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naalbinder · 3 years ago

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phoebe bridgers // elliott smith parallels

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4BEfu6YZ7XbdHFZBXthIpN?si=6bf8fc460eba4d33

E - Riot Coming - “Sat down in jail with this friend of mine/Who'd never close both his eyes/But one was shut all the time/To cover the thing he was scared of”

E - Stupidity Tries “To sail across the sea of trash”

E - Going nowhere - “The old records are sitting on the floor/The ones I can’t put on anymore”

E - Clementine - “Anything to pass the time/And keep that song out of your mind”

P - Smoke Signals - “One of your eyes is always half-shut/Something happened when you were a kid” - “burning trash out on the beach” - “You said that song'll creep you out until you're dead”

E - Miss Misery - (music videos on the same street)

E - Easy way out - “While I watch you making mistakes/I wish you luck I really do” “I heard you found another audience to bore”

E - Looking Over My Shoulder - “Another sick rock ‘n’ roller acting like a dick”

E - Placeholder - “I'm the person you'll never need/The biggest loser on sixteenth street” - “Just like my favourite song/Some pretty words that didn't last that long”

P - Motion Sickness - “I'll be glad that I made it out/And sorry that it all went down like it did” “You said when you met me, you were bored” - “Hey, why do you sing with an English accent?/I guess it's too late to change it now”

E - Some Song - “Help me kill my time cause I'll never be fine”

P - Funeral - “Jesus Christ i'm so blue all the time/And that's just how i feel/Always have and i always will ”

E - Bled White - “Happy and sad come in quick succession/I’m never going to become what you became”

P - Demi Moore - “I got a good feeling/It doesn't happen very often”

E - St Ides Heaven - “With an open container from 7/11”

E - A Fond Farewell - “A fond farewell to a friend”

P - Scott Street - “With an open heart, open container” - “Anyway, don’t be a stranger / don’t be a stranger”

E - Last Call - “And I think I’m all done, you can switch me off safely/While i’m lying here for sleep to overtake me”

E - Roman Candle - “I’m a roman candle/My head is full of flames ”

P - Killer - “But when I’m sick and tired/And when my mind is barely there/When a machine keeps me alive/And I’m losing all my hair/I hope you kiss my rotten head/And pull the plug” - “Tame the fire in you”

E - Georgia Georgia

P - Georgia - “Georgia, Georgia, I love your son”

E - Twilight - “That you are already somebody’s baby”

E - See you later - “Made out of a night train”

E - King’s Crossing - “Instruments shine on a silver tray”

P - Chelsea - “You are somebody’s baby” - “For a chemical imbalance/You sure know how to ride a train” - “With a needle on a tray”

E - Christian Brothers - “No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around/Christian brothers gonna take him down”

P - Would you rather - “Quarantined in a bad dream/He's half the man and you're twice as tall”

E - Son of Sam - “Son of Sam, son of a doctors love a nurses touch/Acting under orders from above”

P - You Missed My Heart - “A feeling of relief came over my soul/I couldn't take it any longer, and I lost control”

E - Bye - (instrumental)

E - New Monkey (Instrumental)

P - DVD Menu - (instrumental)

E - Coming up roses - “And you're coming up roses everywhere you go/Red roses follow”

E - Rose Parade - “Said, Won't you follow me down to the Rose Parade?”

P - Garden Song “They're gluing roses on a flatbed/You should see it, I mean thousands”

E - Condor Ave - “I don’t know what to do with your clothes or your letters”

E - Baby Britain - “Fights problems with bigger problems/Sees the ocean fall and rise/Counts the waves that somehow didn’t hit her/Water pouring from her eyes/Alcoholic and very bitter”

E - Say Yes - “I'm in love with the world/Through the eyes of a girl/Who's still around the morning after”

E - Seen How Things Are Hard - “You just didn't care/You were off getting drunk instead”

E - The Biggest Lie - "Oh, I just told the biggest lie/ I just told the biggest lie/The biggest lie"

P - Kyoto - “And you wrote me a letter/But I don't have to read it” - “I wanted to see the world/Then I flew over the ocean/And I changed my mind” - “I wanted to see the world/Through your eyes until it happened/Then I changed my mind” - “I'm gonna kill you/If you don't beat me to it” - "Guess I lied/I'm a liar/Who lies/'Cause I'm a liar"

E - Memory Lane - “Your little house on memory lane ”

E - Angel in the Snow - “Angel in the snow/all crushed out on the way you are”

E - Last Call - “And I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me”

E - New Monkey - “For the millions of fans ignoring the bands”

E - Waltz #2 - “I'm never gonna know you now/But I'm gonna love you anyhow”

E - Amity - “I'm a neon sign and I stay open all the time”

P - Punisher - “The house where you lived with Snow White” - “But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers” - “What if I told you/I feel like I know you?/But we never met” - “The drugstores are open all night/The only real reason I moved to the east side”

E - Some Song - “Yeah it's halloween tonight and every night”

E - Pitseleh - “I got a joke I've been dying to tell you/A silent kid is looking down the barrel/To make the noise that I kept so quiet”

P - Halloween - “Baby, it's Halloween” - “I hate living by the hospital/The sirens go all night/I used to joke that if they woke you up/Somebody better be dying”

E - Shooting Star - “So bad, so far/You made me sad/Shooting star/You're distant and cold/And a sight to behold/Everybody just sighs”

E - Satellite - “When they call it a lover's moon, the satellite/'Cause it acts just like lovers do, the satellite/A burned-out world you know/Staying up all night/The satellite”

E - Everything Reminds Me of Her - “Why are you staring into outer space, crying?/Just because you came across it and lost it”

P - Chinese Satellite - “Took a tour to see the stars/But they weren't out tonight/So I wished hard on a Chinese satellite” - “Sometimes, when I can't sleep/It's just a matter of time before I'm hearing things” b- “Instead, I look at the sky and I feel nothing/You know I hate to be alone/I want to be wrong”

E - Coast to Coast - “Still you're keeping me around/'Til I finally drag us both down (Gonna drag us both down)”

E - Little one - “The moonlight tonight/Seems to belong to me” - “One more/Little one, I love you”

E - Coming up Roses - “The moon is a sickle cell/It'll kill you in time” “While the moon does its division/You're buried below”

E - Everything Means Nothing to Me - “At attention, looking backward in a pool of water/Wishes with a blue songbird on his shoulder/Who keeps singing over everything”

E - Pretty Mary K (Other Version) - “oh Mary K, I can see your face/down there in the waves, painted and erased/but I know it's just a reflection of the moon”

P - Moon song - (52) “You asked to walk me home/But I had to carry you” - (53) “And if I could give you the moon/I would give you the moon” - (54) “You are sick and you're married/And you might be dying” - (55/56) “And you pushed me in/And now my feet can't touch the bottom of you” “But you're holding me like water in your hands/When you saw the dead little bird”

E - New Disaster - “Everybody is the same in this long no-win game/Where every new blood/Gets time to become resigned” - “Until everyone knows that your smile is just a ghost/The ghost of your smile was seen on a body in the park”

P - Savior Complex - “Baby, you're a vampire/You want blood and I promised” - “All the bad dreams that you hide/Show me yours, I'll show you mine”

E - Oh well, Ok - “If you get a feeling next time you see me/Do me a favor and let me know/Cause it's hard to tell, it's hard to say 'oh well, Ok'”

E - Last Call - “You're a tongueless talker/You don't care what you say”

E - Angel in the Snow - “Only a cold still life/ that fell down here to lay beside you”

P - ICU - (58) “But I feel something when I see you now/I feel something when I see you” - (59) “I hate your mom/I hate it when she opens her mouth/It's amazing to me/How much you can say/When you don't know what you're talking about” - “laying down on the lawn” “if you’re a work of art/I’m standing too close/I can see the brush strokes”

E - Happiness / The Gondola Man - “What I used to be/Will pass away and then you'll see/That all I want now/Is happiness for you and me”

E - Whatever (Folk Song in C) - “Whatever you're doing now would probably suit me fine/If you're all done, like you said you'd be/What are you doing hanging out with me?”

E - Big Ballad of Nothing - “You can do what you want to whenever you want to/You can do what you want to there's no one to stop you”

P - Graceland too - “Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment” - “Whatever she wants (Whatever you want)”

E - Bottle up and Explode “Bottle up and go/I can make it outside”

E - A Distorted Reality is Now a Necessity to be Free - “God knows why my country don't give a fuck” - “Shine on me baby, because it's raining in my heart”

E - Alphabet Town - “Alphabet City is haunted”

P - I Know The End - “There's no place like my room” - “To some America First rap country song” “Driving out into the sun/Let the ultraviolet cover me up”- “I'll find a new place to be from/A haunted house with a picket fence”

#phoebe bridgers #elliott smith #playlist

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ameliidarling · 3 years ago

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take him to the moon for me

Warnings: Heavy Angst, Suicide, Unrequited Love, Definitely NOT a Happy Ending, Amnesia, Major Character Death

Relationships: Intrulogical, Creativitwins

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Chapter 1: Fading Away

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Remus stared at the void in front of him.

He stood at the precipice of a ravine, so deep that you couldn’t see the bottom. He was basically teetering at the edge of the entrance, one gust of wind and he would’ve fallen in.

Remus still remembered the day he and Roman finally succeeded in creating it. They had been trying for days to make a somewhat functional replica of the “Memory Dump” from the Inside Out movie, and after several trial and errors, they had done it. Remus felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him when he remembered the way his brother had hugged him.

Oh, Remus remembered those days.

The days when he and his brother created things together. Beautiful things. Things they could both be proud of. The days when his brother smiled at him. A real smile, not the malicious smirk he flashed Remus whenever he landed a hit in one of their duels.

But those days were over.

And now Remus stood at the crevice of his once most cherished creation. A shiver wracked through his spine as he felt a cold gust of wind come up from the pit. He rubbed his arms in an attempt to warm himself, but then let them drop back to his sides when he realized it was probably unnecessary, considering he’d be a cold,dead corpse soon.

That’s right. Remus was going to die here.

After Virgil left, Janus had always told Remus that they would get him back… but then Janus left too.

Obviously, Remus tried to talk to him, but everytime Remus would show up, Janus was always with someone. Usually Remus wouldn’t care and just drag Janus to a corner, but the others would just yell at Remus to “go away, we’re watching a movie” so Remus would have no choice but to just leave.

He tried to distract himself from his loneliness by scaring the ‘Light Sides’, but they weren’t scared of him anymore. Sure, they were disgusted when he pulled his eyeballs out from his sockets, but now they knew it wasn’t real. They knew that he could go back to normal. And just as he was going to turn his skin inside out so that all his bloody organs would fall in a pile on the kitchen floor, Janus stopped him and told Remus to go to his room, and the others thanked him.

Janus took their side...over Remus.

That’s when Remus knew that Janus wasn’t coming back. They had accepted him now, and Remus was left all alone. First, his own brother. Then, his closest friend. And now, he lost the closest thing to a family he ever had. Remus had nothing to lose.

Nothing except himself.

So Remus threw his head back to stare at the bright blue sky. He closed his eyes, letting the sun shine down on his face, his mustache blowing in the wind.

He spread out his arms, turned away from the ravine, leaned back, and let himself fall.

He kept falling and falling, cold air rushing against his back. And as he fell, he felt tears fall from his eyes and float up, like bubbles, above him. He gently touched the floating tears, and they spread out in the air and cooled the tips of his fingers.

