#remy uses all pronouns

[oatmealdaydreams]

Birthday Boys

A new lil series of old works from my past Wattpad days. This one is 13k+ words. She LONG.

Pairings: Creativitwins, romantic Logicality, gen

Trigger/Content Warning: mention of abandonment, abandonment issues, anxiety attack, vague mention of past abuse, brief body dysphoria, mention of someone being in jail again, mention of Hell & church, mention of Heteros, cake knife (for cake only), food mention

Description: The twins celebrate their birthday with their family and friends, though it's still a little surprising they still have them as theirs.

Extra: inspired by Please Don't Leave Me by smn021 on Wattpad. This is old as hell. This also has uncensored cussing.

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[Read under the cut]

It had been a while since they left the orphanage.

About six months, to be exact.

The twins, Remus and Roman, had their birthday day coming up. They were turning fifteen. And honestly? They didn't think they'd be spending their birthday with their friends, let alone a family to call their own.

And it made them both kind of anxious.

They usually didn't last long with a family. In the past, things never seemed to work out well. They've never made it to their birthday after getting adopted before being thrown back (sometimes literally) to the orphanage.

Their birthday was so close, and the brothers knew Logan and Patton Berry were very kind people. They were great parents to the twins.

But the brothers couldn't shake the feeling that they could get sent back on their birthday. Again.

Which had led Remus and Roman to sit on their bunk beds, trying to distract themselves from the growing pits in their stomachs.

Remus sat on the top bunk, listening to Cavetown and sketching in his sketchbook. He had a comforting green blanket over his lower half. He absentmindedly hummed along to the song Home. He had only one earbud in.

Roman, who laid on the bottom bunk, was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack. He blasted it loud enough that you could practically hear it from his headphones. One of his ears had no headphone against it. He laid on his stomach. He was writing in a messy notebook. Ideas were swarming out onto the page as he wrote with a taped-up pen. A red blanket laid over his back.

As soon as the song Alexander Hamilton came on once again, Roman started singing softly to himself.

And of course, though Remus had his own music, he heard his brother and joined him. Both of them loved musicals, Hamilton being one of the few they bonded over because of their differing tastes.

And that's what Patton saw as he leaned against the doorframe. He smiled fondly. Hearing the boys sing together was a rare sight, unless it was for a school musical. He let them be for a moment, before he remembered why he was there in the first place. He knocked softly on the doorframe, causing the twins to silence themselves. Roman stopped his music as soon as he heard Remus stop singing.

"Nice singing, kiddos," Patton smiled gently at them. "Logan said dinner is almost ready."

The twins nodded, their nervousness slowly crept back. Roman fidgeted with the cord of his headphones, and Remus was focused hard on his sketches. Remus' binder under his octopus hoodie felt a little tighter.

Patton seemed to have noticed his boys' unease, wearing a look of concern.

"You boys alright?" he asked.

Remus didn't move, not acknowledging he heard Patton aside from a brief nod. Roman forced himself to stop messing with the cord, and he nodded as well. Patton wasn't convinced, but he didn't push it.

"Okay. If you two wanna talk, just know both me and Logan won't judge you for anything. Love you, kiddos," he reassured.

As he turned to leave, he heard a small, "wait."

He looked back to the twins. Remus now looked up with a little uncertainty in his eyes. His earbuds were in his lap, his music off. Roman's headphones were off and to the side of him.

Patton waited patiently for Remus to talk again, giving an encouraging nod.

"It's just... um," Remus tried to get the words out, but they sat in his throat.

His throat felt dry. He didn't need to be so nervous about talking to Patton, he knew that logically, but his nervous system thought otherwise.

"You won't leave us on our birthday tomorrow, right?" Roman finished for him, understanding what he wanted to say.

Patton gave a look of sympathy.

"No, we would never! We want you two here, to be safe and happy," Patton tried to reassure them.

It worked. The twins felt a little better hearing his words. Remus muttered an, "okay." and Roman smiled.

"If you're comfortable with me asking, has that happened before?" Patton gently asked.

"Yeah, more than once. I think, uh, you two are the first family that actually wants us to stay," Remus said quietly, a few nerves still in his gut.

"You know you didn't deserve that, right, Kiddos?"

Roman and Remus silently nodded. Patton smiled and left, going back downstairs to check up on his husband.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Remus climbed down from his bunk and plopped onto the foot of Roman's. Roman didn't say anything as Remus leaned against the wall, laying his legs out and putting some of Roman's blanket over them. He'd left his phone and earbuds on the top bunk, but had brought his sketchbook and pencil with him. He was doodling something.

Roman looked up at his brother, taking off his headphones that he'd put on again. He closed his notebook and set it to the side. Remus seemed to be a little off. He was being quiet. Remus was hardly ever quiet, except for when he was feeling anxious or really tired.

So, of course Roman took notice.

"Rem? Are you okay?" he asked his twin.

Remus groaned. He kept doodling, focusing harder on his drawing.

"Re?"

Remus remained silent.

"Bro-bro?"

Remus abruptly stopped doodling as he bit his lip. Tears gathered in his eyes. His anxiety was getting the best of him, and he really didn't want to speak. He slammed his pencil and sketchbook down on the bed by him, and he huffed. Roman instantly crawled over to his brother, the blanket slipping off of him. He engulfed Remus in a hug as Remus let a few tears fall down his face. His binder felt tight again. He whined as he silently cried into his brother's shoulder, unable to voice his worries.

Talking about his fear of abandonment always overwhelmed him.

Roman rubbed small circles on his back, and kissed the top of his head. Remus let out a shaky breath as he tried to calm himself. He started taking deep breaths as Roman tapped a pattern on his back with his other hand.

4, 7, 8, went the pattern.

After calming down enough, Remus sniffled and sighed. He hated when he got so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak. Communication was very important to the twins, considering their past. It gave them comfort, in a way, to always talk and communicate with each other. Having someone you could trust and feel safe with always helps in the dark times. And while they were no longer in the dark times, Remus still needed that sibling communication.

"Can... just talk? Please?" Remus mumbled.

Roman gave a small smile that Remus couldn't see and hummed.

"Do you want to hear about my story I've been working on?" Roman spoke calmly while holding his brother.

"Yeah..."

"Okay, so there's this kingdom called Loishire, right? And it's ruled by a pair of benevolent kings, which recently found these twin orphans, and..."

As Remus listened to Roman's story, he felt himself relax. He closed his eyes, his tiredness from his anxiety attack catching up with him. As he snuggled into Roman, he felt himself drift off into a restful sleep.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by Oat's obsession with writing Creativitwins <<<

A soft knock on the doorframe woke up Remus, who rubbed his eyes as he sat up. He looked around and realized he was laying next to Roman, away from the pillows. Roman was resting his head on his pillows, scribbling down more ideas for his story in his notebook. He was so absorbed that he almost didn't notice Remus waking up, nor Patton's knocking.

Patton smiled fondly at his sons.

"Dinner's ready," Patton said simply, and left as fast as he came.

Remus hummed in acknowledgement, and Roman kept writing. Remus lightly slapped Roman's foot, to which Roman kicked his arm with the same amount of force.

"Fooood," Remus whined.

Roman rolled his eyes, finishing up a sentence. He flipped a page, wrote a couple more words, and then shut the notebook. He placed his pen and notebook down beside him.

"Alright, alright. Come on," Roman said, jumping off his bed.

Remus followed him as he walked down the stairs to the dining room.

Once downstairs, Roman sat in his designated chair at the table. Remus went over to the island in the kitchen as Logan grabbed plates from a cupboard.

"What's for dinner?" Remus asked.

Logan held back a small smile. His sons, though not originally his, always made him smile. He'd smile at the simplest, smallest things they did. Sometimes it could just be one of the twins talking. He hadn't always understood how kids could affect parents, that is, until he'd become one.

"Steak and vegetables for most of us, and a vegan wrap for you," Logan answered simply.

"Oooh, what's on the wrap?" Remus loved wraps.

"Hmm, lettuce, tomatoes, avocado, a few peanuts, and some of that hot sauce you like."

"Yay, hot sauce!"

Logan couldn't hold it back any longer, especially not with Remus' excited voice. He smiled, turning to look at his son fondly.

"Go sit with your brother. I'll bring it out in a minute," Logan said.

"Okay!" Remus ran off to sit in his designated seat next to Roman.

A few seconds later and Patton appeared by Logan's side as he gathered silverware. He set everyone's food on their own plates as he felt an arm around his waist. He flinched slightly before quickly reminding himself it was just Patton, not anyone unwelcome from his past.

Patton gave him a look of concern, loosening his arm around Logan. Logan, of course, noticed this and gave a reassuring smile to his shorter husband.

"I'm alright, darling. Just startled me, that's all," Logan whispered to Patton.

"Yeah?" Patton made sure his partner wasn't putting up a facade.

"Yeah."

Patton smiled as he heard the truth on Logan's lips. He gave him a quick peck, standing on his tippy-toes a little bit.

"Okay. I'm gonna go sit with the kids," Patton stated as Logan grabbed everyone's plates.

Logan held back from correcting his partner's grammar as Patton sat down at one end of the table, right next to Roman. Logan brought out the food, setting everyone's plates in front of them before sitting down on the other end of the table near Remus.

Roman's eyes sparkled at the sight of steak, since he was the carnivorous twin. Remus looked at the wrap and spare vegetables on his plate, grateful to have supportive dads. Remus was a vegan for moral and allergy reasons. So, the fact that his dads made sure to make things he'd eat was a very heart-warming sentiment.

He didn't remember his birth parents ever doing that before they left. In fact, before the Berrys, Roman was the only one who ever advocated for Remus' food restrictions. Which had led to 'interesting' times at the orphanage and with past foster parents.

As they all munched on their preferred food, Logan cleared his throat and gained his family's attention.

"We should discuss what you two want to do for your birthday tomorrow," he started, figuratively 'opening the floor' for discussion.

Remus swallowed another bite of his wrap as a few nerves grew in his stomach. They won't abandon you, he reminded himself, Roman is fine so you should be fine. He glanced at Roman, who seemed okay. He wasn't fidgeting with nerves like he usually did when he was anxious. He bounced his leg, sure, but that was just his ADHD.

Remus took a breath quietly, calming himself down a little.

"Can Jay and Virge come over?" Roman asked, hope glittering in his eyes.

Patton and Logan both nodded.

"Sure bud. You'll have to ask them, though," Patton said.

"Or we could just drag them along," Remus jokingly suggested, feeling a bit calmer.

"You'd still have to contact them either way, Remus," Logan commented.

Remus hummed.

"What do you guys wanna do? Movie Night, Game Night?" Patton continued the conversation.

"Bowling!" Remus practically shouted.

He liked the most random of things. Remus was a pretty random kid. Logan and Patton chalked it up to his short attention span.

"And we can watch Hamilton afterwards!" Roman joined in.

Roman wasn't much different from his brother.

"Yeah, can Jan-Jan and Virgy stay the night? Oh, and can we have cake? Chocolate cake?" Remus rambled on with questions.

"But I want vanilla!" Roman whined.

"But chocolate is better, ya dingus!"

"Lang--" Patton tried.

"No, it's bitter. Vanilla is sweet like how cake should be!"

"Vanilla is such a basic bitch flavour!"

"Remus--" Logan also tried, using his stern voice.

"Chocolate is yucky!"

"What about hot chocolate? There isn't a hot vanilla, now is there?"

"Ugh!"

Some bickering and offended Princey noises later, Patton lightly tapped the table with his fork. Both boys immediately shut up and looked to Patton. It was a strange technique to get people's attention, but the clinking of silverware against wood wasn't exactly a sound you'd miss.

"Why don't you get a half-and-half? Half chocolate, half vanilla?" Patton calmly suggested with a smile.

The boys stayed silent for a moment before a loud, "Oh, like that black and white movie Mama likes?"

Logan sighed, fighting another smile from Roman's comment. What gender roles are we pushing here? he thought sarcastically. In all honesty, he didn't mind being called mom or dad or parental. Whatever his sons were comfortable with was okay with him. He never really understood the 'importance' of society's gender roles anyway.

If a man was okay with being called Mom, then let him be called Mom. Same goes for a woman not minding being called Dad. It didn't fucking matter.

And don't get me started on people trying to impose binary roles on enbies--

Sorry.

Anyway, Logan nodded to his son's comment.

"That's one example," Logan said.

"Oooh, what about a swirl cake? Like marble?" Remus wondered outloud.

"Oooh, swirl," Roman's brain felt captivated by the suggestion.

"S W I R L," both boys said at the same time, their brains liking the word 'swirl'.

Patton smiled at the twins.

"Yeah, we can do that," he said.

After that, everyone finished their dinner, helping each other clean up the dishes and food. The boys ran upstairs to go chill in their room. Roman had mentioned something about needing Remus to draw 'a map of Loishire'.

Logan and Patton were left in the kitchen as they started the dishwasher. Patton hummed a familiar tune (probably the theme song of Winnie the Pooh) as he put away a container of leftover meat from dinner. He turned to Logan for a brief moment as Logan combed his own hair back. He quickly looked away, focusing hard on the closed fridge in front of him as heat burned his face red.

No matter how long they've been married, Patton always blushed at Logan.

His husband was really fucking hot, and he didn't think he'd ever get fully used to his partner's attractiveness.

Logan dried his hands on a dish towel and set it down, noticing out of the corner of his eyes Patton being flustered. He smirked. It was amusing how Patton could get flustered over the simplest things when it came to him.

Sure, Logan could get flustered, but it was rather by words than appearance.

"Are you okay, darling?" Logan asked slyly.

"Mhm," Patton's voice cracked a little.

"Okay, then you won't mind looking at me?"

Logan gently grabbed Patton's chin and made him face him. Patton only blushed deeper as he stared into his beautiful husband's eyes. They were light blue and steely grey, a wonderfully calm vibe of heterochromia. Logan smirked, letting go of Patton's chin. He chuckled as Patton stood there for a moment, processing what just happened.

"You're flustered so easily," Logan said, amused.

"It's not my fault you're so hot!" Patton exclaimed, his face still trying to calm down.

It was Logan's turn to blush. His cheeks lit up pink as he froze for a second before averting his eyes from his cute husband. He rubbed the back of neck awkwardly.

They'd been married for at least five years, and still managed to have awkward moments. Nothing bad, of course, but still awkward, nonetheless.

The Berrys' house was one of love, of comfort, of laughter.

And the twins couldn't have been happier to share their birthday with such a family.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by Logicality being very gay parents <<<

Morning approached.

The twins' birthday.

It was a weekend, a Saturday, and even the annoying birds outside the boys' window were excited. The birds chirped happily on the windowpane, jumping about.

But they were silenced as soon as Remus threw a pillow at the window, causing them to flee and fly away. The pillow thumped uselessly under the window, which was right by Roman's bunk (near where his head usually rested). Remus groaned and rolled over on his other side. He wasn't a morning person, unlike his brother.

Speaking of which, Roman was humming Sincerely, Me as he brushed his hair in front of the vanity. It was his birthday, and he just couldn't risk having a bad hair day. It was meant to be a good day. No one is abandoning us this year, he reminded his mind. They said they wouldn't. I trust them. I trust their word. After brushing his hair to his own standard of perfection, he did some light makeup. He did wings on his eyes with his eyeliner and applied shimmering lip-gloss to his lips. It made him feel secure in himself, something to have control over. He was used to not having control over a lot of things, so controlling how he expressed himself helped.

After finishing his makeup, Roman noticed Remus still hadn't gotten up yet. If they were going to have a nice birthday, Remus would have to get up soon. But how would Roman get him up? He was a very stubborn brother.

Roman's face lit up for a second before he smirked, an idea hatching in his head.

"Oh, darling brother~" Roman sung dramatically, placing a hand on his chest.

Remus just groaned in response, not wanting to get up.

"The birds are up, and therefore, so are we!" Roman exclaimed dramatically.

Roman heard a muffled, "Piss off."

"Oh, come on, Re! We must get ready for our glorious birthday!"

"Ehh."

"Reeeee, what if Patton makes the special pancakes?"

Remus shot up straight (HA) in his bed at the mention of 'special' pancakes. Roman chuckled at this. Remus hurried off his bunk, almost throwing himself down the bunk bed's ladder.

"Hold on, I gotta get my binder," he muttered to no one.

Roman left the room, giving Remus his preferred privacy as he got on his binder and some gender-euphoric clothing. He quickly put on some basic eyeliner and green eyeshadow, liking the way the green made him feel. It wasn't much, but it still looked cool.

He raced downstairs as Roman watched him zip on by. He followed his pancake-excited brother, smiling to himself that he fooled him with the promise of 'special' pancakes.

In reality, 'special' pancakes were just chocolate chip pancakes, but they were special to the boys (especially since they never had pancakes before joining the Berry family). So, of course Remus took the promise of 'special' pancakes seriously.

And when he arrived downstairs to see no 'special' pancakes?

"Hey Dad, where's the pancakes?" Remus asked as he watched Patton cooking bacon, vegan sausages, and eggs.

"Uh, there is none. I can make some, though, if you want," Patton offered.

Remus stood there for a moment, realizing Roman had duped him.

"No, it's okay," Remus didn't want to make Patton do any more work than he was already doing.

Patton nodded and went back to cooking breakfast. Logan stood by him, getting himself some coffee from the coffee-maker with a book in hand. He went to the couch in the living room, consumed with his mystery novel.

Remus spotted Roman sitting on the loveseat in the living room, whistling innocently. He'd noticed Remus go up to Patton and decided to sit in the living room nonchalantly. He hoped Remus wouldn't go after him for his false promise.

His hopes were wrong, of course.

Remus stalked over to Roman, standing in front of him. Roman avoided looking at Remus as he crossed his arm and huffed at him.

"Pancakes, huh?" Remus questioned Roman.

Roman looked at him and stopped whistling, and then immediately ran away. Remus chased after him, thudding around in the house. This caught the attention of both Logan and Patton. Logan bookmarked and set down his book as Patton set up the silverware at the table, peering from the dining room.

Remus chased Roman up the stairs, shouting at him.

"Come back, you fucking bastard!" Remus cussed.

Roman just screamed as he ran, trying to evade his brother's wrath. It didn't seem to be working, though.

"I'm gonna punt you into the Sun, Roman!" Remus yelled at Roman tried to turn a corner into the Dads' room.

Roman pulled a 'pro-gamer move' and slid past Remus, gunning it to the stairs. Remus groaned loudly as he pivoted and sprinted after his brother. His ribs felt tight and hurt a little, considering he was wearing a binder. He really shouldn't run around in it. He stopped, huffing and panting, putting his hands in his knees as he tried taking a breather.

"Motherfucker," he muttered under his breath.

He sat down and leaned his back against the wall. The stairs were only a few feet away. His lungs felt a little restricted, and he knew he'd have to take off his binder for a moment so he could breathe.

But he really didn't want to.

His ribs started to hurt worse. He groaned, frustrated with himself. He knew his dads and his friends (and his freaking brother) would all tell him to take it off for a few minutes so he could breathe again. Self-care, and all that.

But he would rather not deal with the dumbass dysphoria that came with taking it off.

He heard a faint "Remus?" from downstairs. Then came the soft thudding of someone walking up the stairs.

"Re, you okay?" Roman asked, appearing from the stairs.

Remus didn't look up at him. He still couldn't really breathe, and he was in pain. He gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, making a dismissive sound. He huffed, annoyed with himself.

"Rem?" Roman tried again.

Remus felt tears prickle his eyes as the pain in his ribs only got worse. He groaned painfully.

"Can't, no breathe," Remus managed out, a bit upset.

"Oh, right. We were running around. You gotta take off your binder, bro," Roman said.

Remus made a noise of protest.

"I know, but you need to breathe. I'll get one of your baggier hoodies, okay?"

Roman sped to their shared room to grab a hoodie he knew Remus would feel comfy in. Remus felt more icky feelings surfacing as he anticipated taking off his binder. He really hated taking it off sometimes. There were times where it wasn't as big a deal, but other times it affected him a bit more. This was one of those more emotional times, especially since it was his birthday and he didn't want anything bad to happen this time.

