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Fanfiction: Is silence golden?

Writing took me a lot of time, translating even more. So PLEASE tell about any mistakes and typos, thank you! I hope you will like it! ^^ Enjoy your life! Genre?: Like always in my work comedy/fluff? Relationships: logicality, logince (friends - platonic) Warnings: Em, brief mention of food and death I guess… Let me know if I should add more… World: HumanAU, SoulmateAU Word count: 10561 Summary: Logan is fully satisfied with his life. He has a loving family, a loud but good friend and he is living according to his daily routine. There is only one small drawback. From birth he has words written on his forearm which are the first sentence his soulmate will say to him. It would be ideal if he was able to READ them. But does he have to?

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Logan woke up, sit on his bed, stretched and looked at the clock on the desk. It showed 6:30 am. Exactly how it should be. In half an hour it will ring, informing him that it’s already 7 and, if Logan does not want to be late for school, then he has to get up. Of course, unnecessarily. His biological clock was waking him up in the right time for a long time. That’s why he could now calmly and unhurriedly get ready for a school.

He started by changing pyjamas into his everyday outfit. When he was removing his blouse, his gaze went to his left forearm. There was a black inscription around its center. At least he knew that it’s probably inscription because it looked rather like series of randomly combined strokes and dots, in addition very fine and curved. If somebody told him that it is message in Morse code he would have believe in it. Unfortunately it wasn’t. How did he know it? Because he checked it. Morse code was more regular and recurrent. However, he was certain that black pattern was an inscription, because the appearance of it at his birth meant that he has a person related to him with their soul, his soulmate. It was a message, the first sentence said by his soulmate to him. His answer to that will create a soul-bond between them. If they will realize that these are the words. However, to make it possible, Logan should be able to READ them. Unfortunately, apparently, the everyday handwriting of his soulmate’s probably no one was able to decipher although many have been trying. This is his wonderful luck.

Czytaj dalej

Midnight Shift

A/N: This might be a series? It depends on how much I can think of to write for it

Shifters were a thing of fiction, they had taught. Of fantasy novels and superhero comics- something you might find in a children's story. Not sitting in a bedroom on the second floor of an apartment complex, cramming for his astronomy final.

Logan threw down the textbook with a resigned sigh, looking up at the clock. 1:32 it read, in blinking red lights.

I should probably get some sleep, huh?

As he reached out to turn off his desk lamp, Logan's stomach let out a low growl. He paused, letting his hand come back down to rest on the desk.

...maybe- maybe just a snack, before bed, He thought. Patton doesn't have to know. I can be quiet.

And besides, a smaller part of him said. You can control your shifting better with a full stomach and a rested mind.

Logan didn't know why he could Shift. He didn't know why the ability developed, why no one else seemed to know anything about it. Why it had been so hard to control. It was just a part of him at this point, a trivial thing. Like the color of his clothes, or the way he could write just fine with either hand.

All he knew was that people never reacted well.

He shook the thought out of his head, standing up and heading for the door. Now now, no time for those thoughts. Get your snack and get to bed.

He slunk out of his room, stepping extra lightly as he passed Patton's door. There was no reason to have him up at this hour.

Logan managed to make it to the kitchen uninterrupted, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he pulled open the fridge. They needed to go grocery shopping soon, but inside sat a decent amount of food- fruit, some sandwich meats, a block of cheese...

"Aha! Crofter's," Logan whispered, reaching for the jar. "Maybe I'll make some toast.."

Logan shut the fridge, spinning around on his heel to walk towards the fridge. However, a sudden movement in the doorway made him jump, nearly dropping the jam and ruining his whole escapade.

"...Logan?" Patton mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "What're you doing..?"

"Er.. just grabbing a midnight snack," He said. "I- my apologies, if I woke you up. I tried to stay quiet."

"S'okay. 'M just getting some water."

Logan nodded, letting the half-sleeping man walk past him to the sink before popping a piece of bread in the toaster. He tapped his foot as he waited for it to cook, turning back around to face Patton.

He had gotten his cup of water, and was now sipping at it while staring quizzically at Logan.

