#also im living for sarcastic virgil

[virmillion]

As Above, So Below - Part 7

Part 1 // Part 6 // Part 8

yikes here we go let’s pretend i know how to write four people together in one scene i don’t but i mean i tried anyway so hopefully it’s not too awkward

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, OCD, let me know if there’s any more

    Virgil slouches in the pristine white carriage, letting his hair fall over his eyes. Patton, on the other hand, is bouncing off the walls, pressing his nose against the windows and drawing a face in the fog left from his breath. With a scowl, Virgil recalls the absolutely ridiculous scenario that got him here. That stupid flashback out of nowhere, the Nina lady rolling up with feigned disappointment, a carriage that might well have been pulled out of her butt, Patton’s demand to accompany Virgil. Mix it all together and you know that it’s the worst of both worlds.

    “Look, there’s the gardens!” Patton gasps, his cheek against the window to see further ahead. “All these rose bushes! Look at that fountain! Wow, check out the—” He stops mid-sentence, flailing a hand behind him in Virgil’s general direction. “Virgil. Virgil. Virgilient. Viridian. Virgil. Verge. Virgil. Virgil.” Forcing back a sigh, Virgil takes Patton’s outstretched hand to join him at the window. “The gates,” Patton breathes. The carriage and boys are instantly dwarfed by the towering silver gates, bedecked with diamonds and rubies. Their shadow stretches across the road, casting the carriage into a moment of darkness. Virgil remains stoutly unimpressed, but forces a smile to feign shock for Patton’ sake. Ahead of the gates, which part on their arrival, stands an impossibly massive palace, looming over the entirety of the entrance gardens and their fountains.

    Virgil leans back on the seat, fighting the urge to jump through the window and bolt for the city of convicts. Patton, not noticing his friend’s disdain, continues to take in the sights, ooh-ing and ah-ing at every last detail. Even the pavement isn’t safe from his admiration, given how clean it is. With his eyes fixated on his ratty shoes, Virgil ambles along from the carriage into the palace, guards flanking either side of him and Patton. Virgil ignores the marble tile floors—five square steps each—he ignores the lines between rooms—a centered step with each foot on the tile seam—and he ignores the cathedral windows—seven panels tall by two panels wide with a rounded triangle at the top.

    All too soon, the guards deposit the boys in some giant room that Virgil readily blocks out—he doesn’t count the eight tile wide entryway, he doesn’t count the twenty one jewels embedded in the only throne in the room, and he certainly doesn’t count the thirty seven tiles separating him and Patton from the two guys in front of them. Most of all, he doesn’t watch that white-clad arm wave a hand to dismiss the guards out the door. If anything, he might deign to notice the kick from a guard to his knees, forcing him to kneel as Patton goes down voluntarily beside him.

    “So, you’re the Virgil in question, I presume?” Gritting his teeth, Virgil lifts his eyes to see some guy in a tie looking unimpressed, probably the one who posed the question. He takes Virgil’s silence for confirmation before continuing, “who’s the other one?”

    Virgil winces as Patton rises next to him, mentally kicking himself for not giving Patton a rundown on court etiquette earlier. Typical Virgil, he thinks, assuming everything will already be taken care of. Tie boy makes no comment at Patton standing without consent, merely waiting for his response. “If someone tries to take my best friend somewhere he doesn’t want to be, there’s no way I’m letting them take him alone.”

    “Love the monologue. Still doesn’t tell me who you are,” Tie boy replies drily. Princey dude next to him lets a giggle escape before clapping a hand over his mouth.

    “Right, right, so sorry. My name’s Patton.”

    “Thank you. Virgil, up.” Mentally, Virgil pulls off some cool stunt where he jumps from his knees to his feet with his hands still shoved in his pockets, but in reality, he just uses the freezing marble floor as leverage to get up like a normal person. Immediately, he wrenches his hand back as if it’d been burned, the floor so perfect and sterile that is leaves his fingers quivering. Princey dude locks eyes with Virgil, a look that he returns with a vengeance, daring the royal to look away first. Roman, he thinks, but no, Princey dude is better, less personal, less of a giveaway. Regardless, Princey dude breaks the stare, a question lingering in his eyes.

    “As we’ve heard, you passed your boundary line twice now, which has led to your current presence in this room today.” Tie boy takes a step forward.

    “Redundant much?” Virgil mutters.

    “Excuse me?”

    “Redundant,” Virgil repeats. “Current and today, you don’t need to say both words in the same sentence.” Tie boy stiffens, a weird expression crossing his face for a split second.

    “Right. Anyway. Evidently, Prince Roman pardoned you from execution, so he’s responsible for your situation now, despite his lack of memory regarding doing so.” Shit, Virgil thinks, he might still know.

    “Yeah,” Princey dude confirms, finally speaking up. Patton’s eyes sparkle at the utter composure of this boy garbed in white and red. “Care to enlighten us on the circumstances surrounding your earlier pardoning and release?” At Virgil’s silence, Princey dude nods. “Got it. Moving on, your consequences for violating the restrictions of your exile.” The words, formal and boring, sound out of place in Princey dude’s mouth, as if he’d eaten a dictionary for breakfast.

    “Before you are posed two choices,” Tie boy continues, taking over again. “Execution, or constant surveillance by Prince Roman and myself, intermittently.”

    “Oxymoron,” Virgil comments, neglecting to joke about the vague connection between surveillance and vigilance.

    “Come again?” A muscle feathers in Tie boy’s jaw.

    “Intermittent means not continuous, or at unsteady intervals, and while you use it to imply that different people will be keeping watch over me, so to speak, it lies in direct contrast with you saying ‘constant surveillance,’ thereby making it an oxymoron.” Tie boy looks remarkably close to slapping Virgil.

    “As I said, execution is also an option,” he spits.

    “Sure, but given that your guards went to the trouble of bringing a street rat like me all the way here, with a plus one no less, I’m gonna go ahead and assume Princey dude over there isn’t intent on that course of action.” Virgil isn’t quite sure where this sass is coming from, but he won’t deny enjoying the reactions it’s getting. Especially from Patton, who’s forcing back a laugh at each remark.

    “Did you just call me Princey dude?” Princey dude asks, incredulous. Virgil gives him a shit-eating grin. “Well, you’re right, we weren’t really interested in execution, but I would like to know the terms of your previous endeavors that got you sent to the city of convicts in the first place. All in due time, I suppose.” Princey dude and Tie boy cross the thirty seven and thirty six tiles, respectively, to reach Virgil and Patton,

    “I’m Logan, Prince Roman’s royal advisor,” Tie boy says. He extends a hand to shake, which Patton does, while Virgil pretends not to notice it.

    “And I’m His Royal Highness, Prince Roman. But you already knew that.” Princey dude winks at Patton with a handshake, taking his awe in stride, before turning to Virgil. “I guess we’ll be palace mates, then? Or just really distant roommates.” Virgil glances down at the extended hand, then back at the prince. He knows that hand, its past, its doings, and its relationship to his own. The hand shifts closer, insistent. Virgil hesitates, recalling when that hand was directed toward him, filled with pleading and regret and condemnation and goodbyes.

    Virgil does not shake it.

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#sanders sides #as above so below #mine #labhwrites #virgil #patton #logan #roman #ocd tw #swearing tw #death mention tw #me writing something im actually supposed to be instead of one off stories? its more likely than you think #not that likely tho dont go getting your expectations up #pfft anyway hopefully four people at once didnt suck #also im living for sarcastic virgil #tbh when i write virgil i basically write myself but from third person with he/him pronouns #also this series (if you can call it that/these chapters whatever) is getting fewer people reading it which is sad but theres a few people #talking to me about it and being really nice and honestly you guys are keeping me going with this story every time i consider abandoning it #....i've thought about leaving it a lot #i cant tell you how many times i have to do my finger stretch/triple breath/finger tap/double breath thing while writing a scene sometimes #like when i needed to get them from the carriage to the room in the palace? so many finger taps you would not believe #but hey i got it down eventually #not in the best fashion i'll admit so sorry its not super descriptive #anyway heres another installment no one really asked for #ok seven people asked for it which is more people asking than friends i have but still #can you tell i ramble when im nervous that a story/chapter wont be received well #cause i do #especially if i think itll get ripped apart like you dont understand how many words i need to babble but they dont all fit in the tags #but no way am i putting it in the post bc anyone who actually wants to know comes to the tags anyway #alright labhras shut up and post the story

[fakeloveaskblog]

(I for one appreciate the long answers! And also…) Remy. Hey, it's alright. First off, maybe talk to Remus? He's sorta your friend now, right? Maybe tell him you notice he's always tense and ask him what's wrong?

And uh. How do I say this, uh. For the therapy to help, you have to let it help. And trust me I know how that sounds, but the gist of it is: you have to be willing to heal. Willing to work on your self-esteem, to at least try and believe that you can get better, at the very least emotionally wise. You also have to try and take your pain meds regularly on schedule besides doing the exercises your therapist gives you, and slowly work to internalize the fact that you are not a burden.

Your basic needs and aspirations and physical disability should not and would not be a burden on a partner who valued you as a person as much as you deserve to be valued. Which is, at least as much as any other human being deserving of care and love and respect should be valued. You deserve to have your basic physical and emotional needs met no matter how those differ from your partners in regards to your health, and to not be seen as a burden nor treated as such because you are not a burden!

(U!Virgil)

Remy: "Gal you gotta have 2 brains or something 'cause you're like tots smart and like right. But like I swear I am willing to heal. I am trying! I’m trying and nothing is changing! I dunno. I don’t think my self esteem is like bad or anything. Like everything I dislike about myself is true. I’m just seeing the truth. Like everyone around me agrees with it. I just know it! I know Jan and Rem and everyone else agrees. My boyfriend agrees! Whenever i say something about myself that isn’t true he like comforts me but like now I’ve moved past all that stuff and the only things left are true things”

They slumped back against the couch and let out a shaky sigh “I just don’t get why I’m still feeling this way. I mean I’m safe, I got a good boyfriend, I got friends, I’m safe. Shouldn’t some of the healing just like come naturally?”

“Look I made sauce with the pasta and it barely burned. I am such a good cook ain’t I” Virgil said sarcastically. He’d come into the living room with 2 plates. He set them down on the table when he saw them typing on their phone “Who are you talking to?”

“It’s nothing”

He held out his hand “Can I read it?”

“Babe it’s like genuinly nothing imp-”

“Can I read it?” He repeated. His tone turned harsh for just a moment.

They rolled their eyes before giving him it. Virgil skimmed through the message before letting up into a chuckle.

“Oh this is stupid. Beanie you already got an actual therapist you don’t need some amateur armchair psychology from someone who doesn’t even know you”

“I know. It was just like nothing. Like I said!”

Virgil deleted your message without telling them. He sat down next to them and playfully poked his finger into their ribs. His lips were close to their jawline.

“You don’t really feel like a burden do you? It’s not true”

Remy scoffed “You told me I was like 2 weeks ago” 

“I don’t remember saying that. You must have mixed up memories of someone else saying it to you. We both know how scrambled you are up there”

“Right yeah sure gal” They didn’t believe him. They chose to think he regretted saying it and was trying to make them forget it to make up for it. He’d said it during an argument anyway. Just like most of the other times. So it didn’t really count.

“And even if I did hypothetically say it I would probably have a good reason to. It’s not exactly hard to find reasons to call you a burden”

Their throat tightened “I know”

“Good” He littered quick kisses from their jaw up to their cheek while moving his arms around their waist. They pushed what he’d said to the back of their mind and smiled. It was always easier to do so when he gave them a reason to smile.

“You should shave. You’re tickling me” They giggled out.

He cupped their cheeks “There’s my laughy RemRem. And you will not stop my beard. Soon enough it will make me powerful enough to summon spirits”

They snorted “Babe I am not calling that collection of hair a beard”

He kissed them on the lips “Not yet....not yet”

“Pff. In your wet dreams hun. Aight the pastas gonna get cold”

“Not to sound vulgar but....OOF. You’re eating that poisonous waste first” 

“Sure. Girl congrats you’re finally gonna be able to fullfill your full Geard Gay fantasy at my funeral” 

Later that evening, after Virgil had cuddled up to them like a cat and fallen asleep, Remy was looking around on their phone after your message. They must have accidentally deleted it. They opened their notes app, you didn’t seem to follow human logic so they assumed you could read whatever they wrote on their phone.

“sorry gal. could you like remind me tomorrow to ask remus about the tensing up thing? please? i dont want to forget about doing it. i hadnt like thought about asking before. fuck im a bad friend”

#ask #thanks for the ask! #remy sanders #unsympathetic virgil #(I for one appreciate the long asks as well #(and the short ones) #any asks) #im also very suddenly sick as shit

[darth-does-stuff]

ok so i need to place this information somewhere and i just decided id post it here 

 idk if im even gonna post the actual superhero au fic but im posting it here anyways

 this superhero au is gonna fit all the angst in here because there is little angst in the chaos crew au lmao

but here are the separate arcs each is gonna face in this au under the cut

(there is gonna be some graphic stuff so be warned)

(it is also going to be very long)

heed the tags guys

Logan

A very important factor for his entire character in this au is that he has cybernetics. His right eye, his left arm, and the lower half of his left leg. This happened due to an explosion, his arm and lower left leg essentially blown off, and shrapnel piercing his eye. 

His arc centers around his cybernetics, thinking they are a burden, and feeling like he doesn’t fit in, along with feeling inadequate. 

