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hisunshiine · 3 years

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

♡ 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬

♡ 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴

♡ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

♡ 𝘸𝘤: 3343

an: commissioned story

Walking up the stairs to your best friends’ apartment, you hang your cape over your shoulder, defeated. Waiting patiently as Namjoon unlocked the front door, Jungkook shuffled side to side, just as upset as you, the evidence written across his face. His signature bunny smile, nowhere to be found, was replaced with a pout fixed on his face as he followed you into the apartment while Namjoon struggled to get the key back out of the golden deadbolt lock.

The sound of shoes being slipped off filled the silence along with jangling keys and the low murmur of curses followed by a soft exclamation of joy as Namjoon shut the door.

“I’m sorry babe. I didn’t know it was cancelled. I didn’t check my email before we left...”

You tossed your purple cape over the couch and got comfy in your favorite spot. Tucked into the left corner of the couch, your sheer pantyhose legs crossed, you dropped your head onto the back rest of the couch and attempted to look at Namjoon still in the entryway. Dressed up as Thor, his arms flexed nicely as you watched him put his shoes on the rack by the door, grown out blond hair falling in his face.

“Joonie, it’s fine. I don’t blame you. I’m just sad we didn’t get to show off our hard work.” You gesture at your outfit, Raven from Teen Titans, and shrugged. Left in just the black long sleeved leotard and hosiery, you sigh.

“Poor Kookie here has been doing pushups and crunches for the past two weeks so that he could pull off a gladiator from 300.” You turned your gaze to Jungkook, perched on the barstool next to the kitchen counter, elbow braced on the table to hold his head up as he sulked. “Nice job by the way, you got a lot of looks when we were walking up to the convention center.”

He laughed, shameless as always when showing off his beautifully built frame.

“Hey, I think the woman with the baby stroller really enjoyed the view.”

“I would hope so, she damn near tripped over her own child breaking her neck to stare.”

You lean up as Namjoon makes his way over to the couch, your eyes following the way his well-built body moves in the ludicrously tight Thor outfit.

“What can we do to make it up to you? We rarely get a day off like this, all together.”

He was right. Adulting had made the time spent with your best friends almost nonexistent. Attempts to hang out, all three of you, rarely went off without a hitch; with Namjoon receiving calls from the office about accounts in progress, or Jungkook having to go in to work with the local sports team as their trainer during both on and off seasons, and you working your 9 to 5. It was stressful.

“Honestly, just spending time with you guys is all I need.”

Namjoon lifted your legs to sit next to you, placing them in his lap as Jungkook jumped up and grabbed a dusty, small box off the living room bookshelf. An old deck of Uno cards that you all used to stay up late and play in college is tossed onto the coffee table while Jungkook’s feet carried him to the kitchen, where he grabbed a few beers.

“For old time’s sake?”

——————

Uno had turned into Strip Uno quickly, once you all were a few beers deep. The opaque green glass bottles were set off to the side of the coffee table as the three of you sat around, tipsy and half naked, laughing at each other.

Jungkook had been the first one to lose an article of clothing, his Leonidas style crown tossed on the other side of the couch with Namjoon’s discarded cape. Namjoon followed suit with his costume shirt being next to disappear from his body. The males’ losing streak ended when you were the unlucky one to lose a large item, your black leotard. It wasn’t long before Jungkook, who had already been shirtless, had lost his roman gladiator skort, and Namjoon’s pants made it onto the clothing pile, leaving the three of you sitting comfortably in half-nakedness.

“God, I can’t believe we used to really trade girls back and forth, hyung.” Jungkook was laughing as he remembered some of their crazier antics, which you knew all about as their best friend. You’d even walked into some compromising situations once or twice, and saw exactly what each of them was working with below the belt.

“I can, man, we were insatiable. Fuck, we still are Kook, don’t act like just because we’re working now crazy shit still doesn’t happen.”

Namjoon’s eyes were low, the alcohol in his system making him feel nice.

“You’re right,” Jungkook giggled, face red from intoxication, “just way less often. It’s been what? 4 months or so? We need to throw a party or something.”

“You guys are just as bad as you were in college.” You say, leaning back into the couch behind you. None of you had moved from the floor where you had sat around the table to play Uno.

“Oh, right. I forgot that you were our ‘goody two shoes’ girl. Never did anything wrong...” Namjoon tried to roll his eyes, but the half-moon shape barely showed the whites of his eyes.

“That’s not true… I was just way better at being discreet. It wasn’t the campus’ business who I let between my legs.”

“We played ‘never have I ever’ so many times, though… You never did anything bad.” Jungkook pouted at you, thinking you were lying to him. In reality, you lied back then. It wasn’t anyone’s business and you weren’t going to expose others’ sex lives just for some drinking game.

“I did, I just didn’t put a finger down,” you laughed. “I still drank what I was supposed to, I just didn’t want to be questioned about my threesomes and shit.”

Namjoon couldn’t believe what he heard. You, his precious best female friend, had a threesome before. The air in the room shifts, the tension palpable in the room.

“No, not my YN. You’re the good one.” Namjoon stated jokingly, though you could sense he was still serious.

“I need the details, YN.” Jungkook stared at you, eyes steady as he pinned you with his gaze.

His look is full of desire, and you can see him move ever so slightly as if he was uncomfortable. Jungkook’s hand moves to cover his hardening cock, but not before you can see that it was exactly what was making him so uncomfortable in his boxer briefs.

“It was nothing wild, Koo. We were drunk, it was college, one of them, the girl, said that getting eaten out feels better by a woman, the other said no way and said he was the best ever to do it, so I volunteered to test out their theory and draw an end to the pissing contest.”

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered how much fun it was. The memory turned you on slightly; you can feel your arousal drip onto your thong.

“So who was better?”

“She was, definitely.”

Namjoon shakes his head and Jungkook leans back, incredulous. Both had leaned in towards you as you told the short story, falling on every word that you said.

“Pfft! No way, I could totally out-do the chick.”

“Same. He didn’t know what he was doing, clearly.”

You shifted your body to get more comfortable, sitting with your knees bent and spread open in an L shape as you leaned back against the seat of the couch. You may have been curvy, but you were comfortable around Jungkook and Namjoon as they had known you for so long and seen you in various stages of undress, sobriety, and moods.

“I mean, we can always test it out.” You gesture your arm out at the 2 of them, resting your forearm on the knee that is bent up to the sky.

It’s silent, deadly, as they stare at you. Jungkook’s eyes roam your body that is on display for him, instinctively licking his lips. Namjoon, who was still leaned towards you, gives a smirk that has you… excited.

“Baby, you couldn’t handle me.”

“Awe, Joonie, it’s cute that you think so.”

“I’d be better at it anyways.” Jungkook chimed in. That cocky confidence oozing over him as he mimics your pose, though leaning back on his palm, arm extended to share part of his weight.

“Mmm.. I don’t know Kookie, I think Namjoon has been at it a little longer than you, plus, no offense, but he has fuller lips...” You turn away from Jungkook’s pout toward Namjoon, who’s still got that damn smirk on his face.

He moved forward, practically stalking on his hands and knees as he brings himself into your personal space. You watch the way his chest and arms flex, mouth practically drooling at the sight.

“You've been sizing me up, baby?” His voice is low, deeper as he let his hunger for you show. His hand slides along your hip, fingers curling gently around you. “You think about how good it would feel, my tongue between your legs?”

He’s surprised that you didn’t pull away. When you reached up and grabbed a handful of his blond locks and tugged, you reveled in the low groan he let out, eyes fixated on his quivering Adam’s apple as the sinful sound reverberated throughout the apartment.

“Damn—” your eyes snapped to Jungkook, whose pupils had dilated as he watched the interaction between you and his hyung. His mouth hung open; he hadn’t realized he had verbalized his thoughts.

“Everything okay, bun?” you asked, using Jungkook’s pet name that you loved to use when teasing him.

He cleared his throat, his hand stroking gently at his clothed cock, trying to ease the ache.

“Yeah—please, continue.”

You realized he was addressing Namjoon when you felt his parted lips skim across your neck, soft and wet as his tongue joined. Latching on gently, you rolled your head back allowing him more access as you yourself were now the one affected, moaning breathily as his solid frame hovered over you, pressing you back into the couch. You tightened your grip on his hair, and he bit your neck a little harder in response.

Eyes fluttered closed, you felt a second set of hands on you, palms sliding along the pantyhose that still covered your legs.

“I know you’ve thought about this...” Jungkook’s lips moved along your tummy as he talked, small kisses along the waistband of your hosiery. “Can practically feel how badly you want this.”

His fingers dipped into your band and began to tug them down, freeing your thighs from their confines. You arched your back, unable to not react as he mouthed loudly at your clothed core, his tongue flicking against the cotton to trace the outline of your needy clit as he groaned with the inhale of your arousal.

Namjoon on the other hand was quieter, mouth busy sucking light bruises to your skin as his large hands palmed your ample breasts. As he kissed down your neck and collar bone, he pulled one mound from your bra, laving his tongue around your aroused nipple to pull sounds out of you.

So enthralled in the feel of Namjoon, you don’t notice that Jungkook has you stripped bare, not until he’s nudged your thighs apart and settled himself between, a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh almost unnoticed due to the amount of pleasure you’re feeling—that is until his lips latched onto your clit, a combined sucking motion with a flicking tongue, made your free hand dive into his mess of dark strands, directing his ministrations.

“Fuck, Jungkook, d-don’t stop.”

Namjoon moved to be behind you, replacing the couch as your backing as Jungkook circled his arms around your thighs and pulled you down closer to his feasting mouth. Namjoon began to kiss at your neck, hands resumed their massaging of your chest, nipples rolling between his fingers as you held Jungkook’s head so you could roll your hips, fucking yourself on his tongue.

Feeling it build, the delightful coiling in your abdomen snaps when Jungkook enters you with a thrust of his two fingers and strokes roughly along your walls, brushing the rough patch of bundled nerves. You cry out, head thrown back onto Namjoon’s shoulder as you buck, hips rolling as you ride out your high on Jungkook’s face.

“Definitely think that I was better than that girl, huh, angel?”

You nod, never one to lie about how good or bad someone is sexually.

“You let me have the control to fuck your face, it was amazing.” You tell him, your chest rapidly moving as you attempted to regulate your breathing.

“My turn.”

You feel more than see Namjoon switch places with Jungkook, maneuvering your body to a more comfortable position. Jungkook’s cock, hard and erect, is now pressed between your back and his abs when you leaned back onto him.

“Oh, he left you such a mess, baby.” Namjoon licks a stripe along your swollen clit, lapping at the juices. You’re still sensitive, but he pushed your thighs apart so his large hands could hold you in place as he slowly teased at your folds until you felt yourself leaning into it, wanting more instead of squirming away.

“Right there Joonie—shit, that feels—oh!”

Namjoon’s thumb rubbed wet circles on your swollen nub as his tongue explored every inch of you, teasing and tasting. Jungkook held you tight in his embrace, preventing you from running now that you could feel your second orgasm building.

To make your judgement fair, Jungkook’s lips and hands touched your body where he could reach, knowing that Namjoon’s ministrations had added to your heightened senses when it had been him gracing the spot between your thighs.

Namjoon’s nose pressed against your clit as he open-mouth kissed your heat, devouring as much as he could of your release before you replaced what he had cleaned up. You could feel the growing orgasm spreading through your veins, the thrum of your beating heart loud in your ears until Namjoon inserted his fingers. The squelching sound as your walls sucked his first two fingers into you caused both men to groan, the vibrations of the one feasting leading you to arch your back into Jungkook’s chest. Toes curling, your mouth is open as you try and catch your breath, but Namjoon did the same move as Jungkook and you squirmed as it consumed you, a crackling of electricity taking over your senses.

Sitting up, Namjoon grinned over your shoulder, knowing that the move his younger roommate taught him all those years ago never fails.

“I would say that makes it 1 for Jungkook, 1 for Namjoon, as we now hold the title ‘better than the girl who rocked your world’, right JK? Our good girl is finally enjoying being bad.”

Namjoon’s chin and lips were slicked with your cum, and you nodded, still a little fucked out as you came down.

“Damn, I wonder what prize we should get?”

Lifting an eyebrow, you sat up off Jungkook's chest, propelling yourself forward until you were on your hands and knees, eye level with Namjoon’s obvious hard-on. Licking your lips, his eyes followed the movement. He watched your every move as you leaned down, opened your mouth slowly, and lowered your tongue to the fabric covering his erection. You hear Jungkook inhale at the view you provide, sopping cunt on display.

“Mmph.. shit, baby.” Namjoon’s cock twitches as your mouth, hot and wet, teases his most sensitive area, and when he lifts his hips slightly, chasing as you pull away, you decide to show him exactly how much you enjoy being bad.

Your hands have pulled his boxer briefs down and the bulbous tip has entered your mouth before he was able to see the glint in your eye. Taking him into your mouth fully, he let out a sound you never thought you’d hear from him, a loud moan higher than his usual tone and accompanied with movement from his hips as he thrust up. Spit from your mouth dripped down his shaft as you pulled back.

You heard Jungkook mutter a curse as your hips swayed seductively in his face, and you removed your lips off of Namjoon with a wet pop sound, replacing your mouth with your hand as you stroked his length. Turning your head to peek over your shoulder, you follow Jungkook’s gaze, smirking.

“Hey Bun, you gonna stare at it all night, or are you going to fill me up?”

You giggled as he scrambled up onto his knees, his hands tugging at his underwear to free himself from the restraining fabric. You grasp Namjoon’s thighs before you lower yourself again, the thrust of Jungkook entering you from behind pushing you farther onto Namjoon’s cock. The moan vibrates along his shaft, and Namjoon’s toes curl as you swallow around him, tongue tracing the thick vein.

“Fuck, you’re so wet...” Jungkook’s voice, melodious as he vocalizes with each thrust, causes you to clench involuntarily as he splits you. The burn from the stretch feels good, so good, and you push back onto him, fucking yourself as his hands hold onto your curves.

“Her mouth… Jungkook, her mouth is—” you hollow your cheeks as you vacillate up and down, and Namjoon can no longer form words. His hands cup your face as he watches you worship him, oblivious to the words of praise Jungkook is saying.

“YN, fuck baby, your pussy is squeezing me so tight… You take my cock so well, better than I dreamed of.”

The spit that had gathered in your mouth dripped down and as you massaged Namjoon’s balls, the spit added to his pleasure. You felt them constrict in your hands, his cock twitching as your first warning.

“Baby, I—” you nod, knowing what he wants to say, and the action made him squeeze his whiskey colored eyes shut before he came, ropes of hot cum filling your mouth. Once he opened his eyes again, you made eye contact, pulling off of him and opening your mouth so Namjoon could see the translucent coating on your tongue before you swallowed it.

“Shit.”

His dilated pupils watched as you continued to use Jungkook to massage your g-spot, impaling yourself on him while you used a free hand to massage at your clit. Your third orgasm was a little harder to come by, not without a little help, so you told Jungkook what you needed.

“Choke me.”

