Platonic Moxiety - Tumblr Posts

Part 1/2

Pairing: Dukexiety, mentioned moceit and intrulogical Words: 1993 Genre: heavy angst (self deprecation, feeling unlovable, heart break), mentions of smut, mentions of foot

“Oh emo~” Virgil spun around, noticing Remus has managed to get into his room without alerting him. “There you are.” He started walking forward but Virgil jumped back.

“Remus? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, emo, don’t be act like a deer hit by a car, we’re friends, so of course I’ll wanna check in!” There was a glint in eyes, and something told Virgil he should run. Another pat of him didn’t want to.

“F-friends?” This didn’t make sense. Remus should hate him. He was so... “But I was so mean, I left and-”

“Water under the bridge.”

“No Remus, please, I should apologise, I was going to-”

“Virgie-”

“I’m so sorry, I was so scared they’d hate me-”

“Virge-”

“I thought if they liked me, then they’d warm up to you-”

“Virgil!” The dark cloud that had begun to form around the anxious side slowly began to fade away. He looked up, tears streaming down his face, ruining his eyeshadow. “Water under the bridge.”

“I don’t deserve that, though,” Virgil said. Remus opened his mouth, but Virgil put up his hands. “I need to apologise. Properly.” He took a shaky breath, wiping his eyes with his hoodie. “I am sorry. I was so mean to you and Janus. There’s no excuse, and I would completely understand if neither of you spoke to me again. There’s no changing what I said and did, I know that.” He takes another deep breath. “I was desperate to fit in and I let their opinions cloud mine. I’m sorry.” Remus was quiet, uncharacteristically so. He moved over closer to Virgil again, and this time the anxious side didn’t jump back.

“Water under the bridge.” He was getting closer and the glint in his eyes was spreading. “Tickle me emo, let’s say I was mad at you, do you think I would be here?” Virgil shook his head, unable to form a single sentence. “You’ve been so stressed, I’ve noticed. Now that Thomas had... reluctantly accepted me as part of his mind, I think it’s time we had a chat.”

“Chat?”

“As your aware, Roman’s creativity is a lot more, PG13 than mine,” Remus said. “Ya know, unicorns and dragons, mine, however,” A grin was spreading over his face. He was in Virgil’s personal space now. Virgil tried to take a step back, but we met with the wall. “Is a little more, 18 and over. You know, I’m more of the kinky one.” Virgil gulped. “And I’ve noticed none of you really like to, what’s the word? Indulge yourselves, you especially, little emo.”

“Remus-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not here to judge.” His arms were on either side of Virgil’s head, caging him. “You always seem so pent up and stressed. It worries everyone because, when you relax, Thomas does too. The others tend to let you de-stress by yourself, but that hasn’t been working, has it?” Virgil felt he should lie and shake his head but the look in Remus’ eyes today him that he could see right through him. He nodded. “Then, I thought, maybe I can help?” Virgil’s breath caught in his throat. No matter how many times he imagined a situation like this, he still didn’t understand how it could be happening.

For as long as he remembered, it’s always been Remus. Ever since he first met him, after the split. Yes, he terrified the life out of him, but he listened. He always knew how to read Virgil like no one else could, and that both terrified him and interested him. 

But then he’d left. He’s said horrible things because he was scared and stupid, begging for approval. He’d hurt Remus. Yet here he was, caging Virgil him, forcing him to come face to face with his feelings.

“R-Remus...” His voice was so soft and strained, and his face was red. “I don’t know... I don’t know what you-”

“Oh, I think you do.” Virgil felt Remus’ knee nudge between his legs and Virgil panted. Holy fuck. “I think you know exactly what I’m trying to say.” Virgil found himself nodding, his eyes fluttering closed, head fallen back. “Ah ah, I need you to look at me.” A hand on his chin brought his face back down, his eyes locking with Remus’. “I need an answer.” At his silence, Remus moved to his neck, sucking, and biting gently.

“Maybe... maybe we shouldn’t do- fuck, rem...”

“Tell me to go.” Their eyes met. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll leave.” Virgil blinked.

“I...” He panted as he shifted, feeling Remus’ leg between his. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“Tell you that.”

“And why is that.” It would be a lie. Remus was smirking. “So, is that a yes?”

“Yes.” Remus smirked, leaning in and their lips mushed together. Virgil’s heart was pounding. He was becoming a tad overwhelmed but he would rather die than stop this. After years of pining, Remus was kissing him, and holding his and- 

He broke the kiss to pant as Remus moved his leg. The side smirked.

“C’mon emo, let’s go lie down.” Virgil only nodded, following Remus’ lead and lying down. Remus climbed on top of him. “You still look so nerveous. Do you want to back out?” ‘This is your chance to say no.’ But he didn’t want to.

“N-no- I just...” Virgil groaned as Remus’ lips resumed their exploration. “I want this.” Remus’ face reappeared, a wolfish grin on his face.

