#gonna have to edit and post something about him later with the pet au
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*twirling my hair, kicking my feet, rolling in bed, red faced, in tears, vomit inducing, rotting in my flesh, asphyxiating with adoration*
So there's this freak of nature...
#fear me#im in a gyutaro kick and fucking damn i am HIGHLY invested rn#gonna have to edit and post something about him later with the pet au#blame. mari.#gyutaro#kny gyutaro#demon slayer gyutaro#he is the perfect most scrungliest scrunkly and i am that bitch who hypes him tf up#and will murder whoever doesnt clap before he enters a room#yes thats me sobs#gyutaro x reader#gyutaro x y/n#gyutaro x oc#gyutaro x you
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My Maribat Betrothal AU: Take Two
Okay so people like that post that is more of a train wreck produced by my sleep-deprived brain. I expanded on it and added some changes. Fair warning: Most of my ML and DC knowledge came from Maribat fics, a few episodes and the DCU movies like son of Batman. I have Mari's pov and background stuff written and it needs some editing. Anyways, enjoy <3
It is not a continuation but: @alysrose-starchild, @buginetye, @lookatthestars1, @blackroserelina, @macncheesemonster, @mochinek0
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Damian groaned.
He was not having a good day.
First, Father decided to pair him with Todd, TODD of all people, for patrol.
Second, while doing a stake-out for the warehouse near the docks which might be used as storage for criminal activity and enduring Red Hood's annoying taunts, they both were knocked out by tranquilizers and his mother's face was the last thing he had remembered seeing.
"Don't worry, little one. You are just fulfilling your duties as heir to the Demon's Head. Then, all will be perfect." She had said, just before he fully lost consciousness.
Third, he woke up to being chained up with a major headache. Taking a bearing of his surroundings, the room he was imprisoned in had two exits, an iron door and a window that had the view of his childhood home. He was dressed in wedding ensembles of the League of Shadows. Red Hood was chained up next to him as well but unlike him, still had his suit and helmet on. Glancing to the other side, he saw a raven-haired girl, chained up and dressed in the black and gold robes of a bride. She had also retained consciousness and was staring at him.
Bluebell eyes met his piercing green.
His betrothal was petite with Asian features. She had freckles dotting her button nose and rosy cheeks.
She is fragile and will break easily, he thought. Why did his mother want him to marry such a weakling?
"Savez-vous où nous sommes? (Do you know where we are?)" Her voice was sweet and trembling with fear. Her eyes were wide and seemed filled with innocence yet carrying great sadness. She was an Angel, an ordinary girl, not fit for this harsh and unforgiving world she was forcefully going to get married to.
She opened her mouth to ask another question and suddenly, she went limp, appearing to be unconscious. Damian furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did she-
A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching and the iron door opened to reveal his mother.
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Jason woke up to the sight of the Bitch Talia and Demon Spawn, face to face, glaring at each other.
Talia broke the tense silence.
"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."
"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"
Married? The Demon Spawn is getting married?!
Jason saw through his helmeted vision, a girl about Damian's age, chained up like them but not yet awake. He raised his hand and saw the shackles around his wrists. The chains were connected to the wall. He experimentally yanked the chains, drawing Talia’s attention.
“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”
“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Jason said vehemently.
"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."
Talia stood up and grabbed Ladybug’s(?) hair and yanked so that her eyes met the girl's. The girl, who unfortunately was going to be the Demon Spawn's bride, lets out a cry and starts to tear up. Jason felt anger at how she was being treated, seeing the girl as a little sister already.
"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Demon Spawn growled out. The girl starts babbling in French. From the little French Jason knows, she was begging for mercy.
“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.” Damian spat out.
"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection." Talia countered, letting go of the girl.
Miraculous? Guardian? What the hell?
"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."
The mother and son begin to bicker. Damian refusing to marry and Talia trying to change his mind.
“Yes, both have to be willing to be married but the curse placed on both of you will ensure that you will agree.”
The dark haired girl had stopped crying and started whispering in a strange language when the fight started, fiddling with the silver ring she wore. Jason saw a terrifying smile crossed the face of the girl across him that chilled him to the bones. Later, a black blur came out of her robes and went through the door. He wondered if he imagined that before he was a determined glint in her eyes.
He blinked.
Talia was choking on the chains that were previously chained to the wall and were now around her neck. Fortunately for them, Talia had closed the door after her entrance and the guards most likely to be stationed outside didn’t storm into the cell. The girl whispered something in Talia's ear, making the woman's eyes widen with what could be fear.
The experienced assassin struggled to get free and gain an upper hand on the girl but was unsuccessful, passing out from the lack of oxygen and strangely strong grip of the small girl.
What happened next was surprising. She breathed hard on her shackles which instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust.
Holy Shit! Demon Spawn's girl is magic. Jason knows his mouth was hanging open under his helmet at that realization. Damian seems to be in the same state.
Talia didn't have the keys to the locks. Being crafty like that. Bitch
"Call me Lady." she said in lightly accented English as she summoned black orbs at the tip of her hands. “Stay still.”
She then proceeds to place her hands on Jason’s shackles, turning them into nothing more than specks.
"I am Red Hood." said Jason, rubbing his wrists.
"The little shit here," as he kicked Damian's leg, " is-"
"Damian Al Ghul" she said the last name with venom. She moved on to Damian's bonds. "Son of that bitch over there, grandson of Ra's, demon heir, blah blah blah. Hold still, mon mignon. I am sure you don't want to lose a hand."
Damian stopped moving at that, due to the pet name or fear Jason couldn’t tell but by the red at the tips of his ear, it could be the former. And she used her powers to free him.
Lady somehow managed to use what remained of the chains to hog tie Talia up.
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“How do we get out?” Damian asked, inspecting the blade that he flinched from his mother.
“Hey, kit.” A nasally voice called out. “I checked out the place we are in. Like you asked. The way to the Throne room is heavily guarded and they seem to think old Ra’s the target. The Pits are guarded too but they are nothing you can’t handle.”
“What is that?” Jason shrieked.
“Thanks, Plagg, you will get that camembert danish when we get back. This is a kwami, a god of sorts and his thing is destruction so I wouldn’t insult him if I were you. He likes to go by Plagg”, answered Lady, which doesn’t clear up Jason’s confusion.
“So, Pigtails, what’s the plan?” The floating, black cat-shaped god(?) asked.
“I was thinking of destroying the Pits to give Al Ghul a middle finger and call Maman to use the Horse to get home.”
“We need Tikki to get rid of it..”
“I will just tell Maman to bring the earrings.”
Damian snorted, “That sounds like a foolish plan. You are insane and not strong enough to take on the League alone, despite having a ‘god’ of destruction at your side. This Tikki or magic earrings will destroy the Pits, many have tried. And sorry to disappoint but no horse can make it up the mountainside of Nanda Parbat.”
“Have to agree with Demon Spawn here and I rarely do that. Your plan sounds insane, Pixie. You are just one girl. Let us help, we know the League better than you. We can come up with a better one.” Jason was worried for the girl, she was crazy if she thought her plan would work.
Lady smirked, “It is a perfectly sound plan. I know what I am talking about. Despite the weak girl act, I am no Damsel in distress. After this is all over, we will split our ways and hopefully, never see each other again.”
“We can’t separate. My mother said there is a curse that will ‘make us fall in love.’” Damian said, using air quotes. “You need to come with us so we can get someone to break it.”
“Fine. But I need to do something before I am coming with you. Plagg, Claws out.”
Bright green light flashed around her and she was now dressed in a black bodysuit with green linings. It was armoured at the chest, knees and elbows. (Add whatever details you want, I can’t do it. Jacket, designs, use your imagination) Her gloves were claws-like, reminding them of Selina and there was a belt carrying some vials, pouches and throwing stars. Her hair was now longer and braided and seemed to move on its own. Cat ears were attached to her head. Her eyes were changed so the sclera were the same shade of blue as her iries and the pupils were slitted like a cat. A black domino mask framed her face. Two ten-inch daggers appeared out of thin air in her hands.
The transformed Lady did the inhuman feat of kicking the door open. The assassins stationed outside were immediately knocked out by Lady.
“Well, are you coming or not?” She called out, before running down the corridor. Jason patted his shocked brother’s shoulder, “You doing okay there, demon spawn?”
“Tch, Let’s go, Todd.” Damian replied, trying to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest.
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Welcome to the fifth installment of Beyond The Shelves!
This month’s creator spotlight is on the truly unique and amazing @mlim8. Mel has brought new life into fandom with her stunning art and comics that can make you laugh and cry. She's also the artist behind the Padfoot you can pet on the Librarian's home page (desktop) and the Moony gif on the Help Desk page. Now let's get to know this incredible artist!
Name: Mel is fine :D (she/her)
Where can people find your art?/Support you?
I'm only on Tumblr! @mlim8 (I tried getting a Twitter but I got confused so it's an account in limbo~). My Wolfstar/HP Masterlist is here (links only work on mobile)
What's your favorite thing about Remus & Sirius?
I'm a biggggg sucker for the 'childhood friends' trope. As well as pairings that scream mutual pining, but on the other hand, can be pure fluff. I like pairings where the couple can play off each other, can support each other, who might not always see eye-to-eye but have also been with the other for so long now, they know what they’re doing to make sure they still work, because in the end, they LOVE EACH OTHER. Somehow, Remus and Sirius can tick off all these different boxes and I love them for it uwu And then, there’s also just so much mystery about them in the books and therefore, so much freedom to interpret them, given how little we actually have to go on - it’s so cool to see them in an assortment of AUs, tropes, canon, non-canon fics and see them fall in love over and over and over again… So ultimately? I guess my favourite thing is that it’s so damn obvious how in love they are with one another that the Wolfstar fandom is as big as it is :)
What do you think your signature style is?
I think I’m known for fanfic comics, cute fluff, and my chibi style. You will also see a blush on my characters’ cheeks like 98.9% of the time. I can’t help it… it belongs there lol
What inspires you?
Fanfics, usually. I actually came back to drawing on tumblr because of some beautiful fanfics that I couldn’t get out of my head and needed to draw them. Afterward, it would be songs, videos, memes, conversations with friends, posts from friends, etc - it’s not difficult to take something and go “Do it again, but as Wolfstar.”
What advice would you give new artists?
I guess some obvious ones would be to practice, practice, practice. Use references and 3D models, they help so damn much. Video tutorials and other art tutorials are there to help you make things easier, there really is an endless pit of things to learn and techniques to master. Some other things that people might forget: drink water, do stretches for your wrists and neck, get up once in a while to get blood flow in your legs. But most importantly, even if you want to practice a lot, don’t forget to TAKE. BREAKS. Your body and mind will thank you.
You also don’t need anything super fancy to draw: traditional art is just as valid as any digital art (more so because you don’t have a CTRL+Z function and it drives me insane, so power to you!!). Cheaper $50 art tablets can do what you need them to, as long as you know how to use it. With art programs, there are tons of free ones that you can get your feet wet before committing to any expensive programs (I’ve used Paint Tool SAI for years in the past and I know artists that use FireAlpaca and GIMP with amazing results as well :D)
Lastly, and this is gonna be a hard one: Don’t compare yourself (or your progress) to other artists. People take years (decades??) to make art that they love and develop a style/technique that they’re proud of and it’s not worth the stress. You’re only in a competition with yourself and that’s challenging enough already!
What do you use to create your art?
I use a Wacom Bamboo Fun Pen & Touch - it was a birthday gift from waaaay back that I’ve had for a decade now :’)
For art programs, I’ve been using Clip Studio Paint for about 8 months now and I use Photoshop for stitching larger GIFs together uwu
What's a favorite piece you made and why?
Oh my God, how to decide… there’s been a ton that I’ve been proud of but my favourite (spelling with a u because I’m Canadian, eh) would be the recent Candy Heart Post I did a couple weeks back now. Just a lot of love and effort went into it, not just the art itself but trimming the song, all the editing and timing of each frame. I wanted so hard to tell a story and I think it came out the way I wanted it to :)
Pick one of your own pieces/AUs and give readers a little note about it. What inspired it? Why is it a favorite?
Okay, so this is probably an obvious one for those that have been on my blog for the last few months - but I have an AU called ‘Rembus and Hunter AU’ that is about an incubus demon, Remus, and a Demon Hunter, Sirius. The demon, affectionately called Rembus, is surprisingly sweet and adorable. In short: HE IS BABY. And when Hunter comes to the Village of Gryffindor to get rid of him, he learns that there’s more to demons than he’s known through the church and his family.
It’s just a really stupidly cute AU, despite the premise, and I’m so excited to share their story with everyone (one day, haha I’m a slow artist -)! Here’s Part 0 (the info card), if anyone is interested :)
It was created when I came upon an outfit ( similar to what Rembus wears) and thought “Okay, but Incubus!Remus.” - and that’s it. That’s usually how my AUs come about. The smallest inspiration and I spiral out of control with a backstory. This AU was fleshed out a lot with the help of Whippy, who was great to bounce all these ridiculous ideas off of lol
Make sure to check back later today for a list of works and recs from Mel herself!
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Soulmate AU Pt.7
Summary: When you turn 18 you get the name of a song on your wrist. That is the song you and your soulmate share. It is also how you can communicate with them.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: swearing, implied smut (I suck at writing smut so this is for the best), talk of abduction, a little bit of Bucky's trauma, pet names, Sad!Bucky, think that's it.
A/n:Sorry that this chapter is so short I am camping this week and wanted you guys to have a new part out. So I finished this before camping, I'll be logging off for the week I have a few things queued but not much. Sorry I will be back next week with my regularly scheduled post. Not edited, Charaters not my own (Marvel don't sue me) Gif not my own.
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The next morning you woke up to find James still in bed with you. You figured he’d already be up but apparently he wasn’t a morning person either. Last night was amazing you had shown him where you grew up. He seemed so entranced by everything. Maybe it was the fact that you were talking a mile a minute or he was just happy to be there with you.
Honestly, he seemed like a great guy. He hadn’t pushed you into anything last night which you know from your own shitty experiences can happen. Most of the men and women you dated tended to have an expectancy. That if you were laying down in their bed or even laying down in your bed that something was going to happen. But James didn’t seem to be like that. You were grateful.
Yes, you were soulmates. Yes, you were “made for each other” but you wanted to take it slow until you couldn’t handle slow anymore. You wanted to build a relationship first not just jump straight in. He may be your soulmate but you’ve heard of instances where soulmates moved too fast and ended up hating each other. You didn’t want that. You want a best friend, someone you could depend on.
You felt the figure stir beside you pulling you out of your thoughts. “Mornin’ doll. You sleep well?” His morning voice was beautiful. It was just the right amount of gravely to the deep tone. This man had you just swooning at his voice.
“Ya I slept great what about you handsome?” You said placing a hand on his shoulder as you snuggled closer to him.
“It was one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a while. So,” he paused looking down and chewing on his bottom lip. “My arm.”
“What do you mean your arm?” you pulled back to look at him.
“It’s- well it's metal,” he stuttered. Scared that you would reject him. Push him away maybe if you hadn’t already connected the dots. See that he was a terrible person.
“So. Listen, James,” the way you said his name made butterflies rupture in his stomach. “I can’t change it. I know about your past but everyone is so much more than their past. If we lived in the past we wouldn’t go anywhere. So as long as you don’t judge me on my past I won’t judge you on yours. We all have a story but each day we have a blank page. That story may be filled with unknown horrors but the fact that you are here and can share those horrors if you so choose is proof enough that you are a strong and capable man.”
"But if you know my past you know I killed hundreds. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone better. Someone who is broken. Some who can gi-"
"Stop. If the universe put us together it must have a reason. It must have a reason and this is not me rationalizing this. I want to be with you. You were brainwashed those terrible acts the other guy did was not your fault. You are enough for me. You are more than enough for me. Last night you followed me around my childhood home where I talked a mile a minute and you were probably bored out of your mind but you sat and listened. I talk too much, I ramble but you sat and listened to me. Listen James I know your past from the media, but I want to know your past. I want to get to know the real you. Not the one the media portrays, not the one you probably put on when you go to your therapist, the real you,” you rambled on.
His arms jut out to grab your face. Grabbing it he pulls you close you instinctively close your eyes then he hesitates you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face as he asks “Can I kiss you?”
You open your eyes. Stare into his beautiful blues for a second almost getting lost in them but manage to answer him. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
After hearing your response his face lightens you ca. See the glint in his eyes as he once again pulls you close and kisses you. Your eyes flutter shut. The kiss is soft. His lips are dry and cracked a bit but you don’t mind. It's sweet and way too short for your liking. When he pulls away you allow him and yourself to have a breath before you pull him once again.
He chuckles into the kiss. He pulls away once again and you whine. “We gotta get up doll. ‘M gonna make you the very best breakfast,” he gets up and starts to pull a shirt on. You didn’t even realize he was shirtless.
Pouting you quip “The best breakfast you could give me is if you stay in bed.”
That seems to pique his interest as he dives right back into the covers and begins kissing you once again. Let’s just say you and him had a full meal.
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You must have fallen asleep again because by the time you looked over at the alarm clock it was 2 hours later.
Scrambling to get your things for work you manage to wake up James. He looks at you with such love in his eyes. “Mornin’ doll.”
It wasn’t fair how good he looked or sounded. He looked as he had been plucked from the gardens of heaven. His voice was melodic. It was drawing you back in. "Morning sorry I have to get to work I've missed the past couple of days and it's not like my boss is unreasonable but she does need her assistant. I am really sorry to just run out on you but I will be back I promise. I'll leave my number on the counter," quickly crossing the room to give him a quick cheek kiss. You ran out of the room a little disheveled but looking fairly decent. You scribbled down your number on an empty piece of paper. By the time you actually left you looked down to your watch and it was 8:30 AM.
<~>
By the time you actually got to Stark Industries, it was 9:45 AM your shift started at 9:00 sharp. Immediately you went to Peppers office. You knocked on the door hoping that she wasn't in a meeting. "Come in."
"Pepper I'm so sorry for not being here for the past couple of days. I was abducted and then I was with my soulmate and I overslept. I'm so sorry," you ramble on.
"It's ok. Wait you were abducted? By who?" Pepper almost scolds. Her face softens as she takes in the last bit of your sentence. "So you spent the night at your soulmate's house. That must've been fun. What's their name?" She questions.
"Well, his name is James Barnes. Don go off on how he's the Winter Soldier. I know he is and it's fine that wasn't him. I know I just met him but I think I'm already falling in love. He's not like any other person I've been with. Not Killian, not Amanda, not Jade, and definitely not Dawson. He's just different but a good different you know?"
"I know I can see that he makes you happy. That smile hasn't left your face since you came in here."
You hadn't even realized you were smiling. This was something that you had experience before sure your other partners made you happy but this has been a long time coming, to find that ethereal happiness.
Chapter 8
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Life Hack
Written for: @star-spangled-bingo 2021! (& All Caps Flash Bingo!)
Words: 1970
SSB Square Filled: Alternate Universe AU
All Caps Flash Square Filled: Science Experiment
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None, E for everyone!
Summary: Tony & Steve have created a Youtube channel both as a way for the Team to stay busy & for them to communicate with the outside world. Participation is highly encouraged and when Reader finds out Bucky hasn’t contributed to a single video yet, they enlists his help in testing out some life hacks.
“What are we doing again?” Bucky questioned. He was standing next to you in the makeshift recording Studio Tony had built in an unused office.
“Making a video for the Youtube channel.” You commented. You inventoried the items on the table in front of you and made sure you had everything you needed.
“And why are we doing that?” Bucky grumbled.
“Because Tony and Steve want everyone to contribute to the channel.” It would surprise no one that the idea to start an Avengers Youtube channel had been Tony Stark’s idea. Actually, the team had always had one, as far back as the early shield days. It was more for publicity. Things like showcasing highlights from non-classified missions, charity events and press conferences were the types of clips that were typically uploaded. There were even occasional interviews from new members as they joined the team.
After the virus had struck, Steve and Tony had been looking for more ways to connect with the public. Tony wanted to have a way to talk with civilians about the real science of everything. While Steve’s motivations were a little more home grown. He wanted to give people on the outside a chance to see what life was like for the Avengers. He wanted people to know that the team was just as suspectable to the virus as the public and that the public could have as much of an impact on fighting this thing as the Avengers did.
“Peter may have let it slip that you haven’t contributed one video to the channel since we started it months ago.” You explained to Bucky. “I know cameras aren’t exactly you’re thing so I figured you could help me out with my segment today. Plus, you’re my favorite.” You said before tapping him on the nose with your index finger. “Ready?”
“Do I have a choice?” He complained beside you. You nodded to Peter who was standing behind the camera and began the video’s intro.
“Hey everyone! It’s [Y/N] here with another segment of the Avengers Quarantine Fifteen! That’s where we give you a fifteen-minute glimpse into what it’s like here at the Avenger’s Compound in Washington, DC.! Today I have a special guest with me, in his Youtube debut, Sergeant Bucky Barnes!” You paused to indicate Bucky who was standing next to you.
“Hey.” He nodded to the camera and offered it an awkward half wave.
“Okay, everyone,” You said looking into the camera. “I know we’re all bored out of our minds. We’ve been quarantining or sheltering in place for what feels like forever! I have to admit I’ve become addicted to watch those weird life hack videos; Buck you know the ones I’m talking about?” You asked him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He shrugged. He looked past the camera at Peter who tried to wave his attention away.
“Don’t worry you will very soon. For those of you at home who, like Bucky, have no idea what I’m talking about, a life hack is something that’s supposed to make things easier.” You explained.
“Like waterproofing your shoes with beeswax?” Bucky asked excitedly. “That really works!” He insisted.
“Yes, like that.” You nodded. “So today we’re going to be testing out if these internet hacks actually work in a little game I like to call Helpful or Hustle. Okay, here we go.” You pressed play on a video that you’d already queued up on your iPad.
“Is Parker just going to film us watching a video for fifteen minutes?” Bucky asked you with uncertainty. You couldn’t help but laugh.
“No.” You told him. “We’re gonna watch the hack first, then we’re going to try and recreate it.”
“But they can’t see it.” He commented pointing to the camera.
“They’ll see if after. In editing.” You assured.
“I’ll take care of everything Sergeant Barnes!” Peter called from behind the camera.
“There’s no way that works!” Bucky commented. Together the two of you watch the first hack where a woman deflated a balloon around a phone to act like a protective case. “They think because it’s made of rubber it’s going to protect…Do we have balloons?” He looked down at the table. I want to try this!”
You handed Bucky a balloon and an older cellphone that no one was using anymore. He began to inflate it immediately. At first it took Bucky a few tries to deflate the balloon like the woman in the video did. His initial attempts left him with a completely flat balloon, but after realizing he had to release the air more slowly, He had a rubber seal around the device. Bucky held the phone in his vibranium hand before letting it drop several feet the floor. You both heard the distinct sound of touch screen glass shattering.
“Well, Bucky, Helpful or Hustle?” You questioned as he bent down to pick the phone up.
“I think you already know the answer, [Y/N].” He said, holding the shattered screen for Peter to capture on camera. “I like this game. What’s next?”
“Back to the video.” You said, pointing to the iPad. You both watched the next “hack” Which involved filling a balloon with hot glue, tying it off and then using it as a sink stopper.
“I mean I guess that works.” He commented, scratching the back of his head. “But you know what else works?” He looked into the camera. “Fixing your sink so it has a stopper. If you can’t fix it yourself, hire a plumber. That’s a Hustle, next!” He pressed play again.
“I think you’re going to like this one.” You told him. You watch a video of someone blowing up a balloon using a water bottle, a funnel, vinegar and baking soda.
“Tell me we have the stuff to do this one.” He asked excitedly. “I very much want to know if this works.”
You and Bucky each picked up a balloon. You poured a cup of baking soda into each of the balloons using the funnel. You then filled the water bottle about halfway with vinegar. You had to guess with the measurements as the hack hadn’t provided them.
“Parker, you’re a science kid, is this safe?” Bucky asked Peter as you portioned out the vinegar.
“It’s what most schools use to make volcanos. Should be fine.” Peter nodded.
You and Bucky stretch the end of your balloons over the mouth of your water bottles. You nodded, and on your signal you both held up the balloon so that the baking soda dumped from the balloon into the vinegar. Almost immediately the balloons began to expand.
“[Y/N] look! It’s actually working!” Bucky exclaimed with disbelief.
“Well, I think this is as good a place as any to leave things. I’m afraid to see what happens when we try to remove these balloons. I’m [Y/N]…” You left a pause for Bucky.
“And I’m Bucky!” He said, thins time giving the camera an animated wave.
“This has been the Avengers’ Quarantine Fifteen!” You called, peering over your expanding balloon.
“Cut!” Peter said to let you both know he’d finished recording.
“That was great you guys!” Peter said enthusiastically. “Uh, [Y/N], you might want to take those things outside.”
“Good idea, Parker. I’ll take care of it.” Bucky offered. “Thanks for making me do this. I actually had a lot of fun. We should do it again sometime.” He collected both water bottles and carefully escorted them from the room.
“I have a few more things to film and then I can start editing. I’ll let you both know when it’s live.” Peter explained. You thanked him and started cleaning the room so it would be ready for the next person who needed it.
A little time passed, and you’d help some of the other team members film their own segments. You’d been staying busy doing other things too like raising a quarantine kitten. Yes, even the Avengers were not immune to the desire for new pets after being trapped inside. In hindsight trying to raise a tiny mammal in a giant military compound probably wasn’t a good idea, but you and Mittens were adjusting to each other. You’d almost forgotten about the segment you’d filmed with Bucky until Peter texted you the link one day.
You pressed play and started watching the video. You were surprised to see that Peter had been recording the banter between you and Bucky before you’d officially started filming. He kept every second of it in too, even the part where you booped Bucky on the nose and told him he was your favorite. You felt your cheeks get hot knowing the others were going to razz you about that later.
“Hey [Y/N]!” You heard someone calling your name down the hall. You poked your head out of your dorm room door. Bucky was walking towards you.
“Did you see Parker posted our video?” He pointed to his phone.
“Yeah, I was just watching it. What did you think?” You asked.
“I haven’t watched it yet. I’ve been reading the comments.” He told you. You scrolled through the commented on the video. Your eyes growing wide. It seemed the videos viewers liked seeing Bucky on the channel. They also seemed to really like you and Bucky together.
“I came to ask you, what does ‘Ship It’ mean?” He said.
“Where did you…” You assumed he’d read it in the comments and sure enough as you continued to read on there were plenty of posts with things like ‘Why and I shipping [Y/N] and Bucky so hard?’ and ‘I’m calling it, Bucky x [Y/N], I’ll go down with this ship and in this TED Talk…’
“Well, Bucky Ah…” You fumbled with your words trying to think of exactly how to explain the situation. “Shipping is an internet term for…”
“If you don’t want to tell me, I can just ask Parker or his friend…Ed?” He started to turn.
“No!” You caught him by the elbow. “Trust me, you do not want to ask anyone else about this one. Shipping is a term people use as a way to say they want two people to be a couple. Sometimes they’re already a couple or they may not be together any more and people aren’t ready to let that go. It’s usually about fictional characters but sometimes celebrities too.”
“Oh…Oh!” Bucky stared down at this phone with sudden realization. “So, when they’re saying that they Ship you and I, they’re implying…”
“That they want us to be a couple, yeah.” You nodded uncomfortably. You wished you could melt into the floor or fly away on a jet pack because the truth was, you’d always had a bit of a crush on Bucky. You never thought he’d be into you. You knew that the opinion of hundreds of people online wasn’t going to change anything, but at least someone else had seen a spark, as imaginary as it may be. “It’s a pretty common thing.” You added, trying to fill the awkward air. “Like I might say I ship Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson together because they seem really happy together. I don’t really know them, so it’s not really my place to say…”
“But I know us. So, would it be completely inappropriate for me to say that I also Ship us?” He questioned, looking up from his phone.
“Does being in a video on Youtube with the man you that gets tons of people commenting what a cute couple you’d make, so you’re both finally brave enough to admit that you have feelings for each other, count as a Life Hack?” You asked back.
“As usual, I have no idea what all of that meant, but I’m going to kiss you now okay?” He asked. You nodded ‘Yes’ in response.
#Bucky Barnes#Bucky Barnes x Reader#Bucky Barnes Fan Fic#Bucky Barnes Fan Fiction#Bucky Barnes FF#SSB21#Star Spangled Bingo#Flash Bingo#Bucky Barnes Reader Insert#Star Spangled Bingo 2021#SSB2021#SSB Spring Flash2021
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What I've Been Up To Lately
Writing Edition
I'm in sort of a weird place right now with writing - I have a lot of WIPs but I'm not posting a lot outside of things that are written for exchanges. And I realized I was feeling sort of...lonely? That might be a good word for it. Writing, by default, can be a lonely thing. SO, since I have a tumblr and at least some of you followed me for my writing, I figured I'd ramble about it here!
If you wind up reading through this, and you're interested in cheerleading or maybe even beta reading some of the WIPS, let me know! I feel like some of the reason these are WIPs and not finished fics is that they're mostly stuck in my own head, and it could be fun to chat about the stories with someone else.
I'm also thinking I might do a weekly update or something with what I've been working on - this is a bit bigger of a summary, but it might be fun to do wordcount/story progress updates or something. What do you all think?
Anyway, onto the fics!
Posted WIPS
Arrivals, Departures, Connections: I have two more chapters written since the last one I posted. About 6.5k new words. I really need to coax a beta into looking at it though - I think there's good stuff there, but I also suspect it could be better.
Unposted WIPS
Going to put these under a cut - it got long, and in the WIPs there are some spoilers for the Mandalorian S2 and Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I put the FatWS stuff at the end, so if that's the only thing you're trying to avoid spoilers for, stop when you see Sam n Bucky.
Tattoine Fun Times: I have GOT to find a better WIP title for this one, since it is not fun at all. Takes place right after the end of Mandalorian Season 2, and in FINE Sass tradition, focuses on a background character - in this case the dancing girl chained to Bib Fortuna's throne when Fennic Shand rolls in. I have 2k written, and I've stalled out. Though, looking at it to write this summary, I think it might be because I actually found the end. I thought this was going to be a larger story, but I might be able to wrap this up pretty quickly. So...maybe coming soon?
Artist OT3: The expansion of my Bodhi/Cassian/Poe ficlet - Modern AU, Bodhi and Cassian are artists, Poe is their semi-reluctant model, muse and friend. 4.5k here - stalled out when I tried to figure out what the non-Poe Sequel Trilogy folks are up to. As it's getting to be a bigger story I want to bring more of the world in, give us the chance to see Poe's friends - who absolutely include Rey and Finn and Rose. Just need to figure out, you know, what they're doing.
Nile and Andy: The Old Guard fic - 6.4k written. I really loved these two and their dynamic with each other. Wanted to spend some more time with them. Andy and Nile drive around Europe in a vintage Porche, talk about history, eat baklava, argue about music, muse about the future, and cry a little bit. I actually really enjoy this one...not sure why I haven't finished it yet.
Sam N Bucky: Ah, wait no, this might actually be why I haven't finished anything else. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier fic - 16k written. I did not realize I had written that much of it until I did the wordcount just now. It's not a complete surprise, I guess, I've loved Sam since CA:TWS. But I haven't loved Marvel much since then, so I thought I was free! I thought Star Wars was the only Disney-owned trashfire media property I was going to care about creatively!
I regret to inform you all that they got me. Anyway, this is 16k of slowburn pining and domesticity (and dealing with trauma and therapy feelings because it's still me).
And that's what I've been working on! I don't have any exchanges active right now, though I do have one work in an anon collection right now that will be revealed in my name...next week? I think. Well, if you've read this far, thank you for reading my rambles!
Have a snippit of SamBucky bickering as a treat:
The shield ricocheted off the edge of the dock and came rocketing back toward Bucky, who caught it on his metal arm.
"The first time I did that, the shield fell straight in the water, and I had to break out the snorkel and go diving to find it again," Sam shared, mostly because he knew it would irritate Bucky.
"You didn't," Bucky said, his eyes narrowing, and flung it at a nearby cluster of trees. Three bounces later, Sam caught it in a grab that rolled with the momentum of the shield, lessening the impact.
"Oh I did. I still think it smells like swap, what do you think?" Sam said with a grin, before hurling the shield back.
"I—" Bucky caught the shield "—think that Steve made a mistake. I'm taking her back. I'll treat her right. Dump her in the swamp, the nerve."
"When did the shield become a girl?" Sam asked. "That seems like a strange choice."
"Don't listen to him, baby," Bucky said, petting the edge of the shield.
"Weirder," Sam informed him. He was not going to be jealous of an inanimate object. "You know what, I bet it would skip well. It's a good shape for it."
Bucky glared at Sam.
"Come on," Sam said, warming up to the idea. "It could have practical uses. We might need to fight evil speedboats."
"We are not going to need to fight evil speedboats," Bucky protested.
"All the shit we've seen, can you really say that with confidence?" Sam raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I know what this is."
"You trying to lose the shield in the ocean is what this is," Bucky said.
"You know I'm gonna be able to skip it more times than you," Sam continued with a knowing nod. "I understand, consider it dropped."
Bucky growled. He looked over at the shoreline. "Stick to the shallows," he said after a second. "And if we lose it in the water, you're the one going in after it. I have a handicap." Bucky waved his vibranium arm in Sam's direction.
#star wars#the mandalorion spoilers#fatws#fatws spoilers#the falcon and the winter soldier#the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers#sambucky#the old guard#fic talk
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La Squadra Backstories!!!! Stream of consciousnesss style!
So literally I just sat down and wrote down exactly what I thought. I have not edited these at all lmaooo. But I made long drawn out backstories for our underrated assassins so enjoy!!
T/W + C/W - idk I talk about people dying in a lot of ways. Child abuse, drugs, severe illness, dead cats. This stuff is a mess I really didn’t censor it. But nothing is described in detail cuz I’m too lazy for that.
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Prosciutto cuz he’s at the top of my mind. Mmkay he and Pesci are brothers but not by blood. Pro was an orphan, I still wanna make him Russian, and pesci’s extremely kind and gentle family adopted him when he was like 7. They were like literally a garden catalogue family. Perfection. The parents died when pro was like 15, Pesci was 13?? Idk the age difference I’m just making shit up now. And Pesci had no fucking idea what to do, they didn’t have any other family, and pro was like “I’m still basically a hardened criminal from living on the streets of russia most of my childhood, so joining the local mafia should be a piece of cake”. It was.
