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bowieandqueen11 · 1 year

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Resolved Issues / Roman Roy Imagine

Request: HIIIII gonna send my succession request while i still can lol.

how about roman and reader sharing childhood stories? him realising that perhaps, maybe the way his family has treated him is tiny bit Not Normal. the reader being somewhere between "oh my god let me give you a hug" and "i just might fight logan roy in the parking lot". yknow good old hurt/comfort you do it like no other

Thank you so much sweetie!! But also yes I feel this in my soul frick Logan Roy lmao

Warning: strong language. mentions of diarrhoea and mentions of child abuse/ physical abuse!

This 3k beast took quite a while to write, so feedback is appreciated! Thank you! :)

(I do not own Succession or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @loverboyromanroy.)

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Roman shrugs his shoulders and looks steadily at you, straight into your eyes.

‘The fuck- how should I know? Like... twenty three, ish?’

Roman’s perching on the edge of his own sofa, so obviously uncomfortable even in his own apartment. His wrist flicks as he answers, and a few drops of the whiskey he hasn’t touched comes sloshing round the side to stain his brand new eggshell blue decorative pillows. He had never cared much for property. But then again, he hadn’t cared much for whiskey either growing up; it had been his father’s drink of choice, and therefore his. The faint fire in the cold marble fireplace behind his head licks between his ears, and illuminates the confused amusement gleaming in his eyes.

You scoff, and shake your head at him incredulously. ‘You own twenty three houses, and you choose to live here?’ Awaiting an answer you know will be even more ridiculous, you make an effort to tuck your legs criss-cross under you, and sit with your knees resting just underneath Roman’s lower legs. ‘And yet you still live in the coldest ass apartment, I swear to god I’m freezing my ass off, and that’s even with the fire going. Are you a fucking yeti or something, Roman Roy?’

He chortles as you continue: ‘you thrive in colder climates, huh? That’s not surprising, considering a glare from your father could freeze hell over.’ You take a final sip of your drink before reaching over and placing it on the sleek black coffee table; Roman’s eyes drop for a split second as if almost in despondency, some kind of deep scarred sorrow peeking its way out like a tired child, before rising back to yours, seeking comfort. It doesn’t slip your attention. You make sure your fingers brush against his socks as you slip your hands back to your lap, and give a sweet squeeze to the tippy toes. He lets out a giggle and kicks his foot out at you, and it’s the most delightful sound you’d ever hear: that true, unadulterated happiness that Roman Roy rarely ever is permitted to have, without some kind of malicious intention lurking behind it.

‘Okay, well, one’, he ostentatiously holds a finger up by twirling it in the air, and it takes you a second to realise he’s pointedly showing you his middle finger. ‘Fuck you. Two-’, he decides to count with his pinkie finger, ‘my dad owns twenty three hours, I own approximately zero fucking squilch of that. And three, I’m a fucking incredible designer - see that Feng Shui over there? All me baby, I would have fucking killed it as an interior design.’

‘Having one sad as fuck looking potted plant by the window and literally no personal items doesn’t count as Feng Shui, dumbass. You’re just sad.’

‘Okay - well - if you’re such a smartass-’, Roman winds his hands up by his head but nearly lets the crystal glass his brother had bought him for his last birthday fall onto the hardwood floor, so he grimaces and gently places it on the rug. He turns back to glance at you, and despite the fact he’s positioning himself as if he’s conducting an interview: elbows resting on knees with hands clasped out before him, face set in stone, he still looks intent and truthfully curious about the answer he’s hoping you’ll give. ‘What was your childhood home like then? I’m sure full of unicorns that shart rainbows and fucking fairies that sneeze glitter from the way you hate my deco.’

You pause to think for a minute, not fully expecting such an honest question to come from Roman Roy. You place a finger gingerly against your lip, and in that second, perched up on the edge of the pristine settee, Roman wishes he could just leap over and replace your fingertip with his lips. He had never been so entranced by someone: never had the privilege of knowing someone from this corporate world who would be so truthful, so different from him. And yet, at the same time, someone who so deliciously, so crudely, so cruelly reminded him of the young child locked in the cage within his heart: so unknowingly let him cling onto the little bit of him he had tried to keep alive. The only bit of him left that wasn’t a Roy. That was just Roman.

Yet, even in the hope that clouded his mind as he awaited your answer, your words came like slices to slit against his throat. ‘Well, I suppose my home was... well, not to sound pedestrian, or super corny, but it was a happy one?’ He nodded, content to bleed out in front of you. ‘There was usually a lot of laughter, and of course a lot of stress, but you know. We could all rely on each other. It was... yeah, it was nice.’ You stop, biting your bottom lip and switching your legs around so you could raise them up and pull them against your chest.

You didn’t want to look at the man sitting before you suddenly. It was as if he had regressed into himself as you went along: withering, shivering slightly like a frosty chill over an empty playground. It looked - it felt unnatural, as he stared at you without seeing. He blinked languidly for a moment, soaking in your words, before jutting his bottom lip out and trying his best to grin at you. ‘Well, my childhood wasn’t so horrid either. My brother took me and Ken camping once, and although it was fucking sleeting down like bullets of pure fucking ice down by the stream, Connor did eat a fish that looked like a mouldy shoe and spent most of the night running off into the woods holding his ass.’

He snorts then, his little high pitched hyena laugh bubbling out of him as he places the back of his hand against his lips to try and hold it in, and you can’t help but laugh along with him at the sorry image of the supposed Roy brother patriarch scuttling around like a crab with diarrhoea.

‘That’s sweet, but do you have any other actual memories with your family where someone isn’t being ridiculed?’

‘Woah, hey-’, he holds both his hands up, and slides down from the armrest to come sit in front of you. ‘When you meet my brother, you’ll understand that he deserves it.’ You flush slightly at the implication, becoming rather uncharacteristically bashful around Roman, and glancing quickly down between your legs. Pulling at a thread until it becomes loose, you pray the timid fire glow is enough to hide from him the rushing heat crawling up your neck. Due to the fact that Roman also is shyly looking down at the toes he’s currently wiggling to busy himself, you both miss the way the other is blushing.

‘But...uh’, he starts finally after a moment of contemplation: a blessed few minutes of serendipitous indulgence, of growing warmth and familiarity, and just enough time for the two of you to realise how much your presence and conversation had only furthered endeared the two of you to each other, despite the hint of sadness that laced it.

‘I really - I mean, my dad was like, always busy.’ He scratches the back of his head, embarrassed by the way you tilt your head and look quizzically at him. He becomes hyper aware of how close his knee is to resting against yours, and decides to swallow the fear that seems to be clogging up the back of his throat, and shuffles forward until there’s finally contact. ‘And my brother was like, following in his footsteps and all that jazz’, his eyes widen as he holds his hands out by his side. ‘So there wasn’t really much time for... fun, I guess. Or mistakes. Or family.’

It breaks your heart to watch him deflate once he finishes speaking, and suddenly the austere, cold walls and empty, hollow halls of his apartment make all the more sense. He looks so worn out, so tired of having to hide himself away behind a big, empty mansion full of props and antiques and nothingness all put out for show, because that’s what he was. That’s how he saw himself. A big, empty, tired, twisted puppet trying to bend over backwards to escape the marionette strings of daddy’s love, not realising they’re choking him. It was a strategy, a way to protect himself: to become placid, to mask yourself as being one of them, to fit in with his father’s lifestyle, and maybe then the slaps and strikes and kicks and whimpers would feel like something good. Because he’s trying to be just like his father. So if he’s hit, it’s only because the puppet hasn’t quite danced to the right tune, that’s all.

As you glance around, you finally begin to notice how unused all the furniture in Roman’s apartment looks: the cellarette by the bar that looks as if it had been varnished yesterday, to the large screen television on the either side of the elongated room that Roman clearly only put on once a night to watch the news, to the velvet cushioned armchair positioned to sweep out and look across the skyline of the city, yet the headrest didn’t even have a dent. All these things. All this barrenness. It made you sick to your stomach. Here he was: a toy left on the shelf to collect dust, taken out to play with only when it suited the puppet master, and he was still so desperate for love that he still tried to copy his father.

And you could see from the way his eyes were beginning to turn blood shot as he slowly sat there and turned the cogs in the back of his brain over, that this was a thought he had had many times before.

You try your best not to look at him too pitifully, in case he might take offence and retreat back into his shell again when you hold out your hands to him. He swallows thickly, watching your every movement as your fingers unfurl over his knees, and you signal at him to come closer. For a moment, as he squints his eyes at you, he seems tentative. But then you roll your eyes, trying your best to still seem casual, and flutter your fingers at him again.

It takes less than a second for him to latch on this time, and his fingers grip into the sides of your skin so tightly you’re afraid he may draw blood. But then, you suppose, that’s all he’s been familiarised with.

‘It’s fine, I’m fine’, he tries to shrug it off, but his fingers only squeeze into yours all the more desperately. Worried he’ll try and pull away if you keep them suspended between your touching knees, you slowly pull them down to rest on your lap as he continues talking. He begins to play with your fingers almost subconsciously, looping them through his stout ones. ‘I mean, sure, my earliest memory is Shiv trying to drown me in the pool because she didn’t want so many older brothers to take all of daddy’s attention away from her. And Ken was never really present, dad was always shipping him away to some conference training or having him sit at his feet like his lap dog, but it’s fine. I’m fine. I grew up to be a well adjusted adult without any concerning issues at all.’

Although his tone is mocking, once he’s finished his rambling thought he lets go of your hand to rub his eyes. He does a half-yawn to try and cover the fact that they’re becoming rather bleary - to hide the fact that this is beginning to get at him, actually. And he’d rather stop now, if that’s alright. He’s the jokester in the family. The happy man. The go to cheer-upper. The pathetic one. He didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to cry in front of you. He was never allowed to cry.

He jumps when he feels your hand against his knee, and he sniffles slightly when he looks down and sees you’ve leaned closer towards him. ‘And your dad?’, you ask quietly, cautiously, pulling the hand of his you were still holding tightly into your sternum. ‘What was he like growing up?’

‘Well, I was annoying. I- I am annoying, so, you know-’

He chokes then, and this time he can’t stop the sob that breaks out from the back of his throat like an overdue bell chime.

