#fun fact i watched Logan at my house in black and white with my parents

[watchthekittycatcher]

logan

[calumance]

i feel like baby logan doesn’t get enough attention and maybe that’s just because he’s the middle child and middle child never get the same attention as the oldest or the youngest do but i can imagine logan actually being in a serious relationship with a girl (or a boy, we don’t judge) and they pay SO MUCH attention to him and he almost hates it cause he’s not used to it. i also imagine him getting away with a lot as a kid/teen as a result of eyes always being on aiden and bailey, lil rebel

I may have gone in a different direction than what you were originally thinking? I don’t know. I hope you like it though! (let me know if you want more 👀)

           Logan sat quietly at the breakfast table with a spoon in one hand and his phone in the other. Around him was utter chaos. His mom scrambling to get Bailey ready for school, his dad running rampant alongside Aiden who had dropped by to get help on a paper that he neglected write. Aiden had moved out almost two years ago to go to college but would drop by when he needed help with something. Which was almost every day. Logan looked down at his bowl of cereal and shook his head, it was like he never actually left. No one ever seemed to pay attention to Logan until it was time to go to school, then he was pushed into the car like a herd of cattle.

           When Logan and Bailey were dropped off at school, whichever parent that was driving would kiss Bailey goodbye and then vaguely yell towards Logan. He would turn and wave awkwardly back, but continue walking into the school, the only place he felt like he didn’t have to deal with the chaotic nightmare that was his home. The bell signaling the students had two minutes to make it to their class rang just as Logan shut his locker. As he weaved his arms through the straps of his backpack he turned. He jumped at the sight of Jack, the boy from his physics class that he struck up a friendship with and has found attractive for more than half the school year. “Hi, Logan,” Jack said with a sweet smile.

           Logan finished adjusting the straps of his backpack and swallowed, “Hi, Jack.” As the pair started walking down the hallway, Jack started to ramble on about something that happened with his family the night before. Although Logan was listening, his mind was elsewhere. Logan knew he was attracted to both girls and boys from a young age. And it wasn’t that he thought his parents would disapprove of his sexuality, it was more that he felt they didn’t care. His parents were always so busy with Bailey or other things, that Logan was always left in the background. Classic middle child syndrome.

           Jack stopped dead in his tracks and Logan lifted his head to see that they were at Logan’s classroom. “Anyway, what are you doing this weekend?” Jack asked clacking his heels together.

           Logan looked from inside the classroom to Jack and raised his eyebrows, “Uh, nothing. I think my dad is in the studio all day which means my mom will be preoccupied with my sister.” Logan cleared his throat and looked at his feet. Aiden probably wouldn’t be around either, the weekends is when he goes out to all of his college parties.

           “We should, maybe, go to dinner or something?” Jack swallowed in nervousness and suddenly Logan’s heart started to race.

           His heart was beating so fast that he had to look down to make sure it wasn’t jumping out of his chest. Logan nodded and looked back up at Jack, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

           “Great,” Jack said with a smile wider than Logan had ever seen. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven.” Jack nodded and quickly walked down the hallway, reaching his classroom just as the bell sounded. Logan let out a breath and walked into the classroom.

           Home was still a chaotic nightmare even when Aiden wasn’t there. Almost every night his parents had someone at the house, and they always brought their kids, which were either much older or much younger than he was. Bailey was playing with some of the kids they considered cousins, while the other group were swimming in the pool. Rolling his eyes, not wanting to do either thing, he walked down the hallway to his bedroom and closed the door. Which is where he stayed until the next morning.

           It was quiet in the house which meant he could walk around without having to deal with the chaos. It was his favorite time to be home, it meant he could make himself some coffee and head into the backyard and just enjoy the time alone. Once everyone started to stir, he would sneak his way back inside and into his bedroom. Hiding away from everyone until it was time to get ready for what he considered a date.

           Logan looked at himself in the mirror. He had decided to dress a casual, but not t-shirt and jeans casual. He was wearing a denim button up that he left open but rolled the sleeves to his elbows and underneath was a plain white t-shirt. He pulled on a pair of black jeans and cuffed the legs so that just an inch of his ankles was showing. He topped the outfit off with a pair of white converse that he rarely wore and accessorized with a watch and some beaded bracelets his dad got him in Japan the last time they toured. As he sighed, accepting his outfit choice, he looked at his watch, then his phone. Jack was outside wondering if he should come in. Logan furiously typed a message back, “No, it’s okay. I’ll be right out.”

           After sliding his belongings into his pockets, he left his room and tried to find his parents. His mom and dad were in the living room. His dad had big headphones on, still being in writing mode from being in the studio all day, and his mom was reading a book. Logan cleared his throat, “I’m going out, I’ll be back later tonight.” His mom barely tore her eyes off her book as she reached her hand up and waved at him. He nodded and made his way to the front door, not a single other word being said to him.

           Logan shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked out the front door. Jack was leaning against his car, something in his hand. Jack smiled and pushed himself away from the car when he noticed Logan walking towards him. Once Logan reached Jack, he wrapped his arms around Logan, pulling him in for a bear hug. Feeling a bit unsure for a moment, Logan left his hands dangling in midair, but the seconds Logan smelled the intoxicating scent of Jack’s cologne, he gave in to the hug, and wrapped his arms around Jack’s middle. “I, uh, got you something.” Jack said as he pulled away from Logan. Jack handed him a black box with a silver bow on the top. “It’s not much, but I didn’t know if you liked flowers, so I got you this instead.”

           Logan swallowed the lump in his throat and started to open the box. Once he pried it open, he saw the silver band inside. Logan looked up at Jack and chuckled, “I thought you said it wasn’t much.”

           “It’s not, I found it at that store you told me you liked. The one at the mall that no one shops in.” Jack rocked back and forth on his feet, putting his hands in his pockets.

           Again, Logan chuckled. This time it was more because of how weird this all felt. He mentioned that store to Jack once, and he mentioned it to him months ago. “Thank you, I love it.” Logan finally choked out. Jack nodded and turned to open the passenger car door. After closing the door for Logan, Jack jogged around the front of the car and plopped into the driver’s seat, a smile on his face as he turned the engine over and pulled away from the house.

           They sat across from each other at the restaurant, laughter falling off both their lips. They had known each other for a while now, but this felt different, it felt real. “Why don’t you talk about your family that much?” Jack asked, placing the glass to his lips.

           A sigh escaped Logan’s chest as he sat back and looked away from Jack, “Because you could easily look up anything you want to know about my family on the internet.” It came out crude and harsh, but it was true.

           Jack nodded and pointed the conversation in a different direction, “What was it like growing up with a famous dad?” Jack put the glass down and it clunked against the clothed table.

           “I got away with a lot.” Logan smiled and suppressed a laugh, “My older brother is the star of the family, he is a carbon copy of my dad, so everyone loves him. My sister is the only girl in the family, so everyone loves her simply for that fact.” Logan twisted his glass between his fingers and took a deep breath, “I just exist. I’m a carbon copy of my mom, who was never famous, she’s only known because she’s been with my dad so long, and my parents are always super busy, and my siblings always manage to catch their attention first.” Logan looked up at Jack and smirked, “So, I tried to push the limits and see what I could do to get noticed. When I was younger, I would put random things in the grocery cart, then as I grew older, I started sneaking out, all kinds of stupid things. My parents never noticed. I don’t do those things now because I’m more mature than I was, but it was definitely fun while it lasted.” Jack laughed at Logan and held his glass towards Logan. They clinked their glasses together and continued talking the rest of the night.

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[hottestthingalive]

Let's see how you turn this fake tittle into analogical: “And this is why you don't try to run away from home on the middle of Halloween”

i lost my first draft of this. have my second one. if i have to make a third though i might lose my mind

But it helps that I was told to write analogical, and therefore will feel no guilt when I do this time >:D

-Virgil grows up surrounded by warnings.

-Never sing in the darkness, his parents and teachers and friends and family say, whispers and reminders that guide their lives. Tell the bees of the events of the day. Wear black after the first leaves fall. Do not make deals with a stranger if you cannot see their eyes. 

-And on All Hallow’s Eve (or Samhain, or Halloween, or simply October 31st, depending on who is speaking) always be inside when midnight strikes. 

-Except. 

-Except Virgil stopped listening to his parents a long time ago, if only because thinking of himself as worthless and useless and a burden and a failure got to be exhausting. And his teachers, as he gets older, seem to say a lot of things that are wrong. He doesn’t have many friends anymore, and the rest of his family... Well, he never got along with them, anyways. 

-He still obeys most of the rules, if only for convenience’s sake. If he wears black in the fall and winter like everyone else, if he is seen whispering to bees as he tends to the garden, if he is careful and cautious and anxious all the time, no one suspects anything, for that is the way they all are. And thus he is not suspicious, and no one seems to notice that he hoards money in a box under his bed, that the bank account he’d originally made separate from his parents’ to “learn responsibility” has been completely cut off from them, that he studies maps of the town and looks into housing and works on fixing up his ancient car whenever he has the free time. 

-It is a town of warnings, and it is a town of monsters, too. And Virgil has always dealt with monsters by hiding, clamping his hands over his ears and curling up in a ball under his bed. 

-He thinks, now, he will try running. 

-And so on the night of October 31st, he goes to bed at ten. “Goodnight,” he says to his parents, and when they check on him just before midnight, standing at his door and looking at his bed, he pretends to be asleep. They do not check under his bed and see the bag stashed underneath it, or pull down the covers and see him wearing his sneakers and jeans under them. He hears them go to bed, and when he checks on them a few minutes later, they are sound asleep. 

-This is Virgil’s only chance, the night when no one will be outside to call his parents and tell them their son is leaving. He has been out after dark before, though never on Halloween -- invariably, someone spots him and calls his family. They are respected, in this town, and as his mother tells him, they cannot tolerate disrespect. Even the mayor is under their thumb, Virgil thinks, as policies his father agrees with pass and ones he disagrees with are never mentioned again. 

-No one crosses the Mallorys. Except, of course, their own son. 

-At half-past midnight, he climbs out of his window, backpack slung over one shoulder and his suitcase already packed into the trunk of his car, parked a little ways down the street. It is an easy climb, one he has made many times before, and though it is cold outside, his sweatshirt protects him from the worst of the wind. He has his parka and boots in the car as well, plus food, water, money -- all he needs. He is seventeen now, Virgil reminds himself. He can do this. It is legal. 

-He tries not to think about what will happen if he is caught, so clearly trying to leave, and on All Hallow’s Eve, no less. He tries not to think about what his parents will do. 

-He tries not to think about it, and yet the sound of his heart in his ears blots out every other sound. 

-It is surprisingly easy. He sticks to the shadows, makes as little noise as possible, blinks slowly at the cats that he passes and watches them blink back, and he is in his car in no time at all. He is sure people hear him driving past, rush to their windows to see who is so foolish, who is awake, but he goes as quickly as his clunker of a car will allow and he leaves houses behind for the forest in no time at all. 

-“Fuck,” he says, because he doesn’t know what else to say, and he can’t help but grin. 

-Said grin abruptly vanishes when someone beside him says “Well, you seem to be in quite the hurry.” 

-Virgil nearly drives the car into a tree, turning to see a man sitting beside him. He’s tall, the man, and is dressed one of Virgil’s teachers, blue tie and black polo shirt and black khakis. He is wearing sunglasses, the kind where you can’t see the eyes at all, and yet Virgil knows that he is looking directly at him. 

-“Don’t panic,” says the man, which, yeah, too late for that, buddy. “I will not hurt you.” 

-“Oh, that’s comforting,” says Virgil sarcastically, his knuckles white as he clings to the wheel. “Who are you? Did my parents send you?” 

-“No,” he replies, and adjusts his glasses. He does not answer the first question. “I thought your people did not leave your dens on Samhain.” 

-Virgil blinks. Turns that over in his head. “What are you?” he asks next, and the man grins. His teeth are pointed, and gleam in the light from the console. 

-“Oh, so you are a clever one, then,” the man remarks, and Virgil tries to focus on not going off the road when the creature whispers its title into his ear. 

-“Fuck,” he says, and it is not celebratory this time. 

-“I told you I would not hurt you,” says the being beside him, sounding oddly perplexed. “I come in peace? I... offer my support and aid in whatever venture you may chose to embark on?” 

-Virgil just stares at him for a moment, before returning his eyes to the road. “Will you get out of my car?” he asks, though he already knows the answer. 

-“Not yet,” he says. “This is fun. Do you want a... ‘granola bar’?” 

-He is holding out one of the bars Virgil had packed for the trip. It is peanut-butter flavoured, in bright packaging. 

-“I know not to accept your food,” he says. 

-“It is not mine,” the thing remarks, sounding confused again. “It is yours. And it is not enchanted. Why would you refuse it? Do you not like it?” 

-Virgil is silent. The creature taps his chin with one long finger, staring down at the granola bar in his hand, and then straightens. “Ah. You do not trust me.” 

-He still does not answer.

-“That is... understandable,” he agrees, sounding rather dejected nonetheless. “I swear, though, I mean you no harm. I have come to warn you, in fact.” 

-His kind cannot break an oath. Virgil knows this. That is the only reason he turns, breaks his silence, asks “Warn me of what?” 

-“They hunt you,” says the creature. “Your kin. They want to find you, Virgil Mallory, before you disappear.”

-He doesn’t even ask how this being knows his name. “Why?” Virgil says instead. 

-“Humans will always cling to power,” he replies, tapping a finger to the space between Virgil’s eyes. “And you are gifted.” 

“Cursed, more like,” he mutters, batting the hand away. Virgil’s eyes are purple and green, two unnatural shades that have always seemed to glow slightly in the dark. His parents had made a point of never speaking of the warnings surrounding a thing like him, but he heard them nonetheless. 

-Beware of children whose eyes are not their own, and keep a changeling close, if you ever hope to see your own child ever again. 

-There is a reason he grows his bangs over his eyes. 

-“Gifted,” the being insists, and Virgil just sighs, turning to look at the road behind him. Even if he felt inclined to doubt his story, the lights of cars speeding down the road behind him is more than enough proof. 

-“Okay,” he says. “How do I escape them?” 

-The creature holds out his hand, glasses shining, and Virgil can’t tell if they are reflecting the console or the moonlight or if they aren’t reflecting anything at all, glowing from the inside. “Let’s make a deal, Virgil Mallory.” 

-They find the car, parked in the middle of the road. This is all -- it is empty, nothing at all left behind to indicate it ever held Virgil at all, save for the black and silver and blue and purple dust that looks like a galaxy and shines in the darkness, covering the insides of the car. All of his belongings are gone, and his mother runs her fingers through the dust and screams. 

-“I never got your name” Virgil says as he stands up, brushing the dirt from his jeans and turning to face the creature, in a forest far away where his parents will never be able to find him. 

-“I am Logan,” he says, and grins that sharp smile again. 

-It is years later that Virgil remarks “You know, I wasn’t supposed to make deals with any person I couldn’t see the eyes of.” 

-“Really?” Logan asks, tilting his head to the side, looking so adorably confused. “What of deals not made in person? How does that work?”

-“I couldn’t make any bargains with anyone from outside the town,” Virgil explains, moving his hands in the way Logan had taught him, the way that speaks to the bees and prompts them to come closer. 

-They stand together among summer flowers, before a hollow tree trunk, and around them the bees dance. 

-“I’d like to stay with you forever,” Virgil admits.

-“Well,” says Logan, taking off his sunglasses, “let’s make a deal, then.” 

-His eyes are like the sky at midnight, blue and black all at once, both absorbing light and shining with it, and Virgil thinks he falls in love all over again at the sight. 

-“I think I’m done with deals,” Virgil shrugs, reaching up to tug Logan into a kiss. “You could make me do anything you wanted without them, anyways, my love.” 

-Logan turns a delightful shade of red at that, and the bees hum around them as Virgil laughs. 

-He never returns to his village again. He tells the children they take (the ones who would have died otherwise, the ones who were hurt, the ones who were not loved) that he’d made a mistake, running away with a scoundrel of a faerie like Logan (appearing in the middle of a metal deathtrap of a vehicle, really!) but the way he wraps his arms around his husband afterwards doesn’t exactly make the children believe his story. 

