#i just.. what do u mean?? the pronouns i use don’t affect who im attracted to?

[virtualplushy]

please dont take this in a hateful way as I'm just curious about something. how can one be bisexual but still go by they/them pronouns, I think it takes out the meaning of bisexual IMO.

well i do it by being bisexual and using they/them pronouns but idk ab anyone else

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

[dads-back-from-the-store]

Yo dad, (can I call you dad?) how do I come out to my family who have been openly homophobic and transphobic in the past? I don’t want to shock them or get myself excommunicated but unfortunately it’s looking like it might play out that way. I want to come out, being closeted isn’t for me, but if I’m so worried about how it may affect others, should I even come out?

Thanks, I hope you’re having a lovely day

(For context I’m openly bisexual, which they’ve been pretending isn’t a thing, and I’ve recently started to explore my gender identity further and have started identifying as trans nb. I also love my family, even though they’re offensive and highly dysfunctional to say the least, and I’m afraid of ruining my relationship with my family members by making this part of me known)

I’ve had a really hard time with situations like these, so I’m sorry if the help I give you isnt what you’re looking for. also, yeah! you can call me that :)

you should come out, but make sure you’re absolutely ready. It’s normal to feel a bit of anxiety before coming out, but if you’re feeling scared, paranoid, sad, overwhelmed, please wait a bit.

first, some tips:

* don’t come out during an argument, the environment needs to be calm

* give your family a bit of time after coming out, because even with accepting parents it’s not common that they won’t be shocked or take a bit to come around.

- - especially with gender stuff, it may take a tiny bit for them to start using your name and pronouns but that’s entirely normal. just let them know that they need to be trying, and maybe set a certain amount of time for when they need to get their shit together. I know someone with a non-binary snephew (that’s what they call them, bc there’s no gender neutral niece/nephew) and they basically came out, then said that their family had a year to get everything together/start using their name and pronouns. u don’t have to do that though, it’s just a suggestion :)

anyways, moving on

* it may or may not be easier to separately come out to one person in your family at a time, you could come out to everyone at once but it mat be very hard to communicate with room

now some steps on how to come out:

* make sure you’re somewhat calm, even if you’re anxious keep your head high. if you feel overwhelmed or sad, wait a bit.

now

* first tell them your identity, it may cause shock/anger at first; but introducing the conversation with an explanation of your identities probably won’t peak their interest, and they’ll brush you off (you mentioned they were homophobic and transphobic)

* calm the room, explain that they need to listen to you

* explain what your identities are and what your identities mean

* explain what your sexuality means to you

ex:

(“I can’t change who I like,” “this is who I am,” “the same way you can’t choose who you’re attracted to, I can’t either,” etc

* now explain your gender identity. I put this in a different bullet point because it’s a lot more complex. I’m not sure whether you’re dysphoric or not, but every trans person experiences gender on a psychological level; so use that to your advantage. It is very helpful to compare your identity to theirs.

examples (for some reason these sound slightly aggressive so just know I’m writing them in a calm way);

“you know how besides from your body, you know you’re a (insert gender here) in your mind? I’m the same way. I know I’m non-binary, my body just doesn’t match.”

in response to “you need to love yourself for who you are”; “but you need to love me for who I am first, because I’m non-binary. im trying to love myself for who I’ve discovered I am, not for who I used to be. you need to do the same.”

“I’m not confused, I came out because I know who I am and I want you to know who I am too.”

I hope that helped!! sorry if my advice is bad or incoherent, I’m really spaced out today. but I hope have a nice day :)

[sociallyawkward--fics]

yeaa since the 2 months since ive sent u those asks (i think it was 2 months ???? idk) ive had a few more minor crises over whether or not i was aro (&a more memorable one recently where i completely convinced myself out of it for a day) bc im dumb& constantly forget that as much as i like to debate over whether im capable of experiencing The Romantic Attraction i have yet to do so -H

also ??? i just realized ??? i always think of romance movies as too quick paced bc who gets together within a few days?? weeks?? months?? obviously u need to know them better before u know if ud be compatible dating. But No That's Not How It Works What The Fuck the only romantics i will accept in this world r demiromantics /lh /j theyre the only ones who make sense -H (i saw smth somewhere abt how u dated ppl to get to know them better& my view of the world shifted drastically within seconds)

wait that reminds me of how when i was younger (younger being like .. a year or two ago) i thought the purpose of dating was to eventually get married so middle school relationships baffled me bc ???? theyre not gonna last that long ???? whats the point ???? but nooo u date ppl bc u enjoy being around them or smth what the fuck when will this stuff stop being confusing -H (why do i even bother questioning if im aro sigh)

theres also alot of theories abt papyrus bc he doesnt appear at all in the game but i am pretending i do not see it i will wait for canon -H

just realized i have no idea whether uve played deltarune but .. im just gonna assume u have ?? if not .. oops ?? i think i was gonna say smth else not pertaining to undertale originally but i got distracted give me a moment -H

oh wait yea i was gonna uh .. gender !! ! me too ! ! i am .. noncis. im not rly comfortable w using trans& nb is ok but .. i do technically identify w my agab so its not rly right. .. so uhhh im arogender !. !! im not sure how much i relate to the def but its also the only label ive found that feels right so ive uh just been using it -H (bc its not as much that my lack of romantic attraction affects my gender than it is uh my gender feels like my aromanticism ???but its a little of both i think)

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Gosh, I am still so sorry it took me two months to answer those other asks, I was way out of my own head for a while there. Thank you for being patient with me lol

And hey, remember: sexuality and romanticism and gender are all fluid. For some people, they change and shift over time. So if you’re aro now, and later on you realize you’re grayro or demiro or something like that, that’s valid. That doesn’t make the time you spent identifying as aro any less valid, either. This is a lifelong journey, for many people, probably including myself tbh. And who even says you need a label anyways? If you want one, then by all means, find one you’re comfy with, but you don’t need one if it’s stressing you out too much. But, hey, identify as aro for now if you want to. If later on you choose to change that, that doesn’t invalidate you or anyone else. It’s okay.

