Virgil leaned back on the warm glass of the car as he took a sip of coke. Soft rays of twilight sun fell over his and Romans faces as they perched on the old car, sunlight illuminating the clouds of dust around them.
Roman fussed with the hem of his shirt, glancing down at the faded band logo. A cigarette hung lazily from the side of his mouth, smoke drifting around his face in a hazy cloud.
The warm sun dried the wet hair quickly as the pair gazed over the abandoned beach, with slowly cooling air.
As the deepest shades of the sunrise started to fade, it illuminated the cigarette smoke and dust that settled into their clothes, and reflected off the nearly empty glass bottles.
Virgil put a lazy arm around Roman and kissed him, tasting ash and minty gum.
If you’re actually interested in my writing, I could start a taglist?
Ship: Losleep
Characters: Remy, Logan, Deciet/Damien
TW: none
Words: 310
AO3 :https://archiveofourown.org/works/23554870
Logan was shuffling around in the cupboard, when his eyes caught a glimpse of the mug. “Dear?” He called out.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Who’s mug is this?” He- no, they now, held up the mug, emblazoned with the words World’s Best Parent.
Remy glanced up, read the mug, and grinned. “Mine.”
“Oh, and how do you know that?” Logan raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I’m best.”
“But it’s not saying world's best dad, so it must be mine, actually.”
“Please.” Remy pulled Logan into his lap. “You are a wonderful husband-”
“-Partner, right now.” Logan corrected quickly.
Remy ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, you’re a wonderful partner, but I am clearly the best parent. And them’s the facts.”
“And that's the facts, Remy. That's the facts. They aren't even facts, because I am the better parent by far.”
“Let’s just ask the actual child, dumbass.” Remy smirked. “Damien! We need your help settling an argument!”
The twelve-year-old wandered into the room. “Yeah, what’s up dad?” He said, not looking up from his phone.
“Who was this mug for?”
Damien glanced over his parents, letting his eyes settle on Logan. “Ren?”
Logan smirked. “So I win?”
He winced. “Actually, I bought that mug four years ago for dad. BUT,” Damien said quickly, “I got you that pack of pens with world’s best parent on them, so it all evens out.”
Remy stuck his tongue out at his partner, rather like a child. “See? My mug. Now go start the coffeemaker, you already need to go to the kitchen for your tea.”
Logan didn’t move.
“Please, babe?” Remy kissed them on the cheek.
“Fine.” Logan sighed. “But only if you say I’m better.”
Remy rolled his eyes. “You’re best, I love you so much, I want coffee.”
Logan blew their husband a kiss as they headed into the kitchen and sighed contentedly.
How about “Please don’t leave yet” involving Logan and Patton?
I assume you wanted angst, but surprise! My touch starved ass wrote some short logicality fluff instead.
Tired
Pairing: Logicality, could be read as platonic or romantic
Words: 170
TW: none
“I brought you dinner, Lo!” Patton popped his head into the logical sides room. “Since you were so busy, I thought this would be simpler.”
Logan nodded, barely looking up from his work. “Mmm.”
“Oh,” Patton reluctantly began to edge out of the room. “I guess I’ll go, then.” As he started to leave, Logan spoke softly.
“Patton?” He said wearily, “Please don’t go.”
Patton brightened. “Ok! You know, you should probably take a break, you’ve been at that for hours.” He held out his arms, and Logan slowly stood. “C’mon, let’s cuddle. You can work anytime.”
“And cuddles are a limited time only offer?” Logan said with a grin.
“No, but the sooner, the better.” Patton let Logan nuzzle into his chest tiredly, and ran his fingers through the others hair.
“Mmhm.” Logan breathed in, relaxing onto the moral side. He tucked his head under Patton's chin, and curled around him, trying to soak up heat.
Eventually, Logan drifted off, and Patton gave a gentle kiss to his temple.
Logan shuffled the strap of his bag as he moved back to make room for the strangers flooding on. It wasn't a particularly large elevator, and there were far too many people.
“Er, sorry.” Muttered the younger man next to him, brushing against Logan's shoulder. “It’s a little crowded in here.”
Logan stayed silent, zoned out. While he enjoyed his work, it was quite enjoyable to finally get a break, especially with all the overtime he’d been working on.
