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Why isn't there dog clothes for big dogs?? Like I just wanna dress my laborador up as superman but every costume for dogs I've seen is for dogs the size of a football :(
Warnings: Depression symptoms. Please let me know if I missed anything
Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but somehow perfect match of a friendship went their days peacefully in their small community until one day a new pair of brother; Patton and Virgil, moved into town and showed the owners a new way of life.
Virgil snorted. “There’s no way that’s real. Logan is not the man who would do that.”
Roman grinned. “Maybe not now, but he definitely used to be,” he said smugly, taking a bite out of his pizza. “Thank you for bringing the pizza by the way. You really didn’t have to.”
“It really wasn’t a problem, I just wanted to be helpful so yea,” Virgil chuckled nervously, rubbing his shoulder.
Roman just smiled softly at him, taking in how his hair fell across his face, yet his eyes shone through. He admired the freckles that sprinkled his cheeks like cocoa powder against his pale skin. If Roman had any filter, he probably would have caught himself saying it before it escaped his mouth. But Roman did not have a filter, and he was blurting the words out before he even realised.
“Do you want to stay the night?”
Virgil’s face fell in shock and his eyes were scanning Roman’s face. “Are… are you serious?”
Roman’s words finally caught up to him and his eyes widened. “Oh my god I am so sorry I just you look so cute and I do want you to stay over but I just realised maybe you don’t want to because which is totally fine I just I wasn’t thinking and and I just-”
“Do you really want me to stay over?”
Roman’s words were lost as he looked at Virgil. The boy had curled in on himself, hugging his knees as he looked at Roman with such a vulnerability it made him just want to protect him.
“Of course Virg. I… I like you.”
“Even after knowing?”
“That doesn’t change anything about you. You’re still you, the emo student who is incredibly talented in art and adores the children at the library as much as I do. I understand if you’re uncomfortable with staying over, but I would truly be honoured if you would like to stay over with me.”
Virgil smiled shyly at Roman. “Ok.”
Roman laughed at the chicken’s scream, looking over to see if Virgil was enjoying Moana as much as he was to instead see him focusing a lot at picking at the edge of his sleeves. Roman slowly reached over, taking Virgil’s hand in his own and lacing their fingers. “Are you ok?”
Virgil avoided his eyes, instead deciding to now focus on their connected hands. “I’m sorry…”
“Whatever for, my stormy knight?” Roman
Virgil bit his lip, running his thumb across Roman’s. “I, uh… I’ve been wearing my, my and and I need to take it off because it’s getting too tight, but I don’t have any clothes and and-”
“Virg, you can just borrow a pair of my pyjamas, and anything else in my wardrobe that will help you feel comfortable.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.” Roman lightly kissed Virgil’s knuckles. “Now, I’m gonna warm up the leftovers of our pizza and let you raid my wardrobe before I get in trouble by Patton for letting you keep it on for too long. Just come out when you’re ready.” He flashed Virgil another soft smile before picking up the pizza box and leaving him in his room.
~~~
Virgil dumped his clothes on top of his bag before tugging the sweater he stole from Roman’s closet tighter around himself. He couldn’t help but smile at himself at all the little trinkets around the room.
He reminds me of Ariel.
Before he got too caught up in looking around the room, he headed out towards the living room where he assumed Roman would be waiting. But he didn’t need to go that far before seeing him.
Roman was in the kitchen, staring at the microwave that wasn’t even going. There was no expression on his face, and that scared Virgil the most. His- The singing prince of the library was silent and his eyes were dull. It looked like someone turned off his switch and Virgil couldn’t stand it. He slowly walked towards the still man, who still didn’t seem to register he entered, and slowly wrapped his arms around him from behind. He pressed his front flat against Roman’s back, and he still didn’t move.
“I’ve got you RoRo,” Virgil whispered softly, slowly rocking side to side.
He felt Roman’s chest start to heave and suddenly he was sobbing. He covered his face with his hands, ashamed of himself. But Virgil didn’t let go.
“I’m not going to let you go, I’ve got you.” Virgil tightened his arms around Roman’s chest, probably too tight, and kept his figure against his own. He continued to rock him and whispering affirmations, not once letting go. He couldn’t, not when his prince needed him.
He didn’t know how long they ended up standing there, but he didn’t push to move until Roman’s breath started to even out and he went quiet again.
