#fem!moceit

[brandstifter-sys]

Hiding Eyes

For @dukexietyweek Day 7: Soulmate            (Ao3) (login required)

Word Count:2797

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, fem Patton, fem Janus, Virgil

Warnings: mtf Virgil, genderbend, background moceit, sex mention, alcohol

In a world where you have one of your soulmate's eyes and can see what they're seeing if you cover your borrowed eye, it should be easy to find your soulmate. Unless you can't see anything when you try and get a look. Remus, a movie star, is unfortunate that he can't see anything. He's ready to give up hope until a chance meeting at his oldest friend's drag show.

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Sometimes it was hard to look for a soulmate even though they had one of your eyes. If they covered the borrowed eye they could see what you were looking at. For Remus, it was a lot harder to tell. 

He was happy to be finished with his latest movie and wanted to either sleep or get smashed. At least this one wasn't some trashy romcom where he'd have to play straight. It was a trashy macabre romcom where he had to play bi, Cthulhu in Love , and he was the lead! He was just glad that he didn't have to sit in makeup for hours to get his face tentacles done that day and instead just put on a fake beard to match his mustache. And he had the next day off!

Remus carefully removed the color contact from his right eye and closed his eyes. All he could see was darkness but it was nice, sometimes the light was too much. He sighed, not bothering to just cover his right eye to catch a glimpse of his soulmate's world. He never saw anything. Sometimes he wondered if he even had a soulmate. 

He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, he was aro and he didn't really want to enter some one-sided romance if he could help it. But it would be nice to at least see who got stuck with him. He knew he was a lot to handle. 

"Hey, Remus?" someone called to him from the other side of the door. Remus got up with a grunt and opened it to reveal his costar, Pat, and she looked worn out. 

"What's up Patty-cake?" he asked and leaned against the door frame. 

"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I just thought you might want to get some dinner and see Janice's performance tonight," Pat said and played with her hoodie strings. Remus couldn't really say no, he wanted to see his childhood bestie's drag performance even if she spent the rest of the night with her soulmate. 

"Give me five minutes to get dressed and then we can party!" he grinned, "If you want to watch me strip you can come in!" Pat shook her head and smiled sweetly. 

"I'm spoken for. I'll be here when you're ready!" 

"One of us has to be," Remus shrugged. 

"You have a soulmate, little mister, and I will fight you if you say you don't!" 

"You can't win on an empty stomach!" Remus jeered, "And Jan would get off seeing you beat me up!" 

"Remus," she scowled and adjusted her glasses. 

"I'll be right out!"

.

Remus was incognito, hiding his skunky bangs with a beanie and his body in a hoodie and baggy pants. Pat wasn't as hidden as they entered the bar, reeking of McDonald's. It wasn't terribly crowded, but still full and dimly lit. Remus could see the low stage and the lights. It would be a good show. 

"If you save me a seat, I'll get the drinks," Remus suggested. 

"Okay, can you get me a Hemingway Champagne, please?" she said brightly. Remus ruffled her hair and laughed before sauntering to the bar. 

Remus moved like he was the hottest thing in the world and leaned against the bar with a winning smile. The bartender got one look at him in his bum attire and sighed. She was pretty, with long purple hair that covered her right eye and half of her glasses. She had deathly pale skin that looked more pallid paired with her black hoodie. 

"Hey there gorgeous!" Remus cooed and motioned her over. She moved towards him reluctantly and crossed her arms. 

"I thought I told you I'm not doing it. I'm not falling for it." 

"Falling for what?" 

"Don't play dumb, Roman. A fake mustache and a pale blue color contact are not going to convince me that you're Remus." 

"So you know the boring theater twin!" Remus laughed, "I'm sorry for you, girl!" The bartender's visible eye went wide and she shook her head. 

"I'm not going to kill him, I'm not going to kill him," she sighed as her cheeks turned pink.

"That's my job! And here I thought Roman didn't have hot friends!" 

"Are you gonna order or waste my time?" she huffed. 

"Can I get a Death in the Afternoon and Alligator Sperm? And if you have to spit in one, aim for the gator! Pattycake doesn't deserve my hate," Remus said brightly before he noticed her eye. It was the same brown-green hazel as his. 

"Anything else or do you need to stay sober for your next shoot?" 

"That's all for now. How did you know I'm shooting a new movie?" 

"Jan. She always gushes about her soulmate being a movie star and working with you all the time. I haven't told anyone if you're trying to keep an industry secret or something," she shrugged, not exactly telling the whole truth, but Remus couldn't be sure.

"It's not really a secret, just not well known. I'm sure it's all over my fan pages! I can't hide from them, not that I want to—they're why I have what I do." 

"It's not because you have talent or anything," she scoffed and rolled her eyes. Remus snickered and bobbed his head back and forth.

"Talent? Half the time I don't even speak in my fun movies! It's my hot bod and creepy mannerisms that sell those! I mean it was the fans that petitioned for me to play the creature in Frankenstein. I wasn't considered since I'm not a tall brooding goth prince, but it's my best performance, and I have the fans to thank for that."

"You were better in Cuttle as a tentacle monster. Even if the fanart got weird. I needed to bleach my eyes." 

"Is that why you cover your soul eye?" 

"I keep one eye covered because it's light sensitive, because of genetics," she said flatly and got to work on the drinks, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you put eyeshadow and liner on both sides?" Remus asked. She moved her bangs to reveal that she had an eye patch on her glasses. 

"There's no point. Anything else or are you going to give your friend her drink?" 

"Oh Pat! Right! We're both here for Janice, or should I say, Dante Infernal! You got me there! Can I get your name before I go? Hot bartender isn't a good name." 

"Violetta, but you can call me Vi," she said shyly and slid him both drinks. Remus beamed and took them. 

"Thanks! I like that name! Maybe I'll see you around!" he said and trotted off to find Pat. 

Of course, when he found her, she was with Janice in a more secluded booth, giggling and flirting with the drag king. It was so easy for Dante Infernal to charm anyone with his wry smirk and gentlemanly wiles. It was cute but Remus was not interested in third wheeling just yet. He was too sober to deal with any romance. 

"Should I get you a second straw to share?" he teased and set her drink on the table. Pat giggled and beamed at him. 

"Thank you so much Ree!" 

"Hello Remus, I'm surprised you haven't snapped anyone up yet," Janice teased. Remus shrugged and took a swig of his curdling drink. 

"I just got here, give me some time!" he laughed, "And maybe I want to be a good friend first!" Janice chuckled as he downed the rest of his drink. 

"So you're going to give me a few dollars and sulk at the bar this time?" she hummed knowingly as Pat sipped her drink. 

"Maybe," he pouted, "As long as the hot bartender doesn't get tired of me!" 

"Violetta? Oh, darling, if she figures out you're you, you might get tired of her . She's a huge fan of your horror movies, and your butt." 

"Really? I mean my ass is perfect but she didn't seem interested in it! She's got the big tiddy goth girlfriend vibe so it checks out that she'd like those movies!" 

"She certainly does, even before her top surgery she was gifted," Janice said bitterly. 

"Your tiny titties are cute!" Pat cooed and hugged her. Jan nuzzled her hair and kissed her cheek. Remus blinked and stared at them both. He was still too sober for this.

