I Am The Pasta Mama

So I have no idea how I would write this, I just like the concept. So if anyone does write it, PLEASE tag me!!

-Logan as Captain Amelia

•huge vocabulary that most people don’t understand

•always very well put together

•extremely clever

•always trying to look for logical ways out of bad situations

•doesn’t want to show others their weakness

•office is covered with maps, and scales, and anything/everything science or math related

-Virgil as Jim Hawkins

•anxious all the time

•feels they have something to prove

•misunderstood by everyone

•is actually really clever

•self deprecating

•pretends he doesn’t but cares greatly about others and what they think of him

•has a lot of nervous ticks

•holds back, until fight or flight kicks in at the most opportune times to save the day

-Patton as B.E.N. the Robot

•sweet, and kind to everyone, even the bad guys

•easily confused

•a bit eccentric, but very caring

•corny jokes

•loves hugs, cry’s when others show him affection

•is always trying to hug everyone

•covers fear and confusion with humor and dad jokes

•even after a century of being alone, he is still ready to host guests with food and drink

-Roman as Doctor Delbert Doppler

•doubts himself even when he shouldn’t

•really smart, argues with Amelia all the time

•extremely over animated in most situations

•has at least 3 costume changes

•always over packs

• loves putting on a show

•has a cheer about himself with his own name as the main theme when he does something awesome

•comes up with crazy ideas on the fly, reckless or not cus they will be a fun new adventure

•overly animated all the time

-Deceit as John Silver the Cyborg

•lies to protect himself

•lies to get what he wants

•sarcastic all the time

•lies and pretends he doesn’t care about the others when he really does

•theatrical

•good at using his silver tongue to get what he wants

•secretly a big fluff ball with a heart of gold

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Anyways those are my random thoughts of the day, the kids have been watching Treasure planet a lot and I couldn’t help but notice the similarities!!! That and I love the underlying Anxeit friendship and the underlying Logince love story!!!

If you have anything to add, or any ideas on other characters l, or if you think they would fit better as different characters, feel free to add onto this!! 💙💜💙💜

MASTER TAGLIST:

Thomas Sanders singing 6/10 (aka what actually killed me)

Guess what! Another LAMP Soulmate au! This is a cool tattoo one, the idea given to me by @rptheturk! I loooove this whole concept so much! Thank you again!

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Everyone had a soulmate. Everyone had a tattoo somewhere on their body, one that was just a simple black outline. When they met their soulmate, their tattoo would come to life in beautiful bright color, the color that matched their soulmate’s spirit. Everyone… Except for Logan. His tattoo, a stack of thick books on his left forearm where he couldn’t easily ignore it, was completely filled in with black. He’d never seen, or even heard of, anyone else with a tattoo like his. Anyone he’d ever seen had a black outline, either filled with color or empty and waiting for their soulmate’s vibrant shade. But where could the color go if his tattoo was filled?

Word count: 1,260 

Prompt from @toloveawarlord‘s Christmas prompt list. this is for Day 2!

Pairing: Analogical

Warning: Alcohol mention.Self Doubt, and standard Virgil Self deprecation.

Special Thanks to my Beta! @bitchwannatryme

Authors notes: This is the longest fic I’ve written yet and I’m just so proud of it!!! Thank you to all who inspire me every day. Thank you to everyone who reads it! 

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Virgil sat on the stairs watching the family get together that Patton just had to have. Music was playing. There were Christmas lights everywhere of varying shades of greens and reds; and some blues and purples for good measure. The tree stood tall, decorated meticulously. There was even mistletoe by the front door. 

 All of which was giving Virgil one hell of a headache. He eyed one of their friends as they got close to the punch bowl filled with eggnog. Waiting to see, perhaps. If maybe they would spike it.

 They didn’t. He let out an exasperated sigh, right as Logan sat down beside him.

 "Hey Virgil .What’s up? Are you enjoying the party?“ Logan asked, raking elegant fingers through his hair. 

 "Yes and No. Its nice seeing our friends. Its even nicer seeing them merry. But I just can’t believe no one has spiked the eggnog yet. It’s been a family tradition since we became legal. And yet, no one’s done it. I don’t even remember whose year it is,” Virgil grumbled, moving to stand up and lean against the railing.

 "Yeah…um…Virgil. It’s your year,“ Logan stated calmly. 

 "Wait, what?!” Virgil gasped in shock. “Oh fuck!”

 Logan couldn’t keep from snickering. “Yeah Virgil…so how you gonna fix this?”

 Virgil was already grabbing his coat. “Logan grab the car keys. We’re gonna go find an open liquor store.”

 "Oh alright. I guess ill come with you.“ Logan smirked pretending it to be a burden.Grabbing the keys to the van, Logan followed Virgil out to the van. He went to the driver’s side and got in.

 "Now why do you get to drive?” Virgil asked, staring at Logan as he started the van.

 "Because you’re in no state of mind to drive, Virgil. You’re on the edge of a panic attack already. I suppose I’m to blame really. I should’ve reminded you, but I wanted to see if you’d remember.“ Logan commented as he backed out of the drive way.

