#this one ended up long but also i can talk about them 4ever i m sick

[3l91]

bkak confession thoughts.

this is mostly my impression / hc but i do think that bokuto would have been the one to confess to akaashi. in my mind it would take akaashi a long time to come around to the fact that his feelings towards bokuto have grown into romantic interest due to his own admiration towards bokuto, so unless he was made to examine his feelings (via a confession), he probably wouldn’t think about them that way on his own

it’s similar to the feeling one has towards a celebrity crush, where you may think someone looks attractive or have a heavy admiration towards them but they’re so far removed from you, personally, that you don’t really think about your feelings seriously

except bokuto is not a celebrity, he’s someone within close proximity to akaashi, and when he finally confesses to him, akaashi buffers for like 5minutes because all of a sudden he's thinking back on all those nights he spent staring up at the ceiling thinking about bokuto and realizing oh ..........................................!

and on bokuto's end i can see him wanting to confess the second he realized his feelings but the other 3rd years probably told him to slooooow down!!! theyre in the gc and konoha is trying to tell him to Stop and Think do you even know if akaashi is interested in anyone else do you even know if he likes boys etc etc etc you have to be strategic!!!

and because he's never done this before (my personal take, i see him as too busy to have focused on much else besides Sports-) bokuto is like okay !!! and it's like a weeks long process of trying to figure out whether or not akaashi is even single or would even react well to the idea of being in a relationship In General

which means that prior to the actual confession bokuto was probably dropping extremely heavy hints and akaashi didn't pick up on them for what they were because he was too busy trying to puzzle out bokuto's newest peculiarities

and at first it was probably a little discouraging until bokuto finally had enough!!

because even though he knows showing restraint and testing the waters and whatever else advice he was being fed were given out of care, this is akaashi they're dealing with, he should just be straightforward like he always is with akaashi!!

and so he says it and it's simple and to the point - I like you.

and akaashi just Looks At Him For Several Minutes and bokuto is giving him time to process even though part of him is like maybe i shouldn't have said that after all oh no

but when akaashi finally answers it's equally straightforward, without any hesitation in his voice.

I like you too.

and they realize how easy it was for them to say it, because it's something that's been true for a long time and - 😊.... i need to get back to work i fear

[cereza15love]

Zelink is possible after Majora's Mask

I  have been thinking about this for a long time, so I have decided to  share my ideas of how this pairing is possible. This will be a large  text but I hope you enjoy. I'm  going to start with the time between MM and TP. I think that there are  hundreds of years between Majora's Mask and Twilight. I say this  because:

a) The Zoras live  hundreds of years and in Twilight Princess we can see that have passed  many generations of Zoras, because they look very different to the ones  in Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask.

b)  Hyrule has changed too much and it's unlikely that it has happened in  100 years or less. And also I say this because in other games like BOTW,  100 years have passed in Hyrule and almost nothing changed.

So,  the point of this is: It really doesn't matter who OoT Link stayed with  to define the fate of TP Link, since many generations have passed and  therefore, the families has to be separated and too many things could  have happened. I say this because many people think that TP Link being  rancher it's a key factor in determining who stayed with OoT Link, but I  think that it isn't true. And next I'm going to explain my theory of  how TP Link could have ended in Ordon. As  we can see, Link is the only hylian in Ordon so it's very probably that  him or his family weren't from there, like inmigrants. But then, where  is Link's family from? First of all, they have to be from Hyrule because  they are hylians and Ordon is a province. I know a place that appears  in Twilight Princess and it was unoccupied, I´m referring to...  Snowpeak´s Ruins! Why I am saying this? Because it looks that the people  that lived there knew about Ordon, so it wouldn't be unreasonable that  when that place became uninhabitable, they went to live in Ordon. Many  people thought that the Snowpeak's ruins were Ashei's home, but that is  false because Ashei doesn't recognize that place, so other people lived  there and I think that it was Link's family. That would explain why Link  is the only hylian, he isn't the owner of the Ordon Ranch, his house is  separate of the village and he isn't relative to the mayor or the  people in Ordon. Well, now I'm  going to explain how Link have Epona and he knows the Epona's Song. And  it's easy to explain. The first point is that isn't necessary that TP  Epona be descendant of OoT Epona, think of this, it´s an animal and we  can found many horses of the same color, so it´s easy to think that Link  or his family found it in any place. Other posibility is that Epona has  its own spirit that reappears at different times, like Link and Zelda  and even other characters. Or we can think in a situation similar to TP  manga, where is mentioned that Epona isn't a mare of the ranch and in  reality is a mare from the militia, in this case, like an heritage from  the people that lived in the Snowpeak's ruins. Now about Epona's song, I also thought in different possibilities:

