#remy’s birthday is the day after patton’s. so it’s this monday

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The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 15: Live to Tell

Prev - Live to Tell - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3378 - Rated: T - CW: swearing, non-graphic discussions of abuse

Janus depositions Logan in preparation for their court battle with Kelly. He tells Janus everything. Well, nearly everything. Everything relevant, Logan is certain.

I have a tale to tell Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well I was not ready for the fall Too blind to see the writing on the wall

A man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well Hope I live to tell the secret I have learned 'Til then, it will burn inside of me - Live to Tell, Madonna

Roman stayed until Saturday afternoon. They spent the night on the couch, talking and… to be honest, each had dozed a bit, as well. Logan had fallen asleep first, warm and safe, wrapped in Roman's arms, holding him just as closely. The next morning, the boys didn’t question Roman’s presence and simply greeted him like he belonged there.

Despite his worries, they’d had a blissful weekend together, with cake and leftovers for breakfast, and a thrift store hunt for books and Doctor Who DVDs later in the day. Saying goodbye to Roman had been difficult, with wild fantasies of making a permanent space for him flitting through Logan's mind. But Remy's scheme to meet up the next weekend for the movie gave them all something to look forward to.

Remy’s housemate Emile came by Sunday afternoon after spending the weekend with his parents and they’d all fumbled their way through making sushi with the kit the boys had given him for his birthday. Emile had even gifted him a little matcha tea set, the sakura petals on the bamboo finish perfectly matching the kit from his sons.

By Sunday night, Remy, Virgil, and Emile had driven back up to Bellingham, and Logan had dropped off Patton at Kelly’s for her week with him. Neither had mentioned the papers. 

He took his time getting ready for bed, drawing out the rote tasks. He flossed twice, refilled the hand soap bottles, changed out the towels in all the bathrooms. The weekend’s busyness, his sons’ laughter filling the house—and, thanks to Roman, his own—had pushed away his worries about Kelly’s filing and Monday’s deposition with Janus.

Now that he was alone again, it was impossible to think about anything else.

More times than he wanted to admit, he’d picked up his phone, tapping open his ongoing chat with Roman, and tried to imagine what he would say if he invited him over. Twice, he’d even started to type out the message, but no matter how he worded it, his request sounded… disrespectful. Dirty. Hey, Ro, my sons aren’t home. Wanna come over?

Shaking his head, he went downstairs to finish the laundry he’d neglected that weekend. Once that was done, he moved on to strip all the beds and, in a few loads, had washed all the sheets and blankets. By the time he’d folded the last comforter, still warm and smelling like that Saturday Roman had found him at the laundromat, the first birds had begun their morning calls. Logan made his bed, brewed a fresh pot of coffee, then stood in front of the kitchen window to watch the sunrise slowly open the blooms in his flower box.

When the bottom edge of the sun cleared the horizon, Logan rinsed his cup and got ready for work. If he left soon, he could take the bus in and not need to worry about the traffic over the bridge.

~

“A little odd to be on the other side of one of these, isn’t it?” Janus remarked as he sat across from him in his office. He tried not to listen when Janus asked Beatrice to ensure they weren’t disturbed, though he’d appreciated the way Janus had asked him to bring a stack of files from his office as a subtle subterfuge.

“More than a little,” he nodded.

Humming, Janus flipped through folders on his desk. “I see from the proceedings you represented yourself—”

“You have my court records?” Logan interrupted, eyes wild as he tried to recall what other information might be hidden away in those files.

Janus looked up, a faint frown wrinkling his brow. “I’m your attorney.”

“Right, yes, of course… I—I don’t mean…” He looked down at his hands. Janus was certain to rescind the Assistant AIC offer after all of this. This was even worse than the review of his Q-Law cases.

“Did you consult with anyone?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I… took care of it. Kelly was the petitioner. She… It was… I just wanted it done.”

Logan wasn’t sure if Roman had warned him or not, but Janus started very slowly with the rest of his questions, building out a chronological list of events in their marriage and separation. He captured the boys’ names and birthdays—they’d been redacted from the court record. They talked a bit about Virgil’s birth and his surgeries. Logan even told Janus how Virgil’s genetic screening had showed a hereditary component to the defect in his diaphragm. He admitted how, afterward, he’d had his own genome screened and confirmed he carried the gene.

Janus didn’t ask for more details, so he let the rest of that thread drop.

Instead, he began to ask about the… quality of his relationship with Kelly. Logan bit the inside of his cheek, fighting for control. He’d just managed to win a sliver of respect from his boss. He couldn’t… He couldn’t just throw that all away with some overly emotional reaction.

“We… we disagreed on…” Logan sucked in a slow breath, forcing his twitching hands to calm. Janus’ eyes flicked down to his lap and made a note in the margin of his yellow legal pad. “On a few important things about the boys.” He shrugged, “Like all married people, I suppose.”

He nodded slowly, writing without taking his eyes off of Logan’s expression. “Your parents… disagreed a lot?”

In one breath, Logan was back in his parents’ old rambler in Oregon. He sat on his closet floor, making flashcards, a heavy AP History textbook open on his lap. Surrounded by hanging clothes, with his blanket shoved against the gap at the bottom, his father’s shouted words and his mother’s occasional responses were muffled and difficult to make out.

But the tones were unmistakable. And far too familiar. 

Logan couldn’t stop his hands from shaking so he crossed his arms over his belly, gripping and releasing the sides of his shirt. “Excellent motivation to get a scholarship to UW and move out on my own,” he said, an attempt at levity. His voice cracked at the end and Janus simply made another note on his legal pad.

Janus tapped the end of his pen against his lips and went quiet. Logan had observed him cross examine reticent witnesses often enough to have seen this tactic of his before. Given enough time under his ‘I have all day, how about you?’ gaze, even other attorneys who knew it was coming would start to sweat and say anything to fill the silence.

Logan was well practiced at holding his tongue.

“You were married for…” Janus flipped back to the front page and did the math. “Eighteen years.” Faster than Logan had expected, he’d moved on to the ‘I already know everything, you might as well answer my questions’ stage. “This is difficult. Difficult to talk about, difficult to re-experience,” he said, his voice softer than Logan had braced himself for and his eyes darted up, an unfamiliar expression on his boss’ face. “Believe me, I understand.” 

He nodded, then lowered his head and waited for Janus' next question, shields up and ready.

“Talk to me, Logan.” Without seeing his face, it almost sounded like a plea. “What made you finally decide to divorce?”

Eyes closed to avoid the inevitable ridicule on Janus’ expression, Logan forced a slow, deep breath. Still, his voice shook shamefully when he spoke. “How much of this has Roman already told you?”

“None." Logan looked up, the honesty in Janus' voice too strong to ignore. “Roman can be a bit of a drama king—”

“Excuse me?” Logan’s voice was sharper than he’d intended but instead of looking angry at his interjection, Janus merely looked surprised and… pleased?

“As is my Remus,” he said, the tone of that ‘my’ hanging in the air, as though he noted some other parallel between the brothers. Janus’ smile morphed into a bit of a smirk. “As am I, so I’ve been told.” Janus watched his reaction with interest and for a moment, Logan could have sworn his boss was about to add him to his list of ‘drama kings.’ Logan looked down and smoothed his tie for the sake of having somewhere else to look. “Personally, I think the world could use more drama kings,” he continued. “You never need doubt where you stand with us.”

Speak for yourself, Logan thought but did not say.

“Regardless.” Janus grew serious. “Unless you asked him to tell me something personal you’d shared with him, Roman would not breathe a word of it.” He lowered his legal pad. “And, aside from a very short list of legally required disclosures, the same is true for me. Your secrets are safe.”

He pinched his sides, a distraction from the tears already burning the backs of his eyes. Janus waited, but when Logan didn’t speak for several long moments, he prodded. “To do my job, Logan, I need to know everything.”

Logan deflated, the last shreds of his pride spooled in a tangled mess on the floor. “I know,” he sighed. 

“Was it more than 'disagreements' between you?” Janus asked again, even softer this time.

Logan’s bottom lip trembled, but the harder he tried to control it, the worse it got. He nodded and swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.

“Much more.”

~

Eighteen years of practicing law plus two decade’s worth of his own personal experiences had muted Janus’ expressiveness in the face of misery. Remus worked hard to ensure it was a mask he could drop, that he had spaces where he was free to cry and shout and stumble and laugh. His husband spent an inordinate amount of energy and love ensuring he would not be swallowed up and consumed by his jaded attorney façade.

Janus clung to that jadedness now, letting it carry him as he fought to keep a mostly neutral expression while Logan recounted the gradual descent from storybook romance to a narrow escape from Hansel and Gretel’s witch.

It was a familiar story. While Q-Law received most of its funding from its flashier cases, the national attention garnered through their work on major legislation, fancy galas, and private benefactors, from a caseload perspective, a plurality of their work was in family law. Domestic violence cases in particular. Q-Law was there to serve a need in the queer community and, tragically, that’s where the greatest need lay.

What made this story different for Janus was he didn’t need to ask if anyone at his client’s workplace had the faintest inkling of just how bad, just how dangerous his home life had been.

Janus had had none.

Shame bubbled in his chest as Roman’s tight-lipped admonition ran laps through his mind. ‘Maybe you don’t actually know him as well as you think you do.’ This interview proved he most certainly did not.

