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jinn-mori · 6 months

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20 Questions For Writers

@pencilofawesomeness Doing this because why not

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 17 works as of this post. There is a good chance that there will be many more. Pencil, I envy you and all your brainchildren.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

I am at a grand total of... 119,898 words. Holy cow! I'm willing to bet most of that came from AHC.

3. What fandoms do I write for?

Whatever piece of media I'm hyperfixating on at that point in time, though I do try to keep myself from writing too many multi-chapters. My main fandoms are Bleach, Fairy Tail, and Jujutsu Kaisen with what I write though I do plan on writing some stuff for NNT and Hellsing.

4. What are your top fics by kudos?

5. Apocrypha (Bleach) - 98 kudos

4. Dear God (Bleach) - 121 kudos

3. Just In Case (Bleach) - 204 kudos

2. A Hollow Crown (Bleach) - 413 kudos

A Wisteria To Our Eternity (Jujutsu Kaisen) - 581 kudos

Three of my top five fics are AiIchi. Wasn't surprised that AHC would be up there since it's kind of my HTTYDS.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. There are times where I can't figure out how to respond to a comment to I just kinda leave it be. Other times, I could respond because I want to know the audience's thoughts on a chapter or they mention liking this or that and I want to know why. To me, what helps improve writing is understanding not only how something works but why it works. For example, why do so many people like my characterization of Aizen in A Hollow Crown? What about his characterization makes people like him? Or I go to the comments when I need ideas and running around in my own head doesn't do the trick. Hell, I'll even leave it in the author's notes if I'm having trouble with a plot point and could use some audience feedback.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'd say Ich bin verlore since it was a one-shot about longing for something you'd never have and wondering if what you did have was the real thing or not. Also, it's a Berserk fic so angst is inevitable.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

If we only include multi-chapters, then it could only go to A Hollow Crown since it's my only completed multichapter. And I'd say is a quiet sort of happiness, setting up for events to come and giving some characters a sense of hope. If we include one-shots, then I'd give that one to Dear God since it's an ending on a hopeful note where things can only really go up.

8. Do you get any hate on fics?

Nope! Hasn't happened to me.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

It's all yaoi smut. I tend to keep things from going into dub-con territory as smut where the consent isn't exactly clear is a squick for me. Any smut I write is between two or more adults, as I find writing smut of underage characters to be... ew.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I plan to write some. I've got an NNT x TOH fic I'm debating writing, one that's a big ol' fandom crossover inspired by Fear and Hunger 2: Termina. Another one I have in mind to write is this Bleach x Seven Deadly Sins that's moreso the world of NNT with the characters of Bleach (like pencil's Genshin x NNT fic).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, and I hope I never get one stolen.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, though I'd love to take a crack at translating my own fics. Gotta get in that translation practice somehow!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I do have a lot of ships, but I wouldn't quite say I have a favorite. I've written the most for AiIchi but I'd love to write for some others. Also, I'm someone who is more on board for found family fics or fics just focusing on the bonds between people.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Someday, I will return to my WIPs and finish them! Or I'd like to. To be honest, I have sooo many in my head that I need to put to paper.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd say character analysis. Several people have said that I'm good at breaking down a character and seeing what makes them work and then putting them into a fic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

This is more of a personal nitpick with myself, but I feel like I struggle with making my chapters long enough. How do I get myself to write longer chapters? I wanna write longer chapters, dammit.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

You're asking this from the world languages major! I love adding that in... well, when it makes sense. If I can use it to add some spice to a character or give hints about them *cough* AHC!Grimmjow *cough* then I'll go right ahead. Ya just need to do it in a way that makes sense both in and out of the story to where readers can get the gist of it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Fairy Tail! Demons x Dragonslayers is my oldest fic and first wrote it on Wattpad but started its rewrite on when I started cross-posting it on AO3.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

It'd have to be A Hollow Crown and by extension its series Hollow Moon . Yes, DxD is what started my fanfic journey but it was A Hollow Crown that really kicked it off. It also started my obsession of 'what if Aizen but good but he was still Aizen'.

Get tagged bozos: @johannepetereric , @averiina , @skullywullypully , @backwardshirt

#tag game #fanfiction #god I have so many fics to write HAAAAAAAALP

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spicler-man · 2 years

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fostered/adopted peter parker

masterlist here Don't Give Up On Me (Please) by id_rather_be_reading_3

Since the death of his aunt and uncle a year ago, Peter Parker has bounced around foster homes faster than a pinball at full speed. Why? He blames Spiderman. His constant secret keeping, lying, and sneaking out because of his alter ego has kept him from staying in a home for too long, but he refuses to give up the vigilanteism (that's a word, right?) At this point, he's given up hope on ever finding a forever home.

Tony Stark never expected to get so attached to his young new intern, Peter Parker. But when he finds out that the kid is moving foster homes too far away for him to keep up the internship, he takes matters into his own hands. He soon finds out, though, that housing Peter Parker is a lot harder than mentoring him.

(eventual adoption, because how else would this end?)

ALSO--this story has officially been nominated for the Irondad Creator Awards 2022! If you enjoyed this fic, please consider voting for it on their tumblr blog! (and to whoever nominated it--I love you forever and think you're awesome, thank you 3000)

5 Times Tony Acted Like Peter’s Dad by for_the_night for LittleMissAgrafina

And the one time he actually was.

*Featuring an award evening, nightmares, a father-son field trip, appendicitis, and a very special gift - oh, and SO many forehead kisses.*

Welcome Home My Boy (Welcome Home My Son) by sdottkrames for Skeeter_110

Tony's life has never been more full of family...but something is still missing.

Peter Parker lives in an orphanage in severe disrepair.

And Pepper Potts has an idea that will bring them both together.

Be Your Protector by waitingondaisies

After so long of being bounced around from placement to placement in the foster system, Peter is on his last chance to stay in Queens and stay at Midtown. He’s desperate to keep this placement, even if it means not getting enough food and getting locked in the closet sometimes. The problem arises when he’s unable to let Happy know he won’t be able to make it to the compound, leading to Mr Stark getting involved. And as a mechanic, once he’s made aware of a problem, he just has to fix it.

If there are no other foster homes in Queens, then Tony will just have to make one.

From Fraud to Father by TonyStarkissist

“Tony,” she placated, “all you have to do is read a couple children's books to them and answer a few of their questions. You’ll be fine.”

“Will you come with me? You’re so good with kids,” he pleaded as she finished up with his collar and awkwardly patted the lapels of his suit down, forcing a smile onto her face when she looked up at him.

“No. I’ve got a lot of work to do. Phil’s going with you, though, and so is Happy. You shouldn’t have a problem. They'll make sure you don't do anything stupid.”

Theres a long pause before Tony finally voices his true concern.

“But what if one of them sneezes on me?"

Take it easy, take it easy by sturionic

“Tony," Rhodes groans, "I am begging you. Please just explain your thought process to me, man. I want to understand where you’re at.”

“Well, honey bear, it’s simple. Kid needs a home. I have a home. I need another pair of hands to help take care of this baby. The kid has hands.”

“Yeah, okay.” Rhodes rolls his eyes. “You didn’t answer my first question. What makes you think he’ll even want to live with you?”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “I told you,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “Morgan likes him, and he likes Morgan. Plus, we bonded. In space.”

“Okay!” Rhodes throws up his hands in resignation. “Okay. I give up. Whatever. Adopt Spider-Man. Jesus Christ."

Peter survives the Snap only to find he's alone once again, and Tony Stark steps off the Benatar to find James Rhodes holding his month-old daughter with Pepper nowhere in sight. At first it's an arrangement of convenience and mutual grief. Someday, God willing, it might become a family.

The 1 Time Some Avengers Didn't Believe Tony Was Father Material And The 5 Times They Were Proven Wrong by thisisnotourlasthunt for Mrs_Potts_Stark

“Wait. So you're telling me Tony adopted a toddler, just because? Will he even pay attention to the kid? Are you sure this isn’t to boost his reputation after Miami?”

“Well that’s unexpected, I never thought I’d see Tony as a father.”

“In summary, Tony brought a toddler to the tower where literally two spies, a super soldier, occasionally a God, and a Hulk constantly visit and house? What was he thinking?”

“Sure. So what? Is your new job being a nanny or what? Cause I can’t see Tony taking care of a child by himself.”

-*-*-

It didn’t matter what the others said about him, he was going to be the best fucking father to his son.

And I'm Nothing Like You by Chara426

“I say I’m not good with kids But only half of that is true See, I’m just not good No, I’m nothing like you"

Once a month, a random child in the foster care system is selected to spend the day with Tony Stark. It just so happens one month, Peter Parker is the lucky kid.

No Ulterior Motive (REUPLOAD) by ob_liv_ious_writer

When Peter saw a spelling mistake on the Stark Industries website, he decided that he had to fix it, no matter what the consequences could be.

When Tony saw that the hacker that managed to evade him was a reckless, too-skinny foster kid, he decided that he was going to offer him an internship.

No ulterior motives.

Not at all.

(reuploaded because the author is a dumbass - explanation in notes)

The Kid Behind The Mask by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Peter Parker never wanted the Avenger’s to find out his identity – especially Tony Stark and Stephen Strange who had become his mentors/father figures. When a cold snap hit’s New York, Peter finds himself in trouble.

Family Means Nobody Gets Left Behind by punkybunny

"Tony was about to brush it off again, say something about how it was the least he could do. But before he could speak, he heard a small voice timidly asking, "I-Iron man?"

Peering downward, the man spotted who the voice belonged to. A young boy with unruly brown curls and wide eyes stared back at him from a couple feet away. The kid looked very tiny, maybe only four or five years old. "

Aka Tony fosters a young boy named Peter who happens to be a little genius. This is just gonna be a ton of family fluff, maybe a little angst!

#peter parker #spider-man #spider-man no way home #irondad and spiderson #spider-man fics #irondad fics #iron man #peter parker fics #tony stark #tony stark fics #fostered/adopted peter parker

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autumnslance · 3 years

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Rose House Edit for the WIP files please!

WIP Ask Game: Post the names of files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you like.