-Virgil never regrets his deal made with the man whose eyes he could not see, nor does he regret running away from home on Halloween. He’s gotten Logan out of it, and the other beings like himself. He’s found a family here, in this forest where the bees hide amidst his hair and the flowers curl their stems around his fingertips, where the other fey treat him like a gift instead of a curse and the children do not run away as he approaches. 

-He is happy, for the first time in his life. And the warnings he has grown up with vanish over the years, replaced with other words. 

-You are kind. You are a gift. You are loved. 

-I love you. 

-And so Virgil breaks every rule, disregards every warning, and he has never been happier.

-(Except for the one about bees. Bees like gossip, and it’s always good to tell them about the events of the day, especially the deaths. Sometimes, they can help.)

I actually loved writing this one!!!! I hope you liked it too, anon! 

Send me a fake fic title and I’ll tell you what I’d write for it!

[mother-snake]

Me: *looks at completed homework* *looks at Jessie* *looks at homework* Now that I have my freedom your heart is in danger once again. Be warned brave friend.

Also me: JANUS!! GET YOUR BLOND HEAD OUT HERE!!! I NEED YOU AGAIN!

faintly in the distance: noooooooo

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All the sides were wearing black.

They just got home from a very sad event that day, no one wanted to say the title out loud because they couldn't accept that he was gone. Rain hit the mindscape windows, similarly, tears were streaming down all of their faces.

After the event, all the sides went to their rooms. All except a certain dark blue side.

Logan was on the couch. Black suit being crumpled by the lax sitting position. In his shaking hands was held a letter. Everyone had at least one letter. Logan had the most with five letters. Each one had a number.

Logan grabbed the letter labeled #1

It was of medium size. White envelope contrasting with the red wax used to seal it. The only thing that marked that it was for him was the blue ink used to mark his name.

Trying not to tear the paper. Logan opened the letter and started to read.

Dear Logan,

I guess if you're reading this I'm gone. To that fact, I'm truly sorry. I wish I could be there. But this is for the best.

I suppose you know what happened to the dark side by now. If you don't well.... Its gone. Wrath, Apathy and Depression were just getting too powerful, it didn't matter how much I hid them away they still got to Thomas... and I can't have them destroying Thomas's life. I need to do my job, even if it kills me. I really did enjoy your company! I hope you know that.

Often times the only thing that could get me out of the bed in the morning was being able to see your face. Or being able to debate with you. Or seeing you talk about space for hours! God Logan, I could go on for hours about how you made my horrid life better. You were my best friend.

These letters are going to be written over a period of time. I don't think I have it in me to say goodbye to the 5 people who made my life tolerable all at once. I'm going to be writing one letter a day. Till tomorrow Logan?

~Deceit Sanders

Logan let out a steady breath. He refused to cry over the first letter. He debated over reading all of the letters at once but.... Janus said tomorrow... He'll read letter #2 the following day.

The next morning was just as somber. Logan sat on his bed and gripped the second letter.

This one was the same size, but the envelope was a light baby blue. The seal black. Logan opened it with just as much care as before.

Hello Logan

Another day, another migraine? I get it... Not the time for jokes. I just finished writing Roman's second letter. I always felt so bad for everything involving Roman.

I manipulated him, I told him lies, I compared him to his brother. Kinda makes me deserve this I have a feeling he might try something. Snake instincts. Watch him for me, please? You five need to be a family, I've witnessed what happens to sides to end up hating eachother. Its not pretty. You don't want that Logan.

I guess that is what makes me have to do this. If we only acted like a family I wouldn't have to do this. I wouldn't have to do a lot of things if the darks weren't pricks.

The stupid thing is that I know you would try to talk me out of this plan. And you're right. God you're always right. Why do you have to be right all the time? I wish I was right all the time. But its ok. I'll be the side who hides the truth.

Blessings and a curses, right?

I'll write to you again tomorrow Logan

~ Janus Deceit Sanders

Logan gulped in another breath. He could read that crossed out section... Janus was right. They have to be there for eachother.

Why don't they go watch Janus' favourite movies? That sounds like a fun way to remember someone. Logan got the others.

-time skip-

It was just passed midnight. Everyone else was asleep on the couch as Coraline played on the TV. Logan stared at the third letter. It was technically the next day.... Logan grabbed the letter.

This letters envelope was a burnt tan colour. Yellow wax acted as the seal.

My dear, Logan

I never wanted to be hugged so much then I do right now. I have to barricade my door to prevent Wrath from getting inside, he's always been a loud side.

I remember when I was nothing but a child -Virgil is ten years older then me. Did you know that? I forget that sometimes- I always had blond hair. I know that you and the other lights also have lighter coloured hair. Well anyway. Wrath hates my hair, says that I don't belong. I can also only do that little silencing trick when I'm on your side of the mind. And I can only automatically heal when on the light side too. Huh. I never released how long that list was. Maybe I'm just defective... That has to be it... Right?

I always looked up to you. You could tell people how it was and not cower when things go wrong. You truly are amazing Logan. You need to show the others that. I know that the others love and care for you. You need to accept that love logan! Please. Don't fall into a similar pit of despair I fell into so long ago. I never escaped that pit. Don't fall in it too.

I know how you like to cope Logan. You seek familiar things that remind you of that person. Thats why I did something for you. Under your bed is my all time favourite book, Good Omens, My favourite snacks and an USB with my playlist on it. I hope you love them as much as I did Logan. I'll write to you tomorrow.

~Janus Sanders

Janus wasn't lying when he found the little care package. Logan wasn't crying. Absolutely not! Patton was cooking with onions. Logan never released how much he loved chocolate covered pretzels and jazz until that moment.

The next day Logan didn't even bother to get dressed. He just grabbed the next letter. A soft pastel yellow with a blue seal. Logan tore it open, eger to read what the yellow side wrote next.

Dear Bluebell,

Kinda weird calling you that. But I guess I won't be alive long enough to see your negative reaction. Bluebells were always my favourite flower. Would it be rude to keep calling you bluebell? Well, I guess it's a little too late for that.

It just came to my attention that by this time tomorrow I'm going to be...Gone. I made the poison that would get rid of them. My venom is one of the only things that can kill a side. Would be a bit ironic dying from my own venom huh? Well, I might as well tell you my plan.

Do you remember that party you and the others snuck into? The masquerade? We're having another party tomorrow. And it was always my job to serve the wine. We can't have the others being suspicious to why I didn't drink my wine. They will be dead in less then ten minutes. My venom is painful. But it'll kill them. I'll kill them 10x over, I'm not looking forward to five minutes in where the venom shuts down your lungs.

Anyway, I'm a side known for plans right? Not always the best plans but it counts. I still remember debating with you as Patton. Maybe... Maybe I could sneak over today? Pathetic last wish, but I would love to have a hug and a movie. I'm going to head over to your side soon.

Bluebell Logan when I'm gone. I need you to do something for me. Don't let them forget me...Please. That is all I want. I don't want my body to be left inside of that empty house. I don't want to die next to the people I hate the most. All I ever wanted was to see you smile. I'll see you later today.

~Bumblebee

Logan was crying. That day... Janus asked for a hug and a movie.

He only gave Janus a hug after the look of heart break was too much for him to bear. Logan didn't wait to grab the next letter.

My Beloved Bluebell

Today is the day, I never thought I would admit this but... I'm scared. Do you think that there is Heaven and Hell for sides? If there is I guess I'm going to hell. Suicide is a sin. Not like anything else I've done deserves heaven.

I don't have very long for this letter. 30 minutes. I have 30 minutes till my heart stops. God I'm terrified. This is the last letter I'm writing Logan. I finished writing Virgil's letters yesterday. All thats left is your letter. And holy fuck I'm scared.

I have to do this, I overheard Wrath making a plan to overthrow the mind. I can't let that happen. I would fail at my only job. It doesn't matter if I'm scared or not, I need to do my job. Thomas would suffer if I didn't.

20 minuites, I have ten minutes till the party. My hand is shaking. Can you tell from my writing? I hope you can still read this. If you can't the letter is pointless.

Logan, I know that this is never something you would reciprocate but...

I love you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to take you to the moon for a honeymoon and take you dancing among the stars. I wanted to be the tired husband that has to deal with your legionds of roommates. Logan I love you so god damn much I can't put it into words. I know you could never love me though. Its ok.

Take care of yourself for me please. Don't let your beautiful family fall apart. Don't let the despair of my death cause one of yours. Don't let one of the others blame themselves. This is no ones fault but mine.

I love you

~Janus Sanders

Logan dropped the letter and let out the most agonizing scream that could ever come out of his mouth. He cried. He cried and cried and cried. He cried until no more sound came out and his eyes burned.

He didn't notice when the other four came into the room and held him close.

All Logan did was trace the words on the page.

"I love you too, my bumblebee."

The sides could only feel the hole in their heart grow bigger.

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I made myself sad again. I CAN'T EVEN CRY! MY PARENTS ARE IN THE ROOM! Curse my own brain ;-;

Here it is!

[fieryfantasybooklover]

The Eyes In The Everywhere - An Analogical fic

Chapter 1 - Many Teeth And Paintings

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In one galaxy, there was a space station. And in that, there was a viewing deck. And in that viewing deck there was a glass window. And that glass window opened up onto an Earth about to be destroyed. Its destroyers are cosmic beings. Ones unmerciful and unwilling to spare humanity, in all its graces and all its cruelties.

Logan Sanders strode briskly down the hallway, nodding to any superiors or comrades he passed. Offering a “good day” or just a simple hello. The hallway was sterile, pristine and white. The paintings that happened to be on the walls were cyan and scarlet, several feet tall by several feet wide with eyes in faces that watched the people walking down the hallways, never ceasing and never giving any sign of what purpose they served. Some of the paintings looked almost human, but not quite. There was just something… lacking. The Eden station had been founded in the year 2030, intended to be a permanent outpost in space. Charged with monitoring the star spangled expanses of the void of space for signs of life or other habitable planets, the station was occupied by eager interns, veteran astronauts, and some of the greatest minds of the century. That is, until something seeped in.

Logan Sanders was a NASA intern, specifically one who monitored, archived, and discussed large amounts of data and observations brought in from space outposts. And our Logan here was a very very smart man. Smart enough to see and remember everything he saw with watchful eyes. And it was always the little details of the station that unnerved him, ever since he’d volunteered to be stationed there. The fact that the station was shaped like an eye. The fact that the temperature was always several degrees lower than it should be. The fact that he would sometimes find himself trembling in fear, for no apparent reason. The fact that fog sometimes obscured his eyes. And the fact that everything seemed slightly different after said fog cleared. Each time he explained it away, but as of late that task was getting harder and harder.

Logan continued to walk down the hallway towards viewing deck A. It was his lunch break, meaning he had exactly a half hour to eat before he absolutely had to get back to work. It was imperative he did not slack. And after all, he loved his work. Sitting down on one of the chairs that offered a dizzying view of space, Logan pulled his lunch out of his satchel. I haven’t talked to himAnd began to eat. Soon, he was finished. Sitting for a few more moments, he stared, entranced, at the Earth.

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Shaking his head to clear it, Logan stood. Fighting off the sudden overwhelming vertigo that shook him to his core, filling him up with drops of regret. And anger. And hatred. And passive acceptance. Because, of course, nothing was wrong. “I really should get back to work now. I’ll report to Commander Janus in a few hours with all the observations that come to me.” and with that, Logan disappeared into the tangled metal eye.

Sighing, Virgil flopped backwards onto his bed. “We’re living in the age of everything-is-possible-and-vagueling-technological but I still can’t find that pesky book.” He thought to himself, frustrated. “Book, come outtttt!!! I really need you for an assignment that’s worth like 20% of my grade so can you show yourself please!” he shouted to nothing, staring at his ceiling. “God, I might actually have to borrow a copy from Roman again.” Virgil shuddered at the thought. “The last time I did so was unsatisfactory to the maximum. So much glitter… I might have to delay this project a bit...” Virgil trailed off, losing his train of thought as a shadow of something stole over him and away.

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Standing, Virgil quickly darted downstairs, past his parents’ empty for the weekend bedroom and down the old wooden stairs. He frowned at the lack of the usually extremely creaky floorboards. Sitting down at the kitchen table, Virgil flicked the television on and began working away furiously on a College Algebra Static crackled in the corners. The sweet scent of rot caressed the air. And Virgil noticed nothing of this, blissfully ignorant. The Eden space station is continuing its ventures into the unknown roads of space exploration. Every day, data is gathered that brings us closer to traversing space. The station is nearing its 10th anniversary of being in operation, and a celebration of some sorts is being devised both on the ground and in the sky. More at 7!!

A̶̘̳̲̎̈́̆n̵͔̞͎̞̈́́̅̍̚͝͝ͅͅḏ̶̥̽͊ ̸̢̛̙̭͙̦̩͚͕̈́̊̋̈́̿͐̉̚W̷͚͕̳͇͈͇̎̿e̸̲̖͛̓̚͝͝ ̸̭̺̇̓̂̏̅̄͑͠Ą̸̱̙͈͍̋̾̉͆̆̕ȓ̶̗͍̗e̵͍͔̯̳̲̎̄͑̚ ̶̝̫̮͔͕̬̞̈́͗͛͂̕͜͠C̶̣̫͉̃͒̋͆͌̇̐̕͝o̸͍͈̤͐̓m̵̨̯̼̗͚͕͍ḯ̵̫͔̯̮͍͔̩n̶̢͚͎̮̩͙̺͇̒̽̚g̷̢̛͚̤̪̙̥̪̩̮̿͆̈͋͂͋͜͝͠

Looking up as he wrote in the last answer of his homework, Virgil frowned. The television had blacked out. “Goddamnit must be the power again. I’ll have to call Remus over sometime tomorrow to help me check it out.” Standing, Virgil grinned. “But for now, it’s a Friday night. And I have nothing to do besides relax with friends I chill. Quickly texting Patton and Roman about meeting at Roman and Remus’s house, Virgil grabbed a hoodie and a MCR backpack and headed out the door, prepared for a chaotic night of fun and perhaps, if it involved Remus, slightly illegal activities.

Figures watched them all that night. Virgil and Roman and Remus and Patton. And Logan, too. Silent. Stoic. Many teeth set into permanently grinning faces. From a distance, the figures could almost pass as human. If not for the something that seemed to be lacking. Something extremely vital. Something that the lack of would signify a broken being, or one that had never been human in the first place.

The entire lights of the world flickered on and off

As the figures opened their many teethed mouths

A̸̧̭̦͍̤͔͓̟̳̠̍ņ̸̩̮̫͈̜̰͗̚͠d̶̢̛̹̒̀̍̄͘͘ ̷̫͌̂̈͆̈́̋ș̶̳̺͈͍̲̑͐͗̉̎̆̊͋̿ͅp̷̹͙̯̗͇̭̱̬͙̹̋̾̊ȍ̵̢͙̣͚͓̭̮̍͐̈̇͠k̸̨͖̹͔̙͍͎̈́̒͋̄͒̄͊̍͝e̷̡̱̺͎͉͍̝̙̿̓͗̽̕.

[al-pomegranate-seeds]

Ashes On Your Eyes

“When Virgil fails to pay rent for the third month in a row, he has nothing else to do except ask for help. That goes better than he expected, except now he has to deal with the fact that their feeling are doing all they can to come out to the surface.“

Pairings: Romantic LAMP, romantic Roman/Logan/Patton, endgame romantic DLAMP.

Genre: Urban Fantasy.

Tags: Fluff, getting together, Logan and Virigl are non-binary, Roman and Patton are both trans men, fae Logan Sanders, half-elf Roman Sanders, dragon Virgil Sanders, polyamory.

Characters: Roman Sanders(Castle), Logan Sanders(Croft), Patton Sanders(Morales), Virgil Sanders.

Eigth installment on my Unicia series, and direct sequel to Lilac Leaves.

AO3

Roman huffed as he looked at his shoes. For years, they have served him, but finally they succumbed to the hours dancing and running and whatever the hell he did at the theater that made the soles detach. He could only grumble at himself as he was reminded of how many times Logan had said he should apply some durability spells to it, but had he listened? He had, actually, it’s just that he immediately forgot about it like ten minutes later.

He set the shoes down as he saw Virgil walk towards him, looking vaguely sympathetic as well as amused.

