#Ros omelet

[yummraj]

Gopal Ross omelet (Colva beach road, near old Madgaon market, Goa)

In a nutshell: A roadside cart shop that sells really YUMM Ross omelet & chicken soup (for the soul) Address & other details: google map Apple map – https://maps.apple.com/?ll=15.282600,73.955200&q=Margao%20-%20Comba&t=m Zomato : click here Meal for 2: ₹100 onwards Cuisine type : non vegetarian only Disclaimer: All restaurants / eateries reviewed by YUMMRAJ were visited by YUMMRAJ himself…

[ffxiv-f13ndish]

A time to heal

(collab. write w/ @sorrel-haven [Kore] and @ro-valerius [Tofu])

Miyu had gotten more accustomed to starting off their days early in the morning, rather than late at night, for the past few months now. The change was especially helpful following their partners’ altercations with Tuturoko. For the past few days, Miyu had gotten up early to make their breakfasts and bring it up to them as they recuperated. 

Miyu resisted the urge to throw their pan as the omelet they attempted to fold only did so halfway. They took a fork and gently nudged the other half of the fold the rest of the way over. There, good as new. At the very least, they were able to keep the omelet mostly together and not burn the bottom this time… as they had done so with the first omelet, and the latter for the second. Third and fourth times seemed to be the charm – and as such, they bid the last two to be appropriate for their beloved ones. 

They set the burnt omelet to the side and plated the omelet-turn-scrambled on the tray alongside the two approved omelets. They finished the tray off with a bowl of raspberries, three cups of coffee, carefully plated and stacked silverware and napkins (which they went through the extra and unnecessary effort of folding), and buttered toast. If the omelets weren’t a challenge enough, carrying everything upstairs and bringing it to the room was another one in itself. Unable to turn the doorknob, they gave a tentative knock with their elbow.

Kore opened the door, a soft smile on her face as she saw Miyu. She took the cups off of the tray to relieve some of their burden. As Miyu entered the room, she nudged the door closed with her foot.

“Thank you, Rainbow,” she said as she leaned over to kiss their cheek.

“Thanks, lovely,” they said as their face warmed, returning the cheek kiss. Miyu carried the tray over and set it at the end of the bed, where they paused to peck Tofu on the forehead in greeting. “You two sleep okay?” Tofu offered a soft smile. 

“I slept fine,” he said, deciding not to bring up the minor episode that had occurred. Morpho took on most of the aether, so there was no blood this time. He really had to do more to thank that Cursebreaker. 

Kore handed Tofu and Miyu their mugs and then climbed into bed on the other side. She curled up and held the mug to her lips, taking in the warmth. She hadn’t slept well, but didn’t want to talk about it just yet. Caffeine first.

Miyu took a sip of their coffee as they moved over to Kore’s side, stepping over the array of pillows and blankets on the ground — where they had been sleeping. They set down their coffee beside them, picking up a brush instead. Miyu sat behind Kore and gently brushed her hair. No rush for her to say anything yet.

“I see. Well, if there’s anything else I can grab for you, just let me know and…” they trailed off as they turned their head to muffle a yawn against their shoulder.Tofu frowned slightly and sighed.

“You two…don’t have to worry so much, you know. Miyu, sleeping on the floor isn’t good for you, nor is it very restful. Sleep somewhere proper,” he murmured. He reached over and brushed a knuckle against Kore’s cheek. “Don’t worry so much that you don’t get any rest…” He tried to offer another smile, but there was a ghost of sadness in his eyes.

“I’m fine, it’s just a few flesh wounds. I’ll be fine.”

“I know you’ll be fine. My worries are… not your injuries this time. My imagination is not playing nice with my dreams,” Kore murmured before taking a sip of her coffee.

“The bench is too far away…” they grumbled, but changed their train of thought. Miyu’s brow tensed. They were more worried about Kore’s sleep, knowing well enough about stress and trauma-induced dreams. They’ve caught some glimpses of said dreams from their partner, but not enough for a full picture.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Miyu inquired. They set the brush down and started to braid her hair. Tofu affixed his gaze on Kore, a solemn yet thoughtful frown across his face. 

If Daen Lad were back, between them and Ro, they could target the troublesome memories and lock them away, like they did for Hana when they brought her home. His frown deepened. The same treatment could be used to aid Miyu with their phantom shoulder pain. But Daen Lad hadn’t returned yet, and there was no telling when they would. They were gone to get someone for his sake, if only they hadn’t found a solution so soon, they would be here to help his dear ones… But they were gone because of him. His hands tightened in his lap as he dropped his gaze, a light wince crossing his features as he tried to will himself to relax his grip.

“You needn’t worry about me either, Tofu. My mind will recover just as your injuries." Kore reached over and placed her hand over Tofu’s hand. He kept his eyes averted.

“The body will do what it must to survive, the mind…is not so easily mended,” he said, memories bubbling just below the surface. 

Miyu gave a faint hum in agreement, absentmindedly holding a hand to their shoulder.

“And it shouldn’t be something you merely have to endure on your own — it is  a heavy burden, and you surely deserve better…” Miyu’s hand stilled at the end of her braid, their eyes dropping. “You both deserve so much better.”

“We all do,” she said with a sad smile.

“If Daen Lad were here, they could help you both…” Tofu sighed. Miyu reached over and rested a hand on his cheek, thumb brushing fondly over his cheekbone.

“I’m fine, nothing I need any help with,” they assure. Their hand dropped with their gaze. Their thoughts wandered to a prior conversation with Virgil. “If anything, I should have been more help to both of you.”

“You’re not fine. You think I haven’t noticed?” Tofu remarked flatly.

Miyu cleared their throat as they took a sip of their coffee.

“Nevertheless, I hope Daen Lad returns soon. I miss their mischief. I do hope both of your breakfasts aren’t cold by the time they arrive, though,” Miyu playfully hummed with an attempt at a grin as they gently teased the two of them.

“I’ll take the hint,” Kore said with a chuckle, as she reached for the tray to scooch it closer. Tofu sighed and reached over, plucking a raspberry off the plate and popping it into his mouth. If Miyu wasn’t ready to talk yet, he’d just have to wait more. He did hope that Miyu hadn’t forgotten that they could trust him and Kore, that they could talk to them, and it might help. 

Miyu picked up their platter and set it on their lap. They poked at their scrambled up omelet with a fork. They were quiet for a moment as they thought. They couldn’t exactly encourage opening up without doing the same.

“It doesn’t… always hurt. Just when I think about him. And everything that happened that day,” Miyu explained after a period of silence. “I want to be better for both of you. I’ll keep on working on it.”

Miyu cracked a little grin.

“You know, I think we should take our vacation soon. Once everyone’s ready and wounds are mended, hm? Where would you two want to go, if you could go anywhere?” They peered up and glanced between Tofu and Kore. 

“You can’t keep saying stuff like that and then brushing it aside like it’s fine,” Tofu said immediately. “You don’t have to be better, you’re wonderful as you are.” He took a deep breath, attempting to settle his emotions. 

“As far as the phantom pain… Do you know about Hana? How she doesn’t remember her past? Daen Lad and Ro…they can help you forget the things that are causing you pain, even temporarily.”

“I don’t want to speak for Miyu, but I don’t wish to forget. I- I was scared, but… I want to remember you saving me,” Kore interjected. He blinked at her in surprise.

The faintest of smiles brushed their lips, and Miyu nodded in agreement. They gave Kore’s shoulder a soft rub.

“Thank you for the suggestion, darling. I’ll need some time to think. I’m not sure what I want to do,” they said. As Miyu took a long sip of their coffee, they appeared to examine Tofu.

“What about you? What do you want to do now?” they tentatively inquired. Tofu looked away, and something heavy weighed in his chest.

“I…do not know,” he murmured. 

For so long, all he knew was the cycle of violence perpetuated by Tuturoko. But now, after more than two decades, he was free from it. And he didn’t know how to move forward just yet. 

“I will go wherever you both go.”

“Then let's make happy memories to drown out the bad.” Kore leaned over and rested her head on Tofu’s shoulder.

A fond smile rested on Miyu’s features as they watched the two of them. Finally, another war was finished.

“I love you both entirely,” they shared with a sheepish lilt in their voice. Tofu reached over and took one of each of their hands in his, though he still kept his eyes averted.

“I treasure you both, please don’t ever think less of yourselves, either one of you… I wouldn’t be human without you,” he said softly. He scoffed lightly to himself. “Actually, I’m hardly human with you, either. When it comes to you two…” 

He trailed off, not really knowing how to articulate what he meant. The number of times he’d been called a monster… by himself, included. But if that was what it took to protect them, that is what he would become.

His thoughts were interrupted when Kore kissed him. She lingered for more than a heartbeat before pulling back. She pressed her forehead against his, letting out a soft sigh through her nose as she smiled.

“You are also our treasure, Poppy.”

“If we can’t think less of ourselves, the same goes for you, darling!” Miyu said with a stern expression, though a giggle escaped them. 

Treasure. A faint gasp escaped them as they recalled something. Without a word, they hopped off the bed and darted out the room.

“I didn’t mean necessarily in a bad wa- and they’re gone…” Tofu started, sighing heavily. Honestly, the miqo’te had more energy than they knew what to do with, with all of the rushing about they did. 

He smiled faintly, reaching over for another raspberry and leaning his head against the wall behind the bed. His eyelids sank slightly as he stared at the ceiling. Kore wasn’t the only one that tried to appear as though she were sleeping when she was not. Not that he had the same reasoning, but it was a bit difficult to sleep when every movement made something flare up. Another sigh escaped him. Maybe he would ask Blomma to find that salve Odetta gave them…

“Tired?” Kore asked as she brushed some hair from his face. “Perhaps we can try and nap.”

“Mm, I’m fine, you can try to nap though. After you eat something,” he said, the last words coming out a little pointed. Kore gave a slight pout before picking up a fork and having some omelet. After a few bites Kore offered Tofu one, giving him her own pointed look.

“Wh-what? Don’t give me that look…” he grumbled, taking the fork from her regardless and taking the bite. He handed it back to her.

“Two. Raspberries.” 

Tofu had the decency to give a sheepish smile. 

“R-right, nothing gets past you, huh?” he asked, almost nervous sounding. Angry Kore was not on his agenda of ‘things he wanted to deal with’ any time soon. She handed him his own fork.

“Ow! Quit biting!” a muffled voice said in the hall, followed by running and the sound of chocobo feet scuttling. 

Miyu quickly opened the door as they stepped inside and swung it closed, but nevertheless took care not to slam it on the excitable chocobo chick outside. They lingered at the door a moment longer as they caught their breath. Joy flapped his wings quickly from his makeshift nest on the desk, as if to be like ‘look how well behaved I am compared to her!’

“Hello, loves. I see you’ve enjoyed your two bites of breakfast,” Miyu said with a tired chuckle. They made their way back to the bed and sat in the middle, straight across from them. It took all their energy not to just flop forward. Miyu held out their hand to present two rings to them — ones which bore what looked to be a red, heart shaped gem in the middle.

