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The Phantom

A/N: So, my friend @boxlikebutton actually got me to upload this. This is my first time uploading anything to the Thomas Sanders fandom, usually when I write things I just send it to them. But, they really like this idea, and told me that I just HAD to upload it. So... Here we are! Criticism is welcome, just... please be gentle.

So, this was heavily inspired when my friend sent me a bunch of these edits people have made between the Sanders Sides and the egoes of other Youtubers. Ships are going to be in this, gay ones obviously, but not ones you might expect! Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy! I’m just gonna quit rambling though hdsfjbjdskfb sorry enjoy everyone...!!!

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“Because what kind of man was Nate, for his main side to be that?”

Thomas was wondering when someone was going to move into the apartment next to him. When he saw the moving truck pull into the parking lot, he actually thought that someone else was just moving out. But, then he saw the movers carrying boxes of various sizes into the apartment that had been empty for so long beside him, and he realized what was going on. Almost immediately, his sides were buzzing inside of him, their voices bouncing back and forth as they theorized who their new neighbor could be.

I hope they’re nice! Oh, oh, what if they have puppies?! We could puppy-sit! Thomas felt excitement flutter in his heart at Patton’s suggestion.

Perhaps this is our Prince Charming! Thomas rolled his eyes, even though he had to be hoping for it himself since Roman mentioned. But hey, he was a lover, not a fighter!

Whoever it is, Ah, Virgil was right on time, let’s hope they’re not some kind of jerk, or TOO friendly.

There’s no such thing as too friendly, my dark son! Besides, I bet if we make some cookies and bring it over to them, they’ll warm right up to us! Statistics do show that giving people food gives you their friendship. Are those statistics just you, Logan. .... No comment.

Guys, Thomas chuckled, are we making cookies or not?

YES!

Thomas laughed as he walked to the kitchen.

That’s how the next hour went, and even though he was baking alone he somehow ended up getting flour everywhere. But, at the end of it all, he had a plate of steaming cookies and the moving truck was pulling out of the parking lot. There was a car he had never seen before, a black Camaro. It looked well cared for and it's surface gleamed brightly in the sun-rays. Was that his neighbor’s?

Do you really think you should do this, Thomas? Virgil whispered to him, to avoid being heard by the other sides. What if they don’t want to be bothered? What if it’s too early? Or, what if they’re allergic to chocolate? What if they don’t even LIKE cookies?!

Virgil, Thomas was careful to make sure that his voice was gentle, even if somehow, they end up not liking cookies, at least it’s a way to meet them and see what they’re like! And hey, they might even end up liking the cookies!

Virgil made a small noise, but didn’t say anything else. After knowing him for so long, Thomas knew that he wasn’t completely convinced, but he had been soothed enough that he would at least let this play out. Thomas pulled his shoes on and made sure his hair looked presentable in a mirror by his door, and he flashed himself a smile to boost his confidence before he opened the door and stepped outside.

Oh, god, sunlight. Roman, shut up.

Thomas walked down the sidewalk in front of his apartment, glancing at the fancy car one more time as he walked up the pathway to his new neighbor’s door. All of the sides were buzzing in excitement in their own way as he did, when Patton had a bright idea.

Guys, guys, one of us should go out! This guy might have his own sides too that we could be friends with! Why don’t we all just pop out? It would get crowded awfully fast. I think Virgil should meet them! What?! No! Aw, c’mon buddy, you were talking about wanting to get out of your shell more! On my own time! Why would we want them to meet Virgil first? No offense buddy, but- No! I agree! I don’t like this idea! No one likes me at first!

. . .

You shouldn’t have said that.

Thomas had just gotten up to the door when Virgil suddenly appeared beside him, stumbling and tripping over his own feet in his panic.

“No, no no no, let me back in!” He hissed in panic, obviously trying to pop back into Thomas’s mindscape, but he found himself unable to as Patton made it impossible to break through his barrier. “Patton!”

