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One time I dropped a straw down my bathroom drain. There’s a story behind this.

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Merry (almost) Christmas to everyone who celebrates it!

I HAVE WAITED ALL YEAR TO POST THIS

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I kept my word:

She has been released.

Okay, I don’t think I’ve talked about this before, but I love Animal Crossing. As soon as the new one came out, I got it. I played literally every single day for 3 months because I was so obsessed.

That doesn’t really have to much to do with what I’m about to say, but whatever.

Also, this sounds like a super serious post, but it’s not. I’m just really bad at conveying emotions.

Anyways, about 2 or 3-ish weeks into playing, I went to an island because I wanted another villager. And there she was. Deena the Devil Duck™️.

I got her, but then I decided “Wow, she’s kinda rude.” So I’ve been trying to get her off my island ever since. It has been almost 7 months. She is still here. I put up a fence a few months ago. I just put up a moat around her house last week.

No, I’m not making this to try to get other people to take her. I don’t hate her (I don’t hate anyone, I know she’s just trying her best).

The point of this post is that I’m considering giving her another shot. If she still has not left by Toy Day, I will let her out of her house and talk to her for the first time in months.

I will update you all if she leaves or when Toy Day arrives!

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In Place

Title: In Place

Word Count: 4274

Summary: A year later, Roman returns to the Sanders’ abode for Christmas. And maybe he’s still trying to figure out where he’s supposed to fit. Companion piece/Sequel to Homeward but can be read separately. Romantic!Parents!Logicality, familial!LAMP

Warnings: Feeling out of place. Fluff. Christmas clichés and tropes. Occasional undercurrents of angst, but it’s mostly holiday found-family fluff, tbh. Patton is Latinx in this but it’s only really mentioned in passing.

A/N: Is this chock full of clichés and tropes? Yes. Am I sorry for that? Nope. Do I have mixed feelings about how this fic actually turned out? Yep. C’est la vie. Happy holidays!

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December 23. 10:43 AM.

Roman looks over, his mouth quirking into a small, appreciative smile as Logan hands him a mug full of a steaming liquid. Roman’s folded up in the chair by the window, watching the late morning snowfall drift in large, lazy flakes towards the blanket of snow already on the ground. His first snowfall—in the middle of the night outside a broken down car with Virgil—flickers through his mind for not the first time in the past week.

Had that really been a year ago?

“Thanks, Mr. Sanders,” Roman says. A quick glance and deep inhale of the contents of the mug indicate it is coffee. He takes a tentative sip, an odd and unexpected note of affection squeezing his chest as he realizes that they remembered his usual of three spoonfuls of sugar.

Logan inclines his head. “You are welcome.” He has a mug in his own hand—and the faint scent of coffee drifts in the air around them. “How did you sleep?”

“Long,” Roman replies with a sheepish smile. “But it was good.”

The corner of Logan’s mouth twitches in something like amusement. “Still not as long as Virgil.” He glances towards the stairs and shakes his head.

Roman laughs a little. Virgil had yet to emerge from his room today. The college student quickly brushes the bangs falling into his eyes back into his hair. The brief moment of calm is interrupted by the sound of music drifting into the living room from the kitchen: a song that Roman recognizes as soon as the trumpet line kicks in, even before the lyrics.

“Feliz navidad. Feliz navidad. Feliz navidad, prospero año y Felicidad.”

Patton suddenly appears from around the kitchen doorway, dancing and singing along into a whisk. He’s in blue pajama pants and a gray t-shirt with a cartoon cat on the front. Roman can’t help the smile that breaks across his face, and though Logan rolls his eyes as Patton dances his way towards him, the spark of affection is evident. Almost as if it’s routine, Logan sets his mug of black coffee down on the side table right before Patton grabs his hand and pulls him into a dance in the middle of the living room.

Roman sips his own drink and watches them. Patton continues to sing in Spanish, and Logan matches his dancing at every step. Roman thinks it might be salsa. Or merengue. He doesn’t remember much from his dance lesson days. Logan and Patton, though, are actually…. Quite good.

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It’s that time of year!

Homeward

Title: Homeward

Word Count: 10,636

Summary: All Virgil wants is to be home with his dads for Christmas Eve. With his flight canceled, he’ll do whatever he can to make that happen: even accept a ride from a classmate he barely knows. Human AU. Platonic Prinxiety, Background!Parents!Logicality.