I’ve maybe realized a chunk of my in progress fics involve people getting it on that I just don’t finish/post for various reasons...A lot of my “Naughty” file fics are really meant more for me to figure out character dynamics, I think

This version is called “Edit” because it’s a draft I mucked with in ProWritingAid for grammar and redundancies way later than I meant to on Monday during maintenance after having @dragons-bones look at the base file. I keep feeling like this fic is “missing” something, but that may be a feature not a bug. Or it needs some pieces for setup and follow up, not to stand alone.

Because “Rose House” is the night in the Sea of Cloud, after Emmanellain’s little misadventure with the Vanu when Bismark’s existence was revealed early in Heavensward. It’s the night Aeryn Regrets because she gave in to emotional turmoil and physical reaction--and then never actually talked to Haurchefant to follow up on how she really felt, or how to otherwise deal with things like adults and then...yeah. Yeah.

Technically it DOES have followup, in “Ache” from the 2020 FFXIV Write, which is Aeryn’s PoV in the immediate aftermath where she realizes she screwed up and this was a Mistake (and also the more recent “Girl Talk” where she tells Lyse what happened). “Rose House” itself, however, is Haurchefant’s PoV of the actual event. If I were going to write this with setup and follow through, it’d be a bit more building up their relationship in Dragonhead and early Ishgard, and then Aeryn avoiding Haurchefant and deflecting Ysayle and Estinien’s teasing/queries (Alphinaud takes a bit to catch on, bless him), and then the fallout of the Vault and how she deals with the Fortemps family afterwards.

But for now, I wrote this to determine how and why things went between them, and while I have a vague idea of the rest, it was deciding “yes this happened” that also determined some things about how her relationship with Thancred ended up working out, and how that was different.

Excerpt under the cut:

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She seemed so small, but he knew her to be stronger than anyone else in the realm. He could feel it in the steadiness of her heartbeat, the warmth of her form—and the tension in her muscles. He shifted behind her and began rubbing and massaging, trying to work some of that tension from her. She made a tired little grunt.

“You mustn’t strain yourself so,” he said in a low voice. This was a repeated conversation; her next words did not surprise him.

“If I don’t, someone else would have to. They may not be able to bear it. I can.”

“Not forever,” he countered. “Not alone.”

She turned to look at him, grey eyes dark. “There is no one else.” There was pain there, and guilt, and he knew she was thinking of the missing Scions again.

“There’s me.” Feeling bold, Haurchefant brushed his lips over her cheek and left a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “I shall always be at your side.”

“No, you won’t,” Aeryn replied. “Not so long as Ishgard needs you, and my journeys take me elsewhere.”

The words stabbed his heart, but he could not deny the truth to them. He was sworn to his nation, his house, his god. He had duties, responsibilities.

And yet.

If she asked—if she invited him beyond Coerthas’ borders, to stand at her side through whatever adventures and dangers she faced—

Aeryn turned abruptly, interrupting his thoughts with another kiss of her own—this one full on his mouth, taking him by surprise. He held her close, melting into her embrace, enjoying this sudden expression of affection. She let out a small noise in response to his hands running along her sides to her hips and he shivered to hear it, his grip tightening further. She pressed even closer, and he was aware suddenly that she was in his lap, legs straddling his thighs, and by the Fury, there was no hiding what that was doing to him.

He pulled away from the kiss, clearing his throat. “While I am...more than happy to see such passion from you, my dear, it does put thoughts in my mind.”

“That’s the idea,” she replied, resting her head on his shoulder, lips brushing his neck.

Haurchefant stilled and took a measured breath. He had to tread carefully here, lest he fall through the snow into a hidden ravine. “And if we were to, perhaps, give action to those ideas…?”

Aeryn was quiet for nearly a minute. “Please,” she finally replied.

Gods, he wanted to throw her down that instant. Instead, he kept his stillness, his measured breath. A knight was always in control. “Why?”

She lifted her head and looked at him, perplexed.

“Why now?” He continued, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. “Believe me, I am more than willing—as you might be able to tell—but...you have always set such boundaries before.”

Aeryn leaned into his touch. “After everything,” she closed her eyes, and he wondered what—or who—she was thinking of. She opened them, and they were as dark as a cloudy night over Dragonhead. “I do not want to have an opportunity and miss it for my own fears. I will have to confront that primal someday, and the bards will make its terrors sound epic. But tonight, I want...simple, safe. You...make me feel safe.”

He drew her closer and kissed her gently as another surge of warmth rushed from his heart. “Very well, my dear. Your wish is my most fervent desire, of course. And should you find it too much, and need to stop—say so, and I shall do naught more than hold you close, or return to mine own chamber, should you command.”

“Haurchefant?”

“Yes?”

“Shh.”

#Final Fantasy XIV #Heavensward #Haurchefant Greystone #Haurchefant x WoL #Aeryn Striker #Lyn Writing #Lyn Prompts #Lyn Meta #WIP #ink-dreams-ffxiv

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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Hairspray pt. 1

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x plus size! female reader

Warning: curse words, body-shaming, things get a lil steamy at the end

Specifics: comedy, angst, fluff, romance, chapter fic, race neutral reader, plus size reader, chubby reader, pictures

People: billy hargrove, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, heather, your dad, your mother, amber (bully, oc)

Words: 4,089

Summary: Based on Bell’s 2.5k Challenge, @acciosnapes. Being rich was tough. Your parents expected so much out of you; they expected you to be perfect. Owning practically all of Hawkins, Indiana; they perceived themselves to be above everyone else. Having that thinking made you alone, as you were not allowed to hang out with people beneath you. 4th of July of 1985 holds the fair for Independence day. You had feelings for a certain bad boy and if luck comes your way you may tell him the truth and who knows maybe he’ll even ask you to the fair. During those moments though, you will have to endure top secret evil science labs and experiments. You will uncover Hawkins secrets, make friends and who knows maybe break a couple of rules.

Authors Note: y/f/n = your father’s name

y/m/n = your mother’s name

this is the first part of the chapter fics hairpsray. this is for a challenge and i love this so much. i love writing confident plus size characters and readers. the aesthetic was made by me and the beginning to the end of this fic i got inspired by hairpsray 2007 by the start of the movie all the way to miss baltimore crabs number. i put an amber in here like the movie and some quotes and dialogue is taken from the movie hairspray, lets see if u guys can figure it out. anywho i love this hope u love it and im so happy i did this challenge there will be more so check out for this series and im excited to show u guys. yay!

The summer of 1985. It was hot and sticky outside. The cicadas singing as they made their way near you home. You were excited. You were going to, no matter who tried to stop you, get a job.

It very well likely might not have made sense to anyone. You were rich. Grew up with a golden spoon in your mouth. You never knew life to be hard. Every little thing was given to you, whether it be toys, dresses, makeup, you had it all. At least thats what your parents thought. Your father was basically equal with the Mayor. The two helped each other out with smart work and of course the dirty work. Y/f/n thought you didn’t know but you sniffed out the clues and put them together. You knew your father was no innocent man. He played his cards right to get this money, not earn it. And y/m/n, just followed your father around like a lost puppy. You could see the kindness in her sometimes but she always listened to your father.

What your parents didn’t know was you were searching for something more important. Something that meant a whole lot to you. Money didn’t matter. You didn’t want that life. You wanted to be independent and be able to make mistakes and live life. Your parents always disciplined you on peers. You were not allowed to be with low lives; people who weren't as successful as your family. But all the friends your parents wanted you to love were snobs and thought so highly of themselves. You wanted to get away from that life. Your whole life was planned out for you. You are forever and always this pretty, perfect sweet girl who follows rules even though sometimes you didn’t feel those things.

You woke up to the sun beating down on your face. You rolled around on your pastel pink king sized bed. Groaning, as you subconsciously hit your alarm clock but noticing you were awoken before its ring.

“Hmm, thats never happened before.”

You stretch as you jump out of bed to start your first day of work. You would never tell your parents. They would never understand and probably make excuses to stop you. You were going to try to get hired at Hawkins Community Pool. It was a risky decision based on your size. You were plus sized and adored it! You felt on top of the world most times and never cared what anyone thought. But there were times where you did get down from comments but you still pushed ahead and loved yourself. You were willing to give the lifeguard gig a chance and there was a plus side. Your crush Billy Hargrove was there. You just hoped you could entice him enough to give you a go.

You scrambled to your feet as you raced to your phone. You dialed your best friend Nancy’s number. You had to keep the relationship a secret. If your parents knew about your friendship they probably would flip. You knew about all the secrets of the kids and Hawkins lab. Nancy felt guilty not telling you so she spilled the beans about everything to you. About Eleven, the monsters, scientists. It sounded unreal but you knew Nancy would never lie to you.

“Hey Nance, are we still on for the mall today?” You asked, twirling the cable with your fingers.

On the other side you could hear Nancy struggling, “yep we’re still on. Sorry I’m running late to my first day of work.”

“Oh yeah its today. What are you gonna be doing again?”

Nancy made a yelp as the phone was muffled, “sorry I just slipped putting on my dress.” Just as Nancy said that you could hear Jonathan’s voice in the background.

“No way!” You squealed. “Did you sleep with Jonathan?”

Nancy giggled, “...sorta...kinda...yeah.”

“You naughty girl!”

“Whatever!”

“Tell him I said hi,” you said.

“Oh my god y/n, you’re unbelievable but I gotta go now.”

“Wait? Are you still coming with me to get my bathing suit?”

“Like I would miss this. Y/n’s first job and pretty much your first time being a independent young lady. Y/n, we’re definitely going to celebrate!” She hanged up the phone and you got dressed for the day.

You went to the living room and turned on the tv. “Good morning Hawkins, Indiana.” The news man and lady said as they raised their morning cup of coffee to the viewers.

You skipped around the kitchen finding something to eat. Humming a tune you couldn’t get out of your head as it was a song you made up.

“I love you Hawkins, and someday when I take to the world, the worlds gonna wake up see. Hawkins and me,” you sang as you were stopped by your father.

“Why are you so jumpy this morning?” He wore a scowl on his face.

