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Virgil, bursting into the room: You two are having sex! Logan, not looking up from their book: Really? Remus, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.
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bennyyrabbit · 2 months
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Still have serial killer intrulogical brainrot but it's a different one this time.
Logan's a stalker who kills all of Remus' partners (they've only ACTUALLY met like once thanks to Roman) and eventually decides to stop staying on the sidelines and "accidentally" runs into Remus in a store
They end up in a relationship a few months later because Remus is like Oooh, you're Hot now, and Oooh, you're smart and cute and kinky and I like that and they end up together.
And then months after they get together Remus finds journal entries about all of Logan's kills (he's not killing anymore because he has his Remus).
And of course, at first, Remus is like, Oh My God, He's Fucking Crazy.
And then he's like OH MY GOD HE'S CRAZY I LOVE HIM.
And eventually he makes a reference to the kill that only Logan would know and Logan finds out that Remus knows.
He panics.
Logan is all like, Remus, Don't Be Afraid Of Me, You Know I Would Never Hurt You, I Never Wanted You To Find Out.
But Remus is all You Killed For Me!!! Yay!!!
And Logan is VERY relieved that Remus is okay with it, and very glad he doesn't have to go into plan b
(Forcing Remus into their basement and locking him up and forcing him to play nice and behave or he doesn't get fed or watered because Logan refuses to lose Remus after he's finally had him [eventually Remus would be let into the rest of the house and even allowed to go back to normal life as long as he didn't try to leave Logan {if he left, Logan would hunt him down and kill him}])
Logan also doesn't tell Remus about his plan b, because he's already walking a thin line of, Remus Knows I Am A Murderer, And Can Now Sell Me Out To Police.
But Remus would never because he's like I Have A Serial Killer Boyfriend!!! Who Killed For Me!!! :)))))!!!
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loganslowdown4 · 9 months
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All Sides: *all speaking over each other at once*
Logan: Everyone, one speaker at a time please...
All Sides: *continue bickering*
Logan: GUYS! SHUT UP!
All Sides: *continue shouting*
Logan: ... well, since no one is listening, no one will hear about that sex dream I had about Remus…
All Sides:
Logan: Oh so NOW you guys have stopped talking? I hate you all.
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pencilpat · 2 months
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Local evil idiots try to seduce hot nerd into a polycule (with immense success)
Yeah these are the product of extreme levels of unchecked sketching but it was lots of fun lol
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edupunkn00b · 20 days
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Meus ex Machina, Chapter 8: Reaching
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Prev - Reaching - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]
Rated: T - WC: 2472 - CW: non-graphic discussion of self harm
Some people can't help but reach out, no matter how many times they're burned. And maybe that's a good thing, in the past and now.
“And this is the kitchen, kiddo!” Patton grinned, arms open wide to show off the shiny new refrigerator and sinks he and Lucas had installed in the old house.
“I’m not your kid,” the boy muttered, hands shoved deep into patched and faded hoodie pockets. "And you're not my dad."
“Oh, well, yeah, I… I know that. I… I’m sorry. You're right.” The boy never spoke of his parents but, unlike Patton and Lucas, he'd actually known them before they abandoned him at the hospital. He almost squeezed the boy’s shoulder but pulled back at the look he—Virgil, Janus had called him—gave him.
Following Virgil’s lead, Patton tucked his own hands in his pockets and smiled just a little brighter. Man, Janus and Lucas were better with this kid than he was. He'd cast his eyes about the kitchen, looking for a distraction, when his eyes landed on the big mixer Janus had bought last week.
“You know," he said, sauntering over the kitchen and pulling out a box of Eggz and tin of margarine. "Even grown-ups get hungry.” He tried to hide it, but Patton couldn’t miss how Virgil’s were trained on the food. “How about we whip up a batch of my super-secret chocolate chip cookies?”
Virgil licked his lips, eyes narrowed. ""Chocko Chip' cookies," he said, pulling out his hands long enough to make air quotes. "Or chocolate chip?"
Patton grinned and pulled a heavy block wrapped in plasticene paper from the back of an upper cabinet. "Chocolate."
Soft footsteps announced Patton’s and V’s return from The Muse's room. V tapped an order into the cabinet and Patton spoke quietly with Silvertongue in the corner as they worked together to put away a tote of medical supplies.
Logan watched them from his med bed, eyes widening when he recognized a suture tray and a drained IV kit. V caught his gaze and gave him a little shrug. “I’mma go see how I can help Princey.” He shrugged, glancing at Patton with an odd expression. “Up on the roof. Glad to see you’re feeling a little better, Mac.”
“Let me know if you need anything, Kiddo, okay?” Patton called after him and V gave the three of them a little two-fingered salute before disappearing down the hall.
“How was he?” Logan blurted out once V had left. He gnawed at his lower lip, the barely controlled hurt on Patton’s face almost more than he could stand. The two Powereds exchanged a long look, then Janus inclined his head and followed the way V had gone.
Patton moved to Logan's side and patted his hand. The touch was warm, really warm, like holding a too-hot cup of coffee in an antique ceramic mug while waiting for it to cool. “The Muse needed stitches,” he admitted, jerking his chin toward the sharps disposal and the medical tote. “But you probably figured that.”
“Do his…” Logan’s hand twitched beneath his and Patton removed it, too quickly to stop him. “Do his powers cause him physical harm?” he continued, pushing away the ghostly echo of Patton’s warmth radiating through his skin.
“Well… Not… directly.” Patton pulled up the stool Silvertongue had used and folded his hands on his lap. His fingers were long but broad and strong-looking, with little nicks and calluses. He had a half-dozen tiny horizontal scars in various stages of healing over the backs of each hand. With a pang, Logan remembered tracing the fading scars on the backs of his own mother’s hands from her job at Entenmann's before they’d converted. 
Suddenly, Patton nodded and reached for Logan’s hand again, lightly brushing his fingers. He didn’t prod Logan’s scars, but he didn’t avoid them, either. He simply treated them like any other part of his skin.
Logan inched his hand closer.
“Did Silvertongue explain his powers to you?” Logan nodded and Patton took a deep breath before continuing. “The Muse sometimes… well, often behaves erratically when the rest of the world gets into his head. It’s—”
“Overwhelming,” Logan interrupted without really meaning to.
Patton gently squeezed his hand and didn’t let go. “Yes,” he nodded. “His room is protected, no sharps, no chemicals. He…” Patton tilted his head, gaze focused on Logan’s eyes. Assessing.
“Is he suicidal?” Icy slurry pooled in his stomach.
“Not directly,” he said again and the ice spread through Logan’s veins. “He… injures himself. I don’t believe he intends to hurt himself. His… his perceptions are…” Patton shook his head. “It can be difficult to follow all his thoughts when he’s activated. He’s told me he needs to reach the sensations he picks up. But it’s all in his mind. There’s nothing to reach.”
Logan stared down at his thighs and the stumps where his legs abruptly ended. The painkillers Silvertongue had administered dulled the ever-present ache of his phantom limb pain. But even ketorolac couldn’t free him completely of the pain of injuries in limbs he no longer had. ‘Nothing to reach,’ indeed.
He frowned. But stitches? IVs? Surely that part wasn’t from his own mind. “But how?” he finally asked. “How did he cut himself? The lower levels… What’s beneath it all? Cement?”
“Stone and wood. There were carpet tacks.” Patton stroked Logan’s hand but looked away. “We thought we’d gotten them all and replaced them with adhesive. They were… old. Zinc and non-magnetic aluminum alloy that won’t interfere with the EMF shield.” He met Logan’s eyes and continued at his little nod of understanding. “That meant we couldn’t use the sensors to double check we’d gotten them all.”
“So… nothing magnetic or… electrical can go in The Muse's room?” Logan’s eyes fell on his battery-powered wheelchair tucked in the corner. “And he can’t come out?”