"..hey, Lo?" He asked. "..is that- is that a tail..?"

"..what?"

Patton pointed to something just behind and below Logan, slowly raising an eyebrow. Logan looked down, all the blood rushing out of his face when he saw that he did, indeed, have a tail.

"...Logan?"

He didn't respond, staring in horror at Patton for a moment before bolting out of the room. All sense of stealth was forgotten as he sprinted back to his room, slamming and locking the door behind him. Logan shut his eyes, sliding down the back of the door until he was sitting on the ground with his head in his arms. He forced the tail away, wincing only slightly as it disappeared with a pinch.

Please let him forget it, Logan thought, struggling to take a deep breath. Please let him think it was a dream.. please- please let me stay this time...

[Logicality] Pleasant Dreams

[Written originally to be a "I hope everything's okay, I hope this cheers you up" sorta thing. I wrote this at like 1am and I was tired so I wrote Logan being sleepy.]

[Warnings? Logan over-working himself I suppose.]

Logan read over the paragraph again, focusing harder to make sure the information stayed with him. He squinted, rubbing his eyes under his glasses and tried again to double check. He furrowed his eyebrows and stifled a yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

The kitchen lights glared above him as he tried to focus. He had to finish his work. Thomas needed him to. This was apart of his function.

He barely noticed the presence behind him until there was a hand threading their fingers through his hair. Logan sighed and tipped his head back against the body behind him. 

"Lo… Why are you still up?" Murmured Patton, voice soft with sleep. He was in his onesie and the glasses were askew from constantly rubbing his own eyes.

"Finishing off my work. Go back to bed. I'm almost done." Sighed Logan, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to enjoy Patton stroking his hand through his hair for a moment. Patton shook his head.

"Nuh uh mister. You're tired. You need sleep. If I'm going to bed, then so are you." Said Patton, looking down at Logan in the kitchen chair. He looked at the work and saw that while there had been some progress in finishing it, it wasn't the amount or high standard he would see Logan do when awake and alert.

"I'm not-" Logan went to argue his statement on his state but yawned, proving Patton right. Patton chuckled lightly and hummed. "C'mon Logan. You can finish this off tomorrow. It's time for bed." Said Patton. Logan sighed, shoulders deflating as he surrendered. 

"Alright… let me pack this up…"

Logan sluggishly got up before yawning again, his balance wavering. Patton took his arm and gently guided him out the kitchen.

"Nope. Just leave it for now. You're too tired. You look like you'll pass out any second Logan." Said Patton softly, resting a hand on Logan's cheek. Logan focused on Patton and sighed, leaning gently into the touch.

"Fine… Bed it is…" Said Logan. Patton smiled and slowly guided him to his room. For Logan, time moved like a blur. One moment he was in the living room dressed completely in day clothes and the next, he was being put into bed dressed in his onesie. His glasses were now sat on his bedside cabinet next to his clock.

Logan groaned tiredly as his head hit the pillow and Patton chuckled. "That better now?" Asked Patton. Logan nodded sluggishly before patting the bed. Patton smiled at the silent request before slipping under the covers and taking own glasses off too, setting them on the cabinet as well.

Logan had never been much of a contact person but ever since Patton had somehow wormed his way into his heart, he always slept better in his arms. He snuggled closer as Patton gently pulled him into a cuddle.

They both sighed softly and relaxed, eyes closing and enjoying the gentle warmth for each other.

"Goodnight Lo, I love you." Murmured Patton sleepily. Logan hummed softly. "And I to you Patton. Sleep well and have pleasant dreams..." Mumbled Logan with a relaxed expression. Patton smiled and the two slowly drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

The night was peaceful and the morning was calm. Logan silently cherished those soft sweet moments and in them, Patton would always be the main focus.

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[I hope anyone who reads it enjoyed it!]

Rain On Me

Alternative title: Lovesick Morons Don’t Carry Umbrellas

A one- shot                      AO3

The only right way to read the title of the fic is with the melody of “Take on me”.

Summary: Basically, Virgil has a crush on one of his best friends. It’s a pain in the ass. Logan and Patton know everything, but won’t say a thing.

