#amanda writes sanders sides fic

[aang3ll]

Finally, an intro post

(Please ignore my horrendous handwriting)

You can call me Rain or Angel :))

I use any and all pronouns, as seen above! Things I'll do on this blog

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-Shitpost

-Write requests/Commissions

-Terrorize lees

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My hobbies

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-Writing/Drawing

-Writing lil songs

-Watching COD

-Bullying @xoleevia and @tikalee <3

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Requests

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REQUEST RULES (Requests open)

_________________________________ 1. ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW 2. Sometimes, there may be certain characters that I don't want to write for due to personal reasons, so please be respectful of that 3. You are allowed to request for fandoms that aren't on my fandom list 4. If, for some reason, your request is not fulfilled, please do not deal with this situation by getting angry and spamming my inbox or smth. Instead, simply shoot me a DM, and I will either get onto your request, and/or explain to you why your request wasn't or will not be fulfilled (depends on the request) 5. And lastly, please do not hate on certain requests just because you do not like a character or fandom Also, please note that fics and stuff probably won't be very long, because I have low writing stamina __________________________________________________________

Fandoms ___________ (Noted that I CAN and WILL binge through an entire series or smth just so I can accurately fulfill a request)

-Creepypasta

-Marble Hornets

-Murder Drones

-FNAF

-Call of Duty (Modern Warfare)

-TADC

-Undertale (And most AUs)

-Villaino(u)s

-IT (1900's 1 and 2, as well as 2000's 1 and 2)

-TOH

-South Park (Kids AND Adults)

-BNHA/MHA

-HTF

-DSMP/MCYT

-Gravity Falls

-Superjail

-Death Note

-Beaststars

-Haikyuu!

-Deltarune

-Heathers

-Mean girls

-Beetlejuice

-Little shop of horrors

-Maze runner

-MLP

-Hunger games

-Stranger Things

-Girl, interrupted

-The Black Phone

-TMNT

-Wednesday

-Demon Slayer

-Amanda the Adventurer

-Rainbow Friends

-G.O.B.B (Garten of BanBan)

-Helluva Boss

-Hazbin Hotel

-Nightmare Before Christmas

-Coraline

-Wendall and Wild

-Arcane

-Steven Universe

-BATIM

-Spooky Month

-Sanders Sides

-Handplates (An Undertale AU that was made into a comic, you can watch it on youtube!)

-Countryhumans

-Doors

-Elemental

-Fantastic Mr. Fox

-And if you really want to, you can even request fics about yourself! :) (If you would like the fic to be with another person you know online or IRL, that is also allowed, just please provide proof that you have their permission, please! This can be done through asks or DMs, or even by asking them to post that you have perms!!) _____________________________________ Characters I will absolutely NOT write for _____________________________________ -CC!Dream (I may consider writing C!Dream, but only under VERY specific circumstances.) -Alex (Marble Hornets (We're a system with a Brian alter, who gets triggered by Alex)) -Belos (TOH(Do I even need to explain?)) -Mineta (MHA(^)) -Eric. Fucking. Cartman. -Any lusttale characters -Graves (COD) -Offenderman (Creepypasta) -Henry Bowers + other IT bullies (We also have Richie-) -If you request for QSMP, I will ABSOLUTELY NOT write for Forever. -Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls(Sorry y'all, I love Bill, but he's hard asf to write for with fluffy tickles-)) -FUCKING PENNYWISE THE GODDAMN DANCING CLOWN -CC!Wilbur. However, I will still write for the bursonas. (Ghostbur, Revivedbur, ETC.) ______________________________________________________________ Boundaries ------------- -Fic requests? / Duhh -Art requests? /Most likely not, I can't draw very well -Teases? / Have at it, my friend -NSFW asks/DMs? / No. -DMs from 18+? / No thanks, it's nothing against you guys, I just don't really like talking to adults without other people knowing what's going on, if that makes any sense -Nok-Tkl asks / Ofc! -General DMs / I don't mind, as long as you're under 18 :) -Minor interaction? / Yep! -Over 18 interaction? / Sure, as long as you don't DM! -K1nk/NSFW/Fetish interaction? / No ty ______________________________________________________________ DNI -----

1. Proshippers

2. K!nk + N$FW accounts

3. Zoos + Maps + Nomaps

4. Homophobic + Transphobic + Racist folks

5. LGB without the T. Trans people liTERALLY HELPED FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS IN SUCH BIG WAYS!!!

6. Pseudogenic + Tulpa + Endogenic systems. Need I say more?

7. 1NC3ST SHIPPERS. NEED. I. SAY. MORE?

8. Colleen supporters

9. Anyone who isn't against $@ + @buse

10. "Super Straight" folks. Just say you're transphobic lol 11. CC!Wilbur supporters.

----------------------------------------------------------------- And, that's it, folks! Have a wonderful day/night!

#tickle content #tword content #sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tword community #tword blog #sfw tk blog #tickle thoughts #aangell

[royalprinceroman]

Hey everyone. I'm Riley and I used to be pretty active on here and youtube for the Sides. You might know me from my react videos? Thomas shared mine a lot and it always made me dhakdjs back then.

Sanders Sides was my hyperfixation back let's say 2017-2018? I joined the fandom on tumblr just before Virgil's two part name reveal sooooo ye lol I'm an oldie.

I just rewatched AA part 2 before writing this and im all smiles I miss when the sides was something smaller. Not that I don't like it now but yeah.

anyways i need to rewatch the sides and get back into the lore thing and maybe fics in the future? there's a lot i never wrote.

if you're interested in my react videos and theory discussions from days past you can visit my YouTube channel http://youtube.com/alteridolriley :)

I'd like to make new friends in the fandom sooo let me reintroduce myself. I'm Riley, or Amanda. I'm 33 years old and my favorite side is Roman followed closely by Janus and Logan. Outside of the sides, I also enjoy anime and video games. Feel free to message me if you'd like to chat! :)

#sanders sides

[poprockpanda]

[ask game, im here to try and cure your boredom] 70, 71, 68, 74, 2, and 6 :D

70. Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

Yep! I am the kind of person who sees one fic from someone and instead of bookmarking or marking for later like a normal person, I subscribed to them until I get an email about their update like 4 months later, remember who the fuck they are, and fall in love with their stuff again. But if you were curious about who here is the full screenshot of all my user subscriptions!

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Hmm, this one is kinda hard to answer! It might be reading simply because of how much fanfic I read on here, but if we are talking like books then I am writing more. But I am also one of those people who just get sucked into a book and can't stop reading until I reach a point where I have to make myself stop.

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

I don't know if they are any fics that really influenced the way I write, but they are definitely fics that inspired me to start writing! Such a couple for example, OUAD, GF au, a shit ton of stuff from delimeful, and basically the entire Perspective Series! Probably a ton of other stuff too that I can't really remember rn.

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Really anything by @delimeful, I can't just choose one of their amazing works! They make sanders sides content, a good chunk of which is g/t but even their non-g/t work is incredible!

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

Most of my current fic ideas just come from whatever fandom I enjoy and then slapping g/t thoughts into it, and then just spiraling from there until I have no choice but to write. But for HBAT I don't really remember when or how I got the main idea for it. HBAT has been an idea in the back of my mind since I would say about mid-2019 and that was when I just had the idea of a borrower getting jumped up in some thread and getting caught.

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

This is from HBAT chapter 6 so this might sound really weird for anyone who hasn't read that yet, which btw I would really appreciate! Also blood mentioned!

As she ran one thought stood clear in her mind. I am going to make that human pay. In blood.

Amanda bout to get violent lol.

Thanks for the ask Puzzle! My boredom has been cured and I might go write again.

[vindicatedvirgil]

moceit week 2021: day 5 / no babysitter, no problem

summary: patton can’t get a sitter, so janus decides to bring date night to him, even if that date includes a snuggly 5-year-old.

ship: romantic moceit

other characters involved: kid!Virgil, teen!Logan (nonbinary, they/them), mentions of kid!creativitwins and their other dad Remy (and his partner Emile)

word count: 420 (NOT INTENTIONAL)

warnings: food mention

other: thanks to Danni for helping brainstorm ideas for this!

this was written for moceit week 2021, for the day 5 prompt of “family”

@moceit-appreciation-week @moceit @doublejoywilson

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“Jan, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t get a sitter for Virge, and Lo is busy studying for their SATs, so I have to cancel,” Patton sputtered out over the phone, his boyfriend silent on the other end. “I know the twins are with Remy and Emile tonight, and tonight was supposed to be date night, but… I can’t leave the house tonight.” He heard the jangle of keys in the background on Janus’ end.

“What kind of pizza do they like? I’ll pick up a few on my way over,” Janus rambled. “You have popcorn in the house, right? Hm, do they like milkshakes? Wait, Lo is lactose intolerant, so I’ll have to get dairy free for them—”

“Jan, what are you doing?” Patton asked, exasperated. Janus chuckled on the other end, and Patton could hear a door close softly.

“I’m coming over with some of Roman’s Disney DVDs. Movie night with the little guy, and Lo can join in if they want to. I’m an expert in singing Princess songs,” he explained. “I mean, Ro’s better than I am, but don’t tell him I said that.”

“You don’t need to do this, we can do this another night, Janus…” Patton tried, but he heard Janus tut, and so the father began to chew on his lower lip.

