Maria

Call me Maria!! | I'm genderfluid, they/he/she | Grey-Aroace Pansexual | Too Many Fandoms | Honestly this will just be my fandom central post town, not all fanfic | Main is @tiredfluid | Profile Picture by @rainbowplaidvirgil

[maria-writes-fanfic]

Confessions

I had a prompt list on my phone from June and then bothered @wooflesthatwoof to give me some. This is one of them.

Content/Warnings: They kiss, Roman messes up his sleep schedule, and Virgil is tiny and anxious.

Parings: Prinxiety

Notes: This was!!! v fun to write!!!!!! and I wrote it a few days ago at the ass crack of night so it might have some typos and literary bumps!!!

Tags: @geek-of-the-galaxy @adultmorelikeadolt @lyditist @wooflesthatwoof @glitchinthevisuals @nico-holly @sharkkittem @asylia-5911

Roman was tired. He had finally finished an important script and he just wanted to sleep, but it was two in the afternoon and he didn't want to wreck his already ruined sleep schedule any more.

So he trudged down the stairs, hoping there'd be left over food from lunch or something. Thankfully, there was pizza with a note that read “For Roman and Roman only! ~Pat”.

He grabbed the slice and smiled, reminding himself to thank Patton when he saw him, and made his way into the living room.

Virgil sat curled up on the couch, rubbing his thumb over the tips of his fingernails. It was a tick he did frequently when he was anxious or restless about something.

“You okay, JD-lightful?” Roman asked, sitting down next to him slowly. Virgil jumped.

“Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just… thinking.”

“Seems more like overthinking to me. What's on your mind?”

“I-it’s nothing, really-” Virgil said hurriedly, trying to stand from the couch.

Roman reached a hand out to stop him. “No, no. Tell me what's up.”

“I… was thinking about a certain… feeling that I've been having… for someone… and I… don't really know what to do about it.” He explained, refusing to meet Roman's eyes.

“Well, I say you tell them! What's better than a plentifully worded love confession?”

Virgil simply stared at his fingers, now opting to click his rings together.

“Hopelessly fretting cutie, what's wrong?”

Virgil's cheeks lit up like a Bitchmas tree. “It's…” He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Just like ripping off a band-aid, just like before.” He whispered to himself. “It's you.”

With that, he hid his head beneath his hands and refused to look and Roman.

Roman’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh! Well, I certainly didn't see that coming, but…” He gently placed his hands on Virgil's cheeks. “It certainly isn't an unpleasant surprise…”

Virgil's head shot up and Roman just smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, and Virgil replied with a slow, almost hesitant nod.

It was soft, sweet, and loving. Roman gently brushed his thumb across Virgil’s cheek and the latter boy pulled away quickly.

“I'm sorry, are you sure-” He started, and Roman simply replied by kissing him again.

[maria-writes-fanfic]

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[maria-writes-fanfic]

Hey, idk if this will help at all, but I've been looking for a fic for a couple of days now but I can't find it. It's from virgil's POV and its him and Patton nerding out over their crushes during the crofters the musical vid. Can you help a fellow fander out?

I don’t know, but maybe someone who follows me will know?? And, I’ll reblog it to my main so more people will see it!

[ironwoman359]

@maria-writes-fanfic That sounds like A Reputation to Uphold by @zuwritesstuff, is that what you were looking for anon?

[maria-writes-fanfic]

hey can ye tag me in just like general shit

!!! Omg, yes, of course!!!

[maria-writes-fanfic]

Hey, idk if this will help at all, but I've been looking for a fic for a couple of days now but I can't find it. It's from virgil's POV and its him and Patton nerding out over their crushes during the crofters the musical vid. Can you help a fellow fander out?

I don't know, but maybe someone who follows me will know?? And, I'll reblog it to my main so more people will see it!

[maria-writes-fanfic]

Constellations and Star Signs

‘Tis a gift for @asylia-5911. I dragged her into the fandom and she dragged me into logince. 

Summary: 

“Do you know any constellations?” Roman asked, still admiring the sky. 

“Nope. You?” 

“I learned some in school, but I can’t remember them.” 

