Yoinketh to Yeeteth

Warnings: Deciet, lying/manipulation, panic-like state, crying

Tags: @itsme98z @analogical-lovechild @ailithnight @pippa-frost @nightphans @nymphaedoratonks

WC: 1,278

Part 1

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Virgil and Dee had met a few more times over the next month, Virgil sensing that they were growing from acquaintances to friends. They had even sat in Virgil’s room and hung out while a movie played in the background. He had figured out by now that Dee sometimes spoke in opposites.

“Why?” He had asked, his head tilting slightly in curiousness.

“I don’t have to do it all the time. It’s like a puzzle.” Dee smirked.

Virgil had nodded and that was the end of that discussion.

Dee sat on the couch in Virgil’s room, eyes trained on the TV. Today had been another day of filming for Virgil and the other light sides, and now Virgil was casually sitting a few feet away from Dee. He smiled. How was he lucky enough to earn a friend like Dee? Lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed Dee turning to look at him.

“What are you thinking?”

Virgil turned to look at him. “How I don’t deserve to have someone as good as you as my friend.”

“Nonsense. Of course you are. You are completely deserving of someone like me as your friend.”

He quirked a brow. “No speaking in opposites?”

Dee shook his head, a soft smile on his face.

Virgil smiled slightly. “I’m never going to believe it, you know.”

“Yes, you will eventually.”

Oh, if only he knew what Dee truly meant, maybe, maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so bad. Maybe, if he’d known, he wouldn’t have tried to get closer.

Everything was piling up. All the staring and snide comments and stupid nicknames were just piling up into a huge weight that held his heart in its strong grip and never let it go. He couldn’t take his mind off of them lately, which is why he’d chosen to shut everyone and everything out lately, even Dee, who was practically his best friend by now..or..was he really? He never really comforted him. On second thought  he never really did..anything for him. Through his thoughts, there came a knock on his door.

After all, all good things must come to an end.

Virgil opened the door to reveal Dee himself.

“Have you left your room at all today, Anxiety?”

Virgil chose not to answer, knowing Dee would understand, and stepped back, opening the door wider as to invite Dee in, which he so graciously accepted.

“Dee,” Virgil spoke once he’d closed the door. “Do you even care about me? I mean I know I don’t do much for you, but I try to be accepting and I-I just, I don’t know, are you gonna stay?”

Dee smiled a smile that had fear rattling in Virgil’s chest twice as much as before.

“Oh, Anxiety. Sweet, sweet Anxiety. This was bound to happen at some point, wasn’t it? You’d question our friendship, question whether you need me and I need you. Well, let me enlighten you. I don’t. I never did. No one has ever needed you, or, if they had at some point, they never realized it.” He laughed as Virgil stared at him in horror, his worst nightmare coming to life. “The other light sides? They will never see you for you. They will always picture you as the antagonist. Thomas will never see you as anything but an obstacle in his life. I will never need you. That’s the truth. I’ve only just dealt with you because, well, it’s fun.” He chuckled. “You’re like a little puzzle. Maybe if I said a few more complementing lies I could’ve learned your name so that I could make this sink in a little better. You, Anxiety, are not needed here. Good day.”

With that, Dee left, leaving Virgil there, standing in the middle of his room, his entire world shattering before him. It felt as if his skin were on fire, yet he was shaking horribly. His knees hit the carpet harshly and with a start, he noticed his cheeks were wet with tears and his eyes stung with those unshed. Virgil took his gaze off of the carpet, which he was now gripping in a grip as strong as he physically could.

He looked around, at his room, the place in which he barely ever left. When he was here, he was safe, at least, that’s what he thought. Now, now he knew that he’d let the one place he felt safe to be invaded by someone who hated him just as much as the rest of them. Standing up on still shaky knees, he made his way to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror as he leaned heavily on the counter.

God, he looked horrible. It hadn’t been five minutes since Dee left and he looked as if he’d lost everything, which, if he bothered to think about it, was pretty accurate. Dee, his only friend, who he thought was practically family, had just left, along with all hopes of ever really being happy again. He should’ve known he was bad news from the start, from the moment he went through the door at the end of the hallway, but no, he just had to try to be his friend. What a stupid idea that was. Trying to befriend a dark side? Who was he kidding? It was never going to work in the end, no matter what Dee had said to him.

He looked at his reflection, squinted, stopped. His thoughts whirred at the speed of light, a blur of half-made comments and replies mixed with statements to create a jumble of words in which Virgil couldn’t decipher. He knew one thing though; anything was better than staying here, a place where he was hated by everyone he knew for merely existing. Shaking his head, he wiped at the running eyeshadow on his cheeks, effectively smearing it more than it already was. He could almost laugh at his situation, at how pitiful it was. He’d known all along that nothing good would come out of anything, but did he listen to himself? No. He didn’t, and he ended up paying the price for it.

There was no use crying now. What was done was done, and he no longer had a place. He was no longer..felt as if he had a place. Maybe..he should leave? Would that make things better? Surely it would, wouldn’t it? Virgil stepped back into his room, walking around and looking at the various items he had, smiling sadly at them. His headphones, normally his source of comfort on especially bad days, lay on his bed, undisturbed by the events of today. Next to them was his black cat plushie, especially helpful for similar bad days. On the other side of the room was his small desk with an old, dusted mirror and a few products of makeup that he usually wore. Sighing, he took one last glance around, filing the memories away before deciding to leave. He’d be doing them all, everyone, a favor, really. They probably wouldn’t even notice he was gone. If they do, somehow, notice and they come looking for him (they won’t), all they’ll find is an empty room, no Virgil in sight. They’ll be happy. He’d be doing something right, good.