“Come on Ro, we should get you to bed.”
Roman didn’t say anything, but he let Virgil guide him with his arms back towards his room. When his knees hit the edge of the bed, he crawled in and laid down in a ball. He felt Virgil slide in behind him and the blanket pulled up to his shoulders. He felt arms wrapped around him again, and he felt safe.
“I’m sorry.”
Virgil didn’t reply for a few moments, and Roman was starting to panic before a raspberry was blown into his shoulder.
“What was that for?”
“To stop you apologising.”
“But I need to- stop it,” Roman complained when he received another one trying, trying to respress a smile.
“Never,” Virgil giggled before doing another.
Roman didn’t stop his smile this time and let himself enjoy the moment with Virgil.
The screen in front of Thomas wavered, the black lines of text bleeding into each other. He ran his hand over his eyes. The glare of the screen drilled into his head, but he was already behind on his work. God, if he wasn't always behind on his work. He took a deep breath and felt his breath catch. Coughs shuddered through his body until he curled in on himself, clutching at his chest.
He took a deep breath, pulling his shaking hand away from himself. He reached for the keyboard of his laptop again. Only to yank his hand away as it clicked shut. Thomas followed the arm that closed it up to meet Logan's eyes. Logan raised an eyebrow at him.
"As grateful as I am that you are focusing on your work," Logan said steadily, "I believe that now is not the correct time for that diligence."
"But-"
Logan reached up from the laptop and laid a hand across Thomas' forehead. Thomas leaned into the cool touch gratefully, only peripherally aware of the way that Logan sighed. He slumped forwards even more, pressed up against Logan's steady presence.
"You are running a temperature," Logan said. Thomas tried not to whine as Logan pulled his hand away. He didn't think that he succeeded. Logan frowned briefly; Thomas blinked wondering if he imagined the expression before Logan started to poke at his shoulder. "Combined with your cough, headache and dizziness, the most likely diagnosis for your condition is a cold. Ample bed rest and hydration should lead to a swift recovery."
"But I don't wanna move," Thomas whined.
Logan sighed again. He poked at Thomas' shoulder again until he leaned back deeper into the chair that he sat on. Thomas blinked at him slowly, trying to fight through the fog that covered his brain. Thinking about it, that might be why he was struggling so much to make progress on his script.
"There will be time to catch up on your work later," Logan said, sweeping Thomas' laptop away, "I shall make sure of it. Our current focus should be regaining your health. Preferably before Virgil decides that it means that you're dying. Again."
"I mean, I could be-"
Logan pointed a finger at him.
"Don't. Just- don't."
Thomas grinned at him. He really should spend more time with Logan. He needed more teasing if that was his reaction to a joke. Thomas had four brothers and six figments of his imagination; he totally knew how family like this worked.
"Stay there," Logan said, and Thomas lurched forward in panic anyways when Logan stepped away. The world spun around him and only the cool hand on his shoulder kept him from falling out of his chair completely. His breath caught, and another round of coughs left his entire body shaking. Logan pushed him gently back into the chair once more with a frown.
“I am confident that you are aware of the definition of stay, so I am confused as to why you act like you don’t,” Logan muttered almost more to himself than to Thomas.
"Don't go," Thomas said more than asked, reaching for Logan's shirt with his shaking fingers. He never liked being alone in the first place; Virgil and Patton both could attest to that. Seeing Logan turn his back and panicking wasn't a logical response but well. Thomas thought he could be forgiven for having one irrational thought while sick.
Logan eyed him for a long moment. Thomas tightened his grip on Logan's polo. For a wild moment, Thomas worried that Logan would simply disappear as his Sides could, and then Thomas would be left alone to deal with his cold. He could. For all his joking about it, he was an adult who could deal with things like this. He just preferred not to.
Logan gripped his hand gently and pulled it free.
"I won't be long," Logan said, his voice as soft as when he tried to comfort Patton or Virgil or even Roman. Thomas wondered why they didn't hear that tone more often. "I am simply going to collect the supplies that you will need and I'll be right back." He looked Thomas straight (gay) in the eyes. "I promise."
