#Virgil’s still shy

[icycove]

Borrowers Patton and Virgil visiting their human friends! They found Logan first~ Logan’s pleased to see them again

They’re just little stick guys

Original version under the cut!!

Time taken: 2.7 hours

The top one is the experimental version where I added more color and a background! I wanted to add hair but after 41 frames I decided I’d get em next time 😆😂😃 here’s the original ‘blank’ one

Virgil didn’t want Patt going to visit the humans again alone…he’s nervous but hey it’s telling he let them go again at all. They’re growing on him, me thinks~

[warnadudenexttime]

But it makes me really happy that you can rlly see-

Virgil’s comfortability with the group and how he’s more confident in general with knowing them and them knowing him?

The difference in his reactions to gift giving between the 12 days video and Secret Santa video really show his growth to me in that aspect! Lot less closed off and like- shy about the positive response? More openly jokey ‘what do you take me for’

Idk, makes me happy to see the obvious difference. I know this asides video is kinda like, the sides putting their current arguments and distaste mostly aside for the holiday so it’s not the most natural situation? But you can still clearly see it. It’s sweet to meeee

[bl00dst41ned]

*.·:·.✦ chop it off ✦.·:·.*

pairing: virgil van dijk x female reader

summary: in which you let your intrusive thoughts win and virgil is not so happy with it

author’s note: the reader is imagined to have type 4A hair. Got inspired by me cutting a bob on myself when i had to take out my braids and enjoying it a bit too much.

word count: 575

It was a known fact that Virgil loved his hair. Growing up, his mother had taught him how to take care and through the years, he had learned to do it himself.

But something he loved even more than his hair, was yours. He absolutely adored your long curly hair. Whenever you two were close, his hand would automatically be in your hair, twirling it around his finger and letting it go, watching the curl bounce back.

So when you shared your idea to cut your hair, your husband was totally against it.

“Nope” Virgil shook his head, going back to scrolling on his phone.

“But- nope nope NOPE” He cut you off looking up in your eyes with fake teary eyes. “D’you want to break my heart into million pieces ?”

You just rolled your eyes at his childish antics. Virgil could be so dramatic and be a literal man child. It aggravated you sometimes but that was also your favourite side of him.

You eventually gave up on cutting your hair, convinced by your partner’s acting skills. The idea was still on your mind, social media feeding you with constant hair makeover videos. The urge to take scissors got harder to fight everyday. An afternoon alone at home, Virgil at training, was enough for you to loose the bottle.

You sat in your bathroom in front of your mirror, scissors at your left, your iPad at your right, playing a tutorial. 

You ended up having enough of over thinking it and went to wet your hair in the shower before starting to cut. You made sure not to cut too short, a little under the shoulder, a bit afraid seeing all the length you had cut. 

You had just finished your product and the end result satisfied you. You hurried to clean the bathroom and prepare dinner before Virgil came back. Once done, you sat on the couch, excited to see your husband’s reaction. Half an hour had passed and you heard the sound of keys juggling. The door opened to a loud Virgil, announcing his arrival as if hundreds of people lived in the house.

“Where is my beautiful wife…..”

His voice had lowered as he tried to process what he had saw. You stood in front of him with a shy smile, waiting for his reaction. And you were served.

“Oh my god” He loudly dragged, his hands on his face. “Why wo- babe”

You laughed at his extra persona while going to give him a hug.

“I need a moment” He stepped back from you before you forced him into a hug.

As your bodies were close, you could feel his hand in your hair, pulling on a strand to check the new length.

“In all seriousness, love, you’re beautiful” He pulled a bit away to face you and admiring it.

You blushed a bit at his compliment, responding with a cheerful “thank you”.

You knew Virgil did not like the idea a lot but seeing he loves it just as much as you made your heart melt. You grabbed his face and kissed him repeatedly before finally letting him go.

“Come on, dinner’s ready” You grabbed his hand, leading him to the kitchen.

You two spent the rest of the night lazying around. It was the type of night you enjoyed the most. Just you and the one you loved, on the couch watching TV and enjoying each other’s presence.

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[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Virgil and Remus absolutely cannot flirt normally. They've tried, and failed. And that means there's no way either of them could ask the other out like a normie.

Enter Remus, a little dazed and confused, stuck in an empty room with only a camera, a tv, a vhs player, and a tape. Obviously he plays the tape.

He's thrilled when puppet!Virgil shows up on screen and says in his tempest tongue,

"Hello, Remus. I'd like to play a game" and he goes on a spiel about how Remus is a bratty tease, and Remus won't deny it! Especially when it comes to Virgil. He is the brattiest tease to that edgelord!

"To make it out alive, all you have to do is answer one simple question," and then his voice gets all soft and shy, "Wanna be my boyfriend? You can say no, I'll let you out of there still."

And Remus just has to be a little shit. So he does his dukey wiggle and says, "If I don't answer will you do unspeakable sexy things to my supple body? Because this is really doing it for me!"

"no"

"Yes!"

"are you trying to argue or are you-?"

"Get your spider booty over here and collect your bratty boyfiend!!"

Y E S!!! There's not a single normal thing about those two so of course a Saw themed ask out will be the way even further to Ree's heart XD

[oliviaischillin1204]

lots to learn

Pairings: Romantic Anamoceit

Word Count: 1,323 words

this is a direct sequel to this minific from a few years ago, they don't have to be read together but u might as well lol

"... I guess I've got a lot to learn."

"I think we all do!"

Virgil smiled up at him, and really, Patton couldn't help but lean down and press a kiss against his forehead.

"Do we wanna keep going, or are we tired?" he asked lightly. He really hadn't meant to tease, but it was pretty cute how both Virgil and Janus went suddenly shy at the idea of them continuing their little 'lesson'.

"Well, I for one have quite a busy morning at work tomorrow," Janus interjected, pretending he wasn't flushed and avoiding Patton's eyes. "So I'll have to pass on being the... subject, in order to get any actual rest. Unfortunately."

"Oh, sure," Patton replied. "So that means you're definitely not going to get any more tickles tonight, unless you change your mind and ask me or Virge to tickle you! That's what you want, right? No more tickles tonight?"

Janus' fingers clenched where he'd folded his arms protectively over his chest. "...Yes. It's not like I'd ever ask for more, of course."

"Oh, of course not," Patton teased, winking obviously at his husband. He gave Janus about twenty minutes tops before he caved and starting begging, which meant...

Patton smiled down at Virgil, who was still lying on his back in between himself and Janus. He returned Patton's gaze with a shy yet cocky gaze.

"Do you wanna...?" Patton offered. Virgil nodded wordlessly, biting his lip.

"Aw, yeah? You wanna go ahead and lift those arms for me, then?" he continued.

There were a few moments as Virgil took in a slow, shaky breath, before he managed to fold his arms behind his head. Janus shifted, sitting up further, but the slight movement was enough to make Virgil slam his arms back down to his sides with a panicked noise.

Neither Patton or Janus could stop the laughter that burst out of them.

"My goodness, darling, is it really that bad?" Janus teased.

"Oh, come on, Janny, you know how it is!" Patton retorted. "The anticipation makes everything feel so much more sensitive, huh, Virge?"

Virgil didn't respond; he was too busy burying his dark face in his hands as his partners teased him. "Please kill me."

"You wish," Janus replied. "Arms up, buttercup."

"Janus."

"If you have a problem with nicknames I'm afraid you're going to have to speak up soon. Patton can be quite creative."

Patton smirked, his voice a sing-song as he replied, "You would know!"

"Enough," Janus said in a voice that was not quite begging. "Eyes on Virgil, please."

Patton chuckled one more time, but did move on the bed until he was lying comfortably on his side next to Virgil, one hand propping up his head while the other rested innocently next to Virgil's side. Janus did the same; Virgil cut his eyes over to him, and he merely gave him that slow, sharp smile that Virgil loved.

"Should we make it a game?" Patton asked, fingers drumming the mattress and making Virgil tense up.

Janus hummed. "Maybe 'how long can you keep your arms up'? Or 'how long can you hold in your laughter'?"

"I'm not gonna last that long," Virgil blurted. His arms twitched, begging to drop to his sides, but he kept his hands behind his head. "I'm-- I'm really ticklish, and you're making it so horrible, but I do like it, but I feel like I'm gonna explode and you haven't even started yet--"

"Shhhhhhh," Janus whispered. "Breathe, Vergilius." His raised his hand, letting Virgil keep his eyes on his fingers as they curled in the air. "Just trust us. We'll take care of you."

Virgil was so entranced by Janus' fingers that he was completely unprepared for Patton running his nails down his side. Virgil gasped; his arms dropped just as he'd warned them, but Janus was viper-quick and managed to grab one elbow, pinning the arm closest to him back next to Virgil's head.

"Oh, hello," Janus purred, "what's this?" He fluttered his nails on Virgil's other side, the mirror image of where Patton's hand had been, and Virgil couldn't stop the keening squeal that escaped from his throat.

