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thatsgay-writes · 3 years

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Day 16

"Here they are, the brave young women whose tale of struggle and survival has gripped the nation." The host says as she sends the camera a smile. "The unsinkable nine, as we have come to know them. Ladies, you must have dreamed of coming home for so long. Now that you're here, what do you wanna do most?" She questions as she turns towards you and your friends. "Honestly, smoke about a hundred cigs, you know? Like, really rip through a carton or two." Dot starts as she leans forwards on the couch. The host gives her a slightly awkward smile, "Okay. How about the rest of you?"

"I don't know; Maybe hit up the OG for a never-ending pasta bowl and just... I don't know... Get back to our real lives." Toni says next followed by Nora. "I'd like to read the Odyssey again, rather than, like, live it." She jokes awkwardly, causing some of the girls to laugh in response. "Leah, what about you?" "Oh, um, I just wanna reconnect with certain people... People who may have been worried and-or felt like we had unfinished business. And if that person is watching right now, I just wanna say that I did not not miss you every day." You cringe at Leah's little monologue, still not feeling 100% about her after her fight with Shelby.

"My turn, Brooke, and I've got a nice, straight answer for you. I'm going to fuck the rowdiest guy with the biggest dick as soon as I fucking can." Fatin says, causing everyone to pause the fantasy you all shared and look at Fatin. Fatin turned to look at you, since you were at the end of the couch, and you couldn't contain your laugh. "Holy shit!" You belt out as you roll onto your side, "I don't think you can say that." You tell her after you finally catch your breathe. Fatin rolls her eyes, "Okay, make it more media-friendly. I am going to fornicate with the healthiest penis I can find ASAP." You let out a laugh at her newly formed answer.

After that, Dot changed her answer and Fatin got on Leah for her "emo shit show" answer and how Romeo's would be in everyone's DM's, before they finally started cheering over the fact that there was a chance to return home. "We're going home, bitches!" Martha yells as she holds up the bottle of vodka, causing all the other girls to cheer. You go to celebrate with them but notice how Shelby stays silent and slowly pulls away from the group. You watch her go, debating if you should follow her, as Toni helps you stand. Her face holds a large smile that slowly falls as she notices how distracted you are and that Shelby was walking away.

Ever since kissing Shelby, Toni had been confused on her feelings between the both of you. She had loved you for years but Shelby just had something so attracting about her. Unknown to her, you were having the same thoughts. "I'll, um... I'll be right back." You say as you pat Toni's hands that were still holding your own after helping you up. Toni just nods her head as you hop away after Shelby.

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"You don't seem very excited..." You try and joke as you hop around the rock Shelby was sitting on, closing your mouth as soon as you see how sad she looks. You fidget nervously for a few seconds as Shelby doesn't respond to your presence. You let out a deep breathe before sitting down next to Shelby on the rock. "Are you okay?" You ask as you slowly reach out your hand to grabs hers. You move slowly so she has enough time to pull away but she doesn't. When you tangle your fingers with Shelby's, she finally reacts some and turns her head to look at you. She opens and closes her mouth a few times wanting to say something, but ultimately ends up closing it and shaking her head. You let out a sigh but nod your head. You lean forwards and cup one of her cheeks, giving her a quick kiss on the other one. Your face gains a small smile as you notice Shelby blush, "I'll leave you to your thoughts... If you ever need someone to vent to or a shoulder to lean on I'll be here." You tell her as you slowly stand up and start hopping back towards to other girls, missing how Shelby stared after you longingly.

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As you get closer to the other girls, you smile as you hear them all laughing and joking around. "Oh, Martha, you're gonna be trippin motherfucking balls dude." You hear Fatin say as you finally reach the group and collapse next to Toni. Hopping around was not fun and you were going to need to find a walking stick or something soon. "And she won't be alone." Rachel says as she holds her hand out towards Fatin. Taking what looks to be a bag of gummy bears? You nudge Toni with your shoulder and send her a questioning look. "Martha ate edibles." She whispered to you before turning back to the group and reaching for the bag. You covered your mouth in shock and laughed at the fact that Martha, sweet and innocent Martha, ate edibles. "You want one y/n?" Toni asks as she holds one out towards you. You think about it for a second. Your doctors back at home would probably advise you not to get high but you had been feeling fine the past few days. "Why not." You answer as you take the gummy bear from Toni and pop it into your mouth.

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"Marcus!?" You hear Martha yell out for the 5th time as almost everyone laid on the beach, high out of their minds. The only ones not laying down were Fatin, who looked like she was meditating, Shelby, who still hadn't returned from the rock, and you, who had taken a seat on Toni's back and kept tracing out random letters and shapes on her back. "I'm so fucking blissed out. Not even from the gummies, just from the thought that in 48 hours I can have an orgasm." Was the first thing Fatin had said in an hour, causing you to giggle and almost fall off of Toni's back. Unlike Toni, who always got more relaxed when she was high, you got more giggly, enthusiastic, and talkative. You being high rivaled Shelby's whole "Who wants to play an ice breaker?" persona.

"Wait? You haven't like self-induced?" Leah asks, seriously but still with a playful tone. "No, I can't do it with my hands actually. I have this weird cello-vibrato PTSD. It's a whole thing." Fatin responds, breezing over the subject. "So your electric toothbrush hasn't seen any action?" Dot asks causing you to laugh more and add on, "I mean we all kind of assumed." You send a wink Fatin's way before turning your attention back to Toni's back, effectively spacing out on the conversation.

When you do focus back onto everyone, it's from Toni tapping your thigh to get you to get up. "Huh?" "C'mon we're gonna go play in the water." Instead of standing up and hopping your way towards the ocean, you just roll of Toni's back and lay on your back in the sand. "I'm good... I think I'm just gonna lie here." Toni gives you a questioning look but you just push her thigh towards the water. "I'll be fineeeee, go have funnnnn." Toni rolls her eyes as you purposefully draw out words and follows the rest of the girls into the water.

You could hear the girls from where you laid, all of them letting out screams and laughs of joy. You would have joined but hopping around on one leg isn't fun and tired you out pretty quickly. You rolled onto your side once the sun felt too hot on your face and you noticed that Shelby hadn't joined in on the fun either. You contemplated going up to her and trying to talk to her or give her more space, but went with the first choice. If she had rejoined the group than maybe she would want some company now.

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"Not a fan of the water?" You ask as you let yourself collapse next to Shelby, taking note how she now had the bottle of vodka and it had a less in it than it did before. "I... Um..." Shelby stuttered out as she purposefully did not make eye contact with you. "It's fine." You say with a shrug and lay on your side. "No need to talk, just relax." You say as you suddenly get hype fixated on making shapes and letters on her back. Missing the way she tensed up before finally relaxing. You spaced out again from what was going on, a common thing that happened when you were high.

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The rest of the day blew by as everyone did their own thing. Nora and Rachel went off talked somewhere, you noticed that Toni and Shelby got into a argument, and you just chilled around with Fatin, Dot, and Leah, while Martha decided to adventure into the woods. "Guys! Guys! Guess what I just saw!?" Martha yells as she runs over the hill and back towards the group. "I just saw Marcus and he's alive!" She yells out, out of breath, causing everyone to laugh at how ridiculous she sounded. "No, guys, I'm being serious!" Martha defends and grabs the nearest person to her, Dot, and starts dragging her along. "C'mon, he's in the woods." Dot turns to give the group and exasperated look but you all decide to follow along.

You had your arm wrapped around Toni as you all journeyed through the woods. You had tried to get out of going, but Martha wanted everyone to go with her. "You're just saying that he, like, fucking pinocchio'd?" Dot asks, having not stopped laughing or joking about the situation since you all headed into the woods. "Yes. That is exactly what I am saying." Martha says in relief, missing that fact that Dot was still making fun of her. "He turned into a real boy." She finishes as you and Toni see Marcus... Who is still as fake as he was the day he was found. "I don't know, he kinda looks the same to me." Toni says as you release her arm so she can pick up Marcus. "Hey! My leg!" You say excitedly as you notice it laying under Marcus. When Fatin goes to kiss Marcus, you kiss your leg. It was all fun and games until Leah had to mention the fact that Marcus and your leg had been swept away but suddenly ended up in the middle of the forest. You had thought the same thing but hoped to just ignore that fact. "Leah. We're mellow. We're leaving."

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"Oh Shelby, you love America so much. USA! USA!" Martha cheers, trying to get Shelby to join her but the other girl is completely zoned out. "Is she okay?" You and Toni ask at the same time. Both of you sharing an awkward look with each other, neither of you had told the other about your own kiss with Shelby. Luckily, Fatin isn't stuck in an unknown love triangle and walks over to Shelby. You all watch as Shelby starts to brush her hair, it seems to stay tangled no matter what she does. Until the brush gets stuck in her hair. Fatin attempts to help her but Shelby goes into full freak out mode. "It's all ruined." She says as she grabs the scissors out of Fatin's bag. Fatin attempts to stop her but Shelby was inconsolable.

"I don't' fucking want it! I don't want it!"

#the wilds #the wilds x reader #shoni #shoni x reader #toni x reader #shelby x reader #toni shalifoe x shelby goodkind #toni x shelby #toni shalifoe x reader #shelby goodkind x reader

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 4 years

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A Disasterous Loaf-Life

“Bread”

@weweregoddesses

Pairings: Romantic Dukexiety

TWs: Swearing, Remus being Remus, Sexual Innuendos, Phallic Shaped Bread Creatures, some angst but not too much, Pretty Brief Heated Makeout, mentions of a parasite that affects humans, Implied Sexual Activities Post Fic End (no actual sex tho),

Summary: Two Pining Dumbasses Make Bread.

(This is so long I just got super carried away)

“Remus, is there a reason you’ve kneaded your dough into the shape of an ass?”

Virgil watched with a fond sigh as the man next to him proudly stood over the booty bread he’d lovingly crafted over the last ten minutes.

“Not really,”, Remus cackled, raising his hands, “Except for this!”, and with that, he brought down his hands in a flurry of obscene slaps to the fake rear. Virgil maintained his composure for all of a minute before he had to physically restrain his snickering.

God dammit, this fucking guy! Thirteen years and Remus was still the one person who could make him laugh like the world wasn’t watching.

“Well, when you’re finishing pulverising your Glutenous Maximus, are you gonna finally tell me what you’re actually shaping your loaf into this time?”, Virgil snarked affectionately.

Remus rolled his eyes; his emo dork was spending far too much time with Patton lately.

“Same as the last time we did this, duuuh.”, he retorted, as if that were common knowledge.

Virgil’s eyes widened, “.... You’re not serious.”

“As serious as Naegleria Fowleri.”

“.. as what?!”

“Y’know, that fucked up brain eating amoeba that they found in that one Disney water park-”

“NEVERMIND!”, Virgil hastily shook the thought away as he tended to his own dough, “Don’t tell me, I’ll have nightmares for weeks...”

The hoodie clad mad looked Remus up and down as he folded his own purple dyed dough, “.... Are you really going to attempt the Cocktopus again? Seriously?”

Remus shrugged, already forming the eight ‘tentacles’ in stunningly graphic detail, “Why not? You’re making purple bread again, why don’t I do the same?”

Well, he had him there. Really, Virgil had gone to make his bread purple without even thinking about it. Perhaps just being next to Remus after all this time had subconsciously brought him back to that same summer day they’d spent in the kitchen side by side making bread together. Virgil could hear his mother’s old junkbox of a radio blaring Redbone’s Come and Get Your Love while he and Remus slung flour at each other and danced about in their socks trying not to slip.

Being back in the same house - now passed down to him - making bread once again with Remus brought back so many memories and emotions. Most of them good, though as he looked over to the man he still loved absolutely going to town on his bread sculpting, Virgil couldn’t help but remember how much guilt he still harboured; he’d never expected Remus to kiss him out of the blue back then, but Virgil also hadn’t expected to silently run off to his room to calm down, only to find Remus had left.

Not just his home, but his life. Virgil hadn’t wanted to face Remus, unsure of how to handle his feelings, but seeing the moving sign on the Duke family’s front lawn that next week as he watched the moving van leave just that little bit too quickly for Virgil to say goodbye had plagued his mind more often than he cared to admit.

A gross, gooey wetness on his cheek hauled him back to the present, only to realise Remus had finished a surprisingly glorious cocktopus and had slathered some of the egg wash on his cheek.

“Earth to Tickle-Me-Emo, you good??”

Virgil would’ve socked him in the arm if Remus’ concerned smile didn’t send his heart racing too hard to consider it. He wiped the mixture off his cheek, only mumbling back at Remus as he formed his purple mix into little loafs, “I’m fine, just stop covering my face in slimy shit.”

“..... Okay, now I know something’s up. You never leave me room for innuendos like that.”

Not even waiting to clean the residual flour off of his hand, Remus softly reached out and Virgil anxiously awaited the touch on his cheek.

But it never came.

He watched as Remus seemed to course correct and he used his thumb to draw a line down his forehead, whispering, “Simbaaaaa-”

“Okay, fuck ooooff!”, Virgil had snorted, fondly swatting at Remus.

“Come on, Virge! You looked like you were gonna blow a blood vessel, how could I not diffuse the tension a little?”, Remus snickered, though the silence that followed wasn’t so comfortable somehow. Virgil struggled to place it until he noticed Remus’ expression falter. He didn’t get the chance to ask what was wrong before Remus spoke up,

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

A cold jolt shuddered along Virgil’s spine, rattling each vertebrae as it went.

“What’re you-”

“Why’d you invite me over, Virge?”

Truthfully, Virgil knew exactly why he had invited Remus from the outset; he wanted to see him again, drown in his presence, hopefully find out that he was single and still just as in love with Virgil after all these years as he was with Remus. But once Remus was there, single and right in front of him, he’d panicked - what else was new? - and resorted to turning their meeting into a catching up between old friends.

But people who are just friends don’t dream about being held by their friend at night, don’t fantasize about a future together, don’t lay awake at night regretting not having just taken the chance to be more when they had it.

They also don’t stare at their friend’s gorgeous toned body every chance they get, but that felt a little too pathetic to admit on top of everything else.

Virgil wasn’t aware of how quiet he’d been until Remus spoke again, “Here I am, thinking maybe you might want me back in your life for good, maybe even like me back if I was lucky....”, Remus paused forlornly, an expression that didn’t suit him in the slightest, “But even now you’re still anxious around me. Which, I mean, I get it. Why would you like me back after I just kissed you out of the blue like that-”

“But why would you want me-?!”

His voice wasn’t meant to come out so high pitched and whiny, but Virgil was more focused on trying to process what Remus had just said. Remus liked him still. After all this time. And yet, Virgil’s brain was still trying to ruin it.

“Remus, you… look at you!”, he gestured to all of him, “You’re still a fucking weirdo but you’re stupidly hot!”

Virgil kicked himself mentally, his hands raking through his hair and nails scraping his scalp, “Ugh, no! I mean! Fuck, Remus, I’ve been in love with you all this time! I haven’t even LOOKED at another guy in these last thirteen years, because whenever I even think about finding someone to settle down with, the only goddamn thing I can think about is how much I only want you-!”

The clattering of a knocked over kitchen table was the only warning Virgil got. Then all he could focus on was Remus’ arms wrapping around him, his breath cool against his neck.

“Then why’d you never tell me, you asshole?!”, Remus murmured against him.

Virgil wondered if he imagined the soft noise of relief Remus let out as Virgil hugged him.

“Because I’m the worst-”

“No.”, Remus cut him off, pulling back a little to give him an unimpressed look.

“No-?”

“No. Try again.”

Ah. It’d been years since Remus took this approach with him.

“,... Because I’m stupid-”

“Try agaaain.”, Remus droned, prodding one of the little purple loafs Virgil had lovingly been shaping from a circular loaf into a spider before all of this began.

“Dude, don’t poke my spiders-”

“Or what?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the quirk of a grin, “Don’t you dare-”

Remus narrowed his gaze, grinning as he plunged a finger into another spider loaf. Virgil tried to stop him all the while Remus cackled and kept dotting them with holes. Finally, Virgil conceded,

“Fine! I was scared, okay-?!”

The silence hung heavier than both men anticipated. Virgil would’ve found Remus stopping dead with his finger shoved into the spider loaf’s ass hilarious if he wasn’t too busy shaking with nerves.

“I was scared.”, he repeated, quietly dropping onto one of the chairs around the table, “I liked you so much back then too, but emotions are the fucking worst when you’re a kid and I was still trying to work shit out.”

The scooting of a chair let Virgil know Remus had sat down too.

“My anxiety just got worse the longer I couldn’t see you, but every time I thought about facing you, I just kept thinking “well, he deserves better anyway-!””

Sick of hearing Virgil self deprecating further, Remus all but hauled Virgil into his lap, their faces inches from touching, eye contact unbreaking.

“Virge,”, Remus purred barely above a whisper, “I mean this in the nicest way possible..”

The way their lips brushed over each other send shockwaves along Virgil’s spine, “But shut the fuck up.”

The scrawnier man didn’t need to be told twice. The second Remus’ lips pressed against his own, Virgil had no intention of breaking the contact until he needed air. Not that he’d mind suffocation if it was Remus’ lips doing the smothering. His left hand threaded itself in Remus’ hair while the right held onto his firm bicep. Fucking hell, Remus had never been this solid when they were kids. Since when did real, unphotoshopped people have muscles like these-!?

All of a sudden, Virgil couldn’t care less as Remus’ hands caressed his hips, earning a gasp Remus was more than willing to use to deepen their kiss. He got no complaints from Virgil who reciprocated the intensity of their kiss with no hesitation. It’d already cost him thirteen years with the man he loved, Virgil wasn’t about to hold himself back anymore.

…. Okay maybe he should have held back a little.

A surge of panic jolted him free of the makeout headspace when he felt himself tipping back. Right, they were on one of the kitchen chairs. A chair meant to only support one person. Thankfully, Remus noticed and leant back. Instead of Virgil toppling to the floor, he wound up on top of Remus on the floor, hissing as his knees made contact with the tiles.

“Fucking hell-! Oh shit, Remus, you okay-?!”

Remus groaned and scrunched his eyes at the pain. Virgil immediately feared that Remus had done himself a serious injury, however the man he was using as a seat cracked an eye open and sighed theatrically,

“Well, at least I’m gonna die with a raging boner.”

Virgil sighed. He was fine.

“Come on, let’s get these dumb loaves in the oven and then you can be horny all you want-“

Remus didn’t waste a second. He barely gave Virgil a second to get off of him before he was up on his feet. A gasp made Virgil take a break from dusting flour off of himself.

“MY COCKTOPUS!!! IT’S DEAD!!!!”

