#HOLY SHIT REMI LOOKS SO CUTE- *DIES*

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Janus! Janus! Janus! Janus! Have you tried. dressing up in goth style!? Please do!!! I want to know your friend's reactions! How 'bout this? You wear a goth outfit (with accessories and make up [maybe put makeup on like snake scales??]of course~) for a whole day, preferably the day you're going to "couple's therapy" and see everyone's reactions!

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Janus was rotting away in his bed, buried under 3 blankets and with his snake plush tightly gripped in his arms.

"....Oh right couple's therapy....had forgotten....Sorry I totally haven't been distracted and crying a lot since the fiasco with Logan....I can try....Hopefully it'll cheer me up"

He rolled out of bed and fell ungraciously down on the floor. Sadly he didn't own any make up but he did have a lot of dark clothes. After a lot of worrying about how gross he looked he decided on a long sleeved black shirt with a dark red button up over it. He put a black corset over them to give them that poofy look he'd seen online. He added a few dark rings and necklaces he'd found over the years.

Lastly he unsurely put on a long loose black skirt that reached his ankles. He'd never worn it in public before. It'd just laid hidden in his closet for yeards, sometimes before he moved out he'd put it on when he had been home alone.

"You sure this looks good?" He asked you. You of course didn't answer. He imagine you giving him a thumbs up.

When janus got to the place the therapy was held he was over 10 minutes early like usual. He got anxious otherwise. Remy sat on the parking bench outside smoking. They’d just gotten done with their therapy.

When they saw him they took off their sunglasses to look at him better. They put out their cigarette before taking their cane and hurrying up to him. 

“Look at you Janny boy! JanJan! Janiga! Janice! You’re looking tots super good girl! Why the change? You killed your ex husband didn’t you? Took his money?”

“Yes. I put poison in his drink and let the maiden he had been cheating with find the body” Janus replied “A.....friend told me to”

“Classy”

Janus couldn’t help but blush. He hadn’t thought someone as beautiful as Remy would ever think of him as anything but gross “It totally wasn’t meant to be goth but well I have no makeup so I am more like a pretentious emo”

“Oh I know loads of those!” 

They took his hand. HOLY SHIT THEY TOOK HIS HAND. And quickly led him over to the bench. They sat him down and started looking around in their bag. He could see several bottles of pills in it, a knife and also all kinds of makeup.

“don’t worry girl! I always got some makeup with me for emergencies! Y’know I don’t wanna wear it unless my boyf is in a good mood but you never know. Alright you want like a trad goth or more like casual?”

“Never tried makeup before. Anything works!”

“Aight girl. Gotya!”

They cupped his cheek to bring his head closer. Janus could feel their cold breathe against his skin as they leaned in and instructed him to close one of his eyes. The brush strokes were so so light against his skin, it almost tickled.

Remy looked so focused it made Janus’ blushing even worse. All he could think about was how easy it would be to lean in and kiss them. Instead they took out an eyeliner pencil and carefully drew dark wings that covered his entire eyelid.

“Sawry but I don’t have any black lipstick. Is red fine? Is red the viiibbee?” 

“R-red’s fine! It’s my favorite color!” (it wasn’t) “Same color as my murdered husband’s blood!” Janus babbled out.

“That’s the spirit girl!!”

They brushed their thumb over his bottom lip before putting the lipstick on. They took out another brush and grabbed onto the hair at the back of his head.

“Can you lean your head back a little? I just wanna make sure your cheeks stand out since they already look like a dream” He of course did as told “Good boy”

Janus choked on air. He coughed pretending like it was because of the smoke still surronding Remy. They looked at him with a smile. It didn’t quite look like they were smiling at him but not completely like they were smiling along with him either.

“Alright. All done!”

They held up their phone on mirror mode so he could look at himself.....oh goD HE WAS HOT!!! For once he couldn’t only see imperfections. He just looked...good. Chill, laidback, good.

“Thanks” Janus said, a bit breathlessly.

Remy leaned their chin on his shoulder “I tried to give you a gothic Jessica Rabbit kinda eye! She’s my fav character like ever! She made me start trying feminine things”

“Oh no you totally failed. It looks horrible!” He said sarcastically.

“So true girl! It’s pretty stupid but I kinda like relate to her a lot. Like the whole I’m not bad I’m just drawn that way thing. I mean you of course know this with how you are but people will just assume things when they’re attracted to you”

Janus’ eyes widened “You- You think I would be able to relate to that??” 

They twirled his hair between their fingers. They had a soft smile on their face “’course girl!....I kinda like thinking of myself as Jessica and my boyf as Roger” They forced a fake chuckle “Y’know so many people have assumed I’m cheating on him”

“I can’t assume! I have a medical disease that makes it so I’m unable to assume!” Janus lied in a nervous flurry. He wanted to facepalm immediately afterwards. He was an idiot.

Remy laughed. A soft laugh. They closed their eyes and leaned their head back. Janus’ heart fluttered just hearing it.

They stretched their fingers one by one while their laughter died down “My fingers are sore just from doing the makeup. That’s pretty pathetic huh”

Janus gently took their hands and cupped them between his own “Not at all. You’re able to come all the way here every week and everything which certainly isn’t pathetic. Being in pain is never pathetic” He gently blew onto their hands to try and warm them them thinking maybe that would help.

They froze up as if they weren’t used to anyone not agreeing with their negative talk “Girl I’m always drunk when I come here anyway! This coffee is like 2 thirds vodka! Can never do therapy sober. Pretty stupid”

He continued to gently massage their fingers “Of course not. I don’t know why you go or why you need the cane but it’s obviously not stupid”

“fibromyalgia” They replied “I mean that’s why I use the cane. It’s a chronic pain thing. The cane helps with some of the pain. I uh also have hypersomnia but that’s a whole different thing”

Janus sent them a warm smile “That sounds tough”

“Yeah” Their voice broke slightly “Yeah it is” 

They shook their head and moved their hands away. They forced a smile 

“Cute, funny And kind huh? No wonder you have a ‘boyfriend’. Speaking off him” Remy pointed over to Remus coming down the sidewalk.

Janus went into defense at the way they had said boyfriend, almost on instinct “He sure fucking is my boyfriend! Even if he doesn’t fully look like it in some people’s eyes he’s more of a man than I’ll ever be!”

Remy held their hands up to look innocent “Girl I’m literally trans, calm your snitties. I meant that I know you two ain’t actually going to couple’s therapy. I mean it’s like obvious, Just as obvious as Certain other things about you! You’re not a subtle person! What you actually doing?”

He wanted to facepalm even harder “We- uh-”

“Picani is secreltly a succubus and he helps us summon demons to have orgies with every week” Remus filled in.

“Aww babe no inviting meee?” Remy pouted “You don’t deserve me anyway” They got up. Janus handed them their cane “Well I best be going before my bae gets anxious about my bus chrashing. See you in your wet dreams!”

“Bye Rem” Remus waved.

“Bye Rem” Remy waved back. They put their hand on his shoulder and leaned in “He’s good. Real good. You should keep him” They whispered before continuing to walk.

As soon as they had rounded the corner Remus sighed and collapsed onto the bench “They’re so pretty. I would sacrifice a goat for them”

Janus nodded along “Same”

Remus turned to him and whistled before punching his shoulder “And look at you looking like a nightmare! Which is a good thing!”

“Thanks”

“You better give me a goth makeover some time! If I already look good as a darkly clad horror I would kill, literally, as gothic”

Janus smiled “It’s a promise!”

“Great! Alright ready to fuck up Picani’s day?”

“Always”

[alwaysanotherrainbow]

my boyfriend never texts first

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

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

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

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

No matter. Remus could cope.

May 1:

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

May 2:

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

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

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

June 2:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They exchanged a glance.

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

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

Papa glared at Dad. “Be nice.”

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

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

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

June 12:

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

July 12:

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

August 14:

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

August 30:

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

September 28:

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

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

October 3:

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

October 23:

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

November 9:

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

November 10:

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

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

December 21

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

[2 Unread: Roman <3, bf’s dad]

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I understand.”

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

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

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

“Right, I... I listen to it too.”

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

“You looked at the messages?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then Roman had died.

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Mr. Sanders.”

The line went dead in his hands.

Remus held himself and wept.

December 28:

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

January 1:

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

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

[canvas-the-florist]

let me trust you

Ship: Moceit, Familial Sleepceit

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Abuse, Divorce, running away, food mention, kidnapping, swearing (so much swearing), and tell me if I need to add anything!

Summary: All Ethan (Deceit) wanted to do was be gay but no, plot and angst exist.

Ethan never knew what exactly his father meant when he was told to hide in his room after school when he was seven. He didn’t know why mom was always yelling and the shattering glass. He didn’t understand what had happened when late at night he would find his dad crying in the kitchen with a new bruise, cleaning up the glass. This was normal, right? He had heard from a kid named Jaxon that dads are supposed to be strong and never cry, but Ethan knew that was wrong because his dad cried all the time and was the strongest person he knew. That, he understood.

Eventually, he woke up late at night again to get food, he didn’t usually have dinner because he had to hide the moment he got home from school. This time, his dad lead him outside with two suitcases and their car.

“Why isn’t mom coming?” He had asked, but his dad only gave him a painful smile. After that, his last name changed and he lived in Florida. Ethan didn’t particularly care because he didn’t really like talking to the other kids he knew.

When he reached middle school he understood a little more but had more questions. Why did everything have to be like this? Why did his father have to flinch every time a woman looking similar to Ethan’s mother spoke. Nothing against them, it was okay to be afraid. But, why couldn’t his father be happy? To combat it, Ethan started doing better in school and making friends. Sure, he couldn’t name any of them or care about any of their lives but it seemed to make his dad smile so, who cares?

Ethan Sanders just wanted his dad to be happy. 

-

“Do you want to come to Jared’s party later? There’s gonna be booze!” One of his friends whispered. High school parties honestly sounded so bland and blatantly stupid. Ethan hissed a bit, biting back a groan. Booze, disgusting. It was one of the things that hurt his father and he didn’t want that for him.

“Can’t, I…” He tried to make a good excuse that would leave him out of peer pressure. Ethan looked around for a bit to find something. That’s when he had a plan. “I actually have a date today so.”

The friend scoffed, and Ethan bit his cheek. “Really, you have a date? With that scar on your face? Uh, no offense.”

Well, that was rather rude. Ethan felt his face, the one time he really understood his mom wasn’t a good person. He quickly dropped his hand. “Yes, I do. Besides my devilishly handsome looks, I have quite an amazing personality. In fact… I have that date with Patton Hart.”

Patton Hart was the nicest kid in school, no competition. So, if Ethan asked him out, he’d be unlikely to turn him down. Besides, he was just going to study or hang out with his dad if he actually did say no. It didn’t matter anyway. Before this annoying excuse of a friend could make fun of him once more, Ethan picked up his things and walked over to Patton, who happened to be sitting alone. The two rarely talked but hopefully, this wouldn’t be so bad. 

“May I sit here, dear?” Ethan had no idea how to flirt, just knowing that pet names might work. He tried his best to keep his cool and stopped himself from biting his cheek again.

