#hed be a theater kid if he went to school i tell ye

[wilcze-kudly]

Bolin placing his hand over his chest like a scandalised pearl clutching old lady when offended gives me life.

[sporecollection]

all i need is my boys pt.1

summary: just some parental shit with roman and patton as virgils dads

pairings: royality, analogical eventually

word count: 1856

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17852207/chapters/42127025

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Virgil gave a little huff, adjusting on the couch. Patton had just finished gently scolding him over his slipping grades in his classes. It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart, the whole family knew that Virgil was one of the brightest kids in the family, it was just that his motivation was slipping rapidly. “So, bud, are you gonna try just a little harder for us?” Patton asked gently, leaning forward in his chair. He wore a patient smile, hands clasped together in his lap. After a brief pause, his son sighed and shifted again. “... Okay. But just for you guys,” Virgil spoke, voice almost annoyed in that typical way that most middle schoolers spoke. “I can always ask Logan for help or something, too.” He huffed gently, his father pointedly ignoring the flush on his cheeks. “Okay. You can go back upstairs. Your father’ll be back from work soon and we can order a pizza tonight. Sounds good?” “Sounds good.” Virgil repeated softly, standing from the couch and starting back to his room. He paused when he thought his dad wasn’t looking, turning and giving him a quick hug from behind, before hurrying down the hallway and into his room. The Thomas house was surprisingly small, compared to the money the two husbands were pulling in each year. One story, three bedrooms, one bathroom, an office, and a joint kitchen/living room/dining room situation. The office had quickly become Roman’s personal home, with various instruments, recording equipment, art supplies, a good computer, everything he felt he needed in order to work his job at the theatre. He owned the theater, put on productions, and even ran some of his own. This, of course, lead to him having to design sets, and cast people, and make demos of songs if a play or musical had any, and anything else he decided he would be in charge of. Virgil was in the room almost more than his father, tinkering on the piano or strumming a guitar idly, and trying desperately to get his work done on time for school without calling one of his fathers in every ten minutes. Patton was in there the least, usually just to help his husband or son with whatever they were working on. He’d run lines with his husband late into the night, or harmonize softly when he needed help figuring out a part. He’d point out Virgil’s little errors in his math, like forgetting a negative, or gently remind him that he was using the word infinitesimal wrong on that science paper. It just worked that way, and no one had any problems with it. That is, no one had any problems unless both Roman and Virgil needed the office at the same time. It was kind of like a sanctuary for Virgil. Bedrooms were free reign until 8pm. Anyone could barge into anyone’s room until then, no knocking or anything. The office was sacred, though. No one could go in without a knock or some sort of warning. Roman was bad at that rule. He would push the door open after a long day to find his son paused with his fingers lifted just above the keyboard instead of over his math assignment where they were supposed to be. He’d find Virgil nearly sobbing over an assignment, clearly stressed out of his mind, only for his son to immediately cease his tears and get back to work, muttering a quick excuse as to why his face was so blotchy and red. He’d enter to see Virgil quietly working on something or other, and get quickly told to leave, sometimes angrily and sometimes playfully. He would always leave with a quick apology, though, so there weren’t ever any hard feelings. Patton and Virgil took the rules seriously, though. Virgil would knock gently, even if he knew no one was inside, before slipping inside gently and doing whatever he had to do. Patton would call in, and if someone was inside who didn’t immediately need his help, he’d apologize and leave to do something else. It just worked like that. Patton gave a tired breath, glancing around the living room area for a short moment before standing. There was really never any telling when his husband would get home on rehearsal nights. He always just told Virgil soon. Sometimes soon meant within the next thirty minutes. Sometimes soon meant within the rest of the day. Tonight, soon meant right now, because Patton’s thoughts were interrupted by his husband stepping inside, shifting off his coat, and moving to kiss his him. Patton reciprocated the action, kissing his husband gently before pulling back. “How was work?” He asked gently, watching as Roman moved to the couch and sat down, giving a soft noise and rubbing his face, smudging his foundation and revealing a splatter of freckles across his cheeks. Apparently coverage was light today. “It was frustrating, but tolerable. Did you talk with V yet?” “Yeah, we just finished a little bit ago. He said he’d try harder. