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sleepychai · 7 years ago

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Virgil x Shy Witch!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: @companionjones Alright so this is going to sound really weird but Virgil x F!Reader where she’s a witch that comes into Thomas’s mind and meets Virgil in his room? She’s really soft spoken.

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You rushed around the corner, barely managing to keep your balance as the sound of heavy feet draws near. You huffed out in exhaustion but continued to push yourself as his voice boomed throughout the hallways, and his thundering steps nearing closer. You raced past a corner and darted into the nearest room before closing the door shut. You slapped a hand over your mouth to quieten the sound of your erratic breathing.

You listened to the footsteps as they pound past the door followed by more angry shouts. You backed away slowly from the door and started pacing the dimly lit room.

“What the hell did I just get myself into?” You whispered harshly to yourself. “Where am I and what on earth is this place? Why is Prince here? Does he live here? What kind of magic did I use?” You finished by staring at your pale green skin before you continued your pacing with fingers massaging your temples.

“Holy shit what kind of mess did I get into?”

“Whatever it is it’s spiking up your anxiety.” A cold voice intervened your personal rant from behind you.

You gasped and whipped your head around to find a dark clothed figure with dark eye shadow and vibrant purple hair. It looked like a darker, a MUCH darker version of Roman.

You instantly backed yourself up to the nearest corner. If you could merge yourself into the walls, you would. Your heartbeat and breathing had increased with every second that passed, your body began to shake with fear and questions zoomed around your mind wondering if the figure would kill you.

The figure took a step closer to you which only caused you to push yourself against the wall even more. Seeing this, the figure stopped his movements and raised his hands in a gentle and calm manner, almost as if worried you might freak out. You looked into his eyes and see the nervous glint in his eyes and something else. Concerned maybe?

You surveyed his figure, eyeing him with fear, waiting for him to make a move. A tear escaped your eyes without realisation, not going unnoticed by the dark boy.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” He said gently.

Somehow, this brought you comfort and safety, but you have no idea why. You visibly started to relax, your shaking muscles calming down from its panicked state. You brought your hands up to your chest and held them close to you, gripping your hand as to help you calm down.

The boy noticed your calming state and slowly lowered his hands, eyes watching you carefully. You stared at each other, waiting for one to make a move. Eventually you managed to calm down enough to slow your heartrate down slightly.

With a weary voice, the boy spoke up. “Are you ok?”

You only nodded in return, eyes averting away from the boy and gazing at the floor, letting your hat hide your eyes from the boy.

“Is it ok with me asking who you are?” The boy sounded slightly panicked himself, voice quavered a little.

With a quiet and almost inaudible voice, you answer. “M-My name is…(Y/n). (Y-Y/n) (L/n). I am a w-witch…from the kingdom of fan-tasies.” If it wasn’t for the deadly silent room, the boy wouldn’t have heard you.

“You mean you came from Roman’s Imagination?” The boy didn’t sound that frightened, he sounded rather surprised than anything.

You nodded. “P-Prince Roman, he-he has been….cha-chasing me for a-a while.”

Silence overcame the two of you, nothing being heard for several seconds, until his voice spoke up.

“My name is Anxiety.” You looked up at the boy, staring at him. “But you can call me Virgil.”

Virgil had no idea what he was doing. Everything he did was on instincts that he didn’t even knew he had. Instincts he never thought he had. This girl comes barging into his room, almost causing him to have an attack, and suddenly he’s trying to calm her down? What’s so special about her? If it had been anyone else, he probably would’ve pushed them out of the room. Something about her made his heart jump slightly with a new feeling. Something Virgil had never experienced but whatever the feeling was, he seemed to take a strange liking to it.

“Is it ok if I come closer to you?” Virgil just allowed his instincts take over.

You stared at him for a few seconds before silently nodding your head, watching him intently.

Virgil slowly and cautiously took small step towards you as to not to frighten you too much. Really, what had gotten over him? Once he was an arm’s length away, he slowly raised his hands up to yours, only stopping once seeing you flinch. His arms froze in place mid-air between the two of you. You gulped down your nerves and slowly moved your hands away from your chest and towards Virgil’s open ones.

You shakily placed your hands in his, letting the sudden comfort of safety wash over you. Virgil gently grips your hand and rubs his thumbs on the back of your hands.

Your eyes widen and you gasped as a tingling sensation rippled throughout your body. You stared at your hands as they changed from their pale green skin to (s/c) skin. You followed the change as it completely covered you from head to toe. You smiled lightly at the change.

Virgil however, stood there frozen in shock. Unable to process what had just happened. He debated whether to take his hands away from you, afraid that he had done something that you had not wanted but after seeing your reaction, decided against it. So he asked.

“What the hell just happened?”

It took a few seconds for you to come out of your daze to answer him. “M-My skin changed to its na-natural form.”

“Natural form?”

“Yes. Since I am fr-from Prince Roman’s Kingdom, when-whenever he would near me, my skin would ch-change its colour to g-green, th-the stereotypical colour of witches. However, when y-y-you touched me, my…my skin changed, even though P-Prince Roman is still clearly wi-within range.”

Virgil stared as your (s/c) skin with glazed eyes. Again, he had no idea what came over him. A few seconds passed of silent awe over your skin.

“So,” Virgil drawed your attention and you stared into his eyes, making Virgil internally flutter. How did she have so much effect on him?! “Do you have any idea how you ended up here?”

You looked down in deep thought, recalling the events before you appeared here. “I…I remember I was pr-practicing a new spe-spell. B-But the moment I fl-flicked my hand, I was bl-blinded by light. Wh-when my vision re-returned, I ended up h-here. I-I don’t even know wh-where here is.” You looked up at him in question.

“You’re in the mindspace.” Virgil answered, but continued once he saw your confused expression. “You’re in the mind of Thomas Sanders, where his personalities live.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Oh-Oh my god, I’m-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to-!”

“It’s fine.” Virgil had cut you off before another panic attack had a chance to seep into your mind. “Like you said, you were practicing a spell. I don’t think anyone else would’ve mind. Well, except of course Roman.”

“Th-There are other?!”

“In total there’s four. Patton is Morality, he a literal definition of sunshine. Logan is Logic, he’s the logical side of the mind. Roman is Prince, he’s the fantasy side of the mind. An idiot if you ask me. And I’m Anxiety, the personification of worry-wart.”

You stared at Virgil through his explanation. Your panic didn’t settle as you thought about what the others might be like. Would they all be like Roman? Would they want her vanquished and out of here? Or would they be like Virgil? Would they accept you? Thoughts of acceptation were close to disappearing, but Virgil spoke up.

“Don’t worry, we’re not all stupid like Roman. We won’t hate you. Sure it might take Roman a while but we’ll work on that.”

What the hell was Virgil saying?! He would normally vomit and gag in disgust before he even thought about doing anything like this! What made you different from anything else?! Virgil was at a mental loss.

A few seconds passed of just the two of you staring at each other, something glazed in both of your eyes, you knew what it was but you refused to accept it, especially considering how you just met. Virgil’s hands involuntarily tightened around yours, not aggressively but more comfortingly. It washed you with a feeling of safety and awe. Cliché it may be, but it felt like love at first sight, even though both of you refused to accept it.

The silence was abruptly cut as the door had burst opened, so much that it fell off its hinges. Both you and Virgil flinched in fear. There stood an angered Roman with his sword ready.

“YOU!” Roman pointed and shouted towards you, raising his sword and slashing it down seconds later. You only just managed to escape the blade as you vaulted to the other side of the room and slipped down onto the floor, cowering behind the bed. Another yell is heard before a loud thud and crash.

Cautiously, you peek over to the door and catch sight of Roman groaning and struggling to stand up from a broken bookshelf. Virgil stood over him, anger seethed out and around him. He glared down at Roman with fierce eyes and Roman glared at him with shock and anger.

“What on earth are you doing Virgil?!” Roman shouted. He stood up face to face with Virgil, both of them eyeing each other and neither one of them willing to back down.

Then two other people entered the room, both similar in looks. Both had glasses but one had a cardigan tied loosely around his neck and a blue shirt. The other had a black shirt on with a blue tie.

“What is going on here?!” The cardigan man asked in a fatherly tone.

“It seems to be some sort of conflict between the two.” The other explained.

Roman then pointed his finger at you, which caused you to shrink back a bit behind the bed. “Virgil is keeping that wicked witch in his room! She must be vanquished!”

“No she doesn’t she’s afraid and hurt and you’re not making it better!” Virgil argued back.

The other two men, which you concluded to be Logan and Patton, still not sure who’s who, stared at your shivering figure. You whimpered in fear and let the tears brim your eyes, having no energy to stop them from falling.

“She doesn’t belong here! She is a creature of havoc! She deserves to be thrown out on the streets!” Romans words hurt you more than it should’ve. Sure you don’t belong here, but it wasn’t your fault. Besides, you weren’t even apart of the villainous acts that happened throughout the kingdom.

“Roman, maybe you shouldn’t be so harsh on her. How do you know she’s a witch?” The cardigan man questions, slowly approaching Roman.

“Look at her Patton! Her skin is green!” Roman turned to look at you and his face contorted to confusion and horror. “Her…Her skin…It’s (s/c).”

“That’s because in your head you think she’s green when it’s not and because of that her skin turns green whenever your around. And because of me her skin has finally returned to it’s natural colour. Hopefully for good!” Virgil shouts getting closer to Roman in an irritated way.

“She is a witch and she has no right to deserve to live in Thomas’ mind. What if she corrupts him!” Roman argued.

“That would be impossible. She would, however, become an imaginary person for Thomas and act as we do in the mind. But due to her being from Romans dream land, would not have any affect at all on Thomas’ personalities. That is, if we accept her.” Logan explained.

“Well I refuse to accept her! She is a vile creature!” Roman shouted.

“That’s because you’re too stupid to realise that she doesn’t mean any fucking harm!” Virgil screamed.

“That’s enough!” Patton yelled in his fatherly tone, dispersing the fight in seconds. He glared between the two, placing himself between them. “I need an explanation to what is going on here. And no shouting!”

Virgil and Roman glared between themselves and Patton, but they only glared at Patton for a split second before they got shut down by Patton’s own glare.

“This witch here,” Roman begun by pointing to you. “Has infiltrated Thomas’ mind and is bound to cause havoc and wreck upon it.”

“That is not true. You haven’t heard her real story. You haven’t bothered to hear her out.” Virgil begun but stopped after a look from Patton.

Patton then turned his gaze to you. “How about we hear it from you. What happened? How did you come here?” His voice was calm and soothing.

You opened your mouth but only small squeaks and whimpers came out. You placed your hands over your face and brought your knees up to your chest, gasping shallowly for breath. Virgil noticed your silent attack instantly and walked over to you, sitting down and hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. You leaned onto him and enjoyed the strange comfort of his arms.

“She was practicing a spell and somehow teleported here.” Virgil briefly explained.

“How do you know that?!” Roman questioned before being silenced by Patton.

“Unlike you, I actually took the time to listen to her side.” Virgil said.

“Well she doesn’t appear to be a threat.” Logan stated.

“That’s what she wants you to think.” Roman argued but got quickly shut down.

“Well she seems shy and scared so why not give her a chance?” Patton questioned.

“But she is an evil creature.”

“From my perspective she seems harmless.” Logan stated.

“That’s because you haven’t seen her true power!”

“Well I say we give her a chance. Besides, she will hardly have any magic any way whilst in the mind space.”

“I agree. I’m sure Thomas will be fine with it as well.” Patton agreed to Logan then turned to you and Virgil, giving you both a smile, even though your form is still silent and shivering.

“Well I refuse to accept her!” Roman shouted.

“Actually Roman, it’s three personalities against one. And I’m sure as hell that we’re stronger than you so we are giving her a chance whether you like it or not.” Virgil growled, still holding your figure. You peeked your head up and stared into Virgil’s eyes, only finding comfort and protectiveness.

Stares exchange between the sides, minds seemingly having a battle between them. Patton then gasped and clenched his fist.

“Ok, Roman get out of the room. Leave them be and if I even see you flinch at her I will ground you.” He threatened as he begun to usher them out. “I need to go to Thomas and calm him down. Roman you can join me since it’s initially your fault.”

Roman huffed and begun to complain but was silenced by Patton hard glare. He groaned and followed him out along with Logan, who touched the door and instantly it had fixed itself.

Virgil shuffled and side hugge you, cradling you side to side. You leaned your head on his chest and clung onto his shirt, enjoying the comfort that it brought. Virgil smiled at you and propped his chin on your forehead. He slowly took off your hat and begun to stroke your hair. You sighed in content and leanned your whole body on him. Soon enough, Virgil had you in cradled in his lap. He didn’t mind though, for some reason.

Soon enough you feel asleep, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating against his chest.

I’m so sorry if this was bad. I’m still a bit confused on how to do sides x readers but I hope this was okay. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted.

