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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 2 years ago

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Hi! I love you! It’s finals season and I’m barely scraping by and suffering lots, so I could use a fanfic to live through! What about a mini fic where Peter is doing some homework in his room (compound/tower, or just Tony’s house but Morgan doesn’t exist) and he has a pretty bad fever. Tony notices he’s getting frustrated really easy and checks his temperature and then lots of cuddles?

Another mini-fic! This time staring a feverish, grumpy little rain cloud Peter and a very dad-like Mr. Stark. :) Very very very mild angst and some good old-fashioned fluff. Oh. And Peter gets a hug.

Finals Week Heat 980 words

Peter sat at his desk in Mr Stark’s workshop and grasped a fistful of his hair. It was only Wednesday, and he was already burnt out. Finals had been going strong all week, and he still had two more to go. His worst subjects. Spanish and world history. He released his hair in favor of rubbing his eyes and stared at his notes. As they blurred in and out of focus he slammed his fist down on the desk.

“Easy, Pete,” Mr. Stark called from across the room. “ What’s got you all worked up over there?”

“Nothing!” Peter snapped before he could stop himself. But he was so exhausted he ached and his head was starting to throb. It was making him unreasonably irritable. “I'm not worked up! I’m just tired.”

Mr. Stark arched a single brow. “It’s only eight o’clock.”

“Does it matter? I’ve been busy for days! I think I’m allowed to be tired.” Peter flourished a dismissive hand and directed his attention to his notes. “Just go back to your work and leave me alone.”

“Hey,” Mr. Stark warned. But for some reason, Peter didn’t take the hint, He visibly bristled and narrowed his eyes.

“What?” he aggressively shouted. “I know you’re in the middle of at least three projects and I have to study. Actually. You know what? I’ll just take this to my room. It’s whatever.” Immediately, he started haphazardly stuffing things into his bag, ready to flee the situation before it escalated further.

“Nuh-uh, no way, no how. Sit back down Kid.” Mr. Stark stood up, taking on an authoritative posture. “We need to talk about your attitude.”

Peter knew he should listen, and any other day he probably would. However, the tension in his body was wound so tight, he snapped instead. “I don’t want to sit down and don't want to talk to you. I just want to get this done.”

Mr. Stark's jaw clenched. “Sit. Down. Now.”

Knowing it was best to give in, Peter threw himself into his chair and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. Whether it was out of indignation or because an unexpected chill had consumed him, he wasn’t sure. Rather than contemplate it, he glared across the room.

“What are you studying for?”

“Finals. You know that,” Peter spat.

Mr. Stark’s face remained stoney as he regarded Peter with scrutiny. A few beats passed. He sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’ve been at it for hours with the flashcards, Kiddo. Why don’t you just call it a night?”

“Because I happen to like my 4.0 GPA, Mr. Stark!” The sarcasm was thick but the sentiment was genuine. He was at the top of his class and the pressure to remain in that slot was high. “If I don’t study, I don’t get to keep it.”

Mr. Stark's head tilted to the side. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I'm fine,” Peter grumbled. “Why?”

“You’re not usually this snippy with me,” Mr. Stark casually replied. He spanned the distance between them and ran his hand through Peter’s hair, down to his neck. The contact Made Peter shiver. “You’re burning up, Buddy,” Tony said, his voice significantly softer. “FRIDAY? Get me a tempt, will you?”

“Mr. Parker’s temperature is at one-hundred and two point three degrees.”

Mr. Stark nodded and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze.“Well, that settles it. You’re definitely done studying for tonight. The good news is, you’ll have a few extra days to review the material because you are definitely not going to school to-’”

“I have to go!” Peter growled. “I have finals to take!” He wished he didn’t. Staying home sounded idea.

“Nope. Zip it. The adult is talking.” Mr Stark, sent him a look, daring him to say anything else. Peter snapped his mouth shut. “You’re not going to school with a fever of a hundred and two. Not happening. You can make up the test.”

Peter slumped in his seat. “I want to be done with them,” he mumbled.

“And I want you to feel better,” Tony replied without missing a beat. His fingers went back to Peter’s hair. “You’re clearly miserable, Buddy,”

“Yeah,” Peter agreed, his eyes beginning to water. He gathered a tremulous breath and closed his eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t feel good.”

“Okay, Kiddo. You’re going to be okay.” Mr. Stark wiped a stray tear from Peter’s cheek and hauled him into a firm hug. “Let’s get upstairs, hmm?”

Inside the elevator, Peter leaned into Mr. Stark. “Sorry, I yelled at you.”

“I’d say it’s okay, but I definitely don’t want you biting my head off like that,” Mr. Stark said. He paused to swipe the bangs off of Peter’s forehead. Probably gauging the fever again, in the process. “It would be much easier if you just told me when you were sick.”

Peter sighed, unsure of how to explain how difficult it was to satisfy literally everyone’s expectations. “I didn’t want to-” he began, but Mr. Stark cut him off quickly.

“Another time, Bud. We’ll talk about it another time.” They had arrived at the penthouse. Mr. Stark stepped inside first and gestured down the hall. “For now, go get in your pajamas and meet me on the couch. I’ll fetch you some meds, and we’ll watch a movie until you conk out on me.”

Peter huffed a small laugh, knowing that’s exactly what would happen. He’d arrive at the couch wearing his comfiest pajamas, soft blanket in hand. Mr. Stark would give him some pills and sit in the corner of the furniture. He’d allow Peter to burrow into his side and, together, they would pick a movie. Probably something science fiction. It didn’t really matter. Mr. Stark was right. He’d be warm and comfortable and sound asleep before they made it a quarter of the way in.

Super happy to see you again @yescaptainmarvel123875 I feel like it's been a while! Hope you are doing well and enjoy this fic!!

#happyaspie mini fic #<check out that tag #fic under 1k #tumblr mini fic #sick peter parker #fever #grumpiness #very very very mild angst #peter parker #tony stark #spider-man #iron man #irondad and spiderson #marvel #mcu #irondad #irondad fic

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littlest-nightingale · 2 years ago

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Guess what time it isss!! Qsmp agere thoughts time!!!!

Bbh isn't technically Baghera's caregiver, but he may as well be at this point

Forever has taken care of little Cellbit once and would love to do it again, but Cellbit is not a fan (he never intended for Forever to know in the first place)

Tallulah can read littles like an open book, she just knows when someone is little

Charlie has a problem with sexualizing himself when he's slipping because he thinks it will pull him out of that headspace. It doesn't, and he doesn't find the strength to let ppl know until the last second.

Phil regresses very, very rarely, but when he does, Fit is his cg.

Roier loves wearing dresses and skirts while regressed because he wore them when he was little (I hc him as trans) he's a big fan of swishy skirts

Cellbit lets little Roier braid his hair (Jaiden does this occasionally, sometimes Richas will let him out things in his hair as well)

Etoiles is just as restless when he's little, gets upset when he's told he's too small to fight. There's been several instances of him getting back from a dungeon or fight and immediately going completely boneless and small. (Normally in Phil or Baghera's arms)

Maximus has tried to babysit a little before, but he got emotional and ended up calling someone else to take care of the kiddo

Mariana realized that little time is the perfect opportunity to help Charlie learn more Spanish. They use flashcards and watch/play videogames in Spanish if given the option, and there's special rewards for learning new words and phrases! Charlie loves showing off his new words to whoever will listen, it's adorable

Quackity hasn't regressed voluntarily since Wilbur left. He doesn't want to be little without his caregiver, and he doesn't want to ask anyone else to cg for him. Phil has offered to care for him time and time again, but Quackity refuses.

Jaiden has an endless supply of stories from back home (I hc that Jaiden was raised on a Pixelmon/pokemon world) that the littles find fascinating. She's trying to see if she can get access to her boxes so she can prove they're real.

Phil tends to forget that his wings are clipped and will get hurt because of it, for some reason little Phil hasn't processed that he can't fly anymore.

Wilbur doesn't let himself regress anymore, because he thinks he needs to be big for his daughter. Little does he know that his Dad regresses around Tallulah all the time.

Richas once looked Cellbit dead in the eyes and told him to go regress because he needed a break. Cellbit insisted he was fine. Richas then proceeded to do everything in his little dragon power to make his dad feel small.

I don't know much about Pac and Mike but I feel like they are absolute menaces when little. The most rambunctious pair of toddlers the server has ever seen. Need constant supervision because they are the regressor equivalent of Phineas and Ferb and they will get hurt if left on their own.

#sfw age regression #agere #qsmp agere #mcyt agere

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artanddaddyissues · 3 years ago

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Portia moments with her baby

If you want to see the other Li’s posts with their babies, go here!

Heads up: mostly fluff, kiddo’s pronouns are they/them, fem pronouns for her partner, Portia is orange and M/C is yellow

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- MAMA PORTIA IS SUPERIOR

- She would die for her baby on the spot

- While pregnant, she tries her best to keep your spirits high always encouraging you, reassuring you and keeping you comfortable.

- She teaches her baby how to read and write as soon as they start to speak

- has prepared flashcards and holds little lessons with them often, while you prepare snacks.

- "What happened at school today?" "Someone... pushed me..." "Well, did you push them back? OH, maybe next time PUNCH THEM!" "PORTIA NO-" "MOM YES!"

- Chaos in the house sometimes, but what's a Devorak without a little chaos??

- Portia is nervous when they enter the world but she still tries her best to be brave and teaches her kid that its okay to be nervous, and that they have to be brave.

- Lots of encouragement and support from this mama

- Portia and her child are a tag team duo of mischief. Portia feels she can let loose and have fun around her kid.

- She loves when they try to braid her hair, even though they pull and leave most of the strands out they improve every time they try. Portia loves seeing her kid succeed.

- She makes sure to document her entire baby's life, so that way they always have memories

- "Come here! Mama wants a photo" "Do I have to-" "Yes! You'll thank me one day."

- Ultimate mama bear. She WILL fight someone in the middle of the market, just because her kid accidentally knocked over some fruit. "They didn't mean it! How can you possibly not understand?!"

- Portia stresses a lot about balancing work, baby and you and sometimes feels like she has to do it alone but you're always there to remind her that you're happy to help.

#the arcana #the arcana game #portia devorak #portia the arcana #portia headcanons #the arcana portia #the arcana game portia #portia x reader #arcana

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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Hey girlie!

Any recommendations for nursing essentials? I've scrolled through Amazon and Etsy like a million times lol!

I have a stethoscope, pen lights with batteries and a new calculator! Anything else you recommend?

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OHHHH MY GOD YOU'RE KIDDING?? I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT OKAY OKAY OKAY. THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I'VE BEEN WAITING.

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Below I'll make a list of everything that I got that was mandatory by the school to get and I'll give descriptions:

Face Masks Black Disposable 100PCS for Men & Women Adults Breathable Face Mask Brand HUEZOE. This is important for clinicals obviously and given the state of the viruses and bacteria going around in the world, I'm staying as safe as I can lol.

Reebok womens Walk Ultra 7 Dmx Max. These are amazing, I've already tested them out and they're genuinely so easy to walk in and I have super flat feet and a lot of pain because of arthritis.

Airanes Anti Fog Safety Glasses. These were mandatory on my end for my school and I looked for hours, sifting through reviews and I tried them on and they're super cute.

MDF® Acoustica® Deluxe Lightweight Dual Head Stethoscope. THESE ARE SO COMFORTABLE. I love them and I've been using them and testing them out with Justin and my mom, it's also a very justifiable price.

Prestige Medical Adult Premium Aneroid Sphygmomanometer. This is so cute and I'm hoping to really make it a conversation piece with elderly and kiddos.

Utopia Care Medical and Nursing Lister Bandage Scissors. These were required by the school and these are very comfortable to hold and your hand doesn't cramp up at all.

Waterproof Horizontal ID Badge Holder. These were required and so were the stationary clips they come with. We're not allowed to have retractable ones since people like the elderly and kids will pull on it.

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Here, I'll make a list of everything that I got just for fun:

4Pcs Headbands with Buttons Face mask for Nurse. This I got because I have bangs and hate when hair gets in my face. I think it'll be useful in all environments; lab, lecture and clinicals.

Lion Latch. This I got because I wear some jewelry and I don't want to lose anything when in lab and clinicals.

Peppermint oil. THIS IS A MUST. I don't know if you've smelled the smells that come out of hospitals and patients, it's insane. So I'm gonna take this peppermint oil and put it between two masks when I know I'm going into a stinky case.

Opoway Stethoscope Carrying Case. This I got to keep my stethoscope and blood pressure cuff safe since I'll have a lot of things in my bag at all times.

Hongri Clipboard. This is just a must considering we'll be walking and standing a lot in lab and clinicals. It's really sturdy.

Office Supplies Divider Sticky Notes. These are amazing to pop in and out of text books.

On top of that, I got a really nice planner, pens and highlighters and pencils, a huge three ring binder with 36 dividers, 2 pairs of scrubs from my college bookstore.

