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I now have 100 followers, so I wrote this in celebration, and also as a thanks. It

took a while, and I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: College AU. Roman and Paton have gotten together, and Virgil is worried that everyone -and Logan- will expect him and Logan to get together as well.

Word Count: 4549

Pairings:  Analogical, Royality

Warnings: bit of angst, self-doubt, that sorta thing, hospital mention, fainting, let me know if there’s anything else

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For as long as anyone could remember, Logan, Patton, Virgil, and Roman had been the best of friends. They were always somehow in the same classes in elementary school, shared many classes in junior high and high school, and now were going to the same college- and they were roommates!

Recently, however, Roman and Patton had started dating. Virgil was happy for them- he really was. But…

Now everyone was gonna expect him and Logan to date too. I mean, they were both gay, so why wouldn’t they date? Right?

And it’s not like Virgil didn’t have feelings for Logan, he did. But the expectations were too high.

So, he started to avoid Logan- and his feelings.

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Just a cute little drabble I thought of. Mostly based off of me, and my thoughts.

No warnings :)

Patton did not like coffee.

It was much too bitter and made him quite jumpy.

Tea was not really his... Well, it wasn't his cup of tea, either. None of the flavors he tried were ever that good, so he just stopped trying after a while.

Be enjoyed hot chocolate, but that was more of a winter or special occasion thing.

Hot drinks weren't quite for him.

As for juices, orange juice as weird, apple juice was too sweet, and really, what other juice was worth mentioning?

Alcoholic beverages did not suit him either. He did not like the feeling of not having a clear head. So he swore off those a long time ago.

No, Patton really enjoyed sodas. The sheer amount of different flavors excited him. Coca-Cola alone had so many different flavor combinations to try. He made a goal to try all of them. Needless to say, Virgil was a tad concerned with this goal, saying how it was unrealistic and crazy, but Patton did not listen. He wanted to try them all.

But no matter how many sodas he tried, his favorite remained Dr. Pepper.

He couldn't explain it though. Something about it was just divine to him. No other soda could replace what he had with Dr. Pepper. Every time he tried it, it was like the first time, an explosion of flavors combined together in just the right way… delicious.

This is how Patton thinks of dating. He’s tried every type of guy out there… but the only one for him is Roman. He couldn't say exactly what it was about him that was perfect, but Patton knew nobody could ever replace him.

Tags: @panic-at-theeverywhere @denial2de-nile

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Heartbreak

Wrote another angsty story! No happy ending for anyone, spoiler alert, sorry :/

Anyway, enjoy! :D

Warnings: angst, self-hate, sadness, no happy ending, let me know about anything else

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Roman wasn't sure of anything anymore. he wasn't sure where he was, or even who he was.

Not since the break-up.

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He was sat on his bed, homework scattered around him, but he was only thinking of that night.

“I don't think we should continue this relationship.”

They had been on a dinner date. Everything has seemed fine.

Until it wasn't.

“What?”

“We are graduating soon and are both going to different jobs in different states. It just doesn't make sense for this to continue on.”

“Oh. Okay.”

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A knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts.

“Roman?” a gentle voice called from behind his locked door.

He got up, disregarding the papers on his bed, and opened the door to see Patton looking at him lovingly.

Roman began to sniffle. “Hey, Pat.”

“Oh, Roman,” his friend opened his arms and Roman fell into them, seeking comfort over his broken heart.

“What happened, Ro? Who hurt you?” Patton asked quietly.

“ Logan broke up with me,” he sobbed

Patton just held his friend tighter and silently cursed Logan for breaking his best friend's heart.

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“Logan!”

There was no response. Virgil knocked. “Logan?”

Again, no response. he opened the door to his room and gasped. It looked like a tornado had rampaged through the room.

Clothes and books were strewn everywhere. It seemed that Logan had torn apart his room in one of his fits of anger

Virgil sighed. He knew that it was bad, but he didn't know it was this bad. When Logan had confided in him that he knew he had to break up with Roman (long-distance relationships never really worked, he was told), he was a mess.

Logan only wanted what was best for Roman and, unfortunately, he seemed to think that the answer was breaking both of their hearts

Virgil entered the room cautiously. No Logan in sight.

