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nico-di-genova · 5 days

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Prompt?? Request?? Idk what this is but it’s been stuck in my head and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!!

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Frat boy au where lance is super straight passing and acts really frat bro-y. But it’s Outside POV from another person in the college who assumes he’s probably homophobic and doesn’t treat women well/ all that stereotypical frat boy stuff. They complain abt fratboys all the time to their friends too and it’s this whole known thing in their friend group. Then they see him get into this super fancy car with a hot older man (nando ofc) and is like what’s up with that. Person keeps trying to ironically figure out if lance is part of the mafia or some other mystery. Turns out he’s in a loving relationship with his sugar daddy nando (person sees them kissing at a gay bar one night, among other things 😏) and after that they’re like damn wtf and have a change in perception of lance and can’t shut up about it and tells everyone “did u know lance is gay?!!” Other shenanigans ensue.

Bonus if they become friends in the end and lance tells them all the different ways and places nando fucks him.

I need you to know that this has unlocked something that I have been talking with my irls about for literally a month now. I will write this whole thing for you, but right now please enjoy this snippet and some Lore ™.

Also this may be so uniquely specific that no one will enjoy it, but I need everyone to know this has been my secret passion project for weeks now.

Logan absolutely despises group projects. He especially despises them when he’s partnered with perhaps the worst possible group of people you could be partnered with on an assignment that is responsible for a quarter of their grade. Other than the girl sitting to his left, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, spreading out notes in multi-colored pen and highlighter, their table is the least inspiring of the lot. For one, there’s him, who had barely passed elementary calc. last year and was on his way to failing macroeconomics this semester. But it’s the two sitting across from him that instill a particular sort of dread.

“You going to Rusty’s tonight?” one of them asks, Esteban, tall and lanky and slumped so low in his chair that Logan can almost touch his feet even though he’s clear on the other side of the table.

The other one, Lance, broad and just as long as his friend, shrugs, “I don’t know, man. Getting kind of bored of it.”

Logan watches as Lance takes off his backwards cap long enough to ruffle at his hair before sliding the hat back down onto his head. There’s Greek lettering embroidered along back for some fraternity Logan doesn’t know the letters of, but is sure they’re assholes, nonetheless. He’s seen the way Lance strolls into class enough times, backpack slung over one shoulder, if he even bothers to bring it, his phone in the other. He wears his AirPods during class, which easily outs him as the elitist snob he is – the type of student who’s here partying on daddy’s dime, who wouldn’t know what the term ‘work study’ meant if it ran him over with the bike Logan knows Lance keeps in the University Village parking lot. Logan couldn’t afford off-campus housing, but he knows Lance can, the bike is always parked in a resident spot.

The girl beside him shifts her notes closer, he turns his attention to her, so he doesn’t have to hear Lance recount his exploits at the local bar that is known for serving underage undergrads.

“You took all of these?” He asks the girl, mildly impressed. Her handwriting is neat, so neat it almost looks unnatural. She’s color coded them, bolded certain words and underlined others. Logan is suddenly ashamed of the chicken scratch in his notebook that’s tucked beneath his arm.

For those that don’t know, Florida Gulf Coast University is a school in Fort Myers (in south Florida, on the opposite coast of Miami). Their big draw is being “close” to the beach, realistically it’s like a 30 minute drive.

They typically attract local kids on scholarship, or rich northerners who are just looking for an easy education. But they do offer a unique golf management degree, and their claim to fame is that they’re sometimes decent in the basketball department (like 1 time in 2015 but they just will not let it go). They also somewhat have a reputation as a party school (tho I think Miami definitely more than them).

Being built predominantly around preserved land, FGCU also has a big “eco-friendly” outlook. So lots of walking paths, a course called colloquium that all students have to take, and the one everyone dreads because you have to walk through the swamp for part of it. Lucky for Lance, he would have attended during the COVID years, and thus could avoid the swamp walk because all courses were virtual.

He’d probably be a member of Alpha Epsilon Pi, the Jewish fraternity on campus. They’re lowkey, but also kind of throw the best parties, off-campus of course because FGCU doesn’t have official fraternity or sorority housing. In this world Lance has definitely drank jungle juice from a trash can with a nozzle cut into the base. He is aware of the existence of “Saturdays are for the boys” flags, frat boy Lance is something that can be both repulsive and endearing.

He has a car, but most the time he opts to take his bike places. Fernando first runs into him when he’s in his bike gear actually, which, you know, hard to resist that. Plus, picture Fernando being Lance’s backpack. Please envision it, it’s a very important image. It’s definitely happened in this universe.

Strollonso beach dates??? Yeah, 100% happened here too. One of the reasons Lance even ends up at FGCU is because of the beach, so you know his ass is there most weekends. He forgets sunscreen frequently, Fernando is used to applying aloe to his back after they’ve spent a long day on the boat. He probably has that sunburned warmth to him like 24/7. He never forgets his sunglasses though, so he also maybe has raccoon eyes.

Oh yeah, and Logan, being a South Florida boy, probably would have attended FGCU too. His tinder profile unfortunately probably does feature a photo of him holding a fish. Just Florida boy things.

Anyway, this maybe is nothing. But if you want to talk more about this au please feel free to message me/send an ask. And I will 100% be ready to ramble more about this ultra specific fic. A chapter coming after keep to the line this weekend maybe.

#I have so much to say about this #literally I have notes upon notes that I’ve been building with my friends #we are so sure in another universe he went to fgcu #we know it in our bones #strollonso #strollonso fic #strollonso college au #lance stroll

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mandobatemans · 9 months

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intrigue (Tom Wambsgans x f!reader)

warnings: infidelity, fingering, unprotected piv sex, soft!dom tom, size kink kinda, biting, greg, do NOT have sex with the head of conservative news organizations irl!!!, i am a shivcel fr anything negative abt shiv in here i didn't mean it ily siobhan 🫶, NSFW UNDER THE CUT

word count: 4,740 (i got carried away)

A/N: this is loosely based on s4 e7 but there's no real timeline so it probably takes place like somewhere around season 3 or 4? this is my first succ fic so...enjoy 🤗 & also this took me SO long to write i'm so deeply sorry to anyone who was waiting

also posted to ao3

Tom had never been a fan of the whole “open marriage” arrangement. When he thought back to that fateful night (fateful night…who else would say that about their wedding night?) what he remembered most was the look on Shiv’s face when she told him that she wanted an open marriage. On their wedding night.

It was more for Shiv anyway. Tom rarely thought about actually acting on the arrangement, whether it be out of love for Shiv or loyalty to her father, he wasn’t sure. Sure, he had kissed someone here or done oral there when high on coke, but he had never actually fucked anyone else.

Something was different, though, tonight. Firstly, they were hosting a Waystar/ATN event at their apartment, and despite being chairman of ATN, he wasn't even sure what the evening was for. Shiv had told him about it last minute, casually mentioning it as they were being driven to work, like it was dinner at Logan’s rather than hundreds of media moguls and politicians to host. Actually, dinner at Logan’s felt equally, if not more, important than tonight. A better equivalent for how nonchalantly Shiv had mentioned it would be Connor inviting them somewhere.

Secondly, Shiv had suggested, outright, that they both find someone to hook up with at the party tonight. Earlier in their bedroom, after getting dressed in silence, Shiv had turned to Tom while putting her earrings in to share the idea. He knew she would be acting on it whether or not he did, and why shouldn’t he? It had been a while since he had gotten laid and was verbally (and physically) assaulting Greg a lot more as a result.

Did he just pick someone? How did you approach someone and say, “Hey, I’m in an open marriage but I’ve never actually done anything more than get my dick sucked with anyone else…anyway, let’s fuck!”

Tom fidgeted with his glass as he surveyed the room.

Despite your personal beliefs and the endless human rights violations that Waystar was affiliated with, their (and by extension ATN) events were some of the most lavish you'd ever attended. As a political journalist, it was standard for your company to send a journalist or two to whatever soirée the Roys were throwing. Everyone took turns, and this time you had drawn the short straw. It hadn’t been too bad so far, you thought, although perhaps you were jinxing yourself. You had kept to yourself mostly, chatting with other journalists you frequently saw around the city on assignments, snacking on the hors d'oeuvres, and listening to the ridiculous conversations political and media bigwigs were having.

You had been to an event hosted by the Roys before, but they were usually at ATN, Waystar, or some expensive venue. Being invited as a member of the press to Shiv Roy’s apartment felt strangely intimate. You were certain this was some calculated business move on the part of one Roy or the other, but you honestly didn’t really care. Whatever drama was happening within Waystar Royco was contained within the Roy family. You were simply here to supplement a piece your coworker was writing on the atmosphere of this political season.

It was only an hour into the party when you had collected all the quotes and interviews you needed, and sampled almost all of the hors d'oeuvres. Your boss expected journalists to stay for most, if not all, of the night for these things, in case some political bombshell were to happen. You were pretty sure nothing too monumental was going to happen in this room full of suits, especially with all of the Roys notably absent from the festivities. Even Shiv, whose house it was, looked like she wasn't paying any attention to what was going on in her home. In fact, she had been in the corner all night, talking to some prominent New York and D.C. women, important enough that you knew their faces but not important enough for you to attach any names to them.

You checked your phone for the time. You could probably get away with leaving in another hour if you made up some family emergency as an excuse for your editor. Even another hour seemed like ages. Maybe you could re-interview some people? Speak to some guests whose quotes would never make it in the article just to kill time? Sighing, you opened your messages, thumbs hovering over the chat with your editor, putting your journalism degree to use by brainstorming an excuse to get you back home in your bed before ten o’clock. When you turned around to pace while you typed (a nervous habit), you found yourself face-to-face with one of your hosts.

