#so thanks for the accidental distraction from how anxious I am about this presentation thing :')))
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haikyuuhoo · 4 years ago
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Habits
Pairing: Akaashi x Reader
Summary: In which Akaashi has a couple of habits you find extremely endearing.
Words: 2.7k
Warnings: Just extremely rushed writing so this might not be great.
A/N: Have a lil fluffy Akaashi fic I wrote instead of doing my reading for class today :) My excuse is that this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away.
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Akaashi had two habits you picked up on very early—before the two of you even really knew each other.
The first was that he had this cute little way he played with his fingers when he got anxious. You'd seen him do it in a number of situations: when he was waiting in line at the campus café deciding what to order, when he stood in the kitchen at the few parties you'd spotted him at, and right before he was about to give a presentation. Another thing you noticed, though, was that it was shockingly easy for him to switch it off as if nothing was bothering him. When he approached the counter, he told the barista his order as if it was the same thing he got every time. When his friends approached him at the party, he would give them a gentle smile and allow them to push a drink into his hand. When he stood in front of the class he immediately stood straight and set his shoulders back, exuding a confidence that you could only dream of having while he gave his analysis of whatever book you'd all just read for your literature class.
Akaashi Keiji was never one to express his emotions openly, always coming off as stoic or like he couldn't be bothered to really tell people what he was thinking. But you knew better.
When you leaned your chin on your palm, watching Akaashi give his presentation at the front of the lecture hall, you could tell there was more going on in that pretty head of his. Honestly, you weren't even paying attention to what he was saying. You were studying him, trying to see if there was any millisecond where he let something other than strict professionalism shine through. But you didn't see anything, and it made you frown a bit as he came to the conclusion of his presentation.
When he finished, he thanked the class and let a small smile settle on his lips. It made warmth bloom in your chest, and you couldn't help but smile in return.
Not like he noticed. You were pretty sure he didn't even know who you were.
That was your first year of college, and you honestly didn't expect to be in many—if any—more classes with Akaashi. It was just a gen ed class, after all.
In your third year, however, you were in another class with him. You’d noticed him on the first day. You remembered from your first year that he was always early to class, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when your gaze immediately found him sitting in the middle of the rows of seats as you walked in. You instantly felt your heart rate pick up, and you honestly found it to be a bit embarrassing. You made your way to a seat a few rows behind Akaashi and settled in. Did you still have a stupid crush on this guy who you’d barely spoken a word to two years later?
Yeah, you did. How could you be anything other than enamoured with Akaashi Keiji?
The class, sadly, was a lecture with over one hundred students, so aside from looking at the back of his head, you didn’t really see much of him. It made your heart sink.
The second habit Akaashi had was one you had picked up on your first year as well, but you didn’t really see it in full swing until you noticed him frequenting the library even more than you usually did.
Akaashi Keiji was an overthinker.
Sitting behind him, you could always see the bright red A’s on his papers he got back. So why did he always look so stressed whenever you saw him in the library?
On numerous occasions you’d caught him staring at his laptop screen for probably much longer than was necessary to read over whatever was in front of him. You felt a bit bad for staring, but he made you curious. When you looked a little more closely, you noticed that behind his glasses his gaze was unfocused, meaning his mind was definitely somewhere far off from the words on the screen in front of him.
You found it kind of cute, the look he would get on his face.
But you’d still never spoken to him, so there was no way you were going to tell him that.
That was, until one day in the library when you did speak to him.
You had been sitting a few tables away from Akaashi—this time you weren’t stalking him—not that you had been before!—you were here first this time, you swear! You hadn’t even noticed him!
Well, okay, that last part wasn’t true. You had arrived before Akaashi that day, fully intent on cramming for midterms, and you only noticed him when you got up to go refill your water bottle. You almost tripped over your own feet when you saw him. And maybe you did accidentally shoulder check a bookshelf.
But we don’t talk about that.
You noticed he was working on the paper for your class as you walked by, you could tell from the fact that his copy of the book you all had been assigned sat open in front of him. It had countless flags sticking out of it and was filled with highlights and scribbles in the margins. You kind of admired his dedication.
A few hours later you’d gotten yourself back in your own groove of cramming. Your headphones played music loudly into your ears in an attempt to minimize any distractions, and your gaze was fixed on your laptop. You were so in the zone that you didn’t notice someone approaching you. You didn’t even notice him say your name. It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that made you jump that you pulled yourself away from your work.
You pulled your headphones off just in time to hear the person beside you mumble an apology, and before your gaze raised enough to look at his face you knew who it was.
You could tell by the way he fiddled with his fingers.
“Sorry for scaring you,” Akaashi said, looking away as an embarrassed flush rose on the back of his neck.
You shook your head quickly. “No, it’s okay! My music was just really loud. I didn’t hear you,” you explained with an awkward laugh, looking up at him and setting your headphones on the table. “D-Did you need something?”
You could feel your heart pounding. You’d never spoken to him before and now he was approaching you?
“Yeah, uh, you’re in my classic lit class,” he said, and your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t think he even knew you existed.
“Yeah, I am,” you breathed, and you could feel your cheeks tingle with heat.
He cleared his throat and looked down at you. He was still playing with his fingers, which surprised you. Usually he stopped as soon as he started doing whatever was making him nervous. Why were you any different?
“I was wondering if you’d be willing to read over my paper. I’ve been working on it for hours and I think it’s making me hate it. You can say no, I know you’re probably busy with your own stuff. I just thought a fresh pair of eyes might help me.”
Your eyes widened. Not only was he in front of you looking uncharacteristically more nervous than you’d ever seen him, but now he was asking for your help?
“Sure!” you blurted, and you hoped you didn’t come across as eager as you felt.
His shoulders relaxed at that, and he smiled. “Awesome, thank you. Let me grab my stuff really quick.”
You nodded, and as you watched him retreat to his table you tried to get yourself to calm down. He was back less than a minute later, and instead of just having his laptop he had gathered all of his things. It made the heat in your cheeks spread over the rest of your face as you realized he was moving to your table to continue working.
“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said as he set his laptop in front of you.
“I know,” he said bluntly, settling into the seat across from you.
Your eyes widened. “Y-You do?”
He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. We had a class together a couple years ago. You gave really good presentations,” he observed.
You felt like you were going to pass out. Not only did Akaashi actually know your name, he remembered you.
“I see you around campus sometimes too,” he continued.
“O-Oh,” you breathed, pulling his laptop closer to you. “I guess it’s not weird that I know your name too, then?”
He gave you a smile that made a swarm of butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I guess not. But I can formally introduce myself if that’ll make you feel better. I’m Akaashi. Thank you for reading my paper.”
You nodded, fingers curling around the sides of his laptop. “Of course. I’ve been working for hours too, so this will be a good break.”
“I can read something of yours in return if you want,” he offered, but you shook your head immediately.
“No, it’s okay, you’ve probably got a bunch of assignments to work on,” you assured him with a smile before looking down to the screen to start reading his paper. He simply gave you a nod and pulled a textbook out of his bag, leaning his cheek against his hand as he began working on another assignment.
It only took you a few pages to realize why Akaashi consistently aced his papers. He was an incredible writer.
You looked up, fully intent on telling him as much, but you stopped when your gaze settled on him and you noticed that familiar far away look in his eyes. You smiled, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about.
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Akaashi thought you were incredibly beautiful. That wasn’t a word he used often, usually reserved only for the way authors sometimes articulated things in a way that gave him goosebumps or for the way he could see the stars twinkle on clear nights.
But as soon as he’d laid his eyes on you, the word popped into his mind nearly every day. He’d watched you walk into class the first day of his first year, and he was smitten.
You looked so beautiful, even when you were doing something as simple as coming into the early morning class nursing a coffee every day. He decided he’d always come early so he could watch you walk in.
You looked beautiful when he saw you around campus, and the warmth that bloomed in his chest when he watched you laugh with your friends only solidified the thought.
You looked incredibly beautiful whenever he saw you at the parties he went to when Bokuto was finally able to drag him along. There was just something about watching you act so carefree with a smile that never seemed to leave your face all night that made him realize that you had become his definition of beautiful.
But he’d been too nervous to ever say anything to you, and when an entire year went by without the two of you having another class together, he felt a bit hopeless. He couldn’t really go up to you on campus, and the longer he waited the more awkward it was.
“Hey, you were in my literature class a year and a half ago,” wasn’t the best pickup line.
But when he saw you walk into classic lit at the beginning of this semester, he felt his heart soar. Maybe he would work up the nerve to talk to you this time.
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A few minutes passed and Akaashi still hadn’t moved. A slight giggle left you that startled him out of whatever trance he was in, and he blushed when he looked at you.
“What? Did I write something stupid?” he asked meekly.
You shook your head, unable to keep the laugh from bubbling out of you. “No! Your paper is incredible, actually.”
He frowned. “Then why are you laughing?”
You gave him a hesitant smile. “You do this thing…” you trailed off, wondering if it would be weird to admit that you noticed the way he would sometimes get lost in his own head.
“What thing?” he questioned, the pink on his cheeks darkening.
You bit your lip. Now it was your turn to be shy. You dropped your gaze to your lap and played with a loose thread on your sleeve. “When you get really deep in thought you get this cute little look on your face,” you whispered, not even sure if he heard it.
But he had, and his eyes widened in embarrassment. “C-Cute?” he sputtered.
You nodded and cleared your throat. “Sorry, I know that’s probably weird,” you said softly.
“I think you’re cute too,” he breathed.
“You what?” you squeaked, head snapping back up so you could look at him.
He quickly looked away, but there was no hiding the way his cheeks were stained pink. “Is that too forward?” he asked softly, and he was playing with his fingers again.
Without thinking, you reached across the table and placed your hand on top of his. He jumped, looking back over at you and relaxing at the way you smiled at him.
“No, it’s not,” you assured him.
“Good,” he sighed, “because I actually think you’re beautiful.”
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That was three years ago, and you couldn’t help but think back to it as you took in the scene in front of you.
You’d announced yourself as soon as you stepped into his house. You knew he had a big deadline today, so you wanted to surprise him with dinner. He sometimes forgot to eat when he worked late, and you wanted to make sure he was taking care of himself properly.
Plus, you’d take any excuse you could get to see your boyfriend.
“‘Kaashi, I brought food!” you called out as you closed the door. You slipped your shoes off by the door and hung your jacket up beside his on the coat rack. When you got no response, you set the bag of takeout on the kitchen table and made your way to his office.
“Keiji,” you hummed as you opened the door, peeking your head in. You still didn’t receive a response, but you saw him sitting at his desk. He wasn’t typing, however, nor was he scrolling through the pages on the screen in front of him.
You frowned. You already knew what was happening.
You walked further into the room. “Keiji,” you said again when you approached his side. He simply gave you a hum in acknowledgement. You rolled your eyes and turned his chair so he was facing you, but he kept his gaze straight ahead. A groan left you and you cupped his face in your hands, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips.
His eyes widened, and his gaze focused on you for a moment before his eyes fluttered shut and he parted his knees slightly so you could stand between them.
“You’re gonna give yourself burnout if you keep spacing out like that. I know how much you overthink stuff like this,” you scolded when you pulled away.
He sighed, hands settling on your hips. “I know, it’s just, I’ve got this deadline—”
“I know you do,” you interrupted, “that’s why I’m here. I had a feeling you’d be working too hard.” You gave him a fond smile and ran a hand gently through his hair. “So I brought you dinner.”
He perked up at the mention of food and smiled up at you. “You’re the best.”
“I know.” You grinned. “Now c’mon, let’s go eat so you can give that pretty little head of yours a rest,” you teased, ruffling his hair once more before reaching for his hand and pulling him out of his chair.
He hummed and laced your fingers together as he stood up. “Sounds good,” he murmured before bringing your hand up and placing a kiss to your knuckles. “You know me so well.”
You smiled. “I’ve been told I’m quite observant.”
He chuckled and gave your hand an affirmative squeeze. “Yeah, you sure are.”
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teamhook · 4 years ago
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Always, Always a Bridesmaid :: 27 Dresses Birthday Fic
Hello all! Here we have an update for @ultraluckycatnd  birthday fic. I hope you like it. 
Betaed by @demisexualemmaswan
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AO3
FFN
Emma was waiting at the airport. She kept looking for her sister until a giggle caught her attention. Kathryn was walking towards her while flirting with some guy. Typical Kathryn, Emma thought, shaking her head.
Kathryn finally noticed her sister waiting for her. She coyly dismissed her admirer.
"Emma! How are you? I missed you!" Kathryn hugged her sister.
Emma squeezed Kathryn tight. “I’ve missed you!”
Kathryn’s eyes were still on the departing stranger.
Emma followed her gaze and shook her head as they headed out of the airport.
Emma and Kathryn arrived at her place.  
Kathryn took in the apartment. “Emma, this place is so cute!! I love it.” She walked to a comfortable couch and put her luggage next to her as she plopped down.
“Hey, so I have a work thing to go to. Do you want to come with me?” Emma asked as she walked back from her room wearing a fresh blouse.
Kathryn kicked off her shoes. “It’s nice to be home.”
"Hey, what happened with your boyfriend, what was his name?" Emma asked.
Kathryn rolled her eyes. "He wanted to come with me but I told him I needed some space." She sighed and turned to Emma and got up as she spotted a photo of their parents on their wedding day. She smiled as she approached the picture. "Mom was my age," Kathryn said.
Emma smiles fondly. "It was the perfect wedding. The Boathouse, the big band, ceremony at sunset."
Kathryn scrunched her nose. "Except for that dress. Emma the synthetic lace and the inverted box pleats were horrible."
"I thought it was beautiful," Emma said.
Kathryn shakes her head and turns to a pile of newspaper clippings. "What are these?" she said with a teasing smirk.
Emma rushes to cover them, "Oh nothing important. Just a few old wedding announcements. I was going to recycle it."
"Emma, these are more than a few. Were you going to recycle them into wallpaper?"
"Okay, there's this writer, James Rogers, he writes the best ones. I only keep his. I just love the stories and the crazy proposals. Nevermind. It’s not your thing." She organized the clippings.
Kathryn was trying to muffle her giggles.
"How long are you staying for?" Emma asked.
"Just two weeks. The fall fashion shows are done, so I don't have work," Kathryn replied.
"Okay, hey, you never answered if you wanted to come to my work thing."
"I'll pass, I'm going to have dinner with some friends from Milan."
"Oh, okay. If you change your mind we will be at the new place Wonderland at St. Marks and A."
“Okay,” Kathryn said.
"St. Marks and A," Killian said as he clicked the seatbelt in place.
"Yes, sir," the taxi driver answered and promptly signaled and began heading to the given destination. n.
Killian relaxed on the backseat of the car as he glanced at the planner on his lap. He sighed as his fingertip traced the edge repeatedly.  
Emma was laughing with Ruby.
Graham walked up to them.
"Emma, what did I get, Tamara? She was just thanking me." Graham asked, puzzled.
Emma smiled. "A nice bottle of Cristal, and some champagne glasses."
He scratched his trimmed beard. "I'm surprised she believed the present was from me."
Emma laughed, "Oh, don't worry. It wasn't my best gift wrapping job."
Graham scoffed, "I could do a decent job at gift wrapping."
Emma's brows raised in disbelief.
Ruby was silently watching the exchange. "Hey, Emma. Do you want a drink? I'm going to the bar."
Graham cleared his throat. "I could grab you, ladies, some drinks. Maybe some liquid courage?"
Ruby nodded. "I'll take a Cosmo."
Graham turned to Emma.
Emma shook her head. "I'm not drinking tonight. Thanks."
He smiled and walked towards the bar.
Emma turned to find a scowling Ruby. "You should have smiled and said I'll have a Bay Breeze. Followed by some intense flirting, interoffice sex... accidental pregnancy,
a shotgun wedding, and a happy ending. How many times do I have to tell you the plan?" Ruby sputtered out.
"Wait, why a Bay Breeze? Ruby, you don't get it. I don't want him to think I'm irresponsible." Emma glared at her friend.
Ruby sighed, "Okay, to answer your question, party pooper: a Bay Breeze because drinking a good-sized glass of pineapple juice a couple of hours before doing the deed can help make your bodily fluids taste and even smell better for his pleasure. So he can enjoy his time down there."
Ruby finished her explanation with a wolfish smirk.
Emma scrunched her face. "Rubes, you are wrong. Graham appreciates the way I am."
"I don't think there's enough appreciation going on if no one is getting naked," Ruby said with a sly smirk.
Graham came back carrying Ruby's drink and handing it to her.
"Emma, did you get that thing I left on your desk this morning?" he asked with slight nervousness.
Emma's heart started racing could it be true that he sent the flowers? "On my desk?"
"Was that okay? I mean we've never had that kind of relationship before," Graham said.
"It was great," Emma answered quickly.
"Good... I wanted to make sure you were okay with it.
I'm sorry, I should have asked before assuming," Graham confessed as his name was called out by the bar. "I'm sorry I'll be right back."
"Ruby, oh my God!! It was him. He gave me flowers!!" Emma squealed.
"Emma, stop it! This is real life, not a fairy tale. Now it's the time. You go up to him and tell him how you feel. Go NOW!"
Emma walked toward Graham with anxious energy. She couldn't believe it, he felt the same way. Graham was at the bar chatting up with one of the guys from shipping the closer she got the more excited she was getting until she noticed something caught his eye.
Emma followed his gaze and her heart stopped. No, please, no, no, no. Emma tried walking faster but she wasn't the only one that had sped up. Graham and Kathryn were seconds away from shattering her dreams. Still, she begged whoever would listen to be wrong.
Kathryn and Graham had locked eyes and nothing seemed to distract them.
Graham smiled. "Hello."
Kathryn returned the smile and with a breathy tone replied, "Hi."
Emma stood in front of them with her heart sinking.
"Oh, hey, Emma," Kathryn said as she looked away from Graham for a second.
Graham's eyes followed and smiled fondly at Emma.
Emma knew she had to introduce them but it was the hardest thing she had ever done. "Oh, sorry, Kathryn this is my Graham, I mean my boss, Graham. Graham, this is my sister, Kathryn."
"Emma, you never said your sister was in town or how lovely she is," Graham said.
Kathryn turned to Emma, "I can see why you love your job so much. I would be a workaholic too."
Graham blushed "Emma is a great assistant. I could never survive without her. As if I don't take enough advantage of her already... I dropped my dry cleaning slip off on her desk today."
Emma whispered, “Of course it was his dry cleaning slip...I’m such an idiot.”
She tried smiling as she watched the man she loved escort her sister to the bar for drinks while making plans to go out dancing later.
An accented voice in her ear startles her. "Love, were the flowers too much?"
Emma gasped as she turned to face him. Recognition quickly set in: "They're from you. The angry marriage-hater."
"Yes, love. Did you like them? Or was it too much?" Killian asked.
“Please, excuse me for a second.” Emma said and made her way to the emergency exit.
Once outside she screamed out a slew of profanities that would make a sailor blush.
...then, she noticed she wasn’t alone.
There was an anniversary celebration happening.
could this day get any worse?
She apologized for her outburst and went back inside.
Killian had stared at her in amusement. She was a puzzle for him to solve.
Emma walked back to him. “I'm sorry. You were saying.”
“Lass, I just asked if you received my flowers? I mean your flowers. Oh, and I have something for you,” He smiled as he took out something from his satchel. “I’m here to deliver this.”
“Oh, my God. Thank God. I have been looking for it everywhere,” Emma said, relieved.
“You left it in the cab the other night and it was either the engagement party tonight or Thursday's bikini wax.” He gave her a once over, “I thought my presence at the waxing would be unwelcomed.”
“You read it?” she asked with disbelief, upset at the invasion of privacy.
“Aye,  I tried to read it. How else would I find where to return it? It was very difficult with the little cramped handwriting. You know, they do have these computer date books now that take care of everything for you.”
“I don't need to be taken care of,” she growled at him.
“Would you like to have a drink with me?” he asked, ignoring her tone.
But it was a semi-nice gesture, Emma reasoned. “Thank you for returning my Filofax. That was...very nice,” she replied.
He could tell by the tone of her voice that there was a dismissal coming. “Lass, it's a drink, not a week in Oahu. Come on. Just one drink.”
“I'm sorry. I'm really not great company right now,” she sighed as her eyes returned to Graham and Kathryn.
“All right, I got it. Perhaps I'll bump into you on Thursday?” The scowl on her face quickly gave away her feelings on the matter. . “Maybe not. I'll see you around,” he said and walked away.
“Who was that and where can I get one?” Ruby asked as she kept her eyes on Killian’s retreating body.
Emma was happy Ruby had such a short attention span. Her eyes drifted to one of the guys from the shipping who was waving her over and she darted in that direction.
Emma's attention returned to her sister and Graham. How could this happen to her?
Why? Why??
Growing up with Kathryn had been difficult for Emma since she had to be Kathryn’s mother more than a sister.
She had seen her sister make a play for guys that had girlfriends, but this time it had happened to her.
Sure, Kathryn didn't know about her feelings for Graham but would it have even mattered?
Emma hated the obvious flirting happening between them as she made her way to them. Graham and Kathryn were laughing and enjoying each other's conversation.
Graham was the first one to notice her."Emma, do you want to come with us?"
Emma's eyes turned to Kathryn, who discreetly shook her head ‘no’. "No, thank you. But Kathryn, aren't you tired?"
"Nah, I'm good. I can go all night long." Kathryn said, maintaining eye contact with Graham. "Let's go! Oh and Emma don't wait up! Love you!"
Kathryn grabbed Graham by the hand and dragged him out.
Kathryn had finally returned at 3 A.M. with a smile on her face. "Emma, why are you still awake?"
"I couldn't sleep so I decided to do some light cleaning. Harnessing my chi," Emma answered as she finished wiping the kitchen counter. She would never confess that she kept peeking through the peephole hoping the night of dancing ended because Graham wouldn't stop talking about her all night. She tried to pass the time doing all sorts of things from work to exercise. Cleaning her apartment had become her preferred form of distraction. Her place had never been as spotless as it was at this moment.
So she put on her bravest face possible to mask the sinking feeling she felt as her sister's smiling face greeted her.
"Emma, I had the best night of my life," Kathryn sighed. "Was that weird for you?"
"Why would it be weird?" Emma said defensively.
"Oh, good because we are meeting for lunch tomorrow. Tell me about Graham," Kathryn said with a gleam in her eyes.
Emma took a deep breath, "Uh, he dropped out of college then climbed every major peak in the world. Then he started Everest from his one-bedroom apartment. He turned it into one of the most eco-friendly philanthropic businesses in the world all before he was 30."
Kathryn smiled. "Wow."
"Yeah, and that's just his resume. Everybody loves him. He is an amazing boss. He loves his dog, Hunter, more than anyone. He would rather spend his time outside than anywhere else."
"He sounds amazing," Kathryn said dreamily.
"Yeah, but he isn't perfect," Emma added quickly.
"What do you mean?" Kathryn asked.
"Well, he hates apples, sometimes he wears sneakers without laces, and --" Emma started before Kathryn cut her off.
"Emma, those aren't exactly turn-offs," Kathryn stated.
"Kathryn, nothing happened between you two tonight, did it?" Emma asked with the last shred of hope she had.
Kathryn bit her bottom lip, "Well..."
"Oh," Emma said as her heart shattered completely. The only ray of hope she had was for Kathryn to lose interest like it was her habit or for things to fizzle out before her inevitable departure.
The next day Emma and Kathryn went to visit their dad to surprise him with the younger girl’s presence.
The familiar bell rang  as they walked in and a voice from the back called out, "Thank you for choosing Gilded General Store, how can I help you today?"
"Dad, it’s just me," Emma said.
The man finally appeared with a wide smile."Oh Emma, sweetie. How are you?"
Before Emma can answer, Kathryn, interrupted."Surprise! I missed you, Dad!" Kathryn ran to hug her father.
"I didn't know you were in town. Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would have picked you up from the airport!”
"Well, it was a surprise visit," Kathryn said.
"My two girls together. Is it my birthday?" he asked.
"Oh, Dad. Don't be silly! My gosh, this place looks exactly the same since the last time I visited."
"Kathryn, that's not true. I just stripped and re-varnished all the woodwork. Look at the new cash register. Digital."
"Yeah, I can't believe I didn't notice such improvements."
"Come on let's go upstairs, girls."
Kathryn and Emma talked idly as they set the table.
"There we go," Dad said as he presented their favorite pancakes in the shape of Mickey Mouse.
"Dad, aren't we a little too old for these?" Kathryn asked.
"No. You two will always be my little girls," he said warmly.
"Good, 'cause I love them! So delicious!" Kathryn said as Emma served herself quietly.
"So, Kathryn honey, how long are you here for?” he asked as he took a sip from his coffee.
"Two weeks, right?" Emma asked as she took a bite of her pancakes. "That's what you said."
"It depends on how some things pan out." Kathryn said with a smile.
Emma stared at her sister. "What things?"
Kathryn jumped up and ran to her purse when she heard her phone ring. "Hello? Hi!"
"Some new guy is chasing after her?"
"Dad, I wouldn't call it ‘chasing’,” Emma answered.
"Oh, Graham!  I would love to!" Kathryn said.
"Emma?"
"Hmm, I’m sorry, did you say something?" Emma stared at her Dad.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Oh, just great. Everything's fine."
Killian walked with Victor to work.
"She's gonna call me. I guarantee it. I got a way with the ladies, trust me," Killian said with a wink.
"Sure, Jones," Victor said, rolling his eyes.
At work, Emma noticed some pages missing from her Filofax and Killian's name written in big bold letters with his number. "Oh, God! I’m going to kill him!" she seethed as she dialed his number.
"Hello?" a very happy voice answered.
"You idiot, you ripped a week out of my planner. Are you insane?" she hissed.
"Oh, that? Just a little experiment to see how you do without every second of your life mapped out. Lass,  your life is bloody insane. Tell me what do you do besides work and helping people get married?"
Emma sighed, annoyed. "You know what that's not your business."
That comment didn’t deter Killian. "How do you afford these weddings? It must get extremely expensive, the dresses, the airfares, the wine of the month club?"
"Hey, people love that gift, and I'm a frequent member. So sometimes they throw in a free Gewurztraminer."
"Wow. I’m truly sorry, that is terribly sad. Ah. Well, I would love to make it up to you. Okay? How about a new datebook or maybe just a date?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. Let me just pencil you in. Except, you already did every Saturday for the rest of the year.  Can you please, please find someone else to be creepy with?"
"I’m sorry I cannot. Tell you what, anytime you want to be around someone who doesn't need you to take them to a fitting or a cake-tasting or a coed mojito and burrito rehearsal dinner, just give me a call. You have my number," He said.
"Yeah. Not gonna happen," Emma said as she hung up.
Emma was filing away some documents when a young voice called out.
"Hey! Emma!" the young voice said.
"Hey! Are you getting too old for hugs?" Emma asked.
"No," The boy said with a big smile.
"Thank you. How are you, Henry?" Emma said as she squeezed him tight.
"I'm good. I'm meeting Graham," Henry said as he hugged her back.
"There he is!" Graham said.
"Hey, what's up?" Henry rushed to hug Graham.
“Henry, there’s someone I want you to meet. This is Kathryn, Emma's sister. Henry is my little brother," Graham said fondly. "From the Big Brother Program at the Y."
"Oh. Hewwo," Kathryn said as if talking to a toddler.  
Graham and Henry shared a look.
"Emma, Kathryn, and I are gonna take Henry to his baseball game. Would you like to join us?" Graham asked.
Henry jumped up and down. “Yeah, you should come!” the boy said excitedly.
"Sorry, kid, I've got so much work to do. I should stay here," Emma answered.
"Are you kidding me, Emma? Look, your boss is a jerk.  I don't wanna have to fire you. Come on, let’s go," Graham said.
"Okay. Only if you’re sure." Emma said.
Kathryn, Emma, and Graham headed to the concession stand together. Once they were in line,  Graham started ordering for them. "Let me get three Diet Pepsis, three fries and--?" He turned to the ladies for their choice in food.
"Kathryn, I don't think they have tofu dogs with meatless chili. Maybe you can have--" Emma said as she looked at the menu for an alternative for her sister.
"I want a chili dog," Kathryn said.
"I'm sorry. What?" Emma asked.
"What? It was too much of a hassle. Besides I need some good protein for when I go hiking," Kathryn said mischievously.
"You like to go hiking?" Graham asked, "No offense but you hardly seem like the type of girl who enjoys hiking. Especially in those shoes."
"I can see why you would think that, but I love all that outdoorsy stuff. Hiking, biking, and climbing. But, to be honest, I haven't been hiking since my dog died. See, Emma and I had this adorable dog growing up, Tory. I just loved him. We would go on nature hikes and climbing adventures. Not a day goes by that I don't think about that bag of fleas. Good ol' Tory."
"Emma, how come you never mentioned Tory?" Graham asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I must have repressed the memory of Toby," Emma answered.
"Yeah. His name was Toby, but I called him Tory because I had a lisp," Kathryn responded.
"A lisp that turned your ‘B's’ to ‘R's’?” Emma asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't feel bad. When I was a kid, I had a stutter," Graham said soothingly.
"We have so much in common," Kathryn said as she grabbed his hand.
"I'm going to leave you two for now. I'm gonna go out and shag some flies with Henry," Graham said as he squeezed Kathryn's hand. He got up to go out to the field.
"Ooh! I'm jealous. It sounds like so much fun. What are ‘shagging flies’?" Kathryn yelled after him.  
"What are you doing?" Emma asked.
"What? Kathryn scoffed.
"You hate dogs and meat and being outside," Emma said.
"No. I like yachts. I like flowers. I like...you know... tanning," Kathryn insisted.
"You hated Toby. The only animals you’ve ever cared about are dead ones with sleeves. You're just saying all this stuff because Graham is so handsome. Or some people think he is," Emma said.
"I did not hate that dog! I just hated it when he drooled on me. And I could like hiking if I tried it... maybe," Kathryn said.
"Hey, Kathryn? What do you say you come out here and show me what you've got," Graham called out.
"Ooh. Sounds like fun. Are we gonna shag now?" Kathryn asked as she made her way to him.
The courtship between Kathryn and Graham progressed quickly between dates to family meals with Mr. Goldman.
It quickly became obvious to Emma that things between her sister and Graham were not going to end anytime soon. She had lost count on how many times she had walked in on them in a compromising position.
One day at work, Emma got called into Graham's office in a panic.
"Emma! Which one sucks less?!?" he asked as he showed her two ties.
"I like this one better," she said with a smile. Things might be a little different but he still valued her opinion.
"Good. Do you mind helping me with the tie?" he asked, handing it to her.
"No problem. I do it for my dad all the time," she said with a smile and added, "Are you okay? You seem nervous." She asked, concerned.
"I'm good. How does it look?" he asked.
"You look great, very handsome," she said.
"Thank you, Emma. I don't know what I would do without you," he said sincerely.
An hour later as she was about to leave the office, Emma noticed Graham had forgotten his wallet.
She rushed to find him at the restaurant the reservation was for. As she entered romantic music started playing by the band and a banner was released with the words Marry Me.
"Guys, guys! Hold it. She's not the one. She's not the one," Graham said.
When she heard that, her heart shattered beyond repair. It was final, he had chosen her sister as his life's companion. There was nothing she could do to show him she was the right one for him. There were no amount of breakfast burritos she could buy him because she wanted to make sure he had eaten or going beyond her job duties to show him she was irreplaceable that no one knew him better than her.