And yeah, big agree, romance movies always seemed p rushed to me lol. I’m here like “what do you mean people date each other to get to know each other??” Like, my aspec self does not understand lol. I think it’s likely why I’m so into friends-to-lovers/mutual pining/slow burn type stuff when I read shippy fics lol, I can’t vibe with the faster-paced stuff because it seems so unrealistic as someone who doesn’t experience the world like alloromantics (and allosexuals) do. Also, I also grew up thinking the point of dating was finding a spouse, but that’s because I was raised in the church and that’s what my dad raised us to believe, and also why my parents’ rule was “no dating before 16 years of age minimum”

I’ve played most of deltarune but I got stuck and then my computer reset and I didn’t finish it lol. But I watched Jacksepticeye play the whole thing!! It’s just been a while so it’s hazy, I didn’t obsess over it as heavily as I did Undertale back in 2015/2016 lol. Still very excited for what comes next though, even though I’m not super caught up with the background lore and the fan theories lol.

Your gender is so valid kiddo, you do you. I usually refer to you with they/them in my head, is that chill or do you have different pronouns you use? I realized I had never thought to ask before even though I really should have lol

I hope you’re doing well!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[trcve]

h hey hey gays!! i’m kit, 20 yrs old, currently working full time in the mdt timezone! i use them/they pronouns n i’m a whole ass cancer... yea the stereotypes r true. i love marvel in general and p much have interests all over the place?? harry potter, lotr, kpop, anime, u name it pal. feel free to mssg me on discord (or here) for plotting, or like this post and i’ll go to u!!

now get ready to meet eden, or as i like to call him, the dumpster fire. 

i kind of already have his bio, just not entirely fleshed out, which you can find here! i’m gonna list down a summary below, plus a few points i missed and will be adding eventually. so, as a wise man once said, let’s-a-go!

tw: murder, physical abuse, guns, mentions of alcohol&drugs.

the weapon’s expert, codename: trove, thirty-seven, tom hardy fc.

eden harvey was born into a family of criminals. his father, possibly the only real psychopath in the family, was sentenced to life in prison after he murdered the man he called his best friend, along with his wife and two children. 

eden was seven years old in the year it happened, and his mother didn’t paint over anything when she told him about the gruesome crime. he grew up with sparse visits to his father, because while he didn’t exactly love the man, he didn’t despise him as much as he thought he should. this event was the reason he grew up into having very grey morals. 

his mother was the type of woman who didn’t make a habit of showing affection, or praising her children when they did well. instead, eden and his brother grew up with the idea that they got hit as a form of love and education. neither of them actually held it against her later on in life, though. the two were so used to the roughness of life that they could happily appreciate their mother in all her coldness. 

his brother was essentially his guide as a young boy. eden was four years younger than him, and he learned all of his ways from him. especially his love of weapons. he was eight years old when his brother let him shoot his first gun, and from then on there was no return. 

he’s had adhd his whole life, which means that his school life was hell. eden never bothered with it, because even if he did, he’d still find it too difficult. besides the fact eden thinks that even without the adhd he still wouldn’t like school, no subject he learned in a classroom ever seemed to grab his attention, and he spent his days skipping and then getting detention for it. he was the kid in the back of the classroom making wisecrack jokes and disrupting lessons. the one no one seemed to care about, they all shared the collective thought that he wasn’t going anywhere in life. 

he dropped out of school when he was a junior in high school, not caring about disappointing his mom, the only person who (kind of) gave a damn about where he was going in life. he decided that he’d had enough of having enough. enough frustration, enough of feeling like the stupidest person in the classroom, enough of getting hit whenever his mom received complaints from the school board. 

he focused entirely on being a disaster. parties, drugs, alcohol-- discovered he was into doing anyone who he found attractive, man, woman or otherwise. overall, he was having a pretty good time, and then he moved into the shed in their backyard after one particular bad fight with his mom, which was exactly what he hadn’t thought he needed. he turned the place into a workshop, where he started pulling guns apart and then making new ones from parts. at first, it was mostly aesthetics changes from the original models, but soon enough he became well-versed enough to start working on original ideas. 

he was eighteen when he received a visit from his uncle, a man he’d met very sparsely in the past; when he turned four years old, and the day his dad received his sentence. he was there for the recent engagement of eden’s brother, and as the appointed godfather of both boys, he made a promise to their father to be there. it turned out he was an arms dealer, and when he discovered eden’s creations, he suddenly became a fixture in his life. his uncle offered him work in the company, and the money was more than eden had ever made, so he agreed. 

the two started working side by side. his uncle would handle the business side of things while he had the freedom to work on original creations, but he was too irresponsible to seriously dedicate himself. he’d still party too often, miss deadlines, and make his own inputs on client orders. it took three times of getting ganged up on by groups of thugs to realize that they were being hired by his uncle, but that was just part of their differences. eden took everything too humorously, even getting beat to a pulp by some guys that his own uncle hired to teach him a lesson. after all, that was family. it was how they showed love.