They hit a new floor, and a collection of workers poured out. Only five remained on the elevator. The doors shut, the elevator was moving,- And then it stopped.
General looks of confusion flitted across the passengers faces, one almost reminiscent of guilt.
The lights flickered, and went out.
“Ahh!”
“Calm down, dude, it’s not even that dark.” The young man next to Logan scoffed.
“That wasn't me! I’m not afraid of the dark like some child!” The one who’d screamed defended himself fiercely.
“Anyways, why did the elevator stop?”
One of Logan's coworkers sighed. “Hmm, not like the power is obviously out. There totally haven't been rough winds all day, with a ninety-seven percent chance of heavy rain, and high chances of a power outage occurring.”
Everyone in the elevator stared at him curiously.
“What? Not like I work here, and report the news.” He said sarcastically. “No sirree, not a chance.” He muttered.
Logan cleared his throat. “Declan is probably right. There are backup generators, but if they were knocked out, you can expect to be here for a few hours.”
“And how do you know me?”
“Our desks are nearby. You have a nameplate, though only your first name is on it.. I make an effort to recognize my coworkers, however, I don’t recognize any of you.”
“I work in graphic design. Nobody knows me, ‘cept for Dee.” The person next to Logan offered, giving Declan finger guns.
“And the rest of you?”
“I’m just here for an interview.” The man who’d screamed popped up in the conversation, running his fingers through his reddish hair. “My names Roman, and what about you, tall, dark, and handsome?”
“L-
“Remy.” An unfamiliar voice said. “You said tall dark and handsome, thats me. If I was taller. And didn’t have my hair dyed. Still, handsome. They/Them.” They took a slurp of their drink.
The redhead raised an eyebrow. “Well, I can’t argue that point. Do you work here, or what?”
“Nah,” They replied lazily. “Came to grab my husband Emile, and ran back up to grab his phone. Now I’m stuck with you, can’t text him, and we’ll miss our dinner reservation. How’s your day going?”
“Fantastic.” The person next to Logan smirked. “Even worse than yours, if you think that’s possible.”
“Oh?”
“If you’re expecting a story, stop.”
Remy grinned and held out a fist.
The person returned it. “Virgil. They/Them, too.”
After that, the group sat in awkward silence in the dark elevator.
Declan was the first to pull out his phone. “Shit! All the networks are out.”
Remy pulled out their phone. “Who did you need to call? I have data, unlike snake man.”
Declan nearly hissed, quickly stopping himself. “What on earth makes me a snake?
“The- Is that vitiligo?” When they received a nod, they continued talking. “Looks like scales. Therefore, snake man. Simple logic, babes.”
“That looks very pretty, you know.” Roman tried.
“You look like a pain in the ass.”
“It’s alright, you can compliment me.”
“You have wonderful eyes.”
“Oh, and I hate your pants,-”
Roman interrupted, dumbfounded. “What? Aren’t we doing compliments?”
“-Why don’t you take them off?”
“U- er,” Roman sputtered. “That’s a little forward for someone who’s supposed to be married, isn’t it?”
Remy raised an eyebrow. “Who says I can’t still flirt?”
“Averages of human behaviour offer up faithfulness as an important part of marriage, though some say that everything is open till there is a child in play.” Logan offered, trying to keep the amusing conversation going.
“Aww. Guess I can’t flirt anymore. Or what? How does that work?”
Logan frowned. “How does what work?”
“That faithfulness thing, or whatever. Does the kid in question have to exist yet?”
“Well, most people would say that there;s no buts about faithfulness as soon as a pregnancy is in play.”
Remy sighed. “Was hoping I had around eight months of flirting left. Just to make it clear, I can’t flirt with people meaninglessly, even though Emile doesn’t care?”
“Well, it comes into play when the end goal is to achieve something or there. If it’s merely an activity, that wouldn’t count as cheating. Though, most people would find it rude to flirt while you have an expecting partner.”
“So, I’m still allowed to flirt, but my husband can’t, even though it’s not his thing.”
Logan sighed. “What if we just ignored the topic of flirting. We should be out of here soon.”
And they were. Logan hung around long enough to see Roman try and succeed to get both Virgil and Declan’s numbers, and Declan disappear somewhere with Virgil.
He was there long enough to see Remy holding hands and talking to a pink haired man, whose face was etched with concern.