"I'm so sorry. I should've called, you forgot your wallet," she said lowly.
"Oh. Thanks. You didn't need to go out of your way to bring it," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm late," Kathryn said as she ran inside.
Graham yelled out, "Guys, now! Now!"
"Emma, what's going on?" Kathryn asked, confused.
"Come here, boy," Graham whistled and called out for Hunter.  The dog came into view while holding a bag with his muzzle and approached his owner with a wagging tail as if he knew there was a cause for celebration.
"Will you please sit down a second?" Graham asked as he carefully took out a small black box from the bag.
"Sure,” Kathryn said as she took a seat.
"I've been waiting my whole life for the right girl. Maybe I've been too busy trying to make something of myself but, I think I missed some of those moments. Kathryn, the second that I saw you..." he said and was interrupted.
"Yes!!" Kathryn said quickly.
Graham smiled, "I knew we would be great together. Kathryn, will you marry me?" he said.
"Yes, of course, I will. Graham, I love you!" Kathryn said and they shared a kiss, sealing their commitment to each other.
Emma now knew she was not the one for him. The only problem is how do you mend a heart that has been pining for the same person for years? She would have to find a way. A new reason to wake up in the morning.
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Twife or Death: Lesbian Twilight Chapter 22
Updated as of (3-31-2021) (previous) (all chapters)
All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer, and this project is non-profit and fan entertainment.
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22. HIDE AND SEEK
“What was it?” I’d lost control of my voice — it was flat, uncaring.
Jasper stared at me. I kept my expression vacant and waited. Her eyes flickered between Alice’s face and mine, feeling the chaos. I knew what Alice had seen.
A peaceful atmosphere settled around me. I didn’t fight it. I used it to keep my emotions under control.
Alice recovered, too. Her face snapped back to its normal expression.
“Nothing,” she said, her voice amazingly calm and convincing. “Just the same room as before.” She looked at me, focusing for the first time. “Did you want breakfast?”
“I’ll eat at the airport.” I was calm, too. Almost like I was borrowing Jasper’s extra sense, I could feel Alice’s well-concealed desperation to get me out of the room, so that she could be alone with her. So she could tell her that they were doing something wrong, that they were going to fail.
Alice was still focused on me.
“Is your mother all right?”
I had to swallow back a throatful of bile. I could only follow the script I’d planned earlier.
“My mom was worried,” I said in a monotone voice. “She wanted to come home. It’s okay. I convinced her to stay in Florida for now.”
“That’s good.”
“Yes,” I agreed robotically.
I turned and walked slowly to the bedroom, feeling their eyes following the whole way. I shut the door behind me, and then I did what I could. I showered and got dressed in clothes that fit me. I dug through the duffel bag until I found my sock full of money—I emptied it into my pocket.
I stood there for a minute, staring at nothing, trying to think of things I was allowed to think about. I came up with one idea.
I knelt by the little bedside table and opened the top drawer. Underneath the complimentary copy of the Bible, there was a stash of stationery and a pen. I took a sheet of paper and an envelope out of the drawer.
“Edythe,” My hand was shaking.
I love you.
Sorry—again. So sorry.
She has my mom, and I have to try. I know it may not work. I am so very, very sorry.
Don’t be mad at Alice and Jasper. If I get away from them it will be a miracle. Tell them thank you for me. Alice especially.
And please, please don’t come after her. That’s what she wants. I can’t stand it if anyone else has to be hurt because of me, especially you. Please, this is the only thing I can ask you now. For me.
I’m not sorry that I met you. I’ll never be sorry that I love you.
Forgive me.
Bella.
But before I could put any of those words on the page, I felt a scream bubble up in my throat. All the emotions I’d been trying to repress- I tried to smother it with my hands but in the quiet hotel room it was like a gunshot. Alice was instantly by my side. 
“Bella, what’s wrong?” Her eyes were wild, darting around the room, like she was trying to find both the danger present in this moment as well as the potential dangers in the future. Jasper stood at the door, hesitating.
And then it all came out. The threats, the fact that I never even got to talk to my mom at all, Jamie threatening to kill her if I didn’t come alone- Jasper was on my other side now, a steady presence. I tried to focus on her hand on my shoulder, tried to tie my attention to my body and not my anxieties- but it was just too much.
The room started to darken- I couldn’t get enough breath- my heart was beating so hard I was surprised it hadn’t given out yet- I just couldn’t breathe-
A wave of darkness dragged me under, and I knew no more.
I resurfaced in fits and starts, my whole body aching. It felt like I’d been run over by a truck. No, a train. It hurt to breathe, but I was breathing. So that was a start. I felt a cool hand in mine, a soft stream of steady comfort flowing into my chest. Jasper.
“How-” I croaked, then started coughing. A strong arm was around my shoulders, holding me up, and someone held a bottle of water to my lips. I drank, gratefully, then finally opened my eyes. We were in a car.
I tried again. “How long was I out?” This time at least I made it through the whole sentence.
“Only an hour. We’re halfway to your mother’s house.” Alice replied, looking distracted.
“But-”
“We will get out ten blocks away. Just in case someone’s watching the house.” Jasper says, squeezing my hand.
“The others will be arriving soon, as soon as they can.” I didn’t know if she was keeping it vague for my sake or because she wasn’t sure herself.
Jasper looked over at Alice when she didn’t continue, then back at me. “We have a plan. We just need to make sure Jamie suspects as little as possible. I won’t sugar coat this Bella. You might get hurt. But neither you or your mom will be in serious danger. Here.”
She handed me one of the slim silver phones. “Before you enter the house, call Alice. She’s on speed dial one. She will add Carine to the call, and you can tuck the phone into the inside pocket of this jacket.”
She patted the front of an unfamiliar jacket I was now wearing. I nodded numbly. “That way we can hear everything that’s happening, and we know when to make our move. We will be right behind you Bella, I swear. We won’t let you or your mother get hurt. Do you believe me?”
“I- I believe you.” It came out shaky and not very confident, but it seemed to be enough.
“The Black pack and Esme are keeping an eye on Charlie. Julie insisted on coming with Edythe and the others on the flight.”
“Julie’s coming?” I felt a strange kind of lightness in my chest, like the aftershock of me finding out I would see Edythe soon. I missed Julie. I hadn’t gotten to see her in too long.
“Yes.” There was an unfamiliar undertone to Jasper’s voice, almost- amusement? No, pride? I didn’t know.
“They’ve landed.” Alice said, her eyes still focused on something neither one of us could see. “They’ll be ten minutes behind us. They’re going directly to the studio.”
“Jasper, you can let go now.” She turned to me with a question in her eyes. I just took a deep breath and nodded. She let go of my hand and slowly, the distant buzz of panic started to turn into a dull roar.
We turned onto a familiar street. One of them must’ve been keeping an eye on the road because Alice takes out her phone and Jasper looks down at mine. I’m sure holding down one number isn’t hard, but my hands are shaking so much I barely trust myself to do even that.
There’s a small crunch and then Jasper tucks the phone into the hidden pocket of the jacket. When I look up at her, confused, she gives me a small, slightly feral smile.
“Broke the end call button. So you can’t accidentally hang up on us.”
I feel my lips tug into what is no doubt a very bad imitation of her smile. She pats my head, but it doesn’t feel condescending. It feels comforting. I guess this is her way of saying she cares.
And then, too soon, they both stepped out of the car. Alice leaned forward to press a kiss to my forehead. I tried not to cry.
“You are strong Bella. And remember, we are right behind you.” Something in her eyes blazed, and I felt it light a spark deep inside of me. I could do this. I had to do this. Then the doors closed and I was alone again.
“Hey, what was the number?”
The cabbie’s question startled me so hard I flinched. The fear I’d tamped down for a few minutes took control again.
“Fifty-eight twenty-one.” My voice sounded strangled. The cabbie looked at me like she was nervous.
“Here we are, then.” She was anxious to get me out of her car, probably hoping I wouldn’t ask for change.
“Thank you,” I whispered. There was no need to be afraid, I reminded myself. I knew the house was empty. I had to hurry; my mom was waiting for me, terrified, maybe hurt already, in pain, depending on me.
I ran to the door, reaching up automatically to grab the key under the eave. It was dark inside, empty, normal. The smell was so familiar, it almost incapacitated me. It felt like my mother must be close, just in the other room, but I knew that wasn’t true.
I ran to the phone, turning on the kitchen light on my way. There, on the whiteboard, was a ten-digit number written in a small, neat hand. My fingers stumbled over the keypad, making mistakes. I had to hang up and start again. I concentrated on just the buttons this time, carefully pressing each one in turn. I was successful. I held the phone to my ear with a shaking hand. It rang only once.
“Hello, Bella,” that easy voice answered. “That was very quick. I’m impressed.”
“Is my mom okay?”
“She’s perfectly fine. Don’t worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn’t come alone, of course.” Light, amused.
“I’m alone.” I wasn’t lying. There was nobody else in the house.
“Very good. Now, do you know the ballet studio just around the corner from your home?”
“Yeah. I know how to get there.”
“Well, then, I’ll see you very soon.”
I hung up.
I ran from the room, through the door, out into the morning heat.
From the corner of my eye, I could almost see my mother standing in the shade of the big eucalyptus tree where I’d played as a kid. Or kneeling by the little plot of dirt around the mailbox, the cemetery of all the flowers she’d tried to grow. The memories were better than any reality I would see today. But I raced away from them.
I felt so slow, like I was running through wet sand—I couldn’t seem to get enough purchase from the concrete. I tripped over my feet several times, once falling, catching myself with my hands, scraping them on the sidewalk, and then lurching up to plunge forward again. At last I made it to the corner. Just another street now; I ran, sweat pouring down my face, gasping. The sun was hot on my skin, too bright as it bounced off the white concrete and blinded me.
When I rounded the last corner, onto Cactus, I could see the studio, looking just as I remembered it. The parking lot in front was empty, the vertical blinds in all the windows drawn. I couldn’t run anymore—I couldn’t breathe; fear had gotten the best of me. I thought of my mother to keep my feet moving, one in front of the other.
As I got closer, I could see the sign taped inside the door. It was handwritten on bright pink paper; it said the dance studio was closed for spring break. I touched the handle, tugged on it cautiously. It was unlocked. I fought to catch my breath, and opened the door.
The lobby was dark and empty, cool, the air conditioner thrumming. The plastic molded chairs were stacked along the walls, and the carpet was damp. The west dance floor was dark, I could see through the open viewing window. The east dance floor, the bigger room, the one from Alice’s vision, was lit. But the blinds were closed on the window.
Terror seized me so strongly that I was literally trapped by it. I couldn’t make my feet move forward.
And then my mom’s voice called for me.
“Bella? Bella?” That same tone of hysterical panic. I sprinted to the door, to the sound of her voice.
“Bella, you scared me! Don’t you ever do that to me again!” Her voice continued as I ran into the long, high-ceilinged room.
I stared around me, trying to find where her voice was coming from. I heard her laugh, and I spun toward the sound.
There she was, on the TV screen, mussing my hair in relief. It was Thanksgiving, and I was twelve. We’d gone to see my grandmother in California, the last year before she died. We went to the beach one day, and I’d leaned too far over the edge of the pier. Mom had seen my feet flailing, trying to reclaim my balance. “Bella? Bella?” she’d cried out in panic.
And then the TV screen was blue.
I turned slowly. The tracker was standing very still by the back exit, so still I hadn’t noticed her at first. In her hand was a remote control. We stared at each other for a long moment, and then she smiled.
She walked toward me, got just a few feet away, and then passed me to put the remote down next to the VCR. I pivoted carefully to watch her.
“Sorry about that, Bella, but isn’t it better that your mother didn’t really have to be involved in all this?” Her voice was kind.
And suddenly it hit me. My mom was safe. She was still in Florida. She’d never gotten my message. She’d never been terrified by the dark red eyes staring at me now. She wasn’t in pain. She was safe.
“Yes,” I answered, my voice breaking with relief.
“You don’t sound angry that I tricked you.”
“I’m not.” My sudden high made me brave. What did it matter now? It would be over soon. Charlie and Mom would never be hurt, would never have to be afraid. I felt almost dizzy from the relief. Some analytical part of my mind warned me that I was close to snapping from the stress, but then, losing my mind sounded like a decent option right now.
“How odd. You really mean it.” Her dark eyes looked me up and down. The irises were nearly black, just a hint of ruby around the edges. Thirsty. “I will give your strange coven this much, you humans can be quite interesting. I guess I can see the draw of observing you more closely. It’s amazing—some of you seem to have no sense of your own self-interest at all.”
"What do you want from me?" My voice was calm, indifferent. Dangerously so.
I attempted to get my heart rate up again by thinking of all the ways they could kill me. Nothing worked, not after the relief of discovering my mother's safety. At least Jamie hadn't noticed yet.
Jamie raised an eyebrow. "From you? Nothing."
I was confused for a moment, then it hit me. My eyes widened.
"No," I hissed. "You're not touching her."
"Why are you so worried, sweet bird?" Jamie crooned. "I heard that Edythe Cullen could read minds -- she can protect herself just fine. But you..." She reached out with a finger to trace my cheeks. Instantly I jerked away.
"I've always wanted to try my luck against a mind reader," she continued. "Don't we all?"
I became aware of four pairs of glistening teeth, their fangs protruding horribly out of their mouths.
"And not just a mind reader --" she counted on her hand, "-- a seer and a emotion-manipulator as well. You saw what they can do at that meeting, no?"
"Stop it," I said.
"It would be a marvelous hunt," she sighed. "Six of us against seven weak, pitiful, pacifists. The Volturi had limits on killing humans, but not so for our own kind." Her red eyes focused on mine. "I wonder how long those pretty ambers of theirs keep their color. A day? Two weeks, three after I plucked them out?"
"Stop." I couldn’t even stop to wonder where the other vampires had come from. I just stared at her, hoping against all hope that the phone was still on, that they could hear, that they were coming, that Alice had seen. That they would be ready for five vampires instead of one.
"And the first step had already been done for us, too. Bait has dropped itself into our very laps." Rigidly, I sat as she circled about me.
"Now it's time to set the trap."
My blood went cold. Murmurs echoed through the room, agreeing with her. So that's why they hadn't killed me yet, when they could have done so easily before.
I felt her touch like spiders in my hair. She paused in front of me and reached down, gripping both of the chair handles to peer straight into my face.
"So, Bella, do you have any ideas you'd like to volunteer?"
I kept my mouth shut, unmoving.
"You know perfectly what we could do." All eyes turned to a man in the corner. Despite an attractive countenance, he had hungry eyes and flexing, hungrier hands. "We could take her and leave her body for them to find."
Jamie's smile was cold. "Take her?"
I shuddered.
He didn't get the hint. "You know, we -- "
"The next time you say something like that again," Jamie snarled, "I'll nail your fucking body to the sea floor and let the fish take you. Are we clear?"
The man's mouth was open and he closed it. Jamie turned sharply away from him, hissing.
"You know, Bella," she said, ignoring the previous conversation. "I have an idea."
I stared at her, waiting.
"It always struck me strange how your lover is so willing to let you age away and die right before her eyes when the solution was right there. Your poor, cowardly beloved Edythe."
"Would you like to become a vampire, Bella?"
Something clattered outside. Jamie whipped her head around. Instantly all the vampires crouched, stances ready to kill.
"They're here," cried Jamie, her eyes glinting with delighted ferocity. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it like a leash. I gasped in pain.
"You'll be staying with me. Edythe is mine to kill."
The vampires blurred as they moved. One reached for the handle and twisted it, breaking the lock with ease. They opened it.
In stepped a vampire I hadn’t seen before. She must’ve been keeping watch outside. Dark liquid was seeping through a raw wound on her neck, like something had tore a chunk out of it. She gasped, his eyes wide with terror.
"Wolves," she screamed. "Wol--!"
Something large and furry closed its maw about his head with a sickening crunch and wrenched him from the door. Windows shattered as bodies collided with it.
I closed my eyes.
"No." I heard Jamie. "It can't be!"
I reached under my shirt. My hands found the pocket knife nestled in my sports bra. Quickly snapping out the blade, I slashed Jamie's hand. She yelped and let go. Snarling, she made a grab for me. I dodged and fell to the floor.
Something leaped between us, and I heard her crash into the wall.
"Bella?!" A tinny voice yelled from inside my jacket. I slowly crawled to the corner of the room, ignoring the chaos happening around me, and hoisted myself against the wall, struggling to get the phone out of the secret pocket.
"Bella!"
"I'm fine, I'm okay," I said quickly, but my voice still shook. “Is everyone okay?"
I heard a sigh of relief on the other side.
"Yep, never better," Quil replied. Quil. I was surprised I recognized her voice in all the chaos.
I took a sharp breath and wrapped my arms around myself, relief tenth-fold.
“By the way, did you know that one of the blood-suckers’ got electricity powers? They shut down your Mom's whole city; that's why we couldn't contact her using email or phone. Giant disaster."
"Really?"
I was beginning to notice a crackling sound. Puzzled, I held the phone out before me. It was throwing sparks. I hurriedly dropped it on the ground. Nearby, the light bulb shattered, throwing the room into darkness. A bright flash hissed through the air. I lifted my eyes. One of the vampires had lightning zapping from her fingertips, throwing sparks wildly at anything that moved.
Time to leave.
I knew I couldn't do anything. I had known this; that was why I chose to be bait. There was only one way to make sure of Mom's safety while the rest of them arrived, and that was it.
But now my role was over. I had to trust the others, to trust Julie and Edythe to fight well and remain safe. I resigned to slowly crawl out of the room. Keeping myself low and in the dark, I let my hands feel the wall as a guide. And as I made my painful progress, I watched.
The room was a mess. The windows were shattered, and what had been the doorway was now a splintered hole. One vampire was already torn to pieces, her arms and torso scattered on the floor. I couldn't see Carine or Jasper with the speed at which they moved, but Eleanor was wrestling with a brawny man, their long, large fangs bared at each other. Eleanor had scratches and cuts on her arms. Her opponent had more.
A werewolf, who I recognized as Julie, was limping. She whined, backing into the wall. I gasped as two vampires closed in on her.
"No," I moaned.
They leaped, fangs bared. Her head snapped up. She swerved, avoiding them, and closed her jaw onto one's arm. She shook him like Hulk shook a toy, and threw him into the air. The other roared, and slammed against her side. They tumbled, and I tore my gaze from them, searching for others.
I spied the hungry man from before facing off against Rosalie. Her expression, usually indifferent, was now contorted with rage. She must have listened in on the conversation through the phone. I watched, almost in fascination, as she easily dodged his flexing fingers and rammed her foot into his stomach. It came out his back, caked with black viscera. Her hands gripped his head and twisted. Once. Twice. Three times, then wrenched it off, spurting black blood everywhere. I reminded myself to thank her later.
My eyes roved over again and I spotted them. I let out a gasp.
Jamie was dodging about the center of the room, her once-calm face now twisted with rage. Opposite her was my Edythe, teeth bared, and a large, red-furred wolf. Julie! My heart rose to my throat at the sight of them. I never thought I'd see her again. Either of them.
They were fighting viciously against Jamie, who was barely holding out her own. Already her right arm hung limp at her side. I could see a large, black bruise where her collarbone was; Edythe must have snapped it. Her side and shirt was mottled with dark liquid. She had precision and speed, one of an experienced hunter. From her words before, this hadn't been the first time she'd hunted vampires. Against any other opponent, she would have won.
Not with my Edythe and Julie. Julie, who I was startled to see, fought like she was reading Edythe’s mind. Or Edythe hers. But no, it was too fluid. Julie, Julie. It’s like I’d never seen her before. She looked so fierce, so beautiful.
Edythe moved with the agility of any immortal seventeen years old girl; youthful, graceful, merciless. Her lunges were wild and unpredictable. Julie moved like one used to fighting to protect. Her motions were clean-cut and calculated, a pack leader's mentality. The both of them moved like partners in a dance, filling in where the other left open. They clicked like lock and key, thrust and parry, sword and shield. Jamie was a goner.
They almost had her, and she knew it. A break to the leg or a bite to the neck and she would be gone. Her head snapped about, taking in the scene around her, searching for help. Her allies were falling one by one, and those that didn't had ran. Outside, I heard two distinct, victorious howls. It was a matter of time. She was going to lose.
I had reached the door and was just about to ease myself out when her eyes found me.
Edythe must have read her mind, because she cried out, "NO!"
In one movement, Jamie lunged. As if in slow motion, I saw her coming towards me, mouth open wide, white fangs glinting in the moonlight. I shoved myself out the doorway but it was too late. My arms flew up to shield myself, and her teeth found my wrist.
Two sharp points pierced my flesh. A second later her entire jaw closed about my wrist like a metal trap snapping shut. I could hear the crunch of bone.
"NO!"
Daggers of pain erupted at my wrist like wildfire.
I screamed.
A/N: I had to change so much here, dear god. There was no way I was having Bella run off on her own without telling anyone, so I had to rewrite that whole scene after the letter. Then I took Bly’s lovely rough draft rewrite of this chapter and tweaked it so it made a little more sense with the way the story was now. Basically, there were a lot of changes that I’m sure I’ve forgotten about and let slip through the cracks, but since I’m the only one of the old group left, and have the memory of a broken colander, I don’t think y’all will hold it against me (also I decided to stick with the old technology, cause I like that). I might go back and add some scenes with Julie. I really enjoy the ot3 but I don’t want it to seem like it came out of left field.
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farfromsugafanfic · 4 years ago
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Heartbreak Weather
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Genre: Weatherman!Jin, Metropolis/loosely based off comic books, Rivalry, soft Enemies to Lovers
Pairing: Jin/Male Reader
Warnings: all the sexual tension lol, hurricanes
Synopsis: The rival weatherman at Channel 5 just so happens to be Kim Seokjin who you just so happened to have had a thing with in college. Sort of. When a hurricane brings the two of you back together again, the forecast calls for love and dredged up feelings.
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"Will you please turn that off?" you asked, taking a sip of your coffee. Normally, you took it with a little vanilla-flavored creamer, but much like that morning's coffee, you were bitter.
"Aw, why? Seokjin looks so cute in his turtleneck this morning," one of the writers said, fawning over the Channel 5 weatherman. "Maybe you should start wearing turtlenecks. It might boost our ratings." 
You rolled your eyes as the red light came on indicating that you would soon be on camera. You set your coffee to the side and stepped in front of the green screen. 
"Good morning, Metropolis," you said. "You can expect some light rain on your commute today. It should clear up by lunchtime though and it will be partly cloudy for the rest of the day. You watched as the map viewers saw at home shifted as you shifted the topic. "As you know, a hurricane is forming a few hundred miles off the coast. We are currently predicting landfall early next week. I will be traveling to Diamond Beach as the storm approaches to give you the most recent updates. Thanks for watching Channel 4 News, now here's Andrea with traffic."
The red light switched from you and onto Andrea's camera on the other side of the studio. You let out a sigh and walked back to your desk away from the main set. 
"You went to school with him, right?" the same writer asked, still watching Seokjin on the screen. His station gave him more screentime because he was so well loved in the city, often they pan to him coming back from commercial breaks and whenever there was a view question or poll. 
"Yeah," you said. There was only one university near Metropolis that offered a robust meteorology program and most of the city's weather people came from it. You and Seokjin had gone through together, even graduating at the same ceremony. 
"Wow, was he still so stunning in college? Like, I don't think I could've focused if he was in my classes."
"Depends on who you ask."
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5 Years Earlier
"Having trouble focusing?" you asked Seokjin as you noticed his dark eyes were no longer looking down at the computer screen. 
"Hmm, it's a bit hard when you look at the screen like that," he said, smirking and turning around to lean against the desk. "Tell me, what's a guy gotta do to get you to look at him like that?"
"Be a warm front." You watched as a warm front moved towards the city while a cold one moved simultaneously from the other direction. 
"What if I'm a hot front?" He turned to face you, his hip still leaning against the desk, but his body was close enough that it brushed yours as he moved. 
"Seokjin, stop." You clicked a few more times and turned to flip through your textbook. "It's a storm for sure. A thunderstorm or tornado. Shit, it could be anything, how are we supposed to figure this out."
"Its the weather, not heart surgery. We can be wrong fifty percent of the time and still good at our job."
"But, if we're wrong fifty percent of the time, we'll fail this class."
Jin sighed and crossed his arms as his eyes lingered down your body. "Listen, Y/N. We both know that you're going to stress about this for twenty minutes and then figure it out like you always do. Now, come on, let's take a break."
"And do what?" you asked, letting out a breath between your teeth, not tearing your eyes away from the screen.
"I don't know. I have a few ideas though" His breath was against your ear and his body heat radiated against your own. 
"Seokjin, this can't happen."
"Why not?"
"Cause I need to focus on school. I'm here on a scholarship. I can't risk distractions."
Jin sighed and looked down at the weather map on the screen. "It's a thunderstorm," he said. "The currents aren't strong enough for a tornado and based on the patterns, its the most logical." 
You quickly wrote down the answer and his reasoning, realizing that he was right. How he surmised the answer so quickly, especially when he was barely paying attention baffled you. 
"All right, now, come on," he said. "I'm taking you out for lunch and you can't deny me that. I know you're hungry."
"Fine," you said, shutting your textbooks and allowing the computer's screensaver to come on.
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Just hours later that same night, you found yourself looking up at the ceiling of Jin's bedroom. Soft cotton sheets wrapped around your torso and they felt softer than even the best sheets you'd ever owned. His shirtless form was turned away from you and you resisted the urge to reach up and run a hand through his dark hair. He'd let it grow long recently, the ends of his hair beginning to grow onto his neck.
"Stop staring at me," Seokjin said, you could hear the smirk in his voice. He turned around to face you. His eyes were calm and soft like the sheets, but you couldn't help but feel the sadness. The knowing.
"How'd you know?" Your voice was small.
"I could feel it. Your eyes hurt, you know?"
You did know. You knew how much it hurt Jin to see your eyes wander down the shape of his torso. That the way you always reached to push his ill-fitting glasses up the bridge of his nose hurt. That knowing he couldn't reach out and sneak his fingertips underneath the hem of your sweater.
"I'm sorry."
"I know, it's okay."
"It's not, Seokjin. We need to move on. Forget about each other. It's best for our futures."
"You know that's not true."
"Seokjin, we both want the same things in life. We'd be competing with each other for every job. We'd rush to get the story before the other. It wouldn't last."
"We don't know that unless we try."
"Seokjin, I don't want to give myself the chance to hate you."
You got up from the bed and buttoned your shirt, pulled on your trousers, and tied your shoes. Seokjin watched you, didn't try to stop you as you headed towards the door. Gripping the doorknob, you walked out and back down to the sidewalk below. 
Following that day, you didn't see Seokjin again. Sure, he still sat a few rows in front of you, he still presented in class, you glanced over his name in the paper when it was announced he was taking over the weather position for Channel 5. You saw him on billboards and on Reddit posts. Yet, you never met allowed your eyes to meet his again. Unless it was through the warm, freshly printed Metropolis Daily.
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Nearly no one was heading east towards Diamond Beach. Westbound traffic was full of cars heading into the city to weather the storm, while eastbound only consisted of a few cars. Mostly media and others who couldn't drop everything and run from the hurricane. 
You could just make out the Channel 5 van ahead of you. Focusing down on your laptop which was tracking the conditions minute by minute, you tried not to focus on the fact you would likely run into Seokjin. 
This certainly wasn't the first time a hurricane or tropical storm caused you and Seokjin to collide like convergent fronts. Every year you found yourself at Diamond Beach trying not to watch his broadcast from a few meters down the beach.
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Two Hours Later
"Hello, this Y/N Y/L/N reporting for Channel 4 news. Hurricane Roke is expected to make landfall later tonight. Most of Diamond Beach and the surrounding areas have been evacuated as Roke is currently a category four storm. I will be monitoring the storm and providing updates through Twitter throughout the night and I'll be back on the beach at 5am. This has been Y/N Y/L/N covering Hurricane Roke. Now, back to the studio."
You felt Jin's eyes on you as you gave your report. He was about two hundred feet down the beach. He wore a similar coat to your own and even with his hood pulled up you could feel the way his eyes cut through you. 
Once the red light on your camera went off, the one on Seokjin's came on and he began his report. It was nearly identical to yours, Seokjin adding his own flair and charm. Like you wished you could. 
Seokjin finished his broadcast and your filmographer began to pack up. "I'll see you bright and early in the morning?" she asked, her hair catching in the wind and obscuring her face. 
You nodded and helped her pack up the camera and other supplies, working quickly to prevent it from getting damaged from the wind or rain. Walking up the beach and back to the hotel felt like it took forever, especially with the heavy filming equipment. 
Your filmographer had already checked in earlier and headed to her room, carrying the camera and filming equipment. You kept the portable meteorological tools, already anxious to set it up in your room. Jin and his filmographer came in just as you got to the front desk. 
Giving them your name, you handed them your ID and the company credit card. The receptionist furrowed her brow and glanced up at you. 
"It looks like your room was accidentally double booked," she said. "I apologize, but due to the current situation, would you mind sharing?"
"Uh, sure, that's no problem. Who am I sharing with?"
The woman squinted at her computer. "Kim Seokjin."
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"You're not even going to look at me?" Seokjin asked as the two of you set up your computers. He'd let you have the desk while he took the counter of the kitchenette. 
"Not until I get this setup."
Seokjin sighed and pulled out his phone. Service was already finicky, but he managed to pull up Spotify and got music to play. It was soft, as not to disturb your neighbors in the packed hotel. 
You smiled as you heard the familiar tune "Dancing Queen". Jin was a fan of older music and the two of you used to listen to ABBA's Greatest Hits when studying together. 
"You still listen to this?"
"Of course," he said. "It makes me happy."
It made you happy too and when you finished setting up your computer you peaked out the window. The storm was still a couple of hours from landfall, but the trees were already swaying wildly. 
"It's going to be a big one," Jin said, glancing at you and catching your eye. It was the first time you'd truly looked at each other since the day you'd left him on his own. It felt like a lightning bolt skewered you in half. 
"Yeah," you said, sitting down on the bed. "It is."
You traced the seams of the comforter with your index finger. The song switched and this time it was "Can't Help Falling In Love With You". 
Jin finished setting up his computer. Your screen and his looked nearly identical showing a map of the coastline and the storm approaching. He sat down beside you, closer than you would've thought an acquaintance would sit. 
"We should go to bed. Early start tomorrow." His voice commanded you to look at him. "Let's not fight over the bed." Placing down the two extra pillows down the center of the bed, he went to the bathroom to change.
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The storm was in full force when you made your way outside. The four of you: you, Jin, and your two filmographers tried to get onto the beach, but the sand cut your skin. Various debris already littered the beach. Mostly seaweed and tree branches, although you noticed a few shoes and patio furniture from the nearby condos.
"The hotel said we could report from outside," you said. "It'd be safer."
Jin chewed on his cheek and glanced out at the beach. The two filmographers began to set up their cameras and you did you best to ensure your hair didn't fall into your face. You stood away from the wind, finding it hard to breath with it blowing onto your face. 
"Seokjin! Stop!" His filmographer yelled, abandoning his equipment, he rushed towards the other man. You turned to see that Seokjin had taken off towards the beach, seemingly want to report from there no matter the circumstances. 
You looked over at your coworker and she gave you a curt nod, ensuring that she would watch over the equipment. She dragged both cameras inside the lobby one at a time. Giving her an empathetic look, you took off running towards the beach, hoping to catch up with Seokjin before he got entirely soaked. 