“No.” Patton’s whisper still managed to sound sympathetic.
“I see.” Logan’s fingers curled a little tighter around Patton’s hand, his thumb tracing swirling shapes against the back. It didn’t seem to bother him, though, so Logan didn’t stop. “The… the next time you see The Muse…” Logan finally braved a glance up at Patton’s eyes. He smiled back at him, listening.
“The next time you see him, will you tell him how sorry I am?” Tears burned his eyes, the memory of The Muse’s pain sizzling through his brain. “I—” His voice cracked and he looked away.
“Oh, Kiddo…” Patton squeezed his hand back, voice soft. “The Muse knows it was an accident. He was in your mind,” he reminded him. “He feels bad for the pain he caused you.”
“He doesn’t need to.” Logan looked up, eyes wide. “It’s not his fault. I wish…” He looked down at the broken bits of a body he'd been left with. The only way he could see The Muse and speak to him in person would be in the arms of one of the team. Even if one of them were willing to carry him, his stomach churned at just the  thought of helplessly clinging to one of the Powereds, even one as kind as Patton.
He closed his eyes, head falling back against the pillow.
So worthless you can't even apologize to him. Can't even thank him for helping Silvertongue find you before the police did.
“I should let you rest,” Patton murmured. “Even with Ja—Silvertongue’s healing assistance, you’ve been through a lot and need to take it easy. Would you like me to lower the bed?”
His eyes snapped open. The med bay was like a fishbowl, surrounded on one side with the main common room, the other by the short hall to the cold steel kitchen. If he slept here, he’d be on display for the entire team. Good for people who needed close observation. Not good for him. He shook his head. “Would you bring my chair?”
“Of course.” Patton rushed to fetch it then stood next to it. “Can I—” He reached for him then let his hand lower. “How can I help you?”
Even with the med bed lowered, it was a bit of a drop down to his chair. But if he was lucky, he could make it on his own. “Perhaps… would you be willing to hold the chair steady for me?”
Nodding, Patton put one foot behind the wheel and locked his grip around the handles. Logan shimmied himself closer, scrabbling for a hold when he listed dangerously close to the opposite side of the bed. After a bit of work, he wiggled toward the edge, parallel to the seat, then pushed himself off the bed.
He landed with a quiet oof in the seat, grunting when his hip grazed an armrest.
“Are you alright?” Patton asked, hands fluttering closer before pulling them away.
Logan smiled, tight and not quite able to speak in a normal tone as pain radiated over his hip and down his phantom leg. He reached over his shoulder to pat the Powered’s hand and nodded.  “I’m good,” he managed and turned on the chair motors. “Thank you. For your help.”
“Absolutely anytime, Machina.” Patton gave him another smile. “Anything you need, please don’t ever be afraid to ask.” He watched quietly while Logan turned his chair and moved to the hallway. “I’ll call you for dinner in about an hour?”
“Actually,” he started, then turned around to face him again. Patton’s brow pinched with worry but he waited and listened. “Would you call me when it’s time to…” He shrugged and looked toward the common room. “Perhaps I can help set the table?” Logan tried to smile and moved his chair back and forth a few inches at top speed. “Use my unfair advantage?”
Patton chuckled and nodded. “You got it, Machina. I’ll call for you. Get some rest in the meantime.”
“I will. Thank you.” Logan’s smile strengthened, then he turned with a little nod and rolled down the hall. When Logan returned to his room, though, he didn’t lie down. Instead, he closed the door and wheeled himself to the window. 
The Prince’s Illusion only worked one way and though from the outside, Logan sat on the other side of a boarded up bay window, he could see perfectly through to the violets and daisies growing outside. The sill was nearly the same height as the seat of his chair and it had only taken him a few days’ practice to work out the best way to wiggle out of his wheelchair and onto the soft cushions.
He hadn’t yet worked out which of them had set this up. While the window frame was old, likely renovated from the original structure, the pillows were stitched from the same durable ecosynth cloth as the Mad Lads’ suits. Throughout the house, there were other window seats and benches, but none at this height. They'd built this for him.
Leaning back against the pillows in the deep window seat, Logan closed his eyes. If the prisoner in the basement wasn’t quite a prisoner, what did that mean for the rest of the team’s behavior? Was all of this, the accommodations, the care… Was it all… real?
And how would he ever make amends for not once, but twice, harming one of their own?
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Despite Logan's best efforts to stay awake, it felt like only seconds later when Patton’s soft voice spilled from the comms speaker in his room. He jerked upright, hand reaching automatically for the spot next to his thigh for his chair’s control box. His fingers closed on air.
A half-second of panic later, Logan remembered where he was and took a deep breath. “I’ll be right there,” he called back. Moving carefully, he slid back into his chair and hurried out to the kitchen.
His stomach grumbled before he’d even gotten past the med bay, the aromas of fresh tomatoes and beans from the team’s backyard garden blending with cumin and cayenne. Patton smiled at him, stirring a bubbling pot, and gestured to a stack of bowls, napkins, and utensils on a low counter.
“If you meant it, it would be a big help if you set the table. Ultraviolet and The Prince are up on the roof and Silvertongue’s on a call.” 
“Of course I meant it.” Two at a time, Logan transferred the stack of bowls to his lap, then added the napkins. Taken together, he was able to lean and use his stub of a left arm to hold them steady while he steered his chair to the table.
He steadfastly ignored the way Patton pretended not to monitor his progress. He did appreciate, though, how he’d been spared the indignity of having to wait as he took down the dishes for him and placed them in his lap as though he were a child.
Setting the table went slowly and by the time he’d finished and returned to the kitchen for cups, Patton had already transferred the chili to a serving bowl and was filling a pitcher with ice and the sweet electrolyte drink the team favored. Though reluctant to admit it, Logan had begun to enjoy it with their meals, as well.
What Patton hadn’t done, though, was pull down the drinkware from their high cabinet. After scanning the counters one last time in case he’d somehow missed them, Logan swallowed his dwindling pride and looked up at Patton. “Would you mind getting the cups down for me?”
“Oh, right!” He sealed the lid on the pitcher but didn’t move from his work. “We transferred them to the cabinet by the fridge.” Patton pointed to the low cabinets in easy reach from his chair. “Silvertongue mentioned your bloodwork showed signs of chronic dehydration. Figure it’s easier for you to drink more if you can reach them yourself.”
Logan opened the first cabinet. Recessed lights glowed, revealing stacks of cups and bowls and plates. The front of the shelf ended in an inch-tall lip and, experimentally, Logan tugged it. It rolled toward, putting the dishes in easy reach. He looked up at Patton, eyes wide.
Patton shrugged. “I’m still working on the rest of the kitchen, but we’ve got all the basics there.”
“This is…” Logan bent in his chair to look under the cabinet and slid the shelf back and forth. The rollers were pneumatically assisted, allowing him to use just a single finger to move it. “This is very thoughtful, Patton. Thank you.”
“We’ll need Ultraviolet to make more parts,” he said, picking up a dish of cornbread and the pitcher. Logan quickly followed and stacked the cups between his leg and the side of his chair. “There’s a lot more to do,” Patton admitted. “Maybe after dinner you could help figure out what’s the next best mod to tackle?”
“I—I’d like that,” Logan nodded and followed him out of the room, casting one last glance at the steel kitchen. The whole room felt just a little warmer. “I’d like that a lot.”
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lost-in-thought-20 · 1 year
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Shit Happens, But At Least I Met You
Happy birthday @naminethewitch! I wanted to make you a lil’ something for your birthday today <3 It’s been so wonderful getting to know you this past year, and I’m really grateful to have you as a friend. I hope you have a lovely day, and I hope you like this little meet-cute fic idea I had for your favorite boys!
