#virgil just wants his best friends to fuck

[robertdownerjunior]

guys guys I love loceit sm

like LOOK AT THESE WINE GAYS??

#tw alcohol #tw wine #logan runs warm janus attaches himself to him #loceit #i love they #forehead kisses and hand kisses duo?? #both of them getting jealous bc the other ie best friends with Virgil #janus is jealous bc logan is virgils new best friends and logan is jealous bc janus used to be the best friends #virgil just wants his best friends to fuck #im just saying petty rivals loceit has great potential #maybe i should start posting my thoughts instead of just tagging them #virgil shut up challenge

[percervall]

Ms Mar, my favourite list-maker, would love to know your thoughts about a liverpool Secret Santa exchange, since all we got for a Christmas video on best present was kinda boring lol.

who would get who, and what would they gift each other? 🤭

Okay, after messaging @curiousthyme to brainstorm we quickly discovered that this was accidentally sent on anon. oopsies 🤭 So thank you Ives for this brilliant ask!

In true teacher fashion, I used a name picker wheel to link players and then went from there. Some of them were just too good, honestly this wheel is a Liverpool girly

Putting them all under a read more because it's a long list

Lexi → Virgil - a personalised maté set, similarly to the one he gifted Ibou (whom I have seem to forgotten to include in this 😭 my poor petit)

Virgil → Alisson - a gift card for a spa day (+ a "we're sorry for fucking up so much" card signed by all our defenders)

Alisson → Wataru - a gift card for a local Japanese restaurant, for Endo to enjoy with his partner on a double date with Ali and his wife

Wataru → Pep - a new set of whiteboard markers and magnets shaped like football kit for all his tactical planning sessions

Pep → Cody - (like I said, this wheel was just being so kind to us) Pep would give him a Christmas ornament shaped like a Bossche bol (shout out to the 2 Dutchies who follow me and know what this is) to remind him of home

Cody → Lucho - seeing as Luis' partner is about to give birth to their second child, a mobile to hang over the cot. Maybe even Liverpool themed with tiny felt jerseys 🥰

Lucho → Joe - Joey would get a picture frame key chain so he can take his family with him wherever he goes

Joe → Ryan - A Scouse dictionary and an FC24 game but with Ryan's face photoshopped onto every player on the cover 🤭

Ryan → Joël - New shower curtains with Virg's face all over them to push the bromance agenda, and a friends mug

Joël → Darwin - A DVD set for friends to help him with his English and a little pin that says "chaos demon"

Darwin → Mo - A t-shirt with Darwin's cutie lil face as he says "thank you for support" + that photo in a frame. You know the one, where Darwin became Mo's bodyguard/sleep paralysis demon

Mo → Kostas - Some weights and a DVD on how to get abs + a t-shirt with a photo of Mo's abs printed on it in the meantime

Kostas → Thiago - (I told you the wheel is a Liverpool girly) Maui and Fuerte in cuddly toy form for their the new baby + a donation to Thiago's charity

Thiago → Domi - a beard care set, like one of those high end ones, and the game werewolves (iykyk)

Domi → Trent - (y'all, we were YELLING) a chain necklace "because that's what the girls like" + Hungarian schnapps/pálinka + a temporary tattoo of the CL trophy because his mum said no to the real one 🤭

Trent → Andy - (SCREAM) a BFF necklace, a Dua Lipa album, and his fave biscuits

Andy → Klopp - Andy would give Klopp the Scotsman treatment: full kilt + a set of bagpipes (bonus: Kloppo promising to wear the full get up when they win the league)

Klopp → Diogo - An annotated copy of Cruyff's book about football because Jots wants to go into coaching after his playing career

Diogo → Lexi - a personalised gaming chair with a maté holder, and a personalised game controller

This was so much fun, thanks babe!!

#ask #ivy asks #lfc #alexis mac allister #virgil van dijk #alisson becker #wataru endo #cody gakpo #luis diaz #joe gomez #ryan gravenberch #joel matip #darwin núñez #mo salah #kostas tsimikas #thiago alcantara #dominik szoboszlai #trent alexander arnold #andy robertson #diogo jota #mar’s emporium of lists

[cherryxcadbury]

Idk if you write for TAA but I thought in which you’re famous maybe like a writer or idk. Not model or singer, something different because people are delighted that he didn’t choose a “fake” girl, because you’re smart and show in his games every time you can.

this is my oldest request, from almost a year ago. apologies anon.

y/n-your name

2nd person pov

Post match meant time to celebrate and relax. Usually anyways.

It was Sunday, the day after the champions league final, where Liverpool had lost to Real Madrid.

Since then, all the WAGs, players, and coaching staff had made it home from Paris.

And currently, a smaller group of you were gathered around the sitting room of the Van Dijk’s home. Virgil and his wife Rike, stood ready to get whatever anyone needed as hosts.

Captain Jordan Henderson & his wife Rebecca were seated, squished on a small seat.

Andy Robertson, your boyfriend’s best friend was on the floor with a beer in hand, with his wife Rachel seated right behind him on a chair.

As for you and Trent, you two were seated on a slightly smaller sofa, squished, but content.

Usually Mo and his wife, who you’d spent lots of time talking to, managed to find time to come to these gatherings but their daughter had fallen ill.

“I just dunno how the fans will receive us.” Jordan confessed, with his head in his hands.

“If I were a fan I’d want to physically assault myself after yesterday.” Andy groaned.

“I fucked up bad.” Trent mumbled into your ear.

You lightly slapped his knee, telling him not to think such thoughts.

“Heads up guys. We win as a team, we lose as a team.” Virgil comforted everyone.

“You lot have got the FA cup parade tomorrow. That’s something to look forward to.” Rachel brought up, trying to add cheer to the conversation.

“Not the same as a champions league trophy.” Trent groaned.

Rebecca stood up, beckoning Rike & Virgil to sit down.

“We need to change the topic guys. If we keep talking about the defeat you guys are going to moping all the way until next season and into the World Cup.” She suggested.

“So change of topic anyone?” Andy asked, taking another swig of his beer.

“How about that Y/N’s latest book has just won a Pulitzer Prize.” Trent offered the newest bit of information.

You whipped your head in his direction. You hadn’t thought that he’d remember or had even noticed with all of the matches and finals going on.

When your eyes met Trent’s, all you could see in his face was pure love and joy.

“I’m so so proud of you.” He said into your ear.

Your heart swelled with happiness. You felt on top of cloud nine despite yesterday’s events in Paris.

“Y/N that’s amazing!” Virgil exclaimed.

“Was it Life as We Know it?” Rachel asked, referring to the novel of yours which had been an international success in the last year.

You nodded, “Yeah that was it.”

“I need to tell the team.” Jordan got out his phone and started texting rapidly.

You blushed, these very public gestures always made you feel shy. Shy but appreciated.

“This calls for a toast. Let me help with the drinks.” Rebecca, Rike, and Virgil made their ways to the kitchen to get some more wine and beer.

“WOOOO Y/N IS THE BEST WRITER EVER!” Andy’s hands shot up in the air and he started dancing around.

You and Trent looked over at each other. You tried to hide your laughter by snuggling into his chest, but it was impossible.

Andy was Andy. The loud, hilarious Scotsman.

*** “A toast. To Y/N. For making our dark days, brighten with some light.” Trent raised his glass, as the others followed.

You did the same, giving everyone a grateful smile, especially Trent.

You looked at everyone around you, they were happy yes. But as you squinted further you could still see the sad looks in their eyes. The stinging pain of the loss didn’t just go away like that.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate it, I really do. But it’s okay to feel bad for yourselves you know. A champions league final is a big thing. You can’t just get over it in less than twenty four hours. Don’t let me be the reason you have to suppress your emotions.” You told them honestly.

“The channels did say that you guys had quite a few things you needed to work on.” Rike responded.

“The different in caliber between us and Madrid was incredibly large.” Jordan agreed.

“Let’s hear them then.” Trent started.

“Y/N. You go first. You always have the best insight and you never share it with anyone except us.” Rachel began, gesturing to her, Rike, and Rebecca.

Trent shared a knowing smile with you. He knew how analytical you were. How easy it was for you to immediately spot the flaw in the lineup and what’s substitutions needed to be made.

“Well,” You sighed.

This wasn’t going to be easy. There was a lot.