Tofu tilted his head, leaning forward and inspecting the rings. A soft smile crossed his lips in recognition; the sea glass from their time at the beach. 

“Look, you were able to make two gifts out of it,” he said, a gentle tone colouring his voice. 

“For my two gifts,” Miyu mumbled as they took their hands one by one, slipping the rings onto their fingers.

“They’re beautiful Miyu,” Kore said as she put her hand next to Tofu’s to look at them together. Tofu stared at the rings quietly for a moment.

“...one for you, too…” a half murmur came out, as if he had only spoken part of a thought out loud.

“Hm?” Kore tilted her head at Tofu. He started slightly, not realizing he had said anything out loud.

“Oh. Uh. Just… you and I have matching rings, now, so I want to…make one for Miyu, too,” he admitted awkwardly. 

Miyu leaned forward, propping their chin up on their outstretched hands as they gazed up at the two of them.

“Hmm. Really, all I wish for in exchange is… some warmth. And my cheeks are awfully cold right now,” Miyu cheekily remarked with a doe-eyed flutter of their eyes. Tofu smiled softly and leaned forward, brushing his lips against their cheek.

“I’m still making you a matching ring,” he said with a half shrug. Kore giggled and kissed Miyu’s other cheek. 

“I love you, you’re so silly.” Kore smiled.

A sheepish smile grew with the rosy bloom across Miyu’s cheeks.

“I… I love you too. Come on now, you two — less flirting, more eating our breakfasts, hm?” the Miqo’te said with a bashful grin as they reached for a slice of toast. Tofu’s face flushed as he looked away.

“Y-you started it…” he grumbled.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Ro. Ro, come on. You gotta wake up. Adrian's gonna be here in an hour. Come on, Saturnia's not going to take herself to school."

Roman grumbled something against Abe's shoulder that sounded like a protest and Abe had to laugh. After actually getting Abe Jr to bed at a decent time, the evening had taken an amorous turn, ultimately resulting in his husband snoring loudly into Abe's ear in the morning.

"No, Adrian can take her; I'm staying here. We're not moving today, I'm comfy," Roman whined. He nuzzled himself even further into Abe's neck, illiciting more laughter.

"Get up," Abe laughed, pushing his husband towards his side of the bed. "You're going to be late. Adrian can't cook to save his life, if you don't go, he's going to burn down the restaurant."

"That's what we have insurance for," Roman teased. "We'll be fine."

He tried distracting Abe with another kiss, earning himself a few more seconds in their warm and inviting bed, but Abe persisted.

"You're not burning the place down for the insurance money on my watch, Bellamy. You're worse than Theo, and he at least has the excuse of being a teenager. Come on, get up."

"I finished my muffin, Daddy. How are the omelets?"

"Getting there. Thanks for helping chop up the peppers. You did a great job."

Saturnia beamed with pride, happily taking her freshly baked breakfast to the table. She did do a decent job of cutting things up for her age, and Roman just knew that when she was Theo's age, she'd be eagerly helping at the restaurant without having to be begged like her brother.

"Breakfast smells good. My favourite bakers have been busy."

"We're out of pancake mix, so it's omelets this morning," Roman announced, sliding a plate to his husband. He slid a smaller portion towards his daughter, who loved baking, but didn't love eating eggs. "Try this much, Saturnia. It'll taste better because you helped make it yourself."

Saturnia wrinkled her nose at the plate, but began carefully poking the omelet obediently. Out of all of their children, Saturnia was easily the most reasonable. She was always willing to try things and was open to new ideas, unlike most of their children. The day Theo or Luci took their father's advice would be the day Roman died of shock.

"Hey, Bellamys! It smells good in here."

"Grab a plate, Adrian, I'm running late," Roman replied, his mouth full of food. "There's plenty there."

Adrian didn't have to be told twice. He'd already eaten breakfast, but he wasn't about to miss Roman's cooking. One of the greatest benefits of being married to Roman had been having access to his cooking all day, breakfast to dinner. The man had a gift.

"So, uh, hey, while I'm here, what were you thinking for your birthday this year?" Adrian asked. "Thirty is a big number. I mean, Abe and I are already old men, having earlier birthdays and all. Maybe for yours we should host a get together and celebrate all of ours at the same time."

"My mom won't come to a party or host it," Abe immediately replied. "I'm sure I could get the rest of my family to come to a free dinner though. Would, uh, your family attend, Adrian? Hypothetically of course."

"I'm sure Trent and Cindra will want to come," Adrian answered politely. They all knew the question hadn't been directed at his entire family, just the cousin currently wearing a crown. "I'm sure Her Majesty is far too busy to attend a birthday party for someone of my rank."

"I could make something for the party!" Saturnia exclaimed, cutting through the adults' tense conversation. "I can help make the cake too, like we did for Theo's birthday!"

"It sounds like a good plan, if we can pull it off in time," Roman said. "Thirty is a big milestone and a party would be fun. You do only turn thirty once. What do you think, Abe?"

"I'm all for it. Just let me know what needs to be done, and I can make some calls during Abe's nap."

"Then it's settled. Our three in one thirtieth birthday party will be the next big social event in Arkhelios. Don't tell Wanda, or she'll try to step in and plan it for us."

Abe scoffed at the thought.

"You mean, she'll have her assistant plan it and host it at her giant mansion without asking us if that's even what we want," he said.

"That place is huge, she'd get my vote to host," Roman countered. "No need to clean up our place and lock the valuables away from your siblings. We just arrive, party and leave."

"It's a thought," Adrian conceded before Abe could protest Wanda's involvement. "Roman, we need to leave in the next ten minutes. There's a delivery of shellfish arriving this morning. There will be plenty of time to plan our shindig later."

"Have a good day with the baby," Roman said, catching Abe in another kiss before heading to the door. "I'll miss you."

Adrian raised his eyebrow at Abe as he walked by with a knowing smirk.

"Someone's in a good mood today," he snickered. "Come on, Saturnia, let's get ready to teleport while your dads say goodbye. I have a feeling that our presence here isn't going to speed things up."

Abe grabbed his husband again, pulling Roman in for another passionate kiss as Adrian walked down the stairs.

"If you make it back on time, I'll have dinner ready," Abe whispered into Roman's ear. "I can leave the kids with my mom for a few hours once they're fed and we can pick up where we left off this morning."

Despite his best efforts, Roman blushed at the idea, something Adrian would probably tease him about if he saw.

"I'd like that," he replied sincerely. "I don't say this often enough, but you make me happy, Abe. Really happy. Remember when we first found out about Theo and we had all those dreams about our future together?"

"The ones where you were going to make pancakes for me every day while Theo was the perfect, quiet baby?" Abe laughed. "We were so stupid back then, I can't even imagine what my mother really thought about our ideas."

"Nothing good, I know that much. Probably what we would think if Theo was pregnant. But seriously, Abe. My therapist keeps telling me to share my feelings with you, so you feel secure that nothing...adulterous will happen again. You're everything to me. I mean that."

"Ah, well, I'm not perfect either, you have to remember that," Abe replied. "Stop beating yourself up about the past. College was pretty rough for me, and I hurt you too. The important thing is that we found our way back to each other. That and all the mandated therapy Maura ordered after the, uh, fallout. I'm sure she had an agenda with it, but it probably saved our marriage."

"Yeah, uh, about our marriage, I had something that I wanted to ask you about. Maybe we could talk after our alone time tonight?"

"Well, that's ominous. You can't just leave me with that all day. 'I love you Abe' and 'let's talk about our marriage'?

"Well, yeah, when you put it that way. I just...it's embarrassing."

"Too embarrassing to talk to me about? You can tell me anything, Ro."

Roman took a deep breath and just blurted what was on his mind.

"Ithinkweshouldgetremarriedbydemons."

"What?"

"I think we should get remarried by demons," Roman repeated, more confident in his words now that they'd been uttered and Abe didn't suddenly run away like he feared. "I miss feeling connected to you. What we had before was special, and even when we were being forced to get demonically married by the Sovereign, I was kinda excited for it. I know it always freaked you out though, but I've been thinking about it for awhile now and I think it's what I want."

"Demonic marriage?" Abe repeated. "Theo was just a kid when we last discussed it. He's certainly improved with his magic since then, if you still wanted him to perform the ceremony."

Roman's face lit up with excitement when Abe didn't immediately shut him down.

"Really? You think it's a good idea?"

"Honestly, I'm surprised that you never pushed back against the Sovereign when she said it wasn't necessary," Abe replied. "I mean, I was a little relieved that our six year old wouldn't be performing complex blood magic on us, but the idea was nice. To feel what you feel again, knowing how much you loved me, it was a little overwhelming at first, but after everything we've been through, and all the issues that we've dealt with, I think I'd like to experience that level of connection with you. We could even have our own ceremony the way we want it, not like the one that the Twikkii Island royal family dictated."

"I could make a proper cake this time!" Roman said eagerly. "Well, if you have time today, contact your sister and see what we need to get started, and we can talk to Theo when he's home this weekend."

"Roman! Time's wasting! We have to go!"

Roman dragged his husband out to the front porch to meet up with Adrian and Saturnia.

"I'm so happy that you're open to this," Roman exclaimed, kissing Abe once more while Adrian tapped his watch in the yard. "We can start over with a clean slate."

Abe smiled.

"Yeah, I really think that-"

Abe paused, unable to take his eyes off the two men walking past their house.

"Ah, Zane, buddy, you've got to let that sandwich go. You can't eat that much cheese all at once, it's not natural."

Roman momentarily peeled himself away from his husband to stare at the men walking by.

"That man looks so much like Zane Hydes. It's uncanny."

"If he was thirty when he died. He's way too old, Zane was just a teenager. It's weird, though. Really weird. Maybe he's Zane's biological brother or cousin. Wanda always says that their family tree is a mystery that she doesn't want to solve."

"I can't imagine why, with her mother."

"Look, why don't we try that fancy grocery store downtown? They have all kinds of cheese there. Just try to stick to the budget, you know how much funding we get here."

"Like a nice Brie?"

"Ha, keep dreaming. Maybe for Winterfest."

Roman and Abe stared as the two men made their way down the street.

"Do you think we should follow up on this?" Abe asked wearily.

"Nope. Not a chance in hell. If you want to tell Wanda her dead brother's doppelganger is walking around town, that's your own problem."

"Yeah, no. I'm just going to pretend this never happened."

[potential-fate]

“Hey, Ro…” 

Speak of the devil, Roman swore to himself. After meeting Ulyssa in the student center previously, Roman couldn’t shake the suspicion he’d had about her. He’d been carefully listening in on some of their mutual friends’ conversations since then, and it only seemed to confirm his own assumptions. But mentioning that to Zane was another problem entirely. 

“Can I ask you for advice?” Zane shuffled behind him, “It’s… relationship related.”

Of course it was, Roman chewed on his lip, flipping the last two of the omelets he’d made onto a plate.

“I mean, I don’t have any new advice.” Roman paused what he was doing, for emphasis he added, “Besides, did you not notice how single I am?” 

Zane didn’t seem to take the hint in the slightest. Roman swore under his breath and turned around to face his roommate.

