#so much of logan's thoughts in this fic is just .. listing things.. im so sorry about that

[gatorbites-imagines]

Um... uh... um... would you willing to do a threesome with logan, steve rogers and X-men? reader. I think they will have an interesting dynamic or you could just add this to your kinktober list. (Btw i love your fics they made me happy and also i hope you have a nice day)

Steve Rogers x mutant male reader x Logan Howlett

Headcanons

Im guessing you mean the mutant reader from the two different things ive written with steve? Hes who Im going with at least. As a reminder to anybody who hasn’t read the other two things, the readers hero name is Titan. Not crazy detailed, but I hope its still good anyways.

You can read the other parts here and here

As mentioned in the other parts. You are, were? An X-man. X-men? You were part of their team, on and off for the years between your loss of Steve and you getting him back.

You still helped them out on the regular, going on missions where they needed a guy who couldn’t be knocked down. And yes, you did tell them everything you figure out about SHIELD and the government. You aren’t loyal to the government at all, especially since they wan to use or get rid of mutants like yourself.

You used to have a thing with Logan, but honestly, who in the x-men hasn’t had a thing with Logan at this point? You’ve joked once or twice that he’s like a bowl of mashed potatoes at thanksgiving, or a blunt at a party. Somehow his gruffness charms a lot of people.

If you weren’t so sure in your relationship, you might have been jealous when his gruffness charmed Steve too. But you knew Steve was yours and no one else, but it didn’t stop you from letting him prove it to you every now and then.

You still flirted with Logan when you went on missions together. As the only guys older than everyone else and with insane healing factors like you did, you two bonded.

It also quickly caught your eye how your boy would glance at you two. It really shouldn’t have surprised you to see Steve floundering a bit when it came to Logan. You two were so damn alike sometimes you could see Steve accidentally saying “yes sir” when Logan told him to do something.

Logan noticed it too pretty damn quickly. But for him it was more the fact that he could smell Steves interest and arousal with his heightened senses.

Logan might be an asshole most days, and he had his whole thing with Scott and Jean, but he did ask you how you felt about it, what you wanted to do and whatnot.

Like mentioned earlier, you were sure and secure in your relationship. You knew you wouldn’t lose Steve no matter what you did, and yeah, it did entertain you to watch your pretty boy stumble every now and then.

In the end you and Logan agreed to just keep it up to see where it all went. And it wasn’t like Steve saw Logan a whole lot, at least before. But now you found yourself inviting the x-men to the tower for drinks or whatever else you two got up too.

Steve tried to stay polite and leave you two to hang out together as the old friends you were, but you quickly pulled him into it. mainly because you and Logan liked to watch him blush as you both borderline purred at him.

The flirting kept up over time, and you and Logan had thought it was going in the right direction as Steve became somewhat receptive. That was until Steve one night burst into tears, burying his face into your chest as he apologized.

He was so ashamed of finding another man attractive and flirting with somebody else, he was so so sorry, he would never do it again, please forgive him. He loves you so much, it doesn’t mean anything.

It leads to you having to comfort and kiss him, rocking your lover as you explain what you and Logan had been up too, because you thought Steve would enjoy it. turns out Steve hadn’t picked up all the pieces like you thought, and had felt so bad, imagining that you’d leave him for being disloyal.

Of course, you quickly fix up that misconception, and explain everything to him. And you also had to tease him a little when his face reddened, and his pupils blew when you mentioned your past with Logan.

Youd save those stories for another day, when you needed to get him hot and bothered.

In the end you have to explain Steves reaction to Logan, since none of you wanna make anybody uncomfortable or step on anybodies toes. You both feel pretty bad about it, which is why you also agree to pamper Steve from then on.

Steve is obviously your partner and lover and has been since the 40s, meaning he’s most affectionate with you. He also wont kiss Logan on the lips, wanting it to only be with you.

Logan isn’t offended by this, he knows he’s just a third wheel in your bed, and he’s sure of himself enough to not mind. Logan is happy to get down between Steves thighs instead and lick him out as you kiss him, putting his best into it so you both can listen to Steve keen and whimper.

You two had had a few threesomes before, and yeah, it had been with Bucky every time, so this was new. But there’s a reason Logan is the x-mens shared bicycle. Dude knows what he’s doing, and boy is he skilled.

Any other time, you might have been a little jealous of somebody making your lover moan like that, but knowing it’s just Logan helps. Plus, getting Steves mouth all to yourself is pretty damn good too.

It takes a lot of work to open Steve up, his healing factor making him tighten up over time. His healing factor is nothing compared to the powers you and Logan share, but its close enough that you both know what to do.

Which means the first hour is spent on just pampering, touching and kissing on Steve as Logan works him open and pushes his way inside.

At this point Steve is a teary-eyed shivering mess as he whimpers and moans, his body quivering as Logan pulls him into his lap so you can slot up behind Steve. You and Logan aren’t small in the compartment that matters, so it takes a while to fit yourself inside Steve too, your lover throwing his head back and arching his back beautifully at the new experience.

You and Logan pretty much just sit back as Steve slowly rides you, his hands gripping Logans shoulders hard enough to bruise, even if the bruises fade almost immediately.

Steves hair a mess sticking to his forehead with sweat, his lips bitten red as his strong thighs shudder as he slowly lifts and lowers himself. When he gets too embarrassed, the blonde turns his head around to kiss you again, not wanting the two of you to hear his noises.

It being his first time doing something like this, means neither you nor Logan feel annoyed or sad that Steve spills so easily. The hour or more of prep also left him already teetering on the edge, his voice cracking as he sobs through the orgasm, thank yous spilling from his lips as he couldn’t help but thank you both for doing this with him.

Neither of you x-men got to cum, but in a situation like this it didn’t really matter, you got enough satisfaction out of getting Steve like that.

You end up on cuddle duty, lifting Steve into your arms as Logan expertly changes the sheets and blankets, letting you lay down with Steve before going off to find whatever else your lover might need.

Steve gasps a few times as Logan wipes him clean and makes him drink some water, praise falling from both your and Logans lips, telling Steve how good he did, how beautiful he is, and so on and so forth.

In the end you kinda have to bully Logan into bed with you two. He isn’t just a bootycall expected to leave the moment you guys have had your fun. Plus, Steve wants to lay squeezed between you two more than anything.

Steve ends up dozing off pretty damn quickly, exhausted but oh so satisfied. Logan and you just end up talking about whatever, before you put on some movie from the 70s you both like, the comforting rumble of your voices only putting Steve deeper to sleep.

[logically-asexual]

Hold me like you mean it

summary:

Logan’s feelings for Virgil and the fact that now Virgil barely notices him are stopping him from getting any work done. Janus offers a way for Logan to cope, by disguising himself into Anxiety. but is this really what Logan needs? and what’s in it for Janus, anyway?

Alternatively, an angsty story about rejection, denial, and manipulation.

warnings: (for the whole fic) unrequited love, rejection, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, gaslighting, dependency, dubious consent and non consent for kissing, sad ending, depression (vaguely described), angst in general, nightmares. let me know what else i should add.

taglist: @gummibearbullet @chara-07 @the-sympathetic-villain

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The next few days were stressful, to put it lightly. Logan couldn’t focus on his work properly, constantly bothered by thoughts about Virgil. Sometimes they were pleasant, when he contemplated the possibility of Virgil actually responding to his advances and planned for when they could be close again. But the thoughts would instantly become distressing, once he remembered the likelihood of Janus’ argument being true. Normally, he wouldn’t consider whatever idea that came from Janus as truthful. However, given the evidence in front of him, he couldn’t just rule out the possibility.

The idea of Janus’ theory being accurate distressed him for several reasons. One, his work was being disturbed by Virgil’s presence in his mind, which could be solved if Logan simply wanted to establish dialogue with him, but if he really had romantic attraction for the anxious Side, then there was a very limited assortment of solutions. Two, these “solutions” would be practically impossible to achieve, since Virgil was closed off and would never consent to a relationship as intimate as the one Logan wanted (or would want, he corrected, in the hypothetical case that he did have a crush). Three, feelings were not his department, and he would have to admit to himself that if he didn’t know how to handle or acknowledge his own, much less would he be able to help with Virgil’s anxiety.

Each day was less productive than the last, and each day Logan became more aware of the faint signs towards a crush being the real problem. He had carried on with his plan, which meant their discussions went on smoothly, and he and Anxiety often reached helpful conclusions for Thomas. And yet, Logan felt hurt every time Virgil smiled towards anyone else, while not glancing towards him at all, or when Virgil agreed with a point Logan had brought up only when Thomas or one of the other Sides repeated it. It pained him to admit it, but despite the successful results he had gotten with Virgil, Logan still couldn’t work well by himself, and needed an outlet for these… feelings.

After several failed attempts to clear his mind and sleep, he gave up, and resolved to stop his emotions from getting in his way. With that decision made, he stood up from his bed and summoned the deceitful Side, who appeared by his desk.

“Logic! So lovely to see you. Although I would appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt me during my beauty sleep.”

Logan knew this wasn’t true, the Dark Sides had a flipped sleep schedule, and slept for most of the day, which was the reason why Virgil still had a hard time sleeping the whole night through. Refuting this wasn’t important right now, though, so he ignored it.

“Anyway,” Janus continued, examining his hands as if he could see his nails underneath the yellow gloves, “I assume I’m here because you are ready to accept my offer?”

“Yes.” Logan sighed. “I seem to be stuck and I can’t think of a better alternative.”

