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Anniversary || T’Challa x Black!Reader (+18)

I stood in front of my full length mirror, gawking at myself. I carefully examined my red baby doll dress that hugged my curves, along with my matching red open-toe heels with a single strap wrapped around my ankle.

I decided to wear my hair in its natural curly state. T’Challa had notified me that he preferred my hair that way than it being flat ironed. So, I took that inconsideration, especially for tonight.

Tonight was T’Challa and I’s one year anniversary. Never in a million years I would’ve thought that I would end up dating and being madly in love with the King of Wakanda. But, I must say, it’s been the best year of my life.

T’Challa was everything a girl wanted in a man—loyal, caring, passionate, intelligent and charming. But even with all the romantic dates, flowers for no reason and countless gifts. There was something missing.

Sex. Although, T’Challa and I pleased each other orally, that wasn’t nearly enough for me.

T’Challa and I agreed on not having sex for a while when we first started dating, but I didn’t think I would have to wait a whole year for us to do the do.

I knew sex wasn’t everything but I have wants and needs, and I’m pretty sure T’Challa does too. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off, eventually I was going to make my move sooner or later.

And tonight might be the night.

I stared at my reflection for a few more seconds, making sure that I looked my best until I saw a figure standing in the doorway of my bedroom through the mirror, scaring the shit out of me.

”Wow… You look breathtaking, my love.”

”T’Challa!” I gasped loudly, clutching my chest as I turned around to face the man in the mirror. No pun intended. ”What I did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that?”

T’Challa dropped his head and laughed wholeheartedly while making his way from the doorway over to me. ”My apologies, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

I smirked as I looked up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. ”How long were you standing there?”

”Long enough,” T’Challa replied, wrapping his large hands around the small of my back. ”I missed you, my Queen.” 

A smile fell upon my lips. ”I missed you more, my King.”

T’Challa suddenly pressed his lips against mine as we got lost in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing around in each other’s mouths.

I could feel the wetness forming in between my thighs as T’Challa deepened the kiss, sliding a hand down my back to cup my ass causing me to let out a small moan into his mouth.

I knew he could feel that I was getting a little carried away and to my dismay, he abruptly broke our kiss. Leaving me high and dry. Well, wet, in this case.

“We should get going now.” T’Challa suggested sheepishly, grabbing onto my hand.

I gave him a nod and a small smile, grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers. “Right,”

T’Challa and I walked hand-in-hand out of my apartment and to the car as we headed to what I assumed to be a romantic dinner, escorted by no other than Okoye and Ayo.

The car ride to our destination was more relaxing than anything. T’Challa and I didn’t say a word to each other and we didn’t need to.

My head rested on his broad shoulder, our fingers intertwined as his thumb brushed back and forth against my hand.

We could sit in complete silence and it wouldn’t be awkward at all. That’s how comfortable we were with each other.

When we arrived, I noticed that the restaurant was completely empty. T’Challa had reserved the whole restaurant for just the two of us, this was one of the perks of dating a king.

As we walked into the dimly lit dining area, there were candles lit and there were flowers and rose petals everywhere. Along with soft sensual music playing in the background as we walked to the table, guided by Okoye and Ayo.

T’Challa stepped in front of me, puling my chair out as I adjusted my dress before taking my seat. ”Baby, you didn’t have to do all of this.”

”I know,” T’Challa joked as he walked around the table, seating himself across form me. ”But you are very much worth all of this.”

I scoffed playfully, scooting the chair and myself up closer to the table. ”Mhm, I better be.”

T’Challa let out a chuckle that made me melt inside as he gave Okoye and Ayo a dismissive nod, watching them as they left us be.

I slowly looked around the room, getting familiar with my surroundings then I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up to see T’Challa gazing at me with a smile on his face.

”What?” I giggled, gazing back at him.

”Your hair.” T’Challa grinned, folding his hands together on the table.

”Huh?” I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, reaching up to touch my curls. ”What’s wrong with it?”

”There’s nothing wrong with it, my love.” T’Challa laughed, shaking his head.      ”You are wearing it just the way I like it, you payed attention.” 

”You know..” I trailed off seductively, twisting a piece of my hair with my index finger. ”I’d do anything to please my King.”

”Is that so?”