"I'm gonna go back and get another drink." 

"Remus, don't drink too much, okay?" Pat pouted. Remus flicked his wrist at her and pulled a few bills from his pocket. 

"Don't have too much rockin sex, okay?" he retorted and handed the money to Jan. She knew that meant he wouldn't be close by when she performed. She also knew that Pat was flustered, so she waved Remus off to do whatever he was planning. 

Remus waved impishly and went back to the bar, this time hopping on a stool and setting his empty glass down. Vi glanced at him and sighed. 

"Finished already?" 

"Yeah, can I get another one?" he asked and wiggled his eyebrows as she took the glass. 

"Not for a while. I'm not letting you get drunk, pretty boy. Your romcom fans will eat you alive." 

"I'd rather my horror fans did. Literally!" he jeered, "You know you want to!" 

"Do I?" she asked and set the glass on a tray to go through the wash.

"Well you've got Jennifer's body, so why not enjoy a snack?" 

"What?" she snorted and turned around.

"Is your name Megan because damn you're foxy!" Remus purred with a goofy grin. 

"Shouldn't you save that for your soulmate?" she said with a snicker. Remus wanted to hear her laugh more. 

"I don't think I have one, I'm aro and I don't see anything when I do the eye thing," he said with a shrug, "I don't mind. If I had one, they'd have to deal with the paparazzi, my schedule, and me!" 

"Being aro doesn't mean you don't have a soulmate, I can tell you that much. Blind people exist. And maybe don't treat yourself like a problem. It doesn't help anyone," Vi replied and leaned on the bar across from him. 

"I'm a lot to handle, but I'm a lot of sexy fun too," Remus giggled, "So you're aro spec, huh? And you have a soulmate?" 

"Yeah, but the universe hates me so I don't look anymore. They're only interested in men. But you're not here to listen to my problems." 

"I don't mind, I'm curious—what idiot wouldn't want a babe like you?" he said and held his chin in his hands. 

"Some idiot I knew of in school who's in the film industry now. Roman thinks you might know them, I'm pretty sure you do." 

"Can I see your other eye? It could help me figure out who they could be. And I kinda just want to see both eyes." 

"I'm gonna regret this," Vi sighed and moved her bangs. She lowered her glasses and bit her lip, trying not to squeeze her eyes shut in the dim light. 

Remus gasped when he saw that familiar pale blue iris staring at him. He slapped his hand over his right eye and saw a blurry version of himself gawking and covering his eye. His hand fell to his side and he shook with so much excitement he had no idea how to release it.

"Remus?" Vi asked hesitantly and readjusted her glasses. She was regretting that choice. 

She yelped when he grabbed her face and kissed her like he would die without her lips. 

"Holy shit!" Vi gasped and lurched back. Her lips were tingling and she was staring at Remus in shock. 

"I know I should've asked first," he said softly, "I wasn't thinking." 

"But you—" 

"Love is love, no matter how romantic or platonic or alterous. And I could see myself falling headfirst in a vat of battery acid for you, no romance required." 

"You don't have to do that," she said with a shy laugh. Remus beamed, proud that he could bring that sound out of her. 

"So we went to school together, and you were too shy to say anything to me, huh?" 

"You were—are so confident and bold, and you had friends, it was intimidating, and I was really just a nobody with self esteem issues and I avoided you as much as I could. The easiest way to do that was spending time with Roman." 

"Hmm, well it would be really funny if you were the hot emo who always had headphones and a spiderweb backpack! I had such a mesh it was embarrassing!" 

"Oh god," Vi groaned and went bright red, "I still have that backpack." 

"Okay now I definitely need your number and I need to take you on a date!" Remus laughed, "I can be covert if you like!" 

"Please? I don't need the paparazzi tearing into me because I'm an edgy trans woman." 

"The only one tearing into you is gonna be me!" Remus jeered. Vi shook her head and readjusted herself. 

"Go watch the show, my shift is over in five so I'll find you, before Jan can rub it in," Vi said, "And don't think you're gonna be the one tearing into anyone." 

"I'm looking forward to proving Pat right! And getting to know you!" Remus grinned and waved impishly before trotting off to join his co-star. 

Unfortunately for Remus, he missed Janice's performance, but he was able to take his seat by the lovers without drawing attention to himself. 

"There you are, Remus," Jan hummed and ran her fingers through Pat's hair, "finally tired of your biggest fan?" 

"Nope! I just wanted to check in on you and tell you that I owe Pattycake a puppy!" 

"You found your soulmate!" Pat gasped and sat up. Remus nodded excitedly with a bright grin. Pat squeaked and hugged him, far too excited to contain herself. 

"Did you meet them or did you finally see something?" Pat squealed, "Do you know what they look like? Are they handsome?" 

"Darling, let him breathe," Janus hummed, "One question at a time." 

"I finally got to see and I met my soulmate," Remus giggled and shimmied excitedly. Pat was so happy, hanging off his every word. Jan was more interested in the figure looming towards them. 

"And she is the most beautiful woman with the most sultry voice and she could burn me alive with her stare!" Remus gushed, and swooned, leaning into the seat, "And I want her to step on me."

"That's no way to describe someone to your witnesses," Vi said and sat next to Remus. Remus leaned against her and beamed. 

"Well, this is an unexpected twist," Jan hummed with a smirk. Vi flipped her off and flipped her hair over her shoulder. 

"Sounds like you expected it," Remus giggled and wrapped his arm around Vi. She leaned against him and placed her hand on his thigh.

"I did, but I didn't expect you to be so, adoring," Jan hummed. Remus shrugged. 

"It's not romantic adoration, it's all about power, beauty, the macabre, personal connection, and lust!" 

"Lust?" Pat squeaked and inched closer to Jan.

"I'm a horny little bastard!" Remus giggled, "And it takes a lot to tame me!" 

"I doubt it," Vi jeered.

"You would be the first to say that!" Remus jeered. 

"Wait until your brother hears!" Pat gasped, looking for any reason to change the topic. 

"He's known since high school. He'll be insufferable," Vi sighed, "More insufferable than Remus' rabid fans who hate his soulmate because he's not theirs and he won't ever see them like that." 

"They what?" Remus gasped. 

"They're usually kids. They get over it. Online I actually like to claim that yes, your soulmate is a raging bitch who would whip you and make you beg for the tiniest scrap of love," Vi said with a tiny smirk. 

"You shouldn't be so mean to yourself, and you shouldn't lie just to belittle yourself either," Pat pouted. Vi shrugged and glanced at Remus. He was fighting back a fit of giggles.

"I'm not lying," she said softly. Remus' jaw dropped before a gleeful giggle escaped him. 

"You really are my soulmate! Please tell me you have more than just whips and begging in mind!" he squealed and kissed her cheek, pulling her closer. 

"I'll tell you more about it when we go on a real date." 

"There's a nice diner that Jan and I go to, it's quaint and it doesn't have a pretty face, and it's open 24/7," Pat suggested. 

"Are you free tonight?" Remus asked.

"No. I'm supposed to be going to a diner with my soulmate," Vi teased. Remus laughed brightly. Yeah, he was more than happy with his soulmate.

