Sanders Sides One Shots(HIATUS)

Mistletoe(Snek but Gayer[Ech0st0rmi]'s entry for a writing contest)

Hi! This got me in the Christmas spirit again, even thought it's March. It was fun to write(even if it is crappy)! Ending is a bit rushed but whatever.

TW: censored swearing(Remus is in it what do you expect), God's name used in vain, food mentions, touch-starved anxious bab, making out, RemRom mention(JUST REMUS MAKING FUN OF HIS BROTHER. NO ACTUAL ROMANTIC REMROM), sexual immuendo(no idea how to spell that just rolling with it.)

It was Christmas Eve, and joyousness was in the air. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, with hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The sides were all bundled snugly in bed, visions of their famILY dancing through their heads. They knew that even though Santa wasn't real, they could still enjoy their-

"F*CK YA CHICKEN STRIPS!" Remus screeched, literally yeeting himself into Roman's room.

"Oh my GOD REMUS I'M TRYING TO WRITE A F*CKING POEM!" Roman snapped, crumpling the paper he had been scribbling down the words on.

"OooooooOOooOOh! Is it about D*CKS?" Remus asked.

"No." Roman said, pulling out a blank sheet of paper.

"Aww. You're no fun. I'm gonna go bother Dee!" Remus squealed, bouncing out of Roman's room and waving his mace dangerously around. Roman sighed and got to work on his poem. That theme wouldn't have worked anyway... it's been used before. I need something more original! Filled with inspiration once again, Roman began to write.

The lights of the Christmas tree twinkle

Like infinitesimal stars

Lighting the spirits-

"Hey kiddos! Who wants cookies!" Roman's train of thought was interrupted by Patton's call. He discarded his draft and stood, placing his pen down. His desk was still a mess, but Roman was not passing up on a free cookie. Especially since Virgil was known to eat the entire first batch and probably the second, too.

Roman exited the room and entered the kitchen, humming 'Jingle Bells'. Spread out on the counter were several pans of cutout gingerbread cookies. They were mostly gingerbread men and women, but Patton, being Patton, had made a few gingerbread dogs and cats as well. He reached for a cookie, but Virgil stopped him by gripping his wrist. "Nuh uh. You want a cookie, you have to decorate it." He gestured to the assortment of icing bags, sprinkles, and other cookie-decorating supplies that Roman had failed to notice before.

Roman smirked. "As you wish, Emo Nightmare."

He could've sworn he saw a scattering of pink under the anxious side's pale foundation as he muttered, "Shut up, Princey."

God, I love him.

Roman grabbed a cookie and some red icing. Thinking quickly, he piped various colors of icing onto the gingerbread man until it was rainbow colored. "Gay. Nice." Virgil commented.

"Thanks." And who said Roman was going to stop there? Soon he had made various queer pride flags, from the magenta/purple/blue Bisexual flag to the pastel blue/pink/white Transgender flag to the pink/yellow/blue Pansexual flag.

Virgil whistled when he saw Roman's handiwork. "Damnnnnnnn, Princey. Somehow you became even gayer."

"I have my ways," Roman smirked, biting into the Non-binary pride flag.

Logan soon joined Roman and Virgil's cookie decorating session.... except to no one's surprise, he used Crofter's instead of cookie icing. Roman kept trying to steal Logan's cookies, but Logan knew Roman well enough by now to know that he had to slap Roman's wrist several times to get him to relent.