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marimogf-archived · 2 months

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hope i’m not too late to send in an inbox 🥹 but for the song thing ur doing i would love to req one heh

song: tek it — cafuné

genre: fluff

character: satoru!! :3 🩵

logaaaan i'm so sorry for being so late, i hope this gives you some comfort :( 🩷

listen

contains: reader wears makeup, pining, satoru doesn't know feelings, he's so loser coded i love him, tiny splash of angst; wc: ~1k

as always, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!! 💗

PLEASE READ MY DNI BEFORE INTERACTING!

“look! there's gonna be fireworks by the river! can we go, ‘toru? please?” you waved the flyer in front of his face while putting on your best puppy eyes, a little pout accompanying it.

“yeah, yeah, okay fine,” the white-haired man grumbled, snatching the flyer out of your hand and reading through the details. it was the day before you were leaving to study in a different city, leaving him, shoko and suguru in tokyo.

as his cerulean eyes studied the paper, you were already scurrying about, packing more belongings into various boxes lying around in your apartment. satoru watched you from his peripheral vision, noticing how empty your home suddenly looked. it became all too real to him that next week, you would be somewhere entirely unknown.

and he'd be alone with his feelings.

he didn't know when those feelings start to blossom in his chest. when the line between being friends and lovers blurred. was it when you drunkenly confessed to suguru that you’d liked satoru but it'd never work out because his family wouldn't approve? was it when, in that same night, satoru offered to let you stay at his and you mumbled a “thanks, love you” into his fluffy sheets?

maybe it was when you snuck onto the roof of his parents’ house to look at the moon. your favorite pastime. you would always tell him that the moon was just like him to you. always there, always watching over you. but he was also always above you, a constant reminder of how unattainable and untouchable he'd be.

he didn’t know when it became more than just friendship.

never having had those feelings before, he also didn't know how to navigate them. his first course of action was to distance himself from you, in hopes that those feelings would subside. but in the contrary, he missed you so much that he almost spilled like a full glass of water when you asked him if everything was alright in that soft voice of yours.

of course you had noticed, you could read him like a book. it's almost like you had the six eyes instead of him.

the night of the fireworks, you met him at your usual hang-out spot underneath the weeping willow by the river. there were already a few stray fireworks going off, illuminating the sky in one minute intervals.

satoru couldn't take his eyes off of you, hair and makeup done in a way that was only reserved for special occasions. with the summer heat making your skin glow.

you engaged in meaningless small talk, the air thick with the knowledge of your departure the next day. when the announcement came that the fireworks would officially start, you took satoru’s clammy hand in yours to drag him to the side of the river.

as the fireworks went off with loud whistles and bangs, satoru’s eyes wandered over to you. he took in your amazed expression. eyes sparkling in the different colors of the fireworks, skin shiny from the light sheen of sweat you worked up and lips stretched into a big smile.

satoru’s heart jumped into his throat when you turned to face him, flushed cheeks burning.

“thank you for accompanying me here for my last day, ‘toru. it really means a lot.” your gentle voice barely reached his ears over the tumult around you.

he could barely swallow the lump on his throat, gulping hard before awkwardly chuckling. “yeah, don't worry about it.”

leaning over to him, you pressed a chaste kiss on his scalding cheek, watching as his flush traveled to the tips of his ears and down his neck.

“i’ll miss you more than anyone else.”

his heart leaped out of his chest, the words he so desperately wanted to say on the tip of his tongue, his brain screaming at him to just say it!!!

but he swallowed, hard, burying his feelings deep down.

“you're acting like we won't see each other ever again,” he laughed, throwing his arm around your shoulders. you joined in with giggles, leaning into him and feeling his accelerated pulse against your ear.

“we won't for a while.”

the next day, you tearfully said your goodbyes and tried to memorize everyone's scent by hugging them just a few seconds longer. last in line, of course, was satoru.

the world stopped turning for a moment as you locked eyes, yours filling with fresh tears and his burning as well. shoko and suguru gave each other a knowing look, excusing themselves to the convenience store next to your apartment building.

“thank you for coming,” you mumbled, stepping towards his slender figure, tear streaks adorning your hot cheeks.

“what kind of best friend would i be if i didn't see you off?” he replied quietly, his heart jumping to his throat and closing it off.

you wrapped your arms around his slim waist, burying your wet face in his chest. his warm hands found your back, rubbing soothing circles. his lips pressed against the crown of your head with a low hum. little did you know he was fighting back tears of his own, not wanting to seem weak in front of you and his other friends.

he watched intently as the moving company workers loaded the remaining boxes into their truck and closed it off, honking the car to signal their nearing departure.

you sniffled into his shirt, inhaling his scent for one last time before separating from him. ”that's my cue.”

he, along with your other friends that had returned, watched as you got into your car with one last wave. as the engine started running, so did the hot tears down satoru's cheeks. he earned himself ruffle of his hair from suguru and a sympathetic smile from shoko.

that night, after confirming that you got to your new apartment safely, he climbed up to his roof. just like when you were here, he missed your warmth next to him.

as he looked up to the moon shining brightly in the starry midnight sky, his phone vibrated with a message from you.

‘we're still looking at the same moon <3’

a/n: kgksjdshs ngl i struggled a bit with this but it's finally out!!! please remember that this is one of the last things i will put out before completely moving blogs!

tagging @satoruhour (thank you for helping me 😭), @tojiella @kizoken @gojoest @ramonathinks

#gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #satoru fluff #satoru x reader #satoru x reader fluff #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #˚₊‧꒰ writing ꒱ ‧₊˚#idk what to tag LMAO

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sttoru · 3 months

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your theme looks so so cute in light mode the white n blue is sooo fun so satoru… I LOVE IT HEHE

THANKYOU LOGAAAAN !!!!! NEW UR THEME IS SO HOTTT TOOOO

#sttoru responds.

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callouiee · 6 months

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!

logaaaan ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ i love youuuu

#i needed this today 🥹#thank you babes 🥹#love mail

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gabswrites · 3 years

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Just a little bad ~ TSS

I saw this post and couldn't not write something.

I hope @artforlogince likes it :3 (because it was their idea after all)

Pairing: Logince.

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He was ok. It was just a little pain in the stomache, nothing to worry or fuss about.

He winced. His face pressed against his pillow and a hand travelled to where the pain was.

His stomach ached so bad, but he had to work. He couldn't just waste all day laying in bed.

He got up, took a deep breath and prepared himself for a work day. His chemise, his tie, his glasses, brushing his teeth, combing his hair.

He was okay. He was so okay he was gonna work even more.

.-.

It has been 5 hours. Logan has been sitting in front of his computer for 5 hours feeling like dying. He ate a bit, he drank water and he took some medicine. He knew that he had to take care of himself, he wasn't stupid, but he couldn't left his responsabilities unattended; even when he felt like dying.

"Logan!" a singing voice came from outside his door and he sighed.

He didn't have the energy to deal with Roman in that moment. Yes, he loved him, he was his favorite person in the world, but... aghh, he wouldn't understand him. Maybe if he didn't say anything...

"Logaaaan. Love of my life, the sun of this planet, I miss you, I feel like I haven't seen you since forever"

Logan rolled his eyes fondly. He was a dramaqueen (yes, it's from one of his cards).

"Roman, I'm busy working. I talk to you at diner." Even though he tried to sound as always, his voice was weaker.

"Are you sure, Lo?" Roman asked worried. "You don't sound well, love."

Logan nodded forgetting that the other one couldn't see it.

"Lo? ... I'm gonna come in..." he warned before opening the door worried about his boyfriend.

