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theimprobabledreamersworld · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday Patton!

A nice little Moceit one shot I speed wrote for Patton’s birthday! :D

Inspired a little by Law and Order SVU, no warnings just a little hurt/comfort :)

I'm starting from scratch with a writing taglist, if you would like to be added, let me know!

Happy Birthday Patton.

Word count: 1,031

Platonic/Pre-romantic/Romantic Moceit- whatever you would like to see it as :)

Janus sat on the sofa staring at the floor, deep in thought about how much of a rollercoaster life had become recently. He had made himself well and truly known to the others, the drama wasn’t usually his forte, but he wanted to make sure his entrance was spectacular. He had torn everything apart, he had pieced one tiny section back together, it was a tiring existence for him recently. Despite the turmoil he had caused, there was one constant light in his life.

Patton.

As much as it sca- pained him to admit it, Janus and Patton had been growing closer recently, despite Janus’ adamant sarcasm in the latest video calling Patton ‘his bestie’. He actually found himself becoming fond on Patton’s company. He found himself baking cookies with Patton, reading classic novels to him when neither of them could sleep, watching Disney movie after movie with no complaints; just acceptance. Even the quiet moments were acceptable, just sitting in a comfortable silence without the chill in the air coming from the others. Janus noticed that his sarcasm was beginning to rub off on Patton ever so slightly. He smiled fondly as he remembered an exchange from the other day.

“What will you be doing when we’re 85?”

“Squabbling with you.”

“Now wouldn’t that be nice?”

They were both lonely, craving the company of someone who didn’t look at them with indifference or anger, so it was only natural that they would grow closer. That wasn’t such a bad thing after all, at least not in Janus’ mind.

“Hey, you!” Janus jumped when the cheery voice appeared out of nowhere, followed by someone collapsing onto the sofa next to him. It took all of two seconds for him to recognise that cat hoodie he lov- despised so much.

“If you’re trying to give me a heart attack, you’re going the right way about it!” He retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm as Patton giggled, playfully hitting his shoulder.

“Oh c’mon, you know you love me!” Patton teased making Janus roll his eyes. If only he knew…

The comfortable silence filled the space until Janus glanced over and noticed Patton looking at him with nothing but worry in his eyes. Could he really make the choice to step back? Step back from Patton?

“Hey. What’s going on in that mind of yours?” He heard Patton try to mask the concern in his voice as he felt as hand rest on his arm. Janus sighed and rested his gloved hand on top of Patton’s.

“Oh you know, just thinking about how I could ruin the next thing we have to face.” Janus bitterly answered, the realisation hit Patton like a freight train and he forced Janus’ chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Talk to me. Please?” Patton pleaded quietly, the tone of voice that Janus just couldn’t say no to. He sighed and began to open up to the one person he knew wouldn’t judge him… because they needed each other.

How could he broach this in a way that wouldn’t hurt Patton? He had already done that before, and it was something he swore he would never do again. The one time he caused Patton to spiral was the worst experience of his life, and one he was still regretting to this day.

"You know, when we started spending more time together, what five months a-"

"Six, actually." Patton interrupted with a smirk. Janus let out a chuckle as he removed the gloves from his hands. His mask being removed and letting the vulnerability show.

"Always have to have the final say, don’t you?” Patton shrugged and Janus bit the bullet, continuing like he was saying. “Before we met... The world was an old movie, it was all black and white. Then you, you started to meddle your way into my world and the black and white became different shades of grey. Before I knew it... There were blues... and greens and yellows and reds...”

He couldn’t help but smile when he listed the colours, as he watched the concern from Patton’s face melt away into fondness and happiness, especially when blue was mentioned first. Despite his reputation of lying, every word was true. He had been caught in a monochrome world until Patton showed him colours, how the world isn’t set in its ways. He could be happy with Patton, even when the rest of them told him he was just shifty and untrustworthy.

“You... opened my heart, Patton... And I thank you for it..." Janus felt tears sting the corners of his eyes as he saw the concern flood Patton’s face again.

"And?"

"I- I have to step back, before anyone else gets hurt." He heard Patton gasp and turned his face away.

“No. No! Don’t you dare!” Patton’s voice echoed off the walls. Janus raised an eyebrow in confusion, why was it such a big deal?

“You can’t… you can’t step back. I absolutely won’t let you! I need you, Jan. And I have to go LilyPadton mode to make you understand that, then so help me-” Janus smiled fondly at the nickname and gently put a finger in Patton’s lips to stop him from talking, then rubbed his cheek softly with his thumb.

“Alright. I’ll stay, but only for you.”

The comfortable silence fell between them once again and then the clock beeped indicating midnight. Janus suddenly realised what day it was.

“Oh! Before anything else…” He quickly got off the sofa and ran to his room, grabbing a small blue bag with a gold bow around it. Janus came back to see Patton looking confused, so he handed over the bag.

“Wow, you’re early! Thank you, Jan!” Patton gasped excitedly as he took the gift and peeked inside. Janus chuckled as he loaded up ‘Tangled’ on the DVD player, he knew that neither of them would getting sleep anytime soon. He sat down next to Patton again and let him cuddle up while the opening credits rolled.

“I just wanted to be first… Happy Birthday Patton.”

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mysisypheannightmare · 2 years ago

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No Hugs, Please - Chapter 8

Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Ch7

Word Count: 1251

Warnings: Not much, just a misinterpretation of the situation

Notes: This one's a short chapter to kind of set up the next part of the story. As is always the case with 'Angst with a Happy Ending', things have to get worse before they can get better.

Change was inevitable.

But such a quick evolution could never have been expected.

Patton had stopped hugging him. Roman had stopped, too, but Logan had to admit it was such a bizarre shift in behavior for Patton especially.

At first, Logan had thought it'd been an oddly quiet and mostly-peaceful day as he observed the others and attempted to partake in his new journaling activity, only to later realize a full thirty-nine hours had passed without a single hug from Patton. That was bizarre, to say the least, but when he checked on the side, Thomas' morality appeared emotionally stable and sticking to his common routines. Each time he checked, Patton was doing his usual activities–watching cartoons, baking cookies, and making puns–nothing unusual or indicative of being upset.

However, at one point, Patton noticed Logan’s presence in the kitchen, and he watched as Patton exited the room to suddenly pull Roman and Virgil into an extra-tight hug, squeezing the other two with a big smile on his face.

While Logan was grateful to not be involved in that interaction for once, it did make him wonder…

What had he done to cause this?

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Three full days had passed, and no hugs from Patton or Roman.

He should be glad, considering he hadn’t had a single chill run down his spine or experienced any overwhelming nausea from unwelcome contact for days now, but, surprisingly, he found the absence of such disgust and discomfort unfamiliar, likely after so many years of having to get used to it.

He'd studied the other sides for so long to understand their tells and desires, categorized what they enjoyed and disliked, all for the sake of conflict resolution management whenever it would be needed. He thought he knew them quite well at this point, so for them to abruptly change like this? It was perplexing.

Patton gave hugs as if they were currency, and his admiration was both the mint and the distributing bank. Sure, he hardly seemed to spare a thought for Logan's reaction to such a thing, but it was clear Patton wouldn't pass up an opportunity to give anyone and everyone a hug, especially when he was in such a chipper mood.

And if Patton was otherwise acting normally, and engaging with that activity with the others, but was now avoiding that type of contact with Logan then that clearly meant something was wrong. More specifically, it meant Logan had done something wrong.

If hugs indicated Patton's love, then the sudden lack of hugs potentially indicated his ire.

Logan must have truly upset him, because, as he’d come to learn over the years, Patton was always very forgiving. For him to abandon such a principle, he must have believed Logan had crossed a line and that his apology the other day hadn’t been nearly adequate enough to resolve it.

That must have been the missing piece of the situation that he’d struggled to understand. The reason the conversation had felt so off the other day was because Logan merely apologizing was nowhere near equal to the inordinate damage he’d caused.

He hadn’t thought to equate his disruptive behavior with an equivalent apology or any additional steps that may need to be made. He’d been so focused on apologizing so they wouldn’t assume he was shirking his promises of improvement that he hadn’t bothered to consider their emotional turmoil and to utilize a proper apology and reparations instead of just doing what he wanted.

But perhaps it wasn’t too late.

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Back to the figurative drawing board, Logan returned to his room to review what he knew and determine his next step.

He had to admit, he was rather relieved to not have to endure physical contact with the other sides, but he knew it shouldn’t come at the steep cost of the mutual friendship that he’d worked so meticulously to maintain for several years. Besides, he’d already prepared himself to handle physical contact over the years, so it would only be a waste if it no longer occurred, right?

He would continue his current methods and improvements on his behavior to prevent reactions to that contact, just as initially planned, and also fix whatever this new problem was in the meantime.

Now, the quotient of Patton’s forgiveness would require more than an apology to determine its result. There was a missing factor to the equation, so he simply needed to review past debacles and their favorable outcomes in order to determine the best approach.

Though, Logan couldn’t help but wonder if he would truly be forgiven, considering he had known Patton and Roman to be so physically affectionate for their entire existences. For them to both suddenly stop like this, he was sure they must have done so intentionally, implying their dissatisfaction with him and his behavior was steadfast and may be difficult to disrupt.

But that would also mean their claim of forgiveness the other night was a farce. They had…lied. But why?

He supposed there could be many reasons someone may lie in any given conversation, considering how often it can happen for any purpose. Perhaps they didn’t wish to speak their mind in the moment and wanted to settle the issue another time? Or maybe they were under the impression they needed to maintain pleasant conversation due to Logan being the one that breached the topic during their evening activities but they feared his reaction if they were honest?

Was that it? They were moving the conversation along quickly so they could maintain the necessary distance due to his earlier outburst?

Logan could understand the concern on their behalf, but that meant even his assurance that no further misbehavior would occur wasn’t enough to sway their perception.

He really would have to do something more to properly resolve the situation.

Well, outside of their penchant for physical affection, he knew that Roman and Patton certainly enjoyed gifts, and he had already intended to spend more time with Virgil (eventually, that is), so perhaps he could offer them something as a form of appeasement alongside an additional apology to the group. Ah, but his words weren’t enough last time. That plan would be too formal, whereas Roman and Patton preferred dramatic, emotional gestures. He’d simply have to do better!

