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chefdoeuvre · 4 years ago

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Liquid Courage

Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Sister!Reader

Description: When you have an older brother there is no such thing as being an adult in his eyes.

Words: 1125

Requested: yes by anonymous; number 5 and number 2 jay halstead x sister reader where he is being an overprotective big brother? thank you!

Warnings: drinking, overprotective Jay.

A/N: You guys already know I love overprotective Jay, I hope I did your request justice. Banged this request out to post on my birthday lmao. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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You walked into Molly's with your eye on the prize. The prize being getting a few drinks in your system. It was your birthday after all and if you wanted to survive the party Will and Jay planned you were going to need some liquid courage. Herrmann being Herrmann knew exactly what you needed and placed the glass of scotch in front of you. How did Will and Jay have time to plan this entire thing? In all honesty, you had no clue. The three of you were busy with work year-round, you were a paramedic at 51, Jay was a detective with intelligence, and Will was a doctor at Med. To say the Halstead siblings were constantly busy would be a drastic understatement.

Luckily today just happened to be your off-shift which meant you had plenty of time to worry about how disastrous the party would turn out to be. As much as you loved your brothers they were absolutely terrible party planners. Which was why you were always the one who planned and hosted parties, yet somehow they had convinced you that they had everything under control. You didn't really trust them on that, but you were willing to give them a shot. You had texted Jay to pick you up from Molly's whenever they decided the party would start since they didn’t actually tell you when to show up.

So there you sat sipping your scotch only to find the glass empty already. Herrmann was prepared and slid over a bottle of beer. You gave him a warm smile and went back to drinking. Your eyes scanned the bar only to realize it was practically deserted. There were a few people, sans you, who were hanging out with each other. They looked like college students just having a night out at a new bar that they've never been to.

A few hours into sitting at the bar and a few drinks in you your phone pinged signaling a text. You looked down and squinted to try and unblur your vision. From what you could gather it was Jay. You assumed that he was just texting you saying he was on his way over. You finished your beer and began to put your coat on. Herrmann had left an hour ago as another bartender, who you couldn't remember the name of, took over instead. You thought nothing of it assuming that Herrmann just went home to see his kids and Cindy.

Jay walked into the empty bar with a smug smile stopping beside you when he was close enough. You whipped around after hearing his heavy boots.

"Jay!" You exclaimed with a drunken smile.

"Hey, Y/N." Jay laughed at your excitement.

"Alright, I'm readyyy." You slurred after doing your best to fix your coat.

Jay narrowed his eyes before looking toward the almost empty beer bottle in front of your seat, "oh my god, are you drunk?" Jay bit back a sarcastic comment.

Your eyes widened knowing he would instantly become overprotective, "I can explain." You held your hands out.

"I don't wanna hear it, let's go." Jay dismissed and wrapped a sturdy arm around your shoulders as he dragged you out of the bar.

The cold wind outside began nipping at your nose slightly sobering you. You were still drunk however as you stumbled over your feet and grabbed onto Jay's shirt to keep you up.

"Alright, don't hit your head." Jay pushed your head down as you climbed into the passenger seat of his truck ungracefully.

You hiccuped as you pulled your seatbelt over to the other side and buckled it up. You looked up at him expecting an angry expression, but instead, you were met with one of concern.

"Seriously, you couldn't have waited until we got to the party?" Jay shook his head as a small smile graced his features.

"So you're not mad?" You asked with a pout.

"Oh I am, but it's your birthday so I can be your overprotective brother once it's midnight." Jay shrugged with a smirk.

You groaned as you leaned your head back and Jay started the car heading over to his apartment. He handed you a spare bottle of water and told you to drink it all. By the time you guys had arrived to your party you were slightly more aware of your surroundings and could form a few coherent thoughts.

After unlocking the door you were met with happy faces and multiple voices screaming 'happy birthday' a grin formed on your face when you recognized it was all of your friends from the firehouse, the district, and Med. Once you received hugs from everyone you headed toward the table where glasses of champagne were set up. Before you could extend your hand to take one Jay came up beside you and grabbed your wrist.

"Uh, what do you think you're doing?" Jay mused as you pouted.

"What does it look like? I'm getting a drink." You deadpanned gesturing to the table of drinks.

"Not on my watch." Jay shook his head placing his hands on your shoulders and turned you around then pushing you away from the table handing you off to Will.

You let out a huff as Will placed an arm around your shoulders to keep you anchored between him and Jay. They stood talking to Kim and Natalie about you and telling embarrassing stories of you as a child. Apparently, they had an endless amount of them because whenever you thought they didn't have any more they go into depth with ten more. One particular story garnered the attention of everyone in the apartment. They all gathered around listening to Will and Jay, letting out loud laughs when they got to the good parts. You stood there turning into a tomato out of embarrassment. Your brothers were definitely doing this to get back at you with their overprotective ways. Sure they were way too protective of you, even if you were an adult and could take care of yourself just fine, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

The boys had finished their embarrassing stories and everyone turned to their friends and engaged in conversation. You thought you finally had a way out and tried to slip out from under Will and Jay's hold. However, the two men had other plans as they quickly pulled you back to stand beside them. You rolled your eyes at your brothers before eventually giving up and crossing your arms over your chest as you continued standing beside them. Yeah, there was no way you were going to have any alcohol or get away from your annoying and overprotective older brothers for the rest of the night.