“Your defense was lacking for the majority of the match. When they finally stepped up, it was too late. You guys didn’t press enough until the match was basically over. And essentially, you let yourself be outplayed. It didn’t help that Courtois was a wall of steal either.” You explained.

“You have a good back line for the most part. Just need to strengthen the weak areas, like tracking back. And as for up front, you need to work on converting those shots.” You finished.

“This is better insight than what Klopp gave us yesterday.” Jordan murmured.

“I’m texting everything you said to him right now. Thank you so much YN.” Virgil smiled, his thumbs rapidly moving on his smartphone screen.

Trent drew close to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“My beautiful, intelligent girl. I’m so so lucky to have you.” He whispered into your ear.

“Thank you for mentioning the Pulitzer Prize. I thought you’d forgotten to be honest.” You confessed.

He rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re too incredible for me to forget anything about you. You’re on my mind every second of everyday.” Trent smiled at you.

“You guys are gross.” Andy furrowed his eyebrows at you and Trent, a small smile playing on his lips.

this is a bit of a mess. thank you for bearing w me

#trent alexander arnold #taa #alexander arnold #taa imagine #Trent Alexander Arnold imagine #Trent Alexander Arnold imagines #Trent Alexander Arnold fanfic #Trent Alexander Arnold x reader #Trent x reader #trent imagine #liverpool #england nt #champions league #football imagines #virgil van dijk

[grandtimetravelchaos]

Adding to my sanders sides office au!

Roman has his own desk but mostly just chills in Logan's office

He also accompanies Logan to all the big important meetings and networking events

Virgil still finds ways to dress emo in the office

Patton's mum's own a cute bakery so sometimes when they host office events they can book that venue for free

Virgil hates working at the office because of corporate culture and constantly wants to fight the man

Logan always makes sure all his employees leave the minute the clock hits five. He refuses to contribute to an unhealthy work life balance.

Logan inherited the company from his dad

Patton has two young kids who he sometimes brings to work if he can't find a baby sitter

No one minds at all, they all try their best to keep them happy and entertained which is fairly easy. A few Disney songs, colouring books and vending machine snacks do the trick

The older one (5) follows Logan around like a baby duck, always trying to see what he's doing and nodding very seriously when Logan explains. Their also very intent on convincing him he should give them a sip of his coffee

Patton's mortified by his kid disrupting Logan's work and apologises profusely but Logan's very endeared by his tiny apprentice

"Do you like frogs Mr Jam" (Logan's last name is crofter and being five and unable to rember the name they call him mr jam cause crofters is jam) "I do like frogs their very interesting" "me to! I wish I were a frog cause they get to live in ponds with lily pads and dragon flies. And if I were a frog I wouldn't let any princesses kiss me" they shake their head with absolute conviction. "Cause then I couldn't be a frog anymore and that'd be very silly" "very silly indeed" Logan agrees unable to hide the smile growing on his face

There's a tiny "desk" (a small coffee table with a pencil case full of glitter pens and a note book) beside Logan's desk for them to sit at

The younger kid has an inexplicable affinity for Remy. Remy does not like kids but this three year old has inhuman amounts of sass and doesn't understand the concept of privacy yet so is great at sharing gossip. They also have a great no fucks to give attitude so Remy genuinely enjoys talking to this kid

"My friend said fairys were stupid so I pushed her and put on another four sets of fairy wings" "yasss queen,that bitch deserved it"

Roman thinks patton's kids are the most adorable things to ever walk the earth but he has zero clue how to interact with children

Sometimes when he stressed Logan smokes but Patton absolutely refuses to kiss him when he does

Logan and Patton only go on dates outta town because janus is just waiting to catch them on a romantic outing

Roman has passed out at work exactly nine times for various reasons (exhaustion, hunger, sickness, shock)

Logan's actshally kinda clumsy and bad with time management hence him needing Roman so bad. But he's really good at his job

Some of the investors hate Logan for being a nepo baby despite him being good at his job. They formally extend the hatred to Roman as well

Both are very protective of the others reputation. Logan once broke an investor's nose after he called Roman a useless boy toy

#logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #logicality #platonic logince #parental Patton #human au

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

May write this later but sharing to get others to add on

Living my life like a best friends to lovers trope, me and my best friend staged a fake proposal at a restaraunt in order to get free cheesecake. This whole thing just smells like a cheesy fanfic about them.

Like, they walk into the restaraunt planning this whole fake-marriage-proposal on the fly, it's literally something they came up with in the parking lot. And because this restaraunt is hours away from their homes the chances of them coming back are so slim to nothing that "come on let's fuck around a little bit, maybe we'll get free dessert out of it"

"Okay"

Virgil is embarrassed and anxiously stimming the whole time, but he's excited cuz its so stupid it may actually work. The plan is that one of them (Virgil) will run to the bathroom, and Remus will pull the waiter aside and share the secret: "I'm proposing to my boyfriend tonight, I was wondering if I could order his favorite cheesecake ahead of time and you bring it out at the end of the meal?"

Virgil comes back out and they're giggling together at their stupid scheme. Once or twice they talk about if they should back out cuz "oh the waiter is telling all her coworkers" and "oh my god why are we doing this were roping in so many people into our lie"

"Imagine we go through with this and it doesn't even work"

They share a meal because the portionings at this restaraunt are absolutely insane (and it has absolutely nothing to due with the fact theyre broke college students and this is more cost effective, not at all). By the end of it there's still a third of it left. Virgil offers the rest of it to Remus to take home because "we got what I wanted to eat, you should at least be allowed to have the leftovers" and Remus is like "you enjoyed it so much, you should take it home"

And the cheesecake finally gets delivered, it's a chocolate-cherry-something or another. Across the plate is a cherry and chocolate drizzle spelling out "happy aniversarry" and Virgil is wondering when that aspect got woven into their lie. Suddenly he gets pulled up from the table by Remus. His hands shook as Remus got down to one knee, and now everyone is watching them and the waiter has Remus's phone and is recording the whole thing. He knew to expect this but the fact it was actually happening?? He could barely hear what Remus was saying.

"Virgil, we have known each other for six amazing years, and I got to call you mine for five of them. I want to take this moment and make you mine forever. Will you marry me, and have me as yours, for the rest of our lives?"

Virgil couldn't convince himself to speak but he nodded, and Remus pulled himself up and pulled Virgil into a hug. Virgil was still shaking, nearly losing his balance as he flopped back into the seat.

"Damn it. We don't have any forks."

Forks. Thats what Remus was focused on? Forks for what-- right, cheesecake. That was their mission. Free cheesecake.

God damn it, that felt way too real. Virgil needed to drag himself back into reality.

"It's nice to know that's how it feels even though it's fake. Can't imagine how amazing it will be when I actually get proposed to"

"I know, right?"

They get the check. Remus wordlessly reads over it and starts laughing, tossing it over to Virgil.

Virgil's face goes white when he reads the charge next to the cheesecake. "Ten dollars?!" He whisper-shouts. "Highway robbery. All that just to be charged for the cheesecake!"

"Maybe you should have stormed off in anger, and leave me in front of all these people without an answer. That probably would have gotten the whole meal comped."

Wow I kinda popped off sorry for the long post ���️😔 I'm too lazy to make this an actual fic but maybe I'll put the whole thing together one day. Or someone else could do it for me

-🐀

Committing to the bit but also committing to each other <3 I L O V E this S O fucking much I feel so bad for cackling at the fact that they did all that planned out and everything just for them to still be charged poor Vee got feels too XD Next time Ree should just sneak into the back where the kitchen is and once the dessert is done make a run for it XD

#no need to apologize but whatever you may end up doing with it i know it'll be great <3 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #🐀 anon #not a countdown

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers receiving a shitty birthday gift

leo: blankly stares at the gift giver n says “thanks.” thats it. thats all he says. the thing is if he was given the best gift of all time he’d still have the exact same reaction

ney: this bitch assumes its a joke bc theres no way he could be given a gift THIS shitty. so he spends a good ten seconds laughing in the poor gift givers face before finally calming down n going “so wheres my present?? :D”, thus making things ten times worse 

luka: poor guy doesnt wanna be rude, but no matter how hard he tries he cant hide the fact that this is the shittiest gift of all time. so he jus gives an obviously fake/awkward smile n jus kinda goes “thanks, thats,,, thats so nice of you,,,” while putting the gift down with no intent to pick it up ever again

virgil: the man is honest. not even to be mean or anything, hes jus an open book. he jus kinda looks the gift giver dead in the eye n goes “why would you give me this.” hes not even trying to be mean or hurt the persons feelings; he rlly is jus curious

alisson: sweet n polite, he says thank you n takes the gift with no issue, however you KNOW hes hitting up the lfc group chat later with a picture a said gift attached n captioned “WTF IS THIS?????”