Taglist: @theimprobabledreamersworld @nadiestar @lily-janus @diamondwind99 @ivaryn0 @threecrowsinatrenchcoat @kittytheroseofkirea @thecrowslullaby 
Summary: Just when Logan thought his morning was ruined after an unfortunate accident, a run-in with an eccentric strangers puts things into perspective.
Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse/neglect (nothing explicit), swearing, mention of past bullying.
Word count: 4,985
[Read on AO3]
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For once, Logan was proven right to put his faith into something other than himself.
It had initially been an oversight on his part to give Janus the authority to choose the location of their meeting. He had sent Logan the name of some obscure coffee shop on the other side of town, arguably further away from the radius in which Logan had suggested they should meet. Somewhere in the middle of both their addresses, that would only be fair.
But no. His classmate abused his power and had forced Logan to travel fifteen minutes by bus to get their spot of assembly.
If there was any vehicle of transportation Logan despised, it was the bus. Now that his bike was temporarily out of commission, he had no other choice but to commute to class through public transport.
The filthy seats, the smell of sweat, the fellow travelers who always infringed a bit too much on Logan’s personal space - and lest he not forget, the hurried and frazzled pace of the bus driver. Too many stimuli to consider the trip as anything but the figurative start of a headache.
So Logan had, in an act of annoyance, trusted the unreliability of the Maps application on his phone. Which stipulated a route on foot passing straight through Toolberry Park. The distance would even be shorter than it would have been by bus.
So it was an easy decision to make.
Logan had left home about 45 minutes earlier, so he wouldn’t be in a hurry. He could always have his third cup of coffee this morning at the shop, while waiting for Janus. Who he’d assume would show up at least ten minutes late anyway.
Saturday mornings were often busy this time of day, considering the weekly market. Logan had tended to avoid the business of the city center in such days, but luckily he was able to circumvent the market square with his stipulated route.
He hadn’t taken a proper walk like this since his new semester of college started, and… it was nice. The sun was shining dimly through a pack of gray clouds, a gentle breeze cooled Logan’s cheeks, and to Logan’s own surprise he didn’t feel the need to wear his noise-canceling headphones.
It was nice to just walk, and live in the moment.
…Good lord, if the mere act of walking outside had him in such a poetic mood, maybe he had indeed been holed up in his room or the library a little too excessively these past few weeks - like Virgil had been claiming.
Logan continued his route peacefully, reaching Toolberry Park about ten minutes into his walk. Since it was the weekend, he could discern a few parents and their children strolling along and heading to the park’s playground. Without meaning to, Logan found himself following them, heading to an arguably greener part of the park hidden behind big oak trees and a river nearby. 
Logan couldn’t believe Virgil’s sarcastic advice last month to “go outside and touch grass” might actually prove to be a reliable method to clear his head.
It did do him good, though. The smell was considerably more pleasant, the temperature was just perfectly average, and -
Children. He jinxed it.
Infant children in strollers, noisy children down the slide and climbing the equipment, pubescent children hanging out near the benches to laugh and gossip and smoke cigarettes.
The kind of abundant brand of Noise that made Logan regret approaching a public place with fellow humans.
He stopped at the edge of the river bank to his left, the circular playground area coming up to his right. A handful of children had generated more noise than Logan had heard through his entire walk so far. He sighed tiredly, and pulled his phone out of his jacket’s pocket. Checking his route, passing by the playground would be the fastest way to get back on track. 
Logan let out a huff, bracing himself. He grabbed his noise-canceling headphones out of his bag and put the device around his neck, before closing his bag again. He didn’t bother connecting it to his music - he would just pass by here and continue his peaceful stroll.
As he was about to put on his headphones, a loud shriek from one of the children made him flinch. Startled, he closed his eyes and recovered from the way his heart just skipped a beat.
They were just children. Children screamed for no reason. He was the bigger person; they couldn’t hurt him.
Taking a deep breath, Logan slowly moved to put on his headphones again to continue his walk -
“Sir, wait!”
Another shriek.
Logan stifled but didn’t stop walking - he just ignored them. He put on his headphones and -
He stepped on something. Something small and round and hard. Something he didn’t see coming.
Before he realized what was happening, Logan’s foot slid away from under the unsturdy surface of the round object, and he lost his balance. As time slowed down, he fell forward and instinctively reached out his hands in front of him.
If only he had been the type to actually work out regularly. Well, he was. But he had priorities, which meant… he wasn’t the type, right now.
Now, he was the type to clunkily fall to his knees, misplace the palm of his hand in something slippery, then proceed to fall on his side. 
His headphones fell off his head, and the shock more so than the physical impact had Logan’s heart racing and his eyes prickling with tears.
To make matters worse, his right knee had landed straight on a pebble, which had dug into his flesh through the fabric of his jeans. His side landed partly in the grass connected to the playground, where he felt small shoes of a child slipping out from underneath his weight.
He had been too optimistic. If only he had made the harder decision this morning.
Then… his hand wouldn’t be covered in shit.
Logan saw it as he tried to sit himself up, seeing that the palm he’d slipped on had been dyed in a brown, sticky substance that smelled worse than anything he’d ever smelled on a bus.
The universe had just been giving him false hope, hadn’t she? Perhaps Logan would be better off never going on a walk again.
“...Hey! What’d I tell you?!”
A decidedly non-child’s voice pierced through Logan’s thoughts. Since the shrieks from children were still lingering in his eardrums, he didn’t even have the energy to shield himself from the next load of Noise thrown at him.
“I told you to be careful, for f-... Come here,” the non-child said, as Logan scrambled to sit up on his knees again. He sat on folded legs, hazily glancing around at his headphones and pushing his thankfully undamaged glasses further onto the bridge of his nose. He turned away from the non-child to reach for his headphones, biting his lip in order not to make a fool of himself in public.
He just tripped. He just hurt his knee. He just got dog shit all over his hand. He just had to hurry over now to a project meeting with his snarky classmate.
No. Big. Deal.
“Shit, man, I’m so sorry,” the flustered, almost sore voice said. 
Logan managed a disdainful scoff, looking at his hand. “Yes, it’s shit.” He hissed without meeting the person’s eyes, clumsily trying to put his headphones on with one hand. He shook the other wildly to get the poo off.
“Lemme help, I got some tissues-”
Before he knew it, Logan’s hands were caught in between two tissues. The sudden physical contact, as well as the rather rough grip, had Logan flinching all over again.
The stranger tried to wipe off the remains of poo very inefficiently, almost making matters worse. But judging from his neon green-dyed mid-long hair, his untrimmed mustache and eyebrow piercing, Logan wouldn’t reckon them to be the gentle kind anyway.
“Don’t touch me.”
Logan’s voice came out shakier than he meant to, as he pulled back his hand. Feeling the eyes of fellow strangers and even children directed at him, having witnessed his embarrassing fall, was already bad enough.
No touching.
“...Right, my bad.”
The immature-looking non-child sighed, not even seeming to mind the amount of poo he had gotten on his own hands now. He simply held out a packet of tissues with his cleaner hand.
“Here,” he gestured to Logan, his green eyes looking guilty like a child being caught stealing candy. Logan took notice of the large sleeve tattoo the man had on his left arm, so eccentric and colorful it became indecipherable.
Logan tried his best to weaponize everything he could assume about this man and used it against him, while snatching the packet of tissues from his hand. He started cleaning his shitty hand himself, hiding his face as he sniffled - disguising it as a runny nose.
…If only he could run. If only he could escape humans for a while.
If only he could feel ashamed in peace and -
“The fuck were you doing, Ro?!”
It wasn’t granted to him. As Logan cleaned himself, the young man - seemingly around Logan’s age, though it was hard to tell in his… roughly patched attire - had gotten up and grabbed a boy at his wrist.
