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romanreignseater · 1 year

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Pottery & Berries

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 17+

Warning: On the verge kind of smut.

This is only your SECOND date with✨thee✨infamous Roman Reigns and boy… does he have you going crazy right now.

A/N: Just another random idea that POPPED into my head. Plus, I miss my old Roman, just sooo sexy 😮‍💨.

GIF: @romanreigns

“I feel as though this date went really well. I’d love to take you out, for a part two let’s say?!” Said the devilishly handsome, Roman Reigns.

“I’d like that very much, you are quite a charmer.” You said smiling at him gracefully as you guys walked hand in hand back to your apartment. “Well, it’s a date. I’ll call you later princess”, that nickname made you melt and your heart swell.

And with that it was a kiss on the cheek goodbye. The last thing you had to remember him by before you are where you were today.

Present Day*

“Raven’s Pottery”, this is where he told me to meet him. It sounded pretty nice, but I’ve lived in this neighborhood for 3 years and I’ve never seen this place before. Well it’s always nice to try something new. I walked in to see to nothing, but his tall, muscular figure draped in all black (the usual). His velvety brown eyes, gorgeous black brown hair wrapped up into a bun, now a tad bit shorter, his classic taste in Jordan’s, laced to the top.

“Y/N”, he said standing right in front of me, waving his hand in my face. “Oh.. h-hey, sorry I think I zoned out”, as I snapped back into reality. He chuckled and reassured me it was okay. He guided me to my seat and sat next to me. ‘GOD… why did I decide to wear this white miniskirt’, you said to yourself. “Bold color to pick for a pottery date”, Roman said smiling dashingly. “Yeah… not the wisest choice”. “Cute skirt though”, he made me blush quickly with his notice of my miniskirt. Quickly after our little moment, the pottery teacher arrived.

Our pottery teacher, Raven, briefly showed us the Do’s and Dont’s of pottery, and we quickly started to make our pieces. With Roman’s gigantic feet, he accidentally spun the wheel to fast and clay got EVERYWHERE. “I’m so sorry”, “It’s okay Roman, this happens more than you think”, said Raven laughing. We both continued on your pieces. I chose to make a mug and Roman decided to make a bowl.

As time went on, the phone rang and Raven excused herself, leaving Roman and I alone. “You really wanted me to notice you in that little skirt”, said Roman. “I don’t know… I kind of just wore, because…”, he looked at you questionably waiting for your explanation. “You know… it’s cute”, you said nervously smiling. “Okay, I’ll believe that you wore it to look cute and not to make me stare at you for this entire date”, Roman said as he got up and walked to the sink to remove the clay from his hands. You let out a deep breath.

“You aren’t gonna put your bowl in the oven?” “Nah… I’ll do that later… right now I’ve got a better idea”, he said whispering that last part in your ear. He went into another room and came out with a bowl of strawberries split in the middle. He sat it on the table next to your station and he decided to sit right behind you to guide your hands. “Now this is a little more fun”, he said smirking at you wildly. “Yeah… those strawberries do look good”, “Well have one then”. He knew DAMN well your hands were COVERED in clay and you couldn’t grab a strawberry without stuffing a mouthful of clay at the same time. “My hands are a little dirty, don’t you think?!” You said sarcastically. He smiled and said…

“Don’t worry, I’ll feed you princess”.

Roman’s hands were only grasping my forearms when he decided to take a seat behind me, so his hands were still clean. My eyes were opened wide as his long fingers took a beating red strawberry from the bowl and put it in between his lips. He moved his face towards me, gesturing for me to take the strawberry from his lips. I opened my lips and darted my tongue out slightly as I took the from his mouth. We slightly kissed as we exchanged the strawberry between each others mouths.

I finally got a hold of the strawberry and quickly bit into the sweet skin as the juices burst into my mouth. “Bet you love that sweet strawberry, hmmmm?!” He said biting his lip, “I know you taste even sweeter though”. I wasn’t gonna shrivel down to the Tribal Chief now, we’re in TOO deep, “Bet you would like know?!” You said smirking. “I would like to know, but we’re gonna save that for another day, I gotta show you how much of a gentleman I am first”, his smile so ravishing. He then puts his big, warm hands onto my thighs and spread them open. “You want another strawberry baby?!”, “Yes p—lesa-e”.

The strawberry was in between his lips once again and this time we exchanged the strawberry back and forth, while kissing. I moaned into his mouth as he rubbed and squeezed my supple thighs. This time he was the one who got to eat the berry. “Awww, bet you wanted that sweet berry, huh?!” I just couldn’t stop staring at his big brown eyes. His hands continued to rubbed my thighs greatly as I couldn’t stop moaning. His hands went in and around my luscious thighs, he edged his fingers right by my cunt. My lace panties absolutely SOAKED. “You like it when I grab your thighs right there?!” Thumbs nearing my pussy, eyes coldly staring at me, and his lips wet with saliva.

His fingers grabbing and releasing the fat of my thighs, making me grind back on him. I couldn’t help how he was making me feel. We started to heavily make out, tongues fighting one another and lips forming together in sync. When we were interrupted by a voice shouting from another room. “Sorry, I was taking a big call, I’ll be out there in a second”. It was Raven, the pottery teacher. As much as I am for women supporting women, but that bitch killed my game. Roman quickly got up and arranged everything back in place. All the while, I am completely flustered Roman says…

“It’s alright. Just know, I’m still gonna get a taste of that berry soon”. My thighs were clamped shut to shafe off that feeling.

God… what did I do to deserve this BLESSING?!

I hope you guys enjoy this one, thanks for all the support on my first two fics 💕!! You can read them below.

“Signed Up”

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#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns fic

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skaldish · 2 years

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Hello, i wrote some asks last year about how to get started on practise and you helped me lots with the resources you offer!

I also bought your WAP shirt and its one of my favorites, it always makes me grin and feel fuzzy (in the sense of both a warm fuzzy feeling and a fuzzy feeling like a swarm of bees hiding under my skin).

Not really an ask but i just wanted to share my joy with you because you have been such a great help and this is my way of saying thanks!

I often feel Loki the strongest when drawing and plotting and for a while i felt inhibited by some of the more chaotic vibes he gave off at first. I’ve come to love those spouts of „Hey so how about this batshit thing i came up with?“ It gets strongest when drawing a certain character who i think now was Loki in disguise. Its one of my oldest OCs and he‘s my dearly beloved bastard child. Rattiest bastard boy (most affectionate). Loki doesnt always pop up when drawing him, but chances are higher when i do, i think he feels the love. Another way to spend time with him i found is dedicating my drawing sessions to him, maybe even trying to draw him. Its adorable in a way that doesnt infantilize him if that makes sense. Like looking at a loved person doing something dumb but oh so endearing. I love him.

What i wanted to say though is, while Loki likes to visit when im drawing i am starting to feel Odins presence more clearly when i write, which, yay! I think Odin coming over more also has a lot to do with me shaking off shame about my being curious as fuck. I always wanted to know things. The world, its inner workings, people, everything. I want to know it all. But i have been made to feel bad about this most of my life and that flame of passion was reduced to embers for a while so now that its coming back i do sometimes feel a pat on my back, like a silent I‘m proud of you that makes me feel so light and seen.

I asked Odin to aid me with getting my ADHD diagnosis, because at that point I had tried unsuccessfully to get it for two years. Fast forward six (6) (!) months and i have a diagnosis for ADD, so of course i had to say thanks. My trying to overcome the shame of being told over and over again that im too curious for my own good and that im a failure must have made him soften up, it feels like hes guiding me back to my roots by helping me get the diagnosis that makes it possible for me to see my intrinsic worth again. Im not a failure, just someone with a condition no one knew i had for 30 years. Its not that i dont know how to human, i can human, and excell at that, but not by imitating a conventional path but by making my own path, by getting back to the state of constant wonder and curiosity and giving in to the urge to learn and find as much knowledge as possible, by not taking knowledge how its presented but by experimenting, by asking questions myself and not digest what others have chewed and i think those are things i got the pats on my back for, for trying to find my way back to myself.

Growing up catholic hurt. Even though nothing was ever directly done to me the things i was taught, the things i discovered about the roman catholic church just didn‘t sit right with me and it hurt. So bad. The world view presented just seemed so dire. Add to that that i never felt close to all this, didnt see myself anywhere there. It felt weird hearing others say they can feel their god, because i had never felt anything like it and it seemed somewhat delusional, i just couldnt grasp the How. Enter the norse Gods lmao. The first time i felt Thor i was like, motherfuck, so thats how its supposed to feel?! Asking him for company when i feel hopeless and ACTUALLY feeling his presence shortly after?! Asking Loki to come visit and FEELING HIM THERE?! Inviting Odin and promptly getting deep into the writing zone with some galaxy brain thoughts out of seemingly nowhere?! All while nudging me to be more me and encouraging that which i was told was sinful at church? As someone who wished for spirituality early on because i just felt there was something more but couldnt find it anywhere near church and in turn feeling a weird void in a part of my life then meeting the norse gods was like rehabilitation. I can feel myself heal when they visit. This feeling is so precious.

I can feel them guide me more and more and the more i shake off what hurt me the clearer their presence grows, its fucking crazy and im all here for it.

Its also crazy how distinct they all feel. Well, mostly, sometimes discerning if i feel Odin or Loki is harder but for the most part they want to be told apart. Sometimes it because they decided to visit simultaneously.

Thank you for pointing me to (your) resources, you gifted me a lot of tools to forge my own way. Im having the best time because of it and i just wanted to share with you the joy and the love i found on paths of my own making, with tools and tips you among others lend me. In that vein: i love the way you give help without making rules and that this is something you take seriously. Last year i had hoped for a more detailed guide and now i see it was exactly as clear as its supposed to be: fucking vague :D and for each person to figure out themself. Its hard, but its necessary, with a handy guide i dont think i could have realized how deeply the urge to Know has been overshadowed by shame and guilt and i dont think i would have been able to tackle it if i had gotten a play-by-play (which reminds me too much of christian doctrine anyway, so away with it lol). if you only follow a list you dont have to think for yourself and thats what, ultimately, matters. Doing your own work, working on yourself, working on your relationships be it the spiritual ones or the personal ones, being present.

Long story short, i love my Gods so much. They only add to my life and they encourage me being unapologetically me and in turn make me love Life more. Be it in the people, in nature or within myself. I finally feel like i can be human without feeling unworthy of godly love. I am loved. And in return i can love even more freely than before.

Thank you and im sorry for this wall of text I’D

I'm so happy to hear you're finding your rhythm and having a good time! It brings me so much joy. <3

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meowthefluffy · 4 years

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Bullet fic time because I have nothing better to do!!!!

its time for the (drumroll please)

PRINXIETY HOME WRECKER AU (a home wrecker for those of you who don’t know is a person who ruins established relationships buy coercing one party in the relationship into cheating on their partner but it will make sense in a sec and DONT WORRY ROMAN WILL NOT BE CHEATING ON VIRGIL I HATE THAT TROPE WITH A PASSION AND I WANT NONE OF THAT HERE)on to the fic

• Roman and Virgil go to the same college

• Roman has a bit of a reputation at there college for being something of a home wrecker

• there were dozens of stories floating around the school about how Roman stole their boyfriends from them

• it was pretty much common knowledge that if you wanted to keep your man you better make sure to not let him get within twenty feet of the all too perky cheerleader (did I mention he was a cheerleader? He is)

• Virgil didn’t think he had to worry tho

• Virgil’s boyfriend (let’s call him Jake) was not particularly hot or popular. It was seen by most of Jake’s friends as a miracle that he had managed to score the schools scary bad boy as his boyfriend. There was no reason for that... to be interested

• Virgil was so so wrong

• One day Virgil came back early from his study group session (he spilt Mountain Dew on himself so he came home to change) only to find his “lovely“ boyfriend kissing a particular cheerleader

• Virgil stans there for a few minutes just watching them in absolute shock, but as he does he noticed something strange that caught him off guard, Roman never initiated the kisses. Every time Roman pulled back Jake kissed him again, and Roman didn’t look like he was really enjoying those kisses either? But he doesn’t have time for that right know

• “WHAT THE HECK IS THIS JAKE?”

•that gets their attention

•Roman scrambles out of Jake’s grasp and stands to the side trying his best to disappear

• Jake try’s to come up with some lame excuse but Virgil is having NONE OF IT

•he tells Jake they‘re over and practically shoves him out the front door

• then he turns back to Roman and to his surprise Roman is ... crying?

• and to an even bigger surprise he starts apologizing? Profusely?

• the notorious home wrecker of (insert college) is apologizing

•at this point Virgil has practically tuned out his words and to his credit Roman isn’t Really talking to him anymore

• he just keeps whispering under his breath ”not again not again not again..”

