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officialdaydreamer00 · 8 months

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I won't say (I'm in love)

in which, irene was in denial and the gang was not having any of that

characters: irene lovejoy, calira (@aqua-beam), ryoko (@i-like-forgs), remy (@identity-theft-101), elyssabeth alcyone (@cookiesandbiscuits), sereia aecor (@azulashengrottospiano)

content: irene in denial, ✨the muses✨, overall just pure fluffy crack energy

notes: disney can't be disney without disney music :) just a light-hearthed mutual shenanigans before the storm ^^

irene was sitting by the well, all alone in the courtyard. the moon was shining brightly on the star filled sky, illuminating her lone figure. in her hand was a single white carnation, bloomed and beautiful in the moonlight. irene lifted it to her face, inhaling the light floral scent with a silly smile as she thought over what had occured a few moments ago.

reality finally dawn on her as she recoiled, ripping the flower away from her face. a tired sigh left her lips, sea green eyes lingering over the carnation in her hand. it left a bitter taste in her mouth, knowing how the prideful, sarcastic dorm leader of ramshackle had been reduced to a lovesick highschool girl. "oh, what's the matter with you, girl..."

unknown to irene, a group of students heard her. it was her close friends, sereia, calira, ryoko, remy, and elyssabeth. elyssabeth recalled having not seen her in the dorm, so she called up the others to help find her.

"irene's in denial again, huh." said sereia.

"i say we play wingman until either one of them confess." suggested calira with a grin.

the group collectively agreed. they were hellbent on making their friend see the feelings she had been denying all this time.

a 'poof' was heard, the group saw their clothes were changed into pristine white chitons and sandals. their hair were held neatly in place with gold headbands. they all turned to a smiling elyssabeth, who was wearing the same outfit. faint hints of magic lingered on her fingertips.

"what can i say, character immersion." she didn't elaborate further.

"If there's a prize for rotten judgment

I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history, been there, done that"

they saw irene stood up, brushing the imaginary dust off of her cream coloured chiton. she wandered aimlessly around the courtyard, when she saw a metal cupid figure on a marble pedestal, with his arrow pointing at her. she scowled and lifted her hand, turning the figure facing the other way.

irene glared at the white carnation in her hold, and threw it away. ryoko, who was standing the closest to her, caught it. the group shared a grin, as they began to sing and dance to the song.

"Who d'you think you're kiddin'?

He's the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you

"Girl, you can't conceal it

We know how you're feelin', who you're thinkin' of"

irene, who still didn't notice her friends, sat on a nearby bench with her face propped up with her hands. ryoko was nudged towards her as he dangled the carnation over her face.

irene shook her head and moved again with a long, exasperated "noo...", to which ryoko huffed.

"No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

(Doo-doo) You swoon, you sigh

Why deny it? Uh-oh

It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love...

Shoo-doo, shoo-doo, ooh"

irene walked along the hallway, immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice her friends behind. lately, she had been seeing this one guy poking around around her personal space. sure, she saw his appeals, and how gentlemanly and soft he was with her, but that didn't mean she was falling, right? how could she, when she had other things to worry about? but the temptation was strong...

"Girl, don't be proud

It's okay, you're in love..."

she sat down by the well, when she suddenly felt something in her hand. there was the white flower again, didn't she throw it away a while ago? (remy snuck up to her and placed it there, not that she knew) she stared at the flower, her other hand lightly touched its petals mindlessly.

maybe, just maybe, she could open her heart. just one more time.

"At least, out loud...

I won't say I'm in love~"

#irene's writings ♡#twst #twst oc #tech child <3 #calira 🎉!!#ryoko 💪!!#identity 🪓!!#cookie 🍪!!#auburn 🐙!!

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radicheart-a · 7 months

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What is my muse afraid of?

In the list below, bold all the fears your muse currently has, italicize all the fears they’ve worked through or grown out of, answer the questions below, and then pass it on by tagging your favorite muns to participate!

COMMON FEARS & PHOBIAS:

The dark l Small spaces l Suffocation l Water l Thunderstorms l Dogs* l Snakes l Spiders l Insects l Clowns l Blood l Dentists l Hospitals l Needles l Germs l Heights l Fire l Insects l Public speaking l Large crowds l Meeting new people l Being alone l Being touched l Failure l Imperfection l Societal rejection l Physical intimacy l Emotional intimacy l Being abandoned l Being forgotten * beagles, to be specific

What other fears do they have? Alastor fears being phased out, being seen as weak, irrelevancy, commitment (especially marriage), and rejection.

Why do they have these fears? Are these fears innate, trauma-based, or generational? Most of his fears are trauma-based, especially the ones about being abandoned/rejected/committed. His father is behind most of that trauma, as well as being the reason he always wears a smile -- "No one likes a sour face." As silly as it sounds (at least in his own mind), the one woman he ever got seriously romantic with is the one responsible for his fear of marriage and intimacy.

Have they ever tried to work through or confront these fears? How did it go? He has not tried to work through or confront his fears...yet.

Original Meme

Tagged by: @e-m-p-error (thank you!!) Tagging: @andy-squirrel-and-friends @arachn0philia, @applcbiittcn @alastors-radioshow @deathmimedream (Remi!) @dementedstatic @femmina-eroe @fizziifrxg @hannah-the-small (Clem!) @helluvahell (Husk!) @infernal-feminae (Charlie, Vaggie and/or Niffty!) @keykeepingbastardtm @ladiesofhell (Daisy!) @lethality-and-lust @malhommesage @mediocremixology @novinare (Alastor and/or Emilie!) @overangeled @raven-hellish-imp @rheddradio @red-hart-radio @shika-the-satyr @spidrboots @the-muse-coven (Morax!) @tenebristhequeen @the-lord-of-letters @the-delightful-temptation @voxiiferous @wrxthfulguard

#( dash game )#( headcanon )

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tireironmybeloved · 2 months

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

BOLD what applies to your muse, ITALICIZE if there's potential / it's dependent on external factors. CROSS OUT if there's NO potential under any circumstances

Repost, don't reblog.

Tagged by: @invidentius Tagging: @normaltothemax [max, and/or jason], @thedickgraysonrp , @dramatisperscnae [dick and/or remy], @goldentemplariumcrow , @all-nights-dreaming , and anyone else who wants in on it! tag me so i can see if you steals it :3

#{ dash games }#{ personal files } about #{ gotta river running right into you } shipping #[[#pictures are... tricky #he hates them #and they don't always come out... right #but he can be persuaded if his partner *really* wants one #edit; i added the fire the gun part just for jaybird you dont have to keep that #tho you can!#]]

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lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats · 1 year

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What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most? // Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing. ((And with these questions asked I wanna add- if there's ever something about Remy you wanna explore / write about in a thread together, or a specific plot you wanna try out or something, don't hesitate to tell me because I will jump on that opportunity so damn fast ❤️))

@abrushwithdeath

//I've yet to do anything with his death verse, so that's something I want to get around to this year. Bodyguard or fake dating AUs. Someone come do them with me.