luis: honestly?? there is no bad gift according to luis. its free stuff. even if he was given socks hed jus be like “cool. free socks.”

ronaldo: cannot FATHOM someone not putting incredible thought into his gift n getting him exactly what he wants, so he literally shuts down. like spends ten minutes in pure silence jus staring at this shitty ass gift

sergio: hes mean abt it but not, like, EXPLICITLY. he’ll be like “oh man, this is,,, this is so cool, hey do you mind if i go show my friends??” while holding back laughter. then he’d show it to said friends n have a fucking LAUGH abt it

klopp: give this man a fucking OSCAR bc he acts like he was just given the ballon d’or. he shines that 323523 gigawatt smile n lets out an earnest “THANK YOU!!” n gives the gift giver a classic Klopp Hug all the while thinking, “why? why?”

pep: oh this man is fucking BRUTAL. he straight up ROASTS the gift giver. no mercy. he jus kinda makes jokes abt how shitty this gift is loudly enough for EVERYONE in the room to hear

#in the birthday mood today obviously #tag yourself im lukita #leo messi #neymar #luka modric #virgil van dijk #alisson becker #luis suarez #christiano ronaldo #sergio ramos #jurgen klopp #pep guardiola

[losttheclown]

If I said I was upset I'd be lying, this was in fact the ship I wanted.

Prinxiety won!! 🤭

Warning, this story contains, bad writing, as graphic detailing as my little bean brain will come up with(it's like 1 or 2 sentences), angst ish, mostly fluff, hanahaki :D

P.S - I'll also be posting a little fluff tickle story whenever I get it done but the Lee mood is strong rn, and writing ler shit is hard

Story under the cut ↓

Roman had been acting weird lately, like really fucking weird. He had been avoiding staying in a room with the others for longer than about 10 to 20 minutes at a time, and that just didnt sit right with Virgil. Virgil knew Princey, he would never avoid everyone like this, least of all his friends. While no, him and Roman didn't have the best of relationships, Virgil was still determined to get to the bottom of this, well that and the anxiety he had about the situation was gonna kill him.

It was about 7:30 when Roman decided to go back to his room, he hadn't been out for more than a hour, but before he went back into his seclusion he had a coughing fit. Now under any other circumstances everyone would have thought he just wanted the rooms attention if he started coughing, but this cough... It sounded... Wet, like something was stuck in his throat and he was trying to hack it up. Virgil gave it about 10 minutes before he snuck off to go check oh Roman. On his way to The fanciful sides room, he had to pause because were those.... Bloody flowers? "What the hell..." Virgil mumbled to himself as he picked up the pace to getting to Romans room.

Virgil stood in front or Romans room quietly, he didn't know how to approach a situation like this, let alone with Roman. Hesitantly Virgil knocked on Romans door, there was silence for a moment before the door opened and Roman was stood on the other side. There was silence between the 2 for a good minute before Virgil finally spoke up "i- uhm... I just wanted to check on you-" before he could get another word in Roman started coughing again, the same cough as before, but this time Virgil could see he was coughing up blood and flowers? He finally understood, he knew what was going on, he didn't think it was possible for this to actually happen, but it was and the proof was right in front of him. Virgil took a step forward "Roman, who is it?!" He said, panic running through his voice. Roman shook his head, he panted for air "it's no one-" he gritted his teeth, as he tried to keep from coughing again. Virgil put his hand on Romans Shoulder "Roman, you can't just - cough up flowers and expect me to not worry, clearly it's someone! Hanahaki doesn't happen just because!!" Roman looked at Virgil quietly for a moment then sighed, he backed up pulling Virgil into his room and closing the door behind them "it's... Not" he kind of paused, trying to think of what to say, "it's not that I dont WANT the help, I just... I know rejection makes it 10 times worse and -... While I know we can't die per say, I just... It's hard enough to deal with now... " he mumbled rubbing his face. Virgil stared at Roman quietly, he didn't seem to know what to say, he wasn't Patton he didn't just have the words. Virgil nodded a little "listen... We might... We might act like we hate each other... But honestly, I think anyone would be stupid to reject to Princey... I mean come on, look at you!" He gave Roman a small smile. Roman grabbed Virgil and pulled him into a hug, which while not upset about it, Virgil was most definitely not prepared for it. It took a moment for Virgil to hug back, "Roman I-" before he could speak anymore Roman finally spoke up "I'm sorry, I've never been a nice person to you... And here you are telling me I'll be okay..." Roman pulled back and put his hands on Virgil's shoulders "I really appreciate you Virgil" he smiled. Virgil stared at Roman quietly for a moment before breaking into a smile "what else did I expect from you, God's your cheesy" he gently punched Romans chest with a laugh. Roman grinned "well, it's the least I can do before telling you" he paused, his grin fading into a sad smile "it's you." Virgil kind of stepped back, looking at Roman quietly for what felt like ages before finally speaking up, "me-... You- wait-" he kind of sputteted out trying to process what Roman said. Virgil was ripped from his thoughts when he heard Roman start coughing, it was different, the cough sounded almost like choking, it was wheezy and like Roman genuinely couldn't breathe. Without much of a second thought Virgil sat Roman on the floor and ran off to get him water, when he came back he set the bottle next to Roman and kneeled next to the princely figure rubbing his back. When the coughing fit was over Roman all but flopped back onto the floor panting for air, holding onto the flower he had coughed up in his hand.

The room was silent for what felt like ages, before Virgil cleared his throat and mumbled "I love you too Ro." Roman looked over at Virgil and smiled "I love you more, my chemically imbalanced romance" he teased a little, to which Virgil's eyeshadow bags shifted from black to Purple. He stared at Roman for a moment before looking away, a little smirk on his face, "you're so dumb" he said with a small chuckle. Roman grinned "what did you expect? You just told me I was Cheesy, and you weren't wrong." The princely figure reached over and dropped the flower in his hand into the trash, he turned his head to look at Virgil again, "you know... I didn't expect you to feel the same way... It's kind of nice that you do." Virgil scoffed a little "I've had feelings for you pretty much since we met Princey. Actually, now that I think about it, I've openly flirted with you a few times and...." he trailed off taking note of the way Roman was staring at him, it was such a genuine full of love look, it caught Virgil off guard. Roman just smiled "well don't stop talking now, tell me AAAALLLL about how much you love me Virg" he teased. Virgil could feel his face burning with embarrassment, "you're... You're messing with me... Right?" The apprehension in Virgil's voice made Roman frown. He cupped Virgil's face "not even a little bit cutie, keep going, I'll listen to you any day."

The 2 spent the rest of the night in Romans room talking, occasionally taking breaks for Roman, Hanahaki doesnt just go away over night after all.

~ the end ~

Wow- okay, the amount I mulled over this fic- hah, so anyways, hope you enjoyed.

#the clown wants attention #the clown writes sometimes #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman x virgil #hanahaki #fan fiction #fan fic writing

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Shed

Perhaps a Janus shedding fic? Idk with who, but maybe with him getting some scratches on itchy scales, from whoever is helping him through it, especially after scratching wayyyy too hard himself. Even better if he’s shedding because Thomas is going through a change, so he’s never actually done it before :) so he doesn’t know what’s happening :) – cherry-sofa-756

Okay, so. You are hands-down one of the best Sanders Sides fic writers out there and I will die on this hill. I will die on this hill and take everyone down with me. Anyway. Dramatic declarations aside (heh), I was wondering if I could make a request? I know this has been done before, but a fic where telling the truth actually hurts Janus, but he does it anyway because [insert one of several reasons here]? You just do Janus angst so well (you do everyone so well, how are you this good, how do you exist, can I tuck you into my pocket for safekeeping and appreciation) and I am honestly excited whenever I get a notification from you, so I figured why not ask? No pressure, though. I wish you all the best, may your ideas flow endlessly as you wish them, my friend! - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: shedding and body descriptions therein

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 2347

    It starts as auspiciously as it could have, he supposes, with a slight twinge of pain on the inside of his glove.

