#but we are closer NOWWWWW

[teddybeartoji]

mickey !! crawling out of my blanket fort for the ask game u just rbd…… for the questions, maybeee 1 + 26 + 41?? :3 am making a cup of coffee for u in preparation ☕️

OMG OMG OMGGGGG ARIIII MY SWEET LITTLE IRIS IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU HEREEE<333333

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

satoru................................ nobody is surprised lmao but he's my little itty bitty honey bunny blue eyed princess and i just feel like smiling whenever i think about him okay:(( i love him so much wahh:(( and also yuuji and hinata<33333 btw are we.. are we seeing a theme here i am not immune to big smiles alright????

i wish i could also say like abby or ellie from tlou but... i get no fucking comfort from them only pain and suffering idk why i like them in the first place smhh jkjk little angry lesbians oh how i love you so

okay now that i'm really thinking about it, thee most obscure little guy popped into my head - schmidt from new girl. i've only seen like the first three seasons but every time i see this guy i'm like yes. thank you schmidt. you are funny.

tried to go 2 minutes without talking about him but.... it is toji too. i keep seeing thee softest fanart of him on twt and i just melt every time. like pics of him in big jackets n coats with a massive scarf:(( or with him n mamagumi:(((((((((( idk i think about getting a hug from him and i'm fixed for a while what more could i ask from a comfort character🐱🐱

26. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

ok this is the first thing that first came to mind and i think it's so funny so that's the one i'm gonna go with

cue little eight year old mickey right. my family and our relatives were all at our family home, eating breakfast in the big room. there are multiple windows and when you look out you can see the front door right.... remember that. anyway, there's like 15 people in the room bla bla and i was sent to go fetch the fucking newspaper or smth.

so i go outside. and there's Three big steps there. okay another very important fact that i was a very. very very clumsy kid. let's continue. i fall down the three massive steps. of course. bare knees and all, fly right into the asphalt underneath but the thing is... i was clumsy but i wasn't a crier. like i always fell off trees and there literally wasn't a single summer until i was like 16 where my knees were NOT bruised and bloody lmao.

so i'm fine. i just thought it was funny bc c'mon how the fuck do you fall down three steps you know. but then i felt it... the glare........

still sitting on the ground with bloody knees and palms, i slooooowly turn around and find my dad just staring right at me. NOBODY else was looking, only him. he's looking at me and then he just slowly shakes his head......................................... omfggggg brooo don't act like you never did thattt😒😒😒😒 anyway idk why this one is so stuck in my head but i do still think it's so funny it's so stupid like why was he staring??? go help your kidd?????? i mean i was fine i didn't want his help buT IT'S ABOUT THE POINTTT

41. how do you take your coffee?

with milk and sugar hihihii!!! when i go out i usually order a cappuccino or if they have a frappe in the selection i'm getting that!!!

i'm good with it being hot, i'm good with it being lukewarm, i'm good with it being cold - i am not picky!!!!! i'm also not picky over the quality lmao i drink those capsule coffees at home and but i'm super used to the 3in1 drinks too just bc i was drinking a lot of those at work yk

[stans-kissing]

I'm just gonna keep sending stanbel asks until my break ends

MABEL WAS SUPER HEARTBROKEN AFTER HER LATEST ATTEMPT AT SUMMER ROMANCE FAILED SO SHE'S MOPING IN HER STAN CAKES AND STAN WALKS UP AND SHE'S LIKE 'I was supposed to have a date tonight what do I do nowwwww' and Stan's like 'Oh sweetie I'm sorry boys are the worst. We could stay in and watch movies if you want?' and Mabel interprets this as Date so she's like 'yes but you're wearing your suit and you're gonna come to my bedroom door with flowers and... ' and Stan's like 'well if it makes you happy okay'

i love this. i love his. thilvoe this.ilvoe this. okay. first time writing stanbel. lmk if i got it wronf. id ont nknow if this is what uouwere foingw iththis this. but this mainly about the aftermath to their date ok.

stan would be like aahaahah silly mabel she doesnt mean anything by this shes just being a young girl and im the weirdo for gteting all flustered when she clings to my arm as we walk downstairs and shes just being an innocent kid when she bats her eyelashes all doll-like and im just the weirdo here. i need tp repress my old man urges im foing this for her because shes upset and i love her aand iw ant to make her feel better. he has the most conflicting annoying emotions throughout the whole thing right and ofc bc hes stan he hates himself for it bc he almost slips and forgets hes on a 'date' with ihs niece yadda ydda you get the idea

mabel however is like yes yes yes my plan is owrking mwhahaha i am determined to romance that old man bc shes mabel and she had been like. purposefully throwing herseld all over him right so wheneber their date is over and mabel has to go to bed shes like grunkle staaan youre supposed to walk me to my door!! so hes like sigh ok and carries her upstairs bridal stylw and sets her down infront of her door and he's like alright pumpkin, bed time goofnight loveyou and she tugs on his sleeve with a little pout and looks up at him with her big anime eyes and is like.. grunkle stan.. youre supposed to give me a kiss goodbye.. thats what they do in all the movies.. all shy and and pokin her bottom lip out and stans like Guh. ma m m abel i . Not even thinking that he could just kiss her on the cheek bc hes been going through it all night but yknow. if shes asking. he cant say no to his little girl can he?? he swallows nervously and decides fuck it and leans down to press a little kiss to her pouty lips and he has to bite back a groan because holy fuck he's always wanted to do that and her lips felt so so soft against his even if it was just for a moment and he can feel her sticky glittery lipgloss on his lips and then her little hands are on either side of his face and she pulls him down to press another kiss to his lips and he just caves and pulls her in, wrapping hands around her and tugging her closer, licking her bottomlip open, tasting the flavored lipgloss and feeling over his braces and she whines into his mouth and his hands get tangeled in her hair and he moves to nip at her neck, losing himself and pressing her impossibly closer and she lets out a high pitched moan

And then they hear shuffling from the room next to them and stan can hear dipper's soft footstepspadding towards the door and hes liek Fuck oh mygod and pulls away from mabel and she's jst starin up at him wide-eyed n panting, looking absolutely fucked and oh god if that sight doesn't give him an instant boner and then dipper opens the door all blinkey and sleepy and he's like are u guys ok did i hear someone crying and stn just stutters out some shit like uhmgmm no mabels just going to bed okbye and he skitters away cuz hes a pusssy

anyways yeah thakn you i kinda ran with this sowwwyyyy

PELASE DONT STO SENDING ME ASKS I CANOT PROMISE ILL ANSSER LL OF THEM BC IM SO LAZY BTUPELAASASEE DONT STOP I LVOEV LOVELVOE ALL THE 6 TRILLION YOU SEND ME PLS NEVER DIE

[flynnswife]

I am the happiest woman in the world right now😍

I get to smooch him allll I want now😍💗

DOOM Slayer in his Ember skin😌❣️

He looks so incredible, omfg the details have me mind blown!! Gorgeous just as he always is🥺💖

The warmth I felt just holding him for the first time, my gosh it’s like we are closer than ever before💖

McFarlane makes such amazing figurines, and when I saw him I had to grab him ASAP.

He is my whole world, my comfort and safe haven. Taking this figure out of the box made my heart so warm, like omfggggggg I can hug him nowwwww😍

I love you, my sweet beloved Slayer🥺💋

[lucabyte]

Okaaaaaay so this thing. Happy weekend everybody it's time for some Director's Commentary™!!!

right. so this thing was originally part of a far larger Thing. Sadly, I realised I was absolutely in the wrong medium for what I was trying to communicate with it. After about 5-6 different takes on how I was going to format it I realised I wasn't just out of my depth but just like, not making something condusive to a comic. Still though, I liked what I was trying to communicate and I don't want to just scrap it without giving it to everyone in some form.

So...! In an ask way back I mentioned what i like to call The Isabeau Torment Nexus vis a vis: loop hanging out with the party in postcanon.

Namely the idea of isiloops *almost* happening before loop's identity is made clear. now i vaguely made fun of myself for this in the tags but yeah, no, even if what i draw is all the conflict, like 90% of the time i bash the dolls together in my head its like 😊💖🌺yaaaay yippiee what if they healed and it was niceys even through the rough patches yaaay✨✨✨😊💖🌺 which is kinda necessary for this rugpull, logistically.

So. I point to the link up there. All that still stands. The idea of a like. "siffrin has two hands" ship dynamic forming as Loop slowly re-integrates into the party as a new person and even if it's weird and a little bitter, it's still nice. And if you ascribe to my readings of certain party members (bonnie. it's bonnie*) maybe they even end up becoming closer to them As Loop than they did as siffrin due to knowing their boundaries already and not having Fucked Up Real Bad In Act 5. So they just become another party member with their own unique relationships even if they are a little prickly and unpredictable with triggers, seemingly.

Nowwwww a bit of analysis on Siffrin and Isabeau.

So. Isabeau is a far less well adjusted individual than most initially read him as, and even if he manages to get over the posessive streak he super has, he then has to contend with something else: accusations of cowardice.

While I think pre-game isafrin would be a fucking . catastrophy . i don't know that either of those two would be able to recognise that. and I think that it's likely that Isabeau doesn't really enjoy the knowledge that he chickened out of the confession that consistently. And that, potentially because of this, Sif felt themselves unlovable.

So! Proactivity! Change! Be more forward from now on! Maybe that will help! (and usually it would!)

then, I feel, while we never see how Siffrin truly acts around Loop in a "knowing who they are for certain" state, it would't be an unfair assumption that they may, both, on occasion err on the side of "i probably know what the other wants, since we have the same brain". Which is like, pretty logical, and is at the very least utilised and acknowledged by Loop outright joking about exactly what Siffrin is thinking in-game.

Ergo... Siffrin and Isabeau coming to the conclusion together that maybe they could just close the open side on the polycule triangle, and it'd be cool and nice and solve a bunch of loose ends? If we assume that Loop has cooled off enough to at least be cordial (maybe even friendly!) with Isabeau after however long its been, and that Isa has been charmed by them (almost as if they . kinda like when weird short freaks are mean to him), if Isa approaches Sif with a "hey would this be a good idea?", Siffrin, knowing who Loop is, and seeing that they aren't completely antagonistic of Isa... Well? Wouldn't it make sense? He knows they still love him, right? So..?

and thus. gestures. what if 2/3rds of the polycule had a pretty reasonable idea that seems like it'd go well, and then. it very much. does not.

^^^ AS YOU CAN SEE. TOO MUCH TO REALLY COMMUNICATE EFFECTIVELY IN ANYTHING OUTSIDE OF A REASONABLY LONG-TERM FANFIC which is a thing i will not be doing.

and not only that. god this is way too far off into the future speculative for my comfort. i know i obviously dip into more of a fanfiction-space than a pure-analytical space when drawing anyway, but this is just a little too far off for me.

but yeah. that's this. that's free ball for everyone to play with now, now that it's out in the wild.

buuut. but. i didn't realise i was going way too long with this until after the thumbnail pile started getting a touch insurmountable.

so. since waste not want not, here's my thumbnails. sad i wont be finishing a couple of these since i like their flow and framing but c'est la vie.

these are all from june, including the original version of the one i decided was strong enough to finish on its own. as you can see i tossed the dialogue and changed the last panel due to the more wordless nature. But i do still like a lot of the faces here n such. also its funny to show off how messy it all starts out. Sorry that the speech isn't formatted at all but hopefully it's followable if you try matching it up.

but yeah. god. be free my post. this thing has been a sword of damocles above me for a while since i wanted to articulate. all this. but i think it's fine to just lay it all out like this for everyone to take if they want it.

i suppose the one final note here is: oh yeah btw i think framing this as The Thing that finally makes Loop break and have to come clean about their identity is the fucking good shit. Like they vanish until nearly daybreak that night after this, Sif can't find their dagger, etc, and when they finally come back loop is very blunt about how they have to talk. now. or else. sorry this is fanfiction again. free to take though if you want it im not gonna be writing it 💖

*(bonnieeeeeee..... hijacking this isiloops post to talk about like. god. have you ever thought about how loop could score a slam dunk so easily with bonnie if they remember to treat them with a level of maturity and no-bullshit explanations of harder topics? loop basically gets a fresh no-baggage start with them if they play their cards right, which could lead to a very fruitful relationship? but also uagh. what do you do if you (siffrin) find out your alt-self has become a more trusted figure in the kid's life than you in like no time flat. god. i think about it.)

Olive Branch

Wrong Move

[tokusaatsus]

i’m doing okay!! i have a test on monday so it got me thinking 💪 can i request leo and chiaki distracting their s/o from studying? i could really use a distraction myself because i don’t want to study anymore HAHA

☆—MORISAWA CHIAKI

“Baby, I really need to finish this essay…”

Even with your gentle, coaxing tone, the arms around your waist refuse to relinquish themselves from where they’ve settled. You must’ve woken him up when you attempted to escape his octopus grip. Talk about a ‘heat-seeking missile’…

“Is your essay more important than me…?”

A quick tug and you fall backwards, half back onto the plush covers of the bed, half on top of your boyfriend’s toned chest. He’s so nice and warm…mmm…and snuggly…you want to stay there forever. Which, you’re certain, is all part of his plan.

It doesn’t make the idea any less enticing though.

“Well, I don’t really want to get behind so…I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

Chiaki makes a noise akin to that of a high-pitched whine and buries his face into the curve of your neck. “Don’t gooooo…”

You sigh. As much as you love him, Chiaki is very much akin to a dog. A golden retriever, perhaps? Sena-kun even said as much when the two of you announced your relationship, warning you never to get a pet because (and you quote) ‘you’d have your hands full with this idiot. He needs constant attention, or he’ll die. Probably.’

Of course, he’s right.

You wish Sena-kun or Kaoru-kun were here…at least then you could pawn off your boyfriend to them for a few hours of peace and quiet.

“Look, how about you let me finish my essay and then I’ll spend the rest of the day cuddling with you. The whole rest of the day.”

Chiaki just shakes his head, not fully awake yet still determined to cling onto you for as long as possible, even while close to passing out again. “But I want to cuddle nowwwww… Besides, you don’t even want to work! So why force yourself?”

He’s not wrong, you think. You’ve been working non-stop on plans and designs with Ibara-san and the CosPro execs in preparation for the coming LiveFes for the past few weeks, on top of your usual schoolwork as well as studying for your exams and working on some things for StuCo, so you’ve been stretched even more so than you normally would be.

Somehow, Chiaki must sense that you’re slowly (but surely) losing your resolve because he hums, pleased. He tugs you closer, so that you’re lying on your side, with him spooning you properly. “Let’s stay like this a bi~it longer, okay ☆?”

Honestly, the things you do for him… But you can’t deny that the warmth of another body and the comfortable security of your boyfriend’s arms around you is contributing heavily to the allure of sleep. “Hmph, okay…I guess it can’t hurt…”

☆—TSUKINAGA LEO

You’re curled up in the corner of the Knights’ practice room, carefully sorting the sheets of paper strewn on the floor around you into orderly stacks and tallying up the numbers in your head, when a sudden weight drops onto your back and knocks the breath out of you. “Oof…”

“Whatcha doing?”

Leo-kun tilts his head upside down, a wide smile on his face as he scrutinises your furrowed brows.

“Leo-kun…” You blink. “I’m trying to work here… Besides, shouldn’t you also be working?”

“It’s no use,” Izumi-kun scowls briefly in your direction. “We won’t get anything done if you’re here.”

“...sorry?” You mumble, because seriously, what are you supposed to say? It’s not your fault that Leo-kun’s been dragging you around all day. You’ve been treated to more than a few pitying stares in the corridors as the other students witnessed you trailing meekly after the leader of Knights.

“Wahaha, Sena is always so grumpy ☆!” Leo-kun cackles brightly.

Izumi-kun rolls his eyes. “Ou-sama, you’re soooo annoying. Why don’t you make yourself useful for once?”

“Okay!” The other boy plops down unceremoniously onto your lap, knocking all of the neatly piled-up papers back onto the floor. You feel yourself tear up, just a teeny bit. All my hard work, you lament. My last connection to my sanity…

“Don’t cry~” A voice breathes into your ear, and you suppress a shriek. When you look back up, Leo-kun’s face is mere inches away from yours. You lean back, because you like your personal space very much, and it seems like Tsukinaga Leo also likes your personal space very much because he leans in even more.

“I wasn’t crying,” You say. “But I have to do work, you know. I can’t slack off all day, or Fushimi-kun really will hunt me down for sport.” You shudder. As kind as the butler is, he can also be very scary and you have no desire to be on the receiving end of the wicked glare that promises endless pain and suffering for troublemakers.

“He won’t even try.” Izumi-kun waves a dismissive hand. “Not if Ou-sama likes you this much.” His phone lets out a ping! and a frown appears on those unfairly beautiful features as he scans the screen briefly, then taps out a response. “Jeez, Chia-kun… I’ve got to go do some damage control. Ou-sama.”

Leo-kun looks up at the sound of his, er, title.

Izumi-kun continues. “Kuma-kun and that the others’ll be coming soon. Try not to break your new toy or whatever until they get here.” It’s not a question, and he doesn’t wait for an answer before he flounces out of the room.

“Bye, Sena!” Leo-kun waves after the other boy’s retreating back.

You pay him no mind as you collect the fallen sheets once again with the intent to arrange them into proper piles so you can say you’ve done something of value today.

“Hey.” A finger pokes your cheek. You ignore it. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”

You can’t ignore it anymore.

You sigh. “Yes, Leo-kun?”

He pouts. “You’re not looking at me.”

“Ask Izumi-kun or Mikejima-kun to spoil you. Not me.” You close your eyes, like that will stave off your intense desire to burst into tears right there and then.

“You’re soooo interested in the papers,” He huffs and bats the sheets right out of your hand, where they rest limply on the floor. “but the genius who wrote them is right here ☆! So put those away and pay attention to meeeee.”

You have a sinking feeling that this is going to be your life for the foreseeable future.

Leo-kun, vying for all your attention. Your desire to have a calm and relaxing school life (and also to never see Fushimi-kun’s vicious smile, ever).

You, stuck in the middle.

Oh, no.

☆—notes!

WC: 1k words

OK ik this looks sus but im telling u im NOT a knightsP i swear theyre not even in my top 5 faves.

‘but oh sunny’, u say, ‘then how do u explain the fact that ur knights fics are longer then any of ur other fics’. to which i say, ‘ur MOM’.