It felt like a fucking cliché. Literally bumping into someone at a party? If one of your writer friends wrote something like this, you'd tell them it was bullshit and things like that didn't happen in real life. Yet here you were, inches away from–

“Tom Wambsgans, Chairman of Global Broadcast News at ATN.” He introduced himself, reaching out a hand for you to shake.

You returned the handshake, grateful that he wasn’t offended by you bumping into him. “I know who you are.”

“And I know who you are.” He paused. “That sounded stalkerish, didn’t it? I meant, I know who you are because I’ve read your articles.”

“You have?” You were surprised. Your company and your articles in particular were considered left-leaning, the very opposite of the stories ATN ran.

He nodded. “Gotta keep up with the competition. I’ve seen some of your features on the network, as well.”

“Really? I would have thought you would just watch ATN all day,” you teased.

Tom made a face and then shook his head. “No, no, no. Plus, I wouldn’t really call any of our journalists ‘journalists’ so much as pretty faces. You do your own research and look good on the camera. That’s impressive.”

You raised an eyebrow and Tom’s eyes widened, processing what he had just said.

“God, I do sound like a fucking stalker.”

You laughed, “Just a little bit.” You let him cringe for a second, then smiled to reassure him. “No, but I’ve seen some of your interviews since you took over ATN. You look good on the camera, too.” You paused, before adding, “Maybe that makes us both a little stalkerish.”

His eyes lit up at your response, earning a genuine laugh (the first one that night not faked for some suit, he noted).

“Uh, sorry for bumping into you. I wasn't looking where I was going,” you explained, waving your phone in your hand for context.

“Ah, cell phone. The curse of the twenty-first century.”

You furrowed your brow involuntarily for a moment. He wasn't how you expected the spouse of a Roy to be like. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, you weren't yet sure.

“I’m making a huge ass of myself, aren't I?” He sighed. “I’ll leave you to the party–”

“No! It’s okay. Stay,” you heard yourself say. It was Tom’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Okay. You found him attractive. And even despite his eccentric comments, you also found yourself wanting to talk to him more. You were, however, purposely avoiding looking at the wedding ring on his finger.

To Tom, it all seemed too perfect. You, for example. He was being honest when he said he had seen and read some of your work and that he enjoyed it, and he did sometimes watch other networks to get an idea of the competition, but he had left out the fact that there was something about you in particular that made him watch the entire segment when you happened to be on air. And the fact that sometimes he'd scroll through your articles online and imagine you reading them aloud to him. But he wasn’t a stalker. And now you were here, in his house, on the night that his wife had all but shoved him into the bed of anyone that he wanted.

But still; one pleasant, slightly flirtatious conversation didn't mean you wanted to ride off into the sunset with him. Or, more accurately, go upstairs with him.

He scanned the room for Siobhan. Although it had been her suggestion, and he knew she had acted on the arrangement before, he still felt like it was somehow a trap. Like she’d hire someone to hide behind the bedroom door that night and catch him with his pants down (literally) to use as blackmail.

But sure enough, she was across the room, laughing at something some lobbyist had said, and resting her hand on the other woman’s arm slightly longer than a casual touch would last.

The longer he thought about it, the more confident he felt. If you were interested, he wanted to spend the night with you. And maybe more. But he was getting ahead of himself.

“It's kind of loud over here. Come on,” he gestured with his head toward the opposite corner of the apartment, one not occupied by any guests save for an elderly politician snoring on the couch.

You followed him, nodding when he asked if you wanted another drink before picking a champagne flute off of a passing server’s tray. He handed it to you once you reached the corner, your hands touching during the exchange. It seemed like even more of a cliché to feel sparks fly at this tiny touch, so you ignored that, as well.

“You host these kinds of things often?” You asked, leaning against the wall and taking a sip of your champagne. The room was full of very important people, though none of them seemed to be talking about very important things. You couldn't quite wrap your head around why a high-level executive who had married into one of the largest media conglomerates was wasting his time talking to you (flirting with you?), but you had seen stranger things in this city.

He grimaced and shook his head. “No, no. I’m usually just a guest.” Tom laughed and took a sip of his drink. “And not a very important one, at that.”

“I’m sure that's not true. I mean, how many people watch ATN? And you’re in charge of what airs or doesn't air.”

“1.89 million,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink, “Outside of the office, nobody’s really worried about what I think.”

“Not even your wife?” You stopped after you said the words, giving your brain a second to catch up with your mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect, I–”

“No, no, no, no, it’s okay,” he assured you, reaching out to rest a hand on yours consolingly. Tom leaned in closer so only you would hear him, unnecessary considering the secluded corner you two were in.

“But no, not even my wife.”

Your eyes darted to his hand atop yours, suddenly aware of how large his hands were. They almost completely covered yours, and they felt so comfortable and right there, like–

“We have an open marriage,” he suddenly said.

“Oh.”

Tom seemed disappointed with this reaction, quickly removing his hand from yours and adding, “That’s just to say that, our marriage is, uh, unconventional, so her not caring what I have to say isn’t that unusual.”

You were still processing the feel of his hand on yours, much less the revelation that he actually might be flirting with you and that it actually might go somewhere. By the time your thoughts caught up with you, it seemed like he was about ready to excuse himself and go scream at his reflection in the bathroom.

“Well, I’m sorry about that,” you responded, mirroring his gesture from before and resting your hand on top of his to comfort him. “You don’t deserve that, really.”

He scoffed. “You don't know what I deserve.”

You looked up at him, taking the time to absorb the look in his eyes that revealed just how much he was going through.

“Uh, Tom?”

Tom rolled his eyes and turned away from you to snap at the source of the interruption. “What, Greg? Can’t you see I’m having a conversation?”

“It’s just–well, Shiv is leaving with someone.” The taller man gestured at the door, where sure enough, Shiv was weaving her way through the crowd toward the elevators with the lobbyist from earlier, her hand guiding her by the small of her back.

Tom bit the inside of his cheek. “Well, Greg, we do have an open marriage. So, everything’s fine. Now, scram.”

Greg looked between the two of you and hesitated for a second before nodding and disappearing back into the bustle of the party.

Tom turned back to you. “That’s Shiv’s cousin, Greg. I’ve sort of taken him under my corporate wing, so to speak. Showing him the ropes and all that.”

You nodded, finishing your champagne.

“Well,” he said.

“Well,” you echoed.

He paused for a minute, though it seemed to last much longer than that. “You’re writing an article about this party, right?”

“Yeah,” you responded, unsure of where he was going with this.

Tom leaned in, lowering his voice. “What would your editor say if you got a behind-the-scenes look at the party?”

You raised your eyebrow.

“Of course, you'd have to come upstairs…” Something shifted in his tone. You were well aware of what the change implied, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't want to jump at the offer. This wasn’t you, though. Sleeping with a married man? On top of that, not just any married man, but the host of the party that you were covering for work. It sounded like a problem you’d encounter on an Intro to Ethics exam. But any moral qualms you had about the issue were pushed out of your head when you registered the way Tom was looking at you.

“Of course,” you repeated, nonchalantly, setting your empty champagne glass on a nearby table.

Something flickered in Tom’s eyes. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way, Wambsgans,” you replied, gesturing dramatically.

Neither of you spoke for the entire walk away from the excitement of the party to the quiet of Tom’s bedroom. It looked much like you had expected it to look: modern, chic, and impersonal. You were sure Tom (or Shiv) had some personal items somewhere in the house, but the bedroom was so clean and styled that the only indication anyone slept or dressed in there was some of Shiv’s makeup and jewelry strewn haphazardly on the vanity.

When he had closed the door behind you, Tom stepped closer to you experimentally, as if he was afraid you'd flee like a wild deer if he moved too fast. You stepped closer as well, which seemed to give Tom the permission he was looking for. Within seconds, his mouth was on yours, his hands cupping your face, all tongue and teeth. There was hunger and desperation in the kiss, but it was hypnotizing, beckoning you deeper and deeper. He was almost doubled over to reach you (god, he was tall), so you shifted your weight to stand on your tiptoes.

Tom broke the kiss, leaving you with a confused look on your face.

He shed his suit jacket, throwing it carelessly on the floor. Next, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. Tugging on the length of his tie, he loosened it enough to undo a few buttons at his collar, revealing an inviting expanse of chest hair.

“Turn around,” he told you, snapping you out of your male-stripper-fantasy gaze.

You did as he said, something in his tone going straight to your core. You felt him run his hands from your shoulders down your arms, then down your hips and up to your waist, the action bunching up the fabric of your dress. He moved your hair to the side, pressing hot kisses to your neck that made your eyes roll back.

“Can I take this off?” He whispered, his lips trailing up to your ear.

You nodded in response, trembling momentarily under his touch. Tom unzipped your dress, helping you push it down your body and step out of it. He unhooked the back of your bra without moving further. It occurred to you then how wrong this was, to be sleeping with someone else’s husband in their own bedroom, but to your surprise, you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was the heat of Tom’s gaze on your bare back. You took your bra off the rest of the way and discarded it on the ground next to your dress. Once in only your underwear, you turned back around to face him, watching his eyes follow every curve of your body to drink in the newly exposed skin.

“Wow,” he said, simply, reaching out to grab you by the hips and pull you closer to him. “You’re gorgeous.”