He chuckled and threw his head back again, spreading his arms out once more. He knew he’d been falling for a while. And once he neared the bottom, he would have already faded away. Just like Bing Bong, except this time, no one would remember him. Not Thomas, Sont Roman, or Virgil, or Janus, or Patton, or Logan.

Oh, Logan…

Remus felt a twinge of pain in his chest at the thought of the nerd. Remus and Logan never really talked or hung out much, but the few times that they did, Remus had been so smitten.

Remus wouldn’t say he was ‘in love’ persay. More like, Remus really liked the way Logan talked about how the death of our sun was inevitable and when that happens, our earth would slowly die, along with the human race if we are unable to find a replacement planet. And Remus also really liked the way Logan’s eyes would light up whenever they dissected the mutant frog Remus had created in his sleep. And the way that Logan would always immediately brighten up when Remus mentioned astronomy in any way. And the way Logan would discuss with him the best way to get rid of dead body, and they would talk about their favorite murder mystery book, and the most recent Buzzfeed Unsolved video that Remus had watched, and then Logan would decline his offer to watch an episode because “that show his ridiculous, Remus, there are no such thing as “ghosts”’ and --

Okay, so maybe Remus did like him a little, but it was no big deal. He wasn’t exactly good at romance. That was Roman’s job. And besides, there’s no way Logan would ever like him back. He was Logic for crying out loud. Why would he like the embodiment of chaos and disorder?

Anyway, there was no point now. It was already too late.

It didn’t matter anymore if Logan made Remus feel like he had ten thousand maggots squirming around in his stomach whenever he smiled a little. It didn’t matter if Remus’s heart always felt like it would beat a thousand times faster whenever Logan fiddled with his tie, or adjusted his glasses. It didn’t matter anymore that Logan was the only who listened to Remus anymore, and that made him want to give Logan his beating heart on a platter to dissect and experiment on if he wanted to.

None of it mattered anymore.

Remus knew that he couldn’t tell Logan how he really felt, because the nerd hated feelings and would probably cut Remus off like an abnormal skin growth, and Remus couldn’t bear that. But he still wanted to say goodbye, so he left a note.

It was cliche, and Remus hated cliches. Cliches were Roman’s job.

But Remus felt like Logan deserved that much, before he forgot about the Duke completely.

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Remus could already tell that he was starting to fade away. His hands grew numb and the tips of his fingers were becoming see-through.

The entrance of the pit was so far away that it looked like a small white line in a pitch-black sky. Remus didn’t know how long he’d been falling, but he was starting to get a bit bored. He tried conjuring something, but most of his hands were already gone.

He sighed.

Remus tried to keep himself preoccupied with his thoughts, but considering who he was, that was probably a bad idea.

For a while, his mind was flooded with the usual gruesome thoughts-- giant squids, cryptids, poop, baby birds being eaten, more poop, etcetera etcetera-- but then it turned into memories of his brother and the other ‘Dark Sides’. He thought about the time he taught Virgil how to put on eye shadow. He remembered the times he and Janus would bake in the kitchen, back when things were simpler and Jan would let Remus add some of his own ingredients, so long as they were edible. He remembered when he and his brother would play heroes.

They were both the good guys, and they both believed it.

But that was then. Now, they both knew Remus wasn’t a hero. He was the “evil twin”. He was the monster under your bed that your parents never believed existed. He was not to be praised, or worshipped. He was to be feared. But he couldn’t even do that right. Nowadays, he’s the annoying pop-up ads on porn sites. The spam bots in the comment section that gave your device a virus. Everybody knew he was bad, but he couldn’t do anything to you if you just ignored him. Which they did.

Remus felt more and more of his body fade away. His arms, his feet, legs, half of his lower torso.

He thought about Thomas, and how happier his life is gonna be now that he could finally get a full nights’ rest. Thomas didn’t need Remus. He had Roman. Roman could take him far, help him achieve his dreams and live his life to the fullest.

Yeah…

Roman could make Thomas happy.

That was all Remus needed to feel at peace.

As the last of him faded away, and he neared the bottom, he had one last thought.

A request to the brother he still loved.

‘Take him to the moon for me, brother’

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soysaucevictim · 3 years ago

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“aching, shaking, breaking (like humans do)”

Summary: Remus thinks Hypnos has abandoned him for good (metaphorically speaking), Patton is there to help. (Sanders Sides, Gym Rat AU. One-shot. Ao3 link.)

Genres: Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic

Characters: Patton and Remus centric. Logan, Virgil, and Roman mentioned.

Relationships: Intruality (platonic), Logicality (platonic), Background Intrulogical (platonic/ambiguous), Background Dukexiety (romantic/QPP), Background Moxiety (paternal/platonic)

Warnings: Remus angst, extreme insomnia, (unintentional) self-injury, medications, mental health issues, grim imagery, Remus Has Intrusive Thoughts, Remus Is A Mess, Patton Is A Good Friend, Interfaith Friendships, Implied (Extended) Family Problems

Patton was pedaling on one of the exercise bikes, which was one of his favorite activities to do at the gym. Relatively low impact and he usually took a “something is better than nothing” approach to his routines nowadays. Just appreciating the people watching and socializing with his workout famILY.

That was odd.

Remus hadn’t been to the gym for the whole week. Even when the kiddo overdid it – usually he’s not out of commission this long for it. Unless-

Something hit him in the gut when he realized that. He stopped on his bike and immediately buzzed his number.

Ring.

Nothing.

He could shoot him a text, but it was just not settling right with him. Logan had been doing one of his HIIT circuits on the bike next to him. He took a deep breath, gently tapping Logan’s shoulder. Despite Logan’s concentration, he desisted immediately, turning off his music to respond, “What is it?”

“Have you seen a certain Pottymouth at your work recently?”

Logan paused, with a look of concerned realization, “Come to think of it, no. No, I haven’t. Well, he was getting particularly erratic and called in sick… 3 days ago.”

“I think I should go check in on him. My Other Son’s been swamped with work lately, sooo…”

If Logan was perfectly honest, it was often confusing when Patton referred to half their crew as his son, “Other son? Did you mean Virgil?”

Patton nodded.

“Probably prudent. Unfortunately, no one can stand in for me at the firm tonight. And. You’re better at the… emotions stuff.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence! Hopefully I’m just worried for nothing.”

Patton rose up from his bike and was about to leave with his things. Logan smiled faintly, “Hey, if you would, could you tell me how he’s doing when you find out?”

Patton smiled back, a little forced if he was honest, “I’ll make sure to have him tell you that himself!”

It wasn’t a very far trip across the city to get to Remus’s apartment complex from the gym.

Once Patton parked his car and took another deep breath, he stepped out toward it.

After getting buzzed in and jogging up a couple flights of stairs, thanking his stars for basic training, he was at the door in a jiffy.

Patton wasn’t in the business, but he was reminded of the time Remus was raising heck to get Unit 404 from this building. He remembered seeing Logan trying desperately not to laugh when he heard about it.

He knew to knock to the phrase “Shave and a Haircut”, to alert Remus. He drummed out a few calls, waiting for Remus to make a sound on the other side, hoping he would.

It was a thing in their group, ever since they all watched “Roger Rabbit” together for a movie night, years ago.

Once. Twice. Thrice…

Patton heard the sound of chaotic crashing noises and an off-script, but still in the right cadence, “Fuck OFF!”

“Remus!? Kiddo, it’s me. I wanted to check on you!”

He heard some stumbling noises and a hoarse, “P-padre?”

“Can I come in?”

There was a dramatically loud sigh before the door was unlatched, unlocked, and open.

“Thanks- oh.”

Patton wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but Remus looked even more harried than he usually was. The darkness around his eyes even more pronounced, his face was so drained. His makeup smudged, tear-streaked, and hanging on for dear life. His gaze wild and jumpy. Remus didn’t do much more than stand in the living room, staring at Patton once he entered.

Patton saw that Remus had knocked over one of his glass cabinets. He noticed Remus looked pretty scratched up and was bleeding in places, mostly his hands and knuckles.

Patton furrowed his brow, asking mostly to avoid presumptions, “How are you feeling?”

Remus sounded breathless too, “What does it fucking… look like!?”

Patton paused and looked around some more, there was a lot of trash strewn about the floor. Granted there usually was, Remus would just call it “organized chaos”. But Patton did note that there was an alarming number of energy drink cans piled around a hopelessly full trash bin. Monsters, NOS, Red Bulls, 5 Hours, yerba mate, the works.

Patton slumped a little bit in worry, “Not exactly peachy keen, I take it?”

Patton had a hunch that Remus was screaming not that long ago, based on just how raw his voice sounded, “No SHIT!”

“Um, would you like to sit down for a bit? It might help to talk it out.”

“Can’t.”

“Too restless, huh?”

“Yeah.”

At that point Remus was mindlessly digging his fingernails into his arm. Patton winced a little and decided to ask, “Can I take care of those injuries, at least? I just want to make sure they don’t get-”

Remus glanced at but barely registered the wounds, “Infected?”

“Yeah.”

“F-first aid kit’s in the bathroom. Not like it matters. It would be just my luck to have a brown recluse bite or resistant staph or necrotizing fasciitis. You know where shit rots and liquefies and you get all septic?! Imagine the SMELL.”

Patton slowly worked his way to the bathroom to get the kit, not taking his eyes away from Remus, “Well, if it looks like it’ll be that way, I WILL be taking your butt to the ER.”

Remus didn’t seem to register that, droning on, “Oh. What if I lose a finger? Or several! Or my entire hands! Everybody says I might die of a heart attack before I hit 30? My ticker feels like it’s going to EXPLODE, Teddy Roosevelt. Imagine a live grenade strapped to it – BOOM. Sounds like fun.”

Patton flinched, thinking that was to get a rise out of him, “Kiddo, I think that’s the opposite of fun.”

Remus weakly laughed, pointing at his chest thoughtlessly, “Better than worrying about cancer or some shit!”

Eventually Patton had to break line of sight to grab the kit, but he kept talking, “When… when did you last get some sleep?”

There was a pause that made Patton’s own heart ache a little bit. Remus muttered after some hemming and hawing, “Uh… 3? 4? 4 days ago? I think. I don’t even fucking know.”

Patton took a moment to look over the medicine cabinet while he was there. Just to see if Remus had anything that could help him get much needed snooze time. There was a bottle of trazodone, mostly full, Benedryl, also mostly full… no suspiciously empty bottles of anything around. So that was a hopeful sign.

“Would you mind if I asked you to take something to help you sleep? After I patch you up?”

“You remember that story where a whole batch of Tylenol was tampered with and killed like seven whole people?”

“… I’ll ask again a little later, then.”

Patton returned to the living room, kit in hand, both relieved and disconcerted about Remus just standing in the same spot he was in. His hands were clenching and unclenching, like he was fighting to stay awake even longer. “Okay, it would be easier on both of us if you sat down while I dress those wounds.”

Remus didn’t move, so Patton tried to gently nudge this poor kid toward the sofa anyways. Thankfully, he didn’t resist at all. Patton noticed just how wobbly a gait he had in that short distance. Once seated, Patton also saw that both his knees were scuffed. Patton winced, imagining that he took at least a few falls very recently.

Without prompting, Remus whined, “Everything hurts, Padre.”

“Well, going without sleep as long as you have can give you a bad case of the body aches. Seen some of my old combat buddies deal with that on our worst deployments…”

Patton started to wipe down Remus’s knuckles first with some cotton balls and alcohol. He just wanted to get a better sense of how deep these cuts were. He was relieved that they were surprisingly shallow, “I think these will only need some simple bandages and antibiotic cream… but I’m definitely going to check on you later, to see how your hands are doing.”