• Virgil is now a little concerned because that can’t be good and steps towards Roman so he can try and calm him down

• Roman then jumps back and pushes himself up again the wall with his hands streached out in front of him

• Roman starts begging Virgil not to beat him up in between more sobs and apologies

• Virgil is like “oh heck um I’m not going to beat you up???”(i mean he was at first cause ya know he was making out with his boyfriend on his couch but now he’s not sure he‘s going to and the dude is panicking so that probably would have made this a LOT worse)

• and Roman is like “.... you weren’t?” And he is very confused (tm)

• and Virgil is like

•NO????

• Then Roman lets out a sad laugh and he is like “they normally beat me up after this”

• and now Virgil is EXTRA concerned

•so he says “ normally???”

•and Ro is like yeah this stuff happens a lot to me and starts kinda laugh crying

• and Virgil has reached peak concerned (tm) And is like okay man sit down and explain yourself

•and Roman does

• the condensed form of what he says is that his “friends“ from the cheer team like to set him up on “dates” with guys and Roman is kinda desperate for love at this point so he goes on these ”dates” under the pretense that the men he dates are single. Some of them are and some of them ... aren’t. But Roman doesn’t know this at the time. He NEVER knows. Heck, most of the time the guys wont even tell him their NAMES before they take him back to their place. Roman doesn’t even enjoy it anymore (he did at first . He used to live for the flirting and the banter but now he just feels hollow)

#i ran out of characters so I’m gonna to write a part two maybe?#prinxiety #Roman sanders #Roman angst

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sinister-stuff-and-things · 3 years

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Lone, lone, lonely, chapter 3

A/N: Okay so. I dont know what this is or why it took so long or if anybody even cares anymore, but I’ve had this sitting in my work in progress ordner for... I wanna say over a year? So with the help of my lovely friend @not-safeforsanders and honestly a fucking miracle, I managed to finish it. I know I planned for three more parts to this soooo... see you in two years. Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Taglist: @sanderssidessmutmonth @smuttysanderssidestwopointoh @wellthatsonewaytofuckyourself @vanitasequilibriumsmut @karmel-slave-to-sin @sanderssidesnsfw @tisiswheremysmuthappens @sanderssidesstuffs001 @melchann @saderssinsss @fand-ore @peachy-patton-writes @follow-the-bouncing-ball @khadij-al-kubra @unchainedkinks @little-lovebug-safespace @sanderssidesnsfw

Warnings: Its smut. Crying.

They bickered the whole morning, much to Logan's and Virgil's amusement. It felt weird to be the centre of attention, to be the object of desire. He had never thought he could enjoy this so much.

He ended up choosing Patton for his first 'date'. Simply because they knew each other the longest and because, the day he had planned out for them sounded delightful.

They would spend the entire time at home, baking pizza together and indulging in some of their favourite movies. It was a slow start, just the right thing to ease him in, unlike Roman's elaborate ideas that just made him nervous, or Virgil's hesitancy to take control. But he didn't outright object to them. He was still looking forward to it, just... not for now.

The thing with Virgil is, that he would be just as nervous as Logan himself. They would end up just doing nothing and existing quietly alongside each other, which Logan usually adores, but... this was not the point of the experiment. He had to try new things, break out of his routine and that could only happen if he was the one to take the first step. In Virgil's case at least. Logan needed to collect confidence through the other two, he needed someone who could guide him through the experience for now.

Patton was the perfect choice.

They decided to do it as soon as possible, neither of them could stand this tension any longer and a sunday seemed to be the perfect day for this kind of date.

It was exactly what Logan needed. Calm, easy and predictable. Patton managed to calm his nerves each and every time with an impossibly silly pun or just a simple smile, his touches staying soft and gentle, almost casual while they danced around each other in the kitchen.

He knew he could bail out at any second, if he needed to. Just go to his room and the whole thing would be over, no hard feelings, no consequences, no nothing.

But he also knew, the moment of truth would come eventually.

This kept the anticipation bubbling in his stomach but thankfully never quite turned into unbearable anxiety.

After baking the Pizza and cleaning the flour from every surface and themselves, they sat down on the couch to start the first movie. And there they stayed. Just lounging around on the couch, the curly head chasing the physical contact like a dog chasing a treat, but Logan enjoyed it. He was used to Patton needing a lot of affection and finally having someone this close again, made something inside him finally warm up a bit . It felt right.

They only got up to get drinks and their food or for occasional bathroom breaks but other than that, they stayed linked, at least one body part always touching the other one. Patton's head in Logan's lap, Logan's feet draped over Patton's legs, hands intertwined, arms curled around each other.

And then realisation struck.

Halfway through Lilo and Stitch, Logan realised that this, exactly this, was all he had ever wanted. If relationships could be this easy, this natural, he would say yes in a heartbeat.

The domesticity of it all, that's what got him in the end.

And then, he was just moving, leaning down and tilting Patton's face upward, connecting their lips in a soft kiss and finding himself never wanting to let go again.

Kissing Patton was easy, it came natural to him. Lips moving against each other, hands getting lost in hair and soft breaths being shared between kisses.

Eventually, the smaller one climbed into Logan's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and just pulling him close, letting him brush his fingertips up and down his spine.

Soon, Patton's lips connected with Logan's sensitive neck, kissing a line up and nipping at his ear.

“You know... you can always say no but uhm... I would love to move this to the bedroom.”

Logan nodded. Within barely a second of the offer, he had already agreed and it surprised them both.

Theoretically, they could just do it right here on the couch. No one was around to disturb them, but it was important to Patton that Logan felt as comfortable as possible and he figured his partner would need a bit of structure to calm his nerves. It would be his first time after all.

Patton grabbed the others hand and led the way. Still, Logan felt like he should assume the role of the top, the subtle gesture being completely lost on him.

He took a shaky breath, trying to pull Patton's shirt over his head and overall just being very clumsy with it all.

Patton giggled and cupped the others face, making his worried eyes look down at him.

“Lolo... no. Calm down a little, okay? It's all gonna be okay, I promise. Would you mind letting me take the lead tonight? Just so I can show you the ropes. You could just lean back and enjoy the show.”

Truly, a mixed bag, Logan thought before nodding again, not quite trusting his vocal chords at the moment.

He had to swallow thickly as the, otherwise so innocent boy, pushed him onto the bed, helped him out of his clothes and pulled his own off as well.

They were only in their boxers now, nothing special. They had seen each other like that before. They had been friends for ages after all.

What was new, was the massive bulge in Patton's boxers, making Logan stare for an embarrassingly long time.

Patton just giggled again and eased him onto the mattress, making sure to prop enough pillows under his head.

“Like what you see?”

It would have been sexy and sophisticated, if he hadn't added that ridiculous eyebrow wiggle.

Logan coloured significantly and caught himself wanting to get rid of those last layers of fabric as soon as possible.

“You're- You are- You... fuck. C-can I...?”

Not a very masterful attempt at constructing a question, but Patton still seemed to understand.

“Yeah... do whatever you want, just... I really want to make you feel good tonight. Will you let me?”

Logan merely nodded and stretched his hands out, tracing Patton's beautiful shape and only now fully grasping what it all meant.

Patton was truly adorable. He had, what he himself called 'a cookie dough' body type. Curvy and a little fuller around the belly, hips and thighs.

And Logan adored it.

He knew for a fact, that each and every one in their little group of friends, had issues with at least one part of their body.

But Logan felt as if he was the most boring one. He didn't have Virgil's long, thin limps and edge of his collar and hip bone being so visible against his skin, he didn't have Roman's incredible built, with shoulders like a swimmer and muscles like a warrior and he sure as hell did not have Patton's curves.

Logan was of average height, had a plain and simple body structure and generally nothing interesting going on for him.

Patton seemed determined to get rid of each of these negative thoughts single handedly though, seeing how lovingly he let his hands slide over the others chest and hips, how his lips traced the line of Logans collar bone and up his neck, making him shiver.

“Gosh Lolo, I wanna take you apart for hours, just to see that pretty face of yours light up again...”

Logan had to swallow hard, already feeling incredibly impatient, which was very out of character for him, but he might just spontaneously combust if the knot in his stomach got any tighter. He was just too nervous and scared, that it all would turn out to be nothing but a cruel joke. So enjoying the slow pace right now, proved difficult. He wanted to seal the deal already, so he eagerly lifted his hips as Patton hooked his finger under his boxers waistband.

As his last shield was removed, he realised how incredibly vulnerable and open he was making himself for the world to see. Or well, just Patton in this case. But whats the difference, right? So he wasn't feeling any less scared of rejection.

“You now, we can always take it slow, right? We don't have to go all the way tonight, I could just-”

“No!”

Logan flinched at how his voice cracked as he raised it in protest, so he just shook his head to emphasize his point.

“No I want- I want to go all the way. Please Pat, I can't wait any longer. I'm ready, I promise.”

Patton sighed but smiled softly in response, letting his warm hands soothe along Logan's smooth skin.

“Okay. But you promise to tell me right away if it gets too much, okay?”

Another nod and finally, Patton's hands were on him again, but this time, less hesitant. They stroked over his chest, teasing his nipples and pushing his legs apart. Logan would have never guessed how sensitive his inner thighs could be.

He managed to keep his mouth shut, partially to not embarrass himself and partially, because he was just so used to it. But he had a feeling, that his composure would be slowly drained from him, as his breath caught in his throat at the mere sound of a bottle cap popping open.

He cracked his eyes open to watch Patton spread the sticky liquid on his fingers and even rub them together to warm it up slightly.

“I know what you're about to ask and yes. Yes I'm ready, Patton.”

The other just looked at him dumbfounded for a second, before breaking out in chuckles.

“You're so eager, Baby. Can't stand to not be in control, mh? Oh, just you wait, one of those days I'm gonna make you wait for it until this beautiful mind of yours is filled with nothing but want and need.”

Logan outright whimpered at that suggestion, having to swallow hard and close his eyes, needing a moment to calm his nerves. Still, after releasing a shaky breath, he managed to spread his legs a little more, letting skilled fingers circled his hole.

A wince managed to get past his tightly closed lips, but it soon morphed into a moan.

Patton's fingers managed to go so much deeper than his own ever could and they weren't all impatient and quick, they built up speed, slowly getting him ready, while pressing all the right buttons.

In mere minutes, Logan was reduced to a moaning, writhing mess, pushing his hips down, while trying to get Patton's fingers to fuck him faster, to press against that certain spot harder, but the other wouldnt budge, covering him in kisses and compliments, while working him up to three fingers.

Even though he insisted that he was ready after the second, Patton just shook his head and kissed his lips, knowing full well that he was a lot to take.

It drove Logan crazy. He was so close already, shivering and moaning each time fingers just so much as brushed against his prostate, but each and every time he thought he might fall over the edge, Patton pulled away, redirecting his approach and working on just stretching the other.

Logans whole body was tense and his legs were slowly beginning to shake with the effort, making him almost consider throwing in the towel, just so he could finally cum. But then Patton pulled back, pressing a final kiss to his forehead and beginning to rummage in his jeans pockets for the condom that was stored there.

Logan expected his nerves to come back with a vengeance, but all there was left for him to feel was impatience.

Seeing the full length of Patton's cock for the first time, made his mouth go dry and a curse slip from his lips. Still, his legs fell open easily, his arms reaching out to pull his lover into a deep kiss.

Their glasses clanked together awkwardly, but they left them on, neither of them not wanting to be able to see.

“I'm gonna go slow, okay baby? It might still hurt a bit and I really don't want to make you cry.”

Logan all but scoffed at that thought, definitely not wanting to subject himself to the horrible embarrassment but also truly about to reach his breaking point.

“Patton, I swear to god, if you go any slower- o-oh...”

This might be Logan's first time doing it with someone else, but he had extensive experience with his own fingers and toys, so he should have been fine, right?

Yeah, no.

There are worlds between that and what was happening in that moment.

Feeling Patton's body weigh down on him slightly, having his legs stretched out and wrapped around hips, feeling every single inch of the other sliding into him, filling him up to the brim, knocking the breath out of him.

And then there was that incredible heat, coiling in his stomach, radiating from the others body and filling his lungs.

At one point, Logan felt like he couldn't take any more, there couldn't possibly be more to take, but alas, he was wrong.

As Patton finally bottomed out with a soft sigh, Logan felt himself slip into a state of pure sensation, his mind shutting off for good.

The others slow but steady rolling of his hips, turning into cautious thrusts, had him panting and clinging onto everything he could, letting out little whines of pleasure.

“Oh Lo... Lolo ah, you feel so perfect... You're perfect, you know that? So smart and beautiful and kind and lovely and you feel so good and I've... oh I've wanted to kiss you for years now. I love you, you know that, right? We all do, Lolo and- oh no...”

And then, Logan did end up crying. His eyes were closed and he felt so full, so warm and so absolutely adored, that it became a bit too much for him.

The symphony of sensation, the perfect mixture of being held, of having his body gently guided, of being loved and fucked at the same time. It made something break inside of him.

That seemed to be a good thing though, because Logan found himself clenching his legs around Patton's hips and his arms clinging to the others neck, refusing to let go, not allowing his partner to pull away or end things prematurely.

