#logicality fanfic

[does-this-look-writing-to-you]

Sick Day

words: 1138 universe: college au characters: Logan, Patton pairings: platonic Logicality (can be read as pre-romantic) warnings: illness a/n: wow! a sanders sides fic! i haven’t done one of these in, like, seven months! i’ve been hanging onto this idea for a long time. the idea came from a good friend of mine, and i’d actually written out the beginning months before i finished. i’d abandoned this idea for a while until a few weeks ago, when i realised my idea worked quite well for a short story assignment i had to do for my creative writing class. so, yes, i am submitting a piece of sanders sides fanfiction for a college class. my professor won’t notice, right? as a note, because the harry potter series is featured briefly in this fic, i want to make it very clear that i, as a trans person and as someone who isn’t stupid, do not support j.k. rowling one bit. i needed a book, and i didn’t feel like making one up.

In the fifteen years during which Logan Lawson had attended school, he never missed a single day due to a measly cold or stomach bug. After all, if he wanted to become an astronomer, he had to make sacrifices to continue on that path. He had been taught to tough it out; after all, there was always a chance that he could miss something important. And thanks to his persistence, he never had.

So when he woke up one morning and felt as if he was on fire, he hardly thought anything of it. He simply got out of bed and went about his normal routine. He dressed himself in a white collared shirt, a dark blue sweater, and a pair of khaki pants. He headed into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, combing one hand through his hair in an attempt to make himself presentable. Satisfied, he wasted no time in washing his face and brushing his teeth, before coming into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. His roommate was already there, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Good morning, Logan!” he chirped.

“Hello, Patton.” Logan winced internally at how sick he sounded. I’m fine, he told himself. He took his thermos from the cabinet. Maybe he didn’t even notice.

But judging by the concern that crossed Patton’s face, he’d clearly noticed. “Are you okay? You don’t sound too good.”

“I’m fine,” Logan insisted, taking the pot of coffee out from under the coffee machine and pouring himself a cup. Unfortunately for him, he was overtaken with a coughing fit.

“You don’t sound fine,” he argued. “You sound like you’re sick.”

“So what?”

“So you should take today off, so you can recover. You’ll be miserable if you go to school.”

“I’ll be fine,” he told Patton. “I’ve gone to class sick plenty of times.”

He looked shocked. “That’s not healthy!”

“Well, I have to go to class. What if I miss an important lesson?”

“Then you can ask your professor or one of your classmates for the notes!” Patton pleaded desperately. “Logan, please. Your well-being comes first.”

He opened his mouth to refuse, but before he could even process it Patton had picked him up and was carrying him into his bedroom bridal-style. Logan struggled, but his roommate didn’t let go until they reached his bedroom. He set Logan down on the bed.

“I’m gonna need you to change into your pajamas,” Patton told him.

“My pajamas are dirty.” He had planned to do his laundry today after his classes.

“Then I’ll let you borrow some of mine.”

“Won’t they be too big for me?”

“It’s better than nothing. You wait right here.” Patton left the room, closing the door behind him.

As soon as his roommate left, Logan sprang to his feet. I have never missed a single day of class in my entire life, and I refuse to do so now.

He scrambled over to the window and thrust it open. He began to clamber through the half-open window. His head and torso fit through the gap well enough, but he began to rethink his plan as he felt his rear get stuck in the gap. He desperately wiggled his body in an attempt to move forward.

“Excuse me,” came a voice from behind him, and Logan felt his heart sink.

Curse my voluptuous posterior! He felt something tugging at his legs and just let himself go limp, utterly exhausted from his escape attempt. In no time, he was back inside and face to face with a very displeased-looking Patton.

“Logan, I’m trying to help you.”

“I know. I’m sorry I made you angry.”

“I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed.” He sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples.

What a Dad thing to say. Only he isn’t my father. He’s my roommate. Why does he even care?

 “I’m just trying to take care of you, Logan. Everyone gets sick sometimes. You can’t just tough it out. Sometimes, you just need to take a day to let yourself be vulnerable.”

“But…”

“No but’s. You’re going to stay here. And I’m going to stay with you all day.”

“You have class,” he objected.

