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[pixie88]

Tease

Chapter 9 - Together - Adam & Ellie.

A/N: Thank you again for proof reading and scene ideas lovely @aussieez​ you are a star! This chapter I wrote the NSFW scene after I had a few drinks Friday night, so I hope I got all the mistakes out. It also includes something that happened to me in RL I’ll leave it up to you to guess what it is haha. Hopefully you find it funny as I have we need to laugh atm. I hope you like it!

If you like it let me know or if you don’t still tell me why I won’t be offended!

I am only tagging those who have asked to be tagged in this new series from now on as I don’t want to annoying people with tags. So Let me know if you would like to be tagged and if I missed anyone sorry just let me know!  

Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.

Song: Sia - Helium

Word count: 2123

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Fluffy fluff, NSFW, Mild Angst & adult language.

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy!

After Nina and I had our nails done we did a bit of baby clothes shopping followed by lunch, which after Nina had a few drinks, so it turned into dinner too "Nina, can I tell you something?"

"Of course sweetie!"

"You can't tell Al! Adam and I were thinking Charlie could have Alistair as a middle name. Do you think he'll like it?"

"Oh, Ellie he will love that. That's so sweet!" she gets up and hugs me.

"Did you hear that Charlie bear you are going to be named after the two greatest men you could wish for"

I tear up a little "Nina, that's a lovely thing to say!"

She hugs me again "Aww Ellie, I didn't mean to make you cry, but let me elaborate on that"

I laugh wiping my tears "Ellie, I can tell your dad must have been a great man because you are a sweet girl and you adore my Adam. This is why I know you two will be great parents" This makes me even more emotional.

We finally get back about half 10 Adam and Al are already in bed, I open our bedroom door expecting him to be asleep, but I'm greeted by him in bed in just his boxers on his phone, he gives me that gorgeous smile "Did you have a good day beautiful?"

I start getting undressed "Hey, yeah, it was such a laugh your mum, and she's super sweet"

"She has a soft spot for you," he laughs while his eyes roam my body as I strip down to my underwear.

I climb into bed next to him, "What did you and your Dad get up to?" he pulls me towards him.

"Dad took me golfing, which reminds me. Mum has her book club tomorrow night and Dad has a darts night, so we have the house to ourselves" Charlie starts kicking, he hates it when I lay on my side.

I run my hand over my bump "Come on Charlie, Mumma just wants to cuddle up to your Daddy" I roll onto my back.

Adam's hand runs over my bump, his lips follow "Hey, You go easy on mummy" he whispers before laying back next to me "So this morning it wasn't very nice to tease" his hand circles my bump as he is laid on his side.

I smirk "It wasn't very nice to trick me at the pub either"

He kisses my nose "Well, you have started something now I'll finish it" He runs his fingers under and along the waistband of my underwear his touch is electrifying, I try to control my breathing.

His lips brush along my pulse line (Fuck! Do not let him win!) His hand slips into my underwear "I'm not going to make love to you Ellie" He parts my folds (God!) I bite my lip trying not to act bothered, he nips my collarbone.

His fingers enter me, I take another deep breath "So, who won at golf?" I try to change the subject.

I feel him smirk against my neck "We drew but right now I want to focus on making you come"

I laugh, "Adam!"

He speeds up his pace, I roll onto my side now Charlie has calmed down and I slip my hand into his boxers. I grasp him, work my hand along his hard shaft as my lips crash against his.

"My plan hasn't worked, I...oh god fuck..I was supposed to tease you and leave you wanting more...but..." his tongue tangles with mine.

I smile against his lips "But what?"

I speed up my pace "God...Ellie,"

I'm getting to him, "Come on Adam! I thought you were going to tease me?" I grasp his lip between my teeth.

He groans, "We've got to be quiet, baby, I don't want your parent to hear us" I pull his lips to mine again.

Both our paces speed up, we can't get enough of each other "Ellie come for me, so I can make love to you!"

"Not until you do!" I whisper against his lip.

He kisses me harder, firmer "I love you Ellie"

"Guess what?"

"God..what?"

I smile, "I love you too more than anything!" I can't hold back any longer "Yes, Adam Yes!!" I fall over the edge, and he hits his climax right after"Fuck baby!"

He pulls off his boxers and I help him remove my underwear as his body cover mine, he pushes pass my entrance.

"OH!! God..that's it! Yes!! Adam Fuck me!" my back arches of the bed I grip him tighter.

He grasps the head board, thrusting harder into me "Ellie, this is all I've been thinking about all day!"

"I have a secret for you...oh"

His lips move against my neck "Secret?"

"Uh huh, this is....all I've.....been thinking about all day too" his lips crash to mine.

He grasps my hips, moves faster against them "Oh god...I'm gonna..Ohhhhh" I hit my climax again.

"Yes, that it Ellie. God...Yes! Ellie!" We're both catching our breath he collapses onto the bed next to me.

"So, how did teasing me work out for you Adam?" I wink.

"Don't worry beautiful I'll get you back!"

I laugh, "We better clean up!"

I get off the bed and hold out my hand "Wanna join me in the shower handsome?"

"Depends on what you're asking?" he give me that grin.

"I'm asking you if you want to add extra steam to the shower?" I bite my lip knowing what this does to him. Adam jumps off the bed picks me up in a bridal carry and leads us to the bathroom.

~*~*~*~

The next evening his parent are out Adam has ushered me upstairs to get dressed up, he's cooking.

"Are you ready beautiful?" He calls up to me.

"I'm just finishing up now" I spray myself with perfume and make my way downstairs. It's smells amazing and beautiful every counter in the dining room is covered with tealight, lighting up the room.

"Wow this is gorgeous, Adam!"

He smiles "Glad you think so! I'll grab you a drink. Take a seat" I sit at the dining table and wait for him to come back.

"Apple juice for my gorgeous wife," he hands me the glass and pecks my lips "Right, have fun. I am shattered. I'll see you in the morning" he turns and walks out the room.

"Wait? What? Adam?" I heard his footsteps head up the stairs. (He's joking right?) I sit there confused for a couple of minutes, I pull out my phone and look for the nearest restaurant.

I grab my keys and bag, just as I'm making my way to the door I hear, him coming down the stairs "Ellie, where are you going?"

"I'm going out for dinner as I thought we were having dinner here together, but I guess not," I try not to act bothered but the tone of my voice gives me away.

He gives me that smile and chuckles as he wraps his arms around me "I was messing with you, I was getting you back for yesterday, did you really think I went to all this effort to let it go to waste?"

"WHAT!? You thought that was funny?" I spit back at him before I pull away from him and walk out of the house and towards the car.

"Ellie, wait I'm sorry it was just a joke!"

He gently grabs my arm and spins me round to see the massive smile on my face "Gotcha!" I stick my tongue out at him.

"Now that was evil! I thought I had really upset you!"

I laugh, "No, but now you have to come up with something better than what you had planned"

He grins, "I just dug my own grave didn't I?"

"Well, that will teach you for playing a prank on me won't it! So, get thinking Mister!"

He kisses my nose "I think I have just the perfect idea grab a coat and blanket. I'm going to grab the food and a few other bits"

"Where are we going?" I call after him.

"It's a surprise" he throws me a smirk.

A few minutes later we are in the car, Adam is driving "You know your Mum made her own playlist yesterday. There was a song that kinda reminds me of us and everything we've been through lately"

"Oh, what song is that?"