 twelve years into the future, he was still working under his uncle. his brother had somehow gotten his life together with his wife and now three children, but eden was still a mess. he was now thirty-two and still too selfish, too careless. in the blur of a year, three things happened to him that changed things forever: his brother’s death, the first time he killed, and a run-in with the cia.

the killings the the run-in were unrelated, but his brother’s death was not. when he got the news that he was fatally shot during a shootout, eden had enough information to follow a lead, and he killed the man who shot the gun, and the man who made the order. both childhood friends. the run-in happened during business hours. eden wasn’t surprised that they’d be interested in him, and he didn’t hesitate to leave the family business for the cia. he was the godfather of his brother’s three kids, and he promised that he’d take care of them and his wife if anything were to happen to him. he took the opportunity to be a clean provider, put his uncle in jail right next to his father, and betrayed the whole family. 

he moved his sister-and-law, her three children, and his mother to an apartment complex with high security. he knew that if anyone found out that he betrayed everyone for them, they’d surely come after them, and part of his agreement with the cia was that they’d be placed under protection. 

and that has all brought us to the eden we know today! lastly, though, some personality!

very unhinged, very careless, honestly just here for a good time. he loves anything that goes ‘boom’. the bigger the better kind of person. you know, go big or go home. 

he’s been receiving therapy for adhd, which means that it’s easier to live with now, but he’s still a very distracted person. he spaces out of conversations, brings up random subjects, and basically his train of thought just goes a lot of places in a small expanse of time. he needs to find interest in something to truly be focused, otherwise simple tasks can take him a while. something that has always captivated him are weapons. they’re like the love of his life, pretty much.

his whole coping mechanism is humor. he laughs at the things that happen to him in life, and he’s so used to the bad things happening that it’s easy to take them as they come. a trait he received from years of living with his mother. 

he’s catholic, though not too involved in the religion. definitely believes in god and definitely believes he’s going to hell. he prays almost everyday but only goes to church every now and then.

you can literally do anything to him. punch him, stab him, offend his entire heritage, there will (eventually) be no hard feelings. he’s incredibly understanding, to the point of a fault. instead of caring, though, it has an opposite affect. he simply does not care enough. just don’t say anything about his brother, threaten those he protects, and things will be chill. 

ok, i’ll stop here because i absolutely gave into my habit of long intros fhdifughfd soRRY im just EXCITED. this was garbage and all over the place, but hmu anyways? hfiusdhf 

[kagedyams]

Tag thing

uh so I got tagged by @nikiviki so i guess????

The last


1. drink: Vanilla Coke (i hate it but i bought it by accident and im not a quitter)

2. phone call: My cousin FaceTimed me like a week ago?

3. text message: “I want to ride Lightning McQueen”

4. song you listened to: Rainbow by Kesha !!!!


5. time you cried: I was watching Kyoukai no Kanata last night so that 


6. dated someone twice: Haha i have a bad habit of getting together with exes. So yeah, I went on a date with a creepy ex I broke up with about a year ago last month!

7. kissed someone and regretted it: Maybe? Not that I remembered really

8. been cheated on: Naaaahh


9. lost someone special: I lost a close friend to drugs in 2014.

10. been depressed: Ongoing crisis m’dude

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: like a week ago right outside my house which was a trip

3 favourite colours

12. Light blue

13. Crimson


14. Minty pastel green

In the last year have you

15. made new friends: When I went on a summer college program I did! and some weirdass mysme cult thing???


16. fallen out of love: I guess? Still on the edge abt my feelings for someone?

17. laughed until you cried: Nicole said smth funny when we were rabbiting and I died??


18. found out someone was talking about you: Pfft ohhhh yeah

19. met someone who changed you: I guess people have made me saltier in general?


20. found out who your friends are: i mean they’re friends???? they gon stay my friends homeslice

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: pfft whats a facebook

General

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: bruh

23. do you have any pets: My two baby westies!! Comet and Shasta (after the drink they serve in hospitals lolol)

24. do you want to change your name: Maybe to Quinn or smth??

25. what did you do for your last birthday: I don’t really celebrate, so i kinda just sat at home and slept.

26. what time did you wake up: 4pm :P


27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Binging Kyoukai no Kanata

28. name something you can’t wait for: Death


29. when was the last time you saw your mom: idk I saw her passed out on the couch snoring like 5 hrs ago so then?

31. what are you listening to right now: It’s been Rainbow since it came out man

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I’m sure I have but my memory is literal crap

33. something that is getting on your nerves: Small children and mom pressuring abt college. ALSO PEOPLE WHO MOW LAWNS WHO TF DOES THAT ESPECAILLY AT NOON THAT IS SO ANNOYING LET ME SLEEP

34. most visited website: Youtube??

35. hair colour: Dark brown

36. long or short hair: It’s pretty long, like titty height?

37. do you have a crush on someone: Idk feelings are complicated. I think I’ve had this crush but literally who knows so??

38. what do you like about yourself: Oh man its gotta be the tiddies. Papaya juice has healing powers.

39. piercings: I got some on the ears. I always wanted a second hole or a naval piercing.

40. blood type: O positive!!

41. nickname: i mean I jokingly get called Paybae. Used to get called Paytron the Sex Machine a lot??

42. relationship status: Single but willing to cuddle almost anyone?????

43. zodiac: Taurus

44. pronouns: She/her


45. favourite TV show: Mekakucity Actors! Avatar: the Last Airbender and Noragami are p close seconds.