He would determine appropriate gifts to give to each of them, but perhaps to show his genuine intentions, he could present them to the other sides individually with a rehearsed and more emotionally-worded apology, as well as a more confident acknowledgement of his dedication to behavioral change and betterment.

Surely, that was the answer here. Covering every concern, resolving each aspect of the problem, and showing that he'd already made progress should do the trick this time!

And if that still didn’t work, then supposed he would simply have to move forward with this new setting where the other sides refused to get along with him. He could likely manage with them acting more like colleagues, getting tasks done but not as a family unit, he was sure of that. It wouldn’t be ideal, as his work up to this point will have gone to waste, but he could make the best of it for Thomas’ sake in the end…right?

He tried not to dwell on the thought.

Determining the best options for gifts would be a welcome distraction at the moment, anyway, so he got to work yet again.

No matter what happened in result, he knew he needed to try his best.

Taglist: @angels-are-beautiful @falseh0od @illogicalthinking @malqueeb @honeybee125 @rizzyluke @pricklyfish777 @kingbinoftrashland @captainthomasrobbie

#logan sanders #logan angst #fanfiction #sanders sides #patton sanders #roman sanders #no hugs please #a short chapter but still a long post

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hyperfixated-homo · 2 years ago

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Can I request a moceit dads thing?

-g

Mociet meet-cute

Janus takes the twins on a playdate. Their friend’s parent is much cuter than he thought they would be.

Ao3 link

I have no thoughts they’re just cute. its more mociet than dad content, hope that’s alright :)

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"Slow down, you two! You're going to break something!" Janus called exasperatedly.

Remus and Roman ran faster, almost sprinting away from him and towards the house at the end of the neighborhood.

He silently apologized to all of the wonderful people he was sure they were disturbing in the quiet area. It was only nine in the morning and his boys were shrieking like he'd taken away their toys and left them in a closet to starve.

He hoped Mr Heart had some wine in his house. Janus didn't think he could handle dealing with the disaster twins for another day and a half without some alcohol.

There was a slight chill in the autumn air today. The leaves had begun to change to a spectacular display of reds and yellows. Here and there, some had begun to fall from their branches, only to get crushed beneath shoes and car tires. A cloudless blue sky covered a neighborhood of pretty little houses painted all the colors of the rainbow. The wind carried a mix of the tree's scent and the newly fallen leaves.

Janus smiled at the pleasant weather and grabbed the collar of his thick, warm sweater. He pulled it up and grinned at the sun. It was a good day for the kids to have chosen to have a play date.

He strolled towards the address Virgil's dad had given him over the phone (a light blue one, he noted, fifth down the street).

He could see his little eight year olds standing at the driveway. They were both almost vibrating with excitement, calling him over in voices that were far too loud considering he was less than five meters away.

It only made him grin harder.

He made it to them and the boys practically dragged him to the front door. Remus jumped up on the fence to ring the doorbell ("Once is enough, Squishy!") and before he knew it the door was opening with a quiet creak.

And Janus was promptly met with quite possibly the most stunning man he'd ever seen in his life.

The man stood a good few centimeters taller than him, but didn't tower over him by any means. His clothes are simple, a pair of beige khaki shorts and a light blue golf shirt that almost matched in shade with the walls of his house. Soft, kind eyes sparkled at him from behind thin circle glasses, and he wore a smile that made Janus want to know him.

To put it simply, Janus was very, very gay.

Thank god for his three years of theater in middle school, without it he might have just died on the spot.

"Hi there kiddos! You got here just in time, I just finished some cookies that I was going to give to Virgil." God, he sounded like a sweetheart too, this is so unfair. Who gave him the right to look and sound like that? He sounded like he was glowing. How the hell can a person sound like they're glowing?!

Janus felt himself slip into a smooth, honeyed voice almost automatically. He plastered a smirk that he hoped seemed sly and not completely infatuated onto his face.

"Of course, darling. Give the kids a sugar rush before they go out and play. I'm sure that won't end in disaster."

He winced internally at how condescending that came off, but was pleasantly surprised when Mr Heart just chuckled.

"Virge usually need some sugar before they go out. He doesn't like the outdoors all that much" he explained, voice still bright and shining.

"It's a wonder he gets along so well with mine then." Janus responded dryly, rolling his eyes for extra flair (the boys had to learn their over-the-top dramatics from somewhere).

The man laughed again and stepped back to let them in.

Roman and Remus said hello as quickly as they could before sprinting to the counter, yelling hellos at another kid they could now see sitting there.

"I'm Patton," he beamed, holding his hand out "it's nice to meet you!"

Janus took his hand, and instead of shaking it brought it up to his mouth.

"Janus King" came his reply, praying to a god he didn't even believe in that Patton didn't see past his clever facade.

And it seemed his prayers were answered, as Patton stuttered over his words, face turning a pretty shade of pink. Janus found himself staring at the freckles the color brought out.

"Cookies!" he exclaimed suddenly, "I- uh- I just baked some cookies if you want them? I could make you a drink too if you'd like- I mean most people want a drink with cookies-"

Janus found himself giggling at his new friend's poor attempt to hide his scrambling, but he took pity on him and decided to accept the change in conversation.

"Do you have any tea?" he said warmly.

"Ah- yes!" Patton turned on and started walking towards the counter. He only blushed harder when he realized that Janus wasn't planning on letting go of his hand any time soon. "What kind do you like?"

Conversation flowed enjoyably as they made something to snack on. Patton was easy to talk to, and he was charming and charismatic when he wasn't busy being a flustered mess. His sense of humor was not the kind Janus indulged in usually, but he found himself laughing along to his silly puns and dad jokes more often than not.

He laughed a lot around Patton. And not even necessarily in a flirty way either.

The smell of freshly baked shortbread cookies, sweet with the scent of vanilla and honey, waft through the air. The sound of their boy's joyful laughter filled any quiet that may have been present at the little house.

With sugar on tongue stars in his eyes, Janus decided that the twins were going to be spending a lot more time in this house.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #janus sanders #mociet #fluff #soooo much fluff #shadow writes #never formatting on my phone again for tumblr or ao3 this was an awful experience #0/10 would not recommend #/lh

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imma-potatoo · 4 years ago

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I need more of Janus being genuinely nice but hiding it under the guise of being self preservation.

Logan being stressed out of his mind, pulling all-nighters constantly, he forgets to eat due to the work load and forgetting the time period, his eye bags are darker then Virgil's eye shadow. But he gets a note attached to his door one day telling him to go to the living room, he finds a full batch of crofters jam tarts, a set up a doctor who marathon, and a note of assurance that the others will leave him alone so he can get a break.

Virgil being overly anxious due to the new relationship in Thomas's life, fretting over every tiny thing, and staying up late watching shows that would trigger his anxiety. But Janus leaves a basket of new stress toys,a new pair of headphones, a hand sewn weighted blanket with his aesthetic, and a box of chamomile tea to help calm his nerves. All in one basket, so Virgil wouldn't have to even talk to him.

Roman being in a creative slump after the wedding and barely being able to lift a pencil, let alone getting the energy to write anything. All Roman can do is stare at the ceiling and think about what he did wrong, but then an envelope gets slipped under his door. Inside is 4 tickets each to the musicals Hamilton, Be More Chill, Heathers, Grease, Chicago, and many many more. There's tickets to over 20 shows in one envelope. There's also a small note that simply reads to have fun with no sign of who it's from. Roman takes Patton, Logan, and Virgil to the shows.

Patton completely tearing himself apart with guilt. Blaming himself for every little thing that goes wrong in the the mindscape, only to have recipes slid under his door every night. Some days it's cookies, others its muffins, another is for grilled chicken. While the food is cooking, Patton's favourite movies was already queued up in the living room and his playlist waiting to be played on the radio.

Remus generally feeling bad about himself and feeling as if he isn't worthy of love, only to have an ornate letter slipped under hia door, inviting him on an adventure, where he could terrorize towns, help the evil, and use his new weapons without the other sides yelling at him. Remus also gets a plain maple baseball bat, and a note saying to decorate it how he wants too.

The five of them meeting up one day and discussing whats been happening and the strange acts of kindness that they keep encountering. Piecing together the clues slowly.

Janus feeling sleep deprived and worthless, feeling like everything was his fault and if he only tried a little harder then things would be okay. Him throwing himself into his work, taking on the patreon as a distraction from his swamped work on both the deception and self care fronts, but also taking every ounce of his free time working on things for the others. Janus believing that he's only there to work. Only for a knock to sound on his door. The others standing there with thoughtful handmade gifts made to fit the snake's aesthetic. They drag him out of his room and give him his favourite dinner and put on his favourite movie. Assuring him that the night has just begun and that they can't thank him enough for his work.

I need more of Janus being genuinely nice and the others appreciating that fact.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #tw self deprecation #tw self hatred #tw self blame #Tw poor self care #tw food mention #cw food mention #Ask to tag

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sidespart · 4 years ago

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For the fake fic title, “who tf is Larry?”

Human AU /fake dating AU Intruality or pre relationship Patton/Janus/Remus

okay so Patton Sanders is away at collage and he is a Good Boy (tm). He volunteers Saturday, goes to church on Sunday, arrives 30 min early for his 8 am Monday lecture and brightly asks how everyone’s weekend was. He brings home made cookies to his seminars and lets everyone copy his notes and is always polite and kind to everyone he meets.

Unfortunately, a lot of this gets him labelled as weird, childish, naïve etc etc

Which he can cope with when it’s strangers, but he can’t help but get annoyed when it comes from his family.

He’s got three big brothers. Roman and Logan are both massive overachievers, Roman is super social and has had an endless parade of boyfriends, Logan claims he isn’t social but runs like 5 different clubs at his college and has an endless parade of minions. Both of them have a bad habit of talking over Patton and not truly listening to his contributions. Virgil’s a bit more chill but he’s completely overprotective and treats Patton like he’s a kid who can’t survive on his own. (Early episode vibes).

So there's some family obligation (mom wants them to...take grandma to the... old folks .. .church picnic? IDK something) and everyone just straight up assumes Patton will go because 'its not like he's doing anything else' and its just one step too far and Patton just blurts out "UM actually I'm busy that day. With Larry."

