (my instincts say Heir, but he’s so ready to cause chaos I can see Bard or Prince), but his aspect for me comes down to Breath or Hope. He got almost the entire rest of the server to play along on three of his games by now simply by saying okay these are happening everyone :D c’mon let’s goooo! For being the diving force behind most the season right now, I dub him an Heir of Hope.

Tango is a Light player - his luck is too extraordinary (how many times has he said “I could use __” and gotten it?), he knows too much, he is happy to use that information for crazy shit. Plus last season he put a giant nether base into the overworld and this season he’s holding up a lake with a force field. I’d previously written him down as Prince of Light, but he’s softened out so other arguments could be made.

Xisuma is a Mage, keeping things organized and level. I had him down as a Space player when I made my original list last season, but part of that was a joke about his volcano. Having multiple “hims” all logged in on the LPMT server to AFK for different things and keep things in line felt more Time player though, and he isn’t someone I’d consider myself an “expert” on, so I’ll write him as “Mage of Time” with a large-ish question mark beside it.

I’ve always enjoyed the joke of Life player Cleo - after all, she’s a zombie! But this season she’s brought in the armor stands, which have a life of their own... Plus she was very, very, very determined to win that Phantom hunt. Between those, and a bit of bias via her long-running Sims series, as of right now I have her as a Witch of Life.

Cub as Lord of Void and Scar as Muse of Breath. I know, I know, pulling out Lord and Muse are fighting words, but explain to me how the heck else they get as much done as they do. Was particularly motivated by last season - Cub creating the Cub Hub, Scar managing 18,000 miles flown, and the sheer scale of their projects. Cub basically magics things into existence (or out of existence - the absurd win on the Phantom Hunt, getting bored and just finishing digging the nether hub), while Scar is the root of all inspiration on that server and so beloved his cat’s now in the game. Doubles as fun because Void and Breath fit Vex Magic both thematically and color-wise.

Rendog is a Page. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules, he just is, you know it in your souls, and you know he would be proud of the dang outfit. I unfortunately don’t quite know what kind of Page though - currently my notes say Page of Heart.

Zedaph is a Bard of Life. I thought Page for him initially, too Wormman jokes but the man has to find the most difficult way to do everything and thrives on bases that blend into their surroundings. Also at one point he killed himself repeatedly to opera music just to troll people, so...

Stress’s is already suggested by her name - she’s a Maid of Rage. It makes more sense when you remember Rage is about emotions in general, rather than just actual rage, and see that her content, more than anyone else’s, feels ruled by her emotions in both release schedule and actual content. All of her singing, all of her typing out her accent, all of her actually expressing her frustrations but treating them as just part of life, all fit with that.

From here we start getting into people I’m only clear enough on to have one or the other written down for:

False is a Knight. She has a strong sense of duty and of preserving her self-image. She also can fight like nobody’s business.

Mumbo is a Time player. I thought Space at first as a joke about all his storage systems, but I’ve started to see those as a tool to balance how organized (and scant) his time is. More than any other hermit, he is a creature of habit/routine.

Impulse, as the other ideas guy, feels to me like a Mind player.

I think of Iskall as a Seer, but that may just be because of the imagery of his diamond eye.

Bdubs isn’t really around anymore, but while he was I had him down as a Blood player for his role within the NHO.

Everyone else I either can’t get a good enough read on despite watching them, or don’t watch enough of their content, to really pin anything down. Is Wels actually a Knight? I just don’t know, but I feel like no. Is anyone on this server a Sylph? Who the hell is the Space player so we can finally get a successful session? I just don't know!

But of course all of these are just my thoughts/headcanons, based on my observations and brief talk with a couple friends about it, so they are completely open to debate/interpretation/argument/expansion.

(Please debate me. I am that kind of person. I want to think more about these!)

#hermitcraft #homestuck #hermitstuck #just cuz that tag was probably inevitable on at least my blog by now #i feel very strongly about my convex headcanons but will also accept them as a time and space pair #those two are the only ones who function so much as a unit though that they're the only ones i'm concerned about having 'match'#[s]moirails4lyft[/s]#anything else except maybe knight!false i'm not that invested in #shoutout to joe for dredging this part of my soul back out of the depths by building to build limit and giving me sburb vibes #also for being the only person i've ever heard used 'obfuscate' and been willing to accept afterwards might not be a homestuck #anyway yeah this stuff's been sitting in assorted posts on my blog since last season #back when there was no fandom presence on the hellsite #so have my pile of ideas oh dear mineblr #lyra watches youtube #lyra plays minecraft #just for my own archiving purposes #hc

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Tango à Trois - Chapter 1: Hollyhock

Next Chapter (TBA)

Summary: Aoi Zaizen is a confused bisexual girl with two crushes at once and who doesn't know how to cope with that. Miyu Sugisaki is Aoi's best friend with a crush and doesn't know how to cope with growing another crush. Yusaku Fujiki is a confused teenager with a crush on his classmate and doesn't know how to cope with having a crush at all.

