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Heyyyyyy babesssssssss I haven't seen you talking, you okay? Please be okay pooks, i'm actually concerned because usually when i visit your tumblr theres always a post and its been like, three days??? I hope you're doing good wherever you are! If not then thats bad, but we all have bad days and it'll come to pass soon even if its gonna be long long time. Pookie you better be okay i'm gonna cry ong- Grab your cat and cuddle babs<3 Point is, i'm checking in on you and i hope you're doing fine dandyđ Hoping to see your amazing ahh self again xoxo
Lmao yâall are so damn paranoid something is gonna happen to me and itâs very sweet, but also gang sometimes I just donât wanna be on Tumblr and answering asks isnât #1 on my priorities list.
Iâve been going fucking BEAST MODE this week and written like three and a half whole chapters already, so yay me! But also I am now writing sad things, so poor me. But I also wrote a very sweet thing, so yay me again!
I also chopped all my hair off yesterday! Iâm not in love with it yet, but itâs growing on me. I had been letting my hair grow out, it was the longest itâs been in actual years at the longest part, so now Iâm missing like 4 inches off my underside and trying not to mourn not being able to braid it anymore. It was such a bitch to shower with and I know it was for the best, but I donât think you ever kill the little girl who lived in your heart and wanted hair like a Disney princess you could put in elaborate styles, even when you stop being a girl yourself.
Itâs like 3 and Iâm real tired so Iâm going to bed, but yâall can all rest assured Iâm not dead or dying. Like really, if another person pleads for me not to die Iâm gonna start suspecting you fucks know something I donât. Gn babes, and stop worrying about lilâ olâ me.
#sssbmty#one piece#one piece ocs#not temping the ao3 writers curse#Iâm afraid of that thing but guys please#stop acting like Iâm gonna drop dead đ
#look fuck that hair holds memories bullshit but also#I cried before cutting it#and I used to cut my hair like every three weeks#guess it hits different when your whacked out on period hormones and sleep deprivation
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Do The Cooking By The Book
pairings: LAMP/CALM words: 6013 warnings: swearing, alcohol, implied panic attacks, small burn mention, general angst summary: patton bakes when heâs sad and nowadays, no amount of chewy chocolate chip cookies would be able to cover that up.
or: the five times patton bakes something for the others and the one time he canât.
a/n- hello! welcome to part 2 of that series i mentioned before called âletâs indulge bean in their slightly low quality, very personal ficsâ (maybe i should actually make this an actual series on ao3 lol) :â)
i have been having a bit of writerâs block between this patton/janus one shot and golden slumbers (there's just o n e more scene i need to figure out, trust me it's haunting my every move), so i decided to write a bit of a fresh warm up instead! and by warm up, i mean i started writing it in the beginning of july and it somehow spiralled into a big thing, like they always do :â)
inspired by my declining mental health and my unhealthy obsession with baking focaccia at 2 am :)
p.s â later there's a [1] that's supposed to be a footnote but the formatting just said no so ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
read on ao3 ~
enjoy!
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~ pattonâs chewy chocolate chip cookies ~
ingredients:Â
2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
0 teaspoon club soda
2 1/2 sticks unsalted butter, softened (or melted, like my heart around my honeybees <3)
1 3/4 cups packed dark brown sugar (must be working out ;) )
1/4 cup granulated sugar sugar, honey honey (except no honey :P)
2 large eggs, room temp.
2 teaspoons vanilla extract (and not any extra-ct ;) )
2 cups Virgil-esque chocolate chips*
 *semi-sweet! ^v^
 ââÂ
âHoly shit, Pat.â
Patton smiled, all toothy and wide. He was still standing beside the couch Roman was lounging on, holding up the tray with his pastel blue oven mitts.
âYou like it?â he beamed. Roman nodded, scrambling over the armrest to grab another.
âUmfh, Â yeah,â Â Roman replied, crumbs spilling out of his mouth. âOvfiously.â
â...What?â
Roman quickly swallowed and grinned sheepishly. âSorry.â
Patton laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. âNo worries! I think itâs a- dough -able.â
â...If you werenât holding cookies right now, I'd say that you suck. But you're holding cookies, so..."
There was a pause that Patton quickly filled with laughter, even if it suddenly felt like he was struggling to carry the sound out of his chest and into the air.
Luckily, Logan walked into the room before Patton could say anything that was affected by the spontaneous pang in his chest. His eyes lit up upon seeing him.Â
âLogan!â He cheerily dashed over to the other side of the room, holding up the tray to Loganâs face. âA treat for my smart cookie?â
Logan reeled back slightly to avoid getting hit by the edge of the tray. He pushed up his glasses.
