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tss-storytime · 1 year

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Writer/artist parings

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updated 5/15/23 9:00 AM PDT/UTC-7

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xandriagreat · 11 months

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I Care

Author's note: this is for @pleasedonthurtcjstar (this post). I hope that you like it.

Notice/Warnings: abusive partner/rudeness, break-up, caps, therapy, fluff

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Patton drove with Toby, his boyfriend, to their first appointment.

Patton glanced at his boyfriend.

Toby had his arms crossed and doesn't look happy.

"Toby?" Patton asked, looking back at the road. "What's wrong?"

Toby looked at him, annoyed. "Why are we doing this?" he asked with no interest.

Patton sighed. "You know already. We're going to this therapy session suggested by Virgil." He said as he drove.

Toby rolled his eyes.

Patton knows that he doesn't want to do this but he feels like this is a good time to do it.

When they arrived to the place, Patton checked them in.

Toby was tapping his foot impatiently as they waited.

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Doctor Emile Picani got ready for his next appointment. "Now, who's next." He said to himself, looking at the names. "Patton and Toby? Oh! Those sound interesting!"

Emile left his office when it was almost time for the couple to enter his office.

He does this because he wants his patients (both couples and singles) to feel like they’re going to have a good time, like intro themes in shows.

It works, sometimes.

He saw the couple enter his office and waited for him on the couch.

When it was time for him to enter, he did the entrance for the first timers. Emile noticed that one of them started to smile at him while the other was confused/freaked out, which was normal for the first few times.

Emile took his seat when done. “Hello, new patients. Do you how do?” he asked calmly with a smile.

“I’m good-” the one who smiled started but was interrupted by the other said, “I’m confused.”

Emile looked at him and asked, “What are you confused about?”

“Are you a child’s therapist?”

“Toby.” the smile one said, looking at him, frowning.

“What? I’m just asking Patton.”

“It’s okay,” Emile hummed, looking at the couple as he wrote in his notes. “I’ve been asked that a lot before in the past. And to let you know, you are in the right place, I just do seasons differently than others.”

Toby nodded and rubbed the leg of his pants. “Great…” he mumbled.

Emile asked the usual questions, like ‘have you been in therapy before?’ and ‘how did you find out about this place?’

Patton told the doc that he hasn't had therapy before but for Tony, he told him that he has and thought it was dumb. “And for the second one… it was one of my friends who suggested it.” Patton said, sounding nervous.

Toby sighed and explained to Patton, “We’re doing okay. We don’t need this.”

“Toby…” Patton started, looking at him.

Emile thought it was a good time to talk about how therapy could help and not just a place to get things fixed. But before he could say anything, Toby’s phone rang. The therapist and partner looked at the phone as Toby got his phone out.

“It’s work.” Toby sighed as he got up and pointed to the hallway. “Mind if I take this?”

Toby went out of the room before either spoke as he answered the phone.

Emile and Patton looked at each other for a moment. “I’m so sorry about him…” Patton said apologetically after Toby didn’t come back after a few minutes.

“It’s okay.” he started, his voice giving comfort and smiled softly, “we can meet a different time-”

“No, please.” Patton interrupted. Emile looked at him as Patton explained, “I… sorry. There’s just a lot of things that I want to talk about… If you don’t mind…”

Emile thought for a moment and said, “I guess I’ll put you in my singles for now. Does that work for you?”

Patton nodded and adjusted in his seat. “That sounds like a plan.”

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Emile talked and helped Patton for the past few months.

They talked about Patton's past and how things have been. They also talked about Patton’s relationship with Toby.

Emile Picani was getting ready for the next appointment, which is Patton.

He went to get ready to leave his office when it was almost time for Patton to enter the office.

As Emile does his enterice into the room, he notices that Patton looked like he was crying recently. He slowly brought his energy down and went into the room.

“Hey, Patton.” Emile quietly said as he sat down in his seat and got his pen and notebook out.

“Hi, Picani…” Patton sniffed, looking up at him.

“You okay?” Emile asked, trying to go simple and not rush.

Patton shook his head. “No… I had a bad day.”

“Want to talk about it today?”

Patton nodded and looked down, quiet for a moment. “Toby and I broke up…” Patton sniffed, wiping tears away.