You shrugged, “nothing in particular dad.” You kissed him on the cheek. Your mother walked in swatting your hand as you were about to make breakfast for yourself.

“The maids can get it honey,” she said as the maid ran in and got started in cooking you your favorite.

You rolled your eyes as you got your bag, “you know I think I’ll just eat on the road. I’ll pick up something on the side.”

“Honey, make sure its nothing greasy,” your mother said. “You have to try to back away from foods, remember.”

“You remind me everyday mother.” Your parents always pointed out the fact that you were bigger than most girls your age. They always tried to put you on diets and workouts but nothing worked. It didn’t work because you didn’t want it to work. You were totally fine with your body and wish they could see what you saw.

Finishing the rest of your corn dog from the food court you awaited on Nancy by the store. Checking your time you knew Nancy was supposed to be here.

“C’mon Nance, where are you?”

Finally she showed up from around the corner. Her hair all disheveled. It looks as if she was rushed.

“Hey there best friend...you okay?” You asked, hugging her as she came up.

She waved your question off. “It can wait. So what are you thinking of getting? Whats your vision?”

“Well,” you said as you entered into the tiny shop. Women of all sizes were there but you can see the look of disappointment on many of the bigger girls faces. There was barely anything there for them. You looked through the clearance for “Big Girls” it read on the sign. “since I have to make a good impression, I’m going to wear something sexy but also professional. I don’t want to look like no stripper.”

Nancy chuckled, “right. Also isn’t this swimsuit for only this time cause you have to wear their red one while you work there.”

“Correct. Like I said though I want them to see I am trying and I am not going to half-as* it.”

“How bout this one?” Nancy said as she brought out a blue one. It had sequins on it; very beautiful. But it was too sexual. The breast area was very much wide and open. The back showed too much butt. “What do you think about this?”

“Don’t get me wrong its super pretty but like I said; I need to look professional. Plus there’s gonna be kids there.”

“I gotcha. Sorry I maybe just want everyone to pass out when they see my friend.”

“Oh I bet everyone will, even if I don’t wear anything sexual. They’re probably gonna be like agghhh an earthquake when they see me walking in and I’ll respond like, you bet b*tch.”

Nancy laughed.

“How bout this one?” You pulled out a Hawaiian one. It was pretty but more for old ladies and it was boring.

“Okay yeah sure...for my nana!”

“Well how do you know me and your nana don’t have the same taste?”

“Look you need something more than that. Like you said, making a statement.”

You bit your lip, “man this harder than I thought. I’m kind scared to be honest about doing this. Like I think the last time I ever got this scared was when they announced the new coke.”

Nancy tried her hardest to hold back a giggle, “why are you scared?”

“Picture this, what if a stranger hands me a blunt and you know I’m curious by nature and I accept it? What in the world will Billy think? He’ll probably think I’m like a druggie 24/7!”

“First off, that is the oddest situation I’ve ever heard of. Second, is this your weird way of saying what if Billy doesn’t like you?”

“No I know he’ll like me sexually but I mean platonically. What if he doesn’t want to be like a normal couple and hang out? What if he’s ashamed to be with me? These are good questions.”

Nancy held your hand, “than he’s the jerk I always thought him to be and you’re too good for him.”

You nodded, “I mean I’m too good for him now but in that moment, if he’s a d*ck then I will be 10 times better than him. So any ways...how was work?”

Nancy rolled her eyes and looks down, “I kinda don’t want to talk about it.”

“What? What happened? Am I gonna have to slap a b*tch?” You became territorial and overprotective of your friend.

“No, no, no its just, the men at work sorta treat me like I’m dumb and that I’m not really of use to this type of work. I guess cause they see me as a woman they think they can take advantage of me. They make fun of myey/n. In front of everyone. Its bull sh*t.” Nancy almost looked as if she wanted to cry.

“Hey its okay. This is your first day. People are going to be jack as*es but you listen to me. Whenever any one has talked about me differently or made fun of me because of my weight or whatever I either laugh with them, ignore them, or say something smart back to them. There are ways that we women can stand up for ourselves without having to insult or hurt someone physically.”

“Its just easier said than done. But I’ve got a lead. A lady called me today about diseased rats. I think that maybe this is my chance to be a journalist like I’ve always wanted to be.”

You clapped her on the back, “atta girl. You take that chance. You take it right in your hand and never let it go. No matter what they tell, or do to you; you have the right, the power. Use it Nancy. Use your voice.”

Nancy smiled and picked out an orange swimsuit. You didn’t care if people called you an actual orange; all you saw was perfection.

“How bout this one y/n?”

“Thats the one Nancy. Its perfect!”

“Hey pancake y/n and Nancy drew,” Amber, your arch nemesis. The bully, the b*tch of the town walked up to you two. Her high heels clicked as they met with the floor. Her skirt was so short you could almost see her goodies from up high. Her makeup was too overdone and her blonde hair was as perfect as Tom Cruise’s abs. She snickered as she saw you hold up your swimsuit to pay. “And you’re gonna wear that? Where are you going? To the Hawkins pool?”

“Yes as a matter of fact I am. Thanks for you looking out for me...Amber.” You said as you walked right by her; nudging her lightly. “Now I don’t wanna get there late so if you excuse me-”

“Oh sorry, too skinny of a space?”

“Amber-” Nancy started but you waved a hand out to her.

“No its okay Nance. She’s right, it was too skinny for my delicious body.” You shrugged.

Amber motioned closer to you. Her foot stepping on yours. “Are you going to the pool to see Billy?”

You almost forgot. Rumor had it that Amber was going to try all Summer to get with Billy but so far you heard he was single and you sure as he*l were not going to miss the opportunity.

“Well I mean I will see him whether I want to or not. He kind works there.”

“I’m not talking about that fat-a*s. I’m saying are you doing all this. Wanting to work there just because he’s there?”

“Wow Amber! I didn’t realize you were my mother. Congratulations! Now shall I tell you about all my business?”

Amber snarled, “I swear to God if you try anything with Billy I will hunt you down. If you think for a moment that he would ever like someone like you? You are completely and utterly stupid. Know your place and be careful... you might stop traffic in that.” Amber chuckled as she walked away. Her butt swaying as she tried to show you she was better than you.

“Yeah well I have a better a*s than you!”

Nancy shook her head as she led you to the register, “C’mon y/n, lets just go.”

Did that little interaction ever stop you?

Never! You still went with your plan. Get this job in order to get your Billy. It was plain and simple. And also to prove to yourself and your parents that you can do things on your own and you didn’t need anyone.

Nancy dropped you off. You got changed in the bathroom and knew it just turned into Billy’s shift. You met with the other kids at the front desk. As they saw you they laughed. “Well, well, well if it isn’t y/n l/n, the rich girl. What can we do you for?”

As you were about to speak one of the boys put his hand up, “I’m sorry but we don’t have any gold bars here at the moment. Maybe you’ll have to ask the President of the United States.”

You glared at the boy and were silent. The boy thought he broke you and you acted very suspicious. Suddenly you laughed, “yeah well maybe I’ll go ask your dad since he seems to pay me every time I’m with him.” You of course knew it wasn’t true. You had never even slept with anyone before heck with his dad. It was all for games.

The others hollered out loudly at your come back and the boy stood back flushed.

“Now I want to work here and I think I deserve a resume. I see your sign that you are hiring so what do I have to do here folks?” You clapped your hands.

A girl named Heather walked by and heard your conversation. “Y/n, right?”

“Thats me.” You shook her hand.

“Awesome, yeah I remember your call. You wanted a job here?”

“Correct again.”

“Well around here we do things differently. In order to get the job we need to see your walk.”

“My what?”

“Your walk.” The other teens tried to stifle their laughter. “Thats the most important step. We need to see how you walk in order to get to your post.”

“Oh okay for a minute I thought you wanted me to walk on water or something.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “No. I need to see how you do and then we can talk and I can give you a resume.”

“Wait. You’re the one who conducts the interviews around here and stuff like that?”

Heather nodded. Lying.

“Cool so when do I start the walk?”

“Now!” Heather pushed you into the open.

“Oh okay,” you were shy at first but then conducted yourself. The sun shone on your skin deliciously making your skin glow. You looked at your surroundings. A lot of kids. A chubby kid running, which you knew was a no-no. The other side, near Billy was, “Mrs. Wheeler? What in the world is she doing looking at Billy like that?” You felt anger erupt within you. Yes, you were a little jealous. Even though their relationship was extremely wrong you still felt jealous. You proceeded to walk. Not caring if anything budged out, jiggled, nothing. You felt sexy, beautiful and that’s all that mattered.

You shook your hips as you walked up to the chair. You had talked to Billy before but never a full out conversation. It was little ones. Billy stood right by the chair, talking to Mrs. Wheeler. As you showed up Billy looked at you straight in the eye. You bit your lip winking at him. Billy then looked all over you, raising his brow. He licked his lips.

“Hi y/n,” he said all suave; putting his hand out to stop Mrs. Wheeler’s conversation, interrupting her.

“Hi Billy, hello Mrs. Wheeler.”

Mrs. Wheeler seemed angry so she sat back down in the sun.

“Well, well, well, what are you doing here?” Billy asked as he leaned against the lifeguard chair.

“Well I heard y’all were hiring. I saw in the newspaper that they’re making another lifeguard here, coinciding with the first one of course. Heard it gets hectic around here.”

Billy chewed on a toothpick as he came closer to you, smirking. His eyes seeming almost a sea green when it hit the sun. “Yeah it sure does get hectic around here, but I think with you around; things will get more hectic. Trust me.”

“Will it be by your doing?” You got closer as well. Playing his games.

“I don’t know, might be.”

“Got any more bigger girls like me around here?”

“No just the one and only you.”

“Oh so you were looking?” You didn’t mind that he called you bigger or when someone called you fat. It was the truth and you learned to love those words.

“Is that a bad thing?” Billy asked as his eyes scanned all over you once more. His eyes became lustful.

“No, I mean you might as well learn what a real woman looks like. I guess I’ll be making history around here. Y/n l/n, the first lifeguard that is really and surely a-”

“Whole lotta woman,” Billy said as his voice came out raspy and more of a moan.