âAh, thank you, dear. But I do believe it is too early for copious amount of sugar consumptionââ
âJust try one, cookie-tita,â Roman cut him off, âyou and I know that you want one.â
Logan frowned at him over Pattonâs shoulder, then looked back at Patton. He gave Logan the widest smile he could muster, which made him sigh.Â
âWhile Romanâs reference was a bit of a stretchââ He eyed the cookies one more time, then looked back at Pattonâ âI suppose I will agree to half a cookie.â
âGoody!â Patton said brightly. âOr should I say, gooey?â
âYou shouldnât.â
Logan picked one cookie up and took a small bite. His eyes softened, which made Pattonâs heart melt.Â
â...Oh sweet Einstein,â he muttered, grabbing one more cookie off the tray before making a beeline to the coffee machine in the kitchen. Patton just smiled to himself, admittedly a bit proud.Â
Before he turned around to go see if Logan needed help, he heard shuffling coming up beside him. He looked over and smiled.Â
âVirge! Youâre awake!â Virgil pulled one side of his headphones up as Patton presented him the tray. âCookie?â
âUh, sure.â He took one and nodded when he had a few bites, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âThanks, Pat.â
âNo problemo!â he chirped, wandering back to the living room. Virgil trailed behind him, now slipping his headphones around his neck.Â
âDid you bake these this morning?â Virgil asked as Patton set the tray on the coffee table in front of Roman, who readily lunged at it. Patton turned and smiled brightly at him.Â
âYeah! I mean...it was technically morning, heh.âÂ
Virgil blinked in that knowing way Patton was all too familiar with. Patton mentally cursed. Â
âWhat do you mean by technicallyââ
Before he could say anything else, Patton clapped his hands together.Â
âWell, Iâm glad you all liked the cookies.â He tried not to think about how loud his own voice suddenly was. âFeel free to finish them!â
Roman frowned, mid-bite of his third cookie.
âDonât you want any, sweetheart?"
âNo no! I chip-ed in so much effort in baking them that I tired myself out, heh!â He faked a yawn. âIâll just go to my room!â
Roman just laughed, stuffing another cookie in his mouth with a shrug. Logan wandered back from the kitchen, conjuring a book as he walked and nodding at Patton. He grabbed another cookie and sat on the couch beside Roman, leaning against his shoulder.
Virgil just looked at him as he left, eyes narrowed and steely.Â
Theyâre so perfect, Patton thought as he sunk out to go to his room, leaving the three of his boyfriends alone with a wave. Perfect just the way they are.
 Without me. Â
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~ âi got yaâ focaccia ~Â
ingredients:
for the garlic-infused mixture
1/2 cup extra-virgin, PG-rated olive oil
2-3 minced garlic cloves
0 garlic gloves (haha iâm hilarious)
1 tablespoon chopped fresh thyme or 1 teaspoon dried
1 tablespoon chopped fresh rosemary or 1 teaspoon dried
1/4 teaspoon fresh ground black pepper
for the bread
1 cup warm water
2 1/4 teaspoons active dry yeast (1 packet)
1/4 teaspoon honey honey, you are my candy girlâ
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon fine sea salt (maybe itâs wearing some nice clothes!) (sea what i did there? iâm funny, arenât i?)Â
ââÂ
Virgil heard a soft â shit â coming from the kitchen.Â
Donât panic, itâs probably all fine, Â he thought, slowly walking towards the entrance to the kitchen. Â Itâs totally not some burglar, ready to steal all our spices and blow them into my eye, making me blind. It canât be, weâre not even real so how could there be a burglarâ
As he neared the dimmed light coming from the kitchen, however, a quiet sob broke through his thoughts.
A chill ran through him. The sob was muffled, squeaky, and admittedly a bit pathetic in terms of how there was an attempt to cover it up. Almost like the sound a puppy would make when someone accidentally stepped on their paw.
All too familiar.
âPatton?â he murmured, turning on another light in the kitchen.Â
Patton was hunched over the counter space beside the oven, next to a saucepan on a burner; which was emitting a strong garlic and herb smell.Â
That wasnât what Virgil was focusing on, though; but rather the way Patton held his hand close to his chest.
Patton spun around on his heel when his name left Virgilâs tongue, his eyes wide and glazed over, like a deer caught in headlights.Â
âShâ Virgil! Hi!â He laughed nervously. âWhat are you doing here? Itâs like, 2 am!â
Virgil dug his hands in his sweater pockets. âIâm always up at 2 am. What are you doing here?â
He watched as Pattonâs smile forcefully tugged at the corners of his lips.
âIâm baking focaccia! Wanna join?â
There was a slight crack in his cheeriness. Virgil took a step closer.Â
âWhat happened to your hand?â
Patton looked down at it, then held up his index finger, which was slightly red.Â
âJust accidentally brushed up against the pan!â he chuckled. âIt was still hot. â
âHow could you brush up against the pan,â Virgil deadpanned, hopping onto the kitchen island. âRomanâs asleep.âÂ
Patton blushed as he ran his finger under cold water.
âGrab the flour and pour a cup of it in that bowl,â he said, shaking his hand dry and going back to the stove. âI think that the yeast and honey had enough time in the water. Iâm just about done with the garlic stuff.â
âOkay, honey,â Virgil hummed, already scooping the flour in the measuring cup.
