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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 7 months ago

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Cuddle Bugs | The Swarm

Very recently, I got to thinking about Cuddle Bugs, the fic you have where Virgil is raising his gaggle of kids and how much I *adored it*. Is Virgil a single parent in that fic? Has he ever had any potential romantic partner(s)? And how did the kids take it, were they suspicious of this sudden guy sending their dad flowers, wooing him, etc? It is hilarious to imagine a kinda "several moments where the kids disapprove of a man courting their dad, and the one time they don't" sort of fic. And the guy that they eventually gave their blessing to to date their dad is Remy or smth. :D – anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1 (not fully necessary but does establish the world)

Warnings: none!!!

Pairings: virgil/remy

Word Count: 2865

Virgil starts to see someone. His children have...opinions.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Virgil says as he opens the door, “but I’ve got one of my kids still here, his club got canceled and the babysitter has her exams this week.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all.” Remy puts his sunglasses on top of his head. “Given that you’ve got five of the little munchkins, I figured I’d normally get you with one of them.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like we—“

“Dad? Is that you?”

“Yeah, Pop Star, it’s me!” Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Remy mouthing Pop Star? He just shakes his head and turns to see Patton barrel down the stairs, his cat plushie held tightly under his chin. “Hey, there he is.”

Patton screeches to a halt when he sees Remy,. Remy waves a little bit and Patton pouts. Honest to god pouts.

“Who’s that?”

“I’m Remy. I’m a friend of your dad’s. Is it cool if I hang out for a bit?”

“Are you waiting for something?”

“Pat,” Virgil says softly and Patton glances at him, “he’s my friend. Friends can stay over for a bit, can’t they?”

Patton shuffles a little bit. “But you normally go to your friends and then Amy comes and stays with us.”

“That’s right, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have my friends over too, does it?”

Patton shrugs. “Is he staying for dinner? We have enough for garlic bread since Ro and Re aren’t home.”

“I like garlic bread.”

“You like any carb,” Virgil mutters, mainly for Remy to hear, and he just grins. “Well, does that mean you’re gone help me, Pop Star?”

“I can help. Can I put Winston on the counter?”

“Who’s Winston?”

Patton indignantly holds up the plushie, who Virgil could swear was named Star yesterday. “This is Winston!”

“Right, sorry. Yes, Winston can stay on the counter as long as he stays away from any of the food.”

“He doesn’t like garlic, it makes his breath smell really bad.”

”Garlic makes everybody’s breath smell bad, buddy.”

Patton wrinkles his nose as they move into the kitchen. “You should tell Janus that, he says it doesn’t work on him.”

”Oh, it works alright,” Virgil says under his breath and Remy laughs. As Patton bustles ahead to set Winston down on the safest part of the counter, he turns. “Thank you for doing this. I know it wasn’t what we planned—“

“Virgil. Sweetheart. I’d be an idiot to turn down fresh homemade garlic bread.” Remy pats his shoulder. “Besides, I think your little Pop Star has it covered.”

“You’re so gonna ask me about that later, aren’t you?”

“As soon as he’s out of the room.”

Virgil groans.

***

“Logan? Where’d you go, bud?”

“I’m over here, Dad, I found the book i wanted.”

Virgil ducks around the end of the library shelf and sure enough, there’s his little genius sitting on the floor, cross-cross applesauce just as polite as can be, looking intently at t a book with pretty rocks on the front cover. He drops to one knee to ruffle his hair—and hear him squawk.

“What’s this one about?”

“Gemstone and minerals. The teacher said something in science class about how scientists can find out things based on the layers of rock and what would’ve been there when the dinosaurs were here and so I wanted to know more about how different types of rocks are made and do you know what iridium is?”

“Iridium? No, what is it?”

“It’s a type of really rare metal that’s actually more common in rocks from space so scientists can guess when and where they landed based on the amount of iridium.” Logan points to a picture of an asteroid. “See?”

“Whoa. That’s cool. How do they find out what’s iridium and what’s not?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“That’s my boy.” Virgo ruffles his hair one more time—Logan doesn’t even notice, already absorbed in the book—and looks around for the front desk. “Do you want to check this one out and read it at home?”

“I don’t know if this one will have it.”

“Did you check the index like Ms. Tori taught you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if it’ll be under iridium or something else, so I’m looking.”

“Virgil?”

Virgil turns. “Remy? What’re you doing here?”

Remy walks over to them, eyeing Logan. “That’s…a different one than the one I met last time, right?”

“Yeah, this is a different one. Logan, can you say hi to my friend?”

”Hello.” Logan looks up. “You work at the museum?”

Remy glances at his name tag. “Yeah, I do. You got sharp eyes, kid.”

“Do you know what iridium is?”

“Tell you what,” Virgil says quickly, “let’s go check that book out and you and Remy can talk about iridium while we do that, okay?”

Remy, as it turns out, does know about iridium. Even better, he knows the part of museum where they explain how scientists do research with it. Virgil has a hard time prying Logan away from him when the book is all checked out, but he does get the plan for their next date all squared away.

“Just bring your little genius with you, otherwise we’ll both never hear the end of it.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

***

“Thank you for tonight,” Virgil says softly as they pull up to his house, “I really enjoyed it.”

”Hey, of course. There’s nothing wrong with a good old fashioned dinner and movie date.” Remy leans over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘I’m glad you had fun.”

“Yeah, it was…really great.” Virgil glances up at the house. “You, uh, wanna come in for a drink before you drive home?”

“I’ll steal your bathroom, how’s that?”

“Mind the load-bearing wall, it tends to get stuck on the studs.”

Remy laughs as they get out, their breaths condensing in the cool night air. Virgil fishes in his pocket for the keys, the lazy contentment of a well-spent evening making his movements slow and a little clumsy. He eventually gets the door open just as Remy’s hands come to settle on his shoulders.

“You got it?”

“Mm.” He pushes the door open. “Still sure I can’t convince you to have one drink?”

”I’m driving.”

“Who said anything about alcohol?”

Remy’s eyes light up. “Why, Virgil, is this you telling me you’ll make me a nice fancy cup of coffee in your fancy coffee machine?”

“Oh, no, you said you only needed to use the bathroom, so—“

Remy pulls him back when he goes to turns way and kisses him properly. “Don’t do that to me, you menace, am I getting my coffee or not?”

“Go use the bathroom,” Virgil laughs, “then we’ll see.”

Remy gives him a look but turns to go off down the hall. Virgil chuckles, shaking his head. After he shrugs off his coat and shoes, keys in the key bowl, he goes to the kitchen and starts turning on his fancy coffee machine. What can he say, he’s a sucker for someone who appreciates the hard work it takes to make a good cup.

He’s considering what mug Remy would loathe the most when he hears a shout from down the hall.

“Remy? Is everything okay?”

He’s already moving. Dad instincts. He rounds the corner to see Remy frozen against the wall and a little bit further into the darkness, he sees gleaming eyes and a grinning mouth. He sighs.

“Remus, you’re supposed to be in bed.”

Remus giggles. Remy lets out a quiet noise as his little gremlin scuttles—yes, scuttles— forward and grins up at Remy. Remy gives him a little wave and he giggles again, leaving something on his foot before skittering up the stairs. Virgil sighs, leaning down to pick up—oh. It’s Remus’s green toy car.

“That,” Remy whispers as they hear a door creak open and shut, “was terrifying.”

“Yeah, sorry. I would’ve warned you about him.”

“You didn’t even flinch!”

“Yeah, well, after you wake up to him staring at you three inches from your face without saying a word a few times, you get used to it.”

Remy looks more than mildly horrified. Virgil holds up the toy.

“But hey, he gave you his green car, that means he likes you.”

”You literally have a gremlin.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can you feed him after midnight?”

“I can’t feed him after nine.”

Remus shudders. “Now you’re definitely making me a cup of coffee before I leave.”

***

He’s on the phone with Remy when there’s a little knock on his door. He pulls the phone away from his mouth and calls out and his little prince peeks his head around the door, his nose all red and his eyes all wet.

“Oh, hey,” he murmurs, sitting up and holding out his arms, “hey, Princey, what’s the matter?”

Little Roman lets out a sob and hurries across the room to fling himself into Virgil’s lap. Virgil hugs him immediately, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong? Can you tell me what’s going on?” Roman just sobs again. His little hiccuping breaths keep seizing against Virgil’s chest and he closes his eyes. “Shh, shh, baby, you’re okay. You’re safe, I’ve got you, I’m right here.”

“Is everything okay?” Remy asks quietly and Virgil jumps. He’d…forgotten he was on the phone.

“Roman’s crying,” he mutters back, “don’t know why.”

“Do you want to hang up?”

Virgil’s about to say yes when he notices that Roman’s not sobbing as much anymore. Instead, his little pouty face is peering up at the phone.

“Hey, Princey, it’s Remy. Can you hear him?” Roman nods. “You wanna say hi?”

He nods again and Virgil sets the phone on the other pillow tapping the speaker icon and hoisting his baby up onto his lap.

“You’re on speaker, Remy. Roman wants to say hi.”

“Hey, Roman,” comes Remy’s voice through the phone, “I hear you’re having a bad time right now, I’m sorry.”

Roman sniffles and clings his to Virgil a little more.

“I was just about to tell your dad about this story my zookeeper friend was telling me about their pandas. Do you wanna hear it?”

Roman nods and Virgil kisses his head. “Yeah, Remy, we’d like to hear about the pandas.”

Remy begins to tell a story about a panda getting confused by a little kid in a big white snow coat with a black hat. Apparently it thought the child was a pup that had gotten outside the enclosure, so it followed them around and around the pen, pawing at the window to try and figure out how to get the baby back. The poor thing had been so confused when the child took the coat off and had run to the other side of the enclosure.

Virgil goes to laugh again only to realize there's a snoozing Roman on his chest and laughing would definitely wake the poor thing up.

"He okay?" Remy asks when Virgil's side of the phone goes quiet.