I'm still hoping to get a book bag and a new lunchbox.

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Recommendations:

So, nurseinthemaking on etsy is AMAZING. She sells, planners, study guides and a BUNCH of other things. On instagram and tik tok, she'll nclex questions of the day and she'll post individual concepts broken down. From her, I would recommend the nursing bundle and the full set of nclex flashcards. It's important to start studying for the nclex as you go through the program instead of once you finish it.

I also recommend RNExplained on etsy and the other social medias.

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caitystudieshistory · 3 years ago

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24/5/22

I had a fairly productive long weekend. I can’t help but feel like I’m falling behind… I have a test on Thursday and I somehow haven’t even finished all the readings.

Sometimes being a single parent and being in school full-time is so hard to balance. I have a Zoom meeting tonight right before my kiddos bedtime, and I am so exhausted.

Hopefully I can get everything done for my India and the World class today, so all I’ll have to do is review my notes/flashcards tomorrow and Thursday.

#studyblr #history major #history student #study blog #studying #studyspo #university student #studygram #college studyblr #history #university studyblr #yeolpumta

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years ago

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Funkin' Sides (FNF/Sanders Sides mod concept)

As a disclaimer I have absolutely no mod-making experience/motivation so this'll stay as just a concept.

Summary: C!Thomas has lost touch with his singing passion, and it's up to BF to help him regain that confidence. But to do so, he must journey into the Mindscape and confront each aspect of his personality one by one.

This would be a total revamp of all the weeks, with new songs, characters, secrets, and animated cutscenes. Each Core Side will have their own week.

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Week T (Thomas)

Song: Personality

Location: Apartment Living Room (real world).

Synopsis: Thomas introduces himself and explains his Sides to BF, deciding to do a warm-up rap battle.

If Personality is finished on Hard, additional dialogue alludes to the Dark Sides and a hint on how to unlock their weeks (but he discourages BF from doing so).

"I wouldn't be too harsh on Patton or Roman. Unless you're prepared for..things you might not wanna see, hear, or experience."

The rest of the weeks and how they'd play out are under cut.

Beware of spoilers for Working Through Intrusive Thoughts and other recent TSides episodes

Week L (Logan)

Songs: Logical, Teacher, Clairvoyance, Ignorance (secret)

Location: Commons Room (Mindscape)

Synopsis: After introducing himself, Logan attempts to add BF's lingo to a flashcard, but discards it upon being questioned. He warns that he's not the most musical Side but tries his best as this serves to help Thomas.

Secret: Typing 01134 during Clairvoyance for the first time interrupts it as Logan becomes confused and annoyed that they're going off-schedule. Asking BF if he's trying to "cheat" and choosing "Yes" (or typing the same code in subsequent playthroughs) in a dialogue prompt angers him and makes the "Orange Side" take over, turning his eyes orange and the screen an orange hue.

Gameplay Mechanics (Orange Notes): During Ignorance, hitting orange arrows shakes the screen and angers BF, making him unable to focus, taking away 10% of his health.

Ignorance is similar to Clairvoyance but set to Very Hard. After beating it, it's permanently available in Freeplay.

Week P (Patton)

Songs: Morals, Pop, Selflessness, Amphibbing (secret)

Location: Nostalgic/Patton's room

Synopsis: Patton greets BF as "kiddo" and gleefully accepts the singing challenge, making a few cheesy puns before they start.

Secret: When Week P is selected after beating it on any difficulty, there's a small chance a frog will be on his shoulder. Clicking on it (a cursor appears when hovering over the sprite) unlocks the song in Freeplay.

Amphibbing Synopsis: In an alternative timeline, this replaces Selflessness. BF apparently caught Patton on a bad day, as he feels distressed over losing. But when he's goaded into a final match, he turns into his giant frog form. He feels guilty but BF apologizes first. The two decide to sing to help him get back to normal.

Week R (Roman)

Songs: Creativity, Passion, Royalty

Location: Mindpalace Theatre (similar to normal Week 1's stage but fancier).

Synopsis: Roman boasts about his own singing abilities and decides to accept BF's challenge, transforming the Commons Room into an extravagant theatre to "set the stage" for this glorious battle. BF also gains a gold microphone like his.

Unique Animations: His expressions get more annoyed as he keeps losing, eventually drawing out his sword as Passion ends and swings it around throughout Royalty.

Post-Royalty Cutscene: In the end he lets his pride go and allows BF to win. Thanks to him he feels confident that Thomas can sing again. And he warns him of "one last hurdle" to jump over.

Week V (Virgil)

Songs: Anxious, Aversion, Acceptance

Location: Virgil's room

Synopsis: Being the natural source of Thomas' low confidence. BF vows to help him regain this, not just to help Thomas but also the anxious Side personally.

Unique Animations: During Anxious and Aversion, Virgil is sitting on the stairs with the whole background being nearly dark, but it becomes progressively brighter. During Acceptance, he is more confident and smiles, standing up. His eyeshadow also becomes a shimmering lavender color.

Secret Week/Week R̶̤͎̾̎ͅ (Remus)

Songs: Intrusive, Repent, Nightmare

Criteria: Beating Royalty on Hard.

Location: Mindpalace Theatre (destroyed)

Synopsis: Remus knocks out Roman and turns the stage into a nightmarish version. He claims it's his turn to "have some fun" and makes an obligatory "blue balls" joke before beginning.

Gameplay Mechanics (Unpredictability): Due to Remus' world-manipulating nature, he can hinder BF's progress in several ways:

Intrusive (Tentacle): An octopus tentacle randomly throws trash across the screen as a distraction. Items can hit BF's icon and lower his health by a small amount.

Repent (Vine Notes): Notes wrapped in bloody vines take away 20% of BF's health if hit.

Nightmare (Intrusive!GF): In addition to the above, an illusion of GF is made (similar to Nico from WTIT) as a last-ditch effort, draining BF's health by 0.5% when it's Remus' turn. Both him and the GF share the same vocals and poses. The illusion gradually fades near the song's end.

All (Creepy Atmosphere): The lower BF's health is, the darker/greener the screen overlay becomes.

Secret Week/Week J (Janus)

Songs: Deception, Lies Lies Lies, Selfishness

Criteria: Beating Selflessness on Hard

Location: Garden of Eden (imaginary)

Synopsis: Janus tries misleading BF into thinking Thomas is using his singing talent for his own personal gain. But when BF isn't persuaded Janus decides to test him and see how well he's done.

Gameplay Mechanic (Hungry Snake): Occasionally, a gold snake will "eat" a portion of BF's side of the health bar, slowly stretching towards him. The player would have to keep the icon away from the serpent's mouth or else it's an instant game over. During Selfishness the snake may stretch to consume 90% of the health bar

#*whew*#i finally fleshed out this concept #hope ya'll like it!#fnf #friday night funkin #fnf mod #sanders sides #tsides #ts spoilers #character thomas #logan sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #clanspeaks

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delimeful · 5 years ago

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the shapes in the silence (11)

new chapter at the behest of one of my patrons! hope you enjoy! >:)

warnings: terrible coping mechanisms, antagonistic but not "evil" deceit, semi-vivid panic attack, suicidal implications/thoughts, arguing, an antagonistic and also genuinely evil cliffhanger, take care for realsies

After a few days of solitude, Logan emerged from his room with a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

He dropped a comically large stack of paper onto the lounge table, interrupting their bi-monthly binge of Parks and Rec. Patton obligingly paused the television, smiling at the sight of the other Side.

Roman probably would have complained, except Virgil-- as Puff-- had been dozing on top of his head for the past twenty minutes, and one of his wings was draped over Roman’s face like a makeshift blindfold. So, he hadn’t really been watching anyways.

“I’ve figured it out,” Logan said, gesturing to the meticulous lines of not-so-meticulous handwriting. “The shrinking.”

Everyone seemed to perk up in interest, and Virgil dropped onto Roman’s shoulder, kneading his claws lightly into the sash.

“You know why?” Patton prompted after another moment of Logan preening.

“Yeah, Specs, don’t leave us in suspense!” Roman demanded, valiantly restraining his gesturing for the sake of not accidentally unbalancing Virgil. The two of them had only had to learn that lesson once.

Logan nodded, adjusting his glasses briefly. “My current hypothesis is that our reduced states are the result of a sort of… mental lock. We shrink when the locking mechanism is triggered, and it takes a figurative key to restore our previous, normal stature.”

“A key?” Patton asked. “You figured out how to undo it?”

“Not for everyone. Think of it as customized locks. There’s a different key for each of us, and I’ve only discovered my own.”

Virgil tilted his head curiously at Logan’s words. The first bit was about what he’d figured, but a ‘key’ to change back? He used to think he only changed back in his room, but there had been a couple of occasions where he’d shifted forms unexpectedly. None of the others had had to be in their rooms to change back, either.

Roman was frowning in thought. “Wait, how in the name of Disney did you figure out your key?”

Logan looked delighted at the question. He moved to sit in his usual armchair, and then closed his eyes for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly and his mouth dropping into a frown.

In the next moment, he was doll-sized. “Extensive and rigorous experimentation,” he said, carefully getting to his feet on the plush chair fabric.

Roman and Patton immediately burst into excited chattering, each theorizing or commenting on Logan’s tiny stature, and Virgil quickly abandoned ship before Roman really did gesture him right into the air. He trotted along the back of the couch and kicked off of it, landing on the arm of Logan’s chair.

Logan looked up at him for a moment, before referring to a pile of tinier-than-normal flashcards pulled from his pocket. “Puff. I hope there’s no ‘hard feelings’ about my former hypothesis. It was nothing personal, I can assure you.”

It wasn’t like the theory had been too far fetched. Virgil hopped down to the seat of the chair and brushed against Logan’s side like a large, scaly cat. It seemed to do the job of convincing Logan that they were cool.

Logan looked back over at the other two. “Time to continue the lecture, I believe.”

With that, he clapped his hands together in a familiar pattern, one that had been used in countless classrooms in Thomas’s life. Two normal claps, and then three rapid ones.

Almost immediately, Patton and Roman clapped the returning pattern, paused as though registering what they’d done, and then turned to face Logan.

“Was… Did you just teacher-clap at us?” Roman asked, astounded.

Logan looked incredibly smug at his gambit working so perfectly, and Virgil barely had time to claw his way back up onto the armrest before the logical Side was back to normal.

“My key,” he said, “is being listened to.”

Then, as though he couldn’t resist, he added, “Who’s falling behind now, Roman?”

Roman spluttered with exaggerated indignance, and Virgil was absolutely certain that Princey was going to spend the next several days rising to the challenge. He shook his wings out, the dragon equivalent of rolling his eyes.

Patton, on the other hand, clapped enthusiastically as though Logan had performed a magic trick. “Wow, way to grow!”

Logan sighed deeply. Patton grinned, and then paused.

“See, the only thing I’m wondering now is, why is this happening to us all of the sudden? It’s certainly not something we’ve had to deal with before.”

There was a terse silence.

“I’m still working on theories in that regard,” Logan finally responded, mouth pinched slightly. “There have been many periods in the past where certain upheavals in Thomas’s life have led to our surroundings or our very selves changing. It’s entirely possible that this… ‘shrinking’ effect is a similar case. That brings me to my next point: we need to speak with Thomas.”

Virgil noticed Roman grimace for a moment. “Does he really need to know about all… this?”

“We certainly can’t keep it from him!” Patton replied as he walked closer to the rest of them and held out his arm. Virgil scaled it with ease, clambering up to perch on Pat’s shoulder like a parrot. For once, he agreed with Roman. He wasn’t sure this would end well, but... it wasn’t his job to bring up doubts right now. “He’s going to have to learn about it eventually, whether now or whenever he calls us up to talk about whatever is bothering him.”

“Precisely,” Logan agreed. “The more information we gather on this matter, the better.”

“I guess…,” Roman crossed his arms, but conceded. Patton gave him an encouraging hug.

“Plus,” he added as he pulled away, “if we go now, we can have Thomathy meet Puff!”

A beat late, Virgil realized just what that meant, and a flood of panic washed out the peaceful haze in his mind. They couldn’t take him to see Thomas! What if his host recognized him?

… What if he didn’t?

“It’s fine with me,” Logan added. “He does seem to be a rather permanent fixture in the Mindscape, though I’m not sure what that says about Thomas.”

“It says that he’s simply the coolest,” Roman shot back, his spirits seemingly lifted by the idea. He reached over and lifted Virgil off Patton’s shoulders, holding him in the air and spinning in a dizzying circle. “You’ll love Thomas, Puff, just you wait.”

“Why wait?” Patton chimed in with an excited smile. “I’ll go let the kiddo know we’re coming!”

He sank out, and Logan spent a short moment making sure his tie was properly aligned before following. Roman tilted his head slightly as though listening to an invisible sound before smiling widely. “There’s our cue!”