“I can always ask for the notes, remember?”

“We aren’t friends. You have no reason to care whether I stay here or not.”

“Yes, I do.” Patton looked him in the eyes. “Maybe we’re not friends. Maybe we’ll never see each other again when we move out of this dorm. But friends or not, everyone deserves to rest when they’re sick.”

Logan didn’t respond. He simply grumbled in defeat, which seemed to satisfy his rather pushy roommate.

“I know you won’t. I’ll make sure of it. Here, I brought you some PJs.” He handed him a set of messily folded flannel pajamas that he’d set on the bed.

“You change into those. I’ll give you some privacy, but you’d better not try and leave again.”

He gave Logan a stern look and stepped outside the room, shutting the door and leaving him alone again. Big mistake. He moved toward the window as quietly as he could. He began to open it, intending to create a larger opening for himself to escape easier. However, he failed to take into account the whoosh sound it made when he opened it. Patton opened the door again, clearly disappointed.

“Again?”

“It was worth a shot.”

“It absolutely wasn’t.” He crossed the room and shut the window.

“I don’t wanna do this, but I’m gonna have to stay here while you change. I’ll look away, don’t worry.” He turned to face the wall.

“You really won’t leave me alone, will you?” Logan remarked as he undressed.

“Nope!”

He sighed and folded his clothes, setting them aside and putting on Patton’s pajamas. He had to admit, they were very comfortable. “You can turn around now.”

Patton faced him again, looking pleased. “Thank you! Now, you get into bed.”

Logan obeyed. He would never say it aloud, but he was utterly exhausted. He had never liked having to trudge through the day when he was sick; it only made him miserable. His escape attempts this morning had only drained him of energy, even faster than a full day of classes would.

Patton took the chair from Logan’s desk and pulled it up beside the bed. “Why don’t I read you something?”

“Why would you?”

“It’s what my mom used to do when I was sick. You can pick the book.”

“Alright. First book of Harry Potter?”

“Sure!” He took the book off the shelf and sat down, beginning to read. The more he read, the more Logan started to feel his eyelids grow heavy. Before long, he let them flicker shut. Maybe, he thought, as he began to drift off to sleep, it’s alright to let myself rest.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #ts logan #ts patton #logicality #platonic logicality #pre-romantic logicality #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #logicality fic #logicality fanfic #logicality fanfiction

[ao3screenshotss]

#title: #bending you(r logic) #author: #scribespirare #ao3 #ao3 funny #this might be a house md fanfic i can’t remember

[prokopetz]

Fanfic writers who use situationally applicable epithets without ever establishing who those epithets actually pertain to are out there turning every fic into a high school logic puzzle. “Okay, we know that Eddie is not the man in blue, and we can infer that no fewer than two of the five individuals present are wearing hats (otherwise the text would not have referred to hats in the plural), therefore...”

#media #fandom #fanfic #epithets #logic #plot twist: there's actually a single hat-wearer sporting multiple hats

[lovelyhan]

— line by line ⟢

a svt vocal unit soulmates series!

★ FEATURING; jeonghan, joshua, jihoon, seokmin, and seungkwan!

★ STATUS; coming soon~

★ TAGS; fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ NOTES; guess who was finally hit with ! inspiration ! and decided to come up with synopses for the rest of my svt unit series :3c

✧ unlikely circumstances // jeonghan ✧

word count: x

summary: first impressions matter—this is something you've lived by all your life. but in a world where the stuff you lose somehow ends up in your soulmate's possession, never did you imagine to meet yours by finding a long lost vibrator inside his kitchen cupboard.

tags: neighbors to lovers, crack, fluff, smut

✧ tigerlily // joshua ✧

word count: x

summary: as a child, you were told that sharing your pain with your soulmate was considered the most sacred form of love. you would've believed that if yours didn't turn out to be an underground streetfighter who throws his life away with every match he signs up for.

tags: streetfighter au, self-hatred, angst, smut

✧ #F7CAC9 + #8DA4D1 // jihoon ✧

word count: x

summary: the sky is blue, the grass is green—these are some fundamental truths that jihoon can't completely wrap his head around. but what's a life of black and white when he has music to fill the gaps colors have long left in his heart?