Well, that’s not a phrase you hear everyday. Sure enough, when Virgil followed Remus’ gaze, the poor phallic sea demon he’d constructed had deflated somewhat; it’s many ‘’tentacles’’ had fallen over and flattened while the head of the beast was beginning to sag. Virgil was about to tell Remus to leave it be when he noted how genuinely upset Remus was.

Sighing, Virgil rolled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows once more, “Alright, you can fix it, and THEN we’re making up for lost time..”

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... I have no excuses for this one, the idea came and I ran with it.

Special thanks to the ever wonderful and talented @accidental-sanders for helping flesh out this whole thing with me <3 Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #virgil #remus #this is so fucking dumb #and i LOVE it #please do read the tags #and shoutout to my always wonderful partner for helping me nail down the plot #and for screeching COCKTOPUS in all caps #I know you love these boyfs so #I hope this lives up to what you hoped it'd be like #my fics

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knightofameris · 4 years

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period pains pt. 2

a/n: I HAD TO SPLIT IT UP BECAUSE I REALIZED THE TAGS GOT MESSSYYYYYY SO LOL

also just like i mentioned in pt 1, i’m still getting used to writing for haikyuu boys but i think i have an okay grasp at them,,, bokuto is the one i’m least confident on

haikyuu boys taking care of their s/o who’s on their period ;-;

the boys in question: Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Sawamura Daichi, Bokuto Koutarou [i had to do noya and tanaka cus they’re PERFECT for THIS] [also under the cut, i didn’t realize how long it was ahahah]

[reposting AGAIN because it’s not showing up in the tags ):<]

nishinoya yuu

okay okay let’s say you’re stuck at home and you’re like oh shit

i don’t have anymore pads or tampons

must be pretty shitty so anyway (im sorry im not judging because this deadass happened to me twice LOL)

anyway you decide to text your boyfriend bb noya to get you some

and he’s like !!! I HAVE A MISSION AND IVE GOTTA HELP MY GIRL

because ya know he’s a simp king for yOU his sunshine

so he runs to the store to get you whatever you use

but then he sees all these different types of tampons and pads

this boy is overwhelmed

but then there’s some people in the same aisle as him

a couple he notices, and the girl giggles while whispering to her boyfriend “wow what a sweet boyfriend he is.” and he gets so PROUD

and the girl probably realized how lost he is and just told him to ask you.

so anyways he grabs the ones you told him to and the girl also tells him to get her favorite snacks and chocolate and heat packs and just everything you’d ever need

and he gets them he doesn’t care about no price tag 😤😤 anything for his queen

so when he gets to your place with all of these bags you’re like overwhelmed but your heart just BURSTS because he’s pulling out your favorite snacks and every other item while saying “this is for you in case you want to snack.” or “these heat packs will help your cramps” or “your favorite ghibli movie so we can watch together”

he’s so sweet i love him so much <3

needless to say y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling and stuff <3

tanaka ryuunosuke

okay i just really like the idea of the boys going on a tampon/pad run for you so like

a lot like noya, he is a SIMP KING for YOU his GIRL and he’s on a mission

so when he see’s all of these different types, like noya he’s overWHELMED

so he deadass texts you “what size vagina are you” while sending a photo of all the tampons and pads

what a dumbass

but you love him and at least it got a good laugh out of ya especially with everything.

when he goes to check out he feels people staring at him and but unlike that one text of those series of boyfriends buying pads/tampons for their girlfriends ( i hope you guys know which one i’m talking about)

tanaka would be so proud like “hell yeah i got a girlfriend and hell yeah i’m doing this for her because i LOVE HER”

we stan one man and his name’s tanaka ryuunosuke

anyways on his way home he also stops by a boba store and gets you your favorite drink

how sweet i love him

he also decides to spend the rest of the day with you and y’all watch movies or just sleep and he does whatever he can to help you get through your period

also he might’ve bought you wAY too much

like deadass probably a years worth. his reasoning is that there’s so much BLOOD probably i love him

sawamura daichi

daichi goes dadchi well i mean he is daddy but ya know

anywayyyyyy you probably were complaining to him about how your period was coming soon but that it was also late but you were still having ghost cramps

daichi has a moment of fear because he thinks you’re pregnant but then he remembers that the last time y’all did the do was before your last period, y’all been busy with volleyball and school okay lol

so daichi asks if there’s anything he can do because he wants to help however he can

but you’re probably just shake your head knowing he’s pretty busy with captain duties

he is a responsible dad and you love him for that and you dont want to take him from his kids but he kinda like is hesitant to not do anything for you.

so he just asks you to wait for him after practice so that he could walk you home and he also invites you to watch them

so that’s how you find yourself suddenly very aware of your period coming like the niagra falls and you dash over to your bag to see if you have any pads and for some reason!!! you forgot to restock!!! so you ask kiyoko

and she gives you some of hers

and you rush to the restroom

daichi’s confused but when you get back he looks over at you and has a look of concern so you just smile and give him a nod and a thumbs up

so anyway practice ended earlier than usual (probably because Daichi asked Ukai, but you didn’t know that but you did have a feeling)

Daichi walked with you (and the team also walked with you lol) and he went ahead to the store on the way home and just bought ALL of your favorite snacks AND chocolate

Noya and Tanaka go full on sad mode because they were like “that’s what I WOULD DO if I had a girlfriend” like that one meme with timmy turner’s dad, i hope y’all knwo what im talking about luh mao

so he walks you ALL the way to your place and he decides to stay awhile and your mom LOVES him so she’s fine with him in your room

he cuddles with you the rest of the evening before he has to go home and he makes sure to give you a bunch of forehead kisses or any other type of kisses.

i luv him <3

bokuto koutarou

okay sorry i had to use that gif cus HE’S SO THICC HIS ARMS BRO sorry sorry okay anyways

so you’re probably in hella pain one day but like you’re trying to get through the day with classes

usually you do work after school to wait for bokuto but this was a particularly bad day

so when you told bokuto that you’re gonna head home early he got all emo mode

“wha- do you not love me” and he has those dot eyes and you start to feel bad but like you’re in PAIN but you also know that he doesn’t particularly have the skill to tell how you’re feeling and stuff

ya gotta be really good at open communication with this kid

but open communication is good in general so like ya know

anyway, you’ll probably just tell him that you’re feeling sick because of your period or akaashi might mention something if he’s there

but anyway bokuto becomes hella understanding and tells you to rest up

during practice bokuto gets a little bit worried because he also wants to be a good boyfriend, ya know, so he probably talks to akaashi about all these things he’s going to do (it’s a little bit ,,, much. very extra LMAO)

but akaashi stops him and tells him that something small and simple might be best for you

so, he just makes sure to get some of your favorite snacks and runs on over to your place as soon as practice ends

once he gets to your place and you notice that he got you snacks and such it probably just makes your kokoro go doki doki LMAO

he probably apologizes for not really like realizing you were tired and in pain but you just make grabby motions towards him and he goes :D and dives into your bed, gently

he’s such a baby he probably rests his head ontop of your chest and like his legs are slotted against yours and you just hug him while playing with his hair

he lets you talk about your day and he talks about his day and as the two of you guys talk slowly the two of you fall asleep.

a/n: like i said in pt. 1, i was gon make parts of it nsfw because ya know, sometimes a little spice can help yo cramps LOL so if anyone wants an nsfw version i can do it, also again if someone wants other characters too ill do it. also im so sorry i felt a little lack of motivation for bokuto’s part im a clown

#nishinoya yuu x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #daichi x reader #nishinoya x reader #tanaka x reader #bokuto x reader #noya x reade #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#a.writes #💜.noya #💜.tanaka #💜.bokuto #💜.daichi

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animatedarchives · 4 years

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EIGHTY FOUR DAYS

— 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

author’s note: i was inspired to write about a ldr while listening to if the sheets were states by all time low. it also reminded me of hsm3 when troy and gabriella go to different universities :”) i hope y’all enjoy it!! hehe <3

genre: ANGST ANGST ANGST, a lil soft fluff at the end

warnings: none…? just ldr i guess,,, and sad emo hours

word count: 764 words

Four months.

Seventeen weeks.

One hundred and nine days.

That was how long you had managed to survive without your beloved boyfriend so far. After graduating from Seijoh, both you and Oikawa had chosen different universities to pursue what made you happy: for you it was art and for him it was volleyball. The problem? You were miles away from each other. You guys knew maintaining long distance relationships were difficult, but neither of you anticipated how truly agonising it would be.

“I miss you so much, baby...” he whispered. If you hadn’t been so tired that night, you would have caught the subtle crack in his voice as he spoke over the phone.

“I miss you too… I miss you so bad it hurts,” you replied. Your fingers tightened around the jacket he left behind for you, clutching it to your chest because that’s where it hurt the most. The faint smell of his scent still lingered, but was quickly becoming tainted by yours as you slept with it every night. As much as you wanted to preserve it, you couldn’t help but hug it to sleep because it was the closest you could get to holding him.

“I know, baby…” he sighed. “But I have to get some rest before training tomorrow morning.”

This was always the worst part of your daily late-night calls: saying goodbye. The last time you said it in person was at the airport when you were sending him off. The pain you felt after being separated was so intense, it almost felt physical. Saying goodnight after every call deepened the wound in your heart because it meant letting go of his presence that was already barely there. It was tormenting. It was like constantly being offered a glimpse of paradise only to have it snatched away much too soon, leaving you lonelier than you were before. Honestly, you could hardly comprehend how you were keeping it together so well.

“Y/N…”. The sound of him calling your name brought you back from your daze.

“Hmm?” you hummed in reply.

“I love you, okay? Please don’t ever forget that. I may be miles away, but my heart will always be where you are.”

Hearing the heartache in his voice quickly caused your vision to become blurry. Closing your eyes, you smiled weakly as a stray tear slipped down your cheek. “I love you too, Tooru. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

Your hand trembled as you brought the phone away from your ear and let out a shaky breath. Your eyes stung from looking directly at the bright light emanating from the screen in the otherwise dark room.

“Eighty four more days. Eighty four more days,” you reminded yourself. You stared longingly at the picture set as your lock screen, expression softening as you replayed the fond memory.

You guys had taken the photo two years ago at Disneyland; both of you wore Mickey Mouse ears and Oikawa had his arms wrapped around your waist, leaning over your shoulder to press a kiss to your temple. The photo was taken just after he had officially asked you to be his girlfriend and there was no way he would not document this precious moment in time - finally being able to claim the prize he coveted the most as his own.

Tearing your eyes away from the screen, you glanced at the space beside you, seemingly more empty without his body to fill it. The mattress, like you, missed his warmth. Your hand made its way to his side of the bed in a desperate attempt to reach for something that wasn’t there. Underneath your tender fingers was the only thing in the room that permanently held his presence - his shape pressed into the memory foam.

Even the universe seemed to reflect the emptiness inside your heart. The night sky was barren, aside from a few specks of white dotting the midnight blue canvas. Even then, the stars resembled tiny embers that were struggling to maintain their light. They were nothing compared to the beautiful bright constellations you and Oikawa would spend hours admiring together.

However, despite this vast emptiness, the moon remained hopeful, illuminating the bleak sky and giving light to the stars. As you gazed out your window at the glowing sphere, you too seemed to catch a glimmer of its promise.

A promise that although apart, you and Tooru still share the same sky every night.

A promise that one day, you will share not only the sky but a sweet kiss as your hearts beat together as one again.

In just eighty four more days.

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years

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Late for Class

Summary: Reader and Sam are late to their classes because they were helping each other get ready.

TW/CW: Emo!College Student!Sam Winchester x Emo!College Student!Reader. Reference to sexy times XD

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Hi! So I saw that your requests are open so we all know Sam Winchester definitely had an emo faze I’m Stanford so what if the reader and him where just being a really cute emo couple and they helped eachother with their eyeliner and make up and clothes and it’s just overall two emos having a good time? :)"

Word Count: 733

A/N: Ngl, the wallet chain dilemma is literally a problem that I have often lmao. I hope this is alright. I tried to make it longer but it just didn’t work well. Anyway, as always, love to all!

Your POV “Sammy, can you help me decide which wallet chain to wear today?” I called to my boyfriend who was currently in the bathroom getting ready for class. Today, he chose to wear a black t-shirt with skulls on it, ripped black jeans, and his combat boots. I on the other hand am wearing a Green Day shirt, ripped jeans, red flannel tied around my waist, and combat boots with a leather jacket to top it off.

“Yeah, if you help me with my freaking eyeliner that is being a bitch today for some reason,” he answers, poking his head out of the bathroom door.

I laugh and join him in the bathroom where he lifts me up to sit on the counter. He leaves his hands on my hips as he closes his eyes. I giggle at the mess he’s made with his liner and grab a makeup wipe to create a clean slate. Then, I carefully connect the dots of his lashes with the eyeliner pencil before smudging it out slightly with my finger. “Open and look up,” I instruct and he promptly does so. I again carefully draw a line along his lashes before smudging it slightly as well. Just like that, I’ve fixed his eyeliner and hop down to return to the dilemma of my wallet chain. Today, I can’t decide if I want to wear the one with two chains or the one with three. Sammy joins me and I hold them out to him for him to choose.

He thinks for a moment before deciding, “I’d say the two chained one.”

So, with that, I attach my wallet chain to my wallet and belt loop and check the time and realize, “Oh shit, we’re going to be late for our classes.” Together, Sam and I rush off to our classes mine is a Math class and his is an English class.

Several moments later, I’m dropping into my seat in class as the teacher is chatting with a few students. She turns to me and chuckles, “You look rather flustered.”

“Yeah, sorry I’m late,” I respond sending her an apologetic smile.

“Was it because of Stuff this time or because of something else,” I laugh at her reference to my last time being late which was because Sam decided he wanted me to shower with him that morning and it had gotten out of hand. Our teacher is one of those that everyone wants for a teacher because she’s pretty laid back and understands what it’s like to be a college student. She even gives us three chances to be late or absent before she starts scolding us or disciplining us. I hope Sam’s teacher won’t be too hard on him either.

I laugh and rub the back of my neck, “Technically yes, but not in the way you’re thinking. He needed me to help him with his eyeliner and I needed his help picking my outfit.”

She laughs and my friend who always sits behind me laughs, “Gah, that is so couple goals. I wish I had a boyfriend like yours.”

The teacher laughs as she turns to the board to begin our lesson, “Don’t we all?” I pull out a pen and my notebook to start taking notes and can’t help but giggle to myself as I think of how Sam will react when I recount this story to him later.

Later that evening, I rejoin Sam in his dorm room to do homework and hang out before our friends come over for a game night. I drop my bag by the couch and plop down as he puts on a vinyl and grabs his own backpack. He takes a seat beside me, “How’d your day go?” I laugh, “Pretty good. As expected, my Math teacher wasn’t upset about my being late. How did yours take it?”

“He was passive aggressive as always but didn’t give me any extra homework or anything,” he answers as he digs around in his backpack.

“My teacher asked me why I was late like she usually does. Except, she asked me and I quote, ‘Was it because of Stuff this time or because of something else?’” I recall.

Sammy laughs and looks over at me, “You’re kidding? What did you tell her?”

“I told her technically you were partially to blame because we were helping each other get ready,” I answer. He shakes his head and hands me a pack of flashcards. We spend the next hour or so going through these flashcards for our Biology exam. By then, our friends have arrived so we all gather around the coffee table to get set up for Monopoly.

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Sleepality - Inky Freckles

SHIPS: Sleepality, background Virmile and Thomgan, and mentioned Dukeceit (though neither of them show up)

WARNINGS: Remus sends one text message with an implied threat (not towards the recipient), very very background sympathetic deceit and remus (they aren't acc in any scenes), mild swearing

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Patton chewed distractedly on the end of his pen, tapping his foot on his bedroom floor as his eyes remained on his clock, watching as the seconds and the minutes ticked by.

Five minutes. Ten seconds.

Five minutes and ten seconds until the moment he turned sixteen.

January 15th, 1:46 am on the dot: the exact date and time of Patton’s birth. Precisely sixteen years after that moment, his soul would open up, and the bond between him and his soulmate would be formed, like an invisible string from one soul to the other. Any ink spilled on Patton’s skin would show up on his soulmate’s, too, and vice versa. Of course, nothing would happen if Patton’s soulmate wasn’t also sixteen yet, but it was still a big moment in his young life.

(If he even had a soulmate, that was. Most people didn’t, but Patton wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hopeful.)

Four minutes. Thirty-six seconds.

Patton got up from his desk, pacing around the room a few times before sitting down on his bed, leaning back against the pillows and pulling his knees to his chest. Despite the coolness of his room, and the goose-bumps on his arms, he was dressed in a worn blue t-shirt and pyjama shorts, revealing as much skin as possible, just in case. His father, Roman, had gifted him a new pack of pens – the ones made specially to be safe for skin – and he’d picked out the glittery light blue one, his favourite colour, ready to write.

Three minutes. Twelve seconds.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Patton mumbled.

Three minutes. Seven seconds.

He yawned loudly, stretching and almost dropping his pen. It was late – much later than he usually stayed up. Patton was a well-behaved kid; he went to bed when his father told him to, never stayed out past curfew. He was usually fast asleep by 11pm at latest, so this was rather unusual for him.

Tonight was one of a kind, after all.

Two minutes. Fifty-one seconds.

The tick of the clock was maddeningly slow, every second seeming to take hours. Patton couldn’t wait for when he didn’t have to keep watching.

He reached over to his bedside table, taking his phone and switching it on.

There was one new message, from his uncle Remus, sent a few minutes ago.

UNCLE REMUS

tell your soulmate if he ever hurts you ill rip off his dick and shove it down his throat

Patton sighed, switching off his phone and placing it back down beside him. He wasn’t sure why his uncle was so certain that he had a soulmate – he claimed it was because he was psychic, though his husband, Janus, had chided him and told him not to get Patton’s hopes up.

It was hard not to be hopeful. Impossible.

One minute. Forty-nine seconds.

Patton chewed nervously on his lip, looking over his freckled arms and wondering what exactly he’d write to his soulmate.

Would a simple ‘hello’ suffice?

There was no point in writing a whole paragraph, especially when it was statistically unlikely that Patton even had a soulmate – and even if he did, perhaps they were younger, and their connection wouldn’t start until his soulmate turned sixteen, too.

One minute. Zero seconds.

A minute. A minute. A minute. Just a minute until Patton (maybe) talked to his soulmate for the first time. That was so little time – though it felt like so much.

Patton couldn’t help but burst into delighted laughter, and he was sure that if anybody was watching him, they’d think he was insane. The hope bubbled up inside him, like a cup overflowing with water, unable to be suppressed.

Fifty seconds.

He moved forward, and then lay down on his back, spreading his arms out like a starfish.