“I was trying to warn him!” the kid - who was most likely ‘Ro’ - snarled back, his eyes the same vibrant greens as his non-child companion. “I didn’t know my marble would - ”
“I told you to be careful and stay close!”
“You were on your phone the whole time! You didn’t even look at me!”
“Well I’m fucking looking at you now!” 
The shouting match between the two did little to settle Logan’s nerves, as he was this close to actually breaking down in sobs. He started humming to himself to the beat of the latest song he had stuck in his head. Meanwhile, some parents seemed to have approached the shouting strangers, having grown doubtful about whether the man was harassing the kid.
Logan didn’t catch much of what eventually made the rest of the onlookers disperse, but the bickering between the two boys continued.
Using the opportunity as the attention was thrown off him, Logan took a moment to do a breathing exercise - breathing in and out in blocks of four. He tapped on the beat of the song in his head, ‘Medicine’ by STRFKR, to help him count. The rhythmic sensation of his fingertips on his thigh was soothing.
He lost track of time, how long he was sitting there. How long it took for him to feel like he wouldn’t cry. 
…Logan exhaled a final time when he heard crying coming from somewhere else.
“...hey, hey now,” the stranger’s sore voice echoed. “Sorry… ‘kay? I’ve just been stressed today, and… Go play with your marbles. I’ll see if he’s okay, and you can apologize later. Capiche?”
Ro seemed to sniffle, “...stressed? W-Why?”
“It’s… grown-up stuff,” the stranger huffed back, and Logan saw the man fondly pat the boy’s head. It dawned on him that the shape of their nose was similar, too. “C’mon, go do a rematch. Show those kids their marbles got nothing on yours.” 
Ro wiped his tears a little and nodded, before giving Logan a quick, shy glance. Logan didn’t yet have the resolve nor energy to say anything, so the kid disappeared back towards the playground in a matter of seconds.
“You okay, man?”
Logan inhaled through his nose deeply, grabbing some final tissues to wipe the last few remains of dog dung. He’d thrown all the ones he’d used on a pile, and he’d used a lot, but his hand still felt disgusting.
“There’s one of those toilet stalls over there,” the stranger gestured backwards with his head towards a small sanitation cubicle. “It’s pretty crappy, but at least there’s a sink. I could - ”
At the utterance of yet another pun, Logan felt fed up putting up with this man - this company, even. He sighed curtly and stood up, “I would appreciate it if you could leave me alone.”
He met eyes with the man again, whose guilty eyes somehow mismatched the rest of his physical appearance. Logan almost thought he saw the man blushing, as if he was amusing himself with the sight of Logan embarrassing himself like this.
It reminded him of his youth. A chill ran down his spine.
This was no big deal. He was the better person.
“It’s just - ”
The man was persistent in not knowing when to back off. He quickly reached down to grab the pile of used tissues, and tossed them quickly in the bin nearby by clumsily stretching his arm as far as he could. Logan would have run in that timeframe, but…
Somehow, he couldn’t.
“ - my little bro’s got my carelessness, and my temper,” the stranger chuckled sheepishly. “And you know, I’ve been trying to knock it out of him, but he’s a persistent little brat sometimes. Not that that’s an excuse, but you know. I- I’m sorry, man. On his behalf, and, if you need some more tissues I got another pack! But this doesn’t have to be, you know, this whole big thing, right?”
Logan was initially stunned by how the stranger continued to ramble to him, when Logan had stipulated he wanted to be left alone. He couldn’t fathom the reasons behind it, half-expecting him to show his goodwill towards Logan as a means to embarrass him further - like Logan was used to being treated by people like him.
But this man seemed almost… scared. Not that that made sense, and Logan could easily write that interpretation off to his inability to read emotional cues properly.
“I told you, I simply want you to leave me alone,” Logan insisted in a hushed voice, not wanting to draw more attention. “So, no, this does not have to turn into a ‘big thing’. If you just… leave me be.”
The green-haired man visibly relaxed at that, his shoulders slumping as he huffed out a sigh. “...Dope, awesome. Just- he owes you an apology, too.” The stranger looked behind him, “Roman! Get over here!”
The little boy, who’d resumed playing with his dangerous marbles with some other kids, craned his neck up and jogged on over. The red sweater he was wearing now appeared as a garment too small for him, his sleeves not even reaching his wrists and the sweater’s body tight around his waist.
“This man is gonna let it slide for now,” the older brother told his younger brother, crossing his arms. Logan noticed a shift in the man’s posture, more mature and serious, as he looked down at his younger sibling. “...What do you have to say to him?”
Roman tugged on his short sleeves and pouted a bit, glancing at Logan for a second before looking down. “...I’m sorry, sir. For making you trip. I should have been more careful.”
The way this kid apologized so earnestly almost had Logan feeling more embarrassed about making a fuss of this in the first place.
“...As I told your brother, it’s fine,” he huffed, even though it wasn’t really fine. His hand didn’t feel fine, and his heart wasn’t racing at a fine pace, either. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Logan made sure his bag was secured around his back, his headphones draped around his neck, and his eyes averted from this embarrassing scenario. He passed the two brothers without another glance, even though he did pick up on what they whispered.
“...not gonna get in trouble this time?”
“No, it’s fine. Just gotta make one more call, ‘kay..?”
Logan wouldn’t claim part of him wasn’t curious, but it didn’t matter. He had a meeting to get to, and shit to wipe off. He went to the designated sanitation cubicle, which was indeed fairly shabby as the young man had said. But there was a sink, even an old soap dispenser, so Logan got to cleaning his hands more thoroughly. To his annoyance, some brown spots had gotten on his jacket, and while taking deep calming breaths Logan proceeded to clean those off as well. As he got to work, he checked his phone to see a message from Janus saying that he’d be ‘late’.
No indication of how late, which annoyed Logan to a fault. But it seemed like he was partly desensitized to it now after that fall. 
He thus took his time to get clean, to the point where he felt acceptable to present himself in public again. He immediately put on his headphones, connecting it to his Spotify playlist. With some newfound yet slightly unstable resolve to continue his walk, he left the small restroom to traverse through the playground again.
He caught a strikingly recognizable flash of bright green in the corner of his eye, and was unwillingly inclined to look at it.
It was the non-child, the green-haired stranger, the older brother. He was sitting on a bench, Roman next to him counting the marbles in his hands, as his brother seemed to be frustratingly calling someone on the phone. Roman occasionally looked at him, frowned in apparent concern, before distracting himself with his trophy marbles. 
Logan should have just kept walking. He didn’t know if he stood still in a recurring fear that the young man would take revenge, like the kids at school would have done. Or perhaps part of Logan was curious, after all.
Regardless, he idled long enough for Roman to meet his eyes. The kid’s eyes widened, and after turning his head to his brother, he quickly jumped off the bench and ran over to Logan.
Logan should have just kept walking.
But… he didn’t. The kid reached him, and gestured for him to take off his headphones for a moment.
And for some reason, Logan obliged.
“...Sir, what does ‘disown’ mean?”
The question had been so unexpected that Logan had no way of knowing how to respond. Roman seemed nervous about his lack of response, “Um, I know you got poop on your hands because of me… But Remus- my brother, he’s on the phone and he says ‘disown’ a lot and…”
Logan frowned in concern, even turned his headphones off. He saw the man- Remus, he saw Remus protest in his phone’s receiver before hanging up. He looked distressed.
 “...Does ‘disown’ mean trouble?”
“Uh,” Logan stammered. If there was disowning happening between the brothers or within their family, Logan really shouldn’t get himself involved. On the other hand if Roman was at risk of getting disowned… Should Logan contact child services? 
“I think it is best if you ask your brother directly,” Logan decided to tell the boy. But he just sighed.
“I ask, but he doesn’t explain,” Roman said and shook his head. “He never explains. And I think he’s getting in trouble, so do you know if ‘disown’ means trouble?”