 30 minutes later they arrived into town, Patton’s house being out in the country side. Virgil was Googling in a frenzied state.

 "Well I found a list of every Liquor shop in town, but none of them say online if they’re open or not today.” Virgil said quickly, the words practically falling from his mouth with how fast he spoke.

 "Well Virgil. We are going to have to check each and every one until we find one thatss open.“ Logan said taking a deep breath of his own. "Which may or may not happen.”

 Virgil frowned. “Here’s hoping for a Christmas miracle. A Christmas Miracle of brandy." 

 "My Goodness Gracious, Virgil.  Give me the closest address.” Logan sighed, looking about ready to bang his head into the steering wheel. 

“Mm, 1428 Oak Ave.” Virgil recited off of his phone, just a small quiver in his voice indicating how anxious he was. “Seems to be 2 blocks to the south”

 "Okay.“ Logan responded, keeping his eyes on the road, he turned the car down an east bound road. 

 Within moments they were arriving at a quaint little liquor shop, with ‘Little Roses Liquor’ written on the door.

 Virgil groaned. "Closed for Christmas Eve and Christmas.”

 "Hey, Virgil it’ll be okay. Whats the next address?“ Logan offered a small reassuring smile. This would all be okay. He knew it would be.

 "1567 Maple st. Why are all these streets named after trees, my goodness!” Virgil answered starting to become impatient with everything. Shaking in his seat, and dreading the worse.

 "Wait…how do you know its gonna be okay?! What if I’m the one that fucks up Christmas. They’ll hate me!“ Virgil almost shouted but held back from doing so.

 "Sometimes I just know.” Logan smiled, pulling up to the next place. “And this one seems to be closed too.”

 "Well isn’t that cryptic….damn it that one too?“ Virgil groaned. "This sucks.”

“Oh well surely I make it better?” Logan asked, looking over to Virgil, before starting back off down the road as Virgil gave him a new address. 

 "Well, yes of course you do!“ Virgil defended himself, looking over the remaining 4 places in town.

 All of which ended up being closed. Every single one. Virgil’s heart hurt. He had single handedly ruined a Christmas tradition, letting all his friends and family down. He slumped down in his seat. Settling in to just staring wistfully out the window at all the snow covered scenery. 

 Logan, who had already turned the car around back towards Patton’s house, looked at his very sad friend. "Oh Virgil I promise. It’ll be okay, I promise. No one is gonna hate you.”

“You cant know that, Logan. There’s no way you can know that for sure. There’s just no way.” Virgil murmured, his breath fogging the glass.

 "Virgil, dear. Just trust me. You know I’m right.“ Logan almost purred to him, trying to keep the other calm.

 "You’re right. You’re always right. And I do trust you. I just don’t see how everything is to be alright when I’ve single handedly dismantled a tradition!” Virgil sighed, keeping his eyes trained on the passing scenery of the country side.

 Logan hid a smile, as Virgil continued to circumvent his gaze. Which he was glad for, or the other very much would have figured out Logan had something up his sleeve.

 It wasn’t to much longer until they were arriving back at Patton’s house, which was abuzz with Christmas cheer.

 Logan smiled to himself and got out of the van and then helped his friend out of the van. Though if Logan was honest he saw Virgil as something so much more than just his friend.

 Logan led Virgil inside and over to the massive Christmas tree in front of the massive bay windows. He leaned down and plucked up one of the presents he had gotten Virgil. He handed it to him with a smile on his face. 

 Virgil frowned. “Why give me a gift now when I so thoroughly don’t deserve it.”

 Logan visibly shook his head, shaking away Virgil’s self deprecating tendencies. “Please just open it Virgil." 

 Virgil nodded with a deep breath. Slowly unwrapping the present. When his eyes fell upon the dark glass bottle his eyes blew wide. "Logan…" 

 "This is how I knew everything was going to be alright.” Logan grinned very much proud of himself.

Virgil let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and slowly snuck over to the punch bowl full of eggnog. He opened the bottle and slowly poured some of the brandy into the eggnog.

 The room erupted into cheers of “Yay Virgil!!!” and general shouts of happiness around him. Roman even giving him a clap on the back. Virgil felt himself flushing red, with his family and friends moving to get some eggnog and give him hugs.

 Logan watched happily for a while, letting the cheers die back down, before grabbing his own glass, and escorting a certain purple haired beauty to a particular spot in the room, just below the hanging mistletoe.

 "Logan I wan–“ Virgil started, but then he noticed Logan pointing upwards to the mistletoe, and his expression asking for permission.

 Virgil nodded with a blush, and then Logan’s lips were on his. Soft and gentle at first, exploratory, Logan’s arms finding their way around Virgil’s shoulders. 

 Then after a few fleeting seconds Virgil increased the intensity, kissing back with passion, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist. 

 Pulling away for air, looking each other in the eyes. Both flushed red from the kiss. They admitted it then, something years in the making. "I love you”

I have no idea about grammar mistakes in that comics, guys, please, correct if you find some.

the day after actual tony stark saw them hanging out in frony of the Tower, some of the kids were reluctant to go back there but God they had to finish their homework and the tower was on their way from school so they go back there and

theres a separate room that surely mustve been some important part of the lobby yesterday but now had a “Free WiFi Zone” plate on the door. Inside were huge sofas and armchairs and beanbags, fridges stocked with various drinks, a coffee maker and 20ish iron man mugs, a couple of laptops on the desk near the wall and a note for them to read:

It started with Wi-fi. Wi-fi of all things. Tony found out by accident.

