#dad thomas

[jazztheduck]

imagine next session being like this ahahaha (please protect my zombros my heart can only take so much)

[eray-za]

thomas5200 doodles

[aliennopossumm]

Be Brave For Them

A little oneshot based on this concept by @kiddiesides !!

CW: fainting, crying, general sickness, hospital mentions, small mentions of repression Characters: Thomas, Patton, mentions of the rest of the sides/Nico Summary: It’s been a long and stressful few days for Patton, he just wants his dad. Wordcount: 1366 words, 7,599 characters

It had only been two days after the initial fainting when Thomas was allowed to be released from the hospital, his parents happily driving him back home whilst Nico took care of their kids. Once he had walked through the door, around 6pm on a Thursday night, he was immediately swarmed by all of his kiddos, hugging him tight and mumbling how they missed him. Of course, throughout the time he was admitted to hospital, visits were allowed, but this time, dad was home!

Nico chuckled softly at the cuddle pile, giving Thomas a quick kiss on his cheek and offering to make them all dinner. He insisted for Thomas to rest, asking Patton to help him with making the pasta for dinner that night - of course, Patton was fully allowed to say no, but the oldest of the six happily accepted.

It did not take long for the food to be finished, Patton silently plating the table with a neutral expression on his face. Nico assumed this was simply tiredness, prompting him to sit down once the meal was finished and placed in the centre of the table. Without question, Patton did as he was told, half-listening to Nico announcing dinner being ready.

The remaining six family members came quickly to the dining area, Virgil still refusing to let go of Thomas. A familiar chatter dissolved over the room, Thomas sharing silly stories from the hospital and the kiddos catching him up on the events that occurred in his absence. However, Patton seemed distant from the conversation, determined to keep his head down as he ate and only speak when spoken too. It did not take long for Thomas to notice this, especially since Patton would often shoot worried glances in his father’s direction, looking back down when Thomas seemed to make eye contact.

Once everybody had eaten their dinner and cleaned up after themselves, the younger kids needing help from Thomas or Nico, the former of the pair gently announced they would all be going to bed a little earlier tonight. Whilst Thomas was in the hospital, he was told that the kids were not sleeping well with their dad gone - now he was back, he wanted to make sure each kid caught up on their lack of sleep.

A few of the younger kids protested this early bedtime, but Patton just quietly took Virgil to help him get ready for bed. Being so young, he hardly understood the concept of when and what bedtime was, happy to have some time with his older brother. Together, the two got changed into the pyjamas, and Patton assisted Virgil in very gently brushing the few teeth he had. Patton did not brush his own, though, too focused on cleaning up Vee’s mouth and bringing him to bed. Silence fell across the smaller’s room, the remainder of their siblings in a bathroom or their own bedroom, getting dressed into comfier clothes. It did not take Virgil to fall asleep, Patton softly making up a story of how Prince Vee helped saved King Daddy when he was feeling sick. Though each word that fell out of his mouth reminded him how completely terrifying the situation only a few days prior was, he pushed through, able to get his brother sleeping soundly.

A built up sigh left Patton’s mouth, kissing his brother’s head and pulling the blanket closer to the baby. He sat lingering for several more seconds, before his brothers called from the other room - Roman was being poked by Remus’ toothbrush, and Janus was yelling about how Thomas “isn’t putting the scale cream on properly!”. With a small, sad smile on his face, Patton made his way towards the rest of his family to be of assistance. I just have to push through 10 more minutes of this, and then I’ll be alone in my room, he thought, gently lecturing Remus to be nicer to his twin. Just a bit longer, then I can sleep, the thought continued, applying the scale cream to Janus’ face the same exact way as their dad, but it was different to him for some reason.

Finally, finally, all of his siblings were sound asleep, making his way to his own room. Of course, he loved his family more than life itself, but being able to walk into a private room for time to himself was a euphoric feeling. He crawled into his bed, getting underneath the covers and pulling a stuffed animal to his chest - a frog that Thomas had bought for him a few years prior at a yard sale, before half of Patton’s siblings had appeared. He gripped the sides of the frog, the stuffed animal that was once so big compared to him now the size of his torso.

Patton started crying. For the past few days, he had been holding it back, trying to be strong. Though a few tears slipped on the phone call to Nico, and his breath shook when they left the hospital for visiting hours, and he stared sadly at the bathroom door whenever he locked himself in there to be alone, he did not sob. He let himself cry for who knows how long, before hearing a gentle knock on the door - he knew it was Thomas, he’d memorised how each member of his family knocked on the door.