Logan struggles with thinking that his cybernetics aren’t truly a part of him, just something he has to deal with. A burden. He resents it, there’s no sugarcoating it. He wishes he had his human limbs back.

 In his arc, he’ll deal with the fact he has them, and that no amount of wishing will ever change it. He accepts them as a part of himself, an imperfect part, for sure, but every human is imperfect. Hell, even human parts of himself are imperfect, so it fits right in. 

Before he accepts it as a part of himself, though, he deals with feelings of inadequacy. People often pitied him (keep in mind they thought he had prosthetics), trying to ‘lighten the load’ for him. He appreciated the thought, but they never let him do anything. He felt like they were belittling him. Logan tried to brush it off, but deep down, he worried that he truly was inadequate. Was he weak? Should he even be doing these things? Was he good enough? Sometimes...Logan felt he wasn’t.

But, once he hits the arc with accepting his cybernetics, he faces this feeling of inadequacy and proves it wrong. He’s been doing things normal humans couldn’t dream of and the city’s still thriving. He’s faced countless robbers, countless villains, and found a home with the team. He was good enough. He was okay. He’d be fine. Of course, sometimes he’d still have those feelings of not being good enough, but he could deal with it now. It wasn’t something that haunted his nightmares.

But, even after the whole cybernetic arc, he still faces the problem of not fitting in. Even before having superpowers and cybernetics, he wasn’t like other children. He was the eldest child, so his parents were basically helicopter parents, afraid he was going to get hurt in some way. As he got older and he had more siblings, they got a bit more lax, but he still hadn’t done things normal children had done. He didn’t explore, didn’t interact much with other children (though that was more of his doing), barely went outside, and had his every move basically monitored. Logan preferred reading a book to playing at the park, drawing a picture instead of hanging out with friends, etc., etc. So, he always felt a bit like an outsider. It only got worse once he had the incident. 

Now, he had fucking powers and literal robotics attached to his body, and he was scared. He was angry. He was...confused. How would his life change? What would happen to him? Then, all of a sudden, he got roped into being a fucking vigilante and just had to deal with it.

Then, he joins this team, all of them so much more normal than him, and he still doesn’t know what to do. He’s scared they are going to judge him, belittle him, like so many before them had done.

But...they don’t. They accept him, they joke with him, they are happy with him. And, he slowly starts to relax. He comes out of his shell and he feels...complete. It’s okay he isn’t normal. It’s okay he doesn’t exactly fit in. Everything is okay. 

He doesn’t blame his parents for being helicopter parents, he still loves them and his siblings. He knows they were worried about him. Sure, they did mess up, but he’s made countless mistakes in his life too. He doesn’t blame them or his siblings. They helped him become who he is and he is eternally grateful for that.

Patton

Patton faces the problem of his public image and his own self-image. In public and when he is Typhoon, he puts on this bright and chipper personality. And it’s grueling to keep up because that is not who he truly is. He’s much more mischievous, much more sarcastic, much more brash, much more himself. 

He tries to keep up this optimistic persona because he doesn’t want backlash. He’s afraid of what people would say if they saw the real thing. So, he puts up an image. Smile, all the time. Wave enthusiastically. Don’t let them see through you. Act like you’re fine. You always have to be fine, right? That’s what Patton thinks, at least.

With his arc, he slowly learns to just accept himself. It helps when Virgil joins the team, because he sees him not putting up a facade. He acts himself, dark and broody, sarcastic and sardonic. And nobody really questioned it or gave him backlash. Patton has this moment of ‘Oh’ because he realizes that he can show what he truly is. He no longer has to hide.

When he first starts showing himself as he actually is, he’s scared. It’s only natural, no matter how much you prepared for it, you will still be scared. Some people notice. There are a few news articles as some just want drama. But, his team, his friends, his family backs him up and it strengthens his resolve. He learns to ignore those types of people, knowing they only want drama. He can finally be...himself.

Roman

Oh boy, this is going to be a doozy.

Roman’s angst is that his entire world view changes, his beliefs (not religious) crumble. Everything just seems to flip for him.

Roman had always thought that everyone could be redeemed. No matter the deed. Everyone deserves a second chance. He’s faced criminals and villains with this belief at the forefront of his mind. 

When everything else seemed to be crumbling around him, this belief sustained him. It kept him going. It was a constant when nothing else stayed the same.

But now? Now everything is foreign. Everything is changing with nothing being that constant that he so desperately needed. This situation he is facing hits even closer to home because--well, I’m afraid I can’t say because of spoilers, but let’s just say it may involve a certain mustached villain ;)

But, anyways, in his arc, he realizes that everything can’t just be sunshine and daisies. He’s known this before, but it hits full force now. He has to accept that some people can’t be redeemed, that some are just...evil. He hates to admit it, but he knows it’s true.

His friends--no, family backed him up. They helped him with this realization, helped to make sure he doesn’t break. And he is so, so, so, so grateful and thankful for them.

He knows that some people can’t change. He’s...well, he’s not fine with it, but he accepts it at the very least. And when he looks around at his family, seeing how genuine and kind they are, he knows that, no matter what, all he needs is his family to survive.

Virgil

He faces problems with his self-esteem, his own anxiety, and his fear of lack of self-control.

He has little self-esteem. He always has, really. Since he was a kid, he always overthought everything he did, criticized himself severely, always tried to push himself harder, in unhealthy amounts. It all left him feeling so tired.

He kept doing this even into adulthood, checking himself, always wondering if he could do better, barely feeling good about things he did. Things he wanted to be proud of, but just couldn’t.

When he joins the team, it’s a slow process. He was immensely afraid of being judged, of being insulted, of them. They were all these heroes the city recognized and praised and he was left feeling like shit, in his mind at least. He felt like he couldn’t keep up. Virgil kept trying to push himself harder to at least try and be on the same level as them, but ended up pushing much too hard, passing out from exhaustion and stress.

They realized his mindset, having had once had this mindset themselves, and help him deal with it, help him try to minimize it because it’s not something you can be fully rid of. They know this themselves because sometimes they still get those moments, where they feel they aren’t doing enough and push harder, too harder. But, the best they can do is to deal with it. And that’s exactly what Virgil does. 

His anxiety is also a doozy. 

It holds him back so much. Especially with fear of failing. He doesn’t want to fail anybody. He wants to do the best he can and do it perfectly. But, the problem is that he can’t. He knows he can’t and it terrifies him. His anxiety and fear of failing prevent him from doing so many things just because of what could go wrong. 

The team also helps with this. They provide somebody he can rant to and offer solutions and different types of perspective. They help him to realize that if you only worry about what could go wrong, then you wouldn’t be able to do anything, you wouldn’t be able to live. Because with that mindset, you aren’t living, you are only surviving. 

And they help Virgil see this point. Help him to not let his anxiety hold him back from things he really wants to do. And it provides him with so many opportunities. 

They all know that sometimes, it’s going to happen. Sometimes, Virgil just can’t be able to do something because the fear practically paralyzes him. It’s like with his self-esteem issues. It’s not something you can be rid of, just something you have to deal with. They help him when this happens, help bring him back to reality and help to calm him down.

Lastly, his fear of no self-control. You have to remember that their powers can be heavily influenced by emotions. Strong bursts of emotions can work it into overdrive. Too much use of their powers can also use all of their energy. In very extreme cases, it can lead to death.

But, while Virgil is also afraid of the side effects, he’s mostly afraid of what his powers can do to other people, innocent people. And, to him, it’s a found fear. It’s happened before. He’s hurt others without meaning to and he vowed to never do it again. This is partly why he became a vigilante, to protect others instead of hurting them. But he is so afraid of still harming them and he has nightmares about it. It practically haunts him. He fears turning into those killers and villains he’s fought.

Once again, the team is very helpful in debunking this. They’ve explained their own experiences, explained how they themselves have hurt innocents without meaning to, and it’s something you have to just...deal with, like all other problems. It doesn’t make you a bad person. Him worrying about being a bad person just proves furthermore that he isn’t. After all, a bad person wouldn’t care about it. But, he does. And that is what provides the difference. 

Janus

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Remus

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#sanders sides #superhero au #logan sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #unsympathetic remus #janus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #angst #logan angst #patton angst #roman angst #virgil angst #janus angst #(yes he has angst too but it's s p o i l e r s) #tw explosion mention #tw self esteem issues #tw self deprecation #tw self criticizing #tw self image #tw death mention #tw cursing #im not too happy with roman and pattons section #i know what i want to say but i cant form it in words #so they are the shortest #so many tags- #no proofreading we die like men #sorry if i missed any triggers

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Hey @vindicatedvirgil remember this prompt you sent a while back that was supposed to be Rociet but I changed my mind? I finally finished the original!

At the Last Second

Summary:   Inspired by Snowing in Venice by Elizaveta. In an attempt to get as far away from their hometown as possible, Janus decides to go to college in Venice, Italy. Roman is conflicted over his feelings about it and doesn't know what to say until the last second.

Warnings: asthma mention. Please let me know if there are more

Ships: Janus x Roman, Rociet

WC: 1, 985

General Taglist: (ask to be tagged generally or in specific writing.) @im-an-anxious-wreck @logans-library @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi

Maybe my song, isn’t happy enough but I

I see it take flight with the snowflakes above

My coffee gets cold, as I’m staring enthralled 

At the snow that keeps falling outside

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Roman snuck another glance at Janus when they thought he wasn’t looking, seeing him still smiling slightly and nodding along to whatever song was on that Roman couldn’t concentrate on right now because they were looking at Janus. It wasn’t as if this was a new occurrence, they looked at Janus all the time. When he took half assed notes during class, pushing his soft, straight hair out from in front of his eyes with practiced impatience. When he glided along beside Roman on his skateboard while they tried desperately to keep their eyes on the sidewalk lest they flip over the handlebars of their bike. When he walked towards them with that signature crookeds smile, straight backed but casual and always ready with some biting quip they would both laugh at. And now- when he was driving to the airport for college, Roman sat beside him destined to waste away in the small town they had grown up in, alone and forgotten.

Admittedly that was dramatic even for them but it felt true all the same. Roman had never really gotten along with Janus until high school hit, when Roman had actually started looking away from their own little bubble and out towards everyone else’s. For the life of them they couldn’t imagine why they had ever been enemies. Janus was smart, scarily so sometimes, often getting into debates (arguments) with Logan and Virgil in any given class and always seeming to have just the right phrase or quote or research paper handy to pull up on his phone that drove his points across. He could sing, though Roman didn’t admit they had heard him while he painted the theater sets one day until many months later; his beautifully haunting baritone filling the theater as if he was the only one ever meant to sing in it. He was also incredibly caring, helping Roman through rough patch after rough patch and letting Roman do the same for him. They had become nearly inseparable from ninth grade on but now-

Janus had always been smart and always wanted to move as far away from their hometown as possibly- namely his family but that was another topic entirely. Roman had helped him research colleges when they were in eleventh grade, jokingly saying that with all his dramatics and flair he should go to Paris to study, citing it as a place to find the romanticism he alway put into everything anyway. Learning he had taken that to heart as a possibility to get even further away, eventually enrolling in and getting accepted not to anywhere in Paris, but instead Venice, Italy had nearly torn Roman in two. They had been so incredibly happy for and proud of their friend but they selfishly wished he had stayed just a little bit closer. Roman dreamed of a teaching job, somewhere they could help out in the creative department helping kids like them come out of their shell and discover new talents and passions. They didn’t need to go overseas for that- they didn’t want to and was in the process of preparing to move a state over to go to a community college to start out that path.

So Janus was moving thousands of miles away for who knew how long (four years at least) and Roman would then only be furthering that gap with his own move, leaving them to letters and skype calls as the primary source of communication rather than their trips to the cake shop or late night talks at the local park. And Roman knew that should be enough, but he was already missing the weight of Janus’ hand in their own and his warmth at their side during movie marathons and their smile and laugh and stupid, sarcastic sense of humor. They snuck  another glance over but realized with a start Janus was looking at them, his hand off the wheel and- when had the car stopped? They couldn’t possibly be there already could they?

But they were, and Janus was looking at them with that all knowing look that always infuriated Roman to no end but he said nothing, instead reaching over and squeezing their hand before moving to get out of the car. The airport wasn’t really that far away from their town, just an hours drive to the edge of the city but Roman still felt they had just wasted it pouting instead of actively being there for their best friend. Janus wouldn’t say anything though, he probably knew how Roman was feeling before they knew themself but the knowing silence was somehow worse, filling the space between them that was about to get so much longer with too many words and not enough time to say them. Nevertheless they grabbed up a bag and smiled at the other, shutting the trunk after him and following to the waiting area. They had made good time, having a little over an hour to waste before Janus would have to board, which Roman had previously been ecstatic about but now it meant they might actually have to talk and they didn’t think they’d have the common sense to keep their mouth shut when it came to how they actually felt about him leaving.

“Roman, did you leave my medical bag in the car?” Janus’ concern pulled them out of their head as they looked around where they had decided to sit, sure it had been among the things they had picked up but they didn’t notice the unmistakable bright orange anywhere.

“I’ll go check, you stay with the bags so they don’t get stolen.” Janus nodding to give them the go-ahead had them turning on their heel and hurrying back towards the parking garage, twirling the keys around their finger as they went.

One thorough search of the car later and Roman was frantically texting Janus that they must have left it at the house, though how either of them had managed it they couldn’t fathom. 

