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Painted Perfect Future

Summary: Virgil’s parents are homophobic meanies, especially his dad, but don’t worry. Virgil has three amazing boyfriends and there’s always Disney to distract him from his anxiety and past trauma.

Word Count: 6,023

Warnings: Anxiety attacks; hit and run; hospitalization; homophobic parent; self-esteem issues; implied/referenced suicide (but of an off-screen OC); injury; emotional/psychological abuse; alcohol mention; angst with a happy ending; failing a class mention; food; mention of kidnapping in a Disney movie; warnings sound worse than really is (but better safe than sorry!)

Pairings: Romantic LAMP with a dash of Moxiety, Prinxiety, and Analogical

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“Oh! I want to go first! Can I go first? RoRo, pleeeease!” Patton begged, bouncing in his seat.

“Uuuuugh, fine,” Roman moaned. “I get to go next, then!”

“I have no quarrels with this. Virgil?” Lo asked, rolling his eyes at the two energetic men.

Virgil looked up from the gifts he was desperately clinging onto. “Huh? What?”

Pat gave the anxious figure a pouty look. “Do you have a problem with me first then RoRo? Unless you want to go first.”

“No, it’s fine Pat. I would like to go last, if that’s alright with you, Lo.”

Logan looked him over but answered. “It may relieve some of your anxiety if you hand your gifts out sooner, Virgil. There is very little chance you got any of us something we will not enjoy.”

“Don’t you mean… infinitesimal?” Patton giggled.

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!”

Virgil winced, “Geez, L. I knew I was going to lose my hearing, but I figured it would be from those two, not you.”

“I-uh” he cleared his throat, hands automatically trying to adjust the fake tie on his sleep shirt. “I apologize, Virgil.”

“Also, I want to go last. I’m nervous about my gifts, but also, I’ve rationalized it out that if you all hate it, I can go hide in my room. Less awkwardness if it’s hated.”

Logan and Patton shared an uncertain look, which did not go unnoticed by the anxious one. They seemed to agree on something and let the decision stand. Patton started giggling again as he dove straight into the pile of gifts sitting beneath the Christmas tree. For a full minute, Virgil counted the seconds, all that could be seen of the man was the cat tail to his onesie.

****

5 Years Ago: Virgil and Logan’s freshmen dorm room

“Little Shadowling?”

You’re just a disappointment. You can’t even keep your grades up in the few classes you actually like. You have an F in Art 101! Who fails Art 101?!?

“Kiddo?”

They don’t care about you. Why should they? Who would be proud of an anxious mess like you?

“Verge, please answer me.”

Next thing you know, they’ll somehow find out that you’re gay. They’ll blame college for ‘turning you’ gay and force you to drop out. You’ll lose what little you’ve gained.

“Virgil, come on buddy. Breathe with me. There we go.”

Virgil wasn’t sure how long he’d been spiraling. What mattered was the warmth surrounding him and the steady rhythmic tapping on his back. At least, that was what mattered until he remembered that Logan was in class until much later. A lightning bolt might as well have struck him for how badly he jumped away, frantically throwing his hands out for anything that could work as a weapon.

“Whoa there, kiddo!” A familiar voice said. “It’s just your happy-pappy Patton!”

As Virgil’s mind finally started to work again, he saw Patton sitting next to him. Virgil looked down and saw that the vicious weapon he had sought turned out to be only a spare paint brush. He set it aside before awkwardly looking at Pat. The other seemed to understand and opened his arms, inviting Virgil into a hug.

“Do you want to talk about it, Virge?”

All Virgil could manage was a shake of his head.

“What about we watch a movie and I make us some yummy hot cocoa? You know what, I’m feeling dangerous, let’s eat the box of cookies I was saving! Does that sound good, my bestest mostest dynamicist duoist duo partner!”

Too many words so soon after an anxiety attack. “I… umm… Sure Pat. Whatever you want to watch.”

With Virgil’s agreement, Patton was off to work. He shocked the anxious one by easily picking him up and placing him in his bed. Next, he was peeking at what was already in the DVD player. He smiled seeing that Roman had been forcing Logan to watch Lilo and Stitch. That would work perfectly for his anxious little baby. With that, he threw some popcorn into the microwave and started working on their hot cocoa.

Virgil watched Pat move about for a moment before deciding that it would relieve some anxiety for him to also do something–anything. He climbed out of bed and started collecting all the spare blankets (and not so spare, though he doubted Logan would mind too much that he stole his bedding). By the time Patton was bringing the snacks and drinks over, Virgil’s bed was about two feet taller with Vee in the middle, making the pile into a sensible nest for them.

Pat and Virge cuddled through the movie. It was exactly what Virgil needed after what happened this afternoon. They joked and threw popcorn at meanie heads. When Lilo had told Stitch that he couldn’t have any more caffeine, Virgil couldn’t help but poke Patton.

“Hey, look! You’re on TV!”

“DOES THIS MEAN YOU ARE THE STITCH TO MY LILO!”

“Uhh… Sure?”

Unbeknownst to the two on the bed, Logan had walked in only to hear screeching about Ohana and family. He had already started to set his bag down, muscle memory doing so automatically. Yet, as the chemical engineering student managed to take everything in, he only blinked and scooped up the bag to leave once again. Though, the pictures he snagged of the two best friends would later prove he had seen the pair.

****

Present

“Here they are!” Patton’s voice yanked Virgil’s mind from that small dorm room. “Alright, here we go! One for LoLo! VeeVee! And RoRo!”

Each accepted their gift and waited for Patton to sit down. Each took their tern unwrapping the (miserably) wrapped gifts. Roman went first to find a prince costume PJ set. Princey screeched when he pulled out a stuffed animal horse. It took Virgil a moment to realize it was horse from Tangled. Mick? No… Maxwell? Max- yes, -well no. Maximillian? Closer, but still wrong. Oh Maximus, right. Maybe Virgil should re-watch Tangled if he couldn’t remember something as simple as the horse’s name.

“I LOVE THEM PATTON!”

Patton didn’t have a chance to respond before Roman was running into the closest room to change into his new PJs. Once he came back, he showed the three others the PJs from every angle, making sure his boyfriends got a good look at his muscles while doing so as well. Patton was giggling whereas Logan and Virgil were smirking at his antics, all three used to the dramatic prince.

