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[altfire]

am i basic. perhaps

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jumpscares u 🧙🪄🔮

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ever just hot?

[kyxgrey]

~ my feet are going to be on the ground ~

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cosplaying is fun but fucking expensive?

[someusername]

It’s my cat’s birthday

I saw this and thought about Remus and Sirius, so this happened.

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*Ping* Remus’ cellphone announced that he had received a message. When he opened the text, he sighed. It was from James.

James: Hey, Rem! Wanna have lunch? My treat

He had been inviting Remus for lunch almost every Friday since the beginning of the semester. It was a nice gesture and Remus loved free food, but it was not as innocent as a simple lunch between friends. No. James had hidden intentions. Well, not that hidden. His intentions were clear as water, but he liked to think he was being subtle.

On Fridays, Remus had a class with Lily, just before lunch break. And every Friday James would send the same text to Remus when his class was ending. Remus would exit the classroom with Lily, only to see James waiting for him (them) outside. James would then ask Remus if he was ready for lunch and, using his not-so-good acting skills, turn to Lily exclaiming something on the lines of “Oh, Evans, what a coincidence. Do you want to tag along?”

Lily used to refuse at first, but after a couple of weeks of constant insistence, she accepted to have lunch with them. After some more weeks, Lily started being more friendly with James and he was over the moon. However, instead of going for lunch just the two of them like a normal we-are-quite-not-dating-yet-but-yes-we-are couple, James was still inviting Remus as an excuse to invite Lily along.

Remus replied to James’ text and busied himself again.

Remus: Sorry, James. Can’t today

James’ answer didn’t take long.

James: What? Why? Come on, Sirius is also coming today ;)

Sirius… For the last two Fridays, James’ friend, Sirius, had been joining them for lunch. It was a welcomed addition to their lunch dates, as Remus had someone to talk to and share his third-wheeling. Over those two lunches, Remus and Sirius had gotten to know each other a bit. Enough for Remus to take a special liking toward Sirius, but not enough for him to know if Sirius could possibly be interested. It was not very likely, and he tried to maintain his little crush as hidden as possible. But apparently, he had not been too sly about it. James had noticed.

Remus: It’s Leo’s birthday

It sounded like a pathetic excuse, but it was true. Today was his cat’s first birthday and Remus wasn’t going to let him spend the day alone, so he had skipped a couple of classes to be at home earlier. He could ask Lily for the notes.

James: What?

Remus sent a photo of Leo with a tiny birthday hat, in front of the wall on which he had put a sign reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

James did not answer after that.

About half an hour later, his phone pinged again with some new messages. This time it was from an unknown number.

Sirius: Hey! I hope you don’t mind, James gave me your number after I asked him why are you not joining us for lunch today. He didn't want to tell me, so I hope it's nothing bad? Are you okay?

Sirius: It’s Sirius, btw

Remus stared at the text for a moment. He blinked and read it again. It was from Sirius. He was worried about Remus, about why he had not joined for lunch.

Remus felt a little smile tug at his lips, and replied to the text.

Remus: Hi!

No, I don't mind. I'm fine, nothing bad happened. It's Leo's first birthday and I couldn't leave him alone all day.

A couple of beats passed before the reply came through.

Sirius: … What?

He sent Sirius the same photo he had sent James.

Not a second later, his phone chimed in his hands.

Sirius: OMG! It's your cat's birthday!

Sirius: Look at him with his little party hat!

Sirius: I think it's true what they say about pets looking like their owners. He is one of the cutest things I have seen ;) 

Remus didn't know how to respond to that. He felt himself blushing. He didn't want to get his hopes high about Sirius flirting with him, so he settled on confirming that yes, Leo was the cutest cat, indeed.

After some more time, another text from Sirius arrived.

Sirius: How does Leo feel about dogs?

That was a weird question, and not what Remus thought would follow in their conversation.

Remus: He's very friendly with all the other animals he has met. So I would say he does feel kind of okay about dogs. Why?

Another silent moment, followed by the next Sirius' text.

Sirius: And how does he feel about dogs' handsome owners that were looking forward to meeting his owner for lunch and finally asking him on a date?

Now was Remus' turn to be confused. Was Sirius really saying that he wanted to go on a date with Remus? That he was going to ask him on a date today over lunch?

Remus: … What?

The next text was accompanied by a picture. It was a selfie of Sirius hugging the biggest black dog Remus had seen.

Sirius: I was thinking, if Leo and you are okay with it, Snuffles and I could come over to celebrate Leo's birthday. We could bring snacks and take out?

Remus stared at his phone. Was Sirius really asking him on a date? Was he suggesting that he wanted to come to Remus’ flat and spend time with him and his cat for his cat’s birthday?

Remus: Leo says it’s alright as long as you bring snacks ;)

Sirius: Perfect! It’s a date then!

Yes, Sirius was going to spend time with him and his cat on his cat’s birthday. Remus sent him the address and busied himself organizing a bit around the flat.

Two hours later, Remus and Sirius were sitting on his sofa watching a movie, while Leo and Snuffles shared the pet friendly cake Sirius had brought. The two animals took a liking for each other immediately after meeting, and even took a nap cuddled around each other after finishing the cake.

Remus looked around to his little flat. He looked at Sirius at his side and to their pets on the floor. He couldn’t believe how this could be one of the best first dates he had ever had. Definitely not a common one, but it was certainly one for the books.

[pixie88]

Christmas time

Chapter 4 - Addicted to you.  

A/N: Sorry it’s been a while since I uploaded the last chapter! I hope this chapter makes up for it!  😘 I’m still not a hundred percent back because the kids are on their summer holidays and we are busy, but I hope I will get a few hour writing and reading soon. So weird writing this chapter in the middle of summer. I hope you like it 😘  

Tagging those who asked to be tagged but if you want to be added let me know!

Please give me your honest opinions good or bad! 😘

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst & NSFW

Songs (Adding my favourite Christmas song to this chapter and a song I think is perfect for a scene in this chapter):

Word Count: 2757

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy! 😘 

The night before...

Harry kept his promise, he found matching Christmas pajamas. He had even gone as far to get them Christmas mugs.

After a Chinese take away, they're snuggled up on the sofa watching Laila's favourite Christmas film A Christmas Carol - starring Jim Carey before the film is finished Laila is asleep against his chest. Not wake her, he shuffled from under her and carried her to bed.

Christmas morning.

The bed the moved with him, creaking with each spring that popped back into position as his movements became heavier. He's panting and breathless "Come on, Laila! Wake up!"  he excitably calls out as he bounces up and down on the bed like a big kid. She feels the mattress sink and pop back up until she feels it dip either side of her before kisses are peppered all over her face "Harry!!" she groans half asleep.

"Harry, stop!" she laughs, "Nope.....*kiss*.....not....*kiss*....until.....*kiss*.....you.....*kiss*.... get....*kiss*....up!" he smirks"I can't get up if you are on top of me!" she says, he rolls off her "Come on!" she rolls onto her side looking at him "You are like a big kid you know that right?" he grins, "I have a right to be excited it's my first Christmas with the girl who means the world to me! Today is going to be amazing!" her cheeks burn "You need to make me a coffee." she nudges him before getting up.

A little later.

He pulls out the lacy Christmas themed lingerie from the Santa wrapping paper "Sorry, my love, but these aren't my size!" he baits her, she tuts playfully "They are for me to wear and you to enjoy!" she laughs as he hands her the next present he had gotten her under the wrapping paper she pulls out a photo album.

Her face lights up the first photo is one Rem sneakily took at his stag do the pair were clearly in deep conversation with the caption *The night she caught my attention* the next is a selfie of Harry in a mirror with freshly cut hair and the caption *Changed barbers hoping she would notice me* the next one is of them on top of the o2 arena *the day she caught me staring at her arse and didn't slap me* flicking through the photos all the times he wanted to take a photo made sense every photo of the big moments where in this album.

Until she reached the last page which was blank, but the caption said *Look in the tree, will you take the next big step with me?* she looks at him confused and he points to the tree.

Laila send the photo to her family.

20 Minutes earlier.

She puts her hand into the tree not finding anything "Higher" he tells her, her hand grasp around a piece of string with something weighting it down. Thinking it was another Christmas ornament she unhook it from the branch and pulls it from inside the Christmas tree.

She notices what's hanging from the string she looks towards him shocked. "Harry?!" He has the brightest smile on his face "Laila!" He smirks. "Wha....t, what's this?" She asks.

He chuckles, taking her hand in his, "Laila, when Alec mention who would be at the stag weekend I honestly thought maybe this was the time to get back on the horse so to speak, but if I'm honest with you, you completely  knocked me off it. You didn't give me an easy ride AT ALL!" He chuckles, "But that's what made you different from the others, you didn't judge me when I told you that I was a personal trainer or seem remotely interested either." he rolled his eyes at her, "You opened up to me about something you haven't told anyone and to me that speaks volumes. You are the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about when I go to sleep. I honestly can't imagine my life without you, those couple of weeks were torture to me and I've never had that with a girl. I mean you won over my dad for god' sake not even my brothers wives have achieved that!" The pair laugh which is a good sign for him.

"Laila Carelli, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He holds his breath waiting for her answer.

"Harry...I...YES! Yes, of I will!" she beaming, he takes the ring from her hand and places the ring on her finger, then pulls her in for a passionate kiss, his arms holding her close. He never believed she would say yes, this almost feels like a dream, she pulls away "We need a photo for the album!" she looks down at her ring and her eyes well up and it hits him this isn't the first time she has been asked that question.

FUCK! Why didn't I think?! He thought.

The present.

"Harry, are you sure?" she asks as he's driving along "Yes I am! I think you need to do this," she links her fingers through his, he brings them up to his lips and kisses her knuckles "I love you" she whispers.

When he came up with the idea she thought he was joking, but his eyes were serious. She couldn't believe her luck. How much he understood her without her saying a word.

They pulled into the car park of the church where he had been buried, she looked to him, "Do you..erm?" she doesn't know how to ask him, but he smiles "You go! I'll be here!" he kisses her cheek as she gets out of the car.

Strolling through the graveyard she notices others visiting their relatives, finally stood in front of his grave she takes a seat against the headstone "Merry Christmas Joshy! Hope you're having a merry time up there," she smiles looking up to the sky.