Before Virgil could do more than feel a sense of impending doom, the world was blurring and shifting around them, and he was dragged up along with Roman.

The dizziness as he entered the real world was so heady that he nearly blacked out, his head spinning. When his vision cleared, he realized he was being held up like an infant Simba.

Right in front of his host’s face. He froze like a deer in the headlights, mind screaming wordlessly.

“Ta-da!” Roman announced. “The newest, cutest denizen of your mind! Aside from me, of course.”

Thomas leaned in slightly, no trace of disgust or fear on his face. It made him look younger. “Woah. Hey there, little guy. Puff, right?”

He held his hand out carefully, and almost magnetically, Virgil placed a tiny, clawed hand on it. An encouraging smile was all it took, and then he was abandoning all caution and climbing right into the arms of the one who was supposed to fear him the most.

Thomas just shifted obligingly to create a better platform, and ran a thumb over his spine scales. Virgil craned his head up to look, and saw only quiet astonishment and awe on his host’s face.

There was no question. He didn’t recognize him.

Virgil had no idea what the emotion in the pit of his stomach was-- an amalgam of relief, disappointment, terror, sadness, so dense it was physically painful-- but after a moment, he let himself go lax. He could deal with it later. He could deal with everything later.

For now, his host was holding him close like he was something treasured, something precious. It was more than he’d ever hoped for and all he could ever need.

Whenever Thomas spoke, he could feel the words vibrating in his host’s chest. It was almost like a hug. He stayed there, content to listen only vaguely as the others explained what was going on and tried to work out the reason why.

After a while of circular discussion, Thomas went a little tense, catching Virgil’s attention. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“We’re trying to figure out what’s going wrong to cause this… inner turmoil, right? Why don’t we get Anxiety in on this? If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s coming up with worst-case scenarios.”

Virgil went still and frozen, and Roman’s gaze darted down to him for a moment before his expression firmed into a frown. “Absolutely not. That villain won’t have anything helpful to contribute.”

“On the contrary, I believe Thomas has a point. Anxiety could have a side to this story that we haven’t heard yet, but if we were just to ask him,” Logan countered, “he may share.”

“Kind of strange that he hasn’t popped up already,” Patton added with a concerned frown. “The kiddo doesn’t generally like it when people talk about him without him there.”

“Let’s at least give it a shot,” Thomas decided, lifting a hand. “Anxiety!”

No, no no no. This wasn’t how he wanted it to go. Virgil braced for the irresistible tug on his core, the breaking apart of his fragile peace--

It didn’t come.

There was no pull. Why wasn’t he feeling the pull? He couldn’t detect even the slightest call, which was impossible, unless--

Perfectly on cue, a dark figure appeared from thin air on the staircase, jumpscaring Thomas and offering a mocking smirk.

“You called?”

It… was him. It was Anxiety, dark hoodie and darker eyeliner, sneer and all. Virgil felt the strangest disconnect from his own identity for a moment before things snapped back into place. No summons, his own desire for secrecy, a perfect doppelganger.

Deceit.

A low, rumbling growl started up in his chest, and his hackles rose instantly at the sight of that liar daring to wear his face.

Thomas’s hands jerked away in surprise, and Patton reached over to soothe him. “Easy, Puff. He won’t do anything to you, promise.”

“That’s right,” Roman agreed in a completely different tone, stepping forwards to put himself between the fake Anxiety and the others, as though Virgil was pathetic enough to be worried about himself and not whatever bullshit Deceit-As-Anxiety was about to feed the others. His growl lowered in volume, but refused to taper off.

“Like I care about your newest pet project,” Fake-Anxiety said, rolling his eyes in disdain. “I’m just here to do what I do best: tell you how you messed up.”

Logan frowned at him. “You believe our current situation is the result of Thomas erring in some way?”

“Not just some way. All the ways. It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Fake-Anxiety said, gesturing widely to Thomas with one hand. “Something’s wrong with you. You’re broken.”

“That’s not true,” Patton said firmly, frowning in disapproval. “Anxiety, I expected better from you.”

Virgil felt his throat close up, even though he wasn’t really the one Patton was speaking to. It wasn’t like Patton knew that. How was he ever going to look anyone in the eye after this?

“Wait, what? How am I broken?” Thomas asked, not as indignantly as Virgil would have preferred. He gently butted his head against Thomas’s arm for morale-boosting purposes.

“I mean, think about it,” Fake-Anxiety said, spreading his palms open in a faux innocent gesture. “How many times have you screwed up in the past couple of weeks? Speaking with family, hanging out with friends, even just basic customer service interactions. Those were all your fault, and you know it.”

Thomas’s hands shook slightly. “I…”

“Falsehood,” Logan cut in sharply, his expression severe. “A person cannot be ‘broken’, particularly not for simple mistakes. In any case, there is no meaningful connection to be drawn between your baseless accusation and our current conundrum.”

Before Fake-Anxiety could respond, Patton’s hands flew to his mouth. “Wait. Kiddo, you don’t really think that about yourself, do you?”

All eyes turned to Thomas, who hesitated just a beat too long. “No… I mean, not entirely. Not all the time.”

“Thomas…” Roman looked stricken. “There’s no reason to feel bad about yourself!”

“Emotions… are often without reason,” Logan said, sharing a look with Patton. “This is important information, though. It’s entirely possible that a negative sense of self could affect us, as aspects of yourself. This could be the cause.”

“Then… How do I fix it?” Thomas asked, voice strained.

“You can’t,” Fake-Anxiety said, inspecting his nail polish as though bored. “You’re going to be stuck like this forever.”

“The first step,” Logan said, with a complicated glance towards the figure on the stairs, “is not letting negative thoughts control you. I was hoping Anxiety would be able to shed a light on our discussion, but it’s become clear that he’s… not in a helping mood.”

Fake-Anxiety clicked his tongue. “I’m helping. Helping you not make an even bigger embarrassment out of yourself.”

“Don’t listen to that villain,” Roman told Thomas, glancing down at ‘Puff’. “You have the power to send him away, Thomas.”

“Don’t bother. I’ve said my piece, and you know I’m right.” Fake-Anxiety gave a mocking salute before sinking out, making brief eye contact with Virgil as he did.

“He’s not right… right?” Thomas asked, his face a little pale. “I mean, it’s Anxiety.”

In his arms, Virgil tucked his limbs in tighter against himself.

“You are not broken,” Logan reiterated calmly. “Take a few deep breaths.”

“You do feel bad, though,” Patton said, a hand pressed over his heart in sympathy. “Kiddo... why don’t you take today for yourself?”

“That’s right!” Roman gripped Thomas’s shoulder comfortingly. “Do something that you’ll enjoy, and you can worry about everything else tomorrow, okay? We’ll sort things out on our end.”

They spoke for a little longer, making new plans and cancelling old ones, and Virgil felt as though his mind was full of static. Eventually, finally, he was back on Roman’s shoulder, ready to sink out.

“Nice meeting you, Puff,” Thomas waved, and something in Virgil’s chest twisted painfully at it all. He chirp-crooned back, and it felt like a goodbye.

Luckily for him, the others were all preoccupied with their own thoughts and plans. It took almost no effort to slip away, and before he knew it he was back in his own room, in the form that everyone hated.

His summon was nonverbal and insistent, and before long, Deceit appeared before him, this time in his own skin. Virgil wanted to yell, to rage and vent the emotions inside of him.

“How could you?” Instead, his voice came out quiet. Cold. Betrayed.

Deceit shifted, a flash of discomfort crossing his face before he composed himself. “They needed a villain. Last I checked, it was you who cast yourself in that role.”

A villain. He felt himself shaking, distantly. “You used me. Like an object.”

“To help Thomas--”

“To frighten him into doing what you wanted!” Virgil said, voice finally rising. “To guide the others like puppets on strings and to make me take the fall for your plan!”

“This is for you, too!” Deceit finally snapped back, before taking a deep breath. “This isn’t a framing, Virgil. It’s an opportunity. They won’t look for you, and that gives me enough time to fix things. Come home.”

Virgil laughed, once, harsh like broken glass. “No.”

Deceit held up a hand, sweeping it downwards and shifting himself into Fake-Anxiety again. It was like looking in a mirror, but the reflection was… different, this time. It wasn’t the one that had sat on the stairs before.

“Look at yourself, Virgil. Look at what you’ve been doing to yourself.”

The bags under his eyes were dark and sallow. He was shaking and sweating, his breath coming in stuttering gasps. His body looked like it’d been having consecutive panic attacks for days on end, and there were plenty more coming.

“You don’t have to do this anymore. We both know that you’d have an easier time if Thomas wasn’t always fighting against you.”

He tore his eyes away from the reflection. If he thought about it for too long, he’d spiral, and then all of it-- every comment, every look, everything he’d been tucking away for the past weeks-- would come rushing up to meet him. Like hitting water from a hundred feet up and finding it felt like concrete. Like drowning.

“Virgil?”

He was tired of this. “Get out.”

Deceit said something else, but it was his room, and it followed his will. The other Side was evicted, shoved out, gone. He took a breath, but it felt too shallow and caught in his lungs.

He wasn’t going to get anything done in this form. He wasn’t of any damn use in this form. Nobody wanted him like this. Why not ease his grip, let go?

He wouldn’t have to be Anxiety and everything that came with it. It would be selfish, but-- but Puff was better for everyone, not just him. It made sense.

He sighed in relief as the transformation washed away the vice grip around his lungs and the dizzying pounding of his head. The feelings were muffled, as though he’d put on thick, good quality headphones. It was nice.

It was also harder to focus in this form, unfortunately, but the idea-- the solution remained helpfully stuck in his head. He easily found his way into Roman’s room to collect what he needed, but Roman himself was absent.

He padded down to the commons, and found all three of them were there. Their discussion came to a halt as he carefully jumped up on the couch, dropping his prize into Roman’s lap.

“Oh, Puff…” Roman seemed sad, so he kneaded the creative Side’s leg with the dull edge of his claws.

“What is that?” Patton asked curiously.

Roman shifted, as though anticipating a scolding. “It’s a charmed bracelet. I designed it to keep Anxiety away from Puff. And you know what? I was right to make it! You saw how he acted today!”

Patton bit his lip but remained quiet. Something about the silence hurt, but that was okay. It wouldn’t hurt for long. He nudged the bracelet slightly, impatient.

“Why hasn’t he been wearing it, then?” Logan asked, a curious bend to his eyebrows.

“He… Well, he didn’t want it at first. Put it on yours truly instead,” Roman replied, carefully brushing a hand over Virgil’s head. “I suppose he changed his mind.”

“Did Anxiety really scare him that badly?” Patton asked, voice heartbroken.

Roman frowned determinedly and finally started undoing the clasp. “Whatever that scoundrel did, he won’t be able to bother Puff anymore. This will make sure of it.”

He carefully wound the bracelet around Virgil’s neck, gently adjusted it until it fit right, and reconnected the ends. The last thing Virgil saw before the world went hazy was the three of them, the best parts of Thomas, looking back at him without any fear or hatred.

Then, there was only Puff.

#sanders sides #tiny dragon virgil #g/t #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #ts thomas #ts janus #writing #my writing #tsits #the shapes in the silence #mind the warnings #again for clarity this is Absolutely not the last chapter #or even close to it #ask to tag #lets hope the next chapter is a quicker process hm? *ominous evil wink*

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and-the-world-is-quiet-here · 5 years ago

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Is it really drowning if you haven't touched the water?

oops I did it again.........

“Nooooo” she howled in frustration.

She was done. She couldn't do it anymore. She grabbed the cards on the table and shoved them onto the floor. They were stupid, she knew they were stupid, and yet she didn't even know what stupid really meant.

“Done!” she screeched

“Done! Done! Done! Done Done!”

“Cass! Cass no, this isn't okay!” Babs yelled after her but she wasn't listening; she just wanted to get out. She grabbed the handle of the door and pulled until it popped out of the frame fleeing into the dark night.

She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't really care. She just needed to get away. They expected too much. It had been only weeks since that man “fixed her” and 2 days since her mother tried to reverse it. Everything was moving so fast. She couldn't catch up. So she ran. She ran until her surroundings were a blur, just a fast moving image flashing past her. Like her thoughts used to be. God, she couldn't even be alone in her own head anymore.

Everywhere she went he followed her, clinging to her and pulling her back down into the water. Or above it as they would say.

The wind hit her face, blasting her tears right back into her eyes, and chilling her nose until she couldn't feel it. That was good. She hated feeling things.

She stopped and climbed up onto a roof, clearing the fire escape in a single bound. She was somewhere in the narrows. She thought. She couldn't be too shure, Babs said it was a part of the city, the wrong part of her mind said it was a small space, and her, the real her, said it was a loud cramped place with short building and lots of crime, And it smelt like falafels. That meaning seemed the rightest to her but the edges of it were sharp now, not smooth, and it made her head hurt to think about it.

She hated it, what he did to her. He took her thoughts and made them make sense to him, and now they were all out of order. Worse, they were just wrong. She wanted it to go back to the way it was before.