And then, finally , Logan got home, removed his prosthetic, and thought over the odd and strangely friendly experience he'd just been through. Checking his phone, he saw five friend requests, which he accepted, sparking what would grow to be five strong friendships.
79 and 83 idc what ship as long as it's Sanders sides
79: I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island
83: Enough with the sass!
I decided to go for classic prinxiety for this one, so here you are, anon:
Edit: Tumblr fucked up the formatting
Summary: Roman signed up for the survival course hoping to learn some fun skills. Instead, he got partnered with his worst enemy.
TW: non consensual kiss but it’s not forced or something, there was just no asking
"Virgil Parkins and Roman Prince.“ Roman sighed as the names were read out. Of course he go put with that annoying-as-fuck 2007 emo.
"Alright princey, lets get this stupid survival challenge over with.” Virgil grumbled.
Just minutes in, things were going badly. “I hope I never get stuck on a deserted island with you,” Virgil moaned. “You couldn’t light a fire to save your life!"
"Yeah, enough with the sass. I didn’t ask to get put with you.”
"Well, hurry up and light it. I can’t fail this stupid thing again, or my parents will make me do it again.“
Roman turned with a start. "How many times have you done this?”
"… Four.“ Virgil said quietly. "But, in my defense, I always get paired with the worst people!” He protested as Roman started to laugh. “Not like you’re any good at it. You don’t have space to make fun of me, I can at least start a fire!"
"Yeah, after four courses!”
"Ugh!“ Virgil tossed a handful of matches at Roman. "Why don’t you just light yourself on fire?”
Roman grinned. “Oh, but I can’t get hotter than this."
Before Roman had time to respond, Virgil had kissed him. "W-what the hell was that?!"
"You got the romance out of your system now, princey? Let’s actually get to work.”
Characters: Emma Perkins, Paul Matthews, Lex Foster
TW: death, getting shot is mentioned, swearing
Notes: My contribution to the spooky season, I guess? I promise it isn’t spooky as it sounds
Thanks to Ella on the saf discord for betaing this for me
And no, I haven’t seen nightmare Time ep 2, but I know theres paulkins, and I know it’s kinda weird
Smash! Emma’s head shot up when she heard the loud crash coming from the kitchen. She hurried over, and there was a pile of broken glass on the floor. The cup hadn’t been anywhere near the edge, so she wasn’t sure how it had fallen.
“Jeez, it’s like I’m being haunted.” Emma laughed. “Hey, whatever ghosts that’s breaking my shit, please stop, this isn’t cheap. I mean, it is cheap stuff, but that’s beside the point.” Emma bent over to pick up the larger shreds of glass. She put it on the counter, far back, but it somehow fell off. For a second Emma could have sworn it was floating, but nah. She believed in ghosts, but this was too far.
••
When Emma got home to see the fridge open, she started to wonder. So, considering she had nobody to talk her out of it, she headed to the Hatchetfield mall.
The short brunette shuffled through the shelves, searching for the dark purple box that would ease her mind. The strange happenings in her apartment were getting a bit too weird for her taste.
A teenager stumbled up to her, barely paying attention as she mumbled. “Hi are you getting everything alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Emma finally pulled out the box.
“A ouija board, huh?” The teen asked. “Summoning the dead?”
“Yeah.” Emma snapped.
“Jeez.” The teenager raised her hands up in defeat.
Emma stood up, clutching the box. This was stupid. There was no way she was haunted by some vengeful spirit, this was a waste of money.
“Hey, how obsessed with quality are you?”
“What?” The teenager was still standing there. She lifted her jacket to reveal a red toy zone vest. “Yeah, there’s one in the back, the box is all fucked up, but the boards useable. Want it?”
“Why are you offering me this? Are you going to try and say I stole, cause kid, I don’t have the energy to deal with that.”
The girl scoffed. “Are you a dick? If not, I won’t. So, want it or not?”
“Sure.” Emma peered at the girls nametag. “Lex.”
“Here.” Lex shoved the box into Emma’s hands. “I took the liberty of ripping off the barcode.”
“Well, thanks-.” She was leaving. Emma rushed out before she could be accused of stealing.
••
“Alright, twelve ninety nine piece of shit, do something for me.” Emma muttered, sipping her iced tea. “Mr. Ghost? Or Ms. Ghost, or Mx, I don’t care.”