[brandstifter-sys]

Bonus points if Patton is wearing the pink ruffles

moceit energy

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Saw your anon reblog.

What are you creating or watching or listening to you that’s bubbling in the back of your mind?

A list of things I've been thinking about (because I love lists!!!):

Too Sweet by Hozier

Anything on my stimming playlist

Fem!Sides (and the fic I've been writing using them. I'll probably finish up chapter one (it'll likely be a three shot or smth close) and post it soon)

Flowers. Always flowers.

Sanders sides.

Moceit (thanks to Duckie for that one (affectionate))

Essays!!

[ghosttb0y]

Moceit~

[severalcowboyhats]

I’ve been listening to this song on repeat so OBVIOUSLY I had to draw something to do with it

[bitchnuggettt]

this just makes me so happy to look at

Fem!Patton is a butch lesbian and Fem!Janus is a femme lesbian. No I will not elaborate

[brother-lipsmackariah]

Day 4: AU/General

I just needed an excuse to draw fem Moceit

@moceit-appreciation-week @moceit

[teacupfulofstarshine]

you're the pink in my cheeks (i'm a little bit soft)

summary: "and i know we'll never grow old together / cause you'll never grow old to me / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft"

- "monster," marceline (adventure time)

(OR: 5.4k of soft domestic lesbian!analogical, featuring lesbian!moceit, trans male!remus, trans female!roman, and Gay Shenanigans)

a/n: huge thank you to dandie for beta'ing this fic!

i just wanted to write wlw is that so wrong of me? no. no it is not.

CW: alcohol mentions, a few sex jokes, swearing, one implied instance of potential sexual activity (although it doesn't go any farther than making out; if you want to skip that part, skip the section that starts with "Did you get the right kind of popcorn?")

word count: ~5.4k

read it on ao3!!

“I think I may be going insane,” Logan says, squinting at her laptop screen. Virginia, hanging upside-down in the armchair, looks up from her phone and blinks.

“And why is that?”

“Because I am starting to agree with Rosie’s anti-Florida agenda.”

“I didn’t realize that there was an anti-Florida agenda.”

“Rosie has one, and I have always thought it facetious. However, if this laboratory does not start sending me my requested samples and information in a timely manner, I will be forced to concede that Rosie may have . . . a point.”

“You, agreeing with a lit major? I never thought I’d see the day,” Virginia teases. Logan initially resists the urge to stick her tongue out or flip Virginia off, because that would be childish, but then she remembers that Virginia does not care about her childishness, so she sticks her tongue out. Virginia snorts with laughter, and Logan feels warm, fizzy pop-rocks bursting in her chest.

Her phone buzzes next to her, and she picks it up. There’s a new message blinking for her attention on the screen.

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

a, b, or c

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

. . . What?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

*rolls eyes*

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

i need you to make a selection, logan. a, b, or c.

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

I am confused. What am I selecting between?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Yes. I would like to know. That is why I asked you.

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Also, I am not a meteorologist. Or a boy.

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

it’s a meme, i’m sure v will be happy to show you the og. but first: make a choice

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Option B, I suppose?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

vodka it is!

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Wait, what?

Her phone buzzes again, another text thread lighting up, and Logan abandons the now-fruitless conversation with Jan to see that her wife has texted.

[from: soda poppy]

y is jan fillin a thermos with vodka and sayin u gave her the go ahead? >:(

[to: soda poppy]

I am unsure. She texted me asking me to make a choice between “a, b, and c” with no context given. When I eventually selected “b,” she excitedly mentioned vodka and logged off.

[from: soda poppy]

her an remy r going 2 a pta meeting tonight an i guess they’re goin drunk

[to: soda poppy]

Is that a . . . normal occurrence?

[from: soda poppy]

sadly yeah

[to: soda poppy]

Wait, is she even allowed to attend PTA meetings? You two don’t have any children?

[from: soda poppy]

she’s on the school board so she has the right 2 attend. idk if she’s supposed to or not but its never stopped her b4

“Everythin’ good over there?” Virginia asks.

“I believe I may have just enabled Jan to attend a PTA meeting drunk.” Virginia snorts, swiping at her phone.

“Good for her, honestly. The only reason she and Poppy live in that neighborhood is so that Jan can flaunt her wife in front of all the capital-s Straight people, because she’s a petty fuckin’ bitch.”

“That is a strange word choice for your best friend.”

“I hate Jan, she’s a bitch,” Virginia says, smirking fondly at her phone. Logan knows her girlfriend well enough to know that this statement is disingenuous, so she stands up, stretching her arms above her head, and leans down to drop a kiss onto Virginia’s forehead.

*~*~*~*~*

Logan blinks awake slowly, feeling for the position of her limbs. She’s on her left side, left arm tucked up under her pillow to cradle her head, wrapped in the thick comforter of their bed. Her right arm is slung across Virginia’s body, and her girlfriend is pressed up against her, head tucked right under Logan’s chin and face nestled into her neck and chest. Virginia breathes, slow and deep and even, and Logan hums, huffing out a soft exhale.

She carefully wiggles out of bed, tucking the comforter around Virginia’s curled-up form. Virginia grumbles when the cool morning air slips against her skin, because she is a foolish woman who insists upon sleeping in short shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top no matter the current weather patterns. Logan wraps her up, making sure that she’s shifted into the middle of the warm divot of body heat, and Virginia settles in, asleep again in a heartbeat.

Logan turns to the corner chair, where her early-morning outfit is already laid out: athletic leggings, a sports bra, a moisture-wicking quarter zip jacket. She changes quietly, lights off, and tugs on a pair of ankle socks before slinking into the bathroom. Once the door is shut, she flicks on the soft lights over the vanity and carefully undoes her sleep braid. Normally, Virginia does Logan’s hair, because Logan is not good at dealing with her wavy, tangled, curly mess, but she won’t wake up her girlfriend for that. She can, at bare minimum, pull her hair up into a high ponytail for running purposes.

They live in a small town only a short walk (and even shorter bike ride) from the beach, full of little two-story brightly-colored beach cottages. Logan steps off her front porch, pulls out her phone, and quickly shoots a text.

[to: ginny <3]

I am headed to the beach for my weekly run. I will likely return before you wake up, but in case I do not: I will be back before 9 AM.

[to: ginny <3]

I love you <3

Logan kicks up the kickstand on her bike, runs her fingers over the glossy dark-blue paint flecked with white and silver and gold to mimic stars, and swings one leg over the bike seat. She carefully pedals out into the narrow road and heads for the beach. The cool early-morning air whips past her face, and she chances a glance up at the dark-blue-turning-light-blue-grey sky and smiles.

She’s always been an early-morning morning person, anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

Logan’s sneakers dig into the hard-packed wet sand along the water’s edge as she runs. Seagulls scatter in front of her, and the podcast Virginia recommended hums in her ear. The sun creeps up, up, up onto the horizon, coloring the blue-grey into streaks of brilliant pink and orange and gold, light reflecting off the water in resplendent diamond sparkles.

Logan runs half a mile down the beach, turns around, runs back to where she started and then runs half a mile in the other direction before turning around and running back to her starting point. By the time she’s bent over, hands on her knees, huffing out breath while her legs burn pleasantly, the sun has emerged fully from the ocean, and Logan is beginning to wish she had worn a visor.