"Yeah. He's just asleep now." He shifts to get a better angle so Roman won't wake up with a crick in his neck. "Sorry about that."

"Hey, nightmares get everybody. It's not the first time I've put someone to sleep with a story."

Virgil huffs a laugh. "Yeah?"

"Oh, my college friends used to call me Sleep 'cause I could knock 'em all out."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

Remy makes a quiet offended noise that quickly turns into a laugh. "You two gonna bed down now?"

"That's probably for the best. Talk tomorrow?"

"See you then."

***

Janus comes into the living room, sits down on the end of the couch, and puts his elbows on his knees like he's the kid genius in a supervillain movie, staring at Remy. Virgil's just about to scold him for being impolite when Remy, without missing a beat, puts his phone down and gets into the same position: criss-cross applesauce, elbows on knees, fingers steepled in front of his chin.

Virgil makes the very smart and reasonable decision to just see how this plays out.

"You're over here a lot," Janus says first.

"This is true."

"Why?"

"I like your dad. I want to spend time with him."

Virgil coughs to hide how red his face goes at that. Janus doesn't even notice.

"Why here?"

"Because your dad cares about you and your brothers a lot, and it makes him feel better to have you close in case anything goes wrong."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not at all."

Now, here's the thing: both Janus and Virgil are surprised by that. Technically, Janus has the smaller of their two reactions because he's in whatever interrogation mode this is—shit, his kid is giving the guy he's dating a shovel talk, isn't he, that's what's happening right now—but Virgil…Virgil just stares at him.

"Virgil is someone I care about, doesn't it make sense that I would care about the people he cares about?"

"Not necessarily."

Remy frowns. "Why not?"

"That hasn't been true of everyone that Dad's seen before."

"Okay," Virgil mutters, shifting on the couch, "we don't have to bring any of that up."

"Well, then those people should hope we're never in a room together, or else I might have to have a very nice, long, detailed chat with them about how wrong they are."

"Can I help?"

"Certainly."

"Guys," Virgil says, because this is very quickly spiraling into something it should absolutely not be—even if part of him is struggling not to find the whole thing very endearing, "I think that's enough."

"What's your favorite food?"

"I'm a big fan of spaghetti and meatballs."

"What about garlic bread?"

"I'll never say no to garlic bread."

"Are you staying for dinner?"

Remy just looks at Virgil, who shrugs. He looks back at Janus. "Is that alright with you?"

"Will you help us make garlic bread?"

"Absolutely, I will."

"Then come on, I'm hungry and the twins will start screaming in half an hour if they aren't fed."

"Oh, you're all gremlins, aren't you?"

Virgil doesn't quite know how that leads into Janus and Remy having a very heated debate about monsters and…something else, but he doesn't have to make dinner that night, so he's counting it as a win.

***

+1.

Virgil comes out of the bathroom and stifles a snort.

"I'm scared to move," Remy whispers, Patton's head nearly sliding off his shoulder, "help."

Movie nights had always been sacred in the household. They were for family only, they were a time where all of them put aside their differences and just spent the night cuddled up on the couch—sometimes going to sleep in Virgil's bed in a big pile too—and no one was willing to rupture the sanctity with things like arguments or fights.

Which is why, when all of the little munchkins clamored for Remy to come to a movie night, Virgil had a sneaking suspicion in might end this way.

All the kids had agreed on the movie beforehand—another rarity—settling on the new Puss in Boots movie that'd come out pretty recently. Remy had been sat on the outside of the couch at first, only for the kids to make, cajole, plead, and order him to come closer almost as soon as the movie started. Virgil had just chuckled and passed Patton over to sit on his lap, the others grabbing onto his arms, his hands, even his legs. He'd gone to the bathroom once they'd gotten to the forest and…

Well, he's come out to see his little ones absolutely sprawled over Remy.

Patton's still in his lap, his head on one shoulder. Somehow Janus has gotten there too, his arms wrapped around Remy's chest like a plushie. Roman is on his right, hand tangled in his hair, Logan on his left with a grip on his hand. Remus lays across his feet, snoozing away. God, Virgil loves them.

"Was this your ploy," Remy whispers as Virgil walks back over, the movie still playing quietly in the background, "to get me here and trap me with your adorable children?"

"No, but I can't say I'm too upset that it's happened."

"They're the cutest snare in the world."

"Mhm. And there's no escape from them."

Remy laughs as Virgil leans down to kiss him. "I'm not all that mad about it, now that I think about it."

Virgil smiles. "No. I'm not either."

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naminethewriter · 4 months ago

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What did you think this trip was for?

It's already the last day of Loceit Week! So sad for it to be over already, but I had lots of fun and I hope you did, too! @loceitweek

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2024 Masterpost | Ao3

Prompt: It was probably what everyone should have expected to happen, but they all still acted surprised.

Summary: Janus and Logan invited all their friends out on a trip with them. There must be an ulterior motive, right?

Content Warnings: None

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“Alright everybody, shut up and listen!” Remus called as he burst into the room. Gathered there were Roman, Patton, Virgil, Remy and Emile who looked at him with varying degrees of worry.

“What did you do now?” Virgil groaned, leaning back into the cushions of the couch. “We’re on vacation, can’t you just chill for a day?”

“Nope, not possible. And it’s your hosts who are requesting your presence in the garden.”

“Oh, do we finally figure out why the hell they paid for all of us to accompany them out to the middle of nowhere?” Remy quipped but got to his feet, as did everybody else.

“Maybe, maybe not~!” Remus singsonged before leaving the way he came.

“Alright, any last-minute bets?” Roman asked around, pulling out a small notebook. “Patton?”

“I’m sticking with it, kiddo!”

“Sure. Emile?”

“Same!”

“We’d have said something if we changed our minds, princey. Get moving,” Virgil complained, shoving him forward.

“Alright then we have Remy and Virgil on them moving away and Patton, Emile and me on wedding announcement.”

“Yeah, and the suspension is killing me babes, so let’s go out,” Remy called, already halfway through the door.

Out in the garden they found enough chairs for each of them in a half circle and in the middle stood Remus, grinning at them.

“There you are! Took your sweet time too! Sit down before the grooms manage to arrive before you.”

“Wait, grooms?!” Patton squealed. “They’re getting married right now?”

“Yeah.”

“You can’t be serious,” Remy balked.

“What did you think this trip was for, boo?” Remus laughed. It was probably what everyone should have expected to happen, in his opinion, but they all still acted surprised. They were all staring at him with wide eyes.

Wait.

“Did you really not think this might happen?”

“No!” Roman shouted. “Why would we? Logan and Janus aren’t really the type to—” He cut himself off, thinking for a moment. “Well, Janus would but I didn’t think Logan would go along with it! I thought this is like a bachelor party or something and they were going to tell us when the wedding is going to be, not that this is the wedding! I’m not dressed for this!”

“Oh, Logie was quite happy doing it like this, you know how he is about big parties. This intimate thing with just his closest friends is his Crofters jam.” Despite his shock, Patton couldn’t help but laugh at the horrible pun. “And Jay was so hoping you’d freak out over the lack of proper wardrobe, so mission accomplished! Now sit down!”

“I demand you let me change!” Roman cried but Virgil just grabbed his arm and dragged him to the chairs.

“Let it go, Ro. If this is what the grooms want, then just go along with it.”

Roman grumbled but let himself be seated, Virgil plopping into the seat next to him. On his other side Remy took his place, then Patton and lastly Emile was about to sit down but he stopped in the last moment, blinking confused.

“What about you, Remus?”

“What about me, Cartoon Crazy?”

“Where are you going to sit? There are no more chairs?”

“I don’t need to sit! I’m officiating!”

“Oh heaven, this is a disaster,” Roman groaned.

“Those aren’t nice things to say at someone’s wedding, Roman,” a voice said behind them, and they all turned around to see Logan and Janus had arrived. Both were wearing neatly pressed suits, Janus’ black and gold and Logan’s dark blue and silver.

“Damn!” Remy whistled. “You both are looking fine!”

“Thank you, Remy,” Logan smiled.

“See, one person knows how to behave,” Janus smirked at Roman who pouted.

“You don’t even tell us we’re going to be attending your wedding and you made Remus your officiant? How can you expect me not to comment?”

“By expecting that you can control your tongue for once, Roman. But it seems that was too much to ask.”

“Dear, can you please wait to further antagonize our guest until after the ceremony?” Logan asked, squeezing Janus’ arm that was interlocked with his. “I would like to marry you in the next few minutes.”

“I would complain if that wasn’t so romantic,” Roman huffed and his brother cackled.

“Come up here then, love birds! The sooner we’re done, the sooner you can get to smooching.” Remus wiggled his eyebrows at them and Janus sighed.

“I really shouldn’t have given into his demands.”

“I’m sure it will be fine, love. At least he will be quick about it,” Logan reassured him as they moved around the chairs to join Remus in the middle of their little ceremony.

“True. And I can’t wait to be able to say yes.”

“Me neither.”

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tetsuooooooooooo · 1 year ago

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thank you jon

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t4tails · 1 year ago

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this kids last name is foley everybody say thank you science for making it possible for virgil hawkins and richie foley to have a child in the future 🫡

#og post #batposting #this post sucks. but also why did they reuse that last name lol

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spicycreativity · 2 years ago

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Analogical- 13, 69 & 217

69 (nice): group project AU

Virgil was five minutes late and not sorry about it, padding through the library with a Red Bull soda sweating in his palm and his backpack hanging off one shoulder. He replayed the message over and over in his head as he passed tables full of students and high shelves laden with impossibly boring tomes.

Study room 4. 1:00 pm. Saturday.

Only one person occupied study room 4. Some guy who was always speaking up in lecture. Glasses, nice hair, scary smart. What was his name?

Virgil pushed the door open. "Come here often?" he said awkwardly, trying ans failing to be funny. Fuck.

