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[impatentpending]

for a short prompt, dukexiety doin illegal things and falling in love?

"You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Neither are you, hot topic.”  The stranger with the ratty mustache draws back, eyeing Virgil.  “Emphasis on the hot.”

Virgil flushes despite himself, but squares his jaw, glaring.  “Look, I’ve already got this area marked, so I’d appreciate it if you did us both a favor and fucked off.”

He runs his tongue over his teeth.  “Well, if that’s what you’re into...”

A beam of light sweeps over the area, and they both hit the ground, hearts thudding in their ears, until it and footfalls fade away.

The stranger is close, now, and Virgil can see the collection of acne scars like freckles spanning his nose – his dark, mischievous eyes, green-dyed hair, and nose that looks like it’s been broken more than a few times.

“I take it you were going to throw up a piece?”  The stranger asks, eyes darting to the spray paint can peaking out from Virgil’s hoodie.

“Maybe,” Virgil says as the stranger stands, not bothering to brush himself off.

“So was I.”  He grins – wild and free in a way Virgil has never even known.  “I’d say this is a great time for a collab, huh?”

He holds out a hand.

Virgil looks up at him, framed by the star-studded night sky, and wonders if demons can look like angels with a smile like that.

“Yeah.”

Virgil takes his hand.

“I think you might be right.”

#virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #weweregoddesses #graffiti artists dukexiety is actually something that can be so personal #dukexiety be more popular because i love you challenge

[averykedavra]

56 with romantic moxiety?

“This is ridiculous,” Virgil complained through the curtain.

“Look, Roman’s really excited about this party,” Patton said, adjusting his own sleeves. “And I know the fashion is--a choice, but we’ll fit in with all the people in the Imagination!”

“I look like a pirate.”

“So do I!” Patton gushed. He’d chosen a puffy shirt with a cute skirt and a bow in his hair. “It’s so cool!”

“Well, I look like an uncool pirate.” Patton heard Virgil bump his head against the wall.

“Hey!” Patton gasped. “Don’t talk bad about yourself! I bet you look like the coolest of pirates!”

“You haven’t even seen me.”

Patton tried not to sound too excited. “Well, I can’t know until you come out and give me a peek, right?”

Virgil was silent for a second. “You’re excited about this.”

“What? No!”

“You are,” Virgil complained.

Patton giggled. “Maybe. But I think my boyfriend would look very cute in a pirate shirt, so I wanna see!”

Virgil sighed, long and loud, but Patton knew him well enough to know he wasn’t annoyed. Just nervous. “I mean--I guess I could--”

“Only if you’re comfortable,” Patton said.

“Yeah, I gotta do it eventually, right?” The curtain rustled. “Which way does--okay. Here we go. Yay.”

And Virgil stepped out, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking at the floor.

And--and Patton had expected cute, had expected an occasion to coo over his boyfriend’s adorableness, but he hadn’t expected the way the neckline dipped and the skirt hugged his legs and the way he’d combed his hair so it fell in a wave over his eyes and--and hot damn.

"Ugh, this was a mistake,” Virgil muttered, still not looking at Patton. “I’m gonna find my hoodie, Princey better let me beg off the cosplay--”

Patton tried to protest and only managed a squeaking noise, because Virgil looked--

“Pat?” Virgil looked up, and concern flashed over his face. “You okay?”

“Um--” Patton tried to stop blushing and completely failed. He tried to stop staring, failed, and found he didn’t mind a bit. “You--”

“What is it?” Virgil looked at himself. “Do I look that bad--”

“No!” Patton managed. “No, you look--um--”

“What?” Virgil asked, and now embarrassment was mixing with Patton’s flusteredness. He rubbed at his cheeks to try and get the red out. “Pat, what’s up?”

“You--um--you look--” Patton looked down. “Hot.”

“Wh--” Virgil stopped himself mid-word, and when Patton peeked up, he’d gone red, too.

“It’s a nice shirt,” Patton said weakly. “You look good.”