“Dont. D-dont you dare stop now, Patton. Keep going, I need it, I want it, please just... just keep going?”

It wasn't supposed to sound like a question, but that's how it came out. Unsure and needy and Logan would have been horrified, if he had the capacity to feel anything other than need and love right now.

Pattton looked momentarily alarmed, before finally being able to shake off his worry, a reassuring smile slipping onto his lips as he cupped Logans face, brushing some of his tears away with his thumb and sealing their lips back into a kiss.

“I've got you... just hold on to me, okay? I've got you.”

Logan didn't even manage to nod as the other picked up his thrusts again, this time without hesitation. His back was arched up high, his head thrown back and fingers tangled into messy curls.

His voice was now reaching a volume, he had never imagined possible, all control slipping from him as his moans bounced off the walls and mixed so perfectly with Patton's whispered promises.

As a warm hand managed to slip in between their bodies and close around Logans neglected cock, it took all but two seconds for him to finally let go. The orgasm ripped out of him so suddenly and forcefully, he saw stars for a few moments.

Staying awake after that proved to be incredibly difficult and the only thing he could really process was Patton pulling away, just to tug the blankets up around their bodies and cuddling in next to him almost immideatly.

Despite the incredible calmness Logan was experiencing, his limbs being heavy and sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness, something did bother him.

“Pat... Patton you didnt...do you want me to uhm... do something?”

Patton laughed gently and shook his head, simply pulling his very sleepy partner into a hug and beginning to play with his hair.

“Its alright, love. You did wonderfully and as long as you're okay, I don't need you to do anything right now. Maybe another time.”

Yes, Logan thought while finally succumbing to sleep. Definitely another time.

#logicality #lamp #polyamsanders #not safe for sanders #university au #crying #lone lone lonely #my stuff

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 3 years

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Ballad of Sara Berry (35mm fic 2/2)

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Virgil barely remembered his father at this point. It had been almost twelve years by then, why would he have to?

After all, it wasnt as if he had been the only family member to give Virgil any attention, or to sing him to sleep or lecture him about running in front of cars without watching the roads.

Oh no, Virgil's remaining parent, Lucan, was perfectly adequate.

It wasnt as if Virgil spent most of his life afraid of his father.

When Lucan was unemployed his time was spent yelling at Virgil's favorite parent, Patton.

After Patton died, Lucan became distant, his eyes hollow, his expression tense.

He didnt even realize when Virgil cut his hair for the first time, a half-hazard cut that had marked Virgil's first steps into his true self.

Lucan's absence only intensified when he did finally get a job, and more money than Virgil really thought he needed.

He didnt notice the money spent on a binder.

Nor the boyfriend constantly being smuggled into his room.

And Virgil shouldnt have cared, honestly it was probably good for him not to be around Lucan.

But he wanted the attention, he was desperate for it, and he'd do anything to get it.

"Viv, sweetheart, baby, it's not healthy. . ." Virgil groaned slightly at the phrase as Roman ran his hands through his hair.

"But I dont get it! I do all this stuff that wouldve made him explode if I did it when I was younger! What's so different now!" He responded, now sitting upright to look at his boyfriend.

"Well for one, you're almost an adult, for two, he has a job, for three, why would you want that kind of attention????" Roman said, now grabbing the sides of Virgil's face.

"I dont know! I just want to feel something ok!" Virgil responded.

"Baby. . ." Roman pulled Virgil close so his face was buried in Roman's chest.

"You wanna talk about prom?. . ." Virgil murmured.

"What about prom?" Roman said.

"Do you think we'll be prom royalty?" Virgil asked.

"Do you want to be?" Roman said, brushing his thumb against the lower part of Virgil's neck.

"Mhm. . ." Virgil said quietly.

"Well then you'd better start working on it huh?" Roman said, Virgil nodded.

And so that's what he did, and out of it, he got exactly what he wanted. Lucan had taken an acute interest in Virgil's securing of that crown, and Virgil was going to ride that high for as long as possible.

Until a new threat had approached, Emile Picani, straight-A student, had lost a leg in a wreck a few weeks ago.

And now, all the prom attention was going to him.

Virgil couldnt have that.

"Virgil, listen to me closely," virgil had been sitting with his father nightly in order to debate their plans.

"Life- is exactly like prom, you absolutely have to win, or you will be crushed. Not to mention, it would have devastated your father, and you dont want that do you?" Lucan said coldly, Virgil nodded.

He hadnt seen Roman in quite some time, and the few times he had, they'd argued to no end.

"You're to caught up in this! If you were doing this for yourself youd just let Emile win and be done with it!" Virgil rarely saw Roman this angry, and it was- confusing.

Didnt he get it?

Didnt he understand?

If they didnt win- they'd be failures, they'd never amount to anything!

"You know what- Virgil, if you cant get your act together- I'm taking Emile to senior prom instead.

Virgil froze.

"Wh- but- Roman you cant do that! What about us? What about our crown?" Virgil said, grasping for Roman's hoodie as he walked away.

"You can wear the crown alone. Since you seem to love it more than me." Was the only thing Roman said before he disappeared around the corner.

Virgil was devastated.

"Come on Virgil, why be so calm about this! Theres no room for pirnces at prom," was Lucan's only advice.

And it was advice Virgil repeated for days.

He hadnt taken off the dress he bought since the day he'd bought it.

His mirror's were all shattered.

His hands covered in blood from broken glass.

His face covered in smudged and running makeup.

There were six reasons he was like this.

Roman, who'd left him vulnerable.

Remus, Roman's brother, Virgil wasnt sure how- but he must have had something to do with Roman's betrayal.

Logan, Janus, and Remy, the prom committee, they likely counted those votes, they controlled how much of Virgil's campaign was seen, they probably hid it away.

And Emile, Emile who's stupid pity votes had cost him his boyfriend and his crown and his one shot at attention.

Virgil glanced for a few moments at the knife laying on his bedside table, he wasnt sure when he'd put it there, it was bent out of shape, like it'd been beat by a rock.

And he made a decision.

It was easy, really, his kingdom needed protection, he was just taking out threats.

A simple drop of poison in Logan's chalice was enough.

A stray rock took care of Remus just as easily.

The blunt end of a bat handled the issue of Remy.

He relished in the cheers as his subjects discovered the remains of Janus, scattered across the school like rose petals.

And he saved a special treatment for his ex-lover.

His hands fit comfortably around Roman's throat, it was strange, really, to be in the situation.

It almost hurt when bubbles stopped forming from under the water.

And then he found his crown, he was surrounded by cheers.

And he was even more thrilled with the arrival of another prince, this one willing to dance, and escort him to his castle.

And waiting there, Patton, but something seemed. . . Off.

"Papa? Do you like the castle! Its huge isnt it!" Virgil tried his best to get his father's excitement as high as his.

"Virgil. . . It's not real- you're in a cell sweetie. . ." Patton said.

Virgil looked around again.

There were an odd amount of stripes in the castle.

He went over the events in his head.

"But- I saved everyone! Is it because I didnt get all the enemies?" Virgil whispered, now realizing- he'd never taken down Emile.

"They werent enemies sweetie. . . You were warped. . . Your father twisted everything about you so he wouldnt have to deal with you. . ." Patton said, his hand resting on Virgil's cheek.

Virgil went over the events again.

And again.

And then he broke.

He screamed and cried and threw himself against the walls as he realized just what had happened.

And with each hit, Patton's grip on his shoulders seemed to feel more and more solid.

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ssidesblog · 4 years

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teacher au !

(i only know how the american education system works + my school is very standard and could even be argued its worse than most public schools but thats my only point of reference ! ap stands for advanced placement and essentially means classes someone can take in hs and at the end of the year take a test, if the test is passed they gain college credit.)

roman: the loud drama teacher who doubles as the ap english teacher for the senior class. hes the teacher all the gay kids go to when they need to vent or just need advice. he makes his english class as interesting as possible; its the ap senior class so the entire course is focused on british literature, the shakespeare unit is always everybodys favorite bc roman knows so much and makes everything much easier to understand. his theatre classes are extremely chaotic and are his favorite classes of the day. the drama room is a safe space for a lot of the gay kids at school and roman makes sure hes in his room during lunch every day unless theres Important Teacher Buissness he needs to attend to. hes the director for the after school plays and 'makes' virgil codirect with him (hes in charge of all the techies). he has his favorite students (he would never admit it but like everyone Knows) who often view him as a parental/older brother type figure. hes stayed after school with kids for hours until their rides came and has even given kids rides home. hes really close to his kids and each year he cries when the senior class leaves. the theatre department doesnt get a lot of funding so roman works hard to put on shows that they can be proud of and each year he becomes more and more motivated to being new people into theatre.

logan: hes the junior year ap language + composition teacher !!! he tutors for every subject bc hes knowledgeable so he teaches basically every subject. a lot of kids go to his room during lunch + after school for tutoring and hes the reason half the school is actually passing their classes. he chose to teach language and compisition bc he loves language and being able to teach the importance of it. all of the students know just the right thing to say to get him off course and just talking about anything (theyre favorite thing is to ask about space) and he spends almost the entire period talking about that and not the actual lesson. logan + roman's english classes are next to each other and theres a door that seperates them. often times students will find sticky notes on the little window of the door that logan and roman have written for each other. all of the students think theyre secretly dating or at least WANT them to be. roman likes to go into logans class and be annoying when hes on his free period. hes also the debate teacher ! during free periods roman helps logan with his debate students. roman and logan often times get way too out of hand and their debates turn into a 'what not to do during a debate' example.

virgil: the art teacher ! theres only three art classes (beginning, intermediate, and ap) and he teaches all of them. during the start of the year hes fairly quiet and reserved but a lot of his students really like him. hes a very relaxed teacher and similar to roman gives a safe space for kids to hang out. a lot of the more reserved gay kids hang out in his room during lunch. he takes three days a week to make sure hes available to tutor during lunch, hes not as smart as logan but he has a good grasp on math so he helps a lot of his art students with their math work (theyre gay art kids ofc they dont know how to do math). virgil assigns the beginning + intermediate class to paint backgrounds for the plays and thats usually two weeks to a month that he takes his class to the drama room to work. its a way more loud atmosphere as roman also has classes going on. this is when a lot of the students see that virgil is not nearly as quiet and reserved as they thought. when hes around roman hes a lot more talkative; he's constantly jokingly making fun of roman and being a scarcastic pain in the ass. every year thats when his classes shift and hes a lot more open and fun with his classes. he plays music during class since hes not lecturing most of the time. he switches from playing classical to emo music, sometimes within the same day.

patton: hes the psychology teacher ! he only has two classes he actually teaches so when he isnt teaching hes actually a one of the two school psychologists (the other one being picani). he teaches two normal psych classes and leaves ap to janus ! hes a very hands on teacher and does lots of example based learning ! during lunch a lot of his students can be seen doing surveys to collect data for an assignment. as a school psychologist he makes sure to be as welcoming as possible, he understands why a lot of students dont want to see a school psychologist, they dont have a good rep. the kids who do see him though feel extremely safe and secure around him. hes really good at calming kids down from panic attacks, his office is filled with stim toys and theres at least 10 weighted blankets. some times kids come in just to take naps. virgil hangs out in his office a lot whenever students arent there. logan comes in on especially stressful days to either nap or read. roman borrows fidget toys from him on days where his adhd is particularly bad. remus comes in sometimes to get quick and weird psychology facts. janus and him have long discussions about philosophy and grade papers together !!

remus: anatomy and biology/ap bio teacher >:3 he is so insanley chaotic. he wanted to also teach chemistry but the principal (thomas) did NOT trust him to be around chemicals. disections are always fun ! he encourages students to NOT eat anything they disect bc hes alr tried it and it doesnt taste good (nobody knows if this is a joke or not). hes a very jokey teacher and is a fake asshole to all of his students. he is not a harsh grader at all and honestly even of a student dont get a single thing right on a test theyll probably pass as long as they tried ! roman often comes into his room during one of his free periods to tell stories about the borderline psychopathic shit remus used to do as a kid. theres a lot of storytelling in his class and each time the students are in disbelief. despite the chaos, remus is a really good teacher and everyone who takes his class learns a lot. hes definetly known to be one of the more interesting teachers and none of his classes are ever boring.

janus: he teaches ap psych, gov/econ (both normal and ap) and ap us history ! he has no free periods and he is completely ok with that. he and logan are both known for being chatty cathys and his ap psych class takes full advantage of that as a way to learn. although theyre different, janus talks a lot about philosophy to his psych students and applies a lot of what theyre learning to different philosophies. his gov/econ classes are more chaotic. theres a lot of debates and he still applies philosophy to a lot of the ideas he teaches in those classes. his ap us history class is the most chaotic. the debates in his gov/econ classes are more amoungst students but his us history class has held a lot of debates against janus and his more closeminded students. janus teaches a lot of stuff not normally taught like black history is america, native history, and a lot of the shit america did Wrong in the past and how its affecting the present. on top of his full class schedule hes the advisor for mock trial who meets afterschool. patton comes in to help the best he can (usually hes a 'what not to do' example). roman also comes in to help them make their roles the best they can possibly be