Your knees were becoming weak. “Thats right.”

“Alright miss making history. Why do you want this job? Aren’t your parents rich? Doesn’t your dad work with the mayor?”

“Yep but I feel as a young lady, I need to learn and live.”

“Don’t worry you’ll learn all those things here; I’ll make sure I’ll teach you.” Billy said as he touched your arm, sending electricity coursing through your veins.

“So Billy Hargrove will be my lifeguard teacher, huh? Not bad. But...will you ever need to punish me?”

Billy looked shocked as you said that and laughed. He inched closer to you until his plump lips landed on your ear, “only when you’re being a bad girl.”

It took everything out of you not to moan right there. You coughed as you tried to act natural again. Billy got you good.

“Bashful much?”

“More like turned on,” you muttered not knowing Billy heard as he smiled wide. You turned around and walked straight back to Heather. Your a*s shaking a lot as you walked back making Billy almost have a heart attack. There was no way he was going to go through summer without you.

“So how’d I do?” You questioned Heather. Excited to hear the news.

“Well...it was okay.”

“Okay?”

“You weren’t supposed to talk to anyone yet.”

“Um, its a community pool. Everyone's talking.” You said.

“No we mean when you were talking to Billy. You see a lot of the girls here like him. And we can’t have you jeopardizing their chances and scaring Billy if you know what I mean.” Heather said as she winced.

Billy had wanted to hear the news about you working here and stood nearby; hearing the whole conversation.

Your eyes widened, “no I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean?”

“Its just with your rich parents and well your weight for another thing we feel as its just too much...stuff for this job requirement.”

“So you’re basically saying I’m too fat and rich for a small summer job?”

Heather tried not to laugh as the other kids in the office did. You rolled your eyes. “And all this walk and stuff, that was fake too I suppose.”

Heather couldn’t control herself. She bursted out laughing. “You’re totally right! And you fell for it!”

You tried your hardest not to let them get to you. Not to cry. But it was difficult. They embarrassed you, hurt your feelings, rejected you because of your weight and life. You felt like you could get nowhere with them.

You smiled, “thank you for your time guys.”

“Whatever!” Heather waved you off.

Billy on the other hand was furious. He knew what it mean to be treated differently and to be hurt. He wanted to stand up for you but he was scared he would lose his job.

You walked away and Billy walked up to Heather. “Hey, why do you have to be so cruel?”

“Says the guy who literally bullys everyone. What makes y/n any different?”

“Maybe its because she’s not a b*tch. Like some people are.” Billy walked away to get back to work but he could not for the life of him stop thinking about you. You clouded his brain all day.

You walked home. Thinking about all that was said to you today. You had high hopes of getting the job but now you didn’t know where to go. Crashing onto your bed you cried onto your pillow. Your mother was out shopping with a group of her rich friends and your father was helping the Mayor out with the 4th of July fair. They didn’t care how you felt that day. When someone hurt you. They only cared about themselves.

Your phone rang and it was Nancy. You sniffled your tears, wiping your face, “hello Nance. Whats up?”

“Hey y/n oh my god you’re not going to believe it! I got a lead on the rats! Me and Jonathan went to go check it out at Mrs. Driscoll. She showed us her basement and all the fertilizer bags had holes in them from the rats. She said that maybe they had rabies and wanted us to notify the public but y/n when I got a good look at these rats it was not like the norm.”

“What do you mean?” You sat up.

“What I mean is that these rats were like having a convulsion. They were acting really strange. Like crazy, I’m gonna investigate more tomorrow and then maybe just maybe the guys at my work will actually take me seriously.”

“You show them! But be careful okay, I don’t want you or Jonathan to loose your jobs. Pursue this story your way.”

“Thanks. Hey what about you? How did things go for your lifeguard summer adventure? And what about Billy? Oh my god did he see you that? He probably had such a big boner-”

“Nancy!” You started to cry again. “I didn’t get the job.”

“What the h*ll do you mean? Do I have to smack a b*tch?”

You chuckled lightly, “no its nothing like that or what I mean is theres nothing you can do. I went in and they pranked me and called me names and pretty much made fun of me saying that I couldn’t work there because I was rich and fat.”

“So? Who the h*ll cares? Jesus, I hate people.”

“Me too, but never you.” You sighed.

“You know what you do?”

“What Nancy? I tried everything-”

“You try again! Go tomorrow and wear their attire their red swimsuits and show them that you are not playing around. Make them see that you are the woman for the job. You are an amazing person y/n, show them and show Billy.”

You wiped your tears away and got the boost you needed. “You’re right Nance, thanks. I’m gonna keep trying until I have done all that I can.”

“Yeah and if not there is a new mall that you could work at and really anywhere. People would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Nancy. You always know how to make me feel better.” You hanged up the phone and got a good nights rest for the next day where you would try your hardest to achieve something you so badly wanted.

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minuete-blog · 5 years

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I’ve been so absorbed in reading angsty dark romance novels that I feel like I’ve been neglecting this awesome fandom. I wanna say I’m trying to perfect my angst writing, but who am I kidding? M&S create the angst themselves.

Takes place right after “All Souls” and the end of the Emily Arc (which I still hate and can’t stand to watch although My Struggle Arc is pretty damning)

Tagging @today-in-fic

Cluelessness

I couldn’t say I felt lighter once I stepped out of the confessional booth, but I could now hold onto my faith: my belief that I would see Emily again someday in Heaven. The afternoon sun causes momentary blindness as my eyes adjust to the sudden change in brightness once I exit the church to head to my car. I blink several times still standing at the entrance until I notice his figure leaning against a tree less than 10 yards away from me. Mulder. How did he know I was here? I make my way towards him as he straightens himself away from the tree.

“How did your session go?” he asks once I am near. I let out a huff.

“Confessionals aren’t sessions, Mulder.” I see an upturn of his lips, though his teasing manner didn’t reach his eyes, which are filled with sympathy. I swallow back a lump forming in my throat and focus my gaze on his tie that is always askew. “How long have you been out here?”

He shrugs. “Not that long.”

“You could’ve sat in one of the pews inside while you were waiting.” Another shrug.

“I think I’ve reached my quota for the year. I don’t want your God to smite me for desecrating his place with sunflower seeds.” I look down and notice the empty shells surrounding him as if it were to act as a circle of salt to guard him against whatever sanctity resides in the church. I let out another huff as I start to walk to the parking lot with Mulder beside me matching my stride.

“The case remains open pending the arrest of Aaron Starkey,” Mulder says after a beat or two of silence between us minus the sounds of our shoes hitting the pavement.

“We’re not going to find him. Aaron Starkey doesn’t exist,” I reply quickly with as much certainty as I felt at the police station. I feel Mulder’s gentle grip on my left elbow as he turns me to face him. His hazel eyes flicker left-to-right as he searches for answers I’m trying to convey through my eyes. Answers that he is unwilling to believe. We are at an impasse.

His hand migrates from my elbow to my shoulder, mirroring the stance we had days ago at the station. I recall that moment with so much clarity that I fear to acknowledge its significance, but the emotions quickly tumble back. A flash of anger that surged within me at his clueless remark about me being so vulnerable and easily manipulated, followed by the hurt when I admitted to Mulder that I saw Emily. I couldn’t blame Mulder for his cluelessness when I was the one that trained him to take “I’m fine” at face value. It was my way of stonewalling people emotionally, barricading myself from an entourage of emotions that I would see play out on their faces: distress, sympathy, disappointment. This man before me who believes in the mystical and legends, who drops everything and pursues evidence of extraterrestrial life, who can make apologetics weep at his biblical knowledge, does not believe what I believe occurred with this case.

I know that Mulder could see my attempt to keep my emotions in check as I try to turn away from his discerning gaze, but the same hand moves up to cup my cheek, his long fingers splay out to where his fourth and pinky fingers could feel the erratic pulse against my neck as my breath hitches. He leans in hovering over me as I willed my hands to remain still despite the urge to place them on his chest to push him away, to give me back my personal space he so often invades. His touch that usually grounds me feels heavy as if I’m shackled.

“Scully...” he trails off, his eyes look pained as if he knows he is the cause of my current emotional state. Without breaking eye contact, my hand reaches up to cover his upon my cheek.

“Have you finished drafting your side of the report for this case?” I ask as I pry his hand away from my face, letting his hand drop away. He worries his bottom lip as his eyes become like lost-puppy eyes. He shakes his head as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“No. I’m going to sign off on your report. It was your case from the very beginning, Scully. I was merely along for the ride,” he answers. He’s offering an olive branch in a Mulderish roundabout way, and I know that I should just take it, but I can’t seem to let this issue go.

“Why do you belittle me when it comes to my faith, Mulder?” He looks at me with disbelief.

“I see what misplaced zeal could do all in the name of God Almighty, but for you to think that I’m belittling you for your beliefs tells me I need to do a better job at expressing my faith in you. I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt yourself.”

“Right,” I breathe out as I finally tear my eyes away from his gaze.

I am about to turn away when he says, “I respect our journey together, Scully. Always.”

An echo of long ago, when I doubted my abilities to help him with the Pfaster case. My eyes well up with tears that I force myself to withhold. Mulder sees it though. He can see the brightness of my blue eyes as he clears his throat and starts to walk towards the parking lot ahead of me.

“Come on, Scully. Let’s head back to the office. The report isn’t going to draft itself.”

#His And Her Angst Series #Season 5 #Emily Arc #post-All Souls #I wrote a thing #my ficlet #cluelessness

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team-free-squiggle · 6 years

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I Am Not Afraid To Keep On Living

I had no clue that I could write so much Polysanders but hey I ain’t complaining. I hope you all are enjoying reading these as much as I am enjoying writing them.

Oh, and guys - please feel free to request something. Shoot me an ask or something, they’re open. If you want a particular ship, or have an idea, I will gladly write it for you.

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Anyway, here we go!

Oh and btw, this is actually hella long. Like, probably the length of a decent sized chapter in a long book.

It was meant to be a one-shot - short but sweet.

I have no clue how this happened, but I like it. So please, read on!