“Um--cool,” Virgil said. “I don’t really know what to--to do with that--”

“You don’t have to do anything with it!” Patton burst out. “I’m sorry if I--if I made you uncomfortable. But--I mean--if you do want to do something--”

“What?” Virgil asked, and he was starting to smirk. Oh no. “Did you have something in mind?”

“All I’m saying,” Patton said, gathering his courage, “is that I’m pretty sure Roman would be okay if we were late.”

Virgil smirked more, and Patton immediately lost all the words he’d managed to find. Fortunately, Virgil didn’t seem to need any more cues.

“For what it’s worth,” Virgil said, “you look nice, too.”

Patton barely had time to stammer a thank you. And the next moment, parties and pirate shirts were the last thing on his mind.

Give me a prompt, and I’ll write a short drabble!

#moxiety #romantic moxiety #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #averywrites #asks and answers #weweregoddesses #prompt fic #ok im starting to realize i will not have time to finish these all tonight #sooo yeah this may start up tmrw

[shortprince-cos]

come hither ✨simp✨

The worst part about this is that the second I saw Janus, I was already smiling-

#frick i guess i am a simp #kawaiikat54 asks #weweregoddesses #my favorite

[notveryglittery]

@weweregoddesses​: just a happy roman for u :)

oh he’s so perfect and cute and bouncy and happy and the floppy hair i love him thank u so much 

#dani answers #submission #weweregoddesses #this gif better work #i am LOSING my mind over his hair bounce

[likethesword]

what’s your comfort outfit?

well, it depends! i have an outfit i wear when i feel confident in my femininity, one i wear when i wanna feel like a badass, and one i wear when its Soft Gorl Hours

Feminine outfit is this long light blue floral sundress! it has buttons down the front and its cut in a waterfall style!! very good for walking around in fields and feeling like a fairy

Badass outfit (or my version anyway) is my ripped jeans, a black v-neck tshirt, my combat boots, and my leather jacket if the weather lets me

Soft Gorl outfit is my jeans and this yellow tshirt with a picture of a bee that says “bee kind” because it was a birthday present from one of my best friends and its a pun

#kat rambles #asks #gabi #weweregoddesses #ill probably update this in the mornin with pictures of the outfits

[whycraft]

hello friend!!!! how was your day?

it was pretty good actually! it snowed so ive been inside all day, but i cleaned my room + did my laundry and watched so many videos, and now im thinking about doing my linguistics homework which actually seems kind of fun. how was yours?

#ask #sleepover sunday #friend tag #weweregoddesses

[moceit]

@weweregoddesses​

💕 Your two top fave fictional characters

Since this is a Sanders Sides blog I think it’s fair to list my top two favorite characters from the series

Janus

Patton

I know, I’m just as shocked as you are!

But outside of the fandom my top two characters overall are

Jessica Rabbit (because I am the Big Gay™)

Wilbur Robinson

I have a thing for animation... and Disney

👻 Do you believe in ghosts

Yeah, I suppose. 

get to know me

#weweregoddesses #get to know me #patton sanders #janus sanders #jessica rabbit #wilbur robinson

[ceraunos]

38, 39 for the handwriting asks!

hey! thanks for the ask 🧡 x

favourite quote(s)

(i have more but this is the only one i could think of)

a random fact about yourself

#thanks for the ask! #weweregoddesses #ask

[logan-nisa]

14, 23

14. Hoodies or Cardigans?

Hoodies! They're comfier

23. Ducks or Frogs?

Imma say both cuz they're both adorable 🥺

#ask #weweregoddesses

[impatentpending]

hi!! do you have any moxiety fic recommendations??

Hey!!