Roman: I’ll just drive back and get it. Text you when I find it.

Janus: Hold on, let me get there since you left me with ALL THE BAGS

Roman: It’ll be faster if I just go. Let me be the dashing prince to rescue your trip!

Roman started the car up and quickly put it into reverse, not really thinking about practically stealing Janus’ car from him. Their phone buzzed from the passenger seat as he glanced in the rear view before pulling out completely, wincing as he saw Janus standing there where the car had just been parked. Several buzzes later and the car fell silent, making them bite back a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. They had wanted an out from the tense hour that waiting for the flight would have been, they just wished it had been something a bit more low stakes than forgetting a bag with Janus’ epipen and inhaler inside. Settling further down into the seat they concentrated hard on the road, praying there wouldn’t be any traffic.

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Ten minutes.

Roman practically face planted on their way out of the car, swinging the bag up in triumph of finding it or fear of breaking it they didn’t know and was too busy to think about at the moment. Tearing through the air port as fast as they possibly could they finally found Janus standing near the line people were in to board the plane, glancing at his phone before looking around for any sign of Roman coming with his bag. In their haste they had forgotten to text him but they were here now- sweaty, gross and aching with all the things they wanted to say but didn't have time to even though they probably wouldn’t have taken the chance when they had it anyway. As much as they so wished this moment to be their happily ever after it was too soon in both of their lives for that and they’d have to come to terms with the fact that long distance anything was hard and they would both be busy with their own lives.

Pushing their bangs away from their face they finally reached Janus and held out the rescued bag, chest heaving from running through a house and then an airport. 

“You truly didn’t have to go all the way back on your own to get this Roman, but thank you.” Janus squinted at him and chuckled. “It’s a good thing I have this, do you need my inhaler?”

“I’d have to keep it since looking at you takes my breath away already.” Roman blurted, opening their mouth before they could think.

Janus blinked, then scowled playfully. “Roman Sanders, was that a pick up line? You waited until I’m about to leave the country to flirt with me?”

“No! ...well, yes but- I’ve flirted with you plenty before!”

“Jokingly!” Janus shoved them before grabbing at the front of their shirt and stepping closer. “You are insufferable.”

Roman hardly dared to breath as Janus leaned in closer, hands fluttering nervously at their sides as they stood still and waited. Smiling, Janus leaned up slightly. “May I have a kiss goodbye then?”

“If you don’t I will scream so loud security will take you and then you’ll have no choice but to stay here longer.”

Chuckling Janus stepped closer, erasing any pretense of space between them. Finally deciding their hands would feel less awkward resting on the others’ hips, they pulled Janus forward gently and tilted their head with his. The general din of the airport faded away as soft strands of feather light hair tickled their nose and Janus’ hands came up to tangle in their own somewhat frizzier hair at the nape of their neck. There was an announcement that vaguely sounded like Janus was being called to board but they were only held tighter as their lips finally, finally met.

And oh.

They almost wished they could sue Disney only on the merit that it had set their expectations for a first kiss entirely too low. There were no fireworks, no choir to set the mood further. It didn’t feel like the climax of their life nor like coming home after a long and tiring journey. It was soft, so very soft. A simple brush against their lips that filled them with an indescribable amount of joy for such a small action; and then they were being pulled and they followed willingly, pressing against the other just a little tighter. Their noses bumped despite the angle and Roman’s hands still felt awkward even if Janus hadn’t brushed them away but it felt like nothing and everything they had always dreamed it would be because it was Janus so it was good and perfect and like nothing they had ever experienced or wanted to experience in their life.

It only lasted a couple seconds, Janus pulling away only to peck their nose and whisper a quiet “see you later” against their lips and he was gone, hurrying towards the plane as the last call for his appearance was announced. Roman stood there, dumbfounded with a burning face but a chest that was burning  ten times hotter, hands still slightly outstretched where Janus’ waist had been moments before. Shaking themself out of it they turned swiftly and made their way over to a bench by the windows to watch the plane take off. Four years in Venice for Janus, four years in Pennsylvania for Roman.

They could do that.

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Maybe my song isn’t happy enough but I

I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me

My coffee gets cold as I’m staring enthralled 

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[thisbluewind]

should have known better (Janus angst)

Janus was worried. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence by any means, but it still concerned his friends a great deal. Still, he knew better than to vent, after what had happened last time.

He didn’t think Roman would ever look at him the same. He wished more than anything he could go back and just say “I’m fine”. He’d done it enough times. The lie came so naturally, it scared him a little. 

Instead, he was hiding here in a convenient corner of the school library, reliving a decision he regretted more than anything. Janus pulled out his phone and keyed in his password, switching right to the messages app to reread the conversation. 

Princey: Hey! You awake?

Evil Snake Boi: yeah but it's two in the morning, Ro. 

Evil Snake Boi: how are you?

Princey: I’m doing alright! How bout you?

Evil Snake Boi: im ok

Princey: You sure?

Evil Snake Boi: im not ok

Princey: Wanna tell me what happened?

Evil Snake Boi: same thing that always happens. i fucked up, Ro. 

Princey: Explain?

Evil Snake Boi: you know how Virge was avoiding us a while ago because of that thing Lo said?

Princey: Yeah?

Evil Snake Boi: i told Logan that Virgil said it wasn’t a big deal and told Virge that Logan said sorry.

Princey: That explains a lot.

Evil Snake Boi: then i felt bad for manipulating them like that and i told pat what i did because i couldn’t keep the secret any longer and im the kind of bitch who makes other people deal with the secrets that i cant deal with

Evil Snake Boi: he didnt believe me. I cant fucking come clean no matter what i do.

Princey: But you’re so honest… I can’t think of a single time you lied.

Evil Snake Boi: i guess you didn’t really know me. to be fair i dont think i know me either

Princey: Are you okay?

Evil Snake Boi: what do you fucking think princey

Princey: What else happened? 

Evil Snake Boi: you know that guy in my homeroom class? 

Princey: Mark?

Evil Snake Boi: that’s the one. he’s kinda the first one who called me out on my lies.

Evil Snake Boi: today he was saying some shit about how im nothing but a liar and never will be anything more

Princey: Well, that’s rude.

Evil Snake Boi: he also said no one in their right mind would trust me if they really… knew me, i guess

Evil Snake Boi: so lets see what happens.

Evil Snake Boi: im not in writing club i just have regular appointments with the school psychologist.

Evil Snake Boi: i’ve been talking with remus and he complains to me about you. i probably know all your secrets at this point.

Evil Snake Boi: whenever there’s a conflict, i pretend to be on both sides

Evil Snake Boi: see? you’re going to hate me now

Princey: I mean, I’m not exactly happy about hearing that you’re secretly a huge liar. 

Evil Snake Boi: i just don’t know how to not lie it’s just kinda my first instinct

Evil Snake Boi: i dont want to end up alone, just a liar who no one trusts anymore

Princey: Janus…

Evil Snake Boi: im sorry, Ro. you shouldn’t have to deal with this.

Evil Snake Boi: you shouldn’t have to deal with me.

Evil Snake Boi: it’ll be lo and virge who stop talking to me first

Evil Snake Boi: then you and remus.

Evil Snake Boi: then pat will eventually come around when he realizes how much of a toxic friend i am

Evil Snake Boi: so go ahead and block me it’s what i would do if i were you

Evil Snake Boi: i don’t know if i’m really as friendly as i am around you all and everyone else is just annoying and deserving of the fact that i’m never nice to them or if i’m just accidentally manipulating you guys. 

Princey: It’s pretty late.

Evil Snake Boi: you think?

Princey: Maybe you should go to sleep?

Evil Snake Boi: alright. good night?

Princey: Night.

Janus shut his phone off and put it away, clenching his hands into fists. His nails dug into his palms. Stupid. Idiot. Why did you say that? Do you want to lose all your friends? 

Idiot.

Worthless.

Liar. 

Pathetic. 

He tensed his shoulders, crossing his arms over his chest. Tears spilled out of his eyes, running down his face and dripping onto the table in front of him. Janus released his hands, looking at the crescent-shaped indentations where his fingernails had dug into his palms and left marks. Why am I like this? 

Janus was the self-care friend. That was his role. He was protective and sarcastic and helped his friends out. He didn’t cry. He didn’t vent. He knew who he was. He didn’t tell lies. 

He took a deep breath. Dried his tears with a tissue from his backpack. Rubbed lotion on the indentations. Thought of an excuse for his sudden disappearance. I was doing homework for English class. 

He stood up, and made his way out of the library without encountering anyone. Checking his phone, it was the end of the school day. Janus headed for the school doors, finding his friends in the crowd of students trickling out of the exit. Patton waved to him, a bright smile showing on his face. Logan barely glanced up from where he was telling Remus some of the more disturbing facts he had memorized. Roman wasn’t there, as he had play practice.  Virgil was standing at Patton’s shoulder with his headphones on. 

“Hi, Janus!” Patton called. “Where were you?”

Janus arranged his features into something like a smile, and told another lie.

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[prinxietyisfxckingcanon]

Prinxiety high school AU part 8/?

Word count:  927 

Pairings: You win a prize if you get it right. It’s.... PRINXIETY!!!  Plus all of the main sides platonically and Logicality can be seen romantically or platonically, whatever you prefer

Trigger warning: None I think, but let me know if you find anything that might trigger anyone

Summary of what happened so far: Patton invited Virgil over for dinner, together with his friends Roman and Logan. Roman and Virgil don’t seem to get along too well.

Virgil

They had Dinner together. Virgil really liked Patton’s food and even though he wasn’t hungry anymore, Patton kept on refilling his plate and Virgil kept on eating because he was too scared to tell him to stop. When they were finished, Logan stood up to clean the kitchen.

“Can I help you?” Virgil asked quietly but didn’t get an answer.

“Believe me, you can’t. He wants to have everything in order and if you do something wrong he might drown you in the sink.” Roman replied casually while refilling his glass with water. Wow, did Prince-better-than-everyone-else actually talk to him? Without insulting him? Now that was new. Virgil almost rolled his eyes, just because he became used to it.  

“So it’s movie time!” Patton said as if this was some kind of a ritual, stood up and jumped on the couch. Roman followed him, so maybe it was one. But Virgil kept sitting in his chair. Maybe now was a good time to leave. Patton had invited him to eat with them and not for a movie night, so he already had done everything he promised to do with them. He could just tell them that he would have to get up early the next morning and then just walk home, listen to some music, breathe some fresh air and try to calm down again. He wouldn’t even have to fake a migraine, as he had originally planned.

“You coming Virgil?” Patton asked then mumbled, “where did I put the remote again?” “Sure.” What? No. Why did you say yes? Go home!

He stood up and sat down next to Roman with as much distance between them as possible.

“So what are we watching?” Patton, who had found the remote by now, asked. He turned towards Virgil “What do you want to watch Virgil?”

Virgil could feel his heartbeat increasing. Why did he ask him? He didn’t even want to be here. Plus if he chose some movie now, he was sure a certain someone would complain about it… “I don’t care… We can watch whatever you want… I mean… You choose.”

“RENT!” Roman shouted enthusiastically.

 Roman

You can’t watch Rent too many times. It’s just not possible. Roman sang along with most of the song. He even had warmed up his voice a little before coming here, just so that he’d sound great in case they watched a musical. But he’d set himself on fire before revealing that. Patton sang along too. Sometimes they sang the duets together and it made Roman smile widely.

Virgil sat next to him and Roman was pretty sure that the other boy didn’t move once within the two hours the movie was playing. Was he really scared? He had put a pillow between them. Maybe he was. Maybe Roman should have been nicer to him. He didn’t want to scare him. Well maybe he still had a chance to make it up to him. But did he really want to? He tried to look at the other boy without him noticing. He seemed tense and he frowned a little. They were watching a movie, why wasn’t he relaxed like everyone else? Roman didn’t quite understand, but he felt the urge to talk to him. To show him that he wasn’t really a mean person.

“You like the movie?” Virgil didn’t answer, he just nodded a bit.

“The singing performance is just impressive, isn’t it?”

“Are you talking about the movie or about your own?”

Patton laughed loudly about Virgil’s comment but Roman just sat there pouting. Okay fine, he had tried to be nice to Virgil but it didn’t work so back to normal. Back to being sarcastic and cynical and yes, maybe a little mean. If Virgil wanted to insult him then he had every right to insult him back. He wasn’t the mean one here. Emo boy was just a cynical idiot and Roman had been right since the beginning. They should not have asked him to sit with them.

He looked at the boy, ready to snarl at him, but when he looked at his face, it wasn’t filled anger, he didn’t look mean, no. He smiled a little, a timid smile. The smile of someone who’s happy that there was laughter about the joke he made. A joke. That was all. No mean intentions. Virgil was just teasing him. He was nothing more than a boy who tried to find friends. There was no evil masterplan of being mean to Roman or of stealing his friends. He was just a boy who wanted to be liked. And Roman was just an idiot overreacting. He started smiling widely. And he meant it.

“My performance!” he answered playfully “it’s obviously way more impressive than theirs.” He joked while gesturing at the TV.

“Next week on Broadway. Rent – the one man show!” Patton joined in. “The role of Mark will be played by …. Drum roll please….” Roman started tapping on the table quickly and after a moment of hesitation, Virgil joined him. “ROMAN!” Logan stood up from his seat and started applauding.

“And the role of Roger will be played by…. ROMAN!” Roman got up now and took a bow dramatically.