Chapter Summary: (N/A)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS Pairs: Aoi/Yusaku/Miyu (subsets: Zinnia, Angelmaker, future Moonlight), secondary Kiku/Takeru and Ema/Akira

Chapter Count: 1/?

Notes: If everything feels kind of weird, it's because it's all set in a no-LI, no-Link VRAINS-ish AU for VRAINS I've come up with like eons ago in Internet time.

I came up with this ship on the fly (haha pun) in a group chat on Discord and stuck with it for some goddamn reason, and now I can't let go of it. In case you were curious yes I actually have some semblance of plan for this despite having this rushed, shitty first chapter because this is literally a random outlet for when I'm less inspired by my actual WIP novels lmao. While I know nobody is really gonna give a shit, I'm still posting it to show there are other ships than DSS around this hell of an Earth

xoxo, Fly

AO3 version available here.

Aoi had always been a rather confused girl when it was about romance. She used to blame it on her brother’s overprotectiveness, but seeing as she was still confused when he started dating Ema, her current future sister-in-law (there was no way they were getting split up, they were the perfect awkward couple in her eyes), that had clearly been a wrong hypothesis and, needless to say, she felt dumb because of it.

In fact, Aoi was confused enough by what love even was to begin with. It was about finding people attractive and wanting to spend something like eternity with them, right? So why did she find everyone attractive? Why were girls cute and boys handsome? Wasn’t she supposed to be like her brother Akira and find either boys or girls attractive? He had told her it was fine if she was into girls, but he had never said anything about being into both, if that was the term for it. What if that wasn’t natural? What if she was never meant to find both attractive? Was she defective? So many questions…

So she turned to her childhood best friend, Miyu. The latter had always been more in-touch with relationships and socializing, she’d have an answer, right? So they sent each other messages on one night, because Aoi was way too shy and intimidated to bring up such a sensitive topic in a public setting like school (someone could hear them, and it’d be catastrophic). Sure enough, Miyu told her it was called being bisexual, and it was perfectly normal.

Aoi’s heart strangely fluttered when her best friend, her most trusted confident, confessed to her that she, too, was bisexual and into both girls and boys. Was it relief or excitement, she didn’t know. She couldn’t guess or make a solid supposition, she couldn’t know.

On another evening, she took it to Ema to make sure it was normal. Her brother’s girlfriend, recently turned fiancée, had truly become the big sister figure she had never gotten: Ema was the best person to confide something to and yet make sure her brother would never be aware of it unless Aoi told him herself. Ema had taken the topic seriously yet lightly, never overdramatizing everything like her sister-in-law had the tendency to do. However, even after confiding that she, too, was a bi lady (there really were a lot of bisexuals in her circles, huh), the flutter in Aoi’s heart didn’t appear again. She put it on the behalf that it could have just been her relief making her heart be all weird, but… there had to be something more to it. She knew it.

Aoi’s next step was talking it out with a long-distance friend she had met right before her brother had gotten his current job at SOL: Kiku. By that point, she knew she was bisexual and to distinguish romantic attraction from platonic feelings (mostly by using her brother and Kiku as references), but she still wanted to talk it out with another confident. Much to her fortune, Kiku took the news very well, wording huge words of supports and wishing her all the happiness in the world she could muster. The encouragement would have not been this overwhelming would Kiku’s boyfriend Takeru not have heard her happy squeals and joined in on the fun. Aoi was pretty sure she was radiating red when she got showered with an entire dictionary of nice words.

Eventually, she told her brother about it. Even if he was the one person she trusted the most in the world, the one she’d no doubt count on would something ever go wrong, the man who had raised her instead of their parents since she had been ten, she was still tense when telling him about it. He had shown distress at first, mostly because of how nervous she was when asking him “big brother, can we have a talk, please?”, but quickly untensed when she spat out the information. A pat on her shoulder and a hug later, her ears almost went deaf when he told her he was proud of her for being brave enough to tell him and wished her the best of lucks. Her entire being destressed with all of this behind her, but that didn’t solve another issue that had risen.

The fluttering in her heart.

The thing was, Aoi had ever only felt her heart flutter in this strange, intense way around two persons: Miyu and a boy from her class that she had eventually befriended. She wasn’t surprised to figure out she had a crush on Miyu: it only took her a few days to get over it, strangely enough. Perhaps it was because they had known each other for years; and knowing her best friend was no stranger to being attracted to girls comforted her into getting over it and acknowledging her romantic feelings. They had always been very close, always holding hands as children in the park and indulging in it when nobody was looking in middle school: there was nothing weird about what they were doing, what she was feeling.

Perhaps there even was a chance for Miyu to be in love with her too.