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that this is his last chance before we start taking things away.” “That’s alright. I know you’re not generally the one to handle punishments.” Roman smiled as his husband took a seat next to him, resting his head on the shorter’s shoulder. “Yeah. I told him we’d order pizza tonight, since I didn’t know when you’d be getting home.” “Patton, dear, how do you always know exactly what I want to eat?” “Because you have the same appetite as our twelve year old son.” Patton teased lovingly, before sitting up. “I’ll call it in really quick.” Roman watched as his husband stood, relaxing into the couch as the soft sound of his voice calling in two large pizzas filled the air. He hadn’t ate yet, and he honestly doubted his son had either, so he was glad his husband knew the both of them so well. He glanced over at the sight of Virgil emerging from his room, and smiled at his son’s grin. “Hey, dad.” He mumbled, and Patton glanced over for a moment before looking away and continuing his soft chatter with the pizza place. Virgil wandered over to the couch, sitting himself down next to the aforementioned dad. “How was work?” Virgil asked quietly, leaning against his father at the gentle tug on his shoulder. He was being half-hugged now, which he enjoyed. “Oh, it was work. You coming to help me with set next week?” “Of course, dad. You know I like helping with that stuff.” “Yeah. You’re a good kid, V.” “That he is.” Patton intervene, dropping onto the couch to wedge his son in between the both of them. “The pizzas should be on their way in a while. In the meantime, would my two favorite freckled boys join me in a screening of Alice in Wonderland?” Virgil, who had flushed gently at the mention of his freckles, grinned a bit, nodding. Roman gave a soft laugh, nodding. “Well, let me change into something comfortable. And take off this makeup.” Roman gestured to himself, a smile on his face. Virgil nodded, shifting away so his dad could stand easily. The taller of the three did so, kissing his son on the forehead, his husband on the lips, and turning to go change. The remaining two on the couch looked at each other for a moment, both grinning. Virgil slipped off the couch easily, grabbing the movie and sliding it into the player, before climbing back onto the couch. Patton patted his cheek, grinning softly at the freckled child. His son gave a soft smile back at him, listening absentmindedly to the soft sound of the movie beginning in the background. It wasn’t long before Roman was returning, clad in a hoodie and shorts, still fashionable when lazy. He sat next to his son and husband, scooping the both of them into his arms. It was about halfway through that pizza delivery man knocked on the door. It was near the end that Virgil fell asleep against his dad, pizzas long forgotten and replaced by the festivities of the night. It was a few hours after the end of the movie that Roman scooped up his son, carrying him to his room even with the little, barely covered giggles that just proved Virgil was awake. Roman gently dropped his son on the bed, laughing and kissing his forehead gently. “Night, dad.” Virgil spoke up softly, smiling up at his dad. Roman smiled warmly, pulling the blankets up over his son and patting his chest gently once they were smoothed out. “Night, bud. See you in the morning.” “More like at twelve.” “Ha. Nice try. See you at ten.” “Fine. Tell dad good night.” Virgil asked gently, Roman nodding. “Love you, V.” “Love you too.” Virgil shifted under the covers gently, rolling onto his side and tugging the blankets up over his shoulders. Roman smiled gently, slipping out of the room, turning off his lights, and shutting the door behind him. He kissed his husband gently, pulling him to bed. The next day Virgil had his first ever panic attack. It wasn't anything serious, the three of them had just gotten very separated at the mall, and panic crept up and grabbed the twelve year old until he was shaking and crying in the back of whatever store he had been abandoned in. They hadn't been apart long, an hour at most, but Virgil had always assumed the worst. When his fathers found him, they immediately went the comfort route, getting their son home where they could care for him properly. It wasn't serious, they would tell him, but it honestly was. “Patton, you know what this means.” Roman spoke softly, as not to wake Virgil. He was asleep in Patton's lap, having fallen asleep after a long cry and the gentle methodical rhythm of Patton combing through his hair. He sighed, continuing the motion even despite Virgil having fallen asleep hours ago. “Yes, I know. I'm going to have to call the Picani’s. Hopefully he can get Virgil in soon.” “Well, we should talk to him about therapy first instead of jumping right into it. There's no saying how well he'd take it.” “Yeah, you're right.” Patton sighed gently, pausing for only a moment, until a soft whine from his son prompted him to continue. “I feel so bad that he had to go through that.” “I know, love, but we can't do anything now. Everything's said and done. We just have to stay to support him.” “Yeah.” Patton shifted just enough to rest his head on Roman's shoulder, receiving a gentle kiss on the forehead. “I'm honestly glad that it happened today of all times. We were both here to help after all.” “Me too.” Roman murmured, glancing at their son with a gentle sigh. “I’ll carry him to his room if you want?” “No, this is fine. I have both my boys here with me.” Patton smiled gently at his husband, before closing his own eyes. “This is all I need.”