‘Roman stares at him as if he could read his mind, an intensity that’s natural in him, but something’s amiss. Virgil needs to make an effort to remember to breathe. Roman swallows. An invisible pressure grows between them, Princey is playing a pizzicato with his veins and thank god the table’s in the way. ’

Virgil has a crush on one of his best friends. It’s a pain in the ass. 

Sometimes Virgil wishes Roman and him were still on bad terms, or, at least, not having got over their friendly name-calling to deal with the awkwardness of intimacy. He’d prefer uncomfortable silence to the sensation of his heart squeezed like an orange under the warm pressure of Roman’s head on his shoulder. That was normal now. Uncomfortable silences had died to make way for a painful familiarity. His feelings begged for more than that. He wanted Roman’s lopsided grin to fall on his lips like rain, to hold his hand, to tell him the truth, tell him that…

Roman waits for him at the end of the street. He hasn’t seen him yet. He’s paying attention to his phone, something makes him smile. Virgil smiles too and picks up his phone from his pocket. 

“I’m watching you, Princey” he texts just as he walks towards him. 

Roman glances up looking for him. Virgil stops dead on his tracks and bursts out laughing. 

“Virgil!” says Roman half amused half surprised.

“You looked so genuinely confused”. 

“I was. People usually say hi instead of sending a creepy text, but I expected no less from you, Lord of Emo”. 

“Shame on me, I thought Pokemon go would have taught you to pay attention to your surroundings”. 

“Hey, we agreed on not talking about my Pokemon Go phase”.

“It doesn’t qualify as I phase if you haven’t gotten over it, Princey”.

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"But what if we could save them..? They were human before can't we just... find a way to turn them back?"

Logan sighed, putting down his pencil and closing the notebook he kept with him always.

"Patton, we've talked about this before. There is no way to revive them. The person they were before is gone. All that's left is the cerebellum and the other mid parts of the brain. That is the only part that's been relit, so to speak. It's all primal instinct. All that matters to them is getting food."

"I know..." Patton hugged his knees closer to his chest as he leaned against the wall. He had mused this thought when the world first went to shit but since Virgil's death, Logan's explaination's didn't sink in like they once did. "...but what if we didn't finish him off?" He choked on his words. "We could've kept him locked up... in case we found another solution."

"Another thing I've explained to you before. His body would rot away until there was nothing left. That would be a crueler fate than a bullet, would it not?"

Patton remained silent for a moment. Logan glanced over at him in concern. The setting sun barely illuminated the room to show Patton's smaller frame shaking like a leaf.

For Logan, the death of his two friends hurt like nothing he ever felt before but he went through the grieving process quicker than Pat. Patton remained in the denial phase. Standing up from the torn leather armchair, Lo slipped his notebook and pencil into his back pocket then walked over to him. He knelt down and placed a hand on Patton's shoulder.

"Go look out the window." He mumbled softly, helping Patton to his feet. He rubbed the tears away and stumbled over with Lo's help. A shakey hand pulled the curtain aside and for a brief moment, his thoughts were pushed away by the awe.

Patton's hand rested on the glass as he looked out at the worn down suburban neighborhood. The sky that was earlier all grey had been replaced by a brilliant golden glow. Purples and pinks danced together on the outskirts while the yellow and orange blended in perfectly.

For a moment, he forgot about the groaning undead that stumbled around in the streets. From up in the second floor, they looked almost normal. Like people going about their business.

"Lo..."

"Hm?"

Patton's hand slid off the window and gripped Lo's in both of his, bringing them close to his chest. "Roman's still there." He smiled, a single tear running down his cheek until it hit the wooden floor beneath them. "He's still there. Painting the sky for us."

"Patton, that does make any-" Logan stopped his sentence when he saw how happy the thought made his friend. He sighed and gave up giving an explanation on how sunsets work. If this helped speed Patton on to acceptance then so be it. "You know what. Yeah. He is..."

The smile on Patton's face was worth it.