Emile could just look at him, feeling sad for him. He comforted him and calmed him down before they talked about what happened.

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For almost a year, Emile and Patton meet up and talked with the sessions. Emile helped Patton move on from the break up a few months ago.

Sometimes, they bump into each other outside of the office appointments and have lunch. They talk about shows, movies, life, their likes and dislikes.

Emile starts to realize something during this time.

He is in love with Patton.

Emile was talking to Remy, his roommate and best friend, about this whole situation with Patton. “I just don’t know what to do now…” Emile said, finishing up his venting. He laid down on the couch and sighed.

Remy looked at him for a moment and then asked, “Well, why don’t you ask him out? Since you’ve had lunch with him before, you should be able to go on a date with him.”

Emile’s eyes twitched as he looked at him, sitting up properly. “Remy, I can’t date a patient. It’s against the rules.” he explained, still looking at him.

Remy had a confused look on his face. “Why? There are some couples working in the same work areas.”

Emile sighed, knowing that he’s going to have to mention some reality to him. “Remy, do you remember when we saw that one serious video that some people on the internet joked about?”

Remy was still for a moment and then nodded. “You mean from the Try Guys? Yes…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Along with the film theory video by MatPat. It’ll be bad for work and it creates problems.”

“Then you see why I can’t date him.” Emile sighed, hugging a pillow.

Remy thinks for a moment to help. His lazy eyes lit up when he got an idea and said, “I got an idea, Em.”

Emile looked at him. “Oh?”

“Why don’t you transfer him to a different therapist or wrap it up?”

Emile gave him a look of horror. “Rem, as much as I like you my friend, but why?!” he exclaimed, the horror look still on his face. “What? You told me one time that he was getting better! Also, you want to date him, right?!” Remy exclaimed back.

Emile just stares at Remy for a moment before nodding. “I do… Let’s talk about it and prepare. Just in case it does or doesn’t go so well.”

Remy nodded. "Let's prepare you to face the darkness or the lightness of thr Secret Tunnel."

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Patton went to the office on the session day that he and Emile Picani scheduled that day.

Patton entered the Picani office when it was almost time. Patton smiled at him as Emile did his enterice into the room. “Hi, Picani.” he said, smiling softly.

“Hello, Patton.” Emile Picani said, smiling back as he got the notebook and pen ready.

They started the session and talked about where they last finished off. Before they finished the session, Patton noticed that Emile had something on his mind. “Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“Hm? Oh! I’m okay, Patton.” Picani replied, sounding reassuring.

Patton hummed softly and nodded. “I want to talk to you about something before we finish.”

Emile looked at him and the clock that hung on the wall. “We only have about five minutes.” he mentioned, looking back at Patton.

“It’ll be quick.” Patton reassured. “And it doesn’t need to be written down.”

Emile hummed, set his notebook and pen down, and looked at him.

Patton took in a breath and said, “This is the last session.”

Emile looked at Patton in surprise. “I say what?”

Patton nodded. “Yeah, I… uh… I believe that I’m better now and there’s another thing to talk about. But I want to address it unless you think that I’m not there yet.” he explained, playing with his hands.

Emile looked at him, waiting for him to tell him the other one was.

“The other one is that I…” Patton took in a deep breath before continuing, “I love you, Emile.”

Picni’s eyes widened when the words got to him. Before he could say anything, Patton said, “I know, it’s bad and VERY wrong to date your own therapist! But I just… I don’t know…”

Emile was quiet for a moment. Then he gently took Patton’s hands into his, rubbing them gently. “Patton… I love you too.”

Patton’s eyes lit up and looked at Emile, who smiled softly at him.

“To be honest, I’m proud of how much you've grown.” Emile explained, a soft glow of comfort in his eyes. “But you still need some help that I don’t have to give… And to reassure you that the thing that you did mention about patients and their therapists dating is true. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen and it’s not like tv… but I was going to transfer you to a different therapist. He is different from what I do but I believe that he can help.”

Patton couldn’t help but giggle softly, “That sounds like a plan.”

#sanders sides #patton sanders #cartoon therapy #emile picani #Patton x Emile #patmile #patcani #pattonemile #remy sanders #Sanders sides fic #cartoon therapy fic

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musical--llama · 1 year

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Accountant

My gift for @pleasedonthurtcjstar. I hope you had a great holiday and a happy new year. You requested Loceit mob au. I’m not sure how shippy it really is, and I haven’t written in quite some time, but I hope you enjoy!