“So, bad shoes?” Virgil asked, not making any effort to hide that little smirk that never failed to make Roman want to – do things. That he probably shouldn’t think about right now.

Roman huffed before saying, “Great shoes, actually, it’s just that they’ve been great for years and finally gave up.”

Virgil laughed lightly before sitting on Roman’s side and laying their head down on Roman’s shoulder. Roman was used to it, but surely enough, his heart did not miss the chance to start hammering in his chest. He was also used to that, it was nearing spring and their friendship had only grown, along with Roman’s feelings which didn’t seem to have any plan of going away any time soon, but he was okay with that, liking Virgil was a very nice feeling.

“Well, that’s what exercise will do to you.” Virgil said, and Roman snickered while moving so he could put his arm around Virgil’s shoulders and hold them against his chest. They only relaxed further, and if they noticed Roman’s rushing heartbeat, they didn’t say anything.

He heard Virgil’s stomach grumbling before he groaned, saying, “We should really eat something after.”

“We could go eat in my apartment.” Roman said, impulsively, and he could feel his face go red as Virgil looks at him. “I mean, you haven’t been to our new place yet, and it would be a pain to go to a diner with my fucked up shoe, and I’m sure Patton and Logan would like to see you – “

“Are you sure?” Virgil asked, worrying his lower lip between his teeth (Roman was almost overcome with the desire to grab their face and take up the job – shhhhhh fuck off), “I mean, you know I don’t like to intrude – “

“They literally love you, Virgil, I find it would be very hard for you to intrude.” Roman said, finally, and Virgil snorted.

“So you keep saying.” And after some moments of thinking, they finally said, “Yeah, alright, I miss Pat’s food anyway.”

“There you go.” He said, messing up their hair, making them weakly bat at his hands, and finally Larry called everyone for their activities.

Virgil got up, dusting himself off before turning to Roman and saying, “Come on, pretty boy, human mirror time.”

And thank the ghosts he turned and walked towards the group immediately after, because Roman found himself rooted to his spot for a few moments, face and heart both warm.

.  .  .  .  .  .  .

Roman opened the apartment door, and immediately yelled out, “Honeys, I’m home! And I brought Virgil!”

He knew he had set fire to the figurative gunpowder line. It wasn’t secret to any of the three (and frankly it probably wasn’t a secret to their close friends either) that they were all in love with Virgil. And could you blame them? Virgil was snarky, funny, strong willed, and absolutely adorable, with their face markings and their passionate rants about the last horror movie he watched.

(He was also absolutely beautiful and – well. The three of them had a lot of trouble with wanting to kiss Virgil every ten minutes.)

“Oh!” He heard Patton say, and finally he and Logan appeared on the top of the stairs of their two-floor apartment. Roman snickered to himself when he realized they were both flushed and disheveled, Patton’s hair half falling off its ponytail and Logan buttoning up his sleep shirt (which had clearly been on the process of being opened). “Virgil!”

He went quickly down the stairs before hugging Virgil tightly. They let out a low “oomph” before hugging Patton back. While they hugged it out, Logan walked towards Roman to give him a peck on the lips, and looking at him, all flushed and pretty – he had to resist the urge to just grab him and kiss him breathless because – well. Virgil was there. And they didn’t have his consent. Maybe one day.

Patton finally let go of Virgil and went to kiss Roman on the lips, and though he was sure Virgil didn’t notice, Roman could feel his hands tugging his just the slightest bit, which often meant very fun things for later.

When he finally let of Roman, Patton, with a blinding smile, said “I’m so glad you’re here! Do you want to eat anything?”

“Yeah. We’re both starving.” Virgil said.

Patton’s eyes went wide and he rushed to the kitchen, saying, "Well, we can’t have that now, can we? You both better sit down!” and they all followed behind him, as he grabbed the burgers they had ordered to eat when Roman got home.

They all sat down at the round wooden table, which was decorated with various cutesy stickers and ink stains, and as Patton set the food down, Logan put his feet on top of Roman’s lap, which gave him opportunity for some mini cuddling. They finally started eating, Virgil and Roman attacking the burger as if they hadn’t eaten in days, while Logan and Patton carried the conversation. The four of them, together and talking like this, felt like it’s what should happen every night, except with Virgil joining in on the flirting and teasing.

“Hmm, you know, if this was your nightly routine, I’m pretty sure I would never leave your house.” Virgil said, and Roman watched Logan’s face go shiny in a blush, while Patton looked at him over the rim of his glass of soda.

He put the glass down before saying, “Well, we certainly wouldn’t complain!”

This seemed to stir something up in Virgil’s brain, because he looked down at the table, looking like he was thinking hard about something before letting out a deep breath. “Actually, I wanted to ask you guys something.”

They all sobered up and straightened themselves, while Virgil put their hands on their table before saying, “You know I hate to ask for things, but I’m not gonna be able to pay rent this month, and this will be the third month in a row so – “ They let out a shaky breath before continuing, “I thought about sharing a place with Thomas but he’s already living with Corbin and Sloane and their apartment is pretty small, and I really don’t want to bother you but – “

“You can come live here.” Roman blurted out, and everyone looked at him. He ignored his red face and instead looked at Virgil, who had a scared but hopeful expression on his own face. “I mean, that’s what you were going to ask, right? This apartment’s plenty big, we got two guest rooms, and I’m sure none of us have a problem with this.”

“Right!” Patton finally said. “Of course, honey! You can live here for however long you need to!”

Virgil looked at Logan, who quickly nodded, and sighed, visibly relieved. “Thank you, guys, really I swear I’ll only stay here until I get a better job – “

“Frankly, Virgil, you staying here would hardly be a problem, even if it were to be permanently.” Logan said, and Virgil went bright red, the markings under his eyes turning from black to a light purple that wasn’t quite lilac, but it sure as hell was shiny.

“That – Thanks. I’ll, um, I’ll bring my stuff over next week?” They all nodded, and went back to eating.

When Virgil hugged them goodbye and went home, it only took the time they needed to lock the door before Patton pulled Roman by the shirt and pushed him onto the sofa, quickly climbing into Roman’s lap and kissing the breath out of him.

As Roman felt Logan sitting down by his side and tangle his fingers into his hair, he let out a whimper that was swallowed by Patton’s mouth.

He was sure he wouldn’t come out of this with a lot energy.

.  .  .  .  .  .  .

It’s next week, and they have just moved all of Virgil’s boxes into his new room. Virgil is laying down on the bed, mentally exhausted, some dark arts band playing in the background. All of his records, all of his notebooks, all of his family trinkets, were stashed in big boxes, and while they technically knew it would be better to start unboxing them now(specially before any of the other three did something well-meaning and found something embarrassing), they couldn’t bring themself to get out of bed. Before they could decide on something, someone knocked on the door.

They grumbled out a “Come in”, and Roman’s face appeared. “Hey, we’re going to have dinner now, if you’d like to join us.”

Virgil took a deep breath, before saying, “Yep. I’ll be down soon.”

Roman smiled at him before finally going down the stairs. Virgil just let his head hit the mattress as he repeatedly thought the word “shit”.

Why couldn’t he just be a normal friend? Why did he have to go and fall in love with a guy who didn’t have one, but two partners? And then, of course he fell for the partners too, because that was just his luck.

If mom had been here, they would have laughed before messing up his hair and saying “You feel too much love, little spider. Something like this was bound to happen.”

Oh, how he missed them, the markings under their eyes always either white or bright pink. How he missed the village, and their parents, and the food that never failed to make him feel full and loved.

Virgil decided he should go eat before he started crying.

The next couple of weeks went quickly as Virgil’s mind refused to process the change, and the fact that he was now living with the three men he loved. And honestly, could you blame him for loving them? Surely not. They were all very lovable.

Virgil was in the kitchen with Patton. The two of them were waiting for the cupcakes to bake so they could decorate them, and in the meantime, Patton was rambling on about his plans for Roman’s birthday, talking about the party they were planning to throw on Logan’s parents’ apartment. Apparently, there was going to be peach and strawberry cake, because those were Roman’s favorite fruits, and lots of honey, so they could expect Logan to get drunk at some point.

The oven beeped and Virgil got up quickly so they could open it. Needless to say, but it smelled amazing, vanilla and chocolate were his favorite sweet flavors, and this was literally Patton’s job, so Virgil almost said they should forget the decorating and just eat everything.

But Patton was really excited to make the cupcakes pretty, so Virgil went to grab the tray, except Patton yelped before he could even touch it.

“Virgil! You’re not wearing mitts!” He says, looking like he was going to get up and stop Virgil if they didn’t stop themself.

“Huh? Oh!” They laughed, before saying, “No, it’s okay, Pat! I’m draconic.”

“Oh!” Patton’s eyes go wide, and after Virgil grabs the tray bare handed and sets it on the table, he grabs their hand and examines it. “Oh, you’re right; it’s not even red, is that where your markings come from?”

“Yeah. They’re birthmarks, my mom had theirs on their neck, and when neutral they were white, but they would turn every shade of pink. My scales do that, too, look. “And then they pulled at their shirt collar to show the scales that started at their chest, and were now a glittery, deep shade of violet, just like Virgil’s markings. “They’re usually black, but when I’m content or laughing they go this color.”

“Oh.” Patton let out, and when Virgil looked back at him, his face was slightly red, with a lovely smile that showcased emotions Virgil couldn’t quite name. “Do you want to talk more about this while we decorate?”

“Oh – sure! I can’t believe I haven’t talked about the village to you three –“ and they went on and on about it as the two of them filled the icing bags.

“My particular village was on like, the top of a hill, with lots of forests and rivers. The winter could get real cold, and, you know, scaly, so by that time we would usually just all go into a big break, everyone had premade food they had been cooking and preserving with magic for months.” They grabbed a bit of icing in their fingertip and licked it off before continuing, “The family structure was different too, it was like, you know that saying, takes a village to raise a child? That was basically it. We had our specific families, we call them hoards though, and they were a lot bigger and less defined, my family was my mom, their sister and a lot of people that they loved but weren’t blood related.”

“That’s awesome.” Patton said putting little gummies on top of one of the cupcakes, “I think families would be a lot more fun if the definition was looser.”

“Yeah, definitely.” They went back to decorating the cakes.

.  .  .  .  .  .  .

Virgil was laying down on the couch, his head on Logan’s lap. She was reading a book about potion theory, while he was half-awake and enjoying her hands on his hair. He could feel himself purring, and if he wasn’t so deeply content he would probably be embarrassed, but honestly, who cared about being embarrassed when there was a pretty, glittery fairy playing with your hair?

Logan hums, captivated by something in her book, and Virgil hums back in a question.

“Oh, I was simply just reading about the use of potions in helping trans people transition, and I realized that our household is entirely trans.”

Virgil giggled a bit. Now that Logan had said it, he realized it was a bit true. “Well, technically I’m not trans.”

“Oh?” Logan put down her book, putting her other hand on Virgil’s hair as well, so clearly you couldn’t fault him for melting and closing his eyes again. “Why is that?”

Virgil took a moment to come back to themself (which was harder than people would think, with Logan basically petting them like a cat), before saying, “Well, being trans is, your gender not matching what you were assigned at birth and - “ He was interrupted by a low,  pleased grown when Logan lightly scratched his scalp, before, with a red face, saying, “I technically wasn’t assigned anything at birth, that’s not how my village did it, they just use gender neutral pronouns until kids find out what fits better.”

“Interesting.” Logan says, a subtle smirk on her lips. “So you don’t consider yourself trans?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m also definitely not cis, I mean, my experiences line up a lot more with trans people than cis people, you know? Oh, do that again.”

Logan’s smirk grows as she buries his fingers on Virgil’s hair with intent, and as their purring gets louder, she simply says, “You’re adorable.”

.  .  .  .  .  .  .

Virgil was sitting down on the couch, wasting time on his phone, when he heard a voice dramatically belting out something that he vaguely recognized was from a musical. He playfully groaned, setting his phone down just in time for Roman to grab him by the hand and pull him for a dance.

Virgil went with a yelp, and he was helpless to do anything besides let himself be led in a dance that didn’t seem to have a lot of rhythm, but Roman surely made up for it in enthusiasm, spinning Virgil around with ease as if he was made of cotton, and Virgil only managed to giggle and yelp before Roman finally gave him some reprieve and let him go. As he was breathing heavily, Roman continued to sing and dance on his own, before finally trailing off with a bow and an adorably expectant face.

Virgil couldn’t just look at that face and not go along with it, so they just started clapping before saying, “Good news?”

“Marvelous news! I have just been informed that the theater agreed to play one of my favorite musicals and I am ecstatic!” He said, arms up in the air. “Oh, this calls for a celebration! A dine out night with all my loves!”

Virgil winced internally. Of course, it made sense that he would want to go out with his partners before anything.

Roman took out his phone and started typing away happily, “Oh, we’re going to that fancy diner on the other side of town, I’ll text them and tell you the time so you can start getting ready – “

“Me? Why would I need to get ready?”

That apparently startles Roman, for some reason, because he stops typing and puts on this confused expression on his face, “Why – Didn’t I just say we’re going out?”

“Yeah, you said you’re taking your loves out on a dine out night.” Roman looks confused for a few seconds before his face goes entirely red.

“Oh! Right, I – I did say – I did say that – um.” He sputters, and Virgil has half a mind to laugh at him. “But, well, I do want you to come along, you know, um – “

“Hey, it’s alright, you can go out on your date, you don’t have to include me just to include me.” They say, hoping their smile hides the pain. It’s not – they have the right to go out on dates without including Virgil, it shouldn’t bother him so much. “Really.”

“That’s not – that’s not what this is at all!” Roman chews on his lip for a while, and before Virgil can start saying that they understand, he sighs heavily and says, “Fuck it, here goes nothing.”

He walks up to Virgil, stopping just in front of him to hold his hands, and says, “Virgil, I, I want to include you because – well – we love you.”

A beat passes, and Virgil finally says, “I know that, we’re friends, Patton tells me that all the time – “

“No, that’s not it. I mean – “He lets out a shaky breath, before continuing. “We love you, as in, we are all romantically attracted to you, and we want you to be a part of our relationship.”

Virgil’s ears are ringing. Surely they couldn’t have heard that right? But the longer he stays silent, the more panicked Roman’s expression gets, and finally he starts saying, “This isn’t – we were going to tell you all together, on purpose, it’s just – you’re so beautiful, inside and out, and we just – fell –“

“That’s convenient.” Virgil says, sounding a bit dazed. “Because I – I love you three too.”

They both stay silent for a few more moments, before Virgil starts giggling like a fool in love – which is exactly what he is. Roman follows him shortly, and soon they’re embracing and giggling together while Roman kisses all over Virgil’s face except for where they most want him to. Finally Roman stops his attack and just looks into Virgil’s eyes with an unfairly attractive and adoring smile that Virgil has to look up to, and honestly Virgil will melt if he doesn’t kiss Roman right this moment.

So he asks, “Can – can I kiss you?”

“Absolutely.” And Roman lowers his head while Virgil gets on his tiptoes so they can finally, finally, let their lips touch, and oh geese.

Virgil mind explodes a little bit even at just their lips touching, and after Roman starts using tongue, they go weak at the knees and let out some frankly embarrassing sounds. Roman decides to have mercy on them, and walks back until his legs hit the couch, dragging Virgil to sit on his lap, before proceeding to turn Virgil’s thoughts to mush, licking and kissing and grabbing Virgil by the waist with one hand and his hair with the other and frankly, they can’t do a lot more than accept what he’s given(not that that’s a bad thing) and let out little weak whimpers.

At some point he has to breathe though, and Roman, the fiend, doesn’t look nearly as breathless as he feels, but that only bothers him vaguely and for a few moments before Roman says, “Can I kiss your neck?”

Virgil’s brain short circuits and before he can even decide he says a weak “Please”, and Roman dives in for his neck and suddenly, there are lips on his neck and he can’t think or say anything besides Roman and please, over and over and over again.

And then they hear the front door opening, and Patton’s voice, surprised but most definitely not displeased, says, “Well, isn’t this a pretty image.”

Virgil looks at the door, and Logan and Patton are standing there, Patton’s face red and Logan’s face shinier than he’s ever seen it, and Virgil is panting while they close the door and approach.

“So.” Logan starts. “I take it you two had a talk?”