Patton turned to face him over his shoulder with a smile. Â
âGosh, you get funnier at 2 am, kiddo.â
Virgil shrugged. âItâs easy to cater to your humour, babe. Though no one does it as good as you do.âÂ
Pattonâs blush intensified, and it made Virgil feel a little more at ease that he could still make him flustered like that.Â
âSo really, Pat,â Virgil asked, stirring in the flour as Patton went over with a smaller cup of the garlic-infused mixture. âWhy are you up so late baking focaccia of all things?â
A pause. Patton finished pouring in his cup before turning his back away, his head low.Â
âNo reason!â he said brightly, though Virgil suddenly felt edges of darkness to each word. âI thought itâd be nice. Plus Roman loves my focaccia. Thought I could surprise him!â
A pause. Virgil wanted to press him more, but there was something about Pattonâs cracked smile that advised him against it. He knew a warning when he saw one.Â
âHe likes anything you bake him, babe,â he said instead, adding salt and the rest of the flour before beginning to knead the dough in the bowl. âYou could bake him a frog and heâd be grateful.â
âNow Virge, I think youâre mixing the twins up again,â Patton giggled. Virgil smirked, even if he felt like he shouldnât. There was such heavy air in the kitchen; a positive emotion wouldnât last a second.Â
âYou sure youâre okay, Patton?âÂ
When Patton finally faced him, it felt like the air was sucked out of him. Now that he was standing under the light, he felt like he saw all of him more clearly. There were dried tear tracks running down his cheeks. Did he always have those? And under his eyes were bags of purple, dark and stormy; clear evidence that maybe Patton had been late-night baking before.Â
However, that broken smile was what haunted Virgil the most.
âIâm just peachy, Virge!â he chirped, conjuring up a towel and covering the bowl of dough Virgil probably over-kneaded. Pattonâs eyes seemed to drill right into his own. â Positive.â
Virgil numbly nodded as Patton clapped his hands.Â
âWell! Now we wait!â He smiled again at Virgil. âWant some coffee?â
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~ mushy gushy marshmallows ~
ingredients:
marshmallow base
2 cups of sugarÂ
1/4 cup corn syrup
1 cup water (1/2 for for dissolving gelatin)
7 tsp / 3 packets of gelatin
1/4 tsp salt
1 1/2 tsp of vanilla extract
 dusting powder
1 cup confectionerâs sugar
1/2 cup cornstarch
*note to future patton: donât make these, actually. they suck.
ââÂ
âFuck!âÂ
Logan heard the curse from the kitchen, lifting his head from his book and immediately smelling for any smoke.Â
âPatton?âÂ
There was no smoke. Instead, just another string of curses. Logan sighed; it was not like the moral side to swear. But reprimanding him didnât sound like a wise idea.Â
Instead, he set his book down on the coffee table in front of him and wandered to the kitchen.Â
âIs everything okaââ
He stopped mid-sentence and looked at the sight in front of him.Â
Surrounding him was a sugary mess, with many bowls of gelatin and water littering the entire counter. Logan could only assume they were failed attempts at whatever was being made today.
In the middle of this mess was Patton, holding the hand mixer up in the air with tears streaming down his face.Â
â...Letâs put the hand mixer down, shall we?â
Logan moved forward before Patton could even respond, slowly lowering his hand that held the mixer. Patton just sobbed, dropping it on the floor in defeat. Logan tried not to panic at the suddenly broken hand mixer. Logically, they could summon a new one. It was extra energy, sure, but it was fixable.
However, he wasnât quite sure he could fix the sight in front of him.
âIs there something wrong, starlight?â he murmured, ushering Patton toward the kitchen table. Patton just sighed.Â
âItâs the stupid marshmallows.â Patton threw his apron onto the floor as he sat down. âI just donât get what Iâm doing wrong. I tried everything.  And theyâ they just suck.âÂ
Logan blinked, almost dumbfounded. In all the years he spent together with Patton, he had never seen him so distraught. Not even his arguably-worse decisions elicited a response similar to the frustration he was currently witnessing. Patton always wore a smile and carried on. Any mistake was just a mistake; nothing more to it.Â
So what was different here?
âI even tried summoning a candy thermometer,â Patton continued. Logan tried his best to be present, even if his worry was slowly overtaking all of his senses. âThose things are stupid! I thoughtââ
âHey,â Logan finally said, cutting Patton off by holding his hands into his. âLetâs slow down for a minute, okay?âÂ
When Patton looked up at him, his heart broke.Â
Pattonâs eyes were glassy with tears, some kind of foreign look not too far behind his irises. The absence of his smile was even more unsettling.Â
He looked completely different; as if someone took one of the loves of his life and replaced him without even leaving a trace.Â
Suddenly, he was filled with what he only assumed was longing.Â
âPatton,â he said slowly, looking down at their intertwined hands, âplease donât worry about the marshmallows. Theyâre just marshmallows. Clearly there is something else that isââ
He cut himself off as he heard Pattonâs breath hitch. When he looked up, there was a faraway look in his eyes.
And that was when it clicked. That foreign lookâŚ
It was fear. Fear and guilt, all wrapped up in one.Â
The face of someone who just got caught.
