#to make up for logan + the one i missed yesterday + the one i was gonna post today anyway

[neurodivenport]

top 30 lab rats characters as voted by my followers number 16 ⟶ logan krane (14.3%)

#redoing this one & turning the other one into just a scene post <3 i hated it #so you're getting THREE top 30 posts today #to make up for logan + the one i missed yesterday + the one i was gonna post today anyway #lab rats #lab rats bionic island #logan krane #emery kelly #* #*top30

[earlgreyflowers]

oscar getting jealous over how close we are to logan?? but its so subtle that we don't really notice which makes it worse 🤭

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Logan was struggling, being a rookie in Williams was usually a recipe for disaster, and he knew it. He was one of your best friends, having known him through his Prema years with Oscar. You couldn't have been happier when you found out that your boyfriend and your best friend had both gotten seats in Formula One for 2023. Dividing your attention between the two of them has been hard. Oscar's been having one of the greatest rookie seasons since Hamilton, but Logan has been struggling. You tell him every race how much you admire his perseverance but you can see how it's wearing him down.

You knew Qatar would be a tough race, the reports of the heat being dangerous filling you with anxiety. But what you didn't expect was to be in the medical tent on Lap 42 with a devastated Logan. He was dripping with sweat by the time you found him, guzzling water like his life depended on it.

Heatstroke.

He was distraught, he'd hoped and prayed he could get better for this race, but he couldn't. The decision to retire wasn't one he took lightly, and he made sure to express that to you whilst you watched the remainder of the race. You could barely find it in yourself to listen to Logan rant as Oscar held P2 with Lando right behind him. After his sprint win yesterday Oscar had newfound confidence, dead set on a McLaren double podium this weekend. Your heart was in your mouth as Oscar crosses the line just 4.8 seconds behind Max.

He'd done it, P2 from P6, and Lando had done it too, moving up from P10 to P3. A double. You and Logan erupted in cheers in the medical tent, hugging each other as Oscar gets his second ever podium in Formula One - a back-to-back double for the team secured. You rush out of the tent, just about getting to the grid in time to see Oscar getting out of the car. He approaches you, visor lifted so you can see the smile in his eyes. You wrap your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet as you hear cameras snapping all around you.

The energy back in the garage was insane, everyone was on a high. You congratulated Lando as he came back into the garage after media, Oscar being commandeered by Max for a chat. Oscar eventually strides into the garage, shy grin on his face as everyone cheers his efforts. He comes straight to you, burying his head in your neck as he wraps his arms around you once more. Your hand rests on the base of his neck, soaked in sweat from the race.

"Where were you when the race ended?" You hear from behind you, turning to see Jon. "Oh, I was with Logan in the medical tent but I came straight to the grid when the race finished." You explain sweetly, Jon nodding with a tight-lipped grin, eyes flicking to Oscar behind you. You miss the way Oscar's face drops, eyebrow quirking and jaw clenching at the newfound knowledge. By the time you turn back around his smile is gone but he looks calm, "Let's get back to the hotel, want to shower." He explains curtly, marching off to remove his race suit. You stand there slightly baffled by his change in mood but brush it off as exhaustion.

"Logan said well done by the way, said he's proud of you." You tell Oscar, looking up from your phone to see him sat on the couch. He hums dismissively, "I'll text him to say thanks soon, tell him to talk to me direct not through my girlfriend for once." He huffs. You gently place yourself next to him, perched on the edge of the couch in hesitation. "What's that supposed to mean Oz?" You ask, a hand resting on his shin.

"Just mean that you're my girl, and you were with Logan when you should've been watching me." He mumbles, pulling you back so you're in between his legs. "I was watching you Oscar, Logan retired from illness I was just checking in on him." You explain, Oscar's large hands splayed across your stomach as he fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. His lips find home on your neck, "I know you were just being caring my angel, but you know you're mine don't you?" He murmurs. His soft wet lips send your shivers down your spine, your body arching into his as the tips of his fingers slip below your waistband.

His gentle fingers run over your underwear, feeling the damp spot that's been growing since you saw him get out of the shower earlier. "Is this all for me?" He groans, fingers sliding your panties to the side to swipe through the wetness. You nod against him with a whine as he tugs at your shorts. You slide them down your legs, revealing your white lace underwear to him. He urges you to settle back into your spot, fingers back in there rightful place. He collects more wetness on his middle and ring finger before moving his hand up to your mouth.

He swipes his fingers over your lips and you open them eagerly, swirling your tongue around the thick digits until they're clean. "So good for me, all mine. Only I get to see you like this, a desperate. aching. needy. slut." He whispers, pressing kisses to your neck to punctuate each word. You moan around his fingers before he removes them, using the lubrication of your spit to slide them both inside you. You moan out his name, thighs closing in, but Oscar's strong hand pries them open again. "Uh uh baby, need you to take it like you always do." He groans, the bucking of your hips applying pressure to his growing hard-on.

His fingers curl against your walls, pleads for more dripping from your mouth. "Who's making you feel this good?" He murmurs, the hand on your thigh now on your jaw, tilting your head back against his shoulder. "You Oscar, only you, always you- fuck." You whine, his fingers never stopping. He smirks, tapping your lip again with his thumb. Your mouth falls open, tongue out eagerly. Oscar groans, "Trained you so well sweetheart." His lips pucker slightly as he spits into your mouth, watching as you swallow it eagerly.

"Maybe I should get Logan to see how dirty you are for me, show him that I own you, own this pussy." He imagines, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers. He chuckles mockingly, "Of course you like that idea, want to be treated like a whore in front of your best friend." Your cheeks tinge pink in embarrassment as Oscar ridicules you, your skin on fire with pleasure.

"I can feel how close you are, want you to cum all over my hand baby, show me what I do to you." Oscar whispers in your ear, sucking a purple mark onto your pulse point as you let go. Your legs burn as your back arches, a scream of his name leaving your lips. Oscar fingers you through your orgasm, drawing it out of you. You collapse against his front, chest heaving. You hear his groan as he sucks his fingers clean, head turning to see his eyes shut in pleasure at the taste of you. "If Logan didn't already know you're mine at least now the whole floor does." He laughs, kissing the top of your head, making you curl into him in shame.

"Now where do you want to be fucked? Against the window or over the railing of the balcony?"

#f1 smut #formula one smut #f1 fanfic #f1 x female reader #formula one fanfiction #formula one imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader #oscar pastry #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x you #op81 imagine #op81 smut #op81 x reader #op81 x you #op81 #smut requests #smut writing #smut prompts

[marlenesluv]

Sick Day. (CL)

summary: you woke up not feeling good, having to cancel on your date with charles, but he has an idea.

warnings: none! this is pure fluff.

note: lowercase intended!

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waking up sick was one of the worst things to happen. the scratchy throat, runny nose, and coughing up a lung. another horrible thing? having to cancel on your boyfriend on a day he took off to spend with you.

you grabbed your phone at six thirty in the morning, way too early to be up, but your cough had woken you. quickly, you texted charles, wanting to let him know that your day was officially off. you didn’t want to get him sick, but you also don’t think you had it in you to get dressed.

after sending your messages, you grabbed a cup and filled it with cold tap water, taking some advil and an allergy pill for your runny nose.

you then grabbed a mug and made some peppermint tea, which always helped to alleviate some of the obnoxious symptoms.

putting on gilmore girls, you nestled under your fuzzy blanket and watched as rory talked to logan. just then, your phone went off a few times

you grumbled, wishing your boyfriend wasn’t so stubborn. the last thing you wanted was to get him sick and cost him a race.

sniffling, you tapped on your screen, replying to him in hopes he hadn’t left yet.

it was futile. you accepted it as you continued to watch your show, sipping on your tea as you continued to cough and sniff. the allergy pill hadn’t kicked in yet, advil the same, a headache forming.

ten minutes later, you heard your door unlock. knowing it was charles, you shimmed further underneath your blanket, hoping he would stay outside of you blanket and away from your germs.

“ma chérie? i know you’re in the living room. i hear your show on.” charles shouted, taking his shoes off by the door and walking into the living room, finding gilmore girls playing and a blanket over his girlfriend.

“baby, what are you doing under there?” as he finished his sentence, he lifted a corner of the blanket up, causing you to stuff your head into the pillow and yank the blanket back down.

“you can’t just hide under there…” he trailed off, because he knew you could.

he walked to the kitchen with his bag in one hand, taking the soup out and grabbing your favorite hoodie, freshly sprayed with his cologne, and he had been wearing it yesterday.

“chérie? i put my hoodie on the coffee table if you want it, i’m going to warm up some soup for us.” you groaned in reply, waiting for his step to retreat as you poked your head out and slipped the hoodie on, breathing in his cologne, already feeling a little better.

however, that didn’t last long as charles snuck behind the couch and jumped over the back, hugging you like a mad man.

“charles! no! get off of me! i’m going to get you sick. go away!” you yelped, trying to escape his strong arms. curse him and his extensive workouts.

“absolutely not. i miss you and we will spend the day together if it’s the last thing i do.” he tightened his arms before pressing a kiss to your forehead before he got up and grabbed the soup.

you pulled the blanket over your arms as you watched him walk around your kitchen like it was his own. the fact that he had been here a thousand times and you still got butterflies was insane. you loved him beyond words, the little things, even after three years, made you fall even more.

little things like: bringing you coffee in the morning, spending the night watching movies, and now, warming you some soup because you’re sick.

“here. chicken noodle and toast. what episode are you on?” charles asked, pulling some of the blanket on his lap as he started to eat his soup.

“logan and rory and arguing. she made an article making fun of privileged people-“ he cut you off before you could finish.

“-even though she is privileged? she’s annoying this season.” you giggled, smiling at the tv and laying your head on charles’ shoulder.

before you started dating, he had never seen a second of the show. now? he’s seen gilmore girls over 5 times, the first watch with you, the second was so he could understand it better, and the rest have been with you.

so, yeah, charles knew almost every scene, but so did you. you didn’t need words when you were next to him. fever and all, the only thing on your mind was the beautiful boy next to you.

“i love you, chérie.” charles said as he kissed your head, making you blush.

“i love you too, beau.”

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ma chérie - my darling

chérie - darling

beau - handsome

(all french)

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #formula one #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc fluff

[rambling-prince-thoughts]

i got to thinking after yesterday’s post (linked here if you haven’t read it) about svs and decided to talk a little more about patton and logan’s relationship in specific contexts throughout the series.

as thomas explained to us in a behind-the-scenes video, logan and patton’s names were derived from logos and pathos, both of which are a form of appeal in persuasion. logos pertains to logical fact and reasoning and pathos pertains to emotion. very in-line which logic and morality, aka logan and patton.

so in essence, they’re opposites. we see this in one of the earliest sanders sides videos— THE MIND vs THE HEART— where logan and patton have differing opinions on the same matter, and they tend to cause thomas a great deal of confusion and anxiety when he tries to make a decision regarding those matters.

it’s the question that everyone often gets asked: do you listen to your mind more, or your heart?

however, one thing that stays consistent throughout the series is that patton, as the moral compass, is the most often listened to. thomas relies heavily on his emotions to get things done, specifically as seen in svs and svs redux. but patton also seems to know when something is missing, and encourages thomas to listen to the other sides.

an example of this would be “Accepting Anxiety” where patton calls out roman and logan for not realising that virgil’s absence is the cause of thomas’ current state of mind.

like i mentioned in my previous post, patton is usually the one to ask for logan’s input, and often needs logan to explain the things that he can’t put into words. there are lots of examples of this in LNTAO, where patton and logan are able to understand each other’s points of view and put them into easier terms.

i also have to mention this little moment of patton waving excitedly when logan pops up— it’s clear that patton does value logan both as a person and as one of thomas’ sides, and that he’s also important.

first is the part where thomas figures out that he’s stuck in a loop, but he can’t quite understand why. the rest of the sides are unable to provide an answer, until patton chimes in with his own explanation, which despite being confusing, is the only explanation that anyone had been able to think of. patton is unable to elaborate because as he says, “words can be tough”.

but logan is able to pick up on what patton meant and provide a more clear understanding. he also finds that patton is correct, and it was an ingenious solution.

he holds back his admiration, possibly because of his reputation as “unfeeling” and also not wanting to admit that someone else made a valid point. even less so that the person who made that valid point was patton, who usually was silly and lighthearted but who thomas listened to most, too.

in fact, he disregards patton’s comment of “puppets!” simply because he finds it ridiculous and unlike roman who immediately backtracks on his skepticism (which is a whole other post), he stays unwavering on his opinion of patton’s suggestion.

when logan doesn’t agree with everyone else turning into puppets, patton is the first to try and convince him by telling him that they need him there.

as logic, it’s logan who prioritises learning, and patton knows this. he also knows how much logan likes to teach others about things, so he appeals to that emotion to persuade logan to stay. he doesn’t even insist on logan changing into a puppet, he just asks that logan stays for the entire conversation.

he even backs logan up when logan and roman are fighting about the usage of “figuratively”, by telling roman not to assume which logan thanks him for.

when logan finally snaps and throw the paper ball at roman, it labels him as the problem, as he instigated physical violence against roman (even though roman was egging him on). so logan decides that he needs to leave, similar to how he did in “Moving On”. at this, patton finally raises his voice too, telling logan that he needs to stay and they can’t have the conversation without him, he’s part of the sides too.

when thomas agrees to hear logan out, patton agrees too, once again asking logan for his thoughts on the matter. he seems to be diffusing the situation as best as he can, and that means allowing everyone to speak once and be listened to.

logan refers back to the point that patton made, and acknowledges it as something that patton came up with instead of simply saying that there was a point made and listing it out. he could have easily said that it goes back to a point they’d established earlier, but even though he hid his admiration, he’s still giving patton credit where credit’s due.

another interesting thing: when logan insists that he’s not a joke, that he can’t be seen as such, the camera pans to patton and you can see his reaction through the puppet face. you can imagine what patton must be thinking right now as he puts the pieces together.

finally, during the puzzle song, logan is first to object and wants to get back to discussing things seriously without grasping that that’s what they’re doing, just not in the way he’s used to. once again, patton calls out to him, pleading with him to understand. he’s the only one making such a genuine effort to have logan be part of what they’re doing since he thinks that it might really benefit thomas.

so at the end, when everything is sorted out, patton is relieved that everyone has gotten along and that logan seems to be on par with the situation.

it’s clear that patton listens to logan the most out of all the other sides, and that logan expects patton to listen to him and heed his words. that’s why he was so shocked during the events of svs when he thought that patton had betrayed him by intentionally keeping him out of the courtroom scenario. patton’s comments are usually also understood best by logan, who clarifies them into more logical points for the others.

they’re meant to work together as a team. one cannot function without the other, otherwise thomas will be at risk to making entirely rational choices and forget to have empathy, or at risk to making choices on emotion alone and burning himself out.

that’s it for this post! join me again next time where i discuss patton’s character and how he’s trying really hard, but also failing intensely.