With a nod, Virgil sunk out, but didn’t pop up anywhere. He detached himself from Thomas, leaving only the thought of him behind. He had no sense of time now. There was only dark. Nothing was here, not even him. He was freely floating, yet falling all the same. Distantly, he felt three different tugs, trying to pull him back to the present, back to existing.

Notes: Alrighty people I’m starting this year off with some good ol’ angst. Be ready (or don’t.) Inspired by this post.

Warnings: Deciet, lying/manipulation, Apathy (character, not in there for long and he doesn’t do anything other than talk but y'know), panic-like state, crying

Tags: @itsme98z @analogical-lovechild @ailithnight @pippa-frost @nightphans @nymphaedoratonks

WC: 1,696

Part 2

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He was there, his door slightly ajar as he looked out of it, when Roman had shouted at the man. The man in a bowler hat and a cape, looking villainous, but Virgil wasn’t one to judge on that topic.

He’s new, Virgil thought, watching the man disappear through a door and into the shadows after an infuriated Roman had walked off. He needs someone. A friend. I can be a friend, can’t I?

~

The next day, late afternoon, Virgil had woken up and gotten out of bed before applying the pencil eyeliner below his eye and smudging it, something he always did, for a reason he didn’t truly know. It was routine. Concrete. One of the very few things he could control about his life here in Thomas’ mind.

He opened his door and there, in the shadows, was the door. The door he had walked out of quite some time ago, but had never walked back through. It was a deep, dark brown, almost black, with a knob of gold. It was menacing as it hid in the shadows of the hallway.

This was a place he knew well, too well. It was dark and all things ominous. It was where he, anxiety, stemmed from, and he knew the things inside were scary and mean. He knew there was a possibility that the man was just like any other creature in there. There was a possibility the man was all bad, but there was also a possibility he was like Virgil, just wanting someone to stand by him and be his friend. So, Virgil took a chance. He turned the knob of the door and opened it, looking into the darkness that engulfed the room he then walked into.

This was where all of Thomas’ dark sides and fears were located. It was pitch black once the door was closed. There were sounds, growling, footsteps, and the feeling of always being watched. Virgil could hear his breathing and the sound of someone else’s voice. The voice was all around him.

“Anxiety. Welcome back. We missed having you here. Tell us, what is it like living with them?”

God, he hated that voice. He hated him. Him being Apathy.

Apathy: [ap-uh-thee]

noun, plural ap·a·thies.

1. absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement.

2. lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting.

Apathy took motivation and crushed it, squishing it like a bug as he drained you of emotion. Virgil had had a few too many encounters with him.

“What do you want?” Virgil tried to sound as if his heart wasn’t racing.

No. It’s fine. Everything will be ok.

His heart slowed only slightly.

“Awe, don’t be like that. We’re friends, aren’t we?” Apathy laughed loudly, it echoing in the large, seemingly empty space.

Virgil cringed at the laugh. It was a laugh that would send shivers up your spine and make your skin crawl. It could only be described as evil. He shrugged off the feeling soon after and spoke again.

“Who’s the new guy?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“I want to meet him.”

Virgil jumped forward as a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Is that so?”

Apathy’s voice was close now. Very close.

“Yes. Now where is he?”

Apathy hummed as a sound echoed from what Virgil would say was about twenty feet away, footsteps following.

“Well, looks like you won’t need my help with that.”

And with that, Apathy backed away and the footsteps grew closer, stopping what could’ve been an arm’s length away.

“Why do you wish to see me?”

“Who are you?”

“Is that of major importance..Anxiety, was it?”

Virgil’s eyebrows drew together. “Yes..that’s my name, and I suppose it isn’t extremely important, but I just wanted to know..”

The man hummed. “Call me Dee.”

“Okay, Dee… I would like to get to know you better.”

“May I ask why?”

Virgil paused for a moment, thinking of a response. “It’s nice to have company. Plus, I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Are you not a light side?”

“I -uhm yes, I guess I am-”

“So you have plenty of company.”

“I guess so, but I was thinking you could use some company away from the Others.”

“And why would you think that?”

“Uhm…”

Dee chuckled. “Oh, aren’t you just precious.”

Virgil was more confused now than he had been in a while. “I..don’t think so, but whatever.”

“I’d love to take up the offer to be in your company.”

Virgil smiled slightly. “Cool. I guess I’ll see you whenever.”

Dee hummed. “Amazing. Goodbye Anxiety.”

“Bye Dee.”

Virgil made his way back to his room, a small smile on his face and the thought of finally, finally having a friend in his mind.

~

The next day, Virgil was noticeably happier. He walked into the kitchen while the other sides were eating breakfast, ignoring how the small chatter in the room died down, with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Well, is Mr. Doom and Gloom actually lightening up for once?” Roman said, interrupting the silence.

Virgil, grabbing nothing but a granola bar, chuckled quietly and walked back out, saying, “In your dreams Princey.”

His day just got worse from there.

He had to film a video with Roman and Thomas a few hours later, which only left him exhausted. Honestly, although he got to talk about the darker messages in Disney, which was actually kind of nice, if he was being honest, having to deal with Roman arguing with him the whole time gave him a headache. Then, after going to his room for a bit with his headache not getting any better, he decided to take something for it. That, however, meant he had to leave his room, as the only source of pain medication was in the first aid kit located in the commons. (Curse himself for not storing some in his own bathroom.)

He popped in on the top of the stairs, first listening to see if anyone might be there. After hearing nothing, he walked down the stairs silently. His feet slowed as he saw Logan sitting on the couch, reading a book, having not noticed him yet. Virgil let out a small puff of air as he stepped off the last step, alerting Logan of his presence.

