#vile also likes 'share a space and do your own thing in companionable quiet' but you gotta kind of know them first for that shit to be like

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SP Characters & First Dates

Because. There's not a lot of imagine/preference type content in this fandom and I think that's a bit sad actually? I like seeing this lame shit in other fandoms. Embrace the trash.

Become one with the cringe.

Ghastly is an old-fashioned romantic who loves the simple things in life. He'd invite you over for a fantastic homecooked meal - suggestions welcome - and an evening of good conversation. If he doesn't know your alcohol preference he panics and picks up a selection just in case. He mostly wants to talk about you and your life, not him and his magic. He offers to drive you home or get you an Uber when you decide it's time to head out.

Dexter's ideal first date is usually along the lines of quadbiking, or abseiling, or camping together - if you suggest an outdoorsy activity, it nets you extra enthusiasm. It's very casual - you roast snacks on a campfire and share some beers, and he'll keep you entertained with amusing anecdotes about his adventures. He's very chilled out and he'll be upfront that sex is on the table if you want it, you know where his tent is, but no pressure.

Skug is classy and likes to impress, and throwing money around is his love language, so your date is probably at like, the opera, or the ballet, or an art gallery - somewhere he can make use of the Hot Voice to lean in and quietly translate particularly poetic lyrics or point out that all the paintings in this room resemble you, have you noticed, because 300 years ago your features/figure/hair type were the absolute height of desirability - with an expensive dinner afterwards. He picks you up, pays for everything, and makes sure you get home safely afterwards. He'll get kind of flustered if you invite him in for a nightcap, but it's a flattered kind of flustered, and he won't turn down someone he's clicked with.

Saracen has an awful lot of money and likes to gamble, so he'd probably suggest an evening at the high rollers' table in a fancy casino. He'll teach you to play all the games - who cares how much you lose as long as you're having fun? It's only money - and claim he's your good luck charm. He's actually just able to see the other players' cards and advise accordingly, but if you ask he'll tap his nose and say he knows things.

Erskine is a lunch guy rather than a dinner guy, and he likes to lounge. He'd prefer a cozy booth at an upscale café than a walk in the sunshine, and an afternoon relaxing on the beach tops...literally anything Dexter would come up with. He's very charming and affable, but he likes to keep things casual - discussing heavy topics like What He Wants In A Relationship are a bit much a bit too soon for someone with this many trust issues. He has Strong Opinions about wine, and he'll enjoy introducing you to different flavours and scents. He'll probably leave before you do though - his job is time-intensive and he doesn't really get guaranteed off hours where nobody can call him and claim he's needed in the office.

Larrikin is fun-loving, full of energy and the world's cheapest date. He likes to bar-hop, will always get up to do karaoke (and sign you up for a duet while he's at it) and will start grinding on you once he's had a few drinks and "his jam" (any song he enjoys) comes on. Honestly it's entirely possible you didn't even arrive with him - he's so comfortable with people that he'll just casually attach himself to someone he likes and whoops, you're on a date now. He enjoys drinking games like 20 Questions or Two Truths, One Lie - anything with a fun aspect to it. He's almost alarmingly upfront about what he likes and what he's looking for, but like, he's gonna have and be a good time anyway, even if you're ultimately not compatible.

Shudder is shy, introverted and not great at talking about himself, so he likes going to educational places like aquariums or zoos, somewhere there's a distraction so that he feels less like he's under a microscope. He actually knows a lot of pointless fun facts, which make for good icebreakers, but he prefers to listen while you do most of the talking - though, if you ask him questions, he's happy to answer them.

Mevolent is a public figure and under a lot of scrutiny, so he'll usually send a servant to unobtrusively invite you to some private activity - like a nice long country ride. He's a bit awkward, but if you bring up a subject he loves, like books or sigils, he'll get really enthusiastic and chatty and kind of tell you 8495737 new things about The Thing. Bickering with him is actually a good thing - he's used to getting whatever he wants whenever he wants it, and he's fascinated by someone who can tell him no, or that he's wrong. He'll thoroughly enjoy a good debate. (He's also very tall. He knows. He's literally waiting for you to comment on it. If you make it the entire date without telling him how tall he is, he'll like you a lot more.)