“What’s going on out here?” Tony asked, sliding his sunglasses down a bit to look at the group of teenagers sitting in front of the Tower.

All the teens looked up at once, eyes wide like deer caught in headlights. They looked at each other, then back at Tony.

“Um, well…” A brunet spoke up, closing his laptop. “The Avengers Tower has great Wi-fi, sir. And it’s free. We all… some of us don’t have access to Wi-fi at home, and we need it for school projects.”

Tony blinked. “Oh. Okay. Study hard, then.” He adjusted his sunglasses again and walked into the Tower without a second thought.

But later that day, Tony keeps thinking about it. Can’t get it out of his head, until he goes so far to have FRIDAY pull up security camera footage from in front of the Tower over the past few weeks.

There are kids there, always, Tony finds. Anywhere from ten to nearly fifty, all crowded around the Tower, sitting on the grass. Even at night or in shitty weather, there were at least a few.

And sure, Tony was fine with it. More than fine with it, even. If kids wanted to use Tony’s Wi-fi, he on board with it. Tony was completely with the idea of accessible technology.

So it hung out in the back of Tony’s mind, and he smiled at the group of the teens he saw every time he walked in and it the Tower. He made sure security didn’t bother them, and left them to their devices.

But the thoughts of it wouldn’t leave Tony’s brain. A part of him ached a little at the idea of the kids who were so needing of a damned Wi-fi connection they would sit in the rain for it. It got to the point that Tony was lying awake in bed, thinking about it.

“FRIDAY, are there any vacant floors in the Tower?” Tony asked, staring at the ceiling.

“There are three vacant floors,” FRIDAY answered in a chipper voice.

Tony sat up. “FRIDAY, order a shit ton of junk food and furniture. We have work to do.”

And so it began. Within a week, Tony had a large room on its own floor completely dedicated to being an expansive lounge. It had all sorts of furniture, shelves stocked with every food Tony could think of, a fridge full of drinks, an espresso machine, and over a dozen outlets. It was close to the bottom floor, easily accessible by the elevator. Tony talked to Happy and reorganized his entire security so that anyone could walk into the Tower and go straight to the lounge.

The first day, there were already over twenty teens milling around, laptops plugged in and noses in books. It made Tony smile and feel warm in ways he couldn’t describe, seeing the tranquil environment of kids studying. The numbers grew over time, and Tony made sure it was kept accessible 24/7.

So it started with Wi-fi. But after that, things got more… complicated.

Tony was in the lounge, taking an inventory of what needed to be restocked. Sure, he had people for that, but it was nice to show his face every so often, remind the kids he existed.

Tony finished writing down how many bags of Doritos were on the shelf and spun around, crashing right into someone.

“Oh fuck,” Tony stumbled, catching the person by their elbows. A pair of startled green eyes stared up at him in horror. “Hey. Hi.” Tony smiled. “Sorry about that. Wasn’t looking where I was going. My fault.”

The girl stared at him, breathing hard. “I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“Hey, no. My fault, remember?” Tony soothed. “I’m responsible for at least fifty per cent of the accidents in this Tower.”

“Actually, you’re responsible for sixty-seven point nine per cent.” FRIDAY chirped.

Tony frowned. “Is that counting the incident on Thursday?”

“You did hold fifty per cent of the blame.” FRIDAY reminded him.

“Twelve per cent, at most,” Tony argued. He looked back at the girl. “Thor tried to put a raw egg in the toaster, it’s a long story.”

The girl gave a confused, shy smile. Tony counted that as some kind of victory.

Tony went to let go of the girl’s elbows when his gaze brushed over her forearm. “Hey.” Tony’s voice was softer. “Are you okay?”

The girl froze again, biting her lip. “No- it’s fine, I don’t-” Her face turned red. But not as red as the angry lines cut into her wrist.

“You wanna talk?” Tony asked, eyebrows knit together.

“You-you’re busy I shouldn’t-”

“FRIDAY, cancel the afternoon meeting. Or tell them I’m not coming,” Tony said without hesitation. “There, I’m free.”

The girl frowned. “You didn’t have to do that. It’s fine, really.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, kid. Let’s talk, okay?” He sighed at her hesitance. “Hey, what’s the worst I can do? I’m just some rich guy.”

With a begrudging smile, the girl took Tony’s hand and Tony lead them to an empty storage room, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

“What’s your name?” Tony asked.

“Cecilia,” The girl mumbled.

“Hi, I’m Tony.” Tony introduced with a bright smile. Cecilia laughed. “So you wanna talk about this?” He pointed to her wrist.

“I…” Cecilia cleared her throat. “It’s hard, you know? School is hard, and I’m not good enough to do anything right, and…” She swallowed. Cecilia covered her face, choking on a sob.

Tony scooted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You wanna know something, kid?”

Cecilia looked up.