1. OoT  Link taught that song to his descendence. In Majora's Mask we see that  Romani teaches Link that song and he remembered it. It's easy to think  that he do the same thing with his children and more if he has the   Ocarina of Time and Epona.

2. Malon  taught that song to other people, because she sang that song all the   time and for sure many people visited the ranch. What if that song   became sort of popular in Hyrule? And that is how Link's family heard   that song. Or what if a descendant of Malon taught that song to a   descendant of Link? We can use all of our imagination.

3. Epona's song in Twilight Princess is only the reuse to the soundtrack and isn't very relevant.

I think that I already talked all about TP Link, now I'm going to talk about OoT Link. I'm  going to start when he went back in time. We know that Link told Zelda  and the royal family about everything that happened in Ocarina of Time,  I'm not going to talk about that very much, but I'd like to cite the  intro of Majora´s Mask: " In the land of Hyrule, there echoes a legend. A  legend held dearly by  the Royal Family tells of a boy... A boy who,  after  battling evil and  saving Hyrule, crept away from the land that  made him a legend...  ". With this we can realize that the royal family  knew about Link's feats and with this he gained the trust of the royal  family. Also we can see this when Zelda give him the Ocarina of Time and  when she mentions:   "I'll never forget the days we spent together in  Hyrule...". That means that Link and Zelda got along very well and  probably the royal family approved this. They were so close that even  Zelda mentions: " And I believe in my heart that a day will come when I  shall meet you again...  ". With all of this, it's sure that Link and  Zelda met again after Majora's Mask and probably it was a very happy  meeting. Also, I don´t see impossible that they have been able to  develop something more than a friendship after a time. Now  I'm going to talk about Hero's Shade. We see that he has an armor, so  probably he became a knight so for sure he spent so much time in the  castle and he was able to spend a lot of time with Zelda. And also I  noticed something interesting about his armor. It looks fancy and it´s  very similar to the Magic Armor that we see in TP, which coincidentally  looks like a male version of Zelda's clothes. It can be a proof that  indicates that OoT Link became noble or royality. Other  thing that I found interesting from Hero's Shade are the Howling  Stones, which have Sheikah symbols. It´s know that the Sheikah are very  closely to the royal family, so the fact that Link uses these stones to  pass his songs and skills means that he was close to the Sheikah and  this can be possible if he ended up being part of the royal family. Here  is where I'm going to relate the Snowpeak's ruins with Link and Zelda  from OoT. The Snowpeak´s looks like their owners were militaristic, a  fact that we can relate to Hero's Shade, and we see that is a luxury  mansion but there is something most important that we can relate with  Zelda and it is... there are symbols in the mansion that also appears in  Hyrule Castle. So... that indicates that the owners of that mansion are  related to the royal family. My think about this is: Any descendant of  Link and Zelda from Ocarina of Time lived there.  I think that Link and  Zelda or any of their decendents could have had at least two children,  one of them would inherit the crown while the other could become more  independent and give rise to the family that lived in the Snowpeak's  ruins. My conclusion about all of this is: The  Hero of Time and Princess Zelda could end up together after the events  of Majora's Mask. They had children, one of them would inherit the  throne along with their offspring, meanwhile any descendant built the  mansion from the Snowpeak and lives there with his family.  Unfortunately, a catastrophe occurred which caused them to go live to a  more peaceful place, which would be Ordon. It took many years for the  families to separate long enough to give birth to Link and Zelda from  Twilight Princess, to such an extent that the blood bond between them  has been lost.

