#I thought he was just being dramatic and emo falling asleep in his clothes all the time

[thisisbeefjerky]

🚨 🚨 FOX MULDER DOES NOT OWN OR HAVE A BED IN HIS APARTMENT 🚨 🚨

[lyssismagical]

Boy, I'm so happy, we have been heaven-blessed

Parkner Week Day Eight: “Get some rest tall child” / cuddling / movie nights

 “Babe, babe, babe, babe-”

“Oh my god, what do you want?” Peter says. He sounds annoyed, but Harley knows better. “I’m trying to work, believe it or not.”

“I believe it. You don’t have to convince me on that.” Harley sits up on Peter’s bed, rolling his eyes for the thousandth time since he’d gotten to Peter’s dorm room. “Why am I here when you’re not even paying attention to me? You’re not even looking at me.”

“I don’t have to see you to know you’re pouting like a baby,” Peter mutters, scribbling some more words down into his notebook with his pen. He shoves the pen between his teeth so he could flip through his heavy textbook and try to find a page in the stack next to him.

Harley sighs dramatically. “But I’m your baby, aren’t I? Doesn’t that mean I’m allowed to pout?”

“Stop pouting and stop whining. I’m trying to work, Harls.”

“How do you know I’m pouting if you won’t even look at me?” Harley exclaims, throwing his arms up in frustration. It started out as a game, but now he’s starting to feel a little bit cast aside.

“Are you pouting?”

“…Maybe.”

Peter finally sets down his pen and turns to Harley from his desk, a smile gracing his lips. He looks pretty as always, but Harley can’t help but notice how tired he looks.

“Ned said he was going to move out if he found us in the same bed again,” Peter says instead of acknowledging their entire conversation. “I think he was serious. MJ’s roommate doesn’t live with her anymore.”

Harley rolls his eyes and dramatically flops back onto the bed. “When was the last time we went on an actual date?”

“We went out last weekend, Harley.” Peter’s still smiling, but there’s insecurity shining in his eyes, eyebrows creasing a little more than Harley would like.

“I just miss you.”

“You miss me?” Peter repeats. “Yet you’ve been literally lying a few feet away from me for the past two hours. I’m right here, Harley.”

Harley tips his head to the side, breathing in the soft scent of Peter on the pillow. “But I should be your number one priority.”

“Number one?”

“Mmhm, you’ll never get a catch like me ever again. I’m one of a kind, baby.”

Peter finally gives in and crawls into the bed beside Harley, unceremoniously dropping half onto Harley’s chest. Harley immediately wraps his arms around Peter’s waist, making sure Peter couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. Harley’s getting cuddles for as long as he wants them.

“You have no idea,” Peter mumbles, words muffled by Harley’s sweater.

Harley grins and presses a kiss to Peter’s hair. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Now, get some rest, tall child.”

*

“You know, I thought you were going to murder me when we first met,” Harley says, out of the blue on the next morning. They’re still in bed despite it being way past the appropriate time for sleeping in, even for a weekend. “I literally thought you were going to poison my food or something.”

“What?” Peter says, stifling his laughter. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought you’d be as jealous as I was, I just figured you’d act on that jealousy and murder me so you’d be Tony’s only intern.”

This time, Peter does laugh, hiding his flushed face in Harley’s shoulder. “You thought I would get so jealous, I would poison your food? You know how crazy that sounds, right?”

“I thought about killing you. I just knew it was an irrational idea, I didn’t know if you’d think it was irrational too.”

Peter bites on his bottom lip, trying to quiet his laughter. It makes his cheeks puff up a little bit like chipmunks, face rosy and eyes sparkling.

“I can’t believe you thought, even for a moment, that killing me was the appropriate reaction to being jealous.”

“I’m from Tennessee, Peter. Anything goes.”

Peter ducks his head again, muffling his laughter in Harley’s sweater. “That’s- I can’t believe you.”

“Tony thought so too!” Harley exclaims. Peter doesn’t have to see to know Harley’s rolling his eyes. “Maybe not that we’d kill each other, but he thought we’d hate each other.”

“No,” Peter says, voice dropping to a little more serious. “I knew from that first moment I saw you that this was going to be something special.”

Harley smiles, going all soft and mushy in a heartbeat. “I love you like an insane amount. Like I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do if you asked. I’ve never felt like this before, and if I’m being honest, it really scares me sometimes.”

The younger of the two leans up to press a kiss to the older’s jaw. “You don’t have to be scared. I feel the same way, there’s no way I’m breaking your heart. It’s safe with me.”

“I know. Your heart’s safe with me too.”

“Good. Now that we’ve napped and talked, do you think you could let me get back to my homework now? I never got to finish it yesterday thanks to you.”

Harley laughs, relinquishing his grip on his boyfriend’s waist. “I should probably get going anyways. I’ve got a study group in a bit and then I’ve got a few errands to run in the city. Oh, and I think my sister’s calling to make spring break plans this afternoon.”

“You’re spending spring break with your sister?”

“I don’t know if you’ve forgotten but Abbie’s going to UCLA. Her roommate’s boyfriend’s parents are super rich salespeople who are taking the roommate and boyfriend to Europe with them while they’re there for business. Abbie volunteered to housesit and pet-sit. Meaning…”

“Meaning she’s got a huge house to herself in California all week?”

Harley grins. “Precisely. If you want, I was thinking the two of us could crash with her all week. Morgan’s on her break too, and she’s offered to pay to fly us all out.”

“Morgan and Abbie in the same house for a whole week?” Peter repeats, rolling his eyes but the smile doesn’t even falter.

Laughing, Harley finally pulls away from Peter, stretching his arms. “Yeah, it’ll be interesting, for sure… I’ll let you get back to your homework. You want me to swing by again tonight?”

“Please?”

The one thing that’s been weird since they started school is that they have separate rooms. Harley lives on the other side of campus, closer to his own classes, so it’s normally easier for them to spend nights in their own rooms, despite being used to the opposite. Back in high school, May’s apartment was closer to Midtown than the Tower, so Harley would stay with Peter for conveniences sake, and weekends they spent together at the Tower.

Today’s a Saturday, though, so neither of them have obligations tomorrow.

Harley grins, leaning back to press a kiss to Peter’s forehead before he’s tugging on his shoes.

“I’ll stop at mine and grab some clothes and things, and I’ll be over this evening. Six?”

“Sounds good. Movie night?”

Opening up the door, Harley shoots a final smile over his shoulder. “I’ll bring snacks! I love you. See you tonight.”

“I love you too.”

The door shuts behind Harley and Peter falls back into his bed, breathing in the soft smell of Harley, boyish with a hint of the Tennessee smoke that he carries with him, and a bit of the cinnamon body wash he uses. He smiles up at the ceiling, feeling so warm with love and happiness.

* Late that evening, after Peter’s finished his homework from the week and cleaned his room and finished some laundry, after Harley showed up in a flurry of excitement and lit up joy, carrying a shopping bag of snacks for the night along with a few selections from his DVD collection, after they’ve made it through way too many snacks and a few movies, they’re curled up, trying not to fall asleep.

“I wanna marry you one day,” Harley blurts and then he laughs, no awkwardness or worry to it.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I wanna do one of those fancy weddings with all the components like the big, tiered cake, and the expensive suits, and the cute RSVP cards in the mail. Abbie and Morgan could be the flower girls or the ring bearers. Ned and Harry could be our best men and Cassie, MJ, and Gwen could all be our bridesmaids or whatever they’d be. We’d do one of those over-the-top bachelor parties, except we’d do it together because it wouldn’t be as fun to party without you. Tony would have to walk one of us down the aisle because May and Mom would want to do it. Or maybe Tony could officiate. And then we’d get on a plane the next morning for a crazy honeymoon.”

Peter smiles fondly, snuggling closer to his boyfriend and nearly knocking the laptop off their legs. “You’ve really thought about this, huh? Is this your way of proposing?”

“No,” Harley laughs. “I don’t have a ring and I’m going to do it right, when I do. The whole shebang. The expensive dinner, the dramatic speech, maybe I’ll do the stupid ring in the wine or something.”

He shakes his head against Harley’s chest. “I’d accidentally drink it. Don’t do that.”

Harley laughs again, peppering kisses over Peter’s face. “I just really want you to know that this is a forever thing, for me, you know? I want us to be forever. I want us to get engaged, to move in together, to get married, maybe we could think about kids. I’d even go for the white picket fence future if that’s what you wanted.”

“You’re such a sap,” Peter teases before he kisses Harley. “I want that too. Trust me, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

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[nicostolemybones]

Bodyswap, Godswap

@solangeloweek a little late but! A twist on Godswap because I was planning an Ares/Hecate Godswap but couldn't decide who I preferred to be in the Hecate cabin

Tw: heavy swearing

Nico was not happy to be woken up. He was even less happy to be woken up by the mythical entity known as 'sunlight'. He tried to bury himself back in his blankets in confusion, but then. Then. Music. Not even good music. Some song from Shrek everybody loved. And then. Then. Some fucker in his room started playing some kind of annoying ass squeaky clarinet solo. Sure, Nico could play the clarinet, but it was clear that this motherfucker was purposely making it squeak. 

Nico practically ripped the blankets off- and promptly hissed and winced at the sunlight. He tried to close his curtains but somehow the damn sunlight still got through. How? He had blackout curtains, there was no godsdamned way. So, he realised, he must have shadow travelled in his sleep. He groaned loudly, turning to look around-

Well fuck.

There was Will's siblings. The annoying Clarinet player stepped forwards, pointed the damned thing right next to his ear, and squeaked it loudly. The sound hurt, splitting through Nico's skull. He tried to swat the clarinet down, but he severely miscalculated and accidentally rammed the clarinet further in the person's mouth, and now they were crying and their teeth were bleeding and wow Nico was such a jerk. 

Everybody was staring at him in shock, so Nico ran into the bathroom to breathe and stop panicking before he'd apologise, but as soon as he looked in the mirror-

He screamed.

Because that was very much Will in the mirror. Nico was about to assume that Will had Iris messaged him- until he noticed Will's face mirroring his expressions. And that is when Nico truly panicked. Because he was in Will's body. He was not in his own body, he was in Will's body, and Will was wearing pyjamas like a heathen and there was no way Nico was going to undress him to dress him again because this was not his body and he had no idea what Will would be comfortable with. Also Nico was fourteen okay, and whilst he was curious, he was far more awkward and uncomfortable.

He didn't want to leave Will's body all sweaty and gross, though, so he filled the sink with water and decided to wash over his face, neck, hands, and arms.

-

Will definitely felt weird. He hadn't seen any sunlight, it was pitch black aside from… was that… Greek fire torches? He didn't remember going to sleep in Nico's cabin… maybe he was just groggy because there was no natural light in here. He opened the curtains, wincing as his spine protested. He must have threw his back out carrying all the boxes into the infirmary yesterday, but he didn't remember them being that heavy… he stretched, but the pain in his back got worse, so he headed to the bathroom. He decided to go straight for a shower, but as he went to take his clothes off, he realised… this was not his body. 

They were Nico's jeans and Nico's shirt, the same ones he'd worn yesterday. And they were a little loose, and Will was definitely not that thin when he went to sleep. He backtracked to Nico's mirror and his suspicions were confirmed when Nico's sleep deprived face stared back at him. So a shower was very much out of the question. And sure, Will had seen many campers in states of undress in the infirmary, but it was very different when this was his boyfriend, whose body he was in, where it wasn't a matter of life or death. Will sniffed his pits- and decided against doing that again. It didn't seem like Nico had showered in a while, so he must have hit a rough patch. 

Nico's hair was matted, so Will decided to take the time to care for it, brushing it through then bending over the sink to carefully wash it- they both had a similar hair type, so Will wasn't too worried about ruining it- although, Nico didn't have shampoo, so Will had to improvise and hope for best. Will went over Nico's face and arms and cleaned behind his nails, and quickly wiped his armpits under his shirt so Nico's body didn't smell of sweat for Nico's comfort when he was back in it- and also so he'd have less to worry about when he was back in his body. 

Nico's skin was definitely more sensitive than Will's- not necessarily painful, but the fabric of his shirt was irritating and overwhelming, and Will finally understood why Nico didn't like touch too much, because yikes… that wasn't very fun. And Will was also screwed because he didn't know what foods would make Nico nauseous, or what time he preferred to take his pain meds.