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kindajared · 5 years ago

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Just A Kiss || JotaroXReader Part 1

(And now begins the slow burn! Get readyyy!!)

Yo(u rested your hand in your palm. Last class of the day. Thank god for that. You swung your feet back and forth. You closed your eyes, totally out of steam.

Luckily, the bell rang then. You rested your hand back down on your desk. You reached down for your tote back and brought it up, sliding your books and pencils etc. inside.

You stood up from your desk but bumped into someone. It was Jotaro Kujo.

“Oh! Jeez I’m so sorry, Jotaro.” He took a step past you so that he was out of the aile, stopping to make sure you wouldn’t fall.

“Don’t worry about it. You okay?” You nodded, running a hand through your hair before you followed behind him. You both left the class.

“Any plans for today?” You asked Jotaro as you both exited the entrance of the school.

“Nah.” He replied, attention forward. You thought to yourself for a moment.

“Well…do you wanna hang out with little old me?” He stopped, as did you. He looked up; it was almost comical, as he thought. He looked back down.

“Yeah, sure.” His serious tone didn’t really make you feel like he was really interested, but it was Jotaro, he probably was despite the way he spoke.

“I was thinking of going to the coffee shop, wanna walk there? It’s close.” You offered with a sweet smile.

“Yeah, I could go for a coffee.” He replied, looking up at the sky. He did that a lot. You only wondered What he was thinking when he did.

“Well, let’s go then.”

You both walked at a decent pace to the nearby local coffee shop. He was silent as usual. As you grew closer to your destination you nudged his arm. He looked down at you.

“What?” He responded

“I’ve been wondering about…just about you. How have you been?” You asked as you walked. He lifted a brow at your question.

“I’m not really sure how to answer that. Fine, I guess.” He looked forward again. The shop came into view.

“Uhg, is that all you have to say?” You complained, rolling your eyes at his response.

“Whad’ya want me to say?” He asked, slightly annoyed.

“I dunno, something not so simple. Like how you’re feeling…what you’ve been up to.. Stuff like that.” You told him, hoping he would at least understand that.

You came upon the entrance to the coffee shop and walked in, It smelled wonderful. You sighed happily. You loved going there.

“Whacha want, big guy?” You asked, looking up at him. You both took a few more steps inwards as to not block the door.

“I don’t really care, just a black coffee.” He told you, looking up at the options that were written up on the chalkboard.

“You got it.” You began to walk to give your order, but he gently grasped your bicep.

“I’m paying.” He ended up following behind you. Whenever you would go out and do things together, he never let you pay. It was sweet, but it got on your nerves.

“Jotaro, come on, just this once?” He shook his head, closing his eyes.

“No. Not this time not ever.” He replied, stepping in front of you to order. He ordered a black coffee and a caramel machiatto…which was your favorite. You smiled to yourself, blushing he always remembered stuff like that.

As you waited for your orders to be ready, you head a few voices from behind you.

“Oh, Jotarooo!”

It was some girls from school. Uhg. Gross. Jotaro didn’t even turn around.

When they saw you they snarled.

“Ew, what is she doing here?” Their tones were nasty. You just ignored them as Jotaro did. This was not something new.

When your orders were ready, jotaro picked up your cups. When he handed you yours you nearly dropped it. You caught it, but Jotaro had grabbed ahold of your wrist to steady it. Your heart skipped a beat, you looked up at him. His ocean blue eyes killed you.

“Thanks.” You let out a small laugh.

You both went to sit down at a small table next to the window. After taking a sip of your coffee you spoke.

“So, I was asking about you about how you were. Can you elaborate on anything.?” You asked, prodding for an answer. He held his cup with both hand on the table. They engulfed it.

“I don’t have anything interesting for you. I’m the same as always.” He brought the cup up to his mouth and took a drink.

“Laaaame.” You rolled your eyes. He shot you a look. You just smiled at him.

“Jotaaarooo.” And there they were again, those obnoxious school-girls. You looked away from them, out the window.

Jotaro looked down at his cup, hat casting a shadow over his eyes.

“Hey Jotaro, how was school?” One of them asked.

“Yeah, did you have a good day?”

“You look really cu-,”

“SHUT UP.”

He nearly roared, finally looking at them. His glare was scary. You knew that look well.

“I’m busy.”

He motioned to you, which you saw out of the corner of your eyes. Your face heated up.

“With her? Really?” They all put their hands on their hips.

“If you say so, Jotaro. See you on Monday!” They waved goodbye to him before leaving the shop, When you looked back you chuckled.

“I bet you loved that.” You teased. He sipped at his coffee again.

“Like hell I did, good fucking grief.” He sighed. You tilted your head.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend? They got me thinking.” He looked up at you, surprised.

“No, I’m not interested in that stuff.” He shook his head.

“Really? Don’t you like girls? Or…boys?” You asked. He started coughing. The second part of your question caught him off guard.

“No…I’m not into dudes.” He was embarrassed at his own reaction. You giggled.

“I don’t know, Jotaro. I’m suspicious.” You teased him. He wasn’t impressed.

“I like girls. Just girls.” He was blushing now. It was adorable.