"You don't have..." It was useless. Roman had already entered. He tried to compose himself, but he really looked bad.

"Love..." a whisper came out from Roman's lips. Worry dripping through the word. Roman got closer and knealt in front of Logan. "Are you okay? Are you feeling okay? You look like you're about to drop dead... please tell me you're not about to drop dead."

"I'm not about to drop dead, Ro. Don't be dramatic. It's just a little stomache ache."

Roman looked at him suspiciously and looked around.

"Have you been working all day?"

"Yes... I can't not work"

"Lo! You're sick, you shouldn't work like this. C'mon, let's rest"

"Ro, I love you but I can't just stop working because I feel a little bad"

"I don't trust your definition of little bad, you overwork yourself always. C'mon, let me take care of you this once... please?"

Roman gave him his best puppy eyes to convince, he even pouted and took his hand caressing him.

Logan felt really tired and in pain. He nodded slowly and let himself being guided by Roman to his bed.

"C'mon, star, let's rest. I'll bring you some soup and medicine."

After eating and taking the medicine, Logan fell asleep.

Hours later, when Patton was searching for them, he found them cuddling. Logan was attached to Roman's middle and Roman had his fingers in his boyfriend hair. He took a pic and send him to Virgil. "Aren't they the sweetest?"

#logince #ts logan #ts roman #tss #ts sides #tss oneshot #oneshot #I saw a cool prompt around #I had to write it #fluffy #logan sanders #roman sanders #logan is sick #romantic logince #sanders sides #gabswrites #sanders sides fic

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thecampfirestory · 4 years

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I just... the one with Dee and Ro, Dee being there for Ro... BUT WHAT ABOUT LOGAAAAN? 🥺

listen Roman and Logan are best friends and theyre always hanging out and loving each other and their friendship is extremely cute and healthy in general

but i STRONGLY believe that, while neither or them considers the other a "best friend", Dee and Roman have this bond no one can explain

Okay listen im gonna get cheesy but idc this is how it is ddgjdhd

Roman and Logan are best friends

Roman and Dee are soulmates

#ask #campfire!florian #campfire!logan #campfire!dee #soulmate mention

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 3 years

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Forever Is A Long, Long Time

Pairings: Romantic Logicality

Verse: An Unlikely Suspect (Among Us AU)

TWs: Makeout mention, implied sexual activities, they’re really soft honestly..

Summary: Patton and Logan have been dating for a couple years now, but with only a month til their next voyage on the Skeld, and Logan working overtime to be the best Captain the crew could ask for, they rarely get some alone time. Luckily, Patton has the perfect idea...

(Recommended music: I Wouldn’t Mind by He Is We)

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One Month before the Skeld Departs:

Patton excitedly made his way along the corridors of MIRA HQ to reach the cafeteria; he’d been stuck in the greenhouse all morning and early afternoon tending to the needs of the plants and their development cycles, but finally he could spend time with his boyfriend. Logan had been working so tirelessly, Patton couldn’t help but admire his passion and drive.

After all, the Skeld’s next captain needed to be someone the crew could feel safest with after all. Not that Patton ever believed his boyfriend was incapable, if anything, he believed Logan was already more than qualified for the job. The crew echoed the sentiment as well. But Logan seemed determined to keep working himself into the ground at this rate.

Patton had decided to fix that.

In his backpack rested lunch for the two of them, made ahead of time to spare them the long wait in line, the cyan-clad crewmate merrily continuing his trek to the cafeteria until he could see that familiar silhouette approaching the intersection of the threeway corridor.

“Logan!”, Patton beamed cheerfully, his radiance only matched as Logan turned toward the voice of his beloved. Once they were within touching distance, Logan was more than welcome for the embrace Patton offered.

“Greetings Patton,”, he chuckled, clearly already exhausted, “I apologise for not dropping by sooner-”

“Don’t you go over-working that noggin of yours any more, Logan! You’ve been working hard, so I wanted to surprise you with a homemade lunch!”, he opened his backpack and pulled out the lunchbox he’d prepared when Logan stopped him gently. His hand softly caressed Patton’s, “That sounds wonderful Patton, but I would sooner enjoy it… well… with just the two of us?”, he gestured to the rather full canteen with a quick nod of his head.

Pat noted the red tint cradling Logan’s cheeks, standing out against the collar of his dark blue uniform. Equally flustered by the thought of spending some one on one time with his boyfriend, Patton agreed, “Of-! Of course!! Where um, would you like to-”

“We may do so in my cabin-”, Logan offered, making sure to clarify, “Simply for convenience! I mean, we have work we must be on call for-”

Oh my god, how could someone so tall and handsome look so adorably flustered in an instant?

Patton giggled, “It’s fine, Logan, lead the way!”

The trip through the halls brimmed with mirth and starlight; Patton’s puns - while Logan maintained they were still awful - never ceased to wrench a fond sigh and a smile from his boyfriend. Once they were comfy in Logan’s cabin, Patton carefully opened up the lunch box to present an array of home cooked goodies; a tub of pasta each, and some mini berry tarts made specially with Crofters Jam. The latter made Logan’s eyes glisten in a way Patton hadn’t seen since their last trip to Earth.

“Starlight,”, Patton nearly melted at the love in Logan’s tone, “Where did you get this? We haven’t been authorised for any recent excursions back to Earth...”

Patton grinned cheekily, “I miiiight have specially asked Remy to get his buddies at the Earth station to beam over some~!”

Logan gasped, “Patton! You know full well-”

“I know, “all snacks and supplies must be given a month in advance to be checked over”, but I always follow protocol every other time I’m manning the loading bay! One little stowaway isn’t gonna get me in trouble. Besides, I wanted to make this really special before your debut as our new Captain!”

A tenseness found its way up Logan’s spine, going easily noticed by Patton. His smile softened into a gentle concern, “....You’re ready, Sunshine. I know it.” An easiness settled on Logan’s shoulders at the nickname, prompting Patton to continue, “It’s scary being in charge, I really, really don’t blame you for being anxious about it, but if anyone can keep us safe, it’s you, Logan.”

Gracefully, Patton softly picked up a blackcurrant tart, softly holding it for Logan to take a bite, earning a flush of rosy pink across the taller man’s cheeks.

“Heck, I trust you with my life, now and forever, Sunshine.”

Logan gave a small huff, but his smile was unwavering as he took a bite of the tart. The delicious homemade filling was nearly as sweet and filling as the love and support Patton offered so readily.

“Forever is a long, long time, Starlight. But I agree.”, he licked his lips, “Your baking never ceases to amaze me, it’s delicious.”

“Well then, I suppose I should try it-”

“Absolutely.”

Without missing a beat, Logan softly set the treat aside and brought Patton in for a kiss. Soft and slow though that changed with a gentle licking of Patton’s lower lip. All of a sudden, the cyan crewmate could taste the berry flavour lingering on Logan’s tongue, letting himself be pulled into Logan’s lap. Their kisses always ended up this way; deep, romantic, full of longing, a scream of “I love you” in every second that melted away.

Patton let out a small gasp as Logan broke their kiss to trail his lips down Patton’s neck, “Logaaaan… I thought you said-”

“Change of plan.”, he murmured against Patton’s neck, “Turns out I would rather die than be without you for too long.”

He joked, softly meeting Patton’s flushed gaze, “Besides, I am the Captain now, I believe I am allowed to bend the rules a little…”

Patton had no intention of arguing. It wasn’t how he’d planned their time together to go, but hey, the ring in his pocket would just have to wait a little while longer….

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Part 1 of the An Unlikely Suspect pairing snippets!!