Patton quickly pulled his hands away from Loganâs, stumbling onto his feet and muttering something about cleaning up later under his breath as he sunk out.Â
Logan blinked, taken completely aback. He quickly re-evaluated every word he said that could have led to him leaving.Â
âTheyâre just marshmallows.âÂ
Logan winced. Shit. Perhaps Patton was still in his âin his feelings phase; not his âin need of rational solutionâ phase. He should have known better and now, Patton was further away from him than he was before.Â
Logan then thought about the guilt that struck Pattonâs face before he could confront him; the fear in his eyes when Logan dared to dig a little deeper.Â
Patton wasnât far away, actually.
Patton was just gone; Â and Logan didnât know where to look to find him.
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~drunken   bitter   butter rumcakes~
 ingrdents:
for the cupcakes:
1 cup of choped picans
1/2 cup coconut flake
yellow cake mix, lots of it probs
some vanilla puddin apparently? i dont know why
eggs i dont care how much fuck it
1/2 milk
vegetable oil (optional cuz it sounds gros)
rum
for the bitter rum glaze:
some butter and sugar
more rum
rumÂ
 for the frosting
confictione confecion confectioniserâs powdered sugar
soft buttter
vanilla extract
rest of the bottl eof rum probably
 ââ
It only took a crash from the kitchen for Roman to realize that Logan and Virgil were right: something was wrong with Patton.Â
Virgil had been the first one to express his concern, and it was right on the day Patton baked them all cookies. Patton had since baked many more cookies; which for some reason, only intensified his worry. Roman didnât think much of it at first. Virgil, bless his soul, always held a bit of his paranoia close to his chest. Plus, Pattonâs cookies were the best! There wasnât much to complain about. A few days later, Virgil mentioned something weird about Pattonâs focaccia; but even that admittedly didnât raise any concern from Roman.Â
It was when Logan mentioned the marshmallow incident that Roman knew something might be off.Â
The two had warned him that going to the kitchen late at night could possibly bring some less than ideal sights, but that only drew Roman closer; like a beautiful moth attracted to light. If Patton was truly upset, Roman had to be there! He knew that the others didnât know much about navigating the small crises Patton would have every now and then, but Roman did! It was Patton, after all! Roman had experience â and he just had to play it by the book.Â
But when he finally walked into the kitchen upon hearing the source of the crash, he was greeted with something he never quite saw before.Â
Patton was on the ground, holding a long, glass bottle by its neck and a bowlâwith all its contentsâwas splattered on the floor beside him.Â
Roman stood there, almost dumbfounded. Patton didnât even realize he was there before he looked up and blinked a few times.Â
Then, Patton started to cry.Â
âOh, sunshine,â Roman murmured, sitting next to him on the floor. The strong stench of alcohol filled the air beside Patton, and Roman saw a glimpse of a rum label on the bottle. It was half empty.Â
âMâsorry,â Patton mumbled under his breath, immediately resting his head on Roman. âDidnâtââ He hiccupedâ âDidnât mean to make noise.â
âShh, mi amor, itâs okay.â Roman stroked his hair slowly, going through the familiar motions of comforting his boyfriend. âI understand. Let me help you, okay?â
Another sob wracked through Pattonâs body.Â
âIâ I donât deserve your help.â The words came out in a slur. Roman had a slight feeling that Patton didnât use all the rum in his bottle for baking.
âNonsense! Of course you deserve help,â Roman whispered, twirling a strand of his hair. âIâm here to help you. I always am.â
Patton leaned into the touch, though the weight of his head seemed heavier than usual; like he was unintentionally pressing himself onto Roman, limp against his shoulders.
âSâfine,â he said after a few more teary hiccups, trying to push himself onto his feet. âGottaâ gotta finish cupcakes. Tryna new recipe.âÂ
Roman frowned. âThe cupcakes can wait until tomorrow, Patton; Iâm going to bring you to bed and clean upââ
âNo!âÂ
Roman jumped at the sheer volume of Pattonâs voice, suddenly nervous that heâd wake the rest of them up.
I can handle this myself, Â he thought. Â I always have been able to, this isnât different.Â
âNo, I donâtâ I donât need your help.â Patton stumbled up to his feet, leaning his arms on the kitchen counter like it was a life raft. He buried his head in his hands. âI donât need your help, I donât need anyoneâs help, I just needâ I just need to finish this, thenââ
âDarling, I donât thinkââ
âNo thinkin!â He pushed his index finger onto Romanâs lips. âNo thinking, thatâs for Logan. Tonight, weâre not thinking of anythingâ not thinking about anything anymore.â
Roman was taken aback.Â
âPatton, we can continue,â he said gently, âbut only if you sit down first and let me grab you some water, okay?â
Patton lifted his head to face Roman, his eyes red from the tears.Â
âWhy do you take care of me?â he suddenly asked, his voice a small whimper. Roman froze as he continued. âWhy doâ why do any of you care?â
âPatton, Iââ
âI donât do my fucking job right anyway,â Patton hissed. âIâmâ Iâm broken junk in Thomasâ brain! I canât even do the right and wrong thing, I canâtâ I canât make him happy. I canât make you guys happyâ ân I  love you guys! God, I canât even make stupid cupcakesââ
âNone of that is true, Pat,â Roman tried to protest. âYou make us extremely happy, you make meâ â
âYouâre a liar!â Patton cried, turning on his heel to stare at Roman, whose heart dropped. âYouâreâ youâre a fucking liar, Roman.â
The air suddenly felt too thick for both of them to be breathing. Patton must have noticed that because as soon as the words left his tongue, he covered his mouth with his hands with teary eyes.Â
â...Patton, please sit down. Youâre not thinking straight.â
âMânotââ
âI know.â Roman tried to keep his voice levelled as he spoke. âJust...just sit down, okay? Weâre going to talk it all through.âÂ
Patton just stared at him blankly for what seemed like an eternity before finally speaking up.Â
âIâm sorry.â
And before Roman could plead for him one last time, Patton sunk out, the bottle of rum still in his hand.
