So Quinn, Virgil, and Wylan have been dubbed the Emo Bottoms

TRIGGER WARNING : trashy rat man gets horny and handsy...and you can probably see where this is going

Evan POV
I hummed softly to myself while pulling my skirt on. I'm finally able to wear one without thinking about that stupidly pretty dress Corruption made me wear.

I felt a little better as the soft fabric rested on my hips, swaying slightly against my lower legs. I spun, giggling while I watched the skirt puff up in the mirror.

The skirt went down to about the middle of my lower legs. The fabric was white lace and grey false satin. But it moved more like a tulle skirt, which is what I prefer to wear.

But this is one of my favorite skirts because of how pretty it looks. It goes good with my soft white blouse. I decided against my grey cardigan today.

The light colors of my outfit brought out he soft freckles going down my arms and shoulders. Darker against the porcelain paleness of my skin.

I moved to the dresser and picked through my flower crowns. Eventually I decided on my favorite one. It was big white begonias, wound together by dark green ferns and white gyp flowers.

Setting it gently on top of my head, I placed it so it would hold down some of the more crazy curls. My hair had finally dried from the shower I took this morning.

I tucked a small buttercup behind my ear for a splash of color. Buttercups give off a sort of tea like smell which I really like. I smiled a bit in the mirror, finally feeling like myself.

Innocence.

Naïve beauty.

Innocent beauty.

Soft.

I didn't bother with shoes and socks, even though I was headed outside. Every part of me is naturally perfect and beautiful.

Besides the horrid ugly scars going down my back. Besides my seizures, I hate them the most about myself. Well I guess being mute sucks a lot too.

Speaking of my seizures, I haven't had once since I met Thomas.  Sometimes I'd get little twitches but they'd quickly go away.  I guess that's good. 

I graded my notebook and pink sparkle pen Emile gave me off the desk. I walked towards the stairs, a soft smile on my face. Everyone was already downstairs. I want to plant a garden outside the mindpalace and most everyone thought it was a good idea.

Patton said it should be a family event. Today is the decided day for that and I couldn't be more excited.

I entered the living room, everyone's attention flying to me.  I turned bright red as they all blushed at what I was wearing.

Remus's jaw literally dropped open and a little bead of blood appeared at his nose.  I giggled a bit, covering my mouth with my hand.

Roman reached over to his brother and shut Remus's mouth.  He laughed while Remus furiously tried to wipe the blood coming from his nose.

"I thought you didn't wear skirts anymore,"  Remus mumbled, refusing to look at me. 

I'm comfortable wearing them again. I told him, smiling widely.

"I can see that,"  He grumbled, running a hand roughly through his hair.