They had remained holed up in the house to grieve their losses but when the groans outside got louder and no longer tolerable, Logan decided it was time to leave their safe haven to find a new one. He was already writing down a checklist of necessities and scouring a map he made of places they had been.

"We've been east and south..." he thought aloud to himself. "The only place left to check is west of here."

"Why not north?" Patton asked, walking in with their bags. He set them on the floor and walked over to where Logan was.

"Because the further north you go, the colder it gets. It's best to remain south where its warm. Less reanimated corpses that way."

Patton still looked confused.

"The heat rushes the decaying process. The faster the undead decompose, the less we have to handle."

"Oh." Patton nodded. "Makes sense."

Logan slid the notebook to him. "Check over that for me and make sure I didn't miss anything we need."

"Canned foods. Batteries. Water. Ammo. Medicine. Bleach...?"

"We can purify the water with it."

"Isnt that... dangerous?"

"Not if you use very little."

"Ah." He kept skimming the list then nodded. "Looks like you got everything."

"Good. Let's go then." Logan folded up the map and placed it in the cover of his notebook.

"Wait, I made breakfast. Shouldn't we eat?"

"...yea, you're righ-, I mean, that's a good point."

-

They left their shelter after a poorly scrapped together breakfast. Patton had complained about how he couldn't do much with such a jumble of random ingredients but was silenced by Logan's explanation of how the taste wasn't the point. The nutrition was.

The morning was still early but the sun was already burning hot above them. Some birds sang from the trees nearby but other than that, it was eerily quiet.

"I dont understand..." Logan muttered, glancing around in confusion. "The streets were nearly full just two days ago. I would've expected to run into at least some trouble by now."

"Well that's a good thing, isn't it? Just enjoy it for now. No need to overanalyze it until it passes~" Patton turned to grin at him. Logan hesitated for a moment but the cherubic smile melted his brain to mush and he couldn't think of a way to respond. His hand moved on it's own, reaching for Patton's, but he snapped out of his trance when his finger brushed against his. Patton grabbed his hand before he could pull away.

A hint of a smile twitched on Logan's face but it was noticable enough for Patton to catch. If there was anybody else that he had to be with as the world went to hell, he was glad it was him.

Their walk of blissful silence was quickly over as Patton let out a noise of excitement.

"Lo..." he tried his best to talk in a hushed whisper. "Do you see that?"

Logan tried to see what he was looking at but before he could, Patton let go of his hand and hurried forward.

"Wait!" Logan yelled but to no avail. Patton was already kneeling down, hand outstretched toward a feral dog. Concerned, Logan rushed toward him. Pat wasnt thinking clearly again...

"Heya, puppy~" Patton cooed, trying to get the dogs attention. The dog didn't pay him any as it remained curled up, shaking vigorously. Logan approached and placed a hand on his companion's shoulder.

The dog was making a sound between a whine and a growl. Patton glanced up at Logan with a sad expression.

"Do you think it's hurt..? Poor baby... " he went to pet the shaking dog to comfort it. Without warning, the dog jumped up and bit down on his hand. The crunch of bone snapping and Patton's screams echoed through the streets. Logan quickly rushed to his feet and with a swift kick to the dog's snout, removed it from Patton's hand.

The dog yelped but turned back around with a snarl. Patton scrambled backwards; clutching his injured hand in the other, close to his chest. As the dog leapt forward once more, a gunshot was heard. The dog collapsed to the ground and was still before Logan even noticed he had drawn his gun.

The air was filled with deafening silence as Logan looked at the dog then the pistol in his hand, stunned. He was only snapped out of his shock when he registered Patton crying.

"Let me see your hand..." he knelt down beside him, reaching out toward the injury. Patton shook his head vigorously, refusing to let him see. He nodded toward the dog in horror. Logan looked over to see what caused his fear. He couldnt look away from what he saw.

Now that the dog was still, he could see it's neck had been chewed away, infection obvious. The whites of its eyes were red and its leg had been decaying. It was an infected dog... and Patton had just been bit.

"I'm sorry, Lo... I'm so so sorry..."

Scuffles of limping feet and groans from the zombies caught Logan's attention.