46. tattoos: Damn can some people pull them off. I’m probs too wuss to get one, but i’d like a small thing on my wrist or thigh or neck or smth.

47. right or left handed: Right handed

48. surgery: Never!

50. sport: Tennis but I succ

51. vacation: I’ve always wanted to leave the country! 

52. pair of trainers: Never catch me without these damn fake converse got for $10.

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: Like my fav food or do I like eating?? Bc I like to eat yes but I love mint ice cream.

54. drinking: Umm man I like Coke and Dr. Pepper.

55. I’m about to: finish writing this list and play Fire Emblem: Heroes

56. waiting for: V’s ROUTE HOLY DANG


57. want: to enter the void and also maybe get more than 16 hours of sleep?

58. get married: Would like to one day but lack the emotional conviction hahahaha.

59. career: Bish I’m like 12 but probably something to do with International Studies and Service

60. hugs or kisses: I crave affection, so both. But kissing can be weird, I’d much prefer a big hug and cuddle.

61. lips or eyes: Eyes! Everyone has pretty eyes, I love seeing them!!

62. shorter or taller: I’m a fuckn shrimp at 5′2. I like tall people tho!

63. older or younger: I usually attract younger people, but I’ve only dated people who are my age? If i had to pick, older, but not by much right now!

64. nice arms or nice stomach: Ooh, I’d really like a nice stomach. But Michelle Obama can crush me with her arms.

65. hook up or relationship: Depends on the mood. I prefer relationships, but hookups aint bad.

66. troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant af

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: I mean, is it a stranger if u know their name?

68. drank hard liquor: I stole my friends strawberry svedka last week. It makes my ears feel warm?

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: I’ve had the same pair of glasses for 3 years. Never lost them.

70. turned someone down: I have such a problem with saying no to people. 

71. sex on the first date: Sex has cooties


72. broken someone’s heart: I’m sure I did somewhere along the way


73. had your heart broken: In a relationship? Not really, but other things have.

74. been arrested: Kinda? I mean I was escorted to a police station but it was bc i was a baddie 12 y/o

75. cried when someone died: I mean who doesn’t cry when someone dies? Yeah, my dad and my friend

76. fallen for a friend: Hooooooooo boy yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: Only as far as I can throw myself.

78. miracles: no way Jose

79. love at first sight: I mean basic attraction ye? but the rest is strictly for my klance loving ass

80. santa claus: bish who else coming down my chimney ; ))))

81. kiss on the first date: Pfft I’d cuddle the shit outta someone on a first date yeehaw

82. angels: Anna is the purest angel so yes.

OTHER:

84. eye colour: like some greenish-blue color

85. favourite movies: 10 Things I Hate About You and Mulan!

so i guess i’ll tag @ttimemachines @hkqs @sleepybot-risianna and anyone else whos up for it

[maple-keenes]

one black coffee

summary: roman drinks way too much coffee. 

pairing: roceit, QPR analogicality 

tw: remus, deceit, cursing

wc: 3753

a/n: i’m finally dooooOOooone 

idea credit to @ilovemygaydad!!! love ya morgan

general:

@analogical-chaos @theflatpancake @ilovemygaydad @alltimevirgilant @virgiliananxiety @romanticsanders @theincediblesulk @wroammin @creativity-killed-thekitten @bitchyybabyy400 @wooflesthatwoof @lyditist @heck-im-lost @max-is-tired @demurphart @thelowlysatsuma @land-of-dragons-and-frogs @theeternalspace @magicallygrimmwiccan @weirdsthenewnormal @romansleftshoulderpad

College is dumb. Don’t do college. 

Roman, a musical theater major, can tell you this with one hundred percent certainty. He is in college, his second year, and it’s dumb. 

Adult life, similar to college, is also dumb, except for the fact that Roman no longer has to beg his mother for coffee money when he wanted to go to Starbucks. In fact, he’s stopped going to Starbucks altogether, which definitely has to do with the fact that the local shop on campus, Mocha My Day (which is an awful pun, by the way, the author has no idea what they’re doing), is cheaper than Starbucks, invites their employees to wear tags with their pronouns, and is eco-friendly, and nothing to do with the barista who works there that Roman definitely doesn’t have a crush on. 

This barista was absolutely gorgeous, with rich brown skin interspersed with patches of white, and green-yellow eyes that stared into Roman’s soul and melted his heart at the same time. His hair was as soft as could be, he assumed, since he’d never actually touched it, and oh, Roman could so fall in love with this guy. 

But not really. Just ‘cause he’s the most attractive man on Planet Earth doesn’t mean Roman is into him. 

(Yes, it does. He’s into him.)

But the details of Roman’s romantic life are of no matter currently, because it’s 8 am and he has two classes today, one of which is awfully boring, /and he only got three hours of sleep last night. 

Roman sidled up to the counter, smiling at the barista (his very favorite barista, the cute one) and said, “Hi, I’d like a large black coffee please!”

The barista, whose name tag identified him as ‘Damien, he/they’, took one look at Roman and smiled back. “No.” 

He startled, blinking in confusion. “I don’t think you’re allowed to refuse a drink to a customer.”

“Then I’m refusing it to you as someone who lives in your building and just happens to also work here because you just don’t need any more coffee this week.” Damien shrugged. “I’m really sorry, but I think it’s not healthy and I don’t want you to ruin that gorgeous face of yours.” 