Which...who tf is Larry?

After that Patton maybe gets a bit addicted to the Larry excuse. Can't bring cookies because his boyfriend Larry licked all of them. Can't help you move this weekend, going to SeaWorld with Larry. Oh wait SeaWorld's unethical? Yeah he knows, it's a protest. Larry's going to dress as an ochrea and scream at people. Cant lend you the money - Larry needs it for bail.

(This might not have escalated so much if Patton wasn't TERRIBLE at lying, juts blurting out the first nonsensical thing he thinks of, but also has such a reputation of goody-two-shoes-ness that no one suspects him of lying. But everyone is very concerned about his association with Larry.)

The only person who knows Larry is fake is Patton's roommate Janus, who was there when Patton was on the video call and originally came up with Larry. He thinks the entire thing is hilarious and does absolutely NOTHINHG to reign Patton in, frequently helping him maintain the ruse/ escalating it further ("Patton would DIE if he knew i was telling you this, but the real reason he can't come to your birthday is Larry's old prison injury is acting up again..."). This whole thing has brought them closer than any of Patton's prior attempts at bonding with his roommate so he's a bit pleased.

Things go wrong when his brothers insist he bring Larry home for thanksgiving break. He's already told them that Larry got disowned by his family (seemed easier than making up a whole supporting cast) and is unemployed so he can't think of a great excuse (and his brothers are VERY insistent) so he ends up agreeing.

Patton and Janus get drunk in their room to toast the end of the Larry ruse. Janus insists Patton should just get a friend to pretend to be Larry to keep the game going but Patton says his only real friend is Jan and his family already know what he looks like (he has a pretty distinctive face tattoo) so that cant happen. Jan say's in that case lets just hire someone on Craig'sList to be your badass brother bothering boyfriend and Patton laughs and then has no memory of the rest of that evening.

So Patton drive's home. Hungover and resigned to having to come clean about lying for months and months. And when he walks in the door his mom hugs him and says “oh! Larry got here just before you! You never told me he had a moustache!”

So then a guy Patton has never seen before in his life is planting a big ol sloppy kiss on his cheek and yelling 'Heya honey bunch!!" and his brothers are in the background looking like they're about to have a collective breakdown and um.

He really just needs to get 5 minuets away from his family and 'Larry' so he can call Janus and ask what the fuck have you done, but with Larry clinging to him like an octopus and his brothers refusing to let them out of their sight that's almost impossible

bonus points!

Remus considers himself a method actor and refuses to respond to anything but Larry/ stop pretending to be Pat's boyfriend even when they're alone

Pattons mom is, inexplicably, completely charmed by Remus/Larry and wont stop telling him how much more confident and happy Patton has been since the two of them got together

his brothers are all horrified by Remus/Larry

Patton does eventually get in contact with Jan who is like...okay yes maybe i wrote the criaglist add after you passed out but in my defence i was extremely drunk at the time

Patton tells his mom that Janus wasn't invited home for thanksgiving (which tbf, is true, because his family's in freakin' europe) so of course she insists that he drive over an join them

this does not calm anything down, as he pisses off Virgil within the first 20 seconds of arriving, but he does distract everyone to give Patton more chances to sneak away with Remus

eventually Patton has a bit of a break down/ rant to Remus about the whole situation and Remus finally drops character to comfort him and is like "I don't get why you need to lie about yourself anyway?? Like I've spent this whole weekend learning about you and you're awesome the way you are??"

Patton: HEART EYES EMOJI

Anyway so eventually OBVIOUSLY they fall for each other and fake boyfriend becomes real boyfriend

Remus and/or Jan deliver some sort of smack down speech to the bros about how they need to have more faith in Pat/not treat him like a child etc etc

Patton learns to stand up for himself and also realises he's so lucky to have so many people who love /care about him even if they are all completely ridiculous

at some point, Remus initiates a food fight

#sanders sides fic #patton sanders #remus sanders #intruality #janus sanders #fake fic meme #sidespart writes

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starshard17 · 3 years ago

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For @haysgrove

It is once again Virgil loving hours! I used to get tummy aches from anxiety all the time, so this is like a major comfort for me. HERE WE GO!!!

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Virgil was sat on the couch, drool dripping down his chin as he stared blankly at the screen. Today had been surprisingly calm. Perhaps a little too calm? Oh God it's too quiet. Nothing's happening which definitely means something is going to happen soon. Virgil felt his shoulders tense and his hands instinctively moved to hold his stomach. He curled up on himself, trying as hard as he could to appear unnoticeable.

It didn't work. The other sides were gathered around him in an instant. They asked if he was okay and if they needed to get to work on making things as comfortable for him as they could.

As soon as Virgil moved his head to signal that he did in fact need comforting, the others immediately got to it.

Virgil felt the pit in his stomach growing and the pain got worse. He groaned and grumbled and hugged himself tighter. He felt many pairs of arms slither around him. All of which happened to be Janus'. One pair wrapped around his stomach, another held his shoulders, and the last pair played with his hair.

He watched as Remus sat in front of him on the couch, moving Janus' arms out of the way and lightly papping Virgil’s tummy.

"Stop it you dumbass." Virgil grumbled, swatting at Remus' hands and groaning at the amount of effort he had put into simply moving, his hands quickly flying back to his stomach.

Roman and Logan soon entered the room again. Roman gently placed a mug in Virgil's hands as they carefully moved up from his stomach. Logan walked around to the other side of the couch and rested the hot water bottle on Virgil's stomach. Remus and Janus' hands moved to keep the water bottle in place.

Virgil let himself relax against Janus' chest. However, he wasn't quite relaxed yet. In fact he was insanely tense. His jaw was clenched and there were small tears in the corners of each of his eyes. The pain in his stomach, while a bit lighter, still hurt like hell.

His fear of something going bad after such a good day ate him alive and the pain in his stomach terrorized him. Virgil cursed and gripped the mug Roman had given him a bit tighter.

"Take a drink Scare Amore. It won't do much if you don't drink it." Roman spoke softly, sitting next to Logan on the ground. Virgil gulped down the dry feeling in his throat and wiped the drool from his face before taking a drink of the tea.

It was still really warm. It was smooth and I don't know... Leafy? Is that how you'd describe tea? Oh well. It definitely helped. It was a comforting warmth. A sense of familiarity rang through the taste.

"Is there anything else you need Emo?" Remus asked, lightly papping the bottle and giggling as he heard the water inside sloshing around.

"I don't know... a blanket maybe?" Virgil muttered, clenching his jaw again as a jab of pain pierced his stomach.

"Well you can go get it yourself." Remus said, jokingly of course.

"Remus. That's so mean!" Patton cried from the doorway to the kitchen, crossing his arms.

"Chill chill, I was just playing. Roman go get him a blanket." Remus said, waving his brother off dismissively as he grumbled but rose from the floor, going upstairs to grab a blanket.

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Patton sat on the couch next to Janus and Virgil. He had set the plate of cookies on the coffee table and grabbed one for Virgil anytime he asked.

The anxious side, who was feeling a whole lot better thanks to his friends, was cuddled up in a blanket, nestled comfortably in Janus' arms. Logan had recently refilled the water bottle so it was nice and warm and Roman had made him another small cup of tea. Remus made crude yet funny jokes, in Virgil’s opinion, and the little bouts of laughter he had helped take his mind off of the excruciating pain in his tummy, even if only for a little bit.

Virgil wiped a bit of drool off of his chin and rubbed it off on his pants. He glanced up at the plate of cookies. He then looked over at Patton, mumbling a little and moving his hand the slightest bit, to ensure he could stay comfortable but still manage to catch Patton's attention.

"Pat..." Virgil mumbled, lightly tapping his knee. Patton turned his attention to Virgil.

"Hm?"

Virgil turned his eyes to the plate, his tea sat right beside it. Patton's gaze followed Virgil's and his eyes lit up. He leaned forward and grabbed a cookie off the plate, handing it to Virgil and patting his hair when he took it.

"Thanks..." Virgil muttered, taking small nibbles of the cookie. Janus watched, a smile plastered on his face.

"Is the little spiderling feeling better now? Tummy's all better?" Janus asked, curling one of the tufts of his hair around his finger. Virgil simply nodded a little. Janus rested a hand on the water bottle, pressing it just a little firmer against Virgil's stomach. Virgil continued nibbling at the cookie, cuddling closer to the deceitful side. There was an odd feeling of warmth coming from Janus, and it gave him a sense of relief, easing his stomach pains.

His eyes darted around the room, looking at each and every one of the sides. He smiled thinking of how each side had helped him. Helped him exclusively because they were worried about his well being.

He smiled because he knew they cared. He fell asleep against Janus' chest, the pain in his stomach completely at ease.

And he was smiling because he knew they truly loved him.

#moonblade writing #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #comfort fic babey

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writingsoftheghost · 4 years ago

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Sleepy

cw:sleep deprivation, stress

Based on this prompt by @sleepyvirgilprompts

Patton felt guilty, they were all stressed with everything going on, but he didn’t think about how Virgil was probably taking it. Like he knew he was stressed, but he never thought it could be this bad. Roman and Logan were feeling similarly, both regretting the amount of pressure they’d no doubt been putting the anxious trait under.

They all logically knew he would take the brunt of Thomas’s stress, but they had a tendency to forget sometimes. Usually it was fine, they’d finish a project and Virgil would take a couple days to himself in his room, however, most of these projects were worked on gradually over a few months before the deadline got to be serious and the intensely stressful period started.

However this project had gone differently...

This time, Thomas had procrastinated a little, and so they were cramming months of work into one week. It was rather hectic and Virgil was working overtime. Everyone assumed he’d be fine once they finished.

On the day of their deadline, he was currently reminding everyone that they only had a few hours left for the fourth time when Roman turned around to face him.

“Shut up already! We know! If you could cool it with the doomsday clock that would be fuckin’ great!”

Virgil flinches slightly before recovering and switching his demeanor, “Well, I’m sorry,” he growls, “but this has to get done.”

“You could help a little,” Roman spits back.

“I’m providing the adrenaline,” Virgil grumbles before stalking off to where Logan and Thomas are editing the video.