Summary: Virgil is super into My Chemical Romance, so to cheer him up and show him how much they appreciate him, the other Sides come up with the idea (even though they’re not into it nearly as much), to take him to a concert (this is in the mindscape by the way, it’s not a human AU).

This is after the video where Virgil reveals his name, but not too recent, because reasons of Virgil being surprised and not being quite as comfortable with them yet as he would become in the future.

Also, they aren’t dating (yet... you’ll see).

Type: A really long fic that has the possibility of sequels

Characters: Logan Sanders, Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Thomas Sanders, and My Chemical Romance

Pairings: Polysanders

Warnings: literally nothing, just the fact that MCR is in this

Roman, Logan, and Patton were plotting. They knew that Virgil had been feeling more anxious than usual, as of late. After the Accepting Anxiety videos and the , Fitting In video, he honestly needed a break.

Virgil wasn’t used to feeling wanted, which the others (especially Patton, bless his heart) felt super bad about. The original three sides honestly cared a lot about their fourth, more than any of them had known, and wanted to make him happy. But how?

This question led them to Thomas. They decided to make a video out of it, but without Anxiety as this was going to be a surprise. Thomas was more than willing to let them help, of course, and he watched as they talked about what to do.

Roman pouted - he was the creative one, and couldn’t come up with any ideas. “C’mon, Princey, think” ended up sort of becoming his catchphrase in this video.

Logan was logic, so he knew they had to do something that Virgil would actually want to do. He said as much, and the others totally agreed. Then came the problem of ‘wait, shit, what does Virgil even actually like??’

Luckily for them, Thomas had been paying attention to that one.

“Well, in the first video he was in, at the very end, Virgil said to Roman something about My Chemical Romance?” Thomas wondered aloud, not fully remembering the details. Roman, however, did remember.

“Yeah, he said I was jealous ‘cause he had just been to a MCR concert. He looked happy about it too, so...” Roman trailed off as Patton jumped into the conversation.

“GUYS, THAT’S WHAT WE CAN DO!” Patton exclaimed, Logan having to remind Patton to breathe as he began to get overexcited. Patton calmed down as much as he could, before answering the others’ unspoken questions.

“We could hold an MCR concert in the mindscape!” Patton clapped, Roman nodding enthusiastically as Logan considered the idea. Thomas smiled, looking at Logan with a raised eyebrow to see if there were actually any disadvantages to their idea. Logan smiled, small but real, telling the others that (logically, of course) it was a brilliant idea.

Thomas had them all sink down, waving goodbye as they left the real world to travel back into their home.

They were quiet, so as not to wake the still sleeping Virgil, and got everything ready that they needed to.

~~ small time skip, to after preparations to where Virgil wakes up ~~

It felt like weeks, but had really only been about 12 hours that Virgil was asleep. That was 12 more hours than he was used to getting, and honestly? It had done him wonders.

Virgil felt well enough to actually try and dress decently today. He put on an MCR shirt - one of his “Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge” t-shirts - his now signature purple hoodie over it, some black ripped jeans, and took a look in the mirror.

Most of the time, Virgil hated his reflection. He always thought he was too skinny, or pale, or something else that he knew wasn’t true but still felt anxious about. Today, though, was different.

He put on black winged eyeliner as well as the deep black (and also somewhat deep purple now) eyeshadow under his eyes. He felt that today, he looked good, and he smiled at himself in the mirror. This jacket, this newfound confidence, it was all proof that he was beginning to be accepted and that maybe someday, he could consider himself loved.

Maybe someday, the others would love him the way Virgil knows that he has a huge crush on all three of them. And sure, that’s high hopes. but Virgil felt hopeful today.

So he walked downstairs, surprisingly not seeing anyone but Patton there. Patton noticed Virgil as he cooked breakfast, smiling and handing the Anxious side some tea he had had the foresight to make.

“Thanks, Pat.” Virgil smiled warmly, making Patton’s heart flutter. Little did Virgil know, but Patton had had a crush on him, Roman, and Logan ]since what felt like forever. This idea of his, Virgil’s surprise, could just be the closest he would ever get to a date with the three people he cared about most in the world.

Roman and Logan came down somewhat soon thereafter, around the same time. They both smiled at Virgil as they sat next to him on either side, Patton sitting opposite Virgil after he finished getting breakfast onto the table.

They ate, Virgil somewhat shy. But the other three did their best to include him in the conversations, specifically trying not to exclude him from anything any more. Virgil noticed this, of course - none of them were exactly subtle -. and he appreciated it enormously.

That’s when they told Virgil that they had a surprise for him. His anxiety kicked in a little, but only to the point of keeping Virgil slightly on his toes. They led him to the imagination, and what Virgil saw nearly had him in tears of amazement and happiness.

The others would never forget just how happy Virgil had looked when he had seen what they had done for him. Gerard Way smiled down at the four, before they all heard the first notes of ‘Welcome to the Black Parade.’

My Chemical Romance played all of Virgil’s favorite songs and then some. It was an amazing day of his life. And then something even better happened.

Gerard Way spoke to the crowd. “I need someone to help me sing this next song.” He was looking over the entire audience, but his gaze landed on Virgil, who was stunned when he smiled and nodded.

Virgil jumped up, really wanting to sing with his favorite band. Despite his social anxiety, it was something he had always dreamed of doing, and so his sheer excitement overruled the nervousness.

“What’s your name?” The band asked, smiling as though they already knew.

Virgil was fanboying at about the same level as when Princey got to be in a Disney show, so it was quite hard to talk. But, he managed it anyway, because hello he was talking to My Chemical Romance.

Oh my god, he was literally talking to My Chemical Romance.

“My name.. it’s Virgil.” He half-whispered, slightly more shy than usual. But he was still excited, and smiling, and honestly couldn’t wait to sing whatever song they had in mind.

Gerard smiled warmly at him. He could sense the excitement, and consulted the other band members on what they would sing. The others agreed with his suggestion that they should let Virgil pick, and told him as much.

Virgil whispered his suggestion, so the crowd (including the other Sides), would all be surprised. MCR nodded, smiling, and Virgil got to stand right next to Gerard freaking Way as he began the song.

“Now I know, that I can’t make you stay. But where’s your heart? But where’s, your...”

Virgil smiled softly at the sounds of Patton cheering softly below him, smiling at his family as he sang one of his (many) favorite MCR songs.

Gerard was singing along with him, of course, but let Virgil take over the lead and joined the backgrounds at the chorus.

“I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone! Honey, if you stay, I’ll be forgiven! Nothing you can say will stop me going home!”

He sang it as loud as he could, trying to let the sides know. He wanted to be with them, he felt at home when he was with them. And it was okay, if they didn’t want him around. They didn’t ever have to feel guilty, if that was the case. But if they would allow him, he would stay. After all, as Virgil had realized a while ago, he loved them.

Virgil felt some of his anxiety slip away and hope flare within him as he saw Patton, Logan, and Roman staring at him in awe and smiling. On occasion, they would cheer, leaving an even brighter smile on Virgil’s face each time they did.

Then came the part that Virgil really wanted to sing right, really wanted to let them know how he feels.

“I see you lying next to me. With words I thought I’d never speak... awake, and unafraid. Asleep, or dead!”

He sang out his heart, and he swore that even the deaf heard him. He looked down, towards the boys he loved, and saw them gently wiping at their eyes as they all clapped for him.

“I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone! Honey, if you stay, I’ll be forgiven! Nothing you can say can stop me going home!”

Virgil finished, strong and proud, and got the standing ovation he deserved for it. He made his way back to his seat (albeit after getting to hug the whole band), not daring to even look at the others on the way down for the fear he’d make a huge fool of himself.

Gerard quieted the crowd as best he could, stating that they had had a special request for someone to come up on stage and ask someone else something. After that, they would sing their last song, but not before.

To Virgil’s utter surprise, all three of his crushes got up. They went on stage, all automatically knowing that the audience of the mindscape was super accepting of everything. In other words, no one would hate them for being gay and poly here.

MCR stepped back, letting the Sides take the stage.

“We wanted to ask Virgil, whom you all just saw up here, something important.” Roman was the one who started, smiling at Virgil before nodding to Logan.

“A few facts about us, Virgil, that you may not know; number one, we are all poly.” Logan gestured to himself and the other two on stage. “Number two, the three of us want to date each other.”

Virgil felt disappointed. Of course he was happy that they would always have each other, but... he wished that he, too, could be apart of their family.

“The three of us also want to date you.” They smiled at him, nervous but warm. Virgil was taken aback, worried that this was all going to be a trick and he would wake up sad and angry with himself for going along with it.

Patton, of course, sensed this turmoil, and bounced off the stage. He brought Virgil back onto the stage, holding his hands.

“It’s true, and believe me, I’m the heart. I know how you feel, Verge, and I want you to know that we all feel the same way, kiddo.” Patton smiled. He was rarely entirely serious - I mean, he’s not the one with the necktie - but this was one of those times.

Virgil looked at the three of them surrounding him with hope and happiness and warmth, and love. He was needed, he was wanted. Virgil Sanders was loved by the people he loved.

Once he realized this, all it took was the utterance of a single word.

“Yes.”

Roman cheered, picking Virgil up and spinning him Disney Princess style. Patton fist - pumped the air, smiling widely and hugging the anxious side. Logan kind of held out his arms awkwardly, Virgil smiling and practically running into them.

The entire audience awwed and clapped, MCR doing the same before telling them to let them finish the concert. Everyone laughed, the Sides all blushed, and they held hands the rest of the night.

To be honest, Roman would later think, that MCR concert was the best thing he’s ever done.

Logan would analyze some of the moments where Virgil looked truly happy, to try and find (or make) a suitable collection of My Chemical Romance songs for Virgil that would remind him of the concert. After all, logically, they should all want to remember that night, right?

Logan wasn’t wrong on that.

For days later, Patton would decorate home made sugar cookies with different MCR album logos or symbols, each one getting scarfed down after a huge round of praise for how good they always looked (and afterwards, tasted).

Virgil was just giddy. He had his boyfriends, and had gotten to sing at a concert with one of his favorite bands ever.

The concert had been a really good idea, and the sides were all enjoying life together, as a true family.