“And the role of Mimi and literally everyone else in the play, since it’s a one man show, will be played by…”

The four of them shouted (Virgil rather mumbled) in unison “ROMAN!” And clapped loudly. Roman smiled brightly. And more importantly, Virgil smiled as well. Yes, this was way better than arguing all the time.  

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[vincent-frankenstein]

Oooo!! Could you do "I think our house is haunted" with any (or all?) of the sides?

YOU BET YOUR SKELETON I CAN

(i had so much fun writing this that im probably going to write a part two so dont get too stressed over the cliffhanger, there’ll be more in 10-12 business months when i can wrangle my creativity long enough to focus on this again)

Title: Touch-Tone Telephone (Disbelieving, That’s The Real Crime) 

Summary: Roman’s apartment is haunted.

He knows there’s something sinister in their house, something deep and dark and dreadful, and he knows he can stop it, if only his roommates would help. If only they believed him.

But his search for proof brings him face-to-face with something more horrifying than he’d ever expected. Can he survive, faced with the specter of the brother he never knew?

Warnings: ghosts, disturbing imagery (but only for one sentence near the end), knives, sleep paralysis, generally just Spooky Vibes™ also sympathetic deceit and unsympathetic remus

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It was a cold October evening when Roman gathered his roommates in the living room for one of those fam-ILY meetings Patton seemed so fond of. He sat atop his “throne” — a worn crimson armchair he’d had for years — and crossed his hands in his lap, his face set and solemn. His roommates shifted where they sat — some uncomfortably, worriedly, others just confused.

“I assume you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here,” Roman said, with the grim air of someone about to impart life-changing news.

Cecil rolled his eyes, sarcasm burning on his tongue. “No, no, Roman,” he simpered, his voice slow and insincere. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

Virgil elbowed him in the side, and Cecil abandoned his sarcasm in favor of wheezing in pain.

“Cecil, this is serious,” Roman said seriously. “What I’m about to tell you will change our lives forever. It may even ruin them.”

“Oh gosh, are you —” Patton cut off with a gasp of horror, his hand flying to his mouth. “Are you sick? Are you hurt?”

Virgil’s face grew pale. Or, well, paler than usual, which was a significant feat, because Roman hadn’t thought that was possible. “Princey, I swear to fu —”

“Language,” Cecil and Logan said in unison, the former reaching to cover Patton’s innocent ears. Virgil growled.

“I swear to Gerard Way, if you die on us —”

“No!” Roman cried, holding up his hands. “I’m not sick!”

“Then what is going on?” Logan asked, sitting forward. “This needless drama is only causing Virgil and Patton unnecessary stress.”

“’Needless’? ‘Unnecessary’?” Roman gasped with over-dramatic offense, an over-dramatic hand pressed against his chest in shock. “Au contraire, ye of little faith. I come bearing news of the most heinous caliber. News that could shock each of you to your very cores, news that —”

“Oh for the love of — spit it out already!” Cecil growled, slamming his hand down on the arm of the couch and making Patton jump.

Roman leaned forward, allowing just enough time to pass, just enough stress to up the shock-value. “I think our house is haunted.”

His words had the exact effect he’d hoped for: profound, reverent silence. Logan sat back, his face set in a serious scowl as he pondered Roman’s words. Virgil and Cecil shared a look, both faces set as stone. Patton leaned forward, his eyebrows furrowing. Roman basked in their shared awe, pride blooming in his chest despite the grim nature of their situation.

Logan snorted, and the moment shattered. Virgil and Cecil both burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs with twin looks of glee. Patton was the only one who didn’t laugh, though the corners of his mouth twitched.

Roman scoffed. “What, might I ask, is so funny? I’m being serious!”

“Mhm,” Logan hummed, raising an eyebrow. “And what exactly is it that makes you believe our house is haunted?”

“I’ve been hearing noises, every night, after everyone’s gone to bed. Footsteps, doors opening and closing, muffled, moaning voices. There’s a shadowy figure that has passed my bedroom door several times, bringing with it a feeling of utter dread.”

Cecil rolled his eyes. “That’s just Virgil,” he said, earning another elbow in the side that left him wheezing all over again.

“No!” Roman cried. “It absolutely is not Virgil! It’s all hunched and baggy and strange, like — like some sort of ghoul.”

Virgil shrugged. “As much as I’d love to live in a haunted house — and as much as I hate agreeing with Cecil — he’s probably right. I go downstairs for midnight snacks all the time.”

“At five in the morning?”

Virgil shrugged again.

“No,” Roman insisted. “I don’t buy it. There’s something — something bad in this house.”

“There are five people in this household,” Logan countered. “How do you explain the fact that none of us have ever seen it?”

“I-I don’t know! Maybe it’s only showing itself to me?” Roman shook his head, scowling. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t believe me. You wouldn’t believe in ghosts if there was one right in front of you.”

“Falsehood,” Logan said. “Given proper evidence of such a thing, I would have no choice but to believe. However, you have provided no evidence beyond your own experiences, which, while strange, can be easily explained.”

“’Easily explained’? How? And don’t tell me it’s Virgil.”

“It could be any one of us,” Logan said, “including Virgil. You cannot expect a household of five to remain perfectly silent throughout the night. The fact that you hear footsteps and doors opening and closing means nothing, and the shadowy figure is most likely one of us passing by your door on the way to the bathroom.”

“And the feeling of dread?” Roman asked, eyes narrowed. “It’s the most awful feeling in the world. It sits on my chest and it’s so heavy I can barely breathe. Unless one of you is capable of doing that —”

“Like I said, that’s just Virgil,” Cecil said, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. “Feelings of dread are his specialty.”

Virgil readied his elbow, and Cecil reached behind himself and snatched up a pillow, whacking Virgil across the face. With a feral growl, Virgil lunged, and the two rolled off the couch and onto the floor, pillows flying, laughter laced beneath their mocking voices.

“Hey, c’mon,” Patton said, holding the table steady as the two roughhoused beneath it. Cecil kicked Virgil into the table, and Patton’s glass of hot cocoa nearly toppled. “Hey!”

“Enough,” Logan said, eyes narrowed. When the two didn’t listen, he stood, and Roman and Patton both covered their ears. “Enough!” he yelled, at a volume loud enough to rival an airplane taking off, and the two leaped apart. Logan sat back down, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Roman, what you are experiencing is purely psychological,” he said, once again the epitome of calm. Virgil rubbed at his ears, shoulders hunched. “Shadowy figures, a feeling of dread, and a weight on your chest can all be explained by sleep paralysis, which is —”

“I know what sleep paralysis is!” Roman said. “It absolutely was not that. I hadn’t even fallen asleep yet! And I could move.”

“Alright,” Logan said, nodding, “then it is just your mind playing tricks on you. Halloween is a handful of days away. Tell me, how many horror movies have you seen so far this month?”

Roman glared at the floor. “… Quite a few,” he admitted.

“Right. And how many horror festivals have you been to?”

“Three.”

“Mhm.” Logan readjusted his glasses, his eyes glittering smugly. “You see one of us pass your doorway, and, believing us to be some creature of supernatural origin, you begin to panic. However, you’ve mistaken that panic for a ghostly feeling of dread brought on by some malevolent outside force. The amount of horror you’ve consumed in the past few weeks has primed your brain for a haunting. You’re jumping to conclusions.”

“I am not!” Roman insisted. “I know what a panic attack feels like, Logan. This isn’t it. Something’s wrong, and — and I’ll prove it to you!”

“How?”

Roman stood. “You’ll see. I’ll get proof, and I’ll make you all believe.”

“Aw, I believe you, kiddo!” Patton said, his smile wide and earnest. Roman managed a smile back.

“Thanks, padre,” he said. Patton’s support, while appreciated, didn’t do much to lessen the righteous fury he felt at Logan’s dismissal. It was like a participation trophy — always there, whether you were right or not. He wanted first place, the golden medallion of Logan’s belief — and he was going to get it.

“Good luck, Dib No-Brain,” Virgil said, offering a sarcastic thumbs up. “Now that that’s outta the way, next order of business: who the fu —”

“Language.”

“— heck has been stealing my eyeshadow?”

Roman tuned out the conversation — which was boring, and overly predictable, really. He already knew who had stolen Virgil’s eyeshadow, but he’d never confess. It looked so much better on him. Besides, he had more important things to think about.

He knew he was right. Logan’s explanations made sense — of course they did, everything that asshole said made sense — but he couldn’t explain away the awful feeling Roman had. It wasn’t a panic attack, or sleep paralysis. It was something darker, colder than any of them could fathom, and it seemed he alone had to shoulder the weight.

Night fell, and Roman prepared for battle. With a camera as his shield and a vial of holy water — a gift from his cousin, Remy, who was as superstitious as he was sassy — as his sword, he sat on the edge of his bed and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The house was silent. Not a floorboard creaked, not a door moved, not a creature stirred. He’d drained his 12-hour supply of coffee roughly three hours in, and now his head nodded down towards his chest, eyes fluttering, sleep chasing away the last dregs of caffeine in his bloodstream.

What a waste of time. Logan was right — he was always right, really, could he be any more insufferable? There weren’t any ghosts; their house wasn’t haunted. Roman dragged a hand across his face, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. He was wrong again, too imaginative, too overdramatic, too —

Footsteps. There were footsteps in the hallway. There were footsteps in the hallway and by the time Roman stopped fumbling with his camera and managed to lift it, the shadowy figure had appeared, a baggy mass of darkness that stopped in his doorway and —

And laughed?

Wait. He knew that laugh. A small snort, stifled behind a hand, as if the act of laughing alone was enough to indict him as a human being and therefore must be hidden at all costs. “Don’t tell me you’ve been awake this entire time, Roman,” Logan said, stepping into the room with a thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“It was you,” Roman said lowly, his voice thick with ultimate betrayal. “This whole time! It was you!”

Logan readjusted his glasses. “Well, not entirely,” he said. “I’m sure Virgil contributed to your hypothesis at some point, he tends to wander the house during the night. However, I wasn’t doing this intentionally to scare you.”

“Bullshit,” Roman scoffed. “Why didn’t you say anything? I’ve been up all night!”

“I did say something, Roman. I told you that your ‘shadowy figure’ was merely one of us passing your doorway. I could have reiterated, but…” The ghost of a smirk passed his face. “I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to see you like this.”

Roman promptly threw his pillow at Logan’s face. Logan dodged. What an asshole.

“So is that the only reason you came down here? To see me suffer?” Roman placed a hand against his chest, shaking his head. “I never thought you capable of such cruelty. I guess I’m just wrong about everything these days!”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You are not the only reason I came down,” he said, “and you’re not wrong about everything. Just several, inconsequential things.”

“Thanks,” Roman deadpanned. “Why did you come down, then?”

“For Crofters.”

“Oh. Of course.” Roman grabbed his pillow from the floor and set his camera on his bedside table, rolling his eyes. “Go ahead. Leave me to my shame. Enjoy your jelly.”

He flopped down on his side, hugging the pillow to his chest, and heaved a long, pitiful sigh. Logan hesitated in the doorway, closing his eyes and breathing in for a long three seconds. “Roman,” he said. “Would you… perhaps, care to join me?”

Wow. Sure, Roman had been angling for Logan to offer, but he hadn’t expected the nerd to actually do it. His guilt-trips only ever worked on Patton, and occasionally Virgil, once in a blue moon and every other holiday. First time for everything, he supposed.

“I. Uh. Sure?” He stood, still holding his pillow to his chest. “Only if I get the last of the concord jelly.”

Logan shot him a look. “Absolutely not. Die.”

Roman collapsed against the wall, clutching his chest, head lolling, eyes rolling back into his head. “Agh! Sweet embrace of death, come so soon to gather me into Her arms! How could this beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~”

He dropped to the floor, onto his hands and knees, and fell sideways, a heap of limp limbs. When he was sure his performance was enough, he released his final breath. Logan blinked down at him, unimpressed, and kicked him in the side as he passed.

“Fine!” Roman called after him. “You’re not invited to my funeral!”

Logan flipped him off without even looking back. What an asshole.

Roman shoved himself to his feet and scrambled after him, mind set. He was going to get that jelly before Logan could even blink, and he wasn’t going to share a single drop of it. That’d teach him to ignore Roman’s acting gold.

He slid past Logan and rushed into the kitchen, not realizing that Logan had stopped in the doorway, not noticing the dread that settled deep in his bones until he slid to a hasty stop, a sharp gasp flying from his lips.

“Oh,” he squeaked. His heart attempted gymnastics in his chest and only succeeded in lodging in his throat, choking away every attempt at a response Roman could possibly give.

There was a knife.

Floating in midair.

There was a knife floating in midair and really, a sight like that should have sent him running, but there was a knife floating in midair and it wasn’t supposed to do that and simply the shock alone was enough to lock his legs in place. He glanced around; surely there were strings, somewhere. Surely the others were pranking him. Surely —

The knife was moving.

“Logan,” he managed, in a voice several dozen octaves higher than usual. “Logan, please tell me you’re seeing this, please —”

“I —” Logan tried to speak several times. His voice failed, words cutting out again and again. “I — Yes. That’s — mhm. Yep.”

The knife was floating away from them, thank god, and Roman couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized. “What do we do?” he hissed, and he could practically feel Logan struggling to find an answer. He was speechless — the great Logan Sanders, king of Being Insufferable, had been stricken speechless, and Roman didn’t even have the time to enjoy it. “Do… Do we call an exorcist?”