HI EI <3 i finished ur req!! ik u said studying but i chose to interpret is as ‘working’ sorz qwq but in my defense my orals are killing me rn sobs I HOPE U LIKE IT?? and that it was sufficiently distracting enough to distract u from ur work?? also good luck for ur test 💪💪!! ur gonna do awesome im sure <3 n e wayz if u think leo’s one seems a lil weird well ur riGHT but consider: if tsukinga leo ever showed interest in me i would simply burst into tears on the spot like i love him but mans is weird asf

[livingdeadmlm]

Lipstick Stains; Anasui Male reader PT3

AHHH THIS WAS MEANT TO BE OUT A MONTH AGO ON VDAY BUT ITS HERE NOWWWWW

Ah, valentines day. A day you dreaded not for why people would guess. It wasn’t that you were alone and had no company. You would prefer to stay in and have much-needed alone time to just lounge around your apartment. However today you needed to go to work for an ungodly amount of time due to a few of your fellow guards taking the day off before you were able to also call in.

You dragged yourself out of bed and got into your uniform as quickly as you could. That Friday you had gotten extra snacks for today as you had told them you were going to call out, but with those plans canceled you decided to treat them with some cookies you had made the day before.

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Finally arriving at work you attempted a smile as the woman scorched your bag for any contraband. Once through you quickly made your way to the room to surprise the trio.

You slightly stumbled your way into the room catching a view of a slumped anasui and an exhausted-looking weather report. Weather crawled halfway out of the piano and gave a gentle nudge to anasui’s shoulder. When he didn’t respond to the touch the man grunted and fully left the piano.

“Happy valentines day (your name) I thought you were going to stay home today.” Weather got to his usual closeness. You sighed, “yeah I was but I wasn’t able to call out cause a bunch of my co-workers did before I could.” you stretched and heard weather mumbled about that being unfortunate.

“I just want to stay in I don’t want to be back out there the people who are working today are insufferable.” You felt him pat your back and that’s when it hit you.

“Shit I forgot to clock in” you dropped your lunch box and ran out of the room.

Your shoes clicked against the cold tile, but it felt louder, was it usually this quiet? Or were you just loud? Was everyone able to hear how loud your breathing was? You slightly stumbled that's when you finally were able to hear the second pair of footsteps behind you

You glanced over your shoulder and saw the cause of the paranoia.

“Oh! Father Pucci you really scared me.” while it was a relief to see him something still felt off. He smiled and continued up the hallway to walk with you

“I’m very sorry (your name) I didn’t mean to cause any distress. How are you today?” You sighed and explained what you had previously said to weather report.

“While I do love my job I gotta be honest with you father sometimes I really do just want to stay home and just become one with my bed.”

The priest waved a dismissive hand, “You are only human (your name) all of us want a day off now and then. Though if you ever need you may always come down to the chapel and we can talk.”

You nodded and thanked the man before walking into the breakroom to clock in. Hearing the click of the machine you lugged your way back to the room to rest and just play on your phone.

As you shoved open the door to the hall before the room you felt a sharp pain in your ankle. You held back a scream at the burning and kicked on instinct, your foot hit something and you took that as your chance to getaway. You ran to the entrance of the room and crashed onto the floor.

Your eyes burned at the pain, tears causing your vision to blur. You saw a figure you assumed was weather report rushing to check your wound. Your head was lifted and placed against something soft.

You shut your eyes and felt the pain subside at an unrealistically fast rate. The tears fell from your eyes as you rubbed your face deeper into the soft mass.

“(your name)! Who did this to you? I’ll kill them.” anasuis hands gently held your head closer into his lap. Still coming down from the shock you just shook in place labored breaths filling the room

Shaking your head no you sat up leaning against the man as you went to feel the wound. At that was left was a light scar against your skin. The pain subsided nearly as fast as it came.

Anasui pulled your head close to his chest. His heartbeat was racing, according to weather report it hadn’t been long since you left the room… how did someone get to you so fast?

Finally, you were able really to ground yourself. You pulled away from anasuis chest. His eyes were watering as they flickered around your face. His face went serious, “(Your name) I can never let this happen to you again, I will be walking with you and keeping an eye on you throughout the prison from now on.”

You nodded, maybe it would be best to have a watchful eye over you, things have been weird in the prison lately.

He didn't want to let go, not in the slightest, but you needed to stretch your legs and get some water into your system.

“I thought you were supposed to be home today (your name)?” you stood up and began to explain what happened while walking over to get a drink of water.

Before you could fully explain he was hugging around your hips while on his knees. He looked up at you, eyes wide and happy.

“You came back to spend Valentine's day with me, didn’t you! I knew you wouldn’t forget!” he rubbed his face into your stomach kissing at the soft skin through your shirt.

“Your soul is so beautiful, I’ve never met a more stunning and thoughtful man before! Please you must become my husband!” you felt like you were on fire, did he really mean all of this? Or was it some sort of cruel joke?

Your voice barely came out as a whisper, “Do you really mean that?” he quickly stood up and took your hands in his. A soft simple adored his face, his eyes seemed to be in a dazy dreamy state as he looked at you.

His hand reached for your face and rested against your cheek, then he continued, “I adore you (your name) I want to spend this lifetime and every other with you.” you smiled

“Maybe we can start as boyfriends and work our way up to husbands yeah?” he started bouncing on his tiptoes and nodded furiously.

“That works beautifully my love!” he held you close and swayed from side to side. Nothing can ruin this moment for either of you.

[andvys]

hey its me again lol. i know i‘m annoying buuut bro, i just day dreamed again and suddenly i thought eddie fighting jason and wins you know. the scene where we got robbed because eddie needed to be in the upside down.

like, eddie and reader are like together and she was a cheerleader maybe ofc. and jason says something bad to her for example;

„i always knew what kind of a town whore you are huh? fucking around with that freak and give yourself that satanic bullshit and his damn cult where he sacrifices some innocent children there. are you that kind of a warm body whore you suck every man off only with a little attention he‘s giving you? why dating that freak when you can have some moreeeee better!“

jason says this while laughing with his friend and grabbing his crotch, winking at the reader while jason friends are laughing too and making fun of eddie and the reader. and this is like the final and brutal straw for eddie when he lungs at jason and give him the hardest punch into his face and they both falling to the ground. of course jason punches back while they just keep fighting until eddie punch him over and over and over again.

and eddie just have those bloody and bruised knuckles, his face and nose bleeding, a cut on his lip, his brown eyes filled with so much rage and anger and his hair of course is a little messy too. and then he stands up and hovering over jason and be like

„call my girl ‚whore‘ on my time and i swear to god i will beat the shit out of you until you forgot how the fucking daylight looks, bloody bastard!“

and then he just walks to the reader, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her closer and kissing the reader passionately and with hunger caaause, protective mood and showing them that you don‘t want something better, that you just want him. you both walk off and eddie is pulling up her skirt while they’re walking and he is slapping readers ass and grapping it, turning his head to jason and smirks.

BRO THIS STUCK INTO MY HEAD THE WHOLE DAY I MEAN IMAGINE HOW SEXY EDDIE WOULD HAVE LOOKED IF THEY WOULD GIVEN US THE FIGHT WITH EDDIE AND JASON. and sorry my writing is bad, it was just rushed!!! *wink wink*

HELLOOOO!!! FIRST OF ALL YOU ARE NEVER ANNOYING AND SECOND, YOUR WRITING IS NOT BAD AT ALL

NOWWWWW FJDJSKSKSK THATS SO GOOD????? I live for Eddie defending his girl and the part of him slapping her ass? 😏

“call my girl ‚whore‘ on my time and i swear to god i will beat the shit out of you until you forgot how the fucking daylight looks, bloody bastard!“ GODDDDD 😩

Don’t ever stop telling me about all your daydreams cause there’s definitely some interesting stuff in your mind 😏

[vneuns]

— “GOTTA GO MY OWN WAY” + Sapnap

author’s note(s): i need to keep my account alive so this is something small while i work on bd and my dream royal au :P

warnings: cringe straight up cringe. hsm. watched it today. so toxic smh. bold + italic = lyrics

"Mommy if they start singing again don't sing okay?" Y/d/n whispered from cuddled up on your side looking up at you.

The two of you had decided to watch High school Musical trilogy and were currently on the second movie waiting for Sapnap to come home from the skate park with the boys.

Your daughter had started to get annoyed from how many times you had broken out into song along with the cast while watching the movies. But could she blame you? Those songs are catchy as hell.

You just smiled at her before dragging your attention back to the scene. Troy and Gabriella were standing by the pool, Troy confessing about how he wanted to stay together during the summer.

"I'm sure you did at the time. But I also meant what I said." The girl took her hands from their place in his. "About wanting to remember this summer. But not like this Troy."

I gotta say what's on my mind

You started to hum the lyrics trying not to irritate the 3 year old who was secretly hating you right now.

Something about us doesn't seem right these days

Slowly you made tiny movements with your body trying to move along with the beat. Without disturbing y/d/n.

Life keeps getting in the way, Whenever we try somehow the plan is always rearranged

"Mommy don't do it." she warned clearly annoyed that you weren't going to stop until you sung your heart out.

But I've gotta do what's best for me, you'll be okay

At this point knowing the chorus was coming, you moved over your daughter placing a quick peck on her forehead before grabbing one of your hairbrushes from off your vanity table and moving closer to the tv.

I've got to move on and be who I am

Now you were singing your lungs off. You were just a *tad* bit off key but it had been a while since you watched the movie so you were kind of rusty.

I just don't belong here I hope you understand

Things got dramatic when you stood in front of the tv on Gabrielle's side of the tv with your eyes closed as if you were her and singing to Troy.

We might find a place in this world someday, but at least for now

You got into a very dramatic spot getting ready for the next line.

I gotta go my own way

-

Sap opened the front door expecting his two favorite girls to greet him but was met with only Dug. Your beagle you got from a rescue center.

He closed the door, bending down to pet the pup. "Hi Dug, where are the crazys? Huh?"

Dug wagged his tail as he started spinning in circles happily. Sapnap shook his head and was about to call out for the two of you when he heard his daughter screaming with laughter.

Then your voice rang through the house as well.

"We might find a place in this world someday!" You sang as you tickled your daughter who was trying her best to get out of your arms.

"But at least for nowwwww. I gotta go my own way." Sapnap smiled walking into the room watching the scene play out before him. Your daughter over your shoulder, hairbrush in hand and High school musical playing on your flat screen tv.

Taking an opportunity he'd never get again he made his arrival clear as he sang Troy's part scaring the two of you. "What about us? What about everything we've been through."

Y/d/n screamed loudly in your ear causing you to jump and almost drop her. "Jesus christ Sap!" You put a hand over your head as the red head just laughed and kept singing both parts making his way over to where the two of you stood.

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Chapter 3? Of

Meet me at the greenhouse

*roses pov*

Its now evening and its getting a bit dark. After i unpacked i decided to draw some plants. Willow decided to put her nose deep into a book. City of girls by elizabeth gilbert. Ive never heard of this book but willow seems to really like it. Shes already nearly done with it. A vivid reader i see. I decided to sketch a willow tree since the person i will be living with for the year, atleast, name is willow (lol)

Maybe ill turn this into a good peice of art. Oh shoot willow wanted to go look at the greenhouse i wonder if shed still be up for it.

“Hey willow?”

Willow keeps her nose in her book “hmm?”

“Do you still want to go to the greenhouse?”

Willow jumps up out of her bed “ OMG YESSS!!!”

She slips her sandals on and runs to the living room. I take my time getting up and getting shoes on.

“Come on rose we gotta go right nowwwww” willow seems to be very impatient.

“Yea yea im coming” 

~~~~~~

Willow is skipping the whole way there.”eeee im so excited, enthusiastic, exhilirated!!!” she does a little leap and turn. Does she do dance????

“Im telling you willow you are going to get your hopes up, the greenhouse cant be that great” she stops mid skip.

She looks at me sadly. “Well i think itll be good, i hope it is, am i bothering you by being so excited?”

Oh dear did i just break this girls heart?

“No no of course not willow, i just dont want you to get so excited and be let down is all”

She starts skipping again “oh well look! Were almost their!!!”

*angelic singing*

The big greenhouse. Wow it really does look magical. It has vines growing on the outside, its gigantic. Maybe it IS magical after all.

“Woah” we say in unison walking closer to it

“Are we allowed inside even though its dark?” willow turns to me worriedly.

“I think we’ll be fineee” we try for the door but it doesnt budge.

“Hm, i know there is a building around the back, a big shed, that has a door that leads to the greenhouse. The only thing is we will have to climb through the window….”

Willow gives me the most absurd look. “ YOU WANT US TO BREAK IN?????” she yells

“Shhh willow dont yell that jesus are you TRYING to get caught?”

Willow starts pacing. “Ive never done this before i never break the rules NEVER”

We head towards the back. “Youll be fineeee”

I open the window and gesture for willow to go first

“Do i have to? I dont want to get in trouble”

“Come on willow it wont be so bad here ill help you up and if we get caught ill take the blame okay?”

“Okay.” she says casuiously

I but my hands down so she can use them as a sort of stool and i push her up to the window. She climbs in.

*thud*

Silence

“Im okay!” willow yells.

“Okay watch out im coming in”

~~~~~~~~~

[be-more-chill-evan-hansen]

BLACK FRIDAY SPOILERS

The following post contains spoilers for the new musical, Black Friday, by Team Starkid. Continue reading at your own risk. 

MY FAVORITE PARTS FROM THE BLACK FRIDAY DIGITAL TICKET + OTHER COMMENTARY (IN ORDER OF HOW THEY APPEAR) WHILE WATCHING IT FOR THE 4TH OR 5TH TIME [contains very harsh and explicit language]

**These points will be brought up in another post (involving the Hatchetfield Universe theories)

The ENTIRETY of the Wiggly jingle at the beginning

Jaime saying “his belly’s so squishy!” while jumping up and down

The tights

“Uncle Wiley, where does Wiggly come from?”

James Tolbert (Team Starkid choreographer-turned-actor) STOLE the show

Curt Mega’s dancing in that song killed me

“DO THE WIGGLE!”

ROBERT AND JAMES DANCING WAS EVERYTHING

**Paul still doesn’t like musicals? (I have a theory of where this show takes place in the Hatchetfield Universe but that’s for another post)

The way Paul looks at Emma when she’s on her Cabbage Patch Kid rant!

“I’m Paul. I’m Emma’s...boyfriend.”//“Well, we haven’t put a label on it yet.”//“But we are intimate.” (Bonus: Emma’s glare)

Paul is still awkward I love him.

“I do not get flashbacks. I remember bad things vividly.”

“Thank you for your service.”//“I didn’t do it for you.”

“Ski-ball sucks.” (I wholeheartedly disagree but whatever)

Grace Chastity is Tom’s babysitter for Tim confirmed

Okay. Okay. Okay. OKAY. 

TOM JUST WANTS TO MAKE IT UP TO HIS SON BECAUSE HE FEELS GUILTY ABOUT THE CRASH I’M SOFT

DYLAN SAUNDERS STILL STEALING HEARTS

WHY DO YOU GIVE DYLAN ALL OF THE HEART-WRENCHING SONGS????? I DON’T NEED TO CRY AT 4AM

THE LIGHTING 

 “Excuse me, miss. Do you think it’s okay for me to park here?”//“Yeah, it says ‘no parking at any time’ but I’m sure the loading trucks can just park across the street. Does that work for you?”

“If I won’t support my drinking habit, who will?”

“Hark, the herald angels sing. Glory to a newborn king. A fuckin’ furry little monster’s gonna make me a pile of cash.”

“Tell me, Lex. Do you know why they call it Black Friday?”//“Because it comes after Thursday?”

“Well, friend-o. I have a feeling that these little babies are going to take you so far into the black that you ain’t never comin’ back.” *long uncomfortable pause*

“Oh, you’re gonna make a killin’. That’s an Uncle Wiley’s Toys guarantee!”

FRANK HUGGING THE BOX OF WIGGLYS

“Hark, the herald angels sing. Glory to a newborn king. Peace on Earth, and lots of money. MONEYMONEYMONEYMONEY just for ME.”

JON’S VOICE AS WIGGLY I CAN’T

“mALL security we got a shoplifter. Drop that doll!” (His voice crack killed me oh my God)

HIS OUTFIT (The first time I saw him I went “Oh my God he’s emo”)

“Where’s my sister?”// “Oh no.” *stares dramatically* “Hannah?” *even more dramatic* “Is that what you’ve been telling me every day for the past four weeks? To pick up your kid sister?” *grabbing Lex* “Oh, I must’ve forgot because I’m so stupid.” Ethan needs to take up drama

“Do I gotta put a leash on you like a dog, or my cousin Oliver?” 

“Don’t pull her.”//*voice crack* “I’m nOt.”

“Alright banana split.” i’m not crying 

“You see this hat? This was gifted to me by a great warrior.” *Lex laughs*/*Ethan turns around slowly* “Don’t you fuckin’ laugh.”

“I’d make a great dad, I’m just sayin’.” (Ethan isn’t a horrible person he’s just misguided)

“My mom’s a bitch!”

Honestly the way Ethan looks at Lex

*in the middle of singing* “That’s not how cameras work, babe.”

Hannah’s dancing

ROBERT’S WIGGLES DURING “We’re missing in action.”

“Dear mom, it’s been real."

“I’d say you did your best, but I’m not a liar.”//“Oh, L-I-E-R, babe.”//“We get it Ethan, you’re a good speller.”

“PS: Get yourself a new trailer, because this one? Is BROKE AS SHIT!”

Robert in skinny jeans. Can Robert wear skinny jeans more often please?

Hannah doing the “smoking” thing with her hands.

“Hannah! What the fuck is this [imitating it]?That better be fucking FLOSS.”

UGH LAUREN AS LINDA MONROE IS LEGENDARY

“That’s called a bribe, sir, and it’s illegal...or it should be.”

“I have four boys. Four beautiful, blond, boys.”

“Do you really think your children are better than everyone else’s.”// “In so many words, YES.”

“I hope you don’t get a Wiggly. I hope you fucking die.”

“Well, my children were accidents.”

“Stop crying, Gerald. I wasn’t talking to you.”

The way Tom and Becky looked at each other when they met again ugh.

Whatever that song is called when the Hatchetfield citizens were gossiping about it like I think it’s called “What Do You Say?” or something?

“Tom’s put on some weight.”

“I heard Tom is seeing things.”

Jon is serving looks.

The dance they did when they said “all the years that had fun” killed me

Curt Mega is a treasure

“It’s cold out.”//“Nothing really.”//“How are things?”//“Haven’t seen it.”