Grinning, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him again, cradling his face in your hands. You felt him smile back into your kiss. Before you knew it, he had you pressed against the wall, totally enclosed by his larger form. He went from kissing you on your lips to your neck to behind your ear to your chest, as if he couldn't decide which spot deserved the most attention or for how long.

One of his hands slid down to the waistband of your underwear, the cold metal of his wedding ring a shock against your hot skin. You made eye contact with him as his hand slipped between the fabric and your skin cup your cunt, whining when you felt his touch. He seemed to get off on that, capturing you in a kiss again at the same time he slipped a digit into your wet heat. You were too hot; you pressed your hand to his chest to stabilize yourself and pushed your underwear down your legs and kicked them off. Tom smiled at this, getting right back to pumping his finger in and out at a pace that almost made you melt down the wall.

It was probably a power trip thing, you thought, you totally naked and him almost fully clothed. You didn't mind because it was kinda hot, but it wasn't what you had expected from Tom based on the unassuming, Midwestern image of him that was circulated in columns and by the Roys themselves. But, then again, you hadn't expected to find yourself in this position at all when you left your apartment earlier that night.

The pace of his fingers felt so good, so intoxicating, that now that you had him, you needed more of him.

“A-another one,” you whined between kisses.

When you opened your eyes to look at him, Tom had a smug look on his face. Sure, it was arrogant, but it turned you on, so who really cared? “Yeah?” he asked, “You want another one?”

“Tom,” you hissed, gripping onto his shoulder as his finger curled in just the right way that it made your legs go numb.

The look remained on his face, but he added another finger nonetheless. Tom appeared to inhabit both extremes when it came to sex: he really wanted to pleasure you but he also really wanted to do what he wanted. Luckily, those two wants aligned.

He was making you feel so good that you needed to have more of him. Your kisses got sloppier, each so desperate to be further molded with one another that your tongues tried to push impossibly further into the other’s. Tom shifted his hand so he could angle his thumb to rub slow, tantalizing circles on your clit as he continued to pump his fingers. Your grip on his shoulder tightened–you feared your fingernails would leave dents in his skin–but like so many other things tonight, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You could feel the pressure rising in your middle, your cunt clenching around his fingers in anticipation of your impending orgasm, but then it stopped.

You opened your eyes that you hadn't realized were squeezed shut to look at Tom, who had his hand in front of your face, fingers glistening with your slick. “Open,” he encouraged. You obeyed, accepting his fingers into your mouth and licking them clean with a ‘pop.’ He stared at you like you had hung the stars in the sky. He jerked his head toward the bed. “Sit.”

There was authority in his commands, but you didn’t fear him; from the short amount of time you had spent with him, you knew he was at his core a sweet man. You would admit to yourself that you had been curious how his awkward, nervous energy would translate into the bedroom, but once alone, he seemed to be a different man.

You watched him strip off the rest of his clothes eagerly, smiling up at him once he rejoined you on the bed totally naked. He must’ve noticed you staring, because he asked: “Do you want me to put on a condom?”

You shrugged, shifting your eyes back up to his own. “No, it’s okay. I'm on birth control.”

He sighed in relief. “Good. I don't even know if I have one in here.”

“Then why’d you ask?” You laughed, encouraged by the smile that crossed his face when you did so.

“Seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do. If you said yes, I would’ve sent someone to go get one or borrowed one from–”

“Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“Just fuck me already.”

“Alright. If you say so,” he teased, leaning down over you to kiss you. Both your lips were red and puffy from all the kissing and some biting, but it didn’t matter. You could feel his cock pushing against your stomach from the angle, so you reached down to take him in your hand and pump his length.

“Fuck,” he murmured against your skin, face buried in your neck as he pressed kisses to the every inch of available flesh, “Fuck…Can I?”

“Please,” you responded, noticing a little desperate hitch in your voice that you ignored. Tom licked his hand and cupped your sex with it, running the pads of his middle fingers through your folds a few times to collect the wetness between your legs. Gently, he guided his length into your opening

inch by inch, watching your face for any sign of discomfort before bottoming out.

You should’ve expected his dick to be big from his height, the size of his hands, his nose, whatever, but you hadn’t considered just how big. It was quite a stretch to take him fully, but he gave you all the time you needed to adjust and get comfortable. When you were ready, you bucked your hips up into his to give him the okay.

Tom took your permission to move and ran with it, grabbing your left leg and placing it over his shoulder before pressing you down further into the mattress with his body weight so he could thrust into you at a deeper angle.

You lifted your head to meet him to return to making out, the sensation of his tongue down your throat even more erotic now that he was inside of you, as well.

His thrusts were deep but not as aggressive as he had been with his fingers. He wouldn’t vocalize this, or even admit to himself that he was thinking this, but he wanted this to last. As much as it was supposed to be a hookup–emotionless sex–he found himself wanting it to happen again, despite his attempts to push those thoughts deep into the recesses of his mind.

One arm was thrown around Tom’s neck, hand gripping a fistful of his hair. Your other hand went down to your clit, beginning to rub circles to match the pace of his thrusts.

“You wanna cum again?” He teased, “Again, when I haven't cum once?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, playfully, slipping your finger down from your clit to lightly stroke the length of his cock that wasn't fully inside of you.

He let out a moan, eyes twinkling as he snapped his hips a little harder, snickering when you gasped in response.

Tom caught you in another kiss, resting his weight on his forearm that was positioned next to your head. You arched your back up into him, urging him deeper, which he obliged. “Touch yourself,” he said, disconnecting his mouth from yours just long enough to give the command.

You smiled into his lips, rubbing your clit again as his thrusts became sloppier and jerkier. He was holding on until you came again, despite his earlier cockiness. The moment he felt your walls tighten around him, he let go, spilling inside of you with a grunt.

He pulled out, rolling off of you to lay beside you.

Tom was still catching his breath, and you watched his chest heave for a few moments. “Hey, you okay?” He asked. “Everything alright?”

You smiled, nodding and reaching over to kiss him again. “I'm good, yeah. You?”

“Perfect, actually.” Tom smiled back at you. He found himself lost in the moment, lost in your eyes, lost in the connection you two had just had, and it was too much for him. Quickly, he sat up, ready to change the subject. “You need to clean up?”

You furrowed your brow at the sudden shift in his demeanor, but going along with it nonetheless. Despite him just having been inside you, you didn't feel like it was your place to mention the change. “Yeah. Can I?” You asked, gesturing vaguely toward the bathroom.

“Yeah. Oh, yeah. Go ahead. Towels are above the sink.”

You flung your legs over the side of the bed and stood, heading toward the bathroom. “I’ll just clean off real quick, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“No, no, no. I mean, you can stay the night. If you’d like, that is. I could call you a car, though, if I’ve made some awful faux pas and you don’t want to look at me for another–”

“Tom.” He focused on you again after his brief spiral. “I would like to stay.”

He grinned. “Great, that's great.”

“Just let me–” You waved your hands around your lower body, “–clean all this up.”

“Yeah, of course, sure. I’ll be here.” He added the last part in a quasi-sing-song voice.

At the sound of the shower turning on, Tom rose to locate his clothes and try to clean up. He pulled his boxers back on, taking his dress shirt, pants, & jacket to be thrown into the hamper. They really should be dry-cleaned, he considered, but found that he couldn’t be bothered. As for your clothes, he wasn’t sure what exactly to do with them, so he laid your dress across a chair in the bedroom and left your bra and underwear on the floor. He was still considering whether he should pick them up or not when you came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your torso.

Once you had dressed in your undergarments again and Tom had given you an undershirt to sleep in, you started to wonder what all this meant. If it had just been a hookup, why were you staying the night? You had thought you’d feel dirty and disgusted with yourself, spending the night in someone else’s bed with someone else’s husband, but you didn’t. You didn’t know what that said about you, what it meant that you were perfectly comfortable talking into the night with Tom, both laughing and sharing stories long after you had agreed to turn the lights off and get some sleep. That almost made it worse, you thought, that it wasn’t just sex. That made it dangerous.

After you had drifted off, Tom spent a few minutes watching you sleep. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, watching the worries of the day wash off your face while you slept. He knew it was wrong to be more comfortable in this bed with you than he was with his own wife. But that was something to deal with (or repress) in the morning. Here, now, with you wrapped in his and Shiv’s bedsheets, your form against his chest rising and falling with his breaths, he could pretend it was meant to be like this.

@swiftcession @greenwrldsz @zirrocom @lukas-matsson @ledtassoo @bluecruz97 @rita-lean @grainyimag3

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abcwordsurge · 8 days

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what old work[s] you've made is your favorite and why? and now what's your most favorite recent work? smile. i love ur writing i wanna hear u talk abt ittt!!