[morethansalad]

Vegan Ros Omelette

an [omelet], made Indian style with shallots and chili peppers, ...dunked into a spicy gravy

[tingstrup]

UGE 31: I skoven dybe, stille ro

Kære Skattebasser I denne uge skal du lege med kantareller.Du kan selv gå på tur med en kniv og en lille kurv og finde dem i skovens, dybe, stille ro, eller du kan k��be dem hos din grønthandler.På Bornholm er der mange vejboder, der sælger de gule diamanter. Steg dem i smør, med lidt fed piskefløde over, og måske lidt persille. Server dem på et stykke toast og nyd smagen. En omelet med…

[uroboros-if]

Since you mentioned Stardew Valley in a previous ask, who would the ROs + parents romance in Stardew Valley and what would be their liked and disliked gifts?

Thank you!

Salvatore

Loves: Solar Essence, Diamond, Gold Bar, Melon, Pink Cake, Blueberry Tart

Likes: All Minerals, All Fruits (except Salmonberry)

Hates: Void Essence, Mayonnaise, Wild Horseradish

Luciel

Loves: Life Elixir, Frozen Tear, Void Essence, Amethyst, Aquamarine, Tea Leaves

Hates: All Animal Products (including Rabbit's Foot), Garlic

Ciocana

Loves: Frozen Tear, Chocolate Cake, Fairy Rose, Crocus, Super Cucumber

Likes: All Mushrooms

Hates: All Vegetables, All Eggs, All Milk

Alessi

Loves: Survival Burger, Omelet, Gold Bar, Coffee, Triple Shot Espresso

Likes: All Cooking (except Strange Bun, any with mushrooms)

Hates: All Mushrooms

I miss playing SDV now!! 🥺🥲 Thanks for such a fun ask!! ♥️

[hadeskitchen]

How would the Ro's react to a irrelevant contestant (no offense) ask them if they're dating the MC? and if not them saying the RO and MC would make a good couple?

Imagining this taking place during a kind of early crushing stage...

(for this performance, the role of irrelevant contestant will be played by Jacinta)

Shar Patil

With a devious look in her eye, Jacinta turns and says, "So I heard you were up late with [MC] the other night. Is there something going on there?"

Shar stops dead in their tracks and stares back at Jacinta. After a moment they respond flatly, "No. Why?"

Jacinta shrugs, "I dunno. I just think you'd be good together."

"You think that?"

"Yeah. I mean, the closest I ever see you get to smiling is when MC is around. Being with them makes you happy. Go ahead, try to tell me I'm wrong."

Shar looks away and bites their lip. "It doesn't matter." Their words come out slow and monotone, almost robotic. "You know what we're doing here. MC is my competition and only one of us can come out of this. So even if I did feel something... it wouldn't matter. Now, please, don't ask me about this again."

K Ishida

Between bites of her omelet, Jacinta looks up and asks, "So, K, are you and MC dating?"

K snorts and pomegranate juice almost flies out of their nose. They cough out the word, "What?" before pausing to catch their breath. "Why? Did MC say something about me?"

"No, not that I've heard," Jacinta watches K's chest deflate a bit. "But I think you two would make a good couple. That's why I asked."

"Really?" She nods and they grin. "Cool. Yeah. Cool, cool, cool," with a lazy hand they push their hair back out of their face, "Umm, thanks for saying that."

T Sarpong

"So, T," Jacinta leans in and lowers her voice. "Is there something going on between you and MC?"

T smiles, playing with one of their braids. Ethereal light shimmers in their dark eyes as they reply, "Not yet. Why do you ask?"

Jacinta cocks her head and shrugs. "I just think you two would be cute together."

"Of course you do," T laughs, brushing their hair back over their shoulder. " I'm cute with everyone."

Cecil Gray

Jacinta grins mischievously as she sings, "I'm sorry, but I just have to ask you something." Cecil turns, already eyeing her suspiciously. "So, you and [MC]. Are you two like-"

Before she can even finish her thought, Cecil recoils violently, nostrils flaring, lips twitching with disgust. "Ew, what? Fuck no! What in the world made you think that?"

Jacinta raises her hands in mock surrender, "Just the way you two interact... I dunno. It seems like you've got some underlying thing going on and I think it'd be hot if you went ahead and explored that."

"Let's get one thing very clear. There's nothing "hot" about me and MC. I can't think of any quality of theirs that's even remotely attractive to me. Like just thinking about them in a friendly, or romantic, or sexual context-" Cecil trails off and they blush. They notice Jacinta staring at them, a big smile on her face. Cecil scowls. "Fuck you. No. There will never be anything between me and MC. Wipe that grin off your face."

Adonis

"Adonis? Is it okay if I ask you something?" Jacinta says, sheepishly approaching the prince.

Adonis's laughter eases some of her anxiety. "Of course, Jacinta," he replies in his warm, soothing voice. "Ask me anything."

"I was wondering if you and MC were seeing each other."

A mix of confusion and embarrassment wrinkle his brow. "Do you mean seeing each other as in literally seeing each other or seeing each other as in seeing each other?"

Jacinta has to think about that for a second before she slowly responds, "I think the second one."

Adonis's eyes go wide. "Oh, no. Not in any way. Don't worry."

"Oh, no, I'm not worried about it. I think you two would be really good together."

His lips part and quiver, trembling as they try to gain enough courage to voice the thoughts passing through his mind. His courage falters. "Thank you for the compliment. I'd be lucky if MC thought of me that way, and if our circumstances were different... maybe something like that would be possible." He looks away wistfully, "Maybe."

Hero of Thebes

Out of the blue, Jacinta asks, "Are you dating MC?"

Hero's clipboard clatters to the ground. Their empty hands still hover in the air as they say, "Pardon?"

"Oh, I just thought- like the way you and MC act around each other, it seemed like maybe you were dating." Jacinta pauses for Hero to respond but they remain silent. "But, hey," Jacinta continues, "if I just read the situation wrong and you two aren't dating, I want you to know that I think you would be really cute together."

Hero's vacant expression changes as they jump to a conclusion. They laugh, a little too forcefully for it to come across as natural. "Oh, I get it. Very funny." Jacinta doesn't join in. "W-wait, are you being serious?" They turn bright red and start nervously tapping with one of their hooves. "Oh, no, no, no. I don't think that could ever happen. Not for me."

[nightingaelic]

POODLES IN THE WASTELAND

i jest I jest

But 👀

What about pets? Either ones companions would have or a very uncommon one that someone wouldn’t think was a good pet, BUT IS. Deathclaws you can ride like a pony, mole rats that want belly rubs, cazadore’s as cattier pigeons! What are your thoughts?

Or like, Danse or Piper or Fawkes with something hilarious Idek ignore me

Oooookay, here’s my comprehensive list of companions - ALL companions, across Fallouts 3, 4, New Vegas and 76 - and their (headcanon) choices in wasteland pets. I’ll give a little explanation for each - particularly as many of these companions are transients and don’t have the luxury of owning a home to keep pets at. Also, I feel like most of the companions, while they might not necessarily like pets, would be somewhat fond or at least respectful of the pets of the Lone Wanderer/Courier/Sole Survivor/Vault Dweller, like Dogmeat and Rex. 

Bighorners

Lily Bowen: Everyone’s favorite super mutant grandma is already an experienced shepherdess in Jacobstown, and she’s more than willing to tear some night stalkers apart to keep her herd safe. If that’s not love beyond the norm for wasteland livestock, I don’t know what is. She’s probably given all of her bighorners names after the characters in the television reruns she used to watch on holotape in Vault 17, like Grace and Audrey and Lucille. 

Brahmin

Raul Tejada: Actually spent a decent part of his pre-war life living on a ranch, so he knows that most brahmin don’t deserve being labeled “irritable” just because people don’t know how to read their body language. I think he’d follow wild brahmin herds around a bit on a whim and keep them from coming to any harm, especially the little ones. He gives them names like the cattle he grew up with, Corazon and Gordo and Blanca. 

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Doesn’t truck with the wild herds, but she knows that part of the success of a caravan lies with how well they treat their pack animals. All of her caravan’s brahmin have names - Penny, Magic and Sprinkles - and she’s careful to pair them up with drivers who are patient and work well with their various personalities. 

Cats

Butch DeLoria: While Butch ultimately decided to leave Vault 101 behind, I don’t think he would ever truly lose his fear of radroaches after what they did to his mom. Having a little friend to warm his bunk in Rivet City and pounce on intruders would probably set his mind at ease, maybe a black tomcat with one ear named Pepper. He might even gift his mom a kitten when he next comes to visit. 

Star Paladin Cross: I don’t think Cross much sees the use of an animal that doesn’t contribute to the community it lives in, like most of the Brotherhood of Steel. Cats, however, are excellent at pest control, even if the rats are bigger nowadays. I think she’d give the resident cats at the Citadel some pets in passing, and she’d smile when she has to extract playful kittens from inside her power armor frame. She’s especially fond of the cat colony’s matriarch, a scarred old tabby named Gemma. 

Curie: Upon her transition into a synth body, Curie is overjoyed with most animals and their new willingness to approach her for attention. She especially loves cats because she can pick them up and better feel their fur and purring. Her favorite cat is an orange stray in Diamond City that she calls Claude. 

Piper Wright: A companion for Nat when she’s out adventuring, an unbiased friend to bounce the latest opinion piece off of before going to print, and a lap-warmer for when you’re typing up the latest article about the exploits of the Minutemen - what’s not to like? The Wright family cat is a slippery, elegant calico named Sugar Bomb. 

Preston Garvey: While the Minutemen forts and settlements definitely lean more toward keeping dogs around for security purposes, I think Preston likes his pets quieter and less likely to bowl you over in excitement. The one most likely to sleep with him in his bunk at Sanctuary is a grumpy gray gentleman named Anchovy. 

Deathclaws

Veronica Santangelo: If anyone is crazy enough to swipe a deathclaw egg from a nest and try to hatch, rear and train a personal killing machine named Izzy, it’s Veronica. This will probably just alienate her from her Brotherhood chapter even more, but I’m sure she would take special care to make sure that her usual Mojave Wasteland haunts take a peek through a scope to see if the approaching deathclaw has a human on its back before taking a shot. 

Dogs

Clover: I don’t think Clover gets out beyond Paradise Falls much, so the only animals she’s used to are the dogs the raiders bring around when passing through. She probably has favorites among the usual visitors and enjoys tossing them bits of meat when she’s allowed to get away from Eulogy and Crimson. If liberated, she’d probably get at least three of her own dogs to watch over her while she sleeps: One small dog to carry with her, a Pekingese or Pomeranian descendant named Coco, and two large dogs to follow through on intimidation and protection, a mastiff named Rock and a Doberman descendant named Roll. 

Jericho: Jericho doesn’t deserve a dog but he’d probably have one around anyway to sniff out caps caches and hidden loot after he’s shot everyone in the vicinity. Some slinky beagle mix named Dewey, probably. 