‘I’m annoying. I’m fucking annoying, you know that?’, he chokes out between sobs, doubling over on himself, but he’s still laughing between each gasping breathe. ‘I’m such a piece of shit’, he states, doing his best to stop his lip from wobbling and the tears from clouding out of his eyes, but he doesn’t complain when you take your hand off his lap and guide it to the small of his back, just before the dip in his shoulder blades. Gently - ever so gently, as if you were cradling a new born child still so unused to human touch, you guide him down to lie on your legs. He goes easily, taking his hands back to lean them under his chin, and allowing you full utility of your fingers. You put them to good use, beginning to stoke back stray curls of his mother’s hair away from his face, tucking them behind his ear until his breathing evens again.

He watches the sun fall over the edge of the Waystar Royco building: a sight he has seen many times before, but one that feels all the more eerie as the slates of dark metal blot out the light like a flashy tomb.

You bring him back, pursing your lips together and trying not to laugh sorrowfully as he sneezes at the feel of your finger moving down his forehead to trace over the dip of his nose, and evidently tickle it. You move onto the curve of his left eye, and it fills you with at least a little comfort to notice the way he squeezes his eyes shut at the movement. What was less welcome, though, were the few pearly tears that slipped past the cracks of his eyes and began to trace down the old bruised shaped hollows of his cheeks.

‘God Roman’, you choke out, trying to gently turn his head so he’s looking up at you. For a moment, he throws a tantrum and shakes his head in refusal, but your fingers are unrelenting and all forgiving against the side of his jaw, and soon he can’t help but give in to the love he’s so desperately begging for. He allows you to turn him, still squirming in your touch, until the two of you make eye contact. And there’s such naivety there, such desire and craving and conviction and belief as he keeps his eyes trained wholly on yours, that the words just come tumbling out of your mouth.

‘I’m going to fight your whole family I swear. I’m going to fight them all, one by one, and then take over Waystar, maybe find out what the fuck is going on between this Cousin of yours and Shiv’s husband’, he chortles at that, and chokes a little, ‘and then the two of us can burn the place to the ground and ride off into the sunset.’

Although he feels only elation at your words, he starts to shake when you use the pads of his thumbs to gently, tenderly wipe the tears away from beside his nose.

‘Stop, please’, he whimpers, but you know he’s not talking about your physical actions. ‘My dad’s never going to die, even if he is gone. Just- just- get out while you can, okay? Just fucking run.’ He grabs up at your hands, and holds onto one intently. ‘Just fucking go, okay, because I will destroy you. I’m- fucking poison, alright?’

‘No, no’, you state more firmly, when you see the creases in his forehead begin to appear. He shakes his head, and his whole face crinkles up when you admit the one thing left unspoken between the two of you.

‘You - you’re worth it. You’re worth putting up with all of this for, Roman Roy. One day, you’ll be free, and we’ll get to make new memories. Better ones.’

‘Just shut up. Shut the fuck up. Please. Just-’

His words die out on his mouth when you lean down swiftly and replace them with your waiting lips. His hand falls from where it was encircling your wrist, and after a moment of stunned shock, comes up to press firmly against the nape of your neck. His widened eyes melt slowly into a blissful, languid close, and despite the fact that he has no fucking idea how to actually kiss someone he cares about, he does a mighty good job of latching onto your bottom lip and whimpering when you go to pull away.

‘You promise’, he whispers into the tense air between the tip of your nose and the side of his stubble. He leans up to kiss you again, and a bite of saltiness stings at your mouth. ‘You promise’, he murmurs again as he opens his mouth, refusing to break away from the kiss: instead breathing you in and licking the tip of his tongue against your own. Steadying yourself, you grip onto his biceps, and press a last, ardent kiss to his mouth by latching onto his top lip.

‘I swear, Roman, I swear to god I’m going to make up for all the lack of love your family has given you. And I’ll start right now.’

#succession #roman roy #roman roy imagine #roman roy x reader #succession imagine #kendall roy #shiv roy #connor roy #logan roy #roman roy angst #roman roy fluff #kieran culkin #succession fanfic #succession fanfiction

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sirius-ate-my-homework-irl · 1 month

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headcanon #1

okay so. we know nico is always shadow-travelling around and running into people he's not supposed to know about (roman demigods, hat-wearing frog race, etc). can we agree that he's met magnus bane at least once? maybe someone gave him an invitation to one of bane's parties. maybe nico needed something and he heard that there was a "son of hecate" who could help him with it. maybe magnus himself is asked to investigate who tf keeps filling new york graves with coca cola.

however it happens, i think the possibilities are glorious. first of all, i think magnus would 100% adopt nico. he would totally be intrigued by this lil death boi who can apparently wake skeletons from the earth. he would want to know everything about the greek gods.

and second of all: alec and nico are sooo similar and it would be interesting to see them meet. two grumpy gay teenagers who are secretly dorks. i think alec would be creeped out by nico until magnus told him "sweetie he's literally you but shorter" and then they'd get along. imagine them complaining about crushing on straight men. imagine nico trying to teach alec mythomagic. idk.

also i have a weird idea that magnus bane would be the one to pierce nico's ears. random? yes. but imagine the deep conversations while preparing the needle. imagine magnus letting nico saying he can choose any pair from magnus's 100000 earrings but then vetoing every choice he makes because "actually, that's an heirloom" (while alec's in the background saying "magnus you bought that on etsy stfu" or "i literally saw you steal that from a museum three days ago")

and ultimately just imagine nico having gay role models and mentors. the more the better yk

#headcanon #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #nico di angelo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson

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hikarry · 6 months

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Crowley orquestrated the Cesar stabbing

We own a whole ass Tumblr holiday to that mf

He did! You're so right, sweetie!

"You stayed in Rome after I left back then, didn't you?"

"Myeah. For some reason Beelzebub considered Rome the epitome of evil back then. Guess they found it very ironic when they adopted Christianity."

"Hm." Aziraphale fiddles with his cup of tea, clearly trying to say something, but falling short of it.

"Alright." Crowley puts down his expresso in the table and crosses his arms over his chest. "Out with it, angel. You look stupidly distress every time you get like that."

"I am not distressed! I just-"

"Want to ask something but don't know how. Yes. I'm aware. So, out with it. I'm giving you a free opening." He gestures with his hands between them. "Take it."

"Right." The angel clears his throat, laying his hands on his lap. "Crowley." He pins the demon down with his gaze. Eye to eye. The sunglasses were Jesus knows where. Probably downstairs in the horse statue, who cares. By the way Aziraphale was looking at him, this was serious and Crowley wasn't sure he was ready to deal with that before he finished his expresso. "Did you, by any chance, orquestrate Ceaser's assassination?"

Crowley stops moving, sitting completely still.

"Ceaser as in Julius Ceaser the Roman Emperor?"

"Yes. The Roman Emperor."

"Ngk." Right. Now that was a question indeed. "Listen, angel." He leans over the table, getting as close to Aziraphale as demonically possible with a table between them. "I didn't tell them to kill him. I just incentivated some light stabbing. Brutus was way over his head. Not my fault the bloke died."

Aziraphale takes a slow sip of his tea.

"Why did you kill Ceaser?"

"I-! You-!" Crowley straightens himself up again and waves his hands between them, eating words as he speaks. "I wasn't even there when he was killed! I was on the other bloody side of the city! I just told Brutus 'Hey. So, Ceaser getting a bit out of control, eh?' And he came up with the stabbing all by himself! All I said was 'Sure. Sounds like fun! Go ahead, mate!' But I never thought they would gang up on the fucking emperor like lions eating a baby deer!"

"You could have stopped them. Yet you didn't." They stare at each other for a moment, Aziraphale taking another slow sip of his drink. "It was because of the library, wasn't it?"

"Ngk."

"Crowley."

He sighs, finally admiting defeat, relaxing his shoulders and holding the warm mug between his hands.

"You were literally almost discorporated in my arms because that bloody maniac set fire to the library and you HAD to try and save whatever scrolls it was you were trying to save."

"Prophetic scrolls."

"Yes. Well." He looks back up at the angel. "I might have incentivated a light stabbing over your almost discorporation - which I find totally fair. It so happens stuff got out of hand and he ended up killed. So what? He was an arsehole anyway."

"You killed Ceaser over the library."

"No. No no no. I INCENTIVATED light stabbing over you bleeding the heavens out in my bed."

Aziraphale puts his lil tea cup down on the table and smiles.

"Well. I find it very romantic, now looking back."

"I-! I am not romantic!"

"Oh please. You are a sap, my dear. You killed the most famous Roman Emperor over me."

"As I said, he was annoying anyway. Didn't know how to throw a good party, I tell you."

"Uhum. I imagine."

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley #asks #anon

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amethiist143 · 1 month

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Spoilers for new Omori chapter

Guys the new chapter is so cute, the sunburn fans will be cheering ehehe

Sunburn is probably my least favourite (non weird) ship but it’s obvious that it’s going to be kinda prominent in this story, at least that’s what I think! I also thought Sunny trying to make Aubrey feel better, like how him and his friends used to was SO CUTE like oh my gosh, I literally squealed a little. We never get to see Sunny try to reciprocate any kind of physical affection in the game but getting to see him attempt it here made me want to cry cause it was so precious. I JUST REALISED, HE WAS TRYING TO COVER HER EARS FROM HEARING THE JERKS SAYING MEAN STUFF IN THE CHURCH,, I AM GENUINELY CRYING, HE IS A LITTLE SWEETIE OMG 😭 I am a twinge more fond of sunburn now. Sunflower is still my Roman Empire but I won’t be too sad if there is more sunburn content in the future of this manga! Also just seeing Sunny blushing is so cray cray. I have many mixed feelings but I want to congratulate the Sunburn fans 🫶

#omori #omori game #omori fanart #omori fandom #omori aubrey #omori sunburn #omori manga

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semisutopia · 2 years

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abed x fem!reader

“guys we have to do something. y/n hasn’t been in any anthropology classes and we haven’t seen her all week”, britta started the study group’s discussion.

shirley and annie both nodded their heads in vigorous agreement while troy, pierce, and jeff looked at each other in questioning. “what can we even do though? it’s not like we can just go to her dorm and talk to her”, troy said.

“not true, i’ve been to her dorm. i know where it is”, annie retaliated. “but does that really matter? maybe she doesn’t want to talk to us. you ever think about that?”, jeff said with his legs on the table.

“why wouldn’t she want to?”, shirley asked. “maybe she’s gotten sick of us”, annie said with a frown. “there’s no way that could happen. she’s told me all about her high school 'friends'. she loves our company”, britta replied.