"Aw, is that a good spot?" Patton cooed. He copied Janus' pose by easily pulling Virgil's arm up so he could pin it (either because Patton was clearly stronger than Virgil and was able to pry his arm away from his side, or because Virgil was actually trying very hard to not protect himself from the tickles).

"Must be, if he's fighting us this much," Janus continued.

"Can't-- hehehelp it!" Virgil whined. His laughter was coming out in spurts and bursts, like he was trying to hold it back. This was torture; Patton's rough hands and rounded nails scratching between his ribs and his side was already enough to make him want to lose it, but Janus was much more delicate, which was freaking worse, because that meant he let his well-manicured nails dance ever so gently just above the most sensitive spots along Virgil's waistline, not speeding up and not going any rougher, just enough to make Virgil want to throw his head back and wail.

Of course, he couldn't do that, because he had three sleeping kids in the house and the thought of having to go through their bedtime routines yet again was exhausting. All he could do was lean forward and gasp in a breath as quietly as possible before saying, "Wait wait wait wait--"

His partners stopped immediately.

"I can't-- can't be quiet," he choked out. "The kids-- I don't wanna wake them, I'm sorry--"

"It's alright, sweetie," Patton replied, stroking Virgil's hair. He looked over Virgil's head at Janus, and the two seemed to have a silent conversation for a moment before he continued, "I have a thought."

The next thing Virgil knew, Patton was maneuvering him around, even picking him up for a brief moment and making Virgil yelp with surprise. When he was settled, Virgil found himself sitting on Patton's lap, his legs on either side of Patton's hips and their chests nearly pressed together. Heat rushed back to his face at the proximity.

"How about this?" Patton asked. "You need to laugh, you do it into my shoulder."

Virgil was about to respond when suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as Janus leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"Would that help you stay a bit quieter, darling?"

Virgil nodded so fast he almost hurt himself. "Yes."

He could feel Janus' grin again the back of his neck. "Good." That's all the warning he had before Janus' nails trailed all the way down his sides, from his armpits to just above his hips.

The noise that came out of him was nearly indecent, but Patton's hand came up and pushed Virgil's head into his shoulder just in time. This was almost worse, for Virgil-- not being able to see anything, so vulnerable and exposed pressed between his partners' chests-- but at least he didn't have to hold in his laughter anymore. He could merely relish in it as Patton's hands wrapped around his back to trace and spider through his sleep shirt all over the sensitive spots on his back, or as Janus' hands snuck around to flutter damningly all over Virgil's stomach.

"It's okay," Patton murmured into Virgil's hair, although the other man could barely hear it over his own muffled laughter. "We've got you. Just laugh it out."

"Besides," Janus continued, curling forward so his breath could once again tickle Virgil's ears, "it's your day off tomorrow. I think this is a perfect chance to explore this wonderful little secret I found, hmm?"

Virgil could blame it on the fact that he couldn't speak at the moment-- not with his mouth, wide open and wailing, pressed into the warmth that was Patton's shoulder-- but if he were honest... he couldn't agree with Janus more.

[kotylynnemerrill]

Your words I hold forever

December 31st, 1967 10.57pm

Surprised was not the... appropriate word.

Fez didn't exactly have the broadest of vocabulary but he was sure there was - had to be a stronger word for his current feelings.

Clicking the spark wheel of his lighter, the large flame illuminated Fez's face (and hers) as he lit the joint nestled between his lips. He inhaled deeply, silently counted to three, and expelled the smoke through his nostrils.

Fez suddenly wished he had brought something stronger as he chanced a glance at the young woman who had plopped down next to him on the worn couch.

She probably wouldn't remember him, it had been a few years but, he recognized her. Lexi Howard. A few years younger than himself... pretty sure the same age as Rue.

Fez remembered when she would tag along with Rue and sit on the roof of his grandmother's store...almost every evening, like clockwork, letting their feet dangle off the edge while they ate an ice cream cone. He remembered she liked strawberry.

Fez had often wondered why she stopped coming by the store with Rue...then again, there had been a big change in Rue over the past couple of years...since her dad had passed. It didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure out what probably had happened...

It had probably started even before that...when her dad first got sick...he thinks he remembers Rue making a comment about it when they first started hanging out.

But grief could really fuck with a person and Fez had no qualms with selling Rue a little weed here and there...if it helped, if that was what she needed to cope.

But it's never that simple...never that black and white. If that had been the only thing.

So Fez was not surprised to see Rue here tonight, her hair a dark halo of messy, tight curls, and her eyes heavy and unfocused. Not his doing...this time. Whatever helped satisfy the guilt festering inside his stomach...and his chest.

But Lexi Howard...what was she doing here?

She was smart (he gathered, from what little Rue had shared), pretty (her face and body now possessing all the qualities of a woman - compared to the last time he saw her), and classy.

Fez couldn't help but admire her outfit...the way the skirt hugged her fuller hips and the way the magenta colored blouse seemed to enhance the rich brown of her eyes.

He didn't understand what someone like her was doing here at one of Virgil Smith's parties.

Fez was pretty sure she hadn't come here with Rue. Perhaps she had come with her sister Cassie? He had seen Cassie Howard around. She was in the same year of college as Virgil and knew she attended these functions often enough.

She never bought nothing too hard off of him...not like Rue. But, as Fez thought back, he hadn't seen Cassie tonight. She seems to be here by herself.

Hell, it was New Year's Eve...the school year was just about over with... probably just wanted to let loose a little.

Fez was still surprised though.

She looked stressed to be honest. Maybe Lexi Howard wasn't having such a good time after all. Neither was he. Fez didn't exactly come to these parties for pleasure...but maybe that could change tonight.

Fuck it. He wasn't looking to get lucky or anything like that but with all the current chaos going on in the world (not to mention his own personal bull shit) it wouldn't kill him to make an effort at least.

He might not get this chance again...Maybe Lexi Howard would remember him.

"Yo, you Rue's friend right?"

Lexi's eyes widened in surprise at Fez's voice. She slowly inclined her head towards him and gave a small nod.

"Yeah..." A shy smile graced her red lips. "Since like grade school."

She frowned suddenly, scrunching her nose... embarrassed. "Sorry. Ion know why I said that."

Fez shrugged. "It's cool. You met when you met." He took another drag of the joint and turned his head as he blew out the smoke, careful not to blow it in her direction. "Yo. What was your name again?"

"Lexi." She answered. Fez took notice of how her hands nervously twitched in her lap. Hopefully he wasn't making her uncomfortable.

"Lexi..." Fez rolled her name around his tongue "I like that. That's a nice name."

"Thanks." Fez's lips lifted in one corner and Lexi mimicked his actions. He liked the way the apples of her cheeks reddened and Fez wondered if he could always feel the lub dub of his heart as clearly as he did now.

Okay y'all... hopefully this doesn't show up all wonky on the site...but here's a taste...a lick off the ol spoon. I really wanted to keep this scene in...i just love it so much so hopefully it works. This isn't the full chapter...I'll add the rest of what I got after some feedback lol.

Please let me know what you think...open to suggestions...

be harsh....okay not too harsh...I'll cry 😭

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Cryptid

Roman is determined to prove that his friend Patton's fears of a spider cryptid in the forest was unfounded, so joined by his best friend (and maybe crush) Janus, he ventures into the forest at night. Surprisingly, the night takes a surprising twist.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: Spider imagery, slightly creepy, and one slightly suggestive comment right at the end but nothing like, bad.

Pairings: Anaroceit

Word Count: 1336

Notes:

Hello everyone!!

This is a very short little fic for day 2 of @anaroceitweek!! This is for the prompt 'Conspiricy' which makes me think of Cryptids haha, and Cryptid Virgil is very very fun :3

This is a very silly short fic I wrote in one sitting haha - I still really like it though! I hope you do too :3

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“Why are we out here again?” Janus drawled as he pushed back a tree branch with his gloved hand, climbing over a root in the dark. Roman shone his flashlight down so that they could see where they were walking. The forest behind the suburbs where Roman lived was fairly thick and mostly unmanaged, so there weren’t any proper paths to follow.

“You’re the one who chose to come out here with me,” Roman huffed as he climbed down a little ridge, “You didn’t have to be here.”

“Oh certainly not, but seeing your face when Patton is proven right will be worth it I’m sure,” He said with a shrug and a grin as Roman shot a glare behind him at his best friend/maybe crush. It was hard for Roman to see in the darkness, so he wasn’t entirely sure exactly where Janus was, but he was sure that he’d seen the glare. 

“Well you’ve wasted your time, then, because I’m right,” He said, hopping onto a boulder and then hopping to another one, “There are no weird creepy horrifying spider cryptids out here in this forest.”

“Careful,” Janus said, making Roman stop just before he walked face first into a giant spider web. 