“Oh my, God, it’s a train-wreck.”//“My favorite.”//“Give me my tub of popcorn.”//“Just skip to the fucking.”//“She’d never--.”//“Either way this is torture porn.”

“I think I’ll step in and save her.”// “You don’t have half of a chance, bitch.”

“THERE, she looked at his crotch.”//“He looked at her boobs.”

“I like dolls. I’m just kidding. I don’t like dolls. At least, not like that.”// “I missed you.” *everyone freaks out*

The dance that looks like a beating heart around them I love.

“Did you know if you spend money, your kids will love you maybe.”

COREY DORRIS NEEDS APPRECIATION BYE

“Give us your fucking money. Give us your fucking cash.”

SERIOUSLY I CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS RECORDING

“Do we have any morality.”

“What’s a grown man going to do with 85 dolls?”// “Well, one will stay in the box for posterity. One will be used exclusively for bath time.”

“If you’re going to make with the hysterics, TAKE IT TO MACY’S.”// “How dare you. Are you hearing this, Gerald? Yes, call my attorney.”

“I’ll tickle one doll, and one doll will tickle me.”

The bidding war.

“Get your hands off her.”// “Fuck YOU.”

The lighting slowly gets red when they start bidding.

“$800.”//“$3.”//“Can I use these coupons?”

“Well, if you’re not going to sell me that doll, I guess I’ll just gonna have to take it.”

“If he gets one, I’m getting four.” *Linda climbs the counter like Draco*

So the lighting during “Feast or Famine” is just???? The green and red??? Like holiday colors but at the same time it’s representative of greed and rage???? 

Just all of “Feast or Famine”

“What’s shaking banana, you okay?” I’M HAVING FEELINGS UGH

“What’s up with that grammar. Even I know it’s ‘more badder’.” Ethan no

ETHAN NO

“Give me that fucking doll I’m in a hurry.” Okay, Jeff you freaking gremlin man

WHO BRINGS A KNIFE SHOPPING?? Unless he stole that, too.

“Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him?”//“YES, I fucking see him!”

James as “Obama” I’m crying

“I’ll hold onto the little...uh...whippersnapper.”

“While you three devise a strategy, I’ll hold on to the little friend.”// “Shut the fuck up!”

“You’re nothing more than a Harvard Law School community organizing prick!” I’M SCREAMING

“Take one step closer to my fwendy-wend and I’ll rip your fucking throat out with my own teeth.”

“No, he’s mine! Back off or I will send a laser-guided ballistic missile to your house in Denver. You’ll be scraping off what’s left of your kids off the FUCKING pavement.”

“MORRIS. Give me that COCK-SUCKING MOTHERFUCKING COCK-A-DOODLE-DOLL” CURT MEGA IS A TREASURE 

“I’ll bite your dick off!”

THE AUDIENCE (AND MY) REACTION TO MCNAMARA 

*Obama voice* “Oh, I’m gonna vomit.”

“I hope you don’t mind if I let myself in.”// “Into the oval office?”

“Monsters and Men” IS A BOP

*yeets the Wiggly off stage*

“DECK THE HALLS” IS A BOP

I would 100% watch “Santa Claus is Going to High School” unironically

“Jingle! Jangle! If anyone sees two elves in my locker, I’ll get expelled for sure.”

The dancing UGH

Lauren is the cutest elf ever

PART THREE OF LAUREN AND ROBERT DOING A CUTE DANCE TOGETHER

“What the fuck am I watching?”

Becky talking about her ex-husband breaks my heart. I would die for her.

“You say you killed your family. I hope I killed mine.” My heart is breaking help me

Becky and Tom are freaking CUTE

“Take Me Back” is the cutest song ever

All of the times the characters mention other dimensions and stuff??? Each has a different context, but Joey’s character did say that Hatchetfield was a special town earlier in the show so????

All of the making out I’m done

Becky’s leg

“I knew you weren’t Santa.”//“A red tricycle.”//“SANTA!” *starts making out*

“This is the best movie ever!”

Robert has to make out with two people every day.

**PEIP deals with Paranormal, Extraterrestrial, and Interdimensional stuff, so if TGWDLM was Extraterrestrial, and BF is Interdemensional, will Nerdy Prudes Must Die be Paranormal? Will we see PEIP again? [I’M GOING TO MAKE A SEPARATE POST ABOUT THE THEORIES WITHIN THE UNIVERSE]

**“There are many dimensions, sir.”

“You want to send me into the fucking Twilight Zone to have a sit-down with the devil?”

“They will build him his birth canal.” Ew

Sherman Young is so freaking creepy

“Wiggly is good. Wiggly is just.”

“Bring forth the infidels.”

*as Linda walks onto the stage* “MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER”

“I dislike that word, Gerald. Cult. No, it’s a new, exciting religion that I started.”

“I’ve met God, He had nothing nice to say about you.”

“Adore Me” is a BOP

“You’ll kneel before me. Kiss my toe.”

“I will destroy everything, and then I will destroy everything. I guarantee I’ll destroy everything in my path. Unless I get what I--shit, Gerald.”

The followers repeating “I get what I shit.”

THE TIE AROUND JON’S HEAD KILLS ME

“I want you to know what I mean when I say my evil shit, ‘kay?”

TEAM STARKID PLEASE MAKE LAUREN A VILLAIN MORE OFTEN

“What’s shaking banana?” DON’T DO THIS TO ME

Evil Ethan hurts me

Hannah doesn’t deserve this

“I’m in the Black and White now. It’s just like California. It never ends.”

“I swear on my own grave.” I’M

Hannah calling Wiggly out on his bullshit

“Well, Webby is a stupid bitch.” JON UGH

“I’m going to eat you riiiight the fuuuuck nowwwww.” This scene just makes me want to give Hannah a hug

“We don’t get tricked. We’re grown-ups.” GROWN-UPS ARE THE ONLY ONES BEING TRICKED I CAN’T WITH THIS MUSICAL

“Tom, how could you? You let her get away!”

Dylan jumping at an audience member

I know people think that Ethan’s magic hat thing was bullshit but like the syringe missed Hannah so like?? 

“You think that in the Netherlands they care about some toy? Hah! Nah, they’re too busy enjoying their free vacations and free health care.”

Made In America is A BOP

THE SNIGGLES

BIG WIGGLY

I feel like Made in America won’t have the same punch on the soundtrack.

Joey’s falsetto

R.I.P. General John McNamara

“MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Uh, oh, Mr. Prezy-wez. It seems you’ve misplaced your bomby-womb. Don’t worry. I’m sure it will turn up somewhere.”

“We’ve lost Moscow, sir.”

“He baited us into World War Three.”//*Wiggly giggles* “That tickles.”

“Is this what I live for? To be choked in a toy store?”

“Black Friday” is such a beautiful song though

“Did I need her more than she needed me?” I’m crying please stop

“I’m authorizing you to use my firearm.”

“Monsters and Men” reprise is PERFECT

“Kids don’t want that piece of shit.”//“What?”//“They’re all into Fortnight, dude!”

“I mean, you’re like 40! You probably think your life is over!”

“Everyone is dying, and that includes me, too.” Jeff is a lyrical genius but he needs to back off of whatever angsty juice he’s drinking.

“If I fail you one more time, the punishment won’t match the crime, cause there’s no pain that could ever explain how I let you down.”

“I failed you once, and I will fail again.” I cried when I watched this the first time

“If I Fail You” is such an emotional song

“Alright, let’s go.”//“Fuck, yeah! Should I move these boxes first?”//“Fuck, yeah.”

Charlotte? Where did you come from???

“The only man that’ll have her now is Jack Daniels.”

“And you, you little shit.” Says Draco, the little shit.

“A magic hat? That’s ridiculous. Only dolls are magic.”

“Is this some kind of a joOoOoOoke?”

“Answer me, or I’ll cut your mouth open with my FUCKING KNIFE.”

“You’re a fucking moron.”// “Then you’ve been out-fucked by a fucking moron.”

Lauren’s wiggles during “He will wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle his way into life.”

“Wiggle” is such a silly song but the harmonies and choreography????? Iconic.

ROBERT’S TWIRL???

JAMES’ DEATH DROP????

EVERYONE’S SEPARATE WIGGLES????

The crying when Becky shot Linda.

“Gerald? It’s Gary. Yep, we need to talk about the will. Goldstein!”

The red light that symbolized Wiggly being on fire.

The followers deciding to burn with Wiggly.

“I have this cooky, reclusive Biology professor.” *audience loses their shit*

“What am I supposed to do without my iPhone?”//“Wear a watch?”

“What If Tomorrow Comes” is such a haunting song

Kendall’s voice is so GOOD!

HOT CHOCOLATE BOY?

MR. DAVIDSON?

BILL?

The dabbing

Hannah and Lex hugging

Paul hugging Emma and Bill

The Hot Chocolate Boy and the Cinema Kid holding hands honestly adorable and I lowkey ship

A little bit of instrumentals from “Not Your Seed” in the end-credit music?? (From the lyric “Look what happened, nightmare time.”)

That’s it. It’s very long, but those were either my favorite parts or small things I noticed. Mostly just my thoughts.

[lovelylogans]

where you lead, i will follow

chapter one / next chapter

here’s the whole thing!

ao3 | read my other fics | coffee?

warnings: food mentions, complicated parental relationships, mentions of transphobia and homophobia, verbal fighting, top surgery mention, classism, 

pairings: moxiety, logince

words: 11,088

notes: so, remember these posts? this was the fic. it’s a gilmore girls au. i thought it was gonna be a bullet list fic, which is why it’s written Like That. anyway it’s ballooned into a ten chapter fic. i know, okay, i know.

(extra note: i haven’t watched all of gilmore girls, and what i have seen was a while ago. however i have read some a+ fics with this concept. if you are in the check please! fandom please see this one, and also read all of shellybelle’s works because they’re That Good. and if you are in the 100 fandom please read this one, and also all of layalioness’ works. layalioness also introduced me to the concept of a practical magic au, which i also wrote in the sanders sides fandom. we stan.)

all right so picture this: very tiny town. let’s call it uhhhhh... sideshire. why not. the tiny town of sideshire. it’s early morning. there are certain things that happen in sideshire every morning. ms. prince and her son are leading the sunrise yoga class in the dance studio the prince family has owned for nearly fifty years. other small town stuff. you get it. i’d set the mood but this is a bullet list fic. but the most famed is patton pleading with virgil to get one more cup of hot cocoa/coffee.

(yes. hot cocoa/coffee. it is a mixture of hot cocoa and coffee. it is specific to virgil’s menu. patton attempts to consume enough of it on a daily basis to match the amount of blood in his veins so that his body runs only on hot cocoa/coffee. don’t you mean a mocha? you ask. no, i say, and refuse to explain further.)

logan, on the other hand, is using the distraction of his father pleading for caffeine/sugar to feed his burgeoning coffee addiction.

“DO NOT THINK I DO NOT SEE YOU, LOGAN SANDERS,” virgil bellows, as if he is not already slipping logan a half-caf to-go cup across the table. “YOU WILL GET AN ULCER AND I THE ONLY THING I WILL TELL YOU IS I TOLD YOU SO. CUT IT BACK.”

he is also passing logan a chocolate chip muffin baked with protein powder even as he is lecturing very loudly. it is baked with protein powder because he tends to hide healthy things into food that is probably not healthy otherwise alongside the other things. the ones he tends to reserve for the people he never sees eat a single vegetable, and also for literally every person in the town who could be seen as still growing. virgil loves likes patton a lot, but he also knows that patton has a sweet tooth and adores junk food and is not much of a cook. so he tends to save a lot of the sneak-attack healthy stuff for them.

also perhaps he has a soft spot for logan, probably because logan has grown up in this diner: he’s fallen asleep in every booth, sat in every seat while he colored pictures or did homework or made his own copies of a newspaper out of printer paper, took his first steps on this tiled floor. it’s hard not to develop a soft spot for someone you’ve known since he’s been three weeks old. it’s a Thing. logan only abuses this power sometimes.

“—but i just want a liiiiiiiiittle more hot cocoa/coffee,” patton pleads, trying for his best puppy dog eyes. they always work eventually. “c’mon, i’ve been so good, i even ate your super healthy breakfast—”

“—patton, that was an omelet and i put in maybe two vegetables among the bacon, ham, and absurd amounts of cheese, and do not think i did not see your grocery run last night how can one fully grown man only know how to make box macaroni and ramen and microwavable meals you have a growing son who needs things like vegetables and protein—”

“—but the past is the past! and if i don’t have enough caffeine, i might crash, virgil. i will crash asleep in the middle of this diner. and then you will have to steer all of your customers around me. and then you’re going to have to deal with me eventually waking up and pleading for more hot cocoa/coffee. so if you just give me a cup right nowwwww...?”

virgil folds. he always does. he has the world’s biggest weakness for the way patton’s eyes light up when he gets his way, as if virgil would truly deny him anything (within reason, obviously. if left unattended patton would have the dream diet of a six-year-old.)

“....you’re getting this smoothie to take with you to work.”

virgil has stocked it with protein powder and spinach and literally as many healthy things he can shove into the blender without overpowering the flavor of mango and pineapple. he chose those fruits specifically because they are more powerful than banana and strawberry to mask the flavor of more healthy things. literally all of patton’s healthy eating falls to virgil. it is Kind Of A Problem. virgil has no idea how he hasn’t gotten scurvy.

“deal!”

“you are drinking ALL OF IT, do you understand?”

“yesyesyes, now hot cocoa/coffee!!!”

“....fine.”

“you are an angel sent down from heaven, virgil, i swear.”

at this moment, roman prince attempts to stroll casually into the diner as if he has not just sprinted from the studio for the sole purpose of walking logan from place to place. patton and virgil exchange knowing glances over their heads.

logan obliviously looks up from his newspaper (it is a small town newspaper, as in, it is about six pages and printed on cheap newsprint—most of it a glorified pta newsletter nestled in along stories brought in from the wire around the state, and ap stories for national/international stories. he has underlined and circled various errors in red pen. there are cramped notes along the sides of each column. he will drop it off at the town’s excuse for a “press” on the way back from school. he has been doing this since he was seven years old. he got his first byline then too. patton has every single one of his bylines framed/otherwise in a scrapbook.

when he drops off the paper every day, the sole reporter/editor/photographer of the sideshire courant will attempt to not throttle him, mostly because he’s a good part-timer/intern/free labor. the whole town knows he will work for some bigshot city paper someday. but for now his know-it-all-ness is lovably infuriating. emphasis on infuriating.)

and he says “good morning” as if he does not notice how roman lights up when he says it.

patton and virgil exchange an even more knowing glance.

virgil does give roman a good meal that is easy to eat to-go and is also good for replenishing calories after a workout, though. virgil also might have a soft spot for roman prince. this particular soft spot is mostly overridden by bickering. no, virgil is not too proud to engage in bickering with a teenager. shut up.

roman, vaguely related, has also somehow become virgil’s sole confidant when it comes to his crush on patton??? it has also applied vice-versa when it comes to roman’s crush on logan??? how did this happen, you ask? virgil literally could not tell you. he just knows that sometimes roman will come into the diner to Scream about logan sometimes and then will say something along the lines of “sanders men, amirite,” and virgil will grumble at him in commiseration. 

logan and roman depart soon after to walk to do their summer shenanigans (today, roman will win out their argument, and logan will dangle his feet in the town’s excuse for a swimming hole as he reads poetry aloud to roman, who’s diving to get what he hopes are pretty rocks for logan. most of the time they’re covered with moss. logan appreciates the effort. not that he’d ever say it.) patton whips his head around, looking over each shoulder in the most obvious way that he could possibly telegraph I AM ABOUT TO TALK ABOUT SENSITIVE THINGS I DON’T WANT OVERHEARD in a town full of gossips, and ducks closer to virgil, as if he can somehow avoid the town’s eavesdroppers that way. virgil does NOT find it cute.

“i got the letter,” he whispers conspiratorially.

“did you open it???” virgil demands immediately, ignoring the old man gesturing angrily for a coffee refill down the bar, because he could wait and honestly if he didn’t get how patton had priority by now did he even live in sideshire???

“no, i was waiting for you,” patton admits and virgil’s heart does NOT melt a little.

“well?? open it,” he demands.

patton takes a breath and unearths the envelope from chilton.

(backstory: patton started the campaign for logan to get a spot since his freshman year, since his son is so smart and deserves every single chance to succeed. logan does not know his dad has been applying for him, because he would inevitably start fretting about money and transport, but patton’s the dad, okay, he can worry about that stuff. but it’s now hit logan’s sophomore year and it’s the first week for chilton next monday and this letter came and WELL.)

patton does open it. and then patton starts screaming. and then virgil shouts a little too.

BECAUSE LOGAN GOT IN!! but of course he got in, he’s so smart and his grades are so good and of COURSE he would get in but logan would be so excited and virgil virgil VIRGIL MY SON IS GOING TO AN IVY LEAGUE—

patton is maybe crying a little he’s so excited. chilton wasn’t for him because he wasn’t the traditional kind of “book smart” they valued, and he never wanted to go to an ivy, and he’d never really fit in with the whole ‘high society’ thing, plus he was the first openly trans student there, plus like teen pregnancy, but all these opportunities for his son—

and then his face falls a little.

