Hey guys! College is expensive so I'm opening up writing commissions! Lmk if you would like to see some examples of my work! I’m familiar with Sanders Sides, TAZ (all campaigns), JSE (egos), Genshin, MCU, Disney, Unus Annus, assorted musicals, Harry Potter, Undertale and D&D!!
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Prompt: “Should I be worried?” “Is the grass green?”
Ships: Platonic Analogical, Platonic Moxiety
Logan walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and some breakfast when his eyes landed on Virgil sitting upside down on top of the refrigerator with many cans of Redbull, a Starbucks cup that’s been refilled who knows how many times, and an empty bottle of alcohol spilled around him. Virgil’s eyes were bloodshot and he was scrolling through TikTok after spending hours on Tumblr and Reddit and running out of content. Logan cleared his throat and Virgil looked up at him, almost falling onto the ground and sat up criss cross on the fridge.
“Virgil, should I be worried?”
“Is the grass green?”
“How long have you been awake for?”
“Uh... I’m not sure. What day is it?”
“Today is September 1st.”
“So then about a week I think?” Virgil shrugged, continuing his browsing of TikTok when Logan summoned a sleepy Patton.
“Logan? What’s up?” Patton rubbed his eyes, obviously just woken up.
“Virgil is. He hasn’t slept in a week-”
“WHAT?” And without another word, Patton activated Dad Mode and got Virgil off of the fridge, in bed, and got him to sleep somehow through his Dad Magic before going back to bed himself.
Prompt: “Is that my sweater? I’m going to have to burn that thing now that you’ve contaminated it!”
Ships: Prinxiety
Virgil absolutely loved hoodies - anyone could tell you that without even knowing him. Whether it’s the dead of winter or the hottest day of the summer, he would always be wearing one of his many hoodies. So, when he noticed one was missing, he completely flipped out.
Roman, hearing the sounds of his distressed roommate, walked up to Virgil and tapped him on the shoulder. “Is something the matter All the Time Low?”
“Yes! I can’t find my favorite Heathers hoodie and I’ve looked everywher- oh my god you’re wearing it. Welp, I guess I’m going to have to burn that thing now that you’ve contaminated it!” Virgil flopped onto his bed and Roman started laughing hysterically. “Oh shut up and take it off before I burn it while you’re still wearing it.” Virgil grumbled and Roman took it off. Virgil looked over at him and wished he didn’t because his roommate wasn’t wearing an undershirt and holy crap he’s ripped how did I not know this-
“Take a picture Gerard Gay, it’ll last longer.” Roman smirked, adding in a wink for good measure before tossing him the hoodie. Virgil just blinked as Roman walked out of his room, the emo’s face as red as Heather Chandler’s scrunchie.
Human AU. If anyone is interested here’s the song also disclaimer I have never been to a Panic! concert so if anything in here isn’t how a concert would work sorry
Ship(s): Prinxiety
“Almost ready Edgar Allen Woe?” Roman called out to his boyfriend of 5 years now. Roman managed to snag tickets for the Panic! at the Disco concert nearby. Their seats were in a spot where they had a good view of the stage but easy access to outside with fresh air and less people in case Virgil got overwhelmed by the crowd - it was perfect.
Virgil ran out of the room, slipping his black, high top converses on as he made his way towards the door, eager to get there. He looked like he raided Hot Topic, wearing every Panic! merch he owned (”I spent money on all this, might as well wear it all”), with the only non-merch things being his ripped black skinny jeans and his shoes. Roman was wearing a t-shirt that said “I’m Pretty. Odd.” with a lightweight jacket with the logo on the back and deep inside and outside pockets. Roman grabbed the rainbow pride flag on the table as the couple made their way to Roman’s car, blasting Brendon Urie’s angelic voice from Virgil’s Spotify.
They weren’t driving for too long before they got to the venue (stopping for McDonald’s first because food) and neither one could contain their excitement - especially Virgil.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited for anything - it’s really adorable,” Roman commented, giving Virgil’s face a light blush.
“I think the only thing that would top this is if My Chemical Romance got back together and I got to see them! Thank you so much by the way Ro. I’m so happy I got to see my first concert with you.” The couple smiled, walking in to get to their seats. There was still about 15 minutes before the concert was supposed to start but it already looked like most of the seats had been filled.
They talked until the openers got on stage, shaking with anticipation for Brendon Urie to come out.
The entire crowd cheered and hollered when they heard the beginnings to Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time, screaming the lyrics with the performer, Virgil and Roman included. The concert went on and despite the crowds Virgil looked right in his element, and Roman couldn’t help but shoot him loving glances as the emo belted The Ballad of Mona Lisa, or screamed “Are you nasty?” during Miss Jackson (Roman was doing the exact same thing).
Roman heard the opening chords to Death of a Bachelor and felt a wave of anxiety go through him. He grabbed Virgil’s hands, causing him to look away from Brendon and at Roman as Roman sang the lyrics to him. After the second verse, Roman gave him a little twirl, causing a giggle to escape Virgil as Roman went down on one knee, reaching into his jacket for the little black box stashed in there, opening it up to reveal a ring. “Can you be the cause of death for this bachelor?” Roman asked, and despite the loud environment they were in, Virgil could perfectly make out what he was saying, giggling slightly at the phrasing because it was so cute and so Roman, nodding and kissing him, not caring that the teenage girls in the row behind him were taking video captioning it “SO CUTE” or “#GOALS” or something similar on their Snapchats. All they cared about was each other, kissing and embracing until they heard the end of the song.
The rest of the concert they were attached as they continued singing and screaming lyrics whether by just holding each other’s hand or Roman snaking his arm around Virgil’s waist, the shorter man leaning into his side.
It was the best proposal Virgil could’ve ever dreamed of.
