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the mist settled ( moxiety )

This is more of a... very long drabble. I didn’t mean for it to get so long I was just testing my writing style cause I got inspired by a book. Haven’t written in ages so if it’s funky please tell me :]

Rating: PG

Characters: Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders

Words: 1,154

Warnings: some self doubt, not insanely romantic but they do kiss, mentions of polymary, mention of analogical

Pairing: Moxiety! first time writing it, tell me if I did any good

Summary: Virgil comes to pick Patton up from work and Patton finally musters up some courage.

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It was a foggy crisp night. Patton stood outside in his fluffy uniform skirt and apron, pencil still tucked behind chestnut colored hair from his earlier shift. He sighed and looked out towards the road near the diner. He could see the bright lights of Virgil’s deep dark purple Camry coming towards him and if he strained his ears hard enough, he could hear the faint notes of the Be More Chill album as much as Virgil liked to deny he listened to musicals that often. Patton knew that once he touched the car those faraway notes would dissipate and the music would melt into Brendan Urie and the occasional rare Lizzo song. The thought of Virgil not being comfortable with sharing his true tastes of music with Patton was disconcerting and made Patton shiver a bit more in the chilly night air.

The sky was completely black with no stars. The fog rolled in from the hills and looked palpable, like one could run their fingers through it like some kind of wool. Virgil’s wheels made a soft crunching noise against the gravel, grounding Patton away from his introspections and back to the present time where Virgil was getting out of the car in a big puffy coat, sweatpants, and an unmatching sweatshirt. He seemed to not be wearing socks either, and it being compared to Patton’s neat and tidy appearance they were a sight to behold. Patton found himself smitten.

And wasn’t that just the problem at its very core? Patton’s immature feelings, his uncontrolled sighs and imaginings of holding hands and kissing foreheads. He was in - not love, not yet - he was hardcore crushing on his best friend. Now, they both liked men. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was Patton was 100% sure that Virgil had a crush on Logan and Patton was 100% uncertain if Virgil was any type of poly or if this simply wouldn’t work out. But looking at Virgil’s face take on a soft pink tint as his eyes landed on Patton’s skirt and exposed legs, Patton decided to throw caution to the wind. Virgil was interested. Patton was very interested. And Virgil was coming closer… Wait a minute…

Virgil came close, grabbing Patton’s hands and pulling them close to his chest.

“Hey, Pat.” He said, and his eyes glimmered with beautiful familiarity and perhaps an ounce of love.

“Hey, Virge!” Patton said with enthusiasm. Tonight was the night and there was no way he was sending Virgil mixed signals by pretending to not be anything short of enthused to see him. Virgil returned Patton’s smile with a small one of his own.

“How was your shift?” He asked, still cradling Patton’s hands and therefore making it hard to think.

“Pretty good,” Patton forced out, cheeks a ruddy red. “Jenny came back tonight and showed me more pictures of her newborn!”

“Sounds great,” Virgil said, then his small smile widened into something playful. “... Any leftovers?” Patton nodded happily and released his hands from Virgil’s gentle hold to grab the bag sitting next to him on the floor.

“Four beignets with the housemade jam, a couple wings, and two slices of sausage pizza!” He said and proudly held out his gifts to Virgil. And ah, there it was. That flash of something lovely in his eyes, that softening of his smile and relaxation of his posture.

“God, Pat. This is amazing. We’ll be eating good tonight, huh? What movie should we watch to this scrumdiddlyumptious food?”

Virgil must have used a Roahl Dahl word on purpose, to entice Patton to the movie night(as if he could say no anyways).

“Hmm. How about Winnie the Pooh? Or Shrek 2?” Patton suggested. Virgil laughed.

“Those are two very different movies, Pat. But somehow, I think they’d work together. Good idea.” Another smile. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Wait-” Patton stopped Virgil from turning around, a hand on his sleeve. “I have something to tell you.”

Virgil turned back so he was facing Patton and his eyes betrayed his anxiety. Patton hated that look on him so he decided to do this quick. It’ll be just like ripping off a bandaid.

“I… I have a crush on you, Virgil!” He borderline yelled. His cheeks easily filled in with a sweet red and warmed his face in the dewey darkness of the night. Virgil’s face did the same and his face was nothing short of shocked.

“Are you serious?” Virgil asked, and Patton’s heart sunk. “Wh-what? Why me? I’m so- I just..!”

Virgil took a moment to rub his hands over his face before placing them clasped in front of him. “Patton. You could do so much better than me. I’m like, one piece of worthless gravel to your Mount Rushmore. I’m like the Adam Sandler to your Dawnye “The Rock” Johnson. The Cromwell to your Wednesday Addams! You’re too perfect to be with me!”

Patton slapped his hands to Virgil’s cheeks, snapping him out of it. “Virgil! Be quiet! You are none of those things and it should do you very well to never think like that again, you hear me? I’m not perfect, not by a long shot, kiddo. And nobody is. Everyone knows the only truly perfect beings are puppies and kitties!”

Virgil snorted at that, “Pat, what-” but Patton wasn’t finished.

“In my imperfect eyes, you’re the one for me. The only one for me. When I’m around you, I feel like I need to wipe my glasses off constantly because my face steams up so often! When you play the guitar for me, I practically die on the spot because I think, maybe, just maybe. This song is about me. Virgil, I-” Patton gets cut off my the feeling of chapped lips on his and the mist seems to stop its slow descent downwards. Patton’s hands slid down to Virgil’s shoulders and Virgil’s moved to Patton’s cheeks. The kiss was soft and slow and both of their faces were wet from fog but neither of them cared. The car very well could have burst into flames and Patton would insist on a few more seconds to kiss Virgil before addressing the situation. Virgil’s lips traveled over his in an intoxicating mix of just enough pressure and then not enough. They parted for air and then immediately dived back in with more open mouthed presses of lips, and Patton sighed when Virgil drew away. His lips were kind of red and swollen and Patton wanted to kiss him even more. The mist settled, landed on Virgil’s nose and Patton’s exposed legs. Patton shivered, and Virgil’s nose twitched.

“How about we… go back home and continue this there with some Shrek 2?” Virgil asked, rather shyly.

“Yeah, of course! Of course.”

And with hands intertwined they navigated the way back to the car and managed to only give chaste kisses across the seats as they made their way home.