And l know this ask is ancient buti think it's safe to say I've taken advantage of the jumping at things offer 🤣

#;out of cards #;ask lady luck

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endijasella · 7 months

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! WARNING: THIS PICTURE IS EDITED !

Press "L" for a better view.

~Body:

Hair: MIWAS - #Wavie [@Kustom9 - November 2023]

Ears: Swallow - XL Gauged

~Clothes&accessories:

Dress: MUSE - Garden Soiree

Panties: Loki - Nina Panties

Garters: MICHAN - Anastasia Chains

Chest Ribbons: Insomnia Angel - Corset piercing w/ safety pins

Earrings: e.marie - Remy

Chokers: Vibing - Luna

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violentlyhxppy · 2 years

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leslie :)

l - love like blood by killing joke

e - easily by muse

s - save me by remy zero

l - lullaby by the cure

i - in my darkest hour by megadeth

e - enter sandman by metallica

ask game

#thanksss #asks #leslie

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eleanorstjames · 3 years

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not me completely piggybacking off red’s connections masterpost idea

so! i now have connection pages set up for eleanor, miles, and remy, and under the cut i have ideas for more! if we have an established connection, i’d be so grateful if you were to check out your character(s) entry/entries and let me know if you have any issues, particularly if i have misgendered someone as i live in perpetual fear of doing. i’m pretty awful at reaching out to people initially and also at having ideas for connections at the ready, so i’m hoping this will come in handy!

- mar ❤

E L E A N O R

dog parent/walker: eleanor absolutely adores her husky, kit, and walks him whenever she has the time/energy. she worries about him on two-show days, and if your muse has a soft spot for animals or even a business that revolves around doggos, she’d adore your muse for looking after her baby!

theater friends: eleanor has a few shows under her belt at this point and has made friends in many walks of the theater world, so if your muse works on/around the great bright way or just needs someone to nerd out with vis-a-vis all things theatrical, she’s your gal!

fellow trust fund babies: eleanor was a shy and quiet child, but she was likely pushed together with her parents' friends' kids at galas and opulent weddings and the like, being expected to entertain each other. she left that world behind when her parents disowned her at 21, but new york is a lot smaller than you’d think

M I L E S

i’ll be honest, miles is a bit of a tough one in terms of established connections, but they're not entirely out of the question!

acquaintances/friends/love interests of his sisters: the wiston siblings are all very close, so i imagine miles would have at least a passing familiarity with many people in holly's and violet's respective lives. he adores his sisters and wants the best for them, but he's wary of anyone with romantic interest in either of them, especially his twin.

regulars at red velvet: miles is at the bakery all the time, fixing things and making upgrades around his sister's shop. he doesn't work the register, but he can often be seen in the front areas of the shop.

connections to an unsavory organization: it's a bit of a long story, but essentially miles was arrested and sentenced to a year in prison for a major art theft at age 19. he fell into a bad crowd and was manipulated by what turned out to be a crime syndicate, who used his eidetic memory and extraordinary intelligence to mastermind a heist. he served his time and moved to the states, but now another faction of the syndicate has resurfaced, and they aren't finished with miles. former/current criminals who might have ties to this group, or anyone in law enforcement determined to take it down would be really interesting!

R E M Y

members of his dungeons and dragons party: remy would be the absolute most devoted d.m. - whether your character is a seasoned player or a newbie looking to roll their first d20, his d&d group is the hottest party in town 😎

regulars at kryptonite: remy is the shopkeeper and still often works the counter at his beloved brooklyn comic store, always thrilled to chat with like-minded admirers of masked crime-fighters and all things funko pop

exes: remy is a hopeless romantic on a quest for his soulmate (he’s bi, so keep that in mind!) and he's gotten his heart broken quite a few times in the process. he isn't good at holding a grudge, and as long as the breakup wasn't particularly acrimonious he's always open to remaining friends. and if it was acrimonious, that'd be interesting, too....

friends/acquaintances/enemies of his brother: remy and shiloh have a very strained relationship (they’re working on it, ok), but remy once thought the absolute world of his big brother and still wants to believe that he’s the same wonderful person deep down. anyone who knows shiloh in any way would make for an interesting reaction!

F E L I X

fellow students or professors: felix is a t.a. to an english professor at n.y.u. and a grad student in his own right. he spends countless hours on campus, and would know many people on at least a superficial basis.

‘live a little’ influence: a self-admitted workaholic, felix doesn’t get out much - ok, he doesn’t get out at all. but he’s starting to come around to the idea of letting his hair down, cutting loose, painting the town red - or, y’know, other ways to describe having fun that even his grandfather wouldn’t chide him for in sounding too old. that’s where your muse comes in!

hookups: felix only casually dated one or two people before realizing he was in love with his best friend, luna. they were together for five years and he moved to the states for her, until she realized that she was gay and broke things off. obviously he was devastated, and a year later he’s finally starting to put the pieces of himself back together in some semblance of order. he may or may not be (but definitely is) struggling with loneliness, and he’s heard quite a bit about this tinder thing....

#connections

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eevee-eclair · 4 years

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Smitten Like a Kitten

Written by EeveeEclair

TW: fluff, crying, (tell me if I missed one!)

Random side note: This was made possible thanks to @does-this-look-logicality-to-you’s Animal Shelter AU! Thank you!

>~~~~~<

About ten years ago when Patton and Logan were still in college, Logan told Patton about his soft spot for animals. Patton was shocked the ‘emotionless’ man (or so everyone called him) loved something as much as him. And animals no less!

“It’s just… they tend to follow me everywhere and I feel like they understand me somehow,” Logan said, looking a little sheepish. “I know it sounds illogical, but I think I want to open an animal shelter when I graduate.”

Patton gasped and squealed. “Can I help?!” He asked.

Logan looked at him for a second, then gave him one of his rare smiles. “Yeah! And we could help all kinds of animals!” He said.

Patton smiled and got comfortable at the desk he was sitting at, listening to Logan ramble about his dream shelter. He listened as Logan told him about a lamp room and how he would run the place, nodding every so often as giving his opinion here and there.

It was then he realized he might have a crush on Logan.

~~~

A few years after graduation, Logan and Patton bought what would soon be their dream animal shelter. They had asked some family for financial help, and asked their friends Virgil and Roman if they would want to work there.

“I can’t believe this is happening!” Patton squealed as he walked through the empty animal shelter. “Right, Logan?” He asked. He was met with silence, so he looked around for Logan. “Logan?” He called. It took a minute but he found Logan in the backyard where the dogs would be able to run around. Upon closer inspection, he saw his friend crying.

Logan saw him approaching and wiped the tears away. “Hello, Patton. What do you need?” He asked, trying to hide the fact he was crying.

Patton wasn’t going to let him just forget it, though. “Why are you crying?” He asked, putting a hand on Logan’s back.

“It’s just… I never thought I would be living this dream,” he told him. He laughed a little. “It’s all thanks to you.”

Patton smiled and felt tears build up in his eyes too. “It was only because you told me it was your dream,” he said, hugging Logan.

They sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms crying happy tears for about an hour. It was sundown but the time they went back to their respective apartments.