Nef is classy in his own world's way, but he's had to adapt a lot to life with few resources in Roarhaven, so he's a lot more open to trying new things that he would've turned up his nose at 50 years ago. He'll trail around a museum with you or go watch a - preferably horror, he's living vicariously these days - film at a drive-in, and he'll even let you cuddle into his side if you get spooked. But he'll also start helpfully explaining that this is all very unrealistic, the onscreen killer has terrible flaying technique, the actor hasn't researched this at all. So, you know, swings and roundabouts. He's an odd combination of 17th and 21st century manners - he'll still offer you his arm while you're walking, but he'll also absolutely try and get in your pants by the end of the night.

Vile - because he's canonically dateable now - is a challenge, because you have to do most of the work. He can be won over, and a little part of him that misses affection even wants to be, but he's massively traumatised and he's not going to come around easily to the idea of opening up or having A Weakness again. He's not a talker, so he's happiest with someone else carrying the conversation, but he can be drawn into a chat more easily if it's not about him. He likes to get out of the city and burn off some excess magic - a refreshing full-tilt gallop across open ground, or a makeshift shooting gallery where you can toss targets for him to hit with shadows in mid-air. Talking to him about anything that's not the Faceless Ones is appreciated too - it's tough sometimes, being a nonbeliever surrounded by zealots. A conversation where he isn't told at least once that the gods will burn his bones is a good conversation. (Or you could always, you know, fight him.)

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Friends in Dark Places [ch 15]

pairing: moxiety, logince, background eventual remile, background eventual remy/emile/deceit

WARNINGS: mentioned panic attack, mentioned depressive episode, depression, anxiety, verbal arguments, insults, kissing, PDA, self hatred, internalized homophobia, mentioned PTSD, food mentions, eating, swearing,  anger, yelling, fighting, misunderstandings, crying, possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter@band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

a/n: jsyk, it’s totally okay to ask for a modified chapter if you need it or if i need to add tags! i get it, and it’s no problem for me to quick edit a chapter or whatever :) also, feel free to send requests or questions that you have!

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Mrs. Shea called Patton down about an hour before dinner. Although he’d expected this conversation, the whole depressive-spiral only made things more stressful.

“So what happened last night, honey?” She took a sip of her tea.

“Virgil had a panic attack, obviously. I think that after the first slow song, the abrupt shift in volume overloaded his brain, and he just needed to get out. He fled pretty soon after, so I went to go calm him down. And then, um…” Patton paused. He was hesitant to share the next part.

“Go on, Pat. Everything you say is completely confidential.”

“Then Virgil kissed me.” Patton’s voice was barely a whisper. The embarrassed heat in his cheeks was nearly unbearable.

“Did you kiss him back? Oh my gosh, is he a good kisser?” Mrs. Shea pressed, a giddy smile on her face.

“Mom!”

“At least tell me tell me that you didn’t leave him hanging.” She wiggled her eyebrows jokingly.

“Mother!”

“Alright, alright,” her voice returned to being serious. “And what about this morning? It’s so unlike you to lock yourself up like that, honey.”

Patton bit his lip. “I overthought things. I got it in my head that I wasn’t good enough for Virgil, so I holed myself away because then I wouldn’t have to deal with it. But then Logan forced me to talk with Virgil, and we had a really good heart-to-heart and ended up making things official.”

There were a few beats of silence. “So did you kiss him?”

“Yes, mom! I kissed my boyfriend!” Patton exploded, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m glad that--unlike Roman and Logan--you two finally got your shit together so I won’t have to deal with your ridiculous heart eyes anymore.” Patton choked on his tea, and Mrs. Shea just shook her head in amused irritation. “Those two are just insufferable! Like, can you imagine crushing that hard on someone without realizing that it was requited? Clueless morons.”

“What?” Patton sharply coughed, trying hard to get a handle on his incident.

“Oh, don’t tell me you can’t see it, too! They never stop staring at each other; it’s disgusting.” She took a gentile sip of her tea, as if she hadn’t said a word.

“No, no! I have; trust me. I didn’t realize that you noticed. God, and you don’t even have to hang out with them! Roman constantly flirts with Logan, but Lo’s so clueless he doesn’t understand. But, of course, when Logan tries to compliment Roman, Roman takes it as Logan trying to learn slang terms. It’s literal torture!” Patton sighed, leaning forward on his hands. It had been a long time since he’d had a nice chat with his mom, and he had missed it.

“Please, Pat. I’m begging you. Play matchmaker for them. They’ll never get there themselves,” Mrs. Shea said with an air of actual worry in her voice. Roman and Logan were like her sons, and she couldn’t stand the thought of them ending up with someone else and, worse, unhappy.

“I will, mom.”