“Excellent!” Janus said, smirking.

“But not right now! I still need to sleep. I just needed to be done with this so I could stop thinking about it.”

“Alright. Then I’ll see you in my room tomorrow at six pm. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” He finished with a wink. After he left, Logan went back to bed.

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Logan was sitting comfortably next to Virgil on the couch of Anxiety’s room. He could feel the pressure of the other’s body sitting so close to him. He remembered he wanted to tell Virgil something, but no words could come out of his mouth as Virgil softly held his chin and tilted his head towards him. Suddenly, they were kissing.

Logan had never kissed anyone before, and didn’t know what to expect. The feeling was… underwhelming, to be honest. He felt the pressure on his mouth, but not much else, not any different to feeling touch in any other part of his body. He felt detached, even if it wasn’t precisely unpleasant. He closed his eyes and tried to relax his shoulders, but they still felt tense. Still, he leaned forward and let himself get lost in the sensation of being so close to Virgil. In the back of his mind, he tried to remember how he got here, it all happened so fast. Virgil kept kissing him gently, and Logan kissed him back.

He wanted to be closer, so he reached up with his right hand to hold Virgil’s neck. When he did, he was met by the cold, slippery sensation of scales. He pulled his hand away as if it had just been burned and moved back as far as he could on the couch, but when he looked at the Side in front of him, he could only see Virgil’s concerned face. He was talking to him, but Logan couldn’t make out the words, only able to hear his own heavy breathing. As the other moved closer, he could understand the faint voice better.

“Logan. Logan, it’s me. It’s alright, it’s just me.”

He shook his head and kept his eyes shut as he backed away, but Virgil continued moving closer and trying to grab him. Logan felt tears form in his eyes as he screamed at the other to get away from him, but Virgil wouldn’t listen, still calling his name. Finally, Virgil grabbed him by both of his shoulders and forced him to turn around and look him in the eyes. Logan’s heart stopped as he saw both eyes shining bright yellow, the intensity augmenting until their light was blinding. Just when his vision had gone completely white, he woke up with a gasp.

After a minute, his thoughts came back to him, and he found himself in his room, sitting on his bed. He looked at his alarm clock. It was 4:36 am. He stared at the blinking light that marked every passing second, and followed it to regulate his breathing. At 4:45, he laid back down on the mattress, staring at the ceiling and not stopping counting each cycle. He still had some time to sleep before the alarm rang at 6:00, so he closed his eyes and drifted away once more, with only one thought in his mind: What am I getting into?

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notes: >:3c

by the way my headcanon is that the Dark Sides sleep from like... 9 am to 5pm or 10 to 6 or something similar. also the reason why they like to start acting up at night (like Remus with his intrusive thoughts), when Logic is asleep and Thomas is vulnerable to them.

i'm so sorry i'm not good at like hiding stuff.. it was probably super obvious that it was a dream (and in the last chapter that it was janus all along) but also it's alright, i don't mind if you can tell from the start, i think it's compelling both with and without the surprise.

[craftypeaceturtle]

Distanced, part 2

Summary: How are these useless students coping with life?

Note: This is a group chat fic, my first one so this might not be that good! Also this contains swearing. Eventual intrulogical. 

Part 1 here!

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MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Friday, 13:02

Hello, sorry to interrupt, but I just want to ask where you gathering your sources? Are there any particular databases you’re using? Thank you.

Remus Prince: I’m just going through the read list.

The reading list? But that only has one text that could be anything remotely useful for this topic!

Remus Prince: ye but it’s a starting point

Remus Prince: like u can read it and then read whatever it references.

Are we allowed to do that?

Remus Prince: wha

Remus Prince: DUH! 

Surely that must count as plagiarism or something of the sort. You can’t use someone else’s sources.

Remus Prince: u sound so stupid

Remus Prince: u’ll read the book it references and form ur own interpretation.

Remus Prince: u’ll get different quotes

Remus Prince: u’ll be using it for a different argument

Remus Prince: why would u not be allowed to read texts!

MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Friday, 14:13

Okay I emailed Dr Smith and he said it was fine. Thank you for the advice.

Remus Prince: OMG

Remus Prince: You actually told the teacher on me!

The teacher agreed with you? You’re not in trouble.

Remus Prince: THAT WAS MY SECRET!

Remus Prince: now the teachers actually think I’m capable

If it makes you feel better, I did not mention your name.

Remus Prince: you really had to double check?

Maybe I was being a little paranoid but I don’t think you understand the crisis I’m currently having. I typically spend hours running around the library and searching random titles to figure out suitable texts. When all this time I could have just been using the references! I am beyond furious and relieved at this new technique to research. 

Remus Prince: ah of course

Remus Prince: you totally came across that way in the 2 messages you sent

My world view has been fractured, I think that justifies not texting much. 

Remus Prince: why did you apologise

Excuse me?

Remus Prince: HAH

Remus Prince: now who sucks at reading!

Remus Prince: You said sorry in the first message.

I wasn’t sure if you were in a lecture or class. It’s polite.

Remus Prince: nah

Remus Prince: I’d answer even if I was.

That is not nearly as comforting as you are intending. How far along are you in your research?

Remus Prince: honestly?

Remus Prince: I’ve read five pages in on a book on the reading list. 

Remus Prince: I’ve done like nothing.

That’s indeed some amount of research. Again, as long as you are done by the 15th then whatever it takes.

Remus Prince: See you said no judgement but I picked up a lot of judgement

We have already agreed your reading comprehension is not the best.

Remus Prince: HAH

Remus Prince: so what are u up to?

Actually working on the research project.

Remus Prince: im bored

Remus Prince: I’ve been sitting waiting for my washing machine for like 9 hours 

Remus Prince: maybe later I will do work

I sincerely doubt it has been nine hours. How come you’re washing your clothes at such an awkward time?

Remus Prince: Awkward?

I can’t think of many students who would wash their clothes in the middle of the week day with classes. 

Remus Prince: every1 washes their stuff on the weekend

Remus Prince: plus everyone knows the weekend is for doing nothing. Might as well get all my jobs done now.

You really plan to do nothing during the weekend?

Remus Prince: hells ye

Remus Prince: maybe, at most, I’ll send Dee to campus coffee

As long as you’re done by the 2nd. Though I really should congratulate you on your superior taste to coffee shops.

Remus Prince: ?

If universal opinion existed, then Campus Coffee being the best coffee shop would be considered one. For whatever ridiculous reason, both Patton and Roman don’t really like it. 

Remus Prince: really

Remus Prince: I thought I saw Ro go in.

Roman occasionally practises lines with his other theatre colleagues and that is always where they meet up. But he never buys a drink as he is apparently a literal man child and cannot cope with a drink that isn’t just chocolate and milk.

Remus Prince: RIGHT??????

Remus Prince: my roomie V likes to pretend he takes coffee but he can only drink hot choc. 

Remus Prince: He doesn’t deserve coffee anyway

Exactly! Have you talked to Remy there?

Remus Prince: YE

Remus Prince: He practically forced me to be his friend with how incredible he makes coffee

Remus Prince: He’ll even add energy drink to mine!

Okay maybe that is a little strange. But I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment. He finally convinced me to leave my usual order of a white coffee and I have not regretted it. 

He doesn’t actually add energy drink to your coffee right?

Remus Prince: ye he does but don’t worry he bullies me for it

Remus Prince: The entire time I sit and drink it he’ll be holding up his phone with 911 dialed.

That seems fair.   

Remus Prince: without being so incredibly forward

Remus Prince: do you want me to grab you a coffee now

What do you mean?

Remus Prince: Well im bored

Remus Prince: and it’s your fault for talking coffee

Remus Prince: now I really want coffee

Remus Prince: I’m now heading that direction.

I’m sorry but I cannot meet up right now. I’m doing work and then I want to be prompt coming home to help my roommate.

Remus Prince: fair thought id offer

MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Friday, 14:20

If you’re still willing, I am sitting in the library and I would truly appreciate it if you could drop off the coffee. 

I can pay.

Obviously this is up to you. 

Remus Prince: soz was walking

Remus Prince: ye I can do that

Sorry for not being able to sit around, but I do appreciate this. 

Remus Prince: ur fine

Remus Prince: what u want

Firstly, it is “you’re”. Secondly, without sounding like a cliche film character, just say my name. Remy makes an effort to give me a slightly different order every day to “widen my tastes”.

Remus Prince: wow

Wow?

Remus Prince: For the very epitome of the nerd stereotype, did you really hit me with that “just say my name and they’ll know” trope?

Please, I can be cool.

Remus Prince: Are you begging?

Remus Prince: Also

Remus Prince: what do you look like again?

I’m sorry?

Remus Prince: reading comprehension! Fairly simple question.

I am wearing a black polo shirt with a blue tie. Caucasian with shaved hair. 5′10. 

Remus Prince: how efficient.

May I ask why?

Remus?

Remus Prince: Soz I just got our orders. 

Remus Prince: I’m really bad at faces.

You could have simply asked where I would be. I’m on the second floor, computer room 209. There’s a few others here but I’ll wave once you walk in. 

Remus Prince: okay maybe that would’ve made more sense

Remus Prince: shutup.

I know I have stated this before, but we have indeed talked before. You will recognise me. 

Remus Prince: listen I’m not fucking around.

Remus Prince: I am genuinely shit at faces

Remus Prince: it was one question prick

I apologise. I didn’t realise. 

Remus Prince: Hey I’m here, now heading up. 

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MESSAGES: To Padre!!