Thomas let his hand drop and watched as Logan turned to rifle through his kitchen cabinets. At least the kitchen was in view of his sitting space. He could still watch Logan collect a glass of water and what looked like saltines as he set them down on the counter. Logan leaving to gather things from upstairs however-
Thomas finally closed his eyes, even as the black spots swan underneath them. It was better than watching Logan get swallowed up by the stairs. With his own heart racing, from the cold or from his anxiety, Thomas spent a brief moment to hope that Virgil was holding up alright.
He focused in the quiet, steady footsteps making their way around his apartment. He tried to time his breathing to the movements, even if Logan did stop every once and awhile. Thomas let himself drift, not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying not to shiver. From the cold or the anxiety, it didn’t matter.
He jumped at a hand on his shoulder.
"Thomas." Thomas blinked at Logan slowly. He glanced around, taking in the light blanket that Logan must have grabbed from the bedroom, along with a stack of books and movies. He looked down and sighed at what Logan held in his hands. Thomas made a face at the medicine but took it gratefully anyways.
He swallowed the pills first, and took the glass of water when Logan handed it to him. He drank it slowly, under Logan’s watchful eyes. Thomas almost wanted to point out that Logan didn’t need to hover that close but refrained. He took the liquid cough syrup less gratefully and felt his face scrunch up at the taste. Logan watched him down it all sharply, nodding to himself as he swept it all away and set it down on the kitchen counter.
"I will set an alarm on your phone for a reminder when you need the next dose." Logan's eyes already scanned the room for the intended device. "I would encourage you to rest in the meantime. I have picked out a selection of media that you might enjoy without having to get up. There is the choice of netflix as well, though you will want to make sure that you keep a steady amount of water intake as well."
Thomas jumped in while Logan took a small pause to breath.
"Well, you'll be here to make sure that I do, right?"
Logan blinked, caught off guard. Thomas wished that he was better at reading his Sides. He knew they weren't always the best to each other, heck he wasn't the best to them at times. He wanted to work on that. Thomas patted at the spot next to him on the couch.
He could see Logan hesitate, foot shifting forward and a quiet twitch of his cheek.
"I don't think you can catch it from me," Thomas reasoned, trying to coax Logan closer. "Plus isn't there something about how contact with others releases good hormones and stuff to help people recover faster?"
“There have been studies proving that physical touch can boost immune systems and release the hormone known as oxytocin which helps promote positive thinking, optimism, and trust," Logan said. He paused and adjusted his tie. "So you are correct, in a sense. Are-" he cleared his throat. "Are you sure?"
Thomas fought not to roll his eyes. He reached out as soon as Logan got close enough and pulled him onto the couch. Thomas shuffled around for a bit, until he had curled up in the blanket that Logan had given him and pressed up against Logan's side. He ignored the stiff way that Logan held himself.
"So," he said cheerfully, "I'm thinking of a documentary."
"The chances that you retain any information from a documentary at this point in time is rather low," Logan said, slowly starting to relax. Thomas let himself melt into Logan, relishing in the warmth even if he knew logically he was more overheated than under.
"Yeah, but it would be fun," Thomas didn't shrug, but only because that would upset the careful balance that Logan gave off. Also, he could lose his blanket. "Plus, we'd get to watch it again later to actually learn things from it."
"In that case," Logan adjusted his glasses, "Disney plus is connected to National Geographic and has a wide selection of nature documentaries that we could peruse."
Thomas beamed up at him and handed him the remote.
"I'm supposed to be hydrating," Thomas told him, "and I only have one hand free so." He waved the one hand outside of his blanket burrito to emphasize his point and ignored the small huff of breath that came from Logan. He pointedly grabbed his glass to further his point as Logan scrolled through their options.
He carefully set the glass back down and let his body relax onto the couch and adjusted to find the most comfortable position against Logan. He didn’t want to disturb Logan too much, so despite his initial feelings of simply climbing into his logical Side’s lap, Thomas wiggled down to his shoulder pressed into Logan’s side. He lay his head against Logan’s chest and grinned to himself.
He could be feeling better, but at least this way he'd get something out of it. Thomas glanced up at the intense way that Logan stared at the television, most likely trying to pick the "best" option that could hold the most correct information while being something useful that they could use on top of whatever logical thoughts that went through his head. Logan didn’t even seem to have noticed the change in positions. Thomas felt his grin widen as he turned to the television.