He turned to a fresh page. “And which of these injuries did you actually seek care for?” Logan curled in on himself, the implied accusation harsh even to Janus’ ears. “That came out wrong, I’m sorry. I simply wish to retrieve hospital records,” he said.

“Do you—” Logan shivered and Janus checked the thermostat. The office was set to 71°F. “Do you really think that will be necessary?”

He frowned and sat back in his chair. Janus was accustomed to clients, particularly DV clients, demonstrating resistance to reliving and retreading these parts of their lives. But Logan was a lawyer. A lawyer who, thanks to his now explainable eagerness to pick up so many of the toughest DV cases, was arguably the most experienced DV trial lawyer in the firm.

What wasn’t he getting about this?

“We’ve only seen the initial petition, Logan,” Janus began as carefully as he could. A spark of annoyance he couldn’t quite suppress buzzed in his mind. “If she alleges any sort of—”

“I never hurt her. Not even—” His voice fell away and his eyes were drawn to the door. Fuck, he was losing him.

Janus looked down at the desk between them. He stood, wincing when Logan flinched. He brought his legal pad and a pen and sat at the other end of the couch, nothing between them now but a few feet of overstuffed leather sofa.

“What can you share, Logan?” he asked softly.

“I…” He sighed, shoulders curled over and he held out his right hand. A vague recollection of a college sports injury explaining away the titanium pins that triggered court metal detectors flicked across Janus’ mind.

“I had surgery at Evergreen for my wrist fracture. Started at the emergency room. There will be X-rays.” Janus’ pen flew across the page. “I left… AMA from Recovery.” He massaged the bone just above his wrist and from here, Janus could see the three little white lines from the incisions. “Kelly came by with the kids and… drove me home.”

“She convinced you to leave against medical advice?”

Logan looked away. “The doctor had called a social worker because my injuries were ‘inconsistent with the patient’s reported cause.’”

Janus nodded slowly and made a few marks on the page before flipping back to review the full list of incidents Logan had recounted. “This was in October 2011?”

“After Patton’s first diagnosis.”

He nodded again and flipped back to the mostly blank page, pen hovering over the sheet, ready for the next set of records to requisition. When Logan remained silent, Janus looked up. “Whenever you’re ready,” he prompted gently.

“That’s it.”

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’” He stared at Logan, brow furrowed as he turned again to the pages detailing the times their arguments had turned violent. The times that bitch had turned violent.

“That was the only injury for which I sought care.” His voice was stiff. Formal.

“What?” Janus hissed, calm façade cracking as he scanned the list. “You—your—The fractures in your hand?” Logan shook his head, eyes on the floor. “Your concussions, the burn, the—the tear in your lobe, you—”

“Dermabond surgical adhesive was sufficient to stop the bleeding.“

Janus scoffed. “You can’t just order that shit from Amazon!”

Logan merely shrugged. “It’s a basic veterinary supply. It isn’t that difficult to acquire.”

“I see,” Janus said more to his notepad than his client. Logan had used fucking vetbond on himself then went to work the next day like nothing had happened. His employee. His co-worker. Sour acid churned in his stomach. 

‘He’s your friend, too…’

Roman had been wrong. Janus had not been his friend.

He watched Logan over the top of his legal pad. Shame crawling up his spine, he wondered how many times he’d fucking laughed when Devin had sat where Logan was now and remarked how clumsy their quiet co-worker must be to so often have had some sort of limp or bandage or…

No. He couldn’t undo any of that. But he could fight like hell for Logan now. 

“Do you have friends who would be willing to support any of this with contemporaneous reports?” he asked, trying a new tactic. “Neighbors? Anyone you’ve been close with who knew what had really happened and would give a statement?”

“No,” Logan said. His fingers tapped the side of his knee in what more closely resembled a tremor than a fidget.

“What makes you so sure they’d be unwilling to come forward?” Despite humanity's general unwillingness to rock the boat even to save a person from drowning, Janus couldn’t imagine everyone in Logan’s life would be so reluctant to help. With the notable exception of Devin, Logan had always been kind and thoughtful to everyone in the office, unerringly polite and considerate. The first to pass around a card for birthdays or tragedies, despite the glaring omission of his own. There had to be someone.

“We could ensure their anonymity if they’re concerned about… social ramifications. She wouldn’t need to know they’d said anything.”

It was like convincing a rock. He wouldn’t even look up. “Logan, we’ve done it before. Domestic violence situations, particularly when witnesses consider both parties friends and—”

Logan shook his head. “You misunderstand me. I mean I… I have no… confidants from that period of my life. Your, ah…” Logan crossed and uncrossed his legs then wrapped his arms around his stomach, hugging himself. “Your brother-in-law is my first friend in a very long time.”

He looked down at his statement. “You… “ Sighing, he set the legal pad face down on the coffee table and turned in his seat to face Logan properly. “You have been through so much and…” He met his eyes. 

Janus used to wonder how people could be so blind when the people around them were suffering. How people could waltz through their days, ignoring the obvious hurt of those around them. But he’d been just as bad. Just as oblivious. “I'm sorry I never noticed the signs. That I never tried to help you.”

Logan looked away, rubbing the fingers of his left hand. Janus had always thought it a nervous habit. Now he wondered how much the mis-fused bones pained him. And how much of it was a reminder of that fight.

Finally, Logan shrugged. “I made every effort to ensure there was nothing for anyone to notice.”

They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, then Janus stood. “Can I make you some tea?” Logan looked up, surprise cutting through his mask. Janus smiled and spread his hands, gesturing toward the little kettle and bamboo box of matcha. “I know I could use a cup. I imagine you could, too.”

Logan huffed. “Got anything stronger than tea?”

Shaking his head, Janus chuckled and pulled his five-year Alcoholics Anonymous chip from his pocket. “Nope.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right, Logan. We… we’ve both had our secrets, haven’t we?” Janus checked the kettle and clicked it on, then pulled two mugs from underneath the tea caddy. “How long have we known each other?”

“Almost twenty-two years.”

Janus shook his head. “Far too long to not actually know each other.”

“Perhaps,” he said. 

The water rumbled in the kettle and Janus whisked it into the powder in the chawan, the steam carrying the bright, clean scent through the room.

“May I help with the tea?” Logan began to rise. “You don’t need to serve me.”

“Yes, actually, I do.” Janus looked over his shoulder and winked. “You’re older, so I pour the tea.”

Sitting back down, Logan shook his head, a tiny scowl wrinkling his brow. “I can’t be that much older than you.”

“Very nearly nine months,” Janus smiled as he poured Logan’s tea, then his own, and set both cups down on the table.

Logan’s face couldn’t decide if he should glare or grin.

“Don’t worry,” Janus nodded and waited for Logan to pick up his cup. “I promise I won’t rub it in too much.”

Smiling, Logan took a sip and set down his cup. 

“Besides, it’s bad manners to mock the elderly.”

A sudden belly laugh burst from the ordinarily quiet man.

“Careful there,” Janus murmured, sipping his tea. “Too much excitement at your age can't be healthy.” Shoulders shaking, Logan laughed until there were tears in his eyes and Janus passed him another tissue.

Janus slid a little closer on the couch and smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you really laugh.”

“Well,” Logan nodded and raised his cup. “Here’s to twenty-two more years of hearing it.”

By the time they finished their tea, the clock on Janus’ desk chimed six times. “Damn,” he muttered, pulling out his phone and confirming just how late it really was. “I hope I’m not keeping you from your boys.”

“No,” Logan shook his head, turning the little cup in his hands. “Not at all. Patton is at Kelly’s this week. I’m not needed.” Janus frowned at his phrasing and Logan fumbled to explain. “He carpooled after school, and the…” He looked down and the desk lamp cast long shadows across his face, exaggerating the dark circles under his eyes. “The quarter’s started at Western.”

“Hmm.” More shaken by Logan's words than he wanted to admit, Janus took their empty cups and placed them in the basin on the bottom shelf of his tea caddy. “Any plans for dinner, then?”

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Pumpkins, Corn, and Caffeine [Dice Roll 10-Special Event] (Sometimes Labels Shift Series)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Virgil & Remy (a bit of Logan & Remy, Logan & Virgil, and mentioned Logan/Patton

Characters: 

Main: Remy, Virgil

Appear: Logan

Mentioned: Patton

Summary: Remy steals Virgil to take him to a pumpkin patch.

This is a one-shot dealing with events set after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Notes: This was the result of my 10th Roll the Dice Fic Special. The Roll the Dice event is where I do random ships, universes, and genres for the Sanders Sides fandom. For more details see this post. This special one allowed people to send me prompts from already established universes or pick out combos from my Roll the Dice Playsheet and then I used a random number generator to pick the one I did. The prompt I rolled was Labeled Universe, Remy & Virgil with the word “overcome.”

“Sup,” Remy said, shoving right past Logan into his house. “I’m stealing your kid.”

The sputtering that came immediately made Remy want to laugh, but he resisted, keeping his face as serious as possible.

“Hey, Baby Shadow,” Remy called into the house without acknowledging the look Logan was shooting him. “Where’re you at?”