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #logince #moceit #teacher au #ok so its technically morning bc its 5 am 😌#remus is based off my own anatomy teacher #he is a chaotic gremlin man and im sad i wont have him next year #he once told us he made a bet with a kid that he couldnt jump over his own arm #and the kid took him up on the bet like real money and the kid didnt do it right and broke his arm #to which my teacher called the nurse and gave him the money #he has wild stories esp abt his daughter lol #also logan getting distracted easily is based off my 8th grade science teacher #we asked him to tell us about the godfather movies and he spent the entire 50 min class talking about all of the god father movies #hes also an influence for remus bc he had wild stories and was a fake asshole to us #a kid had a little mark on his head from some like football accident i think ?#it wasnt big just like a little nic #and my teacher said 'oh its the mark from when yr mom trued to get ride of you it obv didnt work'#we had a discussion abt abortions at one of my table groups and he came up to us and said 'all you really need is a coat hanger'#we were 12 and that has stuck with me #he was also super passionate abt space and now he works at my local observatory #roman is based off my drama teacher bc i miss her :(#shes like a mom to me and the thot of not being able to see her for a long time is making me sad #i wrote this bc i miss school a lot which sounds whack #but like i wanna b a teacher school is important to me :((

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lununnunna · 4 years

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American Doll || Dabi x Reader

fluff in which dabi celebrates your american holiday just for you

(idk how 2 put things under the cut so im sorry if it turns out long and ends up on ur dash)

you were beaming, jittery with excitement as you held dabi’s warm hand in yours, allowing him to lead you through the unfamiliar trail he claimed to know like the back of his hand. your other, unoccupied hand lifted to grasp the strap of your backpack, heavy with blankets for the outing you two would be having.

after a while of trekking through the long shadows of trees cast by the setting sun, you reached a ledge of sorts, water tower in view. dabi stopped just beside it, letting go of your hand to shrug off the bag on his shoulders, leaving you to admire the view of the city you had from here.

“its beautiful,” you breathed, to which your boyfriend merely responded with a grumble, occupied with shuffling through his bag.

you turned, slipping your own bag from your shoulders, beginning to lay out the thick blanket and anchoring the corners with nearby rocks. just as you pulled out the other blanket, dabi joined your side, cheeky grin pulling at his lips.

“so, babe, you ready to light these shits the fuck up?” he referred to the arrange of several illegal fireworks he had spread out, dropping his now empty backpack onto the blanket.

you grinned, nodding eagerly. “more than ready.”

he chuckled softly, pulling you by the waist to press a quick peck to your forehead. “just be prepared to run if anyone decides to come check out all the commotion.”

with that, he playfully ruffled your hair, ignoring your irritated huffs and squeals of protest to grab the first he had on his list— roman candles. he grabbed your hand, tugging you close.

“ever played with these before?” he asked, placing your hand on the stick.

you shook your head no.

dabi hummed, shifting behind you to clasp his hands over yours, angling the firework away from your body and towards the sky. “theyre pretty fun to shoot at people, but i wouldn’t recommend that to someone as sweet as you.” he rested his chin atop your head. “now, just hold on tight, and keep your arms straight out. dont let go, and dont flinch away. they have a quite a few shots in em, so letting go early is a big no-no. most people just stick them in the ground, but i think theyre more fun to hold.”

“of course you would be doing things like that,” you teased lightly, tightening your grip on the stick as he pressed his shoulders against your ears. you looked up to him in confusion.

“they might be loud,” he explained shortly, not even looking down to you. his left hand pulled away, index finger lighting with a small flame. “here it goes.”

his finger lit the fuse, and after a good couple seconds, the firework went off. you caught yourself flinching slightly, suddenly grateful that dabi was there to keep you steady. with each shot that flew into the sky, you felt your heart jump and your body fill with a rush of excitement. you watched with awe as the candles burst in the sky. after nine, ten shots lit up above the nearly set sun, dabi took the empty firework and tossed it aside carelessly.

“shouldnt you be more careful with that? i dont want to start a fire,” you voiced to him, looking at him with concern. he was bent over, and when he rose, he quirked a brow at you. “why do you think i made you pack a ton of water bottles?”

“oh.” was all you could say. you felt dumb as he bit a hole into the top of the water bottle he held in his hand, spraying the firework thoroughly. when he was finished, he pinched your cheeks.

“stop thinking like that, baby. i know youre probably thinking all sorts of bad things about yourself. so stop.” he kissed your lips lovingly, before pulling away and flicking your forehead. “now cmon, lets finish off the candles and boring fountains nd shit so we can get to the good stuff.”

after several of the smaller explosives were gone through, with a short pause due to dabi burning his hand when foolishly picking up a dud, he was now pulling out the thousand roll of firecrackers.

“this one is gonna sound like a fucking machine gun, so we might be getting some attention after this one. we’ll have to set off the mortars pretty quickly afterwards just in case,” dabi commented, unfurling the cheese roll looking firework. he grinned, telling you to step back as he lit the fuse. he quickly made his way to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a firm kiss to your temple without ever looking away from the now erupting firecrackers.

you couldnt help squeezing onto dabis arms, the loud, fast crackles and pops making your heart pound in your chest. your ears will definitely be ringing after this.

dabis chest rumbled with gleeful laughter, his arms squeezing your waist tighter and his stapled cheek rubbing against yours. you couldnt help but to laugh alongside him, swelling with happiness at how much he seemed to be enjoying himself, after your begging and pleading and his complaints and protests when you suggested celebrating the fourth together. you were pleasantly surprised to realize the fire-user had experience with fireworks— though you really shouldnt be surprised, considering he was probably a bit of a troublemaker as a teenager; especially after his mention of shooting roman candles at people.

you were pulled from your thoughts as he left your side to douse the firecrackers in water, after he was sure they were all over, and he began to line up the remaining fireworks— the mortars. these ones, he seemed particularly excited for, which is probably why he saved them for last.

once they were all set up, you heard him let out a small cackle-like laugh as he hurriedly lit them one by one. he was darting back to your side, grinning so wide you couldnt help but to worry if one of his staples might tear— but you hardly had time to fret over him, as he was eneveloping you once more, though this time he was between your legs and lifting you onto his shoulders. you nearly let out a scream, fingers threading tightly in his hair, legs squeezing around his head. he didnt seem fazed all that much, allowing you to calm down and adjust yourself so you werent strangling him anymore.

by now, the fireworks were lighting up the sky in rapid succession, your boyfriends laughter drowned by the volume of the explosions. it almost felt surreal, sitting here on dabis shoulders, bathing in an array of colorful flares, his rumbling laughter vibrating your calves and his large hands squeezing your thighs. you felt at peace, watching the blasts you know he bought specifically for you. you were filled with warmth admiring the shapes of hearts and stars filling the sky.

it wasnt long before the fireworks went out, and you were on the ground once again as dabi cleaned up the fire hazard. you settled on packing up the blankets you didnt even use.

once the area was all clean and dealt with, dabi took your hand in his, a surprisingly gentle look on his face as he pulled you against his broad chest.

“happy fourth of july, my little american doll.”

he kissed you firmly, warmly, lips molding to yours as if he was channeling all the love in his being to give to you. you melted into his touch.

“i love you, dabi. thank you for doing this for me.”

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alwaysanotherrainbow · 4 years

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my boyfriend never texts first

Remus just wants to not be the first one to send a message every once in a while. That’s not too much to ask, right?

relationship: romantic remrom, background remy and emile (also romantic)

warnings: major character death, extended mourning (secondary warnings- brief discussion of religious holidays, brief underage drinking mention, a lot of all-caps) notes: unrelated, human, hs/college au. virgil, emile, and remy are here too. If you need anything in the secondary warnings (or one of those latter three characters) edited out, please let me know and I can put that up for you!

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Remus always texted him first. Always. It didn’t matter the situation, didn’t matter the time date place name face. Who what when where why. It first started when he texted hi roman :) when they first got phones; for whatever reason, Roman just never texted first. Either he’d call or they’d talk in person.

No matter. Remus could cope.

May 1:

8:37 PM tody i saw you by my locker 8:39 PM *today 8:42 PM why didnt you say hi?

May 2:

9:30 PM a teacher talked to me today 9:30 PM wanted to talk about how i’m doing after 9:52 PM well you know. he’s a sick bastard

Really, it wasn’t too much to ask for, was it? He just wanted to see him text first once in a while! May 7:

3:32 PM: by the way idk if you got this last time 3:36 PM: my class ring size is the medium 3:44 PM: hopefully you order it by the deadline :P 4:03 PM: no idea when the deadline is 4:20 PM: bLAZE IT 4:24 PM: sorry i have like 0 money so i got it from the consignment shop 4:31 PM: i hope you like synthetic rubies!! leaving them with ur dad 10:40 PM: update. i cried for four hours with your dad.

June 2:

7:30 AM: gRaDuAtIoN dAy!!! 7:32 AM: there’s cookies in the reception menu 7:35 AM: snickerdoodles your favorite [eyes] 10:02 AM: i’m getting some for u 10:05 AM: [kissy face] 7:40 PM: the announcement was Weird 7:43 PM: anyways i have the snickerdoodles (Remus couldn’t go over to where Roman was staying, so he left them in the living room. He knew Roman would appreciate them. Hopefully he’d come over (wait, probably not, given...))

Well, actually, he could understand why he never texted first. June 11:

12:14 PM: roMAN 12:16 PM: [Attachment: Remus_Picani-Kleitman_Acceptance_Letter.pdf] 12:18 PM: YEAHHHH 12:24 PM: I’m sure you got in too SEND ME YOURS WHEN YOU GET IT 12:32 PM: WE MIGHT SHARE A ROOM YEA 12:35 PM: [Attachment: celebration.jpg]

Everyone was probably saying that he ought to just move on, but to be honest, he couldn’t... Actually, to be honest, no-one had told him to move on to his face yet. In fact, everyone was surprised he was doing so well, given how bad the circumstances were! The situation was stressing him out so much, even his dads were gently advising him to rethink things. (Well, that was part of the territory with one of them being a therapist and the other being a barista.)

“I got y’all some kouign-amann from the cafe,” said Dad, putting it down on the counter. His shirt had SLEEP scrawled on it with a Sharpie; it was the one that Remus had made for him as a joke. He still wore it. Huh.

“Sweetie, what’s a queen amahn?” asked Papa.

“It’s a... er, it’s like a... this is kinda like a croissant that had dreams of a muffin tin and salted caramel. One for you, babe.... then one for Doodlebug-”

“Can I leave some for Roman?” asked Remus.

They exchanged a glance.

“Of course you can,” said Papa with a smile. “Your candle’s on the table. Also, I got the news about being accepted into university? Good job, kiddo. You know, that was your father’s alma mater.”

“Are you sure you want to go to school right away after...? No problem taking a gap year.”

Papa glared at Dad. “Be nice.”

“I’m sorry, Remus, it’s just...” Dad put down his coffee. “If you’re not ready, if you need more time-”

"I’m sure,” said Remus with a grin, trying to get rid of what he just remembered. “Trust me.”

“Please find a good way to put away the snickerdoodles, they’ve been there since last week!” shouted Papa.

June 12:

12:12 AM: its twelve twelve make a wish 12:15 AM: hey when does your phone bill go out? 12:20 AM: im just saying that would Explain some things 12:22 AM: i know your dad pays Everything like a year in advance 12:34 AM: tell him i say hi 12:34 AM: 12:34 MAKE A WISH

July 12:

3:30 PM: guess who’s a double major in bio and theatre!! 3:32 PM: marine biology babey 3:53 PM: it’s good for the SOUL 4:04 PM: this cute octopus reminded me of you by the way 4:10 PM: [Attachment: for_roman]

August 14:

6:24 PM: moving in is the Worst 6:32 PM: by the way i got a single 6:35 PM: no roommates 6:41 PM: still have the bunk tho 6:44 PM: also got ur favorite pillo

August 30:

2:12 AM: roman it is like two o’clock in the morning what the Heck are you doing here, 2:15 AM: if u see me wave Hi 2:32 AM: ok >:c 2:42 AM: dont mind Me just studyin on top of the planetarium 3:15 AM: tbh i didn’t even know we go to the same campus? haven’t seen you around or anything 3:17 AM: shit phones gonna di

September 28:

2:20 PM: i failed my test 2:22 PM: idk what to d 2:24 PM: *do

September 29: 7:30 PM: remember that octopus you gave me that eats negative emotions? 7:32 PM: it works!!