Next was Logan. He took his time unwrapping the gift before pulling out his own set of items. He picked up a tie that listed different elements from the periodic table. Virgil was sure there had to be some sort of pun in the tie’s design, but he wasn’t well versed in… well, science in general. There was a groan from the tie-clad man which was proof enough for Virgil to know the pun existed. There were also socks, a galaxy pen, a ‘tears of my students’ mug, and even a mug warmer.

“While I loathe to finding a joke on the tie, I do enjoy these gifts. Thank you, Patton.”

“What’s the joke!” Roman squealed.

“Iodine. Lithium. Uranium. Vanadium. Cobalt. Fluorine. Iron”

“In English, Microsoft Nerd!”

Patton was giggling as he answered. “I luv coffe(e)! The symbols spell I luv coffee!”

Virgil was last. He ripped open the gift to find a giant blanket. It was designed just like his patch-work jacket and Virgil could have sworn that this was the softest thing to ever exist... alright, second softest as Patton was without a doubt the softest and sweetest. Patton was watching him worriedly as the anxious man ran his hand over the blanket. Without a word, Virgil swung the giant blanket around himself and just seemed to vanish into the mass of fluff, sending the other men in the room into a fit of laughter.

“Prepare yourselves, my beloved royalty!”

****

2 Years Ago: The shared apartment living room

“You fiend! Why do you besmirch the name of Disney every time we watch something!”

“Not my fault you started this marathon and it is definitely not my fault that you started the argument with Cinderella, claiming that you only need to believe in your dreams for them to come true instead of trying to actively attain them. Either stop screaming about arguable statements and put in The Lion King or sit here letting me ruin Disney for you.”

Roman grumbled but did get up from the couch to change DVD’s. It was a relatively calm evening in their apartment, at least it was for the two of them alone. Logan and Patton were at the library. Patton was with a study group and Logan, who didn’t want Patton coming home on his own, was studying on his own until the study group were done. That left Roman and Virgil with the apartment for the evening, and they’d used it to binge-watch Disney movies.

Riiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

“Tell the nerds to pick up pizza, Count Woelaf!” Roman called as Virgil automatically answered his phone.

“Did you really think I won’t find out! Virgil, the homosexual beast!”

With some strange sound escaping his throat, Virgil threw his phone across the living room as his body forgot how to breathe. He could hear a voice screaming his name and that only made breathing harder to achieve. His thoughts were spiraling and his world collapsing.

“Vee, please!”

They knew! They knew he was gay! He knew it was only a matter of time before they found out, but he had been so careful to keep that day from coming yet!

“Oh, what was it Logan said to do?”

How long did he have until everything changed? How long until what little love they had for him was gone?

“Virgil, can you… uhh… name five things you hear? No, see! Five things you can see?”

Some words spilled out of Virgil’s mouth, momentarily pausing the spiral before it came back. They are going to cut him off. Everyone would know by the end of the day. Whoever was trying to get him to list things would be gone just like them!

“Yikes, alright. Umm… Oh! Virgil, you have to agree with me now that Prince Charming kissing Snow White was sweet and an incredible moment, right?”

They knew, so some comment about a movie shouldn’t bother him right now! “No.”

“But it was a farewell kiss! What is more romantic than that!”

This doesn’t matter right now! “Consent! Not kissing dead people!”

Slowly, the bickering about Disney managed to knock Virgil out of his spiral. Roman looked desperate but also happy? Since when did Princey like hearing the dark side of Disney? Later, Virgil would admit that, though an unusual approach, Roman’s way did help him ground himself. Right now, though, they argued until Rafiki started to mess around with Simba.

“Wait, I didn’t realize Patton was in this movie.” Virgil offered as a weak joke.

“I can see PatDad as Rafiki. What about Lo-bot? Who do you think he’d be?”

“Zazu. And before you ask, you are a combination of Timon and Pumbaa”

Roman gave a huge, mock gasp. “Excuse me! Why would you not make me the King of Pride Rock!?”

“Because Mufasa is too kind and humble for you and honestly? I can see you 100% dressing in drag and doing the hula like Timon as a distraction. As it is, you did storm Pat and my history class dressed as Aladdin and started singing ‘I Can Show You the World’ to Pat all because Pat was having an off day. Then, when our professor became furious, you started belting out ‘Proud of Your Boy’–which I remind you again is from the musical not the original Disney film!”

“OK fine, what the that make you then?”

“Simba, of course. He ran from his problems, blamed himself for everything when it was really Scar’s fault, and randomly joined some bug-eating hippies in the jungle. Simba is me just as The Lion King is Hamlet.”

“You have gone too far! How dare you equate Timon and Pumbaa to hippies!”

“Really, that’s where you draw the line?

“Guess who brought home Chinese Take-Out!” a voice called as Lo and Pat appeared, bringing a couple of bags over to the coffee table.

Their appearance threw Roman into La La Land for a moment, but he promptly wailed out once he realized what they were having for dinner. “But pizzzzzzzzzzza!”

“What about pizza?” Logan asked as Roman promptly collected his share of food.

“Nooooooooooooooo! We forgot to call you!” Roman sounded like he was close to crying, though he was already raising a bite of rice to his mouth.

Patton giggled. “Sorry, we apparently didn’t get your telepathic message, RoRo. I did get you pot stickers though.”

An actual tear escaped the dramatic man’s face as he wailed. “I foooorgive yoooooooooooooooooooooooooou!”

****

Present

“Alright, Puffball first!”

Roman handed Patton a bag. Pat was wiggling with excitement as he opened the bag and pulled out the paper stuffing. Inside were four stuffed animals, each one dressed like each of them. A dog with its tongue sticking out had Pat’s glasses, light blue polo shirt and a little gray cardigan around its shoulders. A lion had a crown, prince costume, and even a fake little sword. A normal looking teddy bear had Logan’s black polo with a tie, glasses, and tiny watch. The final one was a kitten with a black hoodie and headphones.

“Press the kitten’s paw, Patty-Cake!”

Virgil was not amused to hear his own voice hissing come out of the kitten. Patton, on the other hand, absolutely loved it. Roman admitted that the others weren’t as convincing as the hiss, but Patton didn’t care; the four stuffed animals were in his arms and probably weren’t going to leave for the next several hours.

“OK, I’m actually proud of this one, Nerd.” He announced handing Logan a highly decorated box.

Logan opened it and made a small sound of appreciation at the books. “Bill Nye and Neil deGrasse Tyson. Thank you- “

“Look inside at the title pages, Lo!”