~Shadow

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tricia-swritingcorner · 6 years ago

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A Helping Hand (Virgil Sanders)

~Alya Brant's POV~

'Yay another day in Hell, how exciting.' Slipping on my satchel strap I was oh so excited to go through another day of torment, yeah school was practically a literal spawn of Satan in my eyes. The student body was made up of idiots who hated what they either didn't understand or couldn't control, a lot of the regular teachers were glorified children given authority, and the staff was made up of entitled pompous cunts. Granted there were a few teachers who were nice but more often than not they get chased off by parents who are just as bad as their kids. Honestly, I knew why my parents sent me here and that was because they wanted me at a school that might teach me "discipline" even though I wasn't a bad kid. They thought my love for musical theater was a virus and if they didn't pull me away from my little sister, the star athlete of the family, I would be her downfall...and they called me a drama queen.

Locking up my duplex I couldn't help but overhear a rather loud conversation as four boys stood outside the duplex next to mine, seemingly in their own little world. Ignoring them quite easily I headed out to the sidewalk, noticing how they seemed to be waiting for one more. Knowing full well that they were new to the area when I spotted the last one I was a little surprised to see him in dark purple with his hood up and his headphones on. 'I guess when they moved that one took it the hardest.' Heading towards the high school I attended I was actually glad that my parents let me choose where I lived since it let me choose a duplex complex less than half a mile from the school they were sending me to. Placing my headphones over my ears I let myself get lost in my music as I walked to school, namely to distract me from what might happen today. You see the vice principal at my school decided to have me show a few new students around since I guess she thinks it's time that I get at least one new friend after having little social interaction for the past two years.

Silently walking into the school, I was going to go to the library since school didn't start for another twenty minutes however I spotted a familiar group of popular kids just standing in right in front of the library entrance. It's typically known that I study every morning in the library so that was probably why they were there, just so they could mess with me even earlier in the day. Taking a deep breath, I turned around to go to Student Services but of course one person noticed me despite the fifteen-yard distance. "There she is, Alya!" Stopping in my tracks I tried to take one more step but since the popular kids kind of consisted of football players and cheerleaders one of them managed to wrap their arm around my shoulders before I could leave. Getting spun around I didn't even bother to make it seem like I was happy to see any of them, especially since they were probably going to try to get me to do their homework which I constantly refuse time after time.

"Hey Alya, how's it going? What's with that bitch face? We just want to hang out with our class valedictorian." Raising an eyebrow at the "queen bee" of the school I knew where she was going with this, she wanted me to “help” her out on an assignment. Removing the one jock's arm from my shoulders I gave her a dead pan, as a way to silently say, "bitch I'm not stupid." Still giving me her shitty ass grin I decided not to give them another weak excuse and instead simply left, hearing the sound of their snickers as I walked away.

'You fooled me once by doing that, now it's just annoying.' Slipping into the Student Services office I was not surprised to see the group of five that were at my duplex earlier. Giving a silent wave to the woman at the front desk who I think didn't really pay much attention my way I went right to Ms. Olivier's office which, other than the woman, was empty like usual.

"Ah Ms. Brant, I assume you are here to meet the boys you will be showing around. Come with me they're right outside." Keeping the door open for her to exit I allowed Ms. Olivier to exit first while I trailed behind her. As soon as she entered the main area of Student Services four out of the five boys stood up while the last one just slouched even more into his seat. "Boys, this is Alya Brant. She is your class' valedictorian and will show you all to your classes. Ms. Brant these are the Sanders. The eldest is Thomas, then Logan, next is Roman, then Patton, and finally the one still sitting is Virgil. I believe each of you has at least one class with Ms. Brant, now off you go." Noticing how each boy had their own hand greeting when their name was spoken I nodded at Ms. Olivier and walked past the boys holding the door open. Making sure each of them passed me their schedule Ms. Olivier was right when she said we each had one class together however all six of us had lunch together.

"Okay so Logan, you and I have the same first period. Roman for first period you have English 4, Thomas you have US Government first, Patton you have AP Psychology, and Virgil you have Digital Design. Follow me and I'll show you guys around, welcome to Cook High School." Taking the time to show the Saunders brothers where each of their classrooms were the bell rang and we all went our separate ways. Since Logan and I had the same first period and I had Calculus I could honestly say that was the only time I was able to be left alone. Taking my seat right as class started and Logan was introduced to the class my teacher noticed that there was an empty seat...right next to me. Before he even sat down, I slipped over my notebook for him to look over.

"Umm is this your notebook?" Nodding my head when Logan tried to give it back to me I help up my hand as a way to say I didn't need it.

"You're going to need it. This teacher doesn't actually teach the subject, he just goes off on tangents about his life every day so I've been teaching myself how to do Calculus. If I were you, I would scan a copy of the notebook and give it back." Nodding his head Logan slipped the notebook into his messenger bag. Taking his seat Logan, along with everyone else in the class, quickly losing interest in what the teacher was spewing out of his mouth. Plugging my own headphones in, I worked on an assignment that I had in my third period Dual Enrollment English class, which I shared with Patton surprisingly enough. Feeling the fifty-five-minute class period fly by when the bell rang everyone shot out of their seats, including Logan whose arm I grabbed as a warning. Waiting thirty seconds the class room looked like a ghost town and I released Logan's arm, grabbing my own bag and walking past him. “Wait thirty seconds, that way you don't get trampled on your way out. You have US Government now, same teacher Thomas had. I'd hurry up if I were you, that teacher locks her door right when the bell rings.” Once again nodding his head I headed out to the Portables where I had AP Psychology which I shared with Roman.

This pattern repeated itself every time I went to class and by lunch I honestly got used to it, besides the jerks in my classes left me alone because they didn’t want to hit any of the new boys. Grabbing my typical lunch of a pb&j and a carton of milk, I went to my seat located outside in the tree I often sat in and I noticed the quintuplets come outside with the gloomy one being the first one to spot me. Bringing over his brothers I raised an eyebrow at their actions before I could ask Thomas answered my unspoken question. “We figured since we don't really know anyone here we wanted to sit with you. How did you get up there anyway?” Shrugging my shoulders I kept eating my sandwich while four of them sat in front of the tree, Virgil easily figured out how to climb up to the branch I typically hanged out on so he came up and sat beside me. For a while they just talked about how their day was and all the tips I gave each of them throughout the day until a very familiar group came around.

“Hiya, I heard we had five new students but I never would have thought they’d be quintuplets. My name is Emilia, nice to meet’cha.” Giving them her always clear fake smile I turned to Virgil and shook my head, she was nothing but trouble. Noticing what I did Emilia gave me smirk before aiming her torment towards me, how wonderful. “Hey there Alya, how are you?” Rolling my eyes at her sickly-sweet tone I glared daggers at her, honestly nothing would give her more joy unless I dropped dead in front of her.

“Oh I’m fine, just lost my appetite so if you want my sandwich have some.” Tossing the pb & j onto the ground at Emilia‘s feet I could tell that pissed her off but she wanted to look good in front of the new kids. Shrugging it off she kicked some dirt over it, still being the happy go lucky she always appeared to be.

“So, would you guys like to come to the pre-Homecoming party? It’s going to be at my place this Friday, you guys interested?” Watching the small group of four look to each other and then at Virgil I could tell very easily that none of them wanted to go anywhere with this bitch. Thomas was the one who spoke up which honestly surprised me a little bit since he was as quiet as a church mouse in Acting.

“I don’t think we’d be interested in that, sorry Emilia.” Watching Emilia‘s face get so red I was honestly expecting her to threaten the group, which would cause me to intervene. Thankfully she just shrugged it off, making my job a whole lot easier but I still had my guard up since I knew Emilia would throw some punches.

“Oh that's okay, there's going to be a lot more parties and it is your first week here, no biggie. I hope you guys come to at least one party. See you guys later.” Waving goodbye to the four boys on the ground when they stopped paying attention to her she gave me a quick glare before turning around and walking towards her little click. Thankfully I don’t have a seventh period so when the bell rings I can go home, I’m not sure about the boys though. Turning to Virgil I gestured for his schedule and saw that he too had no seventh period, which honestly surprised me.

“Hey Virgil how come you don’t have a seventh period?” Taking a closer look at his schedule I was even more surprised to see the acronym OJT, which meant on the job training. The fact that it said that meant that Virgil already had a job even though they just moved here.

“The guidance counselor said that since I get paid to edit Thomas' YouTube channel that counts as a job. The others also have seventh period off as well. By the way did that girl glare at you as she was leaving?" Nodding my head before I could explain why the bell rang before I could open my mouth. Jumping down from the branch with my messenger bag strapped on the boys were a little spooked but were otherwise okay.

"Wonderful entrance dear Alya." Silently thanking Roman for the compliment I made sure everything I needed was in my bag before I gestured for the boys to follow me, since I’m quite certain we lived in the same duplex just on different sides. Grabbing all of their stuff we all headed out of school, and unsurprisingly Mrs. Olivier was waiting at the school entrance most likely to ask the boys how their day was.

"Ah just the group I was looking for, how was your first day of school boys?" Seeing a genuine smile on the principal's face it was a nice change from Emilia's fake smile. With each boy giving the principal their own answer she then turned her attention to me for some reason. "Ms. Bryant, you didn’t by chance toss a half-eaten sandwich at Ms. Foster during lunch, did you?" Rolling my eyes, I shook my head, it was just like Emilia to over exaggerate the details of a non-violent confrontation.

"Of course not Mrs. Olivier, I missed the trash can right next to her and the sandwich landed by her feet. None of the sandwich landed on her person, just on the ground." Raising an eyebrow, she just shook her head and dismissed the matter at hand, thankfully she was used to dealing with Emilia's antics by now. Bowing her head Mrs. Olivier walked past us, returning to the school behind us. Sending her a soft smile I continued walking with the five boys following me close. As they had their own conversations I silently plugged my headphones in and started humming along with "Villain I appear to be" by Connor Spiotto. Enjoying my music, it wasn't until I felt a light tap on my shoulder that I even remembered that the five boys were walking with me. Looking back as I took out my headphones it was Virgil who was trying to get my attention.

"Was that Villain I appear to be by Connor Spiotto?" Nodding my head I was surprised that someone recognized the song just by me humming it.

"Yeah, you recognized it just from my humming? You've got a good ear." Giving me probably the first small smile he's probably given anyone today, he shrugged his shoulders.

"I really don't, I just like that song." Noticing the light blush in his cheeks I laughed lightly and continued walking with Virgil by my side. The others seemed to be talking about what kind of video they were going to make so I didn't really pay attention to their conversation as Virgil and I started talking about the kinds of music that we liked. It didn't take long for us to reach our duplexes and as I was unlocking the door to mine the boys continued talking to each other as four of them entered their own duplex, ready to get to work. However, when I was right about to enter my own home I still felt like someone was right behind me and when I turned around Virgil was still there, fidgeting. Raising an eyebrow I could tell he was uncomfortable in asking if we could continue our conversation in my home so I took the step.

"Would you like come in? I've got some cool games on the Ps4 and I could help you with homework." Seeing a little bit of excitement race through his eyes before he could say anything Patton came out, with a big smile on his face.

"Come on Virgil, we need your help in planning the next video." Grabbing Virgil's arm, Patton practically dragged the poor boy into the house and Virgil couldn't even look at me to give me a silent sorry before the door slammed shut. Sighing softly I entered my own house, despite how quiet and lonesome it typically feels, and simply went to the dining table to get started on homework.

'I'll give it three days, by then everything should go back to normal...joy.' I mentally laughed at myself for thinking maybe I could have some friends, even one would be a leap from my current situation. However, unlike Virgil many of the Sanders seemed to forget that I was there and since that only took less than a day I doubt they'll even remember my name after two days.

~Time skip three days later~

'Three days have passed...and I was completely right, how great.' Exiting my duplex, it was as if the five boys didn't live next door since all I could hear was silence. Granted I was heading out at six in the morning but for the last two days all of them were up and out of their house by the time I was leaving. Thomas met some people in his acting class and three of the four others quickly bonded with his new friends, while the last Sanders just kept close by his brothers. It took no more than two days for things to return to normal and this morning I had this eerie suspicion that Emilia was planning something with her goons. Tucking my key away into my backpack I made sure that my phone and my wallet were in a secret pocket I had sown into my bag before heading towards school. In complete honesty it doesn’t even feel like I ever met the Saunders, which I should be used to by now but I thought I got along with them relatively okay.

Pushing the thought to the back of my mind I noticed a very familiar red car pull up beside with the driver honking their horn, trying to get some kind of reaction from me. When I didn’t give that to them they started revving their engine, which was annoying but I knew who it was so I didn’t care. I wasn't even walking that fast so the fact that this person was keeping up with only meant trouble and I was not in the mood. Finally, the driver rolled down her window and of course it was Emilia, who threw a half full cup of hot coffee at me. Clenching my teeth, I mentally applauded myself for bringing an extra pair of clothes that I kept in my bag in case of a situation like this one. “Oops, sorry Alya. I thought you were a walking dumpster, guess I was right. See you at school~.” Giving me a wink, the bitch sped off towards school, despite being relatively early for a girl like her. Shrugging it off I continued walking and unsurprisingly the outer shell of the school looked normal, though my instincts told me otherwise.