Risotto..... fuck it. Polpo is risottos dad. I’ve seen that so much and fuck it I’m here for it now. Idk how I feel about the whole Mariah from part 3 being his mom that seems too coincidental. But either way, he is half Spanish. I don’t think he’s ever been in touch with his Spanish roots at all, but that’s what he is. Polpo had too much fun on vacay in Spain. But it was a once night stand and polpo, a skinny king back in the mid 70s, fucked off to do mafia stuff and didn’t know about this kid. Risotto never knew his father. Time goes by, about the time he’s 10, rizzo’s mom moves to Italy to find the man she once loved. Since the 70s, she has been married and divorced 4 times, disowned by her entire family, and she speaks only of Polpo, the man who swept her off her feet and then disappeared into the night. Leaving only this child with his matching eyes. So they live in Italy, risotto is about 13 now and his mom has been searching seriously for polpo for about 3 years. One day, she gets too close, mafia takes her out. Risotto is all alone in a country he has lived in for less than 3 years. So he decides to take revenge against the mafia. He goes to hunt them down. (I’m too lazy to write out how. Gets a gun. Basically the scene in part 5 where the kid is like “you killed my father and now I’m gonna kill you!!” But he chickens out???) yeah except rizzo didn’t chicken out, he stood firm and killed 2 of them. The other 2 surrendered, and immediately asked rizzo to take polpos test. He did. And he unknowingly met his father, the man his mother had died looking for. He stared into his fathers eyes, black sclera reflecting each other, and passed his test with ease.
Wowwwwwwwww alrighty then that was something. Let’s shake out those jitters because fuck that was intense and let’s move onto some happy shit.
Melone!! Always a bottle of joy. He was a phenomenal student, a perfect child. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect looks. Onlyyyy tiny thing is he murdered cats and buried their heads in the back yard. But that was his only flaw. Aaaaaaaand mayyybe trying to use his extensive knowledge of molecular biology and genetics (even at as young as 11) to asexually breed said cats.
But, apart from that, absolutely perfect specimen of a young boy. And he kept that up until college. Until the rape accusation. Melone had no interest in having sex with her, he swore under oath in open court, he only wanted to “extract her essence” in the hopes of making her amazing genetics stay pure for centuries.
Due to his previously amazing school record, he was allowed to plead not guilty by reason of insanity (because the justice system is bullshit) and was released to his parents. During this whole process, Melone’s mother had begun to grow suspicious of her son, wondering if there was something wrong with him. This led her to explore the crawl space under the garage, more commonly known as “Melone’s childhood laboratory”. The cat skulls alone were enough to set her off. They allowed him into their home long enough to fool the court, but parole officers don’t pay attention, and they kicked him to the curb a month later. Broke, alone, and with no real skills other than his genius mind and gorgeous body, he became a prostitute. It was only a few months before he wandered up to a gigantic white haired man with angry eyes and asked if he wanted a date. Instead of declining, our good ol rizzo just knocked him out cold and brought him home. The rest is history. Literally because I can’t think of what would happen between that and Melone joining the mafia. I assume he was just their house pet for a little while before he decided he wanted a stand too.
Oh good lord these are getting insane. Better keep going. Okay I have no idea what’s about to come out of my head for ghia but oh Lordy. Might as well start. Ghiaccio wasn’t always quite as angry, but it’s actually gonna be a sweet story. Kinda. He used to act perfect, even tho he always felt the anger inside. He was forced to bottle it up and put on a happy exterior always. His mother was Belgian. (From experience, Belgian mothers (Flemish in particular) will beat you until your ass is raw if you talk back). Italian father, they lived in italy. He had 4 sisters, he was the middle child of 5. Around high school, he started acting out. Of course this was due to all of his bottled up anger from the past 15 years. 4 shattered sinks, 16 holes in the drywall, and one classroom fire later, Ghiaccio was expelled from school. His parents were too busy brimming with joy about the success of all his sisters that they didn’t take much notice to him. “If you’re going to behave in such a manner you might as well leave” his mother said. She was past the point of caring enough to beat him. So he left. 16 and with no where to go, he wandered the streets. After a year or so, Ghia had gotten used to that life, and was angry at everyone, sometimes when he wasn’t even angry. Anger had become his coping mechanism. Screaming was easier than talking. Until one day, he screamed at a blonde man in an intersection. Prosciutto was driving back to the squads hang out, boxes of takeout in the back seat of the car. He had chosen to not stop at the red light, just for fun, and nearly ran into our blue haired teenager. Ghia proceeded to cuss him out for a good 4 minutes in the middle of this intersection before pro cut him off. “Get in the back. “ he said, with his own special brand of brotherly love. “I know how you can put that anger to good use”. Ghiaccio, having no real reason to object, got in the back seat. Prosciutto was silent the rest of the drive and Ghiaccio yelled about all the take out food, now splattered on the backs of the seats due to the sudden slam on the brakes.
Y’all I don’t even remember the other la squadra members. Let’s do sorbet/gelato because they have zero backstory or personality so I can just ramble. *Clears throat* let’s begin. These fuckers. Friends since birth. Grew up together, always really close. They were both dirt poor, but because the only school nearby was a decent public school, when were able to slightly experience middle class living. They liked it. They wanted to see upper class, and once they did, they wanted to be there. These two were money grubbing bffs, I’m talking josuke and okuyasu, but like waaaaay more intense and also violent. They both left home around 14, together of course. Gelatos father had left them a few years prior, and his family were on the brink of starvation. Figuring they didn’t need another mouth to feed (and completely abandoning his post as family patriarch lol) he left with sorbet, who’s family had all died in various ways over the years. Most recently, his older sister being taken by some illness that was probably easily treatable, but with no means for a doctor, she died in days. The boys left home and school, and made a living by pickpocketing tourists and occasionally launching into larger heists. They made a decent living for themselves, but eventually started spending their money on drugs. It’s was sorbet first, heroin was really good to him for awhile. Gelato was against it, knowing it was the reason sorbets family had been so poor to begin with. His father was an addict, and despite holding down a job fairly well, spent all his earnings on drugs. Eventually he became too dependent, lost his job, and OD’d. But around this same time, when the boys were 16/17, they were starting to realize their feelings for each other. Confused teenaged minds full of budding love led to Gelato giving in, and soon their days were filled with heroin fueled ecstatic sex. They lived like this for awhile, existing in half reality, until one day they chose to set their pickpocketing targets on a short man with close cropped gray hair. The plan was perfect, sorbet bumped into the man and gelato passed by to grab his wallet, and suddenly they were the size of mere ants. In an instant, they were returned to size, left to wonder if it was real or just a hallucination from long term drug use. But they didn’t run. Formaggio introduced himself, with a loose handshake and a pause to spit out some tobacco, and promptly invited them to a “party”. Although, Formaggio was honest in his promise, this party did have drugs.
Cheese boys turn!! Seriously who am I forgetting??? Illuso my mirror man! Am I forgetting someone else too?? Idk. But shut up Kel it’s cheese boys turn.
So. Formaggio. Probably the most chill childhood. Lower middle class, pretty average, but he was quite gifted with sports. Soccer was his main, and also a fantastic competitive swimmer. (Okay I have a separate hc that Bruno is really good at soccer so hol horse up a moment so I can imagine those 2 playing soccer together in friendly competition. In my lil au where Bruno is in la squadra because I say BruPro exes rights please and thanks.) but anyway, he got really good at soccer and was offered a scholarship to play at a fancy pants private high school when he was 14. Of course his parents made him go, this has been the family’s dream for years, and formaggio’s as well. So high school is amazing, he’s starting to attract attention from universities even tho he’s barely in grade 11 by this point. And it’s all really amazing until he realizes. This isn’t what he wants. And it’s just that. He doesn’t want to play soccer anymore, he doesn’t want to potentially be famous. He just wants to be a kid. So he leaves school, he leaves home, he wants to start over. And he wanders into a diner and sees this small group of weirdly dressed men. At this point, it’s rizzo, pro, Pesci, and ghia. And he’s staring at them because they’re dressed like circus clowns but their aura is so murderous. And then the one who looks like a giant pineapple starts staring back. Pesci gets up and walks over to Formaggio. “I know you! You’re that amazing kid soccer player!!” And he just goes on and on about shit he read in the news (70% of it was false) until pro comes over and yanks his idiot brother away. Pro starts asking Formaggio questions, thinking he could be a good target. Stupid little rich kid. But to prosciuttos surpise, Formaggio is just a down to earth kid with no more money to his name than he needs to pay for this meal. Prosciutto takes him home after that. He doesn’t really offer any explanation.
(The rambling at the beginning of this paragraph actually happened lol so I paused for like 4 hrs oops)
Alright we are back. Had to leave to go to therapy and then scream at my mother and cry to my boyfriend but we are ready to go! Illuso and I really hope he’s the last one and I’m not forgetting one. Illuso was raised in an orphanage from infancy. No idea who his parents could even be. Fun fact: one of the nuns at the orphanage (cuz it’s an orphanage in Italy in 1980, they’re catholic.) nicknamed him Illuso because he was always pointing at things that weren’t there. As a tiny baby and a child, he would always be looking at things no one else can see (yes illuso is a natural stand user fight me). The nuns called him illuso as an insult, hoping to shame him into stopping. He never did. When he outgrew the orphanage, he decided to join the priesthood. He was 19, a priest in training, when the mafia came to the orphanage. They were collecting, and illuso knew they didn’t have the money this month. He tried to talk the mobsters down, but that went about as well as planned. 4 bullets to the chest, 3 open heart surgeries, and half a dozen resuscitations later, Illuso was released from the hospital. The orphanage had been shut down, and no one knew what had happened to the children or the nuns. With no where to go, illuso knew of one place that could use talents like his. The talents of steadily stealing money from the starving children of the church for a decade. It was during polpos test that illuso’s stand manifested. Not due to the arrow, but to protect its user from the other stand. Illuso was able to avoid Black Sabbath by hiding in his newfound mirror world until it was time to return the lighter to polpo (kinda cowardly but whatever.) he was assigned to risottos group by chance and was the last to join excluding Melone. But they loved him as if they had found him themselves.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#vento aureo#golden wind#la squadra#Melone#ghiaccio#Formaggio#illuso#sorbet#gelato#risotto Nero#prosciutto#Pesci#jojo part 5#jjba
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I love you Matt hcs so much! So much inspiration for mine too!
Have you got any post-cannon hcs? (Maybe angst/Whump one? But that’s not so important I would love to hear any ^^)
Thank you sm!! :D
All right SO, my main niche in the fandom is fleshing out the Ace Attorney prison, examining the relationships between all the characters there, fleshing everyone out, considering their character arcs, etc. It’s definitely something I put a lot of thought into and get excited about ^^
I imagine there being three main prisons:
Prison A
The canon prison shown in Ace Attorney Investigations: 2. Prisoners are allowed one animal companion, there’s a supplier with influence over the warden (and, imo, the guards as well), it’s overall a prison that can be interpreted as more relaxed--with limited corruption, due to the fact that, in my opinion at least, Sirhan Dogen wouldn’t put up with much BS. Although he can’t control everything, Dogen has a decent amount of power that he uses to make his prison livable.
Prison B
This is the opposite of Prison A. Damon Gant is in charge, but in a different kind of way; after being Chief of Police for so long, he still has a lot of power and connections, and many officers hold respect and / or fear towards him. The prison is a hierarchy of power and control with a lot of corruption, and anyone who doesn’t work for Gant is in danger.
Prison C
The women’s prison. Dee Vasquez has the upper hand here, due to her outside connections with the mafia. She handles things in a more manipulative, underhanded kind of way--isn’t so much focused on the prison at large, but moreso on securing her own matters. She uses protection or exploitation sparingly, and when she does, she deflects attention off of it as much as possible. While the prison isn’t as horrible as Prison B, it’s not as safe as Prison A.
Now that the environment has been established, time to get into the details about Matt:
Matt Engarde went to Prison A.
In Ace Attorney, fame and riches seem to make little difference when it comes to putting someone behind bars. However, the game does show that it can add complications, and affect things to a certain level. With that said, here’s how I imagine things went over with the arrest:
Things are a whirlwind of chaos and fear and pain at first, but it doesn’t take him long to get a deal set up with the prison. Sometime within the first week of his imprisonment. Thankfully, this is done quickly enough that his assets haven’t been transferred to his parents, yet.
His sentence is 10 years. No death penalty or life sentence, because the deal is that, for each year that Matt Engarde is alive and healthy, the prison receives $500,000. This would give them ample reason to take measures to protect him from De Killer.
Matt doesn’t have an endless amount of money, and he also doesn’t want to be stuck there forever. In his mind, hopefully De Killer would be behind bars or dead by the end of those 10 years, and if not... well, he’ll figure it out when he gets there.
He’s given the cell down the hall from Sirhan Dogen, the infamous assassin. This scares the HELL out of Matt at first, but the guards assure him that it’s for his own safety:
However, since he’s placed in this cell before the deal is made, there was an ulterior motive as well. Due to the fact that Shelly De Killer is another infamous assassin, Warden Roland considered it a possibility that he’s one of Dogen’s outside contacts. If Dogen were to rat out Matt’s location to him, the prison would be prepared to capture and arrest De Killer, and it would be confirmed that they had been contacts.
Obviously, Dogen could rat him out no matter which cell he’s in, but it’s more convenient to place Matt there as bait since the hallway is monitored so heavily--they’ll be prepared to restrain both De Killer and Dogen if/when that time comes.
If the deal were made beforehand, he likely would have been sent to Prison B; even though it’s a harsher atmosphere, no one in there is presumed to be a contact of De Killer’s. While he could have been transferred at this point, it’s decided that they’ll stick to their regular plan, just with added precautions and safety measures.
Matt, although suspicious, never has any sort of confirmation that he’s being used as bait--at least, not until years later.
BUT ANYHOW.
Interactions and Reputation
I get into it a bit in this fic*, but the gist is this:
There’s no point in continuing to act charming when everyone knows it’s BS, and any chance of Toughness or Good Standing he could have had are kinda... shattered by his frequent (very loud) panic attacks late at night.
For the first year, he doesn’t bother trying to make friends. He doesn’t care about them, they won’t care about him, and he’s not interested in playing a tug-of-war with power dynamics when he knows he won’t always necessarily come out on top. So he’s kind of a loner here. Occasionally entertains himself by picking fights.
*(Spoiler warning for AAI2 in the fic I linked!!)
Character Arc
From this point, I can see it going in several different directions. I have two different fic AUs where things turn out differently in each one, and I also have an extensive role-play I did with a friend of mine. In terms of imagining his “canon” life and his future, I definitely learn towards the events that transpired in the role-play, so I’ll focus on those.
(My friend and I made a post analyzing his personality and character arc, so most of the things I’ll mention here have been mentioned in this post in greater detail. HOWEVER the post is EXTREMELY long and also contains major spoilers for AAI2. So if you want to avoid spoilers and also want a summed up version, feel completely free to just read the summary below!) (oh also, with relation to the post I just linked, tw for?? a variety of common triggers)
I should mention that this might not be COMPLETELY spoiler-free, but I do avoid saying the spoilery name. It’s hard for me to accurately gauge what is and isn’t revealing, since I already know all the spoilers haha.
And, without further ado:
-Everything about his world has been turned upside-down. Instead of being adored, he’s despised. Instead of being the one with power, he’s the one under the thumb of others. Instead of a life of comfort and privilege, he’s confined to small, uncomfortable areas, and is barely paid anything for his labor. Additionally, he could be killed at any moment at any hour at any location--and this is something he’s forced to endure for years on end. The entire situation is incredibly stressful and traumatic for him.
-About a year after his arrest, a guy moves into his cell with him. Things align in just the right way that a friendship of some sort is formed between them: the guy is friendly, pretty, relatable, into some of the same hobbies he’s into, and he has power within the prison walls. It’s beneficial to form a friendship with him... and the guy isn’t annoyed with him for his (now much less-frequent) panic attacks, but rather, shows sympathy.
-Neither of them particularly trust one another, but they enjoy each other’s company.
-Humans need comfort, and Matt is no exception. Under the intense trauma and stress he’s enduring, it’s all too easy to form some sort of bond with the nice guy who dances with him and pets his hair and holds him.
-It’s important to mention that Matt is rendered unable to do his usual power & control shit. And he especially can’t get away with that kind of stuff when his new cellmate shows up. The guy is Very Alert to underhanded behavior (due to his own underhandedness + the fact that he’s dealt with one too many bastards), and is quick to call Matt out on even minor things. So Matt’s options at this point are either:
a.) try his manipulative shit and lose any small amount of power or comfort he may have had, with an added risk of retribution
b.) resist all forms of connection / interaction with other people, and just be miserable and alone and scared all by himself
c.) be friends with the guy WITHOUT being a shady douche, and getting to enjoy the comfort and benefits that provides
-So... YEAH. Long story short, he makes friends with the guy. And, also, lowkey catches feelings for him.
-Matt also makes friends with Simon Blackquill a couple years later (and that has its own backstory)
-His previous ways of moving through the world do not work at all here. In the end, Matt’s main goal is to get what he wants, and to feel good. With the circumstances, he has to completely change his approaches in order to meet that goal.
-Matt may be cold and uncaring towards other people’s emotions, but it’s clear that he does have very intense emotions. He shows much more vulnerability and pain now than he used to, because doing so makes him more sympathetic to his friends--but he also needs to learn to not be as manipulative about it, and to actually consider the other person’s emotions instead of making it all about himself.
-He does ultimately decide to make the overall changes necessary for healthy interpersonal connections, since it’s in his best interest to do so. It’s not easy, and he hits plenty of road bumps along the way. It definitely dredges up a lot of shit, a lot of painful emotions; he’s extremely self-protective, and genuine vulnerability is hard and frightening.
-The tl;dr is that he’s dragged through a healing arc, kicking and screaming the entire way.
That’s what his life in like in prison, overall! There’s a ton of aspects and details, but I figured it’d be best to cover the basic storyline ^^
I also have thoughts on how things would go after he’s released from prison.
...OH SHIT I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MENTION THE SHELLY THING LMAO
I’m gonna make a post where I detail out what happens, and then link it here when I finish.
Edit: Here it is!
#Matt Engarde#aa post#Matt#thank you for the ask!! and thank you to everyone else who's been asking too aaa#I'm so happy people are interested in my headcanons#aaprison
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part one
Lance gets home from spring break with his raw footage and gets right to editing. He’s pretty pleased with how it came out, but he still waits a few days to post it, worried he’ll seem overeager. Shiro posts the video that Lance is in the next week, and he’s so thrilled, it came out great. Keith had been working the camera a bit and Lance sort of wants to thank him for capturing some flattering shots. He quickly posts the video of his song and links Shiro’s channel.
He contemplates sending a follow request to Keith’s locked twitter, but doesn’t. He just met the guy and he doesn’t seem to be the type that opens up easily, and Lance doesn’t want to push his luck.
Flashback to when Lance left Shiro’s garage after filming. Keith is cleaning up and getting ready to lock up the garage when Shiro gives him A Look.
“Lance was nice, don’t you think?”
Keith pauses where he’s sweeping the floor. “He’s alright, I guess.”
Shiro just grins at him.
Things go well after that. Shiro follows Lance back in twitter, and they chat about videos and cat memes. Lance has noticed that Shiro will sometimes disappear off the internet for a few days at a time, but doesn’t pry.
Lance keeps streaming, and starts to occasionally post videos of his streams. He uploads an Overwatch clip where he sang a stupid song over the mic that had his entire team rolling with laughter, and it gets a lot of hits. A few days later, he gets an email, and has to blink a few times. Because it’s from Keith.
Lance,
Thanks for posting that Overwatch video. Shiro was feeling down and it really cheered him up.
-K
And that’s it. And it puts the biggest smile on Lance’s face.
Months go by and things are normal. Lance keeps finding himself looking at Keith in Shiro’s videos, but who can blame him? The guy is hot, and there’s nothing wrong with admiring the view. He hasn’t really spoken to Keith beyond that one email exchange - Lance had sent him a reply that was probably a little too long-winded but whatever - but he doesn’t mind. Too much. That’s what he tells himself.
Pidge calls him out on his bullshit. “You are absolutely crushing on Shiro’s brother,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing ever.
“I am not.”
But then he mentions it to Hunk on Discord and his oldest friend just laughs at him. “You so are,” Hunk accuses. “Even I can tell.”
Lance just glares into his webcam. So maybe he is. So what? He’s allowed to have a crush. Crushes are harmless. Besides, the guy lives five hours away and Lance doesn’t even know his last name. He’ll eventually get over it and that’ll be that.
Lance gets another opportunity to film with Shiro and he absolutely jumps on it. Shiro invites Lance to stay with them since they have a furnished basement he can stay in for the weekend and he is so excited. It also means he’ll be getting out of Pidge’s hair, since she has some intense projects to finish before the semester is over and needs to focus. So he puts in a time off request at the cafe where he works part time.
Lance packs his bag, his guitar, and all of his filming gear and makes the five hour drive on Friday morning. He only makes one pitstop for snacks and a bathroom break in some tiny town with absolutely no cell signal, then is on his way again.
When he parks on the street in front of Shiro’s place, he checks his phone and panics. Tons of texts. Emails. Twitter DMs. Missed calls. He hadn’t seen them because he was driving, and the one time he stopped, there was no signal. The most recent text is an unknown number:
>Lance this is Keith I got your number from Pidge please call me asap
Shit. Shit shit shit. He calls the number and it picks up after one ring.
“Hello?”
Wow, his voice even sounds nice over the phone. “Uh, Keith? This is Lance.”
“Lance.” There’s a pause. “Um. Where are you?”
Lance looks up at the house. “In front of your house…?”
He thinks he hears Keith curse under his breath. “Okay, I’ll be out in a second.”
Keith sounds tense and Lance is out of his car immediately, shutting the door just as Keith comes out of the small house. He definitely looks tense, shoulder hunched as he marches towards Lance.
“Hey,” Lance greets. “Is everything okay?”
Keith glances around, looking incredibly uncomfortable. “Um. Shiro isn’t feeling well. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to film this weekend.”
“Oh.”
They stand there on the sidewalk awkwardly for several minutes. Lance looks down at the phone in his hands. “Sorry,” he tells Keith. “I was driving and didn’t have a signal, so I didn’t see any messages until I stopped just now.”
Keith rubs the back of his neck. “How far did you drive?”
“Harborville,” Lance shifts his weight. “It’s about five hours from here.”
Keith curses again and fiddles with his phone. Lance is starting to panic because he just drove across the state and the place he was supposed to stay is sounding like a no-go and he’s too tired to drive back he doesn’t really have money for a hotel right now —
“Grab your stuff,” Keith says, “and follow me.”
“Uh. You sure?”
Keith’s expression is blank. “Shiro said you could stay, so you can stay.”
Keith ends up helping Lance carry his stuff inside, down to the basement apartment. It’s small but nice, with a tiny bathroom and a back porch that opens up to a wide yard of weeds and grass. Keith gives him the wifi password, then shuffles awkwardly.
“Sorry. You came all this way for nothing.”
Lance looks up. “Oh! Uh, no, it’s okay, things happen.” He puts on a smile. “I’ll find something to occupy myself, and I can get out of here tomorrow.”
The atmosphere is so, so awkward.
“Um.” Keith motions at his phone. “I was gonna order a couple of pizzas. What kind if toppings do you want?”
Lance perks up a little. “Oh man, I’ll eat literally anything. Get whatever you want, I’m good.”
Keith just nods and goes upstairs. Lance uses the bathroom (holy hell that last energy drink was a mistake, he’d been holding it for so long), then answers all the texts he got from everyone that wasn’t Keith. He assures Pidge that he’s fine, explains what happened, and says he will be back tomorrow.
Keith comes back downstairs about a half hour later with two pizza boxes and a couple of bottles of beer. Lance helps him and they go out onto the back porch, where he finally get to meet Kosmo. His mood is instantly lifted, Kosmo is huge and unruly but sweet as can be, and Lance alternates eating pizza and throwing a drool-covered ball across the yard, watching Kosmo dart after it like a freight train. Keith laughs softly.
“Are the cats around?” Lance asks as Kosmo rests his giant head on Lance’s thigh.
“They’re upstairs,” Keith answers quietly. “With Shiro.”
Okay. Guess he’s not meeting the cats this weekend.
They finish off most of the pizzas, Keith saving several slices for Shiro. It gets awkward again. It’s barely sunset and Lance has no idea how he’s going to spend the next twelve hours. Sleep?
“Wanna play some Overwatch?”
Now there’s an idea. “Yeah! I brought my laptop.”
Keith gives him a little half smile, though it seems forced. “I’ll go get mine.”
They set up their laptops in on the coffee table of the little sitting area in the basement, sitting on the carpeted floor. Keith brings down another beer for each of them and they start playing, Lance using an external drive to record because why not. Keith adds him as a friend so they can play together and it’s stupid how much that pleases Lance, even if he gets the feeling that Keith is just humoring him out of guilt. Keith is also a Genji main and that’s not surprising in the least, though he sometimes plays a pretty effective Mei and a devastating Doomfist. Lance sticks to Widowmaker and Ana, and though it takes them a few rounds to find a groove, the end up working surprisingly well together, each getting Play of the Game a few times.
They take a break and Lance ends his first recording to start another while Keith goes upstairs for another round of beer and a box of cookies that they put between them, and then it’s time to really have fun. Lance invites Hunk into the game and they find some gag servers. Lance starts singing his joke songs, making everyone laugh. At one point he darts back to the room where his stuff is to grab his guitar and play it while he sings. He makes up little jingles about player’s screen names until Keith finally chokes on his beer a little, then throws back his head laughing.
And holy shit, Keith has an amazing laugh, his face lighting up and the corners of his eyes crinkling as he snorts a little. Lance keeps singing just to keep hearing him laugh, and finally Keith is hunched over his laptop covering his face because he’s in tears. It’s incredible and Lance thinks that this, right here? This made the five hour drive worth it.
His voice gets too tired to keep singing and Keith looks sleepy, so they agree to call it a night. Keith takes his laptop and says goodnight with a smile that looks genuine. Once he’s in his sleeping clothes and settling into the guest bed, he’s messaging Hunk to gush a little about Keith. Hunk just sends him several eyeroll emojis and tells him to go to bed.
Lance wakes up disoriented and takes a full five minutes to remember where he is, dehydrated and groggy with a headache forming. Right, he’s in Shiro’s basement. He gets up and brushes his teeth, then looks at the stairs. Can he go upstairs? He can smell coffee, and he would do just about anything for some caffeine right now.
He hears a chirp and looks up again. The basement door is open and there’s a fluffy red tabby at the top of the stairs, looking right at him. One of the cats! With a giant grin, Lance creeps up to the top. The tabby backs up, and Lance is out of the basement before he realizes it, crouching on the floor to hold his hand out to the gorgeous cat that sniffs at his fingers.
He’s been petting the cat for several minutes before he realizes he’s in a kitchen, and he’s not alone. Sitting at the little breakfast table in the corner is Shiro, and he looks like hell. Hair a mess, face scruffy, bags under his eyes and wearing rumpled sweats with a blanket draped over his shoulders. But what Lance notices the most is that his prosthetic arm is gone, his right bicep tapering in the middle before it just stops, covered in webs of scar tissue. His chest is dotted with more scars.
Lance stands up. “Shiro?”
Shiro doesn’t respond right away, his eyes sort of vacant as he stares at the wall. Then he turns to look in Lance’s direction and seems to snap to attention.
“Lance,” he says and his voice is rough and tired as he pulls the blanket around himself with his left hand. He looks over to where the coffee maker is on the counter, at the opposite side of the kitchen. “I was just getting some coffee--” Shiro goes to stand but he looks like he’s in pain, favoring one leg.
Lance jumps. “I’ll get it!” he rushes over to the coffee maker and is sort of relieved to see Shiro sit back down in his peripheral. There’s a bunch of mismatched mugs in the glass door cupboard just above the coffee maker, so he pulls out one and fills it.
“Uh.” This is super weird. “Do you want sugar?”
Shiro gives him this tiny little smile. “There’s some hazelnut creamer in the door of the fridge.” he fidgets a little. “You’re welcome to have some too, if you want.”
Lance thinks that might be the best thing he’s ever heard and pours himself a cup, then goes for the creamer in the fridge. He brings the two mugs to the table and sits down across from Shiro, passing him the mug that’s printed with instructions on how to moonwalk. Shiro mutters a thanks and takes a few sips.
Lance nervously drinks his coffee and tries not to freak out. This is definitely not how he expected this weekend to go. The Shiro in front of him was so far removed from the one he knew online - the cool, confident Shiro was a million miles away, replaced by a man that sat at the table and sipped his coffee like he was expecting the roof to collapse on his head any second. It was unnerving, and Lance feels horribly out of place, like he was intruding on something meant to be private.
Before he can say anything, Shiro speaks up. “I owe you an apology.” he looks like he’s struggling. “You came all this way, and I can’t even film with you. I’m sorry.”
Lance does his best to smile. “It’s okay, really, it’s not your fault you got sick.”
Shiro frowns, then slowly lifts a hand to rest on his right shoulder. “I’m not sick,” he says. “It just... Bothers me sometimes.”
His arm. Shiro is a veteran. The pieces click into place.
Shiro explains a little, that his time in active duty changed him. That sometimes he remembers things he doesn’t want to and it’s hard to get past it. He says he’s better now, with therapy and medication, but it’s still difficult sometimes. Sometimes he still shuts down, gets phantom pains.
Lance doesn’t really know how to respond to that, so he just reaches out and pats Shiro’s hand where it’s resting on the table.
The sound of tapping claws makes them both turn, Kosmo rounding the corner panting happily, followed by a half-asleep Keith. And Lance can’t help but grin, because it’s an adorable sight. His hair is wild and poofy and all over the place, shirt slipping off one shoulder and wearing sleep pants that are printed with cats playing jazz instruments. Keith rubs at one eye with the heel of his hand and doesn’t really seem to register either of them, going straight for the coffee maker.
Lance learns that Keith takes his coffee black.
He’s halfway to the table with a steaming mug in his hand before he even realizes Lance is there, then Keith pops awake with a squeak.
“Morning,” Shiro says. Lance shrinks a little in his chair before muttering a “good morning.”
“Uh.” Keith keeps glancing between them. “Good morning.”
Shiro looks unfazed and takes a drink of his coffee. “Lance and I were just having a chat.” He smiles. “What did you two do last night? I heard a lot of laughing.”
Thanking all that is holy that he finally has a conversation topic to break this intensely awkward silence, Lance tells Shiro about their Overwatch game and the songs he made up. Keith snorts a laugh or two over his coffee and Shiro is wearing a genuine smile.
The conversation lulls. “I should probably pack up and hit the road,” Lance says. He tries to hide his disappointment. But Shiro shakes his head.
“No, please, you’re welcome to stay. We can probably get a little filming in tomorrow.”
It’s the best thing Lance has ever heard.
An hour later they’re all showered and dressed and Shiro looks significantly better, his hair combed and face shaved. He’s wearing his prosthetic again, even if he still has dark circles under his eyes. They pile in Shiro’s truck and head to a local bookstore with a cafe attached, and Shiro introduces Lance to Allura, one of his oldest friends.
Lance is struck a little speechless at first because Allura is so beautiful she can’t possibly be real. But she shakes his hand and Lance can’t place her accent but she’s sweet and cordial, sipping on a coffee with a book next to her elbow that’s in another language.
They spend several hours in the cafe just talking about college, YouTube, cats, and their shared friends the Holts. Allura is in grad school studying sociology or something like that (the title was long and complicated and sounded super difficult). Shiro gets up to get another muffin and Keith goes to the restroom, and Allura puts a hand on Lance’s.
“Thank you for caring for Shiro,” she tells him.
Lance is confused. “I didn’t really do anything…?”
But Allura shakes her head. “He’s told me about you and your videos. You make him laugh and have been a friend to him. It means more than you know.”
Lance blushes hot and doesn’t know what to say.
They return to Shiro’s and have a small barbecue, just the three of them and a small charcoal grill, a pile of meat, and a cooler of beer and soda. Lance plays happy songs on his guitar while Keith plays with Kosmo in the yard. Shiro looks so much better than he did that morning, and they trade stories until sunset. Shiro goes to bed and leaves Lance and Keith alone.
They talk into the night as they pick at the last kebob. Keith is still stoic and secretive, but he’s loosened up after a couple of beers and speaks more candidly than Lance has ever heard. About how he and Shiro aren’t related by blood, how he had it rough before Shiro found him. About adopting his dog from a shelter. Little things, too - Keith hates spicy food, is ambidextrous, and is a crossfit trainer. Lance files away all these little bits of information like precious treasure and goes to sleep with them bouncing around his brain.
The next morning, they head to the garage to film. Shiro doesn’t do an intro, still looking sort of tired, but assures that he can do a voice-over later. Lance and Keith trade camera duty as they work on the old chopper. It’s in bad shape and Keith has to bust out the welding equipment at one point. Lance swallows hard and tries to keep the camera steady because that shouldn’t be hot. Keith in a welding mask with a torch shouldn’t be hot but wow. Lance is definitely in trouble here.
They film for hours until Shiro says he’s too tired to keep going, then they pack up and head back to the house. Lance helps cook dinner and Shiro looks relieved, saying that he and Keith can’t cook very well outside of barbecue. They sit around the table and Lance can’t believe he’s there, in Shiro’s kitchen, trading stories with him and his brother like they’re old friends. A few months ago they seemed so untouchable, like celebrities that he looked up to. Now Shiro is laughing so hard he snorts at a story that Lance is telling him. Lance catches Keith’s eye a few times, smiling when he does.
Lance has to head back on Monday morning, and Shiro pulls him into a hug. It has Lance sputtering a little before he hugs back. Shiro whispers a thank you and it’s so sincere and heartfelt that Lance feels his eyes water a little. Keith just clasps his hand, squeezing it tight. No hug, but the look he gives Lance says a million things that he’ll have to sort out later.
For the drive home, Lance puts on his Florence + The Machine playlist and sings until his throat is sore, so happy he feels like his heart could burst.
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Continued in part 3!
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sorry about that guys, i was going to post last night but like i keep saying, i got caught up in editing and soooo here we are!! today’s chapter is all about kim, and kim’s teaching a masterclass in being a mom friend in your late 30′s.
as much as i strugged with this chapter i really REALLY like writing kim. she never got enough play in the games, so i guess i take liberties, but there’s something pleasing about writing an exasperated millenial mom going “please, dude, just get some therapy” to a guy like john seed lol.
i guess we’re all probably feeling kind of...uh, not awesome/active these days. which is fine! i’ve touched my face so many times writing this that i’m gonna have to go take a shower when i’m done here. i hope you all are being safe, and i hope you work for companies that will allow you to be safe! if your job is giving you shit about the virus, know that they’re the ones in the wrong, not you for wanting to watch out for your health. oh, and tonight is the democratic debate, so go watch that and see if you vibe with my boy bernie, ok? ok, be safe, i love you, wear a scarf if its cold outside
(below is the chapter text, so you don’t have to leave tumblr if you don’t want to! if you read it on here, could you like and/or reblog for me? i would appreciate it!)