Admittedly, I’m not the biggest moxiety connoisseur, but I do have a few I enjoy:

this one, which is mutual pining and the cutest thing in the whole gosh darn world

childhood / punk au

uhhhh background but i hear this noir mystery fic is pretty good and the author is so smart and cool ;)))

oh wow spooky moxiety by the same author????

more of a really extended headcanon but worth reading

#i went through twelve pages of moxiety tagged content on my blog but this is like all i have rip #hope you enjoy though! #asks #moxiety #weweregoddesses #also if /you/ have any feel free to hit me up

[a-dreamingflower]

green tea (how tall are you) and italian soda (dream date) <3

hello! thanks for the asks:) Green tea: How tall are you? exactly 5 feet QuQ Italian soda: Dream date Just a nice walk in the park or maybe chatting in a  cafe:)

#ask #asks #answered ask #answered asks #weweregoddesses

[shortprince-cos]

hi ur radder than a whole bowl of spaghetti

this post is no you/uno reverse/any version thereof resistant

Shoot, you took away my only defense from compliments

Now I only have this

#usbdndhdbdnkdndjdndnen #kawaiikat54 is a flustered mess #kawaiikat54 asks #weweregoddesses

[notveryglittery]

i would be interested in the smp server? 👀

gabi, bet bet bet, it would be dope af to have you there :D!!!!!!!!!

#dreamsmp discord server #weweregoddesses #dani answers

[likethesword]

fuck you kat you cute ass mf /j but seriously ur cute don’t test me

Welcome to your pop quiz!

Why is Kat not cute?

A. B

B. C

C. Because she's alive

D. A

E. All of the above

#kat rambles #asks #gabi #weweregoddesses #self deprication #im only half joking

[whycraft]

😎- what are your fav personal hcs?

i did a few of these earlier so ill do different ones now! i really like the hc that tommys full name is theseus, and also that ex and tfc get on really well together

#im thinkin about the void trio #ask #ask game #sleepover sunday #its only barely sunday #but its still sunday #friend tag #weweregoddesses

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

A Disasterous Loaf-Life

“Bread”

@weweregoddesses​

Pairings: Romantic Dukexiety

TWs: Swearing, Remus being Remus, Sexual Innuendos, Phallic Shaped Bread Creatures, some angst but not too much, Pretty Brief Heated Makeout, mentions of a parasite that affects humans, Implied Sexual Activities Post Fic End (no actual sex tho),

Summary: Two Pining Dumbasses Make Bread.

(This is so long I just got super carried away)

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“Remus, is there a reason you’ve kneaded your dough into the shape of an ass?”

Virgil watched with a fond sigh as the man next to him proudly stood over the booty bread he’d lovingly crafted over the last ten minutes. 

“Not really,”, Remus cackled, raising his hands, “Except for this!”, and with that, he brought down his hands in a flurry of obscene slaps to the fake rear. Virgil maintained his composure for all of a minute before he had to physically restrain his snickering. 

God dammit, this fucking guy! Thirteen years and Remus was still the one person who could make him laugh like the world wasn’t watching. 

“Well, when you’re finishing pulverising your Glutenous Maximus, are you gonna finally tell me what you’re actually shaping your loaf into this time?”, Virgil snarked affectionately. 

Remus rolled his eyes; his emo dork was spending far too much time with Patton lately. 

“Same as the last time we did this, duuuh.”, he retorted, as if that were common knowledge.

Virgil’s eyes widened, “.... You’re not serious.”

“As serious as Naegleria Fowleri.”

“.. as what?!”

“Y’know, that fucked up brain eating amoeba that they found in that one Disney water park-”

“NEVERMIND!”, Virgil hastily shook the thought away as he tended to his own dough, “Don’t tell me, I’ll have nightmares for weeks...”

The hoodie clad mad looked Remus up and down as he folded his own purple dyed dough, “.... Are you really going to attempt the Cocktopus again? Seriously?”

Remus shrugged, already forming the eight ‘tentacles’ in stunningly graphic detail, “Why not? You’re making purple bread again, why don’t I do the same?”

Well, he had him there. Really, Virgil had gone to make his bread purple without even thinking about it. Perhaps just being next to Remus after all this time had subconsciously brought him back to that same summer day they’d spent in the kitchen side by side making bread together. Virgil could hear his mother’s old junkbox of a radio blaring Redbone’s Come and Get Your Love while he and Remus slung flour at each other and danced about in their socks trying not to slip. 

Being back in the same house - now passed down to him - making bread once again with Remus brought back so many memories and emotions. Most of them good, though as he looked over to the man he still loved absolutely going to town on his bread sculpting, Virgil couldn’t help but remember how much guilt he still harboured; he’d never expected Remus to kiss him out of the blue back then, but Virgil also hadn’t expected to silently run off to his room to calm down, only to find Remus had left. 