“abed, sweetie, you’ve been really quiet. everything alright?”, shirley noticed him being nonverbal. everyone turned their heads to the eighteen-year-old.

“britta’s right. y/n wouldn’t get sick of us. she keeps talking about how happy she is to have us. that’s an unlikely situation”, abed stated. “yeah..but aren’t you concerned that we haven’t seen her in a whole week?”, britta asked.

abed simply shrugged and said, “yes but we can’t control her. jeff’s the dad. controlling is his job”.

suddenly, a gasp emerged from jeff’s mouth. “she’s sleeping with someone”, he stated his revelation.

“what drew you to that conclusion?”, britta asked.

“think about it right. y/n's not the type of person to ditch her friends at all. especially since we have such a significance in her life. the only explanation for her avoiding us is embarrassment. she doesn’t want us to know she’s yknow”, he make the hand gesture that caused everyone else to roll their eyes.

“okay i vote we go to her dorm and ask her ourselves and find out definitively”, britta paused and glared at jeff, “that y/n is not sleeping with anyone”. with that, they all set off for y/n's dorm.

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britta knocked on y/n's door only for her to answer after a full minute. she opened the door and looked panicked. “aha! quick, check her dorm for someone!”, jeff instructed and troy and pierce followed suit.

in the midst of them checking her closet, desk, and under her bed, y/n was looking at no one in particular and staring at the floor, fiddling with her fingers.

“what the hell are you doing?!”, she asked. “we know you’re sleeping with someone missy!”, pierce explained. “what the fuck? i’m not sleeping with anyone. and STOP MESSING UP MY ROOM”, she pulled troy back by the shoulder.

the three men stopped and now it was the girls’ turn to be questionable. “y/n, where have you been? you’ve missed every anthropology class since the semester began”, annie said.

“are you really not sleeping with anyone, y/n? because if you are…that’s…real good for you. yknow getting yourself going. good for you, girl”, shirley also said.

it was important to note that since entering her dorm, abed had not taken his gaze off of y/n. in contrast, she was doing her best to not look at him at all.

y/n sighed and replied, “no, shirley i have not been sleeping with anyone. i’ve just been taking early morning classes to manage my time better. and anthropology is so useless now. literally, nothing happens”.

“yeah but it still counts for credit. you’re lucky duncan has been drunk every class and doesn’t notice your absence. but what about coming to the library?”, britta asked.

y/n started fiddling more and breathing started becoming harder for her. “um- uh- i just didn’t feel like it”. “come on y/n. you can tell us. we’re your best friends”, annie said, trying to encourage her best friend.

“because i like abed okay?!”, y/n blurted quietly. the room went quiet.

“uh- um- yeah i- sorry abed. but yeah i like you”, she started, still not looking up at him. “i get really panicked around you and so i’ve been avoiding you and the library and anthropology classes because i have romantic feelings for—“, y/n's words got cut short as abed lifted her face up and pressed a kiss to her lips.

a gasp escaped annie as britta and troy fist bumped in the back. shirley placed her hands on her chest and smiled, wholeheartedly at the scene. after a few seconds, abed pulled away. “uh w-why’d you do that?”, y/n questioned, still on her toes from the kiss.

“i have romantic feelings for you too. i thought they were obvious”, abed admitted. “weren’t they obvious?”, he looked back at jeff who just shrugged.

“well at least now, she’s gonna be sleeping with someone” “jeff!”, britta said and hit him in the arm.

all rights go to @semisutopia on tumblr. please don't copy or plagiarise my work. that's really lame of you.

#community #x reader #community x reader #abed nadir #abed nadir x reader #abed x reader #fluff #community fic #abed nadir fluff #imagine #scenario #headcanon

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starlocked01 · 9 months

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Your Average Petty Sinner

AO3 link (pending)

Summary- Patton goes through an Emo phase and decides to hang out with the most notorious kids at school, going so far as to try to date their leader.

Relationships- Janus&Patton (Moceit), Remus/Virgil (Dukexiety)

Word Count- 5.4k

Content Warnings- swearing, mild description of injury, mild sexual innuendos

This is my @sanderssidesgiftxchange gift for @lily-janus 💛💙 I really hope you like it! Also a shout out to @infinitesimal-dna for beta reading and putting up with my shenanigans.

“I just don't get it!” Patton frantically paced the small patch of faded pale blue carpet that was visible in his cluttered room, “I literally caught them with cigarettes and lighters in the bathroom- how did they weasel out of detention this time?”

Roman barely looked up from the script in his hand as he lounged on Patton’s bed, “I don't know. Remus didn't say when Mom picked us up. They weren't going to hurt anyone but themselves.”

“Lighters start fires- they could have caused a fire alarm and some freshman could have been trampled in the ensuing panic while the science wing burned down-” Patton whipped back to face Roman who remained unperturbed.

“And none of that happened. You saved the day, Padre. Why can't you just be happy about that?”

“Because they didn't get in trouble!” Patton crossed his arms tight over his chest and resumed his pacing, “why turn in the bad kids if they're just going to be let go?”

“Sounds like you want to put my brother in jail,” Roman snickered and briefly looked up, “I don't know why. Why do you snitch on them?” Roman countered

Patton bit down hard on his lip before taking a measured breath, “I am not snitching. They just keep breaking the rules in front of me.”

“I think you just want Janus to notice you. Trust me, he does, sweetie. Remus won't stop complaining about how much the goodie two shoes need to fu- leave them alone,” Roman replies, remembering too late the household ban on swears.

“SHH! Don’t let Mom hear you.” Patton whispered tersely, “you’re wrong. I don’t care what any of them think about me– especially not Janus.”

Roman snorted, “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re constantly tattling on him. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that when a boy’s mean to you that means he likes you?”

Patton stopped in his tracks and turned back to face Roman, “That’s… completely untrue.”

Roman rolled his eyes, flipping a page lazily, “Just keep telling yourself that, Padre. I bet if you just asked he’d go out with you.”

“I’m not gay and I don’t want to go out with him,” Patton countered, “will you please just be quiet? My mom would kick you out in two seconds for being a quote ‘bad influence’ if she heard you right now.”

“Mmm fine. Alright. I won’t talk about your obvious crush on Mr. Tall, Dark and Mysterious.”

“I am not- Why don’t you understand that not everyone has to like guys?”

Roman sat up, “I’m not saying everyone. I just know you, Patt. You don’t like girls. You’ve turned down like twenty of them since homecoming last year. So if you don’t like girls, that just leaves guys. I know you don’t feel comfortable bringing a bf home because of the witch, but you’ve at least got to let yourself consider the possibility.”

“Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl,” Patton replied, not sounding as convincing as he should have to shut down the conversation.

Roman chuckled, “sure. Because she’s actually a boy named Janus and you’re looking in the wrong places.”

“Roman!”

“Just ask him!”

“He hates me. And I don’t like him.”

“You absolutely fucking do!”

“Roman!” Patton hissed, flinching as he could hear his mother’s footsteps coming down the hallway. “Now you’ve done it-” he muttered as the bedroom door clicked and swung open.

“Patton, sweetie. What’s our rule for having friends over?” his mother asked from the door, a falsely sweet and disarming voice cutting through the tension of the argument.

Patton turned, “they need to follow house rules and not distract from school work…”

“That’s right. If I’m not mistaken, I believe I heard Mr. Prince here swearing. That is no way to speak to others, is it?”

“No, ma’am,” Patton replied, head hung in defeat.

She turned towards Roman, “Exactly. I’m sorry dear, but you need to leave and reevaluate your vocabulary and manners if you want to spend time with my son.”

“Sorry, Patt,” Roman murmured as he grabbed his backpack and walked past to leave, “tomorrow. Just do it.”

Patton sighed with exasperation, “Please, Mom, let him stay? He didn’t mean to-”

“You know the rules, Patton. I think it’s about time you got started on your homework,” she brushed him off, escorting Roman out to the front door.

Patton waited until he heard the front door shutting before closing his bedroom door to get started on his work, trying to tune out his racing thoughts about school.

___ ___ ___

Janus slumped against the lockers, ignoring the dirty look from Susan next to him when he accidentally shut hers for her. It wasn’t his fault her locker was so close to Virgil’s. He gripped the head of his cane to keep it from sliding into the throng of students that would trample and crack it without a second thought. The polished wooden cane had cost a fortune, stained black with a yellow snake carved around the shaft up to the handle. He'd refused to adopt a medical-looking metal bully magnet and protected his aide fiercely. Janus silently watched Virgil picking out text books for the next class.

“What a bitch, right?” he asked once Virgil had noticed him.

Virgil nodded sagely, “Yeah. Who’re we talking about this time?”

Janus smirked, “Mrs. Hansen, of course. It’s like she doesn’t even care that I don’t give a fuck about Physics.”

“She held you after class again? That bitch!” Virgil gaped, closing his locker, “that is so messed up. You should tell the VP that she’s not respecting your accommodations, right?”

“Like he ever cared the twenty thousand other times someone tried to make life harder,” Janus scoffed, glancing at the disturbance coming down the hallway and opting not to warn Virgil.

With all the subtlety of a tornado, Janus watched as Remus pinned Virgil to the lockers, dropping his backpack at Janus’ feet in his hurry to get hands on the boy. Virgil grunted in surprise, pushing back against the attack until he recognized the lips pressed harshly into his neck.

“Rem-! Oh my god!” Virgil laughed breathlessly, “I told you not at school, motherfucker!”

Remus looked up with a devious grin, “and? Your mother said she loved it.”

“Gross,” Virgil chuckled and pulled his boyfriend into a tight hug, “I missed you.”

Janus rolled his eyes, pushing the discarded backpack away with the tip of his cane, “It’s been all of an hour since you two last molested each other in front of the entire school.”

“Jealous, Jannie?”

“Utterly green with envy,” Janus sighed, noticing the crowd in the hall thinning rapidly, “are you done playing tongue hockey yet?”

“Never,” Remus laughed and turned back to Virgil, cutting off his protests with a filthy kiss.

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t figured out how to make gay love babies yet,” Janus replied, carefully readjusting his treasured suede gloves. The crowds of students dissipated and doors shut as the bell for the next period rang through the now empty halls.

Janus nudged the pair, “Biology will have to wait. Let's get going.”

“Oh come on!” Remus whined, “just tell Mr. Sawan you got held back and we're helping you-”

“It's not a lie for once,” Virgil added, leaning down to grab Remus' bag.

“And they say I'm the bad influence,” Janus scoffed, grabbing his cane to start towards class. Virgil and Remus reluctantly followed, careful to give him space to walk.