“I know I don’t need to, darling. Now tell me what kinds of pizza they like so I can call ahead. And then text me their favorite ice cream flavors. And anything else you need from the store, okay?”

“Janus—”

“No arguments, Patton. I’m already in the car.”

“Janus!”

“You won’t win this battle, darling.”

“I love you, Janus.” Patton finally spoke through, and there was silence on the other end. Neither of them had said it yet, even after six months of dating, but there they were. The words.

“I love you too, Patton.” Janus responded without thinking; he didn’t need to think about it. Of course he loved Patton. It was a pure fact, the most truthful thing that Janus could ever say.

“Virgil likes extra cheese, and Lo likes veggie with no cheese,” Patton explained after clearing his throat. “Virgil’s favorite ice cream flavor is rocky road, and Lo really likes strawberry.” Janus laughed on the other end, then made a sound of acceptance.

“That suits them both pretty well,” he murmured in response. “You want a calzone?”

“Sure. Just… hurry over, okay? I want to kiss your face.” Janus laughed again in response.

“20 minutes, I’ll be there.”

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#amanda writes sanders sides fic #moceit #moceitweek2021 #moceitappreciationweek #moceit week 2021 #ts moceit #romantic moceit #ts patton #patton sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction

[hiddendreamer67]

Amanda’s Discovery 7

Summary: The collection of notes exchanged between a certain human and borrower over the course of a little over two weeks.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Note 1- Please do not be afraid, borrower roommate. I know you’re here and I mean you no harm. I have known for a while and have told no one. My name is Amanda. If you feel like introducing yourself I would like to meet you, but I will also respect your privacy and boundaries if you choose otherwise.

Note 2- Thank you for taking my note! Or, just in case my note went missing, let me introduce myself again. My name is Amanda. I’m the human living in 549 East. I will not hurt you and I will not go looking for you. Take whatever you need, I have plenty.

Note 3- Hello again, thank you for coming back. I’ve left out some food here, you’re welcome to have it. I wasn’t sure if you would prefer brownies or crackers so I put out both. I don’t have much but take whatever you need, I don’t mind.

Note 4- Sorry, I hope I did not scare you off with the food thing; that was rude of me. I forgot to tell you it’s not a trap. No tricks, I promise. Or do you just not like brownies and crackers? I can put something else out instead, just leave me a sign. I don’t mind picking up different food too if I don’t have it around.

Note 5- I apologize so much, I’m so sorry. I have not asked your name! What is it? Could you tell me? You don’t have to reveal yourself if that makes you uncomfortable. You could just write it on the back of this note. I’ve provided a marker for your convenience.

Note 6-...I take it from the way you scribbled over my wall you’re mad at me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.

Note 7- I hope you’re okay.

Note 8- I’m leaving for the night, the dorm room is yours to use as you please. I don’t know if you use clocks, but I’ll be back around four o’clock tomorrow. Which means you can do whatever you want. I don’t mind.

Note 9- Hey borrower. Gosh, it feels really odd to keep calling you that, sorry. I hope that’s not offensive. Are you doing okay? Do you need anything? I know you’re capable of taking care of yourself, but if you want or need anything just say the word and I can leave it out. Or actually, you don’t even need to say anything. Just leave me a note back and I’ll know.

Note 10- So I guess you’re not mad at me anymore? I thought you were mad all weekend, but there were no scribbles this time so maybe you’re not? I hope that’s the case and there’s not some other supernatural reason why these notes keep disappearing. That would suck. I’d look kind of like an idiot then I guess.

Note 11- How was your evening? Mine was great. I spent it trying to figure out if I’m actually going insane and experiencing very intense hallucinations. I think I’m not, but WebMD wasn’t exactly my friend. Uh...not sure exactly where I’m going with this. If you could just write me a note back, that would be amazing.

Note 12-So unnamed borrower, would you want to perhaps meet face to face sometime? I know that’s quite an intimidating proposal. Take some time to think it over. In the meantime, you could always write a reply. Marker’s still there, just saying.

Note 13- Am I being too subtle? Look, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude. But I’d really like some sort of sign that you’re willing to make this a two-way communication. You keep taking my notes and I am getting nothing in return. I just want to talk. What is so wrong with that?

Reply 1: STOP WRITING THES-

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Reply 2: TOMORROW NIGHT. COME ALONE.

#Amanda's Discovery #self indulgent fic #g/t #sanders sides #borrowers #borrower!logan #infinitesimal!sides #logan sanders #logan #amanda #human!amanda #part 7 #fun fact #7 is my lucky number #also i had fun writing these

[emy-loves-you]

Sanders Sides Story Ideas

(This is just a place for me to put these until I get around to writing them. Feel free add to the list or try out these ideas! Please tag me if you do!)

-Janus POV, Roceit fic based off Little Red Riding Hood by Amanda Sayfried

-Patton POV, DLAMPR fic based off Boys by Charli XCX

-Remus POV, Intrulogical fic where Remus steals left socks straight from the dryer to piss off Patton and/or Janus (who he assumes does the laundry) and he comforts his crush (Logan) who’s not doing so good. Meanwhile, Logan is slowly going insane because he put the socks in the dryer ten minutes ago where the hell did they go??

-Logan POV, Intrulogical fic where powerful witches have the ability to control certain creatures. Most people have crows or cats. Logan has flies, and he is not amused. But they could be useful in spying on others. Now if Logan could stop being distracted by Prince Remus, the only person in the world who would see a fly as a companion rather than a nuisance.

-None of the other sides know Virgil’s height, since he’s always hunched in the corner or sitting on surfaces that are not meant to be sat on. So when Virgil shows his true height, everyone’s surprised. Mulitple POVs, pairings undecided.

-Logan POV, Logicality fic where the world’s largest tech company, SidesCor, has created an artificial intelligence called L0G1C to help run the company. After an incident, L0G1C’s attention is suddenly drawn to Patton Hart, a cute worker who works at one of their tech repair shops. L0G1C learns to become ‘friends’ with Patton, his coworker Virgil, and Roman, the man who works across the street and constantly flirts with Virgil. But why is L0G1C’s attention always drifting towards Patton?

#Sanders Sides #fic prompts

[lovecrazyjennybear]

At the Police

Summary: What happens while Virgil is at the police. (Takes place during chapter 20 of @fearfilledvirgil Ivity and Anx story so read that first!)

Warnings: Police Station. Cursing, Mentions of Abuse, Blood, Scars, Self-Destructive Thoughts

Word Count: 5033

Pairing: None  A/N: @fearfilledvirgil helped write this fic. It takes place in their amazing world and story so please read Ivity and Anx! Also they are an amazing human all around so maybe go say hi!

Virgil sat in the room, waiting for the detective to come in. He put up his strong persona again to keep himself from falling apart. His worry and fear were starting to drill into his mind. He had to keep it together the best he could. The door opened and it took Virgil everything to not jump out of his seat.

“Virgil Sanders?” Virgil nodded at the detective. “Hello. I’m Detective Tanya Davis. I was given some papers from one of my colleagues. I was wondering if you would be willing to help me understand them better.” “S-sure.” She doesn’t believe you Virgil. You being weak like this isn’t helping anything either! Stop being so stupid! No one will believe you. That’s why you’re being asked to explain those papers. You’re a fucking idiot for thinking that anyone would believe you.

She sat in the chair opposite of Virgil and laid the papers on the table. Virgil’s curiosity got the better of him and he looked at the date on one, noticing it was Logan’s neat handwriting. May 13th glared back at him. This was the day his father broke his rib.

Tanya lifted that paper and scanned it, her face never changing expression. In that moment, Virgil was never so happy that he’d put his guard up. He would be shaking in his seat or having a complete break down. Instead, he watched the detective closely. Her eyebrows were knitted together as she read. After a few moments she looked up at Virgil. There was a concerned look in her eyes, but Virgil didn’t notice. He was too busy thinking she was looking at him because she doubted him. “Mr. Sanders, please explain what happened on May 13th, 2016.” That was not a tone of voice Virgil could disobey. He’d heard Logan use something similar when he was determined to get information out. “My father broke my rib.” Virgil couldn’t help the coldness in his tone. His hoodie and that tone of voice were two major things that kept his wall up. “And why would he do that?” “I didn’t make dinner in time.” Virgil didn’t miss how her position shifted. “Care to explain more?” “No.” Tanya sighed. “Alright. What about what happened February 23rd of 2012?” Virgil noticed the time jump. It seemed like she had some of the worst experiences he had. That was the first time he asked Logan to stitch him up. He remembered how freaked out Logan looked when he showed up at his house, bleeding for the second time. The terrified look on young Logan’s face grew worse when Virgil told him his father was pissed because he’d gone to the hospital. He couldn’t bring himself to tell Logan what his father did because of how pissed he was however. Logan did his best to stop the bleeding while he looked up how to do surgical stitches. They were slow and painful and they left a pretty bad scar but Virgil couldn’t complain. “I was cut with a broken bottle.” Virgil moved his hands to make his hoodie paws. “Where were you cut?” “Arm.” Tanya was starting to believe Virgil less and less. The vague answers he was giving made it appear to her that he was making it up and giving as little detail as possible to not contradict the detailed stories his friends were able to make up. The other option was that he was under extreme duress and fearing any consequences. She truly hoped for option two but she had to rule out the first one. “Mr. Sanders. I apologize, but I do not believe you. You’re giving me vague answers, and your fidgeting, and not looking me in the eye. Those are signs of lying.” Of course she doesn’t believe you. No one is going to fucking believe you, Virgil. You’re such an idiot. And nothing you can do is going to make her change her mind. No, for the first time, Virgil wanted to fight against his inner demon. He knew nothing he could say would make her change her mind but there was one thing he could do. But it meant tearing down the wall he built up. Without giving himself time to back down, Virgil stood quickly, shoving his chair back and as he pulled up his sleeve. He thrust his arm out to the detective almost violently, showing her the patchwork of scars. “Is this something I would fucking make up? Why the fuck would I put myself through the pain of all of these fucking scars just to fucking lie?” Anger fueled his words, as well as fear. “Do you want to see the fucking new stitches on my arm? Or maybe I fucking call the guy who had a doctor friend come out so they can fucking tell you they had to fucking fix me.” Virgil was seething, his nostrils flaring, and eyes wide in anger, fear, and uncertainty.