[j-mats]

J mat 16

Id want to be the son of the king who fucks up the empire n go down as the idiot with 500 children

4 kids teamworking tothrow a huge s

Comedian or death

Working with a guy whos one broken window from a suicide. Window breaks n reacts instantly n jumps out

Midget episode

Humans in snow is a lqte game strategy

Þegar enemy *runs away in fear* þegar þu ert last hit er literallly amen

Create website to help people who are overweight and respond to shaming in a way that motivates them.

Wich is better advice

Go on a diet and hit the gym. Or keep getting fatter until you die

I forgot i have continue. Being on stage after i tell that joke

Id go out with the best trans girl. Yes i know its not a competition relax. Its just that me and everyone else views at as a competition.

Like robot fights are a real possibility in the future

Robot fights. And the usa robot. And all the americans are just cumming in the audience just fucking *wiggling in seats* just a nationorgasm.

I feel like im so wierd but i dont care atallllhah

Things you never realized. A talking donkey is worth 10 silver if u can prove it

We just come from the people who survived long enough to have a baby.. not that impressive

Will there ever be a time ppl will stop saying life is hard. Bed stat

If it works it works. Thats the code for the malebrain....<->

I was one of the babies who pissed in the doctors face. That must be a shitty job like on paper its ypu get to be there when a new life enters this world. But its probably like "YO bobby its your fucking turn i took the last two" "fuck hes right it is my turn. Then you have to listen to fucking screams and vaginas opening and fucking blood everywhere and now theres fucking crying too and then the baby pisses in your face likee fuuuuuuuuck. But if youre in china u can just throw it if its a girl

"Some women hv never experienced orgasm" thats crazyy i had like 5000 orgasms... by the time i was 14

For the sex that talks less about our problems we have less issues about our problems. Were cool with problems. "Bro im traumatized by my childhood" o shit bro lets go ---

When i saw my stretch marks i was like "o shit i got like scars here how did i get those thats coo" n moved on w my life. Then i found out like ppl are insecure about that

I die i leave i live again

Id vape in his cum infested room and say "ahh look out hos cum is airborne" then hed do it t me then i actually ejaculeted into the air then we stopped being friends after that dno why

Have you guys seen harry potter. Remember when there was just some guy in the chest

Its nice you dont have to think about what ur gona do after death

If youre the only one walking(skating) with a vape you know ypure the idiot of the group.

When u wake up gain a passive boner effect

Skate walking* gaur þegar eg er buin að riða konnuni þunni og er að hlaupa i burtu með nærbuxunar niðri

Aquaman. Aqua. Waterman. Thats who hias name is. Waterman whata bitch

In middleschool i went to some school trip to a theater and the actor didnt have underwear on. And i looked at the teachers face and it confirmed it

Working in gardening for 2years and walkin in the garden and appreciate their work(i know thr guys who did it

"Damn my boys did a good job"

I took an iq test n it said i have 62

Humans have all traits of behavior... aggresive .

Testing nuclear bombs is funny

O shit theres 200people at my age in this house"

Heres porn so ypu can get ha- "im alre

ady hard " o okay whats your secret? "Im always hard" ......... must get wierd at .. family dinner "it does get weird" wt bout aftr se- "still hard"

)next guy comes in "who the fk are you the jerk off bouncer?

)turns out jerk off bouncer is homeless n nt a real job

2 reactions to bees slap runn other.. relax youre not the only one whos about the bees.. over there thinking "yOurr not sssbpusoe to hurt bees ok?"

First time you tried eating while taking a shit. This is wrong

Walle delusional robot making buildings out of trash. Harraser.

You see one shitty person and you assume thats the whole generationþ