“Oh haha,” Roman said, turning so he could walk around the other side of the tree the web was attached to, “Next you’ll be telling me the spider creature made that.”

“Mhm,” Janus nodded, grinning a little as Roman frowned.

Well… there were certainly a lot of webs in this forest, Roman had never actually come this deep before. He was determined, however, to prove to his friend Patton that there were no scary spider creatures in the forest out to get him. For some reason Janus, who seemed to believe Patton’s theories for whatever reason despite how unfounded they were, had come along as well. 

Roman heard something that sounded like a distant clicking and a woosh, as though something had run past. Turning to look in the direction of the sound, however, gained him nothing, even as he swept his flashlight around the clearing they were in. Other than the number of spiderwebs present, he saw nothing, and dismissed it as some kind of woodland creature, maybe a possum, those were creepy as hell. 

“I wonder what that was,” Janus said, in a tone that Roman thought sounded incredibly condescending and honestly that was just unnecessary. 

Roman shrugged anyway, though, “Probably just a regular, normal forest creature.”

“Mmmhm, if you say so,” Janus shrugged. The clicking sound was back, followed by a soft rumble and another few clicks, Roman whipped around, trying to figure out the source of the sound. 

After a long moment of silence, Roman yelped and reeled back a little as his eyes met another pair in the underbrush - a pair with piercing white pupils and softly glowing purple irises - plus black sclera, as if that wasn’t creepy enough already. 

“What the fuck…” Roman whispered as he noticed a second, third and fourth pair of the same eyes open, he took a step back and ended up grabbing onto Janus’ arm.

“Hello there,” Janus said, only then did Roman realise he was smirking, “You can come out, he won’t hurt you.”

Roman’s eyes widened as he looked from Janus to the eyes. He wouldn’t hurt it?? He was slightly more worried about the other way around, actually. 

In a way that was almost shy, the creature stepped into Roman’s torch beam, making him gasp. 

He was humanoid and tall - taller than both Janus and Roman by a long way. Roman thought he must be at least seven foot tall - he had to have been crouching before. 

His hair was pitch black, but the texture looked to be curled, almost frizzy. In the light of the torch Roman could see that his skin was mostly a light, pastel purple, through which darker veins could be seen, making his skin look almost like marble, though down his arms his skin got darker and darker - until at his fingertips it was pitch black. His limbs too were oddly proportioned, in a way that looked just ‘off’ to Roman, he looked like a person, he was shaped like a person, but his arms and legs were too long and it gave Roman an odd uncanny feeling as he looked at him. Mostly, though, he was just…. Incredibly intrigued. 

“Woah,” Roman said softly, staring wide eyed, “You’re uh… real?”

“Last I checked?” He said, seeming… weirdly nervous as all eight of his eyes blinked. Roman thought he should have probably found it creepy, the cryptid - because that’s the only thing that it could have been (Roman might have been wrong, but he wasn’t about to say that out loud).

“You’re… beautiful,” He said, to the surprise of basically everyone there as he slowly detached from Janus to approach. The spider guy looked shocked as Roman walked up, circling him before stopping to look up at him, “Wow…” He said softly.

“Wh-what?” the creature said, turning his head to track Roman but not fully turning around. Janus was smirking in the background, “Hey - you cut it out, stop smirking at me.”

“I told you he’d like you,” Janus said, sounding very smug. Roman looked back at him. 

“You were in on this?” He asked, glaring at him, “You knew?”

Shrugging, Janus walked over, placing a hand on the spider’s arm, “Well I’d hope so, considering we’re dating.”

“You what??”

“Are you gonna be surprised by everything?” The spider guy asked, tilting his head.

“Well- I- yeah, actually, I am!” He said, eyes wide, the cryptid startled a little bit, “I just found out the spider cryptid in the woods is real and apparently dating my best friend!”

“And beautiful, don’t forget that,” Janus hummed, Roman went bright pink.

“I- Oh my god, I’m sorry-” He said, looking between Janus and the thing, “I didn’t mean to hit on your cryptid boyfriend.”

With a snort, Janus shook his head, even the spider was smiling.

“It’s fine,” He said, “And I’m Virgil, by the way - um, if you really want to hit on me you can.”

“What.”

“I mean, I’m just saying, I don’t mind,” He defended, “I mean - it’s fine if not, I know you humans are weird about monogamy sometimes, but-”

“No no no - that’s not the problem,” Roman said, raising his hands, he was perfectly happy with polyamory, he’d experimented with it before in a relationship and found it appealed to him (though the lack of communication in that particular relationship had put him off a while)

“I’m okay with it too,” Janus said, “If that’s the problem, you are… fine.”

“That’s Janus talk for ‘I like you’,” Virgil translated, making both Janus and Roman turn beet red. 

“So, wait,” Roman said, putting up his hands, “Let me figure this out.”

Both of them nodded. 

“So you,” He gestured to Virgil, “Are a spider cryptid who lives out here in the woods?”

“Mhm,”

“And you,” He gestures to Janus, “Are dating him?”

“Yes,” Janus nodded.

“So…. was this whale thing just a ploy to get me out here?”

“Potentially,” Janus smirked, Roman groaned, “Well - Patton’s fears are very real, of course, and him asking you for help was simply convenient, so I talked to Virgil about it - because normally you wouldn’t have found anything.”

“He told me he had a really cute friend he thought I’d like who was coming out ‘cryptid hunting’ in the forest tonight so I agreed to actually show up.”

“And?” Roman asked.

“And…?”

“And… do you like me?” Roman asked, leaning forward a little, Virgil smirked.

“Yeah,” He said with a shrug, “I believe so, do… you like me? Janus said you would.”

Smirking, Roman nodded, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do - but uh… I’ve never dated a cryptid before…”

“Oh trust me, it’s a lot of fun,” Janus grinned, making Virgil blush a deeper, richer purple colour. Roman giggled.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

My Writing Masterpost

Updated as of 9/12/2024

To check if there are any newer fics since this has been updated, look for the tag #my fic

You can also read many of these on AO3

My Multi-chapter Fics:

We Could Try? 1, 2, 3, 

Patton had found out. He’d found out not only that Virgil was ticklish, and not only that he actually liked it, but also that he’d never had a real tickle session.

Sequels: I do not understand, The Price of Cookies

Grumpy, Sorry

Virgil is grumpy and gets tickled by Patton, and tickles him back a bit. Later, Patton gets him back even more.

Tickle Week: Sunday, the idea, Monday, Dee and Logan, Tuesday, Patton and Roman, Wednesday, Roman and Virgil, 

“Well, seeing as there are six of us, I propose a tickle week. We’ll leave Sunday off, but every other day we’ll put names in a hat and draw one, and whoever’s name is drawn becomes a tickle toy for the whole day.”

The Tickle House:

Virgil’s New Job,

At the End of a Bad Day

Scribbling

There’s a place called the tickle house, where you can pay to tickle or be tickled. Virgil and Janus work there, and the others often visit.

Tickletober 2020:

One: Unusual Spot

Two: Feathers

Three: Stocks

Four: Scribbling

Five: Drawn on

Six: Kiss

Seven: Unusual Tool

Eight: Interrogation

Nine: Ganged Up On

Twenty-Three: Asking For It

My One-shots:

Roman’s Idea is Best

Written with @barelyticklishlee: Roman has a fantastic idea for Thomas’s date. Virgil doesn’t agree, at least at first.

When Patton gets into a Ler mood at the same time as Virgil is in a Lee Mood. 

Pretty self-explanatory

A bit of something soft

Patton’s having a hard day, so Virgil cuddles and tickles him

Cheating at Games is Ill-Advised

Virgil cheats at a tickling game with Logan, and gets very tickled.

Pay Attention

Virgil can’t pay attention to the conversation with Roman and Patton tickling him.

Beware of Running Away from Lers

Virgil tries to run away from Roman

Arms Up

Virgil tickles Roman’s armpits

Belly

Patton feels fat, but Roman still loves him just as much, and wants him to feel so much better.

When Patton has a Hard Day

Patton is feeling down, but tickling Virgil might help him feel better~

Unnamed Fic

Logan gets soft back tickles from Roman.

The Sweetest Lee

Tickling a sweet little lee is just the best thing ever~

It feels better when you just let it happen ;)

Cuddly tickles for Roman.

Remus Catches a Lee

Virgil's been caught in a trap and gets tickled to pieces.

Virgil’s Voice

Virgil wants tickles, but can't voice his requests, so Roman helps him out, getting him all the tickles he wants.

Dwindling Creativity

Roman shrinks down as Thomas's creativity is used up. Janus helps to distract him from his work.

Sacrifice

Patton is gonna tickle someone. If not a sacrifice, then everyone~

Requests:

Roman wants to join

Lee Roman

14 and 25 with Lee Deceit and Let Patton please?

No regrets, with Roman and Remus maybe?

oh requests?? hmm maybe either 22 or 25 w lee virgil and any ler you like?