#sanders sides #rambling prince thoughts #logicality #second logicality post in a row woohoo #the glasses gays are on my mind #you can read this as platonic or romantic logicality #either way they’re definitely meant to work in tandem #slight logan angst #i hope things get sorted out in the season finale bc i cannot deal with any more of this #logan sanders #patton sanders

[coimbrabertone]

Formula One Was Good Actually?

Yes.

I can't believe it either, but I did actually enjoy the F1 race this weekend.

Okay, so, just going to get the elephant out of the room now - the fact that Lando Norris won instead of Max Verstappen is doing a lot of heavy lifting here, but it's not just because of that - and now that I've said that, I'm going to talk about why I enjoyed F1 yesterday at the 2024 Miami Grand Prix.

Full disclosure, I didn't watch the sprint and it doesn't sound like I missed much.

In the race, however, something interesting happened...Max didn't break the field right away. He pulled a bit of a gap on Leclerc, yes, but Piastri in third was quick, and he managed to overtake Leclerc for second pretty early on, even started gaining.

Once Max pit, it was Piastri in the lead by a pretty comfortable margin, then Sainz, then Norris. I tuned into the race around this point since NASCAR at Kansas - also a banger of a race, I might get into that later actually - was in a rain delay. Piastri and Sainz made their pitstops, Lando was actually going quick - IIRC he had the fastest lap at this point - but still, it looked to me like Max had a clear path to the lead for the umpteenth time.

Kevin Magnussen, attempting to overtake hometown driver Logan Sargeant, hit the Williams and sent him into the barrier gearbox first. Logan was out on the spot, Kevin continued, and the safety car came out.

Now, maybe Bernd Maylander was just used to slotting in ahead of Max Verstappen - and can you blame him after these last three years? - but the safety car picked up Max in second, while Lando was free to run to the delta. Everyone knew he was going to make a free pitstop at this point, but with the rest of the field stuck behind the safety car, the question became...is Lando going to put a hole lap on the field?

Well, fortunately or unfortunately, race control waved the field by the safety car before any shenanigans could occur, so when Lando made his stop and came out on fresh hards, he caught the safety car with the rest of the field directly behind.

This is where things got fun.

On the restart, full disclosure, I thought Lando blew it and let Max Verstappen get too close...only for the Red Bull to fail to get the pass done on the start-finish straight. Lando kept the lead...and pulled away for the rest of the race.

Meanwhile, Verstappen spent the first part of the post-SC portion of the race breaking out of Leclerc's DRS range, while behind, Piastri and Sainz where showing that DRS wasn't a free pass this time out. And that's really what I liked about this race - the fact that, lap after lap, Sainz would get DRS on Piastri and would try and pass going into turn eleven...and it wouldn't be enough.

Unfortunately, Sainz eventually just decided to barge his way through and sent Piastri into the pits for a new front wing and fresh tyres, but the idea was there. DRS was an overtaking assist, but it wasn't a free overtake - and that's how I believe it should be.

That being said, as Piastri showed once he was on fresh tyres, a faster car could get by, so he charged through the likes of Albon and Ricciardo, taking fastest lap and eventually finishing thirteenth after having come out of the pits nineteenth. Sainz would get a five second penalty post race.

We had a new winner in Lando Norris, the winner started from fifth on the grid, it was a Grand Prix in the United States at a pleasant afternoon timeslot for me, and for the first time, it felt like it lived up to the hype of Miami.

Now there was also another thing, and it's so divisive that I'm not even sure if I should talk about it in this blog, but it's that Donald Trump was in attendance. He was a guest of Muhammad Ben Sulayem and Liberty Media, they took him through the McLaren garage, he posed with Zak Brown outside the garages, and he took a photo with Ben Sulayem and Lando Norris post-race. Not only that, but David Croft, in his race winning call went "On a weekend where McLaren has welcomed an ex-President into their garage, it's Norris who trumps Verstappen!"

So...in the eyes of some people, Norris' first win is forever going to be associated with a divisive ex-President who is one: subject to various legal proceedings in a number of states, and two: is running for office yet again. I hate that for Norris.

I'm not getting into the politics, I'm not making a judgment either way, please don't use this as a place to rant about your particular political views, I'm just saying it sucks that, a day after this guy's first win, I'm still seeing people talk about a guy who was a guest in the paddock rather than the guy who actually won the race.

It must suck for your first win to be at the center of people's political and moral arguments one way or another. I wish it wasn't a topic of conversation coming out of this race.

So yeah, I got to watch an F1 race I enjoyed for the first time in awhile, I even watched some of the post-race content, and by the time that was wrapping up, it was time for NASCAR.

I really like 1.5 mile triovals and Kansas is one of the best ones. We had moments of three, four, and even five wide in that race, and at the end of it all, we got the closest winning margin in NASCAR history. 0.001 seconds for Kyle Larson in the #5 HendrickCars Chevrolet over Chris Buescher in the #17 Castrol Edge Ford Mustang. I was rooting for Buescher, I desperately wanted Ford to get their first win of the season, but seeing that, I just had to throw my hands up and say it was a good race.

So, while there wasn't any MotoGP or Indycar this weekend, F1 and NASCAR managed to give me a pretty good Sunday of racing. I'm pleasantly surprised and I'm glad I can say that.

I hope McLaren can keep the forward momentum going and actually challenge Red Bull somewhat consistently, and I hope Ford can snap their winless streak in NASCAR sometime soon.

#motorsports #racing #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #miami gp 2024 #miami grand prix #nascar #nascar cup #kansas speedway

[oliviaischillin1204]

wake up call

Pairing: Romantic Analogince (Roman/Virgil/Logan)

Word Count: 1,476 Words

roman is lee in like 70% of the fics i have drafted rn. i just want to Wreck him

"Is he seriously still asleep?"

Virgil's voice came from the direction of Roman's bedroom door. He couldn't look at him to check, but he could imagine the fondly exasperated look on Virgil's face as he watched Roman 'sleep'. He was lying on his stomach, his face shoved into a pillow, and even with his eyes innocently closed he could tell how bright it was in his bedroom. He was supposed to get up hours ago, yet here he was.

"I've knocked on his door three times, and nothing," Logan added. He must've joined Virgil in Roman's doorway; Roman felt his heart flutter a bit at the idea that his partners were both watching him sleep.

It was silent for a few long seconds. Roman thought they might've left again, until Virgil spoke.

"Well, you know he needs the sleep," he said, voice strangely measured. "He was up late last night, and we had a lot of work to do yesterday... and plus you tickled him for like an hour before he fell asleep."

Roman inhaled so quickly he nearly choked. Oh. Oh, fuck.

"Ah, yes, I'd almost forgotten about that," Logan continued. "Only because we do it so frequently, it's practically routine to tickle Roman to sleep every night."

Oh, fuck both of them. Roman absolutely was going to make them pay for this stunt later-- if he could get through this without blowing his cover.

"Yeah, he's pretty loud when he gets tickled," Virgil said. "I was in the kitchen with Patton and we both heard it. Kinda... squeal-y, and shriek-y."

"Ah, that must have been when he said he could keep his arms up for five minutes straight. I told him we could stick to gentler tickles to help him wind down, but you know how he is."

They both laughed lowly, and Roman could feel his face getting hot. It's one thing for the two of them to talk about him like he's not even there-- it's even worse when he can't even try to fight back in some way without ruining his plan.

"What was that one thing he does? When he drops his arms almost all the way down again 'cause it tickles too much, but then he just sorta folds his elbows over his face, like he's trying to hide? It's pretty freaking funny."

"Especially since it blocks his vision and prevents him front anticipating the other hand moving toward his torso. We had a lot of fun with that last night-- I believe I found a new freckle, above his right hip, that seemed to be quite sensitive to spider tickles."

Virgil snorted. "Oh, yeah? I'll have to remember that for later... poor little Princey. He has no idea what he's in for as soon as he wakes up."

No, no, no teasing. The butterflies fluttering around his stomach were already bad enough.

"Roman..." Logan's voice was nearly a coo, and Roman fought the urge to shiver as he suddenly realized his partner must be standing right by his bed. "I do hope you're not pretending to be asleep when we've asked you so politely to get up."

He felt the logical side move to sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. He considered throwing in a fake snore, but decided that would be too much.

Especially when, all of sudden, he felt Logan's hand running through his hair. And then he felt Logan's nails running through his hair.

It took every single thing in Roman not to squirm then and there and ruin the whole game.

"We miss you," Logan said softly, and really that wasn't even fair, because if they're planning what Roman knows they're planning, then he was purposefully trying to be romantic and gentle in that way that made Roman's heart flutter in his chest. Stupid smart boyfriends and their stupid observation skills.

Another dip on his other side told him Virgil had joined him on the bed; he forced himself to stay still when he felt a warm hand rub up and down his back. "We have literally nothing to do today. Give it up to Janus on finally booking in that self-care day. And if we do end up doing any work, then everyone is gonna get to see the genius ideas you came up with yesterday. You did good, Princey."

Bastards, bastards, bastards. Roman's tummy would be full of butterflies just from the compliments and validation alone. Pairing it with the gentlest of tickles was overkill.

He could just give in. Roll over, get good morning kisses from his two favorite people in the whole world, and return the love they've showered onto him tenfold. But no one ever accused Roman of giving up from a fight, so his eyes stayed closed and his breathing stayed measured.

At least, until Virgil suddenly curved his fingers so his nails were the ones running up and down Roman's back. He kept his hand right along the spine, which wasn't so bad for Roman, but with every motion he let his fingers creep closer, closer, closer to the backs of Roman's ribs. Those horrible, wonderful tickle spots that Roman was utterly incapable of ignoring. He felt himself begin to tremble, and he wondered if Virgil could feel it, too.

Logan hummed, and suddenly his hand had moved, too, to gently brush and wiggle against Roman's ear. He softly scratched below the lobe, where Roman's ear met his jawline.

It took everything in Roman not to smile, not to scrunch his neck up, not to laugh. He ached to laugh, to wiggle and kick his legs and squirm away from his lovers' hands... and maybe even to be held so tightly, wrapped up in someone's arms, while the other let their hands trail all over his body in retaliation for sleeping late. Or each of his partners could grab one wrist, keeping him so vulnerable between them as they take turns inspecting each one of his tickle spots. Maybe-

"Alright, enough of this," Virgil said, before shoving both arms under Roman's chest and flipping him over onto his back like a pancake. "Time to wake up."

Roman had approximately 0.1 seconds to take a deep breath before both Logan and Virgil dived in with reckless abandon. Gone were the gentle, soft, nearly soothing tickles they'd began with; now Logan was leaning over to dig his thumbs into Roman's underarms while Virgil vibrated his hands all over Roman's soft stomach.

Immediately Roman screamed, eyes shooting open and limbs desperately trying to coordinate some way to defend himself, but his barely-awake brain coupled with the devious double attack left him beyond delirious and without any way to save himself. Virgil leaned down, letting his own morning stubble graze Roman's side while he massaged his tummy, and Logan dropped himself down to murmurs soft coos into Roman's ear that he couldn't even comprehend over how much his warm breath set his ear and neck alight with tingles.

"Nahaha- wahaha- wait!" he gasped. The tickles slowed, but his partners didn't pull away.

"Wakey wakey," Virgil purred, leaning down to leave slow, soft kisses against Roman's midsection. Roman's legs kicked weakly.

"Not fair," he whined. His ear seemed to vibrate with the sound of Logan's low laughter, before he, too, was peppering the spot with gentle kisses. Roman snorted; he couldn't decide which way to move his head (towards the kisses or away from the tickles?). Luckily, Logan made the decision for him, pressing his mouth even closer to Roman's ear so he couldn't scrunch his neck.

"It's time to get up, darling."

Each syllable sent breath against Roman's ear and shivers run up and down his spine. It was horrible, absolutely horrible- Roman could do nothing but squeal and buck against the bed, where Virgil's own kisses and wandering hands were still attacking his tummy.

"Plehehease..." he begged. His smile nearly ached, but he couldn't feel anything other than the soft warmth that came from being adored by his partners. Blissfully, his partners seemed to listen: Logan pecked his kisses down until he was merely kissing Roman's shoulder through his shirt, and Virgil folded his hands and rested his chin on them as he smirked up at his bedraggled boyfriend.

"That was," Roman continued through catching his breath, "utterly uncalled for."

"We warned you, dude," Virgil shot back. "You could've gotten up at any time."

"I was asleep!"

Virgil snorted. "Uh huh."

"I was!"

"Whatever you say, dear," Logan murmured. Roman opened his mouth to continue arguing, but suddenly Logan was once again running his nails through Roman's hair, and any word of complaint disappeared as he moaned.

Virgil propped himself up further, and even in his blissed-out state Roman could make out the softness in his gaze.

"You know what? I think you should sleep in every day."

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Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 7: Pancakes and Meatloaf

Prove Me Wrong Masterlist

Summary: Billy meets Jess's cat, has dinner with her family, and seems to have a fine day, but Neil makes sure to ruin it.

Warnings: Neil making an appearance again. Child abuse. Mentions of hitting/slapping. Physical harm. Mental and verbal abuse. Threatening. Swearing. Please let me know if I missed anything. Also, not proofread.

Word Count: 5.6k

Author's note: This chapter goes out to my kitty, Waffle, who recently passed away. He was my homeboy since 5th grade, and though I renamed him in this pic considering the Stranger Things universe already had its own eggo enthusiast, he will always be my #1 waffle lover.

As always, eff Neil.