When you came to the edge of the beach, you saw that Seokjin was already halfway out, his filmographer not far behind. You sighed and continued out, knowing he was determined to give the report from as close to the middle of the storm as he could.
The filmographer neared the middle of the beach, fearing going any further. When you caught up to him, you stopped to catch your breath, even though it was nearly impossible with the wind. Your breath was swept away as soon as you drew it in. 
"He's crazy," the other man said. "I have no idea why he's doing this." 
"He always has to go the extra mile," you said, rolling your eyes. "Even if it's stupid and dangerous."
Seokjin turned back to look for his camera operator, only to see him halted halfway up the beach. Seokjin was three-quarters of the way up the beach now, reaching dangerously close to the rough tide. He noticed you still running towards him and smiled before a gust of wind knocked him off his feet.
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Your chest constricted when you saw Jin get thrown off his feet. He landed a few feet away in the sand. You ran as quickly as you could, falling to your knees beside him. 
"Are you okay?" you asked, looking him over. 
His eyes looked up at you, obviously taking in your features. Yet, his lips said nothing. 
"You crazy bastard! What the hell were you thinking? Rushing out here like that? You of all people should know how dangerous that is." You could barely catch your breath between words as you placed your hands on his arms to help him sit up. He didn't budge, however, his eyes just locked on your face. 
"What are you doing?" you asked, sighing and dropping your hands from his hands, looking down to meet his eyes for the first time.
He smiled when you finally met his eyes and leaned up to connect his lips to yours. It was brief due to the circumstances, but it felt like lightning coursing through your veins. 
"I ran cause I knew you would chase me."
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musical-shit-show · 4 years ago
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Two Sides: Chapter 4
Previous Chapters: (1) (2) (3)
Characters: Musical!Beetlejuice, Female!OC, Lydia Deetz, Barbara Maitland, Adam Maitland
Warnings: anxiety, supernatural elements, cursing, kissing, sexual references, strange dreams (?), mentions of death
Word Count: 1,878
Author’s Note: So it has been a while since I posted this fic...I’ve honestly been distracted by other writing ventures but I forgot how fun this story was to write, so I will be updating more frequently (if anyone is reading, that is). As always, comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Enjoy :)
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Chapter 4
“Oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck what did I do—” Cassandra started to panic, all blood draining from her naturally rosy face. She checked the business card again, frantically scanning it for any more information on the frightening being that had suddenly appeared in her room. Beetlejuice looked absolutely elated. He straightened his tie as he eagerly crossed towards her, his hair still glowing a vibrant green that illuminated the entire room.
“Shh, hey, hey, hey, new girl, listen,” the demon cooed, fostering a false sense of security to quell her anxiety, “I just wanted to show my appreciation, what with you saying my name and all.” He extended his hand. Chipped black nail polish accented his fingertips. “Put her there.” 
Cassandra had barely extended her hand towards his when, like lightning, Beetlejuice yanked her forward, causing her to stumble. In one fell swoop the demon caught the living woman, dipped her clumsily, and placed an entirely non-consensual kiss on her lips. 
The ever-present smell of decay was increased exponentially now that Cassandra had come in direct contact with its source. She held her breath, paralyzed by the sudden and rather forceful kiss. When he finally released her, Beetlejuice sported a smug smile, licking his lips in what he thought was a seductive manner. Cassandra wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand, using every bit of strength in her to keep from vomiting at the taste of filth on her tongue. 
“I can’t thank ya enough for setting me free, doll,” Beetlejuice said, running his hand through his sickly green hair. His frantic energy made Cassandra even more anxious, “Being dead is fun and all but sometimes a guy’s gotta stretch his legs back into the world of the living, ya know?”
Cassandra’s head was spinning. ‘So, this guy is dead?’ she thought at lightning speed, ‘And I somehow set him free—whatever that means—by reciting some word from a fucking business card?!’ Beetlejuice noticed her slack jawed expression and grinned coyly.
“I take it you don’t know who I am, do ya?” he said, knowing the answer. If she had known who he was, she would’ve never been naive enough to read the card out loud. 
“No,” she said quietly, feeling a slight quiver in her voice as she spoke to the specter, “I mean, I’ve already met two dead people today, but they didn’t look anything like you. Who exactly are you, again?”
“I’m the ghost with the most, babes,” he replied, adjusting his coat, as if smoothing down the ratty suit jacket would make him look even the slightest bit presentable, “That word you so generously repeated three times is my name. Don’t wear it out.” The man grinned, and Cassandra scanned him again, noticing he had what appeared to be light green moss growing on his face. 
The striped suit, the green hair and moss…it triggered a strange sense of déjà vu. Suddenly, her mind flashed back to her eerie dream from the car ride. A look of dawning realization crossed her face, causing the demon to smile as if he were reading her mind.
“Yeah, that little vision you had earlier?” he said, smiling proudly, “That was all me. Breathers make it so easy to get into their heads, especially when they already have an affinity for the strange and unusual.” He quirked an eyebrow, studying her confused expression, “Though, not strange and unusual enough to see me when you arrived.”
“So, you’re invisible to everyone unless someone says your name three times?” Cassandra questioned. The specter nodded his head, “And I ‘set you free’? What exactly does that mean?” 
“It means I can affect the human world again,” he said with casually, whipping out a cigarette and beat-up purple lighter, “Lyds banished me a couple of months ago because I might’ve accidentally set fire to some shit around the house. Major bummer. But thanks to you, BJ is back, baby—” 
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Cassandra said, cutting him off, “You know Lydia too?” She felt her blood begin to boil as another secret her roommate kept from her was revealed. 
“Oh yeah, ‘course I do,” the demon said as he silently held out his pack of Marlboros, totally oblivious to the woman’s anger. Cassandra waved them away and he shrugged, taking a long drag of the cigarette wedged between his wide fingers, “She and I go way, way back. Adam and Babs too. In fact, they—” Suddenly, the door swung open, causing the demon’s mouth to clamp shut. Lydia stood in the doorway, her thin frame heaving with fury.
“Hey, asshole,” she said, her voice quiet and controlled, “How the fuck did you get back here.” Lydia marched up to the ghoul through a cloud of cigarette smoke, grabbing his tie and pulling him downward a few inches to meet her eyeline. 
Though Beetlejuice presented himself as a terrifying demon, Lydia’s rage had him shaking in his striped suit, the cigarette that hung loosely in his mouth moments before falling lightly thumping onto the hardwood floor. He silently pointed at Cassandra, who had her arms folded across her chest, her fingers gripping her arms tightly as she stared at her roommate. Lydia’s expression softened, and she let go of her ghostly companion and crossed to her roommate, who was growing redder by the second.
“Cassie, how—” 
“Oh, I don’t know, Lydia,” Cassandra snapped before the question could even be completed, “maybe if you didn’t leave weird summoning cards around, I wouldn’t have accidentally met another one of your friends. I take it that he’s a ghost, too?”
“Well, technically I’m a demon, but—” Beetlejuice started, thoroughly loving the drama. Lydia held up a hand to silence him once more. She pointed to the door.
“You,” she said, her blood still boiling from his shenanigans, “Out. Now.” Beetlejuice narrowed his eyes, and with a snap of his fingers, he vanished. 
“Look, Cass,” Lydia said, pinching the bridge of her nose, clearly overwhelmed, “I had nothing to do with the card. Beej did. I didn’t think I’d have to tell you about him because I assumed he was still good and banished. I’m really, really sorry.”
“Just, please tell me what’s going on?” Cassandra said, a clear strain in her voice, “I honestly don’t think my heart can take any more surprises today. Full truth, no secrets.” Lydia exhaled deeply and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for her roommate to follow.
She recapped as much as she possibly could in a short amount of time. Lydia told Cassandra all of the important points: meeting Barbara and Adam after moving in, running into Beetlejuice on the roof, wreaking havoc, travelling to the Netherworld.
“He tried to do what—?” Cassandra blurted when Lydia mentioned Beetlejuice’s scheme to become human, “Were you not, like, 15?” Lydia shrugged.
“It was a green card thing,” she deadpanned. Cassandra cracked an incredulous smile, and Lydia broke into a giggle, “Seriously though, I weirdly understand why he did it. He wanted to be alive again so badly, and I had a plan to get rid of him. Turns out ‘marrying’ him gave him a dose of reality and me a chance to send his ass back to the Netherworld.” Cassandra raised her eyebrows in agreement, still trying wrap her mind around how marrying a ghost (demon? spirit? eldritch horror?) would bring them back to life.
“So why did you let him back, after all the shit he pulled, I mean?” Cassandra asked. Lydia picked at her black nail polish, which began flaking onto the bedspread. 
“I, well…I saw how lonely he was,” she confessed, “That’s what made us such good friends in the beginning; we both felt invisible.” Casandra smiled sadly, thinking to her own feelings of isolation; Lydia had partially saved her from those feelings. Although her loneliness had manifested in other ways, she understood how comforting it must’ve been to find someone who shared that feeling, even if they happened to be a dead guy with green hair dressed in an obnoxious striped suit.
“So, even after I killed him,” Lydia added casually, “it only took him a few months to show up again. Came topside again for some bio-exorcism a few towns over, and jumped at the chance to bury the hatchet.” She smiled fondly. “I didn’t mind, either. He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s my pain in the ass.” 
“Did someone say ‘pain in the ass’?” Beetlejuice materialized once more, this time with a bag of popcorn and a ‘Go Lydia’ pennant. “So, did I miss the catfight?” he asked gleefully, waving the small flag eagerly. Lydia pinched the bridge of her nose and Cassandra stifled a laugh. Her life had truly taken a turn to the ridiculously absurd over the course of one afternoon.
“Get off her bed, weirdo,” Lydia scolded, “I was just catching up Cassie on everything, since someone decided to be a dick about me banishing them for scaring the daylights out of some very important clients—” 
 “Now, now, Lyds, let’s not point any fingers here,” the demon retorted, brushing the dust off of his ancient suit, “You wouldn’t want to embarrass me in front of our guest, would you?” Lydia stuck her tongue out at him, and Beetlejuice sneered, the two of them acting like annoyed siblings. Cassandra suppressed another giggle, not wanting to encourage any more bickering. 
“Cass, this is Beej,” Lydia said, turning to her, “Or BJ. Don’t call him by his full name unless you want to banish or summon him. If you wanna get rid of his stupid ass, just say it three times in a row again. Really works when he’s being a prick.” She smirked while Beetlejuice still pouted. Cassandra was still studying him intently, fascinated with his entire being even after Lydia had explained his presence. As ghosts, Barbara and Adam were interesting to say the least, but Beetlejuice was something completely different.
Lydia gave an exasperated sigh, also feeling quite overwhelmed by the day’s events “Also, we were gonna maybe play a board game or watch a movie or something soon. You in?” Cassandra nodded, still trying to absorb all of the information that had just been thrown at her. She decided it was in her best interest to act as normal as possible now so she could bombard her roommate with even more questions after the weekend was over. Lydia then turned to Beetlejuice, who was oddly quiet, “You’re more than welcome to stick around too, Beej. If you behave yourself, that is.” He rolled his eyes, muttering something indistinct to himself. 
“What was that?” she asked, her tone far more threatening. The faintest streak of white appeared in the ghoul’s hair, indicating that he was actually afraid of her.
“Nothing, oh best friend of mine,” he said dully.
Lydia smirked again, and glided towards the door, turning her attention to Cassandra, “Seeing as you’re the one who summoned him, it might be in your best interest to get to know our little demon friend a little better while I set up tonight’s activities, eh Cass?”
“Lyds, I don’t—”
“Hey, what do you mean by little—?”
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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years ago
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It’s The Avengers (03x05)
Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)
Season 3 Episode 05: Oh no! My Insecurities!
Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.
Warnings: one those tropes. one of those sexy sexy tropes
Word Count: what is the science behind wanting to eat so much junk when one has money to spare? I would really like to know so that I can ask my brain how it work without it for sooooo long and then one day decided to go batchit crazy. Maybe I was eating away my insecurities. But then again, when I was anxious I lost weight like anything because I just cuold not bring myself to freaking eat! What is it body and brain?! What makes you crave that dirty dirty foood! *gollum’s voice* tell me you filthy animal!
MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)
Tony stood in the kitchenette in front of a mixer, adding in a variety of green vegetables present in front of him, a tune on his lips in the form of a whistle that only stopped when he crossed eyes with the camera.
“Oh, hi! Didn’t see you there! I’m just here making myself an amazing green smoothie. Good for the heart and the head.”
Tony took in a lungful and turned the mixer on with a satisfied sigh leaving him. “What a beautiful day, isn’t it?”
The camera panned out to watch Vision walking into the Lounge, a blank expression painted on his face as he tilted his head to watch Tony at work. “You seem quite chirpy today,” he stated the obvious.
“I am. I have made quite the progress in my therapy and I am beginning to feel so much lighter than I was ever before. Letting go of stuff that worries me, you know. Aah, it feels good to not care about a thing in the world.”
The camera settled on Vision’s face. He blinked and tried to furrow his brows as he had seen everyone else around him do. “So, you no longer care about Y/N?”
The mixer was turned off and the container opened to pour the contents into a glass. Tony chuckled. “Y/N will be fine. Loki is there with her. Carol will be meeting them soon enough. I don’t have to worry about much. I’ll look at the footage once I get time from my mini-vacay I’ll be taking in our backyard. You should come too.”
Vision straightened his head and nodded. “I would love to,” he acknowledged the invitation while taking his potion of the green juice offered by Stark, “and I have to say Barton’s worries were wrong about you.”
“What worries?” Tony asked, a bit disinterested, taking a sip of his smoothie.
“That you would, and I quote, ‘go apeshit when you find out that Y/N dawned the role of Dominatrix seducing Loki to help him escape the clutches of a space sex slave trafficker.”
The glass went away from his lips with one smooth movement of his arms. “Say what now?”
Vision had already drained the glass. “He was referring to the whorehouse they escaped from yesterday. Y/N has quite the talent when it comes to weakening the guards of the male of many space creatures. It is quite extraordinary to witness someone so guarded and introverted like her completely expose her-”
His words are halted by the sound of glass breaking. The camera panned out to watch wide-eyed, visibly in shock Tony looking into a void before turning to meet Vision’s gaze.
“Oh shoot. I accidentally let the glass slip from my hands. Butterfingers,” Tony lied. Like a liar. “Don’t worry, you go ahead. I’ll clean it up.”
A natural shade of worry came over Vision’s face, silently staring at the shattered glass and Tony for a few seconds before seemingly coming to terms with it. “...okay. As I was saying, Y/N has quite the talent when it comes to slowly and tenderly pulling apart, one by one, her-”
The entire batch of vegetables was pushed into the sink and the garbage disposal was turned on, drowning Vision’s words while Tony deadpan looked at the camera.
Vision: Acting skills *blinks at the camera* I was trying to tell Tony about Y/N’s acting skills.
“Tony, are you alright?” Vision asked over the crushing of a fresh carrot being shoved down the sink.
“I’m fine,” Tony stretched his lips in a smile while his eyes never let go of the horror, shoving the biggest gourd from the vegetable pile down the sink to murder it while the camera zoomed in on his disturbing expression, “everything’s fine.”
Vision’s golden pupils contracted as he looked at Tony and then up at the camera.
Vision: *sombre mood**holds a cigar in his hand**looks at a distant void* All these years saving the earth, I think Tony has forgotten the meaning of keeping things light.
*turns at the camera* Hm? Oh, no I am not smoking this. This is for adding an intense effect to the conversation *smiles* Rhodey and Sam taught me that.
 The Facility Entrance
One camera looked down from the first floor at the dark skin plump lady entering the facility with Happy, being directed towards the elevator. “Who is she?” The camera swivelled from the stranger disappearing downstairs to a curious Scott bending way more than he should over the railing to get a good look at the stranger. He would have almost tripped over if it weren’t for Rhodey grabbing his pants when he did.
“I was just checking for ants on the roof down-on the uhh ceiling there,” Scott tried to explain himself while trying to sound cool and casual- nothing like a normal human about to fall face-first on the ground floor.
“Yeah, and I was looking for a dumb chimp set free,” Rhodey mocked a laugh before gesturing him towards the lounge.
“I would consider myself more of a Panamanian white-faced Capuchin,” he muttered under his breath as he followed the man.
In the lounge, Vision stirred cream into his cup of coffee while Tony seemingly brooded in front of the flatscreen. 
The camera looked at an unaware Tony turning his head from the screen, first at Rhodey and then at the elevator when it dinged at the arrival of the woman.
Tony got up as the woman stepped foot into the lounge, taking in the place around her. “What are you doing here? We didn’t have a session today!” Tony called out with his arms open to display his surprise, his eyes bouncing in question from Happy to Rhodey.
The woman in a Mauve dress handed her coat to Happy while passing a look at the cameras around the lounge along with the company. “I was called by a concerned friend about you having an episode here this morning.”
One of the cameras panned in on Vision taking a sip of his coffee while sharing a look with it before disappearing out of the lounge through a wall as quietly as he had come.
Tony stuttered in shock, unable to get words out of his mouth. “Wh-ha-wh-I did NOT have an episode!”
The woman looked at him with a dead expression, not even blinking. “So you did not force a gourd down the garbage disposal?” she asked in a low pitch, even Scott felt a tingle of horror down his spine.
Tony paused for a second before crossing his arms across his chest. “The gourd was rotten,” he simply stated.
“For sleeping with your daughter?” came another dead snap from the lady, leaving Scott’s jaw on the floor with a muted ‘what’. And Tony’s eyes went wide with rage. “HE DID NOT SLEEP WITH MY DAUGHTER! HE SO MUCH AS TOUCHES HER WITH THE WRONG INTENTION, IT WILL BE HIM INSTEAD OF THAT GOURD IN-” Tony paused to look around the room, realising what he just did.
“Congratulations, Anthony,” the lady exclaimed with not even an ounce of sympathy in her voice, “you just played yourself. Now sit yo ass down before I have to whoop it like the time when you and James broke curfew to go party at night.”
Rhodey gasped in full offence. “Mama, why you gotta bring me in every time he does somethin’ wrong?!”
Scott gasped again, looking right at Rhodey, “She’s your mama?!” The delight on his face and in his high-pitched voice was immeasurable.
“You wanna find out, come sit on the couch next to yo brother,” she replied, pointing at the sofa while she herself took the comfy armchair and got her reading glasses and notebook out of her purse.
Rhodey stood there contemplating for a second before giving a nod. “You’re on your own, Anthony.”
Tony sat down on the couch. “Traitor,” he called out to Rhodey’s figure walking away.
Scott folded his hands in front of him and turned to Mrs Rhodes. “What can I get you, Mrs Rhodes? Tea, coffee, juice, Pina Colada?”
Mrs Rhodes smiled at Scott. “Tea would be nice, darling. Thank you.” And turned back to Tony only to be distracted by the image of you and Lulu sitting in what seemed like a parking lot of some Motel made in modern Egyptian architecture. You stroked Lulu’s hair while he purred when Loki walked out of the entrance towards you.
“We got a room. Come on,” he mentioned before walking towards a patio with you and the rest.
“Is that-” Mrs Rhodes did not say anymore as her eyes still tried to come in terms with what she was seeing.
“A live feed with eight-hour delay coming from one of the cameras they have with them. Javier’s behind the camera. He’s a sweet boy. And that dark-haired beast is Loki,” Tony grumbled under his breath, his eyes never leaving the God on the screen.
“I don’t care about him,” she announced, horrified, “what in the name of Christ is that damn thing walking around with your daughter?!”
Tony looked back at the screen, confused. “That’s Lulu. It’s some cat-like alien she adopted. It’s harmless. All it does is hoot and chirp all day.”
Mrs Rhodes’ eyes went away from the screen to a distant void to contemplate something inside her head. “You daughter. Adopted. An alien.” Turning towards Tony with those judgmental eyes of a mother, she almost sang, “Now, who does that remind me of? Honey-” she called out for Scott without taking her eyes off Tony- “might as well keep a bottle of scotch ready for me.”
 Fifteen Minutes Later
The camera was now settled outside the Lounge in the balcony with a sneaky Scott looking inside past Tony and Mrs Rhodes at the flatscreen. He was so engrossed in his OTP’s movements, he did not sense Sam walking down the stairs from the garden-cum-bar on the roof. Sam, on the other hand, looked at the man with pure judgement before settling down on the lounge seat behind the strategically set plants in front of the window. “‘Sup, stalker.”
Scott sighed. “Come up with another name, I can’t hear what they are talking about.”
��Why would you want to hear what Tony and Mrs Rhodes are talking about?”
“No! Not them! Y/N and Loki! Tony kicked me out because he’s having a therapy session. I don’t care what those two are talking about. I want to find out what is going on between those two!”
Sam shrugged. “Use their earphones man,” he pointed at Ana behind the camera, who took two wireless earpieces out of frame before handing it to them.
“...just two people staying at a motel for the night. Not to mention stuck on another planet with no one but each other to trust. Now tell me what is not to your liking here, Tony,” Mrs Rhodes’ voice echoed through the earpieces.
Tony head slumped on the headrest of the sofa as he watched the feed.
You entered the decently spacious room coloured in themes of sandy yellow with patterns of blue halfway on the walls, putting your backpack down on the table in the middle. “Wow! This looks so much more decent for a space Motel,” you appreciated.
Loki dropped the bag he was carrying, almost receiving a wince from you. “Careful! The Hardy boys said half of this stuff is to be handled with care.”
“They are shurikens, tasers and canisters of medicines. I think we’ll be fine, darling. And what is with you adding space to everything you see here?”
You swiped a finger at the window sill, impressed at it having gathered no dust at all. “What should I call it then, space buddy?”
Loki paused before letting loose the slightest smirk. “Learn the names of the places you visit. And the people you meet. And the objects you discover. You never know when it might become handy.”
Mrs Rhodes raised a brow at Tony, who was frustrated at not finding any window to point his fingers at Loki.
“Oh, I never thought about it that way,” you stated, before turning away from the windows view to a beautiful garden outside. “So, who’s taking the couch.”
Javier called dibs by jumping on the couch before anyone of you could say something, leaving you and Loki to look at each other before looking at the lone bed.
"Loki," you sang in a suspicious tone, "there is only one bed."
Both Scott and Tony felt their bodies pause everything to lean a little towards the screen.
Loki too, stood still by the foot of the bed, exactly opposite to you. "The receptionist said she can loan us an extra mattress."
You raised your head and your brows. "Did she now." Taking a casual step towards the edge of the bed you stopped you saw Loki cover the same distance as you. "You know, I have had a looong journey. And a space journey on top of that-" you let your finger run itself over the edge of the white sheet covering the mattress- "not to mention I'm a weak little human. So I should-"
"Before you finish that sentence," Loki interrupted with his raised finger, "might I remind you of the one thing that is keeping you safe in this...space. To fight monsters and horny space young adults-"
"You told me I used 'space' a lot."
"I don't care-” he breathed even before your words ended- “that thing is me. So, as a sign of your gratitude I should-”
Before he could finish the sentence, you jumped over the bed and he followed by a nearly screamed out ‘no!’ in your direction, his entirety landing over you.
There lay both of you, crossed upon each other.
“Ar-Are you seeing this?!” Tony yelled over here, flailing his hands at the flat screen, directing Mrs Rhodes’ gaze at the zero distance between your butt and his body.
“Give me this bed, Loki!!” you declared from under him, your voice almost muffled by the sheets and pillows.
“No, I am having this bed and you can fight me if you want,” Loki announced with his claws in the sheets against the movement of your butt to move him away from you and ultimately from the bed.
While Tony was having a crisis, the camera caught another face outside the lounge window staring at the screen with a dropped jaw and a hand to the heart. Another one stared at that dropped jaw, trying to make sense of it.
“Hey,” Sam called out to Scott before proceeding to poke his arm with a finger, “hey. You okay? You havin’ a stroke? You gotta tell me if you havin’ a stroke. Scott. Scott. Tell me if you havin’ a stroke so I can get up and go. Scott. Sco-”
Sam: *deadpan* Oh my God, he fuckin’ dead.
*silence*
*snickers* *gets out his phone* I gotta text Peter this.
“What am I trying to see here?” Mrs Rhodes finally sighed.
Tony’s face felt like she just punched him in the chest. “What do you mea- that son of a bitch trying to get insufferably close to my daughter!” Tony wheezed and hissed and nearly cried.
“Your daughter doesn’t seem to care,” she laid back into the cosy chair while looking at the screen with keen observation.
You held the edges of the bed frame when Loki tried to pull you away. “NO! MINE!” you yelled, never ready for Loki’s pointed fingers coming to poke you in your waist. The sound that came out of you made Lulu jump from the window sill and hide under the sofa. “DO THAT AGAIN AND I WILL FART IN YOUR STUPID FACE!!”
“Not before I pick you up and chuck you on the lumpy mattress they will send over-ow, you are heavy.”
Loki was already grabbing you by the waist, ready to pull you away from the bed to the chair on the other end. But he was not ready for the work of your hands, pulling away on the bed sheet to twist around and wrap him in it, covering his face entirely. Your action made him move back with some muffled curses, his back banging into the wall, letting you get a headstart on that bed. But that headstart too was made up for thanks to his weirdly long legs, his arms pulling on your legs to get you off that frame you were hanging on to with your life.
Both of you grunted and fought to claim more territory than the other before the eight-hour travel wore both of you down to panting and tapping out of this messed up wrestling game.
“Time out,” you tapped, “time out. Let’s be adults about this.”
Loki nodded, turning on his back to breathe and get up. “Let’s go take a walk. Get some air. We’ll decide when we come back.”
“Cool,” you gulped in some spit to wet your overworked throat, “when we get back and still don’t know what to do, Javi can sleep in the bed and we choose between the sofa and the mattress.”
Javier knocked on the side table to bring your eyes to him. ‘I don’t want anything to do with this’, he signed before tucking his head under a tide-pod shaped cushion, leaving you and Loki to sort this bedroom tussle.
“What is it?”
“Everything?!”
“I cannot help you until you tell me exactly what it is that is making you uncomfortable, Tony.”
“Well, for starters, the very existence of this son of a-”
“Anthony.” The stress on his name followed by the death stare brought Tony to calm him down and slump back into the sofa. He raised his hands before letting them drop in defeat.
“You know I just met her, right? She just walked into my life, Roberta. Well, of course, that walking in part was something I did without letting her in on too many details.”
Roberta raised her brows.
“Okay, fine. I didn’t tell her at all. But then this guy came in at the same time she did. He not only deliberately let out the truth, making her leave, but also got her stuck in the freaking space with him!!”
“Really? How did you take it when you realised she knew?”
“I nearly had a heart attack! I thought she would hate me, never want to talk to me. Would cut all ties and disappear...in a manner of speaking.” Tony picked up the Rubik's cube kept on the side table to play with it while restlessly moving his leg where he sat.
“And did she do that?”
“...no.”
“Was she angry at you? Or Loki?”
“...no. She was worried. Anxious even.”
“Hmm. Have you felt the same kind of resentment for Loki otherwise? Before he got stuck in space?”
Tony looked up at the screen at the camera flies powering up and buzzing about around you and Loki as you headed out to check the rest of the scenery in that beautiful motel. “There was this one time when he went undercover with her. Something I did not approve of. Neither his presence nor hers on that mission.” He lowered his voice to whisper, “didn’t have to pretend they were on a date for something so serious.”
Roberta closed her notebook. “Okay,” she announced, removing her glasses and keeping them aside. “Before we go any further, Tony, I am sure you are aware why you’re being so sensitive about Loki hanging out with your daughter. Aren’t you?”
Tony shrugged. “Yeah. Because he tried to take on earth once. He can’t be trusted.”
“Mm-hmm,” there went that brow up again.
“...what.”
“Because you are trying to be her father,” she declared with a swat of her notebook on his anxious leg, making it stop. “You are trying to be a part of her life like any normal person. But you are being way too overprotective when it comes to Loki.”
“Oh, I am not-”
“Did he not save your life?”
Even if Tony tried, he was unable to form words in contradiction. “Did he not save her life? Twice? He has been living with y’all for a good amount of time now. In that time, has he caused any problem that might have suggested he is not fit to be around your daughter?”
Tony groaned. “He’s a GUY!!! AND A BEAUTIFUL ONE AT THAT!!!”
“And you think your girl is some dumbhead who does not know that?”
Tony never got the chance to answer that. “You think she does not know how much potential for danger that guy has? She is not blind Tony. Neither is she a child you need to watch over twenty-four seven. She is an adult who can take care of herself. What she needs from you is not surveillance but an openness to letting her know that you are there for her even if you were not there before. And if- this is a big if- if Loki ever hurts her, you don’t have to stand there with a banner spelling ‘I told you so’. You have to hug her and protect her. And in the name of whatever Lord it is that you pray to, Tony, you have to stop projecting your guilt like this. Her getting lost in space was not your fault.”
“How did you-I never told you half of these things!”
“I have ways to get it out of people, mister.”
“Rhodey,” Tony hissed.
“No!” Roberta swatted him again, this time on his head. “No one blames you for that incident. Neither should you. You hear me?”
Tony nodded with his lips pressed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“So, what is the first thing that you will be doing now?”
Tony clicked his tongue while looking at the flatscreen. “I will...stop making missiles loaded with Loki’s DNA signature designed to blow him up.”
Swat!
“Ow! I’m kidding! Jesus, woman! I will stop guilt-tripping myself and I will stop worrying about Y/N. But that does not mean I will stop working on ways to get her home.”
“And?”
“And...I will be nicer to Loki.”
“Even if he starts dating your daughter?”
“WHYYY would he-” Tony looked at a very serious Roberta looking at him to complete that sentence. “Theoretically. Theoretically, if he starts dating my daughter, I-” he inhaled- “will mind my own business. But you can’t change me in a day. I’ll go after his knees if he does something that directly affects me.”
Roberta clapped her hands together. “Well, we are done for today. We will try some breathing exercises on Thursday along with exploring more of this relentlessness with Loki. Now, go get yo mama some iced tea.”
Tony chuckled at Roberta’s enthusiasm. “Okay. Which one? Peach, lemon, uhh-”
“The one with Long Island in it,” she ended, shifting to the sofa to watch whatever was going on in space. “And bring me some popcorn.”
 Motel Galacto-Ra, Eight Hours Earlier
“Loki?”
“Hmm?”
“How are we paying the rent for the night?”
“With our bodies. Ow!”
He chuckled even though his rub hurt from your elbow. "I borrowed some talons from your boyfriends when we left."
You crinkled your brows. "And by borrowed you mean…"
Loki simply shrugged and kept walking through the garden with you. The flowers, some colourful, some transparent to your eye, were in full bloom along the strip of water that flowed from the mountain at the entrance outside.
"Keep me updated on what all is precious on any planet we land, okay? In case I have to barter with someone, you know," you added casually.
Loki smiled at you while you were distracted by the sound of mushing potatoes from your other side. You turned to watch a creature with what looked like boils on his entire body and four arms lean by a lamp post. His green coloured beard hid most of his face but not his beady red eyes looking at you while he grunted. "Lookin' sparkling baby!" He catcalled you, making you mock a disgusted laugh out your lungs.
"Oh my God, there is catcalling even here?" You gasped in whispering tones to your company, continuing to match pace with the God.
“This universe has all sorts of elements, darling,” he sighed, “even the perverted kind.”