You couldn’t see the way his doe eyes grew unimaginably wider as he maneuvered his right hand to grip your throat and apply just the right amount of pressure, allowing you to ascend towards climax. You fucked him harder, ass slapping against his thighs harshly. He released your throat, both hands firmly grasping your hips. A slap to your ass from Jungkook’s hand spurred your words.

“Cum in me Kookie, fill me like Joon did—”

“Ah, fuck, I’m cumm—”

When your walls fluttered, Jungkook groaned and immersed himself as deep into your dripping core as he could so he could fill you as you gushed your arousal around him, juices mingling as you collapsed onto the carpet, Jungkook’s softening dick slipping from inside you as he moved to lay next to you.

Panting, you rolled onto your back, head on Namjoon’s thigh as you waited for your breathing to settle. Jungkook was already smiling and looking none the worse for wear, physically. He moved to lay his head on your tummy, an arm thrown over your body while Namjoon’s hand smoothed the hair away from your face.

“I think that’s… 2 for me,” you say, “and 1 for each of you.”

Both men look at you in awe as you finish speaking, “...so what were you saying earlier about me being your ‘good girl’?”

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nicolewoo · 3 years

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Yo, Jamie!!! It’s almost done.

Pairing: King Roman Reigns X Female reader

Warnings: None

My average day was a controlled chaos. Everyone wanted an audience with the king, and I had to know what issues were pressing, which nobles I could and couldn’t talk to, and a million other details. All of these things weighed on me daily. Now, with my mother and the church pressing me to take a bride, I’d reached a breaking point.

After I had yelled at a servant for no reason, Charles the Lord of Sussex and my most trusted advisor and friend, suggested we take a few hours to go riding this morning. He’d been right, too. A few hours away from the castle and the nobles was exactly what I needed.

We’d tried to slip out before the sun rose so we could avoid anyone, but as we prepared to leave the grounds, the Captain of the Guard saw us. Christopher was a tall lanky man with almost no hair anymore and an unfortunate habit of rubbing his face when he was nervous. Now, as he insisted that the king should not ride un-escorted, his hand brushed over his face repeatedly.

“Your highness, we have hundreds of nobles arriving this week. I’m afraid there will be more thieves in the forest. I’ve got plenty of guards on the road, but if you’ll be avoiding the road,” he eyed me suspiciously, knowing I never stayed on the road, “I insist you take a couple of guards.”

I begrudgingly agreed but told the guards to stay far back from us unless we encountered other people.

Charles and I enjoyed a very peaceful ride, stopping once for a cleansing swim in a river and to eat some bread and cheese Charles packed. “My friend, you’ve done me a great service today.” I said as I lounged shirtless on a patch of grass soaking in the sun.

Charles cocked his head a bit as if surprised to hear a compliment. “It’s my pleasure, sire. You needed a break.”

“I guess we should head back.” I admitted as I stood and finished getting dressed. Charles finished a minute before me and packed up the rest of the food. Once mounted on my horse, I hesitated to leave. “I wish I could do this every day, like we did when we were kids.”

Charles smiled at me. “You were never destined to a life of leisure, Your Highness. God chose you to be a wise and fair king who is building a greater country and a greater world.” He whistled to the guards I’d forgotten were even with us, and they mounted their horses to follow us. “Besides, you’d be miserable if you lived a quiet, boring life.” We both laughed.

Finding a slow trot, Charles and I continued talking, mostly about Charles’s sexual conquests. As a young, unmarried titled man, he had his choice of lovers in the court, and none of them ever kept his attention for more than a few months. Knowing I’d be married off one day in a probable political move, I’d chosen to be much less adventurous. I’d enjoyed the affections of a couple of women, but I never knew if it was because they liked me or the idea of becoming a queen. Now that I was king, I was too busy, too stressed, too careful. I noticed the ladies at court. There were a couple of fetching noble women, but none that sparked anything even close to passion.

I knew it was time to marry. I wanted to get married, but for love. Instead, women from around the world were invading my castle, and I was to meet every single one of them in a week-long quest to find a wife. Not only would my attendance be necessary at every meal and every social occasion, I was to meet each potential candidate in person and in private (with a chaperone), a task I was dreading. Meeting after meeting of women throwing themselves at my feet trying to become the next queen.

“Are you ok, highness?” Charles’s voice broke me out of my worry.

“Just thinking about this week.” I admitted to him.

Charles thought for a moment before talking. “I envy you. You’ll have your choice of women. If I were you, I’d bed whichever ones I wanted. You could have a wife and mistress by the end of the week.”

Of course, he was excited about the prospect of more women at court. “My friend, I believe you’re going to bed many of them this week.” I chuckled.

Charles laughed with me, “Not until Your Royal Highness has ruled them out as your future queen.”

“Well then, I’ve finally found the worth of being a king. I don’t have to accept your discarded women.” I stopped my horse at a river so both of us could drink. Charles pulled up besides us and jumped off his horse too.

Charles’s laugh rang out over the forest. “Would that be so bad?”

“Your prowess is well known, and I’ve seen ladies after you’ve spent an evening with them. I’d be afraid I’d disappoint.” I said.

Charles smiled shyly. “Sire, you know whomever you choose must be pure.”

I laughed now, “Are there any pure women anymore?”

“On my oath sire, I’ve tried to ensure there are no virgins in this country. That’s why we are importing new virgins from other countries to meet you.” Charles teased before becoming serious. “I have a great feeling about this week, sire. I honestly think you’ll meet a fetching young bride from some exotic country that needs an alliance with us and you’ll find some measure of joy in your marriage.”

“An alliance?” I looked down in disappointment and patted my mare on the neck reassuringly. “I’m afraid that’s all my marriage will be about.”

“I’m telling you sire,” Charles said as he bent low to fill his water skin, “I believe you will find someone who will give you a cordial marriage.”

“Cordial? I guess love is too much to hope for.” I hopped back on my horse.

Charles mounted his horse too and we began a slow trot through the woods. “That’s what the mistress is for.” I knew he was jesting, but the seriousness of the whole situation fell on me again as we rode.

Why was I forbidden to marry for love? Why was I born to be king? “Let’s speak of other things. Our ride was supposed to distract me.”

Charles was always quick to raise my spirits. “The delegation from the Arabian Peninsula is bringing you a dozen stallions when they arrive. It’s said their horses are the best.”

At my happy expression he continued. “As soon as they arrive, I’ll let you know. Maybe you can find a few free moments to go see them.”

That sounded great. “Thank you. Not just for letting me know when the horses arrive. Thank you for today. I needed this.” Charles gave me a respectful nod as his answer. I inhaled the forest air, trying to etch the memory of it into my mind to carry me through this busy week.

“Care to race, Your Highness?” Charles challenged. I didn’t answer but tapped my horse’s side to gallop full speed. I heard Charle’s call of “Not fair.” As I took the lead. He caught up quickly and we raced for a long while.

Realizing I was only hastening my journey back to the castle and my royal obligations, I slowed us down again and we rode in silence for a few short minutes before we heard the ping of metal hitting metal.

“Let the guards go first” Charles suggested.

Metal on metal usually meant swords, so I agreed. I motioned to the guards, and they rode ahead of us for a minute. As we neared the top of a hill, one of the guards motioned that it was safe. I looked ahead and saw a carriage with a wheel off on the King’s Road. “Let’s go help.” I said to the guards.

Peter, a thin young guard with messy hair and a patchy beard answered. “Your Highness, I can take care of this.” He motioned to the younger guard next to him. “William can protect you on the way to the castle if you’d like.”

In that carriage was surely one of my potential brides coming to the castle to meet with me. Yes, I wanted to escape, but maybe I could sneak a peek. If she was fetching, it could go a long way to easing my fears. If she was unattractive, at least I’d be prepared for my meeting with her. I trotted closer to the guard and took in the whole scene in front of me.

Not only had the wheel fallen off; it was stuck under the now emptied carriage. The ladies in waiting and an elderly man I assumed was the driver were seated on a blanket off to the side while what seemed to be the lady of the carriage tried to lift the vehicle.

She’d managed to get a small log on a rock and was trying to pry the carriage up using her body weight. It wasn’t working, but from where I was standing, I got a full view of a truly amazing bottom swaying with her efforts. I was so amused, I pondered not offering her help just to see how she’d do.

Just as I was about to speak, she defiantly stuck her chin out and looked around my guards locking her eyes on me. “Must I ask for assistance or will it be offered?” She spit the words out like weapons.

She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, despite the dirt all over her and hair falling out of it’s restrains and trailing down her neck. Her dress was beautiful despite the oil and dirt covering it. It was wrecked though.

She dabbed at some sweat on her forehead with a ragged piece of cloth and ended up smearing dirt on her face.

Charles leaned forward a bit, “It will do you well to watch your tone in front of...”

I interrupted, “The Lord of Sussex.” I had stolen Charles’s title, and he gaped after me in confusion. I shot him a look that convinced him to keep quiet.

She seemed more contrite now. “My apologies, My Lord.” She curtsied a bit.

I smiled down at her. “Think nothing of it.” I looked at Charles now. “Mister Brandon, Shall we assist this damsel in distress?”

Charles smiled. “Yes your Lordship.” We dismounted and handed the reigns of our horses to the elderly driver.

We made short work of lifting and replacing the wheel. After a quick survey of the road, the guards found a missing bolt. With that in place, the carriage would be fine.

“Why have I not seen you in court?” I asked as I held the carriage still While Charles and the guards.

She exhaled haughtily “I’m afraid I’m not very welcome at court, nor do I care to go to court.”

I lifted my brow “And why is that my lady?” I tried to suppress a laugh. She was so direct, so plain-spoken, unlike most of the women at court. Court could probably do well to have some women with backbones like her. It would at least make court more interesting.

“I have an unfortunate habit of telling the truth.” I laughed hnow. Seeing that I was genuinely amused, Charles relaxed and laughed too.

“Well now, telling the truth is a virtue, even at court.” I smiled as Charles chuckled under his breath.

“My Lord, I’ve seen many things in court, but virtue isn’t one of them.”

I leveled her with my gaze. “Are you saying The King lacks virtue?”

I caught a brief glimpse of annoyance in her voice. “I said nothing of the kind!”

“Are you saying the courtiers are without virtue?” I asked.

She blanched when she realized that as a Lord, I could be a regular at the palace. “My apologies My Lord. No. I simply meant that matters of piety are not a priority to all who attend the court.”

I glanced over at Charles who was laughing under his breath at her stubbornness.” This is a fun game and one I didn’t want to end just yet.

“Well, gentle lady, would 2 non-virtuous gentlemen of The King’s Court offer their assistance to a lady in distress?” I asked as I gestured to her now repaired carriage.

“I tell you truly, sirs, that many in His Magesty’s Court would not assist, but to serve their own purposes.”

I walked a step closer to her in a show of power, but instead of looking away, she stared me straight in the eye defiantly. “And what, pray tell, do I have to gain from helping you today?”

“My Lord, I didn’t mean any offence to you or your friend.” She nodded to our party. “You have indeed done me a great favor today.”

Was she finally breaking? “And what have I asked in return?”

She smiled now. She was breathtaking when she smiled.

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nekoabiwrites · 4 years

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Love on the Fly Floor

My lecturer once told my uni class about this story of an actor who was crushing heavily on one of the flymen, and then they had said flyman be shirtless on the actor’s birthday when he was flown out - just to fuck with him. I loved it so much that I wrote it down and now I finally got around to writing it

(PS: the Fly Floor is where the flying is done for a show. And flying is raising and lowering pieces of set, which is done by flymen.)

AU: Theatre Pairing: Pining Prinxiety Words: 1411 Warnings: Nothing.

Summary: Roman is crushing bad on one of the flymen on his show. When his birthday rolls around, the cast and crew decide to help things along.

“Oh my goodness, Patton. You should have seen him the other day…” Roman sighed dreamily as he stretched his arms towards the ceiling. He was thankful that their current venue had provided the two of them a dressing room with enough space where he could warm up alongside his friend, rather than his usual routine of having to find another space somewhere in the building.

Patton giggled softly, trying his best not to move too much as he continued applying his stage makeup, “I dunno, Roman. Seems like you want to keep a sight like that to yourself.”

“Shut up!” Roman snapped to standing straight up, “Such stunning beauty should not be confined to just one person’s sight. It should be shared with the world!” He spun around, as if gesturing to said world. “Either way, he is far too gorgeous to be hidden so far up. He has just the most perfect face for the stage, and a strong physique too. Oh, he is so perfect…” Roman daydreamed happily as he took up a seat beside Patton, sighing as he did so.

“Alright, Birthday Boy. Maybe you can ask him for a present today?” Patton suggested, grinning widely when Roman’s face turned a lovely shade of red.

“I could never use that as an excuse! Besides,” Roman waved a hand in dismissal, “I’m sure someone like him either is uninterested in me, has a partner or is… straight.” Roman almost shuddered at the thought of someone he felt so strongly about being entirely incompatible with himself.

“How will you know until you ask, Ro?”

“…I won’t. But that is far too personal, Patton. It is highly unprofessional to pry into the affairs of a co-worker.” Roman ended the conversation there. Patton picked up on it quick and changed the subject, but the topic still lingered in the back of his mind.

“All company to the stage please. That’s all company to stage. Thank you.” The voice of the stage manager rang through the speaker high on the wall and the pair finished up their current tasks before taking the short walk to the stage. They managed to converge upon the stage at the same time as many of their fellow actors, all of which wished Roman a happy birthday when they approached him.

Roman thanked them but didn’t allow them to linger on the topic for long before starting up a new conversation. As much as he loved being the centre of attention, Roman didn’t want to seem too self-centred around his fellow cast members. He did have to travel with them for a few more months and his job would get far more difficult if they all started to despise him. His thoughts almost started to spiral into the darker side of things when the stage manager entered and caught everyone’s attention.

“Thank you all for arriving so promptly. We have some important things to get through before the stage can be reset. The most important things we’ll need to run are all scenes that involve flying people up and into the grid, so we can ensure the safety of all involved as a new flyman is joining the crew for the remaining shows. The crew are all set and ready to go, so if we could get prepared for that.”

The cast went to disperse, but a shout from the dance captain stopped them all. “Before we do that, there is one important thing we need to do!” He scurried off into the wings, followed by two ensemble dancers. They returned quickly with a card and a small cake. As if on cue, all the cast turned to Roman and began to sing happy birthday for him. It was short and sweet and Roman truly did appreciate the sentiment. He thanked them all graciously, offering hugs to all the cast around him.

“I’ll take them back to the dressing room, okay?” Patton said, taking the card and cake from Roman’s hands.

“Thank you, Patton. That is so kind of you.”

“It’s nothing! You have things to do anyway!” With that, the other man was off into the wings whilst Roman got into position.

He was handed his harness, which he was helped into before being hooked up to the thin yet strong wires that would allow Roman to be lifted. After the checks were done, the stage manager called out to him, “Alright Roman, are you ready?” He nodded in response, “Okay. You can take him up.”

