#Got a little writing done today over on Roman so I'm happy!

[chiropterx]

A high-pitched scream is heard along with the clattering of steel as a fenced door wildly slams shut. The sound of jangling metal only intensifies along with the woman's wails as the gigantic bat pounds hard against his confines, wingspan no longer able to spread out wide where the generator she'd been working on resides. The fencing withstands his beating wings, metallic infrastructure whining under the pressure but it proves little match against his jaws, ivory fangs sliding through gaps in the mesh. Metal screeches as loudly as his prey when the powerful muscles of his neck go taut, teeth tearing a bat-sized hole through reinforced chain-link ironically meant to keep trespassers out.

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What's Mine

SUMMARY: After months of secretly seeing each other, you and Tyler find yourselves caught between professional boundaries and personal desires. When a flirtatious rival pushes Tyler's jealousy to the surface, he claims you in a way that leaves no doubt about your relationship status-to you or anyone else.

A/N: sorry that these requests are taking so long! I appreciate everyone's patience as I try to juggle writing with Thank you to the person who sent the request for this one in. This one came from the prompt “I’m not the jealous type, but what’s mine is mine.” I've had this one mostly done for a while (like a week or so) but the scene at the end just wasn't coming together the way I wanted it to. But I think I'm finally happy with the final result. Hope you like it! xx

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. Cursing (I assume, I'm not positive though). Smut (P in V, Unprotected)

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

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If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! Below are the fandoms I currently write for.

Glen Powell: Himself (RPF), Characters He's Played

Twisters: Tyler Owens, Boone, Scott, Javi

Top Gun: Maverick: Rooster, Hangman, Bob

Marvel/MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

WWE/Wrestling: Cody Rhodes, Corey Graves, Damian Priest, Drew McIntyre, Finn Balor, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Kevin Owens, L.A. Knight, Pat McAfee, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins (if there is someone you're thinking of from WWE and they aren't on the list feel free to ask! There are so many guys on the roster that these were the ones that came to mind.)

The bar was alive with energy, the hum of conversation and laughter mixing with the low strains of a country tune from the jukebox. Boone, Dani, Dexter, and Lily were engrossed in a heated pool game, their competitive banter rising above the noise. You and Tyler had claimed a small table near the edge of the room, tucked away just enough to let you watch the chaos unfold.

Tyler sat back in his chair, nursing a Budweiser. His long fingers tapped idly against the glass bottle, his eyes scanning the room with the kind of quiet intensity he always carried. You were close enough to feel his presence, that steady, grounding calm he exuded without even trying. But far enough apart to not draw suspicion from the rest of the team.

Your drink was nearly gone, and you stood, brushing your hand lightly over his shoulder. “I’m getting another. You want one?”

He glanced up at you, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks, darlin’.”

You nodded and made your way toward the bar. It was busy, and a line was forming as people crowded to get the bartender’s attention. You leaned against the counter, letting out a soft sigh as you waited.

“Hell of a storm today, huh?”

The voice came from your right, smooth and friendly. You turned to find a man standing beside you, his elbow resting on the bar. He was tall, with a confident grin and a storm-chaser logo stitched onto his jacket—a rival team.

“Yeah,” you replied, keeping your tone polite but neutral. “Definitely one to remember.”

“Bet you’ve got some good footage from it,” he said, his grin widening as he leaned in slightly. “You’re with Owens’ team, right?”

You nodded, not bothering to hide the pride in your voice. “That’s right.”

“Lucky guy,” he said, his gaze lingering just a little too long. “I mean, you guys have a solid team. And... well, looks like you’re not just good at chasing storms.”

You raised an eyebrow, your smile tight. “Appreciate the compliment.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement—Tyler. He was still at the table, but his body language had shifted. His posture was no longer relaxed; he sat forward slightly, his fingers wrapped tightly around the neck of his beer bottle. His sharp green eyes were locked on you, his expression unreadable but intense.

The man at the bar didn’t seem to notice. He continued, his voice low and smooth. “If you ever get tired of running with Owens, maybe you should give our team a shot. We’ve always got room for someone like you.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Thanks but I’ll pass. I’m pretty happy where I am.”

The man didn’t back off, his grin turning slightly smug. “Well, if you ever change your mind—or just feel like grabbing a drink sometime—”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you cut him off firmly, turning back to the bar as the bartender handed you your drink.

You glanced over your shoulder toward Tyler. He was still watching, his jaw tight, the muscle ticking in his cheek. His eyes flicked briefly to the man beside you before returning to yours. There was no mistaking the tension radiating from him.

You gave the man a polite nod before stepping away, leaving him at the bar as you made your way back to Tyler.

As you approached, Tyler’s gaze never left you. He set his beer down, his fingers drumming once against the table before he stood.

“Everything good?” he asked, his voice casual, but there was an edge to it—a quiet undertone that only you would catch.

“Fine,” you replied with a small smile, though you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged, his expression neutral, but his eyes gave him away. “No reason.”

You took a sip of your drink, watching him over the rim of the glass. His attention briefly flicked past you, toward the bar where the man still lingered. Tyler’s jaw tightened again, and he looked back at you, his gaze steady.

You raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to smile. “You sure? Because you look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Tyler didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against your lower back as he leaned in. “Let’s dance,” he said, his voice low and firm.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Dance?”

“Yeah,” he said, already guiding you toward the dance floor. His hand stayed on your back, the contact warm and steady as he maneuvered you through the crowd.

The dance floor was dimly lit, strings of lights crisscrossing overhead and casting a warm glow over the couples swaying to the music. The song was slow and soft, a welcome contrast to the energy of the bar. Tyler stopped just at the edge of the dance floor, turning to face you.

“Here?” you asked, feigning nonchalance even as your heart gave a little leap at the intent in his eyes.

“Here,” he confirmed, sliding his hands to your waist.

He pulled you closer, the motion smooth and confident, and suddenly the crowded bar felt a lot smaller. You placed your hands on his shoulders, your fingers brushing against the soft, worn fabric of his flannel. The scent of him—faint cologne, beer, and the outdoors—wrapped around you, grounding you in the moment.

The two of you moved together, the rhythm of the song dictating the slow, deliberate steps. Tyler’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, his thumb brushing against the hem of your shirt where it met your skin. His other hand rested lightly on your back, keeping you pressed against him.