“what??” virgil says, already running through literally every single worst case scenario in his mind. “what is it?”

patton slides over the letter and silently underlines the tuition with his finger. virgil cringes away out of sheer instinct.

patton is a bit late to work that morning because he’s tried to talk out every possible way to make it work with virgil (sell something? sell a lot of things? mortgage? sell all the things???) but he knows there’s a surefire way to get that money without putting himself into major debt.

enter emily and richard sanders. (yes, i’m keeping the names emily and richard. they work too well and i can’t think of anything else. i’m handling it)

so they were a little rocky with accepting that their son is trans, but they’ve always had a... not the best kind of relationship? so they aren’t specifically transphobic (after patton ran away and had logan and they were trying to make amends, they actually paid for his top surgery) but they... well, let’s go with patton wasn’t the kid they were expecting (read: wanted) to have?

they’re v attached to their high society lifestyle, and they expected a kid who would follow that, they expected a kid who was book smart and would be in the top of his class, and they expected a kid who would want to go to an ivy league and settle down in a very cis/hetero-normative relationship and uh it was clear p early on that patton Wasn’t Gonna Do That. so patton’s whole childhood was him chafing against these all expectations, and then he came out, and then pregnancy, and he felt like he’s done everything possible to disappoint them, and the final nail in the casket was running away to sideshire when logan was barely three weeks old in the dead of the night when his parents were out at their first public appearance since logan’s birth, and he took a car and packed up everything and left, the only goodbye a note left in logan’s crib.

but again, they tried to make amends. it has only worked a little. they have stilted contact on holidays. it is polite and frigid. neither patton or logan like it.

so patton begs off work early and makes the drive to their massive mansion. he is very aware that he is in a holey, stretched-out sweater and jeans that are messy from him running around in the kitchen and playing on the grounds with the group of kids that had come up for a debate tournament. he wonders if he has gotten too old to feel rebellious about things like that, and then he deliberately messes up his hair too. just to complete the image.

it’s for logan, patton reminds himself constantly as he squeaks up the stairs in the sneakers that have a hole in the left sole that he’s duct-taped over, it’s for logan, it’s for logan, it’s for logan. his son, who he loves more than anything in the world.

he knocks. his mother opens the door. patton kind of has the feeling that he’s about to sell his soul to the devil.

he talks with his parents. he makes it very clear that it is A Loan He Will Pay Back, and that it is For Logan. patton escapes with three slightly barbed comments about his hair, five about his wardrobe in general, and eleven about his life choices, but he gets out knowing that he and logan are going to have to have weekly dinners with his parents and that he’s going to have to call his parents every week to talk about logan’s schooling, too. but he definitely got the tuition money for chilton.

so, he definitely kind of sold his soul to the devil. just a little.

he also wonders if this knowledge is gonna deplete logan’s excitement over chilton.

patton slumps into virgil’s diner. virgil immediately pours him a hot cocoa/coffee, because patton should never ever look so much like a drowned, kicked puppy.

“so,” he says, tracing the circle of the mug with his pinky, “good news, i got the tuition money.”

“you starting with good news implies there’s bad news,” virgil says, leaning against the counter. his part-time workers, used to this, scoot around him in the quest to serve the other customers.

patton grimaces. “so you know my parents.”

(virgil had a brief run-in with patton’s parents one easter. virgil might have thrown some dyed eggs at their fancy car. it was not a particularly great run-in, even if nine-year-old logan had shouted “COOL!” with delight in his eyes because he was young enough then to not worry about looking serious all the time and patton to this day looks a little smug whenever he sees people starting to dye eggs.)

(virgil had met them one other time before that, actually, but patton wasn’t in a place to remember it and logan was too little to remember it, so.)

“aw, patton, no,” virgil says, putting the pieces together.

“patton yes,” patton says unhappily, “and patton and logan will have to go to weekly dinners until patton is dead, probably, and patton might not escape it even then.”

virgil wordlessly dishes up some of the double chocolate fudge layer cake. it is a mark of how patton feels right now that he does not start crowing about dietary victory over virgil’s extremist vegetable agenda.

(he maybe spends a little too much time hosting roman prince in his house, but hey, any kid is welcome in his house, okay? especially when they’re definitely absolutely in love with his son. patton might have a bet going with himself on who confesses first. his money is on roman, because bless his son, but he is Terrible With Emotions which he probably inherited from patton but in, like, a whole new different way. genetics, right?)

“i mean,” patton sighed, dragging his fork through the icing, “it’s worth it. for logan, anything’s worth it. it's just—”

“your parents suck,” virgil finishes bluntly.

“they don’t suck entirely.”

“not being as much of a transphobe as they could be is a low, low bar, patton. it is literally the most basic bar they should be able to clear, because they’re your parents.”

“...yeah. okay.”

patton finishes the cake, tries to shake off his mood, and asks virgil for an order of takeout so that he can get dinner ready at home for logan, to tell him the good news. virgil sighs a little and barely even makes a comment about how they better eat the side salads he’s included for each of them.

⁂

logan walks into the cheerful yellow clapboard house his dad bought as soon as he could afford it, after a morning at the swimming hole and an afternoon spent 1. heckling the one-person staff of the sideshire courant, 2. pestering the librarian for the latest shipment of books she said would be in last week, and 3. reading quietly on the wooden pews that the princes repatriated from the old church before the church got the nicer ones with cushions and sits outside of the prince dance/yoga studio, glancing through the windows to watch roman laugh and spin with little girls who are wearing matching tutus with him, doing ballet lifts with them when they shout and plead MISTER ROMAN MISTER ROMAN MAKE ME FLY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! and squints at the table.

“did you... make dinner? you never make dinner. you made sure the smoke alarms were on, right?!”

“how can you not recognize virgil’s spaghetti and meatballs, i’ve literally been feeding this to you since you grew teeth?”

“i’m just used to it in takeout boxes. wait. why did you put it on actual plates?”

“can you just sit down for dinner, please?”

“is someone dead?”

“logan!”

“it’s a reasonable question!”

“no! no one is dead! it’s a celebration dinner!”

“... that doesn’t mean someone isn’t dead.”

“logan!”

so logan sits down, squinting suspiciously at his father. usually they just go to virgil’s. or they stay in and make stuff that takes less than fifteen minutes and would probably give virgil heart palpitations from stress.

this is Not Normal. which means something Abnormal has happened. and usually Something Abnormal means Something Bad.

his dad takes in a deep breath, and says, “you’re so smart.”

logan knows this. no one ever accused him of being humble. he cannot possibly pinpoint why this lead to a celebration dinner, though.

“you’re so smart,” his dad repeats, “and you work so hard, all the time. and i know you have such big dreams for the future.”

“dad,” logan says.

patton takes a breath in, and slides a piece of paper across the table. (the tuition sheet, he triple-checked, is not included.)

logan takes it, flips it over, and takes in the coat of arms. then dear mr. sanders, we are happy to inform you we have a vacancy at chilton prepatory for this school year. due to your son’s excellent grades and recommendations, and your enthusiastic pursuit of his enrollment...

he can’t keep reading from there, though. because his eyes are too blurry and his throat is too tight. he probably needs a new prescription and he might be coming down with strep. or an upper respiratory infection. maybe some variant of throat cancer that is also making his eyes too hot. that’s all it is. he should make a doctor’s appointment.

“dad,” he manages to say.

“oh, hey, hey,” his dad says, and he crosses the table to kneel by logan’s chair and pulls logan down into a hug, and logan shuts his eyes tight.

“you applied to chilton for me?” logan whispers.

logan, of course, knows about chilton. the franklin is consistently rated the best student paper in the state, winning awards both at state and national levels. a diploma from there’s practically a gilded invitation to an ivy league. seven chilton graduates have pulitzers. he knows how good their programs are. he also knows the limited stories his dad has told of his two years at chilton before he dropped out to have logan.

“and i’m... you... i’m in?”

“yeah, kiddo,” patton says. “you’re in. they were practically foaming at the mouth when i showed them your gpa, plus your bylines. they wanted you there so bad. ”

“but it’s so—” expensive, far away, you hated it so much there...

“hey, i’m the dad, okay?” patton says, drawing back and wiping his thumbs under logan’s eyes, offering his own watery smile. familial allergies, maybe. logan should check the filters and possibly update any medical files. “let me worry about all that stuff, that’s my job. your job is school.”

“i’m going to chilton?” he repeats.

“you’re going to chilton,” patton says, and hugs him one last time before rising to his feet and sitting back in his chair. “plus an ivy.”

logan’s cheeks hurt. “i’m a sophomore.”

“yeah, but you’re my sophomore,” patton says, as if that makes sense as a term of endearment, “and you’re gonna get into any college you want, because you’re logan, and you’re so smart, and you work so hard, and you deserve a spot at chilton or any old ivy league that you want, and i am gonna bend the earth and sky to make sure you have all the opportunities you could ever possibly need.”

if logan gets up to hug his dad one more time... well, his dad would never tell.

"eight, dad," he mumbles into his shoulder.

"aw, kiddo," patton says gently, and holds him tighter. "sixteen."

⁂

so, patton isn't a particularly strict parent, but logan has the feeling that if patton knew how much logan snuck out that his windows would probably be bolted shut and he’d be treated to a lecture about how “sideshire is a small town but that doesn’t mean it’s always safe all the time, okay???” as if logan hasn’t written the defining articles on the crime statistics of sideshire for the past two years, since he was old enough to see pg-13 movies and thereby old enough to see pg-13 statistics.

patton would probably be even less pleased if he knew that logan had perfected his sneak-out route at the age of ten. there’s a trellis of ivy that’s very easy to climb down from his bedroom window, and logan has been hopping the backyard fence since they’d moved into this house. and from there’s it’s just following the well-worn trail to the middle of the town, to the fairy-light-strung gazebo. it’s the perfect halfway point between their houses, and so it was Their Place.

roman grins up at him from where he’s sitting on the gazebo steps, waving his phone at him. “usually i’m the one who calls midnight crisis meetings,” he teases. “i figured that you might want something.”

he holds up two styrofoam to-go cups that logan’s sure are full of milkshake. see, logan is a virgil’s diner man through-and-through, it’s a family thing, but when it comes to ice cream/milkshakes/other ice cream based products, he has to get it from lucy’s. virgil gets it, he gets all of the ice cream he serves from lucy’s.

anyway, he and roman have been getting milkshakes from lucy’s for years: we-gotta-do-these-book-reports milkshakes, screw-the-bullies milkshakes, just-cause milkshakes, logan-i’ve-been-trying-to-teach-a-class-full-of-toddlers-a-waltz-routine-for-two-hours-let-me-have-this milkshakes. so on.

logan accepts his (salted caramel to roman’s chocolate-covered cherry) and sits on the gazebo steps, stretching his legs out. roman sits next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder, and logan’s heart does that strange squeezing thing that it’s done around roman for as long as he can remember.

(they met like this: they were both in mr. geller’s kindergarten class, and there’s no one with a q last name in their grade, and the only r in their grade was in ms. lansing’s, so he and roman ended up as table buddies. they were supposed to decorate the nametags that were taped onto their desks. logan drew leminscates on his, and roman drew an expansive, wild garden of red roses that leaked over onto his. logan had gotten mad. roman had drawn blue and orange universes over them in apology without ever actually saying the word sorry and he told logan a story about how the flower-world had been populated by aliens and a brave scientist touched down to try to get the prettiest flowers in the universe for his husband, the most handsome prince there ever was. at snacktime logan had traded his strawberries for roman’s jam cookies. they’d been inseparable ever since.)

(logan’s nervous about a lot about chilton, but he’s most nervous about changing this. losing this.)

logan takes off the lid, and drags his straw through the whipped cream, attempting to eat it first, so that the whipped cream wouldn’t sink down and prevent him from finishing off the milkshake with a mouthful of caramel-tinged whipped cream. roman steals his maraschino cherry. that’s all normal. it’s all so normal, sitting here together in the gazebo in the dying heat of summer, the only light from the stars and the fairy lights, and logan stares at his shoes—his formal-ish black shoes—and how they look next to roman’s red high-top converse, scrawled all over with multicolored sharpies because roman was a horrible fidget, and he was most prone to drawing all over the nearest surface (paper, his hands and arms, his legs if he’s wearing shorts, his shoes, logan, sometimes, if they manage to get seats close enough together in class and sometimes when they lay in the gazebo in silence, chasing sugar highs and enjoying the stars—)

“i’m going to chilton,” he blurts to their feet. “my dad’s apparently been trying to get me in since last year, but a spot opened up, and—and it starts monday.”

there’s silence. logan almost can’t bear it, before an arm slings over his shoulder.

“logan,” roman says, and he’s... smiling. maybe.

“you’re not mad?” logan says, confused, and roman blinks at him.

“why would i be mad?” he says. “i mean, you didn’t know, right?”

“right,” logan agrees tentatively.

“so,” roman says. “i mean, i always knew you were gonna, like, go off to stratospheres of academic excellence, it’s just happening a little earlier than expected.”

there’s something wrong with his smile. something brittle. logan doesn’t like it.

“roman—”

“i’m happy for you,” he says, and there’s something biting there.

“roman.”

“look, i just—whatever,” roman huffs. “you’re going to fancy prep school. good for you. it’ll be great. you’ll be great. tell me about the stupid franklin.”

“the franklin isn’t stupid,” logan says, shaking off roman’s arm. “it’s one of the best student-produced papers in the state. that includes high schools and colleges.”

“right,” roman snaps, “of course. the franklin’s fucking perfect. my mistake. like your stupid chilton uniform’s gonna be perfect, and all your new snooty chilton friends are gonna be perfect, and your ivy league is gonna be so fucking perfect, because you’re just too perfect, right?”

“i—what?!” logan says, trying to shake off his confusion like it’s something as physical as roman’s arm. “you said you weren’t mad!”

“i’m NOT!” roman snaps, and then he falls silent.

“i thought you would be happy for me, because that’s what friends do,” logan snaps right back. “i want to go to the best place for my future, what’s so wrong with that?!”

“nothing,” roman spits, getting to his feet. “absolutely nothing’s wrong with that.”

“then act like it!” logan hollers back, surging to his feet because he hates anyone looking down at him, literally or metaphorically. “what is your problem?”

“my problem??? my problem????”

“yes! YOUR problem!”

“fine! i guess it is my problem! because i’m not smart like you, logan sanders, otherwise known as mr. right-all-the-time—“

“wh—i don’t even know why i cared!” logan snaps. “it’s just that this is important to me, roman, i’m not going to apologize because i’m doing something that’s going to be good for me, that’s—”

“going to get you out of sideshire?” roman says, bitter.

“fine! yes! i want to do things, i want to write about important things, and i can’t exactly win a pulitzer covering the latest town meeting for the courant, okay?!”

“oh, so some fictional pulitzer’s important to you, but i’m not?” roman snaps, and logan’s mouth snaps shut, and his voice catches in his throat, and his brain runs over the conversation because when had he said anything that could possibly be interpreted like THAT?! but he realizes when roman’s face drops and then screws up that he’d taken too long to answer.

“wow,” roman scoffs. “i—you know what? have fun at chilton, walter crank-kite. i hope you and your imaginary pulitzer become the best of friends.”

“roman,” logan manages to say, but roman jostles his shoulder on his way out, and he slams both the salted caramel and the chocolate-covered cherry shakes into the trash, stomping back toward the prince studio and apartment.

and logan’s left standing in the middle of the gazebo, wondering what just happened.

“emotions,” logan huffs, and kicks one of the railing posts.

⁂

when logan slouches down the stairs the next morning, hair mussed and scowling, patton doesn’t really question it. sanders men aren’t morning people. it’s a fact of their nature. he figures it’ll get better after a mug of coffee from virgil’s.

it does not get better after a mug of coffee from virgil’s.

patton gently mentions how it’s his last friday of summer, and logan makes vague mumbling noises, stabbing his scrambled eggs with his forks more than actually eating them.

“well,” patton says, keeping his voice chipper. “no matter what you decide to do, be back at the house, okay? we’re having dinner with my parents at seven.”

logan stiffens. he drops the fork with a clatter. “it’s not a holiday,” he says suspiciously.

“well, no, but—”

“we only see grandma and grandpa on holidays.”

“it’s about chilton,” patton says. “they’re excited that you’re going. it’s a celebration—”

“we already had a celebration dinner,” logan grumbles. he picks up his fork and starts stabbing his eggs again. “i liked that celebration dinner. dinner with grandma and grandpa is a punishment dinner.”

“hey,” patton says, trying to be a little stern, but, well, he’s right. “they’re excited you’re going to their alma mater. they want to have us over for dinner more often. it’s like a peace offering.”

“did i do something?” logan says suspiciously. “you said no one was dead. i should have rephrased—is someone dying?”

“logan, what?! no!”

virgil, swinging by, frowns at logan’s plate.

“you need more protein,” he says. “eat your eggs, don’t kill them. they’re already dead.”

“i don’t need more protein.”

“yeah, i see the vast majority of your meals, kid, that’s not gonna fly,” virgil says. “eat the eggs.”

“words can’t fly and you sneak protein powder into every pastry i eat anyway,” logan mutters, and rebelliously shoves a forkful of eggs into his mouth. virgil nods in approval and goes to drop off a plate of pancakes for the nearest gossips.

“no one is dying,” patton says exasperatedly. “what makes you think someone is dying, anyway? why is that always your first thought lately?”

“statistically—”

“let’s not get into depressing journalistic statistics first thing in the morning, huh?” patton says hastily, because he has made that mistake before and spent the rest of the morning in the throes of an existential crisis or general misery about the state of humanity or the planet.

(not even just, like. generally depressing statistics. journalism-specific statistics can be plenty depressing too! i went digging for some and then it turned into a couple paragraphs of me presenting paragraphs of statistics about journalists. and then i tried rewriting it like three more times. it basically boils down to me lunging through your screen to scream “support journalists,” okay???)

anyways, to get back into the fic, patton is aware of these statistics. he has rambled nervously about them to virgil, who has internalized these worries. am i basing that instance off people in my life who similarly care about me but aren’t Into Journalism like i am? yes. buzz off. i said i was getting back to the fic.

anyway, patton briefly mentally flashes through the “photojournalists can be as likely as combat veterans to develop ptsd/journalists tend to self-medicate with caffeine and alcohol and sugar/the job market isn’t great/you absolutely Do Not go into journalism for the money” statistics that i just summed up for you instead of ranting for five paragraphs you’re welcome, and says,

“do you want more coffee? you’ve barely had any.” because, you know. he’s a sanders. caffeine’s gotta work some kinda magic. and also the whole “journalists love caffeine” thing is Real Okay it’s Backed By Statistics.

virgil, on his way back to dump an armful of empty dishes back in the kitchen to be washed, is about to start lecturing, before he stops and frowns.

“yeah,” he says. “i... logan, i haven’t even caught you trying to sneak a refill.”

this is a cause for Concern. logan has usually attempted to get at least one refill at this point in the breakfast.

logan jerked up a shoulder in a shrug, and shoved another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

virgil frowns, tops up his mug, jabs a finger in patton’s direction and says, “not a word,” before he vanishes to drop off the dirty dishes.

“do you know what you’re gonna do today?” patton prompts. “there’s some debate kids in the inn. i’ll look the other way if you want to totally wreck them.”

this is usually a temptation for logan, who gets into arguments the way cats get into any visibly box-shaped object. debate kids in town on tournament meant kids being ready to practice arguing, and logan tended to delight in taking on their arguments and poking holes into their arguments, their fact-checking, their general take on debate—

“maybe,” logan says listlessly.

“i saw that the courant had a spelling error, right on the front page,” patton offers encouragingly, because he is getting more and more worried about his son right now. “i bet rudy’s been waiting for you to storm into the office since he noticed it.”

this is also usually a temptation for logan. he’s usually gleefully ripping the courant to shreds at this point in the morning. he hasn’t even glanced at the paper dispenser or asked patton for a spare quarter in case he forgot to grab something from the family piggy bank to be able to buy the paper.

logan never forgets to get change to be able to buy the paper.

logan shrugs again.