She had tried to be happy, happy like they wanted her to be. But it hadn’t worked so she did something else. She tried to fix herself. Meta humans, telepaths, martial artists. No one could read bodies like she had once before, and no one could teach her how to do it again.

Finally, she had turned to her mother, Shiva, a name that had crept in the shadows of her youth watching, watching and waiting. She asked her mother to fix her, and she failed, the woman who had never failed before. She went through days of brutal training for nothing.

It still hurt to think. It hurt to read, to write. He stranded her in a sea of pain and the people she loved cried tears of joy for her newly found normality.

She hated them.

She loved them.

She cried in her sleep and Babs said she was ”adjusting”. She had grabbed batman by the shoulders and yelled and yelled and he...He smiled like this was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Before he would have known she was screaming “FIX ME! FIX ME!”. But now he ignored it, and acted like she was confused.

So she left.

And yet they wouldn't leave her alone.

She turned around and there he was -Batman in all his freaking glory; she could throw up.

“I brought fries!”

He held the bag up and her stomach growled. They had been going through the stupid cards for so long that Babs forgot to get dinner.

She was hungry.

She was getting soft.

She turned back and ignored him, it would be a good lesson in restraint. But he seemed determined to feed her, coming down and sitting right next to her. He spread out fries, milkshakes, and bat burgers between them.

“Babs said you might be hungry”

she snarled and grabbed a packet of fries. Well, when in Rome.

“Babs also said you'd probably be upset”

“mph”

“I know kiddo”

Now she was mad, he didn't know! He just pretended he did! He just pretended that she was frustrated she wasn't getting it but she wasn't! She didn't want to get it!

“NO!” she screeched

“NO! You don't know. You don't know. I hate it.”

She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her head.

“This doesn't make sense! It used to make sense!!”

She released him and fell back onto her but; sitting dangerously close to the edge.

“What did he do to me? Why are you happy he did this to me?”

A million emotions flickered across his face, hurt, anger, fear, despair. All these emotions, all these words, they didn't match! Before she would have known what he was thinking. But now….. now she just couldn't.

“Cass…” His voice broke and her anger wavered

“I just wanted what was best for you, I didn't know you felt this way.” He was sorry.

“Sorry” Her mind whispered

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry” But what did it mean?

“I..I..I.. He was right''

She gasped for breath. Desperate to string together sounds as she forgot the meanings of them. ”He was right. My mind was an ocean. It was filled with images, sounds, and smells. And they all liked to blend together. It was messy but it made sense, Batman. Bats, it made so much sense!”

She couldn't breathe. Oh god she couldn't breathe!

“No-Now”

Gasping, gasping for air.

“Now it's wrong. It's wrong and I can't fix it.” There was a pause and then he was moving towards her. Before, she would have been on the other side of the roof already. But now...now she was trapped in a bone crushing hug, feet dangling over the edge of a building, in the most dangerous city in the world.

“What did he do to you Cass?”

He whispered; like if he talked any louder she’d crumble. Frankly, she just might.

“He broke me.”

“He took the waves and made them still, froze them, like ice. Then he shattered them and pieced them back together, but there all wrong! He put them back together wrong!

And he stamped words on them, but the words don't make sense. Before it was all blended together and he couldn't separate them right.”

She took her finger and placed it on his forehead.

“And he didn't know what you and Babs knew, just what just what he thought was right. So what I think something is, and what Babs says it is doesn't match up.”

She paused, but she couldn't stop now. Everything she learned, everything he made her learn was falling out of her mouth.

All the pieces in her head were less sharp and it felt AmaZinG.

“I can't write, I can't read, I don't think correctly, and to speak….to speak….”

She was gasping again and he held her tighter.

“To speak it's like…….”

She thought of when she was a little girl, when things made the most sense and everything was just action and noise. There was a beach in those memories…. A place….maybe it was Nanda Parbat like in the stories Alfred tells her. She played with her father there.

No...Wait….No…

She was shuddering, something was wrong, it wasn't working, the pieces were sharpening and……..

Relief...Relief...She hadn't played with her father. She fought with her father, the thoughts settled in her head and she relaxed...these thoughts, these words they were like….

“To speak, It's like standing on sand. It's not sturdy, it shifts when you walk, and when you run, It tries to swallow you whole.”

Oh she was tired, so tired of trying to run on a ground that wanted to eat her. She wanted to go back to the beach, when she was a child and things seemed so simple.

“Home” she said in a small voice

“I want to go home” he looked at her

“okay kiddo”

She expected to be let go, to be told to walk back home to the clock tower. To the flashcards, and the angry Babs, but that was not the case. As soon as the words left his mouth he gathered her up in his arms, the burgers long forgotten. He took her to the Bat-mobile, leaving her in the backseat meant for scared children, he drove her off into the dark.

She didn't know where to, and she didn't care, she just let the darkness take her.

When she awoke she was in the manor. Tucked under heavy blankets in the biggest bed she had ever seen; Bruce sitting next to her at the bedside. Yellow flames illuminating his face.

She would have been concerned if she was awake, but the emotional turmoil of the past few weeks, the physical exhaustion she experienced with Shiva, the blow out fight with Babs, and the breakdown with Batman had left her exhausted and barely conscious.

“Bats” she croaked out.

She was tired, oh she was so bitterly tired, and the darkness was oh so sweet.

He looked up from his book. His glasses were too far down to be that useful, and they sat crooked on his broken nose. She laughed deliciously, huh, she must have caught something in the cold.

“What's so funny Cass” his deep baritone rumbled so she laughed some more.

“I'm so tired Batmern” he looked troubled

“Then sleep”

“I can't, it hurts.”

“Then let it go Cass, just let go.”

“but what if there's nothing left?

She was scared. So very scared. She couldn't bear the thought of being nothing but a hollow shell.

“Then we'll rebuild Cassie-o”

“Okay”

Her voice was small but it moved mountains. There was force behind it, a strength that came from her whole being.

She tried, she tried to let go, but it hurt terribly, It burned and she could faintly hear someone screaming. She wondered who it was. There was blackness all around her, and silence apart from the screams. It felt like an eternity but it must have been seconds.

She reached out grasping at the sheets, searching for a familiar hand. A cold touch pushed her hair out of her face.

She realized that it wasn't the hand that was cool but her that was hot.

Finally after what felt like years of screaming into darkness a light appeared. It was a beach, one on which a girl played with her father. She tried to swim towards them but the tide pulled her away.…..she wanted too….she wanted to….

A voice whispered in here ear, faint and far away but still clear

“let go Cassandra”

So she did, she let herself be pulled out by the tide. And watched as she was pushed further and further away from the sad little girl, the slippery sand, and the angry man. She let herself wash out to sea, and felt relief when she realized it was over.

This was her ocean, it was still here, she wasn't empty now, her mind had been waiting for her all along. She was free, she was oh so totally free.

Yet she still felt sad, she had let go of the past her father forced upon her. And The future the man made for her.

She was free and she was terribly lost.

She panicked, if she was not the little girl who was she? She had never been someone else before! She was drowning, the waves were huge and pushed her under so she couldn't breathe. She started to tremble and the world flickered.

It was a dark ocean.

It was kind eyes.

It was air leaving her body.

It was a cool touch.

It was a little girl drowning.

It was strong arms.

It was still strong arms!

It was strong arms reaching into the water and fishing her out, breathing life back into her.

It was a voice whispering to her, telling her it was alright, that she could hang on for now. They had all the time in the world.

It was a voice

It was her father.

“You can be a little girl for now Cassie. It's okay. Worry about being strong later.”

She woke up gasping for air hacking up red water- or blood she was coughing up blood.

The fire was dying now, only embers remained, casting a warm glow on the figure holding her. “How long?” she whispered her voice hoarse from screaming.

“Long enough”

“I'm so tired so very tired”

“Then sleep class. I'll be here when you wake up.”

The darkness could come now she was ready for it

“g’night batdad”

“goodnight Cassie”

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visceraah · 4 years ago

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The sound of music

(aka i’m so sorry for naming it after a musical it has nothing to do with dkjsdjksdjk names are hard)

My gift for @anianthe for @sanderssidesgiftxchange

Rating- Teen cause i’m incapable of not writing wayyy more swears then are necessary-

WC- 2947

Ship- Just Virgil interacting w the other sides,, feel free to interpret romantically if you want!

Warnings- not really any! Remus shows up briefly so.. beware of that. and ig Virgil is also kinda mean bUT he does it affectionately.

AO3

“We’re having a movie night!”

Virgil blinked. Took off his his headphones which, unfortunately, hadn’t been playing anything- he wore them out of habit, sometimes- meaning he heard everything his stupid best friend just said.

“No, we aren’t.”

Roman flopped down on his bed without waiting for any indication it was okay, something Virgil was all too used to. “We are now.”

Virgil sighed heavily and pushed Roman with his foot, trying to roll him off the bed. He didn’t budge. “And if I don’t want to?”

“Pleaseeee?” Roman employed the puppy dog eyes and Virgil knew already this was a losing battle. Ugh.

“I get to pick the movie.”

Roman perked up immediately, coming to sit next to him. “Yes! Okay! Just- Disney?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, wondering if Roman was capable of consuming content made by anyone else. He was beginning to doubt it. “Nightmare Before Christmas, then.”

“Predictable.” Roman murmured smugly, and he elbowed him.

“You want this movie night or not?”

“Okay, okay! I yield!” Roman cried, clutching his ribs. Virgil was pretty sure he was more upset at the prospect of a cancelled movie night then the ‘pain’ he was overplaying right now.

“Okay.” Virgil agreed, smugly, and set the movie on.

He’d seen it a million times already, which for most people would only make it boring by now- but Virgil found comfort in familiar things. Plus, that animation! He could happily watch it a million more times- and, honestly, probably would.

That meant he had it memorised, though, and soon enough he was singing along to the introduction under his breath. He listened along contently, until an unfamiliar third voice joined the chorus, and he startled, looking to the side. “Roman?”

Roman stared back, raising an eyebrow at him. “... Hi.”

“Were you singing along?”

Romans eyes flicked between Virgil and the screen, where the movie was still playing, in confusion. “Yes, Dr Gloom? Look, I know what a downer you love to be, but these pipes can’t stay closed all the time! They need exercise- and, the world deserves- neigh, needs to hear them!”

Virgil huffed at the dramatics, although it was fond. “I never said it was a problem, Sir Sing-a-lot, I’m just surprised.”

“One, that’s not an insult and I’m absolutely using that,” Roman retorted, “And two… It’s Disney! One of their best! Do you really expect me to not know the words?”

Virgil snorted, but he had to admit, he couldn’t disagree with that. “Whatever, nerd.”

Roman gasped, somehow seeming more upset than when Virgil had elbowed him. Of course that’d be what got to him. “I am not! I’m a prince- a very princely prince! Not-”

“Whatever you say, prince of the nerds.” Virgil hummed out, smirking to himself. Maybe Roman bursting in out of nowhere wasn’t so bad… This time. He still hated surprises and would not be convinced to do this again. He said that every time

Being Romans best friend, unfortunately, had its side effects. One was unplanned, unannounced Disney marathons he had no choice but to roll with. Another was actually listening to his musicals so often he learned to like them, too.

For all he said about Hamilton being overrated (and Romans reaction was priceless every time), he had to admit it was good. A little fast for him to keep with, but he rarely sang along to his songs anyway, preferring to hum quietly unless he was really in the mood.

He liked keeping his music to himself, too- he didn’t want to annoy anyone, so he always wore headphones- but sometimes he just wanted to drown the world out, and they went to full volume. Worked a treat to drown everyone out, but plenty audible to everyone else in the room. Sometimes, though, they’d just have to live with it.

Today was one of those days, where Virgil didn’t want to speak to anybody and had the volume to show it. He was playing one of Princeys musicals, too, humming along to ‘my shot’ no matter how different it was to his normal taste. He nodded in acknowledgement as he passed Logan on his beeline for the fridge, planning on grabbing the easiest and least healthy snack possible.

Retreating with his bag of marshmallows in hand- he was pretty sure they weren’t meant to be in the fridge, but they were imaginary, so maybe nothing needed to go in the fridge. Holy shit.

He pulled the headphones back, opening his mouth to ask Logan's opinion, when he heard a sound that made him freeze in his tracks.

Logan was rapping along to himself. And well. Jesus, how had he forgotten about that? He stared, still in disbelief, and Logan awkwardly trailed off when he noticed his gaze. “Ah, you could hear me.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to ask… Doesn’t matter. Holy shit, Lo, you’re amazing.”

Logan flushed slightly, looking down at the table. “I simply have an appreciation of the genre, and Hamilton has some particular, uhm- how would you say? ‘Bangers’.”

Virgil laughed, slipping into the seat opposite him and taking the headphones off completely. “Dude, I’ve spent enough time with Roman to know having an ‘appreciation’ doesn’t mean you can pull something off.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly fighting back a smile. “I am not sure he’d appreciate you saying that.”