It goes on like this up until the last hour, Virgil running around and Roman shouting at him to chill. Patton briefly attempts to calm the two, but Virgil makes it clear that he doesn’t have time to waste on things like tea or cookies.

The work is done and they all breathe out a sigh of relief when Thomas starts the upload process.

“We did it, kiddos!” Patton smiles at all of them.

Virgil wipes at his eyes tiredly, “Yay...”

He looks at his hands covered in black eyeshadow. He laughs a little, the laughter quickly turns into sharp, hiccuping sobs.

“Oh, kiddo,” Patton approaches him slowly with open arms.

Virgil takes a step forward into the parental side’s arms, he gives one last shaky sob before collapsing into Patton’s embrace.

“Woah,” Patton scrambles to catch Virgil before he falls to the floor, he pulls the other side back up against his chest protectively. “Virgil?” he asks softly.

A soft snore is the only response he gets.

Patton makes a sympathetic noise, “Oh, Virge.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Roman demands, his eyes wide and glued to the sleeping trait. Thomas and Logan are also having a hard time keeping the concern from their faces.

Patton shushes the creative side, “He’s exhausted,” he whispers, rubbing a hand up the hoodie clad side’s back.

Logan sighs, but nods. Thomas says he’s feeling tired too and heads to bed for a nap.

They all sink out together, Patton scooping Virgil into a secure hold before reentering the mindscape.

Patton lays down on the couch with a soft sigh, Virgil whines softly as he’s readjusted to a more comfortable position. The fatherly side lays the sleeping trait’s head onto his chest, placing a protective hand onto Virgil’s back and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

The anxious side’s hands come up from their place at his sides to fist themselves in Patton’s shirt.

Patton chuckles, “Sweet dreams, kiddo.”

Eventually Patton has to get up, he slips out from beneath the other side without disturbing him, so he goes off to use the restroom and take a shower.

Virgil wakes up alone on the couch, he doesn’t remember how he got there. He sits up and stretches, he checks the time, it’s mid evening.

Roman enters the living room then, Virgil jumps slightly. The prince looks shocked to see him.

“I thought you’d sleep longer.”

Virgil shrugs, “Why?”

Roman rolls his eyes, “Because you collapsed, you dork, Lo said we shouldn’t expect you awake until tomorrow morning at the earliest.”

“Collapsed?” Virgil asks dumbly.

“Yes, collapsed.” Roman repeats, “You scared Patton half to death, Logan thought you fainted.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Roman sighs, he sits down on the couch next to the emo, “How do you feel?”

Virgil shrugs, “Fine, where’s Pat?”

Roman points to the hall, “Shower. When was the last time you slept?”

Virgil looks at him for a minute, “I just woke up?”

The prince groans, “Before that, Virge.”

Virgil blinks slowly, he was still so tired, “I don’t know...”

Roman nods, “That’s about as good as we expected, I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday.”

“Yesterdaaaa—oh no! The project! Did you guys—”

“God, calm down, Hot Topic. It was finished before you even fell asleep. Don’t you remember?”

Virgil blinks at him slowly, he takes a moment before shaking his head.

Roman sighs for like the fifth time and Virgil’s starting to get rather annoyed by it, if he’s so frustrated why doesnt he just leave?

“Roman, I told you not to wake him up,” Logan grumbles angrily from the staircase.

“I didn’t, he was already awake!” Roman cries indignantly.

Logan glares at him for another second before turning back to Virgil, “How are you feeling?”

“Why does everyone keep asking that? I’m fine! I took a nap! I’m sorry for freaking everyone out, okay?!”

“Virgil,” and Logan sits down between him and Roman on the couch, “We aren’t upset with you, we’re worried. You don’t need to feel guilty about that, but we need to know what caused you to collapse like that.”

Virgil turns away feeling embarrassed, “I didn’t mean to...”

“We know,” Logan reaches out a hand and gives the other side’s a comforting squeeze. “How long have you been going without sleep.”

Virgil shrugs, “Most of the week,” he mumbles.

Logan nods, “We need to have a talk about how you deal with stress.”

Patton comes back from the bathroom, he also looks shocked to see that Virgil is awake.

“Hey, kiddo. How ya feelin’?”

Virgil shakes his head, “I’m tired.”

Logan nods, “That’s to be expected, before we let you go back to sleep, however, i advise you to eat something small.”

Virgil nods, he was rather hungry.

“I’ll make you a sandwich,Vee.” Patton turns to Logan, “Sit with him, please?”

Logan nods.

“I don’t need to be babysat,” Virgil protests weakly.

Logan nods, “I know, but Patton and I think you may benefit from the presence of others. Studies have shown that physical contact,” he gestures at his hand that’s still wrapped around Virgil’s, “Helps alleviate stress.”

Virgil nods, “Okay. Makes sense I guess.”

They sit in silence until Virgil finishes eating, Patton wordlessly offers himself as a pillow again and Virgil is back to sleep in seconds. Roman smiles when Virgil puts his feet in his lap, he assumes that means he’s been forgiven.

Logan smiles as he begins preparing a presentation on healthy sleep habits and coping with stress to show Virgil in the morning.

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seething-fire · 3 years ago

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Capable

Platonic Prinxiety angst (romantic if you squint)

Warnings: Wounds, swearing, mention of killing

Word count: 1.3k

Roman’s chest felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t stop, but he couldn’t. He had to find Virgil. Who knows how long he had been running through the imagination, but it felt like forever. Currently, he was searching for his friend in a forest, and he wasn’t having much luck.

A scream pierced through his ears.

Every single part of his body was wailing for him to collapse, but he persevered. The scream turned into a yell, and it seemed to be getting closer. He pushed through some prickly bushes, and there he was. The anxious side, laying on his back, with his left arm draped over his eyes. It was a beautiful sight, really. The bushes seemed to form a perfect circle around him, and the light was shining through the leaves of the trees to showcase his body. It felt like the woods had been trying to help someone find him.

“Scare-Amore, thank Hera! Are you hurt?”

Upon seeing his rescuer, he tilted his torso so that he could see the giant gash that ran from the bottom of his left rib to his hip bone.

“Oh fuck! What happened to you?”

He remained silent.

“Okay, well, we need to get you home- now!”

He snapped his fingers, and a helicopter appeared. He helped the injured side into it, and flew them home.

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Roman practically kicked down the door to Thomas’ apartment, and carried Virgil into the bathroom. He propped him up against the door, and called out for Logan.

The smart side appeared, and immediately questioned why he had been summoned outside the bathroom.

“He’s hurt, and I don’t know how to stitch him up. Will you help me?” Roman was desperate, and seeing Virgil hurt and in pain made Logan’s heart break. Assessing the situation his idiot friends had gotten themselves into, he said, “First we’re going to need to remove your hoodie, Virgil, so I can see what I’m working with.”

Virgil tried to sit up a little bit, but he couldn’t. He gave the only side he depended on a scared look. “There’s no way you’re getting this thing off of me, I need it.”

Taking his hand, Logan assured him. “There’s no need to worry. After it’s washed, we’ll get it right back to you, I promise.” Virgil nodded.

“Roman, I need you to help him get the jacket off while I look for the first aid kit.”

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When Logan applied the alcohol pad to begin the disinfecting, Virgil hissed. “I’m sorry. I know that hurts, but this is crucial to your wound healing, it won’t take much longer.” Roman instinctively reached his hand out so the scared side could take it, and he did. His fingers felt like they were going to be crushed by the strong grip they were in, but he stuck it out, because he knew his support was needed.

After the wound had been stitched up, and Logan was walking him through the aftercare process, Roman thought that it was an appropriate time to make a snack for Virgil. He could’ve been out in the imagination all day, he had to be starving by now.

When he returned with a few cookies that Patton had made earlier that morning, Logan was gone. Roman put the plate down and watched him devour every delicious bite. “Where’d he go, Jack Smellington?” After he had finished chewing, he spoke. “He went to put my hoodie in the wash.” Roman nodded. “So what the hell happened to you? You could have been killed!” Virgil flinched. “Okay, first of all, chill the fuck out, Romano. I’m fine. A knight found me, and tried to take me back to the castle.” He mumbled the last part. “A knight? I’ve never seen a knight around here.” He flung the bangs out of his eyes to reveal a small cut just above his eyebrow. “Well maybe it wasn’t a knight, maybe I just imagined the whole thing.” Getting the first aid supplies back out, he sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry, go on with your story.”

“I found my way into the forest, and got a bit lost. I heard a noise, and hid. When I poked my head out of my hiding spot, I saw a knight on a horse. I thought he might be able to help me find my way, so I went up to him. Apparently, he’s never seen anyone in eyeliner before, because he immediately thought I was a threat. He thought that I was the killer of King Creativity,”

He flinched as the rubbing alcohol went into his cut. “That hurts! Can’t you be a little more gentle?” Gentleness was not Roman’s strong suit, and everyone knew that. “Sorry, Virge, I’ll try to be more careful. Keep going with the story.” Virgil sighed. “Where was I? Oh- right. But the killer sure as hell was not me. When I managed to get away from him, I found the area you discovered me in, and thought it was a good place to lay low.” After he finished fixing up the cut, Roman sat back. “Wait- who is King Creativity?” Virgil swore under his breath.

He looked around outside the bathroom from his spot on the floor before he closed the door. He started whispering. “Okay, I don’t know if I’m supposed to be telling you this, but before you and Remus were, uh, split, there was King Creativity. He was in charge of all the creative decisions, the positive and the forbidden. I’m not exactly sure why he was killed, but he was, and you and Remus came about after his death. I think you and your brother were inside him, or something like that, I don’t know.” He looked up to see Roman’s eyes wide and filled with questions. “Who killed him?” he asked softly. “That’s the thing, no one knows. When I was really young, I met King Creativity once, and then Remus came to live with us. Jan always told us that– I should probably stop there, Princey. I don’t want to upset you after everything you’ve done for me today.” Shaking his head enthusiastically, he urged his friend to continue with the tale. He had never heard of King Creativity before, he wanted to know everything that Virgil knew. “Fine. Jan always told us that Patton was the one who killed him.” He looked down in shame.