-

Nico was not having a good time when he marched over to his own cabin. Will was stupidly tall, and Nico was not used to the extra height. When he'd sat down, he'd almost fallen backwards, because he hadn't calculated how much taller than the chair Will was in comparison to Nico. He knocked on his own cabin door, and was not prepared to see himself stood there.

"I'm- short," Nico noted, and Will nodded. 

"So small. Also wow I'm… taller than I thought."

"I don't feel like I'm about to pass out," Nico noted, "is this what healthy feels like?"

"No," Will laughed, "gods no, I'm far from healthy, give it, like, an hour, you'll still feel tired and dizzy."

"I don't feel tired though," Nico shrugged, "this is the least tired I've felt."

"I feel like I've been awake for four days," Will replied, "I have no energy…"

"Yeah, welcome to chronic fatigue, try not to fall asleep in your breakfast and if you do fall asleep, try not to murder the at least five people who chew you out for being lazy during training. Just… good luck, you poor bastard. I've had time to get used to this, you…" Nico gestured to Will "are an insufferably healthy morning person, good luck."

"Well thanks(!) Also I feel we should set boundaries here. Just, no touching the, yeah, that's a good boundary. No looking either."

"Obviously," Nico replied hastily, "now let's never bring that up again before I die of embarrassment!"

"Agreed," Will snorted. "Hey, do you think we can use each other's powers?"

"...I wonder if we can use our own powers but… with each others. Like… light travel or shadow healing. And then, when we're back in our own bodies, we can… we can just teach each other how we did that…"

"Oh my god we can become ten times more awesome-"

"I'll race you!" Nico bolted off towards the training arena before Will could protest. Will was always declaring a race, and Nico could never catch up, way too short and way too sick to actually manage to catch up. But now? In Will's body? With long legs and daily running? When Will would never miss a leg day? Nico had never run quite so fast and it was awesome, although he figured he maybe should have dressed Will in something else, because the fabric of his pyjamas was seriously chafing where his thighs met. But then. Then Nico discovered that flip flops were not easy to run in. He lost one, and tripped over the other, and faceplanted the floor. Seriously, how in the hell did Will manage to outrun six heavily armed Romans in these?

Will caught up to him, wheezing, and immediately sat on the floor. "Christ Neeks," he gasped, "your fucking lungs are shit!"

"Flip flops? Seriously? Will these are a death trap!"

"What the fuck is your spine playing at, why is it trying to murder me right now?!"

"How the hell do you deal with the chub rub, it hurts!"

"Talcum powder," Will replied, still catching his breath. "And you're. Definitely coming back to the infirmary for more tests."

"Give me a few days," Nico conceded, and Will nodded, standing up- and immediately staggering.

"Fuck, where's my vision gone-"

"Where you left it," Nico replied deadpan, but Will was too busy waving his hand in front of his face.

"Will it come back or do I have to call it like a dog?"

"Just move around a little. It leaves this weird fuzzy pressure in your skull a little when it comes back but you won't pass out if you still got your hearing."

"Oh my god how are you not dead yet, what the hell is wrong with your body why is it doing this to me?"

"A lot of things, doc," Nico replied, springing to his feet, "a hell of a lot of things. It's your problem now!" Will groaned dramatically, slowly walking towards the training arena.

-

Will was definitely having fun. Nico's powers were just so cool, so fun, and so emo. He had to resist the urge to make his own edgy music videos to MCR songs using the shadows and skeletons as special effects. 

He was currently watching Nico using his powers, which was definitely a sight to behold. Nico was manipulating the light into heavily concentrated rays, stepping inside them, and emerging elsewhere. He was placing his hands upon the bones beneath them and breathing life into them, returning their souls. How could a son of Apollo do necromancy? But Nico… Nico had spent the last few years amongst the dead, and it was allowing him to use his knowledge to manipulate Will's powers into something stronger, something unstoppable. And Nico had discovered how to make deadly whips of light, how to create haemorrhagic plagues, how to create a sonic whistle loud enough that it may deafen or kill. In just a few short hours, Nico had unlocked abilities Will wasn't sure he was even supposed to have.

And then it was Will's turn with Nico's powers… but what could he do? Nico was already… well, overpowered. He was able to boost Nico's healing powers using the shadows, was able to use Nico's ability to solidify the shadows to create tiny tools- he could will the shadows into a body, turn them into sutures, use them to hold off a bleed. Will discovered he could break or fix bones, could fuse them, could unfuse them. He discovered he could turn his hand transparent, could reach inside and fix the problem without cutting people open. He could use the shadows to freeze or cauterize, could keep an organ on ice in the shadows, or burn the flesh to stem a bleed. He could return a soul to the body from the underworld, could stop death… 

Well fuck. When using each other's powers, with the knowledge and skills of their own… they were doing things that they were sure were… were never intended for a demigod to do… that made them more powerful than their parents. 

Suddenly, experimenting with their powers felt dangerous.

[satanic-assistant]

Jeff and I got ready for bed together, for once. His "happy pets" as I have started calling Smile dog and Grinny cat much to their dismay, hardly ever let me see him without his jacket. Let alone his shirt entirely.

The happy pets were being suspicious; smile was a bit of a darker pink and smiling wider than normal a clear sign he was up to something, and Grinny cat wasn't being as much of a nuisance which made me think he was sick or planning something bad.

Jeff of course didn't notice, busy making"innuendos" that we both knew the happy pets would never let happen.

Getting in the bed was awkward to say the least, but we managed it with me hugging him from behind while smile was in his arms and Grinny was covering his feet, like a fuzzy rug.

It normally takes Jeff awhile to sleep but I put my hand in his hair and suddenly, gentle snores.

"you are so touch starved I swear, gum bug."

Making horrible but somehow cute pet names for each other was an inside joke, but got really mean about it sometimes especially when he was mad. He made me cry at least once and then his sadist would show, laughing at me and calling me even worse names. He never apologized for it, but I forgave him it was a joke anyway. Besides Jane walked in and threw things at Jeff and called him "twinkle toes" and he didn't let that go.

Eventually I got to sleep too. I was hoping for a nice dream, but then I heard an all too familiar voice.

"heeey there, ahem "gum bug" how're you, in my dream?"

When we heard Smile dog budge in

"the sarcasm is crippling, Jeff. Anyway Grin and I won't get in the way of you two's disgusting human acts."

And with that Smile was gone. I looked up at Jeff, who was staring at me with what can only be described as, embarrassment and obsession.

"what are you looking at-...."

I tried to snap him back to a conversation

My voice trailed away as I look down and see a very "suggestive" outfit. I look back at Jeff with the look reserved for Grinny when she tries to swipe a crispy chicken nugget from Sally.

He looks like he's fighting a very hard battle with himself, somewhere along the lines of; should I take what's been given to me, against staying in this relationship.

I tried to snap him back to a conversation.

"w- who does he think he is. We both know he isn't and can't be "fixed". So what does he mean "disgusting human acts"?!"

Jeff didn't answer, looking at me like "take what has been given" was winning. He never answered me which was very chilling to say the least.

I'm maybe slightly uncomfortable right now, I'm not really saving myself for anything or anyone, but Jeff is the kind of person you'd want experience with before trying anything out. For once he said something before me, surprising me.

"ahemmm anyyywayyyy maaaybeee we should try to wake up, though I doubt either of them would let that happen."

I kind of wanted to know what the huge change of pace was for so I asked

"W- what was that? The change of pace! One day I can't look at you without a jacket, next we have to bang!?"

Maybe I was getting hysterical but I was justified. Plus I didn't get an answer just a recognizing

"hmmmmm"

I'm getting hot and shakey now, it's a weird but exciting experience even if nothing happens.

"instead of doing anything I know I can't do, how about we just talk???"

I know he'll laugh at it but I know I can't do anything he wants.

"I guessss but you have to be in my lap, and I'm touching you. Not my fault we're here, but I'm going to take advantage of it."

I agreed and the night was eventful and slow thanks to smile's dream manipulation. We both laughed, I told him about how the twinkle toes thing made me feel, he still didn't apologize so I got annoyed at him.

"okay then Twink-le toes, see how it feels when I ignore you."

Tilting my nose up away from his face with a little puff of breath.

He grabs my face with two hands, not really helping his point, and drags my head to look at him. He was cute in some kind of e-boy or emo way, the thought making me giggle

"what're you laughin about Hug Bug~?"

I could only reply honestly through laughs.

"You look like a emo, or an e-boy, I can only see you with the-"

"I can see the-"

Bursting out into laughs again my throat almost hurting

"I can see the stupid little chains but they're coming out of your s- swe- sw-weater pocket-"

Crumpling up to hold my stomach I look at his face, he looks dramatically unamused, at least. I think he does it can hard to tell with out his eyelids and eyebrows sometimes. Nonetheless his face reads "I'm not humoring this shit, but it is kind of funny." Not being able to tell only makes me laugh even more. By the time I calm down my throat is sore and my stomach feels liquefied.

He starts saying something but I don't hear, so I responded with maybe the worst choice I could have picked.

"What did you say stupid e-boy?"

He looks absolutely enraged and I'm half afraid of getting hit, but as always he was just being as dramatic as possible.

"I swear I'm going to make you go to sleep whether you want to or not, Snot Cake."

I decided to try and match his drama.

"Oh my heart, it hurts. My vessel only used for love has been damaged to no end!"

We both continued one upping each other's dramatisms until we were yelling at nothing, I gave in because I knew he never would. I pecked a smooch on his cheek and lay down, my outfit finally changing into my own clothes signaling I was awake.

Jeff still sleeping soundly like a baby. I reached over and tried to pet his hair until Grinny walked up and demand that I feed her, I look at the near by clock it says 12:30 am. I have no idea how Jeff ever went to bed before 1:00 but I have a feeling it was a combination of be hugged for once and the head rubs.

"No Grinny it's nowhere near breakfast."

I was tired and could hear it in my voice

Grinny, being hungry voiced his complaints in BEN's voice.

"I am Hungry, I will wake Jeff up right now! Do you think I won't!? Watch me!"

I'm tired and not in the mood to hear Grinny's bs, responding to him saying.

"Do you want a treat then?"

Just to shut him up.

Both Happy pets shoot up at the word and get on to the floor ready to tail me until occupied with their late night snack.

I try to be quiet though for no real reason, most of the proxies being awake or gone anyway.

BEN was playing on his new nintendo Masky is cleaning up Hoody's room while Hoody watches. Toby is pestering EJ for nothing other than entertainment. Jane, Clockwork and the other grown women were out having a "girl's night out" which they deserve to be honest Liu, well Sully was out aswell but not for socializing, he was doing what most of the proxies did best, kill. LJ doesn't sleep often. The real concerns are Sally sleeping soundly and Slenderman passed out on the couch.

Sally is a child and Slenderman being intimidating, I'm a fairly new proxy and I don't want to piss him off too much.

I get downstairs and in the kitchen, very aware to be even more quiet than before. Getting the respective treat cans for Smile and Grinny, I prepare them and put crunchy treats on top.

About to put the bowls on the floor, Grinny plays another great prank knowing full well I'm trying to be quiet as possible.

"Heeeey We're hungry Ya'know!"

I shoot a begging look at the two of them before putting the bowls down faster and running upstairs.

Getting to the room without confrontation, I keep the door open, knowing Grinny will try to prank me again if I close it.

"hmm morning uhhh- busy bee. Where were you?"

Jeff's sleepy voice makes me fill with some kind of energy I can't explain. Swooning nonetheless I answer.

"Giving your asshole animals late night snacks."

I say in a voice more irritated than I meant to sound.

"ohh don't care, but okay."

He says with a smirk and a shrug. I pick up a pillow and smack him with it, making him jump and grab me by the waist, pulling me into his lap.

"Don't get so buzzy, Honey cake~"

I turn around and try to hit him with my hand only successful once on his thick skull.

"the damn cat threatened and then pranked me!"

I get huffy and try to melt out his grasp, again failing in that endeavor, again attempting to hit him.

"Come on slug bug, don't treat me like that."

The only thing that gets me to calm down is his voice. I push him into our previous spots on the bed only missing the happy pets. He doesn't fall asleep right away this time, but I do finally getting rest without two furry assholes pestering my dreams.

Scene sorry if it's hard to read, this is my first fanfic anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

[logical-little-lies]

Soft Kisses in The Kitchen-Little Vlogs (chapter 3)

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chapter summary: After a few weeks on being friends, the four are comfortable with each other. After a stressful week at work, Roman and Virgil decide to spend their weekend off work at Patton's. Some romance plays out as a certain boy realizes all four of them were beginning to fall for one another.