tags: colorblind til you meet your soulmate au, strangers to lovers, in denial jihoon, angst, smut

✧ paper rings // seokmin ✧

word count: x

summary: everyone has timers that count down until the day they finally meet their soulmate. yours has been set to 00:00:00 for as long as you can remember.

tags: childhood friends, lots of self-sabotage, fluff, angst, smut

✧ no nonsense // seungkwan ✧

word count: x

summary: soulmate tattoos are overrated—especially when you share the same tattoo as fifty percent of the earth's population. long story short, no one can blame you if you end up telling your actual soulmate to fuck off when he tells you you're his fated other half.

tags: strangers to lovers, crack, fluff, mild angst, smut

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#seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #svthub #seventeen soulmate au #jeonghan smut #joshua smut #jihoon smut #woozi smut #seokmin smut #dk smut #seungkwan smut #fic series #lovelyhan #if any of u figure out the logic behind the title of jihoon's fic #i'll give u a million kisses

[mysticsublimeperson]

I want to express my frustration because... im trying to write some time travel Merthur fanfic as one does...

and I keep hitting my head against the same wall. Because just in case you didn't know England SUCKED before imperialism and colonialism.

Not that that made it better but, the English isles didn't have a variety of fruits or vegetables, the did have meat and fish and salt I think, but no sugar or way of producing it but honey if I remember correctly.

And admittedly climate change is a pain in the ass, but in medieval times the winters probably consisted in huge blizzards and freezing for 4 months.

They didn't even had tea!!!

All the good stuff its because of colonialism which is horrible for the world but whatever.

Im trying so hard to ignore this facts... to be free and write about silly angsty boys but I needed someone to know how difficult it is.

Because Merlin having lived in a 21 century would have spent since the 16th drinking bloody tea, and now he is back in time and doesn't have tea, doesn't even have sugar, it's a pain in the ass to get milk, and he can't even get his favorites foods because the fruits and vegetables aren't even evolved yet.

BECAUSE YES! All of the greens have suffered a tremendous amount of change because of selective farming!! so even if there were apples back there, they probably wasn't the same apple, probably weren't even half as sweet as they are now a days!

Same with animals, and plants. Many of the species have gone extinct but they existed back then. And im dying for a chance to bring this into the fic, to prove just how difficult the transition it's, but a the same time, it doesn't matter right? not really.

bUT I NEEDED TO VENT A LITTLE SO thank you for listening to my rant.

Also im not even a history girly, im an art babe, so all of this I know by logic and assumptions from my art history clases, and my hyper fixation, so obviously take everything with a grain of salt.

((It's just that I was cooking and I was trying to think which ingredients were available at that time to make the most simple dish but no, there was almost none, no spices, no tomato, I think the had cabbage, and like broccoli because its the same plant, but probably wasn't evolved into all of the different versions we know, they had beans, and lentils I think, the potatoes come from South America, so no potatoes, the had bread but what kind of bread??? sO YEAH, this is my head.. all the time))

#fanfiction #au #idea #merlin emrys #merlin x arthur #merthur #bbc merlin #fanfic #merlin #arthur pendragon #time travel #imagine having tried a kebab #and then going back to the Middle Ages #sorry Merlin but I could not #writing promt #merthur prompt #fic prompt #in the end the solution to this its always magic #magic doesn't need logic #but its still annoying #and funny #Actually #imagine athur eating a tomato for the first time #or like a banana #where does the pomegranate comes from #I need to do research

[emys-123]

Can someone please write a fic where Mav gets Hanahaki but it’s because of platonic love to Bradley. Maybe it’s after the paper pulling fight or maybe when Bradley did not turn up for the Icemav wedding. They had it under control for years. Until the no one will mourn you fight made him choke on bloody flowers.