The other guy— Larry or Landon or… Logan! Logan regarded him with a blank look. Not even a pity laugh. Tough crowd. "Yes."

Virgil sat down. Maybe his mechanical pencil was strong enough to penetrate his skull if he really jammed it in there. A lobotomy could only improve his social skills. "So where is everybody?" Three other people had been assigned to their little group in Philosophy of Religion, doomed to produce a slideshow on the Buddhist Eightfold Path.

"I don't know," Logan said. "I was hoping you might have heard something."

Virgil shook his head. "I'm Virgil, by the way." It was unlikely that someone as competent as Logan would have forgotten, but you never knew.

"I'm aware," Logan said, scanning him with an inscrutable gaze. "You sit in the back. You take the worst notes I've ever seen."

"Hey!"

To Virgil's surprise, Logan turned his face away in apparent shame. "I could help you, if you'd like— give you some pointers, I mean. If you want to take nicer notes."

What a roller coaster this conversation was becoming. Virgil hefted his textbook and let it flop onto the table. He really didn't care one way or the other what his stupid notes looked like, but Logan was cute and only annoying sometimes, which was more than Virgil could say for the other cute guys on campus. "That could be fun. Maybe you could come back to my dorm sometime." God, where was his pencil? Lobotomy time. Now.

"That…" Logan fidgeted with his own pencil, turning it over and over in his hand. "I would like that."

"Cool," said Virgil as his heart did a belly flop into his lower intestine. "But, uh, anyway. Buddha."

"Buddha," Logan agreed, cracking open his textbook.

Logan was incredibly adept at staying focused once his mind was set on something, so all Virgil had to do was cruise along on his momentum and chime in occasionally. None of their other group members showed up. Good. They could stay gone for all Virgil cared. He had a smart hottie (or a hot smarty?) all to himself and a failsafe topic to fall back on in case things got awkward. Thank God for Buddhism.

#spicyanswer #spicywrites #analogical #sanders sides fic

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live-laugh-loverpool · 2 years ago

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Hey! I'm Ruby and I'm new here on Tumblr. I've known Becker and the Liver boys for years from watching the games a few years ago. Can I ask for a cool fanfic between Jurgen and Ali? Maybe something hurt/comfort, to start the year off right?

Glad to see a new Liverpool fan on here :) Here it is

New Year, Same Liverpool

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279

Warnings: OOC Mo, OOC Ali (though for a good reason)

Nobody ever listened to him.

Alisson smashed a bottle against his locker. The plastic canteen fell to the ground with a thunk that echoed around the locker room. He couldn’t care less.

Alisson was usually a quiet person, both on and off the pitch. He much preferred doing his job in the shadows than commanding everybody from the spotlight. He knew being vocal was important sometimes but it wasn’t for him, thank you very much.

Now he wished he was louder, scarier. He wished his teammates listened to him.

He’d sounded the alarm bells multiple times. He’d even taken to shouting, which hurt his throat, while organizing his teammates for setpieces. It was hopeless, because nobody ever took the time to consider if his words had merit to them. Nobody did—not Fabinho, not Van Dijk, not even Salah.

It was halftime.

They were 2-0 down at Brentford.

And for once in his life, Alisson Ramses Becker was mad.

He was mad at Van Dijk, who’d been nonexistent. At Nunez, for missing all those chances. At Konate, for scoring his own goal—even though Alisson knew he shouldn’t be.

One by one, the others bar Elliott, Tsimikas and Van Dijk filtered into the locker room. Alisson didn’t even want to face them, he was seething.

“Well…” Konate sighed. “That didn’t go as planned.”

You think? Alisson didn’t bother to say it.

Fabinho nodded. “We all played below our standards.”

He knew it was unlike him. But at this moment Alisson wanted nothing more than to smash his fist into Fabinho’s bald head.

We? There is no we. You played below standards. I saved your butts from being down by 6.

Salah shrugged, wrapping his towel around his shoulders. “Maybe you defenders should have listened to Virg. He’s the captain, after all.”

And where did THAT get us, Mohammed Salah? Alisson glared at the Egyptian, but he didn’t pay attention. As usual, nobody notices.

The bell rang, signaling that it was time for the second half. If Liverpool wasn’t goalless, Alisson would’ve sabotaged things so the match could stop.

Normally he would never think of doing that. But he was fed up with being ignored.

By some miracle, Alisson got his wish. Oxlaide-Chamberlain—of all people—halved the deficit with a header. Alisson prayed to every saint he knew for an equalizer, something to quell the foreign rage inside of him.

And then Brentford scored a third, right before the 90-minute mark.

This was getting ridiculous.

The final whistle couldn’t come soon enough for Alisson. He wasn’t even disappointed—just fuming at his teammates.

“What the hell, Van Dijk?!” he yelled at the Dutchman. Van Dijk, who’d been reading on his phone, nearly dropped it with surprise.

“Ali, do you have a fever or something?” Van Dijk scanned Alisson for anything suspicious. “Were you even talking to me?”

“Virgil Van Dijk, what the hell is that? What in the name of the devil do you call that? A performance?” he roared.

Van Dijk blinked in confusion. “I know we didn’t play well Ali, but—”

“WE?! The hell, there is no we! YOU played like absolute crap.”

Salah looked up from his phone. “That’s pretty accurate, actually.”

“Oh, don’t even get me started on you, Mo,” the goalkeeper seethed. “You were absolutely shambolic out there. Even Ox played better than you today.”

“Really?” Salah shot back. “I can count at least five balls Ox missed. You didn’t do much better either, Ali.”

The world seemed to screech to a halt around Alisson. “Excuse me?”

“You could’ve saved the third goal if you tried, easily. If you’d spoken up you could have organized the defense.” The Egyptian didn’t even flinch as he said this. “Ali, I know you hate criticism—”

“What are you talking about?” At least Keita was on Alisson’s side. He stepped out of the showers, glaring at Salah. “You messed your own chances up, Mo. Ali had nothing to do with it.”

“Mates, MATES!” Robertson yelled from the bench. “You know the gaffer wouldn’t like this.”

Alisson glared at the Scot so hard, he shivered in his shoes. “The boss should be proud of me. It’s about time I got mad at you all for the nonexistent protection you give me!”

He stared at Tsimikas and Matip. “You two are absolute jokes, just like Virg. When will we get actual players who care about the game? Me, Lucho, Robbo, Darwin, and Caoimhin are the only ones here who give an iota of a damn about our dignity.”

“Like father, like son,” Fabinho whispered to Elliott. Alisson wanted to shoot a laser through him.

“Are you okay?” Robertson had the sense to ask. “You don’t usually yell like this.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. As if switching off a light, all the rage drained from his soul. One by one Alisson’s heart sank as he registered all the things he’d said to his teammates.

“Ali?” A hand rested on his shoulder, and another on his head. He couldn’t tell who it was. “Are you okay?”

He’d run away to a broom closet. After a whole display of rage-induced self-confidence, he’d ran away and hid in a broom closet as usual. How pathetic.

“Ali! Are you here?”

Great. Alisson groaned, facepalming. They told the boss I’m missing, and they probably told him what I said, too. He’ll be so disappointed with me.

“Ali?” The door began to open. “Tell me if you’re in here or not.”

“Present,” he said weakly.

The door opened fully, letting in all the sounds and light in the stadium. Alisson could still hear the PA system blasting Brentford’s anthem “Hey Jude”, which had been written and performed by the Beatles.

How ironic.

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Klopp, taking a seat on a bucket. “I just want to say, Ali: those goals were not your fault.”

“Mo thinks so.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because nobody listens to me, even when I speak up,” Alisson admitted, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so maldito quiet all the time, nobody hears me out even when I have something important to say.”

Klopp pulled Alisson into his arms. “I know just how you feel. Back when I was playing I was pretty quiet as well. When I became player-manager it took a while for them to listen to my verdict on things.”

“If I was like Hendo,” said Alisson, muffled by the gray puffer jacket, “maybe they’d listen to me.”

“No, this has nothing to do with you,” Klopp insisted. “The other guys need to learn to take you seriously during the matches. Just because you’re quiet doesn’t mean you don’t have valuable input. You could do better than some of those referees when it comes to the rules.”

“So can I yell at Virg if he doesn’t listen to me?”

This made Klopp laugh. “No, you can’t. But I will be having a talk with the others about listening to you. Your input is important Ali, and it especially will be if we’re going to make the top-4 this season.” He groaned, clutching his leg in one hand. “Now let’s get out of here, huh? My old legs are getting cramped.”

Alisson suddenly realized that his legs were cramping, too. He really needed to find better hiding spaces than broom closets. “Yeah.”

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squeakyfir · 2 years ago

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I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

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The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 12

Previous ~ Next

The Earp brothers were out in the front of the "Town Marshall" building and saw the cowboys slowly ride by, staring at them. They looked murderous and ill-intentioned. "Goddamn" Morgan said.

"Now there's six of 'em" Virgil said, "Hell, this is like a bad dream".

"Just stay calm" Wyatt said, "Use your head. It'll be alright. Just the same, though- Guess maybe you better swear me in". Both Virgil and Morgan looked at him with surprise that he wanted to join back into the force and both Virgil and Morgan were quick to swear him in. Wyatt never would've thought he would be back in the field of duty and now as he was sitting in a chair outside the building after receiving a new badge and retrieving his personalized pistol labeled "peacemaker", he thought if the decision was a mistake. His thoughts were interrupted by the mayor but he still stared out into oblivion.

"Those cowboys been tellin' everybody in town that they're gonna clean you out. They're back there in that lot behind the O.K Corral". Morgan sighed but then looked very surprised to see you and Doc walking towards them. "Thank you, Mayor" Wyatt said but didn't make eye contact with him and the Mayor walked away. "What're you doing out of bed, Doc"? Wyatt looked over at the mention of Doc's name and saw you as well which made him stand up. "What in the hell's goin' on? Five people came up to our room tellin' me the Clantons and McLaurys are gunnin' for us".