Logan looked at Remus again. He leaned his head in one hand and stared at the ground. A nasty sick feeling settled into Logan’s stomach. He shouldn’t get his hands dirty involving himself in this, literally nor figuratively. But…
“Yes,” Logan replied, softening his expression and looking at Roman again. “It means trouble. Let… Let me help talk to your brother.”
No idea how he decided to involve himself further with the reason his peaceful day was ruined, Logan diverted from his route to the coffee shop and walked straight up to the bench.
“Your little brother just told me something disconcerting,” he told the older brother.
The previous look Remus had given him must not have been fear, because this look undeniably was. Logan met his eyes which widened upon contact, and Remus visibly gulped while the muscles in his neck tensed.
Logan crossed his arms, the sickness in his stomach telling him something seemed wrong here. “What is this about ‘disowning’?”
Remus gasped quietly and shot a glare at Roman, who’d walked up to Logan’s left. “Don’t look at him,” Logan said almost protectively, reminded of Remus’ harshness with Roman earlier. “Look at me. Explain this situation to me, before I start making assumptions.”
“Listen, man.” Remus chuckled nervously and held up his hands defenselessly. “You told me to leave you alone, and I did. There’s… not gonna be trouble, right? We’ll get off your back now, so - ”
“That was before I heard what Roman told me,” Logan cut through Remus’ defenses. “Now, explain, or I might be inclined to contact child services.” 
Roman audibly whimpered at the sound of that phrase, and Remus’ face paled. “D-Don’t do that. C’mon, man, we’re sorry, but this isn’t what you think - ”
“Explain, then. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Remus maintained eye contact, and judging from the unresolved fear in his eyes, he would soon realize the gravity of the situation. He shot another glance at Roman, “...Ro, go play for a bit. The grown-ups need to talk.”
“No.” Roman sounded resolute and crossed his arms too. “Explain. You never explain,” he said.
Remus groaned, “And there’s a reason for that. Just gimme a moment, Ro.”
“Why shouldn’t he be allowed to know?” Logan supported the little man, feeling strangely supported in having a child on his team. 
“Yeah, why shouldn’t I?” Roman repeated and almost mimicked Logan’s tone.
Remus glanced between the two, and after another sigh, he hung his head low. “...’cause I don’t wanna scare you, Ro,” he mumbled.
This seemed to make the boy falter in his stance. He let his arms drop and approached closer, “You won’t. I’m not scared. You know I’m not scared.”
Remus let out something between a chuckle and a soft sob, rubbing a hand over his face.
Strangely, Logan felt his chest loosen at the sight of the crumbling man whose brother made him trip in a pile of shit.
“Remus, explain.” Logan softened his voice too, and made sure he wasn’t overstimulating himself by getting involved in this. His curiosity got the better of him. He sat down at a reasonable distance from Remus on the bench, as Roman did the same on Remus’ other side - with considerably less distance.
“Explain, and you will not get in trouble,” Logan said, sounding more mature than the two brothers combined. Of course, Logan couldn’t promise Remus he wouldn’t get in trouble, depending on what the situation was. But the empty promise alone made a glimmer of hope return in those immature, green eyes. Remus pursed his lips and nodded, “...Okay, fine.”
He held his phone in one hand and wrapped an arm around Roman, tugging him closer. Logan tensed up instinctively, but Roman didn’t seem concerned. Still, Logan watched the two brothers closely.
“We… There’s been some family issues,” Remus began, avoiding eye contact and staring in front of him vaguely. “It’s a long fuckin’ story, but… what it came down to today, was this phone call I made. My… Our old man. He…”
Roman shuffled in his seat, inquisitively and yet fearfully glancing at his brother. Remus smiled at him a little and rubbed his arm, then turned to Logan.
“...He’s the one who disowned me. Us, I guess.”
Logan felt a pit in his stomach. He couldn’t do more than frown and simply listen. 
“He’s not been…. much of a father to Ro, in more ways than one,” Remus grumbled, his tone low and resentful. “I ran away, took Ro with me, few weeks ago. And now… the old man disowned me.” 
There was a silence amongst the three of them - ironically so, considering there were still cheering children and chattering parents on the playground.
Logan saw Roman frowning in confusion, which Remus caught as well and his smile faded. “What that means, Ro, is… he doesn’t think I’m his son anymore. Which would be fine, because I don’t need him and I got you. But… now, that also means he doesn’t give me money. Money that I need to feed you, make sure you get new clothes someday.”
Remus huffed as he fiddled with the fabric of Roman’s hood. Roman’s face paled too, and his lip trembled.
It was like Logan completely forgot his hand smelled of shit mere minutes ago. That seemed so insignificant, now.
“But… where do you reside, now?” Logan asked softly as he leaned in a bit closer. “How old are you, if I may ask? Are you able to afford an apartment? And… what about your father? Do you not have any other guardians who-”
“There’s no one else.” Remus said so in a tone that was empty, and otherwise impossible to interpret. He looked at Logan tiredly, shaking his head. “No one. My… we’re not going back to that man. I’m nineteen, Ro’s nine, so-”
“Nine and three quarters,” Roman mumbled, sniffling a little.
Remus smiled a bit and side-hugged him, “Right. Nine and three-quarters. We’re sleeping at a friend’s for now. But… he’s got his own shit. Like, figuratively,” he chuckled, and Logan managed to lightly grin back. “I’m trying to find a job… But I-”
He looked at Roman again, holding him close to him as he turned back to Logan, almost as if to shield his brother from what he would say.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” Remus whispered in something that more closely resembled a sob. “I’ve gotten in trouble before… T-This guy I spilled coffee on. Turned out he was a big shot at some lawyer firm. And… I thought I’d lose him,” his voice croaked silently.
As the pit in his stomach grew larger, Logan knew that realistically, there was very little he could do to help these brothers. He had no sufficient knowledge about the law, whether Remus would even be allowed custody of his younger brother. Honestly, he couldn’t even be sure if Remus was telling the whole truth.
Logan glanced at his watch: 10:46 AM. He wouldn’t make eleven o’clock at this rate, nor would Janus. And yet, he felt an inner conflict between his instinctive strive for punctuality, and the twisting feeling in his stomach that wouldn’t let him leave the bench.
It would be like leaving the brothers to their fate. Which, again, sounded poetically dramatic. 
“...Fuck, sorry.” Remus broke the silence, catching Logan stare at his watch. “I’m sure you got things to do - I dunno why I vented to you all of a sudden. You can just forget I said anything, whatever. We’re gonna be just fine, aren’t we Ro?”
He patted his younger brother on the head and smiled unnaturally wide. Roman glared and his brow furrowed, almost suggesting he’d seen Remus do this before.
“We’re just strangers, after all,” Remus shrugged, and Logan almost felt caught as Remus seemed to have sensed what he was thinking earlier. “...For all you know, I could be a kidnapper, a killer.”
If Logan was really honest with himself, just based on first impressions and premature judgments, he wouldn’t have pictured someone looking like Remus to be reliable. He might have even believed Roman was the victim of whatever Remus had dragged him into.
But… on the other hand, Remus could be a victim, too.
“Actually… you don’t strike me as the type.”
Logan smiled, deciding to twist his truth for the sake of… being nice? He wouldn’t have thought he was capable of friendliness after the blunder he’d been through minutes ago. Perhaps it was something about Remus’ energy that made him reconsider his perspective and situation in comparison, albeit in a frustratingly embarrassing manner.
Logan pulled out his phone and opened his message history with Janus.
“I will be running late as well. Shall we postpone our meeting to 12:30 PM?”
As he typed it out and pressed ‘send’, he thought of a proper way to continue the conversation from here. “...For all you know, I could be another big shot at some law firm, ready to sue you.”