She takes a moment to appreciate the sensory experiences of being on a nearly-abandoned beach: the scent of salt water, the sound of waves crashing against sand, the errant cries of gulls squabbling over fish. Their little beach is not nearly pristine enough for a tourist attraction, and too far north along the Atlantic coast to be warm year-round. Still, Logan loves it, and cannot imagine living anywhere else.

She hunts along the water’s edge as she walks, briefly, a cool-down before the bike ride home. She finds a few things worth photographing, a few crabs to shoo back into the ocean, and a few things worth gathering: an intact clam shell whose smooth curve runs unbroken from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger when she lays it flat in her hand, a light gray rock worn smooth by the waves that turns dark-gray-almost-black when wet, a small spiral shell that she thinks may have broken off of the top of a snail shell. Logan wraps all three things carefully in a small handkerchief from the little bag she keeps in her bike basket, pulling out her phone to note the time (8:37 AM) and the message notification flashing at her.

[from: ginny<3]

dunno why you insist on being a morning person. stop by the dunkin on your way back and get us breakfast?

[to: ginny<3]

You had Dunkin for breakfast three times this week. You should consume something healthy.

[from: ginny <3]

>:( >:( >:( >:(

[from: ginny <3]

counterpoint: you bringing me dunkin is better than me not eating breakfast at all. which is the alternative because i do not want to get up and prepare anything

[to: ginny <3]

Your womanly wiles will not work on me in regards to Dunkin breakfast.

[from: ginny <3]

bitch (affectionate)

[to: ginny <3]

Would you like me to make you breakfast on my return, beloved?

[from: ginny <3]

. . .

[from: ginny <3]

will you make me an omelette? with all the cheesy goo an shit?

[to: ginny <3]

I will make you an omelette with some degree of “cheese goo.”

Logan slides her phone into her pocket, huffing out a laugh at her girlfriend’s behavior, and hops onto her bike again.

*~*~*~*~*

“Your omelettes are always so much better than mine,” Virginia says, moaning as she sinks her teeth into an enormous bite of egg and cheese. Logan, calmly dicing bell peppers to mix into her own omelette, smiles.

“All food tastes better when it is prepared by someone who is not you.”

“You’ve clearly never had anything the twins have cooked.” Virginia takes another bite, pops a multivitamin into her mouth, and chases it down with a gulp of milk. “Besides, it tastes better because you made it.”

“I am not the most accomplished chef in the world, certainly, but I am glad you enjoy my cooking.”

Virginia laughs softly. “Lo, I like your food because it’s prepared by someone who loves me. I can taste the love in everything you make for me.”

Logan turns back to her peppers to hide her blush. “Love is not a measurable ingredient when cooking.” Virginia laughs again, louder this time; when Logan sets the knife down, she hears Virginia’s chair scrape out behind her as she stands, feels her arms wrap around her waist, feels the cool skin of her face press into her neck.

“Love you.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Stressful day at work?” Logan asks, hearing the door slam.

Virginia kicks off her flats, sending them flying into the wall with a clatter. Logan sets down her crochet project and moves toward the entrance of their house, where Virginia is shrugging off her rainjacket to reveal a mint-green Peter Pan-collared blouse and dark gray dress pants. “The stressiest.”

Logan takes the jacket and shakes it out on the tiled entranceway before hanging it on the hook. “I am sorry, beloved.”

“Lots of assessments, lots of parents who don’t understand why I’m assessing their kid, lots of parents insisting that there’s nothing wrong with their kid, or that there’s no way their kid could possibly have the deficits that I’m seeing. Like, I wouldn’t make this shit up, you know? Literally, let me help your child. You came to me, remember? I’m not in the habit of imposing myself onto people.”

“That sounds very stressful,” Logan says. She tries to picture a life where she spends all her time interacting with people she doesn’t know on a regular basis instead of her little corner of the university biochemistry lab where she only has to interact with three or four known people and her immediate supervisor, mostly by email. It sends icy fingers skittering down her spine.

“It is, I hate it. I mean, Kitty’s my supervisor until I get my C’s, so if I have problems I can consult with her, but like . . . why are people the way that they are.”

Logan stretches up and presses a gentle kiss to Virginia’s cheek. “I love you, Ginny.”

Virginia exhales and folds herself around Logan, draping her body over her girlfriend and going limp and boneless. “I don’t wanna be a real person for the rest of the night.”

“That can be arranged.”

“But it’s my night to make dinner.”

“I do not mind switching and having you make dinner tomorrow,” Logan says. “This is an acceptable deviation from the routine.” Virginia pushes her face into Logan’s neck, and Logan nuzzles the side of her head, and she sighs like the entire world has lifted off her chest.

*~*~*~*~*

(This is how it starts:

Logan, taking a class on British literature in her sophomore year because she needs to meet her core requirements. Logan, meeting Rosie, disagreeing with her on almost every single point she raises in class, hating when they’re paired up for their midterm project but earning the best grade in the class overall. Logan, seeing a text from Rosie about how her housemate needs people to participate in a research study for extra credit. Logan, making the long trek down to the health sciences building and seeing Virginia for the first time, thinking that she’s pretty and not knowing that she’ll be thinking that for the rest of her life.)

*~*~*~*~*

“Hello, gorgeous,” Virginia hums.

“Are you talking to me or to the mint plant?” Logan says, aggressively stabbing her pointer finger against the Delete key. It clacks loudly, and she mutters an insult under her breath. “I am going to set myself on fire. I swear to god, I am.”

“Obviously the mint plant,” Virginia says, turning and dropping a kiss on Logan’s head. “You okay, honey?” Logan grumbles more and shoves the laptop away from her with a disgruntled noise. Virginia moves the laptop away and leans over to kiss her forehead.

“I am trying to politely word an email whose essence boils down to, ‘If you do not send me my fucking samples in a timely manner, I am going to be forced to commit an Atrocity the likes of which this earth has never seen’,” Logan says.

Virginia laughs so hard that she sits down on the tiled kitchen floor, wiping tears from her eyes. “You are so funny,” she wheezes. Logan feels her irritation fade a little under the brightness of her girlfriend’s joy. “Let me see the email, I’m good at professional bullshitting.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Braid my hair!” Rosie says, throwing herself down onto the couch. Logan lifts her laptop up just in time to keep Rosie’s head from slamming into the keyboard.

“Ginny is your best bet for braids, Rosie. I have limited experience.”

“It doesn’t have to be fancy, It just has to be off my neck.”

Logan saves her document and sets her laptop on the coffee table, poking at Rosie’s ribs until she slides onto the floor and settles cross-legged between Logan’s thighs. “A comb and some hair-ties would be appreciated.”

“REMUS!” Rosie shouts.

“WHAT?”

“BRING ME A BRUSH AND SOME HAIR BANDS!”

“GET YOUR OWN!”

“I’m going to kill that man,” Rosie mutters, rolling to her feet. There are suspicious muffled thumping noises from the other room for a few minutes before Rosie emerges, victorious, hair somehow even messier than it was in the first place.