Fawkes: I don’t think Fawkes would be picky at all about what kind of dog he’d have. He strikes me as the type who would adopt any half-friendly mutt he ran across. I do think he would have a bit of a soft spot for friendlier mutant hounds, though, and maybe view their mutated circumstances as similar to his own. He’d also be absolutely amazing at playing fetch. Just imagine how far he could lob a stick or ball. All of his dogs would have literary names too, like Byron and Agatha and Edgar. 

Craig Boone: Though he’s a bit of a prodigy at sniping, Boone knows his limitations when it comes to spotting hidden enemies on the horizon. I can see him having a hound dog at his side to find the more elusive ones and help him get rid of them faster. Maybe a bloodhound mutt named Bravo. 

Cait: Doesn’t like people, but she adores dogs. Having had the life where she’s been abused, exploited and forced into slavery, she’s keenly aware that those like the ones who took advantage of her treat dogs much the same. She’s very protective of any dog she encounters and is very likely to punch you in the face if you so much as look at one wrong. She’d probably name any pup she adopted Lucky. 

Hancock: Honestly, he’s just a fan of any animal that is happy to hang out with you whether you’re drunk, high, fighting raiders or patrolling downtown Boston. The Goodneighbor strays know him as the guy who always has mirelurk jerky in his pockets. His favorite is a rough-and-tumble, black-and-white spotted cattle dog descendant that he cheekily calls King George. 

Robert MacCready: He’s not quick to trust dogs, but once he’s sure they’re not a threat, they’re one of the few critters around which he’ll relax completely. He’s still a little wary of them around Duncan, but any dog that’s a part of his family is more or less his son’s permanent babysitter. 

Nick Valentine: Dogmeat is also basically his dog. The two have a history of working cases together, with Dogmeat just turning up whenever a trail goes cold and leading Nick to the evidence he needs to reopen his investigation. Nick doesn’t know how or why Dogmeat does it, but he’s not about to ruin a good thing. 

Strong: I don’t think he would turn down a ferocious mutant hound as a friend. He’d probably feed it mole rats and call it something like Killer. 

Foxes

Beckett: This former raider has a love-hate relationship with a fox that keeps going through his trash. He affectionately calls him Lil’ Bastard. 

Sofia Daguerre: Having crashed back to an earth she doesn’t recognize, I think Sofia would be tickled that the foxes of Appalachia have basically stayed the same despite the bombs. I can see her leaving dinner scraps out on her porch for one that she sometimes spots in the foliage, and slowly coaxing the critter to come into the light. She names her Scarlett once she finally convinces her to eat out of her hand. 

Mega sloths

Settler forager: I would not be at all surprised if this man ran into a mega sloth in the Mire and decided to try befriending it. The creature, probably surprised at this old guy’s nerve, decided to accept the handful of leaves he offered and grew slowly more fond of the guy’s persistence. It doesn’t know its name is Fergus but it does know that if a human is wearing overalls, it’s probably not a threat. 

Mole rats

Deacon: Alright, hear me out. Deacon has a fondness for underdogs, and mole rats are about as underdog as they come. I think Deacon thinks these little guys are cute despite their wrinkles and buck teeth, and I think he sees the value in having a tunneling pet that likes to collect shiny things. One of his deep cover hideouts is in an old tunnel system in the northern Commonwealth, where he hangs out with a young mole rat named Henry. 

Owls

Raider punk: This radio operator got wind of an abandoned nest of owlets in Appalachia early on in his career and, being the nearest to the report, decided to rescue the little guys. Now he has three owls that occasionally drop in at his camp to hoot and accept handouts: Nona, Decima and Morta. While he’s still fond of them, he’s usually disappointed that they aren’t the Mothman coming to visit. 

Rad chickens

Yasmin Chowdhury: Ever the opportunistic cook, she picked up the practice of raising chickens from the settlers at Foundation and has four hens of her own: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. The “ladies,” as she refers to them, give her a constant stream of eggs for omelets. 

Ravens

Settler wanderer: This gal has an affinity with birds, who are always on the move like her. She admires their ability to be untethered and let the wind take them far and wide. Nevertheless, she likes to scatter corn when they come close to her on the road, and formed a sort of friendship with a particularly handsome specimen that she calls Tornado. 

Wolves

Old Longfellow: This guy is the epitome of the meme about dads not wanting pets and then instantly falling in love with whatever animal enters their life. He probably found an injured wolf pup in his travels around the island and took pity on it, nursing it back to health in his cabin. It’s still got a bit of a twisted paw, but follows him around and listens like any other dog and answers to the name Lamoine. 

Yao guai

Porter Gage: I bet this guy adopted an orphaned bear cub and raised it by hand. Now it’s so big that even if Gage thinks he’s an easy target for other raiders due to his age, he’s much less likely to get singled out than he thinks because he has a yao guai following him around like a puppy. The bear’s name is Fuzzy Wuzzy. It has no hair. 

No pets, thanks

Charon: Too likely to accidentally wind up in the line of fire. 

Sergeant RL-3: Too easily corrupted by Communist influences. 

Arcade Gannon: Too much time spent getting in your way. 

Codsworth: Too likely to make messes. 

Paladin Danse: Too many wasted resources. 

X6-88: Too much of a liability. 

Ada: Too easy to lose when on the move. 

Solomon Hardy: Too unsanitary. 

[useyourimagination2020]

Omurice (Omelet rice) , at restaurant Matsumoto-ro, Hibiya, Tokyo (Mar 2019)

日比谷 松本楼の二色オムライス （2019年3月）

外食って、その空間で楽しく食事できなかったら意味ないんだよ。

...と、2020年6月11日にツイートしたのだが自分は今もこのポリシーに忠実に従っているので、外食可能な店がこの当時よりさらに減っているのである。不快な思いをする店に金落とせないから��。

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[sidespromptblog]

Confrontation

Story: One and Two

One-shots: The Reveal and Comfort

Summary: Virgil finds out just what happened to Logan.

Warnings: Questionable Patton and Virgil, Yelling, Virgil almost calls Remus a mean name, and Remus and Logan share a dirty joke. 

Word Count: 3800

AO3 LINK

“What do you mean his room is gone?!” 

Out of all the ways that Virgil could have woken up today, this was one of the worst ways in his opinion. 

Groggily raising his head Virgil’s head tumbled around the words he had overheard, still not fully grasping it as he blearily blinked at his door unaware of whether what he had heard was merely a dream or whether it was actual reality. For a second, he contemplated putting his head back down on his pillow and slipping right back into his dreams where he never had to hear Roman’s shrill voice screeching those words ever again. And laying his body back down into his cozy warm nest, Virgil snuggled into his pillow squeezing it close to his chest as a satisfied sigh left his lips.  

However, once the words finally registered in his brain with context included the anxious side’s eyes snapped open, and before he even realized what he was doing he had sunk down out of his bed rising up right next to Patton. 

“Who’s door!” He raspily snarled, his hair in complete and utter chaos as it stood up in every which direction all at once. “What’s going on?” He asked again, as his eyes bounced over from Patton to Roman not understanding the tears welling up in Patton’s eyes nor the distraught expression in Roman’s as the creative side’s lips pressed together in a thin line that looked as if he was stopping himself from speaking. “What?!” He demanded once again. “What?!” 

Next to him, Patton sniffled his shoulders shaking and trembling with every inhale, and usually, Virgil would have been all for comforting the fatherly side until he could properly talk. But now, with everything… With no side explaining anything to him, being woken up out of a dead sleep, and every side looking as if someone had just died he really had no patience for…

Oh.

Oh. 

An iron hand-squeezed Virgil’s throat. 

“Where’s Logan?” 

Never before had he heard his own voice sound so hushed and just… so small before. He was used to being loud, being aggressive, and to getting other people’s attention on things. But right here and now, all he could feel was the mounting fear as neither Roman or Patton met his eyes both of them ducking their heads down so that there was no way that he could mistake their sadness and misery. And just like that, with that one little motion, Virgil felt as if the entire axis of his world had abruptly shifted as if someone had just kicked him in the shins. Carefully Patton placed a hand on his shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, and never before had the anxious side wanted to shake it off more than he did right now. He didn’t want comfort.

He wanted to know where Logan was. Right now. 

“Virge… kiddo…” Patton began, and Virgil’s shoulder itched where the moral side’s hand was. “We… don’t know where he is. He didn’t come down to help for breakfast, and this morning… when Ro went to check on him… He..” The moral side swallowed, hastily taking his hand back so that he could hug it close to his chest as he just as quickly tried to blink back his tears.

A heavy sigh came from Roman, “His room is gone Virgil, just blank wallpaper where it was before. No note, no messages, no signs of a scuffle, not even an empty jat of crofters to lead a jelly trail.” Unlike Patton, Roman tried to hide every hint that he was worried, every little emotion was gone right off of his face. The only thing that Virgil even had to go off of was the sheer dread that was building up in Roman’s eyes. It didn’t make him feel any better that was for damn certain, “We’ve looked just about everywhere we could think of, but outside of the subconscious-”

No.

No.

Virgil hastily shook his head making his hair flop around against his face, horror pouring from his throat and into his heart making it seize with each beat and thump. There was no way that.. that it could have happened to Logan, he was far too important to go out like that. To just.. to just fade away as if he had never been here in the first place with only memories to remind them that he was even here to begin with. That couldn’t have happened to him, he was far too important to Thomas as Logic. 

He was too important to them. 

“We can’t rule that out Virgil,” Roman gently told him, a look of the most undeniable regret lingering in his eyes, as his bottom lip just barely started to tremble. Even he could tell that Roman was most likely thinking back to all of the barbs and yelling matches that he’d had with Logan, because Virgil was doing the same exact thing. “If he’s g-”

“He’s not!” Virgil couldn’t even find it in himself to be sorry for the distortion of his voice as he stood there in the place where Logan’s door should have been. He didn’t want to cry… he wasn’t going to cry. He absolutely was not going to. “He’s… not…” 

He couldn’t be. 

There was a long stretch of silence, the kind of silence that felt all too suffocating and yet like you could drown in it all at the same time. It was the kind of silence that Virgil hated, it was the kind of silence that had been nothing but his life ever since he had openly admitted to Thomas about his past with Deceit and Remus. It was the kind of silence that was begging for someone to break it, so that it could never occur again.  

“What about…” Patton softly began, raising his fingers to his lips as they nervously thumped against his cheeks, “What about the… The Others?” He whispered finally dragging his gaze away from the empty space on the wall where Logan’s door should have been, before slowly shifting it over to Virgil the meaning very clear in his words. In fact, there really wasn’t a way to miss it. “They might know something, or…” His eyebrows shifted upwards, so that the other two would get what he was implying. “Or…” 

A dark emotion seized Virgil’s heart, a wickedly violent feeling that made him want to grow claws and rip apart the wallpaper in front of him. 

“They took him…” Came the seething dark growl from the ex-dark side, in that moment he sounded just as feral as he felt, as he clenched his fists. The pain of his nail pricking his skin barely distracted him. “If they did take him…” The anxious side swallowed down every threat that he wanted to make, as he straightened his back forcing his expression into something purely neutral for the sake of the other two. “Then it will be far too dangerous for you two to go as well… I’ll pop in and see if they have him.” 