~~~

Two months after they had bought the empty building, they had their first dog. After everyone saw how happy the dog became only a few weeks later, they got more and more animals and with it came more and more adoptions.

But every time someone came to adopt a pet, they asked how said pet became so happy so fast. Every time, they said the same thing, ‘you can thank Logan Barry’. Yet, every time, the adopter would take one look at the emotionless receptionist and laugh.

“You can’t be serious,” someone once said.

“Ma’am, I've never been more serious in my life. The animals love him,” Patton told her.

As if on cue, a mother cat and her five kittens all jumped onto Logan’s workspace. His face immediately lit up with the biggest smile, making Patton melt. He watched as Logan put a kitten in his shirt pocket and two on his lap. Logan then set another on his head and the last one on his shoulder, leaving the mama cat, Sammy, kitten-less and given a well deserved break.

Sammy meowed at Logan before jumping off, leaving her kittens to snuggle with the kind man. “Bye Sammy,” Logan said, before turning back to work.

The lady stared at Logan in awe. She gave a small ‘oh’ before leaving with the bird she adopted. Patton smiled as she walked off, happy to have proved her wrong.

~~~

It didn’t take long for Patton and Logan to realize they would need a better way to get to work faster. Both their apartments were about an hour to thirty minutes from the shelter, so they had to get up extremely early. Not to mention the late hoodies they already worked.

“We can’t run on three hours of sleep forever, Lo,” Patton yawned.

“I know,” Logan said, rubbing his eyes. “But for both of us to move would be expensive. It would also take up a lot of time we don’t have to give.”

Patton taped his chin for a second, thinking of a solution. “We could move in together?” He suggested. “It would save us money, be more convenient, and we won’t have to waste a lot of time moving! We could even call Roman and Remus to help unpack!”

Logan nodded. “It would be beneficial for both of us,” he mused. “Okay, I like your idea. But we need to plan it out. We can’t be gone from the shelter for too long or Virgil will have a panic attack.”

Patton smiled. “Okay! I’ll start looking for houses nearby!” He said, opening his laptop to search. Logan smiled as he watched Patton search for houses. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was very excited about the idea of sharing a house with his best friend.

~~~

Patton watched with a small smile on his face as Logan walked around the shelter with at least four dogs trotting after him. He also noticed a black cat had fallen asleep on Logan's shoulders and a small bird was snoozing in his hair. Logan saw Patton watching and walked over to him, beaming.

“Ah, Patton! I’ve been looking for you,” he said.

“Oh? And what can I do for you?” Patton asked, smiling back.

“I’ve got a few more adoption papers for you!” Logan told him. “Two cats and one dog!”

Patton laughed at Logan’s enthusiasm. “Alright, let me see,” he said. Logan handed him the papers and he skimmed them quickly. “Alright! I’ll send Roman over for a house inspection tomorrow.”

Logan nodded and walked off, still smiling. Patton noticed that the amount of animals had increased in the few minutes he stood still, as he walked away.

~~~

Logan watched as Patton smiled when another animal was adopted. More specifically, how cute he looked smiling. Usually, he thought nothing of it, but today he just couldn’t shake how adorable Patton looked in the skirt he insisted on wearing even though Logan had told him it would get ruined (and at the end of the day, it was) and how well it worked with his wide smile.

Patton looked in Logan’s direction and his smile turned from customer service to one of his genuine smiles. The kind you can’t say no to.

Logan sat up a little straighter (read gayer) as Patton made his way over.

“Hi, Lo! Did you need something?” He asked in his cheery tone.

“Oh no, I’m fine!” Logan said. “Just… umm… getting some work done! Yeah, that’s it!” He rushed in a panic.

“Okay, well I’m going to go get lunch! Roman brought sandwiches! Do you want anything?”

Logan shook his head. “I brought my own lunch, thanks,” he told him, pointing to his lunchbox. Most days it held not only a tuna sandwich and an orange, but treats for the animals that sit around him.

“Okay! If you change your mind, let me know!” Patton smiled, walking off.

Logan waved goodbye before slumping in his chair letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Sammy meowed in protest as he laid his head on her tail.

“Sorry, Sam,” he mumbled. “He’s just too cute!”

Sammy meowed in acknowledgement before tucking her tail in and laying back down.

“Did you just call Patton cute?”

Logan jumped at Virgil’s voice, startling Sammy again and the bird who decided Logan’s hair would make a good napping spot.

“Virgil!” He cried, adjusting his tie nervously. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry,” Virgil shrugged. “But you’re avoiding my question. Did you just call Patton cute?”

Logan sighed and covered his face. “Yes.”

“Why?” Virgil asked. Then realization dawned on him. “Oh my god, you like Patton.”

Logan’s face turned red and he quickly shushed Virgil. “Don’t say it so loud!” He hissed.

Virgil laughed. “Everyone knows, L. It’s no secret. Well, except to Patton,” he said shrugging. “Poor dude is too innocent for his own good,” Virgil mused.

“Do you have any advice for me?” Logan pleaded, snapping Virgil from his thoughts.

Virgil nodded. “Yeah.”

Logan stared at him for a second. “Well? What is it?” He asked, growing impatient.

“You don’t know?” Virgil asked, shocked. When Logan shook his head no, Virgil groaned. “You’re hopeless.”

Logan began to panic. “What does that mean?!” He cried.

Virgil laughed. “No, dude, like, you’ve never asked out a crush before?”

Logan’s face turned a light shade of pink. “You’re suggesting I ask Patton out?” He whispered. Virgil nodded. “You’re insane!” He cried.

“Who is?” Patton asked.

Logan jumped. Again. “No one!” He exclaimed, adjusting his tie. “What can I help you with, Patton?” Logan asked.

“Roman found a kitten hiding under a car at a car dealership and I was wondering if you could help us get it to eat?” Patton asked. Logan saw Patton looked distressed and felt his chest tighten at the sight.

Logan nods. “Absolutely, tell me where it is,” he said, standing up.

Patton smiled. Logan’s heart jumped at his new favorite sight. “Thank you Logan! They’re both in the lamp room,” he said. The lamp room was where they had all their heat lamps for snakes, lizards, and other reptiles. Sometimes they used it for baby animals (like kittens) that had no mother for warmth.

Virgil smiled as Logan walked away with Patton. He pulled out his phone and started to text his friend, Remy. They didn’t usually hire outsiders, but Virgil introduced him to Logan and Patton and they quickly hired him. Remy was also really good with birds for some reason.

You: u and ro are gonna help me set up our bosses

Sleep King: k. when we startin?

You: lunch. imma talk to ro dont b l8

Sleep King: k see u then

Virgil put his phone up and followed the others into the lamp room to talk to Roman. They had a date to plan.