:D hi marley

this took a bit because I had to go through all my stuff and, like, make a tournament out of it, but here I am! with answers!

for old works, I've gotta go with "October 15th" (link here). it's a fic with little snippets from an average day in the statehouse. a pretty healthy mix of fluff and angst and humor. I remember writing this and just grinning to myself, like, "yeah, I'm so clever, this is so neat." it was one of the very first fics I posted in this fandom, way back in October (shocking /s). wow, wait, is that over half a year ago? huh. it feels like I haven't been in this fandom for that long. well, I'm glad to be here!

honorary mention: "Something That Matters" (link here), two connected wiscowa (wisconsin / iowa) drabbles. posted even earlier than "October 15th," and was far shorter and simpler. this one is just a lil thing and it makes me happy no matter how many times I reread it

outside of fandom, I'd go with "Bigger Than Jesus" (link here), about Big Time Rush (yes, that kids show boy band), and carlos and logan's opinions on the Beatles. I thought that was comedic GOLD. still makes me giggle rereading it

as for recent fics, I'll say "The Five Nonsenses" (link here). it's a queerplatonic floui fic, and this is perhaps the first time that I felt totally confident while writing a fic about a qpr. I've never been in a qpr (despite my best efforts /hj), but after writing this, I just knew that this is the sort of thing I should write when writing queerplatonic fics. I dunno, I just feel like I've cracked the code or something like that. I'm pretty proud of this one

this ask makes me so happy. usually when I reread something I wrote, it's because I'm looking for things I need to fix in it, but in order to give you an answer, I had to look for things I like. it improved my mood quite a bit. thank you <3

#/p #wttt #wttt fanfic #wttt wisconsin #wttt iowa #big time rush #wttt floui #wttt florida #wttt louisiana #welcome to the table #ask box #marley!!

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sigurdjarlson · 2 years

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You always have the best takes on greg 😊 especially abt sub greg. Do you have any more sub greg hcs bc you could write a 20 page essay abt him and I would happily read it ❤

Thank you so much! I’m just glad ya’ll are enjoying these posts <3 it’s such a relief and a joy to get feedback on them because I worry I get a little too carried away sometimes

I’ve seen a lot of posts about Tom subconsciously wanting someone taller than him and that got me thinking about Greg and how he might feel about his own height.

Greg is such an anxious person. When he interacts with people he seems to try to make himself smaller, (especially if the situation is a conflict of some kind), less threatening, less noticeable.

It’s kind a curse for him because he’s the first person people tend to notice.

The jokes don’t bother him after hearing them since he was a kid and had his first major growth spurt but people could be more creative he thinks.

But it also leaks into his romantic/sex life. Guys tend to assume he’s a top, and he doesn’t dislike it. But he just kinda really wants to be topped sometimes?

He wants to feel small and protected by someone for once in his life. He wants to feel cared for most of all because frankly..he rarely ever has. His mother and grandfather seem to be very distant emotionally and his father bailed on him.

His mom loves him, he thinks he knows this, but she’s never been the warm and cuddly type. Greg was always the type who wanted warm and cuddly though.

And you know I’m thinking back to this interview where it was either Matt or Nic that says “Greg wants someone to take care of him and hide him, Tom wants to someone to guide and take care of. They can give each other that.”

I know I talk about it a lot but it still devastates me that all it took to make Greg turn down a guaranteed quarter of a million dollars was Logan saying he liked him. That’s the bare minimum of affection and he latches onto it immediately.

He just wants to feel cared for and protected for once in his life and that need also shows in his sex life as well.

And we all know Greg is a people pleaser to the point it makes him almost like a human chameleon. He wants people to like him. He wants to make someone proud, be seen as someone worth loving. The way he absolutely lights up at even the slightest bit of praise

And he wants to feel special, coveted, precious.

Greg is simultaneously so vulnerable and not vulnerable at the same time.

And while he likes having the choice to make his own decisions he likes when people take the burden off his shoulders and he can trust them to make the right one.

Tom can do all this that without even touching him. He tries to think about literally anything or anyone else but it always comes back to Tom.

Tom who puts a guiding hand on his lower back to urge him along. It’s comforting.

Tom who orders for him and sometimes seems to know his needs better than he does.

“Perhaps I’ll have the-“

“you won’t like it.”

“I mean..I I should at least try it?”

He tries the food and proceeds to not like it and Tom is looking at him with this smugness like I know you better them you know yourself

He doesn’t. Yet. But Greg thinks one day he could if he let him

Tom who’s praise makes him feel like he’s actually worth something to someone. It also makes him feel things he’d rather not feel at work even when it’s about something completely innocent.

Tom who’s always touching him almost possessively. (And oh he loves jealous Tom. It means Tom cares. it means he’s wanted and loved. It makes him feel like he’s something precious and worth defending. And to Tom he absolutely is. Honestly Tom would probably literally kill someone for him)

If Tom pulled a “Nate pour the wine back in the bottles moment on Greg’s behalf Greg would be on his knees for him so fast or crawling into his lap and grinding against his thigh all needy and desperate <3

Best thing for Greg though is dirty talk mixed with praise. “Such a good little slut for me.” And he just melts

Some part of him is embarrassed he wants to be protected and cared for so badly? He’s a grown man, he’s 6’7, he should be able to protect (and take care) of himself. It doesn’t stop him from wanting these things though.

Tom provides though. Tom always provides <3

#asks #tomgreg #succession asks

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princeanxious · 4 years

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A random logicality fic i didnt realize I wanted to write until just now, that i can't write out into an organized fic story atm but I can ramble about its whole world and character settup! So like. Take this as a massive bullet point fic if you will, but, yknow, minus the bullet point part..

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Some background info: this is an omegaverse idea BUT it primarily focuses on the worldbuilding, character dynamics, and relationship dynamics and doesnt focus or even really mention nsft stuff. At least not in this post! Another fact abt this au is that there are no betas in this au, just alphas and omegas representing as the primary biological differences. Same general biology applies, and there is this worlds own version of the LGBTQ+ community as well, ect ect.

Logan is a highclass omega that lives on a large estate and is the only omega, let alone male omega(which is uncommon in this au), in his well known family's current generation. Hes got two other older alpha siblings Thomas and Deceit(named Dorian in this fic) and theyre all p close to eachother and wellknown to the public for being anti-classist despite the rest of their highclass family's history of being generally snooty and classist and not very family-oriented. They probably run a big entertainment company named after the family line and thats where most of their wealth comes from. Their family surname is probably Sanders. Logan is like, an inch above normal height for an omega and is sort of a frail, lanky, and uber pale man who doesn't eat well and doesnt exercise often and doesnt get enough sunlight and is often bored out of his mind, frankly.(all of this is due to his parent's terrible job of raising him, both from the servants (unhappily)following their orders for his care and from their blatant disregard for his health and happiness as a male omega. His brothers and the servants do the best they can to sneak around the rules, at least for food and sneaking Logan books and candles to entertain himself late at night or in his freetime when they arent hanging out together)

Patton, on the other hand, is a mid-high class Alpha in a little less well-known(in comparison to the Sanders family at least) but still well-respected family in a slightly smaller estate, known from their history of being a long line of hardworking successful people and being a very big and far reaching family. They probably breed a few prized mostly pure-bred and cross-bred horse breeds (the ethical way of course). And perhaps they(at least at Patton's estate specifically) also have their own fruit tree plantation that is known for selling its fruit as well as making said fruit into jams to be sold locally. Theyre family also has ties in helping many local businesses as well as a few larger companies ect. ect. The main family branch name is Crofters. ;p Patton is a v tall boi, and like his father, works hard around the estate just as much as any other worker. He helps harvest fruit from the plantation when its time and gets to help turn a good portion of the fruit into their famous crofters jam, and he helps tend to the stables and horses and chores all around the estate, does lots of heavy lifting ect.ect. So. Tall buff boi who's v suntanned and v freckled and made of friendliness and sunshine smiles yknow?? Hes an only child with just a father by the time hes 21 and a ton of extended family but he makes an effort to check in and make sure the local youth and elderly are well taken care of.

So in this fic, like, these things that are sort of like coming-of-age courting parties/festivals are held? It's a big cultural thing that happens each season to allow un-courted young adults a chance to meet and socialize with other un-courted young adults at their own leisure and pace rather than being subjected to family-directed arranged courtings(which are mostly a thing of the past at this point for their culture)

So like, p much Thomas and Dorian have to step in to help Logan persuade their parents into letting them take Logan to a local coming-of-age festival bc his parents are like this close to just making Logan go through w/ an arranged courting from some other highclass alpha, bc omega males aren't as 'prized'(to the highclass) or seen as desirable as omega females so getting Logan to marry into another wealthy family solely for maintaining status and making wealthy ties is the only use they see for him. Which of course,, his alpha siblings are having none of that if they have anything to say about it.(and they do. Logan deserves as much freedom as they do if not more, especially at this point in their lives. And Dorian spends the whole walk back to their bedrooms venting about the stupidity and blatant sexism of the fact that Dorian and Thomas are freely allowed to go wherever and do whatever they please because they're Alphas, "but Logan can't and has to be escorted everywhere that he is allowed to go if he wants to go anywhere as if he doesnt have his own autonomy! Why can Thomas and I go to the festival's without any fuss or escort but Logan is almost two steps from forbidden to even chose his own attire for the day? Highclass society is bullshit!")

So, with the eventual hard-won mutual agreement that Thomas and Dorian will be Logan's direct and only escorts to the festival who will not be left alone(they wouldnt leave him alone anyway, though not out of thinking that Logan is a dependent helpless omega that needs to be attended to and directed at all times, bc they dont believe that like their parents do, its out of the fact that theyre not about to leave their two years younger baby brother who has virtually no experience in socializing, let alone making friends, alone in a loud activity-filled festival w/ a large amount of varied attendance.) They head off during the winter festival season(as Logan's 21st birthday was in late autumn) to at least introduce their own friends that they've met over the years to Logan(who many of them have heard about but never met previously due to their parents toxic outdated mindsets on how omegas needed to remain shielded from the world and obediant, so Logans only friends for the longest time were his brothers themselves and that was it.).