Friday, 16:00

Greetings wonderful Pat! Did you perhaps end up baking today like you said you would?

Padre!!: Heya Ro! Yeah, we made cupcakes! We didn’t fancy making icing but we did have choc chips!

AW YEAH! Just wanted to check so I know whether to buy cake. Anything I need to pick up while I’m here?

Padre!!: All good here. 

Padre!!: Logan saw Remus today.

hE DID????????

Padre!!: Yeah, he brought him coffee. Some special coffee, not his white coffee.

ASJKDGA

(also how on this great big boundiful earth do you know his usual coffee order?)

Padre!!: Because that’s what family does!

Why would he bring him coffee?

Padre!!: I have no idea. Logan didn’t really talk about it. 

He didn’t talk about it?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

Padre!!: I don’t know what to tell you. He got all quiet. He makes it sound like they don’t even like each other but he still brought him a coffee. 

EWEWEW

YOU DON’T THINK HE’S TRYING TO MAKE A MOVE

Padre!!: I don’t know. It sounds like it but Logan said they had a bit of a tiff in the texts.

... a tiff?

Padre!!: Like a small argument.

No I knew what it means, I meant it in a “omg you’re so adorable for describing a disagreement as a tiff”. 

Padre!!: I want to joke around Ro but I am a little worried about him. He acted fine after the coffee and he said they didn’t talk. It just seems like such a weird thing to do! I’m worried Remus would try and pull something. This sounds exactly like how all those stories you tell begins. 

Lo’s not an idiot. 

He’s a nerd. 

There’s no way he would fall into his trap. He’d let us know if something wasn’t right. 

Padre!!: Good point.

I’ll be home in like 5 mins. I’ll run.

Padre!!: You don’t have to Ro.

Padre!!: I’m just overreacting.

Padre!!: Ro?

Padre!!: You better make sure you’re still looking both ways even when running!

[mfackenthal]

The MFackenthal Show and Cordonian’s Gone Wild!

Anitah: Hello fabulous audience members!  We are so glad you’re here. I know it’s a little early for the show to start, but if you could please try to take your seats quickly and quietly, that would be super helpful.

Alicia: As you all know or can guess, we’re the guest stars for today’s show.  

Pam: But what you don’t know, because Megs doesn’t even know it yet, is that we are taking over today’s show!  

Gen:  So … really, we’re in a bit of a hurry here … we need to start this show before Megs gets on stage.  Can you freaking be seated already?!

Pam:  (whispering loudy to Gen) Yo, asshole, be nice to the audience.  

Anitah, Alicia, Gen, and Pam all take a seat behind or on the desk that Megs often sits behind to start her show.  

Anitah:  Sit, sit, sit, everyone.

Alicia:  Roll the cameras.  

Gen:  counting down using her fingers In 3 … 2 …. 1 …

Pam: Welcome everyone to the Cordonian’s Gone Wild edition of The MFackenthal Show!!!!

Anitah:  You may be wondering where Megs is - don’t worry, she’s in hair and makeup.  She should be out soon.  

Alicia:  For those of you who don’t know, I’m @leelee10898 - You can call me Alicia or Leelee, whatever you want.  This is @ao719 AKA Anitah.

Anitah: The other girls call me Nita so that works too.

Pam:  I’m @speedyoperarascalparty: Pam is my name.

Gen: And I’m @cocomaxley -  Genevieve or Gen or asshole.  Okay party people - Parties are not set up with an audience - so get your butts out of those seats, move your chairs to the left side of the room where the MFackenthal staff will help clear the room and bring in some more comfortable couches.

Anitah:  Then, help yourself to a glass of Maxwell’s Purple concoction.

Pam:  And don’t ask, we’re not allowed to share the recipe.

Alicia:  Seriously, as to what’s in it … just don’t ask.

Gen:  Anyways … everyone get a glass so we can raise a toast.

The audience scrambles out of their seats, following the directions as best as they can.  The whole room is quickly transformed, a disco ball is hung from the center, a dance floor being laid down in the middle of the room, couches are set up around the dance floor and there’s a table stage left with about a dozen punch bowls filled with Maxwell’s Purple Concoction.  

Pam:  Does everyone have a drink?

Anitah:  Everyone, please raise your glass.

Everyone raises their glass. The girls stand center stage - which is now the center of the room - and just as they’re about to raise their glasses, Megs comes walking out.  

Anitah:  To Cordonia!

Pam: And loyal, hot men!

The audience parts for Megs and the room gets quiet.

Alicia:  To … choices?  Why is everyone so quiet?

Gen:  Welcome to your show, Megs!  

All:  To Megs!!!!

The audience:  To Megs!

Pam hands Megs a glass of Maxwell’s drink.  Megs takes it and slowly does a full 360 looking around the room.  

The audience is cheering and clapping loudly.

Megs:  Damn, ladies.  If i didn’t know this was my stage, I’d never recognize it!  Tapping her foot, is this a dance floor?  Is this Maxwell’s purple concoction?  Do you know what’s in it?

The audience: Don’t ask!

Megs:  laughs.  Oooookay … well, the producers are telling me we are already rolling soooo …

Anitah:  So hello Megs and welcome to your show!  

Megs:  Welcome indeed!  Megs takes a sip of the drink and a steadying breath.  So … okay, well …

Gen:  Well, in case it’s not obvious - we’ve taken over your show.  We know what the people want-

Pam:  Don’t worry - we’ll give the people what they want.

Alicia:  So, just take another sip and let us take over.

Megs looks at the girls, shrugs her shoulders, looks around, and takes a seat next to an audience member.  

Megs:  Alright, ladies.  It’s your show.

Anitah:  Oh! That was easier than I thought it would be.  Alrighty!  So … ladies, what do we think the people really want to know?

Megs:  Looking away from the stage and putting a hand over her hand to muffle her voice, she loudly says:  What brought each of you to the fandom? Looking forward and feigning innocence Whoa, who said that?

Gen:  laughing real smooth Megs.

Pam: I was going through Drake withdrawals. It was between books and I needed a fix.

Gen: I found TRR after seeing numerous ads on social media for the Choices app. I spent a ridiculous amount of money to binge TRR book 1 and book 2. Then, like Pam, got super thirsty for Liam, sorry not sorry Anitah! I found AO3 first then after some google searches, I found tumblr.

Anitah: It was a total and complete accident! I was googling something about the game while (im)patiently waiting for a new chapter to be released in book 3 and I saw a link to a fanfic. I had never even been on tumblr before and had zero clue what it even was. But was so glad when I found this glorious fandom!

Alicia: @darley1101. Someone shared a damien fic she wrote on the choices fandom FB page.

Megs:  Oooh - here’s some insider information - @darley1101 has been booked to be on this show in the future.  Hey, so tell us - When did “Cordonian’s Gone Wild” get started?  How did it get started? What’s the real story here?  

Anitah: Seriously Megs - chill!  We’ve taking over!  But, great question!  So we all joined a huge chat group with what...10 other people? Lol. It was pure madness. Pam started writing one shots for people in that chat. Bringing their real selves into fics with their LI’s. And the four of us began talking in a separate chat and one night we were talking about how crazy, ridiculous and fun it would be if we all went to Vegas (with our pretend husbands because the IRL ones aren’t as much fun)

Pam: Or as 🍆

Anitah: So then I wrote One Night In Vegas...and we posted it just for fun and people really seemed to enjoy it. Do any of you remember who or how we got Cordonians Gone Wild?? Because I do not!  lol

Pam: Nope!

Gen: This was Anitah or Pam. I know that. But it worked out because we all had different LI's after I got thirsty for Rashad.

Megs: I wondered how Rashad came in to the picture and had to assume someone latched on to him ... or, don’t be mad ⁨Genevieve⁩ ... he was the “leftover” (straight) male

Gen: Actually this was @boneandfur’s fault. She wrote some Rashad one shots and I loved him after that.

Megs:  Ooooh, I wonder if she wants to be on the show?  Hmmmm...

Anitah: As we were saying … Then as we went on each of us kind of developed these character traits I think (feel free to chime in guys lol) but example...in Mardi Anitah steals the royal jet and that became her thing-  lol - so I always steal the jet and Liam gets pissed (which is exactly what I want)

Gen: Yep! I became the resident asshole which isn't too far off from real life. Actually it's exactly like real life.

Pam: Yea I mean, Pam is based off me. Gen and I realized we used to live right by each other in Illinois before I moved back to Michigan. I'm a marriage and family therapist. Went to Northwestern, so we wrote in Gen and I lived in Chicago together.

Anitah: Well, if I had a jet in real life I'd steal it…

Alicia: Shaking her head like she’s been zoned out … Actually I think I was the one who came up with the name lol. I remember mimicking it after girls gone wild.

Meg starts to get up to ask a question, but Gen is standing behind her and places both hands on Meg’s shoulders to push her back into her seat.

Gen:  If I know Megs, she’d now ask a process question, like How do you decide who writes for what couple?  Or how did you decide? Is it set in stone?

Megs glares up at Gen while she asks the question.  Then she nods and waves Gen back to stage.  

Pam: The couples are set in stone. They are our LI. Some of us are more committed than others..pam and anitah stare down gen and alicia.  Some should cower in shame.

Gen and Alicia appear to be utterly unphased.

Gen: (cackling) I can't help it! I have a soft spot for Mr. Sinclaire!

Anitah: Pam and I are just less adventurous.

Pam: Trust...honesty....FAITHFULNESS!