I think that is  all. I hope you liked it. And if you have more ideas for this beautiful  pairing, I invite you to write them in the comments. Zelink 4ever  <3!!!

Note: English isn´t my native language, so I'm sorry if anything is badly written n.n"

[spankpjm]

Hi..first i want to say i love ur blog and ur opinions.i like how u explain things... thankyou for that.

I want to talk about...first..do u really believe jikook is real or u just like to ship them bcz they look good together??

Second i want to talk about...let's guess we proved right one day tht yes they are a couple...do u think they hve any future??like a normal couple??...i mean if they both actually decide one day that they want to stay with eachother forever...than they can't hide from people 4ever right??at some point they have to tell evryone to live openly...i really want them to stay with each other always...but it's really tough in reality. What if after disband...their love changed? They really look amazingly magical together...m sorry to say this but i really can't picture them both with any other person (male or female) and its not cuz i love any one them romantically or that it's just my fantasy...it's cuz they look strong AF together and really believe they can change the perspective of people on love...that gender is not important..

But their happiness is first to me...so with whoever they end up with in future... together or not..i wish them happiness...

And again i love ur blog. Thanku.

Thank you so much anon 💜 I appreciate you!

Well it’s a given that they look good together but that’s expected when when two men are just absolutely STUNNING! I don’t ship them because they look good together tho I do it because they literally give me butterflies when they’re together when they interact. I can say yess I do think they’re actually together, just by all the things they’ve done and all the things they’ve showed us, but that’s my opinion I won’t run around telling everyone that I know they’re together because well we don’t know for sure lol. I can relate to you when you say you don’t imagine them with anyone else because me either but maybe that’s because we’re so used to seeing them together, their bond is so magnetic, it’s like watching a firework show that’s how i describe it lol. Also yesss i do see it working out for them and i do see them being together for a long long time if not forever, i know they live in a homophobic place BUT that doesn’t mean gay couples don’t exist there, and they don’t necessarily ever have to come out to us they could be 40 living together and we would just know, they wouldn’t need to tell us, after they disband i think it would actually be easier for them to be together because then they wouldn’t have to hide at all (not that they’re good at hiding now 😂) but you know they’ll be more at peace, even if they decide to work on projects separately my thoughts are they made it work this long why wouldn’t it continue to work?

[longlivthemagic]

christmases when you were mine (byler) (or byeler u do u ig)

hello hoez and bros and mistletoes i decided that this festive season needed some byler angst sO here’s a christmas au. It’s a mess and kinda sad and all over the place but hey !! oh well. Also the spacing is weird st the end because I hit the limit oops

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Please take down the mistletoe

Because I don't want to think about that right now

Mike sat alone on the steps while the rest of his family hastily got Christmas dinner prepared. As he turned, he saw his aunt and uncle meet under the mistletoe. He quickly snapped his gaze away back towards the window.

“Miiiike,” Will chuckled, rolling his eyes at his best friend, “It’s cold. I think the boys are done wrapping our gifts now.”

“One more minute? I don’t know how much longer I can stand in there listening to them argue over Star Treck.” Mike looked at Will, who looked adorable in Mike’s jacket. Not that he would ever tell him that. “Fine. You win.”

Will smiled and ran on to the door, waiting for Mike before opening it. As he did so, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and El all suspiciously were leaning against the wall a few feet away.

“What are y-“ Mike has started, but was quickly interrupted by Max, who coughed loudly and pointed up to above them.

There hung a newly placed mistletoe, which was not there when they had gone outside.

“I- uh-“ Mike started, but was once again interrupted (except this time he didn’t mind) with Will cupping his face and planting a soft kiss on him. He kissed back after the original shock wore off, and Will pulled away with a small embarrassed grin and face red.

That was only two years ago, when they were 15. Mike desperately wished he could go back to those days, with the cuddling and the hugs from behind. But he couldn’t. And it was his fault.