So, the cast fic placements sorta go like this: Dorian has his intentions set on courting this very chaotic very non-conforming omega male named Remus(bc really, both of them just wanna say fuck you to the Sanders' parents' outdated ideals of societal conformity, really. However, Dorian pursuing Remus is like 5% driven by saying suck it to society, 15% spite towards his parents, and 80% because Remus stole his heart the first time they met by being unabashedly himself and being super interested and forward towards Dorian without being patronizing or disgusted with his birth scars and blind eye. Remus without prompting settles up against Dorian's blindside at all times when in public to work as a barrier to others sneaking up on the visually impaired alpha, all unprompted. Remus really really likes Dorian, and the feeling is mutual.) And! it works out bc even tho Remus is about as wild and as independant and inobedient and non-fragile and as far from the rest of the perfect omega stereotypes as they get, he's part of a family that is even higher in status than the Sanders family. Remus and his twin Roman are both male omegas born into a wealthy and publicly generous family that honestly is probably the most well known in the entertainment industry for its long line of professional actors, singers, and popular film/stage play writer and producers. Remus and Roman are naturally charismatic, Roman being a talented singer and trained actor while Remus dabbles in script writing and producing. Their mothers are respectively an omega and alpha and have their own accomplishments. And, are infact very progressive, and they plan to hand off the company to Roman and Remus to run when the twins are ready to, marriage not required. So, like. The Sanders parents cant exactly find a reason not to let Dorian pursue Remus without being openly obvious in their conservative views about omegas. (Which The Twins' parents already know about through Remus's recountings of Dorian's venting abt Logan's childhood mistreatment) so, safe to say, everyones in on pissing off the Sanders family in ways that they can't openly be mad about.

Anyways, to tie this all back in, the festivals mentioned above are both for meeting mutually un-courted young adults/adults and also for individuals to pursue courting who they want to court without family/class bias ect. (So like, un-courted/non-courting individuals dress/wear a main article in a certain color, while courted/courting individuals wear any other colors but that color, and said color depends on what season its in, and this coloring isn't something that varries from town to town, its universal in their culture. For Spring, un-courted individuals wear Green, in fall its Orange, in Summer its Yellow, and in Winter its Blue. And thats how you differentiate) so Thomas and Dee return to attend each of the seasonal festivals to court who theyre pursuing as a special time alone from either family watching as well as it being another way of meeting up with their friendgroup to have fun.

So, through Dorian, Logan finally meets Roman and Remus, and honestly its a real struggle for them to get along at first bc Roman and Remus are loud and brash and opinionated and independent, and rather unfiltered. And. Well, Logan grew up being trained to be the opposite, so he doesnt think they're compatible friends. But thats how he’s been raised to think. They lead and smother him in their conversation for a hot minute before realizing Logans just politely listening and not even attempting to join in, looking mildly uncomfy and out of his depth. And Romans a little offended before he remembers that what Remus relayed to him about Logan's uprising. So, Remus finds a way to get under Logans skin just enough to break down the polite walls that have been trained into him. Remus states stating false facts to Logan that he knows Logan knows are false and is able to get Logan just incredulous and heated enough to debate back. And Roman joins in just in time to change the subjects just a bit, and it takes some time but they get into a grove of getting Logan used to talking without being talked to, giving his own opinion on things without fear of repercussion and just generally conversating.(and they find, very smugly, that Logan can be just as loud and passionate about facts and his own thoughts and opinions if given the right outlet and the push to do it.) And it finally gets Logan to loosen up just a bit, to relax and smile and laugh(!!), and his brothers are just as excited for him bc Logan's finally getting to break out of his shell without the oppressive control of their parents directly looming over him.

So, okay okay, I'm getting to the logicality part, shhh, perfection takes time!! So, okay, I forgot to squeeze this in earlier but Thomas is courting Remy, whos a talented and smart as fuck, independent male omega from a family from their neighboring country. Remy has a big fam, but hes the head in charge out of all his siblings, ect ect. He’s an omega and the oldest, with three younger alpha siblings and one younger omega sibling. His parents are headstrong people who’ve raised a take-no-shit omega who will not be pushed around and will gladly do his own thing, thank you. If we’re being honest, its really Remy courting Thomas, whos a big-hearted softy introverted Alpha, like they are mutually interested in one another but Remy is a massive extrovert and theres no misunderstanding whose taking charge when theyre together. Remy’s existance alone is enough to Piss off the Sanders Family parents, especially after Remus enters the picture, however.. Remy takes it to the next level by being the more incharge, natural born leader, therefor flipping the old dominant alpha and obedient omega sterotype on its head. Thomas is happy to piss them off in doing it bc letting Remy take the lead makes Remy happy and keeps Remy from getting ansy and makes him happy bc he was never going to fully fit the dominant alpha sterotype anyways. Further still, out of the three siblings that are part of the Sanders family, only Thomas keeps the Sanders surname name in the end, as Dorian plans to take Remus’s and (future)Logan plans to take Patton��s surname. Which sets them up for: Remy chosing to take the Sanders Surname therefore becoming a direct part of the Sanders family name lineage, which the parents have no say over bc its technically up to Thomas by law, who gives Remy the option to chose on his own, ect.

Okay okay, w/ that set up, lets move forward.

Its p much a one-by-one meeting basis as Logan meets Dorian and Thomas’s partners and friends. So, Roman, Remus, and Remy all p much take Logan under their collective wing as soon-to-be omega brother-in-laws do. They all realize they’ve got a lot to teach Logan, and more importantly, kinda really need to get him courting soon bc Logan really needs to get out of that toxic household. They’re planning to keep it slowish bc Logan doesn’t know quite yet how to talk to people that arent his brothers, let alone have any knowhow on consentual courting?? But yeah, they’re keeping an protective eye out alongside Dorian and Thomas while still letting approaching un-courted alphas and omegas come close enough to interact/flirt w/ Logan. About mid-day Roman’s courting partner finally arrives:

A slightly withdrawn, tall and quiet Alpha who looks fairly intimidating until Logan realizes just how anxious the lanky Alpha is and how Roman is definately leading when he needs to to keep Virgil from overthinking. They end up hitting it off very well, unsurprisingly. Virgil doesn’t really know Logan’s whole story like Remus does bc Roman didn’t know to tell him in time so it takes some catching up and trading of their home lives to get to speaking terms but, Logan is soon to be the Twin’s brother in-law soo.. that p much makes Logan his family to be anyhow, so. Safe to say Virgil plays a minor part in warding off all too-cocky alphas thinking theyre about to find an easy catch in approaching Logan. Though, realistically, its the fact that a small group of courting young-adults are guiding and staying w/ said un-courted young-adult that keeps Logan from getting approached too much. It may not have allowed him to get the full festival experience, but, its likely Logan would not have been able to handle the Full Experience, especially not on his own.

Finally, incomes Patton. Patton, wearing blue just like Logan, stands out because he approaches the group fearlessly and full of sunshine, going through and greeting each familiar face before he realizes Logan is a new part of the group and politely and warmly introduces himself. Though well known to the group through being Virgil’s longstanding childhood bestfriend and part of a very openly interactive and helpful w/ everyone around them family, this is actually Patton’s first coming-of-age festival, as he’d just turned 21 two weeks prior. And hes very excited to meet new people, he always is! He’s quick to tell Virgil that the jam they’d made earlier in the fall(it was tradition at this point that Virgil helped Patton with the jam making process every year) had been successful in sales and smiles, and hes content to ramble to Virgil about the progress of the stables’ new foals. Logan would have thought Patton had out-right forgotten about him had Patton not begun turning to ask Logan an excited question every minute or so. And he always listened to Logan’s answers completely with rapt attention before asking or saying something further.

Niether of them know they’d both had the same thought when they’d first seen the other. A very sappy, very flustered thought of ‘Oh god, he’s cute.’ The moment they’d made eye-contact.

And, well, Logan is a tad overwhelmed, for many reasons. For one, Patton, on the very surface, is very attractive. Tall and well-built, sunkissed and freckled with curly blond hair and a dashing smile that lit up his entire expression, and Logan couldn’t help mirror Patton’s infectious smile with a shy one of his own. Another was that Patton’s voice was warm, not too loud though it carried well, it was welcoming and unashamedly happy. Patton was patient and kind and friendly, yet still felt reminiscent of an excited puppy. He was unabashedly himself in the nicest of ways, and Logan’s heart kept fluttering everytime their eyes met, everytime Patton asks him a question or answers his own. Patton leads the conversation, but leaves plenty room for Logan to take his own direction if he pleases. He’s considerate and thoughtful and actually treating Logan like a person, not some dependent omega or a possible mate. And it definately doesn’t go unnoticed that Logan’s blushing and slightly flustered, but Patton doesn’t push about it, he just lets the conversation stop and go as they please as the group wanders around and take part in the festivities.

And.. well, the group does take notice that Patton and Logan have started ignoring outside signals of omegas and alphas that wanna get close and interact with either one of them, but they don’t tell them about it. Logan and Patton are pretty obviously interested in each other, and honestly no ones gonna interrupt them while they figure things out. Patton is the only one who definately doesn’t know about Logan’s situation, but he picks up on it’s cues pretty quickly and treads carefully without prodding, though Logan is upfront about himself being raised under opressive conservative ideals so hes pretty new to everything, but he leaves it at that for their first interaction.

P much they spend the rest of the festival together, Dorian and Thomas directly checking in once or twice to confirm Logan is doing okay and happy. Thomas is met with a soft “yes.. Is this what romantic attention feels like?” And Dorian gets “Yes, though i’m not sure how long i’m going to be able to keep functioning if he keeps smiling at me with his handsomeface.” Which these things are said obviously w/ Patton out of earshot And both brothers have to keep themselves from cackling bc their brother is very gay for Patton. And Patton is very openly gay for Logan right back, not that Logan really knows how to read that yet tho.