"Hey, Janus, do you remember what the consensus was of cinnamon versus blueberry?"

"Blueberry."

"Oh, great, thanks. Is the good baking tray over there?"

When Janus doesn't say anything, Patton glances up only to see him staring at his hand.

"Uh, Janus? You okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, I just—mmph."

"You sure? You don't sound okay. Is something the matter?"

Janus looks at his hand for a moment longer before shaking himself and smiling at Patton. "Yes, I'm quite alright. You wanted this tray, correct?"

Patton gives him a strange look but doesn't push, taking the tray and continuing to gather the ingredients they need.

Later, back in the safety of his own room, Janus hisses as he carefully peels his glove from his left hand, wincing as it tugs and sticks in all the ways it shouldn't. When the last of the fabric is gone and he can see his hand properly, it's a curse he hisses between his teeth.

He's shedding.

"Of course I am," he spits, reaching for his first-aid kit tucked on top of his desk, "of course, can't just be a snake in the abstract and metaphorical way, no, I need to be a snake literally too, hmm? Have to molt and shed and hissssss…"

He takes out a tube of ointment and opens it, wincing at the crack of the scales on his hand.

"Sure. Why not?"

Getting a little bit of the ointment on the very tip of his finger, he starts to smooth it over the cracked and peeling scales only to stifle a cry of pain when it burns, leaping up from his desk and rushing to the bathroom to wash it off. He shoves his hand under the cold water and scrubs, almost chewing a hole through his lower lip as the pain flares bright and sharp up his arm.

"And of course, I don't have anything that would actually be useful," he grunts as he finally gets the pain to stop, "why would things I have already be helpful? That would be easy, and god forbid things be easy for me."

Alright. So no ointment. Shit, what do snakes do when they shed?

He could ask Logan, although Logan would want to know how he's feeling, what the scales are reacting like—would want to examine him to determine what snake he resembles the most, would want to see how much of him is covered in scales, because Logan is always curious.

He could ask Remus, but Remus might not understand that Janus wants this to be, well, as painless as possible, that he wants to just have a little bit of help and not find out what happens just for the fuck of it.

He could ask Virgil, who is the only one who might know what this is like with his molting cycle or whatever, but…

But trying to ask Virgil for a favor now, especially after all they've been through, seems like rubbing salt into an open wound.

Or rubbing that goddamn ointment over shedding scales.

"So," he grunts, sitting back down at his desk, cradling his hand in his lap, "the Internet it is."

He finds a dubious-looking article that says to try and keep the snake's environment moist and humid, suggesting paper towels and a plant-mister to keep the humidity levels high. Warm water…orchid bark substrate…and oh, not to forget that a snake's scales will become duller in appearance and their eyes will go all cloudy and blue before they really start shedding.

Great. Just great.

He looks back down at his hand, which is already starting to look dull.

"This is going to be fun."

****

The extra fun thing about it is that it seems that telling the truth makes it worse.

Try to tell Patton that yes, he'd like another cup of tea? Burning on the inside of his glove.

Try to tell Logan that no, he's not being ridiculous with his new paper idea? Side of his face itches like crazy.

Try to tell Remus that he needs to calm down and start trying to clean up? His clothes hate him now, actually.

Try to tell Virgil that everything's alright, that he can work out of the spiral he's in? No legs for him, he has to sit down and not move until his scales settle down.

Try to tell Roman that he cares?

More like try not to jump at the sight of his reflection in the mirror, one eye clouded and blue and almost blind.

The good news—if you can even call something good news in a time like this—is that he's forced to lie to keep up appearances for when the others start asking questions, which at least staves off the very worst of it in public. But when he hides in his room at night, he has to wince and tremble as he peels his clothes off of himself and clambers into a bath that is either too cold or too hot, trying to help the shedding go faster.

This hurts. This really fucking hurts.

Shit, how often does he have to do this?

He crawls out of the bath and dries himself gingerly on a towel, crawling into bed and curling up into a little ball. He closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep, tries to get away from the terrible itching sensitivity that's starting to break out across his scales. If he can just weather this until it's over, he can figure out what to do next time and make sure he does it. If he can just fall asleep…

He lies awake for hours that night, fighting the urge to toss and turn to get some relief on his itching scales and fighting the urge to cry out at every rasp of fabric against his oversensitive skin.

The others are starting to get worried. He managed to plead off the issue with his eye by pretending it was a colored contact from Remus when Virgil cornered him about it, but he knows sooner or later Virgil's going to go confirm that with Remus himself and discover that it was a lie. He's got to figure out something before they all bust down his door, demanding to know what's going on.

"I'm fine," he chants in the sheets, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine…"

It's the only way he's able to get to sleep that night, because the lies make the pain a little bit easier to bear.

****

Of course, no lie lasts forever, and Janus wakes up in a dizzying blur of sensation, body on fire and eyes clouded over, twitching and groaning in pain as his scales do their very best to rid themselves of his body. A cry traps itself in his throat, his eyes welling up with furious tears as he tries in vain to find some comfort on the blankets that feel more like hot coals.

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

No sooner does the pain swallow his senses does he feel the tug of two Sides appearing in his room.

"J? J, I felt that, are you—holy shit."

"Oh, Snakey, you're an idiot."

"Now is not the fucking time, Remus, go go go!"

"Alright, alright, I'm going."

"Hey, J," Virgil's voice says, muffled through layers and layers of cotton, "hey, hey, it's okay. We're here now, we're gonna help you."

Help? How in the fuck are you gonna help me with this?

"Don't worry," he continues when all Janus can do is groan in pain, "I'm sure whatever quip you were trying to make was a winner."

Thank you.

"C'mon," Remus's voice says from a ways away, "I got the door open, bring him through. The cot's still in the spare greenhouse, we can put him there."

"Ready? One, two, three, up we go."

He's hoisted as gently as possible into two strong arms and carried like a babe through to somewhere warm and sweet-smelling. A confused moan leaves his mouth as he's laid to rest on something soft, a gentle breeze following him.

"We need to get your clothes off you, Snakey," comes Remus's voice, "they're only gonna hurt you. It's okay, it's just us."

Hands, gentle hands free him from the worst of his clothing, leaving his boxers to protect what little modesty he has left. When the slightly humid air touches his scales he could whimper from relief. Then there's something soothing and wet pressed against the scaled side of his face and he blinks awake, only able to make out fuzzy shapes as he turns his head.

"Shh, shh, lie still," Remus bids—Virgil must be the one holding the thing to his face— "we gotta get you in a bath, okay? You've started shedding in pieces, we gotta help make sure you get all of it off, okay?"

"R'mus?"

"Yeah, Snakey, it's me. Virgil's here too."

"Hey, J. Long time no see. Oh, shit, uh, I mean—"

A small laugh works its way through Janus's throat and Virgil chuckles.

"Swear that wasn't intentional." He leans down too and oh, there's the blurry Virgil. "Do you think it's okay for us to move you? There's a warm bath over there that'll help loosen up the process for you, okay?"

"Hurts."

"I know, bud, it's gonna hurt for a little bit until we can get you calmed down."

"Why?"

"Blame it on biology if you want. Stress makes the shedding process harder."

"That's stupid."

"Yes, yes, it is. Unfortunately still true."

Janus grunts and leans into Virgil's touch. Remus carefully cards his hair back from his face. "You okay to let us move you, Snakey?"

"Mm."

"Up we go," Virgil says again, carefully lifting him up to carry him across the greenhouse and set him down in a large basin of warm water. "Can we help wash you?"

"Mhm." He turns his nose into the crook of Virgil's neck, breathing in softly. "Smells good."

"What, me or the greenhouse?"

"Both."

Remus chuckles. "That's good to hear. C'mere, give me your arm…"

There's something terribly intimate about letting someone else bathe you. Remus's hands are gentle as they work over the smooth scales—well, less smooth now—and rinse the beginnings of shed skin free from his body. On the other side, Virgil carefully does the same to the scaled parts of his torso, careful to avoid any red and angry bits as Janus begins to drift under the sensation of it.

"You're doing real good, bud," Virgil murmurs, "really good. We're almost there."

"Can we wash your hair," Remus asks, "we'll bring another basin over so the shampoo won't get near your scales, but it might feel nice to not be all greasy anymore."

"Just be careful?"

"Of course." Virgil gets up and he laments the loss for a moment, but then Virgil's sitting behind his head and smiling down at him. "Hey, bud. You wanna let me wash your hair?"