But there was something in the way he held you tonight—something different. His movements were just a little firmer, his grip a little more possessive. You felt it in the tension radiating from him, in the way his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“You’re tense,” you teased, tilting your head to study him.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice a little too even, his expression unreadable.

Your lips quirked into a small smile. “You sure? Because you’ve been glaring at the bar like it owes you money.”

That earned a soft huff of laughter from him, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, his gaze flicked past you, just for a moment. Curious, you glanced over your shoulder and spotted the storm chaser from earlier still lingering at the bar, his eyes darting toward you and Tyler on the dance floor. When you turned back to Tyler, his jaw was tight again, his green eyes darker than usual.

“Oh my God,” you said, the realization dawning. A grin spread across your face. “You’re jealous.”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. “No, I’m not.”

“You so are,” you teased, leaning in just a little closer. “You’ve been staring him down ever since I got back.”

Tyler’s hand on your waist slid a fraction higher, pulling you tighter against him. His voice dropped, low and rough. “I’m not the jealous type,” he said, his eyes locking on yours, “but what’s mine is mine. And I didn’t like how he was looking at what’s mine.”

Your breath caught at the intensity in his tone, but you weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily. “What’s yours?” you asked, your voice light but laced with challenge. "Not sure I know what you mean."

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand slid up your back, his other hand combing up and his thumb brushing along your jawline. The touch was intimate, deliberate. “You know exactly what I mean,” he murmured, his voice just loud enough for you to hear.

You smiled, though your heart was pounding. “Do I? Because last I checked, there’s no label on this... whatever this is. We’re just keeping things casual, remember?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of amusement breaking through his tension. “You’re pushing your luck.”

“Am I?” you countered, tilting your head as if to test him. “Because I’m thinking maybe I’ll let him buy me my next drink. He seemed nice. Even offered to let me ride with him if I want.”

Tyler’s grip on you tightened, his jaw clenching visibly. “You better watch that mouth of yours,” he warned, his voice low and steady, “before it gets you into trouble.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. Leaning in closer, you let your hand rest on his chest, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his flannel. The touch was casual enough to appear innocent, but the way his eyes darkened told you he didn’t take it that way.

“What kind of trouble?” you asked softly, your voice teasing but edged with genuine curiosity.

Tyler’s lips twitched into a small, almost dangerous smile. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “If you keep running that little mouth of yours,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “I’m gonna take you against the nearest surface I can find. And trust me, darlin’, I’ll make sure everyone—including him—knows exactly who you belong to. So unless you want us both taking a ride for indecent exposure tonight, I'd suggest you knock it off.”

A shiver ran down your spine, his words leaving you momentarily speechless. Before you could recover, the song shifted, transitioning into a faster tempo. Tyler pulled back, the satisfied glint in his eyes unmistakable as he saw the look on your face.

He grinned, spinning you out in a smooth twirl under his arm before pulling you back against him. His confidence was infuriatingly attractive, and you couldn’t help but smile despite yourself.

And then, without warning, he dipped you low, his hand steady at your back as he leaned in and kissed you. The kiss was firm and unapologetic, a silent claim that left no room for doubt to anyone looking.

When he pulled back, his hand still cradling your back, you blinked up at him, your breath uneven. His gaze softened slightly, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“So,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less firm. “Are you done being a brat, or do I need to make things even more official?”

You laughed softly, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck. “I don’t know,” you teased, still catching your breath. “I kind of like seeing you jealous.”

Tyler’s hand stayed firmly on your back as he guided you off the dance floor, weaving through the clusters of people. You were still reeling from the kiss—your lips tingling, your heart racing. His confidence had left you breathless, but there was also something grounding about his presence, his solid grip on you as though letting go wasn’t an option.

As you reached your table at the edge of the bar, Tyler pulled you into a quieter corner where the music softened to background noise. His hand lingered on your waist, his thumb brushing idly over your hip as if staking his claim.

“Subtle,” you teased, leaning against the wall. “You think that was enough for him to get the message?”

Tyler’s lips twitched into a small smirk, his green eyes glittering with amusement. “Don't care. I wasn’t doing it for him,” he said, his tone low and deliberate.

For a moment, you forgot the noise of the bar, the crowd, and even the guy who had been flirting with you earlier. All you could focus on was Tyler—his steady gaze, the way his hand still rested on your hip, and the unspoken promise in the way he stood so close to you.

“So, what was that all about then?” you asked, tilting your head, your voice softer now.

Tyler leaned in slightly, his free hand bracing against the wall beside your head. The proximity was intoxicating, his warmth seeping into your skin.

“I told you,” he murmured. “What’s mine is mine. I don’t care who knows it.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words, but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook just yet. “But we're still not official, though,” you pointed out, your tone teasing.

Tyler exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You really don’t let up, do you?”

“Not when I want something,” you shot back, your eyes glinting with challenge.

Tyler pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his hand resting on the side of your face as he caressed your jaw. “You want official? Fine,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk, but his eyes held something more—something tender.

Tyler leaned in, his forehead brushing yours as he lowered his voice to a near whisper. “Call me whatever you want—boyfriend, lover, or just Tyler—but as long as you call me yours, that’s all I care about.” His thumb traced the line of your lips, and the weight of his words settled around you like a promise.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, fierce and tender all at once. He kissed you slowly, his mouth lingering over yours, as if sealing the words he’d just spoken with a kiss that spoke louder than anything else. His hand cradled your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

Tyler’s lips pulled away from yours, but his forehead stayed pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes, that mischievous spark returning to his gaze. He traced his thumb gently over your cheek, as though savoring the moment.

“So,” he said, a teasing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, “was that official enough for you, or are you gonna make me actually say it?”

You tilted your head, matching his grin, letting your fingers lightly graze the back of his neck as you gave him a playful challenge. “I think I kind of want to hear you say it,” you teased, your voice soft but laced with amusement.

Tyler sighed dramatically, his eyes rolling with mock exasperation, but it was clear he was enjoying this little moment just as much as you were. He leaned back slightly, a chuckle escaping him as he gave you a mock-serious look.

“Darlin’,” he began, his voice dripping with affection and a touch of humor. “Will you please be my girlfriend?”