If Virgil wouldn’t have looked away, he would’ve seen that Roman looked gut wrenchingly betrayed. He’s been lured into Janus’ deceitful dissimulation, Roman thought. Patton would never do such a thing. He’s the moral side, not the side that commits felonies.

“You don’t believe that, do you?” Virgil kept his head down. “Virgil?” Nothing. “Oh my god- You think Patton killed King Creativity?” He finally lifted his head. “I don’t know what I believe. I grew up thinking that that was the truth, and then I came to the light sides and got to know all of you, and you accepted me into your family- but I was one of them first, Ro. I grew up differently than you did. I love Patton, I do. But I wasn’t there, I don’t know what happened.” Roman felt like he couldn’t breathe. “You don’t honestly think that Patton’s capable of that, do you? He’s so loving and thoughtful! He would never do that.” The former dark side put a hand on his friend’s knee. “I think Patton shows us the side of himself that he wants us to see. He very well could have the potential to kill.” Roman’s breathing was getting heavier. “But he’s not a murderer, Virgil! How can you still think that Deceit was telling the truth? He’s a liar, how many times do I have to say it? How can you trust him?”

He stood up and left, closing the door with a loud thud.

A shiver went down his spine as he heard a familiar voice. “Kiddo? Is everything okay?”

#prinxiety #ansgt #ts roman #ts virgil #prinxiety angst #sanders sides angst #foreshadowing for unsympathetic!patton #sanders sides #Thomas sanders #roman and virgil angst #roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders angst #virgil sanders angst

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caprine-hyacinth · 3 years ago

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Lots of good intruality fics

Before reading any of these, please check the trigger warnings just in case they aren't safe for you to read ❤

Last updated: August 3rd, 2021

-new additions in bold!

Feel free to suggest some fics, just dm me the link! A lot of these may be oneshots so I apologize in advance! The number of chapters will be under the fic descriptions though. If you believe one fic belongs in a different category let me know! I'll gladly change it :)

Canon fics

This is a section dedicated to fics taking place in the canonical Sanders Sides universe and in which Remus is written as he behaves in canon, so no aus or ooc Remus!

"Please stay"

Patton falls for the person that used to scare him the most.

1/1

The Things We Say at Four AM

Patton and Remus are just chilling at four am because neither of them can sleep and one of them let's something slip.

1/1

Take My Heart Clean Apart

Thomas is pining over someone. He’s heartsick—and Patton’s running a little (okay, a lot) worse for wear over it. Like heck he’ll ever let someone know about it though.

(Someone finds out anyway.)

1/1

Acceptable behavior

Remus is surprisingly concerned about his boyfriend's boundaries.

1/1

You Stole The Pillows

Remus steals all the pillows. Patton makes the best of the situation.

1/1

Line Without a Hook

When Patton's entire world view is challenged--when he doesn't even know who he is supposed to be anymore, help comes from an unexpected source. Maybe things can be okay after all.

1/1

Stuck With You

(Side note, I respect the fact that you can find Intruality_Overlord on like every platform I've checked 😭 very much worth checking out Moss's stuff!)

Patton and Remus cuddle and banter.

1/1

Sweet Pea

Recently, Patton and Remus's relationship has begun to change. When Patton lets a pet name slip by accident, a much-needed conversation takes place.

1/1

Strawberry band-aids

Remus accidentally hurts himself and Patton takes care of him.

1/1

Kiss Goodbye

Patton didn't understand why you would ever kiss someone goodbye, especially if they had just died. Remus tries to explain it to him.

Aka Patton and Remus get into an argument during movie night after everyone else went to bed

1/1

(Caprine's side note: it's not as angsty as the title sounds, I swear)

Bone Crusher

The first sign that Remus liked him was an actual bright blue octopus sitting in a fishtank in his room when he got back to it one day there was a light green sticky note on the front of the tank that read, in jagged, messy handwriting, “This is Bone Crusher, Lord of Darkness, Destroyer of Worlds, but she is okay with you changing her name -R”

1/1

Cookie Jar

Original idea came from @jessibbb on tumblr, they're very nice, check them out for a lot of amazing intruality content! Patton is too short to reach the cookie jar, Remus finds his short boyfriend adorable.

1/1

I Love You, It's Disgusting.

Uh-oh. Remus has fallen in love with Patton. How disgusting. He wouldn't have it any other way.

1/1

For you, I’ll try

"But wait, maybe he could do just that. Desperately searching for a pen in the drawer where he kept all of his bones, Remus simply allowed for the ideas to flood him, his butt dropping on the nearest chair shaped thing. It was grossly domestic, but there was nothing he couldn’t do, especially when the challenge in question was something Roman enjoyed. Remus could barely hold back his excitement, his smirk wide enough that the ends of his mustache tickled his cheeks.

He was going to create such a cute, lovely story Patton would never want to read any of Roman’s shit ever again."

1/1

[Caprine’s side note] Oh. My. GOD. TALK ABOUT SWEET. I AM LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS STORY. JUST LOOK AT IT.

AU fics

This is a section dedicated to fics that take place in any kind of au, whether that be a human au or a soulmate au of some kind!

Cool Josh

(because I'm a sucker for fake boyfriend fics 😔)

Patton has had a big crush on his best friend Remus for the longest time, but he's not planning to make a move anytime soon. At least he wasn't.

But when Remus needs him to pretend to be his boyfriend, what's a pining gay to do but pretend to be the boyfriend Remus told his dads he had?

1/1

The Heat Between Us

Patton doesn’t like to be touched. But maybe he’d be ok if it was Remus touching him.

1/1

Freak like me

1/1

Do You Wanna Build a Pillow Fort

“When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!” with intruality

1/1

The Long Way Round

Remus doesn't like watching romantic movies, but one of the ones his brother was watching gave him an idea.

1/1

[Caprine’s side note] Fake dating with a twist? I love it. Also the line “You mean the fluffy-haired child development major, who has thighs so thick you would willingly die under them? I might remember you mentioning him once or twice.”

Poly fics

This is a section dedicated to fics that involve poly ships!

Is it Selfish to Love and Be Loved?

Patton needed advice.

And not the kind of advice that he could find in books or online, no, because there was no way that anyone in all of history had ever been in the situation that Patton was in, right now, it was wholly and utterly unique, which meant that if he wanted advice, he was going to have to get it from another side.

1/1

And They Were Roommates

Patton's not in love with Remus. That's ridiculous, they're just roommates. Not to mention, Remus already has a boyfriend.

1/1

[Caprine’s side note] OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Peachsneakers oneshots

This is a section dedicated to Peachsneakers! Their intruality oneshots are some of my absolute favorites so I've provided the links to each one of them :)

All of these have 1 chapter, but they're still absolutely worth the read!

Cookie Misadventures

Patton and Remus bake some cookies.

Apple Blossom

Remus needs his hair washed. Patton is up for the job.

Black Holes

Remus takes Patton to the imagination.

To Love Like You

Remus finds out a secret.

Kittens

Remus gets creative.

Silent Flavored Popsicles

Remus has a sore throat.

Cookies for the Soul

Remus has bad days. Patton relates.

Milkshakes

Remus brings Patton a surprise.

Made with Love

Remus has a question.

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AU section

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Body Swap

Patton can't wait to meet his soulmate. Remus is convinced he doesn't even have one.

Waking up in Patton's body changes that.

You Are My Sunshine

Patton falls for his soulmate on the way to class.

Unfinished fics

Just fics that are good but not yet finished! They'll be added to whatever section of the list they belong in once they're finished ❤

-this section may take time to update due to the fact that I put off reading a lot of unfinished fics 😔 I swear I’ll edit this eventually it just hurts reading anything that isn’t done

The Effects Of Shame

Remus... has a crush. Just a small little thing, so inconsequential, well, you probably can't even call it that! ...right?

Wrong. Very wrong. He's in absolutely in-over-his-head pining for Patton, and he knows that people like him don't get happy endings.

...Right?

45/?

[Caprine’s side note] Guys this fic is LITERALLY EVERYTHING. I don’t care what you’re doing right now, stop it and read this immediately. It’s packed with angst but it has a lot of really nice fluffy moments too and I just adore everything about it, idk man just read it please I can’t even put into words how amazing it is.

Silicon Hearts

Patton is sick of the others treating him like an innocent uwu boy and goes to Remus for help. They try fake dating as a way to convince them that Patton is mature and an adult like everyone else. Only one problem though; Patton seemed to take a liking to his fake boyfriend. Too much of a liking.

2/?

[Caprine’s side note] Chapter 2 is out!! This fic is so well written 😭 I have no words, the way Remus is written is so good, I mean all of them yes but god I love their writing for Remus

#intruality #patton sanders #ts patton #ts remus #remus sanders #remus x patton #sanders sides fic

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gothfoxx · 3 years ago

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Day five: Rain/Library

The weather report called for thunderstorms for the next few days with a chance of sleet mixed in from the coming cold front headed their direction. Patton had made some so-simple-you-can’t-mess-up chocolate chip cookies and some instant pudding just incase the power got knocked out, though Logan had tried to point out that they were technically astro-projections that existed in main part in Thomas’s mind, the fatherly side was not dissuaded from making the sweets. Janus on the other hands had gone into the real world to get Thomas to stock up on some food items that didn’t require cooking, bread and deli meat, some fruit, a bag of his favorite chips as a treat for being responsible. Virgil was supervising the twins as they made a big nest of pillows and blankets for a rainy day movie marathon, they were working well together for once. So things were on schedule, a rare thing when all* sides were involved.

Logan was checking to make sure Thomas had unplugged any electronics not attached to a surge protector when he heard the subtle woosh-pop of a ‘dark side’ appearing. “Hey Lo-doll, I made some fresh coffee. Hazelnut with almond milk and galaxy sprinkles, your favorite.” Virgil holds out a portable thermos for Logan to take as he sips from one of his own, probably decaf and drowning in chocolate syrup and creamer.

“Thank you dear, are the twins done?” Taking the cup and draining a mouthful does wonders for the chill that Logan hadn’t noticed set in. Virgil hums an affirmative, a deep sound that reminds Logan of the coming rumbling thunder. The rest of his checking is made in comfortable silence as Virgil follows him from room to room.

Just as the last plug is pulled the tell-tail plip plap of rain at last.