If they did…

Well, he didn’t even want to think about what he would do to them then if they had taken Logan against his will. All he knew, was that it would undoubtedly involve a lot of screaming, and bruised knuckles. It would involve something that he never ever wanted Patton or Roman to see from him, let alone Logan if it all came down to it. 

However, if they’d hurt Logan...  

Red curled in the corner of his vision.

He didn’t know when, but Roman had come to stand in front of him with the creative side’s hands resting lightly on his shoulders with a troubled expression occupying his face. “Virge,” He slowly began, as his fingers dug into the material of Virgil’s sweater as if that would keep him here for longer. “Be careful.” He seriously uttered almost as if unaware of how his hands would have been trembling had they not been on Virgil’s shoulders, more serious than the anxious side had ever seen him. “I mean it.”

The anxious side in question didn’t give him a verbal answer, instead, he merely nodded his head as he closed his eyes sinking down to go to a place he never thought that he would return. 

The first sound that registered to Virgil’s ears was… laughter. 

Laughter and music, two very iconic noises that almost never went hand in hand in the dark mindspace, and yet there it was as true to Virgil’s ears as any other noise could be…

Laughter and music.  

Cracking open his eyes, Virgil felt a tidal wave of emotions slam into his chest as he took in the sight before him while the others still hadn’t had a chance to see him just yet. 

Remus’ arms had looped around Logan’s middle eagerly trying to pull him away from the cooking omelet as the logical side sprinkled it with a light pound of cheese. Deceit sat on the counter, watching it all with a bemused expression of delight as the radio sitting on the counter next to him played yet another folk song that Remus was trying to get Logan to join him in. 

“Lo-Looo, dance with meee!” Remus purred, burying his face into Logan’s neck as he tried yet another to tug the other away from the stove, his hands had curled snuggly around Logan’s soft middle tugging with every beat of the song. “Please? Dance with me my Dame? My sweet delectable Dame? My cherry-flavored, apple spiced, and decadent Dame.”

Almost immediately Logan let out a snort, as he leaned his head back spatula still in hand. “Are you describing me or a dessert Remus? Because if so, I’m afraid there are only one of those things that you can eat.” 

“Oh really,” Remus wiggled his eyebrows, as Deceit muffled snicker behind his ungloved hands the tips of his ears flushing with a light red that was easily matched by the red dusting over Logan’s cheeks. Both of them clearly thinking the same thing, as understanding and something akin to playful horror dawned on Logan’s face. “I’d disagree with that notion Lo-Lo, I’ll e-”

However, before Remus could continue in his quest to bury his teeth into Logan’s neck and make the other squeal as he had done last night, let alone get him to dance with him and forget all about their cooking breakfast…

“What the FUCK?!” 

Despite the music trilling happily from the radio on the counter the silence between all of them was thick as Virgil openly stared at the two dark sides that had held Logan in their grasp, he honestly couldn’t help but to stare considering that in all of the time that he had known them… Deceit and Remus had never quite done anything like this before. They weren’t the type to make breakfast in the morning, let alone listen to old folk music as they did it subtly swaying to the sound of the music as they did. 

What was worse though… was the smile.

The smile that Logan had all too easily given to Remus and Virgil, and the smile that had shriveled up and died the moment that Logan’s eyes had locked onto the anxious side.

Their silence lasted but only a moment. 

“What,” Virgil hissed as he stalked forward, just to stop as Remus bared his teeth at him in an anxious and near-feral snarl curling his arm protectively over Logan’s chest as he defiantly stood in front of him. Preventing Virgil so much as touching him. “Are you doing here Logan?! Do you know how worried we were that we couldn’t find you or your room?!” Bef0re Logan could so much as answer Virgil did it for him, “We were terrified, Logan!” He snapped, only to remind himself to swallow and stop.

With each passing word, he could feel his nails digging more and more into the palm of his hands as the weight on his chest increased with each passing second the longer that Deceit and Remus looked at him like.. Like…

Like he was a threat.

Like he was a threat not to them… but to Logan. 

Deceit’s multiple arms had curled around Logan, and although the dishonest side knew it… his knuckles were stark white as he clutched Logan’s shirt. He could feel the frantic and wild thumping of Logan’s heart, hell he was pretty sure that just about anyone could hear it with how impossibly loud it was thumping in the logical side’s chest. Not that he could really blame him though, Deceit’s own heart felt as if it were about to leap out of his chest at any given moment if he didn’t keep his hands firmly on Logan’s person. As if he’d cease to be if he let the other side go, or worse… just crumble to the floor with nothing to keep him standing. His eyes frantically darted between Virgil and Logan, trying to gauge just where this conversation would go in the long run. 

A part of him, that twistedly, ugly, and disgusting part of himself that told him to duck out with Logan so that Virgil couldn’t get their dear logical side said that this was it. That this was the moment that Logan would go back, after having both his and Remus’ hands firmly in the seat of his hands just so that he could crush them in this one moment.

Would they even be able to survive that moment? 

They had endured it once before coming from Virgil, and somehow they had managed to pick themselves back up from it. Granted they were more bitter and scarred from it, but they had done it. So… what would it be like if it came from Logan? How would they survive it this time? Would they even want to? 

“I’ll thank you to not talk to me like that Virgil,” Logan’s cold voice cut through the static of Deceit’s mind like a frigid knife. 

Smoothly moving the two dark sides behind him Logan straightened his back as he gazed coldly down at Virgil, his lips set into a thin line. That alone should have been the first indicator to Virgil that the anxious side wasn’t about to get his way, at least not in the way that he was used to getting with Patton and Roman. Patton wasn’t there to tell him to behave, and he wasn’t there to get onto Logan for so much as disagreeing with Virgil. He didn’t have to agree with Virgil, and if the anxious side wasn’t nice… then he didn’t have to be either. 

Folding his hands behind his back Logan smiled, it wasn’t a pleasant smile. 

“You are my friend Virgil,” Logan smoothly began, rigidly remaining in front of Deceit and Remus as if he was the one protecting them and not the other way around. “And I do like you, but I will not be disrespected and talked down to as if I don’t know what I’m doing in my own home. And I-”

Virgil started as if Logan had just swatted him across the face with his own tie, “Home?!” The anxious side sputtered, his eyes darting all over the place. From Logan, to Deceit, to Remus, and finally back to Logan again. “Logan, this isn’t your home.” He growled his fists once again clenching so hard that he could feel them in his palms. “You are a LIGHT side, they are not, you don’t belong with them. They.. they’ve hurt and confused you or something,” He gestured to the bruises standing out against Logan’s pale skin, ignoring the noise that came from Remus as the other surged forward only to be held back by an equally angry Deceit that looked like he wanted to smack those words right out of Virgil’s mouth. “Trust me, Logan, please. There’s no way that you could ever belong with a liar and a fre-”

Virgil’s words stuttered off to a dead silence, at the stormy expression that unfolded onto Logan’s face. 

Sure he had seen the other annoyed before when he shouted his falsehoods and accidentally made a pun, he’d even seen the expression of brief rage that had flooded the logical side before he’d thrown the paper ball at Roman. All of it… all of it paled in comparison to what he saw on Logan’s face right here and now, and if he hadn’t been terrified of the other side before with how he had been looming over him with his distrustful gaze… then he most certainly was right now.    

“You,” Logan snarled, fury blazing in his blue eyes as his entire body seemed to quake with his barely restrained seething fury as his teeth dug into his bottom lip so hard that Virgil was sure that he saw blood. “You. Leave. Now.”  He hurled each word out, as if saying anything else would truly make him go off the deep end, and something much much… worse would happen. 

Even if Logan couldn’t understand the emotions playing out in his chest, like a white-hot ball of fire writhing around in his chest, Virgil could. The protective rage that had washed over Logan was something that he had felt himself when nobody took Patton’s comments seriously when he was trying to help.  

He had just fucked up, big time. By making the most colossal misconception that anyone could have ever made to someone in a relationship, and not only had he assumed that… but he had insulted them as well. 

“I’m sorry.” 

The quick rush of words tasted sour on his tongue, no matter how much he did or didn’t mean them.

Logan’s thunderous expression didn’t dull in the slightest at Virgil’s hasty apology. “I don’t believe you,” He growled, a sneer unlike any other curling his upper lip. “Leave. Now. You will see me again whenever Thomas calls for me, never a moment outside of that, right now… our relationship is strictly professional.” Logan took a step forward, that white-hot ball of anger in his chest almost delighting in the way that Virgil stumbled backwards. “You may not inquire about my relationship.” Another step. “You may not come here uninvited again.” Another step. “You may not make assumptions about my very consensual relationship unless I or they specifically come to you.” One last step. “And finally…” Logan bared his teeth in that smile once again. “You can rightly fuck off Anxiety, good day.” 

Before Virgil could so much as utter another word or even an apology, given how the last one had gone over, the open door that led back up to Patton and Roman that Logan had been backing him towards slammed directly in his face. Sealing him off from Logan for good this time, and cutting off any words that he could say with one quick and concise action. 

For a moment, the only thing he could do was stand there frozen in abject shock, horror, and a little something that felt like admiration. As all of those emotions battled in his chest, leaving him not only with no real way to understand just what he was feeling towards the whole situation but with the only option to walk and just keep walking until he got to the others. It wasn’t necessarily a walk back, and he easily could have just sunk down and risen up in the kitchen with Patton. However… with each step upwards he couldn’t help but to think, to just think about what had just happened. 

Or rather about just how confused he was about the whole situation.    

Was this how Logan felt all of the time? Confused about the emotions that had plagued him when he had been with them. Were things easier to understand with Deceit and Remus? Were they more understanding about the things that Logan didn’t get, but had come so easy to the others? 

He couldn’t help but to think back at how almost instantly upon seeing him in his old home, both Remus and Deceit had jumped in front of Logan. How Remus had moved in front of the logical side, like a guard dog ready to rip out the anxious side’s throat if it came down to it. And also with Deceit having no hesitation and no dishonesty whatsoever in the way that he had curled so tightly around Logan. In the kind of way that only meant that he must have been preparing to get Logan out of there and into his room the very second that something had gone shit to the hand, walls, and fan all at once. 

Which it had, spectacularly so. 

Not that it was their fault or anything. 

Virgil groaned as he slumped against the stair railing, “Fuuuck,” He rumbled deep and low as he barely resisted the urge to knock his head back into the wall. ”Fuck.”  

Of all the times that he had decided to go straight ahead with the social interaction, not only had he hurt a friend so badly that he had revoked their friendship card, but… he had spectacularly fucked up in the kind of way that he couldn’t rightly fix without putting in a lot of elbow grease and hard work. Except for this time… he couldn’t just barge into Logan’s room to try and talk to him, the logical side had set clear rules for him. Rules that he’d have to follow if he ever wanted to be anything more than just an associate to Logan. 

Logan had come for him when he had ducked out, and he had been the first person to truly see him as something useful to Thomas, not just a disorder to get rid of at the closest convenience. Logan had been his friend, and not just his friend but a fully functioning side that was capable of making his own choices. 