“Eh, I’ve said it to his face before- and will again.” Virgil dismissed, feeling his lips turn up as well. “Why don’t you do it more?”

Logan shrugged, adjusting his glasses awkwardly. “It is hardly a logical skill for me to have, so it simply… Hasn’t come up.”

“Ro doesn’t need an excuse for songs to ‘come up’ before he starts singing them.” Virgil pointed out, and Logan chuffed.

“No, he certainly doesn’t. But we are different people.”

Virgil laughed, nodding. “You could say that again.”

“Oh. Alright, we are differen-”

“It’s an expression, dude. Come on.” Virgil interrupted, sounding nothing but fond as Logan widened his eyes in realisation.

“A highly illogical one, but alright. I can add it to my flashcards to avoid further confusion.” He decided, pulling out his deck there and then to add to. He paused when he heard the crackling of a plastic bag pulled open, looking up as Virgil helped himself to a marshmallow. “Please do not tell me you intend on consuming that entire bag.”

“Maybe.” Virgil held it out, grinning now. “Want one?”

“A key ingredient is gelatin, created by boiling down a pig or cows bones, skin, ligaments or tendons.” Logan deadpanned, and Virgil almost threw the whole bag away in disgust before he remembered,

“But they’re imaginary!”

Logan titled his head. “I suppose so.”

“Actually, I was thinking…” Virgil began, curious about how the fridge actually worked. Soon enough Logan was in a full-fledged rant about mindscape food, and half of it went over his head, but he didn’t mind listening. It was interesting, after all.

Whatever concerns Virgil had about not bothering anyone with his music, the other sides didn’t share them. Roman didn’t hesitate to sing whatever came to mind as it came to mind, offering full renditions of his favourite musical tracks daily, Logan could be heard humming to himself as he worked, Remus had no restraint about… Anything, really, and this was no different, Janus wasn’t exactly considerate, and Patton- Patton was the worst at all.

He wandered the mindscape belting out whatever was in his head at the moment which, as a father figure, was always old, tacky, and bad. They’d learned to ignore it for the most part, but some of the songs he played… Some of them were just unforgivable. And, sitting on the couch as Patton tidied up a little, Virgil had left himself completely at their mercy.

“JOLENE-”

Virgil pulled his hoodie over his ears, wishing he’d brought his headphones. Or just not left his room. “Please, no.”

“Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeeeeeene, I’m begging of you please don’t take my man-”

“Pain, Padre. This is causing me physical pain.” Virgil groaned, slamming his head back in an attempt to make it all stop. Unfortunately, the sofa was soft, and he just bounced back. Eurgh.

“Awh, cmon kiddo! I’m just singing. You could always join me.” Patton chirped, rearranging the same jar for the fourth time in three minutes.

“I might die.” Virgil deadpanned, staring Patton dead in the eyes, and he giggled.

“Don’t be silly… Come on, my music isn’t that bad!”

Virgil couldn’t quite believe his ears. Maybe they were still bleeding from being subjected to Dolly Parton. “You listen to dad music.”

“Well, yeah, but what else did you expect from your pops-”

Virgil groaned louder, shaking his head. “I- whatever. When’d you even start listening to country music?”

“Nico likes it!” Patton replied, brightly, and Virgil bristled.

“That’s it, Thomas has to break it off.”

It took Patton a second to recognize Virgil was joking, and he started laughing. “Don’t be so judgy! I listen to your music- in fact, I quite like being cautious in the disco.”

“Oh my god.” Virgil pulled his hood down further over his eyes, the secondhand embarrassment hitting him full force. “You’re so old.”

“Now, I know I’m no spring chicken, but that’s hardly a nice thing to say-”

“We are all the same age.” Logan interjected as he walked through the room, gone before Virgil could try and drag the only other sane one around him to his aid.

“Look, Patt- I love you, but Dolly is too far.” Jesus, Virgil was spending too much time with Roman. Dramatic ultimatums weren’t his style at all.

“... How about Country Roads?”

“Jesus Christ.” Virgil sunk further back into the sofa, hoping it’d just swallow him and his smile.

“I wanna play a song.”

“Get your own headphones.”

“But yours are so loud, they’re basically speakers! You ever turn them up to full volume while they’re on? How loud are they? Oooh, reckon they could rupture your eardrums so blood would bubble out your ears and trail down your face-”

“Stop.” Virgil interrupted with a grimace, before Remus’ imagination could go anywhere gorier. They’d been at this for ten minutes and his answer hadn’t wavered once. “It’s a no, alright? Just… Go away.”

Remus huffed loudly and dropped onto the sofa next to Virgil. Great. “What do you want?”

“Hmmm… Oh, I can do a list!” Remus declared, and before Virgil could tell him please, god, don’t, he was off. “A pony- to disembowel so I can use its guts for ritual purposes, that one dick in a Russian erotica museum they claim is Rasputins and has magical fertility powers, for Barry Bee Benson to be real so I can fu-”

“Alright!” Virgil shuddered and disconnected his headphones. He didn’t know what Remus wanted to do with a literal bee, and he liked it that way. “There.”

Remus grinned a grin with far too many teeth, just a little too sharp, and Virgil rolled his eyes, waiting for whatever monstrosity he was about to hear.

There’s some whores in this house, there’s some-

“You did not just play WAP!” Virgil punched Remus in the arm, pulling his headphones off “You- I swear to God, don’t do the dance.”

Remus was already halfway stood up and Virgil quickly pulled him back down. He’d never wanted Remus to stay sat next to him more in his life. (To be fair, it wasn’t something he felt often.)

“But I already know it!”

“Of course you do.” Virgil grumbled, glancing over at Remus. “Why do you have to play… This, up here?”

“Jannie’s kicked me out, you know how he is.”

Virgil blinked at him, regretting what he was about to say before the words even left his mouth. “If I get him to back off, will you keep your music to the dark side?”

“That’s not fun, though! Ooh, wait, Logan likes rap, doesn’t he? Reckon he’d like to see the dance?”

Virgil stared at Remus blankly. “Please, say that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t! If you wanna hear one, though… Ooh, ok. Two kids walk into a hospice- ”

“No.” Virgil interrupted again, although even he had to snort a little at how ridiculous it was. Even if it was also deeply, deeply twisted. “I- look, I’m gonna do it.”

Remus tilted his head further then looked natural. Virgil was pretty sure he heard a crack. “Thought you hated me and Double Dee.”

“I- I’m just doing this for my sanity, alright? And Logans.” Virgil snapped back, avoiding meeting his eyes.

Avoiding things didn’t work with Remus, though, and soon enough he was uncomfortably close, peering right at Virgil with that unsettling grin. “Awww, Purps is being nice to us.”

“Shut up.” Virgil hissed, sinking out before Remus could pry any further. Creativity was so pushy, Jesus.

Virgil shuddered. He hadn’t been in the dark side of the mindscape in years and, after so long of the bright upstairs, the dark walls felt a little claustrophobic. He just needed to make this quick.

He strode down the hallway, trying to squash the growing nervousness in his stomach. What was the worst that could happen?

… Literally the worst thing he could’ve asked himself, he realised, speeding up subconsciously. So much could go wrong, while he was down here, and he didn’t even know where Deceit was, what if he tripped and fell and broke something and nobody would-

Piano, faint, made him stop in his tracks.

He wasn’t really an expert in classical music, but this had to be one of the more famous pieces, because he’d definitely heard it before. It was good, though, Mozart or something. Pretty difficult, too.

Exactly the kind of pretentious shit Deceit would play, and kick Remus out to enjoy. (Although Virgil couldn’t really blame him for that second part). Emboldened now he knew he wasn’t alone, and could make some jokes about what a snob he was, Virgil entered the room the sound was coming from.

He paled, because in front of him sat Deceit. At a piano. Playing the song.

“Since when do you play.”

Deceit only glanced up at Virgil, the melody smooth even with the interruption. He hated to admit it, but it was impressive. “Things have been quiet. I had time.”

“Quiet? With Remus?”

“I made things quiet.” Deceit amended, shrugging nonchalantly. Knowing him, it had probably been meant to sound as murder-y as it did. Didn’t stop Virgil from shuddering, anyway, serving as the perfect reminder of just how desperately he wanted to leave.

“Alright, look- whatever plan or plot this is, or is covering up, I don’t care.”

Deceit sighed, looking up at Virgil without faltering the music once. Jesus, he actually was good. “You’re right, I’m incapable of having any interests whatsoever without there being some deep, sinister plot behind it. You’ve spotted my evil plan.”

“I- alright, sarcasm’s meant to be for something obviously not true! That could be true!” Virgil protested, already feeling like he was losing this.

Deceit just raised an eyebrow at him in response, and Virgil instinctively hissed back, feeling more and more like he was backed into a corner.

Deceit had the nerve to laugh at him. “It’s been a while since you’ve done that.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had to talk to anyone so- so-” Virgil groaned, glaring at Deceit. “Stop playing that stupid thing, would you?”

“Alright.” Deceit agreed, and Virgil waited. He kept waiting. The piano continued and after an excruciating minute of listening for an end, he cursed. Why had Virgil assumed he’d be honest?

“Dick.”

“That is my legal name.” Deceit agreed dryly, and Virgil rolled his eyes. He was impossible to talk to.

“Look, just let Remus back down. He’s probably scarring Logan as we speak.”

Deceit smiled at the thought, looking back down at the keys as he played them. “I never said he couldn’t be down here. Oh, and I’m sure there’s /nothing/ about ‘scarring’ Logan that could’ve appealed to him.”

“What, so Remus lied?” Virgil crossed his arms. Remus was plenty of things, but one of them was painfully, brutally, upfront and honest. “That’s your thing.”

“Not lied.” Deceit tutted, like scolding a child for not knowing something they should have. Virgil clenched his fists. “Just… Was dramatic.”

Virgil tried to figure out what he meant before realising it meant literally nothing, and he glared at Deceit. “Stop being so cryptic for five seconds and tell me, Jesus.”

“I wasn’t aware you cared about him so much.” Deceit smirked, and Virgil threw his arms up in exasperation.

“I’m trying to get rid of him!”

Deceit snickered but finally, mercifully, seemed to have already had his fun. “I didn’t tell him to get out if he couldn’t just be quiet and not…” His smile faltered… “Dance on the piano.”

Yeah, that expression was priceless. Virgil laughed as Janus furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“Just… Nevermind.” Virgil was pretty sure imagining that scene playing out was enough entertainment to last him weeks. And a reminder that honestly… Remus didn’t cause as much chaos as he gave him credit for. He was all bark… And plenty of bite, too, but nothing too permanent. “Keep playing, or whatever.”

“You aren’t going to demand I fetch the Duke?”

“He’s not a dog.” Virgil dismissed, resisting a smile at Deceit’s murmured ‘ehhhhh’. “He’ll come back when he wants to. And Logan can look after himself.”

“Amazing.” Deceit sighed heavily. “You wasted my time for nothing, then.”

Virgil could be proud of that, at the very least. He grinned in way of response, sending Deceit a nod before he sunk out.

#virgil sanders #anxiety virgil #uh #wow i've forgotten how to tag #ts gift exchange 2020 #ts virgil #everyone shows up but i don't wanna tag them all cause they aren't like. the MAIN ones #mads' writing

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angst-for-the-angst-queen · 5 years ago

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YOU Get Some Crofter's, And YOU Get Some Crofter's!

Sanders Sides Fanfic

Originally posted on Wattpad on February 25th, 2020.

Summary: It’s the last day of filming for the newest Sanders Sides video. Roman is still jealous that Crofter’s named the Logan’s Berry jam after Logan, so he decides to make his own Crofter’s flavor.

Warning(s): Crude humor.

Roman stretched as he walked into the Mind Palace’s kitchen, adding a little extra wrist flick as he did so. “Fantastical morning, Logan!”

The knowledgeable Side looked up from his breakfast, putting down his utensil and pushing up his glasses as he did so. “Good morning, Roman. It is quite unusual to see you this sprightly so early in the morning. You aren’t even usually conscious until Patton informs you that breakfast is ready. What are you doing up now?”

The prince opened the refrigerator door with a flourish, turning away from his fellow Side and focusing on the task of figuring out what to eat for breakfast. “Oh, the last day of filming for the newest Sanders Sides video is today, as you know. I thought that it would be a good idea if I woke up earlier than usual so that way I would be at my peak acting ability in time for the video, which would benefit both Thomas and myself greatly.”

Logan picked up his eating utensil again. “As I have discussed in a previous video, it is essential that one falls asleep and wakes up at the same time every day so the body releases adrenaline an hour before it’s time to get up. By getting up earlier than normal, your adrenaline most likely didn’t release at the correct time, making you more tired and therefore backfiring on your plan.”