If Roman was a computer program, the computer would have caught fire right then and there. 

“Did - did you just refuse me coffee and then flirt with me?” he asked, affronted. “Cause I don’t think I can compliment a man who won’t let me have my coffee.” 

Damien gave him an amused smile. “I’ll give you my number instead, how ‘bout that? You can text me later about why I should’ve given you the coffee. Or better yet, how about dinner? We can set that up later too. But for right now, I have other customers and I think the lady two people behind you is getting fed up.” 

“I - okay - yeah, um… So I’ll text you?” Roman stammered face flush with embarrassment. 

“Please do,” he replied with a wink. “I’ll see you around.” 

Roman left, brain still short-circuiting from that last interaction. Damien had… kind of flirted before, but nothing that direct. He’d written pick-up lines on Roman’s cups, complimented his outfits, and smiled whenever they saw each other in the halls, and Roman was now starting to realize that this guy had been trying to ask him out for at least a month now. 

Huh. 

Later that night, when Roman was out of class and sure Damien was off work, he eagerly pulled out his phone and typed his number in. 

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 6:21 PM

hey! this is the boy from the coffee shop and from two floors up, my name’s roman :0

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 6:21 PM

were you serious about wanting to go on a date?

A minute passed. 

Three. 

Five. 

Roman tried to distract himself by looking at his assigned reading, but he couldn’t focus. /Why wasn’t he responding?

Eventually, after an eternity (seven minutes) Roman’s phone pinged with a new text. 

DAMIEN!!!!!!! <333333 6:28 PM

yeah! lol sorry I was walking home. i was just waiting for the right time to ask n today seemed good enough 

DAMIEN!!!!!!! <333333 6:28 PM

you really should drink less coffee though, it’s not healthy. 

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 6:29 PM

judge me later, coffee boy

DAMIEN!!!!!!! <333333 6:29 PM

haha. my names damien btw, i think u knew that though. demiboy extraodinare, he/they

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 6:29 PM

he/him. trans icon

DAMIEN!!!!!!! <333333 6:30 PM

i AM thank u it feels nice to be acknowledged

Roman laughed out loud, clutching his phone to his chest. How could one guy be so hot and so funny? The laws of physics denied that even being possible. 

“Virgil!” he called, hoping his roommate would answer. “Come look at what Damien texted me!” 

“No,” came the muffled response, and Roman sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“Please?” 

“Still no.” 

Roman stood up and walked into his roommate’s room, shutting their laptop (allegedly used for an art history paper, actually being used for gay Tik Tok compilations) and sitting next to them on their bed. “Look, he’s like, super funny, and - “ 

Virgil groaned and rolled over, rubbing their eyes. “I get it, you’re in love with him. I was in the middle of my paper.” 

“You were watching Tik Toks.” 

“I still don’t care about your gay shit,” they responded, though they sat up and looked at Roman’s phone. “Oh, he’s a demiboy? Neat. Also, you really should stop drinking so much coffee.” 

He huffed, glaring at Virgil. “What is it, Pick On Roman Day?” 

“That was last Thursday.” 

“Haha.” Roman rolled his eyes, standing back up and already starting to text Damien a detailed list of everywhere he’d ever thought about them going on a date together. “Do you think he’d be into somewhere more classy or more memorable?”

Virgil glared daggers at him. “Get out of my room or I’m calling Logan and Patton and making you listen to us talk about feelings.” 

“You don’t scare me!” He stuck his tongue out at them. “I’ve had conversations with the three of you before.”

“Get. Out.” 

It was a day later (or six years, according to Roman’s sense of time) that they met up in front of the coffee shop. Damien had just gotten off work, and he had been secretive about where he was taking Roman, so he was just currently… sitting on the bench outside of Mocha My Day and hoping his outfit was cute enough. 

He stood up when he saw Damien walk out of the cafe, smiling. They had traded their usual apron for a nice yellow shirt, and Roman was trying his hardest to keep his jaw from becoming permanently stuck to the floor. 

“You look really nice,” Roman said, and a smile tugged at the corners of Damien’s mouth.

“You too,” they responded. “Red suits you.”

He blushed furiously, causing Damien to laugh. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me, my dates usually aren’t so smooth.” 

They grinned. “Get used to it, Roman. You’re cute when you blush.” Ignoring Roman’s sputtering and the fact that their date’s face was currently as red as a tomato, he offered his hand out to Roman, and the other young man took it shyly. 

“So, where are we going?” Roman asked, picking up his pace to keep up with Damien. “You’ve been secretive over text.” 

They winked. “It’s a surprise.” 

He bit back a smile, feigning annoyance. “I can’t believe my date won’t tell me where we’re going on this date with my date.” 

“On a date.” 

“Yeah,” Roman said, as both of them broke into giggles.

As it turns out, they were going to a theater downtown and then to dinner afterward, and both of those were both so nice and so expensive that Roman was curious if a) Damien had been stalking him, and b) how much money Mocha My Day paid and should he start working there if it allowed him to afford more theater. Overall, the show was good and all, but Roman ended up stealing glances at Damien’s face, illuminated by the glowing lights. 

Damien caught sight of Roman watching him, and they made a face, causing both of them to start giggling uncontrollably (much to the chagrin of the patrons around them). 

At dinner later that night, Roman bit his lip and finally asked what he'd been thinking since they had asked him out, which was, "Why are you interested in me?"

They raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?" 

Roman cleared his throat nervously. "I mean, I'm not exactly anyone's first choice. I'm a short, dramatic trans guy who can't even pick up on a little bit of flirting and is laying all his insecurities on the table on the first date.”