Patton responded with a nod and a pink dusted face. Ethan raised an eyebrow while sitting down, apparently, this cutie had a thing for nicknames. He made sure to note that as he placed his backpack beside him. Hopefully, he wouldn’t screw this up. “So, sugar, how did you become the most handsome boy in our school?”

He coughed and pushed up his glasses. “I… believe that award goes to you.”

Oh. He was not expecting the flirting to go both ways. Ethan felt his face warm and he shook it off. Love only hurt his father and he can’t allow that to hurt him. He gave a small smile and leaned forward in the conversation. “I didn’t come here to be flattered, though it certainly is a plus, I came here to ask you a question.” Whelp, here it comes.

“Oh?” Patton’s eyebrows furrowed in worry and Ethan felt kinda bad… “I was wondering if you wanna go on a date with me? You don’t have to, I’m going, to be honest, and say that I’m only asking you out because my friends are shit and you’re absolutely adorable.” Wait… What in the fresh cakadoodle-fuck did he just say? Sure, Patton is attractive and a genuinely good person, but adorable? Ethan shut his eyes and attempted to stop himself from slamming his head against the table. He sure is a dumbass.

There is no fucking way anyone would say yes to that sort of proposal. Even if it is Patton. But, he needed to at least pretend he had a date so his friends would be off his back. Even if love wasn’t actually real. 

“Yeah sure.”

Wait, what. That was not expected. Ethan opened his eyes and saw Patton blushing more than he was. Ethan gave a small smile back, scared about how genuine the smile felt. He bit his lip and glanced back at his old table, they seemed to have moved on without him. Good. “So, that ice cream place after school? We can meet up by the flagpole if that works, honey.”

Patton gave a small nod. “Seeya then!”

-

After texting his dad, Ethan leaned against the flagpole with his hands in his pockets. Patton should be there soon. Not like their school campus was that big anyways. He eventually saw Patton running while holding his glasses to his face. Adorable. Ethan let out a sigh. He really did keep thinking that, huh. Whatever. 

“Ready to go?” Patton asked after catching his breath. 

“Yeah, thank you so much for doing this with me, even though we rarely talk.”

Ethan had no idea what he was doing. He did not understand why Patton would say yes or offer to pay for the food. According to his father, they should pay for their own things and that’s that. So, Ethan made sure to ensure that’s what happened. After they sat down Patton awkwardly laughed.

“So, let’s learn more about each other. Simple things, like favorite colors and whether or not you think pizza belongs on pizza.” The blonde licked his ice cream and looked back up at Ethan while he was just glad someone knew how dates worked. “I’ll go first! I like light blues, the other colors are good too but something about blue, and I love pineapple on pizza.”

“Excuse me? Pineapple ruins the sanctity of pizza! How dare you!” Ethan paused before adding, “Also, my favorite color is yellow.”

“Well pardon me for being open for better flavors! Kiddo, you probably haven’t tried it before.” That was true. He hasn’t tried it. His dad hates it with a passion so they never order it. Besides, Ethan had the feeling he wouldn’t be able to ‘appreciate’ pineapple on pizza. Maybe his mom liked it and that’s why his dad never ate it… “Kiddo? It’s okay if you don’t agree with me. Everyone has different taste buds.”

Huh. So this is what it’s like to agree to disagree. Patton must be nice to not fight over things like this. His parents did all the time. “Huh? Yeah, sorry, pumpkin. Must’ve just remembered something.”

Back to pet names and off the focus of his past. Patton blushed once more and checked his phone. His smile and blush faded when he did though. Ethan bit his lip in worry but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to bother him or anything. It was weird enough that they were going on a date in the first place. He appreciated that Patton didn’t press for details, but he did do something else that was almost as disastrous.

‘He’s holding my hand,’ Ethan suddenly realized. Blood rushed to his face as he took notice of this. Sdfklaadfgksdnrjglksftjk a CUTE BOY IS HOLDING HIS HANDDNDN! “I… you’re too adorable holy shit.”

Patton gave a small chuckle. “You’re adorable too, Ethan. Unfortunately, I have to go and pick up my brothers from their elementary school. I’m following you on Instagram so I’ll be sure to dm you tomorrow!” With slight hesitation, Patton kissed Ethan’s cheek, basically committing manslaughter at the ice cream parlor. 

-

Ethan walked home in a giddy mood and opened the door to find his mother, but not his father. The mood died instantly when he took notice of the gun in her hand. 

“Don’t worry, the man isn’t dead, Elena.” Ethan bit his lip, hand still on the doorknob. He started to twist it when the woman turned to look him in the eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare. Go pack up your room, and your father’s too, you’re not leaving that easily.”

He slowly walked into his room and packed everything he could in the two backpacks he owned. Something told him he wouldn’t be needing his homework for biology.  Ethan stowed everything he could before moving to his dad’s room. He didn’t feel like anything. He didn’t know where his dad is, how his mom found them, why it had to be while he wasn’t home, or that his mom never changed.

But then he stopped… His dad is at work right now right? Ethan checked his phone and realized that he was. He furrowed his eyebrows as he realized he had to make a decision. Picking up his father’s sunglasses and putting them on, Ethan opened his window and ran. He could call his dad later. His safety was important and he knew that. 

Once he got to a populated area, the mall, he pulled out his phone and called his dad.

“Hello, this is Remy Sanders speaking.”

“Dad… my mother is at the house and she has a gun. Please don’t come home.” Ethan pleaded, trying to keep his voice neutral to blend in. “I left unscathed but had to leave all our stuff. Is it time to file a restraining order or?”

His father’s voice shook. They were talking about a woman that abused both of them and left them with permanent scars and memories. He let out a sad sigh saying, “I don’t know how much that will do. Just try to get somewhere safe to stay and we can figure a legal thing out, okay?”

“Okay, I love you, dad.” Ethan whispered.

“I love you too, Ethan.”

Ethan breathed out and started walking around, eventually finding his way to the pet shop they had in the mall. He shrugged and walked in to admire the cats. When he did, however, he saw Patton Hart eyeing a labrador. How convenient. He walked over and crouched down beside him. “Wow, that dog is almost as cute as you.”

“Oh!” Patton yelped, falling over slightly which startled the job. “Hey, Ethan! What’s going on?”

‘My abusive and transphobic mom is back, thanks for asking.’ he thought but instead, he said, “I’m better, now that you’re here. The day was already getting so dull without you, I could hardly bear the thought of leaving you for… two hours. I am much delighted to be in your presence.” To emphasize that he was being melodramatic, Ethan put the back of his hand to his head and fell into Patton’s lap.

Patton giggled. “You’re so silly.” But it stopped as he pulled Ethan up to make eye contact with him. “But... I know you’re lying. You don’t have to tell me what’s going on but you don’t have to pretend you’re being happy all the time. According to my friends, I should stop doing that, so maybe you shouldn’t do that either.”

“Wow, way to ruin my facade,” Ethan grumbled, getting up of the pet store floor and being hoisted up by Patton. “You’re right… There’s something really wrong today. But I’m not telling you until it turns out okay.” He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket. “I have a favor.”

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?” Patton looks scared. Dating a person for less than a day and already venting about personal things? Nice… 

“Can I stay at your place tonight? My house is… unable to be used for the time being.” Ethan looked down. It sounds inherently wrong but he knew that his dad wanted him to be safe until it’s dealt with. “Not to do anything, I’m just not… Nevermind. I just can’t go home right now.”

Patton blinked. “Yeah, of course. We can’t tell my mom that we’re dating but I do have a king bed so it can be sort of like a sleepover! Sleepovers are so much fun… You can bake and paint nails- do you want to paint your nails with me!! I even have yellow-”

The blond kept ranting about sleepovers while they walked to his car. Ethan silently followed with a smile on his face. Maybe if he didn’t mention his mother it would all be okay. Once they started driving cute positive songs played from Patton’s playlist. Ethan didn’t understand a lot of stuff, his life and situation was a mess, but he understood that at the very least… he cared for Patton and trusts him. Maybe one day it would grow more than that, even if he couldn’t deal with love for the time being.

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kh3 stuff i did like i guess

tbh I think there’s more negatives than positives in my mind but let’s try to focus on the often neglected group. I’ll try to keep it as sincere and unironic as possible.

- The graphics. Ironically that was the thing that a lot of people including myself were worried about. 0.2 was essentially 3′s tech demo and looked kind of janky, and downright plastic in early trailer releases. KH3 trailers had characters looking kind of off. idk what sorcery they used but they got their act together in time for the release. 

The environments are pretty spectacular for the most part. It’s a massive leap forward from the PS2 esque visuals we’ve been using since day one. All the characters look great too, there’s not really any I can remember that didn’t look quite right.

- Tho I can’t get into the song, the OP looks beautiful. Part of it that shows everyone’s shit getting rocked also synchs perfectly to “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” so that was fuckin hilarious

- On that similar vein, the Pirates world?? I’m not too fond of all its minigame battles but oh my god it looks beautiful. The photorealistic characters in the world look *right*, and SDG’s designs are fantastic and blend in so much better than anyone ever did in any photorealistic world before. 

- Monsters Inc world probs had one of the better integrations of a KH villain with the world’s local quirks. A being that is made of, eats, and makes monsters out of negativity, in a world formerly powered by the screams of terrified children? Makes perfect sense. Best original story in the disneyworlds by far. Also YEETUS VANITAS. 

- The idea to include Remy from Ratatouille was cute and pretty neat. I didn’t personally end up using the mechanic much but it’s a cute way to integrate a movie that I don’t think would have translated well as a world. It’s also a nice touch that Remy is called “Little Chef” and never speaks since he was never shown to speak to humans. The food also makes me HUNGRYYYY

- While I’m not a fan of the Toy Story world, watching Woody do the “oh you’re approaching me” walk up to a bishie anime villain to tell him he’s an unlovable lil bitch was an otherworldly experience

- They put some degree of effort into th characters’ reactions to getting their photo taken which is nice. They didn’t have to do that.

- The opening sequence was a nice bunch of callbacks that didn’t feel too much like nostalgia pandering.

- Got a big scary snow golem as a party member

- The Frozen world’s wolf boss was probably one of the most badass heartless fights ever and was almost enough to get me to like that world

- I think Sora was less stupid than in KH2 and DDD and definitely was a lot less annoying since he had D and G to bounce off on. The banter and dialogue, while still often stiff and awkward, wasn’t as bad as it usually is. 

- Cutscenes are a lot more technically impressive. There’s actual cinematography going on, some variation in what you’re seeing than the most basics of basic. Generally, no more fish face. 

- Donald’s a good healer now

-  I like everything about Rage Mode. Visually it’s a callback to Antiform, it’s all  bloodreds and blacks with a frenzy that lives up to its name. Mechanically it’s a free heal, and while you have to cut HP to deal more damage, your party members are generally capable of healing you up and mitigating the risk completely. Storywise, it’s implied this is smth Sora can do in moments of desperation and pain (it tends to pop up when you take a nasty hit), and that concept has lead to a LOT of juicy fan content

- ngl as annoying as being forced into rage mode was in the final boss fight, it lead to this visual that’s stuck in my mind since i saw it

Which is like, holy shitfuck, that is so scary but so cool. Not even Ansem the muthafuckin’ Seeker of Darkness managed to get that amount of unbridled eldritch darkness tentacles pouring out of him.

