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Thomas: *isn’t taken care of his mental health properly*
Janus:
Any side or Thomas: isn’t taken care of themselves
Patton, who also isn’t taking care of himself:
what if the orange side is just like,,, thomas
he’s been holding himself back all this time
Masterlist
AU’s
Teacher AU: (not attached fics/shots) Just Sander Sides as teachers. Might write for it if people want
Accepting Deceit/Janus
the original post/post that started it
chpt. 1
chpt. 2
chpt. 3
chpt. 4
chpt. 5
Non-series fics/One shots
Remus Has A Dumb Idea Basically, Remus has a dumb idea and his boyf Janus has to try and talk him out of it for his own safety (dukeceit)
Rant Fic: Bad Day Virgil suffers from chronic pain and one day, its all too much. Thankfully, he’s got people in his life who love him. (background duxiety, roceit + logality)
Two-Shot Series: Misunderstanding Part 1 , Part 2 Virgil’s feelings come to a head when Remus comes to him with a deal he can’t refuse. Misunderstandings ensue and Virgil’s forced to admit his feelings (dukexiety)
Remus is not a romantic person Remus breaks his owns boundaries because he thinks it what virgil wants. Spoiler: it’s not.
Christmas Fic Its Christmas and the sides do be existing
Grief Virgil and Remus deal with the grief of losing the most important person. First alone, then together
If The Heavens Ever Did Speak Religious trauma go brrrr. An Intrulogical Religious theme fic
Short fics
Movie night Remus proposes an idea that is quickly shot down. Insecurities arise and he goes to his boyfriend to help him sort his head out. (romantic dukexiety, + royality and loceit if you squint)
Not a Lie Virgil and Janus have history. History tends to repeat itself. (romantic anxciet)
Jitters Janus has to move for his new job and Virgil is worried about started school. Patton think they’ll pull through
Cheers Janus makes a toast for Virgil (hurt no comfort)
“A toast!” Everyone in the room looks up as Janus stands up, his chair screetching behind him. He’s sat at the top of the table. They’re all here, sitting at the long dining table. Everyone, including Thomas, who sits at the other end, looks up to the deceitful side but he’s only loooking at Virgil. “A toast,” Janus repeats. “To Virgil.” The room is quiet and Virgil feels everyone’s silent gazes swing to him. “To Virgil.” He razes his glass, the red liquid slopshing slightly. Virgil feels his dread building but he can’t look away. He’s gaze is frozen on the other side. “Always the protector,” he begins, his eyes shifting form brown to yellow. “never the protected.”
Virgil’s world comes crashing down around him. His vision begins to blur as he sees them all raise their glasses. They’re look at him. They’re all looking at him. He sees their lips moving but he can’t hear them over his own heartbeat in his ear. He wants to speak, but his vocal cords are gone. His throat is throbbing and he thinks someone might ripped them out of his throat. He wants to say something, anything, but he can’t. He’s helpless.
He’s alone.
Am I ORIGINAL?: facets of creativity
Welcome back, everyone, to the second name reveal of the series.
As expected, we find out Creativity’s name in an episode centered around the importance of… well, creativity. However, this episode isn’t just a celebration of how amazing and wonderful creativity is, but rather an introduction to some of the most important aspects of this Side: his passion, his insecurities, his expectations… and even his brother.
But let’s start from the beginning.
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Tell me you’re a Dark Side, without telling me you’re a Dark Side: the revenge
Before jumping into the main protagonist of the episode, let’s take a moment to appreciate how Anxiety always delivers the best lines:
[Thomas]: Okay, well I’ll j- I’ll just call it a Draw my Life. [Anxiety]: Boring. [Thomas]: What do you mean “boring”? It’s my life! [Anxiety]: I know what I said. (…) And on top of that, do you reeeally want to make something that’s been done before? Do you think that’s what THEY want to see? [Thomas]: Wh-… I don’t know… [Anxiety]: I’m gonna go ahead and say no.
Oh wow, this doesn’t remind me of anyone in particular. It’s not like there are other Sides who are so brutally honest with Thomas…
[Duke]: ♪ Hey Prude, your art is bad. ♪ (DWIT)
… or that don’t give a damn about criticizing Thomas (or anyone else, for that matter):
[Janus]: It really is astounding how these little meetings of the mind lead to clear and concise conclusions that leave everyone so happy… and angst free. (Have I Grown)
Nnnnope. No connections here.
Also, Anxiety is a liar:
[Anxiety]: Creativity is not my department.
… but you are a poet and you give Roman more nicknames than any other Side - thus proving a certain creativity with your words.
Oh Virge, you’re so much Janus’ son I can’t believe it.