I laugh, "She actually heard it in one of the Fifty shades films she watched with your Nan!"

His face turns to disgust "Thanks for that! I didn't really want to know they had seen those films"

"Come on, Adam every woman has seen it or read the books"

He looks over to me for a second "What about you? Have you watched or read them?"

I laugh, "Yeah, I read book one but skipped two and three. But I have seen all three films, I can't remember if it were the second or third film me and my friend Gemma got kicked out of the cinema for laughing and talking the whole way through!"

"You got kicked out of the cinema?"

"Yeah, there was this moody woman in front of us we were talking she kept shushing us. I think the finale straw was when he'd put Anna legs in this spreader bar on this bed then he flipped her from her back onto her front or the other way round. Gemma snorted and said if her husband John did that to her, she'd end up peeing herself especially after having her two kids. We were both howling. After that we were asked to leave"

He laughs, "I can say I've never been kicked out of a cinema! What was this song anyway?"

"I'll play it, hang on a second" I scroll through my recent playlist Sia - Helium press play.

His face lights up at the chorus "So, I'm your helium?"

I smile, "Yes, I think it would be prefect for our first dance song. What do you think?"

"I love it! It's perfect. My sassenach! We're here"

I look out of the window "Where are we?"

"Blackford Hill, we need to walk just 2 minutes that way. The view is stunning"

We finally got to the top "Wow, Adam this is beautiful!"

"I know, it's stunning isn't it?" He places a picnic blanket on the grass with a couple of cushions "Dinner with a view. Am I forgiven now?" we both take a seat.

I roll my eyes, "I suppose. but it depends on what you've made for dinner?"

"Well, you will definitely forgive me if it depends on dinner," he reaches over to thermal bag and pulls out a little tub as soon as he pulls off the lid I know what it is "I've never seen someone face light up so much over a beef hotpot!"

"Oh my god! Wait, so our romantic meal you got your mum to cook?"

He chuckles "Actually I make this, and she taught me how. I have the recipe so if it tastes exactly the same I can make it at home for you. So, try it"

I try a forkful (It tastes exactly like Ninas maybe even better) "Oh, wow... this is awful!"

His smile drops "Is it?" he takes the fork out of my hand and tries it "Ellie, you're mean"

I smirk "OK I lied. It tastes exactly like it if not better but you can't tell your mum I said that" we laugh.

After dinner we are laid back on the grass looking up at the stars, "You do know I will get you back for earlier!"

I hear a soft laugh escape from his lips as pulls me tighter against him "But for tonight we can call it a truce?"

"I suppose so! But watch your back!"

"Hey, have you see anyone walk pass since we got here?"

"No, why?"

"Good!" Before I can ask him what he means, he pulls the blanket completely over us, his body covers mine as he captures my lips.

"Adam! We can't! Not here! Someone might see us" I giggle.

"We better be quick then!" I can't deny him.

Later we get back to his parents "Looks like they aren't back yet!" He picks me up and walks us into the kitchen and places me down on the counter.

"Down boy! I draw the line at doing that in your parents' kitchen! What's the time?"

He pulls out his phone "I have a voicemail" puts it to his ear, his face drops.

"Adam, what's wrong?"

It's changed from shock to anger the phone is still against his ear "Adam, you're scaring me what's wrong?"

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 10.

@lem-20​ @aussieez​ @khoicesbyk​ @txemrn​ @shewillreadyou​ @irisofpurple​

#adam #adam x ellie #manchester

[michaelarowrites]

Hello! I recently finished Honor the Words and loved it!! I'm not quite sure of where to start, so here are some random comments and questions, in no particular order (many spoilers below):

1. Why didn't Toshiaki take Basho in the room with them when he was planning to kill Masaomi (in the lines from "Perhaps Basho and Hitokiri should stay outside" to "Fine then")? I was mainly confused about the fact that Toshiaki says Basho is "better groomed" in response to Masaomi's "Basho goes everywhere with you." It makes sense that he wouldn't want a very unkempt "Hitokiri" inside for various reasons, but then he doesn't really put up any resistance when Masaomi insists on taking Youji in. Since Hitokiri went in, wouldn't it make sense to also bring Basho? Or was Toshiaki just confident that he'd succeed in killing Masaomi regardless of the two bulgae?

2. I loved how parts of the MasaYou plot were conserved!! Masaomi and Youji getting to know each other has been absolutely adorable because Masaomi is so out of depth in some of these situations and he just keeps getting saved by Youji. (And this is really looking like a slow burn, I love it.) Can't wait to see the process of them growing closer—not only MasaYou, but the whole crew :)

3. On that note, it's looking like Masami + Youji and Hinami + Shiori at the moment, which is beautiful especially because we didn't get to see much of the latter in D:M. A living Shiori makes everything better. When I first read Shine the Brightest, it was interesting to have Shiori + Masaomi be the ones who knew each other already, because that changed their dynamic; Masaomi doesn't go through the whole "who is this person and how is she so fascinating" stage on-screen (or, at least not yet). I particularly like how Shiori gets—and stays—angry at him in Honor the Words. There's also a lot less of Youji's crush on/obsession with Hinami thus far, so I'm curious as to how things will unfold in the Masaomi + Shiori / Hinami + Youji direction. Is it going to be an OT4 this time, or two pairs? (Please ignore that question if it'd be a huge spoiler.)

4. Kyouhei's dialogue was highly entertaining to read; his word choices were so hilariously absurd. Was it difficult to write?

5. I love the cover! Thank you for the kind mention, it was a very pleasant surprise :D I'm looking forward to cover art of Youji's true form! And Shiori's!

6. I just saw the previous ask and OMG YES there's going to be more books! Hopefully many more books, I will buy all the books!!!

Oops, that was a long ramble. I may send a second ask if another thought pops up. Until then, please take care! Thank you for yet another wonderful story!

—Jay

P.S. I have figured out how to embed images!

Thank you so much, friend! I didn't know you had a tumblr, I would have included that in the acknowledgements page had I known =) It is so amazing to see someone has copies of my books, so thank you so much for sharing that photo.

I realized after the other question ask that I should probably have a spoilers tag for this books, so now there's the #htw spoilers tag.

SO SPOILERS AHEAD! And under the cut.

1) Basho was in the room! Youji kills him too. It's pretty quick and easy to miss though, so sorry that was unclear! Toshiaki initially proposed Basho and Youji stay outside because he thought Masaomi would be suspicious if he said only Youji should stay behind. But since he thought it would be suspicious if he insisted, he also trusted that a) Basho would beat Youji, if necessary, because Basho was a pretty powerful fire dog and b) that Youji wouldn't actually want to help Masaomi. The Shiroryu's were pretty sure a fire dog would not feel loyal to Masaomi =)

2) Thank you! I really didn't want to just write the same story all over again, but I also wanted elements to be similar. And oh gosh this is turning out to be SUCH A SLOW BURN. So buckle up for a long ride here with everyone =)

3) You will find out! Hopefully. Hopefully I get to write all the books I would like to write for this. But since that is a huge spoiler, I will hold off on answering for now.

4) HIS DIALOGUE WAS SO HARD TO WRITE. I'm not even sure I did it justice. It required much use of a thesaurus.

5) Thanks again for connecting me to the cover artist!! I'm very happy with how it turned out.