C'mon! I wrote frantically. There's lots of planting to get to!

~~~~MaGiCaL TiMe sKiP~~~~~~

I sat contently in the grass, completely calm right now.  My skirt was all spread out around me.  I smiled gently while watering the flowers I had planted.

Tiny little morning glory sprouts that will grow into tall beautiful vines and flowers. I enjoyed the soft sunlight flickering down at onto my skin. I hummed softly to Morning from Peer Gynet Suit No. 1.

Thats when Remus ran by. On all fours.

There was a remote control rat tearing across the grass. Remus chasing it like he was hunting it.

Roman was the one who set it out and had the controller. He was currently laughing like a maniac with Virgil, Thomas Remy. I sighed a bit but couldn't stop myself from laughing softly.

I returned to my content state. Enjoying the feeling off the sun and the soft breeze.

Patton and Emile were sitting together on the ground next to a newly planted maple sampling. They were sipping on ice tea. Logan sat in a lawn chair next to them, reading a gardening book.

Draven was leaning against the house in the shade, seeming to be sleeping. Wylan was dancing not to far away from him, doing pretty pirouettes and attitude turns.

Quinn sat on the other side of the flower bed, actually planting flowers with me. We spent lots of time growing my extensive garden back when, well we were just ordinary traits that knew nothing of the legendary sides.

Deceit was sunning in the grass next to him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, making all the scales on his back gleam in the sun. Quinn explained that snakes are cold blooded so they like sunning on rocks. This is something Deceit does too apparently.

Remus ran past me again, this time stopping next to me. He sat in a cat like position, breathing heavily.

He kissed my check mumble a quick 'love you' before turning and running after the toy rat. I laughed at his behavior.

I continued planting flowers and other various plants. Marigolds, begonias, black eyed Susan's, catnip, irises, day lilies, tiger lilies, cosmos, ferns, hostas, mint, tulips, sunflowers, and of course, buttercups.

Quinn was planting vegetables and fruits more then flowers and decorative brush like I was. Tomatoes, grapes, green beans, strawberries, pumpkins, squash, and various types of peppers.

I looked down at my hands now caked in dirt. I sighed a bit, trying and failing to pick some of it out from underneath my nails. I threw a leaf at Quinn to get his attention.

I'm going inside to wash my hands off. I wrote.  Quinn nodded but otherwise didn't say anything. I stood up, brushing grass and dirt off my skirt.

I headed back up to the front door, pushing it open with my shoulder. The air conditioning felt nice after being under the hot sun for so long.

Despite it being well into Autumn in Thomas's world, it remained a forever summer in his mind. The weather is constantly changing, as is temperature, it's based off Thomas's emotions. So it could be a 90 degree day and in under a few minutes, it could be below zero and snowing.

I turned on the faucet, rubbing my hands with the foaming soap Patton set out. Apple Cinnamon.

I hummed softly to myself, now to Fur Elise. I wish I could play all these songs on my piano. But my hand just refused to comply when it comes to playing instruments. All of them, from piano to violin to guitar and ukulele.

"Hey Buttercup," Called Remus's voice from the door.

I tapped on the kitchen sink, letting him know I was in the kitchen. My smile widened as his wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You look pretty today," He mumbled, his nose bruising against my ear. I hummed in response, grinning at the compliment.  "You should wear skirts more often."

I dried my hands off, expecting Remus to move so we could go back outside. But when I turned, he grabbed my hips and shoved me into the corner.

My eyes widened a bit as a jolt of fear filled me. Remus's eyes softened and he kissed me gently.

"I'm not gonna do anything," He told me. "Can we just make out a bit?"

I tilted my head in confusion. I don't know what 'make out' means. Remus laughed a little, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I'll show you," Remus mumbled before kissing me again. I rested my hands on his chest, ready to push him away at any point.

We kept kissing me, his grip tightening on my hips. I kissed back, not too concerned. We're just kissing.

I felt his tongue brush against my lips.  The feeling was foreign to me.  My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Open your mouth baby,"  Remus breathed out, pulling away from me just ever so slightly.  We went back to kissing and this time I opened my mouth ever so slightly.

Remus's tongue brushed against my lips briefly before sliding into my mouth. I opened my eyes at the strange sensation of his tongue exploring my mouth.

It felt strange, but it wasn't unwelcome. I closed my eyes again, letting Remus's tongue have free range of my mouth.  I moved my hands from his chest to his back, one arm looping around his neck. 

When he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected our lips.  I flushed bright red, letting out a little squeak.  Remus laughed, smirking down at me while wiping it away.

"Can I try something else?" He asked gently. I nodded slowly, but gave him a warning look. Remus leaned down to reattach our lips together.

My heart was pounding, wether from nerves or excitement I can't talk. I know very little about what sex actually is but what I do know, I know I'm not ready for that. But I trust Remus right now.