#ice is caught between watching his self sacrificing husband suffer and a son who doesn’t take the damn phone #even if he wants to tell him against Mav’s wishes #and he has tried #the couch be damned #the mission was supposed to be his last resort and it backfired on him spectacularly #or did it? #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #icemav #mavdad #yes I know realistically Mav will be grounded with a lung issue but it’s my fanfic logic #top gun maverick

[remusmoonshinezine]

okay but can we set up a fanfic author appreciation day (if there isn't one already) because there are so many of y'all out there who put your absolute heart and soul into your works and it's honestly incredible

#spirk #spock #star trek #kirk #this is my logic #aos #jim kirk #soulmates #spirk fanfic #all fanfiction #this doesn't have to stay in my little corner of the internet this is for everyone #merthur #fanfic #fanfic authors #fic author appreciation #destiel #drarry #they deserved so much better #sope #solangelo #buddie

[pettyartist]

Been reading more fic again recently and I realized some of my favorite fics have the dumbest premises and I love them for it. Honestly, they're half the reason I clicked the link for the fic in the first place.

And like, sure, some of these make no logical sense or have easy solutions that irl you'd fix them but where's the fun in that?

There was only one bed? -slaps your smartphone out of your hand- stop looking for an airbnb.

They eat a fruit that causes them to blurt out their innermost secrets and they don't know if the other actually heard or remembers what they said? I don't care that this plant doesn't exist, it does for the purposes of this story.

They are in a competition to see if they can woo someone before someone else can but, no, they don't have feelings for them really nope never it's definitely just to see if they can do it? -plugs my ears- I can't hear you telling me how silly it is.

Main characters are handcuffed together for a whole week? Shh, put down the bolt cutters this is funny I wanna see where it goes.

Moral of the story is, don't let your logical side tell you that your writing prompt is silly or that it needs to make sense or be logical-- Live cringe die free have a happy reader in me

#fanfic #fic #To all the writers out there who wanna write goofy stories that make no sense I gotchu #I am in your corner pumping you up and giving you the most powerful gatorade #go beat up that logical brain

[drones-of-innocence]

One headcanon that I never thought to clarify is that Mario refers to Peach as "Princess," because that's how he thinks you're supposed to address a princess. What he means to say is "your Highness," but he doesn't know you're supposed to say that because specific rules of formality like that go above his head. He's just a guy who's never met a Princess before.

So when Peach starts gently hinting that she'd like to be called by her name, this kind of startles Mario because isn't there like another step in there somewhere? With normal people, at least where he's from, there's only one step of formality; by addressing them with Mr./Ms. and their last name or just sir/ma'am, which then progresses to first name. But with a whole princess, in his mind, wouldn't there be three tiers of formality? Or four? After "your Highness," then "Princess," shouldn't it be "Ms. Toadstool," and THEN "Peach?" Like he thought they were nowhere near first-name basis.

Meanwhile Luigi's chilling and maybe even calls her by a nickname sometimes. He and Peach privately think it's sweet that Mario tries so hard to be polite but also it's just funny.

#Mario is galaxy brain #He could probably invent a whole fifth tier of formality too #It's amazing what a raging crush will do to your logic #Luigi just sits back and eats popcorn #Watching these two goofballs dance around each other #Anyway hi my name is Drones and I write Mario fanfic #This hc is always present but unsaid in my fics #Most of them anyway #These are my blorbos and I love them #Mario #Luigi #Princess Peach #Mareach #Silly thoughts

[tswwwit]

Dipper learning the demonic language using media and entertainment and he stumbles upon a tv series featuring a pick me demon x his husband and he's the big bad villain.

They have knockoff names but anyone with eye/s can see that it's clearly bill and dipper, heck, the only thing they changed about dipper is that his birthmark is a different star!!.

He's oddly invested in this weird tv show for some reason.

Bill comes home from a long day of work only to see dipper on the couch watching a knockoff version of him yelling at TV!dipper and clutching a very sparkly pink demon with big eyes and aqua/teal streaks on her body, and then TV!dipper goes on to his knees, sobs out a "I'm pregnant" In demonic and dipper would pause and repeat the words under his breath and then gasp before playing again

Now I'm picturing Dipper squinting at the television, wondering what the hell that phrase 'he' said was. He could look it up in a dictionary, if Bill hasn't hidden them again -

Or.

When Dipper walks into Bill's lounge and loudly says the phrase, Bill does a huge spit-take of his tea and stares in deer-in-headlights shock. Dipper doesn't get an immediate explanation, but it's so worth that look on Bill's face.