- The Part Where Everyone Died and The Part Where We Actively Retconned It were both done... in ways I take issue with, but both’s existences also gave rise to juicy fanworks, yay!

- I liked the upgradable weapons and the fact you could actively swap between them in battle

- The Final World was pretty cool tho I kind of wish there was more emotional weight and urgency to the situation

- Though I’m pretty sure the story part of the upcoming DLC was cut content either for time constraint reasons, or to just make more money off a purposefully incomplete product, it does seem like Nomura and co. are making some effort to respond to fans’ criticisms, issues, and requests. 

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A Slice Of My Love. Chapter 6. Wait, You Don't Think I'm Insane?

Sup children!! (No clementine my brother did not hack onto my Tumblr and write me a whole fucken chapter.) We be existing on the bean bag again. 

The farthest you will most likely see me venture is to my bed. Or a hotel. It depends how long this book goes for. I mean, we’re almost at 10 chapters. I said like 20-30 most likely. Holy shit. I’m almost ½ to ⅓ done with this book. Moving on before I go on more of a tangent than I already have!!

Pairings: Mentions of the glasses gays (it's toned down for this chapter and in chapter 7 it will be turned up to 11), Prinxiety but it’s best friend mode™ that has been preset to 11

Tw: Cursing, Fourth wall breaks (they be back, but not as bad this time), Virgil being insane, Virgil and Roman being both shippers and BFFs, the lack of sleep finally catching up to Virge, Vee thinking he has just proved a major point.

Virgil’s POV

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Assuming that you’ve read this whole book, you already know that Pat has been overtaken by the powers of the boop™ and has gone upstairs with Logan. Logan never came back downstairs.

Roman was thinking about something. Well, I knew what that something was. You only have to be best friends with Princy for a year and a half to know what he wants to ask you.

“You wanna ask me about Alonso, don’t you?” Roman looked up at me. Then he went back to thinking.

“You know that as long as you don’t accuse me of being insane, you can ask me whatever the fuck you want.”

He looked at me again and then sat down at the table with a bowl of cereal. “Taking advantage of the fact that dad’s upstairs huh?”

The fuck? Dude, we’ve been best fucking friends for over a year now!! If you’re trying to ask me something just ask me!!

“No shit Sherlock.”

He gasped in fake surprise. “How DARE you!! I hate to inform you, but I am the prince, hence I am royalty. You do not speak to royalty in such a crude manner!!”

So the Roman stans are taking mild offense right now. I’m gonna tell you this once and once only. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN BEST FRIEND MODE™ HAS BEEN TURNED UP TO ITS PRESET NUMBER OF 11!!

Anyways, Roman stans aside, I laughed hysterically at Roman’s mocked offense. He does a really good impression of what I’d like to imagine offended Roman stans to sound like.

Ok, we’re gonna chuck the Roman stans out a window so I can actually move on from them. I decided that I was going to help Princey away from the conversation that He was trying to move away from. (I was really tempted to say spared.) The extra bitch hasn’t left yet, has it Em? (We are NOT doing this now.) Fine.

“Seeing as you’re trying to change the subject, Pat and Lo earlier.”

His face lit up at the mention of the glasses gays, as we’ve dubbed them.

“Looks like someone needs to get more sleep.” Ro did a crappy impersonation of Lo. I laughed some more.

“And don’t forget the boop™”

Roman started snickering “How did I forget the boop™? Uhh… Well, I only have 2 weaknesses: self-deprecation and affection.”

Roman was crappily imitating Pat now. I knew where Roman was going. I jumped up from my chair and ran over. Then I slowly walked by him and booped his nose.

Roman snickers turned into a bit of giggling, then he continued with our inside joke. “Never mind. I have 3 weaknesses: self-deprecation, affection and whatever Logan just did.”

I laughed even more at Roman’s shitty impression job. “Ok, you’re purposely sucking. I have accepted this challenge of sucking at doing impersonations for this joke.” I cleared my throat for the shittiest Logan Sanders impression in the history of the universe. I heard Roman mumble “Oh god” underneath his breath.

Good. You better be bracing yourself for this shitshow Princey.

“Patton, I believe that Roman and Virgil would call that a” I searched through imaginary vocab cards “boop™.”

We looked at each other and then laughed hysterically. I somehow ended up falling over in our laughter. We stopped for a moment and looked at each other again. Then laughed again, only harder this time.

Through my laughter, I managed “Stop laughing and help me you, stupid bitch!!”

He looked at me in disbelief. “You’re sitting there, on the floor, laughing, but I can’t laugh with you?” He lectured me while still giggling.

“I’m laughing at my own stupidity. Only I can laugh at myself.”

“Whatever. I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one!”

The laughter had died down quite quickly after that. Roman helped me up off the floor. We walked to the couch and sat down.

Well… more he sat down, I lay down, and he was my footrest. It’s an us thing.

“Do you always have to put your feet on me, Virge?”

I scoffed and looked at him in disbelief. “Do I have anywhere else to put my feet? No. Do I want you to sit on my feet? No. Do I want to sit up? No. Do I want to move to the other couch? No. Are you my prisoner now? Yes.”

He laughed a little more. I could tell that he was thinking that I stole his job of being the dramatic one.

We sat there in comfortable silence. The only thing keeping it from being awkward was the light and playful atmosphere. I have no clue about you guys, but with a best friend that you’re almost always loud with, silence is just weird and awkward. (This is a thing with me and my best friend. Normally we just randomly quote Charlie the Unicorn at that point.) 

I decided that I needed to bring up the inevitable.

“You gonna ask me about Alonso any time today? I already told you. You can ask me. I trust you.”

He thought for a moment. “Umm…. Well…. What does he look like?”

I snickered a little bit. “Wow. You’re THAT scared that you’re going to offend me?”

He didn’t share my laughter.

“Oh, umm…. Kinda like Remy, but without the stupid sign that says sleep. But like Remy mixed with someone else. I can’t put my finger on who though.” Roman hummed in response. Then he got a mischievous grin on his face.

OH SHIT!! ROMAN DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.

He dared though.

“So is he hot?”

I looked at him with my most serious “Bitch what the fuck?” face and asked him a simple question: “Roman, you’re my best friend and I love you (platonically), but why are you like this?”

He looked back at me with a “Bitch what the fuck?” face as well. “Because I’m the literal embodiment of Thomas’ romance. And as your best friend, I want you to find love.”

“That wasn’t cheesy at all Ramen.” I snickered a little bit at the Ramen part. Roman absolutely HATES the nickname Ramen. But he’s still Ramen.

“Don’t think Ramen’s going to get a reaction out of me. It’s not. I’m totally fine with that nickname now.”

My mind went to Someone Gets Hurt Reprise from Mean Girls as soon as Ro Ramen said fine. “REALLY FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!! GO BE FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEN!!!”

Roman picked up on the reference and finished the song. “And I want my pink shirt.”

I joined him for the extra part that we add every time we sing/listen to that song.

“HE BROUGHT UP THE PINK SHIRT!! AND YOU KNOW THAT SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN ONCE YOU BRING UP THE PINK SHIRT!!!” We laughed hysterically once more.

Once our laughter had died down again, Roman got serious again. Ish.

“Are you gonna tell me if Alonso is cute or not?”

I couldn’t escape this conversation now. “I don’t know. I guess? You know that this isn’t really my department. It’s like 110% yours.”

He snickered a little bit. “So like, when did you notice him?”

I told him the story. “So Pat was lecturing me about how I should be sleeping and all that bs. I wasn’t really listening because of the hypocrite card. I was staring at the counter and he was just sort of chilling there. Existing.”

I looked at Ro to see his “Vee you’re insane” face but it never came, so I continued.

“Then after Pat went upstairs to get Logan. Alonso, at this point in time I didn’t know his name so I was just referring to him as ‘the counter guy’ in my head, started talking to me by quoting Heathers. I was quoting the scene that he started when Pat and Lo came downstairs. They told me that I was being crazy and that there was only a piece of bread. That’s why I thought that you’d think I’m crazy too.”

Roman looked at me. No discernible emotion could be seen on his face. It was kinda scary. He just told me “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

It took me a moment to comprehend that. “You don’t?”

“At least I think that.”

I didn’t fully think out what I was about to do before I did it. That’s very unusual for me. Might I remind you that I was running on two cups short of a full pot of coffee (Pat and Lo drank them) and like 2 hours of sleep?

I lept off the couch, grabbed Roman’s hand and dragged him up the stairs. Once I got to Pat’s room I kicked the door down. We were greeted with the sight of the glasses gays cuddling on Patton’s bed watching a movie.

After I kicked the door down they looked up at me in shock. Still cuddling though, so that’s a bonus.

Pat spoke first. “Virgil, please tell me why you just kicked down my door.”

I could hardly contain my excitement. I moved to the side a little bit and pulled Roman forward. “RoMaN sAyS i’M nOt CrAzY!!!”

Logan looked at Roman “Roman, please explain.”

Roman looked down at his feet. “Well, do I have a story for you guys.”

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This chapter is the longest by far. The actual chapter part went over 3 pages. That’s a first.

Anywho. I really liked this chapter. It was quite fun to write. However, the next one will be even more fun to write. The glasses gays turned up to 11. God am I gonna have a ball with the next one.

Chapter 7 will most likely be next week. We’re going to Chicago and it’s a 3-hour drive there and back. I write on my laptop which will be left at home, and I don’t have a phone to write on soooo….. I get to listen to Heathers and Mean Girls mass amounts of times though.

                                            The existing internet writing human,

                                                              Em

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The Fear of the Dragonwitch (Triplets RoLoRem AU) Chapter 4!!!

Word Count: 3536

TW: Swearing, hospitals, anesthesia, Remus, Deceit, homophobia talked about, there’s a threat at the end that is a bit violent and inappropriate but its from Remus so like meh.

Notes: This one wraps up the hospital bit with Lo and moves on to the uh, happiest character arc, which is Remus’. It’s pretty cute honestly, There’s a bunch of venting on his part because of the whole Logan thing. But it has a funny ending and he gets to do a happy so like yay! Last chapter here, first one here, I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Receipt. (receit or demus)

Summary: “This is not ok and if I have to make sure those kids end up in jail before my son goes back to school I will. …sir I'm a lawyer” Logan recovers slowly but surely, but hes still in denial of all that has happened, making it out to be less than it is. Remus thinks its bullshit, and he needs a break; something Damián is completely willing to do. Will the tension between the two snap or will it bloom into something they’ve both wanted for longer than words can describe?

“yeah no I'm sorry sir, but this is not ok and if I have to make sure those kids end up in jail before my son goes back to school I will. …sir I'm a lawyer, I very much know what my rights are, and I have grounds to sue your school. You have two options, you expel the students who assaulted my son and his partner, or I press charges on them for attempted murder and your school for discrimination and failure to keep your duty to assist. I can tell you what would be easier for you to do, and cheaper by a long shot.”