“Mmm, I could see that with your old ex-boyfriend in that whorehouse,” you slipped in, watching him watch you from the corner of his eyes. It was hard to keep the giggles in after a few seconds. “Hey, I’m not judging you,” you added, “in fact, I’m in awe. I wish I could have half of that confidence to pull something this big off. You have to teach me. Loki, you have to teach me.”
Before Loki could speak, an eerie whistle came from across the garden. A curvy alien with those Disney-female eyes and tentacles for hairs cooed at Loki. “Look at that fibre making up your limbs. Arrrr! Leave that little thing and come over here, you feisty beast, and I will show those beautiful parts of yours some good time.”
You had to blink yourself to the reality of having to hear those words. Loki ignored it. But the fly cameras could see you didn’t. “He’s more than just a body you space holes! Buzz off!”
An involuntary smile was already coming over his lips, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his lips parted to show his teeth to anyone who was looking. The entire emotion looked so alien yet so beautiful on him. And in the midst of this cheery daze, he opened his pocket dimension to take something out. “Here,” he called out to you softly, bringing forward his hand towards you, “keep this on you.”
Curious and bedazzled by the walnut-sized purple crystal in his hand, you took it with sounds escaping your lungs. “Thanks, Loki. Looks expensive. Wait-” the excitement in your eyes shifting to horror- “is something wrong? Are we not safe here? Are you going to sell your body off to the owner in exchange for the rent? Will I have to find my way back alone? I don’t want this! Let me go talk to the manager.”
“What? NO! Why would you think that?” Loki was truly horrified at the turn it took. “My body would sustain you for your lifetime.”
You thought about it. "Hmm. You would make a good stripper."
"I would make an amazing stripper."
"Ehhh you need a little work though. You didn't do much at Hudson's."
"Hudon. And that's because I was put there against my will. If I wanted I could."
You stared at his unadulterated joy in admitting. "What." Your lips could not stop the smile that was nearly closing your eyes before a snicker left you. "Oh my God, you are so cute," you confessed softly.
Loki tsked and rolled his eyes. "This pendant is for your protection. Keep it close. And take this too."
He opened his pocket dimension again to bring out a small dagger.
"OoooOoooh a KNIFE!" you hissed with excitement in your eyes, going for it while Loki pulled it away from your hands.
"Woah! Calm down, woman! You need to learn how to use it first."
His arm blocking your shoulders did not let yours reach even inches close to the dagger. "Argh! All I need to do is point and stab! Gimme!"
"No. NO! Stop it. You're only getting this when you promise you will use it only in case of emergencies."
You let his arm balance all your weight when you stopped going for the dagger and let your arms dangle on either side. "Ugh. Fine. You can teach me how to use it. Now please give it to me!" When he didn't, you broke into a strong.
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby!"
Both of you felt a sudden chill in your body. "I don't know why I suddenly miss Clint."
"Me too," Loki added with quite the discomfort on his face.
.
“Okay. Follow my instructions by the letter and remember- one move too fast or too slow and it can be the end of you.”
The camera in the flies now zoomed in on your dead expression. “Way to start a lesson on a new skill, Professor,” you spewed.
“Now show me how you hold your dagger.”
You showed him. He pressed his lips and kept his hands on his waist. It took a lungful to get him to speak again. “We are not cutting peppers here, Y/N.”
“How about your hair. Can I cut that?” Loki swatted your hands coming for his locks. “Ow!”
He positioned himself behind you, patting the side of your shoulders. “Straighten your back. Come on.” When he saw you taking your sweet time with it, he poked with his finger on one side of your back, making you jolt forwards.
“Hey! It’s straight! My back’s straight. My boobs are out. What more do you want?!”
“Here.” He lifted your right hand with his. The dagger was shifted in your palm by his pale fingers going pink at the end. The hilt was positioned before his fingers curled yours over it. All through it, the distance became a bare minimum; your back touching his chest while your hair tried to tease his face. “The dagger will always stay away from you,” he stated softly with an ounce of seriousness mixed into his voice. “When the enemy is close to you, use this style to slash him. Run it the opposite way-” he directed your arm with his, his hand still around yours- “and when you come back, your turn it to give them one more wound.”
“Cool,” you exclaimed. The glow on your face along with that undiluted smile stuck till your eyes were something else entirely. This was some unadulterated joy you were feeling, learning to play with knives. Loki was watching your face from the side, not really able to digest that rush properly.
Loki: I have never seen anyone so happy to play with daggers. *shakes his head lightly* *smiles at a distant void* *camera zooms out behind him to show you swishing your dagger in the air in the garden while yelling ‘taste the metal of my shuriken, Sasuke! You unfuckable, overrated snake!*
*camera comes back to pan onto Loki’s face with a smile frozen but the eyes reflecting a newfound horror*
“Now, this one is for long-range combat. Always keep your arm straight and gut your enemy like this. Your other arm will help block and push in defence while this one will attack.”
“Ooh!” you whistled, “this one will go stabby stab.”
Loki exhaled. “Yes. That. Come on. Let’s play it out and see how much you have learned.”
You cooed, moving the dagger in between your fingers quite invitingly. “Roleplay. I like it.”
You positioned yourself opposite Loki. “Ready when you are.”
Within two long strides, he closed the distance, his hand coming for your left arm, trying to grab it. You turned against the pull of his force, to arm the dagger right into his back. “Stab. You’re dead,” you declared.
You couldn’t help chuckle out loud at his expression. “What! Natasha taught me a few moves.”
“When?”
“Remember our weekend getaways?”
“Oh,” Loki was impressed. “Again.”
This time he shed a little part of precaution and came for you. You ducked and blocked one dagger coming for you but missed the other. “Stab. You’re hurt,” he stated right before your leg came for his, bringing him down on one knee, allowing you to point your dagger at his defenceless ribcage.
“Stab. One for one,” you smiled.
His arm wrapped around yours, leaving you with no way to use the dagger it held. His other hand came for the fist you were about to throw at him; his toothy grin smack in your face. “Not laughing now-”
The impact of your leg with his crotch was not a clean shot. But it did the job. Loki’s words drowned in the pool of his own groans as he stumbled over you and you hit your back on the ground.
The flies roaming above took an air-shot of Loki’s grousing figure toppled over you while your expressions reflected a wave of embarrassing cringe you were feeling in your gut. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, cautiously patting Loki’s head.
“Natasha teach you that too?” he grunted with curiosity.
“...yeah.” You screwed your eyes shut, never stopping the gentle stroking and patting of his hair. “Your hair smells nice?” you tried the encouraging words.
You: *sorry expression* It was a fluke. I never meant to hurt him…*cringes* *whispers* or his potential babies? *camera pans out to show Loki breathing in and out throw his mouth while bending his legs and repeating it* You need an ice-pa-
Loki: *jumps away from you* Do not come near me.
You: Come on, Loki. *steps closer* It was just bad luck. And a very very lucky shot.
Loki: No. *walks out of the frame* I’m going back.
 Motel Room
Javier's face came into focus as he adjusted the lens on his new- much lighter- camera while checking the live feed on his old one before turning the latter off and packing it to keep in his backpack gifted by the Hardy Boys. The view then flipped to you coming out of the shower in a black tank top and matching shorts.
"This is really comfortable. I should have asked the boys to pack me more of this fabric."
Loki sat on the floor with a device that produced a holographic map of the galaxy they were in right now. He shifted the view with a serious look on his face. You paused the little serotonin rush to sit down on the fuzzy carpet with your knees close to your chest. "So, where are we going next?"
A heavy breath was taken in before Loki pinched out to a location. "Knowhere."
"Nowhere?"
"Knowhere. I know someone there who might be able to get these cuffs off me. Once I'm free I can use the magic to teleport us to a safe place, if not back home."
The crinkle of confusion in your brows was something he saw coming. "Teleportation costs a lot. It takes a toll on me. So I have to make sure I have the required tools and energy before we make the leap." 
“...oh. So, back when Cassie and I were stuck on the...uh…”
“Oh,” Loki sat up, “that...was a pure adrenaline rush. And it was only for a matter of seconds so it was easy.”
You did not seem convinced by his words. But something else took dominance in your thoughts. “I’m sorry you had to visit that place because of me.”
Loki simply shrugged. “No big deal. I could do it again if I wanted to.”
*somewhere on earth eight hours later, in the Avengers facility, a Scott Lang clutches his chest and winces*
“Come on let’s sleep. I’m tired from all the training.” You got up and made your way to the bed.
“We didn’t decide on who gets the bed yet.”
“Yes we did-” you were already under the covers, the cosiness making you whimper with ecstasy- “we’re both sleeping on the bed. It’s big enough for both of us.”
Loki thought for a moment before walking to the other side of the bed. “Fine by me. But fair warning, a lot of souls will die wailing tonight.”
You adjusted yourself well, nearly drowning in the fluffy blue duvet, over you. “The only thing killing any souls will be my post-travel farts. I’d suggest you get another duvet from the closet.”
The camera panned in on Loki’s face as he began his ritual of taking off his shoes. “You know, I used to think the reason you do not have any suitors for yourself is because of the over protective elements in your family. Now I’m thinking it might have something to do with you and your tendency to oversha-and she’s asleep.”
The camera zoomed out to show you already beginning to snore with your lips parted.
“Yup,” Loki whispered in a defeated sigh.
 The Lounge, Night-time on Earth
Tony alone sat on the sofa in front of the flatscreen with all the lights off, drinking chamomile tea. The clock read twelve-thirty and the grounds were silent- except for the noise of video games coming from the Dorms.
Zuko jumped up onto the couch, nudging at Tony’s arm to let him cuddle against the man. Tony, more than happy to open his arm to let the little pupper crawl into the space and settle his head on his thigh, cooed at him. “Hey there, buddy. How are you doing? Miss your mom?”
Zuko looked up to Tony with his pure puppy eyes, making the man shoot a pure smile at him. “Me too, kid,” he sighed, “me too.”
Both of them turned to the screen to watch you and Loki sleep in the same bed. The top angle really did cover everything, though it made Tony wonder how and why did they get such a good angle. Loki’s head rested on one arm while the other rested on his torso above the duvet, still like a log, breathing like a silent river through the woods. You, on the other hand, slept anything but straight. Your body was sprawled all over your side, your legs awry, the duvet slipping down the edge, snoring quite audibly with drool all over your pillow.
“A part of me is glad she has Loki by her side,” he confessed softly to his company, stroking that soft fur with his fingers. “Don’t tell him that.”
There was a stir. Your hands moved. And then your legs. Your brows furrowed and you slowly turned into a fetal position before a whine left your throat.
“Noooo,” you mumbled in your dense, sleepy state, “don’t take me awayyyyy.”
“Huh,” Tony commented, “she sleep talks. Just like her father.” He smirked.
“No!” your voice grew a pitch higher, “don’t let em take me awaaaay.”
Loki was already opening his eyes, his body on alert as he turned his face to watch the tension collecting on your forehead. Up on his one arm, he bent over you; his movement making Tony pause his whole body and perk up Zuko's head at the screen. Only when he grabbed the duvet to come back and put it over you did the two spectators go back to their normal breathing cycle.
You were tucked into the duvet as discreetly as possible before Loki’s hand stroked your hair to calm you down. The little brush of his hand in your hair worked, making you turn and scooch a little closer to him, giving into his soothing touch.
Tony could see the little smile growing on Loki’s lips. “Mother used to do it when I had nightmares. It always worked.”
Once he was content that you no longer were troubled, he receded his hand, turning on his back to look directly at the camera. The serenity on his face added to the lungful of air he took while studying something Tony seemed to have an idea about.
“I know you can watch us, Tony,” Loki began, making Tony’s tensed shoulders drop, “I don’t know how late though. I know it must be killing you to watch your daughter be trapped with a monster like me in some galaxy unreachable. I can only imagine. But I understand if my company does not bode well with you.”
Tony twisted his lips, still stroking Zuko. “You’re right about that.”
“Just to put your mind at ease, I am not interested in anything twisted when it comes to her,” he continued, turning to look at your placid face squished against the pillow, “she’s better than you lot anyways.”
Tony raised a brow at the screen, making the lone camera recording him from the shadows pan in on the confused surprise on his face. “So, you’re saying you made a friend? She’s a friend? Like best buddies or something? Like do you like her?”
Almost as if Loki could read what Tony would say, his calm face turns back to the camera to seem as serious as possible. “She is tolerable. Nothing more.”
“I’m fine with that,” Tony agreed with open arms.
“She’s stronger than I thought,” Loki confessed, letting his head dip into the pillow to look beyond the camera, “I never imagined her to be this composed in such dangerous places. Makes me think she’ll do fine on that dirty old heap of junk crawling with monsters worse than me.”
“Ha ha,” Tony mocked a laugh but kept an eye out to check whether Loki was really playing him or being serious at that moment.
“Well,” Loki turned back to look at the camera, “doesn’t mean I will pass up on any opportunity to make you claw at your skin whenever you see me close to her.” The broader the smirk on his lips, the more Tony could feel a ringing in his whole body.
“You wouldn’t do that,” he whispered at the screen, “you are too high and mighty for such a cheap play.”
Loki’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, that sick smirk still stuck on that wicked face. “I mean, what are friends if not...close. Right?”
Tony paused the stroking again- making Zuko face him and wonder why his good times were being interrupted again.
“Okay Lulu,” Loki called out the camera, that stirred at the name, “get down from there. Sleep somewhere comfortable. Somewhere you do not have me or her in your view.”
The camera shifted, jumped on the carpet, moved in circles before meeting the fuzzy fabric and going dark.
“Yeah, I’m not falling for that,” Tony admitted, chuckling to himself, “like Y/N is ever going to fall for that. She’s smarter than that. I mean, look at her father!”
Zuko did look at your father but with a tilt of his head as if questioning all that Tony just spewed in the disinterested air.
“What,” Tony looked back at the pupper, who tilted his head again, in the other direction, “oh. Is that what you think? That’s it. No more cuddles with me. Go ask someone else for love, you traitor. I’m not buying you any more doggie toys, you stupid pupper. Shoo!”
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mikaa-mina · 4 years ago
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Ch 11- At Garden’s Edge : A Newt, some gremlins, and a Boston Fern walk into an IT business...
He’d been too distracted lately. Too distracted by soft cashmere sweaters he couldn’t let go of or return, too distracted by plays and books and AlwaysWinter with Anathema. Too distracted by far and now the Dowlings’ party was this weekend and Crowley still wasn’t sure how he was going to be in two places at once.
Bloody catering... He had a shop to run, he couldn’t just be going off willy-nilly to hand deliver and set up the flower arrangements for a bloody socialite party. But he’d agreed. Because he could use the money. And because Warlock had cared enough to engineer it to happen, the little hellion.
So here he was, taking an early lunch because he was too anxious to keep his hands steady, and as well as the plants had been behaving lately he didn’t want to accidentally bend something. So. Caffeine. Caffeine might steady his nerves- his hands- both.
He’s halfway to Knead to Know when the glass door to his immediate left flings open and nearly clips Crowley straight in the head. It’s the work of a moment to twist out of the way, cursing all the while at the oblivious arsehole, only to finally look up and see-
“Lost Boy!”
There’s those nervous eyes, the shuffle from foot to foot as he apologizes for nearly bowling Crowley over and then the hesitant, “uh, actually, it’s Newton.”
“Right, right,” he’s waving it away carelessly because he’s just taken notice of the box of shame Newton’s holding. Or rather, the extremely delicate and hard to keep alive Boston Fern that’s nestled in with the various office supplies shoved into the ‘just got job dumped’ box. “Whatever, listen. Is that yours?” He’s pointing at the flower, mind whirling, gears turning.
“Uh. Yes?”
“Psssh. It’s either yours or itsn’t. Which is it?”
“It’s mine. Turpin’s my duck.”
Crowley blinked. No the Boston Fern was definitely still a Boston Fern. “...your wut?”
“Oh, uh,” he shifted again, the contents of his box rattling but the plant, apparently named Turpin, staying steady despite it all, “see, in IT there’s this thing where you have a rubber duck on your desk and you talk to it when you’re stuck on a problem and it helps you figure it out.”
Dubiously, “Right.... Listen.”
“...yeah?”
“You sacked?”
Immediately Newt’s shoulders hunched up and his mouth opened to either deny or affirm it but Crowley’s mind is on a fast track one track train and his mouth bowls them both over before he’s quite thought anything through. “Did you care for the plant yourself?”
“‘Course.”
He seemed confident. Crowley narrowed his eyes at him.
“What kind of soil does it need?”
“Loamy. Though you really need to make sure it’s got good drainage, are you-“
“How much water?”
Bewildered Newt answered again, “Well the root ball needs to stay moist at all times but if it’s not in a humid environment you’ll need to mist it a fair bit. Why? Are you looking to get one? They’re a bit finicky but if you read up on them I’m sure you’d get the hang of it.”
Crowley stared at him. Thought about it. Decided to not think about it.
“Oh what the hell. Want a job Lost Boy?”
“Uh.”
Feeling like the boy was panicking for no reason Crowley went on to explain, gesticulating the whole while, “look, you’ve obviously been sacked and I need someone to mind the shop while I’m out with deliveries. Or you can do the deliveries.” He shrugged, “either way. Easy stuff. Plant shop.”
“I, uh, really prefer to do computer based jobs- I mean, I went into Computer Sciences so I could-“
“I’ve got a smart cash register and those white cube buggers that you put on your phone to let people pay through. That’s techy. C’mon, s’not like you’ve got anything better going on. No job, probably lots of bills to pay, why not work for me till your dream job rolls around?”
“Uh, well, I-“
“Fantastic!” Crowley grinned, shook Newt’s hand, shoved a business card into that very same hand, and rattled off, “the address is on here. See you tomorrow at 10am sharp. I have a delivery at 11 and we’ll cover the plant rules and schedules then.”
“I- okay??”
“Great! See you tomorrow Lost Boy.”
“I prefer Newt, actually, Mr. Crowley.”
“Right. Newt. Huh, I’m surprised you remembered my name. Rubbish at names, me.”
Newt gave a faint smile as if he figured that before explaining, “just handy with names, I suppose.”
“And plant care?”
“Oh, well. I’ve got a photographic memory. Really helps with that sort of thing.”
Crowley’s eyebrows raised, intrigued and already planning, “oh do you now?”
-
Thursday arrived bright at 10am with a befuddled Newton who still wasn’t, 100%, sure how exactly he had ended up agreeing to a job. Or how he’d been offered it at all.
There were rules, regulations (for Newt and the plants), and a whirlwind of information. By 11 he’d shorted out the cash register twice, brought down the electronic doorbell three times, and took out some other electrical device once (that Crowley swore at but wouldn’t tell Newt just what it was). So he was, rather emphatically, pushed out the door to do the 11am delivery while Crowley did damage control.
Newt didn’t really think there was a delivery for 11am, otherwise why would he be leaving at 11 and not before to be able to arrive at 11, but figured maybe Mr. Crowley was testing him or just really really wanted to get him out of the shop.
-
Sometimes Newt thinks his life seems like the set up of a bar joke. Or any joke really. 
It’s probably why when he walks into the shop he’s supposed to deliver the flower arrangement to, he’s not particularly surprised that it’s an occult shop. 
It’s a little startling that the woman behind the counter already has her eyes on his before he’s even walked in through the door, but maybe that was just luck. (Maybe there’s a security camera she saw him coming on like Mr. Crowley has.)
But no, he’s not that lucky. The next words out of her mouth startle him into nearly turning right back around and leaving. If it weren’t for how terrifyingly beautiful she was.
“Uh, I- sorry?” He tries, not because he didn’t hear her, but more of because he’s always been terribly bad with beautiful women, and she’s awfully striking. His tongue feels too large and clumsy, his hands feel a bit clammy, and honestly he’s just glad that he’s still got a good grip on the pot he’s holding. Also, he’s pretty sure he’s forgotten entirely what she’s said.
Her hair is dark and curly, and her cheeks hit the bottom of the lenses of her glasses when she smiles at him. He’s startled by her brisk “Nevermind that!” and clap of her hands, she stands from the counter, coming around it in a flurry of skirts, “now, would you prefer a palm reading or a tarot card reading?”
“Uh.”
Her smile widened. “Tarot card reading it is.”
That was probably for the best as his hands had already started sweating and honestly he was feeling a bit concerned for the pot he was still holding- the pot!
“Oh! These are for you- uh, wait, you’re Anathema right?”
“I am, and thank you for the flowers Newton.”
“They’re from Mr. Crowley, actually, and, wait- how did you know my name?”
She winked at him! “Witches never reveal their secrets.” And then she was turning away again, skirts swishing as she took the pot over to the front counter. (when did she take it from him??) She set it up in the far right corner where she’d be able to see it but still have it out of the way and then gestured him to follow her back through a curtain.
“I really don’t think I should- I mean, I’m still working and all and-”
“Just tell him that I kept you,” she answered breezily as she held the curtain open for him, “he’ll probably take pity on you actually,” she herded him towards a cushy stool and then seated herself at an identical one across a small round table from him.
“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with here.”
And that’s how he found himself getting a Tarot Card Reading done for him by the oddest american he’d yet met, and totally unsurprised at not knowing how he ended up here. And then, as was typical of a poorly done bar joke, Crowley barged in (as well as one could when the door was a curtain and not an actual wooden door).
“Bloody hell, I should have figured you’d steal the poor guy.”
“Stealing’s a strong word,” Anathema replied, chin settling in her palm, elbow planted squarely between Newt’s present and future cards. “After all, you’re the one who gave him to me.”
Newt felt he ought to say something about not being a thing but Crowley was already spluttering and objecting.
“Gave? Gave? Ana I sent him to make a delivery! Of which, you were supposed to send him back after he’d done his job.” Crowley blinked, swiveled to look at Newt and arched an eyebrow over dark sunglasses, “you did deliver the arrangement...”
Before Newt could even respond Anathema butted in again, “of course he delivered the flowers you menace! He’s a full grown adult, he can be trusted to do what he’s supposed to.”
“Oh really now? Because as I recall you were supposed to text me when he arrived.”
Anathema rolled her eyes, “oh please, I know you’re a worrywart about your babies-”
“-My what?!-”
“-but no one’s going to accidentally kill them-”
“’Won’t accidentally’- Do you not remember-”
Well. At least that cleared up how she knew he was coming and his name. For a moment there he was afraid he might be in danger of accidentally offending an actual witch. He had enough going on in his life without being cursed on top of it thank you.
“Oh please, that was one time-”
“Four! It was four times!!”
“Oh my god… I can’t believe you’re still upset about-”
Words dissolved into consonants and spluttering and Newt wasn’t sure if it would be better to stick around or sneak back out through the curtain.
Actually, “uh, sorry, excuse me but- if you’re here Mr. Crowley, who’s watching the shop?”
“No one. Because this” pointed glare “witch wouldn’t answer any of my texts.”
“Oh quit complaining you dramatic baby-”
“Oi! I had to make sure you hadn’t taken him to be one of your witchy ingredients now-”
Newt startled, “wait- uh-”
“He’s joking,” Anathema stated rather firmly and not all that convincingly before leveling a glare at Crowley, “Isn’t he?”
Crowley sent Newt a sideways glance and an entirely too concerning shrug before unconvincingly saying “suuuure. Probably.”
“Crowley!!”
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ultrafangirlishness · 5 years ago
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Alone on Christmas (Part 3)
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Synopsis: Deceit hates Christmas, especially now that it’s without Virgil— his first Christmas alone. Or so he thought.
Word count: 3,223
Pairings: None romantic, all platonic
Warnings: slight Deceit angst (some anxious and insecure thoughts), sympathetic Deceit, minor arguing/tension, Christmas themes, lots of fluff, fluff ending
A/N: Hey everyone, this is my FIRST FIC EVER, inspired by this post by @max-the-queer. I had a lot of fun with this and am excited to present this totally self-indulgent fic. Unfortunately I forgot about Tumblr’s textbox limit, so I had to split it up. Feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated! (Also note this is pre-Remus). Happy Holidays, everyone!
Other parts here: 1 | 2 | 3
Special thanks to @sparkleydoggy-main​ for editing.
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Deceit was outfitted in a thick black coat, his new yellow scarf, and his regular old gloves and hat. He had to admit it wasn’t a bad look, and it was much warmer than just his cape. The five of them finally exited the warmth and safety of Patton’s house, and Deceit was surprised to feel as though being outside in the winter wasn’t going to suck the life force out of him. Aside from the exposed skin and scales on his face, he actually felt quite warm. Logan had been right. Without having to focus on the blinding cold, snow really was beautiful.
The snow was still falling, but only in tiny specks now. The group was spread out around the lawn, bundled up in various winter attire. Logan and Patton were out on the empty snowy street, admiring all the shops and houses covered in fresh snow and Christmas lights. Roman was off to the side of the yard, making what looked like the start of a snowman. Virgil remained on the door-step in silence, taking everything in.
The sight of it all amazed Deceit. Everyone seemed so… at peace. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so content; not bitter and angry at the world. Not just surviving, but living.
He began wandering across the yard, simply enjoying the scene laid out before him. Just as he was about to reach the area where Roman was working, Deceit felt a cold chunk of snow shatter against the back of his collar. He turned around to see a mortified Virgil—his mouth hanging open and eyes wide in terror.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” he sputtered out, “that was meant for Princey!”
The irritation Deceit had initially felt quickly melted away into something he hadn’t felt in a long time: playfulness.
“A feeble attempt,” he said. “Really, Virgil, I thought you were better than that. Apology unaccepted. However, I do accept your declaration of war.”
“My de—?” Virgil’s confusion was cut off by a snowball to the shoulder. Deceit had to cover his mouth to stifle a laugh when seeing Virgil’s dumbfounded expression. Shock quickly turned into competitiveness, and Deceit could see he was trying not to smile. There was a dangerous glint in his eye, like lighting a fire; a look Virgil only ever got when they used to rough house together. It felt like so long since Deceit had seen that look, and he was glad to have it back, even if it was just for this one moment. “So that’s how you wanna play.”
Virgil knelt down to load more ammunition when Deceit cupped his hands to his mouth and called, “Hey, Roman, sounds like that snowball was for you. Courtesy of Virgil.”
“Dee!”
Roman turned around from his snowman, looking at Virgil with his hand on his chest. “Excuse me?” He said in mock-offense, “Trying to attack me, the prince, while his guard is down? My own best friend? How dare you!”
“Oh, get over yourself, Princey,” he laughed, tossing a new snowball up in his hand.
“What do you say we take down this fowl beast together?” Roman asked Deceit.
“With pleasure.” Deceit and Roman began to advance.
“Hey, w-wait! No fair!” Virgil said, backing up, “You guys can’t team up on me like that!”
“Are you kiddos playing nice?” Patton jokingly called over from where he and Logan were standing.
He was answered with a snowball to the back. “No,” Roman said through a grin. Virgil snickered.
Logan turned. “Hey now, don’t get us involved in your silly little qua—”
It was Patton’s turn to cut him off with a snowball, accidentally hitting him in the side of the head. Everyone froze, afraid they’d gone too far. Patton’s hands shot up to cover his mouth.
“Alright,” he said, deadly calm. He took in a deep breath, cracking his neck and knuckles. “You asked for it.”
Everyone ran.
Logan quickly began scooping up bunches of snow in his fists, grinning from ear to ear, running after a screaming Patton. While Roman was distracted with steering clear of Logan, Virgil finally got his snowball to its original target. “Hey!”
Everyone forgot who was teaming up with who, and soon it was every man for themselves. Snowballs were flying in every which way, targeting whoever was closest.
 Deceit had never really been in a full-fledged snowball fight before, and he was a little worried he was going to hurt someone, but no one seemed to really mind getting hit. The snowball to Virgil was a bold move, but it only seemed to break the ice between them. The entire time he’d been over, Virgil had barely even acknowledged his presence. Now they were indulging in the same kind of chaotic fun they always had. Deceit decided it couldn’t hurt to join in.
Who was the easiest target? Probably Patton, but he was already occupied with Logan. Patton had been backed to a wall and was giggling nervously as Logan approached.
 “Wait, Lo, we can talk about this!” he squeaked, bracing himself for the kill.
“Hey!” Virgil called to distract Logan, “That’s my friend!”
“He’s my friend too!” Roman announced proudly.
“Oh,” Logan said, turning around and letting Patton slip from his trap. “I’m so glad you two have offered to take his place as sacrifice. How kind.”
“Oh, wait, never mind!” Roman called back when he realized what he’d just gotten himself into. He and Virgil ran for it, but Logan was like a machine. He hit both his targets with pinpoint accuracy, catching Virgil off-guard and knocking him to the ground with a muffled “Oof!”
Meanwhile Deceit had completely forgotten about Patton, who had snuck off while everyone was distracted by the Logan/Virgil/Roman show, and was shocked to feel a ball of snow hit his shoulder.
Deceit turned around to see Patton stick out his tongue playfully. He stuck his forked tongue out in return, causing Patton to bust up.
“It doesn’t have to be this way, Patton,” Deceit said melodramatically, gathering more snow in his hands.
Patton was too busy clutching his stomach laughing to respond.
Though Virgil had fallen prey to Logan, Roman had escaped and was positioned behind Patton, holding his finger to his lips.
Roman silently launched his snowball. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the best shot. The snowball hit Patton directly behind the knees with full force and sent him straight to the ground.
It was Deceit’s turn to crack. There was something so shocking and sudden about it, Deceit doubled over, laughing so hard he was forced to the ground right along with Patton.
 “Sorry, Pat!” Roman screeched and rushed over. The three of them were on the ground, barely catching their breaths. It almost hurt to be laughing so hard. Deceit wiped his eyes and slowly stood, helping Patton back up.
Patton’s glasses were slightly askew across his flushed cheeks, but he was grinning like he was having the time of his life. He helped Roman back up, who profusely apologized through his laughs and wrapped Patton in a hug. Deceit strolled over to watch the showdown between Virgil and Logan, though there was really no fight for Virgil. He was already pinned into the snow.
 “Wa—Logan, no!” he heard Virgil scream with laughter as Logan began stuffing snow into Virgil’s coat. There was a hint of satisfaction in Logan’s eyes that both amazed and terrified Deceit.
“Hey, don’t put this on me, you’re the one who started this whole thing!”
“Did not!”
Deceit couldn’t help but laugh quietly into his glove at the sight of big, tough Virgil being taken down by the ever-stoic Logan, like some sort of petty sibling fight.
“Deceit’s the one who made it into a war,” Virgil said, shooting Deceit a look. Normally he would’ve been hurt by a look from Virgil, but Deceit saw that it was no longer filled with anger and resentment. The look he gave was one of grudging gratitude, like that little bit of a release was something he had desperately needed.
Virgil finally got his chance to fight back and pushed Logan off of him, breathing heavily through leftover giggles. He threw some powder back at Logan for good measure.
“I’ll do it again, you know,” Logan warned, brushing the snow off his pants.
“You’re crazy, you know that, Lo?” Virgil laughed.
Logan just smiled and straightened his glasses.
Everyone headed back inside to warm up and settle down for the afternoon. Coats, scarves, and other accessories were hung back up on the coat rack to dry. Patton put on a record for top Christmas hits and sat down with a cup of cocoa. “I hope you’re enjoying your stay, Deceit, it’s been wonderful having you here.”
Deceit felt a pleasant warmth rise up within him. “I quite am, Patton, thank you.”
He didn’t detect any sort of lie in Patton’s statement, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he really meant that. They enjoyed having him around?