Jess dreaded the next morning, as she was convinced she needed to spend less time with Hargrove than she had allowed herself the past four days. Has it really only been four days? This realization made her even more disgusted with herself. She just needed time away from him, that was it. Then everything would be back to normal. Back to how it should be. But when she walked out of her house, towards the blue Camero, four muffins in hand, Billy made it quite difficult to ignore him, as she intended on doing the rest of the day. 

“Hey there, gorgeous.” She willed herself not to smile softly as she would have a few days ago, and simply distributed the muffins evenly, not making a sound as she lowered herself into the passenger seat. “You eat already, Logan?” He was now teasing her, as she had forgotten to feed herself just yesterday. Instead of answering him with words, she simply nodded her head and then proceeded to look out the passenger window. Billy only looked at her for a moment, taking notice of how she shifted herself away from him. “Alright.”

He took his time driving this morning, not speeding to their shared campus as he normally did. The music was not as loud and instead acted as background noise to the awkward silence of their ride to school. Max also seemed to sense something was off, as she shifted uncomfortably in the middle seat and made it a point not to give Billy any shit this morning. When the car was parked, Max wasted no time with her getaway. Not leaving enough time for Jess to unbuckle herself and exit first, Max climbed over the middle console as she did yesterday, and left using the passenger door, leaving it open for Jess. She saw this as an opportunity to leave as well, but when she finally released the seatbelt and began to step out, Billy stopped her, grasping at her elbow bend, careful not to hold on too hard, allowing her to break free if she needed. “You good?” 

“Yup. See you later, Hargrove.” The way she answered told him otherwise, but he didn’t push further, considering they were now at school, with a potential audience if things went south. He chalked it up to her still being stressed over derivatives and didn’t put it passed her to have picked up her notebook last night and continue studying, even when Billy advised her to rest.

She’s just tired. And he was right, she was tired, but not because she had spent the whole night studying, but instead, spent the whole night thinking about him, thinking about everything he has done and said, every smile she had received from him these past few days, which ones were fake, and which ones were genuine. She had dissected everything that went on between the two of them, looking for any hint of insincerity, sure she would find something, and when she didn’t, it drove her even more mad, coming to the conclusion that she was delusional. 

“Yeah, see you.” He said too late, she was already closing the door as the words were forced out of his mouth. His eyes followed her as she raced toward Steve, who seemed to be always waiting for her. Just for her. He took a long drag from a now-lit cigarette and finally broke his gaze from the pair to a different group, Tommy Hagen and Carol Perkins, who also seemed interested in the previous pair Billy was just spying on. Carol seemed to be nudging Tommy, pointing meaningfully at Jess as she whispered, causing Tommy’s eyes to widen and nod in what looked like agreeance to Billy. Sighing, he took one last drag of his cigarette and ashed it in his tray where he left the remaining half for later. 

As he began to walk toward the two, Carol quickly closed the gap between the two, making sure she informed Billy of what she just realized. “Looks like Tommy was right after all,” is all she said at first, believing Billy would clue into whatever the hell they were talking about based on that one sentence. 

“What?” 

“Your little girlfriend is wearing Harrington’s sweater, how cute.” Tommy now chimed in, which was enough to jog his memory of their conversation last Friday morning. This caused him to snap his head back over to the two a bit harsher than he calculated, which he hoped his friends didn’t notice. He didn’t take it for someone else’s at first, as it fit her perfectly, slightly loose, but not by any means baggy. It was a blue-green raglan sweater, seams visible only at the shoulders, and now looking at it, the arms were much longer than they should be on her, while she seemed to stretch the chest out slightly. In other words, it most likely wasn’t hers. The left side of his mouth ticked downward, as he scrunched his nose and cleared his throat, spitting unnecessarily to the right of his stance. 

“Bitch ain’t my girlfriend.” He then began to head toward the building’s entrance, interested in leaving with or without Hagen and Perkins, but of course, they followed him. 

“I’m throwing a party at my place Friday,” Carol piped up, already bored of the prior topic, something Billy was grateful for.  “Parents are going on some holiday skiing trip. You in?” He simply grunted in response. Of course he was in. 

“Cool, later.” And with that, she left the two boys, probably eager to spread the news of her having the house to herself this weekend. As she went from person to person, requesting them to “tell everyone” while dodging those that, according to her, didn’t need to come, Carol spotted her next target. 

Jess’s locker suddenly slammed shut, Carol Perkin’s hand stretched across the door. 

“Carol…” 

“Mrs. Harrington. My, you look super cute today.” Carol was now fingering her, or rather, Steve’s sweater, smiling knowingly. 

“What are you going on about?” Jess was already walking away from her locker, eager to get to her first period. 

“So, what is going on with you and Harrington?” 

“You’re out of touch, Carol.” 

“Not my fault someone doesn’t keep me in the loop anymore.” When Jess decidedly ignored this comment, Carol continued, “I’m having a party this Friday, or are you too cool to come?”

“Yeah, right, like you want me there.”

“Hey, you stopped hanging with us, or do you not remember?” Carol was now blocking Jess’s walking path, seemingly knowing the pathway she needed to take to her first period, looking annoyed and, surprisingly, hurt, an emotion she only showed briefly before shaking it away entirely. Again, Jess said nothing, so Carol continued, moving out of her way so that they could walk side by side, as they used to when walking to class. “You know, I figured it was your bible-thumping weirdos that made you quit hanging out, since we’re ‘bad influences’, but apparently, it turns out you don’t exactly hang out with them either.” 

“What’s your point, Carol?” 

“Seems like Steve Harrington is the only good enough friend for you. I mean, he must be since you’ve completely isolated yourself from everyone else.” Jess wished that this was the case, that for some reason, she’d randomly decided that Steve Harrington would be her only friend, that she was choosing to cut off everyone else. That would have made it easier. The truth was, she tried this year, really tried to go back to normal, as nothing different happened. That Hawkins was just Hawkins, that she wasn’t burdened by this incredible secret. And then it happened again. All. Over. Again. And there were only a few people she didn’t have to pretend with. Carol Perkins wasn’t one of them. And after what happened between her, Tommy, and Steve last year, it seemed there was no use trying again. 

“I’ll be there,” is what Jess was able to muster up, unwilling and unable to confront the current topic. 

Carol looked her up and down. “Wear something cute, you’re better than this. And tell Harrington.” Their shoulders softly brushed against each other as Carol turned around to walk in the opposite direction, and Jess was once again alone in a crowded hallway. 

Fourth-period practice was awful. As expected, Alicia did leave a detailed note of yesterday’s after-school practice, and Coach was not happy. Not happy at all. 

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“Since SOME OF YOU are uninterested in our SCHEDULED afternoon practices, looks like we’ll ALL be having an unscheduled one this afternoon. I hope you girls like running because you’ll be doing A LOT of it after school.” As they were currently in the gym, the boys, who pretended they weren’t paying attention, heard every last word. Some snickers were exchanged at the girls’ expense, causing some dirty looks to get thrown the boys’ way.  

By the end of practice, they were a sweaty mess, Coach not easing up on their current practice either, practically pushing them passed their limits as punishment. Showers and reapplication of makeup were in order for many of the girls, causing them to take longer coming out of the gym than the boys this time around. Billy left the locker room after Steve, who was already waiting outside the gym doors for Jess, Jason and Patrick making small talk with him while they waited. Billy eyed the three boys, sticking his left hand in his jean pocket, running his right hand through his hair, and then began cracking his knuckles with his thumb. Steve stared at him apprehensively, considering he was normally long gone by now, walking to the cafeteria. Just then Chrissy walked through the doors and turned to Steve, who was now looking at her, “She’s almost done.” As if on cue, Jess came through the doors, hair now thrown in the same banana clip as last night. 

As Steve began to open his mouth, Billy beat him to the punch, “Hey, Logan.” Steve shot his head in Billy’s direction, unsure he heard that right. Jess also seemed caught off guard, but gave Steve a quick look, telling him “One minute”, and walked over to Billy. 

“Yeah?” She whispered this question, not meaning to be so quiet. Jess swiftly looked over her shoulder, and then back at Billy. Steve and the rest were barely out of earshot, causing Billy to also lower his voice, though not as much as Jess. 

“You still need a ride, right?” 

“Uhh.” Jess had yet to think about how her extra, unplanned practice was going to affect her after-school plans. “If you can’t it’s okay, I’m sure Steve-“ 

“I’ll be in the car. Don’t run too slow, Logan.” He then looked back over at Steve, who had yet to take his eyes off him, and nodded at him slightly, causing Steve to squint his eyes defensively. With that, Billy then walked in the direction of the cafeteria. 

Confused as to why he couldn’t have waited till their 6th or 7th period to go over their plans, she stood there for a moment, watching Billy walk away from her. Her gaze slipped away when she felt Steve standing right next to her. “What was that all about?” 

“Just letting me know I still had a ride, I guess?” This made Steve cross his arms, now both of them looking in Hargrove's direction again. 

Patrick, unaware of any tension, was now becoming impatient. “So are we eating or what?” 

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“If you don’t make it in eighteen minutes, you’ll be running it AGAIN.” 

All the girls were dressed in their matching cheer sweatsuits, as it was much too cold for their regular attire, running around the track. Jess was nearing the end of her two-mile, feeling her right knee close to giving out. It began to tighten, making bending it nearly impossible, let alone putting weight on it. Only one lap left. She began hobbling slightly, pulling the right pants leg along with every step to be sure she would not have to endure another eighteen minutes of absolute hell. She was one of the only girls left on the track, which was, as always, disheartening. She hated the tightness she felt in her chest when she ran and always wondered if the other girls felt the same way. As she was rounding the last corner, she happened to look over at the bleachers, and to her horror, Billy Hargrove was leaning against them. She sprinted the last 100 meters, dragging her right leg with the same side arm. 

“17:46. I expect a faster time from my co-captains.” But, at this moment, Jess didn’t care. All she wanted was her second shower of the day and to finally be able to stretch out her knee. As she was exiting the track gate, Hargrove began moving toward her, smirk growing as she watched her shuffle away. 

“Jesus, Jess, looks like you’re falling apart.” He then nodded at her leg, continuing to eye her injury as she limped. “You get that from cheer?” 

“Nuh-uh, it’s older. Happened when I was a kid.” But when Billy began to open his mouth to ask what happened, she turned toward the back gym entrance, “I really need a shower, I’ll meet you at your car.” 

Jess quickly showered off what remained from her run, and quickly threw her still-wet hair up in the scrunchy that was previously holding her hair back. She threw on for the third time today Steve’s blue sweater and her own 401 jeans, quickly retied her old Nikes, and exited the locker room, heading toward the front parking lot entrance, bag swung haphazardly over her right shoulder. 

When she peeled the glass door open, she saw Billy leaning against the driver’s side, cigarette lit. He didn’t seem to notice her exit at first, and instead, was focused on the pavement. It was only when he heard the scuffing of her shoes did he look, slightly frowning when he took in her outfit. 

He flicked his red down and stomped it out, motioning his nod to the passenger door, which Jess figured meant “get in”. Billy turned the key over but didn’t speed off the way he normally did, looking out at the now abandoned student lot, with the exception of a few cars. He kept his eyes forward before starting back to the conversation before school. “What was with you this morning.” He didn’t state it as a question, he didn’t want her to lie to him again, didn’t want to leave room for her to. He knew something was different, being able to look back at yesterday morning and not recognize who entered his car this morning. Or rather, he did recognize this morning’s version, but it was the same girl that had met him on Sunday afternoon, and the same girl who avoided him every day before their shared project. 

“What do you mean?” Jess gave Billy a look of mock confusion, but her eyes gave her away, which were more aggressive than usual as if she were annoyed they were again having this conversation. 

“You seemed off, but what do I know, right?” Jess only shrugged, causing Billy to nod his head in disappointment and peel out of the parking spot he occupied. They drove in silence for a moment, no music playing in the background this time. Jess stared out at the now bare trees, their leaves now covering the grass and paved roads. She then peaked at Billy, who was caught looking at her but didn’t turn away when he was realized, only glancing in front of him when he needed to watch the road.  

“Billy, I’m just tired alright? You don’t need to be all weird about it.” 

“Oh, I’m being weird.” He smiled teasingly at Jess but stopped when she didn’t return the gesture. “You hear about Carol’s party?” When Jess nodded, he continued to ask, “You goin’?”

“I mean, I said I would, so probably.”

“You tell Harrington?” 

“Yeah, I told him in Spanish.” 

“He takin’ you?” Billy only looked out at the road when he asked, wanting to seem uninterested in the answer, that they were just making small talk. But an unspoken question lingered in his tone, a question that stayed with Billy for the remainder of the day after realizing whose clothes you were wearing. 

“I’m sure he would if I asked,” Jess answered this way, giving Billy an out, allowing him to be able to arrive by himself as he always did and take whatever girl home, as he, also, always did. 

“I’m sure he would.” His statement was stiffened with skepticism. Though wanting to offer her a ride instead, he decided he wouldn’t, as he was beginning to question whether he was starting to look desperate to be around her, and Billy Hargrove was never desperate. 

They finally pulled into her driveway, Billy immediately turning out the key once the car was parked. “We got a lot of studying to do if you’re gonna get that ‘B’ on Friday.” And with that, he exited, already heading toward the doorway. 

The smell of meatloaf hit both Jess and Billy as soon as the front door was pulled open, causing Jess’s growling stomach to become audible to those close to her, which wasn’t surprising due to the extra amount of “activity” forced onto her by her coach. 

As if reading her mind, Mrs. Logan shouted from the kitchen, “You kids hungry? Dinner’s just about done!” Jess looked over to Billy, unsure if he was willing to eat with her family, as this was unmarked territory for the both of them, having Billy share a meal with both of her parents. 

Billy looked down at Jess and coolly replied to her look of concern. “I could eat.” Before sitting at the dining table, Billy went over to Mrs. Logan and offered to help bring any dishes to the table, which made Jess watch them carefully, unwilling to have what happened the first time he met her mother happen again. But the offer seemed genuine enough that Jess allowed herself to look away and place her bag by the edge of the steps, ready for her to pick up and ascend to her room when it was time. She offered to take Billy’s bag as well, placing it near hers when he handed it to her. 