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Virgil walked out of the Hot Topic, looking around for his boyfriend and Logan. He found them conversing, walking his way from the bookshop. They fell into a routine, Logan picked them up and dropped them off, somedays Roman did. Either way, Virgil just ended up riding along with whatever car was getting him to and from work. Today though, Roman and Virgil had ridden with Logan, so he was also dropping them off.

"Roman!" Virgil threw himself into Roman's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Hey there, my emo disaster," he chuckled, kissing his forehead. Roman caught Logan glancing at Virgil, seemingly admiring him. "Don't you gotta boyfriend, you Flirty Dork?" he teased.

Logan blushed lightly in sync with Virgil, whose heart exploded at the idea of Logan looking at him in a romantic sense. At this point, their hangouts were full of Roman and Logan flirting, Virgil admiring Logan (and for some reason, he couldn't get Patton out of his head), and Patton cuddling everyone. Unknowingly, all the boys were developing feelings for each other.

"I'm poly," he muttered lightly. Virgil could practically feel Roman's want to break out into a victory dance, but Roman restrained himself from acting that dorky in front of his freckle-faced crush.

"Gay and poly..noted," Roman gave a wink to Logan, but it was so quick that the intelligent and professional man had no idea if it actually happened.

"Hey, gay disaster number 1 and 2, I want to get out of here before I literally die of boredom," Virgil snapped his fingers to get Logan and Roman to stop their very gay flirting. Logan looked towards Virgil, giving him an indecipherable look.

"Emo and sassy...noted," he hummed, and Virgil gasped, going quiet.

"So," Roman stepped off the sidewalk and began leading the other two through the parking lot. "Me and Logan were talking-"

The intelligent man in question corrected him, "Logan and I."

"Irrelevant. We were talking, and were thinking. If you're okay with it, why don't we spend this weekend at Patton's?" Roman rested his hand on Logan's car door handle, waiting for the 'beep' to let him know that it was unlocked.

"I don't have an issue with that. I have this weekend off, we got a new worker, some teenager whose barely old enough to apply for a job. So if it works out, I won't have to work on weekends," Virgil climbed into the back seat, Roman doing a dramatic 'whoop! whoop!'.

Logan and Roman got in, both of them buckling their seat belts. "Seat belt, baby," Roman reminded lightly, and Virgil was quick to listen to his instructions.

"So, we'll head over to your place to get whatever you guys need to sleepover, and then drive to my place," Logan decided. Logan and Roman organized this because Logan had this weekend off too, so for once, they were all free. But honestly, sleepovers even with work the next day were becoming semi-normal. It had been about a month since Virgil met Patton in person, and they had all been hanging out nonstop.

'papa..kinda feel small.'

Virgil was to shy to say it out loud, quietly messaging Patton as Logan drove towards their apartment complex.

'Make sure you let Roman know, grab your little stuff!! We've been irls for a month, and I still haven't seen little you in person!'

Virgil giggled lightly, "What'cha laughing at, Vee?" Roman asked. Virgil shook his head lightly,

"Nothing. M' fine," he tried to keep his voice level, making his absolute best effort to sound big. Roman nodded, but seemed suspicious.

'to shy, don't wanna. I'll stay big!'

Virgil listened to Logan and Roman converse about their job, throwing in some flirty comments here and there. He felt his phone buzz lightly in his lap a few minutes later. They were only a few streets away from their apartment now.

'Now, little one, that isn't a good idea! You haven't been small in a few weeks, and when you have it's only for a little bit. I know your worried you're gonna bother Roman, but I'm sure your dada won't mind!'

Virgil typed out a response, promising he'd tell Roman that he was regressing, but he still didn't say anything right away. "Okay, we'll be back," Virgil was snapped out of his thoughts when Roman opened his door. He realized that they were in the apartment parking lot.

He took Roman's hand, getting out and waving at Logan. Their apartment complex was set up simply, so locating and entering the building was easy. "Pack enough clothes for two nights, two days, and don't forget your hygienic stuff," Roman reminds, unlocking the door and letting Virgil in.  Virgil was quick to pack clothes, and the essentials. He purposely picked out his daytime clothes to be more childlike, hoping Roman would notice. His boyfriend, however, only glanced and ignored it.

Virgil sighed as Roman zipped up his bag, seemingly being able to pack his electronics, clothing, and everything else into one bookbag. "What's wrong, baby?" he looked at Virgil, shouldering his bag and coming closer. Virgil only whined in response, so Roman hugged him. "Don't think I didn't notice you were little, Vee. I was hoping you'd be able to say something and speak up for yourself, but you're anxious, I understand."

Virgil nodded, sniffling slightly. "None of that, there's no reason to cry," Roman assured wiping the tears of his face before reaching to Virgil's side of the bed, handing him his stuffed kitten. "Let's get some little stuff together, hmm?"

Virgil cheered up quickly, rummaging around the apartment and figuring out what little gear he'd need. One sippy cup, a stuffie, a pacifier, and a coloring book later, they had prepared for the sleepover. Virgil was speaking openly in his little voice before the exited the apartment, but when they got back in the car with Logan, he tried to talk big, hiding his face in his stuffie.

"Sorry we took so long, we had to grab little gear for the baby emo back there."

Virgil whined at his teasing, biting at his lip. His pacifier was in his bag, which Roman had set in his lap in the front. Logan played soft music through the aux cord into the radio as they drove, and it was only minutes before the little in the back seat fell asleep. "He takes naps very randomly when he regresses, sometimes in weird spots," Roman lightly chided.

Logan nodded, "Patton is so energetic, but it's adorable. He's never bratty, but when he is, it's because he's full of energy and forgets what rules even are," he chuckled to himself. "What are Virgil's rules?"

"Well, Patton and I have some random stuff. Like, bedtime by ten pm but that's always changing because of other things, listen to your carers, stuff like that. We've never, like, written them out though."

Logan made a turn, "You've never had a whole day where Virgil could be little, have you? He's never regressed long enough to break a rule, has he?"

Roman shook his head, "Virgil works all week. That's why I'm hoping this new worker stays and Virgil gets weekends off."

Logan and Roman continued talking, about work, about their littles, about the upcoming weekend. It wasn't long before they were in front of Patton's house, the the pastel-purple-haired boy in question was quick to run outside. Roman and Logan took the bags inside, while Patton woke Virgil.

"Hey, buddy, let's get up and go inside, hmm?" Patton lightly shook him, his eyes flying open. He felt around for his bear, which was nowhere in sight. "Hey, hey, don't panic. Roman took him inside for you," Virgil pouted in response to this. Patton chuckled, helping him out of the car, and taking his hand so that he didn't manage to hurt himself while going up the porch stairs.

Virgil ran to Roman, "Vani! Gimme Vani," he demanded in a toddler-like voice.

"Please, say please," Patton corrected, letting Logan lock the car before he shut the door and locked it behind him.

"Sorry papa! Please?" he tilted his head, and Roman chuckled, handing him the stuffed bear. Virgil found himself biting on the ear on the bear as he climbed onto the couch.

"ah-ah! No biting your stuffies," Logan jumped in, looking at Roman. "What bag has his little stuff?"

Roman zipped open one of Virgil's bags, pulling out the black adult pacifier. Virgil took it in his mouth quickly, pointing to his Nightmare Before Christmas sippy cup, whining lightly. "I know what you want, but I'm gonna need you to verbally ask, Vee." Roman knew he had trouble asking for something when he needed it, it was something he was trying to work with him on.

"Juice, please?"

"Of course, honey!" Patton took the sippy cup, "Grape, right?"

Virgil nodded with a light giggle, Patton disappearing into his kitchen. "So, Patton always films tons on the weekends, he plans all week and then films on the weekend. I don't know if he's still doing that or otherwise."

Logan began talking with Roman, but Virgil wanted Roman's attention. He made grabby-hands, grabbing the attention of his boyfriend and carer. "Cuddles! Cuddles!" he reached for Roman, who obliged and took his spot next to him on the couch.

Logan sat on the other side of Roman. "He's quite cute," Logan mumbled, blushing with wide eyes when he realized he said that out loud.

"It's okay," Roman assured, "Virgil and I are poly..so flirting is free grounds. I don't have an issue with it."

Logan nodded, still blushing lightly. Virgil had confirmed the fact he was poly with Roman, both of the boys admittedly crushed on Logan. And Roman thought Patton was cute in a 'you're-so-precious-I-wanna-protect-you' type of way, while Logan saw Virgil the same way. During all this, old feelings from high school were coming up for Patton, and Virgil was confused as to why he felt his heart speed up around Patton.

"Patton would kill me if he knew I told you, but he thinks you're cute. And he's had a crush on Virgil since forever, he's actually the main reason he realized he was poly. He had feeling for Virgil, but found himself able to like other people."

"They go well together, I will admit. But I don't know if Virgil likes him back or-"

"Look at this little Storm Cloud! He said that you two were talking grown up stuff, and he snuck into our kitchen," Patton came back into the living room, holding hands with the emo boy, who held his disney sippy cup.

"Sorry...Logan and I were talking and got distracted, I didn't even realize he left," Roman sighed, giving Logan a look that said 'this conversation isn't over'.

"I can let Virgil in my little room, he can play with any of my stuff, it'll keep him busy for a while," Patton offered, and Virgil nodded enthusiastically.

"That sounds good, we can make some snacks and then head up there, yeah?" Logan said. Patton nodded, giving him a look before leading Virgil up the stairs.

"So if I've thought about this correctly,then all of us are poly, right?" Logan asked, only a slight hesitancy in his voice as he got up and entered the kitchen. Roman followed him, feeling the weird nervousness in his stomach.

"Uh, yeah. Virgil didn't officially identify until recently when-" his eyes widened and he cut himself off. Logan smirked, opening a cabinet and grabbing a few plates.

"When both of you guys started crushing on me?" Logan gained a sudden burst of confidence, but he didn't face Roman to see his shocked face, he just continued preparing sandwiches and cookies for the two boys upstairs.

"I-uh..who said that?" Roman swallowed, his face quite red.

"The fact that both of you are extremely obvious and gay. Just so you know, you're cute too, Roman."

Roman was blushing, and there were a few moments of silence. "So..theoretically speaking, if all four of us were interested, would you be open to going out?"

"What do you mean?" Roman questioned.

Logan began spreading jelly on a slice of bread, "Like, a date. All four of us, we can go somewhere," he suggested. Roman was squealing inside of his head.

"If the other two are up for it, I'm definitely not against the idea. H-have you spoken to Patton about this?" Roman came close to Logan,leaning against the counter while he cut a sandwich into triangles, setting it on the dinosaur themed plate.

"Yeah, obviously. He likes you, and his old feeling for Virgil are coming back. They're best friends, but he's interested in something more. I think, we all should get to know each other, hmm?"

Roman nodded. "Is Virgil allowed to have chocolate chip cookies?" Logan asked, "I always make sure to give Patton a main thing, and then a cookie if he eats all of it."

Roman just nodded again, watching Logan set two cookies in between the sandwich slices, moving on to grab a bowl to make something for Patton. He settled on ouring a bag of chips for him and Roman, and prepared a similar plate to Virgil for Patton. "When Virgil's big, I'm sure Patton will offer the date-idea. I'm glad you're open to it," Logan smiled, making eye contact with Roman.

It wasn't uncomfortable though, both men smiled at each other. Roman felt something going off in his head, telling him this was wrong. That he was cheating on Vee somehow, but he had made sure to make it clear to Virgil that he was interested in Logan. They agreed that if there were any moves pulled, or they got the chance to do something, then they should go for it. Roman had full permission to do what he thought Logan was gonna do first.

"Patton's okay with this, right?" Roman mumbled, realizing their faces were closer now. When did they lean in?

Logan nodded, "Virgil, too?"

Roman nodded. And then they kissed. It was quick, sweet, and soft. It made both boys smile widely when they pulled away. Logan was the first to break eye contact, making a light coughing sound before handing Roman the bowl of chips. "We can do more of that on that date I mentioned," he said, causing Roman to blush lightly at the thought as he picked up the two plates.

Logan and Roman made a silent agreement to pretend the kiss didn't happen until Virgil was big and they could all talk about it.