However, the boy was another question altogether. Yusaku Fujiki was his name: he had always been rather quiet, not overly shrouded in mystery but never proactive in group conversations. They had shared classes for a few years by then, mostly subjects where she rather preferred teaming up with someone as discreet and apparently socially awkward as Fujiki rather than anyone else in the classroom (it also allowed her to escape from alpha bitchy popular girls and guys trying to hit on her as soon as they crossed gazes). Eventually, they became comrades, then friends, hanging out in most classes and between those to pass the time. Miyu had never been in the same class or workgroup as her: but it wasn’t too grievous when she had someone to rely upon, her now-trusted Yusaku.

Oh, that phrasing may have been too forward.

While Miyu and she had always been on a first-name basis, as calling each other by one’s surname was not a thing in kindergarten times, it hadn’t been the same with Fujiki. Getting to know each other as classmates passing papers off to each other to pass the time, helping each other in subjects in which they absolutely sucked (hers was Maths, his was Literature, and they were fine with that), joking about shared teachers were how they bonded, different experiences still retaining value to them: but they had to grow comfortable with the other and being close to them.

It wasn’t an easy task for someone like Aoi, who had always been “the SOL Security Manager’s sister” and trying to be profited upon (and, usually, her brother could immediately tell and sent them off): but Yusaku wasn’t like the others. He had never given a single damn about her brother’s job (or her brother at all, now that she thought about it), had never seen her as anything other than a classmate he liked to hang out with even outside of classes.

And that was where it hurt, in a way.

She was convinced Yusaku only saw them as that: friends. Considering their respective characters, it was already a miracle they had befriended each other and texted the other so often (as in, every day, and she was always excited to see what next trivia he could send her about his cat Ai and his friend Jin and his online best friend Takeru… Wait, that name was familiar), she couldn’t ask him to do much more than that. They were too introverted to have a mutual crush on each other…

…oh wait, that was even weirder.

Okay, finding both genders endearing and attractive was perfectly fine. Aoi was bi, her best friend was bi, her sister-in-law was bi… but falling in love with two persons at once, if that was her case, had to be abnormal. No, her feelings for Yusaku had to be something else… Perhaps she saw him as a twin brother? No chance, it was different from how she felt about her brother… Perhaps she saw him the same way she viewed Kiku, a trusty friend? No, no luck there either, there was the flutter and the weird pulses to hold his hand and maybe kiss him passionately against the wall… But then, what did she feel for Miyu?

The same thing, yes. Oops.

#vrains #yugioh vrains #fanfiction #aoi zaizen #yusaku fujiki #miyu sugisaki #ema bessho #akira zaizen #hireshipping #zinniashipping #angelmakershipping #kiku kamishirakawa

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all the even #s

Hey, thanks Anon! I love talking about myself. This is gonna take a while...

2. A picture of me

I’m technology incompetent so ill try upload that after this

4. Last time I cried and why

Yikes! 2 weeks ago because I didn’t do so well on my math class this semester and I hate feeling like a failure

6. Favorite band

Dawes. Theyre kind of folk kind of rock and its my main driving jam

10. Biggest turn ons:

fuck.. um... girls? Anything girls do? when a girl looks at me??? Good shit

12. Ideas of a perfect date

Picture this: Its raining outside. We’re both in pajamas. We make hot cups of tea and cuddle into bed under fluffy blankets and watch a movie together. Its supposed to rain all day, we have nowhere to go. We cuddle. You let me be the big spoon,

14. Piercings I want

I already have my nose and two on my ear, I don’t really want anything else. I went with my friend over winter break to get her nipples pierced and it looked really not comfy

16. Favorite Movie

Depends on the day. Life of Pi, RENT, Dead Poets Society, All the Star Wars except Phantom Menace, I just saw into the spider verse and that was pretty fucking rad.

18. Phobia

Dirty band-aids in swimming pools. NOPE.

20. Height

5′8′’. Small for my family of goddamn giants

22. Shoe size

Womans 8 1/2, mens 7

24. Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?

Only socially

26. Whats one thing you regret?

Not being more aware of the impact of my words at a younger age. Not apologizing when I had the chance. Not trying harder to stay in touch.

28. Favorite ice cream

TUMBLR DON’T HATE ME BUT I DON’T LIKE ICE CREAM

30. What does your last text message say?

Its me threatening my friend that I get the naming rights if he accidentally gets this girl he’s seeing pregnant. And I have name ideas to get this kid bullied his whole life through.

32. Have you ever painted your room?

Pepto Bismol Pink. Middle school was a TIME

34. Have you ever slept naked?

In the summer? Almost nightly. This actually led to a super weird interaction with a surprise visitor to my room recently. Good story/

36. Have you ever had a crush?

Right now my dude

38. Have you ever stole money from a friend?

40. Have you ever been in a fist fight?

Define fist fight. Maybe?

42. Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

Ouch, classic lesbian experience. That’s a yes.