“I am one of the richest men alive, have been named Sexiest Man Alive three times, have my last name attached to a fortune five hundred company, have been called one of the leading minds of the 21st century, am a member of the goddamned Avengers and…” Tony ran a hand through his hair. “And I feel the same way. All the time. I wake up worried that someday everyone’s gonna see through me, see the fraud I really am.” Tony cleared his throat. “I have anxiety attacks. I wake up screaming from nightmares. I avoid mirrors. And some days I don’t want to wake up at all.

“But I do. Because there are people who need me to. And maybe it’s more for me than you. But it’s not about numbers. Quantity holds no value the quality. As long as there’s one person who cares, you’ve got a reason to wake up in the morning.” Tony thought a moment. “And if you’ve got no one else, then I count, right?”

There was a long stretch of awkward silence, but the shy smile Tony got made it all worth it.

After that, Tony invested in having free, confidential, no strings attached therapists at the Tower for the kids who came to study. He started with five, but by the end of the month, Tony had seven full time and three part-time working at the Tower. Tony did briefly see Cecilia’s face every now and then, and she seemed happier. That made it all worth it.

After that, everything was a downward spiral. Someone put a suggestion box on the door, and the teens who stayed wrote their ideas down. Tony read every single one. Even the stupid ones. And he listened.

First, there were showers installed in the bathrooms. Tony noticed there were certain faces that showed up more than others, so often it was almost concerning. So Tony figured they might as well freshen up while there. The showers were equipped with towels, soap, and all other necessities.

After the showers came the storage room filled with other living supplies. Blankets, food items, clothing, some basic tech, gift cards for local supermarkets, toiletries. Anything Tony could think of required for living. Like everything else, anyone could take anything, no questions asked.

Then came the library. There were suggestions for a supply of the review books and textbooks for the classes students were taking, and Tony decided to go in all or nothing. The library was filled wall to wall with every modern textbook and review book in the curriculum, as well as an expansive amount of leisure reads as well. Tony stocked it with comfortable seating, computers and tablets as well. There were no late fees, Tony refused to make any of the kids pay a damned dime for things they should have basic access to.

And then there were physical doctors as well. Ones who could give flu shots and prescribe at least the most basic of medications and advice.

After that, the gym just seemed to be common sense. As the recommendations in the box pointed out, public gyms were expensive. So Tony set up a gym. Granted it wasn’t Avengers level, but it was a damned nice gym.

Tutors came next. Private tutors, as well as ones that would teach entire groups. Tony managed to wrestle with the local schools to even get the kids credit for some of the tutorings.

After that, things finally seemed to mellow out. Tony drew up a list of rules, but most of the teens were pretty decent about keeping things civil. Tony was damned proud to average only one incident a month.

The Avengers found out about the Student’s Lounge as it’d be dubbed, and they frequented it more than Tony expected. He found Clint down there telling stories that were probably classified, Natasha showing a group of girls ballet moves, Thor showing off trinkets from Asgard, Steve drawing with a group of art kids, Sam giving serious talks on mental health, and so on. It was nice.

And it worked. Kids were happy and studying, but also had a place to relax and unwind. Tony did have to get an ungodly number of permits and licenses to do what he did, but it was all beyond worth it to see the kids smiling and being safe.

It was a year later when Tony was working in his workshop with jeans and a tank top and FRIDAY caught his attention.

“Mr Stark, your presence has been requested in the Student’s Lounge,” FRIDAY said, cutting into the silence.

Tony frowned. “Is it an emergency?”

There was a pause. “No, but the students are rather insistent.”

“Fine.” Tony stood up with a sigh. “Tell them I’ll be down there in a minute.”

Tony took the elevator down to the floor that was now entirely monopolized by the Student’s Lounge. As soon as the doors opened he found himself standing in front of a few dozen teens, all crowded around and waiting.

“Is this some club meeting or a cult initiation?” Tony asked, sliding his grease-covered hands into his pockets.

A teen stepped forward, a blond boy with bright eyes and a nervous smile. “Uh, hi. We… we had something we wanted to share with you.” He was holding note cards, absently tapping them.

Tony glanced around. “Well then, shoot.” He spread his hands.

The blond cleared his throat, looking down at the cards. “We hear the saying a lot,” He read, “that it’s impossible to shop for a man who has everything. And with you, that couldn’t be more true. A genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and an amazing person all around. You truly have everything, Mister Stark.

“And yet, you give. You give, and you give. You gave us a place to study that became so much more. Beyond the material items, this place has become a home for all of us. For those of us who don’t have food to eat at home, books to read, clothes to wear, a family to come home to. All because you wanted to give some kids a good Wi-fi connection. You created a family. This year alone, the graduation rate grew ten per cent from last year, and we don’t think it’s a coincidence. And we’re all confident with your help, that number will grow more and more.

“You created jobs for the community. We did the math and figured at least fifty new jobs were created through the Student’s Lounge. And you pay for all of it out of pocket. You don’t need to. You’ve already saved the world more than enough times, given millions of dollars to charity. And yet you did this for a group of kids sitting on your front lawn just to get a decent Wi-fi connection.