Remus nodded, and started to blather a bit again, “I feel like Hypnos himself has forsaken me. A curse! A bane! Pat? Is his brother going to come for me? Am I going to ride down Styx and meet the big H himself?”

“… you’re not going to die, if I can help it. I swear to God Himself.”

“Gross.”

Patton sometimes forgot that their positions of faith were so far removed. But that didn’t dissuade him from caring a lot. He hated seeing his friend suffering so much. He took another breath, and addressed the gouges and cuts in Remus’s arms. They were rough, probably unintentionally from his own hands. He approached those similarly. “You feeling any sleepier, yet?”

“Mmm… no.”

Remus looked like he was about to pass out, Patton was reasonably sure just the fact he was seated and getting some TLC helped push him closer to shutting his eyes. “Well. I’m going to hang around for a few, just to make sure you’re alright, okay? Mind if I turn on the TV?”

Remus started to slur his speech considerably, “Knock yourself out, Holy Ghost.”

Patton thinly smiled about the blasphemous sentiment, but he shook that off, it didn’t matter really. He was just glad to see Remus doze off like he desperately needed it.

Patton decided to tune into Nickelodeon and watch some cartoon reruns, eventually hearing some loud snoring coming from Remus. Patton sighed and smiled at the sight.

“Oh GEEZ, Patton. Were you – were you here all night?”

Patton blinked awake from the shouting and looked outside to see it was bright out, “I-I guess I was?”

Virgil was there to see his boyfriend sleeping like the dead and Patton next to him.

“Logan told me to check on Remus and I just got back here. And-”

“Remus is going to be okay, I think. Do you have any idea what may’ve started this episode?”

Virgil sat down on the recliner nearby and looked tired but contemplative.

“His “family” tried contacting him. All I know was it devolving into a messy fight and it rattled him. He… stubbornly didn’t want to talk about it.”

Patton understood what he meant at this point.

The only blood relative Remus had anything nice to say about was Roman. Someone who should probably know what happened, if he wasn’t already aware.

All to address later, once Remus recovered a little more.

Patton ran his fingers through Remus’s greasy hair. Not the most pleasant, but he hoped it helped to soothe him as he continued to slumber.

Virgil smiled at both of them, his own concern never quite gone, “Thanks for this, Pop Star.”

#spilled musing #sanders sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #(yes - give both the twins a drabble in crisis)#(patton's here mincing his oaths whilst remus is swearing like a sailor... pffft )#(patton used to be a combat medic in this AU - so like. he's seen some shit but is still v caring)#gymrat au

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philomenafm · 4 years ago

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(NATALIA DYER, DEMI GIRL) - Have you seen PHILOMENA CARMICHAEL? PHILLY is in HER/THEIR SOPHOMORE year. The WILDLIFE SCIENCE MAJOR is 20 years old & is a TAURUS. People say SHE/THEY are WHIMSICAL, PATIENT, APATHETIC and UNPREDICTABLE. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CONCEALED MURDEROUS EVIDENCE (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

ive done sm switches bt. she is the one. she is the one i love. trust me. ples. this is an old intro n im frankly. too lazy 2 read it bt. i love her a lot shes very good please like her

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, dancing naked in the woods with nothing but fire to light your way, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers, fungi and feeling one with them, lying down and decomposing, they’ll find us in a week. they’ll find us in a week.

basics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th, 2000

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

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favorite song: wonderfully bizarre, bendigo fletcher / we can be defined by the things we want / i’ll be a life full of free haircuts from the one that i love / we’ll collect fallen out teeth in a candy jar / mice for the backyard peregrine falcon reservation.

background.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long.

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot.

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

three years later and her parents want philly to have a higher education - desperate for it, really - worried for her future. it’s a battle that she loses, getting her ged and applying to a local college in florida in shameful compliance.

they’re there for a year until philly gets (expectantly) expelled from the community college & the two of them are banned from the town they’d residing in up until that point. they don’t talk about it - but boy, was it one hell of a time.

they found refuge in preaker, a town that seemed to suit them well - it suited elektra’s desire to travel up and down the east coast, and it intrigued philomena enough to the point of her being content with staying. soon after, philly officially transferred to yates for her freshmen spring term & theyve been here since.

(whenever anna brings cillian uh. he’s in here too he’s been traveling w them fr like 3ish years. i just cannot rewrite atm KDSGLSDKLGKFGHLKSL bt hes here. n hes sexy. n we love him. bro3tp)

OH. hey yeah the secret. errmm. tht’s on cillian. philly just hid the evidence. no they didnt kill someone yes they did no they did not <3 yes

personality & facts.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon (& so does leo fowler eyes emoji)

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in preaker / yates - would hate to be forced out by mobs with torches and pitchforks

currently living in calloway while elektra stays in their van, florence - sometimes philly stays there during the weekends.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. edit: her first & only kisses hv been w leo fowler. this is important

will consume anything you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her. she knows to respect nature. exudes natural trust energy <3 dont know wht tht means but

the trust expands to animals as well, she has a certain knack for getting them to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay. edit: she hs a tabby cat named pail, now. named in honor of her mother, bucket.

leaves her window in calloway wide open because of this, because her window is conveniently right besides a tree with sturdy branches. good for animal smuggling, sneaking in and out, hiding, etc. etc. world is her oyster.

though her room in calloway is ??? frankly a mess ??? already ??? usually keeps most of her possessions in her memory box but she’s also turned her room into a mini labyrinth of knick-knacks. very cozy, but very nest-like. think of howl’s room from howl’s moving castle.

wanted connections.

how did you get in here ;; someone whose room she perhaps crashed at late at night, mysteriously. she refuses to explain where she’s come from. she’s gone before you wake. they could literally not know her at all she’s just sleeping halfway under their bed like <3 thank you <3

ma’am this is a wendys ;; someone who sees her constantly <3 doing outlandish shit <3 bc lets b real. shes weird. shes a weirdo. why do u think she wears the same hat everyday. (she doesnt wear hats often) anyways. they probably dnt even like her? just think shes very strange?

im literally going to dissect you ;; someone who. wants to figure out philly. pick at her brain. wear her shoes. kind of in the same category of above in this general like. ur fkn weird. bt they wna figure out why <3 they wna play therapist <3 jokes on u she hates therapists

liddle thief in the night ;; someone who has caught her stealing. or dining n dashing. either/or. perhaps both. she steals a lot :/

oh like. friends n stuff ;; of any closeness. ppl she talks 2 conspiracies with, ppl she goes on late night walks with, ppl she explores with, ppl she steals with, ppl she smokes with, etc. etc. ppl who bring her out to parties cos they like her funky little ways when she gets drunk n tries to climb atop everything <3

thts nice. anyways ;; this is fr like. literally anything unrequited. philly doesnt like <3 a lot of ppl <3 In That Way. so its basically just. ur muse thinks shes very neat n she thinks ur muse is very neat bt platonically. she doesnt do hookups or anything n if she does i tend 2 like. run purely based off of chemistry even with. most of her connections in general.

uuhh. anything ;; HLKDGKSDLKGHLKSFDSHGKFD i nvr rly hv a lot of connections up fr philly bc shes like. a very unpredictable muse n i think its usually better to just. throw her in! n see wht happens! we cn still plot obv n come up w some fun things bt fr the most part shes very organic

#yatesintro #cancer tw #trauma tw #death tw #dissociation tw #maggots tw #murder mention

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clumsybookworm18 · 5 years ago

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and my burden to bear is a love (i can’t carry anymore) | pt.6

ao3 | Moodboard | parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Summary: Josh awakens after dawn and makes an upsetting discovery.

A/N: This is me trying to write a simple flashback scene that ended up turning into a whole chapter and a bunch of ANGST™

Enjoy :)

Josh didn’t remember how he got here.

One moment he was in the mines. The next, he was walking through the station’s doors. The precinct was crawling with activity. Phones continuously ringing, rangers coming in and out, even a few EMTs walked in. For the life of him Josh couldn’t remember how he got here. Everything was so fuzzy.

The mines... He’d been in the mines with Mike. They were supposed to regroup with Sam and the others at the lodge. But he doesn’t remember getting out of the mines… He followed Mike. He saw a stranger's body hanging on a hook. He jumped into the freezing water. And then… and then… and then what?

Josh peered down at himself. His- the Psycho’s- overalls had been replaced by black clothes. His hands weren’t dirty anymore. His face no longer hurt. What happened? Did he make it out? Had the others?

He approached the man sitting in the front desk. Josh cleared his throat. “Excuse me.”

The man didn’t look up.

“Uh excuse me,” he repeats a little more louder. The man still didn’t look up.

Okay, rude. “What are you, deaf? Hellooo?”

Still not looking at him.

“Listen pal, I just had one of the worst nights of my life so if you could help me out here, that’ll be fucking swell.”

But the man kept scribbling some forms on the desk and didn’t answer him.

Oh, fuck this.

His eyes flickered towards the open door where an officer just came out of. Since the man in the front desk was still ignoring him, Josh saw no fault in walking in. Nobody stopped him as he made his way through the hallway, nobody acknowledged him.

For a moment, Josh wondered if this was another of his hallucinations, but it didn’t feel like one. Usually his hallucinations involved accusations or pointed fingers at him. Here, there was nobody telling him what a piece of shit he was, instead they were just ignoring him.

“Okay…” he murmured to himself. “This is freaking me the fuck out.”

Even with all the activity, there was a preternatural quiet- like an omen. Josh kept walking, ignoring the trepidation that tugged inside him. The flutter of uneasiness that grew as he slowly treaded farther. He took a turn and-

There she was. Sitting alone in the hallway, was Sam, her fingers clutching the blanket thrown around her shoulders.

“Sam,” he breathes, relieved to see a familiar face.

He doesn’t hesitate to approach her but she doesn’t look up, not even when he’s standing right in front of her. Josh frowns, studying her in the wan light, his eyes going to the blood smeared across her forehead and her cheek. She looked like she’d been to hell and back. “Sam.”

She didn’t answer. He grew more nervous with every passing second of silence. Josh knew he’d fucked up, that he and his friends weren’t on the best terms at the moment but Sam wasn’t one to ignore him for the sake of it. Especially at a time like this. Josh kneeled before her, her unseeing eyes making him uneasy. This wasn’t the same girl he saw in the mines.

Something was wrong.

“Sammy?” He raised a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face only for it to go through her. Josh stumbled back, falling on his ass.

Something was very wrong.

He touched his chest, his face, but they felt solid. He felt a sinking dread as he reached out, as he tried to touch Sam again but his hand went straight through.

What. The. Fuck.

“Samantha Giddings?”

They both looked up to see a cop approaching. Josh didn’t react fast enough, didn’t have time to move away before the man walked right through him. He doesn’t feel it, not physically, but the reality of the situation arrowed into him.

No. No way this was happening. Not to him. This had to be some mistake, he couldn’t… he wasn’t...

Dead.

Josh’s ears were ringing. No one can see him, no one could hear him, no one could touch him. Shit, someone just walked through him like he was nothing...

The cop said something. Josh couldn’t hear him. His eyes went to Sam again. She was being led to a door labeled as Interview Room 1. He called her name in a hoarse whisper.

Look back. Please.

She didn’t.

***

Rain fell without mercy as Josh walked upon rows and rows of gravestones, the sound of water hitting stone growing louder with every step he took. The cemetery was empty, something he didn’t find surprising, considering that not many people liked to spend their time among the resting dead.