14 with LerRoman and LeeLogan???

w/ pat ro and lo testing which of virgil's spots is the worst

Tell that to the tickle monster: Ler Patton and Lee Virgil.

16 Any pairing u think fits!!!! 

I know something sweeter than cookies: same pairing, Ler Patton and Lee Virgil.

maybe 29 with ler!patton and lee!logan? 

4 with Lee Roman and Ler Deceit? 

11 with Ler Logan and Lee Roman please 

22 with Lee Logan and Let Remus please? 

19 Lee Deceit and Ler Virgil and Remus please? 

Do you think you could do 3 with a lee Deceit?

9, with Roceit? :3 

16 and 7 with Lee Deceit and Ler Patton please 

Shy Lee Janus being forced to ask for tickles from Ler Logan?

Logan noticing Virgil having a bad day and and just having him lay down and giving him a pillow to giggle and blush into while he traces Virgil's back with his fingers or fluffy brushes to help him relax❤

Moceit cheer up tickles? 😃 (Lee Patton and Ler Janus, if you would)

oh prompts! maybe lee Patton ler roman with some sort of challenge? (Don't move, laugh, smile, whatever)

What about a lee!Virgil? (ler!your choice. Preferably a twin.) Someone comes in to wake him up from a nap, or something, with pokes. Virgil is still half asleep at this point, so he has no filter.

Lee Roman denying his in a Lee mood but Janus is behind him smirking because he knows when someone lies?

So, peharps a bit of Lee!Janus and Ler!Roman, please? Maybe Janus is monopolizing Roman's bed because it's soft and warm and g e t o f f XDD.

Lee!virgil ler!roman? That’s my everything lol

What about Lee Virgil being pranked with tickles by Remus but once Remus stops he shyly asks for more? Please and thank you!

If you're still taking requests maybe lee Janus being overly grumpy and getting cheer up tickles from Logan?

How about Remus acting as annoying little brothers do, and Roman getting back at him with some extra teasey tickles

may I request lee Logan and ler Patton where Pat's just gushing over how cute Lo is while tickling him?

Can please do some Lee janus and ler patton? Like Janus is being suspicious, and Patton is trying to figuring out what he is doing.

For the prompts thing how about Patton ticking Logan to make him take a break from working? 

Ler Logan and Lee Remus, if you are up for it. Remus starts to bother Logan while he is working and Logan gets payback with tickles, knowing secretly that Remus wanted this to happen. ???

Pre-Accepting Anxiety Virgil walks in to the common room to see the Light Sides having a tickle fight, cue big Lee MoodTM. So now he's awkwardly trying to keep up his bad guy persona while desperately trying to figure out how to tell them that he NEEDS to be WRECKED!

Prompts! How about Patton tickling Logan to make him take a break from working I can never get enough of that! 😂

Lee!Patton and Ler!Logan (or whoever you wish!) Patton has always been the mind palace tickle monster and after a week of his evil ler moods and tickle attacks Logan turns the tables and gets revenge tickles?

Ok so... after Accepting Anxiety, Virgil is a little shaken from his name reveal. He sorta hides away in his room because he’s embarrassed, until Roman comes in to check on him and cheer him up and make him feel welcome with tickles 🥺

Logan maybe gets hurt, (trips or bumps against something) and Patton decides to tend to him, making sure he's not injured badly, but it turns out Logan is ticklish where Patton is examining

Ler Patton Lee Deceit - Patton accidentally brushes by Deceits scales and it sets Deceit into a fit of giggles. So Patton gets curious and starts to poke and stroke the patches of scales that are all over Deceits body. And Deceit secretly not so secretly enjoys this

Maybe some cheer up tickles with Logicality where both were watching a show and a tickle scene appeared and person B is like "Oh, this is a signal. That is how I should cheer up my friend."?

How about lee!janus and ler!virgil where Virgil remembers Janus being super ticklish back when he lived with the dark sides still and decides to see if he's still that ticklish.

Could you do a college AU where the core 4 are in their university’s theatre department? Like... they all are walking back to the dorms and they find out Roman is extremely ticklish and tickle and tease him the whole way back??

How about lee Logan hiding his lee mood from Virgil?

lee!Virgil and ler Patton, Logan, and Roman. Virgil has a huge lee mood and is way to shy to ask to be tickled so he drop little hints to try and get tickles( more like Virgil being an a** and a bratty little sh*t). The sides act like they don’t know what he want, but do. So they force him to ask

anything lee logan? I would DIE for lee logan

Okay I’m bored and I need lee!Virgil and lers Janus and Remus

Anything lee Logan would be delightful! Thank you!

I was wondering if you could do something where Virgil gets stuck somewhere and the twins find him and team up to take advantage of the situation? Thank you in advance, your work is amazing!

I would like to make a trade. I will give you a boop for lee!Logan ler!Remus. :D

Janus with hypersensitive scales is the bestttt so how about a rude snake getting tickled to tears by an unforgiving Ler Logan? Maybe using a new tool that makes Janus scream?

[gumnut-logic]

Lego Volcano (Part 2)

Alexander Sweetapple series | Lego Volcano - Part 1 | Part 2

This is a sequel to the fic that was the result of several Thunderfam members in this post.

I think @womble1 was the one who asked for an Sweetapple sequel, so here it is. But I should not disregard the egging on from @idontknowreallywhy @sofasurf @sailing-on-a-puddle or any of the others because they are all equally responsible for the following 2000 words, which is twice as long as the original fic. Mostly because alex's brain wanders all over the place all the time, but still :D

I also need to thank @onereyofstarlight for the read through and sanity check. You are kind to me as always.

Warning for sick fic, sick!Virgil, loving Gords and all the fluff. This is also a Sweetapple fic and is consequently m/m. If that isn't your thing, this isn't your fic.

There is also quite a bit of FishTank by Proxy in this :D

I hope you enjoy the bucket of fluff that has delayed my lunch beyond 2.30pm.

-o-o-o-

Alex had been daydreaming when Gordon bounded into his lab.

“Hey, Apples.”

His stylus left his fingers and did a lovely loop-de-loop as he jumped. The eco-plastic pinged and clattered as it bounced off his laptop, the table, his empty coffee cup, and finally hit the floor, coming to a rolling halt at Gordon’s feet.

The aquanaut bent down and picked it up. He offered it to Alex with a slight bow and an amused smile. “All the mad skillz there, Apples.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Gordon, you scared the crap out of me.” He narrowed his eyes as the man’s grin widened. “Again.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.” Gordon leant against the desk. “Hey, I’ve got a mission for you.”

“What?” Alex frowned. He wouldn’t say he was wary of Gordon, the two of them had developed a good friendship due to the man they had in common. Gordon was the wingman, and Alex was…well, Virgil’s man.

The thought was still a shy one, despite months having drifted by, ever so wonderfully, since that first kiss. The daydream that had been interrupted may have contained more Virgil than engineering, if Alex was honest. But then daydreaming about an engineer kind was related to engineering? Maybe? Alex didn’t really care, because he was…Virgil’s man.

“Earth to Apples.” Gordon waved a hand in front of his face.

Alex swiped at it.

Gordon snorted at him as he predictably missed. “Anyway, a mission. Your boy is down with the plague-“

“What?!” Alex sat up and his stylus landed on the floor again.

“Hey, he’s okay. Just picked up a lurgy from the London sewers. It’s giving him a hard time.”

“The sewers!” Alex hadn’t heard from Virgil for a few days. It happened occasionally. John would drop him a line if International Rescue was out on an extended stint. Alex had even heard from John’s PA once. That conversation had been interesting to say the least. She had reported Virgil’s position and then gave him the third degree on everything from his birthdate to his preference for pineapple ice cream.

He had spoken to Virgil about the conversation after the incident and had the pleasure of watching those gorgeous eyebrows climb into Virgil’s hairline. He said he would speak to John about it, and Alex hadn’t heard from her since.

He still didn’t know why she wanted to know his favourite flower, or his preference for bagels or popcorn.

But, in summary, Alex hadn’t been worried about the lack of communication and had presumed John would chime in if there was any concern.

Apparently not.

Alex stood up and grabbed his coat.

“What are you doing?” Gordon was eyeing him.

“I’m coming with you.”

“But I have a mission for you.”

“If it doesn’t involve Virgil, then I don’t care.” He glared at Gordon. “But you knew that, so I believe you were going to say that Virgil is miserable and won’t tell me because he knows I will want to be there for him.”

“Alex, he’s contagious.”

“Then why are you here? If it was that bad, Mrs Tracy would have quarantined the Island.”

“He was keeping to his room.”

“Was?”

“He had a little accident last night. Scott had to patch him up.”

Alex let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m signing out. What did you fly down here?”

“Tracy Two.”

“Meet you on the tarmac.”

And with that he shot out of the lab. He found Erica in the lunch room and let her know he would likely be away for a few days.