'*sigh* You can do this Alya, you've dealt with everything else they've thrown at you so there is no reason you shouldn't be able to push through whatever they have planned.' Mentally bracing myself I stepped onto school grounds and made my way to my locker...which was covered in red sharpie that spelt out, in very large letters, cunt. Rolling my eyes, I opened it, finding all of my textbooks shredded, and grabbed the special bleach I always keep in my locker should it be defaced. Cleaning up the red marker I thought about changing my shirt but I figured Emilia would probably ruin that one as well. Deciding to simply go sit under the tree I frequent I was stunned when I was met with a defaced piece of wood that was covered in graffiti and trash, along with one piece of paper stapled to the middle. Rushing up to my tree I ripped the note off, seeing a staple still being left in the tree.

"It's funny how you thought we wouldn't deface something you care about if it was on school grounds, you are trash and everything you care about is the same. Hope the cleanup is worth it ^w^." Crumbling up the piece of paper for once I believed that Emilia went too far, I don't care if she goes after me but by trashing the tree she's tried to destroy my one safe zone. Hearing someone giggle behind me I turned around, looking the bitch and her crew with a dead pan face I could see a few of them flinch while Emilia just gave me that arrogant smile she always gave me.

"What? Did I hurt your feelings? It's just a tree, maybe you should give the same care you gave to that piece of bark to a person like a normal human being." Feeling my eye twitch in anger I just silently stared at the group, plotting in my mind what I might do. Emilia didn't seem to like this so she came up to me, seemingly as a way to provoke me even more so than she already had. Once she was in arms reach I grabbed her collar and swung around, slamming her into the trunk of the tree. This caused her to gasp in pain but I didn't care, I was done with her bullshit and I was going to make it known. Her goonies tried to run to her aid however I gave them one fierce look and they instantly cowered in fear of my anger. Turning my attention back to Emilia I could see the fear in her eyes since this was the first time I've ever shown off my strength to anyone, I was a bit of an athlete back in my youth and at the time I enjoyed throwing shit a great distance.

"Okay Emilia, this has to stop. Ever since I arrived at this school all you have done is harass me and destroy the things I either own in my possession or care about and I am sick of it. I don’t want to harm you but if this continues I will not hesitate to do worse than I’ve already done, do you understand me?" Keeping a terrifyingly calm voice all the girl did was nod her head but I wanted her to say that she understood my terms. Grabbing her collar once more I lifted her into the air, her back against the tree. "I want to hear you say it, do you understand me?" Once again nodding her head fervently it looked like she was trying to regain her voice.

"I... I understand, please don't hurt, please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Letting her go as quickly as I picked her up I tossed the note she left on the tree at her before taking my leave. There was no doubt in my mind that by the end of the day I will be called into the Principal's office but in complete honesty I didn't care anymore, having no friends and losing my one safe space would definitely cause a person to snap. Hearing people start to pour into the school I headed to class, spotting Logan already in his seat as he joked with our classmates. He already returned my notebook so I haven’t had to talk with him about anything else. Taking my seat, I could already tell people were talking about Emilia’s visit to the nurse’s office, of course none of them knew it was me who did that to her. As class started the PA system sparked to life, followed by none other than Mrs. Olivier’s voice.

“It has come to my attention that after a tree on campus was defaced somebody attacked the ones responsible and I want it known that whoever did this will be reprimanded justly. If you give yourself up without question I promise you will not be punished harshly, that is all.” Mentally laughing at Mrs. Olivier, I knew she already could tell that it was me, no doubt in my mind. Deciding that I would go to her office after class I kept feeling Logan stare at me, he must have noticed the coffee stains on my shirt. Tapping me he showed me his note book where he had written down a note so our teacher wouldn’t notice anything suspicious.

‘What’s that on your shirt? It looks like coffee.’ Nodding my head to signify that it was I acted like I was taking notes but in truth I was just writing down what Emilia did early this morning, leaving out the tree incident.

‘Emilia tossed her coffee onto me this morning, I haven’t gotten around to changing my shirt but I honestly think she might toss something onto my other shirt.’ Not bothering to look at whatever expression was on his face the period seem to fly by as I explained to Logan what’s been happening to me ever since I came to this school. Hearing the bell ring through the class room I got up from my seat, slowly taking my time to pack up my things. Logan probably noticed this and chose to wait for me for some odd reason, maybe I was a bit hasty in my thinking that the Saunders boys would forget I even existed. Walking alongside me as I exited the room I went to go towards the office which surprised Logan, causing him to be inquisitive.

“I thought you had AP Psychology with Roman, why are you going towards the exit?” Sighing softly I smirked and looked back at him with a sincere look in my eye.

“If I give myself up to Mrs. Olivier I will be punished kinder than if she had to come grab me, you heard the announcement. See you later Logan, maybe I’ll see your brothers later in the day.” Watching both confusion and shock race through his eyes I went to the office where as soon as I entered I spotted Emilia as she cowered in terror of me. The person at the desk quickly took note of that and went to Mrs. Olivier’s office, most likely to tell her that I’ve arrived. Coming out of her office she gave me a look that resembled one of disappointment but also one with relief, as if she hoped I would turn myself in.

“It’s nice to know that you have some sense of guilt Ms. Brant, come inside.” Nodding my head I followed her into her office, where I was most likely going to be given OSS for attacking another student.

‘Worth it.’

~Time skip to lunch & swap to Virgil’s POV~

‘I wonder why Alya wasn’t in Government, she doesn’t seem like the one to skip class.’ Grabbing lunch from the cafeteria when I went out to where Thomas and the others often sit I noticed everything that was still being cleaned off the tree I sat in with Alya on my first day here. Walking up to the tree I heard someone behind me gasp and when I looked back it was Emilia who was staring at the tree in fright, as if something happened to her at the tree. Going back to my brothers they seemed to be talking about something that was in relation to Alya so I sat down silently beside them.

“Apparently this morning while Alya was walking to school Emilia drove by and tossed her coffee onto Alya. When I saw her in class she still had that same shirt on and I asked her if she had a spare or needed one, all she said was that she didn’t want Emilia to ruin another shirt. Then as we left class she headed towards the front office and I asked what she was doing, all she said she believed Mrs. Olivier would give her a lesser punishment if she gave herself up instead of forcing her to seek her out.” Shocked at what Logan was saying that would explain why Emilia would looked at the tree in terror but why would Alya do that? Looking back to Emilia there was no other way to get answers and in all honesty I don’t care what might have happened since all I want to know is the facts. Getting up from my seat I went to the table where the girl was shivering in both fear and pain, Alya must’ve done a number on her. Emilia’s friends noticed me and were none too pleased that I was coming over to talk with the girl who looks like a ghost.

“What do you want Virgil? Can’t you see poor Emilia is traumatized?” Rolling my eyes I gave them a look that pretty much told them to cut the crap.

“Look all I want to know is what you did to make Alya snap like that, nobody does something like traumatize someone else unless they had it coming. Now spill.” Using my deep voice trick Emilia met my eyes, almost as if I reminded her of what happened.

“I-it was a harmless prank I swear, b-but when she saw what we did Alya snapped. She…she grabbed me and slammed me into the trunk of the tree, f-for a drama nerd she’s pretty strong. She made me swear to leave her alone and I will I swear, please don’t hurt me.” Covering her head, I could tell that Alya, even though she didn’t do much, psychologically destroyed Emilia, almost like the girl had tried to do to her. Hearing a gasp, I turned around and spotted Alya coming out of the cafeteria with a lunch tray, headphones in her ears. Seeing no coffee stains on her shirt I could only think that she changed between leaving the principal's office and coming here. Going right to her tree she climbed up to the branch she typically sat on and just sat there in silence. Everyone was surprised to see her and Emilia even fled back into the school, her friends closely following. Walking up to her she sent a glare my way before realizing that it was me and giving me enough space to sit beside her in the tree. Climbing up with ease I sat in front of her, in silence for the first few minutes until Alya got sick of me staring at her and ripped out her headphones.

“Is there something you need Virgil? You’ve been staring at me for a while now.” Taking a deep breath I nodded my head, I needed to know what happened.

“What caused you to snap this morning? I’ve gotten Emilia’s side of the story and now I want yours.” Watching her as she took a deep breath and pocketed her headphones Alya sat up, almost like she was trying to be serious.

“You really want to know why I snapped this morning? It’s because I am sick and tired of people making fun of me for being different. My parents sent me here so I wouldn’t “corrupt” my little sister with my “theater bug”, the pricks at this school didn’t understand that I enjoyed being left alone, and nobody takes a second to question the constant abuse a fellow student is suffering in front of them! I’ve been holding in this anger for three years and that is why I snapped, there’s your answer. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going home, I’m going to need a bit of rest for when tomorrow comes because I’m pretty sure Emilia’s parents are going to try to sue me when they find out what happened this morning.” Slipping her bag over her shoulder Alya hopped off the branch, in a very similar fashion to how she hopped off on Monday. Landing with ease she plugged in her headphones again and headed off to the school’s exit. I honestly felt bad for what’s happened to her, her own family expelled her from their house just because she liked theater and her own peers have treated her like an outcast for the past three years for the exact reason of her enjoying solitude. Personally, I understood how she felt and I wanted to help her but I don’t know how.

‘Maybe I can get the others to help me help her out.’ Hopping down from the tree right as the bell rang I jogged over to where my brothers were sitting with Thomas’ friends they all seemed to be ready to go but they still waited for me. Grabbing my bag we all started walking back to our duplex and for a while they were talking about their classes before I brought up what I really wanted to do.

“Hey guys, what do you think about Alya?” Stopping in their tracks I saw a bit of confusion run through their eyes before Logan was the first one to open his mouth.

“Well I think she is a passionate young woman who has had to deal with many hardships, why do you ask Virgil?” Sighing softly I fidgeted with my hands before thinking up a good answer.

“I just…I want to help her out, she’s not that different from me back when I shut myself off from the world. You guys helped me so why don't we help her?" Hoping the others liked my idea it took them a couple of seconds before agreeing with me, talking amongst themselves to try to find a way to get through to Alya. Remembering back on the first day we met I recalled how she mentioned video games, maybe that might work. Continuing our walk home when we reached our duplex I noticed that the curtain in front of the dining room window was pulled back, giving anyone a chance to look into Alya's home. Spotting her at the table she looked to be very serious, working on something on her computer. Patton, coming outside to pull me in, noticed that I was just staring at her in silence even though a clap of thunder rumbled through the air. Sighing softly he put a hand on my shoulder, effectively breaking me out of my trance.

"You care about her, don't you? That's why you want to help her so badly." Blushing heavily I shook my head, trying to make it seem like he was wrong.

"N-no, I just don't want her to turn out like I did before you guys helped me. That's all this is." Brushing past him I entered the house, going right to the games that we've bought for our PS4. Noting that about three of them were multiplayer I made a mental note of that and then checked the fridge for any snacks, thankfully there were several different snacks. Knowing that I should wait a day before doing anything I grabbed my Government homework and went to my copier, Alya probably doesn't know about the work she missed today in class. Once that was done I went downstairs and out to her front door, not bothering to tell the others what I was doing. Knocking on the door there was a couple of seconds of silence before I could hear someone moving around inside and come to the door, swinging it open with a tad bit of disregard. Seeing Alya standing there in her pajamas I blushed softly before going to hand her the work I had copied for her, trying to keep my mind on track.

"I...I thought you might need this, it’s today’s assignment from gov.” Handing her the papers she silently thanked me before going to close the door to which I couldn’t think of a reason for her to keep it open. Bidding me good night I did the same and went back to my duplex, too embarrassed to tell my brothers what happened. Going straight to my room I rested my back against the door as my anger started to set in, I am such an idiot. Feeling the urge to punch something relatively solid I turned and threw a right hook at the wall beside me. Watching my fist as it went through the wall I yanked it out and stomped around my room before someone came up and entered the room on the other side of the wall,

“Hey! Who the hell is making holes in the wall?!” Shocked to hear her voice there was a sudden banging as I think she ran up the stairs into the room next to mine.

“Oh, it’s you Virgil. I hope you know that I’m going to make you fix the wall.” Seeing Alya on the other side of the hole I felt so embarrassed and gave her a nod of my head, I could not be any more idiotic. Hearing her sigh, I didn’t hear her leave the room, I only heard her flop onto a soft surface and when I looked through the hole I was shocked to see that I had punched a hole into Alya’s bedroom. Blushing heavily, I felt so bad for what I had just done and just flopped onto my own bed, face first. Wallowing in my own self-pity I started hearing someone start strumming a guitar, trying to figure out how to tune it. Looking through the hole I was a little surprised to see Alya with a rather surprising electric guitar, one that I’ve been wanting to get for myself. Keeping my mouth shut for a little bit as I watched her struggle right before she practically tossed the wonderful instrument I raised my voice.

“H-hey do you need help tuning that guitar?” Noticing how surprised she was when I spoke up we had a bit of a staring contest before she shrugged her shoulders and gestured for me to come over. Quickly heading downstairs I didn’t bother to tell my brothers what was happening before I went out the door and went straight to Alya’s front door. Opening the door for me to enter she had already brought down her guitar for me to help her tune it and in all honesty I wasn’t even thinking about the fact I had been kinda spying on her through the hole in the wall I accidentally created. Noticing how she took a seat on the couch I sat across from her and silently asked for her to hand the instrument. Tuning it like I always did with my old acoustic I was relieved to see that it was the same style (please don’t kill me if I’m wrong, I don’t own a guitar) Handing the now tuned guitar back to her she smiled brightly when she struck a cord and found that it was perfectly in tune.