Warnings: cursing, some angst, homesickness in drove, homophobia mention, brief discussion of foster care, puns and other shenanigans, car troubles, unsafe driving behaviors (please don’t drive when sleep deprived, friends!), lying, crying, arguing, please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Oof, friends. I started this fanfic before Thanksgiving, and only now finished it. It is my longest TS fic to date (yikes, over 10k? Sorry mobile users who’ll get spammed with the length of this fic on first posting). I actually really enjoyed writing it, though, even if it did give me fits at times. I really, really hope you all enjoy it, and that the wait was worth it. I would love to know what you think. ^u^ Happy holidays! <3 Edited by yours truly, so all mistakes are mine.

Edit: Formatting issues warranted me trying to post this again. Sorry for the double notif! <3

Tags: @creativenostalgiastuff, @helloisthisusernametaken, @ren-allen, @quoth-the-sparrow, @princelogical, @random-pianist, @ravenclawicecream, @erlenmeyertrash, @milomeepit, @at-least-seven-pretty-potatoes, @rileyfirstname, @pinkeasteregg, @sassy-in-glasses, @vigilantvirgil, @generalfandomfabulousness, @lacrimosathedark, @thepoolofthedead, @monikastec, @heir-of-the-founders, @yourworstnightmare999, @artistictaurean, @kanejandkruge, @cdragontogacotar, @candiukas, @damienswifeolicitydallysgirl, @angst-patton, @savingshae, @noneed4thistbh, @awesomelissawho, @unikornavenger, @bopthesnoz, @spiralofsilencetheory, @finger-gunsss, @crownswriter123, @swlotakulady34 (I lost my tags list so if you’ve asked to be tagged after I posted “In Pieces” please send me an ask or DM, thanks!)

December 23rd - 6:04 PM.

Virgil Sanders feels his stomach sink as he stares at the email on his phone.

He’s gripping the device in fingers that are stiff and red from the cold air as he stands outside the university’s Humanities building. The cold, biting December air stings in his nostrils, and Virgil tucks his nose into the thick black scarf wrapped around his neck. The few students still on campus hurriedly rush across the plaza to duck out of the freezing, unforgiving cold and into the warmth of the buildings.

Virgil, on the other hand, feels rooted to the spot. He swipes down to refresh his inbox as if the airline might send him an email with the subject line of “hey, we were just kidding!”

Anything but the “Flight GW8102 Canceled” subject line, and the offer for a refund with the explanation that the next two days have flights completely booked.

Tis the season, Virgil thinks bitterly, his stomach churning. His chest clenches against the cold air.

Maybe he’s overreacting, but the realization that Virgil won’t be home for Christmas makes his throat close up and his eyes burn. He grits his teeth and resists the urge to hurl his phone through the campus square. He has to go home. The first time he has a real family and home to spend Christmas with, and he’d be trapped on campus with nobody. Alone.

This year was supposed to be different. Virgil hadn’t spent a Christmas alone—or feeling like it—since Logan and Patton had taken him in when he was fifteen-almost-sixteen as a foster kid. He was seventeen when they asked if he’d like to be adopted.

This would be his first Christmas as a real, legal Sanders. And now he wouldn’t even get to spend it with his dads.

Virgil clenches his jaw shut and shakes his head. “Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath. “Just perfect.”

“Everything Gucci?” a distantly familiar voice speaks up.

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One of my favorite Christmas stories!!

Countdown To Christmas

“This will be short,” I said. “Won’t take me more than I day,” I said. “Help it’s been four days and four thousand words,” I said. 

Ships: Human AU Prinxiety and Logicality

Warnings: Swearing, food mentions, and a couple lines of dialogue in all caps.

Word Count: 4,379

Tags: @wannabedisneyprincess @notafeeling

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“Roman, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Logan, I’m a romantic!” Roman yelled, twirling himself around and laying his arm across his forehead dramatically. “It’s in my nature to put mistletoe on every nook and cranny of this house!”

“Geez, Romano, at this point I’d almost say you have a crush,” Virgil teased, looking up from his video game.

“How DARE you!” Roman scoffed. “This has NOTHING to do with me!”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Kiddos, play nice,” Patton said, as he emerged from the kitchen. His face was dusted with a combination of freckles and dry cookie mix. His casual attire was covered with a lacy pink apron that Virgil had jokingly bought him a few years back. Roman smirked at the smile that was creeping onto Logan’s face.