Kim vividly remembers the day she met John Seed, just a few short years before the end of the world. He and his family had been in town all of a month when they had shown up unannounced to a potluck Kim and Nick were hosting, bringing along a last-minute macaroni dish. The three brothers were polite enough, and the big one seemed embarrassed by their offering compared to the other plates at the table, so Kim had let the party-crashing slide. Hell, she'd even let the strange brunette woman that accompanied them walk around her house like a second-rate psychic looking for ghosts. The rumor mill hadn't had time to chew much on them, so all Kim knew about the Seeds was that they were trying to put together a commune and the middle brother was some kind of preacher. It all sounded very tent-revivalist to her, but mostly harmless. Sure, they were weird, but they were hardly the only weirdos living in the county, so who was Kim to judge?
She had been standing alone by the cooler with a beer when John had sidled up to her. His reputation had already gotten a head start, having already stepped on Mary May's toes before showing his face to the town at large, and he was clearly attempting to avoid people who had already heard Mary May's take on the situation. Whether or not he realized Kim had already heard all about his unapologetic come-ons, he sure seemed interested in showing her his good side. He had been all smiles and charm, shaking her hand with both of his own and complimenting everything about the house and party and people. But, even as he coasted through the pleasantries and small-talk, John had eyed Kim like she was a piece of meat, one up for grabs by whoever flagged down the butcher first.
Just when he seemed ready to open his mouth and order himself a bad time, Nick had swooped in beside Kim with his hand extended, wearing his least genuine grin. Committing to another two-handed shake, John made more sweeping compliments and asked Nick a couple of questions about the airstrip. He may have even been genuinely interested in what Nick had to say on the matter, but in retrospect, all Kim can remember is the way he had looked at her. No longer was Kim a lifeless, prime cut of beef — now, she had teeth in the form of her redneck aviator husband, who wasn't buying anything John was selling.
Nick had smiled and waved at John as he excused himself, disappearing in the direction of his brothers. "What a fuckin' creep," Nick had declared through his clenched teeth.
Kim had thought then that they knew what kind of creep John was. By the time he began sending men to the house to intimidate them, she'd realized he was something much worse. He was something out of a schlocky psychological thriller, a sociopath with a rumored body count, who calculated each of his steps with pointed disregard for human life, gleefully buying up land for their cult and chasing all but the bravest away from their homes. There had been rumors about people disappearing, but Kim hadn't wanted to believe them. There had been a whole lot Kim hadn't wanted to believe. It was when John started calling, leaving desperate messages begging them to "just say yes, so I don't have to make you," that Kim had to stop hiding her head in the sand.
Kim barely had time to celebrate when he died the first time, what with Carmina being born and the world ending, and she had much better things to do in the years following than spare a thought towards him. It wasn't until Nick dragged John into their home eight years later that his name had even crossed Kim's mind.
She thinks about John a lot now, for better or worse. At first, all of her instincts had her thinking about him sleeping nearby. How much force it would take to break the bedroom locks. How strong and fast he might secretly still be. She would watch him work and think about all the awful things he would be putting Nick and her through, if their positions were reversed. She would question his every move, tired and sluggish as they might have been.
Nowadays, she mostly thinks about how tired he really seems. She thinks a lot about his eight years of solitude, and questions just how dedicated he really is to waving a white flag. The John Seed she used to know, the one she had underestimated a lifetime ago, he would never have willingly submitted himself to manual labor the way he does now. He would never sit silent and anxious until Nick or Kim bossed him around. At first, she had thought he was doing it out of necessity, being as sick as he was, but now... well, now, she's not so sure.
John is stronger than he has any right to be. Kim never had the opportunity to confront him physically before, so she has no idea if John has always been like this, or if it's something that happened in isolation. After all, eight years by yourself is a great time to workout — at least until your supplies run out, or you catch a sickness that won't go away. It should probably worry her more, but Nick's confidence has rubbed off on Kim, and all she concerns herself with is giving him jobs that measure up to his abilities.
Like today, for example. Nick and Carmina have started on a project together, putting together a hen coop worthy of housing Carmina's first pets, and with planting season practically here, Kim is ready to tackle her own construction project. Somehow, a tractor wound up on the runway, overturned and mangled as if it had been in a car accident — or a nuclear blast — and Kim has a plan for the thing's large, mostly-intact tires. With enough mulch and soil, Kim's sure that she can make them into reliable planters, and she might even manage to grow something worth eating this year. First, though, they have to come off the tractor — and that's where John comes in.
Kim watches John peel one tire off of the crescent-shaped wheel it's clinging to, thinking to herself again that John is stronger than he should be. He rolls the massive tire back down the runway towards her, looking mildly winded from the exertion, face red from the sun. He doesn't look anything like the walking corpse Nick had found a few months back.
Despite herself, Kim is impressed with his progress. When Nick had first brought him in, she hadn't expected him to make it through the night, much less the following day. It had been hospice care to her, at least for the first week — but then John had turned a corner, eating again and managing to stand on his own feet, and all at once Kim had forgotten about reading his last rites.
Slowing the tire to a stop, John wipes his arm across his brow and asks, "Here?"
"Yeah," Kim says. "That's fine. One more to go."
John nods, turning and retreating down the runway towards the tractor's mangled remains. Kim watches him go, waiting for him to realize how easy it would be to get away. She's a great shot with the rifle, but she's only got the pistol with her today, and Nick is all the way on the other side of the hangar. There's no fence on this side of the strip, and the overgrowth is thick enough to disappear into. It would take him a matter of seconds to escape, if he would just try.
But he doesn't. Kim has no idea why not — it's not like they're making much of an effort to keep him locked up. Nick does his best, but they're not a maximum-security prison. Hell, they don't even have an enclosed fence! With all of his experience managing a human trafficking cult, he has to see that they're woefully unprepared to hold him. There's no way he hasn't itemized every hole in their security and how he could use them to his advantage.
The tire has been partially popped off of the tractor wheel, but John's probably going to need a wrench or something to pry the rest of it free. Otherwise, Kim is going to be watching him strain uselessly, and while sometimes it can be gratifying to watch John struggle with menial tasks, Kim wants these planters done as soon as possible.
She marches toward him to size the problem up, only to pull up short as John tears the tire off of the wheel. Metal scrapes against itself as the axle twists, and Kim hears a pop when John finally leverages the tire free, leaving the wheel to hang limply from the axle. There's a long rip in the tire's lip, probably from where a security bolt tore through the old rubber.
"Jesus," she says, not realizing she's close enough for John to hear her until he frowns in her direction. She tries to mask for her concern over his uncanny strength, but all she has going for her these days is motherly frustration. "You could have hurt yourself," she scolds, as if that's going to cover it.
John huffs. "Why does that matter?" he asks.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but we don't exactly have a doctor to take you to if you slice your arm on rusted machinery and contract tetanus."
Considering how passive John's been, it comes as something of a surprise when he heaves a frustrated sigh, bracing the tire with both hands and doing his best to ignore Kim while she stands right next to him. It's just irritating enough that she sticks her foot out to block the tire, eyeballing him defiantly and mentally daring him to keep being a baby. Ugh, as if a man like him could be intimidated by a 40-year-old mom's unimpressed glare.
He ducks his eyes. "Alright, fine," he surrenders.
Kim lets him roll on, following with a furrowed brow as she tries to figure out what his deal is. The John she remembers would never put up with the kind of disrespect Kim shows him. He would be... seething, or something. Planning to murder her, probably. But if he was going to murder them, he would have done it already. He definitely would have done it when Nick let him sleep in their room. But every opening he has, he ignores in favor of the full surrender he'd willingly placed himself under.
Once John sets the tire down, wiping his forehead clear of sweat, he asks, "What's next on your list of petty tortures?"
If John thinks being petulant will get him anywhere with Kim, he is sorely mistaken. She raises an unimpressed eyebrow and asks, "Do you really think this is me trying to torture you?" She can't help but be a little offended — as if she couldn't come up with something worse than household chores if she wanted.
"I don't know what to think," John sighs.
Kim can count the number of times John has been honest with her on one hand, and that's including before the bombs dropped. A few minutes ago, she might've entertained his mild back-talking to dig at his motivations, but she's certainly not in the mood now.
"You don't need to think," she says. "Just do what I tell you."
It's as easily said as done with John, who shuts up with a deep frown and follows Kim mutely for the next hour or two, helping her shovel a mixture of composted leaves and topsoil into a wheelbarrow. They have to make three trips to get enough to fill the tires, which is sweaty, smelly work that Kim won't leave to John alone. Even if she didn't want to get her hands dirty, she would feel guilty if she made him do it by himself, considering it's a job she could easily do alone.
Once they've finished dumping the dirt into the makeshift planters, Kim turns to John with a critical eye. At last, she offers him more than a few curt orders.
"This isn't supposed to be torture, you know," she tells him. "Everything we tell you to do, it's because it needs to be done, not because we want to watch you suffer."
"It must help," John grunts.
"Honestly? Not really." Kim sits on one tire, watching John shift his weight between his feet. He somehow seems small, even as he stands over her. "I've seen enough suffering to last a lifetime. Haven't you?"
John doesn't respond. He turns his head to stare at the hangar — probably wishing he was putting the coop together with Nick, who loves it when John is quietly repentant, and who hates talking about this kind of stuff in general. If Carmina weren't over there, John would definitely be trying to excuse himself to her husband's side.
"I think we're done here for now," Kim says at last. "I'm going to start dinner. You can sit quietly with me, or go help Carmina and Nick with the coop."
She refuses to pick for him, leaving him to look between the hangar and the fire-pit and debate on his own whether he wants to deal with Kim's weak interrogation skills or being in the same room as Carmina for any length of time. Any time she gives him a choice, he usually goes for whatever will keep him busier, but he seems actively repulsed by the idea of spending any time around Carmina.
After a few seconds of consideration, John nods reluctantly. "I'll sit," he says, almost as though he's admitting defeat. When Kim leads him over to the fire, he sits on the same patch of dirt he usually does, even with plenty of seating options. He doesn't talk much, and since Kim has nothing to ask him, she leaves him to his own thoughts while she starts getting dinner ready.
When she catches him starting to doze, she can't help but sarcastically quip, "Some torture, huh?"
John shoots her a dark look in return, but it's going to take more than a mean scowl to bother her.
Nick and Carmina get up early one morning to go fishing. Kim sleepily sees them out of the bedroom, unwilling to face the gray morning chill herself, and wishes them as much luck as she can muster while half-asleep. Nick hesitates a whole lot by the bedroom door, still reluctant to leave Kim alone with John, but he knows better than to make a bigger deal about it than she does. Kim appreciates his concern, even if nowadays she doesn't think it's warranted.
They'll be back a little after noon, and Kim's list of chores has finally shrunk to something manageable, so she lazes for just a little bit before finally committing to the day. It takes her a little longer to commit to utilizing John outside, since she doesn't have any work for him and it would be great to have a morning to herself, but leaving him to stew all day feels wrong.
John's already awake when she goes to get him, dressed and sitting on the pallet-board bed that Nick let him piece together. He only looks mildly surprised to see Kim fetching him by herself, which means he probably heard Nick leave earlier. He isn't very talkative today, resorting to monosyllabic responses to her questions as they eat breakfast downstairs. He sits quietly at the table with Kim, not touching his food until he catches Kim staring expectantly at him. Kim shouldn't be surprised — after eight years on his own, he's probably more comfortable in silence. Either that, or he talked himself out of words down in that bunker of his. She would ask, but John avoids talking about his time underground at all costs, and she doesn't see today being any different.
Kim waits until they've gotten out into the yard to reveal her cigar box full of seed packets. "It's a little early to start planting," she explains, "But I have a good feeling about this batch of spinach."
John waits expectantly, his frown deepening as Kim fails to elaborate on his part in all of this. "You want my help," he realizes at last. "...With gardening ."
He says it with so much disbelief that Kim almost thinks he's making fun of her. "What did you think we were going to do after we filled these things with soil?" she asks. "They needed to sit, and now we need to plant. You're here, so you're helping me."
"I —" John stares at her, biting the inside of his cheek as though he's trying to mind himself. "That isn't going to work. You'd be better off letting me dismantle the tractor for scrap."
"I'm not asking you to do that," Kim points out, "I'm asking you to poke some holes in the dirt. This isn't rocket science. Even Carmina can do it."
"Then have Carmina do it ," John snaps, immediately clenching his jaw to try and prevent another outburst.
"If you're trying to give me trouble just because Nick isn't around, then I'll just put you back in your room."
John sulks for a few seconds, weighing his words now that he's out on thin ice. "Plants and I aren't compatible," he grudgingly admits. "I have a black thumb. And this is important work, I don't — I don't understand why you would risk it."
Kim tries hard to resist pulling on her kid gloves, and yet she still can't help but go easy on him. "John, it's an irradiated wasteland. You are the least of these plants' concerns. All you have to do is follow instructions. You can do that, right?"
She expects him to roll his eyes or get huffy at her coddling him, even just a little, but he only nods in return. "Yes," he says, falling back into what can't possibly be comfortable subservience.
Well, it works for Kim — he doesn't try to fight her as she shows him how to space out the holes, how deep to make them and how many seeds to put in each one. She watches him finish a row before she decides he's got it, and settles in across from him to start on the opposite side of the planter. John looks surprised that she's working with him, but she finds digging in the dirt relaxing, and she's got to pass the time somehow.
Kim enjoys gardening, getting her hands dirty while ensuring she and her family have plenty of food. She'd never really gotten the chance to practice before the bombs, but that didn't stop her from growing some sad looking carrots and potatoes last year. They plant spinach and beets, as well as some carrots that Kim doubts will survive. The other planter stays empty, but Kim has a plan to grow some soybeans later in the season, and if the seeds don't take, maybe corn will.
John is wholly focused on his side of the planter, meticulously careful, like this is some kind of exact science that he barely understands. A city boy through and through, Kim supposes — it isn't like a hotshot lawyer from Atlanta would spend much time at the local community garden, right? His history with gardening is probably littered with dead ferns and succulents that couldn't survive his negligence.
When he sits back to rest a minute, four straight rows like spokes in front of him, Kim throws him a bone. "Looking pretty good."
"Don't patronize me."
Kim rolls her eyes. Of course John would be incapable of taking even the most mundane compliment, no matter how genuinely Kim might give it. "I'm not. You're doing a good job."
John sighs heavily, still very much not believing her, but he doesn't argue the point.
Nick and Carmina return just after John finishes his final row. Usually, Carmina comes back looking pretty defeated, as fishing isn't something she's gotten the hang of yet, and Nick will try not to let on that he did poorly on purpose to make her feel better. Today, though, Carmina marches with a straight back and a big grin, and Nick follows her with a bucket of smallmouth bass.
"Who wants fish?" Nick calls triumphantly, visibly excited for Carmina to finally have a "big catch" story.
Kim stands, knocking the dirt off of her knees, and takes a look at the radial design left behind in the soil. She's going to have to water and keep a close eye on these little suckers, but with any luck, they'll grow at least enough to make for good compost. It would be nice to have some impressive produce to trade, though, so here's hoping that spinach turns out.
"Hard part's over," Kim tells John, who reluctantly follows her lead and climbs to his feet. "Now, it's a waiting game."
"I wouldn't expect miracles," John mutters. Kim pretends not to hear him.
John avoids the garden as much as he can once the planting is done. Kim doesn't need his help, so she doesn't press it, but she notices whenever he surreptitiously checks the progress the seeds are making. He seems happy enough to be done handling them, but Kim bets he's still keeping an eye out for any evidence of failure. Kim doesn't want to take away Nick's extra pair of hands, especially considering how hard work seems to comfort John more than long stretches of silence surrounded by dirt, so for the first two weeks, Kim handles most of the gardening herself.
Nick and him have been steadily chipping away at Nick's list of home repairs, their DIY solutions changing the topography of the family home bit by bit. The roof is dotted with white shingles cobbled together from old siding, the windows have been boarded up with full sheets of plywood instead of haphazard wooden planks, and part of the hangar's exposed roof has been covered by a quilt of stitched together pieces of tarp. They've even managed to clear back some of the vines that have been swallowing every structure in the valley. Nick has pretty much given up on letting John do everything by himself by now, although he definitely delegates the harder work to John and takes the first drink of water whenever they take a break. Nick has always been a hands-on kind of guy, though — sitting by while there's work to be done goes against his nature. It had only been a matter of time before he demanded to pull his own weight.
Kim checks the plants more frequently and obviously than John does. She had been expecting most of the plants to fail, considering the packets they came from are easily eight years old and thrown into an old box with no thought to preserving them, but a week in and they seem to have taken pretty well. Tiny, two-leaf sprouts have started to poke their way through the soil where the spinach was planted. The beets don't seem to have done quite as well, but surviving tiny sprouts have also started to show. Kim doesn't trust the carrots, but it'll be another week or so before they start seeing any results from them, so she withholds judgment for now.
"Been thinking about going into town," Nick mentions one night as the four of them eat dinner at the table. John still seems uneasy sitting with them instead of on the stairs or in his room, but at least he doesn't need someone to goad him into eating.
Carmina's face lights up. "Can I come?" she asks, practically before Nick has finished speaking. From the way Nick smiles at her, Kim's sure he was about to suggest that very thing, which makes it easy for Kim to agree.
"Sure," she says. "As long as your dad promises not to cut across the field this time. No," she scolds Nick as he opens his mouth to argue, "There's a herd of bison out there that are as big as the car, and you are not a matador, Nick."
"What's the point of an apocalypse if I gotta follow all the roads?" Nick complains, relenting with a theatrical sigh. "You're right," he admits, emphasizing for Carmina, "Your mom's right. The roads are a lot safer than any open field."
Kim glances at John, who has his head down over his plate, looking uncomfortable with the conversation circling so close to him. Nick follows her line of sight, frowns, and then asks, "So, uh, John... You got any interest in going into town?"
John swallows the bite he just took, wincing as it goes down wrong. "No," he croaks.
"Okay," Nick says, not at all upset to hear it. "That leaves just you and me, sweetheart."
Later on, once they're getting ready for bed, Nick can't help but circle back, horrified by his own gall. "What would I have done if he'd said yes?" he asks Kim. "He'd incite a riot just by showing his face. The second everybody knows he's alive..."
"It's going to happen eventually," Kim says. "I think we should at least let him make the choice about when ."
Nick accepts her reasoning with a petulant, "I guess, " but he spends another hour or two silently turning it over in his head.
They don't leave until after breakfast, which Nick lets John be part of. He's still sensitive about sharing his family time with anybody, much less John, but he's getting used to it bit by bit. Kim would blame it on the apocalypse if it weren't for the fact that he's always been very protective of his mornings.
John looks uneasy as Nick and Carmina head out, tensing at the sound of the car starting. Kim isn't all that used to it either, but at least they managed to find a car and enough gas to make the occasional trip to town possible.
Well, since there's nobody else around, and nothing left for Kim to do, she decides it time to bring John back to the garden.
"Ready to learn how to weed?" she asks.
To his credit, John waits until they're outside and facing down the lightly weeding planter to argue. "There's still a lot of work to do in the hangar," he says. "Doesn't that sound like a better use for me?"
"No," she replies. "You need to know how to do this." She sighs when he remains standing, staring up at him unimpressed. "Either you help me with this, or you can go pout in your room about it."
Kim waits until John reluctantly sits on his knees to join him. She walks him through the process of prying up the thin, quickly growing stems, tossing them into the bucket between them, and shows him how to pull out the root systems that might get left behind. Most of the weeds that are growing are small, but those pernicious vines have been reportedly growing like crazy in any and all soil and Kim doesn't want to give them a chance to cozy up to her produce.
It's not complicated work, so John picks it up fast, but he goes tediously slow, almost to the point where Kim thinks he's messing with her. Well, the joke's on him — Kim has raised one of the most independent children in the state, and she knows how to deal with petulance. She's fine with long stretches of silence, she's fine with dirt, and she's fine with leaving people to stew.
"Have you always been a gardener?" John asks after a length time, rushing the words as if he'd been chewing them over for too long and he just wants them out of his mouth.
John rarely ever asks questions that aren't about his so-called punishment, so Kim is inclined to indulge him. "No, not really," she answers. "My mom grew flowers, and I would try to keep those little starter herb kits alive every so often, but I never really dedicated my time to it." She hesitates, hopefully not noticeably, and adds, "We had some old gardening magazines in a box in the bunker. They turned out to be a good way to pass the time. You know?"
John hums neutrally in response. Kim hadn't expected much better; even casual talk about life underground shuts John up pretty fast. It's such an obvious psychological scar that even Nick can't miss it, and although the two of them will speculate, neither of them have so far pushed hard enough to find out more. Kim doesn't know if John's trauma is the Pandora's box she wants to open, but she has so many questions and so many worries that could be put to rest if she could just figure out how to interrogate him about it.
She's being too obvious, staring at him like she is, and John is quick to catch her. His brow furrows as he stares back expectantly. Probably waiting for her to drag the information she wants out of him, no doubt, the same way he would rip confessions out of people.
When she fails to do whatever it is he's waiting for, he turns his attention back to the remaining weeds. Frustration colors his voice when he eventually speaks.
"I wish you wouldn't stare at me."
"I usually look at people who ask me questions," Kim replies, trying not to be pedantic and failing pretty miserably.
"Just tell me what you want from me."
Kim sits back on her heels, wiping her forehead with a dirty hand. "I don't really know," she admits. She probably shouldn't be so honest with him, so open about her lack of motivation, but she can't see any reason to lie. Maybe telling him the truth will encourage him to do the same? She knows that's wishful thinking, but it's worth a try.
"I guess I want you to... prove you're trying. That this isn't all some kind of act. But honestly, I don't know what kind of proof would convince me. There's eight years of blank history that might help, but you don't want to talk about it."
She doesn't hesitate to bring up the bunker this time, even when it makes him squirm. She can see him working on a response and heads it off as best she can.
"Look," she says, "You don't have to tell me now. You don't even have to tell me . But eventually, if you're really serious about making amends, you're going to have to tell someone ."
For a moment, John rests his fingers in the dirt as if he might just go back to his work. He's staring at the green leaves, waiting for one of the plants to give him the right answer, the one that will make the conversation end before he has to get involved.
Finally, terribly lost and frustrated at himself for winding up that way, he asks, "Why won't you just make me ?"
His uncertainty settles in Kim's stomach like a lead weight. He refuses to look at her, and somehow that makes it worse. She knows Nick would probably scold her for being overly sympathetic, but she can't help it. She can't hide her worry when she answers, no matter how much it might chafe John to hear it.
"You have to want to get better to do it," she tells him. "Nobody can do it for you."
John doesn't respond. Kim doesn't hold her breath over it, returning to the remaining weeds. But as his silence grows, Kim finds herself checking on him in her periphery. Before the Collapse, John had been easy to read, his reactions unrestrained and sometimes bordering theatrical. These days, Kim can't pin him down.
John treats the fresh sprouts as though they're too fragile to touch, sincerely confused at the progress the garden has made despite his interference. Had he really thought that he could mess them up just by planting them? No wonder he was so sure that she was making a mistake, enlisting his help.
"Things are going well, given the circumstances," she says at last. "I guess you don't have a black thumb after all."
"I stand corrected," he replies. He looks at her briefly, but when he catches her watching him he's quick to look back to the dirt. Kim doesn't miss the way he continues to appreciate the small green stalks.
Later, after the weeds have been eradicated and dinner has been started, Kim hears the car coming down the drive. John is in the middle of dragging scrap metal out of the hangar, so he doesn't notice it right away, but there's no missing Carmina and Nick's raised voices. They aren't quiet by any means as they wander from the front yard to the back, talking enthusiastically about the monstrous bison they'd seen in the field on their way home. When John recognizes them coming into view, he stops working briefly, raising his arm to shield his eyes from the hastily setting sun.
"That's, uh, a pretty wide leash you're giving him," Nick says to Kim, having the good sense to at least kiss his wife hello before he starts in on judging her.
"He knows what you guys are doing in there better than I do," she replies. "How was town?"
Carmina is the one to answer, her excitement hard to contain. "We saw the bison!" she exclaims. "Pastor Jerome let me go to the top of the church tower! We got a bunch of stuff!"
She has a whole lot more to tell Kim, which she does in rapid-fire bullet-points before running off to unload supplies from the car. From all of her talk of apples, Kim hopes that some of them made their way home.
Nick waits until she's out of sight, checking to see that John hasn't yet come to join them, and then offers Kim a helpless shrug. "So, Jerome knows about John, I guess."
The comment shouldn't make Kim as uneasy as it does. "Oh?"
"Grace told him." Nick takes off his hat, tossing it onto the porch and running a hand through his hair. "He said he had to think about it more. But, uh... that he trusts us to do what's right. I dunno, he didn't quote any scripture at me so I couldn't tell how mad he really was."
He's watching John at the front of the hangar like he's surprised John isn't running. "I really thought this was gonna go differently," he says after a beat. "I thought for sure he'd have given us a reason to off him by now."
Kim chuckles. "Yeah, the same way you thought feeding the raccoons would make them go away."
"I couldn't help it," Nick sighs. "They looked so damn hungry."
John finishes unloading the wheelbarrow's contents. For a moment, he stands with his back to them, staring at the hangar. When he turns around, he straightens up, waiting. For what, Kim couldn't possibly say. She wishes he would just tell them what he thinks they ought to do already, but that's not going to happen any time soon.
Nick cups a hand to his mouth and shouts, "C'mon, I got a bunch of supplies you need to unload!"
John puts his hands on his hips, taking a brief rest before starting in their direction. Kim wouldn't believe he's the same man from a few months ago if she hadn't seen the transformation herself. She hopes all this change has been for the better, but she wonders if it's going to be enough.
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Hey, remember my pet cracktheory that Darrell is a clone of Laserblast, or is somehow connected to him in some way? I finally cleaned up and sorted out my full list of weird things I’ve noticed that they both have in common, or that otherwise support that, or are just weird about this stupid robot in general. Because I wasn’t fucking joking about there being a lot of it. Probably not gonna actually amount to anything, especially with not much series left, but meh. It’s fun. Enjoy.
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Appearance/Body:
(Okay, I admit most of this section was pretty much killed by Darrell's canon human form in OK AU, which looked NOTHING like Laser at all. But just in case...)
-Identical body shape/proportions to LB/SF, with wider torso/hips and very thin waist -- maybe a little smaller because he's a teen (and a robot)
-Very close head shape to LB/SF/PV: square jaw (when it’s not exaggerated to make him cuter), similar rectangular shape and proportions if you include the braincase (since it would normally be inside his skull)
-LB's mask looks a LOT like Darrell's head, with the entire top half and most of the sides of his head covered and with circular ear...things
-That mask also tends to be quite expressive, almost functioning as a single eye sometimes
-Their big heavy boots are also kinda similar (Though honestly Darrell's boots look slightly more like Chip Damage's...)
-LB is based off of the superhero Cyclops, and Darrell is literally a cyclops
-Only robot that really seems to have an organic, human brain, and has human feet too along with Shannon -- even for just the feet, someone's DNA has to be cloned to make him, and not necessarily Boxman's.
-Darrell can grow stubble, according to that one tiny joke shot in Let's Watch the Boxmore Show; his face may be organic just like his brain and feet. Also worth noting, the specific spots on the side of the jaw where LB's/SF's stubble shows are covered by metal for Darrell -- when comparing Darrell and LB, each character's most distinctive visible features (one eye and brain, cheek stubble) are covered up on the other!
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Costumes:
-Darrell seems to enjoy dressing up as a HERO -- when he's in cowboy mode he plays a sheriff, and when the bots play Golden Statues he always plays the museum guard, both specifically hero roles!
-In fact, the costumes in general -- he definitely likes pretending he's someone else, rather than just being fashionable like his siblings.
-LB and SF both hide their eyes, and may have something unusual/distinctive about them, especially with Laser because of his eye-based powers. LB!SF in particular would hide his if there was something that might immediately get him recognized as his former identity. Perhaps only having one eye (hence the visor acting as one on occasion like I pointed out)? (We got to see behind LB's mask once in Gar's fear sequence in Face Your Fears, with one red eye showing where the mask was broken, but there it did look like he had two. However, Gar would never have seen what was ACTUALLY under there...)
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Habits/Personality:
-LB was an anti-hero, willing to do some fucked-up things in the name of good, while Darrell is an anti-villain, who focuses more on just doing his job, having fun, and trying to make his father happy than crushing the heroes out of malice
-Darrell's also just a terrible villain in general. Of course, he's directly killed another villain (or tried to anyway), and his idea of doing the most evilest thing was reporting Boxman's lies to the board and stopping him, AKA doing the RIGHT thing -- even with the betrayal, not very villainous of him, huh?
-Weird shared oral fixation? There's a very unusual emphasis on food/mouth things with Darrell (his lowkey obsession with eating, spitting Boxman into the spitoon in his office, brushing his teeth), and LB's trademark was always having that lollipop in his mouth.
-Hugging soft cute animals, like Rippy and Fink
-Darrell writes in concrete in You're Level 100, and LB does the same using his eye laser in Glory Days (in the POINT theme song)
-Neither one is a big fan of new members of their respective teams right away. LB refused to take junior members with him in both Glory Days and Let's Take a Moment, and doesn't seem to think much of them in either episode at all, aside from Silver Spark (and then, he still left her behind as one of his lookouts). Darrell...just freaking HATES new siblings at first, having a problem with every single one he gets, at least the ones we've seen (we didn't get to see his and Mikayla's introduction). He's also like this to siblings he considers inferior to him, to a point -- he and Shannon both got pretty jealous when Boxman started praising Jethro's "new moves."
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Boxman stuff:
-Timing is correct, Darrell and the others were created right after LB disappeared according to Lad and Logic, since Boxman only drew the first three members in his original plans to attack POINT, and Gar was already building the plaza by the time Boxmore was opened. This means the Boxbot quadruplets and KO were actually born around the same time, making them all 6-11 years old, roughly the same amount of time that's passed since the Sandwich Incident.
-Boxy was obsessed with POINT at that time (and still is, since he's kept the coordinates for POINT HQ memorized), and possibly LB himself (given his later attraction to PV)
-Boxman may also have some POINT tech and connections of his own? First off, access to a huge supply of glorbs, the easiest and closest source of which Foxtail and Carol have been protecting and heavily monitoring, and are normally very hard for non-heroes to get their hands on. Second, those boxes he sends the robots to attack in might use the same wormhole tech as POINT Prep's bus, since it looks a little similar both in transit and emerging at its destination, plus its driver sounds exactly like Ernesto. And speaking of Ernesto, that one time he straight-up drew a POINT drone as part of a family portrait…
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POINT stuff:
-There were six members of POINT before the Sandwich Incident, and LB was one of the original three, and seemed to function as co-leader alongside Foxtail. There are six Boxbots, and Darrell was one of the original four, and kinda leads them in battle alongside Shannon, especially once he becomes CEO.
-And coincidentally, the original six members of POINT also share colors and in some cases roles with the Boxbots -- Shannon and Foxtail are orange, Greyman and Ernesto are purple, El-Bow and Jethro are blue, Rippy and Raymond are green, Silver Spark is...difficult but her hair is pretty distinctive and works with Mikayla for yellow, and of course, Darrell and Laser are red. The robots' colors and relative ages even match POINT'S senior/junior members, with Greyman, Laser, and Foxtail representing three of the older Boxbots, and then Rippy, Silver Spark, and El-Bow representing the two newer ones and Jethro, who only recently was able to show his true personality/potential.
-"Junior Members" = "Junior Deputies"
-"Code Vermillion." I made an entire post on this a while back, but to summarize, Vermillion is a bright, slightly orange-y red, and in most episodes is Darrell's exact color. And Vermillion, as a red pigment, tends to darken over time into purple and black -- and SF and PV have connections to both glorbs (which Code Vermillion refers to), and to LB as well.
-Darrell has a bunch of weird similarities to Chip Damage as well, who is basically Laser's replacement at POINT, minus being the Charisma discipline rep: Robots made right after LB got iced, green powers, special limited-edition costumes/POW cards, similar dark gray boots, the remote controls (Wisdom class blackboard for Darrell, Final Exams for Chip), possibly both made with actual brain tissue (The flashback to Chip's creation had a brain on one of Greyman's screens), etc. Also, a dumb one, but...remember those Double-Dipped (KO and TKO?) Laser Chips (self-explanatory), that are "probably just a limited-edition" (Darrell).
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Other assorted weird things:
-Darrell’s laser eye attachment shown in Stop Attacking the Plaza -- still being worked on in the episode (and it looks like it has been for a while, since it had been some time since Boxman was in that specific lab...), but used by a Big Darrell in the opening, where it produces a very similar (green) copy of LB's beam.
-Darrell is right-handed, in a left-handed family -- he's shown eating with his right hand in Stop Attacking the Plaza while everyone else is using their left, looks like he’s wielding a lightsaber right-handed in Plaza Film Festival, and draws with his right hand in Villains Night In. Left-handedness is often associated with villains in fiction, so he may not be a full one? (Definitely not as sinister as the rest of them, hehe.) Though, some instances of Darrell using his left hand too, and other bots using their right, so I dunno how strong this particular point is.
-Line to keep an eye on: "Just reboot yourself into a new body! I do it all the time for funsies!" from Rad Likes Robots. Related, Darrell reboots by exploding himself, which is how LB may have "died" and took on a new identity (if he's SF)
-Weird shit from Let's Not Be Skeletons: Potato demonstrates a skeleton remote wearing a cowboy hat, and in addition to turning people into skeletons they remove powers, just like that red orb, and they also left Rad's and Enid's boots intact for some reason. Darrell's also one of the biggest customers of the remotes, using his foes' weapons against them ("What do you say we snag more of them before they fall into the wrong hands? We could even use them against our foes!")
-When we first saw TKO's power manifest in You're Level 100, it was while KO was trying to defeat a giant superpowered Darrell. When we first saw TKO in physical form in Face Your Fears (as KO's "evil burp"), he was sent out to defeat a giant superpowered Laserblast head. When we next saw TKO in, well, TKO (as his true self for the first time), he defeated another giant superpowered Darrell!