It’s so fluffy I almost forgot this canonically happens a month before the events of An Unlikely Suspect and OOF is that a punch to the gut. .... did I still add in a bunch of details that will make you all want to pry off my kneecaps with a spoon? Absolutely.

Here’s the original fic for those who haven’t read it yet! (do heed the tags! and there is a sequel in the works!)

Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword

#logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #among us au #an unlikely suspect au #i wouldn't mind #patton #logan #this is just really fluffy #mostly i mean theres a makeout and some implied but ssssh #forever is a long long time #my fics

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theimprobabledreamersworld · 3 years

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ahh if you don’t mind, I think “I swear it won’t happen again” could be really fun with either janus or remus ?? I imagine they get up to a lot of shenanigans jdhsjdjd

Aha this one was an interesting prompt! I liked writing this one! :D

So it’s another prank war story, but with Janus and Patton as the main characters this time... A nice platonic one again. Hope I’ve done the prompt justice! :)

Ao3 Link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/31288940

I swear it won’t happen again.

Platonic Patton and Janus.

TW: Food and drink. Some all caps text.

Prank wars were a staple activity in the Sander’s household. Everyone has pulled one prank on either one person, or the whole house. Today was Janus’ turn, he had no idea what prank to do so he needed to search for some inspiration.

He sat in his room and scrolled on his phone and searched for pranks that were funny, but not mean. The first time he ever engaged in a prank, it went too far and Patton sustained a minor injury. He made a vow that day, “I swear it won’t happen again.” For the first time in his life, he actually meant it. Patton smiled and shook it off saying it was fine, he didn’t want the pranks to stop, but Janus was consumed with guilt all the same. He would know when he found the perfect prank. He scrolled through a list, maybe it would be here.

Tape belongings to the ceiling- No, Remus did that last week.

Sticking cotton wool balls to the car- No, Logan did that one in the winter. It was pretty funny.

Sticking googly eyes to everything- If Virgil hadn’t done it already, he would have gone for that.

Making cream cheese deodorant- Roman did that to Remus, all he did was eat it and beg Roman to make more for him.

Dress up as someone else- Thomas and Nico did that, and everyone was confused for about half of the day.

He thought back to Patton’s last prank, he told Janus he had made brownies, which turned out to be multiple letter E’s on brown card. That’s it! Something linked to food or drink.

A lightbulb moment occurred in his mind. He’s got five hours until Patton got home, so he took out his phone from his pocket and sent a text to Logan.

‘Logaaaan?’

‘A text? With additional letters to simulate a pleading tone? This is… unusual for you. What do you need?’

‘Soo… I’m curious… How do you make milk unpourable?’

‘An interest in science?! This is definitely unusual, but okay! So, you need two tablespoons of water and a packet of powdered gelatin- mix that together. Warm about two cups of milk in the microwave. Stir the gelatin into the milk. Put it in glass bottle and keep it in the fridge for about two hours.’

‘Excellent, thank you!’

‘Hang on, I’m now concerned. What are you going to do with this information?’

‘Absolutely nothing, I promise.’

‘Hm, I don’t believe that for a second. Whatever you’re going to do. I’m NOT involved.’

Janus chuckled and got to work. Logan had never steered him wrong before, and if he could pull this off, he’d be setting a new bar! As he put the milk in the microwave and stirred the gelatin mixture, part of him couldn’t believe that this was how he was spending his Saturday afternoon. At the same time, he couldn’t help but think that this was going to be hilarious. He poured it into a spare glass milk bottle they had and put it in the fridge while setting a two hour timer on his phone. As he walked away he paused. He didn’t want anyone to go near this concoction, so he grabbed the house post-it-note pad and wrote

‘For the love of God, DO NOT DRINK THIS! Especially you Remus, you’ve been warned.’

He waited impatiently for the timer to tick down to zero, he couldn’t even focus on watching Sherlock which was saying something. Janus stared at the TV and tapped his fingers continuously on the side of the chair, then leapt up as the timer beeped at him ferociously. He practically sprinted to the fridge and flung open the door. One thing was confirmed, it definitely looked like milk and when he picked it up to shake it, it didn’t move at all. Janus marveled as he tipped the bottle up and down, but the milk concoction didn’t follow the motion. He giggled as he heard the front door open, he grabbed some cookies to put on a plate with the bottle next to them. Then snuck away to hide while making sure he could see the kitchen.

Patton sighed and shuffled his way into the kitchen. His eyes lit up as he spied the cookies, and looked around before taking a couple off the plate and nibbling them like a hamster. He squealed quietly and had a small smile on his face that Janus had to admit looked adorable. Patton finished off the cookies and then took the bottle, the moment of truth was here.

He took the bottle and raised it to his lips. He waited and then looked at the bottle curiously, he tried to raise it higher and no milk came again. He closed one eye and looked in the bottle to confirm there was something in it. He hummed with a curious tone and he tipped the bottle upside down, it finally dawned on him and he gasped. Patton wandered around the room swaying the bottle around watching how the milk didn’t move, no matter how vigorous his actions were. Janus held his hand over his mouth trying to stifle his laughter, but he couldn’t hold back anymore and came out of the shadows laughing. Patton jumped before he looked over then called out to Janus.

“Did you do this??” Patton tried to look serious, but the impressed tone in his voice was impossible to cover up.

“Yeah, well… Logan helped me out. He gave the instructions.” He smiled softly as Patton continued to play with the bottle.

“This. Is. Amazing! I’m so impressed, kiddo! This has got to be my favourite prank so far. It’s been a long day, and I needed this… Thank you!” He came over and wrapped Janus up in a bear hug which Janus happily reciprocated.

“Well, I didn’t mean for it to be a nice gesture… I swear it won’t happen again.” He giggled as he spoke and added a healthy dose of sarcasm, just so Patton knew he was only joking around.

“Suuure kiddo. I believe you.”

#tw all caps #tw food and drink #sanders sides #ts fanfic #ts patton #ts janus #Ts Logan #science experiment #platonic

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duskypinkbow · 3 years

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I am the softest soft to ever soft right now. And I love all these gifs you're making, Nics. My HEART.

THAAANK U LOGAAAAN 💕

I LOVE U SOO MUCH 🥺

#urrrg look at him #kxjdisbd #callmecupcakecastmember #answerd #love u logan 🥺

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always-anxious612 · 4 years

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Rainy Days

I was having a hard time coming up with ideas to write, but @catolicabuena saved the day and gave me the idea for this. I love you, Lizaaaa <33

Description: It’s raining, the perfect time for cuddles and fluff.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Logicality

Warnings: none, i don’t think.

It was mid-morning when the murky clouds that had been hanging in the sky finally broke open. It started with a light drizzle but steadily grew to a heavy rain within a matter of minutes. This was good. Great, actually. Things had been dry for a while: the flowers begging for a drink, the humidity reaching the most annoying level of sticky. The whole town was due for a wash. These types of days were Patton’s favorite. Days when he could hear the soft patter of rain on the roof, when the sky was shadowed with clouds, when the earth was damp with the sky’s tears. It may seem dreary or gloomy to some, but Patton knew that the rain would revive the earth; and soon, colors would seem brighter, the air would seem lighter, and everyone would be happy that it had rained. In Patton’s opinion the only thing that could make this better was—

“Patton?” a voice cut through the nearly silent house, startling Patton and making him gasp.

In the doorway of the kitchen stood a slightly damp Logan, looking thoroughly annoyed.

“Everything ok, Lo?” Patton questioned gazing at his husband’s appearance. “I thought you left for work.”