The man blinked but did as told. He froze after seeing the first one for a moment. Quickly, he checked the second one before just sitting there in shock. Roman was watching him in excitement.

“Well?”

“Did you really have Bill Nye and Neil deGrasse Tyson sign each other’s book?”

“What.”

Without another word, Logan showed the rest of the room the front page of the Tyson book where Bill Nye’s signature proudly sat. Roman looked like someone had slapped him with a fish. Virgil emerged from his blanket, laughing so hard, he didn’t even notice he’d emerged from his soft lair. Patton had a huge smile as soft giggles escaped from him.

“Regardless, I will enjoy reading these. Thank you, Roman. The signatures are also greatly appreciated.”

“Vee’s turn!” Pat called out.

Roman passed Virgil another bag, his mind running around in circles in disbelief of his mistake. Virgil accepted the bag and found a small wooden music box and a small metal container. Inside the container were extra tune things for the music box. The one already inside the music box was ‘Hakuna Matata,’ so Virgil had a suspicion that the other ones were also Disney.

Once again, he vanished into his giant blanket without a word, but the other three could hear the little music box playing from the blanket mound, with a soft voice singing along.

****

1 year ago: Their living room.

“Uhh… Virgil, might I have a word with you?”

Virgil paused the movie he was watching. “What’s up, L?”

Logan shifted uncertainly before clearing his throat. “I happened to have found a stack of unopened letters, addressed to you. They were almost covering an opened one in the trash.”

“They are in the trash for a reason, Logan. Throw them back.”

“I was merely wondering if you would like to talk…”

“If I wanted to talk about it, I would have said something. I’m dealing with it.”

Without letting Logan say another word, Virgil turned the movie back on. Logan tried to say something else but ultimately decided to shut his mouth and join Virgil on the couch. The tension between the two men slowly eased as Rapunzel celebrated with the villagers and stood up for herself to Gothel.

Logan cleared his throat, which instantly made Virgil go tense again. “What is that inconsequential game Roman and you insistently play? Which film character each of you are? If you would not mind, I would like to partake in this fatuous game for this film.”

Of all the things that had suddenly started racing through Virgil’s mind, this was not remotely what he expected. “Umm… Sure, Lo? Let’s hear your character study.”

“While I do not see simple correlations between the characters and the rest of us, I do see a lot of you in Rapunzel.”

“What, because I like hitting people with frying pans? I would have thought you’d say Patton for her. She is a bit too trusting of people and yet draws out the best in them. She even got a pub full of hardened criminals to sing about their dreams with her.”

Logan tilted his head, considering this. “That is in fact true, but she did not know any better. That puts her in stark contrast to Patton, who has at least admitted that he knows that they may be dangerous, but he gives the benefit of the doubt as some people just need kindness shown to them. No, I believe you are most like Rapunzel. Gothel has psychologically abused Rapunzel, presumably since kidnapping her, in a similar way to how they… I mean society has attempted to do towards you. If I am not mistaken, earlier in this film, she in essence has a break down whether she should have stayed within the tower or was right to leave. Has this not been a similar dilemma you have faced, having left your hometown?”

Virgil considered it for a moment. “Well…”

“Gothel has taught Rapunzel that she could be nothing and especially nothing more than what Gothel said she could be. Gothel is wrong though. Rapunzel is more than just her magic hair and has to leave to be able to full learn this.” Virgil could almost hear Logan’s mind piecing together movie points to what he really wanted to say to Virgil. “Yes, she could have been a bit naïve with her actions, not realizing any better due to Gothel’s strict hold over her views. Yet, that nativity in the end is what helps her realize the ways Gothel was an abusive parent because she came to see what kindness and what true love were supposed to feel like. She was miserable when she returned to the tower and could see through Gothel’s perfunctory love. Rapunzel had to learn to develop her own views and beliefs independent of her abusive adopted mother.”

Quietly, Virgil picked at his jacket, thinking over what Logan was saying. “I guess.”

“Well, I guess I concede and allow you to voice your view points on who is who.” Logan commented, his voice attempting to hold enthusiasm, but failing.

“Oh, that’s easy. Patton and I already assigned everyone years ago. Princey is Flynn Rider for the sole quote of ‘here comes the smolder’ along with essentially a pouty face. Patton agrees with you on me being Rapunzel. Something about him never being able to beat people up with anything, much less something as useful as a frying pan. Meanwhile, Patty-cake is Pascal, who does what he can to cheer Rapunzel on and threatens Flynn and Maximus when they are fighting. You are Maximus, dedicated to your work but also willing to bend the rules for a good reason.”

“Well then... I do not understand this film enough to refute those points, so I shall concede to your points. However, I will say this, about the letters, before leaving it alone. Please, if nothing else, do not leave us on read. We only wish to help you yeet your unwanted tea. We Stan you, Virgil. I hope you are woke to this.”

“Logan, I swear, if you have those note cards out and ever attempt to use that much slang in one sentence again…”

“I am merely only collecting receipts and flexing. Is this not how it goes?”

“Stooooooooooop” but the smile sitting on Virgil’s face showed Logan that he was doing something right on this comforting thing.

****

Present

“I suppose that it is now my turn.” Logan commented.

He moved and collected a neat stack of presents, wrapped in shimmering navy wrapping paper. Once Logan hand handed each of the boyfriends their present, he sat down. Virgil wasn’t sure how Logan even knew which gift was whose as there seemed to be no difference or name written on the package now in his lap compared to the others.

Pat was once again giggling as he tore open the gift. A book and kitchen apron were ripped out of the box by the squealing man. He announced the book title of some healthy-eating cookbook before unfolding the apron and giving out another squeal. He flipped the apron to show the words ‘Many have eaten here, few have died. Whichever it is tonight, I’ll see you on the flipside!’.

Once the excited man had finally calmed down, Roman destroyed the wrappings on his gift to reveal a nice suit and an additional envelope. Ro was confused as he opened the envelope before letting out a squeal that could have put up a decent fight with Patton’s squeals.

“TICKETS TO SEE HAMILTON! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET THESE? WHEN IS IT? ARE WE ALL GOING?”

Logan chuckled. “One of my coworkers has a cousin who performs in Hamilton and they owed me for something at work. Unless you wish to take others with you, I had assumed it would be the four of us. I am sorry to say that you will have to wait a month as everything will be cheaper once the holidays are over.”