“Well there’s my answer. Loud and clear.” You both continued to drink, finishing after about 5 more minutes of conversation.

He took your cup from you when you were done, standing up to go and throw both of your drinks away. You got up too. You left the shop together.

“Thanks for the goods.” You bowed slightly, referring to your drink. He gave you a small smile. You could faint then and there. He had the best smile. He nodded his head.

“This is where we part ways.” He said, giving you a casual wave before turning to walk off, but you ran towards him, hugging him from behind. You squeezed your eyes shut. You’d never hugged him before. You’d been friends for about 5 months now and not one hug.

He stopped in place, unmoving for a moment. Your heart nearly stepped. You loosened your hold on him. Oh god, what had you done?

Finally, he turned his body and wrapped his arms around you gently. You smiled brightly into his coat, hiding it from him.

You them mumbled something against him.

“What?” He didn’t understand you. You pulled away.

“I’ve been waiting to do that.” You let go of each other. His smile returned.

“Are you happy now then?” He asked.

“Yes, indeed!” You replied excitedly.

“Well, I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you Monday.” He turned and waved, hand up in the air before he stuffed it back in his pocket. You turned too, inwardly screaming.

“You held your bag to your chest. Oh my god! You hugged him! It was about damn time! And it was amazing! His body was just as firm as you expected, and his embrace was perfect. His clothes smelled like laundry detergent but there was a hint of something else, maybe some sort of cologne or deodorant.

You started your trek home. He was on your mind the whole way there.

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howdowormsreproduce · 7 years ago

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Working Overtime-Chapter 2

Word Count: 5900 words

Trigger warnings: ??? I don't think there is any but please tell me if there is!

Tags: @weirdsthenewnormal , @the-incedible-sulk , @em-be-lievable, @whatwashernameagain ... let me know if you wanna be added or removed from the tiny tag list

Notes: So uh yea enjoy this piece of trash

Pairings: Platonic moxiety, platonic analogical, romantic logicality

After finishing filing all the adoption papers, Logan and Patton were waiting for the day when the foster home would call them and tell them it was time for them to pick Virgil up.

Virgil had been packing for most of the day and he was finally ready to leave. After double checking about a million times, he was sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He sighed quietly and pinched himself just to make sure this wasn't a dream. He'd wanted to leave this dump for so long, it just felt so surreal. He sighed once more and picked up his duffel bag. He was ready. He had to be ready. So, after a couple of deep breaths, he finally walked out of his room to go wait for Logan and Patton to come. No, wait that wasn't right. He waited for his new dads to come. Oh god. That was going to take some getting used to.

Meanwhile, Logan was anxiously hurrying Patton up back at their house. He didn't want to be late. This was the biggest day of his life (besides marrying Patton, of course) and he couldn't be late. "Patton! Hurry up....please." Logan yelled up the stairs, adding the last word a couple seconds later. He had to be more polite. Especially if he was going to have a child on his hands. Patton didn't answer but instead skipped (and tripped) down the stairs happily. "I'm readyyy" Patton said in a singsong voice. "Okay then let's go," Logan said hurriedly, even though they technically were 5 minutes early. "Are you okay honey? You look a little anxious..." Patton asked Logan, looking at him with worry showing in his hazel eyes. "I'm fine Patton. I'm just a little... Nervous. That's all. Just nervous." Logan repeated, talking as if he was reassuring himself more than Patton. "Well okay... C'mon let's go get our son!" Patton said cheerfully, only taking one more glance towards Logan before he skipped happily out the front door and into the car. Logan sighed. Why was he so nervous? Ever since the first time they met with Virgil about a month ago, they had just clicked. It was like finding that one missing piece of the puzzle. Metaphorically of course. Virgil had been that one missing piece. And boy, did Logan like finding that one missing piece for puzzles. "Logan! You are taking forever! Come on! We gotta go!" Logan suddenly heard Patton yell from the car. Logan had been spacing out! He quickly checked his watch. Oh god! He was two minutes late! Logan gasped and hurried out the door. He quickly locked the door and got into the driver's seat. "Apologies. Let's go." Logan said as soon as he turned on the ignition. And, they were off to go pick up their new son, Virgil.

Patton had been waiting for this moment forever! He had been waiting since before they'd met Virgil. Since before he and Logan had even begun to talk about adopting. For puppy's sakes, he had wanted t since he was a kid (coincidentally enough)! He just loved the idea of it. Taking care of someone, making sure they feel loved. His parents hadn't exactly done that for Patton and he wanted to be the complete opposite of them. He would give him all the love he had to offer! Soon, Patton was daydreaming about all the fun times they would have as a family. All the theme parks and museums. Oh and baking, lots of baking! Aww, he could just imagine Logan getting ever so slightly stressed out with the mess in the kitchen and going into the living room to go do a puzzle. He could imagine Virgil going to Logan to help him with the puzzle, after seeing how stressed he was. Logan would smile and they'd finish the puzzle. Right? Virgil seemed like puzzle type of guy. Anyways, then they would clean up the kitchen together. Logan always helped clean up anyways because he was usually the one who finished the cookies (much to Patton's dismay). Patton sighed dreamily. He couldn't wait to be a dad! After about 10 more minutes of daydreaming, Patton felt someone lightly shake his shoulder. He immediately perked up and heard Logan calling him. "Patton? Patton! We're here already. Patton?!" Patton shook himself slightly, getting himself back to normal and quickly got out of the car. "Gee, are you must be a star, cause I sure was spacing out!" Patton said cheerfully, laughing at his own joke. "That was terrible. Absolutely terrible." Logan said with a blank expression. If Patton hadn't known Logan for so long, he would have believed that the man in front of him really thought the joke sucked. But, Patton had known him for a long enough time to easily spot his lips curling into an ever so tiny smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Okay, I'll agree, not my best. Now C'mon, let's go get our son!" Patton said excitedly, almost exploding with happiness. Patton and Logan walked through the front door, and there he was, sitting on the couch with his headphones on, Patton and Logan's new son, Virgil.