“Logan?” he asked once more.

Again no reply.

Well, Logan had already left then. Virgil would just have to walk to class today

He grabbed his bag, put on his headphones and started walking.

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Logan groaned in frustration. Why had he thought that breaking up with Roman was the answer? He cursed his own stupidity.

Logan knew that Roman had secured a place in an acting troupe in California. Logan himself had gotten an internship. In Virginia. So Logan had looked up statistics on long-distance relationships and found them lacking.

Besides Roman didn't deserve a boyfriend who couldn't be right there for him. He deserved more than phone calls, texts, and the occasional Skype or Facetime. He deserved more than Logan could give him long distance.

So Logan broke up with him. In the middle of a pleasant dinner date. He went home that night and cried over his own broken heart.

Then he thought of Roman and what this had probably done to him, and he tore his room apart. He didn't deserve to have a nice room. He just broke Roman’s heart. He’d seen it in his eyes, in his small voice, accepting quietly that their relationship was over

Looking back, he could have been gentler, kinder, more compassionate. But being who he was, he had put on his robot voice and told me that they couldn't be together anymore.

He put his head in his hands in shame. Hopefully, Roman would move on, and find someone worthy of his love in California

Logan would never move on. He would always love Roman.

And he knew it.

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Tags: @denial2de-nile @panic-at-theeverywhere @mantha-has-fallen

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Just a cute little Analogical drabble!

Word count: 102

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This was Virgil’s favorite room. Here, his thoughts were more focused and calm. Here, he was able to actually think through his anxieties. But that was just an added bonus. Mostly, he loved it because it was Logan’s room. He loved to spend time with him here. Logan would be working on a schedule, or something and Virgil would be on his phone. Just being in each other’s presence was enough. Sometimes they would cuddle, both finding comfort in the other’s arms. But most of the time, they would just coexist, enjoying the knowledge that the other was right next to them. 

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Tags: @panic-at-theeverywhere @denial2de-nile @mantha-has-fallen

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I’ve only been a Fander for a bit, but I already wrote some fanfic.Whoops! Anyway, it’s just a bit of fluff. Enjoy!

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Patton giggled as another handful of flour was hurled at him. What had started as baking cookies with Virgil had quickly turned into a full-blown flour throwing fest.

Patton convinced Virgil to bake cookies with him, despite the latter insisting that he was not good at baking. Logan had been lounging on a chair in the dining room, reading a new book and Roman had been writing some new ideas for videos. They had just been enjoying some quality time together.

Virgil accidentally spilled some flour on Patton whilst he was measuring. He quickly started apologizing because he wasn’t quite sure where he fit in anymore, not after the Accepting Anxiety video. Patton laughed it off, “It’s fine, Virgil. Just a bit of flour. Nothing to worry about.” Despite the reassurances, Virgil was still a little uneasy after that. Patton saw that his anxious friend was uncomfortable, so he thought maybe he’d even it out, and make him see it wasn’t a big deal.

“Hey, Virge.” Patton smiled at him.

“Yeah?” Virgil looked over to see Patton grinning like an idiot.

“What do bakers give their significant others on Valentine’s Day?” he leaned in, still grinning crazily.

“What?” he asked hesitantly.

“FLOURS” Patton yelled and threw the flour he had been holding in his hand up in the air. As flour rained above him, Virgil groaned. From across the room, Roman snickered and Logan looked amused.

“Why doesn’t bread like warm weather?” Patton continued.

Virgil’s eyes got wide and he put his hands up. “No.”

“Cause things can get…TOASTY!” Patton threw up some finger guns. “Ayyyy?”

Virgil groaned again. He looked about and, smirking, threw some flour at Patton.

However, it landed in his open mouth. Patton stopped smiling as he realized what had just happened. He sputtered and tried to spit out all the flour, but it had congealed to his tongue and the roof of his mouth. “Virge!” He cried out. “I trusted you!”

Roman, now completely distracted from his writing, snuck around Patton and smeared flour into his hair.

“I BREAD your pardon, Roman!” Patton exclaimed. “Such behavior is unsightly for a prince!”

Virgil snickered at Patton’s flour-white hair. “How… breadful,” he laughed.