#answers #Dipper had a notion that it was probably that or something else that would throw Bill off. Or make him laugh. #Either he was going to get mocked or Bill was going to be so baffled and say 'why'd you say (that word in English) #He was not expecting Bill to start spluttering and going 'what the fuck. *HOW*??!' And looking about as alarmed as Dipper's ever seen him #They get that sorted out though #And Dipper gets some material to tease Bill about for his absolute shock #With what they're currently doing they aren't going to run into that situation #But hearing it in his own language bypassed Bill's logic filter and pinged the 'Oh Shit Fuck' button #Technically with magic anything's possible but right now that's fanfic of a fanfic realms #Neither of them are into having a kid but they're pretty fun uncles

[wonjns]

nothing is more corny/confusing to me than when fem readers make “X-th member” au’s and fics for bg’s because… girl be fr 💀

the boyz are not gonna have an 11th member that just happens to be a girl,, NCT is not gonna have a 21st member whose the only woman like lmfaooo ??

#it’s just so funny bc where’s the logic #i know it’s fiction but💀💀 #random thoughts #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #kpop x reader

[oceanatydes]

hello writer friends do you have any advice on how to get back to writing fics when you feel paralyzed by perfectionism

#i work on drafts endlessly like ive been sitting on certain fic chapters for 6+ months and just feel like ive forgotten how to write so i #can't proceed #im so tortured by 'is this in-character enough' and having a logical flow from one emotional moment to another etc but its just crippling #pls be kind #ao3 #writers on tumblr #writblr #writeblr #writing community #writing support #writing advice #procrastination #perfectionism #fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic author

[obey-my-twisted-logic]

Truth Spilled : Prefect is not the perfect extrovert they're assumed to be - not at all. Idia Shroud x GN!Reader (may be slightly fem leaning, apologies in advance if I missed anything like that)

Synopsis : post book 6, after Idia shows his skills, Prefect decides to take him aside when he seems overwhelmed by the people, leaving Ortho to entertain those who remain. As they reassure and comfort him, the cracks show and the shell reveals a close guarded secret.

Warnings : crying, mental health confessions, ptsd and beyond. Occasional cursing on both ends. Basic proof reading, potentially missed grammatical or spelling errors is higher than you think. Angst is real, but there's some playful fluff in the end. Only platonic in this blurb.

Authors Note : very self indulgent. How I personally have been feeling as the game progresses as someone with severe PTSD and anxiety. Had I been in a dorm, definitely would have been Ignihyde 100%.

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After the impressive amount of prowess and just cocky amount of game play by the usually introverted dorm leader, you decided to rescue him when the nervous sweating kicked in. The initial adrenaline had worn off, and you knew the only reason he hadn't bolted was because Ortho had never looked happier, getting to interact and be normal with a group of friends, and making sure his big brother got to join in the fun.

Big brother was all "fun"d out, and as a good host, and just sympathetic anxiety riddled bean, you take him upstairs with the excuse of needing assistance with some older technology you had been relying on.

After gently steering him up the stairs and to the furthest guest room, you hold on lightly to the sleeve of his jacket to guide him. Nothing too invasive, but still a comfort, despite his initial flinch, he seemed to accept the action and looked almost grateful for the escape.

"Here we are. Furthest back and best insulation, trust me." You say leading him in and closing the door quietly. "Sorry for the white lie, but you looked like you needed the break, so I thought-" immediately your cut short by a nasty look and a huff as he dropped onto the bed and fell back.

"What would you even know about how I feel? What was I not cheerful enough for your liking? Perfect Prefect, of course you'd notice. Why'd you bring attention to it?" Idia snapped giving you a dirty look. Now Ortho would be upset and think he hadn't had any fun.

Sigh escaping your lips you take a seat on the floor and lean against the closed door. Eyes closed you steady your breathing the best that you can. Despite your best, tears streak gently and slowly from each eye. You can hear him shift panicked on the bed, assuming he was sitting upright and staring. You decide to keep your eyes closed, more amused by the expression in your mind and not wanting to embarrass yourself further.