-Really dumb one, the letter right before C and D is B, so the acronyms LB and LCD may be a thing?
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Turbo/SF/TKO connections, just in case those turn out to be related to Laser as well:
(Under the cut, since this is long enough already!)
-SF hints that negative emotions, particularly anger, fuel Turbo powers. Darrell has quite a few jealousy and anger issues in general -- "Gets flustered by petty insults," HATES new younger siblings (or existing siblings showing him up and getting more of dad’s attention), etc -- and seems to be way more capable of mayhem than usual when running on these emotions. They even gave him the power to defy his programming and (attempt to) kill Boxman!
-He can also have his power boosted by a ton in a very short amount of time, from level -4 up (down?) to level -100 and able to destroy the plaza in one shot, and for as brief as that level -100 thing was he STILL has yet to be topped as the most powerful villain in the entire series! But, Boxman doesn't do it often -- even regular Big Darrells are implied to NOT be that powerful normally. Perhaps he's holding Darrell back for a reason?
-A lot of emphasis on his brain, similar to TKO: the visible brain is obvious, he has the most noticeable hivemind, and he pilots Big Darrells from inside their braincases similar to how KO and TKO controlled Big KO (even the name's similar!) in TKO's House
-Also, he doesn't have to glitch or change colors with his mood like Shannon does, he can make decisions and go against his programming all on his own -- perhaps he runs mostly on that meat brain? Or maybe his brain is actually a mass of pink glorbs like Jethro got in I Am Jethro that unlocked his intelligence and potential?
-SF's speech to KO in TKO: "Everyone holds you back because they're afraid of your raw, natural ability. They want you small and nice, blissfully unaware of your true potential." Darrell in Lord Cowboy Darrell: "Nobody's gonna hold me back." Shannon to Darrell in Plaza Film Festival: "Where do you think you got all that natural talent?"
-TKO ultimately came out of wanting recognition from his boss. LCD ultimately came out of wanting recognition from his boss.
-That VERY noticeable purple glow in the "I'm the Daddy now!" scene in Lord Cowboy Darrell. Like, to the point it seemed specially painted for emphasis, rather than the normal animation.
-Also, Junior is pretty heavy evidence that Turbo powers do not necessarily = purple, as Junior's powers were all green (and so were Chip's Turbo-ish powerups!) Darrell also has green powers (that even carried over to his human alternate in OK AU, despite Shannon and Raymond getting Enid’s and Rad’s exact same powers and colors), and is sometimes surrounded by Turbo-esque greenish lightning when he's angry, the best example being at the beginning of Legends of Mr Gar after being trash talked (remember that he can't take petty insults; he was PISSED there!)
-(If it looks like I’m insinuating Darrell’s secretly got more power under the hood than even he realizes, I absolutely am.)
-Darrell still has his dark hooded cloak from the pilot, which looks a little like SF's.
-Darrell's the only one who wasn't invited to Junior's funeral, and doesn't give half a shit, instead using it as an opportunity to betray people and take on a new identity. Possibly like LB faking his own death, therefore not attending his own funeral, and taking on a new identity as SF?
-Sneaking through the vents = sneaking through the pipes (SF, maybe how LB survived given that pipe in Let's Take a Moment)?
-Weird broken halo imagery shared between both Darrell and SF in TKO. (Not my observation actually, pointed out by @david-yells-about-cartoons ) Darrell's cloud halo thing in that episode also looks almost exactly like the clouds swirling above KO as he shoots a power fist for the first time at the end of Let's Be Friends…
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About BURI
Someone asked, so I’m gonna consolidate my explanations from chat and Discord.
◆First--there is no “v” sound in Japanese. Some may choose to read it that way, but typically Ivlis(イヴリス) is read “i-BU-RI-su”
On skype calls me and my friends basically only say “Buri-chan” tho lol
◆GOKIBURI = cockroach. BURI can be made into “roach” for translation purposes. In speech, “roach” gets abbreviated to “goki” or “G” most often lol. (cockroaches are so hated that you need to censor their name to “G” for the sake of the weak-hearted). “buri” is a bit more meaningless on it’s own. Just like we lose the meaning if we call roaches “cocks” instea.................ah.
◆buri-buri = SFX for poop. Here is an educational video to explain the deep nuances of the word when used like buriburiburiburiburi: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPml36ECRVQ
◆buriburi can also have other meanings too. You can.... technically... use it for food too... It’s not a bad word... It’s for something firm yet springy. Elasticity. It can have many other meanings depending on context too.
◆EDIT: Also I forgot, but DSP also does fish puns https://funamusea-translations.tumblr.com/post/183259434682/japanese-amberjack-pronounced-buri-smartphone --In the oiran-parody picture of Ivlis (12th illustration here), he’s called 鰤太夫 (Lady Buri / Lady Amberjack)
For Buri-chan’s name, I just translated it by the context of the moment. If he’s using it like SFX, I.... Lmao I just gave up and made it into notes. Right after Satanick compares him to a cockroach, it makes sense to say “roach!”
Satanick calls Ivlis “buri-kasu” early on. It’s like shortening his name and adding “trashy” to it. Here I feel like it’s fine to still say “trashy roach” since that’s the connection Satanick is likely making.
Later, he switches to “Buri-chan” which is just much more like a pet name. It doesn’t carry any context of “roach,” it’s just shortening his name. In the chill school AU where everyone is mostly happy and Buri-chan is mentally stable (FAFK crying sounds), Yosafire calls Ivlis “BURI” too--she’s not calling him roach! It’s a casual nickname here and they are classmates, so it’s normal to have no honorific (hey dude! kinda nuance). “Buri-chan” is another clingy-type of referring to Ivlis.
In summary, SFX are loose in meaning and there are many homophones lol
And Satanick uses elementary-schooler insults lol.
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Summary: It’s the social media AU you never wanted but got anyway! Starring: Roman, a writer gay! Virgil, an artist gay! Logan, a aesthetic/edit/headcanon/not-really-sure gay! Patton, a crafts gay! Continuity? Who’s she? Never heard of her. All we have is fluffy gays and bad attempts at everything else.
Word count: 19784 (THE LONGEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN WOW)
Warnings: Gratuitous musical references, especially Be More Chill and Falsettos because they're my favorites and I'm trash, basic knowledge of them might be required? Also spoilers for Parks and Rec if anyone’s watching that right now, that happened apparently. Unrealistic depictions of online interactions/dating, probably. Panicking. Disappearing from the Internet. And, of course, lots of gay.
Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15745062 (Ao3 deleted my formatting, words can’t do describe my annoyance, I’ll fix it later)
Ships: Prinxiety, Logicality, platonic lamp (every form, not gonna even try)
A/N: Well, we made it. I am happy (and relieved) to finally post this. This is my Big Bang ( @ts-storytime ) fic! It’s a weird format because my dream of making a Social Media AU has finally been realized. This is rEALLY LONG because I am a dumb child and thought, “it won’t be that bad!” It is. It is that bad.
My artist is @hghrules , they are fantastic, I’ll post a link to their part later!
...later has become now, I’m screaming, https://hghrules.tumblr.com/post/177446248126/what-up-heres-my-ts-storytime-art-for check it outttt!
Virgil’s photos were taken by my amazing friend, she has an Instagram at @tofushoes_photography, if you like the photos please consider following her!
And without further ado, let’s start this thing!
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces.tumblr.com
Princey!
Greetings, fair citizens! Thou mayest address me as Princey! I draw occasionally, as well as writing quite often. I am the gayest of the gay, forget this not!
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Logicallylo.tumblr.com
Logic.
Salutations. I am Logic, Lo if we are friends. He/him pronouns please, asexual homoromantic.
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Anxiousanxietyart.tumblr.com
99% anxiety, 1% mess
call me anxiety, or anx if you want. i draw. i’m a socially awkward mess. that’s all.
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Pattonhead.tumblr.com
Your happy pappy Pat!
Hiya, kiddos! I’m Pat, and I love puns, cute animals, and crafts! He/him, feeling ace pantastic as pawssible!! Feel free to chat! :D
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Starbound-big-bang posted:
After months of writers writing, artists preparing, and general anticipating, the writer/artist matchups have been made! Writers, show the artists everything you have so they can start. Artists, you can make as much or as little art as you like, but make sure it’s something you’d appreciate for 6 months of work.
Have fun!
1. @Veerleft — @perisureimace
2. @boundinboundinnrollin — @vectnxaer
3. @awkwardkitty — @veertrash
4. @disneynbroadwaynprinces — @anxiousanxietyart
5. @veertrash71 — @ilovegayrehearsal
6. @pastapastadad — @booksnstuff
7. @mewmewmew — @read-write-water
8. @mostlyhamilton — @drawing-n-art
9. @owlsareawesome — @becky-becca
10. @thefandomlife — @casey
Read more
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Anonymous asked:
Hey, Princey! Oh my gosh I love your art??? And your fics are fantastic aahh???? Especially your collabs with LogicallyLo? How did you two meet?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces answered:
Thank you most kindly, Anon! Thou hast earned shiny Internet Golden Points! ‘Tis a long, thrilling tale, full of magic and danger! @logicallylo and I met when I rescued him from a vicious—
L: We’re brothers. That is the extent of the tale. Princey is exaggerating. As always. He is quite incorrigible.
P: You take the drama out of everything, dear Lo.
L: As the elder brother, it is my job.
P: ANYWAYS, I introduced him to Starbound after listening to the musical soundtrack, and we read the books together. We became quite obsessed.
L: I also beta his fics. That is what brothers are for: so that they don’t make foolish spelling mistakes.
P: I do not?? Rude????
L: Sure. Lie to the Internet.
P: Everyone makes mistakes with these things!
L: I don’t.
P: October 24th, 20XX?
L: We agreed to never speak of this again. Thank you for asking, Anon.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
Greetings, Bounders! I humbly beg forgiveness for lack of content lately. I can, however, promise that that will change, very soon. No exact date yet, but keep your eyes peeled!
Veerleft replied:
Dark Princey show us the Veer angst
Perisureimace replied:
Ooh, can’t wait!
Veertrash71 replied:
You literally posted a doodle yesterday. It hasn’t been that long…
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Anonymous asked:
Hey there Princey! I really love your art, but I was wondering: what the heckety heck is Starbound? Thanks!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces answered:
Greetings, Nonny! Welcome to the Starbound fandom! We have red space gelatin and canon gays. Allow me to explain:
Starbound is a book-series-turned-musical-turned-almost-TV-show about space exploration and aliens with no concept of the gender binary. The cast of characters includes the protagonist, Peri, a part-human ace child who can kick some serious butt. There is also Vect, the bi/pan/is it bi if it’s in space/who even knows anymore disaster mechanic with some blaster talent. He used to date Peri, but now they’re the best platonic buds around. There’s also Xaer (Xay-eer), a pan cinnamon roll genderqueer fashion extraordinaire who has never even heard of the gender binary, zey are amazing and I love zem.
Veer is the ship Vect/Xaer. Need I say more? They are heavily coded gay and canonically queer, so it’s only a matter of time, I say.
To say any more would spoil stuff, so go read the books and listen to the musical and avoid the movie like the Black Plague and wait for Starbound: Awaken and the TV show while writing 50 tons of Veer fanfic like the rest of us!
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Pattonhead:
Heya, Logic! I saw your concept art for a Murder Mystery Detectives Veer AU, and I was intrigued! I’m not that good at drawin’, but maybe I could make something? Or maybe just talk about it?
Logicallylo:
Salutations, Pat. Please, call me Lo. Feel free to do whatever you like with my AUs, so long as you tag me in the finished product.
Pattonhead:
Aw, thanks, Lo!
Logicallylo:
You are very welcome. It is my pleasure.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Stop pondering the meaning of life and come eat dinner, nerd!
Logicallylo:
On my way, prep.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You know, you could have just typed omw?
Logicallylo:
MYOB.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No one says that anymore
Logicallylo:
MYOB.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Greetings, Anxiety! It has come to my attention that we have been paired up for the Starbound Big Bang!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I am Princey, it is a pleasure to meet you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
umm… hi, Princey?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Hello! Do you happen to have a Google Docs? I can share what I have with you so you can begin to do your drawing thing!
Anxiousanxietyart:
um, yeah.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Splendid! Here’s the link: XXXXXXXXX
Anxiousanxietyart:
thanks.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Here’s to working with you, Anxiety!
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Anxiousanxietyart:
patton why did i let you convince me to do this big bang thing, i had to meet a new person, why
Pattonhead:
Now, kiddo, it’s just one new person. That’s progress! I’m really proud of you!
Anxiousanxietyart:
thanks, i guess?
Pattonhead:
You have a lot of love to give, my child.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...okaaay then?
Pattonhead:
You know I love you, you majestic and amazing sea otter giraffe, you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
sea otter giraffe? that’s a new one
Pattonhead:
ssh child sleep now
Anxiousanxietyart:
...it’s 2 pm
Pattonhead:
s s h c h i l d s l e e p n o w :)
Anxiousanxietyart:
...okay then
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
P: So, recently, my good ol’ bro @logicallylo was an idiot, and he might have thrown his computer at a wall. It’s broken now. So he’ll be using mine for now. Because of this inconvenience, I have decided to take this opportunity to make it into a bonding excercise!
L: Bonding excercise?
P: Yes, just go with it Supernerd!
L: Essentially, you may now ask me and Princey questions, and we will answer them to the best of our ability.
P: So let’s do this thing!
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Anonymous asked:
Are you two twins! Who’s older?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces answered:
L: I am the elder, and yes, we are twins.
P: But I’m taller!
L: Tallness has nothing to do with it. I’m older, I have always been older, I will always be older.
P: Sure, shortie.
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Veerleft asked:
What’s your favorite Starbound book?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces answered:
P: TAKE OFF! It’s really fantastic, and very gay.
L: For once, I must agree with my brother. Yes, Take Off is the best, objectively.
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Perisureimace asked:
Any pets?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces answered:
P: Verily!
L: ...verily?
P: Just roll with it. I have plans to procure a hamster, and will post a poll for names soon!
L: No pets here.
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Anonymous asked:
Lo, what’s your favorite book? Princey, what’s your favorite musical?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces answered:
P: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA HOW CAN I CHOOSE?! uMMMMMMMMM I’M REALLY INTO BE MORE CHILL RIGHT NOW, AND SINCE I’M IN A PRODUCTION OF FALSETTOS, THAT TOO?? YOU ARE TRULY EVIL ANON
L: I could not possibly pick one favorite book. There are simply too many to pick. That being said, I would be morally obligated to say that I am quite fond of detective novels, such as Sherlock Holmes and The Murder of Roger Ackwood.
P: ...that all could have been said in about 6 times less words…
L: Perhaps. However, unlike you, I prefer to use a great many words, as it shows my infinitesimal knowledge.
P: mhmm. Sure.
L: What does that mean?
P: oh, nothing! Nothing at all!
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
L: I have now procured a computer. You need not send any more questions, but thank you for the previous ones.
P: This was very fun! I thank you all most kindly, young Padawans!
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Anxiousanxietyart posted a photo:
this is just a sketch i made. i was listening to silhouette by owl city and angst happened. i’m sorry in advance.
Veertrash71 replied:
Wow I didn’t need my heart???
Veerleft replied:
Why would you do this Anxietyyyyyyyy
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Pattonhead:
Virge? You doin’ ok, kiddo?
Anxiousanxietyart:
yeah, i’m fine, why?
Pattonhead:
Just checkin’ in. Love you <3
Anxiousanxietyart:
love you too <3
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yo, Anx!
Anxiousanxietyart:
um, what’s happening?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
So, my dude, if we are to work together for the Big Bang, we should know some more things about each other.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...okaaayyy?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Soooooooooo:
Anxiousanxietyart:
sooooooooo?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Twentyyyy questionsssss!
Anxiousanxietyart:
what.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You know, twenty questions!
Anxiousanxietyart:
how does guessing objects help to get to know a person?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
What?
Anxiousanxietyart:
what?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No, I ask you a question about yourself, you answer, you ask me a question, and so on!
Anxiousanxietyart:
...i think we’re thinking of two different games here.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No kidding, Sir Glooms-a-lot
Anxiousanxietyart:
what?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
It seemed to fit.
Anxiousanxietyart:
well, you know me well enough if it seemed to fit. guess we don’t need to do the question thing.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No, we’re doing this!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’ll start us off:
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
What’s your favorite color?
Anxiousanxietyart:
…
Anxiousanxietyart:
really?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yes really!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Mine is red, specifically stage curtain red, although gold is suitably regal as well. What is your answer?
Anxiousanxietyart:
um
Anxiousanxietyart:
i like purple.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ah, purple! The color of kings!
Anxiousanxietyart:
also black.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Let me guess, like your soul?
Anxiousanxietyart:
no
Anxiousanxietyart:
like the void where my soul would reside, if i were to still have one.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
…
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ooookaayyy. I asked for it.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Now you ask!
Anxiousanxietyart:
are you bored or something?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
MASSIVELY.
Anxiousanxietyart:
sorry, gotta go help out pat with something.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh, okay. See you later
Anxiousanxietyart:
bye
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Can we do something? I’m really bored aahhh
Logicallylo:
Could you bother someone else?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Anxiety left, and everyone else is offline, and my theatre friends are sick or busy
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Help me Logi-Wan Kenobi
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You’re my only hope
Logicallylo:
Very well. Would you like to meet me in the kitchen?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
YES!
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Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Anxiousanxietyart:
did i mess it all up?
Pattonhead:
Oh, kiddo.
Pattonhead:
You didn’t mess anything up! You’re a sweet summer child and you could never mess anything up!
Anxiousanxietyart:
i feel like i made him hate me. how could he not hate me after that?
Anxiousanxietyart:
why am i such a mess, patton?
Pattonhead:
You just need to talk to him! Explain yourself!
Pattonhead:
And you’re not a mess! You’re Virgil Brava. You are an amazing, kind, loving person, and if you say one more self-deprecating thing I will physically fight you <3
Anxiousanxietyart:
thanks, pat. love you.
Pattonhead:
Love you too <33
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Anxiousanxietyart:
hey
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Greetings!
Anxiousanxietyart:
sorry
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
What for?
Anxiousanxietyart:
it’s just
Anxiousanxietyart:
i feel like we got off on the wrong foot, and i definitely should have phrased needing to go help feed the pets better, and i’ve been thinking about this slightly obsessively all day, and i
Anxiousanxietyart:
i just felt like i owed you an apology or something.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Hey, no biggie! Lo and I figured out how NOT to make cookies and instead make a huge mess of flour fight residue, so no harm done!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
(except to the kitchen. rip kitchen.)
Anxiousanxietyart:
haha, thanks.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No problem.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I have to go now, but maybe we can finish 20 questions later?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’d love to.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
@logicallylo Trade-off poetry, go!
Logicallylo replied:
I
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Saw
Logicallylo replied:
It
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
In
Logicallylo replied:
The
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Window
Logicallylo replied:
And
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
I
Logicallylo replied:
Couldn’t
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Dismiss
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
...you guys are literally quoting bmc.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
;)
Logicallylo replied:
Wow.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
princey. you are the biggest nerd I’ve ever known, and i know lo.
Logicallylo replied:
…he has a point.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Betrayal!! How could you do this?! I trusted you!!!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
do you know me.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You know BMC?!
Anxiousanxietyart:
duh.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I can’t get any of my friends into it for some reason!
Anxiousanxietyart:
maybe because “listen to this musical! it’s about a guy who takes a computer pill to boost his self-esteem but it takes over the school” is hard to promote?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
…a fair point to you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
also, you have friends?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
RUDE. Who else would put on Falsettos with me in a few weeks?
Anxiousanxietyart:
who are you? jason?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ha ha, no. Too tall to be 13.
Anxiousanxietyart:
maybe marvin, then. you’re self-obsessed enough, if nothing else.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Marvin is a wonderfully well-developed character, shush.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And I’m Whizzer!
Anxiousanxietyart:
the one with the worst name.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Mendel. Weisenbachfeld.
Anxiousanxietyart:
true.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Who would you play?
Anxiousanxietyart:
trina. i’m always breaking down, it’d be easy.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I knew you were a (Michael) Well Of Despair, but no need for theatrics! Don’t say such things!
Anxiousanxietyart:
we’re discussing musicals. with you, most dramatic of dramatic. theatrics are a given.
Anxiousanxietyart:
also, too late :)))
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Nooooo! I’m forbidding you from saying bad things about yourself!
Anxiousanxietyart:
you sound like pat.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Darn right I do! From now on, every time you say something bad about yourself, you have to come up with at least 3 good things.
Anxiousanxietyart:
and if i don’t…?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’ll tell Pat and he’ll fight you. Heck, I’ll fight you!
Anxiousanxietyart:
you couldn’t beat me in a fistfight. you’re too small.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces!
Square up cutie, I have a black belt in karate and I’m not afraid to use it!
Anxiousanxietyart:
hmm. really.
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Anxiousanxietyart:
does princey have a black belt in karate?
Logicallylo:
Well, brown belt black stripe, so technically no. Why do you ask?
Anxiousanxietyart:
thanks, specs
Logicallylo:
You are welcome, Eyeshadow^3
Anxiousanxietyart:
…umm you should… probably work on your nicknames
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Anxiousanxietyart:
you liar.
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
BETRAYAL! The karate studio closed the week before I was to get my black belt!
Anxiousanxietyart:
details, details…
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
After I go fight Lo, wHO WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET HIS BELT BEFORE IT CLOSED, you’re next.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’m terrified. you’re so fierce.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Heck yeah I am!
Anxiousanxietyart:
i was being sarcastic.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
rude.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted a photo:
[photo]
BEHOLD THE AS-OF-YET-UNNAMED HEIR TO THE KINGDOM, PRINCE HAMSTER!
Help vote on his name! Here are the top cantidades as of right now:
- Evan Hamsen
- Alexander Hamsterton
- Jeremy Heerester
- Mendel Weisenbachham
- Why do so many musical characters have last names with the first letter H?
Opinions?
Veertrash71 replied:
ALEXANDER HAMSTERTON
Logicallylo replied:
You are not naming your hamster any of those.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Watch me.
Pattonhead replied:
All these names are really ham-tastic!
Logicallylo replied:
...stop.
Pattonhead replied:
:) no
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
these are all simultaneously terrible and amazing. how.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
You all still have to VOTE…
Logicallylo replied:
All of them are terrible.
Pattonhead replied:
All of them are wonderful!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
nah.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
You are all the worst. I guess Alexander Hamsterton it is.
Veertrash71 replied:
:D
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Thank you, Pat, for your help with finding hamster puns!
Pattonhead:
My purr-leasure! :3
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Do you happen to have any more?
Pattonhead:
Fur sure! Coming right ruff! :D
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’m sure Lo would love for you to send him puns… :)
Pattonhead:
Ooh that’s a pawsitively wonderful idea!
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Pattonhead:
Fur reals, we need to talk more!
Logicallylo:
…did you mean to send this to me?
Pattonhead:
Yep, purr-etty sure you are the one :)
Logicallylo:
I don’t like puns… why?
Pattonhead:
Are you suuuure? That seems like a ruff decision to make.
Logicallylo:
…
Logicallylo:
Very sure.
Pattonhead:
I coulda sworn you liked them… guess I was wrong…
Logicallylo:
I am the wrong target for this. You are barking up the wrong tree.
Pattonhead:
…
Logicallylo:
Oh no.
Pattonhead:
you mADE A PUN!!!!!!!!!!
Logicallylo:
Unintentionally! This means nothing!
Pattonhead:
I will get you to make more puns if it’s the last thing I do!
Logicallylo:
We shall see.
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Anxiousanxietyart:
patton.
Pattonhead:
Yes?
Anxiousanxietyart:
you’re flirting.
Pattonhead:
No?? I’m not???
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes you were.
Pattonhead:
What?
Anxiousanxietyart:
never did I ever think I would see the day
Anxiousanxietyart:
that Patton Spider
Anxiousanxietyart:
my best friend and roommate
Anxiousanxietyart:
flirts with someone
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’m shocked.
Pattonhead:
Who would I have possibly flirted with?
Anxiousanxietyart:
with lo, of course.
Pattonhead:
...oh.
Pattonhead:
Well, I wasn’t flirting with him!
Anxiousanxietyart:
i saw your messages. that was flirting.
Pattonhead:
...you can’t prove anything!
Anxiousanxietyart:
mm hmm. anyways, come over here. i have cookie dough. wanna make chocolate chip?
Pattonhead:
Virgil. I love you so much. You know me so well!
Anxiousanxietyart:
love you too pat.
———————
Pattonhead posted an image:
Chocolate chip cookies with the best best friend in the world! <3
@anxiousanxietyart deserves the world and I’d give it to him if I could and he helped me make these so at least I can give him half of these cookies!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
no, you’re the best best friend in the galaxy, pat.
Pattonhead replied:
I love you more than the stars and moons and universes.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
...you win this time
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Those look really good??? I want one????
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
too bad, princey :)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
whyyyyy
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
:)
Pattonhead replied:
Now, now, kiddos, be nice.
Logicallylo replied:
Those do indeed look quite delicious, Pat.
Pattonhead replied:
Aww, thanks Lo! :3
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Is that what you call flirting Logan?
Logicallylo:
Shut up.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Wrote a bit on the fic, check it out!
Anxiousanxietyart:
um, okay.
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
hey, so one question.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Bring it!
Anxiousanxietyart:
did. you. make. a. little. mermaid. au???
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yes, duh!
Anxiousanxietyart:
...well, if nothing else, it will be fun to draw.
Anxiousanxietyart:
that being said, why.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
It was fun! Also it fit really well! Thou mayest judge me, but that will be your loss!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Also, since I find the most plot holes (read: any) of any Disney movie in it, it is my sacred duty to fix them in this fic.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i mean, it’s a good idea?????? it’s just not what i was expecting is all
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
But of course, doing what others expect is not the Roman way!
Anxiousanxietyart:
roman?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...Logan’ll kill me
Anxiousanxietyart:
logan???
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Curse my loose lips! Ah look at that, tis time to leave! Places to be...
Anxiousanxietyart:
your name... is roman?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...yes...
Anxiousanxietyart:
that's a pretty name
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You think so?
Anxiousanxietyart:
yeah
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
well, thanks, Anx.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...do i need to say my name? is that how it works?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No! You don’t have to!
Anxiousanxietyart:
okay.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...maybe later, who knows.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
!!!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Of course, it’s only if you want to! It’s your decision!
Anxiousanxietyart:
gtg, bye
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Goodbye, Anx.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Uhh, Logan? I think I did a mistake.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Logicallylo:
Roman. You are an idiot.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I knoooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
What do I do now?
Logicallylo:
Do I need to give you the Stranger Danger talk?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Please don’t.
Logicallylo:
I won’t, but only because it would be more effective to tell you in person.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ughhhhhhhhh fiiiineeeeeeee. I know I deserve it. Kinda.
Logicallylo:
‘Kinda’?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Absolutely deserve it.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
But he’s not a creepy stalker! He’s Anx!
Logicallylo:
“Anx” could be a front in order to lure disaster gays to meeting with him in order to murder you or eat you or something.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
EAT me? Now, I know I seem delicious, but that seems just bizarre. I thought I was the creative one here!
Logicallylo:
Oy vey.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And fear not, I will not be meeting with him anytime soon, if ever. Besides, there are possibly many Romans in this world, much less the US!
Logicallylo:
That does seem reasonably logical… However, be careful. You never know what people’s motives are on the Internet.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yeah, alright.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And now…
Logicallylo:
Roman. What are you doing.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
;)
Logicallylo:
You are going to die.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Live a little, Logan!
Logicallylo:
You can’t do if you’re dead.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Why.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
PAT! COME HITHER AT ONCE!
Pattonhead:
Yes Princey?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Thou mayest call me Roman now.
Pattonhead:
Oh okay!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And do you perchance like hamsters?
Pattonhead:
All pets are valid!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Boom.
Pattonhead:
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HE’S SO ADORABLKESJVABFHRSIHVIUHSDFIGJIRSTJHBG
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I know :)
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Your crush knows my name now.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Logicallylo:
First of all, he is not my crush. I have no crush. I am unfeeling.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Nice try to the person who’s known you since you were sobbing because you lost your stuffed bee.
Logicallylo:
I’m going to ignore that.
Logicallylo:
Second of all, I hope I don’t have to explain to you why that was a terrible idea and if you get murdered in your bed, I won’t mourn you.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Pat won’t murder me in my bed. He’s too soft.
Logicallylo:
Oh I meant by me. Out of anger at your stupidity.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
…
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Point taken.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
But don’t my brave actions inspire you to do something about your situation?
Logicallylo:
No. Not really.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Talk. To. Him.
Logicallylo:
Why would I do that?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Because he’s a soft puffball and he likes you.
Logicallylo:
No he doesn’t. He doesn’t even know me. And I don’t know him. He could very well be 80 years old and wishing to murder me.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Not romantically! Not yet, at least.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
He likes you as a person! That means the spark for romance is there!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Besides, this is Pat you’re talking about. Biggest-puffball-in-the-universe Pat. Are you aware of the words exiting your fingertips?
Logicallylo:
Oy vey.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
tALK TO HIM! IT IS YOUR DESTINY!
Logicallylo:
...fine.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
HUZZAH!
Logicallylo:
Only because I know you will pester me until I do.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You know me too well.
Logicallylo:
I. Am. Your. Brother.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Okay, Darth.
———————
Logicallylo:
So.
Logicallylo:
Hello, Pat.
Pattonhead:
Hiya Lo! :D
Logicallylo:
How has your day been going?
Pattonhead:
It’s been pretty good so far! Yours?
Logicallylo:
It has been satisfactory.
Pattonhead:
That’s… good?
Logicallylo:
It is.
Pattonhead:
Yay!
Logicallylo:
...so, how’s the weather where you are?
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
The weather? Really?
Logicallylo:
Why are you still here? Why are you looking over my shoulder? ...why are you messaging me instead of talking?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Because I can.
Logicallylo:
But why?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Because I can.
Logicallylo:
Ugh.
———————
Pattonhead:
It’s raining a little, but I don’t mind! Virgil and I are havin’ a lil movie night!
Logicallylo:
That sounds nice. What movie(s) are you watching?
Pattonhead:
Well, I say movie night. I really mean we’re rerererewatching Parks and Rec for the 45th Time.
Logicallylo:
I see.
Pattonhead:
It’s a good show!
Logicallylo:
It is indeed. Where are you at?
Pattonhead:
Season 3 :)
Logicallylo:
What’s your favorite character?
Pattonhead:
WHY DO YOU MAKE ME MAKE THESE IMPOSSIBLE DECISIONS LO?!?!
Logicallylo:
Because I wish to know more about you.
Pattonhead:
Oh.
Logicallylo:
Yeah.
Pattonhead:
Uhh, I would honestly die for Ann she is my child I love her
Pattonhead:
Also Leslie in general? She’s just great?? AND tHE TRIPLETS!!!! I cried aah
Logicallylo:
Ann is indeed a good character.
Pattonhead:
:D
Logicallylo:
Objectively, everything about Tom’s business strategies is terrible and ineffective and illogical. However, Roman appears to enjoy him to some extent, for what reasons I cannot fathom.
Logicallylo:
Ron has earned my admiration, although the probability knowing how that happened is as unlikely as Mark Brendanawicz (how is his last name spelled again?) returning.
Pattonhead:
Oh yeah I forgot about him! Aww I’m sorry now
Logicallylo:
There is need to be. He was likely removed for a reason.
Pattonhead:
Who’s your favorite character?
Logicallylo:
…
Pattonhead:
Hey, there’s no bad characters!
Logicallylo:
...while I do enjoy Ben (despite his infuriating refusals of perfectly logical job offers for Leslie, of all things), he is not my favorite character.
Pattonhead:
Who is it? You can tell me!
Logicallylo:
…
Logicallylo:
Objectively, I respect the heck out of Jerry.
Pattonhead:
That… is not what I was expecting.
Pattonhead:
But Jerry is good too! He deserves love <3
Logicallylo:
I agree, and when he got to be mayor it was quite satisfying.
Pattonhead:
Virgil likes April, of course. He seems to find her relatable :)
Logicallylo:
That makes sense.
Pattonhead:
What about Roman?
Logicallylo:
He is quite fond of “Treat yo self”, obviously.
Pattonhead:
Ooh that’s good too!
Pattonhead:
Oh! I gotta go now, Virgil’s looking at me weird.
Pattonhead:
Talk to you later?
Logicallylo:
Of course.
Pattonhead:
YAY! See ya, Lo!
Logicallylo:
...Logan.
Pattonhead:
?
Logicallylo:
You can call me Logan. That is my given name.
Pattonhead:
Oh. I’m Patton!
Logicallylo:
So your username is not a typo?
Pattonhead:
Haha, nope! XD Night, Logan! <3
Logicallylo:
Goodnight, Patton. I hope you sleep well.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
That went well ;)
Logicallylo:
His name is Patton.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...you got his NAME?!
Logicallylo:
His URL is a pun.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
It wasn’t a typo?
Logicallylo:
A self-referential pun.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Exactly your type, isn’t he?
Logicallylo:
...I am going away from you. I have no destination in mind. I simply need to exit your presence.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Rude.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Wait, who the heckity heck five abs and a peck is Virgil?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Logan?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Didn't get that answer, huh?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ugh, nvm.
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
patton, you’re not even paying attention.
Pattonhead:
Sorry kiddo! I guess I’m a little distracted.
Anxiousanxietyart:
there was a puppy onscreen. you didn't even look up, much less start screaming and crying as usual.
Pattonhead:
...a little distracted, that’s all.
Anxiousanxietyart:
this isn’t distraction, this is straight up black magic.
Pattonhead:
Kiddo, it’s you and me here. It cannot be straight up.
Anxiousanxietyart:
true, but not the point.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...wait.
Pattonhead:
What is it?
Anxiousanxietyart:
you’ve been staring at your phone all night, smiling like
Anxiousanxietyart:
...oh.
Pattonhead:
??
Anxiousanxietyart:
you’ve been talking to lo, haven’t you?
Pattonhead:
...yes, what about it?
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh my gosh Patton, you are not subtle at all.
Pattonhead:
He messaged me, and we’ve been talking a lot, and he’s just really nice, that’s all!
Anxiousanxietyart:
mm hmm…
Anxiousanxietyart:
don’t lie. lying is wrong.
Pattonhead:
I'm not lying!
Anxiousanxietyart:
if you say so…
Pattonhead:
I do say so!