Remus snorted, then let out a chuckle that seemed remarkably less tense. “You don’t strike me as the type. You got no slick and too much charm.”
“Charm?” Logan blinked in confusion, his cheeks flushing a little, “Please, as if my stumbling earlier was charming.”
“I mean, looking back on it, you gotta admit it was hilarious,” Remus snickered. “Tripping on a marble and landing your hand in dog shit. Nice aim by the way, Ro.”
“H-Hey!” Flustered, Roman pouted and looked awkwardly at Logan. “I didn’t mean to, really - ”
“It’s okay, please calm down,” Logan said softly. He couldn’t even manage to get angry if he wanted to. He didn’t feel like guilting the kid any more, either. “I suppose… it could be considered humorous.”
“Sounds like the kind of blunder you’d be called names for, for the rest of your life.” Remus laughed and Logan tried to tell himself he meant it as a joke. 
But it stung. The embarrassment always stung, it was always weaponized to use it against him. Even though he had outgrown his teens and never saw his highschool classmates again, Logan felt as if they were still cackling at him from a distance.
Remus must have noticed his silence, because his next remark sounded much warmer - kinder.
“...Speaking of, what is your name?” 
Logan locked his phone and met Remus’ eyes, seeing Roman’s pair of similar green eyes - like marbles - peering out from the side. 
It was just a name, after all. As long as Logan remained careful with his personal information hereafter, Remus wouldn’t be able to use it against him.
He could put a little faith in this stranger, for now. As the stranger had done with him.
He leaned back on the bench, turning towards the two brothers and enjoying the soft breeze hitting his cheeks.
“It’s Logan,” he smiled. “And… it’s nice to meet you.”
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naminethewriter · 5 months
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Change Is Scary
Two days late but here is the last story for @intrulogicalweek this year! Once again, it was lots of fun and I am amazed that I am still not tired of these dorks 🤭 Anyway, I couldn't help myself and again sneacked in some Intruloceit, though Janus doesn't make an actual appearance. If you want more context for this story, read Sk8er Boi which I wrote for last years Dukeceit Week! It's a prequel to this but not a necessary read to understand this one. Hope you enjoy! 💙💚
Masterpost | Intrulogical Week 23 Masterpost | Ao3
Summary: Remus loves Logan. He's falling in love with Janus. He hopes Logan will give him a chance, too.
Content Warnings: None!
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“Hey Lo, I’m home!” Remus called as he closed the door to their apartment behind him.
“Welcome back!” his boyfriend answered from what was most likely the living room. Remus quickly took off his combat boots and leather jacket before hurrying to find him. He was indeed in the living room, typing something on his laptop. Remus came to a stop in front of him, bouncing on his feet quietly as he waited for Logan’s signal that he was done.
His boyfriend made an audible click on something, let his eyes dance across the screen once more and then nodded. With a grin, Remus plugged the laptop off his lap and put it on the coffee table before taking its place.
“Hello darling, did you miss me?” he purred as he straddled Logan’s lap.
“I did, Cephy,” his boyfriend chuckled. “I hope you had an enjoyable day.”
“I did! I did! It was very fun, we—”
“Before you start telling me about it – and I do want to hear it,” Logan softly interrupted him, “I have some news for you.”
Remus’ interest was immediately piqued. “What?!” He leaned closer, their noses almost touching.
“The first recording of your new album arrived today.”
With a delighted screech, Remus sprung up and clapped his hands. “Play it, play it, play it!”
“I thought you might say that,” Logan chuckled and grabbed a remote that sat next to him. With one button press, their stereo started playing the newest song of Remus’ rock band and with an excited wiggle, Logan was pulled up and into Remus’ arms.
“Let’s dance!”
They twirled around their living room, Remus holding Logan close to his chest and humming along to the melody. The dance didn’t fit with the music, but Logan was used to that. When Remus got excited, he liked to hold his loved ones close and his usual dance moves didn’t allow for that, so instead he just hugged Logan close and spun around a bit.
It was a tradition at this point with every new bit of music they produced.
“It’s a good album, Cephy. You outdid yourself again,” Logan praised, and Remus kissed him enthusiastically.
“Wasn’t just me! You and Virgil and Pat and Ro all did a lot, too!”
“Of course.”
For a moment they just enjoyed the music until Remus’ initial burst of energy dissipated a bit. He still held Logan close and swayed along to the rhythm but stopped with the spinning. Logan was grateful, he was starting to get dizzy.
“I’d love to hear about your day now,” he reminded, smiling up at Remus, whose expression brightened.
“Oh, it was great! Jannie and I had lots of fun chugging the golf balls as far as possible!”
“Aren’t the courses in a mini golf park rather, well, small? I cannot imagine you had to shoot them all that far.”
“We didn’t!”
With a fond sigh, Logan dropped the topic. He should have known that Remus wouldn’t play the game as intended.
“As long as you didn’t hurt anyone, I guess that is fine, too.”
“We didn’t hit anyone. The owner wasn’t all too pleased with us though,” Remus giggled.
“I can imagine.”
“Jannie said he enjoyed himself though. He also asked about you, you know.”
Logan stiffened slightly in Remus’ arms. “Did he now?”
Remus stopped their dance entirely and grabbed the remote to turn the music down, though he kept his boyfriend close.
“He did. He’d really like to get to know you, too.”
“I know. I would like that as well.”
“But?”
Oh, Remus knew him too well. Nervously, Logan fiddled with Remus’ shirt, keeping his head low to avoid eye contact.
“But I still feel like it’s too early, don’t you? I mean, you just started going out, maybe we should wait to see if—”
Remus squeezed his shoulder to stop his rambling.
“I don’t think that’s actually your issue, is it, Lo Lo? Me and Janus is our thing, you don’t have to worry about us. And there’s nothing to worry about to begin with, we’re great. I really like him, and he likes me, too. And I’m sure you would like him as well if you gave him a chance.”
“I want to give him a chance. It’s just that I…” He trailed off but Remus didn’t push him. He knew that Logan sometimes needed to gather his thoughts before speaking. “I am worried. I know we both agreed that we are open to multiple partners and I am not taking that back. I love you and I am happy that Janus makes you happy as well. I… I am simple worried about managing two relationships at once, I have never done so before.”
“And that’s a valid thing to worry about,” Remus nodded. “It’s not gonna be easy, I mean, our relationship took a while to work out, too. But I’m here for you. And Jannie will understand it, too. I don’t want to share more than I should, but you know he’s trans and grew up in a rather conservative household. He understands how scary change can be and that some stuff will take time to figure out. None of us can expect this to go perfectly, so don’t think about it too much.”
“I know. I’m trying.”
“And I’m very proud of you for that.” Remus pressed a kiss into Logan’s hair. “If you need more time, I won’t push you. But maybe consider letting me invite him for tea or something? It doesn’t have to be anything big; it doesn’t even have to be a date. Just a conversation to start with, okay?”
Logan took a deep breath.
A conversation.
Yeah, he could do that.
“Yes. I’ll try and find something I am comfortable including him in.”
“Thank you, starlight.” Remus hugged him closer, nuzzling him contently. “I love you.” “I love you too, Cephy.”
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marksandrec · 2 years
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Marks and Rec: Misc #2404
(You have Remus's attention.) (Dialogue from bocxtop on twitter.)
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emoprincey · 2 years
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[Image description 1: A digital purple lineart drawing of Virgil from Sanders Sides against a white background. He's pointing at a whiteboard with a drawing of Janus' logo, a plus sign, a drawing of Remus' logo, an equals sign, then the word EVIL. 'Slide 100/100' is written at the bottom of the whiteboard. To his right is a speech bubble with the words, "And that's why we shouldn't trust the dark sides". /End image description.]
[Image description 2: A dark blue lineart drawing of Logan from Sanders Sides against a white background. To his right is a speech bubble which reads, "Virgil, while you don't personally get along with Janus and Remus, listening to their viewpoints may be beneficial". / End image description.]