“Remy?” Virgil asked coming from Patton’s kitchen. Missy came running between his legs, almost tripping him. Remy reached down to sweep her up in his arms. “Hello, Little Monster,” he said, ruffling the fur on her head to happy barking before putting her down.

“I’m stealing you for the day, Virgil.”

“Uh… cool?” Virgil said. “Why?”

“I want to go through the corn maze at the pumpkin patch, so I need a kid to not look weird.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Logan asked.

Nope.” Remy handed him a $50 dollar bill which he took on instinct and then gawked at. “Patton’s gonna get off in half an hour. Take you hubby out to a fancy dinner, my treat.”

“What? Remy, I am not selling you Virgil for $50.”

“That’s not for Virgil.” Remy said, rolling his eyes.

“Then what…”

“Logan, I’d pay you $500 dollars if it could stop Patton from complaining to me about your lack of a sex life.”

Logan chocked on air.

“Oh my god! I’m getting my coat!” Virgil said, spinning on his heels and racing up the steps to his bedroom.

Logan slapped him on the shoulder and Remy rolled his eyes.

“Did he really…?” Logan asked after a moment.

“Not in so many words,” Remy told him.

“I’m not taking the $50, Remy,” he said trying to hand it back.

“It’s a birthday present.”

“My birthday is in January,” Logan said.

“Christmas present then.”

“How does that correct the problem? You should say Halloween present as that is the closest holiday, though traditionally people do not give gifts of money or anything other than candy really during that holiday.”

Remy rolled his eyes so hard he almost got a headache.

“Use it to feed Virgil today,” Logan changed tactics.

“Ugh, fine,” Remy agreed and stuck it back in his billfold. “But you better take Patty Cake to a properly fancy restaurant. I don’t want to hear any complaints about fish pizza on Monday.”

“I will get him pasta,” Logan said.

“Look at you, using that big brain of yours,” Remy cooed pinching his cheek and getting a sharp slap to the wrist in response.

Virgil came down the steps then in one of his customary black hoodies. “Is this warm enough?” he asked.

“Should be,” Remy told him. “and there’s always a bonfire we can stand around at the pumpkin patch if we get cold in the cold maze.”

“Cool,” Virgil said.

Remy grabbed his arm and started to pull him out of the house. “I’ll have him back after 9, but no later than 10,” Remy told Logan with a smirk. “Set an alarm.”

He got a superpower charged slap to the back of his head, but it was worth it.

“At least taste it,” Remy tempted, shaking his drink at Virgil.

“Over my dead body,” Virgil said sipping at his own motor oil flavored coffee. “because it probably would, actually kill me.”

“You’re 16,” Remy said. “You’d live.”

“Have you ever calculated how much sugar is in that?” Virgil asked.

“I’d rather live in oblivion,” Remy answered with a shrug.

Virgil just smiled and turned to look out of the window. They were about 25 minutes out of the city with 15 to go and were surrounded by corn fields. “What exactly is a corn maze?” Virgil asked.

“Farmers sometimes make mazes out of their corn fields so people can try to get through them.” He reached up to the sun visor and grabbed the pamphlet he’d stored up there. He tossed it at Virgil. “This pumpkin patch has one every year. This year it’s in the design of a skeleton family and the baby skeleton is holding a pumpkin. There are usually 12 different locations you have to find and then you get a free apple cider and a desert of your choice. I suggest the apple cider donuts.”

“Apple cider donuts?” he asked with a curious head tilt.

“Mmm. I’ll buy you one even if we don’t win the prize,” Remy promised. “We will though. I’m great at corn mazes. I’ve been doing this place’s corn maze every year since I was 3. Farmer Dale is a tricky bastard -don’t tell Patton I said that-, but I will not be defeated.”

Virgil laughed softly and turned back to the pamphlet. “What’s the tire tower?” he asked.

“They used old tractor tires to make a play place. It’s mostly for little kids, but we can still check it out,” Remy said. “We’ll definitely go on the hayrack ride and watch the Talking Chicken show. It’s stupid but can be funny.”

“There’s a selfie scavenger hunt,” Virgil told him.

“That must be a new one. We can do it if it looks fun.”

“One of the pictures has to be taken in the corn maze so we might as well do that one.”

“Sure kid,” he said with a smile. “What other pictures would we need?”

“Um, one with the 600-pound pumpkin. A 600-pound pumpkin?!” he asked, his eyes wide.

“Boo, it’s small this year,” Remy said, biting back a smile at the shock on his face.

“Er. One on the hayrack ride, one with food from the corn café.”

“Ah the corn café: full of wonderful food such as corndogs, donuts, and chili cheese fries.”

“Mmm,” Virgil said. “Corndogs are god’s gift to man.”

“See kid, this is why we get along so well,” Remy said, reaching over to punch him softly on the shoulder.

He got a cute little nose scrunching smile in return. “Who’s Dolly the Crow Puncher?”

Remy laughed. “It’s a statue of a woman punching a crow out of midair. There’s a whole weird as hell story about her being a scarecrow who came to life or whatever. You’ll hear about it in the Talking Chicken show, I’m sure. I used to be terrified of her when I was a kid. Mom would have to cover my eyes to get us through the front entrance.”

Virgil laughed a bit. “You’ve been going here a long time, huh.”

“Every year, except when it was closed down that one year after the Onslaught. It’s always been a thing in my family.”

The clever bugger, of course, narrowed right in on that statement. “It’s a family thing?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Remy replied.

“So, um, why are you taking me?” Virgil asked.

Remy glanced at him real quick before turning his eyes back to the road. Well, it had kind of been the point of this excursion, hadn’t it? ‘Course Remy was a coward who’d wanted to bring it up on their way home right before dumping him into Pat’s arms, but he guessed the universe was telling him to do it now. “So, you know how Logan’s prepared for, like, fucking everything right,” he hedged.

“…Yeah?”

“So, like, your adoption papers are about to go through, right? And sure, you’re 16 already, but they wanted to make sure there was stuff in place just in case because, you know, they’re overprotective worrywarts and stuff and you were in the system for so long and they don’t want that to happen again. So yeah, they, um, asked me to be your godfather.”

“Oh.”

“I wanted to ask if that was okay with you before I told them yes.”

“Huh, I’ve never had a regular father before let alone a godfather,” Virgil mused. Well, at least he didn’t seem upset by the concept.

“It’s alright?” Remy asked.

“Yeah,” Virgil answered. “I think it is.” He sat back in his seat. “Two adoptive fathers and a godfather in one go, huh?”

Remy smiled and patted him on the shoulder briefly.

“Anyway, what are we going to do first?” Virgil asked.

“I’d say we eat lunch first and then go through the corn maze. After that, we can grab dessert and watch the Chicken Show and then go see the rest of the pumpkin patch.”

“Sounds good,” Virgil said with a smile.

The corn dogs Remy had bought him had been some of the best Virgil had ever had, much better than the ones at school. He’d also never had apple cider before and had expected it to taste like apple juice, but it was so much better. He honestly could have been content with their day ending there, but Remy cheerfully dragged him over to get tickets for the corn maze.

The man sitting near the entrance to the corn maze was wearing a straw hat with a paper pumpkin taped to it. He smiled wide when he saw Remy. “Remy!” he said. “How’s it going?”

“It’s been alright, Dale. How’re you?”

“Oh, perfectly fine, perfectly fine. It’s the best time of year for me, you know. We’ve got a real tough one for you this year,” the farmer said. “Got a couple of families lost in the pumpkin that had to call us to get them out. We’ve gotten to the point where we’re giving out the free cider and desert to people who get 10 of the 12 markers.”

“Is that a challenge?” Remy asked, eyes narrowed.

“It’s is,” the old man replied, smiling a wide smile.

“Well then, it is a challenge me and pipsqueak over here will overcome!” he said giving Virgil a side hug. “Just you watch us!”

It was hours later when Virgil finally snapped. “I thought you said you were good at this!”

“I am,” Remy defended himself. “You just don’t understand my method.”

“Your method has gotten us completely lost,” Virgil spat. “We’ve been in here for three hours. Give me that map.” He snatched it from him and snapped it open, glaring at Remy. They’d only found 9 out of the 12 markers and Virgil was pretty sure Remy wouldn’t even be able to get them out of the cornfield by this point.

“Getting lost for three hours is half the fun.” Virgil smacked him in the face with the map and then peered at it.

“This way, old man,” Virgil groused, pulling him along. “I’m hungry and I want a free donut.”

Remy chucked and bumped up against Virgil’s shoulder. Despite his agitation, Virgil felt a fond smile form on his face.

They managed to find two more of the markers rather quickly and got a moon and an infinity sign hole punch on their cards.

“Now we just need to find the pumpkin stem,” Virgil said, biting his tongue. “I think we’re in the kid’s hand?”

Remy squinted at the map under his shoulder. “This was the last marker we found,” he said, “and we went down her arm like this and turned left. I think we’re in her thumb.”

“Hm. I think you’re right. So, we’ll have to go all the way down her hand to the pinkie and then up the pumpkin to the stem.”

“Or,” Remy said, “We could just cut across.” He drew a line from the tip of the thumb to the stem.

Virgil narrowed his. “I’m pretty sure people aren’t supposed to do that.”

“They’re also not supposed to break into banks, but some people have done that,” Remy reminded with a cheeky smile.