“Let’s make some up.” Logan said, beginning to walk closer to the ledge. 

Content/Warnings: the walking dead game season 4 spoilers, zombies, mentions of weapons, mentions of knives, mentions of death, mentions of food, swearing, and kissing. 

Pairings: Logince 

Words: 1069 haha 69

Note: Patton in this is like, 5. He’s only mentioned, but I felt obligated to give people this information. Roman and Logan are 17. 

Tags: @geek-of-the-galaxy, @adultmorelikeadolt, @lyditist, @the-demon-sharkkittem, @glitchinthevisuals, @wooflesthatwoof

“So… we’re checking the walls?” Roman asked, stepping into the destroyed bell-tower.

“Yup. From up there. That’s the best view.” Logan said, beginning the trek up the stairs. Roman stared up to the top of the building, a little concerned. The building seemed to be in ruin, how did they know the stairs were sturdy? “You ready for a climb?” Logan asked, a smirk gracing his lips.

Roman didn’t reply, still checking out the structure. Logan continued to walk up the stairs. Roman followed after him, and found that there was a large part of the stairs missing. Logan had already begun to climb the wall, however.

“Looks a little dangerous.” Roman commented, watching as Logan’s foot slipped just enough that he could’ve fallen.

“What’s more dangerous than walkers? Or that death trap you called a car?” Logan retorted, chancing a glance down at the other boy.

“Okay, fair.” Roman mumbled, reaching up to grab one of the beams that lined the wall.

“C’mon, you’re not chicken, right?” Logan teased, already much further up than Roman.

“No.” Roman replied, not giving Logan the satisfaction of the dramatic reaction he’d surely expected.

“God, now I’m thinking about chicken nuggets.” Logan remarked, his tone wistful. “Do you remember those?”

Roman thought for a second, before simply saying “not really.” He didn’t remember much from before the outbreak. He was only seven after all.

“I do. We always got them on Sundays. There was never time for grandma to cook between church and bible study, so, fast food.” Logan explained. “Damn, I’d give an eyeball for a chicken nugget right now.” He said, leaping from one side of the tower to the other.

Roman did the same, and walked up the last bit of the stairs to the top.

Logan already leaned against the fence, staring out at the courtyard of the school, most definitely examining their preparations.

“Barbed wire, traps, weapons. It’s everything we planned for.” Roman remarked, joining Logan in his survey.

“You made it happen. We couldn’t have done it without you.” Logan praised, offering a small smile. Roman smiled back.

Turning from the fence and wandering seemingly aimlessly, Logan asked “You’ve got lookout duty tonight, right?”

“Yep, me and Patton.” Roman said, turning to look at Logan.

“Do you have time to hangout first?” He mumbled warily.

“Sure.” Roman replied. Logan lead them to a walkway-looking part of the tower. It was covered in ivy and the night sky was mesmerizing. “Wow… Beautiful.”

“Sometimes I need the quiet, just to get away for awhile.” Logan said, gazing out at the sky. “Roman?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you came back for medicine, for Patton, but after that you could’ve just left. Avoided all the bullshit with the raiders. Why didn’t you? Sorry, I know that puts you on the spot. You don’t have to answer… We’ve all got our reasons.”

“Why would I go anywhere else, if you’re here?” Roman asked, smiling at Logan.

Logan looked a bit shocked at that answer, but recovered quickly. “I’m glad.”

“Do you know any constellations?” Roman asked, still admiring the sky.

“Nope. You?”

“I learned some in school, but I can’t remember them.”

“Let’s make some up.” Logan said, beginning to walk closer to the ledge. “Come over here. You can sit down without falling to your death.” The two sat down as Logan continued speaking. “If I remember right, everyone’s born under a special sign, right? It determines your personality.”

“That’s astrology, not astronomy.”  Roman corrected.

“Whatever, let’s just make up our own. Rules, signs, what it says about you. It’s not like anyone remembers the old way.” Logan spoke quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Okay, let’s do it. There! See? It’s a fish.”

Roman took a second to find it before nodding to himself. “Now it needs a personality.”

“Bright, attractive, good with other people. Always moving, tons of energy. Sound like anyone we know?”