44. Have you ever made out with a stranger?

Yep. At a music festival. It was a dude actually, I guess everybody goes through a straight phase in college, huh?

46. Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?

What, like sneaking out? I never had to. MY parents were super relaxed about that sort of thing. They let me have my own life. I’m also a middle child in a huge family, they couldn’t keep an eye on all of us.

48. Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?

My friends and I had like 25 senior skip days our senior year. One time I had skipped school but my little sister called me asking to drop off a math textbook so I walked into school in flip flops and board shorts and looked the secretary in the eye and told her I was dropping this off. She knew I went there. She said nothing.

50. Have you ever seen someone die?

yes

52. Have you ever kissed a pictue

Does it make it weirder if I say it was a picture of a horse?

54. Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now?

I’m missing all my college friends right now. I feel like I can be a more open, authentic version of myself around them.

56. Have you ever made a snow angel?

My whole childhood. New York, baby!

58. Have you ever cheated while playing a game?

Have you ever been a child? Of course.

60. Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?

Yes to both. But actually I work at a school so double yes to the first one.

62. Have you ever felt an earthquake?

No but thats like a weird childhood fear of mine. What do you even do in an earthquake? Are you really supposed to take cover under a desk or is that just a weird thing they teach in elementary school?

64. Have you ever ran a red light?

Multiple times. All accidental. I scream the whole time like a fucking pterodactyl

66. Ever had a detention?

Once. Totally deserved it.

68. Ever hated the way you looked?

Who doesn’t from time to time? Most of the time I’m pretty comfortable in my skin and it took me a long time to get this way.

70. Have you ever pole danced?

Took a trial class with some friends once. I sucked!

72. Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?

Yup! Its wonderful, maybe i’ll even live out there some day. I know its not the opposite side of the country per say, but Arizona has a pretty special place in my heart.

74. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?

Nope. When I’m that sad i’m too much of an attention whore to go cry by myself.

76. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?

Who hasn’t? I’m not exactly the same person 16 year old me had hoped I would turn out to be, but I wouldn’t change a thing either. I love who I am now, mistakes and all.

78. Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?

79. Have you ever kissed in the rain?

Yup. Not romantic at all. Very wet. 0/10

82. Have you ever had a dream that you married someone?

Multiple times. If i crush on someone too hard I inevitable have this dream.

84. Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?

It was a light pole

86. Have you ever been a cheerleader?

No, but once I got dressed up as our opposing teams mascot and had to sword fight our high school’s mascot and lose on purpose.

88. Have you ever brushed your teeth?

What would you do if I said no? How would you react to that, huh? Would you really want to know? What would you do with that information?? Think before you ask.

90. Have you ever played chicken?

On peoples backs, just straight up running at them, and on a horse! I won two out of three of these. I got a concussion from the other one. Guess which one.

92. Have you ever been told you're hot by a complete stranger?

Yes but it was a drunk girl so it was a genuine complement. Same girl later threw up on my front lawn, so you win some you lose some I guess.

94. Have you ever been easily amused?

Every damn day of my life. My friends describe me as pathologically optimistic.

96. Have you ever mooned/flashed somone?

Lets just say I've been to New Orleans and I’ve earned my beads on Bourbon street.

98. Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?

Have I ever remembered someones name? Who are you? Who am I?

100. Give us one thing about you that no one knows

I am the director of a Ballroom Dance team at my college but I don’t know how to do the International Tango. :{