Anxiousanxietyart:
then come watch april be socially awkward and relateable in the corner
Pattonhead:
Okay! :D
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Wait, who the heckity heck five abs and a peck is Virgil?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Logan?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Didn't get that answer, huh?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ugh, nvm.
Anxiousanxietyart:
?!?!?!?!?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh, sorry Anx! I meant to send that to Logan.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...or logicallylo, since he seems to be telling everyone his name tonight.
Anxiousanxietyart:
where the hell did you hear that name?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Uhh, while spying on my brother messaging with his crush, why?
Anxiousanxietyart:
…
Anxiousanxietyart:
no reason. i just know someone named virgil. that's all.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ah, okay.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
So not because your name is Virgil?
Anxiousanxietyart:
no
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’m not a murderer, don’t worry. I will not use this information to find you and kill you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
um.
Anxiousanxietyart:
not reassuring.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
What can I do to prove my identity?
Anxiousanxietyart:
give me your full name? sell me your soul? sign an oath in blood that you are prince roman of singalongland?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
YOU might murder ME if I give you my full name, I already sold my soul, and how would you know it was my blood?
Anxiousanxietyart:
you could take a video of you signing it?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
OF COURSE! A SELFIE!
Anxiousanxietyart:
eww no.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
eWW YES!
Anxiousanxietyart:
why.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You cannot dissuade me now! It is too late!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
But you must take one too, so as to prove I’m not sending my beautiful visage to a random 80 year old man named Chuck.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i… haven’t ever taken a selfie before… and i'm not a random 80 year old man named chuck...
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Well, I am a champ in the Great Selfie Game, so you may learn from a mASTER!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And I'll believe it when I see it, CHUCK.
Anxiousanxietyart:
Okay, but until I see you, you can't prove you’re not an 80 year old woman named gertrude, so you have to go first.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’m not an 80 year old woman named GERTRUDE!
Anxiousanxietyart:
Whatever you say, gertrude.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Logan help me
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh wait you’re asleep
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
So if I get murdered because of this, it’s your fault okay
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
For not stopping me I mean.
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
patton help i don’t know how to selfie
Pattonhead:
Kiddo, it’s late? I thought you were going to sleep now?
Anxiousanxietyart:
sleep is for the weak.
Anxiousanxietyart:
also, i might have promised roman a selfie…
Anxiousanxietyart:
help.
Pattonhead:
Why would you do that?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i have a death wish
Pattonhead:
KIDDO NO
Anxiousanxietyart:
also because i'm weak and gay
Pattonhead:
Don't talk bad about yourself!
Anxiousanxietyart:
that’s not talking bad about myself…
Pattonhead:
Anyways, I will help you with taking a selfie!
Anxiousanxietyart:
Thanks, pat.
Pattonhead:
Np! :D
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I HAVE RETURNED FROM TAKING THE SELFIE OF YOUR DREAMS AND AM READY TO RECEIVE THE SELFIE OF MINE!
Anxiousanxietyart:
um. it’s hardly that.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Nonsense! I’m sure you look as fantastic as you are inside!
Anxiousanxietyart:
uhh.
Anxiousanxietyart:
can you go first?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Absolutely!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ta-da!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Feast upon my glorious visage!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...Virgil?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You there?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Wow I can’t believe my stunning good looks actually killed a man
———————
Pattonhead:
Kiddo, what was that thunk?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i'm gay.
Pattonhead:
Hi gay, I'm Patton!
Anxiousanxietyart:
can you come here?
Pattonhead:
We’re in the same room, Virge.
———————
"Patton please burn my phone I can't stand to see such magnificence."
"...I'm sorry, what?"
Virgil held up his phone, blushing furiously. There was the picture that had murdered him. The brown and green eyes that had captured him. The reddish brown hair that he wanted to run his hands through. The smirk on his face that he wanted to ki...
"If you ever cared about me, you will get rid of this picture of Roman so I can stop looking at it." His face was as red as Roman’s magnificent locks.
Patton looked smug. Too smug. "Sorry, kiddo, but nope."
"Dangit!"
Virgil fell over sideways on the bed, groaning, face flushing. Patton patted his head comfortingly.
Suddenly, Virgil shot up. “OH MY GOSH I NEVER RESPONDED!”
He lunged for his phone.
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
you are really wow.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
It took you 25 minutes to say that? My self esteem is pretty high already but wow, you could have warned me.
Anxiousanxietyart:
no, like good wow.
Anxiousanxietyart:
like stunning wow.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Thanks.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i only speak the truth.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’d hope so!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Okay, Chuck, your turn?
Anxiousanxietyart:
okay um so i’m not as pretty as you or anything or at all but um here you asked for it
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Anxiousanxietyart:
i know i took like half an hour to respond but honestly please don’t.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Um
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Wow
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You’re kind of really stellar, you know that?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i most certainly am not!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You most certainly are! Beauty calls to beauty!
Anxiousanxietyart:
wow.
———————
Roman gasped openly at the sight of such beauty, and didn't care if Logan heard him or not.
The purple and black hoodie covered part of the boy's face, but even in the dark room, Roman could still make out his utter splendor. His dark brown-black hair was dyed a brilliant purple, and it partially covered his eyes, which were a stunning indigo color. Black eyeshadow was smeared beneath them too carelessly to be truly careless. He had a small, almost shy smile on his face, and beneath the white foundation, were those...
"FRECKLES?!" He yelled in surprise and delight.
"ROMAN WHAT THE ACTUAL CROFTERS."
Oops.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
So my brother is awake now.
Anxiousanxietyart:
???
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I screamed upon seeing you and woke him up.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oops.
Anxiousanxietyart:
well there goes the last of my self esteem
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No, good scream! Very good scream!
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh
Anxiousanxietyart:
um
Anxiousanxietyart:
okay
Anxiousanxietyart:
wait what time is it for you?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Like 1 am-ish?
Anxiousanxietyart:
same here, but go to hecking sleep!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Says you!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Fiiiiiiiine. But only to appease the angry monster of a brother woken from his (much-needed, if I may say so) beauty sleep.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Goodnight, Virgil. Sleep well.
Anxiousanxietyart:
night, ro.
———————
Logicallylo:
Why was I the only one to get any sleep last night?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh let me sleep
Logicallylo:
You woke me up, I wake you up.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Why.
Logicallylo:
Because I can. I believe the correct emoticon to use here would be “:)”
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You make me so proud, and yet so furious.
Logicallylo:
:)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And now, LET ME SLEEP FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
Logicallylo:
Sure. If you can.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
oh good lord.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
wHY ARE YOU PRACTICING THE CELLO AT 6 AM
Logicallylo:
I shall not respond, for I am too busy playing the cello.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Uuuuughhhhhhhhh you’re evil. Evil.
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh gosh what have i done
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Logicallylo:
Why are you messaging me specifically with this? I play no part in this. I was asleep.
Anxiousanxietyart:
because you have more common sense than anyone else i know.
Anxiousanxietyart:
also, patton is asleep, and i’d rather die than wake him up.
Logicallylo:
True.
Logicallylo:
You were tired, I believe, and not thinking straight. Is that correct?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i never think straight, lo.
Logicallylo:
True. However, I did some research, and there are 81,875 people in the U.S. with the first name Virgil.
Anxiousanxietyart:
how did you—you know what? never mind.
Logicallylo:
I used logic. It was quite simple, but the fact that Roman has used the same password for his phone for 10 years helps.
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh my gosh.
Logicallylo:
There are 6 time zones in the US, so 81,875 divided by 6 is approximately 13645.833 Virgils in this time zone, so the odds of a potential stalker finding you is very unlikely.
Logicallylo:
Plus, I can vouch for Roman.
Logicallylo:
[image]
Logicallylo:
He’s sleeping on the couch right now. It is almost noon. He should not be sleeping. This is not promoting a healthy sleep schedule.
Anxiousanxietyart:
thanks, lo.
Logicallylo:
Call me Logan.
Logicallylo:
And you’re welcome.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...but warn me before you send me these images? i need time to prepare before another pic of roman?
Logicallylo:
You mean this guy?
Logicallylo:
[image]
Logicallylo:
This boy right here?
Anxiousanxietyart:
stooooooppppppppp
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’d take a photo of patton in retaliation, but he’s asleep in the other room and i would rather be tortured in tartarus for all eternity than betray him.
Logicallylo:
I see what’s happening here, Virgil.
Anxiousanxietyart:
???
Logicallylo:
You cannot hide from logic and reason.
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes i can.
Anxiousanxietyart:
freakin watch me.
Logicallylo:
Virgil. Why.
Anxiousanxietyart:
because i’m in denial and i will run from my feelings forever
Logicallylo:
That is not healthy, Virgil.
Anxiousanxietyart:
well well well, look who’s a hypocrite.
Logicallylo:
I do not run from my feelings! I simply do not have them.
Anxiousanxietyart:
mm hmm. go message patton, then.
Logicallylo:
That I will.
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Logicallylo:
Salutations.
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Logicallylo:
...I have realized that he is asleep.
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes.
Logicallylo:
You knew this.
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes.
Logicallylo:
You said this multiple times.
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes.
Logicallylo:
Virgil Lastname.
Anxiousanxietyart:
brava for you on your attempt at guessing.
Logicallylo:
Honestly. Why.
Anxiousanxietyart:
because it’s fun.
Logicallylo:
You are evil.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i know :)
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Logicallylo posted:
I will now list all the reasons why a regular sleep schedule is necessary, and what not keeping one does to your body. @anxiousanxietyart and @disneynbroadwaynprinces will listen to every single reason, as payment for their crimes.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
you called me evil.
Logicallylo replied:
Reason number one: sleep helps you think. Without sleep, you cannot think straight.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
i have a few choice words to say about that reason, lo
Logicallylo replied:
Hush, I am chiding you for your behavior.
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Pattonhead:
Sorry Logan! I was asleep. How’s it goin?
Logicallylo:
No need to apologize, Patton. It is going well here, how about you?
Pattonhead:
I’m good! A wee bit tired, but that’s ok!
Pattonhead:
Lolo look Khoshekh is on my legs aaaahhhhh???
Pattonhead:
[image]
Logicallylo:
I
Logicallylo:
Um
Logicallylo:
Who is Khoshekh, why did you take a picture of your whole body, how did you take a picture of your whole body when you’re not even holding the device?
Pattonhead:
My cat! :3 Virge named him, of course!
Pattonhead:
Virgil also offered to take the pic so he wouldn’t leave, haha!
Logicallylo:
Ah, of course. I see.
———————
Logicallylo:
Virgil, you evil, evil man.
Anxiousanxietyart:
chaotic neutral baby :)
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Logan was in awe. The boy on the other end of the screen had light brown curly hair and glasses that made him look, somehow, even more adorable than he already was. He was blushing, and had freckles spanning across his entire face and neck. His eyes were the color of clear, clean, blue-green pool water. His grin radiated joy. Everything about him seemed alive alive alive.
Somehow, he was even more cute than the fluffy orange kitten on his lap.
Patton was absolutely stunning, and Logan could do nothing but sit there and attempt to control his heartbeat.
If he had had feelings before, this was nothing compared to now.
He was, objectively, done.
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Logicallylo:
[image]
Logicallylo:
I suppose that it is only logical that if you send me a picture of yourself, one of me is in order.
Logicallylo:
And I thought Roman was the overtired one…
Pattonhead:
Kcoadkdksskmasajxkff
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Patton stared at the picture of the most handsome man he'd ever seen (and he'd gazed upon Virgil's glory). He had black hair with fading blue tips, an angular face (were those freckles on the cheeks? Adorable!), and glasses with the same frames as Patton's own (who'da thunk?). The glasses framed beautiful navy eyes, the precise color of sapphires. He had the small smile of someone who didn’t smile quite as much has he deserved, but when it did, it counted.
Logan was beautiful.
Patton was in love.
He threw his iPad across the room.
A surprised yell came from Virgil in the other room.
Oops.
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Logicallylo:
What happened?
Pattonhead:
I’m sorry, Khoshekh got on the keyboard!
Logicallylo:
Ah, I see.
Pattonhead:
You look really nice!
Pattonhead:
I mean good!
Pattonhead:
I mean pretty!
Pattonhead:
I mean—
Logicallylo:
Thank you, Patton.
Pattonhead:
^-^
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Pattonhead:
Soooooo, Virgil!
Anxiousanxietyart:
yeah?
Pattonhead:
So as it turns out, i miiiiiight have been flirting a liiiiittle with Lo
Pattonhead:
Because I might have a teensy weensy itsy bitsy tiny little bitty crush…
Anxiousanxietyart:
i heckin knew it!
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I have awaken from my beauty sleep!
Anxiousanxietyart:
didn’t know you needed it.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Did you just
Anxiousanxietyart:
i meant—i—oy vey
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You did! YOU DID! Oh happy day!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Great Zeus almighty, I thought this day would never come!
Anxiousanxietyart:
we’ve known each other for only a few weeks, ro.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Forever.
Anxiousanxietyart:
mm hmm totally.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I can taste your sarcasm, Virgil.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
But no matter!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I only have to scroll up to remind myself what you REALLY think about me.
Anxiousanxietyart:
that you’re annoying?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
That I’m hot.
Anxiousanxietyart:
was that selfie really necessary?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yes. Yes it was.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And you didn’t denyyyyyy iiiitttttt
Anxiousanxietyart:
you’re not hot, roman.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
He said, like a liar.
Anxiousanxietyart:
he said, like a man in denial.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
He said, like a man in a river in Egypt
Anxiousanxietyart:
??
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
De Nile
Anxiousanxietyart:
oy vey why
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
I was too lazy to think of a title but it involves Hamilton so
Summary: It’s Vect and Xaer and Peri being the friendos they are, but they’re Hamilton buds and that makes it all better.
Word count: who knows? not I, not I
Warnings: a lot of Hamilton
A/N: Writer’s block sucks. It most verily does. That is why this exists. (In other words, I miiiiiiight have hit a wee bit of a snag with my Big Bang fic…) It is an attempt to salvage my writing skills.
Read more
Veertrash71 replied:
I loooooveeeeee it! Aaaaaahhhhh it’s so fluffyyyyyy
Perisureimace replied:
I’m pretty sure I’m gonna explode from all the Hamilton haha
Veerleft replied:
This is canon now I decided
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Lo and I are having a mooooovie night!
Anxiousanxietyart:
weren’t you up super late last night? why is he endorsing this behavior
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Because we’re watching Rogue One and he’s gay for Cassian Andor (who isn’t tbh)
Anxiousanxietyart:
i… haven’t seen it…
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
G A S P ! ! ! HOW D A R E
Anxiousanxietyart:
umm i just? never did? it can’t ever be as good as the original trilogy so
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Umm, it’s pretty far up there! Worth watching at the very L E A S T
Anxiousanxietyart:
you’ll have to tell me about it
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You. Me. FaceTime. Now.
Anxiousanxietyart:
um??? what is happening
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You are Going to Watch this Movie with me, and you Will Like It!
Anxiousanxietyart:
is there a choice?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Do you have a pressing appointment?
Anxiousanxietyart:
nope, free all day
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Than nope!
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh my gosh roman
Anxiousanxietyart:
i didn’t peg you for a diehard star wars fan?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
…how??? I’m like the biggest freaking Star Wars nerd since Logan (well, he likes Star Trek better, honestly how are we even related)
Anxiousanxietyart:
i have realized my mistake
Anxiousanxietyart:
(and star trek is totally better?)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
nO NOT YOU TOO!?!?!
Anxiousanxietyart:
there are a lot of reasons, which i can and would list, but i only need one:
Anxiousanxietyart:
which was first to have canon gays, hmm?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Finn and Poe came before Culber and Stamets??
Anxiousanxietyart:
but stormpilot isn’t canon
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Not with that attitude it isn’t!
Anxiousanxietyart:
oy vey.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Also, Baze and Chirrut are totally married wHICH REMINDS ME, ROGUE ONE. NOW.
Anxiousanxietyart:
…
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
please?
Anxiousanxietyart:
alright fine.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
YAY! ONWARDS, MY NOBLE KNIGHT, AND LET US B E G I N!
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Sooooooooo?
Anxiousanxietyart:
so what?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Whaddya think?
Anxiousanxietyart:
it was alright, i guess
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
ALRIGHT YOU G U E S S?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Falsehood! You cried so hard you turned off the camera!
Anxiousanxietyart:
who’s falsehooding now?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Still you! You loved it and you know it!
Anxiousanxietyart:
you can prove nothing
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You may try, but you cannot deny the truth that is your tears
Anxiousanxietyart:
try harder, lor san tekka
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Dangnabbit!
Anxiousanxietyart:
i know my star wars lor
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Did you just
Anxiousanxietyart!
patton is right over my shoulder i couldn’t just not
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
well, LOGAN is over MY shoulder, and he’s absolutely done
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Well done young Padawan
———————
Logicallylo:
Why, Patton. Why would you do this.
Pattonhead:
Oh hello Logan! How’s it goin’ in Logantown?
Logicallylo:
Alright, I suppose. I was just consoling a sobbing Roman because of Rogue One, and now he has been sent off to bed because he was up late last night, and he has rehearsal tomorrow.
Pattonhead:
Ooh, rehearsal?
Logicallylo:
He is in a production of Falsettos with some friends of his (yes, he has friends).
Logicallylo:
How about you?
Pattonhead:
I’m not in any plays, if that’s what you’re askin’, Lo.
Logicallylo:
No, I meant how was your day?
Pattonhead:
Ooohhh! It was good!
Logicallylo:
That is good.
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’m a badawan, thanks very much?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yoda Chronicles, and I'm a Jedi Knight
Anxiousanxietyart:
i am ready to fight
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
foR THE SITH!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
ZOOM POW ZAP ELECTRICITY
Anxiousanxietyart:
why haven’t more people watched that thing
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Who knows?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Honestly I was super freaking gay for Jek-14 when I was younger
Anxiousanxietyart:
who wasn’t?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Truth hath most verily been spoken here
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Look look look look look
Anxiousanxietyart:
it’s a lesbian from next door!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Followed by her lover who’s a lesbian from next door too!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
But seriously look here
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Anxiousanxietyart:
is that
Anxiousanxietyart:
a freaking
Anxiousanxietyart:
jek-14 lego set???
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
YES IT IS INDEED
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
LOOK AND WEEP
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh my gosh
Anxiousanxietyart:
you freaking nerd
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Nerd?! I thought I was more of a geek!
Anxiousanxietyart:
okay jeremy
Anxiousanxietyart:
(nerd)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
r u d e
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virgil
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virgil
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
VIRGIL
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
V I R G I L
Anxiousanxietyart:
three m o o n s what the heckity heck do you want?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Wings of Fire, and are you awake?
Anxiousanxietyart:
no, definitely not
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh okay then
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...wait
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You little
Anxiousanxietyart:
you’re welcome
Anxiousanxietyart:
now why did you message me at three in the morning?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I can’t sleeeeppppppp
Anxiousanxietyart:
not with that attitude you can’t
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And I have a Very Urgent Question for you
Anxiousanxietyart:
shoot.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Do dryads have skin? Or is it just bark?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i
Anxiousanxietyart:
um
Anxiousanxietyart:
what?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Because like if they have bark, how do they move? And like they’re tree ladies? So like how
Anxiousanxietyart:
can you facetime me? i need to see your face while you say that.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Mm ok
———————
When Roman accepted the FaceTime request and was greeted with five solid minutes of Virgil laughing. Which was a nice greeting, yes, but a wee bit annoying, it being at him rather than with him.
“Rude,” he said when Virgil finally calmed down. This, of course, made him start laughing again.
“I’m sorry, haha!” He wiped away a tear. “It’s just—such a random—haha—question!”
“Doesn’t mean you had to FaceTime me JUST to rub it in.”
“Umm, yes I did. Obviously.”
Roman rolled his eyes. “But do dryads have bark?”
“I’m gonna say no.”
“But they’re trees, Virgil!”
“Tree people!”
“Trees! Have! Bark!”
“But they have to move???”
“Yeah, but if they have tree spirits, then can’t they have flexible bark?” Roman asked, trying to convince Virgil.
“No? That’s not how it works?”
“How would you know?!”
“Because I have basic sense?” Virgil sighed, laughing. “How did you even come up with this?”
“I was rererereading Percy Jackson, and I just thought of it,” Roman said.
Virgil shook his head, smiling. “Only you, Roman.”
Roman looked like he didn’t know whether to be pleased or offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That you’re unique and hilarious and creative and dramatic.”
“Heck yeah I am!” Roman flipped his hair, and Virgil covered his mouth to keep from laughing too hard. Roman finally lost all control of his traitorous gigglebox, and let out a snort that turned into a giggle that turned into a laugh that he muffled with his pillow in order to keep from waking up Logan.
Virgil stared, his cheeks growing red in the darkness.
“I gotta gay—I—um—go.”
He hung up quickly, leaving Roman to wonder what the heck had just happened.
“Wait, but do they have skin?”
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Anxiousanxietyart:
Patton holy crap
Pattonhead:
Language, kiddo. Yes?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i think i have a crush on roman
Anxiousanxietyart:
i have feelings for him and i don’t even know him and it’s terrifying and i don’t know what to do
Pattonhead:
Aww, kiddo, come over here.
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Anxiousanxietyart posted:
i’m sorry guys, there’s not going to be anything for a while, maybe ever. sorry im such a failure.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virgil!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I have many ideas to tell you of!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Thou must come here so I can tell you them!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh Virgil?
Anxiousanxietyart:
im sorry.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
What for?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virgil?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You on?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Hello?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
…
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Fine, I’ll give you some space
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virge you okay?
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virgil stop ignoring me
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Answer me! I command you!
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virge?
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Fine. You don’t want to talk to me, I don’t want to talk to you. I’m done.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’m sorry Virgil I didn’t mean it just talk to meeeeee
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Is it something I did? I’m sorry for whatever it is, just tell me what to do to make it right. Please.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virgil, I really miss you. Please come back. I’m begging you.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
I’m sorry, all, for the lack of content. I’ve just been really sad lately. I’ll be back soon, hopefully, maybe, sometime.
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Logicallylo:
Virgil? Are you on?
Logicallylo:
Virgil, normally I would respect your privacy, but this is not a normal occurrence.
Anxiousanxietyart:
what?
Logicallylo:
Did something happen with Roman?
Anxiousanxietyart:
...sort of?
Anxiousanxietyart:
how did you guess?
Logicallylo:
It’d be impossible not to know, seeing how much he’s moping around lately. Living with him is… well, like living with him how he is usually only with more sad songs played around the house and more moping, as well as less general cheerfulness. It’s concerning.
Anxiousanxietyart:
…
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh crap what have i done
Logicallylo:
Virgil. Breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth.
Anxiousanxietyart:
what do i do???
Logicallylo:
You need to talk to him. Now. Before it’s too late.
Anxiousanxietyart:
do i have to? can’t i keep repressing my feelings longer?
Logicallylo:
No.
Anxiousanxietyart:
fine, but you need to talk to patton then.
Logicallylo:
What about?
Anxiousanxietyart:
don’t play dumb.
Logicallylo:
…fine. But if he doesn’t respond well, I’m blaming you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
he won’t, but ditto.
Logicallylo:
Very well. I will leave you to contact my brother. I wish you luck.
Anxiousanxietyart:
thanks, lo. you’re a good friend.
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
ro? you there?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
SWEET MOUNTAIN DEW RED YOU’RE ON!
Anxiousanxietyart:
sorry for disappearing like that. i just had to think through some stuff.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Well, warn a prince next time!
Anxiousanxietyart:
um, ro?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yes?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i need to tell you something, and it wouldn’t really… work… over messaging. could i call you?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Of course, Virgil. Anytime.
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Virgil stared at the number on the screen in front of him. It seemed to dare him to do what he did best: panic enough to avoid doing this, Tell Roman to forget about it, it was nothing, go back to how it was before. Don’t risk this friendship, the possibility of the other man not being who he said he was, and just let things stay the same.
It was a tempting thought.
He looked to his left to see Patton sitting next to him, giving him a supportive thumbs-up and mouthing, ‘you can do this!’
What would he do without Patton, honestly?
He took a deep, grounding breath. I can do this. I can do this.
Virgil dialed the number, and he heard Roman pick up.
“Hello? Virgil?”
Virgil threw his phone across the room.
It hit the other wall with a thunk and hit the floor.
Problem solved.
Patton looked at him. “Uhh, kiddo, what was that?”
Virgil huddled into himself. “I can’t do this!” He hugged his knees to his chest, shaking his head.
Patton took hold of his shoulders. “Hey. Virgil. Look at me.” He did. Patton’s sea-colored eyes were wide and comforting. “I believe in you. I know Roman feels the same way. You can tell him. It’s all right. Okay?” When Virgil hesitated, the other boy continued: “You don’t have to do this today. It will be perfectly fine if you don’t. However, you will have to do it sometime. Better sooner rather than later. One step in front of the other. You have got this.”
Virgil nodded. He let go of his knees, and stood up. He crossed the room slowly, his heart in his throat. He slowly picked up the phone.
“DUDE WHAT THE CROFTERS WAS THAT?!?!?!”
...the phone had not hung up.
“Sorry Roman!” Virgil stared at Patton in panic. “I—uh—I don’t know what happened!’
“Uh huh.”
There was a silence. It was tense, awkward, expectant. Virgil knew he had to be the one to break it. He took a deep breath—
“So what was it you wanted to tell me?”
Dangnabbit!
“Uhh—I—um—” Virgil lost all control of his filter. “Ithinkimightkindareallylikeyouandthatterrifiesmeandpleasedontbemad”
There it was. His soul laid bare. Virgil had done it. Patton was grinning and giving him the thumbs up. He felt a weight lifted off his chest.
What the freaking heck had he done.
A bigger weight fell on top of him. Roman hadn’t spoken yet. He didn’t like him back. It was official. He hated him. He—
“Oh. Wow. Cool. Um. Ditto?”
What.
"What?"
Roman laughed awkwardly. "Um. Oh wow this is not how I wanted this to happen. I had a whole thing planned and it was spectacular but. The feeling is mutual. I quite like you too. Romantically."
“Wait, really?!”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.” A pause. “Well what do we do about that?”
“Um. Wanna date?”
“Cool.” There was silence. Neither of them knew what to say.
Suddenly, Virgil began laughing. He tipped over, giggling uncontrollably into the phone. He snorted and rolled around, laughing and laughing and laughing.
“Virgil? You alive?”
“I—I just can’t believe,” he began between laughs, “that I avoided you for all that time, and all I needed to do was just call you? It’s just—it’s really ironic, isn’t it?”
Roman caught on, snorting into the phone. “Yeah, it is.”
They finally stopped laughing minutes later, drifting into comfortable silence. No one said anything. They didn’t need to. Everything that had been needed to say had been said, and all the tension was gone.
“So what happens now?” Roman asked.
“I guess we just try and see how things work out,” Virgil answered.
“You really have no clue, don’t you?”
“I really don’t.”
Roman snorted. “Neither do I, so it’s fine.”
Virgil let out a soft laugh. It felt good to be talking to him, really talking, nothing left as a secret.
They really should do this more.
And that’s when Roman broke the spell.
“NOW, LOGAN JOAN BERRY, GET YOUR TUCHUS OVER HERE AND TALK TO PATTON!” He yelled, his mouth still next to the gather-sound-thing on his phone. How could Virgil tell? Because it was right in his ear.
“Um, ow?”
“Oh, sorry Virge!”
“No worries. My bleeding ear will recover. However, my traumatized eardrum will not.”
“My voice is lovely, your eardrum should be thanking me for allowing it to hear my magnificent voice!”
“If you say so.”
Roman made a wounded and offended noise on the other end of the phone. Virgil snorted.
“If you want Logan and Patton to talk to each other, can they have their own call? I don’t want them to be flirting over my phone.”
“...oh yeah, that’s a good idea.” Roman paused a moment. “Uhh, maybe hold the phone away from your ear.”
“What—”
There was a thunk and a faint yell. A different voice shouted, “WHAT THE CRAP ROMAN?!”
“TAKE YOUR PHONE AND GO FLIRT IN THE OTHER ROOM!”
“WHY DID YOU THROW MY PHONE AT ME?!”
“Whaaaaaat is happening?” Virgil was very confused. Patton, still sitting next to him, had even less idea of what was going on.
“Umm, kiddo, is everything alright?”
“Who knows?” He shrugged. Patton did not seem to calm down or seem less confused.
And that’s when his phone rang.
Virgil and Patton both stared at the phone vibrating and playing “Baby Bumblebee” on the table. It kept ringing, undisturbed by the stares. Phones don’t care about you or what you do. They just ring.
Roman cleared his throat, yanking Virgil’s attention back to him. “Virge, tell Patton to pick up his phone before Logan spontaneously combusts, taking me with him and rendering the world devoid of this magnificent face.”
Virgil repeated this sentence word for word, dumbfounded.
“I, um, okay?” Patton walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Hello? Hi, Logan. Umm, what did you want to talk to me about?”
Patton walked out of the room, still talking.
———————
“Lo? What’s going on?”
Logan cleared his throat, preparing himself. Now was the time. He’d say ‘it’s now or never’, but after The Last Jedi, he swore off the phrase forever. Besides, it was inaccurate. He could always procrastinate.
No. He would confess now.
It was time.
He opened his mouth.
“How was your day?”
Nailed it.
Patton sounded a bit confused. “Umm, it was okay. Steve Carlsberg died today. It was sad. We had a funeral for him.”
“...what?”
“Oh, one of our fish.”
“Ah.”
Silence on both ends.
Logan opened his mouth to ask about the other fish names.
“I kind of really like you!”
Wait what.
What in the holy name of the pythagorean theorem did he just do.
Patton was silent for a long, nerve-tearing-into-pieces minute. When he finally spoke, it was to say that, “I like you too, Logan! That’s why we’re friends.”
“I—no.” Logan took a deep breath. If he didn’t say it now, he never would. Also, he would have to live with this miscommunication on his conscience for all of eternity. “Romantic like. As Roman would say, ‘I’m gay for you’ like.”
“Oh! I like you romantically too.”
‘Wait what’ was what he would have thought if he had had the ability to form coherent thoughts.
“I. Um. What?”
“Yeah.” Patton sounded like he was probably blushing. No, definitely. He was definitely blushing. “You’re really nice and kind and smart and beautiful and amazing and yeah I like you romantically back!”
“I—that was. Um.” Logan, you’re speaking nonsense. Collect yourself. I swear, sometimes you’re just too gay to live. “That’s good.”
“I’d hope so.” Patton’s voice was filled with a feeling Logan couldn’t place, but it was good. Definitely good.
“So,” he said, “what will happen now?”
“I don’t know!” Patton giggled. “I’m honestly just happy to be here, talking to you.”
“You are simply too sweet.”
Patton made a slightly flustered noise.
Logan cleared his throat. “Shall we just continue how we’ve been continuing and just see what happens?”
“Whatever we do I know will be just fine.” Patton spoke with an air of wiseness that said he knew what he was talking about. He was more people-smart than Logan, and that was one of the many reasons they complimented each other.
“Why is that, Pat?” Logan asked.
“Because dogs exist, and nothing bad can happen in a world with dogs,” he said very seriously.
Logan snorted. While that may have not been strictly logical, Patton was correct. They would be just fine.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
Guess who’s not a single bean anymooooreeee??? This guy!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
oh my gosh
Veertrash71 replied:
wait WHAT
Pattonhead replied:
I was confused for a sec there, kiddo, but then I remembered.
Veertrash71 replied:
UM
Logicallylo replied:
Congratulations. You have found someone to deal with your nonsense. Lucky for all of us.
Veertrash71 replied:
Is no one else going to freak out??
Perisureimace replied:
Oh congrats!
Veertrash71 replied:
WHY IS NO ONE ELSE CONFUSED THAT PRINCEY WAS EVER SINGLE?!
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Anxiousanxietyart:
hi
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Greetings and salutations!
Anxiousanxietyart:
um
Anxiousanxietyart:
is there, like, protocol for talking now that
Anxiousanxietyart:
um
Anxiousanxietyart:
you know
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Your guess is as good as mine.
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh okay
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
So
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Uhh
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Any pets?
Anxiousanxietyart:
...what?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I had to think of SOME conversation topic.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Your answer?
Anxiousanxietyart:
a cat and fifty billion fish.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
What are their names?
Anxiousanxietyart:
the cat is khoshekh, the fish are all named after wtnv characters but i can never remember who’s alive anymore. i think janice ate carlos last week, but i’m not sure.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
How dare you Janice?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Do you perchance happen to have any pictures? If a pic of you came into the mix, I wouldn’t complain, just sayin’
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh my gosh ro
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Love you too <3
Anxiousanxietyart:
ajckskskkckdkfes
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Did I break you?
Anxiousanxietyart:
...maybe
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Honey
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Sweetie
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Apple of my eye
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
My one and only
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Knight in dark and angsty armor
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Anxiousanxietyart:
take my pet photos and freaking leave
Anxiousanxietyart:
babe
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Amckskjdhdjsjsjakkadf
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh my gosh is that you with your cat???
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No mere mortal eyes should gaze upon such cuteness!
Anxiousanxietyart:
good thing you’re not a mere mortal
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Aww!
Anxiousanxietyart:
your ego alone is godly enough for ten zeuses
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...I retract all my praise.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Alexander Hamsterton and I go on all sorts of adventures.
Anxiousanxietyart:
ajdkdkskfjkssa
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Fair play is turnabout, Virge >:)
Anxiousanxietyart:
why would you do this terrible thing
Anxiousanxietyart:
my mind is dead now
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I tease because I love <3
Anxiousanxietyart:
i
Anxiousanxietyart:
uhh
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh gosh I didn’t mean like that it’s too soon aah ignore me oy vey
Anxiousanxietyart:
um okay
Anxiousanxietyart:
so
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Hey so I’m wondering
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Why do you always text with no caps???
Anxiousanxietyart:
it's for the a e s t h e t i c
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh my gods you utter and complete e m o
Anxiousanxietyart:
thank you for the compliment
Anxiousanxietyart:
much appreciated
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
It… I… I give up.
Anxiousanxietyart:
:)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh you NERD
Anxiousanxietyart:
said the theatre geek to the emo.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...what is that supposed to mean??
Anxiousanxietyart:
no hecking clue.
———————
Logicallylo:
Greetings and salutations, Patton.
Pattonhead:
Oh hello! How are you?
Logicallylo:
I am doing well. And you?
Pattonhead:
Same here! A wee bit tired, but good all the same!
Logicallylo:
I feel an urgent desire to sleep as well.
Pattonhead:
Well, that’s one way to put it!
Pattonhead:
HELP
Logicallylo:
What’s going on?