“A weekend getaway with my three amazing boyfriends to Broadway!” Roman screeched looking ready to shoot through the roof in excitement. "YAAAAS!"

“Ohhhh. What did you get, Vee?” Patton asked excitedly.

All eyes turned towards the wrapped-up man. He let out a laugh before opening his present. Inside were a set of headphones and a gift card. Virgil glanced at the gift card, pleased to see it was for his favorite art supplies store. The headphones were everything Virgil could have wished for and more. They were sound-canceling. They had a good sound frequency, sensitivity, and resistance, which were all important for sound. They were wireless but with an optional wired-in line. Virgil did not know where Logan found what was essentially the epitome of headphones, but Virgil found himself falling even more in love with the nerd.

“I love them, thank you, Lo.”

“Your turn, VeeVee!” Patton announced excitedly.

****

3 months ago: leaving a movie theater

“I cannot believe you, My Chemical Romance! You are already plotting with Specs to ruin the masterpiece we just saw!” Roman announced, turning his phone onto the two following him.

“We are not plotting, merely discussing the inconsistencies and flaws within the film, unlike you and Patton, who are discussing the adorable-ness of the animal companion to the princess.” Logan calmly answered.

“OK, not to intrude or anything, but PUPPY!” Patton screeched before yanking Roman after him as Pat ran across the street to pet the dog.

Roman’s arm waved his phone as he was dragged off to the dog. Virgil could only laugh at how the video he was recording would turn out, knowing full well what the Prince was attempting to do. Not that recording their discussion would prepare the Prince for all the darker messages Virgil had scribbled into a tiny notebook just to taunt him with during the movie.

“Well, the light has changed, so I guess we will have to wait to follow them.” Logan commented, simply.

“Guess we have a chance to continue our conversation without a nosey prince berating us for analyzing the movie. So, the princess: guilable victim or mastermind genius?”

Logan considered it. “Well, I would say somewhere in the middle, especially with Disney’s attempts to create more realistic characters.”

They talked while waiting for the light. Logan only paused as he stepped off the curb before continuing with his analysis. Virgil could tell that the nerd was only getting started and was excited to see how the Noble Prince Whines A Lot took it while they ate dinner. Yet, he wasn’t so excited that he wasn’t aware of his surroundings.

“LOGAN!” the scream was ripped from his lips as he shoved the nerd back towards the curl they had left.

Then, the world went dark.

Virgil awoke to a persistent beeping, sniffles, and the smell of alcohol. His eyes focused on a plain white ceiling as his memories slammed into him, much like that car. He shut his eyes for a moment, before opening them to find the source of the sniffles.

“’at?” his throat was scratchy but the man in the chair next to him wasn’t looking at him.

The sobbing man jumped as if shocked by electricity. “VIRGIL!”

“’at’s mah ‘ame.”

More sobs escaped the man as he threw himself onto Virgil, forgetting about the anxious man’s injuries, lines attached to him, or even Virgil’s need to breathe. Patton was a sobbing mess as he held onto Virgil, blabbering about everything and nothing all at once. Virgil was tempted to point out that he was the one hurt, but he knew that his boyfriends would have had to suffer seeing him hurt, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Patton, the nurses are becoming irate with you. Please keep it down or they’ll kick all of us out.” Logan’s voice came from somewhere to Virgil’s left.

“Uh… Padre, we’re all upset, but you shouldn’t be laying on top of Vee. Not if we want him to wake up.” Roman’s voice commented.

Another shock of electricity ran through Patton. “OH! I’m so so so sorry, VeeVee! I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Pat…”

“‘m OK.” Virgil answered.

He heard something drop before Logan and Roman were now surrounding his bed, shock and hope on their faces. Virgil looked at each of them before offering a weak smile. Each went to work ensuring that he was alright and not in any drastic pain or anything like that. For his part, Virgil just continued smiling at them, knowing that he may hate their babying soon enough, but appreciating their concern and worry nonetheless.

Eventually, a police officer came to question him about what he remembered. The officer wound up having Logan and Roman go with him as they had more of the story than Virgil–who had been unconscious– and Patton–who had been absorbed by the dog until the hit and run was essentially over, only having looked up after Virgil had screamed Logan’s name.

Other than the officer, there was little other than the distractions from the three other men. Occasionally, a doctor or nurse would come by, but otherwise nothing else really happened. And that stayed true for three whole days. Virgil loved Lo, Pat, and Ro, but he was starting to need a small break, even from them.

For their part, the three boyfriends were just relieved Virgil was going to be alright. They’d barely slept or eaten since the accident. Logan was constantly in a near panic attack, knowing that Virgil had saved his life at the cost of bodily harm. Roman felt as though he had failed his Dark Prince. What good was a knight to his lover if he couldn’t keep his lover from harm? And Patton… Patton was just a wreck. He felt guilty as if he were the one to hit Virgil. So, if the three of them asked if Virgil needed anything every few minutes or asked if he was in pain or everything else they’ve been doing, while who could blame them?

A voice that had only appeared in Virgil’s nightmares for the past two years tore through the air when the four boyfriends were relaxing after the latest news that Virgil should be ready to head home soon. “Pity. You’re still alive.”

Virgil promptly curled in on himself once he registered the speaker. “What are you doing here?”

“Had to see for myself the damage done to the disgrace that became of my son.” The man commented. “By the way, did you know that your disgrace was the final straw for my wife? Couldn’t handle having something like you as a child, I suppose.”

The three uninjured boyfriends glanced at each other, the same message written on each of their faces: this is Virgil’s abusive father? Without a thought, each moved between the man and their fourth partner, not caring what relation this man was to Virgil. Virgil seemed to be terrified of him, and that was enough. Though being fair, Lo and Ro were already mentally planning the best ways to punish him for the abuse they knew of.

“How did you even know I was hurt?” Virgil’s voice suddenly demanded.

“Wait, it was you who drove straight into Virgil!” Logan’s voice was ice.

The man hummed before commenting. “I was looking to kill two disgraces in one hit, but we don’t get what we want, I guess.”

“I think this is a new one for me.”

The man spun around and slammed right into the officer. The officer was coming back to tell the injured man that there was some success in running a plate captured by mere coincidence by Roman. Yet, a confession in an open place? Works for them, the officer supposed.

“You are under arrest for attempted murder.” The officer clipped some handcuffs onto the man.