“How long do you think we can stay out here until the other notice?” Virgil asks as he takes Logan’s free hand and leads him to the couch by the sliding door. “Probably another 20 minutes at least.” Logan muses as they watch the rain fall steadily harder against the glass, snuggled close and sipping their cozy drinks.

*all sides confirmed when this was written

@analogicalweek

#analogical week #analogical #tss virgil #tss Logan #domestic life #cuddling & snuggling #day 5 rain

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wroammin · 4 years ago

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happy father’s day to everyone’s favorite father figure figment, patton “morality” sanders. in celebration, please accept some fatherly headcanons:

pat tries to spend time with virgil like an actual dad would, but finding an activity they both like is a bit difficult

virgil wants to sit in silence and ponder over his existence, while patton would much prefer chatting & making friendship bracelets together

both of them eventually learn to compromise, and they now enjoy their weekly hang-outs consisting of silent charades (if virgil doesn’t feel like talking but patton feels like doing something fun) or just lying down on the floor to chat (if patton feels like talking but virgil feels like chilling out at the same time)

now, since logan’s a teacher, pat calls every single one-on-one conversation that he has with lo a PTO meeting. logan hates it.

one day, however, when logan happens to notice that patton is feeling a bit down, he asks him if he needs to have a PTO meeting (and he even offers to bring cookies). from that point on, it then becomes their regular code word for whenever they need to talk. patton loves it.

when roman asks him to attend his staged plays or musicals in the mind palace, like the supportive parent he tries to be, patton goes to every single one

and after every single one, pat always gives him a standing ovation & asks roman to sign his imaginary playbill (which roman ever-so-graciously agrees to do each time)

then, patton usually gushes to roman about all of the parts that he liked and listens to ro explain all of the work and effort that went into the whole show

once, after a particularly wonderful performance of romeo & juliet (which roman somehow adapted in order to make a one-man show), patton ended his awed & teary rant about the whole show with a well-meaning, “i’m proud of you, kiddo”

surprisingly, instead of going off on a tangent about how what pat should really be proud of was the lighting or the costumes or something else entirely, roman was shocked into silence. he excused himself, leaving a very bewildered patton behind, and as soon as he thought he was out of earshot, screamed as loudly as he could with complete jubilation

patton heard his scream. after realizing it was a happy shriek, pat decided that he could probably say he was proud of roman a little more often going forwards. but he should probably bring a pair of earmuffs to do it.

#i made this whole post just so i could talk about the PTO meeting idea #& because father’s day or whatever but it was mainly about the one (1) idea #just an fyi #oh and #sorry to janus & remus. i didn’t exclude them on purpose i’m just too lazy to include them #plus i already got the core four in so i think it’s good to hit post #sanders sides #thomas sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides headcanons #long post #emma’s stuff

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candied-peach · 4 years ago

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ao3: “christmas baubles” rating: T warnings: platonic dlampr, some violent humor, food, christmas genre: fluff (tiny bit of angst) description: Virgil spends Christmas with everyone. It goes surprisingly well. (this is written for @potatopriestlord for @sanderssidesgiftxchange ! happy holidays ♡)

It's Christmas time.

It's Christmas time, and Virgil doesn't know how to feel. This year, Patton's invited Janus and Remus. "A new beginning," he claimed, and who is Virgil to argue? He wants a new beginning. He does, but he just-

Well, it's not quite the same. He's used to Christmas with Janus and Remus and he's slowly becoming used to Christmas with Logan, Roman, and Patton, but- Combining them?

His heart stutters at the thought.

Don't be such a dummy, he tells himself as he carries in one last box of Christmas finery for the tree. The lights have already been strewn, in white and gold. Multi-colored tinsel is densely packed in one box, ready to be flung over evergreen branches in a rainbow tapestry. All that's left, really, are the ornaments.

Virgil isn't sure he's ready for the ornaments.

They aren't regular ornaments, you see. They aren't shiny glass baubles or childish popsicle stick and Elmer's glue contraptions. They're memories.

And he's painfully aware of every memory destined to fit on the tree.

"You ready, Virge?" Roman asks, a candy cane sticking out of his mouth. Virgil nods, swallowing his nerves back. It will be fine, he reminds himself. Just because Jan and Remus are coming this time doesn't mean anything will go wrong.

Roman hands him an ornament. It's a delicate reenactment of a cabin, snow falling down the windows in little drifts. Virgil grasps it with shaking fingers, his mind already drawn into the bauble's memory.

It's his first Christmas with the other sides since childhood. He doesn't want to intrude, but Patton insists. They don't even know his name yet, think he's nothing but a bother, but Virgil goes anyway because Patton gave him that look and he can't resist it.

They've transformed the commons into what looks like the inside of a cozy log cabin. Patton beams when he sees Virgil's hesitant tread down the stairs.

"You made it!" Patton says cheerfully. Logan gives him a cordial nod. Roman ignores him altogether, too focused on putting the last finishing touches on the tree. There are heaps of red and blue ornaments in various shades, but no purple, yellow, or green. Not that Virgil expected any.

"Uh, yeah," he says, shrinking into his hoodie. He feels like an imposition. Desperately wishing he could go back up the stairs and take refuge in his room, Patton instead takes his sleeve and tows him further in, handing him a mug of hot chocolate. It warms his perpetually chilled fingers and he can't help but awkwardly smile in thanks at the moral side.

"Thanks," he mumbles, his cheeks flaming like the sunset.

"Sorry," Roman apologizes, his face tinted red. "I um, I wasn't very princely that year."

"It's fine, Princey," Virgil says with a shrug. "The feeling was mutual, remember?" The next ornament is an old one. A fragile one. One that Virgil thought had been lost.

"Patton found that one," Roman tells him. "I haven't checked it out myself."

"Oh," Virgil says, feeling dazed. His fingertips brush the childish blobs of paint that stain the ornament's surface.

"Come on!" Creativity says impatiently, hopping down the stairs two at a time.

"You're gonna fall," Caution warns, flapping an oversized sweater sleeve. "Be careful."

"I am careful," Creativity retorts, but Caution notices that he takes the remaining steps a little slower. "Come on, Curiosity's already awake!"

"What 'bout Lies?" Caution asks. Creativity shrugs.

"Not sure," he says. "We gotta get Heart up, too. He's such a sleepyhead. Doesn't he know it's Christmas!?"

"I think the whole mind palace knows," Caution says dryly. Then he steps into the living room and gasps. An enormous Christmas tree squats proudly in the corner, decorated with strings of multi-colored lights and loads and loads of tinsel. Not a single ornament adorns its fluffy branches, causing Caution to give Creativity a curious look.

"It's not done," Creativity admits. "I thought- I thought the ornaments could hold memories! Of all the Christmasses we ever have together! Or like...other times, maybe, I don't know. Doesn't that sound cool?" He enthuses.

"Y-yeah," Caution stammers. "That- that sounds neat, Creativity."

"Show us how!" Curiosity exclaims, storming out of the kitchen. "I'll make the best memory ornament the world has ever seen!" Caution bursts into giggles, covering his mouth with one sleeve.

"Virgil?" Roman asks, touching his shoulder and drawing him out of the memory. "You okay?"

"Fine," Virgil says. "I'm fine. I just. Yeah." He sets the ornament down, as gently as if he cradled a snowflake, and hurried to his box. Dust still gathers, thick and cloying, on a few of the ornaments, buried in the back. The ones with Janus and Remus. He swallows hard, stretching out a hand to pluck the nearest one free.

"Remus, I swear to all that is holy if you have decided to replace the tinsel with tentacles again-" Janus threatens. Remus laughs, dancing backward around the tree as Janus chases him. Each evergreen branch is heavily laden with a wet and floppy tentacle, making Virgil scrunch his nose when he walks in.

"Again?" He complains mildly. Janus looks up, his face brightening.

"Virgil!" He exclaims. "You- you made it."

"Uh, yeah," Virgil says, his face flushed. "Um. I didn't- I didn't know that you uh, did anything? For Christmas?"

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing compared to the others," Janus dismisses, with one light wave of a gloved hand. "But Remus and I try our best. And now you! What tradition would you like to bring to the table, my dear Anxiety?"

Virgil blinks.

"Uh, what?" He asks, completely nonplussed. Remus grins and bounces forward, flapping his hands to make the ruffles on his sleeves move.

"Janus came up with it!" He explains. "We each get a Christmas tradition, just for us. Janus's is singing Christmas carols- only the funny ones- and mine is decorating the tree on December first. What do you want yours to be? It can be anything!"

"Anything?" Virgil asks. Janus looks like he regrets all his life choices, but he nods anyway.

"Anything," he confirms.

"Could- could it be making Christmas cookies?" He asks, hugging himself and remembering Patton's baking with a pang. Janus nods in agreement, though his own mismatched eyes look shadowed.

"Of course," Janus says. "To the kitchen!"

"To the kitchen!" Remus echoes in a howl, galloping toward the kitchen and nearly tripping over a stray tentacle.

Virgil's throat aches when he returns to himself. Their cookies had burned that time, because Remus forgot to set the timer, and truthfully, Virgil still isn't sure if Remus managed to add anything inedible to them, but the experience had been-

Well, the experience had been magical.

"Virgil," Janus greets him carefully. He has a dusty cardboard box held tightly in gloved hands, and his face is carefully neutral. He glances at the cookie-shaped ornament still clasped in Virgil's hands and the faintest dusting of pink brushes his cheekbones.

"Janus," Virgil greets just as carefully. Tension dissipates as Remus thumps his way between the two, lugging his own box.

"Virgey!" Remus exclaims. "Ice to see you!"

"It's nice-" Virgil starts, before realizing Remus is holding an icicle towards him. He recoils, setting the cookie ornament back down into the box, just as Remus laughs and dramatically stabs the icicle against his own heart. Nothing happens. Janus rolls his eyes, a fond smile tugging at his lips, as he watches Remus's antics.

"Janus, Remus!" Patton greets warmly. His words are only a little stilted when he realizes Remus is still holding a melting icicle, dripping all over the floor. Remus waves cheerily with it.

"This is a murder weapon!" He says, cheerful. Patton blanches.

