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Always

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#fic #fanfic #usually its about roman #sorry roman

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Adorable!

Returning the favor (for if you’re doing prompts!)

Parents Virgil and Logan trying to wrangle kids Roman and Remus!

Virgil felt like screaming, not that anyone would hear it over the noise of his adopted twins, Roman and Remus, running around, shrieking with their shrill little voices and stomping their little feet on the apartment floor, rattling the knicknacks on the bookshelves and threatening their elbows with every turn around the coffee table.

Virgil stood at the end of the couch, pulling at his hair, trying to figure out how he could possibly get these two hurricanes to be quiet before he had a panic attack. Really, he thought, they weren’t necessarily doing anything wrong, they were just being their noisy, energetic, four-year-old selves. So he had to make sure they knew they weren’t being punished.

But a whimper and a scream were building up inside of him simultaneously, giving him a stomachache, and he had to do something before someone got hurt.

He jumped when there were suddenly hands over his, gently disentangling his fingers from his hair. He turned, and his shoulders relaxed slightly. “Logan,” he breathed as the knot loosened in his stomach.

Logan smiled gently at him, then moved around him and past the couch into the whirlwind of boys. He caught Roman, then Remus, scooping the whooping and giggling and squirming boys in each arm. He carried them around the coffee table and dropped them on the couch, holding them in place with a gentle but firm hand on their stomach. He looked at them both, keeping a slightly stern expression that they would both recognize. Within a few moments, they had mostly quieted down, still puffing from running around and still fidgeting a bit. Roman smiled and said, “Hi Father!” while Remus blew a raspberry.

“Hello Roman. Hello Remus. I am glad to see you are both well, and I would love to hear about your day, but first, do you remember when I told you about Daddy’s curse?”

The boys stiffened and their eyes flicked to Virgil, who’s brow creased in confusion.

“You mean from the Dragon Witch?” Roman said, now very serious. Even Remus was looking more intently at Logan.

Logan nodded. “Yes. The Dragon Witch cursed Daddy, and I still haven’t found a counter-curse. It’s affecting him a lot today, do you remember what that means?”

“Ummmmm…” both boys said uncertainly.

“OH! It means we need to close the curtains!” Roman said suddenly, which seemed to jog Remus’s memory, as he then said, “And get Daddy a blanket!”

“And?” Logan prompted.

“Ummm…” The boys looked at a loss.

Logan smiled gently. “It means you need to be more quiet so he can rest.”

“Ohhhhhh…” They said softly. Then they looked up at Virgil and smiled. Remus mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key, which Roman saw and quickly did the same. Virgil chuckled, though he was still a bit confused.

“Now,” said Logan, drawing back the boys’ attention. “Go take care of the curtains and the blankets, and I’ll take care of the rest, okay?”

The boys nodded enthusiastically, and he let them go. They sprang into action, pounding around the room, though no longer shrieking. Roman rushed to the window and closed the blinds. Remus came over to Virgil and grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the couch and made him sit down, then both boys hurried to pile any blanket they could find on top of him.

Once they were done, they went to their room and closed the door, and Virgil could hear toys being played with. Logan came out from the kitchen, where he had disappeared to while the boys were running around, with a couple mugs of tea, and chuckled at the mountain of blankets swamping a bewildered-looking Virgil. He set the mugs down and helped Virgil set himself up more practically on the couch.

“What was that all about, L?”

“Mm?”

“A ‘Dragon Witch’s curse’?”

“Ah, yes. Well, I wasn’t sure Roman and Remus would quite understand the complexity of mental illness and anxiety yet, but they do seem to understand curses and spells and witches. So I took what they know and applied it to their life, namely, you. I explained that you were ‘cursed’ that sometimes light is too bright and sounds are too loud and space is too much for you, so you need dark and quiet and closeness, hence blinds and quiet and blankets, things they could remember and understand. They understood it very well, which makes me wonder if they would have understood it as a mental illness, but that can be an experiment for another day—”

“Logan,” Virgil interrupted.

Logan looked up from his tea.

“You’re amazing.” He leaned over and kissed his husband, gently, but lovingly, caringly the tastes of their teas intermingling.