6) I am so glad other people are interested in reading other books. Seriously, I cannot stress how much my interest in writing other books is directly correlated to reader feedback, so thank you so much. These asks have really helped motivate me in finishing book three!

Thank you again for reading and for all your lovely questions. If you have other asks, please feel free to send! I love hearing back from readers!!

#mikki writes #I have asks! and I'm answering them! #honor the words #The Magpie Chronicles #htw spoilers

[prettyboongi]

It Had to Be You

[A/N: Omigod guys! I’m so excited! This is my first series ever and hopefully not my last. The idea for this series came to me about when I first started this blog and it’s been stewing in my mind ever since. This series is really inspired by laidback coming of age films and my favorite childhood cartoons, so I’m definitely going for a more nostalgic feel. Also, I’m trying something a little different with my writing. I decided to write this with a somewhat American-esque setting, and with that names are going to written in the western way (ex. Taehyung Kim, Jimin Park, Jungkook Jeon). So keep that in mind. I really hope you guys enjoy this series and please feel free to give me feedback!]

Quick thanks to @soft-hard-peaches​ and @cheonjae-min​ for encouraging me to write this series <3

Reader x Taehyung (also including Jimin and Jungkook!)

Word Count: 1,749

Warnings: some strong language

First posted: 07.04.20

Chapter One: Dog Days Are Over

“What’s taking him so long?,” Taehyung whines as he leans his back against the large tree he and his friend Jungkook found shelter from. He takes out his flip phone to check the time. “He should be here by now.” 

Sitting down next to him, Jungkook looks up at Taehyung, “Didn’t he mention he had to run some errands with his mom?” 

Taehyung sighs. “Yeah but he texted me he was on his way to the park but that was 30 minutes ago!” 

Normally, the young boy wouldn't mind his best friend Jimin Park running late to their rendezvous. But today was their last day of summer vacation, before starting their first day of eight grade. So understandably, he wanted to enjoy the last bit of freedom as long as he could. 

Today was an especially hot mid-August afternoon. The torrid summer air made it feel as if your skin was baking from the uncomfortable heat, and the occasional breeze that came now and then barely served any justice. The large tree Taehyung and Jungkook were under did help shield some of the sun’s harsh rays from beaming down on them but still couldn’t protect them from the dry environment. Despite this torture, Taehyung actually liked days like this. It was so that a lot of people avoid going outside. Many overprotective moms often confine their children at home to avoid the possibility of heatstroke. With usually crowded places like the park only having a handful of people, Taehyung felt as if his small town was his domain. 

Jungkook began going over his excitement for his first day of sixth grade. He was absolutely giddy that he would finally be considered one of the big kids, although Taehyung reminded him he still had a long way to go. Taehyung tried his best to listen to Jungkook, only ending up drifting off to his own reverie. It was the sound of approaching footsteps that brought him back to the real world. 

“Sorry, I’m late,” Taehyung hears Jimin say before facing towards him. 

“It’s fine, let’s just hurry and-,” Taehyung stops himself when he sees that Jimin hadn’t come alone. Standing next to him was some girl about his height.  You were about the same height as Jimin, making you slightly shorter than Taehyung. You had your hair in a downward ponytail, and was wearing a faded red baseball tee with denim capri pants. Taehyung didn’t see anything spectacular about you, but then again he felt that way about most girls his age. 

Smiling at his two friends absentmindedly, it takes a moment before Jimin catches on to the awkward silence. 

“Oh yeah sorry,” Jimin says bashfully, rubbing the back of his head, “this is Y/N, she’s new here.” He then gestures to the two boys. “These are my best friends, Taehyung Kim and Jungkook Jeon.” 

“‘Sup?,” you greeted, giving a quick nod. 

Taehyung copies the same action as the new girl, “Nothing much.” Taehyung didn’t really know what else to say to Y/N; it wasn’t that he was shy or anything, he just really didn’t expect to meet anyone new. However the ever shy Jungkook stayed silent and tried to hide behind his older friend. 

"Do you mind if she tags along with us?"

"Nope, it's cool," Taehyung answered, hiding his annoyance. Taehyung really wanted to spend the last day of summer break with just his two best buds, not with some kid he didn't even know. As much as he wanted to send you back to where she came from, he also didn't want a dick and just kick you out. 

Taehyung pulled out his phone and checked the time again. "We better head to Moon's Comics before he closes for the day." 

"Yeah definitely," Jimin replies, "but on the way there, let's stop by the convenience store and get some slushies." 

Taehyung shoots him a dirty look. "Dude, you already so long to get here." 

"Come on, Taetae," Jimin cooed affectionately, "it's really hot today, we could all use one." 

Initially, Taehyung doesn't budge, and it didn't expect for you to chime in. 

"Yeah, Taetae," Y/N says in a mocking yet playful tone, "a little detour couldn't hurt. And I just got my allowance so it'll all be on me." 

Taehyung didn't know what to make of your generous offer. But he wasn't quick to refuse a free slushie. 

As the quartet made their way to the nearby convenience store, the conversation was primarily made up with getting to know you. You revealed that you were from the city and that you were sent to live with your aunt and grandma. 

“They own that one bookstore, across from the Tino’s Pizzeria,” Jimin informed Taehyung, “it was one of the places me and mom had to stop by earlier, and that’s where I was introduced to Y/N.” 

Taehyung was genuinely surprised. “I never knew  there was a bookstore around  there. And I go to Tino’s all the time.” 

Jimin shook his head. “Of course you didn’t, Tae. You don’t read.”

Taehyung glares at him while you stifled a giggle. Secretly, Taehyung had to admit: your giggle was pretty damn cute.  

You also revealed that you were the same age as Taehyung and Jimin, starting the 8th grade alongside them. At one point, you whispered to Taehyung, “Hey, what’s with Bambi?”, subtly gesturing towards Jungkook. 

“Oh that’s just he’s just really shy, especially around girls.” 

“Oh,” you responded understandably. However, that didn’t stop you from catching Jungkook’s attention and waving at him flirtily. This causes the poor kid to turn beet red and walk further away from the group. “Okay, he’s now my favorite.” 

The friendly ring of the convenience store door went as the four kids made their way out. Thanks to the generosity of the new girl, each person had a large cherry slushie in one hand and an additional treat of their choosing. 

"Thanks for treating us, Y/N," Jimin says to her with a big smile on his face. 

"Yeah, thanks," chimed Taehyung, "you really didn't have to." 

You took a sip from your slushie before responding to the two boys. "Oh it's no problem. This just means you guys owe me next time." You shoot them a playful smile. 

Noticing Jungkook hasn't said anything in awhile, Jimin turns to him. "Jungkook, don't you have something to say to Y/N." 

Jungkook stops mid-sip and quickly wipes his red stained mouth. "Um, thank you, Y/N," he says in a quiet voice. 

You then step close to Jungkook and pat his head gently. "You're very welcome, cutie." 

This tender gesture causes the sixth grader-to-be blush slightly and beam at you as if you were a divine goddess. Seeing this, Jimin quietly giggles to himself while Taehyung rolls his eyes. 

Despite the unexpected addition to the group, Taehyung's last day of freedom was a huge success. He got some tasty treats to enjoy on the way to the comic bookshop. There, he got a copy of the manga he wanted and a free poster from the owner, Mr. Moon, to congratulate him on starting the new school year. He honestly thought things couldn't get better. And it also felt nice to meet someone as cool as you. For the longest time, he's been comfortable with just his two best friends but now he couldn’t wait to see where this friendship with you will go. 