Roman sped back to his brother with a green and silver hoodie in hand. He handed it to Remus before turning his back and sitting on the stairs, trying to give Remus some privacy as well as avoiding forcing him to move while he struggled to breathe. Remus unfolded the hoodie, noticing it was a Slytherin hoodie with a hand-sewn octopus on one of the sleeves. It was from the first few months of the twins being adopted by the Berrys. The dads had noticed the boys' liking of Harry Potter and had asked each of them what house they liked. After getting their answers, Patton ordered them gifts and gave them to the boys. Roman got a Gryffindor hoodie with a hand-sewn crown on one of the sleeves, while Remus had got the Slytherin one. It turned out Logan knew how to sew, among other things.

Remus smiled slightly at the memory. It was back when the boys were starting to come out of their shells, and the hoodies had helped a lot. He sighed, and he took off his shirt and binder. He felt the icky feelings linger and slightly intensify before he quickly slipped on his hoodie. He felt the things he didn't like on his body, and he really didn't like it. He huffed again.

He tried breathing in slowly, his ribs hurting less than before. His lungs felt better as he took another deep breath, both trying to breathe again and trying to ease his feelings of dysphoria. As soon as he felt his breathing was better, he made a noise to get Roman's attention.

"You can turn around now," Remus' voice was quiet.

Roman turned around and saw Remus clutching his binder and shirt in one hand. He offered a smile to his brother, knowing full well he probably wasn't feeling good at that moment. Remus gave a weak smile back. Roman walked over and slid down against the wall, sitting next to his brother. Remus leaned his head against Roman's shoulder.

"I think Dad's almost done with making breakfast," Roman said after a few minutes.

"Figured. I can smell it from up here," Remus sniffed the air before he spoke.

"Smells nice."

"Eh, smells like disgusting bacon."

"You only say that because you can't have bacon."

"Uh, duh, dingus."

They chuckled lightly at each other. After a few more moments of random words exchanged between the twins, they heard a faint "breakfast is ready!" from downstairs. Most likely from Patton.

"Is your breathing okay now?" Roman asked.

"Yeah," Remus said.

"'Kay. You should be fine to put your binder back on, by the way."

Roman tossed Remus his binder. He had to hold on to it earlier so that Remus didn't put it on before his lungs and ribs were ready. Remus got up with the binder and walked in the twins' room, putting the binder back on under his hoodie. Roman stood up as Remus came back out of their room, and they both headed downstairs.

As they all sat around the table, Remus was noticeably feeling better. That made Roman smile. He liked seeing his brother happy.

"So, when are Virgil and Janus coming over?" Logan asked the boys, assuming they remembered to ask their friends to come over.

He assumed incorrectly.

The boys looked at each other for a second, realizing they'd forgotten to call their friends.

Logan quietly sighed, "Did you two forget?"

Roman nodded and Remus ate another piece of his vegan sausages.

Logan smiled slightly, a little amused at his boys' forgetfulness.

"It's alright. Why not call them after breakfast?" Patton suggested.

"M'kay," Remus replied, still chewing on a piece of his food.

"Mouth closed, kiddo."

Remus hummed as he finished chewing his food.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by Oat's laziness <<<

After breakfast, the Berrys all went to chill in the living room as Roman called Janus. He sat in the loveseat again.

"Yo Janus," he said as soon as his friend picked up the phone.

"What do you want?" Remus could hear Janus through the phone.

"Today is our birthday, Dumbo. You wanna come over? We're going to go bowling--"

"Oh, something I can beat you at? I'm in."

"Hey! I'll totally beat you, Kaa of the jungle."

"You're forgetting one of mis mamás es a retired bowling campeón."

"Whatever. Remus is gonna call Virgil, so he should be over as well."

"'Kay, loser. See ya there."

"Bye."

"Adiós."

Roman hung up the phone, putting it in his pocket. He looked up at his dads.

"Janus said that they'll be here," he told them.

Logan nodded, acknowledging his son as he flipped the page in his book. Patton nodded as well.

"Remus, you gotta call Virgil," Roman said.

"But why?" Remus asked.

"Because."

"Bruh."

Remus pulled out his phone and dialled Virgil's number. It rang a few times before Virgil picked up.

"Yellow, it's ya boi," Remus greeted Virgil.

"Ugh, hi. Why didn't you just, like, text me?" Virgil asked, feeling nerves rise in his gut because phone calls are terrifying.

"Cause I love to watch you suffer. And I keep forgetting you hate phone calls."

"Then text me, bitch."

"Actually, I'm a bastard, not a bitch--"

Virgil hung up on Remus. Remus rolled his eyes as he typed out a text to Virgil, asking if he felt up to going bowling and staying the night over. After a few minutes, he got a text back from his anxious buddy.

"Virgey says he'll come for Hamilton and the night over. He's not sure if he's gonna bowl, though," Remus told his family.

"Eh, either way I'll still kick Janus' butt," Roman commented.

"Ya know what? I'm gonna be on Jan-Jan's team."

"Traitor!"

"Fight me."

Before the boys could bicker further, Patton spoke up.

"Alright, boys, let's settle down. Do Janus and Virgil have a ride?" Patton asked.

"Uhh, I think Janus does, since they drive. I don't know about Virge, though," Roman said, momentarily distracted by Patton's question.

"I think his aunt is driving him. He texted something about his dick uncle being in jail again," Remus said, only sharing what Virgil had texted Remus to tell the Dads.

"Aww, I hope he's okay," Patton said with genuine concern for his sons' friend, ignoring Remus' foul language because Virgil's uncle deserved Hell.

"He's fine. Probably," Roman commented.

"Well, it's not like it hasn't happened before. Maybe he'll actually stay in jail this time so he and his aunt can be safe," Remus said.

"Let's hope so," Logan commented, not looking up from his book.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by Virgil's uncle being a little bitch <<<

After Patton came back with the twins' cake from the bakery, Janus arrived. They unlocked the door and came in, since they had a spare key because of a past situation where they had to stay with the twins for a few weeks.

"¡Hola! I'm home, motherfuckers!" Janus called out, ignoring the "language" from Patton as they came into the living room.

"Hello, Janus. How have you and your moms been?" Logan greeted the snake-loving child as he sat on one of the loveseats.

"Good. Mamá has been working a little overtime, though. Haven't seen much of her lately," Janus replied.

"Well, you see her at dinner time, don't you?" Patton tried to give some optimism.

"Not really. A lot of night shifts. I just hope she's not getting fucked over again like last time she did this. Estoy preocupado por ella," Janus said.

"Oh, well, tu mamá is a strong woman, Janus. She'll be fine," Logan reassured his nibling.

"You're just saying that cause she's your sister. Like you did last time."

"She's learned from her past mistake. She'll be fine. I called her a few days ago and made sure of it."

"If you say so, Tío."

Not long after Janus settled in the living room on the couch with Remus, Virgil arrived. Roman recognized the familiar sound of his aunt's beat-up car stopping in the driveway. Roman got up from the other loveseat as he heard Virgil knock instead of just coming in. He also had a spare key to the Berrys' household, especially because of his uncle. After a particularly gruesome accident, Patton and Logan made sure he knew he was welcome to come over whenever he needed to so he could be safe.

He tended to come over a lot, but he always knocked anyway.

Roman opened the door as Virgil and his aunt waved goodbye to each other.

"What's up, Princey?" Virgil greeted Roman, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"Come in, Emo. Janus beat you here," he said, stepping aside so Virgil could walk in.

They both went to the living room, Roman sitting back on his designated loveseat and Virgil sitting next to Janus. The quartet of friends chatted away as the dads waited a few minutes for them to catch up a little.

"Okay, everyone. We're going to have dinner at the bowling alley and do some bowling. Then, we'll come back here and watch Hamilton. Then it's off to bed," Patton shared the plan he and Logan mapped out the night before after the twins had gone to bed.

"Virgil, do you feel up to bowling?" Logan asked the nervous kid calmly.

Virgil shook his head and muttered, "Sorry, but no."

"It's alright, Virgil. I can stay here with you while the others go," Logan reassured him.

Virgil gave a small smile.

"Alright. That means cake happens after bowling. Everyone going, get ready and head to the Fun Mobile," Patton instructed.

The Fun Mobile was just Patton's name for the family SUV. It was blue and had a built-in, small, squarish TV for when they did road trips.

Remus, Roman, Janus, and Patton all got ready while Virgil and Logan just chilled in the living room. Logan picked up the book he'd been reading, and Virgil watched YouTube on his phone. He used his large headphones that usually rested on his neck. Patton went over to his husband and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Bye, honey! Bye, Virgil! Love you both!" Patton called as he left, car keys in hand.

"Love you too, darling!" Logan called back to his husband.

Virgil hummed in acknowledgement, pausing his video and watching Patton leave before going back to his video again.

The twins left next, shouting, "Bye Mom! See ya later, Emo!"

Then came Janus, clipping on a pocketknife attached to their key chain. It clipped into their pretty yellow and black long skirt that they wore, complete with pockets and belt loops.

"Adiós, perdedores!" Janus yelled as they left, locking the door behind them.

Virgil rolled his eyes at his friends as they all left. Logan smiled slightly as he read his book. Whether he'd ever admit it or not, he adored the mismatched family he ended up with. They were all he'd hoped for as a kid. Kid Logan would've been so proud and happy for Adult Logan. Not only did he have an empathetic and considerate husband, but he also had kids he could help give a good life to. The kind of life he wanted as a kid, the kind of life he'd been deprived of before he met Patton.

Logan and Virgil sat in comfortable, introverted silence as they heard the Fun Mobile leave the driveway and drive off to the bowling alley near the neighborhood.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by 'this would have been over 10k words if I didn't stop myself' <<<

As soon as Patton and the kids arrived at Marley's Bowling Alley, Janus couldn't stop the sly smirk on their face. They were really excited to kick Roman's ass. Remus couldn't stop bouncing, very much a lover of bowling. Roman couldn't stop plotting ways to beat Janus. I mean, someone had to humble them.

They went in, found a place to sit, and went over what the Alley had for food options. Luckily, the owner (who was Marley themself) was a known vegan and made sure to have plenty of inclusive options for people like them and Remus. After figuring out food, Patton went over to order, mentioning to the workers that it was the twins' birthday. Since Marley was Patton's step-parent, one of the workers called them and told them to come down to wish their grandsons a happy birthday. The worker, whose name was Maria, told Patton that they'd be there soon. Patton thanked her and headed back to his family's table. Janus and the twins chatted away, something about making bets to see who a better bowler between and Roman Janus was.

"I'm just saying that I've had a lot more experience because of mi mamá. She taught me things not even her bowling league knew," Janus gloated as Roman rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'm me, so obviously I'd win," Roman retorted.

"Is that really the best you got, prededor? 'I'm me'?"

"Oh, I've got better things, but it'd make you quiver in your unoriginal, ugly little heeled boots."

"Jealous cause I got style?"

"Piss off, Janus."

"Oooh, I'm shaking in my designer clothing."

"It's only 'designer' cause your bowler mom makes good clothes now as a fashion designer for that one brand."

"You say that as if she wasn't the one to give you and Remus those special suits for your papá's job's family dinner party last month."

"Tell her we said thank you, by the way."

"I will. Anyway--"

They were interrupted by Remus' loud, excited gasp and Patton's "yay!" as the door to the bowling alley opened. Marley walked in with their cane, dressed in cozy but stylish clothing. Janus and Roman both flinched slightly at the sudden loud noise, but Roman beamed as he saw his grandparent walk over to the table.

"Oh, it's my favourite birthday boys! Happy birthday, kiddos," Marley greeted their grandsons as Remus jumped up and hugged them.

Roman followed suit and hugged Marley.

"Hi, Marley!" Roman said excitedly.

"Grandpea!" Remus exclaimed.

Marley smiled, hugging the twins back with one arm. After a little bit, they all separated from the embrace. Marley turned around and hugged Patton, patting him on the back.

"Hey, son. How've you been? How's Logan?" Marley asked as they hugged.

Patton laughed, "We're doing good, Mar. How's Mom?"

"Oh, she's doing good. Still kicking, somehow."

"That's good."

"Maria told me the twins came to the bowling alley for their birthday, so I just had to come over. I also brought presents."

Patton and Marley left their embrace. Marley pulled out two gift bags, seemingly out of thin air. One was red and gold themed, the other was green and silver. They set the presents on the table as the twins huddled around it, excitedly examining their own gift bags full of presents.

"These are for us?" Roman asked in disbelief.

"Of course! You're family, aren't ya?" Marley answered.

"Really? It's not... not a joke?" Remus didn't quite believe his grandparent.

"Really, it's not," Marley said, raising a concerned eyebrow at the twins.

Tears gathered in both of the boys' eyes as they stared at the gifts. They weren't sure they believed it. Nice presents, for both of them? They'd never gotten any presents before, let alone their own. Patton quickly noticed the boys tearing up and rushed over to them, putting a hand on each of their arms and rubbing them. He hugged his boys like that.

"Hey, it's okay. What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Remus and Roman gave a quick look to each other before turning around and hugging Patton back, burying their now crying faces in him. Patton hugged the twins tighter.

"Oh, it's alright. You're okay, kiddos," he reassured his sons.

Marley walked over and put a hand on Patton's shoulder. Patton glanced back at Marley as he comforted his sons. Marley gave a nod, and Patton slowly let go of the twins. He kissed the tops of their heads as they wiped their tears away and sniffled, looking down. Marley let go of Patton and embraced the twins, grunting as they hugged them tightly back. They three stayed like that for a few moments, Patton standing to the side and slightly smiling at the heart-warming sight. Janus simply sat in their seat, watching helplessly. They struggled with empathy sometimes and weren't very good at comforting others, even though they really wished they knew how so that they could be a 'better friend' (their words).

"Alright, kiddos. Ya feeling better? Feeling up to opening presents before food gets done?" Marley asked after a little bit.

The twins nodded, and them three left their embrace. They sat down by Janus as Marley sat down by Remus. Patton sat next to Marley, taking out his phone to get pictures for Logan. The boys wore smiles now as they both grabbed and slid their gift bags towards themselves. Patton took plenty of pictures as the boys excitedly opened their presents and took things out of the bags. They would show Patton what they got, and Patton would take pictures of it.

Remus got a few more hoodies, some art supplies, a fidget toy, and a Rubex Cube. He was surprised by the Rubex Cube, but decided to give it a try. He slowly moved it around, focusing hard on getting it right. Patton took a video. As Roman organized his presents back into his bag, Remus managed to solve the cube most of the way pretty quickly. He showed this to Patton, who chuckled and gave a thumbs up. He noticed the phone pointed at him and excitedly showed what he did to the camera.

"Hey, record time, Bud. Maybe even faster than Logan," he said as he recorded.

"Hear that, Mom? I'm better than you!" Remus exclaimed to the camera, waving the Rubex Cube.

Patton laughed and Marley chuckled, shaking their head affectionately. Remus was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for, and a lot more than he let on. Patton switched over to Roman.

"Hey, Ro. Show Logan what you got," Patton said, vaguely gesturing to the camera.

Roman reached into his bag, pulling out a present from the top. He didn't want to undo his organized stuff when he literally just did it. Roman got some hoodies as well, notebooks and pens, a fidget toy, and a book. He held up the book, which was about different writing tips and exercises to help with any creative blocks a person could have. He beamed as he showed it, thrilled to use it soon, since he was already facing creative blocks with one of his stories.

"Oooh, a book? What's it about, Ro?" Patton urged him.

"It's about things to help me write. There are tips and exercises and stuff!" Roman exclaimed excitedly at the camera.

"Neato, kiddo."

Patton turned the camera to Janus, who'd been quietly conversing with Marley.

"Hey, Janus, what's it like being the only one with style in your friend group?" Marley asked them.

"It's like being the ringleader to a trio of middle school heteros, even though none of us are hetero," Janus told them, humour evident in their eyes.

"Oh, I hear ya. Back when Patton was a little kid, his mom and I took him to a barn dance-party the community put together for the kids. When I say most of the other parents were obviously heteros, I mean it. No style within a 50-mile radius."

"Ah, a farmer's community, then?"

"You have no idea. I was one of the only two nonbinary folks that went to the church, and she was this much older demi-woman who only went for the lunch served afterwards."

"Sounds like she knew the best part."

"Ha! Oh, they did. They taught me how to style good with the church dress code, too. A real smart one. She always knew how to tell off the 'phobes, and it was darn funny every time."

Janus caught a glimpse of Patton recording them, and they did a dramatic hair flip though they didn't have long hair.

"I see you've taken notice of the stylish people," Janus commented dramatically.

Patton giggled and pointed the camera at Marley, who copied Janus (though they had no hair at all, just a pretty hat).

"Okay, okay, I get it. You're both good-looking," Patton teased.

"Darn right," Marley commented, smiling at their son.

As Patton stopped the recording, Maria came over with all of the family's food. She set it all down and greeted her boss.

"Hey Marley, how you doing?" Maria asked politely.

"Oh, doing well, Maria. How's your kid doing? Still causing trouble?" Marley replied.

"She's doing alright. Still a bit stubborn, but eh."

"I see where she gets it from."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Marley chuckled at that.

"Thanks for the food, Maria," Patton said.

"Yeah, thanks for the food!" Roman copied.

"Thank you!" Remus repeated.

"Oh, anytime, boys. Happy Birthday," Maria said as she walked away.

Everyone grew silent and idle as they all ate, including Marley who stole a few bits of lettuce from their son. The bowling alley's weird music played in the background and there were sounds of bowling balls hitting pins from the other couple of groups that were there. It was kind of nice, just spending time with loving family.

That, and Janus' and Roman's bet were in the forefront of their minds.

And Roman honestly believed he'd best Janus.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by 'this is longer than an average chapter length of a novel by now and I'm a little scared it might never end' <<<

Roman was wrong.

He'd severely underestimated his friend, all thanks to his ego that liked to pop up every so often. And every time it popped up? It got bested.

Usually by Janus.

Janus smirked as they looked up at the scoreboard. They were first place, yet again, and Roman was placed in third. Remus was second. Patton wasn't playing that round, simply sitting in one of the seats and watching the kids play instead. Marley had left a little bit after food, since they got tired easily. Roman groaned as he got another gutter ball.

"Told you I was better~" Janus taunted him.

"Oh, shut it, Reptile Rapscallion," Roman grumbled.

"Aw, is el principito losing?"

"Shut up, don't call me that."

Janus snorted unintentionally. Their smirk fell, and they averted their eyes from Roman. They felt bad for a moment, not meaning to sound rude. They remained silent, respecting Roman's words.

Usually Logan would call Roman that, since Logan knew some Spanish. So, Roman didn't really like it when other people said it.

Roman also knew Janus hadn't meant to make him feel uncomfortable, or even snort at his boundaries. He knew Janus well enough to know they weren't ever intentionally mean.

As the round ended, both Remus and Janus beat Roman. Remus won his way into second and Janus came in first place, which left Roman in last. Janus and Remus chuckled lightly at Roman's slightly defeated look. He pouted.

"That's not fair," he whined, crossing his arms. "I should've used 'birthday rights' on you."

Remus snorted at his brother.

"But you didn't. And you still would've had to beat me, bro," Remus commented.

"I would've defeated you easily," Roman retorted.

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah huh."

"Nuh uh--"

"Boys, it's fine. We can always play another round, if it's not too late," Patton ended their sibling bicker.

"Besides, you owe me five bucks anyway," Janus said, smirking.

"Fine, I'll give it to you when we get back then," Roman sighed dramatically.

"Well, that was easier than usual. You good there, Ro?" Remus asked, knowing his brother usually wouldn't back down so quickly unless something was off.

"Just a little tired," Roman mumbled, uncrossing his arms and rubbing one of his eyes.

"Well, maybe we should go back home? We still have cake and Hamilton, after all," Patton suggested.

Roman was immediately a bit more awake as soon as he heard something about Hamilton.

"Can we go now, then? Can we, can we?" Roman was now a bit bouncier.

"Oh yeah, can we?" Remus joined, almost forgetting about the musical.

"Yes, yes. Come on, let's go, kiddos," Patton said, getting up from his seat and grabbing the car keys from his pocket.

They all returned their bowling shoes and waved goodbye to Maria, who wished the twins another happy birthday. They left, getting in the Fun Mobile as Patton started it up.

As they drove off back to the house, the twins held small smiles on their faces as they watched the bowling alley disappear slowly in the distance.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by Oat being lazy yet again <<<

After getting back to the house and stopping the car, the twins grabbed their gift bags from Marley. They almost ran into the house as Patton unlocked the door, and Janus trailed behind the energetic birthday boys. The boys set their bags on the table and walked to the living room, seeing what Virgil and Logan had been up to while everyone else was gone. Logan sat next to Virgil on the couch, almost finished with his book. Virgil leaned against his arm, watching something on his phone. The sight brought a smile to Patton's face as he walked in behind the boys. Janus smiled slightly, glad to see Virgil comfortable with an adult that wasn't his aunt.