Anitah and Alicia mock Pam’s words and movements

Alicia: Leo Rhys is my husband and has my heart.... I just have a soft spot for, Colt, Logan, Matt, Adrian, Damien, Earnest.. am I forgetting someone??  Oh yeah Bryce and Beckett.

Pam: Cough..whore..cough

Alicia: sticks up middle finger

Anitah and Gen: continue laughing

Pam: We all write all the couples, but the pairings don’t change...even if avatars do

Gen: She's talking about you Alicia.

Anitah: As far as who writes for what couple, if it’s a group fic we all participate, but each of us writes the respective couple if it’s a one shot or what not.

Gen: Usually someone comes up with an idea and someone else will be like - I'll write it 🙋🏻‍♀️… Or sometimes it's crickets …

The whole stage gets super quiet, everyone seems to be listening for the crickets. Megs gets up and the four girls glare at her.

Megs:  No, no, I got it - your show.  Why don’t you all simply discuss who has read which choices books and what is everyone’s favorite while I go and refill my drink?  

Megs winks to the camera and walks to the table to get a refill.

Anitah: Oh god...there’s such a long list...

Pam: Anitah and I will sit this one out…

Gen: Prudes! I'll say it again, I love Mr. Sinclaire. But I've played AME, Bloodbound, VOS, TCATF, ROE (blah), PM and a bunch of others. But not a lot of the newer ones.

Alicia: Did you seriously just BLAH my husbands book?

Gen: Yes the fuck I did!

Alicia: The only one I have NOT read yet is most wanted. I have started the haunting of braidwood manor, both it lives and passport, but have yet to finish those. Otherwise I have read all books fully released and am up to date on current ones.

Gen: Most Wanted is so good!

Pam: Drake…

Gen: (pats Pam’s hand) We know, Pammy. We know.

Alicia: Some I have read numerous times.... like Ride or Die.... perfect match and blood bound…

Megs has come back to her seat.

Megs: Who is your favorite OTP?

Anitah: Liam x MC

*Everyone looks at Pam waiting for Drammy to be said 👀*

Pam: Drammy! I'm consistent

Alicia: Ah shit ummmmmm ...

Gen: Liam x MC

Alicia: Colt x Ellie

Megs:  Poor Rashad and Leo!  Shakes her head.

Gen: They’re fine.

Alicia:  Oh!  You know what we should talk about?  Ourselves!  Our jobs, our hobbies, our favorite things - what we do when we’re not writing …

Pam:  Okay then … when I’m not writing - I work, play with my kids, I'm a brownie troop leader for my 7 year old, I fantasize about Drake Walker

Gen: Working...always working. Jobs are stupid. And I have this part time gig called a husband and two teenagers.

Anitah: Playing with my kids, being annoyed by my irl hubby and photographer on the side.

Alicia: Be a mom and all the "Mom" stuff that comes along with it..... oh and work...

Megs: And for fun?

Anitah: Photography for fun. I love taking pictures and scoping out new places to take them.

Gen: I used to crochet a lot. I taught myself to cross stitch. I like hobbies that keep me away from electronics.

Alicia: ummm good question. Write?? Crafts. Garden. I actually really didn't know how much I enjoyed it until last year.

Pam: Writing is my favorite past time currently. I also like to do arts and crafts with my kids, cooking..not baking, just to be clear...I like doing home improvement projects, painting, playing with my kids, hanging with my IRL hubs. Also, auditioning for a spot on Nailed It.

Gen: OMG! The first communion cake! It was amazing!

Megs: I should have made you make us a cake to go with this punch, Pam.  Alicia mentioned favorite things … What’s your favorite work that you have written? Feel free to answer this as a group and about your work individually.

Anitah: Definitely NOLA is one of my favorites

Alicia: Same

Gen: NOLA was amazing!

Megs:  And that stands for???  

Anitah: Oh - New Orleans! I didn’t write it but it’s still one of my favorites

Gen: Max hugging Pams feet saying, “don't take my puppy, Bertrand.”

Anitah: Omfg I forgot about that part!

Alicia: NOLA, and Never Give Up.. does rhys smirk. That I've written Amsterdam.

Pam: I loved In Another Life, Amsterdam, Harry Potter

Anitah: I liked In the Doghouse too...it was rough but...angst🤷🏼‍♀

Gen: says the queen of angst.

Pam: Yes!!! Loved Doghouse

Alicia: Ooh and Christmas. With max and the cow

Pam: I liked Naked and Afraid, but it was a bitch to write. Dates was fun too. Hawaii...the dance🤤🤤🤤

Anitah: OMG YESS 😂🤣😂😂

Alicia: the vein

Anitah: (laughing) The vein(s)

Alicia: Yes. But it was the 1st time Leos Rhys’ vein was displayed

Pam: Pony will never be the same

Alicia: Leo naked tackles me in the water

Pam: Yep....Drake’s junk over my face...🤤🤤🤤 Guys...I think I might have an oral fixation. For real.

Alicia: no shit. And i mean that it the nicest way

Pam: I need something else to do with my mouth than suck Drake’s dick

Alicia: Suck his balls?

Pam: That could work...🍊🍊

Gen: And the crazy train just went off the rails…

Megs:  LOL, well - you can find a full listing of their work now showing on the screen here.  

Anitah:  Awh, thanks Megs!  Oh!  The producers are indicating that it’s time for a commercial break.  So we’re all going to refill our drinks and then we have another surprise in store for Megs.  Megs - don’t forget to refill your drink and then join us on stage after these messages.

<Insert a commercial for the sponsor of this and all content:  Choices by Pixelberry.>

The 4 ladies and Megs are now center stage.  Everyone’s glasses have been refilled.  

Pam:  Megs, as the hosts of your show and now that you’re two glasses of purple drink in - we have some questions for you!

Gen: How did you come up with the idea to do these interviews? I think it's awesome because it really helps get to know the other people in the fandom. Oh! And what's your favorite color?

Megs:  The idea behind these interviews came from multiple conversations I had with some friends, especially @tmarie82, @lizeboredom, and @maxattack-powell.  I wanted to give back to this community but I wasn’t inspired to write fanfiction.  So I talked with them about different ways I could give back.  I wanted ways that were non-competitive and ways that I could highlight the work of a specific author or visual artist.  Multiple people mentioned how awkward it could be to reach out and start talking over tumblr but that they were always interested in process and the lives of the artists and I was like - I have no shame in asking all of the questions!  Let me ask and share what I learn.  Then I did a follower post - I think I had maybe 100 followers?  Maybe 150?  People had to enter - so I figured it was self selecting group and I did my first interview.  The Ellen saw my interview and offered me her time slot.

Oh! … and my favorite color is mint green.  

Anitah: How do you read so many fics to do your reviews? It’s amazing that you take all that time to do that and signal boost these writers to the fandom!

Megs: Awh, thanks!  The true answer is two fold.  One - tumblr mobile on my iphone.  Two - I’m a huge nerd.  I wake up and pretty much immediately start reading.  I read in line at the grocery store.  I read while waiting for the programs we use at work to switch between screens - because shit if that doesn’t sometimes take 5 minutes.  Why should I stare at the screen while the wheel of death turns when I can read a couple paragraphs about the men in my life?

Pam: How do you decide what to read? Are writers or fics recommended to you or is it just luck?

Megs:  At this point - tumblr tags probably play a larger than appropriate influence on what I read. I tend to check my notifications first and start there.  I’m a sucker for having a conversation, sharing a joke, or getting a response from another person - be in the author or another fangirl or fanboy.  I definitely take recommendations though.  And, on the off chance that I can just choose what I read, then I go through my feed and see what strikes my fancy.

Alicia: What's your favorite thing you have read so far? And what is your funniest tumblr moment?

Megs: I have no clue what my favorite thing is that I’ve read.  There is so much amazing work … but before I talk about my own funnies - I will mention two stories that had me laughing.  One is by @hellospunkiebrewster called Blackouts and Bad Decisions and let’s just say that Bertrand has a tramp stamp.  If that doesn’t make you laugh - nothing will.  The other one was published far more recently by @laniquelovewrites.  It’s called The Lion Prince and it’s inspired by The Lion King.  I thought it was so funny that I read it to my husband.  Who also thought it was funny.  Hmmmm … as for my funniest tumblr moment … it’s probably been those times when I find a way to make an author’s characters ask for what I want.  Like in this post - where I pretend Ethan and I are changing the clocks in the author’s house so that I can get the next part of the story sooner.  I mean, I think I’m funny at least.

Well ... that’s about all the tim-

Pam: Oh Megs, Megs, Megs, not so fast.  Did you think that our big surprise was asking you questions?  No, the final surprise is yet to come.

Anitah:  Yes, Megs, with the help of your amazing audience, we are going to play …

Alicia:  drum roll please …

Gen:  Never Have I Ever - CGW on the MFackenthal Show edition!

Megs:  shakes her head and smiles So … how does this work?  Like, when do I have to drink?

The four girls look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

Well?  

Pam:  You drink when we tell you to drink.

Gen:  Yeah, down what’s left of that glass and we’ll get you another!

Megs:  laughs … okay, well, I’m already buzzed … uh, can I say that on my show?  … well, kids, everyone here is old enough to drink.  Don’t drink and drive.  Everyone who has been drinking will be taking a ride-share home!

Anitah:  Okay, first question from the audience … Never have I ever been on The MFackenthal Show

Gen: this is my first time! So do I have to drink to this or not?

Pam: Looks like I'm popping my cherry!

Anitah: I’m drinking.

Alicia: 1st time… I'll drink to that!