”Mhm,”

For about an hour or so, T’Challa and I ate, drank, laughed and talked—enjoying every second of each other’s company.

At this point, I was more than tipsy off the alcoholic beverages we indulged in and T’Challa looked so good that I almost couldn’t contain myself. I could tell that he was pretty tipsy himself, I could see it in his eyes.

I was so busy drooling over him that I didn’t notice he was talking to me.

This alcohol and my hormones weren’t helping me at all. I wanted him so bad right now.

”Y/N?” T’Challa said, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts.

”Hmm, yeah?” I answered quickly, giving him my undivided attention.

”Are you alright?” T’Challa asked, curiosity in his eyes.

I laughed and nodded. ”Yes, sorry. I’m fine baby.”

T’Challa stared at me suspiciously for a few seconds before speaking again.  ”What were you thinking about?”

”Mm, nothing.” I said picking up my fork, digging into the desert that T’Challa and I ordered.

”No, it certainly is something.” T’Challa probed, raising his eyebrows. ”Whatever it was seemed to have your attention more than I.”

I sighed and placed the fork down on the plate before looking up at him. ”You want me to be honest with you?”

T’Challa nodded before picking up his glass, taking a sip of red wine.  ”Absolutely,”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was about to come out of my mouth.

”When are you going to fuck me?”

T’Challa practically choked on the wine, placing his glass back down on the table as he cleared his throat. ”I beg your pardon?”

I mentally cursed myself for even bringing it up, I should’ve just left it alone but now I had to explain myself.  

 ”Look T’Challa, we’ve been dating for year now and I know sex isn’t everything but I have needs, and I want you.” I admitted, looking down at my lap. ”I want you to make love to me, I need to feel all of you. I apologize if I’m coming off aggressively, it’s the alcohol.”

I was lying about the alcohol part, it was me.

The table was silent, way too silent. I know he was probably giving me a scolding glare right about now. 

Great.

I finally got the courage to look up from lap, and I thought T’Challa would be looking at me like I was crazy but to my surprise, he was staring at me with a sly smirk on his face. And there was a hint of lust in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.

”Come,” T’Challa demanded, pushing himself back in his seat as he patted his lap.

I placed myself down on his lap gently as he wrapped his hands around my waist tightly. We gazed in each other’s eyes momentarily and before I could say anything, he leaned up and smashed his lips into mine, catching me off guard.

I moaned softly into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, tasting the residue of wine on his lips. T’Challa slipped his tongue into my mouth while grabbing my thigh, turning me around in his lap so that I was straddling him.

That was wetness from earlier was making its way back.

T’Challa slid his hand up my thigh and up my short dress, his hand coming in contact with my wet core. I gasped at the feeling of his index and middle finger rubbing against my pussy through my black laced panties.

He interrupted our kiss as his lips came in contact with my neck, leaving soft kisses along my skin while he continued teasing my pussy.

”Mmm, T’Challa.” I breathed out, slowly grinding against his fingers. I felt his hard member poking at my thigh, turning me on even more.

I could feel T’Challa’s warm breath against my neck as he removed his hands from inside my dress, placing them on my ass before looking up at me and saying the magic words. 

 ”Let’s get out of here. Now.”

And that’s all I needed to hear. T’Challa and I damn near ran out of the restaurant just to get back to the limo. T’Challa notified me that we were staying at a hotel for the night, and I couldn’t wait to get there.

We finally made it to the limo and we were all over each other. 

”Tell him to roll up the partition.” I whispered in T’Challa’s ear as I rubbed his hard dick through his dress pants.

T’Challa sighed, his eyes shut while his head rested back on the seat.  ”Correct me if I am wrong, but I do recall myself being the king. I do not take demands.” he snickered.

I giggled at his slick comment, continuing to stroke his dick that was ready to burst out of his pants any given second. 

I am so glad Okoye and Ayo rode in separate cars.

I leaned forward, kissing on his earlobe and tugging it lightly with my teeth.  ”Well, if the king wants his dick sucked then he better tell that driver to roll up that partition.”

T’Challa’s eyes shot open as he leaned forward, whispering to the driver. The driver nodded his head then the partition started rolling up slowly.

