Sandersides Oneshots

Storms

1130 words, not includjng this. Okay, so, before anyone accuses me, this idea is mine. I requested it to someone else and they write it, but it was my idea, so I am not stealing people's work. Thanks for understanding-

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Unsympathetic Remy, mentions of trauma, mentions of punishment (very little), curse words, mentions of slapping, purposely frightening someone more than they already are, making fun of someone's fear/phobia, impure (is that the word?) regression, accidentally wetting out of fear. I think that's all of them, but if there is anymore, please do tell me!

Logan always knew it was illogical to be afraid of storms, but that didn't stop his mind from freaking out whenever he heard thunder or lightning. It wasn't his fault, when he was a child his father and mother had locked him outside in the thunder as a punishment. The said punishment had scared him for life.

"My apologies, Patton. However, tonight I will not be able to join you downstairs for the sleepover." He said to his bubbly roommate,who huffed.
"Aww, come on Logan! It'll be fun!" He said, pouting when the other shook his head. Logan wanted to join them, but he had checked the weather forecast, as he did everyday. Logan knew that if a storm came, he'd regress infront of them. He couldn't let them see him when he was little, they'd make fun of him!
"Please?" Patton begged, using his signature puppy eyes. Logan sighed and nodded.
"Fine. I shall be down in eleven minutes."  Patton squealed and ran to his room to get changed into his pyjamas. The intellectual closed his bedroom door and changed into his unicorn onesie. The others knew about it by now, and they had slapped Remy and Virgil for laughing. He waited ten minutes before walking downstairs, arriving in the living room exactly eleven minutes after he had agreed to the sleepover.

Emile squealed and hugged Logan, as did Patton. He sighed, letting them hug him without returning the affection.
"Logie!"
"Lolo-Bear!" they said at the same time, giggling. The nerd rolled his eyes, sitting down after they let go. He crossed his legs as he looked out the window. He jumped as he heard lightning. His eyes widened, into littlespace.He did the one thing his mindset let him do, and screamed as the thunder started, clinging to the person next to him, who just so happened to be Remus.
"Bro,Logan, can you like, not? It's annoying as fuck!" Remy complained. Roman slapped the coffee adict,frowning.
"Don't say that! He's obviously scared!" Roman growled from the door frame, going over to the now sobbing Logan.
"Hey, Lo? It's okay, just breathe in and out." both of the twins said at the same time, hugging him. Logan nodded slowly, breathing in but forgetting to breath out. His face went red from the lack of oxygen until he suddenly remembered and slowly breathed out. Remus praised him, rubbing his back in what he hoped was a comforting way.
"God, he's such a baby. I mean, who's afraid of storms at our age?" Remy said, scoffing. After being ignored, he smirked and pulled out his phone. If they wanted a whiney baby, they'd get one. The coffee addict went on YouTube and selected a specific video. Logan's eyes widened as more crashes of thunder came out of Remy's phone. He couldn't deal with it, everything was too loud and he was shaking. Whimpering, Logan curled up. Remus blinked as his lap grew damp before realising.
"Oh, Lo.." He mumbled, standing up and holding Logan's hand. Remy burst out laughing, pointing at the crying boy.
"He even wets himself like a baby!" He said, snorting. Logan wailed louder, to which Remus sighed.
"Remy, just shut the fuck up. He's scared half to death, you idiot! Look at him!" He exclaimed angrily, gesturing to the unfortunate boy. Logan was sucking on his thumb as he squirmed.
"Yucky!" He said, whining. Remus picked him up, knowing full well that Remy would just continue laughing. Babbling to himself, Logan snuggled into the dukes chest, who just walked into the kitchen and handed him to Emile.
"You're the therapist, you deal with him." Remus said before going off to change his pants. Emile held Logan, immediately understanding the problem.
"Lolo-Bear, how old are you?" He asked, to which Virgil replied for him.
"He's eighteen, like the rest of us. Why does he smell of piss, that's the important question."
"Two! I two!" Logan exclaimed happily, holding up five fingers. Virgil blinked, which made Emile sigh.
"Virgil, do you know what little space is?" He asked, humming when Virgil shook his head. "Little space is when someone reverts or regresses back to the mindset of a child to help them cope with trauma, anxiety, or anything like that. I believe the storm triggered Logan to slip into little space. He is in the mindset of a two, or five but I'm guessing two, year old, and when the fear became too much, he had an accident." Emile explained, rocking Logan gently. Virgil nodded, understanding.
"Oh, I get it. I think one of my classmates does that too, but they go to about like, ten or something." He said, getting up and going over to them. Logan gasped, babbling as he pointed at Virgil.
"Vi Vi! Vivil! Vi!" He exclaimed, smiling brightly
"Yeah, it's me, Lo. How are you doing, hm?" Virgil asked, smiling as Emile handed Logan over to him. Struggling a bit, Virgil managed to hold him properly and started walking upstairs to get him cleaned up. Logan started talking in his own little language, looking up at Virgil with bright eyes. The emo nodded and hummed along.
"Really? No way!" He added whenever Logan paused, chuckling when the little squealed and babbled more. When they reached the bathroom, Virgil put Logan on the floor, smiling softly when the nerd sat down and crossed his legs
"Lo? Is it okay if I give you a bath?" He asked gently, not wanting to make the other uncomfortable.
"Bat?" Logan asked innocently, looking around, which made Virgil chuckle.
"No, a bath. So you're cleaner. We don't have to do your hair, it's just your body cause you had an accident." He explained. The little blinked before gasping.
"Bub! Bub bat!" He said, waving his hands excitedly.
"Yes, we can give you a bubble bath." Virgil replied, smiling when Logan squealed.

After a while, Logan had been cleaned and he was now dressed in one of his nasa hoodies and a pair of shorts. Virgil had also found a bag of pull ups, so he made Logan wear one, just to make sure. 'If he's in the mindset of a two year old, he might have another accident, right?' Virgil thought to himself, humming as Logan played with his hair.
"Sof!" the little exclaimed happily, running his hands through the emo's dyed purple hair. Virgil chuckled as scrolled through tumblr. The storm had gone away and Logan had practically forgotten about the events from earlier. Remus and Emile had came in a couple times just to check on Logan. Luckily, Virgil was good at looking after him, and now Logan was happy. But they would have alot to talk about when he was big again.