“Hello Anxiety.” Logan looked up to the hoodie-clad man.

Virgil gave a two fingered salute to him, making his way to the closet, all too aware of the eyes that were boring into him at the moment. He was glad it was Logan, at least, instead of Roman. Roman would be throwing insults at him and being his loud, dramatic self. Logan would just give a calculating stare or glare that never failed to make Virgil feel on edge and his hands to start trembling in the slightest way. He opened the closet and grabbed two ibuprofen from the bottle in the first aid kit.

“Are you hurt?”

Virgil turned his head to look at Logan as he closed the closet. He sat, still holding his book open on his lap, with an eyebrow raised.

“Headache,” Virgil said simply.

He sunk out after that. Virgil always managed to feel uneasy after an encounter alone with Logan. He felt Logan’s eyes on him the entire time, watching him as if he were another one of his experiments to study. Every encounter left him with an increased inauspicious feeling, a sinking sensation in his gut that told him to stay away.

He listened, not leaving his room for the rest of the day, not even when his stomach wailed at him for some sort of sustenance as the aroma of a delicious home-cooked meal drifted from the commons to his room. It was a special kind of torture, really, the knowledge that he’d never be able to enjoy a meal like that with a family. It was so close, yet unattainable. The others would never enjoy his company, let alone allow him to intrude long enough for a true meal, and it’s not like he had anyone else save for… No, he’d only just met him yesterday. He’d never agree to spend an extended amount of time with him. Virgil sighed. It was a fruitless fantasy. He should stop thinking.

~

About two weeks later was Virgil’s next encounter with this so-called “Dee.” He had left his room, pausing as he closed his door. The distant sound of Roman’s complaints could be heard, slightly muffled from the distance. It was something about…snakes? Virgil rolled his eyes.

Eh, probably just one of his adventures in his realm again.

“Hello, Anxiety.”

Virgil jumped at the sudden voice, turning to the hallway across from his room to see no one other than the mysterious man in the cape and bowler cap.

“Oh, hi Dee. I uh, didn’t see you there.” He chuckled slightly, eased as Dee chuckled back.

“It’s alright. Sometimes it’s good to not be noticed. Especially if it’s by a certain prince.”

Virgil hummed. “I feel ya man. Why does he hate you so much anyway?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I’m not forcing you to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“You see, I’m not like the Others. I don’t have a certain…appearance. Roman doesn’t like that.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at the dark figure, but it dropped as Dee began walking toward him. As soon as Dee’s face hit the light of the hallway, Virgil’s eyes went wide, a slight smile appearing a few moments later.

“Dude, screw what Roman thinks. You look fucking awesome.”

“Thank you. I must say, I really do love your style.”

“Oh, uh, I mean, it’s only a hoodie and jeans, pretty much just fits in with the ‘emo’ stereotype.”

“It suits you completely.”

Virgil didn’t miss the slight upturn of one of the corners of Dee’s lips.

“I really must go now,” Dee spoke again. “Goodbye Anxiety.”

“Oh, uh, ok. Bye Dee.”

What Virgil did miss, however, was the sinister smirk Dee wore once he’d turned away and walked through the door at the end of the hallway.

Summary: An unexpected mishap in Roman’s kingdom has a frightening effect, and Patton has to take care of Anxiety…who is now roughly four years old.

Pairings: Paternal Moxiety, platonic LAMP/CALM

Word Count: 6,488

Warnings: De-aging, panic attacks, loss of mental autonomy, shouting, arguing, crying, food, brief allusion to Deceit/other dark sides, neglect of self-care, insecurity, fear.

Notes: I know I’ve been talking about this fic for ages now (referring to it as Tiny Virgil Angst because it didn’t have a name), and haven’t posted it yet for…well, lots of reasons, but mostly because I hadn’t finished it. I didn’t even know if I was going to split it into two parts, more than two parts, or just leave it as one very long fic. As it neared 12,000 words, I decided I had to split it. So this is the first part! I’m not sure exactly when the second part will be up, but hopefully not too long? I’ll post another few things between now and then, though. I hope you enjoy this!

It had just been an ordinary day. Nothing unusual was happening in their life. So a loud explosion interrupting the peace and quiet of the mindscape was totally unexpected and made Patton jump two feet into the air and drop the plate of cookies he had been holding. Luckily, the plate was plastic and the floor had just been cleaned that morning, so Patton quickly picked up all the cookies and rushed to see what the explosion had been.

The sound had come from the direction of Roman’s kingdom. That was where Patton would expect it to have come from, but it didn’t make it any less concerning. He smelled some kind of strange smoke as he hurried down the hallway.

“Roman, kiddo? Are you okay?” Patton called. “What happened here?”

Roman’s door was cracked open. A dark greyish-purple smoke wafted out into the hall and Patton coughed, waving it away. He pushed the door open.

“Roman, what’s going…on…” Patton’s voice trailed off as he saw a sight he hadn’t expected.

The room looked like some part of a palace, the sweeping marble walls and ceilings making the disheveled Roman look very out of place. The creative side was sprawled on his back, covered in dust and ashes. He coughed a few times, sitting up. But his rumpled appearance wasn’t the most shocking part of the whole scene.

Summary: The thoughts had been growing, festering, from the start. He couldn’t tell anyone. They couldn’t know that he was one wrong step away from breaking down. Not Logan. Not logic. Never him. They couldn’t know. Or, well…

Pairing: Pre-Analogical.

Notes: I want to thank @ihateitwhenyourejustvague for beta-ing this for me! She’s awesome, and without her this would have so many more typos and grammatical errors. She’s an amazing writer, you can check out her fic here! (link to be added) or you can find it on her blog, along with other fics written by her.