Logan was always subtle about his emotions. HIs cheeks rose slowly, creating dents and creases around his face. His jaw would slowly drop and his teeth would separate. Logan smiled at a small number of things. He smiled proudly after doing something right. He smiled when he learned new things. But most notably of all, he absolutely lit up when Patton entered the room.

Did Roman promise not to meddle with things after Patton confessed to him about his crush on Logan? Yes.

Was Roman meddling right now?

Define: “Meddling.”

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an important lesson about making mistakes:

you can still get a cookie

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gummy lamas

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I LOVE THIS!!

a little bit old art, I started drawing them in July but finally finished just now 😌 Anyway can u guess who I drew first and who last? I'm curious if my style even changed for this time

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A Different Side of Hogwarts

arnings: Siblings picking on each other, swearing, anxiety

Word Count: ~1.7k

Pairings: Platonic LAMP at the moment, Pre-Romantic Reston

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The familiar sounds of Platform 9 ¾ filled the air as soon as Patton passed through the wall. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw the Hogwarts Express. The train that would be taking him to another year of fun!

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UPDATE:

I have a visitor staying at my campsite, and it’s some cow named Norma! I love!

Now, my island is full, but I really wanted her to move in. I was all ready to select Deena to move out, but instead of the “Choose an islander to leave your island!” screen, Norma said “Francine was thinking about moving!”

So yeah, Deena is still here.

Okay, I don’t think I’ve talked about this before, but I love Animal Crossing. As soon as the new one came out, I got it. I played literally every single day for 3 months because I was so obsessed.

That doesn’t really have to much to do with what I’m about to say, but whatever.

Also, this sounds like a super serious post, but it’s not. I’m just really bad at conveying emotions.

Anyways, about 2 or 3-ish weeks into playing, I went to an island because I wanted another villager. And there she was. Deena the Devil Duck™️.

I got her, but then I decided “Wow, she’s kinda rude.” So I’ve been trying to get her off my island ever since. It has been almost 7 months. She is still here. I put up a fence a few months ago. I just put up a moat around her house last week.

No, I’m not making this to try to get other people to take her. I don’t hate her (I don’t hate anyone, I know she’s just trying her best).

The point of this post is that I’m considering giving her another shot. If she still has not left by Toy Day, I will let her out of her house and talk to her for the first time in months.

I will update you all if she leaves or when Toy Day arrives!

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What I Want To Be

AKA Logicality, featuring Roman.

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Summary: When Trevor ruins the musical, there's only one himbo who can save the show.

Ships: Background (not really) Logicality. I guess platonic everyone.

Warnings: Swearing, mad Logan (so basically just lots of yelling), I'm really mean to an OC (rip Trevor), loss of voice. Tell me if I need to add anything else!

Thanks to @irritating-lady-knight and my discord server for beta reading and helping edit!

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"You WHAT?!" Logan shouted, clearly appalled by the news.

"I lost my voice, I can't sing." Trevor replied in a small, quiet, and raspy voice.

"How?! How could you have lost your voice? You're on vocal rest!" Logan quickly paced the small backstage area, trying to come to terms with this new problem.

"Well, there was kind of an opening night party at my house..."

Logan immediately stopped in his tracks and turned to look at poor Trevor. "Oh my god. You idiot. Don't tell me."

"We sang...the entire night." Trevor nervously confessed to the fuming Logan.

"F**k." Logan mumbled under his breath, which was a better reaction than anything Trevor could have hoped for.

Logan hid his head behind his hands. "Ok. Okay. Okokokokokok ok. We need a new Prince."

Logan paused for another second before exploding in panic and resuming his pacing. "WE NEED A NEW PRINCE! Holy- ok. H-How are we going to find a new Prince? You're the only one in the chorus who can hit the C5!" Logan resumed his pacing as he talked to himself about how idiotic Trevor was and how slim the chances of finding another Prince was before Patton, Logan's assistant, appeared at the scene.

"God, Patton, we're going to have to tell the orchestra to lower the note in 'Hopes And Dreams'."

"Wait why? What'd I miss?" As soon a Patton asked that, Trevor shrunk on himself for about the 50th time in ten minutes.