Yeah, this way he got something out of it, and he wasn't even the only person too.
Logan startled as Thomas' phone alarm went off. He froze as the weight against his side shifted. He reached out and tapped the dismiss button. Thomas shifted again, murmuring slightly and settling into a more comfortable position against him.
Logan didn't know when they had started to cuddle on the couch but-
He glanced at the documentary still playing on the television and back to Thomas' sleeping form. He reached out and tucked the blanket so that it sat more securely around Thomas' shoulder, adjusted Thomas' neck so that he wouldn't cramp and then gave him an awkward pat on the head. Logan turned his focus back to the documentary and made a mental note to make sure Thomas took his medicine when he woke up.
He turned the volume down on the documentary and smiled to himself.
Despite being cool.and upbeat (and she is) she also suffers from anxiety and recently started speaking about it in social media. Instagram posta detailing her inability to even go downstairs and how support her fam are etc. She also recently did a bbc documentary about anxiety disorders.
Nadiya is also a perfect example of why diversity in media is important. A government report on community cohesion said she’s done “more for British-Muslim relations than 10 years of government policy”, because her presence on TV has helped to humanize the image of the hijab-wearing Muslim woman in the eyes of the public.
She’s not even really a political activist or anything - she’s just a nice, honest, down-to-earth person. Sometimes that’s all it really takes to convince people.
Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but somehow perfect match of a friendship went their days peacefully in their small community until one day a new pair of brother; Patton and Virgil, moved into town and showed the owners a new way of life.
Logan went around the library, heavily stacking away some of the books that the children had left out earlier in the day, making slightly aggressive sounds as he put them away that reflected how he felt. Being in the kids section without Disney songs being hummed by the prince character from the cafe was strange and made Logan feel slightly… lonely?
No, preposterous. You just saw Roman and Virgil yesterday. You have no right to feel lonely, especially when Roman is the one currently suffering. You don’t deserve to feel like this right now. You don’t deserve to feel at-
Logan jumped, yanking his arm away from the sudden touch.
“Oh geez, I’m sorry Logan. I forgot I just- you looked kinda lost and you weren’t responding to me.” Patton’s eyes were filled with worry, and Logan hated that he was the cause of those eyes being in pain.
“No, no you are ok Patton. I just, I didn’t see realise you were there.”
Patton smiled softly. “Well still, I could of hand-led that a bit better,” he giggled, giving his fingers a little wiggle in the air. But his wiggling stopped when Logan’s eyes became lost again, hand rubbing aggressively at where Patton touched him. “Hey Logan, I’m here bud, can you come back to me?” Patton spoke softly, slowly holding out his hand palm side up. “I just want to help you, let me bring you back.”
Patton continued to speak to Logan, his voice gently pulling him back to the ground. When his feet landed back on Earth, they were sitting at the kids tea time table, Logan’s hand on top of Patton’s. He looked up at Patton’s face, scared that he was going to cast him out. But instead he was greeted with sunshine, a light that made something in his chest bloom.
“It’s good to see you back with me.”
“I do sincerely apologise, I-”
“Hush now, none of that. You must be stressed because of RoRo and running the library over the past few days, I understand.”
Patton’s understanding made Logan’s brain short circuit. He was so understanding.
How could someone be that understanding? Why should he even be understanding, you shouldn’t be acting like this. You-
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Why are you-
Tap tap. Tap tap.
You-
Tap.
Patton’s fingers drummed a random beat against Logan’s palm, taking over the tapping from the librarians own fingers. Logan watched them for a few seconds, focusing on the touch and the movements and his brain was now thinking of what rhythm the beat was in (Patton couldn’t keep it consistent for the life of him), how the muscles worked for that movement, the way Patton’s hand felt against Logan’s, the way he radiated a metaphorical warmth that filled him with a weird feeling inside. No longer were the thoughts of his insecurities that led them to this, there was only one thing running through his mind, and he wanted it to stay as long as possible.
“Do you want to stay the night at mine?”
Patton’s tapping stopped at Logan’s sudden outburst. He looked into Logan’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile as the fog that had led him astray earlier had lifted and allowed him to be free again.
“I’d love to.”
---
Logan and Patton were walking down the street towards Logan’s house, silence filling the space Logan had purposely left there. If Patton noticed, he didn’t say anything about it. But he obviously didn’t like the silence and so started speaking.