Warnings: self-deprecating thoughts, breakdowns, a form of panic attack. Let me know if anything else needs to be tagged.

Summary: human au - It feels odd to be the one awake at 3AM while his partner, literally practically the embodiment of anxiety itself, rests peacefully beneath the covers beside him.

Warnings: just some mild princey angst. mentions of anxiety and past abuse.

Word count: 2088

Pairings: Prinxiety (Roman/Virgil)

Tag List: (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed) @monikastec@persepinecone @horsesquid @sassy-and-messy @ilivetoexist@lizaelsparrow @galaxy-warping@insanityandimperfection @musikasworld@sander-fander-sides  @swlotakulady34 @llamaavocado@applecannibal@helloisthisusernametaken @wildhorsewolf@justanotherpurplebutterfly @beautifully-terribly @awkward-avocado-of-death@ab-artist @toujours-fidele @an-awkward-gay @anaveragegayfan@gingergiraffe101 @i-just-punched-malfoy @useless-asexual273

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It’s always difficult for him to identify what is causing the cinder block of pain weighing down his heart. Sometimes, he can just ignore it and go about his day until his friends and his lover unknowingly cheer him up enough for the feeling to dissipate. But in the middle of the night, it’s hard to get that reassurance. In the middle of the night, he can’t simply go about his day as if nothing is wrong. All he can do it sit and think, which, admittedly, has never been his forte.

Title: Rain, Rain, Go Away

Pairing(s): platonic prinxiety 

Word Count: 559

Summary: I’ve seen many fics and theories about Virgil loving the rain and finding it calming. As someone who finds rain terrifying because there have been many floods in my area, I wanted to write about Virgil being afraid like me. Enjoy!

The light tapping sound of the rain pitter-pattering on the roof was enough to distract Virgil from what he was reading on his phone. None of the other sides seemed to be affected by it, just Virgil. He could already feel his heart rate quicken and his palms start to sweat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before grabbing his headphones and putting them on. He played his music so that he couldn’t hear the rain. 

This worked for a while… until it started to rain harder. The rain was now battering the roof and every once in a while, a flash of lightning lit up the dark, cloudy sky, followed by a loud roar of thunder. Virgil tried turning up the volume of his music, but it didn’t drown out the sound. 

“Virgil, are you alright? You look like something spooked you,” Patton said, taking notice to the panicked look on Virgil’s face. Virgil hesitantly lowered his headphones to around his neck and tried to give Patton a reassuring smile. 

“I-I’m fine…” he said, his voice shaking. This caught Roman’s attention. He put down the mirror he was looking in and swung his legs off of the armrest of the chair he sat in and sitting up properly. 

“Tell us what’s bothering you,” Roman said, then added in a mumble, “so I can destroy it.” 

Virgil was about to claim he was okay once more when the rain seemed to pour down even harder. Virgil couldn’t hide the fear evident in his eyes. He put up the hood of his jacket and tried to calm down. 

Roman stood up and walked over to Virgil. He sat down next to him, being careful about not sitting too close. That ended up not mattering, however, because as soon as Virgil realized Roman was there, he practically jumped into his arms, clinging onto him. Virgil associated Roman with bravery, drama, and protection. 

“Roman is safe. Roman is safe. Roman protects. Roman is safe,” Virgil kept repeated quietly to himself. Roman was touched that Virgil thought of him as a safe place. He wrapped his arms around Virgil and gently rubbed his back. 

This continued until the rain ceased. At this point, Patton and Logan had left to do their own thing, leaving Virgil and Roman alone. Virgil didn’t realize the rain was gone right away, and Roman almost didn’t want to tell him. Roman lived for physical affection. And to get some from Virgil?!?! This was a dream come true. But Roman knew Virgil was scared, and Roman wanted him to feel relaxed again. 

“Hey, Virge… the rain stopped,” he whispered. Virgil opened his eyes and sat up a little, realizing Roman was right. He got off of him, feeling sort of embarrassed. 

“S-sorry…” he said. 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s my job to protect,” Roman told him. “But Virgil, if I may ask, why are you afraid of the rain? I would think you’d like the rain.” 

“I don’t understand how people find it calming,” Virgil said. “Especially when it’s raining really hard. All I can think about when I hear the rain is flooding.” 

“I understand,” Roman said. “If you’re ever scared, I’ll be here for you, okay? Just come and find me and I will do whatever you need me to.” 

Title: There, You’re Cured

Ships: Logicality

Word Count: 1,181

Warnings: None

Brief Summary: After accidentally breaking one of Roman’s mirrors, Logan starts experiencing a lot of bad luck. 

Being the kind of trait he was, only focusing on facts and what scientific things, Logan was never one to believe in superstitions. They didn’t make any sense. There was no way there could be any correlation between random actions and your luck. Stepping on a crack couldn’t possibly cause one’s mother to break her back. Stepping under a latter in no way negatively affected how the rest of your day would go. Holding your breath while passing a cemetery definitely didn’t add seven years to your life. But his disbelief in superstitions vanished one day thanks to a mirror. 

“Logan, be a doll and fetch my hand mirror, would you?” Roman said. 

Logan had been through this scenario too many times before to argue. Instead, he just got up from his seat and went to get Roman’s mirror. On his way back to the kitchen a shout from one of the other sides startled him so much that he dropped the mirror. He cringed as it clattered on the floor, shattering into a million pieces. 

“Dang it!” he said, going to get a dust pan and broom to clean up the mess before anyone got hurt by the tiny shards. 

“What happened?” Roman said, poking his head in the room. “I heard a crash.” 

“Apologies, but I have accidentally dropped your mirror,” Logan said, sweeping up the mess. 