“Wow Virgil, you really know your way around a guitar. Thanks for coming over and helping me out, I’m sorry I was a little bitchy towards you earlier. It’s been a rough day.” Nodding my head, I knew exactly what she meant, before my brothers and I made amends almost every day was a bad day for me.

“I know what you mean, I just thought you might’ve needed a helping hand. Oh, and I’ll fix the hole in the wall tomorrow.” Laughing at what I said she just nodded her head and for once I think she feels happy and relaxed, thank goodness I can do some good.

Realizing the time I saw that it was 11 o’clock at night I decided that it was time for us to head to bed, which was made quite evident when Alya started yawning. Getting up I bid her goodnight and headed back to my duplex where the others met me all with smirks on their faces. Rolling my eyes I walked past them and headed upstairs to my room, where Alya was covering the hole with a sort of tapestry. Holding in my laughter I made a mental point to grab something to fix the hole tomorrow before laying in my bed. Just staring up at my ceiling I must’ve been like that for a while before I heard a voice on the other side of the wall. “Hey Virgil, are you still awake?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you are.” Still staring at the ceiling we just laid in silence before Alya spoke up again.

“Do you think I’m a bitch?” A little taken back by her question I shook my head, almost forgetting that she couldn't really see what I was doing.

"No, I think you're someone life likes to shit on. Why do you ask?" Listening as she sighed I could tell something was bothering her and thankfully I didn't have to ask what was wrong.

"Everyone tends to think one of two things of me, the first being that I'm a cold-hearted bitch and the second is that I'm the girl who hates everyone else. To be honest most people just forget I'm even there and at first, I thought you guys were going to be like everyone else. But then Logan noticed the coffee stains on my shirt this morning and you copied today's homework for me so I'm a little confused. I wanted to know what y'all thought of me but I thought you might just tell me you were being nice and things would've gone back to normal. I guess to answer your question, I wanted to know what you thought about me." A little surprised by her answer I honestly didn't know how to respond to her answer, I felt so bad for her. Earlier when she went on a rant she told me how her parents sent her away because she didn't want to be what they wanted, her peers and her family have treated her like shit so why wouldn't she feel like she is shit?

"I... I'm so sorry, that sounds horrible." Hearing her chuckle lightly I could tell that she knew how bad her situation sounded but she didn't let it take hold of her life.

"It probably does but it's nice to finally have someone to talk to about it." Realizing what she was saying I couldn't help but smile, she knows I want to help her. Bidding her good night, I finally went under my covers before slowly falling asleep.

'Maybe I can lend her a helping hand.'

~THE END~

#virgil sanders #sanders sides #virgil x reader #one shot #reader insert #fanfiction

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candyland-xblade · 4 years ago

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I AM REWORKING THIS POST!!! DONT TAKE IT TOO SERIOUSLY!!! THIS IS THE OLD ONE!!!

I’m thinking on opening requests for one shot/drabbles. I’m a little out of practice and I don’t normally post here, but I’m wanting to get back in the game. Below are my rules:

- I will try to make them one shots, but they may end up being drabbles.

- They will be 13+ unless requested otherwise.

- Character x reader stories are my forte, but I can do character x character if requested.

- I’ll won’t post your name if you don’t want it. I’ll put you as ANON.

- My stories involve swearing. Request if you don’t want swearing in your request .

- Song fics are an option, I just need to listen to the song a few times before starting.

- Romantic, platonic, and enemy stories are all options.

- I’ll write fluff and smut. I can try angst, but only to a certain point.

- Fandoms and characters are listed below.

- Other characters and fandoms may be difficult for me, but I’ll try.

Marvel:

- Tony Stark

- Steve Rogers

- Loki

- Bucky

- Sam Wilson

- Karli Morgenthau

- Helmut Zemo

- Peter Parker (any of the three)

- Vision

- Scott Lang

- Jimmy W💫💫

- Deadpool

- John Walker

- Natasha Romanoff

- Wanda Maximoff

- Darcy Lewis

- Monica Rambeu

- Agatha Harkness

- Nebula

- Gamora

- Mantis

- Negasonic Teenage Warhead

- Collosus

- Venom

- Eddie Brock

- Sylvie

- Mobius

- Ravonna

- Morbius (after I see the movie)

- Harry Osborn (I’ll write for either Raimi or TASM)

- All No Way Home villains (Norman, Otto, and Curt mostly, but I can branch out and do the others.)

- Superman

- Wonder Woman

- Batman

- Harley Quinn

- Emily Locke

- Roman Sionis

- Red Hood

- Joker

Sanders Sides/Thomas Sanders:

- Logan Sanders

- Roman Sanders

- Patton Sanders

- Virgil Sanders

- Janus Sanders

- Remus Sanders

- Detective Sanders (I call him DeLancey)

- “Don’t Make Me” prince (I call him Richard)

- Salior Sanders

- Warrior Thomas

- Remy Sanders

- Emilie Pichani

- Thomas Sanders

- any vine characters

Star Wars:

- Anakin Skywalker

- Darth Vader

- Obi-Wan Kanobi

- Padmé Amidala

- Qui-Gon Jinn

- Mace Windu

- Yoda

- Luke Skywalker

- Leia Organa

- Han Solo

- Darth Vader

- Din Djarin

- Grogu

- Cara Dune

- Jango Fett

- Commander Cody

- Boba Fett

- Fennec Shand

- Rey

- Finn

- Poe Dameron

- R2-D2

- C-3PO

- BB-8

Egos

(Still need to get used to these characters, but I’ll write them.)

- Darkiplier

- Antisepticeye

YouTubers:

- Jacksepticeye

- ItsAlexClark

- Azzyland

- Gloom

- Thomas Sanders

- Markiplier

- Athena P

Five Nights at Freddy’s:

- Toy!Chika

- Glamrock!Freddy

- Glamrock!Chika

- Bonnie

- Chicka

- Freddy

- Foxy

- Monty

- Roxy

- Purple Guy

- Springtrap

- Marrionette

- Ballora

- Vanessa

- Vanny

- Gregory (I will age him up if you want a romantic story)

Other:

- literally any Disney princess

- some Disney Characters

- Some Avatar: The Last Airbender characters

- absolutely no Harry Potter characters

- Nathan Drake (UNCHARTED film)

- Blue Shirt Guy (Free Guy)

- DUDE (Free Guy)

- Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania)

- Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

#loki #marvel #thomas sanders #avengers #disney #the avengers #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #youtuber egos #septic egos #sanders sides #character x reader #character x y/n #y/n #free guy #hotel transylvania

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Chaos in the Sanders House

The Sides are having fight after fight after fight. So much denial, so much truths being thrown at each other. How shall it end? Why, with tickles, of course!

I started taking the personalities of a few of my friends, and placing them as Sanders Sides characters. So...for those who I've basically written their personalities, I hope you enjoy the PURE CHAOS! This is: The server in a Nutshell!

WARNING: Some swearing, some cusses and a bit of dirty humor.

Tickletober day 24: I’m Not Ticklish!

Janus and Virgil were yelling profanities at each other, and Poor Patton had to watch. Thankfully, Patton had a bowl of popcorn to keep him calm.

“FUCK YOU! I AM NOT A DABI SIMP!” Virgil shouted at him.

“YES YOU ARE! YOU LITERALLY HAVE A DABI FACE MASK IN YOUR ROOM!” Janus shouted at him.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Just because I have a Dabi mask, doesn’t mean I simp him.” Virgil added.

“LIES!” Janus shouted back at him.

“HOW?!” Virgil asked in anger.

“I’VE SEEN YOUR SHRINE IN THE CLOSET. YOU HAVE A FULL COSPLAY OF HIM, AND YOU EVEN HAVE A BODY PILLOW OF DABI! THIS IS AN INTERVENTION! YOU ARE OBSESSED!” Janus told him.

Virgil’s eyes widened. “I-...well...YOU’RE A SHIGGY SIMP!” Virgil yelled back.

“I- Excuse me?!” Janus asked.

“YOU SIMP SHIGGY SO MUCH!” Virgil yelled.

“HEY!” Janus leaned into Virgil’s face. “Don’t you DARE call him Shiggy. It’s Shigaraki to you.” Janus warned.

Virgil smirked as he pulled out his phone and pulled up a text conversation that was filled with thousands of fanart images of Shigaraki. “I’m surprised you haven’t maxed out your storage.” Virgil added.

“Shut up, Virgil! I’ve read the X Reader fanfictions you’ve uploaded to your Wattpad story.” Janus mentioned.

Virgil gasped. “You take that back!” He ordered. “At least I haven’t gone to Remus for SMUT IDEAS!” Virgil added.

Janus blushed almost immediately. “I...How did you-”

Remus popped up. “You called?”

“NOT NOW REMUS!” Janus shouted in his face.

Virgil snickered. “Geez, he just appeared! Why would you act so offended if you don’t ask him for smut suggestions?” Virgil asked.

“OH! Speaking of smut fanfic-writing, I HAVE A NEW IDEA FOR YOU!” Remus told Janus excitedly.

Janus squeaked in embarrassment. “REMUS, PLEEEEAAASE SHUT UP! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS!” Janus begged.

Remus rolled his eyes and pulled out his pen and notebook with the words ‘Fanfictions Waiting to Happen’ in Newspaper Cutout Letters.

“Anyway: YOU’RE A DABI SIMP!” Janus shouted at Virgil.

“YOU’RE A SHIGGY SIMP!” Virgil shouted back at Janus.

“Well, FUCK YOU!” Janus yelled.

“FUCK YOU TOO!” Virgil shot back.

“I would fuck you two any day!” Remus declared proudly.

“REMUS STAY OUT OF THIS!” Both Janus and Virgil shouted at him. Remus just bursted out laughing and continued to write in his notebook.

Patton’s face winced in disgust as he shoved more popcorn into his mouth to stop himself from throwing up.

Roman came walking through the front door with 2 big balloons in his hand. Then, Roman removed the strings from both balloons, untied them, plugged the ends with his fingertips and handed one balloon each to Virgil and Janus. “Hi guys! Sorry for interrupting. Please continue this debate while sucking up helium. Let’s see how long you last before you die of laughter.” Roman suggested.

Virgil raised an eyebrow in confusion while Janus was already trying not to laugh. Roman waved the sides on. “Okay. Keep going.” Roman encouraged.

Virgil sighed and looked over to Janus. “Can I just mention that Janus has, like, 3 separate stories filled with Shiggy x Reader fanfictions?” Virgil mentioned.

Janus sucked in some helium. “How else am I going to organize my- Oh my GOD! HAHA!” Janus reacted, before laughing at his own voice.

Virgil tittered and sucked in some helium of his own. “Your voice sounds like a CHIPMUNK!” Virgil reacted.

“And yours doesn’t?!” Janus asked.

“I know MINE does, but your voice sounds like Theodore from the Chipmunks!” Virgil reacted.

“Excuse me, that’s offensive! I am NOT Theodore!” Janus warned.

“I didn’t say you were!” Virgil mentioned.

“True, but you said I sound like him!” Janus told him.

“You DO!” Virgil reacted.

Patton was giggling and laughing at the voices. “Hey Janus! I bet if you dressed in a green sweater, you’d be adorable like him too!” Patton mentioned.

“I...Excuse me?” Janus reacted.

“You are excused.” Patton teased.

“I- NO! I am NOT cute!” Janus argued.

“Yes you are!” Patton replied, before waddling up to him and squishing his cheeks. “You are the most adorable snek to ever snek.” Patton teased.

Janus’s face blushed even more than before. Unable to handle it, Janus squeaked in embarrassment and pushed his hands off his cheeks. “Stop it! I’m not cute!” Janus told him as he struggled to keep his composure.

Patton gasped and crossed his arms. “Are you denying the all-knowing Father of the Sanders Sides?” Patton reacted in an offended tone.

“Yes, I am.” Janus said back with a smirk.

Patton narrowed his eyes at him in slight annoyance before walking a few steps closer and closer to Janus. Surprisingly, Janus felt unphased by this action. He just continued to stare at Patton with a smug smile on his face. But the moment Patton poked his ribs, Janus’s smile fell and was replaced by another squeak. “NO! Don’t you even dare!” Janus warned.

“Oooohohohoho! You should’ve thought about what you were denying before you tried denying it.” Patton mentioned. “Because I can easily prove your adorableness...Through a few tickles, of course!” Patton told him with a big smile before he squeezed Janus’s side.

“What are you even talking about? I’m not denying anything! And I’m not even ticklish! Like, at all!” Janus tried to tell them.

Remus guffawed at the last statement. “He’s VERY ticklish! Go for his ribs! Those are a killer.” Remus said with no filter whatsoever.

“REMUS!” Janus shouted at him.

“Oooooh, this is gonna be good!” Virgil reacted with a smirk.

Janus jumped back and tried to run away from the situation he got himself into. But right as he tried to escape, Roman wrapped his arms under Janus’s underarms and held him there. “WAIT! NO! LET ME GO ROMAN!” Janus ordered.