"Sorry it's been a while I've been a little busy you see...I've been with this guy Harry for 6 months now," she takes a deep breath "......he's the first guy I've been with since...you. He's a good one, I think you two would have gotten along" she grins at the thought of those to meeting. "We moved in together a few weeks ago, truth be told I was scared to take big steps with him, well for a while, but now...? he makes me feel safe and happy and....today we took one of the biggest steps we could take.." her eyes gloss over.

"A step we took together Josh...I guess what I'm trying to say is....he asked me to marry him and I said yes! I love him, but know just because I'm moving on with life... it doesn't mean I'll forget you...or I'm replacing you, I just want to be loved and to love. I hope you understand" She shook her head "Listen to me talking to a headstone as if you re going to talk back."  she laughs, "I think he......he's my future!" she talks to him like wants his approval.

He moves the car, so he could see her, he watched her talk, laugh and cry. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but this was something she had to do alone. So he sat and wait...

50 Minutes later.

She opens the car door and gets into the passengers, his fingers entwine with her "Feeling better?" he asks and she nods before leaning over claiming his lips "Thank you!" she pulls away "Let's go home and celebrate our news!" her smile warms his heart as they drive home he caught her admiring her engagement ring, she was beaming that's when it hit him. She said yes! She was his fiancée and he was hers!

Once they arrived home the car pulls into the driveway. Without warning Laila straddles him in the driver's seat before crashing her lips against his "Lail...." she cuts him off pulling the lever, the chair flies backwards. Her hand slips pass his waistband and into his underwear as she grasps him, he groans.

She works up and down him "I remember.....*kiss*.....on my birthday....*kiss*....when we played never have....*kiss*....I ever?" he nods at her question not able to get his words out with her hands on him "You said....*kiss*....you had never had car sex....*kiss*....let's correct that now!" she smirks against his lip.

The windows steam up blocking their neighbours view.

Later.

"Wow! Hat astes soooo goood!" Laila says with a full mouth, he leans over and runs his thumb over her chin "You had a little bit of gravy on your chin, my love" she wipes her chin too "You've been holding out on me! You never told me that you make a mean roast!" She points her fork at him.

"You always seemed to want to make them...who am I to say no?" He laughs. "Can I ask you something?" He nods. "How long has that ring been in the tree?" She asks.

"Since we put it up!" He grins, "But what if I found it before today?" She stares at him not quite believing him. "Then I would have asked you then!" He winks.

After dinner, the pair face time their families before preparing for tomorrow, they had a total of 15 kids and 25 plus adults to cater for thankfully they only had a few bits to sort as Liz and Terry said they would cook a lot of the stuff in their big ovens at the pub. Rose and Colin also offered to do a few bits.

Boxing day.

Laila still hadn't told her parents that Alene was bringing Melissa, but it was something she needed to do as soon as they got to hers. So asked them to come an hour earlier than everyone else, Harry let them in with the trays of food, Mabel dances around their feet wanting attention "Mum, Dad, you two are amazing! Thank you!" she smiles and looks over to Harry knowing the awkward conversation they were about to have "That's OK, princess! Let's get a closer look at this ring then" Terry takes his daughters hand inspecting the ring closely.

"Congratulations you two!" Liz brings the pair in for a hug neither of them could breathe. "Thanks Liz!" Harry manages to say before she lets the pair loose "As mum said congratulations and Harry, thanks for making this one smile again!" he held out his hand to shake Harry's before hugging his daughter.

"Erm...mum, dad! There is something I need to tell you!" Liz's face lights up "He put a baby in you!!" she screams. Terry shook his head at his wife "What?! No! Mum!" Liz's facial expressions changed quickly "Someone is coming today....I just wanted to warn you before they go here." Both her parents look at her wondering who this special guest was.

"The things is...Alene and Remy have been in contact with Melissa the last few....." Terry cuts her off, waving his hands "NO! NO! Laila, I will not be in the same room as that woman..." Terry turns making his way to the front door. "Dad! Please!" Laila chases after him. He turns to his daughter "Laila, you know more than anyone what pain that woman caused her child! Sorry, but I can't sit there and be a hypocrite."

"Dad! Please just listen to me. She wants to make amends and from what Alene and Rem tell me it seems like back then she was scared to go against Jin!" she can see in his eyes he isn't going to change his mind "But if you really can't stand to be in the same room as her then fine.....go! Sorry, I want you here, but I won't take the first chance that they have to spend Christmas with their mum in over sixteen years away from them because you can't spend a few hour being civil."

She walks away and makes her way towards the kitchen, Harry smiles softly at her, in this moment he saw where she got her stubbornness and protective nature from. "Tel, come on! It's one day...Laila and Harry's day are you really going to let her ruin that?" Liz asks him. He looks at his daughter over Liz's shoulder, he takes a deep breath, closes his eye before looking to Laila "I can do civil, but for you, Laila not her!" she runs to hug him.

He wraps his daughter in a bear hug "Thank you!" she whispers.

The day goes smoothly, drinks are flowing and the food is slowly going down. Terry bit his tongue the whole day and was civil towards Melissa, he could see how grateful Rem and Alene was, but inside she made him boil.

12 years earlier.

No one knew about this, not even Liz, but when they went back for Terry's 40th birthday, he went to see Jin and Melissa. He begged and pleaded with both of them to put their religious thought to the side and be there for their kids.

Melissa sat quiet while Jin expressed his disgust over his son's sexuality, the words he used to express this made Terry flip a switch. He was raging, but held himself back because punching him would only make things worse. He couldn't understand how he could say the things he was saying about his own son or the fact Melissa said nothing to defend her son.

He interrupts Jin "you know what! You can't argue with stupid! I just hope...no, I'll make sure he does grow up to be an ignorance prick like you!" Terry steps closer to Jin  "you want to know something else! You will grow old with your kid hating you, I will watch him grow up, get his first job, pass his driving test...maybe even meet a nice lovely man and get married and you will miss out on all that because of your stupid pride!"

Terry shows himself out and heads back to the house to continue the celebrations.

The present.

Melissa cornered Terry as he came out of the toilet "Terry, look I know you are probably not happy about me being here...." Terry lets out a little laugh, "Understatement of the century!" She sighs, "But I am here for good! I want my kids back...I know I should have never let Jin dictate whether I was involved in their lives, but I thought if I went against him...well...I didn't have the courage back then and now I do. I just wanted to thank you for taking in Rem and then Alene...I'm not here to replace you and Liz in their lives..."

"GOOD! because I'm sorry to tell you, but those two might not be my kids by blood, but I see them as my own as much as Laila, Chris, Max and Nate. So if you are going to be in those kids lives, it better be for long haul! Because I won't let you hurt them again!" he hisses under his breath at her before walking away leaving her there.

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The rest of the day is relaxed and cheery, Harry's arms come around Laila's waist from behind "Hey handsome! Are you having a good day?" he kisses her neck, then his lips brush against her ear "I am, but are you?" she turns in his arms, "I've had the best day couple of days!" He kisses her lips "Me too, but if I'm honest. I can't wait to get you alone later!" She laughs, "Down boy!" she winks at him before making her way over to Rem.

Chapter 5

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [1.7]

Masterlist

Trigger Warning: kitchen smut ahead!!

Remington never found it so easy to write before, but writing about Eva came as naturally as doing a kickflip on his skateboard. And it wasn't often that Remington found himself able to write something of the happier genre, but it encompassed everything that Eva was about -- pure happiness, a dubious certainty about where he was heading in his future.

It also became obvious that Eva had all the inspiration she needed for her poetry, anybody could see that just be looking through her blog. Post after post rectified wild romances and reflected on soft mornings with coffee and slow kisses, enough to make any reader yearn for the solace and euphoria she had found in Remington. Just the other day, fans of both her and Remington exploded when she finally posted the finished draft of The Gallery.

Despite the Instagram stories, tagged posts and reactive comments under pictures, Remington and Eva had yet to come out as a public couple to the Palaye fanbase. Remington, despite loving his fans to the moon and back, knew that some liked to get a little too involved in his personal life, and he wasn't sure Eva was ready to be exposed to the flux of public opinion that was sure to whirlpool around them constantly. Eva expressed her emotions through her art, and despite being so open about her feelings she was still quite a private person; as well as little introverted, just like he was.

And having random people psychoanalyze everything about his relationship made him uncomfortable, nonetheless.

Though there was speculation in the Palaye fandom, the fans took to the Eva gossip well. She was a sweet girl with a beautiful heart, it wasn't hard for people to like her at all. She was beginning to get tagged in posts from fan accounts, some pictures screenshots of her with Remington in Caity's or Larissa's story, or the occasional selfie she would take of herself and re-filtered by another user.

"OMG they cute!!!"

"I ❤️ them!"

"She's so pretty"

"Rem looks so happy 😍😍"

Everybody was very nice, although, there were those who took to the idea of Eva not as happily as most did.

"Who the fuck is this bitch???"

"She looks boring 🤮🤮"

"Don't tell me rem actually likes her!!"

It was comments like that that made Eva want to throw her phone out the window. As much as she needed social media to boost her career, she also wanted to burn it in a dumpster fire and roast marshmallows of satisfaction over it.

"Did she pump her lips?! 🤥🤥"

It was that particular comment that had Eva tossing her phone on the counter, annoyed at the stupid side-by-side comparison some fan had put together of her for a non-existent conspiracy. She knew focusing on this media garb was pointless, but seeing total strangers scrutinize her -- simply for who she was hanging out with -- and reading all these derogatory comments tore a strip off of her.

Remington noticed how quiet she had been all morning, it started when they had gotten back from their breakfast outing and she was seemingly on her phone for the better part of the hour. He had a lump in his throat, having a pretty broad idea of what it was that was bothering Eva.

"Now remember, the phone can't fight back," he tried to joke. Eva forced a small smile, but feigned little reaction. Remington waltzed over from his spot on the couch, with Pluto being annoyed as the ear scratches had come to a sudden stop, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Eva shook her head, though her face told a different story. She wasn't so good about lying to Remington. He grabbed her phone, and despite her protests, opened the thread of Instagram comments. Nearly all of them were hating on Eva. He glared at the ugly words as though he could hear the slurs shudder through his ears.