But internally, both men were looking forward to the theoretical date. And not just for each other, Roman might've been originally attracted to Logan, but he found himself slowly crushing on Patton. Even when big, he was quite adorable, and Roman wanted to do nothing less than pull the precious boy into a hug and kiss him softly. And Logan? Logan wanted to hold Virgil close and whisper his worries away.

These idiots were all slowly falling for each other. Only time would tell how they would finally get together.

A/N: THE KISS WASN’T PLANNED OOPS, it just popped in my head and all I remember was ten minutes of keyboard clicking and suddenly I had written the gayest scene ever. I’m trying my best to not only focus on the agere aspect, but also the romance, these first chapters will continue to be romance-based until they all get together officially. after that, more agere stuff will ensue. Until then, enjoy they four disasters quickly falling for each other. also this is about 2500 words

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Why We Do What We Do (13)

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Roman woke up to an arm draped over him and a hand on his arm. It felt familiar, but also like he had never done this before. It was… confusing to say the least.

Roman thought he should try to get up as he didn’t really feel like he was going to fall asleep again soon. But the grip by the arm was very secure, it didn’t feel too tight, but Roman could tell he wasn’t escaping their grip anytime soon.

Roman instead stared at the ceiling, drifting slightly but not going back to sleep. It felt nice, though Roman really didn’t remember exactly why or how he was here. But it wasn’t really bothering him at the moment.

Slowly, he registered that he smelled a faint scent of lavender from his left where the arm and hand came from. It smelled nice and he swear he felt his heart flutter when he smelled it. But why? For the life of him he couldn’t remember why.

Eventually, the arm relaxed and moved up to just rest on his side, and he took the opportunity at that moment to slowly ease out of their grasp. It was slow going, but he eventually extricated himself and was able to pull himself upright.

The figure stirred slightly, mumbling something about waking up, but ultimately settled back down and their breaths evening out once more.

He looked around the room, and something about it felt… not wrong because the room felt plenty familiar even though Roman had no memory of being in this room. It felt like he had been in here a lot, but yet he had no recollection of anything about or when he was ever in this room before. The dichotomy hurt his head, like a poker between the eyes. He was… wasn’t he in a hospital? He thought…

But his thoughts were interrupted by his hand grazing the nightstand by the bed and knocking a glass of it. Luckily, before it could hit the ground and shatter, waking the sleeping figure that was beside him on the bed, Roman caught it with surprising ease.

Something about his hand and being able to catch it irked him, but he thought it wasn’t really important. The vague notion that the last thing he remembered he had serious injuries filtered through his mind, but were waved off as he would feel and see if he had hurt himself… right?

Roman winced and stifled a cry of sudden pain as he stood up, feeling a stab in his feet like the glass had broken and he had stepped on a broken piece, but when he looked down and investigated the bottom of his feet, he didn’t find anything. He swayed for a moment at the sudden pain, but as quickly as it came, the pain faded.

The room around was littered with some clothes scattered around on various surfaces, though they didn’t look like they were laid out that way suggestively. Because Roman was still wearing, still wearing a hospital gown?

Roman looked down again at his feet and swore the hospital gown he was seeing wasn’t there a moment before when he looked down at his feet initially.

Another stab of pain swept through his head this time, and it took all his will power to not fall over from it.

Huh? OW!

But suddenly, the pain was again gone the moment it got to its peak. Roman looked back down at his feet and just saw a red shirt and some Disney character pajama pants.

I like Disney. I’m… pretty sure. …..What was I thinking about again?

Roman shrugged and took measured steps, navigating the room. The bedroom he was in.

He looked back at the figure that was beside him on the bed. They were probably the one who smelled like lavender, scratch that, they were definitely the one who smelled like lavender. What he didn’t notice before about the bed was that the covers had some words on it, Roman recognized that some were from various literature, though he didn’t remember which or ever reading the books. Most of them cited… Shakespeare the playwright Shakespeare, Roman thought he must like him, something told him he enjoyed dramatics and acting.

Other than that, the room didn’t have much more of anything that stood out. Various articles of purple clothing were interspersed with the mainly red clothing across various surfaces.

Roman again felt that previously searing pain arc through his foot, but it was more subdued and distant this time. He wondered exactly what he was doing, he wasn’t really thinking about where he was going.

Then he saw the door out of the corner of his eye, and if they were in a cartoon, you would see a lightbulb light up above his head.

The door!

Of course!

How could he have been so blind?

Roman walked over to it with a purpose, though there was a small voice in the back of his mind that was trying to convince him not too. But he felt so good and fuzzy in the bedroom, he wondered what the rest of the house would feel like.

Roman gripped the doorknob, which was surprisingly cold, and opened the door cautiously to see what was on the other side. Strangely, as he saw the hallway was a perfectly normal hallway, he let out a deep breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

As Roman stepped out in the hallway, the fuzzy feeling did change, his eyes suddenly hurt, like there was a bright light in the hallway, but the hallway was actually much dimmer than the morning sun lit bedroom. Roman shrugged that off as he stepped further into the hallway, instinctually, Roman turned to close the door, but when he turned to it, it closed in his face, making him jump. He heard a shout from behind it as it did so as well, sounding like someone muffledly saying “Wake up!”

Somehow, Roman suddenly lost his footing at the shock of the door closing and had to veer into the wall to hold himself up. When he gathered himself enough to become steady on his feet once again, he looked up and down the hall, and his heart skipped a beat.

There were dark figures at the end of the hallway and they had no faces. But even without eyes, Roman knew they were looking at him and they wanted to hurt him.

Almost the moment he spotted them, they started towards him and he turned to run down the other way down the hall, but saw another group of shadows coming from the other way. Right then, Roman knew he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Prioritizing the shadows he knew would get there first, he brought his arms into a defensive position, ignoring how stiff they suddenly felt.

Probably the fear or adrenaline. Roman absentmindedly noted as the shadows grew closer.

When the first shadow got within reach, Roman swung at it, but it easily dodged and grabbed onto him. Though the shadow was just grappling him, he hissed in pain at the contact as just the shadow’s touch seemed to alight his nerve endings.

He swung again at the shadow grappling with him with his free hand, but before his fist could make contact, another shadow caught it and Roman cried out in pain as it felt like a hot poker was branding his whole arm at once.

Fuck that HURTS!

“Fuck off!” Roman yelled through the pain, still fighting the shadows.

But the shadows didn’t listen as they continued to grapple him, Roman felt tears come to his eyes, as if he didn’t escape their grasp, he knew he would be dead.

“Let me go! Please don’t kill me! I-” Roman faltered.

He was going to say something else, but for the first time, his situation hit him.

“I don’t know who I am! Don’t kill me please! I don't know who I am! PLEASE!”

Roman was crying desperate tears at this point as more shadows surrounded him, he saw a number of the shadows looking at something behind him. He knew he couldn’t successfully turn around while fighting the other shadows, so he did what he had to.

Roman used all of his strength to pry one of the shadows off of him and start to make a desperate attempt to escape, but then two things happened at once, one more painful than the other.

The first thing that happened was Roman felt a rip deep in his upper body that was then accompanied by an all-consuming pain as it felt like Roman’s stomach had split open. Roman screamed in absolute pain.

The second thing, that past the pain consuming his body he almost didn’t feel, was a small pinch in his neck.

Suddenly, his head started to get light and his limbs sluggish. The pain was still there, but it felt like it was just receding away as his body relaxed. He blinked sluggishly at the shadows in front of him, watching them gently reach out to do something. The shadows around him also loosened their grip on him for some reason.

He wanted to move, maybe not fight…

Why was he even fighting again? It was so fuzzy…

He felt so sleepy now, maybe he just needed to sleep. His body seemed to demand it now, so who was he to refuse

Roman’s mind screamed at him, for him to get up and move, but that voice got smaller and smaller as he got sleepier and sleepier. He felt himself be lowered and he actually heard voices come from the shadows.

“Fuck, he’s loosing blood! You gotta…”

“I know!”

“We need to get him….”

“ROMAN!”

That voice sounded familiar, he used a huge portion of willpower to try and search for the owner of the voice. He couldn’t think much now, but he was pretty sure he got his fuzzy feeling mouth to slur out a very unintelligible:

“Pattah?”

And with that, not hearing whether the familiar Patton-sounding shadow replied, he felt his head drop and his eyes close and he thought of nothing more.

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Monsta X as FWB

Summary: Monsta X as FWB Anon Request

A/N: Finally writing about these grown ass smokeshows...I am so fucking thirsty. I really struggled writing Changkyun (my bias) because I’m so in love it hurts I’m so sick of him

Warnings: Smut and s o f t b o i s

Word Count: 2657

Hyunwoo (Shownu)

He would be SO BAD at not catching feelings

You smile at him one time and he’s in love he couldn’t handle a fwb arrangement

The only way he’d even do it is if he really liked you but was afraid you didn’t want to commit

He’s really that bitch who’s like “if i dick her down real good maybe she’ll love me”

He might be right tho

If you ever take a shower at his place you won’t exactly be getting clean

In fact any time you show any amount of skin he’ll be all blushy and handsy

Def shy and hesitant until he gets comfortable with you

After he does it’s on, though, he’ll never wear a shirt if he doesn’t have to and you’ll be constantly thirsty

He’s the best at eating you out don’t @me

He doesn’t know how smoking hot he is so he’d be so proud when he made you flustered or made you come real hard

Not very vocal in bed but he’s got a low pitched whine when he’s close that sends you over the edge

Won’t dirty talk and will blush if you do but he’ll love it

If he’s horny he’ll send you a text like “hey” that’s it

Bad at sexting he’ll just send you pics and you know what a picture is worth 1000 words

Does that low-key possessive thing in public where he’ll lead you with his hand at the small of your back

Otherwise not very affectionate in public though, he’s worried you’ll reject him if he tries to hold your hand and he’s f r a g i l e

Smiling and lots of affection from this big teddy bear

Likes to take care of you, he’ll tear your ass up and then clean your apartment while you sleep and wake you up with takeout and a movie

He is never not buying you food it’s his way to say he loves you ok epitome of “how many food until date”

He will bruise you a lot by accident and feel so bad about it, kiss every one with an apologetic smile

Is it that he doesn’t know how strong he is or that he wants every guy around to know you’re his? Little from column a, little from column b

Please don’t let it slip if you’re seeing anyone else he will break your heart he’ll be so sad

Not even salty just will be a whole kicked puppy dog

Will dick you down hard after you tell him and then apologize and be the softest cuddly baby, won’t want to let you leave afterwards

Depending on how comfortable he is, he’ll either avoid you or be totally honest

Not in person though you’ll get a lot of emo texts he’s too shy to tell you

Your phone will be dinging as you walk out his door, tbh

“I don’t like this” “come back let’s talk”

But then when you do talk again he barely says anything just holding your hand and caressing your palm with his thumb

He’s likely to end the arrangement if he thinks you won’t choose him

He’ll be so sweet and apologetic tho he’ll say “I’m sorry but I’m just not built for this. I want you all to myself.”

You WILL choose him I mean it’s a no brainer, really

Minhyuk

So you’ve chosen Lee Minhyuk as your fwb, huh? Good luck not falling in love, sis

He’s so. Much. Fun

He’ll wanna take you to amusement parks and carnivals and finger you on the Ferris Wheel

He’ll try and make you fall apart while at the dinner table with his hand under your skirt with the most innocent smile on his face

He’s down for anything in bed and he is a switch for sure

Loud AF when you tease him such whiny moans

If you spend a couple days with him y'all won’t get anything done because you’ll be trying to get dressed and he’s taking your clothes right back off

Doesn’t give a fuck if you leave marks and will be offended if you complain about him leaving them

He won’t get very salty if you have other partners but he’ll be competitive and try to occupy all your attention and be real extra in bed

You’ll probably catch feelings before he does he’s so talkative and fun you’ll get to know him fast and start to love all his little quirks

If you tell him he’ll be sweet about it and just be like “shit ok let’s try it’

If he catches feelings on the other hand and you’re not very perceptive, you’ll never know

He’ll get real weird, v quiet and sulky like he’d hate catching feelings and not know if you did or not

Would try to find out what you thought v obviously like "hey so if we did date how do you think it’s go?”