By the end of the festival, Logan just decides that he wants to pursue courting Patton, h’s very sure of it especially after bringing it up with Dorian and Thomas and getting their approval. Then Logan brings it up with Patton directly and it goes something like this:

Logan shyly but determained asks Patton if he would consider courting Logan, and Patton just smiles warmly and leans down to take Logan’s hand and kisses it. Then says “I did consider it, Lolo, and I’d be more than blessed to get to court you.” And Logan just blushes so bright he has to hide his face and Patton just laughs and hugs him.

Skipping forward, Patton gets the Sanders families hesitant approval to let him directly court Patton, which involves them sending Logan over to spend periods of time at Pattons estate, and Patton coming to stay with Logan at the Sanders estate during the other half of the time. Cue Patton learning just how bad Logan’s home situation is and would be without his brothers there to buffer some of it, and Patton stepping up to curb it back as well while being non-aggressive about it.

Cue Patton taking Logan to meet riding horses directly for the first time, as well as meet baby horses. He eases Logan into the concept of being free to do almost whatever he pleases while staying at the Crofters estate, which is pretty mild for the longest time but watching Logan smile excitedly when he got a new book, or got to walk around town with Patton, or got to say yes or no just because he finally could? It means all the world to Patton. Cue the scene of them resting under a tree near the front of the estate during the day, easily seen and watched but relaxing and napping atop of one another all the same. Logan’s head against Patton’s board chest, listening to Patton’s heartbeat while patton runs his hand through Logan’s hair. Then, Logan tenatively asking about laying out front to stargaze in the evening, and honestly the night they finally get to stargaze for the first time a few days later is when the really fully fall in love.

Cue Virgil coming to visit with Roman in tow when its that time of the year to make the famous Crofters jam, and Logan is staying over at the estate at the time. And Logan finally tries Crofters jam for the first time, as he’d been putting it off before as not being a jelly person. And he just. Finds he really really likes it, probably an inproper amount. Patton takes notice, and doesn’t hesitate to spoil Logan with it every once in a while. Logan also learns how to make Crofters jam, and it was alot of fun to do! Hes tuckered out by the end of it, but thats not surprising.

And okay. Another major fun plot point is that during times that Patton and Logan are staying at the sanders estate, Dorian and Remus, Thomas and Remy, and Roman and Virgil also often are found staying at the large estate, and its no coincidence. Now that Logan is being directly courted(and its going very well), Logan’s autonomy now falls under Patton’s command, not Logan’s parents. And, well, Patton lets him make his own decisions as long as they stick together, as Pattons not comfy leaving Logan alone unless hes with one of his brothers or their omegan mates(bc at this point, Remus and Dorian finished their yearlong courting and married and are official mates, and same goes for Thomas and Remy. ) and well. My favorite concept is that Logan now has the guidance of 3 firely independant omegas to help him learn to strive for the independant mindset that had been robbed from him in his youth. Safe to say, Logan comes out just as stubborn and independant and passionate as the other three. He just tends to be the one out of the four who is the most content with their alpha being a bit more in the lead on a daily basis.

Didn’t really think abt an ending too much but like, Logan and Patton get married and become mates and move to Patton’s estate permanantly and just being so happy and inlove with Patton. And everythings?? Good?? So yeah.

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ethospathoslogan · 5 years

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Omg I would probably die from happiness if you did a sanders sides superhero au. Like I'm really curious about your take on the characters and their roles. Tbh I just love how unique you make the characters while staying true to their personalities. Also your aus are absolutely fantastic and I adore them.

anon this is... an incredibly sweet and heartwarming message (that also means a lot to me bc i know i’ve been kinda........ lacking in my AUs recently) so!!! you’ve inspired me to actually go through and at least bang out some headcanons omg

so, for some general background stuff, i was inspired by the adventure zone: commitment to make this!! kinda like how taz balance inspired a lowkey fantasy AU except this one is so much easier to do bc i can be inspired by commitment w/out actually being like “okay so logan would be [insert character] and roman [insert character] and etc etc etc”

basically the part that i really liked and that really got me thinking abt the AU is that, in commitment, the heroes don’t get their powers by dumb luck or birth or anything, but they’re given them scientifically through a corporation? like their powers are basically implanted in them by this scientific heroic organization and they don’t have a choice in what powers they get, and i thought that was really interesting!!!

also again idk if this is gonna be an Actual AU just bc my writing life has been crazy really, but if anyone is actually interested in this AU after reading this, i’ll happily accept questions/prompts :)

also also, i have to get ready for work, but i got mad excited abt this, so below the cut are roman and logan’s characters, if people want patton and virgil, i’ll reblog with them, too!!

**this is an AU in the making. aka, im really intrigued w/ this idea but im still working on the general outline of it. so, if i actually continue with it, some things might change or become more structured.

roman prince:

age: 26

so i picture this AU taking place in a city, and i feel like roman is the son of a very wealthy businessman within that city

he def has a balling penthouse that overlooks the city skyline

he’s charismatic and outgoing and definitely has a bit of an edge to him. like, there’s a bite to him, but it’s more like “i’ll smile and play nice and smile while tearing you to shreds if i need to”

like, don’t get me wrong, he’s a nice guy!!! an overall good person, just he’s not afraid to start shit and call people out on his bullshit if he has to. this has gotten him into trouble more than once.

he’s an aspiring performer and he’s incredibly talented in singing, acting, and dancing, but none of his roles ever felt Right bc it was obvious that the casting directors chose him to appeal to his father

which was always concerning for roman because he has a...... complicated relationship with his father

he actually got involved with the Scientific Organization because of his father

his father, the CEO of Prince Corp., started a partnership with the CEO of Sanders Institute. while Prince Corp. deals with finance along with more artistic fields, like films and fashion, Sanders Institute deals more scientifically, like with researching and developing new technologies. together, they formed almost an alliance of sorts.

so, Prince Sr. was told by Sanders Sr., “i have a new idea that could change the way the world functions” and, almost instantly, Prince Sr. offered Roman

when roman finally arrived at the Sanders’ Scientific Organization that will definitely have a name if and when i work more on this, he thought he was just going to be trying out new technologies or taking a couple fitness tests or trying some new serum or something

he didn’t expect that, after multiple screenings and tests, he would be told that he’d be receiving superpowers

or, more so, the scientists told him that he would become “an enhanced, more powerful version of himself,” which everyone knows translates to “kickass superpowers”

it’s not that he’s reluctant at first, but he’s almost disbelieving. like, things like this happened in movies and comic books. not in his life. but, then again, he knew that technology was advancing along with science, and it seems very possible...

needless to say, he became very enthusiastic very fast

his powers: pyrokenesis and he can put people under a type of thrall with his voice

pros of his powers: he can command people at will. he can set shit on fire.

cons of his powers: people know that they are being controlled and can fight against it. even if they fail in fighting it, they will know once the thrall wears off that they were controlled. he can set shit on fire. cue moral dilemmas on whether or not he’s toeing the line of superhero/supervillain bc of the devasation his powers, both physical and mental, can have.

this will be logince bc im logince trash

logan sanders:

age: 28

the son of Sanders Sr., and twin brother to thomas sanders

his entire life has been science. when thomas went to college for environmental engineering, he went for biology. outside of school, both brothers got very involved in technology. they’ve been exposed to their father’s science from a young age.

it was always expected that they would inherit Sanders Institue together and expand it with their fields of study

however, even logan and thomas didn’t know what their father was planning with this new Scientific Organization. they knew that Something was going on, but they thought perhaps a new technology was being developed, or a new experiment was taking place

well... they were partially correct

logan and thomas were both brought into the experimentation. they were the first ones to undergo the process, actually. they were told that it was because they deserved to receive this enhancement first, but they’re smart, they knew the real reason: to their father, science came first, and that meant using his sons as guinea pigs

now, logan is an incredibly analytical and logical man. where thomas was trusting and compassionate, always looking to help his father, logan was skeptical. what if something went wrong? what if the experiment didn’t work? it didn’t take long for him to learn that they were planning for other people to be brought in; what was the criteria?

why were they enhancing people like this?

“because people like you will be able to help the entire world,” his father had said, a smile plastered on his face. “you and thomas are both boys of science, and the people we plan on recruiting are just as beneficial. don’t you want to be of assistance to the world?”

logan did and, so, convinced by his father and intrigued by the science around it and interested in what these enhancements could be, he agreed.

plus, there was no way in hell he was going to let thomas go through this alone. if something happened... it happened to both of them. they were a package deal, and an experiment wasn’t going to take it away.

even though logan had his doubts, as time grew closer to when the enhancements would take place, he grew more and more excited. he loved science, lived for it! and he was truly about to become a man of science! everything for their world was about to change (logan never said it outloud, but he knew it: they were going to be heroes) and logan was going to be a part of that.

he always wanted to be a part of something that did good.

his powers: he can tap into any and all electronic devices and basically take total control over them. he also has lightning/electricity powers.

pros of his powers: can access any information in electronical databases. can shoot lightning beams.

cons of his powers: just how you can burn out a fuse by putting too much power in it, logan can “burn out.” electrical storms can actually be painful for him bc of how much electricity is in the air, and if he taps into too many devices in a short amount of time, he actually shorts out and basically electrocutes himself. it’s nonlethal but, nonetheless, painful, and leaves him powerless for a little while. all the electrical powers make him feel a bit too... robotic sometimes.