Roman steadied himself as he felt his weight leave the ground. He was used to this by now, as he had been doing it almost four times a day for a while. They went through the scene, getting him moving from position to position, all under the watchful eye of everyone in the area. The scene was almost over, Roman delivered his last line and was flown high up into the grid, out of view of the audience. Underneath him, Roman knew that if he looked down, he would see the crew that were working fast to bring in the next set and another fly bar far ahead of him came in to mask his inevitable descent. It was almost over; he was so close. But Roman was never one who was good with avoiding temptation. He looked over to the fly floor and his mouth promptly fell open.

The man he’d been gushing about to Patton. The gorgeous flyman. The fantastically strong, mouth-wateringly pretty flyman. Was leaning against the railing. Staring directly at him. A smirk gracing his beautiful mouth. Utterly, wonderfully shirtless.

Roman’s mouth ran dry and his face quickly blushed as he took in the silent strength of the muscles that he could make out. The crossed arms that were resting on the bar were defined subtly, as were the rest of the chest and torso. The man’s skin was as pale as Roman had thought and it offered such a blank canvas that was just begging to be decorated. And then that infuriating yet intoxicating smirk and look that the man was giving him; he had to know that Roman was into him, there was no other explanation for that look.

The man played with his hair as he stood back up, pushing it into its usual position of almost covering his eyes before making a gesture that could only mean one thing: “call me”.

Roman didn’t know when his feet had reached back onto the ground. Nor when he’d been crowded by people. He was dazed, almost as if the sight had completely dazzled him and left him brainless. It was only when people started laughing that Roman managed to snap out of it. He noticed that they were all looking at him and that all the set was still in its original position. Roman’s brain pieced everything together in an instant, “You… you all set this up!” The laughter got louder at his realisation. Roman pouted and crossed his arms, “You’re all disgusting creatures! How could you?! Taking advantage of my situation like that! I am delicate! What if you had destroyed me?!”

A soft chuckle broke through the loud laughter and an arm wrapped around Roman’s waist, the free hand of the person behind him unhooking the wires, “What are you gonna do about it, Princey?”

Roman stood straighter, his mouth suddenly dry once more as he looked down at the black-painted nails and the bare arm. “I’m going to… to… um…”

“You are going to call me.” Roman had to fight not to shudder at the breath that fanned over his neck as the flyman whispered so close to his ear, the tone deep, rich and oh so sinful. A piece of paper was slipped effortlessly into Roman’s hand, “And, when the show is over, you’re going to dinner with me.”

“I… we, what?”

“Dinner. You know, eating, drinking, talking. All that stuff. We’re doing that after the show tonight. My treat, birthday boy.” With that, the flyman left. He sauntered off in the direction of the backstage corridor before someone called out to him.

Roman was still a little shocked from the interaction. He’d not actually considered that he’d be interested in him, let alone would be taking him out on a date… He looked down at the paper in his hand, the scribbled name above the number just about legible, “Virgil…” the name fell from Roman’s lips like a prayer.

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alex-ruins-everything · 3 years

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Being Human - Chapter 3

My monster roommate AU. Read the whole thing on ao3 here!

CW for cursing, Virgil talking about being dead a lot, and a shirtless guy (but it’s not described in any detail)

Virgil was confused as all hell. Humans weren’t supposed to be able to see him, yet his harmless night of enjoying some good old Tim Burton was rudely interrupted by...Roman. Roman who was so goddamn loud and sang through the halls of the house. Roman who liked to entertain Patton with made up stories about fairytale nonsense. Roman who’s closet contained way too much red for any normal man (not that Virge had snooped at all). Roman who could see him.

He had escaped back to the attic the second the human had dropped his takeout, hiding away in the familiar space. The only part of the house that was still his despite the home being owned by Patton and Logan now. He was seated on the bed that was nestled into one of the nooks, knees to his chest. Technically sitting was still floating for a ghost, but it gave Virgil a sense of normalcy. He looked up when he heard Logan unlock the attic door and walk up the steps with his unmistakable light footsteps.

“Tell me what happened,” the vampire said, also taking a seat on the bed, though it actually dipped under his tangibility.

Virgil went into the relay of what happened. How he was minding his own business and then their new dumb roommate scared the shit out of him.

“He isn’t supposed to be able to see me,” he said with a frown. “Why can he see me?”

“I’m not sure,” Logan admitted, looking a little annoyed that he didn’t have an answer for once.

“So you’re gonna kick him out now, right? I mean, he’s obviously some ghost-seeing weirdo who sings way too many showtunes in the shower. He’s gonna go. Right?”

“I’m afraid Patton quite likes him…” Logan huffed, running a hand through his perfectly neat hair.

Virgil frowned at that. “So what? I just stay in the attic forever now?”

“Hardly. You’re a roommate now, you have free reign of the house. You just have to...appear alive.”

“Oh yeah! Lemme just slap a pulse on and go frolicking in fields of daisies!” Virge rolled his eyes. “He’s gonna think it’s weird that I can’t leave the house. That I don’t have a job.”

“I’m aware,” Logan said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

They both turned their heads when Patton’s footsteps started to come up the attic steps.

“Ro went to bed,” Patton said softly. “He’s okay.”

“Oh good, so glad the human is okay,” Virgil crossed his arms, pulling his knees to his chest again.

“Do we know why he can see you?” Pat asked, frowning at the shake of Logan’s head. “Oh...well...that’s okay! Virgil, you can make a friend.”

“I don’t want a friend.”

“Patton, darling, is there a reason you’re so fond of having Roman around?” Logan asked.

Patton shrugged. “My instincts tell me he’s good to keep around. Someone we want on our side…”

“But he’s just a human,” Logan said.

“So were you once. So was I. So was Virgil. Just because Roman is human doesn’t mean he’s any lesser.”

That conversation in the attic had been a week ago. Virgil was still getting used to acting human. He had to make it look like his feet were touching the floor. He couldn’t float through walls or ceilings. He had to deal with Roman. Roman who was at an audition so Virgil had free reign of the house. He floated down the attic stairs, trying to get himself into the habit of doing such when he paused at the music he heard. Something about making a man out of you? He wasn’t alone, and he was pretty sure neither Patton nor Logan listened to that sort of music so loudly.

He put his feet on the floor, walking into the living room where Roman was. Shirtless. Lifting weights. If Virgil had the facilities for it, he would have blushed from a shirtless guy alone. Luckily the lack of blood and a heartbeat prevented that.

“Sorry, is the music too loud?” Roman asked, setting the dumbbell down.

“Yes,” Virgil answered immediately. “Don’t they have places specifically for exercising nowadays? Go there.”

“You mean a gym? I didn’t wanna make the trip just for this,” he shrugged, grabbing his phone and turning the music down a bit. “Better?”

“Hardly,” Virgil shoved his arms into his hoodie pockets. “Patton told me you had some sort of show thing today.”

“I did have an audition...until I got cancelled on,” Roman sighed, grabbing a bottle of water and sipping on it.

“Why?”

“They got Hugh Jackman to do the part.”

“Who?”

Roman laughed before realizing Virgil was serious. “Wait- you really don’t know who Hugh Jackman is? I mean, I know Wolverine isn’t for everyone but it’s impossible not to have even heard the name.”

Virgil just shrugged in response.

“Okay,” Roman said. “You wait here. I’m going to go shower and then we are watching The Greatest Showman. Zac Efron and Hugh Jackman...can’t go wrong.”

Virgil watched as Roman stood up, grabbing his shirt and disappearing up the stairs. What the fuck had he gotten himself into just by trying to get one day of peace and quiet? He settled onto the couch, pulling his hood up and waiting as Roman got cleaned up. A few loudly sung showtunes later the human was back down with damp hair and a new outfit. Virgil didn’t think it was legal for somebody to look quite so nice in sweatpants and a t-shirt that seemed to be too short. Apparently he was dead but still gay, good to know that hadn’t died with him. Though it wasn’t a comfort to know that he could develop a crush on an annoying breather and have to sit there unable to do anything about it.

“Alright!” Roman announced, grabbing the TV remote and pulling up a streaming app. He scrolled through titles “Now settle in and get ready for the Greatest Show.”

“I thought it was called the Greatest Showman?” Virgil asked, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“Yes- it’s- just watch,” Roman rolled his eyes, sitting crossed legged on the other side of the couch as he hit play.

Virgil hadn’t strayed from the few movies that he liked in a good decade or so. There was even a collection of VHS tapes on a shelf next to the TV for him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this new one, but he did get to know who Hugh Jackman was now. Roman explained he was also a superhero named Wolverine and apparently was shirtless in a lot more scenes in those movies. Roman also went off about unrealistic body standards being portrayed in superhero movies. Virgil didn’t understand any of that considering his favorite movie was claymation starring a literal skeleton. Society was weird now. When the movie ended, Virgil had to admit he found the songs catchy.

“So it was about the circus?” he asked.

Roman nodded. “The creation of the circus!”

“I’ve never been to the circus…” Virgil said. It hadn't been a thing when he died.

“When we were kids - like real little kids - my brother and I always joked about running away to join the circus,” Roman laughed before frowning. “We never did, obviously.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah.”

Virgil frowned slightly as he sensed he struck a nerve. He didn’t bring it up again as Roman’s grin returned.

“I’m gonna go out tonight I think...but we should do movie day more often,” he suggested. “You aren’t completely the worst, Emo Nightmare...and this place is kinda lonely.”

Virgil smiled a touch at the compliment, eyes widening as Roman reached over and lightly nudged his shoulder. Then he realized that Roman nudged his shoulder. Roman had touched him. If he still had air in his lungs it would have all been sucked out by pure shock alone.

“Okaycoolexcuseme,” he said all in one string of what would be a breath, getting up and speed walking to the attic door before just floating through the ceiling.

Roman had been able to touch him. What the fuck?

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theroyalrowanemie · 4 years

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Sleep My Sweet Prince (Spoilers)

Fandom: Sander Sides

Rating: K+

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Fluff

Word Count:1785

Pairing: Creativisleep (Roman/Remy)

Roman Sat On The Floor Of His Bedroom Knees To His Chest Face Hidden As He Sobbed Quietly. He'd been there for hours. He knew that at this point he was just being dramatic, but dammit. It still hurt. If Jay had said literally anything else he would have been able to take it. Even if he had said Roman was foolish or unnecessary it would have been fine. He already knew these things, Logan made sure he knew it after all. Though with Logan it wasn't genuine and he knew that... and even if it was he couldn't say that he was wrong. He was stupid, he typically prided himself on it actually, most Prince's weren't known for their high intellect. Heroes use to be brave, heroic and charming without being overly bright. If they needed something done that required more then an average IQ then the lovable nerdy sidekick would do it. It wasn't until recently that his brand of heroics became out dated and... And Toxic... He'd only needed to be good looking and strong before, he stuck by a strong moral code...

A Moral Code He Doesn't Understand Anymore...

If Patton...

No.

If Thomas.... No longer Needed Him Or His Brand Of Heroics Anymore...

What Was The Point.

Thomas did have Remus after all and if Janus fit into Thomas' new found sense of morality.\

Who's to say his Brother wouldn't also...

After all Jay had said he couldn't tell them apart....well...those weren't his exact words but that's what he said.

If He and Remus were truly so similar then surely Remus could handle things on his own. He didn't really need to hang around, he contributed the least out of everyone else and he had a ready to go replacement. What was the point of him staying around?

He clearly wasn't wanted...

He continued to sob letting his thoughts run wild each one doing more damage to his fragile self worth. He continued to sob quietly for several more minutes feeling more and more alone as each minute passed.

After awhile there was a soft knock on his door "Go away'' Roman called out ''you're not wanted'' he said voice sounding muffled

The person behind the door scoffed in fake offense ''Well babe I know that can't be true because I'm always wanted'' The door creaked open slowly and as the light streamed in to reveal the hyper insomniac Remy Sanders. Roman glared at the caffeine fiend "I Am Not A Liar Remington!" he spat angrily still fuming in no mood for jokes ''Well someone's in a mood'' Remy said in a slightly softer tone taking a sip of his drink.

'' Rough day?'' Remy asked plopping down next Roman ''buzz off sleep demon'' Roman insulted weakly Remy lowered his sunglasses and quirked his eyebrow at Roman "oh really, you wanna do nicknames right now'' Roman hugged his knees a little closer ''sorry..''. Roman felt something heavy get placed on his shoulders ''Nah Princy you're fine'' Remy yawned wrapping his jacket around Roman before kicking back against Roman's bed '' just don't call me Remington again'' he picked up his drink and offered it to Roman ''want some''. Roma ignored him ''You know I'm not a coffee person Rem'' Remy cracks a smile "who said it was coffee" Roman looked at Remy with genuine surprise and curiosity. Remy laughed to him self smirking and taking another sip "Your loss, ma petite frère".

Roman loosened his grip on his knees continuing to sulk "What are you even doing here..." Remy signed " well it's not like I want to be here or anything" he twirls his cup sarcastically "and besides there's this prince who's keeping me up" he nudged Roman gently."I'm sorry..." Roman said quietly "don't" Remy looks at Roman '' don't do that Princy'' Roman laughs and lets his head fall back and rest against the bed ''I'm not much of a prince anymore" he smiled as silent tears fell down his face these not from anger or frustration at the days prior events but do to real pain and hurt. "Maybe..." Remy sighed ''or maybe, just maybe you're just tired'' Roman laughed ''you can't take credit for everything Rem'' Remy scoffed ''or maybe, I can'' he gently wraps his arm around Roman making him rest his head on his shoulder Roman yawns ''don't Remy...''.

He Took slight offense to that scoffing as he shoved Roman back off of him ''I wouldn't dare do such a thing Princy, not even in your dreams'' Roman readjust himself removing Remy's jacket from his shoulders. ''I'm sorry'' he says trying to give it back to Remy ''Uh-uh'' Remy holds his hands up setting his drink down properly. ''Remy..'' Roman whined ''no!'' Remy fussed ''Remy I'm burning up'' he looked at him with a pouty face. Remy cupped Roman's face and placed a hand on his forehead ''Yeah but you're cooling down fast and you'll start to shiver, so put on the damn jacket'' Roman wiped his face and crossed his arms shaking Remy off before shaking away "Roman..'' Remy softened his voice. ''It's okay, you're okay Roman'' Remy grips Roman's shoulder making the distraught prince look at him. ''Listen to me Princy'' he places his hand on his chest applying the slightest amount of pressure to calm him down '' you have one of the kindest and bravest hearts of any person I know, please for the love all the shirtless hot male strippers out there, let me passive aggressively take care of you". A chill ran down Roman's back, Remy was right, his body temperature was already beginning to drop and he was getting cold. He tried to stop himself from reacting to the chill and not shiver but unfortunately failed...

