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Hope you are having a good day! If you have time, I would love your opinion on something- are there any common pitfalls you see in people writing characters with canes, or details you'd like to see more of? A character in a fic series I write uses a cane after a bad head injury that has resulted in nerve damage and motor control problems, so needs a cane or mobility aid most days. Whilst I know there must be a lot of variation amongst cane users as to how they incorporate canes into their lives, anything you think might be worth knowing to improve writing him would be wonderful!
Also, the character is a smith and absolutely forges/makes his own canes, so if you could have a cane that looked or is shaped like *anything*, what would it be?
hi hi! thanks for the question!
hmmm a big one when writing a cane user would be don't make it their Whole Character. they should be a character who also just uses a cane. don't make their disability their entire personality but still show how it affects their life (both in the use of the cane and also showing their other symptoms beyond that). also disabled characters who are just pity parties aren't fun to read for me as a disabled person.
for just casual little things, if u prop ur cane against something (especially like. a table) then it WILL fall over. this will happen and no matter how u prop it, the cane will clatter on the ground at a comedically timed moment. but also for fun uses, using my cane to drag something closer when I'm sat down and something is just out of reach! (or, bc I'm short, pulling something forward on a shelf out of my reach 😂)
also, personally, i pick out canes based on color/pattern (after first concluding it's a useable cane ofc but that seems obvious) and i personalize them as well! if he's a smith then how does ur character personalize his canes when he makes them? or does he just make them useable and not think abt it beyond that? does he have multiple canes? just a single good ol trustworthy one? what kind of handle does he prefer? does he attach a wrist strap? (all valid but it's all some things u should consider!)
also! not cane specific so not what ur asking abt but how do his motor control problems affect his smithing? my chronic illness affects my fine motor skills and causes intense muscle spasms, both of which affect my every day life. just mentioning things to keep in mind!
as for the last part of ur question, i would kill for a functional, comfortable dragon handle cane. dragon handle canes definitely exist! it's the function and comfort that's hard to find. would be great if it didn't cost an arm and a leg too lmao
my inbox and dms are always open for any other questions!
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Anyone who slept with Aoki: Bro just nutted in me now he’s checking out stocks
this implies the improbable reality that ryo aoki has had sex
#snap chats#i have a very factual tier list of canonical virges / HC'd virges / and Definitely Fucks#aoki has 1000% never fucked in his life i know this is true#ive never been more certain than this answer#you know who WOULD nut and then immediately check his stocks tho......#the same guy who bought a stock in every taxi company in kamurocho--
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who are your favorite and least favorite liverpool players??
hmmm i’d say least fav are harvey, alisson & fab, harvey just seems like a rat & his ma is horrible, fab & alisson are raging fascists 😭 i love most of the others!! but virgil, ibou, joe , andy, thiago, bobby & joel are very special to me 😭🫶🏽💞
#so like half the squad but have you seen me i am the ibou virg joel defence squad nr 1#answered#football
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seafoam harlequin /lh lilac sapphire lemon steel.
i am falling under the impression that we are bunching seafoam harlequin and sapphire here Together,,,,, well! i will not be disputing the fact that i am very much Insane in the Membrane 😈😈😈 and if i am being shrunk down here and thrown under a microscope and kept in a jar. can i At Least be given a recipet for a blanket. because for a little guy apparenemtly as sily as me u Must keep me with the utmost Care and Love
#and have u conducted any studies on me Nonsie. any at all ?!?! if so. u Must tell me#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK#WOOHOO YAHOO YIPPEE#HAVING SM FUN ANSWERING THESE#I LOVE PEOEPLES THOUGHTS ON ME LMFAOO#THANK U FOR SAYING I MAKE THE DASH NICE !!!!! I TRY TO CURATE AN EXPERIENCE UP IN HERE#ALSO SO GLAD U LIKE MY OWN POSTS !!!! YAS#nonsie asks#ineffable.txt#meraki.txt#Also. virg is this you#🤨🤨🤔#i Will keep making wild guesses as to whom this is and no one can Stop me
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ALL YOUR INNOCENCE, CORIOLANUS SNOW.
cw: reader is a virg, PRAISE, taking virg, peacekeeper!snow, p in v
nsfw ahead !
coriolanus hated the hob. unless you were there. the drunkard's smell filled the place up while coriolanus and sejanus bantered over small things. peacekeepers get a few nights off, they have to make it last.
his favorite part was you. you’d be with all of your friends, bow in your hair swaying every which way when everyone was boot stompin’, this was the ideal night for you. different men trying to feel you up or talk to you made you even less engaged in the show and more so in the drinks.
you’d scrapped up your last bit of change for your drink, but it still wasn’t enough. “still not enough, sorry,” the bartender offered a pity smile before shuffling away to serve other patrons.
coriolanus had been watching you, your pretty face being the only thing left to entertain him on those cold, uneventful nights.
you were surprised, to say the least when he walked to the bar and put a few dollars on the counter for the tender to see, “that should cover it.” his tall frame behind you, practically towering over you.
the bartender hands you your drink before you look up at coriolanus, “thank you, sir.” and he shudders at the sudden eye contact. “my pleasure, ‘s on the house.” a quick smile creeps onto his face. you waltz back over to your friends, drink in hand.
he stares across the crowd just to see you. this was your first time seeing him outside of his full peacekeeper attire, but he had seen you multiple times. on reaping day, outside of the hob, at the hanging tree. the way tears rolled down your face each time the criminals were strung up made him realize just how innocent you are.
you shuffle away to a room toward the back of the hob, trying to find a friend who had wandered off. he follows narrowly behind you like you’re his prey, like his princess. you notice him behind you, startled by his presence. “s’ just me. you’re good, princess.” he examines you, so small under him.
“ – thank you, again. i can get the money back, sir.” you furrow your brows, feeling scrutinized, “promise.”
his lips curve softly into a closed-mouth smile, “my pleasure, princess.” his eyes move all over your small frame. your fingers fiddle with the end of your dress, your lower thigh being put on display for him as you look up. he can’t help but wonder how innocent you are, how much he just wanted to protect you.
your pouty lips only add to his need for you, his need to treat you like his princess. you guys can’t help but just stare at each other, his eyes piercing straight into you.
he snaps out of his trance, eyes finally moving away from you. he gives a courtesy smile before pivoting right back to the crowd's direction. “gotta get back, princess, hm?” he says while walking back into the common, crowded area.
you practically forget about the encounter half an hour later, but coriolanus still eyes you from his seat next to sejanus. “ – desperate,” sejanus says, swishing his drink around in his cup. “you’re desperate.”
the crowd is still compact, you move through safely aside from unwanted touches everywhere and catcalls. you stumble before bumping into coriolanus, “watch where you’re goin’, could hurt yourself, princess.” he coos into your ear, leaning down to reach your ear.
you look up at him before touching his shoulder, eye contact strong. “sorry.” your fingers touching his wrist before grabbing it, and dragging him onto the floor. he touches your waist briefly before gripping the other side. “too loud, let’s go to the back, hm?” you smile and nod eagerly before he leads you to the hallway you previously had an encounter in. “now, what’s your name, doll?” he asks you, finger trailing up your arm. you tell him, not being able to hold back from answering.
you wait for his words, only getting a hand cradling and stroking your jaw. “what a doll.” he coos onto your skin. your eyes almost make his legs buckle when you look at his lips. he examines you with a certain look while he caresses your cheek softly. you can’t help but kiss him, but he kisses back passionately. his hands roam your body, fingers gripping softly around your neck. he had never been this close.
“don’t want you back out there, ‘kay?” you nod as he leads you into a room with nothing but a small cot and a table. he kisses you ferociously while his hands softly graze over your skin, not wanting to break you. “what’s your name?” you ask him, and he answers, “coriolanus – snow.” hesitating to finish the name.
he looks at you for confirmation before running his finger up your dress and along your lace panties. “god, i mean, you’re just teasin’ me. huh, doll?” finger touching your clothed clit. your hand curves around his clothed bulge, and he bucks his hips into your hands quickly.
“never done this, never got this far.” you whisper into his ear while you hook your finger onto his pants. “good, that’s good, i’ll show you,” he whispered to you before kissing you again, the cut on his top lip serving as a reminder of his occupation. what he does to people. yet he can only think to protect you.
he lays you down softly on the table, standing between either of your legs. “can i see it? please?” you beg while he caresses your thigh, dress ridden up to your stomach. he complies, nodding while he unbuckles his belt. pulling his pants down to reveal his clothed cock with a wet patch, hunched over while he palms himself through his boxers, earning a groan.
you look up at him with your innocent eyes, waiting for him to do something. he pulls his cock out of his boxers, it springing up and leaking with pre cum. he ruts his cock against your clothed clit, large hands gripping your waist as you pout.
“gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, doll?” he says, pulling down your panties. “‘s not gonna fit. gonna break you.” his tip prodding at your wet entrance. his tip makes you wince when he even tries to stick it inside of your wet cunt. you shudder and grip his arm, “it will, won’t hurt me just put it all in.” you say, so needy for his fat cock in you, wanting him to take away all of your innocence.
“ready, princess? ‘s gonna hurt.” he furrows his eyebrows as he waits for your confirmation. you nod before he pushes his fat cock deep into you. your eyes water and you whine when his tip forces its way into your tight cunt. his gaze meets yours while he slowly pushes in, inch by inch getting more engrossed into you.
you mewl and cry as he moves his hips back and forth, barely thrusting. “told you, doll, it’s gonna hurt.” his thumb running over your lips when he speeds up, getting more length inside of you. he loves to know he’s doing this to you. do you know how many times he’s even thought of this? being able to break you open?
“ – m’ okay,” you hiss. “gonna push it all in, ‘kay?” he cranes his neck to see your eyes, making sure you know. he places his hands on either of your hips, lightly caressing them before sliding far inside of you, eliciting a groan from him and cries from you. you whine and tears run down your face when you smile at him. “tsk, so pretty.” his cock now sliding in and out of your tight cunt that grips him perfectly.
your lower half shakes uncontrollably under his cock. “so pretty, hm, doll? takin’ it good. first time for everything.” you turn into an incoherent mess when his cock brushes up against that spongy spot. he can tell you’re almost there. his hands press all over your back, pulling you closer to him. “feel it comin’, feel it in my stomach.” you say. he nods, taking in your words.
your cunt grips coriolanus perfectly, making sure to attend to every vein and suck every drop of pre cum out of him. he thrusts passionately, hips finding a rhythm to pleasure you with. you look up at him with those big, pretty eyes and whine every time.
“ – can’t take it– can’t take it anym–more.” your legs shake before your stomach tightens up completely. he sets his warm thumb on your clit, rubbing it lazily. “c’mon, princess. scream for me. tell me how good this feels for your first time.” you cum hard around his cock, spasming harshly.
you can barely form a coherent sentence when you cum all around him, his lips smashing yours, juices spilling all over the table and floor. “ – s–so g–good.” you try to say as drool pools at the corners of your mouth.
juices fall from your cunt as he takes this as an opportunity to speed up again, pushing deep inside of you as you dig your nails deep into his arms. “almost d–done, princess.” he groans.
his cock twitches before his balls tighten up at the sight of you. so pretty, completely cock-drunk, crying from him. you can barely look at him.
“gonna take it all, take all of me, princess.” he wraps his arms around your torso before cumming deep inside of you. his cock continues to twitch as it gets covered in his cum, making sure to fuck it deep inside of your cunt. tears flow freely down your face when his cum gets pushed into you. “can’t – can’t do it anymore. stomach…” you taper off before you cum again, your mixed juices falling onto the floor beneath you.
coriolanus still thrusts, just slower and more tame. he delivers sloppy kisses all over your face, letting you know how proud he is of you. “did so well. took me so well for your first time, princess.” he nods to make sure you know how perfectly you did.
“hurts, hurts real bad, coryo.” he hisses at the sudden nickname.
“i know, i know, doll.” he coos while rubbing your back.
he smiles knowing you’re his now, you’re his girl.
um im gonna watch tbosas again
#coriolanus snow#tbosas#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus smut#coriolanus imagine#coriolanus x you#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#coriolanus x y/n#tom blyth#billy the kid x you#billy the kid smut#billy the kid x reader#billy the kid fanfiction#billy the kid#tom blyth smut#young president snow#young snow#coriolanus drabble#smut
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Moments in Love — Ethan Landry ★
PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader
SUMMARY: Just you and Ethan on the subway sharing headphones :)
WARNINGS: just fluff! enjoy my dears
You and Ethan were on your way home after a date, but since New York is so crowded you had to take the subway. No taxis would take you so this was the best idea you had! The subway was fine you didn’t mind it, it was just how many people were actually on the subway. But it also made sense, NYC is beautiful but a pain in the ass.
