#yogteens

So over my many travels of Tumblr I have discovered no real good source of headcanons (for Yogteens/Teencast) to get the creative juices flowing, so I decided "Why the hell not make some headcanons." So here's this.

Unhappy jock, aw.

(Sjips story)

So here’s part 2 my wonderful Tech an Technos! Oh snap…I just realised this is going on Tumblr not Fanfiction heh heh…

I call my Fanfiction fans Tech’s if you’re a girl and Technos if you’re a guy…

So sad lol

Enjoy! We’ll see some Mr. Ridge this time…she says…probably not

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Sips and Sjin exchanged phone numbers (I felt awkward writing that) and met again and again at Sips’ filthy, cheap, small apartment. And they did what they loved doing best, Sips laid on the bed and Sjin curled into his chest and listened to his heart beat and felt his chest rising and lowering. Sips couldn’t help but feel guilty, Sjin was a young, intelligent, attractive, popular, likeable seventeen year-old boy. Although people liked Sips just for the fact he was a good looking guy, he didn’t have a future for a job, he was an angry, alcoholic, crack- head who he knew would hold back the unconditionally in-love teen.

“Sjin” Sips whispered

“Yes Sipsy?” Sjin asked, looking up at his lover

“Where do your parents think you are?”

Sjin fidgeted “At the library” he mumbled

Sips couldn’t help but chuckle and cup the boy’s face to plant a kiss on his soft lips “Wow, you bad mother-trucker”

Sjin giggled and clumsily entwined his hand with Sips, fitting in perfectly “What else would I say? I’m going to my twenty-six year old boyfriend’s house to make love? HA! They’d kill me” (HA! don’t steal my catch phrase Sjin)

“Yeah” Sips stroked Sjin’s hair with the hand that was holding his hand “They would”

“But don’t worry, soon I’ll graduate, and then we can spend the rest of our lives together!”

Sips sighed and sat up, he brought Sjin with him and took both of his hands

“Are you alright Sipsy?” Sjin asked cocking his head and widening his bright, blue eyes

“Sjin…” Sips hesitated “Sjin, I am an uneducated, broke, drug-addicted, twenty six year old alcoholic…why do you want to live with me forever?”

“Because Sips!” Sjin tangled his hands in Sips’ short hair “I’m in love with you…I’m absolutely one-kabillion percent devoted to you, no matter what decisions you made in your life…” Sjin’s staring into Sips’ eyes wondered to the stash on his dresser until a familiar cold hand cupped his face and brought it back to his eyes

“I didn’t want to do it, by father beat me, said he tried to ‘beat the gay out of me’” Sips muttered a few curses under his breath “My brother told me to take it…said it would soothe my nerves, and it did, made me less stressed but more aggressive…my dad had to have surgery in his leg because I got fed up and stabbed a half-cracked beer bottle in it” Sips sarcastically chuckled “he deserved it” he stared at the floor

“Hey, don’t think like that…Sips look at me” Sjin lifted his chin “I’m here, think about me instead”

And it did work, Sips thought about Sjin, every curve, angle and bit of him calmed Sips.

Sjin leaned in and kissed Sips, he traced his tongue along his lips, asking for entrance which Sips granted as Sjin’s tongue nudged its away into Sips’ mouth, exploring his mouth and swirling it swiftly with Sips’ own tongue.

Sjin softly pulled away “Even though I’m seventeen Sips, I could never be more in love”

“That’s the other thing Sjin! I’m a whole nine years older than you, doesn’t that make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, Sips…are you trying to push me away?” Sjin voice dropped slightly and he looked down

“No Sjin!” Sips pulled Sjin into a warm and tight hug “I just…you’re too perfect for me”

“Like-wise” Sjin mumbled, his words muffled into Sips’ chest

“Just, promise me you won’t give up school or anything to be with me okay? You’re future’s fist, I’m never the first option alright?”

“You ARE my future”

“You may think that now Sjin, but say in the future you realise I’m a worthless piece of nothing?”

Sjin felt tears pricking at his eyes “Stop it Sips” he wiped his eyes “You’re making me feel bad”

Although Sjin sounded like a child Sips hated himself for putting these thoughts in his head “I’m sorry” Sips kissed away his tears then grinned “I’ll make up for it”

Sips slowly pulled off Sjin’s shirt and gasped in horror as he saw Sjin’s usually smooth, soft and tender torso. Nasty purple bruises and a cut or two were scattered around him, Sjin hissed as Sips placed a finger hardly touching him on a bruise “What the hell happened?!” was Sips-language for “Who the hell did this?! I’ll kill them!”

“It-It was nothing Sips…” Sjin’s face flushed “I fell over-”

“Sjin” Sips looked up at him with a not-buying-it-at-all expression on his face “Was this that teacher you told me about?”

Sjin nodded slowly and Sips got up and pulled on his clothes

“I’m going to go and kill him okay?” Sips was half-way through putting on his scraggly jeans when Sjin grabbed his hand

“Please Sips!” Sjin hugged him and waited for response “Can you talk to him on Monday when I have school? I-I don’t want to be alone now”

Sips sighed and hugged Sjin back “Okay, but he’s SO gonna die” he growled.

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Authors closing ramblings:

Imagine Person A of your OTP has a diary filled with their deepest feelings for Person B. When Person B finds it they become embarrassed, and apologize until Person B kisses them and says they feel the same way. 

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Pushing open the door slightly Sjin leant in, his body twisting around the wood as his head peeked in.

‘Sips?’ He whispered quietly. ‘Sips, are ya there?’

When no reply came, he stepped quietly into the room, the deep carpet muffling his footsteps.