Nothing happened.
“Wonderful. I’m not being haunted, case closed.” Emma stood up, and saw something shift in the corner of her eye.
H
Shit.
I
Ok that wasn’t something that actually happened. It was just a trick of the light, or something. Right? Emma took a deep breath. She had never had to prove ghosts existed before, but now was a good enough time, right?
“Hi.”
Hi
“So you are.. a ghost.”
Yeah
“You seem pretty casual about that. So you didn’t die a horrible death and are haunting the world as revenge?”
No
“Ok, final question, what’s your name?” Emma tightened, one thought repeating in her head over and over. Don’t be Jane, don’t be Jane-
Paul
Matthews
“Well, hi, Paul. Can you stop breaking my shit?”
Sorry was trying to get ur attention
“Well, you have it. Because I’m talking to a fucking ghost, I guess.Also bro, if this is some elaborate prank, I’ll kill you.”
Ur a little late to kill me
“So , how’d you die, then?”
Cliche shooting in clivesdale
Emma winced. “Oof, you died in clivesdsle? I’m sorry, bro. Or not? He/him?”
Yes
“Ok.”
Dying in clivesdale sucked ass
“I can imagine. Jeez, Clivesdale. You know, I’d always hoped I wouldn’t die in Hatchetfield, but wow. I would hate to die in Clivesdale.”
Why not die in hatchetfield
“I hate Hatchetfield. Grew up here, spent every second trying to get out. Went to Guatemala right after I graduated, backpacked around, had a lot of sex. I had a girlfriend for a bit, a boyfriend for a bit right before I came back, it was alright.” Emma sighed.
Why did u come back
“My sister. Jane. She had this perfect life plan, followed it to the letter. Except I don’t think dying so soon was in her Lisa Frank binder.”
Oh
Im sorry
“For a second I was scared she was haunting me, trying to ruin my life. It would definitely be fair. I never came back from Guatemala, igniting weddings, baby showers, birthdays. I’m quite the piece of shit.”
It’s ok emma
She knew u cared
“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that. Anyways, anything I can do to help you out? Stop you from annoying me?”
Ill stop if u get me a whiteboard
“That’s all?” She had been expecting something a little more ghostish. Eh. At least it was easy. “Nothing else? No dramatically burning your gravestone so you can pass over?” Emma said sarcastically.
How do u burn stone
I want to stay
“Well, it’s all right with me as long as you stop breaking my shit, ghostie boy.” Emma stood up, waving at the empty space by the ouija board. “Well, I’m headed to bed. I’ll get you a whiteboard, Paul.”
Thanks
“Don’t watch me sleep!”
••
Emma heard quiet whispering behind her as she left the store with some groceries and a whiteboard.
“Yeah, that’s the guy who always rushes me, and that lady, I gave her a ouija board the other day. Oh, that asshole took forever counting out individual coins for a fourth dollar toy the other day!”
She turned around to see the teenager (taller than her!) who had given her the free ouija board, and probably saved her a lot of money in glasses. Honestly, she could have bought plastic cups, but Emma had never claimed to have an abundance of common sense, and she hadn’t run out yet. The teenager, Lex? waved at her awkwardly, noticing Emma looking at her. There was another taller than her teen next to Lex, but this one was actually tall, and a small girl.
Emma waved back.
“Did you find any ghosts!?” Lex shouted needlessly, considering they weren’t that far away from each other. The teen turned to tall guy. “If I was a ghost, would you still date me?”
“Of course, ghosts are sexy.”
“I have plenty of ghosts following me around now, thanks for the board.” Emma said, walking away.
“Funky.”
••
Emma dropped her bag of groceries in her doorway, waving the whiteboard around. “Ghost Paul? Did I hallucinate you, cause I got your whiteboard.” She uncapped the pen and held it out, holding the board away from her.
Shaky lettering appeared on the whiteboard.
Thank u
“No problem, ghost boy.”
You're nice
“Sure.” Emma laughed.
Can I stay here?
“I guess you can keep.. haunting me. Cause that is already happening.”
Thanks
“So, what tv do you like? Wanna watch Netflix with me?”
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If you’re wondering, Emma’s next endeavour would be getting a ghost to pay rent. I hope you liked it! Either way, have a nice day/night!