Once things were protocol-fulfilled, the officer grinned at the boyfriends. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a criminal gloating to his victim as I happen to be visiting with updates.”

The officer and the man were gone before Virgil had actually processed the timing miracle he had just witnessed. Maybe fate was finally throwing him a small sliver of a bone. He wasn’t going to question it. He wasn’t going to poke it with a fifty-foot stick. He would just accept this one thing and happily not look the gift horse in the mouth… Though Logan would definitely look into the literal meaning of that phrase and point out everything confusing and wrong with a confused look on his face. This mental image of a confused Logan with the other two giggling at his confusion was enough to shock Virgil back into himself and start to weakly laugh.

The three other boyfriends looked at him in a terrified confusion before joining in his weak laughter, believing that this was from relief that he would never be harmed again by his horrid parents rather than love of his partners.

Once he was released, the three boyfriends went to work on ‘Plan Take Care of VeeVee’. He wasn’t even allowed to go to the kitchen without one of them insistently helping or trying to take care of it for him. Like he expected, Virgil became tired of their babying of him, but it was alright.

Everything would be alright.

****

Present

Virgil gulped as he pulled the three gifts closer to his chest. “Before I hand them over, I would like to ask that you three open them at the same time, OK?”

Each nodded and accepted the gift he handed each. They instantly could tell their gift was on some sort of canvas, but other than that, they were unsure what each would be. Virgil didn’t sit back down in his spot but stood before the three of them. He was shaking but was not going to let his fear drag him down any longer.

“Alright, you can open them.”

Each opened their gifts to find a painting in them. Patton’s painting was an image of Lilo and Stitch performing a hula dance. The Ohana quote was decoratively hidden in the ocean waters as they danced. For Roman, it was a picture of Pride Rock with Simba letting out a roar while his friends stood behind him. Then, for Logan, it was a painting of the lanterns lifting into the sky, lanterns that held not the sun symbol but rather a brain with glasses.

Logan looked up to compliment the painting he had received when something on the back of Patton’s canvas caught his eye. “Patton, place your painting down, backside up! You too, Roman!”

The other two looked confused until they noticed the words carefully written on the back of each of them.

Patton’s: Will you

Roman’s: marry

Logan’s: me?

The three of them looked up to Virgil, who had sunk to one knee while they examined the paintings. He was holding a box open before them with four rings inside: a ring in each of their favorite colors. Virgil was trembling so bad, some small part in the back of his mind worried he was about to pass out, but he had to do this.

“I love all three of you more than I thought possible to love anyone. We’ve spent an amazing four years dating and I want to have more. So, will the three of you marry me?”

The room was silent for what felt like eternity before Roman let out a miserable wail. “Nooooooooo!”

Something in Virgil shattered but Roman was already on his feet. “Noooooooooooo! I can’t believe this! I was going to propose on Valentine’s Day! It was supposed to be the perfect proposal too! Dinner and flowers and everything. But you beat me! How could you do this to me, Virgil!”

Patton let out a small giggle. “Sorry to disappoint you, Ro, but if VeeVee hadn’t beaten you to it, I would have. I was planning on asking after dinner tonight, right before dessert.”

Logan fixed his glassed. “And I, at risk of appearing sentimental, had planned on asking at midnight on New Year’s Eve.”

“So,” Virgil’s voice was barely more than a scared whisper. “Is that actually a yes from you three?”

“Of course, my dashing and noble prince! Why would you have assumed otherwise!” Roman announced.

“Because the moment after I asked, you screamed no but then started ranting about something while I attempted to pull myself together in time to hear about Pat’s plans”

“Oh,” Princey went pale realizing that was not the time for dramatics. “Sorry, my Dark Prince, I did not mean that. Yes, of course I will marry you! It is a thousand yesses from me! Nay, a million! A billion! An infinitive amount of yesses!”

“The usage of yesses sounds incorrect but I cannot think of the proper plural for yes. In answer to your proposal, Virgil, I also say yes, though will refrain from the absurdity Roman is going on about.”

Rather than give an answer, Paton yanked Roman and Logan with him as he threw himself at Virgil. They collapsed into a giant cuddle pile as Patton started singsongingly screaming “We’re getting married! We’re getting married!”

Virgil could only smile and cuddle with his fiancés. Later, Roman would screech about hanging the paintings in proper order of the secret words on the back. Patton and Logan would both sheepishly bring out their own boxes of rings, making Roman wail about having not gotten them their rings yet. They would celebrate their engagement and begin planning wedding details and whatever else. They may not have been the family who gave Virgil life, but they were the family he chose, and he would probably admit it to them once Roman had put enough alcohol in him in celebration of their engagement. But, in this moment, Virgil just clung to the three men who showed him what love was.

#romantic lamp #moxiety #prinxiety #Analogical #tw abusive parent #tw food #tw hit an run #tw anxiety attack #angst with a happy ending #tw implied suicide of off-screen OC #tw homophobic parent #tw alcohol mention #Sage writes

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ohfrickfanfic · 7 years

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Three’s Company

Requested by @saltynemo and @withered-roses: withered-roses requested more innocent! churchboy! Tyler, and then saltynemo came up with this great idea: “OOO IDEEEAAA. So like you and Josh (not virgin or innocent josh) are about TO like have sex than virgin!Tyler walks in and is like “gotta go girls”. But then you and Josh are like AYE LETS TEACH HIM SOME STUFF and they just have a 3 some idk.”

Pairings: Josh x Reader x innocent! churchboy! Tyler

Warnings/ Tags: Belly button kink, sex dice, facial. Also the beginning may seem slightly dub-con but I PROMISE there will be full consent before anything major happens once Tyler realizes what he got himself into. I will NEVER write full dub-con.