She raised an eyebrow, but was happy to cover for him on the project. He was not, repeat not, going to comment on the smile she had on her face. Fireman Fred’s expression was fond and Alex made a note to question Erica about the frequency of her lunch dates with the man.

Did she really think no one had noticed?

The director waved permission for leave without hesitation and he made sure he signed out properly - every time he did this, he was reminded of the one time he had screwed up.

Grabbing a bag from his apartment, he threw it over his shoulder and headed down to the airstrip.

Gordon stood waiting beside Tracy Two, the sleek jet screaming rich and famous and very much Tracy. A moment of hesitation, realising he had made demands of Gordon, talked over him, and basically hijacked his plane and his plans.

But the thought of Virgil had him straightening his back and striding forward. There would always be the socio-economic difference between him and Virgil. It wasn’t something that could be fixed.

So he was determined to ignore it.

The important thing here was that Virgil was sick and Alex needed transport to reach him.

The knowing smile on Gordon’s face as he grabbed Alex’s bag was just reassurance that Alex was doing the right thing.

“C’mon, Apples, let’s get you to your man.”

And if he had to put up with the aquanaut’s ribbing, so be it.

-o-o-o-

Alex had flown more in the last few months than he had in his entire life.

Because of Tracy Island, the Tracys lived in the skies. It was necessary.

It was obvious that some of the brothers enjoyed it more than others. But they could all fly. Even Mrs Tracy - she had made a habit of flying down to Napier every now and again to visit Alex’s mother. The two of them had started up a fast friendship.

Alex was both happy and terrified. Both had lost their partners in life, both were doctors, and both had an invested interest in Virgil and Alex…which was no doubt their favourite topic of conversation.

But Mum seemed happy and as far as Alex was concerned, that was enough.

And if Mrs Tracy knew more about Alex than he was likely comfortable with, well…he had nothing to hide.

After all, she had already seen him naked.

He shuddered.

“You with us, Apples?”

He was sitting beside Gordon in the cockpit, the huge expanse of the Pacific Ocean beneath them. The private jet was, in contrast to the Thunderbirds, amazingly quiet. Of course, it didn’t have the speed of the ‘birds, but it made up for it with comfort.

The Thunderbirds were made for practicality and speed. Tracy Two was made to live in.

“We are on approach. Almost there.”

Alex side eyed Gordon. “You’re worried about him.”

“Yeah.” It was more a sigh of admission than anything else. “This one has hit him hard. Don’t be offended that he didn’t tell you. He was probably trying to protect you, more than anything else. Self-sacrificing twat.” Gordon looked at him. “John says your shots are all up to date.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” Alex rolled his eyes just a little. “Have you met my mother?”

Gordon snorted. “You have a point.” He turned back to the windows. “We do our best to protect ourselves but sometimes things just get through.” He shrugged. “Alan scared the shit out of us once with scarlet fever. All the travelling the world we do, and he picked it up from school.”

“He was okay?”

“Took him out for a bit. Gave Scott a few of those grey hairs that make me glad I’m blond, but yeah, he was okay.” He eyed Alex’s hair. “Be glad of that white blond of yours, you might need it dating one of us.”

Alex wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He was aware of the dangers, but he couldn’t dwell on them. Virgil had already given him all the reassurance he could. It was just part and parcel of loving a hero.

The blush on Virgil’s face when he said that was definitely worth it.

Tracy Island appeared out of the blue below as Gordon angled the jet in to land. This wasn’t the first time Alex had flown out to Tracy Island. Usually, Virgil flew him. Scott had once picked him up in Thunderbird One while on a pizza run. That had been an experience. He hadn’t even had time to work out if he was exhilarated or terrified before the Thunderbird was pivoting to land.

He did discover exactly how much pizza the Tracys could consume in one meal, however, and that was definitely terrifying.

He might have to take out a bank loan if he invited them over to dinner.

Tracy Two proved that it was not the average private jet as its flight angle flattened and was punctuated by the flare of VTOL. Gordon gently let the plane down on the partially hidden runway to the east of the villa. The cliff folded in on itself and Tracy Two trundled into the hangers under the mountain.

Thunderbird Two immediately caught Alex’s eyes, the great ‘bird high up on its landing struts ready to deploy when needed.

“He’s okay, Alex, I promise. I came to get you because…he needs a hug.” A sigh. “And I’m kinda hoping he will listen to you.”

Tracy Two pulled into her spot and Gordon switched off her engines, letting her wind down to silence.

“He’s not listening?” That did not sound like Virgil.

“He’s miserable. Too tired to be able to do his stuff and frustrated because of it. And god forbid if we go on a mission without him.” Gordon turned in his seat. “Alex, he is okay, but he needs a little TLC, and perhaps permission to stand down. You are not a brother he has had to listen to all his life. He loves you. He will listen to you.” With that Gordon turned back to the controls and ran the plane through post flight.

Alex eyed him and bit his lip. Gordon loved his brother dearly. It may not have been said, but it was obvious in the slight frown, the faint flush to his cheeks, and the intensity in his eyes.

“I will do my best.”

“I know you will, Apples.” A slight smile and that familiar gleam.

“Then let’s go find your wingman.”

-o-o-o-

Virgil was in his rooms.

Gordon didn’t really knock, more barged in, unannounced. They caught Virgil shirtless, unshaven, and wearing only a pair of worn pyjama pants. His hair was sticking up in all directions. He was attempting to pour himself a coffee and at the sight of Alex, quite frankly, looked like a deer stuck in headlights.

He was also covered in sticking plasters, several stuck to his arms, legs and back.

“Omigod! What happened to you?” Alex beelined for Virgil.

The man continued to stare as Alex approached, hand still held up mid pour. Alex gently took the coffee from his hands and placed on the counter.

“Alex, what are you doing here?” Virgil backed off, holding up his hands. “Stay back. I’m contagious.” There was a panic in his eyes. “Gordon, what did you do?!”

“I simply told Alex that his man was ill.” Gordon shrugged. “He then stowed away on Tracy Two.”

Virgil glared at his brother.

Gordon ignored it. “He wanted to see you. I’m not getting in the way of true love.”

“You are a dead fish. How could y-“

Alex closed the distance between them and placed a single finger across Virgil’s protesting lips. Tired, dark eyes stared at him in surprise

 “Let off Gordon, love, I insisted.”

“But-“

“Why didn’t you call me?”

The exhaustion on Virgil’s face cut into Alex and he reached up, running gentle fingers through Virgil’s messed up hair. He wanted nothing more than to kiss it all better.

“I didn’t want you to get sick.”

“I’m the son of a doctor, my shots are all up to date thanks to the very generous medical plan that comes with being a Tracy Industries employee, and…” Alex half rolled his eyes. “…again, my mother. I’m thinking my immune system is up to the task.”

“I don’t want…” But Virgil trailed off and Alex could see the absolute exhaustion take over as Virgil ran out of protest and wilted against him. “I’m sorry.” It was so quiet, Alex doubted he was supposed to hear it.

So this was what Gordon meant.

Alex wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and drew him in tight, gently nudging his head onto his shoulder. He glanced at Gordon and mouthed a ‘thank you’ as Virgil finally relaxed into his hold.

Gordon whispered. “Call if you need anything.” He started backing away to the door.

“You’re still dead, Fish.” The words rumbled into his collarbone and Alex stroked an ear with a finger

Gordon snorted. “Well, then, I’ll die happy knowing you have someone you might actually listen to.”

“Gordon!” It was all protest, fondness and love.

A snort and Gordon bounced out of the room almost exactly how he had bounced into Alex’s lab barely half an hour earlier.

Virgil groaned into Alex’s shirt. “I’m going to kill him.”

“No, you’re not. You’re going to sit down with me on your comfy couch and tell me what happened.”

Virgil let himself be guided to the crochet-covered lounge and Alex curled him up against his side.

“So what happened?”

Virgil sighed and relaxed in Alex’s arms.

“Stupid Lego.”

“Lego?!”

-o-o-o-

Next

[lefaystrent]

Friendly Neighborhood Criminals Part 3

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic Patton/Dark Sides

Summary: It's the first time hanging out with his three favorite criminals outside of his apartment. Patton is excited to see what friends do when they go out and about.

It's vandalism. The answer is clearly vandalism.

Ao3 Link: click here

Part 1, Part 2

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"I thought you guys said we were going to go look at art?"

"I am a work of art. Look at me, am I not a masterpiece?"

Remus is something alright. He's tossed his green leather jacket onto the ground and wears some kind of glittery fishnet ensemble on display. Bashful, Patton averts his gaze. He's not used to seeing that much bare skin and hairy muscles.

"You're a piece of work, that's for sure," Virgil snipes. He walks past Remus, ignoring him in favor of shrugging off his bulky sports bag. Unperturbed, Remus continues to pose in increasingly provocative poses.