“You are the single loudest person I have ever met,” Logan sighs, taking the comb and the hair ties and beginning to drag it through Rosie’s curls. Rosie winces, just a little, at the pull of the comb, and Logan tries to be more gentle.

“Thank you!”

“I did not say that was a compliment.

“Hey!”

*~*~*~*~*

Logan tugs her sweatshirt sleeves down from where she’d rolled them up previously, shivering a little. Part of her wishes that she had worn leggings instead of capris as she drags the folding chair a little closer to the bonfire, toes dragging through the still-sun-warmed sand. The speaker set up on the food table blasts some sort of current pop music, and Rosie and Poppy dance around each other, chanting the lyrics at each other. They are both very loud and very off-key and, Logan suspects, fairly drunk as well. Remus is in the ocean (definitely buzzed, potentially naked) and Jan is standing at the edge of the ocean, watching to make sure he stays alive.

“Hey,” someone says, low and rumbling in her ear. Logan does not flinch (just barely) and turns to see Virginia, holding a plastic cup with a poorly-drawn sketch of the state of Virginia on it. Her hair is starting to come loose from its messy bun, and her sweater sleeves keep sliding down over her wrists and nearly dunking into her drink, and her breath smells sweet and alcoholic. When she lifts her hand to Logan’s cheek, her fingers are cool, and Logan shivers.

“How’s my girl?” Virginia asks.

“Cold,” Logan answers honestly. Virginia laughs, tipping her head back and exposing the long strip of her neck. Logan wants to lick it.

“You’re adorable,” Virginia says, leaning in and pressing her mouth against Logan’s ear. Her breath is warm and slightly damp. “So pretty, my Logan, and so smart. I bet you know exactly what chemical compounds are making the flames turn that color, hmmm?”

Logan can feel her face burning hotter than the bonfire, but Virginia just sits languidly in her lap, feet propped up on the armrest. Her toes are painted pale purple, and the glitter sparkles in the firelight.

“How many drinks have you had?” Logan asks.

“Enough to feel all tingly,” Virginia says, swirling whatever’s in her cup. “How many have you had?”

“None,” Logan answers honestly. Virginia leans her head against Logan’s shoulder, and her wispy frizz tickled Logan’s nose. She sneezes, and Virginia giggles in the high-pitched, superficial way she only giggles when she gets really, really drunk.

“You sound so cute when you sneeze.”

“I do not.”

“Of course you do,” and now Virginia is looking at her, eyes glowing warm in the firelight. “You sound cute when you do anything. You’re cute when you exist. You’re cute no matter what. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Logan hates the taste of alcohol, but she leans in and kisses Virginia anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

“Lo.”

“Hmmm?”

“Pick a color.”

“What?”

“I’m painting my toes again. Pick a color for me.”

Logan flops over onto her stomach, staring at the neat row of creme polishes sitting on their ottoman. Virginia’s bare feet are propped up in front of them, spread apart awkwardly with neon lemon gel toe spreaders, and she studies the nail polish like she’s trying to determine which vial isn’t poisoned.

“I like that one,” she says finally, pointing to a pale pink polish the color of the flowers Virginia brought her on their first date. Virginia hums, picking the bottle up and tilting it critically in the light.

“Not the one I would have picked, but I said you could pick, so I guess we’re doing it.”

Virginia tosses some bottles of toppers (or “tacos” as she calls them, slang from one of the YouTubers she likes) onto the bed while she paints her toes, and Logan sifts through them to settle on a blue-yellow iridescent one.

“I do not know how you can get behind wearing something called a Unicorn Skin,” Logan says. Virginia just shrugs and plucks the bottle from her hand. Their fingers overlap - Logan’s warm from where they’ve been tucked under her body, Virginia’s cool from where they’ve been gripping the glass bottle. Impulsively, Logan lifts Virginia’s fingers and kisses the tips.

“You’re going to smear the polish,” Virginia mutters, even though she painted her fingers earlier today and they’ve been dry for a while. She doesn’t bother to yank her fingers away, either, so Logan kisses them again.

*~*~*~*~*

“Logan!”

Logan is fully aware that the only thing keeping Poppy from crashing into her like a floral-sundress-covered cannonball is the casserole dish in her hands. She counts her blessings and steps aside to let Poppy in.

“Where’s Jan?”

“Getting something from the car! It’s my turn to drive us home, so she brought something to drink.”

Jan primly kicks the passenger side door shut with her heeled ankle boots, a bottle of wine grasped by the neck in each hand.

“I hope you do not intend to drink both of those in their entirety tonight,” Logan says. Jan rolls her eyes and offers one of the bottles to her.

“This one is a gift for you and Ginia. The other one is for me.”

“None for Poppy?”

“Poppy is the designated driver, so she will not be drinking. And I know she already told you that.” Logan rolls her eyes, and Jan flips her off. “Are you going to invite me in or not?”

“What are you, a vampire?” Virginia shouts from the kitchen.

“Only one of us dresses like the undead, darling, and it isn’t me,” Jan calls back, stepping into the house. “Are the twins here yet?”

“They cannot attend. Remus has orchestra practice and Rosie is teaching a dance class. You already knew both of these facts, because you are in the group text.”

“I am not.”

“You responded to a message in the group thread fifteen minutes ago.”

“That was the NSA agent assigned to monitor me.”

“You are a liar.”

“What else is new?”

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

soda poppy: hey every1! DONUT 4get to make ur bakesale goodies and drop them off at r house by 7 am on fri!

lo tide: Please use normal words. I am begging you.

snesbian (snake lesbian): then beg.

lo tide: I do not recall asking for your opinion.

snesbian (snake lesbian): and yet i give it to you anyway. am i not generous

virgin: if you don’t stop making fun of my gf i swear to god

virgin: also remus if you don’t stop changing my name i’m gonna end you

virgin has changed their name to gin(ny) and tonic!

gin(ny) and tonic: much better anyway

violets are blue rosie is me: i believe you meant anygay

gin(ny) and tonic: i said what i fucking said

ace attorney irl: you changed your name :(

gin(ny) and tonic: every day the Lord regrets giving all of us mod powers in this chat

snesbian (snake lesbian): i have no such regrets

lo tide: Can we circle back to the bake sale, please?

soda poppy: Whatchu wanna kno???

lo tide: I assume it is school related?

soda poppy: yep!

soda poppy: fundraising 4 this year’s art club field trip! since im the faculty advisor im in charge of approving and setting up 4 the fundraisers

lo tide: I see. And why, exactly, is it our responsibility to make things for this fundraiser? Should it not be the students’ responsibility?

soda poppy: they r makin stuff 4 it but also i gotta make sure some of the stuff will b edible yknow

lo tide: I see.

gin(ny) and tonic: listen i know that jan is like. a professional pastry chef an shit. but i’m not making anything fancy like a cheesecake or smthn

gin(ny) and tonic: i’m making like. fuckin brownies

snesbian (snake lesbian): smh don’t you care about the Children at all?

gin(ny) and tonic: no. they’re not my kids

ace attorney irl: i will make cookies

soda poppy: u cannot make them inappropriate shapes

ace attorney irl: :(

violets are blue rosie is me: do not worry, i will make sure they are an appropriate shape

violets are blue rosie is me: i’ll make cupcakes!

lo tide: I believe I have a recipe for lemon squares that I can make. Will lemon squares be sufficient?

soda poppy: yeah! just keep ur stuff free of common allergens like tree nuts

gin(ny) and tonic: so my plan to just yeet you a bag of reese’s peanut butter cups and call it a contribution is out then

*~*~*~*~*

Virginia throws a box of brownie mix into the cart and dusts her hands off. “There. Done.”