“I had left for work, but the class field trip I was supposed to supervise cancelled because of the rain and they told the students to stay home. They just forgot to tell me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, my star, but at least you get to stay home with me.” Patton grinned, eyes lighting up. Logan let a small smile slip onto his face at the words.

“Hmm, that’s true.” He agreed inching closer to his love.

“Logaaaan!” Patton squealed, giggling as Logan wrapped him in a hug. “You’re wet.”

“Apologies, love, I seemed to have forgotten my umbrella in the house this morning.” Logan chuckled leaning back to peck Patton’s lips.

“How about you go change while I make us both some tea. It feels like a tea and movie marathon kind of day, doesn’t it?” Patton suggested, wiggling out of the damp hug and already grabbing two mugs from the cabinets.

“That sounds, amazing, Pat. Would you like me to grab some extra blankets after I change?” Logan asked, still smiling softly.

“Oh, would you? Extra blankets are obviously a must for rainy day movie marathons.”

“Obviously.” Logan laughed before heading upstairs to change. Originally, he had been frustrated and honestly, quite annoyed that his class had been cancelled, but he wouldn’t trade movie marathons and warm cuddles with Patton for the world. And as the rain pattered softly on the roof, and the clouds shadowed the sky, and the earth was damp with the sky’s tears, Patton and Logan cuddled safely inside, relishing the strangely soothing silence that only rain seemed to bring to a house and whispered “I love you’s” throughout half-watched Disney movies. In Patton’s opinion, nothing could make this better.

#sanders sides #logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides fic #my fics #sanders sides fluff #fluff #ts morality #ts logic #logicality fluff

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residentanchor · 4 years

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In the Shadows Lies a Secret

A rewrite of an old idea I had for Halloween! And I finished it this time!

Word Count: 4762

Warnings: Creepy, disappearances, bad ending, no one technically dies I guess?, shadows

Pairings: none

Summer, 1987

“I’m telling you, I know what I saw!”

“I believe you, I’m just saying! How could you have seen him if he’s been missing for years? No one’s seen him in decades!”

“I don’t know, Rem, but I know it was him! I’m sure of it!”

“Just… Drop it? Please? I don’t like this, it doesn’t feel right.”

“....”

“Look, I just don’t want something bad to happen to you and this whole thing is creepy. I know you like creepy things but… You know I wouldn’t speak up otherwise.”

“... Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I… I should just forget about it.”

“I doubt you’ll be able to forget but just… try and let it go?”

“Sure. No more ghost hunting. Come on, let’s get home before the sun goes down.”

“Hey.... Thanks.”

“Yeah, shut up and let's go.”

Present day, 2017

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Patton.” The man leered into the studio apartment, scanning it carefully. “It’s rather… small.”

“Sure it is, but it’s mine!” Patton walked over and sat down on the couch facing a tv stand that held no television itself. “This is a futon so this is where I’ll be sleeping until I can get an actual bed.”

“That is where you’re sleeping? That can’t be healthy!”

“Roman, it’s fine!” Patton leaned back into the couch and grimaced a bit. “Besides, I have my eyes on a few of those city yard sale sites for a new bed. I snagged this for like, twenty bucks!”

Roman’s nose scrunched up at the unruly sight of the futon and sighed. He had helped bring it in the first time before the apartment was cleared out and it didn’t look any better in its new surroundings than it did the first time he saw it. “I mean, it’s not the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen… and as long as you plan on getting an actual mattress, I can let it slide. I don’t know why you didn’t just wanna crash at my place!”

“Because, Roman! I can’t keep relying on other people. You and Logan have been roommates for years and there’s hardly enough room for the two of you!” Roman sighed and nodded, agreeing with that statement. “I’ll be fine. It’s just until I can afford some real furniture.”

“I don’t know how you found this place.” Roman walked over to the only window in the apartment and pulled back the blinds. “It’s the creepiest part of town!”

“I think it just gives it character!” Roman looked over to his best friend as he smiled optimistically on his second hand couch. “Don’t you?”

Roman shook his head and let out a sigh. “I don’t understand how you’re never bothered or creeped out by things like this.”

“I dunno, never have. My parents even told me stories as a kid where I just unplugged my night light and hid under my bed. Said I was looking for my imaginary friend made of shadows or something silly.” Patton turned and fell back onto his couch, staring up at the ceiling. “I just find the dark comforting.”

“You’re a weird cookie, Pat, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Roman turned and looked around the empty apartment, one box of Patton’s clothes still not put away into the closet and a small box simply labeled ‘kitchen’ sitting on the counter. “Well, I have you all moved in since there wasn’t much. I’ve got practice I need to get to but you can always call me to come back if you snag anything else for this place, okay?”

“Okay! Thank you, Roman!”

“I’ll lock the door on my way out!”

Patton listened to the sound of the door closing shut with a click before he smiled. “Worrywart.”

Patton enjoyed the silence around his apartment, the passing of cars on the busy street below mixed in with a few faint voices as they walked by. It was a nice ambient noise, one he was going to have to get used to but certainly didn’t mind.

It was sweet of Roman to be concerned. After all, after Patton’s last job laid him off with no notice, he had to scramble to find a new place he could afford. He didn’t know what he would do without his two best friends helping him out. They had been living together for convenience for years while Patton had a solitary apartment by himself. They always thought it was weird since Patton was very social, but even he needed to recharge his batteries in solitude once in a while.

He decided to get up and sort through what little he still had before making an early dinner. There wasn’t much he could do for entertainment until the internet was hooked up, but he had his laptop and a few things on that he could still play without internet. Or he could always open the browser and play that game with the cute little dinosaur!

Sure, things weren’t perfect, but he had gotten through worse! He just hoped he was able to sleep well that night.

Spring, 1996

“Patton?! Sweetie, where are you?! Come to mommy honey!!”

“Mommy!”

“Oh, Patton, don’t run off like that, you scared me!”

“Sorry, mommy. I made a friend! He was super nice and said we can play later!”

“Not today, sweetie. You know you shouldn’t talk to strangers, okay? Come on, let’s go home. And don’t run off on me like that again!”

---

Patton woke up the next morning exhausted. He blinked and groaned, his back crying out in pain. Slowly, he stretched and realized that he was no longer on the futon but on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

Not exactly how Patton wanted his first night to go, but he was determined to not let that bring him down! He slowly sat up, wincing as his back cracked, and looked up at the futon. Maybe he just rolled out of bed? There was a discount store a few blocks over, perhaps a few spare pillows would help him sleep better. Besides, he didn’t have anything for breakfast anyway. Time for an adventure!

Much more optimistic about everything, Patton got up and dug through his box of clothes to get dressed since he didn’t have a dresser yet. He looked out the window at the slightly windy and chilly air and threw on a light jacket as well. Maybe a coffee wouldn’t be too bad with his breakfast…

---

Patton?” Logan called out. “Patton, are you alright?”

Patton blinked a few times quickly and looked over at his friend. “Yeah, why?”

“You seem to keep spacing out. Have you been sleeping properly?”

Patton let out a humm and shook his head. “Not really. I can’t seem to get comfy on the futon. Half the time I wake up on the floor! And I keep having weird dreams...”

“Has this been happening only since you moved into your new abode?”

Patton frowned and shook his head. “No. I mean, I was worried about moving so I was having troubles then too, but I’m sure it’ll pass eventually.”

“Perhaps you should look into other methods to help you sleep?”

Patton sighed and looked at Logan before smiling. “Sure, lay it on me, Lo.”

“Oh. Well, if you’re looking for something to lay on top of you, a weighted blanket may be helpful.”

Patton chuckled at his friend’s misunderstanding. “Sure, I’ll keep that in mind. What else do you suggest?”