"Mhm."

What kind of greenhouse is this, he finds himself wondering as Virgil starts to spray his hair with a faucet, and why is Virgil so good at this?

Then Virgil starts to work his fingers through Janus's hair and there goes his capacity for higher thinking. If he could be slightly more aware, he might be embarrassed of the noises leaving his mouth, but as of right now he's just going to enjoy not being first and foremost in pain. The shampoo Virgil's using smells really good, not too strong, and leaves a pleasant cooling effect on his scalp even after it's been rinsed out. Remus's hands are sure and gentle as they finish cleaning the last of his scales, sitting back and running a damp hand through his own hair.

"Let's have you soak for a little longer," he says quietly, "then we'll get you out and see what else you need, okay?"

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Remus levels a stare at him. "Just come to us next time, yeah?"

Janus shifts a bit sheepishly under the look. "…yeah, okay."

"Good."

"You look sleepy," Virgil murmurs, still working the conditioner through his hair, "if you wanna doze off, that's okay. We'll wake you up when we need to move you."

"…yeah?"

"Yeah, bud, go on. It's okay, we're right here."

And so he closes his eyes, drifting off to the feeling of Virgil's hands in his hair and warm water lapping against his scales.

Maybe…maybe he needn't have been so scared about asking them for help.

Perhaps the worst of it truly is behind him, because the truth doesn't hurt as the warmth and safety lull him to sleep.

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[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Burned Bridges

Summary: Virgil runs into a wasted Janus at a party that his best friend, Roman, is throwing on Halloween night. A locked door forces them to confront their heavy past.

Ships: past analogical, present prinxiety

CW/TW: Alcohol, smoking, homophobia and bullying, Human!Virgil, Human!Remus (mentioned), Human!Roman, Human!Remy (mentioned), Human!Janus, Human!Logan (mentioned), unsympathetic Virgil, unsympathetic Janus, sympathetic Roman

It was October 31st and instead of binge watching horror movies by himself in the dark of his room, Virgil found himself standing in the corner of his childhood bestfriends house, early 2000’s pop music blasting in the background. He hadn’t dressed up and hundreds of people were bobbing up and down in a sea of red plastic cups, costumes, and glow stick bracelets, screaming the lyrics that came out of the speakers Roman had bought. He’d forced Virgil to go with him to buy them after begging him to come to the party because, in his words, “you never get out of the house, it’ll be fun! Especially if you meet a cute guy”

Virgil laughed after he said this, only responded with “yeah, whatever you say, Roman.”

Tequila suffocated anything that represented a pleasant smell out of the room. He was holding a drink himself, taking sips of it occasionally; not because it tasted good—at all—but because he had a hunch he wouldn’t want to remember the events of tonight.

His throat burned. He knew he wasn’t supposed to sip Tequila, normally he chugged it, but he liked the distraction of the pain and the warmth that filled him after every taste.

He desperately looked around for a familiar face. Last he saw Roman was when the party had started four hours earlier. It was now 2 AM and he had done nothing but drink, take shots with Remus and a few of his friends, be forced to dance by Remy, and stand in the corner waiting for it all to be over.

He chugged the rest of his drink and stood there for a moment, sinking in the environment around him, ultimately deciding to hide in the bathroom until the party was over. He took a few shaky steps into the crowd of people, shoving past drunks and the occasional stoner. He never really understood why Roman hung out with these kind of people, he honestly doubted that he knew most of the people in his house anyway.

He found his way to the bathroom and shoved it open, quickly closing and locking it, sitting on the cold tile floor.

In his rush, he hadn’t noticed Janus, wearing a Harry Potter costume, who was also sitting on the floor.

“Fuck, Sorry I didn’t know you were—“

Janus cuts him off “Vrrrrrrgggllll” he laughs, the name on his tongue slurring together.

“Look I didn’t know you were in here, I’ll just leave.” He states bluntly, getting up to open the door, wishing he still had his drink, he really didn’t want to remember this. He tried to force down his unresolved anger but it came out sharp in his voice.

“Vir-gil,” Janus hiccups “can I tell youuuu a secret?”

Virgil tries to unlock the door but it’s jammed, no matter how hard he pulls or twists the knob, it won’t budge. He sinks back down to the floor, annoyed. “Whatever Janus, sure” he says

“I think you’re still angry at me” he blurts out, giggling a bit, eyes drooping.

“Yeah, I am. You fucked me over, really bad. Who wouldn’t be.” he spits. He had his knees to his chest, his back to the door, trying to stay as far away from Janus as he could.

Janus struggled to stand up, grabbing onto the shower curtain and slipping, falling back down, pulling the curtain and rod down with him. Janus just giggled. “Oops.” was all he said.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, Janus. Can you stop being a nuisance for two minutes?” He screams.

Janus looks at him for a moment before registering what he said, mumbling a “sorry”

With anyone else, Virgil would’ve felt sorry for yelling, but Janus was the exception. He deserved it, worse than that even.

“You ruined the one good thing I had and you expect me to feel fucking sorry for you?” He snaps.

“I-“ Janus hiccups “I didn’t mean to” the light and carelessness in his eyes from earlier, gone. Now replaced with only a hint of it behind dull pupils.

“Yeah?, well you did. You think ganging up on me and Logan didn’t fucking ruin our relationship? You think the constant harassment inside and outside of Uni wasn’t fucking enough for me to have atleast a little bit of anger towards you?” he was practically screeching but he didn’t care, the music would cover it anyway.

Janus was staring at him, almost emotionless apart from the look in his eyes, which were starting to water.

Virgil got up to try the door again when Roman suddenly opened it, looking from Virgil to Janus and then Virgil again. He gave him a “what the actual hell is going on????” look and Virgil just shook his head, shoved past Roman and into the crowd.

Roman stared at Janus for a minute, taking notice of the curtain and curtain rod astray on the floor. He didn’t say anything, just closed the door and ran after Virgil.

———————————————————————

After a few minutes of searching inside, he found Virgil in his front yard, sitting on the stairs, smoking a cigarette.

He sat down next to him and a thick silence hung between them. Virgil blew out smoke into the cold air before clearing his throat. “He was acting like we were best friends again, can you believe it?” He laughed in exasperation.

Roman could believe it, Janus had always been an asshole in College and even before that, that was kinda his thing, which was why he was surprised when Virgil had suddenly decided to become friends with him one day.

“He’s so funny dude, like literally one of the best people I’ve ever met” he had said

Roman had just smiled and laughed in return, knowing how awful he was to his other friends.

Roman didn’t say anything this time either, just shook his head.

“I hate him so much, Ro. He’s awful. He ruined everything. Logan hasn’t spoken to me in almost a year because of the shit he pulled before we graduated.”

Roman sighed, “I know, Virg…but he’s not necessarily known for being a good person, I thought you knew that” he says softly.

Virgil took a drag of his cigarette and breathed out, “obviously not.” He said a little annoyed.

Immediately he regretted it. “Sorry” he said, tapping his cigarette and letting the ashes fall.

Roman gave him a reassuring smile, “it’s okay”

Virgil put his cigarette on the concrete step they were sat on, getting rid of its light and throwing the butt into the grass. He put his head in his hands. “Life’s rough, man. I don’t even miss him anymore I’m just upset because he made me really, really happy. Sometimes…I feel like it’s my fault? for introducing him to Janus.”

“It’s not your fault at all. It’s his. Honestly? I don’t even know why he’s here. I didn’t invite him, someone else probably did.“ Roman says the last part sheepishly, a little ashamed that he let Janus in his house with his best friend that he hurt irreversibly.

Virgil turns to Roman, staring at him longingly in the eyes. They were beautiful. Hazel with green specks around the edges. Maybe it was the tequila, or his exhaustion, or his desperation to feel loved by someone, but he slowly moved a hand to Romans face.

“Can I?” He whispered

Roman looked at him for a moment, weighing his options. He did like Virgil, but what if he was doing this in a drunken haze? What if he was just using him to get over Logan? He didn’t believe he was truly over their relationship just yet.

Despite these fears, Roman shook his head and their lips locked. He let himself melt into it, let himself enjoy the moment. He tasted of alcohol, honey lavender tea, and Marlboro Reds.

After a moment, Virgil pulled away; A look of blissful happiness on his face.

Roman was still holding onto the moment, staring through Virgil.

