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And this is on Valentines Day in the time line of of this story

word count - 4156

TRIGGER WARNINGS - some homophobia, implied sex/blowjobs

Remy POV
"Are ya done yet babes?"  I called, taping on Emile's bedroom door.

"Almost!"  He yelled back with a laugh. 

I couldn't help but laugh a little bit too.  I looked down at what I was wearing, running a hand through my hair again. 

Black skinny jeans, a new white T-shirt, my leather jacket.  A little eyeliner and contour.  And of course, some bright red lipstick.  My sunglasses were hanging from the pocket in my jacket.  I wore my nice heels, the ones Emile got me for Christmas.

"I'm ready Remy,"  Emile said in a teasing manner from the other side of the door.

"Show me baby boy,"  I teased, leaning back against the wall. 

Emile opened the door and smile up at me.  My heart filled with pure love the second I saw him.  He was wearing a pair of skinny white jeans, a flowy pink top and a long coffee brown cardigan.  White doc martins on his feet. 

"Did I mention I fucking love you,"  I told him. 

Emile laughed at that and brought his hand up to hide his blush.  I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him up for a kiss. 

"Love you too Rem,"  He said with a smile. 

We kissed again which then led to a little make out session.  My horny ass wanted to shove Emile against the wall and wreck him right then and there.

But that'll have to wait.  The best I could do for now was kiss his neck and leave some of my lipstick there.  Eventually I pulled away and booped him on the nose.  Emile laughed and shoved me away gently. 

"Okay, I gotta go to the bathroom,"  I told him.  "So wait downstairs for me."

"Seriously?"  He pouted.  "You could've gone while I was getting ready."

"Oh my god,"  I sighed and picked him up.  "Wait downstairs for me."  I put him down on the top step.

"You're so weird,"  Emile laughed, shaking his head in a loving manner. 

"Ya love me babes,"  I teased, turning on my heel and walking away.  I heard a faint 'I do' from Emile and I couldn't help but smile.

But instead of going to the bathroom, I walked into the guest bedroom.  I grabbed a three bags from underneath the bed and then headed to Emile's room.

I'm thankful Emile keeps his room extremely tidy or this wouldn't look as romantic.  I set the box of chocolates and love letter on his bed.  I pulled the flowers out of their bag and put them in the vase I grabbed from the kitchen.  Then I put the vase on his desk.  Large red and pink roses, carnations, lilies, and tulips. 

Then I surrounded the flowers with fake candles.  I added more across the room and switch the on.  I turned the light off to see what they looked like.  They gave off a good sexy mood. 

In the last bag was a bunch of fake rose petals.  I scattered them in a makeshift trail from the door to his bed.  Then I dumped the rest on the bed. 

Once I was done, I quickly left.  I ran to the bathroom and flushed the toilet once so that Emile wouldn't be suspicious.  I thanked Emile's parents silently for spending Valentines Day weekends up at their lake house.

Emile was waiting at the door for me.  I smiled and practically ran down the stairs to him.  I pulled him in for another kiss.  My smile turned to a smirk as I noticed the red imprint of my lipstick on his neck.

We slipped our hands together and headed out to Emile's car.  He says that it's too dangerous to ride a motorcycle in the snow. 

I opened the passenger door for Emile before running over to the drivers seat.  I started the car and held one of my hands out for Emile to hold.

We gossiped and talked the entire time to Olive Garden.  I told Emile I could do better in the city but he said Olive Garden is good enough.  He doesn't like me spending so much money on him.

It took me forever to find a parking place once we got there.  This place was packed.  I'm so glad I made reservations. 

Once we found a parking spot, we headed up to the front door.  I almost started cussing someone at for almost hitting us with their car.  This parking lot is a mess.

It was even more chaotic on the inside.  Tons of couples sitting and standing around the waiting area. 

I pushed my way through the crowd, holding tightly to Emile.  The last thing I need tonight is some homophobic bitch getting between us and yelling at us. 

I'm hoping we don't get that bitchy waitress we got at Emile's birthday. 