You burst into laughter, the sound light and carefree, as Tyler grinned at you, clearly pleased with himself. His hands found your waist again, pulling you closer as his lips quirked upward.

“See?” he teased, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. “I sounded ridiculous, didn't I?”

You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of the moment settle in. "I don't know...I kind of liked it,” you replied, a hint of sweetness in your voice. “Thank you. I know you probably think it was stupid, but it was nice to hear.”

Tyler leaned in, brushing his lips over your forehead in a soft, affectionate kiss. “Darlin', I'll do whatever makes you happy. If that means saying it, then I'm happy to do it,” he murmured, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer again.

Your chest tightened at the honesty in his tone, and for a moment, all the teasing and banter fell away. This was real—so much more real than you’d expected it to be when the two of you started this quiet, undefined thing.

The moment hung between you, charged and intimate, until the sound of laughter from your team broke the spell. You glanced over Tyler’s shoulder to see Dani and Boone watching you from the pool table, their expressions ranging from amused to downright smug.

“Looks like the cat’s out of the bag,” you said, your lips quirking into a small smile.

Tyler turned to follow your gaze, his hand dropping back to your waist. “Good,” he said simply. Then, louder, so the rest of the team could hear, he added, “Yeah, we’re together. Anyone got a problem with that?”

The table erupted into laughter and a chorus of good-natured teasing, but no one seemed surprised. Dani shot you a knowing look, and Boone raised his beer in a mock toast.

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you turned back to Tyler. “You're as subtle as a freight train,” you teased.

He grinned, leaning down to brush a kiss against your temple. “You love it,” he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

And he was right—you did.

As the night eased into a comfortable rhythm, the initial teasing about you and Tyler began to fade—well, mostly. The team had always been a tight-knit group, and now that the two of you were officially “out,” it seemed like fair game for them to poke fun.

Dani was the first to pounce, sidling up to your table after winning yet another round of pool. She leaned her cue against the wall and smirked. “So, is this why you always rode shotgun with Tyler on every drive?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows.

Boone joined in, raising his beer. “Oh, I get it now. ‘I’ll navigate.’ ‘I’m the best with maps.’ Sure, that’s why,” he said, making exaggerated air quotes.

Your face burned, but you couldn’t help laughing. “I am good with maps,” you said defensively, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

Dexter, usually the quiet one, chimed in with a rare grin. “Guess that explains all the ‘extra stops’ you two needed on those long drives. Thought it was weird how often you needed coffee breaks.”

You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. “Oh my god, you guys are impossible.”

Tyler, on the other hand, was taking it all in stride. He leaned back in his chair, his arm draped casually around your shoulders, the very picture of smug confidence. “Jealousy’s a bad look on y’all,” he said, his lips twitching into a smirk.

Dani rolled her eyes. “Please. We’re not jealous. Just annoyed it took you this long to admit what we all already knew.”

Boone nodded in agreement. “Seriously, the way you two looked at each other—like a damn Nicholas Sparks movie. We were just waiting for the dramatic kiss in the rain.”

Tyler grinned, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting.”

You shot him a look, though you couldn’t hide your own smile. “Interesting is one word for it,” you muttered, leaning into his side despite yourself.

As the team’s attention shifted back to their game, you stole a moment to glance up at Tyler. His green eyes met yours, and for a second, the noise of the bar faded away. He gave you a small, almost private smile, the kind that made your heart skip a beat.

When it was finally time to call it a night, the group began gathering their things. Dani slung her bag over her shoulder and paused by the door, looking back at the two of you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Hey, lovebirds,” she called out, her voice carrying over the music. “Try to keep it down tonight, okay? Some of us would like to actually get some sleep for once.”

Your cheeks went bright red as the rest of the team burst into laughter. “Dani!” you protested, your voice high with embarrassment as you hid your face in Tyler’s shoulder.

Tyler, however, was completely unfazed. In fact, he looked downright pleased with himself. He tightened his arm around you, giving the group a lazy grin. “No promises,” he said, his tone teasing but dripping with that cocky charm you both loved and hated.

The laughter grew louder as you groaned again, playfully smacking his chest. With his arm still wrapped around you, Tyler guided you out of the bar, his hand resting securely on your hip as you stepped into the cool night air. The laughter and teasing from your teammates still echoed in your ears, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

“Think they’ll ever let us live this down?” you asked, glancing up at him.

Tyler chuckled, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Not a chance,” he said, pulling you closer. “But as long as I’ve got you, I don’t really care.”

You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked toward his truck.

The drive back to the motel was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional murmur of a country station playing on the radio. Tyler had one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on your knee, his thumb idly brushing over the fabric of your jeans. Every so often, he’d glance over at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth like he couldn’t help himself.

But your mind was racing, and as much as you wanted to let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, you couldn’t shake the doubt creeping in. Was what happened back at the bar real, or was it just Tyler getting caught up in the moment?

When you pulled into the motel parking lot, the tension was still simmering beneath your skin. Tyler parked the truck, turned off the engine, and hopped out, coming around to open your door like he always did. You followed him up the stairs to your room, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, you turned to face him. “So…” you started, your voice careful, testing the waters.

Tyler paused, halfway through pulling his flannel shirt off. He tilted his head at you, a playful smirk teasing his lips. “So?” he repeated, his tone light.

You crossed your arms, shifting on your feet. “What happened back there… at the bar,” you said, avoiding his gaze. “Was that real? Or are you gonna wake up tomorrow and tell the team it was all some big joke? Just you messing around for some laughs?”

The question hung in the air, and for a moment, you regretted saying anything. But then Tyler stepped closer, his flannel discarded on the back of a chair, leaving him in just his plain white t-shirt that clung to his frame in all the right ways.

“Darlin’,” he said softly, his voice steady, “do I look like I’m joking to you?”

You glanced up at him, searching his face for any hint of hesitation. But all you saw was certainty.

“I meant every word I said tonight,” Tyler continued, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you a step closer. “You’re mine. And I don’t care who knows it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his voice. “But… you said we needed to keep things low-key,” you reminded him, though your voice wavered.

“That was before,” he said simply, his thumb brushing along your side. “Before I realized how much I hated watchin’ someone else try to take what’s mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill down your spine, but it was the tenderness in his eyes that made you melt.