"Trevor. F**king Trevor. He lost his voice, so now we don't have a prince unless we find a replacement, but NONE OF THE ENSEMBLE CAN HIT THAT NOTE!" Logan shouted again, clearly losing his patience.

Patton looked to Trevor. "Ok Trevor, why don't you go get us your script, huh?" Trevor immediately nodded and ran to the dressing room he was assigned.

"Patton, we have-" Logan checked his watch in under 0.2 seconds. "An hour and a half until showtime. What are we going to do?"

Patton grabbed Logan by the shoulders. "Breathe, Logan. And don't worry! Roman can do it!"

Logan looked confused for a moment. "Roman? Roman King? The prop master? He's only a sophomore and he isn't even in the ensemble. Why him?"

"He basically already knows all the songs and he can hit that note! I think the only problem would be memorizing the lines." Patton explained.

Logan immediately brightened. "Patton, this is perfect! Are you sure he can hit the note?"

"Absolutely! Sometimes after rehearsal, I come to clean up, and I hear him sing it in the prop room! He hits it every time!"

Logan moved Patton's hands off his shoulders and intertwined their fingers, squeezing with bright eyes. "Patton, you beautiful genius! This is perfect!"

Patton blushed slightly. "O-Oh um- thanks? It wasn't anything-"

"Nonsense, Patton. You saved the show!" Logan then ran off to find the new prince in question, leaving Patton to buffer from the compliment.

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"You want me to WHAT?" Roman questioned as he was fixing up the cheap props the school donated to them.

"We need you to be the prince, you're the only one who can hit the high note." Logan calmly explained.

"How do you know?"

"Patton heard you sing it after rehearsal."

Roman furrowed his brow in thought before answering. "...fair enough. But I can't!"

"And why not?" Logan was losing all of his sanity within these short 15 minutes.

"I-I can't go onstage! Are you kidding? There's a million people out there!"

"Our auditorium only fits 100 people-"

"If I go out there, all of them will be looking at me. ME! It would be different if you were asking me to be an ensemble member, but the lead? No! No way!" Roman dramatically waved his hands about as if that was a conversation in itself.

Logan clasped his hands together near his face as he drew in a sharp breath. "If you don't play Prince." He started slowly. "I will personally destroy you and this mediocre excuse for a musical. I get that you have stagefright, but if this show doesn't go according to plan." He paused to get in Roman's face. "I *clap* WILL *clap* LOSE *clap* IT *clap*!"

Roman backed up as much as he could with the table behind him. "Pretty sure you're already losing it, teach."

Logan was probably about to slap Roman in the face when Patton picked a good time to come into the prop room. "Ok! Heh, why don't we just take a second to breathe, huh?"

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose and started pacing again, occasionally muttering something to himself.

"So, Roman, we could really use your help if you could provide it. I get it if you don't want to, but it would kind of save the entire show. You'd be our hero!"

Roman thought for a minute. He'd save the show? Surely that's an exaggeration...right? They had to have someone who could hit that note! It was only a C5! That's a fairly difficult note, but most of the tenors could probably do it! He-he couldn't be the only one!

Roman made a decision. "...where's the script and how much time do I have?"

"AHHH ROMAN!!!!!" Patton immediately pounced on Roman while Logan physically relaxed.

"Thank god. I'll go get Trevor's script-"

"No, I'll get it! I don't want a repeat of the last 10 minutes." Patton said as he freed Roman and bounced away.

"Great. Roman, you have precisely an hour and thirteen minutes to memorize the script, learn the music, and learn the choreography. Go find Virgil, and we'll come back to give you your script." With that, Logan left a baffled Roman in the prop room, dreading how the next hour or so was going to go.

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"Ok, now to the right."

Roman did so and began reciting his lines. "And the fair maiden fell deeply in love with the- the Prince?"

"'Madly'!" Virgil supplied. "Its 'madly in love'! And you should be using your Prince voice!"

Roman dropped his character and slumped. "Why did I do this? I can't learn the entire show in an hour!"

"Then why'd you agree to it? Left!"

Roman took a side-step to the left. "Because Logan would probably-"

"What would I do?" Logan suddenly came into the small rehearsal room, absentmindedly tapping his watch.

On second thought, he was probably doing that on purpose.

"Kill me, probably." Roman answered.

Logan sighed for probably the millionth time today and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I just came to tell you that we have 45 minutes until curtain call."