Tanya didn’t know what to do with the young man in front of her. He looked more like a cornered animal than a person. She also keep her eyes on the array of scars that covered his arm. There wasn’t an inch of skin that didn’t have a scar of some sort. They varied in size from very small, less than a centimeter, to nearly circling his arm. She saw faint ones and more noticeable ones as well.

Despite her shock something was nagging at her. Suddenly her mind made the connection. He said the new stitches. Holy crap, Tanya. Get it together. She knew she was out of her league with Virgil. She’d never dealt with someone who had gone from one extreme to the other before. She knew that Amanda would be able to help her, so she collected the papers in front of her and stood. “Pardon me a moment, Mr. Sanders.” Tanya walked out of the room.

Virgil stood there for a moment, watching the space the detective just left. All of a sudden, he felt a weight fall over his body. He slumped back into the chair, glad it didn’t tip over when he shoved it back. His whole body began shaking as the adrenaline he felt raced from him. A sob escaped Virgil’s lips, to his surprise. Quickly he pulls his sleeve back down and puts his head in his hands. You got to get it together, Virgil. You can’t be like this. You can’t fucking be weak now. Virgil was left alone in the room for several minutes, his thoughts eating at him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the one-way glass, Tanya stood with another woman. They both were watching Virgil intently, but the new woman did so with a cocked head and soft eyes. She studied his mannerisms as he waited, his head in his hands and leg bouncing heavily. When he sat up again, she visually picked apart his nervous fidgeting and small sneers to himself every now and them.

“You think he’s lying about abuse, right?” the woman asked, her voice low and soft.

“Yes. He wouldn’t give me anything but small answers, wouldn’t make eye contact, and kept fidgeting with something inside his pocket. All signs of liars.” Tanya responded, back still rigged.

“Have you thought about how all three of those are also tells of anxiety? Or stress caused by talking about a traumatic experience?”

“Oh.” Was the last thing said between the two women for many moments more before the unknown lady nodded and went for the door.

Suddenly the door opened, causing him to jump. The detective was standing there, but there was another unknown woman as well. The woman was fairly young, no older than thirty. There was one thing that surprised Virgil about her. She didn’t have the same air of authority as the detective. “Mr. Sanders this is Doctor Amanda Young. She is a behavioral specialist. I believe that she will be able to help us understand each other better to help with the rest of the statement process.” Tanya explained bluntly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Amanda said softly. “Yeah.”

“Mr. Sanders-” “Don’t fucking call me that.” Virgil’s tone was cold once again. “I’m sorry,” The sincerity in Amanda’s voice surprised Virgil enough to look up at the specialist. “Would you prefer I call you Virgil?” Still stunned, Virgil nodded. “I understand you’ve gone through some pretty extreme circumstances in the past but we’re wanting to help you. I know opening up is hard but it will help you. Talking about traumatic things can help some people move on from them.” Virgil couldn’t believe that she wanted to help so much. She didn’t even know him. “I’d rather not.”

“Virgil, I know it’s hard to talk about. And I can’t blame you for not wanting to.” Amanda thought for a moment. “We have a few animals around that help relax people during questionings. Would you like me to bring one in?” “You can do that?” A lot of Virgil’s wall crumbled when he realized the specialist just wanted to help. Amanda nodded. “A lot of times they come in to help children and people who have bad anxiety over whatever happened. I’d be more than happy to bring one in for you.” “I-I’d like that.” “Would you prefer a cat or a dog?” “Wait, you have a therapy cat? Aren’t cats antisocial?” “A lot of them are. But Muffin isn’t. She’s actually quite an affectionate cat, which surprises many people.” “It surprised the fuck out of me.” Virgil was about to ask if she would bring in Muffin but then remembered Ivity telling him that his best friend was allergic. Figuring that friend meant Patton, Virgil decided against it. “Could- could you bring in a dog? One of my friends is allergic to cats and we came in his car.” “Of course. Just give me one moment.” Amanda stood and walked out of the room. Virgil slumped against the chair slightly, not completely putting down the wall since Tanya was still in the room. He hoped that the specialist’s kindness wasn’t a trick. Something about the way she spoke to him made him believe she wasn’t that heartless but his dark thoughts were still trying to convince him otherwise. In the back of his mind he remembered that Logan told him on the ride over the police worked on facts. As long as he told them the facts it would work out. That helped calm his racing mind a little. Virgil couldn’t help but jump a little yet again when the door opened. Amanda stood in the doorway with a beautiful dog. The dog was mostly golden in color but there was streaks of gray throughout it’s fur, but it was clear it wasn’t caused by old age. One eye was an icy blue the other was brown. It was obvious that the dog was a Husky mix. Based on the gold color, Virgil guessed that the other part was Golden Retriever. One other thing that caught Virgil’s attention was the raised scar on the muzzle. “This here is Sasha. She’s a Goberian. That’s a mix of Golden Retriever and Husky. She’s about 5 years old, and she’s a rescue.” Amanda told him. “She’s a lovable little girl and a great hugger.”

Sasha gazed up onto Virgil from where she was, lower to the ground. Her tail started wagging slowly in anticipation, pulling slightly on Amanda’s hold. She could basically feel the anxious energy vibrating off of Virgil, and she wanted to cuddle him and that was final.

Virgil moved to the edge of the seat and slowly held his hand down for her. Amanda moved to allow Sasha to sniff his hand. Sasha then licked his hand, then used her muzzle to move it onto the top of her head. A faint smile tugged on Virgil’s lips as he gently scratched her ears. There was a knock on the door. Tanya moved to answer it as another detective stepped in. “Miss Young, I’m sorry to interrupt but have you seen Sasha? Ria is here to answer some more questions, and she’s scared again and-” They stopped mid sentence when they saw Virgil petting the dog in question. “I’m sorry.” “It’s quite alright.” Amanda said. “You should take her to Ria.” Virgil said softly. “I’m sorry?” “Ria sounds like she needs Sasha more than I do. They sound like they have a special connection.” Amanda couldn’t help the pride in her heart at his sacrifice of comfort. However, she felt concern there as well. How often had this young man put aside his needs to keep others safe? “Are you sure?” Virgil nodded. “Yeah.” “Thank you, sir,” The detective told him. “I know it will mean a lot to her.” “Come on, Sasha,” Amanda said. “We need to see Ria.” Sasha didn’t move for a moment, instead pulling free of Amanda’s hold and put her paws on Virgil’s legs. She then licked his face a couple times before dropping back to the ground and going to sit at Amanda’s feet. Virgil couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. Amanda gently took the leash once again and followed the detective out.

Now alone again with just Detective Davis, Virgil made it his mission to find all the scratches on the silver table in front of him. He didn’t want to look up at her, mostly because he was still highly mentally kicking himself for his outburst earlier. He couldn’t believe that he actually showed her his arm, but here he was being stared down like he was some kind of wounded animal. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, determined not to make an outburst like that again.

Moment after moment alone with the detective was still filled with unbearable silence, which made Virgil internally cringe. It was very reminiscent of earlier, before any questions were asked, as Tanya flipped through the papers at her disposal again. Thankfully though, a few moments later the door reopened. This caused Tanya to look over to it, but Virgil kept his gaze mostly on the table before him, arms still crossed in a defensive stance. What he could see out of his peripheral vision, though, was that Dr. Young was standing at the door.

“One moment, I’m helping with getting a statement.” Virgil vaguely was able to hear the doctor say to someone out in the hall. It took several more moments for the door to close again. (Virgil didn’t see this part, but he suspected that she was talking to whoever was in the hall. In reality, half of that time was Amanda not-so-subtly attempting to decipher what Virgil’s body position meant in relation to how he was feeling.)

“So sorry about that,” Amanda softly sat back down at the table, looking very more relaxed then the tension-carrying detective. “Now, Virgil, would you mind just uh,” she paused again, looking at the papers that Tanya held from an odd angle, “Telling me who Logan Brian is?”

Virgil visually slackened at the question. Literally, he struggled, fell into even worse posture in the chair, and removed his arms across his shoulders. He put his hands back in his pocket, back where the thick ever-so-trusting fiddling string was. “He’s my best friend. More like a brother. Helped me with… he made the notes and shit in real time.”