[Image description 3: A repeat of the first image, but Virgil now has his arms folded and is glaring. The speech bubble to his right now reads, "Stfu Logan They're not going to fuck you", and the letter u in 'fuck' is censored with a skull emoji. / End image description.]
[Image description 4: A repeat of the second image, now zoomed in on Logan's face, and against a grey and white gradient background. Logan is smirking, and the speech bubble next to him reads, "They have and they will". / End image description.]
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starlocked01 · 11 months
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The Return of Curiosity
AO3 Link
Chapter 1/16
Relationships: Intrulogical, platonic Prinxiety, platonic Patton & OC side
Content Warnings: Food Mentions, Eating Non-edibles, Characters in Physical Danger, Kissing, Swearing, Original Characters, Bittersweet Ending
Summary: Logan has had enough. Years of being Thomas' logical side have taken their toll and after being ignored by absolutely everyone, he's through being their background exposition character. Logan is returning to his original purpose and his first family. But as the remaining dark sides welcome him back with open arms, the core sides are left confused and confronted with the return of the original indigo side. It's been a very long time since they've had hope or curiosity.
We're back baby! I adopted this story for @tsspromptmonth 's Spring Cleaning event! It was quite a different experience to take on @typically-untypical 's story and give up one of my own 😅 Raven wrote the first five chapters that I'm posting today and drafted the entire story. It's been awesome bringing their ideas to life.
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therealashpollo · 2 years
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Remus: I can make you see stars
Logan: I can’t tell if you wanna take me stargazing, fight me, or have sex with me
Remus:
Logan: It’s the third one isn’t it
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anxious-mess19 · 11 months
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Just one week
Chapther 3- Cooking Mayhem
Masterlist
A03 link
Part of @tsspromptmonth
Word count: 1085
Warnings: alchol mention (not drunk)
Logan sat at the table, having come down first as usual and had his breakfast. To any outsiders it might've looked like a regular morning but the logical side was buzzing in his seat, waiting for Remus to come down.
Most of the other sides had already come and gotten their breakfast as most of them woke at different times, from Logan's usual 7 am sharp to Virgil who didn't have a consistent schedule and the twins who minded the dreams and nightmares of their host.
There was an empty cup of coffee in front of Logan as he attempted to read to pass the time but found himself unable to do so with the anticipation running through him.
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Remus was running late, he had stayed up late worrying over the plans for the day (to the point that the resident emo had had to knock him out) and he had just woken up.
He scrambled to get ready, cursing in as many languages as came to mind before dashing down the stairs towards the kitchen. He just hoped Logan wasn't too mad. He came to a halt when he saw said side boredly flipping through a book, checking the clock every once in a while.
"Heyyy Logieee" he said, trying to play it off as cool as he quickly walked into the kitchen to get set up "Ready for our second date~?"
Logan had quickly looked up from the book at the others words "Salutations Remus, it is good to see you. Yes, I am indeed ready, although I don't understand why you asked to meet here, what have you planned for the day?"
"Ooh, egar to get to fucking, are you?" Remus laughed, feeling more at ease around the logical side.
"I do not see where I have implied that I would like to proceed to have interocourse with you, but I would like to clarify that at the time I do not." Logan answered fixing his glasses as he stood up, going over to Remus and looking puzzled at the cooking supplies he had brought out. "Are we going to be cooking?" he only received an excited nod by Remus who was reaching up for a bowl, struggling as it was on the top shelf. "Do you require assistance?" Logan asked, with a ghost of amusement in his voice.
Remus pouted "It's so hiiiiiigh" he whined, batting his lashes at Logan "Won't you help lil old me?". The logical side got up, helping the shorter one “So, what will we be cooking?” he asked while passing down the ingredients “Wine spaghetti!”.... “Please elaborate?” “Wine spaghetti! We’re cooking spaghetti in wine so that it looks like blood!”.
Logan looked uncertain “That doesn’t sound safe to do in a regular kitchen” “Relaaax Nerdy Wolverine, it’ll be fun! Plus don’t you wanna know what’ll happen!?” Remus was bouncing on his heels, clearly extremely excited. Logan took a couple moments to think, during which Remus started deflating a little, pushing the logical side to make a slightly less calculated decision, which was actually mostly to see the intrusive side happy again.
“Alright, alright, we can cook wine spaghetti” he ended up saying, Remus jumping up like a coiled spring “Yay! c’mon, c’mon, we’re making the pasta too!”
Remus quickly set up the station, still grinning wildly. While he grabbed the eggs Logan washed his hands and started making the flour ring. The chaotic side started breaking the eggs in the ring, snacking on the eggshells earning him a look of exasperated amusement from Logan.
The two worked together in perfect sync, mixing the dough and shaping the pasta, marinating the pasta in the wine and then cooking it in it. Logan made sure no major accidents happened while Remus did most of the work under his careful direction.
Once they put the pasta to cook they turned around, realizing they had gotten flour and pasta dough everywhere, it had somehow gotten all the way to the common ROOM.
“Janus/Patton is gonna kill us” They said in unison, Remus bursting out laughing and Logan chuckling after. “We better get to cleaning, Patton will get here soon to get everything ready to cook dinner later” said the logical side, brushing some flour out of his hair.
Remus crackled but nodded “We’re like flour people! Ooh we should cook ourselves and see what we taste like. I bet you’d taste just as sweet as you are” Logan turned bright red, hiding his face in reflex “Remus!” he tried to sound scolding but it turned out as more of a whine, making the intrusive side crackle more.
Between laughs and teasing the pair started cleaning up, having to do so by hand to get rid of all the flour properly. The two got so engrossed in the task that neither heard the time went off, or the pot whistling from the pressure, but they did hear as it exploded, sending wine all over the still flouver-y kitchen.
The four other sides quickly materialized, having heard the noise from all over the mindscape.
Twin yells of “What happened??” and “Remus!” where heard, the first from a very concerned Patton and the second from the, very exasperated, other three.
Virgil quickly sinked out, having assessed there was no immediate danger and wanting to go back to sleep, but not before sending Remus a look to get it together.
Roman followed shortly after, not interested in getting roped in the clean up of another of his brother’s messes.
Meanwhile Patton and Janus started lecturing Logan and Remus each, Patton sounding more concerned and Janus fondly exasperated.
Once the two parental sides (finally) sinked out, the two had to start cleaning the whole kitchen. Remus didn’t seem concerned, just whining about their ruined pasta, but Logan was quiet, thinking.
"What's got your brain rattling now Logie?" asked Remus after a bit, curious if slightly whiny from begin ignored since the others sinked out. "Just reflecting on the last couple days. This is the second time I've figuratively 'let myself go' in the past days" he mused, focused on cleaning the sticky and strong smelling paste all over the kitchen.
Remus was quiet after that, slightly withdrawn, but the two got the work done quickly and, by Remus's insistence, separated ways. Logan didn't look happy about it, but didn't want to push the chaotic side outside his figurative 'comfort zone', even if he couldn't quite figure out why Remus was suddenly so withdrawn.
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bennyyrabbit · 11 months
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I'm listening to LIke a Robot by Aqua rn and I--
I'm going to announce my Roman Is Bad At Sex Agenda
Also my Past Logince Agenda.
ANYWAY.
This idea is set pre-show.
So, Logan and Roman are together. Logan is SUFFERING because Roman just. Sucks.
And eventually, Logan is like, "You need to put more effort into our sex life because you are Very Bad at this, and you never actually get me off."
And Roman's like. What????
And Logan is like. "Yeah. You're bad. And I deserve to actually get off during sex with my boyfriend, so, get better. Here's an extremely long list of ways to improve, if you have questions, feel free to ask them."