Quickly, Patton wiped his tears, sitting up on his bed, “come in.”

Thomas opened the door, smiling sadly, “Hey kiddo. Thank you for helping so much today.” He walked into his son’s room, shutting the door behind him and sitting on his bed.

“‘Course,” Patton mumbled, slightly worried he was going to be told off. Did he hurt Thomas when he initially fainted? Maybe how he lectured Remus wasn’t good enough?

Thomas went to gently ask him if he was feeling alright, but noticed his tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, unable to beat around the bush, fully knowing how insistent Patton was of being “fine” to not worry his father further. “Were you crying, Pattycake?”

The comment made his anxiety jump a little, rubbing his eyes roughly, “Maybe a little, but I’m fine dad, just tired.”

“You don’t need to be fine, it’s been scary, huh?” Thomas spoke gently, taking Patton’s hands so he could not rub his eyes further, “it's just you and dad, kiddo, you can tell me anything.”

Though a few seconds of silence passed, Patton soon fell into his dad’s arms, sobbing into his chest. Most of what he said was incomprehensible, Thomas able to make out the words “sorry”, “scary” and “pressure”.

He did not interrupt his son, gently rubbing Patton’s back and rocking him as he let himself cry. Intermittently, he pressed kisses to his forehead, gently wiping any tears he saw with his sleeve if Patton looked up to meet eyes with him.

The two sat like this for several minutes, the sobs eventually dissolving into sad hiccups and a few more mumbles about how sorry Patton was. Thomas kissed the remaining tears away from Patton’s face, eliciting giggles from his oldest.

“Are you feeling any better, kiddo?” Patton quickly nodded at the question, making Thomas smile sadly, “you did so well, Patt, I wouldn’t have known what to do when I was 12.”

Patton sniffled softly, muttering how he needs to know to keep his brothers safe.

He felt his father cupping his face in his hands, melting into the warm skin - a few smaller tears fell again. Truthfully, Patton was so scared, mumbling to Thomas on how he tried his best to stay brave to not worry any of his brothers.

“You did so well, kiddo,” Thomas smiled sadly, kissing his nose gently, “let me make you a hot chocolate, we can stay up longer watching TV, yeah?”

Patton nodded happily at that, grabbing the frog stuffie again to bring with him. Thomas noticed, cooing happily.

“You still have Strawberry?” he asked softly, stroking the one-fluffy material of the stuffed animal. Patton nodded, making Thomas beam, “We should get you a new stuffie, hm? I think Build-a-Bear has frogs, don’t they? We could go together, just you and me!”

Patton nodded, “I’d like that…”

[fantasticfangirl21]

The Silver Spider: Thomas Sanders

Thomas Sanders:

Powers: Spider-Man, he’s literally Spider-Man

The Kids: When investigating a broken window in in oscorp lab he found “the dark sides” inside, he snuck in and managed to web up Remus, Virgil was locking down security before searching the rest of the area  while Janus was downloading the data they were sent after, Janus tried to fight him but was caught off guard and captured as well, Virgils spider sense went off and he came back, had an epic battle with Spider-Man and then lost due to the difference in experience, sure Virgil was quick smart and had more powers but Thomas had fought for far longer, long story short he captures the kids and when oscorp comes looking for the break in he escapes with them, he takes off their masks and actually recognizes each of them as the missing kids and as kids he has seen in the past, he never met Remus but met his identical twin brother when trying to find Remus, he met Janus after saving he and his mother from the fire (forgot to mention that’s how they escaped) and met Virgil after saving him from the car crash, Thomas’ guy in the chair Joan confirms that these are indeed the kids after searching them on the internet and running facial scan through thomas’ suit

Family: he takes the kids in, at this point they are 16, 18 and 18, and overtime he basically becomes their dad, Joan is their uncle pretty much, Thomas raises them, homeschools Virgil, gets Remus and Janus into college, Janus goes to law school and Remus goes through marine biology  

Weaknesses/Fears: Not being there when someone needs him, losing his [unofficially adopted] kids

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[an-adoorable-lil-thing]

Scars

Part 1

(Part 2, Part 3)

Thank you for @look-ma-im-on-tv helping with the planning and editing! You're a story savor!!

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Thomas gave a sad smile as he gently laid Patton down in bed. He was sure the others had been to sleep long ago, but that was okay.

He grabbed Patton's stuffed dragon and handed it to him. Logan had been the one to make the stuffed creature. Lo had given it to Patton a few months ago, assuring that the dragon would always protect the little one from anything. "Alright. Now it's really time for bed." Thomas said, gently patting Patton on the head. He was about to turn and leave but he stopped upon Patton's small voice. "I'm scared..."