“There are no words to describe the kindness that takes. The amount of time you’ve put towards this proves it’s so much more than a publicity stunt. Not only do you personally oversee everything, but you stop by weekly, even if just to say hi. You listen to what we have to say. In a world that makes it so easy to ignore teenagers, you put every ounce of effort into doing the complete opposite. And your effort didn’t go unnoticed.” The blond stepped aside and let a redhead girl stand in the middle instead.

“My name is Miranda.” The girl spoke up. “A year ago, I was addicted to heroin and struggling in all of my classes. I was… I was ready to drop out of school altogether, even considered selling my own body just for drug money. But a friend dragged me here and… and I got therapy. A doctor. Food. All things my family struggled to afford. My recovery is still slow going, but thanks to you, I can say I’m in recovery, to begin with. Thank you.” Miranda stepped to the side and a black haired boy took her place.

“I’m Ian. My parents abused me, and I had nowhere to go. Even after coming here to spend my afternoons, I was hesitant to overstay my welcome. But I wasn’t ever judged, and always felt safe here. I was able to work up enough courage to run away and start spending nights here. Eventually, I met a friend here who let me stay with them, but not once did I have to know how it felt to be homeless. This place was my home, the entire time, even now that I sleep somewhere else. You gave me a home. Thank you.”

And so it went on, each kid telling their own version, and Tony wasn’t even ashamed to admit he was openly crying before they even got through ten. And he listened. To every single one. Tried to remember names and important details, make mental notes for future reference. Tony watched and listened, entranced by every story.

The first boy stepped back up. “And I’m Ben. I don’t really have a sob story, but I do know that this place is a home for every single person here. We’re a family of brothers and sisters, and you’re, for lack of better wording, the cool dad. So thank you. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. So much. We hope our family can grow, and this home will only get better with each day. So while we don’t have any gift, we hope this can stand as one. Our stories are something that you gave us, and we hope by sharing them you can understand how much you mean to all of us.” The boy, Ben, lowered his notecards and smiled. “Thank you.”

Tony stared at them, wiping tears away from his eyes. “You’re all assholes.” He decided. “I am supposed to be a suave billionaire, and here you’ve got me crying like a dumbass.”

The teens all laughed.

“You know what?” Tony clapped his hands together. “This deserves a pizza party. Domino’s is about to hate me. Does anyone have any dietary restrictions? Start writing up a list while I find a phone number.”

“Don’t you have stuff to do?” A brunette girl who Tony remembered to be Cassie asked.

Tony shrugged. “It’s fine, I’ll do it in the morning.”

“Miss Potts has asked for the schematics to be uploaded by midnight,” FRIDAY spoke up.

“Pepper has been working for me long enough to know ‘by midnight’ means by noon the next day. It’s fine.” Tony waved off. “Come on, start writing a list. If I don’t see at least one gluten-free pizza, I’m making you do it again.”

This is a story I was motivated to write after looking through old pictures of family camping trips. If you are tagged you are either on my master taglist or I thought this was something you might like to read. If you don’t want to be tagged anymore pls msg me and let me know, I promise I won’t be offended!!!

THIS FIC IS FULL OF FLUFFY FLUFFNESS!!!

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As the last bit of the amber sunset danced down below the peak of the mountains, and the brisk air blew his bangs off his face, Virgil sighed, holding his cup of coco tighter and staring up at the stars now filling the darkened sky.

“Virg sweetie, are you ok?” Patton said as he walked back from their tent with a thick blanket. He sat on the ground next to his boyfriend in front of the campfire, wrapping his big blue blanket around both of them, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek as he sat.

“Yeah Pat, I am fine. Great actually. Being out here is so calming. And being out here with the love of my life and my two best friends makes it even better.” He said gesturing towards Logan, who was sitting on the other side of the fire, with Roman asleep in his lap. Logan had on a thick black leather jacket, and in true Roman fashion, he was wrapped up in a full length red cloak.

Logan smiled at his friends from across the fire, as he ran his fingers through his sleeping boyfriends hair. Roman had been singing the sound of music all day long. I mean how could he pass up that opportunity? Belting out the hills are alive with the sound of music on the side of a mountain was definitely checked off his bucket list now, even if he has worn himself out.

“Well that’s good Virg, that was why we came up here.” He smiled and looked up as Virgil passed him back his mug of coco, overflowing with marshmallows. “Look at all these stars….they are so beautifully breathtaking….” he looked back at Virgil “just like you my love.”

Virgil blushed and kissed Patton. He didn’t want to ruin this moment. He wanted to stay this way forever. Wrapped in the warmth of Patton’s embrace, in front of a crackling fire as the warmth hits his face. Surrounded by evergreens and oaks, listening to the crickets chirp in the Forrest surrounding them, and counting the stars in the never ending canvased sky above.

About an hour later, the fire started to die, The embers flickering, and the temperature started to drop. “Well I should probably get this one into the tent before he freezes. I told him that cloak wasn’t a practical garment, it retains no heat.” Logan said as he slowly shifted the sleeping Roman off of his lap, picking him up bridal style off the cold ground. “Come my sweet prince, let’s go to bed.” Logan whispered.