@sanderssidesgiftxchange

“How are you going to kill anyone when you can’t even hold a gun without shaking?”

When Logan had woken up that morning, this was the last place he’d expected to wind up. The day had started off like any other; he got up, got dressed, ate what measly food he had left lying around his apartment, and shuffled to the washroom for a shower. But when he turned the tap, nothing happened.

Shit. He thought. That's right, the water was turned off yesterday.

His landlord had been more than patient by this point, waiting for any sort of rent or utility money to come from Logan, but at this point his balance is sitting at a comfortable fifty-two cents.

So he flopped onto his couch, heaving a sigh as he tried to think of anything at all to do. But his thoughts were turbulent, folding over themselves in the way that would guarantee a headache. So he grabbed his most recent book, some crime novel.

The man held the gun to the back of the other's head. "Give me all your money!"

Logan rolled his eyes. Yeah, right. Like that would work. He set the open book down on his chest, head rolling to look lazily around his apartment. His eye caught on something orange, and he stopped.

It would never work, would it? But he found himself getting up and grabbing the object. It was a toy gun, orange tipped and plastic, that his nephew had forgotten there. Surely not.

But as the anxious desperation was quickly overwhelming him, he found himself moving almost on instinct. Adrenaline flooded in his chest as he popped off the orange tip and tucks it into his pocket. He pulls on his jacket and shoes, leaving his apartment.

Janus was exhausted. He hadn't slept all night and was starting to feel it. His bruised and bloodied hands tucked into his jacket pockets, he started the long trek home. Really, it was his own fault. He just had to choose the abandoned tannery on the other side of town. Damn his need for dramatic flair. But it had worked, the threat of using rusted old tanning tools had gotten him the money he needed.

But now all he wanted to do was lay in bed and not move for days. Of course, he never got what he wanted. As he cut through an alleyway, he heard a click from behind him, something getting pressed into the back of his skull.

"Give- give me all your mon- money." A shaking voice demanded.

Janus sighed and turned around to look at his mugger. Tall, clean cut, tartan scarf around the lower half of his face. He looked like he belonged in a college library, not mugging people in the dingy part of town. Janus raised his eyebrow.

"Really?" It was hard to keep his disbelief from his voice, so he didn't bother.

"Ye- yes! Empty your pockets!" The man tried to double down on his tough guy act.

"Alright." Janus reached into his pocket. "You're so scary holding a hunk of plastic, but I think you can do better."

He pulled his gun out of his pocket. As he did, the other man's eyes widened and he took a step back.

"Here." Janus held it out. "Take it. If you're so tough."

The man reached out, snatching it from him. Now Janus had a real gun pointed at him.

Shit. He thought. Hopefully he'd judged this right.

Oh God oh God oh God. Logan thought. This was way more than he bargained for. He didn't want to actually shoot someone. But he was just handed a gun by his victim. Who did this guy think he was? Logan's hands trembled as he found the safety, making sure it was on.

“How are you going to kill anyone when you can’t even hold a gun without shaking?” The suave looking man asked as he pressed his own head against the barrel of the gun.

"I don't want to kill you, just give me your money and I will let you go." Logan could hear the quiver in his own voice. He didn't sound threatening and he knew it. His hands were shaking so bad he was practically tapping his forehead repeatedly with it.

"No, no. It's been a long day. Show me how tough you are, entertain me!" The man taunted. He straightens up, pulling out another gun. Logan was in way over his head. "Here's an ultimatum. Shoot me and make my day interesting, or I will shoot you and it will mean nothing to me."

He leveled the gun with Logan's chest.

BANG!

A loud shot rang out as a trigger was pulled.

Janus stumbled back, clutching his leg. Low blow, stranger. He looked up to see the mugger, but he was gone. Oh well. He would be seeing that coward again soon.

For now, he grit his teeth and pulled out his phone. He had to make a call, seeing as there was no way he could walk home now.

Logan just ran. It was all he could do. He was already hearing the sirens in his head, and could feel K9 teeth around his legs. But before he knew it he was home, having his breakdown in the relative familiarity of his apartment.