Thomas shook his head at him sadly. “Hey,” he whispered. “you’re gonna be fine! Only their sides are gonna see you!”

“THAT'S THE PROBLEM, THOMAS.”

Thomas smiled sadly but only knocked on the door. Virgil let out a soft whimper, staring at the door fearfully as he quickly moved his hands up to pull his hood up over his head. He had never wanted to crawl into a hole and just die as badly as he did right now. Suddenly, the door opened, and Thomas almost dropped the plate as Roman full out screamed in his head.

The man standing in the doorway was of Asian descent. He had black hair with the bangs pushed back, and his eyes were a deep puppy brown that were mysterious and adorable all at the same time. He wore black skinny jeans, a dark gray button up shirt, and a black leather jacket. His shoes were black army boots that looked like they could break Thomas’s back with one step. And, when he noticed that the man also had square framed glasses sitting on his nose, Thomas found that he wouldn’t even complained.

S T E P  O N  M E! Oh my god, Roman-

Thomas had almost forgotten how to speak, but luckily, his new neighbor gave him time to get his tongue back from the cat that had stolen it.

“Hi! Are you one of the neighbors?”

OH MY GOD HIS VOICE SL AUGH TER ME! Roman, SHUT UP.

“Yes!” Thomas said quickly. “Next door actually, to the right! I saw the movers, and, well, I thought I’d make you a welcome to the neighborhood present!” He lifted up the plate of cookies, smiling a bit sheepishly. The attractive male looked down at the plate before his eyes widened. Thomas felt his chest tighten slightly in fear, trying not to tighten his grip on the plate.

“Those look so good.” The man whispered, and Thomas visibly relaxed. He grinned.

“Oh, I’m so glad! Well, I don’t want to bother you-” “I don’t mind the company if you want to stay!”

The man grinned at Thomas, who fought the urge to blush as Roman went reeling in his mind. “It gives me a reason to procrastinate! Oh!” He held his hand out. “I’m Nathan, Nathan Sharp! But just call me Nate!” Thomas quickly raised his hand and took Nate’s, shaking it as he smiled at the taller man.

“I’m Thomas! Thomas Sanders!” “It’s great to meet you, man! Wanna come in and hang for a bit? It’s a card table, but, I have a table!” “I’d love to!”

Nate stepped back and opened the door wider, allowing Thomas to come in. The apartment’s layout was a lot like his own, which wasn’t surprising. There wasn’t a lot of furniture, but tons and tons of boxes. Like Nate had said though, there was a small card table where he was sure a dining room would be one day. Nate picked up a box sitting on it and carelessly dropped it onto the floor, ignoring the glass sounds that came from it as he grabbed two chairs from across the room and dragged them over. Thomas found himself smiling like crazy as he placed the plate of cookies on the table, giggling when Nate placed a chair behind him.

“I’m glad I brought these cookies over, I almost chickened out.” He admitted as they sat down.

“I’m glad you didn’t! This’ll probably be the only thing I eat tonight.” Nate chuckled.

INVITE HIM TO DINNER, Patton, who was the ultimate dad friend, screamed in Thomas’s head.

“You should come over to my place for dinner then!” He blurted out.

“Noooo!” Virgil whined, covering his face from where he was standing behind Thomas. Nate, of course, didn’t hear or see him.

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you!” Nate said.

“No, no, it’s fine! It’ll give me a reason to actually use my stove.” Thomas said, before muttering to himself, “my poor poor stove…” Nate laughed and Thomas blushed as he realized he had said that out loud.

“Well, I can’t turn down a home-cooked meal.” He smiled. “Haven’t had one of those in awhile, been surviving on cups of noodles and leftover pizza since I’ve started moving.” Thomas could hear Patton losing his absolute shit, while Logan was loudly rattling off many facts that proved that was HIGHLY UNHEALTHY AND YOU SHOULDN’T TAKE NOTES THOMAS!