October 3:

1:10 PM: You’d like the theatre program, really 1:15 PM: just so u know they’ve listed your name as an ‘honorary member of the class of’ 1:19 PM: that’s really nice of them. idk if your dad knows

October 23:

9:45 AM: i had to explain one of our inside jokes 8( 9:52 AM: i can’t Explain the deodorant thing that was One Time 9:55 AM: also why i’m called The Duke 9:56 AM: its bc you said it. not my fault 9:58 AM: its still cute pls call me that still 9:59 AM: pancake brunch pancake brunch pancake brunch October 31: 6:12 PM: sun’s down! joyous samhain 6:15 PM: i remember when you sewed me that octopus btw, the one that eats ucky feelings 6:19 PM: how long did it take you to get the laurel sachet into it?? 6:34 PM: also thank you thank you thank you for helping me find a friendly church to celebrate all saints day 6:47 PM: that year was a NIGHTMARE because you forgot to get your white candles and carnelian, and i forgot my holy water, so we were driving around town like Madmen 6:59 PM: it was worth it though 7:03 PM: i left you a script, i think you’ll like it.

November 9:

11:19 PM: i miss you so so much.

November 10:

12:20 AM: ignor this i drank like 12:24 AM: a lot 1:15 AM: i’m sorry i should’ve been with you 1:22 AM: i shouldve been there With You. 1:45 AM: but i wasn’t 2:20 AM: i didn’t know thered be a 4:11 PM: shit i just saw these. Sorry to bother you December 2:

10:10 AM: hey roman, been a bit. yea sorry about last time. too much of the Alcohol 10:13 AM: gonna go over to my parents’ house 1:00 PM: if you wanna come over, you can. dad’s making snickerdoodles and papa’s gonna watch atla (yes i still have that dvd you got me do not @ me it’s with your candles on your table just like everything else) 1:03 PM: that was on the dot, i’m happy.

December 21

8:34 AM: hey, it’s snowing 9:13 AM: couldn’t help leaving you some hot cocoa. and snickerdoodles of course 10:12 AM: i love you Remus went to go help his dads with making breakfast, but by the time everyone was done cleaning and they had finished watching some shitty Hallmark movie, he remembered that he had left his phone upstairs. Going upstairs and looking at it, he felt something in him break.

[2 Unread: Roman <3, bf’s dad]

10:22 AM, Roman <3: Why are you texting this number? 11:15 AM, bf’s dad: Remus, disregard that last, I’m so sorry. I just found his phone and I saw only the recent message first

The phone started ringing. Remus answered it as quickly as he could.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Sanders I didn’t know that someone was actually getting these messages I thought the line was out,” he said within a few seconds before the person on the other side sighed.

“No, it’s quite all right. And Virgil’s all right, by the way, if you prefer. I... I was just looking through his things for the first time. You know, it being a holiday and all... Memories, things like that.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“I just turned the phone back on, I’m getting a lot of messages.”

“Oh.” Remus stared at the wall, trying to come to terms with everything. “Well, I--”

“I’m not going to stop paying for his phone. I’m sorry, I just... I still have his voicemails on it, and I can’t stand the thought of it going offline either.”

“Right, I... I listen to it too.”

“I happened upon the last one he sent to you.”

“You looked at the messages?”

“I only looked over when I stopped getting new ones, but I saw the last question he sent you. For your ring size.”

“Yeah? He asked my ring size so that he could--”

“There’s no easy way to say this, but.. I found something of his. Can you come over?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t, but can you please tell me what it was? Please?”

“I really think I should tell you this in person.”

“Please, Mr. Sanders. Please, I... I can’t manage that.”

He sighed. “All right, Remus. I found an early acceptance letter to SJAU, and... and a ringbox.”

Remus felt his grasp on the phone grow weak. It fell onto the bed, Mr. Sanders’ voice still clear.

“I think he was going to ask for you to....”

“No, we... We were just out of high school, I-- that doesn’t make sense.”

“He always was one for those romantic gestures. There’s some poems here, too. A life-plan. I’m not sure exactly what malacology is, but--”

“Mollusks. Like octopi and squids.. Sorry for cutting you off, what was that?”

“Some of it’s in your handwriting, but one of the entries is ‘ask him’, for the day after... you know.”

God, he could hear his sad smile through the phone. He knew exactly how Mr. Sanders looked right now just talking to him, probably wearing that hoodie that was too big on him, in a dusty room full of things that used to belong to the most vibrant person that Remus had ever met.

But then Roman had died.

He was the most wonderful person, and he had just died.

“I’ll come over to deliver the ring to you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s... that’s fine. Uh, call my dads first, though. They’re still not convinced I’m doing okay.”

“I understand. I’ll talk to you later, Remus.”

“Thank you, Mr. Sanders.”

The line went dead in his hands.

Remus held himself and wept.

December 28:

12:30 PM, Remus Picani-Kleitman: Mr. Sanders, would you like to come over for our New Year’s party? 12:34 PM, Remus Picani-Kleitman: It’s a tradition we had. You don’t have to if you’d rather not. 12:45 PM, Virgil Sanders: I’d love to go.

January 1:

12:00 AM: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! 12:05 AM: [Attachment: :)] 12:07 AM: we are all smiling in this photo and for that i think we deserve a hug. 12:10 AM: this rings the most beuatifl thing i’ve ever fuckign seen. thank you,, 12:14 AM: never gonna get rid of it <3 12:16 AM: it looks Good on my finger 12:30 AM: jsyk your dad’s asking my dads for the kouign amann recipe 12:32 AM: thats a pastry, i left those for u a while back 12:39 AM: okay i’m crying a bit but honestly, i love u 12:44 AM: I love you so so so much, Roman

Somewhere out there, whether it was from some wonderful paradise or beyond the veil or even only in wishful thoughts, Remus knew that someone was saying I love you too.

#remrom #remrom writing #my fics

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1x11 - Roman Holiday

Happy Christmas Everybody! Or rather I’m trying to delude myself into thinking it’s winter because it’s awfully hot in here. Too bad the episode only lasts like 40 minutes. Anyway here’s the recap.

This one didn’t get as long as the last ones, but I’ll use the keep reading break anyway because it’s a bit more neat for everyone.

Thoughts I had while watching the episode:

The Constance choir, oh how I miss it.

I have a coat really simliar to the one’s Jenny’s wearing, mine’s probably cheaper though.

Global Warming Grinch! what a surprise Dan’s complaining about something yei!

Here comes Vanessa raining on Serena’s parade! Auch. I never really know with her, because she seems nice and sincere and everything, but doesn’t she realize how uncomfortable this is for Serena? She doesn’t acts like Dan’s best friend, she acts like the soul mate or something like that.

I had almost forgotten about Bart Bass, if only. It’s not like Bart knows the actual meaning of the words “I’m in love with you” but I do ser her point on this Lily, ugh. I can’t believe I typed that.

I really like Blair’s outif the perfect mix between school uniform and holiday spirit. Also, I love her, but what with the long face at hearing Chuck is at Monaco? She dump him, so she shouldn’t care.So.. no, Nothing that she needs to know.

It’s sweet the amount of traditions Blair had with her dad, no wonder she wants him to move back to New York

I’ll never understand this show’s obsession with Dan’s cabbage patch doll.

Blair bear! I had totally forgot about that aww.

That look Blair share’s with her mom, haha “you don’t say what a suprise indeed”

Auch, I was vaguely wondering though in which episode Dan’s mom leaves again, not that I particularly care but I guess is this one

I know shows tape earlier than the season they’re suposed to be, but the park looks so autumm-y for Christmas, is taking me out of the mood. But since I don’t live in New York what do I know.

Blair’s skating outfit thoug, an all time fave.

I had totally forgotten Eleanor had a love interest this episode.

I mean to be fair, that watch is the kind of gift Serena would have made any boyfriend she had because it’s the kind of stuff she’s used to, and I feel for her because she was so excited, I do get where Dan’s coming from, it’s probably the same thing I would said in that situation, but aww Serena.

Again, Vanessa seems nice but, not cool girl.

Blair’s face at Chuck’s text was hilarious, though she shouldn’t be as surprised, Chuck’s pervy on a good day, and she sort of burned him. Not a good combo.

Blair Waldorf in action, sorry Roman.

I’ll never understand why Blair would ask Chuck to don’t speak to anyone about them, like honey letting him know you want to keep that secret, is giving him levarage.

Not a fan of having a scene were Serena is like “i came with my tail between my legs, please Vanessa help me to find Dan a gift” and even worse Vanessa is like “I would gloat, but I like you” that’s sorta gloating anyway, ugh.

Victoria’s Secret themed Christmas party, only on gossip gir.

Rufus and Lily, acting like scaredy cats teenagers.

“Friends doesn’t steal other friends husband” you tell him Eleanor.

This loos “so promising” for Blair, so Nate said he would go to her mom’s Christmas party, except he didn’t and nowshe’s tracking him down because he didn’t bother telling her. Same old story.

Blair spelling it out to Vanessa, and for once I think she wasn’ wrong in what she said. Also I love it when Blair is looking out for her friends.

Honestly I would react exactly as Serena and Eric if my mom dropped on me the bomb that she’s dating Bart Bass. That’s scary.

For once I’m liking Eleanor, also she’s dead right, Blair learned scheming from her mother, unrealistic dreaming from her father. Quite the combo. That’s why I lover.

Gotta love Lilly helping Dan to get that tree inside.

I mean considering I’ve seen the whole show, sorry Howard, but your words sound a bit hollow.

Ok, Serena’s gift for Dan was nice.

Dorota’s themed aprons are such a nice little detail.

Ngl, it mades me sad seeing Bart doing more of an effor with Lilly’s kids and never really bothering with Chuck.

Imagine if Lilly had answered the phone.

That photo of Nate looking like they’re in the Caribbean when they’re supposedly in Monace would never not be hilarious

Normally this is the part where I rant and rant about the episode, but this time I just dont’ have that much to say. I know a lot of people love this episode a lot, but I’m just not one of them, I didn’t fight it particularly memorable on first watch, and now on rewatch even less so, this episode is heavily focused on Derena and the end of the Humphrey marriage, and I don’t really care about either of those things. The only thing I really find interesting about this episode was Harold’s visit,, but on this episode for some reason Blair’s storyline felt like a B plot, that’s probably just me, but l’m finding out that episodes with a lot of Derena feel like such a drag to me now. I almost wish I could care about them again, if only for this season.

So, Blair’s dad. I’ll get it out of the way soon, I’m not a fan. He may have been the loving parent while Blair grew up, but I don’t feel he really knows her, not the way Eleanor does, and I’m not even talking about her dark side, but as Eleanor pointed out, how could he thought she would be glad he had brought over the man he left for when it was supposed to be them enjoying the holiday.

We were told on the Thanksgiving episode that that was suposed to be his first visit after moving to France, and I mentioned there that it sounded like Blair hadn’t seen her father in a long time, which isn’t nice.I feel Harold never really grasped how much he hurt his daughter when he left for France, it was a lot to take for a 16 year old girl who was a total daddy’s girl. First, there’s the separation of her parents, then the fact that her dad is gay, those two were quite a lot, and then he’s like oh I’ll move to France. I’m sure part of the reason Harold stuck in out in his marriage was Blair, and he shouldn’t have to hide who he is and keep married to Eleanor, but I think he could have thought about it and delayed his moving to France. Like Eleanor said this episode Blair might like to act like an adult, but she was at this point still very much a girl in need of her dad.

And this episode he may have said there would always be a place on his life for Blair no mather what, but it was never the same, I mean last episode was Cotillion, and Blair didn’t have any of her parents there, it was probably Dorota the one that was exicted for her, taking pictures and everything. I guess we’re supposed to think she probably talked frequently with her dad over the phone, but I feel in many ways it was mostly a superficial relationship, like I never got the impression Harold went out of his way to see his daughter. But I could be wrong.

The other bit I would like to mention is that not long ago I got an ask about what do I think Blair cared about Chuck not being into town this episode, having watched the episode again now, and I said: i feel she believed it’s always wise to keep and eye of Chuck and be wary of his intentions, gods knows what he’ll plot just for fun, and now they share history, a secret one at that so she has reason to be cautious, considering the message he sends her at the end of the episode she wasn’t wrong. And while I still think it had a lot to do with that, I do feel having her ask him not to spill the beans, wasn’t the smartest choice, I guess she was banking on him not using it as leverage because they’re are friends and because he had let her know at one point he had felt something, it’s what I call wishfull thinking.

On a more subconcious level I think she simply wanted to know because well she’s into him. She likes him. She ends their fling out of anger and it’s part that anger that leds her back to Nate, (and it also trills her that after so long Nate wants her, he’s going after her, not Serena). Of course at this point she’s not about to admit even to herself whatever she feels for Chuck, not only because she’s back on track with her so planned life but because well… he’s Chuck Bass, but that doesn’t mean she’s not atracted to him still.

Random bits I would love to mention

The one shot I’m writing (and hopefully finishing one of these days) is actually set between last episode and this one. Not that it wasn’t hard to guess, but I’m glad I got Nate’s location right.

Funny but like a week ago Buzzfeed shared this bit about the watch Serena gave Dan, turns’s out it costs about $25,000.

“All the grace of Nancy Kerrigan but packing the punch of Tonya Harding” sometimes the Gossip Girl voice is just so on point.