---

“Patton… I know that look, and I don’t like it. What are you planning?” Virgil’s voice was cautious as he caught up with his boyfriend after dinner. Patton had practically leapt from the table; his signature plotting face securely in place.

“Mom gave me an idea,” Patton said simply, rounding the corner and climbing the stairs.

“No shit. I gathered that much, but what is that idea?” He was beginning to get anxious. He didn’t like surprises in the slightest, and this was certainly a surprise.

“It’s about Logan and Roman. After mom and I talked, we realized we needed to do something about them.” Patton swung open his bedroom door and made a beeline for his desk. He grabbed out a notebook and a few pencils before swiveling his second chair around to face Virgil on the bed.

“What do we need to—Oh! Oh my god, no way! That makes so much sense.” The pieces clicked together neatly in Virgil’s mind. He’d seen the little glances and hidden blushing, but he had never taken any notice to them. It made so much sense.

“Exactly! They’re absolutely clueless, so we need to help them figure it out.” Patton titled the page. How to Get Two Idiots Together. Virgil thought that it fit quite well.

“Alright, what do you suppose?”

A sly smile grew on Patton’s face. “Well…”

---

By Monday afternoon, all of the blocks had perfectly fallen into place. The group would first go to the diner before heading to the park. It would be perfect.

Logan picked Virgil and Patton up at five o’clock sharp. Roman was only slightly done up; he had a neutral brown smokey eye and deep purple lipstick. He looked wonderful, and Virgil caught Logan glancing at Roman every so often under the cover of checking for traffic. It was odd seeing Logan actively checking someone out, but he couldn’t help but think that it was pretty adorable.

They stepped into the bustling diner about fifteen minutes later, sitting in their normal booth. Patton and Virgil obviously sat on one side, forcing the oblivious duo to the other. Phase one initiated.

For the entire five minutes before they had ordered, Virgil and Patton didn’t take their attention off of each other. They giggled at the other’s jokes, lightly kissed when applicable, and even leaned on each other as a gesture of protection. Roman and Logan were left to their own devices. It took a minute, but the two began a quiet discussion about the couple across from them, careful to make sure the others didn’t hear.

“They are truly disgusting,” Roman grimaced. He was the romantic one of the group, but even that PDA was a tad extra.

“Yes. But I am glad that Patton has found someone to be happy with. See the look in his eyes, Ro? He hasn’t looked like that since he started dating Jason,” Logan pointed out, watching as Virgil quickly pressed a kiss to Patton’s lips.

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that jerk!” Roman groaned. “I agree, though. It’s going to be good for him. Ah, it’s been too long since I’ve had someone like that.”

There was a moment of hesitation before Logan spoke again. “Me as well.”

They sat in silence for half of a second before Emilia walked up to their table. “Oh my goodness! Has Patton found himself someone? He looks absolutely adorable, sweetheart!” A bright pink blush formed on both Patton and Virgil’s cheeks, but Virgil’s became even deeper as she said, “Aren’t you going to say something, honey?”

“I—Uh… I’m…” Virgil sputtered. 

Emilia roared with laughter, lightly ruffling the teen’s hair. “I’m kidding. What can I get you?”

They all ordered without incident, but Virgil’s flubbed words weren’t forgotten. “Flustered Virgil is so cute!” Patton squealed, covering his mouth with clenched fists. Virgil pulled his hood over his face and groaned.

“Shut up, Pat,” he muttered from his dismal cavern.

Roman nodded in affirmation.“He’s quite right. But do you know who’s even funnier when they’re caught off guard? Logan! He blushes like mad and ends up just spouting off random scientific factoids,.” He smirked, lightly knocking Logan with his shoulder. The latter blushed fiercely and groaned.

“Roman…” Logan chided gently.

“I’m… sorry!” Roman said between intense bouts of laughter.

“C’mon, kiddo. Let’s not torture Logan.” Patton’s voice was stern, but still loving.

“Fine, fine.” Roman wiped the tears from his eyes and sat back in the booth.

Patton returned his attention to Virgil, reaching his hand under his boyfriend’s hood to gently swipe the hair from his eyes. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Virgil flicked his hood down and nodded. He placed a light kiss on Pat’s cheek to reaffirm that he was, in fact, fine. It was made even better by the fact that Virgil teasingly hovered his face just centimeters from Patton’s with a devilish smirk before pulling away. Patton pouted and turned to look out the window in mock displeasure. Virgil worriedly put his hand on Pat’s shoulder, not quite sure if Patton was joking. Logan and Roman both caught the flash of a smile on Patton’s face before he spun around and kissed Virgil on the nose.