“Tyler…” you whispered, but whatever you were going to say next was lost as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It started slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. But as you kissed him back, threading your fingers through his hair, it deepened, his grip on your waist tightening as if he couldn’t get close enough.

Tyler walked you backward until your legs hit the edge of the bed. His hands were everywhere—your waist, your hips, the curve of your jaw—each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his forehead resting against yours.

“Does that feel like I’m jokin’?” he murmured, his voice rough and low.

You shook your head, your fingers still tangled in his hair. “No,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

He grinned, that familiar cocky charm flashing through for just a second. “Good,” he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

The kiss deepened as Tyler pressed you back onto the bed, his hands trailing down your sides with a possessiveness that sent shivers through you. His touch wasn’t rushed—no, Tyler Owens was deliberate, savoring every moment as though he had all the time in the world to prove his point.

When he pulled back, his lips were swollen, his hair slightly mussed from your fingers. The sight of him like this—raw, unguarded—made your heart race. He sat back on his knees, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it up and then peeled it up over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands roamed your bare skin, his touch warm and grounding, but his eyes were what made you feel like you were the only person in the world.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice roughened by desire. His thumb traced along the edge of your bra, just barely brushing your skin. “All mine.”

His words sent heat coursing through you, and you couldn’t help but arch into his touch. Tyler leaned down, his lips brushing the column of your throat.

“Every inch of you,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin, “belongs to me.”

He kissed his way down, his lips teasing, his hands skillfully finding the clasp of your bra and unhooking it with ease. As he slid the straps from your shoulders, his gaze was reverent, almost awed.

“My girl,” he said, his voice low. His hands moved to your waist again, hooking into the band of your jeans.

As the cool air hit your skin, you bit your lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape. Tyler noticed immediately, his sharp gaze flicking up to meet yours. His head tilted slightly, and his lips curled into a smirk that sent a wave of both heat and embarrassment through you.

“None of that,” he said, his voice firm but teasing. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, coaxing it free from your teeth. “They all know now, sweetheart. No need to hide.”

Your eyes widened, and you gave him a look that was part incredulous, part exasperated. “Tyler, we can’t …what if we get a noise complaint!”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich as his hands slid down to rest on your hips, his thumbs tracing slow, maddening circles.

“I don’t care about a noise complaint,” he said, leaning down until his lips were barely an inch from yours. “The team knows. Hell, everyone at the bar knows. But now…” His smirk widened, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Now it’s time every chaser in this motel knows who you belong to.”

“Tyler,” you started, but before you could get another word out, his mouth was on yours again, silencing your protest. His kiss was commanding, his hands sliding over your body in a way that left no room for doubt about his intentions. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing with something primal.

“Now,” he said, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your flushed skin. “Who do you belong to?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, he shifted, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear. His tongue flicked against your skin, and the combination of his touch and his words sent a bolt of pleasure straight through you.

“Tyler,” you moaned, his name spilling from your lips before you could stop yourself.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, that infuriatingly smug smirk firmly in place. “That’s right, baby,” he said, his voice like a low growl. “Say it again.”

You glared at him, your face heating with both embarrassment and arousal, but the challenge in his eyes only spurred you on. “You,” you said breathlessly, your voice trembling with need. “I belong to you.”

His grin softened slightly, turning into something warmer, something that made your chest ache. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, and when he pulled back, his hand slid to the small of your back, holding you close.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and the possessiveness in his voice was tempered by an unmistakable tenderness.

As he kissed you again, deeper this time, your earlier doubts and insecurities melted away. Tyler wasn’t just claiming you—he was showing you, in every touch and every word, that he meant it.

Tyler’s hands moved over your body with a slow reverence, his touch igniting sparks wherever his fingertips lingered. The playful smirk that had been on his face earlier softened into something else—something deeper. His eyes locked on yours, his gaze steady and intense as if he wanted to commit every detail of this moment to memory.

He finished undressing you as he slid your panties agonizingly slow down your legs, letting them fall away as his hands brushed your hips. The air felt charged like you were both standing on the edge of something bigger than either of you could name.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky but carrying a weight of sincerity that made your chest tighten.

Your hand found its way to his face, fingers brushing the sharp line of his jaw. “Tyler…” you whispered, but you couldn’t find the words to finish. The look in his eyes—unwavering and full of something unspoken—was undoing you.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, and then the tip of your nose. Each kiss felt like a promise, slow and deliberate. His hands framed your face as he kissed you fully again, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that took your breath away.

He shifted, guiding your body beneath his as he shed the last of his clothing, his movements unhurried but purposeful. The heat of his skin against yours was electric, but it was the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—that had your heart pounding.

Tyler paused for a moment, his weight braced above you, his forehead resting against yours. His hand brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. 

“I need you to know,” he said, his voice low but steady. “This isn’t just…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “This isn’t just about wanting to fuck you. It’s more than that.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the raw vulnerability in them wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss, your lips conveying everything you couldn’t put into words.

When he finally started to push inside you, the moment felt like time had stopped. His movements were slow, measured, as if he were afraid of rushing it. This wasn’t like the other times you’d been with Tyler before. Every time before had felt like it was just physical. Practically ripping clothes off of each other and hot and heated kisses him getting inside of you as fast as he could.

But this time…this time his touches were just a little softer. His kisses were just a little deeper. And the way he was holding you, like he was cherishing you made you swoon.

As he moved with you, his hands roamed your body. He murmured your name like a prayer, each syllable dripping with affection. And when your hand gripped his shoulder, your nails digging slightly into his skin, he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips lingering as if he couldn’t bear to pull away.

You couldn’t stop the small sounds that escaped your lips, your body responding to his in ways that felt like second nature. But it wasn’t just physical—there was something so much deeper in the way he held you, the way his hand laced with yours, fingers intertwining as though he needed to feel connected to every part of you.

It wasn’t long before the tension building between you both crested, your body trembling in his arms as your climax washed over you. Tyler held you close, whispering soothing words in your ear. When he followed moments later, his face buried in the crook of your neck, the quiet groan that escaped his lips sent another shiver down your spine.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your breathing the only sound in the room. Tyler finally shifted, rolling to his side but pulling you with him so that you stayed nestled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as though letting go was not an option.