He sucked in a breath and thought for a second. Turning, he gave a comforting smile as he leaned down next to his youngest. Thomas had figured Patton would still be having trouble sleeping at night, more than he usually did anyway. "Do you want me to read you a story? Maybe that will help."

Patton nodded. Thomas nodded in return, stood, grabbed a book from a shelf, and stepped back over. He lifted Patton up and then sat down in the bed. Thomas placed Patton into his lap and held the book so his son could see it.

He opened the book and started. "A Paper Flower. Once there was a prince who was obsessed with flowers." Thomas read, "He had a big garden filled with all different kinds. There were yellows, and blues, pinks, and greens. He owned every color. But the prince was saddened by his flowers, for every time he picked one it would soon die after."

"...Dad?"

Thomas stopped reading and looked down at his son, noting the nervous tone Patton tried to hide. It made Thomas feel a pang of sadness. "Yes, Patton?" He could see how Patton held stuffed dragon a bit tighter. "...J scares me..."

Thomas sucked in a breath and thought for a moment. Last time any of his sons got to see their brother, Janus, he was being rushed to a hospital. Thomas had refused to let his sons see their brother in such a startling state, so Joan had really done him a favor and taken them all in for a night while he was at the hospital.

Thomas looked down at his youngest, giving a comforting look. "Pat. Buddy... Look... I know it was all really scary, but you know your brother. He's still..." He paused. After the accident, which left burn marks down the half of his body, J -or more of Janus- still had made a few snappy comebacks and a few little jokes. Janus was really worried about everyone else, even though he himself was the one who was hurt. Patton hadn't been there, thankfully, but Janus' absence still certainly freaked him out. Seriously, how could you tell a 6-year-old his brother just got mangled with burns then expect him to be okay? How would anyone be okay after that?

He sighed. "He's not in any more danger. Everything will be fine, we just have to stay strong, Pat."

"N-no," Patton mumbled and that surprised Thomas, but the surprise faded to sadness as Patton continued. "He- I wan... I want him home! I wan J ta come home!" He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes while tears formed.

Thomas wrapped his son into a tight hug. Janus was okay... Damn, he hated that thought. It caused his chest to tighten and his throat to go dry. Janus was not okay. Thomas hated that it was true. He also hated that it was the same thing all of his sons had had racing through their minds. And out of all of it what- what if... No! that wasn't that case. Janus was alive. "Don't worry, Pat." He spoke, keeping his voice steady as he felt tears fill his eyes too. "J's going to come home, but he just needs help. He just needs help right now. He'll be home soon, you won't even know it."

Patton glanced up at his dad with watery eyes. "P-promise?"

Thomas gave a comforting smile as he looked down at his son, not able to stop a tear from slipping down his cheek. "I promise."

Patton burst into tears of relief at that, and Thomas just hugged him closer as he rubbed his back. He had very much decided that Patton shouldn't have to sleep alone tonight. Patton needed him right now. And he needed to sit and comfort him his son.

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[sunshineandteddybears]