Sure, he knew he was safe with the Berrys, but it took a lot for him to get comfortable around someone. Janus had been his friend for years, even before they'd met the twins. Even then, he still was a bit closed off with a few things with Remus and Roman.

So, seeing him physically comfortable around Logan like that? It was a pretty good improvement on Virgil's part, and Janus couldn't be prouder of him.

Virgil only ever leaned on those he trusted, both literally and figuratively.

"Hey boys, having fun?" Patton asked with a smile.

Virgil immediately tensed at the sudden voice and looked up, but he relaxed again when he saw it was only Patton and the rest of the gang. He pulled back a headphone to rest behind his ear, nodding silently.

"Oh, hello, my dear. Yes, we're doing fine," Logan said, looking up from his book briefly at the sound of his husband's voice.

"That's good," Patton commented, sitting down on the loveseat where Logan usually sat. "The twins have some things to show you."

Logan bookmarked his book and set it down.

"Oh?" he said.

The twins quickly grabbed their bags and headed back into the living room. Roman sat in the other loveseat while Remus sat on the floor in front of him. Janus walked calmly to the couch and sat near Virgil, who flashed a smile at them. Janus returned a smile, a silent acknowledgement of Virgil being okay.

"Look, look!" Roman said as he pulled out the book he'd showed Patton earlier.

Logan couldn't help but smile at Roman's excitement about the book. It reminded him of himself when he was younger, back when all he had was the books in his little room. The adventures he had with the hardbacks on his shelves; those nice memories flooded into his mind for a moment as he looked at his son.

"See, it's a book! I'm really excited to read it. It's gonna help me with writing and stuff!" Roman said, showing Logan the cover.

Patton held in a snort, thinking about how much Roman acted like Logan when it came to books.

"That's pretty cool, Roman," Logan commented, making Roman smile wider.

"Thanks, Mama. Oh, and I got some hoodies!" Roman said, putting the book aside and grabbing a hoodie to show Logan.

Logan smiled at his son as he excitedly showed him his hoodies.

Then, Remus decided it was his turn to show the gifts he got, practically bouncing in his seat.

"Hey, hey Mom! Look what I got!" Remus exclaimed, showing his mostly-solved Rubex Cube.

Logan turned his attention to his other son. His eyes slightly widened at the sight of the Rubex Cube, and he just couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

"I got a cube puzzle! And look, I almost solved it," Remus said as he waved the cube in his hand.

"Very smart of you, Remus," Logan responded, fondness and pride filling his chest.

Like I said, Remus was a lot smarter than people thought. And Logan? Well, he always felt pride when Remus would show his intellect.

Remus blushed lightly at the praise; his smile unable to fall from his face.

"I took a video of it. He solved it pretty fast. Almost better than you, Lo," Patton said.

Logan raised an eyebrow at his husband.

"Oh yeah? Show me," Logan was intrigued to see his son's intellect in action.

"Later," Patton replied.

Logan rolled his eyes playfully, focusing his attention back to Remus.

"What else did you get?" Logan urged him to show his other presents.

"Oh! I also got a fidget thingy," Remus set his cube to the side and showed the fidget toy to Logan.

Janus and Virgil sat quietly on the couch, watching their friends show off their presents. Janus was glad the twins were able to be excited for once, holding a slight smile on their face. Virgil still leaned against Logan's arm, listening to music as background noise to help keep his mind quiet. He held Janus' hand, the small physical comfort reminding him that he was in a safe place. Sometimes his anxiety clawed at him at the weirdest times, like when he was safe without any danger present. And when that happened, small physical contact helped along with music.

Janus rubbed Virgil's knuckles as Roman and Remus rambled on about their gifts to Logan.

It was a nice moment, and it felt peaceful. And peaceful it stayed, at least for the twins' birthday.

But that's not important right now.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by 'I lied! This is getting a bit too close to 10k and I can't stop' <<<

After the twins finished showing their gifts to Logan and put them away again, Patton told everyone to grab a paper plate and a fork from the counter. After they all had their utensils, Patton brought out the cake and set it on the coffee table. Everyone was sat at their previous spots. Patton put number candles on the cake, the number 15 remaining unlit. The twins gazed and awed at the decently-sized, marble cake. It was a bit bigger than they'd imagine cake would be.

"Woah, is that for us?" Remus asked.

"Yeah," Patton said.

Roman simply stared at the cake, a tingly and guilty feeling rising in his chest. Remus seemed to be feeling the same. They looked at each other for a moment, then back to the cake. They felt a little sick, old memories of forcibly limited food clawing at their minds. Janus seemed to notice, as well as Virgil and the dads. The dads shared a confused look as Janus and Virgil moved over to the twins. Janus sat on the floor next to Remus. Virgil sat next to Roman, plopping down on an arm of the loveseat. He leaned against Roman, giving silent comfort as Roman leaned on him. Janus grabbed Remus' hand, giving him a light and reassuring squeeze.

"Well, you're obviously sharing," Janus said sarcastically, which seemed to ease the twins a little.

The dads noticed the comfort being given and figured the twins were worried. They didn't push the twins to talk about it. Patton's face lit up as he remembered something.

"Lo, remember that thing we got for the twins?" Patton whispered to Logan, the twins perking up at the sound of a possible surprise.

"Which-- oh. Yes, I do," Logan whispered back to him, starting to smirk.

"I think now's a good time, don't you?"

"Yeah. I'll go get it."

Logan got up and walked up the stairs to his and Patton's room, grabbing a pleasant surprise for his sons. After a few minutes, Logan came back downstairs with a laptop in hand. He sat down in his spot, turned it on, and faced it towards the kids. Patton sat down next to Logan, and the both of them couldn't help but smirk.

Then, a video call popped up, showing a pair of friends. The twins' eyes widened and they both smiled, seeing their online friends on the screen.

"Wassup, babes!" greeted Remy, sipping an iced latte from Starbucks.

"Hi ReRo!" greeted Emile, who waved excitedly at the twins.

Emile always had nicknames for groups of people, and he dubbed the twins 'ReRo' almost a week after they'd all met.

The twins gaped and remained speechless at their surprise. They hadn't seen Emile or Remy in a long while, due to recent time zone changes since the pair of friends had recently moved states (again). Janus smiled at the sight of their other friends, and Virgil smirked as he gave a small wave hello.

The twins forgot about their unpleasant memories momentarily, happy to see their long-distance friends again.

"Emmy! Remy! We haven't seen you in a while," Roman exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's a been a bit for sure," Emile said.

"No duh," Remy commented.

"Where did you even move to?" Remus asked.

"Closer, actually. A lot closer," Emile said.

Remy smirked as they sipped more of their Starbucks.

"What do you mean, 'a lot closer'?" Roman asked as a small shard of hope sprung up in his chest.

"Open the door, babes!" Remy said as she pushes up on her sunglasses.

The twins stared in disbelief. They looked to Patton and Logan.

"No way," Remus gasped.

Patton nodded his head.

"Oh my stars, really?" Roman said, and Logan nodded his head this time.

Janus and Virgil sat there, processing what that meant. Their faces lit up as they realized what was happening. Janus smiled, their heart pounding with anticipation. Virgil smiled bigger than he usually did, muttering a "holy shit" under his breath.

The twins got up and raced to the front door as Janus and Virgil trailed behind them. Logan shut down the computer as the video call ended, putting it on the couch as he and Patton got up. They walked over to the kids, wanting to see their reactions.

Roman unlocked and opened the door, bouncing on his feet. He gasped loudly as he saw Emile and Remy right in front of him, in real life. Remus stood next to him and gaped. They both lurched forward. Remus hugged Emile tightly, and Roman embraced Remy as well. Remy grunted at the sudden hug but smiled nonetheless, hugging back awkwardly with the hand that wasn't holding their Starbucks. Emile hugged Remus back as tightly Remus hugged him. The twins felt joyful tears gather in their eyes, and so did Emile and Remy.

Janus and Virgil stood there in half-disbelief, tears also gathering in their eyes.

Needless to say, all of the kids were getting a bit tearful, and so were the dads who stood behind them and watched with warm hearts. Patton brought out his phone and took a video, wanting to scrapbook this memory forever. Logan smiled slightly, happy to see the kids happy.

Emile noticed Janus and Virgil standing there and gestured to them to join in. Virgil immediately pulled off his headphones and placed them on his neck, nearing running to embrace Emile. Emile opened an arm and hugged right back as Virgil practically crashed himself into him. Janus walked over to Remy and hugged him, burying their face in his shoulder as Remy opened his Starbucks arm and hugged back with it.

Patton nearly squealed at the cuteness, and Logan quickly wiped the few tears the went down his face.

He muttered something about, "Only you and the twins can make me cry like this."

This birthday truly was a great one.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by 'It's over 10k by now because I gave up and just kept writing like freaking Hamilton' <<<

After the tearful and joyful embrace, everyone separated and moved to the living room, the cake waiting for them. Janus, Virgil, and Patton sat on the couch. Roman sat in his loveseat, and Logan sat in his. Remy and Emile sat in front of the couch by Janus and Virgil. Remus sat in front of Roman. Patton passed two more plates and forks to Remy and Emile.

Patton stood up, grabbing a small lighter and lit the candles. He then pocketed the lighter and grabbed a cake knife to cut the cake with, setting it carefully next to the cake. Now that they could see without their minds trying to ruin their day, the twins noticed words drawn in coloured frosting on top of the cake below the candles. Happy Birthday, my beautiful sons, it read. Patton sat back down as he noticed the twins staring at the writing.

"Lo and I both picked out the writing," he said, smiling at his sons. "We planned ahead the day before after you two went to bed."

Logan blush slightly, embarrassed that he was exposed for being a bit cheesy. Still, he nodded along to what Patton said. He looked at his boys for a moment, seeing their unmistakable bright smiles on their faces. Their eyes got a little glassy, but not enough for tears to form. He smiled to himself, knowing no matter what he tried, he just couldn't hold it in when it came to the twins.

His family was his heart's weak spot.

"Do you guys like it?" Logan asked the twins.

The twins looked up at Logan and nodded vigorously. Patton smiled softly at the sight.

"Okay, everyone. Now's time for the song," Patton announced as the fire on the candles danced.

The twins looked confused for a moment, and Emile seemed to have noticed quickly.

"Have you guys never heard the birthday song before?" he asked.

The twins shared a puzzled looked before looking back at Emile.

"Um, no??" Roman answered.

"Well then, we must fix that! It's very important for birthdays," Emile said, giving a sympathetic smile.

"Okay, everybody!" Patton started.

And everyone, excluding the twins, started singing.

Well, Logan spoke the words instead of singing, but that's not the point.

Roman and Remus sat in awe as they heard the nice song, sung specifically for them. They almost felt overwhelmed with all of the love they felt in that moment, hearing their dads and all of their friends wish them a happy birthday like they were in a musical. Their hearts swelled, and they both felt a little surreal. It was surreal for them to be in a safe space, to be with loving and honest people. It was surreal to have a happy birthday. It was surreal to celebrate their birthday away from the orphanage.

It was their first time being away from the orphanage for so long.

It'd been six months, and as their found family sung to them, it finally hit them that they weren't going back. They weren't being abandoned again.

They were finally home.

Of course, this made both of them cry silently as the song ended.

Their family and friends noticed their tears, and noticed how they held comforting hands. Patton gave a sympathetic smile, opening his arms a little bit to welcome any needed hugs. Logan gave a slight smile, concern clear on his face. Their friends stared with varying faces of sympathy and worry.

Remus immediately let go of Roman and ran into Patton's arms, hugging tightly. Patton hugged back, just as tight, and rubbed soothing circles on Remus' back. Remus whined, burying his face in Patton's shoulder. Roman quickly got up and went over to Logan, making grabby hands towards him. Logan nodded and opened his arms for his son. Roman embraced him and Logan held him tightly. Roman placed his forehead on Logan's neck, snuggling into him. Logan kissed the top of his head.

"Are you two alright, principito?" Logan asked softly.

Roman smiled softly at the endearing nickname that he let only Logan call him. He nodded slightly into Logan, and Remus did the same with Patton.

"Overwhelmed," Remus muttered into Patton's shoulder.

"By what, Kiddo?" Patton inquired softly.

"Feels like home. You guys feel safe," Roman mumbled, and Remus nodded along to his words.

Patton's heart soared hearing that, and he wanted to cry. And he did. Joyous tears slid down his face as he planted a loving kiss on top of Remus' head. Remus felt a few of Patton's tears fall on his head, and he gripped Patton as an attempt to ground his dad. Patton weakly smiled, though unseen since he hid his face on Remus' head. Logan felt himself start to cry as his heart squeezed at his son's words. You guys feel safe, Roman's voice echoed in Logan's mind. It was everything he'd hoped to give to the twins, and he succeeded in that. The twins felt safe with them, felt at home with them. He'd managed to give the twins the one thing he never got as a child: a safe and loving home. Of course, since it was the twins, he got a little emotional.

Roman noticed Logan's tears, as well as Patton hiding himself in Remus. He felt worry creep up from his gut to his chest. He grabbed Logan's forearm as Logan kissed his head again.

"Mama?" Roman's voice gave away his concern.

Logan hummed, acknowledging that he heard Roman.

"Are you and Padre okay?" Roman absentmindedly started rubbing Logan's forearm to comfort him.

Logan smiled at him with a fond look in his glassy eyes.

"Yes, principito. Just glad you feel at home. It's all I ever wanted for you, to feel safe," Logan explained softly, knowing if he spoke any louder then his voice might crack.

"'m so happy you feel safe here," Patton muttered quietly.

Janus, Virgil, Remy, and Emile all smiled fondly (in their own ways) at the nice, heartfelt moment. The twins deserved this, at the bare minimum. They deserved to be happy and safe, and their friends were glad that they finally were.

The happy, tearful moment lasted for a little longer before Remy broke the comfortable silence.

"Okay, this is sweet and all, but I want cake," they said, sipping their Starbucks drink for the millionth time in the last hour.

Roman snickered at Remy, and Remus snorted in laughter. The pair of dads smiled at the sound of their sons' laughter, and Patton lightly chuckled.

"Alright, alright. Give me a minute, and I'll cut the cake," Patton said.

Remy muttered a dramatic "finally" as Patton carefully separated Remus from himself and got up to cut the cake.

The twins had found such a loving family, hadn't they?

>>> Time Skip brought to you by Oat getting emotional over their own writing <<<

After cake was passed out to everyone and the twins had their first bites (per birthday traditions), Patton put on Hamilton and sat back down in his spot with his own slice of cake. The cake was a swirling mix of chocolate and vanilla in a marble design, just as had been discussed the day before. It had buttercream frosting, dyed red and green (which were the twins' favourite colours). There was even buttercream filling, since it was a two-layered cake.

Remus was eating his slice a bit carefully, trying not to make a mess on his paper plate. He wanted to consume every last bit of his cake, which included the tiny smears of frosting on the plate. His lips were almost stained red and green.

Roman, on the other hand, didn't care whether or not he was being messy. He happily chomped on his cake slice, frosting on his face. There was even some frosting on his nose, somehow. He kept licking his fork every time he ate a slice as to get all of the frosting he could.

Virgil snickered at the twins, which caught Roman's attention. Roman raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"What?" he said, still chomping on some of his cake.

"How are you the messy twin?" Virgil asked, still snickering.

Roman finished his bite of cake and swallowed it.

"Oh, ha ha, My Chemically Imbalanced Bromance. I am the cleaner twin," Roman retorted playfully.

"Then explain why Remus has hardly any mess on his face and you do," Virgil smirked.

Roman looked over at his brother as Hamilton started playing its beginning scenes. Virgil was right; Remus had hardly any frosting or cake crumbs on his face. Remus looked at him as he finished a bite of cake.

"What?" he said, confused as to why both Virgil and Roman were looking at him.

"Nothing..." Roman muttered.

Remus shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV.

Roman and Virgil followed suit, watching intently as the first song came on. Roman tried to fight the urge to sing along, but alas, he was weak for musicals.

And Remus joined in as soon he heard his brother singing along.

The dads smiled as they watched their sons sing along to the musical. Virgil rolled his eyes playfully as Emile enthusiastically joined in. Janus snorted at their friends, amused. Remy simply sipped her Starbucks while a small smile tugged on her face.

All in all, they were having a good time. The twins were having a good birthday. Finally.

They were surrounded by all of the safe and loving people in their life.

They couldn't ask for anything more.

>>> Time Skip brought to you by 'I gave up near the end. Sorry folks' <<<

After Hamilton was over and the TV had been turned off, everyone got up and threw away their paper plates and plastic utensils. Emile, Remy, and Janus all had their own pajamas in overnight bags. Patton put what little cake was left in the fridge as the three friends went in separate rooms to change. Logan went into the kitchen with Patton as the twins got up and went to their room to take turns changing.

Roman changed first, changing into a pair of red pajama pants and a Disney shirt (specifically a Mulan one with Mushu on it). Then he left the room to give Remus his space, silently reminding him to take off his binder for bedtime. Remus reluctantly took off his binder, thankful his dysphoria was a bit better than it'd been earlier. He managed as he put on an oversized, forest-green hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants. He took a deep breath, calming his mind down a little bit. He opened the door, signaling he was done. The twins went back downstairs.

The kids were all having a slumber party in the living room. The coffee table had been moved to make space. The furniture was moved back a little bit to also help with space.

Janus had already claimed a loveseat to curl up on, which had been the one Logan usually sat in. They wore black sweatpants and a cozy-looking, snake-themed yellow sweater. They had a couple blankets with them, probably from their house. Emile had taken the other loveseat along with Remy, even though it wasn't quite big enough for the two of them. They were practically attached at the hip, being so close as friends that they were basically siblings. Emile wore baby blue pajama short with clouds on them and a pastel Winnie the Pooh shirt. Curled up with Emile was Remy, a coffee bean themed, big fluffy blanket draped over the two of them. It was most likely Remy's, but no one knew for sure. Those two always shared blankets. Anyway, Remy wore dark fleece pajama pants and a comfy, dark brown sweater with the words 'Wake me up when the Sun implodes' on it in black font. He was practically already asleep, leaning on Emile and snuggling into him. Remy had always struggled a lot with insomnia, so it was nice to see them sleeping for once.

Emile took their sunglasses when he noticed them sleeping. He kissed her forehead as Remy smiled in her sleep. The lights were dimmed and dark enough for Remy not to be disturbed by any bright light. Emile smiled at the sight of his sleeping friend. He turned his attention to the twins as they entered the living room. Virgil sat at the foot of the loveseat where Janus sat, still not in pajamas. He hadn't brought any. To be honest, sometimes they all wondered if he had any at all. Considering his home situation, they wouldn't have been surprised.

The twins took the couch, which folded out into a bed. The bed had already been put out, so the twins simply sat on it. They put their own blankets on themselves; Roman has a red and white one, and Remus has a green and black one. As Patton and Logan came over to wish the kids a good night, and they both noticed Virgil in his street clothes. He held a sleeping bag tightly in his arms.

Patton wore a look of concern. Logan felt a pang of familiarity and recognition at the sight of Virgil with a lack of pajamas. It reminded him a little bit of when he was younger, growing up in an unstable and poor household. Logan kept calm as he went over to Virgil and sat in front of him on his knees. He gave him plenty of space, not wanting to make him feel trapped.

"Do you have any pajamas with you, Virgil?" Logan asked softly.

Virgil slowly shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"That's okay. Do you want to borrow something?" Logan said.

Virgil felt a little better hearing that. Logan hadn't made him feel bad for the lack of pajamas, and that felt relieving. Virgil nodded his head. Logan gave a soft smile, slowly standing up and extending a hand to Virgil. The emo kid took it, keeping his sleeping bag hooked under his other arm. Patton gave a kind smile as Logan passed the child off to him. Patton put a gentle hand on his shoulder as he and Virgil went upstairs.

"I have some spare purple 'jamas. You want shorts or pants?" Patton asked as they disappeared upstairs.