"That's- that's nice," Patton says, recovering admirably. "I'm so glad you could make it!"

"Likewise," Janus drawls. He looks hesitantly down into his box of ornaments. Despite himself, Virgil cranes his neck to have a peek himself. He doesn't even have to touch it to be drawn into the first ornament's memory.

"Virgil, what do you want for Christmas?"

"Huh?" Virgil asks inelegantly, spinning around to see Janus leaning against the door of his bedroom, studying his glove with practiced casualness. He shoves his headphones down, curling around his neck, as he advances toward Janus.

"What do you want for Christmas?" Janus repeats. His snake eye gleams in the dim light. "It's a simple question, storm cloud."

"No, it isn't," he retorts, flustered. "There's so many things that are out there in the world, how could I possibly choose just one-"

"Who says it has to be one?" Janus's question stops him in his tracks.

"Be- because," he splutters. One side of Janus's mouth tips up in a crooked smile.

"We're figments of Thomas's imagination, we can have whatever we want," Janus says. Virgil doesn't point out that's not true, not really, doesn't mumble anything about wishing they could all have Christmas together for once. Instead, he stares at the ground and mutters something about new headphones.

"Well, that's easily done," Janus says lightly. "I'll ensure you get the prettiest lump of coal in your stocking, Virge. Unless Remus gets to it first." Virgil laughs despite himself and Janus's eyes light up, even as he saunters out the door.

The bauble, shaped like a pair of over-the-ear headphones, reluctantly lets Virgil free. He glances up to see Janus's own eyes, misty with memories.

"You kept it," Virgil mumbles. "You kept all of them."

"Of course I did," Janus says softly.

"Look at mine!" Remus exclaims, jostling his way between the two of them and shoving an ornament in Virgil's direction. It's shaped like a very misshapen pie and his startled fingers close around it, preventing it from clattering to the floor.

"Remus!" Virgil chases him around the kitchen, laughing only partly from frustration. Remus circles the kitchen island, cackling, holding the mixing bowl aloft.

"What's the matter, Fright Night?" Remus gleefully taunts.

"The matter is that batteries don't belong in pie crust and you know it!" Virgil exclaims, huffing out a breath and stirring his bangs.

"Sure they do," Remus says smugly. "They fit in here, didn't they?"

"That doesn't mean anything!" Virgil says, rolling his eyes. "A lot of things could fit in th- I mean-" Remus's eyes light up with a wicked gleam.

"A lot of things, you say?" He purrs. Virgil puts his face in his hands.

"Janus, how could you leave me with him?" He mutters into his palms.

"Because you can handle it," Janus retorts, appearing out of nowhere. He has a string of Christmas lights tangled around one arm. "Remus, put the bowl down."

"Yes, sir!" Remus says, saluting (thankfully with the hand not holding the bowl). The mixing bowl clatters to the counter.

"And help me with these lights for a minute, would you?" Janus implores. The wink he sends Virgil's way lets him know that he'll take charge of Remus, at least for a few minutes. Enough time for Virgil to fish out the batteries, if nothing else, and see if they need to start over.

"I remember that," Virgil mumbles. His cheeks feel like they're on fire. Remus beams at him.

"Good," he says. "Merry Christmas, Panic at the Emo."

"Likewise," Virgil mutters.

"Remus!" Roman shouts, startling all three of them. "Stop bothering Virgil and help me with these lights for the window."

"Same old, same old," Remus says, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated fashion and adding a little shoulder shimmy. He shoves his box of ornaments in Virgil's arms and dashes to his brother's rescue.

"Thanks," Virgil says dryly, looking after Remus's departing back.

"I can take them," Janus offers. Virgil sighs and shakes his head.

"It's fine," he says. "I wouldn't want you to drop anything."

"As if I would," Janus says, putting one hand to his chest in mock offense. It makes Virgil snicker. Janus smiles, a genuine expression of mirth that makes Virgil's heart twinge.

"Shall we?" He asks, motioning toward the tree with a jerk of his head.

"Ah, good," Logan says, adjusting his glasses with one hand. "I was wondering when you would appear, Janus. The twins are already hopelessly tangled in Christmas lights."

"Who put the ones on the tree?" Janus asks, looking amused. Logan smiles, a trifle smug.

"Me," he says. "Would you like to help with the tinsel?"

"Me?" Janus asks, clearly surprised. Logan nods.

"Is there some reason you shouldn't?" He asks.

"No," Virgil speaks on Janus's behalf, carefully setting down Remus's box of ornaments. "I'm gonna go see if Patton needs help," he adds and hurries away as Logan encourages Janus to set down his ornaments and pick up the first strand of tinsel.

"You're doing well," Patton murmurs, as Virgil stumbles into the kitchen. Red colors his cheeks like a candy cane.

"I guess," Virgil says, leaning against the counter top. "You uh, you need any help?"

"I think I've got it for now," Patton says. "But if you'd like to decorate cookies in a bit..."

"Sounds good to me, pop star," Virgil says, relieved. Patton rummages in a box on the table for a second, holding out an ornament.

"Remember this one?" Patton asks softly. Virgil's fingertips brush the smooth edges and he's helplessly drawn in.

"Caution?"

"Go away!"

"No," Heart insists, tiptoeing in the room and looking around. The spider curtains make him wrap his arms around himself and shiver. "You're upset. I can feel it. What's wrong?"

"Christmas," Caution mumbles. He's curled up on his bed, arms around his knees. "Christmas is what's wrong."

"What?!" Heart squawks. "What do you mean, Caution?"

"Thomas has so much stuff to do," Caution says. "How can he do all of them? It's just- I just-" His breathing speeds up. Alarmed, Heart crawls onto the bed, coming to a stop right beside him.

"Breathe," Heart directs, exaggerating his own breath into a gusty whoosh of air and making Caution's lips struggle not to form a smile. "Like this, 'kay? Follow how I sound."

It takes a few minutes for Caution to match his breathing, but he does. Both cheeks flush red as Heart smiles at him.

"Better?" Heart asks gently. Caution nods, playing with one of his sleeves.

"Will Thomas be okay?" Caution asks in a tiny voice. Heart doesn't even have to think about it for his next words to spill out, ringing with the sincerity of truth.

"Absolutely he will!"

Caution smiles, his hair flopping into his eyes. Heart reaches over and brushes it back, giving Caution an encouraging look.

"Wanna help me bake?" Heart asks. "I think I can make a pretty mean cookie!"

"Sure," Caution says, and laughs. "Why not?"

Virgil comes out of the memory slowly, his face flushed.

"I forgot about that," he mumbles, carefully setting aside the cookie-shaped bauble. Patton smiles gently.

"I never did," he admits, just as they hear a crash from the living room.

Virgil runs to the rescue, Patton hot on his heels. His mouth falls open at the scene of wanton destruction. The tree is still up (which is a miracle) and as far as he can tell, no ornament has been broken. But the tinsel lies in haphazard clumps all over the floor, and the same can be said for several strings of Christmas lights. A ladder sprawls on the ground, still holding a loudly protesting Roman.

"You didn't hold it steady!"

"Sure I did," Remus argues. His brows are scrunched tight in worry. "You overbalanced!"

"Well, it isn't like I did that on purpose," Roman says. Remus huffs.

"I never said it was on purpose!" Remus points out. Roman's face acquires a particularly rosy hue.

"Oh," he says weakly. Virgil snorts with barely suppressed laughter at the twins' banter, and all eyes turn to him and Patton.

"Roman fell off the ladder," Janus explains.

"Ouch," Roman tacks on. Virgil snorts.

"That would be an ouch," he says. "You better be okay, Princey."

"I will be," Roman promises. His expression turns irascible. "At least, I will when this bloody ladder is off me-"

"Oh, right," Remus says, his own face reddening. He reaches down and snags the ladder, carefully setting it upright. "There you go, bro."

"Thank you," Roman huffs. Logan gives him a hand and he cautiously makes it to his feet, breaking out in an enormous smile. "All is well on the Creativity train!"

"Please be careful," Patton implores, clasping his hands beneath his chin.

"I'm always careful, padre!" Roman exclaims, nearly slipping on a bushel of tinsel. Logan groans, snatching it up from the carpet.

"Ornament time," Patton says. "And then after that, I need help decorating some Christmas cookies!"

Virgil makes a beeline for his box, pulling out the ornament in the very back. Janus and Remus watch him as he delicately plucks it free, blowing away the dust.

"This one," he shyly requests. The memory plays, pulling them all in.

"Janus?"

Janus looks up from his idle place on the couch, a frown tugging at his face.

"Storm cloud? I thought you were in bed."

"I can't sleep," Virgil admits. He fidgets in the doorway to the living room, his eyes entranced by the Christmas tree (thankfully tentacle-free....for now).

"Come here," Janus coaxes, patting the couch next to him. Virgil shuffles over, his instincts screaming at him to go back to his room. Thankfully, he doesn't listen. He plops down on the sofa, and Janus tugs him closer, draping an arm around his shoulders. It should feel too tight and confining, but instead, it just feels...

Right.

"I can't sleep either!" Remus shouts from the hallway. Janus fondly rolls his eyes.

"Then come on out, Remus," Janus says. "I have two sides and six arms, you're more than welcome."

"Good," Remus says, but it's a subdued Creativity who finally slips out of the darkness and into the flickering colors of the Christmas lights. His eyes are red-rimmed. Virgil thinks he must have had a bad dream or something. He hardly ever cries otherwise.

"Bad dreams?" Janus asks, echoing Virgil's thoughts. Remus hesitates, then nods, as he crawls onto the couch on Janus's other side.

"Hark, hear the bells, sweet silver bells..." Janus sings lowly, elongating each phrase until the Christmas carol becomes nothing more than a lullaby, lulling both Virgil and Remus to sleep.

Virgil carefully hooks the ornament on the tree, front and center. He steps back, surrounded by old family and new, and nods to himself.

He's home.

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soda-pop-kandy-krush · 4 years ago

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so this is a tiiiny bit longer than the drabble i set out for it to be... clearly i have no chill and get carried away far too easily. also, i wrote most of this whilst incredibly hormonal/sleep-deprived, so please excuse any mistakes. i will probably go through and proof-read it at a later date. maybe. in the meantime, enjoy! <33

(Prompt Post)

12: Come cuddle!