Patton tried to keep the hope down, tried to keep it from spilling over even more. Or maybe that was nausea, swirling in his stomach, but it almost felt too good to be that. Too happy. Too excited. Both, maybe.

Forty seconds.

Patton twirled the pen in his hand.

It slipped from his fingers, hitting the carpet with a quiet thump.

He bent down – wobbling slightly and nearly tumbling right off his bed – picking it back up and then sitting up again. He moved so his back was pressed against the wall, and tilted his head up to look at the pattern at the ceiling, counting each swirl.

He glanced back at the clock.

Twenty seconds.

His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and his eyes remained on the clock, watching it tick.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Zero.

Zero. Zero. Zero.

Patton sat up straight, squeezing the pen tightly, so tightly that his nails dug into his palm.

He pulled off the cap, dropping it on the bed beside him and holding the tip just above his wrist. His hand shook (nervousness or excitement? Both) as he pondered what to write for another moment.

He pressed the pen to his skin.

Hello?

Hopefully that was good enough.

Patton waited a few seconds, almost a whole minute, and then sighed, leaning back so his head hit the wall and closing his eyes. He was disappointed, but he knew that it was his own fault. He shouldn’t have let himself get so hopeful. Maybe he didn’t have a soulmate – that was alright, his uncles weren’t soulmates and yet they were wonderfully happy together.

(But his brother, Emile, did have a soulmate, and there was something amazing about the way he and Virgil could practically read each other’s minds, communicating effortlessly without saying a word. Patton wanted that. He really, desperately wanted that, more than anything else in the world.)

He wouldn’t cry.

He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t.

His lower lip trembled.

All of a sudden, Patton felt a funny sensation on his wrist, like someone else was writing on it – the non-existent pen so light on his skin he almost couldn’t feel it. Almost.

Patton’s eyes shot open, and he immediately lifted his wrist to stare at it, wide-eyed.

His breath stuttered at the words now written in black ink just below his greeting.

holy shit

Before Patton could truly process what was going on, before he could regain his breath, the sensation resumed, and more words began to appear below those first ones.

guess im ur soulmate lol

Patton couldn’t help but giggle, practically vibrating with excitement.

He picked his pen back up, ignoring the slight stain he’d left on his bedsheets. He’d spilt enough juice and milk on his bed to care about one little stain, especially right now, when he had a much more important thing to focus on.

Oh my gosh!!!!!!

Soulmate!!!

Im Patton!

Patton Picani!!!

thats a lot of exclamation marks babe

Nervousness tinged the edges of Patton’s bubble of excitement, enough that he almost didn’t notice the use of the word ‘babe’, which made his heart skip a beat.

sorry

not a bad thing

its cute

Patton bit his lip, wiggling excitedly as his heartrate increased. He watched as the words continued coming. They were messy, but Patton was sure the handwriting was the prettiest he’d ever seen, though he could admit that he might’ve been a little biased. He would read a million books written in this handwriting.

im Remy

Sanders

my bdays acc the 16th lol

tomorrow

i turn 17

Its my birthday today!!!!

Only after Patton wrote that did he realise how obvious it was – of course it was his birthday – but he didn’t particularly care. The ticking of the clock had faded into background noise, and it was hard to believe it had ever annoyed him so much, though it was impossible for him to think of anything negative right now. He was floating on cloud nine.

happy birthday

were running out of arm space

id have to strip to get leg room

wanna gimme ur number?

Okay!!!

They quickly exchanged phone numbers, and Patton immediately grabbed his phone, creating a new contact labelled ‘Remy’ followed by seven colourful hearts – a rainbow of love. But before he could text Remy, Remy texted him first.

REMY:

what time is it for u

Patton glanced at the clock.

PATTON:

Almost 2am

REMY:

same

Realisation struck Patton, and his eyes widened with guilt and concern. He bit his lip, and quickly resumed typing.

PATTON:

Oh my gosh im so sorry!!!! Did I wake you up?

REMY:

nah babe dw bout it

i was already up

i always sleep late

PATTON:

That sounds unhealthy :(

Get some rest!!!

REMY:

u sound like my dads lol

PATTON:

What are they like?

REMY:

my dads?

its just the three of us

their names are logan and thomas and theyre the sappiest motherfuckers on earth

gotta love em tho

theyre gonna be real thrilled when they find out bout u

bet theyll love you right away

wbu

whats ur fam like

PATTON:

Oh! Well ive got my dad

His name’s Roman

He works in theatre!!! Hes so cool

And I’ve got my older brother Emile hes 22 and hes a therapist

He uses cartoons to help people!!

Hes also got a soulmate his name is Virgil and hes a florist

They got married last year and the wedding was so much fun!!! So many pretty flowers!!!

And I’ve got my uncle Remus hes my dads twin hes a writer and his husband Janus is a lawyer theyre also both so cool!!!

And that’s everyone!!

REMY:

if theyre all as sweet as u sugar then im sure ur all v popular

PATTON:

Well we do have dinner with our neighbours a lot!!!

Mrs Smith gives me lots of candy

Its often stale but I eat it anyway cos shes just so sweet!

Sweeter than her candy lol

Patton’s door suddenly swung open, and he jumped, his phone slipping from his fingers and landing right in his lap. His father, Roman, stepped inside, yawning and rubbing his eyes, wincing at the bright light that hung from the ceiling.

“You still up, Pat?” He asked sleepily.

He squinted, his eyes landing on the still-on phone in Patton’s lap.

“Who are you te- by the glittering horn of a unicorn! Is that writing on your arm?” He sat down, taking Patton’s arm and looking over the words. He then glanced back up at his son, his eyes shining excitedly. “You have a soulmate,” He breathed.

“I do!” Patton exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in place. “His name is Remy and he turns seventeen tomorrow and he’s just so cool!”

Roman beamed. “Wow, I’m so incredibly happy for you, Pat!” He said. Then, he chuckled, his smile turning a little teasing. “But... it’s late, and you really should be sleeping. And I’m betting that Remy should be, too.”

Patton pouted a little. “But it’s a Friday! I don’t have any school tomorrow.”

“But the family’s coming over tomorrow at 10 for your birthday, and I know you. You’re gonna be all grumbly in the morning, instead of our happy-pappy Patton, and that’ll be even worse the less sleep you get.”

Patton drooped, like a little wilting flower, but couldn’t deny that his father was right.

“Okay...” He frowned, picking up his phone, switching off the screen without looking at it, and holding it against his chest. “Can I at least say night to Remy, first?”

Roman smiled. “Sure.”

He leant forward, squeezing Patton’s arm supportively, before pressing a quick kiss to his son’s forehead. Roman gave him one last smile, affectionately ruffling his hair, before pulling back and standing up. He brushed the non-existent dirt from his pyjamas.

“Goodnight, Pat,” He said. “And happy birthday.”

In the excitement that was talking to Remy, Patton had almost forgotten that it was his birthday, and he blinked in surprise as Roman left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Patton then took a deep breath, before switching his phone back on to see whatever messages he’d missed.

REMY:

u rlly r an angel huh

PATTON:

Awwwww!!

Your making me blush

REMY:

thats the goal babe

PATTON:

Such a flirt!!

REMY:

im gonna be ten times more flirty when i get to see ur pretty face in person

PATTON:

How do you know Im pretty?

You havent even seen me yet

REMY:

i can just tell

im awesome like that

i bet ur the cutest person in the whole damn world

the whole damn universe

but while were on the subject of seeing each other

were waiting to meet naturally right?

PATTON:

Yeah!

Its good luck

REMY:

yea

PATTON:

Welp!!!

Dad says I gotta go to sleep now!!

Night <3<3<3

REMY:

night xoxox

Patton switched off his phone, placing it on his bedside table and getting off the bed. He wobbled slightly as he stood up, suddenly realising how tired he really was, and quickly walked up to his fairy lights, switching them on before switching off the main light. He then climbed back into bed, settling in the soft nest of pastel pillows and blankets, and his last thought before he fell asleep was of his soulmate.

He barely knew Remy, but he already couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with him.

***

The sound of the alarm from Remy’s phone rang through the room, waking him up suddenly. His immediate reaction was to groan, shutting it off quickly and then returning to the warm comfort of his mattress and pillows and blanket. It was the weekend, he had no plans, so if his dads wanted him up, they could come in and get him up themselves. Remy wanted to sleep.

Then, the memories of the night before flooded back to him, and he shot up in bed, pulling out his arm and staring at it wide-eyed.

The words Patton had written last night had now been washed away – likely to leave room for new words and new conversations – whilst Remy’s words still remained, though now a little smudged and faded. The only sign that Patton’s words had ever been there in the first place was the new word on his wrist, just below his palm, in baby blue, like the ones before.

Morning <3

Remy grinned, jumping out of bed much more enthusiastically than he usually did, grabbing the black pen on his bedside table and rushing to the bathroom, thankfully not bumping into either of his dads on the way there.

He washed his arms as quickly as he could, leaving them a little sore and red, though he didn’t care, and uncapped his pen with his teeth, leaving the lid in his mouth.

mornin

!!!!!

Do you always get up this late?

Remy laughed. The handwriting was a little larger and a little neater than his, and each i was dotted with a heart, which made him even more convinced that his soulmate was probably the cutest person on earth.

what time is it

10:30

later usually

what time did u get up

8:30

oof

i could never

What do you do for school then?

suffer

Remy took the pen lid out of his mouth, pocketing it and twirling the uncapped pen between his fingers, watching as more light blue words appeared on his arm. The sensation was feather-light, barely there, but impossible to ignore.

Aww no!!

I don’t want you to suffer :(

dw babe ive got coffee

life saver

id die without it

100%

Well make sure you don’t drink too much!!!!

Its bad for you!!

dw my dad always tells me that

he keeps an eye on it

Which one?

logan

Okay

There was a brief pause, and Remy almost continued writing, but he got the feeling that Patton wasn’t done, so he just waited patiently, tapping his foot against the tiled bathroom floor.

Do you mind if I doodle on my arms?

I usually do when Im bored but I thought Id ask

I wont if you don’t want me to tho

go ahead

what do u doodle?

I usually just connect my freckles

Like little constellations!!!!

It was impossible to keep the grin on Remy’s face from widening – Patton's enthusiasm was adorable and infectious – and he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, crossing one leg over the other as he pressed his pen to his skin and continued writing.

u got a lot of freckles?

Yup!

Theyre everywhere

everywhere?

Yeah!

one day

im gonna kiss every single one of your freckles

(Perhaps that was a little bold for only their second conversation, but Remy was a natural flirt, and Patton was his soulmate, after all. He’d back down at any sign of discomfort, but so far Patton had seemed receptive.)

every single one

Thats a lot of kisses

not enough

but itll be a good start

A little, swirly scribble appeared just beside the words Remy had written – the universal key-smash equivalent for soulmates writing on their skin. Just the thought that he was already able to fluster Patton so easily made Remy very, very happy. He grinned.

Gtg! Presents time!

Ill talk to you later <3<3<3

later xoxo

Remy fished the pen lid back out of his pocket, capping the pen and pocketing it. He then strolled back out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and towards the kitchen.

His fathers were both sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and talking. Their legs were pressed together under the table, and it was clear they’d just been flirting. Both Logan and Thomas looked up when Remy entered the room, surprised.

“What kind of natural disaster got you up before midday?” Thomas joked.

Remy waved his arm, showing off the writing, and Logan choked on his coffee. Thomas patted his back a few times worriedly, and Remy waited impatiently for the conversation to resume, tapping his foot against the floor.

“Is that what I think it is?” Logan asked incredulously, once he was breathing again.

Remy nodded. “Yup. Can I make coffee?”

Thomas nodded slowly, but it was clear he was much more focused on the previous topic at hand.

“You have a soulmate?” He asked. “Oh my gosh! What’s their name? Aren’t you gonna tell us about them?”

“Well, his name’s Patton,” Remy began, heading towards the coffee machine and immediately getting to work to make himself a large mug. “It’s his birthday today – it was actually, like, 2am, or something – and he’s real cute. I think you’ll both like him.”

Thomas exchanged a look with his husband – the former much more openly thrilled, whilst the latter looked more confused, though undeniably pleased. He then stood up, opening his arms immediately.

“I think this calls for a family hug,” Thomas grinned.

Logan sighed, but put his own coffee mug back down, getting up obediently.

Remy groaned. “Really? Before my coffee? Do I have to?”

“Yup! Right now,” Thomas said, wrapping one arm around Logan’s waist and resting his chin on his head, keeping his other arm outstretched, awaiting their son. “This is a big moment! It calls for a family hug. C’mere.”

“There is no point refusing, Remy,” Logan said dryly. “I learnt that a long time ago.”

“Aww, you love me.”

“Of course. That is why we got married, after all.”

Remy groaned again. “Are you two really flirting, right now? Gross.”

“Well, if you want us to stop flirting, you’re gonna have to join the hug.”

Remy sighed exaggeratedly, dragging his feet as he walked up to his dads, reluctantly joining the family hug. Then, he pulled back as quickly as he could get away with, making a face and turning back to the coffee machine. He quickly made himself a large mug – with excessive amounts of milk and sugar, something his father would usually criticise, though he seemed to turn a blind eye for today.

Remy then sat down at the table, beside Thomas, sipping eagerly at his coffee and leaning back in his chair.

His fathers didn’t take their eyes off of his arm, clearly reading the words, and after about a minute, Remy rolled his eyes, placing the coffee on his table and crossing his arms.

“What are you looking at?”

“Attitude, Remy,” Thomas sighed. “Be nice. And we’re looking at your arm because we’re excited! You have a soulmate, that’s a really big deal! We should celebrate.”

Remy perked up. “Celebrate?”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Perhaps tonight we could have dinner at the Italian place that you like.”

“Ooh, the one with that fancy pasta?”

“Weren’t we planning on going there tomorrow?” Thomas asked his husband.

Remy blinked, surprised. “We were?”

Thomas blinked, and then gave his husband a slightly sheepish smile. “I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that.”

Logan sighed. “Well, I think we can put that off for tomorrow, then. Today... you may invite a few friends over.” Remy opened his mouth, but Logan quickly continued, interrupting him before he could speak. “Three friends, maximum. No parties.”

Remy pouted. “Only three? Lame.”

“If you complain, we’ll bring it down to two.”

“Three sounds great!”

***

Patton picked up his phone, holding it to his ear as he paced casually around his room.

“Emile!” He greeted. “How are you?”

“Happy birthday, Pat!” Emile greeted cheerfully, and Patton could practically hear the usual smile on his face. “And I’m doing great. Virgil invited his brother to dinner yesterday, so that was fun, and I had a real breakthrough with one of my clients, too. You?”

“I’m good! Hey, do you think this counts as Remy and my anniversary? I mean, I know we haven’t actually really met, yet, but it’s been a year since we first spoke, and we are soulmates. Does that count? Would it be weird to count it?”

Emile hummed. “I think that if you want it to count, it counts.”

“That’s a bit vague,” Patton sighed.

Emile laughed. “That’s just how it works, I’m afraid. How is Remy anyway? It’s his birthday tomorrow, right?”

Patton perked up at the opportunity to talk about his soulmate. “Remy’s great! He got a new job at the Starbucks near his house; he’s pretty excited about it. And yup, it’s his birthday tomorrow! He turns eighteen. It’s a funny coincidence, isn’t it? That our birthdays are so close?”

“It’s actually a lot more common for soulmates to have these similarities than you’d think,” Emile said. “Close birthdays, close locations, things like that. I mean, Virgil and I were both born in the same hospital.”

“Really? Oh, that’s cool!” Patton smiled.

He sat down on his bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged, and moving so his back was against the wall, half-sitting on one of his pillows.

“Yup! I’ve researched a lot about these things,” Emile said. “And- oh, Virgil, there you are!”

Patton heard rustling on the other end of the line, like Emile was temporarily putting his phone down, probably to greet and kiss his husband. He waited patiently, humming a song from the Steven Universe movie and drumming his fingers against his leg. His eyes scanned the various words written across his arms. Shiny black and glittery light blue. There were doodles, too – lines connecting the dots of his freckles, done by himself, and little stars and moons and hearts by Remy.

Then the rustling resumed, more movement, and Patton stopped humming.

“Morning, Pat,” Virgil greeted.

Patton smiled. “Virgil! How’s work going?”

“Not bad. I helped a guy arrange a hate-bouquet for his ex-boyfriend yesterday, so that was fun.”

“Sounds interesting!”

Virgil hummed in agreement, and it sounded like he was nodding. “I’m gonna hand the phone back to Emile, now. Happy birthday, kid.”

“Thanks!”

There was another moment of rustling, and then Emile returned.

“Okay, Virgil and I have to get to work,” Emile said. “We’re stopping by later for dinner, dad already knows. And, before you ask, no I will not tell you what your gift is, you’re gonna have to wait and see.”

Patton pouted. “Aww, okay. Bye!”

“Bye!”

Patton hung up the phone, before switching over to the texting app, and opening up his conversation with Remy.

PATTON

Hey im running out of space

So im gonna clean my arm

Can you too?

Remy responded almost immediately, as he usually did.

REMY

sure

one sec

Patton smiled, getting up and pocketing his phone. He headed over to the bathroom, quickly scrubbing away the words on his arms (he could leave the ones still remaining on his legs and torso, for now), and watching as Remy’s words disappeared at about the same time.

He then returned to his bedroom, sitting back down on his bed and fetching and uncapping his favourite pen.

The moment the tip of his pen touched his skin, a small black dot appeared just below it, like Remy was doing the exact same on his side – unintentionally trying to write in unison. All of a sudden, a wave of peace and happiness washed over Patton, but the emotions didn’t come from within himself. No, they came from an outside source, from somewhere else. Not from him.

From Remy.

At first, Patton was confused, disoriented, and then his heart skipped a beat, and he lifted his pen from his wrist.

The feeling stopped.

He then returned the pen to his wrist, creating another dot of light blue ink. For a moment, nothing happened, the feeling didn’t return, but then a small black speck appeared just beside his.

This time, the happiness was joined by an almost cautious excitement, tinged with something else.

What was it?

Love?

Love.

It felt like Patton was loving himself, except the love came from elsewhere, it came from Remy. Like a warm, comfortable blanket of love, wrapping around him and keeping him safe.

Patton beamed, wide and toothy and delighted, leaning back against the pillows and practically wiggling with excitement, careful to keep his pen tip on his wrist. A similar, thrilled feeling came back at him, and Patton quickly realised that whatever feelings he was getting from Remy, Remy was probably getting some very similar feelings in return from him.

damn babe

either something v weird is happening to me or thats ur feelings im feeling

I can feel it too!!!

Oh my gosh!

good i was worried i might be drunk

Have you been drinking?

nah thats why i was worried lmao

would be v weird to be drunk with no booze

Well that sure would be unusual!