Tanya nodded her head along with Virgil, pursing her lips and taking mental note of that. She assumed that the papers she got was his own handwriting from merely a few days prior, recording the injuries that happened to him. Evidently, she was wrong. “Any connection to James Arthur Brian? The lawyer?” Tanya asked in the realization that she hadn’t actually paid any mind to this Logan character.

“His dad.” Virgil was back to the shortest answers he could possibly give. He felt even more uneasy now, considering the fact that Tanya seemed to have some sort of emotions toward Mr. Brian. Or at least, that’s what her voice sounded like. Did he ever talk about him to her? The bully and closed off freak who was best friends with his son?

Without any sort of warning at all, a small creature jumped into Virgil’s lap. He started panicking momentarily, throwing his arms into the air and over his face as an instinctive reaction. He took several hyperventilation breaths in quick succession, before his brain caught up with his still open eyes. There, in his lap, looking innocently up at him was a fairly chubby grey tabby cat. Their soft green eyes looked up at Virgil as if to say, ‘Are you okay? Did I scare you? You done panicking?’

“Oh!” Amanda laughed, a smile on her lips at the antics of the cat. She did, however, file away Virgil’s initial reaction to the tabby jumping up on his lap, as did Tanya. “Virgil, this is Muffin. She basically roams free in the precinct, so she must have slipped in.”

Virgil, on the other hand, was not paying attention to Amanda. His eyes were locked on with the cat’s, staring deep into them. The thing was, the cat was staring back. She moved her head so the top of it could brush against Virgil’s elbow. It was then that he realized that his arms were still up in defense around his face. Slowly, he lowered them, awkwardly hanging them at his sides. What was he supposed to do with his hands when a cat was in his lap? Muffin apparently picked up on this, as she got herself settled on his lap, then looked back up at him with a questioning meow. When Virgil didn’t do whatever the cat must have wanted, she meowed again, but this time louder.

“She wants pets.” Tanya stated the normally coo-esk type statement as a fact, but there was no denying that there was a small smile toying on the sides of her lips.

Virgil, still with a heavily furrowed brow, began to brush his fingers through Muffin’s medium length hair. He let a ghost of a smile flash on his lips, a rush of joy jolting through him. It had been a while since he pet a cat, and it reminded him of soft autumn days. He continued to pet the animal who now looked very comfortable sitting on Virgil’s black jeans.

“Virgil. Would you please tell me what happened on May 13th?” Amanda’s voice was gentle but firm. Virgil took a deep breath and stared down at the table in front of them. He tried to find his voice several times before he could say anything. As he was about to give up he felt a rough wetness on the palm of his hand. Looking down, Virgil noticed that the cat was licking his hand. There was still a knowingness in those green eyes that showed the cat knew what it was doing was calming. Virgil took another deep breath and tried again. “I had gotten home from school late. I had to stay after to finish an assignment,” Virgil was amazed as how strong his voice seemed once he was able to start talking. He guessed the little animal in his hands helped. “When I walked in the door, my father was standing in the kitchen. He heard the door and turned to me, moving to stand right... right in front of me. He demanded to know where I was because dinner hadn't been started yet, but told him that I had to do something for school and it would never happen again but.. he grabbed my arm really tight and, and shook me. He told me that it’d better not ever happen again if I knew what was ‘good’ for me. I said again that it wouldn’t happen again but... Then he threw me down against the edge of the door frame. I felt a horrible pain in my side. It was nearly so bad that I might have blacked out for a few seconds?” Virgil paused, but was spurred on by Muffin rubbing her head against Virgil’s hand. Her presence and movements was making it easy to distract himself from what he was talking about.

“But I couldn’t for longer than that. He was waiting for dinner. So I struggled against the nausea to make something. When he got his food, and when the dishes were done of course, I snuck out and walked a little bit from my house before calling Logan. I asked if he could come get me, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to make that walk without blacking out fully. He told me to find somewhere to sit that wasn’t the ground--I did, eventually--and he’d be there as fast as he could. He came and picked me up to take me back to his house, checked me over the best he could, and learned how to wrap ribs to ease the pain and help with the healing. He knew that uh.. That he couldn’t take me to the hospital.” “Why couldn’t he take you to the hospital?” Tanya asked, her voice more like soil now than sand. “I couldn’t afford it. And the one time I did go to get stitches, I used my insurance card and my father found out.”

“What happened when he found out?” Virgil didn’t answer her, instead just focusing on where Muffin liked to be pet the most. Amanda put a hand out to stop Tanya from saying anything else. “Virgil, take your time. If it’s easier you can tell it to the cat,” Virgil couldn’t help the chuckle of disbelief. “You’d be amazed how easy that is if you’d just try it.” Looking down at the gray ball of fur curled up on his lap, Virgil felt like he could actually tell this cat anything and it would know what to do. You’re fucking insane for considering talking to a cat. “He ripped the stitches out. He didn’t physically do it himself, but he made me keep moving my arm to try and protect myself until they ripped.” Amanda’s face was full of concern and pity. Virgil hated seeing the pity in other people's eyes towards him. He kept his eyes trained on the cat, petting her as a way to distract himself. “Mr S- I’m sorry, Virgil. Would you tell us about February 23rd?” Tanya asked, her voice still firm but less demanding than before. Virgil closes his eyes for a moment. “He… he broke a whiskey bottle on the, on the counter and came after me with it. He said my, he said that my music was too loud. But I had headphones in. It, It couldn’t have been that loud.” He felt Muffin’s tongue against his arm followed by a loud purr.

“Then what happened?” “He c-… he cut me with the bottle. Along my forearm. I-I ran to Logan.. House, Logan’s house, the first chance that I, that I got,” Virgil felt the tightness in his chest as the memory of Logan’s expression flashed in his mind once again. “I told him that I couldn’t go to the hospital again,” Virgil heard the quickness of his voice and tried to slow down his speech. “He looked so panicked. I couldn’t blame him; It was something that, that needed stitches. But Logan, he’s… he’s smart and doesn’t like being told something can’t be done. So he uh, he took me to his room and pulled up some, some videos on how to do surgical stitches. He tried to make everything as sanitary as possible. He soaked things in hot water or in….fuck,” Virgil paused his petting of Muffin to make a pathetic gesture with his uninjured arm. “The shit that comes in a brown bottle? It’s kind of square-ish shaped.” “Peroxide?” Amanda supplied. “That’s the stuff. Logan was as careful and, and fucking meticulous as he could be, but it wasn’t that good. It did it’s job, but it wasn’t clean. Or straight, really. That, that’s what caused the most raised scar.” For some reason, Virgil couldn’t bring himself to look at the detective or specialist. Instead, he focused his eyes on the gray puffball that was now sleeping soundly in his lap. However in doing so, he missed the look that Amanda gave Tanya. Tanya knew that look well. It was basically a look of “told you so”. Amanda had been right about Virgil not lying since what he was saying matched up with the notes given. “Excuse me for a moment.” Tanya stood and walked out the door. Virgil closed his eyes when he heard the door close, almost as if his last chance of being taken seriously had left with the detective. She still doesn’t believe you Virgil. How fucking stupid are you for thinking she would? She made up her mind the minute she saw you. Fucking idiot. Stupid. He squeezes his eyes closed even tighter. “Virgil,” Amanda’s soft voice started Virgil enough to look up at her. “Would you take a deep breath for me? I know this has to be terrifying and a lot for you.” “That’s a fucking understatement of the year.” Virgil shot back, but doing as she requested. “But I believe that you’re not lying.” “You do?” Don’t get your fucking hopes up. This is a rouse you fucking idiot.

“I do.”

Tanya stood in an empty conference room with two other detectives. “Thank you for meeting me here.” “No problem,” One of the detectives, a stocky woman with her black hair pulled into a bun answered. “What Mr. Brian told me was surprising and concerning. So seeing how his story lined up would be interesting.” “Mr. Heart didn’t know much it seemed. However he informed me he’d only met Mr. Sanders a few days ago.” The last detective said. They were tall and slender with sandy-blond hair and icy gray eyes that pierced through nearly anyone’s persona. “Alex, did Mr. Heart say anything about the first time Mr. Brian stitched Mr. Sanders up?” “He did. He said that he noticed a very jagged and raised scar on Mr. Sanders’ arm. He knew that Mr. Sanders didn’t want to speak about any of his scars so he texted Mr. Brian about it.” Tanya nodded, knowing from Virgil that it was his most raised scar. “And what about you, Betty? What did you find out?” “Mr. Brian was very detailed about that day. He explained how Virgil, sorry, Mr. Sanders had once again shown up at his door bleeding. It was only the second time he’d gone to his house. He explained how Mr. Sanders had has an extreme panic attack over going back to the hospital, during so he incoherently stuttered about punishment for going the last time. Mr. Brian then explained how he did the best to put pressure on the wound while he looked up information using websites and videos on how to do surgical stitching. He soaked everything that he used, the needle and thread in hot water and peroxide as well as some gauze used to clean the wound. He tried to be as careful and precise as possible, but it was his first time so it didn’t heal properly.” “What about you, Tanya?” Alex inquired. “Does what he told you match up to what Mr. Sanders said himself?” “After calling in Amanda and Muffin sneaking in and sitting on Mr. Sanders’s lap I got a straight story out of him. And it matches up.” “If you want, Betty and I can go make the arrest while you finish up your interrogation.” Alex offered. “Thank you. I think that would be best.” They nodded and left to get the keys to the cruiser. Betty put a hand on Tanya’s arm as she went to follow. With a sigh, Tanya returned to the interrogation room. She stood outside of the one way mirror and watched Amanda and Virgil. Virgil was watching the sleeping cat intently while Amanda was watching him just as intently. After a few moments she walked back inside.