Still half asleep Roman wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck, kissed his neck and laid his head on his shoulder “love you Lo…” and he started to lightly snore, already back to sleep.

After Virgil and Patton told Logan goodnight they sat there in silence for a moment or two more, Virgil’s head on patrons shoulder, and Patton’s arm wrapped around Virgil’s shoulder holding up the blanket and just watched the last few embers die down to ash.

“I suppose we should go to bed as well, it’s getting very cold.” Patton said, shifting slightly to make it easier to stand up. He stood in front of Virgil and extended his hand to help Virgil off the ground.

Virgil took Pats hand, and grabbed the blanket as he stood up, dusting dried leafs off his pants “sounds good to me. But I better warn you, I plan on snuggling you so much you will have no choice but to snuggle back.” He said with a playful grin.

Patton smiled and let out a chuckle “ awe Virgil, don’t you know? That’s all I ever want from you, I never want to be apart from you. You are my star filled sky, and I want to spend the rest of our life’s mapping the stars in your eyes. I love you……Virgil, will you marry me??”

Virgil began to well up with tears of joy, a huge smile crept onto his face. For the first time in his life, he felt no stress about the future, just pure love and joy. He pulled Patton close, kissing his lips that had been made cold from the wind, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist. A moment later He pulled away, and put his forehead against Patton’s.

“Of course I will. I will love you until the last star leaves the night sky.”

~Chapter one~

Writers disclaimer

So I had this idea to write a story where Patton is F2M but wants to have biological children with Roman. I did talk to a friend back home who is F2M and on hormone therapy, and looked up what I could online. Please let it be known this is not meant to hurt anyone, make fun of anyone, or to poke fun at body Dysphoria (I sometimes deal with that myself so I would never try to invalidate someone’s identity) this is just a sweet fluff with a touch of angst I wanted to write to try and push myself as a writer. I am very open to corrections or suggestions, just pm me and I will fix it!! Thanks-Jean

Warning

-slight angst/relationship insecurities

-mention of divorce

-mention of surgery

-mention of body dysphoria

-mention of therapy

Patton paced nervously across the apartment floor, picking his nails and scuffing his feet. Roman would be home from rehearsals any minute and Patton had to talk to him, though he was terrified to do so. The couple had been together since Patton was Alice. Roman has helped him through so much, helped him come out to his family, bought him his first Binder, and even took time off work to be there when Patton had his Top surgery done. He had shared Patton’s fear when it was time to start Hormone therapy, and shared in his joy when his voice started to drop. He had shown him how to shave without cutting himself when he started to get too much facial hair.

After three years of uphill battles, and talking to his husband about there future, he wanted a family. Him and Ro had talked about adopting many times, and while Patton loved the idea of being a Foster home, he wanted more than that.

As the keys rattled in the lock, Patton stopped, took in a sharp breath, and waited for his Husband to come inside.

“He sweetheart I am home, sorry I am late, I stopped to get stuff for us to make spaghetti tonight…….are you ok?” Roman said as he closed the door and noticed Patton standing in the arch, rigid, and clammy. He put the bags down on the ground and rushed over to Patton. “Pat love, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” Slight panic in his voice.

“Yes Ro, I am ok. But I want to talk to you about something…..can you come sit down please?” Patton took Roman’s hand, leading him to the living room sofa.

Romans heart sunk in his chest. He was afraid of what Patton had to say. He was afraid this was the end, Patton was almost never this serious unless something was upsetting him.

As the sat, Patton took in a deep breath “ok so I have been thinking a lot lately…” he said putting his hands on Romans knees, holding his hands.

Roman cut him off with tears in his eyes “please, just say it, don’t drag this out. My heart can’t handle it. I’ll leave tonight if that’s what you want, I know I haven’t been here much with the play, and I am so sorry. But I guess….”

Patton put a finger up to Romans mouth, shushing him mid rant. “I am not leaving you my love, take a breath.”

Roman took in a breath of relief, and wiped away his tears. “Well then what’s wrong? I can tell when something is wrong love.”

Patton sighed. “I promise I am ok, I am just nervous, but I am also hopeful. I have been giving a lot of thought to the talks we have had lately, and I too, want children. I want a family with you.”

Romans jaw dropped, tears welled up in his eyes. “oh my….ok!” He said excitedly “I have a few adoption agencies in mind, we also need to decide how far we can travel to adopt if need be, and we should….”

“No my love, I want US to start a family, you and I.” Patton said “I love you, and you have supported me through so much. You also only see Patton, your Husband, and for that I love you. But if you remember….I still have yet to have my bottom surgery yet.”

Realization came across Romans face. This was not at all what he was expecting.

“I have already talked with my Doctor, he says if I stop my hormone therapy now, we should be able to start trying in a few months time. And even if not, we can at that point find an egg donor…..”

He looked at Roman, nervously waiting for a response. Roman just sat there, jaw still ajar for a moment.

“Patton my love, are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. And this is a BIG deal. Your body will change drastically yet again, and you will more than likely suffer severe body dysphoria and depression as a pregnancy changes you in many ways. And there are also many people in the world who will not be ok with this, they may be harmful….”