I smirked in satisfaction. I watched T’Challa sit back in his seat as he began unbuckling his belt and pants. His dick sprang up out of his briefs as I sat there in awe, my mouth watering at the pre-cum oozing from his tip. 

 ”Well?” T’Challa stared at me with hooded eyes, taking his hard dick into his hand as he began stroking it to his liking. ”What are you waiting for?”

I didn’t waste any time getting on my knees. I pushed T’Challa hand aside as I slipped his dick into my mouth, getting a taste of the cum that was lingering on his tip.

I felt T’Challa place his hand on the back of my head as I bobbed my head up and down slowly against his hard length.

”That feels good right there.” T’Challa groaned softly, his fingers entangled deep in my curls. ”You’re doing so good, baby.”

”Mmm,” I moaned against his dick, loving the way he felt in my mouth while picking up the pace. I was determined to feel T’Challa’s cum slide down my throat.

I pushed T’Challa’s shaft as far back into my mouth as I could, wrapping my lips around it tightly while bobbing my head at a faster pace. 

T’Challa grabbed a hand full of my curls as he began thrusting into my mouth, fucking my throat relentlessly causing me to gag and drool onto his dick. 

He had no idea how much that turned me on, I loved when he took charge and got aggressive with me.

I reached down and slipped my hand into my panties as I began rubbing my clit quickly, matching with his thrusts as he continued fucking my throat with no mercy.

I could tell his dick twitched in my mouth, letting me know that he was about to come soon.

”Ahh, yes..” T’Challa moaned, yanking my head up by my hair causing his dick to pop out of my mouth.

I whimpered and glanced up at him in utter confusion. He grabbed my hand, pulling me onto his lap as I straddled him, sitting on top of his dick. 

”I love you,” T’Challa whispered before placing a sweet kiss on my lips, tasting himself.

I smiled brightly and looked down at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. The tip of his dick brushing against my pussy through the thin fabric. ”I love you more.”

T’Challa looked up at me, grin on his face as he reached down and pulled up my dress, exposing my lower region.

T’Challa eagerly slid my laced panties to the side, teasing my clit slowly with two of his fingers. I moaned in anticipation, excited for what was about to happen next.

”So wet for me.” T’Challa muttered, holding me up by my thighs as I hovered over his dick.

”I want you,” I whined desperately as I began grinding against his tip, causing him to let out a small groan.

T’Challa gazed up into my eyes. ”Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nodded, giving him a reassuring look. ”Yes, I’m very sure.”

T’Challa gave me a small smile, aligning his dick with my warm entrance. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and I began sliding down his shaft with ease. 

”Oh my God,” I cried out in pain and pleasure as T’Challa’s size filled my pussy inch by inch until his dick was completely inside of me. 

”Shit,” T’Challa grunted through clenched teeth, holding onto my waist as he began moving me up and down on his dick, giving me a bit of time to adjust to his size. 

When I got adjusted to his size, I slowly started bouncing up and down on his dick at a steady pace that was comfortable for me.

T’Challa grew impatient and gripped onto my waist tightly as he began slamming me up and down on my dick quickly, removing his hands from my waist and slapping them against my ass hard.  ”Fucking. Move.”

”Oh baby, fuck.” I screamed out, digging my nails into T’Challa’s shoulders as he continued lifting me up and slamming me down on his hard dick, swiftly slapping my ass in the process.

”You like the way my cock feels in that tight little pussy, don’t you?” T’Challa growled, slapping my ass once more while bouncing me on his dick.

I couldn’t even give him a coherent answer right now. All I could do was moan and cry enjoying every moment of T’Challa fucking the shit out of me.

”Answer me when I speak to you.” T’Challa grunted as my walls began tightening around his dick. ”Tell me how much you love me fucking you.”

”I love it so much!” I shouted. ”T’Challa, I’m so close.”

The sounds of our moans and groans filled the air, along with the sounds of our skin clapping together every time my ass came down on his lap.

Poor Driver.

Suddenly, the limo stopped abruptly. T’Challa pulled his dick out of me as I fell against his chest breathlessly. ”What are you doing?”

T’Challa smirked up at me as he pushed his dick back into his briefs, pulling up his pants. 

”We’re here,” T’Challa said, referring to the hotel. 