But then Virgil had an idea.

What if, say, a concert for Logan’s favorite band was happening soon...?

Wonder if we’ll ever find out.

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(All)

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#sanders sides #lamp #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #fluff #oneshot

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kleinmemes · 6 years

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More Than A Friend (Jared Kleinman x Fem!Reader)

ok this is my first fic ever yall……… bear with me……….. wrote it right after i watched the DEH bootleg for the first time bc i was in a Jared Mood™ lmao

ok lets do this

Summary: After Evan snapped at him, Jared is left wondering if he was right about what he said - did he really have any friends? He was sure Evan hated him right now, but the thought of (Y/N), who he knew since he was a child, hating him too hurt more than he was willing to admit. That night, in the (Y/L/N)-Kleinman family dinner, he would find out that, for the girl, he really wasn’t a friend - but more than that.

Warnings: Bad writing?? No proof-reading at all?? OOC Jared?? Also swearing.

Words: 1829 (it was supposed to be a short fic, holy shit)

This was the last straw for him. How could Evan do that? Just straight up say that he had no friends other than him to talk to? God, he was so full of it. Jared had many friends. He had… well… (Y/N)? She was his friend… or maybe not. What if she just hung with him because of her family?

The thought hurt him more than expected. What if (Y/N) just wasn’t really his friend? He always assumed they were best pals, but what if she only saw him as the annoying family friend who she is obligated to hang out with just because of her parents? He squeezed his eyes shut. No, it couldn’t be. (Y/N) was a very direct and sincere person, if she hated him she’d say so. But the doubt still lingered in the back of Jared’s head. He couldn’t bear to think that she couldn’t stand him, in reality. The mere thought - or, more accurately, the self-assured fact - that she didn’t return his feelings already hurt him enough, just imagining that not even their friendship was a real thing was… too much. He harshly opened the front door of the Kleinman household.

“Jared, honey!” His mom immediately shouted, poking her head from the kitchen. “You’re early today! Weren’t you staying at Evan’s to do some schoolwork?”

“Yeah, not anymore.” He answered, balling his fists.

“What happened, baby?” Mrs. Kleinman worriedly asked, cleaning her hands on her apron.

“Nothing, mom.” He answered quickly, running for the stairs. “I’m going up to my room, please don’t bother me.”

“Alright, Jared…” his mom answered, with a sad tone to her voice, sensing there was something wrong with the boy. “Just don’t forget today we have family dinner with the (Y/L/N)s!”

“How could I…” he muttered o himself.

Jared entered his room and shut the door behind him. Taking a deep breath and trying to sort out his feelings, he headed towards the bed, throwing himself on it and burying his head in the pillows. Then came the tears. It wasn’t something conscious, that he decided to do in order to better deal with his feelings. The tears just came. Evan was right. Not about him only talking to the kind boy because he had no other friends, no - even though he insisted that Evan was “just a family friend”, his platonic feelings towards him were sincere. Jared always had a hard time with opening up about what he felt - when younger, he was always teased by his male classmates for being too emotional, which ended up in him masking whatever he felt, lying about the true intensity of his feelings to avoid mockery. No, what hit him hard in Evan’s words was the detail: “you have no other friends”. Besides Evan and (Y/N), did he really have any friends? He did talk to Alana sometimes. And Mike from Physics.

“God, I’m so pathetic.” he thought.

Evan was right. Besides the two family friends, he had no one. He was absolutely alone. And now, after this whole fiasco, he didn’t even know if his only two friends were really his friends.

He squeezed his eyes shut yet again, feeling the hot tears spilling all over his face.

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(Y/N) waited on the porch of the Kleinman household alongside her parents. Family dinner nights were probably the worst thing in the world �� or they would be, if it wasn’t for Jared. The thought of the dorky boy made her crack a small smile. God, she truly was developing feelings for him, wasn’t she? Turns out all the “we are going to get married someday!” jokes were not really jokes for the girl anymore. A light blush spread over her cheeks with the thought of getting married to Jared. “Gosh, a bit straightforward, no?” she thought to herself. “It’s not like he even feels the same about you. (Y/N) Kleinman does have a certain appeal to it, though…”

“Oh, welcome, friends!” The front door opened itself suddenly, revealing Mr. Kleinman and shaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts. She didn’t even hear her parents ring the doorbell.

“Come in, come in!” Mrs. Kleinman said, emerging out of the kitchen with a tray of appetizers on hand. “I got us some little snacks to get started!”

“Good, we’ve brought the wine!” her father proudly announced.

“Well, honey, it’s adult drinking time now.” Her mother winked. “Why don’t you go find Jared?”

“Oh, that would be great!” Mrs. Kleinman beamed. “He seemed kind of out of it today. Maybe you could try talking to him, (Y/N/N)? You know how he’s fond of you.”

(Y/N) blushes lightly at these words. “Alright, I’ll try…” she muttered.

“Good, he’s in his room upstairs.” Mr. Kleinman announced.

The girl ran up the stairs with practiced ease, her hair flowing behind her. Standing in front of Jared’s room, she knocked on the door lightly.

“Mom, I thought I told you to leave me alone.” she heard him weakly say, from the other side of the door. Was he… crying?

“It’s (Y/N).” She said, sweetly. “Can I come in?”

Silence. Then, after some time she heard a small, weak “No.”

“Well, fuck off, I’m going in anyway.” She announced, slightly irritated. He never tried to keep her away from him before.

“(Y/N), I swear to God—“ he stopped mid sentence as she swung the door open, sending the wheeled chair he was using to block it across the room. “… Screw the no keys rule.”

The girl smiled slightly.

“C’mon, Jared. You know we can’t take the risk of you locking yourself up in your room and jerking off all day.” She joked.

“I wish I was just jerking off right now.” He said, voice muffled by the pillows he just buried his head in.

(Y/N) closed the door softly, proceeding to sit next to him on bed.

“Your mom said you were out of it today.” She said, stroking the boy’s hair. “What’s up?”

A moment of silence. She continued to run her nimble fingers through her friend’s hair.

“(Y/N), be frank with me” Jared finally said.

“How can I be Frank if I am (Y/N)?” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“First of all — fuck off. Second of all, this is serious.” Her smile dropped as he lifted his face off the pillows. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying, his face stained with the salty trail of the tears he shed. “Do you consider me your friend?”

Despite herself, she laughed at the question.

“What kind of worry is that, you nerd?” She giggled.

Jared’s eyes became glassy with newly formed tears.

“I knew it. You find me pathetic.” He whimpered.

“Of course not—“ Her words were interrupted by those coming like a wave from the boy besides her, who now faced her directly, tears streaming freely down his face.

“I’m just… Jared Kleinman. The family friend. The annoying. The huge pain in the ass you’re stuck with. Evan was right, I don’t have any friends. I’m a huge dick to everyone because I can’t manage to put my real feelings out there, I try too hard to be funny, I’m just a huge ass nerd full of delusions who thinks he’s way too cool.”

“Jared, that’s not true at all—“

“And then there’s you. God, there’s you. You and your pretty face, your perfect smile, you social skills, someone who is loved by everyone and doesn’t even have to try hard. You’re way out of my league. I can’t believe I thought I had any chance of even being friends with you.”

“Hold on. Did you just say I’m pretty?” (Y/N) flushed a deep red.

Jared sat there, his mouth agape, registering what he just said. Then he threw his hands up.

“Oh, fuck it. (Y/F/N), I fucking love you. I don’t even know how long ago I started feeling this, I just know I do. Everything you do is perfect and amazing, and your smile is absolutely breathtaking. You’re breathtaking. Your hair. Your eyes. Your body. God, your body. You’re always talking about how ugly and clumsy and weird you are, and all I want to do whenever you say that kind of stuff is grab your face and kiss you. Kiss you so hard, to make you stop saying these things about yourself. And because I love you so much, and want to kiss you all over. God I want to kiss you so badly—“ he didn’t have time to finish his sentence, as her lips came crashing on his.

It wasn’t a pretty kiss. His face was all messed up and wet with tears, and their noses hit each other when she slammed her face on his. But it was perfect for both of them, because at that moment, there was only them. Jared and (Y/N), nothing else mattered.

“You just kissed me.” He bluntly stated, still in shock.

“Damn right I did.” She shyly looked away. “You talked about how much you wanted to kiss me whenever I say stupid stuff about myself to shut me up. I can say the same about you. I love you, Jared. So much. You’re one of the most amazing people I know. I can’t stand to see you thinking you’re not worth it. You mean the world to me. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I don’t want you to doubt that even for a single second.” She teared up.

“(Y/N)…”

“What.”

“Can we kiss again?” He smiled weakly.

She giggled, grabbing his face again. The kiss was less messy this time, more sweet, delicate and full of passion. They pulled away after some seconds and just stayed there, lying on each other’s embrace, eventually peppering light kisses on each other’s tear-stained faces.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He whispered.

“Me neither.”

“I wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.”

“This wasn’t how I imagined it would go at all.”

“Me nei— Hey, you imagined this all happening?”

“Didn’t you?”

“Well… maybe so.”

He pressed another kiss to her lips.

“I don’t want this moment to end, (Y/N).”

“Me neither, Jared.”

As if on cue, his bedroom door swung open, revealing his mom standing on the other side.

“Dinner is on the ta— Oh my.” She laughed heartily at the two teens before her.

Both of them flushed immediately.

“Mom, it’s not—“

“Mrs. Kleinman, we just—“

“It’s ok, children, take your time. We’ll be waiting downstairs.” She closed the bedroom door with a wink.

Jared and (Y/N) looked at each other, embarrassed and red faced.

“Oh my God.” The girl whispered, obviously mortified.

“It could’ve been worse…”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“She could’ve walked on us having hot, steamy sex.”

“Jared!”

“Yeah, let’s leave that for another day.” He pecked her even redder face. “For now, we have a family dinner to attend.”