Not just his home, but his life. Virgil hadn’t wanted to face Remus, unsure of how to handle his feelings, but seeing the moving sign on the Duke family’s front lawn that next week as he watched the moving van leave just that little bit too quickly for Virgil to say goodbye had plagued his mind more often than he cared to admit. 

A gross, gooey wetness on his cheek hauled him back to the present, only to realise Remus had finished a surprisingly glorious cocktopus and had slathered some of the egg wash on his cheek.

“Earth to Tickle-Me-Emo, you good??”

Virgil would’ve socked him in the arm if Remus’ concerned smile didn’t send his heart racing too hard to consider it. He wiped the mixture off his cheek, only mumbling back at Remus as he formed his purple mix into little loafs, “I’m fine, just stop covering my face in slimy shit.”

“..... Okay, now I know something’s up. You never leave me room for innuendos like that.”

Not even waiting to clean the residual flour off of his hand, Remus softly reached out and Virgil anxiously awaited the touch on his cheek. 

But it never came.

He watched as Remus seemed to course correct and he used his thumb to draw a line down his forehead, whispering, “Simbaaaaa-”

“Okay, fuck ooooff!”, Virgil had snorted, fondly swatting at Remus.

“Come on, Virge! You looked like you were gonna blow a blood vessel, how could I not diffuse the tension a little?”, Remus snickered, though the silence that followed wasn’t so comfortable somehow. Virgil struggled to place it until he noticed Remus’ expression falter. He didn’t get the chance to ask what was wrong before Remus spoke up, 

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

A cold jolt shuddered along Virgil’s spine, rattling each vertebrae as it went.

“What’re you-”

“Why’d you invite me over, Virge?”

Truthfully, Virgil knew exactly why he had invited Remus from the outset; he wanted to see him again, drown in his presence, hopefully find out that he was single and still just as in love with Virgil after all these years as he was with Remus. But once Remus was there, single and right in front of him, he’d panicked - what else was new? - and resorted to turning their meeting into a catching up between old friends. 

But people who are just friends don’t dream about being held by their friend at night, don’t fantasize about a future together, don’t lay awake at night regretting not having just taken the chance to be more when they had it.

They also don’t stare at their friend’s gorgeous toned body every chance they get, but that felt a little too pathetic to admit on top of everything else.

Virgil wasn’t aware of how quiet he’d been until Remus spoke again, “Here I am, thinking maybe you might want me back in your life for good, maybe even like me back if I was lucky....”, Remus paused forlornly, an expression that didn’t suit him in the slightest, “But even now you’re still anxious around me. Which, I mean, I get it. Why would you like me back after I just kissed you out of the blue like that-”

“But why would you want me-?!”

His voice wasn’t meant to come out so high pitched and whiny, but Virgil was more focused on trying to process what Remus had just said. Remus liked him still. After all this time. And yet, Virgil’s brain was still trying to ruin it.

“Remus, you… look at you!”, he gestured to all of him, “You’re still a fucking weirdo but you’re stupidly hot!”

Virgil kicked himself mentally, his hands raking through his hair and nails scraping his scalp, “Ugh, no! I mean! Fuck, Remus, I’ve been in love with you all this time! I haven’t even LOOKED at another guy in these last thirteen years, because whenever I even think about finding someone to settle down with, the only goddamn thing I can think about is how much I only want you-!”

The clattering of a knocked over kitchen table was the only warning Virgil got. Then all he could focus on was Remus’ arms wrapping around him, his breath cool against his neck. 

“Then why’d you never tell me, you asshole?!”, Remus murmured against him. 

Virgil wondered if he imagined the soft noise of relief Remus let out as Virgil hugged him. 

“Because I’m the worst-”

“No.”, Remus cut him off, pulling back a little to give him an unimpressed look.

“No-?”

“No. Try again.”

Ah. It’d been years since Remus took this approach with him. 