Patton just smiled “my love, I know. But this is what I want. We have made it through so much already, we can get through this together. But I want our child to be half of both of us, and this is the best way to ensure that happens. Plus I don’t care what anyone else thinks, the only thing that matters to me is us, and having a family.”

Roman smiled a huge smile, hugged Patton tightly, and said “well, then I guess we are going to start a family.”

Patton giggled “oh my, Picani is going to LOVE this.”

~Chapter one~

Writers disclaimer

So I had this idea to write a story where Patton is F2M but wants to have biological children with Roman. I did talk to a friend back home who is F2M and on hormone therapy, and looked up what I could online. Please let it be known this is not meant to hurt anyone, make fun of anyone, or to poke fun at body Dysphoria (I sometimes deal with that myself so I would never try to invalidate someone’s identity) this is just a sweet fluff with a touch of angst I wanted to write to try and push myself as a writer. I am very open to corrections or suggestions, just pm me and I will fix it!! Thanks-Jean

Warning

-slight angst/relationship insecurities

-mention of divorce

-mention of surgery

-mention of body dysphoria

-mention of therapy

Patton paced nervously across the apartment floor, picking his nails and scuffing his feet. Roman would be home from rehearsals any minute and Patton had to talk to him, though he was terrified to do so. The couple had been together since Patton was Alice. Roman has helped him through so much, helped him come out to his family, bought him his first Binder, and even took time off work to be there when Patton had his Top surgery done. He had shared Patton’s fear when it was time to start Hormone therapy, and shared in his joy when his voice started to drop. He had shown him how to shave without cutting himself when he started to get too much facial hair.

After three years of uphill battles, and talking to his husband about there future, he wanted a family. Him and Ro had talked about adopting many times, and while Patton loved the idea of being a Foster home, he wanted more than that.

As the keys rattled in the lock, Patton stopped, took in a sharp breath, and waited for his Husband to come inside.

“He sweetheart I am home, sorry I am late, I stopped to get stuff for us to make spaghetti tonight…….are you ok?” Roman said as he closed the door and noticed Patton standing in the arch, rigid, and clammy. He put the bags down on the ground and rushed over to Patton. “Pat love, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” Slight panic in his voice.

“Yes Ro, I am ok. But I want to talk to you about something…..can you come sit down please?” Patton took Roman’s hand, leading him to the living room sofa.

Romans heart sunk in his chest. He was afraid of what Patton had to say. He was afraid this was the end, Patton was almost never this serious unless something was upsetting him.

As the sat, Patton took in a deep breath “ok so I have been thinking a lot lately…” he said putting his hands on Romans knees, holding his hands.

Roman cut him off with tears in his eyes “please, just say it, don’t drag this out. My heart can’t handle it. I’ll leave tonight if that’s what you want, I know I haven’t been here much with the play, and I am so sorry. But I guess….”

Patton put a finger up to Romans mouth, shushing him mid rant. “I am not leaving you my love, take a breath.”

Roman took in a breath of relief, and wiped away his tears. “Well then what’s wrong? I can tell when something is wrong love.”

Patton sighed. “I promise I am ok, I am just nervous, but I am also hopeful. I have been giving a lot of thought to the talks we have had lately, and I too, want children. I want a family with you.”

Romans jaw dropped, tears welled up in his eyes. “oh my….ok!” He said excitedly “I have a few adoption agencies in mind, we also need to decide how far we can travel to adopt if need be, and we should….”

“No my love, I want US to start a family, you and I.” Patton said “I love you, and you have supported me through so much. You also only see Patton, your Husband, and for that I love you. But if you remember….I still have yet to have my bottom surgery yet.”

Realization came across Romans face. This was not at all what he was expecting.

“I have already talked with my Doctor, he says if I stop my hormone therapy now, we should be able to start trying in a few months time. And even if not, we can at that point find an egg donor…..”

He looked at Roman, nervously waiting for a response. Roman just sat there, jaw still ajar for a moment.

“Patton my love, are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. And this is a BIG deal. Your body will change drastically yet again, and you will more than likely suffer severe body dysphoria and depression as a pregnancy changes you in many ways. And there are also many people in the world who will not be ok with this, they may be harmful….”

Patton just smiled “my love, I know. But this is what I want. We have made it through so much already, we can get through this together. But I want our child to be half of both of us, and this is the best way to ensure that happens. Plus I don’t care what anyone else thinks, the only thing that matters to me is us, and having a family.”

Roman smiled a huge smile, hugged Patton tightly, and said “well, then I guess we are going to start a family.”

Patton giggled “oh my, Picani is going to LOVE this.”

This is a story I was motivated to write after looking through old pictures of family camping trips. If you are tagged you are either on my master taglist or I thought this was something you might like to read. If you don’t want to be tagged anymore pls msg me and let me know, I promise I won’t be offended!!!

THIS FIC IS FULL OF FLUFFY FLUFFNESS!!!

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As the last bit of the amber sunset danced down below the peak of the mountains, and the brisk air blew his bangs off his face, Virgil sighed, holding his cup of coco tighter and staring up at the stars now filling the darkened sky.