He slowly picked me up and placed me on the seat as the car door opened.

”And do not think for one second that I am done with you.”

And with that, T’Challa got out of the limo, leaving me as I tried catching my breath.

I sat there out of breath, wondering what the hell I got myself into.

A/N: I know I said I was going to post this last night but I was too tired to edit it or even push that post button. But here it is! I hope you all enjoy it. If there’s any typos than I’m sorry. And don’t worry there’s going to be a part 2. ;) It should be up some time next week.

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How to Apologise to Harry Potter in 10 Days

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2fBH0cb

by QueenofThyme

Draco Malfoy decides to apologise to Harry Potter, but finds himself falling into old familiar patterns instead. All he needs to do is say two little words. Why is it so hard?

Words: 5539, Chapters: ¼, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Auror Harry Potter, Post Hogwarts, Drarry

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💯👏🏼 #grsvityfalls

There’s something wrong with that bubble though. When Bill first makes it, Mabel is surrounded in a flawless, perfect prison but he wraps it in chains. 

You don’t create a cage and wrap it in chains to keep things out, you do it to keep things in.

Not only that though, it looks like the bubble is cracking and Bill has added more chains as well as put the bubble where he can see it from the pyramid.

The purple is all Bill’s bubble but the pink glow is coming from Mabel in that first picture. So why are there cracks? Why are the lines so jagged now?

And why are Bill’s friends so afraid of someone messing with it?

8-Ball knows her by name. They call her “Mabel”, not shooting star, not that “kid” but Mabel even though the shooting star is stamped across the front so the whole world can see. 

They’re worried about Dipper (who they do call “Pine Tree”) messing with “her bubble”.

Gideon is tasked to protect it and Bill has so much faith that Gideon’s obsession with Mabel will never turn his “warden” against him (another bit of evidence of how human emotions will be Bill’s downfall).

The people of Gravity Falls can see it from their town and Mabel is displayed like a trophy. Villains only do this to their greatest adversaries but Bill doesn’t care about Dipper. 8-Ball and Teeth are told they can eat him.

The Shooting Star even looks like it’s been patched together by something, but why? Why does the bubble look like it’s breaking?

What if the chains are the only thing keeping the bubble together? What if something from the inside is trying to break free and the bubble is expanding and cracking like something about to burst because of that?

Mabel’s imagination is infinite. There’s nothing on the planet that contain it. 

Not even Bill.

And, by the way he’s acting, she’s his worst nightmare. 

“elegance.” • t’challa

prompt ↬ first date with crush!t’challa with a few mishaps.

warnings ↬ fluff, first date troubles lol, shy baby t’challa

(sorry but he is the prettiest man i’ve ever seen in my fucking life)

Who knew that a whole King would be so nervous in picking up his crush from her doorstep for a date?

T’Challa’s hands shake a little as he holds the stems of your favorite flowers in his hands. He’s so excited, but also very scared to see you. He was taking you out to a restaurant tonight, one that was saved just for the two of you near his kingdom. But he was so, so nervous.

His crush on you was huge. At first, it was just infatuation when you two had met. He found you interesting and a good friend to talk to when his duties just got to be too much or too overbearing. But then it descended into him realizing how lovely you actually were.

You were like the sun to him, radiating warmth and attracting people wherever you went. He always found himself smiling wide whenever he was around you, admiring you secretly and looking away with sweaty palms when you looked his way. He thought it was silly, that he had a crush like that and he never heard the end of it from Shuri.

“A crush?! My dear brother, you are far too old for crushes.” she shook her head as she walked around him in her lab, but she wasn’t blaming him. You were an amazing spirit to be around.

“I am not that old.” he smiled in amusement, knowing you would’ve probably said the same thing. “Do you know… that phrase that Westerners say when they have… crushes?”

“Like, she gives you butterflies in your stomach?!” Shuri shouted, running close to her brother to tickle him, teasing him more with his endless shouts. But it was true—that was exactly how you made him feel.

Breathing in and out to calm himself down, the King’s heart stops when you open the door, revealing your beauty to him. Both of you are matching—you in a black dress that looks sensual against your brown skin, the diamonds that it’s encrusted in only bringing out your figure that much more.

“You look… b-beautiful.” he breathes out, cursing himself for stuttering, watching as you smile widely and shake your head.