“Yeah, that sounds like you.”

Logan laughed. “Weren’t you listening? I said good with other people.”

“Well…” Roman said, leaning closer to Logan. “Maybe not that part.”

“I’ll try to take the rest as a compliment.” He whispered, beginning to search the sky again. “I spy with my eye… A knife. See it?”

“Mm…”

“Right there, above your head.”

“Yeah, they’re all above my head.” Roman retorted, though he located it rather quickly.

“This one’s easy. Smart, clean, vicious, dependable. Someone you want with you in a fight. Doesn’t take crap from anyone. Gets shit done.” Logan listed off the personality happily.

“That’s mine, definitely.” Roman claimed happily, looking to Logan to see if he agreed.

“Yeah, that’s a good one for you.” Logan mumbled, avoiding Roman’s gaze. “Wish everyone would’ve seen all that sooner.” He trailed off, and the two sat in silence for just a moment. “Okay, one more time… I found a bird.”

“Like, a real bird?” Roman asked.

“No, a star bird. Right there.” Logan clarified, pointing to it.

“Found it.” Roman confirmed.

“A bird is free. It could go anywhere it wanted to. Up and up and up, and never come back. Go south, east, west, doesn’t matter. You could fly straight into a sunset and see where it ends.”

“You wish it was you, don’t you?”

“Sometimes. When it all feels so heavy down here… I can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to be weightless.” He jumped back a bit in sudden shock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to just… Talk so much. It’s just… I’ve watched people leave before. Family, friends. They never come back… But you did. And, now, I can’t imagine what it would be like if you weren’t here.” Roman stared at Logan in shock for a second. “Um, shit, that sounds so much dumber when I say it out loud.”

“I think… I mean, I hope... we’re more than friends.” Logan’s eyes widened in shock. “And, I want…” Roman paused, then leaned forward and kissed Logan. He pulled away seconds later, and the two boys were both wide-eyed.

“Holy shit.” Logan whispered.

“That’s romantic.” Roman chuckled.

“I mean, holy shit.” Logan lifted his hand and put it on top of Roman’s, glancing at the tattoo of Patton’s name on the other boy’s hand.

“Lo? Virge? You out here?” Remy called.

“Shit-sticks.” Logan muttered. “Probably time for your lookout shift. Ready?”

“Yeah.” Roman mumbled, standing up. The two climbed down the tower in silence.

[maria-writes-fanfic]

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I wrote this fic for @wooflesthatwoof!!! Happy birthday Lolo, ily 💛💛💛

The title makes no sense but it's almost 1am so cut me some slack.

Summary: “Roman?” Virgil called warily, leaning into the other side's bedroom. “I did something dumb.”

Or

Virgil plays a horror game until 2am and scares himself so badly he can't sleep.

Content/Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, fear of the dark

Pairings: Pre-romantic prinxiety

Tags: @geek-of-the-galaxy, @adultmorelikeadolt, @lyditist, @the-demon-sharkkittem, @glitchinthevisuals

If you want to be added to the taglist, send me an ask!!

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Virgil set down the controller and turned off the TV, ready to go to bed.

But then, the silence creeped up on him, the shadows molding too perfectly into the darkness. He couldn't go to sleep yet.

He sat back down and turned the TV back on, scrolling through Netflix for a bit before deciding to watch Parks and Rec to calm down.

The creeping feeling wouldn't leave, though, and he couldn't even pay attention to the lighthearted comedy. He was simply too on edge.

After about an episode and a half of debating it, Virgil hesitantly stood up and walked up the stairs, down the hall, and knocked on Roman's door. There was no response.

He turned the door handle and leaned inside.

“Roman?” He called warily. “I did something dumb.”

The other side looked up from his desk, having definitely been working on an idea of some kind.

“Oh, I didn't know you were working, I'll-”

“No, what happened?” Roman asked, standing up from the desk and making his way across the room.

“I… uh…” Virgil felt heat creep up his cheeks as he thought of how dumb he was being. He didn't need to disturb Roman for something as miniscule as this. “It's nothing.”

“Please tell me.” Roman mumbled softly, gesturing Virgil into his room. Virgil obliged, shutting the door behind him.