“are you feeling okay?” patton says abruptly. “let me feel your forehead. do you think you’re coming down with something?”

“i’m fine,” logan says sharply, ducking aside so that patton doesn’t have access to his forehead.

except even being sick wasn’t an excuse for logan to not want to look at the paper, patton realizes, because what delights logan most when patton stays home to look after him when he’s sick is when patton brings back the spare copies of the new york times and the washington post and the wall street journal from the inn, and will be confined to bed rest as long as he has something to read in his hands.

“are you okay?” patton repeats, and logan sneers at his eggs.

“i’m fine,” he says.

“if you keep making that face it’ll stick like that.”

“that doesn’t make any sense!”

which is typical for logan to say, whenever patton busts out a dad-ism like that, except logan doesn’t usually yell it and slam down his cutlery loud enough to make half the diner look in their direction.

“whoa,” patton says, “kiddo, hey—”

“nobody is making any sense,” logan seethes, and grabs his stuff. “i’ll be back for the stupid dinner.”

“hey!” patton says, stern, but logan’s already storming out of the diner, the bell above the door jangling, discordantly cheerful.

“what,” virgil asks, coming up behind the counter, “was that?”

“i,” patton begins, and frowns. “i have no idea. i mean, he’s been in a bit of a mood all morning, but i just thought it was a morning thing, but i mentioned the dinner and he got all...”

(oh, patton, bless. you have no idea. keep working under that assumption, though.)

“he and your parents only sometimes get along, right?” virgil says in an undertone.

patton lets out a slow breath. “usually, it’s like a flip of a coin,” he says. “either they’re all thrilled that he’s, you know, as smart and talented as he is, and he preens under all the attention. or, well. they say something about how smart and talented he is, and how we could work to apply it better, and he...”

“gets snappy,” virgil says, because he bore witness to quite a few of toddler/little kid logan’s temper tantrums and has seen them age, like really terrible wine. “yeah.”

patton hesitates, before he looks at him out of the corner of his eyes. “can i get another hot cocoa/coffee to deal with my son going very teenager, all of a sudden?”

virgil snorts, and fondly snatches logan’s freshly-filled mug away, holding it out of patton’s reach when he jokingly tries to jump for it, and that’s a little better.

⁂

so. logan’s not having a great day.

he couldn’t sleep because he was too busy trying to figure out what the hell happened with roman. he bit his tongue so hard it bled when his dad had off-handedly mentioned going to the prince studio as an idea for what logan does with his day. he apparently has to go to dinner with his dad and his grandparents.

logan’s relationship with his grandparents is, in a word? stilted.

(logan may be terrible with emotions, but he knows his dad well enough to spot the way his shoulders tighten up and hunch over whenever his parents say something with that particular twist of their lips, to see how he starts absently rubbing the sleeves of his sweater or cardigan between his fingers or over his face like he needs comfort, the way he always makes sure to hug logan tight and firmly tell him that he supports logan, always, no matter what he wants to do, as if logan has not known this since he was capable of knowing anything at all.

logan may be terrible with emotions, but he knows the way his other father slips up and starts to call patton something that doesn’t share any of the syllables of his name and the way the blood drains from his dad’s face, every time, and he can count the times his other father has remembered his birthday on the day of and contacted him that day on one hand, whereas his dad wakes him up every birthday morning at 4:03 am to tell him all about how he was born no matter how much logan groans about it.

logan may be terrible with emotions, but he knows that’s not a man his dad should have been married to, ever, no matter how much his grandparents insist on how good it would be for the three of them, how they both needed someone to take care of them, as if patton hasn’t been taking care of the both of them on his own since logan was three weeks old.

logan may be terrible with emotions, but he has grown up surrounded by the people of sideshire who love and support his dad, who have never called him the wrong pronoun or name, and logan may be terrible with emotions but he is smart and so it’s been easy for him, over the years, to compare high-class to the town that his grandparents seem to look down upon, and logan may want to leave sideshire but he still loves it.

logan is terrible with emotions, so he gets snappy when his grandparents get snappy, but that’s not the way a proper young man should behave, logan, because he’s more obvious with his barbs than they are.

oh, they love him. he knows that. they fawn after his school work and exclaim over his bylines and send clumsily impersonal gifts for each holiday and take him out to a fancy dinner within the week after his birthday every year, he knows that they love him. he knows that they love his dad, too. it’s just hard to remember that when his dad got into the driver’s seat after last christmas and burst into tears because his parents had sprung a visit from his other father on them without any warning at all, and his other father had messed up and called him by the wrong name, again, and how his grandparents always call the inn a motel, and how they always look down on the cozy yellow clapboard house patton bought them, and a million other little things in their lives that become targets, and how it wasn’t the first time logan had ever seen his dad cry after a family function but it had been the first time since logan was a little kid, and it still hurt to see that his dad, who probably had more capacity to love people than logan had ever seen, had grown up with people who always had terms and conditions to their affection and their presence in his life and yet still had the audacity to insist that they were trying, patton, can’t you meet us halfway?

so. yes. stilted is certainly a word for it.)

so when he gets back from hiking angrily around in the forests surrounding sideshire, and sulkily takes a shower, and puts on the most formal look that his grandparents will probably be displeased with but cannot actually disapprove of (he’s particularly fond of the trans flag tie part of it, in addition to the rainbow handkerchief he’s put in his blazer pocket) he’s still in a bad mood.

“ready to go?” his dad says, from where he’s nervously tugging at all his clothes. he always dresses a bit extra masc whenever they go to his parents’ house, and he usually spends the next couple days in his coziest sweaters with his hair as messy as it possibly can get like he’s trying to reassure himself that he can be a bit of a mess without people lecturing him for it as long as he’s comfortable, and logan really, really hates going to his grandparents, along with the world in general right now.

“if i have to be,” logan says.

the whole car ride there he sits with his arms crossed and glaring out the window, not engaging with his dad’s slightly subtle “so how was the rest of your day?” to his more telling “you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” to his very obvious “if you aren’t okay, i can call and tell them to push it off to another night.”

when they get there, patton shuts off the car.

“i know your grandparents’ aren’t—”

“i’ll be civil,” logan says, cutting off the pep talk, and gets out of the car before he can get the whole lecture. he hears his dad sigh before logan shuts the car door.

logan straightens his tie, puffs up the handkerchief so that it’s blatantly in the line of their vision, and patton gets out of the car. they walk in silence to the front door.

logan mutters, “let’s get this over with.”

his dad laughs, breathlessly and nervously, and knocks.

his grandmother opens the door almost before they’ve finished.

“logan!” she says, fondly. “patton,” she adds, less enthusiastic.

“mom,” he says.

“right on time,” she says.

“traffic was... fine,” patton says lamely, and they both walk into the house.

“i can’t tell you what a treat it is to have you boys here,” she continues, and patton looks cautiously optimistic.

“yeah, we’re pretty excited too,” patton says.

“now, let me look at you in the light, logan,” emily says. “oh, look at how handsome you are. growing up all the time. just the picture of a proper young man. it’s so good to see you.”

she gives logan a long hug. logan stiffly holds his arms in place, looking to his dad as if to say, help. patton shrugs. logan rolls his eyes to the heavens and pats her once on the back.

“it’s, um. it’s good to see you too,” he says, lying through his teeth.

“so!” she says, drawing back and grabbing logan’s hand, pulling them toward the Fancy Fancy living room. “tell me all about chilton.”

“i haven’t started yet.”

“richard! look who showed up!”

logan’s grandfather looks up from his paper and squints at him. “you’ve gotten tall.”

“i suppose.”

“what’s your height?”

“five eight.”

“tall. still growing, i assume. i’m on the edge of my seat to see how tall you become.”

he looks back to his paper. logan, not for the first time, thinks he knows where he gets it from.

“hey, dad,” patton says.

“patton,” he says, without looking up. “your son is tall.”

patton grins. “yeah,” he says, remembering how he shot up nearly six inches after he got back on t after logan was born, and how logan’s probably going to get even taller than him soon. “remember when he used to fit in the dresser drawers?”

“dad,” logan complains.

“champagne, anyone?”

“oh, um,” patton says. “champagne, wow. fancy.”

“well, not every day i have my boys here for dinner on a day the banks are also open. a toast?”

she does not ask patton if logan should have champagne. he probably would have said yes, but still. it’s the principle of the thing. patton grits his teeth for a moment.

“to logan entering chilton,” she says, raising the glass. “and an exciting new phase in his life!”

“here here,” richard says, still reading the paper, and they all drink the champange.

“this is so exciting,” emily continues, “an education is the most important thing in the world, after family.”

“and cookies,” patton blurts out.

his parents both look at him.

“joke.”

“ah.”

logan hesitates, still staring at the paper. the front page isn’t visible but the design styling’s so obvious logan already knows, but—

“is that the times?”

"yes,” his grandfather says. “interesting article about the effect of delivery on local restaurants and grocery stores today, have you read it?”

“no,” logan says, “i haven’t really read much of the news at all today.”

richard, without looking up, hands logan a copy of the washington post from where it’s folded up beside an already-read copy of the wall street journal and the latest copies of national geographic and time. logan, smirking a little, takes it.

“can you please wait to read until after dinner,” emily says wearily.

“oh, let them have their bonding time,” patton says, grinning widely now, and picks up the national geographic (pretty pictures!)

patton likes to imagine that his mother barely quashes the urge to throw her hands up in defeat.

the dinner, however, is much more awkward than all of them reading their publications of choice in quiet (patton’s mother had selected ladies’ home journal, in a move that patton isn’t quite sure was a masked hit or not) and he absently tears a roll to shreds in his hands, ignoring the way his mother is glowering at the little bread bits he’s littering on the table. 

“logan, how do you like the lamb?” she says instead.

“it’s good,” logan says, as if he has not been poking it with his fork more than eating. patton figures it’s better than stabbing, but he would prefer if his son actually ate.

“too dry?”

“no.”

“hm. shelby always leaves it in too long. i’ll have her make something else.”

“please don’t,” patton says hastily. 

“it’s fine,” logan says, when it looks like emily is about to mow over patton again.

“well. all right, then.”

a pause.

“how are things at the motel?”

“inn,” logan and patton correct simultaneously.

“i’m the executive manager now,” patton continues. “run the whole place.”

“oh,” emily says. both his parents startled. logan looks offended on patton’s behalf. patton tears off another chunk of the roll.

“dad’s done a great job with the inn,” logan says, defensive. 

“speaking of which,” emily says, “your father called the other day, logan.”

logan goes stiffer. “my father’s right here.”

“he’s doing very well, out in california,” emily continues. “he’s got his own practice now. very talented man, your father.”

“i know,” logan says, glowering. “dad’s worked his way up to executive manager. he’s the youngest executive manager in the whole inn’s history and he’s getting his business degree. he’s thinking of buying an inn of his own someday.”

“logan,” patton murmurs quietly. a please be civil. 

“well, that’s a bit different, isn’t it?” richard says. “christopher was always a smart boy. top of his class at chilton, and then at stanford, you know. you must take after him.”

“excuse me,” patton murmurs very quietly. he goes into the kitchen. logan gets to his feet, and so does his grandmother.

“i’m going to—”

“please keep your grandfather company,” she says, and goes into the kitchen. logan sits down reluctantly, before he says directly, “have you ever heard of howard gardner?”

“no.”

“he identified the seven distinct types of intelligence.”

“hm. seven, really.”

“yes. seven. linguistic, logical, kinesthetic, spatial, musical, interpersonal, and intrapersonal,” logan finishes, jabbing at the lamb. “dad might not be traditionally book smart, but he’s very smart in his own way. intrapersonal, specifically, but interpersonally too. i’d be proud if i inherited any of his particular types of intelligence. clearly he’s the only sanders man to have them.”

richard is about to retaliate, before there’s noise from the kitchen.

“—how could i have possibly taken that the wrong way? what was left open to interpretation?!”

“keep your voice down.”

“no! why do you pounce on every single thing i do that isn’t enough for you?”

“you’re being very dramatic.”

his father laughs bitterly. logan digs his fingernails into the silver of the knife and fork he’s still holding. 

“dramatic. right. of course. i’m always the dramatic one. silly me, i must have forgotten, like i forget everything else, because logan gets any smarts from him, right? i’m the one who raised him, but any good part of logan, it always gets credited to him!”

“well, that’s not true—”

“why else would you bring him up like that?”

“we like christopher.”

“yeah, well, i remember you having a very different opinion when he got me pregnant.”

“oh, please. you were sixteen, what were we supposed to do, throw you a party?! you had such bright futures, we were disappointed.”

“yes, and by letting him go to california and having me raise logan, we got to keep those bright futures.”

“when you get pregnant, you get married! a child needs a father and a—“

she falls very silent. logan feels what little lamb he had churn in his stomach.

“finish your sentence,” his father says, and he sounds cold. like logan. he sounds like logan when he gets angry.

“i didn’t mean—“

“yes, you did. you did mean it. you were about to say a child needs a father and a mother, weren’t you?”

“patton—”

“logan was never going to have a father and a mother. he was always going to have two dads. and i’m a good dad. i have done fine with logan on my own.”

“that’s right. far away from us.”

“mom—!”

“you took that boy and you completely shut us out of your life!” emily shouts, and logan is very pointedly not making eye contact with his grandfather right now. “we came back to a note in a crib in the middle of the night, no idea if you were safe, if you and logan would have gotten hurt—”

“i would have suffocated here.”

“oh, and you’re so perfect, and i was so controlling, hm? i put you in good schools. i gave you the best of everything. i made sure you had the finest opportunities. and I am so tired of hearing about how you were suffocated and i was so controlling. well, if i was so controlling, why couldn’t i control you running around getting pregnant and throwing your life away?”

“mom, if you don’t stop, i’m leaving. i swear. i will leave, and i’ll break out agreement, and you’ll be lucky to get christmases ever again, do you understand me?”

“what?!”

“i’m not going to keep trying to rebuild a relationship with you if you just keep telling me i threw my life away!” patton snaps. “i have a life. it has a little color in it so it might be a bit weird to you, but it’s a life, mom. and if i hadn’t gotten pregnant i wouldn’t have had logan.”

“you know that’s not what i meant—”

“maybe i was some uncontrollable terrible child like you said but logan isn’t! he’s smart and careful and ambitious and a hard worker and a good kid, and i raised him, mom. he’s my son.”

“you were still a child raising a child.”

“that stopped as soon as that test went positive. i figured out how to build a life, i found a good job—”

“as a maid,” she hisses.

“housekeeper, actually, which is a perfectly fine living, for your information, but in case you didn’t hear your grandson, i worked my way up. i run the place now. we have a good life with no help from anyone.”

“yes, and think where logan could have been if you accepted a little help from anyone, hm?”

“why do you think i’m here right now?” patton shouts. “i opened my life back up to you when i established myself enough in sideshire. i accepted the top surgery that you gave me instead of an apology. i have been coming for holidays for years. and now i’ve asked for help for logan. now logan is going to chilton. you have your weekly dinners. i’m back here. you win. aren’t you thrilled about it?! isn’t that all you want?!”

logan sets down the silverware. he thinks he might be a little sick.

“is that what you think?”

“yeah, well. you haven’t really done anything to show me otherwise, have you?”

“i have no idea when you became so sensitive. you used to be such a pleasant child.”

“...you seriously just didn’t listen to a word i said, did you? for your information, being sensitive is one of the things i love most about—you know what, forget it. fine. let’s just have dessert. logan and i can go home, we’ll try again next week, i’m sure we’ll fight again then. and then you can keep telling me all about how i used to be so pleasant without thinking about how maybe i got some things from my parents, too.”

the door opens back up. logan looks back to his grandfather in a panic, only to see his head tipping forward onto his chest.

how could he have possibly fallen asleep during that? logan thinks in disbelief.

⁂

patton gets into the car and lets out a breath he feels like he’s been holding since he walked into that house, logan buckling his seatbelt.

“do you want to stop at virgil’s for coffee?” he says, a little timid. like a peace offering.

patton chews his lip. “how much of that did you overhear?”

“...snippets.”

“all of it, then.”

“just from her telling you to keep your voice down,” logan says, and patton huffs out a humorless laugh as he puts the car in reverse, glancing through the back windshield as he carefully backs the car out.

“okay, yeah, all of it. sure. coffee sounds good.”

they’ve been driving in silence for about three minutes before logan blurts out, “maybe chilton isn’t such a good idea.”

“what?!” patton demands, and immediately pulls over to the side of the street so he can park and look at his son, face-to-face. “no way, chilton is a great idea!”

“it comes with these dinners as a condition for my tuition, the bus ride is forty minutes both ways which i could be using to study or helping you at the inn or working at the courant, we don’t know if i can’t get into an ivy if i stay where i am,” he lists off, but patton’s already shaking his head.

"these dinners might be bad sometimes but not all the time, you can still read on buses because i know you don’t carsick like that, you’re going to be harassing rudy at the courant for as long as you live in sideshire because you have been doing that since you were seven and i’m pretty sure it somehow works as stress relief for you, and isn’t it better to improve statistics than risk it?”

“i don’t like the way they talk to you.”

“i can handle it,” patton says gently. 

“you shouldn’t have to handle it,” logan grits out.

“look,” patton says. “the dinners are mostly so they can keep tabs on you, okay? they want to get to know you a bit better. and you know that they aren’t always like that. tonight was a bad night.”

“dad—”

“right, i’m the dad. and i know that most of the time i make sure this house is a democracy, but i gotta pull the dad card here, okay? chilton is a good idea and you’re going. it offers too many good opportunities for you to not go. and sure, going to these dinners isn’t... the best, but i can handle it. i handled it for years before you were born, and it’s better now than it was then. besides, i already paid tuition, so.”

logan lets out an irritated sigh.

“so,” his dad repeats. “you’re going to be great at chilton, and i’ll be okay going to dinners. if there’s a day where i can’t handle, i’ll call out sick. promise.”

logan looks back out the window.

“is it just the dinner that’s bugging you?” patton tries. “because you’ve been in a bit of a mood.”

“i’m not in a mood.”

patton lifts his eyebrows silently at his son, until logan turns to see the expression on his face, scowls, and looks back out the window.

 “i thought we’d said we’d go for coffee.”