~~~

Patton smiled as Logan finally got the sick kitten to drink some formula. Normally, Logan wouldn’t have to do this, but there were no mother cats willing to provide milk. Hence, the bottle of kitten formula.

He watched as Logan smiled and pet the small cat for doing such a good job. Patton decided then and there he would do whatever he could to make Logan smile like that more often.

Roman noticed Patton’s helpless staring and nudged him. “You good, Pops?” He asked.

Patton blinked and stopped starting at Logan. “Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

Roman laughed a little. “You’re kinda staring at Logan,” he said.

Patton’s face burned red. “O-oh! I didn’t notice,” he mumbled.

Roman stared at him for a second before grinning. “You have a crush on Logan,” it was a statement, not a question.

“Noooo…” Patton lied, looking away. “What makes you say that?”

Roman tried to hide his giggles but he failed miserably. “Oh my god you do!” He laughed. “You have a crush o-“

Patton put a hand over Roman’s mouth before he could finish his sentence. “Okay! I do! But don’t tell him!” He pleaded.

Roman rolled his eyes but nodded nonetheless. Patton removed his hand and sighed. “Fine. But I’m telling the others.”

Patton paled. “You can’t! No one can know!” He cried.

“You can’t expect me to keep this a secret from everyone?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow.

“A gay can dream, can’t he?” Patton said with a sad but hopeful smile.

“I’m telling Remy and Virgil,” Roman said. “And possibly Remus and Janus,” he added after some thought.

Patton lowered his head in defeat. “As long as Logan doesn’t find out, you can tell whoever,” he mumbled.

Roman took one look at his friend’s sad expression and sighed. “Fine. I’ll only tell Virgil and Remy. Deal?”

Patton nodded, smiling a little. “Deal!”

~~~

Remy sipped his iced coffee as he waited for Virgil and Roman I’m the breakroom. He had been waiting for a few minutes and was starting to get impatient. Usually Virgil didn’t keep him waiting this long.

“Sorry we're late!” Virgil said, stumbling through the doorway with Roman close behind. Both men looked a little rough.

Remy whistled. “Why were you two late? Wait, don’t tell me,” he said, smirking. He laughed at his friend’s red face. “Relax! I’m kidding! I know what really happened.”

“Remy!” Virgil cried. “Get your mind out of the gutter!”

Remy lowered his sunglasses, looking Virgil right in the eye. “It’s not in the gutter, babe. I never said what really happened.”

“Whatever! What’s going on?” Roman asked, changing the subject. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out the salad he had been saving. “Virgil said something about setting up some guys?”

“Yeah, Logan and Patton,” Virgil said. “Logan has this huge crush on Patton but he’s too chicken to do anything about it.”

Roman laughed. “This is perfect! Patton just told me he also had a crush on our Nerdy Wolverine!” He told them.

Remy shrugged. “Well, the answer is pretty simple. We set up two fake dinners. One between Virgil and Logan and one between Roman and Patton. Then, when they both accept, you both stand them up and watch from a different table,” Remy said it like it was obvious.

Roman stared at him. “That is so cheesy and cliché!” He cried. Then he smirked. “I’m in.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ve got nothing better to do anyway.”

And just like that, they had a plan.

~~~

Roman and Virgil got off the phone about the same time, setting up their fake dinner dates. Virgil felt bad about lying to his friends, but Roman assured him it was in that name of love.

“They’ll thank us later,” Roman said.

“Let's hope so,” Virgil mumbled, snuggling into his side. “Cuddle me to make me feel better?” He asked.

Roman put an arm around Virgil. “Of course,” he said.

Remy groaned. “Get up you two! You have a date to stalk!” He whined.

“Can’t you do it? They could recognize us! Plus, you’d get to see the date first hand,” Virgil said smiling.