“Good, little emo.” Their lips met in a soft, quick kiss. “Very good.”

Virgil woke up alone. This didn’t hurt (he swears he didn’t), Remus was a busy person, dammit. Despite how hard he tried, Virgil couldn’t avoid the dumb smile that split his face. Remus. He had... Did this mean he liked him? For once, Virgil’s mind wasn’t plagued by anxiety. For once, the crushing pain on his chest lifted. 

“Hey Virge?” Patton knocked on his door. “You up?” Virgil, realising he was still naked (no, he did not blush {he did}) and quickly grabbed a shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Yeah, popstar, give me two seconds, I’m changing!” He grabbed his hoodie and his jeans and put them on quickly. He moved over to the door, swinging it open with a small smile. “Hey.” Patton smiled, holding up two plates.

“Everyone seems to have disappeared, so I was just coming round to see if you wanted to have dinner with me?” Virgil nodded. 

“’course. Here or..?”

“I figured we could use the communal area, as long as we don’t spill it on the couch, Lo won’t know,” Patton said, giggling. The two synced out and synced back into the common room. “Movie?”

“Oh, hell yeah. We haven’t hung out in a while; we should make an evening of it.” Patton smiled so wide, cause Virgil to chuckle. 

“Black Cauldron?” Virgil nodded at the two snuggled down. Midway through the movie, after the plates were pushed aside, Virgil glanced over at Patton, smiling. He blinked and for a second, he could’ve sworn he saw Janus, not Patton. He blinked, returning his eyes to his lap as a shame seemed to creep over him. The things he’d said and done to Janus... He moved his gaze from lap to the Tv. He would apologise, and maybe, just maybe, the other side would forgive him

The movie night ended later than expected. After Black Cauldron, they decided on Toy Story (Patton cried), then Brave (Virgil spoke in a Scottish accent until Patton cried laughing) and finally Moana (Virgil cried a little bit). It was late and Virgil knew he had to go to sleep. He had been hoping Remus would show up, but he knows he can’t get overly dependent on the creative side, it wouldn’t be healthy. So, he simply decided he would talk to him tomorrow. As they were retreating to their rooms, Patton pat him on the shoulder.

“I just wanted to say that I’m glad you seem a bit more relaxed-” (Virgil willed himself not to blush because he did not want to explain that) “- but I wanted to let you know that if you ever need me, I’m here to talk.” Virgil nodded. Patton smiled, beginning to walk away.

“Hey Pat?” Patton turned around. “You and Janus are... a thing, right?” Patton tensed slightly, preparing himself for where this might go. “I just... god that sounds condescending. I wanted to tell you that...” Virgil took a deep breath, taking Patton’s outstretched hands, squeezing them slightly. “I wanted to let you know that I’m really happy for you.” Patton’s eyes filled with tears and even Virgil couldn’t resist pulling him into a hug. It was warm and sweet.

“I- Thank you, Virgil!” Virgil smiled.

“It’s the least I can do, Popstar.”

The next morning, Virgil felt like a man on a mission. He would find Remus and they would talk about... that night. He got dressed, put on his make up before heading to the common room. Logan was already there, reading a book. Virgil smiled at him before going to get a cup of coffee.

“You’re up unusually early, Virgil,” Logan said. “Did you actually wake up early or did you never go to sleep?”

“Nah, I slept, I’ve just got something I needed to do today, so I guess I couldn’t sleep in.”

“Oh, something important? If so maybe talking to someone or, as the ‘youths’ would put it, spilling the tea, might help you come up with a plan to achieve said mission.” Virgil chuckled at him slightly before going over to the couch, carrying a mug for himself and Logan.

“Uh, I wanted to talk to Remus actually. I slept in late yesterday, so I didn’t see him. I was just gonna ask him something,” Virgil said.

“if knowing his location helps, he is in my room.” Virgil choked on his coffee. “Or at least, he was when I awoke.”

“Sorry,” Virgil said, coughing and wiping up the spilt coffee. “Did he sleep over...? I didn’t realise you were that close of friends.”

“Well, we’re all factors of Thomas’ mind. He said I needed to relax, which honestly was a little rude,” Logan said and alarm bells started going off in Virgil’s head. “So we, uhm, had intercourse.”

Sometimes, there’s moments where you can actually feel everything crashing around you. All the ideas and notions, crashing and shattering. Like a broken mirror, or a broken heart. 

Logan’s mouth was moving but Virgil couldn’t hear him and he was beginning to blur due to the tears in his eyes.

‘I’m so stupid.’ Virgil couldn’t move. He couldn’t feel his limbs. ‘I’m so stupid. Why would he ever... Of course, he didn’t like me. He was just taking one for the team.’

“Virgil, why are you crying? Has something happened or are you experiencing a panic attack?” He could hear more voices, as more people came into the room, but he couldn’t decipher one from the other.