"Reservations for Picani at eight pm,"  I said to the exhausted looking hostess.  She scrolled through the laptop in front of her before smiling and grabbed two menus. 

She led us to a two person corner booth next to a window.  We both said thanks to her and she smile brightly at us and then I noticed the pride fingernail polish she was wearing. 

"This place is crazy,"  Emile laughed, looking around. 

"Thank fucking god I made reservations,"  I sighed, pulling my sunglasses off. 

"Watch your language,"  He told me.  "We're in public."

I was about to cuss in response when our waitress arrived.  I looked up and we made eye contact.  Instantly we both sighed angrily. 

"What do you want?"  She asked angrily, pulling out her notebook.  The same damn waitress. 

"Diet Coke,"  I told her, glaring her way the entire time. 

"Water,"  Emile added. 

With a huff, she turned around and stalked away.  Emile instantly gave me a look and slipped his hand into mine.

"Please don't make a scene,"  He pleaded.  "Just ignore her."

"Fine,"  I grumbled.  "Only for you Emi."

Emile blushed at the nickname.  Dinner passed by easily besides the blatant passive aggression between the waitress and I that Emile decided to ignore.  My favorite one was where I would flirt with Emile or pull him in for a kiss in front of her.

Soon we were walking out of the restaurant hand in hand.  Emile was carrying the box of leftovers. 

"See, that wasn't too bad,"  Emile said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. 

"I still don't like her,"  I grumbled. 

"Understandable,"  He sighed with a shrug. 

"You know I don't like it when people regard us with blatant hostility just because we do this,"  I said before pulling Emile in for a kiss.

"I know,"  Emile breathed.  "But let's forget about it for tonight."

"Of course baby,"  I mumbled, kissing him again. 

We got back into the car and drove home.  Still holding hands the entire time.  I kept rubbing my fingers over his knuckles. 

My heart was pounding once we pulled into his driveway.  I really hope that Emile doesn't mind what I planned upstairs. 

Once we were inside, Emile placed a hand to my chest and stopped me.  He smiled sweetly up at me before running to the kitchen.

Emile returned with a box of something and a card.  A small bundle of roses laid on top of it.  He was smiling as he handed it to me.

"Aww babes you didn't have to get me anything,"  I told him with a smile.  I pulled off my sunglasses and put them on the top of his head. 

"I bed to differ,"  He said with a smile.  I just laughed at his adorableness.

I held the box and roses in one hand and read the note in my other hand.  It was a generic card but inside Emile had written a beautiful love letter. 

"I love you so much Emile,"  I told him, his letter almost putting me to tears. 

"Aww Remy,"  He cooed, placing his hands on my cheeks.  "Don't cry."

"I just love you so much,"  I said, my voice cracking. 

Emile burst into laughter at that.  I got revenge by grabbing him and tickling him mercilessly.  I had to hold one of my hands away to keep my presents from getting squashed.

When we finally stopped, I opened the red box.  There was a Starbucks gift card tapped to the top and a bunch of fancy chocolates.

"Open your mouth,"  I told him, picking up a chocolate. 

Emile laughed and gave me a confused look before opening his mouth.  I placed the chocolate in his mouth before putting another one in my mouth.

"That ones milk chocolate with a caramel and hazelnut."  I told him.

"It's really good,"  Emile giggled. 

"Okay, my presents for you are upstairs,"  I told him. 

I led the way upstairs, one hand holding Emile's hand and the other holding my presents. 

I let Emile open his bedroom door.  He looked at me confusedly again before pushing it open.  He gasped when he turned the light on.

Smirking, I leaned against the doorframe.  Emile turned back to me with a knowing smirk before walking to the present on the bed.

He read the letter with a happy smile and opened the box of chocolates.  Cliche but I know Emile loves chocolate. 

"The flowers are pretty,"  He commented. 

"Know what else is pretty?"  I asked, pushing Emile back towards the bed. 

"You,"  Emile teased, making me blush.

"Dammit Emile,"  I said.  "I can't handle compliments like that."

"I know,"  He laughed, working off my leather jacket.  Then he pulled off my shirt, trying to not get my makeup on it. 