“Don’t you want to win this the right way and prove you’re actually good at corn mazes?”

“Hmmm,” Remy contemplated it. “Nah.” He ducked under the rope nearby into the rows of corn.”

“Remy,” Virgil hissed as he started to pick his way through the corn. “You’re going to get yourself lost.”

“Nah, I’m going to find myself in the world of corn.”

“What does that even mean?!” Virgil hissed. He sighed and looked down the path. No one else was there. “Why am I the adult in this situation?” he groused as he followed Remy under the rope and through the corn. It wasn’t hard to follow Remy because he made a lot of noise while crunching through the corn and cursing quietly every few steps. They stumbled out in a clearing together after a minute or two.

“Wow, that was a bad idea,” Remy said spitting some type of plant matter out of his mouth.

“I could have told you that before you did it,” Virgil said. “I don’t even know where we are now.”

Remy shrugged. “Trust the process!”

“Your process sucks.”

“This way!” Remy said pulling on him.

They ended up wondering around for another 20 minutes before they finally found the last marker. “See! We made it!” Remy said.

“It would have taken less time to go around the right way,” Virgil hissed.

“You don’t know that.”

Virgil just rolled his eyes and punched a little snowman into his card. He snapped a selfie of himself with Remy in the background trying to get corn husks off his pants. “You’re letting me get us out of here,” he told the man.

“Fine, fine,” Remy conceded. “But don’t blame me when we get lost.”

“We won’t get lost.”

“If you manage to take less than half an hour to get us out of here, I’ll buy you another one of your gross coffees on our way home.”

“Remy it’s 5pm. It’ll be at least 7 by the time we’re driving back to the city.”

“Come on you know you want it.”

“Fine.”

They were out of the corn maze in 20 minutes.

“Yeah, yeah, get the smug look off your face kid,” Remy grumbled while turning in the tickets for apple cider and apple cider donuts.

They ate the donuts while watching the Talking Chicken show and Virgil snapped another selfie with Remy’s face smashed up against his holding up the already half eaten donut and with weird puppet chickens in the background.

After that, they went on the hay rack ride through the pumpkin patch. Virgil took a picture of himself laying on one of the hay bales and then complained loudly about getting hay in his shirt the rest of the time.

They then went to go see and take pictures with some of the other attractions like the huge pumpkin, Dolly (Remy pretended to be terrified of her in the picture which made Virgil laugh until he ached every time he looked at it), and the Tire Tower.

“We got all of the pictures,” Virgil said proudly, waving his phone.

“Nice kid,” Remy said. “It says you get a free pumpkin for that.”

They showed Dale all of the pictures and Dale took him to the buckets of little pumpkins to choose from. He picked a slightly lopsided one about the size of his hand and thanked Dale.

They left the pumpkin patch a little before it closed at 8 and Remy bought them sandwiches and coffee on the way home. It had been a great day, Virgil decided when they pulled into Logan and Patton’s driveway.

Remy returned Patton and Logan’s son with a baby pumpkin, a hoodie full of corn and straw, and a caffeine high at 9:15pm. He’d never been prouder of himself.

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No Sick Days {Moxiety Sick Fic}

Patton wakes up feeling sick, but he has so much to do today, that he can’t take a break. 

Warnings: Sickness, Remus, Deceit, mentions of puke, passing out. (If I missed a warning, let me know please!)

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Patton woke up feeling icky and lightheaded. He felt covered in sweat and his eyes were out of focus more than usual without his glasses on, and his body felt lacking his strength to hold him up properly. However, he had things to do, as all husbands and fathers of three usually do. He had to make Virgil, and the kid's breakfast, take Roman to acting lessons, drop Remus at his friend's house to work on a school project, and offer help for Logan’s science fair project to be ready for Monday. Not to mention to tidy the house and laundry. 

Such a busy man doesn’t have time to lay in bed and sleep. 

He looked at the clock. 6:30. It was a bit earlier than he usually woke up, but he didn’t want to risk falling back asleep. However, he didn’t make it out of the bed, as he was pulled back down gently by Virgil. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, still half asleep, but awake enough. 

“I was going to get a start on the day!” Patton said, making his voice a higher pitch to hide his tired voice. “You can never be too early.”

Virgil rose a brow. “First off, yes you can. And second, it’s way too early to do anything. At least stay in be for another half hour?” Virgil asked, already snuggling close to Patton, burying his head in his chest. 

Patton chuckled lightly at his husband, true love in his eyes. He didn’t want to risk sleeping in, but he couldn’t say no to Virgil and caved in. “Okay, maybe just a few more minutes.”

“Knew you’d stay,” Virgil mumbled, already falling back to sleep again. 

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Patton felt slightly dazed when he felt a cool hand touch his forehead, waking him up. His eyes opened to a worried Virgil standing over him. “Virge?”

“Pat! Are you feeling okay?” 

Patton felt worse than before despite the short nap. He felt generally warmer, and his head hurt more. But seeing the worry on Virgil’s face, he knew that would only worry him to hear. “I feel fine, why?”

“Your burning up. I think you’re coming down with something.” Virgil told. “Maybe you should stay in bed for the day, catch up on some rest and such.”

Patton shook his head, sitting up. He felt his head rush with dizziness, but he ignored it. “I’m fine, Virgil. I probably just overheated with all the blankets we have.” Patton lied easily, making his gut turn in guilt. “I’m fine, promise! Besides, I have lots to do today.” 

“I could he--”

“No no! It’s finally your day off, you rest.” Patton leaned over and kissed Virgil’s forehead. “Relax, hun.” 

Virgil sighed, knowing he couldn’t get past Patton’s stubbornness. “Okay… but you better take it easy!” 

“I will. Now, you go get yourself settled downstairs, I’ll wake the kids and get a start on breakfast.” 

“Heh. have fun with those adorable trainwrecks.” Virge joked, kissing the back of Patton’s hand before leaving for downstairs. Patton finally got out of bed and quickly changed out of his sleepwear. He put on his cat sweater that youngest, Logan, got for his birthday last year, a blue skirt, and blue knee-high cat socks. He felt playful today, despite his terrible headache and sore body. He can be cute anytime he wants, sick or not!

He finished cleaning himself up for heading to the kid's rooms. Roman and Remus shared a room while Logan got one to himself. Roman wanted a room to himself, but Logan had more stuff than he did, with all his books and such, that it would’ve been too difficult to move it all. 

Heading to Logan’s room first, he knocked 3 times, lightly in case he was sleeping still. He didn’t want to startle the child. After a moment, a sleepy 13-year-old Logan opened the door, his glasses crooked on his face. “Good morning, father,” he yawned. “Waking me up for breakfast, I assume?”

“Well, it’s not made yet, but yes!” Patton knelt down to Logan’s height and fixed his glasses. “Did ya spend the night reading again?” 

He nodded. “I read about a book that involved stars and how were made using different chemicals from the Big Bang Theory.” 

“Sounds very interesting, kiddo! How about you get dressed and head downstairs with papa? I’m sure he’d love to hear all about it!” 

Logan nodded, a faint smile on his face. Patton kissed his head and Logan sunk back into his room, gently closing the door. When Patton stood back up, he felt his head rush and lent against the wall for support as the world spun. He felt so lightheaded, but he things to do, and he wouldn’t let this stop him. Giving himself a moment, he walked to the next door over, smiling when he heard voices on the other side of the door. He gave the door and knock before opening it, knowing they wouldn’t hear it. It opened to reveal the two 15-year-olds, Roman and Remus, acting out the scene in Sleeping Beauty, where Prince Phillip fought against Maleficent’s dragon form. Roman was the prince, pointing his wooden sword at Remus, who was Maleficent and who was standing on the top bunk, dressed in a dragon costume. 

“Where is my dear princess, you dragon fiend!?” Roman asked, acting pretty well. 

“Hahaha, as if I’d tell you, you poopy prince!” Remus retorted back, making a face at Roman. “You will never defeat me and my beloved Condom!” Remus then held up a hamster ball with his pet fish, Condom, in it. The fish actually didn’t mind being in there. 

Roman groaned “Urg, Remus, that’s not the line!” 

Remus shrugged and held Condom up to his face. “I don’t really care, Condom liked my performance, anyway.” 

“She’s a fish, Remus! There is no way you could know that.” 

“I feel it. I feel it right here.” Remus pointed to his butt, making Roman roll his eyes.

“You’re disgusting.” 

“And you’re annoying. You and your fish.” 

Roman gasped loudly. “How DARE you insult my dear Disney?! She is a goddess!” 

Patton, although he did enjoy watching them, knew this could go too far and stepped in. “Now now, kiddos. No fighting, okay. Both your fishes are amazing!” 

“DAD!” They both cheer, smiling brightly. 

“Hey, kiddos! Since you’re already dressed, wanna head downstairs while I make breakfast?” 

“Okay.” “Sure,” they said. 

Patton nodded. “Make sure to feed the fishes, as well, before you do.” 

He closed the door just as Logan left his room, dressed in his usual jeans and button-up. However, his tie wasn’t done up yet. “Ah, father, may I borrow you for some assistance? It will only be a moment, I’m sure. I just need help with my tie” 

“Sure thing, kiddo!” He knelt in front of Logan once again and did up Logan’s tie. While he did, Logan suddenly touched his forehead. 