‘I’m so pathetic. Why are you surprised? of course he doesn’t like you. He barely tolerates you. You are-’

“What’s got the emo so upset?” Virgil’s eyes, almost subconsciously, locked with Remus’. There was no glint, no warmth. They were just eyes. He never realised just how stupid he could be. 

Without a word and without explanation, he sunk out, his mug slipping out of his hand and smashing to the ground. He moved to his room, closing the door, and locking it, letting the tears fall. The dark cloud was surrounding him. He deserved this. He moved to his bed, ignoring the knocking at the shouting. He sobbed, letting all of his emotions out.

Of course, Remus would never love him. He was too emotional. He was too anxious. And he had hurt Remus. He didn’t deserve it. 

Lying in his bed, his pillow wet with tears and snot, he realised that he was just unlovable.

PART 2 IS HERE

Sorry sorry I hate to tread on your amazing idea, but I got inspired and wanted to write something for it! :D

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“Pat?” Virgil’s voice was soft, his eyes wide and confused. Patton could feel himself ripping in two even as he looked at the other side, too ashamed of his past actions to respond. Virgil glanced down to the floor. He bit his lip.

“Patton?” Now Roman spoke, and unlike Virgil, his voice was guarded, his tone sharp. “What did you just say?” The creative side looked down on the man he thought was his friend, and Patton could feel tears prick in the corners of his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered. “I would never mean to hurt you.” Patton wouldn’t make eye contact with either of them, shakily fiddiling with his glasses.

“I don’t understand why you all are are so confused,” Logan said, though even his voice carried a twinge or sadness in it. “He already told us that he was the one to push the others away.” Logan paused, closing his eyes for only a moment before regaining his composure. “Deciet, Remus, and... Virgil.”

Virgil wouldn’t look up from the ground, now chewing nervously on his fingernail.

“Kiddo?” Patton asked desperately, voice cracking with emotion and barely more than a whisper. “I didn’t mean to. You believe me, right? We’re the bestest most dynamicest duo, right?”

Virgil still wouldn’t look at him. When he finally spoke once more, his voice was charged with something akin to wistfulness. “When Thomas was a teenager, I really started to hold some sway over his actions, maybe moreso than any of you. It was a huge responsibility, and I tried to manage it accordingly. At the time, I felt as though I was doing what was best for Thomas, keeping him safe. And everyone hated me for it.” Virgil’s tone had turned sour. “I never understood that part. I was just trying to help, just doing what I was supposed to do. And everyone pushed me away for it. So I pushed back. I was confused as to why anyone would try to silence me, and I grew bitter. I struggled so hard to get out of that endless loop of hatred and loathing.” Virgil let out a humorless laugh. “It’s good to know that the ones who pushed me away are, deep down, no better than me.”

Patton let out a little, choked sounding sob.

Virgil looked up then, making direct eye contact with Patton. “Trying to force my way back to you was the worst decision I’ve ever made.” Virgil bit his lip again, pain clear on his face.

Patton inhaled, his whole body shuttering, the tears in his eyes threatening to overflow. He couldn’t even bring himself to call out for Virgil one last time.

“Virgil, wait-“ Logan tried, and then Virgil was gone. He didn’t sink out, he was just gone. And Patton could feel the hole in his heart growing.

Roman spoke up then. “He’s right, you know.”

Patton whirled around to face the creative side.

“When Thomas was young, no older than five or six, Remus was always there with me. When I was sad, he would comfort me. When he was in trouble, I would cover for him. We were inseparable.” It was Roman’s turn to laugh, though it came out more a mockery of a laugh than anything else. “Well... we were inseparable. Clearly we were quite separable by the time you started to dictate who was or wasn’t good for Thomas.” Roman shook his head. “You’re no better than the monsters you made them out to be. I’m done with this conversation.”

Very slowly, Roman sunk down, clearly repressed tears beginning to fall.

And Patton stood there, torn almost to shreds, tears falling freely down his face. Very slowly, he turned to face Logan, who remained emotionless. “Lo?” He whispered.

“Ah, Patton.” Logan was inspecting a speck of dust on his shirt. “I- I think I should just leave right now. It would be the... ah, logical thing to do.”

Patton nodded, more to himself than Logan, as Logan hastily sank out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Patton collapsed to the ground. Tears dripped from his cheeks to the floor. His shaky breathing seemed to fill the room, a terrifying crescendo of all of his wrongdoings.

And so Patton sat there, and he sobbed.

Please don’t leave me.

I just wanted what was best for Thomas.

More tears hit the floor. Drip, drop. Drip, drop.

just imagine it comes out that Patton (even if unintentional) was responsible for separating the dark and light sides. Like IMAGINE the angst especially with Virgil and Patton’s relationship and then Remus and Roman probably missing so much time together

Wait but what if...

Every time a Dark Side shows up a Light Side just takes them under their wing.

“But I’m eEeviIil~...”

“Nope, your my best buddy now! Just deal with it.~”

Because Patton totally protected and loved the heck out of Virgil, and now Virgil totally favors him over the others (though he still loves the others of course).