And wow was that the wrong thing to say, because the haunted-demon-ghost-knife heard him, and it whipped around in midair — and suddenly a figure appeared around it, and Roman collapsed backward, wheezing, the weight on his chest so suddenly heavy that he couldn’t draw a single breath. Logan looped his arms through Roman’s and held tight, his own breathing sharp and erratic.

The figure — tall, horrible, green, a rotting face, the barest wisps of a mustache above a skeletal smile, and eyes that Roman recognized, eyes that had stared him down in the mirror every day since he’d been born, his eyes, the ghost had his eyes — grinned, raising the knife. Roman couldn’t breathe.

“Boo.”

#sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #ts deceit #sympathetic deceit #ts remus #unsympathetic remus #(for now ;3c) #basically this au is like. the sides are all a Found Fambly living in the same apt #a bunch of dumbasses platonically in love who may or may not have a ghost join their littol family sometime in the future :3c #celeste's portfolio #ts-touch-tone-telephone au #Anonymous

[quoth-the-sparrow]

Jellyfish

A Sanders Sides One-Shot

Warnings: Food mention, Sympathetic Deceit (if I need to add anything please let me know)

Pairings: Logicality and Anaroceit (aka Roman x Virgil x Deceit)

Description: Based off a one word prompt given to me by @dutifullystrangekingdom and an anon!

Word Count: 941

A/N: This can also be found on ao3 here

Patton sat on his living room floor, surrounded by scraps and strips of wrapping paper. He huffed out a sigh of irritation as he cut a new piece off in hopes that this attempt would finally be the one. He knew unwrapping and re-wrapping the box was a waste but it had to look perfect. Unfortunately, nothing he had done so far looked good enough.

After the seventh time, he decided to give up and put the gift inside what he'd bought as a backup, which was a galaxy printed gift bag with a silver ribbon to tie the handles together.

"Finally," Patton muttered under his breath as he flopped onto the floor. He felt drained from all the stress he'd been dealing with lately, but today was a rare day off. And he had plans to spend it with his best friend who he may or may not totally have a crush on.

He meant to lay there on the floor until he had to get up and shower, but his phone chimed. He rolled over onto his stomach and reached for his phone, grabbing it from the coffee table. It was a message from the aptly named Gay Panic group chat.

Danger Noodle: Hey Patton

Danger Noodle: Just wanted to check up on you

Fall Out Gay: Yea how r u holding up

Prince Charming: Padre, my dear, you simply must flirt with Logan tonight!!!

Pawton: I'm feeling nervous but I have Logan's present all wrapped up~ Flirt? I don't know if I can do that...

Fall Out Gay: I know its scary but u got this

Pawton: Maybe? I mean what if Logan doesn't feel the same way about me?

Danger Noodle: Oh yes, someone who is constantly trying to impress you and is always looking around for you and asking about you isn't into you at all

Fall Out Gay: Cmon D dont b so sarcastic

Danger Noodle: Sarcastic? Me? Never

Prince Charming: Okay, you two edgelords, that's enough! Padre, Logan is definitely, totally, completely head over heels for you! You're so cute; who wouldn't be?! ;)

Pawton: Dee, you jokester, you~ And okay, I can do this, maybe, hopefully~ It's already almost 4pm, I should probably go shower?

Prince Charming: Good idea! Have fun on your date ;) I'm expecting you to provide all the details when you get back!

Fall Out Gay: Only if u want 2 Pat

Danger Noodle: You've really nothing to worry about

Danger Noodle: Have fun, and my advice? Wear that baby blue mini skirt of yours

Danger Noodle: Nerd boi will love it

Pawton: Oh, um... with my fishnets or knee high socks?

Prince Charming: The fishnets!!! Ooh want me to come over and do your makeup? Just say the word and I'll be there!

Pawton: No that's okay, I think I got it~ Thank you all so much! I'm gonna go get ready now, see y'all tomorrow for movie night?

Fall Out Gay: U bet

Danger Noodle: Yes, I'll bring the pizzas this time if Roman can bring dessert

Prince Charming: Honey, I am the dessert ;)

Fall Out Gay: ...ur ridiculous bring cookies

Prince Charming: Ridiculously attractive, I think you mean! But yes, of course, cookies it is!

Patton chuckled at his friends' antics and left them to it while he went to get ready

***Later that evening***

Pawton: Is anyone on?

Prince Charming: Yes!!! How did it go did you two kiss tell me everything!!!!

Fall Out Gay: Whoa Princey chill dude

Danger Noodle: I don't think our dear royal knows the meaning of the word

Fall Out Gay: ur rite

Prince Charming: Offended Princey Noises

Pawton: :D It went way better than I thought it would! Logan loved his jellyfish plushie I got him! He even liked that it was pink, which I didn't expect either?! So I'm really glad I went with that instead of the green one~ Dee, Roman, you were both so right, he likes me too!

Danger Noodle: Told you so, darling

Fall Out Gay: Im happy 4 u Pat

Prince Charming: Did he say anything about that smokin' outfit of yours?!

Pawton: Oh, um, aaahhhh~ I think he really did like it? He was blushing when he saw me so I'm assuming he liked it? We held hands! We haven't kissed yet but we have a date planned for Sunday afternoon! We're going to the aquarium across town~

Fall Out Gay: Thats gr8 Pat u 2 r cute 2gether

Danger Noodle: Honestly it's about time you two clueless disaster gays got together

Danger Noodle: It was obvious Logan had a thing for you the moment he laid his blue eyes on you, darling

Prince Charming: You two are absolutely adorable together! I'm so happy it turned out so well, I knew it would! Oooh does this mean we can all go out on dates together? It would be fun to go bowling or to an amusement park together!

Pawton: That would be fun! I'll mention it to Logan and see what he thinks but I'm all for it if it means I get to spend time with everyone I love!

Fall Out Gay: Not 2 b a hypocrite but thats gay

Danger Noodle: Uh yeah I sure hope it is

Pawton: xD You two are hilarious!

Fall Out Gay: I aim 2 please but i gotta get some sleep so good nite

Danger Noodle: Good idea; besides I think Remy is in need of makeup tips and wants to video chat

Danger Noodle: See you all tomorrow evening for movie night

Prince Charming: Good night my loves!

Pawton: Good night! Can't wait for tomorrow~

A/N 2: I hope you all enjoyed that! This is the first time I’ve ever really written in this format so if you’d like to see more of this kind of writing from me, let me know! Please re-blog and let me know your thoughts; I love hearing from y’all! Also: i’m cutting down my taglist since it’s kinda gotten out of hand and a lot of people on it are inactive so if you’d like to be tagged let me know! I also post all my writing to ao3 at Storytelling_Sparrow

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#sparrow writes #one word prompts #sanders sides one shot #logicality #anaroceit #ts deceit #sympathetic deceit #human au #tw food mention #patton sanders #deceit sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #chat fic #gay panic #fluffy fluff #mutual pining #jellyfish #I'm bad at titles #feel free to reblog #let me know what you think

[lamp-up-my-ass]

A Sander Sides AU

Alright this is for a fic idea that im planning on posting soon. I don't know what else to call it other than a Street Au

Remy:

-Blind, only really being able to see bright colours and lights. So he gravitates towards raves and parties, because he feels comforted by being able to see something, even if its splotchy/really freaking blurry colours.

-Works at a tattoo shop that he used run too when he was a young teen. Would describe things by how they feel and ask to get them tattooed. The guy never did give him a tattoo, instead helping out with sorting his thoughts by rationalizing them and such.

- Is actually young compared to all the others, only being 20.

- Gets hair dyed bright neon colours. Usually green.

- Tall as hell, and makes it worse by wearing heels.

- Only sleeps when passed out drunk or literally in the hospital. Will occasionally sleep voluntarily if content and happy.

- Trust issues.

- Roman was the guy who let him into his first rave, being a bouncer and all. Then patton, reluctantly, let him get drunk for the first time after lots of begging. And then Virgil landed him his first few jobs, but none stuck so Logan just hired him at the shop.

- Lives alone, but gets lots of check ups from the guys due to where he lives.

- Only had a boyfriend once, and it wasn't pretty. He was a big drug dealer and has a lot of power.

Deceit/ Dominic:

- Has a really bad repetation, which is only enhanced when you know his older brother.

- Lives in a nice apartment but always needs money because he spends all his money on his snake babies.

-Everyone hates him and the only person who appreciates him is his brother. Who's manipulative.

- Loves his banana snake baby deception, but shes always escaping and slithering into trouble.

- 21 years old.

- A compulsive liar because it's the only way he survived this long.

- Gets hooked up into a lot of dangerous things because of his brother and when he tried to break away, he realized he doesn't know how to live on his own.

- Pretty tiny, like 5"4. Also chubby, and has eczema that effects his face and hands.

- Actually pretty positive, but due to his reputation, his positivity is taken as being a psychopath. He also has a short temper which makes him look worse.

- Rather unknown past.

Logan:

- Runs a tattoo shop.

- Has made a safe place for troubled youth in his shop, and is saving to become a licenced therapist.

- One of the most stable people in this fic, but can sometimes become overwhelmed.

- Taller than Remy when he doesn't wear those impractical heels.

- Feels the closest to Remy, and acts like a dad, along with his 3 boyfriends.

- Age 29

Virgil:

- Works multiple jobs.

- Recovering addict and has alot of mental illness.

- Though he looks the shortest due to his slouch, but when his posture is straight it adds 2 inches.

- Was the last person to join the polysanders group and feels left out sometimes.

- Hard to get jobs because he has a bad school record. Used to get into fights and held back twice. Along with the drug record, theres not many people who are lining up to have him work for them.

- Musical genius, able to play almost any instrument. Favorite instruments are the guitar, flute, piano, and harp.

-24

Roman:

- Works as a bouncer to get money for the theatre that he wants to one day own. Also a small makeup guru on Youtube.

- Knows how to save money, find the best deals, and diy's everything due to being poor most his life.

- The title Princy used to be a sarcastic name people called him due to him being poor. Now its his stage name.

- Shortest of the four, but not as short as 'Dominic'.

- Cheerful but gets panic attacks and overworks himself.

-26

Patton:

- Grew up in a good home with and his parents were good, until he came out. Now they dont speak.

- Had a past with the same guy Remy dated and Dominics brother. But he doesn't remember it, due to a block his brain has on all those memories. But it changes when he sees Dominic. And the memories come back.

- Used to own a popular bakery but alot of things happened at once amd he decided it was to much stress. Now works closer to one of his boyfriends, Roman, as a bartender. Also volenteers at shelters.

- Dad body

- Shorter than Logan, but still tall.

- Past is slightly mysterious.

((Ill probably edit this, but its 5:00 in the morning and I need a break. Hope you like, fic coming out soon!!))

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #remy sanders #deceit sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #polysanders #LAMP #sympathetic deceit #sleepceit

[arisalty]

i’ve been here the whole time singing you a song

This one-shot was made for @notveryglittery , whose birthday is today, so Happy Birthday!

Tbh I planned the basic outline and wasn't even going to introduce quite a few characters but I did and I went with it - I hope yall like it :) As this is my first time writing Royality, any constructive criticism is accepted!

lowkey want to plan something else for this now but also don't want to set another target just yet as im a bit busy and dont wanna overload myself :/ yikes oh well

Dani, Happy Birthday! Enjoy this Royality!

AO3

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Roman had noticed a few things lately. One at the forefront of his mind was that Patton Heart was really fucking adorable.

Of course, nobody could know of this. If anyone of his friends found out he would be screwed.

Yes, his whole friend group were gay (or ace, or bi, or pan or nonbinary) disasters, but they were also incredibly good wing-people, with a high rate of getting two people dating -- and Roman didn’t want to ruin the naturalness of their friendship.

And worse he couldn’t let anyone know that The Emperor had a crush. And by extension, that meant that he couldn’t allow his crime-fighting partner (and asshat of an older brother) to find out; Virgil’s tongue was always looser when donned with the costume of Poison Shadow. And the city would be in an uproar of the thought of The Emperor liking someone romantically- and if it ever got out who it was, it would put Patton in serious danger.

But Roman couldn’t help but notice the little smiles Patton gets when talking about some of the animals in the shelter he volunteered at, or the ways his eyes light up when he gushed about the heroes of the city.

The way his open gaze instilled a feeling of trust.

And dear lord it was not helping the gay mess that was Roman Kingston.

“Alright, shithead, what’s up with you?”

“I tell you and I’m doomed you insolent sloth.” The owner of the monotonous voice shot a glance at the prying sibling.

“Right. That’s really fucking useful to know.” Dripping sarcasm; the asshat was not only prying but also getting annoyed now! Yay!

“Oh, piss off. Let me be a disaster in peace.”

The elder stood, shaking his head, before walking to the other edge of the rooftop they were perched on.

“Hurry up! Today is a sparring day.” Virgil, seeing Roman making no attempt to move, pushed forward with his mind, pushing the darkest shadows up until they were able to slap Roman across the face. “Come on, idiot. The night isn’t gonna last forever!”

Grumbling, the man in his late teens stood from his position on the edge of the rooftop, reluctantly turning at the end of the roof, with sarcastic jazz hands at his sides.

And just like that, they were sparring. Virgil completely flattened The Emperor in 3 separate rounds before some sense seemed to be knocked into the dramatic hero’s head. The furious flashes of light and dark clashed throughout the area, silent except the heavy breathing of the men, and the jibes thrown between the space between them.