"Great. Thanks for the reminder." Roman said with a snark.

"You're welcome." Logan replied obliviously.

"Just go find your boyfriend or something" Virgil said while trying to help Roman stay in the right position.

"I...don't have a boyfriend?"

"Well, Patton's gotta be around here somewhere!"

Logan immediately choked on his own breath, making Virgil cackle.

"Wait wait wait! You- you mean to tell me that you and Patton aren't dating?" Virgil asked as he laughed.

Logan immediately flushed as he tried to compose himself. "I- why would we be? Why would you think that?"

"Because-"

"Hello, my hard workers! Anyone want coffee?" Patton suddenly interrupted, coming into the room with a small cup holder filled with cups of the aforementioned coffee.

"Please." Everyone said unanimously.

Patton giggled at his friends while handing out everyone's coffees.

"You knew my order?" Logan asked after taking a sip of the perfect coffee mix.

"Well sure I do! I would be a terrible assistant if I didn't!"

Logan blushed. "T-Thank you, Patton."

"Gee, I wonder why I thought you were dating." Virgil said sarcastically, taking a sip of his black coffee.

"Wait, Logan's dating someone?" Patton asked.

"No!" Logan exclaimed before realizing how loud he was. He cleared his throat. "Uh- no, I'm not currently dating someone. Virgil is just being delusional."

"So are some other people." Virgil added.

"Ok! Coffee is great in all but I kinda need to memorize the entire show, so..." Roman interrupted.

"Right." Virgil responded.

Roman moved back to the right.

"No- god- Roman, you dumb a**"

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Roman shook his hands nervously as he heard the audience chatter. Oh god, this was really happening, wasn't it?

"Roman, you're gonna be fine, ok? You know all your lines and moves." Virgil tried reassuring him.

"Barely! If I mess up, everyone will know-"

"That's not true, only we'll know, and if you forget, improv and just get to where we need to go."

Roman took a deep breath. "Yeah...ok, I can do that."

"The only thing that we can't allow is swearing, so technically, do whatever as long as it makes sense and is PG." Virgil rambled a bit nervously.

"Well there goes my B**chmas skit." Roman joked with a smirk.

"Places!" They could hear Logan announcing from a distance.

"Thank you places!" They responded.

"Hey" Virgil put a hand on Roman's shoulder. "You're gonna be fine. The shows going to be great."

Roman smiled softly. "Thanks."

Virgil then went over to where the ensemble was, probably reminding them of their choreography.

Roman shook of his nerves and walked onstage, where he was shielded from the audience thanks to the curtain.

For now.

"Five minutes until showtime!"

He could do this.

He heard the shuffling of the tech crew behind the set, ready at the curtains.

Shake out the nerves.

The auditorium lights dimmed.

Take a breath.

Their musical theatre teacher started talking to the crowd.

Get into character.

Then the curtains lifted.

Showtime.

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To say the show went well would be an understatement. Everyone loved Roman as The Prince. He was charming, kind, funny, and talented.

Saying he remembered all of his words would be a lie though. He did have to resort to improv, (which the other actors were aware that that might happen) but those scenes were made better and funnier by Roman's on-the-spot wit.

Everyone congratulated him as he walked through the school halls, making him smile the brightest he ever had.

"Roman!" Patton ran up to Roman and hugged him from behind. "Thank you thank you thank you! You did so good!!!"

Roman chuckled as the shorter boy freed him from the hug. "Thank you, Patton. But really, thank you, Patton! Without you, I never would have achieved this high level of fame!"

Patton giggled as Logan made his way over. "Roman." He started. "You...did well." He complimented unenthusiastically.

"Gee thanks, Emotionally Hard-ware." Roman replied sarcastically.

"Aw c'mon, Roman! Logan has feelings! Just watch!" Patton blushed as he got on his tip-toes and kissed Logan's cheek, making Logan actually malfunction like a broken robot; the only difference being his red face. "See?"

Roman laughed at his stage manager as Virgil suddenly appeared. "Yeah, 'not dating' my a**." Virgil said.

"Is that why I couldn't find either of them during intermission?"

"Probably." Virgil answered.

Logan finally started functioning again as Virgil and Roman kept accusing them. "I'll have you know that Mr. Sanders needed me in the lobby for intermission. Patton simply came along to help me."

"And to ask him out!" Patton added helpfully.

Logan flushed. "A-And that."