But when I moved to pull of his cardigan he stopped me.  Emile pushed me up and then sat me on the bed. 

"I have one more present for you,"  He told me with a smirk. 

I just nodded.  Emile went over to his closet before disappearing inside it again.  My mind instantly went to gay jokes about being in the closet. 

While he was gone, I turned all the candles on and then flicked the lights off.  I cleared all our presents to his desk before sitting back down. 

But then Emile walked back out of the closet in white lingerie.  He was blushing a pretty shade of pink.  I trialed my eyes over the pretty lace and his curves.

"Fucking hell Emile,"  I breathed, flopping backwards onto the bed. 

However I quickly shot back up when he dropped to his knees in front of me and started undoing my belt. 

I helped his along and once he was done giving me a blowjob, I quickly pushed him down onto the bed. 

"Love you Emile,"  I breathed.

"Love you too Remy,"  He whispered back. 

~•~

Logan POV
"Please tell me,"  Patton begged me for probably the fifth time. 

"I'm afraid I can't spoil the surprise for you,"  I told him yet again. 

"I don't like waiting,"  He whined.  Then he gave me puppy dog eyes.  "Please."

"As much as I give into you, this is not one of those times,"  I told him with a smile.

"But dinner will be forever and I don't want to wait,"  Patton complained. 

He sighed and dropped the conversation.  I took the silence to just think for a bit.  Patton decided that he wanted to go to a fancy Italian restaurant in the city. 

Patton was wearing a pair of white jeans and a baby blue sweater.  Blue converse and a few bracelets on his write.  One of the flowers I bought him was sticking out from where he had tucked it behind his ear.  A forget me not.

My thoughts instantly flew to the present he got me.  He got me a nice watch that had a beautiful silver and blue clock face with a constellation background.  He had out initials engraved on the back.  

I had bought Patton something similar.  A necklace with two charms.  A book and a cookie.  The backs of each charm had our respective initials on them. 

Otherwise I was wearing black pants, a dark blue button up shirt and a black tie.  I had the sleeves rolled up a bit to expose my forearms.  I noticed Patton looking every now and then.

"Here's your food,"  The waiter said, finally returning with our meals. 

Patton instantly dug in, clearly hungry.  I took my time and tried to not rush too much despite how excited I was getting for tonight.

When we finished, I had to pay discreetly so that Patton wouldn't try to pay.  Patton was bouncing at my side excitedly as we left

I led the way back outside to the car.  He kept asking me what the surprise was but I still refused to tell him.

"Please please please please,"  Patton begged the entire drive there.

"You're so impatient,"  I said with a laugh.  "It's adorable."

"You love me,"  He teased, pressing a kiss to my hand. 

"I do love you very much,"  I told him.  Patton smile brightly at that.  It made me happy to see him happy. 

It didn't like driving this truck.  I had to borrow it from Roman considering how rich his family is.  Mine is too but we don't own any trucks. 

Eventually we pulled into the driving trail that led into the woods.  A scenic route for lazy people to drive through the woods. 

After a while, I pulled into one of the small pull offs and parked the car.  We were in an open field now.

"We're here,"  I told Patton, hopping out of the car.  Patton gave me a confused look but hopped out of the car.  I grabbed a box of chocolates that I had stuffed under the seat.

He followed me to the back of the car.  I pulled the top off the back of the truck.  There was a ton of blankets and pillows inside.  Including a little beat plushie.

Patton squealed happily and pulled me in for a tight hug.  I set the box of chocolates on the blanket and wrapped my arms tightly around him. 

"Is stargazing an okay date?"  I asked him.

"This is amazing Logie,"  Patton told me with a huge smile and a kiss. 

Then he quickly hopped up into the pile of blankets.  I followed Patton, handing him the box of chocolates. 

We laid down after making a good pile of pillows to rest our heads on.  I sat the chocolates between us.

Slowly we ate all the chocolates.  They were very good.  Hersey kisses are good but they're nothing compared to kisses from Patton.

We laid there for hours. I pointed out many stars and constellations to Patton. He liked the constellations the most.