“You got me there,” Remy mused. “Fine! You can stay. I got some gays to stalk,” he said, walking away.

~~~

Logan fiddled with his tie as he waited for Virgil to show up. Virgil was never late and he was starting to worry. What could make Virgil forty minutes late? To a reserved time no less!

He was pulled from his spiraling by the sound of crying. Looking around he noticed Patton wasn’t far from him. Not only that, he was the one in tears. It broke his heart to see him so sad, so he walked over and put a hand on his back.

“Patton? Are you okay?” Logan asked.

Patton shook his head and wiped at his tears. “N-no. Roman said we would meet up for dinner here but it’s been almost an hour and he’s still not here!” He sobbed. Patton turned to him and it broke Logan’s heart to see his friend so distraught. “Do you think he lied to me?” He whispered, sounding scared.

Logan used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. “Or course not. He’s probably running late! Virgil was going to meet me here too, but he hasn’t showed up either,” Logan said, smiling.

Patton tilted his head in confusion. He looked like a confused puppy to be honest. “Virgil’s never late to anything,” he said.

“I know, that’s why I’m a little concerned,” Logan sighed. Then he pulled out his phone. “I’ll call him and ask if he’s okay.”

Logan pulled out his phone and dialed Virgil’s number, praying he would pick up this time. Thankfully, he did.

“Hey Logan?” It was more of a question than a greeting. “How’s it going?”

“Where are you?” Logan asked, tapping his foot in frustration. “It’s been forty minutes! And do you know where Roman is? He stood Patton up and I found him crying outside the building!” He seethed.

On the other end, Virgil sighed. “I-I’m sorry okay? It was Remy’s idea. And Roman’s sitting right next to me.”

“What’s going on?! What was Remy’s idea?!” Logan cried.

Logan heard some movement on the other side and suddenly, Roman was the one in possession of the phone.

“Okay, L, listen up! You and Patton obviously have deep romantic feelings for each other and neither of you are doing a thing about it! So me, Remy, and Virgil set you guys up on a date! You’re welcome!” Roman said smugly. “Now go enjoy your date!” He declared before hanging up.

“Roman? Roman!” Logan yelled into the phone, hoping it would bring him back.

“Is everything okay?” Patton asked. Thankfully, his tears had dried by now and was looking a little less sad.

“Yes. They’re both fine. For now,” Logan added, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

“What do you mean ‘for now’?” Patton asked, raising an eyebrow. When Logan didn’t answer he pressed further. “Logan, what do you mean?”

Logan sighed. “They set us up on a date by asking both of us to attend a dinner and ditching us both. Leaving us to spend the night together,” he explained.

“Oh! That’s not so bad, right?” Patton asked.

Logan shrugged, but smiled nonetheless. “Yeah, you’re right,” he said. Then he took Patton’s hand and led him to the front door and opened it. “Shall we?”

Patton giggled. “We shall.”

A few years later, the partner-owned animal shelter would become a family business, but for now they would enjoy dinner dates every Sunday and movie night almost every day after work. All thanks to their friends.

Logan was still going to tear them apart later, though.

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CONVENTIONAL FAMILY? WHO’S THAT?

<<<Previous Next>>>

Chapter 14: In which Janus is SO done and Remus can’t stop annoying him.

Emile and Remy arrived at the house calmly. Thomas was waiting for them in the doorway and once he saw them, he waved at them. Emile waved back while Remy just rolled his eyes in normal rebellious eight year but waved back.

“Hey dad! Hey Remy” Thomas said once the three members of the family had entered the house.

“Hey Thomas. How was your day?” Emile asked Thomas with a warm smile.

Remy yawned dramatically, feigning boredom for the awfully affectionate family dynamic. Oh how he missed Remus, the pyromaniac kid from his class. At least he was fun.

“Oh same old, same old. I got a ride with Roman’s dad and they drove me here!” Thomas said back, not mentioning Virgil since he didn’t think it was something too important to mention. Virgil had probably been dropped off soon after him in his house any way

(He wasn’t, but good old thomas didn’t know that just yet)

“That’s nice” Emile said with a small nod

Remy groaned

“This is so boringggg” he complained out loud, managing to sound both whiny and dignified some way “Dad, talk about how I burned down the school”

Thomas spluttered

“Wait? You burned down the school? Wasn’t it Virgil’s brother who did that?”

“Who the hell is Virgin?” Came the response

“Remy!” Emile scolded “That’s one for the swear jar”

Remy, the eternal drama queen, sighed loudly. He walked towards the swear jar and grumpily put a dollar there from his allowance (which was always next to the swear jar due to how much he swore)

“Whatever” he grumbled “Anyway, what does this Virgin kid have to do with anything?”

“It’s Virgil, Remy. With an l” Thomas tried explaning

“Whatever whatever, just tell me what does he have to do with anything?”

“Well... i’m sure you know Remus right?” Thomas began

“Of course I do. That kid’s a psycho”

“Remy!” Emile scolded again

Remy pouted

“Psycho isn’t even a swear word” he complained to no one in particular “Anyway, that kid’s something else”

“Yeah yeah. So.. Virgil is his brother and he’s in my class”

“Wait really? Are you friends?” Emile asked in his usual fashion, looking at Thomas while waiting for his answer

“Umm i’m not sure?” Thomas answered

“I mean, are you like Calvin and Hobbes close or more like just acquaintances?” Emile explained as if it made the question easier to answer.

Surprisingly, it did help.

“Umm. I mean, we talk sometimes? He and Roman have like this super heated rivalry thought..”

“They do?” Emile asked curiously

“Yep, they argue all the time and glare at each other for long periods of times. They’re also always giving each other nicknames like ‘prince charming’ and ‘fairest of them all’” Thomas said, recalling all the nicknames the two came up with. It really astounded him how many nicknames they had for the other.

(One time when thomas was over at Roman’s house in a sleepover, he caught Roman writing down nickname ideas on a journal. So at least he knew it wasn’t all in the spit thinking)

“Hmm” Emile mused with one of his knowing looks “Interesting”

Thomas was about to ask him what exactly was ‘interesting’ but was interrupted by none other than Emile.

“Now, let’s have some family bonding time! We can talk more about our days and watch cartoons. What do you kids think?”

Thomas responded affirmatively in the form of a loud whoop. Remy rolled his eyes but didn’t complain when the family went to the couch and started watching Steven Universe Reruns (He had to admit that the constant commentary of his family was kinda endearing)

So overall, they were a normal family watching tv in a normal fashion in their normal home. Completely, utterly normal.

If only the Sanders family was like that

•~•~~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~

“REMUS I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT LET GO OF THAT CAT I WILL GIVE IT UP FOR ADOPTION”

“NO! TIGER IS M I N E. HE’S MY PROPERTY NOW.”

“HE IS NOT YOUR PROPERTY. HE IS A CAT! WHICH MR HART HERE IS ALLERGIC TO”

“Please, call me Patton. And don’t worry, i took some medicine so Remus can bring the small kitty with us”

Janus turned to glare at the man and said

“Don’t encourage him, Patton”

Meanwhile, Remus gleamed and smugly said

“You know what? I think I like Mr Patton here more than I like you, dad”

This made Patton almost choke on his drink. He turned to Janus, expecting to see the man looking hurt or betrayed. After all, his 8 year old child said he liked his teacher more than him.

To his surprise, that wasn’t the case. Janus looked... unimpressed.

“Well I think I like my sanity more than i like you, Remus. So the tables are even” he deadpanned.

Patton would have continued gawking at the odd interaction if it weren’t for Janus snapping his finger.

“We gotta focus here. Virgil is MIA—“

“What’s MIA?” Remus asked, which reminded both adults that Remus was just an 8 year old despite how older he acted.

Patton was about to cut in to explain but Janus put a hand on his chest to stop Patton and beat him to it.

“MIA is Missing In Action. Which is what you will be if you keep interrupting” Janus said. Weirdly enough, the words didn’t seem threatening.