Roman just laughed. “You’re not gonna scare me into letting you go, Jan. Just accept your fate, and SUFFER.” Roman replied smugly.

“I’ll get you back. I know all of your ticklish spots. Don’t underestimate my abilities to tickle you.” Janus warned.

“Aww, come on Janus! Can’t handle being the lee for once?” Roman asked.

Janus attempted to reach back and tickle Roman’s sides and hips if he could. But Roman just tickled him right under the armpits for even trying! “NAHAHA- ROMAN!” Janus yelled.

“Yes?” Roman replied calmly as he observed Patton getting closer and closer.

“Let. Me. GO- AAAH! PAHAHAT! WAHA- WAHAIT!” Janus shrieked.

“Wow! You’re right! I AM waiting! Wanna know what I’m waiting for?” Patton teased calmly as he poked and drummed his fingers on his ribs.

Janus gulped and whimpered nervously as Patton leaned into his ear, and whispered a breath-filled answer: “Your bubbly, manic laughter...”

Janus held his breath and tried to fight Roman off. And he almost succeeded! But Roman had chosen to wait till the last minute, to blow a raspberry onto his neck and catch him off guard. Janus squealed and smiled widely and wobbly as he struggled to get away from them both.

“Oh! Can I help?” Virgil asked, his voice still slightly high from the helium.

“Of course!” Patton replied.

“Cool!” Virgil reacted as he ran up and started going for Janus’s belly. But Janus didn’t react at all to the new touches. He just continued to struggle with the tickling on the ribs. Virgil was taken back in shock.

“Go...for...his feet!” Roman ordered, struggling with Janus in his arms. Virgil immediately ran towards Janus’s backside, grabbed one of his feet, and bent his knee and calf back so he could tickle his feet without an issue.

Janus’s eyes grew to the size of donuts as soon as Virgil so much as touched his foot. “DON’T- YOU- Ohohoho gohohod NOOOOHOHOHO!” Janus begged, slowly falling into short fits of laughter.

“Yes!! We’re close!” Patton declared happily. With the position Janus was stuck in, Janus couldn’t kick Virgil without risking falling over. He also couldn’t move his arms around much without being tickled further by Roman. Every struggle was met with a consequence, and Janus was somewhat conflicted about it! What a cruel way to handle him! But...It was definitely working in their favor.

“Aaa tickletickletickletickletickle!” Patton teased.

“Awww, poor Janny is all ticklish on his footsie. It would be a shame if I were to go for your toes next…” Virgil teased.

Janus squeaked in slight panic and tried to look behind him. “Now hohohold ohon a minute-” Janus yelped and threw his head back as hysterical laughter left his mouth. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES! STAHAP IHIHIHIT!” Janus bursted out.

“Wait, really? I had no idea! It wouldn’t have occurred to me that moving my fingers baaaack and foooorrrth…” Virgil moved his nail back and forth under the toes very slowly to his voice, “...Would tickle so much! What a funny observation!” Virgil teased.

“YOHOHOU’RE HAHAHANGIHIHING AHAROUND LOHOHOGAHAHAN TOOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Janus yelled at him somehow through all the dominating laughter.

“Oh? I am?” Virgil asked. He turned his face to Logan. “Have I been hanging out with you too much, Logan?” Virgil asked with a wink.

“For a romantic couple, I would say we need to hang out a little more...just for the sole purpose to spite the snake.” Logan suggested.

“Hmm...Well thought out. Okay!” Virgil replied.

“Why of course...I am the logical one, after all.” Logan said with a smug smile as he fixed his glasses.

Virgil chuckled and paused his tickling. Up back onto his feet, Virgil walked up to Logan and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “The most logical…” he added.

Logan blushed and looked away with a wobbly smile on his face.

“And the cutest!” Virgil added, poking his cheek. Logan blinked in surprise and looked at Virgil with a frown. “Actually, you’d be the cuter one in the relationship.” Logan explained.

Virgil guffawed. “Yeah right...Nerdy is the new cutie.” Virgil told him, booping the middle of his glasses.

“Am not. Emo is more adorable.” Logan argued, poking Virgil’s nose to make a blush appear on his vampire-like face. Virgil went cross-eyed for a moment before frowning. “Not true, but okay.” Virgil argued quickly.

Logan’s smug smile dropped. “Very true, actually.” Logan argued.

“Nope. Not true at all.” Virgil argued back.

“100% true, Virge. So true in fact, that simply tickling you would show the sides just how adorable you are.” Logan told him.

Virgil blushed slightly and narrowed his eyes. “...you wouldn’t…” Virgil dared.

Logan poked his belly and made a little ‘beep’ sound. “Oh look. I did it.” Logan said in a monotone voice. Virgil crossed his arms and soon smirked as he started to plan a tickle attack on him. “Hmm...It would appear my cute little emo might be planning something. Considering I just poked you in that belly of yours, I can theorize that you’re planning some sort of ticklihihi- HIHIHIHING AHAHAHATTAHAHACK- HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan hypothesized before falling into hysterics under Virgil’s fingers alone.

“Oh wow! The rainbow nerd is ticklish! Who woulda thunk?” Virgil reacted in a slightly monotone voice of his own.

Logan struggled to cover up his ticklish spots with his arms and quickly started to crumble to the evil, quick pokes and squeezes against his tummy. Virgil was very quick with his movements (unsurprisingly...he’s anxiety) and managed to even sneak around and squeeze his hip! Logan was almost losing his balance, so Virgil decided to squeeze both ticklish hips and drill into them at the same time. “zzZZZZZZZZzzzZzzzzzZZZ!” Virgil teased, imitating the sound of a drill gun.

Logan wheezed and doubled over in laughter. “NODRILLS- NOHOHOHO DRIHIHIHILLS!! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan laughed before falling onto his side. With Logan now onto the ground, Virgil set to work. Virgil wrapped one arm under Logan’s left armpit and started squeezing and skittering his fingers all over Logan’s back. “OHOHOHO GEHEHEHEHEHEEEZ! COHOHOME OHOHOHON! HAHAHAHA NOHOHOT MY BAHAHAHACK! IHIHIHIT FEEHEHEHEELS WEIHIHIHIRD! AHAND TIHIHICKLYHYHYHY!” Logan told him.

“Weird, you say? Are you sure that isn’t just the ticklish sensation effecting you?” Virgil asked, lessing his tickles a little so he could talk.

“Ihihit ihihihis, buhuhut Ihihihi’m nohohot uhuhuhused tohohohoho ihihit.” Logan told him.

“Oooh...Okay.” Virgil replied understandingly. “Perhaps I should take it slower?” Virgil suggested.

Logan couldn’t help but blush and giggle from embarrassment. But, he nodded his head. “Okay.” Logan replied.

Virgil took a few minutes to tickle his back very gently and slowly, so he wasn’t overwhelmed. Remus, who was just enjoying the cute view, rested his cheek on the palm of his hand as he enjoyed the cute moment in front of him.

Patton, who was still tickling Janus, gave him a break and turned around. “Hey Remus! If you’d like some popcorn, have mine if you’d like!” Patton offered.

Remus gasped and placed his free hand on his chest in appreciation. “Awww! Thanks Patton!” Remus said happily before grabbing the bowl and shovelling popcorn into his mouth.

Patton turned his focus back onto Janus and giggled. “You okay?” Patton asked.

Janus’s breathing was slowly getting calm as he recovered. “You...are so...getting it...Pat…” Janus warned. Without a second thought, Patton took off running. Patton turned his head around and squealed when he saw a tall, revenge-hungry Janus sprinting after him. It didn’t take long for Patton’s laughter to echo through the hallways towards the sides.

In the living room, Virgil was starting to pick up the pace on Logan’s ticklish back. Logan’s giggles turned to squeals and laughter as he wiggled his back around from the ticklish sensations. It felt weird the quicker that Virgil tickled, but it was a lot less unbearable thanks to Virgil’s slow start. Logan didn’t really get a chance to tickle Virgil back, but he did get a few moments to cuddle his loving boyfriend. The couple happily cuddled on the couch in the comfort of each other’s arms and enjoyed the sound of Patton’s distant laughs and hiccups.

...Meanwhile, Remus was STILL writing in his notebook. “Have you two made love yet?”

...Let’s just say it didn’t take long for a more manic fit of laughter to join Patton’s...

#ticklefic #Analogical #tickletober2020 #tickletober day 24 #I'm not ticklish!#lee!logan #ler!virgil #switch!janus #switch!patton

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subtlereferencetomyinterests · 5 years ago

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Master Post

My Master Post for Sanders Sides fanfiction! These are arranged chronologically from newest to oldest, measured by the date they were completed and uploaded in full, so that will reflect the quality here. (there’s a ton more under the cut btw).

Fast Friends - ao3... (15k Remus-centric intruality, lopsided enemies to friends to lovers, humor and a bit of angst with a happy ending. tw; emetophobes beware!) Patton doesn't like Remus, until one day, he does! Well, Remus isn't buying it. So Remus is not about to be friends with him just because he wants to (no matter how much it maybe, kind of wouldn't mind that).

I’m Not Sorry - ao3... (6k remus-centric intrulogical. continuation of Did You Miss Me. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.) Remus just wanted to get home safe to his wonderful, loving boyfriend. If some greaseball guy thinks he can screw that up, then Remus is perfectly willing to let the night take a turn for the vengeful.

Redamancy - ao3... (5k romantic prinxiety, fluffy friends to lovers with a smidgen of misunderstanding.) Virgil is undoubtedly excited about Nico. The thing is, that’s not the only person he’s excited about.

Did You Miss Me? - ao3... (13k romantic intrulogical, unhealthy relationship and mutual stalking treated light-heartedly. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat). Logan and Remus haven’t spoken in years. But that doesn’t stop them from keeping up with each other, through... various means.

The Down (and up)-side of Individual Expression - ao3... (8k romantic logince, angst w/ a happy ending, prosey and dealing w/ some kinda touchy subject matter vis a vis body image). As the sides have taken on vastly differing appearances over the years, Roman and Logan find themselves incredibly attracted in body and mind to each other. The issue is, Logan still has some trouble believing it.

Tree Bark and Fresh Fruit - ao3... (Fusion AU part six! romantic royality fusion returns for some prose and a lil bit of h/c). Patron doesn't come around often, getting lost in the excitement of Patton and Roman's new romantic relationship- so when she gets a shot to exist again, he's determined to make the most of it by figuring out just what the heck he's supposed to be.

Bitter Licorice and Bright-Blue Bubblegum - ao3... (Fusion AU part five! analogical fusion is back!) Logan and Virgil end up fusing much more regularly, much to Livril's satisfaction at getting to exist, and virtually every other side's chagrin at having to put up with them. Everyone, it seems, but Patton.

Scary Monsters and Family Bonds - ao3... (Fusion AU part four! Platonic anxceitmus with romantic dukeceit, short and mostly meaningless.) Rennet, freshly born like five seconds ago, is desperate to find some people to bother and/or amaze. But instead, Rennet finds an attachment that nobody quite expected to be so intense, but hey, it's not complaining, and neither is Virgil.

Acceptable Behavior - ao3... Remus is surprisingly concerned about his boyfriend's boundaries. (short & sweet intruality drabble. p/ much just cuddling)

On Truth and Untruth - ao3... Janus is allowed to participate in the group, and that is more than enough for them. Not too bad of a change up, really, and they aren't going to complain about it any time soon. Patton, however, insists on throwing a wrench into their system- their perfectly functioning, if maybe hypothetically a bit lonely, system. (28k word janus-centric romantic moceit and platonic dlampr, lots of angst and lots of yearning, with a happy ending. something of a character study.)

I Taste Honey but I Haven’t Seen the Hive - Chap.1, Chap.2, Chap.3, Chap.4, Chap.5, Chap.6, Chap.7, Chap.8, Chap.9 - ao3... (Finished!) Patton doesn't think of himself as misunderstood. More accurately, he's not very good at explaining himself. Remus explains himself perfectly well, succinct, confident. People are just bad at listening. Patton is lonely. He'd never say it out loud. No one knows. Remus is lonely. He says it in everything he does. No one knows. They're similar. They're different as can be. Contradictory, maybe; complimentary, definitely. They could be good for each other- they just need to explain it right. (hurt/comfort, eventual queer-platonic intruality, a healthy amount of angst).

Sharp Spikes and Glamour - ao3... (part three of my Fusion AU! a little angstier and racier than the others, but that’s thanks to the dukeceit dynamic, and its nothing too bad). Now, just a month ago, Remus could very confidently say that his and Janus’ relationship was perfect. And it still was, really, but that was before Roman and Patton had pulled some cartoon fusion bullshit that exactly no one had known was possible. There was no question. Remus was going to learn to do that.

Squishy, Precious Lil’ Baby! - ao3... Very short, platonic intruality fluff. Remus turns into a rat for a scare, but Patton is very unafraid of him in the new form.

Black Cloth and Star Systems - ao3... (Almost 4k fluff, part two of my Fusion AU! Very heavy on the descriptions, and also the Love that these two Have.) After Patton and Roman fuse, Logan can't help but feel desperately curious about this new discovery, and the possibilities of fusion between sides. But, his interest is a little more personal than he could stand to admit... Because what if- what if he could try it, too?

more under the cut

Flare Up - ao3... Human au drabble. Romantic sleepxiety. They are soft and in the rain.