“Oh, shut up Encyclopædia Boretannica,” Roman retorted, slamming the door to the fridge shut when he failed to find anything of interest to eat. “If you haven’t noticed, I am just as energetic as I normally am.”

“If by ‘energetic’ you mean ‘excessive,’ then no, I haven’t noticed. The brain ignores repetitive sensory input, and your actions are consistently exaggerated.”

Roman turned around in order to properly respond to Logan’s retort when he froze, noticing for the first time the gelatinous sustenance Logan was putting into his mouth. “We still have that?! I thought they sold out more than a year ago!”

Logan swallowed the food he currently had in his mouth before he turned his attention onto the container of Logan’s Berry jam in front of him. “Indeed we do. The Mindscape doesn’t reside in the real world, meaning it doesn’t follow the scientific principles I know and cherish. I can just conjure up a new container of Logan’s Berry jam whenever I want, even though it no longer exists outside of Thomas’ mind.”

Roman slid into the seat across the table from Logan, pouting. “I still can’t believe that they made the jam about you.”

Logan, who was about to put another spoonful of jam into his mouth, stopped and lowered the spoon to the container’s opening. “You’re still distraught over it?”

Roman replied to the teacher’s question with a sullen nod.

“Emotions,” Logan muttered with disgust under his breath. Of course this problem was caused by emotions. He was clueless as to how to console Roman, so he tried the next best thing: a logical solution.

“Couldn’t you just conjure up your very own version of Crofter’s Jam? You are Creativity, after all.”

Roman’s eyes widened, and he leapt out of his seat. “That’s an amazing idea Logan! How do you come up with these ideas? Why are you so smart?!”

Logan pulled his flashcards out of his pocket and began rifling through them. There was one he was saving for this very situation, when one of the Sides admitted his intelligence. Finding it, he held it up and read it out loud. “Yeah, it’s big brain time.”

Roman stared at Logan in disbelief. “I immediately take back what I said.”

Logan just raised one eyebrow and put his flashcards away. “You can’t take back words. They aren’t physical objects.”

Roman held up a finger dismissively in Logan’s direction. “I’m not listening to you anymore. Let me focus on making my own Crofter’s Jam flavor!”

He held his hands under his chin and stared at the table in complete concentration. After a few seconds, a small container appeared on the surface with a small popping noise, which Roman snatched up. He examined the jar and its red contents before holding it towards Logan with a smile. “Behold! Royal Raspberry!”

Logan studied the jam before returning his gaze back to Roman. “Raspberry? Really? I would have expected Creativity to be able to come up with something more... creative.”

Roman pouted as he summoned a spoon into his hand. “Well, I’m sorry that my favorite jam flavor is raspberry! I can enjoy the simple things in life, you know.” He opened the jam and tasted it with his spoon. “And it tastes divine, even more so than yours.”

Before Logan could reply, a certain energetic Side bounded into the room, followed by another Side who followed with slouched shoulders and his hands in his pockets. “Hey, kiddos! What’s this talk of Crofter’s I hear?”

Roman proudly held up the jam. “I got my own Crofter’s flavor!”

“Congrats, Roman!” Patton exclaimed, leaning against the counter. “Did Thomas get another partnership?”

“I doubt it,” Virgil countered from where he was sitting on top of the table. “I would have known instantly, as Thomas would have become stressed out over the prospect of making a unique promotion video like ‘Crofter’s: The Musical.’”

Logan studied Virgil’s location before deciding to ignore it for now. “There is no reinitiated partnership between us and Crofter’s. Roman just realized that he could conjure up his own Crofter’s flavor.”

“That’s pretty cool!” Patton replied. “Will you teach me how to do it? I want to try.”

“Just conjure an object like we usually do, but in your mind, imagine the flavor and label design that you want. It may be a bit harder for you since you’re not Creativity like I am,” Roman explained.

Patton plopped into a seat at the table. If objects were impacted by the focus of one’s gaze, a hole would have been burned into the table. After about thirty seconds, the bright blue jam popped into existence, which Patton scooped up and presented proudly. “Look! Dad’s Blue Raspberry Delight!”

Virgil gazed at the jam curiously. “Blue raspberry? Like the blue flavor for ICEEs and AirHeads?”

Roman gasped. “How dare you?! First you hijack my joke, now you’re stealing my jam flavor?!”

Patton’s smile fell slightly. “I’m sorry, Roman. I didn’t realize it was your flavor. I couldn’t see the label from where I was.”

Noticing Virgil’s intense glare aimed at him, Roman quickly made amends. “It’s alright, Padre. You put your own little twist on it.”

Logan adjusted his tie. “Patton did indeed put his own style on his jam. He decided to use Rubus leucodermis, while you used Rubus idaeus.”

“English please,” Virgil sighed.

“Whitebark raspberries vs red raspberries,” Logan added, pushing up his glasses before looking over at Virgil. “And are you alright? You are, and I quote, ‘sitting on a surface that isn’t meant to be sat on.’”

“I’m fine,” Virgil said quickly. “Just worried about the last day of filming.” After a pause, Virgil slipped off the table and landed on a chair. “I want to try.”

Everyone observed Virgil as he focused on the table for a minute before the jar appeared. Virgil looked at it for a second before spinning it around so everyone could see the purple jam.

Roman leaned forward in order to read the label. “Failure Figs?”

Patton looked disapprovingly in Virgil’s direction. “If you’re implying anything about yourself with that name, I will get my hands on that jam and change the name to Fun Figs.”

Virgil threw his hands into the air in exasperation. “I wasn’t saying anything negative about myself!”

“Then what did you mean?” Patton asked.

The anxious Side fidgeted in his seat. “Well, I thought that whenever I’m feeling down, I could eat some of that to remind myself that not all failure is bad. It’s a stupid coping mechanism, I know…”

Logan inhaled the rest of his jam and licked his lips before refocusing on Virgil. “That is a perfectly reasonable coping strategy, Virgil. It would be considered an emotion-focused coping strategy, as you’re changing how you feel about the events occurring around you in order to alleviate some stress.”

“Oh. That’s cool, I guess,” Virgil muttered. He opened the jar and sampled a little with his index finger. “Hey, this actually tastes pretty-“

“Sup, b****es!” a certain trash man shrieked, bursting into the kitchen, Deceit sauntering in behind him.

Virgil shot bolt upright in his chair, hissing.

“What are they doing here?!” Roman asked.

“Now, now, Remus. What have I said about inappropriate language?” Patton admonished.

Remus scrunched his face up in thought, before exclaiming “Sup, buttholes!”

“Well, that is better,” Patton admitted.

“What. Are. They. Doing. Here?!” Virgil repeated Roman’s question, louder this time.

“I have no idea, don’t ask me,” Logan responded.

Virgil looked at Roman, but he was too busy staring down his twin. With a sigh, he turned to Patton. “Patton, do you know why they’re-”

“Of course I do!” Patton chirped happily. “I invited them here for breakfast!”

Silence filled the kitchen, which Virgil interrupted with a poignant “Why?”

“Well, kiddo,” Patton replied. “Since the Sanders Sides video that we’re all working on right now is about making peace with the Dark Sides, I thought that it would be a good idea if we actually attempted to do so! They’re coming over every Friday morning to have breakfast with us! I’m calling it ‘Fun FamILY Fridays.’”

“We’re all going to have ssso much fun together,” Deceit stated with a sly smile.

Virgil stared at Patton in disbelief. “Patton, when you promised Thomas that you would try not to have a knee jerk reaction to Remus anymore, I didn’t expect that you would literally invite him and his scaly pal over for brunch.”

“Calm down, depresso-espresso,” Roman remarked. “Maybe making peace with them won’t be such a bad thing. It is the whole point of this new video, after all. There’s a reason why we’re making it.”

“I agree with Roman’s and Patton’s logic, strangely enough,” Logan admitted.

“Don’t worry, Virgil. Nothing will go wrong,” Deceit reassured him.

“That isn’t comforting at all, considering that it’s coming from Deceit!” Virgil shot back.

Before the conflict could escalate into a full blown fight, Patton snatched up his Dad’s Blue Raspberry Delight jam. “Do you two want to make your own Crofter’s Jam flavor?”

Remus, who was busy watching the bitter staring contest occurring between the current and former Dark Sides, turned to look at the moral Side. “What?”

“Do you want to make your own Crofter’s flavor?” Patton asked hopefully. “Roman, Virgil, and I made our own this morning.”

“Sounds interesting,” Deceit scoffed, “but I’ll bite.”

“Wait, what?! No!” Virgil exclaimed. “Get out of here, you slippery snake!”

Patton ignored his son. “Just focus on conjuring a jar filled with jam of your desired flavor and decorating it with your own creative label.”

Deceit placed his chin on his hands, his gaze focused on the table. After about forty-five seconds, a jar filled with yellow jam appeared, instantly filling the kitchen with a noxious odor. Patton winced, Roman pinched his nose shut with two fingers, Virgil hid the bottom half of his face in his jacket, Logan’s nose twitched, and Remus cackled.

Patton hesitantly picked up the jar and looked at the label. “Durian’s Deceit? Is your name Durian?”

“Yes,” Deceit responded, rolling his eyes and snatching the jar back. He then opened the jam and tasted it.

Princey blanched. “How are you able to eat that?!”

Virgil snorted. “Well, you are what you eat.”

“Actually, the durian fruit doesn’t taste poorly, like its unsavory scent would imply,” Logan corrected. “It’s well known for smelling disgusting, yet it’s actually quite delicious.”

“Which is why it’s deceitful!” Patton finished. “Good one, Deceit!”

Deceit opened his mouth to respond, but he was interrupted by the deodorant-eating Side, who had made his jam during the commotion. He held it out for everyone to see. “Mine is Forbidden Fruit! It contains apples, peaches, and eggplants.”

Deceit rolled his eyes while Virgil facepalmed and Roman tried to hold in a chuckle. Logan cleared his throat before remarking “I should hope that it’s at least cooked eggplant, as raw eggplant can cause an upset stomach. However, the part we eat isn’t poisonous like the general public tends to believe.”

“Well, eggplant is an odd choice, but you do you kiddo!” Patton added on.

In response to Patton’s statement, Virgil hit his head on the table.

Patton turned on Virgil faster than dogs chase their tails. “You hurt yourself again, and I will physically fight you!” he warned.

Virgil flipped his hood on. “Your innocence is painful sometimes.”

Ignoring the commotion between Patton and Virgil, Remus whipped out an empty deodorant container and began the process of scooping the jam out of the jar, plopping it into the container, and compacting it down. Deceit and Roman instantly teamed up in order to get him to stop, while Virgil began explaining Remus’ thought process behind his jam flavor to Logan.

Patton surveyed the chaos. While this breakfast wasn’t the best the fatherly Side could have hoped for, it was still better than some of the other meals he and his fellow Light Sides shared in the past. Overall, he was just happy the kitchen wasn’t on fire.

Fun FamILY Fridays can only improve from here, Patton thought to himself hopefully. Leaving the rest of the Sides to their own devices, he began cooking breakfast for them all while thinking optimistically about the future.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #thomas sanders fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #crude humor #my writing

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lesbiandanieljacobi · 5 years ago

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I promised you it was coming, @wreathedinscales, and now I’ve actually done it. Chapter One of Run For The Office and Run For The Cause, the dad-Bones fic is below the cut.

His first rotation in Starfleet Medical is in pediatrics, because somebody up there hates him, and because somebody down here hates him too, they send him to deal with the just-below-the-age-of-majority defectors from the non-Federation races, who are, he is told very seriously, not political prisoners, despite appearances.

“No,” says Leonard McCoy, and folds his arms over his newly red-clad chest, internally blaming Jim Kirk and the fact the kid had hacked the Academy servers to ensure they’d be roommates.

Christopher Pike, the asshole responsible for delivering his assignment, and for recruiting Len, lets his head fall forward onto his desk, and mutters something that includes the words ‘mushroom’, ‘fuckery’, and ‘doppelgänger’ that makes no sense at all, except, apparently, to him.

“Doctor, you don’t get to say no to this,” he says, when he finally looks back up at Len.

“Sure I can,” says Len, “I just did.”

“How are you actively worse than when I had both of them in the same room?” Pike asks, as though this will mean something to Len. “Doctor McCoy, we have four defectors from non-Federation worlds who are below the age of majority, and need medical attention. The youngest is 16, if you were concerned that you might be -“

“So help me god, if you finish that sentence.”

There’s a new figure in the room now, dashing in medical blues that seem designed to complement his equally blue eyes.

“I shan’t, then,” says Pike, primly, smirk betraying his intent.

“Go fuck yourself, Chris,” says the newcomer.

“Not in front of the cadet, Phil,” says Pike, and Len begins internally cursing anyone who had a hand in his arrival at Starfleet, starting with Pike.

“Listen, Doctor McCoy,” says Admiral Boyce, because that’s the only Phil who would show up in Pike’s office in Medical Blue and then call him Chris, “there’s a very specific reason I’ve assigned you to this.”