"Did she pump her lips..." he read aloud. Eva crossed her arms over her chest, knowing exactly what Remington was going to think, "Eva, you know not to take this shit seriously, right? They're just bullshit haters,"

"I know..." she nodded, refusing to look him in the eye.

"And if they were really my fans, they wouldn't be saying that sort of shit about the people I love," he assured her.

"I know," Eva nodded again, taking back her phone, "It's just stupid words, I know. It just gets kind of hard to ignore when it's constant. And they keep tagging me in everything so of course I'll see it,"

"You can turn your notifications off, or better yet, just block them," he said, shaking his head, "I can tell you first hand how easy it is to let yourself get tied up in this sort of stuff, but it doesn't mean anything. You're worth more to me than any stupid comment,"

"Yeah..." She hummed as Remington's lips pressed against her hair, his words quiet but comforting as he started whispering, trying to convince her that she was indeed his everything. His arms wrapped around her waist as he held her, his skin warm against hers where they've touched. Her toes curled against the tiles as he kissed her neck, nose nuzzled behind her ear as he lightly grabbed her hips, fingers tangling into the hem of her shirt to playfully tug on it. Eva laughed against his lips when he kissed her, his hands sneaking under her shirt to pull her even closer to his own body, and she let him have his moment.

"You have the most incredible soul," he said, "And you're always the warmest and softest person. Those people will never know you the way I do,"

Her frustration was quickly replaced by ease, enhanced by lust simmering on the back burner in her brain, "You're worth more to me than I think you'll ever know, Rem,"

Remington lightly tickled her sides, teeth biting on her lobe as he whispered another set of flirty remarks in her ear, and she felt warm at his touch, his breath hot on her neck and face. It almost felt like he didn't know the effect he had on her -- he just needed her to know how special she was. His hands slid higher, still tickling and teasing. She felt the familiar feeling of her arousal as a finger lightly brushed against her nipple, palms sliding up to cup her breasts and lightly squeeze them. Rem chuckled as she pushed back, melting against his chest as he caressed her skin, his thumb circling around the hardening nub.

"Told you, you're warm and soft," he kissed her cheek again, fingers giving a light tweak to her nipples, "Well, except for those two,"

"You have terrible jokes," she giggled, biting her bottom lip as his palms squeezed her again, rubbing against the sensitive skin.

"And you have two very hard nipples begging for attention," he spun her around so his chest was pressed to her back, blew hot air against her ear, never stopping with his teasing touches.

He liked this game, pulling her close and making her beg for him as he grabbed and caressed her, his touches switching from soft to hard, from teasing to pleasuring. Eva never resisted his playful touches, and soon she would start pleading with him to give her something more. But she'd lost herself in the heady feeling as his fingers tweaked her nipples, thumbs circling around them, making them hard and peaked, his warm palms rubbing against them to soothe the feeling, only to start again and again.

Remington pressed his hips against her bum, and she could feel him hardening through his joggers, rubbing against her as he continued whispering in her ear, hands never leaving her breasts. He licked the spot where neck and shoulder met, sucking it gently while his fingers flicked her hard nipples, and in seconds Eva felt her knees buckle as pleasure ran through her body, making her grab onto the counter she was pinned against. Remington let out a moan paired with a quiet fuck, rutting himself against her as she trembled, suddenly feeling hot and out of breath, legs shaky as she chased the last waves of her orgasm.

"Fuck, babe, did you just come from a little nipple play?" Remington sucked her earlobe into his mouth, tugging it lightly with his teeth, "You just soaked your panties. I can feel it on my cock,"

She let out a pathetic whine and nodded, cheeks burning and feeling shy all of a sudden as Remington slid his hand from her shirt to unbutton her shorts and dip between her thighs, palm cupping her through her wet panties. His fingers stroked along the soaked fabric, a chuckle leaving his lips as he circled her swollen clit, making Eva whimper and push back against him again.

"You've made such a mess, babygirl," his fingertip pushed under her panties, running along her lips to gather some of her juices, only to pull back and find its way into Remington's mouth so he could lick it off, "I guess I have to clean you up now,"

He grabbed onto her hips and turned her around, hands sliding under her ass to cup her cheeks before suddenly picking her up and sitting her on the counter. His lips captured hers in a kiss as his fingers tangled into the sides of her panties, tugging them down her legs then sliding his hands back on the inside of her thighs.

"Spread your legs for me," he whispered his command against her lips, nipping on the bottom one, "Show me how wet that little pussy is after you came all over yourself from a little teasing,"

"Rem –" she whined as he nuzzled her nose, hot breath tickling her skin as he pulled her to the edge.

"I've said..." he pushed her knees apart and stepped between them, "Spread your legs. I'll take good care of you,"

He tapped her side and she did as she was told, face turning another shade of red as she  exposed herself to his eyes and touch. Remington groaned at the sight of her wet sex, his warm palms rubbing against the inside of her thighs as he leaned closer, thumbs spreading her lips. His eyes bore into hers as his tongue swiped between her folds, swirling around her clit before repeating his action, this time with a little more pressure.

"Delicious," he smacked his lips, giving another long lick to her, "You're fucking gorgeous, babe."

"Rem... please," her fingers tangled into his bleached hair, trying to pull him closer, "No teasing..."

"But that's the best part!" he chuckled, pressing kisses on her thighs, "How you start begging for me to eat your pussy. You know what to do, don't you?"

"Rem–" she bit her lip with another whine, cheeks heating up at his words.

"Darling, use your words," he whispered on her skin, lips pressing just above her clit, "You know how I like it,"

"Oh my God... please, eat my pussy, I'm begging you!" Eva let her words spill out of her as sure as it was a frantic prose, head thrown back and fingers tugging on Remington's hair, hips moving to try and get closer to him, "I want your tongue on me -- in me -- please Rem!"

"That wasn't too hard, was it?" he flicked her clit with his tongue, brushing his nose against it as he went lower, licking around her entrance, "You love begging for me, don't you? It got you even wetter,"

"C'mon! You  promised!" a frustrated huff left her mouth, still trying to wiggle closer. "Remington!"

"Did no such thing," he pinched her thigh, licking between her folds again at the same time, "But it's time to clean up the mess you've made,"

"You made," she corrected, and he pinched her again.

With this he dived back between her legs, fingers rubbing against her lips as he spread them, eating her pussy eagerly, tongue probing against her hole before going back to lick her swollen clit. Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging on the messy locks and Remington moaned against her pussy, quickening the pace against her lips. He grabbed onto her thighs, pulling them over his shoulders to bury his face between them, sucking the hard nub between his lips.

Eva felt her thighs shake and tighten around his head as her next orgasm slammed into her, fingers pulling on his hair to push him away, but Remington was stronger. He grabbed her hand and held it next to her body as he licked her through the orgasm, not caring how sensitive she were from his previous teasing. He moaned against her again as he felt her relax for a second, only to double his efforts until he felt her body tense, bringing her to a third climax before she could even ride out the second one.

With shaking thighs and wobbly arms she sat up, pushing him back to make him stop, her body sensitive even from the lightest of touches. Remington chuckled as he leaned against the counter, pressing a kiss on her knee when she crossed her legs. She could see her own juices shining on his lips, and she felt her stomach do another little flip when she saw him lick them off with a cheeky smile.

"That good, huh?" he lightly rubbed her sides, fingers playfully tugging on her shirt.

"Shut up," she let out a laugh, hiding behind her hands, pretending to be annoyed, "You can't just lick your lips like that, and expect me to not get turned on again,"

"Fair argument" he pulled her up, making her wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and she moaned as he pressed himself against her pussy, his voice turning breathy, "Was it good?"

"As always," she grinned.

"Than believe me when I say this feeling you have is what I want you to focus on, not that other bullshit," he nodded to her phone, "You're absolutely perfect in every single way imaginable, don't let those fuckers make you think otherwise,"

Eva pushed her lips to his, "I love you... so friggin' much," and Remington smiled, his fingers tangling back in her hair.

He kissed the tip of her nose, her heart warming as she scrunched her nose and she giggled, "I love you more,"

Remington looked down at the cheap drugstore eyeliner, mascara and a basic eyeshadow palette with dismay, glancing at Eva as she sat patiently on the closed-lid toilet. She knocked her knees together to break the silence.

"Is this all you own?" he asked incredulously.

Eva nodded, "It's all I've ever needed," she replied simply.

He stared. pointedly at the tube of mascara, "You actually have no foundation, or highlight, o-or even contour?"

She chuckled sheepishly, "I mean -- I... no?"

When she had asked earlier if he would make her over before heading out, Remington was delighted -- not realizing the challenge that was ahead of him until he saw her three little pieces of makeup, "So, you just never experimented with makeup?" he asked.

Eva shook her head, "Never really thought about it," his continual stunned state made her nervous, "Is that bad? That I don't use makeup?"

"Absolutely not! I love your natural face," he told her, "I just -- when you asked me to do your makeup, I was expecting... well -- more to work with,"

"Well, I thought you would just do some pretty eye makeup? Like you usually do, just not too extreme," she shrugged.

"I can still do that," he picked up the eyeliner, frowning at the dull end that clearly hadn't been sharpened in eons, "I will need some of my tools, though,"

Eva licked her lips, following him out of her bathroom and he raced for her door, "Don't go away, I'll be two minutes," he pecked her forehead, "And first thing tomorrow, I'm going to show you an incredible store called Sephora,"

She rolled her eyes with a faint simper, going to sit on her couch, "I'll be here!"

He didn't take very long at all, rushing past Emerson as he read his novel without a word. And Emerson was none too pressed to ask his brother what the fuss was about, not like he had the time to as Remington was back out the door seconds later, a blank paper bag in his hands. He wondered if he'd remember that they were supposed to go the skatepark later?

Remington pulled out a variety of unfamiliar palettes and bottles Eva had altogether breezed past whenever she was in the makeup aisles. She was fascinated, picking up a small gold bottle with sparkling flakes inside.

"What's a primer for?" she asked.

Remington was gobsmacked momentarily, the innocence and wonder in her eyes enough to make his heart swell, "What's a pri -- oh my God! I have so much to teach you!" his own excitement was buzzing through his body and permeating hers, "This is gonna' be fun!"