“Are you loving Christmas yet?” Roman asked excitedly.
“Uh…” he wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Before he could give a proper answer, Brenda Lee’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree began to play, making Patton spring to his feet.
“Ooh, this is one of my favorites!” He squealed. Then, turning serious, he whipped around to face Logan.
“Logan, will you have this dance?”
Patton bowed dramatically, holding out his hand to Logan who scoffed and rolled his eyes. He reluctantly took Patton’s hand, trying to hide his smile.
Patton led the two in a bouncy, improvised-swing type of dance, pulling poor Logan right along. Between Patton’s silly antics and a little bit of embarrassment, Logan’s composure was quickly breached. He was laughing almost uncontrollably, weakening as he was pulled along by a singing Patton, his face redder than ever. “Patton!” Logan laughed. “Slow down!”
The scene unfolding before them was too good, Virgil couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. “Hey now, these two can’t be having all the fun.”
Virgil stood up from the wall where he, Roman, and Deceit were leaning against to view the show.
“C’mon, Princey,” he grabbed Roman’s arm, “You’re dancing with me.” Virgil dragged Roman out to where Logan and Patton were.
“Gladly, my dearest knight!” Roman beamed and let Virgil lead the way, dancing next to the other two in that free-swing kind of way.
Deceit watched in fascination and awe at the four friends, dancing and laughing themselves silly, not having a care in the world. He too couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It really was an honor to get to witness such a wholesome moment in time.
He was snapped out of his gaze when Roman began approaching, his hand extended. “Your turn!”
“Oh, uh,” Deceit tried to think of a way out. He really was enjoying himself just by getting to watch the others. “That’s okay, I—" But Roman didn’t seem to be giving him an option, as Deceit was yanked to the dance floor. “Come on, Snake, let’s rattle!”
“Only if you never say that again,” he tried his best to sound irritated, but he doubted it was very effective when it was obvious that he was trying not to smile.
Roman laughed. “Whatever you say, Jekyll and Lied.”
Roman and Deceit danced with surprising ease, Virgil returning to his spot to watch the others.
“What a fine dance partner you are!” Roman exclaimed as the song came to an end. Everyone began slowing down, breathing hard but smiling just the same.
 “Thank you, dear Roman,” Deceit said with a theatrical bow, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Wonderful performances, everyone!” Roman announced cheerfully as the next song began. “Now, switch partners! I call the Nerd over there!”
“Hey!” Logan pouted as Roman strolled over to Logan cheekily.
Patton glanced at the remaining dance partners and quickly added, “And I’ll grab us all some drinks! Be right back!” Leaving Virgil and Deceit the only two left.
Suddenly dancing didn’t seem so fun.
Deceit steeled his nerves and cautiously approached Virgil, who eyed him warily. “Virgil, would you…?”
“Yeah, fine, let’s just get this over with,” he said with an eye roll, taking Deceit’s hand.
The Christmas Song was the next to play, bringing everyone down to a kind of casual slow dance, for which everyone was grateful. After about a minute of dancing and avoiding eye contact, Virgil was the first one to speak up.
“I guess... it is nice to see you again,” he admitted.
Deceit pretended not to notice the blush growing on Virgil’s face and said, “What’s that? You’re mumbling, Virgil.”
“You know what I said,” he spat, his face only continuing to redden. Deceit chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” Deceit said, softening his voice to a more serious tone. His dance partner finally met his eyes. “For everything.”
It took Virgil a moment to process those words, letting silence fall between them as they listened to the others apparently having their own fun.
“Quit stepping on my feet, Roman, I thought you were supposed to be a good dancer!”
“Hey, I am a good dancer!”
Virgil looked down at the floor and quietly said, “Me too.”
It was early evening when the group of friends decided to settle down with a movie: the original Grinch. Patton made popcorn for everyone while Roman broke out the blankets. Virgil went around the house, closing all the blinds and shutting off lights as Logan set up the movie. Deceit asked if there was anything he could do to help, but everyone just told him they had it taken care of and to make himself comfortable on the couch. He grabbed a blanket and did what he was told.
Once all preparations were made and the beginning credits started to show, everyone took their seats. Patton jumped to the space on Deceit’s left, yelling, “I call sitting next to Dee!” Virgil grinned and climbed over to the opposite side. Logan and Roman sat on the floor, Logan’s shoulder’s straddled between Virgil’s knees and Roman stretched out on his side, throwing his legs over Logan’s lap. Patton and Virgil cuddled up on either side of Deceit, causing a warmth to spread through his limbs and fluttering feeling in his stomach. The sudden and intimate contact was a bit surprising, but certainly not unwelcome.
“I’ve never done something like this before,” he said to no one in particular, an excited edge creeping into his voice. “But this is actually really unpleasant. In fact, this is the worst time I’ve had in a while!”
“Aww, that’s great to hear!” Patton praised and nuzzled into Deceit, wrapping himself and his blanket around his arm. 
Roman chuckled and said, “I told you I’d make you like Christmas,” but yelped when Logan flicked the bottom of his foot.
“I still hate you, you know,” Virgil said in his usual irritated voice, but when Deceit looked over he was smiling.
Patton yawned. “Gee, for a cold-blooded creature, you sure are warm...”
The group was mostly silent during the rest of the movie, having exhausted all their energy earlier in the day. Deceit silently observed Virgil, who was absentmindedly playing with Logan’s hair as he watched the movie. When Virgil realized what he was doing had accidentally put his friend to sleep, he retracted his hand and curled up under his blanket. Everyone but Virgil and Deceit were out cold at this point, lulled by the sound of the movie playing in the background and the comfort of everyone cuddled up together. Roman was curled up to a pillow on the floor next to Logan, whose head had fallen back into Virgil’s lap. Patton was completely wrapped up in his blanket, snuggled up against Deceit’s side. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
He could’ve stayed there forever, perfectly content.
Virgil yawned, resting his head lightly against Deceit’s arm. Then, without taking his eyes off the screen, whispered, “I missed you”. It was so quiet, barely audible, Deceit wasn’t sure if it was meant to be heard, or even said at all. For all he knew he could’ve been talking to one of the characters on-screen. Deceit just smiled and leaned his cheek to the top of Virgil’s head, sighing contentedly and trying not to let the warm sleepy air get to him too.
 •••
Deceit was surprised by how sad he felt to be leaving. The last twenty-four hours seemed to have gone by so fast. The five of them gathered together in the foyer again, this time to see Deceit off.
“I guess this is it, then,” he said.
“Thank you so much for coming, Deceit, it was a pleasure having you,” Patton said, wrapping him in a hug. “Feel free to visit, okay?”
Deceit returned the hug. “The pleasure was mine. Oh! I almost forgot…” He began taking off his Christmas sweater.
“Oh no, no,” Roman stopped him. “That’s yours, my friend.”
“But—”
“For next time,” Logan smiled.
“And this?” he asked, holding up Virgil’s spare coat he had borrowed.
“You can keep it,” Virgil shrugged. “Seemed to do you a lot more good than it did me.”
“Thank you.” Deceit pulled on the coat and wrapped his new scarf securely around his neck. He put his gloves and hat back on.
Deceit looked around at everyone, not sure what to say.
“Thank you again,” he said finally. “Really. This was by far the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”
Roman did a small fist pump.
“I… I hope to see you all again,” he said, opening the door. “In the near future.”
“We love you too, you stupid snake,” Virgil said teasingly.
There was one more round of hugs before Deceit stepped out onto the snowy porch. 
When it was Virgil’s turn, there was a small moment of hesitation before he finally threw his arms tightly around Deceit, paralyzing him for a moment. Deceit relaxed into it and gratefully returned the hug. They stood there embraced for maybe a tad longer than was comfortable, but no one really minded. He heard a soft “aw” from Patton.
Just as he was about to step off into the street, he heard, “Hey.”
He turned. “Don’t be a stranger,” Logan said.
“Yeah! You might be the bad guy, but you’re our bad guy now!” Roman said.
“Sucks to be you,” Virgil agreed with a smirk, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.
Deceit just laughed and waved, turning back around.
The snow began to fall once again, but this time was different. For the first time, Deceit didn’t mind the cold. He smiled and hummed to himself as he made his way back to his apartment.
He had somewhat of a family now. A small, chaotic one, but a family nonetheless. People who had accepted him back into their lives, even when he hadn’t been the greatest to them in the past. They had given him a second chance, a fresh start— and that was more than Deceit could’ve ever asked for.
Roman had been right. Christmas really could be a wonderful time of year when you have the ones you care about there to keep you warm. Maybe the holiday season wasn’t so bad after all.
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zeroconnectionn · 5 years ago
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i need a darcy lewis and steve rogers across the years fic, snippets of them having a moment together during the events of every movie or in between movies. idc what rating. 
things i’d love to see (or headcanons in no particular order):
friend to lovers (like darcy is a great distraction for steve but i notice it’s like that’s all she is to him in most shieldshock fics? i’d like to see steve actually open up to her, like really trusting her with the pain/regret/longing he carries and darcy doing the same. and darcy being vulnerable and soft and not always her witty, vibrant self. and generally both of them being there for each other in more ways than one)
darcy character growth, adjusting to becoming a shield agent (not field tho)/liaison officer for the avengers, a bamf who totally kicks ass in her respective field but also has moments where she spectacularly fails, darcy having breakdowns, darcy celebrating her small and big wins, darcy adulting and babysitting a bunch of superheroes. darcy befriending everyone and managing them when they need to be managed
steve and darcy breaking up and getting back together.... a lot. sometimes it's steve who ends it, sometimes it's darcy. sometimes its bc of their line of work that makes it hard to stay connected so they drift apart, or that darcy gets anxious and sad to see steve stubbornly put others before himself, even if that means dying to save the world. maybe it’s their surprising mutual inability to let people in which is frustrating for both of them. and the both of them wishing things could be less complicated yet fiercely and hopelessly loving each other despite how different their personalities, work, and lives are
darcy having a serial dating phase after one bad breakup and realising she’s only dating people who reminds her of steve bc she’s obviously still in love with him. meanwhile, nat and sam calls steve out for religiously stalking darcy’s instagram for the past month and he freaks out when sam snatches his phone and likes all of her photos accidentally on purpose
steve calling her at night when he’s drunk (it takes a lot of bottles to get mr supersoldier drunk so this must be a very bad no good day for rogers to get shitfaced) because he’s a mess and needs to talk to someone who isn’t an avenger and darcy listens. she always listens
i used to not be a huge fan of the soulmate au but i like the idea that the universe has fated these two impossibly different individuals (yet weirdly similar in some ways) to be together
basically both of them being flawed human beings but trying to make it work despite the obstacles in their way
angst please, ptsd recovery (for both of them, i think working for SHIELD would get her into all kinds of trouble) and support (from each other + loved ones + therapy), hurt & comfort (post-snap, darcy is there for him after he loses bucky again)
optional: ok but the goddamn ANGST if tony was her dad (or uncle?? relative?? idk but they’re protective over each other) and darcy finds out what happened to them both during the end of civil war. steve either ghosts her after that, unable to face her after what he’s done or tony tells him to never come near her again and steve obliges.
but also fluff and them trying to be domestic and meeting darcy’s parents and holidays spent together and dancing (steve gets sad at first, suddenly remembering peggy and thinking it’s her in his arms again but darcy understands [ugly sobbing]. that night while laying in bed, darcy holds him and asks him about her and he tells her everything) and days when the world doesn’t need captain america
bucky and darcy bro moments, bonding through mutual love for steve and an unexpected hobby. bucky comforting darcy when steve is away. darcy sending bucky a care package while he’s recovering in wakanda. the both of them bullying steve together. bucky acting like an older brother for her.
darcy and shuri and peter deadass reciting vines to each other and confusing the hell out of bucky and steve
steve and darcy during the five years of post-snap earth (there is not enough fics of this currently dhausdnasd). i can totally see darcy becoming good friends with valkyrie/brunnhilde (”You’re... peculiar” “Thanks!”) and helping asgardian refugees settle down in new asgard. she’s there when bruce and rocket fetch thor and gets into a fight with the raccoon. though reluctant at first, thor gets her to come along w them to the compound. she hasn’t seen steve in some time since their last breakup so things get super awkward. she confides in nat who stealthily arranges for them to have a quiet moment to reconnect. they do.
darcy calling clint out on the serial killer phase because someone has to (they’re buddies, she can knock some sense into him alongside nat)
darcy having a huge crush on carol and steve being lowkey jealous “watch it rogers, you’re not the only captain in my life now”
darcy and jane’s friendship and both of them being integral to saving the world, with them showing up at the end of endgame with weapons of their own: science!! and sarcasm!! 
peter passing darcy the gauntlet (Darcy: ”Dude! What the hell am I supposed to do with this!?” Everyone: “RUN!”) and subsequently being protected by her legion of superherione friends as she scream “oh shit” x3000 while running through the battlefield evading thanos and his minions
billy eichner voice: and yes! it is in fact a wedding at the end of endgame! AND IT’S THEIRS
obligatory tony does not die
post inifinity war fix-it fic where steve doesn't stay in the past. he returns the stones and retires as an avenger in the present, moving forward in life. only acts as a consultant for the new avengers. he and darcy travel the world and settle comfortably in brooklyn
they have babies! or not! but if so, darcy freaking out at being a mom. then darcy getting the hang of it and totally rockin mom life. and steve being a really good dad but also terrified at first. their kids hang out w tony and pep’s
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max-is-tired · 6 years ago
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Like A Dream That You Can’t Quite Place
Prompt: anon said “5, 52 & 53 w/ whichever ship you prefer” 
Pairing: Prinxiety
Characters: Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Logan Sanders (mentioned), the Dragon Witch (mentioned)
Words: 1.279
Warnings: injured character, mentions of a battle, shouting, swearing, crying, kissing, making out, if I missed anything pls tell me!!
Notes: After three weeks of freaking writer block, I’m back baby!!! And yes, I’m still doing these kiss prompts because I still have some in my inbox ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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5 - “Angry kiss”, 52 - “Accidentally witnessed kiss” & “Against a wall kiss”
It takes Roman a week to get back from his quest.
He didn’t mean for it to take this long, really. He had planned to be away for an afternoon at most, dealing with a little skirmish near the borders of his kingdom -some of the Dragon Witch’s minions ambushing lone travelers during their journey, or so he had heard.
Unfortunately, though, it had soon proven to be much more than a simple brawl. The fight that ensued had been long and strenuous, and more than once, Roman had found himself wondering if he would be able to walk out of it alive -the thought of his family waiting for him had been the only thing to keep him going, the memory of their worried faces acting as a beacon of hope as he pushed himself to keep fighting.
And he had won, in the end, standing bruised and exhausted over the slain bodies of the Dragon Witch and her minions. He remembers the relief that had coursed through his veins, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he realized that he could finally, finally go home.
Which takes us to the present time, with Roman raising up in the middle of the living room. The commons are bathed in darkness, silence meeting the Prince’s ears. Looks like, in his haste to get back home, he forgot to check what time it actually was.
Roman sighs, dejected, before wincing as his bruised ribs give another painful throb. A look towards the clock confirms that yes, he somehow managed to get back at three in the freaking morning. Everyone is probably asleep by now, save maybe for Virgil -and as tempting as that is, Roman does not want to risk waking anxious side up if he’s actually asleep. The guy needs as much rest as he can get.
So Roman resigns himself to spending another few hours alone in his room, patching himself up and maybe munching on some of the cookies he can see sitting abandoned on the table.
At least, that’s the plan, which goes immediately out of the figurative window as he hears something shatter just behind him, someone abruptly turning on the lights.
Roman whips around, instincts kicking in as his hand immediately reaches for his sword -until he finds himself meeting a pair of shocked, dark eyes, that is.
Roman freezes on the spot, hand still mid-air as he takes in the side standing in front of him. Virgil is staring at him with disbelief and surprise obvious on his face, hair sticking out in all directions and clothes disheveled and full of wrinkles. The two stare at each other for a long while, time seemingly stopping as both slowly process what they’re seeing.
“You’re back,” Virgil finally croaks out, frantically rubbing at his eyes in utter disbelief, “holy shit you’re actually here, I’m not dreaming, what the fuck-”
“Virgil-”
“You fucker!” the other yells, eyes suddenly filled with burning fire as he approaches Roman in quick, few strides, “You fucking asshole, you selfish, impulsive, self-centered prick!”
Roman finds himself able to do nothing but stumble backward and stare, completely speechless, as Virgil keeps angrily jabbing his finger on his chest to punctuate each insult coming out of his mouth.
“Do you have any idea of how worried we were?” the anxious side keeps going, undeterred by Roman’s dumbfounded state, “Do you have any idea of how many times Logan and I had to console Patton while he broke down crying because we didn’t even know if you were alive or not? Do you know how many times I caught Logan or Patton or even myself staring at your door, hoping against hope you would burst out of your room like nothing happened?”
Virgil stops for a second, still glaring at Roman, the latter now pressed against the wall as the anxious side keeps his finger pressed against his chest.
“Virgil, I’m so sor-” Roman starts, heart breaking in his chest the more Virgil’s rant goes on.
He never gets to finish his apology though, because suddenly there is a pair of lips angrily pressing over his. For a moment, Roman can feel his heart stopping in its tracks, mind running a million miles per hour as he slowly realizes what’s going on -before it starts beating far more quickly than he ever thought it could, his eyes slipping shut as every other rational thought flies out of the window.
The kiss in angry, rushed, Virgil’s chapped lips basically devouring his own as he presses the creative side flush against the wall. But Roman can feel the relief evident behind the anger, rolling off of Virgil in waves as the other raises his hands to gingerly cradle his cheeks.
“Do you know-” Virgil whispers when they finally break away, voice catching in his throat as the anger in his eyes gives away to pain- “how many times I ended up crying myself to sleep, thinking you were gone, that I would’ve never seen you again, that I would have never been able to-”
“I know, sweetheart, I know-” Roman murmurs, holding the now crying side and leaving feathery kisses on his tear-stained cheeks- “and I’m so, so sorry I made you go through that, I really am. I wish I had been able to get a message to you guys, but alas the Dragon Witch had somehow managed to seal every exit from the Imagination.”
“The Dragon Witch?”
Roman nods, a sad smile appearing on his face as he holds Virgil close, hand gently running through his hair. “She ambushed me, using her minions as a distraction used her magic to close us off from the rest of the mindscape, and then we started fighting.
“There were moments when I thought I wouldn’t succeed,” he quietly admits, hiding his face on Virgil’s shoulder, “it was so hard to keep going, alone against that witch’s hordes- but the thought of you guys waiting for me pushed me to get up again and again and ultimately, defeat her for good.”
“Oh, Roman-” Virgil murmurs, lightly pushing himself off of Roman’s chest to look at him. However, whatever he was about to say flies out of the metaphorical window when Roman lets out a pained gasp, the pressure on his ribs reminding him of his injuries with a vengeance.
“You’re hurt!” Virgil exclaims, worry evident in his tone, “why didn’t you say so sooner? Fuck, and I even pushed you around, I’m so sorry-”
Roman shakes his head, smiling, before leaning down and capturing Virgil’s lips in a sweet kiss.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs on the other’s lips, smile widening as Virgil’s cheeks become an adorable shade of red, “I’m okay, my dark prince -it’s not as bad as it looks, I swear.”
“You sure?” Virgil asks, still uncertain.
Roman nods, still smiling, and Virgil feels the knot that has taken residence in his stomach since the other’s disappearance finally unravel.
They don’t know who leans in first, but suddenly they’re kissing again, slow and soft and lovingly as their hearts soar in their chest. There is no rush this time, no anger or pain clouding their mind. There’s just them, holding each other close and letting themselves get lost in the moment.
They’re so distracted they don’t even hear Patton shuffling down the stairs, attracted by their previous shouting. His eyes widen when they fall on Roman, a relieved exclamation already on his lips -he stops himself before he can call out to them though, simply letting out a quiet sigh and letting the two have their moment.
He can always shower Roman with hugs tomorrow morning.
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luxurose · 8 years ago
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92 truths
rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose however many people you want to tag!
I was tagged by: @louehangel who is rlly cute and who is apparently tryin to get me to expose myself 👀
long post so under the cut!
LAST…
[1] drink: water [2] phone call: my grandma haha [3] text message: my flatmates [4] song you listened to: “var” by sigur rós [5] time you cried: probs yesterday I cry all the time no shame
HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: no [7] been cheated on: I don’t think so aha [8] kissed someone and regretted it: yes [9] lost someone special: yes [10] been depressed: yes [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: yeah a lot of times especially when I was about 16. I really didn’t know how to stop back then lmao
LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] red [13] dark purple [14] lilac
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: [15] made new friends: yeah [16] fallen out of love: nope [17] laughed until you cried: yes [18] found out someone was talking about you: yes lol my flatmate but it wasn’t so bad [19] met someone who changed you: hmm no I don’t think so [20] found out who your true friends are: lmao no [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: yes actually smh
GENERAL: [22] how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: none ??? [23] do you have any pets: yes at my parent’s house, a cat and a dog who do Not get along [24] do you want to change your name: nope [25] what did you do for your last birthday: uh I stayed home alone all day watching fresh prince of belair, went out for a meal with family and drank nearly a whole bottle of wine, took my little sister for a cocktail, and then passed out in the car on the way home lmaooo a good birthday for me [26] what time did you wake up: ten because fridays are my lie in day [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: work I should’ve done weeks ago [28] name something you cannot wait for: to go home this afternoon [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: too long ago  [30] what is one thing you wish that you could change about your life: um I wish I was doing a different degree lol [31] what are you listening to right now: a beethoven playlist on spotify hah  [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes?? [33] something that is getting on your nerves: my flatmates :’) [35] elementary: I guess this means primary school which was good for me [36] high school: um not the best time in my life lol [37] college: I went to sixth form not college which was a Huge mistake and I should’ve left that school as soon as I got the chance lmao although I think this means uni in england which i’m at now which is .. not great either lol [38] hair colour: auburn becuase I dye it [39] long or short hair: hm mid length?? [40] do you have a crush on someone: what’s that [41] what do you like about yourself: my hands ?? is that weird lol [42] piercings: two in my ears, my nose, and I used to have a double helix but it was uncomfortable to sleep on so fuck that tbh [43] blood type: no idea honestly oops [44] nickname: don’t really have one?? some of my old high school friends call me by my last name [45] relationship status: uhh single [46] zodiac sign: gemini [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: hm right now i’m watching how to get away with murder bc I love viola davis idk about my fav I love too many [49] tattoos: not yet !!! [50] right or left handed: right
FIRST… [51] surgery: never had one [52] piercing: ears [53] best friend: hm the girl I used to live next door to probably or my little sister :’) [54] sport: I danced for 10 years like professional ballet but I had to give it up when I was 16 [55] vacation: I went to fuerteventura when I was about 5 and all I remember is getting a bee stuck in my eye and my grandma having to get it out hahahaha [56] pair of trainers: no idea wtf haha
RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: nothing [58] drinking: nothing [59] i’m about to: do a presentation about prism adaptation to my seminar group lmfao kill me [60] listening to: beethoven still [61] waiting for: my flatmate to get out of the shower [62] want: to go home [63] get married: not anytime soon lol [64] career: hahahahahahahaha
WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: hugs I guess [66] lips or eyes: eyes [67] shorter or taller: taller [68] older or younger: older probably hm [69] romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous [70] nice arms or nice stomach: wtf idk [71] sensitive or loud: loud to make up for how quiet I am [72] hook up or relationship: lol neither rn [73] troublemaker or hesitant: uhhh a bit of both I guess
HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger: yes [75] drank hard liquor: yes [76] lost glasses/contact lenses: no [77] turned someone down: yes [78] sex on a first date: lmao [79] broken someone’s heart: apparently but we’re friends now haha [80] had your own heart broken: not romantically [81] been arrested: haaaaha [82] cried when someone died: yes [83] fallen for a friend: hahaha bye
DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself: sometimes [85] miracles: not really [86] love at first sight: hm nope [87] santa claus: no :’) [88] kiss on the first date: yeah I guess [89] angels: no
OTHER… [90] current best friend: either a girl or a boy who’ve been my best friends since we were about 13 [91] eye colour: greeny blue too mary omg ;)) can you believe our eyes are ~larries [92] favourite movie: um too many but probably moulin rouge??
I tag @louieofc and @fireprooof if they feel like it bc they’re the ppl I see the most on my dash n they’re cute!!
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magicallygrimmwiccan · 6 years ago
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I’ve Read This Script
Summary: It always ended the same way. He really should have learned better by now, but he hadn’t. 
Notes: For the @secretsanders​! Happy Holidays, @im-not-leaving-my-room-fuck-u​!! Hope you enjoy my present!!
Also, yes, I forgot to put in a German translation, I’m sorry. I’ll explain what was going on there at the end, okay? :))
Title from Cleopatra by the Lumineers. Fight me, it works perfectly for this fic. 
Can’t think of any trigger warnings... maybe betrayal? Mention of death (of old age)? Some non-descriptive blood? That’s all I can think of... let me know if you see something else! On with the story!
He swore to himself that he would never fall in love again, not after last time ended in disaster and the complete shattering of Logan's heart for the fifth time in his extremely lengthy life. He should have known better, he should have known that Declan would only end in heartbreak, yet he foolishly listened to his heart and trudged onwards, deeper and deeper into a relationship founded on lies. Logan sighed and rested his head on his arms, leaning forward until the ribs were digging into his marble countertop. Colours and scents and sounds pushes against the barriers of his mind, and Logan groaned as he realized what was happening. After decades of this curse, he still triggered it because he couldn't handle his silly, illogical feelings. Logan gritted his teeth and shook his head, attempting to clamp down on the leaking memories of half a century ago. He couldn't risk going under, he had work in only a couple hours, he couldn't do this…
His brain, however, would not listen to logic or to his  pleas. These memories were determined to be acknowledged, to be remembered, to be seen, and Logan could not stop it, quickly losing the fight to the swirling technicolour vortex from his limbic system. He spiraled down, down, past kisses and missions, past stargazing and dinners, past betrayals and flashes of silver, and landed at The Beginning.
Lauren Johnson walked down the sidewalk towards her work, hurrying to her destination. She had awoken extremely late that morning, and while her employer would surely be fine with just this one instance of tardiness, Lauren did not wish to push. She was so focussed on her goal that she did not notice the change in traffic until she was tackled to the ground just before a loud screech cut through the air. She managed to push the person off of her and look around, her breath freezing as she took in the destruction before her. A car was flipped on its roof, flames streaming from the shattered windows. People were screaming and running, and Lauren barely registered a cool hand on her shoulder.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” a smooth voice asked, the hand squeezing Lauren's shoulder as they spoke. She nodded, still rattled, and turned around to face the stranger who had saved her life. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in her savior, the most handsome man she’d clapped eyes on in this lifetime. Amber-gold eyes gleamed above a pair of dark sunglasses that rested on a sharp nose and high cheekbones. Sleek brown-blonde hair poked out from underneath his hat, and a sharp black and white suit accentuated his slim, perfectly proportioned and muscular figure. In short: Lauren was faced with an angel.
“Er… yes, I am alright, thanks to you,” Lauren finally murmured. The stranger grinned and pulled her up, brushed her off, and then pressed a slip of paper into her hand before pecking her on the cheek and bouncing off. Lauren stood there, dumbfounded, staring after the vanishing stranger who had saved her life. Finally, she shook himself out of her shock and started to sprint for work. She couldn’t be late.
Logan snapped out of his memories, heaving. He hadn’t remembered Declan before, and he’d forgotten how… charming he’d been. How wonderful those first few months had been. He’d forgotten the moonlit rendezvous, the fancy dinners, the kisses after Declan returned from missions… He’d forgotten all the good as soon as Declan stabbed him in the stomach for accidentally helping another spy agency. He’d barely had enough magic to transform, so heartbroken as he was pushed backwards off the roof, the last thing he saw before the Change being Declan’s amber-gold eyes, now cold and uncaring.
Logan forced himself to his feet. He needed to let go of those memories; they would only hurt more in the end. With that, Logan locked cool rain, searing adrenaline, and amber-gold eyes back inside a heavy iron-wrought box and locked it. He could not be distracted by these meaningless romantic notions anymore; he had work to do.
He managed to stave off the memories for another month, until… until a shy, anxious, darkly-dressed boy walked into Logan’s library, checked out a book of faerie tales, and smiled at Logan with a smile Logan hadn’t seen for 300 years. The last time he saw that smile, it was on the dying face of a young Prussian captain, slain by a rival in the halls of Sanssouci. Logan managed to hold on until the young man left, but the second his final black combat boot left, Logan sunk to the ground, breathing erratically. His coworkers were used to this and bundled him off to the Panic Corner to allow him to become lost in memories. Logan screwed his eyes shut, blushing at the feel of warm tears, and tried to stop the flood; he didn’t want to remember her, he didn’t want to go back there, he didn’t want his heart broken again-
Ludwig Amsel stepped into the large ballroom, eyes wide in shock. They had never been inside a room this large or extravagant before, and they were honestly a little nervous. So many people, so many new faces… Ludwig couldn’t handle this. They wanted to go home already. Ludwig was not looking where they were going, and they found themself crashing into another person.
“Ah, es tut mir leid! Bist du verletzt? Haben Sie noch einen Wunsch, Sir?” the person babbled, their high-pitched voice cutting through the fog in Ludwig’s head. Ludwig shook their head and faced the person, their heart hammering in their chest. Short black hair framed a delicate, pale face. Blue-violet eyes locked into Ludwig’s own crystal orbs, and a deep flush rose on the soldier’s cheeks (for that was what he was, Ludwig realized, a soldier).
“Nein, mir geht es gut. Ich bitte vielmals um Verzeihung… wie heißen Sie?” Ludwig asked, extending their hand for a handshake. The soldier snapped to attention, flustered.
“Ähm… ich heiße Hauptmann Viktor Hinterberg. Und Sie?” the captain answered, voice high and shaky. Ludwig nodded and shook the hand, smiling bashfully.
“Ich heiße Ludwig Amsel. Nett es Sie kennen zu lernen, Hauptmann Hinterberg,” Ludwig returned, slowly releasing Viktor’s hand. Viktor flushed and stammered, causing Ludwig to smirk at the adorableness.
“Ich… ich muss gehe. Schönen Feierabend, Herr Amsel.” With that, Viktor walked away, leaving Ludwig alone in the centre of a crowded room.
Logan snapped out of the memory, still crying. His coworker Neah knelt down, large amber-gold eyes (so much like Declan’s, yet not at all like his) boring deep into his soul.
“Which one?” they whispered, gently squeezing his shoulder in a show of support. Logan sniffled, wiping his eyes with his Doctor Who scarf that Thomas had gotten him for Christmas only a few days ago.
“... Viktoria…” he whispered. Neah nodded and sat back, smiling softly.
“The Evans boy, yeah?” He nodded, and Neah nodded back again. “Do you believe that reincarnation is possible?”
“Of course I do,” Logan mumbled. “How could I not, after everything I’ve seen?” Neah shrugged and passed him a Rubik's cube to take his mind off of things and began to speak.