When Billy joined Jess at the table empty-handed, she assumed that her mother shooed him away, not allowing their guest to help, as she barely allowed her husband to help in the kitchen. He kept staring at the placemat in front of him, unsure of what to do next. His hands fidgeted with one another underneath the table. He was unwilling to admit it, but her was nervous, to say the least. He couldn’t remember the last time he sat at the dinner table with his own family, let alone someone else's. His mind eased, however, when he heard a familiar purring at his feet. There was the same cat, an overweight, orange tabby, who was now rubbing against his leg, seemingly begging for attention. “Hey there big guy.” 

“His name’s Pancake. Because when I first got him, he literally stole a whole pancake from me.” 

“Makes sense, he’s definitely shaped like one.”

Jess elbowed the side of his left arm. “Leave Pancake alone. He’s a good boy, aren’t you, Pancake?” As if he understood, he sent a tiny “meow” in her direction. 

“Alrighty, soup’s on!” Mr. Logan was now placing a narrow dish, recently out of the oven, in front of the two teenagers, making sure to place a flat oven mitt underneath first. Mrs. Logan then followed behind with a bowl full of homemade mashed potatoes, complete with garlic butter and a hint of parsley for color. 

“This smells and looks great, Mrs. Logan, thanks.”

“Oh, you can call me Beverly.” 

“Or you can keep calling her Mrs. Logan, that’s fine too,” Jess said under her breath, eyeing Billy knowingly. 

Mrs. Logan was too busy setting up the table to hear her disapproving comment, but Billy wasn’t, and to mess with her he responded, “Well then thank you, Beverly.” He then suddenly felt a strong kick underneath the table, effortlessly striking his shin. As he grimaced, a loud “REOWW” was heard, with Pancake disappearing into the living room. 

“You kids all right?”

“Yeah Mom, I think Billy just scared him.” She now turned her attention to Billy, “I’d be careful around Pancake, he isn’t declawed.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He returned sarcastically. 

As both her parents took their seats, Jess habitually bowed her head, but the Logan’s normal routine of saying grace was replaced by a casual “dig in”, which caused Jess to give her mother a questioning look. 

“We have a guest.” Jess quickly nodded and did as she was told, grateful she didn’t have to wait any longer to fill her stomach. 

Everything tasted how it looked, delicious. And after many forkfuls of his own food, Mr. Logan began to ask questions about their shared assignments. “How’s the reading coming along?” 

Jess took it upon herself to answer all the questions, which Billy was thankful for, not knowing how long he would have been able to keep conversation going. She, in detail, described what their essay would be about, how much they have read so far, graciously leaving out how they’ve read so far, and how he was also helping her in math, something that Mr. Logan found interesting. 

“So you’re good at math, Billy?” 

“Try to be, sir.” 

“That’s good. I’ve heard your sister is quite good at it too.” At this, Billy turned to Jess, slightly confused, but when Jess returned his look of confusion, he quickly realized she was not the one talking about his family. Their shared looks made Mr. Logan chuckle. “Your dad and I work at the same bank, son.” 

“Oh.” This information made his stomach flip, causing him to be uncomfortable where he sat. He began shifting in his seat, attempting to still look Mr. Logan in the eyes during their conversation. 

As they finished their dinner, Billy insisted on at least carrying the dirty dishes to the sink, but once that was done, Both Mr. and Mrs. Logan ordered that they retreat upstairs to start their studying. Jess made sure to grab her bag, reminding Billy of his as well, and they went up the steps together. 

When they had finally entered her bedroom, Jess was already giving Billy an annoyed glance. He decided to put a close to her irritation, “Jess I wasn’t flirting with your mother this time.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

He then raised his right hand, tracing across over the left side of his chest, as he did the first time he visited, “Cross my heart.”

“Hope to die?” 

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Jess rolled her eyes at his quick remark but figured he meant his promise, and she continued with their plans for the evening. “So, The Iliad or derivatives, take your pick.”

“Whatever you want, princess.” He was busy eyeing her childish teddies along the far wall of her room, occasionally running his fingers along the ears, many of them wearing various cheer outfits, complete with pom poms, which made Billy chuckle. What caught his attention, however, was a picture of a much younger Jess, with a white long sleeve, the number 07 written in black on her torso, the word “Broncos” written above the number in the same color, complete with a pair of spandex and kneepads. “You played?” Billy now had the frame in his hand, facing it toward Jess as if to explain why he was suddenly asking her questions. 

“That was a long time ago.” 

“Were you any good?” 

“Honestly? Yeah. Really good.” 

He set the frame back down in front of another frame, which was slightly longer, and had depicted about a dozen girls, all wearing the same uniform Jess had in the previous picture. He searched for her in the group photo and when he found her, he turned back to the now older version. “Why aren’t you on the Hawkins team then?” But before she could answer, Billy suddenly turned back to her solo picture, and reread the mascot name on her jersey. “The Broncos? I thought Hawkins middle school were The Cubs?” 

“I went to middle school a couple towns over.” Jess had her copy of The Iliad already out, opened to where they stopped last Saturday. “You ready to get started?” 

“You deciding you don’t need me anymore, Logan?” 

Billy was not as eager to start on the reading as Jess was and was hoping she would have chosen him to tutor her in math instead, considering how stressed the epic poem made him.  “Like you said, I’ll figure it out by Wednesday.” She gave him a quick smile, ensuring it didn’t linger longer than being friendly, and gestured for him to sit next to her, which he did after he retrieved the annotated copy from his bag. As Billy sat, she shifted slightly, scooting away from him when he got closer. However, Billy didn’t seem to notice, as he was too engaged in Jess’s old notes. 

“Now pleasing sleep had seal’d each mortal eye, Stretch’d in the tents the Grecian leaders lie…”

She read this way for the next few hours, Billy quietly listening, occasionally glancing up to watch her read, something she would sometimes catch, but willed herself to not acknowledge them, as, she believed, that’s all they were: glances. They continued this way, him admiring her, her pretending not to notice him, with the occasional questions Billy had about the text interrupting their game. When the clock turned 9:45, Billy interjected Jess’s reading one last time. 

“We can pick this up tomorrow. But Thursday I have to finish my research paper for U.S History,” Jess began to explain, putting away her book and taking her physics packet in the process, “And since we’ll be… busy… Friday, I’m thinking we can just write the paper this weekend. Or I can just do it if-“

“I’m free this weekend.” Billy intended to keep his promise, to not push all the paperwork on Jess, even though he was unsure how useful he’d be in writing an essay. 

“Okay, Saturday then? Since you know, you work and all…” 

“See you tomorrow, Logan.” 

Billy softly closed her door, then began down the steps, his bag swinging in his left hand, his right hand holding onto his pack of Reds in his denim pocket. Her parents were no longer in the kitchen, nor the living room, so he took it upon himself to lock the bottom lock, closing the front door afterward. He climbed into his car, wearing a crooked smile, turned the key, and blasted his heat. Once his door was closed, he lit what he believed would be his last cigarette of the night, and trapped it between his lips before he pulled out and made the short drive back home. Before pulling up his own driveway, he was sure to turn off his headlights to avoid illuminating the living room, hoping not to wake anyone who may be asleep. Once parked he finished his Marlboro inside his car, taking his time, before it was time to leave the safety of his car and enter his father’s domain. He still held the smile on his face, reminiscing over his previous meal, but when he opened the front door to find Neil standing, facing the door, with Max sitting on the couch, also now staring at the door wide-eyed, he quickly dropped his smile, along with any hope of going to sleep any time soon. 

“So,” Neil remained unmoved, staring blankly at his son, “you’re too good to bring Maxine home from school now, hmm?” 

Billy looked from Max back to his father, who was still staring at him with the same wooden expression. It made his heart drop, as he always knew what came after his father proved his vacancy for emotion, the emptiness would be replaced with something else, something that wanted to prove to Billy that he was nothing. That he would always be nothing. 

Instead of Billy responding, Max did, attempting to diminish the tension, “I told you, I’m fine. I like skating sometimes and my friends were-“

“Quiet, Maxine. I was asking your brother.” The calmness in his voice made both children shiver. Neil was now walking toward him and only stopped before the tip of his nose reached the bridge of Billy’s. “Why don’t you go back to your room.” He was still addressing Max, who looked to be opening her mouth to protest until Billy locked eyes with her and shook his head painfully slow, hoping to not tip off his father about their nonverbal conversation.

For fucks sake Max, don’t make it worse.

When her footsteps were no longer audible, Neil continued. “So. Why is it, on a day you don’t have practice, did you allow your sister to skate home?” 

“Dad, come on, I had shit to take care of, okay? I got this English project and she even said her friends were with her. It’s not like she was fending for herself out there.” 

“Oh no, I saw who brought her home, Billy.” The color began to drain from his face as he tried to look anywhere but at Neil. “It’s your responsibility to bring her home. Isn’t that right?” 

“Dad I-“ Neil’s first strike to his face caught him off guard, his balance failing him as he teetered to his right. Once he caught himself, however, he was met with another blow to his lip, which connected much harder than the last. Neil shook his head in disappointment, annoyed that he had to do that. 

“That wasn’t a question, son.” Billy was now backed into the door, silently begging to materialize at the other side of it. The way Neil spat out his name for him, son, it made him want to return to the Logan’s, back to the dinner table with Mr. Logan, who made the name seem more endearing. “I’m tired of this attitude, thinking you can do what you want, that you can talk back.” He was becoming louder, more unhinged. 

“I’m s-sor-“

“HMM?” 

“I’m sorry sir.” He dared look into his father’s eyes when he said this, knowing it would only anger him further if this requirement was not meant.  

Neil then backed away from him, contemplating his apology. “I don’t. Ever. Want to see that shit again, you understand me?” When Billy nodded, Neil turned away from him. “Clean this shit up. Since you can’t even bother showing up to dinner anymore.” Neil gestured to the dining room, then retreated to his own room, slamming the door for good measure, indifferent about whether Susan could have been asleep. There was a single dish left on the table, a beer can sitting next to it. Billy willed the numbness in his legs to retreat back to his chest and began to walk toward the dining table, tossing the can and quickly rinsing off the plate, fork, and steak knife, placing them in the dishwasher once done. He stood there, still in front of the sink, looking out at the small window that was placed above it, only able to see his reflection as it was too dark outside to see anything else. He saw the cut left behind by his father, the redness around it threatening to turn purple any minute. He saw the moisture building under his eyes and the trembling scowl on his face. He saw how unquestionably weak he looked. He struck his palm against the edge of the now clean sink, still staring down his reflection, ordering it to change, but it only became worse, the tears now running down his face.  He couldn’t be here anymore. Not now. 

He retreated back to his car, now allowing his headlights to shine bright, not caring whether they were disrupting. He wouldn’t be coming back tonight anyways. He backed out, tires screeching and music blasting, something he was sure he’d pay for tomorrow if Neil cared to run into him again. He glanced down at his watch, seeing the time read as 11:37. Everything would be closed, this city not even a fraction as lively as SoCal. Billy looked around at the darkened town as he drove, his engine and tape disrupting the silence. He then found the abandoned parking lot, the same one that he allowed Jess to circle just yesterday. He parked but kept the car on, unwilling to turn off the heat, but if he were to sleep there, in his car, as he has done multiple times, he knew he’d have to turn it off eventually. He began to hang his head, tired from tonight’s events, until he decided to once again look at his reflection, pulling at his rearview mirror slightly to do so. His cut was now much more visible than it was in the reflection of the window, angering him, the sleepiness from just moments ago fading. 

“Fuck.” He then struck his palm against his wheel. “FUCK.” He continued to bang against it, his tongue now dripping venom, “FUCK this GODDAMN town. Fuck this. FUCK HE-“ He became incoherent, babbling as he struck his dash now, unable to see clearly through his tears. When he accidentally bumped his horn, he stopped, throwing his head back in his seat. While staring up at nothing, he began to realize he didn’t want to sleep in his cold car. He didn’t want to be alone. And though he knew better, he was blinded by the comfort he had felt only hours before, and because of this, only because of this, Billy began his journey back to Cherry Lane.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove stranger things #billy x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy stranger things #billy hargrove fic #billy deserved better #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove antis dni #billy antis dni #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove hc

[lovecanbesostrange]

Please know that since yesterday I am mentally trapped in these two panels. There is actually a lot I will miss Krakoa for, but I also felt a bit of resentment throughout the era and this family is a big reason why. NOW that we are in the last stretch of burning it all down and the new X-launch is in reach, we'll get this wedding special. And we finally have all four together in a panel. NOW?! I bought X-Men Unlimited #4 in either fall of '94 or spring '95, solely because of the cover. 30 years of waiting. Let me live in this moment for a bit.

Look at what they are doing with the art! Oh sure, Mystique and Nightcrawler are the blue ones. Pair up Destiny and Rogue next to that to make them look similar enough as well. Only for my brain to scream "but the personalities are the other way around!!!!!!!!". Irene and Kurt work on faith and believe in possibilities and reaching out to be better. Raven and Anna Marie typing this out makes me feel weird are the ones who will kill a bitch and say they will darken their soul so others don't have to. Plus there is the element that they both have lived more than one life and their sense of self is distorted .

They've come a long way, okay?!

Yes this is exactly what it looks like. For plot reasons Nightcrawler was too weak to teleport and dangling off a cliff next to Mystique. And of course Rogue could only save one and before she made a decision Mystique said "I make this for you" and let go. I still like to believe she flipped them the bird when she fell. Because she is Mystique. "HaHa! Take this, you think I'm the worst mother ever, but you will have to live with a moment of nobility from me!" (Also Destiny knew this would come, and she fucking knows there is something good inside of Mystique. It just comes out... different. And needs very specific circumstances.)

Apart from X-Men Evolution (and the X-Men Forever alternate history comic with its very special vibes), we have never gotten any bigger acknowledgement of this family. And Irene has been cut out. Either conveniently on account of being dead, or because she's an old lady and clearly just a gal pal, ahem. (It's also very funny to me to go back to their first appearances, where the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants has the biggest Three Stooges energy ever. I needed Mystique, Destiny, Rogue, Pyro, Blob and Avalanche to have a drinking contest on Krakoa. That is what Krakoa was supposed to be about!! You needed to give us 200% domestic nonsense, fun and games. So it would hurt everybody when it was inevitably taken away. EVERYBODY needed to find happiness in that place in unconventional ways.)