It was another while before they were tired, as their sparring took place at least twice a week- they needed to stay in shape even over their sports and workouts.

Roman sat on the edge of the rooftop next to his brother, slowly regaining his breath.

When the villain attacked, it was not appreciated by the two teens. They were tired and generally unwilling to have to use their already exhausted powers. Their fighting was lacklustre and they took any moment they could to stop and perch off railings or on rooftops.

Flashes of light across the night were brief but would warp the situation, allowing shadows, viscous as ink moved away in slow patterns, stalking the villain until finding it’s perfect time to strike, pushing the villain backwards, dragging them forwards then dropping them off the edge of the building.

Yet the villain didn’t waver in power. At a mere flick of fingers, the Emperor fell backwards, barely left any time to make a platform for him to stagger onto.

How were they going to get this person then?

“What does your immoral soul bother us with, foul villain?”

“Oh, nothing really. I was just bored, so I decided to mess around with these powers I earnt the other day.”

The pale blue light of the moon offset by the warmer glow from the Emperor's hand gave enough light to see fangs flash under the mask that covered the upper half of their face.

“Why set about destroying the city, fuckwad? Why not just, I don’t know, sleep, like a normal person?”

“Ew, no, sleep? That drains me more. Plus, don’t we all need to have a little bit of chaos in our lives?”

Roman could feel the eyes rolling in his elder’s head.

“What the fuck about us two says put together, dipshit? We’re fucking disasters!”

“My fair partner has a valid point. We are fucking disasters ,” Roman eyed the inky lattice forming under the villain's feet for a second before he continued. “We’re both messes of human beings in general- have you seen his room, it's an atrocity - and my room has far too much stuff that I am far too attached to get rid of. Then there's the point that we’re both doing this along with studying for school which in itself drains your energy and the final point is, well,”—the smirk thrown his way by Poison Shadow was all he needed—”We really aren’t all that dumb.”

Poison Shadow ripped his fist upwards, the shadowed lattice folding and bending around the villain, as the Emperor reached out and began to set the still fluid shadows. The cage kept the villain in, and finally, the villain showed some kind of emotion; fear radiated from their composure; arms wrapped around their torso, fist fiddling with their cloak edge, shoulders up to their ears.

Roman pitied the now much smaller opponent. Ego and expectations of power high in their mind with newfound strength ruled their minds. The Emperor turned away, patting Poison Shadow on the back as went after he silently checked his brother was okay with dealing with him.

As he crossed the bridged gap between buildings, he heard his brother’s cry, and then he felt himself flying backwards over buildings, body limp as a rag doll as his brain tried to comprehend which was up or down or the sky or ground. Once he finally stopped moving, he found himself winded and bruised and somehow not broken- though he felt it- on a balcony. With a very familiar curious face peering down at him.

Patton. Fucking. Heart.

It was his luck, wasn’t it? He’d get thrown about like an unused toy to be left in his worst state on the balcony of one of his favourite people in the world.

“Oh my goodness, are you all right? Is anything broken? Do you need some water, food, comfort?” The stream of babble poured from Patton, his pale blue eyes wide with worry, both searching his body to analyse for damage and keeping eye contact to calm the disorientated hero.

Thank goodness these powers strengthen my bones and skin.

“Uhm… I think… I’ll be,” The Emperor was interrupted by a fit of coughing, which he dealt with but rolling onto his front and slowly making his way to his knees. “Actually, could I, uh, have a glass of water.”

Patton nodded earnestly, and even through the lingering dizziness pounding in his mind, Roman could make out the curls of Patton’s hair reflecting the cool blue of the moon. The smaller figure retreated into the building, just as Roman felt a buzz in his pocket.

Pulling out the smartphone, he huffed at the once again smashed screen to read the text he received.

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:35

-- sorry dude didnt see that coming

-- dick had us fooled into thinkin he was subdued

--you went flying tho, it was kinda hilarious

-- i got it handled, he’s trapped until police arrive

Me - 11:38

--oh ok

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:39

-- u ok? Or do i need to pick u up

Me - 11:40

-- nah it’s cool i landed on a classmates balcony, just a bit dizzy

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:40

-- cool, dickwad, dont reveal anything

Me - 11:40

-- bold of you to assume i would

-- k byeeee xxx :)))))

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:41

-- :/

Patton returned, carrying the glass.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back, my parents were wondering what happened and I figured you didn't want to be crowded so I just made up a lie and then they got me to do a quick job and uh— here.”

Roman took the drink, downing as much of it as he could, before stopping to try and stand.

“Tough villain, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess. I was knocked back ‘cos I was caught off guard. I thought Poison had got them - he was inside a huge cage, you see - so when he lashed out again after being subdued it surprised us.”

Roman looked over the city wistfully. The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with little to no breeze. Roman took this time to notice that Patton was wearing only his pyjamas and a zip hoodie thrown over the top.

“Do you need to help Poison Shadow then? It looked like you were thrown far.”

“Nah, Patton, he sent a few texts to say he handled it.”

Patton nodded in understanding, before cocking his head sideways.

“Wait, you know me?”

Shit.

Roman ran through his words and cursed at his loose mouth.

“Uh, oh yeah,” Roman coughed out, scratching at his neck, unconsciously picking at the skin. “You, uh, go to the same school as me. We’re in the same year, actually.”

You’re oversharing! The voice of his brother rang out in his head.

“Wait, really?”

God, Roman absolutely adored the way Patton’s eyes lit up, the tiny specks of green almost glowing in the natural light around them. Anything else and Roman might actually die on the spot. He just thanked his younger-little-dramatic-shit self and wanted to hide his and Virge’s faces from the world - at least Patton wouldn't be able to see his glowing red face.

“That’s so cool! I could tell you were a teen, I didn’t realise you were like, that close to me!” Patton waved his hands about excitedly, and that’s it. Roman felt like he was melting into a puddle. His friend was so cute, and he just wanted to hold Patton to his chest and treasure him and spoil him with cakes and serenades and movie nights.

Roman somehow managed to keep talking for a while, but he was going to go insane soon. He just wanted to give Patton a hug, goddamnit !

They were shook from their conversation by the door opening to reveal Declan Heart, whose eyes flew open at the visitor Patton apparently had.

“Oh my god, Logan, come out here,” he hissed out of the side of his mouth, mismatching eyes darting from the sheepish look on Patton's face to the city known hero on his house’s balcony.

When Declan’s twin cast appeared in the doorway, Patton waved, somewhat cheery, opposed to Roman’s more fidgety behaviour, his skin prickling under the gazes of the two older twins. He had only met Logan on one occasion, and he was intimidated, to say the least.  

“Suprise!” Patton giggled, with jazz hands waving at his brothers, very different from the delivery Virgil would have given in this situation.

“I knew that there was a lie somewhere in your excuse earlier!” Declan’s quiet exclamation made its way into the silence, but this just made Roman more uncomfortable under the blank stare he was receiving from Logan.

"Well, I had to because otherwise, this ," — Patton waved at the group they had formed around the hero — "would happen and the last thing that needs to happen after being thrown really far and being bashed about is being crowded. Plus, this was my lucky day." Patton giggled, throwing a wink sideways to Roman, and oh no , Roman was a mess. He felt like spontaneously combusting while gripping his heart and dramatically dying on the floor where he stood.

Yet the only reaction to this was somehow a brief panic before a smile broke out and Roman was able to laugh along a bit.

"Patton, why, might I ask, did you conceal this from both me and Declan? I understand your point on crowded-ness but you also know of our fascination with the heroes and our possible future career paths."

Logan's words made Patton look down guiltily, revealing that Logan's words were true, but he fiddled with his bracelet on his wrist before looking upwards towards the elder twin.

"Because... Because I didn't want to?"

Patton then frowned, looking almost... angry. But not towards anyone- his gaze was at the floor, more as if he was angry at himself. Logan let a smile slip onto his lips, the same teasing smile once Virgil managed to wind up Roman.

"Valid reasoning. I know for a fact my excuse would be more or less the same."

Patton brightened up again, but Roman didn't have a chance to admire him again as Declan had burst out with an exclamation asking for an autograph.

This whisked away Roman's attention for a while, ending up in a selfie with the three with his magic glowing through his veins for proof of authenticity and various things being signed as well as a note Roman felt obligated to write to the Heart parents for their (unknown) hospitality.

He even got all of them to make a small piece of memorabilia for him to keep to remember them should he not be able to visit them again. Logan gave a small origami gift, Declan a yellow feather. In Patton's case, he had to think for a few seconds before his face absolutely lit up. He rushed a tiny, absolutely minuscule potted cactus, the plant itself being about the size of his thumb, to roman, with the most adorable and sincere face.

"Here! Take Ophelia - I grew her myself. That being said, it's probably best you don't have a feel of her , she's a bit prickly!"

A groan rumbled in Logan's throat at the pun, contrasting the chuckles from Roman and Dec, followed by the all too familiar buzz of Roman's phone.

Very Early Womb-mate - 12:56

-- What the FuCK you ass?? its been an hour or so what the fuck is taking you so long?????

-- mom's gonna start to freak, u need to get home as soon as u can

-- idiot

Me - 11:56

-- aksdflaksdhfkljkj what the fuck i lost track of time heck i'll get home asap

Roman shoved his cracked phone into a pocket and grinned sheepishly.

"My brother has warned me against impending doom known as my mother and her lectures if I don't return home soon. I thank you all for your lovely donations of memorabilia and allowing me to stay. However, it is nearly 1 o'clock and we have been out here an awfully long time. Farewell, fellow humans!"

Roman turned away, climbing over the railing and forming a golden step of light in front of him.

"Ah, right, that reminds me. We were sent up here to make sure you hadn't fallen asleep up here Patton. We got sidetracked though. Come on, Pat." Logan chimed.

As Roman was leaping away over steps made for him, he could faintly hear Patton respond about watering 'Candice' and 'Bobby', which he could assume were plants, before heading inside.

Roman luckily escaped with his hide when he managed to sneak in through the window just in time before his mom burst in, looking for him. He used the excuse of being on his phone as a reason for being awake - which did admittedly get his phone taken away - but at least he wouldn't have to listen to a rant.

And as he settled to sleep, he was caught up in thinking. Remembering. Adoring.

Yes, Roman was a mess, but at least tonight he could sleep easy after the beautiful image of Patton in the moonlight, playful glint in his eyes; him holding out a tiny cactus supplied with a pun; his excited face once he realised something interesting.

It wasn't much, but to Roman it was everything.

#i haven't added the italics on here #oh well #my writing #birthday gift #notveryglittery #dani deserves the world #royality #roman sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #ts roman #ts virgil #brotherly prinxiety

[metaphoricalplutowrites]

Please never fall in love again

On ao3 here | Masterlist of my fics

Authors note: Okay, im sorry for this. I heard the song “Please never fall in love again” by Ollie MN and imediately thought of some Roman angst i could do with this. So here it is! Also, this is my first time finishing a song fic (woop) so im sorry if its kinda bad aha. But yea, ill shush now lol

Summary: Roman falls in love, but after a broken heart, he’s not sure he wants to fall in love ever again.

Pairing(s): Prinxiety (moving to moxiety in the second half)

Warnings: heartbreak, breakdown, crying, faking emotions, angst, breakup (please tell me to add more if i need to)

Words: 2617

Tags: @novagalaxy4real​  @tree4life25​ @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms​  @say-no-to-this-but-its-laurens @magicmapleleaf​ @moxiety--sanders101​ @vrexemi​ @theresneverenoughfandoms​  @patchworkofstars​ @virgilssweaterpaws​@ravenclawicecream​ @theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly​ @eye-of-terrific

Could have been one lonely night,

Just like the others

 It was well known that out of the sides, Virgil was the one who got the most anxious. The one who holed up in his room sometimes for days. The one who was sometimes the loneliest.

However, what wasn’t really known was how the creative side felt.

He always seemed so enthusiastic and extra it wasn’t really easy to see how he felt through it all. He jokes about his ‘lonely nights’ spent ‘lying in wait for a young fellow to hold in his arms tightly’. And sure, the others took them as jokes, as Roman had originally intended them to be. But in reality, they weren’t fully jokes.

There were many nights where he found himself lying in bed, the empty space around him reminding him of how alone he was. Sometimes on those nights he cried, something he just stared lifelessly at the ceiling. Things became even worse once he developed a crush on the resident emo of the 4 of them.

On those lonely nights he found himself imagining what it might be like to hold him close in his arms, what it might be like to not be so alone and have him by his side. Sure during the day he was able to be with the other sides and Mr Edgelord himself, but that didn’t really do much for when he was alone. There was still no one to hold, to talk to, to be there for, to be with. It was just Roman, and Roman alone. And there wasn’t much he could do about it as he was too scared to talk to Virgil about his crush, afraid of rejection.

So Roman just stayed like that, lonely nights coming often, tears in the came capacity. And still no one knew of his solitude.

He was lonely.

All until Virgil came up to him and said he had a crush on Roman.

But you lit up my life

This is what it’s like to be lovers

 Once the two of them had sorted things out, Roman confessing back to Virgil. Tears may have been shed and that night was the first in ages that Roman had not spent alone.

The next day was spent much the same, just admiring each other and enjoying the presence of each other, and how they both felt next to each other. Smiles and gentle kisses were shared in abundance. Both glad to be with the one they love.