HOOOOO BOY. yeah. feedback is appreciated?? and i hope you guys liked it?? also, im taking requests if y’all want to send anything… wink wink

#dear evan hansen #DEH #jared kleinman x reader #jared kleinman #jared kleinman imagine #evan hansen x reader #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen imagine #evan hansen imagine #connor murphy imagine #cat tries to write

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 6 years

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Time-Turners, Part 2/// Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Did you ever write a part two to your Timeturners Sirius fic?? And if not I think you should cause I read it and I love it so much ( @omg-i-am-lord-voldemort )

A/N: This is one of the many series that I said I was going to make a sequel to but never did. Gosh I seriously need to remember to do stuff like this. Anyways if you’ve never read the first part here it is. I hope you enjoy!

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Sirius burst out laughing. “You like me,” he said between laughs. You shoved him.

“Well clearly you must like me too. You did put two babies in me,” you shouted. James’ and Peter’s eyes went wide and Remus accidentally dropped the time turner.

“He what?!” You brought your attention to them again. You put your hand on your forehead, feeling like you might be getting a headache.

“We...um we saw ourselves,” Sirius explained.

“Sirius was holding a baby and I was pregnant and then he kissed me so one could assume that he’s the father of both of them,” you muttered.

“Oh my God,”James shouted.

“Shut up, we need to get out of here.” Remus led you into another pub. He sat down at a booth and Sirius slid in across from him with you next to Sirius. You stared down at your hands trying to compose your thoughts.

The waitress arrived soon after and asked what you wanted. Remus, James, and Peter all asked for butterbeer. James turned towards you.

“Sirius, what’ll you and the missus have?” You glared up at him.

“James,” you said angrily.

“I’ll have a butterbeer,” Sirius interrupted.

“Nothing for me,” you muttered. She walked away leaving the table in silence. The only occasional sound was sparks flying from the time-turner as Remus poked at it. He flinched away from it cursing under his breath.

"Okay, I need a few things. I’ll be right back.” Remus grabbed the time-turner and left. Now it was completely quiet.

“So you guys huh?” James gazed at both of you with a smirk. You glared at him and immediately his smirk disappeared. “Okay, yeah I think I’ll go help Remus.” Peter’s eyes went wide and he began to chase after James.

Sirius’ eyes were on you but they darted away every so often. The only interruption to the silence was when the waitress brought him his drink. Your eyes drifted out the window as you tried drag your attention to anything other than the tension at the table. Your eyes fell upon the young couple that you would apparently become someday.

“We really make a cute couple huh?” You tried not to smile.

“Yeah, apparently.” Sirius chuckled.

“What do you think we’re having next?”

You turned to look at him. “A girl, definitely.” He gasped.

“No, bloody way! I’ll be totally outnumbered.” You smirked.

“Exactly.” You looked out the window as the passed. Sirius’ arm wrapped around your waist, closing the gap between you. You smiled, leaning further into him. His lips landed on your neck. You savored the moment before letting out a light sigh.

You further away from him and his hand disappeared. “Sirius, there’s something I should tell you.” He had a smile spread across his face.

“Well, if you’re ready to tell me you like me it’s a bit to late for that. The cat’s already out of the bag.” You tried your best to return the smile but you knew it looked half-hearted.

“No, I...um listen.” You paused trying to figure out how to proceed. “I don’t think we should just continue like this.”

He looked confused, his smile faltering slightly. “What do you mean?”

“This really just isn’t right. We aren’t supposed to know about this.” Sirius grabbed your hand. You stared intently at your connected hands.

“No love, this is perfect. Just perfect now we don’t have to wait to try and figure out who we belong with. We can just love each other.” You tried pulling away lightly but he had a strong grip.

“Sirius, no. This isn’t how things are meant to work. People have to figure things out in their own time. With what we know now everything could change. All of that could be ruined.” Sirius fell silent.

“I......I understand, what do we do now?”

“When we get back we’ll have Remus obliviate us.” You looked up into his eyes. You could tell he was sad and you couldn’t help feeling a bit sad yourself. You two sat like that for a long time and were more than willing to continue but you were interrupted by the arrival of James.

“Sorry to break this up but Remus finished. We can go.” Sirius gave you one more fleeting look before standing up. The three of you left the pub. James led you into a small alley. Remus held the time-turner tightly in his hand, it had a white glow which was a good sign.

You huddled together and Remus extended his arm. “Ready?” You and Sirius looked over at each other.

“Absolutely.” Remus wound it up and you all reached forward.

You opened their eyes and stared around the room, finding yourself back in the Gryffindor dorm. “Thank Merlin,” Remus sighed. He stared at the time-turner in his hand. “Okay so let’s agree to never play with the things Sirius finds locked up in his attic ever again.”

“Agreed,” James groaned. James walked over to his bed and plopped down, face first.

“Remus, can you do something for us?” He turned looked over at you and Sirius wondering what you needed. “We want you to obliviate us.” James got up from his bed and suddenly everyone’s eyes were on you.

“You want to what,” James asked.

“We don’t want to know our future,” Sirius replied. Remus’ gaze shifted between the two of you.

“Are you sure about this?” You looked up at Sirius hoping you were making the right decision. Sirius smiled at you reassuringly. His hand slipped into yours and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah we’re sure,” Sirius said.

“Alright, you guys should say whatever you need to. We’ll give you a moment.” You stepped in front of SIrius, grabbing his other hand.

“Guess what,” you said playfully.

“What?”

“I love you.” He let out a laugh.

“I love you too.” You looked down at your hands then back up at him.

“How long do you think it’ll take us to figure that out?”

Sirius paused. “Too long but we’ll get there.” Hr pulled you into a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head. You pulled back slightly so that you could make eye contact with him. You got on your tiptoes and kissed him. He held you for just a while longer before you pulled away. You stared deeply into his eyes, trying your hardest to look away.

“We’re ready.” Remus took a step towards you.

“Obliviate.”

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whatstheproblembaby · 7 years

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Fic: What You Need

Skank!Kurt/pocket!Blaine, inspired by this picture. ~1670 words, PG-13, fluff.

“Oh, goddammit,” Kurt said, staring down at the narrow yet surprisingly deep crack in the pavement below the bleachers. He had fumbled his lighter while pulling it out of his pants and dropped it, and from the looks of it, that lighter was going to be gone forever. “Great. Amazing. Just what I needed.”

He took a seat on the low concrete divider that helped support the metal seats, wondering what would be the fastest way to get his cigarette lit. Most of the Skanks were off in Columbus for what they were calling “Senior Ditch Day,” like they needed an excuse to ditch class, while the few that hadn’t gone were nowhere in sight. Kurt was mentally debating whether he should go buy a new lighter from the closest 7/11 or try to hunt down Quinn when a bright flash and a loud crack startled him from his thoughts.

“What the-”

“You need help?” A warm voice asked. Kurt whipped his head around trying to determine where it was coming from. “Down here!”

Kurt nearly fell off the wall and cracked his head open.

“I’m hallucinating,” he whispered, staring transfixed at the five-inch tall man standing between his feet. “I’m going into nicotine withdrawal and I’m hallucinating.”

“I assure you, I’m real,” the man said. “Hang on, I can prove it.”

“Ow!”

“See?” the man said, a smirk appearing on his face. “You definitely felt that pinch.”

“Okay, so you’re not a hallucination,” Kurt said, pulling his leg up so he could rub at the sore spot on his calf. “Do you have a name or something?”

“I’m Blaine! And you must be Kurt.”

“I’m really gonna need you to explain-”

“You’re the one who called me here. Of course I know your name!” Blaine said matter-of-factly.

Kurt just stared at him incredulously.

“You don’t - right, I forgot that people don’t really know about us anymore. I’m a brownie! We help people with whatever they need.” Blaine paused, thinking. “Well, I do - some of my brethren are a little more mischievous.”

“Wait, you showed up out of nowhere just because I dropped my lighter?” Kurt asked. “That seems excessive.”

“If it’s meaningful to you, then it’s enough to bring me here,” Blaine said. “Where’d you drop it?”

“That crack behind you,” Kurt said, gesturing to the dirty pavement. Blaine started to run over as he continued, “But really, it’s just a standard Bic lighter. I can go get another-”

“Is it important to you?” Blaine interrupted, stopping to level Kurt with a serious look.

“Well...yes,” Kurt admitted. “My friend Quinn gave it to me the day I joined the Skanks. Said I deserved a present after all the shit I’d been through recently, even if it was just a cheap purple plastic lighter. I know it’s silly.”

“It’s not silly,” Blaine said, voice strong and certain. “And I can get it back for you, if you don’t mind lending a hand.”

“What do you need?”

“If you lower me in by the legs, I can grab onto your lighter,” Blaine said, leaning over the crack. “Then all you have to do is hoist me back out.”

“I shouldn’t be able to fuck that up too badly,” Kurt said, walking over to Blaine and kneeling down beside him. “Ready when you are.”

“Let’s do this!” Blaine said, smiling so bright that Kurt just had to grin in return.

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s legs as gently as he could, seizing each of his ankles between his thumb and forefinger before lifting him up and helping him flip over and into the crack. He tried to keep an eye on Blaine as he descended, but the crack was a little too narrow for him to have a good view. A few seconds after lowering Blaine down, though, he heard a muffled cry of “Okay! Pull me back!” and did as he was told.

“One lighter, as promised,” Blaine said once he was out and right-side up. “Though I have to say - and I’m sorry, this is a little rude - it would be better for you in the long run to just stop smoking.”

“I know, I know, I plan to someday,” Kurt said, pocketing his lighter carefully before plopping down on his butt. “But how I can be a real teenage rebel if I don’t even smoke?”

“Your aesthetic would lose a little of its authenticity if you stopped, I admit,” Blaine said, looking Kurt up and down.

“Once I don’t need this aesthetic to get by, the cigarettes are going to go,” Kurt said. “Even if I have to chew Nicorette for the rest of my life.”

“What do you mean, ‘need this aesthetic’?” Blaine asked.

Kurt’s heart squeezed for a moment - Blaine looked so concerned for him, yet he didn’t feel pitied or condescended to like he did when so many other people asked why he became a Skank.

“Life is hard when you’re gay in small town Ohio,” Kurt said, trying to stay succinct. “But it gets easier if you make the bullies scared of you.”