Seguir leyendo
home. thomas x reader
summary 📣: in which reader and thomas share a close moment wondering if they’re finally home
warning/s 🚫: naked fluff, swearing
slater’s note 🗯: thomas has blue eyes in this okay?
it was peaceful.
the high pressured water knocked down all the pain away, all the soreness from running and rushing away from all the past problems that happened in the last few day. it all went down the drain.
the heat made your skin go numb in the most sensational way, the best feeling that had ever touched your skin in the longest time. you wanted to stay in there forever, but something was drawing you away into your new profound home.
you turned off the faucet, running your hands through your wet hair before stepping out of the shower, the cold air immediately nipped all over at your skin, surrounding you in coldness. it made you shiver while wrapping the white towel hung next to your stall around your body.
the room seemed to be completely empty, taking you by surprise since just like you, no one had had a proper shower in years. you shifted back and forth on your feet, the cold, wet tiles pressing hard against the bareness while you thought, soon noticing you weren’t the only one that still occupied the the shower room.
the water echoed loudly throughout the hollow, tiled filled room. it sounded lightly of a rainstorm, reminding you of afternoons in the glade when heavy water droplets fell from the previously clear blue sky, roughly crashing into the ground and tearing up the grass.
it didn’t feel real. none of it. hours ago you could've sworn there no other world out there than besides the glade, and no other people than besides the hundreds of boys that came in and out of the glade, death stealing them from their feet.
until thomas. with his crazy ambition and pretty blue eyes that drove you wild and out of your mind. the things he did within a couple of days you couldn’t ever do in a couple of years. he saved you, every one of you.
“hey, pretty boy,” you peaked your head through the thin manila material that shaded everyones eyes away from the person in the shower stall, that being pretty crystal blue eyed thomas.
how'd you guess?
he turned around, slightly shocked before realizing it was you, his facial features softening but yet slightly surprised still.
“nice ass.”
“shut up.”
you smiled up at him, admiring the way his eyes were shining back at yours, full of feverishness, high of energy. the rest of him looked worn out, your eyes dragging away his own, studying his low held shoulders, bruised, but clean.
“you gonna join me or not?”
you dropped your towel, your smile expanding at his words. you had never been with him personally, not this personally anyways. he was always a rock for you the moment he came from the box, finding a strange sense of comfort in him, as did he with you.
the moment you met thomas, you immediately saw something you never saw in other boys that came to the maze.
he had a court of hope that filled his eyes. it looked like he never slept, and for that, it also looked like his mind never stopped racing, never stopped thinking. he was special, he didn’t give up, he wasn’t okay with the fact that he was trapped unlike the other half of the boys who were rather comfortable with it.
he was a prodigy of hope.
“you talk to all girls that way, thomas?” “never met one until now.”
he held you close, his fingers pressing deeply into your hipbones as his eyes filled your own, full of admiration, consuming every feature of yours. he had an amused look on his face as he begun to pull you closer and closer, soon pulling you beneath the hot water.
his amused smiled expanded into a playful one as the two of your were now completely emerged in the warmth of thick droplets of steaming hot water.
your chest was soon pressed against his before the eagerness got the better of the both of you. his head dipped down close to you until the both of your mouths were pressed against one another’s.
a tension of pleasure begun to build up in your stomach as he worked his lips against yours, sucking before your head dropped backwards letting a low exhale of pleasure escape past your lips.
the slightest opening of your mouth made him take his chances, slipping his tongue against yours.
“you sure kiss like you have,” you pulled away, a smiled swarming your face as you watch him roll his eyes before cupping your cheek, kissing you one last time on your lips before pulling you into an embrace.
you had never felt that way before. a strange sense of comfort filled your stomach like a glass of juice. it added onto the warm ness of the shower as your cheek was pressed against thomas’ bare chest while his chin was pressed in the crook of your neck.
he pressed soft, wet kisses against your shoulder making your stomach go warm in happiness, a different happiness you had never felt before. you had never felt such a fast yet long euphoria made from such a closeness you had with nobody before.
you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before pulling away slightly, looking up to the boy with full admiration, “you think we’ll stay like this forever?”
“what, in the shower..?”
“no,” you lightly laughed breathily, “happy, safe... home.”
he pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyes reaching the far top of the ceiling, thinking and thinking before looking down again, meeting your eager and rare innocent looking eyes.
“we’re close, baby, real close.”
you melt. your hand reaches up to touch his face lightly, thumb caressing the light cut along his cheekbone. he closes his eyes lightly underneath your soft touch, soaking up how gentle you were.
“you’re home to me, thomas,” you whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek before you paused, rubbing your lips together before jumping up on your tippy toes, kissing his pretty lips.
maybe it was too fast, too random, too out of pocket... but you felt as if you needed to say it. you wanted him to hear it no matter how short of a time you knew him.
“i’ve never felt this way about anyone, no one has ever made me feel this safe,” your hand tracked to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the back of hair, “you feel like home.”