Janus wasn't actually eager to get to class. Everyone always stared when he walked in late, despite arriving late by necessity every day. The scrutiny felt absolutely miserable.

As they neared the stairs down to the mathematics wing, Janus paused to let the couple go first. The last thing he wanted was to slip all the way down into a concussion.

“Hey!” A voice called loudly from down the hall, “aren't you supposed to be in class?”

Janus glanced over and swore quietly at the sight of the world's most annoying goody two shoes coming towards them.

“Patton. Where do you think we're going?” He asked in a lazy drawl.

“Yeah, calm your tits,” Remus added less than helpfully.

Patton frowned, glancing down at his chest for a brief moment, “I don't have- the bell rang five minutes ago. You're supposed to be in class. I bet you're out here trying to smoke and ditch class.”

“How? You stole my lighter yesterday,” Virgil snarked back, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“It’s against school policy-” Patton started.

“What's against policy is a student trying to police other students. I literally cannot walk the halls when everyone else is running around,” Janus spoke up, standing up straighter. “We'd have made it by now if you hadn't interrupted us.”

“You liar. You're just messing around to get out of class,” Patton accused, stepping closer as if to intimidate Janus.

He laughed, “we have this discussion once a week! If I didn't know better, I would think you're going out of your way to flirt with me.”

An inscrutable look passed over Patton’s face, freckles melting into a soft flustered blush. “I am not!” Patton whispered hoarsely.

“Then we'll just be on our way,” Janus sneered, starting down the first step, cane first.

“Hey!” Patton gasped, reaching for Janus’s shoulder. Janus flinched at the unexpected touch, shifting to toss Patton as far from him as possible.

Unfortunately, this sent the boy careening down the flight of stairs.

“Shit!” Janus exclaimed, watching in horror and slight mesmerism as Patton came to a halt on the first landing.

“You killed him!” Remus cackled with glee at the possibility.

“Jan- what the fuck?” Virgil asked, not sure if he should move to help Patton or not.

Janus glanced down the hall, and seeing no one, made his decision.

“Virgil, help me get him to the nurse.” he instructed. “Remus, get to class and tell them Virgil and I cannot make it. Give as little context as possible, got it?”

Remus nodded and hurried to the class.

Janus hurried down the steps as fast as he could manage to the place Patton lay on the stairs.

“Wh- why?” Patton murmured, cradling his shoulder, “I- I wasn't-”

“Next time don't touch people without permission,” Janus snapped, reaching to pick Patton up, “can you walk?”

“I- I think so?” Patton winced, trying to sit up with both of the others pulling him up, “d-don't pull my arm, please.”

Janus nodded, “right, let's go, before you die or something.”

“Good going, Jan,” Virgil groaned as Patton leaned more heavily against him.

“Shut it, Vi. I didn't do anything.”

The walk down the rest of the stairs and to the nurse's office felt impossibly long and arduous, as Patton moved slower than even Janus. And he moaned in pain at each jostle to his arm.

“You're going to be okay,” Virgil chewed at his cheek, “it wasn't that bad of a fall.”

“I- I hope so,” Patton murmured, “why are the bad kids helping me?”

Janus rolled his eyes, “who said we're bad?”

“I- you always get in trouble,” Patton tried to explain.

“Yeah. Because you're always trying to get us in trouble,” Virgil scoffed.

“I don't expect you to understand, Patton,” Janus stopped as they reached the nurse’s office, “ but sometimes people just don't think like you.”

Patton nodded then tried to walk into the office, “thanks, I guess.”

Janus rolled his eyes, turning to head back to class, only to be confronted with the imposing figure of the school vice principal.

“What's this, then?”

“Oh- sir, I can explain,” Janus offered hastily.

“You will,” the man nodded, pointing towards his office, “If you please, Mr. Shephard.”

Virgil fiddled with his sleeves, “It was completely an accident. We were just helping Patton.”

“He fell down the stairs after slipping on a spilled water bottle,” Janus protested, already tired of walking, “I think he hit his head so we didn't want to leave him alone before he could get over here.”

“I see,” the man eyed the two, “is that so?”

“Yes. That's what happened.” Janus nodded emphatically. He watched the disciplinarian's face to see if he bought the story.

“Get to your class,” the vice principal barked, and the two wasted no time disappearing down the hallway.

___ ___ ___

Patton stirred and sat gingerly up in bed. A needle of pain shot through his shoulder at the weight pressed on it.

“Oh- f-”

“Patton!” His mother stood at the door to his room with a sour look on her face.

“I was going to say ‘fudge’,” Patton gritted his teeth.

“Honestly, when did I raise such a delinquent?” She shook her head and barged her way in, “bullying other students and now swearing? Certainly nothing I taught you.”

“Mom!”

“I won't hear it. Luckily, some of your classmates collected your homework assignments for you. Behave yourself with them,” she scolded.

“I'm not a bully,” Patton muttered, gazing up at the ceiling as though the stucco could offer him the strength to endure her accusations.

“For the record, no one said you were but her. I don’t know why she thinks that,” Patton looked back to the door sharply, finding his mother replaced with Virgil standing slouched against the frame, a book bag slung over one shoulder. “Hey- I hope it's okay I- let's not worry about how I knew your address. How… are.. you?”

“I've been better. The doctor poked and prodded me a lot yesterday.”

“Yikes…”

Patton nods, “I’ll be back in school by Monday. Unless I go completely loopy in the head. But I think the sprain in my shoulder is worse. Is Janus okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. He was tired from all the running around but like.. I don’t think he’s mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Virgil glanced back to the door before leaning closer to ask, “is she always like that?”

Patton nodded, “yeah… that’s my mom for you.”

Virgil swung his bag onto the bed, “alright, well, I’ve got your homework for the classes you missed.. And I thought you might like some music to pass the time? It’s the kind I listen to when I get really upset,” Virgil explained with a pointed look as he pulled a disk in a clear cover out of the bag with the school books, “just.. Let me know what you think if you do. I’m really sorry about what happened.”

“It’s not your fault, Virge-” Patton shook his head and then winced, “thank you, though.”

“No worries. I- uh.. Look forward to seeing you..? Yeah. Get better soon.”

Patton watched as Virgil exited his bedroom, confused why he of any of the kids at school brought him make up work. He examined the CD, turning it to read the sharpie writing, a list of songs with artists listed in incomprehensible initials. He turned the case over, noticing a small piece of paper tucked under the CD inside the case. Intrigued, he pried the case open and popped the CD out, laying it on the blanket. He retrieved the small folded paper from his lap, carefully picking it apart.

I didn’t push you down the stairs. I also did not try to help you after you tripped. If you tell anyone I did, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it. -J

Patton frowned, confused by the note. He tossed it aside and pulled out his portable CD player to listen to the mixtape without his mom listening in. He laid back, letting the beats and melodies wash over him. As he listened, an idea started to form, one of which he was barely conscious.

___ ___ ___

“Are you insane?” Roman stared far more openly than other students in the hall. Patton shrugged and pushed past his friend to his locker.

“I’m just trying something new,” Patton replied, hanging his backpack up and picking out books for the first class. He tried very hard to not express frustration when the bookbag caught on the spikes sticking out of one of his many new bracelets.

“You look ridiculous. You hate black! What is going on?”

“I can wear whatever I want, Ro. You sound like my mother right now.”

That shut Roman’s protests up quickly. Patton hummed to himself, reaching into the bag to pull out a brand new makeup pallet made of browns and blacks, picking the darkest shade to dab onto his eyelids.

“How hard did you hit your head?” Roman asked, staring in even more shock and disbelief.

“My head is fine, Roman. I told you I’m trying something new,” Patton explained.

“Oh Hey! When did you get hot, Pat-Pat?” Remus yelled, dragging Virgil behind him from down the hall.

“Woah- Patton, are you okay?” Virgil asked as they reached him and Roman at the lockers.

“Looks like Jannie knocked some sense into him. Hot damn!” Remus leered, earning a smack on the shoulder from Virgil and Roman.

“Guys, I am fine. I promise. I wanted to see how my mom would take it,” Patton offers, not so subtly searching the halls.

“Right. Suuuuuuure,” Remus giggled, “just remember that Virgie is mine,” he snaps playfully, “I don’t share and I certainly don’t do threesomes.” Remus winked, sending a shiver of disgust running down Patton’s spine. “Congrats, baby emo.”

“If you need to talk or something,” Virgil managed to offer before getting swept away by Remus.

Roman sighed, “Seriously, do you want to talk?”

“I’ll be fine, Ro. I’m still me. I just... I don’t know. It felt right this morning,” Patton offers as explanation.

“Well, you know where to find me. And if this is some ploy to get Janus to like you- it won’t work-”

“I don’t care if he likes me,” Patton protests, “this isn’t about him.”

“It’s not?” Janus asked in a smooth voice, standing behind Patton as if he appeared there from thin air.

“Janus!” Patton whipped around, “how- when did you- um, hi.” he stammered.

Roman laughed and clapped Patton on the shoulder, “good luck, Romeo. See you at lunch.” He walked away still laughing as Patton blushed and tried to shake the teasing off.

Janus watched curiously. He certainly would never have predicted that Patton would show up in an all black pretend-emo costume. Amazing really how people could still surprise him.

“I promise that Roman doesn’t know what he’s talking about-” Patton tried to recover his composure.

“He never does. Poor Remus got all the interesting and useful brains,” Janus sighed, examining his gloved hand nonchalantly. “Even if this were some ploy for my attention, I wouldn’t be interested just because you changed clothes and painted your nails.”

“That implies you would be interested in different circumstances,” Patton pointed out.

“Would I? I never said that. You understood my message, right?” Janus asked, changing topics quickly.

Patton nodded, “I- yes, I understood. You didn’t have to threaten me. Everyone thinks I broke my head and wouldn’t believe me saying either thing.”

“Correct. No use spreading rumors,” Janus smirked.

“Janus?”

“What?”

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” Patton asked quietly.

Janus took a moment to think over the question, “Why are you asking me?”

“Because I think you’re probably the person I’ve hurt the most.”

Janus laughed, “Oh please. Like you could hurt me. Since when do you care about my opinions?”

“I don’t know- I’m really trying something new here, Janus.” Patton worried his lip between his teeth.

“I see. I notice,” Janus nodded and turned to head towards class.

“Janus? Do I… seem like I have a crush on you?”