Virgil looked up from his MP3 player as he heard the front door creak open. Patton and Logan-no, his new dads were right there. They were looking at him so fondly. Virgil simply froze in place. He didn't know what to do. Should he greet them? Should he run up to hug them as he had before? He had no idea what to do. He was running various scenarios through his head when he heard a warm voice. "Hiya Virgil! You remember me? I'm Patton. And this is Logan." Patton gestured towards his husband, who was not only slightly sweating, but his eyes are darting in every direction except Virgil's. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and looked like he was ready to bolt at any second. Logan nodded his head and breathed in deeply. He wiped the small beads of sweat that were forming on his forehead away. He made eye contact with Virgil and took his hands out of his pockets. "Salutations. I'm Logan. I mean we've already met so I suppose this is quite useless... And I absolutely hate giving useless information... But my information is never useless... Until now... But that's not the point... What I'm trying to say is...I um... Well... You S-see.." Logan went on, trying to start over when his Patton slightly nudged his arm. "Logan, honey, you're rambling. Why don't I speak okay?" Patton asked gently. Logan almost immediately nodded and shut his mouth. "So, we're here to take you home! Do you have everything packed?" Patton asked giddily, but also somehow with a tinge of softness. "Oh uh yeah, everything's packed," Virgil replied quietly, holding up his small duffel bag to show he had packed. Immediately, Patton frowned. "That's all you have?! Well, we'll fix that later. For now, I'll put it in the car." Patton said, gesturing for Virgil to hand him the duffel bag. "Oh no, I can take it easy. Really, it's fine." Virgil said, looking slightly scared. "I don't want to bother you. Really. I can carry it." Patton was extremely worried. Why was Virgil acting this way? "What's wrong? Think good ol' Patton can't handle a duffel bag?" Patton asked jokingly. "Of course not sir, I'm sure your very strong and I'm sorry for offending you, I really just meant to stay out of your way. Of course, you can carry the duffel bag if you wish, sir." Virgil said hurriedly, looking as if he was waiting to be smacked. Patton was dumbfounded. Why was he acting like this? It was simply a joke. "Virgil, it was only a joke. And you don't have to call me sir. Pat or Dad is just fine. Its okay if you're not ready for Dad, though. Pat or Patton will work just fine." Patton said gently. "Are you okay?" "Of course I am si- I mean Patton. I just... I..." Virgil trailed off. "It's okay. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to or aren't ready for. Okay? Now, let's get you home." Patton told him softly. Once they had everything checked out, they got into the car. Even though this was the foster home that Virgil had been at was the nearest to Logan and Patton's house, it was still a good 15 minutes away. It was silent for about 5 minutes before Logan said something. "So, Virgil, what are your interests?" Logan asked quietly. "Uh oh well I don't know.", said Virgil extremely interested in his shoes suddenly. "Oh come on buddy! There has to be something. Any hobbies. You know, music, sports, art etc. Something?" Patton said eagerly, hoping to know something new about his new son. "Patton, let him breathe for Newton's sake! Perhaps he-" but Logan was cut off by Virgil's ever so quiet voice. "I know how to play guitar. I also like to draw sometimes and people say I'm really fast at running. I also ..." Virgil said, mumbling the last part into the sleeve of his hoodie. "Wow, guitar! And drawing? Neat! I never really was good at drawing. You know, Logan's really fast too. He goes on morning runs all the time! Maybe you guys can go on morning runs together! I'm more of a skipping kinda guy myself." Patton went on, getting more excited by the second. "And what was that last part?" "Oh I uh, I ...." Virgil said once again mumbling into his sleeve. "Come on buddy, you can do it. You know we would never make fun of you." Patton said tenderly. "Well I uh, iliketowritepoemssometimes," Virgil said quickly, all at once. It took Patton a couple seconds to process it all, but after he did he gushed happily. "You do? Wow, that's sooooooo cool! Maybe you could teach me how to write!? Hey, did you know that Virgil was a Roman poet? And your name is Virgil! And you're a poet! Woooow! What a coinkydink! Hey hey, I have a poem joke for you! You ready? Here goes. Where do poems come from? Poe-trees! Do you get it? Like a poet... But trees! And also poetry you know? Poe-trees!" Patton chattered. "First of all, Patton that was absolutely appalling." Logan finally spoke up but he wasn't fooling anyone, you could see the amusement in Logan's eyes and his lips slightly curling into a smile. "Second of all, you write poems, Virgil? I used to, all the way back in high school I believe. Even though I haven't written a poem in a while, I still enjoy reading them quite a lot." Logan said calmly. "You like poems too?!" Virgil said in surprise. But before Logan could answer, Patton chimed in. "You betcha! He has shelves full of poems. He has soo much! You guys could read 'em together! I don't usually understand poetry, but there is a certain poet that I do like." Patton said with a smirk. Logan suddenly looked very serious. "Patton doesn't you dare.." but he was cut off by a mischievous Patton. "Actually, now that I think of it, I still have a couple of his poems nice and safe. In fact, I think I have them up in the attic. Not all of them. Only a couple, mmm twenty, I think?" Patton said, clearly enjoying seeing Logan so nervous. "And I believe the name of this special poet was Logan Sanders? Yup, I think that's what it was. Logan Sanders. And boy, did he write some sappy love poems." Logan's cheeks flushed red and Virgil just sat in back, trying to muffle an ongoing laugh by smothering his mouth into his hoodie. "Now, Patton, I don't think you have the share this information with uh Virgil," Logan said nervously. "You're right. I don't have to share this information with Virgil. And yet, I want to so badly." Patton said happily. "Oh, would you look at that. I think I have one of those poems saved on my phone. Hmm, this one seems real sappy, too. To share or not to share?" Patton said, almost unable to contain his giddy. "Patton.... Please..." Logan said suddenly, softly. Immediately, Patton's expression softened. His mischievous grin disappeared. His playful tone was replaced with a gentle one. "Yea yea, you're right. This material is more to keep in private." Patton said quietly. It was silent for a couple seconds before Logan said again,"That joke of yours really was horrible. The one about poems." Suddenly, Virgil cracked. He broke out in gut-wrenching laughter. He was gasping for air, but every time he stopped, he would start all over again. He was holding his stomach while tears streamed down his cheeks. It was the most beautiful thing Patton had ever heard. Virgil's laugh was the kind of thing you had to earn. And once you had earned it, you wouldn't wanna stop hearing it. Patton smiled fondly at Virgil. He already loved his son beyond belief.