“Father, you seem to have a rise in your temperature. Maybe consider taking a ‘sick day’?”

“No no, I’m okay, just a warm day.” When he finished the tie, he patted Logan’s head and stood up. “Besides, we have to finish your project today, don’t we?” 

Logan’s face lit up, smiling up at Patton. “That’s correct. For the science fair!” 

Patton smiled, feeling a burst of energy. Seeing his kids all happy and upbeat fills him with joy. 

_______

Patton kept that energy all the way through breakfast and clean up afterwards. But he started feeling worse than before as the day went on. It was an hour before he had to take Roman to acting lessons and Remus to Dee’s house. Patton didn’t feel safe enough to drive like this, but he had to do something,

“Ro and Re?” He called. The boys stopped looking at their phones and turned to Patton. “How about we walk instead of me driving? It’s a beautiful day out, let’s enjoy it!” 

When the boys excitedly agreed to walk, they packed up all they need. As they did, Virgil walked up to Patton, who had changed into a cat tank top that matched his sweater. “Pat, you seriously aren’t looking too good. You should really stay at home.”

“Virge, I really am fine. It’s just a warm day. I’m sure a walk will cool me off!” 

Virgil didn’t seem convinced as Patton left with Roman and Remus. Virgil knew Patton tended to lie with things like this, and it annoyed him that Patton couldn’t take time for himself. Virgil felt a small hand holding onto his, he looked down to see Logan holding his hand, a worried look also on his face. Virge held his hand tighter, pulling his son closer. “Yeah, I know, Lo… I’m worried too…” 

_______

The first stop they reached was Dee’s house. Remus ran ahead and rapidly knocked on the door until the annoyed face of Dee appeared. “Remus, must you be so annoying?” 

“Duuuh, it’s my job, Dee-Dee!” Remus giggled as Dee rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever, just get inside. You brought your work, right?” He asked, waving goodbye and closing the door when Remus was inside. 

The next stop was Roman’s theatre. It was a bit further into town, about a half-hour walk. Patton and Roman chatted, but Ro defiantly carried the conversation as Patton was just trying his best to walk straight. 

“Dad, you okay?” Roman asked, concerned.

“I’m fine kiddo, just really hot out,” Patton said, fanning himself to make his lie more believable. It seemed to satisfy him as they made their way. 

When they arrived, Patton gave Roman a big hug as usual. “Have lots of fun, Ro-Ro. You’re gonna do great!”

“I know I will!” He said proudly. “Love you!” He said before running into the building, meeting up with his friends Joan and Talyn. 

As Patton made his way back home, he felt horrid. His body was barely listening to him as he swayed while walking and his mind made the world spin. His stomach felt like it was burning food he didn’t have, which caused his chest to hurt from the heaving he was doing trying to hold back vomit. 

“Uh, gurl-friend?” Patton heard a voice call out. He barely managed to turn, seeing his friend and neighbour, Remy standing there, holding a Starbuck’s as usual. His glasses were slid down his nose a bit so he could get a good look at Pat. “You look like shit.” 

Patton couldn’t even say anything back, because when he tried, he felt like he was about to puke. He held his mouth tight with one hand, the other holding his gut. He felt so lightheaded that everything went white for a second. 

Then he passed out. 

______

When Patton woke up again, he was met with the worried face of his husband, who put a fresh damp cloth on his head. “Virge?”

When Virgil head his husband’s voice, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why do you do this Patton? Why do you push yourself past your limits?” 

“Virgil?” Patton asked, worried.

“You scared me, Patton!” Virgil said, his voice raised. “When Remy called me saying you collapsed, I froze, Pat! I was so scared, scared that you’d pushed yourself to death! I can’t take this Patton! I can’t-- I can’t lose you like that, I can’t lose you! I was so scared Pat…!” Virgil had tears falling rapidly down his face. He grabbed Patton’s hand and held it to his chest tightly. Pat could feel his fast heartbeat. “You have to take care of yourself… Please, please, just… take care of yourself. The world won’t fall apart if you take a break. We can take care of ourselves from time to time. You don't have to push yourself.”

Patton didn’t realize he was crying till Virgil wiped his tears away. Pat pulled Virgil’s hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “I’m sorry, Virge, I’m so sorry… I just, I feel like I’m enough for you all.”

“Pat, you are enough. You are always enough.”

Patton smiled, feeling love swell in his chest. “I love you.” 

“I love you too… We all do.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~

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Glossary

G/t-  aka, these stories contain extreme size differences, which often means some of the characters are borrowers, fairies, giants, etc. Could also include things like characters shrinking or growing.

AO3- Archive Of Our Own, a popular Fanfiction site.

In Progress- I intend to continue this work, although sometimes I forget about all of these wips and reminders are welcome. Some have listed scheduled updates. 

On Hiatus- It’s been a long time since I’ve updated this work and I’m open to coming back to them if somebody asks for more but I don’t plan to write more on my own volition right now.

All of the works are being placed beneath a Read More link for organizational purposes. There are many of them. Enjoy. :)

G/t works- 

Choose Your Tiny- A short choose-your-own-adventure written for an old contest. Linked Here

A Little Lie Couldn’t Hurt- When Patton finds a tiny little guy in the back room of a pet store, he's determined to help. But when he has to continually lie to keep the guy safe, is he really doing more good than harm?Aka, Deceit Sanders is a manipulative lil' tiny who gets what he wants and makes Patton feel terrible. (on Hiatus)

AO3 Link | Part 1  | Part 2  |  Part 3  | Part 4

Infinitesimal!Fins-"So, a mermen AU with the SidesOnly they’re all smol and goldfish-sizedAnd one day they’re captured and placed in a pet storeWithin separate fish tanksUnable to touch one anotherOnly able to watch and witnessAs one by one, they’re sold off to terrifying giant strangers..." Inspired by a prompt by @secretglittersauce (in progress)

AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |Part 7|Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Borrower Analogical-  Two borrowers, Virgil and Logan, have been living together for quite some time when Logan has the unfortunate luck to get caught. Now only time can tell what's in store for our intrepid heroes as Virgil attempts to save his companion. Meanwhile, Roman and Patton cannot get over the joy of finding such a cute mystical creature, and with every day their curiosity only grows. (in progress, updates Mondays)

AO3 Link |  Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Dragged From the Depths- Dr. Picani, Captain Deceit, and Interns Thomas and Remy aren't sure what to make of the strange violet-colored creature that is brought into the lab one day...but perhaps some things are better off untouched.Furious about the disappearance of their brother Virgil, mers Roman, Logan, and Patton are quick to try to jump to his rescue and get their family back together again. (in progress)

AO3 Link |  Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The Injured Fairy-  Summary: Roman the butterfly catcher stumbles upon the most beautiful pair of violet wings he’s ever seen…until he realizes, that’s no butterfly. (complete, sequel coming) 

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Amanda’s Discovery-  A college student who’s always been enchanted by the idea of tiny people is in for a surprise when she discovers four have been living in her dorm room walls. Borrowers Roman, Logan, Virgil, and Patton have been acting as a less-than-functional family ever since their parents left the picture. Featuring youngest brother Patton who cannot wait to go borrowing, Second youngest Virgil who is banned from borrowing ever since his anxiety attacks nearly got them caught, second eldest Logan who questions every rule he has ever been taught, and eldest brother Roman who is just doing his best to keep his brothers in line without murdering them in the process. (in progress, turned into an ask blog)

AO3 Link | LINK TO ASK BLOG

G/t Prompt universes 

Note: All of these universes are based upon prompts that people have sent in. Asks and prompts are always welcome for any of these universes, even if so far the world only consists of one prompt. 

borrower!Thomas in Human!Roman’s apartment-

Pizza Therapy- (complete) Part 1 | Part 2

Human!Virgil on an alien spaceship team- 

An Old Friend

Human!Patton and his borrower!Virgil son- 

You’re Freezing

Humans Virgil and Patton own pet borrowers Logan and Roman (who aren’t happy about it)-

Swordfight 

 Logan’s Escape

Shrinking Sides- Is Roman shrinking or Logan growing?…or both? It seems that when the sides get overwhelmed by emotions, these feelings can get the best of them and cause the sides to change size.

Main Story (in progress)- Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Punk!Logan is a Giant teen who befriends the teen human!Virgil-

Origin Story (complete): Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Logan’s House (in progress): Part 1 | Part 2 

Future Drabble:  Can I sleepover?

Human!Logan is friends with a borrower!Roman-

Dollhouse

Patton hears noises in his walls and discovers a borrower!Virgil-

Main Story (in progress)- Part 1 | Part 2

Patton is imprisoned by Giants after climbing a beanstalk-

Sing me a Song (oneshot)

Logan and Roman are borrowers who live willingly with humans Patton and Virgil-

Practice makes Perfect (complete)- Part 1 | Part 2

Kitchen Intervention (oneshot)

Patton comforts a Giant by the name of Virgil sulking in the woods-

Origins (complete)- Part 1 | Part 2

Giant!Roman is friends with a human!Virgil-

The Party (complete)- Part 1 | Part 2

Let’s Go Somewhere

Giant!Patton lives out in the woods and is friends with a human!Virgil (who in turn is friends with an unsuspecting human!Logan)-

Virgil’s Absence

Borrower!Logan is kept in a cage by Human!Patton-

Caged

Borrower!Logan lives in an apartment building where the other three (Patton, Virgil, and Roman) are humans-

Clever Borrower (Logan escapes his captors)

Comforting Roman (Logan comforts a drunk Roman)

Human!Roman is friends (best friends?) with borrower!Virgil-

Before the Party 

After the Party

Virgil and the Beanstalk- Virgil ends up at the top of the beanstalk where he is kidnapped by Giants Roman, Patton and Logan. Why do they hate humans so much? Will Virgil ever be able to escape? And why did that mysterious snakelike figure give him the beans in the first place?