"Roman…" Damien sighed. "I'm a tall demiboy with vitiligo and you think I get to pick and choose? I asked you out because you're cute and funny and brave." 

"Brave?" 

They shrugged. "Yeah. Brave. I think you're brave. And that's the most affection you're ever getting from me, so enjoy." 

He laughed, reaching across the table to take Damien's hand. "I think you're brave too." 

"I…" They blushed, a smile tugging at the corners of their mouth. "Thanks, Roman." 

For the next two days, Roman felt like he was floating on a cloud. He and Damien texted back and forth nonstop about this and that and history and classmates and dates and how cute the other was and he never tired of it. 

During Intermediate Dance the next Wednesday, Roman was sitting on the bench and laughing at a meme Damien had sent him when his teacher, a young man named Thomas who had been on Broadway for several years and then decided that he preferred teaching kids, sat down next to him. 

"So, Roman… you've been really distracted these past few days," he said, looking concerned. "Is everything alright?" 

He scrambled to hide his phone and the messages on it. "Er… yeah." 

Thomas tilted his head to the side. "That doesn't sound very convincing."

"I promise everything's fine!" Roman said frantically. "I was just… texting my brother. He's having a really rough time in classes," he continued, pulling a lie out of his ass. 

The older man nodded sympathetically. "Remus, right? He's in one of my classes." 

Shit fuck goddamn I actually have a brother who goes here, how did I forget that, Roman thought, annoyed at his inability to lie and his memory for forgetting that he like, had a brother. 

"Um, yeah. Him." Roman was gonna owe Remus big time for this one. 

Thomas patted his shoulder kindly and stood up. "Let me know if you need me to talk to him!" 

"I will!" he called as Thomas walked away, mentally kicking himself for being the dumbest person ever.

He got up, grabbing his bag, and walked out of the dance studio quickly typing a text to his brother detailing what had happened and why Remus should not stab him.

As Roman was sending the message, he ran headfirst into one of his roommate's QPPs, Patton. 

"Hey, kiddo!" Patton exclaimed, holding his hand out to Roman to help him up. Patton was a senior, and his only character flaw was that, and Roman swears by this, that he doesn't like mangoes for some reason. "Are you alright?" 

"Yeah, just a bit distracted." Roman rubbed his head. "Sorry about that." 

He waved a hand through the air. "It's no problem. He/him day, by the way." 

Roman nodded. "I saw your bracelet." 

"So what were you doing on your phone? Texting a boy, maybe?" he asked, giggling.

He rolled his eyes, laughing. "Yeah, my brother." 

Patton nodded sagely. "He's a sneaky one." 

"No idea what that means. Anyways, I trapped myself in a lie with Thomas and now I need my brother to stick with it," Roman said, sighing. 

"What happened?" 

"Stuff," he answered vaguely. "I don't wanna be late to class so I gotta go, but you'll find out after I tell Virge."

Patton mouthed an "oh" and grinned. "Well, I have to get home before my brain decides that I am a girl now, so bye for now, Roman! Love ya, kiddo!" 

"Love you too, Pat." 

As he walked away, Roman’s phone dinged with a text. He opened it, hoping it was from Damien, knowing it was from Remus. 

monsterfucker 1:13 PM

YOUR A BITCH ROMAN PATRICK KINGSLEY

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 1:15 PM

*you're 

monsterfucker 1:16 PM

you'r a bitch roman patrick kingsley

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 1:17 

takes one to know one remus brian kingsley

monsterfucker 1:18 PM

you owe me at LEAST 5000 favors 

Roman laughed out loud, tucking his phone in his pocket. He would deal with his brother later. 

After his classes, Roman swung by Mocha My Day, and he watched Damien’s face light up as he walked in. He smiled shyly and waved to Damien, who grinned and nodded back. 

He sat down at a table next to the window and opened his laptop, looking over his notes from his last lecture. Roman had only been sitting down for about five minutes when someone sat down across from him, and they reached across and shut his laptop. 

“Damien!” Roman cried, drawing a few weird looks. “I thought you were working!” 

He shrugged. “I got permission to take a couple minutes to see you. So, I wanted to talk to you about something…”

Roman bit his lip. “Yeah?” 

Noticing that he’d tensed up, they reached a hand out and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. “Sorry, I just wanted to ask you when you wanted to go out again.” 

He exhaled. “Um, whenever you want to is fine.”

“Roman.”

“Yeah?”

Damien chuckled. “You can tell me when you want to go out. It’s okay. I picked last time, it’s your turn.” 

“I don’t really know,” he said, thinking. “I honestly just want to go out as soon as possible. I really liked our last date.” 

“Then let’s go right now!” they exclaimed. “Remy’ll cover my shift -” 

“I will not!” the aforementioned Remy interrupted, though Damien ignored him. 

“- and we can go get ice cream or something and watch the sunset. Come on, it’ll be romantic.” 

Roman thought for a minute, then nodded. “Alright, let’s go.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes!” he responded, grinning. “You had me at romantic.” 

And with that, Damien quickly grabbed his stuff and headed out with Roman, possibly having bribed Remy to take his shift. They climbed into Damien’s car and drove off, Roman giggling the whole time. 

“God, why does this feel so forbidden?” he asked, rolling down the window. “No one cares. We’re not running away from anything.” 

“We could be.” 

Roman glanced over. “What do you mean?” 