“Have a fun next seven years,” Virgil mumbled, stepping into the room. 

“Sorry about that, Roman,” Logan said. 

“It’s no bother, I have at least twenty others,” Roman assured him. “What you really need to worry about is the bad luck coming your way.”

“What are you talking about?” Logan questioned. 

“Don’t you know? If you break a mirror, the next seven years will be your worst  nightmare,” Virgil warned with a devious smirk. 

“Preposterous,” Logan scoffed. “That’s just a silly superstition. It doesn’t mean anything.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Virgil said, he and Roman sharing a mischievous look. 

“Whatever you say,” Logan shrugged. 

Later that day, while Logan was standing over the sink, washing his plate and  reading a very interesting book, Princey purposely bumped into him, causing the book he was reading to fall into the sink. The water was still running so the pages got completely soaked. 

“Seems like that bad luck is starting up,” Roman said as Logan retrieved his book. 

“No, that was simply one unfortunate event. It has nothing to do with your mirror,” Logan insisted. 

While Roman was busy downstairs with Logan and his book, Virgil was in the logical trait’s bathroom, replacing his bottle of shampoo with an empty one and doing the same with all other containers in his shower. While he was at it, he also put a rip in his towel. 

Roman snuck onto his laptop and disorganized some of his files. 

Virgil gave him a cracked cup that leaked all over his shirt at dinner. 

By the end of the day, all Logan wanted to do was collapse onto his bed and just sleep forever. Unfortunately, his pajamas were all dirty—though he swore yesterday he had at least three clean pairs—meaning he would have to sleep in his clothes and he just now noticed the huge coffee stain on his sheets. 

He put his dirty pajamas and sheets in the wash, thinking he might as well, and went back to his room to sleep on the bare mattress. Before he got to his door, he bumped into Patton. 

“Hey, Logan!” the fatherly trait said cheerfully. “Why are you still in your clothes this late?” 

“My pajamas are all dirty, so I have to sleep in my clothes, but I doubt I will get any sleep because I need to clean my sheets as well,” Logan explained. 

“Well, would you like to sleep with me in my room?” Patton offered. “I can let you borrow one of my pairs of pajamas.” 

“That would be great, thank you,” Logan said with a small smile. Patton had this way of making everything better. It seemed he could fix anything, although Logan knew that wasn’t possible. 

Speaking of not possible, Logan was beginning to doubt his previous stance on superstitions being impossible to be true. His day had been significantly worse than usual. Maybe there was something to this mirror thing. 

The next morning, Logan pulled a fresh shirt off its hanger, pulling all of the other shirts with it. He watched in disbelief as all of his other shirts crumpled on the floor.

Patton hated to see Logan so disgruntled, so he went to Roman and Virgil to find out how to lift his bad luck curse.

“I just hate seeing him like this,” Patton said as he, Roman, and Virgil sat on his bed. 

“Well, there’s no way to fix it,” Virgil said with a shrug, though he knew eventually he and Roman would lay off the guy. 

“Actually,” Roman countered, a bright smile on his face. “There is one way.” Virgil raised an eyebrow at his fellow trait, wondering what he could be getting at.

“Really? Please tell me! I want Logan to be happy,” Patton said. 

“Logan’s bad luck will be reversed if, and only if, he receives a true love’s kiss,” Roman claimed. Virgil grinned at this. Both he and Roman thought those two would be adorable together. 

“But how am I supposed to find his true love?” Patton whimpered. 

“Don’t you see, Patton,” Roman said, taking the fatherly trait’s hands. “You are his true love.” Patton immediately turned red.

“M-me?” he questioned. The others nodded. 

“Yes, so all you have to do is kiss Logan and all will be well again,” Roman claimed. 

“Okay,” Patton said nervously, getting up to find Logan. As soon as he was gone, Virgil and Roman high fived. 

Patton found Logan sitting on the couch in the living room, looking gloomier than Patton had ever seen him. He took a seat next to him and wrapped comforting arms around him in a hug. 

“I just wish I knew how to break this curse,” Logan mumbled. 

“I know how to,” Patton said shyly. Logan looked up.

“Really?” he asked hopefully. 

“Yeah, Roman told me how,” Patton said. 

“How?” Logan asked desperately. 

“Well…” Patton said, awkwardly looking at his lap. “You have to… Uh, we gotta… I…” Patton gave up on his incoherent mumbles and just went for it, pressing his lips against the others. The kiss was very quick, as Patton was afraid Logan would hate it, but when he looked into his eyes again, he found no sign of resentment or disgust, just surprise and… love. 

“There, you’re cured,” Patton said quickly before standing up to run back to his room. Before he could leave, however, Logan grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward him, kissing him again. This kiss lasted longer and had much more passion than the first. It was the best thing either trait had ever experienced. 

Roman was sitting on the couch, curled up in blanket, tears falling from his eyes as he watched sleeping beauty when Virgil walked into the family room. He found this rather odd considering Sleeping Beauty was not a sad movie, especially not the Once Upon A Dream scene, which was currently playing. Concerned for his good friend, Virgil snatched the remote and paused the movie.

“What’s wrong, Roman?” he asked. 

“Hey! Unpause it!” Roman told him, trying to grab the remote. Virgil tossed it onto the other couch and as Roman ran to get it, he caught him and pulled him toward him. 

“What’s wrong?” Virgil repeated. “Why are you crying?”

Roman stayed silent, looking at the floor. 

“Roman. You know we’re not supposed to hide our feelings. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you,” Virgil said. 