Remy smacked his shoulder "I told you bitch, now put on the fucking jacket and let me run my hands through your beautiful hair while you do that feelings thing and tell me your problems" Roman laughed giving in and putting on Remy's jacket. It was actually really comfortable and calming then he had thought it would be. "Feelings things?" he quirked an eyebrow at Remy "that was such a Logan thing to say" he mentions as he carefully slumps himself sideways and lays down in Remy's lap. Remy takes off his sunglasses and glares at Roman playfully '' How very rude of you to imply I am anything like that nerd'' Roman yawned ''I dunno you guys are kinda similar'' Remy tugs his hair a little harshly in response. ''What are you doing here Remy'' Roman asked sounding pitiful, Remy returned to soothingly stroking Roman's hair gently '' I came to check on you'' ''I came to check on you...'' he sighed ''I was worried'' . ''You shouldn't of been'' Roman continued to sulk, Remy rolled his eyes ''oh get over yourself Roman'' Remy chose his words poorly, Roman turned away from him and onto his side in Remy's lap ''sorry...''. Remy sighed in slight frustration at his Royal fuck up ''No Roman that's not what I meant, I mean'' he pauses for a moment thinking hard about his words. ''Don't think you're the only one who, don't think...Dammit'' he ran hand through his hair '' let people care about you Princy you're not Logan and he shouldn't stop people either'' he finally pushes out. ''And I, I care a lot, so I'm going to worry weather you want me to or not, I'm a stubborn sleep deprived coffee gay, you will not be able to out argue me on the ways you're amazing and worthy'' he let out a long breathe after spitting out his mismesh of words that he really wasn't proud of. Roman continued to sulk refusing to rollover and look at him '' Roman...'' he nudged him gently ''talk to me...please'' no response. Remy's heart sunk and he went to remove his hand from Roman's hair disappointingly feeling like he'd failed. ''Don't stop...'' Came a mumbled whisper ''what!?'' Remy asked surprised ''you can mess with my hair...I like it...'' Remy laughed at Roman's resistant response ''Okay'' he smiled returning his hand to Roman's hair. They sat like that for several minutes in silence Roman staying closed off and Remy just patiently waiting for if and when he'd be okay.

After awhile the quiet broke ''You think I'm amazing'' Roman sniffled ''hell yeah I do'' Remy smiled ''I think you're wonderful Princy'' Roman readjusted slightly still keeping his back to Remy. ''Why'' he asked needing validation, Remy was happy to oblige ''Well'' he began ''you're charming and kind, I really did mean what I said about you having a good heart. You're just filled with so much love and hope, It's really awe-inspiring and you come up with the most beautiful dreams for my nights with Thomas'' his voice was low and soft. ''Oh..'' Roman doesn't know how to respond "but honestly that's not enough, you try so hard to make everyone happy, even more then Patton does, a lot more actually. You care so much about other people and what they think, I've seen you literally hang the stars for people'' Remy went on ''Logan wanted them..'' Roman mumbled again slowly loosening up. '' And you spent many dreamless nights collecting them and then setting them up for him...'' he trailed off. Roman finally rolled over and looked up at Remy ''How do you know that?'' Remy's cheeks tinted pink ''well-I...You weren't there to help me with dreams...and Remus..did it...instead'' the coffee fanatic was having a hard time getting his words out, something that was Very unusual.

''Anyways..are you feeling better'' he tries to hides blush summoning his sleep mask and lazily flopping it on his face ''I'm tired and out of coffee'' . '' Hey Remy'' Roman readjusted so his weight was entirely on Remy's legs. ''Hmm?'' He responded taking off the sleep mask ''thank you'' he yawned snuggling up to Remy still wearing his jacket. Remy was silent for a moment heat rising in his face ''Yeah- anytime Roman..'' he stays rigid at attention coming from Roman not really sure how to process it.

''Rem'' Roman Whispers again into Remy's neck, ''Yeah Ro'' he responds. Roman lifts his head for a minute and kisses Remy's cheek before laying his head back down on again ''Can you stay and help me sleep tonight please''.

Like he'd even have to ask..

Remy smiled to quietly resting his head on Roman's head ''Of Course Princy, You Can Sleep Peacefully Tonight, I Got You'' Remy curled his fingers around Roman's hand and brings it up to his lips and kisses it peacefully putting the prince to sleep.

''Goodnight''

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thatsdemko · 4 years

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Hahahahah I sent the roman ask and write itttttttt pleaseeeee

I’m writing it on here because I didn’t want to start a whole new draft

For context

He promised he would be at the library to study with you, but you saw his location hadn’t changed from being at the gym for almost an hour now, that’s how long you also had been waiting for him, so you decided to pack up your things and make the walk to see your gym rat—and not to mention rink rat—boyfriend was taking so long. He knew you hated people who couldn’t stick to a planned out schedule, and today you specifically planned one involving him being with you.

You pushed open the gym doors taking in the awful scent of body odor, it reminded you of an arcade room with sweaty people on the dance machine that was always taken up by older adults. You handed the guy your ID, he noticed you were not one who was a “local” to the gym considering you were dressed nicely and looked pretty intimidated by the big building and equipment all around you.

“Locker rooms are over there,” he scoffed pointing to his right, just as you went to look over you saw Roman lifting and decided to make your way over to him.

He looked over from what he was doing seeing you coming over, he checked his watch seeing he was over an hour late now, “we had plans—“

“I’m so sorry like really really sorry, look I’m almost done just a few more sets and then my time is yours. Besides, I’m glad you’re here now.” He smirked going back to what he was doing, you looked around seeing all the sweaty shirtless guys, you looked away going back to your boyfriend watching him and his muscles feeling yourself nearly just melt right there.

“Roman,” you whispered faintly licking your lips watching him, he knew what he was doing seeing you get fidgety, he knew what he was going to get after this he knew you were practically wet for him now.

“The faster you go, we can shower together.” You bit your lip seeing him pick up his speed setting the weights down, you smiled looking at his muscles practically glistening, “what? You like what you see?”

“Shut up,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his lips, he laughed pulling away, “see? My motivation I finished—“

“I want to get home, please.” You begged running your hands down his arms, he chuckled grabbing his gym bag walking out with you saying goodbye to the guys at the front desk.

“Antsy are we?”

“Don’t say a word.” You pushed him into the backseat of his car throwing your bags into his trunk getting ontop of him now.

“I love these kinds of workouts more than anything.”

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ralex-writes · 5 years

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Weightlifting//Prinxiety

High School AU

Roman was walking home from school one day when his best friend, Virgil, ran up to him. “So, have you thought about my offer yet?” Roman laughed. “Virgil, I don’t need you to spot me while I lift-”

Virgil pouted. “But what if you try to lift something too heavy-! You could hurt yourself, Roman!” Roman smiled at him. “You care so much, Vee.” Virgil smiled back. “It’s because you’re my best friend, dimwit.”

Roman sighed. “Fine, I’ll let you spot me while I lift weights, okay?” Virgil smiled wide. “Cool! How much can you lift?”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Why do you care suddenly? You didn’t care two years ago when I started.” Virgil tried to hide his slight blush. “Oh- No reason..”

Roman laughed. “Well- I bench 275 max, then.”

Virgil bit his lip. God- Imagine Roman frickin’ Sanders, shirtless, sweaty, lifting a heavy bar above his head, the muscles in his arms tensing and relaxing as he-

He cleared his head and he smiled. “That’s a lot, man.” Roman laughed a bit. “Maybe for you, noodle arms”

The next time Roman was lifting, Virgil was beside him, spotting him. He had done cardio as a quick warm up before Virgil met up with him, so as soon as Virgil saw him 2/3 of his fantasy were already complete: shirtless, sweaty Roman.

Virgil bit his lip and stared at him from across the room for a moment before he walked over to him.

“Um- h-hey..”

“Virgil! ‘Sup, buddy? Here to spot me?” Virgil nodded, and he stared at Roman’s chest. Roman, being an oblivious, innocent puppy, had no idea Virgil thought he looked like a four course meal right then.

He laid on the bench, having previously set the weight, and Virgil went to his side. Roman started to lift.

Virgil bit his lip hard. He’s so hot, holy fuck-

Roman was barely paying attention to Virgil. He didn’t plan on going over his max today, or trying to lift even a pound more than usual. It made no difference to Virgil; here it was, his perfect fantasy of Roman. Shirtless, sweaty, lifting a heavy bar, the muscles in his arms visibly tensing and relaxing as he worked.

Virgil hummed quietly, and he stared at Roman’s arms, then his eyes trailed down his chest, to his abs-

Roman eventually did finish, only doing 4 reps today. He usually did a few more on any other day, but he was a little tired today, and felt like giving himself a break. He could always come back in a day or two and do more.

“S’that it, Ro?”

Roman smiled, and he nodded. “Yeah- That’s really the only thing I would need spotting for... I mean- I could try to do more. I’m not even at 275 yet, which is my max-”

“Yeah you should do more I think it would be good for you y’know you gotta build up muscle strength and stuff-”

Roman laughed. “Alright- put, uh- 5 more on each side, Vee.”

Virgil added the weights, and he hummed. “Okay-”

Roman started 4 more reps. He hummed.

Virgil eyed him up again. How can he be so fuckin’ hot right now-? He bit his lip as he watched Roman lift, admiring his cut abs and strong arms.

After 4 reps, Roman set the bar down, panting slightly. “Okay- I think I’m done for today, Vee.” Virgil shook his head. “What?”

“Oh- I said I think I’m done.” He smiled. “Oh- Uh.. Okay...”

Roman hummed. He went to put his shirt on. “You don’t have to put that back on-! I-I mean, y’know, it’s hot out and we gotta walk home and stuff and you’re already hot and sweaty so, like, what’s the point if it’ll just make you less- I mean more hot.” Virgil laughed awkwardly. “Oh! Okay.. I guess.”

Roman kept the shirt off, and he drank from his water bottle. Virgil just wanted to touch his chest right then. He hummed, and he bit his lip. Roman glanced at him. “You okay there, Virgil?”

Virgil snapped into attention. “I- Uh- What?” Roman laughed and walked over to him. “I asked if you were okay.” Virgil stared at his chest, making it very obvious. Roman smirked. “You like what you see, huh?” Virgil simply nodded.

Roman glanced around for a moment. Nobody else here right now-

So he gently pinned Virgil to the wall nearby and he kissed him. Virgil kissed back immediately, and he hummed as Roman kissed him. Roman pulled away slowly. “Did you ask to spot me just to see me shirtless?”

“Among some... other details, yes, that was the reason- You caught me.”

Roman smiled. “You could just... Watch, y’know. I don’t mind. You could help add weights for me, too.” Virgil bit his lip, and he smiled. “Okay...”

Roman smirked at him, and he bit his lip.

“Hopefully next time you see me shirtless, it won’t be because I’m working out.” Roman winked at Virgil, and started his walk home, Virgil a blushing mess now.

“ROMAN-!!”

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman x virgil #virgil x roman #ts sides #creativity #anxiety x princey #anxiety #prinxiety #prinxiety fanfiction

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shadowofadalekmightdeactivate · 5 years

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Lay Me Down to Sleep (Stranded AU)

(Ships: hint at Logicality, hint at Dukeceit) AU made by @fangirltothefullest! I started thinking of just a fireside scene with Logan and Patton, and the idea started building and absolutely refused to leave me alone. So I wrote it out! SUMMARY: The first night on the island, Thomas is woken up to whispering. It seems Logan is more afraid then he lets on. (Written in first person)

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep when soft whispers woke me up. The fire was still going, so it wasn’t like the wind was playing tricks on me while playing with the wood…So what was it? I looked around. Roman was sitting with his head on his knees by the fire, still holding the stick he’d used for a poker in his hand. The light from the fire changed his hair colour from brown to raging red. From what I can tell, he’s fast asleep. Poor guy must’ve crashed while watching over us.

Deceit and Remus weren’t that far away from him. They were sleeping too—Deceit’s hand resting over Remus’, the duke’s head on his shoulder. They were apparently close enough that the cold night air didn’t bother Remus, what with him still being shirtless.

“Logan?” I snapped to attention. Logan; sitting not far from me; did as well, looking up as Patton walked over to him and joined him by the fire. “Greetings, Patton,” Logan greeted my morality. “Can you not sleep?” “I don’t think I can,” Patton said. “Being the heart, and all. You know how it works—if the heart sleeps…” “The human doesn’t wake up,” Logan finished. “But you are no longer part of Thomas. You should try to sleep, it’s crucial for your body.” “I’ll be okay,” Patton said with a shrug. “My question is: why are you awake?” Logan looked away. Patton put his hand on his shoulder and dropped his voice to a whisper. I quietly moved a bit closer so I could hear them and caught the tail end of what Logan was saying. “…water.” “You’re still worried about looking for water, huh,” Patton said, a smile in his voice. “I’m worried about all of us, Patton.” Logan ran his fingers through his hair, a worried edge to his voice. “If we don’t drink water, we will die.” “I’m sure a ship will come by—” “When?” Patton didn’t answer. I couldn’t blame him. Logan had a point, after all: if a ship came by, would it be soon enough? Logan was talking again. “I’m not watching you or Thomas die of dehydration because we’re on the wrong side of the world.” “Lolo…” Patton paused as if to think. “We won’t die of dehydration.” “Not if I have a say in it, no,” Logan agreed. Patton stifled a laugh. “Even if you don’t, Lo. We’re surrounded by water, we’ll be fine!” “Water that we cannot drink.” Logan seemed to take off his glasses. Patton put one hand on his hip. “Says who?” He challenged. “Says Remus,” Logan answered matter-of-factly. “If he won’t drink it, I will not allow you to.” Remus sleepily groaned at the mention of his name. Patton and Logan fell silent for a spell until they were sure he was still asleep. “Look at them…” Patton cooed, his voice soft. “We just got here, and they’ve already buddied up.” “Everyone here has.” Logan pointed to Roman. “Roman and Virgil, for example. Thomas and I. Everyone has a buddy except…” Except Patton. The name hung in the air uncomfortably. “I’m scared, Lo,” Patton spoke in a small voice I had to strain my ears to hear. “What if we never go home? What if we decide we don’t want to?” “Preposterous.” The light from the fire reflected off Logan’s eyes as he turned to Patton. “Everyone wants to go home. Virgil does, Roman does, even Deceit and Remus do.” “Do you?” Patton wanted to know. Logan hesitated. “I want to make sure everyone is safe.” Patton sighed. His head landed on Logan’s shoulder. There was maybe a second’s pause before Logan shifted his weight to his other hand and started rubbing Patton’s back. They sat like that for a while, logic and morality taking comfort in each other’s presence. I think I was starting to drift off when Patton suddenly lifted his head. “I’m going to get Roman to bed,” he said quietly. “You should sleep too, Lolo. We can talk more in the morning.” Logan nodded. Patton smiled and patted his shoulder, standing up and walking over to gently nudge Roman awake. Logan didn’t move from his spot beside the fire. I debated over going over to talk to him, but…No. Patton’s given him enough to think about. Might as well go back to sleep. I turned around to scootch back to my sleeping spot and saw a vague shape of purple. It seems Virgil decided to snuggle up to me while Roman was on fire duty. I smile softly and made my way back over to him. He opened his eyes blearily. “Thomas…?” “It’s just me, bud. Go back to sleep,” I told him. He nodded and pulled me tightly against him, closing his eyes again. I wanted to keep watching Logan all night, but Virgil’s rhythmic breathing lulled me back to sleep.

Tomorrow is another day, I guess.

#Redhead Writes #Sanders Sides #sympathetic deceit #ts Remus #Sorry if it gest repetitive at points #train-of-thought writing

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85 and 44 for Roman And 37 and 40 for Roman I think Both of these would be cute, especially with you writing them. I loved Matteo and Mora.