#ts logan #ts virgil #ts roman #ts remus #creativitwins #sanders sides

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i.. cannot draw medieval clothing so i just kinda made it up i’m very sorry

but they’re in love ok that’s all that matters

medieval princes au for @virgil-on-crofters​

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1. Inside Out

2. Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs

3. Ponyo

4. My Neighbor Totoro

This is a combination of movies I grew up on and movies that I love now because of their symbolism and storytelling.

this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that you’re always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now we’ve realised everyone’s version of “comfort” is hilariously different

#its just whatever movie makes your brain go brrr! theres no rhyme or reason just warm fuzzy feelings #movies #comfort

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This kinda makes me sad, my fics have started to grow in length so i hope this doesn’t interfere. If it does, i recently made an ao3 for a long-form fic i’m writing so i might begin to write a lot on there as well.

so. FUN FACT

tumblr is apparently rolling out a beta for a new post editor that essentially makes it so there are no longer post “types” (text post, audio post, photo post, etc.), and instead all types of content are better integrated into a single post. pretty neat, right?

…until you read the fine print.

The maximum number of total content blocks allowed in a single post is 250.

i emailed support and asked whether each paragraph counts as a content block. i received this reply:

SO. each paragraph counts as a content block, and i’m only allowed 250 content blocks in one post. the solution provided was to reformat my fics by using shift+enter after every paragraph instead of simply enter. which is already unnecessarily annoying in of itself, but then you come to the second hurdle: 

The maximum character length of a single text block is 4096 characters.

so–what?? besides spending my time writing thousands upon thousands of words, i’m expected to copy-paste it and then reformat everything, counting every single one of those words to make sure they fit within the restrictions? or i’m supposed to chop my fics up into multiple parts, even when i don’t want to? how exactly are writers supposed to write on this platform?? as you all know, my style tends to run pretty dialogue-heavy, so i start new paragraphs (and, thus, content blocks!!!) pretty damn often. i did a quick check, and let it snow, at almost 19k, is 550 paragraphs. with this new system, i would be forced to upload it in three (3!!!!!) posts! even my shortest chapter of ego, at 8.8k, is 350 paragraphs, and i’d have to split it in two.

this is honestly a formatting nightmare as a writer, and this is a decision that is liable to drive content creators away from the site and change fandom culture as a whole. 

please. if you enjoy reading content on this site and want to continue enjoying content on this site, please don’t let tumblr make things harder for writers! since the tumblr team is supposedly eager to hear what everyone thinks, it would really help if you could message support and share your concern about the issue–maybe we can stop this disaster before it starts.

#honestly if they're going to make it that hard for me to share my work #i may have to find another platform #and i know other people will feel the same 🤷🏽‍♀️ #sanders sides #thomas sanders #fanfiction #ts roman #ts virgil #ts logan

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Marks and Rec: Misc #2260

(Thanks, dad.) (Dialogue from this post.)

#life lessons with fictional dad #sanders sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #incorrect quotes #anxiety sanders #morality sanders #vid: the return of the jam! #ts spoilers

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OH the Roman angst was deeeep under the surface and I’m here for it.

I live for Roman angst. 

I like that Return of the Jam kept up the traditions of Crofters the Musical - Short, silly, hiding a mountain of Roman angst just beneath the surface, jam puns, etc

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the Sides + their jams!

#food tw #ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers #thomas sanders #sanders sides #i want some aaah

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This is going to be a meme.

I swear on Crofters, this will be a meme.

Also, my username is applicable now 🥳

I have never loved him more 

#virgil on crofters #like on the jar #get it #haha #ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers #sanders sides #thomas sanders

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When we got a massive snowstorm in my state this morning and were still able to run everything, it really put all of this in perspective of how bad things are in texas. Wishing all the love and support for texans 💖

for fellow austins and the rest of texas

fuck ERCOT

Don’t use a gas oven to heat your home or run your car in the garage

Carbon monoxide kills you so quick. Please all do not do this.

Drip both hot and cold on all faucets + open the cupboards that house the pipes because if you don’t your pipes will burst and you’ll have massive flooding.

#texas #texas power outage #texas snow

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Give me Roman in a dress ANY DAY OF THE WEEK and I will be content for the rest of the day.

Finally got around to coloring that sketch of Roman. All the folds were really fun to draw and color.

#sanders sides #ts roman #ts roman art #sanders sides art #art #sanders sides roman

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I don’t need to be called out like this

Me: I want the next chapter of my fic to be out…

My brain: So write it. 