The gang were on their way back to the park to hang out for the rest of the day. Laughs filled the air as Taehyung was telling a story about his accidentally leaving him at the supermarket. When he noticed that you suddenly stopped in front of them, that's when he walks closer to you. 

"Hey, what's up?," he asks while studying the intense look on your face. When you didn't answer him, he turned his gaze ahead to see what you were so fixed on.  All he saw in front ahead was a couple, a boy and girl, sitting on a bench about two yards before Taehyung and you stood. They looked to be older teenagers and they were feeding each other french fries, all lovey dovey. The other cheesiness of the scene made Taehyung grimace. 

You turn to Taehyung and give him a mischievous smile. “Hey fellas,” she called out, “Watch this!” Before any of the boys could react, they saw you wind up your arm back -cherry slushie still in hand- and threw your drink right at the seated couple. 

In mere seconds, the couple was covered in the cold red goop, their expression in complete shock. The teenage boy looks towards the direction of where the slushie was thrown and ultimately finds the culprit. The moment the boy got up from the bench, Taehyung heard you shout, “Run”, as she had already made a head start. Before they knew it, the three boys were running for their lives, trying to make sure the angry teen doesn’t catch up to them and murder them. Taehyung did his very best to run at the same speed as you while you effortlessly were hauling serious ass. Jimin had some trouble catching up especially as he was pulling Jungkook’s arm, making sure he doesn’t fall behind. 

After a minute of running, the gang found a sewage tunnel to hide in, losing the angry teen completely. The sounds of their lingering pants echoes throughout the spacious tunnel. Once Taehyung’s breathing returned to it’s normal pace, he was suddenly filled with fierce irritation. 

“What the hell was that all about?!” he shouts at Y/N. 

Taehyung waited for an explanation from you, but you only responded with a fit of laughter. 

“Omigod, did you see the look on that dude’s face?!,” you guffawed, holding yourself as if you were going to topple over. 

The three boys stared at you in silence, totally flummoxed over the entire situation. However, you were too busy trying to die down your own laughing fit to even notice.

“Y/N,” Jimin said as you were quieting down, “Why did you throw your slushie at them?”

You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes before answering Jimin’s question. “Simple: because I thought it would be funny.” You shoot the three of them a devilish smirk. 

Taehyung's eyes widened at the girl he initially thought was easygoing and kind. But now he sees an entirely different person from before. He thinks to himself, “What is this chick’s deal?” 

#thehouseofbangtan #bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #bts x reader #reader x taehyung #fem!reader x taehyung #taehyung x female reader #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts crack #bts fluff #bts domestic au #bts childhood friends au #taehyung fanfic #jeon jeongguk

[stateofgrace1303]

My chronic illness, how it started.

*Can you guys please reblog and/or tag Taylor?? I really want her to read

this. I want this to get to her and I'll take any help I can get. I rarely ask this but it'd mean to world to me. I wanna get my story

out there (even if this is only a part of the entire story. The rest I

might post sometime if you guys want me too. I think I did include

everything I wanted to for now though). Just thank you all so much!!! I

love you all ❤*

(Im really sorry about how long this is. Its like a little novel. Plus I'm

OCD and tend to talk/rant until it feels just right... I just wanted to

share it with all of you, since its something I would've shared on TSL,

even though it'd probably be too long for there... But I wanted to share it

here because most of those swifties can be found on tumblr, and I want you

all to hear this... Maybe it'll even get to Taylor too. But please read if

you can. It'd mean a lot to me. Also I tried writing this but then it got

deleted when I tried posting it, so hopefully this one posts (I ended up trying to post this ALL DAY. I'm so glad it's finally up).)

Hey Swifties! So, I thought I would post this because its something I'd

post on TSL if it was still around, as I shared pretty much my whole life

on there, and I always found swifties very easy to talk to (plus you're all

just the nicest people)! So, I wanted to share this on here since most

swifties can be found on tumblr. I'm sure i talked a little bit about this

on tsl (my user was stateofgrace1303, same as on here and ig) but I wanted

to tell you guys more, especially because its getting so much more intense

now and like I said I've always found swifties very easy to talk to you.

Basically, when I was 12, my dad took me to see the RED tour at Gillette

Stadium. We had gone to see the Speak Now tour there and I had been

completely wonderstruck (no pun intended) by Taylor that night. I was 10 at

the speak now tour and had idolized Taylor since I was 6 and she put out

TOMG (and I was known as the Taylor Swift girl by now at my school). So

even though I was 10 I asked my dad, if I save up the money will you take

me to see her when she comes again? And he said yes. About 2 weeks before

the show, I had saved up enough. He didn't think i could do it, but I did.

So, I got tickets and we went to the tour. But when I was walking towards

the stadium (we had parked in a lot right down the street), my vision

became weird, almost like tunnel vision although nothing was turning black

around the edges of my vision. My feet looked very far away from me.

Suddenly, a rush of dizziness came over me and instinctively i grabbed onto

my dads arm to keep from falling down. He asked if I was okay and I could

barely get out words for some reason. I was starting to sweat and we

thought maybe i was dehydrated, so we got into the stadium as quickly as

possible. I was gripping onto everything around me to keep from falling,

but eventually we got into the stadium and I got some water. We had seats

on the field, so that's where I was, drinking some water when suddenly I

was pretty sure I was going to throw up. It was starting to get super

uncomfortable so my dad brought my to the first aid, which was actually

right at the enterance on the field. So when we went in there my dad told

them what was going on and they all looked at me weird and said "people

never get sick. We usually treat bee stings and allergic reactions. We

almost never have people get sick" which actually surprised me. But, they

took me back and laid me down. Almost immediately I started puking. The

nurse I had actually had just had a baby and had some anti nausea

medication on her. So, she gave me that but it didn't work. And I just got

worse. My dad went to find me something to eat so I'd have something in my

stomach. He came back with some chips and iced/frozen lemonade but I threw

up every time. I was so dizzy at this point I was gripping onto the bed

they had me on and puking my guts out, as well as sweating a lot. After a

while, as it only got worse, they actually thought I might have had food

posioning and asked what I ate. But there they noticed something. I was

completely white. Like white as a ghost. Except for my lips, which were

turning blue. And I was struggling to breathe. They wanted to take me to

Boston Childrens and my dad asked if I wanted to, but it was Taylor. I

couldn't miss it. So I said no for that reason. But actually, everyone at

the stadium was trying to get me tickets for the show the next night as she

was playing two nights. Security guards, the nurses, my dads girlfriend...

But nobody could get tickets in the end which was okay. But later my dad

went and for a list of everybody's set times. I had been in first aid for

about an hour at this point. He came back with the list and said "I promise

I will not let you miss them" he said and pointed to Ed Sheerans name, then

Taylor, since I was a huge Ed fan as well. He knew I probably wouldn't be

able to stay, but even seeing them for a minute would've been perfect to

me. Another hour had passed, and I was still there in the same condition.