“I- I was playing that game-”

“The one that scares you?” Roman interrupted, just checking that his suspicions were correct. Virgil nodded.

“I didn't notice how late it was, and I was gonna go to bed, but then… I realized that I'm scared…” They sat there in silence for a moment, which was too long to Virgil. “It's stupid, I'm sorry-”

“Hey, no, it's not dumb.” Roman promised, sitting down on his bed and waiting for Virgil to join him.

There was another beat of silence that made both of them a little uncomfortable.

“You could sleep in here tonight. With me. If you want.” Roman fumbled over his words before offering a supportive smile to Virgil.

“...Thanks.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around himself.

Roman smiled, scooted to the other side of the bed and laid down. “We both stayed up later than we should have. Lay down.” He ended his sentence with a snap of his fingers, which both added urgency and put both of the sides in their pajamas.

Virgil feigned a groan of annoyance as he slid under Roman's bed covers, the softness of the sheets and blankets shocking to him.

“Goodnight, Virgil.” Roman whispered. The two were laying very close on the king sized bed, and Virgil he's intently reached out a hand to put his on Roman's, but chickened out in the last second

“Goodnight, Roman.” He responded, closing his eyes. He felt Roman thread his fingers with his own and smiled softly.

[maria-writes-fanfic]

i also m absolutely terrified at the prospect of talking to my mum so if i figure out how to not die of fear be prepared for me to walk to where you live and kidnap you

Gladly. Honestly when I turn 16 I kinda wanna just get a car and drive away. 

But I can’t leave my cats or my grandma so... 

[maria-writes-fanfic]

Hey I read your fic Brave, it was really good and I just wanted to say I hope you're doing okay, or at least that things will get better <3

Thank you <3. It’ll be better when I can move out (in 5 years) 

[maria-writes-fanfic]

Brave

Woah another vent fic, that’s fun. 

Summary: One day, Virgil promises, he’ll be brave. But then she’s yelling and he decides it’s not today.

Or

Virgil’s afraid of his mother, so afraid that he’s afraid to tell her how afraid he is.  

Content/Warnings: Mentions of yelling, threats, purposefully misgendering someone, mentions of almost being outed, privacy being violated, Deceit

Pairings:

Words: 443

Once again, no tags cuz it’s vent

Virgil’s mom isn’t the worst. They laugh and smile and joke together. They listen to music and play games and watch TV with each other.

But that doesn’t take away how scared he is of her.

It’s always been there, at least for as long as he can remember.

She screams and yells and makes threats that make him want to cry. But he can’t because he’s afraid that’ll make her scream and yell more.

So he sits in silence and tries to form words to beg her to stop. But the words never come and then it’s over and she leaves.

He should be used to it. Hell, it isn’t even her fault. He knows that her bipolar disorder (well, bipolar two) makes her negative emotions stronger, so he shouldn’t take these things literally. The amount of times she yells “I’m not kidding” doesn’t help calm him down, though.

He remembers the time, weeks ago, when she threatened to go through his phone while he was asleep. She was mad that he instinctively clicked the power button when she tried to read over his shoulder, and said that she’d read every message on his phone.

He can’t let that happen. If that happens, he’s afraid she’ll finally snap. Because then she’ll know everything, and he’s trying his hardest to keep that from happening.

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“I see you’re still talking to Kate.” His mom said, causing his blood to boil.

He couldn’t remember how many times she’d deadnamed Dolos, but it was too many. It was her fault he hadn’t talked to him in a while.

They had a group chat, which his mother could see, because his mother had access to his google account. It had caused many other problems, including almost outing him to her once.

“I have no other friend that like twdg.” He replied calmly. “I needed someone to talk to.”

“No, not that. In that group chat.” She said.

Virgil didn’t respond. He couldn’t deal with it. The thought of Dolos made his stomach turn from all the things she’d said about him.

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Virgil shook as he cried into his pillow. He knew she couldn’t mean it, she didn’t mean it, she’d never hurt his cat.

He heard a meow and felt a weight behind him.

“You can’t be up here.” He whispered, pushing the cat off the bed. She meowed in confusion. “I’m sorry.”