Will wait for you to ask him out even if he liked you first

Kihyun

Would be hesitant about an fwb arrangement bc he’s highkey salty when he doesn’t get his way

Would probably wanna cuff any meaningful sexual partner bc he’s territorial so you might worry it’s because of that and not because he actually likes you

Very respectful about things like consent would never fuck you while you were at all inebriated (like even two glasses of wine) even if you begged

Quiet with you in public he wouldn’t want to go out a lot because too much social interaction drains him

He’d be the type to be seeing other people but not wanting you to smh

But he’d feel bad about it and know it was dumb

He’d be really honest with you even to the point of hurting your feelings but if he wasn’t sure how he felt about you he’d just keep quiet

So much salt and shade thrown if you’re seeing someone else will get pressed if you so much as mention the other guy’s name while you’re with him

“Hey, this is my time, right? Focus on me.”

Rough in bed and a smirky little shit, knows he’s good

A whole dom he’d like you submissive but bratty

Loves to bark orders and dirty talk in foreplay but will be quiet during the act, low grunts

He’ll buy you lingerie almost be a low-key sugar daddy, really, you’ll mention a purse you like and find it shipped to your house

If he caught feelings he’d tell you immediately and force you to make a choice he won’t wait around for you to decide

If you caught feelings and he wasn’t ready he’d avoid you for a while but expect you to be ready to talk about it when he calls you a week later outta nowhere

Hoseok (Wonho)

This boy is all talk

He’d flirt like mad, tease you in public, hands all over you

When he got you alone he’d be a little shy and s o f t tho

Would be eager to try an fwb arrangement because he wants to think he’s a fuck boy

Spoiler alert: he is N O T

He’s almost worse than Shownu about catching feelings

Big showoff in bed after the second or third time

Likes to manhandle you

Highkey has a praise kink so it drives him crazy when you tell him how good he’s fucking you

Loud whiny moans, lots of dirty talk but he’s shy right after he comes and uber affectionate

Will sext you constantly

Wants to meet up every damn day

He’s rough in bed at first, pulling your hair, smacking your ass

When he catches feelings tho every once in a while he’ll go all sweet and slow

If he starts going down on you a lot you’re in trouble sis he’s in his feelings

He’s only a dom until he loves you then he’ll switch whenever you want

He will never not cuddle you after sex either way this man would stroke a one night stand’s hair for three hours after sex

Will mark and bruise you everywhere and be proud of it

He’d be pouty if you wore something to cover his bite marks and hickeys

Speaking of pouty just please like don’t let him find out you got another man

Your life is now constant d r a m a

Would follow you around at bars, salty af if he saw you dancing with someone else

Will make a whole scene

Tug you away into the hallway and if he’s drunk he might be crying

You’ll have to take him home and comfort him smh

Wears his heart on his sleeve so he’ll tell you he loves you like 2 weeks after y'all start fucking

His mom knows about you by week 3, ok, he’s a whole mess

Will cry about you to his friends, Shownu won’t like you bc Hoseok is listening to sad music and coming in his room at 3am being a emo baby

If you end the arrangement you’ll have to block his number he’ll be such a mess

Will lie and promise never to get salty about you seeing someone else if you just come back

He’s real cute if you like him back though, eager puppy and will make you know you’ve made the right choice by not letting you out of his bed for a full two days

Hyungwon

Would probably be among the best at not catching feelings

He can’t be bothered to fall in love tbh

He might if you really understood him, though, like if you’d nap with him midday and talk to him about nothing for hours

You’d only be meeting up twice a week for sex he’s not that pressed

He knows he’s pretty and you are too and it works for him but it’s not that serious at first

Will not give a fuck if you’re seeing someone else but he won’t be bc he’s too lazy to maintain more than one arrangement

He would get a little salty if you cancelled a meeting with him for someone else though how dare you

He isn’t a sub but he likes you to do all the work in bed if you’re down, likes to see you riding him

Not rough at all

Quiet in bed, just short breaths

He may just call you over for a blowjob tbh

You’ll know he likes you if he goes down on you

Like he always will get you off but if he’s taking extra time he’s got it bad

Not rough in bed, almost romantic sometimes so that might get you in your feelings even though it’s just how he is

If you catch feelings first and try a dramatic confession and he doesn’t feel the same way he’ll ghost you

If he does like you he’ll call you sometimes just to talk when he can’t fall asleep

Won’t exactly tell you if he catches feelings you’ll just go out somewhere like to get breakfast and he’ll run into a friend and he’ll introduce you as his girlfriend

So anyway you’re dating now

Jooheon

Another “try not to fall in love” challenge

He’d suggest an arrangement just to make you blush and he shocked when you said yes

A real giver in bed, loves to eat you out and won’t even ask you to reciprocate but will be very grateful if you do

He’s so loud, wake the neighbors loud but his dirty talk is low key sweet

Also has a praise kink of sorts but likes to give rather than receive

Will fuck your brains out while singing your praises, “Look at you, baby, you’re so beautiful like this.”

He’d love to take you out, fancy dinners sometimes, would just kind of act like you’re his girlfriend even if it were casual

Will actually be your friend you can call him in the middle of the night crying and he’ll drop everything to help

Y'all will go to karaoke and shit he’s really like your bff who also dicks you down

If he wants to see someone else he’ll talk to you about it first and if you’re even a little uncomfortable, he won’t

He won’t be too salty if you see someone else but will be pouty and needy the next time you see him

Lots of cuddles and his dimpled smile

If you catch feelings it’ll make him catch feelings he’ll look at you in a whole new light

If he catches feelings he’ll just tell you

The second he realizes it he’ll deadass stick his head in the shower when you’re in there

“So hey I like you, let’s date, yeah?- why are you screaming it’s just me”

Changkyun (I.M)

He’s the most likely to be a whole fuck boy

He’s also probably the best in bed and he knows it

He’s a cocky little shit, knows how to make you tremble with a look and a slow wink

Will be your friend first and your sex partner second, if you’re upset or in a bad mood he’ll talk you down and make you feel better before even thinking of touching you sexually

Most blunt

“wya I’m horny come through”

Will talk to you about everything and nothing your pillow talk might be the best thing about your arrangement

Otherwise he won’t take you out much though he’s somewhat shy in public

Low groans and deep growls in bed

Absolute master of words in Korean or English lord help you if he dirty talks in bed p h e w

He won’t sext you much bc his deep ass voice is what makes your legs shake and he knows it

All about the foreplay wants to make you beg him to fuck you but he doesn’t last long because it gets him just as worked up

Rough in bed, sweet aftercare

Likes to wash your hair in the shower and shit

Makes you laugh a lot will send you memes when you’re having a bad day

Won’t initiate cuddling but loves it when you do and pulls you to against him

He will definitely be salty if you’re seeing someone else even if he is too but it’ll be quiet salty

If it’s in public he’ll just seduce you away from the other guy

“You like me better anyway, right honey?” Deep voice right against your ear as he ushers you into the cab and he’s all smirks when you let him up your skirt on the ride home

You WILL catch feelings even if you’re the most jaded bitch alive if you spend enough time with him

If you’re the type to run from feelings he will chase you

You’ll be talking to him after sex and he’ll give you that sweet smile when he shows his low-key dimples and your chest starts hurting and you’re like “I gtg”

He will follow you out the door fr

Blow your phone up

Even if he isn’t sure how you feel about him or he feels about he’ll want to make sure you’re ok

Would never ghost you even if you ended things

Would be the type to have a long conversation with you about your feelings

If he fell for you though you’d have to pin him down and talk about it he’d stop calling you as much and try to avoid talking about it

If you tease him about it he’d groan and almost get mad

“You loooove me”

“Shut up you’re dumb ion even like you”

Compliments you when you look nice but it’s lowkey

“Your hair looks good like that” or “your legs are nice you should wear skirts more often”

Suggests you to get serious very casually

“So you’re my girlfriend now, okay? Where do you wanna eat and if you say you don’t care I swear to God”

[lifesasickjoke]

The Dirt

The Dirt - part 2

part 1 - part 3

Pairing: Douglas!Nikki x Reader

Word count: 3015

Chapter summary: Tommy leads (Y/N), Mick, and Nikki to a small garden party, where he thinks they will find the perfect lead singer for their band.

Tommy was right, of course, and Vince became the newest addition to the band they named Mötley Crüe.

Warnings: Swearing

Authors note: The gifs don’t seem to be loading and I hope its only on my computer. Bare with me, I’m trying to fix them.

We followed Nikki into the garden party made to host a band.

The party had a lot of people crowding around. Especially girls. A hell load of girls.

Their heads all turned to us when Nikki walked through the gates followed by one small, grumpy dad, one tall, hyperactive puppy, and an (H/C) in a white summer dress following after them. The vibes that radiated off this group was somewhere in between annoyed, giddy, smug and tense.

No, larger crowds didn't make me uncomfortable, it was just the amount of girls making eyes at Nikki.

Yes, I was used to it at this point, since we’ve known each other I’ve seen that Nikki could win any girl he wanted with just a string of words. But that doesn't mean I have to enjoy putting up with enduring all this sexual tension.

A smaller group of girls we passed giggled as their eyes lingered on my friends. I jogged a little to catch up with the group.

Being a bystander like those girls back there, you would have never guessed that I hang out with these three leather-clad and emo looking people because of our clashing style of personas and clothing.

I was walking right next to Nikki now. He noticed and smiled kindly down at me. He had a growth spurt about five years ago which made him at least twenty centimetres or so taller than me.

When we walked past the bar though, he suddenly moved his arm and reached out for a bottle of jack. He rested that arm loosely on my shoulders and passed the bottle of jack into his other hand so he could drink from it. But he didn't remove the arm that draped over my shoulder.

Sometimes, I really wonder if he was either teasing me in a friendly way or if he knew that I had fallen head of heels for him.

He steered me and the group towards the crowds of girl and then past them towards a table. The stage where the band was playing was right in front of us. When I realized that the band was singing a cover of ‘My Kinda Lover’, I couldn't resist on softly singing along.

Nikki had the guts to chuckle and pull me into his body a little closer.

‘A fucking cover band?’ Mick grunted.

Tommy nodded happily, ‘yeah, but I'm telling you I went to high school with this dude.’

I broke free from Nikki’s arm and walked with Mick to a free table. I loosely danced on the spot next to him.

‘So you aren't the singer and you don't play an instrument.’ he said.

‘That's right.’ I nodded.

‘So what are you for? You’re not forced to be at the band sessions because your boyfriend dragged you along, right?’

‘Boyfriend?’ I stopped stepping to the beat. Mick pointed at Nikki, who was walking this way as we spoke.

I laughed and quickly shook my head.

‘No, we’re just friends.’ I corrected quickly. But Mick didn't seem fazed by my reply.

Nikki sat down the bottle of jack and slipped into the free spot next to me.

‘His voice ain't bad.’ Mick complimented.

‘Understatement’ I smiled and continued to sway to the song.

‘I don't care if he can sing or not. Look what he's doing to those chicks.’ Nikki pointed out.

He was right. The crowd that the lead singer seemed to have attracted the most was mainly full of girls that occasionally gave out flirty remarks and mostly flirty shrieks.

Tommy began to bob to the beat as well and he and I danced a bit with each other. He took my hand and twirled me out under his arm.

I never noticed that Nikki was secretly admiring me dance until Tommy pointed it out to me a bit later.

‘He seems disappointed that you’re not dancing with him.’ he said jokingly and I scoffed.

When the singer hit his high note and finished the song, Tommy and I both clapped appreciatively.

‘Yeah, Vinnie!’ Tommy called out, but his voice got drowned out by the crowd of girls that were still going crazy.

‘Woo! Thank you. We’re Rock Candy!’ the lead singer, Vinnie, said into the microphone before stepping off stage.

‘Shitty name.’ Mick sighed. Referring back to his logic of ‘‘shitty name = shitty band’’

‘He's fucking perfect, man.’ Tommy insisted.

‘He's pretty good.’ Nikki agreed.

‘Got moves too.’ I added.

‘All right. I'm gonna go talk to him. Where's the tape?’ Tommy asked. Mick had given it to me earlier today and I dug around for it in my dress pockets.

We stood and watched Tommy approach the singer. They embraced in an excited hug before Tommy pointed over to us. I waved at the blondie. His gaze lingered a little longer on me and I could've sworn he gave me a flirtatious wink before he turned back to Tommy. Not even a minute later and he was already walking back to us.

‘I think he's in.’ he cheered.

I was already up making lunch when Nikki stumbled out of his cave of a room. His bed hair was sticking up in all sorts of directions and his eyes were still half closed because of the light streaming into the room. The worst thing? His sweatpants were hanging lowly off his toned hips.