Months go by. MONTHS.
Roman does not improve.
Remus is super annoying, btw, so he definitely will just show up at the light side's area of the mindscape and annoy the shit out of them all, just for context.
SO, Remus just randomly shows up, constantly, because he's an annoying little shit, and he is always flirting with Logan, telling Logan he's super hot, basically being a huge flirt, and he's basically like, I can fuck you.
And Logan says the usual I Have A Boyfriend, and Remus is like.
Does he get you off?
And Logan LIES TO HIM and says yes, because telling his boyfriend's brother who is very clearly interested in him that his boyfriend is bad at sex is a VERY NOT SMART IDEA.
And then he has to bring it up with Roman, because it's been MONTHS and he has not improved.
And when he does he's basically like, Look. I'm being patient here. But you need to IMPROVE. I'm too attractive to not get off with my boyfriend.
And Roman's like Too attractive???
And Logan's just like. Your brother wants to fuck me and I have a theory that he is BETTER AT IT THAN YOU, so. Improve.
Does it sound like if Roman doesn't actually improve, Logan will leave him for Remus? Yeah, a little.
Would Logan actually do that? No. But he's hoping the implication will make Roman work harder to improve.
Uh. It does, but Roman gets. Worse.
And then things just. Fall apart, unrelated to the Roman Is Bad At Sex thing (this is when the show starts), and Logan ends things with Roman.
Roman thinks Logan is automatically going to get with Remus, but he doesn't.
Roman gets with Virgil, and DOES improve at sex, because he does for some reason, and eventually, (right about where we are in the current story), Logan decides to take Remus up on that offer. The offer he repeatedly reminds Logan is VERY MUCH on the table.
And Logan is proven right. Remus is EXPONENTIALLY better than Roman was.
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Remus: Are you a painting?
Logan: I’m sorry—
Remus: Because I want to pin you to the wall.
Logan: *chokes*
Virgil: *sighs with relief* I thought you were gonna say you want to hang him, god that scared me—
Virgil: *realizing* Ew no.
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Do you have any ships you don't like?
Ever just look into your inbox and realize you have a bunch of asks you forgot about? Ha could be me
That was going to say couldn't be me but auto correct changed it and it's not wrong so I'm leaving it
Anywho, ships I don't like? Yes of course, I have many.
Obviously there's the forbidden ship r*mr*m that shouldn't even be a thing so I'm not going to dignify it with a paragraph
Then there's Logicality which I've written about before. I used to like it, but after rewatching Sanders Sides twice I realized they aren't very healthy for each other in a romantic sense. Patton seems to make Logan out to be the bad guy when he's just trying to help, and Logan tends to snap when his patience runs thin. Also the Skip incident in SVS Redux, where Patton asked for Logan's input before silencing him because Logan's opinion went against his.
Then there's Intruality, I love it in AUs under certain circumstances, but it's a big fat No in cannon. It doesn't work because if you look at Sanders Sides from Remus's perspective, Patton is a manipulative abuser. If you look at Sanders Sides from Patton's perspective, Remus is a bad guy that lashes out for no reason. Like, sure, one could say that they might work through that and think they misunderstood each other. However, neither of them are technically wrong. Besides, considering that Remus exists because his version of creativity was morally frowned upon, and was therefore repressed so that Roman could be a morally appropriate version of creativity, a romantic relationship would be awkward at absolute best. Honestly if they do somehow work on their issues with each other, the best outcome would be that Remus and Patton's relationship would become a sort of father that abandoned his son and now they're reconnecting kind of thing.
Then there's Moxiety, this one is just because I see Patton and Virgil in a father/son relationship. Also, the fact that Virgil is Thomas's fears and fear is an emotion, which Patton has dominion over, it's possible that Patton is actually Virgil's father in the same way that Roman and Remus are brothers. I also believe that the Orange Side is anger, and if that's the case, he would be Patton's son as well.
I can go into that theory in another post though.
Next is Royality, and yes I know, you're probably sensing a pattern.
Now, don't get me wrong. While Patton is my least favourite character, that doesn't mean I hate him. I actually love Patton, especially in episodes like the puppet episode where he shows incredible emotional maturity that is really helpful to Thomas.
I also love how complicated of a character he is, and it's sad that the fandom simplifies him to just a happy, nice, cute, silly character, because he's more than that. He has severe depression, and a lot of issues that come from that. He also grew up taking catholic views to heart, following all the morals Thomas was taught as well as he can.
On top of that, he manages emotions, which is such an incredibly complicated thing to be in charge of. He manages instincts, like when Thomas feels good for doing something good, or when Thomas is hungry, or thirsty, or whatever else. He manages a large percentage of Thomas's likes, dislikes, sense of humour, inner child, and more. Patton has a large mountain of responsibilities, which adds to the complexity of his character.
He also appears to be very manipulative, whether or not he intends to be using manipulation tactics, I don't know. I think his character's too complicated to know that for sure. However, he's done a lot of love bombing, guilt tripping, and other manipulative actions that make him out to be this innocent good guy and anyone that disagrees with him to look like a bad guy.
Due to how complex of a character Patton is, and due to how he has made himself a father figure to most of the sides, it's hard to enjoy him in most ships in cannon. The only ship that works well for him is Moceit, in my opinion, because Janus is working with him to help Patton work through these issues. Patton is also good for Janus because Janus needs to learn how to communicate in a way that doesn't seem like he's attacking or sabotaging Thomas/the other sides.
Now, with that aside, back to Royality.
Royality is a very best friend or father/son relationship. More best friend in AUs and Father/Son in both cannon and AUs. I say more father son in cannon, because Roman has shown a desire to gain Patton's approval. He tries to follow Patton's rules, even though every time he finally manages to meet Patton's impossible standards, suddenly they change and turn around completely. (I have ranted about this several times and will likely do it again in future posts.)
Now, with those out of the way, yes there is more.
Next is Logince
I like Logince in AUs, and it's not that I don't think Logan and Roman's dynamic is amazing, it's not that I think they wouldn't work romantically, I just see them more as a brotherly relationship. Roman treats Logan like an older brother that he fights a lot with, but at the end of the day he just wants to be good enough for Logan. The way they talk about Patton to each other is a lot like Roman being a teenage brother complaining about their Dad and how lame/strict/embarrassing/etc he is to his adult brother.
Then there's Anxceit. This one I don't like because I see Janus as a mother figure to Virgil and Remus. I guess it could work in AUs, but to get their dynamic right, it would probably be a friends to enemies to lovers situation. Like Catradora. Also Janus and Virgil still have a lot of bad blood to work through, so if I'm wrong about the mother/son bond and they were just friends before, then Anxceit would probably have a lot of work to do and an awkward patching up before they can be in a healthy relationship.
Now there's Demus and Roceit. Which, maybe they shouldn't be on this list, because I do like these ships, but I do want to talk about them.
Demus I tend to feel meh about, it's basically dark side Royality. They work as a mother/son dynamic or best friends, not really romantic partners. However, I love them when it's Intruloceit, because I love Loceit and Intrulogical.
Roceit, this is friends to enemies to lovers galore. Roceit is not a healthy ship currently, but it's definitely an entertaining one. Due to Roman's insecurities and Janus using Roman for his greater plan, however, I don't know if a romantic relationship would work in cannon. It depends on where the story goes from where we are right now. However this is the perfect enemies to lovers ship for AUs if you get bored of Prinxiety's popularity.
Now what's interesting about Demus and Roceit is that if you believe in the theory that Roman and Remus were once King Creativity, which I do, and if you've seen the King AU, which I have, that adds all kinds of layers of complicated to Demus and Roceit. Of course, I may go over that in a future post.
Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed my infodump!
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Remus: hey, I just want you to know that you’ve got a friend in me
Roman: I’m literally begging you to stop telling me about your sex life
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