And now Roman seems closer to Deceit than any of the others... (Here’s hoping they become dramatic theater nerd buds yo.)

So if that’s the case, then does that mean Logan’s next? What type of Dark Side could he be close too???

 (I’m so excited man please let this be true. Let’s Steven Universe friendship our way through everything lmao.)

Sanders Ships as Vines Part 6

More Sanders Sides ships as vines. These are the oddballs I didn’t have enough of to make their own separate posts.

Royality w/ Prinxiety:

P- * is coming out of Virgil's room *

R- * holding up a "Will you go to the ball with me?" sign *

P- Oh my god, yes!

R- N-no, tell your "son", Virgil...

P- Oh, okay! * leans back into the room * Virgie, I'm going to a ball with Roman!!!

V- * calls out * You two have fun or whatever.

Platonic Moxiety w/ Logicality:

* at a teacher parent conference *

V- Dad, this is Mr. Logan.

L- * reaching hand out to shake * Nice to meet you, Mr. Patton.

P- Please, just call me Daddy.

L- Wha- No.

Logince 1:

* laying in Roman's palace garden at night *

R- I just like to look up at the starts and wonder what it all means, you know?

L- Well, you at least got that right- * looks up at where Roman's spelled out "Wanna make out?" in the stars *

R- * smirks and winks at him *

L- * starts awkwardly scooting further away on the picnic blanket *

Logince 2:

R- * appears in Logan's room * Hey~

L- Why did you dim the lights??

R- To save power! Duh~

L- Oh...

L- Wait, we don-

R- And I wanna suck your dick.~

How the Sides React to Patton Blowing Them a Kiss:

Logan: * catches it on pure reflex but then stares at it confusedly *

Virgil: * catches it and puts it on his cheek * Thanks Pat, I needed that.

Roman: * catches it, puts it on his hand, then blows one back * Same to you, fair Patton!

Deceit: * catches it then drops it to the floor * Yes, thank you.

Remus: * catches it and eats it * Thankies and samesies! * rips off his lips and throws them at him *

Oh my god this is beautiful thank you.

I never pictured this song for them before but wowwww!!!!

The finished version of my rough WIP i posted a few days ago! I just really like this song and Virgil and Patton are my boys

A small thing that is avalible on Youtube. Link: https://youtu.be/YqAMTR79WdY

Five times Virgil sat on a surface not meant for sitting (and one time he didn’t) pt 5/6

Rating: gen

Word count: 437

Pairings: none

Warnings: none

5. Patton

Naps are nice. Patton loves naps. He loves napping in his room, surrounded by Thomas’ fondest memories and piles upon piles of stuffed animals. He loves napping in the fields of the imagination, surrounded by fresh air and sunlight. And he especially loves napping in the common room, all his kiddos around him, quietly spending time together.

When Patton fell asleep today, Logan had been quietly reading on the other side of the sectional. It’s always a toss up whether or not Logan will still be reading when Patton wakes up, but Patton doesn’t mind, his kiddo is busy with his own things to do.

There is something different when he wakes up, he can tell without even opening his eyes. It takes him a moment to place it, mostly because he’s always a little groggy after a nap, but eventually, he realizes that there’s a weight over his legs.

It’s not a light weight, like a blanket or a puppy, but it’s also not so heavy that it’s hurting him. It’s like a nice medium weight.

Finally ready to truly relinquish his nap, Patton opens his eyes to find Virgil, sitting on his lap, playing some sort of game on his phone.

“G’morning, kiddo,” Patton yawns, sitting up carefully so as not to dislodge the other Side.

“Oh, hey Pat,” Virgil stuffs his phone in his pocket and gives Patton a smile. “It’s not morning, it’s almost 3 pm.”

“But when did you wake up?”

“Uuuuummmm…” Virgil suddenly finds the staircase very interesting.

“Then that makes it morning!” Patton declares. “Would you like some pancakes?”

“Shouldn’t it be Pat-cakes?” Virgil smirks.

Patton’s delighted gasp is all the warning Virgil gets before he’s pulled into the tightest hug Patton can manage.

“I’m going to make you Pat-cakes!” Patton declares. “Pat-cakes are going to be like pancakes, but they have blueberries and chocolate and strawberries all at once!”

Patton stands, taking Virgil with him, and makes his way to the kitchen. Virgil lets out a startled hiss, quickly scrambling to get his arms and legs wrapped around Patton, less the other Side accidentally drops him.

Once in the kitchen, Patton deposits Virgil on the counter, and begins mixing batter for his new signature dish. “These are going to be my berry best creation!” *gasp* “and cinnamon! And banana!”

Virgil chuckles, knowing full well that whatever Patton serves him is either going to be the best thing he’s ever had in his life, or completely inedible. There is no middle ground here.

“And covered in peanut butter and whipped cream!”