Eva tried not to fidget too much as she sat on the sink of her bathroom, with Remington staring over his collection carefully, looking back at her own delicate face to make his decision. Eva was fortunate to have near-flawless skin and high cheekbones, and the sparkling crystalline hue in her eyes was sure to compliment any color he put on her eyelids. Her knee kept bouncing up and down.

"Are you nervous?" he asked endearingly.

"I wouldn't say nervous," she replied, trying to stifle a laugh, "I'd say more... anxious? Apprehensive?"

He smiled as he picked up his primer, his voice changing in pitch and thick with sass, "Darling, don't you worry. You're gonna' look so fabulous after I'm done with you!"  

Eva quirked an eyebrow, smirking to herself, "You're adorable,"

He then set to work, applying a thin layer of the cool gel from the gold tube and rubbing it gently into her skin. Eva's knee continued to bounce, and it wasn't so much of a problem until Remington tried to brush contour onto her cheeks and she kept shaking.

"I need you to stay still," he giggled lightly.

Eva's cheeks flushed -- with no help from the blush he had ready to go -- and nodded, putting both hands on her knees to keep them still, "Sorry,"

"It's okay," he wouldn't let her see her reflection until he was done, so Eva decided to focus her anxious energy on him; tracing the wrinkles in the collar of his shirt with her eyes, trying to count his eyelashes that batted slowly, the glitter and pale red color already on his own face painted on in such a way that so classically Remington. It wasn't too much, and it wasn't too little.

"Close your eyes," she did everything he told her to do; close her eyes, turn her face, suck in her cheeks, etc. His fingers were cold as he held her in place, dusting the brush over her eyelids with slow precision.

"How's it look?" she asked quietly, trying to look at her own reflection peripherally but only getting a glimpse of her hair.

"Very beautiful," he smiled, grabbing his own tube of liquid liner and giving it a quick shake, "I should use you to model more looks for me,"

"You mean like your makeup guinea pig?" she asked.

"I wouldn't call you a 'guinea pig'," he chuckled, "More like my little muse... in more ways than just one," he kissed the tip of her nose, instructing her to close her eyes and remain absolutely still again before he applied the cold black liquid to her eyes. Eva bit the inside of her lip, trying not to fidget at the chilled sensation running over the roots of her eyelashes.

"Are you done?" she asked when he finished applying the mascara.

"Almoooosst..." he drawled, brushing his favorite highlight onto her cheeks briefly, "There. Now we're done,"

"So I can look now?"

"Go ahead," he urged, standing back so she could hop off the sink.

Eva held her breath as she saw herself in the mirror, her hair held back behind her ears to show off the beautiful, glittering glow dusting her face. She looked beautiful, but natural, with white and rose eyeshadow complimenting the matte peach color painted on her lips. She was so cool, so pretty, with her makeover pushing her natural beauty to that extra mile. Remington stood just behind her, proud of himself for his work, yet teetering on uncertainty when she didn't say anything.

"... How is it?" he asked.

She smiled at him through the mirror, bouncing up on her heels, "I look so cool!" and she took his hands and wrapped them around her smaller body, pushing her back to his chest, "We look so cool,"

"Yes, we do," he grinned, briefly biting the lobe of her ear, "So you like it?"

"I love it!"

"Can I do your makeup more often?"

"Absolutely," she turned in his arms and went to give him a kiss, but he stopped her briefly when he remembered one important tool.

"Wait a minute," he grabbed a little black spray bottle and held it in front of her face, "Close your eyes," he instructed, spritzing a cool liquid over her face. It smelled sweet, like fruit and sugar.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Setting spray, so you won't smudge," he replied, pulling her back into her arms with a lovestruck grin, "And now I can do this without the guilt," and he kissed her gently.

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Summary: Remy makes a new friend under that hole of where his heart should be

Word count: 1,662

• Remy goes out and and hangs by himself.

• He’s having a great time (takes selfies and. dances in public without a care).

• He meets Virgil on his way out and greats him for a bit.

• After their talk Virge walks away with the others, Remy looks at them for a few seconds before he leaves.

• The following night he’s up late on his phone, the screen eluminating his face.

• Without learning from his mistakes, Remy lays passed out in bed in the morning.

• He’s now driving with the window down smiling at the bustling streets of the crowded people and rushing cars.

• Gets out with a Starbucks tea in his hands. He goes to the club and parties with a big crowd, takes selfies by himself for social media, ya boy is thriving.

• A few weeks go by and Remy sees Virgil again but instead he’s with the others. Upon seeing this he hides behind a building so that he doesn’t see him.

• At the corner of his eye, Virge thinks he saw Remy for a second. When he stopped to look, he was no where to be found. He shrugs it off and continues walking with Patton, Logan, and Roman.

• From behind the building Remy sighs in relief from not being seen. He’s always preferred being alone, closing himself off from others.

• A few months go buy and Remy bumps into a man who crashed into him on his way to walking home.

• The man falls backwards to the floor, hurting his back a bit.

• Remys eyes widen from initial shock, and stumbles to help grabbing the guys scattered paper and other utilities.

• “I’m so so sorry!” The fallen man flushes with embarrassment.

• “It’s fine dude. You however, seem to have taken quite the knock out.”

• The hurried like man chuckles softly, in which Remy gives a small grin in response.

• He takes note of how the guy in front of him was wearing a Steven universe shirt, he must like cartoons.

• A good show, Remy supposes.

• “Sorry- I’m just kinda in a hurry.”

• The hurried man checks his phone to see the time. He panics, holding onto his bag tighter and runs off.

• “Thanks for the help!” He yells back to Remy as he runs off.

• He watches the man disappear in front of him, running ridiculously off into the hoard of people.

• After meeting the weird cartoon loving guy the first time, Remy honestly thought he’d never see him again. Turns out the universe had other plans.

• He saw him again as the cashier at a Starbucks (the one he usually goes to btw) and was surprised at seeing the guy there.

• Turns out he works at a coffee shop now, apparently.

• Remy ordered his latte and quickly saw that his name tag read “Thomas.”

• Not that it mattered or anything

• Remy could’ve sworn the Thomas guy was stalking him after seeing him the fourth time throughout two whole weeks. Even passing by him at a park he went by that Remy didn’t go to that much.

• Thomas teases him insisting it was fate that wanted them to be closer.

• Remy proceeds to groan in frustration and avoid the weirdly energetic man like the plague.

• Thomas wouldn’t budge though. He was like a leech that stuck to him after choosing his prey.

• But Thomas new. He started noticing Remys usual behaviors.

• When he started realizing how they both kept noticing each more often, Thomas kept note of Remys preference of isolation.

• He tried debunking his theory but it was only proven that more and more how Remys schedule was always the same when he went out in the city at specific times.

• And every time Remy wasn’t with anyone.

• Or more so, he chose to not be with anyone.

• Thomas then made it his mission to keep Remy company.

• Because everyone deserves someone in their life!

• Every time hes awkwardly asked to hang out, he was shot down every time. But that didn’t stop him alright.

• To Remy, he was pretty damn persistent but he never went overboard either. Just trying to make small talk and would leave satisfied regardless of whether or not Remy acknowledged his existence or not.

• Thomas would even sometimes chat his ear off. Going on and on about some random topics.

• Turns out, for the second time, that Thomas was late to an audition he was able to be part of. Which was why he ran into Remy that day.

• It took awhile but Remy got used to having the man around him.

• It felt almost unnatural for Thomas to not be with him practically glued to his side.

• He tried to get rid of the feeling, tried to make sense of it all but if Thomas’ mission was to try to make Remy warm up to him... then it worked.

• Remy never found anything special about himself to ever fawn over, so seeing the actor of a man-child actually want to be around him baffled him to no end.

• They both became best friends pretty soon even with Remy nervously asking Thomas to be in a queer platonic relationship.

• One night Remy is up late again.

• He receives a text pop up on his notifications that came from his friend.

• “Hey you up? I can’t sleep today rip” Thomas texts.

• Rem grins at his phone, happily tapping at his screen.

• Virgil’s on his phone, one day, waiting for the others to arrive. He’s leaned against a large pillar by the sidewalk with his headphones in, trying to block the noise of the loud chatter from the people walking past him in every direction.

• Scrolling through tumblr he’s surprised to hear some loud talking coming from someone. It wasn’t near the violet dressed boy. Must be from across the street.

• Regardless of trying to ignore it, Virgil was surprised to hear some of the loud chatter even with his headphones on.

• He takes them off his ears, with a low groan. Somewhat annoyed that he couldn’t listen to his music in peace.

• From across the lively bustling street in front of Virge, he can see Remy.

• He’s talking with some guy who he’s siting with. At a small table around a few shops, he observes.

• If the sunglass clad were even slightly observant, he’d see the normally anxious mans questioning eyes that were watching him. However Remy seemed to be too observed in his conversation with the guy in front of him. A smirk plastered on his lips, and his head leaned against the palm of his hand on the table.

• Remy seemed relatively close with him.

• Seeing this, Virgil had mixed feelings about the scene in front of him.

• None that were negative obviously. He’s glad that Remy found someone who he can be with from the looks of it.

• It was also kind of sudden too.

• They both usually have their time gaps between them for various reasons. And every time they’d meet it would only the two of them, not that it was a bad thing.

• The two usually have their chats sometime when their both not busy. Do things that whatever normal friends friends do and be on their merry way.

• Virgil could say they’re close acquaintances with Remy, borderline on friends.

• The emo tried to include Remy in Virgil’s own little clique, introduce him to the others and see if they’d get along. From knowing Remys personality, Virgil has an aching suspicion he’d especially get along with Princey.

• He was a bit disappointed in all his attempts to try to show the others Virgil’s ‘mysterious friend’ were a failure.

• Remy would make some sort of an excuse and bail last minute.

• After Virgil’s consultant with Patton after one of those said failures, he came to realize that maybe Remy wasn’t ready to open himself up yet to meet other people.

• So seeing him, after another one of their periodic time gaps, Virgil last expected to see him with another man as if he knew guy all his life.

• The sight almost warmed his heart. He’s glad someone was able to get through the barrier around Remys heart.

• Virgil took his eyes off them and continued staring down to his phone, the screen however might as well have been blank to him.

• Maybe one day Remy will introduce Virgil to his new friend. He doesn’t see that happening anytime soon, but hopefully one day.

• For now though, Virgil will just keep that information to himself.