The feelings from Remy weren’t constant, they only surfaced when both Patton and Remy were writing at once – flashes of emotions that were practically addicting. He wanted to keep feeling those feelings forever.

this is v weird

on and off

think itll get more constant the more we talk?

like we wont need to be both writing at the same time to feel it or smth?

Yeah!

I think so

Thats what happened with Em and Virge at least

cool

cant wait

There was a brief pause, and then Remy’s writing resumed.

can we doodle?

might make the empathy connection thingy better

Sure!

Patton giggled, unable to help himself, before pressing the tip of his pen to one of his freckles and drawing a thin line from it to another. Then another and another and another. Over and around the written words. He wasn’t making any specific shape or pattern in particular, just connecting the numerous dots. As he did this, Patton felt new shapes and doodles appearing on his legs, though he couldn’t see them through his trousers. Hearts and stars and moons and pawprints, most likely. The last one was new – Patton’s favourite.

He could feel Remy’s peace and contentment and love (love, love), like it was flowing through the air and seeping through his skin, filling him with happiness. Sometimes, it even increased for a brief moment, usually just after Patton’s happiness bubbled over into delighted giggles. It was a cycle – happiness creating happiness creating happiness.

Patton loved Remy. Remy loved Patton.

Love. Love. Love.

***

“Hey, Remy!”

Remy glanced up from his phone, straightening up as noticed and watched his best friend, Toby, approaching him. His foot tapped impatiently against the pavement, and his sunglasses were on to shield his eyes from bright midday sun.

“Gurl, what was taking you so long?” Remy complained, stuffing his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms, practically pouting. “I’ve been waiting here for, like, hours.”

Toby gave him a dry look. “I’m ten minutes late.”

“And that’s, like, ten hours in gay-and-in-a-hurry time.”

“In a hurry? What the hell are we even doing? Your text was very vague.”

“Well, it’s my dad’s birthday in a-”

“Which one?”

“Thomas. Bitch, stop interrupting me.”

Toby laughed, and Remy glared at him. He held his hands up defensively in mock surrender, and then gestured for Remy to continue.

“Anyway, it’s my dad’s birthday on Sunday and I’m supposed to get him a gift. I dunno what, though, so you’re gonna help me.”

“I’m pretty sure you know him better than I do.”

Remy shushed him. “Gurl, I am not letting you get out of helping me. So, we’re going to-”

He suddenly froze, going silent. Remy’s brow then creased, too, and after a moment of stillness he began to rapidly pat his arms and legs, like he was looking for something, though he didn’t seem to find it. Toby gave him a bewildered look.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“I can feel Patton’s emotions,” Remy said.

He could, but only barely – just little hints of Patton, pricking the edges of his soul – much less than he was used to, but still impossible to ignore. He was used to these feelings by now, always recognising them immediately, though this time it was... different.

“Okay... so, he’s writing to you? Isn’t that normal?”

Remy looked back at him, looking just as confused as Toby. “No, he isn’t. He isn’t writing to me. No ink.”

“He... isn’t?”

“I can always feel it,” Remy explained. “Always. But not right now. Why... why-” He froze, his eyes widening behind his dark sunglasses.

“What?”

“He must be close. He must- oh my god, he must be close!” Remy looked around quickly, at all of the surrounding pedestrians. None of them looked right – none of them were Patton – but he could practically sense him. He was so close.

Toby blinked. “Really?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes. Yes, really. I know what I’m talking about!” Remy exclaimed, perhaps a little harsher than intended. “The empath shit only happens when you write or when you’re close. Gurl, that’s, like, common knowledge.”

Toby held his hands up. “Right, uh... sorry.” He cleared his throat. “So, how are we gonna find him?”

Remy’s brow scrunched up in thought. “I don’t know.”

His best friend shrugged, even more lost than he was.

“Maybe... maybe...” Remy continued, trailing off, before he suddenly straightened up. “It’ll get stronger the closer I get to him, so I just have to follow where it’s stronger, right? Like... like getting warmer and colder.”

Toby nodded slowly. “That makes sense. So, uh, walk around, and we’ll go in the direction that makes it stronger.”

Remy immediately began to pace in circles around Toby, pulling a slightly panicked face when at one point the feeling completely disappeared. Then, it got stronger, a wave of anticipation and curiosity, nervousness and excitement.

It suddenly hit Remy that if he could feel Patton, then Patton could feel him, too.

Patton was probably looking for him.

The corners of Remy’s lips twitched up into a smile. He was practically oozing excitement, and it was contagious, as Patton’s also seemed to increase – even Toby began smiling, too.

Toby patted him on the shoulder.

“Go on, follow your gut. I’ll be right behind you.”

Remy immediately turned on his heel, sprinting in the direction the emotions seemed to be coming from, and Toby almost tripped over his own feet following him. The empathy got stronger and stronger and stronger with every step, until it was even stronger than it usually was, and as his excitement further increased, so did Patton’s.

He rounded a corner, and immediately ran right into someone running at a similar speed, and they both tumbled to the ground with two loud thumps.

“Ah, fuck,” Remy groaned, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose as a jolt of pain shot down his leg.

“Oof,” The other boy winced.

His voice was like a bell, ringing through the air: suddenly the only sound that Remy could hear.

That was when Remy realised that Patton’s emotions were now equal to his own – mixing together in Remy’s soul until they were one and the same. It was almost like they were thinking and feeling as one, which was rather disorienting, to say the least.

Patton... Patton was right in front of him.

Remy opened his eyes, immediately coming face-to-face with the most gorgeous person he had even seen – a wide-eyed and freckled boy, about a year younger than Remy, staring back at him with parted lips and an equally startled expression. He was wearing a blue and grey t-shirt, showing off his arms and the words Remy had written to him today, and all the constellations he’d doodled on his own skin. Now, Remy could see the stars that he’d been missing, and, in his opinion, they were even better than the ones in the night sky.

Patton.

Patton, Patton, Patton.

“Patton,” Remy breathed.

“Remy.”

Remy laughed, uncontrolled and loud and delighted, sitting up straight and taking Patton’s hand in his own, squeezing it. It was warm and soft, Remy never wanted to let go, and when Patton squeezed back, he felt... complete. Perfect. Heaven.

Patton smiled – like a shining sun, one that thankfully didn’t hurt to look at, as Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“Wow,” Remy laughed. “You’re... wow.”

“Wow,” Patton echoed.

People were probably staring at them – Toby included – but Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of Patton to check. Patton seemed to be doing similarly, his eyes slowly taking in every part of Remy’s body, before returning to his face, staring into his eyes.

Patton’s eyes were brown, like honey in the sunlight. Beautiful.

“It’s... it’s nice to finally meet you,” Patton said softly.

“Likewise.”

There was a beat.

“You are gorgeous,” Remy continued, the words coming out before he could stop himself. He almost regretted blurting it out, but then Patton’s face turned a particularly pretty shade of pink, and Remy immediately grinned.

Patton squeezed his hand. “You, too.”

“Oh, I know I’m hot, babe,” Remy said, making Patton giggle. “But you, you’re... you’re an angel. Like, damn, how the hell did I get so lucky? I must’ve done something really freaking amazing in a past life to have deserved you.”

“You’re even more of a flirt in person,” Patton smiled, a little teasingly.

Remy laughed. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I warned you.”

“You did,” Patton said, smiling fondly.

“Is it too soon to ask if I can kiss you?” Remy asked suddenly. His tone of voice was casual, like he was joking, but they both knew – Patton could probably sense – that he was serious.

Patton didn’t hesitate, answering quickly. “No. I mean, yes. I mean... no, it’s not too soon. Please?”

Remy didn’t waste any time, reaching forward, carefully cradling Patton’s face in his hand and kissing him gently. His lips were soft and warm and Remy never wanted to stop kissing him. Patton covered Remy’s hand with his own free one, kissing back a little clumsily, though it was without a doubt enthusiastic.

Then, he got a little too enthusiastic, and Remy tumbled backwards, pulling Patton along with him.

They broke apart, and after a moment of startled – slightly awkward – silence, they both started laughing loudly, and Patton climbed off of him. He finally stood up, holding out his hand and helping Remy up, too.

The pedestrians that had been watching them had mostly all moved on by now, leaving only Toby hovering awkwardly nearby. He had his phone out, trying to distract himself, give them some privacy, though he was undeniably still keeping an eye out. It wasn’t every day you saw a soulmate pair’s first meeting.

Remy took Patton’s hands in his own, looking him over again and again and again.

An idea came to him – not a new one, one he’d thought about and talked about and dreamed and daydreamed about a million times – and he grinned in a way that he could feel made Patton’s heart skip a beat.

“Remember how I said I wanted to kiss every freckle?"

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[ LORENZO ZURZOLO, CISMAN, HE/HIM ] shh ! DYLAN HAWTHORNE, the TWENTY year old SECOND year ANTHROPOLOGY major from HARTFORD, CT is known as a TOURMALINE around here. HE was invited to join because HE PUBLISHED A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES ANONYMOUSLY THAT GARNERED A BIT OF FOLLOWING AND RECENTLY STEPPED FORWARD AS THE AUTHOR, and now, they’re here to stay. HE reminds me of THE NERVOUSNESS OF A FIRST KISS, LEAVING SECRET MESSAGES IN LIBRARY BOOKS, DRIVING AIMLESSLY WITH THE WINDOWS ROLLED DOWN ON A WARM SUMMER NIGHT WHILE THE RADIO HUMS A PLAYLIST CURATED FOR YOU BY YOUR BEST FRIEND.

[ big ass bio ] | [ connections ] | [ pinterest ] | [ playlist ]

ooc.

omfg hello. i can’t tell you how excited and happy i am to be here. i was too nervous to apply for the last three months but i decided to stop being a Coward and just try. im SO happy to be here, it’s the highlight of my week tbh lmao. anyway i am mar, she/her, 24, est. i live in nyc and all i do is visit the planetarium and cry. i’m so fucking bad at these so im just gonna LIST things and hope you get the vibe. i am a pisces sun, scorpio moon. i prob have a napoleon complex a little bit lmao. my favorite social media site is goodreads and i get rlly sad when my friends rate books i love poorly dfljskdfs. i can touch my tongue to my nose. i eat a lot of persimmons. i have a favorite rock at my local park that i visit a lot. idk dfskjls. i’m v friendly tho so pls hmu. i send a lot of memes, and love making meme edits for the chars so im rlly sorry in advance if you guys hate that.

01. basics.

NAME. dylan h. hawthorne. ALIASES. dyl, hawth. AGE. twenty. HOMETOWN. hartford, ct. GENDER. cismale. PRONOUNS. he/him.

02. appearance.

EYES. green. HAIR. brown. HEIGHT. 6”0 BUILD. lean. BIRTHMARKS / BURNS / SCARS. a birthmark the shape of australia on his left thigh. TATTOOS. n/a. PIERCINGS. n/a.

03. habits.

ALCOHOL ? socially. SMOKING ? socially. HABITS. fidgets in chairs. cracks knuckles and back often. nervous laughter. chewing on pencils. talking to his plants. dogearing books. staring off into space and applying chapstick for a prolonged period of time. getting overly competitive about boardgames. stress cleaning. carries a book in his bag always. night owl. incredibly impatient when the internet is slow. creature of habit when it comes to menus, orders the same shit over and over again. LIKES. feeding the ducks at the local pond. the smell of the earth after a rainstorm. the way music sounds coming from another room. kissing. watering his plants. inside jokes. making wishes in fountains. discussing a recently finished book with someone. making handmade cards for friends on their birthday. fireworks. coming of age films. packages wrapped in twine. jogs. the way friday nights feels when you’re with someone you love. the feeling you get leaving the movie theatre. DISLIKES. being late. having too many coins on him. coffee with no sugar. when people speak loudly in the library. doing laundry. handshakes with too much squeeze. receiving voicemails. untidiness. golf. charles dickens. lectures with no student input. hot weather. confrontation. being caught in a lie. losing his umbrella. people who cheat during games. rainboots. bad table manners. humidity.

04. personality.

MYERS-BRIGGS. infp. ENNEAGRAM. the helper. ZODIAC. pisces. TEMPERAMENT. melancholic. ALIGNMENT. neutral good. ARCHETYPE. the lover. POSITIVE. empathetic. sensitive. intelligent. charismatic. easygoing. gentle. loyal. passionate. romantic. humble. supportive. gregarious. playful. diligent. NEGATIVE. deceitful. gullible. finicky. naive. obsessive. perfectionistic. secretive. timid. possessive. weak-willed. indecisive. cynical. indulgent. summary: basically, dylan is a love starved, people pleasing nervous wreck. big ass nerd who wants to be everyones friend, wants to be liked SO BAD. very charming and charismatic, comes off as fairly confident and comfortable at first. is able to make everyone feel loved and like they’re the most important person in the world, however lacks a backbone. is both romeo and juliet, and just as dumb as both of them too.

05. hc’s.

dylan was a football player in high school, believe it or not. he was rather good at it too, which is sort of jarring considering his pacifistic nature. however, he DID land on someone incorrectly at some point during his senior year, and broke their wrist. he quickly abandoned the sport altogether because of how guilty he felt.

touched on this briefly but dylan really… loves indiana jones lmao. like, it’s quite ironic given his absolutely inability to be a badass, and lack of suaveness. however, he admires indy’s lust for adventure. he also was obsessed with the mummy as a kid. both of these were incredible sources in his very irrational decision to sudden anthropology. however, he does really love and admire anthropology. his favorite ethnography is the spirit catches you and you fall down, which makes him cry like a little bitch every time he even thinks about it.

he’s the second oldest, but he is also baby. he is SUCH a big momma’s boy. he misses his mom so much. he writes to her often, and of course calls her even more. despite being six-foot tall, he still goes home and rests his head on his mother's lap, falls asleep as she runs her fingers through his hair. he often tries to find native english plants and flowers to press, and mail back to his mother in the form of bookmarks. has nEVER STEPPED ON A CRACK IN HIS LIFE, BABY.

just leaves a shit ton of notes in books in the library. some are riddles, some are poetry, some are commentary on the book, some are doodles. just depends on how he’s feeling for that book. he doesn’t tell anyone he does it, but he’s waiting for someone to connect the dots with his handwriting and writing style.

speaking of plants, his room is basically a big greenhouse. he has so many plants, and takes serious care of them all. he has a little humidifier in his space for them, marks down when he waters what plants, and has a label maker to label them all with a name. they are all named after shakespeare characters.

dyl is a doodler, so much so that he contributes to the school paper as a cartoonist. his cartoons are usually just random thoughts he has, but sometimes they get political and he works marxism into them. (this man loves marx.)

[ suicide implied tw, death mention tw ] he dresses like a victorian boy in love with his roommate who has recently died of scarlet fever and in his mourning, plans to disappear in the bog by the school by mysterious circumstances and become a ghost that haunts the college with his lover. like lots of gray and slacks and ties ands ties and sweaters, lol. also he has glasses that he never wears because he can never find them! catch him squinting in your classroom because he can’t see SHIT. too shy to ask you for your notes though, doesn’t wanna inconvenience you! but when he’s Out on the Town®, he fucking wears like, tacky patterned shirts that are expensive but ugly. someone please help him.

all about fun socks! he loves owning socks that have dumb little images on them. if you get him a pair of fun socks, he’d absolutely go nuts. his entire week: made.

he leaves his roommate limericks when he senses they are sad. tapes em to the bathroom mirror or leaves them in the fridge. also loves buying people presents. tiny ones. like haunted looking things from second hand stores, or your favorite chocolate. also is the sort of friend that has EVERYTHING in his bag, in case someone cuts themselves or has a headache. can be a bit of a mom himself. it’s the little things, y’know?

prob still in his emo phase. listens to way too mcr to not be lmao.

eco-friendly king, will not stand for you not recycling.

if you will allow him, he will attempt to have a secret handshake with you. he’s a child. is dying for someone to memorize the parent trap handshake and indulge him.

cannot sit still in a chair. fidgets an excessive amount, the bobbing of his knee and the squirming around. it just never ends.

bi. that’s the hc.

he’s a little bit in love with everyone he meets if you couldn’t tell, and it’s fucking disastrous.

he is based loosely off: patroclus ( the song of achilles ), ponyboy curtis ( the outsiders ), laurie laurence ( little women ), eduardo saverin ( the social network ), remus lupin ( hp ), oliver marks ( if we were villains. )

( @opalsmedia )

#opalsintro #intro #his background and things are in the big ass bio dfsklds but this is the gist of it lol

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i don’t know if you’re still taking prompts but maybe peter telling harley he has a crush on him? with maybe some fluff and angst. thank you :)

Peter had never really had an internet friend before, and sure, he was worried about what he was getting himself into at the start. They met because of Peter’s Twitter account which had amassed over three million followers because of his connection to the Avengers, Spider-Man, and being Tony Stark’s Intern.

There had been some comments he’d seen written by one Harley Keener, and eventually he started replying to them, and then one day, he sent Harley a message.

Worry had time to boil while waiting for a response, waiting to see if Harley was just someone who wanted an inside scoop on what Tony was really like, if Harley would get what he wanted and disappear, if Harley would use Peter’s trust.

But Harley responded with a dorky meme followed by how are you? and saw your last tweet, if you want help I’m always happy to :) Fixing up cars is kinda my forte.

The Twitter messages continued for nearly four months before Peter received a message with Harley’s number. Peter was worried about giving out his private phone number, even to Harley. He wasn’t quite sure he could trust him yet, not with any personal information.

But Harley had followed it up with a message that read only if you feel comfortable using it :) If not, no worries at all. I like Twitter all the same.

Before he knew it, he was waking up to Good Morning Texts, falling asleep to Good Night ones, spending weekends glued to his phone screen. By month seven, they were texting constantly, and by month nine, they started calling at least once a week.

When Peter falls, he falls hard.

Harley, over text and on the phone and even when they facetime, is the best. He’s a bit rough around the edges, the way May always worried Peter would become after all he’s been through, but Harley makes up for the brashness by being charming and doting. He did quietly sweet thing that he never took credit for like sending care packages to Peter. Well technically to the tower because he didn’t want to make Peter uncomfortable by asking for his address. Tony had teased Peter about it for ages.

The anxiety set in the moment he realized how he felt about the boy he’d been texting for a year.

He wanted to tell Harley how he felt, but he was scared. He didn’t want to lose one of the greatest things that had happened to him in a while.

It didn’t help how in the dark he was feeling.

This is where he would’ve turned to Ben.

Maybe even in recent years he might’ve turned to Tony for advice. He did tell Tony all about Liz after Peter started working with him. But Tony gets worried and protective, and if he found out Peter was talking to a boy who he’d never met, Tony might end up doing a full background check, maybe intimidating him. He didn’t want to put either of them into that situation.