Me: 

#sanders sides #fanfiction #writing

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Recovery and Cuddles

Hi! This was a little fluff idea I had a while back and I finally wrote it! It’s a bit shorter than normal but I have a multiple part thing coming up so, stay tuned!

Genre: Human!AU Fluff (little bit of angst at the start)

Pairings: Logicality

Warnings: Hospital, mentions of surgery, recovery from surgery, light crying

Word Count: 1038

Enjoy :)

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Even though Logan sometimes missed living alone, that night was one of the several times that made him glad to live with his boyfriend since high-school, Patton. 

They’d only been living together for two months the night when Patton woke up, wailing in pain with his hands clutched over his abdomen. Despite Patton’s insistence that he was fine, Logan threw on some jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket he was certain was Patton’s before carrying him to the car and driving him to the Emergency Room.

Twelve hours later, Logan was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, hands clasping his boyfriend’s jacket in his lap as he waited for Patton to get out of surgery for his appendicitis. Beside him was a bag he’d left briefly to grab, knowing they were going to be at the hospital for a while. He hadn’t slept, the three empty coffee cups on the table beside him serving as evidence for his sleep depravity. But no matter how tired he was, he couldn’t rest easy without knowing his boyfriend was alright. He sighed as he checked his watch, nearly two in the afternoon already. Patton had been in surgery since noon, so Logan was hopeful he’d get to see his baby soon.

Those hopes came true in about twenty minutes when a doctor came out, still in full scrubs from being in the operating room. Logan was motioned over and as they walked down the hall, the quiet sound of Logan’s sneakers clicking on the tile of the hallway underlying their conversation, the doctor showed Logan’s some information on Patton’s charts, “Mr. Foster’s surgery went well and he’s in a recovery room just up ahead. Since everything went to plan he’ll most likely discharge the day after tomorrow..”

Logan gave a professional smile as they approached Patton’s room, he nodded and took a deep breath, “Right, thank you.”

The doctor nodded, wandering down the hallway as Logan turned his attention to the door, taking a deep breath before going inside.

Patton was laying in the bed in a standard hospital gown, white with some blue checks on it, and an IV in his arm. The bulk of the bandages under the gown and the blankets were visible just by outline. His glasses were on the little table beside the bed. With the click of the door, Patton’s eyes fluttered open the slightest bit. Logan smiled a bit, closing the door and moving closer to the bed, “Hi Patton...”

Patton managed a weak smile for only a few moments before it fell. He whined, a gentle cry leaving him as his senses started to return. Logan frowned, a wave of concern washing over him as he made his way to Patton’s bedside, pulling up a chair and sitting down as he let the bag drop on the floor beside him. His hand slid over Patton’s, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Hey, I’m right here for you baby,” he gave a small smile and pecked the top of Patton’s hand, “You’re okay..”

Patton whined and sniffled a bit before reaching out with the other hand weakly, making a little grabby hand. Logan’s smile strengthened a bit as he nodded, gently wiggling into the hospital bed so he was laying right beside Patton, his arm under Patton’s head and hand gently running through his soft boyfriend’s hair. It took a little bit, but as the anesthesia wore off Patton calmed down. Logan continued to just cuddle his boyfriend, humming a quiet song to him as he waited for Patton to wake up a bit more. After a few more minutes, Patton’s quiet and slightly slurred voice broke the silence,

“Baaabyyyyy...?”

Logan couldn’t help but smile at how adorable his looped up lover was. He looked down at Patton and tilted his head a bit, “Yes, sweetheart?”

Patton’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned his head against Logan’s side, mumbling softly, “When are they gonna do my surgery..?”

Logan giggled a bit despite his efforts not to, leaning down and pecking Patton’s head, “You already had your surgery, Patton. We’re in the recovery room now..”

Patton’s eyes went wide, a little like a child on Christmas, as a tiny smile crossed on his lips. He giggled a bit,

“Rweally?”

“Really.”

Patton giggled again, his head turning so he was looking up at the ceiling. Though after a few moments his eyes drifted to Logan once more, “So they took my appendicitis?” His voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible.

Logan shook his head, not able to wipe the smile off his face, “No baby, you had appendicitis. They took out your appendix.”

“Ooooooh...”