After that godawful funeral that put his memory to shame, Josh didn’t know where else to go. Didn’t know what else to do. Since there was no way in hell he was going back to the manor (he had already haunted those halls long enough), he’d ended up making the graveyard his new lair. Josh was still getting used to the idea of being dead when he wasn’t actually gone. Not completely. And he found the grim ambiance of it all a perfect fit for his new predicament.

He finally reached the miniature city of mausoleums, striding his way across the sea of white marble to enter what had been appointed as his permanent residence. It had grown dark inside thanks to the stormy weather, the only light in the room coming from the candles placed on the small altar and the entryway.

The Washington mausoleum was a big, black block of granite with stained glass windows and arched bronze doors, placed on the outskirts of the cemetery with the ominous Washington supported by roman columns. Posh. Lofty. A bit Gothic. Pretty hard to miss.

What can he say, his family had a dramatic flair. Himself included.

For the past few days, he’d been prowling around the grounds, searching for signs of any other ghosts, lost souls, anything at all. Something that indicated that he wasn’t alone on this other side. And the cemetery seemed like the perfect scenario for wandering spirits, with its eerie atmosphere, and the obscure mist surrounding the graves. Makes perfect sense that it would be haunted. Right?

Yeah, no.

So far there have been no sightings of anything. Zero. Zilch. No other ghosts or spirits. No guardian angel to lead him up. No fiendish demons to lure him down. Not even the Grim Reaper himself. Nothing. He was truly alone on this ghostly plane.

So Josh had been biding his time, lingering close to his crypt. Waiting for any signs or answers because something had to give. Fate, God, Death or whatever the fuck is supposed to be in charge couldn’t just leave him here. Stranded.

The echo of footsteps alerted him to a presence. Josh instantly recognized the gait of the person striding his way. The heels of her shoes clicked against the polished granite floor, drowning the sound of the drizzle beating against the windowpanes.

She hadn’t been to the funeral. Everybody else had gone. Chris. Ash. Mike. Even Emily. But not Sam. So nobody could really blame him for being surprised when she showed up to his family’s mausoleum out of the fucking blue. That she even showed up at all.

She looked so tired. Even in the faint light he could see the smudged purple beneath her eyes, that familiar haunted look brought by a night of nightmares. He wanted to believe he was wrong, that this couldn’t be her. But it was. Josh was surprised to see how much she’d changed in such a short time.

Sam stopped in front of the joint grave beside his and murmured something he didn’t quite catch, before hesitantly moving to his own. She ran a tentative hand over his name engraved on the stone. Josh didn’t like it. It felt so… final. Well, as final as it could get, since apparently death wasn’t as permanent as he would’ve liked it to be.

Two tears slid down her face. Swift and cold. She didn’t wipe them away. “You lied to me.”

He went to stand next to her. “As much as I want to apologize, you can’t hear me,” he offers with a sad smile, looking at her face glowing in the dim light of the candles, her skin still glittering with rain. “So I won’t.”

“I am so angry with you. Furious,” she went on, unaware of the ghost at her side, her eyes desolate. “But for the most part I’m just tired. Tired of racking my brain, of trying to understand why, and I just-” The snag on the words was like a blow to his intangible gut. Sam puts her hands on her face, running them up through her wet hair. “Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m doing here. It’s not like you can hear me or anything.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t.” He cups her face between his hands, trying to wipe away the tears. The corners of his mouth turned down when he couldn’t. “Don’t say that. I’m right here.”

He scans her eyes, her face, looking… What was he looking for? Some sign of recognition? And if so, was he able to handle Sam’s reaction? Would she still be saying the things she’s saying now? Would she recoil at the sight of him? Would she be scared? Or would she be angry?

He drops his hands. If Josh were alive, she would hate him. He knows that much.

But her face didn’t change. Her eyes were still liquid, somber, lost. “You know I was thinking about what I last said to you,” she said, her voice quiet and loud at the same time in the silent mausoleum. “‘Josh, do you have the key for the cable car.’ God, I was so stupid…. All I was thinking about was getting us out of that mountain, you know? I didn’t think about saying goodbye- didn’t think I needed to. You were supposed to come back with us.”

He remembers her urgent expression, clear in the darkness of the mines. The light of her headband shining brightly on his filthy face. Her cold, bloodied hands brushing his palm, her touch brief but soft as he handed the key. Her voice, somehow still composed, even after everything she had gone through, as she and Mike planned their escape while he uselessly stood on the sidelines. The quick glance she gave him before she climbed away.

Sam took a shuddering breath, her voice turned unsteady. “I know you were hurting. That you lost your sisters, that your parents became more distant than they usually were, that you pushed everyone away but you had me… You had me. I only hoped that you saw that through this mess.”

Josh doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say. Not like it would matter anyways. So he only stands frozen in place as she walks out of the mausoleum, the rain still beats outside.

Later that night, he finds himself staring up at Sam’s bedroom window like he had done so many times before. Only this time, the lights were off.

***

Josh stays around her after that.

The days came and went, and Sammy seemed unaware of the time passing. She mostly stayed in her room, not getting out of bed, refusing to eat, not answering any of her texts or calls. What little time she managed to sleep, she awoke gasping and shaking. The liveliness that lived inside her now quiet. A static that made him uneasy. Everything about her was now static.

She was a ghost. Just like him.

Josh has stopped trying to make sense of it. He was dead and he couldn’t do anything about it. Instead, he spends his time trying to communicate with Sam, trying to let her know he was still there. But it’s proving to be difficult, especially when she doesn’t care about anything. She couldn’t hear him, no matter how loud he talked. He tweaks and moves some stuff here and there but she doesn’t pay any mind to it. Josh doesn’t bother to try touching her again, not wanting to see his hands go through her again.

It was hard to see her like this. But Sam was strong. She could survive this. She could survive anything.

Josh didn’t leave- he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. When he needed someone, Sam had been there. Month after month, Sam had been there for him. Even when he pushed everyone away, couldn’t bring himself to care about anything, Sam hadn’t given up on him.

And Josh wouldn’t give up on her.

***

She searches for him in the dead of night. Puzzling, since he was the root of many of her nightmares and yet she wakes up coated in cold sweat, her hand palming what used to be his side of the bed, searching for the familiar heat of his body. Hoping that her nightmares were just nightmares, and not the cold, harsh truth. But she could never forget for long. Inevitably, she relieves her grief all over again when she finds nothing but frigid sheets and emptiness.

Sam adds it up to the fact she had gotten used to sleeping next to him, to the codependency they both developed the last year (even though deep down she knows it was more than that- for her at least). A habit, she tells herself. And habits die hard.

But she can’t help but feel that his presence was still there with her, hiding in the shadows.

***

One afternoon Sam picks up her sketchbook. The one he gave her for her 19th birthday- the last one they celebrated together. She stared at it for a long time. Long enough that Josh was convinced she might throw it out in the trash or even burn it. But to his surprise, she flipped it open, flashing through the pages with enough agility that he couldn’t catch a glimpse of her older drawings, as if she herself didn’t want to see them either, until she settled on a blank sheet.

Mindlessly grabbing a pencil, she started sketching, brows furrowed and hand gliding through the page forming unsure lines that turned into rough curves that turned into confident shapes, transforming into something. Josh looked over her shoulder and-

Huh.

She had captured its cloudy predatory gaze, all of the sharp teeth and sharp claws, with its long limbs curved, the Wendigo looked ready to strike out of the page. Of all the things she could’ve drawn, she drew that. Don’t get him wrong, he was all in for the weird and creepy shit, but Sam? Trying to get her to watch a scary movie was a trial in itself.

Sam doesn’t stop to take it in. No, she passed that page and started doing another sketch. Then another. And another. Before they both knew it, it was already dark out and Sam had spent most of her day doing something other than moping.

***

The creepy drawings became a thing. Not that Josh was complaining. Her coping mechanisms were a hell lot better than his, that’s for sure.

In a matter of days, Sam had turned her room into a makeshift art studio. An easel beside the window. Paintbrushes in glass jars. Charcoal stained finger prints. She’d dropped out of all of her classes and had nothing else to do but paint and draw. Channeling all of her pain, sadness, and frustration into her art. Josh lingered by her side as she poured her heart out, filling white sheets with mountains and darkness, with monsters and death. It was terrifying… he loved it.

Sam had always downplayed her artistic skills, something Josh never understood. Sam was an artist, had always been. He’d seen it from something as simple as her nails, over to the rare occasions she’s shown him some of her drawings, either of a landscape she saw during one of her hikes, or a quick sketch of one of his sisters doing a silly pose (Beth) or staring off with a dreamy look on her face (Hannah). Hell, he was pretty sure she was the one that had helped Hannah design her tattoo. When he’d ask, she’d always shrugged it off with an It’s just a hobby.

Josh knew, even if he was stuck on his own personal hell, that Sam was gonna be alright.

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years ago

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Wtiys - I keep on dreaming for me

This is for @quietlypondering 's Write this in your style! It was very fun to think about, thank you bud 💜

Word Count: 999 (this is what you get for putting a limit on me jk I swear it's the quotes' fault, I wrote less)

Characters: Roman, Virgil, other sides only mentioned

Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety

Warnings: Just kissing I think but tell me if I missed anything!

Quotes are form Treasure Planet as well as the title.

A/n: I started off by being proud of it and now I'm kinda insecure but this is my fav Disney movie and I just h a d to. Also I feel like the ending is a bit off but whatevs you know? Enjoy~

✾

« No way, you seriously do that? »

« Well, yeah. It's funny how certain characters fit so nicely. »

Roman and Virgil were sitting on the couch, facing each other with their legs crossed. The night was a quiet one, they just so happened to be up for some casual talking over a movie they both knew to adore to its very smallest snippet of animation, insignificant word of the script or tiniest detail of the story told.

They found Treasure Planet to be a masterpiece ... One they could definitely relate to.

Right then, Virgil had just learnt something new about the fellow Disney lover: he was used to relate the characters to himself and the others, see which ones were most likely to have their own attitudes.

« You know what, I'm intrigued. Make an example. »

Virgil requested, placing his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them. The ghost of a smirk was forming on his lips.

Roman didn't miss the sparkle in his irises, he looked like he was ready to burst out laughing and he had a single thought crossing his mind.

Oh. I do enjoy that.

« Well let's take you, for instance. » his head turned towards the movie, which was picturing a teenage boy making the most of his time flying around a place with his mechanical object which was kind of illegal, but made the boy feel alive.

« You'd be Jim. »

« I'm flattered. » Virgil fake gasped, placing a hand on his chest for emphasis.

« Oh come on, he's a wonderful character! »

Virgil didn't answer right away, instead he stared at him with that enigmatic expression for a little longer than needed. Roman tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

« Did you just admit I'm wonderful- »

« WhatnoI- »

« So you're saying I'm awful. »

Roman took back whatever he was thinking earlier. No, hell no, that was a horrible smirk, he had a horrible expression, horrible eyes that did horrible things to his heart, that horrendous smirk he hated and loved at the same time.

And Virgil knew it and used it against him to drive him mad.

« I'll let it slide. » Virgil made a gesture as if he were brushing off the air around him. « Go on. »

Roman shrugged, shaking off all the unwanted distracting feelings.

« Well. Think of Logan as doctor Doppler. »

« I knew it. »

« Listen. Can you imagine him being like, » at that moment Roman rolled his shoulders and went into character. « I'm an astronomer, not a doctor! I mean, I am a doctor, but I'm not that kind of doctor. I have a doctorate, it's not the same thing. »

Of course his portrayal resulted into a way too over dramatic impression that still managed to be so on point Virgil had to give himself a moment before he stopped snickering.