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investnlord · 3 years

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Annie May

Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 *** Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 i look around *assess inventory Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 You’ve got you and no one else And a wallet in your khakis And this man with the rusty pipe wants it* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 *assess cut of man's jib Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 He’s emaciated and strung-out He’s breathing hot madness into your face. Maybe actually rabies “Stand and deliver” he growls* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 ok i guess it takes two to tango i strip off my pants and whirl them around like a bullroarer i move my hands to signal a "let us tussle"-style maneuver * Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 He makes ready but you see cowardice in his bloodshot eyes He swings the pipe. Do you dodge? * Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 i dodge, and i think i do it deftly* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 You’re lack of inhibiting khakis gives you the perk MAXIMUM FLEXIBLE You’re deft as hell and he smacks the ground so hard the pipe rebounds into his weak spot The mugger shatters into a million pieces. VICTORY You may now choose your class- warrior, mage, stealth, other* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 wow i busted that dude into chump dust i've had enough of this unnecessary bloodshed i roll other* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Please fill in the name and description of your class* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 healer; also kind of a chump, but has like spells to feel good and shit, but is probably just carrying a lot of weed and shrooms, really* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 You are holding You leave your mud floor cottage where this entire story has transpired until now. You stand in the village green (mud) Who do you seek?* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 man definitely not a cop uhh hmm who's got the best snacks in town* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Why that’s Annie May across the way That sweet scent of baked goods wafting in the warm summer breeze You approach the hovel’s intoxicating entrance and peek in. Do you enter?* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 no i politely knock on Annie May's door i don't live there knock knock, Annie May* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 You knock at the ratty cloth that serves as a door You poke your head through and realize HOLY FUCK IT’S A GODDAMN GHOUL COOKING UP ANNIE MAY IN THE BAKED GOODS JESUS CHRIST WHAT DO YOU DO OH GOD* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 oh my god OH MY GOD what the FUCK Annie May was nice this is way not cool, ghoul i uhh am very determined to fuck him up it's a shame i.. swore off violence! shit this is doing a real number uhm attempt to heal Annie May with my special supplements* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Wise choice healer Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 (thanks dude) Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 You put some mushrooms in Annie May’s very dead mouth and BOOM Magic is done. Just gotta let it take root Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 nice yeah see, i knew this would work Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 The ghoul has other plans and just like power grabs you in the dingus Puts you through the hovel’s mud brick wall You awake from your daze. It was just wet mud after all. You look back toward the smoking chasm you flew from. What do you do?* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 wow holy shit dude i am feeling like a way bad vibe at least down south this is a terrible trip well for one let's re-up and eat an edible next i want to investigate the chasm* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 The small nugget you ingest restores your balls And gives you the spirit of the all-consuming eagle pulsing warrior spirit into ever fiber of your being eventually to consume you entirely and end your cyclical travels on the seashell of the conscious plane But you’ll deal with that vibe later You look within the hovel and see Annie May is on the same trip She has risen with a vengeful spirit which has handily removed the ghouls feet and put them right into her famous Monday Pies Would you like a Monday pie?* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 wow yeah i'll just dog-ear that page maybe when i'm like watching beavis and butthead reruns i can think about the astral plane i'll order pizza hmm Annie's never made one of these before say Annie what's up with the Monday Pie* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Well it’s Saturday for one thing But they smell nothing like ghoul feet By the way the ghoul cannot be killed. At least with materials of this plane. Thing’s just chillin on the floor waiting for an ankle to get too close You’ll need to bribe the wizard, or come up with another solution. What do you do?* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 (is Annie May the wizard) Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 (These are mysteries we cannot know for sure) Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 hmm ok offer the wizard a fresh nug* let's see what this cat's into Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 You stand in the tower of the wizard. Annie May is at your side with the snarling ghoul in a bag on her back. You hold a Monday Pie. The Wizard charges up his wand and takes a big blue hit off that nug Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 god yeah dude smoke up Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Sitting back in contemplation he assesses your situation. “We don’t usually use that kind of magic here man” Gesticulating at the ghoul “we gotta get that shit outta here. It smells” He gestures to the mysterious big black hole in the corner. Do you enter?* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 hmm yeah he does offend let's see Annie May, will you accompany me on this journey?* (txt really likes big black holes of chasms) Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Annie May nods in agreement. The wizard also joins to see this through to the end. The ghoul snarls. The Monday Pie sweats... You step through the hole There is an eagle’s scream. And you blink as your eyes adjust to the fluorescent lighting of a hospital ER waiting area. Before you can say “drop that fucking ghoul and let’s get out of here” another member joins the conversation. And he ain’t pretty. “SHOW ME YOUR HANDS RIGHT NOW” the cop spits all over your pantsless legs and Monday Pie. What do you do?* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 ahh fuck i hate cops this is exactly what i didn't want to happen hmm, uhh well for one i quickly adjust my healer's robes to cover my ACAB, FTP tats next, i throw what's left of my stash at the wizard i say to him "dude, i told you i don't want to smoke drugs with you" and look at the cop like eh?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ * Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Ssssssssnap! Dude whips out his resisting arrest wand and pepper spray He puts a sticker over the body cam “STOP RESISTING” He’s gonna fuck your shit up anyway! Give orders!* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 ok ANNIE MAY LOOK HOT AT HIS DIRECTION WIZARD GO GET A BIG GULP GO FOR HIS TASER * Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 The Wizard does the old swish and flick and knocks the less than but not really non-lethal off the cop’s belt Annie May is defs dummy thicc but I didn’t know we had to use that here Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 it's a cop man figured it'd work but i do plan to apologize to her later Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Well he glances over long enough for you to make your move which is...* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 PICK UP THE TASER* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 Aight Now the gun is out pew pew He’s putting it in your face. Next move?* Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 crap of course he has a gun well shit i tremble a bit 'ol blue shakes in my hand but uhh man fuck it! tase the dude! ACAB* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 All cops Are buddies You snap him with the taser and he shits himself as he goes down Annie May screams and throws the ghoul at him The hole forms behind you and the wizard just jumps in that shit because he has priors. You see the fearful around you. What do you do? Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 man you can never trust a wizard, can you see if i ever invite that guy over to smoke again never down like down, you know? i grab the cuffs and handcuff the cop i take his radio and mutter "all clear, 10-4" into it and put it into my khakis which i've put back on I take Annie May's hand and leave the ghoul behind leave room, assess surroundings* Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 You’re back in the realm of the normal Spaghetti — 05/06/2020 crap dude i hate normies Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 I know rite But you got rid of the ghoul Time to enjoy some Monday Pie?* Spaghetti— 05/06/2020 HELL YEAH i'm fuckin starving*( Hardcastle — 05/06/2020 It’s full of ghoul feet ***