This time Virgil didn’t jump as bad when the door opened. Maybe it was because of the quiet animal still sleeping on his lap. He still didn’t look up at the detective when she walked in and sat next to the specialist. Amanda looked at Tanya and raised an eyebrow. Tanya nodded her head slightly. “Mr S- Virgil. We compared what Mr Heart and Mr Brian have said and your story matches. Right now we have two detectives on their way to arrest your father.” Virgil’s eyes shot up to stare at Detective Davis. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly. No way anyone would believe him enough to go and take action against his father. There was no possible way that would happen. But in the way she was watching Virgil, he believed she wasn’t trying to manipulate him. Which meant that what she said was the truth. “Y-y-you are?” He asked, hating how weak his voice sounded. Tanya nodded. “We’ll have to do some follow up interviews but I believe we have done enough for today. Thank you Amanda for your help as well.” “You’re welcome. And if you want Virgil, I can try and have Muffin come into the room for your next interview.” Virgil gave a small nod. “I-if it’s not a bo-bother.” “Not at all. She roams around but usually she knows when someone needs her.” Virgil moved the sleeping cat in his arms before standing. Very gently he placed her onto the chair and turned to go. Remembering something just as his hand touched the handle, he turned and looked at Amanda. “Do you have the um...fuck. The shit that gets hair off?” A small smile played on Amanda’s face. “I do. Let me grab it for you.” She stood and left the room, returning a few moments later with a roll of the tape. “Here you are.” “Thanks” Virgil got to work removing as much of the hair as he could before walking out into the hallway where his friends were waiting.

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[today-only-happens-once]

Positivity Corner Time!

I’ve been having a lot of feelings the past few days and decided it was time for me to ramble about people. Hope y’all don’t mind.

@vigilantvirgil: Amanda is an absolute gem of a person?? Like, I have this tag “nice people are nice” that I use to mark when people are super sweet to me or have kind words about my writing so that I can go back to it when I’m feeling down and like. Amanda is all over that tag. She’s just always super sweet and encouraging and also lights up my dash with her general presence. 

@princelogical: Marin is just... generally awesome? His writing always delivers in nuances that usually have me either flailing from the feelings or just staring at the words on the page because his prose is often beautiful. I always, always look forward to his thoughts on something I wrote, and also!! His edits!! Like holy smokes I love them to death. There was one of Logan based around the most recent Sanders Sides that I just. stared at for a while. I was like that scene in Parks and Rec where Tom is like “I’ve been staring at this for five hours now”. Just yeah. Marin works super hard at the stuff he produces and it shows in droves. 

@allycat31415: She is literally so freaking sweet?? She’s always sending in asks that make me smile, or messaging me short little thing like happy thanksgiving and I just appreciate the heck out of her. 

@bastille-smedry: another incredibly kind person!! Always offering to listen if I post something about not feeling great, sending me things like pictures of dogs and stuff to help cheer me up. So kind, so encouraging. 

@princeanxious: I feel like I can’t say much here that I haven’t said before but I’m just gonna say it again because heck. Luka is great?? Like, I love how I can always identify his art from the style and it’s always wonderful. I just love seeing Luka bop around my dashboard, even if he’s just reblogging stuff. He just radiates kind vibes and he’s so supportive of writers and artists, not to mention how much work he puts into his own writing and art, and it’s all great?? So yeah, Luka is an awesome person.

@justisaisfine: Honestly shout-out to Isa for putting up with all my questions and ideas  and excitement surrounding her Sanders Bro AU. Because in case y’all were wondering, I still have no real chill about it (this is where I confess that I’m listening to the playlist for it while writing this post). I don’t even know why but something just really hits deep with me and that AU. But even outside the AU, Isa’s art is always absolutely gorgeous to me. I think they use watercolors? But whatever they use, the colors are beautiful and the line-art is so expressive. Plus, they’re just a generally really affirming and generous person. 

@randomslasher: LJ! Their art and fics give me feelings for days. The chibi stuff? Adorable. Always makes me smile. The wing art? Gorgeous. Brilliant. Their fic Starved? Still not sure my heart has fully recovered, to be honest. So I often re-read their one-shots like Thespian and Dad? Heck yeah I do. Plus, their general presence in this fandom feels sort of reassuring to me. Even when they’re just answering asks and doing their general thing around tumblr, I’m always happy to see their icon floating around my dash. 

@ironwoman359: Taylor’s fics always give me so many emotions?? Like I just got caught up with Our Own Villain and am majorly hyped about that. But also even her one-shots can come in absolute clutch with the feels. Plus, she’s just always been really sweet and supportive and I appreciate the heck out of her and her energy on my dash.

Oof I have more people I want to ramble about but this post is getting long so perhaps I will continue this thread at another time. <3

Even if you’re not mentioned here, if you’re part of this fandom and you produce art, fics, theories, headcanons, support, love, affirmation?? I value the heck out of you. You mean a lot to me. All of you mean a lot to me. 

#sappy blogger is sappy #positivity #grae's positivity corner

[vindicatedvirgil]

new year’s first kiss

Summary: After a tumultuous year, Virgil and Remus start the new one in the best way possible.

Ship: Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil)

Warnings: Romantic Dukexiety, mentions of a panic attack, mentions of fireworks, mentions of a small party with drinking, food mention. background Loceit and Royality. first kiss. new year’s kiss.

Word Count: 1354

Author’s Note: What better way to end the year than by writing a soft fic about my two favorite boys? Sanders Sides has been such a big part of my year, who knows if I would have made it through without the series and all of the friends I've made because of it. Happy New Years, folks! thanks for making 2020 suck a little bit less.

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Virgil perched himself on top of one of the few empty counters left in the kitchen. Everyone else was crowded on the enclosed balcony, poppers and handheld fireworks in hand, but it had become too much all at once, so he crossed his legs, his head leaning against the cabinets. He hoped that Logan and Janus wouldn’t mind (he did this all the time anyways). He could hear neighbors a few blocks away setting off the big illegal fireworks, and he gripped his mug of gatorade a bit tighter.

He thought about heading home, but the group had agreed to pile onto the floor of Logan and Janus’ apartment (although he had concerns about Roman and Patton getting a little handsy, especially since he had spotted them taking shots earlier) and wake up as late as possible then go to the shitty diner down the block for brunch. Virgil didn’t want to let his friends down, not on New Year’s, not when he’d put them all through so much with his anxiety over the past year.

And no one had been more supportive than Remus, which surprised him, since they’d only met over the summer when he returned from university. Virgil had met Roman and Janus the prior year, when he was the techie for their college’s play. Roman had starred, of course, and Janus was the director. A talented duo, and no one was more surprised than Virgil to find out that they each had their own boyfriends.

Virgil had met Logan and Patton exactly a year ago, when Roman threw a big New Year’s Party. Once he met Janus and Romans’ significant others, it made sense why the pair wasn’t a couple; they fit in so well with their own partners. Roman and Patton were that sickeningly cute couple who did romantic things like bring each other flowers and kiss under the mistletoe during Christmas. Meanwhile, Janus and Logan were more reserved, their hands usually settled in each other’s or on the other’s lap, but their love was just as obvious as the other couple’s.

But this year was more mellow. Just the six of them, in Logan and Janus’ tiny apartment, with way too much food. It was pleasant, but it was still a lot for Virgil’s brain. It had been a long year, full of anxiety attacks and dropping out of college. But his friends had been there the whole time, and when Remus moved back to town, he joined the foray.

Remus had startled Virgil from the very moment they met. He was basically a carbon copy of Roman, but he had a twirly mustache and a grey streak in his hair. And where Roman wore reds and whites, Remus lived in greens and blacks, in his spiked leather jacket and combat boots. His piercings would glint under the lights of any room he was in, and Virgil was captivated. But as wild as Remus was, as dirty of jokes he would tell and as loud as he could be, he was understanding and kind towards Virgil’s anxiety. He’d soften his voice, he’d distract Virgil with random facts, and he’d take Virgil’s cold hands in his warm ones whenever the emo needed it. Virgil couldn’t have avoided the fall for Remus, and it was absolutely terrifying.

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“Vee? You in here?” Remus’ voice called out as he stepped back inside from the cold balcony. The others were excitedly counting down, only a few minutes until midnight were left, but Virgil had excused himself a while ago, and Remus was concerned. He peeked into the tiny kitchen to find the black-clad man sitting on one of the countertops, his headphones over his ears as his head leaned back on the cabinets. He seemed… peaceful.

Remus tilted his head, a smile tugging at his lips, his eyes softening at the sight of the anxious man in a moment of calm. He wasn’t sure how to alert the man of his presence, but thankfully Virgil’s eyes opened slowly and settled over him until green eyes met gray ones, and headphones were slid off. 

“Hey, Vee, you doing ok?” Remus asked, stepping a bit closer to the counter. Remus was the tallest of the group (much to Roman’s dismay), so he was still eye-level with Virgil, who was fairly short when he was standing firmly on the ground. Virgil just shrugged in response, his eyes flicking out the window, where he could see the lights of the handheld fireworks and hear the laughter of his friends.