Logan waited for a little bit for Patton and Virgil to come back. After a few minutes, they came back down. Patton went over to Logan as Virgil came down the steps, still carrying his sleeping bag. Virgil now wore a pair of comfy violet pajama pants and a Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie. The hoodie was a bit baggy on him, but it was comfy nonetheless. Patton smiled at him.

"Comfy now, Kiddo?" Patton asked.

"Yeah, thanks for the clothes," Virgil mumbled.

"No problem. Anytime, little Nightmare. When ya want your clothes in the morning, just knock on our door and I'll let ya in to grab them."

"Okay."

"Oh, and do you want an extra blanket? We have so many."

"You've already done a lot, though. I don't mind just the sleeping bag."

"It's no problem, really, Virgil."

"Um, sure then, I guess."

"'Mkay."

Patton went over to a storage closet briefly and got a couple of blankets. He came back and gave Virgil the blankets. They were generic black and purple blankets, made with soft and cozy fabric. Virgil smiled at he took them, muttering a quick "thank you" before going back to his previous spot. He set up his sleeping bag and the blankets as the dads went around the room, wishing them all a good night. Virgil finished setting up, getting in his sleeping bag, and used one of the blankets as a folded-up pillow. Patton and Logan tucked in Emile and Remy, then wished Janus a "good night", and then went to Virgil. Patton bent down and softly brushed Virgil's hair out of his face as he curled up. Patton planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Both Logan and him wished him a "good night", and Virgil gave his signature soft sleepy smile.

"Thank you for being a safe place," Virgil muttered as he closed his eyes, sighing calmly.

Patton's heart warmed at that, and Logan's heart clenched as he heard those words. Logan smiled as his words echoed in his head. A safe place. Logan hummed softly.

"Anytime, Virgil. Sleep well," he muttered to Virgil.

The dads moved on to their sons. The boys were cuddled up under their own blankets, laying on their sides. They faced away from each other. The dads smiled at their sons.

"Good night, boys. I love you," Patton spoke, kissing each of their foreheads.

The boys each leaned into Patton's affection before he pulled away.

"Love you, mis hijos. Sleep well," Logan muttered to his son's as he tucked them in.

The twins smiled as they closed their tired eyes, each muttering a, "Love you too, Dad, Mama."

The dads felt their hearts warmed again as they left to go upstairs. They took one last look back as the kids all tried sleeping. Then, they turned to the stairs and went up to bed.

The twins slept soundly, smiles on their faces as their birthday concluded nicely.

The twins had a great birthday, surrounded by love and comfort. They couldn't have asked for anything more.

And, for once in their troubled lives, they felt at peace on their birthday.

[csabyssallight]

Sorry that this isn’t too detailed lmao; but here’s Remi :)

Half their face is gone whoops, she’s okay though

He’s doing funny bioengineering stuff

Idk who is actually gonna see this but

I will draw ur iterator oc if you reblog this post with the ref

bonus if you have a scug too to go with them

[dinogoofymutated]

You want X-Men requests? Well, I think I've got a few kicking around for our favorite Cajun.

Ok, so this is NSFW but like...imagine overstimulated Gambit to the point where he can only speak garbled French? Idk, I think that's super hot.

YES OMG YES. I absolutely love this idea I ran with it SO QUICK! I'm Southern, but not necessarily the Cajun flavor of Southern, so I tried to use a translator/dictionary for Cajun-French. There's not really a translator for cajun dialect specifically, so forgive me for some mistakes. I tried my best ;-;

Tw: MDNI. NSFW. Creampie, Overstim, Praise kink (kinda). Reader written while picturing AFAB but no genitals specified. No pronouns specified. Soft dom!reader

Anyone looking outside-in on Gambit's relationships would think that the man is a player, due to his flirty nature, and he could be to an extent, but you know otherwise.

Remy LeBeau was a lover boy. Sure he showed out a lot by flirting, but at the end of the day it's you he's coming home to. The moment someone tries to make a move on him and flirting goes to touching, you know he's shutting that shit down quick.

He was all talk, and you were happy to find out that extends to the bedroom.

Now having said this, it's not that Remy was a liar. He's incredible at sex, but at the end of the day when he's with someone he truly loves, his walls come down. Loverboy was putty in your hands the moment you decided to grace him with your love and praise.

"Plus, donnez-m'en un de plus, s'il vous plaît." Remy is trembling underneath you, head tossed back into the pillow and twitching inside you still as he cums hard. His hands are clenched around your thighs, grip loose enough for you to grind on him slowly as he comes down from his high.

"Remy, I can't understand you." You say softly, cocking your head at him as you brush some hair out of his face. He leans into your touch, chest still heaving. He mumbles something else you can't quite catch, before repeating "donnez-m'en un de plus, donnez-m'en un de plus." Again and again.

"Reeemmmy~" You smile, rocking back against him just slightly to make him groan and curse, before leaning forward to kiss him on the chin. He tries to catch you in a real kiss, but you don't let him, choosing to hover over his lips teasingly. "English, please, sweetheart."

"Je commence Cher, don't tease." Remy whines, leaning forward again. You let him kiss you this time, unable to stop yourself from giving into Remy's charms. You grind onto him a little more to hear him moan and gasp into the kiss, and his grip on your thighs gets a little tighter. He mumbles again in Cajun, and you shake your head at him. He'd been trying to teach you, but you still weren't quite fluent. You decide you should ask him to teach you bedroom phrases soon. It'd make this a whole lot easier- but you wouldn't lie, you almost enjoy teasing him like this.

"One more, Cher. Please. Please, give me another one." Remy finally grunts. He looks at you with those pretty eyes of his, all blurry with his pupils dilated. You can't help but lean in and kiss him a few more times. You lift your hips, before sinking back down onto his cock with a little more force this time. He gasps out a broken "merci! merci," tears starting to trail down his cheeks as you start to ride him again.

"Oh- Only because you asked... so nicely." You moan. It's a struggle to get the words out, fighting your own oversensitivity, but hearing Remy crumble beneath you is worth how sore you would be in the morning ten times over.

[theyluvlyss]

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 & 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲...

my head is all but consumed with thoughts only of wade wilson, logan howlett, and remy lebeau. they're all I can process in my head (besides shazam, but that's a given considering no one loves shazam the way I do, so🤷🏽‍♀️) and I y e a r n desperately for an influx in "wade x y/n x logan" fics and the "remy x y/n" fics... dare I even ask, humbly ofc, hear me out... for a splash of "wade x y/n x remy". genuinely, I'd kill for some of that ngl.

and I bet you're wondering, "lyssa, why not do it yourself🤔?"

short answer: I am swamped with requests, and even if I wasn't, I'm not ready yet lmao I fear I do not possess the skills to capture them in my writing perfectly😔 ... yet😈.

in the meantime, tho *😈evil little laughter😈* may I plz suggest the following prompts and pairings to and for anybody willing to work with them or wanting ideas (begging any writers that see this to please write these and tag me plz plz plz plz plz 😭🙏🏽😃plzplzplzplzplzplzplzpl-)...

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⚠️trigger and content warning btw lol -

mentions of fighting/violence/bloodshed, death, gore, (like c'mon,,, bffr, look at who you're reading about😐🤨), anxiety/panic attacks, harsh words/themes/elements/physical injuries, abuse and/or negelct, separation anxiety, mental disorders, brief mention of sickness/illness, drugs (just 🍃 and painkillers), age gap (nothing illegal, chill out🤨✋🏽), use of a derogatory term (not used in a negative sense tho lol), and some semi-common smut themes that I won't list here, but be wary if that stuff makes you uncomfortable :)♡. also, these are all under the pretense that the reader is a cis girl, she/her/hers pronouns (so ig you could think of this as one, big, mass request to all writers willing from me lol🤭🥴🫶🏽).

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 :

- reader having a panic/anxiety attack and ofc being comforted (causes my vary; maybe right after a fight/battle, or because of over-worrying or too much pressure, maybe after a fight with another loved one, etcetc). definitely wanna see this with all three of them, but separately, tho. like, one fic or list of "preferences/headcannons" for logan, one for wade, and then one for remy.

- near death or death (followed by resurrection swift after). it could be reader almost dies or dies (then gets resurrected, get creative with it/how, fr, yk?) or the reverse; the POI (person of interest) dies, although given two of the three's abilities, y'all might have to get creative if you want it to translate for logan and/or wade so this one would be mainly for a remy x reader.

- I personally love a good "POI says sumn mean/outta pocket, hurts reader's feels, stuff happens idk, but they eventually kiss and make up" trope. I'd eat that up, especially cuz OHHH,,,, wade taking a joke or playful argument or something too far? logan being a little too mean/angsty to you for comfort?? remy saying something that gets lost in translation, so it comes out harsher than intended??? 😫😫😫‼️‼️ AND IF YOU WANNA GET MESSY WIT IT, RUNNING TO ONE OF THE OTHER THREE FOR COMFORT🙈🙈⁉️⁉️⁉️.

- a classic; reader getting injured (mildly or worse, doesn't matter), needing to be taken care of, but is stubborn about it?? always a good one.

- getting a little crazy and silly here, but I like a good "abusive and/or negelctful ex/current partner" trope. like hell yeah, one of you big, strong men get over here and save me, whisk me away and show me what I really deserve😻‼️. NOT romanticizing/glorifying it obvs, like no, I mean that wade, logan, and/or remy would not be the red flags in this scenario, they're the one(s) doing the saving FROM the red flag ex/current partner lol.

- getting a little crazier and sillier with this one, but one where reader gets snatched up🙂? oouuuu, miss girl got kidnapped?! once again, somebody come save me, and if "somebody" is not wade, logan, and/or remy, then don't bother, I don't want it. matter of fact, just gon' on ahead and leave me, I'll figure it out myself🙂✌🏽. I think I'd want these separate, actually, bc I wanna take in the individuality of their reactions, like,,, logan going feral?? pretty predictable tbh lmao but still hot. remy?? idek ngl, y'all gon' have to figure him out. BUT WADE BEING SERIOUS AND NOT AS TALKATIVE FOR ONCE UNTIL HE KNOWS YOU'RE SAFE???? OOOHOOHOOOOOOO, GIMMIE🖐🏽👹🖐🏽✊🏽👹✊🏽!!!

- ig this could be put in the panic/anxiety attack category, but I also feel like this might be it's own separate thing, so idk, but... separation anxiety on reader's part. whatever the circumstances may be to breed it, reader is just (not in a unhealthy way) attached to the POI(s), so them leaving for whatever reason is pretty hard on her (and the POI(s), too, because hello, they don't wanna make their reader upset, but things gotta get done fr yk😫🥲),,, lots of reassurance, comforting, and maybe distractions ensue??

- reader with an alter ego/inner beast, whether that be a result of her powers or a mental disorder (think like,,, split personality or maybe DID or something like that, but I do wanna say, if you're gonna go the mental route, make sure you do your research so that you're representing it - not only accurately - but you're not dehumanizing or dumbing it down as well) or just anything that would cause the reader to, as I said, have a different side of themself,,, werewolf type deal, yk? "normal" for the most part, but then has her moments where she be on demon time and then when she's back to herself, she's just like "???" while everyone else is like "!!!". I suppose this could then be followed up/solved with a "the sun's getting real low" typa thing/moment from the POI(s), but that's neither here nor there, do what feels right fr♡.

- reader (just barely) escapes cassandra nova??? that could be cool (a.k.a. very, very angsty bc surely the encounter has messed the reader alllll the way up both mentally and physically, especially knowing what typa timing cass be on lmao😃). love a good hurt/comfort, I can't get enough, actually. this one (given the movie context) may or may not work with wolvie and/or pool (again, up to the writer to get creative), but gambit?? he's been in the void his whole life, he knows cass, sooo it'd make more sense for him to have a higher understanding of the situation in full, but do what y'all want, I'm just the idea woman🤷🏽‍♀️.

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 :

- morning cuddles and softeness and ughghfhfhdjd♡!!♡!♡!!♡!♡!!♡!! and then the opposite, night/bedtime cuddles and softness and uugjfjdkwkfke♡!!♡!♡!!♡!♡!!♡!!

- height difference teasings and shenanigans. we can always stick to the classics, ofc, short reader, tall wade, logan, and/or remy. maybe its an advantage in fights - fast, lethal, and small + big, shielding, and strong - but sucks in more domestic/calm cases like reaching for shit on the top shelf or wanting to kiss somebody. but I'd also love some tall gworl reader type shit, miss strong, lean, runway model energy, stepping on any heads and wooing any men that are in her path🥴😻. bending down with a smile so she can hear him, mindlessly playing with his hair, occasionally makes a quip here and there on the difference without thinking lol and he haaaaateeees all of it (but he looooveeeessss all of it🤭).

- reader being THAT GIRL, literally being in a 1v26 or sumn crazy like that and she's just kicking ass and shit the whole time, and then there's the POI(s),,, gawking and in love like "damn that's MY GIRL fr\😻/!!".

- *imagine a vine boom after every bolded word, okay, go* teen/minor/young PLATONIC NONSEXUAL NONROMANTIC (literally I can not stress this enough) NOT DATING AT ALL EVER reader and one/two/all of them. I think it'd just be silly seeing them (wade, logan, and or remy) working/paired with/having a bond with this little gremlin yet sweetheart of a reader who's somehow able to tolerate/put up with/ignore/maybe even indulge in their craziness lmfao. maybe just as or is even more crazy than they are, chaotic and desensitized type shit. you could even get ansgty with it, have this teen reader need saving or something like that, yk?

- sparring match and reader BEATS POI(s) in said spar cuz she's cool, awesome, and mega baller like that. lots of tension and goofiness, especially from the reader, cuz she knows damn well she's the shit. or, a different route!!... total dumb luck that she beat him/both/all of them, and is very obviously playing it off/acting like she won on purpose lmfao, cockiness ensuing.

- can't go wrong with a sick-fic lol. who doesn't wanna be taken care of?

- reader needs/wears glasses🤷🏽‍♀️. it can be the discovery of actually needing them, reader always squinting tryna read/see shit, or nearly getting herself in and out of danger bc again, she blind lmao. or it's just the case of reader never wears them out and about, but in calmer moments (where she doesn't run the risk of breaking them) she'll put them on, so she decides to bust 'em out one day and it's just the POI(s) being like ":O...😻😻!!".

- *olivia rodrigo voice* JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY, YEAA-aAAH😫😫‼️ ... reader who just,,, she don't play that shit, man, lmfao it's called you can prove yourself either friend or foe,,, stay tf away from my man or get your ass beat. pick one. and it's the POI(s) just absolutely flattered and amused with this energy from reader lmfao, reassurance ensuing quick after ofc. or, if you wanna get silly with it (and by silly, I mean violent♡), reader with a girl who can't take a hint😀 *eye twitch* so she finally makes shit clear one way or another (one way; does sumn with the POI(s) that makes the girl uncomfortable so she fucks off. another; reader pretty much beats that girl up and it's the POI(s) laughing but also trying to pry reader off of her cuz "stop it, I'm yours, I promise, you don't have to kill her, she didn't know any better😭!"). or just completely switch it up, vice versa, role-reversal POI(s) get jelly and it's reader having to deal with whatever may happen after/due to the fact lol.

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 :

- shameless flirt reader!!!! she's not obnoxious or out of character/proper timing with it, but definitely a reader with helllllaaaaa rizz. is mainly on some "is somebody gonna match my freak?" type shi. wade would find it very silly and he'd match the freak ofc. logan,,, maybe he'd start off annoyed by it, then get used to it, only realizing you've actually grown on him once you start to pull back a little/stop completely? REMY WOULD LOVE AND BE AMUSED BY IT, so all I'm gonna say here is this: rabbits🐇🥰. iykyk♡.

- a smoke sesh leading to some good, old fashioned high/sleepy sex🥰. that's it, that's the prompt♡.

- lord, free me from my sins🙏🏽, plz don't judge me y'all😔 ,,, age gap😃? NOTHING CRAZY, CHILL, but yk, like,,, just a little young thing in her 20s or sumn being scooped up by one (or two🤭) of these older, more mature, aged like fine wine, and experienced men,,, that's all🥰.

- that moment when reader is a whore and is actually literally prancing around without a care in the world, fucking three different guys (wade, logan, and remy obvs) because "they're hot lol" - not necessarily behind their backs - but no one's saying anything or telling her no, nor does anyone seem to have any issues with it/are opposed, sooo😗🤷🏽‍♀️.

- do y'all think,,, because wolverine is yk...wolf-like-ish-whatever.... do y'all think that he,,,, that maybe he goes thru... a rut🙂?? lmfaoGDHAKXKPQPRR okay that's enough, that's enough🥴✋🏽-.

- you know how some smut has certain labels/themes/tags that are gonna be, yk,,, in said smut?? well, cuz I'm out of any specific ideas for smut, I'm just gonna leave some here, m'kaaaay, and whatever y'all wanna dooooo is up to youuuu, just as long as I get to seeee😗☺️🫶🏽~...

⚠️ also don't say I didn't warn y'all, I mean, there's literally a whole ass trigger warning at the top, so do not start fckn trippin' because you disagree with me or saw sumn you don't fw, cuz tbh, I don't care and you can honestly block me if it's that serious♡.

dom-sub, daddy/praise/breeding/spanking kink, knife/gun/blood play (and/or just mutant/power ability play in general hehehe), food/wax play, cnc (I don't suggest full blown non-con seeing as none of them seem the type to do such, no matter the circumstances, plus it's just not my thing personally but hey, I'm not currently writing for pool, wolvie, or gambit rn, so that's up to whoever is🤷🏽‍♀️), hunter-prey (y'all might see this and immediately think wolvie, which is understandable fr, but I beg y'all to get creative and let remy and/or wade hunt reader down, it can be done and done right, I promise, plz, I need it, 😫PLEASE!!-), friends with benefits,,, OHHH ENEMIES with benefits🫢🫢!!, overstim, jealousy/possessive/yandere, unprotected/creampie/oral ... that's all that comes to mind lmao wow what a crazy note to end this on, anyways-

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yeah, so, do with all of this what you will (and plz spread this around, I genuinely do wanna see these get written and myself tagged like I am PINING for these fic ideas to be turned into reality😭🙏🏽), I just had to get my thoughts out before I forgot (at least in the fanfic department), because if someone were to ask me my thoughts on the movie itself !!!!! OMG I could run my mouth forever, but I don't wanna do that (lazy) so lmao for now, that's all lol byeeee~ /ᐠ-˕-マ!!

[planchettewrites]

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)/AFAB!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You're having an anxiety attack, and Remy finds you and helps you calm down.

CONTENT: Anxiety Attacks, Can Be Read as Platonic/Romantic, AFAB!Reader in mind, but no actual pronouns are used.

A/N: I wrote this in forty minutes, so in all honesty, it's probably not very good. I had this idea last night after I was having some serious anxiety. Gambit is truly a comfort character for me, so I hope that you can find some comfort in this too.

552 words | Safe!

Remy’s arms were tight around you as your erratic breathing was nowhere close to beginning to steady itself. He found you only two minutes ago when you had dropped to your knees in the middle of one of the winding hallways of the mansion. Anxiety was flooding your body in a way that felt overpowering—like the crashing waves of an oceanic storm. You trembled and shook, and the only thing keeping you tethered to this planet was the arms around you. 

“Shh, it’s all gonna be okay, chérie; Gambit’s right here.” he cooed, rocking you both gently back and forth. Your chest was tight, and your brain felt scrambled. Nothing was right, and nothing felt okay. Today was a long day, and now it was ending with an anxiety attack.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to steady your breathing. Your arms were wrapped around Remy’s arms, attempting to keep him as close to you as possible. He was your current lifeline, and you’d be damned if you were going to let him go. With your head pressed against his chest, you tried to listen to his heartbeat. If there was one thing he was good at, it was keeping calm, and his heartbeat reflected that. Slow and rhythmic, his heartbeat gives you a more relaxed rhythm to focus on. 

His grasp around you tightened as you let out another plaintive cry. “Oh, sweetheart, I know. Keep tryin’ to match my breathing; you’re doing so well. I got ya, and I ain’t letting go.”

You try to steady your mind and listen to his breathing; his chest’s gentle rise and fall gives you an anchor. “I’m sorry,” you sputtered out. Part of you felt guilty for all of this. Remy didn’t need to be here comforting you; he could be off doing God knows what with God knows who, but here he was, spending his time with you. Attempting to bring you back to Earth. 

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, darlin’.” he smiled. “You just keep focusin’ on my breathin��. Gambit’s not leavin’ until you feel better.”