"We goin' down there or not? What are we gonna do" Morgan asked.

"Wait 'til the liquor wears off" Wyatt said. "Soon as they start gettin' headaches, they'll lose interest".

"Lose interest? Hell, they're threatenin' our lives and hers" Virgil said.

"You'll never make that stick".

"They're carryin' guns, Wyatt".

"Christ's sake, Virg, that's a misdemeanor. You go down there and arrest them, somethin' goes wrong, maybe somebody really gets his head broken. You'll have cowboys comin' around lookin' for trouble from here to Christmas. You want to risk all that over a misdemeanor"?

"Damn right I'll risk it. They're breaking the law" Virgil replied seriously. Wyatt then looked to you and Doc. "It's not your problem, Doc. You don't have to get mixed up in this". Doc felt offended and Wyatt added another point. "At the very least, you can keep her safe" Wyatt said. Doc put an arm around your waist and spoke, "That is a hell of a thing for you to say to us".

"There's no way in hell that I'm lettin' her get mixed up in this-"

"Wyatt"? They all looked to you. "I don't think I have a say in the matter. They're gunnin' for me and since my man here taught me enough to shoot a gun, I'm joining in".

"Your man" Morgan asked confused but was grinning. "Yes" you said sweetly and then looked Doc in the eyes. "My handsome man". Doc smirked and you both went to stand next to Morgan and Virgil to represent the decision of taking the cowboys out. Wyatt turned away for a moment but not before looking at you with a look of pleading but knew you were serious. "All right, Virg. Your call" Wyatt said as he turned back around. "Give Doc the shotgun. They'll be less apt to get nerv-i-ous if he's on the street howitzer. And here, (Y/n)". Wyatt took out his other pistol and handed it to you but he was so hesitant to let it go into your hands. He and his brothers and Doc made a commitment, protect you at all costs, and to him, this was going against their pledge. And secretly, the others felt like they were betraying the vow as well. Doc held up his cane for Virgil to grab and Virgil gave him the shotgun in return.

After making sure you all had ammo, you all started walking up the street. It was Wyatt and Virgil in front, Doc and Morgan in the back and you in the middle. Yet another protection circle was in place. You all saw that a building was on fire and knew it was the cowboys who did it to intimidate them but that didn't stop the Earps, Doc or you. Not even a boy who came running up and pretending to shoot you all made you all back down. What it did show was how overprotective they were of you.

A boy had indeed ran up up to you all and pretended to shoot you all saying "BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG"! They all shielded you and were about to draw their guns but immediately relaxed and Morgan yelled at the boy to go home. As the boy ran off, you all refocused on the current objective. "How the hell did we get ourselves into this" Wyatt asked to himself and no one answered. The sign that read "O.K Corral" came into view and Sheriff Behan came up to speak. "You don't have to worry about a thing. I just went over there and disarmed them".

"You did" Wyatt asked.

"Gentlemen, I'm not gonna allow any-". Sheriff Behan was about to finish his sentence and finally saw you. He was about to object and say that they were putting you in danger but you all kept walking. You all approached and the protection circle was broken as they formed a small battalion line to keep them in. There were six cowboys. Most you didn't recognize but you remembered Ike and Billy Clanton. "Were here to disarm you, throw up your hands" Virgil said.

The cowboys didn't say anything except quickly taking a hold of their guns on their belts but they didn't draw. You all stopped in your tracks and you drew your gun because you didn't have a gun belt. "Hold it! That's not what I want" Virgil said loudly. You could see in the corner of your eye that Doc shrug his coat off and pointed the shotgun at them and it made you remember to not make sudden movements or else they might start shooting and keeping your eyes on them at all times and to remain calm. The citizens who saw what was about to happen were behind you and the Earps and Doc and they had the common sense to flee.

After the huge incident with Fred White, it really did mess you up and it took a couple days after that to get you back into gun practice. You all kept staring each other down, just waiting for someone to make the first move. You could see the sweat and fear on some of the cowboys faces and two of them have even fled the Corral. It wasn't until you saw Billy Clanton look at you and one of the others and his eyes went wide. "Oh my God" Wyatt said and then all hell broke loose.

It was when the cowboys finally drew their guns and it was Wyatt who shot first and the constant shrew of bullets flying all over made things stressful. You kept firing but you weren't hitting anyone. You just remained calm and kept firing. Two cowboys went down and one was hiding behind a horse to shoot at you but Doc shot his shotgun into the air and made the horse get up on it's hind legs in fear and Doc shot the man who was hiding, which made the horse flee away from the scene.

"Stop! No! No"! You all looked to see Ike putting his hands up high to show he was disarmed. "Don't shoot! I got no gun! Please! Don't shoot me! I got no gun" Ike said as he walked over in fear and fell onto Wyatt in fear. "This fight's commenced! Get to fightin' or get away" Wyatt yelled and threw Ike onto the floor who then crawled into the building next to the Corral. You all kept firing as one of them got up to keep shooting and managed to shoot Virgil in the leg, taking him down and Billy Clanton shooting Morgan successfully in the arm.

Doc took his pistol and fired an excess amount of bullets into Billy as he then finally fell into a haystack, bloodied up and full of holes, finally dead. "Billy"! You all heard Ike scream as he then broke a window to shoot and managed to shoot you in the leg making you fall and scream in pain. "(Y/n)" Morgan yelled.

"Doc! Behind us" Wyatt yelled. Doc wasted no time and kept firing at the window to shoot Ike and Doc was now using both his pistols and it only busted up the other windows on the building and you didn't know if Ike got hit and you still didn't manage to hit anyone. The bullets stopped flying and you all saw that only one cowboy was left. Doc went over to him and was about to shoot him, only to realize he was out of ammo. "I got you now, you son-of-a-bitch" the cowboy said while holding his side in pain.

"You're a daisy if you do" Doc replied.

You saw a clear range and aimed at the cowboy. And with one bullet left in the gun, you fired and it went straight into the cowboy's head, killing him instantly. You gasped and dropped back onto the ground in pain but you saw Doc look at you with surprise and he quickly went over to you. "Morgan. Hold quiet, now" Wyatt said as he helped him stand up and Doc helped you stand up too and the citizens had returned to see the aftermath.

"(Y/n)? You ok" Wyatt asked.

"I'm fine. I'll live".

"All right" a familiar voice called out. You all looked to see that it was Sheriff Behan. "All of you are under arrest". Wyatt walked towards Behan and spoke, "I don't think I'll let you arrest us today, Behan". Wyatt could see that Behan was intimidated by Wyatt and backed off. Wyatt looked over to see that Josephine had came out and saw what happened. Turns out she was in the building next to the whole carnage and Wyatt felt more guilt. He stared at her and couldn't utter a single word. She only smiled at him and continued to when Mattie came over from the cottage since she and Allie and Louisa heard the gunshots and feared the worst.

Sheriff Behan only scoffed and went over to Josephine but she gave him a dirty look and stormed off making Wyatt confused and Mattie feeling abandoned. Allie and Louisa came rushing over to their husbands in fear and embraced them tightly to ease their fears. As for you, this whole thing was a real adrenaline booster and you had completely forgot about the bullet wound in your leg. It wasn't until you tried to walk that your leg burned and was in so much pain that it brought you back into focus mode. Doc had your arm secured around his neck and guided you to the doctor who showed up after everything happened.

"Well, I guess we did our good deed for today, Mayor" Wyatt said. The Mayor only gave a confused look and walked away and Wyatt to then see Doc supporting you by holding your arm around his neck and looking at Wyatt. They both looked to each other and Wyatt nodded. They knew this was just the beginning and that the cowboys wouldn't let this slide. But then Wyatt looked to you and Doc nodded. Doc had carried you to the doctor to help with your leg. Luckily, the bullet was on top and it didn't go completely in your leg but it sure looked disgusting.

It hurt badly, but Doc kept you talking as Wyatt came over to see how bad the damage was to his brothers and you. The doctor gave Morgan an arm carrier and took care of your and Virgils legs. They all didn't seem to concern themselves about their own injuries and still only cared about you. But as night fell, the cowboys had arranged, fairly quickly, a funeral and burial service for the three dead cowboys. You and Doc were with Wyatt and Morgan at the cottages and watched as the caskets were brought to the cemetery and put to rest.

Two of the cowboys held a banner that read "Murdered on the streets of Tombstone". Johnny Ringo was there and took a glance in the Earps direction. It was only for a moment but it sure was spine chilling. As the caskets were put in the ground, Morgan had to said to Wyatt, "Your right, it's nothin' like I thought. I almost wish that-"

"I know Morgan" Wyatt replied, "I know, me too". You and Doc were sitting on a bench on the porch and Doc had you secured as you put your head against his shoulder. "You did good today, darlin'. You saved my life".

"I took someones life away. I feel horrible".

"I know. But it was the right decision to make. I'm still proud of you". You and Doc went back to the hotel and not much was said. He could tell that this whole event messed you up and you were silent about it. You both just went to sleep but you barely slept that night. You believe you have reached your acceptance point. Every morning you had wished you would wake up back in your own bed back in 2021 but it would prove to be nothing but a dream.

But one thing was for sure. You would never forget how your life was and what it looked like in 2021.

#will add more tags later

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keeping-up-with-the-sanders · 2 months ago

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WHAT IS UP EVERYBODY

welcome one and all to the official intro post of this account

while this is a Cosplay & AU centered Account it also functions as an RP account so without further ado-

God, can we just get this over with?!

damn, touchy. Well alright, introduce yourselves ig

Do we wanna go in order or something?

Sure, rainbow?

Ugh, why do you get the fancy font? Alright, I am the grand prince Roman-

Just because your family’s rich doesn’t mean your a prince

My darling spider, I love you but hush. Back to the topic at hand: I’m Roman, Remus & Pryce’s sibling. I work at this kinda shitty office job that I don’t want to talk about and an actor on the side. One random fun fact about me: My legal name is Roman Creatil Triton the III.