17: I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life...

Knock, knock.

“Vee? Are you in there?”

Virgil’s brow furrowed a little, but he didn’t look up from his switch screen as he fiddled with the buttons to reorganise his inventory. “Who is it?”

“Your favourite dad!”

A tiny smirk pinched at the corners of his mouth. He wriggled into a more comfortable position on his beanbag, lifting the console closer to his face. “You can come in, Pat.”

Patton pushed the door open, scanning the room for his son. A beaming grin appeared on his face when he found him, and he made an immediate beeline towards the pile of cushions on the floor.

“Hey, kiddo!” He flopped down right next to Virgil, pulling him into his chest so that he could wrap him in a bear hug.

Virgil grunted in surprise, dropping his switch in his lap as Patton squished his arms to his sides. He squirmed a little, trying to sit up, but Patton only held him tighter, smushing his cheek against Virgil’s soft, purple hair. “Can I help you, Pops?”

He could feel the excited hum of his words vibrating through his scalp. “Come cuddle!”

Virgil squinted. “... Is that not what we’re doing right now?”

Patton giggled. “No, silly! I meant in my room! I’ll bake cookies, and I’ll build us a pillow fort- oh!” He bounced on his knees. “And I’ll even let you choose what movie we watch! As long as it’s not the scary one from last week, with all of the monsters in it.” Virgil rolled his eyes fondly as Patton shuddered.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas isn’t scary, Pat.” He wriggled one arm free and used it to pick up his switch, going back to his game. “Why don’t you ask Princey? I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Oh, come on, kiddo. You can put down the video games for a couple of hours to spend some quality time with your old man, can’t you? Plus…” Patton leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “We both know how much you love your cuddles.”

A choked scoff escaped before Virgil could stop it, his ears turning pink. “I- you- I do not-”

Patton giggled, blowing warm air on the back of his neck. “Yes, you do!~”

“No, I don’t!”

“Don’t lie, Vee. I’ve seen you in action. You’re really not as slick as you think you are, cuddlebug.”

Virgil’s face was so red he thought he was about to burst into flames. He didn’t realise the others actually noticed the way he slowly migrated towards whoever was sat on the other end of the couch during their movie nights, curling his legs up on the cushions so that he could worm his way under their arms and bury his face in their chest. Or how he would drag his beanbag into the common room and plop it in front of anybody in there, sinking down and not-so-subtly leaning back to rest his head against their knees so that they would play with his hair and let him drift asleep. Patton had caught him out, and he’d never been more embarrassed in his life.

In his final attempt to hold onto the last, tattered shreds of his dignity, he turned to the only sensible option left: sulking like a child. He folded his arms with a petulant huff, glaring at the ground. Patton couldn’t help but laugh.

“Awww, what’s wrong, kiddo?” He teased, wiggling a finger under his chin. “Where did that little smile go?”

Virgil’s scowl immediately flattened out, the corners of his mouth twitching as he scrunched his shoulders. Intrigued, Patton repeated the action, grinning delightedly when Virgil made an ‘mmph’ noise, his hand coming up to push him away.

“Wait a second... Is somebody ticklish?”

He pulled Virgil into his lap and tweaked the curve of his waist, earning a loud squeak as the dark side lurched away from the attacking hand, struggling to hide what was unmistakably the beginnings of a flustered smile.

“Oh my goodness,” He gasped, spidering his fingers up and down Virgil’s sides. “This is the most adorable thing in the whole entire universe!”

Virgil whined, premature giggles already beginning to bubble up as he batted at Patton with one hand, burying his burning face in the other. “Shut uuuup!”

Patton chuckled. “Oh-ho, I would watch what I said if I were in your position, Mister.” There was a devious lilt to his voice that wasn’t there before. Virgil’s stomach dropped. “The tickle monster really doesn’t take kindly to that sort of language.”

He would deny the way that he shrieked when Patton reached down to poke his belly until the day he died. Virgil’s hands immediately shot down from his face to protect himself- but unfortunately, that was exactly what Patton was betting on.

“Uh oh! We’d better get those-” He caught both of Virgil’s wrists, pinning them against his chest so that he was effectively trapped in Patton’s embrace. “-out of the way. There we go!”

Virgil whimpered, nervous giggles spilling out as he tugged uselessly at his arms. “No! Pat, plehease!”

“Please what, Vee?” Patton grinned mischievously. “Pleeease… Give you all of the tickles?”

“No!”

“Yeah?”

“Nohoho!”

“Aw, kiddo! All you had to do was ask!”

Ten wiggly fingers suddenly dug into the spaces between Virgil’s ribs. Combined with the teasing and his current helplessness, it tipped him over the edge just far enough that he couldn’t hold back the bright, child-like laughter that spilled from his lips. It was the sweetest sound that Patton had ever heard- and it was coming from Virgil!

Oh, yeah. He was never letting this go.

“I can’t believe that you kept this a secret from us!” He moved to pinch Virgil’s lower ribs, chasing the cluster of sweet spots towards his back that had him squealing and arching away. “Oooo, that was a good spot, huh?” Patton chuckled, reaching over to his other side and repeating the action.

“Ahahaha- Pat! I cahahaha-!” Virgil collapsed against the moral side, his laughter tinged with hysteria as Patton’s fingers started poking his all of ribs randomly, making him squirm so much that he was now practically laying flat in his lap.

“What was that? You can’t believe how much fun you’re having?” Patton cooed, grazing his midriff using his fingertips. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest! And don’t you worry- we’ve got plenty of other places to explore before we’re anywhere near finished~”

Virgil groaned as Patton lifted his wrists above his head, allowing him to catch his breath. He screwed his eyes shut, preparing for another attack, only to jump when he felt Patton’s hand cup his cheek, gently stroking the soft skin with his thumb. He blinked and looked up to see the moral side smiling back down at him.

“You okay there, kiddo?” He chuckled.

Virgil flushed, leftover giggles spilling out as he panted. He was giving him a chance to escape. Asking him if he wanted to continue. Making sure that he was actually enjoying himself.

He knew that he liked it... And he was okay with it?

Swallowing, Virgil nodded. His timid smile morphed back into a wide grin within seconds as Patton’s fingers scribbled their way down his neck, his collarbones; looping over his shoulders before they wormed their way into his armpits, scratching at the taut skin and causing Virgil to fall right back into loud laughter.

“Ehehehe- gehehet out of there!” He cried, pulling at his arms. Patton laughed along with him, still reeling from his wonderful discovery. The sight of a happy, squeaky, ticklish Virgil was a million times cuter than he could ever have imagined.

“Huh? You mean here?” He wiggled a single finger right in the centre. “Okay, sure!” Patton switched to the other side, vibrating his fingers deep into the hollows.

Virgil squawked, promptly falling into uncontrollable cackling. By this point, he was so weak with laughter that he could barely even fight back. Not that that was such a terrible position to be in, but he’d be damned if the others ever figured out that he liked this, as well. Having the resident goofball know was bad enough, but he’d never hear the end of it if word spread around the rest of the mind palace.

However, Virgil didn’t have much time to sit on it, as all comprehensive thoughts evaporated from his head as soon as Patton started to graze his fingernails up and down the underside of his left bicep.

“Nonono-nohoho!” He pleaded, curling his arms around his head, not unlike a baby hedgehog. “Pat! Pahahat! Lemme gohoho!”

Patton laughed. “Oh, I’m afraid it’s too late for you now, stormcloud. I’ve got you trapped, and you’re mine forever!~” He booped his nose gently before moving to the other arm, his lips curling up into a playful smirk. “Plus, I couldn’t possibly let you go before finding your worst spot.” His fingers slowed to a halt. Virgil felt a shiver run down his spine.

“And I’ve got a feeling I know exactly where it is…”

Virgil immediately broke down into nervous babbling, wriggling and giggling desperately as Patton trailed his fingers down the length of his body- stopping whenever he found a particularly ticklish spot to give it some attention- before he arrived at his middle. Slowly, dragging out the process as much as he could, he lifted Virgil’s shirt, the soft material brushing against his skin and lighting up every nerve in his torso, sending the poor dark side into fits of anxious giggles.

Patton tittered amusedly. “Well then, it looks like I guessed right, huh, Vee?” And with that, he used all five fingers of his free hand to form a claw, spidering across the sensitive skin of his stomach.

Virgil shrieked, bursting into loud laughter and kicking his legs out. Drained of his strength and hopelessly giddy, there was nothing left to do except lay there and take it as Patton’s tickly fingers crawled all over his belly, pinching and squeezing and scribbling every tiny, hidden spot until Virgil was sure he’d go insane. It was completely unbearable, and he never wanted it to stop.

“Gitchy-gitchy-goo! Tickle-tickle-tickle!” He cooed, scribbling at the skin beneath his bellybutton. “Gee, kiddo, I think you’ve got to be the most ticklish person on the planet!”

Virgil’s laughter dialled up even further, blushing so hard he could feel it in his ears. Oh, God, not the teasing! He was pretty sure whatever was left of his brain had now melted entirely, leaving him a loopy, flustered mess.

He scrambled around to try and pull together a suitably snarky comeback, when Patton began to scratch at the sides of his stomach and he finally, finally lost it.

“Nahahaha! Stop! Stohohahap!”

Patton gradually slowed down, eventually stopping and pressing the palm of his hand firmly into Virgil’s abdomen, rubbing away the phantom touches that lingered on his sensitive skin. His head lolled to the side, resting against Patton’s hip as he gulped down air, hiccupy laughter bubbling up in between each breath.

Patton chuckled. “You alright there, giggles?” He ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair, mussed up from all of his wriggling.

Virgil, with the remains of a dazed grin still stuck on his face, nodded, nuzzling against the soothing touch. He let his eyes slip shut, the occasional, solitary giggle escaping. The moral side smiled warmly.

“I’m glad. You definitely needed that laugh.”

Leaning forward, Patton switched off his gaming console from where it had been abandoned on the floor, before carefully scooping him up into his arms to carry him back to his room for the snuggles he was promised. Just as he was about to close the door behind him, a quiet voice interrupted him.

“Thank you…” Mumbled Virgil, sleepily.

Patton chuckled. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

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