Pattonhead:
[image]
Pattonhead:
SPIDER!!!!!!
Logicallylo:
It appears to be a Pholcus phalangioides, or daddy long legs. It has venom, but is so small that it cannot bite or transfer venom. It is harmless.
Pattonhead:
STILL! SPIDER!
Logicallylo:
Do you have arachnophobia?
Pattonhead:
No, but I’m terribly afraid of spiders!
Logicallylo:
That’s what I said. Arachnophobia.
Pattonhead:
WHERE IS VIRGIL I NEED VIRGIL TO TAKE IT OUTSIDE
Logicallylo:
I have no idea of Virgil’s whereabouts.
Logicallylo:
Perhaps you can message him?
Pattonhead:
I’D SAY OOH THAT’S A GOOD IDEA IF I WEREN'T TERRIFIED
———————
Pattonhead:
SPIDER!
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’ll be there asap
———————
Pattonhead:
Virgil has taken the spider outside! It cannot return any more.
Logicallylo:
That is good. I am glad that it is gone.
Pattonhead:
Just had a scare there!
Logicallylo:
Is your emotional state better now?
Pattonhead:
Much, thanks, Lo.
Logicallylo:
No problem. Would you like me to call you now?
Pattonhead:
Ooh yes please!
———————
Patton was now sitting on top of his bed, idly petting Khoshekh and staring at his phone intensely. Maybe if he stared hard enough, Logan would call sooner!
As if on cue, the phone started ringing. Patton picked it up without even looking at the screen.
“Hiya Lo!” He chirped, bouncing up and down.
“Salutations and further greetings,” replied the voice of Logan. Patton’s heart melted upon hearing him. “Is Virgil in the room?”
“Nope, just me! He’s trying to make brownies in the kitchen, apparently ‘to sacrifice to the great and almighty deity of removing all feelings’, so the normal reason, pretty much!”
“Ah. Usual Virgil?”
“There’s nothing usual about Virgil.” Patton’s tone was very serious. He loved his kiddo a lot. He was a small angsty baby koala kangaroo child who needed love.
“I am aware of this.” Despite the words, which would have sounded annoyed, Logan’s tone was fond, and Patton could picture him smiling as he said so.
“You may want to hold the phone away from your ear,” Logan said.
“Why is that?”
“ROMAN, WHERE IS ALEXANDER HAMSTERTON?” Logan’s voice was muffled, but he was obviously yelling.
A quiet reply that might have been “I was playing with him”, but sounded like “I mass gaying with him” was shouted from somewhere else. Patton was slightly confused about what was going on.
“Uhh, Logan? What’s happening?”
“Roman’s hamster wasn’t in his cage, but he’s back now,” explained Logan reassuringly.
“Oh okay! Thank goodness he’s back!”
And that’s when Virgil spoke.
“PATTON SPIDER, THE BROWNIES ARE BURNING AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO HELP ME!”
“Spider?”
Patton shuddered, whispering. “It’s ironic because I have a very large fear of spiders.”
Logan laughed over the phone, and Patton’s heart did some cartwheels. “Ironic indeed.”
They shared a blissful few seconds of silence, nothing to say.
“I should probably go,” said Logan. “You may want to assist Virgil with the brownies.”
“But I don’t wanna hang up! I wanna talk with you!” Patton protested.
“We can talk later, if you wish.”
“Ooh yay okay!” Patton bounced up and down. “Bye, Logan!”
“Goodbye, Patton.”
Logan hung up, and Patton ran to save some brownies from certain doom, still thinking of Logan.
———————
Logicallylo posted a photo:
My boyfriend @pattonhead sent me these brownies today. They taste absolutely delicious! Love you Pat.
Pattonhead replied:
Aww, so glad you like them honeybee! <3
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
THIS is a Marvelous Cookie! (or brownie, whatever)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
SWEET! With an excellent CRUNCH!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
perfect to follow a dinner
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Or just after breakfast
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
and prior to lunch! (really though pat, they're probably really good)
Pattonhead replied:
Aww thanks kiddo! <3
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You know all my obscure references! A man after my own heart <3
Anxiousanxietyart:
you cannot hide from my musical knowledge with frog and toad.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Shall we make a competition out of it?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i'm listening.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
We each shall make as many references as possible without telling the other.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
If the other doesn't catch it, the referencer gets a point. If the other does get it, they get a point.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
The one with the most by the time our Big Bang project is posted wins!
Anxiousanxietyart:
ro, you got yourself a challenge. let's do this thing.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Can I FaceTime you so we can shake on it?
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
can i call you?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Of course, Virgil! Might I ask why?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i just need to talk to you rn.
———————
Roman picked up immediately. “Virgil? You okay?”
“No.” Virgil sounded out of breath and terrified to his own ears. “Patton isn’t home and he left his phone and I’m alone and there’s noises and I’m fREAKING OUT and—”
“Hey. Virge. Breathe.” Roman’s voice was calming, cool, soothing. “In. Out. In. Out. Breathe with me, okay?”
Virgil took a deep, shuddering breath. He heard Roman do the same, in sync with him. In. Out. In. Out. They continued, for how long was unknown.
After several minutes of silence, accompanied by the noise of their breathing, Roman spoke. “You feeling better?”
The hesitation of a few moments that seemed to take an eternity followed his words before Virgil replied.
“I—yeah. I’m better now, I mean.” And he was. Who knew that for once the most-recommended, least-remembered tip would actually work?
“Why were you panicking, if I may ask?”
“I kept hearing noises? Not sure how exactly.” A pause. “Thanks, Roman.”
“Anytime.” And he meant it. He would do anything to help Virgil.
He didn’t exactly know what to say after all that. “Do you want me to leave?”
“NO!” Virgil blurted out before realizing what he just said. “I mean, umm, if it’s okay, could you please stay? I don’t really want to be alone right now.”
“Of course,” Roman said softly. “Anything.”
“Is exactly what Han Solo said before getting stabbed by his son.”
“Why are you like this?”
Virgil snorted, and Roman felt a sudden urge to hug him.
“I kinda really love you, you know that?” Roman blurted out. He then slapped his hand in front of his mouth.
Virgil was silent. Utterly, completely silent.
You utter and complete dunce! You’ve driven him away!
“I—ditto.” Virgil let out a small, slightly awkward laugh. “This is not what I expected this day to be like.”
“What did you expect?”
“You can’t see because this is a call but I’m shrugging.”
Roman laughed. “That sounds about right.”
Virgil cleared his throat. “Patton just sent me a text, you don’t have to stay. He’s coming back in a few.”
“I can stay if you like,” Roman said. “I won’t leave you if you don’t want me to.”
“No, it’s fine. You can go.”
Roman shrugged. “If you’re sure. Love you.”
“Love you too. Bye, Ro.” Virgil hung up, and Roman sat there, shocked and blushing.
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You feeling better?
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes. patton’s home now, we’re watching the princess bride.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Glad you’re ok.
Anxiousanxietyart:
thanks again, ro.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
All you need to do is ask. I’m here for you, love.
Anxiousanxietyart:
anfkdmfjsjfk
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Did I mess up? Oh gosh I’m sorry
Anxiousanxietyart:
no
Anxiousanxietyart:
i
Anxiousanxietyart:
kind of like it???
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Okay love
Anxiousanxietyart:
gonna pay attention now, gnight, love
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
ajkfmsjdhjfjd
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
sleep well, mi amor
Anxiousanxietyart:
how the heckety heck do you know spanish
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
;)
———————
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
HAVE I GOT THE STORY FOR YOU!
Anxiousanxietyart:
good morning to you too.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
It’s 1 in the afternoon.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...
Anxiousanxietyart:
g o o d m o r n i n g
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
ANYWAYS
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
SO
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I just saw a woman.
Anxiousanxietyart:
whoa. never knew women existed.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Hush, I may be gay, but I know women exist and are amazing
Anxiousanxietyart:
never knew that you were gay???
Anxiousanxietyart:
truly shocked
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
ANYWAYS, BACK TO MY STORY!
Anxiousanxietyart:
oy vey.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
At the salad restaurant.
Anxiousanxietyart:
…salad… restaurant?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yes it exists
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ordering a salad.
Anxiousanxietyart:
wow. never would have guessed.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...wHILE EATING A FREAKING DONUT.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i… what?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You heard me!
Anxiousanxietyart:
no, i didn’t. we’re texting.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You know what I mean!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
A chocolate covered donut. In line. Ordering a salad. To-go.
Anxiousanxietyart:
why were you at a salad place?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Because they have the best gosh dang Mac n Cheese in the galaxy and I was in Urgent Need for it
Anxiousanxietyart:
huh
Anxiousanxietyart:
so, not because you suddenly decided to take care of yourself?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Despite Logan and Patton’s best efforts, no. Never.
Anxiousanxietyart:
good, i was starting to worry you weren’t you.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Fear not, I am still my magnificently fantastic self!
Anxiousanxietyart:
and that’s a reason not to worry? counterproductive.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
RUDE.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Someday, I will take you to Crunchy & Emerald, and you will see just how fantastic their Mac n Cheese is.
Anxiousanxietyart:
really?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Couldn’t stop me if you tried. And don’t try.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i guess it’s a date, then.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
ahfkdmfjdkf
Anxiousanxietyart:
:)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Evil. Truly evil.
Anxiousanxietyart:
said it before, i’ll say it again:
Anxiousanxietyart:
chaotic
Anxiousanxietyart:
neutral
Anxiousanxietyart:
:)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Chaotic good, myself
Anxiousanxietyart:
i can see that. class?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Paladin, Fighter, sometimes Bard
Anxiousanxietyart:
huh
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You?
Anxiousanxietyart:
rogue
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You dark, angsty soul.
Anxiousanxietyart:
got that right.
Anxiousanxietyart:
you ever actually played d&d?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Aye, verily! Logan and I once arranged a campaign with friends (he was a sorcerer). It was quite fun!
Anxiousanxietyart:
sounds like it.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yep! What about you? Have you ever embarked on the nerd adventure of a lifetime that you can take more than once?
Anxiousanxietyart:
i have one (1) friend who’d consider it, and he’s clueless about these things (patton)
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Well, now you have 3! We shall organize a campaign at once!
Anxiousanxietyart:
three?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Me, Patton, and Logan!
Anxiousanxietyart:
he’d like that?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Are you kidding? He LOVES nerd stuff like that!
Anxiousanxietyart:
...somehow, i am not surprised.
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
wait.
Anxiousanxietyart:
aren’t you lactose intolerant?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
:)
Anxiousanxietyart:
i forbid you from eating that mac n cheese ever again
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Try and make me. I dare you. You will never separate me from my one true love! NEVER!
Anxiousanxietyart:
what about me?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Babe.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I love you.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
But if you try and keep me away from Crunchy & Emerald’s sweet sweet cheesy macaroni, you will be unboyfriended.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
:)
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh my dog.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You have a cat.
Anxiousanxietyart:
umm, my point still stands
———————
Pattonhead:
Lololololololololo!!!!
Logicallylo:
I am here, Patton. What’s the matter?
Pattonhead:
I’m at Target with Virge, and on the way we had the most magical encounter!!
Logicallylo:
Would you like to tell me about it?
Pattonhead:
That’s why I’m here! :3
Logicallylo:
I am listening.
Logicallylo:
Or rather, watching. This isn’t a call.
Pattonhead:
SO me and Virge were walkin’ to Target, and I heard? this? “meow meow” noise?
Pattonhead:
I looked back aND THIS ADORABLE GRAY CAT WAS RUNNING ON ALL FOUR TINY LEGS TO MEET US, MEOWING???
Logicallylo:
That does indeed sound adorable.
Pattonhead:
The kitty ran up to us and went between Virgil’s legs and around my legs and I petted him and then he walked away it was amazing and pure and magical and I feel blessed
Logicallylo:
Wow.
Logicallylo:
That seems like a pleasant experience.
Pattonhead:
It was the BEST DAY of my LIFE!
Logicallylo:
I can believe that.
Pattonhead:
Aaa gotta go, the friend is on the Virge of leaving me behind to shop alone :)
Logicallylo:
I shall see you later, Pat.
Pattonhead:
Byeeeee Lo!
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
pat and i went out shopping today for some sweet sweet starbound preparation materials, and look what i got
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Is that
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
A freaking
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
XAER PIN?!
Anxiousanxietyart:
:)
Anxiousanxietyart:
they had them at the store, and even though they were out of vect pins, pat got a peri one and i got this
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
That
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Is
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
So
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
COOL?!?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I am so jealous you have no idea
Anxiousanxietyart:
i know
Anxiousanxietyart:
whiiiich is why i lied
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
???
Anxiousanxietyart:
they did have vect pins
Anxiousanxietyart:
[image]
Anxiousanxietyart:
and it’s for you
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
?!?!?!?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
OH MY GOSH YOURET HE BEST BOYFRIEND EVERTFHRUSNJSJZSNAKSJSDKSKHDF
Anxiousanxietyart:
i wonder if he’s excited at all
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
THE M O S T!!!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
THANK YOU SO MUCH VIRGE <3
Anxiousanxietyart:
you’re welcome :)
———————
Pattonhead:
Lololololololo!!! :D
Logicallylo:
Yes?
Pattonhead:
Look look look look look I got a new beanie!!
Pattonhead:
[image]
Pattonhead:
I’m a cat!!!! :3
Logicallylo:
I
Logicallylo:
I need a moment.
Pattonhead:
You like it?
Logicallylo:
Patton, you are adorable. You know that?
Pattonhead:
Aww, that’s so sweet! ^u^
Logicallylo:
You are so cute that I fell on the floor.
Logicallylo:
[image]
Logicallylo:
You have slain me.
Pattonhead:
Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww! Nooooooooo don’t dieeeeeeee!
Logicallylo:
Roman has taken this opportunity to “conquer the foul beast of Calculatortown”.
Logicallylo:
[image]
Logicallylo:
Why will he not stop stepping on me.
Pattonhead:
Whyyyyyyyy Roooomannn?!
Pattonhead:
Step off of my boyfriend!
Logicallylo:
He is gone now.
Logicallylo:
[image]
Logicallylo:
With your encouragement, I have slayed the brother.
Logicallylo:
Or rather, made him leave my room.
Pattonhead:
YAAAAYYYYYYYYY! :DDD
Logicallylo:
And now, I can get back to my book.
Pattonhead:
Nooooooo keep talking to meeee!
Logicallylo:
As you wish.
Pattonhead:
YAYY! :D
Pattonhead:
What’re you reading?
Logicallylo:
Rebel Rising, by Beth Revis. I had a desire to learn more about Jyn Erso, and this is about her backstory.
Pattonhead:
Ooh, sounds fun!
Logicallylo:
It is, although I find it interesting how Jyn had a boyfriend before Rogue One, and the reason why she is captured by the Empire is somewhat unexpected.
Pattonhead:
Huh!
Logicallylo:
But enough about me, or about Jyn. What about you? How is Khoshekh?
Pattonhead:
Adorable as ever!
Pattonhead:
[image]
Logicallylo:
You speak no falsehoods about that. Khoshekh is, indeed, adorable.
Logicallylo:
However, you are even more so.
Pattonhead:
Awwwwww, Lo, you’re makin’ me blush!
Pattonhead:
[image]
Logicallylo:
The evidence you have just sent has only strengthened my case. You are incredible, Patton. You make people feel, despite their original hesitance. You love so much, and are so many wonderful things.
Logicallylo:
I haven’t the words to describe how I’m feeling. Emotions were never my forte.
Logicallylo:
However, you… you are incredibly good at forcing me to feel things, and at making me like it.
Pattonhead:
I
Pattonhead:
I just don’t know what to say?
Pattonhead:
I love you too, Logan. Always.
Logicallylo:
I
Logicallylo:
That
Logicallylo:
You said you didn’t know what to say. But that was perfect. It was absolutely, positively perfect.
Logicallylo:
I have no words.
Pattonhead:
I can give you some of mine?
Logicallylo:
I’m not entirely sure that’s how it works.
Pattonhead:
I’m not entirely sure that I care.
Logicallylo:
I feel as though you should probably care about that.
Pattonhead:
I do, I just care about you more <3
Logicallylo:
ajdkskndjdjs
Pattonhead:
Did you just
Pattonhead:
Did you just keysmash???
Logicallylo:
Umm.
Logicallylo:
If I said no would you believe me?
Pattonhead:
YOU DID!
Logicallylo:
Oy vey.
Pattonhead:
Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me <3
———————
Anxiousanxietyart:
help me roman i’ve been laughing at this for like 5 hours
Anxiousanxietyart:
https://youtu.be/JMV3lRrduf0
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’m just watching it on repeat and dying
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
AND THAT WAS THE FRIEND
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
NOW TELL ME
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
E N D
Anxiousanxietyart:
this is true art right here
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Yes indeed.
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Anxiousanxietyart posted 6 photos:
i’ve been attempting some photography, and here’s some of my and pat’s favorites. he’s the one who talked me into posting these. if you hate them, blame him.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
HATE them? H A T E them? H A T E T H E M ? !
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
I L O V E T H E M ! ! !
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
oh.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
thank… you?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
I do not say these things lightly, Virgil. You have real talent, my love!
Pattonhead replied:
I told you, kiddo! Your photos are amazing!
Logicallylo replied:
They are indeed absolutely fantastic, Virgil. Well done. You have a true eye for photography.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
i
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
i don’t know what to say?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
No words needed.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Only more pictures, if you please! I haven’t seen true beauty since I saw your selfie (or maybe my mirror image), and your photography is truly stunning! Almost as stunning as you!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
ajkfmfjfhgnzkdjfm
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
take my photos and g o
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Amazing!
Pattonhead replied:
What’d I tell you, kiddo? You’re great at this!
Logicallylo replied:
Spectacular. Simply spectacular.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
here’s some more, i guess
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
I haven’t the words to describe just how talented you are, love.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
wow. i never would have thought anyone would like these? thanks, guys
Pattonhead replied:
No need to thank us! You’re the one who took the photos, Virge.
Veertrash71 replied:
wHOA ANX HAS TALENT???
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Pattonhead:
Hey kiddo!
Pattonhead:
I’m proud of you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
why?
Pattonhead:
For opening up, and showing your pictures even though you didn’t know how they would be received. I knew you were nervous, but you handled it like a champ.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i
Anxiousanxietyart:
thanks, pat. love you.
Pattonhead:
Love you too, kiddo. Wanna draw and listen to music?
Anxiousanxietyart:
gosh yes.
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Anxiousanxietyart posted a photo:
a bunch of sketches and an actual decent fanart i made. i just really wanted to draw xaer more. zey are really fun to draw.
Pattonhead replied:
Nice job!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
You have quite a lot of talent!
Logicallylo replied:
Well done, Virgil.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Loooogannnnn helpppp
Logicallylo:
What is it?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
It’s just
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Virgil’s so good at so many things
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And he’s really nice and sweet and amazing
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And I love him so much
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
But he doesn’t realize how talented he is?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
And I wanna tell him and help him but I don’t know hoooowwww
Logicallylo:
Roman.
Logicallylo:
You are helping him already. By being there and letting him know you’re there for him, you have already done more than you know.
Logicallylo:
As for letting him realize his worth, just keep doing what you’re already doing. The two of you have a great support system, and you both know how good at so many things the other is.
Logicallylo:
But both of you are oblivious to how amazing both of you are, and neither of you see how the other isn’t superior to you. You both are equally talented in different areas.
Logicallylo:
That is how the world works, Roman. You need to let him realize how talented he is on his own, but help him in any way you can. Don’t rush it. One thing at a time.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
...wow. Thanks, Lo.
Logicallylo:
You’re welcome, Ro. Now go get that boy. Again.
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Logicallylo:
I should get paid for my matchmaking skills.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Hey Virge?
Anxiousanxietyart:
what is it ro?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I just
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You’re really amazing, you know that?
Anxiousanxietyart:
no, i’m really not, but thanks.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
No, seriously. You’re super talented and great at so many things and I feel like you don’t know that enough.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i
Anxiousanxietyart:
i don’t know what to say. thanks, roman.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You’re welcome.
Anxiousanxietyart:
why are you saying these things, if i may ask?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I just
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Just felt like you needed to know this.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Love you, Virgil.
Anxiousanxietyart:
love you too.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
@logicallylo and I will not be here for about a week? There’s a family gathering for a cousin’s bat mitzvah in another state, and we won’t be able to be on for a while. There shall be a surprise when I return, however! ;) See you soon!
Pattonhead replied:
Awwww, we’ll miss you!!!!!!! Have fun!!!!!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
goodbye, ro. stay safe, and tell me when you get back.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
I shall miss you very much, my love.
Pattonhead replied:
You can’t really see him because we’re texting, but Virge is blushing like a tomato and I felt it important that you know :)
Pattonhead replied:
[image]
Pattonhead replied:
See?
Logicallylo replied:
Oh my gosh I love you.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
this is complete and utter betrayal?!?!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
aaaAAAAWWWWW! Baabeeeeee, you have a crush on me?!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
we’re dating, andy
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
that was an easy one, it doesn’t count!
Pattonhead replied:
Oh my gosh you totally have a crush on him!!!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
if i’m being made fun of, it totally counts.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
We’re not making fun of you! It’s just adorable, that’s all!
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
[image]
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
This face can make many a man swoon ;)
Logicallylo replied:
If it helps, his cheeks are a bit flushed as well. You can see in the image.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Wow thanks Lo?? Honestly why would you point that out???
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
that doesn’t help??????? it’s only worse now?????? you are e v i l
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Chaotic good, love. We’ve discussed this?
Logicallylo replied:
Lawful neutral myself.
Pattonhead replied:
Neutral good! :D
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
chaotic neutral.
Logicallylo replied:
Somehow, the fact that I am the only lawful one makes sense…
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Pattonhead:
Viiiiiiiiirgiiilllllll
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes?
Pattonhead:
I miss Logannnnn
Anxiousanxietyart:
i know. i miss roman too.
Pattonhead:
I just wish they were here, y’kno?
Anxiousanxietyart:
yeah. i know.
Anxiousanxietyart:
wanna have a game night?
Pattonhead:
Anytime, kiddo :)
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Pattonhead:
I’m going to the store, want anything?
Anxiousanxietyart:
a soul
Pattonhead:
...kiddo, I have 5 dollars
Anxiousanxietyart:
what were you gonna buy with 5 dollars?
Pattonhead:
Chips.
Anxiousanxietyart:
chips… don’t cost 5 dollars…
Pattonhead:
...chips.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’ll be there in a sec
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
I AM HERE, I AM QUEER, AND I HAVE RETURNED FROM MY QUEST! Did you miss me?
(oh, and @logicallylo ‘s here too)
Pattonhead replied:
LOGAN!!!!!!!!!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUUUCHHHHHH
Logicallylo replied:
I missed you too, Patton. A lot.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
hey, ro.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
VIIIIIIIRGILLLLLL!!! Did you miss me?
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
no.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
?!?!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
i’m kidding! yeah, missed you.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Missed you too, my cruel and heartless love.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
i’m not cruel and heartless.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
I know that you are anything but.
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Anxiousanxietyart:
facetime me?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Of course, my dear Virgil.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted a video:
In celebration of returning from a week-long hiatus, here’s a video of me singing! I chose A Whole New World because it’s Disney and it won the wheel spin of fun songs to sing haha! Enjoy!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
i
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
i’m dead. you’ve killed me.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Haha thanks babe
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
you? just? keep murdering me? in cold blood? honestly
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
It’s what I do best ;)
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Ughhhhhhhh help meeeeeee
Anxiousanxietyart:
what’s happening? You ok?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Just having a bad day…
Anxiousanxietyart:
wanna talk about it?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Just have writers block and no play rehearsal because I got the most HORRENDOUS cold and Logan is out doing things and I’m alone and in pain and bored and these few days before the new Starbound are always the most terrible and I’m just uuuughhhhhh
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’m sorry, ro. anything i can do to help?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Just being here is amazing, thanks <3
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Also wanna have a Harry Potter marathon with me?
Anxiousanxietyart:
how could i refuse?
Anxiousanxietyart:
facetime?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I don’t really feel like my normal magnificent Princey self…
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’m pretty sure that you could never be anything near less than godly in looks.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
aww, thanks
Anxiousanxietyart:
besides, i see worse every time i look in a mirror.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
nO BABE
Anxiousanxietyart:
kidding, i had to say that, i’ll call you
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Thanks for binge watching Harry Potter with me, Virge. I owe you one.
Anxiousanxietyart:
no problem, love.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oh my gooooshhhhh
Anxiousanxietyart:
did i do something wrong?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
NO
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
HEAVENS NO
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’m just
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Aaaaaaaaahhhhh
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
you killed me
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh my gosh
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
I’m deaded
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Slain
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
By my own boyfriend
Anxiousanxietyart:
you’re so lucky i love you
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Aodkdjdakkdkslskdjdk
Anxiousanxietyart:
:)
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Pattonhead posted:
TODAYTODAYTODAAAYYYY!!! :D
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
wow, I wonder if he’s excited
Logicallylo replied:
Of course he is, Virgil. It is rather obvious. I’d have thought you’d have noticed. No need to wonder.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
sarcastic.
Logicallylo replied:
Ah. Very well.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
Thou art a bunch of liars! All of you are most excited as well, I know this with absolute certanity!
Logicallylo replied:
Certainty, and falsehood. I am not excited. I have no emotions.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
I saw you dance in your room earlier. Don’t lie.
Logicallylo replied:
Falsehood. That was you. I saw you.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
i never said i wasn’t excited. only a fool wouldn’t be.
Logicallylo replied:
...I suppose I shall concede a point to you. I do feel an adequate amount of excitement to read the newest book of Starbound.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
yeeEEEESSSSSS!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
woo.
Logicallylo replied:
Are you satisfied?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces replied:
I WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
god i hope you’re satisfieeeddd
Pattonhead replied:
AAAAAAAAAA VIRGE TIME TO GO GET IT NOW!!!!!!!!
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
coming.
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Logan walked into the crowded bookstore with low expectations, if any.
Roman had, of course, come down with a cold, but nothing was going to stop him from running down to the bookstore himself if Logan didn't go and get them both copies of Starbound: Awaken, so here he was. Alone. In a social setting.
Why was he here again?
Ugh, there was a line. He walked over to stand in it. While waiting, he pulled out his phone to check Tumblr. Roman was complaining on the dash about being sick, Virgil was retaliating with sass, and Patton was being cute with puppy and kitten photos and energy in the corner. Logan held back a laugh. He really loved his friends.
He turned off his phone and surveyed the people around him. There were kids with parents dressed up as Peri and Xaer and Vect and all the other characters, making Logan smile a little. One confused adult was dressed as Luke Skywalker, which made him sigh a little. Honestly.
He made his way to the front of the line, purchased two copies of the book, and began making his way towards the exit. The smell of new books was particularly strong in this bookstore, and Logan stopped to stand and enjoy it a while. He was about to continue walking when he could have sworn he heard the most familiar voice.
"C'mon, kiddo! Let’s get in line! Aaaa I'm so excited!"
"I can't tell at all..."
Logan's head swiveled around 180 degrees like R2-D2's. Standing there was a pair that looked too good to be true. There was no way Patton and Virgil could possibly be here. It just wasn't logical. And yet, a purple-hoodie-clad back and another with a blue shirt and gray cat hoodie tied around his shoulders were standing there, chatting animatedly.
"No way in Crofters," he muttered to himself, staring at the two. And yet, there must have been a way in Crofters, as they were there, weren't they?
He was debating the pros and cons of approaching them (Venn diagram and all) when Roman called. He took that as a sign to leave, but made a mental note of this day.
Logan had a lot to think about.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
How about them Starbound?
Anxiousanxietyart:
it was very good.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
GOOD?! It was INFURIATINGLY AMAZING! SPECTACULAR!
Anxiousanxietyart:
good.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Oy vey. You’re lucky I love you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
ahsidjsndhshhsidiska
Anxiousanxietyart:
why.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
You know you love iiiittttt :)
Anxiousanxietyart:
i know nothing except hatred.
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
As Logan would say,
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
FALSEHOOD!
Anxiousanxietyart:
how often does he say that?
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
More than you could possibly know.
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Starbound-Big-Bang posted:
Friendly reminder that you have one more week before posting time! Authors: You must have your fanfics done and above the word limit. Artists: You must have your drawings/projects done and ready for posting.
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
gUESS WHO TOTALLY FINISHED HIS FINAL DRAFT?!
Anxiousanxietyart:
oh congrats! i’ll read it in a sec
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
AAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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Anxiousanxietyart:
it’s very good, congrats
Disneynbroadwaynprinces:
Aww thanks! Call me?
Anxiousanxietyart:
of course
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
Only 3 days ‘til Showtime!
Pattonhead replied:
Break a leg, kiddo! :D
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
what pat said. you got this, ro.
Logicallylo replied:
Fracture a femur.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
????
Logicallylo replied:
It WAS break a leg, but I improved it.
Anxiousanxietyart replied:
...never say that again.
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Logicallylo:
Virgil, may I have a word?
Anxiousanxietyart:
what is it?
Logicallylo:
You are aware that Roman is to do the thing where he makes a fool of himself in front of others while pretending to not be himself?
Anxiousanxietyart:
...you mean acting?
Logicallylo:
Yes, that is what I said.
Anxiousanxietyart:
how could I not know?
Logicallylo:
And are you aware that I believe that we do not live too far away from each other?
Anxiousanxietyart:
...how would you know that?
Logicallylo:
I… may have seen you and Patton at the bookstore…
Anxiousanxietyart:
WHAT
Logicallylo:
On the day Starbound: Awaken released.
Anxiousanxietyart:
which bookstore?!
Logicallylo:
Formerly a Bruegger's Bagels
Anxiousanxietyart:
and you were going to tell me WHEN?!
Logicallylo:
It slipped my mind.
Anxiousanxietyart:
it. slipped. your. mind.
Logicallylo:
I wasn’t positive it was you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
why didn’t you SAY anything?!
Logicallylo:
You left before I could approach you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
and how did you conclude that we don’t live too far away from each other?
Logicallylo:
Roman and I live only a block away from the bookstore, and you and Patton appear to have walked. You are too lazy to have walked more than a mile, even with Patton’s puppy eyes as a factor, as well as the fact that it’s the newest Starbound. Hence, not too far.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...i could have been visiting from australia. i could have wanted some exercise for once. heck, i could be a serial killer. i know where you live now!
Logicallylo:
You didn’t have an Australian accent, we are in the same time zone anyway, I don’t think that’s likely, and I highly doubt you’re a serial killer, as we’ve known each other for too long and too well. Also, you don’t know exactly where I live, as I didn’t give you the address.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...logical, as always.
Logicallylo:
Of course. Necktie.
Anxiousanxietyart:
what were you going to ask me?
Logicallylo:
Virgil, Roman has his play in a week. It is at the school auditorium.
Anxiousanxietyart:
…no.
Logicallylo:
Whyever not?
Anxiousanxietyart:
…
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’m just anxious
Logicallylo:
This is not news to me. You are always anxious.
Anxiousanxietyart:
...yes, but
Logicallylo:
Your name is AnxiousAnxiety.
Logicallylo:
There is an “art” in there as well, but it is not beneficial or necessary to the point I am attempting to make.
Anxiousanxietyart:
yes, but
Logicallylo:
So why won’t you come to see Roman preform?
Anxiousanxietyart:
it’s just…
Logicallylo:
You can tell me.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i’ve known him for 5 months, and we’ve only ever talked here or on the phone. the thought of meeting him in person, it just…
Logicallylo:
It seems daunting. Final. Real. I know.
Anxiousanxietyart:
yeah, exactly.
Logicallylo:
You don’t have to come. It would be fine if you didn’t. However, for Roman’s sake and yours, please consider it.
Anxiousanxietyart:
…
Logicallylo:
Just consider. That’s all I ask.
Anxiousanxietyart:
alright. but if i die, i’m blaming you.
Logicallylo:
I wouldn’t expect you not to.
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Anxiousanxietyart:
Hey, ro.
Anxiousanxietyart:
so, today's the day. showtime.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i know you won't be able to read this until later, because you're backstage preparing and all, but i wanted to tell you
Anxiousanxietyart:
break a leg, ro.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i know as well as you that you'll do amazing, and you will rock this show, you hear? you'll blow us all away with your splendor.
Anxiousanxietyart:
you always were too much for anyone, and you're so energetic and alive, and i
Anxiousanxietyart:
i just really love you.
Anxiousanxietyart:
i had to tell you that before the show started.
Anxiousanxietyart:
break a leg. you'll be amazing.
Anxiousanxietyart:
you truly are a star.
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The theater was dim, as one would expect.
It was packed, as one would not.
At least not from a 7-person show in the auditorium of a school that was only available for this one night. There were plenty of seats, and there was an actual stage with actual curtains obscuring it, which was honestly all it really needed to set the theatre mood, at least in Virgil's opinion.
He and Patton were roaming the isles, looking for a person they'd never actually spoken to in real life, in the same place, not on the phone. The murmur of hundreds of whispers at once was somehow almost deafening. It was certainly overwhelming, whatever else it was, and if was all Virgil could do to keep calm.
‘it's okay, you've got this, you're only going to go see your boyfriend for the first time in the same room as him, no biggie,’ he thought. This did not calm him.
"C'mon, kiddo! You excited?" Patton was bouncing up and down on his toes, clutching his gift bag (containing two homemade plushies) with all his strength. No points for guessing if he was excited at all.
"Yeah..." Virgil brushed some stray violet strands of hair out of his eyes and sank further into his hoodie. Patton looked at him, concerned.
"You alright there, Virge?"
"Just anxious… More than usual, I mean."
Before Patton could respond, his phone rang. When he answered it (the ringtone was the Baby Bumblebee song; Pat had great ringtones for all his friends. Virgil's was the Little Einsteins theme song (why? no one knows.), and Roman's was I’ll Make a Man Out of You), his face lit up.
"Heya Lolo!" Patton listened intently for a few moments, during which Virgil could barely make out Logan's voice on the other end of the call.
"Mhmm... Uh huh... Okay... Alrightie!... Love you!... See ya in a sec!" Patton hung up and turned to Virgil.
"He's in Row G, Seats 7-9. C'mon!"
If Virgil wanted to turn and run out the door screaming, he couldn't have. Patton had him by the arm in an iron grip. There was no escape.
Patton tugged him at a run to the seats, which were full of people. However, Patton had eyes for only one person.
"Logan?"
A man turned, his glasses glinting in the light. His hair was blue in the dim light despite being black, the ends lighter and in need of a re-dyeing, and his expression, which had been neutral yet nervous, now sported a fond smile.