AN: Thank you love! So, I definitely failed this first attempt. I had so much fun writing this that I just said “fuck it” and just threw the whole 500 word count goal away. Hopefully I get it together keep it together for your second request lmao. It’s a first draft and barely edited but really I hope you like it!

85. “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

44. “You need to see a doctor.”

The continuous grumbled curses and strangled groans had become tortuous after an entire drive up from Orlando. You to roll your eyes at your reflection in the over sized mirror, at your fiance’s attempt to suffer quietly enough that you wouldn’t hear. He could be such an idiot, a loveable idiot, but still and idiot.

You sigh wearily, casting a worried glance out of the open double doors to see into the suite where the king sized bed was still immaculately made. Even though your obvious masochist of a fiance’ had promised he would take it easy once the two of you checked in in Atlanta.

That’s it. You decided, cutting your nightly routine short to skip down the short staircase leading from the master bath into the hotel suite. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you survey the empty room, rubbing rest of the unused moisturizer into your hands.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. I can do that.” The warm baritone that could effortlessly puppeteer a smile onto your lips, caught the wrath of your attention and you followed it like a heat sinking missile.

The ceiling reaching balcony doors had been left open and the October night air crept into the suite giving away your stubborn other half’s hiding place. You open both doors to find him pacing on the balcony with his phone pressed to his ear, mumbling the ‘yeah uh huhs’ he used during work calls once they became long-winded.

Not even the breathtaking sight of the glittering Atlanta skyline or the towering shirtless frame of Roman Reigns could distract your steadily worsening temper. Especially when you saw the pained grimace flash across his face as he tested his inked shoulder.

You clear your throat loudly and his head snaps up quickly. His surprise melts instantly into a sweet sheepish smile, knowing he had been caught.

“Seriously?” You mouth to him holding your arms out in disbelief, your forehead wrinkled in exasperation. You wanted it to be as obvious as possible that his phone call was the only reason you weren’t raising your voice.

“I love you.” He mouthed back, and even had the nerve to wink when your stern expression turned unamused before turning his attention back to work. “Nah, that’s no problem. Tomorrow morning’s fine for me.”

You roll your eyes with an irritable growl, heading back into the suite. There was no way he was going to charm his way out of this one. You find the unpacked luggage he insisted on carrying–even after you assured him that you could definitely handle the task of passing it off to the bellboy on your own–to fish out a bottle extra strength pain relief.

You were just placing a few on the bed table on his side with a glass of lemon water when he finally came in closing the balcony doors behind him. He let out a breath, smoothing his hair back at the sight of your folded arms and pouty frown.

“You need to see a doctor.” You said, cutting him off just as he opened his mouth to speak.

He heaved another sigh, closing the distance between you to gather you up in his arms, chuckling when you let him but didn’t unfold your arms to participate.

“I will.” He said gently, pressing a placating kiss on your cheek.

“You said that last week!” You whined, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “And the week before that and the-”

“Alright, alright. I get it.” He said. “I’ll have someone look at it tomorrow before Raw.”

“I want you to make a real appointment.” You said, leaving no room for negotiation. “With a specialist. Not some last minute session with a WWE trainer. And take it a little easier you don’t have to be on the grind twenty-four seven.”

His head fell back with an exasperated groan. “Baby-”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” You continue, not giving him another chance to convince you that everything would turn out fine. “Did I not just catch you still working at nearly 1 AM when you promised you would get some rest once we checked in?”

“Relax, Y/N. I am taking it easy. It was just Carrano confirming a phone interview.”

“Still, Roman. You worked live events all weekend even though I told you it was a bad idea, you insisted on driving the entire way-”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a terrible driver.” He said, smirking as he brushed stray hairs from your from your face.

“I’m serious, Ro.” Your voice softened, as your growing concern dissolved your no nonsense act.

Roman’s ‘rub some dirt on it’ attitude had gotten old. He was constantly pushing himself to do more even if he was exhausted, hurting, and spread thin. At this rate he wasn’t going to make it to your wedding day if he kept on like this. His large hands had been smoothing up and down your sides from the moment you started getting worked up, but it wasn’t enough to quell your worries. You let him do it his way for weeks and it had only made things worse.

You move your hands up his solid chest to wrap around his neck and feel him pull you closer.

“You try to hide how bad it is but I can tell it’s getting worse.” You mumbled, resting your cheek on his uninjured shoulder.

His hands migrate to your back, still moving in gentle circles as if you were the one with the battered and aching body. “I just don’t like you worrying so much, babygirl. I only have a few more weeks until I get a little down time. I can handle it.” He said, lifting your chin and meeting your eyes. “I’ve grit my teeth and pushed through worse. You know that.”

You shook your head in disagreement. ”That may be true but I can’t bear to see you in pain like this anymore babe. I know Survivor Series is around the corner, but even a real life Superman has to slow down and recharge sometimes.” You say, playfully pressing a soft punch into his chest.

He heaved the heaviest sigh of the night, his head falling back with the quiet groan. “Fuck. Alright. Fine. You win.” He begrudgingly relented. “I’ll see what I can schedule in the morning since I’ll be up for the interview anyway.”

A victorious smile spread across your face as you beamed up at him. “That’s all I ask. I just want you to feel better baby.” You say, leaning onto the tips of your toes to catch his lips in a slow rewarding kiss.

“Mmhmm” He hummed into your lips, with absolutely zero enthusiasm but still found it in him to cup a gentle hand to your cheek to fluidly slip a you bit of tongue.

You manage to share a few more lingering pecks before his hands find their way down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

“I mean, if that’s what you want. I know a few ways you can make me feel alot better right now.” He said, wetting his lips with a sly smirk.

You roll your eyes, shoving him lightly with a laugh. “Nice try, Reigns. You’re supposed to be taking it easy tonight remember? Don’t wanna be too tired for that phone interview.” You sassed before leaving back to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.

“What? A guy can’t even get a little sympathy sex? C’mon baby, it hurts. Come kiss it and make it better.” He teased after you.

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” You say over your shoulder, not looking back. Not even four days of wrestling with a tweaked shoulder and six hours on the road could keep that man from getting laid.

You’re still chuckling when you make it back to your reflection in the mirror, feeling like weight had been lifted from your entire body. You only had a second to enjoy it before realization hit you causing the smile to slide right off of your face.

”I am not a terrible driver!”

#roman reigns imagine #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfic

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Ivity and Anx: part twenty-one

Summary: Virgil and Roman hate each other to the core of their beings, but both become friends with a new stranger via the Sarrahas Project. Virgil takes to Creativity as well as Roman does to Anxiety, but they don’t know the true identity of the ones they’re slowing falling for.

Word count: 6615

Warnings: Body image issues, self-destructive thoughts, eating disorder/starving purposefully, negative thoughts about body, mild panic attack, talk of court hearings and trials, mild talk of parental abuse, a lot of swearing

Pairings: Slowburn Prinxiety, Logicality

A/N: sometimes i wish this was the last chapter purely so it stopped at 21 like twenty one pilots. the summary stopped applying to the entire story like,, halfway through but i dont want to change it because thats what this story was originally centered around btw logan’s birthday is august 31st, 2001

taglist at the end; masterlist

Roman was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He’d gotten out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and froze when he saw his reflection. He knew that he’d gain a little when because Virgil was making him eat at least two full meals a day, but what he saw was ridiculous. It was like he’d eaten nothing but butter, potato chips, and cake for the last week. He’d gained so much weight.

He couldn’t see his collarbones anymore. Roman ran his hands over where they once were. He could still feel them, but they weren’t as noticeable as before. Next Roman moved his hands to his face and squished it. There was far more chub to his cheeks than before.

Roman felt his breathing getting faster as his mind started racing. Roman, you fucking idiot! How could you let yourself eat that much food?! Look at yourself! You’ll never lose any of that back. You’ll be this ugly mess of a man forever now. Damn it, Roman! Slowly Roman sank to the floor and held his arms around his waist, trying to squeeze it in.

Virgil just finished with a court hearing to decide his fate. He found out that nothing would be set in stone until after the trial. However, he had no relatives to move in with while his father was in prison, so that left two options. He owed Patton more than anything because without him saying that his family would be willing to take Virgil in, he would’ve ended up in the foster care system. That idea scared him senseless because he’d never get out. Who would have wanted a teen as fucked up like him?

Virgil sighed as he unlocked the door to Roman’s house, glad that Roman had lent him the key before his hearing. It felt weird walking into the house without Roman next to him. Almost like he didn’t belong there. He looked around the bottom floor to tell Roman the news. When he didn’t see Roman downstairs he decided to head upstairs to the room he was staying in to start folding his clothes and tell him after.

Once he got to the top of the stairs he could faintly hear sobs from the other side of the closed bathroom door. He didn’t see the other car in the driveway--just Roman’s in the street--so he knew Roman was the only one home. Virgil quickly rushed to the door and knocked on it, his anxiety going through the roof. “Princey?” He listened but the only noise that answered him was a choked sob. His hand grasped the gold doorknob handle. “Ro, I’m coming in.” Virgil quickly turned the doorknob and rushed inside, glad that it was unlocked. His heart broke when he saw Roman curled in on himself on the floor. He rushed to the other boy’s side and kneeled next to him. Hesitantly, he put his hands on Roman’s shoulders like Logan often did to him. He tried to quell the awkward feeling rising in his stomach brought on by Roman’s shirtless shoulders. “Princey. Look at me.” Roman shook his head, still crying and still facing the ground. He said something, but it was too faint for Virgil to understand. “Ro, please. You need to look at me. I need to know what’s wrong.” Virgil hated how his voice broke on the word ‘please,’ but he didn’t care. Roman needed help. Slowly, as if doing the action in water, Roman lifted his head just enough that he could look at Virgil from under his wet hair. “You don’t wanna look at my ugly face.” Roman mumbled, barely loud enough to be heard. Virgil felt his heart break once again. “Roman,” he started, voice almost wavering. The name felt odd on his tongue, but a good kind of odd. “Your face is not ugly.” “Yes, it is!” Roman screamed. Virgil was taken back by the sudden change but did not move. “It’s hideous and fat! I’m fucking fat, Virgil! Look at me! You can’t see my fucking collar bones anymore and my fucking face is huge and you can see my stomach and I don’t have any fucking abs anymore and it’s all just ugly!” “It is not ugly, Princey, nor are you fat. You’ve started eating regularly. After so long of you starving yourself your body thinks it’s going to happen again, so it tries to fight that. Fuck, I wish I knew as much as Logan right now. He’d be able to explain why better than me. I looked it up before, and your body holds onto the fat for a while after you stop starving yourself so it can burn it later if you stop eating again. But once it realizes you’re eating regularly without starving it, it’ll burn that fat away. You don’t have to starve yourself to look thin. Just give your body time.” “I don’t have that time! Damn it, Virgil, you don’t get it! I have to look good because it’s how I’m supposed to as the Prince! This this this useless ugly flab is going to ruin that!” Tears were streaming down Roman’s face. Virgil didn’t know how to help his friend. He knew that he wanted to because he cared deeply for him, maybe even loved him in a way. Closing his eyes, Virgil tried to remember how Logan helped him through a freakout. Right now he just hoped he would find a way to help Roman like he’d been helped. “Roman. Roman, I want you to take a deep breath for me okay? Do you think you can do that?” Virgil watched as Roman tried to take one but it came out shaky. “It’s okay Roman. Roman, we can do it again. I’m going to count it out with you okay? Ready?” Roman watched his friend help him through the breathing exercise that he had used to help calm Virgil down. It was slow going, every few breaths at first, Roman would let a sob escape. Virgil never seemed upset by that. He just kept reassuring that it would be okay and went back to counting. Eventually Roman was able to do one full set without sobbing, then a second. After the fifth cycle of breathing Virgil smiled at Roman. “Good job.” Gently he used his sweater paw to wipe the tears off the other man’s face. “You did really good, Roman.” Roman couldn’t help but sniff. “Thank you.” He said softly. “Of course, Sir Sings-a-lot.” There was a faint smile tugging on Virgil’s lips. “Look, I know that dealing with… shit, what does Logan call them? Cognitive… something. Fuck,” Roman couldn’t help but smile at how flustered Virgil was getting. “Anyway, it’s when your brain makes something out to be worse than it really is. Dealing with that is really hard, and I’m not expecting you to be better right now, but I want you to know that you are not ugly or fat. Yes, you’ve put on a couple pounds, but that’s your body trying to prepare to starve again. If you keep eating regularly your body will see that it doesn’t have to store those pounds anymore and it will be used up. “You’ll be looking like your stunning Princely self in no time,” Virgil’s heart beat slightly faster as he said that for a reason unknown to him. “But you have to keep eating how you have been. I know it’ll be hard but trust me. It will be worth it.” Roman couldn’t help but admit his heart did a flip at Virgil calling him ‘stunning’. “How do you know it’ll go away?” “Dude, I’m not Logan. I don’t have a list of reasons ready at the drop of a hat. But I looked into what your body does while combating an eating disorder before I knew you were Ivity. I wanted to know as much about what you were going through to help as much I could... Your body stores the fats of any food you eat so it has something to burn off when you stop eating again. That’s why everything looks worse than it actually is. But it will get burnt off when your body realizes that it doesn’t need to store it anymore.”

“How long do you think that will take?” Roman asked tentatively, shifting on the floor. As he became very aware that he was in nothing but a towel, a blush rose to his face.

Virgil noticed the blush but didn’t realize why. He’d forgotten about it himself. “It depends on you. If you keep eating like we have been, a couple weeks? If you go back to starving for any period of time it’ll be longer. But I’m going to be here to help you through it.” He gently moved his hand down to be reassuringly on Roman’s arm. In doing so his eyes were drawn to Roman’s body. As it dawned on him again why Roman was blushing, he couldn’t help but blush as well. The two boys sat flustered on the bathroom floor for a few moments. Roman was the first to speak. “Thank you, Virgil.” “Of course, Princey. It’s the least I could do after you pulled me back from several attacks. Sorry I wasn’t better at it.” Roman shrugged. “You didn’t know what would help me. And you tried which means a lot. Sorry for snapping at you.” “‘S okay. Logan’s heard what he’s deemed as my ‘demon voice’ a couple times when there was a really bad attack so I think it’s more normal.” “Your ‘demon voice?’” Roman asked, raising his eyebrow. “He said it sounds like my voice gets lower when I’m dealing with some really bad stuff. I can’t tell the difference but I guess Logan can.” “Interesting,” Roman commented, remembering something similar happening during Virgil’s worst attack. “I don’t want to hear that more than once.” “What, scared?” Virgil teased him. “I thought Princes were supposed to deal with scary things?” “Ha. Ha.” Roman answered sarcastically with a smile before looking more serious. “I don’t want to know what it sounds like again because I don’t want you to have an attack that bad again.” Virgil’s jaw dropped open for a minute. “Uh… I…” “It’s okay. I know you were trying to get me to smile. And it worked.” “Good.” “Now if you don’t mind I’m going to go change and you can tell me how your court hearing went.” “Yeah. Sounds good.”