Logan was in a hospital bed. The nurse was finishing setting his new cast as his brothers sat on either side of him. Mimi sat next to Remus, who was crying into her chest, trying to muffle himself as their mom paced while on the phone with the school. She covered the speaker of her phone for a minute, looking to the nurse.

“I don’t know if you know this, but how much would this and all subsequent visits for his injuries cost if we didn’t have insurance?”

“um, well a cast alone without surgery is about 2500, and there would be two normal check ins after so for that I’d say 2940 for that route if you had done it, for the surgery it would be 17,350 alone, I think you'd get out with around 20000 spent on it.”

“thanks! Yeah, so are you ready to do what's right?”

She went back to the call, apparently reaching an agreement as she soon got off the call and leaned against the wall, releasing a breath she had been holding. Logan was groggy. They had just been in surgery and they had put him under, no matter how much it panicked him. The surgery went well apparently, they were keeping him overnight though, mostly for his other wounds. They had noticed the bruises on his chest and legs and were keeping diagnostics to make sure his ribs weren’t broken, or his legs fractured. They had told him he would miss the rest of the week to really recover properly. Eventually it got to be late and the family was asked to leave for the night, save for a parent if need be. Vivian and Mimi both had to go, and all of them gave Logan a gentle hug before stepping away.

He reached haphazardly for his phone, dialing Patton on instinct. It answered on the first ring.

“Logan? Hi Hun, are you ok? What's wrong? Do I need to come help you out of something? Are you even more hurt?”

“I'm- I'm fine pat. At the hospital right now actually, just got out of surgery and got my cast set.”

“oh Logan! Oh, I'm so sorry you're so hurt!”

“meh it’s no big deal. How are you doing?”

“I'm good. every once in a while, I’ll move the wrong way and remember my ribs are bruised, but I'm icing myself, and I'm feeling better already.”

“heh, me too, but I think that’s probably the anesthetics. Mom and Mimi had to go, I'm stuck here for the night, do you mind staying on call with me until I go to sleep?”

“of course not sweetheart.”

 The next few days are rather uneventful. After he gets home, he spends most of the day in bed. Mimi brings him his meals and makes sure that he's ok. He feels bad that she's staying home from work for him, but he can’t really convince her not to; as much as he hated it, he was clumsy and really bad at doing most mundane things he could normally do. It was infuriating at first, but he got used to it rather quickly. By the time the next school week begins, he's ready and outside 10 minutes earlier than usual. He tries to start the car. He tries again. He drops his keys. He gets frustrated, picking them up and finally starting the car. He sets his hands on the wheel and realizes the true problem. He flexes his right set of fingers. The cast is too bulky. He can’t wrap his hand around the wheel. He face plants on the wheel in compliance. He steps out and moves to the passenger seat. When Roman and Remus step out, they're surprised to see him out of the driver’s seat. They pop open his door with a questioning glance. He sighs.

“my cast is too big. Can’t wrap my hand around the wheel.”

Roman and Remus share a look. Remus steps over to the driver side, waiting for Roman to get in before hesitantly heading to school.

This time it’s different. Remus and Roman don’t split off to their own groups. They aren’t quite guard dogs, but they definitely pose a threatening image. They get stares and Logan hides in his flannel, hoping to disappear. Remus grits his teeth and is glaring at anyone who looks too long. When Virgil and Patton get in their sights, Virgil's already running over. Patton is following at a jog.

“oh my god L, what did those bastards do to you?”

“meh, broke my wrist, covered me in bruises, you know, the usual. In 2 months, it'll be like it never happened.”

He heard a pop and a scrape against concrete. When he turns around, Remus is walking away and Roman is looking after him and then over to Patton and Virgil.

“can you make sure Logan stays out of trouble please?”

With a nod from them both, he dashes after Remus. When he catches up, Remus is fuming. His fists are clenched and shaking and the grit in his teeth is like cement. Roman rushes in front of him to stop him.

“rem, you need to calm down-”

“he thinks this is funny.”

“what? What do you mean?”

“Logan. He thinks this is a joke. He brushes it off like it’s a scrape, Roman he almost died. He almost died and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything. Do you understand how absolutely terrifying that is? And he thinks it’s just some inconvenience! What would we do without him Ro? Mom may have made sure those kids were kicked out of the school, but they live here. What if they try it again to finish the job? What if there's more kids like them lining up to see him dead because of the person he loves? What does that mean for us? For me? if I was publicly out, would this have happened to me? how do we keep ourselves safe? How do we keep each other safe?”

“I-I don’t know. I- he wasn’t, he wasn’t the one targeted, tech-technically. I-I think they both were just, uh, too-too gay, I think? Eas-easy target? I don’t think anyone’s gonna try anything I think we’ll be fine we just need to calm down. freaking out won’t help any of us. We just- we gotta just cope. That’s all we can do.”

Remus’ fists shook more until they stopped and fell open. He bowed his head and one of his hands instinctively scratched at his neck, ignoring the tears falling from his eyes. He nods wordlessly, wiping his eyes before walking to his friends. Roman stood still for a moment. He wondered how his family had won the lottery on unstable emotions before going to the theatre room, hopefully his safe space would help him relax.

Remus sulked back to the parking lot of the school, smiling a bit seeing his friends looking back at him from next to Damián’s motorcycle. Toby and Remy were giggling, and he saw Damián shove Remy hard enough to knock him on his ass without even looking at him. Remy, true to his nature, continued to laugh. By the time he actually reached them, their giggles had died off for the most part. Damián flashed him a crooked grin and wrapped him in a sort of side hug which Remus quickly turned into a full one, bouncing a bit, throwing a smile on because he was happy now, right? He let him go and Damián stared him in the eyes unspeaking for a moment before the heterochromatic eyes took a worried form and he reached up to Remus’ cheek, wiping some stray tears away. He fixed him another look before letting go.

“what happened re? do I have to kill someone?”

“what? No, it’s just-”

Remus crossed his arms and looked pointedly away from him. He mumbled something out into his hair and tapped his fingers. Damián sent a glare and Remus sighed.

“my brother was put in the hospital last week.”

“what? Wait, you're fucking kidding, is that why you left early last week? Wait wait, was he the one who was attacked in the halls? Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me?”

“it was, I don’t know, I was worried you were going to like, do something. I almost got suspended for protecting him, and with your record I was worried you would get expelled. My mom had to threaten legal action towards the school to reverse my suspension.”

Damián’s eyes went wide, then fell soft. He reached to scratch at his face and nodded.

“yeah, yeah I imagine I would get expelled for murder. But that was last week, you seemed fine the next day, what's happened since?”

“he- my brother isn't taking it seriously. He hasn’t taken it seriously at all. He just, he tried to go back to class the same day because he was worried he would be marked as ditching. He's joking that its fine and it'll just disappear in a couple months and its infuriating! My brother was attacked with his partner because they're both gay and because Patton is genderfluid. If that could happen, what could happen to me or Roman? What could happen to other out LGBT students? Those kids almost got away without any penalties, they still only got expelled, what if they find us and try it again? Damián, my brother could have died, and now so many people are in danger and he doesn’t think it’s anything more than an inconvenience!!!”

Damián stayed quiet and looked thoughtful. He looked back at Remus and let out a breath before starting to speak again.

“I understand why you're upset re. I really do, but unfortunately, both you and your brother are on the schools watchlist now. I overheard the students in the fight were originally going to be suspended, and that means that staff is watching you both and waiting for you guys to mess up, so they have grounds to actually go through with the suspension. You need to be… good I guess, for lack of a better word. Most of your worries, though valid, are unrealistic. You're gonna be ok, so are your brothers. I can’t help make your brother fully realize his mortality, but that’s really an issue he needs to deal with. No one can help him with that.”

Remus nodded, already feeling better; hearing Damián expel his fears always helped him relax. Remy and toby had guilty expressions, they both patted Damián on the shoulder and gave Remus a short hug and did a special handshake before heading out, trying not to get too involved in their personal business. Damián then looked back at him, looking as if he had more to say, and he encouraged him with a smile.

“look, you seem stressed, and you sound like you're a little frustrated with your siblings, how about I take you out for a night? You'd get a chance to decompress, plus, I heard they opened a new sushi joint downtown, and its supposed to be high class good shit. What do you say?”

Remus fought to keep his face under control, his cheeks wanted to redden, and he wasn’t quite ok with that. He smiled wide though, hugging him tightly. When he released him, he still had the smile on his face.

“I’ll have to pass the keys off to Roman, but yeah! That sounds great dee!!!”

The bell sounds and Remus turns to look at the school, turning back quickly with a smile as he heads off to class. Damián stalls a bit, watching him sprint to class with a smile. He shoves off of his motorcycle and strolls to the gate, getting inside right as the staff was shutting them.

 The final bell of the day rings and releases Remus from his infernal English class. He had packed up 5 minutes ago, excited for spending time with Damián. He was the first one out of the door, sprinting towards the parking lot, ignoring the world as he fell into a giddy trance. He reached the lot after Damián, whose class is right next to the gates. Damián was holding his helmet out with a grin, handing it to Remus, who put it on with a little effort to manage his hair. Damián hopped onto his bike and bid Remus do the same.

“you remember how to ride right?”

“mhmm!”

Once he got his balance, he wrapped his arms around Damián’s middle, feeling the blush rise in his cheeks involuntarily. He was glad the helmet hid his face. He peeked his head over Damián's shoulder to indicate that he was ready.

 They were downtown soon; Remus was half wondering if they were speeding the whole way. Damián parked and took the helmet, setting it on the bike, before shoulder bumping Remus and walking to the door of the sushi spot. They went in and it looked futuristic, blue neon lights and black walls, a pond in the front area, and the booths looked like they were in little secluded bamboo rooms. It wasn’t dinner rush yet, so they were seated immediately. They both ordered a total of 5 rolls each and just chatted.

Remus jumped in excitement when he remembered the new drawings he had made, pulling his sketchbook out of his backpack. Damián just smiled and sipped at his bottle of ginger ale. Remus set his book on the table, flipping past some of his older drawings and to his newest ones. There were some silly doodles around the edge of the page, but in the center was a hauntingly gorgeous drawing of a wendigo, its horns cracked and chipped, it was mangled in a painful position. It had deep wounds and weapons sticking through it at certain spots. It looked weirdly realistic. Damián was in awe at all the hyper realism Remus put in his art. When Remus turned the page, Damián wasn’t really expecting an in depth drawing of him. It was a side perspective of him in a desk at school, leant forward over it, hiding his phone as he looked forwards. He gaped at it, seeing the depth in the wrinkles in his leather jacket, the sense of blurred light emitting from the phone, the shadows cast over him, his small patch of vitiligo that crept up his neck, everything in such loving detail. He took the sketch pad and looked closer, seeing little details he had missed at first, his terrible freckles, the detail in his hair, the discolored spots that were on some patches of his jacket from being old and worn. He looked up at Remus who had the audacity to look sheepish and red, or rather, purple in the lights of the booth.