"Patton?"
Said boy ran and tackled Logan in a flying hug. Virgil was content to watch.
"LOGAN!!!!!!!!" Logan was unable to reply, his face being smushed into the shoulder of Patton.
"Mmph," he managed to get out.
Virgil felt like he was massively intruding on a private moment.
“Um, I’m just gonna go over there, away from here.”
Logan said something that might’ve been “You do that,” but also may have been “I like hat” or “potato fat”.
Virgil edged past them, giving Logan a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he did so. He headed to his seat, and read over the program (it was a folded piece of paper with the show on the front and the cast list and people-who-helped list inside) in boredom. At one point he opened his phone and scrolled through Tumblr a bit, but he couldn’t concentrate. His nerves were up so high they’d breached the atmosphere and now couldn’t breathe because they didn’t have spacesuits.
He turned off his phone, sighing. There was nothing for him to do now but sit, wait, and check and double check and triple check that his bag was still there.
Minutes passed, and the lights did not dim, the chatter did not stop, and Logan and Patton had not returned. They were probably still catching up.
‘Or they’ve been kidnapped. Or they’re dead. Or they’re lost. Or they’ve abandoned you. Or they’re—’
“VIRGIL!”
Patton, hand in hand with Logan, was heading towards him. His freckled face was very flushed, his curly hair mussed up a little. He was waving, and almost pulling Logan behind him as he walked. Logan also appeared to be holding the gift bag Patton had given him.
“I’m baaaack!”
“I noticed.”
Logan looked a little sheepish. “Salutations, Virgil. Apologies for not greeting you earlier. I was, er, occupied.”
“No biggie,” replied Virgil, grinning. He then hugged Logan, who seemed to be a little more unaware of how these things went than he was.
They headed to their seats, chatting about life, the universe, and pie. Lots of pie.
“Pumpkin!”
“Chocolate is obviously the best!”
“No, pecan pie!”
“You’ve never even had pecan pie.”
“I know it’s good!”
“You’re allergic to nuts.”
“...it’s good!”
“Pumpkin is still the best.”
“Objectively, chocolate has the best taste.”
This discussion had been carrying on for a while when the lights finally dimmed. Virgil elbowed Logan (he wasn’t sitting next to him, but he would have rather been sucked into the dark, cold, unforgiving void than accidentally hurt Patton) to get him to stop ranting about chocolate pie and shut up.
“Shh! It’s starting!” He hissed. Patton and Logan instantly shut up, and soon, so did the rest of the theater.
There was a pause.
Then, the curtains opened.
The play began.
Virgil sat up anything-but-straight in his seat.
There, onstage, in real life for the first time, was Roman, as animated and alive as possible up in front of hundreds of people.
It was impossible to see the details of his face (beyond "beautiful") through the makeup and lighting, but it was unmistakably him. The energy was too alive and purely Roman to be anything but him. The hair was the precise shade of Roman's, the infectious grin was the same, the singing voice was obviously his. It was a judgement no one needed talent to make.
Also, Virgil knew this play. He knew who Roman was in this play. He couldn't NOT figure it out.
Whichever friend was playing Marvin started singing about being an idiot, but he wasn’t paying attention. He just kept staring at Roman, on the side, watching Marvin, still in character. Obviously. This was Roman. He had enough acting focus for all the people in this room, and then some.
When Roman actually stood up and started having an actual singing part in “Thrill of First Love,” Virgil nearly died.
"Shall we head out for chocolate?" Logan suggested.
Neither Patton nor Virgil was one to turn down chocolate.
They exited the theater, and were overwhelmed instantly by the crowds you only seem to find during intermission: every single one desiring candy, not enough time for everyone to be fortunate enough to get some.
It was quite overwhelming, and Virgil decided that Logan and Patton could be left alone for the sake of him getting a moment of relief.
"I'm going to hide over there, can you get me some MNMs?" He asked. “I’m just gonna get away from people for a little bit.”
Patton nodded, and Virgil took that as his cue to leave.
He walked away, dodging crowds and clumps of clustered humans, huddled together so as not to lose each other. He did his best to avoid contact with them; fleeting touches were hard to deal with emotionally. He managed to make it to the bathroom, where he figured he could be alone for a few moments.
Virgil stepped into the bathroom, and collided with a blur of a person.
“Oh, pardon me!”
“It was my fault.”
Virgil separated himself from the stranger, and made it a full 5 seconds before halting.
“...wait...”
He spun around at the same time as the “stranger”. His green-brown eyes were wide with surprise and recognition.
“Roman?”
“Virgil?”
“Oh my gosh it’s you!” Virgil exclaimed, eyes widening even more than he’d thought possible. Roman ran at him and wrapped him in a huge hug. Virgil hugged back, burying his head in Roman’s shoulder as he did his very best to hold back tears.
He was not prepared for this.
When they finally separated, they each kept their hands on the other’s shoulders, not ever wanting to let go of each other, even for a moment. They just looked at each other for a full one minute, not sure what to say.
“You’re still in costume,” Virgil said.
“You’re still wearing that same hoodie you always are,” said Roman, and hearing his voice and touching him and seeing him talk and him being right there, right now was just too much.
“Please tell me I’m not the only one on the verge of tears here, because if I’m the only one crying, it will be really bad.”
“Are you kidding?” Roman laughed. “If I smudge my stage makeup, I’m gonna be really upset, and so will everyone else in this gosh darn ding dang show, but they’ll just have to deal with it because I just saw my gosh darn ding dang boyfriend for the first time, in real life, so heck yeah I’m gonna cry!”
“Oh thank goodness you’re gonna cry too, I’m gonna return to Logan and Patton with smudged eyeliner and they’re gonna be so confused.”
They both laughed, wiping at their eyes. When they finally calmed down, they just kind of stared at each other some more, drinking each other in.
Roman was the one to break the silence. “Oh, here!” He fished around in his pocket. “I accidentally put the eyeliner in my pocket instead of back in the makeup bag,” he explained. “Can’t do anything about the eyeshadow, but from your selfies, I’m pretty sure at least some havoc there is normal.”
Virgil snorted. “Alright. Eyeliner me up.”
Eyeliner him up Roman did. A few moments later and Virgil had wings so sharp they could cut a man.
“There!” Roman exclaimed when done. “Your makeup-strewn beautiful mess of a face is no longer makeup-strewn!”
“Wow, thanks.”
He suddenly realized that Roman had not pulled back, and was still very much in Virgil’s space bubble. Normally the space bubble was a holy, sacred space. This was not one of those times.
They were staring at each other. Virgil could see the flecks of gold in the depths of Roman’s eyes.
He was truly extraordinary.
Finally, Virgil had had enough, and pulled Roman in by the face. Their lips met with all the pent-up passion of many months of desire. He was filled with a kind of happiness and love he'd never even thought possible.
Inevitably, regretfully, they parted. Both faces were flushed. Cheeks were very red beneath white foundation (Virgil) and loads of stage makeup (Roman).
"Ah, shoot!" Roman cursed. "I must take my leave—I must be behind the stage by the time intermission is almost over. They only let us out for bathroom breaks, and even then time is tight. My apologies, Virgil."
"I get it, Ro. The show needs you." Part of Virgil wanted to scream 'but I want you to stay here with me!', but he couldn't make himself do it. Also, his brain was short-circuiting a little. He had kissed Roman. Roman had kissed him. His brain would never work right again.
"I shall see you in a bit, then!" Roman kissed his cheek quickly, and the space where his lips touched was suddenly the place where his blood wanted to be at this moment. "Or rather," continued Roman, "you'll see me." He winked.
"Uhh," Virgil said, very intelligently.
"See you later, alligator." Roman swished out of the room with a flourish he was certainly quite proud of.
"Uhh, crocodile."
He was ruined. Ruined.
When he got back to his friends (whose hair was not as neat as it once was, but if you thought Virgil was going to point that out, you also probably thought the Percy Jackson movies were good), any hope of them not noticing his slightly messed-up makeup was shattered.
"What happened to your face?" Patton asked.
"Um, so I think I just saw Roman."
Logan tilted his head. "How do you know?"
"I made out with him in the doorway to the bathroom."
Patton squealed. "Wait, really?!"
"Why and how would I make this up?!"
Patton made some more incoherent excited noises. Logan cleared his throat.
"You were sure it was him, correct?"
"Don't worry, I didn't kiss some random stranger. He was in costume too. And he looked exactly like Roman. And sounded like him. And talked like him."
"If it looks like a tomato, smells like a tomato, sounds like a tomato, it's an orange!" Patton said.
"That's... not how it goes..." Logan sighed. "You're lucky I love you."
Patton smiled and leaned his head on Logan's shoulder. "Love you too, honeybee."
"I feel like I'm intruding," said Virgil. "Should I maybe leave?"
That's when the lights dimmed again. Apparently not.
The curtains parted, and there stood Mendel, waiting to begin the second act.
“Homosexuals!”
Mendel was pointing at them. He was freaking pointing his little airplane guide things at them.
Did he know anything?
Mendel winked at them before continuing.
Curse you, Roman.
The rest of the show went quite smoothly (and bonus, Virgil learned just how attractive Roman was with sunglasses: very attractive indeed). By the end, Patton, the only one who didn't know what was coming (Virgil was a theatre nerd and Logan was the brother of another), was sobbing openly. Virgil was, for the first time, grateful for his earlier cry. It helped to hide the tears streaking down his face at the moment. Even Logan was trying to hide that he, too, had shed more than a single tear. Lo, you good ol' liar.
Roman’s voice was beautiful, as usual.
Even when what he was singing was heartbreaking.
Many tears were shed that night.
By the time the show was done, and the cast ran out for bows, there wasn’t a dry eye in sight. A roar of applause sounded around the theatre, and Virgil could feel his hands hurting from clapping so hard. One person stood up. Then another. A tidal wave of people rose to their feet, and Virgil was among them. He couldn’t have resisted if he wanted to.
In the spotlight, Roman seemed to thrive on the cheers and applause of the audience. He had never looked better, more comfortable in his own skin (which was ironic, because he was just acting).
He was, simply, stunning.
The journey from the theatre to the overcrowded hallway was a blur of wow. Logan and Patton were chatting (read: consoling Patton as he sobbed into Logan’s shoulder), but Virgil was in a daze and didn’t pay attention.
He certainly rectified that when he saw a specific, familiar grin and eyes like the prized jewels of power in some fantasy novel.
“ROMANNNNNN!!!!!” Patton ran and hugged Roman, then was confused when no one else joined him.
“Am I the only one?”
Logan cleared his throat. “I’ve known him long than any other combination of two people here have known each other.”
“And I just met him for the first time. Sorta kinda.” Virgil thought for a moment. “Is it the first time? Or not? How does this work?”
“You cannot fool me with the play I just starred in!” Roman smirked. “Oh, also, who knows? I certainly do not.”
“You know nothing.”
Roman let out an offended noise. “Rude!”
Virgil snorted. “What else is new?”
Roman looked him up and down slowly. “For once, the fact that you are actually here, in person.”
“What are you going to do with me now that I’m here?” Virgil asked.
He was answered with a smirk. “Well, first—”
“You’re going to accompany us to the nearest restaurant,” Logan interrupted, “where we will have a nice dinner, free of any icky romantic-type shenanigans. After that, you are free to do as you wish, without informing me about it, and certainly without me right here. Witnessing it. With my eyes. Which need bleach now.”
“Any romantic shenanigans?” Patton and Roman asked, for completely different reasons.
“Any. At all.”
“Pretty sure you don’t really think you can stop them…” Virgil pointed out.
Logan sighed. “I am aware. However, that will not prevent me from trying.”
“Fair enough.”
Roman raised his hand. “I vote Crunchy & Emerald!” He fingergunned at Virgil. “I hear the mac n cheese is excellent there.”
“Oy vey.” Despite his words, Virgil was smiling, and his tone was fond.
“Sounds good to me!” Patton nodded.
Logan shrugged. “Why not?”
Roman extended his arm to Virgil. It was a very olden-timey gesture. It was also adorable. “We never did finish that game of 20 questions, did we?”
Virgil grinned, taking his boyfriend’s arm. “That is indeed not something that we did.”
“I believe it’s your turn to ask a question.”
“Nah. Can you start?”
“I will gladly do that, love.”
“Shall we?”
“We shall.”
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Disneynbroadwaynprinces posted:
OF SEA AND SHORE
Summary: Xaer, heir to the mer kingdom, wished for more than a life of sitting (or hovering above) a throne. Vect, prince of the mainland, wanted adventure and exploration. Peri just wanted a nap in the seaweed.
Word count: 34716
Warnings: Drowning (or rather, almost-drowning), water, sharks, blood in said water, a gigantic octopus lady
A/N: At Last, posting time has arrived! I have waited anxiously for the time to come to share this with you, and now you can see for yourself! Art by my lovely boyfriend and partner for the Bang, @AnxiousAnxietyArt , is here! Enjoy!
It was all quiet under the cover of night and dark waters.
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here’s the art for the starbound big bang. My partner was @disneynbroadwaynprinces , and his fic can be found here.
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EPILOGUE
When Virgil went to ring the doorbell, he almost hesitated. For the first time since Roman and Logan had taken a trip 3 months ago to go see about 10 million musicals in New York and summer break ended, Virgil was going to see his boyfriend again. What if Roman didn't still love him? What if he was possessed? What if he got SQUIPped over the summer? What if—
Patton pushed the doorbell with enough enthusiasm and energy to power China for three years.
Okay then.
Virgil had just enough time to wonder why the doorbell was apparently the "Ma-na-ma-na" song from The Muppets (possibly from Patton messing with it) when the door opened and a very familiar voice yelled his name.
"VIRGIL!"
He was pulled into a tight embrace by his boyfriend. Virgil hugged Roman tight, ignoring the tears leaking past his eyelids. He was barely aware of Patton edging past him to greet Logan. You do that, Patton. I'll just stay right here.
"I missed you," Virgil whispered.
"I missed you too," replied Roman, dipping Virgil and kissing him passionately (like everything else he did). Any stray ends of thought that may have been there instantly vanished, gone into the void. There was only Roman, the reality of him, he who lives in fantasy. His chest filled with a jumble of emotions, and for once he didn't try to repress them.
When they finally broke apart, both were content to stand there, basking in the presence of each other. Neither wanted to break the silence.
"So, we watching this thing or not?" Virgil said finally. There would be plenty of time for saying all that needed to be said, doing all that needed to be done, all of that later.
"Not so fast, mister." Roman looked stern, but also like he wanted to laugh. "Where's that art you promised me?"
"Aren't I art enough?" Virgil joked.
"Well, yes, but a promise is a promise! Fulfill your oath, or you shall feel my wrath!"
"Spicy."
"What??"
"Nothing." Virgil reached into his bag and brought out a piece of paper that had been looked at many times over the course of the last month.
Roman stared at it. It was an image of the day the two had met the first time, Roman onstage, in his costume, radiant. He was utterly spectacular. In the spotlight, he seemed to glow.
“I—Virgil, this is…”
“Full of mistakes and terrible line art, yes, I know.”
“Shut up!” Roman’s face was very, very red. Normally, Virgil would have teased him, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the expression on Roman’s face, maybe it was how he turned to look at Virgil, maybe it was the star struck look in his eyes, maybe it was—
Maybe it was the fact that Logan chose to speak up just then.
"Come over here, you horrifyingly sappy gays! It’s starting!" Logan was standing on the doorway, arms crossed as he looked at the pair. They jumped apart, surprised, the drawing fluttering to the floor. It landed face-up.
"Rude!" Roman yelled back.
Virgil placed his arm on Roman’s shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go join the others.”
Roman nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”
They walked over to join a frantically-bouncing-up-and-down Patton on a couch with Logan, who looked extremely calm for the situation.
Roman settled himself on a comfortable armchair. Virgil perched on the armrest of said armchair.
"Why are you on the armrest?" Roman asked. “You're not an arm. You would be the blue lion, if anything. You’d be a leg. The leg of Voltron, but still a leg.”
Virgil rolled his eyes. "Because places that aren't meant to be sat on are always more comfortable than regular chairs. Duh."
“Oh, of course.”
Patton bounced even higher and faster, if that was possible. “Come on come on come ooooonnnnnn! Starbound is here!!!”
Logan stared at his boyfriend, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Did you happen to have any sugar within the last 24 hours?”
“...maybe…”
Virgil sighed. “I told you not to, Pat!”
“But there were MnMs! I had to have the MnMs!” Patton protested, not slowing down in his frantic movements.
Logan kissed his cheek. “Patton, I love you, but that was a very illogical decision.”
“I knoooowwwww, but MnMs!”
“There is only one way to resolve this conflict!” Roman declared. He ran into the other room, returning a minute later with a bag full of marshmallows.
“Ro, what the heckety heck are you doing?” Virgil asked.
“We must ALL eat excessive amounts of sugar in order to have Patton be less hyper by comparison!” He ripped open the bag and tossed a marshmallow into his mouth with ease.
Logan raised his hand. “That would be not only quite damaging to your health, but also illogical.” Logan walked over to Roman and stuck his hand into the marshmallow bag, grabbing a large handful.
“I cannot allow you and Virgil to consume this entire bag. It would be bad. Also, the fact that the amount of sugar in a few MnMs is quite different to the amount of sugar in marshmallows is quite different. To even it up more, we must all eat marshmallows.”
He stuffed the entire handful of gooey marshmallows into his face.
Well.
Virgil burst out laughing as Roman stood there, looking scandalized at the actions of Logan. “How dare?”
Patton made grabby hands. “Can I have some marshmallows?”
Logan grabbed one (prompting more protests from Roman) and gave it to his boyfriend. They all settled back down in their seats, prepared for what was coming.
Khoshekh ran into the room, meowing. He made a flying cat leap onto Virgil’s lap, purring contentedly. How he perched there when Virgil was sitting on the edge of a chair, no one knew. He was a cat. Cats make their own rules.
Logan, who was (after a unanimous decision) in control of the remote, set up the TV. A few minutes later, everything was up and running and ready.
Virgil put his arm around his boyfriend and cuddled him close. “Ironic, isn’t it?” He laughed softly. “This is what brought us all together.”
Roman leaned into Virgil’s touch. “Yeah. To think that we’re here now, it feels… right.” He kissed his boyfriend’s cheek.
Patton paused his bouncing long enough to nod excitedly in agreement and give Logan a long hug. Logan closed his eyes and attempted to kiss Patton, but by then he’d resumed his bouncing.
“I can’t believe Logan is dead,” Roman whispered in his ear.
Virgil shook his head. “Rip Logan. He will be missed.”
Logan the corpse leaned over to punch Roman’s shoulder. “Shut up.”
“Shutting up now, sir.” Roman smirked and pantomimed zipping his lips.
“Let’s watch this thing!” Patton exclaimed, making grabby hands for the remote. If Logan didn’t start it soon, he would do it himself.
Lo finally managed to kiss Patton’s cheek. “Alright, let us begin.”
He pressed play.
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Growing Fame (1/??)
summary: A modern AU where the losers are semi-famous for different things, and when they all run into each other at a certain event, all of their fans go bat-shit crazy – wanting the seven to spend more time together. What they didn’t expect even more than that, though, was a well-known and mean journalist to write bad reviews on them all. Their growing fame could soon shrink, they quickly realized.
warnings: nothing, really; swearing.
pairings: not yet decided
a/n: I am excited for this, not gonna lie. To sum up the reasont that they’re famous: Most of the losers are YouTubers. Stan, Eddie, and Bill are this funny famous trio who used to be on Vine. Bev is a make up/FX artist. Mike is a singer on YouTube who’s slowly getting famous. Richie’s in a band. & Ben makes educational history vids with the occasional blog of him & Mike together bc they’re bffs. Hope you guys enjoy!!
oh & this is like 2.4k words, so beware bc its a bit long.
CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3
Day Off
Mike Hanlon laid on the couch in his apartment – head propped up by cushion, a guitar on his stomach, clothes mismatched from being lazy, and his golden retriever laying beside the couch while the black cat was curled between his feet. He strummed the guitar and hummed a tune of one of his songs with his eyes closed. He was simply relaxing, enjoying the time by himself with his two lovely pets. He could faintly hear his friend in the guest bedroom, an occasional yell being heard that made Mike halt his strumming for a short second before starting again. The dark skinned male had no idea what his friend was doing but he didn’t matter. He had a day off.
A day off from working his ass off to get his EP done for his fans – a surprise for them, actually. Mike was a singer/song writer on YouTube who had just recently been signed a record label deal for the next five years. He had been working on the EP before, but now it’s basically officially official that it will all happen. The work was tiresome, surprisingly. He stood in a studio all day, singing his heart out, and it was fun, don’t worry, but he just couldn’t help but feel that he needed everything for it to be perfect. Besides, he needed one more song plus the name for the EP and he had no idea what to do for those two things.
He was in a writing slump and all the names for EP he came up with sounded idiotic. But he had to admit that this all beat working at the family farm. He loved it there, too; he loved all the animals and spending time with family. But he also loved music, and once his grandfather agreed that Mike could give the music career a go, he was ecstatic.
Mike halted his strumming and humming once again as the guest bed room flung open. His eyes opened as well when the sound of footsteps were heard to be coming closer, and as Sandy the golden retriever lifted her head. Not too soon later, Ben Hanscom stood in the living room with a fowl expression and crossed arms. It was rare to see Ben so upset at somethings, so Mike quickly sat up.
Ben and Mike had been friends ever since they started college together a couple years ago. At the time, Mike was working on becoming an engineer with the side job of music - just playing at little venues to get the money with the occasional video up on YouTube just like he had done in high school. But once his videos got more popular and as he realized that music could be his career, he focused more on the music. Still, though, he was working on a minor in engineering with a major for general studies. It wasn’t too much to handle.
Ben had become Mike’s roommate. He was in love, and still is, with history. All his life he had been fascinated by it, and he was glad to know Mike didn’t find it annoying; the boy actually agreed. At some point in time he started putting up videos explaining history and doing little cartoons along with it; the first video got pretty popular pretty quickly, surprising both boys, and now two years later Ben has a contract with a company that pays him. He posts explanatory and educational videos of history. He also has a vlog, just posting there once in a while when there’s a longer time period in between videos.
So, the two boys knew each other pretty well. After two years of dealing with each other, becoming close friends, and slowly rising to popularity together, both of them noticed what made the other tick. What made them annoyed, or happy, or scared, or angry. So Mike Hanlon was pretty quick to pick up on Ben Hanscom’s annoyance.
“Dude, everything okay?” Mike asked carefully, making sure not to accidentally kick Salem (yes he named the cat after the black cat from Sabrina the Teenage Witch, okay?) as he moved his legs. Salem was quick to leave.
“We need to go to comic con this year.”
Mike stared for a moment before cracking a smile. “Is that why you’re pissed?” He asked.
“Mike, we missed last year, okay? We can’t miss two years in a row! I need to dress up as Star Lord at least once in my life without getting weird looks and to geek over Game of Throwns with other people.”
“I geek about it.”
“You complain about the nudity.”
“Well, I watch the show for the action; not the sex scenes!”
For a few seconds the two twenty year olds were quiet, staring at one another, waiting to see if the conversation was going to turn into a debate that they usually had when Game of Throwns was brought up. Was there too much nudity in the show? Mike often with yes, most of the time, while Ben said it was fine; they once got in an argument about it in a public place and the looks they got made them regret having being so loud about it.
Thankfully, though, neither boy continued on with the subject. Ben uncrossed his arms and shrugged as he said, “Anyway, we’re going to comic con.”
“Alright, fine. Need me to buy the tickets?”
“Ah, no, I have the money. Thanks for offering, though, Mike,” Ben told him.
The taller boy gave a smile and nodded. “Welcome, B.”
“Hey, guys, I have a day off from school and work and editing videos, so here I am doing a live stream! With Stan and Bill!”
“I was forced into this,” Stanley Uris’ voice sounded as he situated himself in front of the propped up phone. He gave a small glare to Eddie Kaspbrak but at seeing the smaller boy smile innocently at him, he rolled eyes and smiled back. “It’s barely started and I already regret this.”
“Aw S-Stan, it won’t even last th-thuh-thirty minutes,” Bill Denbrough said. He refrained from making a face as he stuttered; most of the time he didn’t now a days, but once in a while it would pop up. Stan glanced over at him and shrugged. He had already sat down on the other side of Eddie, one arm thrown around the back of Eddie’s chair and the other in his lap as he held his phone.
The three boys were known for goofing off in front of the camera together on YouTube. It used to be Vines, once upon a time. Bill and Eddie started out there and soon Stan joined and they had both separate accounts and a joint account where they would constantly make stupid yet funny videos together. They got pretty famous, too, so once Vine ceased to exist, they moved on YouTube. Still stupid but funny. Once in a while ranting videos. An occasional vlog here and there. Then the rare live stream, something Eddie decided to do today.
“Anyway, we are here to answer some questions!” Eddie exclaimed, clapping his hands together and giving a smile. “So ask away.”
Bill leaned forward to read one of the many comments. “ ‘BILL’,” he paused and laughed at the fact that his name was in all caps, “ ‘What’s is like living with Stan and Eddie?’ Oh, wow- o-okay. Not that bad, actually. They’re both nice and neat people. I’m the messy one, they clean up after me a lot.”
“No one likes your dirty socks under the couch, William,” Stan informed him with a teasing attitude. Bill flipped him off but they all laughed.
“ ‘When will Bill’s book be done’?” Stan read the next question. He then turned to look at Bill, who gave a shrug and a nod. Stan nodded back before answering. “Sometime in November! We’re excited about it. Bill won’t let us read it until then, so we’ve been stuck to waiting with you guys.”
“It’s a surprise, idiots,” the tallest male explained.
They then went on and answered more questions. Are you guys going to comic con in 2 weeks? The answer was an enthusiastic yes from all three boys. When will we get another video of Stan with the birds? Stan had answered sometime soon, when the raining whether outside was sunshine instead. Then they got questions about the different types of birds and Stan grinned the entire time answering the ones he could. Then Eddie answered one about how his nursing major was going; despite being popular in the media, Eddie still went to school.
They all did. He didn’t want to be left in the dust, having to work random jobs, when they decide to stop making videos, so he decided nursing would do just fine. Bill majored in English and constantly had papers to write, but still somehow found time to write his upcoming book and make videos with his two friends, even sometimes his little brother, Georgie, back at home. Stan decided to just do general studies but then also decided to minor in World Religions. Between all of that, he also had a wide knowledge of birds.
“ ‘Favorite bands’?” Eddie read one of the comments after complaining about his lack of sleep. “Imagine Dragons,” he quickly answered.
“The Records,” Bill said at the same time, excitement evident on his features and in his voice.
“Who the fuck are The Records?” Stan asked.
Eddie pointed at their Jewish friend, “I’m with Stan on this one.”
Bill grinned. “Remember that guy I told you about who made dick jokes and your mom jokes a lot at my high school?”
“Oh, no,” Eddie groaned with a grimace on his face.
Stanley frowned and rolled his eyes. “Your best friend until you came here?”
“He’s still my best friend! I’m bitter that you guys haven’t met him yet, but he’s in a band called The Records. He’s the lead singer, too, and they’re good. They got a record deal last year and they’ve been getting more popular since.”
“Huh,” came from both Eddie and Stan.
“Maybe I’ll give them a listen,” Stan muttered.
“He sounds annoying from all the things you’ve told us about it. But good for his band, I guess,” Eddie said. He glanced at his phone and chuckled at one of the comments. My aesthetic: Bill gushing about his friends and promoting them. He read it out loud, which just caused everyone to laugh and agree with the fan.
Shortly after, the livestream on Instagram ended and three boys piled out of the apartment and went to dinner.
Richie Tozier was grinning from ear to ear by the end of the live stream that had his best friend in it - the best friend that wasn’t Beverly Marsh, of course. He laughed slightly and laid across his bed. It was no secret that Richie watched every livestream, YouTube video, vlog, or whatever that Bill Denbrough was in; they were best friends in high school and supported each other then. He wasn’t going to stop supporting the guy now just because they lived in different cities.
(And, no, he wasn’t watching the smaller boy’s videos daily; just the one’s with Bill. He didn’t follow Eddie Kaspbrak on all social media platforms, either, no he did not).
(Fucking liar).
Richie went to the message app and sent Bill a text.
to Big Bill: aw bill u sure ur not in love with me???
He got a quick response.
from Big Bill: i’m in love with chicken wings, rich, how many times do we have to discuss this
to Big Bill: until the die I day
to Big Bill: wait
to Big Bill: until the day I die!
from Big Bill: fucking hell
Richie laughed and exited out of the app. He was about to go onto Twitter, to see if there was any drama regarding anything interesting, when his door flung open to reveal his redheaded best friend standing there with a pissed off expression. Richie raised an eyebrow. She should be on a date; he should be having the rest of the day to himself. He quickly sat up and rolled off of his bed and walked over to Beverly.
“Bev, what happened?” He asked. He could slowly feel himself getting pissed at whatever the situation was.
Beverly Marsh was like his sister and damned be any girl or guy who hurt her feelings. They met a year ago, outside of the a club after being kicked out for being underage. Ever since then, they’ve been inseparable. They got an apartment together not even three months after knowing each other; that’s how well they got along. Of course, though, they got into their little quarrels and fights but not once did they say they hated the other or that they wanted to move out. There was like an unspoken agreement to never say those words.
“Do I need to fight her? I will, just say the word!”
Beverly rolled her eyes yet there was a tiny smile on her lips that soon vanished as quick as it came. The scowl was back and Richie could faintly see tears building up in her eyes. “She didn’t fucking show,” she seethed out finally. “I mean, last time she had actually came and gave an explanation before leaving right after. But this time she fucking- I sat there for nearly two hours! It was humiliating, Rich.”
Richie sighed and extended his arms. “Do you need a hug?”
“No,” Bev shook her head. But she glanced up and slouched her shoulders at seeing the look on Richie’s face. “Fine,” she sighed. She was then instantly pulled into a bone crushing hug by the lead singer of The Records. She didn’t hesitate to hug back. “I’m going to go plan out my next make up video later. Can I do yours again sometime soon?”
“Sure can, Bev. Oh, and guess what I got tickets for today,” Richie told her. A smirk formed on his lips.
Beverly pulled away from the hug and looked up at him after wiping under her eyes. She had blinked back most of the tears but still some leaked out.
“Dude, no way?” She asked, excited about it all even though Richie didn’t actually say the words. They have both been talking about it for days now, not knowing if they could actually get tickets.
“Yes way! Get your costume ready, Miss Marsh, because we’re going to comic con!”
#give this some love and attention if like this bc I'm low key anxious about this#the losers club#modern au#*growing fame#it#it 2017#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#bill denbrough#ben hanscom#mike hanlon#beverly marsh#stan uris#beverie#stenbrough#reddie#stike#bichie#streddie#steddie#stozier#pls don't hate me for adding all the ships bc idk which ships will be in this so i'm being prepared#my writing#fic
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“I Saw Momma Kissing Santa Claus”
Rhys approached the kitchen slowly, still shook by the rough treatment. His eyes narrowed as he looked over the counter, noticing how close Nisha and Jack were sitting. Even though they were in two different chairs, it looked like she was almost seated in his lap.
Rhys took a seat at the bar across from them, arms folded over his chest. Nisha and Jack seemed to talk to each in gestures and looks as much as actual words, their smirks and gesticulations interweaving with a comfortable ease that had the back of his neck prickling.
Rhys set his lips in a line, watching. His annoyance must be obvious, because Nisha noticed with a smirk.
“Uh oh, watch out, your little pet seems kinda on edge, Jackie.”
Rhys bristled so hard he nearly rivaled the Christmas tree in the corner.
Jackie? She even had a nickname for him? Also pet? Really?
She had some nerve.
The ending to this fic isn’t done yet but I’m getting antsy not having it at least partially posted as it gets further away from Christmas D: So I’m posting most of it now and later tonight I will edit this post to add on the ending and then reblog it again so people can read the full fic!
This is basically sugar baby Rhys getting jealous when Nisha comes to stay during the holidays.
11th day of Requestmas for @sinnamon-jack! Who wanted some sugar daddy AU shenanigans with Rhys Jack and Nisha. This is mostly just Rhack though with some past implied Jack/Nisha and a slightly hinted threesome but nothing explicit yet. Enjoy!
Rhys was special.
He’d come from some inauspicious beginnings, sure—no one exactly aspired to be a coffee shop barista fresh out of college, especially when he had a programming degree—but thankfully his good looks had plucked him out of the hellhole of spilt milk and screeching soccer moms and jumped him directly into Jack’s lap.
Jack treated him like the prince he was. He saw something more in Rhys, which wasn’t to say he didn’t also enjoy the young man’s body and all the fun things they could do with it. They’d been together for over a year now, sharing a second Christmas when many couples didn’t even get to experience a first, and in that time Jack had clearly shown how much he cared for Rhys. He had the receipts to prove it, the marks on his neck should anyone try to dismiss their love. Jack utterly adored him, and Rhys relished every moment of his time bathed in his boyfriend’s attention and love.
He was Jack’s special boy.
So when Jack had come home one day followed by a woman that Rhys had never seen before, arm around her shoulders and laughing and joking all friendly, he’d been put off.
“Hey, Rhysie!” Jack had called him from his perch on the couch, the young man untangling his legs from the tiny throw blanket. The cheerful greeting he’d had for Jack died in confusion on his lips when he first saw the other woman, who teetered on his toes and held onto Jack for support as if his laughter had gotten her drunk.
“Look who I found bumming around outside! I’ve told you about Nisha, didn’t I?”
Nisha. Rhys vaguely remembered Jack mentioning that name on occasion, usually when talking about his past. And now that he looked at her closely, he recognized her from one of the few framed pictures of people other than Jack adorning the walls in the living room. It was a vacation photo, presumably, of Jack and this Nisha in some tropical cay, the both of them flipping off the camera, Jack in a sleek pair of black swimming shorts and Nisha in a plum bikini, her abs rock hard and her boobs squeezed together by Jack’s one-armed hug.
“Oh, right, I vaguely remember you talking about her…” Rhys started, watching the proximity between this woman and his boyfriend as if he were judging a ____ competition. He flinched slightly when Nisha bumped their hips together, nearly sending Jack off balance as she shed his arm, sauntering over and sticking her hand out to Rhys.
“So, this is the little thing Jack’s told me about, huh? He’s cute.” She called over her shoulder. Rhys hesitantly reached out to shake hands, only for Nisha to grab his wrist and pull him in for a hug. He yelped once as their chests bumped together, then against when Nisha reached over his hip and roughly grabbed his ass.