"No time for apologies. We have to go. Now."

"Wha-"

"The gunshot drew them in." Logan interrupted. "Dammit, that was so careless of me! Come on." He helped Patton to his feet and looked around for a hiding place. Outrunning them would be stupid if they could just hide and wait for the undead to pass without knowing they were there.

Scoping the area, he noticed an apartment building not too far away. "Over there."

The group of stiffs had caught up with them faster than they anticipated. Logan pushed at the door to the building with no avail.

"Something's blocking the door."

Patton pointed with his uninjured hand to the side of the building. "Look!" A ladder leaned against the wall, leading to an elevated metal stairway. A fire escape.

Logan glanced towards the advancing hoarde then back to the stairway. "Let's go"

They rushed to the side of the building. Logan grabbed his pistol as he motioned for Patton to go first. Using his arm as substitute for his injured hand, Patton made his ascent, Logan following close behind. They checked every door in the stairway until they found an unlocked one.

"Wait, don't go rushing in." Logan grabbed Patton's arm and got between him and the door. He held the door shut as he banged on it. After listening for a moment, he slowly opened the door.

"It's clear."

He hurried Patton inside and locked the door. "Stay here. I'm gonna go look for a med kit."

"Lo, wait..."

Logan turned to him, worry clear in his eyes. "There's no time. We need to do something about the bite. Maybe we can amputate it-"

Patton reached up with his uninjured hand and put a finger to Logan's lips. "Its already too late..." Tears began flooding his eyes. "Look."

He held out the injured hand. Infection was already obvious but the most worrying sight was his veins. Black lines ran up his arm all the way to the bicep.

"It... It already infected your bloodstream. The running- the- the- blood pumping sped it up- Patton, I-" Logan stammered over his words, eyes stinging with a new emotion.

"Shhh... I know. There's nothing we can do now."

"No... No, I refuse to believe that. There has to be something I havent thought of. A blood transfusion- or, or a-"

Soft lips crashed into his own. Tears began streaming down his cheeks but he couldnt make out if they were his own. Patton wrapped his arms around Logan's neck, letting the kiss linger.

After a moment, he broke the kiss and hid his face in Logan's shirt.

"You're gonna have to let me go."

"I don't know if I can... please, Patton. Dont leave me alone." Logan clutched the back of Patton's shirt, holding him tightly. His mind raced with calculations of how long until he was really gone.

"You know I can't... There's no cure. I finally reached that last stage of grief, just like you wanted me to. I accept it. I'm gonna get to see the others again. Just... promise me that you'll beat this." He sighed a shakey breath. "You're the smartest person I know, Lo-berry. You can make it out alive. I know you will."

Words struggled to escape Logan's lips. Before he could make that promise, Patton's knees began to buckle from under him. Without a sound, Logan picked him up and placed him on the nearby couch.

"Logan... it hurts too much. Please... you know what you need to do."

"No, no, I cant- Patton, I can't.."

"Please. You did this for Virgil just as he did for Roman. Please do this for me too... don't let me go painfully-"

Logan's hand shaked as he gingerly placed his hand on the pistol. He pulled it away the moment his finger's reached the cold metal. "No, I cant. I need you here. I know I'm not good at feelings but letting you go isnt something I'm capable of..."

Patton reached up and cupped Logan's cheek. "It'll be okay. I'll still be here with you. Rooting for you every day. You can do this."

"NO!" Logan fell forward, holding the other close. His body racked with sobs that built up over the past year. No, not like this. God, not like this. He couldn't lose the only thing that made this shithole tolerable. He couldnt lose the light at the end of the tunnel. He couldn't lose his best friend.

How was Patton so strong through this? Why couldn't he be as well? It didn't make sense to him.

Patton hugged him tightly until his body shook with a coughing fit. "Lo... please. It hurts too much now. You gotta let me go, love."

"Please don't go..." his voice was weak and hoarse.

"I have to."

Still holding the other to his chest, Logan reached back and gripped the gun. His hand slowly reached up and placed the barrel to Patton's temple.

"Logan. Look at me."