It was terrifying, and they were really pushing me to go to the hospital

(they wanted to call an ambulance because they actually thought something

very bad might happen if they didn't). But I keep pushing that off because

I wanted to see Taylor and Ed so badly. But, 2 hours I had been there in

the same condition, puking up everything, completely white with blue lips,

struggling to breathe, so dizzy I couldn't even sit up. It was starting to

get painful honestly. So, I suddenly just burst out crying. I was just a 12

year old who wanted to see my idol, and I got this... This weird sickness,

and got stuck in first aid. In so much pain. I didn't even really

understand what was happening. I had always been a sick kid. Always getting

colds and infections. In fact, I almost died as a baby from a problem with

my kidneys, and had become septic. Its a miracle I lived. But I had never

experienced anything like this... And to experience it when I was just

trying to see my idol? When it was only my second concert ever? It crushed

me tbh. My dad asked what was wrong and I finally said the words I had been

avoiding all night... "I wanna go home" (which was actually his

girlfriend's house who lived in Boston... I'm from Maine). And he said

"okay". That was all he needed and he left, walking back towards where we

left the car. However, around 7:30ish the traffic in this area is really

weird I cant even explain it. But traffic can only go one way, instead of

both ways like normal.. So he couldn't get a ride back to the car and had

to walk, and then drive the car in traffic all the way to the stadium to

pick me up. So i had to wait a while, and while I did I heard clapping and

then a British voice say "hello Boston" and he started playing give me

love. I listened to him play and i only cried more because I was so

frustrated I couldn't go out there to see him. About half way through the

set, my dad showed up. They let him park in a no parking zone to come and

get me so he was right next to the enterance to the field. They were going

to put me in a wheelchair, but instead my dad came and helped me up. He was

holding me up straight and almost dragged me out of the first aid station,

into the stadium. I remember this part so well. The air hit me, I heard

Ed's voice clearly and saw him on stage, and suddenly, I let go of my dad,

and I was able to stand on my own... And I was fine. It was like a miracle.

I yelled to my dad over the music "is it too late to stay?" And he screamed

back "what??? After all that you wanna stay???" And I said yes, so, we

stayed. He went to go move the car (the girl was so nice who did the

parking, he told her the story, and he just needs to park the car and het

back in the stadium, how much would it cost. And the girl said park

wherever you want no charge. I thought that was seriously the sweetest

thing.) Sooo he did that, and since I was only 12 in a huge stadium, one of

the cops that was patroling the place stayed with me and asked me all kinds

of questions about Ed Sheeran, especially about the A-Team, when he played

it. He said "this isn't his song right?? Is this a cover?? I know this

song." And I told him it wad and told him all about it. It was the ideal

conversation for 12 year old me 😂 Anyway, my dad came back, we got to our

seats, and I actually met Andrea for a very brief moment! And before I knew

it, Taylor was playing. And I had made it through the entire show. I woke

up the next morning, still feeling a little sick but actually felt better

after eating, so I thought the worst was over. But, I was wrong... I didn't

know that one night would become my life... And god I wish I had gone to

the hospital... Maybe I would be okay now if I had... But anyway... A month

later (in August), it happened at my friends end of summer party. Then a

month later (in September), while I was at school... Each time worse than

the time before. Everyone had been informed I was having issues, but nobody

had seen anything happen yet. I seemed like myself. Then one day, I was on

my way to lunch with my friends, and I collapsed in the hallway... Same

thing happening. All my friends freaked out and 2 stayed with me while the

rest went to get the nurse. She actually thought I was dying, and honestly

I could've. She called my mom and said she wasn't sure if she should call

my mom or an ambulance. Then my mom came and got me and immedaitly took me

to my doctor (because she said next time it happens to come in so they

could monitor me). I was monitored and fell asleep, then 4 hours later i

woke up like nothing happened. After that i was pulled out of school and

constantly at the doctor. And I just got sicker and sicker... Which was

later diagnosed as... "Anxiety". By an unqualified doctor. He was a thyroid

doctor and diagnosed me with that?? As time went on, I got incredibly sick

to the point I can't even move. I have become completely disabled and lose

control of my body a lot. It's like my brain is disconnected from my body.

And I get this weird feeling im falling off a cliff and I cant feel my arms

and when that happens, I cant move at all. I cant even express how bad it

can get, how scary and painful it is. I'm a lot sicker than most people

think I am... I spend most days in bed, actually unable to move. I find

ways to keep my spirits up, luckily. Mostly its listening to Taylor and

watching friends but yeah 😂 I have days where I can't even sit up I'm so

dizzy and weak and it hurts so much. Its also terrifying when you don't

have full control over your own body. Absoultely terrifying. Although I

have okay days where I can stand up and function for a little bit, most

days lately have been like this... Bad and living from my bed due to

weakness and dizziness (extreme dizziness honestly). I have days where its

even a struggle to breathe, the most simple thing in the world. It gets

depressing at times... When you spend all ur time in bed or a wheelchair it

really can vet discouraging... But I'm still fighting. And I'm so happy I

am. And like I said, Taylor always lifts me up. Even on my worst, most

disabled and bed ridden days. Oh, that reminds me... I also have seizures

now, sadly. But I hadn't had what happened that night at the RED tour in a

while though... Until one night last year... While I was seeing Ed Sheeran

in Gillette Stadium 😂 Maybe its him?? I dont know 😂 Anyway, I spend most

days in bed, and I do online schooling now. I've seen Taylor twice since

then. For 1989 and for reputation. With 1989 I needed a lot of help but I

got through it. Reputation, it had gotten so bad I needed a wheelchair and

I still do whenever I go out, really. I dont have full control over my body

and I'm too weak and just very sick. I'm really hoping to go to lover fest

but if i do will need a wheelchair and even then I'll probably still feel

sick... But Taylors worth it ❤ Hopefully can get ada seating like with rep.

Wanted to keep this last part short but I think I failed 😂 Mainly wanted

to focus on the red tour. My health story is so incredibly long, I couldn't

say it all (maybe I will later). However, for now, I will tell you this, I

was diagnosed with a thyroid disease, migraines, and seizures. Then it was

discovered that all of this... Was advanced Lyme Disease... And it created

something called Dysautonomia (basically a disfunction of the autonomic

nervous system, which most people don't even realize they have, or how

important it is, until it makes you sick and either nearly kills or

cripples you... Depending on the kind though.) Also known as POTS, or

Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (there are actually 15 kids of

dysautonomia, that being one of them, I might possibly have more than one

kinda, were not sure yet. But its basically half cardiology half

neurology). And there's no cure... I could be this way, this disabled and

sick for a while... But there are treatments that might work luckily!!!