Either way, it’s going to be an interesting meal.

~~~END~~~

[Janus], [Logan], [Roman]. [Remus], •, [Thomas]

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A/N: Ahhh this is really really late and I’ve had this written forever and a day now but once again haven’t gotten around to editing it so yyyeeeaaahhhhh….sorry XD Also I wanna do more of kid Virgil and maybe Roman trying to fix his past mistakes with V??? So if you guys want that let me know!! 

Part one: https://ravens-rambling.tumblr.com/post/181799921613/sleepy

WC: 4,033

ships: Platonic Moxiety

warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Panic Attack, Implied Child Abuse, mentions of Deceit, Deaged Character, Mentions of violence, Crying, Abusive Deceit

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The young boys’ purple eyes slowly blinked open as he woke up. The first thing he noticed was that he was holding something. He blinked down to see a purple cat stuffed animal against his chest, it was almost the size of his entire torso if you count the tail. Then he blinked at it more confusion clear across his young face.

To his knowledge, he doesn’t remember having one of these in his room. The only stuffed animal being that black cat face that he snuggles up to when he’s nervous. But not this??

Then he heard movement behind him and he sucked in his breath. The yellow man got him, didn’t he? He’s going to get hurt he’s going to die, he’s going to-

“Virge? You up sweetie?”

Wait… That didn’t sound like him…

Memories of what happened last night came rushing to him. The hug. The nice blue man what’s his name… Morality right? And falling asleep in his arms…

That made the child blush in embarrassment. And maybe anger of himself. He shouldn’t have done that. Now he properly owns him a favor for taking that comfort from him. Or now he’s trapped here. Will he let him leave? No, that’ll be impossible why would he just let him walk out of this without any bleeding or bruising? He’s only kidding himself.

“I can see your eyes moving kiddo. It’s okay. I’m here. I promised I won’t leave right?”

Virgil’s body tensed up and he closed his eyes. Stupid stupid stupid.

“Come here, my sweetie pie I’ve got you.”

He heard more movement from behind him and tensed up even more. His body hugged the pillow tighter as he curled up into a ball expecting a blow. When he didn’t get any pain for a bit he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see…the man had his arms open and had a wobbly smile.

Wait… This is what he did last night right? He is asking for a hug…right?

That actually sounds great right now…

But should he? He might have to do another favor and he properly has a million stacked up by now…

But his heart ached for this so-called ‘hug’ he wanted that warmth back. He wanted that comfort back.

So with a very shaky breath and limbs, he slowly inched his way forward keeping a very close eye to the man’s arms and eyes in case he suddenly attacks him. When his face got up against the other’s shirt, feeling the calm cool fabric of the other’s onesie against his cheek, he smiled faintly. This does feel nice…

His body jerked in surprise when he felt the other arms wrap around him. He’s trapped now. He’s going to get hurt. His breath started picking up as he tried to get out. His lips parted open as whines came up from his throat.

“Shshs it’s okay it’s okay. There no arms see? I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. There you go keep breathing it’s all going to be okay.”

The arms left his frame and his breath shuttered in relief. His body slumped up against the others and he smiled lightly as he calmed down. This really did feel nice though the back of his mind screamed at him to run and get away from him as fast as he could.

“Would you like me to rub your back, kiddo?”

Rub? Rub his back? What will that do? That didn’t sound painful… He couldn’t say no though right? Well, he’s been okay so far…

Slowly he nodded though he sucked in a breath and clenched his hands on his shirt as if expecting something to happen. When the hand landed on his back he started shaking slightly.

That was until the hand applied slight pressure on his back, it started going in faint circles. And it made him feel…safe? Happy? Comforted? He’s not sure what the word is, to be honest.

All he knew was that it felt divine. His body leaned into the touch and he even found himself purring slightly as he cuddled harder into the chest.

“There you go, Virge. I’ll protect you I promise.” He felt…something lightly graces his forehead. It was soft and…cold? His eyes blinked open and he looked up to the other to see him smiling down at him. He looked happy, delighted even, though there were tears in his eyes?

Why was the man crying?

He’s never seen anybody else cry before… He didn’t know what to do…When he cries around others it normally ends in pain why would somebody dare cry in front of him?

“W-Why…crying?”

The man blinked as if in shock then chuckled, “Why, kiddo, I’m just glad you trust me enough to hold you is all. You are such adorable kiddo has anyone ever told you that?”

Adorable?…. Wha??

He shook his head.

The man leaned forward and pressed his lips against his nose then pulled back, “Well I’m going to keep telling you that then! You are the cutest thing ever sweetie pie!”

Virgil blinked than looked down at his nose. What did he just do to him? It wasn’t painful that he was certain he felt a certain…happiness in his chest at that touch? He looked up to the other in confusion.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never been kissed before?”