He pressed a kiss to your hair, his lips lingering there as he murmured, “I meant it, you know. You’re mine.”

You looked up at him, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “And you’re mine,” you said softly, the words feeling like a vow.

His lips curved into a soft smile, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your back. “Damn right, I am.”

As you lay there, tangled together in the quiet aftermath, the weight of the moment settled over you. This wasn’t just another night, another stolen moment of passion. This was the start of something new—something real.

And as Tyler held you close, his breathing evening out as sleep began to claim him, you couldn’t help but think that for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly as it should.

[keeztickles]

•The Creative Lers Strike•

TW! Remus and Janus!

Ler!Roman, Ler!Remus, Ler!Logan for 2 seconds, Lee!Logan, Lee!Virgil, Lee!Patton, Lee!Janus/Deceit

Remus and Roman were both in Ler moods, and unlike anything they usually do, these two work together when it comes to tickling the shit out of the other sides. Get ready to die a million times from these little shits!

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SMASH SMASH SMASH! "Guess who's hereeeee!" That was simply Remus with a tambourine, which he immediately threw to the ground.

"Remus! It seems the tickle tickle lers are out to play!" Roman's excitement could be seen from the moon and farther, maybe pluto saw the ler boi!

"Reeeeeeally now? I hadn't noticed!" Remus faked surprise, giggling immensely as he watched the other sides.

"Look at all those lees scattering, what do you wanna do about that?" Roman pointed out the scattering sides who were realizing what was about to happen to them.

"Who shall we attack first, dear brother?" Remus asked, crossing his arms, though the question was useless, as only one side was even in the room anymore.

~Virgil Segment!~

"Well despite being Fight or Flight, Virgie doesn't seem to be flighting." The twins simply jogged over to the emo who seemed to "accidentally" fall on the floor in his efforts to escape. Roman and Remus easily pinned him down.

"Another lee mood? Didn't I stomp that out yesterday?" Remus asked, one of his fingernails gently trailed down Virgil's stomach, making it start to spaz with trapped laughter. "Clearly our power combined makes all the giggly lees appear!" Roman deducted, he summoned a paint brush, and went after Virgil's ticklish neck.

They currently weren't planning on murdering him with tickles all day, they had 3 other little lees to catch, and all three of them were very good at pretending to be lers when they we truly very giggly lees! So the future is scarily exciting for the two creative twins!

Virgil continued his attempts to not let out any laugher, but his breaths got increasingly panicky as Remus's gentle fingers inched closer and closer to the current giggly sides belly button.

"The walker walks around the hole! Wondering how it came, he goes to the edge.."

"Remus NO!"

"And checks it out..."

"R-REEMUS-"

"aND FALLS ONCE IT CAME!" Remus digged both of of his hands into Virgil's mystical belly button, while Roman's fingers trailed everywhere else, his neck, his stomach and sides, his thighs and feet, the two princes were having a ride, leaving verbal teases all over the air for the very laughable emo.

Though the teases were also excruciatingly flustering, since these cute twins were very creative! We love some unstoppable tickly twins!

"Look Virgil! Are you seeing how much your tummy is jumping? You must be loving this!" Remus cooed, watching the emo's stomach.

"Virgil! I've forgotten how much you loved being tickled! Especially on your cute little thighssss!" Roman cooed, delighted to find out that Virgil' blushy face became even more flustered.

"Tickle Tickle Tickle Virgieeee!" The two lers happily cooed as they smirked down at the laughing lee, who was getting closer and closer to his breaking point.

Roman looked to Remus, and they both nodded, completely stopping their attacks, they went to each side of Virgil's stomach, keeping their smirk up. "And now, for our final act.."

Virgil, in his out of breath state, tensed up, watching the boys with a large grin on his face. The two leaned down at the same time, creating a raspberry on both sides of his stomach, making the boy in question laugh like hell.

"AHAHOHHOHOHOSHIHIHIHITFUHUHCKKYOUGUHUHUHYS" Virgil basically screamed out a bunch of cursed, before finally reaching his limit. "SANDERSS!"

Remus and Roman immediately pulled away, rubbed away the excess ticklee feelings, and summoned a bottle of water for the now very exhausted boy. "You go start up frozen two! We gotta go catch 3 other cuties!" Roman affectionately left a kiss on Virgil's forehead, as Remus gently picked Virgil up, and left him on the couch.

~Patton Segment!~

The twins left the room, going to where they saw the other sides run off too. "Who's ready to be tickled! You can't run from it cuties!" They continued to sing teases as they searched for a few more minutes, finally, they heard a little giggle, which they immediately froze by.

"..That sounds like a Patton!"

"Absolutely, Padreeee! Come out and play! We'll find you soon anyway cutie!" Remus was completely joking, but Patton came out of the cupboard, completely red faced, he grinned softly, immediately raising his hands above his head.

"Awww! Do you want the tickles? I think he wants the tickles Remus!" Roman quickly went over to the boy, gently rubbing the father fingers neck with the tips of his fingers, making him let out soft giggles.

"Absolutelyyyy!" Remus wasted no time, immediately digging his fingers into Patton's thighs. Making Patton squeal loudly and fall into happy and giddy laughter, Patton immediately pulled himself to the floor, feeling his legs become shaky.

Roman chuckled softly as he quickly took the liberty of tickling Patton's neck and ribs, making the boy squeal in very ticklish delight. "ROOOHOHOHOHO!" Roman titled his head, giving Patton a silly face. "Whaaaaaat? I'm simply giving you what you clearly asked for! The tickly tickly tickles!" Roman cooed, leaving a small raspberry on Patton's neck, which made Patton into a happy snorting mess.

"Squeezy Squeezy! Squeezeeeeeee!" Remus happily sang, dancing slightly as he continued his attack on Patton's legs. "Dance your legs for me you pretty leee!" Remus smirked, gesturing to the kicking legs he was currently tickling the heck out of.

"Sanders!" Patton squeaked out, which the best beans immediately stopped their playful attack, retrieving water for the bean. He wanted soft tickles today, and that's what he got!

"You okay padre?" Roman gently asked, rubbing his back and happily helping him to sit up. "Yee! Thank you cuties for this experience." Patton giggled softly before taking a sip of his water. "Of course Patty!" Remus exclaimed, leaving a gentle kiss on Patton's forehead.