"I can't."

"Logan."

He hesitated before looking at him. The slightest hint of a smile was on Patton's freckled face. His eyes were kind and understanding through the pain.

"I love you."

Logan squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

"I... I love you too"

• Epilogue •

An entire week had gone by since Patton's death. Logan remained in the house. He had buried the body, and with it, his last shred of hope.

He didn't eat or leave the house. He merely laid in bed and played the scene over and over in his mind. He thought about the promise he never made. Patton had wanted him to beat this. To help be the one to rebuild humanity. But how could he do that when he couldn't even bring himself to move?

His finger gently traced the sheets. His body was numb from crying til he could no longer. Patton was really gone. And he was really alone.

Almost robotically, his legs began to move. He shuffled out of bed and out the door. He wandered down the road, not unlike the undead he had seen take so many lives. His hand grabbed the pistol hanging from his belt for the first time since that day. As he stood in the middle of the street, he raised it to the sky.

"I'll see you soon... I promise."

The gun fired.

-

There's a corpse in this bed

also thinking about this like gay sephardic poet from like the 13th century who wrote that moses would not have written down the laws against being gay if he had seen how beautiful his lovers face was and im like god the layers the romance the religious emotions..

the poet is rabbi yehuda al-harizi/judah ben solomon harizi! it’s from his book of taḥkemoni iirc, and the quote is “if Moses had seen the way my friend’s face blushes when he’s drunk, and his beautiful curls and wonderful hands, he would not have written in his Torah: do not lie with a man”

Do You Like Meeee?

Happy late birthday @residentanchor! We had talked about this being adorable a while back, but I finally wrote it!

This is that blooper from SvS, but I ran with it being in the whole “Sides are the ones filming” universe that @randomslasher came up with!

Warnings: Deceit is ever so briefly mentioned, kissing, I think that’s it?

Word Count: ~500

Pairing: Logicality

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A drunk flirty Logan fic ~

So I made a post on how the sides would behave whilst drunk, and someone asked for this, so here it is!

(@midnightmagi)

Warnings: drinking, suggestive content (no smut though)

It was around 9pm when roman bust out the few, cheap bottles of wine he had more or less illegally scavenged from the imagination. He called for a ‘group meeting’, set up a small bundle of blankets and cushions about the living room and popped a dvd into the player. The lights were dimmed, and others began to flock to the circle of sofas and snacks.

Patton sat himself on the empty couch adjacent to where roman was settled on the floor, bowl of sour cream and chive pringles in his lap. Virgil poked his head in to check what all the fuss was about, interrupting the chattering pair when he flopped down next to roman, muttering at him to ‘shut up, I’m only here because there’s food,” and he promptly stuffed a handful of wotsits into his mouth, as roman raised an eyebrow in his direction, shit-eating smirk falling back into neutral.

The last to arrive was Logan, a folded book under his arm, prim tie still fastened to a crisp button up shirt. He took the remaining empty seat next to Patton, and offered a reserved smile to the collective. The film was set to play, and they all watched in relative silence through each twist and turn of the first Mulan. A few more movies were cycled through before roman started to sigh and fidget, Virgil was on his phone, and Logan had picked up his book and begun to flick through it again. Roman decided to break the boredom.

“It would seem this little ball of ours has come to somewhat of a standstill, what say we liven it up?” An underlay of mischief bubbled in his words, and Virgil shuffled around to face him, placing his phone face down on the carpet. “What did you have in mind, princey?” Roman snapped his fingers with a flourish, and a large board apparated itself onto the coffee table in the centre of the room. It was engraved intricately with each of their names, in according font and colour, and a small, empty wine bottle sat in the middle. Spin the bottle, with a twist.

“Explain.” Virgil said, mildly intrigued, having bled his tumblr feed dry by now. “Gladly, oh dark and stormy one. Here’s how it works: we each take turns to spin that bottle, and whomever’s name it lands on will be asked the fated question of truth or dare by the aforementioned spinner. The forfeit, should the spinee refuse to complete the dare or answer the truth, will be swirling a hefty amount of this.” He gestured to the bottles of dry red behind him.