Calm down, Logan. You have to calm down. He took a deep breath as he settled himself down on his couch. First things first, get rid of the gun. It has my fingerprints, I can't just toss it.

He opened his sink, stashing it in the disposal. Okay, that will have to do for now. Now… Now what? Change clothes? Maybe. Shower? Okay. Walk to the shower, turn it on, bathe. Wait, the water is out.

It took several hours to clear his head even a little bit. He was certain it was only a matter of time before he was arrested. Or maybe the man had followed him here and was coming back to seek revenge. Anyone who dared a stranger to shoot them had to be dangerous. His heart was beating a mile a minute, just waiting for-

Knock knock knock.

Oh fuck. Logan looked at his door with wide eyes, sure he was about to have a heart attack. He found himself standing, moving on muscle memory. It was like he was swimming, his head dizzy and numb. He was watching himself move from an outside perspective. Stand, walk, unlock the door, accept the handcuffs.

Except no handcuffs came. Instead of police at the door, he found himself looking down at a package on the ground. A small cardboard box, barely the size of a shoebox. He peeked his head out the door, looking around for who could have placed it there, but whoever did it must have ran away. Carefully, he picked it up and brought it inside, shutting and bolting his door locked.

He set the box on his coffee table. No stickers, no address, nothing written on it. He hadn’t ordered any packages that he could recall, not that he had any money to do so. So what could it be? An eviction notice? No, that would come in an envelope, and he’d been promised one more week to pay his rent. Was it a prank from his brother? Maybe a glitter bomb? That would be especially cruel on Patton’s part, even if he didn’t quite know the predicament he was in right now. So with a tremble in his hands, Logan took the lid off the box and felt his heart drop.

Inside was a tiny piece of metal laying atop some folded paper. It was a bullet. The bullet, still red with dried blood after it had been taken out of his victim. He could feel bile rising in his throat as he looked at it, feeling more nauseous than blood had ever made him before. This was from that man. This was from him.

Logan reached into the box, carefully avoiding touching the bullet, and grabbed the paper underneath. He unfolded it, having to adjust his glasses to read the writing on the page, seeing as his eyes were refusing to focus.

Dear Sir,

You shot me today. I handed you the gun and you did it. Most people would try to run, I think, in your position. But you shot me. I found that intriguing. I hold no grudge against you.

I have made myself familiar with you, Mr. Ward, and it has come to my attention that you are in desperate times. No work, no money, and soon, no place to live. Consider all of that taken care of, on the condition that you and I can come to an agreement. Meet me at the bar at 5th and 32nd tomorrow night, and we will discuss this further.

See you soon,

Janus rested his leg on the opposite bench from him. It ached terribly, but that always seemed to be the case when getting shot. He would have to put up with it though, he wanted to have a clear mind for this meeting. He hadn’t been able to get his attacker off his mind after he got home the night before, so he had had some of his guys locate him. Logan Ward, out of work former professor, in a tight spot. Perfect.

Something about Logan had caught Janus’s attention. He had a spark in him, some nerve to even try and mug someone like himself. He wanted him around.

Said man entered the bar, looking around. He looked perfectly calm and collected. He had a shirt and tie, his hair combed, his face set in an impassive state. He didn’t look like the kind of person that would be mugging people. Janus waved him over and Logan obliged, sitting across from him. He briefly glanced down at Janus’s foot on the bench next to him, but didn’t mention it.

“So, you shot me.” Janus started off.

Logan cringed slightly. “Ah, yes. I apologize for that. However, you were going to shoot me had I not.”

“Eh, maybe.” He shrugged. “Hadn’t decided. You, on the other hand, did shoot.”

“Why am I here? Are you going to have me arrested?”

“Ah, getting to the point. Maybe I will have you arrested.” He wasn’t really planning on having him arrested, but giving him a scare was a little karma for the pain. “Or, I could give you a job.”

“A job?”

“Yes. High pay, relatively low risk, steady hours. You could keep your home, even get a better one. I know what you’re capable of, I know if it came down to it you would shoot a person to protect yourself.”

“What is the job?” Logan crossed his arms.

“It’s here, in the back room. It’s somewhat of an accountant position, you could say. Handle a little money, file some paperwork, do some counting. You’d get a good percentage, believe me.”