Main Story (in progress): Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Borrower!Patton is the honorary father of three college students: Roman, Virgil, and Logan-

Logan’s Presentation

Virgil is in a photography class, and he lives with borrowers-

Roman on Camera

Virgil is a human who’s friends with borrower Logan. Little does he know Logan has a twin-

Meet Roman

Roman is a kid who has a ‘pet’ (friend?) tiny named Logan-

School Stowaway

Borrowers Roman and Patton are friends with their humans Virgil and Logan-

Roman’s Birthday (oneshot)

Remy lives in a house where in borrower brothers Logan, Roman, Patton, and Virgil also live-

Discovery (oneshot)

Logan and Patton are giants that adopt a human child named Virgil-

Sick day (oneshot)

Borrowers Deceit and Virgil get caught by a human Patton after Deceit is injured in a lawnmower incident-

Main Story (in progress)- Part 1 

Scientist Roman and his tiny lab rat Logan-

Passing the Burden

Scientists Logan and Virgil observe the new giant captive at their facility-

Thrash All You Want

The Creativitwins, Roman and Remus, are kids who discover a group of fairies (Patton, Logan, Virgil, Deceit) and do not know how to be gentle with their toys-

Play Time

Borrower Roman discovered by a startled Human Logan-

The Coffee Pot Incident

Human Thomas and Giants Roman, Patton, Virgil, Logan in a world where Giants never get colds-

Thomas Gets Sick

Giant!Deceit and Tiny!Remus do not get along-

Flip You Off

Remus is an imp living in Thomas’ house-

Virgil Eavesdrops

Remus is a tiny used as a lab rat in Roman and Logan’s lab-

Eager Subject

Non-G/t works-

Roman’s World Turned Upside Down-  Roman Sanders was used to being in the spotlight, so when the nerdy class president swoops in and steals the lead in "Hamilton" senior year, Roman's world gets turned upside down. Suddenly everyone in the school is fawning over Logan, including Roman's best friend Patton. Roman can’t seem to understand where it all went so wrong, or why the techie Virgil seems to get such a kick out of Roman’s dethroning. (on Hiatus)

AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Left Sides of the Brain-  In the left brain hallway, Logan lived alone. Which was fine, he supposed. Of course, all that changed when Anxiety moved in. Analogical.

Left Brain (complete, right side on hiatus)

The Sanders Games- In the 75th Hunger Games, only one male* tribute is chosen from each of the twelve districts. Watch these twelve children as alliances are formed, bonds are broken, angst ensues, and one by one they all fall at the cruel hands of their peers.After all, there can only be one victor. (in progress, updates Fridays)

AO3 link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Two Boyfriends in One- Roman and Remus share a body. During the day, Roman has control, and at night Remus comes out to play. The only trouble is, they both have different tastes in which Sanders brother to date, and one night when Roman stays over a little too late Virgil becomes the last to know about this situation. 

Virgil Finds Out

To check out a whole bunch of Sanders Sides G/t stories titled “Perspective Series” that I co-write with @arc852​, go to the following blog: @perspective-series​ 

For more of my writings, you can follow my writing blog: @hiddendreamerwriting

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Dance, Dance

Part Three: Fairy God-Patton

Based off this post that you really need to read for context!

Pairings: Analogical and Royality (past sleeplogical)

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Sleep/Remy, Deceit/Dominic, October/Toby, September/Ember

Warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, sexual humor, crude comments, bullying, making out, abusive deceit, mentions of vomiting (just one word), step parents, food mentions, and possibly something else

A/N: hey so i just wrote a ton on this bus ride to a comp so that’s fun so here have some stuff

Tags: @adultmorelikeadolt​ @disneyfanatic77​ @logan-smarter-than-you-sanders​ @punsterterry​ @mycatshuman​ @fluidityandgiggles @sadpunkrat @theunoriginaldaisy

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“Patton, I don’t think I’m going to go to the ball...” Virgil didn’t dare look up from where he was picking away at his nylon tights. He already knew the look that Patton was giving him; he didn’t need to see it.

“What?! Virge, I’ve been working on our dresses for two weeks! You can’t cancel on me the day of!”

“I know, but come on, Pat. It’s Valentine’s day, and we don’t even have dates. It would just be miserable. Guys don’t even know that I exist. At least you’re cute!”

The glare that Patton gave Virgil was hot enough to melt steel. He pushed himself off of his elbows and into a sitting position on Virgil’s bed. “It’s a masquerade! Nobody will know who you are, and you can just flirt with cute guys.”

“Oh my god,” Virgil sighed. “It’s even worse because it’s a masquerade! First of all, you can’t even tell which guys are cute because they’re, you know, wearing a mask.”

“Hush. Let me tell you how this will go. We go to the masquerade ball, and you’ll be able to just be you instead of a fabrication of yourself made by this lame-ass high school hierarchy! Not to mention that you don’t even have to worry about making a fool of yourself because no one will know who you are if you don’t want to reveal your identity. You’ll find some guy who can dance well and looks super hot, and it’ll be--”

Virgil cut him off with a laugh. “Patton, dude, we have got to practice you breathing during rants.”

“Don’t distract me. You’re going to the ball, and that’s final, kiddo.”

“Yeah, righ--shit! I forgot to start cleaning!” Virgil jumped up from his chair and ran out the door.

“Bye!”

“Daddy!” Toby screeched, walking into where Dominic was getting a massage. “We were on our way to get manicures--you know, for the ball?”

“And?”

“And I heard Virgl talking about going to the ball!”

Dominic pushed himself up slightly, looking at his twins. “Oh, no… That won’t do at all.”

“Make him clean my room!” Ember said.

“And my closet! I think something died in there,” added Toby.

“Oh, no. I have a very special place for him to clean…”

“Virgil!”

With a muted groan, Virgil glanced up at Dominic. He was dressed in that stupid yellow bathrobe that he wore after massages, and he had equally ugly slippers on his feet. Virgil fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Next week is the twins’ sixteenth birthday--”

“Wait, didn’t they turn sixteen last year?”

Dominic pursed his lips. “Yes, and they will continue to turn sixteen until I tell them to stop. Anyway, you need to have the menu in order by tomorrow so that I can approve it. Oh, and I’m going out clubbing with what’s-his-face tonight, and it’s my turn to throw the afterparty. We will be back by midnight, so I expect that this house will be absolutely spotless upon my return.”

“Dominic, I’ve cleaned every inch of this place.”

“Oh, no, you haven’t.” Dominic smirked. “You’re going to clean my bedroom. Follow me.”

If he hadn’t promised Patton that he’d stay alive through senior year, Virgil probably would have dropped dead that instant from sheer horror. Slowly, he pushed himself up; his feet numbly moved to follow Dominic up the stairs. In the ten years that he’d been living with Dominic, there hadn’t been a single instance where Virgil had gone into Dominic’s room. This was completely uncharted territory.

And, holy shit, it was awful.

Mounds of clothes in all shapes, sizes, and colors were scattered around the room. Old pizza boxes and take-out containers littered every surface, and, god, there was rancid food just laying on the floor. Natural light wouldn’t even filter through the blinds because they were so coated in dust, and the overhead lamp was barely any better. Virgil didn’t even know if this could be classified as a bedroom--it looked and smelled more like a dump.

“Dominic.” Virgil winced as his voice squeaked. “I’d need heavy equipment to clean this place. For example, a flamethrower and thirty gallons of bleach.”

“Don’t sass me, smarty pants! I can still take away your school privileges, too. You can say goodbye to those trendy little friends of yours. Or, should I say, friend, Mr. Not-So-Popular.” Dominic laughed at his joke and turned to leave, but he slipped on something and stumbled. A fucking fish stick. “Oh, and clean up these fish sticks. They’ve been here since Lent.” The door shut as he exited so violently that dust fluttered down from the ceiling fan like gray snow. Virgil sneezed.

“Gross.” While picking his way to the bed, Virgil examined the room. It was so much more disgusting up close than it was from the doorway. Gingerly, so that he wouldn’t accidentally touch anything that had the possibility of killing him, he sat down and picked up the phone, dialing Patton’s number.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?”

“Pat, I can’t go to the ball. Dominic’s making me clean his room tonight, and there’s no way I’ll get done in time.”

“Oh my god,” Patton’s words were slightly jumbled, and Virgil was pretty sure that he was eating a cookie. “You’re in his lair?!”

“Dude, there are species of bugs in here still unknown to science. It’ll take me days to get this done--not even including whatever hell Dominic puts me through for not getting it all clean tonight.”

“I think I have an idea--” Patton was cut off by a click.