"Sirius is the name for the star Alpha Canis Majoris.  It's the brightest star in the universe,"  I explained, pointing at it.  "You're my brightest star."

"Aww that's so sweet Logie," Patton squealed, nuzzling into my neck. I smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I love you Patton," I told him.

"Love you more," He countered with a little smirk.

"Impossible," I said. "The chances of you possibly loving me more then I love you are infinitesimal."

"You actually used the wire correctly," Patton teased with a laugh.

"You make one mistake!" I yelled angrily. "And this is what happens."

"It's adorable," He laughed, pressing a kiss to my cheek while I pouted.

"I love you," Patton said. I turned and gave him a big kiss.

"I love you too," I told him.

~•~

Damien POV
"Come back here you little shit!" I yelled jokingly, chasing after Quinn.

Quinn stuck his tongue out at me while running away with the bag of chocolate chips. Evan stayed were he was sitting on the island and laughed at us.

We ran out the island multiple times until I caught him. I quickly scooped Quinn into my arms and held him so that Evan could grab the bags.

Then I sat Quinn down. He was breathing heavily but smiling brightly. He leaned against the island.

"I think I shouldn't have run around after eating so much," He mumbled with a laugh.

"Then don't steal the chocolate chips that we need for the cookies," Evan accused.

"I just want chocolate," Quinn pouted.

"There's some right there on the table," I said while pointing to the boxes of chocolates.

"Too far," He whined while flopping back onto the counter.

I just sighed and walked over to the table. I grabbed the box of chocolates and fed him one. He then pulled him in for a kiss.

"Hey I want kisses too," Evan demanded while making grabby hands at us.

I pulled Quinn over to him with me. I let them start making out while I kissed at Evan's neck. He squeaked a few times but was happy when we pulled apart.

"You two are dorks," I told them with a laugh.

"Lovable dorks," Evan giggled.

"Very lovable and adorable," I flirted.

Quinn always flushes bright red and got flustered when I flirt with him. Evan soaked up the praise but blushed anyways.

I went back to trying to make cookies. We didn't want to just sit around like how we usually do since it's Valentines Day.

So after we got back from dinner, we decided to bake cookies. Then we'll watch our favorite movies while eating them later tonight.

We also decided to stay at my place since it wasn't like my mom was doing anything tonight and Asura and Ophelia needed the house to themselves tonight.

"Why does vanilla smell so good?" Evan asked while handing me the bottle.

"I don't know," I mumbled. Quinn quickly stole the bottle from me and did it himself.

"I wonder what it tastes like," Evan wondered.

"Let's not try that," I advised.

"Let's just eat lots of raw cookie dough," Evan said while mixing the batter.

"We could get salmonella," Quinn said with worried eyes.

"They have special ways to make sure that eggs don't carry that anymore," I said gently, trying to ease his worries.

"Besides, raw cookie dough is so much better," Evan said.

"Agreed," I laughed.

"My arms tired," Quinn whined.

"Give me the bowl," I sighed.

I started mixing the batter, dumping in the chocolate chips. I pretended not to notice the two do them staring at my muscles. I love purposely flexing my muscles in front of them.

"Where's the cookie sheet?" I asked Evan.

But before he could answer, Quinn grabbed the bowl from my hands. Evan yelled at him to 'run' and the two went bolting to the living room with the bowl and some spoons.

I sighed but then started laughing. I'm so in love with these two idiots. I don't know what I'd do without them.

Once I cleaned up the kitchen, I followed the two into the living room. They were sitting on the couch with the bowl between them.

I grabbed the remote and started my movie. I wanted to watch Pulp Fiction but that's not appropriate for Evan at all. So I went with Paranormal Activity. I then picked both of them up. I moved the bowl to the side and then sat back down.

I kept my arms around their shoulders. Evan placed the bowl in my lap. Quinn and Evan joined hands in front of the bowl and then returned to eating the dough.

"Love you Quinn. Love you Evan. I love you two so much," I told them. I pulled them both in for kisses.

"Love you two," They both responded.

~•~

Roman POV
I looked lovingly at Virgil as he stared uncertainly in the mirror. He was wearing black pants, a black dress shirt, and a dark purple die. His brace was above the pants.