“A little bit of sensory overload, I’ll be alright,” Virgil responded, and Remus nodded, carding a hand through his hair. Virgil felt a bit guilty for dragging Remus away from the fun. “You should go back out there, be with them when the clock strikes.” Remus laughed, a high pitched tone that made Virgil’s heartbeat speed up. 

“Please, they’re all going to be making out at midnight, I don’t want to be an awkward fifth wheel,” he said lightly, and Virgil chewed on his lower lip, his mind wandering, wondering what it would be like to kiss Remus at midnight. Would his mustache tickle Virgil’s upper lip? Would Remus like his hair tugged or back gripped? Would he grab his hips? The possibilities were endless, but impossible.

A particularly loud boom shook the apartment, and Virgil jumped, his head hitting the cabinet a bit hard. Instantly Remus was right there, one hand on Virgil’s knee, the other on the back of his head, rubbing softly.

“Shit,” Virgil mumbled, his face turning bright red from being in such proximity to Remus. “I’m okay, I just… got startled.” Remus didn’t move, though, letting his fingers tangle in Virgil’s purple hair, pulling him until their eyes met. He could hear the final minute countdown outside, only forty-five seconds to go until a new year hit.

“Virgil, I want to ask your permission for this before I just jump in, cause I know you get anxious about this kind of thing,” Remus started, and Virgil bit the inside of his lip nervously. “I want to kiss you at midnight. And not just because you and I are the only ones here who are single and don’t have anyone to kiss, but… I want to kiss you at midnight on New Year’s because I want to start the year off doing something I want to do all year. I want to kiss you on January 1st but also on March 19th and September 23rd and December 31st and every single day in between.”

10…

“I know it’s terrifying, I’m scared too, but… I want this more than anything else, Virgil.”

5…

Virgil leaned forward until their foreheads met, their fringes combining into one. “Kiss me, you fool, kiss me now and tomorrow and every day.”

Happy New Year!

Remus slotted himself between Virgil’s legs perfectly, his arms gripping onto the anxious man’s waist as their lips met for the first time, hastily and needily. Virgil pulled Remus closer, his hands fisting against the battered green shirt that Remus was wearing, and he didn’t care that he needed to breathe. Breathing was secondary now. Only Remus’ lips on his mattered.

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Virgil stirred, his eyes opening slowly to find himself asleep on the couch, warm arms surrounding him. He blinked a bit, yawning, and a chuckle came from behind him. “You’re awake just in time for the countdown, babe,” Remus said softly, his fingers trailing through Virgil’s hair. It had grown even longer over the past year, and Remus loved it so much, his fingers were always tangled in it or braiding it.

“How much time is left?” Virgil asked sleepily, shifting around in Remus’ arms until they were facing each other. His question was answered when he heard a faint shout of 10! coming from the apartment next door, and he smiled, taking Remus’ face in one of his hands. “We started this year with a kiss, seems like it worked pretty well for us.”

“Seems so, emo,” Remus smirked, leaning in until their lips met softly, the fireworks booming all across the city.

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[vindicatedvirgil]

Sides+ Remus snaps them in mini skirts+reaction=?

at first i was really unsure of what to do with this. so i decided to make this just a fun little crack thing, i hope that’s okay.

includes: Prinxiety, Logicality, and Demus. lots of skirts.

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Roman

Roman’s reaction to the skirt was exactly what Remus had expected. When the Duke snapped his twin into a red mini skirt, the Prince instantly twirled around, allowing himself to feel glamorous and wondrous. Remus couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the audacity of his twin, but allowed him to stay in the skirt for the rest of the day. He definitely made sure to mock Virgil for his reaction, though; the anxious side’s eyes were wider than he’d ever seen them and focused on the legs of the Prince.

Patton

Remus almost didn’t do it, afraid of how Patton (and the others) would react to the moral side being snapped into a mini skirt, but he decided to do it anyways. Once Patton was in the khaki miniskirt, though, his whole face lit up, and he snapped again to add some knee-high socks. Remus heard Logan choking behind him, and they all turned to see the logical side beet red and unable to stop looking at the chunky thighs of the father figure. Remus would make sure to get a proper thank-you from both of them, but that’d come later.

Logan

By the time that Remus got to Logan, the logical side saw it coming. The black mini skirt was perfect for tucking in the black polo, and Logan thought for a moment before snapping into black tights. Remus was a bit disappointed but not surprised at the development, but noticed later that Logan had been standing in front of a mirror for a while, admiring himself. Good, Remus thought. He needs to give himself more love.

Virgil

Frankly, Remus was terrified of what the anxious side’s reaction to the skirt would be, but he was already almost done with his trip around the mindspace and he really wanted to see his twin flustered at Virgil in a skirt. It was a dark purple skirt, and he was even kind enough to snap the stormcloud into some black knee-high tights, knowing that maybe he’d be appreciated for it. The sound that came from Roman’s throat was one that Remus really didn’t want to remember, but he liked seeing the blush and smile on Virgil’s face. He considered it a win.

Janus

“I know what you’re doing, Re,” the snake’s voice from behind Remus startled him, and he spun around to see Janus standing there, already in a yellow skirt to match the colors of his coat. Remus pouted a little, sad that he didn’t get to snap the deceitful side into a skirt, but he still stepped up to his boyfriend, his hands resting on the hips of the snake. “You’re not as awful as everyone makes you out to be, and if no one else can see that, I do.” The deceitful side dipped his head down, capturing Remus’ lips in a kiss; Remus, for once, did not try to stick his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. Maybe later, he thought.

Remus

He stood in front of the mirror in his room, having recently cleaned the grime off of it so he could see himself properly. The skirt hung around his hips almost loosely, and he admired himself a bit, his hands running down his bare thighs. A lesson in love, perhaps. It was intriguing to him, using his intrusive abilities to help those around him feel more comfortable in their skin, to have their partners appreciate them a bit more than usual. Remus cracked a smile at himself in the mirror, then snapped his fingers, and all of the skirts melted away. 

Maybe next week he’d try dresses.

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[vindicatedvirgil]

moceit week day 2: aftermath / you are not alone in the aftermath

summary: a few days after the wedding, janus checks in on patton.

ship: platonic moceit

other characters involved: all other sides are briefly mentioned

word count: 666 (that was not intentional at all)

warnings: n/a

this was written for moceit week 2021, for the day 2 prompt of “aftermath”

@moceit-appreciation-week @moceit @doublejoywilson

this is a songfic using the song “aftermath” by adam lambert

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have you lost your way?

livin' in the shadow of the messes that you made

and so it goes

everything inside your circle starts to overflow

Janus hated looking at his reflection in the mirror. He hated looking at himself; it was why he had always covered up every inch of skin he could. It was why his favorite item of clothing was his yellow gloves. Taking one of them off and revealing a part of himself was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.

The hardest thing he’d ever had to do was knock on Patton’s door. He gave it a few days, allowed Patton time to comfort and do his dad-like thing of taking care of Roman and Logan. Janus hid in the shadows and didn’t interact with anyone - not even Remus, who was searching for him. But, three days after the wedding, Janus stood in front of the white door, his gloved fist hesitating.

What if it didn’t open when he knocked on it?

What if Patton yelled at him, however unlikely that scenario was?

What if…

take a step before you leap

into the colors that you seek

you give back what you give away

so don't look back on yesterday

Janus knocked. Just twice, and softly. He brought his hand back to his side and stood rigid, staring at the door, willing it to open. He tensed his jaw after a few moments, realizing that maybe Patton didn’t want to let anyone in, and that maybe he’d have to be okay with that. Janus raised his fist once more, but just as he was about to knock once more, the door opened slightly, and a disheveled head of hair above tear-filled eyes peered through the crack.

“Decei— sorry. Janus. What is it, kiddo?” Patton asked, straightening up a bit, blinking at the snakelike side. Janus frowned, realizing he should have come sooner. Patton was in a worse state than he had thought.

“Can I come in, Patton?” Janus asked plainly, their eyes meeting. He could tell that Patton wanted to say no, but instead the moral side opened the door more and stepped aside, allowing for enough room for Janus to step inside. He heard the door close softly, then watched as Patton padded his way over to sit on the edge of his unmade bed.

The state of Patton’s room was… not great. Clothes littered the floor and furniture, and the memorabilia that usually inhabited the shelves was knocked over or piled into sections on the bed. Patton was in about the same state, his hoodie completely on rather than just on his shoulders, and instead of khakis he was wearing blue sweats and pink socks.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” Janus instructed, eyes focusing on the tremble in Patton’s lower lip. “If you lie, I’ll know. But I’m here to listen.”

wanna scream out, no more hiding

don't be afraid of what's inside

gonna tell ya you'll be alright

in the aftermath

And so Janus listened. He sat beside Patton on the bed, their sides pressed together as Patton recounted the past few days’ events: how it took some coaxing, but he finally was able to enter Roman’s room and do his best to comfort the creative side. How Logan was even more hesitant to let the fatherly figure in, and how, finally, Patton had returned to his room, finding it had decided to represent how the moral side truly felt.

Janus allowed Patton to curl into his side, tears leaking onto his capelet; he didn’t mind. Patton always was the one who comforted others, but he never let himself be comforted. And Janus was more than happy to provide.