"Now, go join Virgil in watching frozen."

"On it!" Patton giggled, before jumping up and going into the living room.

The boys happily went deeper into the castle, knowing their next threat wouldn't be so easy to conquer. Remus had his slimy tentacles on standby, just in case they came into contact with 6 gloved hands.

But perhaps those tentacles were needed sooner then the duke thought.

~Logan Segment!~

Suddenly, the boys stepped into a room and were immediately caught in a trap, fully spread in the middle of the room, they yelped loudly, scanning around for Janus and sighing in relief when it was only Logan.

"My apologies, my dear twins, but you two are on a particular rampage that must be stopped." The teacher stood in between the two of them with a collection of items commonly used for tickling, Roman gulped.

"Logie you've been in a lee mood all week! I've literally seen you without shoes! That's a rarity bud!" Remus retorted, smirking as he saw Logan's face turn into a red tomato.

"Whatever sensitive feelings I obtained this week are currently meaningless, you two need to be dealt with." Logan stated simply, pulling up Roman's shirt, smirking at the trapped boy. "L-Logan! We can talk about th-THIS!"

Roman squeaked loudly, falling into happy and giddy laughter, quickly attempting to escape the bonds and attempted to protest in attempt in trying to keep his ler mood up, he knew Remus would save them. He just wondered if he was such a little shit that Remus would choose to save them after Logan was done with Roman.

"Awww, look at you now princey! Giggling up a very cute storm! If Virgil and Pat-" Logan squeaked as his hands were pulled away from Roman by some slimy tentacles, and was pushed to the floor.

"Y-You saved me?!" Roman let out a deep breath and looked at his brother in wonder, who was currently being untied by a tentacle. Remus rolled his eyes, rubbing his wrists after being untied. "Ro, this is our day, im not letting some bitchass nerd tickle you to death! Now! Let's tickle a little lee!"

Roman nodded, letting himself get out of the small lee mood he put himself in, and smirked as he felt his ler mood arrive back in full force. He gave the tentacle a small pat and dove to Logan's body, who Remus was already leaving very furious tickles on the teachers bare sides.

"Hi, bitch!" Roman affectionately cooed, kissing the laughing sides cheek before crawling down to Logan's feet, smirking as he summoned a feather. "So you decided you were gonna try to split us up, yes? Fat chance for that Logie! When together, the creative twins are absolutely unstoppable!" Roman cheered, giving a high five to his brother.

Roman leaned down, gently wiggling a feather on the ball of Logan's feet. He chuckled softly as he immediately heard a loud squeal of laughter followed by a very pleading nerd.

"Roman, R-Roman please don't, Roman im sorry!r-ROMAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHHAHAN!" The nerd squealed loudly, making both boys giggle softly. "Logie! I'm not even touching your toes! And yet your still screeching like a wounded animal!" Roman pointed out. "You must be reaaaaaaally ticklish Logie!"

"I'm nohohohohohohohohohohohot!" Logan squeals out, thrashing in an attempt to get the tentacle off of him, though to be noted, the tentacle, was able to be easily removed, Logan was clearly failing on purpose.

"Oh? You aren't? Then why is the usually stoic Logic laughing so much? you wouldn't mind if I tickled the tips of your feet then!" Logan's eyes widened in an instant before pleading as Roman took his hand away from the balls of his feet.

"Wait, roman please don't, I will do your laundry for a week, I won't criticise your writing, I will do the dishes without complaint, roMAN!" Roman glanced up at Remus, who had stopped his own actions and was just letting Roman have his own revenge, aw.

He smirked, and quickly started rapidly scratching Logan's toes, and the padded part of the foot, humming softly as the nerd under Roman went absolutely ballistic.

"SHITTTTTIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!" The male screamed, giggling and laughing madly as he basically pleaded for his life. "PLEAHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEESEEEUEHE!" Along with a favorite of Romans, "FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHCK YOHOHOHOHOHOHOYOUOHUE!"

Truly, Logan was having an amazing time today, but sadly, all giggly men must have to end at some point! Logan endured a few more seconds of his favorite torture, before he practically screamed.

"SANDERS!" Logan called and Roman immediately stopped, and the tentacle disappeared, Logan happily took the water he was given, giggling happily from after giggles. "Thahahank you!"

"Of course you ticklish little cutie, go join Patton and Virgil, alright?" Logan nodded, and both the brothers stood up, glancing at each other. "Thank you guys!" The twins giggled and gave a loving nod before the nerd left.

"You know what comes next, right?"

"He's had all this time to prepare, why didn't we go for him first?

"Because Virgil is cute!"

"True-"

[Janus segment!]

"-Boys, Boys, Boys, I believe it's time for you two to lay down and submit defeat, or else I shall personally show you how." Janus walked into the room, all 6 of his hands were out, and on show.

The twins spun around, immediately getting into defensive positions of both defensive and offensive.

"Janus! It is not us who shall be submitting ourselves to the tickle attacks today! It shall be you!" Roman made a grand gesture to hide his nervous insides.

"I'm afraid not, Roman, I have a few tricks up my sleeves, because you two are a mighty force for all tickling kind, if you truly wished to absolutely wreck someone, you could, you both are the creative people here, you could summon anything with a blink of an eye." Janus explained, stepping closer to the mighty twins.

"So with that said.." Janus clicked his fingers, and suddenly the twins didn't seem to have powers anymore. "Let's make this an even fight, shall we dearies?" Janus smirked at the boys, wiggling all the gloved fingers.

The twins turned to each other and gulped, but Remus smirked, pulling a button out of his pocket, he did plan for Janus and his mischievous tricks!

"Sorry Jan, but we are the creative twins, we have plans for your plans!" Remus giggles, tapping the button and immediately all 6 arms were trapped, as well as suddenly the twins had their powers back. "Thanks Logan!"

Janus immediately attempted to get out of the restraints, trying his hardest. "Now boys, let's think about this!" Remus rolled his eyes, summoning two small tentacles and placed them in one of the sets of armpits, Remus placed them in the least sensitive part so that the only thing that emerged from the now swirling tentacles was soft giggles and snorts.