“Yeah.” Roman says. “I told them about – we love them.”

“Well, that’s funny.” Patton says, placing his hand on Roman’s shoulder. “Because I seem to remember we agreed to tell them later. And all together.”

“Yeah, well, this wasn’t exactly planned.” Roman says, almost petulantly. “I just – I said something and had to fix it, so.”

Logan clears his throat before saying, “Well, Virgil, I can see you don’t oppose to having a relationship with Roman, but – “

“All of you. I love all of you.” Virgil interrupts.

Logan’s face goes impossibly softer, and he grabs Virgil’s face with both of his hands, and says, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

“You – you should.” Virgil says, and he does.

Logan is different from Roman, softer and sweeter, almost like he’s afraid Virgil’s going to break, and Virgil lets themself get lost in the taste of his mouth and the feeling of his hands and how much they love him –

Logan eventually lets go of him, probably sensing Virgil needs to breath, but he doesn’t remove his hands from Virgil’s before leaving a long peck on their cheek.

Virgil puts his face on the crook of Roman’s neck to take some time to breath, which obviously makes Roman coo and play with his hair to calm him down. He also leaves a few kisses on top of Virgil’s head, which was not at all calming and comforting thank you very much.

When he’s finally breathing right again, he feels a hand on his shoulder, which makes him turn to Patton’s direction and oh, that smile should surely be illegal.

“Do I get anything, honey?” And Virgil is throwing himself at Patton, who simply pulls them to sit sideways on his own lap.

Patton kisses with more intensity than Logan, but he’s more controlled than Roman, almost as if he wants to be in charge of the kiss and make Virgil melt on his tongue and boy oh boy is Virgil okay with that.

He finally lets go, and Virgil tries to follow him with their mouth, but Patton simply grabs his face by the chin and looks into Virgil’s eyes like he’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

“Your face is lilac. You’re so pretty.” He says, a little bit breathless, and Virgil has half a mind to start kissing all of them again.

[dreamonminecraft]

oh yes, tell me more about this beautiful lesbian slowburn. I’m a sucker for a good love story

Okay so to start off, My sexuality fluctuates greatly throughout this story, but as of now I identify as a Bisexual lithsexual lesbian, which means that I am attracted to lots of people but lose attraction when the feelings are reciprocated, and I'll only date girls.

The story starts off August of 2018. I was starting 6th grade (middle school) and didn't really have any friends aside from a few people that I had last talked to in 3rd grade.

It's important to know that I'm a GT kid and so I almost always have the same group of about 20 kids. This started when I changed to an all GT class for 4th grade.

While it's nice to have a comfortable learning environment, it also means that there's no escape from any drama, and you get to pick friends from the very small pool of kids that you'll spend the rest of your education with.

This is a pretty long story as well and I'm not sure I'll be able to accurately retell many of the things because dates get mixed up and stuff. Anyway, I'm gonna try my best to explain but these are really only the things from my point of view and I don't remember a lot of the things. (This is also gonna be written like a fanfic because that's all I know how to write, I apologise)

So start of sixth grade, I don't really have any friends, I'm kind of this awkward nerd, there's 2 people in my class (we switch classes like normal middle school, but I'm with the GT kids for most of the day so that's what I'll refer to them as) that I've known for years, a few I've met before, but mostly new people.

I sit by some old friends from volleyball at lunch for the first few days but begin to feel unwelcome. One day I decide to sit by these two people that I know are in GT but haven't talked to before. I don't say anything, but I sit and they don't mind.

The next day we get new seats in English. I'm behind a boy named Owen, Inara, who is one of the girls I sat with at lunch, is to my right, and in front of her is a girl named Emilyse.

Inara and I hit it off immediately.

It's kind of crazy because we're both crazy anxious introverts, but we gel nicely. I'm a boyband-obsessed 11 year old and she's a mature and mysterious 11 year old.

She's a lefty. I'm a righty. The way we've been placed makes us bump arms everytime we try to write anything.

We have every class together. Somehow, we sit next to each other in every class as well, even in the ones where we didn't pick our seating chart.

It's September. I cry over boybands. She watches curiously.

For the next couple of months we casually talk. She spends every lunch period in the library. We text occasionally.

I have another friend who takes priority. His name is Logan. We got introduced by his friend Lennox when she asked for my phone number to give to him.

Lennox and I don't talk. Logan and I text nonstop for months. We discuss possibly dating in the future. I identify as bisexual and biromantic at this point.

I've been in this position before. Having mainly guy friends growing up puts me in a lot of awkward friendship/relationship situations. They always end the same.

I have an issue with dating in middle school. You're not dating if you don't go on dates, hold hands, kiss, or cuddle. But you can feel like you are.

In December Logan starts being mean. We start a game where we step on each other's shoes at lunch or in the hallway. It's fun.

Eventually, he recruits his friends to do it to me, too. It's a joke a first, but eventually there are 10 middle school boys chasing me and trying to hurt me.

I get kicked in the hallway and fall. Someone steps on my arm and people laugh. Logan watches. I tell Inara and she steps on his shoe for me.

Logan and I stop talking. Inara and I hang out more. By early January, Inara has stopped going to the library at lunch. We hang out with Emilyse in the field instead.

I text Logan one day in mid January and ask why we fell out. He says that I told someone that I was going to punch him in the face.

The person he said I told, only talked to me at the bus stop, and he didn't ride my bus. I had never said it in the first place, but his logic made it even more frustrating.

I tell him I got scared because I had a crush on him and didn't want to make things weird. It was a lie.

In February I came out to someone for the first time. They asked if I was bi and I said yes.

By March I had accepted that coming out didn't really make a difference. Inara and I hung out at school but not really anywhere else.

My birthday's in April. I invite her, Emilyse, and Rebekah. We paint rocks and draw on a table cloth. Emilyse feels distant.

Emilyse is homophobic. We find out in English one day. I don't remember how. Inara and I look at each other. We know we're both queer but haven't come out to each other.

I ask Emilyse if she would hate someone in GT for coming out. She says yes. Inara and I stop talking to her.

By May I've become obsessed with Marvel. Inara's interested in it and I decide to be, too. We talk about the movies. It gets awkward. She's not as interested when I get in on it.

By June we're best friends. We hang out fairly regularly, have all our classes together, and text all the time. Logan is forgotten.

School lets out at the start of June. We keep texting regularly. We make plans to see the new spiderman movie in early July with one of our other friends.

I have a complicated relationship with said friend. They're non-binary, although I didn't know it yet, and I've known them since Kindergarten. Inara met them in an advisory this year. I get jealous easily.

The day of the movie I shop at Kohl's. I buy the two of us matching shirts. We meet at the movie theater and it's awkward. I pay for popcorn and sneak in snacks that we share. Our friend's dad is there, but Inara and I don't have parents present.

We sit next to each other during the movie. At a certain scene, I start to get anxious. My stomach hurts and I can't breathe, I start to get sweaty.

I get up and rush out of the theater. I get to the women's bathroom and sit down on the floor of the very last stall. I'm panicing, dry heaving into the toilet, and trying not to cry. I try to text my mom that I'm having a panic attack but don't have reception.

I go back into the theater room after a few minutes. I'm still anxious, but better. Our friend is highly concerned, Inara just glances at me worriedly.

It's my first panic attack, and it sucked.

We leave awkwardly after it ends, trying to avoid the obvious elephant in the room. My mom is concerned when she picks me up. We don't talk about it. My dad and brother are watching it illegally when I get home.

We don't see each other until August of 2019, but continue to text through the rest of the summer.

When 7th grade starts, I'm still into Marvel. I've seen all the movies at this point, but there haven't been any new ones (even now) since FFH. Inara's interested, but not fully.

In late August/Early September we take BuzzFeed quizzes for fun and text each other the results. I take one about soulmates. I get her initials. I send her the link. She gets mine.

We take more and they all point to us being soulmates. We propose by sending pictures of rings over text. The wedding date is set for September 28th, 2019.

The time comes. It's Saturday and my brother has a double football game. We've planned to pick her up and take her there. It's a Christian league, so the games are at a church.

We go to the garden. There's a small white bench in some rocks, surrounded by flowers. We joke that we've had our ceremony. We wander around for a while longer.

My dad suggests that we go to the taco bell across the parking lot. We do. When we're done, we walk back to my house. Its not far, but we're alone. I carry her halfway back.

When we get to my house we pick things from my garden. We're barefoot and I'm wearing overalls. I joke that we're gonna get a farm one day when we're older.

She picks things while I stand back and watch. The sun hits her dyed-red hair just right. I vividly remember smiling at thinking "holy fuck she's pretty" you would think I'd put together my crush by then.

October rolls around and she cancels plans to go trick-or-treating with me. I'm upset but understand.

We "work" on a school project at her house. We don't actually get anything done before cuddling up on her bed and falling asleep to black panther.

In November, it's Emilyse's birthday party. We've gotten distant but still talk occasionally. Inara and I both go to the party.

We're watching Spiderman Far From Home because that's what Emilyse wanted. I've seen in twice, Ianra has too.

We're given candy and popcorn and then curl up on the couch. Inara and I sit next to each other.

(I forgot to mention this but at some point she stayed the night at my house. She slept on the floor in her swimming suit even though I asked if she wanted to sleep on the bed. Swimming was fun though. We also go to an arcade. We mini-golf and play laser tag. We also danced in the rain together at some point that day.)

Once we're no more than 15 minutes into the movie, I'm cuddled into her chest. It's important to mention that at this point I'm 5'6 and she's no more than 5'0.

We cuddle the entire movie. We share candy and pretend no one else is there. It feels great.

We don't talk about that night for months. Nobody brings it up. I come out to Rebekah around this time, saying no more than that I like girls. I still haven't told Inara.

By December, I've brought her to church a few times. I don't enjoy going to church, but my parents always encouraged it.

(I'd like to say at this point as well that I have been raised Christian and identify with the faith despite the fact that I despise Church and disagree with many of the common teachings. If I ever had to choose for some reason, my sexuality matters more to me than my religion. Regardless, I respect your beliefs if they differ from mine :) )

Inara's birthday is in mid December. Her party consists of us making gay jokes with our enby friend despite not being technically out to each other.

My church youth group plans ice skating. I invite her and she accepts. I'm worried about it. It's essentially a date. Neither of our parents will be there.

We carpool with the youth leaders, who are actually pretty cute for a hetero couple. Inara and I share awkward glances the whole time.

When we get there I learn that Inara took ice skating lessons as a child. She's much more confident than I am, but pretends she doesn't know what she's doing. I skate about once or twice a season, but also rollerblade.

There's a wet, sloped, melty part of the rink. I get nervous and grab her hand. She holds it until we're out of the melted ice.

Every lap around I grab her hand at that point. Eventually, we just keep holding hands for an entire lap.

By the end of the night, we've both fallen a few times but held hands the whole time. We drop her off and I say goodnight.

That night, I rant about the adventure to one of my (ex)friends, who excitedly listens to my talk about holding hands with a girl.

There's a GT Christmas party at Hannah's. Inara and I carpool there. It's an all together boring party with the exception of a few interesting truth-or-dare questions.

(side note, remember Owen? Well he's one of Inara and I's best friends and we were actually close enough that the three of us were basically cuddling on the couch during part of the party. Also the whole class knows about Inara and I's wedding and calls us wives.)

Paislie asks me if I wanted to "marry" Inara before we got "married". I mumble an answer that nobody hears. I don't repeat it. When it's time to leave, Inara and I have our legs intertwined on the couch. We don't mention that, either. We drop her off and I say goodnight.

January is good. There's a night, the 4th I believe, that we really connect. We officially come out to each other for the first time on that night, and it gets really real, really fast.

She says she's pan, I say I'm bi but confused.

In mid January she texts me that she's crying because one of her favorite YouTubers finally hit a million. She cries for hours but never tells me who. I pay it no mind.

A few days later, she mentions a YouTube channel called Unus Annus and tells me that it's super interesting. I text back but don't look it up.

A few more days pass and I'm randomly on the trending page for YouTube, which I never do. I see a video trending called "Mark and Ethan go casket shopping". The thumbnail is interesting enough that I check what the channel is. I notice it's the one Inara told me about.

I watch the video and subscribe within 5 minutes. I text Inara quotes from that video, Ethan Finally Becomes a Man, and the Lie Detector test videos, until she responds and is surprised that I found the channel.

I obsess quickly and depend on her to know the new video at 1pm everyday. She gets annoyed and we drift apart slowly.

In February things get rocky. We fight often. If I win a small argument she doesn't talk to me for hours. She gets pissed at refuses to tell me what the Unus Annus video is called if I ask too many times.

At some point I get fed up and confront her. I don't remember what about, but we stop talking all together.

Friends pick sides. I'm left alone. We don't talk for a month. She tells me that she pushed me away because she thought I'd react badly to her telling me she loves me.

I confess my crush. She tells me she feels the same.

We finally make up at about 8:30 on a Sunday night in March. It's not fixed but we plan to talk. And 9:00, the school district announces that it's shutting down until least after spring break.

We stopped trying to communicate, but eventually, slowly we started talking again. We text a few times a day now, mostly about UA and anxiety, the best combo.

We haven't seen each other since. We're probably going back to school in person in about a month, but I'm not sure. Nobody is.

I've called her my girlfriend on here before, simply because I don't know what we are. I joked the other day about how the youth leaders would react if I said I was texting my girlfriend.

Here's how that went:

So we're just jokingly married for now! It's a confusing pile of garbage but we both came out as lesbians the other day so that's a new development.

I don't know if any of that makes sense but I'll answer any questions anybody has :)

[mothmansfriend]

theres just no place in between

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Notes:This one’s even rougher i think, I have had a mixed episode but don’t remember much of it and also my experience was way different from remus because of the kind of life i live, and mixed episodes are hard to diagnose everyone’s very different! Sorry this took so long i had a depressive episode that kinda blacked out my motivation to do anything.

Something is different this time. There’s a ringing in his ear as he screams at Roman, his older brother though only by minutes. The man in front of him is the one he knows he’s only ever been a reflection of, if he cannot break out of the mirror he will contort it. He will make sure that when Roman looks into this mirror he will see everything he could have been if their parents had just picked the other from the beginning. Roman’s voice takes an undercurrent of concern when Remus starts crying uncontrollably, but he’s angry and Roman’s concern makes him even angrier. Remus screams at the image of everything he was supposed to be and says things he doesn’t mean just to make sure that Roman sees him, not the reflection, he’s sick of the reflections. In the back of his mind something reminds him that neither of them are their parents, they aren’t to blame. Remus pretends he doesn’t know that.

Later he stares into the mirror, the lights are bright, too bright they’ve never been so bright. Something has a grip on his shoulders and the invisible hands threaten to close around his throat, he stares into the mirror and sees the bags under his eyes visible due to his lack of eyeshadow and ringing in his ears sounds more and more like screaming. It’s louder than before, his disheveled hair matches his disheveled mustache full of styling wax from days ago. It feels like the light is getting brighter and brighter. D knocks on the bathroom door asking if he’s okay. Remus jerks backwards and the lights are back to normal, the screaming has quieted to a ringing in his ear once again. Remus looks back into his own eyes and tells D he’ll be right out and turns on the sink

This time the burst of energy wasn’t fun. This time sleepless nights in the studio wasn’t an option. This time the energy in his head didn’t say ‘go’ or ‘create’ instead it whispered ‘they don't want you here’ and ‘destroy’ as he whipped in and out of euphoria and devastating anger. It was vague and fast and confusing and Remus finds himself bullying his teammates and going too far. The freshmen tip toe around him, Roman refuses to entertain his antics at all. Payton and Jared decline his invitations and look at him with concern without knowing what to say. He finds Virgil avoiding him and D more often following. Coach Thomas’s tired looks becoming more and more exhausted and frustrated and even Joan lost the hidden amusement of his antics as he was suspended for three games.

Remus also finds himself considering how easy it would be to die more than he has ever before. He has always been curious and graphic about how it could happen, but that was morbid curiosity, not this. He finds the motivation to find bridges tall enough, buildings high enough that he can sneak into, he bought rope and sharpened his knives, ends up with rope burn and covered in cuts and bruises in no time as he convinces friends and teammates that he’s never been better and scares them away in a familiar way.Yet, he has days where he can’t get out of bed and it sounds like someone is shouting at him for being so terrible and lazy now too? Nights where he can’t sleep because of his racing but they all circle back to how little everyone likes him and how easy it has been to push them away. He keeps track of the times where he’s come to realize he doesn’t remember what he's doing or how he arrived, days blend together and suddenly it's almost spring break. It doesn’t make any more sense than it did before. Only now, it scares him a little.