Megan: haha, well, not as a guest … takes a drink.

Anitah:  Second question: Never have I ever fantasized about a fictional character.

Gen: Omg! Who hasn't? Because I'm thirsty. Always thirsty for my pixelated men...I mean man.

Pam: Hahahahaha...snorting and laughing hysterically. Oh..wait...you're serious?

Anitah: all the time (chugs drink)

Alicia: *Guzzles drink*

Megan: anyone who says no is lying … takes another drink

Alicia:  Never have I ever cheated on my partner.

Gen: I've never cheated on my IRL hubs. I've never cheated on Rashad either. Mr. Sinclaire doesn't count! 😂

Pam: I won't even cheat in my pixelated hubby by playing other books or romancing other LI...I believe honesty and trust are the foundation of all good relationships. STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES, ANITAH!!

Anitah: Never cheated

Alicia: NO!

Megan: Nope! I have a hard time even “playing the field” in the choices games.  If I want to see what it’s like to be with another LI, I have to do another full playthrough.  

Alicia:  Never have I ever...had sex outside.

Gen: In real life, yes I have. In CGW I haven't. So I guess that's a draw.

Pam: Yes in real life and Pixelated life.

Anitah: (laughing hysterically) Well pixelated life we know the answer to that because...kinky king. And real life, yes.

Alicia: IRL yep. CGW Yup!

Megan: Indeed I have.

Gen: Never have I ever Given a blow job in public like Pam.

Gen: (hides face) yes. More times than I care to admit.

Pam: laughs...yea let's just say my hubby enjoyed one of the star wars movies intimately.

Anitah: eyes wide as she chugs her drink

Alicia: takes a drink silently

Megan:  *takes a big drink* shaking her head from side to side

Gen: Never have I ever said your fictional husbands name in a moment of passion?  ... No. Thought about during a moment of passion? All the time. Do NOT tell my husband.

Pam: In my head? Over and over and over...lol. I did however call my husband Drake once, just in passing. He was less than pleased.

Anitah: Not in a moment of passion but I have absolutely thought about it. I did however call my 3 year old son, who’s name starts with L, Liam, and he proceeded to correct me with his full name while giving me the stink eye.

Alicia: no. Have I thought about it…. Hehehehe

Megan: No. If I had, I’d never hear the end of it.

Pam:  Get to drinking, Megs!  Next question from the audience, never have I ever tried to see how many marshmallows can fit into my mouth.

Gen: Marshmallows, saltines, cinnamon - this was bad. Really bad.

Pam: can't say I have!

Anitah: I sure did.

Alicia: no, I have not

Megan: Marshmallows make me feel sick to my stomach. I tend to claim I’m allergic to them, even though I’m fairly sure that would mean I’m allergic to sugar.  LOL

Pam: Never have I ever given someone a lap dance/received a lap dance

Gen: not in public…

Pam: Oh I've been to A LOT of bachelorette parties..so yep!

Anitah: Yes!

Alicia: sorta

Megan: Yes … my husband does this dance to Brittney’s toxic … Give me one of those questions. Takes a set of note cards from Pam and flips through them.  Okay ... Never have I ever broken a bone.

Gen: I've never broken a bone! Yes I'm proud of that!

Pam: Nope!

Anitah: knock on wood - no I haven’t.

Alicia: I have not!! Even though I am an absolute klutz.

Megan: I haven’t either!  Which is amazing because I have fallen out of a tree - totally sober, btw.

Anitah:  Drink up, Megs!

Megs: finishes her drink … Okay, never have I ever told my real life husband/partner about my pixelated hubby.

Gen: No, he already thinks I don't love him. This would prove it.

Pam: Yep! My hubby is actually super supportive. He has helped me plot a few fics...the Drake and Pam chocolate wax disaster was made exponentially better by his suggestions. He is known as our cinnamon roll and Gen wrote him into a fic as owning a cinnamon roll shop..LOL. When Drake and I eloped, I made him call me Mrs. Walker the entire weekend and would not respond to any other names. I'm such an asshole

Anitah: (laughing) No way! He knows nothing! He doesn’t know about choices or that I’m in love with a pixelated man. He doesn’t know about tumblr or that I write. No one I know in real life knows anything about this. It’s like...my dirty little secret.

Alicia: yes and no. He does know about choices, he does know about Leo.. he does not know my level of infatuation with him.

