Detective Rogers has a lot of things on his mind that he can’t explain.
He’s great at zoning out. He’s not sure if it’s something he’s learnt to do with the job or if he’s just always been a patient man, but it certainly comes in handy at times like this.
There’s an irritating fellow in front of him doing his best to order the most complicated of drinks, possibly only to get the satisfaction of making the barista’s life a misery. He seems the type of arrogant man that would sue the poor lad for getting the wrong texture of foam on his drink but… he doesn’t want to assume.
He stands with his arms meeting neatly behind his back, a firm and upright stance that resembles something out of the military. He’s not sure if it was something taught at the academy or if it again is just something that came naturally to him over the years.
As the arse in front who’s most certainly suffering from ‘little man syndrome’ continues to dictate to the young barista, he finds his gaze wandering aimlessly around the establishment.
Light wood chairs with the barest hint of fabric on the seat to make them at least appear comfortable to sit on. Plain walls with a mixture of painted stripes in shades of cream and brown he’s sure have names like ‘cream tea’, ‘hazelnut’ and ‘mocha’.
The display cooler is a mix of bottled sodas and plastic wrapped sandwiches that look both unappetising and stone cold. He’s sure they’ve been sitting there a while.
His eyes then land on the glass display that acts half as the service counter. An array of sweet treats litter the glowing glass container. Walnut cake, brownies, apple tarts, iced buns.
This was suggested by the one and only @emovirgil !!!
They suggested 13 (“I hate you, but I think I hate myself more.”).
Warnings: Swearing, overall sadness, almost too much angst, A KISS. A SINGLE KISS. ONE. KISS. FREAK OUT GUYS IT SHOULD BE RATED ‘R’ NOW RIGHT? (Lol I’m just kidding…but there IS a kiss).
A/N: This is very angsty but becomes a lot happier in the end!!! So read this whole thing!!
Things were already tense between Virgil and Roman today because of their disagreement during the filming of another Sanders Sides video, but it got worse when everyone was in the mind palace.
Virgil was sitting on the floor with Patton, and they were just reading together. Virgil was reading Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, Patton was reading The Book of Lost Things.
Roman was on the couch, scrolling through Instagram on his phone while also writing in a notebook, and Logan was on the other side of the room reading a book about god knows what.
Virgil was completely indulged in his book when Roman threw a ball of paper at him.
“What the hell, Roman, leave me alone.” Virgil said angrily, throwing the paper ball back at him.
“What, are you going to tell me to stop trying again? Tell me I’m not good enough for Thomas?”
Virgil shrugged. “Sorry, but it’s true. You fall short. Just like you said. Sorry what I said wasn’t on the script for the video, but you have to stop trying to come up with ideas to get Thomas’s ex back. It’s over. He isn’t coming back. So stop trying. If it was meant to be, it would’ve already been fixed. But it isn’t. So it isn’t meant to be.”
Roman looked down, and tears pricked at his eyes. “But I have to think of these things. I’m Thomas’s creativity, I have to come up with ideas like this.”
“No, Roman, you don’t. You want to come up with these ideas because you can’t handle the fact that I’m right and you’re wrong.”
“What have I ever done to you to give you a reason to hate me so much?”
Virgil shrugged again. “You hated me first, honestly. So I just went along with it.”
“Well—that’s true. I hate you… but I think I hate myself more, really.”
Patton perked up at that statement and sighed sadly. “Now don’t say that, Roman. There’s no reason to hate yourself, kiddo.”
Roman shrugged and sighed deeply. “Maybe Virgil’s right… maybe I’m not enough..” he mumbled. Virgil felt a pang of guilt in his heart. He didn’t mean to hurt Roman—but maybe he was being too harsh. He wanted to apologize, but he didn’t know how.
“Roman—“ Virgil started, but the Prince interrupted. “I don’t need an empty apology from you, Virgil. Just—forget it, okay?” Roman’s voice cracked, and his eyes glossed over. He put his earbuds in, drowning out the world with Disney. Virgil looked to the rest of the Sides and felt his face turn red. Out of guilt? Embarrassment? The overwhelming desire to just kiss the damn Prince? He didn’t know which one—if not all three.
“Virgil…” Patton said quietly, “do something…”
“What the hell am I supposed to do, Patton? I can’t apologize, he won’t care what I have to say.” Virgil sighed. “I didn’t mean to hurt him…”
Patton came over to Virgil and put a hand on his shoulder. “Then tell him that. You were being harsh, but you didn’t mean it. So let him know.” Virgil shook his head and sighed. “He still wouldn’t listen, Patton. And even if he listened, I doubt he’d care.”