Ethan sat down in a seat then you sat next to him. You put your earbuds in and looked at him. You stared at him with pure admiration. Your favorite thing to do was gush about him to your friends, you just couldn’t help it! He was really pretty, he was smart, he was actually funny to your surprise (except for his dad jokes) , and he was kind, trusting, caring. You could make a whole book about him. If you were being totally honest you didn’t know how he was a virg-
He caught you staring and lightly flicked your head, snapping you out of your thoughts. “What were you looking at?” He asked and laughed at your reaction, you looked away with a tiny smile on your face and fiddled with your hands, “Nothin” you said sheepishly. He quirked an eyebrow at that answer. “Okay, you,” he snorted.
He looked down at you and smiled, then took your hand in his and rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. You looked up at him with heart eyes and he looked at you the exact same. He was so perfect and just so special, you didn’t know if you deserved him. But he was yours so you knew you did something right!
“Can I listen with you?”
“Hm?” he pointed to your earbuds, “Can I listen to music with you?”
“Oh, yeah, of course Eth.” You smiled at him before handing him an earbud. He moved a little closer to you and you felt the need to put your head on his shoulder, so you did.
Ethan didn’t know how he got you. You had liked him for a while and he had NO idea. Chad and Tara were the ones that had to do the matchmaking cause he liked you as much as you did him. He was nervous and oblivious you were nervous and oblivious, it was the perfect match. He had never had a real relationship before and you never seemed to have a good one, but you both got lucky and found each other.
He started tapping his fingers on your hand along to the beat, with them still being intertwined and you smiled. It was the little things he did.
After that song played you asked him if he wanted to play one which he happily obliged to. It went like that for a while, you both taking turns playing songs, him thinking about how you two needed to make a playlist together, and your hands still interlocked.
You had both made it to your stop and got off, you were both going back to your dorms which was about a 7 minute walk. He decided he would start a conversation about music and it was probably the best idea he’s ever had. You quickly became interested in the topic and you both had a really good conversation.
“Opinion on September?”
“Doesn’t get any better than that.”
“Good, I was worried I would’ve had to break up with you” he joked and you dramatically put your hand on your heart. “I can’t believe you would think of such a thing” he laughed at you and that made laugh. You don’t know how many times he’s made you listen to ‘Lets groove’ in your time of knowing him, but thought it was adorable.
After you guys talked the whole way there you felt even more in love with him, you didn’t even know that was possible. You couldn’t stop smiling and laughing, he just made you unbelievably happy. To both of your dismay, you had made it to his apartment first. You walked him to his door and kissed his cheek and attempted to walk away before he gently grabbed your hand.
“Do you have to go?”
You thought about it for a minute. Tara would be out and Sam would be at Danny’s and you knew Quinn had a boy over sooo
“Nah I don’t think so” you both smiled brightly before going inside.
#scream 6#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#jack champion#jack champion x reader#ethan landry imagine#ethan landry thoughts#dizzy writes?! 😵💫
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Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*
A/N: we need more big virg writers because this is criminal
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“So, any more kids on the way?” My aunt asks me. Virgil and I are visiting my family at my mom's house, and, as per usual, my auntie is interrogating me. “Auntie, I just had a baby a year and a half ago. No harm in taking a break.” I say, juggling our youngest daughter in my arms while reaching for her pacifier. “Don’t you want to try for a boy?” I roll my eyes at that comment. Virgil and I are more than happy with our 3 girls. I simply shrug at her, attempting to ignore her old ways. “Wouldn’t you love a boy to carry on your legacy, Virgil?”, referring to his football career. I look at Virgil, waiting for his answer. “Anything my sons could do, my daughters can as well.” He calmly explains, quickly shutting down her bogus remarks.
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“Kids, come on. We have to go.” I say to my two older girls. “No, mama! Can we stay over? Please??” The oldest begs. “Please, mama. Everyone is staying over with Teta (grandma), can we too??” My secondborn says. I look at Virgil, expecting some backup. “Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The baby is already asleep, why wake her up?” Virgil says. I look over to my lastborn who is asleep on my mom’s couch. I look up in both frustration and contemplation. “Y/N, they’re more than welcome to stay over.” My mom chimes in. I look down at my daughters looking up at me with pleading eyes. I look to my right to see my husband looking down at me, something behind his eyes that I can’t pinpoint. I look to my left to see my mom playing with the other kids.
“Alright, fine.” I say which is followed by an eruption of screams and cheers from my daughters then followed up by shushing from my husband, pointing to their sleeping younger sister.
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“Bye, babygirls. I love you and be good!” I say as Virgil ushers me out of my childhood home. We walk down the driveway as Virgil goes on about his day, upcoming games, his co-captaincy with Trent, etc as I listen. He opens the car door of his Mercedes and helps me in.
“So, first night away from the girls. How do you feel?” Virgil asks me, breaking our comfortable silence. “I’m more nervous for my mom, to be fair. You know how tired we get with 3 girls. Imagine what my mom’s going through with 8 of them.” I joke. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mean, she raised you.” Virgil replies. “Yeah, but I was the only girl in my family.” I say. “I’m sure you alone were worse than those 8 girls.” I quickly smack Virgil’s chest with the back of my hand, which was previously resting in his, on my lap. “Hey, I’m driving! That’s a hazard.” I roll my eyes at my far too sassy husband.
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“Sweetheart, we’re home.” I hear as I’m shaken awake. “Hmm? Okay, I’m up.” I say groggily. I throw my arms up in a stretch, unknowingly hitting my husband in the face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Virg.” I say, laughing as he rubs his eyes.
“The house feels odd empty and quiet. It’s as if we don’t have 3 ticking time bombs in bed.” I comment, making my way up the stairs with Virgil following close behind. “It’s almost like that’s what it is.” Virgil retorts. I look down at him and stuck my tongue out playfully. I turn my head to look in front before I feel a grab on my ass. I slightly jump as I hear a deep giggle from below me.
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Virgil and I are lying in bed together after performing our nightly routines. Virgil has his head in my lap as I sat up and braid his hair, engrossed in the snobby activities of the Dubai Bling cast (best reality show idgaf). “Can you believe Ebrahem? He’s doing way too much.” I comment. (guys i love this show you dont understand. You should all watch it) “Baby?” I heard Virgil say. “Hmm?” I replied. “Let’s do something fun.” He comments. “Hmm? Oh, yeah sure.” I say absentmindedly, focused on my show. Virgil reaches over for the TV remote and turns it off. “HEY!” Virgil is taken aback by my volume and tone of voice. “Sorry, but what the fuck? It was getting so good.” I say. “Did you hear me?” Virgil says. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine. “I said let’s have some fun.” Virgil says suggestively. He sits up and takes the wine out of my hand. He reaches over to my side table and flicks off the lamp, leaving only the recently installed LEDs in our room on. Virgil leans over me and pulls me into a heated kiss. I lowly moan into my husband’s skilled lips. “Hold on.” He says, pulling away.
Virgil reaches around for his phone. He quickly connects it to our built-in and extremely overpriced home sound system he insisted we needed and plays our shared sex playlist which, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to use nearly enough, having to keep quiet due to our daughters.
I look up at my husband who is now on top of me. “Seriously?” I say questioning his choice of music. “What? You like it and you know it.” He says as he leans in to kiss me once again. “Mmh, Virg…” I say in between kisses. “What do you need, mama?” He whispers into my ear. “You.” I whisper back. He gets off me and takes off his shirt and leans back in to kiss me. I run my nails up and down his sides which makes him shiver. Virgil slowly kisses down my chin, onto my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Oh, fuck. Virg…” I mewl, grabbing onto his hair, loosely tied, contrary to his slicked-back look during the day. I feel him release his suction on my neck and give my fresh bruise a light kiss.
Virgil slides himself down my body to where I need him most. He undoes my house robe to reveal me in my panties. He taps my hips, signaling me to lift them up so he can take off my clothes. He comes back up and starts sucking on my nipple, rolling the other in his hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He says into me. “Virgil, please. I need you.” I say, my chest heaving. I sit up underneath him, and he gets off me. I pull him to sit on the bed while I get on the carpeted floor, in between his legs. “Can I?” I ask him, pressing on his hard-on through his sweatpants. He lets out a light laugh at me still asking him every single time, without fail, despite all the years together. “Of course, sweetheart.” With his permission, I pull his trousers and underwear down, enough for his dick to spring out at me.
I let out a sigh as I looked at my husband's horse-cock. (lol im so funny) Virgil grabs the back of my head gently and looks down at me. “Well, go on then, love.” He says encouragingly. I slowly sink my mouth onto him as he groans. I try to go as deep as I can without gagging, however it is inevitable. My eyes start watering as I’m slobbering over Virgil's dick. He pulls me off him and holds my chin up. He leans down and kisses me before pushing me down on him. I bob my head on his dick and suck on his tip, earning a hearty moan from Virgil. “Fuck, love, you keep going like that we’re gonna be done real soon.” He says, pulling me up.
I climb up my abnormally big husband and give him a sloppy kiss and move to kiss his neck. He gently grabs my neck and makes me face him. I stare into his eyes, very obviously drunk off his dick. I let out a giggle and kiss him more. He grabs me and places me on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. I hear him ridding himself of his remaining clothes behind me. Before I know it, one of his hands lands on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I turn my head back and our lips meet. He pulls away and opens the drawer next to our bed. He pulls out a bottle of lube we often use when having sex and squeezes it in his hand. He strokes his dick with it, getting it wet. Then, squeezes some directly onto me, knowing that I like how it feels against me. I hiss at the feeling. “Mmm, it’s cold…” I say. “I know, baby.” Virgil says, lining himself up with me.
He pushes into me as I let my head drop into the pillow. “Mmm, Fucckkk…” Virgil moans. “You’re so big, Virgil.” I say, clinging onto my husband’s arm, which is propping him up. “Can I-” I quickly interrupt him. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.” He lets out a laugh. “Always so needy for me.” He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. I let out all sorts of erotic noises before I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself. Virgil quickly notices this. “Hey, I wanna hear all those pretty noises. There’s no girls, you don’t have to be quiet.” He reminds me. I remove my hand from my mouth and let myself feel good.
“Fuck, Virg- I’m gonna cum..” I say, my voice shaking as he pounds into me. “Hmm, already?” He teases. “Viirrrgg!” I half moan half yell. “I’m just kidding. Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you around me.” He encourages me through my orgasm. “Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He says, as he relentlessly fucks me, searching for his high. Just as I feel him beginning to spasm, something hits me. “Wait, Virgil. Pull ou-” But I was too late. Virgil fucked me down from his high. He collapsed into my back. “Virg, get off. I can’t breathe.” I laugh.
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Virgil is resting on my chest after he cleaned us up. “Hey, maybe your aunt is right. Another wouldn’t hurt.” He says. “Oh, so that was your ulterior motive.” I say disappointedly. “Virgil pokes me in my side, knowing I’m not serious. “I’m just kidding. I would love to have another baby with you.”
A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋
#virgil van dijk#virgil van dijk blurb#virgil van dijk imagine#virgil van dijk fanfic#virgil van dijk smut#virgil van dijk x reader#virgil van dijk x y/n#Youtube
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Deep | 03
✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader
✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract
✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content
✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.
✧ word count: 10k
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"if you're just doing it to kill time, then do it with me" taking back his arm from your hold he steps back.
you felt terrified of the words that just came out your mouth, but you decided to stand your ground, there was no turning back. the damage was done. "what" "i said i-"
"no i heard what you said, have you lost you're mind? what is with you today" making his way to the door he tries to escape this awkward situation he was put in. and just like earlier your body moved on it's own. hugging him from behind you pull him back "yoongi!"
he lets out a groan as he pulls your arms off him, holding them to your side, if he leaves now i won't have the courage to ever say anything like this again. "do you even know what you just asked me?