This is their senior year. Remus knows he has less than two months now to graduation but his grades are falling fast and he can’t bring himself to care, or tell anyone. He’s handing in half finished assignments only working when D and Logan can catch him and drag him into whatever classroom they broke into for their study sessions. He gets lost listening to Logan explain a concept to him again, he was offered a fidget toy after he broke his pen when he spaced out that at least prevented more damage, but couldn’t help this irrational irritation that followed. He finishes the assignment that night, but still doesn’t feel even a little proud of himself for it. The guilt of making Logan and D spend almost the whole evening on a little assignment he could’ve done himself lingers as he lays in bed so exhausted, but his veins feel like they're full of buzzing bees, each one begging him to do something, anything, but nothing gives him the satisfaction he needs.

Remus grins for the first time in weeks, filled with complete euphoria as he stands on a bridge staring down at the dark water reflecting the orange and blue sunset, wind in his hair and one of his new friends nervously ask if they’re sure this is safe. There are four people including Remus holding onto the bridge. The woman, probably a year or two younger with scars up her arms and a t-shirt that belongs to a boy she dated years ago yells over the wind that she does this all the time, tell them, she nudges a boy with coloured hair who repeats what she said and climbs over the guard with Remus and the girl who’s name Remus forgets. Remus isn’t worried and stops listening as he begins bouncing in place, the bridge clearly much taller than the ones he’s jumped off of with the team when they go out for the summer, but that fact being exactly what thrills him so much. He vaguely hears the other friend’s concern increase and their refusal to jump. Remus feels his hair whip around in the wind as he dramatically rolls his eyes, “If you wanna be a pussy no one’s stopping you, but you can’t stop us either. Quit whining,” he sneers right before he kicks himself off the bridge. Remus savours the butterflies in his veins as he’s freefalling in the air, these few seconds feel like hours and as he finally plunges into the cold water entirely submerged and he hears as the other two land in the water. His lungs beg for air and he resurfaces just as the pain becomes unbearable and he laughs maniacally until the others resurface and continues to laugh floating in soaked clothing.

It’s spring break and Remus is free. A week without classes and he’s decided to let go and let out these weird moments he’s been having. He bounces on the beat letting the music vibrate through him as he dances with another stranger whose name he never even asked. The beat pumps through the hardwood floor of the frat house Payton brought a few teammates to.

Remus loses track of time and knows it when his current dance partner dragged him into the bathroom where a few people were crushing pills in a ziploc bag on the bathroom counter. Remus has a half baked conversation with someone who barely replies while his dance partner starts lining up the now crushed substance Remus misses the name of several times. Once one rows gone Remus is shoved forward and listens to the little advice someone gives him that he’s too drunk to listen too, feeling so invincible, so happy, so free Remus has a lazy grin on his face as he agrees moments before Payton rushes in calling Remus’s name. His expression changes to something angry but also so confused as he grabs Remus’s shoulder forcing him to turn towards him as he demands to know “What the fuck are you doing!?” Remus laughs at Payton telling him to stop overreacting as Payton reminds Remus that more random drug tests are pretty likely as the season comes to an end. The argument continues as Payton’s shift from anger to concern goes unnoticed by Remus.

There’s blood dripping from his nose to the cement floor of someone’s shitty basement suite. It’s almost rhythmic, he is sitting leaning on a couch he’s never seen before, or maybe he has as he tries to focus his eyes. There’s a shattered window with plastic bags taped over it that lets the cool air float over him making him aware of something wet dripping from his hairline, Remus lifts his head up wobbling a little as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand which comes off bloody and does the same with his forehead that reveals more blood. His head feels so foggy and he wonders if he let himself lose the fight or if someone jumped him. He knows what hockey has done for him physically and doubts some scrawny white twink with a nicotine addiction among others could actually take him down. He looks around and sees people asleep across the floor in various states and aesthetics of dress, half-dried blood splatters on the floor on the other side of the door implies that it was probably a fight that didn’t happen long ago. No clue what time it is, he stands and stumbles realizing that he is not only super drunk but clearly on something else he doesn’t remember making the decision to take. Remus pats his pockets down using the shitty yellow lamp without a shade on it to double check and finding his wallet and his phone with a 7% charge. Remus sees his reflection in a shattered mirror on the floor and feels like he hasn’t seen himself in months. For a moment he remembers watching Roman waste away, remembers the doctor’s appointments, the effort it took to force Roman to eat but the way he came out healthier in the end. This shattered reflection shows him something he doesn’t like, and he makes a decision.

[izzyfandoms]

Chosen - Chapter Three

(This is a Gender-Swapped Sanders Sides high school au)

SUMMARY: Logan Berry, Dee Ceite, Patricia Foster, Virginia Picani and Regina and Rena Prince are all 16-year-old high school students. They live relatively normal lives, with ordinary lessons and ordinary crushes and ordinary families, until one day a monster shows up and attacks them after class, and everything suddenly changes.

SHIPS: Moxiety, Logince, Dukeceit

WARNINGS: Sympathetic Remus, Sympathetic Deceit, swearing, monsters mention, sexual implications (Remus), siblings arguing, mention of being worried about death

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game

CHOSEN TAGLIST: @coasting-on-a-wave-of-apathy @littlestr

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Logan woke up at exactly 6am to the sounds of her alarm clock chirping loudly in her ear. She cracked one eye open, surveying her blurry surroundings, before reaching onto her bedside table and grabbing her glasses. She slid them onto her face and sat up, pressing the top of her clock to silence it.

She stretched, listening to the sounds of her mothers moving around the kitchen below, before sliding out of bed and padding out of the room to take a shower. When she returned – clean, fully awake, and ready for the day – she got dressed in her usual outfit; Logan had multiples of the same clothes. She wore a black polo shirt, dark blue tie, knee-length skirt and plain white socks.

At precisely 6:15am, just as usual, she stepped into the kitchen, immediately greeted by her two mothers, Nathalie and Christine Berry. She sat down at the small kitchen table, pushing her glasses further up her nose.

“Logan, dear, please tell your mother why we can never go see the Davidsons again,” Christine exclaimed dramatically, passing her daughter the cereal and milk, as her wife passed her the bowl and spoon.

“Mrs Davidson insulted your-” Logan began.

“She insulted my scarf! My favourite, most beautiful scarf! I will not stand for it. We can never speak to any of the Davidsons again, we have standards.”  

Nathalie gave her wife an amused but loving glance. “But I just finished fixing up Joseph Davidson’s car. He’s picking it up today, I can’t just ignore him.” She ruffled Logan’s hair, chuckling at her daughter’s protests, before leaving the kitchen to put on her shoes.  

“Besides,” Logan added. “We already agreed that we’d go to their barbeque next weekend, despite my numerous complaints. It’s in the calendar, it was you who said we couldn’t miss it.” She finished pouring her small bowl of cereal and began to eat it at a quick pace – quick enough to be efficient, but not quick enough to choke. She’d mastered her morning routine; everything was perfectly timed.

Christine sighed dramatically, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead and leaning back against the counter, almost knocking over her coffee mug.

“I feel betrayed,” She cried. “By my own family, the ones I thought I could trust.”

Nathalie stepped back into the room, her leather jacket thrown over her shoulder. She leant down and pressed a kiss to her wife’s cheek.

“We can cancel the barbeque, if you’d prefer. Logan’s always great at coming up with excuses, we could pretend one of us is sick or something.” She wrapped her arm around Christine’s waist, pulling her closer. “Whatever you want, babe. We never have to speak to the Davidsons again, if you so desire.”

Christine blushed slightly at the nickname – no matter how long they’d been together, she’d always blush at them, which was half the reason Nathalie used them. She lightly pushed her wife away, picking up her coffee mug and finishing the last few drops, before placing the mug into the sink, to be cleaned later… probably.

“We should leave soon,” Christine changed the subject. “Logan, are you almost done? We wouldn’t want you late for school.”

Logan swallowed her last mouthful of cereal, nodding before standing up straight. She went back upstairs to fetch her school stuff and then came back down to put on her simple black shoes, and the family were in the car and on their way to drop Logan off at school within minutes.

“So,” Christine said, when they were halfway through the journey, glancing back at Logan. “You’re going over to Dee’s house tonight, right? We’re picking you up at midday tomorrow?”

“Yes, 12:30pm to be exact.” Logan confirmed.

Christine paused for a moment, before sighing. “I do wish you weren’t getting involved with that ‘monster’ stuff Remy’s always talking about. I know we’ve known for a while that it would be a possibility, but, still, this is some dangerous stuff you’re getting into.”

“Now, now, Chris.” Nathalie added. “We discussed this yesterday, It’s Logan’s choice. She’s a responsible girl, we know she wouldn’t put herself in any unnecessary danger. And, besides, if she’s the ‘true chosen one’, then none of this can be helped, you know that, and, if she’s not, she’ll be fine.”

“Mom’s right, mother,” Logan said. “You two confirmed yesterday that we can trust Remy and Mr Sanders, they’ll keep us safe. If I’m the true chosen one, I’ll kill the Queen and likely survive, it’s fate, and if I’m not, I won’t be in as much danger.” She paused for a moment. “It’ll be worth it; this will help people.”

Logan knew that the logic in that wasn’t entirely sound, and that this could, in fact, be very dangerous. The chances of survival weren’t 100% – though that was true for almost every activity imaginable – and there would be plenty of monsters out to kill her and her friends, but this was important. She had the chance to be a part of something great, to rid the world of a great evil, and return home a hero. She didn’t care too much about that last part, really, but she knew Regina would.

She blushed slightly at the thought of what Regina would think of her if she was, in fact, the true chosen one. If Logan slayed the Queen, she’d be her hero, like the protagonists in all those books and movies Regina was obsessed with.  

Logan wasn’t really into Disney, personally – fantasy wasn’t her cup of tea – but she’d watched most of the movies in the hopes of connecting with Regina about them. Dee had accompanied her, partly out of enjoyment, partly out of friendship, and partly because Regina’s twin, Rena, was also a big fan of Disney movies. In the end, their ventures had only been partially successful.

“Besides,” Nathalie added, snapping Logan out of her daydream. “They’ll be supervised the whole time, right, by Remy and Thomas?”

Christine crossed her arms. “That doesn’t exactly reassure me.”

Logan sighed. “Well, Remy doesn’t seem too serious about her job in general, which isn’t very reassuring, but she does seem rather skilled. She managed to save us from that monster possessing Mr Sanders.”

“Yeah,” Nathalie reassured. “And Thomas is a good guy. Plus, Remy’s parents were the ones who saved me all those years ago. You were there, remember?”

Christine pouted slightly. She sighed. “Yeah... I guess.”

The car pulled up just in front of the school, and Logan released her seatbelt, picking up her backpack and swinging it over her shoulder. She then leant forward, between the front two seats, and her mothers kissed her cheeks in unison. It was a practised motion, part of their daily routine.

“Love you, Lo,” Nathalie said, as Christine spoke up at the same time with:

“I love you, Logan. Have a good day at school.”

Logan climbed out of the car. “I love you, too. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” She shut the car door, stepping away and watching as her mothers drove off in the direction of Christine’s work. Nathalie would drop her off with the car, and then walk to her own place of work, which wasn’t too far from Christine’s.

A hand suddenly appeared on Logan’s shoulder, and she glanced back, immediately meeting eyes with Dee, another part of her daily routine. The two girls almost always arrived at school at the same time.

“Is your mother worried about the whole ‘chosen one’ business, as well?” Logan asked, and Dee shrugged.

“Actually, apparently mom and Remy have been friends for years,” Dee explained, and Logan raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, I know. It’s weird. Mom won’t be coming with us tonight, though. She and Emily have another date tonight.”

Logan hummed in thought. “It’s been over a year. Do you think she plans on proposing any time soon?”

Dee smiled slightly. “I hope so, I like Emily. It might be a little weird, it’ll make Virge and Anne my step-sisters, but I think I can live with that.”

“Anne’s ten, right?”

“Eleven.”

“Oh.”

There were a few moments of silence, before Dee finally spoke up again. “Hey, did you know the school thinks that class-room was vandalised, just like you said they would?”

Logan nodded, humming in thought. “Well, the window was broken and the walls and floor was covered in what appeared to be black paint, so it makes sense. We’re lucky they don’t have any security cameras.”

Dee opened her mouth to respond, but she was interrupted by Patricia appearing around the corner and bounding up to them, eyes brightening when she spotted her friends.

“Dee! Lo!” She exclaimed, pigtails bouncing as she stopped in front of them. “Hi, how are you two doing?”

“Adequate.”

“I’m doing well, how are you?”

Pat fiddled with the strings of her grey cat hoodie. “Oh, I’m great! I’m so excited for the sleepover tonight. All six of us, hanging out, eating popcorn, learning how to fight monsters. It sounds like so much fun!”

A student walking past gave the trio a weird look, adjusting his bright white shirt collar as he walked.

“We’re talking about video games,” Dee called out after him, but he seemed to just speed up to avoid them. She sighed, before turning back to Pat and Logan. “I don’t think we have any popcorn, but we’ve got a ton of ice cream we can eat, what flavours do you like?”

“All of them!” Pat exclaimed, unperturbed by the lack of popcorn. “I love ice cream.”

Logan cleared her throat. “Well, as fascinating as this topic of conversation is, I believe it would be best to discuss the ‘learning to fight monsters’ part when the rest of us are here, to avoid repetition.”

“Aw, you’re so smart, Lo!” Pat giggled. If Logan wasn’t so infatuated with Regina, and Pat so head-over-heels with Virge, she might have developed a crush on the overly-cutesy girl instead. “Are we gonna sit together at lunch today?”

Logan and Dee exchanged a look.  

“I... believe so,” Logan answered, and she was about to continue with a similar topic of conversation, when Pat interrupted with a gasp.

“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed, pulling out her phone. The case was as bright as expected. “I’m gonna make a group chat for the six of us.” She glanced back up at the other two. “What should I name it?”

“Group chat,” Logan answered immediately. “Short and explicit about its purpose.”

Dee gave Logan an amused glanced, before turning back to Patricia. “What about ‘Chosen Ones’ or something like that? Or you can make an abbreviation, if you want subtlety.”

“Hmm, abbreviation.” She hummed quietly, tongue stuck out in thought. After a few second, her eyes lit up and she beamed. “How about the CATs? Chosen and Terrific! Plus, cats are terrific, just like us!” She pulled up the hood of her hoodie, pointing excitedly at the grey cat ears. It was obvious she was just making an excuse to make the group-chat cat-themed, but they allowed it.

“That works.”

Pat tapped excitedly at her phone, before Dee and Logan’s phones vibrated in unison.

“I added you two, plus Regina and Rena and Virge! That’s everyone, right?” She counted on her fingers, mouthing the numbers. “Yeah, that’s six!”

“You’re not wrong.”

There were a couple seconds of silence, and Logan checked her watch. “We should be getting to class, now. We can discuss all of this later, at lunchtime and after school.”

***

Logan stepped into the cafeteria, brow furrowed at the horrendous noise of dozens of obnoxious speaking at once. She straightened her tie as she surveyed her surroundings.

“Lo! Lo! Logan! Over here!”

She zeroed in on a table in the furthest corner of the room. Pat was stood on a chair – her girlfriend tugging her wrist, trying to get her to sit back down – her hands cupped around her mouth as she yelled to get Logan’s attention. Fortunately, most people ignored them.

Logan sighed, momentarily questioning her choice in acquaintances (friends, really, she supposed the whole ‘chosen one’ thing meant they were all friends now), before she shifted the backpack on her back and began to make her way over to the table.  

Before she was too close, however, she saw the twins exchange a few whispered words – that she assumed the others at the table couldn’t hear – before Rena suddenly stood up, moving to sit beside Dee, and leaving the only empty spot beside Regina.