Soft Walls and Roses - ao3... (Part one of my Fusion AU! Fluffy, sweet, and prose-y. Abt 3k.) On a nice, cheery day, Roman and Patton get a little lost in a dance <3.

Communication Issues (Alternative Title: Three Touch-Starved, Insecure, Metaphysical Beings Constantly Misinterpreting Each Other and Yet Somehow Falling in Love)- Chap.1, Chap.2, Chap.3, Chap.4 + Epilogue - ao3... (Finished!) What do you do when you find someone crying, and it’s all your fault? What do you say when you hear the muffled sobs and frantic words behind the blood-red door? When you know that, no matter how much you never wanted to hurt him- never wanted to hurt anyone- you still did. Is there anything you can do to fix it, when you’ve spent so long pretending that nothing was broken? When you’ve spent so long pretending that you didn’t care if things were broken or not? (Second Person, Present Tense. H/C slowburn. romantic analogince. Note: this is not an ‘x reader’ fic, it’s just 2nd person pov.)

A Study in the Pains of Romance as a Genre - ao3... Logan wasn’t 'insecure', by most measures. Sure, he wasn't exactly in love with himself, but he knew the harm that came of self-deprecation, and was careful to avoid it. At the worst of times, he could solidly be called 'self-neutral'. Therefore, it followed that Logan was being entirely objective when he said that he would not be a good enough romantic partner for Roman. (Friends to Lovers, abt 4k, romantic logince).

I Like You, Say It Back. - ao3... Short, sweet, slightly angsty first ‘I Love You’ between Virgil and Remus. romantic dukexiety.

A Misplaced Imbalance of Fear - ao3... almost 7k friends to lovers fastburn, in that this happens in a day. Set during/right after Putting Others First, a little peak into what Virgil and Remus were doing. Hint; being a little sad and very gay. romantic dukexiety.

The Ballroom - ao3... Every side has a room, but they also come with a special domain, completely individualized to each one. Of these Extensions, the only room that no side (other than its owner) has ever seen is Janus’. At least, until he falls head-over-heels for Roman and finally lets him in. (romantic roceit).

Hypothetically, - ao3... Nearly 7k friends to lovers, with a hearty helping of platonic logince. Logan likes to use the Imagination for experiments, but he can’t manage to use it on his own. The solution is obvious. (romantic intrulogical).

No Other Version of Me - ao3... Patton isn’t very happy about his new froggy features, but Janus finds him gorgeous all the same. Hurt/comfort! romantic moceit.

Complexities Unknowable- Chap.1, chap.2, chap.3, chap.4, chap.5, chap.6, chap.7 - ao3... (Finished!) Slowburn with pre-established Dukeceit, rivals to friends to lovers, with Background Analogince (plus some platonic anxceit and Creativitwins thrown in for funsies). romantic deintruality.

I’d Like To Stand By Him - ao3... Roman and Virgil listen to each other’s playlists. romantic prinxiety.

An Open and Honest Conversation About Our Feelings - ao3... hurt/comfort, shamelessly self-indulgent. Patton doesn’t come out of his room all day, so Virgil goes to check up on him. romantic moxiety.

Something to Uplift Us - ao3... Roman-centric (and Remus-centric) DLAMPR (platonic Creativitwins!). Quarantine shenanigans; the boys put on a show for their boyfriends!

Thursday Nights - ao3... Short fluff where Remus and Patton watch a horror flick together and cuddle. romantic intruality.

5 Times Logan Helped His Partners Get Their Shit Together +1 Time They Returned The Favor - ao3... Summary’s in the title on this one, Bud. Logan-centric romantic DLAMPR (platonic p & r), very hurt/comfort.

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exclipssesss · 5 years ago

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Ok so I love all of the Sanders Sides characters equally but that doesn't stop me from being overly protective with the Dark sides Namely Remus And it doesn't help when people make him even more adorable and baby! Anyway there's a version of Remus that's touch starved and I jUST WANT TO HUG HIM- So can I have a X reader (Platonic or romantic either is fine were Remus accidentally reveals he's touch starved and reader just grabs a blanket and cuddles him until he falls asleep??? PLEASE??thx!

I love this???? I don't even know about this hc wtf?? AAAA I LOVE THIS HC SO MUCH- and duh, who doesn't love Remus lmao.

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Here For You.

Remus x Reader

;;Type: Angst(?), Fluff

;;Character(s) involved: The trash man himself.

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;;Warning(s): sad Remus :(, /bad/ words.

It's been a while since you and Thomas were friends, and seeing the sides was nothing more than an ordinary tuesday night. Well, that is until you met the rest of the 'dark' sides. And honestly? You never were to judge them so quickly. Even Virgil himself refers to them as the 'others', despite being the one who dislikes them the most, but there has to be a reason, right?

Anyways, you were trying to comfort all the sides after whatever just happened. With Janus suddenly getting accepted and Roman having a breakdown, not to mention Patton starting to doubt himself and Logan who's beginning to think he's replaced and/or unwanted, the mind palace is a mess.

But there is a certain side you haven't seen a lot today- which is kinda weird considering he's the loudest of them all, and it kinda worried you. With how the world turned upside down, the last thing you wanted was to see him suddenly turned gloomy-; so you looked for him, top or bottom, in and out. You made sure every place is checked. The mind palace- heck, Thomas' place in general is quiet. No bickering, no yelling, no songs, it's empty; almost unrecognizable. And with that you took a step further, going into his room.

Remus' room was awfully dark, not like what it's used to. He would always have weird creations or flashy super-gosh-darn-bright lights on to annoy whoever came into his room. So this is unusual. Without thinking, you turned on the lights, and in the corner of your eye you can see him at the edge of his bed, startled. He doesn't even seem to notice you're getting into his room, which is again; unusual.

He immediately fixed his posture when he realized you're in his room, grabbing the nearest notebook and a big spiky slimy pen, acting as if he was working on something the whole time. "Hello, (y/n)!" He said cheerily, summoning his normal gigantic creepy-esque smile he normally has. "Sneaking up on me in the dark eh? That's awfully dangerous of you~" He gave another smile, the type where you would roll your eyes on him. You brushed off whatever he just said, walking towards him in confusion.

"I haven't been seeing you anywhere, were you here the whole time?" You asked, raising a brow. He furrowed his own brows at the question, before shrugging both of his shoulders. "Why of course, why wouldn't i be?" He shot back, looking at you with another one of his quizzical looks. "I don't know, you were always the loudest of the bunch, so i assumed something's wrong when you didn't even make a peep."

He tensed, blinking a few times as if thinking of what he was supposed to say. When he looked back at you, it's almost he's choking out words just to make it seem real, funnily enough you see through his facade. "Awww did you miss me?" "That's it? No comebacks? Or rhetorical questions? This isn't like you Remus." You folded your arms, daring him to continue. He gulped a little, before somehow his emotions just.. Fell off. And he goes back to his notebook.

"I was writing down ideas for me to use, which just like Roman or how Creativity works in general, will need time and energy. So there's my reason, are you happy?" He said in a monotone voice. Avoiding your gaze and kept his stare to the stacks of papers in his hand, you didn't seem to believe him though.

"Who in the world writes ideas down in complete darkness?" You pushed again. Remus looked at you and gave an unamused look, raising an eyebrow of his towards both you and your question. "You do realize who you're talking to right?" He answered, or well, asked. "Yeah, but this isn't... You." words came out of your mouth like lava as you tried forcing it out. Remus thankfully noticed this, he puts down his little book and moved towards you, sighing as he finally gives you his full attention.

"Really? Tell me, (y/n), what am i like?"

"I don't know... You were always loud, all over the place, dare i say cheerful. Seeing you like this just doesn't spell 'Remus' to me."

He gave a little sigh again, before chuckling. But then that chuckle turns to giggles, that turns into laughs. You don't know exactly what he's laughing about, so you tried asking him about it.

"What's so funny?"

"Everything! Absolutely everything is hilarious!" He breathed out in between his howling laughs, you were too afraid to ask further, afraid that.. That you pushed an unwanted button. "Oh gosh! I can't believe this!" His laughter ceased after some time, leaving you still stoned on your spot.

"You're so nice (y/n), too fucking nice actually." His hair is messy, way more than usual. He wipes a 'tear' away with his hand, breathing steadily as to not break into another laughing fit. "You're like, the only person who actually cares about me now!" He chuckled again, this time with a headshake to accompany it.

"Wha-? No! Of course not, Janus cares about you, don't he?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, whatever. I mean, he's 'accepted' by Thomas now, so i can't really expect anything from him." He shrugged oh so calmly as if thoughts like that doesn't even remotely hurt him anymore, but it hurted you. "What? So you're not even gonna admit that you're lonely? Or even bored?" You pressed him - although with a gentle voice, somehow feeling your own heart shatter at the thought of him being left alone. Not enough to make you cringe or summon a tear. But enough to make you clenched your heart if only he isn't with you.

"What? You're kidding me?" He snickered, looking at you almost amused by your answer. "Me? Lonely? Bored? Pfft-- Look, me wanting attention? HAH, that's normal! Me being desperately touch starved? Eh, i can work with it. But me being lonely-? And bored?! I can easily wreck Roman's day and that's enough for me to have a good laugh for about a week, not including the teasing and-"

"Wait a minute, you're touch starved..?" You asked slowly, looking at him. He was lost for a second before the flustered look finds itself on his face after a few flying moment. "W-what?! No! What are you talking about? Where did you even heard that? Of course not you silly billy!" he waved his hand at you, defensively, and looks away in an attempt to quietly curse himself.

You sighed. Feeling as if you were gonna giggle at his own dumbfounded reaction but in the same time just wanna cuddle and wrap yourself around him, which is kinda weird since you and Remus isn't /that/ close. Sure you guys laugh over immature things, and maybe mess around with Roman a little, but he isn't your go-to when something were to came up. But now? You just felt as if you were to comfort him...

Screw it.

And with that, you immediately made it your priority for Remus to feel appreciated, or well- wanted. You sprung up from your position and immediately grab the blanket he has which is trashed on the floor. Before using it however, you shook the blanket up and down to get rid of the dusts on it, and immediately pushed Remus down on his bed. You did the same thing to yourself and layed down beside him, covering both of you with the blanket and cuddling close to him.

Though Remus only watched, he watched you with an amused gaze. Small smiles turning to a giant grin as you making yourself close to him, and slowly after that he spoke up with his usually high pitched voice, didn't bother to move away from you. "Not what i expected, but great nonetheless!" His hand wrapped around your body dangerously and you can only give him a warning glare, he acted out as though he wasn't doing it intentionally but come on, hand perfectly landed on your ass? Yeah, no.

You moved his arm up, landing it on your waist. And even though he gave you a little whine, he slowly shuts up when you just kept him close, giving him a dose of affection to cure him from being touch starved. He didn't even say anything after that, not sure from the sleepiness or if he just doesn't want to ruin the moment, but the silence was definitely comforting. Your hand reached his messy hair, running through his locks to calm him even more, which in a way kinda worked. And in a count of minutes, he dozed off, small snores coming through him. You can feel yourself dozing off too, smiling at the sight of him being so relaxed in your touch. That's it until you discover something under your pillow.

Two deodorants tucked neatly under it, brand new and untouched. You knew he loves eating these stuff, as gross as that is, and yet you can only giggle at the thought of him having 'snacks' right under his pillows.

Well, he's definitely a dork.

And the good kind.

#Remus x reader #Sanders sides x reader #Sanders sides #X readers #Remus Sanders #Fluff #Im so sorry this took so long xhdbjxjdj #I was procrastinating v er y hard 👉👈#Thank god its done doe #Anon #Ask

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companionjones · 5 years ago

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Hiding Spot

Pairing: Teen!Virgil x Teen!Reader x Teen!Logan Sanders

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Warnings: Awful bullying, Polyamory (if you call that a warning); and, I mean, pretty heavily implied incest

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“Hey, are you okay?” Virgil found you hidden in the book shelves of your high school library.

Sniffling, you nodded.

“These walkways are here to facilitate the search for books, so I don’t think it’s the most intelligent idea to...Why are you crying?” Logan was the first to notice.

Virgil knelt down to hug you close. “It’s alright. I got you.”

“They were just so mean to me,” you finally revealed.

The younger twin pulled you closer.

“Why are they always so mean to me?” you sobbed.

Virgil and Logan had met you when you were freshmen, and the three of you were fast friends. You grew very close with the Sanders brothers. Some would even say that you were too close. Actually, a lot of people say that. Your relationship was often misconstrued as something unnatural, and the three of you were punished for it. You had it the worst, though. It was never explained to any of you why, but Virgil and Logan got teased for their personal “flaws” (Logan for being a know-it-all and seemingly looking down on everyone; and Virgil for being a ball of anxiety and freaking out very easily), while you had that on top of being blamed for why the relationship happened.

That particular day, you were called countless names and told countless insults that resulted in your heart being ripped apart. You chose the library as your temporary safe haven.

“I’m so sorry,” Virgil soothed, “I’m so sorry.”

