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#patton sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #moxiety #ts spoilers #gifPairing: Platonic Moxiety
Characters:
Virgil Sanders,
Patton
Sanders
Synopsis: Virgil is feeling depressed. Maybe an adorable dog can help?
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Crying, general emotional anguish
Word count: 717
He fought the tears for as long as he could.
He fought them until he realised the futility of fighting what was merely a physical response to the tide of despair rising within him. Then he let them run down his cheeks, and when their tickle on his face annoyed him, he wiped them across to the sides not caring how damp his face became.
Drawing his knees up to his chin, he wrapped his arms around them in a crushing embrace, burying his face in the fabric of his ripped jeans and letting it muffle the sobs that wrenched through his body.
Did he stay like that for two minutes? Ten? Time had lost all meaning for him when the sea of anguish had flooded his always-fragile psyche. In any case, he stayed like that until he felt something small and firm pushing repeatedly at his thigh.
He
lifted his face from the smothering fabric and turned his head to
identify the source of this intrusion.
I’m very new to participating in the Sanders Sides fandom, but it looks like there’s been quite a few people having a hard time recently, so here’s a drawn with my finger on an iPad Patton hug for everyone.
(( @vigilantvirgil this was made particularly for you, I love your blog and the thoughts and comments you give on other posts and I know you’re having a rough time right now. I hope it gets better for you!))
Lots of love to everyone
Relationship: Platonic Moxiety
Synopsis: Virgil gets caught in a storm and soaked to the skin. Luckily Patton finds him and makes things better.
Words: 1,807
Genre:
Hurt/Comfort, Human AU
Warnings: Panic Attack, Rain
Virgil could feel the change in the air, see the daylight subtly dim as thicker clouds rolled into the already overcast sky. As the first light droplets began to fall, he pulled up his hood and hunched his shoulders, shrugging deeper into the warmth of his jacket. The drops were growing heavier already, more persistent, and he could sense far worse to come – something in him seemingly unconsciously in tune with the air pressure, giving a small advance warning that would be wasted if he couldn’t reach shelter soon.
Wearily he forced his legs to pick up speed, watching drops of water hit the ground ahead of him and leave ripples in the quickly growing puddles. His breathing was becoming shallower, more rapid, and he felt a dark, anxious shadow begin to close around his heart. His jeans were already unpleasantly damp, wetter patches at the base of each leg spreading upwards and water seeping in through each rip. By the time he got home the denim was sure to be soaked through and clinging like a second skin.
@moxieties VOR MDUDE I GOTCHU
me, seeing this prompt: oh :)) time to write a small, little drabble :))
me now, 2791 words and 3 hours later: :’)))))summary: Virgil is terrified. Patton is excited. And they both love each other very, very much.
pairing: moxiety
warnings: a bit of a panic attack at the beginning, nothing too bad??? honestly this is just one big fluff pile i dont think theres anything bad in it sdhfdsk
enJOY
Virgil had a problem.
Well, technically, he had lots of problems. Overwhelming, never-ending problems, far too many to count. But this problem… it was different. This problem stole the breath from his lungs and the floor from beneath his feet, set his face on fire and locked his sleep up somewhere where he could never find it. This problem was a red blush spreading across his cheeks and a battalion of butterflies in his stomach, a deluge of feelings ready to ensure his downfall.
This problem wore a light blue shirt and an adorable cat hoodie and a face full of freckles and a smile as bright as the sun and —
Virgil groaned, burying his red-hot face in his hands and squeezing his eyes tightly shut. His groan melted into a soft, lovestruck whine as Patton’s face appeared in his mind, beautiful brown eyes and fluffy golden-chocolate hair and a smile like no other, a smile that owned his heart and soul and —
He began to pace again, even faster, worrying the hem of his hoodie anxiously. The room around him was dark; he’d been pacing for hours, since before sunset, and hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights once the world had grown dark around him. It didn’t feel dark, anyway — not when his heart was filled with light, not when his mind couldn’t move past soft, angelic giggles and a smile meant just for him and chocolate eyes filled with warmth and love —
“Stop it!” he hissed when his thoughts refused to stop swirling, refused to realize just how much of a problem these feelings were. He heard a faint noise from outside the door and froze, his hair moving to cover his mouth. What if it was him? He couldn’t face him right now, oh no, his face was too red and he couldn’t think straight (ever) and oh no, oh no —
“Excuse me?”
Roman pushed the door open and poked his head inside, his eyes bleary and his hair a mess of purple-and-brown atop his head. Virgil let out a heavy sigh of relief, absently running a hand through his hair as he resumed his pacing.
*dies of cuteness overload* I LOVE IT <3 <3
So this was inspired by an anon ask that was sent to @5am-the-foxing-hour a while ago, sorry I can’t give the asker proper credit!
Summary: Virgil is suffering from a bout of hayfever, but there is one thing he wants to make sure the others don’t find out about him.
Warnings: I wouldn’t call it angst, just an occasional bad thought?
Pairings: Platonic Moxiety, Platonic LAMP
Words: 1,247
When Virgil awoke with a stinging in his eyes and a sore edge to his throat, he knew it was going to be a bad day. He rose up from his mattress as slowly as possible and groaned. This was why he hated summer, there was way too much pollen.
He paused slightly, debating what to do next. He wanted to just go back to sleep (though that feeling was nothing new) but he also knew that if he didn’t make an appearance before 9 o’clock for breakfast then his fatherly figure Patton would bound up the stairs for him and, judging by the headache he was already developing, an echoing knock on his door would be much worse.
He sneezed.
Yessssssss XD
Pairing: romantic Moxiety
Characters: Virgil Sanders, Pattons Sanders
Words: 448
Warnings: nothing, just pure, unadulterated fluff
Notes: a little ficlet I wrote today for @jos-ramblings -I hope some sweet Moxiety will help to make your day a little bit better, I love you <3
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When Virgil finally got home, the first thing he felt was the familiar warmth of the apartment.
Letting out a contented sigh, he toed off his shoes and threw his keys on the little table on the side, moving further into the house.
“I’m home!” he called out, shrugging his backpack off and promptly collapsing face-first on the couch with a tired groan.
Day 5 of the Daily Sanders Sides Ship Challenge and today's was moxiety
I'm exhausted after today but I like how this one turned out. I'm not sure how this ship dynamic would work anymore with how Virgil has been treating Patton the past couple episodes
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