Janus stopped in his tracks, turning back slowly, “Do you have one?”

Patton shrugged his one good shoulder, “Roman says I must have one. I’m not sure. How do I figure it out?”

Janus studied the black clad teen he would have sworn had it out for him just two days ago. Who was he to answer this kind of question? And why wouldn’t he just ask Roman, the prince of failed relationships?

“I don’t know. Go on a date with me?” Janus was just as surprised at the words leaving his lips as Patton looked hearing them.

“Wait- really?”

“Yes. We can go out tonight. No need to make it formal. Just black, not black tie.” Janus nodded. It surprised him just how calm and collected he felt, proposing a romantic time together.

Patton hummed, “um.. I assume Virgil… gave you my address,” he replied diplomatically, “would you be able to pick me up.”

“Yes. 9 o’clock?”

Patton nodded, “yeah, that works. I’ll see you then?”

Janus smiled just a bit mischievously, “yes, you will. Good luck in school today. Everyone is going to notice.”

“Notice what?” Patton asked.

“This.” Janus smirked and leaned forward, planting a lipstick stained kiss on Patton’s cheek, turning to leave just as the first bell rang out.

Patton stood frozen like a deer, slowing reaching up to touch his cheek, “oh, shit-”

___ ___ ___

“Uh, Jannie?”

“Yes, Remus?”

“Where the fuck are we going?” Remus asked, hanging on the back of Janus’ seat.

Janus inhaled slowly, “We’re picking up my date for tonight.”

“Since when do you date?” Virgil asked, lounging in the back seat and scrolling on his phone.

“Since this morning,” Janus answered, “You two just made it look so fun I had to give it a try.”

“Ooooooooh,” Remus absolutely beamed, “so who’s the lucky virgin?”

“Come on, Re. Don’t assume,” Virgil chided, trying to pull his boyfriend back to the back seat. “Wait- I recognize this street-”

“Just shut up,” Janus growled, “You’re the ones who wanted me to date. He’s harmless and might even like me.”

“So you’re trying to go out with the guy who made our lives hell for over a year?” Virgil asked.

“I’m not being some sort of saint, I’m just curious about what Patton’s going through.”

“I’ll cancel the wedding bells,” Remus cackled as they pulled up to the door. The headlights swept over the porch, revealing Patton sitting outside in the dark. He popped up, rushing over to the passenger side of the car.

“Hey Janus- and… Virgil and Remus? What?” Patton squinted at the couple in the back seat, “is this.. A double date?”

“Somewhat. Get in,” Janus commanded, ignoring the snickering from the back seat.

Patton climbed in and sat down, confused but not about to back out now. Not when Roman would roast him for failing to go on the first date he’s ever been asked out on. Janus pulled out of the driveway and continued on in relative quiet.

“So… where are we going?” Patton asked, a little too bright for his dark exterior.

“You’ll see,” Janus replied cryptically.

Patton nodded and fell silent, watching the road slip by as they drove along.

“Woof. The chemistry is just bubbling,” Remus snarked after a few minutes of quiet, sitting back to cuddle into Virgil.

Virgil laughed softly, “give them time. I’m sure it’s just first date awkwardness.” He wrapped his arms around Remus and held him close.

Janus turned down a residential street and flicked off the headlights, “Well, Patton, since you’re exploring new countercultures, I figured it would be a good idea to bring you along to a protest.”

“A protest? At night?” Patton asked, fear glinting in his eyes, “what kind of protest?”

“One against ableism in the education system,” Virgil grinned, grabbing cartons of eggs from the floor of the back seat.

“Yeah! We’re gonna show that bitch what it feels like!” Remus crowed, opening the door before Janus could put the car in park and banging impatiently on the trunk. Virgil piled out as well as Janus parked and grabbed the latch to open the trunk for them.

“This… is illegal, isn’t it?” Patton worried, glancing around the street to see if they had been spotted yet.

“Very.” Janus nodded, “but, lucky us that the Virus have the dirty work covered. We’re just lookouts tonight. Mrs. Hansen has been violating my disability accommodations. That makes my life harder when I end up missing the beginning of class because of the crowds in the hallway. So we’re making her morning a bit harder.”

“Oh.. that’s why you three were in the hallway during class time the other day?” Patton asked, voice softening at the realization.

“Yes. Sometimes we wait until after the bell anyway but she still shouldn’t be holding me back like that,” Janus explained.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize that,” Patton offered quietly, wincing as Remus started chucking raw eggs at the car in the driveway.

“Relax, Patton. They’re just letting off steam. I swear they would have burned the school down by now if I didn’t try to aim them at productive activities,” Janus chuckled, glancing down the road for any observers.

“Right. So… this is a date… why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Patton turned in his seat to face Janus.

Janus slowly turned his head, “what do you want to know?”

“Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before,” Patton laughed nervously, “maybe… when did you know that you’re gay?”

Janus snorted at that, “I still don’t know. You’re the first boy I’ve tried to date. You’d think hanging out around the twins would make that sort of question easy, right?”

“Right! Like, I’ve known Roman really well for years and he sure seems to know… some of what he wants. But I just don’t know how he understands what a crush is versus wanting to be friends.”

“Those two make it seem like you meet someone and suddenly they’re the only thought in your head ever,” Janus nodded to the couple who were busy laying out toilet paper strips in the shape of a penis on the hood of the car, “I’ve never understood it.”

“Do you.. Feel that way about me?” Patton asks, “since you’re the one who asked me out.”

“Frankly, I find your change of aesthetic rather intriguing. And you seem willing to challenge some of your bullshit ideas right now, so why not?” Janus shrugs, “maybe I just want attention and don’t give a fuck about who you are. You can never know.”

Patton looked down towards his hands, folded neatly in his lap, “I think I’ve been jealous of you all.”

“How so? You seemed adamant about reporting us to the school like a narc for the past year,” Janus challenged.

“Because things like egging teacher’s houses and smoking in the hallways can cause problems for people! But, I do like how you all express yourselves.”

“Really?”

“Right. You just… get to be weird and stand out in classes. You get away with a disturbing amount of rule breaking. It seems really freeing,” Patton sighed softly, “Maybe I’m thinking about it wrong. I’ve just always felt terrified of disappointing people, and in just one day I’ve been able to disappoint almost everyone.”

“So, you’re just dressing emo to make people upset, not to express yourself?”

“I mean- maybe partially?” Patton shrugged, “I never knew you all were this criminal-”

“Patton-”

“And… I think it’s maybe hot that you all stand up for yourselves despite what people think of you?” Patton says shyly, more of a question than an opinion.

“I didn’t bring you along to impress you with like that-”

“No?”

“I thought giving Virgil and Remus a target would give us some time alone,” Janus explains.

“Time alone to do what?” Panton leaned a bit closer.

“What we’re doing now, talking.”

“That’s all you wanted to do with me?” Patton asked, head tilted a bit.

“Did you want to kiss me?”

“Patton-”

Patton leaned in even closer until the backdoor slammed open, sending him scrambling back to his seat, blushing bright red.

“Drive- Neighbor might be calling the cops.” Remus replied, out of breath.

Virgil nodded and Janus jumped into action to get away from the crime scene.

“Looked like a productive date,” Remus teased as Janus slowed back down to avoid suspicion.

“Wow what a rush!” Patton exclaimed.

“Adrenaline wasn’t the point,” Janus reminded him, “Are you two ready to head home?”

“Yeah, Remus’ please,” Virgil nods.

Remus spent the car ride back to his place giving the lookouts a play by play of the night, with Virgil interjecting with certain facts and figures.. Janus soon dropped the pair off and the silence settled between him and Patton.

“I just… you guys get away with bad behavior all the time. I wish I could do that the same as you,” Patton spoke up eventually.

Janus sighed and pulled the car over again, this time near a park, “Do you even care about why we do that stupid shit?”

“Well, tonight was about getting back at Mrs. Hansen, right? For treating you badly,” Patton recalled.

“And skipping class is because it’s too overwhelming to sit still learning useless crap with a bunch of jerks who know nothing about what it’s like to try and navigate when your feet don’t just take you to where you need to go. They don’t care that it hurts to walk and it’s just safer to take my time with friends by my side to catch me.”

“I-”

“You just see me as some bad boy to upset people with. You don’t care how I feel about it, do you?” Janus challenged.

“That’s not true-” Patton tried to protest.

“I’m not some average petty sinner to disappoint your family with at the holidays. I actually have feeling and wants and needs and I just- I-”

Patton reached over to take one of Janus’ hands, “It’s okay. I-I didn’t want to use you, Janus. Not in the long run. Sure, I wanted to experiment and see if Roman’s right about crushes, but I don’t want to trap you in a relationship you won’t enjoy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Janus looked away, trying to pull his hand free.

“Just remember that you asked me out tonight. So, I thought that kisses were something you’re supposed to do on dates. Can we try again without interruptions this time? See if… well, if we’ll like that sort of thing?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, yes I am. You are not a manic pixie dream boy or the dangerous rebel to scare my mom with. You’re Janus. And I don’t know you very well because I’ve never tried to get to know you. But we’re on a date. It’s past curfew. I think you at least deserve a chance at something properly romantic, since defacing property was just the distraction to keep Remus and Virgil busy. It’s too late to get food anywhere. So maybe we can try a kiss and start over again in the morning?”

Janus blinked, trying to process all of that at once. “Um… no.”

“No?” Patton sat back immediately, “did I do something wrong?”

“Not necessarily, I just… you asking makes it very clear to me that I don’t want to kiss you, Patton.” Janus tried to explain.

Patton nodded, “okay. I- actually, thank you? I- I was so scared…”

Janus chuckled softly, “I don’t think we’re crushing on each other. I’m not sure why not. But I’m glad you agree.”

Patton nodded emphatically this time, “I very much don’t want to be the awkward one. I think… it would feel wrong or empty to try. And that’s not your fault-”

“I get it. I agree. We tried. Dating just… isn’t in our cards,” Janus laughed a bit more at that, “let me take you home?”

“Yes please. Maybe at school… we can just say hi?”

“That would be much more pleasant.”

Patton sighed softly and leaned back in the passenger seat, “I won’t tell about the eggs and toilet paper, by the way. Maybe I should ask Mrs. Hansen why she’s not letting you leave for class on time?”

Janus smiled, “That could be helpful. Maybe she just needs to see one of the responsible students concerned on our behalf.”

“Would have been a lot less illegal if you just asked me to do that in the first place,” Patton giggled, “It makes more sense than vandalism.”