He looked at him, worried. “oh god I’m so sorry did you not want—“

Roman interrupted him, “No! no I did..I really, really did.” He smiled, genuinely.

Virgil returned it, “That’s good.”

Roman paused for a second “so…does this mean we’re dating?..” he asked “cause you’re drunk and I just don’t want-“

Virgil took Romans hands in his. “I’m just a little tipsy, Honey, but I know what I want, and what I want is this.” he says gently.

“Okay.” Roman responds, hopeful.

“I’m gonna head home, alright? Text me, I’ll respond as soon as I can” Virgil says

“I will, love” he says. The nickname feels odd leaving his lips, especially being used on someone who’s been his friend for 22 years, but he says it anyway.

Virgil gets in his car and pauses.

Romans phone dings after a minute or two and he takes it out of his pocket, reading the message before watching Virgil’s car leave his driveway.

Virgil<3: “I promise I want this, and I want you. Some tequila and a little heartbreak doesn’t change that. 💜”

Roman smiles, puts his phone back in his pocket, and goes back inside.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #ts patton #patton sanders #roman sanders #ts remus #ts janus #janus sanders #unsympathetic virgil #sanders sides fanfiction #ts roman #virgil sanders angst #ts deceit #ts anxiety #prinxiety #analogical #remy sanders #ts remy #unsympathetic janus #sympathetic Roman #Spotify

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

Virichie concept they both go off to separate colleges (despite wanting to go to the same one, they eventually decided to go to the places that would best for them individually) and don't see each other for a few months cus college AND being secret superheroes is hard and they were too busy to visit, and they talk all the time on the phone and over shockvox and stuff but it's not the same!!!!

And then they see each other for the first time in a while and they're both like... Oh.

Especially Virgil seeing Richie probably having had a growth spurt (he def takes after his dad and his dad is a VERY LARGE MAN. This boy is gonna be Big Boy) and thriving being away from home (COUGH DAD COUGH) and just like... Happy. And being like. Oh. OH. I LIKE MEN. HUH. WOW HEY RICH YOU GOT. TALL. like just real-time realizing he's bi as hell and his best friend is REALLY cute, was he always cute??? Oh he was, wasn't he. oh god help. HELP.

Meanwhile Richie (already knew he was gay as fuck and hopelessly gone for his best friend for like... A WHILE) is having an easier time dealing with Pretty Best Friend, he's used to it, and is just fucking ecstatic to see Virgil again bc he MISSED HIM SO MUCHHHHHH and just gives him the biggest bear hug bc FUCK toxic masculinity he missed his best friend and he's gonna hug him dammit (he's def made some queer friends at college and is more comfortable with himself than he used to be, like I said, he's thriving) and Virgil is just kinda dying bc he just realized some shit and now he's just. Engulfed in his suddenly very tall best friend who is also probably pretty wide by now (we all saw the future we know he's gonna be a big guy) and kinda just. Internally freaking out but in a good way. In shock from Gay Realizations

Also they've both individually been growing their hair out bc I think it's cute. It's still at "too long but too short" awkward stage for Richie unfortunately. Luckily I think his hair probably grows fast (I'm projecting)

#virichie #gearshock #virgil/richie

[fangirltothefullest]

OH MY GOD! WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT ROMAN! This is a conversation I’ve had with my friends so many times! Roman is constantly villainized in the fandom for how he treats certain sides (namely Virgil and Janus) but this poor man has been getting so many mixed signals on what’s right and wrong.

First he’s mean to Virgil (not great but Virgil wasn’t exactly reaching across the aisle at that point)

So he’s much nicer to the next dark side that shows up (aka Janus) and he gets guilt tripped for being on deceit’s side

So he starts mistreating Janus just like everyone else is and guess what? He gets scolded for that too!

He really can’t catch a break.

I have SO MANY thoughts about this. Wverything is so nuanced but especially for Roman. What fascinates me is rewatching the episodes in order in quick succession we see Roman starting to make sure he doesn't use negative nicknames and then he's used like a puppet in the courtroom but its not Janus thats the problem, it's THOMAS who asks Roman for punishment.

Janus wanted him to go to the callback and the courtroom was specifically for the purpose of making Thomas admit that he would rather go to the callback because it would be good for him so he would stop listening to Patton telling him what he wants and doesn't and actually make the nest choice for himself mentally and emotionally.

But it backfired and when Thomas admitted he was a liar he wanted punishment for being that way and so Thomas looked at Roman, his ego, his desires, the thing responsible for his wants and hopes and dreams, the root of his supposed evils and looked at him and said what you want is bad for me and selfish so I need to be punished for listening to YOU.

That's what happened in that courtroom, that's why Janus was like what the fuck you missed the point that's why Roman did a 180 and called Janus a villain later because Janus was on Roman's side but THOMAS'S GUILT turned against him and so he punished himself by focusing Thomas to do the one thing he didn't want to do as penance.

And the worst part is that Janus didn't realize that was happening. If Thomas felt that strongly against his ego as being bad for doing that then Roman would have to do better- have to listen to what the guilt has its chokehold on- Thomas's morality. So he absolutely tries to follow Pattons call because it's clear to Roman that Thomas wants to listen to Patton and even if Patton openly admits that he doesn't know what to do, Thomas has burdened Patton with needing him as a guide. And Patton of course is trying his dawned best even though all his morality is basically learned from parents and religion and life doesn't prepare you for the complexities of it all so he's struggling too!

This here is why i don't see any sides as villains- none of them are deliberately trying to harm Thomas and the problem is actually Thomas trying to expect too much of himself.

There's my theory that Guilt is actually a side... but I don't think it would be Orange because that to me seems lore like something subconscious and potentially louder and more self-preserving than guilt. But I digress.

#sanders sides

[gregoftom]

the way these two outsiders could have been enemies but they just love each other so much they get on so well they're best friends they have each other to lean on 😭😭😭

from ep 1 greg could have been a threat to tom. but they!!! they're fucking besties! they make each other laugh and smile, in a world where people are rarely laughing and smiling. they're sooooo beautiful 🥺🥹

OUGHHHhhrrrr yeah yeah god fuck. please it's the best thing i ever seen. and yeah i always talk about that, how like. literally tg are the most genuine relationship on the show [save for conwilla, but they literally parallel it repeatedly too so], they stuck it out the entire way and [ted lasso voice] won the whole fuckin' thing. had their bumps as tom would say but came out the end even more in love than ever. taught each other. greg taught tom he was worth something, that he could stand up for himself, that he could fucking fight for himself and what he wants, cared about his well being when no one else gave a shit. tom taught greg the way of this world, mentored him, protected him when no one else would. they took each other seriously when everybody else looked down their noses at them, joked about them, insulted them, scoffed at them, and they proved them all wrong together. tom ever the virgil guided greg ever the dante through hell itself and they changed the stars at the other side and came out of it, [true] forgiveness being the final barrier before they could emerge and break through and out. they forgave each other for everything.

they do. they make each other happy. i don't think anybody else has or could make either of them that... content. i don't think anybody else could really truly forgive one another like those two have. nobody else really truly likes another as a human being, good and bad, richer or poorer, better or worse, in sickness and in health, like they do. they just........ [sighs deeply] they're so in love and they're best friends. what could be better than this.

#tomgreg #best friends pining to lovers to married GET #i love them................ So Much

[transfemlogan]

i feel silly sending this after i already missed the ship discussion window on your blog 😭 but anyway thoughts on royality? most people are generally neutral on them which is fair i just think about them all the time fxjjjfydtjfhs

U DID NOT MISS RHE SHIP DISCUSSION. SHIP DISCUSSION 24/7 ON THIS BLOG !!!!!!

also i absolutely love royality . i dont talk about them atall on this blog but roman ia my 2nd fave character & i think he & patton r genuinely so cute together. like theyre BEST FRIENDS... THEYRE LOVERS!!! AUUGHH they make me so ill.

i also feel like they parallel analogical really well, i know thats not really the point, but like. they are both friends 2 lovers dynamics but in opposite directions. pattkn & roman probably got "married" in kindergarten & probably do these huge gestrues 4 each other, so when they do start dating it's like their dynamic doesnt even change. they're high school sweethearts. logan & virgil are attached at the hip thru out their entire lives, but once one of them confesses, they feel awkward trying 2 stumble around romance & romantic gestures b4 realising they dont need to do anything like that to show theur love 4 each other. it takes them like so long to get together. (it could also 100% worked reversed im just showing an example) IM CRAZY IM CRAZY

& in canon like. theyre just genuinely good fucking friends which is why it hurts so much 2 see them in an awkward state if their friendship now & neither of them knowing how to fix it or wanting 2 admit theyre in the wrong even though they both feel guilty. they just want everything to go back the way it was but it cant. roman slowly leaning in2 virgils friendship which hurts patton bcuz he & virgil arent even friends anymore & he wonders if its spiteful when he knows its not. patton leaning in2 janus' friendshio which hurts roman bcuz he knows patton took janus' side (after telling roman not to take his side) & he is still sitting there continuing to take his side & he cant help but feel bitter and betrayed. AUGH. AIAIEUGUTJ3U2UANWF THROWS UPS COUGHS UP BLOOD

#ask #im ill im ill ik ill #SHSOULD I BE PUTTING THESE IN SHIP TAGS #royality #idk... pspsps royality fans . i loge u all...