Virgil tiredly eyed the stairs, with an almost exhausted determination coming over him, “Fine,” He muttered as he slogged up the steps, leaving behind the music he could hear from the dark mindspace a little more each time. “I’ll do this your way L, cognitive distortions right? Let’s do this then.” 

With that being said, Virgil threw open the door to the light space mentally preparing to try and find some way to tell Roman and Patton that Logan wouldn’t be joining them for breakfast.

Or really any meal ever again. 

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last name (1)

Summary: When Alice and Bella dragged Rose to Vegas to celebrate graduation, Rose never imagined anything actually happening like in the movies. Then she wakes up the morning before they leave, married to the very good looking man from the bar. 

Rose bit her lip, cringing when the plane's wheels touched down on the tarmac and sent up a thank-you to whatever God was listening. Flying was the worst way to travel in her book and she hoped she could talk Alice and Bella into letting her drive back to Seattle. She knew it wasn't likely, but a girl could dream. 

Alice turned around in her seat to grin at Rose, earning a grimace from her best friend. Bella, sitting next to Rose, rolled her eyes and elbowed the blonde playfully. "It wasn't that bad, Ro," she said with a smile. 

Rose glowered and held out her hand to show Bella the half-moon marks her nails left in her palms. "Over-dramatic," Bella said helpfully, making Rose snort. She was right, of course, but Rose wouldn't admit it. 

"Maybe," she allowed, standing up when prompted and stretching her arms above her head. "I'm just glad Bella's bad luck didn't strike the plane down." Bella glared at her, and at Alice when she laughed, muttering "har har" under her breath.

They made their way off the plane and to the luggage claim, Alice chattering a mile a minute about their plans. "Check-in at the hotel is at 11:30 and we have reservations for dinner at 6," she paused for breath, cheeks pink with excitement. "Tomorrow we have a date with the strip and sight-seeing. Dinner at 6 again." 

Rose gave a non-committal hum, grabbing her bag when she saw it. Alice and Bella grabbed theirs and Alice grabbed onto both of them, towing them along towards the automatic doors of the exit. 

The awfully hot air of the dessert hit her in the face like a brick and Rose immediately started to sweat. "Why did we have to come here again?" She demanded as they waited for the large family ahead of them to get into the minivan taxi waiting at the curb. 

Alice gave her a glare that would have sent a weaker person running but Rose was used to her and just glared back. "You are going to have fun Rosalie Hale, or so help me," she warned, a small finger poking into Rose's chest. "We are finally finished with school and we are going to celebrate!" 

Rose fought back a small smile, and nodded for Alice's benefit. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, brushing Alice away with a flick of her wrist. 

Bella watched them with a small smile, amused by their antics and knowing nothing Rose said or did would change the plans. Alice was a force to be reckoned with and Bella, and Rose, knew to just lay back and let Hurricane Alice go down it's path. Though that never stopped Rose from teasing her best friend when she got a tad bit out of control and or enthusiastic. 

The hotel was a block away from the strip and two nightclubs, huge and intimidating with the bright lights and people streaming in and out. Rose welcomed the AC with a sigh of relief, letting the cold air raise goosebumps on her arms and shoulders. She fluffed out her hair, wincing at the sweat wetting it and the back of her neck. "Couldn't have picked out a cooler climate, Al?" She asked, already knowing the answer. "Like maybe the Antarctic?" 

Alice ignored her, stomping towards the front desk, mumbling under her breath about ungrateful friends and how they are traitors that don't know how to have a good time. 

The lobby was huge, with shops and restaurants and big flat screen TVs with couches and armchairs everywhere. Rose thought it was too much, but what did she know of interior design? 

Bella was watching her, a crease over her brown eyes and a frown on her lips. It was a look she got every time Rose and Alice butted heads. Or when her boyfriend, Edward, was being melodramatic and over the top. Which was all the time. 

"Just try to have fun," Bella told her, tugging on a lock of Rose's hair with a smile. "Alice really wants to do this and it won't hurt to have a small vacation, just us girls." Rose sighed, knowing Bella was right, and nodded. "I'll try," she promised, letting Bella tug her towards the front desk where Alice was. 

It's not that she didn't want to have a girls-vacation, Rose was just really excited, and anxious, to start her new job. She fought so hard for this, to show the men that she deserved a spot in the "boys club" of mechanics. She wanted to show them that she could be just as good, better even, than all of them combined. 

The room, a suite really, was quite nice. Bigger than her whole apartment, and better furnished. She dropped onto the large bed with a sigh and spread out her arms and legs so she took up the whole mattress. It felt heavenly against her body and the sheets smelled like lavender. She could hear Bella and Alice walking around, oohing and aww-ing at everything. 

She sat up after a moment, blinking to wake herself back up. They could see the strip from the balcony, the light and signs dazzling and hard to miss. She missed Seattle, with it's muted colors and smaller buildings. She missed her small apartment and the diner two blocks away with the amazing coffee and omelets. 

"Get a grip, Rose," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. No need to feel home-sick, she'd be back home in four-days, all snuggled up in her own bed. She watched Bella look at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, pursing her lips and shaking out her hair. Alice was somewhere in the living room, stuffing luggage under the coffee table. 

"We can stay in the hotel for now, then leave at 5:20 to get to the restaurant." Alice was saying, now in the bathroom and putting all their toiletries in a neat little line for later use. "I wanna see the little boutique they have in the lobby," Bella interjected, sitting on the bed next to Rose. "It was cute," Rose agreed, shrugging. She wouldn't buy anything though, knowing stores in hotels always over charged everything and Rose did not want this trip to put a considerable gap in her bank account. 

Her father made good money as a banker, but they were a middle-class family, not rich by any means but far from poor. Her mom came from nothing though and instilled it in her daughter to always make sure she had enough money to live off of in her accounts, no matter what happened. She raised Rose to appreciate every check and every coin. Rose lived by that rule and tried to never spend money on anything that she didn't truly need. Alice, who came from old money and never had to worry, always laughed when she heard that, but Bella, who was raised on a one-parent income, understood better than any of their other friends. 

"Boutique it is," Alice said, standing in front of them like a little tyrant, hands on her hips and a determined tilt to her head. 

On the third day Rose openly admitted that the trip had been a good idea and that Alice was right. Alice had made Rose repeat it all with her phone trained on her face as she was recorded. "For the next time we argue and you say I'm never right," is what Alice had said to justify it. Rose, tipsy and easily agreeable, had laughed and hugged Alice, thanking her for forcing her to Vegas. 

They were at a nightclub a few blocks from the hotel, hips swaying to the music and alcohol running through their veins. Rose felt warm, like someone had lit a match and set her blood on fire. It was a good warmth, one that started in her chest and went through her arms to her fingertips, down her chest and into her legs. Her head felt fuzzy and everything was bright and loud, calling to her like a siren song to keep on dancing and drinking. 

She could feel someone watching her, the hair on the back of her neck standing up and the skin erupting in goosebumps. Her adrenaline spiked, unbidden memories bubbling up to the surface and she turned slowly, nails digging into her skin hard enough to hurt.

There were so many people in the club that it took her a minute to see who her watcher was. She finally found him, standing at the bar, tall and built like a line-backer, all hard muscle with a handsome face. The fact that he was so handsome did not quell her fear, it made it worse because pretty boys knew they could get away with more. It made them cruel. 

The guy flushed, fair cheeks turning pink, when his eyes met hers and he realized he'd been caught staring. Rose watches him look away, biting his lower lip. His dark curls are sweaty, flopping down onto his forehead and sticking to the back of his neck. It makes her feel safer when he doesn't try to come over to her or stare at her again. She tells herself that he had just been spaced-out, merely looking in her direction, not at her. Lord knows she's done that plenty of times. 

She tells herself later that it was the alcohol, not him being not creepy, that moves her feet over to him. Through the throng of people, away from the safety of her friends who don't notice her leave, and towards the giant of a man. 

The smell of alcohol is stronger there, sharp and bitter and mixing with the salty tang of sweat, and her nose wrinkles against it. The guy turns his head to look at her when he notices a new person. His eyes are brown, reminding her of the forest surrounding Washington, and he has a very nice smile. Her heart flutters in response and she gives him a small smile back. 

"I'm Emmett and I am sorry for being a creep and staring at you. My Ma taught me better," he says, voice smooth like honey and deep. He has a Southern twang that makes his words rise and fall in weird places, but Rose likes it. "If you wanna hit me, that's perfectly fine ma'am, I can take it," he adds before Rose can say anything. He stands up straight, arms at his side like a soldier. He's so tall he's half a head over her five-foot-eight and she feels small near him, which she likes more than she thought she would. 

Rose let out a snort and he looked down at her so quickly he must have gotten whiplash. "I'm Rose and I won't hit you, my mom taught me better than that," she says, voice equals parts playful and haughty. 

He gives her a slow grin and her stomach flips itself at the same time her heart skyrockets. So pretty her mind whispered, noting how the smile makes his eyes crinkle and how the left side of his mouth rises higher than the right. 

"Well Rose," he says, and she tries to ignores the way his mouth wraps around her name, how pretty it sounds in that Southern twang. "Looks like I'll have to make it up to you in some other way." 

The way he says it is dangerous, like some dark promise he's bound to keep. But Rose isn't afraid. Not of Emmett, who thinks highly of his mom, who smiles with his whole being and blushes when he looks her right in the eye. 

So Rose smiles, and stands up to her full height so she can better look him in the eye. "Looks like it," she murmurs, and commits the happy gleam in his eyes to memory. 

[pixelatedrose]

Soulbound Part Seven

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Word Count: 2,788

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality, background Remile

Warnings: Uncensored swearing, nightmares, mention of implied self harm (skip from “It had been another nightmare” to the end of the paragraph.), slight self deprecation, if I missed anything at all please please tell me, and if there’s anything you’d like me to tag, don’t hesitate to ask!

Summary:

Roman Prince and Logan Rose are soulmates. They’re platonic soulmates though. They both have the same Soul mark to prove it. But they both have one other soul mark, binding them to one other person. And when they find Patton Miles, it just so happens that they’re both his soulmate. Logan being his Soulbound Soulmate, and Roman being a platonic soulmate. But something feels missing. And it feels filled, shockingly so, when they meet a certain someone a year and a half after they found each other.

Chapter 7

  Logan Rose woke up with a bit of a start. He glanced around his room wildly, everything appearing fuzzy without his glasses. He calmed himself down before pulling the cord on his bedside lamp and examining his arm.

  It was bare and pale as always, save for his tattoo that depicted Patton's name.

  Despite everything, Logan let out a shaky breath. He knew it was illogical. And that only bothered him more.

  It's just a dream, Logan. Nothing is wrong. Logan picked up a book on the ground in spite of himself and began reading. However he found- as he always did- that he was unable to read much further than a few pages.

  "It's just a dream...It was nothing but amalgamated memories and images…It wasn't...It can't have been…" Logan took another deep breath to steady himself.

  And once again resorted to the only method that ever seemed to work.

  He flipped open a small journal and began writing down his dream with as much detail as possible.