"Idia, I know you're smart, I know you think you know all that there is to know about everything." Slowly you open your eyes, ignoring the tears, allowing yourself this moment. He wanted to know why you did it, why you interfered, well he'd certainly find out today. "You're not near as smart when it comes to any information you think you know about me."

"I grew up in constant survival mode. As soon as I begin to heal from the nightmare my life has been, I'm ripped into a world that I've never known. Most memories have been ripped from me of my old world, and I was dumped here with only my survival instincts keeping me from truly breaking down." You wipe some tears away, just to clear your vision to catch his gaze. He looked guilty and chewed at his lower lip.

"I've been nearly killed by half the damn people I call my "friends" and honestly, I do love them all, but the only reason it's even been possible is my desperation for survival." You laugh coldly and stand, the rant and your breathing becoming more erratic as it all comes tumbling out.

"Perfect Prefect? I don't have any other way to protect myself. Idia I didn't even have a phone until the THIRD overblot. THREE of the most powerful students on this campus had to try killing me for the fool of a headmaster to give me this... technological piece of shit." You toss your phone next to him on the bed. "I may not know much about this world, but I know about technology. It's different but very similar to what I used to work with in my old world..." Catching the surprised look on his pale face you can't help but laugh. "Yes yes, pitiful, magicless human knows how technology works. There's a reason that my grades keep Grimm an honor student, I'm far from stupid."

The crying resumes and laughter is mixed in as you give him a pathetic look. "Even he's attacked me, and Grimm's the closest I even have to a family in this hellscape. Idia I'm so tired." You choked up a sob and sank to your knees, back pressed against the wall now.

Unable to, refusing to look weak, you dry the tears beat you can as you answer his initial question. "What do I know about how you feel or why I interfered?" You let out a low and sad chuckle and look up to him. "Because I so desperately have needed to be saved, to be rescued and taken somewhere quiet so I could breathe that I couldn't just leave you like that. I couldn't just ignore the panic you were in." You let out a sigh and hug you knees unable to stable your breathing as much as you'd like.

"Feel free to leave or stay, do what's best for you. I'm just going to be here." You say after one minute stretches out into several. "I'd appreciate if-" Once again the Idia interrupts you, but in a much more surprising and soft way.

He embraces your trembling form, kneeling to be on the floor with you and just embraces you. He mumbled a genuine and quiet apology, stroking the back of your head. His hair provided a soft and safe warmth and glow.

You look up nearly sobbing again, and question him "Idia, will you be the friend I can be myself with? Will you give me the space to be pathetic and cry my anxiety away?" The sobs came out choked and desperate, pleading for him to be your safe space.

"Of course." He replied gently, never breaking the embrace. He gave the bed a dirty look. "First things first, we're getting you a new phone. Immediately." He grumbled unlocking his own to put in a rushed order. "There's no way you're going to be able to play games with me on that thing." He growled clicking his tongue, distaste for the headmaster evident on his face.

You burst into laughter and hugged him back, burying your face against his neck. You ignored his embarrassed noises, he didn't pull away or push you away, so he must be fine with it. "Sounds good to me." You mumble out, feeling a genuine sense of comfort from someone who finally could understand at least some of what you've been feeling for the entirety of your life.

#twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #book 6 #idia shroud x introvert reader #short blurb #first fanfic #obey my twisted logic #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #secrets shared #platonic!shroud x reader

[nikikikiko]

part of me is so so tempted to make like.

an afk arena fanfic thats short and sweet and like some stories about eugavus & their kids, mainly during the time where they are still looking for a new living space after the prison break

mainly bc i have two little ideas i wanna do ,,,,

#afk arena #afk eugene #afk gavus #afk liberta #afk lucilla #eugavus #i think #that they deserve to have a fanfic dedicated to that little portion of their life #like the ups the downs and what have you #imagine gavus and eugene learning their funny silly little baby girl uses unnecessary violence now #and she doesnt see the issue with it bc to her its justified usage #imagine they see their little darling sleepy boy whos so willing to put himself in the grip of death #because his magic is built for healing and he sees it as the most logical thing to do #but also imagine eugene showing lucilla how to channel that unnecessary violence into something more clever #hes not saying get rid of it hes saying turn it into necessary violence #‘’​so you wont get told off by your papa’’ kinda deal #imagine gavus sitting liberta down after a particularly bad day full of disagreements on how liberta uses his magic #and admitting to liberta that yes he can heal himself but its scary every time for gavus and eugene and lucilla #that the reason they keep getting upset isnt bc theyre mad at liberta but terrified that he’ll take a hit for them #for his PARENTS (the people who are supposed to be protecting him) #and he won’t get up #yeah i have thougthts anyways

