Sanders Sides Oneshots 🍂

Sit Down 🌺 Familial Intruality

TW: Sex Jokes, Implied Panic, Intrusive Thoughts, Remus, Cursing, Remus OOC, Mention Of Blood, Brief Presence Of Blood, Minor Injury, Mentions Of Broken Glass

Happy birthday Remus, here, have some angst :) (It's actually hurt/comfort but shhhhh-)

Oof Remus is so inconsistent throughout all of this. Sorry

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Remus giggled as Patton pulled him into the dining room. Remus just a few minutes before had decided it would be a good idea to prank his favorite emo by stealing his jacket and locking Virgil in his room. As he looked back on it, he realized it wasn't a good idea but hey, he already did it, and the others got him out.

"Sit down," Patton muttered, pulling out a chair and letting go of Remus' wrist and walking a few feet away. Remus could tell he was angry but hey, he wanted to test some waters.

"Oh and if I don't?" Remus chirped, leaning against the chair. Patton sent him a glare.

"Stop being a brat and sit down."

"Oh, degradation and authority, I didn't know you were a BDSM man, but I'll play."

"Remus!" Patton turned his full attention to Remus, staring him down with an anger that Remus couldn't even attempt to match. Remus gulped quietly and shuffled to sit down, looking at his hands to avoid eye contact. He felt like a child.

"I can't believe you! I thought you were improving, getting better at understanding that hey, some things just aren't... nice," Patton ranted, walking around the table to stand in front of where Remus was sitting, "Did you seriously think that was an okay thing to do?"

Remus kept his eyes locked on his fingers, trying to will himself to disappear. Yeah he felt bad but he couldn't exactly control it. Intrusive thoughts happen, he thought everyone learned this. He thought they knew that he, as the literal embodiment of intrusive thoughts, would have countless ones of his own. He didn't really control what he was doing half the time and he hated it.

"Do you even know what happened? God- Remus, where did you hide Virgil's jacket?" Patton asked, a new desperation in his voice that Remus honestly didn't expect.

"It's on the ceiling of Roman's room. I didn't do anything to it, it's just floating," Remus mumbled. Patton rubbed the bridge of his nose, pushing up his glasses before sinking down and disappearing for a few months, leaving Remus to his thoughts.

Remus somehow managed to trap himself in a loop of self hatred. He picked apart everything he had done that day. Poking fun at Janus, arguing with Logan, making Virgil uncomfortable, pranking Virgil soon after. He felt bad. He knew he had to but he didn't have to force himself to this time. Remus knew he fucked up, and this time, he fucked up big time.

He tightened his hands into fists briefly, digging his fingernails into his palms to distract himself. He didn't notice when Patton rose back into the room.

"Thank you for your honesty," Remus' head shot up, a surprised look on his face. Patton still looked angry, but there was a hint of something else there. Maybe pity? Patton's eyes traveled to Remus' now bleeding palms before he started walking forward and took Remus' hands, carefully uncurling his fingers. Definitely pity.

"Come on, let's go clean this up. We'll talk while I wrap your hands. So that's what they did.

Remus found himself sitting on the counter of Patton's bathroom, lightly swinging his legs back and forth, careful to avoid slamming his feet against the cabinets. He didn't want to make Patton more angry.