Len resists the urge to tell him that he is, apparently, the person down here on earth who hates Len, and instead asks what the reason is, because he can respect a leading statement when it suits him.

“To be frank, I’m dealing with an absurdly large number of ‘fleet doctors whose attitudes towards those races with whom the Federation is nominally at war are affecting their ability to treat these children.”

Len can feel his chest inflating with anger and hot air, even as Boyce is speaking. He hates, on many levels, that Boyce can read him so well so quickly, but now he’s mostly concerned about the wellbeing of the minors.

“What species are we talking about?”

Pike and Boyce make eye contact in a way that Len knows - just knows - is smug, and Boyce hands Len the PADD he’d been carrying.

“Two Romulans, one of whom isn’t talking at all, a Klingon, and a fugitive Orion who won’t tell us why she’s a fugitive.”

Len casts a cursory glance at the files on the PADD, and then looks back up at the Admirals. Boyce is perched on the edge of Pike’s desk, supermodel legs crossed at the ankle, perfectly at ease, and studying Len’s face a little more closely than Len’s really comfortable with. Pike has a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Paul, or Michael?” Boyce asks Pike.

Pike clicks his tongue and then shakes his head.

“Neither. But Michael is getting warmer.”

Boyce sighs out a breath between his teeth.

“Stop flirting with your subordinates,” he says to Pike, and then he turns back to Len and says, “come on, then.”

“You weren’t complaining!” Pike yells after them.

“Just for that,” Boyce says, as they get in the turbo lift at the end of Pike’s corridor, “I’m not telling him the ex you apparently remind him of is finally back on earth.”

Len chokes on air, and Boyce grins like a shark.

***

Keeping up with Boyce is a struggle, because the man moves at the speed of sound. Len is almost jogging to match his pace when they arrive in one of Starfleet Medical’s isolation wards. There are four rooms in use, although one of them appears to be empty. When he turns a questioning eyebrow on Boyce, the man sighs.

“The Romulan girls do better together,” he says, “although they refuse to tell us why.”

The room opposite the empty one does in fact contain two girls, curled tight around each other on the single biobed, looking almost like a single entity. If Boyce hadn’t said they were Romulan, Len would have assumed they were Vulcan, which was becoming a larger and larger issue for Starfleet intelligence. But on that train of thought -

“Has anyone done psi-readings for them? There’s none in their file,” Len asks, flipping slightly aimlessly through the PADDs he’d been given. He’s met with silence, and when he looks up, Boyce is smiling, but softer, almost proud.

“No,” he says, “and I think you’re going to work wonders in here.”

Len snorts, and pulls out his tricorder. He’s right, it seems. The two girls are producing a low-level psi reading, much like that observed in Vulcan bonded pairs. Len hums to himself, something from a century or two ago that Joanna loved and always ended up stuck in Len’s head, as he enters the reading, only to realize someone is humming along.

It’s the Orion. She’s sitting right by the clear forcefield that closes the isolation room, and she’s smiling. In stark contrast to Len’s other experience with Orion women, she’s got close-cropped hair, and is wearing long sleeves and a high neckline, all in dark neutral tones.

“Hey, darling,” Len says, before he can really stop himself, “what’s your name?”

She mutters something that is definitely a name, but she doesn’t seem happy with. The syllables match what’s on her file, but something isn’t right. He takes a few steps over, and feels Boyce stiffen, where he’s watching in the door to the ward. She’s curled up again, smile having dropped off her face, and - Len’s earlier observations flip through his head like flashcards, adding up to a brand new conclusion.

“Let me ask a different question,” he says, sitting down in front of the forcefield, folding his knees criss-cross-applesauce like he used to with Jo, “what would you like me to call you?”

The Orion looks up again, eyes wide and a little startled.

“Hey, kiddo, it’s alright. If you want me to call you something different than the name they gave you when you were born, then that’s just fine, and I will. We won’t hurt you for wanting it, and we won’t use it against you.”

He hates that he has that speech prepared already, because he shouldn’t need to say it, but here he is, and he does need to say it. His Orion charge seems somewhat bolstered by the words, but still looks a little concerned.

“Let’s start again, shall we? I’m Leonard. What’s your name?”

The Orion swallows, and then makes steady, even, eye contact with Len.

“Gaitan.”

“Alright, Gaitan,” Len says, and swallows because if he gets this wrong this kid is probably never going to speak to him again, “and what pronouns would you like me to use?”

Gaitan says ‘he’ in the softest voice Len has ever heard, and then bursts into tears.

“Oh, no,” says Boyce, from the door, “oh my god, we’ve been misgendering you this whole time, I’m so fucking sorry. We should have checked.”

Gaitan turns big watery eyes on Boyce.

“You’re apologizing to me?”

“Of course I’m apologizing to you - we should have asked, and made sure you were comfortable,” Boyce says, and then drops the forcefield in front of Gaitan’s door.

“Can I give you a hug?” Len asks, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I’d really like to make sure you’ve got some reassurance right now.”

Gaitan flings himself at Len in answer, and wraps his arms around Len’s neck.

“Is that why you fled, Gaitan?” Boyce questions. Gaitan makes a humming noise of assent, and clings to Len a bit tighter.

“Said I was property ‘cause I was a girl but I’m not a girl so-“ he mutters.

“And you shouldn’t be property anyway,” says Len, scooting around on his ass to look at the room opposite Gaitan’s, “so you just stay right here while I - fucking hell, Boyce, that’s a Klingon!”

“I did tell you that,” says Boyce, grinning.

“I thought you were joking,” Len says, and juggles his tricorder into the hand not currently wrapped around Gaitan.

“‘S just T’Raka,” Gaitan soothes, “she’s nice.”

“T’Raka, is it?” Len calls, to the young woman in the room, “can we chat?”

She looks over at him, clearly skeptical, and then spots the tricorder.

“What’s that? I’ve never seen one before. What does it do? How does it work?”

“You’ve never seen a tricorder before?” Len asks, confused.

T’Raka flips a hand at him, limp-wristed.

“None of the other doctors believed I wouldn’t hurt them. They kept sedating me. But you popped up and actually asked what Gaitan’s pronouns were, so you’re clearly not as much of a dishonorable dick.”

Len blinks a few times, surprised by her unaccented, untranslated Standard. Then he smiles.

“We’re gonna get on fine, then, sweetie,” he says, and then holds out the tricorder, closer to the forcefield, “and it’s a tricorder, designed for medical scanning.”

T’Raka sits down on her side of her forcefield, and studies the device intently.

“Do you like science?” Len asks, to fill the ensuing silence.

“I like machines,” says T’Raka, without turning her eyes from the tricorder, “I like knowing how they work, what makes them tick.”

Len glances at the readouts he gets from her as surreptitiously as he can, and thumbs them into T’Raka’s files.

“Do you guys know anything about the twins in there?”

“They’re not twins,” says Gaitan, “but that’s about all I know.”

“They’re real scared of something, and they won’t tell us what,” says T’Raka, “but I think it’s got to do with the possibility of them being separated.”

“They don’t talk much,” says Gaitan, tone pointed.

“We talk plenty, you just can’t hear,” says one of the two of them, before pushing herself upright enough to look over at Len-and-Gaitan, wrapped together on the floor. She’s got the characteristic high cheekbones and pointed ears of the Romulans, and combined with her dark skin tone and warm brown eyes, it makes her look like an elf from one of Len’s childhood storybooks. Len had been raised on Pratchett, after all.

“Len, was it? I’m M’Lena. This is Adiwat.”

Her friend raises a hand and wiggles her fingers, without moving in any other way. The only thing Len can see is her good Irish red hair. M’Lena looks down at her for a moment, and then smiles.

“She says I should tell you that she’s glad you twigged to the psi-reading thing, because she hasn’t felt verbal lately.”

In the doorway, Boyce chokes.

“Is Adiwat telepathic?” Len asks, hand tracing idle patterns on Gaitan’s back.

“She’s half Vulcan, so she has limited telepathic abilities,” M’Lena explains, shrugging slightly. Then she giggles, and seems to launch into some kind of non-verbal exchange with Adiwat.

“I feel much better about how quiet they were now,” says T’Raka, with a low voice, and Len nods in agreement.

Scans for the girls take a few minutes, during which Gaitan stays wrapped around Len and T’Raka mumbles theories about Federaji tricorders. When he finally says goodbye to the kids, he genuinely isn’t sure whether he or they are more upset about it.

This is why Len doesn’t do pediatrics. He gets attached.

Boyce is looking at him sidelong as they walk back to the hospital lobby, and Len bites the bullet, and says it.

“What do I have to do to become the primary care doctor for the kids, even after the rotations end?”

Boyce grins.

“I thought you’d come round. I’ll handle it.”

Then he takes off at the same breakneck speed he had earlier, leaving Len in his dust, miffed, and on the way to becoming a parent for the second time in his life.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, and turns on his heel to go to class.

#prouves writes #youre welcome mom #star trek #star trek au

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dumortain-adam · 6 years ago

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Stella | Ethan Ramsey x MC (one shot)

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A/N: This fic is inspired by an interpretation I read about the song Almost (Sweet Music) where in it’s about a father/daughter relationship where in the daughter reminds the father of her late mother.

I made a post before asking what would Ethan call his daughter. Shout-out to @bi-cookie who suggested that Ethan would call his kid ‘peanut’, which is really cute.

And, sorry if there are any grammatical error. English is not my first language.

Warnings: Mentions of character death

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Song: Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier youtube link, spotify link. I also used the song Stella By Starlight - Ella Fitzergald as part of the story.

It was a hot summer day in Boston. Ethan walked into their house with his nearly six-year-old daughter, Stella, in his arms, fast asleep. She must be tired from their trip. It was his day off, and his daughter wanted to roam around the town.

They moved from his high-rise apartment when they knew that Casey was pregnant with Stella. Oh, what a news it was. At first, he was horrified. He was afraid that he would not be good enough for his child. He was afraid that he would end up just like his father, but she assured him that they would go through it together.

And now, Stella is turning six next week.

If only Casey could see her now. If she could only see how much their daughter has grown since.

“I’m so sorry Ethan” Naveen said, offering his condolences to his protege.

“I don’t know Naveen. Of all the people, why does it need to be her?” Ethan asked. She was just going out to meet her friend, and a few minutes later, he got a call that his wife was hit by a car. Now, Stella was left without a mother.

He looked at his two-year-old daughter, unaware of what was happening around her. “What about Stella? What am I supposed to do now that... that Casey’s gone?” He tried his best to sound strong, but hell, he can’t. He can’t be strong when his wife just died and now his daughter is left without a mother. What was he supposed to do? Where would he start? What if…

“You have to be strong for her. You have to be there for her.” Naveen broke his train of thought.

“Easier said than done, Naveen”

“But what isn’t?” he patted Ethan on his shoulder, before leaving him to have other people offer their condolences at Casey’s funeral.

But he didn’t want their sympathy and condolences. What he wants is to wake up from the nightmare he’s in. But unfortunately, this was reality, and in this reality, his wife is gone.

It wasn’t easy to raise his daughter alone. Not when she easily reminds him of his late wife. With how both Stella and Casey smile brightly, with how they both laugh wholeheartedly. With Casey’s blonde locks and green eyes which Stella inherited. It was a painful reminder of what happened four years ago. Casey told him that they would do everything together, raise their daughter together, but she was gone. He did not know where to start, or what to do. He was afraid to ruin everything for Stella.

Ethan settled his sleeping daughter down at her bed, watching how peaceful she looks. She looks just like her mother. He smiled sadly at her, as he remembers his late wife.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Stella asked him, as she woke up, sensing her father’s sadness.

Ethan tried to be strong in front of his daughter, but a stubborn drop of tear fell down his cheek. Stella wiped his tear away from his cheek, her small hands on his face.

“Don’t be sad, daddy” she said as she got up and engulfed her father in a hug, with her tiny arms around him to comfort her father.

Ethan let out a small chuckle. “Daddy’s not sad. I’m just thinking about mommy.”

“What about her?” she asked, pulling away from the hug.

“How she looks just like you.”

“But mommy is beautiful. Does that mean I’m beautiful too?”

“Of course. You are the most beautiful girl in the world”

“Really?” she asked, her face lighting up in delight.

“Yeah. Just like mommy”

“I miss mommy” Stella blurted out.

He too, misses Casey so much. There isn’t a single day where he didn’t wish that they were raising Stella together. That they’d be doing it all side by side. Though he was getting better as time pass by, there are still times where it all comes back. He smiled sadly at his daughter.

“Me too, peanut. Me too”

Stella let out a yawn.

“Sleepy?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah. Can you sing to sleep?”

“What song?”

“The one with my name in it. The one you told me mommy used to sing”

Ethan smiled softly at his daughter before he started to sing.