Since there are no Dysautonomia clinics in Maine, I either have to go to

New York, Baltimore, Cleveland, or Minneapolis. So looks like im taking a

trip! Sadly to a hospital, but still 😊 I honestly don't know how we'll pay

for it, but I need it, or I will spend my life like this. So I'm sure we'll

find a way... Like I always seem to do in life, no matter what 😊❤ Oh, and

funny thing is, I have something called PANS as well... So I have Pots and

Pans 😂😂😂 Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you guys because like

I said you guys are always so great and Taylor is my favorite artist so I

wanted to share it with the people who understand my love for her. I've

been a huge fan of her for 13 years (I'm 18, 19 next month, now). Theres

something about her... She's always helped me but especially now. She makes

me so happy and feel so safe during this time... Im fact, the only time i

smile like i did when I was younger,before all of this, is when I listen to

Taylor. I even have a Long Live tattoo on my wrist because I felt it

represented my love for her the most, and what we've made as a fandom, the

magic we've created. Plus, it reminds me that I'm fighting my battle (this

"dragon") with Taylor and her music on my side, as well as all of you. And

it makes me smile. I can't wait to get more Taylor tattoos... Honestly,

after all of this and the other health issues I faced as a baby and a

child, I can't believe I'm still here, that I'm still living... Especially

because since I've always been so sick with so many different illnesses and

health issues to the point I'm disabled, my immune system is so weak. I

truly cannot believe I'm still here. But... I guess my body just isn't

ready to give up. It hasn't yet at least!!! And it doesn't want to. It

won't. I'm strong. Me, and my body, want to fight until the very end. And

I'm grateful for that. So grateful that I am still alive, and still

fighting every day of my life. It might be hard, and I can't function or do

really anything but lay in bed and watch tv most days, but I'm just so

thankful that I'm still alive, that it's okay I have to be at the doctors

so much and have to take all these meds (I do anything at this point that

can help me even the slighest). And no matter what life throws at my

health, my body always fights it and gets right back up. I fall down 10

times, I stand up 11. And I could not have the courage and strength to do

this if it wasn't for my idol, Taylor Swift. I've been a fan of Taylor for

13 years (I'm 18 now, 19 next month) so her and her music have helped me

through every problem I have ever faced, and this is no different. She has

a song for everything, so I can always find something to listen to that

makes me feel like she understands and she's telling me it'll be okay...

And ever since LOVER came out, I've been listening to soon you'll get

better on days its really bad, and my girlfriend sends me that song on bad

days too... It makes me feel safe. And like I can fight this. Thank you,

Taylor. I will never be able to repay you. I may struggle with this every

single day im here on earth, but with your music and the support I feel

from the swiftie fam, I know I'll get through it. Anyway... I guess I

should end this here. Again, sorry this is so long but if you read this

thank you so much for taking the time to!! If you made it to this point,

I'm proud 😂❤ And it means the world to me, you have no idea. Im hoping

this will get to Taylor and maybe even Ed one day. I love you all so much

and once again, thank you for reading!! ❤❤❤

@taylorswift @taylornation 🌈❤ @taylornotices 💜

(Pic is from when I was in First Aid at Ed Sheeran. It was so bad there

they had to give me an IV. I was in the first aid station, wrapped up in my

nightmare before Christmas blanket, on a stretcher with an IV in my hand

pretty much the entire night. It was so painful. When I arrived to first

aid I was actually unresponsive. Like I knew what was happening but I

couldn't talk or open my eyes. All I could do was make very small

movements. It felt like my body was shutting down. I was having bad heart issues as well and they wanted to give me a medicine fot my nausea but since I had lyme disease it could make my heart issues worse so they had to give me an EKG... Right there at the concert 😂 Interesting... But, I got through it.

Like always 😊 So yeah thats where the

picture is from ❤)

#taylurking #taylorswift #taylorstans #taylornation #red #redtour #edsheeran #lymedisease #dysautonomia #taylorlurking #i love you taylor #tay #usertaylornotices #tswift

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hey, hey... what if Patton wasn't the side that still believe in Santa, but instead it's actually Virgil. ( Patton finds out, love it, and now he HAVE to dress up as Santa, for his dark strange son) ( he also forbid the others, including Thomas, for trying to tell Virgil that he's not real) and some angst: Virgil always believed that he didn't get any gifts because he was on 'the naughty-list' ( and that he always will be) ( and they all want to protect him because this so sad, sweet and pure)

Okay, so I had to write this into a full fic because this was too good not to:

Warnings: Uh, a food mention, loneliness, crying…I can’t really think of much else. A little angst, with an unhealthy dose of fluff.

Word Count: 3,466

Tag: @red-the-ruler (If you wanna be added, or have other prompts, hmu in my ask or PM me)

Christmas had never been a time Virgil lookedforward too. It was different this year, sure. He’d been accepted more or less,and even though things had changed in the mindscape since, the very month ofDecember brought waves of anxiety.

Despite that, Virgil had a little traditionhe’d fulfilled for as long as he could remember.

Hunched over his small desk, room illuminatedonly by his small, dim desk lamp, his pencil scribbled over a piece of paper.And maybe he was crying. And maybe his music was too loud. And…maybe he hadn’trealised that someone had walked into his room.

He jumped with a yelp, hands slamming down tocover the piece of paper as he turned. Patton was standing behind him, a smallsmile on his lips, but his eyes were sad and worried. His music was loudlyplaying from the headphones now perched on his shoulders, “Hey, kiddo,”Patton’s smile grew a little more, “Sorry I let myself in, you couldn’t hearme.”

A weak, nervous laugh escaped Virgil as hequickly turned to face Patton and hopefully block his view of the letter, “It’scool.” He scratched his nose, “What’s up?”

“Lunch?”

“Oh.” Virgil bit his lip, “Be down in a sec?”

Patton beamed down at Virgil, “No problem,kiddo.”

Virgil listened for Patton’s footsteps to fadedown the hall before he turned back to the letter and finished it hurriedly.Maybe it would never see the light of day, but at least it was done. And thosewaves of anxiety were replaced with a deep, aching sadness.

That was much easier to ignore. He’d done itthis long, hadn’t he?

Patton couldn’t help but muse about the letterVirgil had been writing. He’d been standing over Virgil’s shoulder for longerthan the anxious Side knew, or he would have said a lot more. It had taken toomuch energy not to let the heart ache show through the conversation and lunch.But now, alone as he washed the dishes, he stared morosely at the dish he’dbeen scrubbing absently.

Had Virgil alwaysfelt that way? It had brought a flash of joy to know that Virgil still believedin Santa (he had so many ideas), butseeing how Virgil felt…

It had broken his heart.

Nothing but a steady stream of apologies forbeing who he was. For being Anxiety.A disorder. For never being enough before.

The plate slipped from Patton’s fingers intothe soapy water and he had to brace himself against the sink.

Virgil hadn’t said it explicitly, but Patton understood. Virgil had neverreceived a gift before, let alone spent Christmas with the others. He was onthe ‘naughty-list’ for twenty-eight years and (by the letter) felt he alwayswould be.

Patton let a single tear slip free.

Then a steely resolve he rarely felt floodedhim. He wasn’t going to allow it this year. No, sir! If he had to dress up asSanta himself, he would! He was not going to let his dark, strange son feelthis way any longer.

Brushing the tear away with the back of hiswrist, he allowed a grin to spread on his face instead. He had so many ideasalready. But first, he had to get Logan and Roman involved.

“You know that I would never usually agree tosuch elaborate and…frivolous displaysbut this…” Logan ran his hand over his tie, the silky fabric soothing somethinginside him, “Is something I can make a wholehearted exception to.”

Patton beamed, desperately holding back theurge to clap his hands, “Aw, thank you!”

Roman was rocking onto the balls of his feet,hands pressed together at his lips as he grinned. Patton could see his eyesflashing with ideas, too fast for him to verbalise, hair bouncing with hismovements beside them.

“I must ask, how do we intend on pulling thisoff without alerting Virgil?” Logan adjusted his glasses, again, and wrapped anarm around his chest, “Or frightening him?”

Patton glanced to Roman, who was hurriedlylooking for a notepad to write in. Logan helped him, leaving the royal to siton Logan’s bed and scribble out ideas.