“Virg sweetie, are you ok?” Patton said as he walked back from their tent with a thick blanket. He sat on the ground next to his boyfriend in front of the campfire, wrapping his big blue blanket around both of them, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek as he sat.

“Yeah Pat, I am fine. Great actually. Being out here is so calming. And being out here with the love of my life and my two best friends makes it even better.” He said gesturing towards Logan, who was sitting on the other side of the fire, with Roman asleep in his lap. Logan had on a thick black leather jacket, and in true Roman fashion, he was wrapped up in a full length red cloak.

Logan smiled at his friends from across the fire, as he ran his fingers through his sleeping boyfriends hair. Roman had been singing the sound of music all day long. I mean how could he pass up that opportunity? Belting out the hills are alive with the sound of music on the side of a mountain was definitely checked off his bucket list now, even if he has worn himself out.

“Well that’s good Virg, that was why we came up here.” He smiled and looked up as Virgil passed him back his mug of coco, overflowing with marshmallows. “Look at all these stars….they are so beautifully breathtaking….” he looked back at Virgil “just like you my love.”

Virgil blushed and kissed Patton. He didn’t want to ruin this moment. He wanted to stay this way forever. Wrapped in the warmth of Patton’s embrace, in front of a crackling fire as the warmth hits his face. Surrounded by evergreens and oaks, listening to the crickets chirp in the Forrest surrounding them, and counting the stars in the never ending canvased sky above.

About an hour later, the fire started to die, The embers flickering, and the temperature started to drop. “Well I should probably get this one into the tent before he freezes. I told him that cloak wasn’t a practical garment, it retains no heat.” Logan said as he slowly shifted the sleeping Roman off of his lap, picking him up bridal style off the cold ground. “Come my sweet prince, let’s go to bed.” Logan whispered.

Still half asleep Roman wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck, kissed his neck and laid his head on his shoulder “love you Lo…” and he started to lightly snore, already back to sleep.

After Virgil and Patton told Logan goodnight they sat there in silence for a moment or two more, Virgil’s head on patrons shoulder, and Patton’s arm wrapped around Virgil’s shoulder holding up the blanket and just watched the last few embers die down to ash.

“I suppose we should go to bed as well, it’s getting very cold.” Patton said, shifting slightly to make it easier to stand up. He stood in front of Virgil and extended his hand to help Virgil off the ground.

Virgil took Pats hand, and grabbed the blanket as he stood up, dusting dried leafs off his pants “sounds good to me. But I better warn you, I plan on snuggling you so much you will have no choice but to snuggle back.” He said with a playful grin.

Patton smiled and let out a chuckle “ awe Virgil, don’t you know? That’s all I ever want from you, I never want to be apart from you. You are my star filled sky, and I want to spend the rest of our life’s mapping the stars in your eyes. I love you……Virgil, will you marry me??”

Virgil began to well up with tears of joy, a huge smile crept onto his face. For the first time in his life, he felt no stress about the future, just pure love and joy. He pulled Patton close, kissing his lips that had been made cold from the wind, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist. A moment later He pulled away, and put his forehead against Patton’s.

“Of course I will. I will love you until the last star leaves the night sky.”

So I have no idea how I would write this, I just like the concept. So if anyone does write it, PLEASE tag me!!

-Logan as Captain Amelia

•huge vocabulary that most people don’t understand

•always very well put together

•extremely clever

•always trying to look for logical ways out of bad situations

•doesn’t want to show others their weakness

•office is covered with maps, and scales, and anything/everything science or math related

-Virgil as Jim Hawkins

•anxious all the time

•feels they have something to prove

•misunderstood by everyone

•is actually really clever

•self deprecating

•pretends he doesn’t but cares greatly about others and what they think of him

•has a lot of nervous ticks

•holds back, until fight or flight kicks in at the most opportune times to save the day

-Patton as B.E.N. the Robot

•sweet, and kind to everyone, even the bad guys

•easily confused

•a bit eccentric, but very caring

•corny jokes

•loves hugs, cry’s when others show him affection

•is always trying to hug everyone

•covers fear and confusion with humor and dad jokes

•even after a century of being alone, he is still ready to host guests with food and drink

-Roman as Doctor Delbert Doppler

•doubts himself even when he shouldn’t

•really smart, argues with Amelia all the time

•extremely over animated in most situations

•has at least 3 costume changes

•always over packs

• loves putting on a show

•has a cheer about himself with his own name as the main theme when he does something awesome

•comes up with crazy ideas on the fly, reckless or not cus they will be a fun new adventure

•overly animated all the time

-Deceit as John Silver the Cyborg

•lies to protect himself

•lies to get what he wants

•sarcastic all the time

•lies and pretends he doesn’t care about the others when he really does

•theatrical

•good at using his silver tongue to get what he wants

•secretly a big fluff ball with a heart of gold

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Anyways those are my random thoughts of the day, the kids have been watching Treasure planet a lot and I couldn’t help but notice the similarities!!! That and I love the underlying Anxeit friendship and the underlying Logince love story!!!

If you have anything to add, or any ideas on other characters l, or if you think they would fit better as different characters, feel free to add onto this!! 💙💜💙💜

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