• He predicts that Remy will just accuse him of stalking him or something.

• “-irgil! Helooo!” Patton waves a hand in front of him.

• He looks in Patton’s direction, seeing him chuckle softly at his confused and dazed state.

• “You seemed to have zoned out a bit kiddo, you alright? We all just finished shopping.”

• Virgil looks over Patton’s shoulder to see Logan and Roman with several bags in their hands. Logan lightly taps his foot impatiently as Roman smirks in Virgils general direction. Probably thinking of some sort of quip on the spot.

• Virgil groans, rubbing his eyes due to the strain of him awkwardly staring off into space while his mind was running a marathon.

• He goes with Patton towards the others.

• As the three of them chat away, the voices are distant in Virgil’s head.

• He quickly glances back to where Remy was sitting with his friend.

• When he looked back, peering between the people and the cars passing by, they were no where in sight.

• Just as Virgil predicted.

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omg happy birthday miss beebs 🥺❤️ we’ve known each other for so long??? :0 i cant believe how long we’ve been mutuals it makes me so nostalgic 🤧 i still rem the first time u tagged me in ur selfie post and i was like ... omg an angel .... 💘 but im glad i got to know u bc now i’m like ... an angel still ☺️ but inside and out !!!! have a great one and thank u for always being my support on here + on ig!!! 🍄💖���🧁 love u !!

my sweet baby 🥺🥺🥺 yea, it’s truly so crazy how fast time flies, now i’m an old maid and you’re in university 😪 i’m so glad to have been able to meet you (literally was telling my folks abt you yday lol) but truly my sweetheart, it means the whole world to me to have you in my life, i adore you 💖💕✨ thank you for your never ending support 🌷

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my dog (front) is so shy but he is slowly warming up to daycare,,, im so proud of him im gonna cry

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this shirt is my favorite i wear it way too much

[secondchancesfic]

S.C: Chapter VI

Superhero!AU

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Parental Analogical, Platonical Anxceit, unrequited love (LoganxDeceit). Sibling Roman and Remus 

Tags/Warnings: Anxiety, jealously, violence, explosions, villain!Roman,  Villain!Remus, blood, major character death (mention)

Words: 4198

-“Hey, Logan! Do you want to have some fun?” “No, I cannot compute it”- Gregory said mockingly, imitating Logan’s voice poorly. Remy laugh hysterically at the impersonation, he obviously didn’t know who the guy was or how he sounded but MAN, did Gregory made some very stupid voices.  

-Like… He really knows how to relax! He doesn’t need to get out of the office at all!- Gregory continue with a very exasperated tone in his voice.

-Sheesh, why do you even have a crush on him? Sounds like a very boring person, let alone super old- Remy gasped. –Like a grampa!-

-Now you made weird- Gregory flopped in the couch and hold a pillow.  

-I made it weird!? Bitch, it was weird all along, what are you talking about?- Remy sipped on a Starbucks plastic cup as he scrolled through his phone.

-I don’t know, I guess it’s just… He is really smart? And attentive? But…- Gregory groan. –This is so stupid…-

Remy hummed.

-Rem… I don’t feel so different…- He finally said.

Remy gulped. –Talking shit was the first step. The second step is meeting someoooone!!!- He said the last word in a singing tone.

He showed Gregory his phone, Remy was scrolling through his gallery. The photos were mostly selfies from Remy with other villains, everyone was using their complete uniforms. The villain stopped in one picture showing himself and a guy who was wearing a masquerade with white attire with golden trims.  

-Dude, this guy is super-hot! I gotta introduce you to The Prince- Remy said getting really excited.

-I don’t want to meet anyone, let alone another villain. All of them are assholes- Gregory said as he pushed Remy´s phone and sat properly.

-Except me!- Remy shouted

-Especially you- Gregory smirked.

Remy gasped offended and kept scrolling through his phone. –Ok, I gotta admit. He is a little self-centered. But my point is, you need to meet someone! This Logan guy wasn’t the only one coop up in that place, Greg. If you want to be with someone you have to go out there and show who’s boss.-

-Are we talking about dating or fighting someone?-

-You know what I mean-

-I really don’t-

-Come on! Why are you so adamant on meeting new people anyway? Excluding the villain factor- Remy asked curiously as he sip from his cup.

Gregory let out a huff and sink back in the couch -Have you seen me at all?- he said in a calm manner.

- What do you mean?- Remy was taken aback, his eyes still glued to the phone.

-Remy, I’m horrible. This fucking thing here- Gregory pointed to his scar. –People stare at it and get freak out. No one would want to date someone as hideous as me-

The villain was completely silent for once and looked directly at his friend. In all his time knowing Gregory, never did he imagine the hero would feel like that about himself. He never cared about his scar or what others thought. Or at least that’s the impression he gave.

-What are you talking about, Dee?! You aren’t hideous!-

-Totally believable …- Gregory hold himself, his bleached hair falling in his face.

-I’m serious, AND I’M NEVER THIS SERIOUS!- Remy shouted.

-That’s exactly why I don’t believe you…- He said as he grabbed the glass of water.

-Greg…- Remy was interrupted by Greg’s phone ringing.

He went to grab it and saw the number. Gregory answered the phone, Remy sat straight.

-Yes?- He continue listening, Remy watch carefully. –I’m on my way- Gregory stood up and started walking towards the exit, clicking his phone to end the call.

-Wow! Hey, where the hell are you going?- Remy stayed in the couch, while holding his cup.

-The “grampa” needs help- Remy snorted and sipped his drink. Gregory smirked.

-We’re going to catch The Duke and The Prince-

Remy choked on the tea and coughed before screaming. -WHAT!? NO! COME ON! THOSE ARE THE ONLY GUYS I ACTUALLY LIKE TO HANG OUT!-

-Sorry, Rem. It’s my job- Gregory started walking towards the exit when Remy hug him from behind and keep him tight.

-I’m not letting you! You are not brainwashing anyone!- He said in a half joke tone.

-LET ME GO, YOU DRAMA QUEEN!-

-No!- Remy wrap an arm around Gregory’s neck. –Time to sleep, dear Deceit!-

Remy placed a hand over his friend’s head but nothing happened.

-Brilliant as ever, Rem- Gregory grabbed Remy’s arm and twisted it into a lock, getting a whimper from the villain.

-ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I GIVE UP!- Remy shout from the pain.

Gregory left him and step back, Remy hold his sore arm and move it carefully.

-Shit… When did you get strong?-

-I’ve been training-

-It shows…- Remy said annoyed and impressed.

Gregory looked at his friend. –Yeah…- He paused for a moment. –Sorry about the twisted arm-

-It’s… Fine… Go help your sugar daddy or something- Remy smirked.  

Gregory huffed mildly annoyed, then left the apartment leaving Remy alone. The villain sat back in his couch and grabbed his phone, scrolling through the photos. “He really needs to meet other people…” He then saw the picture of The Duke. “…Greg is gonna have a hell of a time with this one…”

  Logan, now Syllogism, was flying on top of the buildings. Well, more like floating, thanks to a pair of anti-gravitational boots he made to prove a point. Which was, you may ask? Who knows? Syllogism acted in an adrenaline and coffee rush after not sleeping 23 hours straight.

He was following the car closely and carefully, not wanting to make his presence known to avoid any kind of accident. The car was driving well enough, curiously not passing any stops or red lights. There were no police cars following them, probably no one catch a glimpse of the car before they made their escape. Weird, but it was better this way, less probabilities of someone getting hurt.

The car stopped at the front of an abandon building. It had a huge hole in one wall on the third floor only covered by a couple boards and all the windows were covered in fabric. The entrance was blocked with a huge piece of wood that looked rather heavy. The neighborhood was completely silent as if it was a ghost town, perfect to hide stolen goods without being notice. Syllogism float down to the roof from the building in front and watch both villains closely, he adjusted his glasses to zoom on both of them. They were bickering about something, one seemed angry while the other was giggling. When the villains enter the building, the hero took out his phone and contacted base again.

-Syllogism here, I’ve tracked down Prince and Duke to an abandoned building. Is back up coming?-

-I’m on my way - Gregory’s voice came in.

-Deceit, how long for you to arrive?-

-Not long. At least 10 minutes.-

-Alright, I’ll wait and guard-

-I’m on my way too!- Another voice came in.

-Virgil, no- Syllogism said from the other line.

-Why not?!-

-It’s too risky, they are unpredictable-

-So what?! I’ve fought unpredictable assholes before!-

-Virgil, I said no. Stay at home-

-No! I want to help! Why won’t you let me-?!-

-Mender- Syllogism’s voice was cold. He was mad –As your superior in command, you are not to come here. Understood?-

There was silence in the other line. –Understood?- He repeated.

-Fine…- The line then cut.

Syllogism sighted as he put away his phone. There was no way in hell he was going to put Virgil in danger like this. Crimson was bad enough, but this two… They were extremely unpredictable, let alone dangerous. There were no fatalities in any of the reports, damages, on the other hand, were their specialties. It was either luck or stupidity they didn’t killed anyone, but they sure left a lot of wounded or even paraplegic people.

10 minutes passed and Deceit arrived at the scene, floating next to Syllogism.

-I can see the prototype is working well- Syllogism commented.

-Yeah, although it takes a bit to stop floating- Deceit said as he walked near Logan to see the building. –Also, I’m pretty sure people would freak out if they saw a whoever flying around-

-Yes, I notice. I will make a camouflage modification after this- Syllogism said calmly.

-Don’t look so excited- Deceit said sarcastically. He looked at the building–Shall we?-

-Affirmative-

Both heroes float towards the open area in the third floor and enter without difficulties. There were stairs that could go up or down; since the villains seem to have stayed in the first floor, they decided to go as quiet as possible downstairs. Deceit was wondering about Logan’s date, he wanted to know the details, but now wasn’t the time. He was not compromising the mission just to feel even more jealous.

They went near the entrance to the first floor and stayed a few stairs up. There was no door or anything blocking entrance to the stairs, there used to be due to the screws and certain pieces on the floor. It was either pulled out by the villains or it was already like that. They listen to the pair arguing.

-Is that what you are spending our money?! Explosives?! Where do you even get this shit!?- The villain in the white attire said. His masquerade was off, set aside in a desk that looked decent enough.  