I’ve always loved Chuck’s voice mail “leave a message and I might listen to it”

The kind of headband Blair’s wearing at that Christmas party were sold anywhere last winter here. Guess they came back.

Lily’s golden dress makes me think of Klimt’s paintings. I like that.

Seriously Gossip Girl’s voice overs this episoder are making me laugh so much “sugar, spicy and everythin nice” not so much.

The Palace hotel decoreted for Christmats time!! I love it so much.

#gossip girl #gossip girl recap #gossip girl rewatch #1x11 #roman holiday

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why dont you agree with lgbt? the bible says nothing about it.. only the church does. do you listen to gods word (the bible) or other catholics? the only poeple who have a problem with it are the church not the bible

Dear anon,

You really should considerer your words before affirm something you can’t. I say that because Bible say things about homosexuality specifically, you can find:

Leviticus 18:22

Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable.

Genesis 19:1-29 (Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah)

The two angels arrived at Sodom in the evening, and Lot was sitting in the gateway of the city. When he saw them, he got up to meet them and bowed down with his face to the ground. “My lords,” he said, “please turn aside to your servant’s house. You can wash your feet and spend the night and then go on your way early in the morning.”

“No,” they answered, “we will spend the night in the square.”

But he insisted so strongly that they did go with him and entered his house. He prepared a meal for them, baking bread without yeast, and they ate. Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom—both young and old—surrounded the house.They called to Lot, “Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can have sex with them.”

Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him and said, “No, my friends. Don’t do this wicked thing. Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do what you like with them. But don’t do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof.”

“Get out of our way,” they replied. “This fellow came here as a foreigner, and now he wants to play the judge! We’ll treat you worse than them.” They kept bringing pressure on Lot and moved forward to break down the door.

But the men inside reached out and pulled Lot back into the house and shut the door. Then they struck the men who were at the door of the house, young and old, with blindness so that they could not find the door.

The two men said to Lot, “Do you have anyone else here—sons-in-law, sons or daughters, or anyone else in the city who belongs to you? Get them out of here, because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to the Lord against its people is so great that he has sent us to destroy it.”

So Lot went out and spoke to his sons-in-law, who were pledged to marry his daughters. He said, “Hurry and get out of this place, because the Lord is about to destroy the city!” But his sons-in-law thought he was joking.

With the coming of dawn, the angels urged Lot, saying, “Hurry! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, or you will be swept away when the city is punished.”

When he hesitated, the men grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the Lord was merciful to them. As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!”

But Lot said to them, “No, my lords, please! Your servant has found favor in your eyes, and you have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life. But I can’t flee to the mountains; this disaster will overtake me, and I’ll die. Look, here is a town near enough to run to, and it is small. Let me flee to it—it is very small, isn’t it? Then my life will be spared.”

He said to him, “Very well, I will grant this request too; I will not overthrow the town you speak of. But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it.” (That is why the town was called Zoar.)

By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the Lord out of the heavens. Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.

Early the next morning Abraham got up and returned to the place where he had stood before the Lord. He looked down toward Sodom and Gomorrah, toward all the land of the plain, and he saw dense smoke rising from the land, like smoke from a furnace.

So when God destroyed the cities of the plain, he remembered Abraham, and he brought Lot out of the catastrophe that overthrew the cities where Lot had lived.

Romans 1:26,27

Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts.

Even their women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones.

In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations

with women and were inflamed with lust for one another.

Men committed indecent acts with other men,

and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion.

1 Corinthians 6:10

nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor robbers will inherit the kingdom of God.

That is what some of you used to be; but now you have had yourselves washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of our God.

Sexual Immorality.*

“Everything is lawful for me,” but not everything is beneficial. “Everything is lawful for me,” but I will not let myself be dominated by anything.

“Food for the stomach and the stomach for food,” but God will do away with both the one and the other. The body, however, is not for immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord is for the body;

God raised the Lord and will also raise us by his power.

Do you not know that your bodies are members of Christ? Shall I then take Christ’s members and make them the members of a prostitute? Of course not!

[Or] do you not know that anyone who joins himself to a prostitute becomes one body with her? For “the two,” it says, “will become one flesh.”

But whoever is joined to the Lord becomes one spirit with him.

Avoid immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the immoral person sins against his own body.

Do you not know that your body is a temple* of the holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own?

For you have been purchased at a price. Therefore, glorify God in your body.

1 Timothy 1:10

We are well aware that the Law is good, but only provided it is used legitimately, on the understanding that laws are not framed for people who are upright. On the contrary, they are for criminals and the insubordinate, for the irreligious and the wicked, for the sacrilegious and the godless; they are for people who kill their fathers or mothers and for murderers, for the promiscuous, homosexuals, kidnappers, for liars and for perjurers -- and for everything else that is contrary to the sound teaching that accords with the gospel of the glory of the blessed God, the gospel that was entrusted to me.

I think I’ve given you enough proves about what the Bible says about homosexuality. Church just explains why the Bible says that. Also, for your interest, you have the Catechism that says:

2357. "HOMOSEXUALITY refers to relations between men or between women who experience an exclusive or predominant sexual attraction toward persons of the same sex. It has taken a great variety of forms through the centuries and in different cultures. Its psychological genesis remains largely unexplained. Basing itself on Sacred Scripture, which presents homosexual acts as acts of grave depravity, [Cf. Gen 191-29 ; Rom 124-27 ; 1 Cor 6:10 ; 1 Tim 1:10 .] tradition has always declared that 'homosexual acts are intrinsically disordered.'[CDF, Persona humana 8.] They are contrary to the natural law. They close the sexual act to the gift of life. They do not proceed from a genuine affective and sexual complementarity. Under no circumstances can they be approved."

2358. "The number of men and women who have deep-seated homosexual tendencies is not negligible. They do not choose their homosexual condition; for most of them it is a trial. They must be accepted with respect, compassion, and sensitivity. Every sign of unjust discrimination in their regard should be avoided. These persons are called to fulfill God's will in their lives and, if they are Christians, to unite to the sacrifice of the Lord's Cross the difficulties they may encounter from their condition. "

2359. "Homosexual persons are called to chastity. By the virtues of self-mastery that teach them inner freedom, at times by the support of disinterested friendship, by prayer and sacramental grace, they can and should gradually and resolutely approach Christian perfection. "

With this, what Cathecism says it that feel attraction for other equal sex people isn’t sin, but to consent on this attraction and have sexual activity with a person of the same sex, this is sinful and it’s totally wrong, so wrong that even the Bible says it. Forgive me to say that, but you have no reason in your words.

So, answering your question, I totally listen God’s word, because the Bible is saying it, and I listen The Church because Church explain it.

CONCLUSION: BIBLE AND CHURCH ARE SAYING THE SAME!

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Sanders Sides MBTI Types

I did this for The Umbrella Academy, so it was about time that I did this for Sanders Sides.

Logan - ESTJ

I know you’re probably confused. I mean, he’s literally the embodiment of logic, how could he not be xNTx? Well, it all goes down to cognitive functions.

Logan is quite obviously a Te dominant. I can understand Ti, but I believe that his thinking function leans more to the extroverted side (lol, get it? Side?).

I’ll copy and paste something I found about Te that I found on the MBTI subreddit that was posted by u/GodSteph:

“Te users believe in facts, data, and information they gather from Outside sources. They believe in survey results, in graphs, numbers that represent people's decisions and ideas. They feed their mind with information validated outside of their heads. For them, if results of different surveys or information seem accurate to lots of people, these results are accurate too. They don't stop and internally process if the information seems reasonable inside their heads. They dont validate it internally. They just accept it.”

Seems like Logan, right?

Now, you’re probably wondering why auxiliary Si rather than Ni.

Dominant and auxiliary Si users (xSxJ) are suckers for the rules. They don’t really think much about questions, theories, and things like that. That also makes sense for Logan. Every time he gets into an argument with Roman, it’s always about Rules vs. Innovation. Sure, Logan does veer off from your typical sensor when he references famous philosophers, but that’s probably because of his well-developed tertiary Ne.

So, yeah. Logan is an ESTJ.

Patton - ESFJ

Patton definitely leads with Fe. Fe focuses on the emotions around them and people who use it tend to be good at recognising the emotions of the people around them. Unhealthy Fe can be used to manipulate others and/or cause the person to care about what others think about them too much.

Patton has been shown to use healthy Fe by making sure that everyone else is happy and taking care of their needs like the dad he is. But unhealthy Fe does show up every now and then.

Unsympathetic!Patton is a classic example of using Fe to manipulate others. I won’t go into it too much because I know people aren’t really comfortable with thinking about Patton like that.

Unhealthy Fe that keeps seeking approval from others shows up every now and then as well. He feels like he needs to keep up the act of being happy all the time so the other Sides don’t worry about him. So yeah, Fe dominant for Patton.

Now, what about auxiliary Si? Well, like I said, Si users are suckers for the rules. Patton never wants to step out of line and is desperate to always stay morally right. Si users also tend to be very nostalgic, I’m pretty sure, and I don’t even have to explain that if you’ve seen the Moving On episodes.

So, yeah. Patton is an ESFJ.

Roman - ENFP

Do I even need to explain dominant Ne? Ne is literally the cognitive function that describes Roman.

I can see why someone might type Roman as an ENTP stuck in a Ne-Fe loop, but I think he uses Fi, not Fe. Fi is one of the hardest functions to explain, so this might be a little tricky. Fi has a lot to do with strong beliefs and morals. Fi also has a lot to do with authenticity, which is something that matters a lot to Roman since he’s always pushing himself to be completely original, and well, authentic.

So, yeah. Roman is an ENFP.

Virgil - INTP

Virgil is stuck in a Ti-Si loop.

“The Ti-Si loop traps the INTP in their introverted functions and causes them to neglect their extraverted functions. Instead of looking at possibilities and thinking of the future, the INTP becomes very caught up in analyzing the past for answers using Ti (Introverted Thinking) and Si (Introverted Sensing). This causes the INTP to become very nostalgic, thinking of the past and sometimes idealizing it. They might want to use this information to help them understand things better, searching for answers from mistakes or actions taken in the past. This can cause the INTP to overthink the situation quite a bit, since they aren’t relying on or trusting their functions in the way they are used to. They use this past information but will analyze it to death, not really knowing when they have figured out the right answers and solutions from what they have uncovered. Instead of grasping the full picture, the INTP becomes obsessive over the past and so they are often missing important facts and details. They are only seeing things from a much more narrow scope, feeling trapped in those emotions and behaviors from their past. The information they are gathering becomes much more subjective, and so they try to find ways to fill in the blanks and often come up with results which are missing facts that the INTP desperately needs. Not having those pieces can cause the INTP to seem a bit paranoid about their relationships, since they compare current connections to one’s from the past. If someone exhibits behaviors similar to another person the INTP once knew, they will often judge them based on this. Instead of trusting in their intuition, the INTP is relying too heavily on the past and finds themselves disconnected and possibly paranoid about people and the choices they have made.”

(Found here: https://personalitygrowth.com/INTP-ti-si-loop-what-it-means-and-how-to-break-free/)

The last bit really applies to Virgil. Roman and Logan have both slipped up and nearly pointed out that Virgil is paranoid. Also, “If someone exhibits behaviors similar to another person the INTP once knew, they will often judge them based on this.” really reminds me of the theory that Virgil was mistrusting of Roman before because he reminded Virge about Remus too much.

Deceit - INTJ

I AM SO SICK OF PEOPLE SAYING THAT DECEIT IS AN ENTJ. HE’S NOT. EVEN IF WE’RE TYPING BY DICHOTOMIES, HE’S AN INTJ.

First, my weakest point: if we’re typing by dichotomies, he’s an introvert. He looks down on social engagements (”Well, the bar for skipping an important occasion should be higher than a...social engagement.”), already indicating that he’s an introvert. Also, he absolutely loses it when he’s around others for too long. Look at how Deceit behaves near the end of SvS. He’s absolutely done with the others.

Next, my second weakest and second strongest point which will be copied and pasted from a point I made on Personality Database:

“An ENTJ would enlist the help of the people around him to reach their goals. Deceit does that with going to Remus in DWIT, but it's in a last-ditch effort to get Thomas to understand that Deceit is not trying to harm him. Originally, Deceit planned on solving his problem independently, just like an INTJ would. The only reason he got Remus to help him was that there were no other options. If there were, I can guarantee that Deceit would leave the other Dark Sides out of all of this.”

Finally, my last and strongest argument. He leads with Ni, not Te. His Ni is SO HECKING APPARENT, HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE IT? In all of the episodes where he made an important appearance (that one point in Why Do We Get Out of Bed in the Morning and the end-card for The Nightmare Instead of Christmas don’t count), he referenced numerous philosophers like Kant, Sterner, and Plato.

He’s also very vision-oriented rather than goal-oriented, which is more INTJ rather than ENTJ.

