#will probably draw the rest of the ac sander sides tomorrow

[mothman-did-nothing-wrong]

Running low on Mothman content, so have a nice squirrel in the meantime while we replenish our stock ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis(10):”is this alluding to something or is life just like that”

[Specific-Summary]: With senior year approaching, some stresses are inevitable, and they’re certainly not looking forward to them, but for now it’s summer and it’s okay to breathe a little while longer.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes, Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing  

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14)

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Dmitri was only mildly terrified to hear the doorbell ring and the all familiar, sing-song voice of his Aunt greeting the guest as if she was not just berating him for how he placed silverware. He’d been working on the patio for most of the morning, clearing up any left out gardening supplies, checking on the outdoor and indoor plants, and setting up the table. 

 On a lighter note, his plants have yet to burn to death, so that’s promising. 

His aunt burst through the patio doors, smile blinding and boyfriend on arm. Her gaze slid onto him and he froze but forced himself to continue setting down plates. 

“And this is my son, Dmitri,” She said, “Dmitri, you know remember Dr. Montag?” 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Dmitri nodded, putting down the final plate he turned to greet the Doctor, forcing himself not to flinch from their intense gaze, “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

“You too, son,” His head tilted, “I thought you said he was your nephew, Pat?”

His aunt wrung her hands together, smile soft, “Well I consider him my son,” she cooed, “After all... I did raise him. All by myself.” 

‘Lie’ Dmitri noted, becoming quite interested in the tiled patio. The doorbell ring and his Aunt looked at him, eyes critical.

“Dmitri, be a... dear and get that,” She turned back to Dr. Montag, “I hope you like blueberry- pancakes, I’ve been cooking all morning.”

‘Lie’ Dmitri ignored the urge to roll his eyes. Mindlessly went to get the door, not surprised to see Diana, Nate and their parents at the door. If Diana or Nate said anything or made in faces, he would not have known.

 It was autopilot really.  Clean the patio, answer the door, smile, nod, get the door. Agree with everything even if you agree with nothing. Don’t make her look bad, she’s done so much for you. Who feeds you, who pays for everything?  

After making polite conversation with the guest, he went to his room to change, coming out to the courtyard, a platter of pancakes in one hand, syrup in the other. 

Dr. Montag looked up, face kind as he got up to help Dmitri with the plates, everyone else falling effortlessly falling into a discussion about this or that.  

Diana kept shooting him looks, Nate kept mouthing something foul, and Dmitri just wanted to go to sleep. Or call Roman. Read. Write. Anything but this. 

“He’s rather quiet,” Dr. Montag commented, cutting his food into neat lines, “I know when I was his age, my parents had to beg me to shut up.”

Dmitri focused on his chewing. His pancakes tasting like cardboard on his tongue. 

“Dmitri has always been a shy kid,” His aunt said, “Always quiet.”

‘Lie’

“I mean kids are kids, you know,” Dr. Montag said, talking with his hands, “Always got something fascinating them, always reacting. I’m sure he cried, threw tantrums, like the rest?” he laughed. 

His aunt’s expression soured briefly, “Well maybe in the beginning,” She said, words slow, “After all, that sort of transition is rather hard. But he got used to it.”

Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies. 

Dr. Montag shook his head, expression tight, “Maybe... we shouldn’t dwell on that,” he said, “After all,” his voice got louder, drawing the other guests attention, “It is a celebration.” 

Diana’s mom’s eyes glinted, as she stirred more sugar into her tea, “And what are we celebrating again, Patty?” she raised the glass to her lips, with a smile. 

Aunt Patty’s expression was smug, as she raised her hand, ring and smile blinding, “I’m engaged, y’all!”

Dmitri’s stomach dropped.

God, he wished that was a lie. 

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“Woah, woah woah, hold up,” Roman said, phone balanced on his shoulder as he rummaged through his drawers, “Like, legal marriage? Marriage marriage? What? Don’t they fight like every other week?” 

“Every. Single. Week.” Dmitri gritted, keeping his voice low. Luckily he was dismissed to his room after alcohol got involved, and probably won’t be bothered until tomorrow, but he still kept an eye on the door regardless, “--And don’t get me wrong he’s ...nice? I think. But that’s the problem, he’s too nice, too interested, too forgiving.  It’s too much.”

“What do you mean?” Roman said, pausing. 

“I mean, the guys--She’s just--” Dmitri sighed, “Trust me, it’s weird. I just need to get out of the house. Preferably for the rest of my life, but a day is fine.” he said, “So do you have any plans tomorrow?”

Roman crouched, scanning the dark spaces between his  bed and the floorboard, “Uh-yeah, the end of school beach--Hold up give me a second,” He quickly yanked his swim trunks from underneath a stack of books, grinning victoriously as he slung it on his shoulders, “--But you can go to that too. The school as the space reserved for most of the day, and if you come I might be able to convince the staff to let us set up a bonfire!” 

“Why can’t you do it?” Dmitri raised an eyebrow,  hearing Roman laugh in response.

“Oh, no reason. No reason at all--forget I even said it, ” Roman hummed, “So does that mean you’re going?”

“I don’t know…” Dmitri frowned, “You’re going with your friends right?”

“Yes, but,” Roman drawled, “It’s school sponsored, we won’t be the only ones there, and--” he said, “...That also... means you can meet  some new people as well?”Roman suggested. 

“I don’t need friends.” 

“Well…”

“I don’t,” Dmitri insisted, “ I have a best friend and plants.”

“Aw, I’m you’re best frien-” Roman shook his head, “Not the point-not the point.  Dee, I ju--wait, are you pouting?”

“....No.”

“M-my god you are pouting, Dmitri?” Roman quieted his wheezing, “Dee, Babe-, as much as I love you, I worry okay?” Dmitri sighed, and Roman continued, “You don’t tell me everything, but should be able to talk or go to somebody when I’m not there.  I really am worried.” 

“You shouldn’t, my Peperomia are thriving.” 

“I,” Roman shook his head, “I’m being serious.” 

“I am too,” Dmitri said, he continued without much thought,  “-- I know I’m a loser, but not everyone wants to be friends with half the school.” 

“You know,” Roman blinked hard, forcing his voice to be leveled, “You know that’s not what I meant and you’re not a loser,” Roman stressed, and Dmitri went silent on the other side. 

“I know…” Dmitri finally said, shoulders slumped, “I know, I’m uh, sorry,” he winced, “You’re right it’s just...friends haven’t really worked the way I wanted them to--” he could hear Roman frowning and he chose his words carefully, “ I think having a little more time for myself is what I need, I guess? I  don’t know…” he flopped on his bed. 

“Don’t be sorry...I don’t know either,” Roman mumbled, “But let’s drop the friend thing, and let’s just have a good time, okay?” he said twirling the ends of his hair, “If it gets too overwhelming I’ll make it up to you.” 

“Sounds good…” Dmitri yawned, not really adding anything else or saying goodbye.

“Dmitri?” 

He blearily traced his sheets, becoming all too aware of how the distant laughter turned to arguing, “‘Just...want to listen to you for a little while longer.” 

Roman leaned against his dresser, “I think...we can manage that.” 

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