"i'm not stupid nor innocent as you th-"
"oh i've seen the books you read, i know you aint innocent" he chuckles, letting go of your arms you felt your heart sink when he gave you that look. the look of pity, it made your insides twist that you had no other choice but to reach for his face as you pulled him in for a kiss. pressing your lips against his, your hand behind his nape.
your first kiss.
your eyes were shut but his were wide open with shock as he stared at you. hands to his sides he hand no idea what to do, for the first time in his life he was vulnerable to a women. retreating from the kiss you open your eyes and felt a pang to your heart when he was just staring at you confused. you could feel how the blood rushed to your head, making you feel as if you could pass out from embarrassment.
"i have no idea what made you wanna act this way" staring at your lips he glances back up to look you in the eyes "but i hope you understand that this doesn't change anything and the answer is still no"
"yoongi"
"no y/n, that's my final and only answer"
"but-"
"but nothing, you should be focusing on your studies instead of this." you could see he wanted to get out of here, thoughts running through your head. you head no other option but to start talking randomly
"i don't want to be a virgin anymore" raising his eyebrow at this very tmi sentence "ok? uh why?"
"why? cause no one my age is still a virg-"
"who cares what everyone else is or isn't" you begin to feel frustrated at how he keeps cutting you off. you were about to speak up but this time he didn't even let you talk "y/n, i'm not gonna have sex with you just to take your virginity. are you crazy?"
for you. maybe.
"but you have sex with other girls for fun" you whine
"but that's different, stop acting like a child"
"you wouldn't be calling me a child if you would have sex with me" he was speechless, he never had a hard time reading you but not knowing what was going on in your head made him want to run away.
"i know you don't settle for one person, i'm not asking you to be my boyfriend just t-"
"no no and no. please y/n stop talking"
"fine, i'll go to someone else" you turn away, walking around the sofa to sit down. giving him your back
"what? no you aren't" he raises his voice
"you don't tell me what to do"
"what? are you that needy" you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed by you.
"i would rather have my first time with you but if you say no then i'll go with someone else" he groans in frustration as he ruffles his hair. "come here"
"what"
"i said come here"
"are you not gonna change your mind"
"no" you shake your head, not hearing him clearly as your heart was beating so hard it was the only thing you could hear
"yoongi"
"shut up" he says as he grabs your hand, pulling you towards his bedroom. "you still want to loose your virginity to me" he says, pushing his door open. "yes" he pulls you to the bathroom, opening the shower door draging you in behind him. in your head every scenario your head ever read of shower sex was running through your head.
once inside he shuts the glass door only to reach behind you. to turn the water on. "yoongi!" you scream his name as he pushes you under the cold water. hugging you under the water he holds you in place "now you stand here until your horny ass calms down" he says with a smug look on his face.
I try to push him away but all he does is tighten his grip on me "yoongi, let me go before i kill you"
"nope, not until you stop saying you want to loose your virginity for shits and giggles"
you could feel your eyes tear up, once again he took everything i said as a joke. treating me like some kid.
"you're not going to have sex with me or anyone else. you need to focus on school. we're almost done and it's not the time to be slacking off"
"let me go" you say with a shaky voice, the cold water was getting to you
"your dad told me to watch over you, i'm not letting you do dumb choices now that we're almost done with school"
"let me go yoongi" you yell at him, hitting his chest. but he didn't budge, keeping us under the water for about another five minutes. "are you calm"
"yes"
"are you gonna make more crazy requests"
"no"
"are you going to ask someone else" shaking my head in reply.
As if i'd want anyone other than you.
"good girl" he reaches for the handle, turning off the water. he opens the door to the shower, stepping out. "here" he hands you a towel. head down, you take the towel. "wait here, let me get you something to wear" you stand there, with a towel in your hands
"here, wear this" walking into the bathroom he finds you in the same spot, head down. "y/n stop pouting and get changed" he places the clothes on top of the counter before closing the bathroom door.
feeling defeated you change into the dry clothes that belonged to him before opening the door.
"all better"
"yeah" you mumble
"don't be like that. i get how you could be curious about things like that but you don't want to loose your virginity over some reason like that"
"where's your clothes"
"huh"
"i'll put it wash, where did you leave it"
"oh..i put it in the washer." nodding you leave his room, walking past him.
"this girl is gonna be the death of me" he sighs, laying on his bed.
Once you were done he said you weren't allowed to stay over and he quickly sent you away. walking to your apartment you didn't think you'd have to return to made you even more humiliated.
entering your apartment your stomach rumbles. looking at the wall that stands between the two of you. you stick your middle finger out "fuck you yoongi"
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"that's why you got your own car" yoongi tells you as you hold onto the drivers seat door blocking him from getting into his car "you said nothing would change"
"y/n just listen to me and move" grabbing your wrist he pulls it off the handle and you move aside. he gets into the car, starting the engine. you can see how he tilts his head back as he leans it against the head rest. as his window rolls down he turns to look at you and stays silent for a while before sighing "get in, idiot" you tried talking to him but he was only nodding his head or humming. you could feel how he was cautious around you now.
"want to have lunch together" he says as he parks
"now you want to talk? yoongi forget what happened yesterday. it was a mistak-"
"stop"
"no, remember i don't mind my own business. i just wanted to talk to you about maybe being more distant since you won't let go what happened yesterday" without letting him answer, you get out of the car and speed walk to the building.
"please let me sleep over" you hold onto your friend's arm as you shake her pleading for her to save you from the embarrassment.
" what did you do that's so bad you have to hide at my place"
"nothing, i just wanna go out.."
jihye gives you the side eye, knowing damn well there's something you're hiding. "forget it" you pout as you sink deeper into your chair.
"oh stop, yes you can come over" as if you were a spring you straightened pulling her into a tight hug where you squeeze her to death.
"i'll be with jihye tonight. don't wait for me"
"still texting him even though you are hiding out here?" putting your phone away you roll your eyes "i'm just letting him know so he doesn't stay waiting for me. then he can go have his own fun" you give her a bitter smile.
"okay.....anyways i bought these really cute night gowns the other day" tossing one bag to you she grins "i got you a pair too"
"why?" opening the bag you take out the purple silky gown, the floral embroidery that decorated the chest over the nude color had you in awe "this is actually pretty"
"i know! and you never buy things like these" she gives you a push towards the bathroom"now go change, let's see if it look better on" she winks at you as she takes her out of the bag
entering the bathroom you begin to undress, stopping once your phone rings. knowing who it was you decide to ignore it, but he kept blowing up your phone.
come home, stop being stubborn
how do i not know you're out doing what you said you would, answer the phone
your phone then rings as he calls you. but you hang up, opening the messages instead.
i'm at jihye's house
" this looks nice" you look at yourself through the mirror, the gown helped outline all your curves along. your phone rings one more time, annoyed you pick it up.
show me
fine...want me to show you.
yoongi had been to jihye's house when she threw a party once, so he knows how it looks. stepping out of the bathroom you notice jihye wasn't around. she could still be changing you thought. walking to the living room you stand in front of her massive mirror and take a quick photo, showing him where you were but more importantly showing him what you were wearing
happy?
satisfied with your photo you send it and feel all bubbly inside. anxious about the photo and how he'll react. "holy shit you look good" your friend walks into the same room as you, with the exact same night gown but it was red.
"so do you"
"lets take a photo, i won't post it" she knew how you hated taking photos and hated even more having them out in social media. but today you felt bold.
"post it" you shrug
she had her phone up, ready to take the photo but your answer made her put it down and she stared at you "damn what yoongi do to you? i knew it was weird that you wanted to stay out but now this?"
"nothing, i'm just tired of being so...ugh i dont know"
"okok, then show some ass. i want more followers" you laugh at her as she pokes out her chest.
glancing at your phone you see no response only
seen ✓
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Pressing the button, a loud noise rings as the lever slides up letting the basketballs slide down in front of yoongi. As they fell he'd grab them and shoot them into the basket repeatedly one after the other. He's been standing there doing it over and over beating his own score "he must be really fucking mad" jin whispers to namjoon as he stuffs his mouth with chips, namjoon in the other hand looked disgusted by him talking with his mouth full "well no shit think about it. He doesn't tell us what happened, and next thing we know y/n's all over instagram showing ass and half the school talking about it" jin shrugs as he looks back at yoongi who just passed his own high score once again.
"hyung, what if you just tell us what happened" Having finished the game yoongi turns to look at the guys who had a curious and concerned looked on their face. "Nothing happened" yoongi shrugs as he continues to not satisfy his friends curiosity. looking at the clock he picks up his things and says goodbye.
"where are. you going?" namjoon asks him as he follows him outside "my kitten doesn't know how to behave, she left the house so i'm gonna go pick her up"
"the same one that hates how you smell?" namjoon asks confused
"yeah, that one exactly"
it was about time you came back home and yoongi knows jihye took you meaning you had no ride back except her. He wanted to use this moment to talk to you and clear things up.
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After the very nice photo shoot you had with jihye in the living room you both watched some movies, talked about school and then fell asleep. it was 12 in the afternoon the next day when you wake up because of the sound from your phone.
"hello?" you say without checking who called, your groggily voice made the person in the other end of the call chuckle "were you sleeping" your eyes widen as you hear yoongi's voice, sitting up quickly you felt dizzy causing you to lay back down
"yes" you say defeated
"i'm waiting for you outside, I know you don't have a ride and jihye is lazy. she'd probably not wanna take you home"
"but what about the distan-"
"babe, please just come out" your insides felt all fuzzy inside as he called you by you 'babe'. this man made you forget all morals, he could do the worst thing in the whole world and still you'd forgive him
"fine but you're buying breakfast"
"fine, we'll get anything you want" he laughs.
you didn't take long getting all your things together and leaving a note for jihye, since she'll for sure sleep in some more. yoongi was waiting outside the car, leaning against the passenger door. you sigh when you see that between his beautiful slender fingers was a cigarette. He looked so natural as he placed it between his nice plump juicy lips. he hadn't noticed you walking towards him since he was pulling out his lighter, just about to light the cigarette.
you waste no time to pull it out from between his lips, only to stick it into your back pocket. "really yoongi? where are all the jolly ranchers I gave you" you cross your arms clearly disappointed in him. He didn't say anything but stick the lighter back into his pocket "they're all gone"
there was something different about him today. there was this tension between the both of you, you felt your body heating up as he stared at you without saying anything "well find something sweet to eat when i'm not around"
"like what"
"i don't know, just find something" he nods, you both stand there awkwardly for a few minutes before you gather your courage to speak up "yoongi about what happened.." grabbing onto your arm he pulls your body up against him as he stares into your eyes "yoongi?" your voice shakes, startled to have him so close.
"shut up already about what happened" without giving you a chance to answer he presses his lips against yours in the most gentle way you have ever seen someone kiss another person, his hand holding your nape as his thumb caresses your cheek. his hand slithers to your ass, as he sneakily squeezes it as he takes the cigarette from your back pocket. he pulls away from the kiss, no expression on his face at all. well he did look smug, but that's yoongi.
in the other hand you looked stupidly shocked, but he didn't laugh. he made no comment.
"wha-"
"there's nothing wrong with a couple of kisses between friends, stop overthinking about what happened that day" he pats your head right as he grabs your suitcase putting it in the trunk. walking to where you were left dumbfounded he opens the passenger door, you could feel how your face was red, hot , sweaty from what just happened. and as much as he wanted to laugh he didn't.
"yoongi..you kissed me"
"you kissed me first, i was just showing you how it was nothing"
did you hear that? that was my heart shattering into a million pieces, min yoongi just kissed, he was the one who initiated the kiss and he says it was nothing?
"nothing?"
"i meant it was easy to kiss someone"
"someone?"
stopping the car in a empty parking lot he drove into, he turns the ignition off as he turns to look your way "I mean't that kissing between friends isn't a bad thing...it's easy to kiss someone you know and feel comfortable about it"
"friends?"
"babe use full sentences what are you trying to ask" he groans as he sits back on his seat, not looking your way anymore. annoyed by the way he was taking the situation you felt anger fill your stomach and you wanted to yell.
taking off your seatbelt causes him to look your way, thinking you'd get out the car and start throwing a tantrum like maybe say you'll walk home or something but instead he was left with his eyes almost leaving his sockets due to the shock he felt. you swing your leg over, straddling him, you place your hands on his shoulders as you hover over him. being over him you felt more courage, seeing the shock in his face made you feel even more fuzzy inside. wasting no time you sit on his lap making sure to position yourself right above his crotch.