Adventure in the Great Wide Somewhere Ch. 1

A Beauty and the Beast Logince, but with a bit of a twist. I’m combining both the original Disney movie from 1991 and the classic fairy tale. Which means no Gaston-like character and Roman, our Bell, has a sibling (the fairy tale it was like 2 siblings but we’ll ignore that) and a slightly different reason for dear old dad receiving the beast Logan’s wrath.  Characters in this chapter: Roman, Remus, and Thomas Sanders The morning sun warmed the earth as the occupants of a quaint little town began their daily routine. The baker displayed the fresh baked bread and rolls for all to see and smell; the fisherman had his barrels of the dawn’s catch; the florists had their young daughter selling flowers from a basket. Everyone else walked through the small marketplace, buying what was needed or gossiping with their neighbors.  It was the same as any other day, no change to disrupt the quiet village’s foundation. It was peaceful, it was picturesque, it was- “Boring!” Roman sighed out, looking down at the place he knew all his life. Everything was tirelessly predictable. He had grown tired of the provincial town, a fact everyone knew but all ignored it. Walking the rest of the way into town, sent to run errands for his father, he sighed once more before greeting the people he knew by heart. They greeted him in return before going off to gossip about him, like clockwork. Roman Sanders was well known to be both beautiful but had his head in the clouds. He disagreed, but everyone thought it odd that he would desire to leave the safety of the well known. He had learned to ignore it, giving his focus instead to his daydreams of the life of adventure he wished he had. Like the ones he read in the books he borrowed from the book shop. Such marvelous stories they were. Of far away lands and magical curses and princes saving damsels from fearsome fates. I don’t know who I’m jealous of more. He thought, holding his latest borrowed book close to his chest. The princes for living a life of excitement, or the ladies who are rescued by them. He wished he could meet a handsome prince. Maybe one put under a curse that could only be cured by true love! I wonder what true love feels like. Roman was pulled out of his thoughts by the baker greeting him. “OH! Good morning Sir.” he greeted back, smiling charmingly as the other asked what he was doing. “Running errands for Father.” he explained. “Oh and to return this book.” He added, holding the item up in question. “It was such a fascinating read, about a giant beanstalk and an ogre-” “That’s nice Roman,” the baker cut him off, his attention going to his wife as he demanded for the baguettes to be brought out. With a huff, Roman bought a few loaves of fresh bread before taking his leave. It wouldn’t have hurt the man to let the oldest son of the town’s inventor to finish talking. The young man went about the rest of the marketplace, buying the items his father requested and making failed attempts to have a conversation about his interests. The only success he had was with the florists’ daughter, the young girl excited to hear enchanting tales of grandeur much like him. But he couldn’t stick around for long or else her parents would come out to scold him for distracting their child from work. I should stop by again at the end of the day. He thought. He had always enjoyed children’s reactions to the stories he loved so. When all the errands requested of him were done, he made his way to the book shop. A little bell rang as he opened the door, alerting the kind old man who owned it of his presence. “Good morning Roman.” the old man greeted, a kind smile on his lips. “Good morning!” the young man eagerly walked up to the counter. “I’ve come to return the book!” True to his words, he handed it over while the old man chuckled good naturedly. “I was wondering if I could borrow the one from last week?” Roman added, his question coming with a shy smile. “Haven’t you read that one twice already?” the old man asked, moving to get the book all the same. His voice was teasing, but Roman flushed all the same. “What can I say? It’s my favorite.” The book was handed over to him and Roman was quick to hold it against his chest. A pleased smile rested on his lips. He couldn’t help it, the book was very dear to him. “Well, if that’s the case, you can go ahead and keep it.” Roman’s eyes snapped up, wide with disbelief. “Are you sure?” he asked, feeling a little breathless. It surely wasn’t good for the old man’s business. Not many people bought books in the little town. And he was generous enough just letting Roman borrow them. “It seems far too much.” “Nonsense! You enjoy.” With a rush of elation, he reached forward to hug the book shop owner. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” The old man laughed good naturedly and patted his back. With rosy cheeks from smiling so largely, Roman bid him goodbye and left the shop. There was a skip in his step as he turned to take the path back towards his home up on the hill. It was a lovely little cottage, with a chicken coop and a small stable for their horse. Smoke was always seen coming out of their chimney, his father requiring constant use of the fireplace as he worked at his inventions. The man was brilliant as he was caring and funny. Creating nifty inventions that was useful for all to use. Not many of their neighbors used them, partially because they were stuck in their ways and partially due to a lack of finances. So whenever his father finished making a surplus of his inventions, he often left to travel to a port town to sell his wares. It was why Roman had been sent on errands, to fetch supplies for his father’s journey. They had plenty at home to get him and his twin brother by until his father’s return. Remus couldn’t be trusted with errands as he often bought the wrong thing, got into trouble with the shopkeepers or got distracted and get none of it done. It left Roman to be the responsible one. A tiring job, but someone had to do it when Father was too busy. “I’m home!” he called out when he returned to the cottage. The sound of banging metal could be heard as his father finished the last of his wares. His brother was nowhere to be seen, which meant he was either sleeping or out getting into heaven knew what. Sometimes I think I have a dog rather than a brother. He thought, moving to the kitchen to place down the shopping basket. As if summoned by his thoughts, Remus came barreling into the house, thistles stuck to his clothes and smelling of skunk cabbage”Roman!” his brother called out, rushing towards him with arms opened wide. “Ugh you reek!” Roman complained, covering his nose and backing away before his brother could hug him.  