The song a robin sings

Through years of endless springs

The murmur of a brook at eventide

That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide

A great symphonic theme

That's Stella by starlight and not a dream

She's all of this and more

She's everything that you’d adore

Have you seen Stella by starlight with moon in her ave

That's Stella by starlight raptures so rare

She's is all of this and more

She's everything that you would adore

He remembered, when he first heard Casey sing, he was absolutely captivated by her voice. Like the world around him stopped moving. As if nothing exists but her. He loved jazz music, as much as how much he loved classical pieces, and he was left surprised when Casey sung that song to him once.

And now, Stella seems to like jazz music as well. Oh, how she’s almost like her mother.

“Goodnight, daddy. I love you”

“I love you too, peanut. Goodnight” he kissed her forehead then he turned off her lamp.

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[Next day]

He walked inside the hospital holding Stella’s hand on his. Other doctors greeted him, and to their surprise, Ethan greeted them back with a smile on his face. Stella, on the other hand, looked around the hospital in awe.

Her nanny cancelled last minute, so he had no choice but to bring Stella to work. They continued walking down the hospital halls until they reached his office. He settled down her bag that down on the chair.

“Hey little peanut” he crouched down to level his height with Stella’s.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me you’ll be quiet while daddy is working. Do you promise?”

“I promise”

“Good. Now, daddy is going to work. You could play with your toys.” he said, kissing Stella’s forehead.

He then started to work, continuing his new research. Stella on the other hand, played with her math flashcards quietly as she promised her dad. Ethan glanced at his daughter, smiling at her enthusiasm to learn advanced math for her age.

An hour later, the door to his office opened.

“I didn’t know it was ‘take your child to work day’ today” Naveen said, as he closed the door.

“Grandpa Naveen!” Stella ran towards Naveen and caught him in a hug.

“Hello to you too, kiddo” he greeted the child back.

Ethan sighed. “Her nanny cancelled last minute, so I had to bring her here”

“And are you being a good girl, Stella?”

“Yeah!” She replied enthusiastically.

“Anyway...” Naveen said, but before he even finishes what he was about to say, a knock from the door interrupted him.

“Doctor Ramsey?” A shy voice from the other side of the door was heard.

“Come in” Ethan said

The intern entered the room, fear visible on her face.

“I-I just wanted to give an update about my patient in room 402.”

“Go on”

“Uh, the patient had an anaphylactic shock, and currently unconscious. I think she’s allergic to the medications I gave her”

“You think?”

“Uh, I-I know, doctor”

Ethan took a deep breath. No matter how strong the urge was, and no matter how much the intern deserves to be berated, he can’t bring himself to yell at the intern with his daughter watching. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down.

“Sometimes, the patient doesn’t know about their allergies...”

“But how am I supposed to know if they don’t tell me?” the intern cut him off.

Ethan took another deep breath. No, he’s not going to scold an intern in front of his daughter, he told himself.

“That is why we need to be careful in giving them medication. Update me if there is a development on your patient’s condition”

“Y-yes, Doctor.”

The young intern walked out of his office with fear and confusion – due to Ethan’s sudden change in behavior, making him sound a lot kinder than he actually is, etched on her face.

Ethan let out an audible sigh, rubbing his eyebrows.

“Are you okay, daddy?” Stella asked, as she came towards her father

“I’m fine, peanut. Just a little stressed.”

“Don’t be stressed. You’ll look old” Stella elicited a laugh from her father with her words. She massaged his frown lines, easing the tension away from his face.

He remembered how Casey used to ease the tension away from him. How she used to kiss his forehead whenever he was stressing himself over work that he brought home. How she used to do that with little Stella on her arms, sleeping. He remembered how she also used to joke about that he’ll look older if he stresses himself out.

“All better now?” asked Stella

“Yep. A whole lot better now.” Ethan kissed her forehead. “Thank you, peanut”

“You’re welcome, daddy” she said, then returned to play with her toys.

“Look at you. For someone who scares the heck out of interns and residents, you are surprisingly really soft towards your daughter” Naveen said to his protégé.

“Of course. She’s my kid. She’s different.”

“But you know, I’m happy to see you happy.”

“How can I not be? Stella’s like a ball of sunshine”

No matter how hard Casey’s death was for him, he had to be strong for his daughter. She’s all that matters to him right now. And in return, Stella made his life brighter. She made her father happy and proud.

“Anyway” Naveen continued what he was about to say earlier before the intern interrupted. “This is an invitation from the organizers of the medical conference in Canada in October. They want you to be a guest speaker” Naveen hands him the invitation.

“Thank you.”

---

[Later]

It has been a long time since they last visited Casey’s grave. After his shift, they headed out to the cemetery. They stopped over to buy flowers and they continued their drive. Their drive from the hospital was short and filled with conversation and laughter.

As they reached her grave, he put the flowers down on the ground.

“Hi love” Ethan let out a sigh before he continues. He knows it’s pointless to talk to her grave, knowing he she won’t hear it, but maybe, if heaven was even real, maybe she’ll hear him. He knows it’s absurd, but he also wanted to let it all out. “Sorry if we only get to visit you now. You know how busy the hospital is. But don’t worry. Everything’s fine. Great, actually. Stella’s been doing really well in school. In fact, her teacher told me that she might get accelerated. Guess she inherited her intelligence from you. You know, she’s really starting to be like you. There is absolutely no doubt that she’s your daughter.” Ethan let out a small smile, as he looked at Stella briefly. “I wish you’re still here, so we could raise her together and you could see her grow. She’s grown so much since... since you were gone.”

He shifted his attention to Stella. “Do you want to talk to mommy?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah” She answered. “Hi mommy. I miss you.” Stella shyly says to her mother’s grave.

“Yeah. We miss you. We miss you so much, love.”

---

The sun was beginning to set, giving the sky a tint of orange. The drive back to their home was quieter than their drive to the cemetery. That is, until Stella to break the silence.

“Daddy, can I ask you something?”

“Hm? Ask away”

“Do you still love mommy?”

“Of course, peanut. I will never stop loving mommy” Ethan answered in a heartbeat.

“Even if she’s in heaven now?”

Ethan smiled softly at her before answering.

“Even if she’s in heaven now”

[end]

#ethan ramsey #dr ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #dr ethan ramsey x mc #playchoices #open heart #choices open heart

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send-me-a-challenge · 6 years ago

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Scarlet: And this is the Black Knight! He has magic powers.

Daxial: kight!

Scarlet: No Dax, knight. The K is silent.

Crowley: Having fun kiddos?

Scarlet: Yeah but I think Dax is getting bored. When were his lessons again?

Crowley: Right now actually. Oh and Angel is waiting for you downstairs with the game.

Scarlet: Great!

Crowley: Just put up the toys first.

Scarlet: Got it!

Crowley then looks back to Daxial. Aziraphale had given him flashcards to use. It was suppose to help him learn his words and the world around him. How Aziraphale expected a child to learn about the world from simple cards was a mystery to him. Still, he does as the angel asks. Surprise to see how well Daxial actually retained the information on them from last time.

#scarlet crowley #Daxial Celestial #crowely #fan play #gomens #good omens #fanplay #ineffable dads #Listen Crowley is best dad #Azirpahle is a great dad #but Crowley is best so far #Even if Dax likes Aziraphale more

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virgiliananxiety · 7 years ago

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Illogical Intelligence

Based on this post by @randomslasher

Pairing: Analogical

Word count: 1073

Warnings: panicking thoughts, angst, hurt/comfort mild language, knife mention, one innuendo (it’s just a really bad joke from Roman)

A huge thanks to @adultmorelikeadolt for editing this for me!

Tags: @the-incedible-sulk

“Well, today I thought we could talk a bit about my life as a single man?” Thomas said. “While I’m okay, and happy, I do think it would nice to have a boyfriend.”

“Well, of course, kiddo,” Patton smiled comfortingly. “But there’s nothing wrong with wantin’ someone to cuddle with!”

“I, personally, think it is fantastic idea,” Roman added, a bit to grandly for Virgil’s tastes. To be fair, most things Roman did were a bit too grand for Virgil’s tastes. “We can dive in, and hopefully at the end get someone to dive in us.” He raised an eyebrow at his own joke, prompting a round of groans from the other sides.

“Yeah, we can dive more into how I end up ruining every relationship you’ve ever had.” Virgil sighed, fiddling with the edge of his hoodie. As much as he tried, he couldn’t help but bring the entire room down.

“Virgil, breathe. We’ve talked about this.” Logan grabbed Virgil’s hand and looked him dead in the eyes, steely blue bouring into his own. “The thoughts you’re experiencing are purely a result of irrational thinking and a tendency to blame yourself.” Virgil glanced at the ground, but Logan squeezed his hand to make him match the gaze again. “You are valued and you are a crucial part of us. We’ve seen what could happen without you, you are lovely and so, so, important.” He dropped his voice to a low whisper. “To me especially.”

A small smile danced across Virgil’s lips, he couldn’t help it when it came to his boyfriend. The moment was broken, however, when Patton let out a high-pitched squeal.

“You guys are just so cute!” He exclaimed, causing heat to flush to Virgil’s cheeks.

“They’re blushing, how adorable,” Roman chimed in. “But back to the topic at hand, how do you all believe we should go about this matter?”

“I propose we all think of what we appreciate in a man, and how those standards apply to our picking an object of affection.” Logan suggested, adjusting his glasses. “We can then use those core values to figure out who might be our next,” He paused, flipping through his pile of flashcards, “‘bae’.”

Thomas winced, and Virgil himself smirked at the rather...old slang. “That one’s a little outdated, Logan. But I do like the idea. Should we just, I don’t know, go around and say what’s attractive to us in a guy?”

“Beauty, of course.” Roman started, shimmying his shoulders slightly.

“Not only that!” Patton chimed in. “He has to be kind, and appreciate you are as a person, Thomas.” Thomas nodded in agreement.

“He has to be able to put up with me.” Virgil said, earning a skeptical look from Logan. “I mean, he has to be okay with you at your worst, and be able to comfort you. Lo, you have anything to add?”

“Well, personally I believe intelligence is the most attractive quality in any person.” Logan said, and the honesty in his face stung a little to Virgil. “I believe that the only way for someone to be worthy of a relationship is to have a lot of intelligence, and only then are they the perfect match.” A knife twisted within Virgil, deep in his stomach. It felt like it was slicing open all the butterflies, one by one. He felt the air thicken in his lungs, a weight starting to settle on his chest, and his mind had one objective: “run”.

“I’m gonna have to, uh, sink out.” He said suddenly, interrupting whatever Patton was saying. He saw the other side open his mouth to stop him, but Virgil just sank down into his own private oblivion.

Is that really what Logan wants? Someone super smart? Virgil wasn’t smart, he wasn’t nearly good enough for Logan. He wasn’t ever good enough for him, how did he ever think he was? He was so stupid for thinking that he actually deserved Logan, how could he be so stupid, this whole thing was just because he was so stupid, he wasn’t good enough for a boyfriend, why couldn’t he just be good eno–

“Virgil!” A voice boomed through his thoughts, and he felt himself be yanked from his room, back to their shared area.

“Virge, kiddo, are you okay?” Patton knit his brow, a concerned look overtaking his features.

“Uh, me? I’m totally good.” He swallowed, pulling his hood down to cover his face, puffy from tears he didn’t realize had been shed.

“Dude, you’re definitely not ‘totally good’.” Roman said.

“Look, just cause I’m not the smartest doesn’t mean I don’t know when I’m alright.” Virgil snapped. “I’m. Fine.”

“Is that what this is about?” Virgil turned to Logan at the sound of his voice. For the first time, it was so small, and so, so, hurt. Virgil almost started crying again, he didn’t want to hurt Logan at all. “You think that I don’t believe that you’re intelligent?”

“Well, I’m not smart at all compared to you.” Virgil couldn’t bring himself to look at his boyfriend.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?” Logan shouted, causing all the sides to jump back. “I’m sorry, Virgil, but that is bullshit.” Virgil finally looked up at him, and those eyes, oh god, those eyes. Eyes that held the wonders of the world, the beauty of complexity, and the heart that was so pure on the inside. “There is no one way to be ‘smart’.” He held up air quotes. “Intelligence can come up in a number of ways, and yours is by far my favorite.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” He adjusted his glasses, preparing for a long explanation. “The standard system has a way of measuring intelligence, by memorizing, and basic logic skills. This however, doesn’t compared to what you have. You think of every possible scenario, and analyze them to all hell and back. You find details that all of us miss, and you make every plan fool-proof. You caution us, and though it is sometimes irrational, it is still incredibly intelligent. You make us all complete, and you keep Thomas safe.” His gaze softened, tone as sincere as it could be. “You are incredible. And I love you for it.”

Virgil felt tears fall as he was pulled into Logan’s tight embrace, large arms wrapping around him securely. “I love you, too.” He mumbled into his boyfriend’s shirt, and buried his face in his chest.

#analogical #analogical fanfic #my fic #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #logan snaders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #i apologize for the awful title #it's all i could think of #vic fic

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