"We're here," Logan said after Virgil had stopped laughing. Virgil gasped. Their house had two stories. Two! Virgil quickly got out of the car and took his duffel bag out. Patton unlocked the front door. "Welcome home, buddy." Patton beamed. Virgil shuffled past the threshold and into the house. "Wow! This place is.... Nice. I don't belong here..." Virgil thought, looking around. "I'll give you the tour of the place!" Patton declared excitedly. "Follow me!" Virgil obeyed and followed Patton as he began the tour. "Here's the kitchen. Nothing much here. Oh! Um here's the cabinet of snacks, feel free to grab as many as you like. Don't worry about breakfast, lunch or dinner. I'll take care of that. You'll probably find me in the kitchen most of the time since I love to bake. Uh, Yea. On to the next room!", Patton cheered. "So, this is the laundry room but you won't be going in here much. Logan usually does the laundry since there are so many creepy-crawly-death-dealers in here!" Patton visibly shuddered. "Creepy crawly death dealers?" Virgil said, slightly raising an eyebrow. "Spiders.", Patton explained. "Anyways, let me show you the living room." Patton walked on and Virgil followed him obediently. He didn't want to get in trouble. "So here's the living room. Nothing much. Just a couple couches and a TV." Virgil was surprised to see a couch that wasn't covered in stains. The kids at the foster home weren't exactly the cleanest. He also audibly gasped when he saw the size of the TV. "I know, I know, not the latest model but it'll do," Patton said sympathetically. "Huh? No! It's huge actually. It's great." Virgil said quickly. "Okay, glad you like it! Lemme show you the bathroom real quick and then we can go upstairs!" Patton said happily, grabbing Virgil's wrist to lead him towards the bathroom. Virgil almost automatically flinched and slightly backed away from Patton. Patton immediately let go of his wrist and gave him a worried look. "Sorry if I'm overstepping any boundaries..." Patton voiced softly, looking down at his shoes. "No, it's fine. I just.... don't like being touched. At all." Virgil mumbled. "Well, that's A-OK buddy! Logan isn't much for touching and I'm happy if you're happy. And if no touching makes you happy, then I won't touch you!" Patton replied, seeming unfazed by this news. Virgil was sorta surprised. Patton seemed like the type of guy that would give you a hug if you waved to him on the street. "Logan doesn't really like being touched either. I don't know how he puts up with me, seeing as I practically hug everything I see. Anyways, here's the bathroom, right next to the living room as you can see.", Patton indicated towards a simple white door a couple feet away from the living room. "I don't think I need to show you around in there. Patton giggled. "Okay, that's the first floor of the house, onto the next!" Patton gestured towards the stairs. "Come on!" As they walked up the stairs, Virgil was still trying to comprehend why Patton was being so nice to him. He had been rude to him and had even told him he didn't like being touched even though he had hugged Logan the last time they met. He had never hugged anyone before that and if he was being completely honest, he liked how it felt. He liked being hugged. But he couldn't make himself vulnerable. He simply couldn't. When they had finished walking up the stairs, Patton began to speak again. "Upstairs is where the bedrooms are. I'll show you around. Let's start with your bedroom!" Patton insisted, leading Virgil to a door. This door was different than the other simple, white doors. This door was painted a deep purple and had Virgil's name printed onto the front of the door. They had done that for him? "Do you like it?", Patton asked nervously, twiddling his thumbs. "Logan had said to leave the door plain but I couldn't help myself. I saw you wearing purple when we first met so I thought maybe you liked the color... And then, of course, your name is written on the door." Virgil simply gaped. Patton had actually taken the time to do this for him? "If you don't like it, I can change it back to white. I can take off the name too. It's okay I can change it." Patton offered. "What? N-no! It's perfect. Purple is my favorite color", Virgil admitted. Patton's face immediately lit up. "Great! Now, let me show you your room." Patton exclaimed excitedly. He opened the door and Virgil saw his room for the first time. It was a fairly large room with 2 windows. It had a queen size bed in the middle of the room that had black covers on it with purple rain clouds all over it and a couple pillows as well. There was a desk in the corner of the room with a simple black desk chair. On the other side of the room, there were double doors to what Virgil suspected was a closet and a bookshelf near the entrance of the room. Next, to his bed, there was a nightstand with a lamp on it. Even though the room was a bit bare, Virgil loved it. "I know it's a bit simple, but we'll go shopping this weekend. We didn't exactly know what you liked, so we did our best with what we knew." Patron explained. "Not much to show to you here, but there's the closet- Patton pointed to the double doors Virgil had noticed earlier- I think you'll be able to fit all your clothes in there, judging by your duffel bag. We'll have to get you more clothes than that. And then over there's your bathroom." Patton said gesturing towards another door near Virgil's bed that Virgil hadn't noticed. Virgil was left speechless. His room was so perfect! And they were going to go buy him even more stuff?! He loved everything about his room. The simple desk and bookshelf. His humongous bed and the bed covers. His nightstand with a small lamp on it. He loved every single bit of his room with all his heart. Finally, after admiring his room for a couple seconds, Virgil spoke. "It's amazing. I love it! Really. It's great. You don't have to buy me any more stuff. It's already so perfect!" Virgil said happily. He truly loved his room. "Nonsense! Of course, we'll buy you some more stuff!" Patton insisted. Now, let's move on to the next rooms" Patton ended up showing Virgil Patton and Logan's bedroom (and told him he was welcome in there as long he knocked), the guest bedroom and the upstairs bathroom. Virgil tried to pay attention, he really did..but his mind kept wandering back to his beloved room. He wanted to just unpack, lay on the bed and listen to music. After the tour of all of the upstairs, Patton led him down the stairs. "And that's it. That's our house. You can do whatever you please now. I'll be working on lunch and Logan will probably be in his study. I didn't show you that part of the house because it's secrettt" Patton said, whispering the last part. "He reads and writes poems there. The whole thing about him having stopped writing poems was a total lie. I caught him writing once. They're so sappy! But anyways, you