"kissing is fine between friends huh" you ask, pushing his bangs back. gathering himself back together yoongi places his hands on your waist holding you in your place. "a couple of kisses are fine"
"how much is a couple" you ask, inching your face away from his every second you both stared into each others eyes, occasionally not long but the both of you would glance at each others lips.
just as your noses were rubbing against each other he chuckles "as many times as we want i guess"
before you could understand what the fuck you were doing, or if this made you look like a desperate virgin. your lips were pressed against him as he kissed you, softly at first, it didn't take long for him to intensify the kiss. trying to keep up with him. you struggled, this was your first make out session and it was having you drown in euphoria.
"breathe y/n" he chuckles before kissing you again, deepening the kiss you couldn't help the urge to cling to him as you felt like you'd faint at any moment. Your body was doing everything but listening to you as it started to rock your hips against his crotch, making yoongi groan and hold onto your waist ever harder, trying to stop your movements. you don't let him break the kiss, the kiss that was making you feel everything, it would steal your breath and give it right back. who else could've been your first kiss, anyone other than min yoongi would just feel wrong.
"y/n" he mumbles between the kiss, finally breaking apart he places his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath "sweet"
"what?" you ask breathless
"i found something sweeter than jolly ranchers"
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He basically picked you up like a sack of potatoes, in a very weird way that you were back to your seat and he was driving back home. he spoke to you like if nothing had happened and you did the same exact thing even though inside you were screaming.
getting home, he did as he promised and cooked breakfast for you instead of stopping somewhere. sitting in the living room you kept remembering what happened in the car and your body would heat up from how it felt.
if a couple of kisses was okay between friends, and he said a couple meant as many as we wanted. was it safe to kiss him everyday? before you could withdraw from your thoughts, yoongi startles you as he places a plate in front of you of what ever he had cooked "eat up". for some odd reason it wasn't awkward anymore, you felt like that urge you had inside of you had been shimmered down that you could just breath.
"yoongi...can you rethink about what I-"
"no, i don't want you wasting all your first times with me"
"but i want you" you blurt out
"what" he mumbles as he stares at you with his chopsticks stuffed into his bowl that was inches away from his face as he ate.
"i meant, i want to have all my firsts with you..."
putting the bowl down he sits back and crosses one leg over the other "why me"
"i'd feel comfortable if it's you..and i won't feel pressured..i could just say no and i trust you enough to stop"
naive girl yoongi thought. if he ever had the chance to lay a hand on your beyond those clothes. no one would be able to stop him from ruining you. "No"
"yoongi"
"no is no, and my answer is final..." grabbing his bowl he stuffs his face again, not looking at y/n at all. the tension was back, and you felt like you needed to run out of his apartment, the tight feeling in your chest was uncomfortable and you felt like crying. opening your bag you put down the new set of jolly ranchers you had for him not before putting one in your mouth.
washing the dishes since he cooked, he was watching the t.v while he waiting for you. "yoongi, i'm gonna go back to my apartment. i'm still tired"
."alright, knock on the wall when you're in bed so i know" his eyes never leaving the screen as he talks to you. nodding even though he wasn't looking you walk to the entrance bending down to put on your shoes. yoongi watches you as he reaches over to grab the box of cigarettes but stops as his hand hovers over it, he picks it up.
"wait y/n" yoongi walks to the entrance, standing behind you.
"yeah?"
he grabs your chin gently as he pulls your into a kiss, slipping the box into your hand. the kiss was tender, sweet but short but it still made you feel like you were on cloud 9
"you taste like green apple" he says
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"You did what?" Jihye gasps as the waffle falls off her hand onto her text book. You already felt awful about what happened, and even more confused about what happened after he kissed you. Her staring at you as if you had gone insane didn't help you at all.
"Can you not give me that look, I know okay" you stress, she blinks a couple of times before leaning back on her chair staring at you in disbelief "I knew you liked him but" she stops as she eyes you with a smirk forming on her lips "what have you done with my best friend cause girl you got bold real quick" she laughs as she claps like some seal. Covering your face hiding your embarrassment you regretted telling her you kissed yoongi.
"So what now, are you two dating?!" She shakes your arm trying to bring you out from behind your hands "thats the thing" you lash out "he kissed me back, twice no three times!"
Jihye was astonished maybe even speechless. "You were able to get the min yoon-"
" He said it was nothing and a couple of kisses between friends is normal" you interrupt her and speak very quickly, letting your head fall on the table as you whine
"Uh wait, what did you say. Repeat that please" jihye sits up as she stares at you, you could feel her burning a hole on the top of your head
"He said it was nothing and that kissing between friends is normal"
"Bullshit" she speaks up only for her to have everyone in the cafe turn to look her way from how loud she was. The table beside us had two girls who weren't appreciating our loudness and gave her a dirty look only to receive jihye's middle finger
"Y/n thats bullshit what type of logic is that?!"
"He said it's normal to want to kiss someone you are comfortable with"
"Who the fuck...is he fucking stupid" she was shocked, she was at the edge and was about to begin stuttering from the shock. "What do I do" you cry out
"Well what the fuck happened after you kissed"
"I left"
"You left?"
"He kicked me out"
"HE KICKED YOU OUT?" This time the lady behind the counter gives us a dirty look, jihye didn't flick her off instead sent an apologetic look her way.
"What class does he have right now?"
"Uh..why?"
"Cause I'm gonna go kick his ass"
"No you are not" you hold onto her arm, staring her straight in the eyes as you please to her to not make a big deal out of this "what the fuck even started this friend kissing fiasco
"I asked him to take my virginity"
Her jaw if it could, It would reach the floor "bitch you...why?" You were about to answer but she lifts her hand stopping you as she shakes her head "no....he's not stupid...you are" picking up her waffle from the book she takes a bite "and you're still friends?"
"yes"
"and he just lets you kiss him?"
"yes" you could see how she was trying to process everything you said, while trying to understand what yoongi was trying to do with all of this because she knows damn well kissing between friends isn't a everyday thing.
"bitch I feel he likes you" leaning forward on her seat she had that mischievous smile she always wears when she wants to cause mayhem. "you have to turn the tables"
"what do you mean?"
"you already told him you were interested" you shake your head "i told him i wanted him because i would feel more comfortable" you cringe at your own choice of words regretting it as. the moment you told him kept repeating in your head.
"fine what ever, time to make him understand that you were serious about it"
"how?"
"don't worry, Trust me"
If there is one person who can mess with someones head, it's someone studying for a psychology major.
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looking at myself in the mirror I didn't know if I should be pulling up the dress or down. "stop being dramatic" jihye smacks your hand from covering your cleavage. Jihye found out where yoongi would be tonight and just like he is gonna be at the club so will you.
"he's calling me again"
"ignore it" jihye takes your phone, hanging up on him as she tosses it into her bag. "tonight is the night" you won't lie and say that there was a part of you that wanted to slip out of this dress and go back to your pajamas as you call it a day but the thought of yoongi holding someone other than you tonight made you want to throw up.
You were back to the same night club yoongi always takes you to. the loud music and dark atmosphere is the one thing you'll never miss. Jihye always blends in once you enter as she joins the crowd, dancing among the other people as she finds a partner right away. You knew what you had to do and it was have yoongi find you, not you look for him.
making your way to the bar you ask for something that wasn't strong, since you knew that there was no way you could do this sober. sitting down you wait till he shows up, you didn't even know if he could be calling you since jihye kept your phone. looking out at the dance floor you try to find him, to come up with a plan to catch his attention but there was no sight of him. You were beginning to believe that jihye's connections were useless.
was it the alcohol that was taking control you wouldn't know but a brilliant idea came to mind. Yoongi always appears whenever you are with some other guy or when you cause trouble. You chuckle at the thought of him being your hero or something. Getting off the seat you walk over to the crowd, trying to find jihye. when you finally catch a glimpse of jihye who was waving at you to come her way.
pushing your way through the crowd you see jihye's expression change and she completely gives you her back. you were about to call her name when you get pulled by your arm causing you to jerk back against someone "what the fuck" you yell as you turn around.
"what the fuck are you doing here" yoongi says, jaw clenched. "let go you're hurting me" you try to break free from his grip, he grabs your from the waist pulling you out from the crowd as you walk with him. "you've been ignoring my calls all day"
"and"
"and? are you serious right now" letting go of you once he takes you to a secluded area. you cross your arms not even daring to look at him. "what are you even doing here"
"what are you doing here, yoongi" you ask him
"that doesn't mat-"
"i'm here for the same thing" you shrug, be bold
you were screaming inside, you felt as if you looked at him you might melt. "are you that fucking needy" you could see how angry he was, he was seriously tired of you at this point. but you stood your ground ignoring his words that made you want to run away and hide. "we're going home" he says in frustration.
you were about to tell him no, tell him that you're tired of him always acting like he's in charge. but his phone ranged and he stepped away, covering his other ear as he desperately tried to hear the other person.
once he hanged up, he combs his hair back with his fingers letting out a deep sigh as he turns to look at you "we have to do something first and then we're going home. i'm not asking you, so don't start" to try and keep you from leaving his side, he makes sure to hold onto your waist as he pulls you towards his side, both of you walk through the crowd heading to the booths.
"fucking jimin" he curses under his breath. once you make it to the booths you see namjoon with a very drunk jimin holding onto the pole as he kept spinning around.
"who the fuck let him go up there" yoongi curses at the guys for just watching him, everyone turns to taehyung and point at him "what?! he went up there himself. no one even tried to stop him" he yells to defend himself
"well get him down" yoongi yells as he leaves your side, he stands next to jin who was talking to jimin trying to get him down but he wouldn't listen to any of them. you couldn't help but laugh at the show in front of you. all the guys were stressed and frustrated by jimin. as if he was pulled out of a trance, once jimin heard your laugh he stops and looks your way. "dang girl, you look good" he winks at you
"shut up jimin, and get down" jin finally gets up to where jimin was standing. "y/n come up here" jimin says ignoring everyone. you couldn't help but laugh at him, how he was swinging his arms trying to get you to come up, yoongi was frustrated at this point. you walk towards jimin, to try and provoke him even more and it worked. Looking at you as you walk by him he wastes no time to grab onto you "yeah I don't think so"
"but why"
"I swear y/n, stay still" your back was up against his chest as he held you in place. "where the fuck is jungkook"
"somewhere"
"well go get him" yoongi yells
it didn't take long before someone found jungkook and got him to basically carry jimin off the stage, there was now a drunk passed out jimin hanging over his shoulder "who's going to watch him" namjoon says
"not me, I did it last time" taehyung raises his hands "you should be fucking doing it for letting him go up there" hoseok yells at him
"fuck just put him in my car, i'll take him" yoongi says, wanting to go home already.
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yoongi drove back home after the struggle of putting jimin in the back seat and also having you go find jihye and let her know you were leaving. she hated that the plan failed but she ended up staying with the guys as they watched you both drive away.
"can't you fucking help" you curse as the both of you are holding jimin up taking him to yoongi's apartment. why do you always have to bring back someone drunk every time you go to that place. opening the door you both make way to yoongi's room. "last fucking time i help you bring someone in" you whine. "shut up and hold him" standing in front of the bed yoongi tosses him completely onto you, as he walks to the bed to pull the covers off. "fuck why is he so heavy" regaining conscious at he most unwanted moment jimin looks at the bed and pulling you with him he falls on to the bed.
"yoongi get him off of me" you whine
"girl i'm fucking tired" kicking his shoes off he reaches for your ankles as he undoes your heels tossing them on the floor. doing the same to jimin. he pulls him off of you turning him to give his back to you "there"
you sit up, pulling down the dress as it had hiked up your thigh "here" yoongi says as he tosses one of his shirts at you "hurry up and change"
"but"
"y/n he's totally out of it" walking back to his closet he takes out another shirt, pulling his over his head he also changes into something else. you pull the dress, if you could call it a dress and put on his shirt with nothing but your undergarments on underneath "i could go back to my apartme-"
"you drank, i'd rather have you here" he interrupts you "are you done"
"yes"
he turns off the light, climbing in to the bed. you were stuck in between them. you felt awkward since you usually lay on your right side but that would mean you would be looking at him, so instead you gave him your back.
