Delusional: Impy tells Patton it has dysphoria. A mistake.
Some shitty mobile U!Pat and Enby!Remus/Impy fic I started writing because I was salty and then it went to gorey thoughts that never happened
Impy flinched slightly when Patton spoke, blinking. “Um- What? What are you talking about, Patty?”
Patton sighed. “We all know that as parts of Thomas, we have to be men. It’s… Not right of you to keep on pushing at this. I don’t like it.”
Impy scoffed a bit. “What? You don’t like it? That’s not fair, it’s MY body and MY identity.”
“You don’t have a body.”
Impy frowned, flinching back a bit. “By saying that, you’re saying none of us-”
“That’s right!” Patton gave an exasperated noise. “We’re someone’s imagination. Maybe even maladaptive daydreaming. Your identity is a side of Thomas, and a man because that’s what Thomas is.”
Impy pursed its lips. “Then how come Roman knows Spanish? And how come I feel dysphoria?”
Patton went quiet.
“See? You can’t-”
Impy blinked as Patton narrowed his eyes at it.
“Yeah, bad dysphoria.” It agreed. “Sometimes I just want to…”
Patton gave a flat noise. “Then maybe you’re right. Maybe I should help you.”
Impy gave a wary look. “Help…?”
“Get rid of what causes you dysphoria.”
Impy stared at Patton for a long moment, eyes wide. It didn’t know what that meant.
Sticker Book: Logan’s skin isn’t their skin, anymore. No, it was less than that now, just an expanse of free space for the other sides to do what they wanted with it. They wonder how long it had been since they’d been free. They wondered why Thomas did nothing.
Tw: Violence, abuse, stitched lips, blood, Unsympathetic/Abusive Patton, U!A!Virgil, U!A!Thomas, morally stupid Remus, and Roman is just stupid in general. Remus is also good once he stops being stupid.
I never got to morally stupid Remus and the U!A!Patton, Virgil, and Thomas was more implied since I never got to the real bad parts. Plus, Roman didn’t make it into what I DID write. Oops.
“You’re being way too serious.”
It hadn’t been the first time Thomas has said it, and there was no doubt in Logan’s mind at the time that it wouldn’t be the last. A large sigh escaped them, and they inclined their head a bit.
“Yes, I’m well aware you believe that. But on the matter at ha-”
Thomas frowned and cut him off.
“You’re not even going to listen to me?”
Logan gave an incredulous noise. “Well, I-”
“Thomas said you were being too serious, so you should listen to him.” Virgil sighed.
Logan blinked. “Well- I am Logic. I am serious. What would you rather?”
“I think you aren’t… people enough, you know?” Thomas crossed his arms a bit. “I think you need to learn to be less… this.”
“Less… Logic?” Logan asked, eyebrows knitting together.
Logan flinched back slightly, eyes scoping the others in the room.
Thomas watched Logan pointedly, Virgil watched them with slanted eyes, and Patton had an unreadable expression.
“Well…” Logan shook their head slightly, nervous almost. “I… I believe I will take my leave then.”
They sunk out, pretending not to notice any responses the others gave.
That had been months ago.
Now Logan lived on the floor, stickers over every expanse of their skin and closed, lips swelled around cords and unable to open, and candy sticking in their hair.
They didn’t remember what happened, too much.
They remembered waking up the next day, lips completely sewn shut, and panicking.
No one had done it, or at least Logan had no clue who had done it. No one fessed up, no one ever let them know who did it, and it wasn’t like they could ask.
Just Like Him: (prompted) (tw transphobia, misgendering). Roman, after being inspired by Impy’s confidence (and long gender talks with it) goes on a path of self discovery and finds out that they too are trans (they/them pronouns)! However, Patton shames them, saying that they are just “confused” and that “Your BROTHER was a bad influence! You are a man, just like him!”. Maybe Virgil also is like, “I thought you didn’t want to be like Remus?”
I never got to any triggering stuff it’s just Impy and Roman talking
“It’s okay to not be a man.” Impy had said one night, voice quiet and tired.
“Yes, I know that.” Roman sighed, stretching. “You’re not one, and that’s okay! Not every side has to be a man!”