can go watch TV or hang out in your room. You can even go outside and meet the kids in the neighborhood if you like. I believe there's a couple kid your age around here. I'll call you for lunch when it's ready." Patton informed Virgil. "Okay. Thank you, Patton. I can help with lunch if you want." Virgil offered. "It's fine buddy! But before you do anything, why don't you go unpack?" Patton asked. "Okay. After that, I think I'll just stay in my room." Virgil replied, feeling slightly more at ease near Patton than he had expected to that day. "Sounds good buddy!" Patton responded and ventured into the kitchen, humming a cheery tune. Virgil jogged up the stairs, his duffel bag still slung across his shoulder. Once he got to his room he began to unpack. Unpacking was easy when you didn't own a lot of items. Virgil opened the closet doors and gasped. It was a walk-in closet and boy, was it huge. Not only did it have a huge rack, but it also had shelves and drawers in there. Virgil only had 10 shirts and 2 hoodies which he hung with the provided hangers that were in the closet. He also had 10 pairs of jeans, 8 of which were black and the other 2 were dark blue (All of them were unintentionally ripped but they looked as if store bought that way) which he stored on the shelves. Finally, he had 15 pairs of socks and underwears which he put in one of the drawers and he was done unpacking his clothes. He then moved on to unpacking the one pillow he had which was black with a skull on it which looked as if it belonged on his bed. He also had a small throw blanket that was black with purple polka dots on it. He folded it and put it at the foot of his bed. Then he simply put his toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom and he was done unpacking he grabbed the last couple things that were in his duffel bag: his headphones and MP3 player. Virgil flopped on to his bed (which he found out was much comfier than the bed at the foster home) and listened to music until he heard Patton call him for lunch. Virgil got out of bed and opened the door and sighed happily as the smell of lunch came wafting from the kitchen. It smelled delicious. Virgil practically ran down the stairs and saw a smiling Patton serving food onto 3 plates. "We're having pasta today. Are you allergic?" Patton asked. "No...actually, pasta is my favorite food" Virgil replied taking a seat. "Wow! Me too!!" Patton beamed, handing Virgil his plate. "Thanks... Pat" Virgil muttered. Patton smiled happily. "No problemo! I better call Logan over or else he'll stay in his study for hours." Patton explained. "Logan! Honey! Lunch is ready!" Patton yelled. Logan came from his study and his usually emotionless face lit up ever so slightly. "Pasta? My favorite?" He asked softly, looking at the food happily. "Yup! Turns out it's Virgil's favorite too!" Patton replied cheerfully. Virgil looked up at being mentioned. "Huh? Oh yeah... I love pasta" Virgil muttered. "Then you'll fit right in" Logan smiled warmly. "Thank you for the food, Patton," Logan said, turning towards Patton. "No problem, Lo! Now, eat your food." Patton remarked, pointing at Logan's plate. Logan nodded and took a seat. It was silent for a couple minutes before Logan spoke. "So, Virgil do you like the school you go to?" "Uh not really I guess. I'm not complaining but...." Virgil trailed off. "Its okay if you don't like your school buddy... In fact, I and Logan were thinking of you may be switching schools... If you would like to, of course" Patton voiced quietly. "Indeed", Logan agreed. "If you want to. Patton works at a school not far from our house as a school counselor. The school is called Ryden Academy. He-" but Logan was cut off my Virgil's gasp. "-I'm guessing you've heard of the school, then?" Logan raised an eyebrow. "Heard of it? Of course, I've heard of it. Everyone's heard of it. I've always wanted to go there! Isn't it a school for the gifted. Like art, sports, writing, etc ?" Virgil said excitedly "Affirmative," Logan replied Immediately, Virgil's mood darkened. "So how am I supposed to get in? I'm no good at any of that stuff" Virgil mumbled, feeling sadder and sadder by the minute "On the contrary, Virgil. Mrs. Dylan allowed us to see one of your old notebooks to learn more about you and some of your poems were quite satisfactory. Apologies if reading your notebooks was a violation of your privacy." Logan stated "Oh.. but I'm still nowhere near good enough to get into there," Virgil mumbled "Well, why don't you just take the test and see, alright buddy? If you don't pass we can find another school. If you do, I'll sign you up and have you a student there by next week. You can take the test this Saturday. Does that sound good, kiddo?" Patton soothed softly. "I guess." Virgil sighed quietly. "Alright. Just put your plate in the sink and I'll take care of it. You can go to your room if you want, but I'd like you to meet some of the kids in the neighborhood sometime soon. Okay?" Patton asked tenderly "Yea... That sounds good I guess. Thanks for the food. I can wash my plate, though. Really." Virgil remarked. "Actually, I'll wash the dishes tonight," Logan chimed in. "I find washing dishes quite soothing." Logan grabbed the dirty dish from Patton's hand and reached out to grab Virgil's dish too. Virgil flinched and stumbled out of his seat as Logan's hand brushed with his own. Logan looked at him alarm and worry painted his face. "Are you alright Virgil? Did I do something wrong?" Logan asked cautiously. Before Virgil could say a word, Patton replied. "Oops! Silly me, I forgot to tell you, Lo. Virgil doesn't like to be touched. At all. Please forgive Logan, Virgil. He didn't know" Logan's face scrunched up with worry and confusion, but he almost immediately recovered. "Apologies, Virgil. I didn't know." He shot a look at Patton who wore a sheepish smile before continuing. "If no physical contact, is what you wish, then there shall be no physical contact. If you could just hand me the plate, then." Logan chose his words carefully, not wanting to upset Virgil even more. Virgil was still surprised. Why were these people being so nice to him? "It's totally fine you didn't know. Sorry for overreacting." Virgil mumbled and handed Logan his plate. "I should go..." Virgil said almost immediately after handing Logan his plate and ran up the stairs. Virgil got to the top and took a couple deep breaths before opening the door. He quickly entered his room and unintentionally slammed the door behind him. Shit. Virgil thought after hearing the door slam. Now they probably think I'm mad or something. Great. Do you have to ruin everything, Virgil? Virgil sighed before slipping on his headphones, pressing play to his playlist, and crawling into bed and under his covers. Virgil didn't mean to fall asleep, really he didn't. But the bed was so comfy and the covers were so warm. He simply couldn't help himself.