---

Late Summer, 1987

“Woah, babe, you look awful.”

“Wow. Thanks, Remy. I feel so much better now.”

“Look, I’m just worried! You look like you didn’t sleep at all last night!”

“Ugh, yeah. It doesn’t feel like I did. I’ve been having this weird dream this week and last night I just couldn’t fall asleep at all. I felt like someone was staring at me.”

“Well, it wasn’t me! And no one else was in our apartment last night.”

“I know, I know…”

“What was your dream about?”

“I just was staring at my bed and not moving. And I kept trying to but it was like I was paralyzed and I start to panic. Then I wake up.”

“That’s… a bit weird.”

“Yeah, it’s really freaky when it’s happening but it sounds so stupid talking about it.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you that much. Come on, we can go to the library and check out one of those books on dreams and laugh at all the stupid stuff it says.”

“Yeah… sure, why not?”

---

Patton woke up on the floor, once more and groaned. Luckily, he had thought ahead and started placing cushions down where he kept waking up. He groaned and got up slowly, his feet protesting like he had been on them all night.

“Roman was right. I need an actual bed…”

He reached up to his side table to turn on the lamp before he froze. The table was bare except for his phone that sat faced down. He looked up and around his barren apartment before he saw it, sitting underneath the window with the blinds closed.

“How did you manage to get over there?” He slowly walked over, his feet protesting the movement. He reached out and opened the blinds, not sure how they were closed in the first place. “A bit of light makes everything better! Now, come on, lamp. Back to your post.” Patton chuckled at his little joke as he picked up his lamp and put it back on his table.

He was getting ready for his day when his phone started to ring. Running over, he was careful to pick it up and leave the lamp where it was before answering.

“Hello? Roman! Sure, I’d love to come over for dinner after work tonight!”

---

“Patton, we’re growing more concerned for you lately. You haven’t been sleeping properly in weeks!”

“I’m fine, really. Besides, I think I finally found a bed! It’s more than I want to pay but I honestly think I need it.”

Roman let out a sigh of relief and put down a bowl of dinner rolls on the table. “Good. I’ll help you pick it up and bring it to your place, just let me know when, okay?”

“You got it, Ro! I can’t wait to sleep in a bed again. I’m sure everything will go back to normal after.”

Logan furrowed his brows but kept quiet, still wary of what was to come.

---

Roman let out a groan as he awoke to the sound of a chime ringing out repeatedly. “Logaaaan. Answer your phone.” He nudged his roommate in the back who woke up abruptly with a gasp. “Logan!”

“I got it…” Reaching out, he swiped on his phone, the screen too blurry to read without his glasses. He let out a soft hiss at the bright screen before answering. “Hello…?”

“Oh, sorry to wake you Logan. Um… It’s Patton, by the way.”

“Patton, are you alright?” Logan rubbed his eyes before sitting up, reaching out for his glasses carefully in the dark. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, right, sorry. Um, I didn’t really plan on calling or anything. You know I’d let you sleep unless it was an emergency. Oh gosh, is this an emergency? I’m so sorry, I should have just let you sleep I’ll just go and--”

“Patton. PATTON! Breathe. Nice and slow.” Logan put on his glasses and stared at the clock, trying not to panic with his friend. “Now, tell me what’s wrong?”

“Um… I’m not at home.”

“Then where are you?” Logan looked over at Roman who was staring up, confused as to what was going on. Hearing half of the conversation didn’t help calm his worry.

“The, uh… You know the woods at the edge of town?”

“The--why are you in the woods?”

“I don’t know… I woke up here and I had my shoes on and I left my phone in my jacket and it’s almost dead but I’m freaking out and I don’t know what’s going on…”

“Roman and I can be there shortly to pick you up, okay? No need to panic.” Logan heard a gasp and a ruffled static noise coming from the other side. “Patton?”

“Please hurry… I don’t think I’m alone.”

Fall, 1987

“Remy, wake up!”

“Vee, do you have any idea what time it is?” The man grumbled into his pillow. “Let me sleep.”

“No, Rem, please wake up.” Virgil reached out and shook his friend frantically.

“Okay, geeze. What’s the emergency?” Remy looked up and blinked the sleep from his eyes, staring at his roommate. “Virgil, what’s wrong?” Remy immediately sat up, looking at his friend’s panicking eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”

“No, I’m really not.”

Virgil looked like he had been in full blown panic mode for a while. His hair was wild and he didn’t look like he slept in a week. Remy looked down and noticed he had his shoes on of all things.

“Wait, where did you go?”

“The woods.”

“What for?”

Virgil looked up at his friend as a tear slipped down his face. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I woke up there, Rem… and I wasn’t alone. I saw him again…”

---

“Unacceptable, you’re staying with us tonight.”

Patton sat huddled in the back seat of their car. Roman had brought a spare coat as the seasons changed and wrapped it around Patton’s shoulders.

“Okay…”

Logan sighed and glanced in the rearview mirror. “We’ve been really worried about you, Patton, and you keep shrugging these things off.”

“Yeah,” Roman turned around and looked at their friend. “We know creepy stuff never really bothered you, padre but… this has got to be weird, even for you.”

“Yeah…”

Roman turned to Logan who tensed up but kept his eyes on the road. “What do you remember, Patton? About tonight.” Roman asked, turning back to him as he spoke.

Patton shrugged and held the coat closer, staring at the floor of the car. “I dunno. I went to bed like normal and woke up standing in the woods.”

Roman nodded and frowned a bit. “And… were you alone?”

Patton opened his mouth to answer and froze, growing still. Roman patiently waited until Patton looked up and their eyes met.

Patton’s eyes were red from exhaustion and tears. His face still wet from the tracks that ran down them that he was too tired to wipe away. He sniffled and took a shallow, stuttering breath before he shook his head. “I saw someone.”

“And did you know them?”

“Um… No, not personally. But I think I’ve seen them before.”

“How about we go home and try to sleep?” Logan glanced in the mirror briefly again. “I’ll take the couch and Patton can share the bed with you, Roman.”

“Logan, no-”

“I’m not taking any arguments on this.” Logan cut him off. “You need to sleep in a real bed.”

“I have been sleeping in a real bed!”

Roman scoffed. “That hand me down is hardly even a bed, Pat. I would know, I helped you bring it into your apartment!”

“Right…” Patton leaned back into the cushions and sighed. “Fine. Just for tonight.”

“We can talk about this in the morning, okay?”

Sleep didn’t come easy to any of them that night. Patton called into work and his tired voice made him sound off enough that they wished him well. They charged his phone for him and let him lay in bed, scrolling through the internet absently while his best friends cooked him breakfast.

They ate in silence around the table, Patton poking at his food and taking small bites, eating more of it than he thought he would be able to.

“So,” Logan finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “About last night.”

Patton dropped his fork and sighed. “I think it’s best we go back to my apartment. There’s something on my laptop I want to show you guys.”

Roman looked over at Logan concerned before nodding. “Okay, let’s finish up and we can go.”

---

Patton turned the knob of his apartment door and tensed as it opened, his keys still in his hand. “Looks like I didn’t lock it…”

Logan and Roman shared a concerned glance as they all headed in. Roman reached for the light switch Patton seemed to have ignored and blinked at the state of the small apartment.

The lap was sitting tipped over underneath the window and all the blinds were closed. “A bit dark in here, huh Pat?”

Patton ignored them, reaching for his laptop and pulling it open. The futon was still pulled out and he turned to sit on it, waiting for it to boot up.

“What is it you wanted to show us, Patton?”

“This.”

Patton clicked away a few times before turning his laptop around.