He’d already talked to May. It was different, not how it ever felt when he talked to Ben about that sort of thing. Not necessarily bad, just different.

“I really like this boy,” Peter said. His head was in May’s lap and an old romcom was playing muted on the TV. “But we’ve only ever talked online, he lives all the way in Tennessee, and I’m terrified of screwing everything up.”

“You know your parents met online.” May had laughed quietly, nails scratching gently at his scalp. “Mary was working in California and Richard was here, but they met through mutual coworkers, I guess. They emailed a lot and eventually, when Mary moved back here, Richard told her how he felt.”

Peter pouted childishly and rolled his eyes. “It’s not that simple. We’ve been talking for a year, I can’t lose him now.”

“Well if you two are really friends, he won’t drop you if he doesn’t feel the same. But, I know I’m a little bit biased because I love you, he’s missing out on a lot if he lets you go.”

And that was that. To May, it was that simple.

To Peter, not so much.

Harley could ruin Peter’s life easily with the amount of information Pepper and Tony have fought to hide from the public.

But he knows he has to do it anyways.

Hey. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship or anything and if you don’t reciprocate we can just move on and pretend it never happened. I swear I won’t be angry or upset at all.

I just kinda have a huge crush on you. You’re so sweet to me and funny and sarcastic and I just idk I really like you.

And then he does something stupid.

He puts his phone in the suit’s pocket and goes out Spider-Manning, not wanting to miss a reply from Harley despite how late it is.

And then, because Parker Luck will never let him live a peaceful day, he falls straight into the Hudson River again, breaking his phone.

“It’ll work again, kid, if you’re really so attached to this one,” Tony says, flipping the phone upside down and watching the water drip onto the floor.

Peter finishes toweling off his hair and frowns. “I need it. I sent an important text last night and I need to see the response.”

“Thirty-six hours in rice, kid. That’s what Fri says does the trick.”

The towel falls from Peter’s grip. “Thirty-six hours? You’ve got to be kidding me. I need it like now, Tony.”

“I can’t do now, kid.”

So Peter waits.

Thirty-six hours.

He goes to school and his knee never stops bouncing, fingers tapping on his desk and getting reprimanded by five out of six of his teachers. Coach Wilson doesn’t, solely because Peter manages to turn most of his nerves and anxiety into running the track. Unfortunately, it means he forgets to be the pre-spider bite kid with asthma and could barely do three pushups, so Ned has to physically grab him when he’s on his sixth lap to tell him to cool it.

He’s scared.

He doesn’t want to know what his phone will tell him when he gets it back. He doesn’t want to see the rejection on the screen, the potentials of blackmail. It would be so easy for Harley to tell the world the truth about him. Bisexual, nightmare-riddled, dorky, Midtown High School Student, grieving his uncle’s death, secret holder for Stark Industries, Peter Parker. The target it would put on Peter’s back would make Tony put him in lockdown.

But when he arrives to the lab, seven am on the dot, exactly thirty-six hours later, Tony’s grinning in amusement, bag of rice in hand.

“Can’t believe your phone was so important that you’re risking not only detention but a grounding by skipping first period.”

Peter rolls his eyes, a little more annoyed than fond of the teasing, and Tony seems to pick up on it because he hands over Peter’s phone with a huffed, “God, teenagers.”

Fifty-eight texts from Harley and two dozen missed calls.

The most recent text reading a simple call me please.

So he does. He doesn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close behind Tony, leaving him alone in the lab, before turning his back and pushing his phone against his ear.

“Peter?” Harley sounds like a wreck, voice rough and hoarse, trembling like he’s trying not to cry. “If you’re fucking with me, I swear to god, I’ll walk all the way to fucking New York to punch you.”

“I’m so sorry!” Peter gasps. “I had my phone in my pocket and I fell in the river and Tony insisted it had to sit in a bag of rice for thirty-six hours, and I had no way to contact you-”

Harley cuts him off. “You fell in a river?”

Peter hasn’t told him about Spider-Man. “Well, uh, you know me, so clumsy… It’s not important. I’m just so sorry. I had to wait the thirty-six hours before I could see what you said-”

This time it’s Peter who cuts himself off.

Because he didn’t actually read the messages. He doesn’t know what Harley thinks.

“I didn’t sleep last night, I was so worried. Fucking hell, Peter, don’t do that to me, alright? You never answered me, are you fucking with me? Is this some strange joke? ‘Cause it’s not funny.”

“Not a joke,” Peter says quickly. “I swear, it’s not a joke. I’m sorry, Harley, if you- if you want to just forget this all happened, I’d totally get it and I-”

Harley laughs. Well and truly laughs. “Forget this happened? This is by far the funniest love story I’ve ever heard, Parker. Tell me you like me and then fall into a fucking river. What is your life?”

“Love story,” Peter repeats.

“I like you too, you dumbass.”

Taglist: @littlemissagrafina @spideygirl2003 @romeoandjulietyouwish @c-artara @shadedrose01 @likeaphoenix13 @pj-hermes-tonystark-obsessed @you-get-killed-walk-it-off @kitkatwinchester @emo-girl10 @justme--emily @hold-our-destiny @imalivebecauseirondad @spiderman-peterman {Let me know if you wanna be added or removed}

#lyss writes #lyss answers #parkner #parley #harley keener #peter parker #parkner fic

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just-an-anxious-mess · 3 years

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Just Like Old Times

Trigger Warnings: Remus being himself, mild emotional hurt/comfort and festive blues

Shining lights and bright colours covered the walls of the mindspace and, as an added assault to the senses, festive spices seemed to be everywhere with no visible source.

This was how the sides celebrated Christmas and Roman and Patton were mostly responsible for how extravagant and over the top it all was.

Virgil had been with them for plenty of years and knew how it worked quite well by now but this year he didn't feel at all comfortable.

The decorations seemed tacky and the smell of spices was sickly. Even the quiet sound of Christmas music had him gritting his teeth and covering his ears as it sounded tinny and annoying.

Everything seemed off and not as inviting as usual but then again Virgil had dropped a significant truth bomb on Thomas that had probably caused this sudden disconnect from everyone else.

Virgil sighed, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands as he thought and over thought the moment he revealed his past to Thomas.

He'd been going over that moment constantly since it'd happened and honestly it was starting to drive him a little nuts.

He felt cooped up in his room but he'd rather spend time in there than out where the Christmas decorations and smells seemed to have infected everything.

He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to stay in his room forever but he knew he wouldn't be able to stand leaving it.

Unless....

Virgil frowned and shook his head at the idea immediately, it was stupid.

But it wasn't as if he had much of a choice was it?

Sure he could stay here but he'd be alone, anxious and stressed out of his mind.

At least with Them he knew he'd be able to stomach it

Well... If they even let him join them that is. After everything he wasn't sure they'd want him back, especially considering how he'd left things.

Virgil pondered the decision for a while longer before standing up and making his decision.

This Christmas he would spend with The Others or The Dark Sides as Roman liked to call them.

He took a deep breath before focusing on his door, trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding away in his chest as he felt the air shift slightly and he knew he'd successfully reopened the link to the other mindspace.

Cautiously he pushed open his door, peeking out warily and freezing as he was hit by a wave of nostalgia.

The dark corridor had fairy lights shining along the walls, each door he could see had a coloured wreath and he was surprised to see his door with a black and purple one. He'd assumed they would have just left his blank.

He opened his door wider and peered further down the corridor and couldn't help but smile as he spotted a familiar door covered in bright green decorations that also seemed a bit goopy.

That was Remus's door, same as usual and if Virgil ventured a little further he was sure he'd see Janus's door with the snake shaped wreath of yellow.

Even further down the corridor there would be a door with an orange wreath but Virgil didn't have time to reminisce, he needed to find the sides in question.

He carefully slipped out of his room and quietly shut the door, taking a calming breath to try and slow the panicked race of his pulse.

He slowly crept towards where he knew the living room to be and paused as he heard familiar voices.

"Remus! How many times do I have to tell you!"

"Clearly more than once!"

Remus's voice was full of glee, probably at the expense of Janus who sounded exasperated and tired.

"You know what? Fuck it, eat the tinsel and when you feel ill later I'll say I told you so."

Virgil covered his mouth with his hand, grinning at the typical Remus action and fondly remembering the years he'd spent helping Janus keep him from eating various decorations.

"Do you reckon I'll get tinsillitis then?" Remus asked, and Virgil could imagine the infuriating grin he probably had at the awful joke.

"Remus, I swear, if you keep it up who knows what might happen to my infamous festive cookies."

"Wait! No! You're making those again?"

"Perhaps, I hadn't quite decided but I feel less inclined to do so now..."

Remus let out a screech and Virgil winced but was amused at how the dynamic of the two still seemed the same after so long.

Virgil venture forward and peered into the room, a lump forming in his throat at the familiar décor.

There was an enormous real Christmas tree with various decorations, a couple of them handmade by Remus for each of them, his own not appearing to be on there which was understandable.

He spotted the side in question wrapped in various garlands of tinsel grovelling at Janus's feet begging for him to make cookies.

Janus had a circlet of fairy lights around his hat and was looking down at Remus with a raised eyebrow, amused at the sudden change in his attitude.

Virgil held back a gasp as he noticed a dusty box sitting on the sofa with the star that usually sat atop the tree poking out the top.

He wondered who put it on the tree after he'd left considering that used to be his thing but brushed it off as he heard Remus's voice again.

"Oh my dear snake, please forgive me for my tinsel addiction for it is what I must eat when you're cookies are unavailable. Seriously though Jan, I would murder for those cookies and I'm likely to go smash a bunch of my brother's stuff if I don't get them."

"oh no, whatever shall I do? Poor Romans stuff. A tragedy if ever I heard one."

Janus expression and voice remained deadpan as he spoke and there was a brief moment of silence before Remus let out his cackle of a laugh and Janus chuckled.

Virgil had to hold his own amusement back at the achingly familiar humour that both urged him forward and also made him want to run for it.

It had been so long since he'd any sort of civil conversation with any of them and he was probably being hasty in his decision to come back for Christmas, surely they'd never want him back? Not after everything he'd said?

"Virgil?"

Panic gripped Virgils heart as he locked eyes with Janus who seemed just as surprised to see him as Virgil was to be seen.

"I... um..." Virgil stuttered, eyes wide and his breaths starting to get harder to take.

"Woah there emo nightmare, you need to chill the fuck out my dude. Deep breaths and all that shit." Remus was suddenly right next to him which didn't exactly help.

"Oh shit, Remus how many times do I have to tell you not to pop up next to him suddenly because it makes things worse? you know what never mind, hold on Virgil, I've got you, it's ok, just breathe."

Janus approached Virgil as his extra arms came out and it was as if Virgil had never left as Janus inquired if it was ok to touch him and, when he was given the go ahead, embraced Virgil in an enormous comforting hug and calmly told him everything was ok and reminded him to breathe.

After Virgil had managed to calm himself down he pulled back from Janus's hold and looked around awkwardly, unsure how to proceed.

"So what brings you back to this ass of the woods?" Remus asked, ignoring Janus's suffering sigh at his choice of words.

Virgil hesitated, worried of their reactions and not sure what he'd do if they turned him away but he wouldn't be too surprised.

Perhaps it was because Janus knew him so well or it had something to do with his role when it came to hidden knowledge but whatever the reason, Janus's expression suddenly changed into one of understanding and surprise.

"You told him."

It wasn't a question and it didn't need an answer, Janus knew from the look in Virgils eyes.

"Wait, what?" Remus asked, blinking in an exaggerated manner as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"And?" Janus asked Virgil, ignoring Remus's question for the time being as he watched Virgil carefully.

"He... um... I didn't really..." Virgil spluttered, struggling to get the words out as his mind filled with the expression on Thomas's face when he'd told him.

"Oh, honey, it'll be ok." Janus said in a soft voice, pulling Virgil in for another hug as tears began to run down his cheeks.

Remus was still confused dot com but wasn't going to say no to a group hug opportunity

After an amount of time none of them were keeping track of Virgil felt all the worries that had been eating away at him since telling Thomas seemingly melt away and he knew that was probably because of Janus.

"I... thank you. Um... I was uh, I was wondering if maybe, you know, you weren't busy or if you wanted to, it's no big deal really, um, would it be alright if I, maybe, um... stayed here? with you guys?"

Virgil stumbled his way through his question, eyes darting between the two almost as quickly as the thoughts flitting through his head about them turning him down.

"Of course!" Remus shrieked, his toothy smile immediately appearing as he began bouncing up and down on the spot in excitement. "This means we get to have the star on the tree this year! Wooooo!"

Remus bounced away, running around the room shrieking and yelling in glee as the other two watched, Janus in amusement and Virgil in bewilderment.

"Wait, what did he mean?"

It was Janus's turn to look awkward and he looked down at his gloves, picking at them instead of meeting Virgils eyes as he replied.

"no reason really, Remus being his weird self."

Virgil frowned as he surveyed Janus's face carefully before turning back to Remus who was throwing his garlands of tinsel onto the tree haphazardly.

"Remus what did you mean by this year you get to have the star on top?"

Remus paused and sent a glance at Janus who was sending him the look Remus had come to recognise as 'don't say a fucking word'. It was a look Remus loved to ignore so with a cheeky grin and a wink at the deceitful trait he replied "Well it's just not a real Christmas without you Virgie so the three of us decided not to put the star on top because that's your thing and we weren't going to just replace you or anything. Plus I'm pretty sure sulky scales here would have had a fit if we'd used a different tree topper. He was most adamant, weren't you Janny boy?"

Remus had a shit eating grin on his face as he took in the ever reddening face of Janus who was glaring heatedly at him but not as heated as his cheeks were, you could probably fry an egg on those bad boys.

Virgil turned to Janus, stunned and a little amused at how flustered he now was. "is that true?"

Janus scowled at Remus before sighing and meeting Virgils eyes and nodding. "Like Remus said, it's just not Christmas without you. After you left the one thing the rest of us could agree on was it didn't feel right, there was always something missing. You."

"wait, all of you?" Virgil asked, completely shocked.

"Yeppers, even old Shouty McPouty Amberlamps. It's not been the same without you. Now are you going to get your butt over here and decorate this tree or will I end up eating it again?"

"Wait, when did you eat the tree?" Virgil asked in alarm and was answered by a groan from Janus who was rubbing the temples of his head.

"He got so distressed last year about the unfinished state of our tree he ended up eating it. It was horrific to watch but it was kind of impressive in an I didn't realise that was possible kind of way."

Virgil felt his eyes prickle as he was surprisingly touched by the knowledge he'd been missed by all of them so much.

He'd yet to see 'Amberlamps' as Remus liked to call him but that wasn't surprising. The orange side usually avoided Remus because the creative traits favourite pastime was annoying people and he especially loved to annoy Wrath.

Wrath had such a low tolerance for Remus's bullshit that the two never really spent much time in the same room because of the messes their fights had resulted in in the past and Remus usually spent time with Janus a lot because Janus was able to keep him from doing most of the random stuff that popped into his head.

"Hey sir-thinks-a-lot! Put the star on the tree already!" Remus demanded impatiently, pulling Virgil from his thoughts.

"Alright, alright, jeez." Virgil grumbled but couldn't help the smile on his face at how amazing it felt to be fitting back into his role so easily.

Virgil stretched up on tiptoes and managed to just about slip the star onto the top of the tree, grinning as Remus let out a childlike scream of joy and Janus's face split into a soft genuine smile.

"Yay! Finally! the gang's all back together!"

"I think you're forgetting someone..." A voice said from the doorway and they all turned to spot Wrath frowning at them but it was gentler than usual as he locked eyes with Virgil and the corners of his mouth twitched up into a slight smile.

"Good to have you back Virgil, even if it's just for however long it takes for the others to get their shit together."

Virgil winced as the mood in the mood soured slightly at that reminder but Remus wasn't one to be easily perturbed.

"Who cares about the future? that's a problem for tomorrow us!

Wrath sighed but didn't comment, instead allowing Remus this small victory because it was the happiest he'd seen him in a while and even if he was a bit of an asshole he wasn't so bad as to make Remus miserable constantly, especially during the festive season.

"Group hug! and it's a proper one now because good old Virgie poo is back!" Remus suddenly exclaimed and there was no warning before the other three found themselves on a couch squashed next to each other and pinned in place by Remus's strong arms.

"Hey! Let go of me!" Wrath exclaimed but, at a look from Janus, cleverly decided to stop complaining before the snake called him out on his fake disgust at the hug.

Virgil was momentarily alarmed and caught off guard but when Janus used his extra arms to also grab them all in a hug he couldn't help but feel safe.

Just being around his old friends again had made him forget why he'd been so anxious in the first place.

It was like coming home.

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#just an anxious mess's fics #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #wrath sanders #mild emotional hurt/comfort #remus being remus #post Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts #Virgil worrying about Thomas's reaction to him being a 'dark side'#festive stuff #remus and wrath shouldn't be left in the same room together alone or they will cause a mess #they need a responsible adult

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romans-dull-creativity · 4 years

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Small Prinxiety thing

Based off this:

I’m gonna start with the 4th one i might do the other ones tho

It was about an hour into the movie, and Roman sat alone. His friend had ditched him after they got a text from another person, agreeing to go with them. The movie theater was mostly empty, with about 30 people left. The movie was a cheesy romcom, the kind Roman adored. Roman looked up from the floor, drawing his attention to the movie to try to avoid the guilt of his friend just leaving. The movie was getting funny, a small chuckle escaping his lips every few minutes. Until he heard another laugh. It was quiet, but absolutely adorable. Roman being the hopeless romantic he is, glanced around the theater to try and get a look at who he believed would be his soulmate. After a good couple minutes of searching, he reluctantly gave up. Who was he kidding? He could never find the person. Even if he did, who was to say the person in question even liked him? I mean, he probably looked like a weirdo by sitting alone. But he continued looking away from the bright screen every five minutes.

Until he found him. He watched the stranger lightly laugh at the movie.

The boy sat alone, eyes glued to the screen. Roman could just tell he’s gay. However, he would still ask, if he were to make a move. (Which he planned on doing)

The movie ended as the lights brightened and people got up and quickly left. The boy with purple hair stood up a bit slower, giving Roman a few extra seconds to plan out his confession. He blushed at the thought. The boy was about to leave. He had to do this quickly. Roman jogged up to the slightly taller boy, trying not to come off as too interested.

“Hey! I’m Roman. I saw you earlier and…. you seemed pretty cool. Do you maybe wanna be friends? You don’t have to, I was just-“

“Cool it, dude. I’ll be your friend. In fact, I saw you too. I mean, don’t take it the wrong way, but I thought you were really chill. The name’s Virgil.” He interrupted, playfully punching Roman in the shoulder.