Thomas smiled. Maybe, just maybe, his Prince had come. It was a surprise if Roman was right for once.

HEY. Shhh, this is so cute!

“What time should I come over?” “When’s a healthy time to start dinner?”

Nate laughed. “I usually have it around nine myself, gives me time to get hungry for a midnight snack.” Thomas grinned.

“Okay! Come over around eighty-thirty, we can chat while I try to keep myself from burning the place down.” He said, and smiled wider when Nate had laughed. God, he should not be falling right now, but he was. He didn’t even know if this guy was gay, though! Or, even into guys!

“That sounds awesome!” Nate smiled, picking up a cookie before he bit into it. He closed his eyes and groaned. “Holy shit…” Thomas laughed, grabbing a cookie for himself and taking a bite. Suddenly, he felt Virgil grab his shoulder with such a tight grip that Thomas almost dropped his cookie. He glanced up at him in confusion, and blinked. Virgil’s entire face was pale, even paler then it usually was. His eyes were wide and filled with horror and fear. Thomas stared up at him and then slowly glanced at where Virgil was staring, but he didn’t see anything there. Just a large box.

But that was simply because Thomas wasn’t a side, so he couldn’t see the man sitting on the box. But Virgil did.

He wore tight black pants and a black vest over a blood red buttoned up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show the tattoos on his arms. His hair was styled in a quiff, midnight black like Nate’s. The sides weren’t shaved but the top was separated from the rest, puffed up slightly at the ends above his forehead. He had faint eyeliner that made his dark brown eyes pop out, and pierced into his earlobes were black plugs, around 00g in sizes. Virgil only knew because he had basically memorized gauge sizes because he had been freaking the hell out when Thomas had been debating on getting them. But that wasn’t the point. In the man’s hand was a black staff with a steel clawed hand at the end, gripping a clear glass orb. He was sitting on the box casually, his leg lifted up and the ankle set on his other leg’s knee. His arms were in his lap and he was leaned back slightly, a smirk on his lips as he stared Virgil right in the eye.

The darkness pouring off of his body put Deceit to shame.

Virgil, come home.

Patton didn’t have to tell Virgil twice, and he disappeared. But that didn’t take care of the big problem here.

Because what kind of man was Nate, if his main side was that?

Musical Sides, Prologue

Hello everyone! So, sometime last night I reblogged a list of headcanons ( https://could-always-be-gayer.tumblr.com/post/174956504667/high-school-musical-au ) for a Highschool Musical AU that @could-always-be-gayer came up with! They’ve given permission for me to write it, so, here we are! Highschool Musical was my childhood, so even though my insides are shaking as I’m about to upload this, I’m so excited to show you guys this! I hope you guys enjoy, and I definitely hope you enjoy it Bear! Thanks for making this possible!

The lights were beating down on Virgil. They seemed brighter than they ever had before. His heart pounded in his chest and his blood pumped quickly through his veins. The only thing that kept the audience from seeing his flushed face was the foundation that the makeup artists had practically painted over his face. He was a pale person, and it took almost a quarter of the bottle to keep him from looking washed out by the lights. But with how much he was sweating, he was certain that all of their hard work was going to be washed away.

But at this moment, he couldn’t care. Because his mouth was dry and he couldn’t breathe. His head was beginning to swim. He couldn’t remember his line. Logan’s monologue was coming to a close and he was doing so, so good, but then Virgil was going to ruin it all. He would open his eyes and then no sound would fall out of his mouth. He saw Patton glance at him and then turn his head slightly to look at him completely. His eyes widened slightly and Virgil was certain that his distress was plain on his face, or Patton was even better at reading people than he thought. Both were a possibility.