#roman sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #headcanons #stuff i write #answered #Anonymous

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stevienicksrps · 5 years

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title: i don’t have one yet! lol. words: 848 characters: logan navarro, hazel keary, noah keary, lizzie navarro, etc etc. notes: i wanted to write abt my characters with kids so i did :)

“Mama.”

“Yeah, baby,” Hazel chimed back, looking in her rearview mirror to see her son in his new booster seat. He wasn’t the tiny infant she’d brought home from the hospital anymore -- he was four years old, almost five, and he looked more like a boy and less like a baby.

He sighed, the sound making him seem older than his years. “I’m not a baby, I’m a big boy,” he insisted, and Hazel bit down on her lip to keep from laughing.

“Okay, what is it?” she said, turning her eyes back to the road and making sure she was still driving safely.

“Can Lizzie come play?” He kicked his feet against the booster, and turned to look out the car window.

“You like playing with Lizzie, huh bubba? And Rigel, too?” A smile graced her lips, thinking of her friends and how lucky she was to go through motherhood with them and their village.

“Lizzie’s my favorite,” he replied happily. “She plays trucks with me and she watches Toy Story with me! And you know what, Mama?”

Hazel took a turn around the bend in the road and then looked up in the mirror to see Noah. “Hmm, what’s that?”

“I love Lizzie so much. Even more than you sometimes!”

It was like a record-scratch, freeze-frame moment. Hazel had always figured that at some point, Noah wouldn’t find her cool anymore. She just didn’t expect it to come so soon.

“Is that so,” she replied, voice oddly flat. Noah, for his part, didn’t seem to notice.

“Mmhmm. She’s my favorite!”

“Cool!” she replied loudly, and then, under her breath, muttered to herself. “That doesn’t hurt my feelings at all.”

“Noah loves Lizzie more than me,” she told Logan a week later, when her blond child was chasing after Logan’s dainty daughter, peals of laughter ringing out from them both. The twon women were sitting on a bench at the park, never too far from their children. “He told me.”

Logan turned to look at Hazel, a hand on her now-swollen belly and an amused smile on her lips.

“Like an arrow through the heart, isn’t it?” she asked. “Lizzie is obsessed with Estevan. She cries if he doesn’t tuck her in at night.”

At that moment relief flooded through Hazel. There had been an underlying fear that perhaps Noah didn’t love her the most because she was fundamentally lacking in some way.

“What weird universe does Lizzie live in that she thinks Este is better than you?” Hazel asked with a scoff. “Because no offense to your baby daddy, but you’re infinitely cooler.”

Logan let out a laugh of her own, her smile wider than it had been only moments before.

“Thank you. At least someone thinks I’m cool.”

Hazel looked back at their children playing, watching as Lizzie tripped and Noah bent down to kiss her knee, a mimicry of the kisses she would give her son when he hurt himself.

“You know what I think?” Logan said after a pause, and Hazel looked up at her.

“I think they say they like someone else better because they know that we’ll always be there. Waiting for them. And that’s not so bad, is it? Means we’ve taught them that we’re always here to care for them. We must have done something right.” Logan idly rubbed her hand across her abdomen, where the littlest nerdlet was, in Hazel’s words, still cooking.

Hazel let the words hang in the air between them for a bit before responding, taking a breath. “That’s a nice way of looking at things.”

Logan shrugged a shoulder. “Definitely better than being so horrible our own kids don’t even like us,” she joked, and Hazel felt herself relax.

“So,” Hazel said, after another companionable silence, “is that why you haven’t tied down Este yet? Because you know he’ll always be there?”

Logan’s mouth opened as if to speak, but she never actually replied.

“I love you,” Hazel said, cutting off any potential argument. “You and Stella are my sisters. But Este is also like my annoying brother, and I don’t know how much longer I can see him look at you like a sad puppy.”

“I’m --” Logan started, but Hazel cut her off once more, not particularly enjoying the flash of hurt that passed across Logan’s face.

“I’m not telling you what to do. I’m not judging you, either, I promise,” Hazel added hurriedly. “I just want everyone to be happy.”

The duo fell into silence once more, and fixed their gazes on their two small children, playing together and enjoying nothing more than the freedom to move around.

Hazel gently laid a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “You’re my best friend,” she said earnestly. “I think you and Este would have cute little babies and I think you both should put the ego aside and get together, if you know what I mean.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Logan let out a sharp laugh and bumped Hazel’s shoulder with her own.

“And I’ll always be here for you to come back to, too.”

#my writing #oneshot #i might write about bianca next!#anyways eventually i think logan will lose it and then admit that she's in deep w este and that'll be that #or she could just get in early labor and go through something traumatic! equally possible! i love to hurt my queen :)

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ethospathoslogan · 6 years

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our place under the cosmos; a sanders side fanfic

A/N: me: *has a side blog for two days* okay time to write some fanfiction. also, this title is way more poetic than it has to be.

also, im just really emotional abt all the sides bonding

WC: 3,017

Logan found comfort in the cosmos. A skylight took up the ceiling in his room, mirroring whichever room Thomas currently resided in, and the sky doing the same for whatever it appeared outside.

But the stars- the stars were what Logan took solace in. A vast span of light and darkness combined together into one elegant wonder of knowledge to be explored. The length of the universe was so easily accessible to Logan; all he had to do was look up. Logan wasn’t the fanciful type, but even he could admit beauty when he found it.

The cosmos were Logan’s mediator. It stood where he usually did in arguments among the others, and listened as he did to the points being made. The only thing it could not do was speak back to him, but Logan didn’t need that. Logan, sitting under the skylight with his head craned up, did not come to his room to hear an ethereal voice fix his problems. He came here to work out the arguments he had with himself and contemplate the ideas and thoughts that ran through his mind.

The stars being there quieted him, rationalized him. He looked to the above and saw what he needed to to find reason. It was just him, his thoughts, and the stars. And that was enough.

Typically. Typically, it was enough.

Now, however, looking to the stars, all he felt was an unsettling confusion- the confusion of not knowing, but being unable to address what it was that one did not know.

“What you don’t know can’t hurt you.”

It was a lie. Of course it was a lie. It was coming from the mouth of Deceit, the literal embodiment of manipulation and dishonesty. If he said ten statements, nine of them were definitely false, and the tenth was debatable.

It bothered Logan then, but Logan stood up for knowledge then. With knowledge came power, with knowledge came security. Problems could easily be solved with an objective look at the obstacles and the acceptance of the knowledge needed to move forward.

So then why did Logan feel stuck? Why did it feel like there was a chain tethered to his core, keeping him where he sat?

Why was he doubting knowledge, the very essence of who he was?

No. No, he wasn’t doubting knowledge, per se, but more so the things that he did not know.

He looked up to the stars and saw ignorance. He saw a truth, barely yet learned, being smeared by lies and twisted words. He saw the lie being accepted as fact. The world being too big to accept the truth, the actual truth, once the falsehood had been ingrained into the minds of its inhabitants. There were those who did not question, those who accepted what they were given because either the current material did not matter to them, or they had no inclination to question; but what of those who did? What of those who questioned the false claim given to them, but found no truth? If there is no one to deliver the truth, then dishonesty wins. A lie becomes cemented in history and considered knowledge.

And then maybe, just maybe, that was when knowledge could hurt. There was knowledge in the world that no one had yet to obtain, and if one person was there to corrupt it, its fate was sealed. A lie could carry throughout history, slander some names and ellevate others.

Logan wanted to be the one to put an end to that. To make knowledge the safest place one could reside in. But he found himself fearing what he did not know, and how he might never know everything.

Of course, it was illogical to think that one could know every piece of knowledge in the universe. There was something new to discover every day. But with deceit in the doorway, Logan feared what would happen if it got in. If Deceit got a foot too far in the door.

A chill ran down Logan’s spine at the thought of Deceit so easily quieting him. Perhaps he already had a foot in.

Logan heard the light gust of wind that wasn’t really there and turned his head to see Patton with the hood of his cat onesie pulled over his head.

“Patton, hello,” Logan greeted. He had not expected guests in his room.

Patton had his eyes on the sky above them, the moonlight reflecting in his glasses. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he beamed back at Logan. “It must be quite the sight every night.”

“Three rhymes in one sentence, impressive,” Logan noted, turning his gaze up. “And yes, it is magnificent.”

Patton sat down next to Logan, crossing his legs and tapping his fingers on his knees.

They sat in silence together for a few moments before Logan finally turned back to him. “Is there something you need, Patton?” he asked. After a beat, he followed with, “Not that I’m opposed to having you here. You can stay as long as you like. I just… did not expect you.”

“Well, you seemed a little off before, kiddo,” Patton started. “And then when you came in here, it was like I could hear you thinking from all the way in my room! So, I decided to come here and see if you were doing alright.” He smiled at him.

Kiddo, Patton’s word typically reserved for Thomas in a time of a crisis. Usually an emotional one. Logan, however, was fine. “I thank you for your concern, Patton, but I’m just thinking.” He thought he was fine.

Patton stayed silent for a moment. “Logan, you don’t have to hide things from us. Not anymore, but you never had to.”

“I’m not hiding-” Logan then faltered and huffed out a breath, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He knew what happened when they lied, who happened. And of course Patton would see right through him. “I have found myself thinking… thinking more than I usually do, that is.” Patton nodded on, encouraging Logan to continue. “I -it’s quite ridiculous, actually- I have been thinking of knowledge, and of course how it helps us, but… Deceit has caused me to consider other ways knowledge could be used, and how it could be manipulated.”