Man Goes Missing in Woods, Never Found

Logan approached and scanned the news article that Patton had pulled up on his laptop. “Virgil Stone, 24, was last seen entering the Ward Lake Woods on late Friday morning. Witness says he followed after him but lost his trail. A search party was started--Patton, this is where we found you but… why do you have this on your laptop?”

“Because,” Patton scrolled and pointed to the photo of the missing person. “That’s who I saw in the woods. Virgil Stone.”

“That’s impossible!” Roman cried out. “This article is from thirty years ago! There’s no way this is the same person!”

“I know what I saw! This is him, I’m sure of it! And isn’t it weird that I saw him in the same exact woods I ended up in?”

Logan frowned as he stared at the face of the young man that went missing years ago. He looked up at his best friend, watching as he braced himself for what they had to say next. “Fine, if this is who you think you saw, then I’ll believe you.”

“Wha-Logan? You believe this?” Roman said, shocked.

“Well, Patton isn’t known to lie and if that’s who he thought he saw, then I’ll believe him. There’s enough weird stuff going on already, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah. Sure, I’ll give you that.” Roman held a hand out, silently asking for the laptop. Patton handed it over and watched as Roman scrolled down, pausing at the bottom. “There’s a name and contact here in case anyone sees him.”

“Yeah, Virgil’s best friend Remy. He was the last one to have seen him.” Patton spoke. “I’ve read just about everything about this disappearance. What about him?”

“Well,” Roman motioned to the screen. “You saw him, didn’t you?”

---

Fall, 1987

The disappearance of Virgil Stone

“Remy, this didn’t work the last two times we tried. Why would it now?”

“Because I don’t have any other ideas!” Remy cried out, frustrated. “I don’t know what keeps happening other than you seem to sleepwalk right out the front door past me. So this time, I’m gonna sit right here!” Remy sat down, leaning against Virgil’s locked door. “And watch you to make sure nothing bad happens!”

Virgil let out a sigh and laid down on his bed, pulling the blankets over him. “Thanks for trying anyway, Rem. I really appreciate it.”

“I’m not giving up on you, Virgil. You’re my best friend, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

Virgil decided not to answer.

---

“Hello? Is this Remy Picani?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve come to talk to you about, um… Virgil Stone?”

Patton froze as the line grew quiet. Eventually, he heard a sigh from the other end.

“If you’re doing some paper on it, I’m not up to talking…”

“No, nothing like that! Um, my name is Patton Morales and I think I may have seen him?”

“If this is some kind of prank-”

“No!” Patton cried out. “No, it’s not! I’ve been having these weird dreams and I guess I’ve also been sleepwalking? But I woke up in the woods the other day and he was right there, I swear! Oh, goodness, this sounds crazy now that I’ve said it out loud…”

“Sleepwalking?” Remy whispered. “You were sleepwalking and ended up in those woods.”

“Um, yeah. I know it sounds weird, but trust me! I know what I saw!”

“Tell me, Patton. Has this happened before? Weird dreams, sleep paralysis, exhaustion after you’ve woken up? Lighting fixtures moving around or breaking?”

Patton felt a cold sensation growing in his chest. Pure panic as everything the older man described was repeated back to him. “Um. Yes, actually.”

“You need to leave that city immediately.”

“E-excuse me?”

“This goes farther back than you can imagine. Virgil went through all the same stuff. He even saw someone else too.” Patton froze at the news. “His name was Thomas Sanders. He went missing back in the 50’s. No one ever found him. He just vanished from his home one day. Then, Virgil tells me he was searching the library and found an old news article. Turns out, this Thomas guy was who he had seen in the woods. I begged him to just drop it, but it wasn’t enough. Whatever he found had decided he was their next target.”

Fall, 1987

“Virgil!” Remy shouted, cursing himself for falling asleep. He didn’t expect his roommate to go out of the window on the second story, but it was too late for that. Somehow, he made it down relatively safe. Besides the slight limp he had at first, he seemed okay.

But now Remy had to run after him into the woods, desperately trying to catch up.

“VIRGIL!” He was so close, too. While Virgil seemed to be in a hurry, he was merely speed walking. Remy had woken up to an open window and empty bed, but just in time to catch his friend.

He reached out, grabbing his wrist and spinning him around. “Virgil, let’s go back, okay?” Remy couldn’t hide his own panic anymore.

Virgil stared at him, his eyes blank as he shook his head. “I made a promise…”

“V-virgil?”

“I have to keep it. I made a deal. I have to go.”

“A deal? What kind of deal? When?!” Virgil ripped his hand out of his friend’s grip and turned, sprinting off into the woods. “Virgil?! WAIT, COME BACK!”

“I spent hours looking for him after that. I called the cops and explained he went missing. They searched those woods for days. No one ever saw him again.”

“Oh my…”

“You need to leave that town immediately before the same thing happens to you, got it?” “Remy dear, who are you on the phone with?”

“No one, Em, I’ll be right there! …. Good luck, Patton. I really hope you make it out of this okay.”

---

Patton sat down and talked to Logan and Roman about what he had learned. While still a bit skeptical, their worry and concern outweighed everything else.

“Luckily, you’re on a month to month basis with your rent since you never signed a lease. We can have you moved out by the end of the month.”

Patton nodded as Roman gathered his things. He had only been on his own for a few months and now he was back to square one. “Okay.”

“I can help sell your stuff while we try and search for a job for you a few towns over. Hopefully that’s far enough that whatever is going on will pass.”

“Sure.”

Roman stopped and approached Patton carefully. “I’m sorry about all this, Pat, but we just care about you. This is some strange stuff going on.”

“I know.”

Roman stared at his friend, his bags under his eyes were deep and his eyes were glassy and tired. “We’ll treat you to dinner tonight and you can stay with us. Then, tomorrow, we’ll start getting you away from this place.”

Patton looked up and smiled. “Thanks, Roman. I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”

Roman smiled back and went back to packing things up. As soon as his back was turned, Patton’s smile fell.

“Patton, there is one thing I am still curious about.” Patton turned to Logan as he spoke. “You had all those articles because you had seen Virgil before. If the forest wasn’t the first time… when was it?”

“My name is Patton! What’s yours?”

“.... It used to be Virgil.”

“Well, what is it now?”

“I… don’t know.”

“Well, how come you came outta nowhere?”

“... I came from the shadows.”

“Wow! That’s so cool! Can you teach me to do that?!”

The man smiled and held out his hand. “Do you promise to come with me one day?”

“To play? I have to ask my mom first! But then can you teach me the shadow trick?”

“Of course.”

“Then I promise!”

“Patton?! Sweetie, where are you?”

“Sorry, I gotta go! Bye!!”

“Come to mommy honey!!”

“Mommy!”

“Oh, Patton, don’t run off like that, you scared me!”

“Sorry, mommy. I made a friend! He was super nice and said we can play later!”

Patton blinked and shook his head. “A long time ago… and in some of my dreams, I think.”

“Well, that doesn’t matter. We’ll get you sorted out of here in no time.”

Patton turned to the corner near the window and watched the curtains move with a breeze. He blinked and wondered if there was a draft, since all the windows were closed. It was too cold to have any of them open.

The curtain slowly drifted, pulling itself closed a bit before it stopped.

Patton smirked. Definitely not a draft.

“I think we should go.” The two turned to Patton who was still staring out the window. “It’s been a long day, you know? I just want to hang out with you two for today and try and forget about all of this.”

“Of course.” Roman put a few things down in a box and dusted his hands. “Let’s go have some fun.”