They sounded... actually kinda endearing to Patton?

Remus responded with a cackle

“Wow, death treats? You’re really running out of insults to say, my dear OLD dad” he said with the smirk of a tiny devil. The words sounded innocent to Patton, who didn’t see Remus’ smirk and still thought the kid was a good boy.

But Janus? Janus wasn’t fooled. His eyes narrowed. He said nothing thought and instead removed his hand from Patton’s chest and turned to have a heated glare contest with his son.

Patton stared between the two helplessly. Were they gonna fight?

It seemed like it.

Especially with how incredibly smug Remus’ smirk looked.

“What’s wrong dad? Am I pissing you off?” He taunted

Patton gasped loudly. Did Remus just swear? Surely that was unacceptable.

He looked around, expecting to see one of the common ‘swear jars’ families had. He found none

He turned to Janus and expected him to be holding the swear jar because surely a dad wouldn’t let his sons curse like that.

Janus for his part, looked calm. Eerily calm.

“Remus. Let go of that godamn cat before i take away your legos” He said calmly, in the most threatening voice Patton had heard him use.

Remus’ eyes widened in fear. But Patton realized it wasn’t fear of his father, but for his.. legos?

This was confusing him to no ends.

“Fine fine. No need to threaten a kid with that” Remus complied, letting Tiger go. He then stage whispered to the cat “Start world domination while i’m gone. I believe in you”

He turned to give Janus an innocent smile

“Let’s go, Father” he said in an exaggeratedly posh voice as he walked towards the car “We got a kidnapper to find”

“A.... kidnapper?” Patton spluttered in confusion “what is.. why would...how... why? Just why?”

Janus shrugged

“This is a weird family, Patton Hart” he said as he too walked outside “You better get used to it”

Patton was not sure he would. But he was sure he would try.

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emmatriarchy · 15 days

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X-Men '97 (2024) #3

"My Rogue"

#romy #i love them your honor #anna r. (muse)#rogue #remy l. (muse)#remy lebeau #gambit #anna marie raven #anna marie darkholme

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salems-hq · 3 years

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fcs that you'd like to see for a villainous male muse?

OOF good question that we are happy to help with ! i hope these help :

hero fiennes, aarif rahman, aaron tveit, aldis hodge, trevante rhodes, anderson paak, billy porter, berk cankat, caio castro, calgar ertugrul, charles michael davis, cody fern, chris pine, dan stevens, dacre montgomery, dan levy, daniel sunjata, deaken bluman, dayo okeniyi, derek theler, francois arnaud, henry shum jr, idris elba, lee pace, lewis tan, lucien laviscount, rome flynn, mas mikkelsen, maluma, milo ventimiglia, michael galante, nikolaj coster-waldau, oscar isaac, taika waititi, pedro pascal, randall park, raymond black, remy hii, robert pattinson, riz ahmed, samuel larsen, sean teale, sendhill ramanurthy, shota matsuda, shahid kapoor, sinqua walls, sterling k brown, timothy olyphant, theo james, travis fimmel, tom hopper, yahya abdul-mateen ii, xian lim, tyler blackburn, michael trevino.

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maddie-the-princess · 4 years

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If You Love Me, Let Me Go Part 3

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: High School

Pairing(s): LAMP

Summary: Virgil and his family are new to the neighborhood. He starts a new school where he learns to love himself, and maybe, love his new friends.

Warnings: Mild language, Gay panic, Slight panic attack

Thank you to @kuroyurishion for helping me with this chapter. Please enjoy the story.

Chapter Three: Logan, Remus, Remy, and Roman

Virgil’s POV

I compared schedules with Dee and found out we had most classes together. The morning was split into three classes, then lunch, and then another three classes. In the morning I had Math, Science, and History. In the afternoon, I had a Study Hall, English, and then Art. I shared most classes with Dee except for Science, History, and Art. Dee was taking Psychology as his science while I took Anatomy. As for History, Dee was taking Public Speaking as his course. And when I had Art, Dee had Study Hall. I quickly packed my things and stood up before I heard the bell ring.

“C’mon shortstack, I’ll walk you to your next class. Mine is in the same direction.” Dee said, walking out of the classroom. The two of us walked down the hall, talking about how the school works, before stopping in front of what looked like a science lab. “Here you go shortstack.” Dee said, waving goodbye as he walked to his class. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the classroom.

The science teacher looked a lot nicer than the math teacher. He smiled at me and gestured to his desk. “Welcome to science class Mr. Sullivan!” he exclaimed politely. “I’m Mr. Williams and I’ll be your Anatomy teacher this year. I understand that you took both Biology and Chemistry in your old school, correct?” he asked. I nodded to his questions. “Wonderful. I told everybody about you coming here last week, and the class is ready to make you comfortable. Here, take your textbook and syllabus. Your seat is in the back of class.” He smiled apologetically at that last statement. I gave him a brief smile and a nod of thanks before taking my seat and taking out my things. I doodled in my notebook while waiting.

The rest of the class shuffled in, some of them looking in my direction curiously. I didn’t look up from my doodles until I heard Mr. Williams got out of his seat after taking attendance. I snapped my head up. I like science class better than math because at least there’s an explanation for something. And anatomy is pretty cool too, which is a bonus.

“Alright class, today we will continue our study of the human body by looking at the human body’s cells. Now, who can tell me what the study of cells is called?” No one in the class answered Mr. Williams right away. I racked my brain for the answer. It was definitely something I learned in freshman year at my old school.

‘Cytology.’ I thought to myself, going to raise my hand, but I stopped. Should I actually raise my hand and answer? What if I get the question wrong? Will everyone laugh at me? Oh god, Mr. Williams seems like a pretty nice guy, so if I answer wrong and he’s disappointed in me, he’s gonna see that I’m such a dumbass. My thoughts were spiraling until I hear Mr. Williams call on someone.

“Cytology is the scientific study of cells. Cytology is mainly used to screen for cancer or other diagnosis.” a cool voice answered. I looked over to see who answered. It was a boy about my age. He had dark brown hair and matching eyes and wore glasses. He wore a black polo and dark washed jeans with a dark blue tie and black shoes. He looked stoic and dedicated to his work. I cursed.

‘Oh of course I get to sit next to a nerd. He’s a hot nerd, but- ok, Virgil let’s stop these thoughts right now before you have a gay panic.’ I thought to myself, fighting the blush that was appearing on my face. I quickly turned my head so he wouldn’t notice me staring at him. The class continued like that. Mr. Williams would lecture and ask questions, Mr. Owens answers, and I get to stare at my neighbor while also taking notes. I just hoped and prayed to whatever cryptid out there that he didn’t notice me. Those prayers didn’t work.

Why? Because Mr. Williams let us have the last five minutes of class to ourselves with our only homework will be to study the lesson we had today. Quickly, I put my books away and buried my head in my arms, groaning quietly. I needed to breathe, so I turned my head. I saw Mr. Owens reading a book, and with the sunlight streaming through the window, he looked even better than before. I froze. ‘Nope, not happening. I’m not gonna have a gay panic over this one.’ I thought desperately. I didn’t notice I was still staring at my seatmate until he turned and looked at me curiously. He smirked, like he knew I was sneaking glances at him, and winked.

He winked. At me.

When the bell rang, I gathered my things and bolted out of the classroom and tried to find my next class.

***

I had lunch with Dee. I walked into the bustling cafeteria, scanning for my one and only friend. He spotted me first and waved me over, and I walked toward him and his table and sat down next to him.