It took a few minutes, but you could feel your breathing begin to slow. Remy still rocked you both back and forth and kept his breathing slow. This didn’t go unnoticed by the man whose arms were keeping you safe, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Great job, chérie, keep breathin’ with me. You’re doin’ amazing.”

What felt like an eternity later, and your breathing finally returned to normal, you shifted to face Remy. He showed you a gentle smile. “You did so good, and I’m so proud of you.” he unwrapped his arms from you to wipe the remnants of your tears. With another gentle movement, he helped you back to your feet. “Let’s get you to the med-bay; you can lie down there.”

“Please don’t go,” you muttered. “Please.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Remy grabbed your hand and walked you toward the medical wing of the mansion. He was true to his word; he didn’t leave your side the whole time. He kept you grounded and steady the entire walk there and helped you lie down on one of the beds, tucking you in gently. 

Inevitably, he was right. Things were going to be okay. 

[mimimarvelingmarvel]

time bound part eight

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

Part Eight - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 2k

I don’t know how long I’m out for, but when I wake up, the first thing I notice is the warmth of a bed beneath me, soft and comforting. It takes a moment for the fog in my mind to clear, but then I feel it—a heavy limb draped across my back, pinning me down. My heart skips a beat, panic rising before I realize who it is. I shuffle slightly, turning my head just enough to see Wade sprawled out beside me, his leg thrown over the middle of my back like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His torso is nearly falling off the edge of the bed, his mask slightly askew, revealing a rare moment of peace on his scarred face.

I grumble, annoyed but not entirely surprised, and carefully shimmy out from under him. He doesn’t stir, still lost in whatever dream world he’s managed to escape to. I glance around, taking in the environment, and relief floods through me. It’s familiar, comforting. I breathe a sigh of relief. They found us.

I sit up properly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My muscles protest, sore from whatever happened before I blacked out. As I survey the room, I catch sight of Logan standing in the corner, a glass in hand, drinking from what I immediately recognize as Remy’s liquor collection. I shake my head slightly. Remy’s not going to be happy about that.

Logan turns to me, his eyes locking with mine. We don’t say anything for what feels like an eternity, just staring at each other, unspoken words hanging in the air. There’s a tension between us, a thousand things we should probably talk about but never will.

The silence is abruptly shattered when Wade shoots up, nearly falling off the bed in the process. He looks around, his usual manic energy snapping back into place.

“Where are we?” he asks, his voice groggy but laced with that familiar sarcasm.

I gesture to him and then to the room around us. “We’re in my bed. And this is the Borderlands.”

Just as the words leave my mouth, I hear footsteps approaching. My senses go on high alert, and I instinctively tense, but it’s just Elektra. She steps into view, her eyes sweeping the room, assessing the situation. I give her a small wave, and she responds with a short nod, her gaze lingering on Wade and Logan with clear suspicion. Then Eric walks in, followed by Remy and Johnny. The sight of them makes my heart swell with relief, and I quickly cross the room to hug Johnny. His arms wrap around me, and I can feel the tension in his muscles start to ease.

“I don’t know how the fuck you did that, but you saved my life,” Johnny mumbles into my hair. His voice is soft, almost vulnerable, and I can’t help but smile.

Wade immediately jumps in. “Okay, look at you all. You must be the others. Terrific. So just to refresh, you are Wonder...”

“Elektra,” she corrects him, her voice sharp and clipped.

“Elektra, yes. Who could forget?” Wade continues, undeterred. He shifts his attention to Eric, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And you, I was not expecting to see you here, but you were, you know, retired.”

“Retarded?” Eric responds dryly.

“Retired. I’m already in The Void. I’m not trying to get canceled again.”

“I don’t like you,” Eric says bluntly.

“You never did.” Wade shrugs, then turns his attention to Remy. “And who’s this succulent reminder of my own inadequacies? Look at you. You look like the superhero version of Hawkeye.”

Remy smirks, his Cajun accent thick as he introduces himself. “The name’s Remy LeBeau. De Diable Blanc. But you can call me The Gambit.”

Wade, ever the smartass, retorts, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Sling Blade, hit me again.”

“They call me The Gambit,” Remy repeats, his tone laced with a challenge.

“Do they? Are you sure you didn’t just really, really want them to, but it never quite worked out?”

“You know, we never had a Wolverine up in here. But I can tell you now, it’s just a common courtesy to ask before you drink up all of my liquor.” Remy says to Logan who gruffly responds, “It's a good thing I don’t give a fuck.” Remy’s eyes flash purple as he whispers something under his breath. With a flick of his wrist, a playing card flies across the room, charged with kinetic energy. It shatters the glass in Logan’s hand, sending shards flying.

Logan glares at Remy, then his eyes flicker to Johnny, “How the fuck are you here?” he asks.

“Ask Y/n, she did it,” Johnny replies, glancing at me with a hint of pride.

Logan’s expression shifts, a flicker of something almost like hurt crossing his face, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. Wade claps his hands together, drawing everyone’s attention back to him.

“Well, now that’s settled, look, we came a long way to find you four,” Wade says, his tone suddenly serious.

“There’s five of us,” Elektra corrects him again, her patience clearly wearing thin.

“There’s five? Wait, is it Magneto? Dear sweet God in heaven, let it be Magneto...”

“Dead,” Johnny interrupts, his voice flat.

“Fuck! Now the author gets lazy? It’s like Pinocchio jammed his face in my ass and started lying like crazy.”

Remy mutters something in French, and I try my best to understand, catching a bit about Wade being a nasty devil. Wade just grins, clearly enjoying the chaos he’s stirring up.

“Not a single word,” Wade quips, “What do you do exactly?”

“I charge the playing cards. Make them go boom,” Remy replies coolly.

“Your powers are close to magic. That’s good. We’re not totally fucked at all. So who brought us here?”

As if on cue, Laura walks in, her expression as fierce as ever. “That would be me. Don’t make me regret it,” she says, her voice icy.

Wade’s eyes widen in recognition. “Holy shit, Logan, that’s her, that’s X-23. She’s the one I told you about.” He says to Logan who looks at Laura, then looks away. “How did you all get stuck in The Void?”

“There was a knock at the door. TVA sent me here,” Eric replies, his voice grim.

“Me too,” Elektra adds.

Remy shrugs. “Maybe I was born here, so it’s hard to know for sure.”

“The TVA decided our universe was dying, and I never even got a chance to fight for it,” Eric says, bitterness seeping into his words.

“People like us don’t go quietly. TVA knows that, so they took us out,” Elektra adds, her tone fierce.

“The answer is yes, I’m in,” Wade declares, his voice filled with determination.

“In what?” Eric asks, confused.

“A team. Me, you, you and me, all of us together. Let’s get the fuck out of this place.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s a fucking liar,” Logan snaps, his voice filled with anger.

“It was an educated wish! Look, we’ve been inside Cassandra’s lair. The only way out of The Void is through her. She can get us home. She told us. Look, there’s strength in numbers, all right? Us, plus you guys, we can put Cassandra over our knee and force her to let us out of The Void. I know what it means to feel self-doubt.”

“I don’t feel that at all,” Elektra retorts.

“I’m good,” Eric agrees.

“Gnawing at your gut like a coke duct tape worm.”

“It’s like you’re in the middle of my soul,” Wade says, his voice almost reverent.

I look at him, confused as to how these two seem to be matching each other’s energy so to speak. 

“You guys may not have been able to save your universes, but you can avenge them. Maybe you couldn’t save your worlds, but Jesus Christ, you could save mine.”

“I don’t give a shit about your world, but if these four made it out alive, maybe together, we could get back in and take her down,” Elektra says, her voice laced with resolve.

“Where I come from, we call that suicide, cher,” Remy mutters, his voice somber.

“If we can block her psychic powers, we can get a leg up. I know it. Now, I know Magneto’s dead, but I venture to guess that his helmet is lying around here somewhere.”

“Cassandra melted the helmet,” Eric says, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Fuck!” Wade curses, his frustration palpable.

“Then she killed him,” Eric adds.

“She don’t play,” Elektra says, her voice cold.

“She knows that helmet was the only way to protect anyone from her powers. The only other helmet that strong is Juggernaut’s, but he works for Cassandra.”

“Juggernaut’s helmet, that’s it,” Wade says, his voice filled with hope.

“And we don’t be knowing that it ain’t coming out his head,” Remy warns, his tone cautious.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the weight of decisions that could change everything. 

Wade, pacing back and forth with his usual frenetic energy, stops and looks at Remy, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m so sorry, beautiful, how could this be gentle?” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Who is your dialect coach? The minions? I feel like we’re missing critical exposition here.”

Elektra, her patience wearing thin, snaps, “I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of hiding. Let’s face it, our world’s forgot about us.”

“Or never learned about us,” Remy adds, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“The heroes we were,” Elektra continues, her tone growing more impassioned.

“The lives we saved,” Blade chimes in, his deep voice resonating with an almost mournful tone.

“Or wanted to save,” Remy finishes, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the ground, lost in thought.

Elektra’s gaze hardens as she looks around at the group, her voice resolute. “Maybe these three are our chance, to be remembered the way we deserve.”

“Yes,” Wade agrees, his voice jumping an octave.

“An ending,” Elektra says, her voice filled with a mix of finality and hope.

“A legacy,” Blade adds.

Wade, unable to resist injecting some levity into the heavy moment, clapped his hands together. “Yes, yes, let this man cook. This is what I’m talking about. Big slow motion, fight sad music, everybody working together. Who knows if you live or die, that sort of thing. Who’s ready?”

Blade straightens, his expression fierce. “I was born ready.”

Wade turns to Remy, a playful smirk on his lips. “Yes, Gambit?”

Remy shrugs, a wry grin spreading across his face. “I ain’t know my daddy, but I’m sure I shot-out-of-his-dick ready.”

Wade pauses, blinking in disbelief before shaking his head. “Jesus Christ, that is graphic. Pumpkin?” His gaze then drifts over to me, and I can feel his eyes on me, almost as if he is trying to read my thoughts.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’ll do it,” I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. I glance at Logan, searching his face for any sign of what he might be thinking. “I might regret it,” I admit, the weight of my words hanging in the air. “But I have nothing to lose.”

Wade’s expression softens, a rare moment of sincerity in his chaotic persona. “Oh, sweet cheeks, you won’t regret it. The author has some crazy plans for you.” He then tunrs his attention to Laura, his voice taking on a challenging tone. “X-23, what’s it gonna be?”

“The name’s Laura,” she says, her voice cold and determined. “Let’s fucking go.”

Wade grins, his excitement bubbling over. “Let’s fucking go.”

Elektra’s eyes blaze with a fire that has been long extinguished. “We’re doing this,” she declares, her voice unwavering.

Logan, ever the cynic, mutters darkly, “You’re all fucking dead.”

Wade, not missing a beat, shoots back, “My god, read the room.”

Logan huffs and storms out the room, I watch him leave, hesitating before following. I hear Wade whispering from behind me to no one in particular. “It’s happening, they’re finally going to communicate. Thank you, sweet author. I’m sure the readers were tired of the dialogue recaps.” His voice fades away as I follow after Logan.

Next Part

A/N: Guys, this chapter is a lotttt of just going through the meetings of the other characters, the good shit is coming soon. Sometimes when I’m writing for scenes that are in movies I find myself getting really repetitive with it, so next chapter I’m taking more creative liberty.

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𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗 (𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝)||𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft sitting in his lap, a hint of teeth, cock-warming + some grinding, human present, oral(R!Receiving), fingering; ft GN!Reader, no pronouns used to refer to Reader or explicit genitalia

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own X-Men/Marvel or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 2,082

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes reader being entirely nude except for a ribbon, pet names babydoll, babe, baby, doll, and sweetheart are used, No Use of Y/n, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: pet names used(babydoll, doll, sweetheart, etc) are all intended to be gender neutral, reader has a mostly ambiguous mutation, but it is mentioned to have a self-healing factor,, Also, I’d like to preemptively apologize for the puns, there’s only a couple but,,, yk,, puns

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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You carefully adjust the bow over your sex as you breathe to calm yourself before you present(I’m hilarious aren’t I?( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) yourself to the birthday boy.

Logan and you have been together for nearing 2 years now, but you still get flustered when it comes to things like this. You’ve fucked in front of people before but then it was strangers and you weren’t entirely nude except for a ribbon twisted around your form. Knowing it’s his birthday, you steel your nerves and don’t let yourself think too much as you wait for your cue.

“Now, Logan, I think it’s time for your big present!��� Scott announces, making sure to be loud enough that you can hear him. One last quick breath to release your last bit of stress and you’re out. You take shy steps into the room and the bright red ribbon contrasting against your skin catches his attention immediately.

His eyes rake down your form and a wide grin slowly grows on his face the more he sees and the closer you get to him.

“Damn, babydoll. All that for me?” He bites his lip with a borderline feral smirk on his lips.

“‘Course it is, birthday boy,” You smile at him, it was intended to be sultry but became more soft and sweet than anything. His feral smirk softens and he beckons you towards him. He brings his hands up to stroke over your thighs once you stand in front of him and he takes in the sight of the ribbon delightfully contouring against your skin and how delicately it’s wrapped around your body. It perfectly frames his favourite parts of you.

It loops around your hips, dipping into the crevices where your thighs meet your groin. The red forms an intricate shape over your chest and tastefully runs directly over your nipples. It all connects in the pretty bow right at the centre of your pelvis to cover up one of his favorite spots between your legs.

“You look perfect, babe.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss, with an underlying hunger, on your belly. He pulls back just enough to look up at you with thinly veiled lust in his eyes, “Turn around, babe, I wanna see the back,” the light command sends a small surge of heat through your body as you obey.

Turning around, you see everyone else here for his party. And for his present. Scott sits in an armchair to the right with Jean sitting on the arm with her legs over his lap. Kurt sits on the floor cross-legged with his eyes trained on you with fascination. Rogue sits on an ottoman behind him, trying and failing to look indifferent to the situation. Remy sits in another armchair with his arms resting comfortably on the arms and one leg crossed over the other, looking almost like a mafia boss or something, orchestrating this whole thing with the smug look he has while watching you intently.

Hank is in a large chair, made for him with his beastly size, watching both Logan’s and your actions carefully. For one reason or another, you’re glad that the Professor had to leave on business. You don’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye if he were here to watch you and Logan like this.

Logan still sits behind you as he appreciates the work you put into wrapping yourself up for him. The ribbon runs under your ass cheeks and across your lower back to perfectly frame your ass. Along your back, rather than being jumbled awkwardly to only make the front pretty, the ribbon crisscrosses delicately.

“You know exactly what I like, huh, doll?” He asks cheekily as he brings his hands up to trace over the ribbon. He reaches where it frames your ass and grabs handfuls of your flesh to squeeze and spread to get a good glimpse of his goal. He leans in and sets a long lick over his favourite hole, slicking it up and groaning at your taste. He pulls back to slap at your ass hard enough to watch it jiggle for him.

“Mmm, fuck, baby, c’mere,” He pulls your cheeks apart again and sucks on two of his fingers to slick them up to properly stretch you for his cock. Because of the healing aspect of your mutation, your body always resets itself so you’re tight as a virgin no matter how many times you take his cock.

His fingers pushing into you has you moaning already and makes you arch your back as your arms reach back to steady yourself on his shoulders. He turns his head to place a light kiss on your wrist as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, scissoring you to open you up.

“L-Logan… Fuck…” You pant and lose yourself to the feeling until he deems you ready and pulls his fingers back. You slightly whimper at the loss, hearing the snickering from some of your friends as they see how needy you can be.

“C’mere, baby,” Logan chuckles and turns you around to face him again, “you all ready?” He asks, a smug smirk on his face with an eyebrow quirked up. You nod with a slightly whiny ‘Mhm’ as he quickly shimmies his sweats off his hips to let his cock bounce up and hit his toned stomach. Once his cock is free and ready, he slides his hands back up your thighs to reach the ribbon over your crotch.

“Time to open my present,” He smirked and places a kiss to your hip as he carefully undoes the bow. After he pulls the tail, the ribbon unravels and lets all the rest of it wrapped around your body go slack. Not wanting to waste too much time but still wanting to appreciate your gift and all the detail, he follows the direction of the ribbon to pull it all off of you.

He pays extra attention to the bits between your thighs and framing your ass, and to the intricate design on your chest. As he unravels the design, he makes sure to stroke over your nipples and even pulls you down to straddle his thighs, once your bottom half is fully free, to lick over them and tweak them. Once the whole ribbon is off, he sets it to the side, making a mental note to keep it since it’s already catered to your measurements.

From there, he slides you forward and brings his fingers to your lips to have you wet them. He bites his lip and groans at the sight of you sucking on the appendages. When he deems them wet enough he slips them out of your mouth and brings them down to his cock to wet it for your entrance.

“Fuck… Logan…” You sigh at the sight of his hand pumping his big, hard cock.

“Don’t worry, doll, you’ll be feeling this in no time.” His smirk showed off his teeth and it reminded you of the night before when he’d marked you up with bites and hickeys that had, unfortunately, already healed. Soon, he brings his fingers back to your stretched hole and slickers it up even more before he guides your hips to position over his tip.

“You gonna be good and take it all, babydoll?” He grunts out as his tip rubs over your hole and his lips pressed to your chest.

“Yes, oh god, yes..!” You call out, feeling almost tortured by his tip only rubbing over where you desperately needed him buried inside you. At your answer, he smirks and helps to lower you down on him, not stopping until your ass is fully seated on his lap.

“Fuuucck… Tight as ever, sweetheart,” He mutters to you as he wraps his arms firmly around your waist and you bury your face in his neck. You go to move your hips to ride him but he tightens his hold around your waist to keep you in place.

“Lo..?” You ask, your voice no louder than a whisper in his ear.

“Just relax, babe, I want you to keep me warm, ‘kay? Just stay like this, baby,” He noses behind your ear and places a kiss just below it. You couldn’t concentrate with his dick stretching you full, but you nodded anyhow and buried your face further in the crook of his neck.

“Summers. You said you guys got a cake?” Logan calls out to Scott as if everything is completely normal.

“Uh, yea!” The brunette says, seemingly surprised out of a stupor as he scrambles to get up. He sends a quick confused look around the room but gives a quick shrug as he jogs to the kitchen.

“Wait, so, you’re just going to… stay like that?” Kurt asks, clearly confused at the concept.

“Yup. Here’s a lesson, bub, you don’t gotta actively fuck to have this kinda intimacy. I’m guessin’ you never heard of Cock warming.” There’s a small pause of silence which you assume is Kurt shaking his head in lieu of a verbal answer, “Well, this is it. You just got your partner sittin’ on your cock. Not movin’ or anything, just sittin’ pretty and bein’ a good little cock sleeve.” He moves his hands to not be clutching you so tight and to rub over your sides and your back, keeping you comfortable and sated.

He presses kisses to your jaw and neck, leading onto your shoulder as they waited for Scott to get back.

“Ow! Shit!” You all hear a quiet hiss from the kitchen after a small ‘zap’ followed by an equally small ‘bang’. You would have giggled at what you all know just happened but the feeling of your gut tightening accentuates every part of you that’s clamping down on Logan.

“Haaappy Biiirthdaay too youu,” You can hear Scott trying sing all wobbly like he’s trying to purely focus on the cake in his hands. Everyone else joins in, though it seems awkward as many of them are still distracted by the situation of you in Logan’s lap. You try and lighten the atmosphere by weakly joining the song which does earn a chuckle from your boyfriend. Luckily, it seems you succeeded when the others start to focus on the events now going on.

Soon enough, Logan has to shift slightly to look at the cake to decide what piece he wants as is customary. You clench around him when he shifts which affects you both, coaxing a moan from you and a pleasured grunt from him. Quickly, he places a light kiss on the crook of your neck before he does back to his task of picking out his piece of cake.

You can feel him give a nod of thanks to Scott when he hands him the small plate. It seems everyone simply indulges in the rest of the party while you sit and cock warm Logan. He offers you bites of cake every so often and occasionally licks frosting off your lip. Once he’s done, his hands return to your waist and he brings you back enough to kiss you properly.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. You feel amazing,” He murmurs against your lips before he indulges again.

“Wanna be good for you. Wanna be so good for you, Lo,” You let out in a whine. You grind your hips down on his and he inhales a hiss, his hands on your hips tighten at the feeling.