“Not as beautiful as you, my King~” you grin, reaching over to grab your mini handbag from your desk, closing the door. It is only then that you notice the flowers in his hand, looking up at him with bright eyes.

“T’Challaaaa,” you drag out, quickly opening back up the door to place the flowers down. “I told you not to get all lovey dovey with it!”

“I could not help myself.” he smiles down at you, a hand on the small of your back as he leads you down to the limo he’s parked in front of your residence. You give no thought to it until you actually look.

“Oh my god, T’Challa!” you shout, feeling yourself get flustered as you smack the side of his arm with your handbag. “I’m going to kill you.”

He knows that you secretly love how romantic he’s being, and he loves how humble you are getting in the way of it. You’re truly a gem.

You both shuffle into the backseat, the door closing behind you and there’s a few seconds before the limo starts to move. He looks towards you under the dim light, watching the way your eyes scan everything around you.

“Do you like it?” he asks, watching your head snap to him and almost melting at the smile that spreads across your face.

“It’s gorgeous,” you tell him, scooting a little closer and he basks in how good you smell. “I wasn’t expecting a limo. Are you trying to woo me?”

“Maybe.” he teases, sucking in a breath when your hand rests on his knee. T’Challa, for the love of everything holy, do not get a boner. Do not.

“It’s definitely working so far.” you laugh, your hand curling in on top of his knee and he widens his eyes as he goes rigid. He is a grown man. He should not be getting boners over you touching his damn knee.

It’s silent for the rest of the ride, when you leaning up against him like you always do. But the fact that you’re in such a pretty dress and you smell so good and your hand is still on his knee is what makes it very hard to concentrate.

When you arrive at the restaurant, he gets out first, holding out his hand to help you out of the car. You’re nowhere near graceful, almost toppling over because of your heels and he laughs as he helps you stand up straight, hoping he doesn’t do the same and actually fall in front of you.

You two walk right into the restaurant and you look up at him, a little confused that he didn’t stop. He leads you straight to a table in the middle, set up so exquisitely that your jaw drops as soon as you see it.

He leaves you to pull out the chair, accidentally grabbing some of the table cloth with it. Your plate and silverware topple to the ground and he curses under his breath as he quickly leans down to pick them up, looking around for a waiter to give you new dishes. His clumsiness is cute, though, and you take your seat, reaching out to pat his hand.

“Why is no one else here?” you ask once he’s sat down and calmed down, an employee quickly coming by to grant you new silverware.

“I reserved the restaurant for us,” he smiles, watching as your eyes narrow into slits. “I did not want anyone to distract us!”

You shake your head, but you truly appreciate it. At the same time, you were depending on other people’s chatter to calm your nerves… guess you’ll just have to deal with it.

“Do you want wine?” he asks as both of your eyes scan over the menu and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, my King?”

He widens his eyes, holding his hands up in defense because that definitely was not his intention. “O-Of course not! Why would I do that?!”

You laugh, closing the menu before nodding at his question. “I’m joking~give me the best wine they’ve got.”

A waiter comes to take your orders and bring out a bottle of wine, leaving you two afterwards. He pours his glass full, then stands up to head over to you, almost tripping over the long table cloth.

“Jesus,” he murmurs under his breath, unaware of how much his hands are shaking when he goes to pour your drink. The tip of the bottle brushes the tip of your glass, knocking it over, sending the wine leaking off the table and into your lap.

His eyes widen as he sets down the bottle and quickly grabs a bunch of napkins, leaning down to wipe the wine out of your lap. He’s close, and you let out a squeak when his head brushes right up against your breasts. He looks towards you in worry but the only thing he sees is your chest, hugged by the material of the black dress you’re hugging. His mouth goes dry and he quickly looks back down to wipe up all of the wine, almost running back to his seat.

“I am terribly s-sorry,” he flushes, hands slightly balled into gusts underneath the table as he feels blood rush down to his crotch. God dammit.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile, seemingly unaffected by everything. “Did you like what you saw?~”

He looks down, shaking his head as he tries to delete the images of your chest so close to his face. “You’re t-too much, Y/N.”

You laugh and finally, the food arrives at your table. You’re hungrier than ever so you waste no time in digging into your food, and he hurries to do the same.