“But throwing trash at her house is fun,” Janus grins, starting the car again.

“It may be fun. But there are much better outlets for the anger, I would think.” Patton grinned.

“Maybe you’ll be a good acquaintance after all,” Janus mused, pulling back out onto the road to take his definitely-not-a-date back home.

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HELLUVA BOSS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS PART 2

Blitz()~

I'm just gonna start this off with he tries his best

he is definately NOT the most perfect boyfriend

but he does his best for you

you have 100% gone horse riding together before

his idea

YOU paid

he is very grateful for it tho

he likes to show off his business to you

makes him feel important and as if he is worthy of your love

he takes you into the human world for a "date"

he thinks killing people with guns on a rooftop is romantic okay

constantly bragging about you to Millie and moxie

"Eugh you two are so fucking sappy, look at my hot as shit gf/bf!"

honestly it starts to get on everyone's nerves

Moxie~

he is literally the definition of a good boyfriend

your parents adore him

he was still nervous af before meeting them tho

"ah sweetie are you sure this tie is okay?"

he just wants to be perfect for you in everyway

he loves to cook with you

after a stressfull day at work he just loves to come home and help make dinner with you

he is always looking up new recipes to try with you

expect alot of cheek kisses

#helluva boss #blitzo helluva boss #moxie helluva boss #blitzo x reader #moxie x reader #blitzo helluva boss x reader #moxie helluva boss x reader

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triplehmunson · 9 months

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𝙿𝙾𝚅: (The best day of your life)

You meeting Joseph Morgan on a TVD Cómic- Con, and he look at you he thinks you are the most beautiful girl have he ever seen... When you close to him so that he can sign a t-shirt with the logo of the series, he looks at you and smiles at you, you blush a lot and just when you were about to leave, he takes your hand and stops you, you look back at him nervously and when he sees this he tells you :

J: Umm I’m sorry if I put you uncomfortable, but you are so beautiful.

Y/n: Oh umm I- don't worry sir Morgan

J: Oh no no please call me Joseph, because otherwise I'll think I'm old hahaha...

Y/n: *You blush so hard*

J: Awww haha you are cute when you blush, What's your name sweetie?

Y/n: Y/n Reigns *smile*

J: Oh it's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you *smile* btw just in case your father is not Roman Reigns, the famous WWE wrestler?

Y/n: Oh lord heheh yes, he is my father...

J: So your real name be Y/n Anoa'i?

Y/n: 👇 Yes ofc, but my father when I meet a new people, he prefers that I introduce myself with his wrestler's last name, rather than my real one for privacy reasons hehe

J: Oh this is so good, yk precious I admire so much your father, the great tribal chief *smile*

Y/n: Yes haha, he is��

J: You know what precious?

Y/n: What?

J: You are so beautiful *smirk*

Y/n: *You blush so hard* Umm I- thanks

J: *He start laughing* Oh lord you are so cute precious, I have a question for you…

Y/n: I- I yes, tell me

J: Are you single?

Y/n: Umm I- yes, why?

J: Just curiosity

Y/n: Oh heheh *You blush*

J: And to answer your question, if I'm single... I ended my relationship 2 years ago and I felt like it wasn't working anymore. *smirk*

Y/n: *Shocked* How? You- How did you know I was going to ask you that?

J: Your pretty face tells me everything... 👇

Y/n: Oh please stop I feel embarrassed…

J: *He start laughing* You are so cute

J: *He give you his phone number written down on a piece of paper*

Y/n: Oh lord I- I don’t know can I say…

J: Only taken the number and if you want, you can call me… precious *He winks you*

Y/n: Oh gosh I- I try to call you don’t worry heheh

J: I hope so precious, well maybe see you in another chance and maybe we can have a date…

Y/n: I hope so Joseph, thanks for this, you are so sweet…

J: You too precious, I hope one day I can meeting my new father-in-law

Y/n: *You blush so hard* I-

Joseph get up off his chair and he close to you and gives you a kiss on your cheek, you literally had to hold on to the table to avoid fainting. After that "little" encounter you left with a great experience in your mind, you knew that this was going to be a great day, you felt it and in the end if it was like that, you had to tell this to your "uncles" Jimmy and Jey, and Obviously you were going to call him, you weren't stupid, you couldn't miss this great opportunity.

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Just to make something abundantly clear. This is Roman's story. Quite literally, in everyway. If you can't see that then you're being purposefully obtuse and I don't even know what to tell you. He's the main character, the centerpiece of this shit. Your faves are side characters sweetie. I mean imagine for a second Obi Wan fans insinuated that it isn't Luke Skywalker's story and he isn't levels above. And before you come at me with "But Luke was the hero!" Watch the new trilogy, because you'll see that Luke tried for ages to be the perfect hero for everyone and eventually lost his shit and snapped once he finally got fed up and realized the Jedi (In the case of Roman's storyline the WWE universe are the Jedi) were corrupt. I can out nerd 90% of you guys, I promise. But that's beyond the point. I don't know how you can say the story doesn't belong to the guy who quite literally is actively in control of the storyline. This is a story focusing on the Samoan dynasty and their legacy. This is a story of an evil that was built by the WWE universe because they refused to acknowledge the good guy when they had him so now he is the thorn in their side they can't ever shake. This is the story of from Hero (past) to Villain (present) and back again (future) and how Roman Reigns overcame all odds to be the man to define an entire era of sports entertainment as a whole and cement himself as the greatest of this generation if not all time.

In conclusion, even if C*dy is the guy to dethrone him somehow sometime someway, this will never stop being Roman Reigns story. I said what I said.

#roman reigns #the tribal chief #wwe roman reigns #head of the table #the head of the table #the only one #joe anoa'i #the bloodline

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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The Royal Treatment

Hey, I have a prompt for my favorite writer:) I know you were thinking of taking a bit of a break from writing so many requests so no pressure I just had some inspiration I wanted to share. So, what about a sad twist to Virgil’s changing eyeshadow color? Black often represents evil and sin but it also represents life, immortality, and stability. Meanwhile purple often represents royalty, whimsy, and transition but also penitence, mourning, and artificiality. Black is made of every color and purple from just two. Anyway as anxiety I don’t think Virgil would voluntarily change. – anon

Hey if you feel up to it I have a very sad hurt/comfort request! Purple is the color of royalty right? But roman isn’t purple, Virgil is or at least is becoming purple. Maybe roman can’t carry the crown after all of the stuff that happened and Virgil was forced to take it. Or plot twist, Virgil was the real ‘king’ of the mindscape all along, cause everyone is born with fight or flight but not an imagination. Roman and Virgil are the only ones who know about the situation, and don’t trust the others due to *insert more angst*. Basically they end up comforting each other even as they fall apart. All while continuing to play their roles as if everything is fine. Anyway hope your part of the world isn’t burning to hell :P – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: bruised ego--literal in Roman's case

Pairings: all gen

Word Count: 3304

Virgil sits himself up with a grunt, glancing around to make sure that everyone has stopped gawking over him, and makes eye contact with Roman.

That had been too close.

"Hey, Virgil, your eyeshadow's a different color."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." Patton leans over, peering at him. "It looks really purple and sparkly. It looks great, kiddo!"

"Uh, thanks."

"I do like the color," Logan agrees, looking up from his notebook. "What made you decide to change it?"

"It's not, uh, it's not something I consciously change." Virgil shifts on the couch. "It's related to, y'know…"

"Ah, it's Trait-based, I see. Well, in that case, I am glad to hear that you are experiencing less Anxiety."

"Thanks, L."

"Oh, kiddo!" Virgil has only a few moments to brace before Patton launches himself over the coffee table to hug him. "I'm so happy!"

"Easy, Pat, you're gonna knock me over."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine, just—you're not a boa constrictor, ease up a bit."

"What's all this about Patton stealing my thunder?"

"Not your thunder, Janus, but rather your snake-like—oh, it was a saying, yes, I see."

Janus rolls his eyes fondly and props two of his hands on his hips, examining the Patton-Virgil pile on the couch. "Might I be enlightened as to why we're tackling Virgil onto the couch?"

"'We are not doing anything, bud, so you can—"

"Look at Virgil's eyeshadow!"

Virgil winces as Janus takes the opportunity to loom so close to his face that it's a wonder he can see anything at all. He screws up his expression and leans as far back as the couch—and Patton—will permit as Janus hums.

"It really is pretty," he says softly, a far cry from the sarcastic tone from earlier, "it looks good, sweetie."

"…thanks."

Seemingly satisfied, Janus pulls away and goes to sit next to Logan, talking about something. Patton gives him one last exuberant squeeze before he too leaves, going back to reading his book on the other half of the couch. Virgil sits himself up with a grunt, glancing around to make sure that everyone has stopped gawking over him, and makes eye contact with Roman.

That had been too close.

***

There's a knock on Virgil's door.

"Come in?"

Roman opens it, glancing over his shoulder and shutting it tightly behind him, fiddling with his hands. Virgil sighs, sitting up, and beckoning him over.

"Hey, Princey."

"Hey." Roman nods jerkily to the spot next to Virgil. "Can I—?"

"Yeah. C'mere."

"Thanks." The bed dips and creaks as Roman sits down, Virgil watching him as he wrestles with the words on his tongue. "I…I didn't know they would notice so quickly."

"Neither did I. But it's my fault, I got careless. You shouldn't be blaming yourself for it." He rests a hand on Roman's shoulder. "I'll just make sure to check before I leave my room going forward."

Roman nods, his gaze still aimed at the floor. Virgil sighs.

"That's not all, is there?"

"I—I don't know how much longer this is going to work," Roman confesses in a whisper, "I just—what if they find out? Then what are we going to do?"

"They're not going to find out, Princey. Not at this point. Hey, listen, listen," he says quickly when Roman opens his mouth to protest, holding up a hand, "at this point, like you said, our roles are pretty well cemented, yeah? You're Creativity, I'm Anxiety. Even if they figure out that you're not the one with the most control of the Imagination and everything, they're not gonna suspect me. They're gonna look at you, and they're gonna look at Remus."

"It is a miracle that Janus hasn't figured it out already," Roman hisses, looking toward the door as if speaking the words would be enough to summon him, "if we keep going—you know we've been looking more into the characters than ever before, if we have to lie more explicitly—"

"Then we'll deal with it."

"He can't find out," Roman stresses, "they can't find out. You know they can't, we have to—"

"I know, Roman. This was mainly my idea in the first place, remember? I know what happens when they get too close to the Imagination's center, I know the risk of letting Janus of all people find something out."