Besides, Deceit’s entire character’s vibe screams “wE lIvE iN a sOcIeTy”, and I can’t think of anything more INTJ than that.

So, yeah. Deceit is an INTJ.

Remus - ENTP

Just like his brother, Remus is obviously an Ne user. Some people think he leads with Se and I just don’t see it. Se users are in touch with reality and that’s just not Remus. His mind is always somewhere else, thinking about kidnapping a goose and waterboarding it until it honks out the truth about the Illuminati, then planning on roasting the goose to death and force-feeding it’s body to Roman who’s begging his brother for freedom (not based off of a true story).

So, why Ti rather than Fi? Well, if you stop and think for a moment, Remus is actually kind of smart. He’s constantly throwing around random facts (”Did you know that dork means whale *redacted*?”, *insert some forbidden knowledge about Jeffery Dahmer here*, *some stuff that he knows about religion for some reason*) which is peak Ti user behaviour.

Remus also fits into a lot of ENTP stereotypes. His humour is either a) dirty, or b) dark. He loves mental sparring, or at least messing with other people’s heads. He’s extremely blunt and is not afraid to express his opinions on topics (”Have you forgotten about the part where I’m your creativity? Obviously I have opinions on the matter.”)

I can also see him being stuck in an Ne-Fe loop. I’m pretty sure that it was confirmed in a livestream that the only thing Remus wants is attention, which seems a lot like unhealthy Fe like I mentioned in Patton’s section. He also shows a lot of similarities with another ENTP character who’s stuck in a loop, Klaus Hargreeves.

So, yeah. Remus is an ENTP.

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A lot of this was unedited, so there might be tons of mistakes or things that don’t really add up. I’m open to arguments for why the Sides are different types, but I’ve only changed my mind about someone’s type once, so yeah.

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buginabog · 5 years

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Am I Dreaming Or Dead? Ch. 3

Summary: sanders sides horror story. Purely self indulgent.

Pairings: loceit, royality, remile

Warnings: sympathetic deceit, horror, body horror, death, Remus/the duke, guilt, guilting

Virgil walked along the edge of the forest, "why cant we just go in?"

Remy looked back, "we need to spend as little time as possible in the forest. The more time we're in there, the less protection we have."

Virgil nodded and looked at the road, silently wishing his dad would come and hug him and tell him it was ok. Remy could do it himself, and he didnt have to go into the scary forest with a body count.

Remy tapped his shoulder, then gestured into the woods, "this way."

His phone rang and he pulled it out, looked at the contact, and his face went pale, "oh shiiit it's your dad."

Virgil frowned, "which one?"

Remy answered the call and put it on speaker, "heeeeeey Dee?"

Declans voice sounded angry, and not amused, "Remy. Where are you and is Virgil with you?"

Remy flinched, "yyeeees."

Declan took an audible breath, then started to yell, "REMY! ARE YOU INSANE?"

Remy nodded along, "I mean yes. Probably."

Declans voice changed to a growl, "Remy why the hell are you bringing my son into the forest?"

Remy sighed, "to free Roman!"

Declan sighed, "just wait until me and Lo get there."

Remy frowned, "... he cant come in."

"He says he knows what you have to do."

Remys face stilled, "well, so do we. Snd I'm not risking his life."

Declans tone turned amused, "so you dont hate him then?"

Remy frowned, "of course I dont! Why would you-" he looked ashamed, "he thinks I hate him?"

Logan piped up, "it's a fair assumption Remy."

Remy sighed, "well... ok. We'll wait for you."

Ten Years Ago

Remy burst in through the front door, "did you find him?"

Logan looked at him, and shook his head with tears in his eyes, "I- I'm so sorry Remy..."

Remys eyes flashed and he stalked toward Logan, "what the hell did you so specs!?" He pulled him up, "where is he?!"

Logan stammered and tried to get away, "he went into the forest! I don't know! He said he saw something! He left a note! Remy put me down!"

Remy dropped Logan and snatched up the note, his eyes scanning the writing, "no. Nononono NO!" He turned on Logan, "this is all your fault!"

"My fault what did I do?"

"You never believed in him! You always critiqued his ideas and never took him seriously! All he wanted was for his brother to take him seriously and did you? NO!"

Logan stepped back, shocked, "Remy I- I didnt know... he never said anything... I didnt know... is it my fault? It cant be my fault."

Remy snarled at him, "well it is."

Declan stood between them, "everyone calm down!" He glared at Remy, "we're all scared for Roman. But blaming each other," he looked at Logan, "or ourselves, wont help anything!"

Remy growled, "of course you'd side with him." He stalked out the door, "I'm going to look for Roman. Maybe he'll respond to someone who actually loves him."

Present Day

Virgils head snapped up when he heard a car pull up. He saw his dads step out and he ran to them, "L! Dee!" He stopped in front of them and hugged them.

Declan patted his head, "Its ok Virgil. We're here."

Logan pulled away and put his hands on Virgils shoulders, "I hope you know how much trouble you're going to be in once we're done here."

Virgil laughed nervously, "I think I have a... rough estimate?"

Logan arched an eyebrow, then hugged Virgil, "I'm just glad you stayed out of that forest."

Remy coughed behind them, "speaking of... hes gonna need to come with me and Declan."

Logan glared at Remy, "why is that exactly?"

Remy rubbed the back of his neck, "well, you can't go into the forest cause you dont have any warlock blood. So you'd die or at the very least get trapped." He gestured at Virgil, "I need one of you in order to find the crystal. And by all accounts Virgil is safer in the forest then you would be."

Logan sighed, "but-"

"Do you want to save your brother or not?"

Logan broke, "of- of course I do... but..." he sighed, "he has to be between you two at all times." He looked at his husband, "never take your eyes off him."

Declan kissed Logan, "of course." He rested his hand on Virgils shoulder, "you ready?"

Virgil nodded, "as I'll ever be."

Roman sat next to Morality, "my brother... I let him into the Chamber."

Morality gasped, "is he there now?"

Roman shook his head, "no. It was a dream."

Morality sighed in relief, "good." He looked to him, "do you think..."

Roman finished his sentence, "that he'll save us? Perhaps. Perhaps not."

Morality sighed and leaned on Roman's shoulder, "I hope he does."

Roman wrapped an arm around Pattons shoulder, "me too, my dear."

Morality sighed, "what do you miss the most about being alive?"

Roman laughed, "Morality, dear, I've answered this question before."

Morality looked up at him, "but your answer may have changed. Humour me?"

Roman sighed and looked up at the sky, "I think... acting." He nodded, "I always felt so important up there on that stage. With everyone watching me and cheering for me..."

Morality sighed, "if we get out of here, I want to see you act. It sounds like you really enjoy it. And miss it."

Roman squeezed Morality a little closer, "I do. And I would love that." He looked down, "what do you miss the most?"

Morality sighed, "my son. He was so little when I died. I always wonder what happened to him."

Roman sighed, "maybe... we could try and find him? He has to be somewhere."

Morality smiled bitterly, "that is a nice thought Roman."

Virgil looked around anxiously. He didnt trust this. He didnt trust the dark around him. Stretching out on all sides.

He didnt trust the howling of wind that sounded like laughter.

He didnt particularly trust Remy if he was being completely honest.

All that he trusted was his dads hand on his shoulder, protecting him.

Remy turned around, "ok, kid, I'm gonna need a refresh on where it is. I'm warning you in advance cause I'm gonna need to look."

Virgil nodded and took a breath, "do it."

Remy removed his sunglasses and looked, down down down, deep into Virgils soul, and left. He nodded, "got it." He turned sharply, "let's go."

He went from tree to tree, watching the warlocks fight their way through. They were protected for now.

But eventually he would have them. Eventually their protection would fail and he would be free to devour them all.

For the forest is hungry.

And it wants to feed.

He passed behind tree after tree, watching his family pass through the forest. They were protected, for now.

But eventually the Hunter would try and take them. Eventually their protection would fail and Roman would have to watch as they were devoured.

For the forest is hungry.

And it needs to feed.

He watched his son.

Did he remember him? Would he know him if he saw him again?

He hoped so.

Would his son save him? Free him?

Yes. He had faith.

Declan looked around, only to see trees for miles. He could feel eyes watching him. Two sets of eyes, and one of something that was not quite eyes anymore.

The wind sounded like laughter... or were the trees laughing at them? Nothing seemed right...

He has to always be on guard.

For the forest is hungry.

And it will feed.

Remy pulled apart vine after vine after vine after vine after-

They were in that forest for hours that stretched into centuries.

Until finally, finally they reached a dome of writhing brambles, a faint glow coming through the cracks.

Remy gasped, "...we're here."

Virgil looked up at the neverending wall of thorns, "...how are we supposed to get through?"

He rubbed his wrist anxiously, it seemed almost impossible to get through, the wall looked so high and thick, how were they supposed to get throu-

Purple filled his vision as he was pushed back by something.

When his vision cleared, a hole had punched through the brambles, the edges glowing a faint purple. He frowned, "what... what happened?"

Remy looked at him, "...you're a lot more powerful than I thought you were kid."

That one.

That warlock was different from the others. Dangerous dangerous. But also so so tempting.

He would keep Remus going for centuries.

But he had to be careful, clever.

Not the soft one... he looked closer at the one with glasses... him.

He would have laughed... but that was something he lost long ago.

Roman squeezed Morality's hand tighter, he could feel the Duke's gaze on them, his winds swirling around, his roots raising beneath their feet.

"Morality-"

Morality squeezed back, "I know dear... he cant hurt us."

"I know that... but our family..."

"...they're protected... they have to be."

Virgil looked at the hole, "did I make that!?"

Remy nodded slowly, "yes..." his head snapped up, "hurry, its closing!"

Virgil got up and scrambled to the hole, barely making it through.

The trio looked at the crystal, pulsing green, blue, purple and all other colors.

A man manifested in the opposite side of the clearing. Virgil gaped at him. He was sadly smiling, and he looked at Virgil like a man forgotten. "Dad?" Virgil whispered.

The man started crying, "hey kiddo."

Virgils eyes filled with tears, "Dad!"

He started to run toward him, but Remy grabbed his shoulder, "Virgil wait!"

Virgil pulled his arm out of Remys grasp, "get off!"

He ran into the arms of the man in front of him. As soon as his arms wrapped around him, he felt thorns prick into his back and sides, he looked up to see a thing made of thorns and leaves and bark.

It started to talk, "how nice of you to come running into my trap! I'm Remus," it grinned, "nice ta meet ya!"

Cold rushed into Virgil and he fell into black.

"-do? Kiddo?"

Virgil blinked awake to see two men looking at him, one was a man who looked just like Logan, and the other was, "dad?" He propped himself up onto his elbows, "is that... you?"

Patton reached out and cupped his cheek in his palm, "yes. Its me." He smiled sadly, "you remind me so much of your mother."

Virgil grabbed his hand, "really?"

Patton nodded, "yes. She was so, so brave and strong. Just like you."

Virgil shook his head, "I'm not brave, or strong, or any of that."

Patton shook his head, "but you are." He smiled sadly, "you need to tell your parents that they did an excellent job raising you after I died."

The other wrapped an arm around him, "if I know my brother at all, they took good care of him."

Virgil gasped in realization, "you're Ro-"

Patton clamped a hand over his mouth, "dont say his name! Names have power. If the Duke knows your name, he can take all of you."

Virgil nodded slowly, "ok... ok."

Pattons head snapped up, he looked to the side for a few minutes, as if he was listening to something Virgil couldnt hear. He turned back to Virgil, "always remember I love you." He leaned in to kiss Virgils forehead, "you have to wake up now."

Virgil gasped as he shot up sitting. He saw Remy and Declan standing over the shattered remains of a crystal. Remus screamed as he came undone.

Two men walked into the clearing, smiling. Patton turned to Virgil, "you did it... you beat him."

Declan walked over and extended his hand, "hi, I'm Declan, Virgils dad."

Patton hugged him, "thank you." He pulled back, "thank you for looking after him."

Remy stepped towards Roman, "...Ro?"

Roman ran towards Remy, "Remy!"

Remy burst into tears, "it's really you..."

Epilogue

Virgil went downstairs to see his dad cooking breakfast happily, Declan was humming as he fussed with multiple pans and pots. Logan was sat on a counter, drinking coffee. Virgil laughed, "I thought you said counters weren't for sitting?"

Logan sipped from his mug before answering, "I'm your father, I'm allowed to be a hypocrite."

Declan laughed as he kissed his husband on the cheek, "of course dear." As he turned back to the oven he called to Virgil, "by the way, Roman and Patton are coming over later, they might want to see you latest drawing?"

Virgil hunched over, "well..."

Logan smiled at his son, "Virgil... theyll understand."

Virgil nodded, "right... yeah, I might show them." He turned to Declans back, "hey, could I go over to Remy and Emiles? I wanna hang out with Elliott."

Declan nodded, "after breakfast. Make sure to be back by two."

Virgil nodded, "sure thing dee-dad."

Declan turned and scrunched his nose at Virgil, "good."