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vicioushyperbolizer · 7 years

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Im love that last nurseydex fic w ace Dex and was wondering if maybe i could prompt smth where they talk about Dex's intrusive thoughts and he maybe gets help for them (if he has anxiety or anything say) and Nursey being supportive and Dex tryna thank him by being romantic? No pressure to write though!

Okay, for the record, obviously you don’t have to be sex averse to be ace. In my head, Dex isn’t. it’s a conversation he and Nursey will have at a later date. Cut for length and not content

“Jesus, Poindexter, how long are you gonna be in there? I though-”

Nursey’s voice trailed off as he pushed his way into their shared bathroom. The second Dex heard the door squeak open, he grabbed for the first thing he could reach to cover himself, which ended up being the dirty shirt he took off before his shower.

Dex knew how it looked, he fucking knew. Naked and still dripping, alone in the bathroom, flushed in embarrassment, ashamed and hiding. It looked like…

“Were you masturbating?” Nursey looked horrified, but Dex couldn’t really tell if it was because he spoke without thinking or because of the way his voice cracked in the middle.

That. It looked like fucking that.

Dex tightened his grip on the shirt in front of his junk. “No! No, i wasn’t fucking… masturbating.”

“It’s chill if you were,” Nursey hastened. “We never really talked about, y’know… that. And if you do, that’s fine. Good even! I’m not really one to talk, because I do it a lot. Regularly, even.”

Nursey was rambling. Which was just fucking weird for Dex to hear. He had never seen his boyfriend so awkward and… nervous. It made something nasty twist inside Dex. He had caused that; it was his fault.

“Nursey. Please stop talking. I wasn’t, okay.”

Dex could tell Nursey didn’t believe him. He sighed and scrubbed his free hand down his face, wiping away stray water droplets that had rolled down from his hair. He didn’t really want to talk about it, but he would do a lot of things for Nursey that he didn’t want to do. Hell, he would probably chop off his own fucking leg if Nursey asked.

“Look, you know how I’ve been going to that study group early Thursday mornings? Well, I’ve actually been… going to the counselling center, okay? And the counsellor person thought that I should do this stupid self love affirmation crap. Look in a mirror and tell myself nice shit. That’s what i was doing, okay?”

Nursey’s face flashed from confused to hurt before it finally settled on neutral. Somehow, the neutral almost hurt worse than anything else. It had been months since Nursey defaulted to that stupid fake chill bullshit with him.

“That’s cool, Will. It’s really awesome that you’re going to the counselling center.” His voice was just as blank as his face.

Dex wanted to explain that he hadn’t told Nursey because he didn’t want to get his boyfriend’s hopes up that htis was something he was going to stick to. He made the first appointment without any plans of actually going, and the same for the second, and the third. By the time it was a regualr thing, he didn’t have an explaination as to why he hid it from Nursey in the first place.

He wanted to explain that he was doing this for Nursey, that he understood his anger and emotions were getting in between them. For maybe the first time ever, Dex would rather change himself than lose someone else, and he wanted Nursey to know just how important that made him.

He desperately wanted to explain that he loved Nursey so much it scared him, and that he would do anything in his power to never be the reason that Nursey was wearing that fake chill face and that tension in his shoulders. Even embarrassing shit that made him feel stupid.

With a sigh, he reached out and grabbed Nursey’s hand. “Why don’t you stay and watch?”

Nursey thought about it for a minute, the longest goddamn minute of Dex’s life. In the end, though, he nodded and sat down on the closed toilet lid.

Dex grabbed the sheet of paper that had fluttered to the floor in the earlier chaos of trying to cover himself. He waved it a little, so that Nursey could see the chicken scratch scribbled on the front.

“Any time I have an intrusive thought or, y’know, think negative things about myself, I write it down. And then I come in here and tell myself the truth, or the opposite or whatever. Every few days, or if it gets too long.”

Nursey nodded. “And the naked thing?”

“I kept getting distracted,” he mumbled. After a second, he corrected himself. “I kept letting myself get distracted. Looking at my shirt instead of actually looking at me, y’know.”

Nursey nodded again, but didn’t say anything. Dex took it as a sign to continue, so he did. Taking a deep breath he turned back to face the mirror and placed the paper back against the sink so he could read it. He glanced back at his boyfriend once before dropping the shirt.

Dex remembered the first thing on the list. He remembered exactly where he was when he had the thought, down to the smell of the nasty perfume someone in his class was wearing and the place in his notes where he had to stop himself from getting up right then and there so that he could punch something. Or maybe cry.