Logan stared at him for a long moment, and Janus felt like he could see the gears turning in his head as he put the pieces together.

“Money laundering. You want me to do money laundering.”

“Eh, I was trying to put it in a more tasteful way, but yes. If you insist on being so tactless. But I think you could do it. You have all the skills I need already. You’re smart, you know your way around a spreadsheet, and you’re not too hard on the eyes, either. So what do you say? Try it for a year, and if you decide you want out, I’ll let you go, no questions asked. Or if you don’t want to, you can always go back home, for the last few days that you have one. Do we have a deal?” Janus offered his hand across the table.

Logan looked at the hand as he weighed his choices. Be in crippling debt for the rest of his life, or be a criminal for a year. He felt like this should maybe be a harder choice, but the idea of doing something like this was so tantalizing he couldn’t ignore it. He reached across the table, taking this “J”’s hand.

“Deal.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides gift exchange #It was good to write after so long

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not-so-daily-sander-sides-art · 3 years

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Day 346: I just realized I haven't posted in a while oops :p @the-office-cat @tacochippy @planetkookie @strawberry-otter @toiowov707 @ollyollyoxinfree @ambersky0319 @shitpost-sides @pleasedonthurtcjstar

I have a janus piece in the works :] also sorry for the slow in posts sander sides has been slipping from my grasp and I just haven't been interested that much in drawing it as much

#daily art #ts virgil

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shut-up-its-funny · 3 years

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Okay so the Daddy Fic, there's now four parts to it all written by different Remrom shippers (so far) and we've had conversations on it that were really good.

@inverted-writes had some questions on it that I think whoever wants to continue it we maybe wanna talk about it.

I'm gonna give my thoughts on their questions feel free to add on.

1) are these relationships purely sexual, or is romance a factor.

Personally, I'd like there to be a romantic factor to it I think that it'd be cute!

2) how Roman and Remus got to this point.

Ah backstory, that's always fun to think about, we have a little bit of context clues in I think the first part and I feel like the twins got together fairly early in their lives and I'd love to write that portion of the story cause it's going to be a cute and pining mess.

3) if people wanted to, could we (as a group) make sure the story lines up, and add some more details to earlier ones so it reads better together as a story.

I think the beauty of this fic chain is that you have to work off of what the previous ones have established, and that they're all one shots that do connect with each other but also it gives people more leeway to explore it cause you don't need to write any of it in order and the fact that there isn't too many details in them lets people come up with reasons for things, I like the free for all aspect of it.

@pleasedonthurtcjstar @pumpkin-padparadscha

Y'all wanna get into this?

#sonnyspeaks #They Started It au #<- thank you pumpkin for that name imma use it for this now

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remromfantasies · 4 years

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RemRoMile - A Date?

Summary: Roman and Remus see a hot therapist.

Word count: 1034

Warnings: Big word (don’t worry, it gets explained), hitting on your doctor person guy, therapy, cheek kisses, PDA (public displays of affection). Let me know if i should add more!

Tagging: @pleasedonthurtcjstar cuz you helped motivate me! (Also I’m sorry i cant put it under a cut fhdsjkfs)

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Remus’ leg bounced anxiously. The office was quiet, clean, and full of pastel decor. His eyes shifted across the room to every cutesy nick-nack in sight. A hand on his thigh brought his gaze to his boyfriend.

“Relax, Re,” Roman muttered. “He’ll be here any minute.”

“You really think we need this?” He questioned. His leg continued going up and down, even as Roman rubbed soft, slow circles on his knee.

“It’ll be fine.” Roman looked back ahead and his boyfriend crossed his arms in a pout. They waited the same length of time for the therapist to show as one would finally deciding to say something after a long, awkward pause.

Roman picked up a small figurine from the tea table and brought it to Remus’ attention with a smile.

“Look, cute!” Remus broke his resolve with a grin of his own.

“Not as cute as you~” Roman giggled and pushed his shoulder. His boyfriend took this as a challenge. Forgetting all his worries, he learned over his boyfriend, trying to pepper kisses across his face in revenge.

“Stop!” Roman laughed, attempting to shove his partner back. They managed a compromise and settled on a meaningful kiss on the lips.

