Never Judge A Book: A Sanders Sides High School AU // Chapter 2
Here’s the next part! I’m glad you guys are enjoying it so far! This is gonna be a LOT more lighthearted than OAAC, but it’s still gonna have angst bc why not. I hope you like this next part! And let me know if you want to be tagged if you haven’t been tagged yet!
Pairings: Eventual Prinxiety, Intrulogical
Warnings: Cussing, flirting, sex mentions, feelings of loneliness
Chapter 1 // You are here // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5
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Roman was still reeling from this morning. To say he was a disaster gay was an understatement. All he could think about were those goddamn eyes, beautiful colors with a spark of mischief. He had to keep himself from thinking about the athlete. He knew that even showing a lick of interest was a bad idea. If he did that, it was all over. Virgil would have him easily, and despite him being incredibly attractive, he was not about to fall down that rabbit hole.
As he made his way towards his last class, he convinced himself that it was a one-time thing. There was no way Virgil would ever seek him out. It was just a coincidence; right place, right time. There was nothing to worry about, nothing at all.
He was contradicted when he walked into English and saw the boy himself, deep in conversation with Douglas McFarland, better known as Dee. He forgot that these two were in his class. It was very well known that the two were very good friends, but they were always on again, off again. Well, to describe it right, there were a lot of one night stands between the two, and neither of them tried to keep it a secret. Dee was a cheerleader, and he got a lot of positive attention because of his vitiligo. It was also known that Dee liked to gossip and stir the pot.
Virgil didn’t even glance in his direction, snickering at something Dee had said as Roman made his way to the back of the class. He was right, a one-time thing. Pure happenstance. It was what he wanted, but why was he slightly...disappointed? He shook his head, knowing that his thoughts were nonsense. He wasn’t disappointed, this was exactly what he wanted!
Roman took out his notebook, doodling randomly while the teacher entered the room. He ignored what the teacher was saying, too engrossed with what he was drawing. It wasn’t until he heard his name being called that he started paying attention. “What?” He blurted out.
They were scattered snickers as the teacher sighed, “We are doing a partner project Roman. Your partner is Virgil. He’ll explain what’s going on.”
Wait...Virgil? The Virgil? His eyes snapped in the popular boy's direction, only to see those eyes staring right at him, a smirk playing at his lips. Roman quickly averted his gaze, cursing to himself. Of course, this was happening. If there was any higher power, it really hated him.
A few moments later, Virgil had dragged a chair by his desk, perhaps a bit closer than was necessary. “Basically it’s an argumentative essay in PowerPoint fashion,” he explained. “We just have to choose a topic.”
Roman nodded, still refusing to meet his gaze. He would get this project done and then they would never interact again. Yeah, that sounds good. He started scribbling down ideas for topics, hoping to get a mental picture before sharing. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and felt warmth on the right side of his body. He glanced over to see that Virgil had pressed himself against his side just to see the paper in front of him. “What the heck are you doing?” He questioned, staring incredulously.
“So he speaks,” the slightly shorter boy placed his chin into his hand, his elbow positioned on the desk, a shit-eating grin growing on his face. “I couldn’t see what you were writing. Since we’re partners, shouldn’t I be able to see?”
Roman turned his attention back to the paper. “I guess so,” he mumbled.
He continued to scribble down ideas, trying (keyword: trying) to ignore the physical contact. “Got a girlfriend, Princey?”
Roman sputtered at the blunt questioned, “I’m gay.”
“Boyfriend, then?”
“No.”
“Really? You’re single?”
“Why, yes.”
Virgil leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face, “Huh, good to know.”
“Why did you ask?” Roman grew the courage to shoot back.
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean, a good looking guy such as yourself should be able to pull some attention.”
He couldn’t stop himself this time as he felt the blood rush to his face. He was good looking? Him? He had to be talking about someone else. “U-Um,” Roman stammered. “I hardly think that-”
“Aw, that’s so cute,” Virgil leaned forward, staring him directly in the eye. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
The chair made a loud scraping sound as he shot up from his seat, announcing, “I’m afraid I have to use the restroom, excuse me!”
Roman rushed out of the classroom, walking down the hallway to the bathroom. As he did so, he dialed a very familiar number, knowing that they would answer. “Why are you calling me during class?” Remus, his twin brother, chirped. “This is so not like you. Did you get swapped with a body snatcher? If so, let me get some pics for my Tumblr.”
“No,” he groaned as he began to explain the entire situation to his brother.
As to be expected, Remus began to laugh uncontrollably. He should’ve known that this was going to be his reaction. “Remus? Hello?” Roman snapped, bringing his back, “Got any ideas to help me out with edgy Tom Holland?”
“Why not just fuck him and get it done and over with? That’s how I got Logan!” Remus insisted. “You’re clearly drooling-”
“I am not!” He replied in a harsh whisper. “And I’m not going to fuck him!”