“I really adore your library! I wish we had something like it around downtown, but I don’t think that anyone could replicate the warm fuzzly feeling that your place gives!”
Logan was glad that the cold air was already turning his face red and he wouldn’t have to admit how the compliment hit him. “Thank you Patton. It is always good to hear people enjoy the atmosphere of the library.”
Patton grinned from ear to ear. “Of course! I mean, just today when I walked in I saw these two girls who were just absolutely laughing and gosh it was the sweetest thing!” He emphasised his point by bumping shoulders with Logan, who immediately jumped away from the contact and eyes blew up in fear. “Woah woah, I’m sor-”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for us to touch because I know that you had to do that a lot back at the library so I was trying to be extra careful and I was going to make it up to with dinner but I ruined it and and-”
“Logan.” The man being addressed looked up to see a face with a soft smile. “You don’t have to make anything up to me. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m a very affectionate person and I don’t mind contact. Plus, me helping you with what happened before was me being your friend. It doesn’t mean you have to make anything up to me.”
Logan’s racing heart started to slow down, but his thoughts were still running and he could feel himself drifting again. “Can… I don’t want to be like this…” he whispered to Patton who’s heart shattered.
“You’re ok Logan, I’ve got you.”
Logan felt someone grab his hands and it set his nerves alight. The soft voice that filled his ears warmed the fog away from his brain and slowly, he started to realise that his legs were taking him down the familiar path towards his house. He felt the warmth of Patton’s arm against his own through their jumpers and their hands holding each other close together which made his heart flutter strangely. His feet naturally stopped on their own when they got to his door, interrupting Patton’s voice that was filling the air when he was pulled off course. He looked up at Patton and got lost for a moment as he noticed how his eyes shone and gave out so much life behind the huge round glasses that complimented his filled out cheeks that were covered in constellations of freckles. He was about to start counting them when his ears caught on to the comforting sound of Patton speaking again.
“So, I guess we’re here?” He smiled, glancing at the door they stopped in front of.
Logan followed his lead and stared at the door for a moment. “Yeah, here we are…” Although he could feel some of the heaviness of his worries in his chest, they were nowhere to clear his mind. All he could think of was how the man in front of him made him feel safe and cared for and other things he did not know how to put into words that he had only felt with Roman. He suddenly dove into Patton’s shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around him. “Thank you,” he mumbled into the cardigan.
Patton instantly returned the embrace, leaning his head against Logan’s. “Of course, I’ve got you.”
Logan sighed in content and they stayed there for a few minutes until the cold started to slowly numb their fingers. He pulled away slowly and pulled out his keys to unlock his door. Before going in, he turned back to grab Patton’s hand, nerve electrifying again before leading him inside as the wind shut the door with a bit more force than necessary.
Warnings: None, pls let me know if I’ve missed out on any
Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but a somehow perfect match of friendship went their days peacefully in their small community until one day a new pair of brothers; Patton and Virgil moved into town and showed the owners a new way of life.
Logan woke up to his phone vibrating. He groaned, annoyed as he tried to think why someone would call him at any point, especially this early in the morning. It didn’t take him long to remember what happened yesterday and he never moved faster to answer his phone. “Roman?”
“Yea, it’s me nerd.” Even though the man in question laughed lightly, Logan could tell that it was forced.
“You don’t have to force anything with me Roman.”
It was silent for a few moments before Logan heard a sigh. “I’m feeling pretty rough man.”
“Do you want me to come over?”
“No it’s ok, I don’t want to be a bother-”
“I’m coming over, I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.”
“Wait-”
“I’ll see you soon Roman,” Logan didn’t let him try and argue and instead just hung up. He quickly threw a bag together of the stuff he would need for the day and got changed, making sure he grabbed his Roman self-care carrier before rushing out of the door. The wind nipped harshly at his nose and fingertips, but he just gritted his teeth together and carried on. His jacket was able to cut off the majority of the wind from attacking the rest of his body. Logan made it to Roman’s house in efficient time, wanting to avoid any unwanted company for the time of morning. He pulled out his keys and took out his copy of Roman’s key to use for occasions like this and unlocked his place to get inside. He shook off his jacket and laid it neatly on the couch before going to Roman’s room. He knocked on the door gently before opening it.