I guess I’m next, ugh, this is stupid!

Come on tangerine, please, for me

Don’t “tangerine” me, your still in trouble for that stunt you pulled earlier. For fucks sake, let’s get done with this! I’m Orange, you don’t get my real name. I’m the lead of a band and work at the Shell near the house. “Fun” fact: I once broke someone’s kneecap with a chair.

*Eyebrow waggling* damn, you like to play rough~

My my, Your text looks different.

It alright, hon. You don’t have to. :3

Wait, why does he get the Minecraft achievement thing and I get red

And any chance of rainbow order is fucked so I’ll go, I guess. I’m Virgil, y’all can call me like virg or whatever. I’m Andy’s twin brother, the older-

By half a minute!

Whatever you say, bro. Anyway, I work at a hobby lobby a little ways from the house. Fun-ish fact: I have a spider plush named Kat because Patton refused to allow an actual spider in the house.

It appears we’ve abandoned any form of structure with out introductions or as, Virgil put it, “Is fucked” so I volunteer to go next. My name is Logan Logios Istrailt. I work at a high school roughly thirty minutes from our house. I will not be revealing the name of the school for privacy reasons.

so serious, teach. Lighten up!

*Long deep sigh* For the fact: I am legally blind without my glasses

Anyhoo, I’ll go next! I’m Remus, Ro-ho and Pryce are my sibs.

Why do I get “Ro-Ho” but Pryce doesn’t.

I’m just better

Die.

No thanks.

So, hoes, I work at the same bar as Janny, but a different job obvs. I work the stage while our favorite double D snake boi’s a bartender!

Mhm. Welp, fact time! I make my own cleaning products!

He’s allergic to a specific ingredient that’s in most soap.

remember that one time he accidentally got stabbed with that soap covered knife.

nice of you to finally join us, Emilie.

oh, are we doing intros?

Yeah. Your up.

Yeah, thanks Dai- Orange, man I gotta get used to that name.

Yeah, whatever, I’m out.

Ok… Well, I’m Emilie! I work as a therapist at a building a bit away from the house and I really like cotton candy.

Wow, we’re shocked.

Roman! Be nice.

Sorry, love. Oh! You should go next!

Well, alright. Hey there, I’m Patton! I’m a kindergarten to Second Grade teacher at the Elementary School a block away from home. Like Logan, I’m not gonna say the name or anything, wouldn’t want to accidentally put any of the kiddos in danger

Is that everyone?

Hey lo. And yeah I think so.

What about the others?

They’re busy right now

Which reminds me, we need to go!

Coming!

Yeah, we better go too, I’ve got to grade papers.

GOODBYE

#kuwts #sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #andy sanders #pryce sanders #remy sanders #emilie picani #intro post #pinned intro #introduction #introductory post #we haven fun y’all?

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bluejaysandblackbats · 9 months ago

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Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Six: The Warning (Jenni's POV)

We had to stop at a motel for the night because of the rain. There was only one room left, but I didn't mind. These were my cousin's friends. And a few of mine. We all took turns charging our Sega Nomads during the storm until the power went out. Ayla, Zoe, and I huddled on the bed while the guys dug through their bags for flashlights. "Yo, Virg, why don't you do Uncle Fester?" Richie suggested. We all sat still, wondering what that meant until Virgil took a lightbulb out of his bag. Virgil stuck the base in his mouth, and it lit up. I thought he was so cool.

"Dope," I smiled. Ayla and Zoe playfully shoved me back and forth. They knew I liked him, but I hadn't worked up the courage to tell him.

Bart crossed his arms. "Yeah, yeah... Whatever. The power's probably gonna be out all night. We're not gonna be able to charge our games until morning," Bart muttered. He'd been moping the whole trip, and I couldn't figure out why. I hadn't seen him in months, and he was so cold. I frowned and rubbed the back of my neck.

"What's his damage?" I mumbled.

Ayla tugged on my sleeve. "He came to see you, and I think he's disappointed that you haven't paid him any mind since you met you-know-who," Ayla whispered, "My brother gets like that sometimes... You've seen it."

"Oh!" I exclaimed before jumping up. "Bart, I'm starved."

He raised his brow. "Huh?" Bart questioned.

"There's a Burger Fool if you wanna come with me. We can get everybody something to eat," I suggested. Bart nodded excitedly, and he pulled his coat out of his duffel.

"I know your jacket isn't as warm as mine is," Bart replied as he tossed me his jacket. It was expensive. Grandpa got me the same one, but I forgot to pack it. "Besides, I think I look goofy in it." I gave him my varsity jacket, and he threw it over his hooded sweater. I took the keys off the counter —Bart was a terrible driver, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings— and we ran to the car in the rain. Bart's whole demeanor changed. Thanks, Ayla.

The downpour was intense, but having my cousin in the passenger seat to remember everyone's orders was comforting. Bart remembered just about everything. He knew birthdays, fast food orders, and all sorts of things from memory. I thought it was cool, but he never did. Bart always treated me like the cool cousin, but I knew better. Bart was the coolest guy I'd ever met. He was my cousin, after all. "What's up with you and Virgil?" Bart asked. "I thought you came to see me..."

"I did come to see you! Wait... Did Virgil say something?" I questioned. Bart chuckled. "Did he?"

"I heard him whispering to Richie about the cute one... I'm pretty sure he was talking about you. Why? Do you like him back or something? Because I can-."

"You don't have to," I interrupted.

"Yeah, but I could put in a good word for you. Virgil already thinks you're pretty... I'd only have to say one thing. Go for it," Bart offered. I nodded and pulled into the drive-thru. Bart ordered for everyone.

He ordered double everything, which was okay because Grandpa gave us a ton of money for the trip. Grandpa wanted us to care for each other, especially since he couldn't get time off to drive us to Happy Harbor. The power was on when we arrived at the hotel, but everyone looked spooked. "What happened?" I asked as I hung up my jacket on the coat rack.

The phone rang, and everyone sat around staring at it. Bart sighed and answered the phone. "Hello?" Bart answered. "What? Listen here-."

I took the phone from Bart. "Sorry, hi. I'm his cousin. Who is this?" I asked.

"Don't go up to Happy Harbor. You're all going to die there," a man warned us.

"Conner? Is that you?" I asked.

Bart tugged on my sleeve. "Let me talk to him. I'll give that chump-."

"You're all going to die... Turn back if you know what's good for you," the man warned. He hung up, and I tapped the phone against my open palm. I felt sick.

"He said we're gonna die... He called six times," Richie mumbled.

"Well, he's just trying to scare us. Come on, let's eat," I replied. Bart walked toward Virgil and whispered something. Virgil dropped his game in his lap and looked at him. Bart nodded and glanced over at me before whispering something else. Virgil's lips curled into a half-smile, and he looked directly at me. I looked down and passed him his bag of food. He pretended to overshoot so he'd touch my hand, and I grinned.

"You trying to sit with me?" Virgil asked. I nodded. He grabbed his food, and I plopped down next to him. I hadn't even noticed everyone moved to the other bed and the table. It was just Virgil and me. I tore my bag open, and he did the same while we ate our burgers. "You feelin' me, or was your cousin messing around?" I nodded, and he frowned.

"Yeah, I think you're seriously floating," I replied. Virgil looked down at his fries and chuckled.

"Floating? I think the word you're looking for is fly," he corrected before bouncing on the cheaply made bed. "Wait. You think I'm fly?" I giggled and nodded.

"Yeah... I'm not so good with slang, but if fly means cute and cool and all that other stuff, then yeah," I replied. Virgil smiled and nodded. We finished eating, and Virgil threw my trash away. Bart turned the tv on and gave me a thumb's up.

Virgil laid back on the pillows and patted the bed beside him. I lay next to him, and he offered for me to play a few games of Mr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine on his Sega Nomad while I waited for mine to charge. It was one of my favorite games, even if it was just for kids.

Thunder rattled the motel the whole night, but I don't think it kept us from sleeping. I dozed off next to Virgil. But when I woke up, I was between Ayla and Zoe. Zoe talked in her sleep, and Bart paced around the motel every few hours. Richie didn't sleep at all, but he pretended to. I waited until Bart was asleep to wriggle out of bed and wave him over.

"What's up?" Richie whispered as he sat at the foot of the bed.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked as I leaned forward. He laughed it off, but I could tell something bothered him.

"Do you think we're gonna die?" Richie asked.

"Existentially or-?"

"Jenni, I'm serious. That guy sounded like he meant business," Richie whispered.

"He hasn't met me... I'll kill a man with my bare hands before I let someone hurt my cousin," I whispered, "You're staring at the real threat."

Richie's eyes widened, and I patted him on the cheek. "Sleep tight," I whispered. Richie returned to his bed, and I crawled back into my spot.

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tanushakyrano · 1 year ago

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retyped all the hcs because the typos in the og were physically painful. ANYWAY welcome to the star trek thunderbirds crossover that exists solely in my and @silverstarfics ' heads!

Alan would be collectively adopted by the crew. they all support him when he applies to starfleet academy (á la Wesley Crusher)

Virgil and Kirk are good buddies, so are him and Scotty

actually Virgil is friends with pretty much everyone

Scotty and Brains have batching sessions where they complain about non-engineers expecting them to fix shit in .5 seconds

Grandma is part of the medical gang (Bones, Chapel, M'benga) and gets on especially well with bones. he is the only one with the confidence to outright refuse her cooking - he argues that it's a health hazard. she refuses to take cooking lessons from Pike though

Scott has a crush on Una but doesn't say anything bc he knows about the unspoken Thing between her and Pike

John and Spock are inseparable, they love talking about SCIENCE! they get along so well that everyone wonders how the hell he isn't secretly a Vulcan (hint: its the autism) (also can you get ginger vulcans? do they even exist?)