"Ok, this is getting too mushy for me." Virgil said as he turned to leave. "Good job, Roman. I thought you would crash and burn, but you did pretty well."

"Thank you?"

"By the way, Roman," Logan started. "Since Trevor's voice most likely won't be healed for tomorrow's shows, could you be Prince again?"

Roman had made a decision long before the question. "For my adoring fans? Absolutely."

Roman strutted off, satisfied with his performance and his fears conquered. He decided that this was it. This is his thing. He finally found what he wanted to do.

"There goes our new star." Patton smiled.

Logan sighed. "This is why professional productions have understudies."

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This was very self indulgent and is mostly crack, but I hope you all enjoyed! I just pasted and edited this whole fic in one sitting because I can't access my drafts for some reason, so please excuse any mistakes I might have made!

I would once again like to thank my discord server (ask for a link if you want in) for beta reading this for me!

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Okay, I don’t think I’ve talked about this before, but I love Animal Crossing. As soon as the new one came out, I got it. I played literally every single day for 3 months because I was so obsessed.

That doesn’t really have to much to do with what I’m about to say, but whatever.

Also, this sounds like a super serious post, but it’s not. I’m just really bad at conveying emotions.

Anyways, about 2 or 3-ish weeks into playing, I went to an island because I wanted another villager. And there she was. Deena the Devil Duck™️.

I got her, but then I decided “Wow, she’s kinda rude.” So I’ve been trying to get her off my island ever since. It has been almost 7 months. She is still here. I put up a fence a few months ago. I just put up a moat around her house last week.

No, I’m not making this to try to get other people to take her. I don’t hate her (I don’t hate anyone, I know she’s just trying her best).

The point of this post is that I’m considering giving her another shot. If she still has not left by Toy Day, I will let her out of her house and talk to her for the first time in months.

I will update you all if she leaves or when Toy Day arrives!

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Wonderful ending!! I was all over the place while reading this! This was truly a job well done!!

The Woes Of An Emo

Summary: It's about time they figure this out. All it took was a mental breakdown.

Warnings: Mental breakdown, swearing, crying, miscommunication, confusion, kissing. Tell me if I need to add anything else!

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Chapter 8: Oh That Took Way Too Long.

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Roman sat in the corner of the dressing room, hair sticking out wildly, makeup smeared from tears, outfit crumpled, phone by his ear, and sobs shaking his entire body, but he still smiled at Virgil.

Virgil took in a shaky breath. "I-" the words got caught in his throat.

Roman's sad smile disappeared as he ended the call. "Why-" His voice cracked. "Why did you have to do that?"

Virgil felt sick. "W-What?"

Roman got a little angrier as he glared at the ground. "Why did you-you- f**k." He swore quietly. "Why did you take me on the date if you knew? You- you knew, right?"

"K-Knew?" Virgil was operating on 1% brain function at the moment; he was barely breathing.

"Knew that I liked you, knew that-that I was Prince." The tears were loose again. "Knew that you had your own boyfriend."

Now Virgil was completely lost. "What? I- I mean yeah, I knew you liked me -you told me that part- but I didn't know you were Princey! If I knew that I would've said yes!" Virgil said before he could stop himself.

Roman stopped shaking to look confused instead, tears ceasing for a moment. "...What about your boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?! What made you think I had a boyfriend?!"

Roman stood to talk to Virgil better. "You said you liked someone else! A-And your phone call at the mall! You told someone you loved them!" He said defensively.

Virgil took three seconds to let that process. "That was my dad! Not my boyfriend! Are you insane?!"

"No. You are. You-you think this is funny, don't you?"

"What about this would be funny?"

"I don't know, maybe me making a fool out of myself thinking I had a chance."

"I'm not playing you, I swear."

"That's just rich, Virgil, totally believable."

"What can I say to make you believe me?"

"Nothing!"

"Why?!" Virgil was slowly losing his reasoning skills.

"Because why on Earth would anyone ever like me?! It was foolish of me to even think that you would say yes!" Roman was crying again as he yelled. "Why would you ever like me now? After seeing me like this?"

Virgil was stunned for a moment. What was he supposed to do? Roman wouldn't believe a word he said so how was he supposed to convince him?

...Well, actions speak louder then words, right?

"...F**k anxiety." Virgil walked towards Roman, grabbed him by his t-shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him.