My momma's in the kitchen, worrying about me

Season's greetings, hope you are well

Well I am doing alright

If you were wondering

Lately I can never tell

Nothing felt real to Will. This was his first Christmas without Mike since he was 6. He felt empty, and it showed. Joyce and Hopped were whispering in the kitchen about what to do with him, but he tuned them out.

No matter what had happened two months ago, Will would always wish the best for Mike. And he hated that about himself, so much. He wished that he could just be mad, but he could never bring himself to be. He was more mad at himself than anything.

Was he not good enough?

Did Mike actually care about him?

He didn’t know. Aimlessly, he wandered around the living room.

After awhile, Mike had stopped showing up to his door every day begging to see him. He stopped showing up at all. To their lunch table, to their club meetings, and even to Lucas’s birthday party.

“Mike was supposed to be here two hours ago.” Dustin solemnly stated, staring at his hands. “I’m sorry Lucas, I don’t think he’s coming.”

“He’s your best friend- of course he’s coming.” Will hopefully replied, anxiously glancing at the door. He had been dreading seeing Mike all day, but had mentally prepared himself enough so he wouldn’t break down when he saw him.

“No, he’s not coming. And he shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have even invited him.” Lucas muttered, angrily throwing a cushion at the door.

“Don’t say that-“ Max calmly stated, giving Lucas a sorrowful look.

“No! He deserves it, after what he did to Will. Cheated on him on their meet-a-versary?” Lucas took a seat next to Will defensively. Lucas had always been protective of him and his feelings, and he was not very forgiving towards Mike after he found out about it.

“He was drunk, I guess. It’s okay. I just- this day is about you, Lucas.” Will replied, smiling easy but gently at him. It broke his heart to talk about. But what broke his heart even more was that Mike was distancing himself from everyone else too, and the Party was thrown into the whole mix.

“Do you wanna call him?” El muttered softly from behind Will.

Will felt his eyes water, and he turned to face her. “I don’t wanna talk to him- or about him. Ever again.”

I have been doing fine without you, really

Up until the nights got cold

Eleven nodded and hugged Will quickly before making her way back to the kitchen. Will turned to the window to see that it was snowing.

He had hated snow ever since the Shadow Monster, but Mike— no. He wasn’t thinking about him.

Or maybe he was. Maybe he always was.

Maybe, just maybe, he missed Mike’s long hugs, his cozy sweaters he would borrow, the never ending cuddles, and the warm fuzzy feeling that engulfed him whenever Mike would hold his hand.

Mike had kept him warm, but now he had no choice but to wear his own itchy sweater and hug himself as he sat on the floor against the couch, reminiscing.

When you were putting up the lights this year

Did you notice one less pair of hands

Mike had somehow managed to slip out of the house after Holly had broken his mother’s favorite china. Now he walked along the side of the road, heading down the familiar path to Will’s house.

As he trotted along, he noticed Christmas trees hanging in every window. There were lights on every house, lighting up the block, and for a second, he could see him and Will a year ago, giggling as they tried to set up decorations.

“3,2,1, go!” Mike yelled, lifting Will on his shoulders so that the small boy could set the star on top of the tree.

Will, after almost knocking over the tree, managed to place the star in an acceptable position and hopper down, hugging his taller boyfriend.

“Light time?” Will mumbled into Mike’s sweater. Mike mumbled a ‘mhm” and reluctantly pulled away, grabbing a box full of rainbow lights.

The two boys laughed and yelled, “Representation!” Every time they hung up a set of the colorful lights. They had managed to spell out W + M 4ever with them in Will’s living room.

He wished they had been right, and it would’ve been forever. It could’ve been, maybe, if Troy hadn’t threatened to hurt Will if Mike didn’t break things off. He shouldn’t have listened to him, and he knew that, but he was worried. Now his lie had dug him a grave, and ruined everything good in his life.

It ruined Will.

I know this should not be a lonely time

But there were Christmases when I did not wonder how you are tonight

Because there were Christmases when you were mine

Mike now found himself at the Byer’s driveway. Knocking would be weird, and he didn’t want to upset Will. He just wanted to make sure he was okay.