Rena couldn’t possibly know about Logan’s feelings for Regina, so this was obviously so Rena and Dee could sit together – they both very clearly had feelings for each other, even Logan could see it, and she didn’t usually care about those sorts of things. Virge was sitting on Dee’s other side: they were trying to become friends again, now that they’d likely become step-sisters, and Pat was sat beside Regina.  

Logan sat down beside Regina. They exchanged a glance, before looking away in unison. Logan cursed the fact that she was likely blushing now. Dee’s light smirk confirmed it, though she, too, was blushing slightly as there was approximately zero space between her and Rena.  

“I can’t wait for the sleepover tonight,” Rena rambled on, pulling a green plastic lunchbox out of her backpack. “I’ve got, like, three bags of popcorn in my locker right now.” She pulled a dripping, disgusting-looking sandwich out of her lunchbox, taking a large bite. It looked worse than most of the cafeteria food, and that was saying something.  

Patricia gasped loudly, eyes shining. “Popcorn, I love popcorn!”

“You know what goes great with popcorn?” Rena asked rhetorically. It came out muffled due to the food in her mouth.

“Rena, please,” Regina pleaded, pulling out her own red lunchbox. “Do you have to do this every meal? You’re disgusting.”

Rena rolled her eyes. “No, you’re disgusting.” The effect was again ruined by the sandwich muffling her speech.  

Regina sighed, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and Logan got a waft of her sweet-smelling shampoo. It suited her. Logan wondered if Regina’s hair was as soft as it looked.  

Virge cleared her throat, pushing her food around her tray with her fork. “Disgusting behaviour aside.” She eyed Rena, who didn’t seem offended, so she continued. “Does anyone actually know what we’re doing tonight? We’re spending, like, three hours with Remy and Mr Sanders, right? I still don’t really trust them.”

“Yes, I’ve been wondering about that, too,” Logan said, bringing out a flask of soup and a spoon, zipping her backpack shut again and putting it back under the table. Her knee hit Regina’s, and her heart skipped a beat. “My mom seems to trust them, though.”

“Mine, too,” Dee added, finally taking her eyes off of Rena and returning to her tray of food. “She and Remy are, like, ‘best friends’ or something. I’m a bit pissed she’s never told me about any of this before.”

“Huh,” Virge said. “Do you think she’s gonna tell my mom?” Dee shrugged, and Virge looked back down at her food, nose wrinkled. “I hope so, it would definitely make this easier. I'm really not sure how she’ll react to all this.”  

Pat took Virge’s free hand, squeezing it. “Your mom’s great, Sunshine, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Virge’s ears reddened at the nickname, which surprised Logan slightly, as she would have thought she would be used to her girlfriend’s pet names by now. They were rather common.  

“Hope so...” Virge muttered, frowning.

“It’s, like, so weird that you two are probably gonna be step-sisters,” Regina pointed out between apple slices, gesturing between Virge and Dee. “Didn’t you guys used to hate each other?”

Dee and Virge exchanged an awkward look, before the former turned to give Logan a slightly pleading stare. Logan cleared her throat, attempting to interrupt the awkward silence that had begun to settle over the cafeteria table.

“Well, that... uh, that doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” Logan wasn’t very good at reassuring people, but she knew this was a sore spot for Dee, so she’d try her best to smooth things over. “That rivalry, of sorts, is in the past.”

Patricia perked up at the chance to end this awkwardness. “Yeah!” She changed the subject a lot smoother than Logan would have. “So, Dee, have you finished the English essay, yet? I’m totally stuck on what to write!”

Dee relaxed. “Yeah, I finished it last night.” Logan already knew that, she and Dee had had trouble sleeping the night prior, due to the... rather alarming... events of yesterday’s final period. They’d stayed on the phone for hours, doing their homework together. “I don’t think Mrs Smith’s gonna like it, though. She and I tend to have rather different morals.”

Patricia made a face. “She scowled at me and Virge in the hallway once. I think she’s homophobic.”

“I think she gave me a detention for my outfit once.” Rena piped up, having finally finished that disgusting sandwich of hers, but now beginning to bite into a lemon like an orange, not even stopping to peel it first. “It wasn’t even one of my slutty ones!”

Regina raised a disbelieving eyebrow at her sister. “Weren’t you wearing a neon green t-shirt with the word ‘slut’ across the front in bright orange?”

“Yeah, but it, like, covered everything, and I was wearing these super baggy jeans, too. I think they were dad’s; I needed to use one of his belts to keep it up.”

“I remember that.” Dee said, looking at Rena fondly. “It looked good on you.”

Rena grinned widely. “I’ll have to wear it again, then.”

Logan and Regina shared an amused look at their sister/best friend’s antics. They then glanced away, blushing. Virge and Pat then shared their own amused look, and the table’s conversation slowly trailed off into a much more casual one, about school gossip and tv shows that Logan had honestly never heard of.

***

Some time passed, and it was now the end of the school day. Logan was waiting with Virge for the rest of the group, so they could walk home with Dee.  

“So,” Virge began, breaking the silence that had settled over them. “Who do you think’s gonna be the actual chosen one? If it is one of us, that is.”

“Regina,” Logan answered immediately.

Virge raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying that just ‘cos you’ve got a crush on her, or do you actually think that?”

“I don’t-” Logan started, interrupting herself when Virge gave her a look of disbelief. She cleared her throat. “I mean, that’s not why I think she’ll be the chosen one. She just... seems the most into this, that’s all. She’s been wanting to go on some kind of magical adventure her whole life, so she just... seems like the right fit.”

Virge snorted. “You’re not wrong. She does seem pretty excited about all of this.” She stuffed her hands into her pockets as Dee and Pat appeared around the corner.  

Pat bounded up to them cheerfully, slipping her hand into the crook of her girlfriend’s elbow. Dee reached them a few moments later, walking at a more relaxed pace.

“So, what are we talking about?”

“Logan’s crush.”

Logan spluttered in surprise at Virge’s answer. Pat giggled, and Dee snorted.

“Aw, no need to be so embarrassed, Lo,” Pat reassured. “Regina likes you back, you should totally ask her out!”

Logan sighed. “Okay, first of all, I doubt I’m her type. And, second of all, I’ve decided to focus on my studies instead of dating.”

Dee rolled her eyes. “Logan, Rena is incredibly obvious about how much Regina likes you.”

“But that’s Rena.”

“Did someone say Rena?”

Pat almost screamed in surprise as Rena appeared out of nowhere beside her. Virge glared at her for scaring her girlfriend but Rena ignored it, smug at the chaos she’d caused. A student clad in blue and grey also jumped as he walked past, startled by Patricia. He blinked owlishly at the group, before continuing to wander in the opposite direction.

“Rena, no one likes it when you do that,” Regina said, also appearing out of nowhere, but beside Logan instead, making the girl jump and almost trip over her own feet.  

Fortunately – or unfortunately (depending on who you asked) – Regina managed to catch Logan before she fell. They remained in that position, with Regina’s arms around Logan, for a few moments, before they realised what was going on and let go of each other.

Rena snickered at their plight. “So, when are you two gonna fuck?”

There was a moment of silence as everyone digested what had just been said. Then, Regina screeched, taking off her backpack and throwing it at her sister’s head. As the twins fought, Logan just stood there, red-faced and embarrassed. Virge stepped over to her, putting her hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

“Ignore her, that’s what I do.”

Dee gave Virge a look of disaproval. “Don’t be rude.” She turned to Logan. “But, yeah, just ignore her.”

Patricia shifted awkwardly – she'd seemed rather taken aback by Rena’s exclamation. “Uh, shouldn’t we be heading over to your house, Dee? We don’t wanna be late for Remy and Mr Sanders...”

That seemed to snap Regina out of it, and she stopped whacking her laughing sister with her backpack. She slid it back over her shoulder, as if the fight had never happened, and tucked a few messy strands of hair behind her ear. She checked her watch.  

“We have about half an hour, so we should start walking now,” Regina said. “I refuse to do any exercise in this outfit, so I need time to change.”

“I’m pretty sure attempted murder counts as exercise,” Rena grinned, thoroughly unphased by the events of the past few minutes. She and Logan accidentally made eye contact, and she wiggled her eyebrows at the blushing girl.

Regina punched her sister’s shoulder. “I am so sorry, Logan. I’m begging you, please ignore her. She’s not serious.”

Logan coughed awkwardly. “Uh... noted.”

And, with that, the six teenagers headed off in the direction of Dee’s house, which was a short walk away, ready to start training for the adventure that would change their lives for good.

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The Witching Hour [Ghost AU]

Trigger warnings: Virgil is dead lol, Logan makes one joke about wanting to die, LOTS of cursing, mention of divorce, scared yelling and mention of a shitty couple yelling at each other, Deceit’s mannerism once

   Word count: 1478

A/N: I spent like an hour and a half on this I’m sorry xD I can’t promise the rest of the month will get much better, I’ve got a lot going on

I don’t. I don’t even know what this is.

If enough interest is expressed, I might make this an au.

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“I’m serious!”

Logan leaned back, his folded arms under his head. “I know you are. I still don’t believe you.”

Roman pouted. “You never believe me.”

“That’s because you’re a moron.”

Roman, Patton, and Logan were in Roman’s basement, sitting in a circle on the floor with sigils drawn on paper and a bunch of random things like matches and fans that Roman called ‘charging material.’ It was eleven thirty at night on Halloween, and Roman was adamant that they sped things up.

Roman grinned. “Well at least Pat believes me!”

“Patton’s also a moron,” Logan said helpfully, his eyes closed.

Patton swirled the lollipop around in his mouth, gripping his messenger bag nervously. “I don’t know if I want to do this…”

“No, look, I did some reading, okay?”

Logan groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“If it were something evil, like a poltergeist or something, I don’t know, it would have done something already.”

“Oh, yeah?” He said sarcastically.

“Yeah!” Roman nodded vigourously. “And everyone knows Halloween is the best time to talk to ghosts!”

Patton bit his lip. “Maybe we should ask your parents first-”

Roman’s eyes widened. “What?! Are you crazy?! They’d never let us do it!”

“Well-”

“Come on.” He turned to Logan. If you don’t believe in it, how is it going to hurt you?” Then, to Patton, “And you know I can protect you!”

“Of course I know that, but- But this isn’t a person! You can’t fight off a ghost!”

Roman scowled. “Says who?”

Logan sighed dramatically, sitting up. “If we do this with you, will you stop talking about it every day?”

“Wait wait wait-”

“You can go home if you want,” Logan told Patton, “but I’m sick of listening to him talk about it. It doesn’t mean anything and this will prove it to him.”

Roman glared at him, then turned a softer look on Patton. “Pat,” he cooed, “what if the ghost is lonely?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. “Fine. But it’s not because of that!”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Alright, get on with it. What do we have to do?”

Deep rumbling fills the room, seemingly coming out of the walls. It almost sounds like laughter. Every freezes, Roman resting his hand over the pocket knife in his belt, Patton’s eyes practically bulging out of his head. Logan looks around warily.

“I told you!” Roman whisper-screamed.

“Ohmygodwe’regonnadie.”

Just as Logan stood up, the basement went pitch black. Patton whimpered.

Logan felt vulnerable, standing in the darkness with nothing to defend himself. No matter which way he turned, his back felt exposed. “Roman,” he said, deadly calm.

“Yeah?” He asked nervously.

“You were lying when you said your parents are home, weren’t you?”

“…Yeah.”

“ROMAN!” Patton shrieked.

Everyone’s hearts jumped in their throats.

“What?!”

“Come on,” he whined, “give it back, that’s not funny!”

The lights flicked back on, and everyone’s gaze snapped to the boy now laying on Roman’s couch, his legs tossed lazily over the arm. He had Patton’s lollipop in his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, you guys fight a lot.” His voice echoed. “Are you sure you’re friends?”

Patton screamed, a few tears dripping down his face. Roman and Logan were too afraid to move.

The boy was just a teenager, in black ripped jeans and a black hoodie, his hair dyed purple. The only thing that gave him away was his doubling voice, the fact that his skin was completely white, and the black circles around his eyes. He couldn’t be any older than they were.

Patton let out a string of little panicked noises. “Romaaaaan, there’s a boy in your house!”

The boy sat up, grinning around the lollipop. “You guys know there’s no such thing as summoning a ghost, right?” No one answered. “I’ve just been here.” He shrugged. “You’re dysfunctional as shit. It’s fun to listen to. Better than the assholes who lived before you. I’m glad they divorced, for the neighborhood’s sake.” Nothing. “They’d just scream and scream and scream at each other, all night. It used to give me panic attacks, before I got used to it.” Silence. He chuckled. “They were so freaked out. One time I screamed back, and all their dishes just shot out the cabinets.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? How’d you do that?!”

“Roman!” Logan hissed, lowering back to the ground.

The ghost’s eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs. “Your reading on ghosts? All fake. You can’t research us, not really. All the real information is sprinkled in all over the internet with all the fake shit. Good luck trying to figure out what’s accurate.”

“You took my candy,” Patton pointed out, looking somewhat awed.

He grinned. “Couldn’t resist.”

He stood and drifted over to Patton, crouching in front of him. He pulled the candy out of his mouth and, as he spoke, his breath smelled like blueberries. “I can give it back, if you want.”

A little smile forced itself onto Patton’s face. “I have more!”

Logan gaped at them. “Are you fucking ser-”

“Hush.” The boy waved his hand, and Logan’s own hand clamped over his mouth.

Patton held open his messenger back; It was full of loose candy. “We stopped at Walgreens before this.”

“Let go of him!” Roman snapped, pulling out his pocket knife.

He glanced at it, looking uninterested. “What? He’s fine.” He paused. “I mean, he’s an asshole. But he’s fine.” He laughed, flicking his wrist to make Roman’s knife fly across the room, lest Roman charge at him when he wasn’t looking and end up hurting Patton. “You all kind of suck, actually.”

Roman glared, and the ghost let Logan go. They watched in complete shock as he settled himself into Patton’s lap. Patton giggled and wrapped his arms around his waist. He wasn’t transparent, but didn’t feel completely solid, either.

The ghost glanced between them curiously, pointing at them with his lollipop. “Patton. Logan. And Roman. Right?”

Patton grinned. “Yeah!”

“How long have you been listening to us?” Logan demanded.

“Every time you come over.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, do you think there’s something better to do?”

“Get off of him,” Roman said lowly.

“Patton, do you want me off?”

“Uh…” He thought for a moment, before shaking his head.

The boy grinned at Roman challengingly. “I’m staying.”

“What the fuck.”

“How long have you been here?” Patton asked.

He laughed. “You think I keep track of that shit?”

“Do you know when you died?” Logan’s eyes shone with curiosity, even as he tried to hide it.

“More or less.”

“Jesus Christ,” he sighed.

“You’re not gonna give us a straight answer, are you?” Roman asked.

He shrugged. “Nothing about me is straight.”

Patton giggled. “We should watch movies! Hey- Hey- Hey, ghost boy! What’s your favourite movie?”

Roman gasped. “I am not watching movies with a ghost.”

“Do you remember your name?” Logan asked.

“Virgil.”

“Must have been dead for a while,” Logan muttered. “And you’re able to control us?”

“More or less.”

Logan glared at him, and Virgil leaned forward, pulling the lolli out of his mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, are my answers not adequate for your data?” He sneered. “Want the whole tragic backstory, will that help, Sherlock?” Virgil snapped his teeth down on the candy, and it shattered in his mouth. He whipped the stick at the wall. Patton handed him a new one- Pink this time. “Thanks, darling.”

“Oh my god,” Roman deadpanned.

“Hey- Hey guys!” Patton giggled. “A boy likes me!”

“Patton, no-”

Virgil grinned. “What, am I not good enough for him?”

“YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND CAN’T BE DEAD.”

“Says who?!” Patton tightened his grip on Virgil’s waist, kissing his cheek. It was like kissing dry ice cream.

“I want to die,” Logan groaned, flopping backwards.

“You wanna trade places, pocket protector? I imagine you wouldn’t get bored so fast, you sure like judging people.”

Logan scoffed.

Virgil rose to his feet without using his arms. “I’m gonna go make coffee.”

“What?” Roman looked at him like he was out of his mind.

He shrugged. “Your parents aren’t home. You guys know I’m here. I’m making coffee.” He rose an eyebrow. “Or is my reasoning not sound? Huh, Sherlock?”

“Just go,” Logan groaned.