“Just pretend that you’re running away from something. Transphobia, someone you hate, anything. We could be running far away from everything, everyone.” They sighed, gripping the wheel tight. “I don’t know if this makes sense.” 

“It does, it does.” He smiled softly, patting Damien’s knee. “We’re running away together, then.” 

They smiled back gratefully. “Thanks, Roman. I really appreciate it.” 

Once they reached the secret destination (the beach near their college), both boys climbed up onto the top of Damien’s car and sat next to each other, Roman’s hand resting on top of theirs. 

“This is such a gorgeous view,” he said, leaning into Damien, who shifted so that Roman was more comfortable. 

They sighed, glancing over to Roman, who was staring off into the distance. Roman’s face was illuminated by the glowing sun over the ocean, his hair moving softly in the wind. 

He was beautiful. 

Roman looked over at Damien, who was carefully watching him. "What? Is something wrong?" 

Their cheeks turned pink as they shook their head. "I was just admiring the view." 

"I - Damien!" he exclaimed, smiling. "That's just cheesy." 

"You love it and you know it." 

Roman flushed, his face turning as red as it could. "I do, but that doesn't excuse the fact that it's super cheesy." 

Damien tucked a stray piece of hair behind Roman's ear. "I think the fact that it's cheesy might be excusable in this case." 

He melted into the touch. Roman looked up at Damien, who's patterned face was turning a lovely shade of pink and blue as the sun set behind them, and he was suddenly aware of how close the two of them were to each other. 

There was something that sparked inside Roman at that moment, and he straightened up and leaned over, cupping Damien's face in his hands and kissing him softly. 

Damien let out a startled noise before realizing that hey, this felt pretty nice, and wrapping their hands around Roman's waist. 

The two of them weren't perfect at kissing, and they weren't the kind of couple that you would photograph - a demiboy with vitiligo, a short trans guy - but they were the kind of couple that didn't care that the other wasn't the ideal kind of boy or the ideal kisser, and they still sat there, on the roof of Damien's car, kissing in front of the sunset. 

It's a private moment, and we won't interrupt any longer. 

The next day, Roman was practically floating on air as he walked from class to class, texting Virgil about all the details of last night and how they'd kissed. Virgil, despite their facade of not caring about anything, was eager to listen to Roman talk about how perfect this guy was. They were nothing if not a good friend. 

Virgil was not, however, the only person who got a detailed account of Roman and Damien's date the previous. Remus, Roman's brother, who was notorious for being 'a horny motherfucker', asked Roman to please shut up about his date, Patton, who was happy to hear it'd gone well, and Logan, Virgil's other QPP, who was glad that it had gone well, but was trying to finish a paper. Several of Damien's coworkers had also gotten a play-by-play, and Remy, the man who had, unfortunately, had to cover their shift, was slightly less annoyed about it upon learning that it was for like, love or something.

Roman, unluckily, had Dance again the day after, and he had decided that he was going to come clean to Thomas. This was not based upon his own decision making, it was based upon the fact that Remus had taken back his offer of repayment by favors and had decided that he was going to stab his brother if the situation was not remedied. 

You know, sibling stuff. 

He knocked on his teacher's office door after class and opened it after he heard Thomas say 'come in!" from inside. 

"Hey, Thomas," Roman said, smiling sheepishly. "I owe you an apology, I think." 

"About your lie about your brother?" he responded, lacing his fingers together. "I know, Roman." 

He sighed, relieved, before starting as he realized what his teacher had said. "Wait, you do?" 

Thomas chuckled lightly, smiling. "Yeah. Your boyfriend is my TA, and he's much better at lying than you, which means that he tells me when he's being honest. And may I just say, your date a couple of days ago was so romantic." 

Roman bit his lip to keep from laughing. "I guess I should have known that, then." 

He nodded. "Plus, Remus spent a large amount of class muttering about how frustrated he was with his brother, and that's without the cursing," Thomas said. 

"Oh. Well, I'm really sorry about all of that, Mr. Thomas. I should've just been honest," Roman apologized. 

Thomas shrugged. "It's not a big deal. Mr. Kingsley. I understand the panic of not wanting to share something like that with your teacher, but Damien and Remus are very different people from you. But I wish you luck in your relationship. And I know that I'm a teacher, and so I'm not supposed to care, but I'm rooting for you two. Damien needs someone like you to balance them out." 

"Thanks, Mr. Thomas." 

After that conversation, Roman felt like a little weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It was good to know that he wasn't in trouble, but he felt as if he'd gotten off a little bit easy. 

Returning home and collapsing on the couch, he pulled out his phone and grinned when he saw his home screen, which was a selfie of Roman and Damien from their date last night. Roman was leaning into their shoulder and Damien was pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

He smiled. Something good was gonna come out of this relationship, Roman was sure of it. 

epilogue

Damien bit their lip as they finished the last coffee of their shift. Remy gave them a reassuring nod as they went into the break room to quickly change into their nice clothes for their date tonight. 

It was the final semester of Damien's senior year and Roman's junior year. Damien had found a little job reporting for a local newspaper, and they were glad to be staying in town. You'll see why in a second. 

They fixed their bowtie in the mirror and sighed. One of the other employees, a new barista named Emile, gave them a thumbs up and smiled. Damien smiled back and asked, "Could you hand me my jacket and that little box over there?" 

Emile nodded and stood up. "Good luck tonight, Damien. We're all rooting for you here." 

"Thanks," they said, tucking the little box into their pocket. "Trust me, you'll all be the first to know what he says." 