Maybe for selfish reasons too, as Mike knew that seeing Will might make him feel a little less lonely.

He dragged himself over to the living room window, where he saw Will crying against their old beaten down sofa. His heart immediately shattered. He wondered if something had happened, or if this was his doing.

Mike started crying too at some point, and he and Will made eye contact. Now he broke Will’d heart and managed to creep him out. Good job, Micheal. Will shot up in surprise and wiped his eyes, frowning in concern and opening his window.

Mike considered climbing inside, and telling Will he was sorry and that he lied to protect him. But he also considered the possibility that if he did that, he could hurt Will even more. He deliberated for a second before opening his mouth to speak.

“Merry-“ he hiccuped, embarrassingly looking down. “Merry Christmas, Will.”

[milomeepit]

Virgil’s Birthday

Prompt: So headcannon where the sides are all talking about special dates ((birthdays, anniversaries, etc)) and Patton goes, “Hey, Virge, when’s your birthday?” and he gets all quiet before just saying it, and horror just fills their faces as they realize it was forgotten a week ago https://chemically-imbalanced-romance.tumblr.com/post/168974544071/so-headcannon-where-the-sides-are-all-talking

Relationships: Platonic LAMP (Maybe Analogical at the end if you squint?)

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Patton stretched up on his tiptoes, trying to reach up to the top of the window. He huffed in frustration and strained to hang the end of the banner on the hook attached to the wall. What he wouldn’t give to have the extra six inches to be Virgil’s height. “Roman?” He called, half-turning towards the kitchen.

“You need some assistance there?” Roman grinned as he meandered over.

Patton pouted. “I can’t reach. Can you get a ladder or something?”

“Psh, I can do better than that!” Roman proclaimed. He swooped forwards, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist and lifting him up.

Patton squeaked in surprise, then quickly hooked the banner onto the wall. “There!”

Roman set him down and nodded. “It looks good!”

Virgil glanced up from his spot on the couch. HAPPY MEW YEAR! the banner read. Cartoon cats with party hats were on either end, and he chuckled at the pun. “Nice one, Patton.”

“Indeed, it shall suffice for the celebration,” Logan agreed. He sat at the kitchen table, carefully drawing out a schedule for the new year. Papers, rulers, and pencils littered the surface around him.

“Yaaaaay!” Patton grinned, clasping his hands together and bouncing up and down excitedly.

“So, what’s on the agenda for 2018 so far, Specs?” Roman asked, coming up behind Logan and clapping a hand on his shoulder.

Logan jumped at the sudden touch, frowning up at Roman. “Well, first of all, we need to work out resolutions-”

“Because that went so well last year,” Virgil said dryly.

Logan cleared his throat and continued. “Then of course, there’s Patton’s birthday, Valentine’s Day, Memorial Day, your birthday, Independence Day, Labour Day, Halloween, my birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Now, naturally, I believe we should be focusing on staying organised in the new ye-”

“Wait!” Patton interrupted, shooting over the the couch and flopping down next to Virgil. “You forgot Virgil’s birthday!”

Logan blinked, looking closer at his schedule, and frowned again. “... I have indeed. My sincere apologies, Virgil. I’ll add it immediately.”

Virgil sighed, cupping the back of his neck. “N-nah, it’s fine, guys. Don’t worry.”

“C’mon, Gloom N’ Doom, we couldn’t forget about you!” Roman insisted.  

“Virgil, what’s your birthday, kiddo?” Patton smiled at him.

“It’s, uh...” Virgil licked his lips, nervous. “My birthday’s December 19th.”

The room went silent for a few seconds, and he regretted saying anything. He closed his eyes, curling up tight. There he went again, spoiling the mood. God, couldn’t he keep his mouth shut-

“We missed your birthday?” Patton whispered, horror clear in his voice as he gently touched Virgil’s shoulder.

“It’s fine, guys, don’t worry about it,” He murmured dismissively, unable to meet Patton’s eyes.

“It most certainly is not fine!” Roman shook his head. “Virgil, we are very sorry-”

“It’s fine,” Virgil snapped, shaking off Patton’s hand and standing. “Just drop it, okay?” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “... I’m going to bed.”