“I want what Patton and Logan have,” Roman admitted. “They’re both so happy to be together and I want someone to love me like that. But nobody ever will. It’s like I’m cursed…” 

SANDERS SIDES APPRECIATION MONTH

LOGAN APPRECIATION WEEK

A/N: So I’m also counting this as a request fulfilled! An anon requested some romantic Logince, and so I killed two birds with one stone! I hope you enjoy it! It’s a bit short, but it’s sweet and fluffy! I used to ship Logince  A LOT, but I’ve definitely shifted more towards Analogical. Happy Reading!

CHALLENGE C: Pay homage (write/draw) to a Logan/Side ship you used to ship more than you do now! Or if you don’t ship Logan with anyone, write or draw Logan platonically bonding with a side you don’t normally see him spending time with!

Logan sighed, rolling out of bed, his alarm blaring from his desk. He was tired after staying up to stargaze that night, but he knew a little coffee and breakfast would help him shake the groggy feeling.

The slightest bit of light was filtering through the curtains, and the wind filtered through the cracked window.

“Turn it off!” Roman whined from beneath the covers. “I need my beauty sleep!” He pulled the covers up higher, disappearing under them. He was not a morning person, usually deciding to sleep until noon on his own.

The Logical side couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend’s antics. “Roman,” he sat down on the edge of the bed. “You’re always beautiful. Sleep would not necessarily help with that. Though I suppose-”

“Shhhh,” Roman mumbled, pulling his boyfriend back down beside him. “You can just say I’m always beautiful and stop there.” He wrapped around Logan like a koala.

“Or a boa constrictor,” Logan thought, trying to wiggle out of his partner’s arms. “Come on, Ro,” he laughed lightly. “I always get up at 6. I have things to do today.”

Whining, Roman latched on tighter. “Stay? Just for a little longer, my dear? Please?” He flashed his best puppy dog eyes at Logan, who instantly melted.

“I suppose a few more minutes couldn’t hurt.” He relaxed into Roman’s arms, smiling softly.

“What about an hour?” Roman prodded, laying his head on his boyfriend’s bare chest, placing a soft kiss there. Looking up at him, hopefully.

Logan couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from his lips. “Now you’re pushing it, my prince. Can’t you just accept a few minutes? We have work to do.” The plans for the day involved video planning and script writing, something that would require both of their talents.

Groaning in defeat, Roman curled up again Logan. “You’re the only person I can stand losing to,” he chuckled. He hummed in contentment as Logan’s fingers ran through his hair. “But c’mon, Lo! It’s pretty great having your own Sleeping Beauty, huh?”

“It is certainly an experience, my dear,” Logan admitted hugging his boyfriend closer to him. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“And they call me a hopeless romantic!” Roman teased. “I love you, Logan.”

“I love you too, Roman,” Logan whispered softly. He listened as his boyfriend’s breathing started to even back out, becoming slow and steady. He smiled, realizing that he didn’t have the heart wake his boyfriend back up, so they’d be in bed for a while longer.

General taglist below the cut! <- Let me know if you’d like to be added!

bitch you thought I wouldn’t do a cute prompt,,,, you thought wrong

Pairing: analogical

Word count: 400 something idfk

Warnings: some minor anxiety and tiny death mentions, otherwise it’s straight (ha) fluff

Virgil shrugged on his jacket and jingled his keys nervously in his hands. He didn’t want to leave. He was going to be gone for a while, and he didn’t want to leave. Four months of solitude and for what? A freaking job offer? Why had he even taken it up?

Logan would argue that it wasn’t solitude because technically there were many other people who would be working on set, and he would have to be working with actors constantly, but at the same time… Logan wouldn’t be there. The main source of constancy in Virgil’s life would be thousands of miles away, living in their adorably quaint apartment in Montana, while Virgil was all the way in fucking London. But it was a “good job” and a way for Vi to get away from all of the bison, Logan reasoned.

It was so far. And Virgil loved living in the nature! Montana was perfect, and it was only a few hour drive to Yellowstone, where Logan worked over the winter while Virgil was at school, and he didn’t really want to leave. How much would change in the four months he was gone? What if Logan decided that he loved someone else and just ditched him? Or maybe Logan would get laid off, and he became homeless without Virgil there to help? Or maybe the plane would crash, and Virgil would never be able to see Logan again? What if?

“Hey, Virgil?” Logan’s soft voice ripped him out of his trance.

“Yeah?”

“You look worried.”

Virgil smiled gently. “Just mildly panicking about stuff that could go wrong.” It wasn’t untrue, but Logan’s eyes squinted suspiciously.

“Are you having cognitive distortions again?”

“Uh… No?” Oh, so convincing.

“Just this once, tell me what’s going on? I might be able to help.” And Logan’s stupidly perfect brown eyes with his stupidly perfect and swoopy brown hair entranced Virgil enough to spill his guts to his stupidly perfect boyfriend. Who, of course, listened silently and nodded at all the right parts.

“A kiss for good luck?” Logan asked quietly, taking Vi’s hand in his own. “They always calm you down when I leave.”

Summary:

“You know,” Patton said thoughtfully, “I’m pretty sure a lot of–how old are you? Eighteen? Nineteen?”

“Eighteen.”

“I’m pretty sure a lot of eighteen-year-olds aren’t too sure about what it’s all for. I mean, really, I doubt anyone is sure,” mused Patton.

“But I don’t see a point to it all,” Logan said, frustrated.

“Aren’t you curious, though? Don’t you want to know what people are gonna do next?” Patton asked. “What the next scientific advancements are gonna bring? Someone might breed a brand-new, adorable type of dog. Someone else might find the cure for cancer. And there might be a really good cake at the next birthday party you go to. Isn’t it enough just to see it all happen?”