“Hey there short stack.” Dee greeted me fondly. “How were your morning classes?” I gave him a groan in response and he laughed at me. How dare he. “Lift your head up, short stack, I want you to meet some people.” I groan again but comply. Dee smirks and it’s now I notice there were two other teens at the table. One of them was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, even though we were inside, and sipping a Starbucks coffee. The other had messy brown hair and wore a green shirt and black pants.

“‘Sup babe.” the teen wearing the leather jacket teased. “The name’s Remy Anderson.” I blushed lightly at his teasing

“And I’m Remus King!” the other teen piped up. He took his fork and started poking Dee with it. “And who’s this little one?”

“My name is Virgil Sullivan. I just moved here.” I introduced myself, then I glared at Remus. “And I’m not little.” This caused Remus to cackle out loud, drawing other people’s attention to us. I lowered my head instinctively.

“Holy shit Double Dee.” Remus breathed. “I like him already!”

“He is kinda cute, isn’t he.” Remy mused, sipping his drink.

The rest of lunch passed with us bantering and eating. I felt comfortable with these guys. They seemed cool, and we all have some things in common. We exchanged numbers before the lunch bell rang. Maybe this school will be different from the others.

***

Everything went smoothly until after study hall. I thought I could get through the end of the day without any more issues. I was wrong. So very wrong. Study hall was spent by doing homework while listening to music and doodling in my notebook. Mostly, it was me daydreaming about the people I met. After study hall, I gathered my books in my arms and was out of the room and into the hallway.

I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, so I accidentally bump into someone, knocking my books to the ground. The other person and I both groaned and I kneeled to pick up my things. This was embarrassing. The other quickly joined on the floor, helping me.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Il said shyly. He was a mess today.

“Ah, no, don’t apologize. I should apologize because I bumped into you.” the other person said quickly. The two worked to gather all of Virgil’s books and stood up. It wasn’t until l put my books in my bag that I realized the other teen was staring at my sketchbook with wide eyes. He kept staring at the sketchbook while I stared at him. The other teen looked very handsome. He looked like Remus, but his attire was more refined and cleaner. He wore a red shirt and blue jeans with matching red converse. He had dark brown eyes and slightly tanned skin.

‘Oh no. I think I’m gonna panic because of this one.’ I thought helplessly. He looked over with me with a wide smile.

“These drawings are really good!” he complemented, holding out my book. I squeaked out my thanks before taking my sketchbook and dashing away. My breathing was getting heavy and I could feel the heat on my face. I could feel people looking at me and whispering. I raced towards the bathroom and leaned over the edge of the sink. Thank goodness no one was there to see me panic. I leaned against the wall and slid down, pulling my knees to my chest. I took a deep breath in, trying to calm down, but I couldn’t. I buried my head in between my knees.

I didn’t hear the bathroom door open, so I didn’t notice another person standing there until they called out to me.

“Are you alright?” I heard a familiar voice asked. It was Mr. Owens from Anatomy class. “May I touch you?”

I nodded my consent and I felt two hands gently grasp my hands. “You need to breathe for me Virgil.” he said. “Follow my breathing.” And I did. I followed his rhythmic breathing. In for four counts, holding it for seven counts, and then exhaling for eight counts. We did this repeatedly until I was ok, picking my head up from my knees. “Good job Virgil.” he said, helping me up.

“Thank you.” I said gratefully, my heart hammering in my chest. “You’re the guy in my science class. I never got your name.” .

“Ah. my apologies. My name is Logan Owens, pleasure to meet you.” he replied. “And I would shake your hand, but…” I followed his gaze to where he held my hand. I gasped and went to remove my hand and apologize, but he held on when I tried to let go. He smirked at me and squeezed them reassuringly.

“No, no, it’s fine. I just wanna make sure you’re not going to panic again.” he said. He pulled me out of the bathroom, still holding my hand. “You have English class next, yes? You’re new here, so I’ll take you there.

‘No. no, you stupid hot nerd, you’re going to be the reason I’ll be in a panic again.’ I thought. Thankfully, the hallways were nearly empty when we got out, so no one really was paying us any attention. He led me all the way to English class. Before he left for his own class, he squeezed my hand one last time. “Have fun in there, short stuff.” He left me gaping.

English class went the same way as Science did. She explained that her English class will be more interactive because she enjoys making students partner up and do projects. She gave me a textbook and syllabus and pointed to my desk right near the window. I sat down and watched the students walk in, including the handsome teen that bumped into me. He dramatically greeted the teacher, who’s name was Mrs. Davis, and everybody else in class. Then he noticed me and his smile somehow became brighter.

‘Oh god, please don’t let your desk be next to mine.’ I prayed desperately. Again, my prayers were not answered as he plopped down in the desk next to mine.

“It’s you! The one with the pretty sketchbook!” he exclaimed loudly.

“Keep your voice down.” I whisper to him. I didn’t want to have any attention on me. “I’m Virgil Sullivan.”

The teen smiled apologetically. “I’m Roman King!” he stage whispered. “It’s a pleasure to finally introduce myself to you.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but Mrs. Davis quieted the class and began her lesson. She said the class will start their first book of the year, and today would be an introductory day for it. She passed out papers about The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald and advised us to look over them tonight. Then she concluded her lesson and let us have ten minutes of free time. Roman turned to me.

“So, tell me gatito, what do you have after this class?” he asked innocently. Oh of course the handsome boy next to me can speak a different language. Of course.

“Art.” I managed out, blushing when he smiled.

“Are you gonna show off your pretty drawings to the teacher? I think he’ll be impressed once he sees them.”

I pursed my lips as I looked at my closed sketchbook. “You think so? My art really isn’t pretty.”

Roman gasped. “How dare you say that about your art! Your art is absolutely beautiful. Magnificent! Stunning!” he rambled, complimenting my artwork as I stared at him in disbelief. No one has ever complimented my art before. People always said it was weird and not creative. The bell rang when Roman was still talking. “I’ll see you later, gatito, ok? Get to class safely.” he teased. I didn’t need to be told twice. I waved him a goodbye and went to my last class.

As I walked into Art I was greeted by Patton, who was happily smiling. He grabbed my hand and brought me over to a man who I’m guessing was the teacher. “Hello, I’m Mr. Moore. You must be Virgil.” He smiled softly, I nodded and he told me about what we would be doing in art and told me I could sit wherever I would like. Patton, who was still holding my hand, brought me over to one of the desks and we sat down, and after a few minutes the rest of the class had come in and we started on the lesson. Mr. Moore had decided to give us an easy day and let us sketch whatever we wanted to, as long as it had some sort of meaning behind it. Patton and I started talking about random things and I looked over to see small puppies and kittens scattered on Patton’s page as he talked with me.

“Um, Pat you do know that it’s supposed to have meaning behind it right?” He looked back with an ‘Oh’ sort of expression.

“They do have meaning! Well, sort of… They’re just so cute I couldn’t help myself!” I giggled softly at the bubbly boy’s reaction and went back to my drawing. “So what are you drawing Virge?” Patton peaked over my shoulder trying to see my drawing and I pulled it off to the side in embarrassment.

“Please? I won’t judge you or anything!” He pouted giving me the cutest pair puppy dog eyes. After a minute or so I moved my arms away so he could see, Dang those puppy dog eyes! “Ooh Is that a raven?! It’s beautiful Kiddo!” I nodded and blushed in response. “Aw, you're such a Lil cutie pie!”