Impy glanced at Roman, before stretching and nodding slowly. “Yeah, but I mean… I saw your look when I came out and I thought I should let you know that it really is. Not just for me, but for you and the others too.”
Roman blinked in surprise, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “I-I gave a look-? Well… I didn’t…” Roman played with his hands, before frowning when he thought about his pronouns.
He… didn’t really feel right.
A Cold Apartment: When the day’s over, Emile has stuffed animals and cartoons. And his boyfriend, of course.
“Goodbye, Elliot!” Emile smiled as his patient stood.
Elliot rubbed their arm a bit and smiled slightly. “Uh, yeah… ”
Emile watched Elliot leave, before sighing softly and standing.
There really wasn’t anything left for Emile at work, so he started his trek back to his apartment.
“Bye guys.” He called to the stuffed animals he was leaving.
It was pretty cold outside, so he pushed his collar up around his neck and powerwalked the entire way to his apartment.
“J-Jeeze-” He yelped when he nearly tripped on the sidewalk.
“Come on Emile, just be careful.” He mumbled, carefully getting onto the sidewalk and hurrying home.
Emile knew not to knock on the door, even if Remy was there, so he unlocked it and went inside.
Remy looked up from his spot on the couch, smiling. “Emile, you’re home.” He sipped his drink. “Did you have a good day at work?”
“Uh… yeah.” Emile moved to the kitchen. “Do I have anything to eat tonight?”
“You can eat the lasagna in the freezer.”
Emile nodded and grabbed the lasagna, prepping it before popping it into the microwave.
“I’m gonna put on the Brave Little Toaster, okay?”
Remy nodded, shifting and curling up in the corner of the couch.
Emile moved around the apartment, setting up some stuffed animals before curling up onto the couch with Remy.
He slowly moved closer to Remy, before cuddling with the other.
Emile curled up a bit and let Remy hold him, before sniffing a bit.
“Elliott’s going to have another session next week…”
“I told you they’d keep coming.”
Emile glanced up at Remy, before looking down. “I wish you could meet them.”
“… you know why I can’t…”
Emile sighed, rubbing his eyes when they teared up.
“Hey, shh babes. It’s okay. I’m here.”
Emile shuddered a bit, before moving to give Remy a kiss.
Remy smiled softly, reassuringly, and gently holding onto Emile.
“… I’m cold…”
Remy patted Emile. “Grab the blanket.”
Emile moved and grabbed his blanket, before laying back with Remy.
“Hey, your dinner.”
Emile grumbled and stood, taking the blanket with him as he moved to grab his food.
Remy watched Emile start to eat, before sipping at his never-ending tea. “When you finish up, I think you need a nap.”
“Hhhh… yeah.” Emile agreed. “Today’s been tiring.”
Remy nodded and stood up, going over to stand with Emile. “Just remember to take care of yourself, I don’t want to have to remind you of things like this…”
“But it’s great when you do! You take good care of me.” Emile smiled at Remy, who looked hesitant.
“I… Yeah.” Remy’s lips pursed, and he adjusted his sunglasses.
“I love you.”
Remy swallowed. “I… I love you too. I think you should find some friends.”
Emile blinked. “But we’re all we need, right? I mean, I’m happy with you.”
Remy shook his head slightly. “And I’m happy with you, but…”
“It’s okay! Look, I’m done eating, so I’m going to nap!” Emile gave a wave of his hand and smiled warmly at Remy.
Remy swallowed. “Well. It’s late anyways so might as well just sleep for the night.”
Remy slowly followed Emile, watching the other get in bed. He moved to lay with Emile, holding onto him and frowning deeply.
“I really think you should make some friends. It’s been a while since we’ve moved here, right?”
Emile sighed. “Remy… I’m not great at meeting people. I can’t be friends with my patients, and you know I don’t go out and meet strangers…”
Remy thought for a long moment.
Emile hesitated largely. “… fine. Okay.”
Remy smiled and nodded, eyes shutting.
The next day, Emile woke up pretty early.
“Do you want to go out today?” Remy was almost immediately asking.