“uh, you looked nice in history today. I was a little inspired. And, uh you were sat still like that for most of the class period.”

There was some emotion bursting through Damián's dual colored eyes, but Remus sucked at reading peoples faces, that was what Logan did. So he just continued to smile shyly as he was stared down by his best friend and crush.

“…this is… incredible Remus! Holy shit, I have been blessed, you have blessed me! oh my god I can’t believe you did this, its so good! how do you just do this?”

“huh? Oh, uh, I was bored, that’s all. And its not that good, it’s missing a few really key details.”

“like what?”

“oh, um well you had your necklace on and it was too difficult for me to draw at the right scale, so I just didn’t draw it, your bracelets are blank, your like, your fang? Was stuck out a little bit but I couldn’t figure out how to draw the dip in your lip, so I erased it. Your hair was more messed up, but every time I draw messy hair it looks wrong, so I just drew it like normal-”

“like normal?”

“yeah, I have a few other drawings of you back at home, and when I draw you from memory, I draw your hair like this.”

“I didn’t know you drew people rem!”

“I uh, I don’t, really. I only ever draw you…”

Damián looked ready to say something else when the waiter came in with their food. Remus put away his sketchbook and he seemed have realized he had lost his chance.

 After they had finished, Damián took them to a park nearby. It was in the middle of the town square, and they sat and talked, huddled together. It was mid-January, and freezing, but they refused to go home yet. While Remus was mid-sentence he stopped. Damián was confused as he stood up with a grin. He spun in a circle before directing his grin to Damián.

“it’s snowing!!!”

Damián looked up and smiled, standing up as well. Remus bounced in excitement, and Damián had a fond expression directed towards him. He felt the last of his resolve break when a giggle escaped from Remus. He walked over, placed a hand on a now confused Remus’ cheek and kissed him. It lasted less than a second before he pulled away, backing up as the fear filled his eyes. Remus stood still; brain having gone blank.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, oh my god Remus I'm so sor-”

Remus rushed to Damián, arms wrapping around his neck and kissing him with all the passion he had wanted to for so so long. Damián wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist, pulling him closer before picking him up and spinning him around in a circle. He set him back down and broke the kiss again. He reached a hand up, brushing the strand of green hair out Remus’ face.

“never mind, I uh, I don’t think I'm sorry after all.”

“good.”

“hey, it’s getting late and I don’t think I want to leave quite yet. My place is pretty close, you want to just stay the night?”

Remus could barely focus on what he had said, far too busy gazing star struck into his eyes. Once he had fully processed what was said he smiled even wider and nodded.

“yeah. Yeah that sounds great. I’ll text my mom later.”

They stood there swaying together for a few more minutes in the snow before deciding that if they stayed any longer that the ride back to Damián's would be awful. When they get to his house, its late enough that his parents are asleep. They quietly go to Damián's room, and curl up together, falling asleep easily.

 The next morning, they leave for school early to miss Damián's parents and stop at a fast food joint before they arrive. They're still there 45 minutes before the first bell rings and they just chat absently, Damián letting one of his arms wrap around Remus’ waist as they waited for people to arrive. Remy and toby approach with cocky grins.

“finally, they get together, it’s about time!”

“man, does this mean we’ll have to deal with 3 am calls about Re’s eyes even more?”

“oh my ra shut the fuck up you twerps.”

“love you too dee!”

Shortly after, Roman rushes over with Logan close behind, both with angry expressions. Remus makes himself small, suddenly remembering a key detail he had forgotten yesterday.

“Remus what the fuck?! Where were you? You gave me the keys and then fucking disappeared; mom is losing her shit; she thinks you're dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“uhhh, I guess I forgot to text her. Oops? I uh. I stayed the night with Damián, sorry. It was late and it started snowing. Sorry”

Roman and Logan both seemed to deflate. Logan took a look at Remus and Damián and shot an inquisitive eyebrow to them.

“I hope it was a simple staying the night and not something I might have to get expelled for?”

Remus’ eyes blew wide open and he took a sidestep out of Dees grasp. He rubbed his arm nervously as he felt a blush rise in his cheeks.

“NO! no it was just, just a couple of uh, du-dudes being bros! bros being dudes!”

“a couple of dudes being gay-”

“REMY I WILL CUT YOUR DICK OFF WITH SAFETY SCISSORS IF YOU DON���T SHUT YOUR FUCKING TRAP!”

Logan let out a chuckle then turned around, beckoning Roman do the same.

“come on Ro, let’s leave baby bro alone with his friends. Don’t get into too much trouble Rem!”

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How to Survive a Factory Tour - Chapter 6

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction

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It’s the day before the tour. Tomorrow, I’m gonna get to see the greatest factory of all time. And how am I spending the day before?

Working! Woo. Fun.

With there being only a single day left before the tour, I expect Remy to come in and say the final ticket was won. However, just like four days ago, when I won mine, Remy doesn’t say a word about a new ticket winner when he comes and picks up a drink. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. There would always be a chance one of the tickets would just go unfound.

I still can’t quite believe it. I won a freaking ticket. For these past four days, people have been coming in solely to talk to me and get photos and stuff. I even reunited with a friend from high school I had before I dropped out. It was good to see Elliot again, though it sucks to hear they still haven’t broken up with Mitchell. Mitchell’s a dick.

I finish serving regular customer Kai and his friends, before I turn to the two new customers who came in. “Hey, what can I get ya?”

”Two hot chocolates and, Talyn, what did Logan want?”

”Just a black coffee.”

”On it.” I turn and start preparing the drinks. As I do however, the customer named Talyn seems to recognise me.

”Holy shit! You’re Virgil Sanders, right? Fourth golden ticket winner?”

”Oh, uh, yeah.”

Talyn and the other person with them share a glance, before turning around and calling to a table in the corridor. “Logan! Come over here!”

I follow their eyeline to see none other than Logan Berry at the table. Logan looks up from the book in his hands upon hearing his name, before standing and coming over. “What’s the matter?”

Talyn gestures to me, and I give a small awkward wave. Logan looks up at me and gives a nod, finally understanding. “Oh, you’re Virgil Sanders, correct? I’m Logan Berry, the second ticket winner, and these are my friends Joan and Talyn. It’s nice to meet you.”

”You too,” I reply, shaking his hand as he offers it to me. “I didn’t think I’d be meeting any of the other winners until tomorrow.”

”Me neither. But at least we’ll have some time to get to know each other before the tour.”

I nod, moving to start getting their drinks ready. I guess I should start some small talk. “So, uh... How was the flight over?”

Logan shrugs. “It was fine.”

”Really?” Joan raises an eyebrow. “I distinctly remember you calling it ‘seven hours of hell” when we landed.”

Logan glares as I chuckle. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t talk about that.”

”Nah, it’s fine,” I reply. “Plane anxiety’s understandable. I’m honestly glad I’ve never been abroad, I’d freak out.”

”Thank you! At least someone understands my fear.” Logan continues side-eyeing Joan.

The conversation continues as I get their drinks. However, just as I slide them their finished drinks, I can’t help but feel like I’m being watched. I turn to look towards the door.

-

I came in here to get Emile and I hot chocolates and cookies, I didn’t expect this! Virgil Sanders is there behind the counter. Uh oh, he’s noticed me staring. Guess I should go introduce myself.

”Come on, kiddo.” I take Emile’s hand, bringing him over to the counter, waiting to be served. However, that’s when I notice who Virgil’s serving.

Logan Berry.

I feel my face burn up and avert my eyes. Try not to stare, Patton, you don’t want to creep him out.

”Pat, look! It’s the other winners!”

Oh, Emile... I love you, but I wish you were quieter.

Logan and his friends look in my direction, as does Virgil. I sigh, giving a small wave, before going up to them. “Hi, I’m Patton Picani, though you probably know me better first winner. Nice to meet you guys.”

”You too,” Virgil replies. “I’m Virgil Sanders. By the way, I know I’m edgy and dark, but you don’t need to stare from a distance.”

I chuckle, scratching the back of my neck. “Yeah, sorry about that...”

”Eh, it’s nothing.”

”Well, it’s nice to meet you Patton.” Logan steps forward, holding out his hand for me to shake. Gosh, his accent is cute. “Logan Berry.”

Now he’s stepped out from between his two friends, I finally get my first good look at Logan and...

AAAAAAHOWISHESOCUTEAAAAAAAA!

First thing that strikes me: his height and body. He’s surprisingly short and curvy. It’s adorable.

Then his eyes. Sapphire blue. So pretty.

The best way to describe the rest of him is like Snow White. Skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony.

I’m comparing him to a Disney Princess...

Yep, this is love.

I shake Logan’s hand, smiling and hoping I’m not blushing too much. “Good to meet you, Logan! Who’re your friends?”

”Joan and Talyn.” The two in question wave to me, so I wave back.

”And I’m Emile! Patton’s brother!” Emile smiles, stepping forward. I guess he got annoyed I hadn’t introduced him yet, and decided to take the matter into his own hands. Sorry, Em.

”Heya, kid,” Virgil greets. “I have a brother too. Maybe after my shift’s over I can introduce you all to him. He’d love to meet you guys.”

”That sounds great!” I smile.

”When do you get off work?” Joan asks.

”Um... Well, an hour. I understand if you don’t want to wait that long- “

I sit down at the table nearest the counter, Emile following and plopping down in the chair next to mine.

”Guys, you really don’t have- “

Logan takes a seat beside me, Joan and Talyn dragging over chairs for themselves. Virgil blinks at us in surprise.

”Oh... okay... Um, Patton, Emile, what did you want?”

”Two hot chocolates and two chocolate chip cookies, please, Virge!”

As Virgil starts preparing our drinks, we all continue to talk about all sorts. What we think Wonka’s factory will be like, our plans after the tour, and the random icebreaker questions and conversations everyone has when they first meet. However, when Virgil’s just about to bring up something about the previous Wonka tour, two people come over.

”Virgil, biiiiiitch! You’ll never believe who I ran into!”

I whisper to Emile not to repeat that word, before giving the newcomers a look over. I recognise them both from news reports. One is Virgil’s friend Remy Sleep, and the other...

”Roman Prince, at your service.”

I smile. “That’s awesome, the gang’s all here!”

Remy and Roman finally acknowledge us sat at the table. Remy gasps. “No waaaay, you all came here?! That’s lit! Hey, Remy Sleep, nice to meet you all.”

We all introduce ourselves to Remy and Roman, and they both drag chairs over, giving Virgil their orders. After, we continue our conversations from before with Remy and Roman joining in.

”I had no idea there was a book about the previous tour! What’s it called again?”

”Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. But I warn you, it gets weird.”

”Gurl, not to mention I think one of the scenes sparked a fetish.”

”What?!”

”I’m not surprised. Rule 34, guys, if it exists there’s porn of it.”

”Can we not talk about this? Em’s only ten...”

”Right, sorry.”

”What do you mean when you say the story gets weird?” Logan leans forward, looking up at Virgil, eyes intent with curiosity. I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in my chest.