Roman blinked at the spot Patton once stood in, all shaky and teary like he was facing an inky, twisted nightmare. His words echoed in his head and while Roman knew it was best not to take it all to heart, he still felt the sting of each curse.Â
What kind of a hero was he?
He then looked at the splattered mixture on the floor and sighed. It looked a lot like cake mix. And if there was rum in that, it probably wouldâve been good. A shame, really.
His eyes then spotted a book on the kitchen counter, open to a page that had a bit of rum on it judging by the smell. Roman frowned, going over to grab it. He closed it to look at the cover.Â
It seemed to be Pattonâs recipe book, judging by the baking-themed stickers littering the blue cover. When he opened it, he was greeted with pages of ingredients and instructions to make some of Pattonâs signature baked goods. The first few pages made Roman smile; there were puns besides some of the ingredients and even cheesy references to him, Logan, and Virgil. It seemed very Patton-esque.Â
But as he went further through the pages, the tone seemed to shift. There was an absence of puns for one of the recipes, and Roman knew he couldâve at least hit a few. And when he got further than that, he just stopped writing measurements all together. The rum cupcake recipe, which seemed like a recent entry, was barely decipherable.Â
He flipped back a few pages and saw words scratched out; sentences that didnât belong in a typical cookie recipe. And the corners of some of the pages were crisp, as if water dried on them over time.Â
Romanâs breath hitched as he closed the book. Something was wrong, and for the first time he didnât know what to do.
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~ whats good-berry muffins ~Â
ingredients
who
cares
theyre
just
stupid
muffins
berries, probably
ââ Â
âRoman, he did not mean what he said,â Logan said as Roman paced in front of him. âPerhaps you caught him at a bad time.âÂ
âA bad time?â Virgil echoed incredulously, turning around on the couch to face Logan. âDude, he was wasted. Thatâs not a bad time, thatâs a âcode redâ time.âÂ
âBesides, shouldnât you be advocating for intervention, Â lo -ve of my life?â Roman asked, still pacing. âYou seemed pretty upset about the now-called âmarshmallow incidentâ.â
Virgil gave Logan a look and Logan looked down, almost embarrassed.Â
â...I have since realized that my actions were not ideal, but that is to no fault of my own. Holding guilt does no good, and neither does intervening when one does not want to be...intervened upon.â
âOkay first off, even Janus lies more subtly than that.â Logan didnât make eye contact with him, but stiffened at Virgilâs words. âAnd second of all, Patton  needs support. Weâre supposed to be there for him â not just waiting for the most dire sign. The plane is crashing, Logan; you canât just put your seatbelt on and wait. You have to do something.âÂ
âActually, if an airplane is crashing and you are instructed to put your seatbelts on, it is of your best interest that youââ
âFor Odinâs sake,â Roman groaned. âI love you, my nerd in shining armour; but you got to learn what a metaphor is.â
Logan fell quiet as Roman continued.Â
âWe need to do something. This isn't a typical Patton dilemma. And I know he doesnât want to talk about it just out of the blue so we canât confront him. We have to figure out a way for him to trust us.â
âHe loves us,â Virgil grumbled, though hints of anxiety singed the edges of his words. âShouldnât the trust be there already?â
âVirgil, he loves us an infinite amount,â Logan said reassuringly, finally settling back into the chair. He pushed up his glasses. âIn fact, he probably loves us too much to want to worry us or cause us any emotional strain.â
âBut it wouldnât cause usâ well, whatever you said!â Virgil protested. He slumped over, his elbows pressed into his thighs. He looked defeated. âI just want to help him. I canât stand seeing him like this.âÂ
âI know, stormcloud,â Roman murmured, sitting down beside us. âBut...but we can do this. Together. We always have and now, we will.â
Logan nodded, tapping his shoulder so Virgil could rest against it.Â
âRoman is correct. Besides, we do not even have to confront him. Perhaps confrontation is where part of this issue stems from. The trust is there, we just have to remind him that we are willing to, given that we are his partners. We just need to make a comfortable environment forââ
Suddenly, Virgil felt a small tug in his chest; as if something was pulling him downwards. His eyes widened and his breath hitched at the sensation. He knew where it was coming from.Â
âGuys, itâs Patton. Somethingâs wrong.âÂ
In a flash, he sunk out, Logan and Roman soon following suit. Roman pulled out his sword just in case.