Virgil actually… really liked the idea of just.. him. Well shit. Ignoring his persistent feelings for the lighter haired boy, Virgil grabbed his small bag and walked outside with Roman. It was nighttime, and the sky presented a beautiful indigo with dots as white as the lampposts in the small parking lot. They stopped and sat on the curb, both interested in each other and too caught up in their feelings to leave. The air smelled of buttery popcorn and car gas. Virgil shivered, regretting not having brought his hoodie. The nearby restaurant loudly played music, seemingly the song “In Luv with U” by Finn. Honestly, it was a pretty romantic scene. Roman noticed Virgil shivering and slipped off his letterman jacket to place it around Virgil’s shoulders. They both smiled faintly, pleased with their decision.

“So.. I know this may come off very intrusive, and you don’t have to tell me, but… are you gay? If it makes you feel better, I’m gay.” Roman questioned, already dreaming up romantic scenarios.

“Actually, I’m bi!” Virgil said, happy to have met someone seemingly so supportive. He was still a bit skeptical. But for now, this was all he needed. Using his last bit of courage, he slipped his hand into Roman’s. He earned a quick blush from him, not regretting a thing. Roman laid his arm around Virgil’s shoulders, slowly melting when Virgil leaned into him. Their faces were extremely close together, letting Roman gaze into Virgil’s eyes. One was brown, the other green. Roman was mystified. The green one was the same shade as Virgil’s lime vans. The brown one looked as though the colors had been hand-picked and drawn onto the most handsome face with the most careful hand- but before he knew it, the only words he could think of escaped his mouth.

“May I kiss you?”

Virgil was a bit shocked, but agreed nonetheless.

Their lips touched, sending sparks through both of them. Sweater Weather started playing in the nearby restaurant.

“ Perfect timing,” Virgil thought. This only propelled him to prolong the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Roman’s shoulders. They finally pulled apart, both feeling more passion than ever. They merely smiled at each other, thousands of emotions whirling inside of them. Roman stood up first as he offered his hand to the emo. He took it, standing up on wobbly knees.

“I really like you,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Yeah, I really like you too..,” Roman said, already feeling extremely awkward. Holding hands, the two somehow managed to exchange numbers. Roman quickly asked if Virgil needed a ride home, trying to make it seem as nonchalant as possible. Virgil nodded and went to grab his skateboard from the holder thing in front of the theater. He gently set it in the back of Roman’s new car. He tentatively sat in the passenger seat, still extremely anxious. But he trusted Roman. Roman hopped into the driver’s side as Virgil typed his address into the in-car screen. The computer voice filled the silence of the car ride, apart from a few muttered thanks and apologies. At every stop light, Roman would remove his right hand from the wheel to hold Virgil’s, rubbing soothing circles into the back of his hand. Pulling up to Virgil’s small apartment, Roman helped him get his skateboard out of the back of the car. Lightly giving his a peck on the cheek, Roman got back in his car and made sure his future boyfriend got inside safely. He was the one.

Back at his apartment, Virgil went straight to the kitchen to figure things out. He pulled himself onto the counter as he started piecing everything together. Until he remembered the letterman jacket. He still had it on. Would they even see each other again? He left it on, but quickly grabbed his phone.

Virgil: Hey I still have your jacket

Roman: oh that’s fine! wanna meet again tomorrow?

Virgil blushed at this message, imagining what could happen if they started dating. It would be heavenly. And so he agreed, telling him to meet at the nearby coffe shop the next morning. Taking off the jacket, he crawled into bed, finally satisfied with himself.

#prinxiety #I wanna make this into a fanfic now #sanders sides #plz reblog/react #please dont steal

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oliviaischillin1204 · 4 years

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t2eb, day 23: “drawn on”

Roman held his hand steady, tracing a series of complicated shapes across the canvas.

“Just gotta go slowly...” he muttered to himself, tongue sticking out in concentration. “Slowly... slowly... slowly... there!”

He pulled back, triumphantly looking at the intricate designs he’d painted all across the left side of the canvas.

“Wow, that looks so cool, Roman!” Patton said from his position across from the creative side. Roman smiled at the praise.

“Why, thank you very much, Padre!” he replied. “And may I say, your drawings are incredible as well! They’re very you.”

Patton smiled down at the right side of canvas, littered in doodles of tiny hearts, houses, and cat heads. “Aw, thanks, kiddo! I’m no fancy-schmancy artist like you, but sometimes, inspiration just hits me, you know?”

“Excuse me,” Logan interrupted, “would someone hand me a towel? The canvas seems to be working against me, and I’ve once again smudged my work.”

Patton passed him a small towel, and as Logan began wiping away a section of his painting, Roman said, “You know, Teach, you don’t have to be so detail-oriented. It’s art! It can be messy!”

Logan hummed, leaning over to repaint the section he’d just wiped cleaned. “Speak for yourself. My ‘artistic vision’ is clear-cut and sensible.”

“Mine is whatever I feel like!” Patton added, dipping his brush in the paint and drawing random lines across the canvas. “Like, maybe I’ll draw stripes, or maybe I’ll draw polka dots! Who knows?”

“My art is an extension of myself,” Roman said grandly, adding onto his own drawing. “I follow the lines of the canvas, letting my brush guide me, until something wonderful comes out-”

All three stopped painting as a high pitched shriek pierced the air. Logan sighed as he once again moved to wipe away his work, and Roman leaned over the canvas with an irritated frown.

“Virgil, excuse me, do you mind? We’re trying to have a conversation.”

Virgil couldn’t respond, instead focusing on wheezing out more laughter as Patton began doodling yet another cat on his side.

“I cahahahan’t- I cahahahahan’t,” he gasped. “It’s too much.”

Patton made a noise of sympathy. “Aw, but we’re not even trying to tickle you!”

“Indeed,” Logan interjected. “If we were trying to tickle you it would feel like this.”

He gently clawed his hands around Virgil’s hipbones, careful not to further smudge his painting. Virgil gasped and broke into peals of laughter, his legs desperately trying to curl in, but Logan’s weight on his legs kept him vulnerable.

“Nahahahaha- Logahahahan! D- dohohon’t!”

Logan pulled back, picking up his brush as he once again tried to paint the strip of skin between Virgil’s hipbones.

“See? It feels completely different, doesn’t it?”

Virgil didn’t respond, just threw his head back and laughed helplessly.

“Are yohohohou almohohost done?”

Roman hummed. “Oh, I don’t know. We still have an awful lot of paint left, and I don’t wanna waste a drop.”

He suddenly began flicking his paintbrush against Virgil’s ears, forcing the emo side to slam his head down defensively.

“Na-ahaha! Cheheheating!”

Roman laughed. “Not cheating, more like taking an artistic risk.”

He wormed the brush out from beneath Virgil’s ear, and began tracing paint all underneath his jaw, sending him into desperate giggles.

“Pahahahatton,” he begged, “hehehelp mehehe!”

“Hm?” Patton asked, looking up from his work. “Oh, sorry, kiddo! Got a bit distracted. I decided to write some little notes for you! Do you like them?”

Virgil craned his head, still giggling from Roman’s attack, to read what Patton had written in small letters up and down his ribcage.

Tickly little emo!

Virgil <3′s tickles!

BIG tickle spot here -->

Cutest little stormcloud!

We <3 U Virgil!

Virgil groaned, head falling back onto the floor as his face burned.

“I hate you.”

He was joking, everyone knew that, but for some reason the way Patton went deadly still at Virgil’s words made him nervous.

“Oh, I just thought of something we can all do together!” Patton said, voice smooth and calm. “Roman, will you pass me the paint bottles, please?”

Roman raised an eyebrow at Patton’s request, but passed him the three paints they’d been using- red for Roman, light blue for Patton, and navy for Logan.

Patton popped open the tops and upturned all three bottles of paint onto the center of Virgil’s stomach, which was still mostly bare. Virgil gasped at the cold, wet feeling of the paint of his skin.

“Patton?” he asked cautiously, but Patton ignored him.

“Roman, Logan,” he said instead, lifting his hand to hover over Virgil’s most sensitive spot. “How about some finger painting?”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Wait-”

They did not wait. As soon as Roman and Logan lifted their hands above the pile of paint on Virgil’s belly, all three sides dig in at once, making Virgil’s laughter explode out of him.

“Nohohohohoho! Plehehehehehease! I- I- ahahahahahahahaha!”

This was so much worse than painting with the brushes. All he could feel were six slick hands, clawing and squeezing and scribbling at his belly all at the same time. Roman and Logan stuck to the outskirts at first, while Patton wasted no time in digging a finger directly into Virgil’s bellybutton.

“Tickle tickle tickle, my little stormcloud!” he cooed. Virgil’s peals of laughter were loud and bright and intoxicating.

Around and around they went, each of them making sure they covered every single inch of Virgil’s tummy. Of course, they all continued to return to his bellybutton, usually with the excuse of “getting all of the extra paint out of there!”, which allowed them to claw at the inner walls of Virgil’s tickle spot as much as they pleased.

After some time had passed, they eventually relented, each one giving Virgil’s belly one more good squeeze before pulling their hands away.

Virgil’s chest heaved, laying limply on the floor in a giddy daze.

“Aw, look!” Patton cooed. “We made purple!”

Virgil craned his neck to look at his stomach. Patton was right: each of their paints had mixed together to form a large coating of dark purple paint all over Virgil’s tummy.

“Purple just for you, Virgil,” Roman added, pinching Virgil’s cheek teasingly. Virgil jeked away, but he could tell there was now a streak of paint on his face from the way all three of them laughed at him.

“Whatever, whatever,” he muttered without malice. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“Oh, we had so much fun, Virgil! Thank you for being such a good canvas!” Patton replied, just barely stopping himself from hugging Virgil and getting paint all over his clothes.

Virgil sighed. “Guess I should go wash off now-”

He tried to sit up, but Logan’s hand on his hip made him go still, allowing the logical side to push him back down onto his back.

“Actually, Virgil,” Logan stated, “it’s imperative to the health of your skin that you get every bit of paint off. This task would be very difficult to complete by yourself, seeing as there are parts of your body that would be challenging for you to fully clean on your own.”

Virgil’s eyes widened in giddy panic as Logan summoned a bucket of water, several soft wash cloths, and three large scrub brushes. Roman chuckled and went straight for a brush, while Patton giggled as he grabbed one of the wash cloths and dipped it in the water.

“Don’t worry, Virgil,” Logan continued, an uncharacteristically evil smile on his face. “We’d be more than happy to help wash all that paint off of you. No matter how long it takes.”

#my posts #my writing #t2eb #tickletober day 23 #lee!virgil #ler!logan #ler!patton #ler!roman #sanders sides tickling #me shoving 18 different tropes into this one piece bc i couldnt make up my mind

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wroammin · 4 years

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Friend Troubles

Part 1 | Part 2 (You are here!)

Ao3

Pairings: Prinxiety, Platonic Dukexiety

Word Count: 1,518

Warnings: lots more cursing in this one because remus

A/N: hey uhh if anyone’s figured out how to write human interaction or title these things please let me know

Virgil could still see Roman’s horrified face when he woke up in the morning. The memory brought a small smile to his face, which was usually a rare occurrence before 12 o’clock. Or any time of day, really.

He supposed that he should perhaps feel some kind of guilt for purposely messing up Roman’s scenes, but after meeting him, any sort of those morally confusing notions he’d been having had been quickly forgotten.

Virgil knew why Roman had gone up to the booth yesterday, of course. But judging by Roman’s excessively flustered demeanor as he apologized for forgetting him, Virgil suspected he wouldn’t have to worry about getting kicked off crew for sabotage at least for a while. He felt a little bit satisfied with himself at that.

So, naturally, the slight skip in his step as he made his way to his locker was bound to attract the attention of demonic, happiness-sucking entities. Two hands clamped around the side of his headphones and yanked them down to his neck.

“Hey, what gives?” Virgil said, not bothering to turn around as he pulled out his phone and paused his music.

“Aw, I’m truly sorry for interrupting your Fifty Shades of Grey audiobook–”

“It was not–”

“Ooh, Fifty Shades Freed, then! I didn’t really peg you as the type, Virgil, but I guess even prudish emos have to let loose sometimes.”

“Good morning to you, too, Remus.” Virgil sighed, pulling his hood up and then stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

Remus just cackled like a hyena, suddenly reminding Virgil of the fact that, although he and Roman were twins, their relation in Virgil’s mind ended there. Remus’s hysterical howling was nothing like Roman’s warm laughter, and even Remus’s ratty mess of a mane was a stark contrast to Roman’s coiffed locks.

“Oh! I heard about your little encounters with my dearly beloved brother, Prick Charming.” They continued walking in the direction of Virgil’s locker.

“Yeah? What’d he say?” The darker-haired boy asked with an unamused sideways glance. His friend’s eyes were trained on something further down the hall.

“Probably something as stupid as he usually says, I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening.” Remus abruptly made a gross face at the random freshman he’d been staring down, sending them scrambling into the nearest hallway as quickly as they could. He laughed maniacally to himself, wiping away a fake tear. “Works every time.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Uh, aren’t friends supposed to like, stick up for each other when someone’s talking shit about them behind their back? Or at least pay attention when they do?”

“Huh?” Remus said as he scanned the hallway for more unsuspecting freshmen, frowning as soon as he realized there were none left. Virgil repeated the question. “Oh, Roman wasn’t talking shit about you. I would’ve beat his ass if he was.”

“What? Then what was he saying?” Virgil tried to keep his voice impassive, but confusion and curiosity inevitably leaked into his tone.

“Ugh, I don’t wanna think too hard about the stupid shit my brother says, Virge, but I think he was talking about your… laugh? ”

“My laugh.” Virgil mumbled, finally coming to a stop at his locker. “Wait, he was talking about my… laugh? But he wasn’t talking shit about it?”

He turned to ask Remus to elaborate, but his friend had already shot off down the hallway after two underclassmen.

It was probably nothing. He told himself to forget about it completely. And by the time a certain actor swung by the tech booth later that afternoon, he already had.

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The troubles with the tech booth hadn’t stopped after Roman’s visit up to the booth the day before. In fact, although Roman was hesitant to admit it, things seemed like they were only getting worse. So, he kept on investigating.

Roman grabbed his bag and made his way up to the booth. Remembering his first visit, Roman made an effort to arrive a little earlier so he could meet more of the crew.

In all honesty, Roman wasn’t entirely sure what, or who, he was looking for. Was it a scorned classmate? Perhaps someone who was jealous of his role as a lead? Or was it truly just someone who was plain awful at manning the booth?

Whoever or whatever it was that was causing these mistakes, Roman had to do a little more digging before he could start connecting dots.

That was the main– if not, the only–reason why Roman stayed after everyone else finally left the tech booth. Well, almost everyone else.

“Hello again, Virgil-who-is-a-friend-of-my-brother’s!” Roman exclaimed as he heard the last of the crew slip down the ladder and out of the booth. Virgil shot the actor a glare, which quickly turned into an amused stare as he finally realized what Roman was wearing.

“Couldn’t bother to get out of costume, Princey?”

Roman looked down as if he’d forgotten he was in-costume, which Virgil thought would be impossible with how extravagant his outfit was, with golden shoulder epaulets and a bright red sash fitted across his chest.

He looked back up at Virgil, brows knit together. “What do you mean? This is what I normally wear.”

The techie rolled his eyes, and Roman finally let his fake confusion drop in favor of a beaming grin.

“Okay, okay. So I didn’t have time to change because I wanted to get here earlier. Sue me.”

“I’m considering it.” Virgil muttered, crossing his arms.

“Well, I see you’re feeling chattier today!”

The darker-haired boy frowned and went quiet. Roman’s chocolate-brown eyes widened.

“Oh, I– uh, sorry? Was that rude? If it was, I’m–”

“Truly sorry?” Virgil sighed, wondering just how much more of a Prince Charming cliché Roman could be. “Don’t worry about it, Princey. Remus has made far worse comments.”

Roman looked genuinely relieved at not having offended Virgil, which made the techie feel... something. Probably just confusion at seeing an expression of relief on a face that resembled Remus’s, who never felt guilty for doing anything.

“I’m sure he has.” The actor agreed with a soft smile.

It was quiet for a couple of moments, which made Virgil a little nervous.

“Can I trust you?” Roman suddenly asked, leaning lazily on the wall and staring expectantly at the darker-haired boy.

Jesus, was this some kind of weird attempt to let Virgil incriminate himself? Probably not, he considered, since Roman was so incredibly and unbelievably polite, but he hesitated anyway. Virgil should have just stayed silent, really… but there were no spotlights to fix in the booth this time around to keep him entertained, and something about Roman’s ridiculous prince costume made Virgil want to poke fun at him some more. So, he answered.

“I guess you could, but it’s probably not the smartest idea.”

“But… not the dumbest?” Roman inquired, cocking his head.

“Is that really how you decide whether or not to do something? If it’s not the dumbest idea possible, it’s good enough?”

Roman let out a small laugh. “Not always. Sometimes it’s the dumbest idea possible and I do it anyway.”

“Guess that explains why you chose to stay here after rehearsals again.” Virgil huffed, grabbing the handles of a nearby spotlight.

“Right, well, I was hoping you could help me with something.” Roman pushed off of the wall and approached Virgil, who was sitting on one of the fold-out chairs by the viewing box and now aimlessly swinging a spotlight back and forth. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed it yourself, but there have been a couple of… recurring issues with some key scenes in the play. Namely, all of the ones I’m in.”

“I’ve noticed a couple.” Virgil held the spotlight’s handles a little tighter, wondering if Roman was really about to confront him about the sabotage right then and there. Had he read things wrong? Did Roman actually know it was him?

Roman continued, “And seeing as you’re seemingly always up here–”

“I’m not.”

“–Could you maybe help keep an eye out? For anything, erm, suspicious? I don’t really know what to look for, but since I can’t be up here while I’m onstage, a helping hand– or, eye– would really be appreciated.”

So Roman hadn’t quite figured things out. Virgil could work with that.

“Huh.” He eased his iron grip on the spotlight and turned to fully face Roman, suddenly feeling a little bolder. His newfound bravery probably had something to do with the fact that he was the only one in the room not wearing a stupid prince outfit. “So you want me to help you?”

“I– well, you don’t have to, I just thought–”

“No, yeah, I know, but… how do you know it’s not me doing all that stuff?” Virgil tried to look nonchalant, but his brain was screaming at him to shutupshutupshutup.

“Well... I guess that’s where the trust comes in!” Roman gave him a bright, crooked grin, and Virgil felt something shift in the pit of his stomach.

He turned his gaze away from Roman’s stupidly perfect, sunshiney smile.