Much to his surprise, everybody seemed to be on board with the idea, all communing on the floor around the table. Roman claimed that since it was his idea, he should spin first. And so he did. The bottle’s neck stretched toward Patton, and a mirthful expression worked into the prince’s features as he asked, “Patton, truth or dare?” The father figure figment in question gulped slightly, and replied with a muted ‘truth’, inciting Roman to grin wider, and confer with himself briefly. “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone?” Patton gulped again, harder this time. “What do you mean by that?” Roman’s grin threatened to tear his cheeks as he replied, “I don’t know, Patton, you tell me ~”

The game continued at a relatively mild pace, although Roman did throw in a couple of ... spicier questions and dares, just to keep things interesting. It was when the dares began to get far too ridiculous that one side in particular began to forfeit.

That side was Logan.

Thirty minutes into the game and he was mildly tipsy, fourty and he was swaying lightly, an hour and he was drunk. Two whole hours had passed and Logan was completely and utterly battered. A few of the others had forfeited on occasion, but with Logan it became trend. Currently, he was sat, pale and heavy lidded with his back against the sofa, a restless smirk plastered to his face. Virgil chuckled to himself and shook the bookworm’s shoulder, “Logan, you alright there?” The response he received shocked everybody in the room. “Oh I’m doing just fabulously, Virgil~” Logan rolled the ‘V’ for emphasis and leaned over to press the tip of his finger to Virgil’s nose playfully. Virgil leaned back in shock, and started to laugh, a laughter which was echoed in both Roman and Patton. “Oh my- oh my god, he’s plastered!” Roman’s hearty chuckles only spurred the others on.

It took mere moments for Logan to be on his prowl, so to speak, and he heaved himself up on to the sofa, next to Patton, and interrupted their fading laughter, “What’s so funny~” He punctuated his question with a frisky smile, and a gentle hand placed on Patton’s upper chest, an action to which the father figure’s face put tomatoes around the world to shame. Logan’s close proximity seemed to have sent him into all forms of gay panic, and things were only going to go downhill from there. Oh if only they knew.

Roman and Virgil both whipped out their phones, sat together on the floor as Logan passed every move in the book at Patton. “Hmm~ come here often?” Logan’s voice was slurred and thick in his alcohol ridden state, and his words were accompanied by heavy eyelids and fluttering lashes. Patton’s response was small and shocked, “D-do you mean the sitting room or..?” Logan nodded and shuffled closer. Patton shuffled away from him, but Logan caught his arm and pulled himself against the heart, so he was cornered on the small couch. “I was just thinking,” Logan pauses, “perhaps you’d like a change of scenery~?” Patton gulped, attempting to peel a clingy Logan form around his waist, “What do you mean by change o-of scenery?” His words stuttered and his face flushed intensely, but Roman and Virgil simply sat back and laughed. Patton was not thrilled. Logan tightened his grasp and whispered into Patton’s left ear, breath reeking of alcohol fanning his neck, “Oh, I don’t know, perhaps my room?~”, he said, a hand snaking up to his tie, loosening it considerably. Neither Virgil nor Roman had heard what the brain said, and before they had chance to ask, a soft thump distracted their questions.

Logan, in his wine induced stupor, had passed out on Patton’s chest, legs haphazardly wrapped around him like a koala. This was especially comical considering their height difference, Logan being the tallest of the group, and Patton the smallest by far. This earned another bout of giggles from the only two sides not engulfed in the embrace of a stupidly drunk repressed nerd. Patton glared in their general direction, and motioned with his only free hand, Logan had the other squashed under his leg, for them to help. They didn’t. The two instead collected all the emptied glasses and bottles of the evening, tidied the kitchen and left for their respective rooms, calling a hearty ‘goodnight~” to Patton, and making kissy noises in his general direction as they ascended the stairs.