Something dark flickers across his expression and Roman covers the hand on his shoulder with his. "I…I don't regret you coming to stay with us more permanently, even if the way you got here was…"

"Less than ideal, yeah." He shakes off the memory and refocuses. "Look, I know you're nervous. It's going to be okay. Really, I should be thanking you for taking all the heat from this."

Roman shakes his head. "That's just it, though, Virgil, I know I'm supposed to be keeping you safe, and I'll do it for as long as I can, but I—they're starving me, I can't remember the last time they actually had positive feedback, and if I—if I get weaker, I don't—I don't know that I'll be able to hold out."

"They're assholes sometimes, Princey, no bones about it. But you're stronger than you think, and—hey, don't look at me like that. You are. You are," he repeats, softer this time when Roman makes a noise of disbelief, "you have no idea how strong you are."

"I don't feel like it."

"I know, buddy, I know. Hey, look at me—" he reaches out and cups Roman's face in his hands, stroking his cheeks lightly with his thumbs, "hey. You know I think you're the shit, right? You're fucking incredible. Your ability to come up with ideas even out of nothing is unmatched and your work ethic is ungodly."

Roman chuckles, hands coming up to clutch at Virgil's. "Thanks."

"Hey, you look a bit better already."

"Yeah, well…"

"Aww," he teases, ruffling Roman's hair as he blushes, "you're so cute, Princey."

"Hey!" Roman shoves him halfheartedly, only for the blush to get stronger as Virgil coos. "Hey!"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." He gives Roman a moment to gather himself, leaning forward when the worry begins to show on his face again. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, alright, Princey? Even if this all goes to shit, I've got you."

"I know." Roman looks up at him. "You always do."

***

Unluckily for them, someone does end up figuring it out.

Luckily, though, that someone turns out to be Remus, who explodes into Virgil's room in a mess of green slime and tentacles and tackles him to the floor with a snarl.

"Remus, get off—!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you," Remus growls, Morningstar shoved under Virgil's chin, "what the fuck is wrong with you, you think this is some kind of game?"

"I have no idea—" Virgil coughs— "what you're talking about, let me up—"

"You think my brother is a toy?"

"What?"

"You thought Janny using him as a little puppet was funny? Decide to get in on the action? Or," and Remus drives the spike against his chest, "are you the one who gave him the idea in the first place?"

Oh. Oh, shit. "Remus—"

"No," Remus thunders, slamming him into the floor, "I don't want to hear your fucking excuses. Whatever hold you've got on Roman, you're going to let him go right the fuck now or you and I are gonna find out how corrosive Kraken digestive enzymes really are."

"I don't—I don't have a hold on Roman—listen," Virgil says, reaching up to shove the Morningstar away when Remus growls, "let me summon him and you can ask him."

"What, so you can give him cues on what to say like a good little prince? I don't fucking think so."

"Remus, I—alright," he growls when Remus tries to slam him again, "that's enough."

Remus yells in surprise when Virgil suddenly flips them, pinning the hand on the Morningstar to the floor, his weight heavily on Remus's hips to keep him still, and his free hand held fast against the floor.

"I am not using Roman as a puppet," he says in a low voice, "and you do not have a monopoly on caring about him. Now, are you going to behave and listen?"

Remus glares up at him but lets the Morningstar go. It clatters to the floor and disappears. "Fine. But I swear—"

"You'll feed me to Oliver if you don't like what I have to say, yeah, yeah, you're very scary, I know." Virgil gives him a look. "Are you gonna attack me again if I let you go?"

"…no."

"Good." Virgil sits up, letting Remus do the same, ignoring the murderous words mumbled under his breath as he runs a hand through his hair. "You can start by explaining why you tackled me to the floor."

"You're a lying liar who lies about things and you're lucky it was me who found out and not Janus."

"Lying about what?"

"You," Remus hisses, hands clenching as if on the Morningstar, "and Roman, everything. You're the one who has the most control over the Imagination and you've been letting everyone else beat Roman up for that shit for years. And you've been the worst!"

"Okay, first off, that's an exaggeration—"

"It fucking is not."

"—and second," Virgil continues, giving Remus a warning look, "most of the things that he receives critiques on are his ideas. You two still have control over the Mindscape and the Imagination, you're still Creativity."

"So fucking what, you're the big man in charge and Roman's your little worker toy? Huh?"

"Roman does his job and I do mine."

"That's fucking bullshit," Remus barks, but he doesn't move to fight him again, "you hurt Roman all the fucking time, you're telling me that's just 'doing your job?' You trying to maintain your cover or are you just taking every little excuse you can to remind him who's really in charge?"

"I'm getting real tired of these accusations that I'm hurting Roman, Remus."

"Yeah, well, I'm getting tired of holding my sobbing and beaten brother when he can't fall asleep because he's in too much pain, but yeah, poor you."

Virgil frowns. "What?"

"Oh, don't fucking pretend you don't know."

"I don't know, Remus, I—hey," he says when Remus growls louder, "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never laid a hand on Roman, and neither have any of the others as far as I know, so if you can explain it to me—"

"You don't need to!"

"What do you mean, 'I don't need to?'"

"You don't need to lay a hand on him to hurt him," Remus says through clenched teeth, "you and all the other fuckers have been doing just fine hurling all your fucking insults at him."

"What are you talking about—"

"Roman's the fucking ego, you prick," Remus interrupts, "and you assholes keep bruising him!"

Virgil stops. His eyes widen. His mouth drops open. Remus sneers victoriously as he slumps against the desk. "Roman's—where is Roman right now?"

"Why the fuck would I tell you?"

"Please, Remus."

Remus glares at him for a moment before tucking his knees to his chest. "He's in his room."

"Can I—can we— can we go see him?"

"If you think I'm letting you near him right now—"

"Remus, as hard as this might be for you to believe, I do actually care about Roman. A lot. Please. Let me see him."

Remus eyes him warily for a good twenty seconds before he finally mutters something under his breath. "Fine. But if you think that means I'm going to apologize to you, you'll be waiting a long time."

"Sure."

Remus stalks over and grabs his shoulder much harder than necessary to sink them out.

They appear in Roman's room and Virgil immediately looks around, spotting Roman sitting on the edge of the bed. Remus drops his hand away from him like it burns to touch him and rushes to his side, helping him hold something to his ribs.

"Hey, that was fast, where did you…"

Roman trails off as he looks over his shoulder, spotting Virgil for the first time.

"Virgil? What are you doing here, is something wrong? Did something—"

He winces, breath catching as he turns, and the bandage falls away from his side.

Virgil stares at the giant bruise that covers half of Roman's ribs in horrible purplish, reddish agony. He feels sick.

"Princey," he says quietly, "what…what is that?"

Roman looks down, seemingly realizing that he's uncovered it, and holds his hand over it again. "It's nothing."

"That's not nothing, Roman, what the fuck happened to you?"

Roman mumbles something as Remus's glare resumes and Virgil takes a step closer, stopping when Remus hisses at him.

"Roman, let me help, what is that from?"

"…the meeting."

"The meeting?"

"Yeah. You were there."

"I know I was there, Princey, that's why I'm confused, no one touched you, what could…"

You don't need to lay a hand on him to hurt him, Remus had said, Roman's the fucking ego.

Oh.

Oh, no.

"Oh, buddy," Virgil murmurs as the truth behind Remus's insults hits him square in the chest, "how long has this been going on?"

"Uh—define 'this.'"

"This," Virgil says, risking another step closer, "you, getting wounded and hurt from the things people say, from the things I've said, from the things I don't mean. How long?"

"Um…"

Fuck. Fuck. Virgil's hand tangles in his hair and he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. Remus was right, he can't blame him for being so angry, not when he thought he was doing this to Roman on purpose.

"Princey, why didn't you tell me?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Like fuck it doesn't—"

"Of course it matters, Princey, you're hurting—"

"No," Roman corrects with a grunt, pushing Remus away, "it doesn't. This is what I'm supposed to do, an ego bruises, that's how it works, and I'm supposed to be taking all the hits anyway, it's my responsibility."

"Oh, yeah? And what's his, then, making sure you get all the heat for the stuff he's really in control of?"

Virgil winces as Roman's eyes widen, staring at Remus with a dawning horror. "You—you know—"

"Yeah, I fucking figured it out, so you—whoa, whoa," he says quickly, reaching out and bundling Roman to his chest when Roman starts to panic, "hey, hey, calm down, Roro, it's okay, I didn't tell anyone else."

"You can't—you can't tell them, you can't—"

"I won't, Roro, I promise, hey, you gotta calm down, you're putting more stress on those ribs."

"Remus is right, buddy," Virgil says softly when Roman won't settle, "hey, shh, calm down, Princey, just let him hold you."

"V-Virgil—"

"I'm right here," Virgil says, glancing at Remus and letting out a sigh of relief when Remus lets him come over, "hey, I'm right here, okay? We're both right here, we've got you. You're okay."

How did this happen? How did I let this happen? How long has he been hurting like this? Why didn't he tell me?

Roman eventually lets out a shaky exhale into Remus's shoulder, slumping down into his brother's hold. Virgil cards a hand through his hair, petting against the grain, and he shudders, a wounded noise escaping his throat.

"Can I tell Remus what's going on?"

"Mhm."

"Alright." He glances over. "You and Roman have control over the surface of the Imagination. That's most of the stuff that can be made in there, the ideas for Thomas, all of that. But the deeper parts of the Imagination, the more…primordial parts, those…those are mine."

"They're tied to things like fear and stuff," Roman mumbles, "more primal. We don't have jurisdiction down there, only Virgil does."

Remus frowns, tightening his grip on Roman. "But then why…why do you only get all the insults and stuff? And why can't we tell anyone that?"

Virgil scoffs. "You think they'd react well to learning that fear is at the root of Thomas's Creativity? It's not just fear, it's any strong emotional instinct, but do you really want Patton, Logan, and Janus down there messing about?"

Remus shudders.

"Exactly."

"But they're hurting Roman. You're hurting Roman."

"I didn't know about this. I swear, I didn't." Virgil's hand pauses. "Princey…why didn't you tell me I was hurting you? I would've stopped."

"They can't find out," Roman mumbles, still half hidden in the crook of Remus's neck, "and you…I don't want anyone else to have to go through this. It was bad enough when we made you duck out—"

"You didn't make me do anything. We…we've always had that kind of relationship," Virgil says softly, "we tease and we throw stuff back and forth but we don't mean it. I never mean it, any of it, you—you gotta know that."