"Don't act like you don't love to watch me work it," Remus purrs, shimmying his hips and making the metal chain hanging from his belt jingle.

"You could make a blind person's eyes bleed." Virgil does not give the other the satisfaction of looking. He's crouched down, rummaging through the bag. It's odd to see Virgil without the hoodie on for once. It remains with him, sleeves tied around his waist, but he has a torn purple tee on and his mane of shoulder-length hair tied low at the nape of his neck.

Remus recoils as if the words physically struck him. "Ooh! Murder me why don't you? No really, why don't you?"

"If I have to live in this stupid world, so do you."

"How cruel! Janny, Virgil's being boring again!"

Janus doesn't glance at them even when Remus gives him puppy-dog eyes. He flips boredly through a fashion magazine. "Children, behave."

The late evening blazes its last rays of amber light. It's more potent out on the open street. Here in the alley they've ducked into, the buildings are too tall and shade them. It's not late enough yet to cause Patton alarm about being out after dark. He calmly watches Virgil produce several cans of spray paint. Remus is a live-wire of energy. It's a comical juxtaposition with Janus's resigned air of indifference. Janus even brought a foldable chair and bottle of wine.

Patton gets the feeling that they are here for less than legal reasons.

Virgil explains as much. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. This is just something I like to do and I thought..."

"Tickle-Me Emo wants to share his life's passion with you, Pattycake."

"It's just a hobby."

"It's hot. Don't let him deceive you, he's skilled as fuck and wanted to show you but was just too shy to ask you outright."

"Remus, shut up!"

"Make me, Virgin."

"Now, now, settle down," Janus says absently. Patton suspects that he's not paying attention to what they're saying, more reacting to the volume level.

Patton waves his hands in an attempt to soothe the situation. "That's okay! I'm just not sure what's going on."

Virgil had been nervous ever since inviting him out. Patton thought that this may be a step towards the better, towards learning more about them. Up until this point, he hadn't hung out with any of them outside of his apartment. He doesn't count that one time Remus picked him up at the bus stop mid-panic. Mostly, the three of them show up unannounced at his apartment, and Patton keeps letting them in. They say it's to check up on him, and they keep doing that thing where they give him gifts. It flusters him every time.

But it never stops there. They take the time to hang out with him. They lounge around his living room showing him TV shows he should watch, or they use his kitchen to make dinner, and Patton still is unsure what their goals are and how he should react.

Are they friends? Is this what having friends is like? They invade your space and you kind of like it?

Patton was never allowed to have friends over when he was younger. It invigorates him now. He feels– he feels emboldened. It's his space and he can do what he wants! And it's his life! He can go hang out with whoever he wants!

So he met up with Virgil when he had texted him, and he found the others waiting alongside him. And the thrill of it squashes the anxiety, because what in the world do maybe-friends do when they go out and about?

Vandalism. The answers is clearly vandalism.

"Again, if you're not okay with it..." Virgil tells him, not meeting his gaze. "I understand it makes you an accessory or whatever. But most people don't care and a lot of people seem to like it."

Remus chimes in, "Think of it as beautifying the community."

Virgil snorts, "It's only beauty when I do it. You just paint dicks."

"Guilty as charged."

"You do this a lot?" Patton asks, overwhelmingly curious. He's seen graffiti throughout the city. It's unavoidable really. Storefronts, the sides of libraries, and trains galore- so much graffiti. And a lot of it is really amazing too! Patton wondered how the artists could do all that with just some spray paint.

Virgil smiles, closed-lipped and small. "Yeah, when I can. It's my way of leaving my mark on the world."

Patton surges forward and plops down on the concrete beside him. "That's so cool, Virge! Oh, I wonder if I've seen your work before! What places have you painted? Would you show me some time?"

The amount of genuine excitement sends Virgil reeling. He veers back, blinking and slack jawed. "I, uh, what?"

"I want to see the marks you left. If you're okay with that?"

Color floods his face. He drops a can, curses, then scrambles to right new ones he knocks over.

Remus howls for some reason and goes into a barrage of teasing. It only spurs Virgil into snapping at him in overdrive.

"Please, contain yourselves," Janus drones. He sips wine, unbothered.

"Why did you even come for anyway!" Virgil switches to bark at him. "I thought you were gonna be lookout, not chaperone."

"I'm a great multi-tasker."

Virgil emits an impressive growl and turns his back to them. He pulls out a couple of masks and tosses Patton one. "C'mon, Pat."

Patton pulls the mask on. He figures it's to block out the fumes. Remus chooses not to wear one, making a show of huffing in the fumes.

Virgil grows concentrated while he works. He sheds the nervousness, the anger. His arms arc high and low, his movements a dance. It's art in process, and it's entrancing.

A series of circles, all in varying sizes and colors, hang amongst the brick. Virgil has brought a step ladder so he can climb up and down as he pleases. Clouds of nebulae form, and stars streak across the canvas.

Virgil has painted a galaxy.

He steps down the ladder for the last time, surveying the finished product. Awestruck tears fill Patton's eyes, but he doesn't cry.

"It's beautiful," Patton coos. He holds out his arms as if he can reach out for that endless space and embrace the kaleidoscope. "You're incredible, Virgil!"

Virgil shrugs, yet he can't restrain a satisfied grin. He holds a can out to Patton. When Patton stares confused, he smirks, "Want to give it a go?"

Honored, Patton takes the can reverently. He looks to Virgil with big eyes. "Can I really?"

"Go hogwild."

Patton squeals and races to an empty section of wall. Behind him, Remus takes pictures on his phone.

"You know that's only incriminating him, right?" Janus points out.

Remus shushes him. "It's baby's first vandalism, I have to keep a record of this!"

"Are we bad influences?" Virgil asks. "I think we might be bad influences."

Janus hisses, "Lies and slander, we are the paragon of virtue."

"Is he painting a demon?"

"No Remus, it's clearly a horse."

Patton looks over his shoulder meekly, "It's supposed to be a cat..."

The three men all nod and agree that it's definitely a cat and offer praises and applause.

Patton has never had so much fun.

[sanderstan]

here is my version of Virgil. He is actually very outgoing when around the other sides, but during any other social interaction, he gets super shy. He is happy as a light side but is still good friends with the dark sides. When I do Janus however, the scales will be the hardest part, so bare with me plz 😅

[hebuiltfive]

I Know Places: Chapter One (Part One)

In honour of our dear Flyboy’s birthday (and because it completely slipped my mind and I have nothing else prepared) here’s the short and sweet first part of Chapter One of a piece I’ve been working on slowly. No angst (except at the start where he’s recounting the mission). Happy Birthday, Scotty. 💙

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The deep baritone laugh of his brother reverberated through him and continued to echo even after Virgil had stopped chuckling. Scott cherished the sound, allowing himself a few moments to take in his brother’s laughter and appreciate it for all it was worth. He had been so close to losing that sound forever.

They were all accustomed to close calls. Their job demanded that they grow familiar with the Grim Reaper lurking on the sidelines of each and every rescue. They all had their ways of coping with that imagery and, for the most part, they all continued rather normally despite the constant threat. How they managed to do that was anyone’s guess, and they would all probably be incredibly fascinating to any therapist who wanted five boys with baggage, but they never dared to stop and question. All five of them had made peace with it, as had their close family and friends.

Normally, a close call wouldn’t have shaken Scott so much but today’s mission had been different. Today, they’d escaped by the skin of their teeth. Scott wouldn’t have even termed it a “close call” simply because it seemed too close for comfort. He nearly didn’t make it out, and there had been nothing Virgil could have done about it.

They — the people he’d been tasked with rescuing — nearly didn’t make it out, which somehow made things worse.

Scott could have made peace with his demise. He had often said silent prayers to his parents in the tighter spots he had found himself in, anyway. This would have been no different. Of course, he certainly never dreamed of or wished for such an occurrence, but if it meant getting those people to safety, he would always, always chose the lives of others over himself. To save them rather than to be saved. All of his brothers had that mentality and part of him hated that fact. If he had been the only one caught up in that place, if he’d been the only one to have never stepped foot into the turbulent world beyond those reinforced doors again, then maybe Scott wouldn’t have been so panicked.

As it was, he had never felt so scared. On the outside, he had managed to keep himself cool, calm and collected. On the inside, it had been an entirely separate case. With the exception of maybe only Virgil, no-one would have been able to notice the raging that had been silently brewing away deep inside as those seconds had ticked down.

His fists had pounded on that steel door until the vibrations rang through his bones. The rescue wasn’t over until there was no-one left to rescue. Over and over Scott had battled with the unfamiliar feeling of despair, reassuring himself that Virgil would somehow get through and that he just had to keep on breathing. The relief he had felt when that sealed door had finally slid open, revealing the tunnel beyond, was paramount to none.

In the end, it hadn’t mattered who had opened those doors. Scott had only been eternally grateful to the universe coming through for him.

For them.