Megs:  Yup!  My husband often asks “are you playing your stories?”

~~~~~later~~~~~

Megs:  lifting her head off the armrest of the couch and blinking her eyes open hhhhhuh?  Where …?  Ooooh, my head is killing me … How is my studio back to how it looked before?  Was that a dream?  Megs gets up and pads over to her on-stage desk where she picks up a note and reads aloud, “You passed out shortly after our game.  We partied hard with your audience and then put your studio back together.  Whenever you want to do this again - let us know.  I’ll steal the jet.  Luv, CGW!”

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[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

Just a Tease

A/N: Apparently the Seven Deadly Sins au is the only thing I have motivation to write atm. You can read the first fic in this au here, and the fic @robanilla wrote for it here! Also @broadwaytheanimatedseries is gonna have a fic that is a sequel to this one, I’ll link that here when it’s posted!

Warnings: implied sexual content, flirting, teasing, food mention, kissing, swearing

Greed was… frustrated, to say the least. It wasn’t the usual frustration he felt with his colleagues, unfortunately. No, he wished it was the disappointment and exasperation he felt at his fellow demons’ failures to ensnare humanity. He would have much preferred that to this burning, flaming frustration he currently felt. A part of him wondered if this was how Wrath felt all the time… but that was a query for later.

The source of this frustration? Lust. The tall demon was far too gorgeous for his own good, and his recent behavior hadn’t been helping much.

It had started when Greed had just arrived at the manor, before the meeting had started. He had given a curt nod to the Gatekeeper, then headed into the parlor. Greed was about to head to his seat at the table, but a figure suddenly materialized just behind him.

“Oh… I’m sorry, I’m afraid I didn’t see you there,” a voice purred, their breath ghosting against his neck and shooting shivers down his spine.

Greed opened his mouth to retort, but a hand trailed across his lower back as the figure moved past him, causing a sharp gasp to escape him instead. The figure was, of course, Lust, and he winked at Greed as he sauntered to his seat.

“Something wrong there, Greed?” Envy teased as he walked in, taking his usual seat.

“I’m fine,” Greed replied with a slight snarl to his voice.

“Is that so? Wrath must be spreading her influence again,” Pride snarked as she took her seat.

“No, this isn’t me this time!” Wrath protested as she stalked over to her seat beside Lust.

“Hmm… well this seems a touch more intense than his usual seething disappointment in us,” Sloth drawled, having materialized in his chair.

“He’s probably such a grumpy gus cause he skipped breakfast! I’m telling you dude, most important meal of the day,” Gluttony teased from the doorway.

“Just sit down so we can start the meeting,” Greed seethed.

“Whatever you say, bossman. But I did bring something that I think will cure your hangry mood,” Gluttony said as he sat down.

“Oh?” Greed asked, arching one eyebrow as he took his place at the head of the table. Gluttony smirked, and with a wave of his hand, a plate of cookies appeared. The table was sent into a confused silence, varying degrees of bewilderment on each demon’s face, except for Gluttony who was grinning smugly.

“Are those… chocolate chip?” Envy asked.

“Nope, they’re dark chocolate chip,” Gluttony replied, grin growing wider.

“Ugh.”

“Well if you don’t want one, guess there’s just more for the rest-”

“Shut UP and give me a cookie,” Envy scowled. The table erupt into laughter, and each demon reached forward to take a cookie from the plate.

Greed was about to retrieve his own share of the cookies, when Lust leaned across the table, ending up tantalizingly close to Greed. There was no need for Lust to lean across the table like that, his tall and rather lanky form would have been able to reach the cookies just fine if he were sitting normally, but no! He had to stretch over right into Greed’s personal space, almost leaning against him, but the barest amount of space between them. This distance between them seemed to light fire in Greed’s veins, and he was torn between shoving the other demon away or pulling him closer so that he could touch and take-

Lust suddenly moved away, and Greed’s face flushed ever so slightly and his eyes widened at where his last train of thought was heading. He quickly glanced around the table and was relieved to see that no one else seemed to notice his flustered expression- except for Pride, who was smirking at him knowingly. Greed glared at her and snatched up a cookie, munching it angrily.

“See? Much better,” Gluttony said, grinning. Greed rolled his eyes, but continued eating the cookie anyway. Gluttony was a fantastic baker.

“Mmm… Gluttony, these are exquisite. I’d say the only thing more exquisite than them is you,” Lust cooed. Greed felt something snap inside of him, but he kept his expression neutral. The only sign that something was amiss was that the shadows flickered dangerously behind him.

“Oh, stop it you,” Gluttony laughed, waving his hand dismissively.

“I only speak the truth!” Lust replied with a wink, and Greed’s mouth set in a firm line. He wasn’t sure why he was feeling this way, Lust was just a tease! He flirted with everyone, it was how he worked. Besides, there wasn’t anything between them. There was no reason to feel jealous- not that he was jealous! But that didn’t stop Envy from raising an eyebrow at him.

“Wonderful, we’ve all had cookies, let’s move on,” Greed growled, before anyone could comment on his behavior. For once, no one protested or had a snide remark, and the meeting could begin.

The meeting continued without a hitch… for Lust, at least. Throughout the meeting, he would find ways to brush up against Greed with the lightest of touches, or talk in his low voice that set mortal hearts ablaze. But despite this, Lust hardly got any reaction from the other demon. Sure, there was the sharp intake of breath, the way his eyes would widen, and of course the gorgeous shade of pink his cheeks would turn, but besides that? Nothing. No indication that he was having an affect on him.

With the meeting over, Lust began to rise from his seat like the others were, but Greed sent a glare his way, a silent demand to stay put. He sank back into his chair, trying not to let a smug expression take over his face. Greed seemed pleased by this, and turned to bid the others farewell. Lust smirked. Perhaps he had succeeded after all.

“Have fun with that, I’ve sensed the frustration coming off of him all night,” Wrath muttered as she rose from her seat.

“Yeah, I’ve sensed some jealousy from him too. It was nice knowing ya, buddy,” Envy chimed in, before turning on his heel and leaving the parlor.

“Ignore them, they’re probably being dramatic. Probably. You can never tell with Greed,” Sloth advised, before vanishing into thin air.

Soon Pride and Gluttony left as well, leaving Lust and Greed the only two demons left in the parlor. Greed had his back to him, and not that Lust wasn’t enjoying the view, but he was concerned with how quiet the other demon was. That is, until he turned around and he saw the blazing fire in his eyes.

“Get up,” Greed growled.

“Make me,” Lust challenged with a smirk. Greed scowled, storming over to him and grabbing a fistful of his hoodie, pulling him up into a fierce kiss. Lust groaned into the kiss, and he could feel the shiver that ran through Greed’s body. He smirked against his mouth, and rose up from his seat, forcing the other demon to stumble backwards. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled Greed flush against his body, causing him to let out a muffled yelp against his lips.

After a moment or two, Lust pulled away, grinning madly. Greed let out a whine, his mouth quickly snapping shut after, embarrassed at the sound. This only caused Lust’s grin to grow wider.

“Mmm, I like a man who takes what he wants,” he purred, leaning down and mouthing along his neck. Greed let out a gasping cry, but it soon morphed into a growl as he pushed Lust forward. The tall demon stumbled back, momentarily afraid that he had done something wrong, but then Greed was pressing him against the wall, capturing his lips in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. One of Lust’s hands clutched the back of his leather jacket, while the other hand skimmed down his back, traveling lower-

Greed let out an uncharacteristic squeak, and Lust pulled away to grin wolfishly at him. His face was flushed and he was panting heavily- he had never been more gorgeous. And as Greed pulled him into another fierce kiss, Lust realized something. He was in love. Fuck.

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[roseamongroses]

Antithesis (4): “these are a few of my favorite things”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri.

He’s hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn’t like he’s complaining. Dmitri’s cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.

–Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content,  implied emotional abuse, Cursing[Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men[Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

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Rem: im sorry patton but no, absolutely not, unfriended, blocked, deleted

Patton: :( But I’m right tho

Rem: the day i accept that is the day i wilingingly give up my crop tops for a sensible polo shirts, cargo shorts, boat shoes, and white socks

Ro: patton hon is he being mean? do i need to get rid of him?

Rem: IVE KNOWN YOU LONGER, SINCE WE WERE BUT BABS , I SHOULD BE HIGHER ON THAT PRIORITY LIST BUCKO

Rem: plus you wont be all knight in shining armor once you find out patton thinks flordia is apart of the south (™)

Ro: …..

Ro: patton you’re blocked.

Patt: D:

V: sorry im never anti patton, you fake friend

V:I mean he’s not technically wrong?

V: the redneck culture does exist here, we have relatively similar dialects, similar weather

Patt: !!!!

Ro: patt the day i actually block you is the day the moon does like it does in umbrella academy, but v you’re on thin fucking ice

V: bitch i broke the ice years ago, you only unblocked me cause mom told you to

Rem: spOILERS

Ro: shhhh

Ro: and the GRACE PERIOD WAS OVER LAST YEAR YOU OLD MAN

Rem: I TAKE MY TIME OK

Ro: excuses excuses

V: so im assuming i won this arguement for patt right?

Ro: no. and like legit v that only applies to like,,,,parts of flordia,,,the northern part mainly but like only parts

Ro: flordia might be similar but like,,,,it's historically, culturally, geographically, and politically different then other states that are called southern states,,, t

Ro: just asked a southern boy bout it he said, “fuck no, it's a spanish colony,”

V:what about Texas huH

Ro: Texas was a whole ass country at one point, texas still acts like it’s a country, Texas is whatever Texas wants to be

V: I wish I could annex myself from this class work

Lo: God, mood.

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“Oh, I could kiss you,” Roman said, as soon as Dmitri turned around to hand him the icecream cone. The stand was small, the old lady running it, giving them a cheerful goodbye.

When Dmitri said the museum wasn’t stuffy, it was quite literally outside. Seashell decorated pathways stretched and weaved through elaborate gardens.

Everywhere was a sight to behold, from the blossom of flowers dripping every color imaginable to trees that might as well have been sprawling giants, often dipping into the path way in a tangled, ivies creeping up it's weathered branches. In the midsts of it all, sculptures were effortlessly woven into the park, abstract student projects and places of memory creating almost a cohesive story amongst the beautiful chaos.

“Dee, when I said take me anywhere,” Roman licked his ice cream greedily, “I thought we’d go to like a starbucks- not a park more attractive than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“So the way to your heart is food and pretty things?” Dmitri smiled.

“You bet your ass it is,” Roman said, leading them down a trail with less people, “My first crush was on this dude who gave me a seashell, I went home and told Momma and Mom I wanted marriage.”

Dmitri sipped his own water, “Do you still have it?”

“Of course, it was a gift, ” Roman hummed, “‘Bout cried when I got it,” He looked up to see Dmitri staring at him, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Dmitri didn’t look away, “No, you just don’t have the right to be so fuckin’ adorable.” He said as if fact.