The floor was beginning to rock back and forth, just lightly. Was he swaying? He couldn’t tell. He tore his gaze from Patton and tried to bring himself back down to earth, but the cloak and the hood he was wearing made it hard to breathe. Had he fastened the cloak too tightly? Damn Roman! If he hadn’t tried to talk to him between acts, then he would’ve had time! Speaking of the drama queen, Virgil saw Patton just barely reach to the side. He was careful to make sure that the audience couldn’t see him poke his twin lightly in the side, not enough to jarr him but enough to catch his attention. His younger twin glanced at him in confusion and mouthed a quick, ‘What?!’ Patton pointed to Virgil, discreet as always, and that's when Virgil felt Roman’s eyes fall onto him. The worry he saw well in his eyes made Virgil want to vomit.

His head was pounding. The floor was swaying, even faster. He couldn’t breathe. He was sweating so much. He had to get this cloak off. He had to get off this stage. He had to stop this. How could he think that this was going to be okay? Why did he think for even a moment, that he could do this? Logan was saying his last few words, his powerful and booming. He was putting on such a good show and the audience was completely enthralled. His head felt like it was going to explode. His dad was in the audience. The floor was spinning. There wasn’t a gasp of air inside of his body. His dad was in the audience. Sweat was pouring down the sides of his face. His dad was in the audience and he was looking right at him.

Logan finished his monologue with a thunderous; “And what do you say, Lins?! Will you continue to put up this charade any longer?!” Then everyone’s eyes were on his. Everyone’s.

But all Virgil saw was the floor rushing up to meet him as he collapsed.

Four months earlier

Part 2/2

Part 1  ( @shamelesspoetry )

Paring: Dukexiety, side Moceit and Loginice Words: 3288 Genre: angst, fluff, hints at smut (you have to squint), angst with a happy ending

Virgil had lost all concept of time. Had it been days? Minutes? Hours? He didn’t know or care. He could only note that the banging on the door had stopped. There had been banging (that faded into knocking) on his door for a while at the start. Logan, confused on whether he had done something wrong, Patton, desperate to try and talk to the anxious side, and Roman, who wanted to understand the outburst. The locked door prevented all of them from entering his space (pity party). The dark cloud of anxiety now seems to spread among the room, swallowing his posters and books. He couldn’t seem to care. He’s passed the sad stage and seemed to move on to the numbness. The sad would come back, it always did.

Meanwhile, in his shared room, Roman was pacing the floor.

“C’mon prince of boring, why are you pacing? It’s giving me head trauma.”

“A headache. That’s called a headache,” Roman said, staring at his twin who shrugged his shoulders.

“What has you so worked up? Oo ~ do you need help with a project, I wouldn’t mind adding a few corpses!”

“No, Remus, be serious, I’m worried about Virgil!”

“The emo?” He asked before shrugging. “He’s just sulking over Logan taking the last cup of coffee or something.” Roman wasn’t convinced. “Come on, Roro, you’re just upset because you have a crush on him.”

“What? No, I don’t,” Roman said, staring at his brother in confusion. Remus only wiggled his eyebrows.

“You wanna see that flat ass all day. Wanna wipe those racoon eyes, wanna-”

“No, seriously, I don’t.” Remus only blinked at his brother before shrugging.

“His loss.” Roman continued to stare at his brother.

“Remus, did you... did you think I liked Virgil?” 

“Well, I figured you’d be into pale emos.” Remus shrugged.

“Remus, I told you I like Logan, right?” Remus tilted his head.

“Maybe you did, I don’t remember.” He then grinned “See, I was right, you are into pale emos.”

“Don’t-” Roman was slowly going red.

“What? I’m not wrong. He is quite pale.” Roman raised an eyebrow at his brother.

“How would you know?” Remus seemed frozen for a moment, his brain catching up with the conversation. “Also, where were you last night? And the night before?” Remus didn’t look up at his brother.

“I was helping Thomas.” Roman, unsure of where Remus was heading, decided to proceed with caution.

“How?” Remus finally looked up, meeting his brothers’ eyes.