"why did you go there tonight" yoongi breaks the silence
"do you really need to ask" you say. you could hear jimin snoring, the bed wasn't big enough for three of you, you were already uncomfortable. "yoongi can't I just go-" you choke on your words as you feel him turn to his side, his hand on your thigh.
"i said no"
your back was against his chest, your heart was beating so hard you thought he might feel it. "y/n" his hand made its way up your thigh stopping at the hem of his shirt "are you that fucking horny" he says
"i could ask you the same" pinching your thigh, you gasp. he caresses it right after. "do you want to be fucked that badly"
"only by you" you say, bitting your bottom lip as he plays with his shirt. "you're playing a game you aren't going to win"
"really? i feel like i already did" you press your ass up against his harden crotch. "we'll see" lifting his shirt his hand makes it's way between your legs. wasting no time he pushes your underwear to the side, bringing his middle finger as he slowly slid it gently again your folds. parting you with two fingers he begins to rubbing your clit in small circles. you couldn't help it when you threw your head back and the noises that came out of your mouth right after.
"is this what you wanted" he says by your ear, with his low raspy voice. she wasn't the only one losing it, he also was holding back his urge to fuck you right there and then, the idea of him being deep inside you made him see red.
you were close to him, he could feel you against him, smell the soft perfume you had on that he loved. thrusting two fingers into you, had her eyes rolled back into her head, he kept a steady rhythm trying not to hurt you. "don't be so loud, you might wake him up" he smirks as you cover your mouth with your hand.
he was losing his mind, he wanted to taste her. pulling his fingers out he sits up, positing himself between your legs he grabs the hem of your underwear as you lift your hips up helping him pull off your underwear.
"you're so fucking spoiled" he says before his face disappears between your thighs, he dives right in making you arch your back once you feel him lick your holds you gasp for air.
your walls clench as he enters his fingers again not letting his mouth leave your folds as he sucks and gives your heat open mouthed kisses. " yoongi" you cry out, holding onto the sheets , giving your slit a long lick he continues to tease you. his tongue flickered over you, you couldn't help but rise your hips to him his hand thrusts.
somehow, your hands became tangled with his hair, your walls clenched, grasping at his fingers your core was dripping you could hear the lewd sounds his his fingers entering you.
"please' you beg, causing him to look up at you, fingers still inside you but still.
"what do you want, spoiled brat"
"you" he wanted you too, but he couldn't...he shouldn't. the least he could do was satisfy you. and quench his thirst for now.
"take off everything" wasting no time you pull off his shirt and he reaches to take off your bra "try to not wake jimin up " he smirks, thrusting his fingers into you he wastes no time taking one of your harden nipples between his teeth, playfully as to try and not hurt you he licks them with his tongue. your hands were on his shoulders as you were a mess underneath him.
he watched as your face became blush and you bit onto your bottom lip to stop you from moaning. arching your back he moves up to your face, taking your lips against his. sucking, licking them your hands tangled with his hair.
"i fee-"
"just relax" he says, thrusting his fingers into you faster than before. your lips never leaving his, letting out a muffled moan as you release around his digits. you were a mess, both of you stared at each other. he was about to loose his sanity but jimin groans and turns over facing both of you but he was asleep.
thanking jimin in his head he grabs a blanket tossing it over your naked body. you were totally out of it, you felt your legs shaking and the idea of walking was out of the question for you. as if he understood, he lifts you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom "shower, i'll bring you clothes"
"yoongi"
"yes?"
"you lost"
his eyebrow raises at your bold statement, hand under your chin he stares you in the eyes "are you sure? who was calling who's name? " kissing your lips gently he pulls away before you could even kiss back
he leaves the bathroom, your legs giving out completely you sit on the floor.
"we did that right next to jimin" you gasp
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
"My fucking head is killing me" jimin groans as he slouches over the counter whining from his hang over "they told you not to over drink but you never listen" yoongi snaps at him as he passes by slamming his hand on the counter to annoy jimin "fuck you alright, I had a bad day and needed to get over it" I laugh as I watch them argue, handing jimin a cup of coffee which he thanks me before yoongi decides to respond.
"only cause you had a bad day doesn't mean you can make us have one too, having me drag your ass to my place" he rolls his eyes, jimin's mouth left wide open. Touching his chest with one hand as he flicked him off with his other hand "next time you get all fucked over don't expect me to help you"
Now you could've stood there and watch them fight all morning but you were also having a headache, meaning someone had to put an end to this argument. "alright boys, please yoongi go to class. jimin go shower you reek" jimin offended again as one hit after another goes his way, he slams his fist on the counter laughing. "for real bro, go shower" yoongi pushes clothes onto his lap as he picks up his bag "see you later y/n" he waves while walking to the entrance.
you stare at his back as he puts on his shoes and leaves the apartment. maybe you stared for too long, jimin's very loud sipping brought you back as you looked his way.
"what" you say, watching how his brow was raised with a very vivid smirk on his face "how long" he says
"jimin if you want to say something just say it" you whine
"how long have you liked him" he looks even more amused when your face becomes flush and you shake your head "you got it all wrong idiot"
"denial"
"You know what I change my mind" pulling the mug from his hand you place it down on the counter as you pull his arm making him stumble off the stool. Maybe he could've stopped you if he hadn't kept laughing at how flustered you were. opening the door open you push him out shutting the door.
"my shoes" he says trying to catch his breath
opening the door quickly you toss the shoes out not caring one hits him causing him to curse at you.
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
"this is getting interesting" jihye says, stuffing her mouth with sweet bread. you just explained to her what happened last night.
"but what happened after you came out the bathroom" she says picking up her carton of milk. Not able to contain your frustration you take the carton from her hand "HE WAS ASLEEP" eyes narrowed at her carton of milk she looks up at you "alright bitch i got it now give it back"
the moment you had opened the door he was out, or at least you assumed he was since he didn't wake up when you left the room and decided to sleep on the couch. He woke up before you as well and took a shower, to not even have a moment alone with you. Once he saw you woke up, he went to his bedroom and kicked jimin off the bed telling him to get out of his apartment already cause he was leaving.
"I told you I knew what I was doing" she snickers
"I feel like I did everything worse, he didn't even look at me"
jihye stared at you, seeing how concerned you were and worried. she got angry that he made you feel this way, surely if she could yoongi would've gotten his ass beat by now. "well he said he wouldn't have sex with you but yet went down on you sooooo that door opened"
taking a piece of her bread you let out a puff of air "we'll just stay as friends at this point" jihye brought your attention to her as she started laughing loudly not caring how people were looking her way "you guys are not in the friend area anymore sweetheart. Plus men and women can't be friends at least not how you guys are"
"what are you talking about? men and women can be friends!" you speak up, flustered how she was attacking you. "oh yeah?" leaning forward she grins "then why do you wanna fuck yoongi if he's just your friend"
"we...we're just friends..." she laughs at how you kept trying to defend yourself. taking out her phone she glances up at you "what's that saying..." she scoffs as she puts her phone down "you guys aren't friends, because friends don't know the way you taste" scrunching your nose you give her a sharp look as she just continues to laugh.
"You know ,no matter how yoongi acts or how many times he left with his arm wrapped around some girl...I knew you were the one he always had his eyes on" she nods her head as if agreeing with herself "what are you talking about now jihye"
"it's like he's saving you for himself, so make him go nuts" she smirks
"seriously you're fucking craz-"
crushing the empty carton she stares you right in the eye "make him fucking beg for it"
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
maybe it was the way you called his name or the sounds that came your mouth that left him wanting more. He heard you leaving the bedroom last night, it took him everything to not go after you to fuck you senseless in the living room.
that's all he could think of as the girl who's name he couldn't care less to remember wrapped her arms around his neck leaning in to kiss him but he turns his head to the side "no kissing" grabbing her arm he flips her over onto her stomach.
She's always kissing me, he thinks to himself in the mist of sucking on her neck as she moves her hand up and down his shaft. frustrated that all he could think about right now was you. the girl aligns his shaft to her entrance as she looks back at him "something on your mind?" her thumb rubbing his tip before she presses it against her folds in a teasing matter.
"you're talking too much" he tells her before thrusting into her from behind, having her pressed against the bed as the pillow muffles her moans. cursing under his breath as he closed his eyes and the images of last night kept replaying in his head he thrusted into her harder each time and the girl underneath him would push press herself onto him even more.
He's confused, angry with himself for losing control Last night, if jimin wasn't in the bed he'd fuck you without a second thought. "faster...harder" the girl whimpers as she grabs onto his hands. "fuck I can't" pulling out of her he climbs off the bed grabbing his clothes. "uh what just happened" she sits up looking at yoongi's back as he gets dressed
"I don't feel like doing it" he says
"what? but you were jus-"
"yeah so what" without looking at her a second time he was out the door. more pissed off than when he had entered the room.
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
you were walking to the parking lot when you see yoongi leaning against your car. stopping in your steps you watch his hand as he takes a puff from the cigarette before letting it out as he looked up.
gulp.
for some reason you were nervous, reason? you knew why. last night was the first time the both of you crossed that bricked wall he had built himself. sister? friend? there was no way he saw you like that anymore, he never did. This is what you wanted, so why did you have the feeling that running away right about now is a better answer than walking up to him.
while you were lost in thought, he caught a glimpse of you on the side of his eye. both of you make eye contact, he watched you as you stood there just looking at him. raising a brow at you he chuckles. "what? you aren't gonna talk to me?" he drops the cigarette to the ground as he steps on it, hands automatically going to his pockets.
you give him a smile, approaching him "Hey, I was just surprised to see you here. you're usually busy" standing only inches from him you could smell what he had just been doing, the bitter smell that you didn't like.
there was clearly some tension between the two of you. you could see how he was staring at you, looking you in the eye as if he was looking for some sort of answer. "y/n-" grabbing his hand you reach into your pocket, placing the keys to your car "you drive, i'm tired" you give him a smile. walking to the passenger side, he watches you get in the car returning a smile.
"you should really stop smoking" you tell him once he gets into the car "yeah?"
"yes, like what's the big deal" he laughs, pulling out the box and handing one to you "here, try it then"
"to what?"
"taste it" he pokes your arm with it, while wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner "i'm messing with you" he laughs as he sees your serious face not change at all. you felt annoyed with him, and how he ignores you when it comes to this matter.
"fine, let me have a taste." you speak up, facing him you quickly grab his collar. pulling him forward you smash your lips onto his, he responded right away as his hand snaked its way to your waist as he pulled your from your seat without breaking the kiss you were now straddling him. hands leaving his collar wrap your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair. You pull on his hair making his head tilt back, causing him to groan, giving you a chance to slip your tongue in. His hands made their way to your ass, giving you a firm squeeze as you circle your hips pressing yourself onto him.
breaking the kiss, you pull back and see how his eyes were close and he had a complete euphoric look on his face. slowly opening his eyes, he stared at you in awe. you smirk, hand reaching to your lip as you wipe off the corner that was wet. "yeah I don't like the taste" giving his chest a gentle tap you swing your leg over to your seat, fixing your appearance while yoongi sits there dumbfounded.
"y/n"
"yes" you responded innocently, looking at him with a gentle smile.
"stop reading those books"
entering your apartment you tossed your bag on the floor as you ran into the apartment, jumping and kicking the air, screaming inside. looking at the coffee table you pick up the book you had just read the other day, giving the hard cover a kiss. "thank you"
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
it's been a week since that occurrence happened. yoongi hadn't been with any girl since that day. all he could think about where does lips of yours and how he wanted to just take you as his own. you both hung out through out the week but not once did you throw yourself at him again. just like your best friend said, you wanted him to beg for it.
" You look stressed" taehyung tells yoongi, who was watching you from across the room as you talked so some girls at the table filled with drinks "you could say i am" he rubs his forehead "shits getting out of my hands lately" taehyung nods as he listens to his friend, following his stare he ends up looking at you. "is it because of her" he asked, if there was one thing about taehyung that he liked is that he didn't give a shit if a situation made you uncomfortable. if you open up to him it's because you care about his opinion and he will not hesitate to make sure you hear it.
"yeah" he takes another sip from his cup "she's a lot to handle" yoongi clears his throat. taehyung was about to answer but a girl catches his attention "well there's only one way to get her off your back if it's bothering you that much" he points at the girl who was leaning against the wall right across from the two men who were sitting on the couch "she's been eying you all night"
"if you want y/n to understand you aren't interested or serious . then just show her you're only in for a good fuck" he shrugs his shoulders
"not serious?"