“Hello? Virgil, when I said no phone, I meant the landline, too!”

Virgil panicked, not wanting to bear any more punishment. “Sorry! Pat, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you on Monday.”

The phone slammed down on the dock with far more force than Virgil expected, and he flinched back. Something sticky and wet was suddenly under his hand. Gulping, he looked back and saw melted chocolate all over the silk sheets. Virgil felt lucky that it wasn’t some expired pizza, but it was still not ideal.

With a sigh, Virgil stood up to gather an entire cleaning service worth of supplies.

The doorbell rang at around nine thirty. Virgil had barely made a dent in the mess, and he’d honestly resorted to just throwing everything into garbage bins to burn. Eight of them were full already. Eight.

Virgil opened the door. “Patton! Hey, how are--Patton, please don’t tell me that those are our dresses.”

“Sorry. They are!” Patton smiled unapologetically.

“Dude, I can’t go. End of story.”

“What if I could tell you that you could go to the ball, and the room would be completely clean when you get back?”

Virgil paused, looking quizzically at Patton. “I’d say that you’re amazing, but, Pat, you can’t stay here and clean alone. That wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Patton’s grin widened. “Who said that I was alone?” He stepped out of the way, and three adults came into view. One was tall with purple hair similar to Virgil’s, the next was slightly shorter with a bright orange beanie, and the last was adorably short with colorful hair. “Virgil, meet my cousin’s boyfriend and his friends. They own a cleaning company, and were nice enough to help. Guys, meet Virgil.”

The tall one spoke up, smiling sweetly. “Oh, you’re going to the ball? That’s awesome!”

Virgil nodded as Patton spoke again. “We sure are! Thomas, Joan, and Talyn are going to clean for you. They’re the sweetest, really. Well, they’re super weird, but they’re nice, too.”

The one in the beanie scoffed. “Yeah, as if you aren’t any better! Plus, Thomas is pretty normal.” They nudged the smaller one. “Talyn is pretty weird, though. They don’t really have anything to say otherwise.” Talyn punched Joan on the shoulder in retaliation, but they both laughed.

Virgil smiled as he watched what was happening. As much as it hurt to see such a healthy, family-like dynamic, he was really happy that Patton had such wonderful people in his life. As soon as the bantering died off, he showed the cleaning crew upstairs. Just before he opened the doors to the bedroom, Virgil glanced back. “It’s a mess in there. I’m just warning you now.”

“Oh, that’s alright!” Thomas said. “Our motto is ‘there’s no mess that’s too messy!’”

Virgil shrugged and opened the doors. Bins lined the walls, and most of the mountains of dirty clothes still remained. It looked the same--if not worse--as it did when Virgil had started six hours earlier.

“Holy shmokes. That… That’s too messy, Patton.”

“Thomas, you promised!” Patton threw on his best puppy eyes, and Thomas all but groaned in complacency. “Thanks! I love you!” In a flash, he grabbed Virgil’s hand and sprinted out of the bedroom to Virgil’s room in the pool house.

“Geez, Pat, slow down!”

“I can’t! We’ve got to get ready!” The door to Virgil’s room slammed shut behind them, and with shining eyes, Patton held out one of the clothes bags. “Get dressed. We’re going to that ball.”

Part Four

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Summerville Nights chapter 1!

ok so this is the fanfic based on the prompt by @romantichopelessly.

summary: It was a sunny day in august when the school opened its doors for its first day that school year. 4 kids so terribly different walked into the doors, gazing in awe before getting shoved aside by kids eager to get to class and meet up with friends. Everyone who goes to this school has one heck of a story about it and it’s always legendary. So let’s get into it.

warnings: cursing, piningness? i don’t really think there’s anything else, let me know if there if though.

ships: pre logince, pre moxiety

taglist: @anyay666 @emocinamonroll @noahlovescoffee @voices-and-stardust @treechildoffical if anyone wants to be added to the taglist let me know!

more below the cut

Summerville high school is known as one of the best schools in the US in athletics, curriculum, and even the arts. Its giant too, the size of an average community college campus and many amenities provided are free to any student or alumni. The school has a lot of luxuries by being in a wealthier neighborhood and still being a free access public school. Everyone who goes to this school has one heck of a story about it and it’s always legendary. So, let’s get into it.

It was a sunny day in august when the school opened its doors for its first day that school year. 4 kids so terribly different walked into the doors, gazing in awe before getting shoved aside by kids eager to get to class and meet up with friends. The 4 of them hadn’t been able to tour the campus and the giant pristine halls set them all in shock at the beauty of it all; who knew a high school campus could be actively gorgeous. Virgil Lee was the first to come back to the present, mostly because his older brother Remy was quick to drag him over to freshman orientation. The smaller kid quickly turned and ran forward to the open doors of the huge auditorium. He gave his brother a punch to the arm as a farewell before meeting up with some of his friends in the audience. They spent quite a while just talking about the different sports the school offered; of course, Virgil was the epitome of the high school jock. (not really but don’t tell him that). He wore his jeans hung slightly low, and a purple muscle tee with his middle schools’ mascot across the front, and his jet-black hair fell across his violet eyes gorgeously; his family always did say they were the best thing about him. He had to pause his conversation when he saw a really fucking cute goth boy walk in, he made a mental note to introduce himself later before jumping right back into the midst of his previous conversation.

The next to come to his senses was a tiny frail kid named Logan Sanders. That was because he had been shoved into a wall already, probably for his choice of outfit; a deep blue knee length skirt, a black button up and a matching blue tie, as well as a little teal butterfly hairclip. He scurried away and into the auditorium searching for anyone he knew and running straight for Virgil, his longtime best friend. He was always grateful for Virgil’s awareness, because he could run straight into the other and be lifted up instead of falling over; something extremely important he thinks as he’s barreling toward the jock full speed. Virgil’s grin was wide when he caught the feeling that his nerd was running toward him and spun around to lift the tiny thing up before he bulldozed them both over.

“sup Lo? Haven’t heard from you in like a month, everything been alright?” Virgil questioned softly with a small smirk.

“oh yeah, uh, anxiety hit like a metaphorical truck again, sorry about that. Hey, I already got shoved into a wall today! It is a new record!” Logan’s small smile was quick to fall when Virgil’s face fell, and his hands turned to fists. Maybe he said a bit too much?

“who? Where? I’m gonna kill them how dare they? They need to grow the f-” Logan covered his mouth before he spouted more incriminating words. He gave another weak smile as he pulled his hands away again.

“it is fine! Calm down, I don’t even know if it was on purpose or not, it is okay. Lets just sit down and wait this thing out” Virgil slouched before nodding.

“only for you nerdling”

The next to come to was the same goth boy Virgil saw, the bad boy Patton Fernandez. He had to snap out of it, if anyone saw him smile for long, they’d start asking questions that he was unprepared for and people were already staring. He sauntered into the auditorium with his hood pulled down showing off his dirty blonde hair that faded into pastel blue and his eyebags that were only partially eyeshadow He was surprised he even made it on time today, usually when he’s actually able to sleep, his alarms can’t do shit to wake him from a week of sleep, but here he is, at 7 am on a Monday regretting his decision to not bring his headphones. Granted his mom dropped them off at the office for him, but he couldn’t get them until after orientation and its really loud in there. He’s supposed to meet his best friend though, and he’d suffer far worse for him and to be honest, he already had. All he had to do was wait for his service human and he would be fine. Speaking of which.

Roman Washington was the last to refocus, mostly because he was so tiny no one noticed he was there. He ran into the assembly and made a beeline to his goth friend. He ran into him for a big hug and Patton didn’t even stumble. The boy started jumping in excitement and his giant circle glasses were bouncing just as much. The two of them couldn’t be more dissimilar, Roman was tiny, colorful, and loud but introverted where Patton was tall, dark and gloomy, and quiet but extroverted. When Roman spoke everyone heard, but he didn’t talk much. Patton was rarely heard, but never stopped talking, mostly for his own sanity. Even so, these two have been inseparable since they met.

Roman was about to start ranting to Patton about his weekend but the lights in the room dimmed and the orientation started. Oh well, Roman would be able to tell Patton all about everything when they go home to Patton’s. I mean its his super epic birthday extravaganza and Patton was… pretty much the only one who was invited. It’s not his fault people are scary! Although he once shouted at someone for calling Patton a broody emo because excuse??? Patton isn’t BROODY he’s d e p r e s s e d, and he’s not EMO he’s g o t h and if anybody has an issue, they’re gonna have to get through him first. And his tiny frail body that knows nothing about how to protect himself. Yeah lucky for him most people are scared of the look Patton gives to anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to mess with his friend. In other words, there’s two guys walking over to them and-oh. Roman sees a boy walking towards him and he’s wearing a really cute skirt and a tie? Oh, geez Roman was always a hopeless romantic but geez. He not-so-subtly starts fussing with his bright red sweater vest and fixes the button up underneath it. He pats at his green slacks and is suddenly very aware of how nerdy and awful he looks and wants to disappear. He steps behind Patton and hyperventilates while fussing with his glasses that are far too big for his head suddenly and oh geez oh geez. Patton was having a similar freak out because there’s a really cute guy but he’s obviously a jock and jocks like to torture him and he’s not keen on this happening right now, so he just sits down. He was not ready to punch his poor heart yet.