“K-Kissed…? What’s… What’s that?”

The tears came back in the man’s eyes and even a few dropped down his cheeks.

“Oh… O-Oh… Virge…”

Before he knew what was happening the man leaned forward again but his head stayed this time in his hair and he sounded like he was crying again.

“I-I’m so sorry… I- We should have been there… You must…have been so scared all those years… W-We only made it worse… I’m so so sorry…”

Virgil could only freeze as the man cried into his hair. Was there something wrong with him? He wasn’t in pain not that Virgil could see anyways. What was he talking about?

After a few minutes of him crying and mumbling some sentences, he finally drew away his eyes now blotchy and bright red with some tears still coming down his cheeks. But he smiled yet again, does he ever stop smiling?

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have cried on you like that.” He took a deep breath and whipped his eyes, “How about we get breakfast? How does that sound? Is my little guy hungry?”

He couldn’t read this guy at all one second he was crying the next he was smiling? You don’t smile through pain, right? But he didn’t seem in pain at all…?

Virgil’s brain hurt trying to solve this man out so instead, he shrugged. Sure he was hungry but that resulted in another favor right? Though his stomach had other plans as in that moment it grumbled loudly so loudly he was fairly certain it echoed off the walls. His cheeks flushed as he hid his gaze away from the man he hoped he won’t get in trouble for lying now…

Instead, the man laughed loudly his entire body vibrating with the laughs, “Okay kiddo! I can make my special chocolate chip pancakes how does that sound?”

Virgil smiled back and nodded faintly. Yeah, that sounds good…

“But first do you want to change? It must be hard walking around with your big hoodie. I can dig around to find something smaller if you like?”

He gulped he rather not separate from this hoodie. It wasn’t the same that he wore before, honestly, he has no idea where he got it from, but it was comfy. He felt protected in it. He felt safe…Safer than his old black hoodie that’s for sure.

But he knew he was right, there is no way he can walk around like this. Even the shirt under it was too big… Maybe he can keep the hoodie though? Would he let him do that?

Hesitantly he looked back up and gulped again once he saw their gazes met trying not to blink or tear it away.

“C-Can… Can… I um…” He paused uncertainty and slight fear coursed through him but the man only smiled, “Can I…keep the hoodie…?”

“Of course you can sweetie! I know that’s your special hoodie I won’t let you take it off if you don’t want to. Now I’ll go see what I can find.”

Slowly the man got off the bed taking the blankets off of him and moving his hands so Virgil can keep track of them at all times as if he’s done this before…

Then he went to his closet and the second he opened it a wave of clothes and what looked like young kids toys fell through and practically engulfed the man in it. Virgil shot up out of bed thinking he got hurt but he got up a second later and was giggling. “Whoops! I shouldn’t have so much stuff in there now huh kiddo? It’s going to be a whale of a time picking this up!”

With relief, he laid back down clutching the plush tight to his chest, though he smiled faintly and even chuckled under his breath from the pun. The man beamed at him and then started digging around.

Virgil’s eyes opened in awe though as the man stepped in the closet and all but practically disappeared! The closet didn’t look that big right? Where did he go??

When he got out of bed still clutching the cat to his chest he breathed. Then breathed out in relief when he saw the man’s grey onesie stick out of the side. So it just looked smaller but was bigger on the inside.

Morality seemed to notice that he was out of bed though once he came back with a thick bright purple long sleeve and had stitched purple cat on the front, “Now this might be big on you but I think you’ll like it.” He froze, “What ya doing out of bed kiddo? Something wrong?”

Virgil shrugged, “Couldn’t see you…”

“Aw don’t worry! I’m fine. Now the bathroom is right there. I’ll find you some jeans while you change to that shirt how does that sound?”

He nodded and grabbed the shirt he was offering him.

While he changed he had a smile on his face. Well, he hasn’t got hurt yet maybe he can trust this person? He seems nice enough… Though he knew he shouldn’t grow too attached after all this could be one of the yellow man’s tricks. Though again this is a super long and elaborate one but he won’t put it against him.

He heard a knock on the door and hummed in question, “I have your pants kiddo! I found one that I know you’ll love!”

He slowly opened the door but just a bit and poked his head out. Okay yeah, he did like those pants. They were darker purple than the huge shirt but they had holes along the knees.

The man smiled at his reaction, “I thought so! They were from when Thomas was a kid! Poor things have been through a lot but I knew you would love them! Here ya go!”

He set the pants in his arms and he slowly closed the door again smiling faintly as a silent ‘thank you’. It didn’t take long before he walked out of the bathroom his old clothes stacked high on his arms.

“Aawww!!!! Kiddo!!!!! You look so ccuuttteeee!!!! My little purple angel!!!” He blushed deeply at the comment smiling as he gave the man his clothes. Morality though had his hands up to his chin as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. Okay… Now he felt slightly uncomfortable…