Emile groaned and looked at the ceiling, before nodding. “If you come with.”
Remy hesitated largely. “I… Fine, yeah.”
Emile smiled and sat up, before moving to get dressed and ready for the day.
Remy sipped at his tea, before standing too. “Alright…”
Remy idled at the door, nervous. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, really.
“Alright, let’s go!” Emile moved to the door and opened it, as Remy nodded slightly and moved outside.
“Maybe… we shouldn’t, uh…”
“It’s okay Remy, we haven’t gone out together in a long time.”
Remy winced. “Yeah, for a reason.”
Emile frowned. “Well… I want to go out with you.” He rubbed his hands, before staring down the stairs.
Remy sighed and followed, looking around.
“Where do you want to go Remy?”
“Please-” Remy mumbled, hesitating. “I… I don’t know, the cafe.”
Emile raised a brow, before taking Remy’s hand and starting to walk with him to the cafe.
Remy gave a nervous noise, before giving a yelp when Emile bumped into someone since he was looking back at Remy.
“O-Oh, I’m so sorry!” Emile dropped Remy’s hand. “I was paying attention to-”
The stranger blinked in confusion when Emile pointed behind him.
Emile looked confused when he noticed that Remy was gone, before quickly thinking up a lie.
“I uh, thought I saw a cat and-”
“Oh no!” The stranger shook his head. “I’m sorry for running into you, was paying attention to my phone. Are you okay?”
Emile blinked and nodded. “Um.. I’m Emile.”
“Oh! I’m um, I’m Thomas…!”
Emile smiled a bit. “I like your name.”
Remy was hiding behind the closest bush now, lifting his head a
Emile snapped to look at Remy, giving a noise of surprise and worry.
“Wh-What? Are you okay?” Thomas asked, looking concerned.
“H-” Emile struggled a bit. “Sorry, I thought I saw something in the corner of my eye…”
Thomas looked concerned still, but nodded. “Okay… Maybe I’ll see you around?”
“Um- yeah.” Emile watched Thomas start to leave, before he stopped.
“Uh… Do you want my number?”
Emile’s eyebrows rose, before he nodded a bit. “Uh, sure.”
Remy watched the two exchange numbers, before Emile was going over to him when Thomas was far away enough.
Remy stared at Emile.
“I told you that I can’t go with you out, I-”
Emile slumped a bit. “Maybe we should just go home.”
Remy watched Emile, before nodding. “Yeah.”
The next day, Emile started texting Thomas.
Remy watched Emile
Unnamed Familial Roceit: (prompted) Sequel to that one where Virgil abused Roman and Patton was like well it's fair. / Could you possibly do familial Roceit based off the u!Virgil post you just did? Like Deceit just going full mama bear on Virgil and Patton and maybe even Remus stepping in and taking care of Roman as well?
Abusive Virgil and U!Patton ofc
Deceit’s eyebrows furrowed as Roman lied to him, said that he was okay.
No, Roman wasn’t.
Roman hesitated largely, eyes widening a bit, before he slumped. “I’m being dumb, I shouldn’t really…”
“Doubtful. I’m here to listen.”
Roman looked Deceit over, before holding himself. “It’s just… Virgil has gotten meaner but Patton says that it’s fair. I think it’s starting to teeter toward the unfair side though…”
Deceit’s expression hardened. “What do you mean?"
Something About Sunshine: Was gonna make that one where Virgil got hanahaki for Remus into a full thing. Virgil gets hanahaki for Remus, and uses it against Roman to get him to give his brother to Virgil.
I wanna try finishing this tho and making it a full story! I’m just -weary-
Remus was confused when Roman announced he was moving.
“Well… Back into my room.” Roman said. Closer to Virgil, and closer to Roman if anything bad were to happen, right?
Remus’s eyes brightened, and Roman felt awful.
Why had he waited so long to invite Remus back? And should he invite Deceit? It wasn’t fair that Deceit was left behind.
“What about Deceit?”
Think of the devil.
“He can move in with the light sides too! Move his whole room over.”
Remus looked relaxed, happy. “Thank you, Roo…”
Roman felt sick.