“How is me being a a hoarding goblin adorable?” Roman said, suddenly very conscious that he did not in fact want Dmitri to stop looking at him, but also very much aware that he might combust if Dmitri didn’t stop.

“Huh, are you embarrassed again?” Dmitri laughed, voice pleasant. “My aunt never keeps anything I gave her, it’s nice that you do...” He explained.

“Oh.”

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<3BestofMoms<3: Ro, do we need anything at the store?

R: v sent a list through notes this morning

<3BestofMoms<3: Okay, found it, thanks <3

R: np <3

<3BestofMoms<3: Are you going to be back for dinner or is that boy gunna be hogging you all day? I'm not quite sure he has earned the gift that is all day roman time

R:mommmm

<3BestofMoms<3: :)

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As the sun stretched across the sky, the two had wandered into the more shadowed parts of the park. Roman’s initial giddiness slipping in a more lethargic satisfaction as he explored as much as he could, Dmitri’s eagerness to show him around and introduce him to the park’s employees hardly faltering.

Dmitri glanced at the time, “You ready to head back?”

Roman was crouched, admiring the tiny statues of walking fish, “No, I want to live here,” he said, “But why? Does she need you to do something?” He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he stood up, because dammit, clothes are hard and the sun is hot, okay?

“No, she thinks I’m studying for a class I told her I dropped, ” He said, “You just seem tired.”

“I am no--” Roman scrunched his nose, “The fuck, Dmitri, I am tired.” he narrowed his eyes, “How did you know that, I didn’t even know that.”

Dmtir made a show of looking Roman up and down, “I just knew,” He did not elaborate, and Roman made a sound that was vaguely alarmed in nature.

“V was right, you’re the worst, won’t even teach me your fancy magic tricks,” Roman grumbled, taking Dmitri's hand, and tucking himself under their arm.

“Somebody's grumpy, you sure you don’t want me to take you home?”

“I’m sure,” Roman, swayed a bit, “We don’t even need to stay here...”

He sighed, “I don’t know you seem pretty….”

“Dm-itri,” Roman murmured slow, with a half smile, and Dmitri’s mouth dried.

“Roman…”

“Please?”

“You’re practically falling over yourself,” Dmitri said, “You know we can always come back?”

Roman’s eyes perked up at that, “It's a date.” he said, and Dmitri couldn’t stop himself from flushing and looking away. 

He liked that a bit too much.

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My Heart Soars

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~Summary: Logan and Patton have been internet friends since they  were 14, and after dating for years, they decide to get married,  planning to meet each other in real life for the first time as they  stand at the altar together. ~Special thanks to @crownedsharko for helping me with this fic. ~A/N: This fic has been so much fun to write and see everyone's reactions to! I won't be able to keep up the whole 'updating once every week' thing after this week because the school year is starting for me and I don't think I'll be able to update weekly. (not to mention I have Serious writers block on the next chapter of Messages From A Stranger) Read it on AO3 Ship(s): Logicality Rating: T Word Count: 962 Warnings: hospitals, amnesia, memory loss (trigger warnings are chapter-specific) ~Tag List: @artisticlnsomniac @professional-fangirl75 @insert-epic-blogger-name-here @juni-raptor @moonstone-fox @mythicalquill @thethirteenthplanet @trashypansexual @ab-artist @anxiety-overthetop @dead4sevenyears @freepaperie081 @hi-disappointed-im-daughter @lienlovesshadowhunters @mariniacipher @nerd-in-space @sassy-and-messy @zaidiashipper

Chapter 9: Patton Meets Logan

A pinching pressure on his finger woke Patton from his slumber. Frowning slightly, he fumbled with the device on his hand, pushing it off completely before closing his eyes, and beginning to drift off to sleep again.

~*~

The feeling of tears on his skin and a force gripping his hand woke Patton again. As he slowly blinked awake he processed the presence of a handsome stranger sobbing next to him. Somewhere in Patton’s mind he registered the stranger’s voice as a familiar sound- but he wasn’t sure why.

“Um, hi,” Patton greeted, still waking up

The stranger’s head shot up and they stared at Patton with hopeful but disbelieving eyes, “Oh thank God you’re alive! I was terrified I’d lost you again.”

“What do you mean?” Patton asked as the other cried into his hand.

“Th- the pulse oximeter, the beeping machine that shows your pulse, it went flat. I- I thought,” the stranger stopped themself on a sob.

Patton tilted his head in confusion, “Oh, was that the thing that was pinching my finger? I took it off cause it was annoying me. Sorry to scare you like that.”

The stranger chuckled through their tears, “I’m just so glad you’re alive, Patton.”

Patton’s mind was barely able to recognize the name as his own, “Patton… yeah, that’s my name.”

The other looked at Patton in confusion mixed with nervous laughter, “Yes,, and I’m Logan.”

“Logan…” Patton mused, “Your name sounds familiar, do I know you? Sorry, I’m terrible with names and faces.”

Logan froze, his eyes widening in fear, “P-Patton… if this is a joke it isn’t funny... please.”

Patton sincerely apologized, “I’m sorry, I can’t think of how I know you.”

Tears spilled from Logan’s eyes, he couldn’t lose Patton, not again. He had to make him remember, “Do you know how you ended up in the hospital?” his voice was shaking, but he was fighting to keep himself together.

“Um…” Patton thought for a moment, “There was… a plane. And,” Patton looked at his body and examined all the injuries he had, trying to put something together, “I must have been hurt pretty badly to end up in the hospital, I’m guessing it was a plane crash?”

Logan nodded, “Do you think you might have hit your head during the crash? Could you have possibly lost some memory?” he was trying to remain neutral in the things he was suggesting, not telling Patton anything specifically- he needed Patton to remember on his own.

“Well…” Patton tried to recall his memories, but he realized his mind was blank. He sighed, “I think I might have,, but I don’t want to forget the person that I was! Or, am!”

“I know, I don’t want you to forget who you are either, Patton,” Logan was frantic, though he hid it well. He needed to show Patton something, do something that would help him remember. He spotted Patton’s engagement ring on a tray, it must have been taken off before his surgery. Logan grabbed the ring and hid it in his hand before adjusting Patton’s hospital bed slowly.

Patton was a little surprised at the sudden movement, “Logan, what are you doing?”

“I’m adjusting your hospital bed so you will be able to see me when I do something in a bit.”

“O,,kay??” Patton was a bit confused, then Logan stood before him, hands behind his back.

“Patton, I’m going to attempt to reenact a moment that I hope will spark your memory.”

“Alrighty then,” Patton gave Logan a confused look as he saw him kneel to the ground before him, but a memory flashed in his mind as Logan began to speak.

Logan took in a breath as he pulled out the ring from behind his back, “Patton Sanders, you are the most important person to me, and I love you with all my heart, I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you’ll let me. Patton Sanders, will you-”

“Wait! You didn’t have the ring in your hand when you proposed to me, Logan! You sent it to me and asked me to open the package before you began your speech…” Patton realized he what he’d said, “oh my gosh… you’re gonna be my husband?!” he gasped, more in shock at remembering than disbelief.

Tears brimmed at Logan’s eyes, and he smiled as he set the ring back on the tray, “Yes, and you’re going to be my husband. I’m so happy you remember, love,” tears streamed down Logan’s face as he sobbed in relief. For right now, the love of his life was alive and with him. And that’s all he ever wanted.

Patton smiled sadly at Logan, lightly tugging him closer by his arms and gently wiping the tears off Logan’s face. After a moment of staring into each other's eyes, Patton cupped Logan’s face and pulled him in for their first kiss.

If Patton thought Logan’s proposal made his heart beat fast, that was nothing compared to this, the soft touch of their lips warmed his chest and brought the widest smile to his face.

Logan pulled away shortly, smiling, “I wanted to kiss you longer but the pulse oximeter started beeping faster than the average heart rate, I didn’t want to cause you any further health problems.”

Patton smiled, running a thumb over Logan’s cheek, “Well, what can I say? When I’m with you, my heart soars.”

Logan chuckled nervously, “I think, at least for a good while, you’ve done enough soaring, my heart. Right now I’m happy just to be with you.”

"I'm happy to be with you too," Patton smiled and kissed Logan’s nose, making him blush before he moved closer and the two connected their lips again.

~The End~

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(Im sorry if i sent too many!! I was on a roll and love this idea of child!verge) On yeah, Logan teaching virgil things. Like just simple words and such. Mess about with Rubik's cubes and reading. More then once Patton found them cuddled up with a book nearby. Patton teaching verge how to eat. Jes a fussy baby, but Patton's actions and noises are too funny. Roman teaching him to write and draw. He makes all the cute pictures to stick on the fridge and makes princely v proud.

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The longer Virgil was a child the more frustrated, and worried Logan became. Physically Virgil stayed the same, but mentally he seemed to keep regressing. Logan felt like Virgil himself panicking, and jumping to conclusions. He needed to discuss this with the other two elder sides so while Virgil napped in his room Logan called them to the common room.

“What’s up with you, nerd?”

Logan sighed, and pulled at his hair as he desperately tried to resist his urge to strangle the prince.

“What’s up is you, and your ridiculous fantasy world getting us into this mess!”

Roman sighed, and sat next to Logan.

“Logan, I am working on fixing it, okay? I can only do so much.”

Logan groaned, and stood up so suddenly it startled the other two.

“And what if you’re too late? Virgil seems to be regressing more and more the longer he’s a child. His speech has become far more baby like. I’ve had to remind him what simple words mean, and read to him more often. Yes, I’ve read to him when he was an adult, but he hardly understands anything! What if he’s stuck like this, Roman?! Ever think about that being a possibility?!”

Roman stood up, and faced the panicked side.

“Geez, Logan. Calm down. You of all people should know that ‘what ifs’ are not helpful in these situations.”

Logan chewed his lip nervously, and looked at Roman. He wasn’t sure why, but there were tears forming in his eyes, and he felt incredibly stupid.

“You.. are correct. I.. I apologize. Just.. keep trying. We need Virgil back.”

Roman’s harsh demeanor immediately crumbled at the sight of the usually put together side so distraught. He reached out to hug him, but stopped himself.

“Logan… I am doing everything in my power to get him back. Just.. keep teaching him things. I’ll go back to my dream world now. Everything will be okay.”

Logan sighed, and wiped his eyes under his glasses.

“Yes, well, go on then. I will wait for Virgil to wake up, and continue the lesson I’ve made for him.”

As if on cue a tiny sleepy voice spoke up behind them.

“I don wanna do more learny things.”

Patton, and Roman giggled at the adorableness despite Logan’s increasing frustration.

“We’ll do something easy today, okay? Come on.”

Logan walked over to the very sleepy Virgil, and picked him up. Virgil immediately nuzzled his face into Logan’s neck, and yawned. Logan sighed, and sat at the dining room table placing Virgil in his lap.

“Look, Verge. We can read some of these books. They’re easy.”

Virgil glared at the books then at the other sides that were staring at him adoringly.

“No.”

Roman chuckled, and muttered a “good luck” as he sunk down. Patton smiled at them then sunk down to his own room. Logan muttered indignantly to himself which made Virgil giggle.

“Oh yeah my pain is so funny to you isn’t it?”