Sadly not my original thought (I don't have those), but recently I read some comment where somebody said that with Irene being his bio-mother, Kurt should have inherited a type of precog-sense, a sorta spidey-sense for teleportation. A natural ability that he won't teleport into an obstacle. And I would be so on board with that. (Also funny, because Ms Marvel had that type of sense and I could pull up panels where Nightcrawler tried to trigger that in Rogue.) Would it be weird to add that now? Sure. But also super cute and helpful.

My deepest gratitude goes out to the fanartists who have doodled and sketched and painted cute family moments for them out of time. Now canon can catch up. Imagine their dinner conversations. N: "Logan is my best friend." M: "Oh, that reminds me there is this blue furball running around with his and my powers. I don't even remember if we ever had sex or not, we're so close in age and have these memory gaps." N: "Mutter, nein!" D: "You should ask him out, you two would make a cute couple. Trust me." R: "You're setting up Nightcrawler with Wolverine and keep giving me grief over Gambit?" M: "He speaks too much French! Wolverine might be Canadian, but at least he's not a Franco-Canadian!" N: "So I couldn't date Northstar?"

Do not get me wrong though. Mystique and Destiny are horrible people and they will stab others in the back. They have worked for the government, they have plotted assassinations of government people. They have fought alongside and against the X-Men. I don't want them tamed or be reasonable. I want their mess. I want them as anti-villains. Because they don't do heinous things for nothing. They like to create less horrible murder events than what could be... some writers just liked to go overboard with the scheming and forgot the sympathic undertones, which I want to cling to. And we deserved a time of peace on Krakoa. Truly imagine a Mystique who was happy on Krakoa. And the absolut batshit villainous energy when it's burned down against her will... now THAT would have been something. Instead of baking resentment into the foundation.

#X-Men #Rogue #Nightcrawler #Mystique #Irene Destiny Adler #wednesday spoilers #sorry I'm so sorry but I can't get over this... #ramblings

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Dragon Quest

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Roman is missing and Janus enlists Virgil and Remus' help to find him. Together they end up on a quest through the imagination, ultimately leading them to... a cuddle pile??

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Warnings: none (that I'm aware of, but please lmk if i need to add any)

Pairings: romantic roceit, platonic anxceitmus, prinxiety and creativitwins

Word count: 2519

Notes: Yes, this is the dragon hoard cuddle pile fic we've been waiting for. Unfortunately, that will be happening in the second chapter, which I have not written yet because I'm tired and running low on creative juice. I promise I'll get to it soon though! Keep an eye on this one :D

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“Remus!” Janus called as he walked into the common room. Just as he expected, within the next five seconds there was a hole in the ceiling through which Remus was hanging upside down by his tentacles. 

“You called?” Remus asked, “Whassup?”

“Have you seen Roman?”

“Uh… don’t think so! But I’ve been in the imagination with Bessy all day-”

“I’ve definitely seen him in the last three days.” Janus interrupted, “And it’s totally not starting to worry me.”

“Ooh-” Remus said, wincing, “You’ve looked in his room?”

“Obviously not.”

“His imagination?” Remus suggested.

“I searched for four hours, but I couldn’t find him in the kingdom or the forest, or the dungeons, almost got killed by a pack of kobolds.”

“Jeez, you good?” Remus asked.

“I’m not fine, I’m more worried about Roman right now,” Janus said, waving him off, “Any other suggestions?”

“The subconscious?” Remus said, frowning.

“We would’ve felt it if he went there,” Janus shook his head, “And Remy visited yesterday, they would’ve said something.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus nodded, “...The light sides?”

Janus frowned, why the hell would Roman go up there? Last Janus checked he was still very much avoiding Patton and Logan. Besides, his room was still here, it’s not like he’d gone back properly. 

“He could just be visiting Virgil?” Remus suggested, probably seeing the look on Janus’ face, he dropped down from the ceiling to stand properly on the floor. 

“Perhaps…” Janus sighed, “Do you think we should summon Virgil and see if he knows anything?”

“Eh?” Remus said, shrugging and wandering off towards the kitchen, “Go ahead, I’ma make a sandwich.”

“Don’t you dare,” Janus said, “You know what happened last time you made a sandwich? I’m not having any more fires.”

“That was Roman!” Remus yelled, “Last time I made a sandwich was with the sentient condiment slime!”

“Which is better how exactly?” Janus said, raising an eyebrow, they stared at each other for a moment before Janus sighed, “If you can promise the mess wont leave the kitchen, you can make a sandwich.”

“Fuck yes!” Remus grinned, “Promise!”

Janus rolled his eyes, “I’m going to search for Virgil.”

“Lemme know if you find Ro!”

—-

“...Janus?” Virgil said through the crack in his door, looking a little perplexed, “The hell are you doing up here?”

“Have you seen Roman?” Janus asked, Virgil’s expression immediately morphed from confusion to panic.

“No?” Virgil said, opening his door properly, “Isn’t he with you guys?”

“Neither Remus or I have seen him for multiple days.” Janus explained, “I am totally not starting to get slightly frantic and I was wondering if he was with you for some reason.”

“I uh- no I haven’t seen him, but- I can help you guys look-if you want?” Virgil said, putting his hands in his pockets, “I mean- maybe?”

Janus shook his head, "Absolutely not, I don't want your help whatsoever, it's not like you've known Roman longer than we have or anything." 

Sighing, Virgil stepped out of his door and closed it behind him, "Where's Remus?" 

"Making a sandwich and hopefully wrecking my entire kitchen, why?" 

"Because he can navigate the imagination better than we can- if you've looked around the mindscape then he's probably in there," Virgil said, leading the way down the hallway. Janus would have suggested sinking out, but he suspected Virgil needed time to mentally prepare to go downstairs. Despite Remus' invitation, Virgil hadn't stepped a foot in the darkside's mindscape since he'd left.

"I've already checked the imagination." Janus said, possibly a little too haughtily. 

Virgil turned to stare at him for a second before sighing, "His imagination is infinite, dumbass, you couldn't have checked it all, and you wouldn't have found him, especially if he didn't want you to, which is why we need Remus." 

Frowning, Janus followed Virgil back downstairs where they found that Remus, luckily, hadn't completely destroyed the kitchen.

"Hi Vee!" Remus called, waving before he shoved half a sandwich in his mouth all at once. Janus winced.

"uh… hey Remus," Virgil said, narrowing his eyes at Remus, "What- is that?" 

"PB&J!" Remus grinned, waving the second half of the sandwich - which was dripping jam and something that looked far too runny to be peanut butter onto the floor, "With pickle juice!" 

That would be it. 

"Disgusting! Anyway," Virgil said, turning back to Janus, "Is there any reason you can think of that he might have gone off to hide?" 

Janus shared a look with Remus, who shrugged. Janus sighed, "Not that I noticed… Did anything happen at the last meeting?" 

“Other than Roman having grown horns out of nowhere? Not really,” Virgil said, before his eyes widened, “Wait- that’s probably it, isn’t it?”

“Whatever do you mean, Virgil?” Janus asked, confused.

“Remember how when I got mine I basically took over part of Remus’ forest?” Virgil said, crossing his arms.

“Some of the webs are still there!” Remus said, grinning, “I made some funky spiders to fill them!”

“Right, and Remus went off and hid in a la- ohh…” Janus said, realising what Virgil was implying.

“So, if we can figure out where Roman’s beastie would be likely to hide, we could probably find Roman there too,” Virgil said with an exasperated sigh, “Seriously you didn’t figure this out yourself, Jan?”

“I feel as though I’m being unnecessarily mocked because I was worried about my boyfriend’s disappearance,” Janus said, crossing his arms with an annoyed huff. Virgil sighed and waved him off.

“‘Kay well if Ro’s a dragon then he’s probably in a cave somewhere,” Remus said, before gasping, “Oh! He has this big mountain range where all the dragons in his imagination live, he’s probably gone there!”

Virgil shuddered, “Are the other dragons likely to try and eat us?”

“I guess we’ll find out!” Remus said, grinning.

“I suppose we don’t want set off as soon as possible, then?” Janus said, raising an eyebrow, “Virgil, will you be coming?”

“Sure why not,” Virgil said with a sigh, “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Hooray!” Remus cheered, chucking the rest of his sandwich onto the side and running off. 

—-

Virgil didn’t know what to expect when the three of them walked through the big red and gold doors to the imagination, but it certainly wasn’t to have his outfit changed, his hoodie was replaced with a long hooded cloak featuring the same patchy style. He’d gained what seemed to be arm guards that ended in fingerless gloves as well as a loose grey tunic and tight black trousers. He was also a little surprised to note that he had multiple weapons concealed on his person as well as a bow slung over his shoulder. Virgil didn’t have a single clue about archery, but whatever, at least he wasn’t Janus.

“You look like a victorian woman!” Remus said between snorting laughter whilst Janus crossed his arms over an elegant-looking black and gold bodice with a white off-the-shoulder shirt with long white gloves replacing his yellow ones. Not only that, but he also sported a loose cape jacket and a bell skirt that stopped just above his ankles, where Virgil could just about make out what looked like riding boots under the mass of ruffles. Janus sighed.

“Looks like we’re on a quest,” Janus said, sounding like he couldn’t be less excited about the fact.

“Yay!” Remus cheered, medieval knight’s armour clanking as he raised his Morningstar to the sky. 

“Wonderful,” Virgil deadpanned, “Will one of you explain what the hell this is?”

“This hasn’t happened to you before?” Janus asked, seeming mostly tired.

“...no?? Usually my clothes don’t randomly change into something else when I go into the imagination?” Virgil said, throwing his hands into the air. 

Janus sighed and shook his head, whilst Remus leant on his Morningstar and shook his head at Virgil.

“It’s basically like, y’know when Roman does daydream mode?” Remus said, Virgil nodded, “It’s like that but even more… daydreamy, and in the imagination, we call it quest mode.”

“More or less, we have been assigned roles, and while it totally matters if we don’t go along with whatever storyline we are presented with going forward, there will be a storyline that will likely lead us to Roman.” Janus explained, crossing his arms over the corset. Virgil couldn’t help but notice how much jewellery Janus was wearing compared to the rest of them, a gold bar necklace, a silver chain that housed what looked like a ruby pendant, and earrings, bracelets and rings. Virgil was only wearing a black choker with a small silver moon pendant and Remus was wearing no jewellery at all. 

“So we’re heading for the mountains but looking out for whatever this storyline is on the way?” Virgil asked.

“Basically, yes.” Janus nodded, “I have no idea how easy it’ll be to climb a mountain in this dress, though.”

“We’ll figure that out when we come to it.” Virgil sighed, “Remus?”

“Mmh?” Remus said, turning from where he was attempting to shove one of the whimsical forest mushrooms into his mouth.

“Don’t eat that,” Virgil sighed, “Do you know which way we gotta go?”

“Oh yeah,” Remus nodded, spitting out the mushroom and standing up, “North.”

“...Which way is north?” Virgil asked, crossing his arms. Remus rolled his eyes and pointed down the path that seemed to lead them through the woods, which were much more fairy-like than Virgil remembered. If this was some fantasy quest like Remus had described, Virgil wouldn’t even be surprised if they were in some kind of fairyland. 

“We totally shouldn’t stick together,” Janus spoke up the moment Remus went to leave the path.

“You don’t say,” Virgil said, taking a knife from a holder on his arm guard and flipping it mindlessly from hand to hand, “And don’t go off the path, Roman’s told me enough about fae lore to know that, at least.”

—-

They had been walking for maybe an hour - Virgil was finding it difficult to tell the time - before the trees around them began to thin. Once the three of them were free of the forest completely Remus excitedly pointed out the mountains they were headed towards in the distance. God that looked… far. 

“You think we should’ve packed like… food or something?” Virgil asked, frowning. He wasn’t tired yet, not from just an hour’s walk through what was really a fairly peaceful forest, but the hilly fields and river valleys didn’t look like they’d be much fun to traverse. 

“It totally wouldn’t have been wise.” Janus said, taking a few deep breaths, “How on earth did Victorian women wear this every day? This dress totally isn’t incredibly heavy.”

“Jan just doesn’t like dressing like a girl,” Remus said, “Sexist.”

“I’m not sexist, you dunce,” Janus huffed, “I definitely have qualms about ‘dressing like a girl’ These clothes are just… incredibly practical for the amount of walking we have ahead of us.”

“Awee poor Janny, stuck in a big poofy dress,” Remus taunted, “This armour’s all hot and sticky but you don’t see me complaining!”

“Yes, because ‘hot and sticky’ totally isn’t something that you’ve mentioned you enjoy being multiple times in the past,” Janus huffed. 

“Guys shut up,” Virgil said, raising a hand, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Remus asked, Virgil glared.

“If you shut up you might- woah!” Virgil yelped, jumping back as something swept down from the sky and snatched Janus - who didn’t even get the chance to so much as yelp - up far too quickly for him too see more than a red, white and gold blur. Once he’d realised what had happened, though, Virgil shaded his eyes, squinting up into the sky to try and get a look at the kidnapper. He could make out what looked like dragon wings, though they were much smaller than any of the other dragons he’d seen in Roman’s imagination before…

“Was that fucking Roman?” Remus yelled, gesturing wildly at the sky. 

“I don’t- that was- that happened too quickly for me to tell!” Virgil cried in confusion. 

“Welp we’re fucked, there goes the brain cell,” Remus said, putting his head in his hands in what Virgil was pretty sure was mock sorrow.

“Wait hold up- Roman has wings?? ” Virgil said, "Also excuse you! I have a braincell!"

“Uh, yeah Virgil, he’s a dragon, haven’t we gone over this?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“You never told me he has wings!” Virgil cried, throwing his hands up into the air before sitting down on a large outcropping rock, “What the hell are we supposed to do now.”

“Uh, duh, we go follow them?” Remus said, gesturing his hand in that direction.

“It’ll take us hours to walk!” Virgil yelled, head in hands, “What if that wasn’t even Roman that took him! What if it was that- I don’t know- that Dragon Witch character he created ages ago and Janus is actually in trouble?”

“Woah dude, ok first of all no-ones gonna get hurt here, this is Ro’s imagination, so it’s not even fun like mine, Jan has object impermanence plot armour bullshit like Logan does too,” Remus said, picking his nails, “So even if that wasn’t Roman, Jan’ll be fine, and if it was or not we should still go after them because of the storyline Janus mentioned earlier, remember?”