“Well, they are both so stressed all the time so I wanted to help... relax them. And since I’m more 50 Shades of Grey to your My Little Pony, and also the only one with the balls to actually do something-”

“Remus, what did you do?” Roman’s heart was beating. “Who are ‘they’ and how did you help them relax?” Remus went quiet for a moment, as if thinking.

“Sex.” Roman looked at his brother and could tell by the look on his face that Remus was leaving something out.

“With who?”

“Virgil...” Roman nodded slightly. “And...” ‘Who?’ Roman wanted to ask but his mind connected the pieces together. Janus and Patton were already together and that left only two people, Virgil and...

Roman gasped, tears welling in his eyes.

“Logan?” His voice was low and Roman didn’t even look at Remus for a response.

“Well, it wasn’t like I forced myself on him, he went with it willingly-”

“Shut up!” Roman’s voice was thick. “For once in your existence, shut up.” Roman shoulders shook. “How... how could you?”

“I didn’t know!”

“Bullshit!”

“Oi, don’t get all high and mighty. You only accepted me because of your spat with Janus, which wasn’t that long ago!” Remus was angry, but only at the accusation that he would deliberately hurt his twin. Roman didn’t look up to meet his brother’s gaze.

“That’s why he was so upset...” Roman whispered. Remus let the confusion wash over his face.

“What has that-”

“He loves you, you idiot! How can you not see it? He always has!” Remus blinked at his brother. “And you just fucked and left?!” Roman looked at his twin, wiping his tears. “And that’s what Logan most have told him, no wonder he’s upset!” Before Remus could respond, the door swung open, with Patton and Logan bursting in.

“We heard yelling,” Patton said. Logan noticed Roman crying first, but the other side didn’t look at him.

“Roman-” Roman pushed past them all, speed walking out of the room.

Virgil was laying on his bed when he heard the tell-tale signs of someone trying to pick his lock. He didn’t try and stop it, figuring it was Patton attempted to pull him out of spiral. He was surprised to find Roman’s tear stained face staring back at him.

“He... he just slept with him...” Roman said, voice thick. Virgil let out a weak, almost maniacal, laugh.

“Wanted us to ‘relax’. Bullshit. All men are trash.” Virgil said, his voice weak from lack of using it.

“Can I join the pity party?” Virgil looked confused for a second before he remembered all the times, he caught Roman’s star-filled gaze fixed on the logical side. He nodded, opening his arms. Roman sunk down onto the bed and the two sides just cried, not caring that people could hear them, not caring about the door still being open. Just not caring at all. 

It was a few hours later, when Virgil woke up to Patton’s soft voice.

“Virge? I have something for you to eat. Roman has gone back to my room.” Virgil struggled to open his eye, but otherwise remained unmoving. “I’m just going to leave it -”

“Stay,” Virgil croaked. “please.” He choked, tears falling down his face.

“Hey, Virgil, can I touch you?” The other side nodded. “Do you want a hug?” Another nod. “Can I climb in beside you?” At Virgil’s nod, Patton lay down on the bed, opening his arms and letting Virgil come to him. Virgil crawled over to him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” There was silence in the room.

“I got my hopes up,” Virgil said. “And the one person I used to talk to about this I’m not talking to anymore and I think he hates me because I was awful to him because I was desperate to be liked!” Virgil said, sobbing. Patton shushed him gently.

“Hey, I’m sure you will get a chance to apologise,” Patton said. There was a creak at the door and Patton looked up, finding Janus giving him a sympathetic smile.

“It’s okay, Pat, I’ll take it from here.” Patton looked down at the sobbing boy and took a deep breath, slowly untangling him, giving the boy a kiss on his hair before moving to leave. Janus took his arm gently as he walked past, rubbing his cheek, kissing him softly. “I’ll take care of him.” Patton nodded, smiling. Janus looked down at the anxious side, who’s eyes were wide and fearful. He opened his mouth but didn’t get a word in before Virgil launched in rambling.