“yeah, sure thing. it’s just that i’m worried about you, and i want to make sure you’re okay. if it is the dinner, fine. if you want space, that’s okay too, as long as you know i’m here to talk it out. i know emotions aren’t your favorite thing.”

logan pauses, scuffs his shoe, and mutters, “emotions don’t make sense.”

patton briefly flashes back to that morning in the diner, thinks about nobody is making any sense! and the only other person who could get his son in such a state, and has an aha! moment. “yours, or is it someone else’s emotions that have you like this?”

logan hesitates. just long enough that patton thinks he might get it. (also, okay, he knows that needling logan isn’t the Best parenting move, but sometimes logan needed to be prodded until he blows up and rants about everything that's bothering him, like the world’s most cathartic volcano.)

“...a certain dance teacher’s assisstant, maybe...?”

“coffee,” logan grits out.

patton obligingly puts the car in drive and keeps going. also logan is still trapped for thirty more minutes, so patton will get there eventually. he loves his son dearly, but patience is not one of his virtues.

“someone who shares a last name with a royal title? that rhymes with wince?”

logan almost audibly grinds his teeth.

“someone whose first name is also the longest lasting empire in history?”

“the longest lasting empire is the empire of japan, then the byzantine empire, then the holy roman empire which is different from the roman empire,” logan blurts out, and then he snaps his mouth shut.

patton stifles his grin as he signals to turn onto a new street. gotcha.

“so,” patton says innocently, “definitely not him, then?”

logan is inhaling. patton has to pay attention to the road but he would have money on his son practically inflating on a pufferfish, which meant that in three, two, one—

“he’s infuriating!” logan howls, and boom, yes, there’s the volcano. 

patton is treated to about ten minutes of ranting about how roman prince is the sole cause of emotional distress, not only to logan, (”i mean—if i had emotions,” logan scoffs, and patton quietly saves that talk for another day because they’ve had it before) but to every person in sideshire and possibly the whole world. patton, knowing his son and his best friend, mostly lets this slide in one ear and out the ear, nodding and “mhm”-ing in the appropriate places.

“so,” patton says, when this dies down, “what did he do to cause a rant of those proportions?”

“i told him about chilton,” he says. “somehow that turned into him saying that he wasn’t my friend anymore.”

“okay, whoa,” patton says, “did he say that exactly?”

“...basically.”

“you’re a journalist, you know all about the dangers of having a bias, plus paraphrasing versus quoting directly. give me some context.”

“how dare you use journalism against me,” logan mutters, before he starts telling him about it. (unbeknownst to patton, logan changes the story so that he gave roman a phone call instead of sneaking out. he has to have some secrets.)

they’re nearly to sideshire by the time logan tells him that he was trying to figure out where he went wrong and didn’t answer roman immediately, and patton has been gently cringing for the past three minutes but that turns into a full-on wince that logan could not possibly miss.

“what?” logan says.

“sweetheart,” patton says gently. “he’s scared.”

“what???” logan says. “that’s ridiculous. what could he possibly be scared of? he’s the one staying at sideshire high. he’s always had other friends. he’ll probably make more friends now that i’m not going to be at school taking up all his time.”

“scared, or jealous, maybe?” patton says. “think about it. you’re going off to a great new school. you’re going to get way more opportunities to pursue your interests. there are going to be other people who have those same interests, who you will probably get along with very well, and you’ll make new friends. he’s staying here. he’s scared that you’re going to forget about him and leave him behind.”

“but—but that’s absurd,” logan says, but he’s a little less defensive now.

“he’s going to go to school without you for the first time since you both started school, you know? same as you. it’s like he has to re-evaluate his whole school social circle,” patton says. “plus, i mean, then he asked if he was important to you, honey, and you hesitated, which when you add in all that other stuff...”

logan’s quiet.

“he’s scared of losing his best friend too, kiddo.”

logan heaves a massive sigh as patton turns onto the sideshire main road. patton also notices that logan does not deny that he’s scared of losing his best friend.

“i have to apologize, don’t i?”

“i mean, he said some not-great stuff too, but yeah, you should probably initiate.”

logan groans to himself, dropping his head onto the dash, and patton pulls into the parking lot of virgil’s.

“what do i even say?” logan says miserably.

“you’re a smart kid,” patton says, shutting the car off and opening the door. “i bet you can figure it out.”

logan follows, and virgil looks up at them, squinting at their slightly-fancier dress.

“so, dinner with the hellbeasts?”

“they’re my parents,” patton scolds at the same time logan says, “yes, they were terrible,” and hops up onto the barstool.

“coffee,” he says. “and fries. plus a jam tart.”

“logan, you’re killing me,” virgil says. “could i possibly steer you toward ordering something healthy? for once?”

“i only said i wanted coffee, fries, and a jam tart, in no way is that tantamount to murder. plus i get salads all the time.”

“yeah, after i tack them onto your order,” virgil says.

“you know what,” patton says. “make that two jam tarts. and maybe make logan’s order to go?”

logan looks at him, panicked. “what, now?”

patton shrugs. “why wait?”

logan sighs, and repeats, “to go.”

“plus a coffee and a bowl of vanilla bean ice cream for me, please.”

“...plus a salad?”

“virgil,” logan says, anguished, “we had lamb for dinner. that included a side salad. and grandma was mean to dad. let us be unhealthy.”

“...do you want a warm brownie with that ice cream?”

patton smiles a little bit, directing it down at the counter. “if you wouldn’t mind.”

he passes over a twenty to pay. he then hands the change to logan.

“maybe lucy’s wouldn’t be a bad call?” he says to logan, under his breath, and logan nods, taking it.

virgil dishes up their coffees, and then hands logan a bag.

patton pats him on the back. “you got this.”

logan gives him a jerky nod and takes the bag and his travel cup, heading out of the diner.

“so,” virgil says, leaning on his elbows, putting his chin in his hand. “going to see roman?”

“going to apologize to roman,” patton corrects. “he was in a mood this morning because he and roman got into a fight.”

“ahh,” virgil says. “well, they’ll, you know. patch it up.”

“they always do,” patton says, “but, well,” he glances around, “it was about chilton, and logan might have implied that roman isn’t important to him, so.”

virgil flinches.

“yeahh,” patton says. “i mean, he didn’t mean it, obviously, but. jam tart. lucy’s. him going to actually say sorry.”

“yikes,” virgil says. “um. speaking of yikes... do you wanna talk about...?”

patton shrugs a shoulder. “just my mom disapproving of my life, as usual, and crediting any of logan’s achievements with his other dad, as usual, and she nearly said something pretty trans slash homophobic before catching herself, which, you know, was a new kind of not great, or at least a kind of not great they haven’t been bold enough to say to my face until now,” he says, like it doesn’t hurt. “plus i lost my temper and actually, like, yelled at her, which logan of course overheard.”

“you?” virgil says. “yelling?”

patton nods, drooping.

“jesus,” virgil says. 

“yeah,” patton sighs, and takes a huge gulp of coffee. 

“if you want me to egg their car again—”

patton nearly snorts coffee out of his nose, and then there’s, like, what would be the closing scene of an episode that makes viewers think oh they’re in LOVE love, all fond smiles and laughing at each other as the camera slowly zooms out, showing them looking like they’re wrapped up in their own little world in the middle of virgil’s diner.

[stardust-lightning]

Bunbun Cafe

@lycansaurusrex

Just a fluffy little story with some his OCs and Akira

Hope you enjoy the fluff!

Oh, Akira had no idea what Oli and Gabriel had in mind for his birthday, but judging from the giggles that Gabe was producing in the backseat and the thick blindfold he had over his eyes at Oli’s insistence, it’s that they have been both planning this for a while.

He himself couldn’t stifle his excitement as he bouncing a little in the passenger seat.

“We’re almost there, right?” Akira asked, probably for the tenth time since they’ve been driving.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

“You said that the last time I asked.”

“I’m serious this time.”

“You said that last time too.”

“Look, we’re gonna get there in a bit, I promise.”

Akira incoherently whined a little but still kept to himself as he gripped the door handle to control himself. He hadn’t been this excited in forever and it showed.

By God, he was the cutest thing.

“Is that it?” Gabe asked from the back seat, pointing ahead.

“Yup! Lemme park this baby and then we’re good to go.” Oli confirmed as he tried to parallel park the car into the parking space. It took some maneuvering but the car was finally in the line (with some of Gabe's help), and Gabe helped Oli guide Akira, who was still blindfolded, into the cafe. Akira was steadily getting more excited by the minute but he still had to keep the blindfold on.

“This way, love,” Oli gently told him as he and Gabe guided Akira to the left and into a small room. Oli sat Akira down on the floor and Akira felt himself at a short table of sorts. Oli and Gabe took their seats at his sides.

“Can I please take it off nowwwww?” Akira pleaded, his excitement the only thing he was feeling at the moment.

“Yes, you can.”

Akira didn't hesitate a moment before ripping the blindfold off. His eyes widened as he stated around the room, his hands on his mouth unable to keep his little gasp of surprise from escaping him. His eyes also started to feel a little watery.

The room was a cute little room where there were the walls were painted in a pretty pastel blue and pink. The table that they were at had a cutesy-theme tablecloth and had illustrations of little bunnies on the edges. There were other little tables similar to theirs all around the room with other patrons in attendance. The one thing that stuck out to him were all of the bunny-themed items like decals and such. The room was adorable and Akira knew exactly where they were: they were in a bunny cafe.

Akira thought he was going to cry, and boy, did he. He couldn’t stop the tears that started to roll down his face and his throat felt tight.

“A-Akira? Are you okay?” Gabe asked, worried with Oli displaying similar concern.

They waited a moment for Akira to calm down enough to speak. They watched as he sniffled and ran his arm through his eyes to rid some of the tears.

“I’m okay, I’m alright! I’m just really happy, is all,” Akira tried to soothe them as he laughed quietly, wiping some more tears away.

Oli and Gabe both calmed down a little as Akira started to breathe a little easier, his cute, soft smile lighting up the room.

“It's just, I've never been to a bunny cafe. I never thought that I would ever be in one.”

Akira felt something soft trying to get into his lap and so he looked down in mild surprise to find an orange Netherland Dwarf bunny trying to crawl into his lap. The bunny was a tiny thing, only about a few weeks old at most. Akira gently picked up the bunny in his hands, much to the adoration of Oli and Gabe, who thought this was the most precious thing. Gabe took out his phone and managed to get some pictures of Akira cradling this bunny in his hands, which made the bunny look even tinier. Another bunny, a gray lop rabbit, hopped to his side by his thigh, appearing to want to hop into his lap as well. Oli was closer to the lop bunny so he reached down to pet it, being pleasantly surprised as he found the older rabbit to turn and hop into his lap, reaching up to Oli’s chest. Oli took the opportunity to give the rabbit some attention.

“Gabe, you wanna hold this little one?” Akira asked Gabe, who was greeted with pleading puppy eyes and outstretched hands. Oli watched happily as Akira carefully placed the baby bunny in Gabe’s cupped hands.

“Ahhhhhhh, look at him, he’s so tiny! He’s precious!” Gabe bubbled, unable to contain his adoration for the cute bunny. He was a precious boy holding a precious bunny and, to Oli and Akira, he looked so adorable that it was almost unfair.

A young woman, presumably a worker, asked if they wanted to buy some snacks so that they could feed the rabbits. They all happily agreed, so Oli volunteered to go pick them up after handing the lop rabbit to Akira. He followed the woman out of the room, leaving Akira and Gabe with now three bunnies as a chocolate lop-eared friend came to join the party as well.

“So how long have you and Oli planning this?” Akira asked as he picked up both the chocolate bunny and the gray and placed them in his lap.

“Oh, for a few days now! I found this place online and Oli suggested we take you here for your birthday.” Gabe explained as he continued to gingerly hold and pet the little Netherland Dwarf, “Oli knew that you had always wanted to visit one of these, though is it true that you’ve never been to a bunny cafe?”

“Y-Yeah. Never had a chance to.”

“Well, we’re here now, so we’re going to enjoy ourselves and make sure that you’re always covered in these precious babies.” Gabe smiled warmly at him.

Akira wanted to cry again; he had dreamed of visiting one of these and the fact that he was here with the loves of his life made his heart really happy and soft.

Oli came back with some little cups of food and some hay for rabbits, placing them in front of Akira and Gabe as he took his place on the floor. Akira took some hay and offered some to the rabbits in his lap, with the gray one gladly munching on the hay. It was cute to watch its little nose twitch as it ate.

“You having fun, Akira?” Oli asked as the gray lop rabbit continued to munch on the hay before Akira offered the little bunny some lettuce.

“Yes, I love this! I love this so much!”

“Well you’re about to love it even more,” Oli gave him a smile, “Gabe, can you get the presents?”

Gabe perked up at the mention of his name.

“Yup! Just a sec’!”

Gabe reached over to the other side of the small table to reach into the bags that he had brought in with them and fished out a small present wrapped in blue paper with a white bow. Oli carefully took the rabbit out of Akira’s lap so that Akira could unwrap the gifts without worrying about frightening or injuring a rabbit somehow. Gabe then handed the gift to Akira, whose piqued interest was enough for him to grab the package and start to unwrap the paper. Gabe and Oli both smiled at the squeal of delight to find that the box contained the cutest sweater ever made and it had a dark-blue bunny face on a light-blue sweater. Seemingly in love with the sweater, Akira didn’t waste a moment to put the sweater over his head and found the material to be very soft and cozy, with a thick thread and high folded collar. Akira hummed at the new gift and beamed brighter than a ray of sunshine.

“That one was from Ryo. He saw that the other day and knew it would fit you well.”

“There’s still one more and it’s from both of us!” Gabe chimed in as he brought out another box, much bigger this time and wrapped in red paper with a bright pink bow on the corner.

“We saw these and we absolutely had to.”

“Knowing you two, that could be anything,” Akira remarked as he quickly unwrapped his present and looked into the box to find two small plush bunnies, one orange and one white with black spots. Akira let out another quiet squeal as he squeezed the two plushies, his voice unable to produce any coherent vocabulary at the moment. It was just enough that Akira was probably going to cry again but not before he noticed Gabe and Oli sharing knowing looks at each other with little smug grins like they were planning something that Akira didn’t know about.

“What are you two smiling like that for?” Akira inquired, curious.

“Should we, darling?”

“We should, dear,” Oli replied before they both scooted over so that they were directly on Akira’s sides, looking up at him and still having those smug smiles.

“W-What’s going on?”

“Happy birthday Akira!” They both exclaimed as they both simultaneously kissed Akira’s cheeks, pleasantly surprising Akira before leaving quick, little pecks on his cheeks, making Akira giggle at the attention he was receiving. Eventually, it was enough to make him cry a little, but the tears were ones of joy.

“T-Thank you… thank you both so much for this…” Akira happily thanked them through the tears, wrapping his arms behind them to draw them close and provided each a kiss on their heads.

This was certainly a birthday Akira wasn’t going to forget anytime soon. Getting to go to a bunny cafe with the loves of his life while being surrounded by bunnies was like a dream come true and Akira basked in every little second of it.

[deitiesofduat]

I was wondering if u can do a bunch of random facts/headcannons for the main cast?

Oh man, I mean, I’m happy to try, but I’m not sure where to start for the entire cast of 10… well, now 11 gods. I know have some that are scattered around the blog’s tags, and also in places other than tumblr, but It’ll take me a bit to find them or think of new ones without revealing spoilers, hmm…

So here’s what I’ll try that’s similar to the 1 Like 1 Fact meme I did on twitter a while ago: for every note this post receives, I’ll add a DEITIES-related headcanon or fact about the main cast. The main cast includes Set, Horus, Anubis, Osiris, Isis, Nephthys, Bastet, Sekhmet, Thoth, Ra, and nowwwww Sobek – and maybe the Set Spawn and the big bad serpent too, if relevant. You can add a note by +liking this post, and if you’re interested in learning about a particular deity, you can mention their name in a comment (and it’s not necessary to reblog this, unless you want to!).

This should help give me a bit more focus and time to think of some decent non-spoiler headcanons/facts to share. I’ll come back to this post in a few hours and add any many as I can, depending on the amount of notes it receives, and I’ll bump and place them under the cut for easy access. So yeah, go for it /o/!!

[1] Been playing with a headcanon where Horus’s Eye can see an object’s or person’s weak spots – though only for like, a moment once it’s activated, cuz I’ve wanted to avoid him being OP (but then again… he’s a literal god… so >>)

Also a related-headcanon where he can see a person’s past injuries thru his Eye too, including the hidden ones that have long-ago healed and left no visible scar. I’d like to draw the ones he “sees” on others one day if I keep it…

[2] Set is the only one of his siblings that doesn’t have an avian sacred animal, and for a while I wanted to keep it that way and literally keep him “grounded” compared to his family (sans Anubis). But I found that he’s sometimes also associated with crows (and falcons??? interestingly enough), and even though I haven’t found solid evidence of this yet, I also like the idea of him being associated with bats even before I read about it in Kane Chronicles I swear– So those 2-3 animals are probably some alternate animal form that he has but just rarely takes.

[3] Actually while I’m at it– aside from the Sha Animal, here’s a list of 30-ish animals that I keep as Set’s canon forms in DEITIES verse (based on a combination of historical speculation, recorded myths, and personal headcanons), and would love to eventually draw him as one day:

Aardvark, African Wild Ass (and Donkey), Giant Anteater, Baboon, Bat, Boar/Pig, Bull, Camel, Crocodile, Crow/Raven, Dog (some sort of sighthound?), Fennec Fox, Fish (Eel?), Gazelle/Antelope, Giraffe, Goat, Goose, Hare/Rabbit, Hippopotamus, [Spotted] Hyena, Jackal, Jerboa, Okapi, Oryx, Panther, Rat, Scorpion, Shark, Snake (Viper), and Zebra/Quagga.

[4] RELATEDLY… I REALLY REALLY like the idea of Set somehow acquiring a Thylacine form even tho it’s in no realistic way in the current timeline because thylacines weren’t native to Africa let alone Egypt. BUT… I JUST… THEY REMIND ME OF SHA ANIMALS SO MUCH o)——–

[5] When I was considering the color schemes for the main cast, I once briefly envisioned a purple/violet scheme for Nephthys, but decided to scrap it because (1) I wanted her colors to contrast with her sister’s and match a bit more with her husband’s and son’s and (2) I found that purple was nigh impossible to find in AE wall art and admittedly worried “maybe it won’t look authentic if I use those colors;;;”

Even though I’m happy with her orange/black/red scheme now, I’ve recently found that purple is a common association / kemetic UPG (or doxa?) with her?? SO THAT WAS INTERESTING… I don’t think I’ll change her color scheme for DEITIES, but maybe I’ll draw her in an alternate purple outfit one day to see how it looks on her >>

[6] One of the reasons why I like Horus, Anubis, and Bastet as their own casual friend group in DEITIES verse is that, because they’re all relatively young gods, they all share the experience/pressure of being measured up against their older royal relatives – Horus being seen as both his father and mother’s legacy and feeling the pressure to restore his family’s throne; Anubis being know for his infamous father, and even having his paternity questioned (via rumors and “myths”); and Bastet being the youngest of Ra’s daughter, sometimes being compared to her sister’s roles and achievements.