"i'm not blind, she's gotten bold. plus she's always coming to our gatherings now. you haven't been had a chance to get with a girl either i bet" yoongi chuckles, this kid has no filter, he thinks.
"you like her"
"no i don't" yoongi responds quickly "i don't know why she's irritating me a lot lately" he lies
"right..just go, i'll keep an eye on her" taehyung gives his shoulder a gentle push. he looks your way once more changing his stare to the girl who was making his way towards him "fine" handing the cup to taehyung he gets up and makes his way to the girl.
"yeah he ain't gonna do it" taehyung places both cups down as he walks to the table you were at.
"girl why didn't you ever come before, like it's been three years already" the girl with pink highlights gives y/n's arm a slap "i don't know, i felt like i wouldn't fit in" all the girls at the table laughed, calling her adorable. "hello ladies"
they all turned to taehyung and called his name as they pulled him into the circle "what you doing over here" one of the girls arm was already wrapped around his as she made sure to press her tits onto him, he only gave her a smile before turning to look y/n's way. pulling his arm from her grip he throws his arm around you "just checking on my friend here, she never comes to things like this. wanted to know if she was alright" he gives us his boxy smile.
"i'm doing fine, i was going to actually tell yoon-"
"yoongi? you can't talk to him right now. he's busy" taehyung turns the both of you around making you get sight of yoongi who's arm is up against the wall as he other hand is on the girls waist.
talking
they're just talking, you kept telling yourself.
but one thing was leading to another, her hand brushing against his chest. your grip tighten on the cup, taehyung was amused by the whole scene. clearly she's all he could think about but he can still go to another girl. "wanna get out of here" taehyung bends down to your ear, whispering loud enough for you to hear him
"what?"
"let's get out of here" he raises his brows at you as he tilts his head towards the door, that leads out the basement. "and go where" you ask, glancing at him and yoongi. you both stood there for a bit watching how the girl grabs onto yoongi's wrist and pulls him to the staircase leading out the basement. grinning, taehyung turns his head to you, "well we could do what they're about to do sweetheart"
wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you through the crowd. bodies close you look at taehyung confused.
you knew where yoongi was going
and you knew what they're gonna do
taehyung knows too, so when he said that...you both reach the staircase but you pull back on his arm, stopping him in his spot. if i tell him no, will he get mad...looking into taehyung's eyes that were dead serious you inhale a hard breath "wait..i can't"
"you can't?"
"i don't want to"
taehyung lets go, crossing his arms. looking you straight in the eye. "i-" not being able to keep a straight expression on his face he bursts out laughing "i was just fucking with you y/n, i'm not interested in you at all" your face felt as if someone had thrown coffee onto you, you were beet red. "fuck you, why'd you joke like that" you slap his arm "i'm sorry, i was just bored. damn why did you look so serious "
shaking your head you start to laugh too, you felt stupid for freaking out like that. "you scared me, i thought you'd get mad if i said no"
he frowns at how you pinched your arm "hey, don't ever be around people who intimidate you. you shouldn't feel like that around anyone" he lets out a long puff of air "look i know you like yoongi, let's go coincidently bump into them and cock block him" he gives you a wide smile
"i...who says i li-"
"jimin told me" he shrugs
that little bastard...i'm gonna...
"come on we don't have time" wrapping his arm around your waist once more he guides you out of the basement, the fresh air hitting your face. you thought finding yoongi would be some work but it wasn't. just making one turn and you were already face to face with him. they hadn't even moved on flirting with each other. he had her on top of a table as he stood between her legs caressing them.
taehyung doesn't miss the chance to speak up, "let's go to my place" he tugs on clothes giving you a look as if telling you to follow along.
"ok" you respond as loud as him, yoongi's hands stop what they were doing once he heard your voice. looking up from the girl who was in front of him.
letting go of her, yoongi moves away from the table. making sure it was you and he didn't get mistaken. he watches as the two of you are walking away. "what the fuck" he mutters. he begins to walk towards the two figures who were giving him their back. and he notices taehyung's hand tattoo's which was the last straw for him.
with one swift move, he grabs a hold of his arm that was wrapped around your waist. yanking him off of you as he pull you to his side "where the fuck were you going" his jaw clenched. taehyung looks over his shoulder watching the girl he left on the table dumbfounded as he lets out a scoff.
"well what were you gonna do"
"yoongi" you say his name, giving his arm a squeeze. you hadn't seen him this angry in a while. maybe this was a bad idea you thought. they've both been drinking tonight as well "taehyung you-"
"don't say another word y/n" he lets go of your arm, stepping up to taehyung. face to face.
taehyung wasn't intimidated one bit by his older friend. instead he leaned in and whispered into yoongi's ear
"you do like her, liar"
I didn't hear what taehyung whispered to yoongi as he leaned in. Yoongi's body tensed only for taehyung to chuckle. you reach for yoongi's arm again, tugging on his arm as you try to get them to stop staring at each other. taehyung scoffs as he pushes past yoongi hitting his shoulder. you look at taehyung who walked past the both of you only for him to wink at you.
"you still have that stupid idea?!" he pulls his arm from your grip, turning to fully look at you. The look on his face made you gulp. He was angry. "what ide-" irritated by your response he grabs your wrist pulling you with him as he walks back to the house. this time you both didn't enter the basement but rather went upstairs. you had never been here, it was quiet as he slammed the door shut behind you, locking it.
fuck he's pissed.
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It started with a bang.
Lots of bad things start with a bang, but this one wasn’t obvious.
A stray meteor hit Five. Wasn’t the first time, doubtful it would be the last, but Brains had built her strong enough to resist the majority of non-dinosaur-extincting rock events.
Most of them.
This one got through.
It was tiny, but it was enough to mess with some critical systems and it had both a worried Scott on the line and Brains jumping up and down as both John and Eos hurried to make repairs.
Virgil asked John to come down, but he chose not to.
Apparently his ‘bird needed nursing and Virgil, if he was honest, could respect that.
He really wished he hadn’t.
Being on the more paranoid end of the spectrum considering International Rescue’s history of getting the not so lucky end of anything, Virgil checked in with his space brother every half hour.
For the next twenty-four.
John was sympathetic until about the eighteen-hour mark. After that, he became snarlier each time Virgil poked him.
“Virgil, the damage has been repaired.”
“Humour me.”
“Why?”
Why? Virgil wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he needed to check on his brother. “Because it is my job.”
“Then maybe you should check your own readings because you are being beyond ridiculous.” And John cut the connection.
Great. He’d pissed John off – never a good thing to do.
But half an hour later, Virgil prodded him again. “John, report.”
“I’m fine, Virgil. Go to bed.”
Virgil peered closer at his brother’s hologram and frowned. “John?”
“What?!”
Virgil’s fingers darted over the sensor readouts from his brother’s spacesuit. “How are you feeling?”
“Annoyed. If you don’t stop this, I’m going to ask Scott to stop you from doing this.”
“Go for it.” He frowned at the oxygen saturation stat. “You sure you are feeling okay? Eos, can you give me an atmospheric reading on Five?” The numbers were all good, but something felt wrong.
Something had his hackles up, but he couldn’t identify what.
“All atmospheric reading are within the expected range, Virgil. John needs his rest, why are you continuing to disturb him?”
He stared at his brother floating far above. “I’m not sure, Eos.”
John rolled his eyes. “Then get back to me when you are.” His brother cut the connection.
Virgil sat back in his father’s chair. Maybe John was right. Maybe he was just edgy because of the meteor collision, a reminder of the brutality of space and his brother’s vulnerability so far above them. Maybe it was time for bed.
He lasted another hour before he commed John again.
“Virgil, whyyyy?”
Again, he ran his fingers over the sensors, again they tried to reassure him everything was okay.
But nothing was okay. Virgil was sure of it.
He just didn’t know what or why.
“I’m coming up.”
John stared at him. “What? Why?”
“Can’t I drop in to see my brother?”
“It’s 3am!”
“I’m a night owl.”
“I’m going to kick your ass, Virg. I’m tired. You’ve been bugging me for hours. Leave me alone!” The comm line cut again.
And Virgil’s hackles hit orbit.
John never called him ‘Virg’.
Ever.
“Eos?”
It took a moment. “Yes, Virgil?”
“Could you please lower the elevator?”
“He doesn’t want to see you.”
“Too bad. I need to check on his health.”
Eos didn’t answer.
“His health is important, Eos.”
Another long moment where Virgil considered waking Alan or Scott.
“Lowering elevator.”
There was no clarity in Eos’ voice as to her opinion but she was doing what he requested and that was all that mattered.
Half an hour and several layers of atmosphere later, Virgil was thankful for whatever sense that set him off.
He found John floating aimlessly in the central hub of Five. Above the vista of the planet, the holographics system was displaying a three-sixty view of family photos.
Scott grinned at him from the east, a baby Allie from the south pole, his father from the north, Gordy dressed in squid-print swimwear to the west and their beloved mother smiled her familiar smile from somewhere near Africa.
Virgil’s own picture took out South America next to Grandma in the South Pacific.
“John?”
His brother startled. “You! What do you want?”
Virgil eyed him. “Eos, can you give me those atmospheric readings again?”
“Yes, Virgil.” She rattled off the necessary numbers.
Unfortunately, they did not match the portable air sensor Virgil held in his hand. “Your readings are incorrect, Eos. Run a diagnostic.”
There was a pause as John continued to frown at him.
“Diagnostic complete. There are no errors in the sensor network, Virgil.”
“There is a contaminant in your air supply, John.”
“So you finally found an excuse for being annoying.” His brother flipped mid-air and stared up at the hologram of their father. “You hear that, Dad? Virgil finally has a reason for driving us all insane!” That last was shouted in Virgil’s direction along with a glare.
Virgil ignored it.
“John, I want you to come down to Tracy Island.”
“Why?” It was belligerence itself.
“Because you aren’t safe up here. And I miss you.”
“How can you miss me when you never leave me alone?!”
Virgil pressed his lips together and hit his comms. “Tracy Island, we have an Alert Gold.” The command would wake Scott and probably the rest of the house. It was an alert designed to help protect their most remote family member.
“You’re kidding.”
“No, John, I’m not.”
And John burst out laughing. “Do you ever hear yourself?”
Virgil didn’t answer.
“Obviously not. Other wise you would be insane by now. Or you would nag yourself to death.”
John didn’t mean it. He was under the influence. At a guess, there might be a leak in the thruster assembly, leaking oxidiser into Five. But why the sensors hadn’t picked it up…
“So are you going to tie me up and strap me to a bed because I don’t meet your standards of what I should be? Trample me until the numbers add up correctly?”
“John, Virgil is trying to help you.” Eos’ voice rang like a bell throughout the station.
John flinched. “So, you’re on his side now?”
“I wasn’t aware Virgil had a side.”
John grunted and glared his brother again. “You’ve infected her with your nagging.”
“We are just concerned about you. You are not yourself.”
His brother closed his eyes and shook his head.
“Thunderbird Five, status?!” Scott’s voice practically screamed a combination of worry and command over comms.
“You told! Dobbed me into big brother so he can nag me, too! Why can’t you all just leave me alone?!” John pushed off from the wall and threw himself towards the exit.
Virgil caught him mid-air.
It was a mistake. John was in his native environment. He flipped and slipped out of Virgil’s grasp. The engineer grabbed at his brother and missed as John used him as a launch point to finally reach the exit.
Before Virgil could regain his equilibrium, John had slammed the airlock shut and sealed him in.
Damnit.
“Eos!”
“Working on it.”
What could be stopping the AI from unsealing an airlock was a growing concern.
Dad glared at him from the ceiling.
“Thunderbird Five, answer me!”
Virgil drew in a breath, thankful for his uniform’s standalone air supply. “There is an atmospheric contaminant present in Five’s life support systems. I’m guessing we have an oxidizer leak from the thruster assembly. John is…not himself. I’m working on it.”
“Do you need Three?” In other words ‘can I come up there and join you before I melt from worry?’
“Give me ten and ask again.” He flicked off comms. “Eos, any luck?”
“I have contained him in his sleeping quarters, but you will need to hurry as he is currently attempting to override my program.” The speaker gave a little squawk and went silent.
“Eos?”
The airlock suddenly hissed open.