“I’m so sorry for everything I said and did! I wanted so badly not to be hated anymore and I was afraid that if I didn’t hate you than they would hate me again but I should-” Virgil slapped his hand over his own mouth, looking up and Janus, who’s eyebrows were furrowed in worry.

“Virgil. I need to you to breath for me.” Virgil dropped his hand before he took a deep breath in. “Good, okay, I’ll count to eight. 8,7, 6-” Virgil let out his breath. “That’s okay, we’ll start again. 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Good. okay, hold for four. 1, 2, -” Virgil dropped off again, clutching his chest. “Okay, it’s okay, we can start again as many times as you need. Okay?” Virgil nodded, closing his eyes and taking Janus’ hands. “Okay, in for eight. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Okay, hold for four. 1, 2, 3, 4. Great, so good, out for seven. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Great, let’s do that a few more times.” Janus took him through his breath exercise and the room slowly became lighter and lighter. His posters reappearing, his eyeshadow receding. “That was really good.” Virgil nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know why you did what you did, Virgil. That’s not me saying that I’m not mad or I wasn’t upset about it, but I get it. I did the same thing to Remus, so I know how you feel,” Janus said, noticed Virgil’s gaze dropping from holding Janus’ to his lap at the mention of the creative side. “This is about him, isn’t it?” Virgil nodded. Janus opened his arms and Virgil crawled in and melted against the other side. “He’s always been an idiot.”

“But I thought... He came here, maybe three nights ago. I was... I was confused because he didn’t normal come here. He said I was stressed out and everyone was worried for me... He started kissing me and then more than just kissing and-”

“He forced himself on you?” Janus asked, gasping. Virgil shook his head quickly, looking into the other eyes that he wasn’t lying.

“I wanted it. I thought... it’s stupid, but I thought that meant he maybe he liked me back.” Janus nodded sympathetically. “I know he has troubling expressing emotions and he tends to channel that into... sexual advances. I just thought...” Virgil deflated. “I just thought maybe he liked me back.” Janus pulled him in again.

“I meant what I said. Those twins don’t have a clue between them.”

“I feel bad for Roman. I thought everyone knew about his crush on Logan, except Logan himself. And... him too now, I guess.” Virgil wiped his eye with his hoodie, sighing. “I feel like an idiot.”

“Well, love makes you an idiot. Look at me and Patton. It took us how long to figure out that our enemies to lovers’ trope had turned into the ‘lovers’ end of the spectrum?” Virgil giggled. “Love and feelings are complicated. Maybe you should explain all this to him?” Virgil shrugged.

“I’m afraid. I don’t want to be rejected.”

“Rejection is the precursor to closure. It’s very hard to have one without the other.” Virgil sighed.

“That’s about the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Okay, Mr pessimism, prove me wrong.” Virgil put his hands up, sniffling.

“You’re right.” Janus handed him his yellow handkerchief. “Thank you.” Janus nodded. “I mean it. What I said. I’m sorry.” Janus gave him a small smile.

“I know. I meant what I said too. About understanding why did and said those things. I was upset but I’m getting over it. Your apology helps.” Janus grabbed a set of wipes before cleaning Virgil’s face. “C’mon, let’s eat. We can relieve Patton who is probably stress cooking.” The door opened on cue and Patton meekly stepped inside, holding more plates.

“I made spaghetti.” Janus smiled, a loving look on his face as he beckoned the side over. Virgil would’ve fake gagged but he couldn’t bring himself to ruin this moment. He was too drained. “Get this into you, then go to sleep. Maybe everything will be clearer in the morning.” Virgil somewhat doubted it, but took the side’s word for it anyway. “Everything is gonna be okay.”

In the hallway, Roman took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Yes,” The side answered and Roman opened the door. “Ah, Roman. You were in to see Virgil, how is he doing?”