Logan raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t give me that look, we have the rest of the ingredients at home. We have tap water, we have oil, we have eggs, we don’t need anything else. What do we need for your lemon thingies?”

“Lemons, presumably.”

“You’re a comedian,” Logan deadpans. Virginia flips her off, and then leans in to kiss her cheek. “I do need lemons, though. Lemons, more eggs . . . I have a list in my phone.”

“What phone?” Virginia says, dangling Logan’s galaxy-patterned case above her head. “I think you’re too short for this, Lo.”

“Give me my phone,” Logan says, rolling her eyes. Virginia wiggles it above her head, laughing.

“Maybe you should give me something in return.”

“Like what?”

Virginia grins. “Like a kiss, perhaps?”

Logan rolls her eyes again, but she leans in and kisses Virginia gently, swiping her phone back when Virginia lowers her hand to cup her face. “Thank you for paying the toll, sweetheart.”

“You are ridiculous,” Logan says. It doesn’t stop her from gently kissing Virginia’s cheek before pushing the cart down the aisle again.

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

lo tide: What time did you want us to drop off the baked goods, Poppy?

soda poppy: if ur gonna b in the area, u can just drop them off at my house!

ace attorney irl: i made some of the shapes inappropriate but those ones r 4 u and jan

soda poppy: what did u make 4 the bake sale?

ace attorney irl: . . .

soda poppy: what did u make 4 the children, remus.

ace attorney irl: nothin’ too crazy! jan had some normal summer shapes - suns, flip flops, etc. etc. used those

soda poppy: :D thx remus!

ace attorney irl: made some fishies too! but the octopi are just for u an jan.

ace attorney irl: i . . . may have painted dicks on them

soda poppy: well at least u warned me right

*~*~*~*~*

“Did you get the right kind of popcorn?” Logan asks.

“If by ‘the right kind’ you mean ‘your favorite kind,’ then yes, I did,” Virginia says, coming into the living room with a large yellow bowl full of fluffy popcorn. “What are we watching tonight? It’s your turn to pick, isn’t it?”

“Gay fish,” Logan says.

Virginia sets the popcorn on the coffee table and blinks at her. “That is . . . quite the description of Finding Nemo, sweetheart.”

“Not Finding Nemo, Ginny. Luca. It’s new, and it’s not explicitly gay, but there is a very obvious queer reading. I thought we could watch it together.”

“Anything with you sounds wonderful.”

“Sap,” Logan mutters. She leans in to kiss Virginia’s cheek, but Virginia turns at the last moment and presses their lips together.

“Are you sure you want to watch a movie?” she says. “We could just make out instead, if you want.” She pushes gently on Logan’s stomach, guiding her to lay on her back on the couch. Virginia lays on top of her, gently sliding a hand to rest warm and heavy on her stomach. She leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Logan’s neck, and then her jaw, and then rubbing their noses together.

“Tonight is movie night,” Logan says. Virginia presses their mouths together, and Logan hums, gently pressing up into the kiss. “We should be watching a movie.”

“Are you sure?” Virginia says. “I think we should pursue this avenue a little further.”

Logan squirms a little. “I - I would not - um - no, thank you.”

Virginia’s eyes, which were hazing over with something, clear as she blinks. “Okay, sweetheart.” She leans back, sits up, pulls Logan into a sitting position. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” she says. “I just - I am not in the mood for that tonight. If that is okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Virginia says. She holds out a hand, and Logan takes it. Virginia kisses the back of it before settling herself on the couch. “I am so proud of you for expressing a boundary and telling me you were uncomfortable. I know that expressing boundaries is something that we’re both working on, and you did a wonderful job. Tell me what you want, Lo. Please?”

“I would like a kiss,” Logan says. “Just one. And then I would like to cuddle, and - and I would like us to watch Luca together. Is that acceptable?”

Virgil nods. “Of course, love. Come here, hmmm?” Logan settles next to her, and Virginia gently cups her cheek and presses their mouths together. “I love you, Logan. So much. Of course we can watch Luca now.”

Virginia lays an arm along the top of the couch, allowing Logan to cuddle up against her and rest her head on her chest. “I love you,” Logan says softly.

“I love you too, sweetpea.”

*~*~*~*~*

Logan rolls over, yawning, and feels a small weight displace itself from her thighs. She blinks awake slowly, lifting her head and pushing her curtain of curls aside to reveal a black cat mewing at her grumpily before settling into a sushi roll beside her.

“Did I wake you? I am sorry, Galileo . . .”

Galileo settles against her, purring softly, while the ash-grey cat at the foot of the bed pads slowly up to curl on Virginia’s back. “That’s your favorite spot, isn’t it, Andromeda?” The cat emits a soft “mrrrp” before settling back down to sleep. Logan yawns, smiles, and gently strokes her hears. “What should we do, girls? Shall we stay awake and be productive members of society?”

Neither cat responds, and Logan looks at Virginia. She’s haloed in the morning light, eyes tightly shut, mouth hanging open, drool leaking into a puddle on the pillow. She snores a little - one, two, three snorts before settling back into a deep sleep.

“No,” Logan decides, “we shall not.” She lays back down, gently nudging Galileo a few inches over so that she can snuggle up to Virginia. Galileo stretches out, pressing a paw directly into Logan’s cheek. Logan shoves her, and she resettles onto Logan’s feet with an indignant noise.

“You can sleep by my face when you do not kick my face,” Logan mutters, curling into her love.

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

soda poppy: r u all comin 2 the bake sale 2morrow?!

lo tide: I was under the impression that we were only providing the baked goods. Is it not for the students at the school?

soda poppy: we got waaaayyyy more stuff than we thought so we r havin a 2nd bakesale 2morrow 4 parents an stuff!

soda poppy: we r gonna need sum help with setup though . . .

lo tide: Poppy, please do not even -

soda poppy: 🥺🥺🥺 p l e a s e

lo tide: Poppy.

snesbian (snake lesbian): logan

lo tide: If I agree to stop and pick up coffee for everyone, will that motivate you all to turn out?

violets are blue rosie is me: i’m always a slut for free coffee

lo tide: I’m sorry, where did I say that this would be free?

violets are blue rosie is me: D:<

ace attorney irl: eh i’m down for it. where you swingin’ by?

soda poppy: there’s a panera p close 2 where the bake sale is!!! it’s gonna b at the morning girl’s basketball game

lo tide: Does anyone have any issues with Panera coffee?

violets are blue rosie is me: nah. large iced coffee, add three ounces of half and half, two pumps of sugar syrup, two pumps of vanilla, and caramel drizzle.

ace attorney irl: complicated bitch much?

violets are blue rosie is me: why must the cain instinct betray me like this

ace attorney irl: the cain instinct started when we stole each other’s genders in the womb

violets are blue rosie is me: this is true this is true but you’re still a bitch

ace attorney irl: large hazelnut coffee, two sugars, please

snesbian (snake lesbian): large dark roast, black

soda poppy: medium decaf coffee, two ounces of almond milk, and two pumps of sugar syrup!

gin(ny) and tonic: large caramel latte

lo tide: You . . . are going to ride in the car with me to pick up the coffee, we can order our own coffees. I do not need your order, love.

lo tide: But I appreciate the information <3 <3

*~*~*~*~*

“We come bearing gifts,” Virginia announces loudly. “And by gifts, I mean we bought a baker’s dozen of cinnamon crunch bagels for everybody.”