He looked to the ground his hair blocking his eyes and he rubbed his arm. Now he felt…pitied? Little? He didn’t know the correct term but he didn’t feel good that’s all he knew. And the man picked up on it. He felt the clothes leave his arms and he was about to walk to the door before the man spoke up, “Kiddo what’s wrong?”

“I… I don’t like that….”

“Like what? Are you okay?” He felt him move forward but he didn’t dare look up. He closed his eyes, “Your…pity? Your…whatever that was…” He waved his hand a bit that was gripped on to his arm.

“The compliment? Or the nickname?”

Virgil gulped, “N-Nick… Nickname…”

“Oh, that’s fine sweetie. Whatever makes you comfortable okay? Is sweetie-pie okay?”

“Uhhhh… I don’t know…”

“That’s fine kiddo. That’s perfectly fine. Can you look at me.”

He didn’t sound upset so he looked up at him, Morality moved some of his purple bangs that got into his eyes when he did see him he could tell he meant it. He wasn’t lying to him or angry.

“Tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable okay? I wanna make sure you feel comfortable here. Since this is your family.”

“F-Family? I-I don’t…”

“That’s okay that you don’t know. But I want to show you what it means. Do you trust me?”

He lay out a hand in front of Virgil and his purple eyes looked at it then up to Morality. Sure he was still fearful. Sure he knew he shouldn’t trust him. Sure he knew that he could turn around and hurt him. But despite everything he found himself nodding and grabbing that hand.

“I love you kiddo.” Morality smiled.

“Uuhh… L-Love? Love is…?”

“When you feel an intense feeling of affection for that person. It could mean family love or platonic love, when you have a deep desire you protect that person and when that person makes you feel safe. Or romantic love when you want to love that person forever.”

“Oh… Oh… Then uh…” Did he like this person that way? He did make him feel safe…

“You don’t have to say it back kiddo I just want you to know I love you. Do you want to go eat now?”

He nodded then opened his mouth but closed it quickly, no he’s being too needy… He won’t…

“What do you want kiddo?”

He made grabby hands to him his eyes silently pleading, he wanted to be picked up. The man smiled and opened his arms, “Of course you can!”

He wrapped his arms around him than yet again went, “One, two, three! There we go!” Virgil giggled slightly as he was bounced on his hip, one hand gripping hard into his shirt while the other still holding on to the cat plushie. He didn’t want to let go of either.

“Okay! Let’s get this train rolling!”

Virgil giggled even more as he made more jokes and puns as they went through the hallway and downstairs. The entire way he had a smile on his face. That was until he saw who was waiting for them downstairs. At first, he saw…. L… Logic? He looked…different than before… His tie was a different color and he had something on his shirt?

But he didn’t seem to notice them at first being too consumed with his book in his hands though he did look up once they made it halfway to the kitchen.

“Morning, Pat. Virgil. How are you-”

He paused in his tracks as he finally looked up and caught sight of Virgil the boy wiggled in the others arms whimpering slightly. Logic wasn’t mean to him per se but he faintly remembers that they did bicker sometimes… And it wasn’t pretty.

Wait Logic didn’t like him did he? Would he throw him back to the yellow man? Would this ‘Pat’ allow that? Even Logic knew his name now and that terrified him.

“Oh yeah, Logan! Virgil regressed last night I guess? I found him last night and he slept in my room. Do you know why?”

Logan….? Why is his name different?

'Logan’ looked bewildered for a moment then cleared his throat and messed with his glasses a moment, “Well when we regress that means our purpose is being suppressed or of not as much use. Or at least that’s how it is for us I’m not sure what it could mean for anxiety. I’ll go talk to Thomas and see if he has any ideas.”

“Alright! Be back in a few I’m making breakfast!”

“No need I had leftovers.”

“Oh okay, that’s fine. See you in a bit then!”

Logan’s dark blue eyes glanced at Pat then back at Virgil which caused him to squirm in place some more. His intense gaze felt like he was searching his very soul for…something. And Virgil was afraid of what it could be.

Finally, he stood up and sank down without a word.

Patton looked down to Virgil with a smile, “See kiddo, he’s going to help you get big again! Cause he loves you and wants to make sure you’re alright.”

“I-It…didn’t look like…love…”

Patton chuckled a bit, “It might not look it but trust me Logan does love you. He has a hard time expressing his emotions is all. He’s getting better at it though. So! Let’s start breakfast shall we!”

Then they started heading towards the kitchen. Pat sat Virgil down on the counter while he brought out all the ingredients and laid it out. Virgil kept a close eye on what he was doing in awe. He’s never really seen something be made like this normally he just sticks stuff in the microwave for himself. This was fascinating for him!

Pat giggled at the boy as he kept getting closer and closer his eyes widening at every movement he makes.

“You want to stir kiddo?”

Virgil whipped up blinking hard as he was addressed. Then shyly asked, “Can… Can I?”

“Of course! I’ll tell you when you’ve stirred enough.”

He gave him the bowl and spoon placing it next to him and Virge set the stuffed animal down so he could grip the bowl with both of his hands, “Just like this?” He stirred it as close as he could to how Pat was doing it and he beamed.