“I bet that you will.”
“I will not!”
“Bet.”
Roman groaned, rubbing his face with his hand. Why did he think Remus would be able to give him some good advice. He loved his brother, but he had no idea what tact was. He took things to the max and chaos followed in his wake. “I don’t even know why I called you,” he mumbled.
“I don’t know why either,” Remus mused. “You should’ve known what I was going to say about it.”
“Yeah, yeah, see you later,” Roman grumbled, hanging up.
Well, that was pointless. He knew that as soon as he saw his twin, he was going to go into a rant about how Roman needed to listen to him more. He stared down helplessly at his phone, realizing that he didn’t really have anyone else to turn to for advice. He wasn’t the most popular kid at their school. He wasn’t really close with anyone in theatre, no matter how much he loved to perform. There was Logan, Remus’ boyfriend, but they were barely friends, only knowing each other through his twin.
It was then that he realized how alone he really was.
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hey ryan! i couldn't help but notice that you'd mentioned p&p maybe being your final bnha longfic (correct me if i'm wrong), but do you have any other ideas for fanworks after this is finished, or will you be working primarily on oaac and your mermaid one? i'm hyped for anything you do, but i have always loved your portrayals of canon characters, so i would love to see some more fanfiction come out from you!!
yeah, it's probably my last unless i can pull out some motivation to work on either the kiribaku sequel or project metis. im parked pretty comfortably in the ensemble stars (enstars) fandom now, with two semi-longfics in the works that i want to get out for sure. im not sure how long enstars will hold me, but it's my current fandom home. origfic is...difficult in different ways from fanfic and while i spit out fanfic with an 'lol if it sucks who cares' attitude, i take my origfic too seriously...i'll be lingering in both for the rest of the foreseeable future, although i probably won't be posting too much about novel work here. too much bad blood to my name. i have no intention of bringing that nastiness to my professional work.
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Winners and Losers
This little thing was inspired by a prompt by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor ! I know it’s very short, but I thought this was a cute, fun thing to write. Now, I know I am WAY behind on Of Amnesia and Clairvoyancy, but chapter 8 is in the works, I promise! I can’t say when exactly it’ll be out, but it should be in the near future!
Warnings: Gun mention?? Otherwise, this is mostly cute fluff
“Well, what’s it going to be?” The villain chuckled, ready to fire the gun. “You didn’t really think I’d be stupid enough to rely on my powers alone, would you? Well, I suppose you heroes really do tend to believe everyone follows your adorable notions of fairness and justice.”
“You, you monster!” The hero spoke through grit teeth.
“I’ve heard that one before, yes. Now make your choice, little hero. Your life, or the lives of the innocent?”
Roman stood frozen at the choices ahead of him. He could take the hit, sacrificing himself, or he could let his teammate suffer because of him. With his eyes screwed shut, he replied, “My life...leave him be.”
With a smirk, Virgil pulled the trigger, hitting his target in the chest with complete accuracy. The chest plate lit up with red light, signaling that Roman had been hit. He tumbled onto his back with a dramatic cry, “They will avenge me!”
Virgil was crouched over him, the ultraviolet lights making him look more sinister than he actually was. “It’s just a game,” he chuckled, holding his hand out.
“I am aware of that!” Roman exclaimed as he took his hand. “But it wouldn’t be as fun if we didn’t get into character!”
“Uh-huh.”
Patton peaked his head around the corner, his chest plate still green, signifying that he hadn’t been hit yet. “Did you get him?”
“Yeah, what about Logan?” Virgil replied.
Almost immediately, Patton rounded the corner, bouncing over to them with a steaming Logan behind him with a red chest plate. He was mumbling something about the activity being stupid, and that he wasn’t even trying. “Woah, nice job Pat,” Virgil grinned, glancing at Roman. “Guess we won this round.”
“Who would’ve known that you would best me at laser tag,” he mused, removing his chest plate.
Virgil shrugged, still grinning, “Not gonna lie, I’m surprised too.”
“This was a complete waste of time,” Logan complained, removing the chest plate.
“Come on Logan, it was fun!” Patton insisted.
“He’s just mad that he didn’t win,” Virgil teased.
Logan huffed but didn’t say anything against the assumption. “I declare a rematch!” Roman cried.
“You sure, Princey?” Virgil smirked, “Wanna get beat again?”
Roman gasped loudly, “That was sheer dumb luck! There is no way I will be beaten again!”
Virgil and Patton went on to win the next three rounds until Roman was forced to give up. To be nice to the ones that lost, the winning pair paid for dinner. Despite his loss, Roman smiled, knowing that they all had fun either way. Even Logan, despite his mumblings, clearly enjoyed making strategies and was always trying to do better than before. It was a good day.
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(Thought you guys might wanna know about the OAAC update? Sorry for bugging you)
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