Things would get better, eventually. But difficult situations still happened, and whenever Patton’s room began to resemble a tornado, Janus would appear, ready to listen.

anytime anybody pulls you down

anytime anybody says you're not allowed

just remember you are not alone

in the aftermath

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[vindicatedvirgil]

moceit week 2021: day 4 / gift shop first!

summary: janus and patton go on a trip to the zoo.

ship: QPR moceit (janus is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns)

other characters involved: n/a

word count: 402

warnings: n/a

this was written for moceit week 2021, for the day 4 prompt of “animal”

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“Janus, where on earth are you driving me?” Patton asked, once again trying to reach up to take the blindfold off, but he felt Janus’ soft hand pull it back down, their fingers interlocking together.

“I promise it is on earth, yes,” Janus responded, voice clearly amused. Patton sighed, leaning back into his seat more. “Look, do you trust that I would only take you someplace good?”

“...I trust you, Jan,” Patton murmured, and the pair fell into a quiet kind of peace. About fifteen minutes later, Janus let go of their partner’s hand and put the car into park. “Are we there?”

“We’re here,” Janus whispered, and Patton felt their hands come up to take off the blindfold, then slide his glasses back onto his freckled face. When Patton blinked into focus, he saw the zoo entrance. “Ta-da?”

“...you remembered,” Patton was in awe, something that he had mentioned to Janus long ago, before they became partners, was that he loved going to the zoo, but he hadn’t gone since he was a child. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I can’t believe that you think I’d forget something so important,” Janus teased, getting out of the car. They winked at Patton, then stretched their arms as they waited for Patton to gather his things and get out of the car. Once he did, the pair walked towards the entrance, and Janus slid two tickets to the teller. “What do you want to see first?”

“Hmm… pandas?” Patton suggested, since they both adored the lazy creatures, and Janus had even gifted Patton with a panda onesie over the holidays. Janus pursed their lips, then nodded, but instead of heading that direction, they pulled Patton towards the gift shop. “Jan, we’re supposed to buy souvenirs last,” he giggled. Janus ignored him, letting go of their grip on Patton’s hand and wandered around the gift shop, eyes focused. Patton glanced around, eyes landing on a yellow snake that had velcro so it stays wrapped around someone’s neck, and he smiled, grabbing it off the stand. “Perfect.”

“You? Yeah. You’re right,” Janus murmured, popping up behind Patton. They were holding a stuffed blue frog. “Oh good, another snake for my collection.”

“You’re one to talk, getting me another blue frog,” Patton nudged his partner, laughing. “Maybe we can find something with a panda that we can share.”

“That sounds like a good idea to me.”

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[vindicatedvirgil]

soulmate september / day twenty-two: glow-in-the-dark stars

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Day Twenty-Two: When you close your own eyes, you can see what your soulmate sees.

Summary: Logan was positive that he didn’t have a soulmate, or that everyone around him was making up the whole thing. Virgil kept his eyes closed as much as he possibly could, because when he did, he saw what his soulmate saw.

Ship: Analogical (Virgil x Logan)

word count: 847

(big thanks to Danni from Discord for helping me figure out what ship to write for this and for the idea with the glow in the dark stars on Logan’s ceiling. i heart you both with my heart.)

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Logan was taught from a very young age that when you close your eyes, you see what your soulmate is looking at. His parents would use this to their advantage when doing grocery shopping or attending school productions or events. But whenever Logan closed his eyes, all he saw was darkness. Nothing was there, and as he grew older, he began to think that he didn’t have a soulmate.

Perhaps the whole concept of soulmates was a trick told by parents, like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy, to make their children believe that love was real and that there would always be someone out there who loved you, who was meant for you. Maybe Logan was doomed to never have someone love him more than life itself, to have someone to hold in the middle of the night as they gazed at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

Those stars followed him throughout his whole life, from his childhood bedroom to his college dorms and finally into his bedroom of his own apartment, one he moved into once he began working at the local observatory. Every night, he’d lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling of intricately organized glow-in-the-dark stars, mimicking the way the sky looks on his birthday, and hoped that maybe his inklings were wrong. That maybe the stars would be kinder to him tomorrow, that he’d close his eyes and see what his destiny would be.

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Virgil was born blind. He didn’t mind it too much, since his dad was always there for him and when he focused on the movements of closing his eyes, he saw stars. Specifically, glow-in-the-dark stars on his soulmate’s ceiling. His soulmate spent a lot of time looking at those stars on their ceiling, at stars in books, at doodles of stars in the margins of his school notes. As Virgil and his soulmate grew older, he noticed the stars followed them everywhere.

He wanted to meet the man he had watched grow up through the mirror. The man was tall, thin, and had black framed glasses around his bright blue eyes. He wore lots of button-up shirts and ties and sweaters, and Virgil loved him for the encouraging smile he would give himself as he adjusted his tie every morning.

But Virgil didn’t know how to find him. How do you find someone you’ve only seen when your eyes are closed, and you can’t see when they’re “open”? He finally asked his friends Janus and Remus (who were lucky to find each other in elementary school) for help in finding his soulmate. He would focus on the surroundings of his soulmate, trying to read the signs and describing everything he saw to his friends. Finally, they realized it was an observatory, so they started by going to the one closest to them. Maybe they’d be lucky.

Virgil described him in as much detail as possible, down to the exact things the man was wearing that day, and the trio walked around the observatory for a bit when Janus finally came to a halt.

“Virgil, focus. What does he see right now?” Janus asked, eyes focused ahead.

“I see…” he took a deep breath, focusing on what his soulmate saw. “Three guys, one on each side of…”

“Does the one on the left have a mustache? And the other is wearing a hat?” Remus asked quietly, for once not making jokes or saying inappropriate things.

“He’s here,” Virgil breathed out. He decided to step forward, towards the man. “Excuse me, do you work here?”

Logan’s eyes focused on the man in front of him. “Yes, I do. How can I help you?”

“This is going to sound really weird, but… I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate. I can see myself right now,” he said. 

“I don’t have a soulmate,” the man said coldly. “When I close my eyes, I see nothing.”

“I’m blind,” Virgil explained quietly. “You have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling. You have ever since you were a child. I know because I’ve been looking at them for my entire life, too.” Logan thought all of the air would be forced from his lungs as the words hit him at full force.

“What’s your name?” He asked the man standing before him. He watched as hands gripped his arms, and a smile crossed the man’s face. 

“I’m Virgil,” he said, and Logan thought the name was the most beautiful he’d ever heard. “And you are…?”

“I’m Logan.”

-

Logan slipped into bed beside Virgil, his arms wrapping around his boyfriend gently. “You still awake, starlight?” He asked quietly, and he felt Virgil nod, then snuggle closer into his chest.

“Will you look up at the ceiling for me?” Virgil asked, as he did every night. Logan smiled, adjusting so he looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, but during the day he had changed them around. Virgil shifted, and then a gasp left his mouth. “Logan… what did you do?”

In the stars, Logan had spelled out Will You Marry Me?

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[vindicatedvirgil]

moceit week 2021: day 1 / peanut butter cookies for chaos

summary: patton has been trying to gain remus’ trust, but janus reminds him that these things take time. for once, the deceitful side shows that he can be compassionate.

ship: platonic moceit

other characters involved: remus, with brief mentions of virgil

word count: 525

warnings: extensive food mentions, brief mention of cryptid videos

this was written for moceit week 2021, for the day 1 prompt of “baking”

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“What are you doing?” Janus leaned over the kitchen island, a smirk covering his snakelike features, eyes glued on Patton. The moral side was donned in a blue plaid apron and he held a bowl of batter close to his chest, stirring gently. “I smell peanut butter… you’re making those cookies for Remus again, aren’t you?” Patton rolled his eyes at the deceitful side, but smiled softly.

“He loves them. Every time I hand him a plate of the cookies, he… he smiles at me, but not that chaotic smile… it’s like… like he feels like he belongs,” he explained, and Janus sighed, settling onto a barstool, leaning his chin into his palm. “I know what you’re going to say-”

“You can’t win his love with food, Patton,” Janus said, tone flat, and Patton’s hand faltered over the batter. “These things take time… Remus is more hesitant than Virgil sometimes.” For once, Patton wished that Janus would lie, that he would tell him that everything was going to be okay with Remus. It had been weeks of trying to give Remus his favorite cookies, gift him with weird things from the yard that he found while gardening, and even sitting through cryptid videos with the creative side (and Virgil, who usually kept a distance from Remus but made an exception sometimes).

“I know it takes time… it took a long time for Virgil to open up to me too,” Patton could recall trying to reach out to the anxious side, the number of times the battered door was shut in his face. He felt so helpless, sometimes he still did, but at least Virgil didn’t shut him out… most of the time. Thinking about it made him want to find the emo and give him a hug. “Just because it’s going to take a lot of time and effort doesn’t mean I’m going to give up on him, Janus.” The deceitful side sighed again, then nodded.

“I didn’t say you would, I know better than to expect you’d ever give up on someone,” he responded plainly, then he pursed his lips. “Want a dough taste-tester?”

“There are eggs in it already!” Patton protested, but Janus smirked, rolling his eyes.

“You’re right, I totally care about that, given that we’re not real and all,” he chuckled, getting off of the barstool and approaching Patton. He took a piece of the dough with two fingers and ate it before Patton could protest. “Let me guess, you’re going to roll it out and make it into shapes you think Remus would like.”