“Mm, fuck, baby… Stay still for me, ‘kay? Oh, fuck, you feel so good, doll, promise…” He grunts out. His hands move to your ass and grab big handfuls of it with a squeeze to still your movements, “If you’re good for the whole party, I’ll let you cum on my cock, alright? Would you like that..?” He asks in a teasing tone as he brings one of his hands forward to stroke your sex slightly, making your intended movements falter from the shock of pleasure he just sent through you.

“Mhmm!” You nod rapidly and completely still your hips. You can’t help but clamp down on him when he continues to lightly stroke your sensitive spots.

“You’re such a good little cock sleeve, sweetheart.” He smirks and brings you forward back into his chest and nestles his head in your neck. He leaves small, teasing bites on you as a promise of what’s to come. If you’re good, that is.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[an-anonymous-reader]

Title: Strawberry Roses and Sunset Dances

Characters: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Rogue, Fem Reader

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Rogue/Reader

Request: Not a Request

Rating: Fluff

Reader Information: Reader is over-weight, how much is up to the imagination! Reader uses She/Her pronouns, is AFAB, and has short brown hair, though that detail isn't mentioned. Mutation makes it so that she can change her own gravity, making it so she can float through the air if she so chooses to!

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I gasped in shock, my eyes widening as I was very suddenly lifted off of the ground and into the air. There was a momentary moment of shock before I tried to struggle. I wouldn’t get hurt if I were to fall from any height, perk of my mutation I supposed.

“Calm down suga’ or ah’ll drop ya.” Immediately I was still, a smile appearing on my face as Rogue readjusted her grip on me. Was I immediately feeling self conscious? Absolutely, but Rogue had a way of making me just not care when she was carrying me. “There we go.”

“Rogue!” I whined, trying to turn my head enough to see her face, though the angel at which we were wasn’t really allowing for that. I pouted, though I closed my eyes when we got a little high in the air. Still, I stayed pouting with my head tilted back and I had no doubts that she could see my expression.

The fact was only proven as we’d started to lower, which no doubt had Rogue looking down, and a laugh escaped her.

“Awe, did ah make you flushed?” Rogue teased lightly. My eyes snapped open into a playful glare, which Rogue only laughed more at. I was pleased that I could see her expression at least. She looked excited, which had me curious.

“Ah, dere you both are!” I looked down, finding that we were much closer to the ground than I had initially thought. I smiled when I saw Remy, dressed casually with a picnic set up behind him. “Was wondering when you would get here, chère.”

“Hi Remy,” Rogue landed the both of us on the ground, carefully kissing my head in my hair, a caution despite Rogue having a bit more control over her powers. “Anna-Marie picked me up outta nowhere, what’s going on?”

“Hi chère,” Remy laughed lightly as he darted forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead, lingering momentarily before moving and giving a small peck to Rogue’s cheek.

I smiled sweetly as Rogue flushed red and adopted a, what I would personally call, love sick smile. I couldn’t blame her, Remy was bursting with love to shower on the both of them and he expressed it so freely.

“What’s going on, suga’, is that Remy and ah decided it’d been too long since we’d all been on a date.” Rogue chuckled, trying to pull me towards the blanket spread out on the ground. I flushed slightly, as Remy wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I was properly sandwiched in between them, with Rogue’s arm still being around my waist.

“A date? I’m most certainly not dressed for a date.” I laughed nervously. It was true, in my opinion at least. My shirt had a stain on it, and my shorts were dirty from sitting in the dirt all day while gardening.

“Quite contraire, Remy t’inks you are perfectly dressed for a date.” Remy responded as Rogue got to the blanket. If there was one thing I’d learned in the last few months of dating the two of them, was that there was no arguing with them when their minds were set on something. If they thought I was dressed for a date, there was going to be no changing their minds.

“Now, let’s sit down.” Rogue had given me no choice, instead pulling me down into her lap when she decided to sit down, I yelped, and struggled momentarily to climb off of her lap much to her amusement.

Rogue was much, much stronger than I was.

“I’m heavy, Anna-”

“No you ain’t, suga’.” Rogue cut me off, giving a hard look towards me, which I very quickly looked away from. Remy was also giving a similar look, I didn’t know when he’d sat down. “Ah don’t care how heavy you think you are or that scale says, you ain’t heavy.” Rogue continued, placing her chin on my shoulder. I flushed lightly, though I did relax back against Rogue.

“Good.” Remy nodded, turning and grabbing the basket and putting it in the center of where everyone was sitting. “Remy got da strawberries!” He exclaimed, and a burst of excitement rushed through me. Strawberries were my absolute favorite, oh and covered in chocolate too?

“Oh, Remy, are they cut into flowers?” Rogue asked, amusement coloring her voice.

“And covered in chocolate, oh my gods, Remy!” I gasped happily, eyes wide as I spotted the absolute tray of strawberries. There was dark chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate, and plain strawberries, and below that? Banana slices with a similar set up. Bananas were a second favorite of mine too, and if memory served correctly, they were Remy’s favorite too.

Apparently, Rogue didn’t have a favorite fruit. I thought that was bullshit, since I’d regularly caught her sneaking apples from wherever they’d been stored on that particular day.

Remy laughed lightly, setting out the several containers of food underneath the strawberries and bananas. Rogue had grabbed a strawberry covered in dark chocolate and offered it to me. I flushed brightly but accepted that she was absolutely going to attempt, and probably succeed in, pampering me.

“Well, it was definitely somet’ing Remy had ta learn, chère.” He winked when he offered a wrapped sandwich towards me, which I accepted gratefully. It was more than obvious that the two of them had this planned, despite the fact that they were clearly trying to play it off as a spontaneous decision.

“How long did it take ya?” Rogue asked, accepting a sandwich handed to her as well. I hoped that he’d packed a salad for me as well, though knowing Remy he absolutely did not. He didn’t believe in dieting and thought that me being bigger just meant that there was so much more of me to love. Rogue definitely shared the sentiment.

“Two hours.” Remy nodded, a smile on his face.

“I think that it’s very sweet, Remy.” I smiled, blowing him a kiss before opening my sandwich. He smiled in what I would normally consider shy, however after seven months of dating, I knew that he was just being coy. I smiled happily when I saw the pieces of bacon, a classic slightly grilled BLT that I had no doubt that Remy had to learn how to make.

“Eat, eat, eat,” Rogue commanded. This time when I attempted to move off of her lap, she allowed me to do so, though there was a pout on her face that conveyed she really hadn’t wanted to.

“Sorry, love, but you need to eat too.” I teased, though I was more relaxed now. I winked at her, smiling as Remy pulled out three water bottles, though I had no idea what they were filled with. I smiled as I took a bite of my sandwich, humming happily.

There was a gentle breeze blowing as they ate, and I chuckled when Remy pulled out a speaker and his phone, and music started playing for them, he never could stand silence for very long. And there was no doubt in my mind that we were all going to end up dancing before they could finish enjoying the food that they’d prepared.

I was right, though it had been much sooner than expected when Remy had pushed his paper plate, one which I had missed him grabbing, off to the side and jumped up.

“A danser, chère?” He asked, a hand prompted out to me. I quickly finished the bite I had just taken, letting Rogue steal my sandwich to rest on Remy’s plate, before I let Remy pull me up from the blanket. A dance didn’t sound half bad.

Rogue laughed lightly when Remy tripped, something that I figured was on purpose given his cat-like grace doing just about anything else. I snickered as he righted himself, though I flushed brightly when he pulled me flush against his chest, one hand on my waist while the other held one of my hands in his. I quickly rested a hand on his shoulder, like I’d seen in the movies as Remy began to lead me in a dance.

Dancing with Remy was different to anything I’d done before, whereas as a child I’d done ballet and more pop style of dancing, Remy seemed to have been all classical. Though, maybe he did ballet too, at some point in his life. He seemed to be all about wanting to stay close, staying in a ballroom sort of movement despite the music not at all matching.

I looked up, catching a fond smile on Remy’s face as he stared down at me. His red eyes seemed even brighter in the setting sun, and the black that surrounded them seemed almost lighter than before.

“I don’t dance classical, Remy.” I uttered with a laugh as I tripped over my feet. The hand on my waist disappeared to wrap around my lower back.

“That’s alright, chère, it’s all ‘bout da fun, oui?” Remy asked, and I would have rolled my eyes if Rogue hadn’t taken the time to literally fly in and steal me from him. It had been a surprise, and I yelped as she quite literally swiped me off my feet, and by the brief glance I had of Remy’s face, he most definitely hadn’t been expecting that either.

“Rogue! Dat’s not fair!” Remy cried out. Rogue and I only laughed as she took us a little higher in the sky.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 1-Black Penny

Summary: You grew up in the hustle and bustle of a city most of your life, so you packed your few belongings and headed straight to New Orleans. You hoped to live a simpler, quieter life on the Historic French Quarter. By day during the week, you helped manage Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo Shop and by nightfall you tended bar at Black Penny on the weekends.

You were aware mutants existed, and believed them to be just as ordinary as you but only with extraordinary abilities. After living a few years in NOLA, you had a knack of picking them out in a crowd and treated them no differently than you’d treat anyone else. You had many run in’s with mutants on Bourbon Street, but none as impactful as the day you ran into Remy LeBeau.

A/N: Character Intro, She/Her Pronouns, GambitX!FemaleReader, GambitX!NonMutant, RemyLeBeauX!FemaleReader, Mutants, Post Deadpool and Wolverine, Post Void, New Orleans, Alcohol, Pining, Creole/French to English Translation

(c) - Creole

(f)- French

*I just want to disclose I am not a comic expert. Gambit/Remy LeBeau is very new to me and I’m doing my best to stay genuine to what I’ve researched online or from what I’ve seen in the D&W movie. I’m aware there was a HUGE controversy over his heavy accent/dialect and over his eye color in the movie, so I tried to incorporate both versions of each in my stories to satisfy everyone’s preferred Gambit/Remy style. (Personally, I loved Channing Tatum’s accent in the movie ☺️) I’m also cognizant that Gambit and Rogue are an item in the comics, but for sanity sake, Rogue will be a pastime only mentioned in passing if absolutely necessary so I don’t have to study in depth another character I’m unfamiliar with. (I need some brain space for real life stuff, too 😅) Anyway, I’m doing my maximum effort over here writing for Gambit/Remy, so when I do post my developing Gambit story, please, if you have comments or criticisms that don’t benefit anyone else’s appreciation of these fanfics, keep them to yourself and let the rest of us enjoy it. Thanks so much*

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It was a particularly busy night at Black Penny. As live bounce music and jazz blared from the stage, patrons dance and socialize carelessly with each other while you hotfoot from one end of the bar to the other serving up shots and beers.

You approach a man waiting patiently, his face downward hovering over a stack of playing cards.

“What can I getchya?” You ask him.

He began twirling an ace of spades between his fingers.

“(c) Kisa mwen ka jwenn pou ou?” You repeat.

The man lifted his gaze to meet yours with a mischievous grin stretching across his face. An eerie magenta glow softly radiated from his irises causing your jaw to drop. Your stunned reaction spurred him, causing his smile to widen and his eyes to glow brighter as the whites of his eyes began to blacken.

“….woah.” You say under your breath.

The man chuckled, “(c) Ou dwe padone Gambit, cheri (You must pardon Gambit). When his eyes see somethin’ so (f)dulcet (beautiful), it be hard to hide it.”

You shook your head to refocus, “No need to apologize. This is a safe space for everyone. Just caught me off guard is all.”

You flash him a smile and a wink as he returned one to you, the whites of his eyes returning to ‘human’ version of normal and his irises became a shade of icy green.

“Nobody be lookin’ at me like dat wit’out runnin’ off. You weren’t scared?”

“Of course not. Takes a lot more than a pair of flashy eyes on a handsome face to scare me away.” You state.

He laughed as he adjusted in his seat.

“Dats good, dats good.” He said as he leaned forward on the surface of the bar.

“What are you drinking, Gambit?” You ask again.

“Sazerac. (c) Mèsi, cheri. (Thank you, darling).”

You bring the gentleman a rocks glass fixed neat with the amber-red reserve bourbon. He gingerly raised the glass to his nose, inhaling the oak wood barrel scent with hints of cherry, caramel, apples, and tobacco.

He hummed with satisfaction, “(c) Manyifik (Magnificent).”

You nod, then turn to walk away.

“Remy.” You hear him call to you.

“Pardon?” You say as you turn back to him.

“The name’s Remy LaBeau.” He reiterated cooly after taking a sip from his glass.

He averted his eyes to you, awaiting your name. You grin back.

“Y/F/N.”

“(c) Kontan rankontre ou, Y/F/N (Pleased to meet you).”

You feel your face go red as you laugh nervously.

“Same.” You managed to say before scurrying to the other end of the bar to wait on other customers.

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Remy sat quietly in his spot at the bar the entire evening, only ever looking up from his deck of Mavericks to catch a glance of you as you pass him. The crowd started to thin out as last call was announced.

“One for the road, Remy?”

He beamed at you, “Oui, cheri. If you join me for one.”

You smile coyly, “I gotta close up, chief. How about this; I’ll bring you another Sazerac on the house, and I’ll take a rain check?”

You see the magenta glimmer in his eyes again.

“I like the soun’ of dat, cheri.”

You smile and nod then turn to the counter behind you to prepare his drink. You set it in front of him as he placed a $100 in front of you.

“You only had two. That’s too much.”

“(c) Pran li (Take it). For your generosity an’ da company.” Remy insisted.

You beam at him, “(c) Ou twò janti (You’re too kind).”

He stood up from his stool, and fixed his collar on his leather trench.

“Until next time, mon cher.” He said smiling while standing tall opposite you.

“Orevwa, Remy. I’ll see you around.” You reply sweetly as you feel your cheeks heat up again.

“(c) Mwen pwomèt ou pral (I promise you will).” He purred in his heavy honeyed Cajun accent.

He bowed, then turned on his heel to exit the bar. You released a deep exhale as if you hadn’t taken a breath since having met him that night.

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*I know this was a short one and I plan on a chapter 2. I’m just dipping my toe in the water here to see what feedback I get* 🥰

[dixonsstinkysock]

"Je t'aime de tout mon cœur."

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Daryl Dixon x Daughter, (slight Carol x Reader???)

Era: Daryl Dixon: The Book of Carol

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Descriptions of the Dead… THIS TAKES PLACE IN EPISODE 1 OF THE BOOK OF CAROL, IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN IT AND WANT NO SPOILERS, DO NOT READ.

Word Count: 3,441

Chapter Summary: Carol, Reader, and Remy start their search for someone who’s been gone far too long.

A/N: This is (sorta) my first x reader fic. I’m super excited and nervous at the same time, I’ve worked very hard on this chapter so I hope it’s readable. Also this entire fic was inspired by @villifix !! They are so creative and are basically the reason I’m writing this 😭😭. Sooo Thank you so much for inspiring me! (and letting me use your character concept muah) I don’t know alot about guns or cars so bear with me here. One more thing, I feel like Carol is very protective over the reader and Remy in this, which is mostly biased because I think she’s hot and I want her to protect me…okay goodbye.

Click–clack..click–clack..click– 

“Ow! Damn– ...Sorry.” You adjust the rearview mirror to glance at the 17 year old in the backseat– who should be asleep– instead messing with that stupid butterfly knife.

“What happened? I thought you were sleeping.” You mentioned, slightly annoying at the fact she’s still trying to perfect her knife tricks, over getting some rest. Carol looks back at the hazel-eyed girl, checking if the wound is bad enough to pull-over. “You’ll be okay Rem, it’s just a small knick. Be more careful–Please. We wanna bring you back home in one piece.” 

“Right..I’ll be more careful.” Remy agreed, her voice small and soft, as if she’s a little..embarrassed. “Uhm..Mom, could we stop for a minute?” she asks with a slight country accent–an accent she got from being raised by a certain redneck archer. “I kinda have to pee..” 

“Sure Angel Face, it can’t hurt us to take a short break.” You smile at her through the rearview and turn to pull onto a dirt patch on the side of the road.

Remy walks a little out into the brush–knife in its sheath–hidden a little under her purple zebra striped dress. You and Carol are leaned up against your car, a white, 2010 Toyota Matrix. “Have you noticed anything off about Remy recently?” You question, turning to face Carol. “It’s like she’s…I don’t know–Distracted?” Carol responds immediately, already having an idea of what the problem was.

“Well..We’ve been looking for Daryl non-stop and we’ve had no luck so far. Not so much as even a clue. She’s worried, I don’t blame her..I am too.”

Remy stands, fixing her dark brown-striped leggings. It’s quiet, the only sounds are the leaves rustling, a squirrel scurrying home with dinner. It’s almost peaceful–if you forget the dead are roaming around. Unfortunately, the smell is too pungent to miss, their throaty growl, the agonizingly slow footsteps or the sound of their decaying body separating as they drag themselves against the ground. Remy knows the feeling, knows the sound, the smell–it’s like being watched..being hunted. 

It isn’t hard finding the lone walker, Remy gets closer to “put it out of its misery” as she says. She knows that the dead aren’t people anymore but she still prefers to give them the respect they deserve– for them to finally rest in peace…sometimes pieces.

Carol notices her first, itching to get back on the road and continue their search for their beloved hunter. You all pile back into the car, preparing for the long journey ahead. You look back at Remington–your daughter–she’s grown so much, so fast.

“You okay Rem? No bites?”

“Yeah, No bites.”

Turrrr..turrrr..turrrrrr

“You hear that?’

“Yeah..There!” 

Carol frantically points to where the familiar noise is coming from– a motorcycle– specifically Daryl’s motorcycle but…No Daryl. 

“Mom, is that–” 

“Yes it is, buckle up please.” Of course, Remy is already buckled.. She doesn’t feel safe riding in a vehicle without a seatbelt– especially with her mother driving. You whip the car around, now following behind the bike– matching its speed, determined to find out where this random man got Daryl’s bike from.

Carol rolls the window down, leaning out of it to aim her handgun at him. Only wanting to do enough damage to where he stops– and is still able to be questioned after the crash.

BANG! SCREEEEEK! 

Fortunately, the man is almost perfectly intact..besides the bullet wound in his shoulder. Also– lucky for him– You’re able to bring the car to a halt just before running him over. Carol gets out of the car, slowly, the stranger obviously isn’t going anywhere. She walks to the trunk, and pulls out her Weatherby PA-08, already loaded.

Approaching the injured man, aiming her shotgun–

“Where’d you get the bike?” Her voice is flat, but confident.

“W-Wait! Don’t shoot..please..” The man’s voice was shaky and unclear, almost on the verge of tears as he held his wounded shoulder.

“Where did you get the bike?”

You’re still in the car, not bothering to get out, knowing Carol can handle this herself. That crash was loud enough to draw a good amount of walkers– you hope to get out of here before then. Remy’s in the backseat twirling the ends of her short braids, a nervous tic she’s had since she grew hair.

Carol checks the man for any weapons, she finds a small hunting knife and a handgun similar to her own. No bullets. You decide to get out of the car now, wondering what’s taking so damn long.

“He know anything?”

“Yeah a little..Let’s tie him up. Leave him in one of those trunks over there.”

Walking back towards the car, Carol picks up Daryl’s bike, turning it in the direction you all were heading in the first place and walks it to the driver window.

“Follow me, there’s a junkyard a couple miles from here. That’s where he said he got the bike.”

“Alright, right behind you.” Remy climbs in the front seat, her mood lightened, knowing that we are one more step closer to finding the man who raised her.

You stop the car a few miles from– what you assume– is the place you need to be. Carol pulls up beside you as you roll your window down.

“I’m gonna ride up on that hill right there– Take a look at the place. Stay here until I come back.”

Around 5 minutes go by, when you see Carol riding the old death machine back towards you. “So?”

“I only saw a few people, but there might be more inside. Let’s walk straight in there– show that we’re friendly.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You start the car up, putting on your best poker face. “I’ll let you do the talking, people seem to trust you more.” You say, teasing Carol at the fact she’s so good at manipulating people..a little more than she should be. She gets the job done so maybe you shouldn’t complain too much.

“Ha-Ha Fine. I’ll do all the work, again.”