”Well, the whole thing’s based off what the four kids said happened to them. And based on what they said, I think it’s safe to say they’re not exactly mentally stable.”

”You can’t just say that!” Roman replies. “Come on, you need to tell us the whole thing! What did they say happened to them?”

”Well, first- “

”Excuse me?”

Virgil is interrupted by a new voice. Someone else has arrived at our table. A guy our age, brown hair, heterochromia, one eye brown, the other yellow. He’s wearing a yellow button-up t-shirt and black pants. His most defining feature is the scales. The left side of his face looks like a snake’s. It seems like the scales are on more than his face. I guess they’re in patches all over his body, as there’s a green scaled patch on the back of his right hand.

”I wish you’d told me we were all meeting up, I would have arrived sooner.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the fifth and final golden ticket. “Ethan D. Ceitful. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

”I don’t remember seeing you on the news...” Logan mutters.

”I’m a rather private person. I preferred to keep it quiet, stay out of the limelight.” He pulls another chair over and joins the group.

”Well, congrats on finding it!” I smile. “I’m guessing you already know our names, huh?”

Ethan nods. “Yes, Patton, Logan, Roman and Virgil, correct?” We all nod. “Excellent. Good to know I remembered correctly. By the way, you can continue your conversation from before I arrived, I’ll catch up. I’m sorry for interrupting by the way.”

”It’s no problem,” Roman reassures. “Virgil, you were saying about the previous tour?’

-

I don’t like this Ethan guy. It’s like I’m the only one to see that he has scales. Freaking scales! I don’t trust it, not at all...

However, I answer Roman’s question. “Yeah, um... One said they fell in a river of chocolate- “

”That sounds awesome!” Patton cuts over me. “Swimming in and drinking the delicious chocolatey goodness...”

”-and was then sucked away by a pipe and almost died in a fudge boiler,” Ethan finishes. “I’ve read the book too.”

”Oh...”

”Interesting...” Logan mumbles. ‘What else?”

”Wait!” Patton spoke up. “I don’t think this is appropriate for Emile.”

”What?! Pat, I’m fine! Please, I wanna hear!”

”No, Em. I think it’s best you don’t hear such dark topics at your age.”

”I’m ten, Pat, I’m not a baby...”

”No, Emile.”

Emile huffs, folding his arms, but mutters a small. “Fine...”

”Wait, so none of us can hear? That seems unfair,” Roman says.

”Life in general can be unfair,” Logan replies, sipping his coffee. “It’s best you just get used to it.”

I like this kid. His philosophy seems pretty similar to mine.

”Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine...”

”Hey, if anyone’s the ray of sunshine here, it’s obviously me.” I smirk. “It’s just so obvious in my dead-inside eyes with bags as dark as my soul.”

Patton lets out a small noise that I can only assume is concern. I just shrug. “It’s what happens when you live a life of poverty.”

”Poverty?” Joan asks as everyone starts looking at me, concerned.

”What? You couldn’t guess based off the state of my place in the interview, the fact I’m wearing the same clothes as then, and I’m working during the holidays?”

”I guess you’re right... though the footage on the news was heavily cropped and edited,” Ethan explains. “It’s like they pitied you, so they tried their best to not make you look poor as much as they possibly could.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, the news... The most trustworthy of sources...”

At that moment, there’s the sound of a phone vibrating. Everyone but me automatically checks whether it’s theirs. Logan is the one to answer his phone.

”Yes, Mum? ... Mum, you do realise I’m in Florida, correct? ... I won a golden ticket! The tour’s tomorrow, I even wrote it in the calendar in the kitchen. How did you not know? ... No, I can’t come back! I’m sorry, but going to Robert’s award ceremony isn’t my top priority right now. Anyway, why should I when you, Dad and Robert have never come to any of- “

He pauses, sighing, pulling the phone away from his ear. Joan and Talyn share a glance before both patting his shoulder comfortingly.

”It’s fine,” Logan reassures them before turning to the rest of us. “It’s family stuff, you don’t need to worry about it.”

”Are you sure?” Patton asks, looking the most concerned out of all of us. “That didn’t sound too great...”

”Really, it’s fine. I... I don’t like talking about it. Especially not with strangers who I only met today.”

”Understandable,” Ethan nods. “You don’t know you can trust us yet.”

I raise an eyebrow. It’s fishy he was the one to bring up that we can’t trust each other yet. Almost like a subtle warning we can’t trust him especially... I’m onto this guy.

”Exactly,” Logan nods in agreement. “It would be illogical to tell you the details of my family life when we’ve hardly talked.”

”How about, to solve that problem, we exchange numbers?” Roman suggests. “That way, we cant talk as much as we want before the tour tomorrow, properly get to know each other beforehand.”

”And you can all give me the details,” Remy adds.

”Sounds great!” Patton grins.

The others all start exchanging their phone numbers while I stand there and watch. Roman soon turns to me. “So, what’s your number, JD-lightful?”

I scoff. “You think I can afford a phone?”

There’s a pause.

”I can give you his address, then you can communicate the old-fashioned way,” Remy speaks up. “It’s 153...”

Remy gives them my address, and right after, Patton gets a text message. It’s from his parents, he leaves with Emile just after. Logan, Joan and Talyn are next, then Remy and then Ethan. It’s just Roman and I.

”Can I just ask, what was with the nickname ‘JD-lightful’?” I ask.

”Well, you seem just as edgy as him.”

”As who?”

Roman stares at me for a moment. “You know... JD from Heathers?” He looks pretty offended by my blank stare. “You’ve never heard of Heathers? You are missing out on a great musical, my dark friend!”

He starts babbling, going on about the plot of this musical. And then another musical, Dear Evan Hansen, and then another, Be More Chill, then Hamilton, then- Oh my gosh, does he ever shut up? I don’t know for sure whether he’s crossed the line from passionate to obsessed yet, but I have a hunch he has.

I listen to it all though. I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do. And, anyway, if I’m never going to be able to experience these musicals live at a theatre, then I may as well hear them from someone who knows them like the back of their hand.

You know, it’s pretty nice. Kinda feels like I’m back at school and listening to my friends talking about movies and video games they’d played over the weekend. Great, now I’m getting nostalgic.

Roman eventually does come to a stop, and I smirk at him. “I’m gonna take a wild guess... and say you really like musicals?”

Roman lets out a fake dramatic gasp. “How did you know?! My secret is exposed!”

I chuckle. “Not exactly the best at keeping secrets in that case, Princey.”

”Princey?”

”You give me a nickname, I give you one.” I give an overdramatic bow. “Your royal highness.”

Roman smiles. “Thank you for addressing me with my proper title.”

I laugh. I guess I was right with my first impression of him being stuck-up asshole...

But the good kind of stuck up asshole.

-

I stretch my arms as I step out onto the balcony of our hotel room, hearing my joints pop as I do so. Apparently, air conditioning hasn’t been turned on in our room yet as it is sweltering hot. I’d taken off my flannel shirt and changed from jeans to shorts, but it didn’t make it any better. Somehow Joan and Talyn are tolerating the heat, but I couldn’t take it and had to step outside. It’s slightly cooler, though still pretty hot. Given that my body’s used to the cold, wind and rain of London, it makes sense it would not be adapted for the heat here.

I lean on the railing of the balcony, overlooking the town around, the sky orange as the sun grows closer to the horizon.

My mind wanders back to the phone call I got from my mum earlier. I can’t believe her... Not only does she not care about me enough to notice I won a worldwide competition and flew to America, but she had the audacity to refer to me as-

”Logan! Hi!”

I’m pulled from my thoughts by the yell, turning to the balcony next to mine. “Patton?”

He’s stood there, smiling brightly. “Looks like we’re neighbours! Isn’t that awesome?”

I can’t help but smile a little at his enthusiasm. “Yes, it is a nice coincidence.”

Okay, there’s something I need to admit. I can’t help but find Patton rather... adorable. He’s just rather sweet, friendly and welcoming. All the things I was never shown in my upbringing.

Not to mention his smile... It could figuratively light up a room.

Patton continues. “Ooh, I like your crop top! Galaxy pattern, cool!”

I feel my face burn ever so slightly, eyes looking down at my, um... crop top. “Thank you...”

”It looks pretty tight, though. You sure you’re not uncomfortable?”

”Oh, no, I’m fine. It’s, um, supposed to be like that.”

”Okay, good! Wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable or hurt, especially the day before the tour!”

Did I mention caring when I said what made me attracted to him? Because that applies too, his is very caring.

”Speaking of which,” Patton continues, “are you excited?”

”Well, I initially I didn’t get the ticket for the tour itself, more so just to prove a point to my brother.” I pause, my eyes drifting to the colossal factory a few streets away. “However, now we’re here, I must say, I am extremely intrigued.”

”Yeah, I’m excited too! Definitely gonna miss breakfast tomorrow so I have enough room for all those sweets,” Patton replies, looking over to the factory as well. “It’s gonna be the best day of my life!”

His sky-blue eyes seem to sparkle as he talks, his round glasses magnifying them slightly, making him look even more wide and expressive. My face is on fire at this point, and I know for a fact I won’t be able to hide it from him when he turns back to look at me. Luckily, Emile steps out onto the balcony with Patton and comes to my rescue.

”Pat, pizza’s here!”

”Oh, looks like I gotta go.” Patton turns and gives me a wave. “Bye, Lo! See you tomorrow!”

”Goodbye, Patton,” I smile back, before we both turn and step back into our hotel room.

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Dance, Dance

Part Three: Fairy God-Patton

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Pairings: Analogical and Royality (past sleeplogical)

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Sleep/Remy, Deceit/Dominic, October/Toby, September/Ember

Warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, sexual humor, crude comments, bullying, making out, abusive deceit, mentions of vomiting (just one word), step parents, food mentions, and possibly something else

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“Patton, I don’t think I’m going to go to the ball...” Virgil didn’t dare look up from where he was picking away at his nylon tights. He already knew the look that Patton was giving him; he didn’t need to see it.

“What?! Virge, I’ve been working on our dresses for two weeks! You can’t cancel on me the day of!”

“I know, but come on, Pat. It’s Valentine’s day, and we don’t even have dates. It would just be miserable. Guys don’t even know that I exist. At least you’re cute!”

The glare that Patton gave Virgil was hot enough to melt steel. He pushed himself off of his elbows and into a sitting position on Virgil’s bed. “It’s a masquerade! Nobody will know who you are, and you can just flirt with cute guys.”

“Oh my god,” Virgil sighed. “It’s even worse because it’s a masquerade! First of all, you can’t even tell which guys are cute because they’re, you know, wearing a mask.”

“Hush. Let me tell you how this will go. We go to the masquerade ball, and you’ll be able to just be you instead of a fabrication of yourself made by this lame-ass high school hierarchy! Not to mention that you don’t even have to worry about making a fool of yourself because no one will know who you are if you don’t want to reveal your identity. You’ll find some guy who can dance well and looks super hot, and it’ll be--”

Virgil cut him off with a laugh. “Patton, dude, we have got to practice you breathing during rants.”

“Don’t distract me. You’re going to the ball, and that’s final, kiddo.”