The clearing of a throat brought a blush to Romans cheeks, and a cocky grin to Remus’. Straightening their clothes, the couple turned to greet the therapist. Although they both fell silent at the man before them. Their counsellor had soft brown eyes behind lopsided frames, and short, chocolatey hair pushed to the side. He looked like a preschool carer; in other words - adorable.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Dr. Emile Picani apologized. The pair shared a look as their couples counsellor spoke. “It’s not very often that I have guests so clearly still in love. Anyways,” he took a seat in his chair across his patients. “It is a splendid pleasure to meet you both! I am Emile Picani and everything that we discuss today stays between us.” The couple nodded their heads in sync. “And please, keep things PG,” He giggled to himself. Remus was quick to make conversation.

“Well, Dr. Picani, I am Remus and this is my pulchritudinous boyfriend, Roman.” Emile blinked.

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“Much more than good, doctor~” Remus earned himself an elbow to the ribs, but he hardly flinched. “It means sexy! Something that could easily be applied to you, handsome.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Roman elbowed him harder this time, simply earning an ouch! and a glare.

“Remus!” Roman stage-whispered. Flirting so outright was Remus’ typical style, but he did not want to have to search for a different counsellor so soon.

Emile, though he didn’t exactly condone flirting on the job, doesn’t turn him down. Remus leaned back on the therapy couch. He continued to give the doctor bedroom-eyes.

“So,” Emile continued, switching the topic and pulling out a notebook. “You two are dating or married or...?”

“We’re dating.” Roman spoke up. Emile beamed.

“And how has that been going?”

This man’s smile has a PHD in being gorgeous, doesn’t it? Roman thought. He quickly tuned out his thoughts and joined back in conversation.

“Great! It’s been 5 months so far and we’ve loved every minute!” He turned his head and smiled warmly at his boyfriend. Emile melted in his chair.

“Awe! So, what brings you two in then?” He eyed them curiously, readying his pen. Roman went to speak, but found that his voice got caught in his throat. He took a subtle breath in and tried again.

“I, I guess it's more for me.” Roman avoided the cute doctor's eyes. “Just, I’m so afraid that, that we won’t last, as, as partners.” Emile nodded along, raising his eyebrows in concern. When Roman didn’t continue, Remus sat back upright and looped an arm around his partner; this didn’t go unnoticed by the therapist.

“See, doc,” Remus began. “Roman is very self-conscious,” the mentioned lowered his gaze to the floor. “I think his biggest fear is not that I won’t always love him - though that is also un problemo - but that we will be driven apart like two brothers that broke the norm and law and societal standards for all men by falling in love with each other and committing to acts of the romantic and sexual kind.” Emile muttered a soft ‘oh’ and leaned forward, forgetting about his notebook entirely and just allowing it to sit in his lap.

“And why is that?” He asked. Remus hardly hesitated to give an answer.

“Because we are.” Emile, rather than turn up his nose and usher them out of his office, smiled and relaxed his hunched up shoulders.

“Awe, you’re brothers too? Gosh, I’m so happy for you too,”

“You’re not uncomfortable?”

“Happy enough to let us take you on a date?” The twins asked in sync. Dr. Picani chucked behind his pen.

“No, Roman, I’m not uncomfortable at all,” He gave a genuine smile to the older brother, hoping to ease the crinkle in his brow. It worked, and both Emile and Roman huffed in relief. Pointedly, he refused to acknowledge Remus’ question. “However, you are afraid of losing Remus as a significant other because you’re brothers; why does being related scare you?” Roman sighed and rubbed his hands together in his lap.

“Just, societal standards, I guess.” Emile hummed in understanding. The three began discussing methods to help alleviate all the brothers' concerns and multiple TV references. Emile had handed Roman a fight item and by the end of the session, Remus gave the doctor his personal phone number.

“Don’t forget about everything we talked about today, okay, boys?” The twins stood to leave, Emile coming up its them to show the out. He released a gentle hum as they made it to the door. As the taller men turned around, he placed a kiss against the youngest’ cheek, just barely brushing his moustache. Remus’ face got stuck in a manic grin of joy.

The therapist then turned and did the same on the elders adjacent cheek. He smiled contently before turning and heading back into his office. The twins shared a look.

“Rem… I think you just got us a future husband.”

#remrom #remromile #my fic #remus sanders #roman sanders #emile picani #i dont know what to tag aahhhhh #i hope you like it though!

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