“Oh–Whatever” 

You both laugh, and start heading towards the Camp. Carol gets off the bike, while you and Remy get out of the car, staying a few steps behind Carol and ready to move if need be. Her hands are up, and her steps are slow– an “I’m Friendly, Don’t Shoot” gesture. Clearing her throat she starts–

“Ahem…Hello..” The 3 men startle, spinning around and stopping what they’re doing to find out where the new voice is coming from. You notice a familiar crossbow in the hands of an unfamiliar man. He sets the bow down on one of the cars hood and picks up a new tire– walking away from the weapon. It felt like seconds..Carol attacking them after the man walked away. Before you knew it Carol had Daryl’s crossbow back, one of his arrows in someone's foot, and new information.

You decided to leave your old car back there, running low on gas and starting to overheat. You’d gotten lucky to make it that far. Carol decided to take the Mercedes Benz SLS one of the guys had just finished working on, the same guy who had Daryl’s bow.

“Sucks, we had to leave his bike back there…” Remy murmured, her voice back to being soft and small, her lower lip slightly jutted out. She’s always had a problem with letting thing’s go– worthless or not, everything means something to her. 

The Boatyard was a waste of time. A couple beached, useless, boats aren’t going to help you in your search for Daryl, especially in getting to Europe somehow. You can tell Carol is getting more and more frustrated by the minute. Everytime you think you’re finally getting somewhere– it’s another dead end.

Getting back on the road with no destination– again– had tensions rising.

Carol was quiet, Remy was jotting down everything we had learned in her old tattered notebook. She’d been writing more, sometimes drawing, You’ve gotten a few peeks here and there when she falls asleep re-reading everything. 

“-ey..Helloo? Earth to Y/N.” 

“Yeah? Sorry..lost in thought… Did you need something?” You noticed the pair of square sunglasses Carol found in the car, they look good on her.

“Just wanted to see if they had anything good in that glove box, the silence is making me itchy” Opening the glove box, you find a couple audio cassettes inside, different rock bands, pop, etc. You grabbed a random tape and handed it to Carol, still looking at all the other ones. Some lady with a high pitched voice starts singing. Obviously Carol is not into it and throws it out the window.

Another tape. An up-beat instrumental, again not a fan.

A third tape. You should’ve been carefully reading the names on the cassettes before giving them to her, but honestly, finding the right song wasn’t important right now. It’s a meditation audio, she hates it. Almost breaks the radio trying to get it out. With no luck, she decides to try and follow the instructions coming from the tape..taking a deep breath in..and then–screaming in frustration.

Kinda awkward but you understand, Remy decides to lay down in the back seat, trusting Carol enough to take her seatbelt off for the first time while the vehicle is still in motion. Carol hears a strange whirring noise, like a plane or a helicopter. She looks through the windshield up at the sky, searching for the object making that noise, not paying attention to the road. You look up right before it happens.

“Carol, Watch out!”  SCREEEEEK!

She swerves off the road, after hitting the walker in your way– crashing into a tall Drive-IN sign.

“AHH! What the hell?!” Remy yelps in confusion, now squished in the floor behind the front seats. “Holy shit..Remy?! Are you okay?” You whip around to check your kid for any injuries– she’s fine– might be a bit sore later but thankfully nothing serious. 

“Fuck..I’m sorry. Are you two okay?” 

“Yeah, we’re good, are you?..”

“Carol, you’re bleeding.” You reach your hand up towards her forehead, there’s a 3-inch gash going from her hairline to right above her right eyebrow. It’s bleeding but not enough to be anything critical; you hope.

“I’ll be fine..Might have a major headache but I’m sure it’s nothing serious..” She takes another look in the sky searching for the plane again.

“What the hell happened? Why weren’t you watching the road?” You’re a little upset at the fact she put your kid in serious danger.

“I- I saw a plane or.. something above us. If we find it..” Carol looks at you as if she doesn’t need to explain anymore. She doesn’t, it’s like you two are connected telepathically, you get it. Remy’s up and in her seat looking at you two, a lost expression on her face.

“Y’know, It would be nice if you guys would finish your sentences once in a while, then maybe I’d be up to speed.” Carol gets out of the car to assess the damage done, while you turn to explain what you two were thinking. 

“I think the radiator is fucked. We’re gonna be on foot from here.” You and Remy get out of the car, gathering all of your belongings.

“The plane went that way.” Carol points where she last saw the plane heading.

“Okay..Rem, you got your stuff?”

“Yeah..I’m ready.” She confirms after putting her bag strap over her head.

That noise is back..which means the plane is close. All three of you look up in hopes of seeing it. “There..that’s the direction we need to go.” Carol points at the plane again before it disappears behind the tall trees.

“Alright, we should hurry before it gets too dark. I don’t wanna be out here on unfamiliar grounds with the dead walking.”

You couldn’t make it before dark but it was better than nothing. After a few hours of walking, you three come across a tall metal fence– not knowing if it was electric you ask Remy to keep back a little. Carol moves forward to scope the place out, once she knows it’s relatively safe she gives you two the signal to follow her.

There’s a large trap on the right side of the metal gate, the gate looks stable..and powered, a good thing that whoever lives here has power, a bad thing at the thought of what they had to do to keep this place secure. Carol motions for you to get under the large trap, stepping over the previous attempting the same. Remy’s the smallest out of all of you; no one would expect her to be able to lift something that heavy. 

“Okay, Rem get over here and pretend to get us out. Me and your Mom are gonna try and get this guy's attention.”

“Just follow what he says and we’ll be okay.” You reach your hand out through the gaps of the bars to caress her cheek.

“Yeah.. I got it.” She slightly smiles at you, reassuring you she’ll be fine.

“You ready?” 

“Always.” You put your arm back into the bars and position it to look lodged under the rusted metal prongs, Carol does the same.

“HELP!..SOMEBODY HELP!” You two shout loud enough to attract the man.

He comes up from behind the cliff, pointing a light–and gun– at you three. “Quiet! You’re gonna draw them..”  Carol explains what happened to our car, striking a deal with the man, spewing a bunch of bullshit like “Relying on the kindness of strangers”. 

“Is it just you three?” Carol nods. “You swear?” 

“Please..We won’t cause you any problems, I promise.” Remy being here made it a little easier for his guard to be let down; Him realizing she’s just a teenager.

“I’ll get you all fixed up..then you leave.” He opens the gate with some kind of remote. “One false move and I’ll shoot you.”

You and Remy are standing in the open barn waiting for Carol to finish cleaning up. Ash, the man who is helping you three, is standing right outside, gun in hand– waiting to shoot if need be. The power goes out unexpectedly, Carol stops what she’s doing and slowly looks over to Ash. 

“What’s that?” He looks a little impatient and sighs. “Problems with my generator..happens from time to time.” 

He walks away to go and fix the problem, trusting you three a tiny bit more, enough to leave you unguarded. Carol follows him out, still dabbing her forehead with the damp towel. Ash flips some switch on the generator and the power comes back on– a temporary fix.

“Have you ever hit a walker with your car?” Carol questions, trying to get him to open up a little. “No..” He gives a short response, obviously not wanting to engage in small talk with a stranger he just met, creeping around his walls.

“Hm.. You're lucky, I think I smashed the radiator”  He shoulders his gun, not thinking of you all to be too big of a threat.

 “You can spend the night here if you want..”

“Really?” Remy gives him a hopeful smile, excited to be sleeping within walls again. 

“Yeah. C'mon you three can stay out here in the barn” He leads You, Carol, and Remy out to a quaint, small barn, a little ways from what you assume is his house. Remy walks in first checking the place out, she thinks it's kinda ugly, considering her face is slightly scrunched. You go to walk in after her but realize Carol isn’t following you two. It’s like she’s frozen in time, somewhat shaking, as she starts to tear up.

Ash walks towards her slowly, gently grabbing her arm before you can, snapping her out of whatever trance she was in.

“Hey..You okay?” She looks at you with a dazed expression, blinking away her tears and pulling herself together. “Fine...C’mon let’s get inside.” Ash shuts the barn door behind him, turning the main lights on. You see Remy standing in front of– what you assume– is the plane you all saw earlier. Carol walks up behind her, rubbing her shoulder.

“Alright, you can sleep in there” Ash states, turning on the lights of your room for the night.

“You fly that thing?” He looks at the plane, longingly, as if he misses it.

“The noise attracts the dead but it's worth it, just to get up above everything for a while everyday” Remy looks at him with a genuine smile on her face. “It’s pretty cool, I’ve always wanted to fly in a plane.” He gently smiles back at her.

“Alright.. There you go”. He gestures towards the room, clearly wanting to get this awkward moment over with. You, Carol, and Remy make your way into the small room, getting as comfortable as you can. There's a few heavy blankets in the room as well so, at least you’ll be warm for the night.

“Thank you..for everything.” You turn to give him a lighthearted smile, keeping up this facade. Ash shuts and locks the door behind him, finally you and Carol have a moment to come up with another plan. You need to get him on your side somehow, he knows how to operate a plane, he's useful.

Remy is already dead-asleep, she’s always been a heavy sleeper. Something that will get you killed if you’re not careful but she knows she’s safe, especially with you and Carol.

“So..What are you thinking?” You and Carol sit down on the floor next to Remy, speaking in your normal tones, knowing she wouldn’t wake up if a tornado came through.

“I’m not entirely sure..We need to find out more about him. Somehow we need to stay longer, do some digging.”

“Alright..we can think about it more tomorrow, I don’t know about you but those blankets look really good right now.” Carol smirks at you, but not without looking at the make-shift bed herself. It does look very comfy.

“Goodnight Y/N.” She moves to get under the blankets, and get in her signature sleep postion, you do the same.

“Night Carol..” 

You can’t sleep, your mind is racing at the thought that Ash can help you find Daryl, and what you could do to get him on board with flying to Europe. You can’t stop thinking about all the negatives and everything that could go wrong while doing this, the plane won’t make it without a couple stops along the way–who knows what you’ll run into during them–, you could hit a bad storm and die in that death trap, you’d be putting your daughter at even more risk; flying into the unknown.

Is it worth it?.. Of course it is, it’s Daryl. You’ve made it this far you can’t give up now. You could never give up on Daryl, he’s done too much for you..for Remy. He’s family, you’d do anything for family–that’s what you thought when he first started going back outside the walls, looking for Rick after 10 years. Honestly It’d be a miracle if Rick was still alive but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Why would he not come back if he was still living, he knows where Alexandria is..Hilltop...

It feels like a long shot but if that’s what Daryl had to do to sleep at night, who were you to tell him no? You two made a deal, He would search for a little, but no more than a couple weeks at a time. That way he could still have a little peace in his life knowing that he’s trying but also spending time with his family, watching his kids grow.

The first fight you and Daryl had about the entire situation was stupid, the only reason it happened was because you were frustrated that you barely saw him anymore, that Remy barely saw him anymore. Daryl was frustrated because he felt like you didn’t want him looking anymore, that he should just give up, pretend like Rick never existed and move on with his life.

 You made up barely an hour later, both realizing you shouldn’t be arguing at a time like this. Tensions were high and it was a spur-of-the-moment argument. Your brain is getting foggy now, thinking of memories with Daryl made your mind calm. You’re falling asleep, now less anxious than you were when you first laid down, eager to wake up tomorrow and continue your search.

Hope you enjoyed! Like I said I spent alot of time on this so super excited!! Chapter 2 coming soon!! 💚💚

(also if you would like to see Remy’s design I had in mind dm me!!!)

Translations:

"Je t'aime de tout mon cœur." -- I love you with all my heart.

[cadaverre]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ the swords are drawn, they really are

JUNO ☆ they/them (i dont mind she/her) ☆ minor (xv) ☆ bisexual ☆ cancer sun, libra moon, sag rising ☆ intp-t ☆ aus ☆ either a celestial god or a pebble ☆ anxious mess ☆ i change my theme way too much ☆ sparkling water > regular water ☆ in love with piercings and wants all of them ☆ professional procrastinator ☆ a humanities/arts/music girl in a science/maths world ☆ dont know much abt society but i know i hate capitalism ☆ wouldnt survive a day without spotify ☆ free palestine!! ☆

LOVES ⭑.ᐟ - literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy + astrology, witchcraft, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), cold drinks, miniskirts, doc martens, dark red, nail polish, mascara, lipgloss, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house, spring+winter, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, going to concerts, psychology, web weaving, learning languages (currently learning spanish and i want to learn latin!)

BOOKS ⭑.ᐟ - osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles, wings of fire, the secret history, crime and punishment

MOVIES + SHOWS ⭑.ᐟ - juno, dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off + scott pilgrim vs the world, mean girls (i love both hehe), dr who, percy jackson (the show, i um havent read the books), gossip girls, do revenge, my little pony, the bear, hannibal, we are lady parts, bottoms

MUSIC ⭑.ᐟ - boygenius + solos, taylor swift, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrianne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones, maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy, the smiths, american football, susannah joffe, renee rapp, mcr, the front bottoms, pierce the veil, gracie abrams, feeble little horse, esha tewari, radiohead, chappell roan, charli xcx

ALBUMS ⭑.ᐟ - the record, 1989 tv, around the fur, riot, three cheers for sweet revenge, all we know is falling, hypochondriac, girl with fish, doa, things with wings, punk2, songs, masterpiece, guts, lust for life, dykttatuob, punisher, stranger in the alps, i care so much that i dont care at all, collide with the sky, manic, badlands, folklore, trafoamp, k-12, crybaby, portals, this is why, ttpd + the anthology, hit me hard and soft, the bends, brat, the secret of us, home video

TALK TO ME ⭑.ᐟ - asks and dms are open for chatting/venting/whatever, i might take a while to respond ☆ i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive bio (with name, age group and pronouns especially) ☆ discord is astraeasparrow ☆ i dont currently have any trigger warnings tagged but just send me an ask/dm if you want me to tag something specific!! ☆dni: people who are: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic

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#spotify -> my music obsession

#junocore -> posts that are so incredibly mecore

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(im working on a better taglist with my moots tags)

SOCIALS ⭑.ᐟ pinterest ☆spotify ☆ carrd ☆ pronoun page ☆ letterboxd ☆ stats.fm

SIDEBLOGS ⭑.ᐟ @likeasugarcubeinateacup (notes app poetry) -- @sirenliight (short poetry + aesthetics) -- a close friends blog (you can ask for the url, i might say no) (im not that active on them though)

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☆ last updated: july 10th 2024

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thats all!! stay hydrated and have a wonderful day/night everyone <3

[hollow-keys]

One of the things I'm- well, not disappointed by it's to be expected- annoyed by is X-Men '97's portrayal of Morph as a queer character. Morph is an AMAB nonbinary person who likes men (AMAB being important here because liking men will be interpreted as gay regardless of how Morph sees their gender). We were explicitly told before the show aired that they're nonbinary, but the only proof we get of that in series is two blink and you'll miss it, easily ignored and brushed off scenes where Cyclops and Rogue respectively refer to Morph with they/them in two episodes.

And to be honest, it feels like baiting when we get nothing else. It's Loki all over again where the creators say "you're gonna get representation!!!" in interviews that only more dedicated fans will see but resign actual canonical confirmation to something easily missed.

The justification for this is, of course, that the show is set in 1997, of course they aren't more explicit because of the social circumstances! But nonbinary people existed back then and there were people who were aware they were nonbinary and made communities to talk with each other. There were activists who were openly genderqueer. There's even at least one case I know of of a nonbinary character being in 90's comics. Though not positive representation, in Ghost Rider 2099 #10 [pub. 1994], Ghost Rider refers to a side character with ze/hir pronouns.

And it's not like Morph doesn't know they're queer. They're out! Why else would Rogue and Cyclops refer to them as they openly and in public? And how? If they're not more explicitly queer because "It's the 90's" then what's with the period atypical acceptance from their teammates?

Even if they went with the "Morph doesn't know" route, people who don't know they're nonbinary or have the words to describe themselves still have trans experiences like dysphoria and a feeling of wrongness about their gender which can be explored even if your character is an egg (not a literal egg ☠️, a trans person who hasn't realised they're trans).

For example: Morph primarily goes by their codename to the point where their civilian name isn't even mentioned. There could have been a scene where someone called them their male civvie name and they get uncomfortable and say they prefer Morph, their gender neutral hero name. And when asked why, they could just be confused and defensive because they wouldn't have the words to describe dysphoria.

They could even set up a realisation arc with Morph experiencing dysphoria, but not knowing what it is or why they feel that way, and then meeting nonbinary people next season when the X-Men are time travelling and going "Oh. That's me."

But we get none of that! We don't get out and proud, no/low transphobia representation or subtle, historically accurate representation of a closeted trans person in an even less accepting time. We get the historical inaccuracy of option A and the understatedness of option B for the most minimal attempt at rep possible, which boils down to just two headscratchingly anachronistic uses of they/them pronouns. Truly the worst of both worlds.

And on their feelings for Logan, that wasn't said before the show aired afaik and was just part of the narrative, so it wasn't baiting, but it was relegated to subtext that could also be interpreted as non-queer. So much so that it had to be confirmed by the writer on twitter when it should have been clear cut in the show.

Why didn't we get more content about that? If they can fit an entire love triangle around Rogue, Remy and Magneto, why couldn't we get more about Morph's feelings for Logan? Why didn't we get them pining for a friend who'll probably never return their affection, them worrying over how he'd react if he found out? That kinda thing. There was an entire plot point where characters were faced with their fears, would that not have been a good opportunity for Morph to be faced with theirs over being realised as queer?

Honestly there were shows and comics actually made in the 90's that were bolder with queer rep. I don't know the behind the scenes situation or how much the showrunners had to fight for this, but regardless of who made the decisions, it's still cowardly and frankly not enough in 2024.

[dinogoofymutated]

Hi there! I'm currently watching the original X men series to catch up to 97, and I'm in love with Gambit.

Would it be possible to ask for Remy and reader to be on a secret mission, and the Ole "make out so they don't suspect us" trope comes in, and gambit kinda (obviously) has feelings...?

It could be sfw or nsfw, either is perfect! Thank you for all that you do, I've been trying to find fics for the xmen for a while 🙏🙏

Kinda spicy! Gambit/GN!reader

YESS!! YESSSS!!! I legit had a dream about this situation with remy the day before you sent me this ask and I was cackling in joy when I saw this! I basically hyperfixated on it because I love this trope.

TWS: sexual themes n shit, no explicit smut. As always, reader written while picturing fem! but no specific pronouns mentioned. Semi-public making out and touching. Nipples be touched but size and type of breast not mentioned.

-Ps- reader can see heat signatures for plot purposes. I usually try to keep powers ambiguous but it was a NEED!

"In here, quick!" Remy's thick draw catches your attention, just before he yanks you into an alley. The two of you were in New Orleans, looking for a specific mutant Xavier wanted to talk to. The only downside was that Remy still had a warrant out for his arrest, and wanted posters plastered all over the city from bourbon Street to the garden district.

"Don't worry Cher. You said. NOPD 'dumber than a sack of rocks, you said!" You gripe at him. Remy laughs, tugging you around the corner. The alleyways on Burbon street are mostly private areas, owned and sealed off by the bars that line the storefronts- but Remy knew this city like the back of his hand. However, things had changed since he was here last. That became apperent when the two of you reach the end of the alleyway and there's a brand new brick wall, a dead end.

Remy curses and skids to a stop, causing you to slam into his back. You send him a dirty look as you whip around, eyes adjusting to the brick surroundings. It's hard to make out the figures of the cops through the walls of the busy bar in in front of you, too many people crowding the street for drinks even this late at night. You strain your eyes a bit, but are able to make out the stiff-shouldered men, heat signature slightly elevated from booking it after the two of you. Unfortunately, they're headed towards the mouth of the alleyway.

"Damnit." You mutter, turning back to Remy. He understands what you mean just by looking at your face. He hums, thinking for a moment before he begins to take out a playing card. You grab his arm to stop him, trying to ignore how warm his skin is against your own.

"Don't. The explosion will just lead them to us." You say. Remy nodds, glancing at the corner before suddenly caging you against the wall of the alleyway. You try not to blush as he does so. Remy smirks at you, and you think your heart might just explode. You remind yourself that this is standard Remy behavior, but it doesn't stop your face from heating up. You can only hope it's too dark for him to see you properly.

"Well, there is another way we could fool those pigs." Remy says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow at him before looking back over in the direction of the alleyways opening, able to spot the cops as they begin to enter. In your peripheral, you see Remy running his fingers through his hair to flatten it. You open your mouth to ask him what he has in mind, but the sound of footsteps cut you off.