“,... Because I’m stupid-”

“Try agaaain.”, Remus droned, prodding one of the little purple loafs Virgil had lovingly been shaping from a circular loaf into a spider before all of this began.

“Dude, don’t poke my spiders-”

“Or what?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the quirk of a grin, “Don’t you dare-”

Remus narrowed his gaze, grinning as he plunged a finger into another spider loaf. Virgil tried to stop him all the while Remus cackled and kept dotting them with holes. Finally, Virgil conceded, 

“Fine! I was scared, okay-?!”

The silence hung heavier than both men anticipated. Virgil would’ve found Remus stopping dead with his finger shoved into the spider loaf’s ass hilarious if he wasn’t too busy shaking with nerves. 

“I was scared.”, he repeated, quietly dropping onto one of the chairs around the table, “I liked you so much back then too, but emotions are the fucking worst when you’re a kid and I was still trying to work shit out.”

The scooting of a chair let Virgil know Remus had sat down too. 

“My anxiety just got worse the longer I couldn’t see you, but every time I thought about facing you, I just kept thinking “well, he deserves better anyway-!””

Sick of hearing Virgil self deprecating further, Remus all but hauled Virgil into his lap, their faces inches from touching, eye contact unbreaking.

“Virge,”, Remus purred barely above a whisper, “I mean this in the nicest way possible..” 

The way their lips brushed over each other send shockwaves along Virgil’s spine, “But shut the fuck up.”

The scrawnier man didn’t need to be told twice. The second Remus’ lips pressed against his own, Virgil had no intention of breaking the contact until he needed air. Not that he’d mind suffocation if it was Remus’ lips doing the smothering. His left hand threaded itself in Remus’ hair while the right held onto his firm bicep. Fucking hell, Remus had never been this solid when they were kids. Since when did real, unphotoshopped people have muscles like these-!?

All of a sudden, Virgil couldn’t care less as Remus’ hands caressed his hips, earning a gasp Remus was more than willing to use to deepen their kiss. He got no complaints from Virgil who reciprocated the intensity of their kiss with no hesitation. It’d already cost him thirteen years with the man he loved, Virgil wasn’t about to hold himself back anymore. 

…. Okay maybe he should have held back a little.

A surge of panic jolted him free of the makeout headspace when he felt himself tipping back. Right, they were on one of the kitchen chairs. A chair meant to only support one person. Thankfully, Remus noticed and leant back. Instead of Virgil toppling to the floor, he wound up on top of Remus on the floor, hissing as his knees made contact with the tiles. 

“Fucking hell-! Oh shit, Remus, you okay-?!”

Remus groaned and scrunched his eyes at the pain. Virgil immediately feared that Remus had done himself a serious injury, however the man he was using as a seat cracked an eye open and sighed theatrically,

“Well, at least I’m gonna die with a raging boner.”

Virgil sighed. He was fine. 

“Come on, let’s get these dumb loaves in the oven and then you can be horny all you want-“

Remus didn’t waste a second. He barely gave Virgil a second to get off of him before he was up on his feet. A gasp made Virgil take a break from dusting flour off of himself.

“MY COCKTOPUS!!! IT’S DEAD!!!!”

Well, that’s not a phrase you hear everyday. Sure enough, when Virgil followed Remus’ gaze, the poor phallic sea demon he’d constructed had deflated somewhat; it’s many ‘’tentacles’’ had fallen over and flattened while the head of the beast was beginning to sag. Virgil was about to tell Remus to leave it be when he noted how genuinely upset Remus was.

Sighing, Virgil rolled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows once more, “Alright, you can fix it, and THEN we’re making up for lost time..”

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... I have no excuses for this one, the idea came and I ran with it.

Special thanks to the ever wonderful and talented @accidental-sanders​ for helping flesh out this whole thing with me <3 Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account   @cateye-glasses   @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword 

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #virgil #remus #this is so fucking dumb #and i LOVE it #please do read the tags #and shoutout to my always wonderful partner for helping me nail down the plot #and for screeching COCKTOPUS in all caps #I know you love these boyfs so #I hope this lives up to what you hoped it'd be like #my fics