The week following the confession was much the same as well. Both happier now they were with each other. Virgil was still a little slow on the relationship/opening up side, but Roman would be willing to wait for as long as the other needed. Even if it took months, he’d wait.

 You may never be lonely again

 It was a promise Roman had told Virgil one night as they lay in bed together. Now they were together there would be no more nights spent alone – for either of them. They’d both smiled with the sentence, both hoping, promising for a future where they’d be together.

Even Logan and Patton could somehow tell Roman was feeling a lot better – even if they hadn’t known his previous struggles. Roman no longer made lonely jokes in vain, but as actual jokes, sarcastically asking ‘what he would ever do without his dark knight be his side’. Solitude was banished from the prince’s room, no more tears and crying over empty space as now it was no longer empty.

Roman was happy and so was Virgil.

 Spin with me, endlessly or at least until the end

 Dancing was one of the things Roman was known for being good at, and he definitely showed that to Virgil.

Date nights, while most were mainly movie nights and lounging on the couch, were sometimes occasionally ended with Roman taking the darker side’s hand and leading him into a slow dance. Swaying from foot to foot in time with the slow beat of the music playing softly in the background. Huddled against each other, holding on as if they planned to never let go again. Sharing moments of raw affection, soft whisperings and secret promises to never be apart again until death.

They often took up the whole living room, their swaying taking them in circles, spinning gradually as they went. Times like these seemed to go on forever, not that either of them were complaining, they were tunes they both treasured dearly.

Eventually they would have to stop for the night, mostly due to the fact that it was late and also because they were tired.

Even though the slow dance may have stopped, it didn’t mean that they stopped showing their love for each other even after and continued until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

 Please never fall in love again,

Oh, please never fall in love again

 Roman knew that he was happy with how things were at the moment. He had found the love of his loaf, his prince, and he was able to spend every moment with him. He loved Virgil dearly and he hoped that wouldn’t change.

He hoped to hell and back that this would stay forever. That they would both stay in love forever. He knew how sometimes people’s feelings changed over time. And he knew how much that hurt when that happened, while it may not have happened to him, he’d seen it happen to others. but he was determined to make sure that didn’t happen to him.

Besides, he and Virgil were oh so terribly in love at that moment, it was hard to see them ever breaking up. So Roman payed this train of thought no mind. It didn’t matter after all.

He loved Virgil, and Virgil loved him, there wasn’t anything that could change that.

Right?

 And if some other guy, catches your eye

 It was a weird feeling. After a good number of months of being together, Roman felt as if Virgil was becoming distant. Sure, he could have put it down to the other having possibly more work to do than usual – though Roman couldn’t see any reasons why he would have more work – but it felt like something else.

Date nights became few and not as often as they used to be. When Roman asked if Virgil wanted to watch a film, these days more often than not, he’d politely decline, giving some kind of excuse and Roman would be left to himself once more. Just like those nights before he got together with Virgil.

Kisses became fewer and while Roman reminded Virgil everyday how he loved him, the other responded with hesitation, if at all. Sometimes it was only a mere nod of the head.

He could feel Virgil slipping away slowly, and he had no idea how to fix it. It was then that he started to realise.

Virgil’s glances at the moral side. The way his eyes lingered and looked at him the way he once looked at Roman,

How he saw Virgil trying to get closer to Patton, but also staying away as if his anxiety was holding him back – to be fair he was the embodiment of anxiety after all.

After a while it seemed like Virgil spent more time with Patton than he did with his boyfriend – if you could still call him that at this point. They always baked cookies together and more than once when Roman had requested a date night, Virgil had declined as he’d apparently already made plans for the night with Patton.

Honestly, Roman became to question if Virgil even loved him anymore. He didn’t know what hurt more, the thought of it, or the fact that he had thought about it so much recently, when he saw the two together it was all he could think of. So he just had to go around saying he was fine, even when he saw Patton returning Virgil’s gazes sometimes, he had to continue on with a slowly breaking heart.

 Please just text me your goodbye

 It was an evening when Virgil decided to speak up. Roman had asked him to watch a movie with him, but Virgil had once again said no, but also said that he had to admit something to Roman.

By this time he kinda guessed what was coming, but he still had to keep hopeful. Just in case what he though was coming wasn’t actually, and maybe he was just imagining it all.

But alas, at some point the truth had to come.

Virgil carefully explained how he had come to no longer harbour any romantic feelings towards the creative side anymore, and that he now had feelings for Patton instead.

God it would have been so much easier if this was all written down in a letter or a text. Roman wouldn’t have to deal with the grief and emotion in Virgil’s voice as he confessed.

But Roman had to stay strong, this wasn’t going to break him. Besides, he had kinda already guessed it before Virgil even said anything anyways. He had guessed for a while now. But hearing Virgil say that he didn’t love him anymore just hurt more than he thought, even as Virgil apologised.

 You know i don’t look pretty when I cry

 He reassured Virgil that it was fine, that it was perfectly okay. That people change and he’d support him and Patton’s relationship if they ever got together. All the while, while saying this he fought back tears. He was a good actor, so the emotions were hidden behind a mask he put up.

He didn’t want to look pathetic in front of Virgil.

However when he returned to his room after bidding the other goodnight, all walls and masks he put up to shield his sadness from Virgil crumbles and he fell to the floor, sobbing his heart out. He had been on many a quest before and had experienced pain, but nothing like this.

So he cried and cried, until there were no more tears to come and all that was left was simply a hollow shell, not sure of what to do next. Tear tracks trances the sides of his face and his eyes were red, his hair a mess from where he had ran his hands through it in an attempt to make himself feel better.

Patton had come to check on him at some point later that night. He didn’t open the door as he knew he looked like utter crap, but he tried his best to sound cheerful and like he was actually okay as he replied through the door. Which seemed to be enough for Patton to leave him alone, satisfied with Roman’s answer.

He fell asleep, not bothering to get back up from the floor and onto his bed. All sense of motivation had left him and he felt so broken and lost. He’d lost the love of his life and he’d never felt so alone, not even the times before his relationship. So for that moment he just tried to sleep, too tired to do anything else.

 And I don’t want that to be your final glimpse of me, baby

 The next morning when he got up he still looked like utter crap. But he masked it with layers of makeup and put on a smile as he headed down to breakfast, pretending as if his breakdown hadn’t happened the previous night. He was given a curious look from Virgil, but he only smiled in reply.

Breakfast went as it normally did, apart from at the end he somehow found himself confessing to the others that he and Virgil had broken up, it was going to have to come out at some points anyways, better get it out of the way earlier than later. It received a shocked gasp from Patton, who asked if they were okay. Roman brushed it off of course, not wanting to concern him with his problems and troubles. So they all accepted it and moved on, due to Roman’s good acting and managing to get them to understand quickly enough.

The next morning when he came down, once again hiding his true feelings when he saw Virgil, it seemed as if afore mentioned side had something to announce. And it was probably something to do with Patton as the both of them seemed to be smiling at each other a lot.

Virgil and Patton were now a couple.

It took a few moment s for the information to sink in, but when he did he immediately congratulated the two of them, ignoring the pain he felt in his check as he did so. Everyone seemed so happy and cheerful. Once it was over, Roman once again retreated back to his room, the others believing he was fine. When in reality, he really wasn’t.

He got into his room and cried once more. Cursing the world and his heart. His makeup was ruined, so there was no point in going back and seeing the others again that day. So he just spent the rest of the day in his realm, fighting imaginary dragon witches to ignore how his heart ached. He fought until he could physically fight no more and he collapsed on his bed. Loneliness once again worming its way into his chest and making him feel slip back to the days he spent countless nights alone.

It seemed those days never really left for good and were now back with a vengeance.

 But if you could please return my Shrek DVDs, maybe

 Later in the week, he gathered the courage to go up to Virgil’s room after realising he’d leant said side some of his Disney films. He approached the door cautiously and just as e was about to knock, the door opened and revealed a slightly startled Virgil standing there, holding a small-ish pile Roman’s DVDs, and a few other things Roman had forgotten he’d given Virgil.

With little conversation, Roman took the items and brought them back to his room, turning back only to see Patton approach Virgil and see them share a kiss.

He proceeded straight to his room and set the things aside, once again going back into his realm to fight.

Roman could see Virgil was returning all the things he’d given him when they were in love. And Roman couldn’t honestly blame him. He wouldn’t want anything he’d given anyone either. But he was still upset and then turned that sadness into fighting rage as he tore through enemy after enemy.

Every day spending more time in his own realm than he did with the other sides. Not that they really noticed, they thought he was just trying to get some creative energy out or something like that.

 Please never fall in love again

 It was during one of his battles that he decided. It hurt too much to fall in love. Love hurt too much. Maybe it would be easier if it never happened again. Maybe it would be easier if it never happened in the first place.

Either way, he made a decision and he didn’t think of ever going against it.

He would close off his heart. He didn’t want to feel the pain of love again, didn’t want to deal with the heart ache which ensued afterwards. He didn’t want to fall in love ever again. He planned to stick to his decision, for as long as possible.

No, he wouldn’t fall for anyone anymore. After what had happened, he’d make sure it never happened again.

Ever.

 Oh, please never fall in love again.

#sanders sides #prinxiety #moxiety #heartbreak #tw heartbreak #crying #fake emotions #tw crying #angst #breakup #tw breakup #metawrites

[yourhappypappypatton]

5 analogical

#5: Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once? Pairing: AnalogicalWord Count: 1060Warnings: Cursing, Depression, Anxiety, mental health problems, near panic attack, mentions of bad parentingSummary: Humman! Au analogical getting together. 

Logan and Virgil were not a normal couple. One was a child protegee, everyone was always so invested in his academic accomplishments, he never had the chance to truly be a child and really be emotionally and mentally healthy. He had to grow up much too fast, so more often than not he simply chooses to ignore all of his emotions, this has earned him many unflattering titles throughout the years. Simply because he’s not empathetic, prefers to work out issues using logic rather than tact, and at times doesn’t yawn when somebody in his immediate vicinity does, does not mean that he’s a psychopath, thank you very much. The other partner was a depressed, anxious child, one whose parents neglected his mental health, and told him to simply get over it. This caused his mental problems to get bigger, and bigger, until he finally got a therapist, Dr. Picani, when he moved out.

 The two men were both emotionally and mentally vulnerable. They needed to find solitude from their problems, and they found that in each other. They met in their sophomore year of College in the library, Logan was perusing a thick book that was nearly the size of his head, writing down notes every once in a while, and Virgil was a few tables over, nearly edged into a panic attack.

Logan had noticed the other man’s erratic breathing, abandoned his task, and helped ground Virgil. He asked if he had permission to touch Virgil, and upon receiving an affirmative, he began to slowly rub circles into the anxious man’s back, directing him to use breathing exercises and to look around for five things he can see, four things he can hear, three things he can feel, and so forth. After getting Virgil down from his near attack, Logan introduced himself. Virgil was drained from the high emotional state he was in, so his mental floodgates could hold less of his thoughts in, so he mumbled “I’m Virge, and you’re kind of pretty.” at that time, many other patrons of the library could have attested to have hearing the human equivalent of the Windows Error Noise coming out of Logan’s mouth. Eventually, he helped Virgil back to his dorm. The encounter was a little awkward for Logan, but he felt that it was the right thing to do, awkwardness aside.

Second semester came along, and with it came some new classes. It just so happened that Logan and Virgil had a class together. Near the end of the first day, Virgil approached Logan somewhat awkwardly and apologized for his actions in the library all that time ago. Logan brushed it off. He didn’t need an apology for something so small in the grand scheme of things. Logan honestly tried to shake off Virgil after that, he had never needed a friend before, and he wasn’t going to start needing one now. Logan had logged into his tumblr after the fiasco of a class and began vaguing about college life, and then posted a few lines of poetry to clear his head before going to his next class. He checked the social media after class and was a little surprised when he saw that someone had messaged him. @panic!ateverywhere…? Was that a reference to something?

Logan opened up the message, and it was a fellow college student. they somehow related to Logan’s position. Apparently they had approached someone in class today, and they had simply brushed them off. How curious, that situation was nearly an exact parallel to Logan’s own. He offered a few objective words of advice to the student to speak to the fellow classmate… if he had only known that the man, Virgil, would use those exact strategies that Logan had suggested to the online user just a few days earlier. Logan raised an eyebrow at that, and then remembered a post that he had saw a while back, saying that you should comment on one’s shoelaces to see if they are also from tumblr, because apparently asking somebody if they are on that specific social network isn’t a “thing to do”.

Logan asked the question, and Virgil looked at him in confusion for a few moments before it dawns on him. He mumbled back “Thanks. I stole them from the president.” Logan nodded once. “Am I to infer that you are @Panic!ateverywhere?” Virgil nodded dumbly. “Yeah, that’s me. Does that mean you’re @LogicallyInfered?” Logan held back a smirk as he copied Virgil’s prior action. “That would be correct.” “Oh… cool.. So, would you- like mind my company… or? Ugh- nevermind.” Logan rested a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “I would not object being friends with you.”