Virgil didn’t hesitate. He was through the exit and throwing himself after his brother without a second thought. He grabbed a spare helmet along the way. It was time to end this.
He found John yelling at the ceiling and pulling a control panel out of his shower cubicle. Why he thought that was a productive thing to do, Virgil didn’t know, but since Eos hadn’t said a word since, it was concerning enough.
The airlock to John’s quarters unsealed at his touch and Virgil slipped through, sealing it again behind him.
His brother didn’t look up from what he was doing. “So the brat let you out, did she?”
“John, you need help.”
“What I need is silence. No more nagging from annoying brothers. Didn’t you guys get the hint when I moved up here in the first place? All my life it has been the four of you in my ears, always bugging me. Now I’m in space and I still can’t escape you. Why can’t you leave me alone?!”
Virgil swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. “We care, John.”
“Only enough to satisfy your own concern. Not how I feel having to listen to all your caterwauling.”
He’s not himself. It became a mantra echoing through Virgil’s head, but a little voice asked if it was really the truth.
“I can’t believe that.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” John continued to rip electronics out of the wall of his shower.
“What are you doing?”
“Silencing the dawn.”
“In the shower?”
John finally looked up at him but his smile was eerie. “No better place.”
“Then I’m going to have to stop you.”
His brother snorted. “You can try.”
Virgil didn’t move immediately. Instead, he pulled up a schematic on his HUD and confirmed the wiring behind the shower unit. Most of it was innocuous, but one of the main power distribution relays was nearby and that relay supported the main computer. There was sense in John’s statement, of an extreme kind. Taking out Eos by taking out his Thunderbird.
He had no idea what kind of logic was churning in his little brother’s brain, but he had to stop this. He had to get John’s helmet on his head and his body and brain off the cocktail of whatever was in the air.
Virgil pushed off from the wall and barrelled into him. John saw him coming and leapt ceiling-ward. Virgil anticipated the move and compensated enough to grab his brother around the waist.
Virgil had the brute strength, but John had flexibility. Virgil’s only chance lay in hanging on.
So he did.
And John did not like it.
At all.
“Get off me!”
He struggled, shoving at Virgil’s arms. When that didn’t work, he tried to knee his brother in the gut.
Virgil grit his teeth and in return, wrapped his legs around his slippery space-suited brother and began climbing him inch by inch, to get that damned helmet on his head.
John yelled in his ear. Tried a few moves that Kayo, no doubt, taught him. The bruises were beginning to mount up and yet, Virgil still hung on.
John wasn’t himself.
Not himself.
The proof was in the fact he hadn’t yet really employed the solid and attacker-crippling techniques Virgil knew his brother was fully capable of. Instead, they spun around in a totally uncoordinated tumble hitting walls and furniture until Virgil was able to get enough of a grip on his brother to shove his helmet on his head.
The helmet hung loose as John took the opportunity to jab him in the ribs as a result and for a moment Virgil thought he was going to lose his grip and hence the battle, but he managed an extra push and his brother’s suit engaged, automatically switching to its portable air supply exactly as it was designed to do in an emergency.
Virgil continued to cling to his brother to keep that helmet in place long enough to do its job. It earned him an aching kidney and some creaking ribs, but eventually John stopped struggling and fell quiet. A glance through the plexiglass of his helmet and Virgil found John’s eyes scrunched shut.
“John?” Virgil’s voice was hoarse. His belly had taken a beating, literally. Thank goodness for his baldric and all the equipment that came with it.
“V-Virgil? God, my head.” John groaned, his gloved hand scratching at his helmet.
Virgil let out a breath and drew his brother closer. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” He brought John’s head down to his shoulder and held him safe in his arms. There was a need to grab the medscanner. He…he would do that in a moment. “Tracy Island, can we take you up on that offer of a pick up?”
“Virgil, launching now. What’s your status?” Scott was all worry and clipped syllables.
“We’re okay.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on John’s shoulder. “We’re okay.”
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It's Scone until it's Scone!
"Virgil Grissom Tracy!"
Virgil stalled his bite of cream tea; the confectionery mere moments from his lips.
What was it with him and cakes?
"Oooh you're being middle-named!"
Gordon bounced gently on his seat, his grin rivalling that of the Cheshire cat's.
"Jam then cream? Tut tut!" Penny tsked.
Virgil's brows knitted.
"Something wrong with that?"
Her ladyship sighed and took a delicate sip of tea.
"When we take cream tea, it is cream then jam. Scones were a Devonshire delicacy, darling."
Virgil grunted.
"But last time I was in Cornwall, they served it with jam then cream?"
"Devonshire is not Cornwall."
"Close enough though?" They're like...ten minutes from one another!"
"In a Thunderbird, maybe."
Gordon watched the exchange like a tennis umpire eating popcorn.
"I mean, even without our Birds, we could still travel there quicker than it takes Virg to use the bathroom!"
Penny attempted to disguise her chuckle with a small cough whilst Gordon felt the full wrath of his brother's brows.
"Be that as it may; it's cream then jam, Virgil. Can't have my boys learning poor luncheon etiquette."
Virgil studied the scone.
He couldn't believe he was even arguing about this, but found himself somehow invested in the jammy debate.
"But surely jam then cream would make more sense? Structurally speaking, the cream is less dense, so would benefit from being on top?"
Penny removed some invisible lindt from her jacket; a tell the Tracys had discovered signalled her ladyship's disapproval.
Gordon crouched down to examine Virgil's Cornish creation.
"Virgil, Virgil, Virgil! Whatever will we do with you?"
Gordon gestured for his brother's plate.
"May I?"
Virgil muttered something about it all tasting the same anyway before surrendering his plate.
"M'lady?" Gordon held out his hand to receive Penny's plate.
Penelope obliged.
Gordon held both up to the light, carefully rotating each plate in turn, before setting them down on the coffee table next to his own.
"I think I have the answer to your Devonshire-Cornwall-cream-tea-debate!"
"Please no."
Virgil hid his face behind his hands in anticipation of whatever mischief The Fish had planned.
Gordon used both Virgil and Penny's scones to sandwich his own.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present: The Tracy Island Triple Decker Scone!"
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This has been a lot of fun. @whatgaviiformes Thank you!!!
‘Mail’s here,’ Gordon announced to the house. He and Grandma had just returned from a supply run. ‘Hey Virg, box for you.’
‘Thanks Gords,’ he said, taking it from his hands and setting it aside.
‘What is it?’
‘None of you concern Gordon, just a little something that I needed.’
‘It’s pretty light,’ Gordon answered, trying to get an answer to his question.
‘Yes it is. What’s your point?’
‘You know that I’ll just keep asking until you tell me, right?’
‘Bye Gordon’, Virgil said as he grabbed his coffee and left with his box. Throughout the next few days, Gordon tried to sneak a peek at the box, but Virgil kept it too close to see what it was.
‘What could possibly be in that box,’ Gordon murmured under his breath. He even resorted to asking Eos if she knew, but if she did, she refused to tell him. By the 4th day, the box was still unopened and driving him batty. ‘You’d think that he would have opened it by now.’ Gordon didn’t realize that anyone had approached him as he continued to mumble to himself.
‘Gordon…Earth to Gordon. Time to go little brother, we need 4.’
‘Oh, ok. Let’s go Virg.’ While on their mission, he forgot about the box. The next day presented Gordon with his opportunity. Virgil was called away and left the box on his work bench.
‘Ooooo, time to see what his big secret is.’ Gordon was giddy with excitement, he would finally know. He opened the box, stopped, laughed, and sent his big brother a text message.
A piece of string, really?….you got me. A few hours later, Virgil was done with his callout and gave him a quick reply.
Pull the string.
Virgil, even I know better than that.
Really? Then why are you covered in glitter?
I really don’t want to talk about it. Virgil laughed so hard that he nearly fell out of his pilot’s seat.
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Ficlet: (for FishTank Week)
All I've got in my for the moment is mini scenes, so here's a combo of prompts 1 and 2. :D
“Virg-?”
“No.” Virgil didn’t have the bandwidth for Gordon's Gordonness today. Not while the smudge on Thunderbird Two's wing, which he'd been trying to buff out all morning, was entirely Gordon's fault. See if he ever lets him pilot Two ever again.
“Aww come on, bro. I haven't even said anything yet!” Despite the blatant whine, there was a smile in his words. Which he was ignoring; Virgil was intentionally trying to focus on Two’s paint job.
Gordon leaned in to intrude on Virgil's space, and he was forced to look at him. Not a hint of remorse, the little shit.
Heavily, Virgil sighed. “Whatever it is you want, my answer's no.”
“Two looks fine, Virgil, I’m don’t even see -”
“I do!”
“Okay, big guns I guess.” Finally, Gordon’s expression cracked, a little too forced to be real. “Tickets to the Phil! Next time we are in the city,” Gordon bargained. His eyes twitched as he offered, “I'll even go with you.” The smile widened, losing no luster, as he pretended he was happy to provide such an option.
Biting back a grin, Virgil crossed his arms. Considering Gordon couldn't sit still for more than five minutes and would often fall asleep within the first minute of an andante movement, the offer of the symphony was a serious trade indeed. Philharmonic for what, though? “Ok, I'm listening.”
“I need a wingman. Hold on, hear me out before you give me that look. There's this lecture…”
Apparently it was not just one lecture, but a series of them over the upcoming weekend. And for all his elusiveness earlier, Gordon had fully buried the lede, considering Monterey asked him specifically to guest speak. Not as International Rescue or the Olympic medalist, but solely based on an article he’d gotten published about dolphin pods and life cycles.
He knew the one. It was a good article, as researched and thorough as it was approachable. Reading it, he could hear Gordon’s voice throughout, and Virgil knew Gordon thrived in public speaking. A bold thought, but there was a part of him that considered seriously: if Gordon had ever cared enough to try to go after Scott’s job, he probably could’ve done so based on his charisma alone. It was a good thing Gordon valued his own unapologetic authenticity more than the business acumen taught to them by their father.
Gordon’s had been a different journey.
Virgil loved that for him, and loved him for it. Much more than a silly paint smudge.
“Gordon,” Virgil holds up a hand to interrupt him mid-pitch. “You can stop. Of course I’ll go with you to listen to your presentation.” Relief visibly coursed through the aquanaut, and Virgil flicked his microfiber cloth against his chest. “I’m still cashing in on the symphony, though.”
“That’s fair.”
“You could’ve just said you wanted company, you know. I would’nt’ve said no.”
Gordon clapped him on the back, beaming. “Nah, what’s the fun in that? Besides, this is what we do. And I’m getting the better end of the deal, anyway. The show’ll be - what? - three hours at the most. You’re the one that has to deal with three days of fish,” he squeezed his shoulders, laughing, “and three hours of me fidgeting.”
Virgil groaned. And it wasn’t because of Gordon’s strong grip on his shoulders.
And just like that, Gordon released his hold and pranced off as quickly as he’d arrived.
“You’re the worst,” Virgil shouted after him.
Gordon just shimmied away in response.
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day 10: virginity
nct/wayv
1.4k words
female reader insert
Reader x Liu Yangyang
NSFW
🖤 warnings: outing your bro as a total virg, secret crushes, situation-typical coercion, overuse of brospeak/yangspeak🖤
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"I'm not a fucking virgin. Get out of my room."
Yangyang's voice holds more vitriol than you've probably ever heard from him, and that's how you know that you and Renjun - mostly Renjun - have officially crossed a line.
"It was just a joke," says Renjun.
You smile, but it feels more like a grimace on your face. "Obviously it was a little-"
"I mean, sorry if you're sensitive about it," he continues, absolutely unapologetic. "Like, okay, Xiao Dejun, way to be mad about nothing."
Yangyang fixes him with a look that would send a lesser zodiac sign running. "I told you to get out of my room."
Renjun, Aries sun, just shrugs. "If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so mad."
But Renjun does leave, and you follow him out, giving Yangyang another pleading smile that he misses entirely as he turns around to clamp his headphones over his ears and glare at his computer screen.
What was supposed to be a chill night in Yangyang's apartment is ruined. His roommate is out of town and everything (Ten is cool but he's overbearing, and he wins every single board game that the lot of you try to drunkenly play, so you don't miss him this time).
But Renjun had been bragging about his latest hookup-turned-Something, with an insufferable guy from the music department, when the cursed line had been uttered.