Logan giggled softly and pecked Patton’s forehead again, resulting in a happy hum from Patton. For the next few minutes, the two sat in comfortable silence, staying motionless except for when Logan would lean down and peck Patton’s face every once in a while. Patton let out a little yawn to break the silence, “I’m sleepy...”

Logan nodded, “Why don’t you sleep then, hun?”

The other pouted a bit, shaking his head, “Nooooo, I wanna stay up and talk to youuu. And thank the doctorsss...”

Logan ran his hand through Patton’s hair, scooting back a bit so he could be laying down once more, “You’ll have plenty of time to do that when you’re awake sweetheart..”

Patton peeked one eye open, “Do you pwomise?”

Logan smiled and gave a little happy hum, “I promise.”

Patton smiled softly and nodded, eyes slipping shut as he wiggled to get comfortable in the bed. Logan took a deep breath and reached down for the bag beside the chair, opening it up and moving some things before pulling out two items. A light blue, fluffy blanket and a little worn down stuffed animal of a dog that Patton had gotten as a kid. All white with little brown spots the largest one over its eye. Logan gently laid the blanket over his half-asleep boyfriend before he nestled the stuffed animal in the crook of Patton’s arm. As Patton’s breath evened out and he fell asleep, Logan pecked the top of his head, smiling down at his lover.

“I love you, Patton, get well soon.”

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Oh dear, when I see angst I just have to write...here you go. :)

Warnings: Fainting, illness, loneliness, breakdowns, mentions of being touch-starved, rejection

(Btw this took me way to long to write. Like three weeks lmao)

Words: 2,236

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Patton had a secret.

Out of all the sides, the one representing all of Thomas’s morality wasn’t the one expected to have secrets. He was expected to speak from the heart, and maybe that’s where the problem started. When he spoke, the others assumed it was from the heart, even if it wasn’t.

His secret was revealed, however, just a few short weeks after the wedding.

With Patton’s responsibility of being the core of Thomas’s emotions and ventures of the heart, Patton had a unique facet to his basic needs. Touch. Normally this wasn’t a problem, the other sides, or at the very least Roman, were happy to give him hugs and enough attention that normally he didn’t have to worry about this aspect running low. But after the blow-up that was the aftermath of the wedding, with the sides divided among one another with their own grudges from the events that had transpired, Roman had been distant from Patton every since their argument and Logan seemed to have taken being brushed aside for the last time, now choosing to spend most of his time in his room working. 

At first it began to surface in small ways. 

Patton would get headaches and the occasional dizzy spell when he stood up. He was able to hide it well, then again it was easy enough to explain away when it was noticed, though that in itself was rare. Over time, the illness brought on by his touch-starvation increased. Headaches turned into migraines, dizzy spells turned into having to catch himself before he collapsed onto the floor. This was the worst it had ever gotten, and finally, Patton had decided to try and remedy it. 

He organized a movie night and spent a good few hours setting it up. Fluffy blankets on the couch that were framed with glowing fairy lights, it looked right out of a Pinterest post. Perfect, he thought. He spent another few hours baking. Making chocolate covered popcorn and cookies and cupcakes, all for his boys to snack on during the movie. He couldn’t settle on a movie so he grabbed quite a few options and laid them out on the floor, thinking they could deliberate as a group. 

Finally, after all that prep, it was time for him to gather the boys. He went to Logan’s room first. He knocked a couple times before rocking back and forth on his heels as he waited in anticipation before the logical side finally opened the door, staring at him with an eyebrow quirked. Patton beamed, “Hey Lo! Do you wanna-”

“I’m sorry Patton, I’m afraid I have quite a bit of work to still complete.”

“O-oh...” Patton’s smile faltered for a second but he managed to strengthen it. At least he still had the others, “O-okay Lo, be safe! Take breaks!”

Logan hummed in acknowledgment before going back into his room and closing the door. Patton stood there for a few moments before taking a deep breath and putting his smile back on, going to the next side’s room.

He knocked on Virgil’s door, smiling as he fidgeted with his hands, excited to see the anxious side. Virgil opened the door, headphones wrapped around his neck and phone in hand with his finger on the pause button for his music, “What is it Pat?”

Patton gave him an excited smile, “Hey kiddo! I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie? I-I got a little something to-”

“Sorry Pat, I’m hanging out with Roman tonight to cheer him up,” his tone went a bit sour, “He’s had a rough few weeks.”