“Hoo boy! You got a ripe one here!” She cackled into his ear.
“Easy on him, Nish,” Jack laughed, peering around the counter separating the living room from the kitchen, hand already in his emergency bag of pretzels. Rhys wiggled helplessly in Nisha’s arms as she nearly lifted him up off of the ground, before suddenly letting go. He yelped, frazzled as he wobbled back on his feet. He rubbed his injured butt ruefully, watching as Nisha plunked down next to Jack at the bar, stealing some pretzels.
He approached the kitchen slowly, still shook by the rough treatment. His eyes narrowed as he looked over the counter, noticing how close Nisha and Jack were sitting. Even though they were in two different chairs, it looked like she was almost seated in his lap.
Rhys took a seat at the bar across from them, arms folded over his chest. Nisha and Jack seemed to talk to each in gestures and looks as much as actual words, their smirks and gesticulations interweaving with a comfortable ease that had the back of his neck prickling.
Rhys set his lips in a line, watching. His annoyance must be obvious, because Nisha noticed with a smirk.
“Uh oh, watch out, your little pet seems kinda on edge, Jackie.”
Rhys bristled so hard he nearly rivaled the Christmas tree in the corner.
Jackie? She even had a nickname for him? Also pet? Really?
She had some nerve.
“How long are you staying here, Nisha?” Rhys asked, as politely as he could muster.
“Hah, you know, I wasn’t really planning on it, I was just thinking of grabbing a fancy hotel room ‘round here.”
“Pfft, you think I’m gonna let you stay in some crappy little room for the holidays when you could be staying here?” Jack snorted. Rhys’ tenuous, polite smile quivered, like a fault-line about to snap.
“Pretty sure the Ritz-Carlton isn’t exactly crappy, but well….if you’re offering…” Nisha grinned, showing off her fang-like teeth. “Been awhile since we’ve slept under one roof, huh Jackie?”
“I’m going to make some coffee, does anyone else want coffee?” Rhys interrupted, scraping his barstool against the floor as he hopped up, busying himself with Jack’s fancy coffee maker that he’d only just recently figured out to use. He poured milk into the tiny pitcher and started to steam it, hoping the tearing, bubbling sound of the foam would drown out any further conversation with Jack and Nisha.
Rhys tipped a little bit of the special-order lavender syrup Jack had bought for him back during his birthday in the peppermint-striped mug he’d gotten last Christmas. Jack had a matching one too, stowed away in the cupboard for now.
Neither Jack or Nisha called to him saying they wanted any, or if they did he was blocking them out. He did heard Jack laugh, probably at some super funny joke that Nisha said or something. Rhys pressed the button for the espresso shots, trying to drown his aggravation in the sounds of coffee beans grinding.
The hot, perfectly foamed little drink did a little to make him feel better, but an unhappy feeling still clawed at his heart as he walked back towards the counter, trying to stave off the slight knit in his eyebrows. Though he was annoyed, he didn’t want to cause a scene. So he kept taking angry sips, licking the foam clean from his upper lip as Nisha and Jack continued their banter as if they were an old married couple.
Ugh.
“Rhysie, you’re fine with Nisha staying for Christmas, right?” Jack asked over his shoulder. Rhys froze, both suddenly looking at him. He forced a smile on his lips, through his eyes were small and humorless.
“If you think that’s a good idea, Jack.”
“Pfft. You kidding? It’s a great idea. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” Did Jack just wink? Rhys prayed for his sake it was a trick of the light.
“And you two are gonna get along great, I just know it!” Jack proclaimed, robust with blunt confidence.
Rhys smile dropped off his face like a lead weight, sourly tipping back his festive mug and chugging the rest of his coffee.
Nisha being around wasn’t exactly helping Rhys to think of a proper Christmas present for Jack. And it was already a week before the big day! If he wanted to get anything that had to be ordered and shipped, he needed to think fast, but it was hard when nothing he came up with seemed good enough. It needed to be amazing, to knock Jack off his feet, so he would have eyes only for Rhys and kick Nisha to the curb before Christmas dinner was served.
But his typically reliable shopping source, the internet, wasn’t helping him much when it came to Jack’s gifts. Everything he wanted was far out of his price range, and though he had access to Jack’s credit cards, the guy checked his balance almost obsessively and would definitely figure out what Rhys had been buying through some fervid interrogation. So that left him with his own, dinky little bank account with leftovers from previous paychecks and the occasional cash gifts that Jack had deposited for him.
Ugh. Nothing that Rhys could afford would impress Jack at all!
He realized that, at this point, he would probably have to brave the malls to at least cut off the cost of rushed shipping, and although the thought of shopping filled him with adrenaline even with the thin bank account, getting out of the apartment brought with it another problem. A problem stemming from the source of all his misery lately.
Rhys was conflicted. On the one hand, he really didn’t want to hang around the house all the time while Jack and Nisha reminisced about the good old days but. Even worse was the idea of what kind of shenanigans they might get up to if he wasn’t there to make sure they kept some kind of space between them.
Even when Jack was out and Nisha was there alone Rhys was antsy. She had little respect for personal space. Or knocking before entering. One time, Rhys had been changing, fresh from the shower, when she suddenly slipped in, sauntered over, and sat on the bed.
“Ah!” Rhys had screamed, nearly tangling his legs in his silky pajama bottoms and falling over. She had only laughed, slapping her knees as she sat cross-legged on the bed, right in Rhys’ spot. Where he had just fixed up the sheets.
“Please, kid, there’s nothing you have that I haven’t seen before. Believe me.” She snickered. Rhys flushed down to his neck, backing away from her with his towel clutched against his chest, not trusting her enough to turn his back. She’d already grabbed his butt once.
“It’s not about that,” Rhys hissed, backing up into his closet, hand groping behind him to try to find an undershirt to throw on. Something so that he could stop being naked with Nisha watching him like a hungry dog.
He heard the distant beep of the front door security code, followed by a slamming door that sent his heart leaping.
“Jack—!” He started, foolishly turning towards the door and lowering his towel, which gave Nisha an in to jump up and get all up in his face.
“Oh Jack, Jack!” she mocked, voice pitched up. “Jeez, you really are a fat, pampered little pussycat, aren’t you?” Nisha cackled, poking him in the belly. Rhys blushed, wrapping his arms tight around his middle as he sucked in his stomach.
“I am not.’
“Ohhh yeah? What’s all this, then?” She lunged forward, somehow worming around the cage of his arms to grab at the sides of his hips. He squealed, jumping away and out of her grasp, his cheeks flushing impossibly darker.
“D-Don’t do that!” Rhys cried, loud enough to apparently summon Jack, who appeared in the hallway.
“What are you kids up to, huh?” He grinned. Rhys huffed, skipping over to Jack’s side and wrapping his arms around the man’s waist.
“She called me fat.”
“Fat with a ‘p-h,’ or—“
“No. What? That’s not even…” Rhys fumbled at the terrible joke as Nisha snickered in the background.
“Aw, I was just kidding, Rhysie. Don’t get your boxers in a bunch.” She brushed past them, snapping at Rhys’ waistband as she walked by. He practically jumped into Jack’s arms, glaring after her.
“Jack—“
His boyfriend pecked him on the lips, quieting Rhys’ whines but not wiping off his pout.
“She’s just teasing, pumpkin. C’mon, don’t be so sensitive.”
“I am not sensitive.” He insisted, fingers scrabbling against Jack’s sweater as he shifted away from the doorframe, trying to tug him back into the room. He heard the sound of tearing plastic and the beep of the microwave in the direction of the kitchen—if they were lucky, they could get some cuddling in while whichever frozen dinner Nisha had stuffed their fridge with heated up.
But Jack brushed away his hands, leaving Rhys frustrated and still half-naked and alone watching his boyfriend go off to make small talk.
Everything came to a head when one afternoon, three days before Christmas, Rhys returned home from the mall with empty hands and a tightly wound ball of frustration deep inside his chest.
He had spent the entire trip second guessing every potential gift he’d laid his hands on, eventually taking out his sorrows on a ice cream sundae from one of the little mall kiosks. And then another one.
Now he had a slight stomachache and a deep sense of dread. He wanted little more than to curl up in his bed and cry and maybe order Jack a keychain online so he had something, but—of course—when he walked through the door there was Nisha, sitting with her feet up on the coffee table, watching television and painting her nails.
“Kitty finally found his way home, huh?” Nisha rolled a peppermint around her tongue
“…Unfortunately…” He had little desire to act civil around her anymore. He shrugged off his coat, tossing it onto the coat rack and nearly tipping it over.
He needed coffee in his hand two minutes ago.
Feet thumped against the slate tile behind him as he reached up for a fresh bag of beans in the pantry. He could feel Nisha’s eyes on him, but hoped she would leave as he processed a couple scoops of beans in their grinder. But as he patted the grounds out into the little filter he heard her sigh, like Rhys’ presence was the one inconveniencing her.
He tilted his head slightly over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes.
“What?”
Nisha pursed her lips.
“I’ve been sensing a little hostility here, Rhysie.”
“Don’t call me that,” Rhys hissed, his patience running very thin as he grabbed the jug of almond milk from the fridge and poured it into the little pitcher.
“Me-ow. All right,” Nisha snarked, hands on her hips as she looked him over. Her eyes yellow, slitted like a wolf’s. Carrying that same bossy, predatorial air that she’d kept over him her entire stay. Well, Rhys was sick of it.
“You think you can come into my house and tell me how to act and talk? You really have some fucking nerve!” he snapped, slamming the milk carton against the counter it splashed all over his hand. But he didn’t care as he whirled around, little frothy drips splattering on the floor. For the first time, Nisha had the sense to show an expression other than detached snark.
“Hmm. I’m thinking this goes a little deeper than just some dishes left out or a borrowed toothbrush. Spill, kid, what’s your damage?”
“You think I’m gonna just bro down with you and tell you everything about me?” Rhys raised his eyebrow, letting out a short, derisive laugh. “I want you away from me, I don’t want to have to talk it out!”
Nisha’s purple nails rapped viciously against her hipbones.
“So you’re just a spoiled little brat, is that it? Fuck, how does Jack put up with you?”
“Because he loves me!” Rhys seethed, cheeks growing flush with anger. “I know that. Because I know him.”
“Pfft. As if. You don’t know him as well as I do, kid.”
“Oh yeah?” Rhys eyes glittered with a challenge. “You’d be surprised. I have been living with him for over a year.”
“Yeah, and I’ve known him since he was a zit-faced teenager. Pre-plastic surgery.” She laughed at Rhys’ shocked expression. “Yeah. Bet he never told you that?”
“You’re lying.”
“Cross my heart. You think Jack can’t afford the best surgeon around?”
“Why are you doing this?” Rhys hissed, nose scrunching like an angry animal. “Do you just want to break us up or something? Get back into Jack’s life? Is that it?”
Nisha blinked owlishly, golden eyes wide with surprise.
“Is that why you’ve been so fucking hostile ever since I came here?”
Rhys’ eyebrows clenched together.
“Yes, sorry for being a little possessive of my boyfriend.”
Nisha stared for a moment, lips parted, before deflating and rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“Look, I’m not trying to steal your daddy, kid. Nuh-uh. I’ve already rode that train and it’s nice, but I’m a one-way kind of gal.” She waved dismissively. “You can have him.”
“Well…..thanks, I guess.” Rhys relented slightly, a bit of the tension draining out of him.
“I know you probably won’t anyway, but trust me. You’re a really cute twink. Jack loves cute little guys like you. Almost as much as he loves girls with tits bigger than mine.” Her voice edged into a slightly sour territory, before bouncing back.
“You seem a little tightly wound though, sweetie, something up? Jackie’s not eyeing other boys, is he?” Rhys shook his head.
“No, it’s not that…”
“Well, the offer to ‘spill’ still stands, Rhysie.”
Rhys sighed, palming his temples as his feelings suddenly came vomiting out.
“Sorry. It’s just. I don’t know what to get Jack for Christmas, I wanted to buy him something with my own bank account but all the money is his and if I use his card he’s going to notice but all the things I think he might like are too expensive and it’s getting so close to Christmas and overnight shipping is like fifty dollars and I don’t know what to—“
“Woah woah woah there, breath, little guy—“ Nisha stopped him, thumping her palms against his shoulders. Rhys roughly swallowed down the rest of his words.
“S-sorry…it’s just been…a lot.” He eked out as Nisha rubbed his shoulders, the gesture weirdly comforting. She had nice strong hands, just like Jack.
Rhys flopped his head forward, letting out a tight sigh.
“I really need some coffee…”
“Pop a squat there, kid, I’ll finish it up for you.” Nisha patted his face before directing him towards the bar and forcing him to sit on one of the stools. He zoned out a bit, absently popping the button on his cuff as he listened to the bubble of milk and espresso. He gratefully took the cup from Nisha when she sat down besides him, pleased to find it was his Christmas mug. Fortunately, the warmth and caffeine helped him relax a little more. He thanked her quietly, voice still a little hoarse from upset.
“No problem, Rhysie.” She patted his forearm as he took gentle sips, gradually calming down. For the first time since Nisha had come to stay, the air was serene between them, zapped of the previous strain.
Rhys perked up as Nisha suddenly hummed, tapping her fingers against her lips.
“I do wanna help you get him a nice gift though, kid. ‘Cause I’ve been talking to him a lot and he’s…he seems pretty happy. Happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.” She shrugged. “He’s always been a sucker for spoiling people, and if you’re soaking that up like a sponge rather than getting weirded out then well…it’s no wonder he fell for you.”
Rhys’ heart thumped in his chest, blushing.
“Ooooh, hold it. I think I got the perfect idea.” A devilish little smile flitted across Nisha’s purple lips.
“Uh huh?”
“Yeah…lets be honest….there’s only one thing that Jack really wants for Christmas.”
Rhys cocked his head.
“What’s that?”
“You.”
Christmas Eve had come so quickly Jack could feel his head spin.
Things were always a touch more hectic than usual around the season at Hyperion—which was saying something, considering the usual corporate shenanigans Jack had to deal with the rest of the year. Last minute meetings and project approvals had dogged him in the last few days, so finally being able to leave the office in the early afternoon had been as refreshing as that first inhale of crisp air as he stepped out of the building.
Traffic was blissfuly light on the drive home, and without any last minute gifts to buy or plans to arrange Jack felt totally relaxed.
Everything was ready—the fridge already stuffed with food both for tonight and tomorrow evening, the decorations already hung with meticulous care, Rhys’ presents laid out underneath the Christmas tree. Jack thought he’d out done himself this year. Last Christmas, Rhysie had got a mountain of presents from him. This year, it was practically an entire mountain range, circling around the tree and trailing off along the wall towards the entertainment center. Every inch professionally wrapped, topped with elaborate bows and twirls of ribbons like some kind of ritzy art display.
Jack tapped his code on the apartment’s keypad, ready to unwind and rest for a bit before he got started on Christmas Eve dinner.
But the massive present sitting square in the middle of the living room put those plans on hold.
Jack blinked, sliding his laptop bag onto the couch as he approached the huge gift with confusion and trepidation. The present was slightly taller than he was with the added height of the messy blue bow popped on top. It had been wrapped rather clumsily, bare side of the paper exposed and stuck down with criss-crossing layers of tape. He reached out, not sure if he should touch it.
The packaged rumbled, its bow trembling. Jack could hear noises from within, soft grunting and scratching up against the walls. Just when Jack was about to grab his knife on the hunch some enemy of his had wrapped up a wild animal and shipped it to his place when whatever was inside punched out. Jack watched as painted nails tore through the blue and gold wrapping paper, ripping open a bigger and bigger hole before another hand joined it and opened up the box like a door.
Jack’s eyes widened with surprise as Rhys slipped out of the present, shedding off any clinging paper and ribbon as he stepped out into the living room. The young man was dressed from head to toe in a sexy reindeer costume, but nothing like the cheap tacky ones they sold in dollar stores. Realistic fur tastefully covered the young man’s chest and tufted on his hips, complimenting the red leather lingerie tight against Rhys’ skin. Dainty gold jingle bells glittered on the shoulder straps and garter belts, and high heels stylized to look like hooves bumped Rhys up an extra inch or two. Realistically carved plastic antlers sat atop his head, set in a headband that also sported a pair of spotted, fluffy ears—completing the look.
And what a look it was. Jack had never wanted to fuck a deer more than he did in that second.
Rhys struck a coy pose, fingers curled underneath his chin as he fluttered his eyelashes at Jack. A grin split the older man’s face from ear to ear, glowing with passion as he practically stepped forward and wrapped his arm tight around his boyfriend’s waist.
“Rhys, Rhysie, you perfect lil’ peach of a pumpkin, you make the prettiest present I ever saw!” Jack nearly kissed the peppermint gloss off his lips as he brought Rhys in close, his nose bumping against Rhys’ own and smearing a bit of the red makeup on the tip.
“What do you think?” Jack broke from Rhys’ lips, turning to see Nisha leaning against the doorway leading into the bedroom hall, a knowing grin on her face.
“You helped out with this?” He breathed, feeling Rhys’ kissing insistently along his cheek. Nisha remained unfazed by the way Rhys was grinding his furry little hips against Jack’s body, looking more proud than anything else.
“Of course, he needed someone to wrap the present for him! Can’t exactly do that while he’s, yanno, inside.”
Jack snorted, hand falling to Rhys’ hip to stave his needy crotch off just a little longer.
“You two getting along. Cooperating? That’s a frikkin’ Christmas miracle right there.”
“Mmm, lets just say I got into the spirit of the holiday.” Nisha shrugged away from the doorframe, sticking one hand in her pockets. With the other she shot a finger gun, using a finger to tip up her hat.
“Anyway, I’m gonna leave you two lovebirds to it. And that’s real fur, Jackie, so try not to get any fluids on it, ‘kay?” She started to head towards the door when Rhys suddenly broke away from Jack, prancing over to her with a jingle in each step.
“Hold up—“ Rhys lowered his voice as Nisha turned, craning her neck in to hear him.
“Even sex won’t budge Jack from his dinner plan—believe me, I know—“ Rhys laughed softly. “It’s probably still going to be at seven….come back for that, okay? I promise if he makes a mess I’ll force him to clean up.”
“I believe it. In that outfit, he’s gonna be putty in your hands…all right, kid. Momma will meet ya for dinner.” She ruffled his hair affectionately, the blush on Rhys’ cheeks deepening almost to match his nose.
“Thank you,” Rhys whispered, before bounding back to Jack’s side, kissing the older man’s suspicious look off his face. Nisha smirked as she moved out into the hallway, shutting the door behind her just as Rhys pounced on Jack and pushed him down on the couch, the muffled sounds of randy jingle bells quickly filling the air.
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Doctor Who Secret Santa 2017
Hello! I am so sorry I am late posting this, I had trouble with my phone, but as soon as I got home I went to my computer and got the story ready. I edited the story, but this weekend has been hectic, so if I miss anything let me know!
This story was written for @lastbluetardis. for the @dwsecretsanta. It is a fake boyfriend trope with fluff, and safe for general audiences. (Brief mention of nudity and kissing.) This is a 10 x Rose au fic. I hope you enjoy it!
“I need a favor from you,” Rose desperately said as she slid into the booth across from her best friend, James.
He paused with a chip halfway to his mouth, eyeing her warily. “What?” he asked cautiously.
“Oh don’t act like that. My favors aren’t so terrible!”
“Remember the last time you asked for a favor? I was the model for your art class. I ended up up stark naked for everyone to see! How does that look? A doctoral candidate’s buttocks shown in the art room for all to see!”
Rose stifled a laugh under his stern gaze and managed to choke out, “To be fair, I thought I told you it was for a nude drawing.”
James growled in annoyance. “You most certainly did not, because you knew my answer would be no.”
“Please James. I’ll go to any boring lecture you want. I’ll listen to you ramble on to your thesis. I’ll get Jack to stop hitting on you. Please! You are the only bloke my parents haven’t met yet, and -”
“Wait? Parents?” James interrupted her.
Rose smiled sweetly at him and fluttered her eyelashes.
“Don’t,” he warned her. “You know I hate it when you do that eyelash thing, with your brown eyes all wide, like Bambi.”
“I know, that’s why I do it,” she pleaded.
James ran his fingers through his untidy, brown hair. “You owe me Rose Tyler,” he sputtered, ignoring the thrill that was sent down his spine as he uttered that sentence. She smiled her trademark tongue-touched grin at him. He rolled his eyes as he felt his face flush pink.
“You won’t regret it!” she promised. “I need you to come with me and meet my parents. It’s my mum’s birthday, and she is always going on and on about how come I haven’t met a nice bloke. It gets on my nerves. But with you there, she can stop pestering me. I’ll drive us to London, you can stay at our house. Everything will be perfect.”
“What do you mean ‘nice bloke’?”
“Well, see that’s the thing. I kinda told my mum I’ve been seeing someone to get her off my case, and now she wants to meet the guy. She already met Jack, and you know I grew up with Mickey. Amy would kill Rory if he did that. I only have you.”
“You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend…to please your mum?”
Rose nodded, biting on her thumb. “Now that you said it out loud, it does seem kind of daft.”
James looked at her while she worriedly chewed on her nail, staring off into the distance. He fought back a sigh as he reached out and grabbed her hand.
“I am going to regret this, but Rose Tyler, you just got yourself a boyfriend.”
The smile she gave him was more than enough to pay back the favor.
That was how James found himself in the passenger seat of Rose’s car, making their way to London to meet her family.
“Remember, we have only been dating a few months, but we have known each other for longer. And stick as close to the truth as possible alright. Maybe call me ‘dear’, or ‘darling’. My mum is a bit tough on people, but don’t let her get to you. Once she knows you, she will love you. My dad is alright, very charming.”
“Just breathe, it’s going to be fine darling,” James smirked as he tried out the new pet name.
Rose laughed in response.
“What does your father do anyways? I don’t think we ever talked about your parents,” James recalled.
“He has his own company.”
James nodded as he tried to think of topics he could talk to her parents about. It wasn’t much to go on.
“What are rules on, um, well, public display of affection?” James muttered.
Rose blushed as she thought about it. “Well we are all adults here, I think kissing one another is fine. We will have to hold hands.”
“Righto, figured as much.”
“There’s my house!” Rose squealed, pointing to the house at the end of the road.
James gaped at what he saw. That wasn’t a house, it was a mansion! The house was built from gray stones and had wide windows to overlook the vast yard.
“That’s a mansion!” he choked out. “Rose, you’re rich!”
Rose rolled her eyes. “I’m not rich, my father is. I told you he owns his own company. Plus it isn’t a mansion. Technically it’s a manor.”
“Like that’s any better! You said you met Mickey at the Powell Estate! What company does your father own?”
“The Vitex Corporation. And I did meet Mickey there. That’s where we lived before my dad made it big.”
“Your father is Pete Tyler, the founder of the Vitex Corporation, the company who was voted the most profitable company in the United Kingdom!? He is that Pete Tyler!”
“Yes, and don’t spout all that nonsense. He is going to think you are with me for our money,” she warned.
“Is that something you warn other boyfriends about?”
“No, you are the first one I ever brought home,” Rose replied as she stopped at the gates to the entrance to her home.
The security guard walked up to the car and tapped on the window. “Miss Tyler, your parents have been expecting you. Hope your drive went well.”
“Yes it was fantastic, thank you for asking Jake. Mind not telling my parents I’m here? I want to surprise them,” she grinned mischievously.
“As you wish Miss Tyler.” Jake pushed a button to open the gate and waved them through, smiling.
James was still processing the information about her parents, but knew he had to put on a show. He grabbed her hand and smiled reassuringly at her. “It’s gonna be great.”
Rose bit her lip nervously as they finished the drive to her house. They drove past the front entrance and pulled in front of the garage. She hit a button on her visor and the white door rose up to let her car park in the garage.
“Ready?” she asked him as she turned off the car.
“Ready,” he replied, squeezing her hand. “I’ll get the bags, you let us in the house.” He ran a hand through his hair and got out the car to grab the bags in the backseat. Rose let herself into the house through the adjoining door to the garage. She almost continued onward, but stopped in her tracks.
A few moments later, James followed her inside with their bags. He gave her a puzzling look. “Why didn’t you find your parents?”
“I didn’t want you to get lost in the house. Let’s go dear,” she teasingly answered.
James followed her through the coat room into the kitchen area. He looked in awe as he realized the kitchen was bigger than his entire apartment. She led him through the kitchen into the great hall, and down a small hallway, where she stopped at a door on the right with decorative gold door handles. Rose took a deep breath before opening the door.
An older looking woman with bleached blonde hair in an updo looked up from the chair she was sitting in, as a cosmetician was doing her makeup. “Rose! Why didn’t you tell me you were on your way home!”
“Mum, happy birthday!” Rose squealed. Her mom stood from the chair and walked to Rose, enveloping her daughter in a hug. Her mom hugged her tight, smiling brightly as she held her only child. She pulled away and saw James standing awkwardly behind her daughter.
“Is this him then? Is this your new boyfriend?” She stared him down before smiling politely at him. “I’m Jackie, welcome to our home.”
“Hi, I’m James, nice to meet you,” he thrust out a hand for her to shake.
“I would say I’ve heard a ton about you, but my Rose has been abnormally quiet about you.”
“Mum,” Rose warned.
Jackie waved her off. “So James, what do you do?’
“I’m in the doctorate program at our school. I plan on graduating in the next few years with two doctorates in physics and astronomy.”
“Is there money in that? How do you plan on providing for Rose with that kind of life? You can’t just be staring off in the stars wistfully,” Jackie lectured.
“Uh, well I can get plenty of jobs, but I want to do research. I believe we can send out more satellites to study the universe around us.”
“Is that a stable job?”
“Depending on grants, and if I become a professor, yes.”
“Doesn’t sound like a guarantee to me,” Jackie pursed her lips. Rose sighed and mouthed how sorry she was to James silently.
“If I am lucky enough for Rose to choose me, she will want for nothing. I promise you that,” James tried to redeem himself. Rose wasn’t lying when she said her mother would be tough.
He must have said the right thing because Jackie’s smile seemed a bit more genuine. He looked at Rose and saw she was blushing to his surprise.
“Well, why doesn’t Rose show you where her room is, and you can put your things down and freshen up. There are some outfits for you to choose from. James, I’m sorry, but Rose just told me you were tall and thin, so there are a variety of sizes. The guests should be arriving soon.” Jackie squeezed Rose’s arm lovingly, but James seemed a bit confused at something Jackie said.
“I’m sorry, am I sharing a room with Rose?”
“Is that a problem? Rose seems serious enough with you to bring you home to meet us. Her father and I are under no impression you haven’t stayed the night at each other’s places in college.” Jackie eyed him sternly. James opened and closed his mouth like a gasping fish on land.
“Mum, I’m sure James doesn’t want to give off the wrong impression sleeping in my room. Dad won’t like it much either,” Rose tried to placate her.
“Nonsense sweetheart. You let me handle your father. It’s only for one night. You two don’t worry about it. Now off you go.”
James followed Rose out of the room and up the staircase in the great hall, and down a hallway.
“I’m on the west side of the manor. Mum knows how much I like to sleep in,” Rose said as she opened the door to her room.
James set their luggage down and took a look around the room. His eyes settled on the bed and he fidgeted nervously. Rose noticed him staring at the bed.
“I can just sleep on the floor if you want,” he offered.
“Are you sure? That can’t be comfortable,” she argued.
“I know how to be a gentleman. I just can’t believe your mum is letting me stay in your room. This place has loads of rooms, I’m sure!”
Rose nodded in agreement. “It does, but I think she is just trying to make you feel more welcome. I told you before this is the first time I brought a boy home, and I think mum is worried you might run off. Then I’ll die alone with no one to grow old with.”
“That is a bit dramatic. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You’re smart, funny, and not bad to look at either,” he winked at her.
Rose blushed and smiled at him. James felt fluttering in his stomach as he saw the gorgeous tint of pink appear on her cheeks. She moved her hair behind her ear and shuffled awkwardly as he kept his gaze on her.
“So what now?” he broke the silence.
“We get dressed. The clothes must be in the closet.” Rose walked to a door on the opposite side of the room and pushed it open. Noticing James wasn’t behind her, she motioned for him to follow her.
James walked to her, wondering how they were both going to fit into her closet. His question was answered shortly as he noticed the closet was roughly the size of her bedroom. They both saw the rack Jackie was talking about and they browsed through, picking out their favorite ones to show the other. He convinced Rose to wear the royal blue mermaid dress with a sweetheart neckline. She shoved him out of her closet so she could change and complete her hair and makeup.
James picked a simple black and white tuxedo with black bowtie to wear. He thought he looked quite impressive with his glasses on. He had nothing left to do while Rose got ready except to peruse the items in her room. There were pictures of her family scattered throughout the room, and some of her close friends. A smile appeared on his face every time he saw one of them together. They always looked so happy around each other.
“I know it isn't polite to rush a woman getting ready, but I think the party starts soon,” James called through the door of the closet and checked his watch.
“Almost done! Besides we will be fine. Mum likes making a fashionable entrance.”
“Of course she does,” he muttered under his breath.
Running out of things to look at, James decided to just lounge on the bed and read one of the books he brought with him to help pass what downtime he may have.
The closet door clicked opened and James looked up. His jaw dropped as he took in the new Rose that seemed to appear from the closet.
The blue dress shimmered with hidden sparkles that made it seem that Rose was wearing a galaxy. The diamond necklace she wore drew attention to her perky breasts and the cleavage the neckline accentuated. The cut of the dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Her blonde hair was curled expertly and pinned to allow her hair to fall over her right shoulder.
James stared at her open mouthed and struggled to find the words.
“Well?” she asked.
“You look beautiful,” he finally answered after a moment's silence.
An enchanting smile erupted on her face at the gentle and sincere tone of his answer.
Rose grabbed his hand and intertwined her fingers in his, while grabbing onto his arm with her other hand. They laughed and joked back down the stairs, their voices carrying through the house to the guests downstairs.
Jackie smiled as she heard Rose’s laughter from her room. It has been a while since her daughter has been home, and even longer since she heard her laugh like that. She wasn’t too sure about the boy Rose brought him, but she admitted to herself he seemed to be good for her daughter.
“Is that Rose?” Pete walked to Jackie and held out an arm for her to take before her entrance.
“Yes, doesn’t she sound happy?”
“I don’t remember the last time I heard her laugh like that,” he responded truthfully.
Pete smiled at Jackie lovingly as she adjusted her tiara. “Happy birthday Jacks,” he said before he kissed her on her cheek.
“Oh you big old softie. You'll mess up my makeup,” she feigned anger. Pete knew there was no heat in her words and smiled wider. The cue was given for her entrance to be announced to the guests at the party
The guests gathered around the stairs as Jackie made her entrance with her husband on her arm. All eyes were on her, just like she wanted. After her descent, she made a quick speech and signalled the musicians in the study to start the music. Some guests began to dance, and others found open rooms to continue their conversations.
Rose was bombarded by friends of her parents asking how school was, when would she start helping her father at Vitex, and if she was still single. She answered all questions smoothly, and James stood proudly by her side claiming her for his own.
Everyone seemed to be delighted by how charming the two were together. James had no trouble bragging about how brilliant his Rose was, and she loved to boast about his research.
“My daughter seems to really like you,” Pete walked up to James, handing him a flute of champagne when Rose excused herself to the restroom.
“Mr. Tyler, so nice to finally meet you. Sorry we didn't get a chance to meet earlier. Jackie said you were in a meeting.”
Pete waved his apology away and continued as if nothing happened. “I can tell you love my daughter very much. You seem to follow her as if she is a magnet pulling you. Your eyes never leave her face, and you always stand so protectively by her side.”
James blushed and tried to sputter the nonsense he was sprouting, but Pete stopped him.
“I also know you two aren't really dating,” Pete casually said. “I advise you not to lie either, it's my job to deal with lying businessman on a daily basis.”
“How do you know?” James asked quietly.
“I know my daughter quite well, and I can tell when she cooks up a scheme to get her mother off her back. Her reasons are her own, and I'm not here to lecture you either. I just wanted to let you know that this may be pretend, but her feelings aren't. I can tell yours aren't either. So either do something about it, or let my Rosie go. She won't find someone as long as you are by her side.” Pete drank the rest of the champagne out of his flute, watching Rose make her way to them.
“Daddy, what are you and James talking about?” Rose asked as she walked up to the two.
“Just business sweetheart.”
“Don't let Mum hear you say that. She’ll have your head for not focusing on her,” she joked.
Pete grinned at her and replied, “Right you are. James, I hope you enjoy the rest of the party. I'll leave you two kids alone.”
“Want to take a walk outside with me?” James asked, holding out his hand for her to take. Rose smiled and nodded, grabbing his hand eagerly. The two made their way out to the veranda. The sky was glittering with stars, and the air was crisp. Rose leaned against the cement railing and looked across the dark lawn.
“Rose?”
“Hm?”
“There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
Rose glanced up at him with a serious look in her brown eyes. “Is something wrong? Was it my dad? Did he say something to you?”
“Well yes,” he admitted, “but not in a way you think.”
“You know you can tell me anything,” she said quietly.
“For a while now, I just can’t help noticing how well we get along. You’re my best friend, my companion on my adventures, and the one person I can always rely on. You know my family isn’t the most reliable, and you made every effort to be the family I wanted and needed in my life. You are a constant beacon in my life, guiding me in the right path. I haven’t said anything because I thought there was no way a beautiful, amazing, talented, and smart woman like you could ever fall for a guy like me. My head is always in space, or thinking up new experiments or equations. Yet somehow, after tonight, I feel like maybe there is something between us. If you don’t feel the same way I do, then tell me now, and I will never bring it up again. I just have to know,” James finished.
His face was blushed, and his stomach was in knots. He could feel his heart beat erratically as he watched her face comprehend what he was saying. Rose opened and closed her mouth a few times before closing it entirely. She took a step closer to him, and laced her fingers in his.
“I was hoping you’d notice how I felt about you. I thought you’d want some science woman, which is why I never said anything,” she admitted.
“What woman could compare to you?’ James asked, hope blossoming in his soul.
Rose grinned in response and closed the distance between them. Soft lips pressed against his and his world exploded around him. He saw stars surround them and knew somehow, she could see them too. He kissed her back gently, savoring the feel of her lips against his. She wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him closer to her, his scent and taste enveloped her senses and made her dizzy.
They pulled apart slowly, neither eager to drift apart from one another now that they found each other. Their hands remained intertwined as they grinned stupidly at each other.
“I’m glad I came on this trip with you,” he whispered.
“Me too.”
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