Logan, who had been so quiet throughout this whole thing, piped up. “Virgil, the chances of Roman ever actually hating you are infinitesimal.” Patton squealed and said excitedly, “YOU USED IT RIGHT!” Logan smiled, proud of himself, but continued. “Roman couldn’t ever truly hate you, is all I’m trying to say. Yes, he’s—” he paused, “…over-dramatic, to say the least. But, in the end, he’ll still always care.” Virgil stood up and sighed, mumbling a “fine” as he walked over to the couch. He sat down beside Roman, who was completely ignoring him. Virgil leaned over and pulled out one of Roman’s earbuds. Roman looked at him like he had just stabbed a puppy.
“What do you want?” Roman mumbled.
Virgil looked up for a minute, realizing what he was about to do. Roman looked at him in confusion, and before he could ask what he was doing, his lips were met with Virgil’s. It was only for a moment or two before Virgil pulled back, and looked down with a red face.
“I- I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, okay?” Virgil said, biting his lip in embarrassment.
Roman smiled softly and hugged Virgil.
“It’s okay.” Roman said. Virgil smiled, and Roman smiled back. “Oh, and uh,” Roman said, still smiling, “I love you.”
i said this already and alex’s post just reminded me but once again…………………….it would be so wonderful if yall made resources for literally any other black maleOTHER than reece king. i mean, seriously! there’s a ton of black men in this universe, give it a try! i promise, it WON’T kill you to not present yet another gif pack of reece king each time he updates his social media! he’s not the only black man on planet Earth! i repeat, there are other black men!!! try it sometime!!!!!!
well since PWR BTTM is cancelled. time to break out the good ol’ list of “”LGBT bands and artists you might have heard of but if you haven’t, definitely need to be listening to them””** my favs are gonna be bolded
The Cliks - if you haven’t heard Lucas cover ‘take me to church’ then go the fuck home. also, dirty king is a jam
LEIF - AMAZING gay rapper.
Angel Haze - they’re perfect
Ladyhawke - funky autistic lesbian synthpop
Eli Lieb - i honestly only listen to his lana covers BUT he does have some good original music lol
SÄLEN - gay as fuck synthpop
Spoonboy - Linus and Me is good. anything that’s punk w/ trumpets is A+ to me
Beth O’Reiley - gay as fuck and acoustic. does a lot of covers but her original songs are pretty great.
Radical Face - gay man, makes rly chill music. gives me death cab vibes. but gay
Dodie Clark - bi and a beautiful voice. her ‘teenage dream’ cover with tessa violet is v gay
Years And Years - funky gay beats and rly good vocals
Wasi - Gay synthpop and its fucking amazing
Mykki Blanco - Hip Hop/R&B and rly fucking good
MIKA - theatrical shit. a little too campy for me. but some ppl rly like him
Neon Trees - “songs i can’t listen to” is my favorite by them
Passion Pit - didn’t know the lead singer was gay until recently bc im lame. but i love their music
WoodKid - tbh idk how to describe woodkid. but he’s gay and makes good music
PVRIS - reminds me of troye sivan but lesbian and way more rock
Beatrice Eli - “girls” is the gayest song ive heard in a long time
Ria Mae - “clothes off” comes as a close second to the gayest song ive heard in a long time
Adore Delano - was on americna idol, became a drag queen, katy perry meets ke$ha but also gay
Courtney Act - was on australian idol as a drag queen, is actually genderqueer and a pretty good singer
Shura - chill vibe, late night car rides, kinda sad, kinda not. very lesbian
Pansy Division - gay greenday
Perfume Genius - my sad gay husband tbh
Tom Goss - a little bit country a little bit rock n’ roll. all gay
Mr. Twin Sister - ‘Blush’ makes me wanna kiss a boy in a smokey bar
Rostam - used to be apart of vampire weekend and his music had a lot of the same sound. (also check out vampire weekend lol)
the XX - a gay man and a lesbian make some sad tunes my dudes. the song “angels” took on a whole new meaning when i found out they were gay
Superfruit - The two gays from pentatonix have some good disco-style jams
**honourable mentions bc you’ve probably already heard of them: Sia, Debbia Harry/Blondie, Elton John, Freddie Mercury, Mary Lambert, Sam Smith, Troye Sivan, Frank Ocean, Hayley Kiyoko, Tegan and Sara, Todrick Hall, Willow Smith, Adam Lambert, The B-52s,
His eyes were narrowed in that way people do when they’re trying hard to appear casual, but it was obvious this story was anything but casual to him.
They were just such small hurts, you know?
A small part of Gansey suspected what hearing his own namereally meant. He knew it, probably, by the time his friends came to his car’s rescue an hour later. He knew it, probably, when the psychics at 300 Fox Way read a tarot card for him. He knew it, probably, when he retold the entire story to Roger Malory in person.