Pairings: Platonic Logicality (mainly), platonic LAMP/CALM and other pairings in the background

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, intent, and behavior (that’s the big one here), self-endangering behavior, adrenaline seeking, depression and accompanying symptoms (difficulty getting out of bed, disruption in appetite), existential thoughts, crying, panic attacks, implied neglectful/ emotionally insensitive parents, vaguely implied abusive parents (blink and you’ll miss it), mentions of bullying, mentions of homophobia, mention of nightmares, food mentions, and some very emotional math.

Word Count: 11,254 (it’s a whopper)

Notes: Uh, so…I wasn’t having a good morning a couple of days ago so I sat down to write. Two days and 11K words later, I present to you this whopper of a human AU one-shot, in which Logan is also Not having a good day and Patton tells him a lot of things that Logan and I both kinda needed to hear. Do pay attention to the warnings–the fic is dark, I’m not gonna lie. But it really was written as an uplifting thing for me and I intend for it to have a message of hope, not despair. In case you need to know more specifics to know if it will be bad for you to read, you can message me for content details. Stay safe, and stay in the equation, my friends. I love you very much. <3 ~Martin

Sitting on the outside of the railing on the bridge always made Logan feel a little less empty inside. The walking trail was almost always completely deserted–the entrance was overgrown with thorn bushes and unless one knew it was there, they would walk right past it on the sidewalk by the busy street.

But if one ducked underneath the thorn bushes and walked for about a mile on the sandy path sprouting with dandelions and grass, one would find themself standing on a metal bridge over a fairly deep ravine. Depending on the time of year, the stream that ran through the ravine would either be a tiny trickle or almost a river. It was springtime–the snowmelt from the mountains and the recent thunderstorms had swelled the stream to its full potential. The surface of the water was only about four meters underneath the bridge, and a little less than that below Logan’s dangling feet.

Summary: Roman can’t handle criticism. Patton thinks there might be more to it than that.

Pairing: Royality, written as platonic but honestly could go either way because these boys are so fond of displays of affection.

Warnings: Insecurity, discussion about ADHD and RSD (rejection-sensitive dysphoria), Patton being aggressively supportive and loving.

Word Count: 3,603

Notes: I’ve kinda been thinking that Roman might have RSD for a while now but honestly, yesterday’s video confirmed it and I really wanted to write something about it. Ended up being set in a fairly generic human AU. Pretty much angst and fluff equally because it just be like that okay? Hope you like it! <3 ~Martin

In all honesty, Patton’s remark shouldn’t have set him off like this. It just wasn’t fair how the tiniest little criticism made his chest feel like it was on fire and his heart ache and tears spring to his eyes. He had learned to hide it pretty well by this point, or at least to pass it off as a joke. He knew that if he didn’t, everyone would just sigh and complain that he couldn’t take constructive criticism. But they didn’t understand, it hurt. It was physically painful in his stomach and his chest, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

Roman hadn’t expected that it would be Patton who finally sent him over the edge, though. Patton had always supported him, almost unconditionally, the way a parent was supposed to. He would step in and soothe whatever squabble the others had gotten into, somehow making everyone feel valid and listened to. But this time, he had been the one to shoot Roman’s idea down, and Roman just didn’t know how to handle it.

Prompt: “Platonic Moxiety with #30 on the first link (platonic/brotp prompts)?” from @mc-animated

                  –30. “I have invented a new game–No, it’s nothing like the last game. That one was just a bad idea.”

Pairing: Platonic/paternal Moxiety

Genre: pure fluff with a small side of mild angst

Word Count: 1,278

Warnings: having a bad day for no real reason, unsafe kitchen practices, mentions of glue, implied insecurities, Scrabble.

Patton walked into the kitchen, a small frown on his face. He had called for Virgil, and…the kitchen was where his response had come from. Right? But the room was empty.

“Virgil?” he said.

“Yeah?”

Startled, Patton looked around.

“Wrong direction. Up here.”

Patton looked up, and bit back a giggle. “What are you doing up there, kiddo?”

Prompt:  Could you maybe please do either Analogical or lamp/calm with Logan being v overworked and not knowing that with all the work he’s doing it’s causing him to freak out a lot and Virgil understanding and helping him with music and stuff (and if it’s lamp/calm them all of the slowly getting him to be better?) – @deadinsidebutliving​

Pairing: Analogical (platonic or romantic)

Word count: 2,595

Warnings: Overworking, sleep deprivation, anxiety attack, feelings of inadequacy. Let me know if there’s anything else!

Music: I suggest listening to this while you read!

“Hey, Logan.”

The voice broke into Logan’s mind and shattered his concentration, making him jump. The stack of Roman’s scribbled ideas that he was trying to make sense of flew everywhere off his desk. Letting out a cry of dismay, Logan leapt to his feet and tried to gather up the papers before any of them could fly out of the open window.

“Whoa, someone’s on edge. And it isn’t me, for once.” Virgil grabbed a handful of papers off the floor and placed them back on Logan’s desk in a neat pile.

“I’m not on edge,” Logan said snippily. “You startled me, that’s all. You can be very startling.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told.”

“What is it that you want, Virgil?” Logan asked.

Summary: Roman hasn’t spoken to his former best friend, Logan, in nearly two years. He has pretty much given up hope on ever making up, when he gets a call in the middle of the night asking for help. Human AU, high school/college.

Pairings: Platonic Logince, background platonic Moxiety and CALM

Warnings: Off-screen/discussed violence, description of injuries and first aid (nothing too graphic), mention of a knife, food, undereating, discussion of being mugged, nightmares, a bit of crying, a significant but not excessive amount of swearing, talking about feelings (yuck).