Remus pouted at that before smirking mischievously. Unease filled the older twin at the sight, knowing nothing good could come from it. And he was right. Like a serpent cornered, Remus struck fast. He launched himself across the remaining distance before Roman could even think to get away and wrapped his brother up tight. A shriek left the older’s lips while the younger cackled like the hellspawn he was. “LET GO OF MEEEEEE!” Roman wiggled and managed to free one arm, to which he used to push at his brother’s head. The fiend had the audacity to cackle more. “Not until you smell like me~” Roman shrieked louder, changing from pushing Remus’ head to hitting it. “Boys calm down!” The twins halted in their shenanigans, turning their heads to see their father Thomas enter the kitchen. He had soot and grease smudge along his face and clothing. The man attempted to clean it up with a rag, though it too was dirty from use. “Tell Remus to let me go!” Roman whined, returning to the task of shoving and hitting his brother’s head. “Tell Roman to let me love him!” Thomas sighed and grabbed a hold of both his sons’ collars. He pulled them apart before releasing them and patting their heads. “Honestly you two.” he sighed out, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Remus, you need to respect your brother’s personal space. Roman, you shouldn’t punch your brother.” Remus grinned at that while Roman stuck his tongue out at the menace. Their father decided to not address it, instead sniffing the air. “And Remus, you need a bath.” Now it was Roman’s turn to grin as his brother whined. “I don’t want to hear it. Off you go.” With a grumble, Remus skulked off and Roman snickered. “Roman.” The young man stopped at the warning tone in his father’s voice, giving an innocent smile towards the older man. His father sighed before shaking his head. “So did you get everything?” he asked and the eldest twin grinned widely. “Yep! Everything you asked for!” he declared proudly. “And Mr. Larry let me keep my favorite book!” Thomas smiled softly at his son, a look no one else gave the young man. “Well that was very kind of him.” he said, nodding as if agreeing with himself. “And speaking of gifts,” he added, a grin forming on his lips, “what do you want me to bring back for you from Port?” Before Roman could even think of what he wanted, Remus came running back in while screaming at the top of his lungs. “MUSHROOMS!” “Remus you were supposed to go take a bath. And you can get those here!” Their father replied, sighing in exasperation. “POISONOUS MUSHROOMS!” “No that’s not happening.” “A PET SKUNK!” “One, its a port town Remus. Two, absolutely not.” “SOMEONE’S EYE!” “NO!” Remus pouted before a spark flashed in his eyes. “A pet snake!” Thomas opened his mouth before pausing. He appeared to think it over before nodding. “Ok, that one is reasonable.” Roman didn’t know how that was reasonable but Remus cheered before running back to go finally bathe. With him gone, their father brought his attention back to Roman. “So? What do you want?” Roman hummed thoughtfully, his mind thinking back to the book he received. “If you’re able to find one… I’d like a rose.”  he said at last, suddenly feeling a bit shy. It wasn’t as exotic as a pet snake, but roses didn’t grow around their little village. And they looked so lovely in the illustrations of his book. Plus they represented love. “Is that all?” Thomas asked and he nodded his head. “Alright. I’ll do my best.” Roman perked up, smiling bright before making his way to his father to hug him tight. It was then that Remus came rushing back in, heading straight for the pair to join in the hug. “I’M CLEAN NOW HUG TIME!” “PUT SOME CLOTHES ON YOU FIEND!” ------ The night came and went and upon the dawn of the morning light, the twins stood beside their father as he finished packing the cart for his journey. “Be sure to feed the chickens.” he instructed for the hundredth time, his hands tightening the fastens. Both boys rolled their eyes. “Yes Father.” Roman replied while Remus started to get distracted with the clouds. He could hear his brother mutter what gross or sexual images they had the shape of. “And to water the garden. And to keep the wood pile well stocked.” Roman went on to say before his father could. “And there’s-” “And there’s money stashed away if we need anything in town.” Thomas reached out to tug his ear at the interruption, causing Roman to yelp lightly. “Cheeky.” Chuckling, Thomas moved to the horse and got up on it’s saddle. “Ok then. I trust you boys to take care of things and each other while I’m gone.” Remus snapped back into focus, nodding along as Roman did. “I’m in charge right?” Roman asked, ignoring Remus’ protest at the words. “No one needs to be in charge.” Was their father’s reply. “Now be good. I mean it. I’ll be back in a week’s time.” Once again both sons nodded. “I love you both, very much.” “Love you too.” the twins echoed. And with that, their father left. The twins watched him go off until he was but a speck in the distance. Once that was the case, Remus went back inside while Roman remained. Someday, I’ll get to leave too. He thought, a sense of longing filling his heart for something. He didn’t know what, he just knew that it was out there. In the great wide somewhere.

[katesattic]

That tweet is really making me think of Thomas as a dad and it’s a very pure and comforting thought. Patton aside, the dude’s already got Dad Energy™️.

But until he’s an actual dad, I hope he’s happy being our fandom Dad.

[what-even-is-thiss]