For her.

Scott turned back to Marion. She was still smiling. He had no doubt in his mind that she was just as relieved as both he and Cameron were to be out of the plant. Of course, he had no way of knowing whether her calm demeanour in those last few minutes was also an act as his had been — shy of asking, and there was no chance he was about to do that so soon after the debacle — but Scott found himself oddly proud of her for not losing her head. In any rescue, one of his biggest worries was always having to work out a solution as well as deal with a panicking rescuee. He was grateful that he hadn’t needed to worry about that with Marion, or with Cameron for that matter. They had both shown that they were resilient and…

Since when did he offer such a detailed report of a rescuee’s behaviour when there was little to actually note? Especially when his designated rescuee wasn’t even the actual rescuee?

“Do I even want to ask?” Marion questioned with a quizzical look.

Scott’s brows furrowed in confusion before realising what she was referring to. He chuckled. “Oh, the popcorn? We were supposed to be having a movie night before we go the call. I’d made myself popcorn and left it on the side when I responded. Virgil stole it, thus he is a thief that owes me more.”

“If Scott’s got any say,” Virgil chimed in over Thunderbird Two’s loudspeakers, “then he’ll be making me fetch him popcorn for the next three movie nights as punishment.”

“Three?” Scott queried with a humorous tone. “I think you mean five.”

Again, Virgil’s laugh echoed, this time around the Shackleton complex. As it had done the first time, the blessed sound warmed Scott’s heart.

“Your cruelty knows no bounds, big brother.” Virgil replied before the click of the loudspeaker being switched off was heard and his laughter ceased.

The area seemed silent without Virgil’s deep tones bouncing off the buildings, and Scott suddenly felt rather awkward. He observed Marion who still stood only a couple of feet away from him. Her helmet was still tucked underneath one of her arms, her side plait slightly dishevelled from the ordeal they’d just escaped from. A couple of stray strands blew in the breeze and Scott told himself that his next words were solely down to them simply having narrowly escaped a horrific death together, not because of anything else.

“Speaking of popcorn and movie nights,—”

He gestured towards Thunderbird One. Her silver hull shone proudly in the dying light of the day, a day that had almost been their last. He had come so close to not seeing her again, not flying her again, but for once in his life that heartache wasn’t the strongest he currently felt. As he had come to terms with the forever unfavourable odds of his job, Scott had come to terms with what that would mean for his ship. The relief of seeing his ‘bird again after narrowly escaping a harrowing rescue was a familiar feeling to the pilot. This other feeling was less familiar.

Scott mentally threw away those thoughts and banished whatever he felt. He was just tired and in need of a long, long sleep. He attempted his best charming smile, no matter how weak it felt, as he continued, “we never did start the movie. How’d you like a ride over? If you’re not busy, of course.”

The last amendment was added on in haste. His avoidance of straight out asking Marion if she wished to travel back to their villa to watch a film with them — with him — was due solely to his attempt to sound casual. It hadn’t worked, and he knew it hadn’t. No matter how hard he had tried to seem indifferent, Scott couldn’t stop that innate feeling of sounding like a fool as the words left his mouth.

Internally, he cringed at himself. Scott was acutely aware of the subtle arch of Marion’s brow as he’d put forward his suggestion.

Her smile had remained, however, and her brown eyes averted away from him, over his shoulder and to Thunderbird One behind him. Marion’s gaze swept over his ship and, for a moment at least, Scott thought she might have agreed to his preposterous idea. There was a twinkle in those assessing eyes that he foolishly read as acceptance, a tiny step towards his ship, towards him that suggested the next words out of her mouth would be an agreement.

The GDF jet a few meters behind Marion roared, and whatever she’d been thinking, whatever she’d been about to say, was abruptly halted. She gently shook her head.

“I have to get back. Cameron and I will have reports to do.”

There was an unfamiliar sinking feeling that Scott felt but refused to acknowledge. He knew his idea was probably going to get shot down but he hadn’t expected to care that much, simply because he didn’t care. It was a nice, friendly gesture and Marion was busy.

Shamefully quickly, Scott nodded along and, in addition, blurted out, “So do we, actually.”

He heard a small snigger over his comms unit.

Virgil.

Though the loudspeakers had been shut off, his brother’s radio link was still very much active, meaning Virgil had just heard every single word of Scott’s embarrassing attempted proposition. Oh, he’d never hear the end of it now.

Scott sighed, eyes lowering to the ground double defeat.

Marion patted his arm. She hadn’t heard Virgil’s snort due to it only having been on their private line, which meant that she probably thought that his sigh was down to her decline and—

Before Scott could explain that he wasn’t as downhearted as she might have believed — a lie, but not a total one, so he could live with it — Marion’s hand lifted to brushed a stray strand of hair that had somehow fallen out of place despite all that extra-hold gel he’d swiped through it that afternoon.

“Ask me again another time when I’m a little less busy, and I might say yes.”

He barely had a beat to process that before Marion was walking away. Scott blinked at her back and continued to watch until she rounded the corner of one of Shackleton’s buildings, out of sight but not out of mind. The GDF jet roared once again a few minutes later as it rose into the night sky, setting off for whatever base Marion and Cameron were to be deposited at.

Only once the chilly night breeze snapped him out of his daydream did Scott return to Thunderbird One. Virgil, as he so often did, had waited for him and together they flew the leg back home to base.

[oscpaistry]

can u write shy reader having her first time with virgil? like he’s all soft and always making sure she’s okay and she wants to do it? please 💓💓

Im so happy someone finally requested a Virgil smut/fic!

Your relationship was fresh, not having alot of intimate interactions together. You were sitting on Virgil's lap and kissing him slow, but deep. Moaning into each others mouth's. You grind on Virgil. You wanted to do it. Go full on and have sex with him. That would be the first time. Except from the times he ate you out or fingerd you. But today was the day.

His hands find your hips and gently rock them back and forth. You stop and look into his beautiful eyes.

"Virgil..." You said and sighed. Trying to build up the confidence to say it.

"Whats wrong? Did i do something wrong? Im sorry." He said while you laughed at his reply.

"No you did nothing wrong! I, i want to do ride you. Tonight." You whispered almost to yourself. He didnt answer. You look up and see a smile on his face and his eyes wide open. But still a soft spot in his face.

"Are you sure? Are you ready? Not to boost my ego but im really big. I dont know if you could handle it." He said while he felt himself getting harder thinking about you riding him.

"If we are slow, i can handle it." You said while cupping his face and give him a tender kiss on the lips, his hands tugging on the hem on your shirt.

"May i?" He said while breaking the kiss. You nod and he took off your shirt. You sat shirtless on his lap. You always felt insecure with your other boyfriends, but with Virgil. He made you feel special and loved. He always cared about your feelings and made you feel like a princess.

"Gorgeous girl, what a pretty girl." He praised you and you felt yourself heating up. You smiled and hid your face in your palm if your hands.

"Dont hide your pretty little face, i want to see your flustered face." Virgil said while taking your hands into his hands. You smiled and removed yourself from his lap. You asked him to remove his sweater and pants. He sat there in his boxers. While he looked at you, you began to kiss his chest, then his abs and then just above his waistband. You look up and asked him to remove his boxers. His dick sprung out and slapped against his stomach. He let out a low groan.

You took off your panties, Virgil's stare burning into your body. You went back onto his lap.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you okay with this?" He asked in a worried tone. You really dont deserve such a kind man. You nod at him and grab his shaft and stroke it for a few seconds.

Then you line yourself up with his shaft and slowly go down. His hands finding you hips and grabbing them as if you were going to break in half if he let go. You stoped for a few seconds and let a few breathy moans out. He asked if you were okay and u just nod. You slowly go down, now having him fully buried into you.

He started to rock your hips back and forth. You obeyed and rocked with him. He let go. Groaning and praising you.

"Am i doing this right?" You asked with a insecure tone in your voice.

"Mhm, just like that baby. You're doing amazing." He replied and started to squeeze your thighs. You started to go faster. Your hands on his chest. Then he grabbed one of you tit and started to squeeze it lightly.

"Jezus, alsjeblieft." He moaned. His beautiful dutch sending you to the edge. But still able to go on for a little while. ( Jezus, please.)

You felt his cock twitch inside of you. His eye were locked on your pleasured face.

"Does my good girl like it?" He asked.

"I love it daddy" you moaned out.

That one word was enough for Virgil to buck his hips into you take over. The room filling up with pornographic moans and skin slapping sounds. His feet digging into the mattress and his hands on your ass. He went a little bit more rougher but still gentle. Not wanting to hurt you.

"Call me daddy on more time and ill cum inside of you." He groaned out. Your back arching and your boobs in his face. He started to suck in your nipple. Biting on them gently.

"Daddy, please. Im gonna cum." You moaned out and let go. That was it for Virgil. He let out a loud moan, eyes glued shut, head lulled back and toes curled. You felt his seed deep inside of you. Both of your cum mixing together as Virgil slowed his actions.