Virgil shook his hands out, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s gonna take us forever to get there.”

“Hey look,” Remus said in a mocking tone as two horses trotted out of the forest, “Horses that I totally didn’t just summon because I can do that too!”

Virgil eyed the horses suspiciously, “They’re not gonna like, attack me or- i don’t know turn into the demogorgon or something, are they?” He asked as Remus swung himself onto the back of the armoured black and white seemingly innocent shire horse. 

“Find out!” Remus cackled, “Now c'mon or you’ll be left behind!”

He thought that he’d rather potentially be attacked by a demon horse than be left totally alone in the imagination, so he - begrudgingly - climbed onto the back of the Andalusian and grabbed onto the saddle, suddenly realising that he had never ridden a horse in his life. Luckily the mare didn’t seem much bothered by his nervousness as she leaned down to graze the grass at her feet. 

“Remus?” Virgil said, awkwardly grabbing the reins. 

“Yeah, Virgin?” Remus called, having already started his own horse forward, “Are ya coming?”

“I uh- I don’t know how to ride a horse-” Virgil said, Remus rolled his eyes.

“Dumbass, it’s imaginary,” Remus said, “You can do whatever the fuck you want, you don’t gotta do it right .”

“Oh,” Virgil mumbled.

“Left-brained sides, I’ll never understand you dorks,” Remus mumbled as he urged his horse to continue walking. Virgil did the same - surprised to find that it actually worked - and together they set off to follow the speck in the distant sky that was Janus and probably-Roman.

Virgil really hoped that Janus, at least, was having a good time, wherever he was right now.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess (if anyone wants to be added let me know1)

I'm also going to tag @doteddestroyer because you seemed to have a vested interest in this fic in particular. hehe

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #darkside!roman #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roceit #creativitwins #fanfic #rowans writings

[blackacre13]

Hello dear Logan! I don't know if you've seen Friends but there's a part where Joey notices Chandler's ruffled hair and says to him: "You are so lazy. Can't you get on top for once?" Could you do something like that but it's the crew poking fun at Lou and Debbie?

Of course I’ve seen Friends and I love this prompt! Here you are:

“Let me sleep, Debs,” Lou groaned, physically protesting my tugging the comforter back as she tried to pull it entirely over her face.

“The girls are going to be here any minute and you know how much shit they’ll give us if they know we just rolled out of bed. Or worse. They find us in bed again.”

“Just five more minutes, honey. You tuckered me out.”

“And how is that possible?” Debbie smirked, whispering in the blonde’s ear as she kissed the soft skin beside it. “I was the one doing all the work.”

“Hey!” The blonde shot back, grabbing at her partner as Debbie squealed, gasping and giggling as Lou tickled the exposed parts of her skin peeking out from her silk tank top. “I asked what you wanted and that’s what you chose, Ocean.”

“Yes,” Debbie gasped, her cheeks red and face flustered from laughing. She stood, straightening out her hair and shirt as she sprinted out of Lou’s reach headed towards the bathroom. “I chose to do the work. I mean someone had to make sure I got off last night.”

“You can’t ride my strap without me—“ Lou cut herself off as Debbie gave her a sultry look, disappearing into the bathroom with a final wink.

“I’ll let you picture exactly that possibility while I get ready,” Debbie hummed.

A few minutes later, Debbie’s heels were clicking away towards the steps after giving Lou a toothpaste minty kiss to the forward, set on laying out the bagels and spreads they’d picked up last night for the crew. They were currently protesting being the only ones who ever cooked for the group. Well, Lou was. Lou wouldn’t consider licking batter and stealing things out of a frying pan to be helpful from her disaster of a sous chef.

Lou heard some voices downstairs and assumed that Tammy was there. That was fine. She was always early. But then the door slammed and there was some screaming and laughing which meant that the younger parts of the brood were actually showing up. Hungover and starving, no doubt. But still present. She’s procrastinated too long.

She frowned down at the band tshirt she was wearing and shrugged, merely sliding into abandoned leather pants from yesterday on the floor and a pair of ankle boots from Debbie that she had recently adopted as her own, throwing a blazer over the ensemble and cuffing the sleeves. She ruffled her bangs and popped a piece of gum in her mouth before stepping through a cloud of cologne, not bothering to look in the mirror before she headed downstairs.

Debbie greeted her with a kiss and a murmur about her “sexy bed head” that Lou waved off, but it left her blushing as she went to gather herself a plate and figure out the coffee situation.

And then Daphne appeared behind her and she could practically hear the silent judgment.

“Kluger,” Lou breathed, already suppressing the urge to roll her eyes at the woman pre caffeine.

“God,” Daphne tsked. “You are so lazy. Would it kill you to get on top for once?”

She raised an eyebrow in judgment letting the question hang in the air, but walked away with half of a bagel with the center scooped out and an almost invisible swipe of butter.

“Did I miss something?” The blonde asked, turning around to Tammy who handed her a mug and a shit-eating grin.

“Back of your hair,” Tammy smirked. “Looks like it was steamrolled into the headboard.”

“Wait. Deb tops?” Nine grinned.

“Better,” Constance laughed. “Dad tops from the bottom.”

“Better,” Constance laughed. “Dad tops from the bottom.”

#queue #blackacre13 #lou miller #Debbie ocean #lou miller x debbie ocean #debbie ocean x lou miller #lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #lou and debbie #Debbie and Lou #lou x deb #deb x lou #lou and deb #deb and Lou #loubbie #heist girlfriends #heist wives #oceans eight #oceans 8 #ocean’s eight #ocean’s 8 #ocean’s eight fanfic #ocean’s 8 fanfic #ocean’s 8 fanfiction #ocean’s eight fanfiction #o8 fanfic #o8 fanfiction #friends tv #chandler Bing #joey tribbiani

[naminethewriter]

You're Not Alone

Chapter Two: Home Alone

Masterpost | Previous | Next | Ao3

Finally back with this story for @edupunkn00b and the @sanderssidesgiftxchange! This chapter really didn't want to work with me for the longest time, but I think I'm happy with how it turned out 😅

Summary: Logan, Janus and Remus are celebrating their first Christmas as a married couple but a snow storm strands both Janus and Remus elsewhere, leaving Logan home alone. Knowing that the situation will trigger their husband, Janus and Remus need to find a way home.

Content Warnings: Childhood Trauma, Past Child Abuse, Vivid Flashback, Derealisation

There is a summary of this chapter in the end notes on Ao3 if you want to skip it. Stay safe!

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The whistling of the tea kettle startled Logan out of his thoughts. When had he begun to drift? He glanced at the clock, letting the events of the last hour play back in his mind. He had been working, then noticed how late it had gotten. Janus still wasn’t home, so he went searching for his phone which was when he noticed the snowstorm outside. He’d gotten on a call with Janus which Remus then joined. Both were stuck and wouldn’t make it home tonight.

Logan took a deep breath at the reminder. He would be fine.

While pouring the boiling water into his already prepared mug with a chamomile tea bag inside, Logan took another look around the kitchen to see if there was anything he missed during his clean-up.

There wasn’t.

Which was bad.

He needed a distraction, but he knew for a fact that the house was nearly spotless. With Remus gone for a week, there was not much to clean up in the first place, since he and Janus were naturally tidy people.

The pots are stacked in the wrong order, minus ten points!

Logan flinched as his mother’s voice echoed in his head, but he resisted the urge to open the cabinet again to check on the pots. They fit inside and that was all that mattered.

You didn’t vacuum the corners thoroughly enough! I’m removing five points!

He ducked his head, sipping at his mug but the tea hadn’t had enough time to steep yet. He placed it down, noting that his hands were shaking. Maybe there was laundry left to do? No, Janus had made sure that was finished yesterday, so that they wouldn’t need to deal with it on Christmas Eve. Maybe watching a movie would distract him?

What are you doing, just sitting around? You should be studying! If you don’t get a perfect score on your test, I will not take you with me to visit my mother on her birthday!

The shill echo of her voice still managed to give Logan a headache. But she wasn’t there. He hadn’t seen her in over a year and she wasn’t allowed to contact him. He wasn’t in school anymore and his grandmother had died two years ago.

His attempts at grounding himself weren’t enough to keep her voice out though. He could see her in front of him, seemingly so much larger than himself, waving around a test of his where he missed two points. Only two points. Two missing points that got him locked inside his room while his mother went to Thanksgiving dinner with his other relatives. She always claimed that Logan got sick to them, telling Logan it was to safe him the embarrassment.

He had believed her for so long.

Had believed that all his relatives would ridicule him over not being able to live up to his mother’s standards.

Why aren’t you in your room?! I didn’t allow you to come downstairs, did I?! Huh? I don’t care if you’re hungry, you don’t get anything until it’s time for dinner!

In a last attempt at getting rid of her, Logan removed the tea bag from his mug and downed the still scalding liquid in one go.

It hurt so bad, tears sprung into his eyes.

Stop crying already, this is all your fault!

He squeezed his eyes shut.

She’s not there.

She’s not there.

She’s not there.

She is not there.

Until she was.

“Don’t ignore me, Logan. I told you to stop.”

Her voice was harsh, as it always was. Logan tried to brush away the tears with his hands but they wouldn’t stop flowing.

He needed to stop. Mother was already angry. He needed to stop.

He couldn’t stop.

“Honestly, if you wanted to go so badly, then you should have studied more. This is because you didn’t work hard enough.”

But he had worked hard. He had done all the exercises his teacher had given them. He had read all the chapters five times. He had spent hours every evening to commit everything to memory.

And it still hadn’t been enough.

And he was going to spend another Christmas all alone because his mother was going to lock him in his room while she goes to Grandma’s house.

It wasn’t fair!

He shook his head.

Of course it was fair. Mother had said beforehand that he would need to stay home if he didn’t get a perfect score. He had known the stakes and still he’d fallen short of her expectations.

It was only right for her to enforce the rules.

The tears finally stopped.

“Are you done now?” Mother asked, voice completely cold.

Logan nodded, eyes remaining on the floor.

“And you understand that you are in the wrong?”

Another nod.

“See, that wasn’t so bad to admit now, was it?”

He shook his head. His mother sighed.

“This would all be so much easier for both of us if you just accept that what I’m doing is what’s best for you.” She grabbed his arm, grip tight enough that he couldn’t escape but not yet digging into his flesh. He stumbled after her as she dragged him up to his room and inside.

A plate with a single slice of bread with cheese was placed on his desk.

That was all she would leave for him to eat until morning.

“Now, be a good little boy and reflect on what you’ve done wrong. I want an apology from you tomorrow morning. Understood?”

“Yes, mother,” Logan answered, once again staring at the ground. He was afraid that if he looked at her, he would start crying again.

“Good.” That was all she said before letting go of him and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her and a moment later, Logan heard the familiar click of the lock engaging. Her footsteps got quieter as she went downstairs.

Logan waited until he heard the front door close and the car leave before he dared to move. With few shaking steps he got to his desk, sitting down. The slice of bread stared at him, mocking him for being a colossal failure once again.

His mother was right. This was all his fault.

If he had just tried harder. If he had studied just a bit more, then everything would have been fine!

But he didn’t, so he had to sit here, all alone.

Like he deserved.

Then, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Had his mother come back?

No, she wouldn’t need to ring the doorbell.

Again it rang.

But the sound was different. That wasn’t what the doorbell in his mother’s house sounded like. No, that was the bell in…

A third ring.

Logan’s eyes flew open. He was on the floor, in front of the bedroom he shared with his husbands. How had he gotten here? Hadn’t he just been in the kitchen?

His hands hurt. They were balled into fists at his side, the nails digging into his palms. Slowly he released them.

The bell rang again.

He should get up and open it. The storm outside was still raging, whoever was out there must be freezing!

It took Logan several tries to get back on his feet and he almost fell again on his first step. He leaned against the wall to keep steady and slowly made his way forwards.

It rang another three times before he made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m coming!” he called out. Taking a deep breath, he let go of the railing and walked the last stretch to the front door.

“Who’s there?” he asked, one hand on the doorknob, ready to let in whoever it was but still wanting to be cautious.

“Darling, it’s freezing out here, let me in, please?”

Logan’s eyes grew wide and he swung open the door as fast as he could.

“Janus?!”

#namiswriting #You're Not Alone #Chapter Two: Home Alone #sanders sides gift exchange 2022 #intruloceit #ts logan #logan sanders #childhood trauma #past child abuse #vivid flashback #derealisation #hurt/comfort #(the story in total not this chapter) #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[ktisherelol]

Finally ~ Ricky Bowen X Reader Pt. 2

Finally ~ Ricky Bowen (Pt. 2)

Summary: Nini finds out about Ricky and Y/n, she asks Y/n about it, but they both end up being cool with it. Later on, Ricky really wants to do things to Y/n, so he does and they end up having a good night 🤤.

Pairing: Ricky X Fem Reader (Change if u want)

Warnings: Strong language, smut.

Tags: None.

Notes: Welp, here's part 2 bc I'm bored lol. 

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The next day at school, I was at my lockers, just getting some stuff, then it got closed by Emma, "Where the fuck were you yesterday? I texted you like 2 billion times, and you didn't even read it." 

"I was..." I looked at Ricky, who was with Red, "Busy." 

"Wait... Did you and Ethan happen?" asked Emma

"Girl, I'm sorry. You were right, Ethan's a dick," I said

"Uh-oh. What happened?" she asked

"He told me he liked me a week before, and I saw him about to fuck a half naked Katelyn," I said 

"Oh, I'm so gonna beat his ass-- Oh... Ethan. What do you want?" asked Emma, I looked behind me to see Ethan, with Jacob and Logan. His "buddies". 

"Hey. Can I talk to Y/n for a minute?" asked Ethan

Emma looked at me. I rolled my eyes, "Just let him do it." 

Ethan smirked, hearing me. Then I heard him say, "Alone..?" 

I turned to him, giving a fake smile, "Whatever you need to tell me, you can tell Emma." 

"Alright... Um. Wanna hang out later today? I can still make it up to you," said Ethan

I looked at Ricky, he turned to me and smiled, but the smile faded once he saw Ethan there, he glared at him. 