  It had been another nightmare. He had been sobbing on the floor of a foreign room before dragging himself over to an all too familiar box under the bed where he fished out a pencil sharpener blade and had-

  Logan paused for a moment in his writing. He always hated writing about his nightmares. It was necessary for him to fall back asleep, but it was so hard sometimes.

  Every once in a while Logan Rose had acutely vivid dreams about ordinarily mundane things that didn't seem to make sense. 

  Seeing people he'd never seen before at a birthday party he'd never attended. 

  A dark room that slowly got edgier as time wore on filled with a multitude of different events. Most of them less than savory and quite traumatic. 

  A kid, taller than Logan, pushing him to the ground and pulling him back up by his hair only to have someone else spit in his face.

  These dreams made no sense to Logan. Dreams were supposed to be concoctions of memories, images, ideas, and emotions. Logan's brain should not be able to create such a vivid image of a house he'd never seen before. And yet Logan would have remembered if he'd ever seen the odd house with the strange yellow door that his mind so often brought up.

  Logan finished writing down his nightmare in his dream journal and set it down once again, rubbing his tired eyes. He glanced over at one of his many bookcases, sighing at the vast amount of dream journals he had filled up over the years.

  He had started cataloging his dreams back in fourth grade when his mother had suggested that writing about his dreams would help him remember them and even sleep better. So now Logan had nearly 6 years worth of journals filled to the brim with dream after dream after dream. Even if he could never remember what he had dreamed that night, he always wrote down that he was unable to recall any details.

  Logan lay himself back down to sleep as he quietly pondered his vivid dreams and what they could possibly mean, if anything at all.

  That's absolutely ludicrous. Dreams don't mean anything. They're just dreams. As he drifted off once again, Logan found himself with a ghost of doubt cast across his mind.

  Just dreams…

  Logan Rose fell asleep, his mind conjuring up recipes that called for memories, images, sounds, ideas, and emotions.

~~•~~

  Roman woke up to his alarm which he lazily slapped, sending it snoozing. Five minutes later it started yelling again, and this time Roman reluctantly rolled himself out of bed. Quite literally in fact. He had found it always helped him wake up.

  He hit the floor dramatically and lay down on the floor for a few minutes staring at his ceiling.

  Roman suddenly was struck by a brilliant idea and he sat up straight and got ready for the day as quick as possible.

  "Heya Ro-Bro! Sleep like a corpse?" Remus asked as Roman came down the stairs.

  "Why would you phrase it like that? Like actually why??"

  "Because it's interesting and you're boring so i have to be interesting for the both of us!!"

  Roman watched his twin brother sprinkle poptart crumbs into the omelet he was cooking and grimaced. "Well you sure do a good job of that one…"

  "Hey, Ro, have you seen the dandelions?"

  Roman paused for a brief moment. "Why the fuck are you eating dandelions?"

  "You absolute shitheaded moron it's for Brigit."

  Roman flushed. "Oh." He had been thinking of Virgil again and his head was still mushy from sleep. "In the fridge…"

  Remus turned and pulled out a small bag of dandelions before hopping over to a glass tank which contained a small tortoise. "Roman's an idiot, isn't he Brigit? Isn't he?" Remus cooed at his tortoise, dropping three of the four flowers in along with a small pile of lettuce before looking at the fourth flower and asking out loud. "Hey, dandelions are edible, right??"

  And before Roman had time to violently judge his brother, Remus shoved the entire fucking flower in his mouth like the absolute heathen he was.

  "Hey, not too bad." Roman's trash-man of a brother said, walking over to his slowly burning food.

  "I swear to god I don't know how we're related…" Roman muttered, returning his mind to a much more savory person.

~~•~~

  Roman got to school and met up with his friends. He debated skipping a few steps in his plan and looking for him right then, but decided against it. He didn't want to come off seeming like a creep.

  So he waited until his third period rolled around and felt his eyes light up as they fell to the emo boy scrunched up in the back corner of the classroom. Something was definitely brighter about Virgil today. Maybe it was the new hoodie he was wearing or the fresh makeup on his face, or perhaps it was the way he looked rested or the fact that he was nodding along to his music and silently mouthing the words, but Roman was unreasonably happy to see Virgil in a good mood.

  “Good morning, Hot Topic! You’re looking splendid today!” Roman bubbled, winking at the mass of emo that sat at the table.

  Virgil snorted and looked up at him. “Aw, you think I’m hot!”

  “On the contrary! I was talking to my reflection!”

  “Ah, that makes more sense. I put too much faith in you to think you’d ever stop being self-absorbed!”

  “Hey! You’ve only known me for what, two days?”

  Virgil shifted in his seat, having taken out his earbuds already. “I tend to be a pretty good judge of character.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yep.”

  Roman took his chance to strike. “Well I bet you wouldn’t be able to judge my friend’s characters off of one glance!” Roman smiled at Virgil, missing the way the other’s shoulders relaxed when he spoke. “Want to join me with my friends at lunch?”

  Roman patiently awaited the inevitable decline. It was part of his plan. He would laugh it off and be charming as ever and continue to pester him until he-

  “Sure.” Virgil said casually, a hint of a smile on his face. 

  What.

  “You seem like a cool guy, I guess. Should I meet you by the cafeteria?”

  Roman’s head was a jumbled mess and where he had been planning on being charming, he had fallen end over end down the stairs of grace and was drowning in his own pool of poor planning.

  “Uh, uhm, n-no I’ll just meet you outside your class!” Roman had just barely been able to save the end of that sentence. He had not expected the emo boy to accept his offer so quickly. He thought the boy was shy and reserved, didn’t like talking to people. Curiosity to know what made the emo boy trust him overtook Roman. “Would it be terribly rude of me to ask why you’d want to come and eat with a bunch of people you hardly know?”

  Virgil shrugged. “I dunno. I just kinda…” He turned and pulled up his hood. “Feel like I can trust you. I also don’t really have anyone else, so I mean I don’t have many options.” he lowered his voice to the point where Roman wouldn’t have been able to hear the emo. “And if I at least look like I have friends maybe people will leave me alone this time around…”

  It worked and Roman hadn’t heard his breathless whisper. “Oh! Well I’m touched! In fact I think-”

  Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

  Damn that bell.

  Class began and Roman didn’t get the chance to mention that he and Patton shared a class. A minor detail, but he was irrationally disappointed that he couldn’t keep talking to his newfound...Friend.

  Roman thought. Friend? Am I not jumping the gun by considering us friends this early on? What would Virgil think? Would he be okay with it? Would he be disgusted? Roman’s mind filled with the image of Roman calling the boy his friend and Virgil smiling widely, happy to be his friend. Roman let himself smile too.

  The period ended and Roman said his farewells to Virgil. Roman pulled out his phone between classes and brought up the group chat.

  Hey I’m bringing a friend of mine to come and sit with us at lunch kk

  It was just a few moments before his phone buzzed quietly in his hands.

  Pat-man: OOOooooOOOooOOoo~~!!

  Pat-man: A *friend* you say? *nudge nudge wink wink*

  Each of his texts were signed with a series of emojis, ranging from hearts to faces.

  Roman typed out a text, leaning against the wall outside his classroom.

  Yes Padre, a FRIEND

  Nothing more than that! I swear you rwad into things way to much

  His Phone buzzed again and Roman looked at the new text.

  Pocket-protector: First off, you misspelled 'Read' and second, you used the wrong 'Too'. Third, if you're speaking of the boy you have gone on about for the past two days, then-

  The bell rang and Roman silently thanked it for saving him the time to read Logan's perfectly composed letter of a text filled with perfect grammar.

  The hours ebbed by anguishingly slow, it seemed the more he wanted to see the pale boy the more the weights the universe attached to time's ankles.

  Finally- finally- the hour struck three minutes till the bell and Roman silently excused himself knowing that the abandoned hall pass in his pocket that would free him of suspicion.

  He got to Virgil’s classroom just in time for the bell to ring and for Roman to quickly lean himself up against the lockers casually.

  Virgil walked out and seemed almost surprised to see Roman standing there before a ghost of a smile adorned his pale face.

  “Honestly, you don’t have to skip out of class early just to wait for me.” Virgil said as he walked up to the taller boy.

  “I know, but it wouldn’t be very chivalrous of me to leave my new friend wandering through the halls with no guide!” Roman smiled and the pair started walking towards the cafeteria.

  “And so that would make you my knight in shining armor?” Virgil teased.

  “No, I like to think of myself as more of a prince.”

  Virgil snorted back his laughter. “But I thought they gave princes education! They’re doing a miserable job rearing you.”

  “Ha, ha. Very funny, Jerky Mcjerk-face.”

  “Ouch! Is that the best comeback you have for me, Princey?” Before, Virgil had called Roman by the theatrical nickname in a friendly manner, now his tone was mocking him, a soundless giggle twinkling in his blue eyes.

  Roman hrumphed and crossed his arms. “Sometimes I’m not entirely on point with my words! I’m human! Even someone as flawless as me can make mistakes!”

  Virgil barked out a short laugh. “Ha!! Flawless! I should bring you up on charges for false advertising!”

  “Then maybe I should do the same with you, Surly-Temple! You’re not as shy as you seem, are you?”

  “Who ever said I was shy? I just don’t like people.”

  “Oh…” Roman internally cursed at his lack of words. He had jumped to conclusions. It was a simple mistake, but it reminded Roman of another thing he should try and fix. He shook it off easily. “Well in that case I’m sure you’ll have no problem introducing yourself to my friends!” He led Virgil through the thick of the now bustling and ever so loud cafeteria to a table in the back near one of the backdoors leading outside. It was a small circular table, like all the others in the room, perfect for a friend group to claim and have no one else intrude.

  Patton and Logan were already sitting down and chatting about what sounded like the emotional and psychological repercussions of being torn from your dimension and being thrown into another. A very fascinating topic to say the least.

  “Hey, Padre! Pocket protector!” Roman announced as they neared the table. Roman noticed out of the corner of his eye Virgil throwing up his hood. “I must introduce to you all, a one Virgil Sanders!” Roman theatrically bowed and gestured toward the purple haired boy next to him.

  Patton stood up immediately and flounced over to the boy. “Hi!! My name’s Patton, but you can just call me Dad!!” He said with a wink as he held out his hand for Virgil to shake. Virgil seemed to relax as he took the sorter boy’s hand in his.

  “Virgil. It’s nice to meet you, Patton.” He smiled lightly.

  Logan had stood as well, letting Virgil come to him. “Logan Rose. A pleasure.” He said politely, extending his own hand. Vigil accepted it and the group started to settle in.

  “You know, Virgil, I think I have the same second period as you!” Patton slipped in as they started taking their seats.

  Virgil seemed to think for a brief second. “Oh, I guess so. I guess nice to re-meet you, then.” He slowly took off his hood and faced Patton who was seated across from him. “Sorry I didn’t recognize you, I tend to not pay attention to stuff like that.”

  “It’s fine! I think it’s great we have a class together! It means less boring moments in the day!”

  Logan was staring at Virgil and he started speaking. “You know, You look familiar to me as well...Do we not share a fifth class together? Ap English in Mr. Evan’s class, if I am correct?”