‘C’mon Sips, this isn’t funny now, come out!’ Sjin frowned, ever since Sips had abandoned him, running off smirking, Sjin had been worriedly searching for the smaller boy. Collapsing onto the narrow bed, he breathed in Sips’ musky scent, taking a moment to glance around the simple room. The pale blue walls were cracked, the few simple pieces of furniture barely filled in the tiny space, making it seem bigger than it was. The brunette stood, running his hand over the Ikea MDF the bedside table was shoddily constructed from. No wonder Sips was entranced by the luxuries Sjin does house afforded, always want to spend time there. It had been months before Sips had even grudgingly allowed Sjin over to his house, complaining that the brunette would not see Sips in the same way. He paused before carefully sliding open the top drawer, maintaining the silent bubble Sips’ room had become.

Surely Sips won’t mind, the tall boy mused, pushing his hand into the wooden box. He slid his hand around for a while, before his fingers brushed against the only object occupying the space. The cool leather caressed Sjin’s fingertips as he grabbed at the case, tugging it out from the dark drawer. He sat back on the bed, softly releasing the clasp on the book, before flipping open the smooth leather cover. Inside were pages filled with Sips’ familiar chicken scrawl. Sjin giggled quietly, this was Sips’ diary. Sips, the toughest bastard in town, had a secret diary! He flicked through the pages, carefully thumbing through them. Then Sjin felt his conscious twang. This was personal stuff, he knew it was wrong to intrude on Sips’ feelings, especially as Sjin knew how delicate he was when it came to them. Sips might act like the tough guy, but under that protective shield he was just another sensitive teenager. And doing something like this could break Sips enough to ruin their friendship. So Sjin compromised. I’ll just read one, he promised himself silently. But which one? Sips must have filled enough of the thick pages to write a novella by now. Sjin flipped through until he came to the latest entry. This one would do. Sjin’s eyes drifted down, deciphering Sips’ familiar untidy handwriting.

‘13th March

Dear Diar,

How are ya you magnificent sonovabitch? Sorry that I haven’t written in a while, but that dick Mr. Ridge keeps giving me detentions. I swear he’s out to make my life miserable. I mean, c’mon, all I wanna do it get through high school, why’s he gotta be such a big babby all the time!’

Sjin paused, chuckling. Not only did Sips have a sort of name for his diary, but he wrote like he was talking to it as well. He brought his attention back to the page and continued reading.

‘Saw Sjin as well today. As usual. We walked into school and hada couple of lessons together. Pretty sure I fell asleep in most of them though. Sjin helped me study for our Geometry test, I’ve probably failed anyway, but geez, who cares? It’s only geometry. But it was nice that he tried. He’s always so patient with me, even though I’m such a lost cause.

He makes it so difficult though. He swear he must be blind, either that or he’s really twisted, the way he leaves me hanging. There are these little looks, or touches, when we both try to turn a page at the same time, sometimes I swear they are on purpose, and then he just laughs it off like usual. He makes it so hard for me, with his not-so-platonic flirting. Sometimes I just catch myself in his eyes, and I hope that it’s me making him that happy. I’m so scared of losing him, he has so much more to live. One day he’s gonna be this famous architect, and where will I be? Some washed up loser somewhere.’

Sjin felt his breath catch. What the hell? Did Sips have … feelings for him?

‘I just wish he could see himself through my eyes. See how handsome he is, how charming, and good at everything. And when he smiles. Geez, I feel like I wanna melt. Plus I’ve kinda decided that Sjin’s laugh is my favourite noise in the world. Y’know, as a side note.

Anyway, Sjin’s coming over tomorrow. I know I’m far too excited, but being around him makes me feel.

Better.

Bye Diar.’

Sjin felt like he was going to cry. How had Sips never told him this. That he actually liked Sjin.

‘Sjiiin, what are you-‘ Sjin stopped dead at the sound of Sips’ voice, his eyes wide as he clutched the book. Sips’ voice had died in his throat as he saw the small sheath of leather bound papers Sjin was clutching.

‘Sips, I-‘

‘Save it Sjin, I don’t want to hear it.’ Sips hung his head, eyes closed. ‘That’s private shit right there and you’ve just … I can’t believe you would-‘ Sjin cut off the smaller boy with his lips, pressing them gently together, before drawing back.

‘Sjin,’ Sips breathed lightly, breath ghosting over the brunette’s lips.

‘I’m sorry Sips, it was wrong of me to go through your stuff.’

‘Don’t be such a dum dum Sjin. If I’d have known this would happen I wouldn’t have minded showing you.’ Sjin giggled happily, his long arms snaking around Sips’ neck as he daintily pressed his nose into Sips’.

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'Stop it Sips, I'm warning you!' Sips' rough finger brushed over Sjin's neck again, causing the tall boy to squirm.

'Aw, are you ticklish Sjin?' He said scrabbling harder at the boy's skin, causing his face to redden as he attempted to move away from the paler boy.

'No I am not, Sips!' Sjin pouted, turning away from the smaller boy, only to feel his fingers creep up his neck again.

Sjin collapsed giggling, as Sips went in for the kill, his fingers roughly tickling everywhere. The brunette squirmed breathlessly under Sips as he straddled the tall boy, his attack unrelenting.

'Sips ... please ...' Sjin laughed, trying to wriggle out of Sips legs. Sips leaned closer, fingers sweeping his skin. Suddenly he pressed his lips into Sjin's, the tall boy stopping dead as he felt Sips' warm lips touch his. Gently Sips pushed forward, probing Sjin's limits. When the brunette didn't respond at all, Sips pulled away, muttering his apologies. Sjin remained frozen, his eyes wide in shock, body paralysed in the same twisted position. Sips rubbed his neck awkwardly, regretting the move, as he turned away from the tall boy. He closed his eyes, as his head lowered, when he felt warm lips pressed into his own again.