When they rose, they found themselves in Pattonâs room; though it was less bright than usual. The fairy lights were flickering and swaying against the walls and the frames were all askew. It looked as if it was struggling to keep itself together.Â
And in the middle of the room was Patton, on the floor and tugging at his hair as he cried, heaving into each sob. Surrounding him were boxes of half-summoned muffin mix, as well as some sugar slowly fading out of existence. In front of him was his recipe book, tearstained and ripped at the edges.Â
Virgil immediately went to Pattonâs side, scooping him up into his arms. Patton made no effort to protest, his body still clenched up from all the energy he was spending summoning the ingredients into his room. In the corner of his eye, he could even see the beginnings of what would be an oven.
âPatton,â Virgil heard Logan breathe out, still standing in the same spot behind them, almost in shock. âYou are spending too much energy summoning all these things, your room nor your form cannot handle it. Why donât you just go to the kitchen?â
Patton sobbed even more, tugging at his hair and curling up into Virgilâs chest. Virgil looked up at Logan over Pattonâs hunched shoulders and just shook his head, his eyes flickering between him and Patton.Â
Logan then made a small âoâ shape with his mouth, slowly approaching the two on the floor and sitting cross-legged beside him. He made an attempt to lower Pattonâs hands from his hair. Eventually, it turned into him rubbing small circles in Pattonâs back with the palm of his hand, softly whispering âitâs okayâ under his breath as he moved closer to him and Virgil.Â
Roman dropped his sword onto the floor and followed suit, grabbing a fluffy blanket from Pattonâs bed and going behind his three boyfriends, laying the blanket over their shoulders as if he was shielding them from the unstable room surrounding them. He hovered over their shoulders for a while before kneeling down and hugging all three of them.Â
And as the ingredients slowly disappeared around them, the room began to fix itself. Patton could breathe a bit slower now, yet the others curled up into him like the warm blanket they were surrounded by.Â
Eventually, Patton realized that he was no longer crying;Â yet everyone stayed.Â
And then, Patton fell asleep;Â and they stayed for that too.Â
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~ Donât Forget-ti That We Love You Funfetti Cake* ~
 Ingredients:
 For the cake
1 and 2/3 cup (210g) all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda (because so-da one for us!) [1]
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (1 stick or 115 g) unsalted butter, melted
3/4 cup (150g) granulated sugar
1/4 cup (50g) packed light brown sugar
1 large egg
1/4 cup (60g) yogurt
3/4 cup (180ml) milk
1 Tablespoon (15ml) pure vanilla extract
2/3 cup (90g) sprinkles (nonpareils not recommended**)Â
For the buttercream
1 cup (2 sticks or 230g) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature
3â4 cups (360-480g) confectionersâ sugar
1/4 cup (60ml) heavy cream
2 and 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
salt, to taste
 *Virgil actually came up with this and thinks its so lame so thats why thatâs the name LOL ~ Roman
[1]Â Roman wrote this pun but I am making the executive decision to retract this comment from the original script because it is not a necessary part of the recipe.
**can you tell that lo was the one who wrote the recipe ~ vÂ
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Patton tried his hardest to fight the pull coming from the kitchen.Â
Itâs been a few days since the others found him in his room after his failed âbake muffins in isolationâ mission and Patton hadnât dared to bake since. After all, if that incident wasnât a good enough warning, the other times they found him in the kitchen were. He couldnât let them see him like this again, what âthisâ was.Â
The others thought they knew he was upset about something, but Patton didnât know how to tell them that he didn't even know what he was feeling. He wasnât upset, he wasnât stressed; he was just feeling every feeling, all at once.
And he didnât know what to do.Â
Baking was the only thing he could do when he felt like this. He longed to see a smile on Virgilâs face; to watch Logan actually eat and enjoy it rather than talking about how it didnât matter that they ate; to laugh as Roman scarfed all of it down and ask for the recipe. The recipe book was actually going to be Romanâs gift for their anniversary. It made his heart ache even more knowing that it wasnât good enough for him anymore.Â
When he felt everything or nothing at all, he would just bake and watch as the people he loved were filled with joy; and Patton, selfish as it is, would bask in the sunlight they radiated. If he kept baking and kept making them happy? Well, their light could never disappear.Â
But then, it did.
And Patton couldnât bear to stand in the darkness of that kitchen anymore.Â
Still, the tugging persisted. Patton secretly hoped that him pitying himself would guilt whatever force was summoning him to the kitchen into giving up its pursuit.Â
Patton sighed, tugging the strings of his cat hoodie a little tighter so that the hood with wrap around his head. Maybe if he didnât show his face, no one would see that he had been crying for an hour or so.Â
When he sunk out, he was met with a warmly-lit kitchen and a small cake in the middle of the dining table.
Patton frowned, walking towards it curiously. It was a very...rustic cake, if rustic still meant âmessyâ in baking terms. The icing was a bit rough around the edges and he felt like the writing in icing was supposed to say âWE ⤠Uâ but the heart looked a bit like...well, Patton didnât want to say.Â
Still, it was rather cute. There was a small plate beside it with a fork and a slice of the cake, dots of sprinkles baked into it. Patton smiled; it seemed to be a funfetti cake! His favourite!