“I am not ruining Nursey’s life by trapping him in a relationship he doesn’t want.”

He barely paused before the next one, because they were practically the same thought. “We are not my parents.”

For his entire childhood, he knew that was how his parents’ relationship worked. His mom didn’t want to be with his father, but felt guilty about leaving. She was trapped there but circumstance, and Dex told himself every night for years that he would never be as unnoticing or uncaring as his father was.

He wasn’t exactly sure why he got it in his head that he was doing exactly that to Nursey, but it was days before he could get it out. Because it really felt like that sometimes. Did Nursey really want to be with him, or did he just feel bad about leaving Dex, pity about his poor, fucked up asexual boyfriend. But no, Nursey loved him. He did.

“I am not defective or broken.”

That one Dex found harder to believe. Most of his sessions revolved around his asexuality, and reaffirming that it wasn’t a disorder or dysfunction. It wasn’t some phase, and it wasn’t a hindrance. It was just a part of Dex, like his red hair and his big ears. It was just another thing that Nursey fell in love with. In theory… in pracrice, it was really fucking hard to believe that.

“I deserve to have a healthy relationship even if I’m not healthy.”

That one his counselor helped him word after a particularly rough fight with Nursey. Dex tried to break up with him because it felt unfair that Nursey was stuck with such a fucking shitshow. He was pretty sure that Nursey was thinking of exactly that incident, because he took a deep breath, but didn’t say anything.

Dex paused before the next one. He glanced back at his boyfriend again. He had forgotten all about this one, written in the middle of the night after a bad nightmare. It wasn’t something he had ever brought up before, or even voiced to his counselor. Dex focused back on the mirror, looking himself in the eyes.

“I am good for more than my use. I am not a utilitarian thing. I am a unique person, I have a personality, and people like having me around for that and not the things i can provide them.”

On his bad days, on those days when he felt like he was only going through the motions, it was hard to remember that the team were friends and that they wanted him around. That he wasn’t just there to fix the Haus, or to explain things to Tango, or to carry an extra sweater for Nursey. He was worthwhile independent from his usefulness.

He already knew what the last one was. It was the same every time, because it was the one thing he wanted to believe more than anything else.

“I can be the person Nursey is proud to be dating. I can be good for him. I can love myself for him.”

Dex stayed focused on the mirror, repeating it in his head over and over. He noticed the flash of movement, but didn’t realize what it was until Nursey wrapped his arms around Dex from behind. He pressed small kisses on Dex’s shoulders, where he knew there was a particularly dense cluster of freckles, up his neck until he could feel lips pressed against his ear.

“I love you, babe. And I am so proud.”

Dex felt the flush rise to his cheeks again. Somehow, it was different with Nursey there next to him. It was a little easier to believe the things he was telling himself and a little harder to come up with arguments in his head why these things weren’t true.

He wrapped his arms around Nursey’s, hugging him as close as he could. The amount of love he felt was beyond words.

“So, do you masturbate, though?”

#ace dex #my writing #writing prompt #nurseydex #asexual relationship #william poindexter #derek nurse #Anonymous #answered asks

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clearlybeardedcheckplease · 7 years

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NurseyDex Friendship

Ok, I love these two as mushy saps but that’s unrealistic, so what’s the part of their relationship outside of fighting, roasts, and lovey dovey gross shit.

It starts when Nursey goes stiff in one of the classes they take. At this point they still don’t really get along, but Dex can’t fight someone who won’t fight back, and someone so collected as Nursey being thrown off, it’s bad

So Dex switches seats with the LAX bro next to him in exchange for a slice of pie, since people are defensive over their seats.

Nursey notices, and as soon as Chad leaves, Dex immediately is like, “What The Literal Fuck Happened and Do I Need To Fight Someone.”

Nursey is actually alright it’s just that he’s bad at the subject and he gets ye olde Anxiety so Dex is like, I will mcfucking tutor you I just can’t take you acting like this please let me help

Nursey is reluctant because he isn’t one for being helped, but he’d like to stay on the team, and Dex is pretty smart in his own right, not to mention he has an insane work ethic.

So then they start to tutor each other for varying subjects, not without chirping, but now Dex can roast Nursey without the guilt of him being unokay

So moving foward from mutual respect and stuff, the tutoring is what brings them down a bit from arguing to friendly anger/ roasts/ arguments. It’s also how they become casual, asking about each other’s day

But they’re still not friends, so how?