“You sure are something, Princey… I’ll help you out.”

#writing again is fun but legit reading some of this made me go 🤢🤢 ‘what was me from five seconds ago THINKING??’#this was also completely self-indulgent but i hope you all enjoyed it somewhat nevertheless!#sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #ts remus #prinxiety #platonic dukexiety #my writing stuff #cursing #cussing #swearing

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shera-dnd · 4 years

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A Day at a Time - Flirtation

I have a feeling y’all are gonna appreciate this one just from the title

Have some quality glitra content as we start making our way to angst glitradora end game

Also with a link to AO3 for those who prefer to read it over there

Catra had accepted the fact that Melog was trying to kill her at this point, because once more the little bastard dragged her through the building and straight to one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen, just so she could die of embarrassment.

“I’m fine.” Catra answered, trying to keep her cool considering everything that's happening right now. “My cat just decided to be a little bastard today.”

“You sure you don’t want any help?” The woman insisted. “I could hold your groceries for you, or your cat!” And as if he had somehow understood what had been said, Melog ran for the other woman and tried to climb her. She calmly picked him up, smiling at him as she did so. “Looks like they made the choice for you!”

Catra sighed, not wanting to bother yet another neighbour. “Thanks.”

“So I’ve seen you around a lot,” She commented as she followed Catra back to her apartment. “Don’t think we ever talked though.”

“Yeah I didn’t want to bother you.” Catra shrugged. “You look pretty exhausted most of the time.”

“A shitty office job does that to you.” She commented, “And just a ‘hello’ every once in a while wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” That would certainly make their random meetings in the hallway a lot less awkward. “I’m Catra by the way.”

“Glimmer,” She answered with a smile. “ Pleasure to meet you!”

Catra questioned what goes through a person’s mind to name their kid ‘Glimmer’, but the girl’s trans pride flower tattoo on her arm made it clear her parents probably had nothing to do with that name. That was not the only tattoo adorning her, as Glimmer’s body was almost entirely covered in them.

“And what is this little cutie’s name?” Glimmer asked as she petted the little creature, earning a pleased purr from Melog.

“Don’t encourage him,” Catra complained. “And his name is Melog.”

“I’m sure Melog just wanted to stretch his legs.” She commented, “Maybe he thought you needed to meet new people!”

“He could do that without making me run around like an idiot and annoy the neighbors.” Catra shot a death glare at her pet, who seemed completely unbothered.

“Well, I’m not annoyed.” Glimmer replied, defending the little cat. “He did give me an excuse to talk to a pretty girl.”

“What?” Catra did not expect that. Nor did she expect Melog to jump off of Glimmer’s arms and run back to his napping spot. She had been so distracted she hadn’t even noticed they arrived. “Thanks for the help.”

“No worries.” Glimmer waved off. Both of them stood in the corridor for a moment, waiting to see if the other would say anything. “I think I should get going.”

“Yeah… Wait!” Catra ran into her apartment, grabbed a little post it note and wrote on it quickly. She turned back to hand it to Glimmer, but she stopped herself and added a little smiling cat face to the note before doing so. “Here! It’s my phone number.”

“Oh just like that?” It was Glimmer’s turn to be surprised. “Not gonna keep your distance from the ‘weird pink bitch’?”

“You seem nice and Melog likes you, so you can’t be a bad person.” Catra shrugged.

“‘Can’t be a bad person?’” Glimmer repeated and Catra worried it didn’t exactly come off as a compliment, but the ‘weird pink bitch’ smiled and answered “Thanks, Catra. Talk to you later.”

And with a smile and a wave, she was gone.

~~~

Unlike Catra, Glimmer hadn’t wasted a single second and started her just a few minutes later. Thankfully, baking required a lot of waiting, so she had plenty of time to just talk to her. ‘Hey, Glimmer’ she wrote, but hesitated before sending. Thinking back to the girl’s tattoos, she decided to change that text a bit. “Hey, Sparkles” much better.

“Is this about the star tattoos? Because if it is I’ll fight you.” Catra chuckled when she read that message. She would make fun of how feisty Glimmer was being, but she remembered she had said something similar to Adora the other day.

“You know where I live, Sparkles.” Catra sent, challenging Glimmer. The response took a while as the three dots kept showing up, disappearing and then showing up again.

“I won’t fight you, but only because I don’t want Melog to think I’m mean.” That earned a laugh from Catra.

“I’ll let him know that the weird pink bitch is a nice person.” She joked, but then got a little curious. “Where did that come from by the way?”

“You can thank my coworkers for that one.” Catra suspected something like that, but did raise another question.

“How the hell are you keeping an office job with multicolored hair and tattoos?” This was all relevant information in case Catra ever had to take an office job.

“They wanted to get rid of me, but there were no real rules about colorful hair and I dared their asses to fire the only queer woman working there because they didn’t like her look. Would love to see them trying to recover from that HR disaster.” Apparently Glimmer had a very ‘Fuck you. Fight me’ attitude about everything. “Also they don’t know about the tattoos, so I trust you to keep that secret.” She added, with a little winky face at the end.

She was halfway through writing a witty remark when her line of thought was interrupted by the smell of burning bread. She dropped her phone on the kitchen counter and scrambled to save what was left of her attempt at baking.

~~~

Friday night at the bar was going unusually slow. Catra wasn’t exactly worried about it, she was smart enough to save up some extra money in case she got too many slow shifts. Still, it wasn’t like anything could really bring her mood down right now.

These past two weeks talking to Glimmer and Adora every day had done wonders to improve her disposition, to the point even her boss noticed. Hordak found it all extremely suspicious as he had never been Catra this genuinely happy when she wasn’t up to something. Catra couldn’t exactly blame him for assuming shit, but it was still very rude.

It’s not like Catra was ever planning to introduce the two of them to her boss just to prove him wrong, but it looked like the universe had other plans, because she could see a familiar face approaching the counter.

“Hey, Sparkles.” Catra greeted. “Didn’t expect to see you here. You stalking me or something?” She joked.

“I guess it was a lucky accident.” Glimmer answered, with a strained smile, before taking a seat. “First lucky thing to happen to me today.”

“Shitty day at work?” She guessed.

“Worse,” She answered, pulling up the sleeves of her work clothes, revealing the myriad of tattoos that covered her arm. “My boss found the bar I like to relax at and I’m so not getting drunk in the same room as the asshole that’s been trying to fire me.”

“And this is what? The least shady bar you’ve found all night?” Glimmer nodded “Well, you’re in good hands now and I promise not to use any of your drunk ramblings against you in the future.”

“Why do I find that hard to believe?” She asked, earning Catra’s most innocent look. It wasn’t very convincing.

“I wonder,” She started, playfully “Do you get even more fighty when you’re drunk or are you one of those, ‘You know I’ve always thought of you as a friend’ kind of drunks?”

“Sorry, but I’m only planning on getting a little tipsy.” She explained, “And I’m a flirty drunk, thank you very much.”

“Damn it.” Catra faked annoyance. “Looks like I’m not finding out what that looks like.”

“Maybe some other time.” Glimmer offered.

“But now that you’re not flirting and you’re not gonna start an argument with someone, what are you going to do to pass the time?”

“Very funny.” Glimmer rolled her eyes. “I think I’m gonna relax with a friend and enjoy some good music. Mind making me a Bright Moon?”

“Ugh looks like you share my boss’s awful taste in music.” Catra complained as she started making her drink.

“What is wrong with Fright Zone? Their music is great!”

“Yeah. If you like listening to a sad emo boy groaning about losing his girlfriend.” Catra countered, having heard most their songs more times than she’d like.

“Okay fine, the lyrics aren’t all that great” She admitted “I could try to find something you and your boss would like. Maybe something by Sadie Killer or The Scream Queens.”

“I have no fucking clue what any of those bands sound like, but I like the names a lot more than ‘Fright Zone’.” She commented, placing the finished Bright Moon on the counter. “Here is your drink, Sparkles.”

“A pretty drink from a pretty girl. What else could I ask for?” Glimmer said with a smile.

“You sure you aren’t drunk already?”

“Maybe I’m always a little drunk.” Glimmer joked.

“That sure would explain things.” Catra teased, earning a playful death glare that she happily matched. They kept the stares going until they couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing.

“You’re the worst.” Glimmer said when she finally stopped laughing.

“Hate you too, Sparkles.” She answered, with the biggest smile on her face.

And for the first time in a long time, she was genuinely happy.

#spop #shera #fanfic #catra #adora #glimmer #glitradora

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arc852 · 5 years

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On Opposite Sides

Summary: It’s been five years since the aliens have taken over the earth. All this time the humans have been confined to city limits, watched over by the giant guards surrounding them. Virgil is a human who only has the comfort of his friend Roman via Skype.

Virgil is sick of the giants ruining their lives and wonders what the next step will be. After five years he’s more than anxious. Roman is sick of what the giants have done too...and of what they have planned.

Warnings: Person being bought, aliens, humans being treated like lesser beings/pets, lying, arguing, yelling, crying, fear and panic.

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Virgil glared up at the giant guards as he walked home. He hated how they all just stood there, faces masked to appear inhuman. Always watching them, always ready in case they needed to interfere. Virgil shivered at the thought of being in one of those large hands. He supposed he was lucky, having gone this long in the invasion and avoiding any touching.

He made it home without incident, opening the door of his little run-down apartment and closing it behind him. He dropped his bag on the ground near the door and grabbed a granola bar on his way to his room.

He plopped himself down at his computer and turned it on. He munched on the granola as it loaded and once it did, he immediately went to Skype. He smiled when he saw the green dot next to Roman’s name and pressed it, sitting back as it rang.

“Ah! Emo nightmare, you are late!” Roman exclaimed as the call connected. Virgil sighed.

“Sorry Ro, something happened downtown, some of the giant guards had to get involved.” He watched as Roman winced.

“Alright, you’re forgiven this time,” Roman said and Virgil was thankful for Roman not asking about it. Not that he could give any details about it anyway but he would rather not think about it at all. “So, how was work?” Roman asked and Virgil shrugged.

“Eh, it was fine. Same old, same old.” Sometimes Virgil wondered why they still even worked in the first place. But the other part was thankful for the sense of normalcy. “What about you? Anything interesting happen?”

He watched the screen as Roman sighed dramatically. “No, honestly, I have the most boring job in the world.”

“Sucks to suck, man,” Virgil said with a smirk and Roman glared at him. Though there was no heat behind it.

“Thank you, Virgil, I can feel your sympathy all the way over here.” Roman deadpanned, causing Virgil to laugh.

Virgil had to admit he was at least thankful to the giants that they allowed them to keep their internet. If they hadn’t, he might not have ever met Roman. Roman, who had become his best friend, but also someone who he could never meet in person. They were both in completely different cities and no one was ever allowed to leave the city they had been trapped in.

Thinking on this had soured Virgil’s mood and he stopped laughing, looking away from the screen. Roman blinked at the quick change in behavior, confused at what had caused it. “Virgil? What’s wrong?”

Well, wasn’t that a loaded question.

“Everything.” Virgil murmured. He leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling. “Just this whole-this whole giant invasion alien thing! Who do they think they are, coming down here and deciding we were less than them and taking over our entire planet.” Virgil leaned back up in his chair, looking at Roman again.

“The worst part though is that they look exactly like us! That means they came down, saw our size and thought, hey! Let’s enslave these mini versions of us just because we can! But not really, we’re just going to trap them in their own cities, let them live life and watch their every move!” Virgil shook his head. “And that’s another thing, what are they even planning? It’s been five years, Ro! Five years of the same old thing. Nothing has changed but they have to be planning something, right?!” Virgil exclaimed, letting everything inside him come out in some fast ramble. He let out a sigh as he finished, looking up to meet Roman’s eyes.

His eyes were wide and it seemed like he was further back from the screen, as if he had been just that taken aback by Virgil’s outburst. Roman swallowed thickly. “I-Sorry, Virgil. I couldn’t tell you.”

Virgil sighed. “Yeah, I know. We’re both in the same boat, along with the rest of humanity. I just…” Virgil ran his hands over his face. “This whole thing just really sucks, you know?”

Roman nodded slowly. “Yeah, I know. I wish it didn’t have to be like this.”

Virgil snorted. “You and me both.” Virgil rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Sorry to dump all that stuff on you, Ro. I just…”

“I get it, Virgil,” Roman said, sending Virgil a gentle smile. “How about you relax a little, go eat something more than just a granola bar-I can see the wrapper from here Virge, don’t look so surprised-and then we can talk a bit later if you feel up to it. Sound like a plan?” Virgil thought for a moment, before nodding.

“Y-Yeah, alright.” Virgil sighed but smiled at Roman. “Talk to you later then.”

“See you, you stormy nightmare.” And with that, Virgil ended the call.

Roman’s smile dropped as soon as he was sure Virgil couldn’t see him anymore. He clicked out of the Skype tab, moving over to the surveillance one. In an instant, Virgil was back on his screen, albeit at a different angle. Roman watched as Virgil stood up and moved out of his room. Roman pressed a button to switch cameras, following Virgil as he started to make himself a sandwich in his kitchen.

Roman was well aware of how creepy this was. And even though he really did try to not use it often, he found himself using it a lot more than he should. Really, he just wanted to check up on someone he considered a friend. He wasn’t using the site like the others were. That had to count for something, right?

He was sure Virgil wouldn’t see it that way though. And honestly, Roman could not fault the human for that. He had known about Virgil’s understandable opinions on giants since they had first spoken with each other. But really, this was the first time he had gone off about it. Roman fidgeted in his seat as Virgil’s words came back to him.

He had lied to Virgil, then. Told him he didn’t know what the giants had planned. Roman clicked into another tab and typed his passcode into the website. He went into his shopping cart, to where he already had one thing in there. Or, he should say, one person.

Virgil’s face stared back at him and Roman felt sick all over again.

The site had been created for the giant race in order to watch and choose which humans they wanted to buy. Because after five years, his race was finally ready to take the next step. Turning the humans into pets.

As a guard, Roman got first pick out of everyone. When he had found this out, he had immediately placed Virgil into his cart. As long as Virgil was in there, he was essentially on hold and no one else could buy him. But there weren’t many other options for Roman to go with this.

Deep down, Roman knew he had already made his choice. In fact, it had been an easy one. Of course, he was going to buy Virgil. No other giant would treat Virgil like a person. Like a friend.

The reason Roman had held off so long, though, was because it just felt...wrong. He was about to buy a person. And not just some random person but someone he had started seeing as his best friend. But with the deadline for the guards coming up close, Roman no longer had the choice to wait.

With a deep breath, Roman clicked on the checkout option. He went through all the steps and when his mouse clicked the last button and the ‘order confirmed’ receipt appeared, Roman sunk back into his chair. He had done it.

Roman closed out of the tab and back to the surveillance. Virgil was now eating his sandwich as he scrolled through his phone, most likely on Tumblr, knowing the human. Roman watched him sadly for a few more moments before he exited out of that too.

This was the best option. Roman knew that.

But he couldn’t help but be nervous for when Virgil finally found out the truth.

***

The announcement was a bit more than a week away. When all the humans would find out what would happen to them. A week away from Roman finally meeting Virgil in person...in the worst way possible.

Roman sighed as the human’s sun beat down on him. It was the only thing he had been thinking about since he had officially put in the order a couple days ago. He knew he should probably be paying more attention to his job as a guard but it was getting more and more difficult.

He adjusted his face mask when he suddenly heard a yell. It had come from fairly close by and Roman couldn’t help but find something familiar in it. He left his position and started off toward where he had heard the voice come from.

He froze at the sight he was met with.

Virgil was on the ground, surrounded by three other humans. They hovered over him and one was even brandishing a knife. Muggers, Roman couldn’t help but guess. And when the one with the knife took a step closer to Virgil, Roman continued his bound toward them.

Virgil trembled as he tried to glare up at the muggers. He didn’t know any of them, they had just jumped him, out of the blue. Apparently, Virgil had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. When what appeared to be the leader brandished his knife, Virgil cowered.

“Give us your wallet and maybe I won’t use this.” The leader smirked and Virgil bit his lip. Not knowing what else to do and not feeling like getting stabbed today, Virgil began fumbling in his pocket to take his wallet out.

As he did this, he noticed the muggers had gone strangely quiet. He looked up in time to see them all backing away, looking at something up and behind Virgil. Before Virgil could react, they ran off without another word.

Virgil was confused...until the large shadow cast over him.

Virgil slowly looked up, eyes wide as he was met with one of the familiar masked giant guards. Suddenly, without a word, the giant started to reach his hand down. The human found himself unable to move and instead he shut his eyes tight, expecting the giant hand to wrap around him.

However, after a few minutes of nothing happening, Virgil slowly opened his eyes. He flinched back as he saw the hand was right in front of him. Held in a way that the palm was open and their fingers pointed at Virgil. Almost as if they were offering a hand.

Slowly, Virgil realized that that was what they were doing. Offering him help to get up. Virgil really didn’t want to take it, he could get up himself perfectly fine, but he was too afraid to refuse. So, with a lot of hesitance, Virgil used the nearest finger to hoist himself onto his feet. Once he was stood up, he quickly let go and backed up a few steps.

Not wanting to appear rude to someone a hundred times his own height, he bowed his head. “Um, th-thank you, sir,” Virgil spoke.

The giant still didn’t speak, which creeped Virgil out. Instead, he tilted his head and pointed at Virgil. Virgil blinked and took another step back for good measure. “I..Wh-What?”

The giant motioned toward him and then back towards where the muggers had run off before once again tilting his head in confusion. It took another minute and a lot of piecing together to try and figure out what the giant was asking. “Are...are you asking if I’m okay?” The giant nodded and Virgil sucked in a breath. What? Why did this giant care?

And why didn’t he just ask? Could this giant just really not talk?

He shook his head. Now was not the time to think about that right now. “I’m...okay. They didn’t get the chance to do any real damage.” He supposed that was thanks to the giant, of all things.

The giant nodded before standing back up to his full height and walking away. Virgil watched them go for a moment before he practically ran back home, wanting to put as much distance as he could away from the giant.

He immediately headed into his room and opened his laptop. He went to skype but frowned when he saw Roman wasn’t on yet. He wanted to talk to him about this very strange experience but he supposed he would just have to wait.

***

It was two hours later before the little light next to Roman’s name became green. Virgil pressed call as soon as he saw it.

“Hello, emo nightmare, a little eager today, are we?” Roman chuckled, though the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes. Thankfully, Virgil didn’t take notice.

“Roman, the craziest thing happened to me today,” Virgil spoke and Roman did his best to appear surprised.

“Oh? What?” He asked and Virgil took a deep breath.