“Could you tell me about Viktoria? Maybe that would help. I know telling people about Laurel helped after… that, so maybe this could help you?” Logan pondered for a second before shaking his head. He wanted to talk about Vik, truly he did, but how was he supposed to tell Neah about all the little trysts as even the Prussian king supported them and gave them a room and privacy at his balls? How was he supposed to explain the sunshine in his stomach every time he saw Viktor’s smile? How was he supposed to explain the feeling of pure love and trust that exploded out of him when Viktor revealed that she was in fact Viktoria, and Ludwig had been allowed to reveal that he was in fact Louisa, but they had despised both names equally? How was he supposed to describe the feeling of pure… death, that came when Viktoria was stabbed through the heart by a fellow captain, jealous of all the attention Viktoria was receiving from Frederick? How in the world was he to speak about the cold, empty, hollow feeling of wrath as Frederick had the captain executed and Ludwig watched? It all still hurt too much to recall, let alone recount to another person.
Neah nodded before standing up. “When you’re ready, come out, okay?” and left him alone to hug the black cat plushie with the mismatched yes that reminded him so much of Viktoria’s sparkling green and brown eyes that if Logan didn’t believe in human reincarnation, he’d believe Viktoria had become this cat that he hugged and cried into on a weekly basis. There was… an odd sense of comfort in that thought, no matter how illogical and false it was.
The next flashback occured only two weeks after the Viktoria one, this time while Logan was out getting coffee with another coworker, Sascha. He walked up to the counter to order his coffee (black, three sugars, no cream), when the sight of the barista caused him to freeze. The soft blonde curls, the clear blue eyes, the freckles, the soft sunshine smile, everything pointed to her and Logan just froze. Sascha noticed, grabbed both their coffees, payed the barista, and quickly walked Logan out to his car, muttering assurances and soothing platitudes until Logan was safely in the car and the coffees were safely out of his reach.
“Okay, Logan, talk to me, what’s going on?” Sascha requested, pushing his sunglasses onto his head so he could look Logan straight (ha) in the eyes.
“B… barista… Pénélope…” he stammered. Sascha nodded in understanding and took Logan’s hands into his own, rubbing his fingers along the knuckles soothingly.
“Just let it all out, Logan, it’s okay,” Sascha soothed. Logan sucked in a breath and tried to stop this, but it was too late and he was yanked under, the last thing he registered in the present being Sascha turning the keys to start the car.
Léone LeClair glanced up as the bell above her shop door tinkled. “Good morning! What can I get you?” she called, turning to face the new customer. Her next question died in her throat as the stranger gave her a bright, sunny smile unlike any that Léone had seen before.
“Good morning! Could I take six loaves of bread, some eggs, and a bit of milk?” the stranger asked, blonde curls falling into her crystal blue eyes. Léone snapped herself out of her stupor and grabbed the items the beautiful girl requested, smiling awkwardly.
“Of course.” They exchanged payments, and the stranger left, leaving Léone feeling incredibly sad and lonely.
The stranger kept coming back, however. She kept coming back to buy more bread, more eggs, more milk. She came to buy butter and cheese and pastries of all kinds. Eventually, Léone learned her name. Pénélope Bisset, a weaver in the next town over who only came here because the products were cheaper and the people nicer, in her opinion. Léone didn’t argue with her.
It was about a year after Léone first met Pénélope when Pénélope asked the question.
“Léone, I love you. You are so kind and sweet and just… I love you. But… I don’t know how to be with you.” Léone’s heart froze in her chest. Pénélope felt the same way as she. They… they had a chance.
“Pénélope, I must confess that… I also love you,” Léone murmured. She flushed, shifting in discomfort, as she waiting for Pénélope’s response. Pénélope clapped her hands together, grinning.
“Oh, Léone! Thank you! I… I’m so glad!” Pénélope cried, dancing around. She paused soon, though, her smile dropping. “What… what are we going to do?” Léone thought for a moment before slamming her fist into her open palm.
“We run. We run to another part of the land and live our lives alone out there.” Pénélope pondered this idea for a moment before agreeing, and Léone’s heart fluttered. She loved this wonderful beam of sunshine more than she could ever quantify.
So, without even another thought, both packed a couple bags of clothing, food, and money and ran. They ran to the edge of the countryside, bought goats along the way, and settled down, telling everyone nearby that they were sisters to avoid being murdered. They raised their goats, and three orphaned children, and finally, finally, after 40 long years, Pénélope died, breaking Léone’s heart for the second time in her life. She held her wife’s body and cried, crying even harder when she realized that Pénélope’s sunshine had left, never to face her again.
Logan snapped back to the present, heavy tears fogging his glasses and dripping down onto his knees. He startled as he registered a soft, warm blanket wrapped around him and his coffee shoved into his hands.
“Logan? You good? Do you need anything else?” Sascha whispered. Logan shook his head, and Sascha nodded. After a few minutes, Sascha murmured: “... Want to talk?” and Logan shook his head again. A few more minutes of awkward silence, and then: “... Want to go home?”
“Yes please,” Logan whispered. Sascha yanked out his phone, fired off a quick text (most likely to Thomas), and then put the car back in gear to drive Logan home.
“Mi corazón, come here! I have something to ask you!” Prince Raúl called, his deep, smooth voice bubbling with excitement. Prince León poked his head into the room, confusion and concern stirring in his mocha eyes.
“Yes? What is it?” León answered, his voice high. Raúl spun to give him a large smile and presented a gleaming gold and ruby ring.
“We’re getting married! Well, in secret, but we’re still getting married! Isn’t this wonderful?” León’s eyes widened and tears bubbled in them. He was… getting married? To the love of his life?
“Of course! Yes!” León yelped, throwing himself into Raúl’s arms, crying and laughing at the same time. Raúl was just as much of a mess, grabbing León and spinning him around before pulling him into a passionate kiss. León giggled and smiled into the kiss as Raúl slipped the ring onto his finger. For just one moment, all was peaceful and happy with the two princes.
Logan snapped back to awareness, sobbing his eyes out. “Oh, sweetie, shh, shh, it’s okay,” a voice was soothing him. Thomas. That was Thomas. His employer. “Logan, I’m not mad, I need you to breathe with me.”
Logan tried, he really did, but nothing was working. Raúl had been the beginning of the end, the last time he was uncursed, the last time he was human.
A small scuffle, and then a new, cool presence was in front of him, telling him to breathe. He shook his head because he couldn’t, he was sorry but he couldn’t, he was too lost…
“Ludwig Amsel, I need you to look at me right this instant,” a soft voice firmly stated, cutting through the mess that was Logan’s thoughts. Logan’s breathing and heart froze. Only… only one person should still know that name; himself. So how… who… what?
“Logan, it’s Viktor. Viktoria. I need you to breathe with me,” the soft voice continued. Logan managed to finally suck air into his lungs, and the voice (Viktoria, but no, she was dead) cheered him on and praised him. Logan finally, finally managed to get his breathing back to normal, and he finally glanced up, only to meet one brown and one green eye, the same eyes of Viktoria.
“Logan. My name is Virgil, but you used to know me as Viktoria. I’m here, darling, and I need you to calm down so we can talk.” Logan nodded, still confused. How did Vik-Virgil know who they used to be?
Virgil pulled Logan to his feet, giving him that small shaky smile. “Thomas told me everything,” Virgil murmured. Logan swallowed. How had Thomas…
“I met the witch who cursed you, Logan. They feel sorry for what they did, and they decided to help me help you break it,” Thomas explained quickly, arms crossed over his chest as a warm smile dimpled his cheeks. “So, I reached out to the three who mattered, found out they all lived here, and told them everything.”
Logan blinked, surprised. The witch… was… sorry? “And Patton- you’d know him as Pénélope- and I are good friends, so I told him. He’s running to get you some tea; Sascha told us you like tea. So, Patton and I are friends, and Roman is Patton’s boyfriend- you’d know Roman as Raúl I believe?- so he’s with Patton getting tea. And I’m here to calm you down.” Virgil rattled off nervously.
“Ah… my… apologies for freaking out…” Logan mumbled.
“Hey, hey, no. No need. You’ve been through a lot, Logan, and no one is going to fault you for some breakdowns,” Virgil cut in, eyes fierce yet soft. Logan bit his lip. He didn’t believe him.
“Logan. Thomas has closed the place, so we’re going to sit down when Patt and Princey get back and talk this all out, okay L?” Logan nodded, and Virgil nodded before stepping back. “Now,” Virgil continued, arching a dark eyebrow. “Tell me about yourself?”
Notes: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Okay, so, the conversation was basically: Virgil apologizing to Logan after bumping into him and asking if he could do anything. Logan says that he’s fine and then asks for Virgil’s name. Virgil gives his name, Logan gives his, and then Virgil runs off in Gay Panic.
Hope you liked it! Happy New Year everyone!
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Christmas one-shot
Outoftricks: I decided to make a one-shot that takes place a year after the movie. It's takes place on Christmas Eve. Think of it as a little Christmas present for my followers!!
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"Oops, swear wasn't me." Jack backed away with his hands in the air from the now scattered nutcrackers that were on the floor. "What kid would still want to play with these anyway?" Jack leaned down and picked up a nutcracker, turning it this way and that as he examined it. "Seriously though, not like they do much."
It was Christmas eve and he was helping North with some last minute preparations. He had been in the middle of throwing the toys up in the air and hitting them into boxes with his staff when he had accidentally smacked one of the cars into the pile of nutcrackers. The very ones that Phil had finished just two days prior of painting them red.
"Better start stacking them back up before Phil sees this and throw a gasket."
Jack began piling them up when Phil came in and saw the mess. "Hey Phil...oh this? Ya know these really shouldn't have been so close to the wrapping station wasn't entirely my fault ya know?"
Jack slowly began backing away from Phil who was already throwing his arms up in the air and angrily speaking to him in Yeti. "Sorry don't speak Yeti." Phil charged towards him then and Jack jumped up in the air. "Whoa, come on don't be mad Phil. We're not that behind schedule!" Of course that didn't calm the yeti and Jack was forced to glide around the workshop, keeping himself out of the grip of Phil who was currently chasing him around.
Jack quickly glided out of the room, landing himself on the globe as he hid behind it. He peeked his head out to watch Phil run right past him. He chuckled to himself before landing down on the ground. "Now let's see what else we can do. Hey elves! Got anything for me?" His eyes landed on the pointed hats that were dragging a bucket and a mop away. "Hey, hold up not so fast!"
He ran after them, following them inside a room that he was pretty sure he hadn't explored before. A huge piece of parchment covered most of the room and Jack couldn't help but look around in amazement. "Whoa, that's a lot of paper."
The elves had disappeared around a corner and honestly Jack hadn't even noticed. The frost spirit was now currently distracted by the names he was reading off of the list. His eyes finally landed on 'Jamie' and he couldn't help but smile. "Course that kid would be on the nice list."
From time to time he would visit Jamie in secret. Just to see how he and his sister was. Jamie always seemed to enjoy his visits since it usually consisted of Jack making it snow in his room. Jack enjoyed hearing Jamie ramble on about some mystical creature he was sure existed. The kid sure seemed to like that topic. He was brought out of his thoughts by the jingling of pointed hats. Jack looked down to see the elves pointing at the door. "Alright, alright am off. No need to make that face ya know?"
Jack walked out of the room and was quickly put back to work. He spent the rest of the night wrapping gifts, stacking them away inside North's red bag, and anything else they needed him to do. When it got close to midnight he was wiped, as he sat himself down on the ground. "Geez, is it always like this?"
"Only when is close to Christmas!"
Jack jumped back up and smiled once he saw it was North. "Hey, thought ya we're suppose to leave by now. Ya know, spreading wonder to kids? Ain't that ya're thing?"
North laughed before he said, "There's still time. Heard there was little accident in shop."
"Oh that? Was nothing, Phil is just an anxious type of guy. Maybe ya should bring him something to calm his nerves."
North shook his head, chuckling as he patted his back. "Very good. Thanks for help in shop Jack. Here wanted to give you this before I go."
Jack was surprised as he took the wrapped gift, leaning his staff against his shoulder. "This is for me? Thought was on the naughty list."
"Remember wiped clean the slate. This year you have been good. Will ignore minor setback in shop. Now open."
Jack smiled and wasted no time in tearing away the wrapping. In three hundred years he had never gotten a gift before, considering he used to be king of the naughty list. His smile grew wider once he saw what it was.
"To always remind you of why you are here."
Jack shook the snow globe, watching as the snow fell down on small versions of him and Jamie playing in the snow. He looked up at North, his smile still on his lips as he said, "Thanks North."
North smiled as he patted Jack on the shoulder. "Now have some presents to deliver! Christmas can't wait any longer."
He yelled for the yetis and elves to get his sleigh before he walked off. Jack watched him leave, he shook the snow globe again smiling down at it.
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thedappleddragon · 4 years ago
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hehe vaccine day >:)
I woke up and ate a bagel outside with my cat :) I also worked on my friend’s birthday present, but I dropped a tiny piece somewhere in my room and lost it :( but that’s fine, that was the piece I wanted to remake anyway because of the drill hole too close to the edge. but I added a thin layer of resin to both sides of the other 3 pieces and let it sit in the sun. I accidentally got resin in the drill hole for one, and when I tried to re-drill the hole, the layer of resin separated from the plastic and adding more to try and fix it just made it ugly, so I'm remaking that piece too. I went to go sew the paw pads onto the other pair of a matching set, but I misplaced the paper template so instead I sewed one lining. then my sister banged on the wall to complain about me singing to myself at my desk while she was trying to work, so I sat in the backyard doing nothing and repeating the first phrase of “if I were a rich man” to myself over and over, watching the bumblebees fly around from one dandelion to another. my appointment for my covid vaccine was coming up, so I took a quick shower, gathered my things, realized I was cutting it pretty damn close, rushed out the door, moved the silver car because my sister wanted it to go to track, and sped pretty much the whole way there. while at a stoplight thought: google maps: 15 minute drive. me, gay and running late: 10 minute drive. based on some textpost that was the same thing but me, gay, caffeinated: 10 mine walk. idk I thought it was funny. I walked into Kroger and when I was checking in at the pharmacy, they asked for my insurance and at first I thought I didnt have it and I got really worried, until I realized that I DID have the card I needed, I just didnt know what it was called. so they sat me down in the waiting area and I was very anxious the whole time. a very polite dude doctor called me in, gave me paperwork, a card, and a sticker. and told me about symptoms n stuff. I was so anxious about it that my hands shook a little while glancing at the paperwork, and I teared up looking at the needle sitting on the desk, building it all up in my head. thankfully, before he injected it, he asked if I had any hobbies to distract me from the needle. I looked away at the wall and told him about how I was sewing a dress for my friend’s upcoming picnic birthday, and as I stammered through the story I wasn't so focused on the needle, but I still felt it and it only kinda hurt. I knew it wasn't going to be bad, I’m just a baby. and hooray!! they didnt give me a boring tan bandaid! they have custom ones for the Kroger pharmacy, and it’s pretty with multicolored plus signs and the Kroger logo on it. the 15 minutes in the waiting room to check for an alergic reaction was pleasantly uneventful, so I returned my timer and left. I thought about getting myself a treat on the way home, but I've consumed a lot of sugar in the past couple of days and didnt need more. I accidentally took the interstate home, but that went relatively smoothly until I looked at my gas gage and realized it was completely empty... whoops :I and I took a bunch of really stupid wrong turns just trying to get into the gas station, and when I finally got there I pulled up to the wrong side, then I was too far away, then I couldn't find the gas cap lever thingy... eventually I to it to work but I felt like a damn FOOL. so I filled it up and when I tried to start the car IT DIDNT FUCKIN START. this is a known problem with this car. I tried a couple times to get it to go and it just putter. on my last try I revved the engine a couple times to get it to go, and that finally worked, so I wasn't stranded at the gas station thank fuck. I went in and found the Mountain Dew zero my mom wanted from yesterday along with beef jerky and Cheeto popcorn and went home. I handed my mom her stuff and ate my popcorn in the backyard, chilling out and calming down after all that shit. i just kinda hung out until my dad came home and he made dinner and I told him about my day and we ate and waited a little antique roadshow and I went to go hang out in my room. I keep thinking its later than it actually is, and now that it’s finally almost 2 am, im hungry and not all that tired >:/ bleh. if you're wondering, I got the Pfizer vaccine, and so far the only side effects ive had are injection sight muscle soreness and being sexy as hell. hopefully only one is temporary..
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singingpuppies · 4 years ago
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RP With Sanders-Sides-RP-Blog-12
Who: Patton and Roman.
Part: Fourteen.
General Notes: When Patton woke up this morning, he was a regular guy. Now he’s come to find out that he was kidnapped as a baby and he’s actually a Prince, who’s set up in an arranged marriage with another Prince named Roman. How will Patton react to so much changing in his life all at once? Especially when neither of the young princes want to marry someone they’ve just met?
Warnings: None just lots of cute.
PATTON
Virgil lightly pushed Remus at the suggestion. "No. No infected brother arms." he said before taking the last bite of his sandwich. "Okay, I can do that." he said with a nod when Remus gave him an actual answer. He gave a small smile and a shy shrug, eating the last of his fries. "Thanks... just gotta hope it doesn't come back later." he said as he set the plate on his nightstand. That's what had happened the other day, he pushed his anxiety away so he could save Patton, and once he had, it came back even stronger until Remus found him on the bathroom floor. Sometimes when serious situations happened and he pushed away his anxious thoughts, he was successful in getting rid of them. Other times, they just showed up stronger later. Wasn't sure what to expect this time around. 
Patton furrowed his brow in confusion. "What are you talking about? You're not gross, why would you think you're gross? You're absolutely gorgeous." Patton said before blushing a bit when he realized what he said, covering his mouth with his hand. It'd just sort of slipped out, he was lucky he didn't accidentally use the word hot, but... Roman was hot. Patton had never really seen anyone shirtless before, but if he wasn't so distracted by worrying about Roman's injury, he would've definitely found himself distracted by how amazing his boyfriend looked shirtless. Logan shook his head. "No, I'm helping you solve it, you can't solve it if I'm holding it." he said, not even noticing that he was shaking his hands again. "Okay, move it like this so the entire side turns white." he instructed.
ROMAN
Remus nods, holding Virgil closer. "If it does come back, I'll be right here if you need me." he tells him softly, pressing gently kisses to Virgil's cheek. "You know what I find annoying? You can tell people to have a nice day, and that means you're being friendly- but the second I tell someone 'enjoy the next 24 hours' suddenly I'm 'creepy' and 'threatening'." he complains, hugging Virgil close. Roman blinks at Patton. Wait.... Patton didn't think he was gross? "Because- because I'm covered in all sorts of cuts and scars and they're gross and ugly." he says, but he blushes at Patton's use of the word gorgeous. "I can't be gorgeous... besides- that's what you are." he says, making grabby hands for Patton, being selfish and wanting him close. Janus sighs, letting Logan instruct him, turning it so that the entire side was white.
PATTON
Virgil let out a content little sigh before laughing at what Remus finished with, because of course that was what Remus was going to say next. "This is exactly why you're my favorite." Virgil said with a smile, grabbing Remus' face and kissing him. "So? That's not gross and ugly." he said, clearly confused at what Roman was talking about. His whole face went red when Roman called him gorgeous, hiding his face in his hands as he let out a small giggle. It took him a while to successfully sit down, wincing a second before burying his face in Roman's good shoulder, still blushing. "You're super gorgeous." he mumbled into Roman's shoulder. "Okay, Look in the middle layer to locate any mismatched edge that doesn’t have a yellow tile, and then hold it so the mismatched edge in the middle layer is on the right side. Then if you move this and this, you should be able to make all sides solid colors." he said.
ROMAN
Remus lets out a happy gasp, turning to kiss Virgil happily, grinning against his lips. "I'm your favorite?" he asks as he happily kisses him, moving to gently cup his cheek. "They- they're not?" Roman asks, a confused look crossing his face. But he smiles at Patton's giggle, wrapping his good arm around him gently, holding him close to himself, blushing softly. Janus nods, a little bit lost at that- but if he could do one thing, it was bullshit, so he did that as best he could, being able to mostly do it.
PATTON
"My absolute favorite." Virgil confirmed with a smile before leaning into the kiss a bit more. "Of course they're not. They're like... stories on your body. I've got some stretch marks on my stomach, but I don't think they're gross or ugly... they mostly just make me look like a tiger or a zebra or maybe a stripy cat!" Patton said happily, poking his stomach a moment before returning his attention to Roman. Patton was small, and thin, but he wasn't really as toned as a lot of the more active members of their friend group. His stomach was soft, and he liked cookies far too much, and some of his stretch marks came just from growing over the years. Logan watched Janus carefully, giving him a small nod. "Good."
ROMAN
Remus giggles, continuing to kiss him, smiling. He pulls Virgil closer to himself, smiling into the kiss. Roman can't help the smile that spreads onto his face at Patton's words, smiling when he poked his stomach. "I- I don't know... I guess I never thought about it like that? But- most people don't have these- I don't- I don't like they way they look..." Roman says, moving closer to Patton. Janus gives Logan a smile. "See! I was hopeless at these before! If you can tach me, you can teach anyone." he says with a smile.
PATTON
Virgil smiled against Remus' lips when he felt him pull him closer, deepening the kiss a bit as his hands moved to Remus' shoulders. Patton pursed his lips in thought before giving a small shrug. "That's okay, I'll just double like the way they look until you like the way they look and feel better." he offered with a smile. Logan adjusted his glasses, looking at the rubiks cube before nodding. "I am very smart." he stated, he liked to think he was good at teaching people things, he was glad that he was able to teach Janus how to solve the rubiks cube, especially since Logan wasn't entirely sure it'd be easy to teach because he'd just sort of... did it.
ROMAN
Remus melts when Virgil deepens the kiss, gently cupping his boyfriends cheek. Roman lets out a quiet, tired laugh at that. "You will? I- I don't think it works that way- but that you, Patton." he tells him softly. He's almost asleep, and he wraps himself around Patton, slowly starting to drift off beside him. Janus nods, chuckling. "You are extremely smart." he tells him. He passes the Rubik's cube back to him.
PATTON
Virgil let his hands grip Remus' shirt, tugging on it a bit to try and pull Remus down on top of him. Patton gave a small nod, about to respond when he noticed that Roman was falling asleep. He wasn't tired, but he didn't want to get up and move and risk waking up his sleeping boyfriend, so he figured he better try to get comfortable. Left alone with his thoughts wasn't the best though, he kept thinking about how much his arm itched, the rash was getting more noticeable, but he tried to ignore it. Looking down at his left hand, he couldn't help but feel like something was missing, but he couldn't figure out what. Was he wearing a ring or a bracelet or something? Maybe it'd fallen off when he was in Virgil's bathroom? Maybe he could go look later. Logan took the rubiks cube, fiddling with it again. "Are you sure Roman is going to be okay?" he asked after a moment.
ROMAN
Remus chuckles a little bit at Virgil, but he lets the other pull him where he wanted him, above him, leaning down to kiss him and gently nip at Virgil's lip. "Shouldn't get too carried away now, should we?" he chuckles quietly, low in Virgil's ear. One benefit of living in a castle was not having to worry about people overhearing.. certain things happening. Janus looks over at Logan. "I think that he will be. He's letting us take care of him now."
PATTON
Virgil let out a quiet moan when he felt Remus nip at his lip, raising his eyebrows slightly at what he said, but man Remus' voice was so hot all low like that. "I guess not." he sighed before moving to kiss Remus again. He'd make a comment about not being too loud, but if he was being totally honest, he wasn't so sure he'd be able to stay all that quiet if they kept going, and he wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed to admit that or not. "Stupid tiny house." he mumbled against Remus' lips. "Why didn't he just tell us sooner?" Logan huffed as he fiddled with the rubiks cube.
ROMAN
Remus was happy to just keep kissing Virgil- but the moan that he let out was downright musical and Remus wanted to hear more of those in the future, preferably soon- but he also didn't exactly want to get walked in on. He laughs quietly at Virgil's comment, kissing him quickly again. "We wouldn't have this problem if you let me buy you a bigger one..." He says with a smirk. Janus shrugs. "My guess? He didn't want to seem weak. Or he didn't want everyone's attention on himself instead of Patton." he says.
PATTON
Virgil looked up at Remus. "I wasn't looking for a new house for me, I was looking for a new house for my parents, and I do not plan on doing any of this in my parents house. Of course, a new house probably won't happen any time soon because I'm literally about to go broke spending all my money on Christmas gifts for the 27 very important people in my life. Besides, I don't need a new house, that door locks." he said, loosely gesturing to the door before leaning in to give Remus another kiss. "That doesn't make any sense... I hope I don't stop making sense as I get older." he said before his eyes caught sight of the present again. Stupid mystery box.
ROMAN
"Well who says that I can't buy a house for you and your parents?" Remus asks him. He glances over at the door. "Sure, even if it locks- there's still the problem with noise carrying through the wall." he says with a chuckle, connecting his lips with Virgil's again. Janus laughs quietly, nodding. "Yeah, I guess it doesn't make sense." he admits with a little shrug.
PATTON
"Rems, I can't ask you to do that. Besides, there's nothing wrong with this house, it's just me living here, when we're not all suffering from near death experiences it's more than enough space." he said, scrunching his nose playfully at Remus. He scoffed a bit at what Remus said next. "I can be quiet." he said before rolling his eyes at himself. "Okay, I probably can't be quiet, I don't actually know." he said, his face going a bit red before he felt Remus kiss him again. Logan looked back at Janus. "I've gotten quite use to being confused by my cousins, so I suppose I shouldn't be all that surprised." he said with a sigh. "I'm just glad everyone made him tell us."
ROMAN
"Fine. But I'm still buying the house for your family." Remus says firmly. There wasn't going to be any talking him out of this. Virgil could try though- try and fail. Remus giggles quietly. "Don't worry VeeVee- there's plenty of time to be loud at a later date." he murmurs softly to him. Janus nods. "Me too... it looked really infected..." he says quietly. "Who knows what would have happened if we hadn't?"
PATTON
"Nooo, Remus, I can't ask you to do that." he said. He shot Remus a playful pout when he said that there was plenty of time at a later date. "Fine, I guess I'll be patient." he huffed before giving Remus a small smile. Patton's arm was getting more and more itchy, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, he didn't know what, but something. Getting up as carefully as he could without waking up his sleeping boyfriend, he decided to head back to the bathroom. At the very least if he couldn't find anything to make him figure out what was missing from his left hand he might at least find something to stop the itching in his arms that Virgil might have in a medicine cabinet or something. Then he could hurry right back to his spot on the couch before Roman even woke up. Logan chewed his lip thoughtfully. "I don't understand what the plan actually was. If we hadn't pushed him, what did he think was going to happen?"
ROMAN
"You absolutely can! Virgey I'm am disgustingly wealthy. Let me spend money on you ad your family, please." Remus tells him, looking over at him, giggling a bit when he said that he was going to be patient. Roman shifted a bit in bed. Not waking up, but he definitely felt the loss of Patton. Patton was his warmth, Patton was soft- so of course he's upset after he left the bed. Janus shrugs, glancing in the direction that Roman was. "Knowing Roman? There probably was no plan. The only thing in his head was probably to help Paton."
PATTON
Patton was trying to be quick about looking around, not wanting to be gone too long. He had a feeling if he was away for too long, Roman would wake up. It was hard to be fast, it was hard to move quickly, but he was doing his best. He had to find... he didn't know what, something was missing. He just couldn't remember what it was, and the more he tried to think about it, the more his head hurt. He could feel himself getting frustrated, maybe even a bit panicked, but he tried to ignore the feeling. He hadn't noticed that there was still a bit of water on the floor from when he'd turned on the shower, causing him to slip and hit the floor, letting out a small yelp as it happened. Virgil was about to respond when he heard a thud and a yelp coming from the bathroom, furrowing his brow. "Did you hear that?" he asked, looking up at Remus before realizing it could've been Roman or Patton falling or something. Worry causing his adrenaline to kick in, he got up off the bed and ran into the bathroom, forgetting about his crutches. "Pat, you okay?" he asked quickly when he saw him sitting on the floor, moving to kneel down next to him when he saw he was crying. 
"Hey, it's okay, tell me where it hurts, I can send Remus to get you ice." he said as he scooted closer. Patton didn't really have an answer, it didn't really hurt... okay, it hurt when he actually fell, especially his ribs, and he knew it was going to hurt when he tried to get up, but right now he wasn't really in pain... he actually didn't know why he was crying. "Want me to carry you back to the couch?" Virgil offered, not really sure if he'd be able to carry Patton with his ankle, but he'd try if it meant calming him down. Patton let out another yelp before Virgil even touched him, quickly shaking his head. "No, it's gonna hurt." he hiccuped, Virgil quickly moving his hands away. "Okay, okay, we'll just hang out here for a bit." Virgil said honestly. Patton was trying to calm down, but it was hard because he was starting to freak out. He was afraid that now that he fell the group was going to prevent him from walking around on his own anymore, they were going to watch him and make him stay in one place and Patton couldn't just sit on that couch 24/7, he was already getting antsy... he knew it was going to hurt when he tried to get up or if someone tried to move him and he was too upset to deal with it right now. 
Not to mention the fact that he still felt like he was missing something and the fact that he couldn't remember what it was was making this all worse. Virgil looked Patton over a moment before putting it together. Patton wasn't hurt, he was having a panic attack. It took Virgil a moment to realize, it was different than his panic attacks, but he still was fairly good at picking up on when someone was panicking. "I want Roman." Patton hiccuped after a moment, sniffling. If Virgil didn't know any better, he would've thought it sounded more like when his little nieces and nephews asked for a stuffed animal when they were upset than when someone asked for another person. "You want me to go wake him up?" Virgil verified softly, Patton hesitated a moment before shaking his head. He wanted Roman, but he felt bad waking him up. 
"Okay, how about Remus and I sit here with you until Roman wakes up? Neither of us will try to move you, and we're just as fun as Roman, promise." Virgil said playfully, hoping to get Patton to smile or calm down a little at the very least. Hearing commotion in the bathroom, Logan looked towards the door before setting down the rubiks cube, grabbing the stuffed cat, hurrying over. "What happened?" Logan asked. "Nothing, Patton's just a little upset right now, but he's okay." Virgil said, Logan holding the stuffed cat out, Virgil taking it and handing it to Patton, who clung to it before sniffling again. "Lo, can you do me a huge favor? Can you and Jan let me know if Roman wakes up? If he does, call me out there so I can tell Roman about Patton, okay?" Logan nodded before leaving the room to go back to where Janus and Roman were.
ROMAN
Remus worriedly followed after Virgil when he heard the yelp. That... probably wasn't good. He followed him into the bathroom, worried when he saw Patton on he floor. But he stayed near the door, not wanting to get into Patton's space as he let Virgil help him. He wonders if Patton is crying from the fall, or from something else that had happened. He wouldn't be surprised if it was both, given everything that had happened to Patton over the past few days. He was tempted to go wake Roman up after Patton asked for him, but he decides not to when Patton says that he doesn't want to wake him. Janus watches Logan go, and then he nods to Virgil. "We'll let you know if he does." he tells him, carefully pulling Logan out of the room. Roman frowns in his sleep, shifting slightly. The noise... what was that noise? And where had his husband gone? He's not awake yet, but he would be soon.