You and Josh have been dating for roughly six months, but you’ve yet to meet his roommate, Tyler. Most of your date nights end up back at your place since you live alone and can have your privacy there. You’ve been to Josh’s apartment before, but only on Sundays when Tyler’s busy with church activities, or on Wednesday nights, like tonight, when he’s usually at bible study. On a whim, you and Josh pick up some sex dice at a local sex shop after your dinner date, and neither of you can wait to get back to his place and have some time alone with the place to yourselves. The sexual tension is high on the ride home and continues as you make your way up the apartment stairs, tripping over yourselves as your mouths crash and hands roam each other’s bodies. “Tyler!?” Josh questions in surprise, breaking the kisses when he opens the door. Tyler is sitting in an oversized armchair by the window, legs curled underneath him as he reads from his leather-bound bible. “I thought you had Bible study tonight?” Josh continues. “I did, but it got postponed because the pastor is sick,” he says without lifting his head, deeply immersed in the passage he’s reading. “Ok, well, we’re just gonna be in my room, then,” Josh states, hoping Tyler catches on and doesn’t bother the two of you. “We’re?” Tyler questions, keeping his place with his finger and looking up. “Oh, s-sorry. Forgive me for being rude, I-I didn’t realize we had a guest,” he apologizes, shifting his feet out from under him to stand. “Tyler, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. I know you’ve heard me talk about her before. I guess it’s time you two met anyway," Josh says, introducing you to Tyler. “N-nice to m-meet you, Y/N,” Tyler stutters nervously, extending his hand to you. You grasp his clammy hand, giving it a firm shake. “So, like I said, we’ll be in my room, Tyler,” Josh emphasizes again, hooking his hand around your waist and pulling you towards his room. You flash a friendly smile to Tyler and a quick wave bye. Tyler waves back slowly with an expressionless gaze. “Wait, was he seriously reading the Bible… like, for fun?” you say, pointing behind you to the now closed door inside Josh’s room. “Yup!” Josh answers, taking a seat on his bed. “That’s his idea of fun. It’s all he does; he’s either reading the Bible, playing his Ukulele, his keyboard, or goofing around on Mario Kart,” he continues as he rips open the packaging of the sex dice. “Josh, you need to get that boy out of the house, be his wingman or something. Get him laid; I mean, I’m assuming he’s a virgin?” you ramble. “Uh, ya think?” Josh chuckles. “Poor thing. He’s a cutie though,” he adds, rolling the dice around in his palm, causing you to raise an eyebrow at his admittance. "What? Come on, you know I’m bi… Anyway, you wanna play with the sex dice or not?” he asks impatiently, a smirk spreading on his lips. “Of course, baby,” you smile. “But they’re not gonna roll well on the bed. Come down here on the floor,” you suggest, lowering yourself to sit on his bedroom floor and patting the spot next to you. Josh rolls first, but you’re not even two rolls in, most of the actions innocent so far, when suddenly the door flings open. “Hey, Josh, you wanna play Mario Kart?” Tyler asks nonchalantly like he didn’t just barge into Josh’s room without knocking. “Tyler, remember when I told you we,” he says, pointing back and forth between you and himself, "were gonna be in my room?" Josh says with a hint of suggestion in his voice. “Ummm, yeah…” Tyler answers as he twirls his brunette locks, clearly not getting it. “Oh, what are you guys playing?” he asks, noticing the dice on the floor. “A game,” Josh answers hastily, getting annoyed with his roommate. “Oh cool, can I play?” Tyler asks naively, causing you and Josh to exchange a look. It’s clear you both have the same idea. “Sure,” you smirk, again patting a spot next to you. “Ok, so here’s how this is gonna work: this game typically isn’t made for three players, so round one, you and I will pair up, Tyler. Then round two, Josh and I will pair up, and round three will be you and Josh,” you say, speaking to Tyler. “I’ll roll first.” You grasp the dice from the floor, shaking them between your clasped hand and opening them to spill out the dice. “Lick/Ear,” you say, reading the dice and shifting your body onto your hands and knees, inching closer to Tyler. You trail your tongue seductively along the shell of his ear, getting carried away and placing a light nibble on the soft part of his earlobe. “S-stop, that tickles,” Tyler squeals, moving his head away from you. “Hey, you wanted to play,” you tease. “Okay, Tyler, your turn,” you say, handing him the dice. “Ummm, kiss/lips,” he reads aloud after his roll. He scoots closer to you placing a quick, chaste peck on your lips, and returns to his original spot with blushed cheeks. “Ooooh! Tyler’s first kiss,” Josh teases in a sing-song voice. “Shut up, Josh!” Tyler retorts, turning redder by the second. Josh takes his turn rolling the dice next. “Mmmm suck/breast, now we’re getting somewhere,” Josh smirks. Tyler’s eyes go wide as Josh pulls your breast from your low-cut shirt, grabbing it roughly as he sucks on your nipple. You tip your head back, letting out a low moan as Josh gets into it, now teasing the bud of your nipple with his tongue. Your eyes dart to Tyler to gauge his reaction, and he quickly clasps his hands over the growing bulge in his jeans. “W-what kind of game i-is th-this?” Tyler stammers nervously as Josh pulls his mouth from you. “It’s a sex game, Tyler. These are sex dice,” you laugh, eyeing the tent in his pants he’s so desperately trying to hide. “ I-I’ve never had sex,” he confesses, shifting anxiously, his hands still firmly in his lap. “Ya don’t say!” you retort sarcastically, nodding your head down to point out the fact that he’s been absent-mindedly palming himself. “Frick! I’m sorry!” he blurts out, embarrassed, quickly flinging his hands to his side, only to immediately bring them back to cover his obvious erection. “Tyler, it’s ok to be turned on. That’s kind of the point of this game, but you don’t have to play if you’re uncomfortable,” you reassure him. “No… I-I-I want to play,” he gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Josh gives Tyler an encouraging smile as he hands you the dice. “Your turn babe.” “Ooooh, Lick/Navel!” you say excitedly. “You know I think that belly button of yours is one of the sexiest things about you. Bring your ass over here,” you demand, beckoning him with a finger.

Josh obliges, shuffling over to you on his knees and lifting his shirt. You dip your head, your tongue darting out between your parted lips to trace along the perfect swirl of Josh’s navel. You circle the pattern again and again, your saliva filling the small, shallow crater in his abdomen before withdrawing your mouth back and ending with a kiss to the round, knotted, depression.

“Alright, round three, you and Josh,” you say, biting your lip as you hand the dice to Tyler, your fingers grazing his sweaty palm. “It- it says s-suck/below waist, but-but that’s homosexual. That’s a sin,” Tyler rambles, flustered after his roll. “We can stop playing anytime you want, Tyler, but don’t lie to yourself. I see the way you look at me when I get out of the shower with only a towel around my waist, the way you scurry into your room to do God knows what while you think about me. Isn’t that true Tyler?” Josh taunts, causing Tyler to draw in a sharp breath and shake his head in agreement.