  Virgil blinked. “Uh...Yeah...So I guess I have a class with each of you then...What are the odds?” Virgil gave a small laugh.

  “Infinitesimal.” Logan replied before biting into his sandwich.

  “Oh speaking of which, do you remember what was taught yesterday? I was trying to do my homework and sort of forgot what he’d said…”

  “I remember absolutely nothing but I do remember he was wearing a pink shirt with a green belt and was disgusted, I mean I may not be one for fashion, but even I know that was a horrific choice.”

  The table erupted into several different kinds of laughter. A loud booming one from Patton, a softer but clear one provided by Roman, and a light chuckle emitted by Virgil.

  Lunch wore on and It seemed like Virgil really connected with everyone.

  He was in a brighter mood for the rest of the day as he walked off with Logan, discussing fan theories about doctor who and Sherlock, and then happier still when he met up with Roman in the theater and got to have his older brother teach him for what seemed like the first actual time.

  And as Virgil bid his farewells, Roman called out to him.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow, Virge!!” He yelled across the courtyard, waving happily at his new friend.

  “Cya!!” Virgil called back, feeling happy and warm inside.

  Virgil had never even had friends before, and for some reason, having only just met them a few hours ago, felt like these friends were ones that were going to last. He felt so right when he was with them. It felt so right when he would hear Logan talking about one subject or another, or when Patton made a dad joke or pun, or when Roman did something charmingly stupid or funny. It felt right being with them.

  And for someone who’s never felt right in their life, Virgil felt as though it was all too much to actually be real.

  But for once, He didn't worry about that.

Author’s note:

Oh wow! Would you look at that! I’m way early!! I legit thought I wasn’t going to get this done in time because I stopped writing for like two days cause one: I wanted to write a special valentines day mini fic (Link here!) and then two: I was away from my computer and had very tiny motivation. Anyway I hope you guys appreciate my earliness, and note that this probably won’t happen too often. Stay fresh and minty my lovelies!!

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Ro's have nightmare Mc die when they wake up mc not beside them? ( lets say mc in kitchen or smth ) also very underrated Game!

Hi and thanks!

RO’s have a nightmare where the MC dies and when they wake up she’s not beside them:

Theo: Theo would have a mini heart attack to find her missing, jump out of bed and go find her! Then give her a mini heart attack by giving her a big hug from behind.

Alasdair: He’d go find the MC in the kitchen and make them both a delicious omelet! But otherwise wouldn’t be fazed. 

Felix: Would wonder if MC used dream alchemy to set him up for a fright, but would still go looking for her to make sure. 

[imaginetrahs]

I

So excuse me, what's your problem?

Why you so mad? You're crazy, babe

Excuse me, you must be out your mind, baby

But you got the right one this time, I

You got me fucked up

- Ro James, Excuse Me

Nalani

Groaning in frustration, I threw my phone on the other side of my bed. Just when I thought everything was going good here comes Noah starting trouble. I don't understand where this sudden animosity came from, it's been 2 months since we've broken up and he needs to let it go.

"Sis you really need to talk to Noah before I do, because if I do there won't be much talking" Kaori said busting into my room. We balance each other out, where she's shoot first and ask questions later I'm ask questions first and then shoot.

"For what? He's entitled to his own opinion, although it's wrong. And if we did talk what would I even say to him?" I responded with much sarcasm because Kaori is never one to tell me to talk to anyone about our problems. Like I said she's shoot first ask questions later.

"Well first you could start by telling him he's a bitch and he needs to grow up. And secondly, if he felt this way why didn't he say something when you guys were dating because if I remember correctly he was once your biggest fan and OFFERED to pay for your studio session even though you told him he didn't need too. I don't know about you but that shit don't rock this way."

I didn't have anything to say because I knew she was absolutely correct. Every time I tried to pay for my studio sessions Noah told he would because I was his girl and it was the least he could do. When I released my first studio album, CTRL, I tried to pay him back for all of the studio sessions but he wouldn't take it because "it wasn't a big deal" so I never pressed it further. But for him to now throw it out in to the world that he "made me" is bullshit.

"Yeah I guess you're right" I said rolling my eyes.

"I know I am. But on to a more serious note, what are we eating for dinner?"

~

For dinner Kaori and I decided to go to Waffle House instead of cooking because honestly neither of us felt like it.

We come here so much that the servers already know our orders. I always get the ham and cheese omelet with double waffles and hash browns while Kaori gets the cheese stake omelet with double chocolate chip waffles and country hash browns which I think is a weird ass combination.

While waiting for our food we talked about important things I have in the future, like tour, photo shoots, and talk shows. Just regular promo for albums and stuff.

"I have a lot of shows to do this week. If you want to come you can but it'll be a lot plus I have a feeling everyone is going to ask me about what Noah said and not my album." I said stuffing my face with omelet.

"Duh, I'm coming with you. You know I don't like being home by myself," Kaori is a 24, almost 25, year old woman who doesn't like being at home by herself and I'll never understand why.

Kaori and I have been best friends since diapers really and when we were younger her parents were rarely home because of work and she always stayed at my house. Then when we got older we moved in together, and I guess over time of her parents being away she developed separation issues but she'll never admit to it. Which is why she sorta goes everywhere with me, even on tour.

"And even if they do, tell them the truth. Don't worry about what people will say because he obviously didn't give a fuck." She said shrugging her shoulders.

By now we've finished our food and we're just sitting here talking to my cousin who just happens to work here.

"I fucking hate working here. Do you see the people that come is here on a daily? Looking any type of way? And did y'all hear about that Waffle House that got shot the fuck up in Nashville? Let that shit happen out here, bet y'all I sue the fuck out this bitch!" My cousin Jay was something else, just loud, ghetto and as extra as they come.

"Jay shut the fuck up you ain't suing shit dummy. Ain't you supposed to be working? Look at you, always doing some shit you ain't supposed to. If anything they gon' sue yo' ass for not fucking working." Here he went and got Kaori started, they can never have a simple conversation without yelling or cussing, like damn shut up.

After a while I tuned them out and let them converse about whatever until Jay had to go back to work. He told us he'd see us later and now it was back to being just me and Kaori again.

"You good? You ready to go?" I was started to get tired and I knew it was the itis so I told her yeah but as soon as I was about get up she stopped me.

"Don't flip out but Aaron just walked in." She told me this like I was supposed to care.

"Okay and? What does that have to do with me leaving?" I really didn't see how any of this was my problem. I don't care about him or Noah. Quite frankly I'm tired of hearing and saying his name.

"What do you mean "okay and" you know if Aaron is here then Noah isn't too far behind. You know they're damn near attached at the hip." That statement was 100% true, wherever Noah went Aaron went and vice versa, kind of like me and Kaori.

"Well I'm not worried about them. If it's that big of a deal we can leave out the other doors, I'm just starting to get really tired and I want to go home." Kaori nodded her head and we got up getting ready to leave out the other doors, when I heard someone walk up behind me.

"Wassup y'all?" None other than Aaron himself had walked up.

So much for leaving around them.

[elluriatreehouse]

Estou escrevendo isso morta de saudades da dona de todas essas letras aqui e esperando ansiosamente o tempo em que vou a rever pessoalmente. E é com ela que quero conversar sobre o que se passou nesse mês.

Depois de uma espera, toda distância terminou em um certa manhã em uma paisagem praiana, quando uma certa menina pulou nos meus braços mais alegre do que uma criança quando ganha doce. Nesse momento, sua cara brilhava muito mais que o tímido sol que estava nascendo. E, depois disso tudo pareceu preto no branco no ponto exato em que os relógios paravam, enquanto meus olhos só viam cores e traços em você e na sua forma desastrada de derrubar os pães da padaria ou falar que não acreditava que eu tinha vindo de cachecol. Nossa, mas o frio estava impossível na estrada, respondia eu em meio as suas gargalhadas. Mal sabia que no dia seguinte ele seria seu e seria um dos seus favoritos. Xuxinha. Livraria. RO. Vape. Uber. Cozinha da sua casa. Aquela comida, hmmmm, aquela bem dita omelete que dava vontade dar replay e comê-la de novo. Hotel nolasco (vem pro curso). E, acima de tudo isso, o mais doce lugar que amei visitar e estar que é de frente pro seu rostinho sem graça rindo de lado e depois me olhando vermelha cada vez que, de modo inexplicável, começávamos a rir uma pra outra. *kiss*

No último dia, infelizmente o último, entretanto, não o menos importante, pois foi a primeira vez que senti um enorme amor por uma fotógrafa e eu não era a única, entende? Pois, em seguida, Foi a primeira vez também que eu vi a paisagem e tudo não serem as que foram fotogradas, mas sim, elas que bateram a foto e te marcaram. E eu sei que naquela hora em que a natureza te pôs em quadro, ela ficou maravilhada com o que estava presenciando. Entregou-me depois todas as suas poses para eu guardar na minha mente. Eu não poderia estar mais grata por ter vivido tudo isso. Tudo isso, amada.

Foi um mês longo que pareceu passar ora rápido, ora lento. Um mês cheio de risadas, amores, bons e maus bocados, jogos, dor de dente (grrrrr!), mas foi o março que marcou nossas vidas e nos uniu dessa forma. Ele não poderia ter tido curso e caminho melhor do que teve e tudo que vivemos nele foi apenas um treinamento para o que vem pela frente e nos moldou para ser fortes, unidas e parceiras. E virão ainda muitas coisas pela frente, porém nunca esqueça que estou contigo nessa linha de frente. Fechada contigo.

''I kind of liked it to your way, How you shyly placed your eyes on me, Oh, did you ever know? That I had mine on you''.

Em cima dessa letra que quero agradecer por tudo, obrigada por existir na minha vida há três meses, de maneira marcante e coesa como minha amiga, e de uma forma amorosa e carinhosa há exato um mês ter me aceitado como minha vidinha. Entendendo-me e me aceitando esse meu jeito e como eu sou (exatamente como eu sou, uma lado que talvez só você conheça no planeta terra e que ainda está enterrado dentro de mim), sendo carinhosa, precupada e existindo muitas vezes para estar disposta à construir essa história de amor comigo. 

Obrigada por ser esse ser que minha mente não consegue classificar em um nome. Kadannastes? Acho que isso já descreve tudo, é ato ou efeito de ser você.

Penso em como posso te entregar isso aqui e por onde. Nesse exato momento estou planejando ir de te ver novamente, então bate uma vontade de deixar e falar isso tudo no cantinho do seu ouvido, mas, vai, o que tem? Eu vou fazer isso de uma forma ou outra, vamos esperar e vamos nessa. Mais uma vez e essa nunca vai ficar velha: obrigada por ser essa realização de um sonho. Estou sonhando ainda e, por favor, só me acorde quando eu estiver na rodoviária de Rio das Ostras. Porque lá, eu sei que esse sonho vai sair do meu coração e se materializar todas as vezes e aparecer há uma curta distância do meu corpo. 

Com muito amor, feliz uma mês para nós e lembrando que eu amo você do tamanho dos meu bracinhos abertos e minha alma bichana, da sua felina manhosa, minhau minhau.

Ellu. *cuddles and pats*

@sombradoinverno