Hi Fanders!!! Want a good ol' Sanders Sides fanfiction with.... that's right! You guessed it!
Angst, Fluff, DRAMA, dEaTh, L O V E, and most importantly............ Thomas Sanders!!!!!!!!!! Explore my cheesey book at your own RISK. Honestly, knock yo...
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The above photo is fanart I made for one of my favorite authors on Wattpad namedlunaeclispe22or Jinxx as she likes to go by. If you are definitely hating my book, go read some of her works. But read Don't Let Me Be Gone first before anything else.
That was the original SanderSides story as far as I'm aware. But I could be wrong. Go check it out if you'd like some writing that's HELLA better than mine 😂.
Okay, onto the book :)
TW: overworking Logan, sad Patton, talks about cutting, self neglect emotionally
Roman POV
I stared down at Virgil's sleeping form. I swear, he's the cutest when he's asleep; the way his face looked innocent and pure without the weight of expression on it was beautiful. I don't know if that's a weird observation but it's all I can think while looking at him.
Even though Virgil had told me not to let him go to sleep, I couldn't help but let him. He was most likely going to be mad at me or whatever, but it is worth it if he is getting a healthy amount of sleep.
I have no idea what he was freaking out about when he came running into my room, but all I know is that he needed comfort. That was my job as soon as he started screaming my name in bloody murder.
I looked at the time; it was 8:26 am. He's been sleeping three hours since he came in here, so I bet he'll he hungry. FOOD! I SHALL MAKE MY VIRGIL SOME GOOD-GOOD YUM-YUM BREAKFAST FOOD!
I slowly climbed out of my bed, careful not to wake Virgil up. I slowly stepped towards the door and slowly opened it. I closed it and walked over to the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I was met with a scene that didn't surprise me.
Along all the counters and the dinner table, were at least eight different plates with several types of cookies and other pastries; stacked on top of one another in a neat and beautiful manner. I laughed at the sight of coffee and tea sitting in clear pots near the stove. A busy Patton quickly pouring honey into some tea and stirring it briskly.
When he saw me he smiled widely. He was wearing his normal outfit minus the cat hoodie around his shoulders, instead replaced by a heavily stained apron that said "Is it me, or is something smoking hot in here?" Embroidered in italics beneath all the flour and chocolate stains.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Patton greeted me joyfully. "Glad to see you're up. Did Virgil go back to sleep?"
I nodded my head. "Yeah, I figured I'd come down and make us some breakfast and then wake him up." Patton smiled in approval.
"Well, I think I've got that covered." He said with his cheesey dad laugh.
"No! I would have never guessed!" I said in a playfuly sarcastic tone. "Is the breakfast under this giant stack of donuts?" I pretended to look for something around a large plate of donuts.