Gordon 'chaos' Tracy forms a trio with Chekov and Sulu. this is Dangerous. they are unstoppable pranksters. the command team have considered separating them and having them on different shifts, but a) they work well together and b) no one has the heart to separate them

Uhura gets along well with like everybody because they have so much respect for her but esp John and Virgil (John bc she's such a talented linguist, Virgil bc she plays music and is a generally wonderful person)

Kayo and La'an scare people when they're together, and when Una is with them too everyone is TERRIFIED. they are the Scary Commander Squad. but every now and then they do goof off - mostly thanks to Kayo's influence - and let themselves have fun

all of the Tracy brothers would go crazy over enterprise bingo.

kayo and la'an noonien singh from strange new worlds would be best friends and no one can convince me otherwise

#thunderbirds are go #cora rambles

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4virgil4 · 3 years ago

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via Steven Halliwell 📸

#virgil van dijk #liverpool fc #liverpool #lfc #Everybody say thank you Steven Halliwell 😩

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jzixuans · 5 years ago

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Blink I beg of you to please give us more of that beautiful Roceit, Roman is so pretty my little heart can't take it I need to know what happens to these lovestruck fools.

ooh boyzee let’s see i don’t think i planned much beyond that comic but since you asked so nicely

(this is about 2.2k in bullet fic, with warnings for burns, scars, and corrupt rich people in power)

maybe let’s start with how they met because i haven’t detailed out the post-comic events yet

deceit– that’s the name he earned on the streets thanks to his charmingly deceptive personality– is making his rounds again in the bustling marketplace, looking for any unsuspecting nobles that won’t miss a ring or two

he makes eye contact with those he passes, smiling handsomely, and they can’t help but falter when they lock onto those stunning golden eyes

he’s talented like that, knowing just how to capture his victims’ attention and not have it at all

later, they’ll recount eyes like gold and a dazzling smile, and nothing else that could identify the snake in the shadows

he tips his hat and bids them a good day with a polite bow then disappears back into the crowd, his pocket giving off the slightest jingle from the coin pouches he nabbed

he weaves his way through with practiced ease and he spies a handful of guards surrounding someone wearing the rich, bright, telltale garb of the inner circles of the royal court

jackpot

as he nears his mark, he sees that they’re wearing the deep purple of the king’s advisors; one of the two youngest to ever hold such a position, but from the back of their head, he can’t tell which one

but he notices that they’re jittery, nervous even, as they complete their transaction at the table piled high with old books

deceit pretends to occupy himself at the neighbouring stall, a gentle old woman offering tea

the guards watch him, but he catches their eyes, nods, and hands the woman silver pieces from his stolen coin purse and accepts his tea

the guards resume their posts and pay him no mind

when he turns to walk away from the stall, he slides his hand into the pocket of the advisor

this is where he makes his mistake

the advisor, more vigilant than nervous it appears, catches his wrist in a vice grip, glaring down at him. then he throws deceit back into the stall, sending him crashing into the pot of boiling water

he’s only narrowly able to avoid the water reaching his eye

his body feels like fire is eating at it from all ends

as he writhes in pain he sees regret, pity, and concern flash across the advisor’s face

he’s hauled to his feet by two of the guards, the others have their hands at their hips, ready to draw their swords

around them, the busy marketplace has stilled, and they’ve gained an audience

the guard on his right rifles through his pockets and pulls out the rest of his stolen goods

one man pushes his way to the front of the crowd and points at him angrily

“he stole my wedding ring!” he exclaims

“he took my mother’s bracelet!” another cries

and soon several members of the crowd are shouting their accusations at him

the advisor raises a hand to silence them

another guard announces, “for thievery of countless riches, and attempted robbery of councilman virgil wang, you will face trial and the consequent punishment before king thomas”

the next thing he knows, he’s being muscled into a carriage, then paraded through the castle halls

“see to it that he’s treated by a doctor,” councilman virgil tells the one holding him, sending him a look that’s almost… guilty

normally, he’d be alert, mapping out the castle grounds waiting for the opportune moment to make his escape, but right now the only thing on his mind is holding back the tears in front of the guards

the doctor sweeps in with a mug larger than life, filled to the brim with what smells like coffee. deceit flinches

“alright hon, let’s get you patched up,” the doctor sighs. they tilts their tinted glasses down to take in the sorry state of his face

they hold a cool cloth to his burns and it’s like a balm. he can’t help but sigh in relief

“what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“don’t call me that”

“well if you’d give me your name, i wouldn’t have to”

“what makes you think you’ve earned the right to know my name?” deceit snaps

“is attending to your wounds not enough?” the doctor tsks as they peel the cloth away and reach for a jar of salve. their hands are rough and calloused, but still they treat deceit with a gentle touch that he hasn’t known in quite some time

deceit doesn’t answer them

“i mean i know who you are, you’ve probably robbed about of a third of the castle by now. not surprised that virgil caught you, he was probably born sleeping with one eye open. but still, a name for the legendary thief of crane would be nice,” the doctor prattles on. deceit let’s them chatter on about everything and nothing, sitting still as a rock while the doctor applies the rest of the bandages

“now i know you’re all chained up, but just in case the king let’s your hands go free, don’t go ripping off those bandages or your next visit here you’ll have to pay me by telling me your name,” the doctor warns with a wink. “good luck on your trial sweetheart, and may the fates smile kindly upon your future.”

deceit’s led out of the room by his attending guards then pushed through the doors to the main hall where he lands on his knees at the foot of the throne

the king is flanked by his advisors– deceit recognizes councilman virgil’s stony gaze– and his adoptive son, the crown prince

deceit doesn’t dare lift his head for anything more than the fleeting glance he got at them

“dante evan feng, also known as deceit, the snake in the shadows, thief of crane, you have been arrested stealing from the royal court and nobility on numerous occasions, and for attempted thievery from a member of the high council,” an advisor to the left of the king recites. he’s wearing the same purple robes as virgil– the other youngest advisor– with large round glasses and long black hair held back in a braid. his voice is cold and monotonous as he reads off the rest of deceit’s charges

“how do you plead?” he asks

deceit lifts his head, a defiant “not guilty!” ready on his tongue, but he sees virgil shake his head, and then sees the crown prince, gorgeous and resplendent, brows pinched in concern, shake his head

“you would do well to answer truthfully. in this court, honesty is rewarded, corruption will be condemned.” king thomas says

so deceit lifts his chin a little higher, and says, “guilty, your majesty, but with good reason”

“elaborate”

“i’ve seen the members of your court laugh at the beggars in your streets as they crawl on their knees to pick up every last penny. they turn their backs on those who need them. they don’t deserve their riches,” dante snarls. the prince winces under his glare

sadness paints itself into the king’s expression, but he keeps his voice steady. “and how have you spent your stolen wealth?”

“they went back to those who should have had it in the first place”

the advisor in the glasses narrows his eyes. “were you one of those such people?”

“i used the gold to buy goods from local businesses to support my lifestyle and theirs. i don’t see how that is such a crime”

the advisor arches a single eyebrow, then turns to his colleague. “councilman wang, you were a target of his today, what are your thoughts on the matter?”

“he didn’t get away with stealing from me, we’ve apprehended him, and he’s already been wounded. i have faith that whatever punishment his majesty decides for him will be just.” virgil says, so low dante almost doesn’t hear it

the king sits up. he’s made his decision

“dante, in place of punishment, i offer you a chance to work for all that you stole. you will work here, at the castle. you will be given food, clothes, and a room to live in. having you here will give me the opportunity to consult your advice on how to go about resolving the corruption in my court. does this sound fair? should you decline my offer, your sentence will be to serve time in prison.” the king says

deceit wants to say no, that he’d rather die than live a life of servitude, but so far, everyone at the castle has shown him mercy, and the chance to rise up to a seat on the king’s council is too tempting to refuse. having the king’s ear will make it far easier to bring about change in the kingdom.

“i accept your gracious offer, your majesty,” he says begrudgingly, though the words taste like ash in his mouth

so he takes on the new position as one of the castle’s groundskeepers, tending to gardens, making sure that everything else is in its proper place

for the first year, he’s confined to working outside only at night, where the harsh light of the sun can’t deal any further damage to his scars (virgil, though still distrustful of him, seeks him out and apologizes a couple weeks after the trial, he only meant to push him away, not send him flying into a pot of boiling water. he’s stronger than his robes make out, it seems)

he also pays the doctor– remy dormeil, he quickly learns– regular visits for more salve and other treatment for his scars. he finds their presence one of the more tolerable ones amongst the court staff

king thomas upholds his promise and allows him to attend some of the meetings with the high council. he plans on venturing out into the smaller villages himself to survey the state of things

then the king throws a birthday party for the prince at the castle. dante’s told that he may join the festivities once his duties are attended to. so he dons the suit that has been left in his closet and makes his way to the ballroom

in the centre, virgil is being led by his fellow advisor in a vivacious dance that leaves them out of breath and full of laughter as they spin around and around each other in a twin orbit

as dante weaves through the crowd in a manner not unlike they way he used to move on the streets, he’s greeted with side eyes and distasteful remarks— many of tonight’s guests were his marks once upon a time, and no one could forget those stunning golden eyes— but he steels himself as he always has, and makes a beeline for the refreshment table, where he may hide his face behind a drink or two

on his way, he slips the bracelet of one particularly snobby woman from her wrist and into his pocket. as he accepts a goblet from one of the waitstaff, he hears a voice from behind him say, “are you going to give that back?”

when he spins around, he comes face to face with the birthday boy himself, prince roman of crane, smirking in amusement

“i mean, she probably deserved it, but she is my second cousin once removed, and i would hate to hear her complain all night at the next family dinner,” he continues. “besides, i’m sure i could find you something more your style,” he adds with a wink

dante huffs and takes a sip of his drink. “i can’t say i know what you’re talking about your highness, but i must add that i have quite expensive taste, so if you plan on following through on that promise, i hope you’re prepared to empty your coffers,” he shoots back with a grin

roman tips his head back and laughs, rich and bellowing

“give it here before you get in trouble, and i’ll just tell her that she’s dropped it. then i’ll make you a deal: if you can behave for the rest of the night, i’ll reward you with some exquisite jewelry of you own.”