“Well, there are twelve cinnamon crunch bagels and one plain bagel, bagged separately, for me,” Logan corrects, expertly balancing two coffee trays with a bagel container. “Also, we made more brownies.”

Poppy looks up from where she’s instructing two high-schoolers on how to hang a sign properly and grins, waving brightly. Jan is leaning on the table, hand on her head, sipping at a water bottle.

“Vodka or whiskey?” Logan asks dryly, handing over Jan’s black coffee. Jan blinks at her, flips her off, and drains a long swig from her cup.

“Water. Partied a little too hard with Remy last night, and now I’m hungover as shit.”

“We suspected as much, which is why we brought you an extra coffee.”

“Lifesaver,” Jan says, knocking back another long drag of coffee before taking a sip of her water bottle. (Logan suspects the bottle is actually Poppy’s, due to the sun-shiney stickers plastered all over it.) “You and Poppy both. But if you tell anyone that, I’ll gut you like a fish."

“No, you won’t,” Logan says, turning to hand Rosie and Remus their respective drinks. “You never do.”

Jan flips her off, but Virginia comes up behind her and leans her forehead against her shoulder. Logan turns, kissing her forehead, and smiles.

Life is good today, she thinks. Life is good.

(screen names!

virgin -> gin(ny) and tonic; ginny <3 = virginia (virgil)

lo tide = logan

snesbian (snake lesbian) = jan (janus)

soda poppy = poppy (patton)

ace attorney irl = remus

violets are blue rosie is me = rosie (roman) (thanks to @rosesisupposes for letting me borrow your screen name for this!)

[logan-the-artist]

since yall liked fem virgil and patton, janus is now part of the saga lmao

[brandstifter-sys]

Dare to Dare

For @moceit-appreciation-week Day 3: Game Night

Word Count: 1971

Characters: fem!Patton, fem!Janus, fem!Remus, fem!Roman, fem!Virgil (mtf)

Rating: T

Warnings: Genderbend, mild innuendo, background dukexiety

Pat hasn't had much experience with friends outside of school, so when she finds herself hanging out with Rosa and Reina at Vi's apartment, she gets pulled into a game of truth or dare. She winds up revealing her crush and it turns out that she might just be the luckiest lady on campus.

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Pat had no problem with hanging out at Vi's apartment with the twins. It was a nice break from the drudgery that is college. They were just sitting around and watching some Disney movies when Ro had a brilliant idea.

"Truth or Dare!" Ro cheered and paused her beloved Cinderella. Pat glanced at the girl perched behind her on the couch, expecting her to say no. Violetta was not a fan of these sleepover games, especially when Reina was wiggling impishly on her back and swinging her legs over the back of the couch, narrowly missing her.

"Sure, if it gets Duchie to knock it off," Vi said and grabbed Reina's ankle before she got hit, "And I get to ask first."

"Really?" Ro gasped and clapped excitedly, "By all means!"

"You good, Pat?" Vi asked, noting her hesitance.

"I, uh, never played before," Pat admitted shyly and rubbed her arm. She wasn't really used to spending time with friends at night.

"I promise I won't dare you to strip and show off your big b—" Reina began, only for Vi to push her off the couch.

"I was gonna say 'butt!'" Reina whined. Vi rolled her eyes and sighed. Pat smiled apologetically at her and rubbed her knee.

"I want to play, but keep it clean, at least for me."

"Sure thing."

"Absolutely!"

"I'll keep it PG 13. I wanna see tattoos and collar bones."

"Thanks. Okay so can you show me how this works? I'm pretty sure I know the basics," Pat asked with a bit more enthusiasm.

"It's pretty simple," Vi shrugged, "Princess, truth or dare?" Pat watched Ro roll her neck and smirk, not one to back away from a challenge.

"Dare."

"I dare you to order us some pizzas and pay for them," Vi said with a dark smirk. She could see Ro's hopes and dreams crumbling.

"Fine. But first, Changeling," Ro said, getting Reina to scramble to her feet, "Truth or dare."

"I'm an open book so, dare, if you have the guts!" Reina grinned.

"I dare you to call your crush and tell them you're pregnant with their child."

"Pfft! If only I had to use my phone!" Reina laughed and flopped on the couch. She grinned at Vi and fluttered her lashes.

"I'm pregnant with your child, Scare Bear!" she giggled. Vi blushed and averted her gaze. She eyed Pat, just to be sure she was okay while Ro stepped into the other room to order.

"It's pretty simple, if you think you got it."

"I get it and I'm ready!" Pat giggled.

"Then, truth or dare, Patty-cake!" Reina grinned.

"Um dare," Pat winced. She did not want to answer some of the Duchess' questions. The wicked grin that crossed her lips had Pat regretting that decision.

"I dare you to plant a steamy smooch on the next person to come to the door!"

"Does it have to be on the lips?"

"Nah! I can't really dare you to do anything really fun, so just a smooch!" Reina laughed and nudged Vi's leg.

"If you want to switch to truth, you can."

"Yeah! You can tell me who keeps showing up in your wet dreams!"

"I'll stick with the dare!" Pat squeaked. Reina pouted and shrugged.

"Suit yourself. It's your turn since you have to wait!"

"Vi," Pat said feeling a little less disturbed, "Truth or dare?" Vi tapped her thumbnail against her lip and glanced around the room. She could trust Pat to give her a dare that wouldn't be humiliating, and to ask innocent questions.

"Don't cower now," Ro jeered as she returned, sitting on the floor with pride.

"Dare."

"Hmm I had to think of both, didn't I? Pat giggled, "I dare you to take off your hoodie for the rest of the night!"

Vi sighed and took off her hoodie, revealing the sleeves of tattoos on her upper arms. It was a mild dare.

"The E did nothing to those arms!" Reina swooned.

"Let's switch it up," Vi said quickly, "Duchie, you know the question."

"Dare!"

"I dare you to keep your mouth shut until the pizza gets here. Unless it's your turn."

"Mean!" Reina whined before locking on to her sister, "Okay, Princess, truth or dare?"

"Dare, naturally, as if you have to ask!" Ro huffed and glared at her twin.

"I dare you to say something genuinely nice about me!" Reina grinned. Ro's face twisted in pain and she took a deep breath.

"You don't smell like a walking trash can from a seafood restaurant."

Reina shrugged, accepting it, giving Ro the opportunity to continue the game.

"Pat, truth or dare?"

"Truth," she replied, curious to see what that option would lead to.