« Please, carry on. »

« Alright, well, imagine Patton as B.E.N. »

« Oh my god, I'd love that. »

« Wait, wait. Deceit as this quote from Amelia. »

Virgil quirked an eyebrow, but Roman simply gave him a "bear with me" look. « Oh, shut up, Arrow. You know I don't mean a word of it. »

When he succeeded on getting yet another giggle from the other boy, Roman decided his goal was fulfilled.

« Okay, I have one. But it's a quote by Doppler. »

« Lay it on me. »

Virgil stifled a laugh, before he held up his hands « Remus with: Is this yours? » he did the stabbing motion on his side, a well known ticklish spot.

Roman fell back laughing loudly on the couch, taking Virgil with him. In a matter of minutes they were both lying down side by side with Roman clinging onto him for "comfort purposes" because "Oh my God your cheeks are so squishy, Patton was right".

Virgil's attention, focused on the movie, shifted when he felt hot breath on his ear.

Roman was singing, soft and barely audible, to the soundtrack coming from the television. Before he knew it, Virgil was humming to the tune, too.

Then, a sudden thought dawned on him.

« What character would fit you? »

« Have no idea. But there's a quote I do like. »

Virgil waited, but nothing came. He was about to ask, when Roman, who was now very aware of the pace of his heartbeat, talked.

« Could you look at me? »

That was an odd question. He acquiesced anyway, resting his face on his palm.

« Do you have any other request? » Virgil asked with a veil of sarcasm.

« Yes, can I pinch your cheeks. »

« If you crave instant death, sure. »

« Alright okay, I get it. » Roman pulled a half smile, then he looked him in the eyes mustering up all the courage he could possibly need.

« You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of! Well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day. »

Everybody knew Roman was a talented actor. Yet, Virgil marveled at how genuine he sounded.

It was as if he were really directing all those words at ...

He lost his train of thought as he felt Roman's lips press against his in a kiss that ended as quick as it came.

Virgil couldn't stop staring. Did that happen?

« Sorry. »

« Don't be. » was his automatic response, a smile appeared slowly on his lips.

Then Roman raised his hand and finally caressed Virgil's cheek.

#writethisinyourstyle #wtiys #prinxiety #sanders sides roman #ts roman #roman sanders #sanders sides virgil #ts virgil #virgil sanders #virgil #Roman #purp's writings

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absoluteturnip · 5 years ago

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Some Drifted, Missing (and Some Drifted, Found) CH.1

Summary: Soooo basically I got an idea inspired by Shay’s post here. Horror movie AU but slightly to the left? And then it became chapters. “What if the sides were idiot teenagers playing with a Ouija board and then they had to save themselves from supernatural creatures.”

If it interests anyone, Deceit is in here, he’s called Dee, we keep it simple up in this b*tch. And he’s not the villain/monster and is twins with Logan because I wrote it once with a friend and it’s now a personal hc. Rip. I also started this before DWIT came out so I’m gonna... omit Remus.

Pairings: No romantic, just platonic DLAMP

Triggers: non-major character death, murder mention (very brief and non-descriptive!), sympathetic Deceit, swearing, minor crimes (B&E basically), ouija boards, uh... spooks? I’m new to tagging triggers for my writing, so feel free to tell me if i'm missing things!!

Taglist: @sidespromptblog @effortiswhatmatters

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/wee-juh/ noun. a device consisting of a small board, or planchette, on legs that rest on a larger board marked with words, letters of the alphabet, etc., and that by moving over the larger board and touching the words, letters, etc, while the fingers of spiritualists, mediums, or others rest lightly upon it, is employed to answer questions, give messages, etc.

The five teenagers stood at the gate to the oldest house in their combined neighborhoods. An awkward hush settled over their group as they stared at the old, rotting corpse of a building perched in the very center of an overgrown yard.

The tallest, and by far the lankiest and most gothic looking, of the five shrunk back behind two of his friends with a soft whine, “Guys this is an awful idea. People have died in there! And people who’ve gone in to explore or find shit have gone missing!”

One of the boys, an almost equally tall but muscular brunet, laughs loudly as his bright green eyes light up with the idea of an adventure, “Oh, come now Virgil, those are just stories to keep us off the property! Plus, Jason Toddler, there have probably been as many deaths at the local Taco Bell!”

Virgil grimaces and shifts to stand behind a different friend, “Thanks Roman, not helping.”

Roman shrugs a little, apologetic, as one of the brown eyed and strawberry blond twins shoves him, “Hey! Don’t scare Virgil, only I get to do that!”

The other twin, identical except for the thick framed glasses, rolls his eyes, “Very mature, Dee. Now, are we going or not?”

The fifth in the group, a little blonde who sported round glasses and was who Virgil had tried to hide behind, laughs, “Slow down, Logan. Let’s get Virge calmed down first, okay? I want everyone to be on board before we go in!”

Logan adjusted his glasses with a sharp nod, “Right, of course Patton. Virgil, there is truly nothing to fear as the so-called ‘paranormal’ does not exist. That is what we are here to prove tonight, is it not?”

The group watches as Virgil takes a few steadying breaths and stands up straight, “Yeah, it’s fucking bullshit. You’re right, let’s fucking go.”

Patton bounces on his toes, blue eyes sparkling, “Aaah, I’m proud of you kiddo! Let’s go, go, go!”

Dee rolls his eyes with a grin, kicking the front gate open, “A’ight bitches, up you get, Ro and I have a bet to win! Ro, you got the Ouija?”

The brunet grins, passing Dee the case, “Yep! Time to blow some non-believer’s minds.”

Virgil shoulders past Roman and Dee, heading for the porch, “I couldn’t handle your stalling, get up here already before my sanity kicks in.” He turns to face them as they scramble to catch up and sees Logan opening his mouth, “Just because the paranormal isn’t real, doesn’t mean this place is safe, dude. It’s old as dirt.”

Logan sighs, looking around as he joins Virgil on the porch, “I will concede to that point, I suppose.”

“Lo, quit being a posh bitch. There aren’t any of your debate buddies, you’re fine to quit being the Smart Twin™,” Dee snorts, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, did you just say the trademark symbol out loud?” Logan openly stares at his twin, stunned, “Bitch, what the fuck?”

Patton laughs, “Alright, settle down everybody. I’ll be counting for the swear jar, remember that!”

Roman whines, stomping a little on the porch steps, “Paaaat! That’s not fair, what if something spooks us?”

“Easy, don’t swear when you scream,” Virgil snickers, “I know it’s a difficult concept, but I believe in you.”

Patton giggles, “Okay, okay, no fighting. Now... about this door. Is it locked?”

Dee reaches for the knob, twisting it to test, “Yep, locked. I could maybe kick it in; can definitely kick it in with Roman or Lo’s help.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I got it,” Patton shimmies through the group to crouch at eye level with the lock, “Oh! It’s an old tumbler lock, this’ll be easy.”

“Patton, what ar‒” Roman’s voice peters out as they all watch Patton pull out a small soft case of lockpicks and start on unlocking the door.

“This’ll ruin the lock but‒ c’mon baby, c’mon don’t be mean‒ it works in a real pinch. Ah-ha! Here we go,” Patton wiggles in excitement as he stands up, opening the door and turning to face the group.

“Um, guys? Is something wrong?” Patton’s smile falls as he sees his friends’ disbelief and shock.

The twins are the first to shake off their surprise as they both clear their throats with a shake of their heads, completely in-sync, “No, just, uh, new information!”

Patton’s smile came back almost instantly, “Well? What are we waiting for then? Let’s go!”

The four watch as the endlessly sunny blonde spins on his heel and skips into the old house. Him spinning back around and waving for them to follow finally spurs them into action, Roman and Dee scrambling to catch up as Virgil and Logan share a concerned look before following their friends.

Inside, it is silent. Almost to an oppressive degree. Everything is coated in dust and grime but there was still furniture. It looks like nobody had ever moved out. The floorboards still has visible wear patterns from the old owners, but they weren’t completely rotted out like the boys thought they would be. The paint is faded in places from where the light came through the windows but otherwise it was a uniform, dark burgundy color that made the rooms feel smaller than they actually were in the late evening sun. The group walks through the house, chattering softly about little things they see as they walk through the still-furnished living room and dining room, in awe of the old architecture looming above them.

Roman and Dee are determined to find an old room with a nice atmosphere to set up their ouija board for a session, covertly keeping a close eye on each other and the rest of their group. They definitely aren’t afraid of the idea of ghosts, no siree. Just worried about the others wandering off in a weird, old, condemned house.

They wander into a large library, coated in dust but otherwise looking like the residents might walk in at any moment to catch them trespassing. The book titles are hard to read, the dust is so thick, but Logan immediately started wandering the edges of the room to try to see what the shelves held in them. Light streaks in from a cobweb coated window and hit the desk in the middle of the room perfectly, obviously arranged there for that exact reason.

Dee glances over at Roman and holds up the weathered travel-case and rattles it with raised eyebrows before gesturing to the desk in front of him. It's their best bet, in his opinion, short of setting up on the floor. Which, again, in his personal opinion, is nasty and he could see some weird stains on the carpeting that hasn’t been cleaned in who knows how long.

Roman nodded, clapping his hands together, “Alright! Logan, Virgil, time to finalize the bet. If we contact a spirit, you both owe Dee and me ten bucks each. If we don’t, we owe you both ten bucks each. So that’s twenty from each loser and twenty to each winner. Sound good?”

Logan’s eyes narrow as he stalks over to grin at his twin and their friend, “I’m fine with that, if Dee and Virgil are. Vee?”

“Yeah, sounds good. We’ll be winning anyways.”

“Oh you’re on,” Dee grins, leaning over the desk to offer his hand to shake Virgil’s.

Roman does the same with Logan as Patton tilts his head, scrolling through his phone. “So we’re here because of the murders, right? The double homicide that happened to the original owners?”

“Well, yeah?” Roman broke off his staring contest with Logan for a moment, “Why?”

“Well we’ve chosen a fitting room, I can tell you that much!” He grimaced as he stepped around the stains on the carpet before looking at his phone again, “Because these are blood.”

#sanders sides fic #patton sanders #logan sanders #horror #virgil sanders #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #roman sanders #blood #murder mention #death mention #ts virgil #ts roman #ts deceit #swearing #ouija board #ts logan #ts patton

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theepitomeofamess · 6 years ago

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Strictly for Convenience pt. 7

word count: 1883

previous: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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(fluffy update fluffy update fluffy update)

i guess... here ya go!

Patton got up early the next morning to walk into town. He’d always been one to get up earlier than most - of course, he’d only ever really had his insomniac brothers to compare to, but that didn’t change that he was one of the only people he knew that could manage to find joy in mornings. Sunrises colored quietly with baby blue skies and pastel pink clouds sweet enough that he could almost taste sugar, light not hesitating to step in as night ended its shift. Birds greeted the day, their melodic solos melding seamlessly with the steady chant of night’s remaining choir of crickets. The air was cleansed of the previous day’s madness, easier to breathe in a way, and the ground was washed with dew. Most everybody he passed was quiet - whether it was because they disliked mornings or they were enjoying the quiet the way he was, he couldn’t quite tell and he didn’t quite care.

Patton remembered going by the shop the day before on their walk through town - Logan had briefly praised it as one of the best places to get tailor-made suits in the country just before they’d run into Brian. That would probably be the best place to get a suitable cane.

The manager - who was either more of a morning person than Patton or had already had four cups of coffee - almost immediately latched himself onto Patton in an attempt to help him find what he was looking for. Obviously the entrepreneurial type, he didn’t seem to hear anything that Patton said about just wanting something simple. He tried to give him a cherry wood stick with gold filigree throughout, a rosewood one with floral carving all the way down, one with a detailed gold handle shaped into the head of a snake that Patton couldn’t help but think that, if it had more of a smile and its tongue sticking out, it might look like Dexter. For every cane that Patton didn’t immediately shoot down, the guy tried to shove a hat and a pair of shoes into his arms.