dante sighs and drops the bracelet in roman’s outstretched palm

“i’ll take that deal, but only on the condition that you deliver it to me yourself. i tend the garden beneath your balcony twice a week,” he purrs in his ear, then he walks away, leaving a dumbstruck prince behind him, never mind his own blush creeping up his neck (which he promptly blames on his scars when remy sidles up to him)

twice a week in roman’s garden soon turns to three times, then four, then every night he’s slipping out to the garden to throw discarded weeds through roman’s window to relish in his dismay, to chat with him as he makes his rounds, laugh as they try to push each other into the fountain, and distract him with beautiful blooms and twinkling stars as he occupies himself in trying to steal the crown right off his head

he hasn’t succeeded yet, because every time he’s just about to reach for it, roman turns his head, ready with a witty remark or poetic compliment comparing him to the brilliance of the moon’s glow that stops him dead in his tracks

one day, though. one day

and when he does, it isn’t just be roman’s crown that he steals, but his heart as well

#roceit #deceit sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #blink writes #stupid reason au #remy's nb and logan's the other advisor present they're both dating virgil and also each other #and patton's also an advisor he's just out on business #lmao that ending was so cheesy #i just pulled their last names out of an old yearbook #liked feng because it's almost fang #remy's is just a combination of dormir and sommeil though lol #tashi #ask #everybody say thank you tashi for being super sweet with her comments that i actually wrote stuff

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years ago

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Food for the Soul

Prompts: Prompt for ye: Logan with misophonia - anon

Fully adult DLAMPR human qpr au. Like they've got their lives together and they're having a great time! they know what they want and they've got it! They are the most important people in each others' lives and it's not romantic or sexual in the slightest :)))))))

plz and than uuu :)) - anon

sanders sides, food as love language sort of fic? - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: misophonia

Pairings: DLAMPR

Word Count: 3463

“Hey, Pat! You coming, or what?”

“In a minute!” Patton dusts the flour off of his hands. “I just want to clean up a bit first!”

“You all good in there? You want help?”

He glances around at the flour-covered surfaces and the bowls scattered a bit haphazardly around. “Um, if someone wouldn’t mind?”

“I got—oh. Logan’s on his way!”

Sure enough, a few moments later, Logan rounds the corner and blinks, smiling a little bewildered as Patton waves sheepishly. “Hello, Patton. Did you…succeed?”

“Yes!” He holds up the pan covered with a damp towel. “All ready and good to go!”

“Ah. Congratulations. What recipe did you say this was for?”

“A focaccia bread. They said it was super beginner friendly and didn’t involve too much kneading, which is good for me because—“

“Pain?”

“Pain and bones, yeah.” Patton shakes his head and moves to the sink to wash the flour and oil off. “But it won’t be ready until tomorrow, so don’t tell the others.”

“We can sort of hear you!”

“Oh my god, Princey, shush.”

“Sorry!”

“You know it really doesn’t work if you yell it.”

Logan chuckles, shaking his head as he fetches the paper towels and cleaning spray. “Don’t worry, Patton, I’m sure they’ll behave.”

“It’s not like this dough is appetizing, it just looks kind of gross.”

Logan peeks under the towel and makes a face. “Well, yes, I’d have to agree, but you know how Remus is.”

Patton giggles. “You mean why we don’t let him in the kitchen while I’m baking anymore?”

“These walls are thin,” comes Remus’s voice, “I can hear it when you say my name.”

“Just talking about your eating habits,” Logan says, raising his voice slightly, “and how you’re not to touch the tray with the towel over it.”

“Aww, that just makes me want to touch it even more!”

“Remus,” Patton calls, “please don’t.”

“I’m only fucking with you, Pat-Pat, I won’t.”

“Now that we’ve got that sorted out,” comes Janus’s drawl, “can we please stop yelling?”

Logan and Patton chuckle as they hear mumbled apologies from the other room. Logan shakes his head and continues cleaning the counter as Patton turns off the sink.

“Thank you for baking,” he says as Patton dries his hands, “I’m sure it will taste wonderful.”

“Oh, no worries, I really wanted to try it. Because bread is so good—“ Logan chuckles again— “but also, I feel like I haven’t made something for everybody recently. Like…we did the cookies for Remus’s thing but Janus couldn’t have those, and then Virgil doesn’t really like cupcakes and you’re not big on brownies. But bread…”

“Bread everyone can eat.” Logan smiles at him. “Very clever.”

“It’s more fun to enjoy it with everyone.”

“Speaking of which,” Logan says, politely shepherding a now-clean Patton back to the living room, “the movie’s about to start.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going, I’m going.”

“Hey, Remus? Did you go to the store already?”

Remus pulls out an earbud and glances up. “Huh? Sorry, auditory processing, what?”

“No, you’re good. Did you go to the store yet?”

“Yeah, went with Ro this morning. Put all the stuff away too.”

“Wait, you did? I didn’t see the breakfast bar box.”

“Oh, that’s in the cupboard.”

“Which…which one?”

Remus frowns, taking out the other earbud. “The—the one where the cereal goes. Is everything okay? Virgil? Wait—Virgil—!”

Virgil’s already jogging to the kitchen, heart in their throat as they rifle through the cabinets. They spot a familiar box and breathe a sigh of relief when they see it’s unopened. They snag it and clutch it to their chest, shutting the cabinet.

“Uh, hey.”

They’re not proud of the way they startle when Remus’s voice sounds from behind them, turning around to see him leaning against the kitchen wall. He waves, a slight furrow to his brows.

“You…good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, why?”

Remus levels a stare at them. “Virgil, you just came down to ask me a question and then scampered off like a little squirrel worried about someone raiding their nut storage.”

They shuffle a little. “Yeah, and what about it?”

“Virgil.”

They sigh, shoulders slumping. “Promise you won’t laugh at me?”

“Virgil, I’m the last person in this house who’s gonna laugh at you for something, and you know damn well no one else will either. I’ll kick their asses and Pat-Pat would probably help.” Remus steps closer, lowering his voice to keep anyone else from accidentally overhearing. “You can tell me, Emo, ’s okay.”

Virgil shuffles a little more, curling their arms protectively around the cardboard box. “These ‘re my comfort food.”

“Your comfort food?”

“Mhm. When I can’t eat things. Need these. Gotta have them.”

“And you…felt uncomfortable because they were in a common area where anyone could’ve taken them?” Virgil nods. “Okay. Thank you for telling me.”

“’S not your fault,” they mumble, “you didn’t know.”

“No, I didn’t, but I know now.” Remus jerks his head toward the kitchen. “Do you wanna have, like a little box that your comfort foods go in? So everyone knows not to touch those? That way when I come back from the store I can just plop ‘em right in there.”

“…I like having it in my room.”

“Okay, that’s cool too. Do you know where you want me to put them when I do come home from the store?”

“Just—just like, let me know when you do?”

Remus frowns. “But you’re not always home.”

Virgil scratches the back of their head. “Then yeah, let’s do—let’s do a box.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, that’s a good idea. And it’ll help me remember to come out and see you guys.”

Remus perks up. “You wanna come with me on the next Target run so we can go pick out a good one with all the stickers?”

“…can we go now?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely we can go now, lemme put shoes on.”

Virgil smiles as Remus darts off to the front of the house. They look down at the box in their arms and pat the cardboard.

…they’re pretty sure Remus won’t mind if they hold onto it for a little longer.

Roman can’t stop grinning. This is it! Everyone’s coming home tonight and they’re gonna get to eat dinner together and then watch a movie and everyone’s going to be home.

Logan’s been out of town for a business trip this past week and yes, okay, he’s really proud of Logan because he’s so impressive at being an adult and doing things that are difficult and adult-y but he misses him.

Yes, they text almost every night, what’s your point?

And Patton’s been doing late afternoon shifts at the animal shelter and that means he gets home late and Roman loves him, he really does, but he also needs to eat food and he can’t always wait for Patton to come home.

And then Virgil and Remus have been spending more time together lately just exploring the city and that’s great, really, it is, he’s so thrilled that they get more time to themselves but that means they also go out to eat a lot more and that means it’s normally just Janus and Roman at home.

Which is really great, he and Janus don’t always have time to hang out and they’ve got so many inside jokes now it’s great, it’s so much fun—but Janus sometimes acts like there’s not really a point in sitting down to dinner when it’s just the two of them so he’ll eat on his own and then it’s just Roman.

But tonight, everyone is here and they’re all coming home and Roman hasn’t been able to stop smiling all day. “You look happy,” Janus’s voice says from behind him and he turns around, seeing the soft smile on his face, “it’s a good look on you.”

“Everything is a good look on me.”

Janus hums, coming up to sling his arms around Roman’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What’re you so pleased about, sweetie?”

“Everyone’s coming home tonight,” he says giddily, stirring the massive pot of pasta, “and we get to have dinner again and I’m so happy about it.”

Janus chuckles and he can feel the warmth of it through his back. “Ah, I see.”

“Can you pull the garlic bread out of the oven?”

“You made garlic bread?”

“Yes,” Roman says proudly, “I did.”

“Wow, you really went all out.”

“I’m just really excited that everyone’s gonna be home for dinner, okay?”

Janus chuckles as he slides the tray out. “Oh, this smells amazing.”

“Ah!” Roman slaps his hand lightly as he reaches for a piece. “Wait.”

“Oh, come on, just one?” Janus turns his big pleading gaze on Roman who does his best to glare back. “Don’t you want to check if it’s good before you serve it to everyone?”

“This is the same recipe we’ve all had before, Janus, we all know it’s good.”

“Which is why I want one.”