Roman viewed the tied up snek man, and giggled slightly, placing a individually mobile feather on one of his scaley melt spots, before happily tickling both of his individual arm pits with scratches and pokes. "Aww Janus! You are so adorableeeee!" Roman cooed the the tied up loud snek man.

"You are way too soft with him, he can take it, trust me, I've lived with the bitch for 20+ years!" Remus grins and starts to mercilessly tickle the armpits he was given, grinning madly when Janus's squeals go up and octave or three.

Roman watches Remus and nods, copying his brothers actions along with his own spark of genuine roman love.

"BOYOHOHOGOHOHOHOHOHOYSSSSSS!" Janus calls in an attempt to plead for his freedom.

"No can do Jan!"

"You wanted to try to destroy us! We ain't letting that happen!"

"Never! Tickle tickle tickle Jannnn!"

"Aw he isn't even fighting back anymore!"

"That's absolutely adorable."

"SANDERS!"

Immediately, the binds were down, the tentacles and feathers were gone, and immediate cuddles and water were given to the giggly side.

"You did amazing."

"Better then usual!"

"Remus!"

"Whaaaat?"

"Dude!"

"Anyway, lets go give the boys a lovely night of frozen, shall we?"

"Yessss!"

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The two twins waddled into the living room, letting a small gigle out at seeing all the tuckered out lees.

"We will get you tomorrow."

"Sureeeeee, keep telling yourself that Virge!"

------------------End~

Oh boy, this is a long ass fic, I hope y'all like it-? Thank you for reading, pls reblog and like if u like it, thank u, I am new to the community, and im tryna be a nice human!

Keez~

[pippa-frost]

Hi! OMG just arrived on this blog and has all the stuff I love 😭 you're such an AMAZING artist OMG. Your art is stunning girl! Your Ososan and TS drawings give me doki dokis ❤️❤️ And Karamatsu it's your Favorite Matsu too? 😭😭💙💙💙 OH GOD. The question, gosh, almost forgot >.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! MYYY EMOOOTIOOONSSS!!!! UGH I’M SO SORRY FOR THIS LATE REPLY!!!! AHHHH AND YOUR WORDS JUST FILL ME WITH HAPPINESS HOLY SHIT!!!! MY HEAAAART!!! AHHHHHHHH I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!

God i feel like a jerk! i’m soooo sorry this is probably so late! i haven’t logged in in forever!!!! I just happened to log in today cause i just needed to get a little fic idea out of my chest (is a new fandom tho, not oso san or SS, sorry :C), so i’m really sorry for taking so long! and you have nooo idea how happy you just made me! ugh i had so many asks and they’re all making me so happy!! i had actually forgotten how it felt to be logged in again!!! 

And HELL YEAH Kara is my fave!! have you seen him?!?!?! ugh. i love him. And i have so many ideaaaaas for him!!! but still it will all come once the year is over, so if you send an ask (you or anyone who is reading this) i wont be ignoring you, it’s just that i won’t be logging in for a long time, i WILL answer, ALLWAYS, but it might take me months until i do so.

Oh no sweetie don’t worry! I wouldn’t have been able to tell at all! besides my mother lenguage is Spanish and i haven’t written anything in ages so my english is kind of rusty!

Hmm, let’s se, I learnt about Oso san through a friend, se watched anime like i did and she introduced me to the fandom. It was hilarious cause i’m really picky about drawing quality when it comes to anime. Like, the plot can be freaking amazing, but if i don’t like the drawing style it’s reaaaally hard it to get my vote hahaha. So she showed it to me and another friend, and seeing as it hardly has any continuous plot, she made sure to show us the funniest episodes first. I could be wrong, but i think it was the one when the hearter goes out, and maybeeee we saw the saw parodies as well (could be wrong tho) (also whoa this will get real long real fast, hope you don’t mind!) Now, up till that point i had heard and seen stuff about them, and i was one more person who was like “the hell are people suddenly fanart-ing several Nobitas all of a sudden?” and i never liked nobita (because of the drawing most of all actually).

And the FIRST thing that happened when i watched it was (besides having no fucking idea who was talking at any given time, like they are all the fucking same drawing! and they were together all the time so i couldn’t even get time enough to relate one color (cause that was the only way my mind could at least try to separate them) to one specific voice) was Karamatsu. He was SO FUCKING CRINGEY (PAINFUUUUUULLLLL) (and see, my brother and i actually have always been embarrased very easily by stuff, like since we were kids whenever something really, REALLY cringey was happening we actually turned to another channel while we waited for the embarrassing bit to pass, so it was freaking TORTURE to me), BUT!!! HE WAS SO FREAKING SWEET!!!! (i think we also watched the letters for the fish bit too but i’m not sure) AND EVERYONE TREATED HIM SO BADDLY!!! And i could see he was a big brother type from the start, which is always my favourite trait (i’m an older sister, guess it just gets to me, dont know).

So, anyway, i was hooked. I got home and started watching them even tho i hated the drawing style on principle, and this was on the weekend (he had had a sleepover at my friend’s place), but it was so fucking HILARIOUS! just so freaking clever, i couldn’t stop laughing, i just couldn’t! And Kara actually made me more resilient to cringeyness, like now we’re watching movies with my brother i can actually watch the embarrassing parts while he leaves the room XD; and by monday i was already practising drawing them in class with my friend watching with a smug look hahahaha . I think the first i started to draw was Jyushi actually. I just loved him! But it was Kara the one that stuck. 

Ahh... this actually made me really happy, good times and good memories *wipes tear*

And sander sides... actually i found it through vine videos on youtube. I would watch compilations to laugh on my free time and then through recomendations i found the video with Virgil and Roman talking Disney movies and i was hooked. I mean, Thomas is just a wonderful being, cute, sweet, and hilarious af, and this was DISNEY MOVIES CONSPIRACIES, and i have anxiety, so it caught me right away and went to look for other videos with Anxiety there and well. It made my like happier. Seriously. 

Just like the rest of fandoms i havent seen any of it in a long time! I know there’s a new video, it’s been out fora while, but i never got around to watch it, and to be honest, i’m actually avoiding all these things, cause i want to truly enjoy them and be able to draw and write and just be around everything and i know i won’t be until i’m done with this year, so i’d rather get up to date with everything once i feel at ease enough to do so.

Anyway, sorry for the long reply hahaha, and thank you sooo much for your ask, it actually just made my day!