Virgil grinned, and turned to Patton. “You want something, love?”

Patton giggled, his face pink. “Bring me back a cookie!”

“Don’t do that!” Roman jumped up. “He could poison it!”

“Do you just have poison lying around?” Virgil asked.

“I don’t know what you’re capable of! I’m coming with you.”

“If you can catch me.” Virgil fell through the ground, and everyone looked around for a second, in shock, before Roman dashed up the stairs.

“Are you seriously gonna try and date a ghost?” Logan asked, his voice flat.

“Maybe.”

Logan pulled a pillow over his face. “Do what you want. I’m going to bed.”

The Witching Hour AU

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Get to know my MC- Ride or Die

*These answers are set a couple of years into the future, not where I am currently writing her story and does contain spoilers. 

Elena (Ellie) Lisette Wheeler

Who is their love interest?

She and Logan fell hard and fast into the kind of love that lasts a lifetime. 

How tall are they?

She is 5′3 and can’t reach the top shelf. Logan will grab what she needs if he’s around, but if he’s not she will just climb up on the counter. Or the shelves at the grocery store, whatever.

How do they tend to dress?

College casual. What she wears depends on the season. The East coast is colder than California so in fall and winter it’s sweaters and leggings, sweatshirts and jeans, heeled boots or vans, whatever keeps her covered and comfortable. Warmer weather its a cute top or t-shirt with shorts or a sundress. She prefers bold colors, black or white over pastels, geometric patterns over floral and clean lines over ruffles and bows.

Do they like the way they look?

In grade school it bothered her that she was one of the shortest in her class. Her solution to the problem was trying to stretch herself by hanging from the monkey bars on the swing set her dad put up in the backyard. It didn’t work, but her dad loves telling that story. By middle school she didn’t mind being on the shorter side, she was more focused on studies and besides, who cares? Some people are short and some are tall, it doesn’t change who you are on the inside and that’s what matters. Being so focused on school, she didn’t put that much thought on her looks. She figured she was pretty cute, but when she met Logan senior year he made her feel truly beautiful for the first time. She knows she’s pretty, but she would much rather be judged on her character and intelligence over her looks.

Are they an only child or do they have siblings?

Only child, but her dad’s girlfriend has a fifteen year old daughter and a twelve year old son. If things continue to go well she might have step-siblings someday.

Are they a morning person or a night owl?

Ellie is a night owl, helpful for late night cram sessions, not so helpful for 8am classes. Her roommate Ingrid is the same way. The first few months at Langston had more than a few days of them rushing out the door to make it to class on time. Since Logan moved out east, he makes sure she gets out of bed by her third alarm when he stays over and when she stays at his apartment he gets up before her to start the coffee and make breakfast. Nothing gets Ellie out of bed like the delicious smells of fresh waffles and coffee wafting through the apartment. 

Are they a cat person or a dog person?

More of a cat person but she likes dogs too. She’s never had a pet, her mom was allergic and after she passed her dad was too busy working and filling both parental roles to properly train and care for one. She would like a cat someday, but she wants to wait until she’s done with undergrad and knows where she’s going to grad school before she even thinks about getting one.

Got any favorite foods?

For someone who hates mornings, she loves breakfast. Belgian waffles, omelets, pancakes, even cereal, she will eat it any time of day. She also loves any kind of fruit with the exception of watermelon. She doesn’t hate it, she just thinks it tastes like lightly sweetened water. 

How about favorite drinks?

Coffee, but that’s more out of necessity than an actual favorite. Otherwise it’s raspberry lemonade or Jarritos soda; specifically the flavors strawberry, lime, pineapple and mango.

What are their favorite movies or TV shows?

Between studying, required reading, writing papers and research, she doesn’t have a lot of downtime to watch tv but she does like cuddling up with Logan to watch a movie. She likes fantasy, sci-fi, horror (the sinister haunty kind not the stabby kind), psychological thrillers and mysteries, movies that have a twist at the end and make you think. She dislikes movies that make her sad but loves comedies that make her laugh until she cries. 

Do they have any hidden talents?

She’s never met a puzzle or riddle she couldn’t solve and she slays at board games.

Do they believe in love at first sight?

No, she’s far too logical for that. Attraction is what happens at first sight, driven by the brain chemicals adrenaline, dopamine and serotonin. Considering how fast she fell for Logan, she believes there’s no set timeline for love but it only happens after you truly know someone. 

What are they afraid of?

Failure, but that’s not to say she has a fear of failure in the clinical sense. The thought of failing doesn’t make her avoid trying something or subconsciously sabotage her chances of success, it makes her try harder, sometimes obsessively so. It’s just not acceptable to her, and if she does fail at something, she will take a step back, rethink the problem and try again. Oftentimes after a pint of ice cream.

What are their guilty pleasures?

Chocolate fondue, a glass of wine, reading for pleasure, escape rooms, driving with the windows down and the music blasting, watching Logan work on a car and cheering him on when he participates in a legal race. 

What was their dream job as a kid?

Space Captain. Not an astronaut, a Space Captain.

Is it still their dream?

Sadly, we still don’t have starships cruising around in space but the theme is the same. Ellie is majoring in Aerospace Engineering and her dream is to work for NASA.

Have they ever broken a bone?

The summer she was eight years she built a “plane” out of her bedsheets and some wood she found in the shed. Trying to fly it from the top of said shed turned out not to be the best idea. She crashed, landing on her shoulder and breaking her collarbone. It was a minor fracture and she didn’t need surgery, but she did have to walk around in a sling for a while.

Have they ever been in trouble with the law?

Well, yeah... but they were dirty cops so does it even count?

Three random facts!

-She is a stress cleaner and organizer. If Logan comes home to a spotless apartment smelling of bleach and a re-organized fridge, cabinet, or closet, he knows Ellie is over-stressed about something and it’s time for mission “get Ellie to relax”. A bubble bath, massage, gift certificate to a spa or a sensory depravation pod, dinner out, a long drive... whatever it takes he will do.

-She loves to play in the snow and ever since Logan taught her how to snowboard, they always try to go a few times every winter.

-She is a mega fan of Harry Potter and never understood the appeal of princesses when there were witches and wizards with cool wands. Her Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw and she takes great pride in that. 

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Requested by @annekebbphotography​, I am posting this in honor of Ride or Die appreciation week epilogue hosted by @brightpinkpeppercorn​ @choicesarehard​ and @client-327​. I wanted to get a fun and fluffy one-shot done for it but alas, I didn’t so that will come as a bonus tomorrow! 

[chemically-imbalanced-romance]

The Witching Hour

    Prompt/Synopsis: Ghost!Side

Requested by: Day 21 of @sanderssidesspook

Trigger warnings: Virgil is dead lol, Logan makes one joke about wanting to die, LOTS of cursing, mention of divorce, scared yelling and mention of a shitty couple yelling at each other, Deceit’s mannerism once

    Word count: 1478

A/N: I spent like an hour and a half on this I’m sorry xD I can’t promise the rest of the month will get much better, I’ve got a lot going on

I don’t. I don’t even know what this is.

If enough interest is expressed, I might make this an au.

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“I’m serious!”

Logan leaned back, his folded arms under his head. “I know you are. I still don’t believe you.”

Roman pouted. “You never believe me.”

“That’s because you’re a moron.”

Roman, Patton, and Logan were in Roman’s basement, sitting in a circle on the floor with sigils drawn on paper and a bunch of random things like matches and fans that Roman called ‘charging material.’ It was eleven thirty at night on Halloween, and Roman was adamant that they sped things up.

Roman grinned. “Well at least Pat believes me!”

“Patton’s also a moron,” Logan said helpfully, his eyes closed.

Patton swirled the lollipop around in his mouth, gripping his messenger bag nervously. “I don’t know if I want to do this…”

“No, look, I did some reading, okay?”

Logan groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“If it were something evil, like a poltergeist or something, I don’t know, it would have done something already.”

“Oh, yeah?” He said sarcastically.

“Yeah!” Roman nodded vigourously. “And everyone knows Halloween is the best time to talk to ghosts!”

Patton bit his lip. “Maybe we should ask your parents first-”

Roman’s eyes widened. “What?! Are you crazy?! They’d never let us do it!”

“Well-”

“Come on.” He turned to Logan. If you don’t believe in it, how is it going to hurt you?” Then, to Patton, “And you know I can protect you!”

“Of course I know that, but- But this isn’t a person! You can’t fight off a ghost!”

Roman scowled. “Says who?”

Logan sighed dramatically, sitting up. “If we do this with you, will you stop talking about it every day?”

“Wait wait wait-”

“You can go home if you want,” Logan told Patton, “but I’m sick of listening to him talk about it. It doesn’t mean anything and this will prove it to him.”

Roman glared at him, then turned a softer look on Patton. “Pat,” he cooed, “what if the ghost is lonely?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. “Fine. But it’s not because of that!”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Alright, get on with it. What do we have to do?”

Deep rumbling fills the room, seemingly coming out of the walls. It almost sounds like laughter. Every freezes, Roman resting his hand over the pocket knife in his belt, Patton’s eyes practically bulging out of his head. Logan looks around warily.

“I told you!” Roman whisper-screamed.

“Ohmygodwe’regonnadie.”

Just as Logan stood up, the basement went pitch black. Patton whimpered.

Logan felt vulnerable, standing in the darkness with nothing to defend himself. No matter which way he turned, his back felt exposed. “Roman,” he said, deadly calm.

“Yeah?” He asked nervously.

“You were lying when you said your parents are home, weren’t you?”

“…Yeah.”

“ROMAN!” Patton shrieked.

Everyone’s hearts jumped in their throats.

“What?!”

“Come on,” he whined, “give it back, that’s not funny!”

The lights flicked back on, and everyone’s gaze snapped to the boy now laying on Roman’s couch, his legs tossed lazily over the arm. He had Patton’s lollipop in his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, you guys fight a lot.” His voice echoed. “Are you sure you’re friends?”

Patton screamed, a few tears dripping down his face. Roman and Logan were too afraid to move.

The boy was just a teenager, in black ripped jeans and a black hoodie, his hair dyed purple. The only thing that gave him away was his doubling voice, the fact that his skin was completely white, and the black circles around his eyes. He couldn’t be any older than they were.

Patton let out a string of little panicked noises. “Romaaaaan, there’s a boy in your house!”

The boy sat up, grinning around the lollipop. “You guys know there’s no such thing as summoning a ghost, right?” No one answered. “I’ve just been here.” He shrugged. “You’re dysfunctional as shit. It’s fun to listen to. Better than the assholes who lived before you. I’m glad they divorced, for the neighborhood’s sake.” Nothing. “They’d just scream and scream and scream at each other, all night. It used to give me panic attacks, before I got used to it.” Silence. He chuckled. “They were so freaked out. One time I screamed back, and all their dishes just shot out the cabinets.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? How’d you do that?!”

“Roman!” Logan hissed, lowering back to the ground.

The ghost’s eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs. “Your reading on ghosts? All fake. You can’t research us, not really. All the real information is sprinkled in all over the internet with all the fake shit. Good luck trying to figure out what’s accurate.”

“You took my candy,” Patton pointed out, looking somewhat awed.

He grinned. “Couldn’t resist.”

He stood and drifted over to Patton, crouching in front of him. He pulled the candy out of his mouth and, as he spoke, his breath smelled like blueberries. “I can give it back, if you want.”

A little smile forced itself onto Patton’s face. “I have more!”

Logan gaped at them. “Are you fucking ser-”

“Hush.” The boy waved his hand, and Logan’s own hand clamped over his mouth.

Patton held open his messenger back; It was full of loose candy. “We stopped at Walgreens before this.”

“Let go of him!” Roman snapped, pulling out his pocket knife.

He glanced at it, looking uninterested. “What? He’s fine.” He paused. “I mean, he’s an asshole. But he’s fine.” He laughed, flicking his wrist to make Roman’s knife fly across the room, lest Roman charge at him when he wasn’t looking and end up hurting Patton. “You all kind of suck, actually.”

Roman glared, and the ghost let Logan go. They watched in complete shock as he settled himself into Patton’s lap. Patton giggled and wrapped his arms around his waist. He wasn’t transparent, but didn’t feel completely solid, either.

The ghost glanced between them curiously, pointing at them with his lollipop. “Patton. Logan. And Roman. Right?”

Patton grinned. “Yeah!”

“How long have you been listening to us?” Logan demanded.

“Every time you come over.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, do you think there’s something better to do?”

“Get off of him,” Roman said lowly.

“Patton, do you want me off?”

“Uh…” He thought for a moment, before shaking his head.

The boy grinned at Roman challengingly. “I’m staying.”

“What the fuck.”

“How long have you been here?” Patton asked.

He laughed. “You think I keep track of that shit?”

“Do you know when you died?” Logan’s eyes shone with curiosity, even as he tried to hide it.

“More or less.”

“Jesus Christ,” he sighed.

“You’re not gonna give us a straight answer, are you?” Roman asked.

He shrugged. “Nothing about me is straight.”

Patton giggled. “We should watch movies! Hey- Hey- Hey, ghost boy! What’s your favourite movie?”

Roman gasped. “I am not watching movies with a ghost.”

“Do you remember your name?” Logan asked.

“Virgil.”

“Must have been dead for a while,” Logan muttered. “And you’re able to control us?”

“More or less.”

Logan glared at him, and Virgil leaned forward, pulling the lolli out of his mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, are my answers not adequate for your data?” He sneered. “Want the whole tragic backstory, will that help, Sherlock?” Virgil snapped his teeth down on the candy, and it shattered in his mouth. He whipped the stick at the wall. Patton handed him a new one- Pink this time. “Thanks, darling.”

“Oh my god,” Roman deadpanned.

“Hey- Hey guys!” Patton giggled. “A boy likes me!”

“Patton, no-”

Virgil grinned. “What, am I not good enough for him?”

“YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND CAN’T BE DEAD.”

“Says who?!” Patton tightened his grip on Virgil’s waist, kissing his cheek. It was like kissing dry ice cream.

“I want to die,” Logan groaned, flopping backwards.

“You wanna trade places, pocket protector? I imagine you wouldn’t get bored so fast, you sure like judging people.”

Logan scoffed.

Virgil rose to his feet without using his arms. “I’m gonna go make coffee.”

“What?” Roman looked at him like he was out of his mind.

He shrugged. “Your parents aren’t home. You guys know I’m here. I’m making coffee.” He rose an eyebrow. “Or is my reasoning not sound? Huh, Sherlock?”

“Just go,” Logan groaned.

Virgil grinned, and turned to Patton. “You want something, love?”

Patton giggled, his face pink. “Bring me back a cookie!”

“Don’t do that!” Roman jumped up. “He could poison it!”

“Do you just have poison lying around?” Virgil asked.

“I don’t know what you’re capable of! I’m coming with you.”

“If you can catch me.” Virgil fell through the ground, and everyone looked around for a second, in shock, before Roman dashed up the stairs.

“Are you seriously gonna try and date a ghost?” Logan asked, his voice flat.

“Maybe.”

Logan pulled a pillow over his face. “Do what you want. I’m going to bed.”

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Speechless I (Logan Fanfiction)

Hey Guys! This is my first ever Westworld Fanfiction and I’m really excited to share it with you and hear your opinions! I planned it to be about six chapters long so if you’re interested just let me know and I’ll post another part. And if you want to be tagged in part 2 just let me know. Love Selina

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Speechless - Part I

The office in the top floor of a stunning skyscraper in New York City was completely silent before the door to the company’s CEO’s office was opened. A young woman in high heels stumbled into the room out of breath: “Am I too late?“, she asked excusing and the white haired man sitting vis-à-vis to his son smiled gently: “No, no, sit down, dear.”

She was late.

If Logan would have showed up late to a meeting it would have been an absolute catastrophe.

She sat down next to Logan and through her hair back all casually before she smoothened her black pencil skirt.

“I have brilliant news!”, she cheered and placed the sheets she had been carrying on the table for his father to see. Of course she had brilliant news! Y/N always had brilliant news. She was brilliant news.

“So our new TV-spot…”, she started to explain something to Logan’s father Logan really didn’t care about. He didn’t even have the slightest idea why he had to be there! Yes…it was his father’s company and he would lead it one day but it was pointless. Maybe he just wanted to show off with his favourite goddaughter again.