"It'll be yes. I just know it." 

A bell chimed at the front of the store, and Damien closed their eyes, centering themselves before walking out to the front of Mocha My Day. "Hey, Ro! You ready?" 

Their boyfriend nodded, smiling. "You're being secretive about this date. It's like the first one all over again." 

"Well, you'll see," they responded with a wink. "Come on, let's go. I have a surprise waiting." 

(He says yes.)  

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matchup: elliott (+nsfw)

hiya! im elliott and im a trans guy, he/him pronouns.

appearance: i have ginger hair that’s kinda longish (i keep it tied back in a small bun sometimes), and its super wavy! i have blue/green eyes and i wear glasses (got a hipster vibe goin on). i have a bit of facial hair, just some scruff on my chin. i have pale skin with freckles around my cheeks and nose. i have a thicker build! big boned and soft, but strong if that makes sense? theres some muscle under the chub. i’m 5'9.

my MBTI is INFJ and i’m a pisces, and they both fit me very well!

personality: i consider myself to be a funny guy, but i can also be serious when needed. nerdy i guess? im also supportive - i like to help people out, and my friends + family mean the world to me. i get a bit closed off at times, and i have issues with commitment and my social anxiety gets in the way of relationships, but i try my best! i have a dry sense of humor and sometimes i can be a bit bitchy, but i try to be positive too!! i love puns and memes,, i usually use humor to deflect from my emotions because im scared of being vulnerable. feeling things is kinda hard for me because of depression + anxiety and i need help to actually feel certain emotions. despite that, i go into most situations with a smile!

likes/interests: i love video games!! theyre probably my #1 hobby. i love the immersive world and being able to escape into a game. zelda games are my favourite. im also a sucker for sports (played soccer and volleyball in school), but im chill with nerdy stuff too (anime, manga, dnd). im also artsy! ive been into photography and graphic design all my life. sleeping is my fav thing in the world and i can sleep for So Long. i love cats!! i have an adorable kitty named mino. i love autumn; the colorful leaves, the sweater weather, and the coziness!

dislikes: crowds, being around lots of noise. conflict is the worst and i try to avoid ppl fighting at all costs. ive never been a very outgoing person and i hate parties, esp ones with drugs and alcohol (id rather chill by myself and with friends). im not a fan of summer bc it gets way too hot and uncomfortable, i’d rather be cold than warm. im not a fan of meeting new people, i prefer old friends rather than new friends and i tend to get weird and quiet around new people. im very smart, but school was never fun for me because i was bullied very harshly. i didnt enjoy the stress of the environment either.

sexual preference: gay!! i like boys

headcanons: - what did he first like about me/what attracted him to me? my personality, looks, etc? - how do our personalities mesh and clash? do we argue, or generally get along? - what kind of physical affection headcanons do you have? is he affectionate or more closed off? whats the cuddle and kissing dynamic like?

nsfw headcanons: - what kind of turn ons do we both have in bed? - whats the general sexual dynamic? is it soft or more rough? whos more dominant? - any other nsfw headcanons are welcome (/u\)

thank you and i hope this isnt too difficult!! i hope i get someone good :3!! love your blog & keep up the good work!!

I ship you with Kenma Kozume!

You two would be “the chill couple that is never seen ever”. Both of you would prefer to stay indoors and play video games than go to a wild party on the weekends. Being with Kenma would be stress-free cause half the time he doesn’t give any shits. + dry humour together yee.

You’d probably have been introduced to each other by a mutual friend or something, but Kenma would be super happy about the fact you share his love of gaming. Though it might not be obvious. Physically, he’d like the fact you’re rly soft, but also strong. Even though he’s not like- hugely sporty, he really likes the fact you enjoy them. Not to mention you’re smile (makes him melt). He’d probably be very loved by your cat. He’s a cat magnet.  

Man, you two would get along fantastically. There would rarely ever be fighting unless it concerns forcing Kenma outside to do anything he don’t wanna do. Even then, it’s more like an affectionate “Fuck off” than anything and cuddling later (SPOONING).

Kenma is kind of in the middle when it comes to physical affection. He’s a little bit standoff-ish at first but slowly becomes comfortable with things. Shy boy, he doesn’t know how to hug and do things very well so he really needs some guidance. Since you’re soft it’s very comforting for Kenma. When it’s cold he really wants cuddles, so be prepared to provide. But he won’t say, he expects you to know when he wants one. That’s a tricky thing in the relationship. Kisses are usually very short and sweet, he doesn’t really know what to do to make it heated or more passionate. He’s very awkward with kissing in general and doesn’t know what to do when you kiss him. He’d rather initiate otherwise he doesn’t react and just sits there.

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It’s tough to say for Kenma, but he probably likes hair pulling. I dunno, I just think that he’d really like it. Him pulling your hair, you pull his hair, it doesn’t really matter. He’s kinda vanilla, precious thing. But he does prefer to be dominated and treated like gold. Not like he won’t do the same for you, but he’s very shy about it.

Sure, Kenma likes to be dominated, but he doesn’t mind if he dominates. I imagine it’d be soft sex mostly, very intimate and loving. Kenma would like to see your face during it, even if he got really embarrassed if you say his. He thinks that your eyes are pretty and is just an awkward kitty cat in bed mostly.

He’s not really kinky, but he’s mostly willing to try new things unless it involves teasing or being denied of something. He’d probably wear a cat costume if you wanted him to, or even a skirt or cosplay. He’d be able to pull it off too.