-Would you relax?! It was for a good cause!- Exclaim the other man, his masquerade was off as well, showing a mustache and a wicked smile, his eyes were full of bags due to the lack of sleep.

-What cause?! I told you to stop exploding things left and right!-

-You said you wanted our names known! What, now I can’t make you a favor?!-

-Where’s the class on doing senseless destruction, Remus? It has to be with style!-

-My style is messy, brother! You should know that by now!- Remus crossed his arms pouting. –I don’t understand what the big deal is…-

The other villain sighed exasperated. –At least… At least tell me next time… It…It kind of scared me ok?!-  

Remus gasped. –The great Roman!? Scared?! Now that IS not your look at all!-

-I know, I know. It surprised me as well. I was just worried you would blew up the bounty! Everything could have gone to hell-

Remus uncrossed his arms and sighed dramatically. –I’m sorry, Roman. I’ll tell you next time when I’m planning on bringing havoc- He booped his brother’s nose and went to sit on his dirty stained bean bag, it made a weird squishy wet sound which made the man sigh with delight.

Roman made a disgusted face. –You know…? With all the money, you could buy yourself a new… thing…-

Remus spread his arms in the bean bag and wiggled. –Nope! I like it this way! It has my natural sent-

Roman looked disgusted but let his brother be. He went towards the desk and grabbed a bag of money, he sat down and started counting it. Syllogism went down a couple steps to have a view of the pair of villains, Deceit was behind him trying to take a look as well. They manage to take a look at the villain who they assumed was Remus laid down in a very uncomfortable way, he was looking through his phone and laughing. The other villain, Roman, was calmly looking at the money. Syllogism and Deceit started to go down, Deceit took out a smoke bomb from his pocket. The click was so quiet they didn’t thought anyone else could hear it.

Remus jumped from his bean bag -Roman… Roman, put your mask on-.

-What? - Roman stopped counting. The heroes stayed in their place trying to kept as much silence as they could.

Remus hold his mask and wore it. – PUT YOUR MASK NOW!-

Roman sighed, standing up from his sit and going towards his brother who was really nervous. –Remus, come on. There’s no one else here, relax.-

-I know I heard something - Remus said keeping his eyes locked on the doorway towards the stairs.

-Yes, like the other times you heard something and turn out to be nothing. Go back to your bean bag and try to rest-

-HEY! WHO IS IN THERE?! I KNOW YOU ARE HERE- Remus ignored what his brother said and started screaming.

Deceit was going to throw the smoke bomb but Syllogism rush him upstairs, they went slow and soundless until Remus started walking towards the doorway. The footsteps became louder as both heroes scramble to the second floor.

-AHA! I TOLD YOU SOMEONE WAS HERE!- Remus ran towards the stairs.

Roman grabbed his mask surprised and rush towards his brother. Both villains went to the second floor and saw no one there. It wasn’t even separated into departments, it was just a really big empty space no one would be able to hide. Then more footsteps were heard in the third floor, Remus smirked maliciously.

-They have nowhere to run…- Remus ran after the sound. Roman followed back.

-It’s probably just some teenagers, why are you rushing?- Roman said. –We can easily kick them out-

-If they are the same teenagers, I will make them eat their own intestines!- Remus laughed.

-No, you’re not…- Roman said as he walked behind his brother.  

The villains went to the last floor, there was a big hole in a wall looking at the street and a couple woods were on the ground. Both villains cautiously stepped inside, looking everywhere. When they were away from the doorstep, a couple gadgets rolled towards the entrance and made an electric net. The buzzing sound made the villains jump in surprise.

-Good evening- Syllogism presented himself, he had used his technology to turn invisible, and reappearing once he got the attention of the villains. They looked at him more annoyed than surprised.

-I am Syllogism, I came here to take you in custody-

The villains looked at each other and burst into laughter. Syllogism looked at the pair with a stoic expression.

-THAT’S THE BEST JOKE I’VE HEARD TODAY!- The Duke practically shouted between laughs.

-Indeed! May I ask, dear Sir Nerd-

-That’s not my name…- Syllogism was interrupted

-What makes you think you can arrest us?- The Prince said as he walked towards the net, hold it and absorb the electricity from it charging the energy in his hand.  

-…Fascinating- Syllogism stared amazed by the powers of the villain.

The Prince throw the ball of energy towards the hero, Syllogism manage to avoid it by an inch. Deceit came out of the shadows and went to touch both villains but they moved fast. The Duke grabbed Deceit’s arm and throw him to the wall, breaking the woods in the process.

-Deceit!- Syllogism shouted as he tried to get closed but The Prince stood between him and Deceit.

-Hey, Duke. Do you want to keep this trash?- The Prince said as he charge more electricity in his hands

The Duke hummed loudly as he got close to Deceit and stepped on his back.- Nah! I’m learning to have higher standards. This…?- He said as he kicked Deceit in the face. -…It’s not exactly the best trash-

Syllogism was horrified but maintain composure, when The Prince was distracted he hold on to him and dropped him to the ground. The hero then grabbed a gadget and throw it at the other villain, it stick to him and gave him a shock. It only made The Duke burst into a fit of laughter, he stopped stepping on Deceit to look at Syllogism.

-Wow! KINKY! Do you have any more of those?!- He said suggestively, getting a groan from his brother and a confused looked from the hero. Deceit grabbed the feet of The Duke and nullified the villain’s powers, then stood up and hit The Duke in the face.

-You shouldn’t get distracted- Deceit said, mouth covered in blood.

The Duke looked at Deceit and smiled widely, blood was coming from his lip.

-Well, well, well! Looks like you aren’t such a wet noodle after all!-

The Duke and Deceit fought while The Prince fought against Syllogism. Syllogism was avoiding each hit, trying to study the movements and how the charging works looking everywhere for a way to contain him. The Prince manage to hit him with an electrified punch in the stomach, the waves of electricity went through his body filling him with a horrible pain. Deceit was defending himself from the punches and kicks from the aggressive villain when he notice Syllogism stumbling, The Prince kept punching and making him go towards the hole in the wall. Deceit punch and throw The Duke to the ground and ran towards Syllogism but the villain grabbed his feet and he fell, then he placed himself on top of him.

-Awww… What’s the matter? Are you tired of playing with me?- The Duke said in a sickly and mischievous manner. –Why don’t you relax and see the spectacle?-

The Duke grabbed Deceit’s hat, putting it on while pulling the hero’s hair so he could watch his comrade being beaten. Deceit didn’t know what to do at that moment, he wiggled and tried to move but the villain was holding him down.

Syllogism was still stunned, trying to compose himself and to not fall back. The Prince kicked him really hard but not enough to send him flying out. Syllogism was getting irritated, especially with the laughter of the villain.

-And I thought heroes were supposed to be strong! First that emo nightmare and now a magician and a nerd!-

Syllogism looked up, eyes locked on the villain. Emo nightmare?

The Duke laughed. –Oh, yeah! He played all tough, until I spooked him! He was such a crybaby- The Duke made a crying motion with his hands.

Syllogism manage to stand up, maintaining enough equilibrium so he didn’t fall.

-Which hero…?- He asked quietly, The Prince catch what he said.

–Why?- the villain said between laughs.

-Tell me… Which…?- Syllogism tried to maintain composure and balance, he was in so much pain but the anger was bubbling up.

-I don’t know? I’m good at describing though. Let’s see… he had purple hair, he was really weak and pretty stupid for trying to stop us. It was fun looking at him crumble after shocking him!- Both villains started to laugh.

Syllogism was angry, how dare they hurt his son? How dare them!? The pain he felt was dissipating, now pure anger was his motor, he took a couple steps towards the villain. The Prince looked surprised and went to shock the hero again, Syllogism grabbed the villains arm and twisted into a lock.

-HEY!- the villain screamed.

-You and him are coming with us right this instant- Syllogism said in a cold tone.

The Duke looked surprised and went to stand up to help his brother, Deceit took the opportunity to hold the villain down. He then pulled a pair of handcuffs and placed them in his hands. The villain started to scream and to try to stand up, The Prince took notice and charge his energy around his body making Syllogism took his hands off of him.

-Alright, it was fun but now you two need to leave- The Prince charge his hands and went to punch Syllogism who protected himself using his arms.

The electricity burned his arms and with each hit he was taking another step back. He tried to think of what to do, he was still pretty dizzy from the beat down. Deceit was screaming his name while still holding the angry villain down, but Syllogism couldn’t make up what else he was saying. He was in a daze. The Prince was ready to kick the hero out of the building, so in a rush of pure adrenaline, Syllogism grabbed the villain’s leg and throw The Prince behind him. The hero dropped to the ground and laid there trying to make sense of all the noise around him.

The sound of screams and a car alarm filled the atmosphere. Syllogism started to hear clearly what the yelling was about, it wasn’t Deceit as he thought. The Duke was shouting frantically and choking on his own words. Was he crying?

-YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD! I WILL KILL YOU ALL! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU TWO ARE FUCKING DEAD!- That was what The Duke was repeating.

Syllogism manage to stand up, still confused by what was going on. He looked at Deceit who was still holding The Duke down and looking horrified at the wall. The older hero looked behind him and saw the empty place and the hole was now well open, pieces of wood were on the ground. He walked towards the wall and looked outside. His mind was filled with horror.

The Prince’s body was over the car, the alarm was still going off not stopping any time soon.

-What have I done…?- He thought to himself. –Focus. You still have to take care of the other villain-

-Deceit, get him down. I’ll… I’ll take care of… the other one…- He wasn’t sure he wanted to get close. What could he do? The Prince was dead, not even Virgil could do something for him. It was the first time Syllogism ever made this kind of mistake, a regretful, horrifying mistake.

Deceit only nodded and stood up while grabbing the villain, who was wiggling and kicking the air angry and heartbroken.

-I’M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL! YOU’LL SEE!! I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR FACES ARE CRUSHED INTO STONE! I WILL DISMEMBER YOUR BODIES AND FEED THEM TO THE RATS!- He kept screaming while crying, his eyes were filled with anger but deep inside Remus was crushed. His brother, his role model, his partner in crime was gone. Roman was gone. His only family, his dear brother was gone, and it was the heroes’ fault.

Deceit manage to dragged him down the stairs as best as he could, being careful on not to drop him by accident. They didn’t need another dead person.