Logan, as always, was more robotic. “That uh, that...sounds...extremely unpleasant.”

You choked out an ironic laugh. It surprised you that even Logan felt bad for you that day.

Slowly, the older twin knelt down by your side, opposite from the one Virgil was on. Logan’s arms were stiff, but they circled around you as gently as they could.

The three of you sat there, in the book shelves of the library. You didn’t know how long it took you to move. The only thing you cared about was that your boys were holding you.

“Um,” Logan broke the silence. “How about we...go get ice cream after school? Ice cream has a consistent record of helping you release endorphins.”

You and Virgil looked at each other. Both of you had smirks on your faces because of how Logan’s compassion showed itself.

“Yeah,” you turned back to Logan. “I’d love that.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more stories over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, preferences, drabbles, and headcannons. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, feel free to ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

#sanders sides #logan sanders #logan sanders x reader #virgil sanders #virgil sanders x reader #sanders sides x reader #logan sanders x reader x virgil sanders #virgil sanders x reader x logan sanders #logan sanders x virgil sanders #virgil sanders x logan sanders #thomas sanders #hiding spot #companion jones #every time i hear the word deceit I get triggered now

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diary-of-deadweight · 5 years ago

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Gimme your drafts, imagines, headcannon, one shot requests (because I’m bored af) for:

Marvel:

Tony Stark

Loki laufeyson

Thor odinson

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker and others.

Anime such as:

BNHA

Bakugou katsuki

Midoriya

Todoroki shoto

Aizawa

Hitoshi Shinsou

Monoma neito

Mirio togata

Tamaki amajiki and more

Community:

. Tory Barnes (He’s he best)

(I’m still in the early seasons so it’ll got updated sooner or later.)

The good place:

. Tahani

.elenor

.chidi (again I’m in the early seasons so it’ll update sooner or later)

Sanders sides:

Logan sanders

Patton sanders

Deciet sanders

Roman sanders

Remus sanders

Remy sanders

Virgil sanders

Epithet erased. (Knowing me it’ll be a massive swarm of Giovanni x reader fics but I’m down to try the others.)

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kitsuidarian · 6 years ago

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Writing Commissions Open

Hello! I’m Darian Kitsune and I’m 18 years old. I’ve been writing since I was in third grade and I haven’t stopped since then. With my family situation, college and stuff :( I decided to open writing commissions. I’m open to almost anything, I’m willing to come to terms with the customer if any dissagreement occurs:

Prices & What I Can Write:

1 cent per word.

Freestyle (You give me a prompt and I write a surprise text)

One shot: SFW / NSFW

Multi chapter(max 3) +$1 per extra chapter

Specific kinks(NSFW) +15% of total for each

Fandoms (Pairings I prefer) :

Dear Evan Hansen (Evan x Connor, Zoe x Alana)

Hamilton (Alexander x Angelica, Alexander x John Laurens)

The Heathers (Veronica x JD)

Sherlock (Johnlock)

Elementary (?) (Sherlock x Joan)

Marvel (Iron Man x Dr. Strange)

Venom (Eddie x Venom)

Sander Sides (Virgil x Roman, Patton x Logan)

Detroit: Become Human (Connor x Hank, Gavin x RK900)

Undertale (Frisk x Sans, Asriel x Chara, Frisk x Chara)

Deltarune (Susie x Kris, Ralsie x Kris, Susie x Noelle)

Doki Doki Literature Club (Natsuki x Yuri, Monika x Reader)

Steven Universe (Steven x Connie, Pearl x Amethyst, Ruby x Zaphire , Lapis Lazulli x Peridot, Kevin x Jamie)

Gravity Falls (Dipper x Bill, Mabel x Pacifica, Dipper x Wendy)

Voltron: Legendary Defenders (Lance x Keith, Keith x Shiro, Shiro x Lance, Lance x Pidge, Pidge x Shiro, Lance x Lotor)

Star vs the Forces of Evil (Star x Marco, Marco x Tom, Star x Jackie)

Miraculus Ladybug (Marinette x Chat Noir, Marinette x Adrien, Chat Noir x LadyBug, Adrien x LadyBug)

Adventure Time (Finn x Marceline, Marceline x Princess Bubblegum, Fiona x Marshall, Marshall x Gumball)

Villanous (Black Hat x Dr. Flug)

My Little Pony

(Twilight x Sunset/Starlight/Rainbow/Luna/Celestia, Starlight x Trixie, will add more later)

Can Include:

Ships, Pairing, Character x Character

NSFW

Fluff, Angst, Smut, etc.

AUs (explain at detail which)

I can work with almost everything, just mail or contact me directly if you’re interested in sth I didn´t mention so you can give me all the details on what you want. (There are some ships I don´t enjoy writing about, sorry).

Won´t Write:

Incest

Rape

Non-con/dub-con

Payment though paypal

Please include telling me: fandom, characters, pairings, estimated length, plot/summary, rating, your likes/dislikes, sth extra to add, etc.

And be specific about it.

Once accepted I will start writing after half of the commission price was paid upfront. You can make 1 final revision (or ask for more before the final, wil be +5%) at which the second half must be paid. You can keep your commission private or have it published (specify how you want it send to you).

I can also refuse commissions out because personal rasons. If I cancel anytime after payment, I will refund the payment and give you back your prompt. If you cancel, I will refund half of the amount paid, plus your prompt.

Thanks for reading! If you can’t commission, then reblog or share! Also you can donate to my Ko-fi or Patreon,every little support counts! :3

ko-fi.com/dariankitsune

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 7 years ago

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Hi could I ask for a platonic sanders sides x reader, where she’s been friends with Thomas for years and calls him loads of cute nicknames and when she finally meets his sides, she just automatically calls them nicknames as well (like cutie, sweetheart, honey, babe etc) and they’re just like BLUSH and just fluff please? Thank yoooooou

Sure! Sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy the story ^^

“Hey gang~!” Thomas sang as he stepped into the commons room with you in tow. “I have a friend here who I think you all would love to meet!”

One by one, the Sides popped up, appearing in their respective areas, curious looks on each of their faces. However, upon seeing you, a wide smile stretched across Roman’s features as he made his way over to you.

“Why hello, my darling~” He greeted, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You giggled softly in response. “Awh, you really are such a sweetheart like you are in the videos, Ro.”

The prince’s expression shifted and he stared at you in shock. “Wha..What did you just call me? “S-Sweetheart”?” A slight blush dusted his cheeks, while the other Sides look on, baffled.

Thomas chuckled nervously. “A-Ah, uh..I don’t know if you guys have ever noticed but…over the years [y/n]’s called me all sorts of sweet nicknames. She does that with almost everybody she meets.”

“And they’re all so cute! It’s enough to put a smile on a stranger’s face~!” Patton squealed as he ran over to you. “So tell me, kiddo, am I still the so-called “cinnamon roll?” He clasped his hands together in anticipation.

“Yep,” you smiled. “You’re still the sweetest cinnamon roll, honey.”

While the parental Side was still cooing over the nicknames, your gaze went to Logan’s. He blinked in confusion when he noticed you were looking his way. “Well,” he huffed, adjusting his glasses. “I don’t exactly see how these “endearing nicknames” are suppose to get me flustered or anything of the sort.”

Then he looked at Patton and Roman. “Does…anyone else find it odd that we only met [y/n] not even five minutes ago and she’s already-?”

“Man, you really are a cutie, Lo,” you chuckled softly.

“…..I-I..ah…” Now it was his turn to blush a little. Although he cleared his throat and fiddled with his tie. “F-Falsehood..that statement is..i-incorrect… because…..whew..is it..warm in here or is it just me?” He looked around the room, smiling nervously.

Hearing some mumbling and grumbling, you turned your attention now to the Side sitting on the stairs. He quirked an eyebrow, but did not move as you went over to sit beside him.

After a few long moments of silence, he finally spoke. “So um..you got a knack for giving total strangers nicknames, huh? You know how creepy that could-”

“Nah, I don’t find it creepy in the slightest.” You shrugged in response. “But..knowing that you’re anxiety and all that, would it be okay if I called you “angel”?”

Virgil blinked with surprise. “”Angel”, huh? W-Well ah..” He gave you a tiny smile. “I guess that’s fine. Better than “Charlie Frown” or “Incredible Sulk”.” Then he shot a glance at Roman, who frowned back at him.

You simply giggled at the Sides, and then your gaze went to Thomas’.

Least to say, he was getting a good chuckle out of this whole situation. You managed to make all of his personalities so flustered with just simple, endearing nicknames.

Your sweetness did, indeed, have that kind of charm.

#clanask #anonymous #sanders sides x reader

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dontjudgemepeepswrites · 6 years ago

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Sanders Sides Masterlist

Logan

Tattoos (Soulmate AU)

Everyone has 2 tattoos: one is their enemies while the other is their soulmates, but no one knows which is which.

It All Started With A Rap | Part 2

Your friend drags you into something you immediately regret. How will it turn out?

Patton

Monster In The Closet

A soul-sucking monster arrives to kill you. That’s all I’m saying.

Hairspray

An AU which is set in the musical Hairspray.

Roman

Roses (Song Fic)

A very sad imagine, inspired by Roses by Against The Current

Thomas

Drunk Confession

The reader gets a bit... tipsy and says a few things.

Virgil

Happy Ending

A heated argument with the other sides gets out of hand.

The Walls Between Us Are Thin

If you heard someone crying in the room next to you, what would you do?

Teddy Bear

You make a nice care package for Virgil, what could it lead to?

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years ago

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Dreaming While I Wake

Sanders Sides Foster Care AU - Roman-centric Angst & Hurt/Comfort & Abuse Recovery

Roman tries to be upbeat and hopeful despite all the shit that’s happened to him. And a lot of shit has. Luckily, his new foster home is with two literal rays of sunshine (and a sarcastic asshole).

Words: 3,349 Warnings: Doctor, Examination, Bruises, Injury, Police Brutality Mention, Blood, Food Characters: Roman, Thomas, Virgil Universe: Dreaming While I Wake Genre: Angst/Family

Chapter 17

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

Roman sat nervously kicking his feet in the doctor’s office. He didn’t like the doctor’s office. The smell of all the antiseptic always set him off. The crinkly paper on the exam table felt wrong. Tongue depressors made him feel sick. It brought up too many bad memories he had to fight to not fall into. Parents always resented having to take him if they ever even bothered so it felt like he was in trouble. They just rubbed him the wrong way, and he hated being here. The door opened and Roman looked up to see the doctor walk in.

“So what brings you in today?”

“Roman’s got a bad bruise over his ribs and we’d like it recorded and x-rayed,” Thomas motioned to Roman on the table. Roman waved nervously to the doctor with the tips of his fingers. He just wanted to get this over with and leave more than anything.

“Can you show me the bruise?” The doctor asked. Roman swallowed and nodded, pulling up his shirt. The purple really came bursting out today. It was purple and green and just generally sickly looking, blossoming slightly from the original green blot. You could just barely make out the line from the rubber sole, just like Roman thought he would. They could probably see it better tomorrow.

“That is a nasty one. What’s it from?” The Doctor asked, examining the mark closely.

“Steel-toed boot,” Roman supplied. The doctor looked shocked for a moment and his face hardened.

“Could you leave the room for a moment, Mr. Sanders?” The doctor asked firmly and Thomas nodded, getting out of the chair and stepping out into the hall. Roman looked desperately to Thomas as he left. He didn’t want to be left alone in here. Thomas gave him a small reassuring smile. He didn’t want a smile, he wanted Thomas back in here.

“Are you safe at home?” The doctor asked.

“Um, yeah, I think a cop did this,” Roman mumbled. “Can he come back in? Please?” Roman asked desperately, pointing at the door.

“Oh, that’s very serious,” The doctor muttered and walked over to the door and opened it. “You can come back in, Mr. Sanders. All right, let me examine it and then we’ll send you down the hall for x-rays and photos if it’s necessary,” The doctor put his stethoscope on Roman’s back. “Breathe in,” Roman complied and winced. “And out,” Roman’s breath shuddered. They did it a second time with equally painful results. “Will you lie back on the table and hold your shirt up?” The Doctor asked. Roman nodded and leaned back to let the doctor prod at it. It was possibly more sore after deep breathing than it was before. “Does this hurt?”

“Yes,” Roman hissed through his teeth. The doctor hummed in concern.

“I need you to take another deep breath,” The doctor requested.

“Do I really have to?” Roman moaned. It hurt like a bitch and this was the last place he wanted to be in pain.

“I’m afraid so,” The doctor nodded. “Breathe in. Hold it. Alright, let it out slowly,” Roman hissed again as he let out the air, flinching. “Yes, I think x-rays will be necessary. Take a left when you exit and wait in the lobby on the right labeled Radiology and they’ll call you in. I’ll let the techs know they need to take regular photos when they’re done. It would be smart to take some photos yourself and document it for the next few days as well,” The doctor said. “I should be clear that I’m not willing to testify for the patient’s sake, I don’t have that kind of time. If you are planning on suing, you should get a doctor recommendation from a lawyer. I’m willing to document today’s evidence, though. Avoid anything that involves bending, lifting, twisting, or strenuous activity. Some ibuprofen for the pain if necessary is alright in the short term, but do not do it on too many continuous days,” The doctor explained before heading out the door.