[omg-gojo]

SS of my favorite ✨ LOGICAL PROPOSAL✨ moments

Spoilers ahead

It's completely random, really warned

My days after My college graduation were, looked for job, japonese class, read LP until passing out

#wavewave #transformers #soundwave #shockwave #if the author (that i know it's active here) doesn't like it i'll inmediatly take it down #i just snort and took the screenshot... or cried #LOGICAL PROPOSAL #the best fanfic in the hole world #asexual pairs my beloved

[rhythmic-idealist]

Chase Trinaeste POV Shepherds of Haven fic? Yeah………….. Chase x MC fic? Yeah.......

And another friend’s OC is also mentioned in here? …..Yeah…………… dw about it..........

Listen though. L-listen:

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You gotta learn to braid.

Thinking about it, your head is immediately gifted with images of him irritatedly brushing it out in the morning and chewing you out for bad technique. Better yet, he wears it to breakfast, thinks it’s good, and then chews you out only after Trouble makes some no-brained comment and he looks in a mirror for the first time. After all, you’ve got nimble fingers, makes sense to assume you were trustable.

Rock’s head is in your lap.

And his hair is going everywhere, and he’s always clearly taken his time with it (at your best guess he uses five different products at least), so that’s why you’re thinking about it. Don’t people with long hair sleep with braids, sometimes? Lavinet would probably teach you, and do you the favor of not announcing that you’re about to use your skills for evil.

He’s been like this since about five in the morning. You’re a light sleeper. As needs be, you rise either with the sunset or with the sun. Or elsewise, if you’ve got to— you have what some might call an uncanny sense for a well-timed catnap.

So you’re up again, working out the couple little kinks in your back from dozing upright like that. It’s another of the perks of the job: learn to sleep anywhere. You have a lot of little resume filler skills like that, just a tragic lack of resume to put it on. Idly, you wonder over the nonsensical notion of putting one together for the Order once your writing gets good enough to, and you’re kind of attached to the idea now. Blade wouldn’t read it, especially considering you’re already in, but there’s some small giddy joy you get out of the idea of putting it in his possession anyway. Maybe Trouble would read it. Maybe Shery would think it’s juicy enough that she can’t keep her hands off it, and then roll in the guilt about it for a few weeks after. ...No, you can’t do that to her. Funny as that is, she could read with permission. You might be cruel, but she’s a horrible choice of target.

Anyway— So you’ve been watching him be like this since about five in the morning, and thus have evidence of him being like this since about five in the morning. You remember falling asleep late last night, though. Waiting for him to drift first. It was probably one, two AM.

When six-thirty rolls around, you’ll have to wake him, you have a bright and early morning dose of espionage on the schedule today (it’s why the two of you are all the way out here, plus Lavinet and Ottilie graciously hosted in another wing) and you can’t have a grouchy Hero of Haven who hasn’t had a good hour or more awake to put his silver tongue back on.

Something something joke about that tongue’s many talents.

Head in lap is a surprise at all. It’s one of those things— Rock has done this thing to you where all your defenses are the ones that keep coming down first.

It feels a little like getting grifted. When you’ve caught onto a grift, though, and you’re playing along to see what or whom or where they take you to, you don’t feel like you’re in danger, because you’re good. You’re in as much danger as you want to be, or more like: when there are unpredictable variables, you know more or less where they’re going. Rock makes you feel like you’re teetering on the edge of something you don’t fucking play with, and it doesn’t help that he likes to open his mouth sometimes just to remind you you’re rolling off a cliff.

Anyway. Then you get this, and you wanna be a charming shit about it, as usual (and you intend to), you just also wonder how much he’s falling off a cliff.