“Yeah, righ--shit! I forgot to start cleaning!” Virgil jumped up from his chair and ran out the door.

“Bye!”

“Daddy!” Toby screeched, walking into where Dominic was getting a massage. “We were on our way to get manicures--you know, for the ball?”

“And?”

“And I heard Virgl talking about going to the ball!”

Dominic pushed himself up slightly, looking at his twins. “Oh, no… That won’t do at all.”

“Make him clean my room!” Ember said.

“And my closet! I think something died in there,” added Toby.

“Oh, no. I have a very special place for him to clean…”

“Virgil!”

With a muted groan, Virgil glanced up at Dominic. He was dressed in that stupid yellow bathrobe that he wore after massages, and he had equally ugly slippers on his feet. Virgil fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Next week is the twins’ sixteenth birthday--”

“Wait, didn’t they turn sixteen last year?”

Dominic pursed his lips. “Yes, and they will continue to turn sixteen until I tell them to stop. Anyway, you need to have the menu in order by tomorrow so that I can approve it. Oh, and I’m going out clubbing with what’s-his-face tonight, and it’s my turn to throw the afterparty. We will be back by midnight, so I expect that this house will be absolutely spotless upon my return.”

“Dominic, I’ve cleaned every inch of this place.”

“Oh, no, you haven’t.” Dominic smirked. “You’re going to clean my bedroom. Follow me.”

If he hadn’t promised Patton that he’d stay alive through senior year, Virgil probably would have dropped dead that instant from sheer horror. Slowly, he pushed himself up; his feet numbly moved to follow Dominic up the stairs. In the ten years that he’d been living with Dominic, there hadn’t been a single instance where Virgil had gone into Dominic’s room. This was completely uncharted territory.

And, holy shit, it was awful.

Mounds of clothes in all shapes, sizes, and colors were scattered around the room. Old pizza boxes and take-out containers littered every surface, and, god, there was rancid food just laying on the floor. Natural light wouldn’t even filter through the blinds because they were so coated in dust, and the overhead lamp was barely any better. Virgil didn’t even know if this could be classified as a bedroom--it looked and smelled more like a dump.

“Dominic.” Virgil winced as his voice squeaked. “I’d need heavy equipment to clean this place. For example, a flamethrower and thirty gallons of bleach.”

“Don’t sass me, smarty pants! I can still take away your school privileges, too. You can say goodbye to those trendy little friends of yours. Or, should I say, friend, Mr. Not-So-Popular.” Dominic laughed at his joke and turned to leave, but he slipped on something and stumbled. A fucking fish stick. “Oh, and clean up these fish sticks. They’ve been here since Lent.” The door shut as he exited so violently that dust fluttered down from the ceiling fan like gray snow. Virgil sneezed.

“Gross.” While picking his way to the bed, Virgil examined the room. It was so much more disgusting up close than it was from the doorway. Gingerly, so that he wouldn’t accidentally touch anything that had the possibility of killing him, he sat down and picked up the phone, dialing Patton’s number.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?”

“Pat, I can’t go to the ball. Dominic’s making me clean his room tonight, and there’s no way I’ll get done in time.”

“Oh my god,” Patton’s words were slightly jumbled, and Virgil was pretty sure that he was eating a cookie. “You’re in his lair?!”

“Dude, there are species of bugs in here still unknown to science. It’ll take me days to get this done--not even including whatever hell Dominic puts me through for not getting it all clean tonight.”

“I think I have an idea--” Patton was cut off by a click.

“Hello? Virgil, when I said no phone, I meant the landline, too!”

Virgil panicked, not wanting to bear any more punishment. “Sorry! Pat, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you on Monday.”

The phone slammed down on the dock with far more force than Virgil expected, and he flinched back. Something sticky and wet was suddenly under his hand. Gulping, he looked back and saw melted chocolate all over the silk sheets. Virgil felt lucky that it wasn’t some expired pizza, but it was still not ideal.

With a sigh, Virgil stood up to gather an entire cleaning service worth of supplies.

The doorbell rang at around nine thirty. Virgil had barely made a dent in the mess, and he’d honestly resorted to just throwing everything into garbage bins to burn. Eight of them were full already. Eight.

Virgil opened the door. “Patton! Hey, how are--Patton, please don’t tell me that those are our dresses.”

“Sorry. They are!” Patton smiled unapologetically.

“Dude, I can’t go. End of story.”

“What if I could tell you that you could go to the ball, and the room would be completely clean when you get back?”

Virgil paused, looking quizzically at Patton. “I’d say that you’re amazing, but, Pat, you can’t stay here and clean alone. That wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Patton’s grin widened. “Who said that I was alone?” He stepped out of the way, and three adults came into view. One was tall with purple hair similar to Virgil’s, the next was slightly shorter with a bright orange beanie, and the last was adorably short with colorful hair. “Virgil, meet my cousin’s boyfriend and his friends. They own a cleaning company, and were nice enough to help. Guys, meet Virgil.”

The tall one spoke up, smiling sweetly. “Oh, you’re going to the ball? That’s awesome!”

Virgil nodded as Patton spoke again. “We sure are! Thomas, Joan, and Talyn are going to clean for you. They’re the sweetest, really. Well, they’re super weird, but they’re nice, too.”

The one in the beanie scoffed. “Yeah, as if you aren’t any better! Plus, Thomas is pretty normal.” They nudged the smaller one. “Talyn is pretty weird, though. They don’t really have anything to say otherwise.” Talyn punched Joan on the shoulder in retaliation, but they both laughed.

Virgil smiled as he watched what was happening. As much as it hurt to see such a healthy, family-like dynamic, he was really happy that Patton had such wonderful people in his life. As soon as the bantering died off, he showed the cleaning crew upstairs. Just before he opened the doors to the bedroom, Virgil glanced back. “It’s a mess in there. I’m just warning you now.”

“Oh, that’s alright!” Thomas said. “Our motto is ‘there’s no mess that’s too messy!’”

Virgil shrugged and opened the doors. Bins lined the walls, and most of the mountains of dirty clothes still remained. It looked the same--if not worse--as it did when Virgil had started six hours earlier.

“Holy shmokes. That… That’s too messy, Patton.”

“Thomas, you promised!” Patton threw on his best puppy eyes, and Thomas all but groaned in complacency. “Thanks! I love you!” In a flash, he grabbed Virgil’s hand and sprinted out of the bedroom to Virgil’s room in the pool house.

“Geez, Pat, slow down!”

“I can’t! We’ve got to get ready!” The door to Virgil’s room slammed shut behind them, and with shining eyes, Patton held out one of the clothes bags. “Get dressed. We’re going to that ball.”

Part Four

[chungledown-bimothy]

Trust Me: Chapter 6

I’m so sorry it too so long- for some reason, I just couldn’t get into Virgil’s head for this one. Thank you so much for your patience <3 

Chapter 1 Chapter 5 AO3 Chapter 7

Warnings: swearing, mention of death/funerals, brief mention of homophobia (it’s as fluffy as this one’s gonna get, y’all)

Word Count: 2023

Tag List: @ccecode​ @emo-sanders-sides-loving-unicorn​ @ren-allen​ @ilovemygaydad​ @bloodropsblog​ @funsizedgremlin​ @raygelkitty​ @roxiefox23​ @thomasthesandersengine​ @spookyingarbageisland​ @band-be-boss-blog​

Thursday

Virgil stared at the empty conversation for what felt the millionth time, trying to find the right words. Fuck it. I need to just do this. Like a bandaid. I can do this.

[To:Patton]- Hey Patton, this is Virgil.

[To:Patton]- From your coffee shop the other day.

Fuck, that was bad. Well, there's nothing I can do about it now. He opened the case files he brought home to review, trying to distract himself, but gave up after about 10 minutes and started watching The Office for the fifteenth time. He was three episodes in when his phone went off.

[Patton]- Hi!! I hope this doesn't come across as pushy or anything, but do you wanna go out sometime? I'm really bad at communicating through text, and I think you're really cute

[Virgil<3]- it totally doesn't. Yeah, I'd love to meet up. What are you up to on Saturday?

[Patton]- Going to the de Young with you, hopefully? I have a membership

[Virgil<3]- That would be amazing!! I've been dying to go see the Monet exhibition.

[Patton]- Me too! I'll pick you up at noon on Saturday, then?

[Virgil<3]- Sounds great!

[Patton]- I can't wait! I guess I don't need to ask where you live lol

[Virgil<3]- haha yeah I guess not. I'll see you then :)

Virgil put his phone down and took a deep breath. Holy SHIT am I really doing this?? Patton's so cute, but I'm a mess. But it's Monet at the de Young, and Patton seems so… good. Like, too good for me. God, I'm really good fuck this up, aren't I?

[Patton]- Take a deep breath; it's gonna be great. There's absolutely no need to worry :)

… Holy fuck I'm so gay. Patton had attached a selfie with a huge smile and a thumbs-up.

-

Saturday

Taking a deep breath, Virgil looked in the mirror and adjusted his tie. He didn't even wear ties to work, but a date to see Monet's works in person deserved better than his everyday work attire, let alone his usual weekend outfit of a t-shirt, an old hoodie with purple plaid patches, and black jeans. He tried not to think about the last time he wore the black tie, but he couldn't shut the train of thought off fast enough.

-

It's raining. Of course it is. He loved the rain so much; it's only fitting it's raining when we have to say goodbye.

"He'd hate that we're all here being sad, you know. He'd say we were being lame and that he deserves something more fabulous. He'd also be pissed that I'm talking to you, not him, at an event about him, even if it is his funeral. So, Remy, you dramatic, self-absorbed ass, I'm standing in front of all of these people, and I'm gonna talk to just you.

First of all, I'm more sorry than I can say. You told me he would be willing to break his rules, and I didn't trust you. You were always right, and I hated that. If you were here, you'd tell me to shut the fuck up and say that I know I love you. I absolutely and completely love you. And that's why it kills me that I couldn't protect you. You weren't just my partner, you were my best friend, and I failed at the absolute minimum. God, Remy, you deserved so much better. I'm sorry I couldn't be better.

But fuck this melancholy shit. You told me once that you wanted to put the 'fun' in funeral. So, everybody," Virgil continued, addressing the crowd again, "as Remy said so often, 'let's cut the shit and drink'. Scandals downtown is ready and waiting for us to fuck shit up in his memory."

-

Coming back to the present, Virgil wiped the tear from his cheek and rolled up the sleeves of his purple dress shirt. Patton's gonna be here any minute; I need to finish getting ready.

Before he knew it, there was a knock at the door. He took a deep breath and was glad he did when he opened the door and briefly forgot how to breathe, because standing there on his doorstep was 5 feet and 7 inches of the most beauty Virgil had ever seen in one person. Patton wasn't the most conventionally attractive- whereas society as a whole prized hard lines and defined muscles, Patton was soft lines and the kindest eyes imaginable. Virgil couldn't explain why, but Patton exuded kindness and trustworthiness. He didn't realize he'd been staring until the sound of a throat clearing startled him.

"Oh, um, I was staring, huh?" Virgil asked, embarrassed.