Patton nodded, looking back up and taking in what Logan said. Logan realized that he shouldn’t even be throwing all of this at Patton in the first place; he was the one Deceit decided to use as his disguise. Logan should be the one checking to see if Patton was alright, not the other way around. If Logan cannot be of a sound mind and be there for-

“It makes sense to be scared, Logan,” Patton said. Logan never voiced his fear, and yet Patton understood. “Deceit took all of us by surprise. It’s what he does best. He tried to… make all of you see and think what wasn’t actually there. Anyone would be scared of that.”

“Yes, but I am the logic here. I am the analytical one, the one who is supposed to disregard subjectivity when focusing on a situation and turn to objectivity. If I wish to remain so, I need to not be… scared,” Logan said.

“Falsehood,” Patton said, unable to hold back the giggle in being able to use Logan’s iconic phrase. “Everything you feel is valid, and does not take away what makes you, you. And besides, you should never hold back your feelings, Logan!”

“I’m not one for feelings, Patton, you know this,” Logan sighed.

“Logan, it’s unhealthy to keep everything inside, especially your feelings that… aren’t so happy,” Patton explained. “I would know, kiddo.”

Logan then shut his eyes, mentally kicking himself for being so insensitive. He rubbed his brow, huffing. “I apologize, Patton. I wasn’t thinking when I said-”

“I’m not looking for an apology,” Patton said and bumped their shoulders together. “I’m just saying all of that so that you can learn from my own mistakes. None of us should be hurting! You don’t have to instantly be okay with not being okay, but it’s a progress that we all can help each other with, help you with!”

Logan smiled at his friend before looking upwards again. “Very astute, Patton, I’m impressed.”

“Well, your room does that,” Patton said.

The familiar brush of wind was heard again. Speaking of the others, Logan thought as he turned to see Roman.

“Hey Roman,” Patton beamed.

“Welcome,” Logan said as Roman looked around.

“I think your room actually got more nerdy,” Roman said, turning back to them. “And for someone so organized, I would think that your books would be neater.”

“I would think the same,” Logan agreed as Roman sat down with them. “However, I find that you can not enthusiastically sift through books and keep them neat at the same time.” He let out a soft laugh, brushing fallen hair out of his eyes. “How did you know to come here?”

“Well, you came here initially, obviously,” Roman began. “And then Patton was like ‘I need to go see if Logan is okay’ which myself and Virgil were like ‘okay?’ but then Virgil started to think that maybe something was up. I first thought that was because, well, y’know, it’s Virgil. But then I thought that maybe he had a point? You seemed less you than usual-” Roman flicked his hand in exchange for a better word, yet Logan understood what he was saying “so we discussed, and yes it was civil so there is no need to worry! And then we decided to come here..”

As if on cue, the fourth member rose up, looking utterly disheveled. Bangs hanging over his eyes, Virgil pressed his fingers to his temples. “I still don’t understand how you all do that every single time,” he muttered.

“You become used to it,” Logan said at the same time Patton called out, “Walk it off, Virg!”

When Virgil finally regained his senses, he approached them. “So, good to see that we’re all still being buddy-buddy without the need for an overwhelming emotional crisis,” Virgil said, sitting down with all of them.

“We are buddies!” Patton exclaimed.

Virgil then looked up at the stars. “And we’re all meeting under a vast abyss.”

“I think it’s beautiful,” Patton said.

Logan looked up. “I think it can be both,” he decided upon.

Virgil then turned to him. “Speaking of,” he said. Logan could hear the hesitation in his voice. “You… okay?”

Logan thought for a minute. To say that he was fine would not be the complete truth, and he did not want to feed into that any longer. But he didn’t think he was stuck in an overwhelming crisis that needed immediate attention. He was just… in a rut. It was like Patton said: it was a problem that they can all help each other with.

“I found myself doubtful of certain things that I devote myself to,” Logan finally said. “Patton came, and we spoke about that, along with some… recent events.”

Logan didn’t need to specify what he meant by that. Everyone already knew.

“I do not like that guy,” Roman huffed.

“I really do not like that guy,” Virgil agreed.

“He used me to try to trick all of you, plus he was in my spot the entire time,” Patton said. “He didn’t make a good impression when we met him, and he definitely didn’t make one for Thomas.”

“I must admit, though,” Roman said. “Despite the circumstances, acting alongside Thomas was quite fun!”

“You made a very good Joan,” Logan said. “A very good Joan playing various people who were not Joan.”

Roman grinned. “Thank you, Logan, I do try my best.”

“I’m just so sad that I missed it!” Patton frowned. “You know I love seeing your acting, Roman!”

“I give it a two out of five stars,” Virgil said and held up a hand before Roman could object. “Princey actually did fairly well -yeah, that’s right, no fighting here, Roman- some of the jokes could have been better, though. Thomas’ stories fell flat though, like the Mother’s Day one! What even was that?”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh and Patton said, “I still would have liked to see it.”

“Well, unfortunately for you, Pat, it was a one night only show,” Virgil said.

“One night joan-ly,” Roman quietly corrected.

They all then looked up. The night sky was clear, the stars perfectly visible in all their glory.

Roman then sighed, breaking the silence that settled. “I don’t mean to… bring the mood down, but now that he’s been mentioned… I don’t think our meetings with Deceit are finished.”

“We have to all work together,” Logan said. “Unlike other problems, I, too, do not think that this one- that he will be one to disappear after that quick appearance. Now that Thomas is aware of him, we have to remain wary and band together. We do not know when he, or the others, will make their appearance again.”

Roman nodded. “Uh, Virgil?” he said, facing their friend. Virgil raised an eyebrow in response. “You know, well at least I think you do but, you know Deceit, along with the others, better than us, yes?”

Virgil sighed before blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “Unfortunately, I know them more than you guys do,” he said. “If Deceit showing up is any inclination, and it probably is, the others aren’t too far behind.”

Logan worried his bottom lip. The four of them had finally started to really smooth out any tension between them. With the appearances of these “dark sides”, as Roman dubbed them, everything they worked for will just be undone.

“Well, what can we do?” Patton asked.

Virgil stayed silent for a moment, looking up at the cosmos above him. “Remember this moment, because this might just be the most not-me thing to say,” he said. “But I think we just have to wait for them and… not really do anything unless called for. Now that Thomas is aware of Deceit, it’s easier to deflect him. Now that Thomas knows about this… dishonest side of him, we can fight against him and not fuel his power. However, with us all knowing about him and being able to freely talk of him, he’s stronger. Talking about him, being more aware of when we do or don’t tell the truth, it can just bring him around stronger. And when he’s here… when he’s with people that he can… manipulate and twist around, that’s when things turn bad. I would know.” Virgil huffed. “He doesn’t care who he hurts. He knows that we know that he lies all the time. He knows that he can look ridiculous when he’s lying and no one believes him. All he needs though is one person who does believe them, and that’s how he gets under their skin. What you don’t know can hurt you, and he uses that.”

“You would know,” Patton echoed, and they all could hear the unasked question in it.

Virgil shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint, I know we’ve all got trust established here, but I don’t think that’s something I’m ready to talk about, yet.”

“Oh, of course this is all at your pace, Virgil,” Logan assured.

“Yes, we would never pressure you into saying anything,” Roman said.

“We all waited so long to learn your name! After that, any amount of waiting is durable,” Patton beamed. “Besides, we’re all here for you when you want to open up, if you want to. We all got each other’s backs.” His eyes flicked towards Logan, and Logan smiled back at his friend.

Virgil nodded. “I can’t believe I said all of that,” he said. He then glared at Logan, though Logan felt no true heat behind it. “It’s your damn room, Logan. Making us all analytical and logical and objective and every other damn word that you use.”

“Virgil, watch your language!” Patton said.

“Patton, that is my clean language,” Virgil said, huffing out a laugh. “This is me trying.”

“Oh,” Patton said. “Well, then we appreciate that!”

“You know, we should go to my room!” Roman exclaimed. “There, we can talk about our dreams and live them out and it will be great! Imagine how many ideas the four of us can get out!”

“A ten hour ted talk all about the Library of Alexandria,” Logan said, smiling. “That would be my dream.” He was only half-joking.

The other three were silent for a moment.

“That’s my nightmare,” Virgil muttered.

“I changed my mind. We shouldn’t go to my room. Also, I think it’s my time to leave. You know, got… songs to sing,” Roman said, waving his hand around to fill in for excuses.

“Or I saw cookies somewhere,” Patton said. “We can all just find those.”

“Deal,” Virgil said, standing. “Anywhere but here. I can’t stand being so… thinking all the time. I do enough thinking on my own.”

“Being so thinking?” Logan smirked, standing up with the others.

“I know what I said, Specs,” Virgil said, jutting a finger in his direction before turning to Patton. “So, Patton, hypothetically, where did you see them?”

All Patton had to do was get the word “kitchen” for Virgil to sink out.

“This is so exciting,” Roman grinned. “We’re all here and together and there is no external or internal conflict to bicker about!”

“It’s a miracle,” Logan smiled.

“Well, on that note, we’ll try not to eat them all on you two,” Roman said before sinking out.

Patton, the only one remaining, then turned to Logan. “So, you okay?”

Logan thought for a moment. “I will be,” he finally said.

Patton smiled and nodded. “You know we’re all here for you, Logan. You don’t always have to be the analytical, stolid one.”

Logan smiled back at his friend. “I know.”

Logan decided that perhaps it is better to deal with his internal conflicts with his friends, instead of working through them on his own. It was easier this way.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #stuff i write

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