Syllogism float down slowly, he really didn’t want to get close. Why did he do that? What was he supposed to do? He took out his communicator while floating down.

-B-base… This is Syllogism- He said shakily, going down felt like hours.

-Syllogism, what’s the status on The Prince and The Duke?- Dot’s voice came in.

-I-…The Duke is… secured…- The hero stuttered.

-Syllogism? What’s going on? What happened?- Dot sounded concern.

-Dot… I- I killed The Prince…- The hero said.

He finally got to the ground and got close to the body.

-Oh… Oh no… Lo- Syllogism… There will be back up. I can send Mender to- She was interrupted.

-God no… Don’t-Don’t bring him here… Th-there’s nothing he can do- He inspected the body, blood was coming from the mouth and the head. The Prince wasn’t moving at all, but he was breathing, slow and hardly doing so but still breathing.

-DOT! SEND BACK UP! The Prince IS STILL ALIVE BUT BARELY!- Syllogism said yelling.

-O-OH! ALRIGHT! I’LL SEND MENDER AS WELL!- Dot yelled back in a panic.

-I’m here, no need to call- Mender came floating. Of course he had disobeyed.

Syllogism watch as his son came closer to The Prince.

-Holy shit, he is really fucked- Mender said as he got close, not wasting more time he placed a hand on The Prince’s arm, starting the healing process.

-Vir- Mender…- He got interrupted by a loud thump in the building. Both heroes look towards the building. Syllogism then looked at his son.

-Go check, I’ll take care of this- Mender said, blood had stopped coming from The Prince’s wound.

Syllogism wanted to tell his son something, but it had to wait. –Don’t overuse your powers, Mender- He said as he went inside the building.

He found Deceit stunned holding his head and kneeling in the ground, a pair of handcuffs were on the ground. The Duke had escaped.

-Fuck…- Deceit said. –I’m sorry Logan…- he said really embarrassed

-It’s alright, Dee. We’ll catch him sooner or later. Now we need to focus on The Prince-

Deceit look up shocked. Both heroes went outside the building to reunite with Mender.

 Remus ran to the backyard of the building, he ran and didn’t look back. His eyes were filled with tears. He ran and ran, until he got into a well-lit building and hide in the dark alleyway. He clench his fists until the knuckles turned white, then dropped to his knees and started hitting the ground furiously. Remus chocked the words he wanted to yell, he wanted to scream but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He felt miserable, so miserable. More miserable than he ever did back at their home.

Footsteps alarmed the villain, making him look up angrily. He would take his anger on whoever was coming towards him.

-Oh my goodness…Remus?- A chirpy voice sounded

Remus froze in his place

-Long time no see!-

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Holy crap! I havent upload for a while. Life went like crazy last months. Anyway, here ya go! I will try to make it more often. Sorry for the wait. 

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Welcome to East High

Part 2 of Breakin’ Free, a High School Musical Sanders Sides AU

Chapter Pairings: Prinxiety, one-sided Princeit

Chapter Warnings: Deceit's Here, and He’s Pretty; Roman Is In the Closet (Including to Himself)

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<<1: Start of Something New | 3: Get’cha Head in the Game >>

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SCENE: One Week Later - East High School, New Mexico

After a week of crises and overthinking, Roman was actually relieved to be going back to school. Anything that could distract his mind from dwelling on that confusing moment of a warm hand in his, huge brown eyes only inches away, and the strangest urge to want to breach even that distance with a kiss. A kiss, with a boy? Where had that come from? Even calculus had to be less confusing.

Don’t get him wrong - he had no problem with boys kissing boys. One of his best friends and teammates was the president of the Gay-Straight Alliance at East High! But Roman wasn’t gay. Wouldn’t he know, if he was? True, he hadn’t been really interested in any girls but he’d just been so busy with basketball. Freshman year had been all about pushing himself on JV, which had gotten him to starting varsity sophomore year. With Coach as his dad, practice never really stopped. So of course he hadn’t had time for crushes. Right?

Ugh, this was why even school was a welcome distraction. Roman hopped off the bus into a crowd of his favorite people - his teammates. There was Remy Danforth, spinning a basketball on his finger as he snarked with the cheerleaders. Catching Roman’s eye, he grinned and tossed to ball away to grab his co-captain in a bear hug. “Ro, my main man, how are you?”

“Hey Rem, happy new year”

“Happy WILDCAT new year, my dude! Two weeks to the championships, with Ro Bolton leading us to infinity and beyond!”

One of the male cheerleaders threw Remy’s basketball back at his chest, calling out, “What team?”

“WILDCATS!” the whole crowd responded.

“What team?” Remy called.

“WILDCATS!”

“Wildcats!”

��Get'cha head in the game!”

Roman joined in with the cheers,  knocking shoulders with his best friend. It was good to be back where things made sense. He looked around and immediately made eye contact with the one person you could always pick out of a crowd: another teammate, Patton Baylor. He towered over basically everyone at six foot seven, even Roman and Remy. But no one could be less threatening than Patton. A mop of highlighted loose curls bounced around a face that was made to smile, dark eyes glinting through wire frames. White teeth flashed in a perpetual grin, topped by dark freckles that stood out even on his light black skin. He was the school’s sweetheart, the one everyone knew and loved and had probably had a crush on for at least a week. If you hadn’t noticed him as the only head and shoulders above the crowd, he’d noticed you sitting alone at lunch or with a slight frown and had gone out of his way to cheer you up. He was a queer teen who’d given new life to the school’s stagnant GSA, trying to make it a space for being social just as much as to commiserate the unique challenges of being in the LGBTQIA+ community, or as Pat had taken to calling it, the ‘QUILTBAG Family’. Remy had made a show of complaining about valuable practice time lost, but went to meeting after meeting anyway, as support and to “make sure you Queen Bs don’t forget the true A.” Rem didn’t feel particularly interested or invested in exploring his own identity, but if he wasn’t there to be the mascot of the aro/aces, who would all his young tiny ones turn to?

The mass that was the team and cheerleaders moved into the school as last, but a ripple in the crowd soon split them apart. Two heads of perfectly-dyed blonde hair were sweeping through a crowd that parted like the Red Sea. Diego Evans was making his way through the crowd,  glued to his phone with his twin brother Cedric at his elbow. Cee & Dee were the resident royalty of East High. Dee had acquired a sizable following on Instagram for his makeup tutorials that incorporated his white-and-tan vitiligo, and even Roman could appreciate the artistry and effort that took. The boy just wasn’t particularly nice, and his brother followed him without question.

Remy rolled his eyes as the twins passed them. “Ugh, looks like the ice princes are returned from the South Pole. Looks like they spent their holidays the way they always do.”

“How’s that, Rem?” a teammate asked.

“Shopping for mirrors,” he replied with a smirk. The students around him laughed or groaned as they made their way towards the first homeroom period of the year.

Not everyone was amused. The sports crowd had stepped on the posters that the science club was trying to hang on the entranceway bulletin boards.

“Behold the zoo animals heralding the new year,” commented one as he adjusted thick-framed glasses.  “How very tribal.” The others rolled their eyes or nodded in agreement.

The warning bell sounded, and the halls emptied at last, just as two adults and a teenager emerged from the principal’s office.

Virgil grimaced at his mom. “My stomach hurts.”

Liza rubbed his back. “It always does on the first day at a new school. You'll do great, Virge. You always do, and I made my company promise that I can't be transferred again until at least after you graduate. We’re here to stay this time.”

The Principal Matsui smiled. “I reviewed your impressive transcripts, Mr. Montez. I expect your light will shine very brightly here at East High.”

Virgil blanched and muttered, “Mamá, I don't wanna be the school's freaky genius boy again.”

“Then just be Virgil,” Liza said with a smile. She kissed him on the forehead, brushing newly-dyed hair out of his eyes. He’d been up at 2am two days before, thoughts cycling through too many disaster scenarios of yet another new school, and he’d suddenly become fixated with the idea of having purple hair. He wouldn’t get pegged as just the STEM prodigy if there was something else to distract everyone, right? They would notice the hair and not the person under it. Once he saw his dyed hair dried off and fluffy, he both loved it and was terrified it was too much. But it was too late to undo it now. He gave his mom a quick hug and followed the principal to his new homeroom.

Entering the classroom, Virgil was a bit taken aback. The blackboard was covered in velvet curtains and gold tassels with a huge ornament of tragedy and comedy masks, and there was a small raised platform turning the whole thing into a stage. He winced internally and took it to mean his homeroom teacher, Ms. Darbus, was also the theatre instructor.

The classroom was full of raucous teenagers catching up after winter break. He noted that a solid half the room was wearing sports jerseys or sweaters in the school’s colors of red and white, and one laughing boy was actually holding a basketball instead of any books or pencils. Who did that? So far, the only thing that felt familiar about yet another new school was Virgil could feel himself on the edge of about 10 crushes at once. Every student in this school was beautiful, and it wasn’t fair. He turned to introduce himself to Ms. Darbus. She was a slightly-eccentric-looking woman, with flyaway grey hair pulled into a bun and huge, jeweled glasses frames. Despite the perpetual warm weather in New Mexico, she wore all velvet with a bright purple shawl thrown dramatically over her shoulder. She took his introductory note from the principal and let him make his way to the empty desk in the back of the room. He bumped into a leg that was dangling out of its chair and only barely glimpsed vivid ginger hair as he muttered “Excuse me” and kept moving.

SCENE: Homeroom, Ms. Darbus’ Classroom

Someone bumped Roman’s desk, looking down. For a second he felt his heart jump - was that Virgil? But no, couldn’t be, this person was all in black and had purple hair. That didn’t seem at all like his New Year’s singing partner. He was probably just seeing things after how many of his thoughts had been filled with snippets of that night. Craning his neck for a better look, his vision was suddenly filled with a perfectly-contoured and made-up face.

“Hi, Roman,” Dee Evans said with a smile. “Did you have a good holiday?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah it was great,” he replied, barely noticing the blonde man’s smile as the bell rang.

“I trust you all had splendid holidays,” Ms. Darbus said loudly, calling the attention of the room to herself. “Check the sign-up sheets in the lobby for new activities, Mr. Bolton.”