My cheeks heated up immediately when I caught a glimpse of his v line. I hated myself for having fallen for Nikki. I knew that he would never like me back in that way, yet alone love.

He opened the fridge behind me and got himself a beer.

‘The boys called. They'll be here in fifteen minutes.’ I said. Nikki hummed in response and sat down next to me. He rested his head on the table.

I watched him fall asleep.

‘Hey.’ I nudged his leg with my foot. ‘Get dressed.’

I noticed a car pull up in front of our apartment. A red sports car that was way too fancy to belong to anyone in this building. Nikki noticed it too and leaned over my shoulder to pull down the blinds and get a better look.

‘Tommy, your boy’s here.’ he said. The blond singer from yesterday, Vince Neil, got out of one side and a blonde female came out from the other.

‘Who’s the chick?’ Nikki asked. His voice was full of interest.

‘Which one?’ joked Mick.

I grew kinda jealous immediately. The lady that was making her way towards our apartment was absolutely stunning in every way. She wore this beautiful cream one piece and her locks bounced in every step she took. No wonder she caught Nikki’s attention immediately

Tommy pushed us all away from the window so he could get a look too.

‘Yeah, that's him.’

Nikki opened the door when two knocks came from it.

‘Hey.’ he greeted the woman. She nodded and pushed past him, striding into my apartment. That was kinda rude, I thought to myself. But she's pretty. She could get away with stepping onto the president's foot and not apologizing after.

‘Hey, man. Nikki. Come in.’ he introduced himself.

‘What's up, man? Vince.’ Vince said. He walked into the apartment too and as soon as he saw Tommy, he immediately got more excited.

‘Hey! What's up, Vince?’ Tommy cheered.

‘All right!’ Vince showed the same level of excitement. Vince’s date, however, remained static and motionless in the middle of the room. I walked up to her and introduced myself with a handshake.

Nikki pointed at Mick. ‘This is Mick Mars.’ and then he pointed at me ‘and that's (Y/N) (L/N)’

I smiled at Vince and he nodded back.

‘Did you, uh, listen to the tape?’ Nikki asked Vince when he took the paper I was holding for him out of my hands.

‘And we got you some lyrics. This is ‘Live Wire.’’

‘Yeah, I like this one.’ Vince said.

The band got ready to play.

‘What's up, babe?’ Vince asked the girl that came with him when he noticed the judgemental looks she was giving everyone.

She answered in an innocent voice, ‘I'm just trying to make sure these guys are good enough to play with you, baby.’

The boys and I exchanged uncertain looks. I was sure that Vince was a potential lead singer, but I wasn't so sure his girlfriend approved of us.

Mick began to lead the group into the song, Tommy and Nikki following. The girl dramatically sat down next to me and crossed her long and elegant legs to appear loftier and ladylike. I handed the microphone to Vince before sitting on the sofa next to her.

‘Plug me in, I'm alive tonight. Out on the streets again. Turn me on, I'm hard to stop. Something you'll never forget. Take my fist, break down walls-’

Vince’s voice somehow managed to sound screechy and out of tune, nothing like how it was yesterday.

‘This isn't right.’ the lady shot up from the sofa and motioned for the band to stop.

‘All right. Stop.’ Nikki repeated the motion at Tommy who at first couldn't hear anything because he continued to bang the drums but then Tommy fumbled to keep his hi-hat quiet.

‘Sorry, what?’ Nikki asked the lady again now that everything had quietened down.

She fumed.

‘This music’s way too heavy, baby.’ I saw Tommy hide a snicker, Nikki suppressing one as well. Mick just blankly stared at her. I realized that he rarely ever showed any emotion whatsoever.

‘Oh, thank you.’ Nikki sarcastically said. He noticed me staring and behind the lady's back he made a gagging motion and I laughed.

‘Why don't we just tune it all down a whole step?’ Mick suggested. The band nodded.

‘Let's play it faster, too.’ Tommy added.

The lady returned to the sofa and smiled bittersweetly.  

‘If you, uh, really stretch out the chorus... and you punch the top, man. Hit this note, right here.’ Nikki said, pointing to various places on the sheet Vince was holding. Then, Nikki got more serious.

‘And muzzle that.’ he warned Vince. He was talking about his date.

The woman gasped angrily.

‘Hey, fuck you, asshole!’

She uncrossed her legs and stood up. I met Nikki's eyes and shook my head with a small smile. He shouldn't have done that. He just gave me his signature smirk. Anyone of his old school teachers would immediately send him to the principal's office when they saw that smirk. It was a daring smirk that challenged anyone that it was thrown at.

The lady took a couple of menacing steps towards him, throwing her hands around dangerously.

‘He doesn't tell me what to do, so go fuck yourself, motherfucker!’

Mick drowned her out by playing his guitar riff.

The same chords were being played, only slightly faster. And when Vince began to sing, the whole song fell into place.

The woman defeatedly sat back down when she realized no one was listening or caring about her opinions.

I, however, leaned forward in my seat with anticipation as I listened to Vince sing, Tommy striking the drums along with Nikki and Mick playing their guitars.

When Vince hit the high note, I was already grinning like an idiot and admiring the view before me.

‘Holy shit.’ the lady said when she finally realized how good they were.

I had another shift at the diner, so I got back to the apartment pretty late. I suspected that Vince, Tommy and Mick were still there, so I brought three extra servings of fries and burgers with me.

When I walked around the corner to my apartment, I could hear the laughing from the band way before I even stood in front of the door. I smiled along with their laughs and opened the door.

Nikki smiled immediately when he saw me.

‘I got dinner.’ I cheered, lifting the two plastic bags for the boys to see and dropped them next to the empty beer bottles on the coffee table. The boys had pulled up more chairs and a sofa so they could all sit in a circle.

Tommy immediately dug through one of the plastic bags as I straightened my pink dress and sat myself down too.

‘So.’ I stretched and got comfortable, ‘what’ve I missed?’  

‘So here's my theory, okay?’ Nikki made sure I was paying attention, ‘if we want to knock people on their asses, then we've gotta give them a show. The punks, they're doing the minimalist things, so let's take it in the exact opposite direction. I'm talking a stadium show in the clubs, man.’ the rest of the band were interested now too.

I nodded, encouraging him to speak further.

‘Like, costumes and lights and-’

‘Pyro! Flames and shit!  Explosions!’ Tommy shouted. A burst of fire erupted from his hands. I jumped back in shock and saw that he had a lighter and a can of hairspray in his hands.

‘Wait for a second, Tommy, that's my hairspray. Who gave you that?’ I asked him.

Tommy glanced at me sheepishly, before Nikki continued.

‘Exactly. Look, it's a fucking war out there, and the only way we win is by showing these kids something they've never seen before.’

‘Huh.’ I commented, soaking all of that in.

‘So what do we call this thing?’ Vince asked. Nikki quickly picked up his notebook and started flipping through the pages.

‘You know, it's all about being, like, fucking larger than life.’ he explained and turned his notebook to us.

In a fat, red marker, Nikki had drawn a giant pentagram and underneath written ‘XMASS’ in skinny letters.

He rose his eyebrow at me and nodded, expecting a good response from me.

‘XMASS?’ I questioned him.

He nodded like it was brilliant. Like it was the smartest thing he had ever thought of.

‘Yeah.’

‘Cute.’ I sighed under my breath when I saw how enthusiastic he was.

‘On a scale of one to ten, that gets a 1.9.’ Mick grunted.

Tommy, Vince and I chuckled as a response, but Nikki’s shoulders dropped in disappointment?

‘It's a play on Christmas, you know. You can use all the Christ imagery and shit.’ he said.

‘It'll piss people off.’ I told Nikki.

‘But it will make people think, you know.’ Nikki tried to persuade them, including me.

If he has my vote, he knows he will get his way. But he droned off when he saw Tommy pull a funny face.

He tried to save his idea as well as his train of thoughts. With one last excited hand gesture, he said, ‘it's got shock value.’

‘Yeah.’ Mick scoffed. ‘I'm shocked by how much it blows.’

I broke off into a laughing fit with Tommy and Vince.

The sight of me laughing created a small smile on Nikki’s lips as it warms his heart. But for the sake of being a buff, emo bassist, he blew off the butterflies.

‘All right then, assholes. You give it a shot,’ he said and handed some paper out, even to me, ‘but fucking make it big!’

I used the pen I had clipped to the pocket of my dress that I also used for writing down orders. It was always handy to have a pen on you. But unlike Tommy and Mick who immediately started drawing or writing on their pieces of paper, I just hovered above mine with my pen. Nothing came to mind. Nothing cool, anyways.

Next, to me, Tommy started chuckling idiotically. He leaned into my shoulder and showed me his drawing (but made sure that no one else could see it). I burst out in laughter as well, which seemed to spark Nikki’s attention more.

To my confusion, but overall surprise, I saw him give Tommy a look that was somewhat of a cross between anger and hurt. I’ve seen this look from him a lot more often now and it seemed to have started ever since Tommy and I grew closer to each other.

And sure, in this case, it might’ve been because this was a serious band discussion and he was goofing around, but a little part of me wanted him to be jealous.

‘What have you got, Tommy?’ Nikki asked. I could’ve sworn I heard his voice crack, though, like how it would when someone sees something that hurts them but they are trying to be cool about it.

Tommy proudly turned his notepad to the rest of the group. I watched Vince nearly choke on his beer and Nikki double over as both bursts into laughter as well.

Mick just shook his head and scoffed.

‘The Fourskins? Really, Tommy?’ Nikki asked.

‘‘Cause we're gonna fuck the audience in the face every night, dude.’

‘Yeah, but can you see that shit on The Marquee above The Forum?’

‘He's got a point.’ I shook my head. In the corner of my eye, I could see Nikki relax when I took his side.

Tommy considered his options, then dropped the notepad onto the sofa.

‘Okay, you're right. I'm out.’

Nikki licked his lips in thought and turned to me.

‘Anything?’

‘No, sorry.’ I hung my head.

‘Come on, Mick. you've gotta do better than that.’ Nikki sighed.

Mick contemplated his notebook, before turning it around.

It said ‘Motley Crew’. It was a simple, catchy phrase without a logo. Motley referred to the band, it meant incongruously varied in appearance or character. It referred to miscellaneous, diverse, assorted and heterogeneous. Something that they definitely were.

‘I've been waiting a long time for this day.’ Mick said. There was a small smile playing at his bottom lip.

‘All right.’ Nikki said. He took the paper pad and pen from mick and drew something onto the sign. I slid off the couch and fell to my knees beside him, watching with interest as Nikki added two dots over the ‘o’ in ‘Motley’ and crossed out the correct spelling of ‘crew’, replacing it with ‘Crüe’.

‘Now we’re talking.’ he muttered to himself, before showing the rest of the group.

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Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover: Chapter 7

Sander Sides

Word count: 1916

Characters: Patton/Creativity, Virgil/Anxiety, Patton/Morality, Logan/Logic

Warnings: Nothing that I noticed, let me know if you spot anything

Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but somehow perfect match of a friendship went their days peaceful in their small community until one day a new pair of brother; Patton and Virgil, moved into town and showed the owners a new way of life.

Chapter seven: Content

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

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Sigh.

Logan let out a heavy breath as he looked up at the opening doors, expecting to see a certain dramatic man, but instead being greeted by a couple who he recognised had visited a few times. He gave them a friendly smile before looking around the rest of the library. He had opened at his usual time in the morning,but was confused when Roman did not enter at least 30 minutes after. Checking his messages to make sure he didn’t call in sick, he huffed as he got to work. Logan was counting his lucky stars that it wasn’t busy today, meaning he was able to go between doing his usual business in the library, hands out discount cards and apologise to the regulars of the cafe while answering any questions that visitors came up to him and asked.

About two hours later, Roman came rushing into the library, immediately going to his cafe and starting to set it up. He was a mess. Not even in his Prince outfit, hair a birds nest on top of his head which was a sign something was definitely wrong or not right.

Logan watched Roman run around like a turkey without its head as he got the chairs out and ready and getting the coffee machine started up. Observing him, Logan noticed that those were indeed the clothes that Roman went with when he went to give Virgil back his bag. (Logan doesn’t understand the need to change clothes depending on the situation as he believes formal is always the way to go, nor the need to get your friends to check your outfits to make sure it’s ok for said situation. But Roman did both, and he wasn’t going to tell him how he criticizes his actions, especially since Roman is his only lasting friend from school). Knowing this, Logan came to a conclusion and went up to the counter Roman was under, trying to fix the plug that fell loose. “Roman, did you sleep at Patton and Virgil’s house yesterday.