Patton took a bite out of the cake without really thinking about it, his smile only growing at the sweet taste.Â
That was when he saw the book.Â
It laid neatly beside the plate, open to a page he didnât quite remember writing. On it were various scribbles of bright red ink mixed with blue ink, along with a note written in pencil at the bottom of the page. He recognized the handwriting immediately as he picked up the book and began to tear up.Â
âVirgil, if he does not want to be summoned you cannotââ
Patton looked up from the book and saw Logan and Virgil suddenly at the entrance to the kitchen, stopped in their tracks with their eyes wide. They stared at each other for a brief moment before Virgil huffed, breaking the silence.
âSee, Lo?â He kissed Logan's cheek and went on his tip-toes to ruffle his hair, much to Loganâs dismay. âPatton always comes down for cake.âÂ
Patton dropped the book on the table and went over to sweep the two in a big hug, warm and tight and filled with love. Virgil fell quiet, but hugged back as Logan chuckled, patting Pattonâs back.Â
âI sincerely hope the cake is to your standards, Patton,â he said as he pulled back. âI know that the aesthetics are not...well, they are not ideal; Roman spent so much time planning that he forgot to take into account the amount of time weâd  actually haveââ
âLogan?â Patton said, his voice still scratchy from being close to tears. âI love you. Itâs perfect.âÂ
Logan smiled brightly, the light from it almost blinding Patton.Â
âYou guys didnât have to bake for me!â Patton rubbed at his eyes with a small laugh. âI know baking a cake is no easy task, especially a funfetti cake!â
Virgil shrugged. âLogan led most of it. I kinda just made sure the kitchen didnât explode. You know how those two can get."
Patton giggled. âOf course.â
âRoman should be on his way shortly,â Logan said, pushing up his glasses. âHe is acquiring a few blankets and pillows from his room.â
Patton perked up at the thought. Romanâs blankets were made of the softest, most delicate velvet. The idea made his chest warm up.
âYou guys did all of this for me?â Patton asked, his voice small.Â
âOf course we did, Pat.â Virgil held Pattonâs hand and kissed it softly. âWe love you. And we want to be here for you; even in the less-than-ideal times. You would do the same for us.â
âBut we do not expect you to dwell on your emotions if you do not feel comfortable doing so,â Logan continued as he went over to the dining room to grab the cake. âIf you would like, we can watch Disney movies and eat cake and provide a distraction. However, we want to reassure you that we are here to listen to whatever is troubling you, so whenever you feel comfortable, please do not hesitate to reach out.â He paused. "We do not have to find a solution right now. We can metaphorically 'sit in the feelings' for a while."
Patton smiled as Logan arrived at his and Virgilâs side. He kissed Pattonâs shoulder softly before making his way to the living room, where Patton could hear Roman rambling about what movie would be the best to watch; and he heard Loganâs rebuttals come after.Â
And walking out of the kitchen and into the living room could only be described as a slow-moving blur. Patton watched as Roman spotted him and swept him up into a big hug, startling Virgil who was later brought into the hug as well. He watched as Logan gave them an amused smile, patting the blankets Roman arranged under a pillow fort in front of the TV, the opening to TangledâPattonâs favouriteâplaying on the screen.Â
âI love you guys,â Patton murmured as he sat in the middle of the pillow fort, a plate with cake in front of him. Logan sat beside him with a nod, kissing his head as he summoned four forks with a smile. Roman and Virgil found their way somehow into the tangled mess of each other, cuddling against Logan and Patton until they were the closest humans, or sides, could ever get.
And no one complained when Patton paused the movie when Eugene got stabbed, crying a bit and telling them about how that scene sort of reminded him about what he felt the night before. No one left when Patton began to spiral a bit from that and sob into his cake, finally admitting to them his thoughts and how he had just been feeling everything.Â
And then, everyone stayed; even after that.Â
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Southside HighÂ
Or read it on Ao3Â
Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead JonesÂ
Summary:Â Due to the start of Riverdale Highâs complex renovations, the school is shut down for one year and all Riverdale High students are forced to attend Southside High.
In an effort to integrate at her new school, Betty goes to a meeting for the Red and Black and meets one of the top Southside Serpents, Jughead Jones.
AU: Jughead Jones is a Southside High student and, therefore, doesnât know any of the regular Riverdale High students.
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
A smug, balding security guard smirked at her terse tone and motioned for her to turn back around, ââfraid not, sweetheart. Take off the earrings and come through again.â
Betty clenched her jaw tightly before practically ripping her earrings out in frustration and throwing them in the bin. This was the fourth time she had gone through this absolutely ridiculous probably-not-even-TSA-approved metal detector at the entrance of Southside High and she was now thoroughly convinced this mall cop was fucking with her.
A few Southside High students sighed irritably behind her as she set herself up to walk through again.
But before the guard could motion for her to step forward, an older student sauntered over to him, effectively erasing the cocky grin from the officerâs face as he folded his arms. Â
âEnough. Let her through.â
His voice came out as a low growl, a demand not a suggestion, and Bettyâs eyebrows raised in surprise. She had never heard a student speak to a person of authority that way and was mildly horrified.
But also impressed, definitely impressed.