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Dukexiety friends to lovers... But make it long distance!

They met on a chatroom when they were fourteen (stay safe out there kids) and Remus liked Virgil's profile theme so he DMed him. Remus is very persistent in becoming friends so they become closer and closer throughout the years.

Remus sees Virgil's descendent into his final form (emo) and Virgil sees Remus switch between phases and aesthetics in an instant (bros too fluid to stick with one 100%, send tweet).

They're on call late into the night; Remus is an insomniac and Virgil's just a night owl so they're up until the early hours of the morning playing video games and watching YouTube or shows together. Their parents have to come in a few times over the years asking them to quiet down because everyone else is trying to sleep. (Their parents have never seen them laugh so hard until they were on call together.)

They text when Virgil gets panic attacks. Remus doesn't just pick up and respond when Virgil is having one, he responds IMMEDIATELY. He calls and, while it's not the same and not a one-off fix, it helps.

Virgil complains about bullies, Remus threatens to kill them. Threatens to cyber bully them actually 100% /gen about it too. Virgil says thanks but no thanks. Remus complains about his bullies but more so in the cocky "they just don't get how cool I am" way. Virgil finds it funny. He agrees.

They tease each other about where they're from, be it different states in the US or different countries in the world. "You call it what???" "Hell no, you're wrong! It's called this!" type of stuff.

They fall asleep on call together. Virgil has been jittery since a panic attack hours ago and Remus is more than happy to sit on the phone with him to "watch the room" and make sure he's safe to go to bed.

They get each other gifts. Just stick in each other's addresses instead of theirs for the gift.

Also copious amounts of door dash for each other. That way they can eat together, even when it's late or whatever time it is for them.

Finally, when they're eighteen and when they have enough money, they make the connection.

Remus is coming to visit Virgil (they decided it because Virgil was anxious about actually going on a plane, meanwhile Remus wanted to watch Final Destination). And Virgil is waiting for him, in the one outfit he knows Remus thinks is a good look.

Virgil almost falls over when Remus finally gets him in a hug. And they both maybe cry a little bit. Virgil's makeup is ruined; Remus would say the same except he likes how it looks.

Virgil's family is VERY excited to meet Virgil's best friend in person and Virgil himself is shocked by Remus' politeness. He smiles, doesn't cuss, says yes ma'am/sir no ma'am/sir — really buttering up the parents. And of course Remus is staying with them. Of course.

Platonic (.... ehhhhh) cuddles. They play games together in person. Late nights up together in person.

It's one of those late nights that it happens. They're both really tired and maybe a little drunk or high and one thing leads to another and they kiss. And at first it's shocking but it doesn't register as scary (at least not to Virgil) and then they kiss. a lot. Nothing further. But just a lot of "oh my god I can't believe I get to do this I've wanted to do this for ages."

The next morning is a little awkward but the cuddles are far far more intense. They cuddle and they kiss and talk and oh shit they've had crushes on each other for how long??? And they're only just now talking about it?

The goodbyes again when Remus has to go home? They're hard. Really hard. They hold each other like they'll never see each other again. They obviously will and they'll be on the phone the whole time but it's hard.

Good thing they're seeing each other again in two months :)

— 👑

S O B B I N G that's S O fucking cute P L E A S E!!! It's really sweet to see that they basically grew up together online and how close and caring they are for one another <3 (Ree can and will either slice a bitch through a screen or get Vee's bullies banned on all platforms if needed XD) Also I'm cackling at the fact that they're so oblivious to their crush on the other as if the intense cuddling and kissing weren't the main signs XD But of course the spooky beloveds can happily reunite two months later and do it all over again <3

#dukexiety friends to lovers is one of my many weaknesses #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #👑 anon #not a countdown

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Ghost Furbies?

Words: 1,713 Warnings: Unreality, Delusions, Hallucinations, Playful Violence (via pillows), Questionable Health Choices, Overthinking, Entrapment, Don’t Do This Characters: Virgil, Remus Ships: Platonic and/or Ambiguous Dukexiety Universe: And they were Roommates Genre: Crack Extra Tags: Humour, Furbies, Sleepy Cuddles (violence style)

   Toh-dye. Virgil looked up and around the room, the shadows crawling in the corners unlit by his desk light. He wasn’t sure where that noise came from, and it was incredibly weird. It sounded very real. But it also sounded like a furby toy. And that didn’t seem right. He was home alone. Remus had left with Remy to go out hours ago. He reached up to check his ears for headphones, but all he felt was jewelry. Alright. Well. Unless he was haunted by a fucking furby, he didn’t know what to do with that.

   He glanced over at the clock, still blinking 12:00 at him. Boo toh-loo a-loh. What does that furby want? Virgil still hadn’t set the time, so it was incredibly pointless. Or maybe he set it once upon a time, then unplugged again it for staring at him. It did look annoyingly smug for a clock. Virgil reached around blindly for his phone and picked it up, checking the time on there. Yup. Awake fifty-two hours now. Still not tired. Not sure what he did wrong, but he didn’t really want to go to bed at this point. Way-loh. Though the last set of nightmares helped him never want to sleep again, too. So it could be a little right. But it still felt wrong. Other than the furby noises.

   There was something about this room. Or the weather. Possibly his roommate. They were best friends, but he didn’t fully trust the guy as far as he could throw him. Could be Virgil’s diet, right? Remus approved of him eating nothing but a bag of twizzlers and pop-rocks filled soda, but they went to the dollar store together to wrangle together something resembling dinner. Remus had swedish fish and canned dog food. That seemed worse, and he slept okay. They split that soda, even. Or was he just wrong about all of reality in the first place?

   Virgil sanity got called into question often, and Logan would say something about ‘sanity not being a viable gauge of mental health or the human condition, and is largely used derogatorily against people with psychological disorders and not for any medical purpose’. At the time he explained it, it made perfect sense, but now he was pretty certain he can’t be fixed so hard that he’s dead and possibly even a ghost? He had to be a ghost. Who doesn’t sleep for fifty-two hours and still isn’t tired? He isn’t even hungry. Virgil kind of feels like he’s… buzzing under his skin. Dah boh-bay. But that’s all he feels. He isn’t even sure he cares about anything. He doesn’t even care about the furby noises anymore. That sounded like classic ghost behaviour.

   The sound of the front door unlocking moved through his head passively, but not enough to fully register what it was. He wasn’t sure if that was the gears of the furby that haunted him or not. Noh-lah. And the furby now wants to dance, so the gears grind loudly as it rocks back and forth, making noises from its little plastic beak only translatable by the gods. Yup. He’s haunted by furbies, he’s pretty certain. Ghosts probably get haunted all the time. That’s what it’s called when ghosts hang out with each other because they can’t hang out with alive people. Speaking of, he’s also not sure when he last left the apartment. But ghosts can maybe leave the apartment. Maybe that’s not proof.

   “Virgil.”

   Not being hungry or sleeping thing was evidence, though. Virgil held up his palm and crept in to poke it. Reality glitched in little rectangles as he poked his palm, so pressed again, just to confirm. No, he’s not intangible. Or wait, if he was intangible, he wouldn’t go through himself, would he? Or maybe it’s an unconscious thing. His legs are buzzing too much to go try to walk through a wall, and he would probably have to surprise himself to get it to work. Things always seemed to work like that, stuff being simple was rare. What else did ghosts have?

   “Virge.”