‘Ahhhhh! Pat, not you too!’ I mentally screamed. I felt my face heat up for what was like the umpteenth time today, This school is definitely different from my last. Maybe it’s because there are a lot of pretty and cool boys here and wow I’m a disaster. Fortunately, before I spiraled further, the bell rang. Patton and I gathered our things and walked out the door. We stopped by our lockers before walking out of school.

“Bye kiddo! See you tomorrow!” he exclaimed and hugged me before walking off. I stood there, frozen for a couple moments before walking home in a daze. My parents weren’t home, probably because they were at their new jobs, and I was so glad they weren’t because they would have seen my blushing face and questioned me relentlessly. Taking some food with me from the cupboards upstairs to my room, I locked my door behind me and attempted to do whatever homework I had.

When it was late at night, I reflected on my first day in my bed. I made a couple new friends, and I’ve met three people who sent me into a gay panic one after another. Groaning, I turned over in my bed. Hopefully, I won’t panic when I see them tomorrow.

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aengelicsoul · 4 years

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i wanted to make a list of all MY MUSES, active and inactive, with a brief description of each of them — just to make a little summary ! — so here it is. feel free to message me anytime to start a thread / think of a plot with any of my babies.

　　　　　　﹟ 　ALYX SIENNA LEE 　 / 　 MADELYN CLINE. 22. australian. a bartender who works as an escort, from time to time, to mantain a certain type of life she got used to in canberra [ her father is a known and rich politician there ]. bisexual. SHE IS　　 lots of tattoos, cocktails whose names are impossible to remember, leaving her number on a napkin with a smiley face, taking risks, sunkissed and glowy skin, surfing the highest waves, indie concerts, eyeliner and dramatic lipsticks. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　AUBREY MARTIN　 / 　 NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO. 25. canadian. a waitress who has been spoiled her entire life and can’t do anything by herself. bisexual. SHE IS 　　 thrifted clothes from the 80s, 90s and 00s, pending earrings, cloudy days with a few sun rays, nude lipstick, messy mascara, kind words and touching attentions, big salads, overpriced smoothies, a different bag everyday, ikea full lenght mirror for selfies, organized plans and tidy rooms. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　ELIA RUFFINo　 / 　 LORENZO ZURZOLO. 20. italian. a university student who’s studying cinematography and taking acting classes. used to be the drama kid in school. bisexual. HE IS 　　 dramatic performances off and on stage, getting high at concerts, puppy eyes, all black, foreign movies, leather journal filled with poems, swearing in italian, tabacco at the bottom of his pockets, deep conversations on the roof at three am. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　FRANK (FRANCESCO) ZANETTI　 / 　 MATTEO MARTARI. 35. italian. a private bodyguard for the rich and wealthy who used to be a policeman, in italy. bisexual. HE IS 　　 getting into fights for love, freckles, worried eyes, tired soul, navy suits and white shirts, a hint of beard, fear of losing control, gentle kisses, vanilla icecream and a familiar handwriting. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　HENRIETTA CALHOUN　 / 　 MADISON DAVENPORT. 24. canadian. a university student who’s taking her master in engineering informatics + a hacker in her free time. bisexual. SHE IS　　 black babydolls, fingers typing quickly, bringing her computer anywhere, black and white polaroids all over the walls, punching hard, feisty temper, coding, her sister’s necklace, rings, incense burning on the window shelf, succulents. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　LEO (LEOPOLD) BURNETT　 / 　 RUDY PANKOW. 18. american. a senior in high school whose life consists in working for the richest beverly hills families when he can, to help his mother, and surfing. bisexual. HE IS 　　 waves so high he can feel the clouds, the smell of fresh grass, the same old denim jacket his father left him before leaving, forehead kisses, snarky comments, heart of gold. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　LOVISE DE SMIT　 / 　 DANIELLE CAMPBELL. 23. norwegian. a freelancer cartoonist (comics artist) who has a small etsy shop on the side. bisexual. SHE IS 　　 comics everywhere, a dreamcatcher hanging over her bed, a board to help visualize her latest story, pinterest boards for her characters, a huge collection of pencils and colours, shades of color but not being able to catch the shades of grey in life. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　LUCIEN KERR　 / 　 THOMAS DOHERTY. 21. american (french from his mother’s side). a self-employed mechanic who inherited his father’s business and anger. bisexual. HE IS 　　 comics everywhere, a dreamcatcher hanging over her bed, a board to help visualize her latest story, pinterest boards for her characters, a huge collection of pencils and colours, shades of color but not being able to catch the shades of grey in life. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　MOIRA DONOVAN　 / 　 CRYSTAL REED. 31. american. a homicide detective whose life revolves around crime and riddles. bisexual. SHE IS 　　 multiple identical leather jackets, running at night, finding comfort in her gun, playing darts alone after a long day at work, blurry morals. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　NADINE BROOKS　 / 　CLAIRE HOLT. 30. american. a contract killer who never stays in the same place for long and loves to change identity and play different parts. latest one: colleen miller, a kind bartender who plays therapist with her drunk clients. homosexual. SHE IS 　　 knives hidden under an evening dress, warm smile and cold hands, numerous expensive wigs, contact lenses, bullet holes, bloody kisses. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　RAMONA PEREIRA　 / 　 ESTER EXPOSITO. 19. spanish-american. a social media influencer whose business is based on fitness, photoshoots and promoting things she doesn’t believe in. bisexual. SHE IS 　　 lace lingerie, a flask safely held in her purse, a pair of never wore before loubotins, bad intentions, crying herself to sleep, self-inflicted bruises, working out to empty her mind, fake perfect life on instagram. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　RAVEN VAUGHN　 / 　 SAMANTHA LOGAN. 19. american. a university student studying accounting and finance, who has a way with numbers but not with words. heterosexual. SHE IS 　　 pink lips, braids, fancy water bottles, cooking for someone else, romantic comedies from the nineties, dreaming of prince charming, two-piece outfits, pastel colors, long baths and singing in the shower, white ribbons, numbers over words. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　REBECCA TREMBLAY　 / 　 KENNEDY WALSH. 19. american. a visual design student at university who dreams of becoming one of the best graphic designers out there. homosexual. SHE IS 　　 floral overpriced tops, whimsical make-up, rainbow hair, borrowing her mother’s weed and hiding it under the bed, fairy lights, tweeting at all times, soft kisses and big fears, hugging her dog when something goes wrong. 　 ♡ ﹟ 　REMI (REMINGTON) OLIVER KNIGHT　 / 　 GAVIN LEATHERWOOD. 25. british. a fashion photographer with a bad reputation. bisexual. HE IS 　　 a library with no books in it (only cameras and different lenses), his work framed in different pictures all around his house, luxury cars, scandalous parties, bad reputation, black leather shoes, spending hours in front of a mirror. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　RICHIE (RICHARD) LOPEZ　 / 　 BENJAMIN WADSWORTH. 18. american. a senior high school student whose reputation as your classical troublemaker precedes him. bisexual. HE IS 　　 a constant black eye, cigarette behind his ear, soft curls, disappointed look, fists clenched ready for a fight, not caring about getting hurt or hurting who deserves it, an old pastel car that feels like home.　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　SAGE TAYLOR　 / 　 LAURA HARRIER. 27. american. a middle school art teacher who doesn’t care about showing her art to anyone with eyes, not anymore. heterosexual. SHE IS 　　 ruined t-shirts, painted overalls, colored eyeshadow, brushes in every angle of her apartment, more pillows than space on the bed, fire over ice, weird coffee orders, naked bodies touching any surface. 　 ♡

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