"If you have a crush, who are they?" Ro asked with an eager smile. Pat knew that she was royally screwed, because Rosa loved playing wing woman.

"Um," she said shyly and hugged her knees to her chest, "well, there's this girl in my philosophy class—she's so cool and smart and charming." Pat closed her eyes and pictured the woman in question as if she were standing right there. She could see the birthmark on her left eye, her piercing glare that could cut through steel, and the long dark hair that framed her face.

"Go on," Ro pressed. Pat bit her lip and sighed.

"Why bother? She's so far out of my league and I don't think she likes me at all."

"Because I'm curious and you have to tell the truth, including who she is," Ro pressed and crawled to her, placing her arms on the couch cushion.

"Her name is Janette," Pat squeaked. Vi fell off the back of the couch with a thud.

"Oh no!" Pat yelped and got up to help her friend. Vi got up and motioned for her to sit down again, which she did.

"Did you say 'Janette' as in Janette Dioli?"

"Do you know her?" Pat asked and looked at her friends' faces. Vi was stunned. Ro's jaw dropped. Reina was wiggling and squirming, tugging at her hair because she couldn't speak.

"She's my cousin."

"Oh, uh, is that a bad thing?"

"Depends on what you really think of her," Vi shrugged and glared at the imp slamming her fists on the ground, "Alright you get a free pass, I want my deposit back!"

"She's totally into you!" Reina nearly shouted when she got permission to speak, "Little Miss Goth-itrescu won't shut up about this sweet little lady in her philosophy class and Logan's lecture! My god now I know why she's scared shitless to make a move! You have to ask her to get coffee or to be her chair!"

"What?" Pat gasped, "Really? You think she'd be interested in me? She's so pretty and suave and witty and I'm—"

"A kind, sweet woman with so much love to give and an open mind," Ro cut her off.

"And a great amount of squish and a killer rack!" Reina added.

"You lost your free pass," Vi huffed. Reina pouted and stared up at her with puppy eyes. Vi was immune.

"If you really think that someone with as much snark and twice as much sass as me is someone worth your time and attention—"

"You're my best friend, and you're worth my time and attention. If you're saying she's a lot like you, why wouldn't she be?"

"Do you want to get coffee with her?" Vi asked and pulled her phone from her pocket to check her texts. She smirked and put it away before Pat thought she was texting Janette.

"Yes. I really do. But I can't just ask her, I might get too nervous to speak or I might be way too bold!"

"That's up to you, I won't push you to do anything, except doing your dare."

"Thanks Vi, all of you. I need a little time to think about all of this. Can we get back to the game?"

"Yeah, you're asking," Vi said and leaned on the couch.

"Vi, truth or dare?" Pat asked with a smile, still blushing from the new information. Janette actually liked her of all people?

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Duchie and Princess, wherever they choose," Pat said with a giggle. Vi pouted and knelt by Ro. Ro huffed fondly and tapped her cheek. Then she stood up and marched over to Reina. The little imp was grinning and tapping her thigh.

"You're kidding," Vi sighed and got on the floor, kissing just above her knee. Reina grinned as Vi rose and glared at Pat. She was so gonna get it!

"Alright, Pat, truth or dare?"

"Uh, dare," Pat said and curled into herself. Vi had the perfect revenge already planned, but there was a knock on the door. The pizza was there.

"I dare you to answer the door, and don't forget Duchie's dare," she said with a smirk and pulled out her phone, texting someone at light speed. Pat winced and nodded. She brushed off her shirt and pulled her hair behind her shoulders.

She approached the door with Ro on her tail and flung it open. She was stunned to see Janette standing there in a black blouse and slacks, frowning at her phone and holding two pizza boxes.

"I don't care if you're family, I still expect a fair tip, and hanging out with you and the twins is not a fair tip, even if those two want kisses."

"Um," Pat winced at her harsh tone. Janette looked up and gawked. Ro swooped in and snatched the prepaid pizzas with a knowing smirk and left them to figure things out.

"I didn't realize you were going to be here, I apologize for my curt tone," Janette muttered shyly and averted her gaze.

"It's alright, you just got off work and I know Vi is your cousin and she's a little rough around the edges," Pat said and swayed shyly.

"It doesn't excuse the fact that—"

"I don't hear smooching!" Reina shouted and cut her off. Janette flushed as quickly as Pat.

"Um, I know this is sudden, but can I kiss you? It doesn't have to be—"

"It does!!"

"It really doesn't have to be on the lips if you aren't comfortable," Pat said quietly. Janette met her gaze and sighed.

"I don't want to fight Reina, and I would be okay with it if you are. It's just a dare, afterall."

Pat quickly placed a soft kiss to her lips and giggled.

"If you want, maybe it doesn't have to be just a dare," Pat suggested. Janette paused and smiled at her.

"Coffee? Perhaps before philosophy?"

"You got it! Did you want to come inside? I think Vi is expecting you," Pat said and moved to let her in.

"She is. And just to be clear, I don't have to kiss anyone else?"

"So far, nope. We might get back to playing truth or dare. But you don't have to join in if you don't want," Pat said with a little more pep as she closed the door and led Janette to the main room. She was surprised when they were only met with Ro.

"She had to drag the Changeling to her room to keep her quiet," Ro said with a sigh, "I pray she literally has a pet spider to show."

"She has two," Janette mused, "But she doesn't take them out of their tanks. You're both safe."

That's a relief!" Pat giggled, "I'm terrified of spiders!"

"What about snakes?"

"They're so cute! As long as they don't try to bite me they're okay with me!"

"You sound like second date material," Janette teased and sat on the couch. Pat sat next to her and beamed. She could probably prove to be third date material too!

[itsoverfeeling]

Just posted a lesbian moceit one-shot! If you like demons, mysterious women, dorky patton, or patton with adhd, then I’ve got what you need :)

[iclaimedtobethebetterbard]

Would you ever write fem!Sides content?

aaa thank u for the ask!!

ooooh this is a good question and. i genuinely am not sure?? i often use the sides to project my transmasculinity or my nonbinaryness onto and explore those things and my relationship with them. so just through that fact alone, i think i am much less drawn to fem!sides than i might otherwise be, because of how extremely personal my approach to the sides and gender often is.

i'm not going to say i would never do it, but i think it's unlikely to happen in the near future, because my gender feelings are A Mess rn lol. and people irl keep pushing femininity and womanhood onto me when i have done my best to make it clear i am not comfortable with them doing that, which is very unpleasant and makes it a lot harder for me to connect with femininity on my own terms. so that complicates things rip.

(i will say lesbians moceit with butch patton is very big brain though. i could also see fem loceit being really fun. and possibly dukexiety.)

[ask me what i would & would not write!]

[ghosttb0y]

Some Fem!Janus and Fem!Mociet for the day~

[d-c-it]

*sigh* what if it was moceit?

[monkeythefander]

//Ship mention: implied Moceit

I play Just Dance a lot, so here’s a Fem-C!Patton drawing based on the Just Dance stage for the song “Teenage Dream” by Katy Perry. I plan on making these Just Dance inspired TSS drawings a series, so I’ll be using the tag #justdancetssau for the posts involved in this series. @thatsthat24

[not-exactly-laborious]

IT'S LESBIAN DAY

hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!