Patton’s heart cracked but he hid it, just smiling it off and nodding, “O-okay, well then kiddo, have fun!”

Virgil slipped his headphones back on before closing the door, leaving Patton alone. Patton’s hope was beginning to disappear, but he held onto some of it as he approached Roman’s room.

There’s no way Roman would say no..he loved movies!

He smiled and knocked on the door, waiting anxiously.

Maybe they could have a Disney movie night...

“Who is it?” The creative side’s voice called from inside his room. 

And later they could play Disney trivia! Roman was sure to win so maybe he’d be cheered up! 

“It’s Patton!”

And then maybe Virgil would watch the movie with them since he was going to hang out with roman, it would all work out-.

“I’m not in the mood to talk.”

Patton’s eyes widened a bit and his heart officially shattered, “R-ro-”

“I have to finish getting ready for Virgil to come over, we’re gonna watch some movies.”

Patton’s smile disappeared as he looked down, losing all hope. He took a shaky deep breath as tears lined his eyes, “O-okay kiddo..have fun..”

Patton left as he didn’t get a response. He had one last place to go, but barely any hope left. He got to the end of the hall and knocked on Janus’s door...

Janus didn’t even respond.

Patton sulked back to the commons room, looking over the set up he had made and taking a shaky breath. As the tears began to fall, he shrunk down to his knees, arms tangling around himself as his fingers dug into the fabric of the shirt. Shaky sobs escaped him as a wave of nausea hit, causing the normally peppy side to curl up into himself even more. After the weeks of bottling up and masking the heartbreak he’d been feeling, it all rushed to the surface and bubbled over as if the dam he’d perfected finally just broke. He sniffled and shook and sobbed, curled up on the floor of the commons room.

As time passed and the sobbing continued, the overwhelming sense of nausea turned into dizzying pains shooting through his body. His forehead, his stomach, everywhere. Despite all of this, however, Patton began managing to shove it back down inside, he’d never forgive himself if one of the others found him like this. As his sobs calmed to sniffles and hiccups, Patton got his bearings and began to stand up with shaky legs, using the arm of the couch as support. He got about half the way up before the wave of dizziness hit him. He hunched over a bit with a whine, vision going spotty before it went completely black.

He hit the ground with a thud. Out like a light.

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“...Pat? P-Pat!?”

“...R-roman go get Logan...”

“Let’s get him on the couch..”

“Elevate his feet so some blood flow can be restored.”

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“H-hey, he’s waking up. Princey, get some water..”

The words echoed in Patton’s ears a bit as he whined, beginning to return as the pounding of his head became more and more present with each waking moment. Virgil’s voice rang through his ears again as he shushed him softly.

“Shh, take it easy Pat. You’re okay..”

Patton came to more as time passed, being able to comprehend a mumbled ‘thank you’ from Virgil and the pressure of someone sitting down by his feet. After another few silent moments, his eyes peaked open.

Patton had been moved to the couch, everything still in place from the movie night he’d set up except for the blanket that had been on the back of the couch, it was now resting over top Patton. Patton’s head was in Logan’s lap while Roman sat at his feet, and a very blurry Virgil was leaning over him with a glass of water in hand. He tried to sit up but whined at the change of position instantly, the dizziness returning as the pounding almost became blinding. 

Logan’s hands slid gently onto Patton’s shoulders, easing him back to laying down, “Easy there Patton, it isn’t wise to sit up so quickly after a syncope.”

Patton whined and rubbed his eyes, however, he instantly leaned into Logan’s touch, melting into it almost. Logan's eyes widened a bit but he didn’t pull his hands away, just letting out a small hub and wrapping his arms around Patton a bit. Pat rubbed his eyes before taking a deep breath and finally speaking, “G-glasses?”

Logan motioned to the table to the broken frames holding together what was left of the shattered glass, “I believe they broke when you fell. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can find another pair.”

Patton frowned a bit with a hum of acknowledgment, trying to adjust to his glasses-less vision. After more moments of awkward silence, Patton spoke again, “W-what happened?”

Roman chuckled a bit, “You tell us padre, Virgil and I came out here to watch our movie and found you curled up on the floor.”

Patton frowned as his memory was refreshed, eyes drifting from the three to the back of the couch, focusing on the little ridges of texture in the fabric. Virgil sighed before speaking up, “C-can you tell us what happened?”