The guard bit the inside of his cheek for a split second before quickly motioning her through, stepping back to allow her appropriate space to throw on her ballet flats and jewelry. The student remained unmoved, his eyes dark as he watched her shove her earrings in, ensuring the guard would leave her alone until she was done.
âYou good?â
Betty turned quickly to thank him and assure him she was fine, but found herself self-consciously pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
Wow, she thought, her eyes trailing from his gray crown beanie to his striking blue eyes down to his full lips.
He offered a small smile, raising an eyebrow at her stare before turning to head down the hallway filled with students, backs pressed against their lockers to clear his way.
Her mouth fell open when the light hit the back of his leather jacket just right, revealing his bold, stitched Southside Serpent emblem.
âUgh, is anything in this place not absolutely decrepit?â Veronica huffed as they walked the hallways of their new temp high school in search of the cafeteria, âmy locker door practically fell off its hinges this morning!â
Betty chuckled at her best friendâs distress. She had assumed the transition from Riverdale High to Southside High would be rough at best, but other than the security guard mess this morning, her classes had been smooth sailing so far.
As they got to her locker, Betty curiously tugged off the small poster that had been taped to the front.
Come Join the Red and Black
Southside High Student Newspaper
Journalists Wanted!
Today, 11/11 3:15PM
It was lazily thrown together in black and white on printer paper, a small ClipArt of a quill and piece of paper underneath the header. Betty felt her heart tug at the reminder of the Blue and Gold, Riverdale Highâs student newspaper, and her baby. It had only been a week since she had to declare her student newspaper on hiatus until the end of the renovations and she was already missing it.
âWhoa, who is that?â Veronica suddenly grabbed Bettyâs arm as she folded the poster and tucked it into her purse, glancing in the direction her best friend was staring.
The student who had come to her rescue earlier that morning was walking towards them, hands shoved in his pockets, large headphones covering his ears, broody frown permanently etched across his face.
The hallway had fallen silent and Betty found herself biting her lip again, a seemingly automatic response to this guy, her eyes trailing down his slender frame and back up to his cool blue eyes.
Which were now staring back at her.
âShit!â Betty quickly turned, slamming her locker door shut and pressing her forehead against the cool metal. Could she be more obvious/totally embarrassing?!
âDamn,â Kevin grinned, walking up to Betty and Veronica, his backpack slung across his shoulder, âthat guy is delicious. Grumpy, but delicious.â
âWho is that, Kev?â Veronica asked, smiling curiously at Betty who had finally pulled her forehead away from her locker.
âJughead Jones? The Serpent Prince?â he said, raising his eyebrows at the girls, âyou two live under a rock, or what?â
Bettyâs fists were clenched as she stood outside the door to the makeshift office of the Red and Black. She glanced quickly at her watch. 3:14pm.
Did she really need to do this? Riverdale High was only going to be closed for a year, for Christâs sake. Â
But her heart needed to write, she knew that. And she couldnât stop just because the Blue and Gold was on a break. Besides, this could be a good way for her to make friends at Southside High. She certainly could use a few of those.
Stilling her beating heart, she opened the door to find about 20 or so students sitting around the room, all of whom quickly turned to stare at her.
Clinging her bag closer to her body, she brushed her fingers against her blonde ponytail, smoothing the stray hairs down as she quickly found a seat in the back. There were maybe one or two other Riverdale High students there, but she didnât know them and so opted to sit silently alone. Observing.
âOkay,â a girl said, standing and moving to the front of the room, running her fingers through her light pink hair, âwelcome to the Red and Black. Iâm Toni Topaz, the photographer for the paper.â
Betty quickly broke out her pastel pink notebook and scribbled Toni Topaz - Photographer across the top.
âThank you all for coming-â
The door swung open as Jughead Jones walked in, nodding at Toni before dropping his satchel to the ground and leaning against the large wooden desk behind her.
âJughead Jones, editor of the Red and Black.â
Toni smiled at him before turning back to the students and continuing, âso the newspaper has grown a bit more popular due to recent events and we would like to invite a few more journalists to join.â
Jughead Jones â Editor. Betty forced herself to look up as Toni spoke, trying to calm her nerves as Jughead looked about the room, gauging the potential.
His eyes paused on hers for a second and she felt herself smiling slightly at him, whether out of attraction, nervousness or habit, she didnât want to know. Â
He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck and Betty immediately turned her attention back to Toni, cursing her nice personality and pounding heart for betraying her.
The Serpent Prince?! Really, Betty, get it together.
âSo, how does that sound? Everyone just submit a piece of your best writing and Jughead and I will let you all know next week whether youâve been given a spot on the Red and Black,â Toni says, leaning against the desk next to Jughead before adding, âgot anything to add, Jones?â
Betty leans forward as he stands, her pen pressed against her notebook, ready to take notes on whatever he needed to add.
âYeah,â he says, standing and folding his arms casually across his chest, his eyes focused on her, âweâre only looking for Southside writers. No Northsiders.â
Note: This is a new multi fic that I've been working on so I hope you enjoy! You all know how much I love my cocky confident Jughead haha. I love hearing your thoughts, so feel free to leave them if you want! â¤
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