The barrage didn’t stop until Patton spotted an option that hadn’t been presented. A sleek black stick that led to a simple ivory knob handle, finishing the line of the cane cleanly. On closer inspection, Patton found bluebells softly carved into the ivory. The sight made Patton smile, knowing that this was the one. It was the cheapest one in the store, somehow, and Patton knew that Logan would appreciate that if not the minimalist clean lines and exquisite carving.

The world was washed in pure daylight by the time Patton was strolling back up the drive to the house.

He was surprised but not disappointed to see Dexter lifting familiar bags onto the roof and back of a familiar black car, Denise and Henry standing by. As Patton approached, he caught Denise’s eye. She met him halfway, explaining to him that they’d been called away by friends and partners of Henry’s for a few months. Patton did his best to hide the relief in his eyes at Henry’s departure and the worry for Denise being alone with him, but he’d always been bad at hiding his feelings. Henry called her back to the car, Patton following close behind.

“It was nice to meet you, sir,” Patton grinned, holding out his hand to shake Henry’s. Henry only stared Patton down, knowing that the smile was passive aggressive.

“I wondered when I met you why your parents were so desperate to give you away,” he bit, his voice every silent killer to ever exist. “Now I don’t.” Patton took a deep breath against his faltering smile, forcing it to stay wide and pleasant and polite. He knew in the back of his head that the words would come back to haunt him - his mind loved to torture him like that - but he couldn’t allow himself to waver.

“Stay safe on your travels. Wouldn’t want the first time we meet to also be the last.” Reaching forward, Patton grabbed the man’s skeletal hand and shook it, gripping tightly enough that if the message hadn’t gotten through to him yet, it would now.

Releasing Henry’s hand, Patton kept his smile on as the two of them got in the car, waving after them down the drive until they were more or less gone.

“You are, quite honestly,” Dexter muttered as Patton finished waving the car away, “more of a man than I could ever be.” Patton chuckled at the comment.

“I doubt that, but okay.” The two of them started back into the house, Patton returning his focus to the long rectangular box tucked under his arm.

“No, seriously,” Dexter insisted, “you’re wonderful. If you weren’t chained to Logan’s side, I might try to have you at mine.” Patton wasn’t sure what to make of that comment, so he chuckled.

“Well, he won’t try to stop you from trying to take me,” he sighed after a moment. “He’s still convinced that I’m going to try and cut and run.”

“And you’re not?” Patton shrugged.

“Let’s just… let’s just say for the moment,” he couldn’t think of how to phrase it right, “I don’t think that we should end a deal that seems to be…” he gestured generally with his hand, “beneficial to both parties. At least, not without good reason, you know? So, for now…” A laugh escaped from low in Dexter’s throat.

“Remind me to teach you how to lie one of these days.” Dexter’s hand brushed the middle of Patton’s back, pushing him closer to the door to the library. “Now go give your boy your present.”

“It’s not a-” Patton cut himself off when he saw that Dexter was already halfway up the stairs, sighing at the echo of his quiet laughter. Stepping into the library, Patton felt himself smile at the way the sunlight flooded into the room, a beam landing perfectly on Logan from the window behind his desk. The light reflected slightly off his glasses, bounced off of his hair to reveal natural hints of red in the dark brown. His lip was even redder - he’d been picking at it again. Patton swallowed against the pounding of his heart in his throat, wondering why it felt so weird to walk all of a sudden, why it felt like his knees couldn’t quite hold him up.

“Oh, good,” Logan said, looking over his shoulder from where he sat at his desk. “You got a letter from Virgil.” Logan held the envelope out to Patton from where he sat. Patton smiled at the envelope as he took it. Hearing from Virgil always seemed to center things.

“It’s probably an invitation to Roman’s birthday party. We always make a big thing of it because - well, because it’s Roman. He might be asking for some extra help with preparations. But first,” Patton stuck the letter in his back pocket, setting the long box on the desk in front of Logan.

“You didn’t,” Logan sighed, side-eyeing Patton with a slight frown.

“Like I said, you got me something that I needed, and I’m returning the favor. Now come on, open it!” Logan sighed, running his hand over the box.

“Tell me you didn’t actually get it from there,” he groaned quietly. “They’re so overpriced and extravagant with things that-” Logan froze once the lid was removed, staring down at the cane. Patton raised his hands, clasping them in front of his chest and bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation. Logan lifted the cane from the box, examining it carefully, stopping for a long moment to run his fingers over the ivory bluebells.

“Well,” Patton asked quietly.

“You really shouldn’t have.” Logan stood, testing the height and durability of the cane. It was perfect in every way.

“You can keep saying that, but it won’t change anything. There’s nothing you cane do about it now.” Patton smiled, tapping the cane lightly with his finger. The way that Logan could only screw his eyes shut and sigh made Patton giggle.

“In all seriousness,” Logan brought himself back after momentarily ascending from reality because of how bad Patton’s wordplay was, “thank you. I really don’t know what to say.”

“There’s nothing to say. My gift to you.” Patton started to turn away, reaching for the letter in his pocket.

“Patton?” Turning back to Logan, Patton noticed that his head was slightly bowed, his fingers at his lip, scraping at the skin again. “Would you mind if… that is, would you be comfortable…” looking up to meet Patton’s eyes, Logan exhaled sharply, before opening his arm, a gesture that Patton recognized from the first time that Virgil had asked for a hug. Smiling softly, he wrapped his arms around Logan’s middle, pressing himself close as Logan’s arm pulled around his shoulders.

He hadn’t expected the embrace to be so warm, for Logan to hold him so tightly. He hadn’t expected for it to be so comfortable - he’d hugged Logan once or twice before, but it was never like this. Logan had never hugged him back, arm braced around his shoulders and cheek pressed into his hair. He hadn’t expected to inhale deeply and find himself intoxicated with the scent of coffee and ink embedded in his jacket, along with something that he didn’t quite recognize as anything but Logan. He hadn’t expected to adore the feeling of Logan turning his head, pressing his face into his hair.

“Thanks,” Logan started to pull away. “I should- woah, are you okay?” Patton blinked up, realizing only then that his cheeks were lined with tear tracks.

“Yeah,” he assured, wiping his face with his palm. “Yeah, I just… I guess I’m used to being around Roman. He’s all hugs all the time, and I guess… I guess I just didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

“Well,” Logan swiped another tear from Patton’s cheek with his thumb, “if you ever want… you know… more, just let me know. That’s what partners are for, right?” Logan’s struggle to string the words together made Patton giggle.

“Yeah.” Logan smiled softly, hand lingering at Patton’s cheek after wiping the tear away.

“I, um,” Logan cleared his throat after a moment too long, “I should get back to work.” Patton nodded quietly.

Before Logan had the chance to get away, Patton relinquished a bit of his control. Reaching up, he cupped Logan’s face in his palm, pressing his lips to his cheek. Grinning at Logan’s stunned blinking, Patton left him to his work.

Patton had no idea where he’d gotten the confidence to do that. He had no idea why he’d done it, he couldn’t reason in his head why or how he’d lost control of the urge. He had no idea why, as he held Virgil’s letter, he could still feel Logan’s cheek in his hand. He couldn’t figure out why he could still feel Logan’s arm around him, embracing him, and his thumb brushing lightly at his cheek to rid it of a tear. He couldn’t understand why every time he blinked, he saw those glittering onyx eyes and that uncertain but beautiful smile.

He wasn’t about to complain, though. He didn’t need to understand the feelings in order to enjoy them.

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yoshimickster · 6 years ago

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Rwby Volume 6 episode 5 “The Coming Storm” Micksterecap: The Not-much-Happening(spoilers)

Hey everybody, hope you had a happy Turkey day! I did, despite the MASSIVE mess I had to clean up, EITHER WEITHER-let’s GET to the Micksterecap!

We start out with Cinder returning to Little Miss Mauve (I know its malachite, but malachites are naturally GREEN dammit) who tells her that Team RWBYJNORQ was headed to Argus, and through the most BASIC of basic ass deductions realizes they were going to Atlas.

With that, Cinder than walks out of their with noooooooooooo catc-

LilMiss: You know you turned out to be quite the interesting customer *DRAMATIC PAUSE OF DRAMATICISM* Cinder.

Oooooooooooooh crap she knows who she is, well that’s okay its not like she told anyone who might want to kill her for leading an attack that got their boss/implied lover kill-

2:42 Oooooooooooooh boy, BUST OUT THAT MAGIC CINDY-its fightnin’ time!

2:49 LilMiss: Maybe put away the GOOD glasses.

Chaps:...wait if we knew the mute ice cream lady was gonna try and kill the skeleton handed burnt face lady in a HUGE scuffle...why’d we leave the good glasses out at all?

LilMiss: THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING-whoever the hell our busboy is they are SO getting a stern talking to!

Neo starts it out with a classic SMASH AND SHATTER-

Neo than hits left, hits right, while Cinder blocks every other hit, making Neo pull the EVER FAMOUS-

BOWL TOSS MANEUVER!

LilMiss: Okay seriously, who left my nice glass bowls out for these bitches to smash? THIS IS A BUSINESS!

Cinder strikes punches, Neo umbrellas away AND THEN CINDER REMEMBERS-

3:38

Cinder: OH YEAH-i have magical superpowers, the FUCK was I doing?!

But all good bar fights come to a close as Lil Miss tells them to take it outside-

3:47

LilMiss: Please take this outside or my...associates will force you to.

Cinder:...w...wait, why should I be threatened by you and your gang of mooks? I have the powers of ancient magic and she’s got some OP unexplained mirror quirk, why the hell should EITHER of us be threatened by you?

LilMiss: Because the plot SAYS SO!

Cinder:...EH-I’m easy! TOSS ME NEO!

3:52 SMASH!

LilMiss: Okay everyone, let’s treat this as a learning experience, when setting up meetings between two people who want to kill each other, do NOT make the meeting in your bar full of breakable glass.

Chaps: Yeah we could’ve set this up WAY better, now we’re gonna have to call the cleaning guy for just ONE stupid meeting, not to mention we’re gonna have to patch that window-UGH-mondays.

Outside Neo pulls a QUICK DODGE-but Cinder’s too smart for that, as she AUTOMATICALLY blasts a fireball at Neo’s umbrella, UNDER WHICH REVEALS-

4:08

GAH ROMAN’S HAT ITS ROMAN’S HAT...wait, where the hell was she keeping that thing? Was she using her illusion powers on JUST her head and her tattered clothes for this whole fight, JUST to remind Cinder that her boss/boyfriend died in that attack? There’s EXTRA, and then there’s Neopolitan folks!

After a brief and pointless sword on umbrella fight-

-heh, love those swords, Cinder ONCE AGAIN remembers-

4:39

Cinder: Oh yeah, I have superpowers...fuck, where IS my head today?

Cinder than calmly tells Neo that they both have a common enemy in Ruby, and decide to start a BLOODPACT to kill her, RIGHT before this scene

Cinder: Okay then, let’s talk.

Cinder:...right.

Jesus Cinder, forgetting you have powers, forgetting your co-worker’s a mute(CANON), where the FUCK is your head today?

A. THEN. CUT. TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

5:11 Brunswick farms, formerly a BUSTLING agricultural scene, now a (possibly literal) ghost town where team RWBYQOM(pronounced Ruby Com for you filthy casuals who didn’t know) is staying for the night!