Patton gasped and turned to look at Virgil. “Virge? Did you… just make a bread pun?” he squealed.

Virgil shrank into himself a bit. “Yeah?”

Patton jumped up and down. “Yes! I’m so proud of you!”

Roman looked slightly confused, for the attention was no longer on him, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt for Virgil to share the spotlight… for a little bit, at least. He smirked.

While the others were talking, Logan put is book down and watched the three having fun. He felt a twinge of jealousy that he wasn’t included in their jollity. He then had an idea.

“Hey Ro!” Logan called out, with the bucket of flour in his hands. “I believe, if my calculations are correct, which they always are, that this bucket has about 4 and ½ cups of flour in it. What would happen if it were all to be dumped on someone, say a prince, perhaps?”

Romans eyes widened as he realized what Logic was saying. “You wouldn’t!” But roman want sure.

“Try me, Princey!”

Roman pulled Patton in front of him, like a shield, “You’ll have to get through him first!” he cried out triumphantly.

“Now, now kiddos. Lets calmed down a bit. “Patton chuckled nervously, not wanting to get flour dumped on him.

“Hiding behind a civilian. Not very princely of you, Roman!” Logan half stated, half taunted.

“I have to agree with Lo.” Virgil smirked. “Besides, if flour got on Patton’s glasses, how would he see?”

Logan just smiled. Romans triumphant grin disappeared as Logan started forward, the bucket of flour in hand. Patton ducked out of Roman’s arms as a flurry of flour was dumped on Roman.

“Well, Princey, what have you got to say to that?” Logan stood victorious over the fallen prince.

As Roman stood, covered in flour, all three sides burst out laughing. Roman tried to be pouty, but Patton, and Logan, and Virgil laughing a the same time was just too infectious for him to stay upset for long. He caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror and had to admit, he looked pretty funny. He started laughing with the others, and pretty soon, they were all throwing flour at each other, and giggling uncontrollably as they were each splattered with flour.

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I had this idea away from home and managed to remember it and write it when I got home. As I do hot yoga, I know how it can help, so I thought, why not write a little one shot.

Word Count: 1923

Pairings: None- just platonic friendships

Warnings: shouting, I guess, let me know if there’s anything else

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Virgil kept disappearing from their dorm at weird hours. Not weird because he was gone at night, though. Weird because they were times like 3 in the afternoon. Or 7:30 am. Random. There was no rhyme or reason to them. He was always gone for two hours, and was completely unreachable for those two hours. His three best friends and  roommates had no idea what to make of this.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Roman wondered aloud, not for the first time, and not for the last.

“Well, it’s not therapy, those are on his schedule, so we can help remind him to go. It’s not any classes, it’s way too late in the semester for him to be adding any new ones. And it’s not anything he’s told us about. I have no idea at what he could be doing for two hours,” Logan tried to reason out.

“Well. whatever it is, he seems to be doing a lot better,” Patton pointed out. The three watched as Virgil hummed to himself while making a sandwich in the kitchen. “He’s sleeping better, he’s actually eating, and he’s happy.”

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[practicallypattonineveryway]

I had this idea away from home and managed to remember it and write it when I got home. As I do hot yoga, I know how it can help, so I thought, why not write a little one shot.

Word Count: 1923

Pairings: None- just platonic friendships

Warnings: shouting, I guess, let me know if there’s anything else

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Virgil kept disappearing from their dorm at weird hours. Not weird because he was gone at night, though. Weird because they were times like 3 in the afternoon. Or 7:30 am. Random. There was no rhyme or reason to them. He was always gone for two hours, and was completely unreachable for those two hours. His three best friends and  roommates had no idea what to make of this.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Roman wondered aloud, not for the first time, and not for the last.

“Well, it’s not therapy, those are on his schedule, so we can help remind him to go. It’s not any classes, it’s way too late in the semester for him to be adding any new ones. And it’s not anything he’s told us about. I have no idea at what he could be doing for two hours,” Logan tried to reason out.

“Well. whatever it is, he seems to be doing a lot better,” Patton pointed out. The three watched as Virgil hummed to himself while making a sandwich in the kitchen. “He’s sleeping better, he’s actually eating, and he’s happy.”

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