"-Well, if you're going to do something, you better do it quick!" You whisper back at him. Remy pushes you further against the cold brick, his hands drifting down to your waist as he leans over to wisper in your ear.

"Trust me, Cher. I'll take care of you." His words cause goosebumps to rise at the back of your neck, and you hardly have time to react before he's kissing you. Your eyes are blown wide, heart thumping wildly as you start to slowly relax into the kiss.

Unsurprisingly, Remy is a really, really good kisser. It's hard to focus while he's touching you like this, kissing you deeply like he loves you. He nips at your lip, and you gasp, having forgotten about everything else already. His tongue darts into you mouth, caressing the skin he finds there. You let out a small moan as one of his hands drifts lower, caressing your thigh and hiking your leg up just a bit. Your own hands slowly slide up his chest, drifting to his neck.

The heat in your chest is unbearable when Gambit separates from the kiss, a string of spit connecting your mouths before he wipes it away, nothing but affection on his eyes. You're panting for breath while he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then lower. Remy places wet kisses on your neck, sucking and biting as he tries to swallow you whole. You thread your hands through his soft hair as his does so, fully encouraging him to ravage you in whatever way he would like. One of his hands begins to slide under your shirt when a cough startles you out of your heated state.

Your first instinct is to turn towards the noise, but Gambit is quick to cup your cheek and pull you into another heated kiss before your head could move a centimeter. He keeps you occupied as his other hand fully caresses the skin beneath your shirt, squeezing and caressing your chest. You hear another exhausted sigh from the cops. You crack and eye open slightly, knowing they cant see you do so in the dark. One of them begins to raise his voice, but the other smacks him on the shoulder.

"Just another pair of drunks. We've got bigger things to worry about right now." The cop says. You could practically hear the other roll his eyes before they turn to and walk away. Gambit brings your attention back to him and only him when you feel a finger brush lightly against your nipple. You gasp, and Remy chuckles, playfully biting your lip as he pulls away. He's smirking as he looks at you, and you can only imagine what you look like right now.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, voice low and husky. You can't seem to pull your thought together properly when he's looking at you like that. You nervously look away, hands playing with his collar.

"And if I did?" You ask, glancing back at him to gage his reaction. He looks surprised at first, face morphing into a lovestruck smile before he tries to cover it up with a smirk. Didn't stop you from being able to see the heat rise to his cheeks, however.

"Then gambit thinks we should do this more often."

[thesquirrelqueer]

What is HTDIO?

How to Dance in Ohio or HTDIO is a musical about 7 autistic young adults in a counseling group getting ready for a spring formal. All 7 of them are played by autistic actors. It is based off of a documentary of the same name. The show focuses on the relationships between characters as they prepare for the formal as well as face some of their biggest social fears.

The show had a short run at Syracuse Stage back in 2022 and started previews on Broadway on November 15th, 2023. It is set to officially open at the Belasco Theatre on December 10th, 2023.

Who are the characters?

Remy (played by Desmond Edwards) - The youngest of the group, a genderqueer cosplayer with a budding TikTok channel and a love of fashion. 16, any pronouns.

Caroline (played by Amelia Fei) - A bubbly college freshman who is just getting into her first real relationship. Best friend of Jessica. 19, she/her.

Marideth (played by Madison Kopec) - The newest member to the group, very shy but loves geography and Australia. Oh and just like fun facts in general. 18, she/her.

Drew (played by Liam Pearce) - A senior in high school preparing for college. Loves electricity and electrical grids. 18, he/him.

Tommy (played by Conor Tague) - The "class clown" of the group. Uses humor to cope with being self-conscious. Wants to get his drivers license. 22, he/him.

Jessica (played by Ashley Wool) - The confident best friend of Caroline. Loves fantasy stories, especially ones with dragons in them. 20, she/her.

Mel (played by Imani Russell) - The oldest of the group and the one who has been there the longest. Works at a local pet shop and loves reptiles and self-help books. 24, they/them.

Dr. Emilio Amigo (played by Caesar Samayoa) - The therapist in charge of the group, trying his best to get his clients to break out of their shells. he/him

Ashley Amigo (played by Cristina Sastre) - Dr. Amigo's daughter. Used to be a dancer but due to an injury is back in Ohio helping out with the group. she/her

Johanna (played by Darlesia Cearcy) - Caroline's mother. she/her

Terry (played by Haven Burton) - Jessica's mother. she/her

Where can I listen to/watch it?

Currently there are no video recordings of the show available (yet), but they did release an EP with 4 of the songs on it on Spotify which you can check out here

[planchettewrites]

I'm Just Half Alive (In my Struggle to Survive Without You) - NSFW

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)/ AFAB!Reader

DESCRIPTION: It's your first night as Mrs. Remy Etienne LeBeau, and your new husband cannot wait to show you how much he adores you.

CONTENT: SMUT, Protected Sex (Always Wrap it Before you Tap It), Praise Kink (?), M!Overstimulation, AFAB Reader, She/Her Pronouns Used, French Used

A/N: This was a labor of love! I wrote this over two days, and I've only been in the X-Men fandom for three days. I immediately fell in love with Gambit and then found out there were so few fanfics of him. I decided to change that. My two song inspirations were "My Way of Life" by Frank Sinatra and "Life Eternal" by Ghost. Enjoy bbys! If you like this fic, reblogs are very much appreciated, as are likes and comments.

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You smile as you look in the mirror. Today was arguably the best day of your life—you just became Mrs. Remy Etienne LeBeau, and nothing made you happier. 

Your wedding was exquisite. It occurred in one of the most beautiful venues in the French Quarter of New Orleans; the hall was rather large and historical. The hall was decorated with your favorite flowers—those your now husband had given you on your first date. The chandeliers in the building were all lit with candles that perfectly illuminated and complimented the ceremony. Your dress was similarly exquisite, and your closest friends were helping you pick it out. It was exactly what you wanted, and it fit absolutely perfectly—all with the help from the tailor’s shop, but that was beside the point. 

A majority of you and Remy’s coworkers and friends were there, even a sparse few from his days in the Thieves Guild. You were thrilled: everyone who loved you and Remy supported you on your big day. 

The ceremony was gorgeous. Filled with tears from both the guests and the wedding party, you two exchanged your vows. You spent about five minutes saying your vows to one another, making the other sob in the process. You did your best to speak some Cajun French in your speech, making Remy cry harder. Your husband wasn’t one to let his bravado falter, but seeing him in happy tears made you melt. You looked at your guest when he began to cry, and some of the toughest X-Men you knew were similarly in tears. In your vows, you both promised to share the rest of your beautiful, chaotic lives with each other, and come what may, your love will never falter. You two were bonded in holy matrimony; nothing could change that. 

Your first kiss as husband and wife was something you’d never forget. You both had practiced that dip for the past three months and had pulled it off perfectly. Of course, your husband, being your husband, kissed you harder and longer than you anticipated, which made your head spin and your heart soar. Walking back down the aisle, nearly dancing the whole way down, had suddenly made all the stress of planning the wedding worth it. 

The reception was a mere two hours ago, and it was a whirlwind of laughter, happiness, dance, and minor chaos. Your first dance was to “My Way of Life” by Frank Sinatra, and if the two of you weren’t looking lovingly at each other while dancing, one or the other was murmuring the words under their breath. That song perfectly encapsulated how you two felt about each other: you were each other’s way of life. Each day, you awoke to live, eat, and breathe each other. In some ways, you felt you were made for each other. As you were dancing, your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. 

After your first dance and the further rupture of applause and tears, Remy and you began to socialize with family and friends. Ever the charmer your husband was, recounting the stories to your family and friends of how we knew you were the one the moment your eyes locked. Some of the telepathics in your reception had told you not a single lie was spoken by your husband; he meant every single word he said. 

Now, there you were, looking into the mirror of the hotel you two stayed at. The two of you spared no expense regarding your honeymoon, and you both wanted to make sure it was as memorable as possible. 

The black velour robe you wore kept you comfortable as you took all the pins and accessories from your hair. The kind ladies doing your hair certainly knew what they were doing, but they sure had put a lot of bobby pins in your hair. As you recounted the night in your head as the final pin came out, a satisfied sigh escaped your lips. 

As if right on cue, your husband walked into the room, two champagne glasses in hand. “Joie de vivre,” he said to himself. You turned around to face him, a large smile growing on your face. Remy looked divine, with a white suit that fit him perfectly, your favorite flower on his lapel, and his hair tied back. You always thought your husband looked wonderful but particularly good in a three-piece suit. “Ma chérie, you look as beautiful as always.”

“Thank you, my dear.” you smiled as he handed you the glass of champagne. As you sipped, you watched your husband remove his jacket and put it in the closet, placing the flower on the bed’s side table. His movements were smooth like his words, and you heard him sing one of the songs from the reception under his breath. “How’s it going, sweetheart?” you ask him. 

Remy responded in his native tongue: “C’est tout un sucre, chérie. Happier than I’ve ever been.” He waltzes over to you and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I love you, Remy.” you place your hand on his cheek, stroking it gently. 

“I love you too, darlin’.” he smiles. 

This was happiness—absolute happiness. Nothing felt more right than this; this was perfection. Here you were with the love of your life, and he was with his. 

“Now, chérie, you look absolutely stunning,” his charming timbre weakens your knees. His hands fell to your shoulders and ran up and down your arms. “And I think I need some alone time with my wife.” 

You show him a coy smile. “Your wife? Hmm…I think I can make that happen.”

As you sit up from your chair, Remy guides you to the large bed against the wall’s middle. The bed was easily a California King with beautiful black sheets and a duvet cover. Remy guided you to lie down, and you looked at him with a dorky look. Remy was gorgeous, with his red and black eyes, chestnut hair, and body built like Adonis himself. 

“What you smilin’ at, ma chérie?” he laughed, his hands finding your waist.

“You!” you gush. “You’re just so handsome, and kind, and brave, and…and really fucking sexy.”

He laughs again and begins to fiddle with the tie of your robe. “You think Gambit is sexy? Well, you’re a sight, too, doll.”After a look of silently asking to undress you, you nodded. As he undid your robe, he smiled when he saw what was underneath—a breathtaking lingerie set. The set was a bit more expensive than you were willing to spend, but you knew that some sacrifices needed to be made for your wedding. “You’re tryin’ to kill Gambit aintcha?”

“Maybe.” you laughed, propping yourself up to fully strip yourself of the robe. You watched as your husband began to unbutton his dress shirt, slowly and precisely, and never breaking eye contact. You knew your husband too well at this point—he was teasing you. He attempted to test your patience, and simultaneously, he gave you a show. You could feel your cheeks flush. Something about your husband made him impossible to resist—whether it was that Louisiana charm or his general personality, something about him beckoned you like a siren song. 

As the dress shirt hit the ground, Remy reached for your hands, helping you stand. He spun you around gently, getting a good look at your body in that clearly expensive white set. He wolf-whistled, which made you giggle. “Damn, chérie, you’re gonna be lucky if I don’t rip that off of ya.”

As you finally faced him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed your husband. These types of kisses felt like fireworks—maybe it was the slight kinetic energy that always radiated from Remy, or perhaps it was just the product of your love. If you had to guess, it was probably a mix of both. 

His hands fell to your waist, and he swiftly picked you up and placed you back on the bed. His lips traveled from yours to your neck, kissing at the crook of your neck to that sensitive spot he learned early on. Letting out a quiet moan, you could feel his smirk on your neck as he continued pressing kisses there. His hands explored your body freely, from massaging your perfect breasts to gently squeezing your thighs. The journey of his hands ended at the hem of your panties, a silent plea to let him take them off of you. Your response to that silent plea was another nod, and suddenly, your husband was off your neck and on his knees. 

Your husband did the hard work of spreading your legs for you, giving him a perfect view of your pussy. He licked his lips and smiled. “Bon appétit.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your knee before working down your thigh. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he began to lap at your cunt with the vigor of a man starved. You let out a loud and staggered breath as your husband pulled his tongue from your entrance to your folds. He continued this movement until your breaths became ragged enough to where he decided it would be a good time to suck at your clit. 

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He paused for a second to say–almost as if he were saying it to himself and dived back into your core. You let out a deafening whine as he lapped at your clit, then sucked it particularly hard. 

He noticed your hips begin to buck at no discernible rhythm, and if there was one thing your husband was during sex, it was a talker. His thumb replaced his tongue, rubbing your clit in tight circles. “You like that, ma charmante?” your hips bucked against his fingers, and you let out a loud moan. “That’s it. Show me what you got, chérie. Work yourself on my fingers.”

“Shit!” you moaned. Your movements were becoming jerky—you were close. Remy immediately went back to lapping at your cunt, his finger making its way into your walls. Within seconds, you let out a moan you were sure the other patrons of the hotel could hear. 

You were practically dry-heaving, and within seconds of removing himself from your thighs, you pressed a heavy kiss to Remy’s lips. Your hands cupped his face, and one of his hands went to the small of your back. 

“God, Remy…” you heaved. Part of you couldn’t even form a sentence. You felt euphoric. Remy was always good with his tongue, both in his words and in his skills. 

“Yes, chérie?” Remy smiled. He was thoroughly enjoying this. You learned over the years that his pleasure came from your pleasure. You saw that in the way he’d do anything to make you laugh, you saw that in the way that he would cook for you, and you saw that in the way that sexually, your pleasure came first. 

“Remy, I need you.”

“Then take what is yours, darlin’.” 

You stood up carefully—your legs feeling like jelly—and pressed hard kisses to his lips. Dropping to your knees, you began to expertly unbuckle the oversized belt buckle of your husband’s belt. You place one hand on your husband’s large thigh as if to keep yourself steady. You could feel your mouth water at the thought of sucking his cock. You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. You begin to toy with his erection, palming him over his dress pants. As you finish unbuckling this belt, Remy slides his pants and underwear down to his ankles, swiftly kicking them off. 

You begin to move your hand up and down his shaft, hearing him let out a groan. A few strokes later and you lower your mouth onto his cock. You use your tongue to lick around the tip of his cock, and you lower yourself and take more of him into your mouth. He lets out a moan as you bob your head up and down on his shaft, taking as much of him as you could. You hollowed your mouth to create a light suction, which made your husband see stars. 

Remy finds his hands in your hair, letting you set your own pace. As you continued to worship his cock with your tongue, he began to blab. “Tu te sens si bien, chérie. So fucking good. Keep going…just like that. Fuck, keep going.”

As you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock one more time, he ruffles your hair. “Ma charmante et talentueuse femme, I need to fuck you.” he groaned. 

With a pop, you remove yourself from his cock with a devious smile on your face. “I’m all yours, Remy.” 

He guides you to the bed again and smacks your ass playfully. You turn to swat at him, and he laughs gently. You almost want to cry; you’re so happy. You are married to the love of your life; it’s your wedding night, and you are spending it with the man you love more than anything. Now, you were having your first night as husband and wife—you couldn’t be happier. As you find the headboard, you lean back and bend your knees, spreading your legs. You were on full display for your husband; by the looks of it, he certainly wasn’t complaining. 

“Hold on, ma chérie, one moment.” Remy started to search through the side table drawer, where he found what he was looking for: the box of condoms. You watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock, and you smiled to yourself. Remy had always been one for condoms; even times when you just wanted him to fuck you raw, he would kiss your hand and promise to always take care of you first. 

Crawling onto the bed, your husband towered over you, moving to hover above you. You looked up at him, your eyes full of need and lust. He pressed another kiss to your lips as he guided the head of his cock to your entrance. He moves his hips forward, and inch by inch, you begin to take him. You both moan at the feeling of euphoria. 

Remy continues to push his hips forward, beginning to rock in and out of you. He moves his hips slowly and deeply, as he prefers, to feel all of you as you take him. For the first time since your first dance, you feel your eyes well with tears. Remy is quick to catch onto this and stops his movements entirely. “Oh babydoll, what’s wrong?” 

“I’m just,” you start, “so happy to be yours, Remy.”

“Oh, these are happy tears!” he coos and places his hand on your cheek and the other on the headboard. He continues his ministrations in your cunt, feeling how you take him so, so well. You feel so full, and despite being with Remy for this long, you don’t think you’d ever get accustomed to this feeling. His cock is nestled between your walls, and each thrust urges you closer to an orgasm. 

Heat coils in your lower stomach as Remy thrusts into you, and for not the last time that evening, he talks you through the feeling. “Oh, ma femme, ma magnifique femme, you take me so well. And I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

“I’ve only been yours, love, and I’ll be yours for the rest of time.” you moan, repeating his sentiments out loud. 

“Damn straight. It sounds good coming from your lips. Gambit was gonna make you his, even when he first met you.” he groaned, the smirk on his face returning. “And I’ll be yours for the rest of time.”

You wrap your legs around your husband’s waist, letting him hit that spongy spot inside of you. His thrusts are starting to become faster, and with each thrust, he bucks his hips to ensure he is fully sheathed inside you. You’re close, so, so incredibly close. 

You yelp, “Fuck, Remy, I’m close, I’m really, really close.”

“Me too, darlin’.” he groans. His hand falls to your waist, and he begins to thrust far more erratically. He fucks you into him, slamming into you, causing you to moan his name. Loud. 

You’re nearly dry-heaving again as he fucks you. That heat in your stomach that had turned into a coil had started to unwind. You were coming close to another orgasm. 

“Fuck—I’m coming, shit!” Remy groans. Although, his pace doesn’t relent as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

Your legs tighten around him as that coil becomes completely undone. “Remy, shit, God, I love you. I love you so fuckingmuch. I am so fucking happy to be your wife! I can’t wait to make you a family!” you pant, your finish further slicking the space between you. 

“I love you so much. More than you know…and, and, I’ll love you forever, chérie!” His voice was shaky and erratic as he overstimulated himself to rock you through your orgasm. 

As you both begin to still, your breath erratic, you grab hold of him and just let his weight crash onto you. He buries his face in your shoulder, and you hear him let out a sigh. He mutters something to himself in his native tongue and presses a light kiss to your neck. You can hear him mutter one thing as he pushes himself upwards: “I love you.”

He nearly projects himself to your side, grabbing your hand and gently kissing your palm. “You’re my world. You truly are.” 

“I mean every word I said,” you murmured, so breathless you could barely speak, “I am really so happy to be your wife.”

“And I’m happy to be your husband.” he smiled, turning to face you. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and smiled. You were happy, and now you get to look forward to an eternity with the man you loved. Come what may, no matter how big or small, you would have Remy by your side. And that was going to be your way of life. 

[skyritual]

(there was nobody there, except in that town. you were born gasping, writhing on a greyhound bus, careening down an unknown interstate...)

grace, adult under 25, they/them works collectively. dxed DID + autism + others; i'm also physically disabled. we alternate between plural and singular first person pronouns. since this is a new blog, mutuals would be nice. 🤍

our system is hosted by three alters in conjunction, more or less. there are around 10 other regularly present alters in our 'cluster', with the rest of the system being quite shut off to us. we will (presumably) not do sign offs for personal comfort. as a whole, we are generally interested in art, music, storytelling, medicine, philosophy, and psychology. also i guess we are A Gamer

byf/dni

i would prefer no minors follow my page, though i do not mind passing interactions, such as if you see one of our posts in a tag. asides from that, i'm not putting a formal DNI, as i don't find they work. however, i will specify:

i do not post syscourse — though i do interact with it at times, and am comfortable being mutuals with those who do. while i will not be speaking on my opinions on endogenic plurality, they are fairly nuanced. i hesitate to describe myself with any existing terms due to this.

regardless of my opinions, i do not typically engage with predominantly endogenic sides of tumblr, as i do not find my experiences align meaningfully with what i see described.

as a whole, we are very anxiety-prone. while we would love to have mutuals and are happy to engage in dms, it may take us some time to respond, and we may come off as rather restrained in private interactions.

we are absolutely pro-palestine and passionately opposed to bigotry in all its forms. if you are pro-israel, transphobic, racist, ableist, or so on, we will block you, unequivocally, should you choose to interact.

this blog will, naturally, have some heavier topics present. though we do what we can to put warnings on more explicit discussion of commonly triggering subjects as they appear, this is a blanket warning that this page will discuss trauma, ptsd, abuse, and mental illness. if you are not prepared for that, please look elsewhere — our experience with plurality is inextricably linked to our traumas and a great deal of suffering, and we will not shy away from acknowledging this.

i follow from @newnowhere. my header & avatar are both by remy boydell / slimgiltsoul.

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