Patton nodded, blushing. "Yeah, but I was too. You look really good."

"Thanks, you do too, but I guess you already knew that I feel that way." In his efforts to avoid eye contact, Virgil noticed the pin on Patton's shirt- simply reading 'they/them'. "Are those your pronouns?"

"Yeah, they are." Patton's posture immediately shifted- standing straighter and narrowing their eyes. "Is that a problem?"

"Not in the slightest." He smiled when Patton visibly relaxed, their megawatt smile returning in full force.

"Wonderful! Now, let's go see some art almost as beautiful as you. I'll drive." Patton winked and started walking. It took Virgil a second to remember how to breathe, let alone move, but he quickly caught up once he did. He stopped short again when he saw their car- a classic black VW Beetle in perfect condition.

"Holy shit, Patton. Your car is gorgeous."

"Oh my goodness thank you! She was my dad's."

"Like I said, it's- she's beautiful. Maintenance must be a nightmare, though. What year is she?"

"1955. Maintenance isn't that bad- my dad taught me how to keep her in shape after I came out in high school. He thought getting my hands dirty would turn me into 'a real man'."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Pat." They shrugged.

"It's no big deal. Joke's on him- I'm still queer as hell, but now I can keep this beauty in good shape. Get in! She's old, but she won't bite!" Laughing, Virgil got in the car, and they left for the museum.

-

"Monet was a founder of Impressionism as a counterpoint to Realism, which had been popular for about ten years before Impressionism started developing and twenty-four years before the term Impressionism was first used.

Realism grew in popularity with the rise of photography; artists wanted their works to look objectively real, and strove to remove emotion. They largely focused on the working class and depicted life as it was, without any sentimentality or heroism.

Monet never really bought into that. His early works works, though chronologically in the Realism era, were always painted with intense emotion, and he rarely painted people. He began playing with the concept that what we understand of reality is just our perception, and he was far from alone in those thoughts. Marx held that belief as well, going further and saying that all we have in our minds are ideologies, not facts or truths, and they act as filters, shaping everything we experience.

Rousseau died two centuries before the rise of Impressionism, but he summed up the philosophy well when he said 'I feel before I think'. Monet's paintings, while indistinct and 'messy' up close, evoke strong emotion only when one looks at the piece as a whole. We feel it before we get close enough to see and think about what it's really made of." Strictly speaking, Virgil didn't need to be speaking softly into Patton's ear with his hand on their waist, standing so closely behind them that he could feel the movement of their chest with each breath. Neither of them, however, would ever dream of complaining.

Patton reluctantly stepped out of Virgil's embrace and turned to look at him in awe. "That's incredible, Virgil. How do you know all that?"

"Oh, um, thanks. I really like art philosophy, and Monet is my favorite artist. I dunno, something about making order out of chaos is really calming."

"I feel the same way! Life is sorta like a puzzle, or Monet's brush strokes. Each one, taken individually, doesn't make much sense. We all feel and experience things like that, things that are confusing or sometimes even scary. But as we keep going, we find more and more pieces, and things make more and more sense. Feeling like a half-missing puzzle set is okay, as long as we remember the big picture. If any of that makes sense." Patton chuckled nervously, scratching behind his ear.

"No, it made perfect sense. What would you say the big picture is?"

"Well, I'd say it's doing as much good as possible. Whether it's big things, like being a doctor, firefighter, or teacher, like my brother, or small things, like putting a smile on someone's face with a pun or a good cup of coffee. It's our duty as people to make the world around us a better place, however we can."

"That's a really beautiful way of looking at things, Patton." Virgil gave them a small smile. He started to say more, but he was interrupted by the growling of his stomach. "Oh, shit. I was so nervous this morning, I forgot to eat. Wanna go to the cafe and get lunch? My treat, since you still haven't let me pay you back for the coffee."

"I told you, it was a gift! And don't think for a second that I didn't notice that you tipped almost triple what you would have paid if I had charged you." Their smirk was only slightly lessened by the fact that they had to tilt their head back slightly to make eye contact.

"You got me there, but I'm still buying. No, stop that- no amount of puppy dog eyes can change my mind."

"Well, you can't blame a guy for trying." Patton shrugged. "Alright, let's go get some food. You're already almost alarmingly skinny- if we don't get some food in you, you might disappear altogether." Patton started walking backwards towards the cafe, not breaking eye contact.

"Hey! I'm a perfectly normal weight for my height." Virgil started walking too, shaking his head.

"Which is what, 6'3? You need to eat more than the average person, not less. Skipping meals isn't good for you, kiddo."

"I know that. You're just really cute, and I got nervous," he admitted, blushing.

"Flattery will get you everywhere. Now come on, let's eat." They winked before turning around and skipping away. Virgil followed, completely smitten.

------------------------------

"Mr. Dean, a minute?" Logan called after his least favorite student. It was almost 7 pm- students on campus at this hour outside of football season was unheard of, and the last game of the season was weeks ago.

"Greetings and salutations, Mr. Reed. It's JD, though. Mr. Dean is my father." He sauntered to Logan, disdain clear on his face. Logan couldn't be sure if it was towards himself, Mr. Dean, or both.

"Yes, erm, JD, what are you doing on campus so late? Your attendance record in my class alone indicates a disinclination towards being here during school hours, let alone so late."

"That's just the thing, Mr. Reed. No one wants me to be here now."

"Ah, I see. A contrarian. It's not safe to be out here alone, however. The sun set hours ago, and there's a killer on the loose, if the news is to be believed. Come with me, I'll drive you home."

"Thanks, sir, but I'm fine. I'm a fighter, you see. Let the bastard come after me- it'll be the last mistake he ever makes."

"Save the bravado for your peers. I will not take no for an answer- if anything happened to you, it would be on my conscience. My car is in the parking lot. Go." Logan commanded.

"If you insist." He gave a mocking bow before turning away from Logan and walking to the car. If he turned back around, he would have seen a cold, malicious smile spread across his teacher's face. He didn't turn around.

[sakurabaneku]

KATSUCON HOLY FUCK

it was such a whirlwind weekend i dont even know what happened everything happened

i somehow managed to miss going to ANY panels because i’m disorganized and i spent a lot of the con just wandering the con floor and talkng to people and being generally overwhelmed by the entire thing. id have liked to go to SOME but it was still amazng so idgaf

highlights

thor with the speaker in his hammer. thors jamming hammer blaring call me maybe in a packed elevator

ALL THE TEAM SKULL GRUNTS they were all hilarious. especial shoutout to the huge group of them that packed themselves into an elevator while shouting elevator party. 

SPEAKING OF ELEVATORS god all im talkng about here are the elevators i did more than stand in elevators i swear BUT THAT ONE REINHARDT! HOW! DID! HE! FIT! IN! AN! ELEVATOR! I SAW HIM GO IN BUT H O W

all weekend i saw people posting pics of the snorlax and COULDNT FIND SNORLAX AND THEN! SUNDAY! I FOUND HIM!!!! I LOVE YOU SNORLAX my greatest regret in life is not gettng a snorlax selfie. i failed. shame on me.

WEARING REMYS JOSHUA COSTUME THURSDAY AFTERNOON WAS SO GOOD I FELT SHOCKNGLY GOOD IN HIM two people recognized me while i was pretending to climb in a trashcan. it was excellent. there was a lot of twewy at that con in general. its keeping me alive rn

ALL THE TSUBASA/CLAMP COSPLAY!!!!!!!! THERE WAS SO MUCH OH MY G OD spending saturday night sitting and talkng about tsubasa and my otp was so great. 

just?? being fai in general? i was so worried about that costume and i thought id hate how i looked BUT I LOVED IT I LOVE HIM and i got such a positive response?? people FLIPPED and were generally adorable and also hilarious. i was chased down while walking out of the hotel and it MADE MY NIGHT. god i love fai I LOVE HIM. my private shoot for him went really well and the previews looked so pretty im SO EXCITED

AND i hosted my first public shoot which wasnt the most organized affair but everyone seemed to have fun! i’m planning on setting up a clamp day shoot for ab so HEY if youre considering bringing somethng clamp to that con. hey hey.

in general actually cosplaying enstars was pretty underwhelming ngl but i got to talk to some fun people cause of it and it totally wasnt a bad experience it just wasnt as exciting as some of the other costumes i wore that like, i worked really hard on and challenged myself with and got a really good response for? im figuring out i dont like buying cosplay too much for myself bc I CANT MAKE SHIT EASY!! but the enstars meetup was really fun and i wish i talked to more people! i mostly was just chilling with some knights. also holy fuck speaking of knights there was the most attractive and canon izumi and arashi i took a pic of arashi picking izumi up. it was gold. they were gold. 

ALSO i totally walked by a rei cosplayer on sunday when i was ritsu and had no idea until their friend shouted YOUR BROTHER LOVES YOU which was pretty great and they were also freaking perfect and extremely pretty. there were a lot of extremely pretty people at this con. katsucon isnt an anime convention its just a convention for gorgeous people. with mad skills. 

I MET! A WHOLE! BUNCH! OF MY FAVORTE COSPLAYERS! very briefly. i was too geeky to actually properly TALK to most of them but i tried. i was probably a total embarrassment when i ran into cowbuttcrunchies at the elevators ahjkjh WHOOPS SORRY. another fav cosplayer who wasnt at the con also commented on a selfie of mine on insta and i had about 20 heart attacks. i am still havng 20 heart attacks

ALSO! being soowon was soo much fun and LITERALLY RIGHT WHEN I GOT IN THE ELEVATORS some people freaked and i died. i actually got way more attention for that costume than i expected

the most beautiful mercy like, ever (AND THERE ARE A LOT OF BEAUTIFUL MERCYS THERE WAS A BEAUTIFUL MERCY AT EVERY CORNER OF THE CON) complimented my wig and asked about wig commissions which WHOA whoa someday ill get my life together right and do those SOMEDAY

I DIDNT GET TO DO A GAZEBO PICTURE i was gonna on thursday but i got distracted by trashcans and also by meeting friends. but the gazebo is as legendary and terrifying as i had been told it was JAM FUCKNG PACKED for almost all of friday/saturday

goshgoshGOSH I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ELSE!! I BOUGHT SOME GORGEOUS PRINTS AND I FOUND CAPRI BOOKMARKS WHICH NIIICE but i found a heartstoppngly pretty sormik print and a SICK ASS akatsuki no yona one 

also my charm collection grows. a jaehee was laughing at how heavy my wallet must be because of all the charms. but look theres quality shit there and i fuckng love charms

SPEAKNG OF OH MY G O D joscelyn bought leoizus and leo just. disappeared. he fuckng lionhearted it the fuck out of there i cant believe leoizu breakup happened in my bag. incredible. it was sad he disappeared but joscelyns face when i got her a new leo was so cute SO 

there was so much more that happened and i cant even remember right now it was all SO MUCH and there were definite low points and some rough patches and now my feet hurt SO BAD and i also caught con plague and slept in an airport last night but it was still just such an incredible weekend and im so ready and excited to get cracking on anime boston cosplay

once. i figure out what i wanna do for ab cosplay.