   They’re see through, right? Virgil stared at his palm, forgetting what he was looking for. There was that furby gear sound again. It wants food. Doo-moh. The Furby hungers. Ay-tay. Feed it. Oh, right, invisibility. Wait. He��d still see himself again. Or it’s unconscious again, probably. Wait, what’s unconscious? Not him, that’s for sure. He doesn’t even know how many days that is.

   “Virgilius.”

   Can he even do math? He doesn’t think ghosts can do math. No, that’s not a thing ghosts are known for. Yeah, that’s evidence he’s a ghost. Can’t do math. Ghosts can’t drive, either. More proof he’s dead. Can’t get a license if you’re dead. Or if you keep getting psyched out and not taking the damned driver’s test, too, technically, but you can’t prove that’s not because he’s a ghost. Nobody can. There’s more proof that he’s a ghost than he isn’t.

   “Virgil!”

   Kkoh-koh. That furby keeps ghost-talking in his head. Lee-koo. Virgil groaned out a haunted noise, dancing his fingers in the air at themselves, still hunched over on his desk chair and staring down. Yup, ghost-like behaviour. No fighting it. He’s been dead this whole time. At least the furby gear grinding noise stopped.

   Virgil found himself floating out of the chair now, and he couldn’t help but hum delightedly in pure vindication. This made sense. He bounced over his bed and looked up at the ceiling, not really sure how he’d gotten here. Ghosts must teleport. A pillow landed hard on his face, and he blinked up, watching it rise and fall again, wondering if this made him a poltergeist.

   “Hey, fuckface!” Remus cried out, slamming the pillow down on his face again. “Are you fucking catatonic or what?”

   “No, I’m just dead,” Virgil shook his head. “Wait, you can see me?” He asked in surprise, pointing up to his face.

   “Can you see or hear *me? I’ve been trying to get your attention for ages!” Remus shot, flailing a hand with a bunch of glow stick bracelets on his wrist in the air.

   “Oh shit, am I the only human in a world of ghosts? What a twist,” Virgil hummed and nodded in satisfaction. What a nice ending. He liked that. Noo-loo.

   The pillow came down on his head. “Go”—more fuzz to the face—“to”—pillow punched—“sleep”—fluff fight—“you”—caution: cushion—“sleep-deprived”—downed by down—“dumpster fire!” The pillowed stayed pushed down on Virgil’s face until he struggled to breathe. He panicked at the lack of oxygen, flailing and shoving off the cushion and throwing it across the room as he gasped for air. A sullen Koo-doh from the furby.

   “Dude, what is your damage?” Virgil hissed, glowering at Remus, who seemed unfazed by the whole interaction, sporting a bored look and picking at his ear with his pinky.

   “What’s yours, webs-for-brains? I called your name four times, threw you on the bed, and socked you with a pillow. Nothing. Nada. It took some half-assed asphyxiating to get you to even react,” Remus stated matter-of-factly, picking at a bit of lint on his torn-up shirt.

   “That’s not a reason to fucking suffocate me!” Virgil shot, throwing the other pillow at him. It rebounded off of him to the floor, and he kicked it away without looking.

   “I let up as soon as you reacted,” Remus scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Are you going to sleep, or what?” He demanded to know, his eyes set in a hard line and his hand dropping to his hip.

   “Or what,” Virgil repeated with a scowl on his face.

   Remus smiled, tilting his head. “Then it’s time to play babysitter. It’s way past your bedtime, young man.” Remus’s grin grew wider, and he yanked at the blankets. In a swift move, he knocked Virgil over onto the bed and tucked the sheets around him tight, then fell on top of him and kept him pinned down. E-day may-lah.

   Virgil was stunned, questioning the reality of the situation. He attempted to break free from the blanket, but Remus didn't let go, keeping Virgil pinned to the bed. Both Virgil’s pillows were across the room, and he was under his partied-out roommate that smelled like questionable decisions and energy drinks, and he had no idea how he got here other than something about ghost furbies, because he had no memory of the past few… any.

   The confinement was uncomfortable, so thrashed some more, but the weight of Remus grew on him and he calmed down in just a few final flails. His face broke into a wide, shuddering yawn. He struggled to breathe in deep, and Remus shifted slightly to give him more room, and the extra space to breathe just made him yawn again. Actually, maybe this wasn’t so bad. As long as the ghost furbies stayed shut up. He heard no weird noises in what felt like a while. He’s not even sure what the problem was anymore. Was there even a problem?

   “Remus, what…” Virgil trailed off, yawning again, and it was starting to hurt his jaw. “What flavour is that smell?”

   “Green apple wildberry pineapple-mango blue razzle-dazzle mix,” Remus responded with an oddly self-satisfied tone.

   “Smells kinda… good,” Virgil stated, his eyes slipping closed. “Can I have some?”

   “Sure, emo. Count to six-six-six and I’ll give you a sip,” Remus answered playfully, reaching up to pat the top of his head before returning to his cuddle death-grip.

   “Okay. One. Two. Three…” Virgil’s head felt wobbly, and he scrunched up his face. He couldn’t rub it with his hand, so he leaned up to rub it on Remus’s head. “Four. Five. Six.” The volume tapered down after his head fell back to the bed. What was he counting for again? “Seven. Eight. Nine.” He yawned once more, and his entire head hurt from doing it. “Ten. Eleven. Twelve.” The numbers came out as a slurred together mumble. “Thirteen,” Virgil whispered, and he didn’t make it any farther. Remus didn’t let up until he was snoring, and all he did was go turn out the light before he crawled back into bed, pulling Virgil close, who rolled into him with an unintelligible murmur.

#tsss #sanders sides #ts sides #tsss fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #tsss fanfic #tss #tss fanfic #SaSi #SaSi fanfic #ts sides fanfic #ayri writes #virgil sanders #ts virgil #remus sanders #ts remus #dukexiety

[nova-they-exist-yup]

Hey I uh. How do you think HMS and Sanders sides would interact with each other on an individual level? What would each they think of eachother? I know you've gone into some detail on ao3, but there's an awful lot of 1-1 interactions to be had and do you think any of them could potentially be interesting?

Idk I'm curious what your thoughts and opinions are. I feel like Mind may end up intimidating a lot of them tbh, on purpose or not.

ooooooo i have many thoughts

Soul & Remus- best friends. they meet and they have a sick ass boss battle and then they’re like “so when do you wanna meet up?” they play SO MANY PRANKS on EVERYONE ELSE and are just so ksjaisnsksnsjsn

Mind & Janus- They get along semi-well. They get into debates often that always end up extremely off topic yet heated. Like they could be arguing about who did it in a murder mystery, and then 30 minutes later they’re arguing about which cereal is the best. Janus is seriously concerned about Mind’s agenda tho.

Mind & Logan- They get along well. At first. And then Mind does something that makes Logan snap like he did in dwit but FAR WORSE. After that Logan apologizes but doesn’t forgive Mind for whatever he said. After that they get along well again. They also watch Death in Paradise a lot. So yeah.

Heart & Patton- Patton immediately adopts him. Heart (accidentally) manipulates Patton to the point where he takes his side on literally anything. It takes a talking from Janus for Patton to get untangled from the guilt tripping. But they do get along pretty nicely. Heart also introduces Patton to Bluey and he LOVES IT.

Heart & Virgil- Eh. They know each other, as Patton adopted them both, they talk sometimes. Such and such. They do bond over music though. Virgil infected Heart with emo music and now he blasts Paramore at 3am because he’s a tiny bit down.

Soul & Roman- oh they hate each other at first. Like absolutely despise. They get into a boss battle and Soul wins, Roman is like ‘fuck no, rematch’ and then proceeds to get beat up like 9272827 times. When they do get along though they’re the best duet to ever sing a song. Literally they harmonize so well. And they watch Disney until like 5am.

BONUS: Whole & Thomas- They bond over the whole having different parts of yourself as actual people thing. Thomas helps Whole with his headaches, heartaches, and cramps, and Whole helps Thomas with social anxiety. They’re pretty good friends and would be great roommates.

I really want to write a fic where it’s literally just sides and HMS shenanigans but i want to add lore but don’t know how to lmao

#seriously tho like kshwjsnskssn #Idk what it is but the sides and HMS interacting always gets my tism brain going full speed ahead #it’s probably cuz I’m hyperfixated on both LMAO #sanders sides #chonny jash