PATTON
Virgil reached for Remus, he knew Remus had done an amazing job of calming him down the other day when he was panicking, and while Patton might've been panicking in a very different way than Virgil had, he still had a feeling Remus would be very good at helping him calm Patton down, so he couldn't help but make grabby hands for his boyfriend from his spot on the floor. "What made you come in the bathroom?" Virgil asked softly. "My arm itches." Patton mumbled from behind the stuffed animal, sniffling. "Okay, I think I have something for that, if not, Logan definitely does in the first aid kit." Virgil said, trying to think if he had any cream or anything that might make Patton's arm feel better. "And I was looking for something." Patton added. "What were you looking for?" Virgil questioned. "I don't know... somethings missing, but I don't know what." Patton hiccuped. "That's okay, you've been here all day so if something's missing it's gotta be around here somewhere." Virgil said, hoping it would calm him down.
ROMAN
Remus moved closer, slowly moving to sit near Patton and his boyfriend on the floor. "Well- what made you feel like something was missing?" he asks, thinking that maybe getting Patton to figure that out might make him feel better. "While you think, just try and take deep breaths, okay? Do you want some water?" he asks him. Roman was awake now in the other room, frowning when he didn't see Patton. Where had he gone? Had he left him? Been taken again? Was he in trouble? Roman sat up way too quickly, groaning quietly, his head hurt from that. Janus looks over at Roman, moving over. "Hey- don't move that quickly." he chides him, before looking in the direction of the bathroom. "Virgil? He's up!" Janus calls.
PATTON
Patton looked at his hand a moment before looking back at Remus. "Something's suppose to be here, but I don't know what." he hiccuped as he looked down at his hand again. He shook his head slightly at the question before trying to do what Remus said and take some deep breaths. They were mostly shaky since he was still crying, but he tried anyway. Hearing Janus, Virgil struggled to stand up. "Stay with Remus, I'll be right back, okay?" Virgil said before starting to walk into the other room, wincing a bit because the adrenaline that had gotten him in here had already worn off and nope, no walking, crutches in the other room, hopping was better, definitely hopping. "Ro?" Virgil said before reaching the pull out. "Patton's okay, he's physically okay but he's having a bit of a panic attack... he asked for you but he didn't want us to wake you up. Are you up for going in there or do you need a minute? Because it's totally okay if you need some time, Remus is in there with him and I think he's calming him down." Virgil offered, not wanting to freak Roman out. "If you do go in there, though, he doesn't want to be moved, he's scared it's going to hurt." Virgil added, knowing Roman had a tendency to pick Patton up and he didn't know if it'd be different if it was Roman, but just incase, he didn't want Patton to freak out again. Not to mention Roman’s arm.
ROMAN
Remus watches Virgil leave, and he looks at Patton. "Good- just keep trying to breathe, okay? Everything'll be fine. Roman's coming soon." he tries to soothe him. Roman is instantly more awake the second that Virgil says that Patton is in distress. "No- I can go to him." he says quickly, standing up and waiting a minute for his vision to clear, before he quickly walks to the bathroom, ignoring the pain in his head and his arm. "Patton?" he calls nervously, looking in at him. He sees him crying and his heart breaks, he doesn't ever want to have to see Patton cry anymore... he moves closer to him, crouching down on the floor near him. "Patton- what wrong darling?" he asks him softly, gently reaching out a hand for Patton to take if he wants touch right now.
PATTON
Patton nodded a bit. "Okay... thank you." he said quietly, a little embarrassed that he'd gotten so worked up, but he was glad Remus was there. "Alright, don't feel like you have to rush though, he knows you were napping, Remus' got him." Virgil insisted, not wanting Roman to make himself worse by pushing himself too hard. "And when he wants to get up, have Remus help him, I don't want you trying to pick him up or something with your bad arm!" Virgil added after a moment. He shouldn't have had to say it, but knowing how stubborn his best friend was, he figured he better throw it out there. Sitting on the pull out, Virgil let out a small sigh before allowing himself to fall back so he was laying down, rubbing his eyes with his hands, needed a moment. The second Patton heard Roman's voice, he looked up, reaching for him. He took his hand, moving to lean on Roman and clinging to him in about the same way he'd been clinging to that stuffed animal until Roman showed up, but made sure to be very careful of Roman's arm.
ROMAN
Roman couldn't give a flying fuck if he hurt himself- not if Patton was distressed. When Patton reached for him, Roman sat on the floor next to him, carefully wrapping his good arm around him. "Alright, I'm here sweetheart, I'm here." he tells him softly, holding the other close to himself. He doesn't ask his questions again yet, seeing as Patton might need a minute. Remus looks at Roman. "You got it?" he asks, and to which Roman nods. Remus stands, leaving the bathroom, and then going to go find Virgil on the pullout. "VeeVee?" he asks, seeing him laying there.
PATTON
Patton stayed like that for a few minutes, calming down a bit more now that Roman was there. "I got upset." he hiccuped after a moment. He was a bit embarrassed that he'd gotten so worked up, he wasn't even sure where the outburst had come from. Hearing Remus' voice, Virgil held his hand up as if he were difficult to spot on the pull out in that tiny house. "Here." he said before letting his hand fall back onto the bed. "Do you want me to get your crutches so you have them when you're ready to get up?" Logan questioned, not sure what to do but wanting to feel like he was helping in some way. "That'd be great, thanks, Lo." Virgil said with a nod as Logan ran into the bedroom.
ROMAN
Roman nods, gently pressing a kiss to the top of Patton's head. "It's alright to get upset, darling. Can you tell me what happened?" Roman asks him quietly, holding him close, wanting to know how he could help, how he could make Patton feel better. Remus goes over to where Virgil is, sitting down on there next to him. "Everything okay?" he asks him softly, reaching out to take his boyfriends hand gently.
PATTON
Patton sniffled. "My arm itched, so I came in here to get something for it, and I felt like... something was missing? I'm looking for it but I don't know what I'm looking for so I can't find it." he said before burying his face in Roman's side. "It's making my head hurt." he mumbled against his boyfriend. Virgil took his boyfriend's hand giving a small nod. "Yeah just... a lot happening all at once... I needed a minute." he said honestly as Logan came back with the crutches, setting them down next to Virgil before going back over to Janus.
ROMAN
"Hey- it's okay Patton, alright? Not knowing is okay, you don't have to know. Do you know what you might be looking for?" he asks him quietly. "I'm sorry your head hurts darling." he told him quietly, holding him and letting Patton hide in his side. Remus nods. "Do you wanna go back to your room?" Remus asks him, gently squeezing his hand. Janus looks over at Logan. "Lo? Are you feeling okay?" he asks, knowing he might not get an answer, but wanting to ask.
PATTON
Patton shook his head a bit. "No." he said softly. "Something... something's suppose to be on my hand." he added after a moment. He didn't know what was missing exactly, but he knew it was something that was important to him, he just couldn't figure out what it was, and it made him feel bad that he'd forgotten something that was clearly important. It just wasn't coming to him thought, maybe if he tried to stop thinking about it and forcing it... it'd just... come to him? Virgil nodded a bit before sitting up. "Yeah." he said as he reached for his crutches, starting to get up. Logan gave a small nod. "I'm okay." he said, hesitating a moment before looking back at Janus. "I don't like that everyone keeps getting upset." he added.
ROMAN
"I'm sure you'll find it eventually." Roman looks at Patton. Was- was Patton remembering the ring? The wedding? Roman slips his ring off of his own finger when Patton was looking away, before silently sliding it under the sink. He knew that he couldn't tell Patton, but maybe Patton would feel better if he 'found' it. "Is that it?" he asks, pointing under the sink to where the ring could just barely be seen. Remus helps Virgil stand, giving him the crutches then walking beside him to the bedroom. Janus nods. "I know... it's difficult when everyone around you is always distressed... do you want to go on a walk or something? Clear your head?" he asks.
PATTON
Patton cuddled up closer to Roman before turning his head when Roman asked if that was what he was looking for. Looking in the direction Roman was pointing, he spotted the ring, blinking a few times in surprised which caused a few unfallen tears to run down his face. "That's it!" he squeaked, sitting up and picking it up, examining it a moment. He still couldn't quite remember why the ring was important, but this was definitely what he was looking for. Was it a family heirloom? Had Roman given it to him? He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling he was getting close. Tilting his head slightly, he hiccuped again before looking back at Roman. "Was there another part?" he asked, he felt like there was something else too... something lighter and thinner, but maybe he was wrong, maybe he was just over thinking the whole thing and this was all he'd been looking for. Virgil collapsed on the bed after setting the crutches down on the floor. "If we could go the rest of the day without any more stress, that would be incredible." he said as he ran his hand through his hair. Logan gave a small nod. He didn't like seeing all the people he cared about so upset. When Janus suggested they go for a little walk, he gave another nod. "Okay." he said, having a moment to clear his head sounded really good to him.
ROMAN
Roman carefully moved his hand to wipe Patton's tears away, holding the other close. "No, I don't think so..." he says. He doesn't want to bring up the string- doesn't want to distress Patton. "But I could be wrong. I'm sure it'll come to you eventually." he assures him softly. Remus nods, flopping down next to Virgil. "I second that statement." he says with a sigh, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend gently. Janus stands up, going over to the front door and opening it for Logan.
PATTON
Patton didn't break his gaze from the ring, nodding a bit at what Roman said. For now, he was more than happy enough just to have found this, it was nice to know he wasn't losing his mind or something, that there actually had been something he'd been looking for. "Thank you." he said softly, moving to give Roman a hug. He really appreciated the fact that Roman had helped him find it. Virgil cuddled up close to his boyfriend. "Thank God, you're here, I would've lost it by now if you weren't." he said as he rested his head on Remus' shoulder. Logan hurried over to the door. He had to admit he was excited to spend some time outside, get some fresh air, try to forget about everything stressful going on.
ROMAN
Roman nods. "Of course." he tells him softly, hugging Patton back, holding onto him. He was glad that he was able to help, to make Patton feel better. "Do you want to stay in the bathroom? Or go back to the couch?" he asks him softly. Remus smiles at him, pressing kisses all over Virgil's cheeks and nose, smiling at him. "I'm glad to be the one keeping you from the inevitable descent into madness." he tells him gently. Janus closes the door behind them, taking a breath of fresh air. "Which way do you want to go, Logan?" he asks.
PATTON
Patton bit his lip in thought. "I don't wanna move yet, it's gonna hurt my ribs." he admitted quietly. It wasn't so bad until he tried to get up or down, and he was still a bit too emotional to mentally prepare himself for the pain. "Are you okay?" he asked Roman after a moment, hoping that maybe the nap had helped his arm and head feel better. Virgil couldn't help but smile and let out a small laugh when he felt Remus kiss all over his face, scrunching his nose happily. "Yeah, you are surprisingly good at preventing me from the inevitable descent into madness... you should get an award or something." he said with a smile. Logan looked around before giving a small shrug. "I don't know, I've never been here before... which way has more plants? I could see if I could spot different types of flora and fauna I've been learning about."
ROMAN
Roman nods. "We don't have to move then." he tells him softly, just holding him. Roman nods. "I am- it's better since Virgil took care of my arm." he told him, "And the nap helped too, I think." he says. Remus grins. "Yeah I should! An award would be nice." he says with a giggle, kissing Virgil's nose again. Janus looks around. "I think that way?" he says, pointing to the left, and then slowly starting to walk. "I'd love to hear about the plants."
PATTON
Patton put the ring on so he wouldn't lose it, then cuddled back up to Roman. He smiled a bit when Roman said he was feeling a little better, that in itself making Patton feel a lot better. "That's good, that makes me happy, I didn't like that your arm was hurting." he said softly. "Can I do anything to make it feel even better?" he asked. Virgil smiled. "I'll see if I can get you one, maybe it'll be an early Christmas present." he said with a small laugh. He smiled even more when Remus kissed his nose again. "Speaking of which, I gotta start putting together a list of potential gifts for everyone for Christmas if I want any hope of getting them all ready in time... and we still gotta plan some sort of birthday thing for Logan." Virgil reminded. Logan nodded, walking along side Janus. "Did you know that there are over 80,000 species of edible plants on Earth?" Logan asked.
ROMAN
Roman shakes his head. "No, it's alright Patton. I'm feeling better- I just like being next to you." he admits, holding Patton a little bit closer to himself at that. He still remembers seeing Patton crying when he walked into that bathroom- he hates seeing Patton look so upset. Remus looks over at Virgil, nodding a bit. "Yeah- I guess, Christmas is coming up pretty soon... maybe with Roman and Patton planning the party this year it'll actually be fun!" he says with a smile. "And yeah- as soon as things get relatively normal, we can do something for Logan's birthday." Janus looks at Logan. "I didn't! That's a lot..."
PATTON
Patton spun the ring around his finger a bit before looking back up at Roman, rubbing his eyes a bit. "Okay. I feel better now that you're in here." he hiccuped. Virgil smiled a bit. "I've never actually been to any of the Christmas parties at the castle, I mean, I guess if you count being on guard as part of my training like I was for the wedding, that sort of counts as attending? But..." he shrugged. "Ugh, how am I gonna come up with 27 present ideas? How am I gonna afford 27 presents?" he groaned. He loved Christmas, but he wished it was a less stressful time. "I honestly have no ideas for what to do for Logan. I mean, I wanna do something fun since that kid needs to loosen up, but if we just throw him a normal party will he even like that? I don't actually even know what he likes other than all that... smart stuff, but if we play into those interests aren't we just giving him the same boring birthday his dad gave him? Or is it not boring cause he actually likes that stuff? And does he actually like that stuff, or does he just think he does because he doesn't know anything else?" Virgil rambled a bit anxiously before taking a deep breath. "Sorry, I just want him to have fun." he said finally. Logan nodded. "It's true. It is sort of nice to know that if you’re ever in the mood to try something new, there is food you haven’t tried yet still growing somewhere in the world. But it'll probably be difficult to find since 90 percent of the foods humans eat come from only 30 plants." Logan stated.
ROMAN
Roman gently wipes any remaining tears off of Patton's face, holding the other close to himself. He was glad that he helped Patton feel better, that he helped him feel safe. Remus looks at Virgil. "Well... now that you're my boyfriend we can fix that! It's been way too long since I've brought a date to one of those." he says with a smile. "Virgil- babe, sweetheart, not to be crude- but shut up and please take my fucking money." Remus tells him when he complains about not being able to afford gifts. "What if we found a way to do both? Combine all the brainiac shit with... normal people shit?" he suggests. "And don't apologize, okay?" he tells Virgil, gently taking his boyfriend’s hands in his. Janus nods, smiling a bit. "Well- do you think there's someone out there who has tried... all of the food?"
PATTON
Patton cuddled a bit closer to Roman, sniffling a bit. "I guess we should get up off the floor." Patton said reluctantly. He didn't really want to move, he knew it was going to hurt, and he didn't want to accidentally hurt Roman's arm if Roman tried to help him stand up, but they couldn't stay on the floor forever... though he didn't really wanna go back to the couch. He wanted to sit outside or go back in the kitchen and see if he was up to baking something. He knew he was injured and he was suppose to rest but he never had been good at sitting still. Virgil smiled a bit. "Yeah? Sounds like fun." his voice trailed off and he shifted slightly on the bed. "Speaking of dates... we haven't actually had the chance to like... go on one. Is that something you'd maybe wanna do or...?" he glanced back at Remus. Sighing, he shook his head. "Okay, first of all, I am not buying you a Christmas present with your money because that's just you buying you a Christmas present and it just gets confusing, I'm not even totally sure of what I just said, and I feel bad taking your money, Rems, a house is expensive, buying gifts for 27 people is expensive, I have no idea when I'd be able to pay you back." he said. "You can, however, help me come up with gift ideas, and maybe come with me shopping? I'm gonna need help carrying all that stuff, plus maybe if you help me plan presents, you'll memorize the million family members faster and that'll definitely get you bonus points with my family when you do meet them." he said with a smile. "That could work... we just have to hope we plan the brainiac shit correctly since we won't have Logan to help us plan the brainiac shit." he said with a small laugh. He smiled a bit more, squeezing Remus' hand. "I don't think so, but it would be interesting. I’m wondering what the odds are of someone who thinks they're not allergic to anything trying every edible plant and finding out they're allergic to one of the plants they'd never tried before..." Logan wondered aloud.
ROMAN
Roman nods. "Yeah- we can move slowly though, so we don't hurt you anymore." he tells him softly, not caring if he himself got hurt. He moves from Patton to slowly stand, reaching out his good hand to help him up and off of the floor. Remus nods at what Virgil says. "Yeah... we should definitely go on a real date as soon as we can- I gotta wine and dine you before I get in your pants! Everyone knows that's just good etiquette." he says with a grin. "VeeVee- you dating me is paying me back, I don't need anything else from you. Or- I can give you money as an early Christmas gift! So that it'll be your money!" Remus says, proud of himself at that idea. "And I'd love to help you shop and come up with stuff. And I'm sure that the 5 of us together can pull it off." Remus says with a smile. Janus thinks. "That's a really good question- maybe one day someone'll figure it out?"
PATTON
Patton watched as Roman moved to stand up, hesitating a moment. "I'm not gonna hurt your arm, am I?" he asked nervously. He knew it was Roman's good arm that was extended out to him, but he still didn't want to risk hurting Roman. Virgil laughed at Remus' comment. "I gotta admit, it does sound really nice to get to go on a date with you... I love our friends, but I definitely need more quality Remus time in my life." he said with a smile on his face. He shook his head a bit. "No, I'm not dating you for your money... and it feels wrong to just... take it without having worked for it, my dad would flip his lid if he knew I was even thinking about taking money I didn't do anything to earn. It'd be different if there was like... a job you needed done and I was paid to do that job..." he said. "There's a lot of names and faces to remember, I'm nervous I'm gonna end up getting someone the wrong thing just because I'll accidentally mix up my nieces and nephews or something." he admitted with a small laugh. "Perhaps... then again, 70,000 plant species are utilized for medicine, so who knows how that would factor in." Logan commented. He wasn't shaking his hands anymore, and he seemed to have successfully forgotten about all the stress that was going on inside of Virgil's house.
ROMAN
Roman shakes his head, appreciating Patton's worry for his well-being. "Of course not, I'll be fine, please don't worry about me, okay Pat?" he says softly. Remus smiles at Virgil's statement, snuggling closer to him. "You can have all the quality Remus time that you want." he tells Virgil with a smile. "And you aren't dating me for my money, the fact that you're protesting so hard means it's okay for you to take it! And you're literally a knight, VeeVee! Everyone knows that y'all are extremely underpaid." Remus says. "I'm sure you'll do great, Virgey! And I can help you keep track of them." he says with a little smile. Janus nods, lad that Logan seemed to be okay. But he didn't want to go back yet. "Really? That's a lot."
PATTON
Patton nodded a bit before taking Roman's hand, preparing himself for the inevitable pain before using Roman's help to stand up, wincing as his other hand went to his rib cage. It always seemed to die down fairly quickly, but if he moved wrong or stood up or sat down or laid down it was becoming pretty expected despite the fact that he never felt ready for it. Virgil smiled more. "Good." he said happily, scooting closer to Remus. "Well, technically I'm still in training, but you're right... Knights are extremely underpaid." he said with a small nod. "My niece is going to flip when she finds out I'm dating you... she's really into the whole, princess/prince thing so she's definitely gonna try to steal you from me. I'm not exactly worried about her succeeding because she's like... seven, but still, she'll probably try to kick my ass to get you for herself." he said with a small laugh. Logan nodded. "Half of the medications prescribed here have plant origins, most of which come from of the rainforest even though only one percent of rainforest plants have been studied for medicinal potential. The rainforest is basically an untapped resource that could still hold the key to medical breakthroughs." Logan said.
ROMAN
Roman helped Patton stand, worried when he saw him clutch at his rib. He walked with him back to the couch slowly, before carefully sitting down on the couch with him. Remus kisses the top of Virgil's head softly. He laughs, looking at Virgil. "Really? Oh my god- don't worry Virgey- I've got eyes only for you." he tells him softly. Although I'd love to watch her try and kick your ass." he says with a smile. Janus thinks for a second. "Wow... that's a bit crazy to think about" Janus says to Logan with a smile.
PATTON
Patton was okay, only having the pain start up again when he moved to sit on the couch. Letting out a small sigh, he leaned to rest his head on Roman. He was really starting to hate this couch. He wanted to do something. But he knew with his injuries and five over protective people in the house with him that wasn't going to happen. By the time he felt well enough for everyone to let him do anything they'd be back at the castle... which was nice too, but the cottage was much more... Patton, he liked being here, and it sucked that he wasn't going to get the chance to do anything while he was here... although, he probably wouldn't even be here now if it wasn't for his injuries, so he supposed this was about as much as he was going to get anyway, might as well appreciate it. Virgil smiled, letting out a small laugh. "Oh, don't worry, you'll definitely see me get my ass kicked by all 13 of those kids, they do it every time I'm there with them and they each have their own unique way of destroying me." he said with a slight roll of the eyes. "I was the youngest in the family before they all came along though, so I'm pretty much use to getting my ass kicked." he laughed. Logan nodded in agreement before remembering why they were on this walk in the first place. "Do you think we have to go back now?" he asked after a moment.
ROMAN
Roman curls close to Patton, closing his eyes softly and wrapping his good arm around him tightly. He's starting to fall asleep again, having not finished his nap from earlier. "Pat- is it okay if I sleep?" he asks, not knowing if Patton wants him awake or not. Remus laughs, nodding. "Don't worry VeeVee, I can protect you from the children." he tells him softly, smiling at him. Janus thinks. "We can probably stay out for another few minutes, it'll be getting dark soon anyways."
PATTON
Patton cuddled up closer to Roman. "Of course you can." Patton said with a small nod, rubbing Roman's back lightly. He wasn't sure if he should be worried about how tired Roman was, but he wanted him to get all the rest he needed. Virgil laughed. "You have no idea what you're signing up for, all 13 of those kids could destroy every single one of us, even the babies." he said laughing. Logan gave a small nod before a thought came to him. "Do you think we could stay outside after it gets dark?" he asked hopefully.
ROMAN
Roman nods tiredly, his free hand gently moving to pet Patton's hair, finding it soothing. But eventually, he falls asleep again, the hand going limp on top of Patton's head, Roman's chest steadily rising and falling. Remus giggles. "I could take 'em." he says with a smile. "Your family sounds amazing though." he tells him softly. Janus nods. "Yes, just stay close. I don't want you getting hurt or something."
PATTON
Patton relaxed, letting out a content happy hum when he felt Roman's hand in his hair. He cuddled up closer to Roman once he realized he fell asleep, closing his own eyes, though he didn't fall asleep himself. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Rems." Virgil teased, poking Remus' cheek before laughing again. "Yeah... they're... a lot, but they are pretty amazing." Virgil said with a small smile. "I'm nervous but really excited for you to meet them." he said. Logan smiled, nodding. "I will. I just like looking at the stars." he said honestly.
ROMAN
Remus gasps, lightly shoving Virgil before pulling him close again. "I'm just like- imagining you and me fighting a bunch of toddlers..." he says, before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Don't worry- I'm sure they'll adore me, between the innuendos and my general annoyingness." Janus nods, watching as the sun start to set. He sits down on a nearby rock, patting the spot next to him.
VIRGIL
Virgil smiled. "Have fun imagining it because it's going to be your reality before you know it, and those kids can be ruthless." he said with a laugh. "Please don't say anything inappropriate in front of the children because I care about you a lot but I don't have the power to keep my sister from literally ripping your balls off if you do that. She is the most chaotic... badass person I know... you're gonna love her." he said with a smile. Logan smiled, sitting himself down next to Janus. Learning about space and the planets and the stars was probably the thing he had the most interest in. If he could've chosen his own path in life he probably would grow up to be an Astronomer, but his father would never let that happen... his father didn't even know he studied up on stars and constellations in his free time, he'd absolutely lose it if he found out.
ROMAN
Remus smiles, pressing little kisses all across Virgil's face, knowing his boyfriend liked it when he did that. "I look forwards to it. And don't worry- I'm not exactly in the interest of getting castrated by your badass sister." Remus says with a smile. Janus looks up at the dark sky, and the stars he knew nothing about. "Logan? Can you tell me about the stars?" he asks him.
PATTON
Virgil's smile grew when he felt Remus kiss his face. "Good to hear it." he said with a smile before leaning in to kiss Remus himself. Logan wasn't sure what Janus wanted to know specifically, it was a loaded question he could give many answers to, but he figured he'd just go with the first thing that popped into his head. "Well, stars are black bodies, which means it's an object that absorbs 100 percent of all electromagnetic radiation that falls onto it. It's basically a perfect absorber. However, that just means a black body absorbs all the radiant energy that hits it, but doesn't forbid it from re-emitting that energy. So a star absorbs all radiation that falls on it, but it also radiates back into space much more than it absorbs. Therefore, a star is a black body that glows." Logan stated as he looked up at the sky.
ROMAN
Remus happily returns the kiss, keeping his arms around Virgil. He doesn't know what he'd do without this boy. Sure, they hadn't been dating all that long, but if anything ever happened to Virgil, Remus would be absolutely devastated. Janus listens to Logan talk, and this is what he's been looking for, something that Logan seems to want to learn about, that he seems interested in. "That's really cool, Logan." he tells him, looking up at the stars. He's thinking- maybe for Logan's birthday, they could so something astronomy themed? Or at least get him gifts like that?
PATTON
Virgil pulled away from the kiss, not really wanting to since he never wanted to stop kissing Remus, but every time he'd kissed Remus today, Remus had stopped it, and for good reason since they were in a small living space where there was a chance they might be heard by the many other people in the house, but he also just wanted to make sure he didn't do anything Remus didn't want, deciding he'd let Remus take the lead next time there was a chance that things might go any further. "So, I feel like I should tell you this now, because I know you're gonna laugh at me, not that I want you to laugh at me, but if you're going to laugh I'd rather you do it now instead of in front of my family, you know?" he said before running his hand through his hair a bit awkwardly. "If you take away my siblings spouses and kids, my whole family has names that start with V... I know, we're that family." he sighed. Logan nodded, a smile on his face. "It is." he said. He did enjoy learning, but it was so nice to learn just for the joy of learning instead of having that joy taken away because you were only allowed to learn about certain things that seemed beneficial to your future. He knew that nobody got to only learn the things they were incredibly interested in, and he was interested in learning new things in general no matter what they were, but his father did have a tendency to suck the fun out of learning by refusing to let Logan study up on anything he didn't think gave him a better chance at the future. Unfortunately, the thing he found the most exciting to learn about was something his dad didn't consider beneficial to his future.
ROMAN
Remus let Virgil pull away from the kiss, and he listens. "Oh my god- really?" he asks with a little smile. "I didn't even know there were that many names that started with V." he says with a smile. "It's okay- it's kind of cute, you know? Besides- my parents kind of did the same thing? They named us Roman and Remus." he says with a shrug. Janus thinks- maybe... maybe he could get Logan more books on the subject? Or like a chart of all the constellations? Something similar? Janus got the feeling that this wasn't something that Logan got to talk about with other people often, something he didn't often learn about. "Can you see any of the constellations tonight?" he asks, wanting to get Logan talking.
PATTON 
"Trust me, if there's a name that starts with V, my mom'll find it. Both her parents names start with V, so when she married a guy who's name also started with V she felt like it was a sign to keep it going." he said, rolling his eyes a bit. "Well, yeah, it's adorable when you have two boys and you name them with two names that start with R, when your name, and your parents names, and your husbands name and all four of your children's names start with V, and then your annoying daughter meets a guy who's name starts with V and decides to keep up the tradition with her five children, it just gets incredibly confusing." he pointed out. "Luckily, my brother's didn't do that when they got married and had kids otherwise we definitely would've run out of names. Plus a lot of the names have nicknames that start with different letters, so I call most of my family members by those if I can so that it's not completely confusing." he stated. Logan looked back up at the sky. "Well... there's the big dipper... which means..." his voice trailed off as he looked up, searching. "There's Polaris." he said finally, pointing.
ROMAN 
Remus nods. "Yeah, makes sense- but don't worry! I promise to do my very best to keep everyone's names straight." he says with a smile. "I still think it's cute though." he says with a smile, pressing a kiss to Virgil's forehead. "I bet that dinners are hectic with that many kids... when I was like ten I used to count dinner as a waste if I couldn't get Roman to fight me by the time that dessert was out." he says with a grin. Janus looks up at the stars where Logan is pointing. "That's the north star right? I only know a little bit about this sort of stuff.
PATTON 
"Honestly, I'll be impressed if you still remember my name after we go to that house." he said before smiling when Remus said he still thought it was cute and kissed his forehead. "Oh, for sure... I mean, it's not terrible during the actual dinner because food is very important in my family, but setting the table without something breaking, or trying to get everyone seated without someone arguing that someone else is in their seat, or who knows what and a fight breaking out, especially since it's not that much bigger than my house so when everyone comes over and you've got 23 people and you're trying to make room for them all at the table... my siblings and I surprised my parents with some smaller folding tables a few years back so we could set up a bunch of kids tables but... it's crowded in that room, really crowded... holidays are actually the most intense things in the world, those kids go bonkers." he said seriously. He laughed a bit. "I'm guessing you won those fights?" he asked with a smile. Logan nodded. "Yeah, there's line from the two outermost stars in the bowl of the Big Dipper that point to Polaris, and Polaris marks the tip of the handle of the Little Dipper." he said, trying his best to point it out.
ROMAN
Remus laughs, holding Virgil close. "I can imagine- one day I wanna spend a holiday with your family, it sounds like so much fun." he tells him with a smile. No rules, no expectations, no one telling you what you had to be or what you had to do- just doing whatever you want, everyone having fun and being chaotic. "I did! Well... until Roman started like fighting or whatever, he did eventually get better, now it's more even of a fight when it's without weapons. But if you put a sword in his hand, there's no question he's going to kick my ass." he tells him. Janus nods. "It's cool, I think it's really impressive that you know all this stuff about the stars. I mean you know a lot about everything, but you seem to especially like this."
PATTON 
"I know my mom hasn't even met you yet, but trust me, you're already invited to every holiday if you want to actually go." he said with a smile. "Well, I sort of assumed there were no swords at the dinner table." he teased before leaning in to give Remus another kiss. "Then again, with this group, who knows." he added when he pulled away, letting out a small laugh. Logan nodded. "I love learning in general, I like being knowledgeable. But stars are my favorite thing to study up on... my father doesn't really let me because he doesn't allow me to study up on anything that he doesn't think will make me successful in the future... well, he let's me study up just enough on every subject that it's impressive how much I know and that I can usually honestly say I know more on that subject than everyone else, because he wants me to be able to show off and for people to be impressed by my knowledge, but once I reach that point if it's not something he thinks will make me successful as an adult, he makes me stop and focus on more important things, and unfortunately, learning about stars and space and all that is not something my father considers 'bettering my future' so, I'm not allowed to continue learning about it." he said with a small shrug.
ROMAN
Remus beams at that. "I gratefully accept- I don't know if she'll like me all that much though. Hopefully." he says. "I should start bringing my Morningstar to the dinner table!" he says with a lopsided grin. "VeeVee how fun would that be!?" he asks excitedly. "And I could take Roman by surprise, hit him the head or something!" he says excitedly. Janus frowns a bit at that. "Really? He doesn't just.. let you learn about what you want?" he asks. That seems... a bit controlling, in Janus's opinion, thinking as he idly plays with a coin from his pocket.
