Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

Need someone like you - Virgil & Patton

8:49pm

Tik Tok- honestly- Tik Tok or whatever it is can suck my ass

Fall down a hole and diSAPPEAR FROM MY LIFE

Trigger warning: Past child abuse

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"Now, fair warning, this kid is...isn't the nicest" Mr. James commented after finishing the last of his coffee Patton generously made for him. They had just finished talking about Patton's new foster child he would be caring for for a few months, but this one was different from the others. Usually the ones Patton have are more...stable; never before has Patton had a foster child who was abused in his past home.

He couldn't tell if this could be a challenge or not, but he wasn't about to think of a child he hasn't met as "not nice". Everyone can be nice as long as they are given kindest in the first place.

Patton smiled briskly, "Mr. James, you are a great man" Patton complimented, taking his mug from his grasp. "But don't insult children in my house"

That night Patton couldn't sleep, he usually couldn't when a new child was arriving; it was just so exciting! He absolutely adored caring for kids, no matter how old or young they were. Seeing them smile and enjoy living with him was all Patton could ever ask for, every time he could feel his heart swelling with happiness at the mere prospect they liked living with him. It was always a tear jerking experience when the kids had to leave, but Patton knew they were being sent to bigger, better families, so it was never too upsetting.

The next morning me made sure to clean himself up along with the house (even if he tidied it spotless yesterday-) without stopping until he heard the ring of a doorbell echo throughout the house. He straightened and grinned, quickly putting away his dustpan and brush before hurrying over to the front door. Running a hand through his hair, he pulled open the door and his eyes instantly landed on the teenager who would be put in his care.

He had naturally brown hair with dyed purple ends, the bangs covering his eyes that had black makeup dusted underneath them, making him look actually...really cool! Beside him stood one of the child services workers; she was the usual one, tightly curled thick blonde hair that bobbed on her shoulders, and a soft summer dress that flowed in the light (yet warm) breeze.

"Hello, Patton!" The two adults shared a hug and burst into an enthusiastic conversation, too enthusiastic for the darkly dressed boy who rolled his eyes and plunged his hearing with music that blasted through his headphones. Patton noticed the sudden new device and grinned, leaning over to ruffle his hair that laid out before the bar that rested across the top of his head to hold up the headphones.

He looked up, staring at Patton with narrowed eyes, but the man just winked and carried on talking to the woman the boy never bothered to obtain the name of. Rolling his eyes, he let himself relax in the music, waiting until he noticed commotion before following the two inside. He let them talk in the kitchen and made his way up the staircase, peeking inside of each room until he found the one that was - presumably - is.

He didn't like it.

The walls were a soft blue, and the carpet was pure white; why does everything have to be so bright? Grumbling, he grouchily settled into the single bed pressed into the corner of the room (at least they got that right) and closed his eyes, bobbing along to the music that always had a way of calming him down. So entranced, he didn't notice how much time had passed, only opening his eyes when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.