They’re all really good at masking any pressure they feel, but they also probably confide in each other about it more than with others, cuz they’ve all “been there.”

[7] Relatedly, one of the earliest version of DEITIES Project, before it was known as “Deities Project,” had Horus, Anubis, and Bastet as the main trio. That’s been changed “for reasons” since then, and their characters were quite different back then, but it might be fun to explore a story that focused on the 3 of them someday.

[8] Okay ya’ll know the part during The Contendings where Horus and Set are racing in stone boats and Horus “wins” by painting his wooden boat to look like stone? I have ideas for how that entire race happens in DEITIES verse that would be fun to explore as a side story, but in order for me to give Horus a “legit” way to win without outright cheating, he covers his boat with stone casing/accents, and after he wins and is confronted about it… well…

HORUS: “The rules we agreed on were to sail a boat made with stone. They said nothing about it needing to be made entirely out of stone.”SET: “…”HORUS: “ :)c ”SET: “…” *Internally raging*

[9] I’ve headcanon’d that Nephthys has her own set of ~7 Shabti who act as her personal assistants while she’s conducting her nightly duties, or working around her home, but I haven’t decided much more past that (still debating on how she acquired them, and if she more-than-likely named them…).

The concept and number were loosely based on how many of the other goddesses had their own sets of 7 as extensions of their power and/or control (7 Ribbons of Hathor, 7 Arrows of Sekhmet, Isis’s 7 Scorpions), and I thought it’d be neat if the Goddess of Service had her own Shabti that exemplified that part of her domain.

[10] Thoth is an avid lover of puzzles, trivia, and strategy games, and he’s also exceptionally skilled at games of chance. He doesn’t gamble or make bets often because he understands the risks, but when he does he tries to be calculative about it… and also has a natural knack for luck going his way (EX: That one game of senet that he won to help assist Nut with having her children… which is another story for another day)

[11] Ummmmm Isis is the only one of the main cast who I haven’t drawn a ref of her sacred animal form yet… or at least, not digitally. Her animal is the kite, but I’ve been debating on a while for what species to base her design on. I like the idea of her kite form looking like the Black-winged Kite, although those species aren’t native to Egypt… but some are native to Africa… and they’re so fricken pretty and they fit her colors so well so I might cave on this ffffffffffff–

[12] While we’re on the subject of sacred animals (and to help me get somewhat closer to the note count lmao I’m trying guys–), Horus’s falcon form is based on both the Peregrine falcon and the Lanner falcon, with more simplified markings for my own sanity when I draw him in dozens of panels.

At one point, I considered making his falcon form leucistic to contrast more with Anubis and Set, buuuuuut I also liked the brown colors on the falcons’ normal coloration, so I kept it. (That and more leucistic birds of prey are hawks, so… maybe for Khonsu tho if I don’t change him to an owl, hmmmm…)

[13] Okay continuing thoughts on animal forms, Bastet is able to shift her cat form into nearly any coloration or breed she desires (aside from her eyes, which remain green), but for the purposes of DEITIES I draw her as a brown cat with light gradation markings. I knew of the Egyptian Mau but also realized the spots would take a lot of effort to redraw in the panels where she appears as a cat (much like the spots on falcons for Horus). I also personally really like solid-colored coats on cats, and in particular I liked the coloration of the Havana Brown, so it may be a little less authentic but it did factor into her colors as well.

[14] I'm still debating on Sekhmet's main hairstyle and want to play with it a bit more -- not the arrangement per se but whether to keep it as locks or to make them more obvious twists -- or perhaps a combination -- since I can see her with both style at certain points in time. Either way, at full length Sekhmet's hair is very long: if she were to loosen her tie and let it fall, her longest locks would reach past her hips.

[15] I initially gave Set yellow eyes because even though he's often depicted with red eyes, I didn't want to over saturate his design with just... well, red -- especially in his animal form where his entire body is covered in red fur (red eyes + red sclera would have been, a lot). I like how his yellow eyes provide some contrast, and I've since found some story-related reasons where his eyes might play some role in the plot… but anything further might be spoilery 8')c

[16] It took me a while to settle on Osiris's "resurrected" skin tone because there were a lot of sources that describe his skin as being green, or blue, or black in coloration. I even tried them out in an earlier color test that I shared on patreon, but I eventually went with black since the color has had various meanings in Ancient Egypt that include both life and death. (It also gave me some opportunity to give green skin to Ptah and blue skin to Hapi to help vary the designs for each of those gods).

[17] Relatedly, Osiris's mortal form is a naturally dark skin tone, but following this death he can no longer appear in that form. He is also unable to travel to the overworld / realm of the living, though I'm still debating on how restrictive this is (if it's limited to his physical body or if he can split his soul under special circumstances, or with assistance). Regardless, most of his correspondence with other deities have to be arranged within Duat for this reason.

[18] I haven't made any plans to designate a spouse or romantic partner for Ra. I understand that there were a number of goddesses that were associated with him in the myths and often said to be his wife, but for that reason it was hard to settle on choosing one -- or multiple, and I realized that for the purpose of the main story it might not be necessary. I also kinda like exploring the idea of this high king and powerful creator deity who's also a happily single father, and where it's not for tragic reasons like the separation from or death of his spouse (not to knock that trope at all tho sdjfdsf). I'm not opposed to him being shipped with anyone though, I just don't think I've been inclined to do it myself lmAO;;

[19] RELATEDLY, while Ra's daughters (Sekhmet, Mafdet, Hathor, Serqet, Bastet) don't have a biological mother, I like to think that they were raised in an environment with a lot of parental figures and mentors to go around, aside from just their father. I haven't quite settled on how it was organized though, but I know that the daughters regard Thoth as something of an uncle/secondary dad (tho their dynamic with Thoth is can vary a lot from the one the have with Ra), as well as their teacher and mentor. I can also see where other gods like Khnum, Khepri, and Bes, and goddesses like Neith, Seshat, Taweret, Ma'at, and Mut, might also have played some direct mentor role in the daughters' upbringing and sense of self.

[20] (squick + implied nsfw) I uh… have this minor gag headcanon where Horus, Isis, and Osiris just don't eat fish. They just… don't. And it's entirely based on that one part of the myths after Osiris's death, where a certain part of Osiris's desecrated body ended up in the river and was swallowed by a fish 8')c (should be noted that I'm not saying that event did happened in DEITIES canon, but I'm also not disputing it either >>).

Apparently that was considered a bad omen, and I still find conflicting information on whether consumption of fish was taboo for some or all in Ancient Egypt (I think "for some" makes better sense, cuz why would an entire society that resides near the Nile river pass up on a perfectly available food source?? But I digress, I might need to review this again so take my thoughts with a grain of salt--). I also admit that I've seen it mentioned that fish are not ideal food offerings for Isis and Osiris?? and I can imagine that maybe Horus adopts the distaste for them as well. Either way, I go with the DEITIES canon that while most people and deities happily consume fish, Horus and his parents will not, and they don't enjoy it as offerings either.

I’MMMMMM gonna end it here for now cuz my headcanons have run dry for the time being, thank you guys!!

[eeveedel]

Did you post the preview of the twins Styles & Louis fic? 😎

well I can do it right nowwwww.........

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“Well,” Louis said, “I have four here.”

He set down part of his hand, an even set of spades. Alex nodded, and then glanced at his hand.

“I have three,” he said, and then set down three cards in an uneven series of suits.

They’d been playing Rummy for an hour and a half, and at this point the only thing keeping Harry interested was the blatantly bad plays Alex kept dishing out.

“Alex,” Louis said, “You can’t play different suits, baby. That’s the point of the game.”

“Oh,” Alex laughed, “Right, of course.”

He picked up the cards and then shrugged.

“Guess I don’t have anything,” he said. “Harry, it’s your turn.”

Harry cut a glance to his brother’s hand, which he wasn’t bothering to hide, and saw that he had a six-series of hearts. He shook his head, but still looked at his own hand and set down all four cards, diamonds in a row. He leaned back, and then picked up his drink.

“I believe that’s all for me.”

“Alright,” Alex sighed, as he set down his hand “Harry, you win again. Darling, you’re second. And I guess I lose.”

“Mm. Alex let me win,” Louis said, “I would anyways, but it helps his ego when he knows he’s losing on purpose.”

Louis looked at Alex while he said it, but Harry almost liked it when he talked about Alex in the third person, addressing him but not quite. Like he was actually talking to Harry, one on one, a real conversation in which he was the focus of the omega’s attention.

“And I didn’t,” Harry said, making Louis turn and then smirk at him. He picked up his beer, taking a sip. Alex, to his credit, just laughed and then reached over, putting an arm around Louis and bringing him in to kiss his cheek.

“Another game, then?” he asked.

“Oh, not for me,” Louis sighed, “I’m tired, I’m going to take a bath.”

He stood up, swallowing the last bit of his beer, and then let it clink firmly on the table. He wandered around the table, his movements a bit wobbly from the alcohol, and smiled softly as he came over to Alex. He settled both hands on his shoulders, and leaned in, kissing him on the neck, under his jaw.

“Goodnight, alpha,” he sighed, his voice laced with a drunken giggle. He lifted his head, his cheeks still pink and his eyes still glimmering, that soft smile on his face as he looked over at Harry. His eyes still flashed and shifted for a moment in recognition, like he had briefly forgotten Harry was there.

“Goodnight, Harry,” he said.

“Goodnight, Louis,” Harry said, almost the same moment Alex said, “Goodnight, my darling.”

The combination of their voices made Louis laugh, and then lowered his head again, pressing his mouth briefly into Alex’s curls.

“Twins,” he mumbled softly, and then Alex lifted his hand, fondly squeezing Louis’s side.

“Do I need to help you with your bath again, love?”

“Once. You had to help me once,” Louis sighed, “I’m okay. I’m not drunk. Just happy.”

“Okay then,” Alex said, then squeezed him again, “Call if you need me.”

“I don’t,” Louis said, “But okay.”

He kissed Alex’s head again, and then wandered off into the next room. Alex watched him, still encased entirely in Louis’s world, and Harry picked up his beer and drank as he just looked at Alex looking towards the other room. His brother only looked away when he heard water running in the next room, and then the soft splashing of Louis climbing into the water.

Alex smiled at Harry when he looked back, like he hadn’t completely forgotten about him for a few moments as he had once more been caught up in Louis’s spell.

“Another game, then, for the two of us?” he asked, already picking up the cards and shuffling them again.

“Actually,” Harry said, his mouth a bit dry, “Can we go outside? I think I need a fag.”

“Sure,” Alex shrugged, dropping the cards again. He pushed against the table, the chair scraping the floor as he stood up, “Just let me get Louis a glass of water for when he gets out of the tub.”

Harry nodded, and then Alex go to the kitchen. He got up and went outside to the back balcony of the flat, taking out his own pack and his matches. He lit up, drawing in the smoke and waiting for Alex to come back. He would either be back in a few moments, or in fifteen minutes, his hair wet and his mouth grinning, a sign he gave in and joined Louis in the bath, forgetting about Harry again for another moment.

But soon enough the door opened again, and Alex came out to stand next to him, his own lit fag in his hand a moment later. He took a drag, coming over to the edge of the railing so he could lean one arm against it. Then he glanced over at Harry, his eyes narrowing.

“Something’s wrong with you,” Alex said. Harry gave him a glance and scoffed.

“Nothing’s wrong with me.”

“Yes, there is,” he said, “Could tell the minute you got here. You’re off.”

“Fine,” Harry agreed, lifting his own cigarette to his mouth. He looked out to the alleyway below, nothing but darkened windows and smoke-scarred brick, “But I’m telling you later.”

“Later,” Alex repeated drily, “Why not now?”

“Because we had a nice evening,” Harry said, “That’s why.”

Alex looked at him, and blinked once.

“You got recruited.”

Harry just looked at him, fighting the urge to curse. There were about two things Harry could tell Alex that would make him nervous. One was telling him that Harry found a mate. The other, at the moment, was him getting recruited. And the latter was far more likely, anyways, even if Harry had done a better job of relaxing his shoulders and trying to hide the tension in his body.

Still, he didn’t reply. He just lifted the fag to his mouth, breathed in and then exhaled.

“You did, didn’t you,” Alex pushed, moving closer, “Harry.”

“Christ, yes,” he sighed, spitting out the last of the smoke as he exhaled, examining the glowing cherry in the falling darkness, “I got my letter on Sunday. I ship out in three weeks.”

“And you decided to wait to tell me now?”

“You would’ve known something was wrong if I stopped by another night,” Harry said weakly, “I wanted to have one good night before I told you. Isn’t that a good enough reason for you?”

“No.”

Harry scoffed, looked away. He leaned both arms hard against the railing.

“You always do this,” he said, “You stress me out with your worrying. You’re lucky I told you at all and didn’t up and disappear on you, send you a card from Berlin in a month.”

“That’s not funny.”

“Then I guess it was a bad joke,” Harry sighed.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 5

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

This chapter was like pulling teeth, and took almost a month to write. Hopefully from here on out it’s smooth sailing.

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The Christmas celebration at Norman’s house was sweet, low key, and simple. It was just me and Mingus visiting him so in true Norman style, we did nothing except lay around in our pajamas all day and eat pizza. 

“I got you something,” Norman rasped while chewing on a slice of cheesy heaven before taking a sip of his wine to wash it down, “S’nothing amazing or anything, but...”

He stood up from his place on the couch and dug around the tree that had been erected until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a small wrapped box and tossed it at me unceremoniously before returning to the sofa.

“You really shouldn’t have...” I stuttered as I fingered the pretty bow attached to the wrapping paper. 

His smile widened and I could see his ears getting red from where they poked out his shaggy hair, “Just open it.” 

I tore the paper loose to reveal a pretty, dark wooded box with what appeared to be Celtic carvings on the side. I glanced up at Norman and he tipped his nose in encouragement before I lifted the lid, earning him a gasp from me when I saw what was inside. On the velvet ring holder was a heavy silver ring in the shape of a skull, the black stones in the eyes twinkling up at me as I gaped. With shaky fingers I extracted the ring from it’s container, taking in Celtic knot work welded into the side of the band. 

“This is so bad ass, babe, thank you!” I squealed as I slipped it on my middle finger, holding my hand out to admire it more. 

“That’s bad ass.” Mingus repeated as he came back into the living room, sitting on the floor across from his dad, fully loaded bong (his birthday present from his father, of course) in hand. 

“I’m glad you like it, a friend of mine makes them.” He replied, throwing an arm around me and reeling me into his side. “I seen it and instantly thought of you.” 

“You’re amazing, hun.” I beamed happily, leaning into him while still extending my hand out, heart-eyes still peering at the thing adoringly. Norman chuckled and bent in to kiss my cheek with a loud smack before flopping us back onto the couch. Mingus placed the bong on the coffee table after taking a deep toke from it and motioned for me to take it, earning him another squeal for me as I sat up out of Norman’s arms to take my hit. 

The thick cloud of smoke bellowed out of my chest as Norman hit the play button on the Playstation, starting Nightmare Before Christmas as Mingus had insisted. I past it to Norman and sunk back into my cozy spot, enjoying the feeling of being content. 

Norman tugged the blanket from behind the couch, covering us as Mingus laid back on the giant pillows in front of the coffee table. I squeezed my self against his side, nuzzling my nose into his collar as he snaked his hands and arms through my thighs that spiraled around them. He nudged his nose into my hair and breathed deeply, his exhaling breath raising goosebumps across my neck and arms. 

He chuckled at the reaction, his hands squeezing my thigh playfully as the rough pad of his thumb rubbed my skin back and forth. I side-eyed him suspiciously, and he simply smirked at me in reply and moved his fingers to the edge of the shorts I was wearing. He was about to push his fingertips past the seam when I smacked my hand down on top of his under the blanket, successfully startling him into a yelp and ceasing his ministrations. 

“Dad, stop being gross,” Mingus chastised without turning around, but we could definitely hear the roll of his eyes as the back of his head shook in our direction. 

“Meany.” Norman mumbled, puckering out his bottom lip in a pout, earning him a snort from me.

“Perv,” I grinned back, snuggling in closer to finish the rest of the movie.

The rest of the week ended quickly, and I was whisked away to meet the boys in Seattle for the New Years Supernatural Convention before I knew it. I’d be returning to New York to meet Norman for his birthday, but being apart from him still made my chest ache longingly. To add to that, Jeffrey was appearing all weekend and had a panel with Jensen, which was sure to go over fabulous. I’d just hunkered down in the greenroom with my laptop, working on more stuff for the winner’s trip for Gishwhes when the door burst open with the arrival of my three best friends.

“Biiiiiitch let’s go! Up! up! Nowwwww.” Gen urged, rushing ovre to me and grabbing my hand. I barely had time to push the laptop away from me before she was pulling me up to my feet.

“What are you-”

“We gotta get ready for karaoke!!” Danni bubbled, hoping from one foot to another giddily. I rolled my eyes at her as I wrapped her in my arms, her squeezing me as tight as she could.

“You’d think she’d never been to a convention or something,” Vicky replied from behind her as she adjusted her glasses on her nose, “Been squawking like a damn goose since we boarded the plane.”

“Fuck you, Vee, we haven’t seen everyone in forever, and it’s New Years Weekend!” Danni quirked back, annoyance in her tone as she and Genevieve dragged me out of the green room, Vicky following close behind.

We had rounded the first corner of the hallway towards the costume rooms when we smacked face first into someone with a very hard chest. An ‘oompf’ was heard as the breath escaped their lungs and I immediately cringed at the sound of their laugh.

“Woah, there, baby girl, where’s the fire?” Jeffrey grinned, pretty teeth sparkling down at me.

“Errr, sorry, Jeff, we were headed to get ready for tonight.” Danneel apologized, her own face contorting in embarrassment as she jerked me to the side behind her, out of Jeff’s way.

“Well ya’ll have fun now, girls.” Jeffrey chuckled, smile shining as his eyes never left my face, I looked away from him to turn to Gen as she laced her fingers through mine before Danneel apologized again and began to lead us again. I felt Jeffrey’s eyes still on the back of me until we rounded another corner. 