Roman's quiet for a little too long and Virgil bites back a curse.

"Princey, I don't mean it. I don't mean any of it. You're so good, buddy, you're amazing and the others don't give you enough credit for it."

"I'm mean to you too."

"But I know you don't really mean it, and I don't get bruised every time someone says something."

"You gotta be better about it, then," Remus mutters, still cuddling Roman protectively, "because they do mean it and if you keep doing it, they're gonna think it's okay."

"I will. I'll stop, I promise. But you gotta stop hiding when you're hurt, buddy, you gotta let me help."

"…okay."

"Yeah?"

"I'm still gonna go to Remus first."

"As long as you go to someone, I don't care who. But will you tell me if I'm the one that hurts you?" Roman nods and Virgil lets out a sigh. "Thank you, Princey."

"Now go to sleep," Remus orders, "you're all floppy."

"Stay?"

"Yeah, I'll stay." Remus glances up. "Is Tall, Dark, and Stormy staying too?"

"I can stay if you want."

"Yeah."

"Okay, buddy, I'll stay." He resumes petting Roman's hair as he slowly drifts off to sleep, waiting until he's sure Roman's out before lowering his voice to a whisper. "How did you figure it out, Remus?"

"Roro let it slip when he was in a lot of pain a while ago. Don't worry, it's not like he's gonna let himself be vulnerable enough around the others to do the same. I just got lucky." He glances up. "And don't worry. I won't tell them."

"Thanks."

"But I meant it. I will feed you to Oliver if you're hurting him."

Virgil chuckles. "I know you will."

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sunnydaleherald · 18 days

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, September 7

GILES: I'll go dig up my sources. Quite literally, actually. ANYA: Come on, let's go assemble the cannon fodder. XANDER: That's not what we're calling them, sweetie. ANYA: Not to their faces. What, am I insensitive?

~~BtVS 7x22 “Chosen”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not? (Buffy/Giles, T) by Skyson

Graveyard shift (Buffy/Angel, G) by Liana_Medea

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[Collection] 2024-09: 6/9 Smubbles (4 BtVS fics) (various ships and ratings) by unrevealed authors

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To Do (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by EllieRose101

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Supporting Loki (And Thor), Chapter 5/18 (Buffy, Willow, Marvel xover, M) by SomeMeaninglessName

Shadowed Suspicion Volume XI, Chapter 5/? (Ensemble, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure xover, T) by arcanedreamer

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The World Next to Us, Chapter 4/? (Multiship, Legacies xover, M) by Anaxilea

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[French Language] Do as Romans do, Chapter 44 (Dawn/Spike, T) by OldGirl-NoraArlani

Oh My Goddess, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Maxine Eden

In The Dark With You, Chapter 34 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Geliot99

Slayer's Soulmate, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by vampirische liebe

Little Light, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Melme1325

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The Watcher, Chapter 30 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by In Mortal

Incarnate, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Sigyn

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Newest Asides: Reaction Post [Part II]

Part II of the reaction post.

Trigger/Content Warning: wine mention

Beware of spoilers of the new Asides video (Virgil Reacts to...)

[Part I here]

==Actual Content, Part II==

his book is Crosswords for 365 Days by Will Shortz (prob published by New York Times)

^it's smaller text says A year of easy-to-hard puzzles

his tie. omg, his tie.

that is either a red and blue tie OR a dark-orange and blue tie

^either one fits

ANGER - Logan as anger? oh f*ck, the foreboding set in

"and people start acting funny when it comes to rules" -> why does this stick with me. why.

"Lo-gan" -> very nice, Roman

"here he goes again" -> this happens often, doesn't it?

HEY YEAH. Uno wtf

loving Logan's portrayal as Anger (fits him a little too well)

"poo-poo everything I suggest" -> feels a little too canon there, buddy (angst angst angst)

REMUS, MY RAT BASTARD (affectionate)

"that gave me an idea" // "no-"

^f*ckin ded

FEAR - Remus as Fear? hmm, I see, I see…

Remus as Fear is just a YUS from me, omg <3

his white hair streak/fluff, his greenish mustache, his green sweater vest, YUS I LOVE HIM

the bowtie, lmao

"snake, spider, or rat-" oh hey, my three fav Sides -> Snake Boi, Anxious Spider F*ck, and Rat Man

needs to check for snake, spider, or rat? why would he need to check as if they were out to get him or something? hmm?

^thoughts formulating, theories materializing

we are literally talking about sh*t rn

Roman looks so done with Remus - average sibling behaviour

loving the Janus-Remus interactions

"it's very gross- and terrifying" -> yep, that's. that's Fear. Yep.

"are we going to do that?" // "NO, nO-"

^mm, sibling interaction gives me life

oh wait, Remus also has no orange

It appears that the only two without orange on them are Remus & Patton. hmm.

^TIME TO THEORIZE

"Fearmus" // "Joyman" -> both these names are amazing

"Kill-Joyman" lmao

"yeah, that's accurate" -> NOT PATTON AGREEING

aw, now Joyman refrains and holds himself back, nooo

^mm, wonderful angst material tho

Joyman dramatizing Virgil/Other-Anxiety's arrival

I had to stop the dang vid to stim cause skfskafslfjal- no I am not normal about this

the anticipation, oh god why

"Anxiety~" // no one shows up

^lmao, Joyman must've had a "bruh" moment there

"-I can't do this" -> in the deepest voice ever, Virgil wtf

Everyone's reactions, lmao

"Speak for yourself, sweetie" -> f*cking love Janus

OTHER ANXIETY - poor Virgil, he looks so off with the orange

love how angry Virgil is over people thinking Anxiety would look like it's portrayed in the movie

everyone's reactions ksdfaskdf

Remus laughing at him - the Dukexiety content we needed

"sorry, you look stupid" -> Remus omg LMAO (they're besties, your honour)

JANUS. YOU MF, I LAUGHED-

"isn't that not how he always looks?" -> mm, classic Janus & Virgil hostility, my fav <3

Virgil shutting it down gives me the idea that all of them [the Sides], not only the twins (Creativity), can end Daydream Mode or whatever this is

"oh, buddy" -> reminds of when Virgil said he didn't like being called 'kiddo' so Patton was like "okay" and now calls him 'buddy'

loving all of their interactions with each other, just the Sides being a mess of a family

JANUS & REMUS HAVE THEIR OWN SPOTS!!

^hey, does this signify that c!Thomas has accepted them as parts of himself? just saying.

^^he doesn't have to like them to accept them, btw

the map behind Remus? yus, love that for his spot cause he's Creativity and thus can create worlds (the map fits that aspect) [this was a bit of stretch - leave me be]

"I was told there would be wine" -> ah makes sense, Janus was bribed

"…told I could kill Bing-Bong" -> yep checks out, Remus was also bribed

Headcanon: Patton bribed those two Dork Sides

love how those two were frickin bribed into this, lmao

"has the vibe shifted" -> idk why but this killed me (laughing)

"oh good, you reminded me of that scene" -> sad Patton; he plays Sadness so well (even when not Sadness - oh no)

"I always played Fear" -> not only have they done this before, but roles were pre-established and got switched because of the sequel (and Virgil playing Fear makes Biggo Sense, cause fear and anxiety kinda intertwine themselves [in a way])

^it seems like maybe Jan & Re don't usually play games with them like this, and maybe this is their first times as a group of six? Like, this is Jan's & Re's first time just hanging out with the other four?? cause of dialogue and how things are worded

"similar energies" -> why is so Remus GenZ-coded? (I say as a GenZ) (it's funny to me)

"no, he's right" -> besties besties besties (Jan & Re)

Roman Misunderstands Janus counter, anyone?

yep, floral-designed hoodie. the motif never ends

"Hi Bud" -> Pat's face is like :D

"Oh god, yes" -> he sounds so relieved to see Thomas, aw

"aesthetic-based casting" -> explains why Patton was Sadness and Janus was Disgust; but why Remus as Fear? and Ro as Joy?? hmm, must form some thoughts…

^wait, what does that mean for Logan? FOREBODING

^^WAIT, REMUS AS FEAR MAKES SENSE NOW - OH NO

maybe Ro was Joy cause he desperately wants control of a situation because with everything happening in canon, he's lost control of things and f*cked up and- angst angst angst

Virgil and Other Anxiety are so different, jfc

"Doctor Who is stupid" // "FALSEHOOD"

^and that's why he was Anger, yep, I see now

why does Logan express actual emotion but only ever through anger (and sass)? TIME TO THEORIZE

maybe because Logan was usually dismissed/not taken seriously whenever he expressed emotion, so now all he has is sass & anger & a cold-exterior mask to hide behind? (evident from earlier videos)

aww, Ro being kind to Vi and platonic Prinxiety being friends slkffslkfdlsafjkd

"is that really how some people would think Anxiety would like?" -> the Others' reactions - oh no, the silence

"they all wanna say yes" -> Remus, this is why you're my fav character

love how Remus is kinda chill/domestic this episode <3

Remus be forcing others to confront things they're trying to avoid, and that's my fav thing about him

can you tell I'm a Remus stan yet

"nope" -> yeah, that's Remus [lmao]

Remus and Virgil are such besties in this, and I LOVE IT

==More IRL Thomas==

mm, promo

stickers, I wish I could have ye

yay, famous outro

==End Card==

Sadton Tries To Pun but gets Pun-Blocked by Anger-Logan

"interrupting cow" -> he's so sad, noooo

Joyman horribly singing to musicals is not something I expected, but I love it anyway

"it has been THREE. HOURS. I will murder you with a butterknife!" OtherAnxiety-Virgil is a whole mood

JANUS FINALLY GETTING HIS WINE

Him calling Remus "buddy" is everything to me

^Janus sounds like a frickin wine mom, omg

"idk, I just let him play" -> explains so much about Jan & Re, dear frickin god

why does the wine look like Kool Aid-

#tw wine mention #edit: just realized Virgil having that deep-ass voice before coming onto screen as Other Anxiety as as prob his Tempest Tongue cause he ->#he was hating/really anxious about being Other Anxiety n sh*t #thomas making a SaSi-related vid about the movie trailer has the same energy as me writing that fic about the MRIH pilot episode #spoilers #ts spoilers #tss spoilers #sanders asides spoilers #sanders asides #asides #tss #reaction post #long post #part II #thomas sanders #just saying

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