...He was kissing him.

...oh my god he was kissing him.

It was at this moment when Virgil's anxiety returned, and he was about to panic and apologize when Roman grabbed Virgil's waist and kissed him back.

It wasn't how Virgil imagined it would be. It was hot and rushing, yet also nervous and gentle. There wasn't any fireworks or music in the background, just Virgil and Roman. Which was all he needed. Just the two of them. Together.

Virgil reached up to card his fingers through Roman's hair and cup his face with the other hand. He brushed his hand over Roman's cheek when he realized that Roman was still crying.

He pulled away from the amazing kiss to look at Roman. "Are you ok?"

Roman sighed. "Just...confused."

"About?" Virgil asked, still stroking Roman's cheek, making them both blush.

"Well...did you like Roman or Prince?"

"Oh- well- uh- I guess both? I mean, I've liked Princey for probably a year now so..."

"So-" Roman laughed. How could he laugh at a time like this?! "You had a crush on me, and I had a crush on you, but we never realized that we were the same people?"

Virgil let it sink in for a moment and laughed a little too. "Yeahahah we did." They both laughed together.

Until Roman wasn't laughing anymore.

He started simultaneously sobbing and laughing, his body beginning to shake again.

Virgil hugged Roman tight, slowly rocking Roman back in forth while he cried into Virgil's shoulder, raking a hand through Roman's hair, silently hoping that it was doing at least something to help.

"I'm-" Roman gasped for some air. "I'm sorry, I-I thought that-"

"Shhhhhhh." Virgil interrupted. "It's ok. I'm sorry that I was literally blind."

Roman chuckled through the tears. "We both were for awhile."

The stood there for a couple of minutes, trying to calm each other down.

Virgil looked to Roman. "How did you know anyway? That I was anxiety."

Roman looked Virgil in the eyes. "Well, heh, I heard Patton call you 'Virge' and I realized it sounded like your username...Then I realized it was a fricking pun."

Virgil chuckled again. "Yeah, I thought it was funny."

"It was." Roman smiled at him, and all Virgil could think was 'Roman. Smile. Cute.' "But I didn't want to assume, so I...I called you Hot Topic."

Virgil blushed. "Oh. Yeah, heh, I kinda just replied as a reflex to be honest."

Roman and him chuckled together again.

Roman hid his head in Virgil's shoulder again, melting into his touch.

"You ok?" Virgil asked quietly, resuming carding through Roman's hair.

"Not really, but you're helping."

"Anything else I can do?"

"Just-" Roman took a big breath. "Everyone thinks that I'm the strong one, but I can barely even handle something being...wrong with me."

"Roman, nothing is wrong with you, you're perfect the way you are."

"No, I'm not. I have all these imperfections and-and I can't fix them."

"Roman." Virgil started, looking back to Roman again. "Your imperfections are what make you you. Your imperfections, no matter what they are, make you unique, and I love that."

Roman's emerald eyes shone with tears and hope. "I love you."

Virgil blushed hard. "I-I love you too. A lot."

Roman chuckled. "Are you still one of those people who doesn't want to be my boyfriend?"

Virgil grew even more red, remembering their conversation from what felt like forever ago. "N-No." He admitted sheepishly.

Roman chuckled at him again. "Then kiss me again, Friend On The Other Side."

Virgil giggled and obliged, being in the moment for once instead of worrying about ahead. Why would he need to worry when he had everything he wanted in this moment?

All of their problems melted away as they just enjoyed having each other. Finally relaxed and content and loved.

Virgil pulled away from Roman. "What are we gonna say to Pat and Logan?"

"Why don't we just wait for them to find out?" Roman said with a teasing smirk.

Virgil laughed. "God, you're so annoying."

"You know you love me."

"Unfortunately."

Roman and Virgil continued to flirt and tease and maybe kiss some more, but whatever happened next was their moment. It belonged to them, and no one else needed to know. They were all they needed.

The End.

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Credit to @weweregoddesses and @thefingergunsgirl for helping edit this chapter!

And here is our final chapter!!!!!!! I really hope this was a satisfying ending, I'm not very good at ending fics lol! But I want to thank everyone who wanted to read this fanfiction, this is my longest taglist so far, and the amount of people that loved this really makes me feel like I did something well. I really hope that y'all enjoyed this experience, and I promise I have more fics where this came from!

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