Patton was usually such a happy man. Many people thought that was all he was. Sunshine and rainbows. And he was. Most of the time. But when Patton gets really fired up, you do not want to be in his way. As soon, as Patton heard the door slam shut from upstairs, his smile faded. "Goddammit", Patton muttered under his breath. "What was that Patton?" Logan asked, sorta smugly because they had had a bet and Patton promised to never swear. But Patton wasn't happy. He gave Logan a glare that shut him right up. Patton sighed and put his head in his hands. "What are we going to do? I want to go comfort him, but how am I going to without angering him even more? We're supposed to be making him feel welcome." Patton wanted to cry. They had just gotten Virgil and he already hated them. "It's okay Patton." Logan cooed putting a hand on Patton's shoulder. Patton almost immediately shrugged it off. He knew he shouldn't be mad at Logan, he knew it was nobody's fault. And yet, he was overcome with irrational anger and frustration. Logan saw the look in Patton's eye and stepped back slightly. He knew Patton would never hurt him, but he was still really scary sometimes. Patton looked up and saw fear written on Logan's face. Instead of calming down and softening his look, as usual, Patton's irritation grew. He stormed off simply muttering a small "I need to calm down" before walking out the front door and going for a walk. Logan was now truly worried. Patton had never gotten this angry before. In fact, in all the years Logan had known Patton, he had never stormed off like that before. Even when someone wrecked their wedding. (a story for another time) How was Logan going to fix this? All he knew was that he had about 15 minutes till Patton comes back. That's usually how long Patton takes walks for. And whatever surprise he has better be good.