“It’s 4pm,” Logan glanced at his watch.

“I’m tired.” Without another word, Virgil disappeared up the three steps leading from the common area into the hallway.

“... Uh oh,” Roman sighed.

“Oh nooooooooo, we have to do something, guys!” Patton rushed over, grabbing onto Roman’s sleeve.

“Absolutely.” Logan agreed. “The only question is what? We clearly wouldn’t want to overwhelm him if he’s already not feeling great about it.”

“Buuut, it needs to be something special. Something... that just screams Virgil...” Roman mused.

“I’m gonna start making a cake!” Patton announced, sprinting to the kitchen. “Do you guys think chocolate would be good? Oooh, maybe devil’s food. Or black forest?”

“I think I remember Virgil saying he liked cherries,” Logan replied, setting aside the schedule and pulling up another piece of lined paper. “Roman, can you help me brainstorm some movies that Virgil might like?”

“Top of the list, Black Cauldron. Hmm...” Roman tapped on his chin. “The Hunchback of Notre Dame might be good as well. Return to Oz, perhaps?”

“All those suggestions sound really good!” Patton grinned. “How about Fantasia?”

“Fantasia? For Virgil?” Roman didn’t sound convinced.

“Well, sure! He likes music a lot. The animation is gorgeous. It’s right up his alley!” Patton explained.

“True, true... I’ll write it down,” Logan nodded.

Meanwhile, as the three older Sides talked, Virgil was pacing back and forth in his room. Good job, dumbass, you upset them all. God, why do you even bother? It’s not worth it anyway. You’re not worth it. Even if they did do something, you would have said or done the wrong thing.

His hands nervously raked through his hair.

You’re just fucking everything up again. They’re gonna hate you for not wanting to participate.

His fingers tightened into fists, pulling at the roots of his hair.

theyhateyoutheyhateyoutheyhateyoutheyhateyou

He sunk down into his bean bag, shaking. He tried to focus on his breathing. He could see the danger signs, see that he was standing right on the edge of a meltdown. The air was thick and heavy, hard to heave into his burning lungs. He couldn’t. Not right now. He couldn’t call the others to help. He couldn’t do it right now.

hecouldntcouldntcouldntcantdoanythingcantevensuffocateright

He shuddered, lurching forward off of the bean bag and crawling towards his bed. He snatched the Eeyore plush off of his bed- a gift from Patton- and clung to it desperately.

See, Patton gave me this, Patton cares, they care. They care. They care. He repeated to himself silently as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

He didn’t know how long he sat there, curled awkwardly on the ground, silently crying until his eyes seemed to run dry. Minutes? Hours? Time seemed static, unchanging, within his little bubble of misery.

Well, aside from the sun going down outside his window, but that was an illusion anyway.

A soft knock on the door shook him out of his blank trance. He leapt to his feet, scrubbing at his face quickly with his hands. “Yeah, what is it?” He called, doing his best to sound nonchalant.

“Hey, there, buddy...!” Roman’s voice was cheery, suspiciously so.

“... Can I help you, Princey?” Virgil rolled his eyes, gently setting Eeyore down on the bed before he trudged over to the door. He stood before it with his arms crossed, not yet opening it.

“So, Logan wanted some help with planning the next few videos and he wanted to see if you had any input?”

Virgil stiffened. Of course. Even after earlier, a small part of him had been quietly hoping that they would ignore him, make a big deal out of it, do something special. He viciously crushed the thought. He had told them to drop it, they had. He should be happy they did as he asked.

Not that they understand what you want because you never fucking talk to anyone.

idiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiot

“Y-yeah, sure. I’ll be out there in a sec.” He replied, glancing at himself in the mirror and frowning. His eyeshadow was smudged to hell and back.

“Excellent!” There was a pause. “Out of curiosity, do you like cherries?”

Huh? “I mean, they’re okay, I guess.” Virgil shrugged as he began to clean up his face. “Why? We doing a fruit video or something?”

“Yeah, something like that. Just curious.”