“Are you trying to steal food?” Virgil materializes behind them and carefully wraps their arms around Janus’s waist. “Come on, J, come sit at the table with me and Patton.”

“But garlic bread,” Janus whines dramatically, letting himself be pulled away regardless.

Roman just shakes his head fondly, quickly plating both the pasta and the garlic bread, grabbing the vegetables too. He’s not a moment too soon; he can hear Remus’s excited pronouncement that their favorite nerd is home and Logan’s subsequent mobbing.

“Let me sit,” he hears too, the fond exasperation leaning far more fond than exasperated, “then I’ll answer all your questions.”

“Hey, Ro, you need help with the food?” Remus’s eyes widen when he sees Roman carrying everything out. “Okay, never mind, wow, that’s scary.”

Janus snorts. “You see all the shit you do and watch all the horror you watch and that’s scary?”

Roman’s far too focused on the way Logan’s eyes soften when he sees Roman’s made his favorite and the little please smile on his face. He sets the food down and presses a quick kiss to Logan’s temple.

“Welcome home,” he says softly, sitting down, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Now, who had dibs on first question?”

“Me!”

“No, you asshole, I did!”

Roman laughs along with Logan as he takes in the full table and still-steaming food. He’s so happy everyone’s home for dinner tonight.

Remus whistles happily as he walks in the front door, his pockets laden with goodies as he kicks his shoes off. “Hey, where are you all?”

Patton pokes his head out from the living room. “Remus? You’re back!”

“Pat-Pat!” Remus digs through his pockets and finds the little blue bag with the happy face sticker on it. “I got you a thing!”

“A thing?” Patton takes it carefully. “Thanks, Remus! What is it?”

“Candy from the market. It’s the chewy sweet toffee you really like, got it from this old lady who looked like the epitome of every single, like, aspirational witch aesthetic mood board.”

Patton gasps, throwing his arms around Remus in a hug. “Thank you! Oh my goodness, I’m going to enjoy this so much.”

Remus chuckles. “I’m glad. You know where the others are?”

“Logan is in his room working, I think, and I know Janus and Roman were in the den.”

He tips a lazy two-fingered salute Patton’s way, stepping around the cane at the end of the couch and heading up the stairs. He gets to Logan’s door and knocks.

“Come in?”

“Hey, Lolo, you busy?”

“I’ve got one moment, why?” Logan looks over and spots the bag dangling from Remus’s hand. “What’s that?”

“Present for you.”

“Mm, a present?” He stands up and holds his hand out. “May I?”

Remus plops it down and he fiddles with the drawstring, opening it up to reveal a bag of toasted and seasoned nuts.

“…are these…?”

“The ones you loved from the festival last year, yeah.” He bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet. “Saw the same stall again and knew you needed a bag.”

“Oh, thank you, Remus,” Logan says, smiling at him, “I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, Lolo. You get back to work so you can actually eat dinner with us tonight, okay?”

Logan rolls his eyes fondly and nods, stepping back to let Remus close the door and continue his way to the den. He can hear them laughing before he gets there and opens the door to see both of them rolling on the floor, clutching their stomachs.

“The fuck happened to you two?”

Roman just holds up his phone. Remus squints at it as the video plays and promptly snorts.

“Wait, how many sheep is that?”

“The whole flock,” Janus manages, “they—they got lost and so—so they just fucking followed her—“

“Oh my god, that’s so many sheep. Why is that so many sheep? Where did they come from? Where did they go?” Remus shakes his head as Roman collapses again, still cackling. “Where did they come from, Cotton Eyed Joe?”

Roman swats weakly at his leg as he drags himself up. “I hurt, that hurts, oh, god. Ow.”

“Same,” Janus mumbles, dragging himself upright too, “did you need something, Remus?”

“Presents!”

They both perk up. “Presents?”

“We like presents.”

Remus fishes one bag out of each pocket and tosses one at Roman and the other at Janus. “Haunted ghost pepper chips for you and white cheddar skeleton bones for you.”

“Oh, shit, the graphic design on this is awesome.”

“You actually found white cheddar puffs?”

“Remus, you’re a legend and I take back everything bad I’ve ever said about you.”

Remus’s grin turns feral. “You gonna put that in writing?”

“Let’s not get carried away here.”

It’s his turn to throw his head back and laugh. “You guys know where our favorite nonbinary emo is?”

“Think they’re in their room?”

“Yeah, I saw ‘em in there like an hour ago.”

“Sweet. Thanks. Enjoy your flock of sheep.”

He closes the door behind him as they cackle off again and goes to Virgil’s door, knocking carefully.

“Hey, Emo? You in there?”

“Re? That you?”

“Yep, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“Mhm.”

He eases the door open carefully, smiling when Virgil waves at him from their bed. “Greetings and slut-nations.”

“Sup?” Virgil pulls one side of their headphones off their head. “You good?”

“Got a present for you.”

“An offering, hmm.” They extend a hand. “Present this to me.”

Remus does the full routine, kneeling and extending the little bag as if it’s the most precious jewels in the world, hiding a smile when Virgil snorts and snatches the bag.

“What’d you give me?”

“I went to the festival today and I saw they had these like, little candied spider treat things? Thought you might want to try them. I asked what they were, they said it was mostly sugar with something crunchy, nothing bad or anything.”

“Cool. These look dope.” They set the bag down and ruffle Remus’s hair. “Thanks, dude.”

“Sure thing!”

He bounds off, pockets empty and all presents delivered. He grins. Festival market days are his favorite.

“Jan.”

Janus ignores it.

“Jan-Jan.”

Nope. Ignoring it.

“Jaaannyyyy.”

Roman sighs. “You know you can’t beat Remus’s annoyingness, Janus.”

He can try.

And promptly yelps when Remus pokes the soft part of his sides right where he’s ticklish, almost falling out of his chair.

“Remus!”

Which, of course, just makes Remus smirk victoriously, dragging Janus’s chair around and plopping on his bed with his hands tucked up under his chin. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Janus sighs, glancing at Roman who just shrugs and leans against the doorjamb, “what do you want?”

“You need to come eat.”

“I don’t have to do anything except pay taxes and die.”

“Janus,” Roman says gently and this is why the two of them are not allowed to team up, ever, because Remus will be annoying and persnickety but Roman will be all soft and concerned and it works so much better than any good-cop, bad-cop routine, “come eat, please. I haven’t seen you eat anything all day.”

“I’m fine.”

“You need to eat,” Roman presses gently, “please, Janus, you know it’s not good when you don’t eat something all day.”

“You gave us permission to hold you accountable,” Remus sings, reaching out to poke his arm, “so come eat.”

Yes, he did do that, but he didn’t think they’d, like, actually do it.

Or be this persistent about it.

He yelps at another poke and Roman opens his arms, offering safety at the price of actually going to eat something. He gives in when Remus full-on grins at him and reaches out with both hands, quickly fleeing and letting Roman wrap him up with a chuckle.

“C’mon, Snakey,” Remus sings, leading the way, “food time!”

“Thank you,” Roman murmurs in his ear as they go, giving him a squeeze, “I know it’s hard to remember sometimes.”

Janus grumbles good-naturedly, only to let out a yelp of betrayal when Roman’s fingers brush over the spot too.

+1.

Logan takes a deep breath. Alright. He can do this. It’s not going to be an issue. They are all rational and mature adults and they have had similar conversations that have resulted in a discussion that has led to all parties being satisfied. No one has done anything in the the past to indicate that they will not listen to him or that they will be upset that he’s brought an issue to their attention.

This will be fine.

Still, seeing everyone seated in the living room, looking at him…

“I understand what Virgil means when they say that you’re all much more intimidating from this angle.”

Virgil snorts, looking away and resting their head on Patton’s shoulder. “We’re listening, L, promise.”

“Mhm.”

“Sure am.”

“We’re paying attention,” Roman adds, smiling softly, “whenever you’re ready.”

Alright. He takes a deep breath.

“I have misophonia.”

A pause. Then Patton shifts. “Can you explain what that is?”

“Is that the eating thing?”

“Not exactly.” Logan folds his hands behind his back. “It is a disorder of decreased tolerance to specific sounds or their associated stimuli. Hearing certain sounds can trigger intense irritation, disgust, and physical discomfort.”

“Okay, thank you for telling us. Do you feel comfortable explaining what sounds?”

“Remus wasn’t entirely wrong, for me it’s specific sounds that come when people are eating.”

Roman makes a soft noise. “Ah. I apologize if my asking that we eat together more often sets you off.”

“It’s alright, you didn’t know. I didn’t tell anyone.” He takes a deep breath. “And it’s not…all eating, it’s not all the time, and for the most part, it isn’t caused by any of you.”

Roman’s shoulders relax a little bit and he nods. Janus clears his throat.

“Could you—sorry—would you be comfortable telling us what does set it off?”

“Hearing people slurp—like pasta—or licking something off their fingers,” Logan lists, “certain crunching noises similar to biting into apples or pears, and the scraping of cutlery on plates are the main ones.”

They all nod.

“…that’s it,” he finishes, shifting a bit, “um…questions?”

“Do you want to stop joining us for dinner? Or have like, an out-clause?”

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth at Virgil’s use of the phrase ‘out-clause.’ “No, that’s alright, I simply want some assurance that if I ask you to stop making a noise, you’ll understand why.”

“Shit, L, yeah, that’s fine.” Virgil glances up. “I think you were the one who spearheaded the whole rant about how awful society is to picky eaters, we ain’t gonna become hypocrites.”

Tension slides off his shoulders and he can see the idea take place behind Patton’s eyes before he’s holding out his arms.

“You want a cuddle?”

“Yes, please.”

Roman quickly catches Remus around the waist before he can lunge up and tackle Logan, instead letting him come to the couch and fall into their arms. Logan lets out a sigh, tucking his nose into the crook of Virgil’s neck.

“…also can we not have snacks during movie night tonight?”

“Sure thing, Lolo, whatever you want.”

He truly does love the people he lives with.

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