Thunk.

“Oh fuuudge,” Roman groaned, standing up while rubbing the back of his head. “How did you… actually, I don’t want to know how you know. But yes, I did.”

“Did you have-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” He held up a finger in warning.

Logan gave a single nod. “Sorry, I just assumed because that’s what two people usually do when they like each other.”

Roman sighed. “You’re kinda correct. In this sense, we were just… connecting. I learnt new stuff about him and then we all ate pizza and watched cartoons for the rest of the night.”

“Until you fell asleep?”

“Yes, which lead to me waking up on their couch late which is why I am late. The house was empty but I got a morning text explaining that they didn’t want to wake me since I apparently ‘looked adorable’ in the words of Patton.”

Logan could feel the fondness rolling off of Roman as he talked about Virgil’s text, which just made him give a small smile. “Well I’m glad you were able to have some quality time with Virgil, even if it did make you late for work.”

Roman face turned a shade of light pink, but his smile was wide as he started to serve the first customers of the day while Logan went back to labelling the new order of books.

—

“Hey-a Logan!” Patton exclaimed as he came up towards the librarian later that day.

“Greetings Patton,” He smiled back, turning back to stack his books and trusting that Patton will follow him.

“May I just say how lovely it was for Roman to drop by yesterday. I wasn’t expecting him too after what happened but my golly it made Virgil so happy to see him!”

“Yes, well I suggested it may of been the best option to at least return Virgil’s bag to him so he may attend school tomorrow with his work.”

“Awww, that it so sweet Logan! It really meant a lot to him, he was even more panicked when he realised he had left his work but I knew you would take good care of it.”

Logan nodded. “I take work very seriously and I understand how important it is. I would never let a student lose their work in this library.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence fell upon them. Logan walking around, placing the last of the new books into the shelves while Patton followed him, just a step behind. Eventually Patton spoke up, breaking it.

“Um… Logan?”

Logan turned around, giving his full attention to the smaller man in front of him. “Yes Patton?”

“I… I just wanted to apologise…”

“I don’t understand. You haven’t done anything wrong.” “No, not now… but when we first met…” Patton gaze stayed down, his hands fiddling with the sleeves of his cardigan that sat on his shoulders. “You had constantly asked me to call you Logan, yet I refused to… I realise looking back how rude that was of me and I should of listened to you and I’m sorry.”

Logan just stared at Patton for a few moments, completely bewildered. No one had ever apologized for something they’ve done to him apart from Roman. Although it got him irritated, he forced his emotions down about it because he was preparing to just power past it. But Patton apologized. He was told that his feelings matter and his chest felt like it was glowing even though he knew that was physically impossible but he didn’t know how else to describe this feeling.

“I… Don’t know how to respond… Thank you Patton.”

Patton’s face released the tension it was obviously holding as he waited for Logan’s response, a small smile flourishing on his face. “It’s no problem. You deserved the apology Logan.”

Logan returned the smile. It was small, but it was enough to make Patton’s grow.

“Well, I’ve got to keep putting these books back.”

“Oh of course! Let’s finish this and then we can do whatever else you have left!”

They fell back into their comfortable silence, Patton walking beside Logan as he finished off his work around the library. Both content as could be.

—

Virgil walked into the library cafe and took his usual seat. Could he really call it his when he’s only been coming here for the past week and a half?

‘Who is going to stop me?’ Thought Virgil has he pulled out his books. With headphones drilling music into his head, he got into his work with the comfort of the library environment helping calm his nerves about getting good grades on these assignments.

Roman, who had given Virgil space to do his school work, couldn’t help himself after an hour and made him a coffee. He slid it in front of the boy, a smirk growing on his face at the unamused look he got out of Virgil.

“I don’t remember ordering anything. What type of service is this?” Virgil asked, pulling his headphones down around his neck.

“Are you really going to complain about getting a free coffee?” Roman winking, getting a grumble out of the blushing boy. “Plus, I made this coffee extra special today.”

“That scares me.”

Roman gasped, hand covering his heart as he truly looked like an offended dramatic ass prince. “That is so rude! What would make you think that I would do anything bad towards the coffee?”

“Because knowing your taste, there’s goin’ to be so many sweeteners in where that my teeth will fall off just from this drink.”

“Just because you don’t have a sweet tooth doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy my taste in drink!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, putting his pen down to lift the hot drink up to his lips, the lips Roman were definitely not staring at. He took a sip, the drink sitting on his tongue for a second before he spat it back into the cup, scrunching up his face.

“Oh god dude, what the hell is that?” “Vanilla, one of the best flavours that add an extra sweetness to your live.”

“How dare you make my coffee vanilla. You know I like it strong and kinky.”

Now it was Roman’s turn to blush, his mouth hung open from him being speechless.

Virgil snickered. “Here pretty boy, take your poison of a drink.” He placed the coffee in front of Roman, who just silently picked it up and drank the coffee, still shocked about the comment. Virgil picked up his pen again, leaving his headphones down as he started to get back to work.

He tried to ignore how Roman stared at him, but after 20 minutes it started to get to him. He looked up, eyebrow raised.

“Why don’t you just take a photo? It would last longer.”

He smirked when he managed to make Roman’s eyes widen when he realised he had been caught. But his eyes widened and he ducked his face into his hands when he realised Roman was actually pulling out him phone.

“What are you doing?! Don’t take a picture of me!” “You’re the one who asked me too handsome,” Roman grinned. “Pleaseee, just one picture for me?”

Virgil grumbled some curses under his breath before removing one hand to flip Roman off. His other hand was covering his lower half of his face to hide his blush and his smile that formed by seeing Roman’s eyes shimmering when he looked at him.

Roman held his phone up and snapped a few photos for good measure, immediately setting Virgil as his homescreen. He couldn’t stop grinning even after he put his phone down, looking back up at the stunned emo.

“Thank you,” acknowledging his nervousness, Roman reached over the table and grabbed the hand that was just before expressing rude remarks and held it so softly. He didn’t mean his breath to hitch, but god was his breath taken away by the feeling of Virgil’s hand in his own. He could feel the calluses along Virgil’s hands, the unique bumps that displayed his dedication to banging those drums with such emotion. The way his fingers slotted into his own, no resistance to one another as they held hands.

“You’re!!! Holding!!! His!!! Hand!!!”

Alarm bells started ringing in Roman’s head as he pulled his hand back, his face turning scarlet. “I am truly sorry, I should of asked for permission to just touch you like that I just-”

“Ro.”

“-I wasn’t thinking I just saw that you were nervous-”

“Roman.”

“-and so I didn’t know what to do because I made you nervous and your hand was just there and so I just-”

“For the love of god, Roman shut up.” Virgil snapped.

Roman finally shut his mouth, eyebrows scrunched with worry as he stared at Virgil.

“Yes. You taking that photo did make me nervous. But mainly because I’m full of anxiety because that’s what I do. But… this…” Virgil reached back out and laced their fingers together. Although his face started to go the slightest bit pink and his breath went shaky at the contact of Roman’s impossibly soft hands, his voice was sure. “… this was ok…”

So they sat like that. Virgil got back to his work while Roman admired every detail of his face, every small movement to every reaction that just made him seem more and more beautiful. Hands staying together across the table.

Content, Roman took a deep breath.

Sigh.

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A/N: I had no idea what I was going to do this chapter so thanks @tisithelittleelephant for your comment on one of my chapters that inspired a major part in this chapter :)

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Broken Bonds

This is a writing project I collabed with @creativity-killed-thekitten to write, after getting inspired of their headcanons in a discord server we share. They’re such a great writer and I hope they agree with me, that this was super fun to write together!

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Triggers: angst, breakup, crying, panic attack, abusive relationship, lying, Deceit

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Virgil had suspected this, but it still slapped him on the face as he saw Roman and Deceit sitting on the couch, snuggling each other as they watched a Disney-movie. Being literally Anxiety he had figured this, worst-case scenario, was possible but even he hadn’t thought it would take such a short time from recognizing the first signs of flirting between the two to full-blown cuddling. Virgil clenched his fists.

Thoughts began spiraling in his head as he stood in the doorway, unseen by the duo.

It was logical, in some ways, as to why anybody would want to date Deceit. Virgil knew that first-hand, the words of validation from him were sweet as honey and he had that dangerous kind of charm to him.

However, it had all come to a crashing end. Deceit had decided to lie to him, maybe with a good intention, but still.

He didn’t want Virgil to worry about that one close-minded aunt at the family gathering, so he told his boyfriend she was accepting of Thomas’ identity. Assuming it would help Virgil who was already stressed over meeting regular people he obviously meant well. However, Thomas happened to make a pun about said aunt opening a closet, and Virgil could never live down the panic he had caused in the mindspace that day, in addition to the horrible situation Thomas had to go through. It had been over six months, but the anxious man still held grudges over the past.

He had sworn none of them would have to get hurt by the liar ever again.

And here Roman was, leaning his head on Deceit’s shoulder, giggling stupidly as the other man commented the antagonist’s outfit design.

All Virgil could do was stare at them, emotions bubbling inside of him, veins hot with anger and eyes furrowed in a disappointed frown. He remained impassible, not daring to move a muscle, until Deceit met his gaze, raising a perfect eyebrow.

At that, Virgil sank out, reappearing in his room.

Darkness overtook him as tears began falling copious down his face, impacting against the same floor he had fallen on his knees to. All he could do was brace himself, as tight as he could, resembling a hug, his thoughts finally ran wild.

He had been a fool. Letting himself vulnerable to someone else? How could he let himself fall so foolishly in love?

Virgil hated to admit how much memories the scene had brought back to his mind. He didn’t want to admit that he missed Deceit’s touch, and the perhaps questionable way he wanted to protect him. He shook his head, trying to forget about it and stop crying and shaking, but the thoughts kept creeping back into his mind. If only Virgil could have gotten over that fraud, but it seemed impossible.

The only person he had felt slightly interested about after that was the man who was flirting with Deceit this very moment… Virgil had never felt this lost during his existence, however dramatic he took all the negative events in Thomas’ life.

He remained on the floor of his room, face covered in tears and hiccups breaking through his body. However, he didn’t care. All he could think of was the loneliness and solitude that clawed through him, leaving him in shreds.

They were flirting together. That was an undeniable fact, that not even his cognitive distortion, or whatever, would mess with, making the situation worse than it already was. Which left him feeling utterly lost and betrayed. Like getting stabbed to the back twenty three times by those he trusted most.

He was Anxiety, he should have predicted the moment where his stupid fantasies would have been broken and would fall to reveal the sour truth. He should have known and not let himself fall for charming grins and stunning eyes.

But, he didn’t, and it had destroyed him.

A soft knock came from the door, which only made Virgil cries become quieter as he returned aware of his surroundings. Momentarily ignoring his spiralling thoughts.

“Kiddo- Virgil?”

Silence was all Patton received and Virgil stared at the closed door, heart beating against his ribcage.

“Virgil, everything alright? I heard crying and-“

The door opened, revealing Patton whose eyes were shining of concern. The moment they reached Virgil’s puffy red eyes and the tears that were clinging to his face, however, he took a protective stand. Crumbling next to his best friend, as he softly took the others nearly limp body in his arms.

If there was a thing Patton was good at, it was hugs. His arms were warm and they reminded Virgil of home, stealing a cookie from the batch that were spread around the kitchen, of the soft hum of movies as he fell asleep, finally at peace. Patton was comforting in a way no one could replicate, and if there was something Virgil needed at the moment was comfort.

And vengeance. But, that would come with time.

Patton held Virgil tight in his arms, ever so gently rocking them as Virgil’s hiccups quieted down slowly.

”It’s gonna be alright,” Patton whispered, summoning a tissue and offering it to Virgil who wiped a few eyeshadow-colored tears from his cheek. ”There you go,” Patton smiled.

The fatherly side waited for Virgil to take a breath and to explain why he was so devastated. But to Patton’s affliction, the other side just stayed quiet, staring at nothing as if he just wanted to forget everything.

”Kiddo?” Patton turned Virgil’s head gently to get him look at him. The sad side just turned his head back, not wanting to look into the other’s eyes.

”Kiddo,” Patton repeated ”please, talk to me. It won’t do no good to wallow in negative thoughts like that.”