Roman sat up from the bed suddenly, his body visibly relaxing when he saw it was Logan at the door. “Oh, I didn’t think you would…”
“Now Roman, you know our plan for if something like this happens. Of course I was going to come over.” Logan tutted, coming to sit on the other side of Roman’s bed. “Now I brought over your care bag that’s full of the stuff we prepared-”
“Logan.”
“-so there’s face masks and cleansers and your favourite snacks-”
“Logan.”
“-oh and I hope you don’t mind but I found this Disney plushie in the store that I knew you would of wanted so I took the liberty of getting it for you and saving it for an occasion like this so you would have something nice and-”
“Hey Logan,” Roman took Logan’s hand gently into his own, finally getting his attention. “Thank you for that, really. But all I need right now… is you.”
Logan was silent for a few seconds, processing before smiling softly. “Of course.” He placed the bag down on the ground and took his shoes off before lying down in the bed. “Would you like a hug?”
At the offer, Roman instantly dived into Logan’s arms and rested against him. “Thank you,” he mumbled quietly as he settled in, eyes already fluttering shut again.
“Of course Roman, anything for you.”
---
Virgil walked into the library, head hung low and making a beeline towards his usual seat. His heart ached seeing the cafe shut, reminding him of the incident from yesterday. He honestly wanted to turn around and leave, but he needed to finish this assignment and he couldn’t do it anywhere else, so he just sat down in his seat instead and got stuck into it.
Virgil lost track of his surroundings and any sense of time as he worked hard on finishing these last bits of his assignment. That’s why he didn’t realise when Logan sat across from him, or didn’t hear Logan trying to grasp his attention. He only noticed Logan when he looked up for the first time in a few hours to find the time and jumped. “Jeez man, are you trying to kill me?”
“Sorry. I wanted to talk to you but I saw you seemed to be busy and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Virgil took a few deep breaths before looking back up. “It’s ok. What did you want to talk about?”
“Well, I assume you would like an update on how Roman is going.”
Virgil’s eyes widened and he leaned forward towards Logan. “Yes, that would be amazing. I've been so worried.”
“He is doing ok. He just needs a few days before he can come back to the scene of the incident but he is doing ok. He also is not going on his phone today as part of his mental health strategy, so that’s why he hasn’t texted you. However, he did want me to give you this.” Logan pulled a small note out of his pocket, which Virgil snatched a little bit too eagerly but he couldn’t care.
‘Dearest,
I would like to thank you for taking over my cafe yesterday. I cannot muster the words to explain how much that meant to me. I would like to make it up to you. Although I am unable to go out at this time, perhaps you would like to come over? I would like to see your face before I can venture out into the world again as it has already been far too long since I’ve seen it.
Yours truly’
Virgil was covering his mouth by the end of the note to hide his smile and blushing face. “Thank you,” he mumbled to Logan.
“No, thank you.”
Virgil looked up at Logan in confusion, but the man had already started walking away. So instead, he reread the note again, and then again… and again.
---
Roman was watching The Incredibles in bed, face mask on and his new (favourite) plushie in his arms. His attention was brought to his phone screen lighting up, and he smiled widely when he saw who it was from.
anxious-emo: hey
anxious-emo: i didnt want to text you yesterday because logan told me you weren’t gonna be on your phone
anxious-emo: so im texting you now cause I just finished my last class and im coming over with pizza :)
Roman squealed, quickly typing back a reply and bouncing out of bed to take off his face mask, completely missing the message asking him what type of pizza he wants.
Buzz.
~~~
so... I know I said last chapter I would try to get the next chapter out soon, but honestly my mental health declined and I wasn’t in a place to make good content. But I am doing much MUCH better, and especially with what’s going on in the world right now I wanna take the time to do something I enjoy and make content that people (hopefully still) enjoy. So to anyone still reading, I will be updating more regularly and writing again so get ready for that :)
Hello! I love your work! Especially your "Don't Judge a Book By its Cover"!! Aaaa so good! Do you mind adding me to your taglist? :3
Oh my gosh hi yes!! Of course I will do that! I'd like to apologize for such a late response! I had personal issues going on I had to take a break from the app. But I'm feeling much better and hopefully I should be able to write more again! Thank you for your kind message and I'll add you to the taglist :)
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