Virgil scrambled to his feet and offered Roman a hand. Roman accepted it and got to his feet, his other hand holding the towel in place. After both were standing Virgil let go of Roman’s hand and rushed out of the room, his cheeks still faintly rosy. What he couldn’t see was the tint on Roman’s face as well as he walked to his bedroom to change. Roman closed the door to his room and sighed. He knew that Virgil was right, but it was still hard. He felt gross in his own body. Quickly he got dressed, putting on one of his baggier shirts. Once that was done he walked back into the bathroom to hang the towel back up. With a sigh, he turned and faced the mirror.

Without knowing why Roman gently poked at his cheeks and then his stomach. “It will be alright, Roman.” He said softly under his breath, hoping that saying the words out loud would make them come true. “You’ll be ok. You’ll look like you again. Patton will still love you like this. Virgil will still care for you. He already proved that.” With a deep breath, Roman squared his shoulders and walked out of the bathroom towards his brother’s old room. Gently he knocked on the open door.

Virgil looked up from his folding. “Hey. Come on in.” “Hey.” Roman walked in and gently sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb any of the folded clothes. “Want some help?” “You don’t have to.” “I don’t mind.” “Alright. No point in turning down the help.” The two worked in silence for several minutes. Roman was worried about what Virgil found out at the hearing but he wasn’t sure how to ask. Virgil wanted to tell Roman the good news about Patton’s family taking him in, but he figured the monotonous task would help calm him. Finally, Roman’s curiosity got the better of him. “Hey, Virge?” “Yeah?” “How did the thing go?” “It went okay. I found out nothing is set in stone but for now, I’m away from him. Since he’s in jail.” “That’s awesome, Virgil,” Roman’s relief was clear. “Wait. Where are you going to go then? Are you going into the system?” Panic was showing again. He hated that he couldn’t help. His mothers knew that he felt strongly for Virgil, but they were worried that if he stayed for much longer, there would be constant ‘alone time’ between them. Virgil shook his head. “Thankfully no. If no one had offered to take me in I would’ve, but Patton’s family is going to take me in. They said they’ll have a small bed ready for me in Patton’s room tomorrow and that I can have the couch tonight.” “I’m glad that his family is willing to take you in. I’m sorry you couldn’t stay here. My moms were being ridiculous in their reasoning, but there’s no arguing with them.” “It’s alright, Roman. Honestly. The fact they let me stay for so long means a lot.” “Still,” He saw Virgil shrug. “Anyway, you’ll like spending that much time with Patton. I think.” “It’ll be tiring, but I think I’ll get used to it. I like Patton so it’s a bonus.” “You’ll get used to his excitement.” The worry Roman had throughout the day was finally gone. He knew that Patton would be able to help Virgil and keep him safe. “And I’m glad you like him.” “Even if I didn’t, I would be seeing a lot of him between you and him being best friends and him and Logan being together.” “Fair point. So it really is a bonus that you like him.” Virgil nodded. “I owe him a lot. If he didn’t talk his family into taking me in I would’ve ended up in the system until I was eighteen. No one would want someone so fucked up.” “You don’t know that. And you’re not that fucked up.” Roman became defensive when the other boy scoffed. “You’re not.” “Seriously, Princey? The guy who has anxiety and panic attacks basically every day isn’t fucked up? If I’m not fucked up then I don’t know who is.” “You have effects of your life showing themselves. Honestly, if anyone went through what you did and didn’t have some pretty bad anxiety, I’d think they would be pretty messed up. You have the anxiety because of what you went through. What was it Patton told you? ‘Scars are a tapestry of our experiences’ I think it was. Think of your anxiety as another scar. It shows you that you survived a horrible experience.” “Well aren’t you one for turning manure into flowers.” Virgil said dryly, though he couldn’t help but feel a little bit better about his anxiety. “It’s a gift,” Roman replied with a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “Seriously, I think you’re less fucked up than I am.” “Okay, now that is a load of fucking shit, Ro.” “I don’t think it is.” “You feel the way you do because that’s how society has made you feel. If you can’t see your ribs and collarbones and don’t have a six-pack, you’re not handsome. But they’re wrong. And what you’re feeling isn’t bad or stupid. You’re going against what others have shoved down your throat for years and it’s even harder for you since you’re working in the part of society that idolizes that look. But you can still be handsome without looking that way. Patton doesn’t fit that mold and yet Logan gets all tongue-tied around him.” “That’s because Patton is easy to love.” “Not in the same way. You don’t love Patton the same way Logan does.” Roman shrugged. “I still don’t like how I am.” “No one really likes who they are. But with time they learn to accept who they are. I know I’m a fucked up person with horrible anxiety and scars covering my body. And for a long time, I thought the scars were ugly and just made me even worse than I already was.” Virgil raised his hand to stop Roman from protesting. “But you and Patton are helping me see that I’m more than my scars. That they don’t show who I am. Just like you not liking your body doesn’t show who you are. And with support and time, you’ll learn to accept it. Besides, it’s nicer to hug someone who doesn’t feel like a skeleton.” Roman couldn’t argue with Virgil’s last comment. He enjoyed Patton’s hugs immensely, partially due to the fact that there was more to hug and that he flowed warmth and comfort. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he wondered if he was nicer to hug now. Patton would tell him he was always nice to hug though so Roman didn’t know if he’d ever get the true answer. “Maybe...” Roman you know you’ll never accept yourself, why even lie? “You will, Princey. Just give it time.” Virgil looked at Roman intensely. “To quote Patton, ‘you’re stronger than you seem.’ Just keep moving forward.” “You don’t play fair, Virgil. You turned Patton’s words on me.” “You started it. I’m just returning the favor.” The duo finished folding the clothes in silence. Virgil gently put them into the backpack that Patton lent him. He put the PJs on the top as a reminder to wash and return them to Roman as soon as he could. As much as Roman was glad Virgil was staying with Patton he didn’t want to let the emo leave. He enjoyed spending time with Virgil and having him around. It helped pushed Roman’s fears away knowing that he could protect the lanky boy if he needed. Roman knew that he was safe at Patton’s at well but it didn’t make it easier. “-ey. Ivity.” Virgil’s voice broke through to Roman. “I’m sorry. What?” “I said Patton was talking about doing brunch tomorrow to celebrate getting a roommate.” “Oh. That would be fun.” “I thought it would be nice.” Just then the doorbell rang. “That’s probably Patton.” “I’ll walk you down.” Virgil picked up the backpack and stood up. Roman stood a moment later and lead the way out of the room into the main floor. Virgil put the bag down to grab his shoes as Roman opened the door. “Hi, Ro!” Patton greeted cheerfully. “Hey, Pat. Virge is just getting his shoes on.” Roman moved to let the younger boy in. Patton stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. “I’m pretty sure that Virgil already told you but I was thinking of you, me, Virgil and Logan going out for brunch tomorrow to celebrate. Plus I think it’d be a nice way to kind of relax, even for a little while.” And for Lolo’s birthday but if I say anything in front of Virgil he might tell Logan. “He did. And it sounds wonderful.” Patton bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. “It’s going to be so exciting having a roommate and someone my own age at the house.” “I’m like a year older than you Patton.” Virgil said, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “That’s nothing. We’re still in the same grade so we’re basically the same age” “Whatever you say, Pat.” There was a small smile forming on Virgil’s lips. “Are you ready to go?” “I am.” He turned to look at Roman. “Thank you Princey. For everything.” “You’re very welcome Virgil. I’ll still be here in you need anything.” “Likewise. See you tomorrow then.” “Until then my wonderful subjects.” Roman said with a smile, striking a pose. “I take it back, I thank you for everything but that.” Patton couldn’t help but smile proudly at the two boys in front of him. “See you tomorrow kiddo!” He said as he and Virgil walked out of the house. Virgil followed behind Patton. Despite everything he’d been through this was the first time he felt truly free. Staying with Roman was a reprise from everything, but now knowing that his father was going to be away from him, even for a while, made him feel weightless. He watched as Patton started the car and turned to wave at Roman. As Patton started to drive away he couldn’t help but look forward to his new future, for however long it lasted.

Patton woke up early in the morning as he often did. He stretched his arms over his head and smiled, happy for the new day. It was an extremely important day. It was the first morning that Virgil was staying with him as well as Logan’s birthday. Patton practically bounced off the bed and made his way to the closet. The youngest boy pulled out two boxes. One contained a joke gift he was going to give Logan, which was cat ears that moved by the power of brainwaves. The other contained the real gifts of a periodic table shower curtain and a TARDIS cookie jar. Patton quickly wrapped the two up neatly, putting a note to open the one containing the gag gift first. Once that was completed, he quietly tiptoed downstairs so he wouldn’t wake Virgil so he could start breakfast. Patton didn’t need to worry, however, because when he reached the bottom of the stairs he noticed Virgil sitting up on the couch. “Morning, Virgil.” He said softly. Virgil’s eyes shot up, fear clear in them until they landed on Patton. Recognition crossed the emo’s face and he visibly calmed. “Oh. Morning Pat.” “Are you okay, kiddo?” Worry ran though Patton like a racecar. The fact that Virgil was so terrified of someone saying good morning to him broke Patton’s heart. A lot of things Virgil was doing was breaking his heart. “Yeah.” Virgil lied. When he noticed Patton’s look of ‘don’t lie to me; I see straight through you’, he sighed, knowing that he’d be better off with telling the truth. “Didn’t sleep well. Still sort of worried that your family might change their mind. And just worried.” Patton furrowed his eyebrows but continued to walk into the kitchen. He knew what Virgil meant by saying ‘just worried’ but he wasn’t surprised. That’s a part of the reason for the lunch today. A way to get Virgil’s mind off of things, even for a little while. “Virgil, they wouldn’t do that. They’re not that kind of people… but I understand the fear. Tell you what, why don’t we make a quick breakfast, and then we can get ready to meet with the others? I wanna tell the people at the restaurant that it’s Lo’s birthday before he gets there.” Panic crossed Virgil’s face as he shifted on his makeshift bed. “Today’s August 31st? Fuck.. fuck! I didn’t finish his present,” Virgil’s hand flew to his hair to tease on it. “He’s going to be so fucking upset. Fuck.” “Language,” Patton said firmly, still standing in the kitchen. “But, it’ll be okay, my friend. We can stop on the way and pick him up something from you if you want. He would never hate you, especially over forgetting a gift with everything else going on,” He took a small step toward Virgil, but there was still plenty of space between the couch and where Patton stood next to the kitchen island. “It’ll be okay.” Virgil tried to bring his panic back in check. He knew that Patton was right, but that didn’t stop the guilt from rising up in his chest. He’d never forgotten to buy, or finish making, Logan something for his birthday since the two became friends. You fucked this up too Virgil. His mind started to play. Logan’s going to hate you. He’s going to tell Patton that you’re a horrible friend. You fucking ruin everything, Virgil. Patton saw Virgil slowly start to spiral down, but he had no idea what to do. Since the older didn’t like to be touched much, and the younger comforted mainly through touch, the two were at an impasse. In an attempt to calm Virgil’s fast running brain, Patton sat down next to Virgil. He hoped the warmth and solidness of a friend next to him were grounding to the older boy. He seemed to be right, as Virgil leaned toward Patton. He didn’t touch him, but there was definitely a move to get closer.

In an attempt to further calm his friend, Patton decided to do what he saw Logan doing sometimes in the midst of panic: ask yes or no questions. “Did you already start on something for Logan’s birthday?” Virgil made a noise of agreement. “Good. I’ll tell you what, do you want to get ready and we can stop at your house?” Another sound of agreement from Virgil. “We can finish the present and maybe get him a jar of Crofters on the way as an apology for not trying the delicious jam for so long?” Patton teased, but it wasn’t in a mean kind of tone. He knew now with Virgil’s dad arrested, he would be safe going back there. Plus, going back to a place that was the home of so much trauma would be easier with a friend by Virgil’s side. Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle at that, the calm way Patton spoke mixed with the kind joking helped put him more at ease. “I think I’d owe him a lifetime supply of Crofters if that were the case. And… thank you. For coming up with a solution,” He was definitely calmer than before, but still was a bit shaky when he took in a deep breath. “I’m good at pointing out problems, but not really solving them.”

“No problem, kiddo. Now, where do you live again?”

Virgil and Patton were already sitting at Logan’s favorite corner booth at the Corner Cafe when Roman walked in. Patton saw him first, since he was the one facing the door, and waved him over. Roman smiled upon seeing Patton, walking over quickly and sliding in next to Virgil. He placed the bright red, glittery gift bag on the floor by his feet. “Greetings, wonderful citizens!” Roman declared. He must have been feeling better from his break down the day prior. Patton giggled, his body wiggling in his seat as he did so. “Hi, Ro!” “Uh, Princey?” Virgil asked, making a facial expression that was a cross between a sneer and one of being uncomfortable. “Yes, Yung-brutting?” Roman turned to face Virgil instead of Patton as he talked, using a pun off of the musician YUNGBLUD. “Switch spots with me?” Virgil hated feeling trapped between the wall and Roman. He always needed a clear path of escape. It was one of the reasons he and Logan’s favorite booth was right next to the emergency exit. But now, Roman was blocking his path out. Roman could tell that Virgil was feeling uncomfortable, even behind that sneer. Without a second thought, he made a sound of agreement and moved out of the seat. Once Virgil had moved out as well, he slid back into it. Virgil sat next to Roman again with a small grunt, and an even smaller, “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Roman all but whispered back to him. “So, Roman, how was your morning so far?” Patton broke into the conversation, almost interrupting Roman, as he didn’t hear the exchange of thanks. “It was wonderful. I had some toast with Crofters and an apple for breakfast.” “So it made you look like even more of an asshole?” Virgil quipped. “Language young man.” Patton chastised him. At the same time, Roman made an offended noise, doing his signature mock hurt hand pose. It was, thankfully, quieter than normal though. He must have been avoiding attention at the moment, which made both people at the table happy. “Excuse you! And I understand that reference, but still, excuse you!” Virgil could help but chuckle, but before he could respond Logan, walked up to the table with ‘Salutations’ on his tongue. His eyes immediately found the presents under the table, which made him crack a tiny grin. “Hi, Lolo!” Patton said as he stood up and hugged the other. “Happy Birthday.” Logan gently wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, still not completely comfortable with just how affectionate Patton was. He hugged back anyway because he would do anything for Patton, even if the touch was still a little too white-hot on his skin. “Thank you, Patton.” Virgil could tell that his friend wasn’t completely comfortable with the exchange. While he didn’t know a lot of Logan’s past or the reason why physical signs of affection were so odd for him, he understood. That’s why most of the time the two would do hand touches to show the care or concern. Actually, that’s how Logan putting his hands firmly on Virgil’s shoulders to help ground him started. “What’s up, Pocket Protector?” He asked as Patton slid back into the booth, scooting over far enough for Logan to join him. “Nothing truly,” Logan answered as he sat. “It has been a mostly peaceful morning, though I had overslept which will throw off my circadian rhythm until I am able to correct it.” He noticed that Roman had a confused expression. “Simply put, I will need to fix my sleeping and waking schedule.” “Ah. Thank you for not expecting us all to be nerds and understanding that.” Logan rolled his eyes as Patton giggled. “Well, it’s your birthday. You’re allowed to do what you want today.” “Honestly I wish for a peaceful, relaxing day among friends.” “I think we can manage that one for ya Lo,” Virgil said, knowing that Logan’s life had been thrown into chaos lately. “Let me take a wild guess what you’re getting. Cuz it’s not like you’ve ever gotten it before.” There was a playful yet knowing smirk on Virgil’s lips. Logan rarely differed in his order since he found his favorite. Logan couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged on his lips. “You’re correct.” “What is it you normally get, Lolo?” Patton asked, curious. “Eggs Benedict with an English muffin on the side.” Both Logan and Virgil said in unison. Patton couldn’t help the loving giggle that escaped him. “Well, that sounds eggcellent.”