"You look beautiful," I told him. Virgil flushed.

"This seems a little much," He mumbled, looking between us.

I looked down at my own outfit. Black pants, a white dress shirt and a red tie. I don't think it's that bad but then again we were raised very differently.

"Trust me, we'll fit in perfectly where we're going," I told him.

"I told you that you don't have to spoil me on Valentines," Virgil reminded me.

"I know, but I don't care," I smirked. "You can't stop me for spoiling you."

"But then you spend all the money on me and I can't spoil you because I'm fucking broke and then I feel bad because I'm not giving back to you when you do so much for me and-"

I cut off his anxiously ramblings with a kiss. Then I just held him tightly for a while and pressed kisses all over his face.

"Those flowers and the love letter you gave me are enough," I told him. "I don't mind if you can't do the same for me. I'm a romantic and I want to spoilt you on days like this."

"But you've already gotten me so much," Virgil protested. "All the flowers and the chocolates and all those love letters you wrote me."

"Virgil," I said sternly. "Let me spoil, you okay? Don't worry about it."

"You do know who you're talking to right?" He deadpanned.

I let out a little sigh. Then I quickly scooped Virgil into my arms, careful to not bump his leg.

"Put me down princey!" He yelled, trying to struggle.

"I'm just going to carry you everywhere if you don't let me spoil you," I told him.

"I already am," Virgil said quickly. "I can walk myself."

"I don't want you over exerting yourself," I said gently.

"I'll be fine," Virgil said while I gently put him back down. We were already at the front door so I led the way out.

I opened the passenger door for Virgil before getting into the drivers seat. I could tell Virgil was anxious so I slipped my hand into his. Then I let him choose the music we listened to on the way there.

I chose a fancy restaurant in the city for our dinner date. Which means that it's a good forty five minute drive sadly.

But the trip passed surprisingly quickly. I pulled into the drive way of the restaurant and handed my keys to the valet.

I helped Virgil out of the car and let him slip his arm into mine. He seemed anxious. It was a big crowded restaurant full of rich couples.

"Reservation for Prince at eight pm," I told the hostess. She smiled and grabbed two menus.

She led us to a nice table towards the edge of the restaurant. I pulled out Virgil's chair for him to sit down.

"Why are you such a gentleman?" Virgil asked. "How is anyone so polite?"

"I think we both know I'm not always like this," I laughed.

"I guess you're right," Virgil said with a soft smile.

Before I knew it, we ordered and our food was here. It was absolutely amazing. Even Virgil ate a lot of his food.

"Tonight was amazing Ro," Virgil told me with a smile.

"Not as amazing as you," I flirted, making Virgil flush.

"You're such a dork," Virgil laughed. I laughed along despite my mind filling with what Remus told me that word actually meant.

"I love you," Virgil mumbled, connecting our hands across the table.

"Love you more Virgil," I said while pulling him in for a kiss.

~•~

Remus POV
I stared angrily down at the half eaten tub of ice cream in my lap. My cheeks caked with tears. Crappy old romcoms playing on the tv.

I hate Valentines Day. It used to be amazing back when Issac still cared. But now I'm all alone.

Even if I hated left Issac, I'd still be in the same boat. Issacs doesn't celebrate this day, or any holiday at that. But at least I wouldn't be single.

I spent most of my day jerking off and having to hug myself so that I didn't feel so alone.  All I have now is this tub of ice cream. 

The front door opened and the laughing voices of Roman and Virgil filled the house.  They quickly disappeared upstairs, not bothering to check of me.  Mom and Dad are still on their date. 

I curled up a bit and had to bite my hand to keep myself from sobbing.  I'm all alone.  Everyone fucking hates me.  Literally no one will ever love me.

My thoughts drifted to Evan, Damien and Quinn.  Satan I wish I could be there with them.  In a relationship.  Celebrating Valentines Day with them.  Happy and in love. 

But I'm all alone.  Nothings going to change that.  But the longer I laid there, the more hopefully I got.  I can't take it anymore.

I'm confessing my feelings to all of them tomorrow.