Word Count: 6,753

Notes: This is the first Logince focused fic I’ve written and I’m honestly really nervous about posting it? It was a spur of the moment idea and I wasn’t positive where I was going with it (there is a…slight possibility of a sequel, but idk), but the wonderful @a-lexicon-of-words assured me that it was good, so…enjoy! The title comes from a lyric in the song “Solla Sollew” from Seussical the Musical, make of that what you will (actually it’s explained in the fic). Anyway, hope you like it!

To be entirely honest, Roman hadn’t thought that Logan had meant it when he had said he was never speaking to him again. But he should never have underestimated his best friend’s stubbornness, because four months later at graduation, not a single word had been exchanged between them. And after that lonely summer, Roman was sure it was too late. Logan really was gone.

Eventually, Roman could see that it was his fault as well. And over something so stupid as the dumb writing competition. He shouldn’t have used the story that they had worked on together for months without telling Logan (or putting his name on it). The $50 prize money hadn’t been worth it, but he wished he had gotten the chance to tell Logan that he had always intended to split the money if he had won. Instead, the money was still sitting in an envelope in his dresser. He didn’t have the heart to spend it.

He was packing for college when he found it again. He held the envelope to his chest, feeling a lump rise in his throat. It had been seven months since Logan had talked to him. Roman missed him so much. He put the envelope in his backpack and continued packing through the tears clouding his vision.

Roman left for college the next day. Patton, who was one year behind him and still friends with both him and Logan, tentatively informed him that Logan had left the week before. Roman pretended not to care, but that made it real, didn’t it? Logan didn’t even say goodbye.

Summary: A period of creative block leaves Roman unable to move or speak, and the other Sides find him in this state for the first time.

Pairings: Platonic LAMP/CALM

Word Count: 4,646

Warnings: Loss of autonomy, non-verbality, mention of panic attacks, mention of migraines, mildly implied body horror, insecurity (it’s Roman), crying, a couple of uninspired puns.

Notes: This is based off of this headcanon post by @deceitfuldee, which I saw and immediately went !!!!! good angst right there, gotta write about it. I was originally going to try and focus on Prinxiety but, well, this is me, and it somehow turned into more Royality. Hope you like it! <3 ~Martin

“Roman has been gone a long time,” Virgil remarked. He stirred some sugar into his coffee, trying to keep a worried expression off his face. “I know we’ve been struggling with our new video, but he’s been spending too much time in his room.”

“Now, kiddo, you know he does his best work when he’s off on his quests,” Patton replied.

“Okay, but we haven’t seen him in three days. I’m…concerned.” Virgil sat down at the table and sipped the coffee. “What do you think, Logan?”

“Well, Roman occasionally has locked himself in his room before, when we are suffering from a creative block,” Logan said without looking up from his book. “He usually returns within a couple of weeks, no worse for wear. It is probably best not to disturb him.”

“Hasn’t happened since I’ve been spending time with you guys, that’s all. You sure we shouldn’t check on him?” Virgil said.

“Tell you what, Virge, if we haven’t heard from him before tomorrow night, we’ll pop into his room and make sure he’s doing alright. Just know that he can get a little grumpy when we come into his room without being invited,” Patton said.

Virgil sighed. “Okay. Tomorrow night.”

“He has always been fine before, no matter how long he has been gone,” Logan assured him. “Really, I do not think you have anything to worry about. Roman will be fine.”

Summary: Virgil is afraid of thunderstorms and tries to wake up his boyfriend, Roman, which is easier said than done. (I saw this prompt and was inspired.)

Pairings: romantic Prinxiety, mentions of platonic Analogical

Word Count: 2,570

Warnings: thunderstorms and fear of thunderstorms, slight panicking, kissing, some insecurity, general awkwardness, and slight miscommunications because it’s a high school AU and they’ve been dating for 2 weeks.

Notes: I never really expected to write any romantic Prinxiety and yet here we are. Enjoy! <3 ~Martin

The thunder was so loud. It sounded like distant explosions, tiny nuclear bombs in the clouds. Virgil could see streaks of bright lightning out his window. He whimpered, holding his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

Boom! The thunder came again. Virgil flinched and dove underneath all of his covers, trembling.

It’s just sound, Virgil told himself. It can’t hurt you. But his fear wasn’t rational, and reasoning with it didn’t seem to be helpful.

He wondered if Roman, his best friend and, as of two weeks ago, boyfriend, had been woken up by the storm as well. Roman’s house was overrun with relatives staying for a family reunion, so his brother Patton had gone to sleep over at his friend Elliot’s house, and Roman had come to stay Virgil for a few days. For honor’s sake (so Roman claimed), he was sleeping on the couch, despite Virgil trying to insist that he take the bed. Neither of them had been brave enough to suggest sharing.

Summary: Sometimes, Patton can’t help but feel like he’s not wanted. Sometimes, he needs to be told how much he is loved.

Pairings: platonic LAMP/CALM

Word Count: 3,551

Warnings: Self-isolation, insecurity, Deceit mention, Patton being sad, some crying.

Notes: This is a (slightly belated) birthday present for the lovely @a-lexicon-of-words, who wanted something about the rest of the Sides telling Patton how much they love and value him. I was more than happy to oblige. Patton deserves all the love. And so do you, Alexis! Happy birthday! <3 ~Martin

“They love me, they love me not. They love me, they love me not,” Patton sang to himself, plucking individual petals off of an infinitely re-growing dandelion. “They love me, they love me not.”

He was sitting in the memory of a park. It was a warm memory, a pleasant memory, one that didn’t even make him feel overly nostalgic–just happy. And true happiness wasn’t very easy for him to come by these days.

It wasn’t that he was depressed, or…or ungrateful. Thomas’s life was wonderful. Patton loved what he was doing, he loved his friends and his fans. And he loved his family. But sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if they loved him back.