Sanders Sides Oneshots 3

Make the Worst Days Good (R Moxiety)

Warnings: dysphoria mentions

Quick question before this oneshot, if I were to set up something like patreon or something, would anyone be willing to donate to it? I'm in need of money and willing to write something for anyone who's willing to give anything, even if it's like a dollar lol. Just, let me know!! It would really help me out since I'm unable to get a job atm.

Now about the oneshot-I know I've written plenty of oneshots like this in my other books(one of them is trans) but listen-I'm dysphoric and in pain and I just wanna write my feelings away okay let me live

Virgil was laying face down on their shared bed when Patton arrived in their room to check up on him. He smiled softly as he made his way over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a hand through his hair. Virgil leaned upwards into the touch, always quick to melt at any affection he was given by his sweet boyfriend.

"I made breakfast," Patton spoke quietly, fingers curling around a strand of Virgil's bangs and then letting go and moving his hand away. "You should get up and ready for the day, handsome."

Virgil's face flushed at the nickname. Patton had been using it for a while now, but it still made his cheeks burn and his heart pick up speed when he said it. It just felt so nice to be treated like a man even in little ways like that, and he knew Patton understood that. Thinking of being a man, Virgil's mind turned back to the thing that had been ailing him. He wrapped his arms around Patton's waist, his face resting again his boyfriends stomach as he groaned. "Don't wanna get up..."

"Why not?" Patton asked, worry obvious in his tone as his fingers returned to combing through Virgil's hair in an attempt to comfort him. "What's the matter?"

Virgil sighed heavily, hugging Patton tighter and sitting in silence for a few long moments. "I had to wash my binder so I can't wear it today. My back hurts from wearing it before. I also get to deal with it being that time of the month, because surely that wasn't enough to deal with already."

Virgil huffed bitterly, squeezing his eyes shut. Above him Patton frowned sympathetically, his hand that wasn't combing through his hair going to rub his shoulder, hoping to help with at least one of the things troubling his love. "I'm sorry, handsome. I know it's hard. C'mon, I'll help you find some clothes that make you feel comfy before we go eat alright?"

Patton leaned down to press a kiss to Virgil's forehead, Virgil reluctantly agreeing and sitting up off of his boyfriend. His hand slipped into Patton's, not wanting to separate from him entirely as he had to get up. Patton smiled sweetly, squeezing his hand and guiding him up and out of bed.

Soon enough Virgil found himself dressed in his pajamas(Patton agreed that today would be a nice lazy day, so they both decided against wearing regular clothes), warm fuzzy pants on and a baggy t-shirt he borrowed from his slightly bigger boyfriend, along with one of his hoodies just so Virgil could feel comfortable. He was already starting to feel better from that alone, and the fact that Patton had made his favorite breakfast food only made it better.

"Thanks, Pat." Virgil muttered later as they sat back in their bed again. Patton was sitting back against the headboard, Virgil sat between his legs leaning back into him as he massaged his back.

"You don't have to thank me," Patton told him, kissing the top of his head. "I just want you to feel happy. You're an amazing, handsome man and you deserve to know that."

Virgil froze up at his words, making Patton briefly wonder if he had said something wrong. He was about to ask what it was when Virgil suddenly twisted in his arms, facing his boyfriend and throwing his arms around his neck as he kissed him. He focused his attention of kissing Patton deeply, ignoring the tears that threatened to spill over at his words. They were such simple words, and yet they were able to bring this much emotion from Virgil.

"I love you," Virgil said as he pulled away finally, pressing another, much shorter kiss to his lips again. "I love you so, so much."

"I love you too, my handsome man." Patton smiled brightly, understanding the effect hearing that had on Virgil. Virgil pulled him back into another deep kiss.

"I can't believe how lucky I am to have you," Virgil muttered against his lips, hugging Patton tightly. He pulled back and rested his head on Patton's shoulder, a few of his tears managing to fall. "You somehow make even the worst of days good."

Patton hugged him close, head resting on top of Virgil's, soft smile on his lips. "I'm lucky to have you too, Virge."

This isn't my best work but I thought it was sweet so who cares lmao

Dysphoria 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 the 👏🏻 worst 👏🏻

I'm so so so tired of feeling dysphoric all the time that I'm actually ignoring my anxiety rn over going behind my parents back and seriously thinking about how I'm going to manage to secretly acquire a binder for myself. I couldn't bind today so me being incredibly dysphoric finally made me just say fuck it, I'm sick of this bullshit

I felt so bad I tried literally everything I could think of to try and at least make my voice sound deeper or something so I could feel better lmao. I sang along to music as deep as I could (which I'm sure sounded ridiculous) and tried so hard to make my voice sound deep while talking to my cousins over Xbox. I just wanna pass so badly darn it.

Anyways-enough of my complaining now lol. Uhh... thanks so much for reading! *Joe ordered too many ring pops so the supermarket is having a sale* Thanks so much to Paradox-Puzzler for all these suggestions!!!

Take good care of yourselves! I'm hopefully going to get some sleep now if my anxiety will let me. Bye!-Bob