“Yep! Just like that! You’re a natural!”

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks yet again as he smiled though he tried to hide his smile with his turtleneck hoping it was hidden enough.

They continued on like this for a bit Pat started humming under his breath, even dancing a bit as he hopped around the kitchen. Virgil chuckled at the sight and even giggled when Pat kept making puns. They weren’t very funny at all really but he couldn’t help but enjoy them.

Sudden loud footsteps came thundering down the stairs making Virgil jump hard, so hard he almost fell off the counter completely along with the bowl.

“Why hello my fellow sides! What a great morning this is! Why the birds are chirping the grass is singing the-”

Virgil didn’t hear the rest.

Creativity.

That’s Creativity.

He can recognize that cheery booming voice anywhere.

All color drained from his face in a snap of fingers. His body started shaking so hard he felt the spoon fall from his fingers and he couldn’t move to grab it. His entire body was frozen he couldn’t move a single limb no matter how badly his mind screamed to run. His chest was throbbing in pain as he tried to suck in air but nothing came in. All he could hear was his thundering heartbeat drumming in his ears. He couldn’t breathe. Every attempt resulted in more pain through his chest and lungs. He felt ice cold seep into his very bones.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t breathe…

Creativity….

Distantly he heard something beside him but it felt like he was underwater. He couldn’t understand a single word the sound was producing.

Then he heard a sound piercing scream shatter through the silence. Though he didn’t know where the sound came from one thing was certain, his throat now was killing him. Did he make that noise? He must of.

Wait…

He was backing up, his body finally decided to work! But as he did he suddenly felt nothing below his hand. Then his arm. Then his entire body went back with it.

He went down and he screamed loudly in fear. The yellow man’s going to come. Creativity will definitely give him to the yellow man without question. Pat properly won’t, Logan maybe not, but this side will definitely be glad to do it. Or if he doesn’t he would love to torture him himself most likely. He thought he could trust this Pat. He thought he won’t get hurt. Guess he was wrong. It’s what he gets for being trusting, for letting down his guard.

Just as he was about to hit the tile he felt strong arms and that he landed on something warm rather than the cold hard tile. A chest… A warm comforting chest.

“Virge! Virgil hey hey you’re safe. It’s okay. Pat’s got you. Dad’s here. Dad’s got you. It’s going to be okay. Breathe. In for 4. Come on kiddo let’s count okay? 1…2…3…4… Can you hear me?”

He couldn’t shake his head or really even move it all he could do was curl into a ball and expect pain to come his way. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want pain again. He didn’t want-

“Kiddo. Shshs… Roman’s not here now. You’re safe. Can you breathe along with me?”

“…D-Dad…?”

“Yes yes, dad’s here. Dad’s not going anywhere. You’re safe. I promise you, you are safe. Can you open your eyes for me? Keep breathing kiddo. Keep breathing in for 4.”

He tried to follow his instructions he really did. But his eyes for some reason didn’t want to open. With a tremendous effort he finally managed to open them up a little bit the lights from the kitchen making him wince at the brightness, then he breathed in for as long as he said though as soon as he did he coughed and hacked. His lungs were burning up in his chest. They left like they were collapsing in onto itself.

“There you go kiddo. I’m so proud of you. Can you look at dad?”

Every movement sent pain going through his body, it took so much effort from him but he managed to slowly itch his head towards Pat’s. Morality had tears coming down his cheeks yet again but he ignored them this time.

“There’s my sweet kiddo. Can I touch you?”

He nodded and a second later he felt a hand on his shoulder, “Keep looking at me okay? Can you follow me?”

He nodded again.

“Okay breathe in for 4. There you go. 1,2,3,4. I’m so proud of you! Okay, hold for 7. You’re doing fantastic.”

He couldn’t do it for the entire time his throat burned halfway through resulting in him hacking and coughing even worse than last time.

“It’s okay. You’re doing beautifully. Let’s start over okay?”

They had to do it quite a number of times, so long that if he left on the stove top the pancakes would be burned to a crisp by now.

When he could finally breathe okay by himself and his tears have dried up all he was left doing was hiccuping.

“You’re okay now?”

He nodded.

“I’m so glad to hear that. Want a hug?”

Another nod and he smiled when Pat opened his arms this time all but practically throwing himself into them. That warmth and comfort engulfing him once again letting the last bit of the tension in his shoulders relax.

“I’m here kiddo. I’m here. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve got you.” They started rocking side to side as he lay curled in his chest.

“Do you want your cat back?”

He didn’t trust his voice quite yet so he nodded.

“Gotcha. Hold on onnneeee second,” He kept one arm around him as he slightly stood up and grabbed the plushie. The second Virgil saw it he instantly grabbed for it whimpering as he hugged it close.

He felt another kiss in his hair, “I’ve got you. I love you so much.”

Virgil’s eyes looked up to the other and smiled. Yeah… He feels this…love now.

The boys need some snuggles