Roman chuckled at the pun while Logan playfully rolled his eyes. “What are you going to get, Pat?” “I’m gonna get the strawberry pancakes with extra strawberries! What about you, Ro?” “I’m not entirely sure. The spinach and cheese scramble doesn’t sound too bad.” “Nothing this place has is bad.” Virgil assured him. Roman nodded. “What about you?” “Half an order of french toast and a side of hash browns.” “Is that enough food for you kiddo?” Patton asked worriedly. Virgil nodded. “It’s plenty of food.” “If you’re sure.” “It’s his normal order and he occasionally has a few bites left on his plate.” Logan reassured his Heart. When the server came, the four ordered their food as well as their drinks. Logan and Virgil got a cup of coffee, Roman ordered a cup of green tea, and Patton got hot cocoa with whipped cream. Once that was taken care of, Patton pulled out the joke gift. “Happy Birthday, Lo.” “Thank you, Patton.” Logan gingerly took the gift and unwrapped it. He had a look of intrigue and surprise as he pulled the present out. “I-I am at a loss for words Patton. It’s definitely… unique. I’m curious as to how it works. How exactly it reads one's brainwaves to know how the mechanical ears should react is interesting.” “Great cheese pastry he likes it.” Roman’s awe was clear in the tone of his voice. “It is a gift I was not expecting but I am curious about it.” Patton’s smile widened. “Actually I got you another gift too. This one was a joke gift. I’m really glad you like it though.” Logan’s mouth dropped open. “You mean to tell me this isn’t a cunning plan to get me to understand your love of cats?” Patton giggled. “No. But you should learn to love cats.” He handed the other gift over. Logan opened it and smiled at the thoughtfulness. He had told Patton before that the curtain for his shower at the dorm was in dire need of being replaced. Also, it was amazing that Patton remembered his admiration for Doctor Who. An added bonus is he could put many of the Crofters thumbprint cookies in it whenever Patton made some for him. “Thank you, Patton. These are very well thought out gifts and I appreciate them greatly.” “I’m glad you like them Lolo!” Patton smiled widely. “My turn Calculator Watch.” Roman pulled out his sparkly bag and slid it over to Logan. “Thank you, Roman.” Logan hid his annoyance at the glitter that was falling on the table. One thing he noticed about the singer is his love for theatrics and flair. Carefully, Logan pulled out a set of thirty colored pens. Despite his preference for black pens, he couldn’t help but notice these were set in the color of the rainbow, going from dark red and slowly grading into purple by the end. They would be good for color coding. Next, he pulled out a six-pack of highlighters. The next item was a large pack of multi-colored sticky notes. Reaching further into the bag, Logan removed five different Washi Tapes. To his slight annoyance, two of them were glitter based, but it appeared as if the glitter would stick to the tape and not fall on everything. The final item was a dark navy blue bullet journal. Curious about the color of the paper, Logan opened it. To his relief, he saw the paper was an off-white shade as the stark white of some made him more prone to headaches if he stared at it for too long. Despite his initial hesitancy, this was truly a well thought out gift.

“Thank you, Roman,” Logan said as he returned the items to the bag. “As much as the excessive glitter that is now on the table is infuriating, it is an extremely practical gift.” “Well, I had to give some sort of excitement to the gift. Besides, anytime you see the glitter you’ll think of me.” “Whatever you say.” There was a kindness in Logan’s eyes that Roman caught. “So...um…” Virgil said, looking slightly unsure of his gift. He knew that it would mean a lot but that didn’t hide the fact he was worried Logan would be disappointed in it. “Here.” Virgil handed Logan a small box that is wrapped in the same paper as Patton’s. “Thank you, Virgil.” Logan took it and opened it carefully. Inside was a heavy spiral notebook. The front and back black covers were plastic as opposed to the thin cardboard material of most. Gently he opened the front cover to check the color of paper, though he knew Virgil knew about how the colored affected him. What he wasn’t expecting was to find writing on the front page. Carefully his eyes scanned over the first paragraph. ‘Hey there Logan. This is Virgil in the past talking. From April 20th of 2018 to be exact, because you like to be exact. So anyway, in this notebook, I’ve written every memory I have ever made with you. Plus how I feel about them. It’s going to be a lot of fucking reading (and it will be kind of messy at times, you know my handwriting fucking sucks. And fuck I wish I could rip out pages but I can’t, they’re numbered) but I know that you can get through it. I know YOU, Pocket Protector. Just like you know me. And honestly? I’m glad I know you. And, thanks for being in my life. Fuck that was cheesy.’ Logan couldn’t help the tears that were forming in his eyes. Gently he took his napkin and dabbed his eyes under his glasses. He knew that Virgil must have had to save for weeks to be able to buy this notebook, but he didn’t care. The fact that he had taken the time to write all of these things down meant more to Logan than anything he could’ve gotten. “Virgil…”

“I know its a little over the top, but you already have like 15 notebooks for notes, and I knew that one more fucking empty notebook wouldn’t be of any use--” Virgil was rattling off, not looking at Logan but instead at the table.

“I love it.” Logan managed, a small crack in his voice in the middle of the word ‘love.’ That made Virgil look up, which made him see the tears still welling in Logan’s eyes.

“Oh, shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“Just shhh and take the compliment, Virge.” Roman whispered from his spot in the corner. A small glance from both of the darker wearing boys saw that he was smiling fondly. His hand was over his mouth as if he were trying to hide the smile. He loved being able to read upside down. And the fact that Logan had set the notebook flat on the table helped. Patton silently passed his napkin to Logan once he finished reading the paragraph. It took all he had to not coo and squeal at the adorableness of what was written. Virgil had told him earlier what was in the notebook, but seeing Virgil’s heart painted across the page was a whole different story. Logan nodded thanks to Patton as he turned and blew his nose. This moment proved to everyone who called him emotionless that they were wrong. Logan knew that he felt emotions; there was a barrage of them hitting him now. Undoubtedly, love was the one he felt the strongest. It was almost like he could feel the love that Virgil poured into his writing. “I love it,” Logan repeated again once he got himself composed. “Honestly, Virgil. This is a wonderful gift and I... I look forward to reading it.”

“Really?” Virgil couldn’t keep the awe from his voice. “Really.” Logan gently closed the book back up and slid it carefully into the box that also held the cat ears. “Thank you, Virgil.” “You’re, uh, welcome Logan.” Patton smiled widely at the little group of friends. It was clear that the four of them all cared for one another. His heart swelled with love as the food was brought out. He wanted to hug them all close to him and never let go. However, with the table between them all, it was impossible to do. What was possible was for him to gently hug Logan’s arm in a show of love. “Thank you, Patton.” Logan said gently as he took a sip of his coffee. “You’re welcome Lolo.” The four friends ate in mostly silence, just enjoying one another's company. Logan found the peacefulness to be helpful for Virgil which was an added bonus. The young emo was relaxed for the first time in a few months. Logan would cherish this time forever. He just hoped that the calm would last.

And then, the calm did not last.

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omganushkasharmauniverse-blog · 5 years

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Here’s why lifting weights is the most effective manner to lose weight

Ponder this situation: You’ve simply acquired a treasured process provide – a dream scenario to your career, in fact – however it comes with a few uncommon requirements. You have to cross shirtless at the process, tens of millions of human beings will watch you figure that way and, oh yeah, you want to acquire and preserve 10% frame fat or they’ll hearth your ass.

However, because you’re so busy doing this task, you have got best forty five mins, 3 days per week to exercise. Assuming you are taking the position, what might you do with that point? Go for a run? Hit the elliptical gadget? Search the process boards? Hire a body double?

This was exactly the predicament confronted through Andy Whitfield, who performed the lead in the American television drama Spartacus: Blood and Sand (think Gladiator meets 300). He became filmed genuinely naked in his Roman skivvies. As you could believe, he changed into pushed by both arrogance and fear whenever he seemed within the reflect.

You can probably relate. It’s natural to count on that an actor has a ways greater time for workout than the average guy does. But Whitfield’s schedule probably wasn’t a great deal unique from your very own. After all, he has a wife and young youngsters and spent most days on set from 7am to 7pm.

“For Spartacus, we dedicated a hundred% of our manufacturing time to developing awesome scenes,” says Whitfield. “So all the education I did turned into on my own time. And that’s pretty confined.” Sound acquainted?

Now don't forget that activity provide once more. If you were Andy Whitfield, what type of exercises could you do to stay lean at the activity? Warning: Most human beings have the answer all wrong.

For decades, we’ve been advised that the pleasant pastime for burning kilojoules and fat is cardio exercise. In fact, you can almost pinpoint the yr this concept started out to take preserve: 1977. That’s whilst Jim Fixx’s The Complete Book of Running was posted. This pleasant-dealer popularised the belief of jogging to improve health and lose weight, and it’s broadly credited with kicking off the running growth of the ’80s. Hundreds of studies due to the fact that then have said that cardio workout offers many blessings, from improving markers of heart-disease danger and handling mental stress to enhancing cognitive feature.

That’s all good. But in case you’re seeking to shed fat, the latest weight reduction studies will let you know to look some place else in your exercising recurring. “It’s type of like a self-fulfilling prophecy,” says exercising and nutrition scientist Dr Jeff Volek. “Any type of workout burns kilojoules. So if you’re told that going for walks is ideal and you start dropping kilos once you're taking it up, then you have no cause to agree with otherwise.” But Dr Volek’s studies gives him precise cause to doubt the traditional information approximately the superiority of cardio exercising for fat loss.

In one look at, Dr Volek and his group placed obese human beings on a reduced-kilojoule weight loss program and divided them into three companies. One organization didn’t exercise, some other achieved cardio exercising 3 days a week and a 3rd did each aerobic exercise and weight education three days every week. The effects: Each group misplaced nearly the equal quantity of weight – approximately 10kg in step with character in 12 weeks. But the lifters shed 2.Five extra kilograms of fats than folks that didn’t pump iron.

The weight they misplaced become almost pure fat, while the other two groups shed 7kg of lard, but also gave up 2.5-plus kilograms of muscle. “Think about that,” says Dr Volek. “For the identical quantity of exercising time, with diets being same, the individuals who lifted lost almost forty% more fats.”

This isn’t a one-time locating, either. Research on low-kilojoule dieters who don’t carry indicates that, on average, 75% in their weight loss is from fats and 25% of it's miles muscle. That 25% can also reduce your scale weight – hooray! – however it doesn’t do plenty for your reflection inside the reflect. (Can you say “thin-fats”?) However, if you weight teach as you weight loss plan, you shield your difficult-earned muscle and burn greater fats rather.

Picture it in terms of liposuction: The entire factor is in reality to cast off unattractive flab, proper? That’s precisely what you should demand out of your workouts.

There’s one argument for cardio exercise that has always been rock strong. It’s nicely documented that an interest like mild walking burns extra kilojoules than weight education, an interest this is exceedingly anaerobic. In truth, in case you pass through the numbers you locate that even golfing beats out a mild circuit exercise. But recent research suggests a new angle.

When workout physiologist Dr Christopher Scott began the use of a complicated technique to estimate electricity expenditure at some point of workout, his records indicated that weight schooling burns greater kilojoules than initially notion – as much as seventy one% greater. Based on those findings, it’s estimated that appearing simply one circuit of eight physical activities – which takes approximately eight mins – can expend 665 to 965kJ. That’s about similar to jogging at 1.6km in keeping with minute pace for the equal period.

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crewhonk · 6 years

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Pacemaker Princess

Billy Hargrove X Reader

Warnings: Swearing (i think), a little bit of nsfw, its cute

Summary: A series of snapshots from Billy and Y/N’s relationship. How they met, to their first night together, to their first date, to the last night of season 2.

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To say you were a normal teenager would honestly be the last term someone would use to describe you. You were beyond smart, beyond beautiful, beyond kind and beyond having a normal heart. You’ve had a heart arrhythmia since you were small, and it had landed in the hospital a handful of times because your heart was beating too slow or too fast or not enough. When you were fifteen, you had a major surgery and had a pacemaker put in, and while you had a to-go cup circle poking from the left side of your chest, you take it any day if it meant not collapsing and coding in a bleak hospital room.

So here you were, Halloween night in Hawkins, Indiana 1984 at Tina’s Halloween Bash, sipping what someone screamed ‘Pure Fuel’ in your face before stumbling and falling out of the house onto the patio, staring out over the sea of drunk, sweaty toddlers enjoying their time.

“It’s a mess, isn’t it?” Someone crooned in your ear, reaching across you and dipping his red solo cup into the maroon concoction.

“Truly a Roman tragedy,” Y/N laughed, sipping her drink and glancing up at the Keg King himself Billy Hargrove. You would have thought that your heart stopped, but you had a pacemaker for that. “What do I owe the pleasure of your company, Mr. Hargrove?”

“I saw a lonely girl, putting who-knows-what into her body and figured she shouldn’t do it alone.”

“Oh, the chivalry… I’m quaking in my glass slippers.”

“And what would be the princess’ name?” He smiled, turning fully to her and bending down slightly so Y/N could hear him a bit better.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” She said, taking his much larger hand in hers. He traced patterns on the skin on the back of her thumb.

“That fits. A cute name for a cute girl.”

“It’s not cute enough for beautiful?” She bantered, pulling her hand away and wiping the clamminess on the leather of her pants. “It’s okay. I’ll make you think its beautiful.” She grinned, pulling him into the living room where the music was the loudest.

“Come on, Princess. Do I look like someone who dances?” He resisted.

“If you squint.” She laughed staring to move her shoulders to the tune of “Twist of Fate” by Olivia-Newton John. Y/N wasn’t a dancer either, to be honest, but she was funny— and the way she had a lazy grin on her face most of the time at school, or the way she goofed off tonight continued to hold Billy’s attention. “Okay, buddy okay. We’re home.” Y/N muttered in the (much heavier and much drunker) boys ear. “We’re home, but your gonna need to help me get you inside, medically I’m not supposed to be lifting things as heavy as you.” She ranted.

“Mmmm. I don’ wan’ go home.” He slurred, putting more weight on his own feet.

“No, you’re staying at my house. Mom and dad aren’t home, and it’s four in the morning so I wasn’t about to plop you on your front doorstep for the Demagorgon’s.”

“Dema-dema what?” He slurred tripping through her door.

“Just a joke, you probably wouldn’t understand.”