“...are you sure you’re not the mind-reading side, Janus?” Patton narrowed his eyes at the other, pulling the bowl away from the snake’s grasp before he could get more of the dough.

“I’m sure. You’re just really easy to read.”

-

Patton stood outside Remus’ door, the memories of similar moments with Virgil flashing through his mind. His hand, about to knock, hesitated just before it met the door, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Glancing over, he saw Janus, for once giving an encouraging smile. Patton nodded, then finally knocked.

The door opened.

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[vindicatedvirgil]

moceit week 2021: day 7 / the softest echo could be enough for me to make it through

summary: one year. one question. one answer… but depression likes to get in the way sometimes.

ship: romantic moceit

other characters involved: n/a

word count: 1181

warnings: mentions of depressive episode, mentions of food/alcohol

this was written for moceit week 2021, for the day 7 prompt of “anniversary”

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this is a sequel connected to day three!

title is a line from “bandito” by twenty one pilots.

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Janus glanced around the living room; everything had to be perfect. Everything. The soft music playing in the background was a playlist full of songs that were playing on his first date with Patton, the songs they danced to and laughed to and had their first kiss to. He had lit candles all around the room, and there were two glasses of the same red wine they had drank on their first date. Janus was dressed in a black suit, save for a yellow tie, and he stood in front of the mirror by the front door, toying with his hair.

It had been exactly one year since that first date, since Patton worried so much that he had ruined things. But despite how awkward things were that first night, how concerned they both were that things could go wrong… everything had worked out so beautifully. And even though it was scary, things moved quickly; by six months they had moved into an apartment together.

And now Janus stood near the front door to that apartment, waiting for Patton to return home from work. He would be home any minute, and Janus could wait no longer. It was clear to him after only three dates that Patton was the man for him, for forever, and he knew now was the time - tonight was the night.

Janus heard the jangle of keys on the other side of the door, then their clattering and a muffled, frustrated cuss from Patton. Janus frowned; that wasn’t normal. He reached for the handle and turned it, opening the door to find Patton on his knees, face in his hands, soft sobbing leaving his body.

“Darling, come here, I’ve got you,” Janus murmured, his hands settling on his boyfriend, trying to get him to stand up. It was slow going, but eventually Patton was on his feet, leaning against the taller man. All thoughts of the proposal out of his mind, Janus only cared about taking care of his love. “Hey, shh, come on, let’s get your bag down and shoes off, then a bath, ok? Looks like you had a rough day, you need to relax.” Patton nodded, slipping his shoes off and letting Janus slip the messenger bag off of his shoulder. Patton’s eyes swept over the apartment, realization dawning on him almost instantly, and the tears started again.

“It’s our anniversary, I-” He fumbled over his words, trying to wipe his tears away with his sweater sleeve. “I had something for you, and I left it at work, and-”

“Hey, no, it’s okay baby, that doesn’t matter now. I’m gonna blow out all these candles, run you a bath, and order an extra cheesy pizza,” Janus said warmly, guiding Patton through the apartment to the bathroom. “We can celebrate another night,” he said softly.

“I’m so sorry, Janus… it’s just… bad brain day,” Patton explained, even though Janus didn’t need to hear an explanation. Having a significant other with depression prepared him for this, being able to comfort and take care of Patton after a long day was more important than anything else.

“It’s alright, darling,” Janus let go of Patton and started the faucet, allowing the tub to fill slowly. He poured in some of Patton’s favorite lavender scent, the smell enveloping the room. “I’m going to go get your fuzzy onesie and something to wear under it, ok? Get in when you’re ready.” He pressed a kiss to Patton’s temple, and began to leave the restroom, but Patton’s faint voice made him stop.

“Thank you, Janus. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janus replied, shooting a smile back to Patton. He padded back out into the living room, and went around blowing out all of the candles, then turned off the music. Then he went into the bedroom and got the clothes for Patton, and while he was in there, Janus changed out of his suit into some black joggers and a soft yellow sweater.

By the time he returned to the restroom, Patton was lounging in the tub, eyes closed. Janus set the clothes on the sink and stepped out again. He grabbed his phone from the kitchen and quickly placed a mobile order for Patton’s favorite pizza: lots of cheese. Janus set his phone down as he heard the tub start to drain, so he poked his head back into the bathroom to see Patton zipping up the onesie.

“Hey, feeling any better?” Janus asked hesitantly, eyes focused on Patton, who nodded, then frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“You looked so nice in your suit, and I… I ruined everything, didn’t I?” Patton asked hesitantly, fingers twisting in front of him. Janus quickly surged forward, taking Patton’s hands in his own, bringing them up to kiss.

“You have ruined nothing, my love. You’re more important than anything, even celebrating an anniversary with the cheesiest things I could think of,” Janus murmured, and Patton smiled weakly. “Come on, let’s go in and put on a Disney film, ok?”

“Lilo and Stitch,” Patton responded, and Janus nodded, lacing his fingers with Patton’s, leading his boyfriend into the living room. The two sat on the couch and while Janus started to navigate towards where to watch the film, Patton glanced around, eyes landing on the small, pale blue box on the coffee table. “What’s this…?” He reached out for it, and Janus yelped, trying to grab it first.

“Nothing! Nothing. It’s not important, just uh, a box,” Janus lied, finally securing the box in his own hands. Patton raised an eyebrow, nudging Janus’ shoulder.

“Ask me,” he said suddenly, and Janus’ jaw dropped, along with the ring box. “Go ahead. It doesn’t need to be… romantic and perfect. Our relationship started off with an awkward date and I constantly think that I’m screwing up, but… clearly that’s not the case.” Patton smiled, eyes shining with happy tears. “So. Ask me, Janus.”

“I… are you sure?” Janus asked, meeting Patton’s eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or falsehood in the blue orbs, but he found none. Nodding, he moved onto the floor, grabbing the ring box, and shifted so he was on one knee in front of Patton. “I had this whole speech prepared, you know? How I’ve wanted to do this since our third date, how you are… everything to me, Patton… but words can’t… I can’t…” Janus sighed, and Patton giggled, settling one of his hands on Janus’ cheek. “The important thing is… that I love you. Desperately, and without deceit. And if I get to spend my life comforting you when you’re depressed, if… I get to wake up with you in my arms each morning… then I’ll live the happiest life I could ever possibly imagine.”

“I don’t hear a question,” Patton teased, but the tears were streaming down his face, and he was smiling so bright, that Janus swore he would go blind.

“Patton… I love you. So much. And…” he glanced down, opening the ring box with shaky fingers. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will, Janus.”

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[vindicatedvirgil]

moceit week 2021: day 6 / in your strong embrace

summary: janus is always cold, but thankfully he has a very strong boyfriend to keep him warm.

ship: (pre-established) romantic moceit

other characters involved: n/a

word count: 459

warnings: brief mention of food

this was written for moceit week 2021, for the day 6 prompt of “warmth”

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“Patton,” Janus whined, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen. He held his arms tightly around himself, a pout on his lips. “I’m cold.” Patton, who was stirring something in a big bowl, stopped what he was doing and wiped his hands off on a towel. He spun around, then took two large steps towards his small boyfriend.

“Let me warm you up, baby,” he said softly, his arms quickly wrapping around Janus, pulling him into an embrace. Janus let out a contented sigh, his arms wrapping around Patton’s neck, the warmth of his boyfriend enveloping him.

“You’re so warm,” Janus mumbled, a fog of relaxation overcoming him. “Can I use you as a heater?” He asked sleepily, and Patton chuckled, nuzzling his face into Janus’ curly hair. Janus pushed himself as close to Patton as possible, face resting against Patton’s chest.

“I’m gonna set you on the counter for just a moment, alright? I’ve got to let this bread rise and I have a few chores I need to get done, but you can stay wrapped in my arms all day if you’d like,” the taller man said, and Janus nodded into Patton’s chest. Patton responded by lifting Janus up and carrying him further into the kitchen, then set down his small boyfriend onto the counter.

“Don’t let go yet,” Janus gripped the front of Patton’s shirt into his fist, wrapping his legs tightly around Patton’s waist, trying to sap as much heat as possible from Patton’s body. “You’re so soft and warm, I don’t want to let go.”

“Okay, just a bit more before I have to let go, but I promise as soon as I finish what I’m doing I’ll have my arms right back around you, ok?” Patton’s voice was slow and sweet, like honey dripping into hot tea, and it soothed Janus into nodding softly.

Patton kept his promise; he let go of Janus after a few moments, then quickly finished with the bread dough, finally settling it into a bowl and covering it with a towel. Once he had wiped off the sink and cleaned his hands, he slotted himself right back between Janus’ legs, burying his face in his boyfriend’s neck.

“Warm,” Janus murmured. “Love you.”

“Love you too, baby. Hold on tight, I gotta change out the laundry,” Patton instructed, and Janus looped his arms around Patton’s neck and legs around his waist, and Patton easily lifted him up and carried him around the house, to the laundry room.

“Snuggle after?” Janus asked softly as he sat atop the dryer, watching Patton move the laundry from one appliance to the next. Patton smiled softly at Janus, nodding.

“Yeah. Snuggle time sounds good.” He leaned in, allowing their lips to press together.

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