“I know we can do this.” Patton excitedlygiggled, before his face suddenly dropped to one of grim seriousness. Hisshoulders dropped, arms limp at his sides as he fixed both Roman and Logan witha glare. They both went pale, “But if eitherof you ever tell Virgil that Santa isn’t real?” he narrowed his eyes ateach, “I’ll end you.”

Logan and Roman hurriedly nodded, eyes wide.There had been few times that Patton grew serious. There was absolutely no argument to be had here.

Patton grinned, “Well, I’ll leave you too it!Call me when you’re ready to share!” then he skipped from the room, leaving aslightly bewildered, and worried, Logan and Roman behind.

Convincing Thomas not to say anything had beendifficult. Patton knew that was partly his own fault (Thomas felt that theywere technically lying) but once Patton had explained the letter and Virgil’spoorly hidden tears, he was on board.

In fact, Thomas had been gracious enough todistract Virgil when needed.

Patton peered up at Virgil as he huffed to thecommons, bleary eyed and rumpled, “Is Thomas calling you too?”

Shaking his head with a smile, Patton winked,“Maybe he just wants to hang out?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, though Patton saw thetiny smirk of longing, “I doubt that.” He grabbed his phone from the couch,before giving Patton his salute and sinking out.

As soon as he was gone, Patton was rushingaround to the sofa, Logan and Roman quickly descending the stairs. They workedquickly. And with time to spare!

The trio shared a hi-five, Patton and Romansquealing with excitement and Logan grinning. This was definitely going to bean interesting Christmas.

It had been three days before Christmas whenVirgil noticed that they were all…excited. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the rightword. Roman and Patton in particular were alwaysexcited for Christmas. But Virgil knew when Logan was excited.

Too many side glances, too many grins hiddenbehind his hand, too many lights dancing in his eyes, too many snickers.

It was Christmas Eve when Virgil felt that alltoo familiar ball of nerves starting to coil itself. He definitely wasn’t goingto sleep. He never did, really. That was what Christmas Day was for.

It didn’t help that Roman wouldn’t stop fidgeting. He glared at Roman’s hands,finally throwing off his headphones, “Roman, will you stop?” he waved to Roman’s hands, “It’s…annoying.”

“Oh! Sorry.” Roman glanced to Patton at thetable, cracking his knuckles, “Say, want to have some eggnog with me?”

Virgil desperately wanted to say no. Mostlybecause he wasn’t sure he could keep it down. But Roman’s eyes were sparklingso bright, filled with so much excitement that Virgil had never seen before, that he couldn’t.

“I- yeah. Sure.” He shrugged, shrinking alittle into his hoodie as Roman leapt to his feet.

“Perfect!”

Virgil grimaced as Roman raced off to thekitchen, and the anxious Side had to force a deep breath. Even forcing hisshoulders down was difficult. He could feel the panic desperately trying toclaw at him, thoughts trying to drag him to his room. But Roman was being nice.

Roman sat closer this time, “Oh! What about amovie?”

“What?”

“A mov-“

“Yeah, I heard that.” He hid his shaking handsby cradling the glass. Roman was either feigning ignorance, or hiding nerves ofhis own, because he sipped at his eggnog. Virgil had no choice but to explain,“You want to watch a movie. With me. Tonight.”

Hurt flickered across Roman’s face, loweringhis glass a little, “Do you not want to?” he asked carefully, eyes searchingVirgil’s face, “You don’t have to…I just thought-“

“No, no, I just-“ Virgil huffed, dropping hiseyes to look at his feet. “I want to.” He finally said, quietly, “I guess Ijust wasn’t…expecting you to ask.” He shrugged, hoping Roman wouldn’t ask why.

The royal grinned, but there was something inhis eyes, something secretive, that Virgil didn’t like. “Excellent! Anythingyou want to watch?”

Roman was at the television, pulling out DVD’sbefore Virgil could answer. And maybeVirgil was quiet for far too long. Roman paused, looking up at Virgilexpectantly, “I…dunno.” How was he supposed to admit that the only Christmasmovie he knew was also a Halloweenmovie?!

Roman seemed to understand, quickly bringingover some of his favourites for Virgil to peruse. With a few picked out, Romanset them up and scampered off to prepare some snacks while Virgil watched thetitle screen.

Virgil wasn’t alone for long. Logan joined himon the other side, a cookie held out silently as he read a small book in hishands. Hesitant, Virgil took the cookie and nibbled at it. “Movie marathon?”Logan inquired, slowly turning the page in his book, never looking up atVirgil.

“Yeah.” He quickly turned off his headphonesand tucked his phone into the pocket of his hoodie, “You wanna join?”

Logan sat back against the couch cushions,“I’ll read for the time being. Would you protest my company?”

It was now that Logan looked up, eyebrowarched slightly, a tiny curl in his lip. “No!” Virgil shifted awkwardly, “Imean, whatever. Do what you want.” He shrugged.

The curl in Logan’s lip got a little bigger,“Very well. I will remain.” He returned to his novel, greeting Roman when theprince returned with more snacks than they could possibly need.

The coil of nerves got tighter and tighter thecloser it grew to midnight. Virgil tried not to look at his phone, but hecouldn’t help it. If Roman or Logan noticed, neither of them had mentioned it.He considered slipping away, disappearing to his room to hide away. He wasgoing to do it anyway, better now than later, right?

Apparently not, because Patton appeared atthat moment. Halfway through their second movie, he draped himself over allthree of their laps, giggling at Logan’s protests.

“Patt, really,” Virgil complained, gentlypushing at Patton, “Why?”

Patton budged, but simply rolled to rest onhis back again. He was beaming up at Virgil, his head on Logan’s lap, “’Causeit’s a sleepover!” he waved his hand, and the other three were promptly changedinto their pyjamas. Virgil scowled at Patton, who giggled at him, “See?”

“But it’s-“ Virgil caught himself, feeling allof their eyes on him. He could run. He could run and lock his door and nevercome back out.

“Exactly!” Patton beamed, “It’s Christmas,which means sleepovers and junk food and movies!”

That wasn’t exactly the response Virgil hadexpected. But…he’d take it. Selfish as it was, he’d take it. Besides, it didn’tseem like Patton intended on moving.

Roman glanced over Virgil’s head to Logan,smirking as his eyes shone with excitement. The anxious trait had slipped backagainst the couch, head lowered as he struggled to keep his eyes open, pullinghis hoodie around himself every so often. Logan smirked back, closing his novelwith a yawn (that may or may not have been dramatized) and rested against thecouch cushions.

Virgil stirred, lifting his head with heavyeyelids to sleepily regard Logan. The logical Side pulled off his glasses torub at the inner corner of his eyes, “Roman? Mind conjuring a blanket?” Virgilwatched Logan glance down at Patton, “I am certain Patton’s already asleep.”

As if in answer, the fatherly trait snoredsoftly and shifted slightly. A small smile pulled onto Virgil’s face. He wasalready starting to move, to try and slip out from beneath Patton, but Romanwaved his hand as Logan sank against Virgil’s shoulder.

He stiffened as Logan rested his head onVirgil’s shoulder, something he’d done before, “Is this okay?” he yawned,glasses in his lap.

“I-uh…yeah.” Virgil relaxed back against thecouch, all of his remaining energy sapped away as Roman draped the blanket overthem all.

Virgil was asleep before Logan was, his headresting against Logan’s. Roman moved quickly. Everything was set.

This was going to be a Christmas none of themwould forget.