"I think I'm good," I said

"You sure? You're missing out big time," said Ethan

"Well, after I saw what a hoe you really are yesterday with Katelyn, I've lost most of my trust for you. Besides, I have a boyfriend," I said

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. I'm not that into you anyway. How about you, Emma? Wanna hang?" asked Ethan

Emma scoffed, "Like I didn't just hear you and my best friend talking, I have a boyfriend too you perv. Piss off." 

"Fine. I've got lots of girls I can get. Not my fault you guys are boring, cya," said Ethan, going away.  

"Finally," I said

I then saw Ricky heading over to me, Big Red wasn't there anymore. 

"Hey, babe," said Ricky, putting an arm around me

"Hey, cutie," I said

Emma dropped her jaw, "You're dating him???" 

"Yeah. Decided maybe we could work out," I said

"You do realize he's been in love with you since like... 5th grade, right?" asked Emma

"Yep, he told me," I said

"Well, Imma leave you guys to it, see ya bestieee," said Emma, and left.  

I then looked at Ricky, he made sure no one was looking first, then slammed me against the lockers and pulled me into a long and sweet kiss, I put my arms around his neck, getting my fingers lost in his curls. He pressed his body against mine as he kissed me, we made out for a little, then we needed to get to class so we pulled away. 

"Ricky, we need to go to class," I said

"Yeah... I have rehearsal as well. I have most my periods off, though," said Ricky

"Yeah, same. What do you do in rehearsal?" I asked

"Well, I joined because someone spread a rumor that you did, but when I saw you weren't there, and it was too late for me to drop out, I just had to stay there," said Ricky

"I could join if you want," I said

His face lit up, "Really?"

"Yes, really!" I smiled

"Yay! Come on, let's get you signed up!" he said, dragging me to the theater room as I laughed. 



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Once we arrived at the theater room, I saw the teacher... Ms. Jenn? I think is her name?

"Ricky! Hi, you made it on time... With a girl," said Ms. Jenn, looking at me

I smiled, and waved. 

"Uh, this is Y/n, she was thinking of joining theater," said Ricky

"Great! Yeah, all the roles are taken for now, but I guess I could make you an understudy? Let me check..." said Ms. Jenn as she checked her papers.

"Oh, no. I think everything is taken, sorry, honey. Would you like to join one of the background characters that just dance and stuff, or would you like to just watch? I could try and get you a part for the next musical," said Ms. Jenn 

"I mean, I think Opening Night is pretty close, so I guess I could just sit and watch," I said

"Okay! Cool, uh, I guess we have new member then. Wait, would you like to be like my assistant helper like Carlos there?" asked Ms. Jenn, asking Carlos to come here. 

"Sure, if it's ok with Carlos," I said

"Yes! I could really use some extra help," he smiled

"Ok, I'll join then," I said

"Great!" Ms. Jenn clapped. 

Then Ricky and Nini did auditions.



Time skip to after auditions bc my lazy ass can’t write that much



“That was pretty good,” I said 

“You think so?” Asked Ricky, I nodded

It was the last period of the day now. And we were by Ricky’s locker. 

“Y/n! Heyy, how are you?” Asked Nini coming up to me. 

“I’m good, how are you?” I asked with a smile

“I’m good. Uhh can we talk for a second?” Asked Nini 

“Sure.” Nini and I went somewhere away from public, “what’s up?”

“Is there something going on with you and Ricky?”

“Yeah. Why?” 

“Oh… Wait, what’s going on?” 

“We’re dating. Is there a problem?” 

“Y/n… Ricky broke my heart. How can you just stab me in the back like that?” 

“W-w-wait. Ricky only told me you guys had a misunderstanding and broke up. I didn’t know he broke your heart. I’m so sorry to hear that!”

“Oh. Well it’s alright. Basically what happened was, I told him I love him, and he couldn’t say it back. He said he loves someone else, and is tired of pretending he doesn’t. He said he only liked me. But obviously that wasn’t enough. I guess he meant you…”

“Yeah… Um, is there something I can do? To cheer you up?” 

“No. It’s fine. Hope you guys are happy,” Nini gave a small smile and left. So I went back to Ricky. 

"What was that about?" asked Ricky

"She asked us why we were spending a lotta time lately... And I told her," I said

"Oh, was she at least fine with it?" asked Ricky

"Uhh, I'll just say she wasn't mad," I said, Ricky nodded. 



Time skip to the last period of the day



Well, school was now out, and Ricky and I were at his place. 

I was stretching my legs, my back facing the pillows, and he was resting his head on my thighs, looking at his phone. 

After a while, I saw him put his phone down, "I'm bored," 

"What do you wanna do?" I asked, looking at my phone

Ricky smirked, "You..." 

"You did that yesterday," I said

"Can't I do it again?" he asked

"I don't know. Maybe," I said, Ricky laid back down on my thigh, this time facing me. 



Ricky's POV

I may or may not have been doing a lot of research on sex and shit. 

Apparently, it helps the girl get wet when you eat her out. From the way they described it, and how I saw her girl area yesterday, gosh im hungry. I'm so hungry. 

I wanna put my head in between her things, and lick her until she can't take it anymore. 

I wanna make her feel so good that she almost rips my hair as she tugs on it. 

"Whatcha thinking?" asked Y/n 

"Something," I said

She put her phone away, "What's that something?" 

I smirked, sitting up, then I got on top of her, and started to kiss her neck. 

She moaned slightly, as her hand found a way into my hair, gosh it felt so good. 



Y/n POV

I felt Ricky getting hard as he kissed my neck. 

"Are we really having it now?" I asked, as I felt him slowly start to grind into me. 

"If you want," he smirked, roaming his hands up and down from under my shirt. 

I smirked and reached into his pants, slowly stroking him. 

He groaned as he continued to kiss my neck, and removed my shirt.  

He took a look at my chest, oh shit-

I forgot-

I wasn't wearing a bra... I came to school with a tank top, which had an inner bra, so I didn't wear one...

"No bra?" he asked

"Nope, the tank top I wore had one," I said

He smirked and placed a kiss on one of my breasts, "I love your chest, but I'm really hungry for what's down there." 



Third Person



Y/n blushed at Ricky's comment, she nodded which caused Ricky to remove her tights. Ricky got Y/n's hand out of his pants, and got his hand into hers instead. 

He rubbed soft circles on her clit before moving them in and out of her, while slowly removing her underwear.  

She moaned at Ricky's touch, as he slowly went down. Removing his hands from her. 

"Push me further into you..." Ricky whispered, Y/n was confused on what he meant by that. 

She looked to see what Ricky was doing, then she felt his tongue on her. 

She tastes sweet, Ricky thought, before licking harder and faster. Making Y/n moan more and more. 

Ricky then started to pull Y/n closer and grip her thighs as she moaned more. 

"Gosh, how do you do that," Y/n moaned, Ricky's tongue was a machine!

Y/n then was close to letting it out, Ricky could tell because of the sounds she was making. 

"Let it out," said Ricky, wondering how it would taste.

After a few seconds, Y/n let go, Ricky wanted to keep going, but he knew that Y/n was tired after all that pleasure. 

Ricky was surprised on how she tasted, he cleaned her up with his mouth and then Y/n cleaned up herself and cuddled with Ricky.

"Did that feel good?" asked Ricky

"It was heaven," said Y/n

"I love you," said Ricky, then he realized what he said, "I-I mean, uh, cool,"

"I love you, too," said Y/n, as she hugged Ricky tighter. Ricky relaxed and they both soon fell asleep.

#hsmtmts #rickybowen #joshbassett #joshuabassett #joshuabassetxreader #joshbassettxreader #rickybowenxreader #rickyxreader #rickybowensmut #joshbassettsmut #joshuabassettsmut #smut #nini salazar roberts #oliviarodrigo #bigred #larry saperstein #18+ #14+

[logarhythm-bees]

To Unearth and Back Again; ⛅Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty Seven | Table of Contents

See ronithesnail's absolutely wonderful art for this story!

Didn't know how I could tell you But you could already tell - I don't need anybody, I'm fine here on my own But if I needed somebody, It'd be you I'd call my own.

-Stella, Cereus Bright

They all joined together on Remus’s tea party, Thomas especially lighting up when he realized that Remus’s green tea biscuits were actually really good, and Roman only spilling a little bit of tea on his brother in compensation for this mess they’d been in. He’d probably still fight him later, but for now, he was satisfied to be around his family again. Growing, and new.

Janus gave him the beginnings of a quiet but earnest apology that did make Roman cry a little bit, and he was quickly surrounded on all sides by his family comforting him, Janus patting his hand tentatively and telling him they’d get to a more thorough apology later.

Later, later. So many things to do later, and yet he felt so unafraid in the face of them now with all he’d been through. He blinked a few happy tears out of his eyes, a warmth flowing through him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

The biscuits made several rounds around the table, the final one being split between Roman and Virgil. Virgil had taken Roman’s hand under the table again, like he’d done yesterday (and wasn’t it strange, how long ago yesterday felt?) and Roman ran his thumb over the nail polish, chipped in spots now from their adventuring and efforts, but still that deep black color that shone purple when it caught the light. A perfect allegory for Virgil, and maybe for their family as a whole–a little messy, a little bit broken, but more than anything it was beautiful, and it was strong–and it was worth it, to heal with it, Roman smiled to himself.

The sun was reaching its evening position in the sky as the last of the tea was being poured into Janus’s mug, and Thomas got up from the table and stretched, drawing the attention of the room. “I’ve gotta go,” Thomas laughed. “It’s been fun going on this quest with you guys, but I miss my bed. And my phone. And a lot of other things too, but you get the jist, right?”

“I think we do,” Roman said, smiling. 

“See ya’ later, yeah?” Thomas grinned, and Roman mirrored it. “See you later.”

Thomas disappeared with a thumbs-up, popping back into his apartment.

Janus was sipping his tea, seeming content to slowly finish drinking it, but the party’s other attendees seemed to have other ideas.

“Well, you two have something you’ve got to get to,” Remus interrupted abruptly, hooking an arm around Logan’s neck and tugging at Patton’s hood with his other hand as he winked unsubtly at Roman. “And we’ve got some dinner to cook! Right? Right? Right!” Remus laughed. “We didn’t have any dinner plans,” Janus started, trying still to finish the rest of his hot tea, but Remus grabbed his capelet over Logan’s back and sank the four of them out.

“Good luck!” Remus yelled, grinning as he disappeared into the floor in a puff of green smoke that flooded the room.

Roman and Virgil coughed as the smoke billowed around the tower, covering the harsh stone walls and pointy turrets out the window. Roman grabbed onto Virgil, holding him close and waving the smoke away, fanning frantically with his hand. Roman was just about to sink them out to go after his brother again when the smoke abruptly cleared, bricks of granite giving way to rolling grass covered in flora, sharp edges turning to soft clouds, and most importantly, the little plastic table fading into a red-and-purple picnic blanket, complete with a picnic basket and wine glasses where the tea biscuits and and mismatched cups and mugs had been. The only hint at all that this had been Remus’s doing were the Venus fly-traps dotted in among the vibrant lilacs and geraniums. 

A picnic, for him and Virgil. It had sounded wonderful, at the start of this. 

Virgil tucked his arm around Roman, smiling up at him cautiously, and Roman laughed.

Now, it sounded perfect.

Roman was about to bow, wave Virgil to the blanket with an “after you!” and open the basket for them, but he remembered fighting back-to-back with Virgil, sword by sword, side by side, as equals, and stopped. Together, then.

He stood up from where he’d already half-bent, instead offering Virgil his arm awkwardly and shooting him a gentle smile. Virgil took his arm, cocking an eyebrow at him, and Roman swallowed the nerves in his throat. This was Virgil, his fighter, his equal, his love. Together, they would be alright.

Roman linked their hands together on top of his own.

“Shall we?” He said, starting towards the blanket, and Virgil came with him.

The blanket was surprisingly soft. Virgil sat on one corner, facing the sun, in the same moment that Roman sat next to him and placed the basket in between.

“Sorry.” Roman said as Virgil opened the basket. Virgil stilled in confusion. “Sorry?” he repeated.

“About…everything that happened.” Roman continued. “I–the day before yesterday, after dinner, I was just thinking, I really wanted to have a picnic with you.” Roman blushed, picking at the threads of the picnic blanket. “So I asked Remus to keep the other three out of the way for yesterday morning. I didn’t realize he’d take that to mean ‘treat us like your personal dnd campaign,’ but in retrospect, I really don’t know what I expected out of my brother.”

Virgil laughed, open and unguarded, and Roman smiled wide, cheeks sore from all the smiling he’d been doing today.

“I dunno what you expected from your brother either, dude.” Virgil snorted, lifting a mug and spoon out of the basket, white ceramic dipped in purple and gold marbling. He handed both of the items to Roman, and Roman removed the fabric wrapped around the top to reveal a double-chocolate mug cake with purple and red sprinkles. “It certainly didn’t turn out so bad though, did it?”

Virgil lifted out of the basket one of his own, the same cake but in a red-white-gold splattered mug this time. Tentative, but not shy, Virgil shifted closer to Roman on the blanket, asking silently for Roman to meet him in the middle–which he did, leaning against Virgil’s shoulder.

“It did turn out rather good,” Roman said, shoving a spoonful of cake into his mouth.

Virgil hummed, poking at the cake as he thought to himself. “Why’d you want a picnic with me?”, Virgil asked after a second, sounding to Roman like he already knew the answer. Roman didn’t mind affirming it either way.

“I like you.” Roman said, blunt as a blade in a brick. “I knew before, but going on this adventure with you has been…really cool.” Roman felt his cheeks go pink, playing absentmindedly with his spoon and twirling it between his fingers. “I just like being with you, like this. I thought it might be like the other three are, before, like…romantically, but I don’t think that’s what it is, really.” Roman shifted closer to Virgil, who did the same. “I just like- I love being by your side, Virgil. I love you, even if I’m not sure exactly how.” Roman fidgeted at his cloak, nervously wondering if it was a good idea to spill his feelings to Virgil like this after all.

“Is that okay?” Roman asked.