[sandersidesfics]

Hi! So I don't really know if you'd be comfortable with this but maybe you could write something where Virgil comes out as asexual? Or something like that? Sorry if I'm bothering you! Also your writing is beautiful

Summary: Roman tries to pressure Virgil into going out with him. While Virgil is trying to turn him down, one of his biggest secrets slips out.

Warnings: peer pressure, coming out as asexual, rejection of Prinxiety

Tag list: @lizkaphan @sandersfanders

Today was the day. Valentines day. Roman worked up all the courage he could muster so that he could ask Virgil out. Confidence flowed through his veins, determination sparking in his gaze as he strutted towards Virgil’s room. Roman had gotten Logan to run the numbers, and he had almost guaranteed success! Nothing would ruin this day.

Roman knocked on the emo’s door, his heart full of love for the side. He stood proud, he flowers he had grown flourishing in his hands, ready for his Valentine. Virgil was inside, fully aware of the holiday, and horrified to come out of his room. What if nobody asked him to be a Valentine? He’d be forgotten, unloved, and rejected. He was so scared of that happening. But then.. what if he was asked out? That… that was an even scarier thought.

When Virgil heard the knock on the door, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Had someone come to find to him? Had someone come to ask him out? No. No, that wouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen. But Virgil got up and shakily opened the door up anyway. He peered peered over at Roman. “Hello?”

Roman smiled at Anxiety. His smile was so sweet and genuine as he pushed the door open, steppingtowards Virgil with the flowers. “Virgil… I know we have had rough times in the past, but I have tried my very best to redeem myself, and… if I have enough, then…. Virgil. Will you be my Valenti—”

“NO!” Virgil shoved Roman put of his room and slammed the door. His fears were coming true. And by Roman of all people, who is supposed to despise fear! Virgil was shaking. Did he really just slam the door on Princey’s face and reject him before Roman even finished his sentence? Virgil face palmed. He was an idiot, complete and utter idiot.

“V-Virge!” Roman’s shocked voice sounded through the door. “I’m sorry for everything I have ever done to upset you. Can I make it up to you?”

“It’s not that!” Virgil yelled through the door, thinking rapidly for an excuse to not go out with Roman. “I-I’m having an attack and I’d rather be alone right now!” Well, that wasn’t a complete lie.

“Oh no. Well, I have dinner prepared with a movie. We could eat on the couch and watch your favourite movie. Would that calm you down?” Roman suggested. And yes, that would calm Virgil down. But it’d be romantic, and romantic outings lead to… other things.

“N-nevermind, I’m good.” Virgil barely kept his voice from shaking. He was panting heavily. Tears filled his eyes and he pressed his back against the door, sliding down so he was sitting on the ground.

“Well, then would you like to go for dinner with me? I have a meal prepared!” Roman sounded so excited. Virgil hated to break his poor little heart…

“Not hungry, Roman.” He spoke out blankly. He showed no emotion. He was too frightened of crying.

“I have flowers for you. Do you want the flowers? They’d help brighten up your room a bit!” Roman tried his very best to remain cheerful, but Mr. Debby Downer was making it really hard for him to remain happy. Was he just not aware of Roman’s feelings towards him?

“I don’t want to brighten up my room.” Virgil growled, switching on the lights to brighten up his room.

Roman groaned. “Virgil, why are you making this so difficult? All I want to do is take you on a nice, romantic date on Valentines day. Is that so hard?!”

“I just don’t want to go out with you, Roman!” Virgil yelled back through the door.

Roman raised his hands to his head, his face contorting in frustration. “Why don’t you want to go out with me? I’m the embodiment of romance, everybody wants to go out with me!”

“But not me!” Virgil retorted.

“Why?!” Roman leaned closer into the door.

“Because!” was Virgil’s answer

“That’s not an answer, Virgil!” Roman stomped on the ground in a mini tantrum.

“Yes it is!” Virgil screamed back.

“Why, Virgil!?”

“Because I’m asexual, okay!?”

Roman and Virgil both froze from shock. Virgil slapped his hands over his mouth, unable to stop the tears now from coming. What had he just done? He just spilled his secret to the most egotistical, romantic, bullying side of all his friends. What was he going to do? He could lock himself in his room and never come out. Yeah. That’s what he’d do. Perfect plan.

“Virgil…”

Oh no. Roman was still there. Nonononononono-

“Can I come in?”

Virgil shook his head fiercely, keeping his hands over his mouth. But then he decided… he deserved whatever treatment Roman would give him. He deserved to be called names. So he opened the door slightly…

And Roman took him in a warm embrace. Virgil didn’t return the hug, too frightened to do anything. The dried tears on his face were making Anxiety uncomfortable. Roman didn’t even noticed. He just wanted Virgil to feel appreciated and accepted.

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” Roman whispered into Virgil’s ear gently. “We would have accepted you.”

Virgil shook his head and pushed Roman away. “No. You wouldn’t have. You are the romantic side! You live for relationships. You wouldn’t understand. Patton is literal feelings, he wouldn’t understand my lack of them. Logan might have, but… he’s too logical. He only has knowledge of straight relationships or gay relationships. He wouldn’t understand an… an asexual one…”

Roman tilted his head in sympathy. “But we would understand! Or at least, we’d try to.” He murmured the last part, scratching his head uncomfortably.

Virgil sighed. “Roman, it’s fine… just please don’t ask me out again.”

Roman blinked in confusion. “But… asexual means you don’t want sexual relationships. Are you aromantic to?”

Virgil hesitated, then shook his head. “No…”

“Then why not date me?” Roman inquired.

“Because I know that you would want a sexual relationship. I can’t… I won’t give that to you. You’d hate me…” Virgil took a step back, feeling his anxiety start to overwhelm him.

“Oh, Virgil, I’d never force you into something you don’t want to do!” Roman insisted, stepping towards Virgil. He backed off a bit when he saw Virgil’s scared eyes staring up at him. He sighed. “Virgil, I accept you as you are, and I know the others will to. You just have to tell him. Do you trust me?”

Roman reached his hand towards Virgil. A few moments passed before the apprehensive look in Virgil’s gaze faded, and he stretched his shaky hand out to meet Roman’s.

“I… I trust you.”

[sandyfeetshshop]

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