Patton held open the door and let both his friends leave before turning back into the apartment. He flicked the lights off and stared as it grew dark, suddenly seeing the shadows in his apartment shift around. With a nod, he closed the door and locked it before taking his key and placing it under the doormat before turning around and catching up to his friends.

---

“Good night, Roman. Good night, Logan.” Patton curled up on the couch and smiled at them. “You guys are the best, you know that?”

“Anything for you, Pat.” Logan nodded, agreeing with Roman’s statement. “Just wake us if you need anything.”

“Sleep well, Patton. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Patton waited in the dark for a while, staring at the ceiling of the living room. He heard his friends walking about until they finally settled in themselves. He sighed and sat up, getting to his feet quietly. He made his way to the front door and gathered his shoes before quietly opening the door, sneaking out into the night.

Once outside, Patton slipped on his sneakers and made his way down the street. His hands started shaking and his heart was pounding in his chest as he walked, Remy’s words still ringing in his head.

A promise.

Patton barely made it to the park where the woods stretched before he saw him. A dark figure made purely of shadow standing at the edge of the woods. Patton froze and stared, blinking a few times to make sure it was actually there before he started walking closer.

“Patton.”

“Virgil, right?”

The figure slowly started to look like the missing man as Patton approached. “His name was Virgil once, yes.”

“S-so… W-what are you?”

The figure didn’t answer.

“I… I don’t want to do this.”

“But you promised. It’s your turn. You made the deal.”

“Virgil” held out his hand and stood there, waiting. Patton stared at it, trembling in fear of what he was doing. “If… If I ran away…”

“It wouldn’t have mattered.”

Nodding, Patton slowly reached out and took the hand, gasping at how frozen it felt.

“Thank you, Patton.”

Virgil smiled and closed his eyes, the darkness taking his form as he slowly began to disappear. Soon enough, Patton stood at the edge of the field alone. His hand still stretched out as if holding another and his eyes wide in surprise. Then, it fell and he blinked before slowly walking into the woods.

Patton knew that it was his turn, and the next person to see him wouldn’t be for a long while.

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29 for logan x mc 💕

Ellie refreshes her university email for the hundredth time. “Come on.....come on.” She mutters under her breath as she clicks refresh again and again.

Her eyes light up when the email finally comes through.

“Yes! Snow day!” She exclaims, throwing her arms up gleefully.

She shuts her laptop, squeezing back into her long twin bed beside him.

Logan is still sound asleep. He drove all the way from Michigan to visit her and got in very late last night. She runs a hand through his hair, drinking him in. She’s missed him terribly over the semester. Skype is just not the same as having him in person. And now with her cancelled classes, they have Friday in addition to the weekend to really enjoy their short time together.

And since their time is so short, it’s time for him to wake up. “Logaaaan.” Ellie sing songs, draping herself over him.

She nips at his ear before kissing the beauty mark she loves on his neck. He stirs, instinctively wrapping an arm around her. “Why am I awake?” He groans, voice raspy.

“Because classes just got cancelled and I’m about to introduce you to the best coffee and muffins in Pennsylvania.”

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domesticatedantelope · 5 years

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Pairing: Logan x MC

Rating: Explicit | NSFW 18+

Word Count: 2500

Summary: The one where things get handsy. Kinktober Day 3: public, handjobs

And kiss requests for @brightpinkpeppercorn: 3. Drunk/sloppy kiss and 65. One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other

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Mercy only ever dances when she’s drunk.

Three red solo cups drunk, when she’s laughed away her shyness, and he loses her attention to the bass-line of a song she’s played for him a hundred times before.

The compulsion tempts her little by little: lips tilting up in recognition, the platformed heel of one boot tapping out the downbeat with the ease of a musician, even when her cheeks are flushed with drink. A sway takes her shoulders, then her hips, then her mouth into a smile, and the shape of it says catch me if you can before she weaves away from him, the third of her red solo cups abandoned with her lipstick painting kisses on the rim. She bounds off into the haze of smoke and moving bodies, trailing a string of wild laughter that fades after her, and it doesn’t matter how far Mercy makes him chase her - Logan follows.

Her nails are gold tonight. They shine like precious metals in the strobe lights, like she’s plucked the stars down from the sky, bright against her fingers and the fabric of her dress. His heartbeat races with the pounding bass, adrenaline and alcohol - he’s a little drunk himself, and Mercy’s in that dress that plunges open down the center of her back, and he’s been craving her between his hands all night.

She doesn’t make it far; it’s more about the catching than the chase, and when she laughs and spins into his arms, he swings her close against his chest with no intention of letting her go. His palms ascend the softness of her thighs, her hips, her waist, sliding one dark braid aside to flutter kisses down her nape. She curls those starlight fingernails along his forearms, and he falls easily into her rhythm.

Mercy learns all things to mastery, striving constantly for better, for perfection, driven to compulsion by the part of her that thrives under a challenge and reminds him, dangerously, of himself. Dancing was new to her - like driving, and kissing, and calculus - but music she has always understood. She moves like beat and rhythm given form, carefree like she never gets the chance to be - like it’s just the two of them, dancing to this same song in the kitchen, tipsy on cheap wine instead of rum and cherry coke.

Her braids sway when he leads her through a twirl, and she beams up at him with obvious delight, her smile wide enough to flash the stark white of her teeth, and the tiny gap between them that she tries so hard to hide. Impulse flickers on her face, a sign of trouble if he’s ever seen one, then she’s lifting on her tiptoes, and -

The first kiss misses. Her lips catch the side of his mouth, and he can’t help himself; he laughs. She giggles with him, readjusting, steadied by his touch along her jaw as he bends to kiss her properly. Her lips are sweet with rum and soda, and the music drowns her voice out, but he feels the moan she breathes under his mouth, her fingers weaving softly through his hair.

She’s blushing when they split apart, her eyes on his lips like she wants to kiss him again, and he’s not really in the business of denying Mercy what she wants. He buries a hand at the base of her braid, and she tugs him closer with a reckless disregard for their surroundings, stumbling when he leans into her. His tongue grazes across her lip, his hand against the bare skin of her back. He kisses down her jaw and the soft column of her throat, marking with teeth, seeking the dip between her breasts. She gasps his name, but he all he hears is 808s and crashing bass, and he wants the chance to savor every perfect sound she makes.

Longing colors pink across her cheeks, dark and hungry in her gaze as she drags him down to press her lips against his ear: “I need you.”

He groans, stealing one last urgent kiss before he finds the will to tear himself away. She keeps their fingers laced, letting him guide her toward the stairs, and he swings her out into another spin as they slip through the crowd.

The music starts to fade, muffled to a throbbing beat beneath their feet. They weave past tangled pairs of strangers, faces hidden in the dim light, ducking unnoticed down an empty hallway.

Logan leads her to the last door, but the knob clicks in his hand. Mercy reaches up and frees a bobby pin from the plaits of her braid, pressing it like contraband against his palm. He blinks down at the pin between his fingers, glancing over at the tipsy mischief on her face before he tugs her by the hand into a crushing kiss. She grins under his mouth, shaking with laughter when his teeth nip softly at her neck.

“Troublemaker.”

She taps her finger at the corner of his smirk. “I learned from the best.”

Her pin fits neatly through the center of the knob, forcing the lock, and then they’re stepping blindly through a darkened bedroom, guided only by slivers of moonlight that spill through the windows. They fall together in the darkness, and his mouth finds hers, their movement clumsy as they trip across the room.

He’d know her body deaf and blind, stroking his thumb along the inside of her thigh until she whines and writhes against him. His mouth is spanning kisses down her chest, his hands under her dress and inching higher when she stumbles back against a set of double doors. She casts a glance over her shoulder, flashing him a teasing look before she throws them open and sweeps out into the night air.