“Absolutely vile,” Roman muttered.

“As if you wouldn’t be doing the same thing if you were in their situation,” Logan retorted with a pointed eyebrow raise. Ro dramatically turned to face his booth partner; their faces ended up just barely apart. A flicker of realization flitted across Roman’s features as soon as he took in how close they were. It was microscopic, unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but Virgil and Patton saw it.

Their satisfaction, however, was cut short by the food arriving. The four friends munched quietly, barely talking at all. Well, except for when Virgil and Roman threw jabs—and often French fries—at each other. When that happened, it was all-out chaos.

Less than an hour later, Logan pulled into the gravel parking lot of their favorite park, parking all the way at the end of the nearly empty space. Most families were already back home to have dinner, so they’d pretty much have the place to themselves. Patton excitedly led the group, dragging a less than energetic Virgil to all of the prettiest spots of the park.

“This is the strangest feeling; it's as if I’m a parent who is proud of their child for finding someone they’re happy with,” Logan mused as he walked along the winding paths with Roman. It was near impossible to keep up with Excited Patton—a lesson that Virgil was learning very quickly—and the two decided it be best to save their energy for when they had to carry Tired Patton to the car.

“I feel the same way. Our boy is growing up so fast!” Roman paused for a few steps. “I wish I had something like that—a relationship, I mean.”

Logan flat out laughed at that. Was he fucking kidding? “Roman, you can have literally anyone you want, and all you’d have to do is say ‘go!’”

“It’s not that simple,” Roman mumbled. It really wasn’t. He couldn’t have the one person that he wanted. He wasn’t Logan’s type at all; he was infuriatingly dumb and all over the place, not neat and smart like who Logan wanted.

Not cis, either, and although Logan had been so accepting when he’d come out, it wasn’t like cis gay guys were suddenly going to jump at the chance to date DFAB dudes with PTSD.

“I’m not following. You have everyone drooling over you, yet you can’t have who you want?” Logan’s face grew puzzled, contemplating the evidence.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Roman’s voice sounded dismissive, but he didn’t mean it that way. He was frustrated in himself. He couldn’t own up to his own feelings and tell Logan. No. Of fucking course not.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t understand? I’m not some kindergartener to whom you’re trying to explain basic multiplication! I can figure things out, Roman, even if I’m not great with feelings,” Logan snapped, stopping dead in his tracks. Roman stopped, too, and spun to face his friend.

“Can you, Logan? Because sometimes you’re as perceptive as the dirt on the bottom of your shoe! It’s infuriating that I can’t get my thoughts through to you, of all people!” Roman roughly jabbed at Logan’s chest. He knew he shouldn’t be acting so rashly, but he was far too frustrated and angry to stop himself.

Thoughts swirled around Logan’s mind as he tried to formulate something intelligent to say. How in the world had he fallen for someone as rude as Roman fucking Patrick? He really was an idiot, wasn’t he? It was ridiculous to have thought that he’d be able to get past the prickly sarcasm to see Roman’s caring nature.

A sickening cackle escaped Logan. “That’s rich coming from you! I can’t believe you’d say something like that about your best friend of five years.” He shook his head in anger. “I’m done with this. You three can walk home for all I care.”

It took a few seconds for the fight to register in Roman’s brain, and by then, he had been left staring at Logan’s retreating figure. What the fuck had he done? He slowly turned and began walking down the trail towards Virgil and Patton’s voices. He’d ruined everything.

The moment that Virgil saw Roman’s expression, he started to feel anxious. He hadn’t known the guy for too long, but he could clearly tell that something was up. “Dude, are you okay? Where’s Logan?”

You can’t tell them the truth! They’ll hate you.

“Logan and I had a disagreement, and he got so pissed that he decided to bail.” 

Roman looked more upset than he let on, but Virgil didn’t push. He knew what it was like to want to keep some things to himself.

“Well, I suppose we should call someone to pick us up. Roman, do you want my mom to drop you off at home?” Patton asked, already pulling out his phone.

“No, I’m just going to walk home. See you guys tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Virgil agreed, nodding his goodbye.

---

Roman quietly closed his bedroom door, shutting himself off from the world. He slipped into his pajamas and sat lightly on the edge of his bed. The tears ran down his cheeks like tiny raindrops on a car window. He buried his face into his pillow and cried until sleep finally absorbed his consciousness.

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(a/n: roman isn’t out as trans to virgil yet, jsyk!)