Logan had decided that, even though he had done nothing wrong, he had to go apologize to Virgil. He went upstairs formulating a apology with every step he took. He'd finally thought of a satisfactory apology by the time he knocked on Virgil's door. This had better work.

Virgil jumped as he heard a firm knock on the door. After recovering from his mini heart attack, he said "Come in" as best he could without breathing heavily. Logan walked into the room, his face had worry and stress all over it. Virgil began to say something but was interrupted by Logan. "Virgil, allow me to officially apologize for the uh incident. I didn't know you didn't like being touched and I'm.. I'm. I'm sorry. I'm sorry ok?" Logan sighed softly. "I just. I hope you accept my apology." Wow. That was unexpected. Usually, Virgil would nimbly accept the apology and there's where it ends. But Logan deserves better than that. He really tried with that apology. Virgil sighed and began his apology. "Listen, I'm so sorry. I overreacted. The truth is, I'm okay with being touched. I gave you a hug. It was my first hug and I loved it. But I can't make myself vulnerable. I barely know you guys and I can't just open up. Not yet at least. I'm really sorry. Can we just forget this?" Virgil said for once not mumbling. Logan's face showed many emotions. First, he looked as if he was trying to process everything that had just been said to him. Then there was his thoughtful face. Then Logan's face lit up and he grinned like an idiot. "Yes! Yes, I-" he stopped himself, cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "That sounds quite satisfactory Virgil. Quite satisfactory, indeed." Logan and Virgil just smiled at each other for a bit before Logan snapped out of it and repossessed his emotionless face. "Anyways, Patton got really upset when he found out you were upset. He isn't exactly very happy and I've never seen him like this before. I need to cheer him up. He'll be back in about 10 minutes. Perhaps you could be of assistance?" Virgil thought for a moment before an idea finally struck him. "I got it! He exclaimed. "So the plan is..." Virgil said whispering the plan into Logan's ear. "Wow, Virgil. That's a great idea. Let's get started right now. We don't have much time."

And so Logan and Virgil worked hard and just barely got finished in time. "Hey, guys! I'm home. Guys? I'm sorry for getting so upset.." Patton trailed off as he wondered why the lights were off. He turned on the lights and jumped with surprise at what he saw. There they were, Patton's two favorite people standing in the kitchen smiling. Virgil was holding a tray of snickerdoodles and Logan was holding an old, raggedy notebook. There was a banner hung up saying in cursive "Forgive us?". Patton gaped and then smiled. "What's all this? "Well, I wanted to apologize for upsetting you" Logan started. "And I'm sorry for being a brat." Virgil finished. "Oh guyssss. You shouldn't havee. I feel so stupid. Agh I love you guys" Patton exclaimed walking towards them. He looked at Virgil fondly "You weren't being a brat, buddy. We all have preferences and I should've told Logan. I was being ignorant. I'm sorry" "And you," he said turning to look at Logan. "You're too good for me, Lo" Patton said, kissing Logan's nose. "I-You-We" Logan stuttered, his face a bright red. "Okay, Logan. Okay." Patton said softly. Patton rubbed his hands together happily. "Now what have we got here?!" Logan seemed to have snapped out of it by then. "Oh! Right! Virgil is actually quite good at baking and made you some snickerdoodles. I, on the other hand, dug up a bunch of old poems from my study and am prepared to read a couple to you." Logan cleared his throat. "There are also a couple new ones in here." It was Patton's turn to blush. He threw his arms around Logan happily and flashed Virgil his most loving smile. "You guys are the best! I'm sorry for getting so mad, it was my fault Logan didn't know anyway." Patton said, his smile fading. "I'm such a fool! You guys shouldn't have to do any of this to make me happy. I'm sorry." "Pat, you've said sorry like a million times already. Metaphorically of course. It's okay. Shall we all just forgive each other?" Logan asked, softly rubbing Patton's shoulder. "Yuppers! That sounds great Lo." Patton said, cheering up. "Yea, uh that sounds good." Virgil agreed with putting down the pan of snickerdoodles. "So uh... Do you want some snickerdoodles?" Virgil asked quietly. "That sounds great bud!" Patton said happily. "Why don't we all just 'chill' for the rest of the day," Logan suggested, putting quotation marks around the word chill.

"That sounds just fine." Patton giggled

"Yea that sounds good..." Virgil said speaking up for once.

After that, there were, of course, many more mishaps and problems during the awkward time that Virgil was still just fitting into the household but in only a couple months, it seemed that everyone fit perfectly for one another. Just like a perfect puzzle.

Notes: oof I have NO idea why that took me so long to write I'm so sorry you've probably forgotten this au because of how long I took sorryy. Any criticism is welcomed because I sure do need some. Keep in mind that I wrote the first like 3/4 of it a while ago and I didn't really have time to edit it so sorry if it's really bad

#amwriting platonic analogical #platonic moxiety #logicality #romanitc logicality #sorry this took so long #working overtime

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