The food is burning hot and he hisses as he spits it back out, raising his glass to gulp down the wine. He hears nothing from you and glances, only to realize you’re laughing at the fact that the food he spat out landed right near your plate.

“I’m sorry!” he apologizes, leaning over the table to flick the food away and only cringes at the sauce rubs against his tuxedo. Jesus Christ, T’Challa, get it together!

“Don’t worry about it.” you smile, flicking the food away yourself as you get back to eating. He huffs out in relief, plopping back down in his seat, wiping the sauce off of his suit only to spread it further. You raise your brows again, letting out a giggle. “You dab, babe. Not wipe.”

“I knew that.” he grumbles and you two finish your food with more talking and more teasing. He still feels horrible, like the whole date had been failed. Ruining both of your clothes, spitting out food next to your plate, almost shoving his face in between your breasts… it hangs on his shoulders for the rest of the evening.

“I really… truly apologize for how immature I was acting tonight,” he says when you two arrive back at your home, you standing near your door as he looks down at his shoes. “You just… made me very nervous and I-“

He’s cut off when your fingers grip his chin and tilt his head back up, your lips pressing against his in a short kiss. His knees go weak.

“I would love to go on another date with you, T’Challa,” you smile, sliding your hand down his arm to grab his hand. Damn you and your flirting. “I had a lot of fun. Maybe you should drop the whole ‘King’ act for the next date, I’m sure you’ll feel better.”

He’s speechless as you turn enter your house, but not before giving him one last, full kiss. He’s left staring at your door, amazed by the fact that you wanted another date with him—there was no question to it.

Maybe he would drop the King act for a while.

As an adult, I relate to all of this so much! :P And now I will go curl up into a ball and order a pizza… 

(from “WAY TOO ADULT | Thomas Sanders”)

sanders sides college au where roman, patton, and logan start a podcast thats just them chatting because they thought it would be fun, but it doesn't really do well, and then for like the 6th episode patton says they should have a guest on to spice things up but the only person who agrees to do it is remus, who drags in his two friends dee and virgil.

obviously the whole thing turns into arguments between roman, logan, virgil, and dee and remus just annoying the shit out of everybody, and just remus, dee, and virgil being their own chaotic selves and immediately the podcast goes VIRAL

so in order to make the podcast work they have to keep making the three people they don't like come on their podcast, and its just chaotic and funny as fuck.

they eventually become friends (most of the time) and because of popular demand, they make a youtube channel and do small vlogs aswell.

they're just as amazing as everybody hoped.

the videos usually consist of remus dragging deceit along to do dumb shit while patton tries to stop them because somebody could get hurt, virgil hitting people with books at LEAST twice a video, logan watching everybody with complete shame and making a habit of looking into the camera like on the office (deceit does the same but instead of the camera he just gazes wistfully into the distance wishing he were somewhere else), roman shoving the camera into remus arms while he and virgil argue (and remus definitely would focus the camera on something really stupid, like deceit somehow managing to catch a pigeon and stroking it, while you can just hear the arguing in the backround), remus getting logan to spout of facts about deaths around campus to freak virgil out, roman being a dramatic little shit, logan having to walk away from them to just... regroup..., and patton trying to act all happy but you can SEE the pain in his eyes as in the backround roman and remus get into a full on physical fight over what sort of beetle they just saw.

one time they had to pick virgil up from somewhere and when they could see him turned away and chatting to somebody else roman made everybody stop, before he whispered to the camera 'watch this' and bolted in his direction. he runs up to him planning to barrel him over but the second he gets close virgil just side steps and continues talking. roman crashes into a wall. the next part of the video is roman sat on a hospital bed with his arm in a cast with remus on the floor laughing while virgil stares him in the eye and just says 'you're a fucking idiot'

and at least once remus tries to annoy roman while they're standing by a lake and without hesitating roman just,, shoves him in.

deceit and virgil burst out laughing, patton panicks and trys to get him out as quick as possible, roman stands there all smug like, and logan, whos holding the camera, just puts it down on the ground and then you can see him walk up to the nearest person, ask if they have a car, and then ask them if they could be so kind as to run him over.

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its december third and i just gotta ask all of you one question