After Ruby briefly wanders why the a completely intact town wasn’t ravished or incomplete like MOST villages. The team busts inside a locked house where ITS REVEALED-

5:54 NOTHING!

Qrow: Aw dammit, no bad guys? Busted down a door for nothing. Ah well-WHERE’S THE BOOZE?

After Maria rightfully tells them to shut the door they broke, Ruby than looks at-A PHOTO!

6:42 HOO boy, if “A series of Unfortunate Events” has taught me anything, its that the people in a mysterious group photo are either all dead, part of a secret society, or BOTH!

Weiss: *SCREAMS*

7:03 CALLED IT!

After blanketing a LOGICALLY traumatized Weiss-

7:21 How the hell can a screen shot look so cozy and so terrified all at the same time?

-Qrow than comes in telling everybody that EVERYONE in the village is dead, and because of the heavy snow they can’t leave. Yo Qrow, do that have a Semblance equivalent of Meta-cuffs yet, like from the Flash? Because your Misfortune power is getting a LITTLE irksome to our main cast.

Making the best they got, everybody decides that no-one besides Qrow goes out alone while looking for supplies, and BLAKE-

8:22

Blake: Yang and I can go search for other vehicles.

-capitalizes on a chance to get back on Yang’s good side, which LOGICALLY-

-either Yang sees RIGHT through it, or is STILL logically mad at her high school love interest for abandoning her. MAN am I glad I’m not these kids.

Ruby than takes-

-her OBVIOUSLY still traumatized potential girlfriend on a food search. Look at her, she looks like one of those victims on a cop show. THUS LEAVING OSCAR-

9:10 -left alone with a totally not mysterious old lady, whose totally not gonna tell a story that in NO WAY ties into anything in the plot...totally.

Blake and Yang continue their not-date of looking for vehicles in one of the sheds-WHERE THEY FIND-

10:18 A CART-that they can put Yang’s now-useless motorcycle on if and when they find a car with snow tires! Well that’s nice, I’m sure Yang isn’t gonna see anything els-

10:22 GAH-possibly real, possibly just trauma Adam-RUN!

After realizing it was just a PTSD flashback(OR WAS IT) Yang mentions how that attack still effected her, and I’m SURE Blake wouldn’t make her mad by comforting Yang wron-

11:21 Blake: I’ll protect you.

Yang:...what?!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH-bad move on Blake folks, she starts out strong by saying she’ll be by her side but then FUMBLES at the last minute implying that Yang isn’t someone who can take care of herself and needs protection. I don’t know HOW Blake will come out on top this season, but we still got half-way to go.

After that Yangsty scene where they decide to hook the flatbed...TO Bumblebee instead of putting said cycle ON the flatbed with a vehicle behind it-HA THEN CUT TO-

11:50-Ruby and Weiss(who ISN’T wearing a blanket, continuity, WHAT’S that?), who lucky for them find a FULLY stocked liquor cabinet and bar, which I’m sure Ruby has NO problem with at al-

Ruby: On second thought, maybe we should keep this room closed. I’m just...not sure how well my uncle’s taking all of this.

Weiss:...Oh.

God DAMN this is a bad day of discoveries for Weiss, first she sees TWO dead bodies, THAN realizes that Ruby has negative feelings about her uncle’s drinking problem. BUT MORE THAN THAT-the show FINALLY addresses that Qrow’s drinking problem...is a problem, instead of just “TEE HEE-he’s drunk!”

After that, bla bla bla, serious conversation about still going to Atlas given the fact that Salem is an immortal killing machine and their quest may be ultimately fruitless, going into a room with a spooky door that obviously holds Satan-BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT-

13:20 FUCK YEAH-Three Brothers Beans, SHRIMP flavored! Because when you wanna start a barbecue and only got enough cash for either beans OR shrimp, Three Brothers got your back with a great combination. Three Brothers, available at all Just Rites close to abandoned villages.

After Weiss begrudgingly agrees to eat poor people food, CLOSE IT OUT-

*CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK* *SLAM!*

Weiss: Hey Ruby, did you just hear a door slam just now?

Ruby: All I hear is how mother-flippin’ TASTY these shrimp-beans are gonna be!

So yeah while it had a cool opening fight scene, YET another build-up episode to this season’s big bad Grimm, and I guess its fine but I just want more scenes of the team KICKING ASS y’know? Either way, an okay mostly expository ep but I hope next week is better. SEE YA NEXT TIME on Micksterecap! And if you wanna donate to my Paypal or Kofi, just ask me first! I’d put the links up but this recap is two hours late as is.

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 7 years ago

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Like a Phoenix Part Two

A/N: Hello again, everybody! I’m back and with more written! Don’t hate us just yet! It gets worse! ;) (This is mostly filler, apologies, we just needed to finish the exposition to get the story going.)

Warnings: death, death talk, suicide talk, vomiting, food, unreality

Virgil internally sighed when he woke up. That was another terrifyingly real nightmare that had turned out to be nothing more than a dream. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He felt so lethargic...Roman was sitting on the edge of Virgil’s bed, pale and shaking. “Virgil?” he breathed.

“What’s up, Princey? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Virgil yawned.

Roman crushed him in a hug and Virgil let out a small oof. “Don’t you dare do that again!” he ordered.

Virgil pulled out of the hug and frowned. “Do what?”

“You sliced your wrist open right in front of me!” Roman said. “I don’t know what you were trying to achieve, but you certainly succeeded in killing yourself! Your body disintegrated and you reformed in your bed!”

Huh. That’s strange...“I had a dream you killed yourself and you disintegrated, but you wouldn’t believe me. So to prove it to you, I...” the words died in Virgil’s throat.

Roman stared at him in horror. “You mean I really--” he said as Virgil asked, “That wasn’t a dream?!”

Virgil thought to himself. The memories leading up to him being in bed were disturbingly blank, aside from that dream. But in it...

He reached under his pillow and successfully pulled out the notebook he had put there, opening it up and paling at what he saw recorded. The date and time, along with a few words. Roman killed himself, before reappearing in bed with no memory of doing so. He’s convinced it’s a dream, but it was real. I know it was.

“I...I need...” Virgil said faintly. “I think I’m gonna...”

Roman had already picked him up and moved him to the ensuite, where Virgil promptly threw up into the toilet. Virgil’s stomach was still rolling as he gasped for air and Roman watched him carefully. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked.

“I...I don’t know,” Virgil admitted. “I...feel...weird.”

Roman rubbed circles on Virgil’s back. “It’s okay, Virgil. There is good news in all of this.”

Virgil scoffed. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“If one of us dies, we won’t be gone for very long!”

Virgil perked up. Oh. Oh that was true, wasn’t it? He didn’t have to worry about losing the others any more! He offered Roman a small smile. “Thanks, Roman, that made me feel better.”

Roman smiled softly and kissed Virgil’s temple. “It’s not a problem, my love. Shall we get dinner?”

Virgil nodded. “That sounds good. Especially because now I know for a fact my stomach is empty.”

Roman grinned and stood up, helping Virgil to his feet. “You clean up, I’ll start cooking?” he offered, starting to leave the room.

Virgil reached out suddenly and grabbed Roman’s hand. “Hey...promise me you’ll still be here when I’m done? You won’t try to kill yourself again or anything?”

“I promise,” Roman assured. “If I feel that bad I will come straight to you, deal?”

“Deal,” Virgil agreed.

Roman left, and Virgil quickly cleaned both himself and any traces of him getting sick. He didn’t want Logan or Patton to come in here and find vomit, then start worrying about what could be wrong with him.

Virgil’s mind was turning over these recent events, though...he couldn’t die. Not while Thomas was alive at any rate. And that would be cool. That would be useful in the right circumstances. But his mind kept drifting back to Roman. How desperate did you have to be in order to kill yourself to get away from your problems? How hopeless did you have to feel before...before not even your friends or lover were enough to keep you moving? And he had helped Roman feel that way. Even dating he made jibes at Roman to keep everything feeling normal, and though they didn’t have quite as much venom as they used to, was it still too much?

...Now Virgil was depressed.

He would put those thoughts aside for now. After all, Roman was making dinner. He walked out of the bathroom, out of his room, and to the kitchen, where Roman was humming a Disney tune as he greased a pan. It made Virgil smile at the sight. One thing he had failed to notice before, was that Roman had no ligature marks from where he had hung himself. It was like his old body was taken away, replaced with an undamaged model. It was creepy, but effective. No one would think anything was wrong.

“I can hear those gears turning in your head, my love. What’s going on?” Roman asked.

“Nothing,” Virgil said with a shrug. “Nothing of importance at least. What’s for dinner?”

“I was thinking pan-seared chicken. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said with a shrug. “Not sure how the other two love birds will feel being left out, though.”

“Oh, not to worry! I can make enough for them to have a dinner date elsewhere!” Roman assured.

“Just make sure you don’t burn anything,” Virgil snickered. “And be sure to add water when needed.”

“That was one time I forgot the water in the instant mac ‘n cheese! And I didn’t start a fire, did I?!” Roman cried indignantly.

“I guess not,” Virgil conceded. “Still, be careful. We can’t die, doesn’t mean we can’t get hurt.”

“On the subject of that...are we going to tell the others about this?”

“I don’t see why we should,” Virgil said with a shrug. “Not unless they try and hurt themselves. I mean, we’re the two highest risks for doing something stupid. I know you’ve done it, for all we know I’ve done it as well outside when I’m trying to make a point. Doing something like that would just...I don’t know, but it wouldn’t have good consequences, that’s for sure.”

Roman nodded. “We shall keep it to ourselves for now, then. Should we watch a movie after dinner?”

“Only if it’s Pixar,” Virgil said with a smile.

Roman gasped. “Oh, you wound me, my love! Why would you say Pixar and not Disney, when Disney is clearly superior?!”

“Disney is not superior,” Virgil scoffed. “And I just like watching Monster’s Inc., is that a crime?”

“Yes,” Roman said firmly, starting to cook.

Virgil snickered at Roman’s pout and thought to himself that Roman was just adorable. They had some things to worry about, but they always did. Their relationship was far from perfect. They just had...a slightly bigger concern now, that Virgil was going to firmly forget unless they needed to address it some time during this little dinner date.

Eventually Patton and Logan were coaxed out of wherever they were holed up by the smell of food. They took plates and left, leaving Roman and Virgil with the kitchen. As they ate, Roman grabbed Virgil’s hand and very gently brushed his fingers over the other’s knuckles. “I love you very much, Virgil, I hope you’ll remember that,” Roman said.

Virgil gave Roman a hesitant smile. It was things like that which would make Virgil blush, but also worry Roman was about to end it all because the pressure became too much. “I do, Roman. Trust me, I know you love me, and I love you too.”

Roman offered him a grin and they continued with dinner, watching a movie afterwards (they compromised by watching Lilo & Stitch, which neither of them would complain about; it was a good movie), and retiring to their separate beds. Virgil burrowed under his blankets, dimly aware that if this were a videogame, he would have just hit a checkpoint.

In fact, considering the day’s events, he might have just hit one anyway.

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little-ball-of-fear · 7 years ago

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“What happens on backstage, stays on backstage and the rest is silence”

Fandom: Thomas Sanders Sides Human AU: Student!Anxiety, Student!Prince, Student!Morality, Teacher!Logic Pairing: Prinxiety, background Logicality Warnings: student-teacher relationship, mentioning about sex, swearing, “Romeo and Juliet” spoilers Prompt used: 42. "If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.” 26. "Help me I’m stuck.” 3. “I’m going to kill you!” 23. "If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

Tagging @remmythepegasis and @akidathedisneyfan ‘cause I wrote it for them and I love them with my whole sad black emo heart <3

Virgil always thought school extracurricular activities stupid and tiring. Well, he was in school newspaper crew but that was different. He could write alone, in his own room and send the articles by e-mail to the Editor in Chief who he has never seen face to face. That was the perfect deal: extra points for his behaviour note, possibility to express himself by writing and no need to socialize.