He finally stopped and let you rest on his body. He felt your thighs trembling and started to get worried.

"Was that good? Was i too rough? Im sorry." He asked and rubbed your back.

"It was amazing. I loved it. I even loved it more when you started to get rough." You replied with a few shallow breaths. You finally got your strength back and lifted yourself up to see Virgil's face.

You pecked a kiss on his lips.

"Lets get cleaned up, were a mess." He giggled. He picked you up in a bridal position and took you up to the bathroom.

"You can let go, baby. I can stand." You reassured him. He let you go and let his hands go to your hips. Seeing if you really could stand on your own.

He let go and let the bathtub fill up with warm water. He took a face cloth and two towels.

When the bathtub was full he took your hand and both of you went into the bathtub. He sat behind you and took the face cloth. He dipped it into the water and went to your sensitive core. You started to gently clean you. You let out a few gasps but then relaxed against his body. You slowly closed you eyes and fell asleep.

Im gonna leave it there bcs im tired. Its 2:41 am🤭. I got some help of a very special person! Thank you!🫶🏼

[monstrcatz]

another sander sides au: actors!!

roman and remus would be genuine twins irl, but get this they're british. british people who do very good american accents. they're very close despite their characters being distant and hating one another.

roman is more shy irl then his character. but he's very similar in aesthetic tastes. probably cause he's British but he can be pretty proper. he also doesn't know jack shit about American history so sometimes he won't get certain references the cast makes.

remus is more modest, but he fs would make some inappropriate jokes. compilations being made titled "remus being like sanders!Remus for 8 minutes and 17 seconds". still the gremlin out of the two twins.

logan would also be british maybe, and i think he'd be more goofy in real life rather than smart and strict. he's actually very chill compared to others.

patton would be the most sarcastic as well as knowledgeable. people would joke that him and logan switch personalities irl. he's actually a bit more a dad in real life than on screen. think kind of pedro pascal.

thomas is just thomas, he'd be the most like his character out of them all.

janus would be soo sassy and that's why janus in the series would get sassier as times went on rather than dark and edgy, because he would deliver lines in a certain way and the audience would eat it up. he'd be the second nicest person on set. he'd talk about how he actually hates snakes in real life, and gets freaked out by his scaly makeup most the time.

virgil would be the biggest sweetheart. like hed be super sweet. every time his character says something remotely mean he's always apologizing the second the scene cuts. a big contrast to his edgy, emo persona.

Joan and Talyn are the directors / producers!!!

they would be known as one of the most genuine casts, and even once the series eventually ends they would all still be super close and hang out a lot.

🎭

does some of this make sense to their characters? no!! but that's okay because it's an actor au it's supposed to be different irl.

[cherryxcadbury]

Idk if you write for TAA but I thought in which you’re famous maybe like a writer or idk. Not model or singer, something different because people are delighted that he didn’t choose a “fake” girl, because you’re smart and show in his games every time you can.

this is my oldest request, from almost a year ago. apologies anon.

y/n-your name

2nd person pov

Post match meant time to celebrate and relax. Usually anyways.

It was Sunday, the day after the champions league final, where Liverpool had lost to Real Madrid.

Since then, all the WAGs, players, and coaching staff had made it home from Paris.

And currently, a smaller group of you were gathered around the sitting room of the Van Dijk’s home. Virgil and his wife Rike, stood ready to get whatever anyone needed as hosts.

Captain Jordan Henderson & his wife Rebecca were seated, squished on a small seat.

Andy Robertson, your boyfriend’s best friend was on the floor with a beer in hand, with his wife Rachel seated right behind him on a chair.

As for you and Trent, you two were seated on a slightly smaller sofa, squished, but content.

Usually Mo and his wife, who you’d spent lots of time talking to, managed to find time to come to these gatherings but their daughter had fallen ill.

“I just dunno how the fans will receive us.” Jordan confessed, with his head in his hands.

“If I were a fan I’d want to physically assault myself after yesterday.” Andy groaned.

“I fucked up bad.” Trent mumbled into your ear.

You lightly slapped his knee, telling him not to think such thoughts.

“Heads up guys. We win as a team, we lose as a team.” Virgil comforted everyone.

“You lot have got the FA cup parade tomorrow. That’s something to look forward to.” Rachel brought up, trying to add cheer to the conversation.

“Not the same as a champions league trophy.” Trent groaned.

Rebecca stood up, beckoning Rike & Virgil to sit down.

“We need to change the topic guys. If we keep talking about the defeat you guys are going to moping all the way until next season and into the World Cup.” She suggested.

“So change of topic anyone?” Andy asked, taking another swig of his beer.

“How about that Y/N’s latest book has just won a Pulitzer Prize.” Trent offered the newest bit of information.

You whipped your head in his direction. You hadn’t thought that he’d remember or had even noticed with all of the matches and finals going on.

When your eyes met Trent’s, all you could see in his face was pure love and joy.

“I’m so so proud of you.” He said into your ear.

Your heart swelled with happiness. You felt on top of cloud nine despite yesterday’s events in Paris.

“Y/N that’s amazing!” Virgil exclaimed.

“Was it Life as We Know it?” Rachel asked, referring to the novel of yours which had been an international success in the last year.

You nodded, “Yeah that was it.”

“I need to tell the team.” Jordan got out his phone and started texting rapidly.

You blushed, these very public gestures always made you feel shy. Shy but appreciated.

“This calls for a toast. Let me help with the drinks.” Rebecca, Rike, and Virgil made their ways to the kitchen to get some more wine and beer.

“WOOOO Y/N IS THE BEST WRITER EVER!” Andy’s hands shot up in the air and he started dancing around.

You and Trent looked over at each other. You tried to hide your laughter by snuggling into his chest, but it was impossible.

Andy was Andy. The loud, hilarious Scotsman.

*** “A toast. To Y/N. For making our dark days, brighten with some light.” Trent raised his glass, as the others followed.

You did the same, giving everyone a grateful smile, especially Trent.

You looked at everyone around you, they were happy yes. But as you squinted further you could still see the sad looks in their eyes. The stinging pain of the loss didn’t just go away like that.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate it, I really do. But it’s okay to feel bad for yourselves you know. A champions league final is a big thing. You can’t just get over it in less than twenty four hours. Don’t let me be the reason you have to suppress your emotions.” You told them honestly.

“The channels did say that you guys had quite a few things you needed to work on.” Rike responded.

“The different in caliber between us and Madrid was incredibly large.” Jordan agreed.

“Let’s hear them then.” Trent started.

“Y/N. You go first. You always have the best insight and you never share it with anyone except us.” Rachel began, gesturing to her, Rike, and Rebecca.

Trent shared a knowing smile with you. He knew how analytical you were. How easy it was for you to immediately spot the flaw in the lineup and what’s substitutions needed to be made.

“Well,” You sighed.

This wasn’t going to be easy. There was a lot.

“Your defense was lacking for the majority of the match. When they finally stepped up, it was too late. You guys didn’t press enough until the match was basically over. And essentially, you let yourself be outplayed. It didn’t help that Courtois was a wall of steal either.” You explained.

“You have a good back line for the most part. Just need to strengthen the weak areas, like tracking back. And as for up front, you need to work on converting those shots.” You finished.

“This is better insight than what Klopp gave us yesterday.” Jordan murmured.

“I’m texting everything you said to him right now. Thank you so much YN.” Virgil smiled, his thumbs rapidly moving on his smartphone screen.

Trent drew close to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“My beautiful, intelligent girl. I’m so so lucky to have you.” He whispered into your ear.

“Thank you for mentioning the Pulitzer Prize. I thought you’d forgotten to be honest.” You confessed.

He rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re too incredible for me to forget anything about you. You’re on my mind every second of everyday.” Trent smiled at you.

“You guys are gross.” Andy furrowed his eyebrows at you and Trent, a small smile playing on his lips.

this is a bit of a mess. thank you for bearing w me

[lychiism]

so basically….

i’ve had this hc fora while but i imagine virgil being surrounded by. so so much toxic masculinity. (dealing with family feud ay the age of 12?!)

especially by his fucking dad he’s so awful. And he was kinda forced to grow up kinda early imo,, kinda suffocating his self expression, yknow? he was always gender-fluid but his environment kinda suppressed that

anyways i had this idea that virg grows to be kinda ashamed / shy of his identity- & i think it was alisson? who accidentally finds out?? and still accepts him with open arms??

people who are ashamed of their identity and then experiencing such unbridled love and support from their closest person who they value so much ….. sobs

Idk how angsty u like to get but the idea of Virgil being so horrible to himself like truly thinking that the feelings inside him are driving him crazy ,,

ali buys a little genderfluid pin for virg which he keeps on his nightstand to remind him that he’s supported and loved ,, someone recognising ur identity is really a feeling like no other