Silence filled the room for the moments following the question as the emotional side pondered his answer. Eventually, a small smile slid onto Patton’s face as he looked at Virgil, “I must’ve been a little tired today. Probably should’ve taken a nap after lunch,” he giggled at himself, trying his best to hold that smile.

Logan’s expression fell a bit, “While sleep deprivation is a common cause of fainting spells, I saw you napping earlier today so I doubt that such is the matter,” the logical side sighed and pushed up his glasses, “Now can you be honest with us?”

Patton’s sighed, looking down once more and taking some shaky breaths. After a few moments, however, he broke the silence, “I need touch....like, literally..”

Logan quirked an eyebrow, puzzling over the words just spoken for a few moments, “What do you mean by need?”

Patton gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, “S-since I’m the whole of Thomas’s emotions and love and stuff I...I get touch-starved in a literal way. I...I get sick if I don’t get cuddles or things such as that for a while...”

The words were heartbreaking, but the truth. Roman was the next one to break the awkward silence, “Has this happened before, Padre?”

Patton nodded softly, looking down to avoid eye contact but eventually looking up with a smile, “Y-yeah, but don’t worry about it kiddos! I-I’ll be okay...” his smile fell after uttering those words, not seeming confident in them himself, “I-I-I’m okay...”. Patton took in some deep breaths, trying to suck in the growing wave of feeling instead of letting it tumble out. 

The four sat in silence for the following moments, no one was quite sure what to say. Patton was about to get up and dismiss himself before a pair of arms wrapped around him, pulling Patton’s head to their chest and tangling a hand in his hair. Logan had been the side to hug Patton, holding him close and a bit awkwardly, though he seemed to be trying his best. The emotional side’s eyes widened before slowly, the dam he’d constructed began to break once more. Tears flooded down his cheeks as he closed his eyes, gentle sobs leaving him. He nearly melted into the warmth of the logical side’s arms. Logan shushed him softly, cradling him in his arms, “Shh, it’s okay Patton. You’re alright.”

Roman and Virgil looked on before Virgil made the next move. He sat down next to Logan and Patton before hugging them both from the side, his hand gently rubbing Patton’s forearm. Roman hesitated for a few moments, contemplating the situation as he bit his lip, before he joined the other three sides. Patton cried in their arms, shaking and shivering as all that bottled up emotion came pouring out. The others just let him cry, trying their best to comfort him and hold him close. It took a few minutes, say six or seven, before Patton began to calm. Sobs turned to sniffles and slowly but surely his shaking stopped. He opened his eyes and looked at the three with those puffy, brown eyes, “I-I-I’m sorry...”

Virgil gave a weak smile, holding Patton a bit tighter, “You’re okay Pat, seriously. If anything..we should be the ones being sorry-”

Patton’s eyes widened and he shook his head, “No no no-”

Logan interjected, “No one needs to apologize, at the end of the day, everything seems to be adequate for right now.”

Patton smiled and nodded, sighing as he melted into the other sides’ touch once more, eyes slipping shut. He whined though as Roman and Virgil slipped away. After they didn’t return quickly, his eyes peaked open and he looked around to see the anxious and passionate side placing the baked goods Patton had made on the coffee table once more. Virgil smiled and sat back down with Roman, cuddling Patton close once more as Logan grabbed the blankets and draped them over the three. Virgil looked at Patton, “So, what movie should we watch?”

“I vote for Disney!”

“Princey-”

“Right, right sorry..”

Patton giggled a bit, wiggling and getting into a comfortable position for cuddles, “No Ro, Disney sounds like a great idea..”

So the three settled in on Disney Plus, scrolling through the options for what seemed like forever before settling on Frozen. Patton took a deep breath as a genuine smile crossed his lips; for the first time in the past few weeks, that sick feeling in his stomach disappeared and he was happy.

Truly happy. 

What if touch is just as essential as food to Patton, and when he gets touch starved, he literally starves?

Patton never mentioned it, but when the others get fed up of Patton always clinging to them, they find out the hard way why he does that.

*Angst*

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I’m a sanders sides blog but sometimes I have to show my love for undertale ☺️

GEE FRISK HOW COME YOU GOATMOM LETS YOU HAVE SO MANY PARENTS

based on this

#flowey would tbh #I want mettaton to drop me off at school #undertale #frisk #art #sans #undyne #paps #mtt