“I...Well, okay, I got cornered by some muggers today and-”

“Wait, what?” Virgil winced at Roman’s cry. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Virgil bit his lip. “I’m fine because...a giant stepped in and saved me.”

Roman blinked. “What? Really?” Roman acted surprised and Virgil nodded.

“Yeah, I was surprised too. And, uh, terrified.” He admitted. He missed the way Roman winced. “But...they did help me. I guess I can’t ignore that part.”

Roman was quiet for a moment. “Maybe...maybe this means something? That...not all giants are bad?” Roman asked, a little too much hope in his voice. The hope was crushed when Virgil shook his head.

“No...they were probably just doing their job or whatever. They didn’t even talk the entire time, which was just creepy.” Although the thing about making sure he was okay at the end was a bit too strange. He was certain the giants didn’t require that of the guards.

Roman silently groaned. He would have talked if he thought Virgil wouldn’t recognize his voice. As the case may be, he had a very distinctive and boisterous voice, as Virgil had pointed out to him in the past. If he had spoken to Virgil while he was helping him, Virgil surely would have recognized him.

“Well, in any case, I’m glad the giant was there to help you. Who knows what could have happened if they didn’t.” Roman said, indeed glad that he had gotten there in time.

“Yeah…” Virgil was just glad the interaction with the giant hadn’t ended badly. “Still though, I hope I never get that close to a giant again.” Virgil shivered.

Roman chuckled nervously at that. “Er, yes, of course. I totally feel you.” Oh, Virgil was not going to like next week.

***

It was a week after the giant incident that Virgil felt...off. Like something was wrong or going to happen but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what. He went through the entire day like this, so antsy at work that his manager allowed him to go home an hour early. Something he was incredibly grateful for.

He threw his bag on the ground as soon as he got home, heading to his room and to his computer. He went to Skype, which was standard procedure at this point but wasn’t surprised when Roman’s name wasn’t green. He was probably still at work, at this time.

So Virgil stood up and decided to eat something, hoping that would calm his nerves. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and curled up on the couch as he watched reruns of Parks and Rec.

He checked Skype two hours later but Roman’s light still wasn’t green. He frowned, bouncing his leg up and down in nerves. Everything was probably fine, there were days Roman couldn’t talk, it was fine.

Still, Virgil sent Roman a quick message via Skype before going into another tab and scrolling through Tumblr.

His nerves remained shot until 5pm, when he was surprised by a loud alarm coming from outside. Jumping to his feet and putting his hands over his ears, Virgil raced to the window, pulling it back and looking around. His eyes widened as he looked up at the sky. Was that...was that a giant drone?

As the alarm died down, Virgil removed his hands from his ears and took notice of everyone coming out of their houses or peering through their windows like he was doing. His eyes turned back to the drone. What was happening? Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Silence stretched over what seemed to be the entire city before a booming voice came from out of the drone.

“Good afternoon, little humans.” The voice spoke, sending shivers down Virgil’s spine. None of them needed to see, to know that a giant was currently speaking. “Sorry for startling all of you but I needed your attention.” The giant, for his part, did not sound sorry at all. In fact, he was a little too cheery for Virgil’s liking.

“It’s time to reveal to all of you what happens next.” Virgil’s breath hitched. “After five years of us allowing you to live in these cities, we are ready to start transitioning all of you out of them.”

...What? What did that mean? Virgil felt himself shaking as the giant continued to speak.

“During the next couple of weeks, you will be bought and sold to us giants. No longer will you have to work or care for yourselves. For we will be the ones to look out for you from now on. You will be our companions. Our...pets.” Virgil became numb all of a sudden at those words. Vaguely, he was aware of people yelling and screaming but they were muffled by the ringing in his ears.

“Now,” The voice continued, unaware of the panic going on below. “The actual shop opens up for the giants next week. However, for our loyal and hardworking guards, they have gotten first pick.” Virgil was going to be sick. “If I call out your name, you are to exit your building and come to the edge of town. You are not to bring anything with you and if you try to run or hide, there will be consequences. Now, onto the names!” As the names were listed off, Virgil prayed that his name wasn’t called. That, at the very least, he would be given a bit more time to take it all in. To have a few more days of freedom.

Apparently, no one was listening.

“...And Virgil Storm!” His name was called out and he was definitely going to throw up. “Please make your way to the edge of town if your name was called.” The voice repeated but all Virgil could think about, was that he had been bought. He was going to be a pet to some giant.

He didn’t want to go but he didn’t want to face any consequences either. He forced his legs to walk to the door before he paused. They said not to take anything with him but he grabbed his headphones from his desk and stuffed them in his hoodie and then went ahead and shoved his phone in his pocket. His three comfort items. He would need them.

He opened the front door and took one last look at his apartment before starting on the long walk to the edge of town. People stared at him and he threw up his hood in order to avoid them. He felt like he was walking off to be executed or something. He supposed that was half true, after all, they were killing his freedom.

As he walked, his mind wandered to Roman. His only friend in all this. Had he been bought already too? Or was he simply dreading the next week when he would be anyway? Virgil realized with a heavy heart that he wouldn’t even get to say goodbye to his friend.

The walk there seemed to drag on forever but at the same time, it went by way too fast. Virgil felt his heart beat faster as he noticed all the giants surrounding them. Most were guards, still in their usual get-up. Making this whole thing even creepier. The only one not in uniform stood in front of what looked to be ten giant carriers.

“And the last one has arrived, perfect!” The giant exclaimed with a large grin. Virgil could feel all the eyes on him and he threw up his hoodie and moved towards the crowd. He looked at his fellow humans, all of them with similar expressions of fear. Not surprising. There were nine of them and Virgil made ten. Meaning there were just enough carriers for all of them.

“Now, if you humans could be so kind as to get into your carrier, that would be wonderful.” The giant said, motioning towards them. “Make sure you get in the one with your name on it! Wouldn’t want to get all mixed up, now would we?”

None of the humans moved.

The giant hummed. “Come on now, we don’t have all day.” Still, no one moved. The giant groaned. “Fine, I guess we are doing things the hard way.” Before anyone could react, the giant reached down and grabbed one of the humans. Virgil watched in terror as the guy was picked up roughly and all but thrown into a nearby carrier. The door closing with a resounding and final clank.

Before the giant had the chance to grab the rest of them, they all started to move. The giant grinned at this and Virgil was starting to think that had been his plan in the first place. Scare them into doing what he wanted. Virgil had a feeling this would not be the last time that trick was used on him.

He found the carrier with his name and took in the carrier. It was the same as all the others but this one, somehow, seemed a lot more foreboding. He hesitated greatly but when he saw another human get nudged in for doing the same thing, Virgil climbed in. He had just barely moved a step away from the door before it shut, leaving him in almost complete darkness.

Virgil listened to the outside as he heard the other carriers being picked up and handed off. Finally, he felt his own lift into the air, so unexpected that it threw him off balance. “And here is your human for you. Thank you once again for service.” He felt his prison being passed to this giant stranger, his world becoming a bit more stable in the new grip.

He waited to hear a voice but the new giant didn’t say anything. Instead, he felt his prison start to move and could only assume the giant was walking away. Taking him back to his home.

Virgil pressed up against the wall and sunk down it, wrapping his arms around his legs. He was going to be a pet to this random giant. Treated like he was an animal and not a person. Would the giant change his name? Make him eat some sort of horrible pet food? Realize he had made a mistake and just straight up kill him?

Virgil groaned but the noise turned more into a sob as he stuffed his face into the fabric of his jeans. He had thought his life had ended when the giants first came down to earth and forced them into these little city bubbles. But that was nothing in comparison to this. His life was truly over now. He would have no choice but to do whatever his...whatever his owner said. Lest he want to face some sort of punishment.

There was a strange sound that came from outside, almost like an echoy ding. Virgil wasn’t sure what it meant but the weird feeling that passed over him during the next minute gave him a guess. Virgil could only assume they had been transported to the giant’s world. Which meant Virgil was officially very far from home.

There was some more movement and then the sound of a door opening before Virgil felt the container being set down. There was silence for a long moment as Virgil waited for something, anything to happen. He expected the cage to be opened and a giant hand to reach for him. What he didn’t expect, were words of comfort.

“It’s okay Virgil, it’s okay.” The giant said.

Virgil froze.

Slowly, he lifted his head up toward the door. No...no, he must have heard wrong. That...it couldn’t be. There was no way, it was utterly impossible.

But at the same time...Virgil would know that voice anywhere. So either he was delusional or…

“R-Roman?” He called out, voice wavering and hesitant and small. He was met with more silence and then the door to his prison opened. From where he was, Virgil could see the giant’s torso. The black outer part of the uniform was gone and Virgil could now see that the giant was wearing just a plain white t-shirt.

The giant shifted and then Virgil saw him kneel down until his face was visible.

There was no denying that that was Roman’s face.

“Hey...Virge.” Roman greeted nervously, doing his best to send the human a comforting smile. Virgil simply stared at him with wide eyes, his brain trying to process what he was seeing. That was his best friend...or was he?

“You’re a...giant.” Virgil finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper. Roman just barely caught it and he winced.

“I-well, yes, I am,” Roman said, looking off to the side. He had never been more ashamed to be a giant than in that moment, with Virgil looking at him with fear.

But fear was not the only thing coursing through Virgil at the moment.

“You lied to me,” Virgil spoke again, eyes going hard. It was a desperate look when combined with the tear tracks that still stained his cheeks.

“Virgil, I can explain-” Roman tried but was cut off.

“You lied to me! You-You what? Found some sorry human online and decided to start chatting them up? Lure them into a false sense of security so when the time came to buy yourself a pet you would already have one, I don’t know, trained or submissive or something!? Is that really all I’ve ever been to you!?” Virgil screamed, his tears returning as they came out of his eyes in waved. He glared at Roman through them, feeling all sorts of betrayed and angry but also so utterly terrified of what this all meant.

Roman’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “N-No! Virgil, please, I-” But he was once again cut off as Virgil’s own eyes went even wider in realization.

“Or...Or did you try and find the human who complained the most? The one who hated the giants and what they did so you could...punish them. Punish me.” Virgil scooted back more into his carrier, even more afraid now than before. “You-You want revenge, don’t you? You want to show me why giants were meant to rule over humans. You-You-” Virgil collapsed as his back hit the opposite end of the carrier, body shaking as he curled himself into a ball.

Roman’s heart broke at the sight. He knew Virgil wasn’t going to take this well but he never imagined it would be to this extent. Virgil really thought he was going to…

“Virgil, please listen to me.” Roman pleaded, looking at the sad little ball in the back of the carrier. “I only ever lied about what I am. Everything else...our entire friendship was real.”

Virgil glanced up at Roman. “H-How can you expect me to believe that? You...You bought me.” And wasn’t that a reality check. It really showed how much these giants saw them as people. That being, not at all.

“I...did.” Roman took in a deep breath, racking his brain for the right way to say what he wanted to. “But I didn’t want to. I don’t agree with what my kind as done to yours. You’re people, just like us. Something you actually showed me.” He sent Virgil a smile but Virgil returned it with a wary look. Roman sighed.

“The reason I did buy you was because I knew that if I didn’t then...someone else would. Someone who wouldn’t treat you like a person. Or like a friend.” Roman looked away, sad look crossing his features. “I want to give you a good life, Virgil. I don’t want to own you.”

Virgil didn’t know what to think anymore. His heart beat rapidly inside his chest and the tears were still streaming down his face but...Roman sounded sincere. He had always sounded sincere, whenever they had spoken via Skype. He knew Roman to be a good actor but, somehow, this seemed too genuine to be an act.

But what if Virgil was wrong? What if Roman really was just that good of an actor. What if this was all some ploy to-to…

To what, exactly? He was already in Roman’s possession. It would be all too easy for the giant to simply reach in and grab him out of the carrier. And if Roman’s goal was obedience, then it wouldn’t be all too hard to break him into listening. Just to be cruel then? To get back at him for all the bad stuff he said about giants?

That didn’t sound right either.

Roman noticed the thoughtful look that crossed Virgil’s features and hoped it was a good sign. “Virgil, I promise you, this whole arrangement will not be master and pet. Not even close. You’ll still be able to make your own decisions and I’ll respect your boundaries and whatever else you need.”

Virgil looked up, meeting Roman’s gaze. “Why?”

Roman smiled. “Because you’re my best friend, Virgil. And I don’t want to see you suffer at the hands of one of my own kind.”

“You...really consider me your best friend? This really isn’t some-some elaborate plan or anything?” Virgil asked, slowly loosening the grip on his own legs.

Roman nodded. “I do and this isn’t. Please, Hot Topic, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” The nickname caused a sudden laugh to escape Virgil and he wiped away his tears. Which had now finally stopped. Slowly, he unfurled himself fully, leaning against the far wall in an almost casual position. He sent Roman a hesitant smile, his body still full of nerves but willing to give Roman a chance.

“Well...honestly, I could be better,” Virgil spoke, glancing to meet Roman’s eyes for a second before looking back down at the ground. Roman blinked before he smiled, knowing what Virgil was doing.

“I don’t blame you. You have certainly been through a lot today.”

Virgil snorted. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

A silence stretched between them. It was a little awkward but not as much as it could have been. Which was progress.

“Do you...want to come out?” Roman asked, hesitant.

Virgil frowned, because no, no he did not. Going out meant seeing this new world he was in. Facing the fact that Roman really was a giant and seeing him at his full size. And not just seeing his face through a small door. But he also knew that he had to face all of that eventually. Might as well get it over with, right?

“Y-Yeah, I just...can-can you back up a little bit?” Virgil asked and Roman’s eyes widened.

“Oh! Yes, of course!” Roman exclaimed and Virgil watched as Roman’s face disappeared from his view as he stood up straight. And then the giant was completely gone from view as he took a few steps to the left.

Virgil took in a deep breath as he got to a shaky stand. He could do this. This was Roman. Yes, he may be a giant but Roman had done nothing to not warrant his trust. That...didn’t make it any easier to give, unfortunately, but Virgil could do this.

He took a hesitant step forward. And then another. And another. He forced himself to keep walking, even if his anxiety was yelling at him to turn around and go back to the safe, dark corner he had been hiding in previous.

He had just about made it to the entrance and was about to cross the threshold into this new giant world, when he realized he had forgotten about the slight step. It was too late though, as Virgil tripped over it and fell out of the carrier and onto the wooden floor of the giant table. He let out a groan.

“Virgil! Are you alright?” He heard Roman asked.

“Ugh, fine.” His pride was more shot than anything. Which was just great considering he didn’t have a lot in the first place.

“Here, let me help.” At those words, Virgil felt his heart rate spike and he pushed himself up by his arms. What greeted him was Roman’s hand, right in front of him. The palm was facing up and his fingers were pointed to Virgil, as if offering a hand.

Virgil got a strong sense of deja vu, so much so he physically shook his head. He stared at the hand. Wait a second…

“You were that guard!” Virgil suddenly exclaimed. As he did, he hesitantly accepted Roman’s help as he used the nearby finger to help himself up. Roman looked happy at this but confused by what Virgil meant.

“I...what?” Roman asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You were that guard that helped me from those muggers! ...Right?” Virgil asked, now not so sure since Roman hadn’t immediately gotten what he had meant. That feeling went away though when Roman’s eyes lit up.

“Oh! Yes, that was indeed me! Your brave and handsome savior!” He threw up his arms in a dramatic gesture and Virgil chuckled at the familiar sight. Though it was something else entirely to see it in person than through a screen. Especially now seeing just how big Roman really was.

“Well...thanks again, for that. I guess I understand why you didn’t talk now.” Virgil would have recognized his voice right away. “Didn’t make it any less creepy though.”

Roman winced. “Yes, I can imagine. And the masks don’t really help, huh? Sorry, by the way. I wish I could have told you sooner.”

“Not sure if it would have made this any easier but thanks.” Virgil took this moment to look around the room. It appeared he was in Roman’s kitchen, on top of the dining table. Of course, he had seen Roman’s kitchen plenty of times over Skype but just like everything else, it was startling to see it so giant.

Speaking of, he looked up at Roman, getting his first real look at the giant. Well, out of the uniform anyway. “Roman...I just, thank you for buying me. I mean, it’s terrible that you even had to buy me in the first place but I’m glad I’m here with you instead of...someone else.” He shivered at the thought.

“Of course and hey! Now we can be roommates!” Roman exclaimed with a grin. Virgil hesitantly returned it.

“Roommates, huh? That...That sounds nice.” It was certainly a lot better than pet. “I just wish I had been allowed to take my stuff with me.” Virgil said, looking down at himself and realizing this was all he had left of his old life.

Roman winced. “Right, they made you not take anything. Well...good news is they’ll be opening up some ‘human shops’ where giants can buy ‘their’ human’s things. Hopefully we’ll be able to find a few things that suit your emo style.” Roman chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Virgil rolled his eyes and chuckled as well, forgetting for a brief moment that they were talking about going to, essentially, a pet store to buy him clothes and such. “I...did manage to sneak these.” Virgil said, opening his hoodie to reveal his phone and headphones.

Roman’s eyes widened and he grinned, knowing full well how important those things were too Virgil and his anxiety. “You sly raccoon.” Virgil laughed.

Silence fell between them once again but this time it reminded Virgil of those times when things got quiet on Skype. When they both decided to check their phones or do another task while they still kept the other on the line. The other task they both happened to be doing now, was thinking.

“Well, er...would you like me to show you around?” Roman asked and looking incredibly nervous as he moved his hand to the table. Offering Virgil a ride. The fact that Roman was nervous about this actually made him feel a lot better. “Properly, of course. I know you’ve seen it a billion times over Skype but...well things are a bit different now.” Wasn’t that an understatement.

Virgil took in a deep breath as he looked down at Roman’s hand. It was big and imposing but it was connected to such a familiar and friendly face. Virgil looked up into that face and smiled. “Yeah, let’s do it...roo-roomie.”

Roman blinked, before he laughed out loud. “P-Please, never call me that again. Oh my gosh, that came out so awkward.” He said through his laugh.

Virgil felt heat rise to his cheeks and he huffed, crossing his arms. “Whatever. I’m not the creative one here.” He walked over to Roman’s hand and climbed onto it and both parties were happy to note his almost complete lack of hesitance.

“No, no you are not.” Roman agreed, slowly lifting his hand to rest against his chest as soon as he saw that Virgil was settled. It was such a strange feeling, having him in his hand. Similarly, for Virgil, it was such a strange feeling to be in a hand. “Now let’s go! I’m about to give you the grandest tour you have ever seen!”

Virgil laughed as Roman went through the house, seeming to become even more dramatic with every room. It was a little overwhelming but with Roman right there, he really did feel safe.

This whole situation, of humans becoming pets, really sucked.

But at least Virgil had Roman.

At least he had his best friend.

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