Everything was... more or less back to normal.

And if Virgil flinched when something poked his back,

If Patton and Roman's skin felt like crumbling leaves when you brushed against it,

If Declan and Remy hated everything to do with crystals,

Well, no one was going to blame them.

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 3 years

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Silent Nightmares (Pt.2)

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The thing Emile did the most often and felt the guiltiest about in the camp, was sleeping. Patton had told him dozens of times that it didnt matter and he'd been on his own since the apocalypse started so if he needed to spend most of his time resting it was ok, but it didnt feel right.

Even when he knew there were people in the camp who did nothing but talk to the others, it still didnt feel right that he couldnt do anything to help.

But he'd stopped bringing this up fairly quickly, mostly out of fear that they'd kick him out for bringing up how useless he was so often.

"Eeeemmmmm, its wake up tiiiiimmmmeeee," Emile shuddered as he felt a gentle nudge on his side and rolled over in bed, blinking a few times before realizing it had been Remus who woke him up.

"You have practice today, sound fun?" Remus said as Emile wriggled his way out of bed.

"Yeah, by the way what was all that noise last night? I thought I heard someone screaming?" Emile said, raising an eyebrow at Remus as he went to change.

"Oh that was just one of the other campers, some of us get a little jumpy yeah?" Remus said.

"Oh- that makes sense-" Emile said, thinking for a few moments.

"Oh and keep that binder off for today, you've been wearing it for much to long and doing stuff like this with it on is going to hurt," Remus said, Emile's face went scarlet.

"You knew?" He said quietly.

"I have to tell Roman at least five times a day to take breaks from his," Remus said with a shrug.

"Ok- fine- I'll take it off," Emile sighed, waiting for Remus to leave the room so he could change.

Emile had never been to the training grounds before, he wasnt entirely sure what to expect, but what he did find certainly wouldnt have matched.

"Theres two training rooms, one with simulation-based activities so you can practice without getting hurt or risking trauma exposure, and another one with real obstacles, and real weapons," Remus said as he came to stand next to Emile.

"What kind of obstacles?" Emile asked.

"Sometimes we try and keep zombies that we think we can save, our scientists have been working on a cure for a while, but it doesnt always have the expected results, and normally I'm against 'putting things out of their misery', but the things a failed cure can do to these corpses. . . A second death is the merciful option," Remus continued.

"Wait. . . You said there were some you had to kick out, does that mean they're just in the labs?" Emile asked.

"Yeah, our head scientists are Logan and King, me and Roman's older brother, they've been working on a cure, but they refuse to test it on old members of the camp," Remus said, still sounding mildly dismayed.

"Were you close with a lot of them?" Emile said quietly.

"One was basically a brother to me, or more accurately brother-in-law, Roman and King are still distraught about it," Remus responded.

"Oh dear. . ." Emile whispered, running his fingers through Remus' hair.

"But let's not dwell on it now- you've got training to do," Remus said, shaking his head.

"We'll start you off with terrain obstacles, I've seen the look on your face when you hear gunshots," Remus said, Emile shuffled his feet slightly.

"Hey theres no reason to be ashamed of it, weve got at least two other campers who can barely even hear about guns without breaking down, you're not a failure for disliking them," Remus said.

"Let's just- get to the training-" Emile replied hastily.

"Alright, gloves on first, I know you like to maneuver with your hands and I'd rather you not give yourself frostbite or a bloody palm," Remus said, gesturing to a table. Emile walked over and slipped on a pair of gloves, they were warm and soft, he debated keeping them when the training session ended.

"Alright, first up, gravel and ice," Remus said, gesturing to a nearby surface, Emile could see sharp grays speaking out from the white snow.

"Now we'll be using fans to mimic heavy winds, so dont get to confident, just because a surface is relatively flat doesnt mean it's easy to conquer," Remus said, pulling out a remote.

"Alright, whenever you're ready," Remus said as the fan began to start up.

Emile took a few breaths, even from so far back he could feel a push from the fan, so, he dropped to the ground, and scrambled forward, latching on to the larger gray rocks to keep from being pushed away.

"Alright now back to me!" Remus called, louder now that Emile was on the other end of the terrain. The trip back was a lot easier, since the wind was pushing him in the right direction.

They carried on with wind-based obstacles for a while, until Remus decided it was time to move a step up.

"How good are you with climbing?" Remus asked, Emile's eyes scanned the various makeshift hills and climbing walls.

"Not sure, I've never really done it before, but I like the idea of it," Emile replied.

"Dont worry, I'll catch you if something happens, I promise," Remus said, Emile shivered slightly.

He did well for a while, until he got to the highest part of the cliffs, and then he felt his foot slip.

And then he was falling, and everything felt distant, he shut his eyes, wishing yet again that he couldve had his wings in reality.

And then he woke up laying down, a few hours later from what he'd seen on the clock.

"Oh thank gods-" Emile blinked as he heard Remus' voice.

"Emmy I'm so sorry- I cant believe I so stupid! Oh gods I'm such a failure i cant believe i let this happen-" Emile reached a hand out and grasped Remus'.

"But I'm alive arent I? The cushions you set out still worked didnt they?" Emile replied.

"Emile you broke your leg," Remus said frantically.

"I- what?" Emile attempted to sit up, only to let out a loud squeak as the aforementioned leg began shooting pain through his body.

"Dont move- itll get worse if you move-" Remus said.

"How long do I have to stay here?" Emile whispered.

"We're going to have to amputate it, you'll stay here for a week or two before you can get back out," Remus said, burying his head in his hands.

"Remus. . ." Emile continued speaking in softer tones.

"This wasnt supposed to happen! It's a training simulation!" Remus droned on.

"Remus!" Emile's tone took a sudden sharp turn, startling Remus out of his hands.

"Mistakes happen. This is an apocalypse. Zombies arent the only things capable of losing limbs. I'll be fine! I promise!" Emile replied, holding Remus' face in his hands.

"You're not upset?" Remus replied.

"I mean sure I'll miss the leg, but no, I'm not upset with you," Emile said, smiling before laying back down, resting a hand in Remus' palm.

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sidespromptblog · 5 years

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Hello, do you mind making something with Logan and Deceit, fluff preferably? Still, anything would be great, all your writings are so enjoyable ^_^ Thank you very much and have a good day!

(Sorry for this being so late, I hit a dry spell with my writing. But even so, I hope that you enjoy this, its got a touch of hurt/comfort but its fluff in the end!)

“What aren’t you doing out here? At this time of night?”

Cracking his eyes open Logan blandly stared back in the direction that the voice had come from, he wasn’t all too surprised to see Deceit standing there his back facing the bathroom from which the light blanketed him and cask an imposing shadow where he stood. Although, that imposing shadow was slightly lessened by the green facial mask that was smeared all across the left side of the dishonest sides face, and even more so by the bright green pajamas that Deceit wore complete with lemons dotting the fabric in every which way. Had he not been so tired Logan would have snorted out loud at the sight of it, but instead, a tiny smile cracked its way onto his face before he pressed his lips together in a thin line to ward off the peels of laughter that wanted to bubble up out of his chest.

Deceit’s eyes narrowed, so the smile clearly wasn’t helping his case any. Not that he had been trying all that hard to begin with.

“I…” He groaned as soon as he sat up, his aching back screaming in protest at the action, and for a split second Deceit shifted forward before he froze where he stood. His self-preservation battling with his natural instinct to remain the bad guy, clearly. “I could not sleep, so I came out here to find some solace. Although..” Logan’s eyes darted down to the book that had fallen from his fingers, it’s pages were a complete mess and he’d really need to straighten them up before he put the book back on his shelf. “I happened to accidentally fall asleep while reading.”

Deceit nodded his head like one of those bobble head figurines as his gaze darted away from Logan and towards the darkened kitchen, it was well past dinner time. Evident by the fact that all of the pots and pans had been washed and put on the drying rack, the food that the others would have eaten were most likely in the fridge wrapped up all neatly for anyone who needed a midnight snack.

Or…

“So what are you doing up so late? I don’t mean to presume anything about your sleeping habits, lest you point out my own. But…” Deceit felt every muscle in his body stiffen as soon as Logan pushed his glasses back up the smooth curve of his nose, the way that the logical side was looking at him said everything. There was a look of concern and…confusion written all over Logan’s face, and never more so than now did he want to ignore it and shoo it away with his own evil actions.

Perhaps just a simple flex of his hand, to make that look of concern go away, or..or he could just cackle. After all, he wouldn’t need to silence the other again if he just felt that he was something to be feared, there would be no need for actions. At least not that threatening.

Opening his mouth, a sneer curled on Deceit’s lip like a worm scorching under the heat of the summer sun.

“You don’t need to lie to me,” And almost immediately the scornful words died on his tongue before they even had a chance to begin, “It’s not like I am the kind of person to tell on you to Roman…” A beat of silence passed between them, as Deceit’s fists clenched and unclenched, still allowing Logan to freely speak his mind and everything that came with it, before… “or Virgil.” A bitter sensation welled on Deceit’s tongue at Anxiety’s name, and even more so at the thought of the ex-dark side finding him here, or even just..confronting him here. Would Logan tell him? He said that he wouldn’t wake him, but he gave no promise to telling him about their encounter once the anxious side woke. Virgil would certainly be angry if he knew that he was here, with one of his precious friends of all things. He’d threaten him perhaps..and he’d never be able to sneak through here as he once did.

He’d…be locked out.

“Please don’t tell him,” The words of desperation left his lips before he even had a chance to think them over, and he could only watch as Logan blinked in pure surprise before a sympathetic but understanding smile curled onto his face. It was a nice smile, if only it was under better circumstances. “I’m here because..because…” The hem of his pajama shirt fumbled between his fingers, and yet that understanding look didn’t leave the logical side’s face. No matter how long it was taking him to come out with the truth, “I didn’t eat tonight..or this afternoon..or this morning either. I didn’t even eat yesterday, because…”

Logan’s shoulders straightened in an instant, as all traces of exhaustion fled his face. There was a look of seriousness on his face, a look that Deceit could only ever recall being on the receiving end of, only this time it wasn’t aimed at him. It was aimed at an enemy that he let alone Logan couldn’t see, a part of him felt delighted in the way that Logan’s eyes lit up with an icy cold flame as his the muscles in his jaw strained the moment that his teeth ground against one another. Nobody had ever been angry for him, it was unprecedented.

Unprecedented…but enthralling nonetheless.

Logan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as the logical side swallowed thickly. “You need food?” He carefully asked, gauging Deceit’s every reaction no matter how minuscule. He certainly wasn’t lying, Logan was damned certain of that. More certain than he’d ever been in his entire life, and watching Deceit nod his head in a rather monotone confirmation he had only one thing to say to the dishonest side who looked more awkward standing there than ever. “Sit.”

Surging up to his feet, he saw only wariness from the other side, or at least before he gestured to the empty loveseat that a mere hour ago he had just been asleep on. Out of all the ways that he was reacting, he was sure that Deceit could never have expected this.

“Sit.”

That was the only word that registered within Deceit’s mind as his body mindlessly stumbled over to where Logan had just been sleeping, and it was the only word he heard again as his legs folded out from under him and he found himself sitting on the squishy couch cushions that had until a few seconds ago held Logan. He really didn’t even know what to think of this, out of everyone the logical side had always seemed like the less likely person to listen let alone care about whatever was going on with him. And yet…here he was, flicking on the kitchen lights and cooking what smelled like soup for him, when he really hadn’t asked him to do so. It really seemed like something that Patton would do, or..or something that Virgil would have done if they had still been friends.

But no, it was Logic.

It’s Logic. That was the only thing he could think as he looked back at Logan as he carried the bowl full of steaming broth back into the living room.

“I apologize,” Logan began with an almost sheepish grin, as he offered the warm bowl to Deceit’s waiting hands. “I’m not the best at doing anything outside of baking, so I warmed up some chicken noodle soup from a can. It’s best to stick to liquids if you haven’t eaten in a while, no use in you getting sick all over the place.” For the longest moment, Logan just watched as Deceit stared into the warm broth. The dishonest side didn’t make even a single movement to pick up the spoon, the frozen look of abject shock was written all over his face made Logan’s stomach twist uncomfortably for a moment.

At least until Deceit’s hand moved, it was slow at first, as if the dark side in front of him was living his life in slow motion, or in the very least trying to wade through molasses. But eventually, he grasped the spoon, although he didn’t yet bring it to his mouth, not until his eyes darted up locking onto Logan’s.

“Will you read to me? As I eat?”

Logan’s throat seized, and in that moment between them, if he were able to feel such things, then Logan surely would have allowed himself to cry at the question. It had been…far too long since one of the sides had wanted him to read to them, too boring, not fantastic enough, or..something to be listened to only when they wanted to get to sleep fast. But even so, Logan found himself blinking back tears as he settled onto the loveseat right next to Deceit, who was slowly spooning the warm soup into his mouth.

“Of course, anything for you,” Logan whispered, and he meant every word.

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