Cookies
Look- okay I know how this looks and I know that it’s one am-ish but sometimes people want to lose themselves in imagining a fluffball of a man giving his children cookies when they had a bad day okay? I do not kin Patton, I simply admire from a distance. Okay? Do you understand why this is occuring? Good, now enjoy the one of, if not, the fluffiest thing I have ever wrote.
Logan- Another day of being ignored until the last second when finally they realized he was in the room. It usually didn’t wear down on him too much but today was different. He admittedly made efforts, even raised his hand but to no avail. At least it was over and he could relax into his room’s bed as Thomas has was in his room in the real world. He vaguely heard a knock on the door but didn’t care to answer. He needed a nap, or maybe coffee.
He woke up 30 minutes later to his alarm to remind him that he did have to update his planner to account for the recent shift in schedule due to today’s meeting outcome. He was about to reach over and silence his alarm when his hand fell on a plate. He glanced over to what appeared to be a dark blue plate with a circuit board patterning and a warm cookie with Crofters Jam filling. he was confused until he noticed the hand-written note in light blue marker. The letter described how, presumably Patton, was grateful that Logan was trying his best and that even though he may not always be heard he’s cared for. A small creeped on to Logan’s face as he put down the note and bit into the warm cookie apparently made with love.
“Thank you, Patton.”
Roman- Of course, bring removed form the coveted status of hero certainly bruised more than just his pride. At the moment he was at his desk still vigorously writing out his ideas for new TikTok sketches when his eyelids began to feel heavier than his sword and shield after a long battle. He knew he had to earn back his worth but perhaps his beautifully crafted four-poster bed with silk sheets and the fluffiest pillows he could imagine would be a nice change of sitting arrangement. He changed into his comfiest pajamas and slipped under the covers as he vaguely heard a knock at the door but sleep had already claimed him.
He growled as he was suddenly awake by his sing bird alarm clock and took note of the wonderfully delicious smell coming from his nightstand. What was that smell exactly? Was it white chocolate and red velvet? He gazed around his room to find a plate with his crest circling the edge and a warm cookie that looked as good as it smelled with a hand-written note. Roman lifted the plate gently to read the note from his favorite padre. It talked about how he was perfect no matter what and that even he wasn't hero he certainly Patton’s. The note almost brought a tear to his eye as he took a bite of the soft yet form cookie and let the chocolate melt in his mouth.
“Thanks, Padre.”
Virgil- It was not a god day for Virgil. Not only did that lying snake weasel his way into Thomas’s acceptance but also he had the nerve to reveal his name. Not only that but now that Thomas is having an internal war, Virgil has mountains of work, what feels like daily anxiety attacks, and he has to see that scaley horror every day. He would rather figure how to permanently kill a side then deal this much. Today was even worse though because apparently he’s the villain for having eyes and seeing a snake as a liar. Whatever, he just needed a depression nap and his playlist. He almost heard a knock at the door as he let himself drift into world where he could shoe those two sad excuses for sides what he really thought.
He had no idea what time it was but it was probably late. He woke up as his playlist was on Black Parade and sniffed something sweet in the air. He didn't remember anyone warning him about Patton baking so he began to panic until he saw a plate sitting barely in view behind the Nightmare Before Christmas pillows and Jack the Skeleton plush. He pushed himself over tot the other side of the bed to see what someone had put there. It was a plate with storm clouds all over it and a Panic! at the Disco logo obscured in the center by a dark purple cookie with black sprinkles on it. Underneath was hand-written letter which Virgil carefully pulled out to read. It talked about how Patton understood that right there was a lot going on but that he could always reach out. It detailed that it was okay to not be okay and that it wasn't a burden to help him. Virgil smiled as he grabbed the cookie and bit into it’s soft sweetness.
“Thanks Dad.”
Janus- Today was probably one of the worst days he’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Rivalries were normal and that’s fine but it’s not fine to go that far below the belt. Janus was angry pacing his room trying to talk himself out of murder and failing miserably. It was just too much at the moment. Knives were always pointed vaguely in his direction not right at his throat. It always seemed like physical appearance was the problem here even though they know shapeshifting is an option but it’s also not an option- what do they want out of him?! Eventually he landed on the idea that he may as well just sleep it off and sharpen a knife when he woke up. He crept into bed after changing into something comfy and warm, turned on his heat lamp and descended into sleep as he almost heard a knock.
He woke up to an unfamiliar sweetness filling the air of his room. It was sugary sweet and rather enticing but for all he knew Remus could’ve gotten bored again and done something dangerous. This time, to his surprise, there was a plate on his nightstand. His glanced over at the scaley pattern along the plate that only stopped at the sunflower in the center. There was a yellow cookie with dark chocolate chips layed intricately on the baked good. He noted a small written letter under it and decided it would be rude not to read the note first. It talked about how the sides were still warming up him and that eventually everything would be normal. The letter also noted that it was brave of him to let down a wall for them and that it is okay to be vulnerable. Janus let a real smile cross his face as he began to enjoy the sugary treasure.
“My thanks, Patton.”
Remus ( yes really ) - It took quite a lot to throw Remus into a full on frustrated rage. Somehow, today managed to do that. He understood he wasn’t the most likeable aise among the seven six of them. Even so, did they really have to pull the evil twin card and the unstable card? It was like playing strip poker in the middle of a blizzard, it’s not fair! He was trying his best just like any other side so why do you appreciate precious little Roman and leave Remus’s corpse for the dogs to eat? In fairness the biting would be kinda nice but that’s besides the point. Maybe a nice long murder fantasy would get him back to something more tolerable. He changed into a crop top and booty short and threw himself in the general direction of the bed before passing out.
He woke up and immediately fell off the bed which he was barely even on in the first place. What a great way to resume his 24 hours. As he picked himself up he smelled something sweet but also a little bleachy. He looked around before his eyes landed on a plate covered in tentacles with his logo in the center. He sniffed it before noticing the note. He picked it up almost spilling the plate and read the written note. It said all these things about how even though he was a little strange he was still loved. He was still creativity just a different kind and that should be respected. He gave a toothy smile as the note informed his that this dark green cookie was made with expired ingredients, mildly burned, and had bleach for flavor. He nommed on the cookie with delight as the disgusting taste filled mouth.
“Thanks, Daddy~”
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Additional: Patton knew his kiddos pretty well and he knew that today was one of the not-so-good days. He always liked to calm down with a cookie so he may as well treat the others! It took an hour or maybe two to bake all the different cookies and write all the notes. It was certainly nice to see his kiddoes sleep peacefully on or half-on the bed. Knew they would, now he made them all he needed was for them to be happy. He certainly didn’t expect letters back. A small white envelope with Logan written dark blue, a parchment esk envelope with a red wax seal and Roman written in red ink, a mangy ink splattered letter with Virgil written in Tim Burton font, a yellowed envelope with Janus in careful yellow cursive, and a torn and bitten letter with Remus made out of letters from articles and newspapers. Each one talked about how kind the gesture was and how much they each appreciated it, with some more sappy than others. His favorite thing though was they all ended by saying thank you in their own way. It was all a dad could ask for.