Roman was totally different. He loved being surrounded by people, being in the centre of attention and to impress everybody. That’s why he loved theatre so much. He was in school drama club since the first day he discovered that it exist. He often asked Virgil for help with practicing his role and learning the text and Virgil always agreed even if he complained and gave ironic comments about it at first. This time wasn’t any difference.

“Remind me, please, why did I agree for this?” It was evening and the boys were walking along the empty corridors to the assembly hall so Roman could prepare himself for his Romeo role for next day. “Because you owe me a favour. Remember the incident with sock and pencil?” “Yes, I do, I was washing lasagne off my hair for a week!” Virg blushed, turned his face aside and growled “And we promise to never get back to that.” “You asked...”

They came on the backstage where all the decorations and the scenography were. Roman took two costumes in garment bags from the garment rack. He put one of them on his dressing table and handed the second one to Virgil.

“Put it on and get on the balcony.” “You’ve lost your fuckin’ mind.” it sounded more like a statement of fact than a question “I won’t wear dress! It’s you who have to “feel in the role” not me!” “You owe me a favor, don’t linger and put it on.” “I pay my debt with the fact that I sneak in here with you so you can prepare for your role.” “So let the dress be a payment for taking you off the tree when you were hiding from the postman.” “You broke my knife while doing it so it doesn’t count!” “So maybe for getting you out of the nettle after you were running away from the squirrel.” “Okay, I will put on that stupid dress… But I’m not getting on any fuckin’ balcony.” “I were lubricating your nettle burns with aloe!” “… Okay, I’ll get on the balcony.” Virgil unzipped his sweatshirt, noting in the memory to stop getting in trouble. “But just so you know: I hate you.”

After dressing up Virg stood under the fake balcony and swallowed hard. He looked at Roman with panic in his eyes, but boy just showed him two thumbs up with a grin on his face. He put his foot on the first ladder step, then on the second and third…

“You’re doing great, bro! Just go on and don’t look down or something.” “I swear if I fall down and die, I’m going to come back and haunt you and my ghost will trip you up.” “So… Don’t fall, I guess?” “Wow, thanks Captain Obvious, you saved the world again.” Virgil rolled his eyes finally standing on the balcony floor holding tight to the rail. “So what’s now?” „Open the script on page 14. We’ll start with the argue about promising. You’re first with that part about the night on your face.” „Oh gosh…” he cleared his throat and looked up with glossy eyes.

Virgil *with feminized high voice, gesticulating lively* Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment. Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay', And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware, My true-love passion: therefore pardon me; And not impute this yielding to light love Which the dark night hath so discovered. Fuck, I think I don’t get women. I didn’t understood any word from what I’ve just said. Roman *trying not to show that it made him laugh* Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops… Virgil *dramatically waving his hands* O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Roman What shall I swear by? Virgil Do not swear at all. Jesus Christ, girl, what you want?! Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Ow yeah, ‘cause moon changes but people totally don’t! Roman *choking with laughter, trying to ignore Virgil’s comments* If my heart's dear love… Virgil Well, do not swear: Choose for once what the flying fuck do you want, bitch?! although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: You wanted it for Gerard Way’s sake! It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; You know each-other for one evening, how did you expect it to not be “too sudden”?! Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

Roman O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Virgil Yes, you pervert! I’m only 14! Ekhem, I mean: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

Roman Stop it you dirty-minded devil! *blushing while clearing his throat* The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

Virgil I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.

Roman Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

Virgil But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, Despite the fact that sea totally have bounds, lol. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. *waving softly to Roman, taking a few steps back “into the room”* Aaaaaaa! Fuck!

“Virg, what happened?” Roman run fast to the back of balcony to see the reason of his friend’s scream.

Virgil was hanging on the ladder, hooked on the hem of his dress. He was swaying his legs in the air, his face red from anger and shame. Roman got on his knees because of a sudden laugh attack.

“Don’t laugh at me, you idiot! Help me I’m stuck!” “I can see! That’s why I’m laughing!” He stood straight wiping laugh tears from his eyes and cheeks. “And don’t wiggle so much, you’ll tear up the dress.” “Is THAT your biggest problem right now?!” “My? Yes. But THIS will be your problem in a while” he took his phone out of the pocket and started taking some pictures. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! I swear I will kill you just when I get down!” “You’re not encouraging me to help you getting down, you know?” Roman showed him his tongue but put his phone back to the pocket and started stepping up the ladder. “Now don’t move or we both fall down.”

Virgil froze and just hung there pitifully mumbling threats and insults about Roman.

„You know what? I have a great view on your butt from here.” Roman finally got n the top of a ladder and reached out his hand like a photographer checking the perfect frame. “If you start taking photos of my pants I’ll sue you for molesting.” “Too late…” “ROMAN!” “Just joking, calm. Okay, I’ll stand here and you try to turn. Perf, now put your feet on it and try to push away. One more time, I have to catch you. Just give me your hand! Hand not leg, you idiot! Fine, I got you, now hold on me and I’ll try to unhook you. And now jump up. Don’t grumble, just jump!”

After a few minutes they both lie down on the balcony floor breathing heavily.

„I swear on my love to FOB that this is the last time I’m helping you with practicing!” Virgil’s eyes were throwing lightings at the other boy. „I don’t think so.” He waved his phone before Virg’s face showing him a galery full of „poor stuck Juliet” „And now you owe me for ta king you off that ladder.” “I got on that ladder for you!” he jumped at him trying to get the phone back “Gosh, I hate you!” “But my Juliet, your words are hurting my heart!” “My leg will hurt your butt if you don’t delete those fuckin’ photos!” “Okay, okay…” Roman held Virgil’s wrists with one hand and with the other he started deleting photos. “See? They’re gone. But can I leave this one maybe?” „In your dreams! Just so you can blackmail me till the rest of my life to make me dress in drag for you and tell you stupid love promises that I can’t decide if I want or not?” “Ummm... No? I just like your ass.” „Why the Hell are you so focused on my ass?!” Virg’s face turned red. “I’m not but if you want me to, it will be my pleasure.” He was responded with asking look. „Ugh, I’m trying to subtly tell you that I fanc… Wait, did you hear that?”

Roman crawled to the edge of balcony. For a moment he didn’t move and then he called Virgil with a gesture. His eyes were wide and round and his mouth were open but still smiling. Down there on the backstage two characters were kissing in the dusk.

“Is that... Professor Logan?” Virgil was afraid that the crash of his jaw falling on the floor will be heard so, just in case, he covered his mouth with hand. “You better look who’s with him...” “No... No, that can’t be…”

“Patton, please, we can’t meet each-other at school...” Teacher’s voice was muffled with kisses from which he wasn’t defying too well. “But you barely leave this school. And I miss you...” The boy didn’t give up. „I’m begging you…” „Well, usually you prefer me to beg but as you wish…” Logan rolled his eyes and, even if the boys on the balcony weren’t able to see it, he bit his lip. “You’re unbearable...” He kissed him deeply “If we get caught I’m blaming you. I’ll say that you lured me here and tried to seduce me.” “Fair enough, maybe then I’ll be kicked out of school and we’ll be able to date normally.” “You’re unbelievable!” “I’m in love~”

Forbidden lover started making out and Virgil turned his face to Roman who was staring at him with inscrutable expression. He wanted to say something but the other boy shook his head and showed him his phone turning it to the “mute” mode. Virgil nodded and did the same thing. Now they were talking on Watsapp.

Emo: What the fuck is going on here?!?!?! Princey: Dunno but it’s kinda cute tbh Emo: It turns you on? Princey: I said cute not hot you pervert Emo: Whatever Emo: So what we gonna do now? Just sit here and look at them making out? Princey: And what do u want to do? Go down and say hello? Emo: We’re here cuz of your stupid idea so it’s YOU who will get us out of that trouble. Princey: We can always follow their actions Emo: … Emo: wut

Virgil looked at Roman as at an idiot and psycho at once.

Princey: I just told you that I fancy you. Emo: WHEN?!?!?!/11? Princey: Ow yeah. They interrupted me. Princey: So I will say it now. Princey: I fancy you. Princey: For a long time. Princey: Since junior high. Princey: And that’s our last year so I thought I should tell you. Emo: … Princey: Virg? Princey: Say sth Princey: I meant write Princey: ANYTHING Emo: … Princey: Why r u looking at me like that? Princey: I’m sorry Princey: Don’t be mad! Princey: Write sth for fox’s sake! Princey: Virg! Princey: I’m starting to woriqo’q22u72qwlansd234398

Roman’s phone fell on the floor when Virgil fast moved closer to kiss him. He hugged him (as much as it was possible in their position on the balcony floor) and kiss with such passion as if he was trying to compensate him all those years when he was blind. Blind for Roman’s efforts, signals, little gestures, suggestions and feelings. But in that long slow kiss he also wanted to compensate himself every day of hiding his real feelings behind his friend because of fear it will ruin their relation.

They were cuddling and kissing, not caring about the time. Then they started texting again, confessing everything they couldn’t say out loud. They were trying to ignore awkward moans and muffed screams from backstage. But when the lovers finished and started dressing up and boys were totally sure that nobody will ever know they were on the backstage that evening...

“That’s not my shirt.” Patton looked at the fabric in teacher’s hand. “My neither…” Logan looked around and spotted a small pile of clothes in the corner on the floor. “Fuck…” He picked them up, looked at them closer and looked around the backstage again. Boys swallowed hard in panic. “All right, Roman, wherever you are, get out and come here. I don’t want to play hide and seek with you.” “Why do you know it’s mine, sir?” Boy leaned over the rail before Virgil could stop him. “Because you are the only person in this school who could have “My favorite Disney Prince is Me” T-shirt.” Virgil couldn’t help but smirk “And now get down. You and your Juliet.

Feeling awkward as fuck, two couples faced each-other. All abashed and blushed. Virgil even forgot that he was still wearing a dress.

“Okaaay…” the teacher cleared his throat, tips of his fingers together like it was another lesson when he has to explain them something for fifteenth time. “Can we establish that non of us was here tonight? If you promise to keep that what… Happened between me and Patton for yourselves, I promise to not tell the headmaster about you two sneaking onto the backstage without permission and to not start a rumor about that Virgil likes to wear dresses. Does that sound fair for you?”

“Definitely.” Boys nodded and breathe a sigh of relief. “Perfect. Now get out and I don’t want to see you until tomorrow’s test.” “Test? Really? Can we maybe ad to our little deal releasing us of writing the test?” “Roman, are you trying to blackmail me?” “You prefer me to beg?” “OUT!” teacher covered his red face with hand and pointed at the door. The rest, including Patton, burst into laugh. “Don’t be mad…�� Patton kissed his cheek when Virgil and Roman disappeared behind the door. “And you…” Logan turned to him with scowling “You are going to write for tomorrow a thousand time ‘I won’t seduce my math teacher in public, even if I know he likes that and he’s not defying.’ ”

#prinxiety #Prince Sanders #roman sanders #anxiety sanders #virgil sanders #logicality #logan sanders #Logic sanders #patton sanders #Morality sanders #romeo and juliet #fanfic #fanfiction #I suck at writing

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