“Perfect timing for us to arrive, it appears,” Vicky hummed as we crowded into the elevator, and I rolled my eyes at her.

“This is gonna be a long weekend.”

"Stop making your fuckin’ eye twitch, bitch, I’m getting this shit all over you!” I griped, wiping Vicki’s eye off for the hundreth time. All I was trying to do was put Eyeliner on the poor woman. 

“Stop poking me!” could be heard from Kim Rhodes somewhere behind us as she was zipped into her costume. We were all stuffed into one hotel room trying to get ready. My jester outfit was laid out beside Ruth on the bed, where she was braiding Gen’s hair as Dani helped Kim. It was literally a disaster with all of us together.

“Ky! I think your phone is ringing.” Brianna shouted from her place in the bathroom, walking out with my bag that was chirping loudly in her hand. I pulled the squawking device out to see Norman's picture flashing across the screen, and of course everyone had to “awhhhh” behind me for good measure. 

“I hate ya’ll,” I blushed, rolling my eyes before bring the phone to my ear and greeted Norman.

“You havin’ a slumber party over there or sometrhing?” He rasped with a chuckle through the line, deepening my blush as I swatted Vicki who was licking between the two fingers she was holding up in my direction,

“You’d fuckin’ think so,” I replied back with a snort, flipping Vicki off as she took over the rest of her makeup. 

“Miss you,” He said lowly, as if he were trying to keep someone from hearing him. Probably Andy.

“Miss you too,” I answered back, earning us another set of goo-goo noises from the room full of girls.

“You guys getting ready for Karaoke?” 

“Trying to, it’s almost impossible with these bozos.” I replied back, dodging the hair brush thrown by Kim in the process. 

“You haven’t ran into Jeff, have you?”

“Ha! Funny you say that,”

“What?” 

“I literally ran into him. I rounded a corner in the hotel and boom! There he was.”

“What’d he say?”

“Nothing, really.”

“Let me know if he tries to start any shit, alright?”

“You’ll be the first to know, babe.” I promised, smiling at his defensive tone and protectiveness.

“I wish I could spend this weekend with you. I’m gonna be bored as shit ‘till I see you again.” He complained, whiny tone to his voice that made me smile.

“You’re gonna get sick of me soon, don’t worry.” I giggled.

“Pffft. Yeah, right.”

There was a knock at the door followed by the sound of Rich’s voice echoing down the hall, him and Rob there to escort us down tot he event. I got off the phone with Norman, promising him not to get too wasted and to call him before I went to bed. 

The actual event went fairly smooth, as it was easy for me to just not pay any attention to Jeffrey since he made it a point to stand on the complete opposite of the stage. The girls and I all stayed near each other, singing at the top of our lungs to a Journey song Jensen had picked for Danneel. The fans were super cool, and it was actually really fun, but I still had the gut feeling some crazy shit was going to go down. 

“Helloooooo there,” Norman sang, obviously drunk, as he answered the phone.

I scoffed at him sarcastically, feigning annoyance, “And you told me not to get wasted.”

“You did though, didn’ you?” He chuckled back.

“Of course I did.” I laughed, drunk giggles taking over as I sprawled across the sheets of the hotel bed. 

“So we’re even. What’re you doing?”

“Laying in bed.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm, oh yeah?” He rasped, dropping his voice an octave to the gritty rasp I loved. 

“Mhmm,” I hummed, my eyes closing as I dipped under the covers, “What are you doing?”

“Thinking about you,” 

“What about me?” I asked, my breath hitching as my thighs clenched together at the gritty tone.

“Everything, I miss everything about you.”

“You’re sweet.” I smiled, sighing gently at the feeling of missing him too. 

“You taste sweet, Whiskey,” He graveled out, a soft but unmistakable moan sneaking through his end of the line, bringing a smirk to my face and more wetness between my legs. 

“What’re you doing?” I repeated coyly, already knowing the answer.

“Like I said, thinking about you,” He replied, letting another soft noise escape him as he stroked himself. 

My hand drifted between my legs, my fingertips circling in the fluids above my hood and my own sound of pleasure made it’s way to his ear. 

“Hmmm, you thinking of me, baby?” He inquired, his breathing labored.

“Yeah,” I whimpered, pushing my fingers against my swelling clit harder and tightening the circles. 

“God damn, I miss you. Miss the feeling of you around me.” He panted, and I could hear the rustling of sheets and clothing from around him as he got more .

“Yeah, baby.” I breathed back as I slipped a finger into me. 

“You miss my dick?” He asked, another noise leaving him as his continued his ministrations.

“Mhm, I want you inside me.” 

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. You got your fingers in you?”

“Yeah, but I wish it was you.” I whined, pumping harder.

“I wish it was me too, sweetheart. Fuck, I wanna taste you.”

A purely wanton groan left my mouth as I envisioned the feeling of his tongue dancing over my flesh, the sight of my hands gripping his thick hair as he dived into me already making the muscles of my walls clench against my finger.

“God damn, Ky, shit,” He grunted, his own fantasies taking over his ability to speak as he worked himself over, “Wanna nut all over those pretty tits, girl.”

“Fuck yeah,” I keened, the drawl in his voice sending me over quickly as my body tensed as pleasure flooded through me. I saw white flashes behind my eyelids and could faintly hear the continued sounds flooding through the phone line over my own panting as my shaking subsided. Norman let out a long groan of satisfaction as he found his own completion, my name leaving his lips as he came. 

We both took a second to regain cognizant thoughts from our respective orgasms, a sigh and a hum coming from Norman as he adjusted himself in his bed and slurred lazily, “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you when you get home.” 

“I hope so,” I giggled in response, a sharp exhale escaping me as I settled in to my pillows as well. 

“You’re so amazing,” he cooed drunkenly, his adorable smile flashing before my eyes and bringing a grin of my own to my face.

“You’re amazing, Normie,” 

“Mmmm, not as amazing as you,” He mumbled, sleep obviously taking over him in his drunken sated state. 

“Let’s sleep, babe. Call me in the morning?” 

“Mmmmhmmm. Hey, Ky?”

“Yes, babe?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“You’re drunk, Norm.”

“No, ugh,” He grunted, clearing his throat a little, “That’s not how I meant it. I love you, Ky, I’m so happy to have you. Even if we weren’t this. I love you.”

I smiled cheesily, a blush creeping over my entire body as I responded, “I love you too, Normie.” 

“Night, Sweetheart, 

“Night, babe.”

I was woken up the next morning by a loud, authoritative knocking on my hotel room door. I crawled out of bed groggily, rubbing my eyes as I drug myself and the comforter to the door. I peeped out the hole to see two men in suits waiting outside, looking just as stern as their knock had been. My brow furrowed as I unlocked the dead bolt and cracked the door. 

“Miss Ackles?” The man on the left asked.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, my voice still raspy from singing and sleep and the hangover that was brewing, “Can I help you?”

“This is Detective Barker, and I’m Detective Stuart, we’re from the Federal Beauro of Investigation.” The man on the left replied, his hand moving inside his grey suit jacket to pull out and flash his badge, “Do you have a moment?”

“Uh, sure...” I answered, stepping out of the way as I opened the door more to let the two men into the room. The entered swiftly and I gestured for the couch against the wall, where they sat themselves down as I perched on the edge of the bed. 

“So, what’s this about?” I asked, nerves flooding me as I was already pretty sure I knew what it was about.

“You were previously engaged to Anthony Marcelli, correct, Miss Ackles?” Det. Stuart asked, his hands clasping in front of him as he rested his forearms on his thighs. His counterpart opened a notebook and scribbled something down before reverting his eyes to me. 

“Uh, yeah, we broke up a year and a half ago, though.” I answered. 

“Have you spoken to him recently?” Det. Barker asked.

“No. I blocked his number shortly after I left him.”

“And did you two part on good terms?”

“Not really, no.” I chuckled, my head tilting as I accessed the men, “He beat the shit out of me the last time I saw him.” 

“And that was in October?” Det. Stuart inquired as Barker made another note.

“What? I haven’t seen him in over a year,” I lied, applying a confused expression to my face with precision, “His mom called me recently, told me he was missing....Is that what this is about?”

“Yes, ‘mam. The last time anyone ever heard from him was when Mrs. Marcelli spoke to him before getting on a plane to Las Vegas, where he was going to be working on a music video that you were involved in.”

“The Slipknot one? I didn’t see him, but there was a lot of production people there.” I stood from my spot on the bed to step beside the dresser where the coffee pot was and start some, my descending headache making it hard to concentrate, “Ya’ll think I have something to do with it or something?”

“Honestly, Miss, we’re just checking every source we have. People just don’t dissapear with out a trace.” Barker responded, taking the small hotel cup of coffee I extended to him. 

‘They do if you know the right people,’ I thought to myself as I refilled the mini brewer.

“Anthony has a lot of enemies, he’s an asshole. He messed around with the wrong people a couple times.” 

“What kind of people?” Stuart asked as he accepted his cup from me. 

I sat back down on my bed and looked to my own coffee in my hands for a second before gazing back up to them, “The kind of people that make people go missing.”

The two detectives looked at each other and knowingly nodded their heads in silent agreement on something. They both stood up in unison and made their ways to the door, “That’s all we need for now, Miss Ackles, but we may be in touch, okay?”

“Call me whenever,” I replied with a nod of my own as they exited the room. I instantly collapsed against the door with my hand on my chest, trying to talk myself out of a panic attack. Shit was about to get messier than I’d planned.

“What are your New Years Resolutions, and how do you plan on making the New Year better than the last?” The fan asked nervously, almost melting at the smile she earned from Jeff and Jensen.  

Jeff snorted and doubled over as he clasped a hand onto Jensen’s shoulder, the younger man chuckling himself as he raised the mic to his lips, “That’s a great question.”

“It really is,” Jeff laughed, swiping his mouth with his fingertips, “Well, mine, if I may go first,” he looked to Jensen who nodded, “Is to stay out of jail.”

The crowd and Jensen all let out barking laughs at him making fun of our little stint in Dallas County Jail. 

“Prolly a good idea,” My brother chuckled, shaking his head, “I might not be there next time to bail you out.”

The fans all burst out with questions and asking them to tell the story, Jeffrey shaking his head and Jensen rolling his eyes and continuing to shake his head back and forth.

“‘Nother story for another time, that one.” Jensen rasped as he looked towards Jeff who nodded his head as he raised the mic again, “Yeah, we’ll let Norman tell that tale.”

“Right, Um, my new years resolution is to lose ten pounds,” Jensen shrugged, earning him a giggle from the fans as he pointed to the next person to ask a question. I pretty much zoned out the rest of the time with work until I heard Jeffrey’s voice giggle up an octave.

“Well congratulations! Happy Anniversary. Funny thing, it woulda been mine and Ky’s anniversary on Monday, too.” 

My eyes instantly darted to the stage, the amber filled glass in both their hands that I hadn’t noticed before being the source of his need to verify to everyone that our relationship was indeed kaput. 

Jensen, never missing a beat, quickly laughed and replied, “I’m glad it’s not.”

The crowd let out a series of nervous “ooooh’s” and I took it as my cue to leave. I snuck backstage to where the girls were and they all gave me the same sympathetic look. I exhaled with enough force to flap my lips as I made my way to the greenroom. 

I plopped down on one of the couches and extracted my phone from my purse, instantly pulling up Norman’s number and waiting for him to answer.

It took him three rings before a raspy, “Hello,” was heard from his end.

“It’s noon, dude. You’re still asleep?”

“I think you underestimate how much I drank last night, sweetheart,” He groaned, “How’re you even alive?”

“I had a rather scary wake up call this morning,” I answered, propping my feet up on the couch and making myself comfortable.

“What happened?”

“FBI came to ask about Anthony?”

“What?!”

“I’m not really concerned, it was just nerve-wracking.” I griped, pinching the bridge of my nose before I continued, “Then Jeff said some shit during him and Jay’s panel.”

“Dear God.” Norman groaned, the rustling fromt eh sheets from him rolling over could be heard in the background, “What’d he say?”

“Mentioned the whole jail thing plus our anniversary, he was drunk.”

“Joyyy.” Norman mused.

“I walked out, and here I am.” I chuckled , gesturing to myself to nobody.

“4 more days and I can see you.” He said, a grin easy to be heard through

“It can’t come soon enough,” I whined with a grunt, flapping my lips again to blow a piece of hair that had fallen in my face, “At least I’ll have a break before having to do all this other shit.”

“Yeah, you’ll actually have some time for me,” He teased.

“Fuck you,”

“Oh I will, babydoll, don’ worry,”He drawled lazily, throwing in the thick Georgian accent for dramatic affect.

“Can’t stand your ass.”

“I love yours.” He replied cheesily.

I rolled my eyes at his jokes for a few minutes more before hanging up with him when I heard the sound of Rob’s voice closing down the panel. I exited the room to go find Misha before I had the unfortuneate chance of running into Jeff again. 

“That seemed to go over well today,” Misha deadpanned, taking a bite of the banana he’d stolen from the hotel’s continental breakfast that morning. We were sitting in his hotel room after dinner, both of us too exhausted to want to partake in the concert. 

“It’s ridiculous, dude. Like, why does he have to be a dick in public?”

“Because he’s pissed, obviously.” He stated, stuffing the rest of the fruit in his mouth.

“Obviously,” I sighed in frustration, shaking my head in annoyance. Jeffrey had acted an ass per usual at dinner, as well. Showed up only after he had heard that Misha and I were going after all and didn’t shy away from the annoying comments, that drunken smug smirk on his face the entire time. 

“How’re things with you and Reedus, anyways?” Misha inquired, leaning back to stuff his head in my lap as he flicked on the TV.

 I ran my fingertips through his hair and sighed, shrugging one shoulder, “They’re fine...perfect even. IT’s just Jeff that’s driving me up the wall. I have a feeling its just going to get worse and worse.”

“He’s trying to get to you both, see which one breaks first.”

“I’m not goign to let anything get to me, It’s norman I’m worried about.”

MIsha turned his head away from the TV to look up at me, a saddened look in his eye that let me know he understood, “That’s just a conversation that you’re gonna have to have with him, babe.”

[lalune-22]

Q&A bf&gf tag Youtuber!Tom

Requested: Nope

Warnings: some cursing, because it’s me

Word count: 921

Summary: title is pretty self explanatory

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“Hello beautiful people of the YouTube realm!”

“Darling, please don't make that our intro.” Tom says silently laughing to himself.

“Why? Tom am I, your beautiful goof of a girlfriend….. embarrassing you?” You question him creeping closer and closer to his face.

“Stop being weird you wanker. You're still scaring away the sixty-thousand subscribers we got.” Your faces light up as you're reminded why you're making this video in the first place.

“Ooooh that reminds me! I tweeted out that if we hit one thousand subscribers, we will start off our channel it's a q&a. AND WE'VE ALREADY HIT SIXTY THOUSAND GUYS THAT IS AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH AND WE SWEAR YOU WILL NOT REGRET SUBSCRIBING TO US!” You end your moment of excitement with blowing kisses to the screen.

“Are you finished, dear?” Tom asks you with a blank expression.

“Tom’s first question!”

*clears throat*

“Where was the first place we met?”

“Oh! I know! It was on set for civil war,” Tom says proud of himself.

“Wrong! Actually, it was at your live audition for our Chemistry test.” You reply quite proud of yourself.

“Next question Tom, what am I good at?” He looks like he's contemplating for a second then he gives you his ‘wtf’ look again.

“Acting of course! I mean that's one ur jobs.”

“Ohhh, you are right. I mean that's not what I had down, but it works.”

“Well, what did you have down?”

“Singing, Cooking, and baking.”

“Oh my god guys, y/n is the goddess of the culinary arts I swear on my grave. She makes the best after sex breakfast ever.” Tom gushes over you, not realizing what he just said. You feel your cheeks turn into rosey flames hearing him.

“Thomas Stanley Holland! You cannot say those things on camera!” You yell at him. He soon realizes what he said and his cheek color starts to twin yours.

“. . .At least it wasn't live?”

“Whatever, I’ll edit that out later. Moving on to your next question, what's my favorite song right now?”

“Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn featuring Sia. C’mon y/n/n, do you think I'm stupid? You told me that song was your religion and made me sing it with you just 3 hours ago.”

“Tmi my beautiful boy, but, correct! Next question, how do I like to cuddle?”

“With you being the little spoon or you laying on top of my chest.”

“Half correct? I like being both the little and big spoon, you just won't say it to the camera because your fans already call you soft!” You call him out on his miniature attempt to look more masculine. He looks at you with squinted eyes. He quickly grabs you buy your stomach and pulls you down under him so that he's straddling your bottom.

“Tommmmmmm! Get off!”

“Not until you say sorry,”

“Awwww, did I hurt your feelings lil bubby?” You taunt him. He just responds by pushing you further into the couch.

“And now, you have to say I'm the best bubby boyfriend in the ENTIRE WORLD” he shouts the last two words.

“You do realize I'm cutting all this out later right?”

-

“We’re now moving on!”

“Woohoo!”

“Now look who’s the weird one. Okay fourth question, what do I not like about you?”

“When I curse in inappropriate situations.”

“Oh yeah, I don't like that either, but there's something else.”

“Hmmmmm. . . Oh. . When I don’t tell you things?”

“YES! YES I HATE THAT SO MUCH! It’s so frustrating like guys, he keeps to himself all the time and expects me not get worried when he comes through the door with bandages all around his nose! Or- or him beings grumpy the entire day and I've no idea what's wrong.” You exclaim throwing your hands

“I just don't like worrying you! But then later I find out you freak out more if I don't tell you . . . Anywho keep on going with the questions,” he huffs crossing his arms and throwing himself back on our bed we sat on.

“Alright doofus, it's your turn nowwwww,” you drag out your w’s for emphasis.

-

“Alright y/n, what was the first thing I ever got you as a gift?”

“A Spider-man ring you saw in a claw machine at the movie theaters on our first date.”

“You see, there’s really no point in playing anymore since we already know you’re going to win.” Tom teases you. You just stick your tongue out in retaliation making him giggle at your scrunched up red cheeks.

“Just continue loser.”

“When did I first break my nose?”

“. . . Well. . How many times have you broken it?”

“Only two that I remember of, but we were together during those so you should know!”

“During filming for The Lost City of Z right? I remember you whining a lot back then.”

“I do not whine love, I complain. Next question, who am I?”

“Spider-man?” You give Tom an uneasy look.