Yangyang had showed about three seconds of disinterest, and Renjun had snapped, "At least I'm getting some. Not like some adult virgins we know."
It was vague but pointed, undeniably mean. Renjun can be mean, everyone knows that, but it's not usually used against any of the friend group. That's why, at this sudden slight from one of his closest friends, Yangyang immediately blushed an angry pink and lost his shit.
The two of you were banished from Yangyang's bedroom, where the PS5 is, but not from the apartment yet, so Renjun makes himself at home on the couch while you head to the kitchen for a beverage of some kind. And to clear your head.
You'd never even thought about Yangyang's virginity status before. Why would you? He's your friend, a dorm neighbor from freshman year who turned into a friend after one too many floor parties spent together.
Renjun really called him out, and from the over-the-top anger he'd received in return, you can't help but think that Renjun was one hundred percent right. You go on the occasional date that the boys know about, and Renjun is mostly out of his thot phase now but there was a while back there when he was getting around impressively. Ten, Kun, Chenle...even Dejun has incredible cringefail dick game.
But Yangyang...
"Did you really have to say that?" you ask, joining Renjun on the couch with a bottled coffee thing that you're pretty sure is Ten's.
He glances at the drink. "Ten-ge is gonna be pissed."
"Because you were kind of out of pocket."
"I didn't think he'd be so..." Renjun sighs. "I'll apologize when he chills out."
That's a good plan, in theory.
Only in theory, though, because Yangyang doesn't chill out. Not for the rest of the evening.
After another hour or so on the couch with you, Renjun knocks on his bedroom door, to no answer. He calls it a night and heads home soon after that.
You stick around.
The dude very obviously had his feelings hurt, and eventually he's going to need to talk about it. Ten is usually the one who gets Yangyang to open up, but he's not here, so you think you're probably the next best thing. A very far second.
It's a dumb thing for anyone to be upset about. Especially someone as interesting and funny as Yangyang, someone so cute, so attracti-
Well. No reason to go overboard.
You knock on Yangyang's door, this time. It's late now, creeping closer to midnight, but you know that Yangyang doesn't sleep until the sun comes up again.
He doesn't answer. You knock harder.
The door flies open, Yangyang's snarling face on the other side. "Jesus fuck, Renjun, go shove a-"
"He went home," you interrupt.
"Then you should-"
"Can we talk?" you ask. "Pretty please?"
"About what? All the ass I'm not getting?"
You shrug. "If that's how you wanna phrase it, I guess."
It wouldn't surprise you if Yangyang stuck to his guns on this, but he sighs. He lets the door fall open more, as he turns on his heel to head back to his gaming chair.
"Can't wait until Hyuck and the whole hip-hop team know that I'm perpetually bitchless," Yangyang says.
There's a second of pause while you try desperately to figure out who Hyuck is - Renjun's fuckbuddy, that's it. The mop-headed one that Ten hates. And then you move to sit on Yangyang's bed.
"Renjun wouldn't do that," you say. "He felt really bad."
"He never feels bad."
That's kind of true, but still. "You guys are friends. He wouldn't wanna, like, fuck up your life on that scale."
"People are gonna know that I'm bitchless, and then no one will ever talk to me again."
"Stop saying bitchless, it's weird," you say. "And I really don't think anyone cares."
Yangyang spins his chair around to face you, your knees nearly touching as he looks at you with imploring puppy eyes. "It's not like I'm not trying, dude."
"Third-wheeling Ten to Johnny Suh's frat parties does not count as trying."
He ignores you. "I wanna get laid. It's just a lot of work, and people are so fake, and-"
"Just fuck someone you know," you interrupt. "It's either a total stranger, or someone you know well. Those are the best choices.
"Really?"
"In my experience, yes."
There's a beat of silence, and then, slowly, Yangyang's face breaks into a devious, awful grin.
It takes you another few seconds to figure it out.
"No!"
"Oh, come on!" he whines.
"Not if we were the last two people on earth!"
"You're already here!"
You scoff. "Oh, yeah, because that helps your case so much. Just what everyone wants to hear. 'You're convenient!'"
"It's not like that," Yangyang says. "You know I think you're amazing."
You're unreasonably touched, for an instant, by his choice of flattery. Not hot, not cool. Amazing.
"I know you're desperate, but it's a bad idea," you say.
But even as you protest, you know how you feel.
Yangyang is a good friend, a buddy. He's also irresistibly charming and quick, increasingly handsome as he's grown into his features over the few years you've known him. You've kind of got a soft spot for him, more than for any of your other friends, and you're suspecting that he kind of knows it.
"Fine," he says. "I'm just going to deal with my virg sadness by rubbing one out."
"Ew."
As if daring you, Yangyang slips his stupid cutoff tee over his head, standing there in just his low-slung shorts. He dramatically walks the semicircle around you and flops down on his back on the other side of the bed. You eye the pale jut of his ribs against his skinny torso, the wispiest excuse for a happy trail-
"You can leave. Or you can stick around," he says. "Y'know. If you want."
"You wouldn't dare-"
But he dares, hands going to the buckle of his thick cloth belt.
Well.
Ten's not home, and won't be home all week. Renjun is gone.
You stand up from the bed, as Yangyang is still undoing his belt with agonizing slowness, and slam and lock his bedroom door. Can't be too careful. Lots of people know the passcode to get in here. And the last thing you want is Guanheng or Chenle or someone coming in here and seeing this.
Seeing you, as you throw the last of your caution right out the slightly-popped window and climb right onto the bed again.
Right onto Yangyang.
He yelps, like he thinks you're attacking him, as you move to sit on top of his thighs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. The open belt and button of his shorts is tempting, though the thick band of his boxers has been visible the whole time anyway.
Yangyang's face, however, is just intrigued. Flustered, a bit, but not scared. His hands twitch against his covers like he wants to touch you, but isn't sure if he can.
"Do you actually wanna be un-virginized?" you ask, annoyed despite all of your interest (how did you get here?!).
He nods as well as he can, hair fanning against his pillow. "So badly."
Your heart is fluttering. You hate to admit it.
"Then it's your lucky day."
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Resurface 21 - Rely
What went before.
How do you prove you are who you say you are?
With a little dose of DINKY EARTH&SKY STORYTIME.
I agonised over the flashback being from Virgil’s POV rather than Scott who is supposed to be the one telling the story… but Virg very much took front and centre (is about time tbh cos it’s HIS story after all and Scotty keeps muscling in). So yeah it might be a jarring shift, hope you’ll forgive me if so and enjoy the mini earth & sky antics anyway xx
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“Prove it.”
“I… what?”
“Prove you’re not Dad just trying to talk me down off the roof again so Scott has to leave without me.”
Scott’s blood was now red ice-slushie and his heart seemed to be struggling to pump it where it was needed. He was going to mess this up. He was going to let his brother down again. Was it even possible to logic him out of this? Probably not. But, now they were here, he had to try. He had to fix whatever it was that had prompted his brother’s fractured psyche to replace him with… a better version? His mind raced.
“Uh… ok. Ok! How about you ask me something Dad wouldn’t know.”
Virgil silently consulted to his left again, his eyebrows raising with a sudden idea. His head snapped back around and his eyes narrowed on Scott before he raised one finger to his own face and slowly drew a short line along the bottom of his jaw towards his chin. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.
Scott had already unconsciously mimicked the action, tracing the marginally firmer texture of the almost invisible scar he carried there. A slight wash of relief ran through him as he realised he could answer this one very easily but their father could not have.
“Well it certainly wasn’t an argument with a barbed wire fence like we told Mom and Dad…”
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“The math works, Virgil! The lift from the drones will be just enough to support the two of us into a glide then the wings will do the rest.”
Virgil eyed Scott’s pride and joy with a bucketload of awe mixed with a few shovelfuls of suspicion.
The flying machine’s body was the old carbon fibre kayak, consigned to the garage long ago when their attempt to navigate the nearby stream in midsummer left it slightly… holey… in places. The two of them had manhandled it on to the roof via the internal ladder in the middle of the night about three weeks ago. The swarm of eight small tricopter-drones Scott had requested for his birthday were attached (four across the front, one each wing and two to the back) with lots of complicated-looking knots Virgil hadn’t learnt at Rescue Scouts yet but his brother had practised for hours to perfect.
The main event - the wings themselves - were an ingenious combination of fishing poles, some chicken wire fencing Scott had liberated from behind the shed and a patchwork of pieces of an old parachute Mom had stashed away for a rainy (or last minute fancy dress costume) day.
It did look impressive but also maybe a little more… home made… than Virgil had pictured when Scott had explained his Big Idea.
“I’m not sure your math is the same as real life, Scotty…”
“Sure it is! In high school you do real life math - it’s called physics and its all about balancing up forces with down forces. I checked my calculations with my physics teacher last week. She thought it was brilliant. It will work.”
“Did she know you were planning to do it in real life though?”
“Of course not, 11 year olds aren’t meant to be able to fly. It’d cause a fuss.”
“Hmm.” Virgil scratched his head and tried to figure out why the flying machine made him uneasy. It wasn’t just that the stitching of the parachute to the mesh was somewhat wobblier than Virgil had drawn in the neat plan they’d sketched together. nor was it the fact he could see daylight through some of the gashes in the boat.
“Did your sums include using duct tape?” Scotty had for sure used a lot. A lot of a lot.
“It’s really strong. Ever tried to unstick it from something? Impossible! Nothing unsticks what duct tape says should be stuck.”
“Ok.” Virgil’s voice was small because it was being squashed by big feelings. Some excited and proud ones. Quite a lot more scared ones. And some guilty ones.
And some deep misgivings about whatever “physics” was.
Since leaving them to go to High School Scott’s brain had been full of so many clever new things and he was so confident and excited. Virgil felt bad for not trusting him. After all, Scotty always made the crazy ideas work and then his eyes would twinkle with the annoying “told you so”. They always came out ok because Scotty wouldn’t let Virgil get hurt.
His big brother suddenly crouched down to look him in the eye. His eyes were soft behind the sparkle.
“You don’t have to do it if you’re scared Virgie. 11 years olds aren’t supposed to fly so I guess 9 year olds are even more… uh… not supposed to fly. It won’t matter, you could just watch instead and…” he frowned in thought “I would just need a weight about the same as you to strap to the seat behind… so the math still works. Hmm, maybe a rock or something…”
Scott trailed off and looked around them as if expecting to find a ideal Virgil-sized boulder just waiting there on the rooftop. Virgil hoped he wasn’t going to have to help carry one up the ladder.
Except, no. Of course he wasn’t. Scotty wasn’t going flying with a rock. Not while Virgil was around. His brother could always rely on him to always be right there at his side. He gave himself a little shake, put his hands on his hips and pulled what he thought might be a strong, reliable face:
“You need a wingman. That’s gotta be me. It can’t be a rock, that’s just silly!”
Scott beamed with obvious relief. “Alright short stuff, if you’re sure?”
Virgil was developing a talent for deadly glares and directed his best scowl at the lanky beanpole towering over him. His brother just seemed amused rather than appropriately terrified.
“I’m not that short Scott. I’m nearly as tall as Mom.”
“Yeah well Mom’s teeny. Dad calls her his Li’l Lightning Bolt cos…”
“She’s not! She told me we are the normal ones and you and Dad are secretly Sasquatches hiding from the FBI!”
Scott’s chirpy cackle was loud and long and Virgil glowed with pleasure at making him laugh, even if it hadn’t been his own joke originally. Then a little pang of worry hit him.
“Do you think they are alright?”
Scott squeezed his shoulder. “Of course they are, I promise. Baby Gordon just needs a bit of looking after at hospital because he’s even teenier than you...” Virgil gave him his best killer glare “… and Mom and Dad are just keeping him company. She’s alright Virgie.”
“Yeah.” Another squeeze then his brother stood up tall and together they surveyed the view.
Scott checked his new watch then licked his finger and put it up in the air. His very serious and important expression was a bit spoiled by his tongue sticking out to the side as he concentrated on working out the wind direction but Virgil suppressed the giggle. This was Scotty’s big moment.
“Alright, if we are gonna do this it needs to be now. Wind’s good and Grandma and Grandpa will be back with Johnny in about 20 minutes.”
“Aye aye Captain Scott!”
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#virgil tracy#idontknowreallywhy fanfic#resurface fic#earth&sky#earth and sky#wee!tracys
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