“He’s fine, Logan. He’s not why I’m here though.”

“If this is about your brother and I, I have been made aware it made you uncomfortable. While I’m not sure why, I do apologise. There is nothing between us.”

“You don’t need to apologise. My reaction was my own fault,” Roman said. Logan looked and him confused and opened his mouth, but closed it when he saw Roman shake his head. “I know you and I have our differences but I really do value you as a friend and side and that’s why I was so scared to come and tell you, but I’ve realised I can’t just use that excuse and then get mad when things don’t work out my way.” Logan still looked puzzles so Roman sighed slightly before locking eyes with the logical side. “I like you, Logan. I have for a while. And I never told you because I was too scared and I just didn’t know what I’d do if you said yes. But I’ve realised I can’t just hold all my feelings in until I combust.” There was silence. “It’s okay if you don’t like me back-”

“No, it’s not that,” Logan said. “I don’t... I don’t really understand love. Sexual desire is different but love confuses me. But Roman I-” he trailed off, ruffling his hair. “I feel something for you. I don’t know what it is but it’s strong and I’ve only recently noticed it.” Roman slowly approached Logan, holding out his hands, silently offering to meet Logan halfway if he needs it. Logan grasped his hands. “Could you live with that? With me possibly never being able to love you back.”

“It could be hard, yeah, but I want to try. I care about you Logan, so I want to be with you, however you feel comfortable.” He pulled Logan up, before standing so close to him. “How about touch?” Logan nodded. “Words please, Lo.” 

“I like touch.” Roman wound his arms around the logical side’s waist. Logan frowned slightly. “I don’t know what makes you think you’ll be in charge.” Roman’s face heated up, covering his ears and neck.

“I was just tryna hold you,” he whined and Logan half smirked, half smiled. He leaned down, kissing the fanciful side’s red neck.

“It’s okay, I’m just teasing.” Roman nodded before the logical side moved back up and the two made eye contact. “Can I kiss you?”

“If you don’t, I might hit you.”

“Feisty, I like it.” Roman blushed but before he could say anything, Logan gently placed their lips together and he melted into the logical side’s hold. Things weren’t perfect, but they would be okay. And when the pair woke up the next morning, arms wound around each other, they realised that they would rather be nowhere else but right here, in this moment, together.

Virgil, who woke up squished between Janus and Patton, managed to climb out without waking either of them up. He moved over to his door and, taking a deep breath, opened it. He was surprised to find Remus mid knock. Part of him wanted to close the door and go back to bed but Patton’s words replayed in his mind.

‘Maybe everything will be clearer in the morning.’

“Can we talk?” Virgil nodded and let himself be dragged to the sitting room. He sat down on the couch and let the silence sit for a few minutes. “Why didn’t you just tell me you like me?” Virgil would’ve been shocked but he also half heard Roman and Remus’ argument. Plus, the other side isn’t completely stupid.

“I was afraid I’d be rejected.” Remus was pacing. Virgil couldn’t understand the nervousness until he realised that he was causing it. “Remus, maybe you should sit down-”

“No!” Remus shouted back. Virgil flinched at the sudden loud noise before Remus dropped down into the chair beside him. “I don’t know how all these lovey dovey words work, that’s Roman’s job, but I like you too! Why didn’t you just tell me? I would never have slept with Logan but it seemed like you truly only wanted to relax, you didn’t even cuddle me so I thought-”

“You like me too?” Remus blinked at the other side. 

“I went to you first. I wanted to confess then but I just didn’t want to be rejected. I like you like wasps like Satan.” Virgil choked back a laugh as tears streamed down his face. “What did I say? Why are you crying?” Remus asked, panicking. Virgil shook his head, taking the sides flailing hands.