After a while, everyone on campus knew that Logan and Virgil were the dynamic duo. Virgil became more open and snarky the longer he was around Logan. Logan became more emotionally open, going so far as to yell “falSEHOOD!” on more than one occasion, and shocking the entire room. The two were inseparable, and it wasn’t really a surprise to anybody when they began dating about a year after meeting one another. Their relationship really didn’t change all that much except now there was a title, a little more cuddling, and kissing… thing is, even with all of this progress that they’ve made throughout the years, they were still damaged.   Day of graduation, Virgil was combing his hands through Logan’s hair, trying to get rid of his nervous energy. “Lo, I don’t know if I can go through with this. I’m too fucked up for actual society, society won’t let me live off of tumblr commissions and existential crises. I can’t be normal like everyone wants me to be, I just can’t! Logan, they won’t understand… they can’t!” Logan turned around, stopping Virgil from playing with his hair. He grabbed Virgil’s hands gently and pressed a kiss to the back of one of them, his favourite way to show affection. “My dearest, we can act normal for just one day. After today, we can be as odd as we want, I shall help you make your living off of tumblr, and possibly even your many crises. That one British man did it via YouTube.” “Dan Howell?” “Affirmative. We shall figure something out for you, my love.” The two were undoubtedly still damaged, but they had each other.

(A/N) I know I changed the prompt a little bit, but supportive Logan is my lifeblood. I got really into this one. goodness, I love my boys.  If you want to send me a prompt, click here! 

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#analogical #logan sanders #virgil sanders #dr picani #thomas sanders #sanders sides #fander #fanders #fanfic #fanfiction #sanders sides fandom #my writing #drabble #prompt #human au #college au #alternate universe

[ethospathoslogan]

H, I, J, and K?

H: How would you describe your style?

a mess

in all seriousness tho, i like to think that i put equal-ish amounts of narrative and dialogue (depending on the story) and that i can fall into a more sarcastic-narrator style

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

im a slut for adverbs and enemies to lovers fics

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

roman was gonna become a vampire in the vampire AU and there was a split second where i considered killing virgil

also the secret agent AU originally didn’t have a happy end bc plot i was thinking of made it basically impossible (but now it will have a happy end)

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

in my fic for the all for the game fandom, i made everyone think i was gonna brutally murder the narrator two chapters before the end, and then i made everyone think i was going to, once again, brutally murder the narrator in the last chapter

i didn’t tho!!! he lived!!!

also imo having roman have an absolute breakdown in the vampire AU after virgil was stolen is pretty high up on that list

also idk if it matters now bc idk what’s going on with the vampire AU,,,, but in hotyh, virgil attempts to stake logan at one point

#answered #personal #notalwaysthevillian

[milomeepit]

Virgil’s Birthday

Prompt: So headcannon where the sides are all talking about special dates ((birthdays, anniversaries, etc)) and Patton goes, “Hey, Virge, when’s your birthday?” and he gets all quiet before just saying it, and horror just fills their faces as they realize it was forgotten a week ago https://chemically-imbalanced-romance.tumblr.com/post/168974544071/so-headcannon-where-the-sides-are-all-talking

Relationships: Platonic LAMP (Maybe Analogical at the end if you squint?)

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Patton stretched up on his tiptoes, trying to reach up to the top of the window. He huffed in frustration and strained to hang the end of the banner on the hook attached to the wall. What he wouldn’t give to have the extra six inches to be Virgil’s height. “Roman?” He called, half-turning towards the kitchen.

“You need some assistance there?” Roman grinned as he meandered over.

Patton pouted. “I can’t reach. Can you get a ladder or something?”

“Psh, I can do better than that!” Roman proclaimed. He swooped forwards, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist and lifting him up.

Patton squeaked in surprise, then quickly hooked the banner onto the wall. “There!”

Roman set him down and nodded. “It looks good!”

Virgil glanced up from his spot on the couch. HAPPY MEW YEAR! the banner read. Cartoon cats with party hats were on either end, and he chuckled at the pun. “Nice one, Patton.”

“Indeed, it shall suffice for the celebration,” Logan agreed. He sat at the kitchen table, carefully drawing out a schedule for the new year. Papers, rulers, and pencils littered the surface around him.

“Yaaaaay!” Patton grinned, clasping his hands together and bouncing up and down excitedly.

“So, what’s on the agenda for 2018 so far, Specs?” Roman asked, coming up behind Logan and clapping a hand on his shoulder.

Logan jumped at the sudden touch, frowning up at Roman. “Well, first of all, we need to work out resolutions-”

“Because that went so well last year,” Virgil said dryly.

Logan cleared his throat and continued. “Then of course, there’s Patton’s birthday, Valentine’s Day, Memorial Day, your birthday, Independence Day, Labour Day, Halloween, my birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Now, naturally, I believe we should be focusing on staying organised in the new ye-”

“Wait!” Patton interrupted, shooting over the the couch and flopping down next to Virgil. “You forgot Virgil’s birthday!”

Logan blinked, looking closer at his schedule, and frowned again. “... I have indeed. My sincere apologies, Virgil. I’ll add it immediately.”

Virgil sighed, cupping the back of his neck. “N-nah, it’s fine, guys. Don’t worry.”

“C’mon, Gloom N’ Doom, we couldn’t forget about you!” Roman insisted.  

“Virgil, what’s your birthday, kiddo?” Patton smiled at him.

“It’s, uh...” Virgil licked his lips, nervous. “My birthday’s December 19th.”

The room went silent for a few seconds, and he regretted saying anything. He closed his eyes, curling up tight. There he went again, spoiling the mood. God, couldn’t he keep his mouth shut-

“We missed your birthday?” Patton whispered, horror clear in his voice as he gently touched Virgil’s shoulder.

“It’s fine, guys, don’t worry about it,” He murmured dismissively, unable to meet Patton’s eyes.

“It most certainly is not fine!” Roman shook his head. “Virgil, we are very sorry-”

“It’s fine,” Virgil snapped, shaking off Patton’s hand and standing. “Just drop it, okay?” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “... I’m going to bed.”

“It’s 4pm,” Logan glanced at his watch.

“I’m tired.” Without another word, Virgil disappeared up the three steps leading from the common area into the hallway.

“... Uh oh,” Roman sighed.

“Oh nooooooooo, we have to do something, guys!” Patton rushed over, grabbing onto Roman’s sleeve.

“Absolutely.” Logan agreed. “The only question is what? We clearly wouldn’t want to overwhelm him if he’s already not feeling great about it.”

“Buuut, it needs to be something special. Something... that just screams Virgil...” Roman mused.

“I’m gonna start making a cake!” Patton announced, sprinting to the kitchen. “Do you guys think chocolate would be good? Oooh, maybe devil’s food. Or black forest?”

“I think I remember Virgil saying he liked cherries,” Logan replied, setting aside the schedule and pulling up another piece of lined paper. “Roman, can you help me brainstorm some movies that Virgil might like?”

“Top of the list, Black Cauldron. Hmm...” Roman tapped on his chin. “The Hunchback of Notre Dame might be good as well. Return to Oz, perhaps?”

“All those suggestions sound really good!” Patton grinned. “How about Fantasia?”

“Fantasia? For Virgil?” Roman didn’t sound convinced.

“Well, sure! He likes music a lot. The animation is gorgeous. It’s right up his alley!” Patton explained.

“True, true... I’ll write it down,” Logan nodded.

Meanwhile, as the three older Sides talked, Virgil was pacing back and forth in his room. Good job, dumbass, you upset them all. God, why do you even bother? It’s not worth it anyway. You’re not worth it. Even if they did do something, you would have said or done the wrong thing.

His hands nervously raked through his hair.

You’re just fucking everything up again. They’re gonna hate you for not wanting to participate.

His fingers tightened into fists, pulling at the roots of his hair.

theyhateyoutheyhateyoutheyhateyoutheyhateyou

He sunk down into his bean bag, shaking. He tried to focus on his breathing. He could see the danger signs, see that he was standing right on the edge of a meltdown. The air was thick and heavy, hard to heave into his burning lungs. He couldn’t. Not right now. He couldn’t call the others to help. He couldn’t do it right now.

hecouldntcouldntcouldntcantdoanythingcantevensuffocateright

He shuddered, lurching forward off of the bean bag and crawling towards his bed. He snatched the Eeyore plush off of his bed- a gift from Patton- and clung to it desperately.

See, Patton gave me this, Patton cares, they care. They care. They care. He repeated to himself silently as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

He didn’t know how long he sat there, curled awkwardly on the ground, silently crying until his eyes seemed to run dry. Minutes? Hours? Time seemed static, unchanging, within his little bubble of misery.

Well, aside from the sun going down outside his window, but that was an illusion anyway.

A soft knock on the door shook him out of his blank trance. He leapt to his feet, scrubbing at his face quickly with his hands. “Yeah, what is it?” He called, doing his best to sound nonchalant.

“Hey, there, buddy...!” Roman’s voice was cheery, suspiciously so.

“... Can I help you, Princey?” Virgil rolled his eyes, gently setting Eeyore down on the bed before he trudged over to the door. He stood before it with his arms crossed, not yet opening it.

“So, Logan wanted some help with planning the next few videos and he wanted to see if you had any input?”

Virgil stiffened. Of course. Even after earlier, a small part of him had been quietly hoping that they would ignore him, make a big deal out of it, do something special. He viciously crushed the thought. He had told them to drop it, they had. He should be happy they did as he asked.

Not that they understand what you want because you never fucking talk to anyone.

idiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiot

“Y-yeah, sure. I’ll be out there in a sec.” He replied, glancing at himself in the mirror and frowning. His eyeshadow was smudged to hell and back.

“Excellent!” There was a pause. “Out of curiosity, do you like cherries?”

Huh? “I mean, they’re okay, I guess.” Virgil shrugged as he began to clean up his face. “Why? We doing a fruit video or something?”

“Yeah, something like that. Just curious.”

Virgil set down his makeup, then opened the door. Roman was leaning against the wall across the hall, a thoughtful look on his face. “Gee, you almost look like you have a brain,” Virgil said sarcastically.

“Surprisingly, it does exist,” Roman laughed.

Virgil snickered. “You’re a dork, you know that?”

“And proud of it!” Roman extended a hand and grinned. “Virgil, do you trust me?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “I mean, you asking honestly or...?”

“Shut up and close your eyes, Mr Secretary of Nagriculture.” Roman grabbed his hand. “I promise not to trip you up.”

“Oh gee,” Virgil snorted, closing his eyes, “I feel safer already.”

Roman led him down the hallway, dodging around the pot plant next to Patton’s door. “Okay, gonna stop just before the stairs, alright?”

“Sure?” Virgil frowned.

He heard hushed whispers, a giggle from Patton, and Logan sighing. He strained, trying to hear what they were saying.

“Are you ready, Virgil?” Patton asked, suddenly much closer to him.

He jumped slightly. “Uh... yes?”

“Open your eyes and come on in, then!”

Virgil cracked open his eyes and took a step forward, onto the middle stair.

He was suddenly assaulted by party horns, confetti, and a spray of silly string onto his chest. He yelped and jumped, losing his balance. His foot slipped off the stair and he landed with a thump on the wooden floor.

“Oh, gosh, are you okay?” Patton tossed his party horn to the side, kneeling down next to Virgil.

Virgil looked around the room, speechless. Black, purple, and grey streamers were hung from the ceiling, draping down like cobwebs. A dark purple tablecloth had been thrown over the dining table, where a large purple and black iced cake sat. Even from his spot on the floor, he could see the dark glazed cherries in a ring on the top. Balloons bobbed up from each chair, with more tied to weights dotted around the edge of the room.

What caught his attention most, however, was the large, bright banner hanging across the top of the window. Happy Birthday, Kiddo! It read in bold, colourful writing, with his purple stormcloud on each end.

“Patton... your banner. You worked so hard to hang that up,” He mumbled.

“Oh, shucks, I can hang that up again with some help!” Patton waved a hand, laughing.

“I...” Virgil put a hand over his mouth, unable to say anything else. Tears pricked at his eyes.

Oh great yes go on cry theyll just think youre even more pathetic go on virgil start up the pity party thats all this anyway they just feel sorry for your stupid ass youre so needy

“Virgil, are you alright?” Logan asked, stepping closer, concern etched into his face.

Virgil opened his mouth, his hand still loosely touching his face, but nothing came out. The tears began to overflow from his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks, fat and hot, and he choked out a sob.

Roman threw his can of silly string over his shoulder and dropped to his knees in front of Virgil, expression worried. “Hey, hey...” He said soothingly, taking Virgil’s free hand and squeezing it gently.

Logan sat on his other side. “What’s wrong, Virgil?” He asked, his voice soft.

Virgil sniffled, waving his hand at the decorations, the cake, everything. “I-I don’t...” He struggled, swallowing another sob. “I don’t deserve any-any of this...”

Patton’s eyes started welling up. “Vir-gil!” He exclaimed with a huge smile. “Of course you do! You are perfect and special and wonderful!” He threw his arms around Virgil’s shoulders, almost knocking the featherweight Side onto his back.

“Indeed you are. There’s nobody else than all three of you who I would want by my side in life’s great adventures!” Roman proclaimed grandly, beaming at him.

Logan paused for a few seconds before speaking. “You’re vital. Both to Thomas’ functioning... and to us. We wouldn’t be... us without you.” He said slowly. “We... love you, Virgil.” He laid a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

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Virgil sniffled again, ignoring the voice in his head for the first time that day. He had solid proof. The lingering smell of baked goods. Patton’s hug, his glasses pressed awkwardly against Virgil’s cheek. Roman’s grip on his hand, warm and solid and soft and comforting. Logan’s gentle, subtle, touch, soothing in it’s own way.

“I-I love you guys, too.” He smiled.

#it got a little away from me #im sorry #but also im not sorry at all #virgil #sandersssides