Well Chowder is still a mutual friend they love, and he’s such a good guy, and so energetic,but sometimes people who are so outgoing can be too much for others and in comes Under Cover Chowder Defense League so like, this is where they start casually texting outside of important shit, this includes a pie blacklist if they overhear any shit being talked, roasts of any new blacklist member, and just sharing their mutual love of Chowder this could totally be the start of polyfrogs getting together

The UCCDL becomes a group chat with Bitty, half the volleyball team, and Tango

But sometimes they’d just bitch about people when this first became a thing and the league chat is not the place, so this where they start to be casual friends, great when together, and they def talk, but don’t necessarily seek each other out

So again more how

The answer, Haus Game Night, all d man pairs and liney pairs must be a team. Ollie and Wicks are drift compatible ass kickers at Mario Party

Ransom and Holster will kick your ass at Mario Kart

Bitty and Jack run a mean just dance duo

Chowder and Lardo pair together since they have no one to latch on to, and well, board games are banned, but cards aren’t. yet. Don’t challenge their card game skills

And nursey and dex literally must compete the fuck together, so their new goal, FUCK UP EVERYONE. Which would be hard, if they both weren’t dirty players, which they are

They end up being great at kareoke, and lip sync battles, since Nursey is artsy fartsy, but Dex has EMOTION (Carly Rae Jepsen 2015), so they work well together

Holster stops Ransom to be like, bro why can’t we sing like that to each other. Why don’t you sing with me?

Ransom probs said, Bro if I sing with you then I don’t get to focus on your beautiful voice.

During Haus Game Night they get to be strong casual friends, so how do we hit BFF Mode

It’s summer and Nursey doesn’t really feel like hanging out with old friends, so he sometimes drives to Buffalo to see Holster(They are friends and he canonically respects Holtzy ok)

But halfway through summer Holster leaves for The Falls to be with the bro of his life Ransom

And Holster is just like, go see Dex why not, and so He and Dex coordinate a way to hang out

Dex is Near Like Eddington (Shout Out, You know who you are)

The Halfway point that I was given was Andover. And I’m sorry but um, WTF my laptop knew ok

So yea, Andover becomes their Niagara Falls.

Which is hilarious because at one point Shitty is like, you don’t know what those assholes were like sweet sweet Dexy

To which him and Nursey chuckle

When they get back they connect even better on ice, and Holster feels so goddamn proud

Unfortunately now if Nursey is about to get checked REAL hard and Dx is close enough he will literally take it. He is practising with Bitty to get faster because he will help keep pucks away from Chowder, and people off of Nursey so help him

Nursey gets really good at knowing when he’s about to get checked and also starts to try to one up his speed so he can show Dex he can get himself out of the way in time, seriously STOP IT

But he’s touched, on the inside

They balance each other, when Dex needs to chill, when Nursey needs to FEEL,

When Dex needs to dream more, and Nursey needs to pull his head out of his ass.

When they both need to check each other’s privilege.

Nursey who has learned to be tactful and careful and cautious, and Dex who cuts to the chase.

Dex who gives in actions and time like it’s nothing, and Nursey who gives physical affection and random small gifts, who doesn’t share his heartfelt poetry lightly but shares with Dex

They share childhood movies, and stories, Dex will send Nursey photos of things he’s fixed or built when he’s proud, Nursey sends pics of his poetry, albeit it’s hard to read since Nursey totes writes small guys

The two roast each other’s music taste, but will always have the other dj for them

During family weekend Nursey’s parents can’t come down because they need to be in town waiting for a client to get in, so he’s just going to go

But then Dex’s family can’t come, so Nursey takes Dex home to cheer him up to keep him company in case his moms are way busier than they said since that always happens

No one says anything about it when they get back because they know it bummed Dex and Nursey out, and really this is good for them

But Dex loved Nursey’s moms, and loved New York, and Nursey really loved showing him all the things he never got to show anyone else, not the kids at Andover, not the prep school kids he was with before that, not even the rest of the team, not even girlfriends or boyfriends. Nursey has never had a chance to bring people into his home, into his life so fully, to have them help him, and know when he’s upset, and know his coffee order

Nursey starts the Dex poetry at this point, but it really is platonic

Also yes, fanon change, Dex meets Nursey’s family first

After Hausgiving when everyone goes home for actual Thanksgiving Nursey’s moms are out of town, so Dex takes him home

The Poindexters love Nursey. Dex canonically has one brother, but ALL the nearby family comes by, regardless of how extended it is. Everyone brings in spouses or BFFs or just friends without a home to go to, it’s super normal.

Nursey and Dex become each others best friends, by senior year they are Ransom and Holster level. They show Hockey Shit to people, but they have their own shit Bylaws and Crap.

Best Friend Sundaes come back, but they are a three way between Chowder, Nursey, and Dex

So really, if you ship NurseyDex and stuff, this kind of leads up to it, so really it’s not unsurprising/ borderline concerning. They can still argue, and roast and chirp, but there has to be something to take the true bite out of their words so they can really love in a healthy manner, the crushing could start earlier in the timeline and all, but like love is also friendship, and most fics don’t focus on them being friends, now I love them being in love, but I’m selfish and want both so here, both.

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