“‘Course it is, Princey.” Virgil said. Virgil laced their fingers together, arms intertwined. “We don’t need to know how we’re feeling for it to be valid, look at how I’ve been before.” A quiet clink of metal against ceramic as Virgil sat there fiddling with the spoon and leaning into Roman, who wasn’t sure how to prompt a continuation.

“I love you too, by the way.” Virgil said, sensing his worry. “I thought you might have figured that out already, though.”

“I did,” Roman said, letting out a sigh of relief, “but it’s nice to hear it confirmed, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Virgil agreed. Roman knocked their spoons together, his right hand against Virgil’s left, making Virgil smile as Roman took note of his soft light purple eyeshadow.

“In that case,” Roman asked, rubbing his thumb over Virgil’s in their joined hands, “do you want to be partners? We don’t have to know exactly what that means, but–I think it would be nice, to be. Partners, that is. Maybe we could have a proper day together when we get back.” Roman lifted up their joined hands to swing them back and forth sweetly. “Paint our nails together, or something!”

Leaning closer to Roman, Virgil settled their joined hands between them where their shoulders pressed together. “That sounds great, Roman.”

Roman pulled away to look Virgil in the eyes. “The start may have been kind of a mess, but I’m glad I got to go on this adventure with you.”

Virgil smiled back at him, touching their foreheads with a grin as the glow of the sky and fantasy flowerbeds reflected off of their skin and their mugs and the blades still tucked in their hilts, symbols now of the bond they had forged together as partners.

“Me too, Princey. Me too.”

To unearth, and back again.

#logicaliciet #lomoceit #prinxiety #qpp prinxiety #to unearth and back again #sanders sides #my writing

[justaredheadf1fan]

Literally back at Montmeló this year 😎

Hello there from the sunny/stormy/rainy/cloudy, no-one-knows-what-else Barcelona!

Marina and I are back at the Barcelona-Catalunya Montmeló race track, but unlike last year, we’re now enjoying the view from the first rows of the Main Stands of the track. We thought it best since last year we nearly melted under the 36º sun without any cover on the stands. What we didn’t know is that the Main Stand doesn’t completely cover you from the sun/rain, at least not where we are seating. We might get it right next season 🤣

Anyway, so this time around we’ve come pretty early plus we’ve actually tried our best to see what was going on around the Fan Zone and we’ve seen a couple of drivers talking…. What a fucking delight. Seriously. Despite the blazing sun, the melting heat (I truly thought my skull was disintegrating) and some truly stupid people, the experience was fantastic. I was honestly surprised by some of the drivers, who we didn’t expect at all to be so sweet and nice and 🥰 Others were as we expected, others we obviously ADORED and there was one I didn’t want to see, and luckily we didn’t. I guess that’s all the luck we’re gonna get this weekend.

Lando and Oscar were meh. I didn’t like any of them. I already didn’t, but yesterday solidified my opinion on them. BUT the biggest surprises for me were Alex and Logan, they were like the sweetest guys ever. Alex already gives that vibe although I didn’t quite like him, but Logan really is like the nicest dude. He might not be the best driver, but they both won me over.

Zhou, Valtteri, Nyck and Yuki made the rest of my day. Not so much into Valtteri (nothing against the guy, he’s just there, he’s nice and that’s it), but Zhou, Nyck and Yuki are the CUTEST. God, how could we not!? Adorable. We even saw Toto speaking right before FP2 and man does that guy have a hold on my heart now. He’s hypnotic.

Today we saw more interesting drivers in the morning, starting with our favorite Frenchmen, Estie Bestie and Pierre. People were booing at them even to their faces, which was very annoying since none of them deserved it at all, but many of us tried to make them feel the best we could, and apparently we managed so that was good. We had the Ferrari boys just afterwards and saying that Charles is the cutest and a sweetheart is an understatement. How can I love someone that much? I could eat his face when he smiles. He even tried saying a couple things in Spanish and it was so funny and adorable, and Carlos even played along calling him “icónico”. It was a beautiful thing.

Afterwards came Kevin, Nico and Checo. Yes, only Checo. We manifested, we thought that maybe if he saw how they started treating Esteban and Pierre in the beginning, that he might get a worse treatment than that (and I can confirm he would’ve), so we hoped he wouldn’t show up. Prayers were answered, my friends. Never liked Checo but I have to give it to him that he was fun to watch, making jokes and being super nice. Obviously Kevin and Nico were fantastic. I can’t stress enough how beautiful they’re in person, especially Kevin. It’s insane how gorgeous he looks in person, so ethereal, so unbothered. Absolute winner. They had a very cool moment at the end. Overall, 10/10 would recommend these guys.

Lastly, we had Lewis and George in front of us. Absolute angel, Lewis. The purest heart. The purest smile. Just grateful for all the support. I can’t say anything that’ll do him justice, because there’s not. Nothing’s enough.”

I’m not really gonna comment on the FP sessions because watching all of it live and having the big screens so far away this time (further and also smaller than you’d think, believe me) we haven’t even seen most of the footage and we have missed quite a bit of images and details to be able to comment properly. However, it mostly went smoothly except maybe FP3 since it started raining and poor Logan crashed. He looked defeated afterwards when he came back to the pitlane.

Anyway, so I’ll update tomorrow with a few pictures of the straight in front of the pitlane. We’ll see how it goes 🤞🏻

Peace out!

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[chemically-imbalanced-emo]

Polaris - Soulmate September Day Three

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Relationships: Queerplatonic Analogical, Romantic Dukexiety, Romantic Loceit

Word Count: 1143

Also Available On AO3 !!!

"Seriously, Virgil. I do not understand her odd obsession with hiding my things."

Virgil hummed in acknowledgment, tossing the watch that Polaris had dropped in his lap back to Logan. "I don't know either, dude. She's just playing."

"Well her 'playing' is going to make me late for class."

"Don't be dramatic, L. It's Friday, your class doesn't start for an hour, and you've never missed a class in your life. Even if you were late, one time won't ruin everything."

Frustration aside, Logan smiled as Virgil held his own bracelet above Polaris' head, lifting it slightly higher every time she jumped to grab it.

These moments were nice. These small, domestic moments that proved they were indeed soulmates, amatonormativity be damned.

As he watched Virgil play with the fox, his eyes landed on the crystal hanging from his neck.

"You're wearing rose quartz," Logan noted, teasingly, smiling as Virgil's blush shone through his foundation. "You have a date tonight, don't you?"

"Oh shut it…"

"Nonsense, I'm just curious. Remus isn't it?" He thought back to the week prior, when Virgil had come home at night multiple times only to immediately collapse onto the couch, mumbling about something that Remus had said to him that day.

Virgil rolled his eyes, putting his bracelet back on and pulling Polaris into his lap. "…Yeah."

"I imagine you're just as nervous as ever."

"Actually, I don't think I am," Virgil said,  laughing lightly when Logan looked at him doubtfully.

"Oh? Not that I'm unhappy for you, but that is unusual."

"Yeah well," He shrugged. "Remus isn't a serious person, I don't need to be nervous around him. It's like with you, ya know?"

Logan scoffed. "I absolutely do not know. I am a serious person. All the time. It's a very large part of my personality."

"Oh right, strictly serious Logan. Who was definitely not staring at Janus' tits in the library yesterday."

"I don’t-" He sputtered. "That is extremely unprofessional!"

"So you're saying you weren't staring?" Virgil raised an eyebrow, smirking when he didn't receive an answer. "That’s what I thought. You really just gotta ask him already, dude."

"You are mean, you know that?"

"But you love me~"

Logan didn't answer that either, simply rolling his eyes (and definitely not blushing) and walking into the kitchen. He pulled a glass down from the cabinet, smiling exasperatedly as he heard scratching on the lower cabinets to his left.

He looked down to see Polaris sitting there, her head tilted to the left.

"What?" Logan asked lightly, crouching down to her level. "Care to steal something else from me?"

"She wants a pupcake," Virgil called from the living room. "Patton dropped some stuff off last night, I think they're on top of the fridge."

"Like 2AM, I think. Could you grab me a soda while you're in there?"

"Patton was here last night?" Logan pulled a box down from the fridge, verifying the label before pulling one of the small cakes out, tossing it to the fox that was now jumping at his legs. "I didn't see them, were they here particularly late?"

 

Logan frowned, grabbing the drink anyway. He threw it to Virgil as he sat on the couch next to him. "You really should get more sleep, you know."

"And you should really get some bitches, yet here you are, pining over a philosophy major. Speaking of which actually I need a favour."

"I-" Logan's jaw dropped, his hand pausing where he had been adjusting his glasses. "Why on earth would I help you after that comment?"

''Because you love me, we just talked about this. Now wait here!" Rushing, Virgil stood quickly, running down the hall where Logan heard him go into his room.

Still in shock, Logan looked over at Polaris, who seemed to be laughing. Hiding her face behind her paws as she ducked her head.

"You are never on my side, you know that?" Logan scoffed, rolling his eyes when Polaris jumped up onto the couch and softly hit her head on his arm.

The two sat there for a moment, before a large crash sounded from the hallway. Almost immediately Virgil stumbled back into the living room, obviously struggling to see around the pile of fabric in his arms. To Logan's surprise, he managed to make it around the chair nearest to the hall, dropping the fabric on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Virgil I don't-"

"I know you don't do fashion or whatever but one of us," He pointed to himself exaggeratedly. "Is colourblind, and I have a date so please just tell me which of these shirts goes with the skirt. Be objective or whatever, I don't care."

Logan's eyes flickered down to Virgil's hands, which were now shaking. "I thought you weren't nervous." He said softly.

"I'm not!" Virgil stressed, sighing when Logan looked unconvinced. "Lo I just... I really like him, okay ? And maybe I'll look really stupid and he'll be all 'God why would I wanna be seen with this asshole' and then I'll die or something so please just help me?"

Holding his hands up, Logan stood and walked over to the table. "Alright, I'll help." He shuffled through the pile, looking for a specific top, before pulling out a deep purple halter top. He held it out to the other, speaking quietly as to not overwhelm Virgil any further.

"This one will make your hair look brighter. Wear some extravagant eyeliner with it. You'll look fine, dear."

Virgil ignored the shirt, choosing instead to throw his arms around Logan's shoulders, hiding his face in his chest. "Thanks Logan."

Surprised, Logan slowly hugged him back. "Of course, Vee."

The two pulled back after a moment, and Virgil looked at the clock on the bookshelf across the room. "Oh shit, you gotta go. Here, I'll get your book."

He walked over to the shelf, slowly scanning through the books.

"You know..." Virgil said, "I heard Remus mention super subtly that Janus is gonna be in the library alone tonight."

"And by subtly you mean-"

"You do not want to know what I mean."

Logan hummed. "Understood. Well perhaps I could stop by after class."

"Promise you won't chicken out?"

"I promise I'll do my best."

That seemed to appease Virgil, who smiled and handed Logan his book off the shelf. "Have fun at class, nerd."

Rolling his eyes, Logan moved his hand as to take the book, grabbing Virgil's hand at the last second. "Thank you, dear."

He smirked proudly at Virgil's immediate blush, watching him stutter. At their feet, Polaris looked between the two of them happily.

"Love you... or whatever."

"I love you 'or whatever' too, Virgil."

Virgil breathed deeply, dropping his head down on Logan's shoulder before mumbling.

"You're still a huge coward, though."

"Oh, says you."

#soultember #soulmate september #analogical #loceit #dukexiety #queerplatonic analogical #virgil sanders #logan sanders #ts sanders sides #deceit sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #remus sanders

[mickcedesagenda]

04.03.2023 | BAHRAIN QUALIFYING

I couldn't watch FP3 yesterday and missed almost all of Qualifying live because the power went out, but I was able to watch it on replay :)

Q1

I couldn't believe that a piece of bodywork had blown off Charles' car, and they couldn't even give him an answer.

I'm surprised that Lance was able to get out of Q1 in the final minutes, considering his condition. But he was awesome all the same.

Another one that surprised me was Pierre, because why is Pierre P20 with a damn Alpine?

Curiously, the three rookies were eliminated in Q1. It makes sense, but at the same time, I was hoping that at least one would go into Q2 (Piastri, specifically). Logan was so close. It was bad luck, I guess.

It's a pity that Kevin got knocked out in Q1.

Q2

This was a really interesting Qualifying, compared to last season at least. I like that the competition is closer. I hope the season is full of this.

I have to say, it bothers me so much that Alex didn't make it to Q3. I'm convinced that he genuinely would have done it with enough time.

Lance's pace is impressive, as he has moved into Q3 at the last moment again.

That being said, Lando ended up eliminated (I feel everyone was celebrating haha). McLaren is bad and is a shame for the drivers. It's still interesting that last year they focused a lot on how Daniel was outqualified by Lando, while Lando narrowly missed Q3 this time. I hope it makes them realize that the biggest problem is the car. They need to accept their mistakes in order to improve.

Q3

I don't have much to say about Max, just that he's a beast. 1:29.897? What? Incredible, simply incredible.

I'll admit that I don't really want to see Red Bull dominate because I'm more interested in seeing a fight between two or more teams (The Big 3 + Aston Martin), but the way Max and Checo dominated at the last moment was awesome.

Now Charles. God. 1:30.000 is very impressive, and it wasn't enough. But that's not my problem, my problem is that he had to retire. According to them [Ferrari and Charles], he withdrew to be able to use softs tomorrow, but if it's a strategy, why did Charles react like that when he got out of the car? They say it's not a mechanical problem, but I don't believe them, sorry.

I love Carlos, but his pace has not been the best this weekend, much less in Qualifying. I want to think it's because of a new car that's not at its best, but… P4 is a good place anyway, as long as you're not Carlos Sainz and George Russell is not behind you.

FERNANDO ALONSO WAS INCREDIBLE. I know he got P5, but considering that Aston Martin was struggling and the Alpine was uncooperative last season, P5 seems unbelievable. Fernando was great all weekend and is known to be great at overtaking. Starting further back is no problem for him.

You know what? I don't even want to talk about Mercedes. Which is weird because I always want to talk about Mercedes. They haven't had a good pace in qualifying, even in the first round of the season, and that's worrying. Hopefully, it's just Bahrain, but I'm not expecting much from them anymore.

Lance and Esteban were great. They did really well.

Hulkenberg? In a Haas? In Q3? They deleted his lap time, so he was down to P10, which is still kinda impressive, but oh well.

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