Tyler exhales, making his way over to Josh and fumbling with the buckle of Josh’s belt. He reaches into his roommate's boxers, pulling out his semi-hard dick, and runs a clammy hand up and down its length until Josh is fully hard. Tyler lowers his head to wrap his inexperienced lips around the head of Josh’s member and begins to suck.

“Yeah, just like that, Tyler,” Josh encourages. “Mmmm, ya know, for the record, ‘below the waist’ could have been anything: my thigh, my knee, hell, even my toe, but your mind just went straight to my dick didn’t it?” Josh teases, softly stroking the slightly younger boy's hair as the elder leans back with one hand for support to watch. Tyler hums lowly, agreeing in response. The vibrations drive Josh wild. “Mmmm fuck, Ty! Guess you’re not as innocent as I thought." You watch as Tyler palms himself while he sucks off your boyfriend, and you can’t help but notice you’ve been rubbing yourself too. You motion to Josh to change the position so you can straddle Tyler. He obliges, shifting onto his knees and pushing Tyler down into a similar position that mimics the one he was just in: laying down, his upper body propped up with one hand, as he bobs over Josh’s length. You straddle Tyler, your black skirt fanned out over his thighs as you grind your clit against his clothed erection. Tyler moans around Josh’s length with every roll of your hips, bringing Josh closer and closer to the edge. “Can I?” you ask, tugging at Tyler’s belt. “Please!” he begs, removing Josh from his mouth only long enough to answer. In an instant, your panties are off and you're pushing Tyler’s pants and boxers down his thighs. Leaning forward, you place wet kisses along Tyler’s neck as you line him up with your entrance. As you sink down onto his length, you can feel the muscles in his neck working under your kisses as he hallows his cheeks sucking Josh. A muffled moan escapes Tyler’s mouth, his body taken over by the pleasure of the new sensation. “God, keep it up, Ty, and I’m gonna be cumming down that pretty little throat of yours,” Josh moans out between gritted teeth. Tyler needily bucks his hips up in response, perfectly hitting your g-spot. “Oh, fuck, Tyler, right there!” you whine, bouncing on his dick and causing Tyler to repeat the action. “Fuck! You feel so good.” You lean in to breathe in his ear as you raise and lower your hips, the sound of slapping skin echoing throughout the room. “I’m… gonna… fr-fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Tyler pauses giving Josh head and lifts his hips up off the floor, pushing deep into you, his cock throbbing as he spills inside of you. The sensation of the virgin’s warm cum setting off your own orgasm, you and Tyler now a pleasure-stricken mess. “Fuck, you two look so wrecked; it’s so fucking hott,” Josh moans, replacing Tyler’s limp hand with his own, pumping himself a few times before spurts of cum land in generous amounts across Tyler’s lips and face.

“I say next time you let me fuck you,” Josh huffs with a smirk. Tyler swipes the cum from his lips with his tongue before answering.

“Ok.”

#definite part 2 coming #tyler joseph #tyler joseph smut #tyler joseph x reader #tyler joseph x josh dun #joshler #joshler smut #josh dun #josh dun smut #josh dun x reader #twenty one pilots #twenty one pilots smuts #twenty one pilots fan fiction

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I Kissed A Boy (Dean x Reader)

A/N: Okay, this one is a little long because I got a little carried away while writing this haha😅 Anyways, this was fun to write, I just loved the idea of Dean exploring his inner gayness if you know what I mean😏 There is also implied sexy times so be warned ;) Enjoy!!

Request: Can you write a Dean one where you and the brothers were hunting a witch and before you guys kill the witch, she hits you with a spell that turns you into a guy and Dean doesn’t know why he feels equally sexually attracted to you as a guy when you were a girl and idk how to explain but yeah thank you btw love your blog!! :)

Warnings: slight cursing, homosexuality((sorta))

“I’ll go around back and you two take the front,” you said to the brothers as you pointed your gun to the side, showing them where you’ll go.

Sam and Dean nodded but Dean held your arm to stop you as you started walking, making you turn back to look at him questioningly. “Stay safe,” Dean said before letting go.

You nodded and gave him a small smile before heading to the back of the house. You and the Winchesters were hunting a witch and the three of you finally found her. When you found her, you really thought it was a fairytale coming to life, with the witch house in the middle of the forest, toads hopping about and crows.

God, how you hate witches. They were sneaky sons of bitches, with all their hex bags and curses. The brothers didn’t like them any less. You had started hunting with the Winchesters ever since they met you at Bobby Singer’s house, the three of you just clicked. Well, mostly you and Sam, you and the older Winchester were always at each other’s throats but the two of you seemed to have gotten over it and you somehow ended up liking him. You guess opposites really do attract.

Shaking your head, you walked up the steps to the back door, wincing at the creaky steps as you readied your gun before reaching out to place your hand on the doorknob. The moment you opened the door, you noticed the witch standing there but before you could react, she threw some kind of powder at you before bolting. You shut your eyes to prevent the powder from getting in as you coughed, feeling the powder go into your system. “Son of a bitch.”

You continued coughing as you wiped at your eyes, feeling a weird tingling sensation throughout your whole body. You felt everything around you spinning and you quickly grabbed the doorway to support yourself, trying to regain focus. After about five minutes, you heard shouting coming from inside the house before a gun shot sounded. Straightening up, your clothes suddenly felt really tight on you, your shoes too.

Trying to ignore the feeling, you took a step and heard something rip. You closed your eyes. “Oh god.”

You moved with difficulty and finally managed to shrug your leather jacket off and toe off your shoes as they were hurting way too much, holding the jacket in front of you to examine. You saw that the black leather jacket had ripped from the seams. You gasped as what caught your attention wasn’t the jacket but your hands. They didn’t look like your hands. They looked more…manly.

Reaching up, you tried to run your hand through your hair but winced as you heard another rip. Your hand touched your hair but you realized that you didn’t have your long hair anymore, it was shorter but long enough for you to slick it back and it staying put.

Taking in a breath, you felt the plait shirt restricting your movements so you decided, screw it as you unbuttoned the shirt all the way and removed the bra that felt incredibly tight. Looking down at your body, you realized that your breasts were gone and were replaced with flat yet solid pecs, you also had abs guys would die for. You suddenly froze, realization hitting you like a brick.

Oh. My. God.

You looked up as you heard a gun cocking, seeing the brothers look at you with their guns raised. Dean looked around before looking back at you, glancing at the torn-up leather jacket in your hand before shooting at you without any warning.