Characters: Single Dad!Logan, Virgil, mentions of Roman, Patton and Deceit
Ship(s): Prinxiety, past moceit
This is probably completely out of character, this is 1000% a vent fic
Virgil looked up from their phone, grinning like an idiot at what their boyfriend, Roman, sent them. God he’s such a sap, promise rings? I don’t even wear jewelry all that much, but I would totally wear it if he got it for me. Virgil smiled and sent the text giving their okay on it. ‘Just so you know, my dad doesn’t know about us at all, so I would have to order it, and just pass it off as something I wanted for myself.’ Virgil frowned slightly, remembering that their dad was weary about online friendships, let alone a romantic relationship. They had little intention to tell him, always imagining the worst case scenario (as always) and it always led to him making them break up - something Virgil couldn’t imagine doing.
So, when they got the email that it arrived - a week earlier than it was supposed to, when their dad was going on a business trip - they panicked, knowing he would get the mail before they would get to it. When they got home and saw their dad had the package in his hand, they felt the largest wave of anxiety they’ve had in a while hit them like a truck.
“Virginia,” their dad started, causing Virgil to internally wince - they hadn’t told their dad their new name or pronouns, knowing as well how he feels about nonbinary identities and just really didn’t want to have that conversation - their coming out as pansexual was hard enough. “What is this?”
Not having it in themself to lie, or the capacity to make up one on the spot in this state, they mumbled out “a ring.” Their dad’s face reflected confusion and anger, very different from his usual near emotionless expression, and it made Virgil hunch more than they already had been.
“You don’t usually wear jewelry at all, why all of a sudden did you get a ring? Be honest, is it for your partner?”
“What if it was?”
“Is it?”
“What would you say if it was?”
“Who is it?”
“... he doesn’t go to my school.”
“Ok, where is he from?”
Virgil panicked again, not being able to think of a lie quick enough and before they knew it they said “Spain. But I’ve been talking with him for over two years, he speaks perfect English, and he helps me in my Spanish class too. Please-”
“Virginia, you know how I feel about the online thing. I’m just concerned. What if he isn’t who he says he is? I’ve been accepting of you being pansexual, and you know that. But you already have to put up a facade because we happen to live in a very close minded, conservative town, and having someone who you tell everything to, who ‘understands’ you, that can be really unsafe!”
Virgil felt all their anxiety turn to anger, somehow getting the courage to stand up for themself, yelling “So what do you not trust me?”
“Honey I do trust you. I don’t trust him. How do you know if he is who he says he is! For all you know he could be some 40 year old man! He could just be faking everything, and just telling you what you want to hear!”
“How the hell would you fake a Snapchat? Or a video call? Snapchat LITERALLY SAYS if the picture was just taken or if it had been saved from the internet or whatever!”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s possible! Do you have any plans to go to Spain?”
“No, but-”
“Does he have any plans to come here?”
“Actually he is hoping to do a study abroad in the city, or somewhere relatively close to me. He’s starting college this year but he’s only 17 so it’s not like there’s this huge age gap either-”
“I don’t care if he claims to be 17. How do you know if he is who he tells you he is?”
“Please dad, I’m really happy with him-”
“You’re too young to know what you want out of a relationship. All this is… is puppy love at best! Besides, how are you supposed to say you’re dating someone you’ve never met? Someone you’ve never been on a date with? Dating means going on dates. That’s not what you two have. End of story.”
Virgil fidgeted with the strings on their hoodie, their confidence draining away as the tension in the room rose. “You don’t think that’s what I want? I would love for that to happen, but it hasn’t. I just don’t understand how this is any different from any other long distance relationship that starts in person-”
“That’s just it, they start in person. You know who they are. You started dating before the distance separated. As far as I’m concerned though, you two are just close friends, just someone you communicate with. Nothing more.”
They bit the inside of their cheek, stopping when they tasted the briefest tinge of blood. “So what, that’s it. Are you going to make us break up now? Cut off all communication?”
“No, because you’re too damn stubborn for your own good, and I know this is just going in one ear and out the other. No matter what I say, you’re just going to do what you want, and let me tell you, that pisses me off to no end. But it’s too late to do anything about it.” Logan took a deep breath and put his head in his hands. “I wanted you to be better, but I guess you’re not. So go off, I know you’re gonna go right up to your room and hide away like you always do, and vent to him about how much of a bitch I am. But I’m just worried about you Virginia. Maybe it’d be different if he lived here, if I could meet with him and the family, but we’ll never know won’t we?” He sighed, looking up at Virgil.
“But would it really be different if he lived here? People can still be fake in person, like what happened to Patton when he dated Dorian.” Virgil spoke quietly, still defending themself, but not as violently. “There’s that bit in every relationship - you can never be sure. What was that saying? You have 3 faces, one you show to the world, one you show to family, and one that you never show to anyone.”
“While that is true, it is easier to catch the bullshit in person. When they have to look you in the eyes and talk to you, it’s different. But what do I know?”
Virgil continued to fidget with their hoodie, deciding not to get on their dads’ bad side completely, and even if it was against what they thought, they should at least try to end on a good note. “I… I understand why you’re upset, because that kind of thing isn’t completely uncommon today...” Virgil’s face saddened, as they were about to say something they completely didn’t agree with, but just said to get their dad off their back. “And I guess you’re right, we haven’t been on any dates. He’s just someone I’m talking to.” Virgil internally smirked, knowing that for their generation, “talking to someone” is the precursor to (or sometimes saying that you are) dating. So technically, they weren’t completely outright lying, they just weren’t speaking in words that the older generation would recognize.
“Thank you, I appreciate that.” Logan gave Virgil a soft smile, but Virgil couldn’t return it.
They looked at him hesitantly, “are we good then?”