At some point in the night, Patton had gottenup. Virgil was aware of this, still deep in a sleepy haze, because he was awareof the lack of weight over his lap. Somewhere deep down, he considereddisappearing to his room. But he could feel Roman on one side, arm draped overhis shoulders and resting his head on Virgil’s. Logan on the other, curledaround him, arm draped over his waist.

He swore to himself, that one of these days,he’d stop falling asleep in the commons with them. He wasn’t a damn teddy bear.

His sleepy haze was abruptly swept away whenhe heard something metallic hitting wood. His eyes snapped open, musclescoiling as he tried to adjust to the dark room. Someone had turned off thetelevision, leaving only the dim lights around the Christmas tree to illuminatethe room.

Virgil’s heart might have simultaneouslydropped and skipped a beat.

Someone was standing at the small table theothers left out for Santa every year. Virgil…wasn’t actually sure what happenedto the cookies and milk left out every year. He’d never been present. Throughthe quiet of the room, Virgil heard the munching of someone enjoying a cookie,followed by a tiny giggle.

“Mmm.” Santa reached out and downed half ofthe glass of milk, before brushing cookie crumbs from his beard and turningtoward the couch.

Virgil couldn’t see his face, but obviously hecould see Virgil’s. Because he froze in place. Virgil looked like a deer inheadlights, back straight, clutching handfuls of the blanket and shaking.

Was he…was he supposed to run? Or pretend hedidn’t see?

Santa slowly moved his hand, pressing a fingerto his lips, “Shh.” He whispered, and a child-like excitement quickly rushedover Virgil, pushing away all the anxiety and fear he’d been wrestling with.

None of the others would believe him anyway.

All he could do was nod, swallowing nervouslyas he saw a grin spread on Santa’s face, eyes glittering with reflected lightfrom the tree lights. He sank out, as the other Sides did, but Virgildistinctly heard bells ringing throughout the mindscape.

It was hardly two minutes later, while Virgilwas processing what he’d seen, that Patton reappeared, yawning tiredly. “Whatis it, kiddo?” Patton asked, eyes wide with concern, if still sleep foggy.

“I thought I saw-“ the words died on his lips.

If he told Patton, he would get over-excitedand make a lot of noise, which would wake up Roman. And even though Roman mighthave been excited too, he was also nota morning person. Logan…well, Logan would have mocked and laughed at him, forsure.

Or maybe they would all laugh at him.

“Kiddo?” Patton whispered, tilting his head.Backlit by the Christmas lights, Virgil couldn’t decipher his expression.

“It…was probably nothing.” He was breathlesslike it had been something, “A…dream…I guess.”

“Would you like some water?” Patton reachedout, gently brushing some of Virgil’s hair from his eyes. Staring back at thetree, Virgil nodded, still trying to decipher what he’d seen. Or if it wasworth bringing up.

He hardly noticed the new presents under thetree. Or the letter with his name on it.

When Virgil woke up the next morning, to sayhe was disoriented, was an understatement. Both Roman and Logan were gone,leaving Virgil laying on his side on the couch. Someone had been kind enough toprop his head on a pillow.

There were hushed murmurs and whispers behindhim, but (somehow) it was too low for Virgil to make out what was being said.Shrugging it off as breakfast conversation, and strongly considering remainingon the couch, he curled up under the blanket.

Until he recalled that it was Christmas. Andhe was still on the couch. And he wasprobably intruding and god, he was such a moron!

He shot upright, feeling the chill as theblanket fell off him and he heard silence from the dining room as he got to hisfeet.

“Sleeping Beauty awakens!” Roman declared,beaming as Virgil shuffled around the couch, “Come! Join us!”

Virgil hesitated on his journey to the stairs.They wanted him to join? He slowlyscanned the table before him. They were…excited?

“Oh-okay.” Breakfast was lighter and happierthan Virgil had expected, but he could see the end fast approaching.

Still, he wanted to drag it out as long as hecould. Picking at his pancakes, he watched as the other three finished. Butonly Roman made a move to get up.

When he returned, Virgil felt like he wasgoing to be sick. He’d over-stayed his welcome, he was going to make thisawkward, he-

“- and this one’s yours.”

Blinking, Virgil saw Roman was holding out aletter to him.

“What?”

Roman smirked, “The letter? It’s yours?” hewiggled it in front of Virgil’s nose, “Gonna take it or am I just gonna standhere forever?”

Almost expecting Roman to snatch it away,Virgil snatched it first, hurriedly pressing it to his chest. His heart wasfluttering, eyes wide and bright as he nervously glanced around the table. OnlyRoman seemed to have noticed.

He smirked, sitting back at his spot. Virgilwasn’t going to be able to finish his pancakes now.

With shaking fingers, he opened the letter,hiding behind his hair. He recognised the handwriting. Logan’s cramped, preciseprint. Patton’s hurried, heart adorned script. Roman’s graceful, almost artfulcursive.

“Kiddo?” Patton’s concerned voice interruptedVirgil’s reading. Tears blurred Virgil’s vision as he looked up, lip trembling,“You okay? Something wrong?”

Virgil shook his head, closing his eyes andducking his head as he wiped at his eyes, “No,” he sniffed, “Everything is…good.”A watery smile escaped him as he read the letter trembling in his fingers.

‘DearVirgil,

Imust apologise sincerely for the last twenty-eight years! I am not entirelysure what happened to your gifts, and we’re I’m so sorry that you’vefelt this way for so long! There is no way we can appropriately express howsorry we all I am, but I can assure you that you have never been on mynaught-list!

Andyou never will be.

  Mr.Claus

Santa’

It felt a little dumb to be crying, since henow knew. And yet that was exactly why he was crying. Not because they’daccidentally revealed the truth.

But because they’d wanted so badly to makethis special for him.

And maybe his heart was swelling and flyingall the same. The watery smile turned into a grin as the tears fell from hiseyes onto the page. Patton was the first one to wrap him in a hug, followedvery quickly by Roman and Logan.

And maybe Virgil lied to keep up the façade.And maybe he revelled in their excitement when Virgil ‘discovered’ thehalf-eaten cookie and half-empty milk. And maybe he stared in horror as giftswere pulled out from under the tree, each ‘Santa’ label in distinct handwriting.

And maybe…maybe he ran to his room to pull outgifts he’d made over the years. And threw away the old letters, uncaring if theothers saw him. And grinned and laughed with reckless abandon for the firsttime in ever.

But it was Christmas. And he couldn’t think ofa better gift to give his family.

Later…

Logan caught Patton in the kitchen, milling about with snacks and drinks. It was clear that he was just trying to keep his hands busy, eyes a little foggy behind his glasses. It was an emotional day for everyone it seemed.

“You alright, teach?”

 Logan looked up with a start, blinking away his tears and clearing his throat, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

 Patton smiled gently, “Just checking in.”

 Logan nodded, turning to the sink as Patton gingerly picked up a chocolate chip cookie. Part of the same batch Logan had left by the tree the night before.

 “By the way, Patton, how were-” he turned to see the moral trait staring at him, wide-eyed, mouth stuffed to the brim with cookies. He tried to grin, throwing him two thumbs up before darting back out of the kitchen with a giggle.

 Logan sighed, before grinning himself. Although he didn’t always understand the heart, he understood that well enough. He brushed a tear away before re-joining the others at the tree, plate of cookies in his hands.

Uh, yeah. So here we go. My first fic on tumblr. Enjoy!

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