He knew what the cat had done was bad, but she couldn’t say that to him. She couldn’t do that.

He vaguely wondered if she’d get rid of his cats before he closed his eyes tighter and tried to move on to happier thoughts.

[maria-writes-fanfic]

I want to be added to your taglist too, please! (I just realized I never asked you)

Ahh I’m so glad you sent this because I wanted to add you but I also didn’t wanna just go “you’re added” without telling you and then you not want to see my fics and skljfjskldc 

[maria-writes-fanfic]

Hey can I be added to your taglist? I've read some of your work and oh my God it's amazing. I really like The Mercy of a Prince and "The Wits of a Shadow", mostly bc I've already thought of a bunch of endings and now I love it more than I originally did. But anyway sorry for bothering you, but your work is awesome

!!! Omg, thank you!! Of course you can added!!!!!

[maria-writes-fanfic]

There Isn’t Much Conversation With Someone Who’s in Jail

Vent fic?????? You betcha. 

Summary: Roman tries to get over the fact that his dad makes bad decisions.

Contents/Warnings: Jealousy, crying, bitterness, people getting arrested, mention of killing a past self 

Pairings: None (only Roman in this fic)

Words: 455 (I wrote this in like 20 minutes) 

Roman knew he shouldn’t feel so angry about it, but… God damn it, he did.

He knwe he’s the oldest and therefore the one that should have the most emotional control, but… He barely saw his dad anyways. Now he was going to be in jail for six months, which meant he wouldn’t be around for Halloween or Christmas.

He wanted to kill his past self for taking his dad for granted, for being so mad at him last year and refusing to talk to him, even on Christmas. He wanted to take his past self and shake him back into his right mind, tell him to forgive dad and cherish his time with him.

But he couldn’t.

So there he sat, glaring down at his phone. He’d missed a call from his dad because he was in the band room after school and his phone had been on silent. The only reason his dad could contact him at all was because of his work leave, and they let him take his phone to listen to music on his walk there.

There isn’t much conversation to have with someone that’s been in jail, however.

“Hey dad, sorry for not answering, I was in band and my phone was on mute. How are you?” Roman texted him, at 4:06pm.

His dad replied at 6:51, “It’s all good I’m doing alright.” successfully annoying Roman with his lack of punctuation.

“How’s work?” Roman sent, much later than he should’ve. He couldn’t think of much else to ask.

“It’s pretty awesome how’s your night going,” God, could he just use a comma once?

“Pretty good. I’m just chilling and doing a bit of writing for fun.” Roman said, though that wasn’t exactly true. He’d yet to do his homework, even though it was already 8pm.

He stared at his phone and awaited a response, but didn’t get one.

Thinking about his dad only made Roman remember the night before his dad went to jail, how bitter Roman been. How his friend’s mom was comforting his siblings more than him, promising his sister to go shopping (which Roman would’ve loved) and his dad saying the two could stay home from school.

Roman lived with his mom, and he knew she’d never let him stay home. So instead he cried alone in the back seat of the car that night, dried his tears once he got home, and then cried himself to sleep.

He wished he could call his dad-- the sound of his voice was always so grounding --but he was working.

So Roman did his homework, and finished his writing, and waited for his mom to get home from work with this horrible lump of sorrow in his chest.

Not tagging anybody because it’s vent. 

[sockablock]

no fic update schedules, we post chapters like tired, impulsive, attention-starved children

[maria-writes-fanfic]

If I wrote a zombie apocalypse au for sanders sides, would anyone read it? (The walking dead game always gets me on a zombie hype so)

[allsortsofgeekery]

Not to be dramatic, but I would sell my soul to see the Sides in book-inspired aus

[maria-writes-fanfic]

i have a red queen and darkest minds au so-

[wroammin]

please reblog if you’re a writer for the sanders sides fandom

it’s for a big masterpost coming out soon, so please don’t reblog if you aren’t a writer or if you aren’t comfy being on the list! thank you!!

(p.s. you can be a writer and do something else, just as long as you write!)

[thelowlysatsuma]

occasionally i write!! i hope i count!!