Sanders Sides - Agere Oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

"Classified"- CG! Patton+Roman, Reluctant Babies! Logan+ Virgil

Ships:logicality and prinxiety. 

!!This is a "classified au!", logicality and prinxiety were dating before this but cgs and littles weren't established until they were classified!!

Summary: The four sides were anxious, and the classifications were not what you'd expect. The two who get classified as littles, are reluctant and against it in every way. 

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The four sat in a circle in the Mindscape, holding their envelopes. Thomas himself was a caregiver with "little tendencies", which really threw off their classifications, it meant that they could literally be anything.

"So should we open then all at once, or do it one by one?" Roman questioned, looking at the others. 

"All at once, and then we'll say what we are?" Patton offered, and Logan and Virgil reluctantly nodded. 

They opened their envelopes, and Patton and Roman nodded, content with their labels. On the other hand, Virgil stuffed his paper back in the envelope, simply passing it to Roman.

He shook his head and crossed his arms, that label was incorrect. He wasn't a little, he was the dark one, he couldn't be a baby. 

Logan dropped his paper, and Patton caught sight of the label:

Little with 4-8 Headspace

"N-no, I'm not a little, nope. Never,"

"Logan," Patton sighed, trying to calm him down, "You filled out that test, your classification was based off of your responses..."

"No!" Logan shook his head, shouting. 

"Please don't shout, but it's alright, Lo. Promise,"

"don't care, not lil," he whimpered, his speech becoming reduced. 

Patton pushed him lightly into another room, in a means to talk to him but avoid embarrassing him. 

"You're a little," Roman nodded slightly, reading over the label on the certificate. "That's okay, I'm a caregiver, we'll work it out, Virge."

"but..no! I'm not a little, I'm edgy, and...n' m' dark n' scary!" As Virgil continued to talk his voice got more childish, and he bit at his nail. 

"You're not scary to us anymore, but you can still be an edgy baby," Roman teased him, not expecting him to shout. 

"No!" he stomped his foot, acting like a toddler. Roman sighed, setting Virgil's certificate on the table, which read: Little with 2-4 Headspace

"Not baby," he muttered, pouting slightly. 

Roman wrapped his arms around him, hugging him. "It's okay darling, no need to get upset and shout, yeah?" he said as he pulled away. 

Virgil gave in, nodding slowly, wiping at his eyes in an attempt to avoid Roman catching onto the fact that he was crying. 

"I don't know what you like doing yet, but how does a movie sound, baby?"

Virgil stayed quiet, muttering a response, "m' not a baby! Not little!"

"It's completely okay to be a little, Virge. I promise, no one is going to judge you."

"B-but...what if they do?" he whimpered.

"Then I'd fight them," Roman lifted his fist jokingly, causing the littler boy to giggle softly.

"Mkay,"

"You feel better now?" Roman asked. 

Virgil nodded lightly, agreeing to watch a Disney movie with Roman.

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Logan sat on his boyfriend's bed. "Not little!" he insisted, continuing to fight against Patton. 

Patton stood in front of the bed. "I got caregiver with little tendencies, like Thomas. I can take care of you, Lo."

"Not.  Little."

"Yes, you are,"

Logan huffed, settling on throwing a pillow at Patton as his last attack. 

Patton deflected the pillow, a shocked look on his face. "Do we throw things?"

"You're not in charge of me, I'm an adult," Logan said, his tone still childish. 

"Not mentally, baby," Patton corrected.

Logan crossed his arms, not responding. "You say you're not a little, you're pouting and acting like a child throwing a fit. Which isn't bad, necessarily, but won't you admit you you feel like a kid?"

Logan's eyes teared up, and he grabbed a pillow to bury his face in. 

Patton sat next to him, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his forehead. 

"I love you, it's okay. We'll figure this out, alright?"

Logan sniffled, nodding a bit. "m' sorry for throwing a fit," he wiped at his eyes, leaning into Patton. 

"It's alright, but please don't make it a normal thing," Patton joked, and the small boy nodded. 

"Mkay,I love yous!" he giggled.

This shouldn't be too hard, right?