He gets bad nightmares. You know that because of the trip to the Reach. You do also know it because of the tightness in Blade’s lip when you mentioned it offhand later— there’s history there; they’ve been worse than that. You also know it because you picked the brains of a couple recruits who were standing around griping after Trouble sent them for something like twenty laps around the compound (not a real intuitive head for numbers on that man): apparently, it was Captain Nomura they’d been gossiping about, and Trouble was a hardass about it.

It’s the one thing that makes you feel borderline… even. If not even, then at least okay with it.

That’s a lie, you’d probably feel okay with it anyway, you got down to being okay with whatever he’s doing to you the minute you realized you were this invested. It’s just something you use to put things in perspective. There are things you didn’t exactly expect to peel open for him, about you. But there are also things he’s not asking to broadcast publicly to every hard-luck-fleer who wanders onto the Shepherds compound to recruit. Rumors about the head of the Thieves Guild abound, but the unflattering ones are usually less true, and the untrue ones abound so plentifully that no one knows heads or tails of that, anyway.

Feels fair he should have secrets from someone. You’re still gonna fucking dig your way into them before they bury him alive, it’s just. Yeah, you haven’t had your brain pulled open onto a projection screen.

So he has nightmares. You’re not actually sure how often. Technically, you don’t have proof they haven’t gotten better since you last heard. But since you’re not bound to the same evidence requirements as a court of law, and since it’s become a roulette game of how grouchy Rock’s gonna be minute-to-minute, he was dodgy about the prospect of rooming with you or anyone on this mission at all, and he’s recently had a god or demon or trick of the light try to tell him (plus all of the rest of you) that he’s less Mage and more something else’s torn out rib, you can look at two plus two plus two and say probably.

You’ve learned how not to dream. It’s basically the same as learning how to wake up when you want to. When you did dream, you dreamt of mutiny, imaginary holes you left and getting torn down through them. You were always yourself in your dreams—some people are characters, tropes, or other people they know, apparently; you wouldn’t know. Now you keep that in the waking world, and you keep ten paces ahead of it.

That’s the thing you’re deadly sure about in him. That he’s keeping ten paces ahead of something. You—your whole tether to his side—account for anything from like one to like eight of them, as far as you can tell. That’s all you know.

…Well that’s the quick way to tell it. He’s keeping ten paces ahead of something inside the Shepherds. Could be Blade, but you’re not sure why. Could be the Autarchy, but that’s too simple for you. Doesn’t feel like it. Could be Ottilie’s God-given plans for a pretty obvious heathen, but your nose also says it’s not that easy.

He looks dead asleep right now. Comfy, you’d kind of go so far as to hope. And anyway you look at his face, still waters, and you’re a little afraid to even brush his hair out of it.

You don’t even know if he meant to lay his head down on you at all, if that’s a cliff he made his shaky peace with (or if it’s a cliff at all, if means anything to him, Hael if you know) or if he was just miserable.

You don’t know if it’s you, like the stillness might be the effect of having another body in the room that he’s willing to lay his head against— …or if maybe he just doesn’t get them every night. Or if there is one under there. But you hope he’s not dreaming.

You try to bask in it, for now. Try to pose like a king with a sweet little kitten in his lap, like a guy painted on the front of a romance novel with the sweet, innocent angel he’s seduced to lay over him, nightgown slipping down her shoulder. You spend an hour with only walls to watch, dutifully still so he can finish sleeping, and it’s only a small handful of times that you have to stop and breathe through a creep of bile up your throat.

Six-thirty hits.

“Good morning, Sunshine.”

“Mmf. What.” Rock spits a strand of hair out of his face. Yeah, you probably could have done him a favor on that instead of leaving it there for him to wake up to. But it’s funny, so, you know. Win-win.

“The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, Ottilie’s slaughtering her morning chicken—” (she is not).

Rock seems to parse the reality of where he is, and peels himself up from you, sitting facing away from you— and then he glances at you over his shoulder, for a moment, and everything about it is horribly, disressingly raw.

He looks at you a little too long. The thing about Rock is his rules are a lot like yours, and you are not supposed to say anything about it, but he’s looking at you, like he’s asking you to, and it lasts a long time.

Then he goes to brush his teeth.

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