His lips moved from my mouth and kissed down my jawline. My eyes lidded open a bit at the feeling but I didn't push him away yet.

Remus moved to my neck and started pressing soft kisses all over it. He gently moved my shirt from my shoulder, exposing it to him. I flushed bright red.

He kissed at the junction between my neck and collarbone. I gasped a bit, making Remus smirk against my skin. He kissed around a bit more earning no small gasps. But when he moved back to that spot I couldn't stop myself from taking in a sharp breath of air.

Remus smirked and then bit me there. I squeaked and jolted up out of shock.  I pushed him away frantically.

"Baby, calm down,"  He said softly, grabbing my hands and holding then tightly between us.  "I'm not going to hurt you."

I gave him an accusing look.  I could still feel his teeth sinking into my skin.  He held up his hands in a apologetic manner.

"It's called a hickey,"  He said.  "It means I'm claiming you.  That you're mine now."

I just stared at him in confusion.  I'm not opposed to that concept but I don't like being bitten. 

"I wasn't done,"  Remus mumbled.  "Can I finish."

I answered by grabbing his hands and placing them back on my hips.  Remus kisses me softly, before moving back down to the spot he bit me.

He started sucking on that spot, making a bruise form over the bite mark. This feeling felt better then the bite. I wish I could see it but I couldn't bend my head in that direction.

"Can I do another?" Remus asked, looking up at me. I nodded slightly.

He smiled and moved just a little above the first one. He bit down again and then started sucking on that spot, pressing soft kisses around it. 

I felt something poking against my thigh.  I moved a bit, making Remus draw in a sharp breath.  I gave him a confused look and moved my hips a bit again.

I got the same reaction.  Remus clamped his hands tightly on my hips and stilled me.  He shook his head forcefully.

"Don't do that,"  He growled.  I looked down in shame, wondering why it was so bad.  He grabbed my chin to make me look at him.

"You didn't do anything wrong,"  He told me.  "I just don't want to hurt you."

I pressed my lips to his, trying to tell him he's not hurting me.  I moved my hips a bit again, Remus letting out a little groan.

"Evan stop,"  He said forcefully, shoving me back against the counter.  "I'm trying not to rape you right now and you aren't helping."

My eyes widened in shock.  I pulled away from him, wrapping my arms around my chest.  Now it was Remus's turn to look down in shame. 

But I pulled him back for a kiss.  What he said meant he didn't want to hurt me like that.  He knew I didn't want that right now and he was trying not to.

We kept kissing for a while, my hands moving to hold onto his arms.  But when I moved just the slightest bit he moved his hips away from me, sucking in a breath.

"God.  Fucking.  Dammit.  Evan."  Remus's growled, each word accented by him pulling his hips back and forth quickly.  "Stop being so cute."

I smiled a bit, kissing his forehead.  He sighed, picking me up.  I squeaked a bit but didn't stop him.

Remus carried me upstairs towards his bedroom, that was slowly becoming mine too.  He shut the door behind us and deposited me on the bed. 

"Stay right here,"  He told me, giving me a kiss.  "I need to go take a cold shower."

But you rarely ever take showers.  I wrote in a teasing manner.  Remus sighed. 

"I'll be right back."  He said that and then headed to his bathroom.  I heard the shower turn on and then strange sounds filled the room, coming from the bathroom.

It's the sounds we all hear whenever Quinn and Deceit disappeared to their room for long hours.  The sounds were accompanied but my name. 

Roughly ten minutes later, Remus retuned.  He was soaking wet.  I grimaced at his state.

Did you not take your clothes off?  I asked.

"Nope,"  He said with a crazed smile, coming back over to me.  But I pushed him away with my foot.

Change out of those wet clothes right now if you plan on cuddling me.  I wrote, giving him a stern look.

"Of course baby,"  Remus said, turning to find something to pull on. 

I laid down, averting my eyes when Remus pulled off his top.  He changed into black sweatpants and and neon green T-shirt with a ouija board on it.

He shook his hair out, making me flinch as the cold droplets hit me.  Remus laughed at my reaction. 

He climbed into the bed next to me with the remote for the TV.  He leaned against the backboard, slouching a bit.  I snuggled up to him, resting my head on his stomach. 

Did you even bathe at all?  I wrote, not smelling any hint of soap on him.

"Nah,"  Remus laughed.  "That stuffs overrated."  I rolled my eyes and let out a long sigh.

"You love me,"  He teased, tickling my side a bit.  I yelped, trying to squirm away from his fingers. 

I intertwined our hands to get him to stop tickling me. I leaned back against him, our joined hands held up in front of us.

We sat in silence, just staring at them. We had very different hands. Mine are small, dainty and more feminine while Remus had big hands with chubbier fingers. My hands are soft without callouses where Remus's were rough and calloused from years of fighting. His knuckles are cracked and scarred over, mine are soft and smooth. His hands are warm and sweaty while mine had cold fingers. We both had pale hands but Remus was more of a death like pale while I had porcelain skin.

I let out a sigh and grabbed my pen and notebook.  I started writing, which made Remus smile. 

I do love you.