PATTON
"She's gonna love you, trust me." Virgil said with a smile. "I mean, as long as nothing distracts you from the food itself, because like I said, food is the most important thing. Seriously, my parents still think I only have anxiety because I don't eat enough and if I'd just eat I'd feel better." he said with a small laugh. He laughed a bit more, shaking his head. "No weapons at the table. Or hitting Roman in the head." he said with a laugh, kissing Remus again. Logan shook his head. "No, he doesn't let me do anything that could be potentially distracting. That's why he adopted me. I mean, he adopted me because it was impossible to have me otherwise because love is a distraction from more important things, but he wanted to prove he knew the best way to raise a child who would grow up to be a successful adult. He's only let me stay at the castle for this long because I told him Roman and Remus asked me to tutor them to improve upon their own intelligence and he likes the idea of me having reached a point where I can teach others, especially people older than me." So maybe there were rare exceptions to Logan being bad at lying. He certainly was capable if it got him a break from his dad.
ROMAN
Remus thinks. "Hmm- I wish that food could solve all of my problems with just food." he says with a little smile. He kissed back, abut a small pout forms on his lips. "Virgey! Why can't I hit him in the head?" he asks, frowning. "His head is so hittable!" he complains to him, burying his face into the crook of Virgil's neck, pulling him closer. Janus looks at Logan. "That- doesn't seem completely healthy. If you're only ever doing things to prepare for your future, and you're only ever learning, and not doing anything... fun that leaves you no time for living in the present." he mutters, mostly to himself.
PATTON
"According to my mom, food could absolutely solve all your problems." he let out a small laugh when Remus pouted at him about not getting to hit Roman in the head. He poked Remus' cheek lightly, laughing more when he felt Remus bury his face in his neck. "Awww, you wanna eat until you feel better?" he joked, smiling a bit more as he ran his hand through Remus' hair. "Other than when I'm with Remus and Roman, I've only ever done things to prepare for my future. The present isn't important... the future's what's important." Logan said, sounding as though he were mimicking something he'd been told and not actually giving his own opinion. "I can't get distracted by friendships or relationships or subjects and topics that aren't impressive, then how would people know my father raised the most intellectually impressive child?"
ROMAN
Remus leans into the hand in his hair, looking at Virgil. "Only thing I wanna eat right now is you, sugar- but I can't exactly do that, so I think I'll pass for now." he says with a little smirk against Virgil's neck. Janus looks at Logan. "You can't honestly believe that, Logan. That's a lie if I've ever heard one. You're a kid, Lo. You need to do things that kids do, you can't spend your entire life preparing for something." Janus tells him. "I mean, look at me. I did absolutely no preparation, and now I hold one of the most powerful positions in the whole country." he tells him with a shrug.
PATTON 
Virgil blushed at Remus' response. "Ugh, why does everyone have to be in the next room when you say stuff like that?" he groaned, now he was the one who was pouting. Logan furrowed his brow in confusion. This wasn't what he was use to being told... so why did it make so much more sense? "I'm not lying, I'm repeating what I've always been told." Logan corrected. "Well, that's true, I'd never realized that. But what is childhood if not a time to prepare for adulthood? I know I'm a bit of a disappointment to my father, since I've yet to learn how to hold other's attention like he can. I'm ignored a lot, and people don't always want to listen to what I have to say like they do when my father talks, but I'm trying to get better at it, and I must be doing something right because you listen to me." he smiled a bit. 
"My father's taught me how to get rid of all my feelings so they're not a distraction, I don't have friends or allow myself to develop crushes so I'm always focused... I suppose I did lie so I could spend time with Roman and Remus... and family could certainly be categorized as a distraction... I suppose I shouldn't have done that." his voice trailed off slightly. He really did love and look up to his cousins, he'd just wanted to spend some time with them. "But over all, I think I've done a very good job of being intelligent enough that people are impressed with my father, and want me around." he said. "After all, that's why I'm part of this group even though I'm so much younger, I'm the smart one. My brain helped us find Patton. That's why it's good to have me around." he stated. "But I don't know what other kids do... I've never gotten to do any of that, so I can't really weigh in on if I should or shouldn't be doing it instead of what I'm actually doing. I can't form an opinion on something I know nothing about."
ROMAN
Remus chuckles softly, holding Virgil close to himself. "Don't worry- a little waiting never hurt anyone, right?" he asks with a little giggle. "Don't worry Virgey- I'll have you all to myself soon enough." he tells him softly. Janus looks at Logan. "Logan, no. Just because you're told something doesn't mean it's true. Just because parents have their intentions in the right place, that doesn't mean that their methods are the correct ones. Logan- yes, you were a bit ignored- because we were all kind of shitty to you, and that was on all of us, and we're doing our best to listen to you again. " he tells him. "Logan- you can't just... close yourself off from everyone and everything. Yes, preparing to your future is good... to an extent. You need to take time to have friends, and do things that you enjoy. You can't just... do work all of the time, and never do anything that you enjoy. ANd- we don't just keep you around because you're smart, Logan." he tells him. "We like being around you, we enjoy when you're here." he tells him. "/I/ enjoy when you're here. Yes, you're smart- but you're also fun to be around, and you have good opinions- we all care about you, Lo." he says softly. "Stuff like- the magic tricks. That's more up the alley of most kids. And you seemed to like that, didn't you?"
PATTON
"You have no proof of that." Virgil joked before laughing a bit. He cuddled up a bit closer to Remus. "I love this house but it will be really nice to have some actual alone time with you where I don't have to worry about someone bursting through the door." he said. Logan wasn't really sure what to say. "But... I don't know how to do that." he said softly. He had no idea how to make friends or do things normal kids did or even just... be himself. He wasn't even sure who that was. All he knew was what'd he'd grown up with, studying, being the smartest person in the room, focusing more on preparing for the future than on doing things that he enjoyed. It sounded amazing to be able to just... be... but he had no idea how to go about it, it was overwhelming to think about because he had no idea where to start. When Janus stated that the group cared about him, he chewed his lip thoughtfully. He cared about them too, of course he did, but he'd never really thought about them caring back, it was sort of nice to hear. When Janus reminded him that he liked the magic tricks, and that was closer to what most kids liked, he blinked. "Really?" he asked, surprised he'd managed to find an interest that other kids might also like.
ROMAN
Remus nods, chuckling softly. He yawns a bit, curling close to Virgil. "Yeah- don't worry- I pinky promise it'll be worth the wait." he says with a smile. "Logan- even if you don't know, give a start by just... doing the things that you enjoy." Janus tells him. "Or we can do things that regular kids do, and try to find which of those activities you like. And the magic? Tons of kids get obsessed with it, and the jam? There's lots of kids who also get stuck on liking one particular food."
PATTON
Virgil let himself play with Remus' hair a bit. "I know." he said softly, smiling a bit more. Logan furrowed his brow a bit. It was difficult sometimes to tell the difference between things he actually enjoyed and things that he just thought he enjoyed because he was told he was suppose to. "That could work." Logan said when Janus suggested they try some things that regular kids did and try to find the activities that Logan liked. When Janus also pointed out that tons of kids were obsessed with magic, or who got stuck on liking a particular food, he pursed his lips in thought. "Hm, I never realized I had that much in common with kids."
ROMAN
Remus leans into the hand in his hair- it always calmed him, helped him relax. He ended up falling asleep like that, snoring softly. Janus nods, giving Logan a smile. "I mean, you are a kid, so that's to be expected." he says with a little smile. "But I do think you should give things a try- just for fun." he says, before glancing at his watch. "We should probably head back." he says.
PATTON
Virgil smiled a bit when he realized Remus had fallen asleep, cuddling up closer to him and continuing to play with his hair gently. "I don't think I've ever tried anything just for fun before... it sounds interesting." he said with a small nod before looking up at the sky one more time, then giving Janus a nod. "You're right... we probably missed dinner, if they even had it, they might not have, Virgil did make everyone a pretty big lunch..." he said, he wouldn't have been surprised if everyone was too full to have a large dinner after the meal Virgil prepared earlier in the day.
ROMAN
Janus nods. "If you're hungry, I can try and find you a snack?" he offers to Logan, as he walks with him back to the house, starting to walk back to the house, glancing at Logan. He was glad that he could at least convince Logan to at least try some things normal kids did.
PATTON
Logan tended to forget he still was a kid since he never actually got to act like one. It was surprisingly nice to have the reminder. "I'm okay, thank you." Logan said at the offer, though he was sure Virgil probably had tons of great snacks in that kitchen that Janus could find if he wanted something. When they got back to the house, Logan kept quiet when he saw Patton and Roman on the couch, not realizing that Patton was actually still awake... he didn't see Virgil and Remus, so he assumed they were in Virgil's room asleep as well, so he didn't want to be too loud and wake anybody up.
ROMAN
Janus nods, walking inside of the little cottage, getting into the living room. Janus moves to go and curl up on his little chair in the corner of the room. "Goodnight, Logan." he tells him quietly, curling up under a blanket and starting to fall asleep.
PATTON 
Logan climbed onto his own chair, taking a moment to get comfortable. "Goodnight." he said back, falling asleep pretty quickly. Patton eventually managed to fall asleep, though he moved around a lot in his sleep. Luckily, his nightmares weren't bad enough to wake him up like they sometimes were, but they were enough to make him pretty restless throughout the night. The frustrating thing was that he couldn't remember what any of them were actually about when he woke up in the morning. He seemed to be the first one up. Setting down the stuffed cat he was still clinging to next to Roman so he wouldn't be in the bed alone, he headed into the bathroom. When he came out he thought about just going back to the pull out and trying to get in a few more hours of sleep, but this could be his opportunity to actually do something instead of sitting on that couch, so he headed to the back door, smiling when he saw Virgil's backyard. There was a small garden with flowers and veggies and some trees that were growing apples and a big patch of grass that was just so pretty. 
This was exactly what Patton needed, fresh air and to sit somewhere other than that freaking couch. Logan woke up next, noticing even despite the fact that Logan was never really 'awake' when he first woke up that Patton wasn't there. Bringing his blankets with him, he went to look for him, checking outside and finding him in the backyard. "What are you doing?" Logan asked sleepily. "I just wanted to be outside for a little while." Patton admitted. "I see. Want me to sit out here with you?" Logan offered through a yawn. "If you want to, that'd be really nice, yeah." Patton said happily. Logan put one of the blankets down on the ground, helping Patton sit down before sitting himself. They talked for a while about various things, as much as Logan could contribute to a conversation when he was as sleepy as he was, before he got up and grabbed a few flowers that he didn't think Virgil would mind them picking, laying down on the blanket next to where Patton was sitting and cuddling up under the second blanket as Patton used the flowers to start working on a flower crown. "I love being at Virgil's... the castle is beautiful, but it's so stressful. There's so many expectations for who I'm suppose to be, and Roman and I can't even decorate our room the way we want to.”
“This whole... cottage thing is much more me..." Patton said, Logan giving a small nod. "I like it here better than my home too. No dad's telling me I can't have fun at Virgil's house." Logan yawned. "I wish I could enjoy it more while I'm actually here, but I just keep ending up on that couch, which... I get it, everyone's worried because I'm injured, but it gets boring sitting in one spot all day. I don't mind sitting there with Roman while he's napping and recovering because I like helping him feel better, but when I can tell I'm only sitting there because people think I need to just... sit still, it gets really boring." Patton said. "I can understand that. Maybe we can all do something more fun today... maybe not climbing on the roof with Remus stuff, but like... board games? Or card games? We could play them out here. Maybe have a picnic so we're out of the house longer." Logan suggested tiredly. "I love the way your mind works, Lo." Patton said happily. "I'm a sleepy genius." Logan mumbled tiredly as he closed his eyes again, barely awake.
ROMAN
Roman slept for a while longer, he really needed the rest, but eventually, he had to wake up. The first thing that he notices was that the bed was cold, and he was cold- which led him to noticing that the only other thing in the bed was the stuffed cat- which led him to his third and final conclusion of the morning. "Patton?!" he calls frantically, seeing as his husband wasn't currently here with him. "Where'd he go- Logan?" he says, looking for the little nerd, but not being able to find him as well. Shit. "Janus- Janus get up!" Roman says, sleepily stumbling out of bed. "What?" Janus asks, tired. "What is it Roman?" Roman looks at him, panicking. "Do you know where Patton and Logan are?" he asks him, panicking. Janus shakes his head, looking around, then getting nervous as well. "Don't move- you'll hurt your arm. I'll look." he says, and he goes to check the house. Roman promptly ignores him, going to look around the house, not finding the two of them. Remus, being a light sleeper, hears all the noise they're making, and shifts in bed, whining quietly at having been woken up.
PATTON
Virgil was more aware of Remus' whining than the other sounds in the house at first, cuddling up closer to Remus as he desperately tried to stay asleep instead of waking up. But he could hear noise coming from the other room, and he sighed, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest. When the noise didn't stop, he gave up, lifting his head and running a hand through his messy bedhead as he finally opened his eyes. "What the heck are they doing out there?" he grumbled tiredly before forcing himself out of bed, using his crutches to get to the bedroom door. "What's going on out here? It's too early for this..." Virgil yawned as he rubbed his eyes.
ROMAN
Remus pouts when Virgil get out of bed, trying to pull him back, before eventually following him out of bed. "VeeVee wait!" he pouts, following after him, only to be met with the sight of a frantic Roman and a nervous-looking Janus. "They're gone! I woke up- and then Patton and Logan weren't here!" Roman says to Virgil, clearly very anxious and looking about ready to break down. Janus was just barely keeping his composure- he was very close to just using a spell to track Logan.
PATTON
Virgil furrowed his brow. "What do you mean they're gone? They can't be gone... the doors are locked, there's no way anyone could get in here." Virgil said, but it was a small house and looking around he didn't actually see them anywhere. Trying not to panic, he looked back at Remus a moment before checking the bathroom, the pantry, and a few closets, not sure why they'd be in any of those places but where could they be? "They wouldn't have left, right? I mean where would they even go? Nobody could've broken in and grabbed them with Roman and Janus right there, they would've heard something, they would've woken up." Virgil said, trying not to panic but his breathing was getting a little fast because this time they hadn't just lost Patton, they'd lost Logan too... they were in charge of the kid and they lost him, how was that possible?!
ROMAN 
Janus was worriedly wringing his hands. "Logan!?" he calls, running through the house again. Roman looks around as well, starting to lose it. Had Patton been taken again? Was he going to get hurt? This was all Roman's fault, wasn't it? Remus gently squeezes Virgil's hand, trying to calm him down. "Have you guys check outside?" he says hesitantly.
PATTON
Virgil blinked at Remus' suggestion. "The backyard!" he responded quickly, rushing over to the window and letting out the biggest, loudest sigh of relief he'd ever released in his life. "They're in the backyard!" he called out so Janus and Roman would stop running around the house and freaking out, Virgil laying himself down on the pull out and pulling a pillow over his face as his crutches hit the floor. "Oh, those two are gonna kill me... I swear to God, the whole lot of you are trying to kill me, you want me to have an anxiety attack so bad that it physically kills me, this is the exact reason I say no when my siblings ask me to babysit because children don't stay PUT!" Virgil rambled into the pillow before groaning loudly, seeming to forget that he and Patton were the exact same age. Thank God for Remus, perhaps checking the backyard should've been the obvious choice but he'd been too panicked to think of it himself. Seriously... thank God for Remus.
ROMAN
Remus chuckles softly, sitting down on the pull-out with Virgil. "You okay there Vee?" he asks him, looking over at the other and giving him a little smile, reaching out to take his hand. Roman and Janus both stop, immediately running to the back door, Roman pushing it open to see... Logan and Patton. He let out a sigh of relief, and Janus unclenches his hand, and they both relax. "Patton! You almost gave me a heart attack," Roman says worriedly, still fretting a little bit as he went over to the other. Janus looks at sleepy Logan on the blanket, and he gives a small smile. "Lo? Next time you wanna nap outside, let us know before you go, okay?" he asks.
PATTON
Virgil kept the pillow over his face as he laid down on the pull out, groaning. "No, I'm dying. They've all finally done me in." he said dramatically, reaching for Remus' hand but taking a few tries to grab it because he couldn't see where it was with the pillow over his face. "I'm stressed... I need a vacation. A normal one where no one goes missing or hides in my backyard." he whined. Patton was still working on the flower crown, talking to Logan who was mostly just humming out sleepy responses by this point. "I have to admit, sleeping with your stuffed cat the other night was really comfy." Logan admitted, despite the fact that he'd never admit that if he were more awake. "We can get you a stuffed animal too, Logan, and you're more than welcome to borrow the cat any time until you have your own if you don't want to wait... you could help me name him too, I haven't done that yet." Patton said before he heard the door swing open. 
He wanted to smile upon seeing Roman, but the looks on Roman and Janus' faces confused him, and he found himself furrowing his brow instead, especially at what Roman said. "Why? What happened?" he asked innocently, not understanding why everyone seemed so worked up. Was it not okay for them to be outside? No, that couldn't be it, why couldn't they hang out in Virgil's backyard? Had he missed something in the house? Logan opened his eyes, rubbing them before looking up at Janus. "I'm not napping, I'm watching Patton for you and Roman and Virgil and Remus... he's sick of sitting on the couch, he wanted to be outside, so I came out to watch him so you all could sleep." Logan explained tiredly, cuddling under the blanket more.
ROMAN 
"I'm sure they haven't done you in, you look alive to me!" he says brightly. Remus smiles a bit, nodding. "Yeah, of course, VeeVee- as soon as we get this all dealt with, we can go somewhere nice- I think that my family owns a nice house by the beaches down south? So we could go there- hell, we could go anywhere in the world that you want, okay?" he says with a little smile. Remus just desperately wanted to spoil Virgil okay- Roman looks at Patton, cutting himself off. "It's nothing- okay darling? I just got nervous because I woke up and I didn't know where you were." he tells him. Janus looks at Logan. "Okay- still, please let us know. We thought the two of you went missing." he says.
PATTON
"Nope, dead, you're talking to my ghost." Virgil mumbled from under the pillow before finally pulling it off his face and all but glomming onto his boyfriend. He would've literally laid on top of him if Remus were laying down so he could bury his face in his chest and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. "That sounds too good to be true... what's gonna go wrong?" Virgil asked suspiciously, his voice muffled by Remus' shirt. Going away somewhere, anywhere, with Remus sounded like the most amazing thing in the whole world. He'd go right now if he could. It sounded incredible. Patton tilted his head, confusion all over his face. "How many places could I be?" he really didn't get it, it was a small house, he just assumed if anyone woke up before they came back in they'd check the backyard. He couldn't think of any reason for the two of them to have caused any sort of panic, or... he couldn't remember any reason. He frowned a bit, unable to help but feel like he'd done something wrong, even if he couldn't figure out what it was. But Roman seemed upset, and he didn't like thinking he'd done something to make Roman upset. "Mmmkay." Logan hummed. "I meant sick figuratively, by the way. I can't remember if I made that clear or not... well, maybe I meant it literally, I didn't feel his forehead to see if the spider bite resulted in the fever side effect." Logan rambled before looking at Patton a moment, then back at Janus. "Why'd you think that?" he asked innocently.
ROMAN
Remus wraps his arms around Virgil firmly. "Nothing will go wrong, babes! No catch, nothing. Just you and me and some to be decided location!" he says with a smile. He holds Virgil close to himself, happy to have him in his arms. Roman shakes his head. "Don't worry about it- it just slipped our minds to check the backyard." he tells him, trying to be nonchalant. Janus shakes his head at Patton's question. "Nothing to worry about, Pat. We were just exaggerating, not thinking clearly from sleep." he explains to him.
PATTON 
Virgil moved as close to his boyfriend as physically possible, he would've fused the two of them into one person if it were possible. "Promise?" he mumbled into Remus' shirt. "Oh." Patton said, not totally convinced, but deciding it might be better not to push it. Logan yawned, closing his eyes again when the conversation seemed to steer its way to Patton instead of him. "Sorry, we didn't mean to freak everybody out, we can come back inside if you all want to go back to sleep and don't want us out here." Patton offered. He really didn't want to go back to just sitting on that couch, but he'd do it if it meant not upsetting the others, especially Roman.
ROMAN
Remus smiles at that, leaning to kiss the top of his head gently. "I promise." he tells him, laying down with him and holding him close. He kisses his temple gently as he lays with him. Roman shakes his head. "No- it's okay, you can stay out here. It's fine if you don't want to be cooped up in the house." he says, moving closer. "Do you mind if I stay out here with you?" he asks him softly. Janus looks over at Logan. "Are you going to sleep out here? Or are you more comfortable inside?" he asks.
PATTON
Virgil scooted closer so he was laying on top of Remus, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest completely as he held onto him. He pulled his hood over his head to hide himself completely, closing his eyes and relaxing now that he'd found himself in this specific position, especially since Remus had his arms around him and was kissing his temples and the top of his head. "Thank you." he said softly. Patton smiled, happy that he didn't have to go back to that couch, but his smile grew when Roman asked if he could stay out here with him. "Yeah! Can I put this on you? I wanna check to see if I made it big enough." he said as he held up the flower crown he'd been working on. "No, 'm not sleeping, 'm watching Patton." Logan corrected, clearly half asleep.
ROMAN
Remus can't help the small giggles that escapes him at Virgil's actions, he moves so that he's slowly tracing patterns on Virgil's back, hopefully Virgil wasn't paying too much attention to what it was specifically, otherwise he'd find that Remus was writing out some pretty vulgar things- but Remus was content to hold Virgil in his arms until the next crazy thing inevitable happened. "There's nothing to thank me for." he whispers to him quietly. Roman nods to Patton, smiling at him and sitting down on the blanket next to him, leaning down so Patton could put the flower crown on his head. Janus laughs quietly, before going inside to grab a pillow, bringing it out and tossing it to Logan. "Here's a pillow for while you watch Patton." he says with a smile.
PATTON
Virgil was pretty sure that laying on top of Remus like this might be his new favorite thing to do, other than playing with Remus' hair, of course. "You're very comfortable." he mumbled out sleepily after a moment, letting out a soft hum when he felt Remus tracing patterns on his back, too relaxed to focus on trying to figure out if they were anything specific or just random patterns. It felt far too good for him to care either way. Patton placed the flower crown on Roman's head, tilting his head slightly in thought, smiling at the sight of Roman in a flower crown, but it could be improved upon. "I just need to make it a little bigger." he said, taking it back. "Do you know how to make these?" he asked Roman curiously as he continued working on it. Logan took the pillow, cuddling it like it was a stuffed animal as oppose to using it like an actual pillow. "Thank you." he said tiredly.
ROMAN
Remus smiles at Virgil's statement. "Thank you VeeVee- you're very nice to hold." he tells him in return, continuing to trace the patterns. He occasionally leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Virgil's head, but for the most part, he just let him relax. Roman smiles, nodding a bit as he took it back, then shaking his head. "No- I've never made them before." he says to him, watching him work on it. Janus gives Logan a small smile. "Do you want me to start making breakfast?" he asks him.
PATTON
Virgil couldn't help but fall back asleep, he hadn't been ready to wake up just yet before all the chaos, and Remus was so comfy, and he smelled nice, and he kept kissing him and rubbing his back and how could he not feel all safe and content and relaxed when Remus was there like that? "I have extra flowers, I can teach you... when we're done, you can have this one and I can have the one you make." Patton said with a smile. He wasn't really as good at explaining things as Logan was, but hopefully just showing Roman what he was doing would be enough. "Mmkay." Logan hummed tiredly.
TO BE CONTINUED
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i’m kind of having a panic attack about school starting tomorrow so i am just trying to distract myself feel free to ignore me
(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? 
closed 
(2) Do You Have Freckles? 
i used to have a lot as a kid but they kinda went away but you can still sorta see them. when i’m out in the sun a lot though they come out and it makes me so happy i wish they would stay like that
(3) Can You Whistle? 
not very well
(4) Last Song You Listened To. 
Most Girls by Hailee Steinfeld, honestly this song is such a bop n it makes me !!!!!!!
(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour? 
cerulean blue and yellow
(6) Relationship Status. 
taken !!
(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now? 
78F !! it’s nice n cool, thanks Harvey
(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky? 
probably
(9) How Many Followers? 
3,933
(10) Zodiac Sign. 
aries
(11) What Is Your Eye Colour? 
green
(12) Take A Vitamin Daily? 
no
(13) Do You Sing In The Shower? 
no but i dance sometimes lol
(14) What Books Are You Reading? 
furiously happy by jenny lawson lmao i keep forgetting im reading it though so i haven’t gotten very far
(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14. 
“Sometimes she wondered if the shape of his eyes effected how he saw things” - this sounds bad out of context
(16) Favourite Anime?
rwby
(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? 
caitlin
(18) Do You Collect Anything? 
hats, i used to collect stuffed animals, bouncy balls and littlest petshops when i was a kid though lmao
(19) What Did You Have For Lunch? 
chicken bites from whataburger
(20) Do You Dance In The Car? 
definitely
(21) Favourite Animal?
i like grizzly bears and bunnies
(22) Do You Watch The Olympics? 
yes my family and i get into them usually
(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? 
lately like 1:30 AM but hopefully earlier tonight since i have school in the morning lmao kms
(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now? 
yeah i need to take this shit off i am ready for beddd
(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean? 
pool
(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog? 
slimetony
(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water? 
bottled
(28) What Makes You Happy? 
i’ve been really into watching slam poetry videos lately
(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now. 
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(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? 
depends on my mood but usually without or if it’s chill songs that i’ve heard one million times before so i can just tune em out
(31) Dogs Or Cats? 
dogs
(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? 
a bright obnoxious yellow
(33) PlayStation Or Xbox. 
xbox
(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? 
yeah i’d swim in both, i enjoy lakes a lil more than the ocean though
(35) Do You Believe In Magic? 
no
(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing? 
a light gray sweater
(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? 
no but i can make it do that clover thing
(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? 
save unless i’m really sad and have free time bc in that case i buy myself $70 of new clothes to make myself temporarily feel better
(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? 
a coloring book w a pink cover
(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? 
wouldn’t say obsession but i’ve been really into blackbear’s music, the my favorite murder podcast, videos of people exploring abandoned places and hi-chew candies lately
(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? 
yes i caught a monarch one time when i was little and i accidentally touched its wing and my mom told me if i touch their wings they could die and i cried about it
(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? 
yeah lol i try not to be but i definitely have no idea how to be my own person at all whatsoever. no clue who i am
(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? 
i had one where i was shot in the back of my workplace and died kinda recently and it really freaked me out bc i’ve never had a dream that i died in so i’ve been doin a lot of research about the meaning of dreams lately lmao
(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes? 
i enjoy airports and being on planes but not after the initial excitement is over and then you have to wait for like 5 hours 
(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. 
i cried like a baby when i watched hachiko
(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? 
sunflower seeds for sure
(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? 
blackbear
(48) Are You A Picky Eater? 
nah i don’t think i’m that picky, i will try just about everything
(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? 
i want to say no but i have slept through a fire alarm before so idk. it takes me forever to fall asleep though it’s the worst
(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? 
not at all
(51) Do You Like To Read / Write? 
i love writing even though i don’t think i’m all that good and i used to love to read but now i just have depression
(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? 
yes unless i’m feelin overwhelmed then i like a nice soft playlist of chill music. i’m listening to the lumineers’ cleopatra album real softly right now and it’s so nice
(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? 
i’m bad at both but probably carve a pumpkin
(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up? 
destroyer // saint motel
(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)
summer
(56) What Are You Craving Right Now? 
takis lmao idk why i’ve been intensely craving those lately bc they always make me so sick but they’re sooooo good
(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. 
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nothing nsfw tonight
(58) What Is Your Gender? 
female
(59) Coffee Or Tea? 
coffee
(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? 
school hasn’t even started for me but i still had homework today lmao i finished it a few hours ago but it was a quick quiz over the syllabus for history. if you did it before the class met you got 1 point added to your overall grade at the end of the semester and i’m bad at history so you know i was all over that
(61) What Is Your Sexuality? 
bi but probably gay i really don’t know i never experimented quite enough
(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning? 
no i don’t believe in that
(63) Favourite Pokemon? 
espeon
(64) Favourite Social Media? 
instagram
(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories? 
they’re fine i just always forget to watch them or use them. i like the boomerangs though
(66) Do You Get Homesick? 
i mostly just miss having time by myself in my room to just chill
67) Are You A Virgin? 
no
(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?
idk pantene something and it smells so good
(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free? 
probably the motel, i’d feel safer
(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? 
yes
(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? 
It!!! i wanna see it with my brother realllll bad
(72) Do You Miss Your Ex? 
not oooooone bit
(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?
"look. life is bad. evryones sad. we're all gona die. but i alredy bought this inflatable boumcy castle so r u gona take ur shoes off or wat"
(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? 
i mean i wouldn’t say sexiest i think that depends on the person but i feel like brown eyes are jus like, deeper u know. i love em
(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? 
yes yes
(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate? 
some lays limon chips bc i didn’t eat enough dinner
(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone? 
flow, gin rummy (my personal fave), 1010, gardenscapes, tiny tower, tripeaks, snake vs block, ballz, adcap and this morning i downloaded dumb ways to die and roll the ball bc i am bored w the games i have and wanted to play smth else
78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not? 
i would if i knew CPR but i do not so i would try to find someone that does so i don’t waste time trying and doing it wrong
(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight? 
yeah probably but i don’t do that so much anymore
(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? 
not like stalk in the bad way but i’ve checked up on people and i’ve done some digging before
(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? 
it makes me anxious but i really like meeting new people 
(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them. 
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i just wear this one!! it’s my gf and i’s promise ring, she got em for us as our 1 year anniversary gift and i wear it every day
(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed? 
closed !!! 
(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today? 
1. i had lunch with my girlfriend 2. i picked my brother up from school and we talked shit 3. i had a full blown panic attack about school being tomorrow
(85) What Do You Wear To Bed? 
usually just underwear but if i’m cold i’ll wear a big t-shirt too
(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now. 
(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person? 
night
(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc. 
answered the phone on already but i have sooo many games bc my brother plays a lot of videogames lmao but i have an xbox 360, an xbox one, a playstation 2, and a wii and i have a ton of games for each of those that we’ve collected overtime lmao, plus some for our old PC and i also have access to everything my brother buys on steam. out of all that i only really play call of duty, LA noire, GTA V, just dance, harvest moon for wii ?? that’s it lol, i’ve been meaning to play life is strange and gone home and the wolf among us though
(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened. 
had a really bad nightmare recently that someone was robbing my workplace and killed my best friend, Caitlin and my brother in front of me and then we went on business as usual like nothing happened and it was so scarring i honestly only think about that when i think about my dreams anymore
(90) Favourite Soda Drink? 
coke
(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite? 
i like real ambient upbeat music that you’d listen to on like a road trip or smth
(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? 
jeans but only bc my favorite pair of sweats got bleach all over em and i keep forgetting to go buy some new ones
(93) How Do You Look Right Now? 
like an undercooked fish fillet
(94) Ever Had Any Suicidal Thoughts? 
oooooooo boy have i
(95) Name Something That Relaxes You. 
soft music, driving, my girlfriend when she talks real gently to me n rubs my back
(96) What Tattoo Do You Want? 
right now i am tryin to decide if i wanna get a big ol B&W half-sleeve of sunflowers on my right arm
(97) Favourite YouTuber? 
still love grace helbig a lot bc she’s funny n i have a crush on her but i’ve been binging elijah and christine so much lately
(98) Post A Picture Of Yourself. 
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this was me yesterday when i let my hair do it’s natural thing and i looked like a lion. i was into it though
(99) Do You Have Any Illnesses? 
my brain is not a good one but thas ok it happens
(100) Favourite Place To Relax? 
my room or my car
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