Drunken laughter rises with the pulse of music as the party forges on downstairs. She tilts her face against the breeze, voicing a sigh that makes him picture her sprawled out across their bed; if they were home, he’d have her there already, but they have an empty balcony instead, and Mercy doesn’t seem to mind the difference.

Logan backs her hips against the railing. Her thighs lift to cradle his waist, and tucked against her heart, he feels like something whole where there were only broken pieces, wired and alive, young and drunk and god he’s so in love.

“Logan,” she breathes, then softer, pleading, peering up at him from under her lashes, “Baby. Will you catch me if I fall?”

As if he’d ever let her; he would fall first just to take the impact, and he knows this with the certainty of fact: his name is Logan and he never had a home until Mercedes Castellano and he’ll catch her if she falls. “Always.”

“Good,” she says, and cups his face between her hands, dragging his mouth against her own. “Don’t let me go.”

His fingertips are already adoring the small of her back, curving to squeeze at her hip, every part of her so small and sweet between his palms. He returns his attention to the base of her throat, where his teeth leave sucking kisses, drawing shivers through her body. He feels her thighs around his hips, her fingers drifting up the muscles of his chest. The knot at the back of her neck comes undone with one twist of his fingers, loosing the straps of her dress, and his mouth follows the fabric as it falls to bare her collarbone and breasts.

Mercy shudders at the eager trail of his kisses. Fingers clutch among his hair, clumsy with urgency, and her head tilts back to grant him better access, moaning when he dips his mouth against a beauty mark at the curve of her breasts.

Movement shifts at his peripheral, drunk college kids crowding the lawn beneath them. They’re alone but very not, and it would only take one upward glance to spot them, and his blood rushes with adrenaline, the heady thrill of risk crashing wild in his pulse, and from the reckless giggle she sings back, she must feel much the same. He latches teeth against her throat and trails his hand past the hem of her dress, rising to meet the silky lace between her legs.

She’s wet to the touch, slick with want beneath his fingers when he hooks her thong aside, and he bites a groan against her shoulder at the feel of her. She sketches gilded nails down the nape of his neck and pleads a shaky whisper of his name. Her legs spill open to his touch, welcoming the slow roll of his fingertips as she leans against his hand, trusting her weight to his hold.

He glides two fingers down around her clit, and her hips seize against him, pressing at the stiff length of his cock; even that cursory touch makes his head spin. His thumb charts lazy shapes against the slick folds of her sex, fingers tracing down and edging in, his mouth sucking a love-bite at the hollow of her throat.

He’s just starting to find a steady rhythm when he feels her hands against his stomach, looping into the waist of his jeans. She works them open, frees his cock against her palm, curls a loving grip around him that makes spools of pleasure spiral down at the base of his spine. “Ah-” He shivers, laughing. “Almacita…”

She whines and stretches up to kiss him, her moans a muffled sound against his lips. The muscles of her thighs jump as she grinds into his touch. Every lift and downward stroke of slender fingers reaves a current through his nerves, her thumb and index kneading perfect pressure just beneath the head of his cock. His hand stutters between her thighs, knocked out of rhythm by the dizzying sensation of her touch, and she whimpers vaguely in complaint.

“Logaaaan,” she moans. “I need you.”

He chuckles, nudging reassuring kisses down her neck. “I’ve got you.” He closes his lips at the dark of a bite on her shoulder, his fingers working slowly in to fill her, and she arches as he starts to crook them. Her gasp splits the sound of the music and the droning chatter of voices below, fading off into a moan that makes his cock twitch in her grasp.

“Baby-!” She tosses her head back, swinging the tails of her braids. Her body shakes against him, hips rolling to take him deeper, nonsense gospel falling apart at her lips. He prods his fingertips along the cross of nerves that make her shudder, and he can feel the tension wound in every muscle of her body, urging her across that line.

His hand cradles the slender column of her neck, and he sinks a frantic kiss against her lips as she sobs and falls apart. The pulse of her around his fingers drags a zigzag tremble up his spine, her body shaking in his arms, jerking through the shivers of sensation.

Mercy is a marvel when she comes. Like stars at supernova, brilliant and blinding, and he thinks he’ll never tire of the bliss that washes soft across her features. Her nails bite crescents at his sides, her voice a broken, fraying sigh, and as she starts to float back down, she’s moaning “love you, love you, love you,” on her breath.

“Always,” he says again, the same unwavering promise he intends to tell her every day. His hips twitch as her hand trails down into a gentle squeeze, and she plants messy kisses at the contours of his sternum, her fingers still unsteady in the wake of coming. She teases with a circle of her fingertips, then sinks a firmer grip around him, and heat pulls raking pleasure through his nerves. He bites his lip against the hunger gnawing in his gut, the urge to part her legs and taste her on his tongue, drive himself into the heaven in between her thighs, make her come again and again and again. He’s aching for her down to every atom in his body, muscles rigid with the effort of restraint.

She grazes teeth against his throat and hums a wanting noise, all the while working lavish touches up his cock. Pleasure winds out through his body, scorching coils dropping the pit of his gut. Her fingers shape the most exquisite tightness back down to his base, and the world spins around him, blurring into colored lights and the blue dark of night.

She’s too beautiful, he thinks, drinking in the gentle features of her face, the blush that glows against her freckles, pink lips swollen from his kisses. He could stay here for a lifetime in the rapture of her touch, and then she’s biting at the bend between his shoulder and his neck, and the sharp sting of pain yanks him roughly toward climax.

He groans, ducking his head against her shoulder as his nerves string hot with pleasure. Gripping hard along her hips, he seethes a whine out through his teeth and fucks into her grasp, chasing the bliss of every wringing thrust.

“Logan.” Her voice is low and teasing, rough with lust. She soothes her free hand up against his chest to feel the racing of his heart, her lips pressing affection at his jaw. “Baby, please…”

With a shivering gasp, he seizes into a tight arc and spills into her hand, coming in trails across her thighs, blinded by the lightning flickers of his climax. His head falls back, hips shoving hard against her at the waves and waves of pleasure aching through him, everything and blissful nothing all at once as he goes under.

The peak crests and rapidly starts to descend, and Logan is left panting in its wake, clinging to Mercy when his knees threaten to give beneath him. Aftershocks still twinge along his nerves, and he breathes out an exhausted laugh as she eases her nails down the nape of his neck.

“Shit.” He blinks his vision into focus, reaching toward her thighs, where his cum sticks and glistens on her skin. “Let me get you clean.”

Lazily, she stops him, running a sated touch over her thighs, and he watches, fascinated, as she lifts to lick the taste of him from the tips of her fingers. Then she smiles, blushing under the awe in his gaze. “Okay,” she allows, and giggles when he showers loving kisses down her face. “Now you can clean me up.”

Logan puts her slowly back together, cleaning himself from her legs, refastening the thin straps of her dress. His fingers run the long tails of her braids, and he straightens errant tresses with the utmost care, savoring the soft warmth of her body heat.

When the music changes downstairs, mixing into another familiar beat, he can see the recognition dawn across her face, lips curling up into a dreamy smile.

“Wanna dance?” he teases, grinning.

“I do love this song.” She laughs, and sets a kiss against his cheek. “But after that? Baby, we can dance at home.”

#ride or die #choices ride or die #playchoices #rod logan #logan x mc #ns*fw #ship: grand larceny #day three coming in super late but as sinatra sings that's liiiife #i'm working through them as i can!#thanks for sticking along for the ride y'all~#dom writes

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