“Jesus!” You shouted as you managed to move to the side in time, the bullet barely grazing you. “What the hell is wrong with you, Winchester?!”

The tight jeans were making it very hard for you to move, by very, you meant that the button popped off as you heard the jeans tear. You also noticed how low your voice sounded, and god do you really sound as amazing as you think you do now?

“Who are you and where’s Y/N?” Sam asked as he heard his brother unlock the safety of his gun.

“I am Y/N!” You yelled, trying to throw your hands up but you heard the shirt rip again making you groan in frustration as you just removed the shirt so that you were shirtless. You looked at the shirt. “Oh, com’on, this was my favorite shirt.”

Dean frowned as he slowly locked the safety, eyeing you carefully, looking you up and down as he stared at your chest, going down to your now unbuttoned jeans and to your shoeless feet. “Y/N?”

“Yes,” you said through clenched teeth. “Now, can someone get me some clothes that can fit me?”

Sam and Dean shared a glance before looking back at you, Sam heading to the impala where he knew that all your duffel bags were. Dean continued staring at you as he tucked his gun in the waistband at the back of his jeans, walking to stand in front of you as he looked you up and down again.

You were now almost his height, your hair still your normal hair color but a lot shorter, it was messy as if you were pushing your hair back in frustration. Your body was lean and toned, you had a v-line dipping down below your jeans. Dean looked back to your face, your features were almost similar as before, but you looked more rugged, handsome. Don’t get him wrong, he was definitely attracted to you as a female but now that you were a male, he didn’t know what to think.

You felt a smirk tugging on your lips as you watched Dean. “What? Has your inner gayness been activated?”

Dean immediately looked away as he cleared his throat. “Uh, wh-what happened to you?”

You sighed tiredly. “I was coming up the steps and when I opened the door, the witch was there and threw some powered stuff on me and bam, I’m a dude.”

Dean raised a brow as Sam came back, tossing you one of Dean’s shirt, jeans and boxers as you were more of his size now. You raised the boxers up and looked to Sam. The younger Winchester shrugged and you told the brothers to turn around as you quickly removed the tight jeans and panties as you put on Dean’s clothes, trying to not think too much about having a dick now.

When you were done, you felt a hundred times better than you did a few minutes ago. You gathered all your things before walking past the brothers, feeling them follow behind you. You glanced back. “You guys think I’ll ever return back to my normal self?”

“We might have to ask Bobby about that, since we definitely can’t ask the witch,” Dean said as he nodded to the witch that laid dead in the living room. You sniffed as you turned away from the body and headed out of the house, your feet feeling empty without shoes.

“I’ll call Bobby,” Sam said as he pulled out his hand phone and punched in some numbers.

You mouth a ‘thanks’ as you fell into step with Dean. You nudged him lightly with your shoulder, making him look at you. You grinned. “One to ten, how much do you want to fuck me as a dude?”

Dean froze in his step as you laughed and stopped as well, Sam looking at the two of you weirdly as he talked to Bobby. You waved for him to walk ahead first as you faced Dean, seeing the man’s ears go red, making you laugh harder. You walked towards him and kissed him on the cheek which was a lot easier than last time as you had to tip toe but now you were around his height so it was easy. Shaking your head, you walked towards the impala, trying not to laugh as you heard Dean muttering under his breath.

“She’s a girl, she’s a girl, she’s a girl.”

“So, Bobby said that it’ll probably last for 24 hours,” Sam said as the three of you stepped out of the impala and headed to a motel.

You groaned before stretching, feeling someone’s eyes on you. You turned to face Dean but he looked away and headed to the trunk of the impala where the three of you took out the duffel bags.

You had your own room while the brothers had their own room, the usual, but now you were sitting on a chair in the Winchesters’ room as you sipped on your beer, watching the TV, the sound of Sam showering in the background. Glancing back where the beds were, you saw Dean leaning against the headboard with his legs stretched in front of him, ankles crossed as he watched you.

Smiling, you turned to face him, placing the beer on the table as you rested your elbow on the table, your chin on your hand. “You rarely check me out this much, you must really like me as a guy, huh?”

Dean grumbled as he took a swig of his beer. “Shut up.”

You continued looking at him, the smile still on your face. “Have you ever kissed a dude?”

Dean looked surprised by the question before he frowned. “Nope, never will.”

“Even me?” You asked, watching Dean’s jaw drop. You didn’t know if it was because now you were a different gender or if it was because of all the exciting events from today that was making you act this bold.

Dean licked his lips and you stood up, slowly walking towards him, Dean eyeing your every move. You watched as he placed his beer on the nightstand, straightening up slightly. You leaned one hand beside his head as you moved to straddle his thighs. Dean gulped as he stared at you.

You leaned forward until you were close enough to feel his breath against your lips. Oh, how you waited for this very moment. You felt Dean’s hands reaching up to rest on your hips and you smirked as you leaned forward more and brushed your lips against his.

“This is so weird,” Dean said under his breath.

You chuckled as you ran one of your hand through his short hair. “You’ve really never been with a guy before?”

“Never,” Dean replied immediately, looking at you with dark eyes. “You’re a chick.”

You laughed again. “Yes, I’m a chick but now, anatomically, I’m a dude.”

Dean watched you before he let out a growl. “Screw it all.” He reached a hand behind your neck and pulled you down, smashing your lips against his. You responded immediately, kissing him back with the same passion.

When the two of you pulled apart, you felt your jeans getting tighter in a certain region and you licked your lips. “So, repeating my previous question, one to ten, how much do you want to fuck me as a dude?”

Dean watched as your tongue dart out and trailed over your lips, him leaning forward and nibbling your lower lip. “Ten.”

You chuckled and leaned forward to kiss him, the two of you completely forgetting about the younger Winchester as he stepped out of the bathroom, gasping as he saw the scene in front of him. Sam immediately covered his eyes. “Com’on!”

You and Dean quickly pulled apart as the two of you looked at the younger Winchester. You nodded towards the table. “My keys are on the table.”

Sam groaned as he snatched his duffel bag off his bed, glaring at the two of you. “You guys owe me.” He shook his head and left. “Oh, my god, I need to bleach my eyes.”

You laughed as you leaned down again and kissed Dean, seeing his eyes twinkle. “Shall we continue?”

#dean winchester #dean oneshot #dean x reader #dean winchester oneshot #spn imagine #supernatural oneshot #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #reader insert #oneshot

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