Virgil let out a breath, leaning his head on Patton’s shoulder. ”I’m just overreacting again, you shouldn’t worry about me.”

Patton smiled sadly, rubbing the other side’s back. ”I see it’s more than that, honey.”

Virgil grimaced. ”It’s such a long story, I don’t want to take up any of your precious time.”

”My most important job right now is to make sure my edgy son is not bottling up things,” Patton answered.

Virgil sighed. ”I suppose I don’t really have a choice on the matter.” Despite his words the side seemed slightly relieved. He took a breath, beginning to explain the situation to his friend.

It should have taken only a few minutes to explain the whole situation.

How he had fallen for Deceit, how charming and handsome he had been, only to discover it was just another one of his façades. He explained if the tears and all that followed after the breakup and how he had began seeing the hope he had lost in Romans’ eyes.

The idyllic situation hadn’t remain, crumbling like the last pieces of Virgil’s small and emo heart. At least there was Patton, holding him tenderly and sounding like home, keeping him from crashing definitely on the floor.

“Geez, kiddo. I’m the heart, but, you’re the one with heart problems!”

Commented Patton, and Virgil buried himself in the others shirt, tears soaking the cloth. A sour laugh escaped from his lips, only drowned by another wave of strangled sobs.

Patton hummed sadly. ”I know it hurts. It hurts so bad, but Roman and Deceit make their own choices as well as you choose to walk away from the relationship with Deceit.” The fatherly side rocked Virgil gently. ”How does a marathon of cat videos sound, kiddo? I think you might want a distraction right now.”

Virgil nodded, wiping his tears and smudged eyeshadow. ”I should go wash my face first.”

Patton nodded, smiling. ”Do it. I’ll be here, and when you come back we can just cuddle and have a peaceful night.” he summoned a laptop and climbed on Virgil’s bed to make it extra comfy as the emo side disappeared to the bathroom.

In the bathroom Virgil focused all of his energy to not start fully crying again. The situation was terrible, and Patton’s kitten videos were barely a distraction from the depressing reality. He took a shaky breath, walking back out and to his bed. Patton wrapped an arm around the emo side’s shoulders and Virgil felt himself calm down at the adorable giggles of his friend as another cat did something silly on the screen. But all he could really think of was how much Patton’s embrace reminded him of the relationship he was never going to be part of.

Patton remained next to his best friend, an arm around him as he slowly fell asleep.

With a soft sigh he closed the videos, taking off his glasses and placing them on his bedside table, his mind rushing. It sounded ridiculous, to him, absolutely ridiculous that Virgil had to suffer so much, again.

And, seeing him so distraught and broken had him in pieces. It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair for Virgil and whoever had to suffer through any heartbreak. Although, he knew it would be hard to prevent.

As he held his best friend in his arms, Patton finally let himself fall in a dreamless sleep.

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The little goddess

Part 1 of 3 ---- I’m falling, my eyes are closed because I can’t stand to see the world moving that fast around me. To see death looking me in the eyes. My heart is beating so fast I am a heart attack risk, and I almost wish that I died before I hit the ground. I hear the world whistling by before I hear and feel nothing.

Glancing around, I see a man that looks like he would belong in Italy, with dark brown curls that seem to have no rhyme or reason. Eyes so black it pulls the light out of the air, yet are filled with a kind of childlike happiness. A sharp jaw, high cheekbones, features that wouldn’t look out of place on an aristocrat. And he is holding me. My setting is unfamiliar, it doesn’t share the same appearance of where I fell, even the sky is different. The man notices my curiosity and smiles before setting me down. I feel lighter than I did before, something is different, but I can’t seem to place it.

I wander until I find a garden, the man followed me the whole way. We had passed many people, who looked at us, but said nothing. The garden was in front of a large castle, and the man only nodded when I looked to see if it was okay for me to be there. In the garden there were flowers and many fruit trees. The fruits seemed to glimmer with jewel like appearances, and I was captivated. I reached out for one but the man - still saying nothing - grabbed my hand and lead me away. He spoke quietly but it carried as if the world wanted me to hear him.

“Don’t eat those, they are dangerous for someone like you.” His words confused me but at a questioning glance he said nothing more.

He lead me inside the castle, into a room decorated beautifully. It was something that suited my tastes exactly, as if I had decorated it myself. As I turned to thank him, he had disappeared into seemingly thin air.

“I wonder why he left so suddenly… He seemed so kind, but… where am I?” I glanced around, but it lent me no clues to my whereabouts.

Little did I know, but across the castle, the man stood among those he held close to his heart. It was a meeting of sorts for their lord. He paced as his friends bickered, unable to find a  solution.

“You should calm down, for all you know, she knows nothing, she may be frightened. You should explain yourself.” A woman with a crown of flowers on a nest of mahogany brown hair spoke up. Her eyes were as green as the stems, and her skin as pale as her whitest daisies.

Another man spoke from across the room, gaining their attention as this was the first time he had spoke this meeting. “She didn’t cross like the others did, she is special. However, her death symbolizes something, possibly a resurgence of a new bout of gods. She may only be the first, or she may be the only. We will not know for some time, but she has appeared here and taken well to you, so I vote that we make her comfortable. She may be a better suit for you than Persephone,” at a nod of agreement from the said queen of the dead, he continued on, “and she may not have to leave. Hades, give the poor girl a chance.”

“I don’t know if I can… she only trusts me because I was the one who caught her. I said nothing of who I am or where we were. I… I may have already ruined things.” Taking his head into his hands, he took a seat on the steps to his throne. Thanatos just shook his head with the others at their dramatic king.

“She thinks only good of you, give her a bouquet, something beautiful. Tell her your name and go from there. You have always been too kind and too worried about messing things up. Take a chance.” Hecate spoke from her corner of the room, with bright blue hair and skin as dark as the night, her eyes being pure white were like a shock. They seemed unseeing, but they bored into Hades with an unrelenting power.

“I agree, it's not as if she has any power yet, tell her while a outburst won’t bring the whole castle to the ground.” Nemesis spoke, her prosthetic arm waving wildly as her eyes crinkled with the slightly deranged smile. It seemed off putting to anyone who had never seen it before, but to the rest of them, it was nothing but one of her quirks.

Persephone whispered something in his ear, and he finally looked up with an apologetic smile as she waved him of with a grin as she nodded and disappeared, leaving petals on the floor where she had stood.

“Why is she the only one that can get him out of the emo corner he constantly tries to hide in? I have tried for centuries and it has done me no good. Magic woman, tell me how.” Nyx pointed at Hecate only for her to send a breeze over to the queen of the night. “That doesn’t answer my question and you know it.” Hecate's only response was to disappear in smoke, leaving only a stem of sage in her wake.

“Meeting adjourned then, if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to.” With that, their own king disappeared as well, only a sliver of obsidian to prove that he had been there.

I had fallen asleep halfway through their little meeting of sorts. It wasn’t something intentional, but after I had explored the room, I was hit with the type of exhaustion that nearly cripples you. So I flopped onto my bed and was asleep before my head even touched the bed.

I woke up, not to the birds I had grown accustomed to, or the annoying sun in my eyes, but rather of my own volition. Also, to a knock at the door. Or many. I just wanted to turn myself into a burrito and sleep some more, because I may be rested up, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t sleep for 5 more years if I wanted to.

“I’m awake, I’ll be out in just a moment, ‘kay?” I half yelled, my speech was slurred with sleep, but I didn’t care. The knocking stopped. Half of my brain told me to go back to sleep, but the other half told me to get up or they would start knocking again.

I noticed a outfit laid out at the foot of my bed, I didn’t know where it had come from and knowing myself I would have missed them in my once over of the room. They were probably someone else's, so I left it alone, and went to answer the door instead. The man from the day before was leaning against my wall, tapping his foot and looked as if he was about to begin pacing.

“Hello.” He jumped a bit at my voice, and settled when he noticed me. However his eyes gained a sad look to them as looked upon my current state of dress.

“Did you not like the clothes I sent for you? If you don’t like them then I can get you new ones.” His eyes glanced down as he began to fiddle with his rings. My eyes widened at the realization that they had been for me.

“Oh, it's not that! I just know myself too well. I thought it had been left over from the last person to have been in the room. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I just didn’t realize… I’m sorry.” His eyes had lit back up but the more that I talked the more panicked he looked.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry. I should have told them to leave a note. It was stupid of me to not have done so. You can go back and finish getting ready if you want to, I can wait.” He flashed me a smile before ushering me back into my room.

He was a very confusing man. But he was kind, better than any of my ex’s, and he wasn’t trying to get anything from me. He just seemed to want me to be happy. It was odd, but it felt… nice.

I ran into the bathroom I had seen the night before, and took a quick moment to admire the room yet again before I hopped into the shower. After I grabbed a towel and began to dry off, I walked out to grab the clothes that he had gotten me. It was a dress that reached to my mid-calf, it was a royal blue. There was also a pair of black flats to match the black trim of the dress. It was something that I would more readily wear to a big event than every day, but it was beautiful. I wasn’t going to turn it down because it didn’t seem like the right occasion. I slipped it on and looked in the mirror. Somehow, it fit me perfectly, but at this point I wasn’t going to question it.

I stepped back out of my room after putting my hair in my customary ponytail. He was actually pacing when I left my room this time. He wouldn’t have noticed me had I not let out a little laugh. His head shot up and he let out a shocked laugh at my appearance. I was nothing special, nothing beautiful in my own eyes, so I assumed it to be a laugh at himself. It was much later I realized the truth.

“Lead the way, you are the one who supposedly knows his way around here.” He gave a little nod and started walking, leading me right-right-straight-straight-left until we arrived at a big set of doors, which he opened, to find myself in the center of the garden again.

“I am afraid I am a bad host, I haven’t even introduced myself or asked for your name. Apologies, but I can rectify that now. I am Hades, it is nice to meet your acquaintance. You are?” His name rang bells, but I couldn’t place where from. As to not appear rude, I introduced myself as well.

“Kalia, and it's okay. I didn’t ask for your name either. I just don’t know why I am here. This doesn’t seem like the place I fell from, I don’t recognize any of this. I… can I know why you are letting me stay here?”

“You needed a place to stay, and I had a place that would work. You… the how and where we are is complicated. You should have taken a different way down here. You passed, your soul moved on, and it should have gone the way every other soul does. It should have been ferried across, but it didn’t. You fell from the sky, and I barely caught you in time. This is the underworld, but you aren’t to be judged. We are thinking that you may be of a new set of gods that was sent here because this is where your powers lay.”

“I- I’m sorry, I - I just, what? I died, I knew that was going to happen the second the ground crumbled, but a god?! No, it doesn’t make sense.” An energy began to build up around me, the more I tried to explain it to myself the stronger it became. “No, you are talking nonsense, it's not true, it can’t be.”

Hades reached out to me and suddenly the power that had been building up exploded out of me. He was thrown back, uninjured but dazed. I stared at myself as I tried to rationalize it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t because somehow I had just thrown the kind man who had only tried to help me without even touching him.

Because I was scared.

I will be the first to admit that when I get scared I try to rationalize my fear, because if I can prove it is fake, a lie, then I won’t be afraid anymore. But I… I threw him like a doll. He had to have been telling the truth because that blow would have at least hurt a person.

Then it clicked, the reason why he was so familiar. Hades, greek god of death. God. Ijustthrewagod. I just threw a god. I just threw Hades. With that realization I ran over to him. With my words forming apologies with varying volumes I held his head on my lap as I sat on the ground with him while he regained his bearings.

“Nemesis was right.” Words meant he was okay. Words meant that he wasn’t hurt to bad. Words meant that my brain could shut up about the chants of him being hurt to the point of death.

“Right about what?”

“It was better to do this now. Imagining how bad that could have been if I had given you more time to come into your ability may have sent me to the fields of asphodel. Remind me to thank her, would you?” I let out a choked laugh, my mind spinning at the thought of Hades getting hurt more than he already was. I couldn’t let that happen. I owed it to him now.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know how I did that, but I never want to do it again if it hurts anyone like that again.”

“Don’t say that, you are the only one who can to that, you could save someone with an ability like that. I won’t die from something like that. I will be fine. I will even teach you. Just don’t swear off using your ability yet. Okay?” At my weak nod he smiles again. “Now, would you help me stand? Because I can, I just need some help getting up.” I nod with a little more life this time, and another genuine smile arrives to face me.