Virgil set down his makeup, then opened the door. Roman was leaning against the wall across the hall, a thoughtful look on his face. “Gee, you almost look like you have a brain,” Virgil said sarcastically.

“Surprisingly, it does exist,” Roman laughed.

Virgil snickered. “You’re a dork, you know that?”

“And proud of it!” Roman extended a hand and grinned. “Virgil, do you trust me?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “I mean, you asking honestly or...?”

“Shut up and close your eyes, Mr Secretary of Nagriculture.” Roman grabbed his hand. “I promise not to trip you up.”

“Oh gee,” Virgil snorted, closing his eyes, “I feel safer already.”

Roman led him down the hallway, dodging around the pot plant next to Patton’s door. “Okay, gonna stop just before the stairs, alright?”

“Sure?” Virgil frowned.

He heard hushed whispers, a giggle from Patton, and Logan sighing. He strained, trying to hear what they were saying.

“Are you ready, Virgil?” Patton asked, suddenly much closer to him.

He jumped slightly. “Uh... yes?”

“Open your eyes and come on in, then!”

Virgil cracked open his eyes and took a step forward, onto the middle stair.

He was suddenly assaulted by party horns, confetti, and a spray of silly string onto his chest. He yelped and jumped, losing his balance. His foot slipped off the stair and he landed with a thump on the wooden floor.

“Oh, gosh, are you okay?” Patton tossed his party horn to the side, kneeling down next to Virgil.

Virgil looked around the room, speechless. Black, purple, and grey streamers were hung from the ceiling, draping down like cobwebs. A dark purple tablecloth had been thrown over the dining table, where a large purple and black iced cake sat. Even from his spot on the floor, he could see the dark glazed cherries in a ring on the top. Balloons bobbed up from each chair, with more tied to weights dotted around the edge of the room.

What caught his attention most, however, was the large, bright banner hanging across the top of the window. Happy Birthday, Kiddo! It read in bold, colourful writing, with his purple stormcloud on each end.

“Patton... your banner. You worked so hard to hang that up,” He mumbled.

“Oh, shucks, I can hang that up again with some help!” Patton waved a hand, laughing.

“I...” Virgil put a hand over his mouth, unable to say anything else. Tears pricked at his eyes.

Oh great yes go on cry theyll just think youre even more pathetic go on virgil start up the pity party thats all this anyway they just feel sorry for your stupid ass youre so needy

“Virgil, are you alright?” Logan asked, stepping closer, concern etched into his face.

Virgil opened his mouth, his hand still loosely touching his face, but nothing came out. The tears began to overflow from his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks, fat and hot, and he choked out a sob.

Roman threw his can of silly string over his shoulder and dropped to his knees in front of Virgil, expression worried. “Hey, hey...” He said soothingly, taking Virgil’s free hand and squeezing it gently.

Logan sat on his other side. “What’s wrong, Virgil?” He asked, his voice soft.

Virgil sniffled, waving his hand at the decorations, the cake, everything. “I-I don’t...” He struggled, swallowing another sob. “I don’t deserve any-any of this...”

Patton’s eyes started welling up. “Vir-gil!” He exclaimed with a huge smile. “Of course you do! You are perfect and special and wonderful!” He threw his arms around Virgil’s shoulders, almost knocking the featherweight Side onto his back.

“Indeed you are. There’s nobody else than all three of you who I would want by my side in life’s great adventures!” Roman proclaimed grandly, beaming at him.

Logan paused for a few seconds before speaking. “You’re vital. Both to Thomas’ functioning... and to us. We wouldn’t be... us without you.” He said slowly. “We... love you, Virgil.” He laid a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

theydontmeanittheyhateyou

Virgil sniffled again, ignoring the voice in his head for the first time that day. He had solid proof. The lingering smell of baked goods. Patton’s hug, his glasses pressed awkwardly against Virgil’s cheek. Roman’s grip on his hand, warm and solid and soft and comforting. Logan’s gentle, subtle, touch, soothing in it’s own way.

“I-I love you guys, too.” He smiled.