Roman twisted to sit in his chair normally, flushing slightly. He could have sworn he saw movement somewhere behind him as his name was called, but he didn’t want to risk Ms. Darbus’ wrath. He slowly snuck his phone out of his pocket, hoping to check the selfie from New Year’s Eve and confirm if somehow, the man whose face had filled his confusing dreams for the past week was suddenly here, in real life, hiding somewhere in the back row of the classroom.

“Yes, new activities, especially our winter musicale. We will have singles auditions for our supporting roles and pairs auditions for our two leads,” Ms. Darbus continued, smiling at Dee, who preened and smiled at his twin.

Remy rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry, spinning his basketball in place on his desk.

“Mr. Danforth, this is a place of learning, not a hockey arena,” Ms. Darbus fixed an icy glare on the lounging jock, before continuing. “There is also a final sign-up sheet for next week's scholastic decathlon competition. Science Club president Logan McKessie can answer all of your questions about that.”

The student in question raised a hand, flashing a very perfunctory smile at the room. Virgil looked over, then down with an nearly-invisible blush. Well, add one to the list of potential heartbreaks. A crisply cut fade gave way to simple twists that were just long enough to avoid looking spiky without flopping about, and black-rimmed glasses only serve to further accent gorgeously deep brown eyes set in smooth black skin. Perfect posture plus a button-down with a tie pointed towards a Type A personality if there ever was one. Virgil had met many driven people at previous schools, but he could tell this Mr. McKessie would give them all a run for their money, and look effortlessly good doing it.

Suddenly, Virgil’s phone was going off in his pocket. He’d forgotten to take it off silent, and a tinny version of Start of Something New filled the classroom. He grabbed at it frantically to silence it, but saw the caller ID - “Roman Bolton”. Oh my god, was that really him in the front row? It couldn’t be!

Ms. Darbus looked ready to explode. She carried a can around the classroom, gathering up every device that was visible from everyone who’d pulled their own phones out at the sounds of Virgil’s.

“Cee & Dee, cell phones, and I’ll see you in detention,” she rapped out, startling an offended gasp from Dee.

“We have zero tolerance for cell phones in class,” she continued, towering over Virgil, “so we will get to know each other in detention. Cell phone, now. And welcome to East High, Mr. Montez.”

Virgil reluctantly dropped his phone in the bucket. Great way to make a first impression, nice going, genius, he scolded himself furiously.

The imposing teacher was not yet done. “Mr. Bolton, I see your phone is involved. So we will see you in detention as well.”

Remy was suddenly out of his lounging pose and arguing, “That's not even a possibility Ms. Darbus, Your Honor, see, 'cause we have basketball practice, and Ro…”

“Ah, that will be 15 minutes for you too, Mr. Danforth. Count 'em!”

“That could be tough for Remy, since he probably can't count that high,” Logan muttered to a student beside him. Virgil snorted, but the comment hadn’t been quiet enough to escape detection.

“Mr. McKessie, 15 minutes!”

Logan sat up, indignant, but seemed to realize it was useless to argue and deflated.

“Shall the carnage continue? Holidays are over, people. Way over! Now any more comments, questions? …Patton?”

Patton lowered his hand from his seat in the back of the room, smiling. “How were your holidays, Ms. Darbus?”

The rest of the class groaned or just stared at the cheerful young man as the bell rang out, dismissing them all to their first class of the day.

Being at the back of the classroom, Virgil half-hoped, half-feared Roman would just go on to his next classes without stopping. What could he possibly say to him? Virgil had meant to text, but convinced himself out of it. Between the taller boy’s practically catapulting away from his attempt at a kiss and the lack of texts from his side as well, Virgil was pretty sure the ginger did not want to be reminded of their New Year’s encounter.

But his assumption proved to be at least partially wrong. There was Roman, leaning against the wall in the fakest casual pose Virgil had ever seen. Was it even a little comfortable to have one foot braced up against the wall like that? He suddenly froze. What if Roman wasn’t even waiting for him? He probably wasn’t - he was clearly popular. Virgil winced at his own naivety and turned out of homeroom, looking for his next class.

He was brought up short by a hand grabbing his shoulder. “Virgil, is that you?”

He turned and looked up into ridiculously green eyes, surrounded by pale skin tinged generously with a rosy blush. The list of crushes suddenly shrank to exactly one, and this one was definitely going to break his heart.

“Roman, it is you. I thought I was seeing things. I don’t believe it!” Virgil’s heart was thrumming, but the flutter was accompanied by an insistent whisper of don’t get your hopes up don’t get your hopes up don’t get your hopes up.

“Me neither. How-?” The gingery jock seemed to be struggling for words, just smiling down at the purple-haired man in front of him.

“My mom was transferred here to New Mexico for work, but I had no idea you lived here! I, uh. I thought I might run into you at the lodge after New Year’s…”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, we had to leave first thing,” Roman said, looking around cautiously and pulling Virgil out of the flow of traffic.

“Are you looking for someone? Are you okay?” Virgil asked.

“What? Oh, no, it’s just um. I told my friends about the skiing and snowboarding from vacation but not about the, uh, singing,” he replied, blushing just a bit more under his freckles.

“Why would they care?”

“I mean, it’s… I really liked it, but to my friends… it’s not what I do. It’s not who I am. The boy who sang with you - that’s a different person.”

Virgil turned, no longer facing the taller man straight-on.  “I get it. It was a one-time thing, sure. Not to be a bother, but could you help me find my next class?” The whisper had only gotten louder, beating insistently under his skin don’t get your hopes up don’t get your hopes up don’t get your hopes up.

“Of course! I didn’t mean - I’d still like to be friends,” Roman stammered. He started walking and realized immediately that his long legs carried him far too quickly for the shorter boy. He slowed down and led them past the activity bulletin boards.

Virgil tried to not dwell on the choice of words. ‘Friends’ is good. Friends means I won’t scare him away. The whisper smirked at him as if to say I told you so.

“I don’t know how big the schools you’re used to are, but ours isn’t too huge. I think I only got lost once my first week, and I still blame Remy for that. Have you met Remy? My height, black hair, always has a basketball and sarcasm?”

Virgil smiled. “I think I noticed him in homeroom. His ability to lounge in those tiny metal desks was quite impressive.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “Ugh, he’d be so proud to hear that. He can fall asleep anywhere and is making a point to actually do it in every class except gym before graduation.” He saw the audition sheet for drama club and gestured as they passed it, grinning. “Now that you’ve met Ms. Darbus, I bet you can’t wait to sign up for that,”

Virgil grinned. “Oh yeah, definitely. Get me in there. No, I’m gonna just focus on classes for a bit, get to know the school. But if you try out, I promise I’ll come see the show.”

“That would be completely and utterly impossible, the team-”

“What’s impossible, Roman? I would think impossible isn’t even in your vocabulary,” Dee Evans said, appearing from around the corner. He tossed wavy blonde hair that brushed his cheekbones and smiled at Roman. Noticing Virgil half-hidden behind the basketball star, his smiled waned, then flashed back, tight. “So nice of you to show our new classmate around.”

He turned to the signup sheet and signed his name in metallic gold sharpie, with huge, flourishing script. As almost an afterthought, he added his twin’s name too. Turning to look at the two students standing in front of his list, he smiled again. “Did you want to sign up too? My brother and I have starred in all the drama club’s production and we just adore newcomers. There are always ensemble and supporting roles to fill!”

Virgil ducked his head. “Oh no, I’m not signing up for anything. Just looking around. There really is a lot going on at this school, isn’t there?” He glanced at the audition list as he started to walk to class. “Nice penmanship.”

Dee smiled more genuinely as the purple-haired boy left. “Soo, Roman, I missed you over break. What did you do?”

Roman shifted nervously. “Uhh, you know, basketball. Some snowboarding. More basketball.”

“You are so dedicated, Ro,” Dee said, leaning in just a bit closer. “You and your team - it’s just like me and my play. I hope you’ll come see me in the musical, promise?”

“Uh, sure, yeah.”

“Can’t wait! Ta-ta, Mr. Bolton,” he said with a wink, moving off to attend his own next class. He shot a glare at Virgil’s retreating back down the hall. Who was this new boy, and why did Roman look so nervous around him? Roman the popular, Roman the basketball star, Roman the boy Dee had been hopelessly crushing on ever since the ginger hit his growth spurt in seventh grade? He’d resigned himself to this being just another dumb crush on a straight boy, but could you blame him? The man was gorgeous. The whole school knew it, even the faculty. The athletics department had somehow gotten permission to put up a floor-to-ceiling poster featuring the basketball team, and this freckled Adonis with a smile to launch a thousand ships was smack-dab in the middle. But now Roman, the most well-known face in East High, was acting as a shepherd to some new…boy? And they’d been talking about Dee’s musical?

Dee frowned as he walked and tapped his glossy red lips with his signature-color sharpie. It was time to investigate this ‘Virgil Montez.’

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Tagged by @ringamon to do this, so here I am, waiting to start my shift and remembering how much I am a piece of weeb trash. Last song listened to. Latest selfie. Lock screen. Feel free to continue the chain! Now back to work :3 [Credits due. Not my art! Swiped from Google]

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henlooo, it’s your fav power couple ♡

so i took this pic on my bday and added this like glowy filter and it looks hella ugly, but it reminded me of this selfie of his bc of the headphones/mask details? idk man ignore me hfsdjhlfksdhfjks

i was tagged by some real life goddesses @iweedu @blameblamebts @taetaetrashhh @vangtae @mygskths @megjin and some other beauties but i can’t remember everyone as usual lmao to do the bias selfie thing. thank you for the tag, ilyall!!!

i’m tagging (ofc, only if you want to do it) - @aurjeon @avgstd @acciosugas @bangtqn @blondejinismyreligion @chimchims @cinnaminsvga @clairelions @celestial-jeon @dopegf @endearkim @gayoongis @ggukbwi @gukhopes @hobislobster @hoeseok @hoseokb @honeystae @ilujeon @ixjhs @jungshiii @jinsbangtan @jjkez @kstopping @ksjmygjhsknjpjmkthjjk @kc-junghsk @lovesmilk @listentohopeworld @mygjhs @majinstic @misohobi @minsbutt @nctit @oxytojin @pocketofyoonmin @rosykook @rmyoongis @rmyoongis @sugasuite @softjeon @screaminghoseok @tahyungs @taesflower @yoonkmin