“It’s okay. They’re happy tears,” Virgil said. Remus still looked worried so Virgil wiped them away. Remus’ hand glided up his arm and neck, hesitating before his cheek, just centimetres away from the skin. Virgil, deciding to be brave, placed his face into Remus’ palm. Remus’ eyes widened before a smile spread across his cheeks. There was no glint, just love in his eyes and Virgil felt the best kind of overwhelmed. Remus’ began to vibrate with excitement before letting out a screech, picking Virgil up and swinging him around. Virgil wrapped his leg around the other’s waist and clutched on for dear life, half screaming himself. 

“This is better than juicy butt holes! This is better than late night thoughts!” Virgil laughed at him, leaning down to touch their foreheads together. Remus, still pumped with adrenaline, placed the other down on the couch before attacking him with kisses and tickles. The happy tears return as Virgil gasped for air, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

“Get a room.” Roman teasing voice came. Remus stuck his tongue out before burying his face in Virgil’s neck. The anxious side saw him and Logan’s clasped hands and winked to the two. “If the rest of us have the decency to go to our own rooms, so do you.” Logan nodded. “Plus, I know you’re lanky but you do not get to take up the entire couch. Move over!” The two complied, Virgil going to sit up before Remus pulled him onto his lap, nuzzling his face into the other’s neck gain, leaving soft kisses.

“Oh, we are all up!” Patton said. His eyes landed on the two new couples and they softened. Janus rolled his eyes and his husband’s soft gaze but Virgil saw the same look in his snake eyes. “Janjan, can you help me make breakfast?” Patton asked, entering the kitchen. Janus, as if sensing the change in atmosphere, moved his gaze to the four remained sides. 

“Not a word.” He said. “I mean it.” The other sides nodded, holding back laughs. He left to go help Patton and the room erupted in laughter.

“Guess Janus isn’t as tough as he lets on.” 

Later, that night to be exact, when Remus had Virgil curled up on his chest, half asleep, he just let himself be so thankful he didn’t fuck this up. Virgil, as if sensing the others thoughts, sat up, looking into the creative side’s eyes, smiled.

“You’re stuck with me now.” Remus smirked, pulling the other down for a kiss, hands roaming his bodies. Breaking away, Remus mumbled again his lips;

“You make it sound so difficult.” He kissed him again before pulling back a minute later. “This has been one of my best decisions in my entire existence.” Virgil smiled, his eyes brimming with love. He curled Remus’ hair around his fingers.

“You’re not too bad yourself, shrimpy.”

“Excuse me, I am a kraken!”

“Okay, shrimpy.” Remus smirked.

“ooh, feeling feisty, are we? Guess we’ll have to fix that.” Remus’ hands dug into the other side’s torso, causing his to shriek with laughter. Remus rolled them over, getting the upper hand and attacking Virgil’ tickle spots.

“Mercy! Have mercy!” Virgil said between pants and laughs and Remus finally let up. Virgil panted, a wide stupid grin taking over his features. “You play dirty, octopus.” Remus laughed before shrugging.

“Close enough!” He declared before diving down to kiss his boyfriend endlessly. Virgil couldn’t help but think that Patton was right.

Everything was gonna be okay.

Hope With Me

Author’s Note: So hey!  I did a Big Bang this year, run by the blog @ts-storytime!  This work has been a while in the making, and I’m super proud of how it turned out!  Thanks so much to @vanilla-bean-buttercream for the amazing art, and a huge thanks to @korruptbrekker for beta reading, and @hit-or-mish for being my cheerleader, this story would not exist without you.

Summary: 

“Two weeks,” Patton said, holding out his hand. “And if I can’t prove to you that there’s good in humanity, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Or you could leave me alone right now,” Janus said, giving him a deadpan look.

“I could,” Patton said.  “But then I’ll just go on thinking I’m right, and you’ll never have another chance to prove me wrong, now will you?” He smiled, like he thought he had him.

…And dammit, he did.

“Come on Janus,” Patton said, smiling warmly, and stretching out his hand a little more.  “Come find hope with me.”

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