Virgil had grabbed Logan as soon as the lights dimmed and dragged him over to the cute goth boy because cute boy? Possible friend? Possible more than friend? Yes please. Also, the little nerdy boy with him looked like he was totally Logan’s type and we all know its bros first, so yeah, that’s how he made his way over to the two. Logan was maybe possibly slightly enamored with the boy Virgil pointed out to him. He shouldn’t be, he doesn’t get it, although he’s always been one to fall for darker skinned guys, and holy crap he was so pretty-aesthetically of course-it’s not like Logan finds him attractive or anything, just aesthetically pleasing. His darker skin matched with a white button up and a blood red sweater vest beautifully is all. And him fiddling with his hair and tie was just a fidget he did, not him trying to look nice for the cu-the boy over there. Of course not.

When they got over, they simply sat in the row behind them and chatted quietly together until it was over. Patton was gearing up, getting ready to tell them off as they were leaving, but the jock was offering him a hand up? He took it suspiciously and went reeling at the smirk the guy wore, thinking he was about to be pranked. He drew back quickly before looking around him. All he saw was Roman and this little nerdy kid exchanging shy nerd glances of pining. He immediately fixed the jock with a glare.

“do you have an issue with me kid? What could I have possibly done to heed you waltzing your happy ass all the way over here out of your way?” oh he felt bad for that. He didn’t like being mean, but he has to protect himself. Maybe if he’s intimidating enough, he’ll just leave? Oh, nope he’s smiling now, did he set himself up? Oh, is there a supervisor that just heard him curse out this dude? He didn’t even swear that badly! Shit.

“wow wasn’t expecting that. I do have an issue with you in fact, you are illegally cute, and I was hoping I could possibly befriend you?” oh. Oh no this is worse, gosh his cheeks are bright red now he’s sure of it. He scowls at him before shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“yeah sure thanks for the joke dude real funny I gotta get to class I don’t have time for people poking fun at me right now.” He pulls one arm back out and grabs Roman’s hand and heads off.

“hey, wait!” he pauses for a moment, the voice being new. “um, mr person, my friend isn’t joking with you, I promise. He’s not like that. He’s really nice actually um, and I would also be pleased in befriending you and your friend. If that’s ok with you. Uh, I’m Logan and his name is Virgil.” Patton smirks slightly and turns around. He analyzes the look on the smaller boys’ face before nodding.

“hm. Ok. I’ll believe you for now. Names Patton. This one is Roman. See ya round later, I guess. Virgil, Logan.” And he turned back and continued to class with Roman.

Logan and Virgil were left in awe for a moment before rushing to their class too. Logan kept spouting about how dare he introduce him to a pleasing person and make him feel… things!!! He didn’t even talk at all, but he was figuratively falling for this, this… dark skinned beauty!!! Its not allowed and Virgil was definitely buying him dinner tonight to make up for this entire ordeal thank you very much! Meanwhile Virgil was in stunned silence because geez that Patton guy, oh he’s so cute and feisty and he wants to see that cursed smirk every day now. He hadn’t ever had such fierce desire to know someone, he hadn’t had such a fierce desire to do anything other than sleep. And maybe run on a good day. But he has a goal now at least. He was gonna woo the goth.

The 4 didn’t reunite until after school that day. Logan was seated in the field across from the football practice and was studying already, hoping to get to a comfortable week ahead. He nearly threw his book out of his arms when someone tapped him on the shoulder, but he settled for snapping it shut…on his tie. Great job. He opens it and sets it down before turning to see the two he met earlier. He adjusted his glasses and gives a small smile. Patton was squatting next to him, and Roman was standing a foot or so behind him. Logan went back to his textbook when it seemed like the two weren’t about to start talking. He was paying enough attention to hear the sounds of two backpacks thudding to the ground as well as some footsteps and two people sitting down. As long as they didn’t try to hurt him everything would be fine. They didn’t seem like they had any malice directed at him, so maybe he could focus a bit more on his studies, maybe he could trust them? No definitely not, no way, even Virgil would say it’s a bad idea he bets. Plus, it seems like they’re talking now Logan you might want to listen.

“so, what’re you doing hanging out here dude? You don’t have any extra crap like Vee does?” Logan tilts his head over at Patton who is the one talking, very quietly in fact.

“oh uh, not that start yet. I plan on joining gsa and maybe the debate team? I do not know quite yet, Virgil usually helps me make decisions as I am quite indecisive. Also, he owes me dinner tonight, and as much as I would usually let him off, he said he would take me to Olive Garden and while I logically know its objectively bad Italian food, it is a guilty pleasure of mine that I have been craving. Thus, why I am sitting here studying and waiting for him to be done with practice.” He says rather easily. There’s a beat of silence before Patton speaks again.

“so how long have you two been a thing?” Logan squints in confusion.

“um, I am not quite sure as to what you are talking about? If you are inquiring about our relationship, I cannot quite remember. I think I was about 3?” there is sputtering, and Logan is only even more confused.

“you’ve been dating since you were 3!?!?! Please tell me you’re joking?!” ohhh. Oh, that makes more sense now.

“oh no, I seem to have misunderstood you. Virgil and I are in a completely platonic relationship. We have been friends for that long.” There was a sigh of relief as well as a small giggle that sounded, and the giggle set Logan’s chest into overdrive, gosh that must have been Roman and that was the literal sound that happens when you ascend past this mortal world; pure and hopeful and did Logan just actually die? That’s the only reasonable explanation. Welp he said he platonically loved Virgil before he went to practice so no reason to regret. Wait what’s that voice.

“Pat you should have known, he literally walked over and said you were cute while dragging him along. You’d have to be really silly to drag your boyfriend along to call someone cute! I mean unless you’re poly but most teenagers don’t mess around with polygamy in high school and I dunno, but I told you!” the giggle sounded again, and Logan managed to turn to him in time to see the large toothy smile that broke out on the near charcoal skinned beauty. And yup, Logan was so gone. Virgil owes him dinner for a week now yup that’s what’s happening.

“um, are you ok Logan? Logan? Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?” that pulled him right back.

“what?! No! um, I mean, I’m fine it’s just uh, it’s a bit warm don’t you think, I mean it’s august and I’ve worn dark colors all day its fine I just need to cool down for a sec sorry.” Oh no there went his metaphorical chill. He used contractions! Gosh how could he have done this it’s embarrassing he wanted to be cool and calm and now he looks like a complete imbecile. Of course it was just then that the whistle ending practice sounded. There was shouting and running and suddenly Logan grabbed his bag and started packing hurriedly before standing.

“I uh, I am sorry, but I must be leaving, I hope to see you both tomorrow?” he rushed while trying to remain calm. Of course, the two others stood, and Patton gave a smirk.

“well we might bump into each other tonight. I was actually taking Roman to OG for his birthday dinner tonight as well. Maybe we can hang there, god knows with sports for him and theatre for Ro, it’ll be hard to chill anywhere else. I’ll be sure to book a table for 4.” Oh shit. That cheeky goth just winked. Oh god what does that mean what is he planning what did he just sign up for??? He nods, and waves then bolts to the locker room.

Logan was a regular there, as he had accompanied Virgil to every tryout for the team, so when the guys saw him, they paid no mind. He walked to the hallway directly next to where he knew Virgil was and slid to the floor, covering his face and pushing his glasses up to rest on his head. Virgil peeked his head around and snickered softly as he rushed to finish getting ready. When he was finished, he tapped Logan on the shoulder and they started on their way.

“I might have accidentally signed us up for something and I need you to promise not to yell because its freaking me out too and you yelling would make it worse ok? And I know you don’t yell at me but yelling in general might cause a panic attack right now” Logan blurted out while they were walking. He is acutely ware of the fact that he’s fidgeting with his tie but he’s nervous ok? Cut him some slack! Virgil glances over to him with a curious look as well as a promise in his eyes. They’ve learned to communicate without words after as long as they’ve been friends.

“well uh, you know how we are going to Olive Garden? Well apparently Patton and Roman were going too and Patton said he was going to get us a table for 4 and I sort of want to just go home and curl up in a ball but also like Roman’s voice is so nice and his giggle is like literal angel bells Virgil, his giggle is the sound that you hear after you die and I cannot handle it Virgil what have you done I knew I was gay but this is a lot and I don’t know what to do Virgil what do I do?” Virgil had to set his hand on Logan’s shoulder to help ground the now panicking boy. After taking a deep breath and calming down a bit he looks over to see Virgil with a small smile on his face. He takes his hand off his shoulder as he speaks.

“first off dude, I wouldn’t yell at you or near you if I have the choice, you know me I hate losing my temper. Secondly, that’s pretty cool! I did wanna hang out with them more they seem really interesting. Thirdly, it seems like you’ve found your dream guy lo. I’m glad I could drag you headfirst into your destiny. Just be yourself and everything will be fine. Plus, the kid looks like head over heels for you too. So just relax and go with the flow. You’ve got this.”

They both gave each other a look of confidence and a nod as they headed to the dreaded Olive Garden meet up. Will they survive? Maybe. Will they realize just how totally gay they are for the goth and the nerd? Most definitely. But the only way to know is to stay tuned!

thank you for reading!!!