Patton, now incredibly distressed, attempted to wiggle his way out of the taller man’s arms, but to no avail. He was well and truly stuck. So, he accepted his defeat, and huffed softly, laughing st the situation for the first time tonight. Just his luck, wasn’t it? Ah well, nothing he could do now. So, he tentatively wrapped his arm around a gently snoring Logan, and pulled him closer - just to make sure they wouldn’t fall off the couch, of course. The sleeping man in question nuzzled further into Patton’s chest, and that made the moral side’s heart skip more than he’d ever admit. Patton slept well that night, better than he thought he would.

It was waking up to a hungover and confused Logan that caused a fuss.

What happens when @thejoanglebook, @tallykat3, and I have any free time on our hands. This is so frickin silly, but the audio was funny, we were having fun, and I had the boys, so here lol (Audio: Bo Burnham; Makeup: @tallykat3)

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Ikigai

Title: Ikigai

Word Count: 5,955

Summary: Ikigai. (n.) a reason for being; the thing that gets you up in the morning. Or, five times Logan Sanders doubted himself as a father, and one time he didn’t. Human!AU, Parents!Logicality with focus on Paternal Analogical dynamics with moments of Paternal Logince dynamics as well.

Warnings: cursing, crying, lots of self-doubt, adoption, hospitals, car accident mention, vague mentions of death/dying, absent father/abuse in the form of emotional neglect (not perpetrated by any canon characters), anxiety and panic-attacks, mentions of depression, fluff, softness.

A/N: This fic kind of happened by accident almost. I hope it’s okay! Got some mixed feelings about it. I hope you enjoy. Edited by yours truly so all mistakes are mine. Shout-out to @creativenostalgiastuff for her help in brainstorming a few things for this fic.

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The hospital linoleum floor is waxed so thoroughly that Logan thinks he can see his reflection between his shoes. The small room is crowded with nurses and a doctor as they prepare the person in the bed to move to recovery. Logan promises to check up on her soon. She gives him a tired but content smile. He does his best to stay out of the way, shifting along the wall to stand by the window that has its blinds drawn.

“Logan,” his husband says in a quiet voice.

“Yes?” Logan looks up, coming up suddenly short at the sight before him.

Patton’s flop of brown curls fall messily into his eyes. The fluorescent lights above them reflect in the lens of his glasses, even as his gaze is latched onto the bundle of cream-colored blankets in his arms. Nestled against his chest, Patton looks down at the newborn in his arms with something in his eyes that Logan can’t quite pinpoint. Love, clearly. But something else at the same time. Devotion, perhaps.  

“You wanna hold Virgil?” Patton asks, finally glancing up to meet his husband’s eyes. It’s then that Logan can see the beginnings of tears forming in the corner of Patton’s eyes.

Logan is an astrophysicist. His entire life had always centered on figuring out the universe and humanity’s place in it. He worked in fields of science and research, frequently writing long reports, dissertations, and essays that utilized precise words to explain complex phenomena. Logan understood how stars were created and destroyed, he understood patterns of behavior in the universe, and he situated those understandings in language understood by users of scientific research journals and the general public alike. He could write and speak eloquently on the complexities of String Theory in both scientific jargon and in plain English. Words rarely escaped the scientist.

He finds words failing him entirely now.

Logan nods, accepting the bundle that Patton eases gently into his arms. He cannot find the words to explain why the breath leaves his lungs so entirely when he looks down at the infant in his arms. He knows suddenly and intensely that this tiny little person in his arms is the most wonderful, breathtaking thing he’s ever seen in his life. Virgil.

Logan had always been a man of science. But a small part of him—distant and quiet but with complete conviction—can’t help but think he’s holding a miracle. He feels a sudden fear grip his lungs and squeeze at his throat. I don’t know how to be a dad, Logan realizes with a faintly dizzying surge of uncertainty. He tries to swallow the fear down.

“Hello,” Logan says softly to him. His voice comes out a whisper. “Welcome to the world, Starlight.”

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Virgil: Go crawl in a ditch and die.

Roman: I hope you get hit by a bus.

Patton: *walks into the room*

Roman: Aren’t we the bestest of friends?

Virgil: The best!

Patton: *smiles and walks out*

Virgil: I’m going to push you off a cliff.

Roman: Not if I push you off first.

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