Roman slowly got up, really really mindful of his aching and painfully pulsing side. He had no idea what all that awful poking was about if he was going to just recommend x-rays after 3 minutes. He could have spared Roman the pain and sent him right to radiology, damnit.

“We’re not suing, right?” Roman asked nervously, looking at Thomas with trepidation.

“No, we’re just filing a complaint,” Thomas said, offering his arm to help Roman down. Roman took it cautiously and slid off the exam table. Roman just stared at Thomas in confusion.

“Let’s get to the x-ray waiting room,” Thomas said, making sure Roman was stable before heading out of the exam room.

The x-rays were also awful, with all kinds of deep breaths and holding them while holding his arms upon a bar. School would probably be better than this. Though they were also getting a note for him to sit out of gym and his missed days while they were here. And Roman was thankful for being allowed to sit out of gym. If he had to do push-ups or sit-ups he might actually cry from pain, and that would be incredibly embarrassing and he’d definitely get made fun of. Roman sort of spaced out in the car after they left. There was a really sharp pain now instead of the dull continuous pain from all the deep breathing. He hoped that would go down if he tried not to breathe too deeply.

Roman mindlessly followed Thomas when they got out of the car, still kind of spacing out. He slid his hands in his pockets and shifted slightly when Thomas stopped and squatted down. The bottom of his right foot hurt much worse than the left and felt kind of hot, and he was trying to not put too much weight on it. Wait, why was Thomas squatting down? Roman looked at what Thomas was examining. It was a game case. When the hell did they get to a game store?

“There’s apparently 5 of those games, Roman. We can grab two while we’re here. Excuse me, Miss? We’d like to buy some DS games,” Roman stood up and waved to the lady behind the register. She stopped leaning against the counter and came over to unlock the case.

“Which ones, sir?” She asked in a very dispassionate retail-is-killing-me tone. Roman felt for her.

“The first two Rune Factory games,” Thomas supplied. “You’ve got plenty of free time today to start playing,” Thomas said brightly and followed the lady over to the counter to pay. Roman was in a lot of pain and a shell-shocked. He didn’t know what to do about this. Roman glanced down to the case. At least they were kind of cheap. Roman’s allowance could cover them. The others cost more, but he could buy them with his allowance one at a time if he really wanted them. He really just wanted something chill to focus on so he wouldn’t have to listen to his brain all >night, just part of it. At least his allowance covered it. Roman followed to the counter and watched Thomas finish checking out.

“Thank you,” Roman said gratefully as Thomas handed off the bag with a smile.

“Anytime. We still have to swing by a pharmacy for some topical painkiller for your bruise and then we’ll head home. We can pick up a few other things while we’re there,” Thomas headed back out to the car and Roman followed close behind.

The pharmacy was only a few minutes away and Roman returned to following closely behind Thomas while he was shopping. They went to the food aisles after grabbing some topical painkiller that smelled terrible. He picked a Gatorade after Thomas badgered him to grab a drink. Thomas grabbed a few bags of chips, some chocolates, and a box of cookies.

“Do you need any school supplies while we’re here?” Thomas asked as they passed the office supply aisle.

“I need a blue folder and a green folder,” Roman said, turning in to the aisle.

“What is the school’s obsession with colored folders?” Thomas asked rhetorically and rolled his eyes. “Do you need any pencils or notebooks?”

“Not really,” Roman mumbled as he grabbed the two folder colors he needed. Thomas grabbed two composition notebooks and a pack of pencils, anyway.

“Just in case,” Thomas smiled. “What’s a kneaded eraser? It’s very squishy,” Thomas eyeballed a package.

“It’s an eraser you can shape and knead. The more you knead it, it gets cleaner, too. It’s for fine erasing and charcoal,” Roman supplied.

“Oh, that’s cool. Do you have one?” Thomas asked, picking up the package.

“No,” Roman replied, examining a neat journal that went through the spectrum of the rainbow depending on the angle you held it to the light.

“That’s a nice journal. Do you want to get it?” Thomas asked. Roman looked between Thomas and the journal, then tried to check the shelf. Thomas’s hand shot out and covered the tag with the basket. “No, no. Money non-withstanding. If you like it, put it in the basket. If you don’t like it and it was just shiny, put it back,” Roman started to put it back, but he had a feeling Thomas already saw right through him and sighed, sliding it in the basket beside the chips. “Thanks. That’s everything, let’s check out and head home,” Thomas smiled brightly. Roman rolled his eyes and slid his hands into his pockets as he followed Thomas to the register.

Roman continued to space out on the ride home. He kept breathing shallowly to get the pain to go back down to dull instead of stabby, and it was making Roman kind of sleepy. Thomas let Roman carry in the bag of chips, but took the other two bags of items himself as they headed inside. Thomas took them right into the kitchen and started unloading them right away. Roman went to go put the chips in the pantry. Thomas handed Roman his Gatorade and cracked open his own lemonade.

“Just for my own peace of mind, would you be willing to read or play your new game on the couch in my office?” Thomas asked, wadding up the plastic bags and putting them in a storage container on the inside of the pantry door.

“I’m fine, Thomas,” Roman rolled his eyes.

“How are your arms?” Thomas asked, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow.

“Still itchy as hell,” Roman provided and Thomas raised his eyebrow. “Okay,” Roman huffed. “But can we bring in a bowl of those peanut butter pretzels?” Roman conceded and motioned to the pantry.

“A very agreeable compromise,” Thomas chuckled and pulled a bowl from the cabinet.

Roman went to go drop off the bag of school supplies in his room and grab some things. He wanted the throw for warmth. The ice packs for his bruise made him so cold. Roman’s feet really hurt, and he sat on the bed to take off his shoes. His eyes caught on his dark red sock. Oh. That’s why the right side hurt so much. Roman must have reopened a cut. He took off his other shoe and sock and examined the bottom. The bandages on the left foot were still intact and dry, though a little loose, probably from his shower. The other sock was sticking to his foot, and he tried to peel it off carefully without opening the wound worse. The bandage ripped off in the sock and Roman checked his foot. It wasn’t actively bleeding but also wasn’t exactly healed or even closed.

“Roman? What’s taking so long?” Thomas called.

“Nothing,” Roman called back, trying to figure out how to solve this without hurting his spine more.

“I’ll decide that, if that’s okay,” Thomas said, walking in the open bedroom door. “Oh. Geez. Let me grab the first aid kit. I guess we pushed it too much this afternoon. We’ll have to be more careful the next few days,” Thomas said, sounding concerned.

“No, it’s fine,” Roman tried to start and held up his hand to try to dissuade him.

“Let’s not get blood on the floor if we can help it,” Thomas said, turning back out of the bedroom. Roman didn’t think about that. Thomas came back in with the kit and Roman reached out for it. “I’ve got it,” Thomas said, waving Roman off and sitting on the floor. He cleaned off the blood patch and re-bandaged everything on both feet. Roman felt awkward and wrung his comforter idly as he waited. “Hold on, I’ll get you some new socks to help protect them. Which drawer?”

“Bottom of the dresser,” Roman pointed. Thomas pulled open the drawer and frowned, pulling out a pair of socks and scooted back over to slide them on.

“Where are all your socks?” Thomas furrowed his eyebrows.

“I haven’t done laundry yet,” Roman shrugged. Thomas eyed the bloody sock on the bed.

“Oh, hm, well, we can throw those out and get you some more socks,” Thomas offered.

“No need, I just need to soak it in hydrogen peroxide and ice water,” Roman said, getting up carefully and tossing them in the laundry basket. Thomas hummed in disapproval but didn’t say anything. Roman grabbed his things for the couch and headed downstairs with Thomas, who took Roman’s load with one arm and held out his forearm for Roman to hold. He didn’t think all this was necessary, but it hurt going upstairs and the help wouldn’t be uncalled for. He took Thomas’s arm to descend carefully.

Roman settled down on the couch in Thomas’s office and Thomas passed over his DS with an appreciative smile. Roman took it carefully and nodded to him. At least Thomas was thankful Roman was willing to humor him. The DS was actually one of the newer ones, so it had the bigger screens and an extra joystick. Roman had brought down his old wired pair of headphones to plug into it along with the bluetooth pair in case he got sick of the game music. He reached out for a pretzel bite and loaded up the game.

The start was slow, almost unbearably so, but Roman was determined to get to the monster murder part and stuck it out. Plus, the music was nice, and the characters were interesting. It really was relaxing to play, even if Roman was feeling impatient. Roman wrapped up in his throw from his bed and leaned against the arm of the couch with his feet up. When he looked up, he could see Thomas’s really focused face as he typed away at his computer. Thomas didn’t seem to acknowledge Roman staring at him, so either he didn’t care or didn’t notice. Roman went back to clearing out the farm.

“Welcome back, Virgil,” Thomas called from his desk and Roman looked up from the game to see a very sarcastic smile in the doorway, flipping him off. Virgil was in a good mood, he guessed.

‘Thomas got more chips,’ Roman signed after he put down the DS in his lap. Virgil looked excited and left the doorway immediately.

“What did you say to him?” Thomas asked curiously as Roman picked back up the DS.

“I told him about the chips,” Roman said passively, pulling out his sword and taking down some orcs.

“I worry about that kid’s sodium intake,” Thomas said with a concerned look, then turned back to his computer and went back to work. Lita joined Roman up on the couch at one point while Roman was playing. Eventually, the screen made his eyes hurt a, and he closed it up. He laid back on the couch and watched some ASL lessons on YouTube on his phone instead. He needed to learn a bit more vocabulary. And food signs. He put his phone upon his legs and signed along as guided.

Roman got through 3 videos before yawning defeated him from learning and he gave up to just watch YouTube in general, sinking further into the loveseat. There was an annoying guy who sucked at craft projects and cussed like a sailor that he couldn’t seem to stop watching. He chuckled through his nose as the guy covered his hand in fake blood from some fake injury involving sharp objects. He also watched a guy and his goth girlfriend with a killer eyeliner game try Instagram foods and take a blowtorch to donuts. Other than the ones that set on fire, they looked good. He was actually getting kind of hungry. He reached out and fruitlessly checked the bowl for any more pretzel bites. Darn. Roman glanced at the time on the wall clock, wondering if he should snack or not.

“How do you feel about take-out tonight? I’m kind of on a roll here,” Thomas asked, continuing to type. That was pretty impressive for a guy who didn’t look like he was paying any attention at all. Could he see Roman while he was working? Was he secretly psychic? He did somehow know when Roman scratched his bandages from another room yesterday.

“Um, whatever’s fine,” Roman mumbled.

“Will you find out what Virgil wants?” Thomas asked, continuing to type.

“Uh, sure,” Roman opened the texting app and messaged Virgil. “Indian or Thai,” Roman told Thomas as soon as Virgil responded.

“I should have guessed. Let’s get Thai,” Thomas said, pulling out his phone. He sent menu links to Roman, Virgil, and Patton in a group chat. Virgil replied with Tom Yum Kung pretty quickly. Roman hadn’t eaten Thai much, so he just picked Pad Thai, since it’s one he’d tried before and liked it. Thomas asked Patton to make the order and pick it up in the chat and went back to work quickly. Roman returned to watching things on YouTube. After a few videos, he realized he probably should catch up on his homework. He’d been wasting too much time today with that giant pile upstairs. Roman folded up his throw and got up.

“Hey, where are you going?” Thomas said, without moving his head or stopping. Okay, so Thomas could see him. Was this another dad powers thing or did he have amazing peripheral vision? It was weird.

“Homework,” Roman said as he picked up all his things.

“No, you need a break today,” Thomas said, shaking his head.

“I took a break yesterday,” Roman furrowed his eyebrows. “I have stuff to do,”

“You are recovering,” Thomas said firmly.

“I’m already behind on my homework,” Roman objected.

“You were behind when you got here. Patton or I am happy to help you catch up tomorrow,” Thomas offered with a sly smile.

“I’m sorry, you’re seriously telling me not to do my homework?” Roman asked incredulously.

“That’s exactly right,” Thomas nodded, looking bemused.

“Score. Then I’m getting the laptop to play Minecraft,” Roman smiled and motioned to the living room.

“That’s fine. Please walk carefully,” Thomas requested. Roman came back into Thomas’s office with the laptop and sat cross-legged with the blanket folded up in his lap to hold the laptop. He connected his headphones and loaded back up the mansion behind the waterfall creative mode he was playing the other day.

Virgil knocked on the door and Roman and Thomas looked up. Virgil pointed to Roman and Thomas looked back to his monitor.

‘What are you doing in here?’ Virgil signed to him, looking around.

‘Minecraft,’ Roman fingerspelled.

‘That’s Minecraft’ Virgil showed him the correct sign, which was just a digging motion on the palm for mine, then fingerspelling craft, which was odd. ‘But I meant in his office,’

‘Thanks. Thomas is concerned for me or whatever,’ Roman shrugged and motioned with his head to Thomas.

‘Lame,’ Virgil signed and stuck out his tongue.

‘I know,’ Roman rolled his eyes. Virgil walked away again and Roman returned to his craft.

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