Virgil nodded, and grinned at him. Something that was quite rare for him to do even when in child form. Logan couldn’t help smiling.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable, Virgil.”

Once the word “adorable” left Logan’s mouth Virgil stopped giggling, and glared at Logan. Logan merely chuckled, and opened one of the books on the table. Which he’s come to learn was one of child Virgil’s favorites. Moonlight: The Halloween Cat.

“Think you can read the first line for me?”

Virgil took a moment to scan the words on the page then softly read aloud, “M-Moonlight loves the night. I-It is her favorite time..”

Logan proudly beamed at Virgil, and urged him to continue.

Once Virgil finished the whole book, with a bit of Logan’s help, he yawned while rubbing his eyes tiredly. Logan chuckled, and grabbed another book as he stood up.

“Still tired?”

Virgil nodded, and curled up to Logan with his thumb in his mouth. Logan silently chided himself for finding this so adorable as he moved to lay on the couch. Once he got them in a comfortable position, with Virgil laying on top of him curled up against his chest, he pulled Virgil’s thumb out of his mouth earning a small whine.

“Thumb sucking isn’t healthy, Virgil. Now let’s read one more book, and then you can sleep, okay? I suppose we can just work on improving your hand-eye coordination another time.”

Virgil nodded sleepily, and mumbled something Logan couldn’t understand.

“What was that?”

“You rwead to me. I too sweepy.”

Logan’s heart swelled, but he chose to ignore it as he opened the book to begin reading.

About five minutes later Virgil was asleep, and Logan found himself drifting off as well. He tried to fight it off, but he was warm & content with Virgil in his arms so he let his exhaustion consume him.

Some time later Patton popped back up into the common room to find Logan, and Virgil curled up together still sleeping with a children’s book long forgotten, and abandoned on the floor. He tried really hard to contain his squeals, and used his phone to snap some pictures. There was no way he was letting this be forgotten. It was too cute.

The next day Logan decided it was Patton’s turn to teach Virgil something.

“Patton your child is a ridiculously messy eater. That’s child, and adult Virgil. I’ve been teaching him things related to cognitive thinking. You, being the father figure, should be teaching him proper etiquette.”

Patton couldn’t help giggling at the thought of his child always making big messes, but nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, okay I can do that, teach!”

So, come dinner time, Patton placed Virgil into his lap so he could help him.

“Look, Verge this is a fork. Or a dinglehopper like in the Little Mermaid! But we don’t brush our hair with it. It helps us eat! Try it.”

Virgil scowled at the tiny fork in his hand then smirked as he realized exactly what Patton was trying to do. He calmly placed the fork down, and picked his food up with his hands as he smugly stated a simple, “No.”

Logan, and Patton sighed as Roman giggled like an idiot.

“What if we do it like this, kiddo?”

Patton took the fork, scooped some food up, and started making airplane noises as he moved it towards Virgil’s mouth. Virgil tried to lean away from Patton as much as he could without falling off his lap.

Virgil whined, “Nooooo!” but Patton sounded ridiculous so he couldn’t help letting a few giggles escape. Patton giggled along with him, and gave up trying to feed him.

“Alright, kiddo. We’ll work on this tomorrow at breakfast. Just eat.”

Logan groaned, and frowned disapprovingly at Patton. Virgil smirked evilly at the logical side. Logan narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously. Patton noticed this so he looked at Virgil to see what Logan was so suspicious about, but Virgil immediately turned his smirk to an innocent smile.

Patton shrugged, and let it go. Roman giggled to himself some more as he secretly observed everything.

After dinner Roman scooped Virgil up, ignoring his protests, and brought him to his room.

“Sorry, Verge, but I wanted to help you with something!”

Virgil scowled at the prince, but said nothing silently urging him to explain.

“So, Logan told me about your paint incident, and while it sounded like an adorable incident you really shouldn’t do it again. So! I’m going to teach you how to draw, and paint neatly!”

Virgil shrugged so Roman took that as an okay, and set him in his desk chair. He then went over to his closet, and pulled out his art supplies.

“Do you want to use crayons or paint first?”

Virgil paused to think then made grabby hands for the big pack of crayons.

“Cwayons.”

Roman smiled, and set the crayons down next to the mini sketchbook he gave Virgil.

“Think you can draw a cat for me, Verge?”

Virgil nodded, and immediately pulled the black crayon out then focused on his task.

Roman watched intently until he noticed Virgil shift around uncomfortably. So, to make Virgil more comfortable Roman pulled up another chair, and pulled out his own sketchbook to start drawing with him. He didn’t miss the adorable little grateful smile Virgil tried to hide.

About five minutes later Virgil set his crayon down, and hid his drawing against his chest. Roman paused his own drawing, and turned to face Virgil.

“May I see the little artist’s masterpiece?”

Virgil blushed profusely, and reluctantly shoved the sketchbook into Roman’s hands. Roman chuckled then gasped once he turned it over.

“Aw, Verge. This is amazing! I like his purple eyes, and plaid patches. Is it supposed to be you? His fur looks like your hoodie.”

Virgil shrugged as he blushed more at the compliments.

“N-No, I-I just like the design, and I th-thought it’d look cool on a cat.”

Suddenly a light bulb went off in Roman’s head.

“Give me.. one moment, Verge.”

Roman looked thoughtful for a moment, confusing Virgil, then snapped his fingers. A cat plushy that looked similar to Virgil’s drawing appeared in his hands. He smirked proudly at his little creation, and handed it to Virgil.

“There now he or she is real.”

Virgil hid his smile by quickly tackle hugging Roman, and burying his face into his chest. Roman chuckled, and held him for a little while.

The two spent the rest of the evening drawing, and painting. Roman of course making sure Virgil didn’t make a giant mess which he was surprisingly successful in doing.

Eventually Virgil started to become sleepy so Roman picked him up, and sunk down to his own room to put him down for bed.

He read him a quick bedtime story then placed the cat plushy, which he called Cat Skellington, in his arms. He left once Patton came in to tuck him in, and say good night.

Once Roman returned to his room he cleaned up the art supplies then climbed into his own bed, and fell asleep as he thought of more ways he could potentially get their normal Virgil back.

The next day Roman picked Virgil up so he could place his drawings on the fridge right next to the paintings he previously made a mess with that Patton proudly put there.

After trying to ignore Roman’s proud praises while hiding his blush Virgil let Patton help him eat his breakfast properly.

Logan smiled, feeling his heart swell with pride, as he watched all of this unfold before him. They really needed normal Virgil back before things got any worse, but in the moment this all felt okay.

~

child!Virgil will be the death of me he’s just so freakin adorably chaotic

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis(14): “do i rlly need to explain my gripes”

[Specific-Summary]: With senior year approaching, some stresses are inevitable, and they’re certainly not looking forward to them, but for now it’s summer and it’s okay to breathe a little while longer.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing  

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14)

D:Guess who finally got their phone/ keys back

R: !!!!

R: you good tho?? I mean what’s going on over there

D: I’m fine she just did the usual

R: that R: that is not any better

D: Probably but predictable is better then unpredictable D: that bs aside I missed your birthday

R: it's chillll

D: No it isn’t D: I’ll make it up to you

R: you don t n e e d t o i t wa sn t y o u r f a u l t

D: It kinda was

R: nope nope nope R: my birthday gift from you is you /not/ feeling guilty about it

D: I’m not too sure about that D: plus I’ve already painted you something so

R: <3 R: still i’ve defended your honor this entire time R: virgil was preped to kill you the first week tbh

D: why?

R: idk R: but he’s always??? worried you might ditch me ??? R: like???as if id let you do that???

D: I wouldn’t ditch you.

R: I know R: im emphasising my point for the overprotective ASSHOLE reading this over my shoulders R: anyway hows the wedding planning

D:she said I’d go to hell, I didn’t know it would be so soon

---

“You got a girlfriend?”

Dmitri flinched, turning off his phone, “Uh--,” he swallowed, forcing himself not to squirm under Dr. Montag’s gaze, “--Something like that…” His face burned, and he hoped his hair was enough to hide his face.

Dr. Montag raised an eyebrow, “You’re not doing anything inappropriate right?” he said, with a tone of authority that all adults seem to feel entitled to, “I know I’m not your dad, but…” He placed the jars of pasta sauce in the cart.

“You’re not--” Dmitri winced, “I mean--I’m not. Doing anything inappropriate, that is.” a bile rested in his throat and he smiled, “It’s just a...friend.”

He scanned his shopping list, “Friend?” he said, doubtful. Dmitri’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to take that, “It isn’t that-uh Nate? Is it? I’ve seen his lot plenty of times at my office And while those kids seem fun at first--” he shuddered, “Trust me I could’ve done without some of those memories.”

Dmitri, scanned the overtly expensive noodles, “No it’s not Nate.”

“Diana then?” Dr. Montag listed, “She seems like a nice girl, your Aunt says that your close.”

“We were…” Dmitri shrugged, “We hardly have any classes together so I hardly see her anymore,”

Dr. Montag frowned, as if he caught the lie too, “Well whoever she is... you’re free to invite her along. I’m sure your aunt won’t mi….your aunt doesn’t have to know, ” he corrected, in a way that was much too nice, “I know Patty wants us to bond before the wedding, but I know your at the age where the last thing you’d want to do is hanging out with some old-man. So invite your ‘friend’ if you want, I’d love to meet her,” Too-fucking-nice.

“Uh,” Dmitri’s brain short circuited, unable to shake his unease, “Uh-Sorry no,” he shook his head, feeling his phonrre buzz again, “They wouldn’t want…”

He couldn’t imagine it, really.

Introducing Roman as his boyfriend, correcting people--casually bringing Roman up in conversation without feeling the room tense and conversation abruptly change. Changing his wallpaper to him and Roman --holding hands in public without feeling watched--kissing without needing to check and double check--. Changing the pronouns to he, him, his.

That was a lie. He has imagined it, he thought he had it, and he really fucking wants it again.

---

SipsipSipin:you ever like,,,,,,,think,,,,

HotNReady: rarely

SipSipSipin: i know i know SipSipSipin: bear with me babe

SipSipSipin: but like it's fuckin weird

SipSipSipin: we’re going to be s e ni or s

SipSipSipin: i can finally get the hell away from my dad SipSipSipin: but like i probably cant even move from this fuckin state

HotNReady: i mean we’re gunna be in the same boat

SipSipSipin: no we???arent???

SipSipSipin: youre gunna have colleges licking your boots wtf

HotNReady: ye but like,,,out of state is /expensive/

SipSipSipin: bitch

HotNReady: what im right HotNReady: im foolish not a fool

SipSipSipin: did you even l o o k

HotNReady:...no

SipSipSipin: how the fuck am i suppose to angst properly SipSipSipin: about you leaving if you arent even going far

SipSipSipin: i cant work in these conditions

HotNReady: oh is that why youve been so clingy

SipSipSipin: ... SipSipSipin: pot/kettle

HotNReadY: THATS MY BRANDING STEP OFF

SipSipSipin: you literally refused to leave virgils side for like ⅓ of our friendship

HotNReady: i was a very small child ok

SipSipSipin: yall were the same size

HotNReady:you cant call me out like this

SipSipSipin: sounds fake but really

SipSipSipin: you havent even /looked/ into out of state colleges??? SipSipSipin: really???cause i dont believe it

HotNReady:uh,,,,,I mean like,,,,,

HotNReady: I may have Looked a little

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