“I see,” Blaine said, and Kurt believed that he really did.

“Do you - are you just going to disappear now that you’ve helped me, or do you have time to grab a coffee? Do brownies like coffee?” Kurt asked, feeling a little foolish.

“I haven’t had coffee in decades,” Blaine said, an excited smile on his face. “And I should check back in with my people eventually, but I think I can swing a coffee break.”

“Great,” Kurt said, smiling back. “Then, uh - hop in? If you’d like?”

Kurt stretched out the breast pocket of his henley with a shrug.

“I’d love to,” Blaine said. He let Kurt lift him into his pocket, where he huddled down. “I’ll keep my head down while we’re in public, unless it’s normal for people to have magical creatures in their pockets now?”

“Uh, no, not quite,” Kurt said. “But I’ll find us somewhere private to eat once we’ve ordered.”

“Wonderful,” Blaine said as Kurt stood and started walking.

Kurt couldn’t help but agree.

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They soon developed a pattern. Kurt would drop his lighter or a piercing or get ash on his clothes, and then Blaine would appear with that now-standard flash of light and help Kurt out of his predicament. They would then go for coffee or soft pretzels, or once, memorably, a children’s movie about fairies that made Blaine laugh hysterically from start to finish.

“I should be mad that they didn’t even include any boy fairies, but honestly, that movie was so funny that I can’t even get upset. They trailed glitter everywhere they went, Kurt!” Blaine had said afterwards, wiping tears from his eyes.

Kurt snickered at the memory, still amused by it weeks later. Blaine looked up from where he was scouring Kurt’s carpet for an earring back, curious.

“Just thinking about that movie we saw,” Kurt explained.

Blaine snorted. “Oh my God, it was terrible!”

“I heard they’re making a sequel. I’ll have to drop my lighter again when it comes out so we can see it.”

“I really wish you’d stop smoking, Kurt,” Blaine said, looking pointedly at the cigarette Kurt was smoking out his window so it wouldn’t make his room smelly. “I know it helps with your look, but I just - I don’t like it.”

“How am I supposed to keep seeing you if I don’t smoke, Blaine?” Kurt said rapidly. When he took time to process what he’d just said, he clapped a hand over his mouth.

“What?”

“You only appeared because I dropped my lighter,” Kurt said, knowing there was no deflecting Blaine when he was on a mission - if he was willing to go through every single button in Kurt’s collection to find a match for his shirt repair, he’d hound Kurt about this topic until he spilled. “If I don’t need a lighter anymore, you’ll have fewer reasons to come back. I don’t actually have a deep emotional connection to most of my earrings, Blaine.”

“You think I don’t know that? Kurt, I’ve been grasping for reasons to see you ever since I got back that first day. My people are getting sick of me taking whatever excuse I can to help you out,” Blaine said. He straightened up and clambered up Kurt’s desk chair, where he jumped to the windowsill next to Kurt. “But I won’t have any excuses to come back if you’re dead from lung cancer! We could have years together, Kurt, but if you keep smoking, you lower our chances.”

Kurt stubbed his cigarette out on his nearby ashtray before flinging the whole thing in the trash. “I’ll go get the patch. Immediately. You can come with me and watch me put it on, if you want. I just thought I needed to have reasons to keep you around-”

“You are the reason I’m around,” Blaine said. He tugged at Kurt’s jacket, gesturing for Kurt to lift him up closer to his face. When Kurt did, Blaine leaned in and kissed him sweetly, just barely able to center both of his lips on Kurt’s upper.

Kurt kissed back as best he could, not wanting to smother Blaine. He was distracted by the blinding flash and sudden weight against his chest that sent him toppling to the floor, though.

“What the-”

“Holy crap,” Blaine said, now straddling Kurt.

“Blaine, you’re - you’re-”

“Human-sized!” Blaine finished, extending one of his arms and looking at it in awe.

Kurt pushed himself up to sit against his bed, wrapping an arm around Blaine’s waist when he tried to move away. “How did this happen?!” he asked.

“It’s like I told you when we met - I help with whatever you need,” Blaine said. “Right now, what you needed - what we both needed - was each other.”

“So you’ll stay this way?”

“As long as you need me to.”

“You know that’ll be forever, right?”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

Kurt just grinned and pulled Blaine in for another kiss.

#klaine fic #skank!kurt #pocket!blaine #glee fic #jen does words #g: au

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bardslament · 7 years

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First Solangelo fic (be gentle)

Some Solangelo micro-fic head canon things I am doing before I start my long Solangelo fic #Flannelshirt The first time Will sees Nico and Percy sparring, he stumbles over his own feet. Nico is as swift and deadly as a cobra, his shadows dripping off him like ink and his sword glowing as fiercely as his smile. Percy meets him blow for blow, the falling rain glinting silver in the fading sun and curling around him in sensuous waves. Will looks at his ordinary bow and arrow and suddenly feels sick. He turns to leave and makes it two steps before Nico calls out to him. “Hey, Solace! I thought you wanted to practice!” Turning, Will forces a smile. Nico’s eyes narrow and he holds up his hand to Percy, before crossing to Will. “What’s wrong,” he asks flatly. “Is this about the shadows? Because you cleared me-” “I know,” Will says hastily. “Everything’s great!” he adds loudly. Too loudly. For the love of the Gods, where is a convenient wall to bang his head against. He pastes back his head-camper-everythings-under-control-we-can reattach-this-arm-no problem smile. It is a good smile. His favorite. It has gotten him through losing two brothers, several wars and at one embarrassing and bloody date with a cute barista/demonic entity. The smile has many the brilliant effect of the sunrise. But Nico has always been able to see shadows. His eyebrow raises. “You two look good together.” He blurts out. The eyebrow raises higher. “Sparring I mean. You look perfect.” Now the other eyebrow joins the first. “But don’t over-do it. You could always relapse,” he adds hastily, trying to salvage what’s left of his dignity. Nico is staring at him in that way he has of peering straight past Will and into his soul. He says nothing. Will clears his throat and jerks his head to the infirmary. “I should probably check on Austin and see if he needs any help.” “I thought the infirmary was empty.” “All the more reason for me to help. Constant vigilance” he adds halfheartedly, then gives a thumbs up. What. the. Hell. He stares at his thumb and for the first time, wishes he could shadow travel so he could literally drop straight into the center of the earth. His shoulders slump and he turns back to the infirmary, ignoring the feel of Nico’s eyes on him. Austin looks up in surprise with he comes in, but swallows whatever he is about to say when he sees the look on Will’s face. Wordlessly, he breaks half the chocolate bar he was eating and gives it to Will. “It’s dead in here. Want to put the quarantine sign up and go watch Rock of Ages? “Yes,” Will says with quiet relief. Tom Cruise is belting out “Don’t stop believing” and both Will and Austin are pretending not to tear up when the shadows part and Nico steps out. Austin yelps and nearly falls off the stretcher he is sitting on. Nico ignores him, his eyes on Will. “You want to explain what that was about back there?” “Nothing,” Will says weakly. “I had to help Austin.” “Yeah,” Austin jumped in, raising his voice to be heard over Mary J. Blige. “We have important, health related tests to run here. And potions to make to keep people healthy The sun never set on the Apollo cabin’s work.” don’t stop believing. Hold onto that feeling the television croons in emphasis. Nico made a frustrated noise and crossed the room to Will. Will leaned back but Nico leaned forward until their lips were only a hairsbreath away, closing his hand behind Wills neck.. “Want to try that again?” he invited pleasantly. His hands scraped gently at the hairs on the back of Will’s neck and Will shuddered. The stretcher legs scraped against the floor as Austin hastily stood up. “Um, I am just gonna-” Will barely heard him as his body went hazy with pleasure. He tipped his head back. “Nico…” Nico’s teeth scraped gently down his throat. “Yes, il mio uccello canoro ? Talk to me.” His mouth curved against the hollow of Will’s throat as Will moaned and arched against him. “Or sing for me.” Will stared blindly at the ceiling, barely noticing the words falling out of his mouth. “I just didn’t think you’d be interested in me. After Percy.” Nico stilled against him and he froze in horror. “I mean for the sparring. You can’t possibly want to fumble around with me and a sword with Percy right there.” Nico raised his head and looked at him levelly. “For the sake of this conversation, we’ll pretend you are actually talking about sparring.” Will flushed and Nico continued. “I will happily ‘fumble’ around with you with a sword all day if you like.” “I-” Will swallowed. “I know. It’s just-”hard to remember with him right there. Not that WIll didn’t like Percy. He did. He was a great guy, if a little immature when not actively saving the world. But still. It was hard to ignore all of his-heroe-ness-when it was right there swirling the rain into tidal waves. Nico hmmed against his throat and Will bit his lip against the vibration, reminding himself that Austin was in the next room. “I get it. If I ever met your first crush, I would go a little crazy too.” Will laughed. “Well, my first love tried to set me on fire for choosing decalf over expresso, so…” Nico gave him a look. “And someday I want to hear that story.” He looked down and added quietly, “ I do understand, you know. Being angry and frustrated at the world and wanting to hide. But in the future, I would...prefer...if you came to me and hid with me instead of away from me.” “I...okay. I don’t ever really want to be away from you anyway,” Will mumbled. “Good.” Nico straightened. “Now that that is out of the way, I have the afternoon sparring demonstration to finish.” Standing, he pulled off his leather jacket and tossed it on the stretcher. “Can I borrow your shirt?” he asked, nodding at the plaid shirt Will had over his camp half-blood t-shirt. “Um, why?” Will said, already shrugging it off and handing it over. Nico tugged it on over his black t-shirt. “Every warrior needs a good luck charm. And I have discovered I like fighting with the scent of summer in my nose.” Will flushed from his chest to his ears and Nico smirked as he shadow traveled back to the arena a/n head-canony things: Nico calls Will his songbird for reasons that will be explained in a sequel if anyone is interested. Nico wears Will’s shirt every time he spars with Percy, and Will blushes bright red every time he sees it. Nico was reticent about touch at first, but once he grew comfortable with the fact that WIll never, ever denied him touch and in fact, melted under his attention, he quickly got to know Will and his body well.

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