Clever girl. Dartmouth graduate. Had always been working for the company during school or in her holidays. CMO.

Y/N was about ten years younger than Logan, so as a teenager he never really cared about her when she and her parents were at his family’s house during Christmas or other holidays. She had been a nerd and a little princess, everybody’s darling.

He didn’t remember much about her before she graduated from High School. But he did remember getting drunk at her graduation and flirting with some girls the entire evening long. And he remembered the ridiculously huge glasses and the yellow braces she always used to wear.

She was wearing glasses today. This time they simply did not look ridiculous.

She was looking completely hot.

Like she had always done since the summer after her first year at college. She had come back like a completely new person. That had been nine years ago.

“Logan? Hello?”, her sweet voice finally found its way to his consciousness. “What?”, he asked puzzled and realized he hadn’t been paying attention to the entire conversation but had been staring at her breasts the entire time.

He hated that she did this to him the entire time she was around!

“Logan”, his father added insistently. “Yes?” “I uhm…I just wanted to know what you’re thinking of my idea for our new campaign…”, she admitted embarrassed. He knew she never would have asked had she known he wasn’t listening. That fact and the soft and excusing smile on her lips made him forget his anger in an instant.

“Oh, I love it, Y/N”, he answered followed by a harsh: “I wished you would put the same interest in this job as you put in women.” His father looked back to the sheets on the table so he did not see how his son rolled his eyes. But Y/N saw it and it made her giggle quietly.

Logan was good at his job and his father knew it. Y/N knew it too.

“You did an amazing job, love”, he grinned, making her blush a little.

He knew she wasn’t used to compliments and flirting or maybe she was and yet got nervous every time.

In her entire life she had only had one boyfriend. Patrick. Logan knew his name wasn’t actually Patrick but he had given him this name, due to his size, his red hair and the fact that he was Irish.

They got together in her second year at college and he had been a year older than her. They had been a couple for two years until they had decided to make their separate ways, meaning he wanted to fuck around while he was still young and successful.

Since she had been a teenager everybody had always warned her parents that she’d sure enough would have a phase in which she would go crazy and clubbing and experiment around, but she never had it.

“I’m glad you like the idea, son, because you are going to work with her for the next weeks.” “What? I’m already-“ “You’re already very excited to do so? Of course you are!”

She looked so lost in the big Mets jersey she was wearing.

It once had belonged to her father before he had given it to her when she was a kid. Back at that time she had always told everyone she’d grow into it, but she never did, so it was still longer than the jeans shorts she was wearing, putting her legs on display just for him.

“Anyone another beer?”, Juliet asked as she got up from the big sofa in their living room and quickly walked past the TV on which they were watching the match.

“Me, Jules!”, Y/N raised her hand without looking at her, caught up in the match. “Me too, dear”, William, the fiancé of Logan’s sister, added and she disappeared.

Logan’s parents were giving a barbecue and had invited Y/N’s family over. So while his and her mothers were sitting on the porch drinking coffee, the rest of the families was watching baseball, before Logan’s father would set up the brazier.

He was a typical business man. Had always been. He was strict and harsh and had never been at home often. But on Sundays like this he had always enjoyed to pretend they were a normal family.

The way she was sitting on the sofa cross-legged in the big baseball jersey made it hard to imagine her in her white or rose coloured blouses and black pencil skirts. It was hard to remember she was actually one of the most successful women her age in New York City. And this was exactly what made her so interesting to him.

How bad he wanted to roam his hands up her legs, caress her thighs, kiss her soft skin, taste her.

But he knew, he shouldn’t.

He definitely wasn’t the man she was looking for, the man she deserved. She was too good to just secretly fuck in an empty hallway of his parents’ mansion. He would only get her into trouble and he didn’t want her to get in trouble because of him.

After dinner nobody had known where Y/N had gone so Juliet sent Logan to look for her in the garden before she wanted to serve the dessert. Although the garden was huge he had found her pretty fast.

Y/N was laying on their porch swing underneath an old oak tree, her knees bent, one of her hands hanging down, giving the swing a soft push every now and then. He just watched her for a moment before he slowly walked towards her.

“Tired?”, he asked smiling when he realized her eyes were closed. “Hmm”, she nodded swiftly without opening her eyes. He liked the fact that she felt comfortable enough around him to keep her eyes closed. She trusted him. But he wanted to tease her a little.

He sat down next to her feet and couldn’t resist placing one of his hands on her knee.

She immediately opened her eyes and stared at him puzzled, unsure about what to do. He loved it. A soft grin forming on his lips.

“I…I didn’t sleep much last night”, she was looking for words and placed one of her hands behind her head to make it easier to look at him.

“You like what you see, don’t you?”, he thought but said: “Busy doing other things at night?”, instead. “I uh…I’ve been working”, she stuttered and nervously started playing with a strand of her hair. Her eyes followed the movements of her fingers in order not to look at him.

“Getting nervous, doll?”, he thought smirking.

“You’re always working so hard”, he sighed and suddenly started to gently move his forefinger in circles over her knee, pinning her gaze to his hand.

“Just doing m-my job.”

He really shouldn’t start anything with her but why shouldn’t he tease a young pretty woman a little? The way she reacted to him was way too much fun to stop. How long had it been since he had spent time with a woman that innocent?

“What are you doing here anyway, Logan?” His gently touch made her flesh crawl and she felt pretty uncomfortable. Logan smugly realized the goosebumps he was giving her before he finally removed his hand from her knee, leaving her wondering even more.

“Oh I just wanted to tell you that Juliet is serving dessert soon.” “Oookay”, with this word she got up slowly: “Are you coming?” “Sure”, he answered as he followed her, cursing the baseball jersey which covered his sight at her ass in these bloody brief jeans shorts.

When the sun was slowly setting Logan was standing on a balcony from which he could look down to the garden perfectly. He had been sick of the never ending topic of his sister’s upcoming wedding, so he had decided to escape for a little.

“What are you doing up here, Lo?”, Y/N suddenly stepped on the balcony.

Lo. She hadn’t called him buy the nickname she had given him as a child in ages…

“Observing”, he answered with a soft grin and took a sip of his red wine. “Okay”, she said unsure what to do or say next. Why had she even come up here? To him…

She had finally changed her jersey against a dark green sweater with her college’s name on it. Maybe he had to get used to it. At work he had the perfect sight at her breasts in her blouses and after work he got to see her butt in tight shorts.

“And what are you doing here, love?”, he wanted to know without even looking at her. He had been watching her for quiet sometime and it wasn’t hard to tell that she was a bit tipsy. A few beers had gotten her tipsy. Logan was pleased to notice that slightly drunk her wanted to see him, although she had no idea what to do. God, if he just decided he wanted her, she would make it so easy for him…

“I…uh I noticed you were alone up here so I thought I would come and look for you…” She was still standing right next to the door so he told her: “Come here.” Unsure and yet immediately she followed his command and stepped an arm-length away from him to the handrail. “Good girl”, he thought.

“William told me you’re taking him to Westworld.” He smirked. “Yes. Why?” “Soo…”, Y/N nervously jumped from one foot to another: “I wondered if you will ever take me with you…” “You? You want to go there?”, he was unable to hide his amusement. “Yes! Why is that so funny?” “What would you want to do there?” “What are you doing there?” Should he really tell her?

Logan decided better not to and just looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Fine. Don’t tell me about it. You know, I could go there on my own”, she shrugged. Was she trying to challenge him? “Oh, I bet your father would be absolutely in love with that idea!” “Lo, I’m twenty-seven years old. I don’t need my father’s permission.” She said it like a teenager trying to convince him she was an adult.

“Okay”, he took another sip of the wine before he placed the glass on the handrail: “If our little princess wants to shoot around and fuck around and go on an adventure, who am I to deprive her this right?” He thought he would shock her with saying this. He thought he could throw her off the track. But he couldn’t.

The young woman just smirked, grabbed for his glass and said: “Sounds like the same stuff you’re doing in New York City as well”, before she emptied the glass. That’s right girl, give yourself liquid courage.

“Oh shots fired, huh?” “You know I didn’t mean it-“ “Next time I will take you with me. I promise.” “Really?”, she didn’t even try to hide her excitement. “Although I actually doubt a girl like you is going to have fun there.” “What do you mean, Lo? A girl like me?” A bit of annoyance was flickering in her voice, confirming him that his words had the exact impact he wanted them to have.

“A kind and innocent girl like you.” “I’m neither kind nor innocent, Lo! Do you know what I’m doing for a living?!”, she pointed with her finger at him accusingly. “Of course I do. One day, I’ll be your boss.” How easy the last word rolled from his lips and how much he enjoyed the idea of being her boss. Telling her what to do and when to do so…

“Whatever! I’m the goddamn C fucking MO of a hella successful company!” Maybe she wasn’t just tipsy. “My company”, he added smirking. “Whatever, Lo! But I did not get there because I’m a damn angel!” “Sure not, your mouth is way too dirty for that. Looks like our little princess didn’t get spanked enough from her daddy when she was younger.”

She opened her mouth and closed it again, because she didn’t know what to say. Instead her cheeks turned red, while Logan relished the speechlessness he had caused. She wanted to play. They would play. But she had to follow his rules.

“Speechless, doll?”, he leered. She didn’t answer but bit her lower lip in order to prevent herself from saying something she could regret later on. “Fine”, he shrugged laughing: “I’ll go back down stairs…you should follow once you’ve got your voice back, we don’t want your daddy to wonder what happened to his girl, do we?”

Part II

[niktizzy]

*~Myspace Survey~*

1. describe yourself.

I guess I would just call me different. I’m not saying that because it’s hip, I’m more or less lost for words on how to describe myself. I guess a weird cool? Am I cool? Bruh idk 

2. if you could go anywhere for a week all expenses paid where would it be?

Honestly, I would love to take a trip to Australia 

3. do you have siblings?

Yesm

4. what is your favorite constellation, why?

I honestly don’t know, I haven’t dove into that before. 

5. favorite color.

Black

6. what kind of music do you listen to?

I listen to a mixture of everything except like country and blue grass. Mostly listen to pop punk or metal but I do listen to a lot of rap and pop too. 

7. favorite flower. (you can name as many as you want cause flowers are 

awesome)

I love lavender, but it’s more like a plant, so lilacs? I also enjoy white daisies 

8. if you could do magic, what is the first spell you would learn?

Immunity 

9. favorite childhood memory.

Going outside and playing or going on a walk with your friends. No cell phones, just laughter and care free living

10. have you ever been cheated on?

Y E P

11. if you could describe your perfect room, what would it be?

Dark room, candles lit, 65 degrees, plenty of blankets, computer screen lighting up the room 

12. favorite animal.

Sharks

13. what was the last photo you took of?

Baseball field

14. do you believe in soul mates?

Ehhhhhh, 1%

15. do you hang toilet paper over or under?

The right way, under

16. your go to place to eat & your favorite thing to get there.

Barrio: stoner shell, chicken, shit ton of cheese, sauce, pinco, lettuce 

17. do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Absolutely 

18. guilty pressures?

O O F, watching old ass vines, cleaning when I’m getting emotional, listening to my childhood music

19. favorite mythical creature, why?

Probably a mermaid 

20. something most people don’t know about you.

I use to do vocals in a couple bands

21. where did you grow up, what was it like?

In a semi small town, it’s alright, I’m still here but traveling for work. I live away from most people now so that’s helpful

22. do you believe aliens exist?

Y E P

23. what was your last google search?

I think something to do with stats

24. what did your last relationship teach you?

Trust is earned, also, if your gut is telling you to leave, you need to leave

25. would you relocate for love?

E H H H 

26. do you hold grudges or forgive easy?

A weird mixture of both

27. favorite book.

Anything John Green writes honestly

28. do you consider yourself an extrovert or introvert?

I’d like to think I’m a extrovert

29. have you ever kept a journal, do you now?

Still do yeah

30. top 5 favorite movies.

Fight Club

The Taking Of Deborah Logan

Major League 

Beatle Juice

You’re Next

31. do you believe that everything happens for a reason?

Yes again

32. what is your greatest fear?

Drowning and not like physically just emotionally 

33. favorite alcoholic beverage.

Beer

34. most embarrassing thing you’ve done.

Wear my emotions on my sleeves. Don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore

35. do you believe in ghosts?

Y E P

36. what is the best and worst part of your personality?

I’m very trusting, so that hurts me a lot

37. should you split the dinner bill?

All the time

38. are you a good liar?

Yes?

39. what keeps you up at night?

Dumb situations I brew up or like, you know, science

40. would you rather go without your phone or music?

Phone

41. do you believe in god?

Yes

42. how do you relax when frustrated?

Clean

43. what’s something that offends you?

Ahhh, honestly I don’t really get offended. I guess when people say I have an easy job?

44. favorite food

Mexican anything

45. if you were on a 10 hour flight and could sit and talk to any person the entire time, who would it be?

This is weird, but, Zac Efron 

46. when do you feel the most confident?

When I’m in shape

47. what do you do on your free time?

Do dumb surveys, Nah, I usually do projects around the house or I go out for a drive

48. is there anyone who has completely lost your respect

Yeah lol

49. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Mhmm

50. did/do you play sports in school?

Yeah: Soccer, volleyball, basketball, dabbled in softball and swimming

51. when are you happiest?

In the Fall

52. coffee or tea?

Coffee

53. what is one possession you own you wouldn’t want to live without?

Probably my laptop

54. what is the first thing you notice about a person?

Their smile or their eyes

55. what is your favorite season, why?

Fall, summer is a close second 

56. what makes you laugh?

Literally everything

57. are you a clean or messy person?

Very clean

58. what is important for a successful relationship?

Communication 

59. what was your upcoming like?

Like growing up? I never begged for anything, my parents did everything they could to keep me happy and for that I’m so thankful.  

60. favorite holiday?

Halloween

61. what is the first thing you’d do if you won the lottery?

Pay off my parents debt

62. what’s the best pizza topping combination?

Bacon, pepperoni, extra cheese, light sauce

63. favorite outdoor activity.

Fireworks, baseball, fires, water ballon fights, fires

64. how are you? honestly.

I’m hanging in there, I’m doing pretty well but I still feel like I’m drowning in my emotions and I fucking hate it

65. would you rather go camping in the woods or stay at a beach resort?

Beach dawg

66. what is the most beautiful thing in nature?

This is going to sound weird but, the fact that things die then come right back to life. Like flowers, they die at the end of a season then boom they bloom right back and as beautiful as ever. That and just the seasons, everything changing yet everything so beautiful 

67. favorite type of candy?

Seasonal Reeses

68. if your life was a book, what would be the title?

Rollercoaster

69. what movie quotes do you use of a regular bases?

It’s weird because like I’ve watched so many so it can just be a mixture of a lot of them but I see myself saying a lot of Talladega Nights

70. what was cool when you were young but not cool now?

Smoking cigarets, get real

71. what’s the craziest conversation you have ever eves dropped on?

Lol any work conversation 

72. what’s the most interesting documentary you’ve ever watched?

Ted Bundy tapes atm

73. what’s the worst hairstyle you’ve had?

I don’t think I’ve ever had a bad look, but the whole different color in the bangs, ehhhhhh not a big fan now

74. what do you like to cook?

Fajita’s 

75. what’s the coolest animal you’ve seen in the wild?

I use to work next to a safari and they had this temperamental camel, which was understandable because he had shitty people riding him all day, and like he was a dick and was pretty fun to watch the workers try to wrangle him. So he was pretty cool I guess

76. what’s the funniest tv show you’ve ever seen?

Letterkenny is up there now

77. do you usually follow your heart or your head?

Lately my head, in the past, my heart

78. what is your favorite quote?

“It’s not where you start, it’s where you finish”

79. what’s the weirdest crush you have ever had?

Dude, I have weird crushes to this day. Idk, I don’t like it

80. what’s your love language?

Bruh what, honestly if someone bought me food or took me to a horror movie that would be my “love language”. Super easy boys

81. do you ever feel alone?

E V E R Y   D A Y 

82. ever been bullied?

Yeah, lol. It was rough, then I started taking comedy and you know physical force, and success to bury them

83. are you usually early or late?

The gray area in between

84. what kind of art do you enjoy most?

Music 85. what do you wish you knew more about?

Science