When Remus and Deceit were both settled into the light sides, he moved to talk to Virgil again.
“Did you move Remus?” Virgil asked, looking up from his book and coughing up more black and green petals.
Roman looked disgusted. “Yes…”
Virgil smiled. “Good boy.”
“Shut your dirty mouth.”
Virgil quirked a brow, before standing. “We’re doing this to save Thomas. You’re doing this for Thomas.”
Roman faltered. “I… I know…”
“Can you get Remus here?”
Roman stared at the floor. “I’ll… I’ll tell him you want to see him.”
Virgil grinned wider. “Good boy.”
Roman shuddered, and left the room quickly.
Upstairs, Downstairs: Thomas and Patton live in the apartment right above Logan and Remy. Logan and Remy hear some things, and while befriending Thomas, get more and more suspicious. Human AU.
I was so excited for this but then I died hduibfdwhs s orry
Tw: Abuse, Unsympathetic/Abusive Patton.
The first time Thomas’s downstairs neighbours bring up abuse, it gives Thomas a heart attack.
Remy’s first, sipping at a delicious Starbucks tea, giving Thomas one that he brought for the other.
Thomas gratefully accepted it, thanking him happily and drinking through the straw, before he had trouble keeping it from being coughed out of his body when Remy spoke.
“So, you know that lady in the news recently? Heard she was killed by her husband. Abusive bastard was roughing her up for a while.”
Thomas swallowed and blinked, eyes casting away a bit. “I- yeah, I heard…”
Remy turned his head slightly toward Thomas, before looking over at Logan and Patton, talking- a distraction so Thomas and Patton could talk without Thomas’s significant other butting in and shutting Remy up.
“It’s dangerous to stay in situations like that. I always want to help.”
Thomas watched Remy’s hand tighten around the cup, saw it slightly crumple, saw his tea lift itself up the straw a bit.
“I… Yeah, I’d want to help too…”
“Would you get help?”
Their eyes met (maybe? Thomas couldn’t see through Remys’s sunglasses) before Thomas’s eyes quickly averted.
Thomas gave an awkward laugh, tight lipped smile on his face. “That- yeah, but I don’t wanna think about that. Why don’t we talk about something else.”
Remy and Thomas looked over when Patton stepped into their conversation, Logan moving close to Remy and eyeing the place slightly.
“I think Thomas and I are going to go to the store. We’ll see you guys later?” Patton said, smile sickly sweet.
Logan exhaled through his nose. “Alright. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”
While it almost sounded like it was to everyone, Thomas got the sense it was to him when Logan gave him a lingering look.
Patton was upset and pissy the rest of the day, and Thomas spent the entire time trying to make him happy.
Thomas felt offended the first time Logan brought it up. He knew that Logan was trying to help, but why couldn’t he be helping someone who actually needed it?
With a bruise marring the side of Thomas’s face, Logan had given him a pamphlet on how to get out of abusive situations, something Thomas didn’t need.
Patton had opened the bedroom door hard, yelling at Thomas while Thomas was going out of the bedroom, and the door collided with his face. Patton had even been nice enough to forget whatever it was that Thomas had done to take care of his face.
“Maybe it was karma.” Patton had added quietly though.
Maybe it was what he’d deserved.
And after that, after how the two had handled it, Logan had the nerve to give him a pamphlet on abuse.
“I’m not being abused.”
Logan’s lips pursed slightly.
Whatever Makes You Happy: (prompted) Deceit often says to Thomas ‘whatever makes you happy, it is yours’. Takes Thomas a while to realize that’s Dee’s way of saying 'I love you’, and takes less time for him to then tell Dee that he makes him happy.
Thomceit that’s TOO SHORT
“Whatever makes you happy, it is yours.”
It’s a soft sentence Thomas has gotten used to hearing from Deceit.
The snake like side would say it quietly usually, a gloved hand touching Thomas’s gently.
And Thomas, as dense as he was, never understood what he meant.
Deceit would get sad smiles when he left the other, wondering how his manifestor, his host, was so oblivious.
But as long as he was happy, it was alright, he supposed.