“Either that or it jus’ wasn’ funny. But that don’t make sense be-cause you’re a pretty funny girl. Pretty and funny jus’ to clarifyyyy. There’s too man’ stairs. Stairs are dumb.”

“Okay, hotshot,” Y/N said throwing him on her bed and turning to get a wipe from her vanity to clear off the beer and spit from his chest. When she turned around he was literally passed out, snoring and spread eagle on her twin bed.

“You’re gonna continue to be an issue, aren’t you.” She swore under her breath. Y/N then untied her prince charming’s combat boots (because apparently, he was a sexy G.I. Joe), fluffed an old quilt over him, and turned off the lights.

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“Good morning, beautiful.” Rob Lowe whispered, brushing back your hair and playing with the heavy diamond necklace on your neck. Y/N just moaned happily and stretched out more on the soft bed of roses. “Hey, dummy. Wake up.” With that, Y/N tumbled from the safe confines of her rose-bed and onto the gaudy orange carpet of her sitting room.

“What the hell, man?” She groaned into the floor.

“It’s ten, and your house is too warm to even think about leaving and I’m hungry,” Billy said, nudging her side with his toe.

“What are you, five? You can’t make toast?”

“You brought me into your own home, I’m technically company.”

“Hello ‘Technically Company’, I’m Dad.”

“Bite me.”

“At least take me out on a date first, Hargrove.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Later that week, Billy Hargrove took Y/N Y/L/N on a date. Not to one that was at some cheap diner in town that ended in dirty car sex, but a date that took place an hour outside Hawkins at a shiny new bowling alley with real good fries and smooth strawberry milkshakes.

On the ride home, the pair of teens drove home in the dark to the soft sounds of ‘Rock in a Hard Place’ playing softly. Billy’s hand rested on the bottom of the steering wheel, barely guiding the car while the other held onto Y/N’s hand.

Y/N’s head rested on the back of the seat and she had a small smile on her lips. Billy swore that when he moved to Indiana, he swore that he wouldn’t think about falling in love with any of these mid-east American cows. But, there was a girl at a Halloween party who wore cheap leather pants and a showy top with a natty blonde wig and heaven help if his heart didn’t stutter when he saw her so when she was able to not drool over his shirtless torso and stay aware enough for banter he knew he was in trouble. She reminded him of the ocean— powerful, undiscovered, untamed and he didn’t want to tame her. He wanted to practice and work around her and surf whatever waves she gave him because she was the only thing that reminded him of the home he knew.

They say that home is where the heart was, and boy was he getting ready to move in. ___________________________________________________________________

When Y/N showed up to Billy’s window one night full of bruises and tiny cuts littering her torso and arms, Billy could have actually shit himself. He pulled her through the window and carried her over to the bed tucked to the furthest side of the room. He ran across the house he lived in searching for the med kit as quiet as possible as to not wake Neil or Susan and returned to the room where Y/N had already taken off her shirt and bra.

“Woah,” He said going to cover his eyes. “I’m um. I’m sorry do you need me to give you some privacy?”

“No, William. I’m sure you’ve seen boobs before. Not a big deal.” She grunted. She took the med kit from the boys shaking hands and opened it up, seeing what she had to deal with. There were some colored bandages and come antiseptic and some wound tape. “Babe? I need you to clean my wounds, I can’t. I’m too weak.” And he simply nodded, avoiding looking at her chest or eyes.

“Y/N/N, what happened, baby?” He choked, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Baby,” He whispered.

“Legally, Bill. I can’t tell you.”

Something flashed in his eyes. Something angry and sad and betrayed. “Do your parents beat you?” He growled. “I swear to God, Bear. I’ll fucking kill them both.”

“Billy. No, nobody is hurting me. My parents are too soft on me honestly. It’s good to get kicked in the ass occasionally,” she coughed into her elbow. “But love, I actually cannot tell you because the government will find you and Hopper will kick my ass. I’ll tell you when we’re sure its over, but until then I can’t.” He looked away and pulled the antiseptic-soaked cotton away from the wounds. “Baby. You have to trust me.” Y/N reached over and pulled his chin to make him meet her in the eyes. “Do you trust me.”

“I trust you.” He croaked, leaning in and resting his forehead on he shoulder, making a point to avoid any marks. He peppered kisses over her collarbone, and down her chest, making sure to kiss every mark lightly like a mother would kiss her child’s knee. She sighed softly at his actions— he hadn’t pushed her to do anything beyond what she was comfortable, and sure, she had begged to give him a blowjob (he was very excited emotionally and physically when she asked), but he had never done anything to her because it had just never come up and she never needed anything.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered. “So beautiful.” Laying back on his bed, she pulled him towards her and he laid himself over her gently. Y/N opened her eyes when she noticed that Billy had stopped— he stopped moving and breathing and now she was worried. A teen boy so close to his girlfriend’s boobs for the first time stopping is nearly unheard of.

“Babe? You okay?” She whispered, running her hands through his hair. “What’s this?” He said. Billy had trained his eyes on your visible pacemaker, tracing the edge of it with his finger.

“It’s my shitty heart. It doesn’t work properly so a bunch of doctors decided to put an old lady machine in me.” She laughed, playing with the ringlets at the nape of his neck. He sighed and looked at her, wonder in his eyes.

“You’re so cool and I think I’m in love with you.” He smiled.

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“Tremor” (WWE!Dolan Twins)

Request: No, I had a talk with my mom the other day about my WWE obsession because it was the first Female Royal Rumble and at that time I was looking at some photos of the twins and she asked me "are these some new WWE superstars you like?" and I was hit by this idea. Indeed, they do look like wrestlers I mean damn they look much better than some of the wrestlers so why not combine both my obsessions into one imagine? yeah, exactly

Warnings: I don't know? It's a fight basically, swear words I think

Word count: 2,415

It's the first time writing something like this so I hope it will turn out good, and yeah, I know I changed some things about WWE. sorry for possible mistakes, I didn't have time to correct it

I was shaking, my whole body was shaking and I had this tingling sensation on every part of it, making my heart beat faster. Today was my very first important match since I came to WWE after some long and tiring years of practice. The good part about this? I was going to be there with my friends and even if we win or lose, at the end of the day we are still a team. On every match I had since day one until now, they were there beside the ring with me, encouraging me to get up and do what I know best. I did the same for them, even if it was an individual match or not, I was there and it didn't matter if we win or lose as long as we were there for each other. But this night we were all going to show what we are capable of in that ring. Some of them were scripted, of course, we knew who will be the winner, but this time Stephanie told us that it's up to us what will happen. We can lose or win, there's no in between and maybe that's why I was so scared. I took a sip of water and then I turned around, checking my attire into the mirror. It was simple mostly, we all combined our favourite colors into it: black and purple. My usual attire is a single color with some sparkling details on my hands and uppers, but this time I was wearing customized black boxer shorts with two thin purple sparkling stripes on each side, my top was black too and cropped exactly under my boobs, with some transparent parts above them and on my sleeves where again were two thin purple sparkling stripes and my uppers were all black with just a purple stripe on them. Above the attire, I took a black long robe which I was going to take it down once I was in the ring. It was tied in the middle, allowing the others to look at my attire as I walked. Turning to my right I saw Ethan and Grayson stretching and taking long breathes. They were shirtless as usual and they were both wearing the same attire: black boxer shorts with purple details and black and purple uppers. On their wrists were some black cuffs, preventing them from breaking while hitting or doing some breezes.

We were going to be the first team on The Mixed Match Challenge as well as Sasha Banks and her team: Roman Reignes and Finn Balor. I've never fought with Sasha before and I can honestly say that I'm scared. She's one of the best female wrestlers here and her style of fighting is very rough sometimes. The twins never fought Roman either and they don't know how that will go. Finn it's a really easy prey for Grayson, he beat him last week on Monday Night Raw.

"You guys enter in five." One of the men from there said and we looked at each other. He left immediately after announcing us and we embraced each other hoping for the best. At the end of the Challenge there will be one team standing: the best one.

"Okay, ready?" I asked as I looked at them, letting a small smile appear on my face. They smiled back at me nodding. "Let's show them what we're capable of."

Staying near the entrance with the boys I was switching my weight from one leg to another. We were opening the show since we were the first team and I wanted to hear my name faster so I could go in the ring and forget about the emotions. I could hear the comentator voice presenting the Challenge and after one minute or so I heard my description. Looking over my shoulder to the boys, they gave me a reassuring look and lifted their thumbs up encouraging me. My theme song started and my heart skipped a beat when I heard my name. Putting on my serious face, I walked around the corner until in front of me was running the path to the ring and the crowd full of people. The crowd went wild and I smirked, stopping in the middle to do my pose before I head the ring with confidence. I untied my robe as I walked, taking it down and throwing it somewhere beside the tribune before I jumped on the edge of the ring, catching a chord to get up. Once I entered the ring I lifted my hands, doing my pose again before the music stopped. Ethan and Grayson's theme song started and I watched them with a smile in the corner of my mouth. They did their handshake before heading towards the ring and entered it, coming to my side. We high-fived each other and remained still, looking as Sasha, Roman and Finn entered. Once the crowd settled down and the music stopped, the referee came in the middle of the ring, waiting to see who is the first to start. I turned around.

"I'll go first." I said to the boys and they nodded, looking above my head at Sasha who probably said the same to her team as they left the ring, still sitting on the edge of it.

"Destroy her, (Y/N)!" Ethan said to me before leaving the ring and I laughed. "Show her who's the real boss." Grayson winked at me, following his brother. I turned to the referee and Sasha and soon I heard the bell that indicates the beginning of the match. The referee gave us the signal before stepping back and I aproached Sasha. She kept a defensive position, waiting for my attack but I kept my distance, letting her attack first, which she did. All I could hear was the commentator's voice saying something before she jumped on me, throwing me onto the ground. She started to throw fists on my face and I hit her in her ribs, earning a groan from her. She fell on her butt in front of me and I lifted my legs, hitting her in the face. She stood on the ground with her palms on her face while I stood up and I catched her by the hair, "helping" her to get up. The referee warned me about this but I ignored him and once she was up, I clenched my fist and hit her in the face as well. Her head turned, putting her hand on the cheek and I smirked at her once she turned to face me again. She tried to hit me but I catched her hand and twisted it, earning another groan from her. Sasha tried to escape my grip but I was holding her with all my force and she lifted her leg to hit me in the abdomen. I bent forward because that hurt like hell and I loosened my grip on her hand, letting her to escape. She ran to the chords of the ring, letting herself onto them to gain some speed and she hit me in the face with her knee. I let out a loud groan as I felt my body falling onto the ground. Turning on the stomach, I tried to gain some distance from her but I felt her body on top of mine. She wrapped one of her hands around my neck, pulling me to her. I let out a scream and lifted my hand. The referee was immediately beside us, asking me if I give up and looking to Sasha once in a while, ensuring she wouldn't really hurt me.

"No, no!" I breathlessy said to him and I tried to escape her tight grip.

"Fuck!" I mumbled under my breath. Ethan and Grayson were shouting at me to pass it to them as they both stood bent over the chords, trying to reach my hand. My fingers found their way into Sasha's hair, pulling roughly but she didn't let me go, so with all my force I tried to stand up with her still on my back. She tried to hold me down, but once I got up, I caught her head in my hands and I bent a little, pulling her over my shoulder. She fell on her back in front of me and she arched her back because of the pain. Roman and Finn were also shouting at her but I couldn't quite understand what because I wasted no time in throwing myself onto her, hitting her with my elbow. She screamed and turned on her side, hitting with her legs on the ground to make the pain suportable. I catched her again by the hair and the referee was immediately beside me, warning me.

"Oh my God, shut up already!" I screamed to him and with my hand still on Sasha's head, I threw her right into the corner of the ring. She hit it with her face, falling on the ground as I aproached her, assailing her with my legs, hitting her in the ribs. The referee tried to take me from her but I didn't stop.

"One!" Another hit. "Two!" Another one. "Three!" I hit her one more time before stepping back, turning to the boys. My breathing was heavy and uncoordinated and my back hurt so I clapped the first one's hand to pass it on. Ethan came fast into the ring while Grayson assured I was okay and Sasha was still trying to get to one of the men on the other side of the ring. Finn was also the first one to reach and he came inside, ready to hit Ethan but he was faster than him. He easily dodged his attack and in the next second, Ethan's fist connected with his face, throwing him down onto his knees. Ethan stepped back, letting himself on the chords just as Sasha did and he did almost the same move, hitting him with his foot in the face. Finn was almost knocked out and Ethan catched him by his head and the back of his boxer shorts, climbing him on the chords. The referee warned him about the grip he had on Finn's boxer shorts but Ethan couldn't care less. Looking over to Grayson, I knew what they were going to do to him: A double leg elbow roll.

Ethan clapped Grayson's hand to get him into the ring and as he did, they took Finn's hands, putting them over their heads and catched him by the sides of his boxer shorts, letting themselves fall back and throwing Finn over with them. He grunted at the contact, slightly arching his back as the boys got up with a kip up. I heard the crowd screaming and shouting and I couldn't help but smile. Ethan left the ring as Grayson remained inside. He catched Finn again, lifting him up on his shoulders and was ready to do his finisher but Sasha came into the ring and hit him in the back, making him lose balance and drop Finn. She came in front of Grayson while Finn left the ring and she said something to him I couldn't understand before slapping him. She slapped him and I opened my mouth in shock. Grayson's head was turned to left and I saw him clenching his jaw, trying to remain calm and not hit her.

"You fucking-" I heard Grayson's voice. I felt rage boiling inside of me and without a second thought, I stepped into the ring, catched Grayson's hand to pull him back and at the same time passing it to me so we wouldn't be disqualified and I jumped on Sasha, her body falling onto the ground with me above her. I catched the sides of her head and I began to hit it on the floor multiple times before the referee took me off her. Even then, I was still hitting her with my legs and she started screaming. I saw just red in front of me. Bending forward, I catched her body and lifted her, turning around with her before leaving myself down with one knee bent so when I dropped her she hit her back on my knee. She groaned, turning on her stomach, a hand on her back. I let myself down, and sitting on her back I catched one of her leg and pulled it over my shoulder. She started screaming in pain and the referee asked her if she gives up, waiting for her to do the sign. I pulled harder and in a matter of seconds Sasha began to desperately hit the floor with her palm, announcing she was giving up. Once I heard the bell I got up and my theme song started playing, filling my ears as I looked around, feeling some tears in the corner of my eyes. I couldn't believe, we really won the match. The referee came beside me and took my hand up, signaling I was the winner. I couldn't contain myself and I let the tears to fall down my cheeks as Ethan and Grayson came in the ring, hugging me tightly. They were screaming and laughing full of joy and I started to laugh with them. Getting out of there, we left Sasha in the middle of the ring with Finn and Roman beside her, looking after us.

"Tremor! Tremor!" The whole crowd was screaming our team's name and Ethan and Grayson lifted me up on their shoulders. I laughed again, still looking at Sasha who was fixing me with her gaze. Oh, if sight could kill..

"Who's the boss now?" I shouted at her before a smirk appeared in the corner of my mouth and let this overwhelming feeling fill me.

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