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David’s Fic-Rec Friday:  2019/10/25

Hey guys.  Another week, another batch of recommended stories that could use some love and affection.  Let’s get to it then.

Lucky by AuthorAlex97 (aka @youtuberswithalex)

A short piece about Roman freaking out over a potential new One Direction album and Logan’s attempts to comfort him.  Silly and sweet in equal measure.  Plus the platonic love is strong with this one.

I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus by fandomsandanythingelse (aka @fandomsandanythingelse)

It may be a little early for Christmas stories, but I don’t care, this was cute.  A young Roman wakes up late at night hungry for a snack, but ends up seeing his dad Logan kissing what appears to be Santa Claus in their living room.  Absolutely adorable, with a wonderfully sweet twist at the end.

Movie Night by Sirius_Whisk_Ers (aka @siriuswhiskers)

A short but sweet piece about a Disney movie marathon.  Roman plans to sing through it all, and Virgil would just like his boyfriend Logan to be there to help him get through Roman’s extra-ness.  Simple, sweet, and just a tad silly, so I say certifiably satisfactory.  (Alliteration is awesome.)

The Tunnel of “Lov” by She_ra_dorkable (Tumblr Account Unknown)

A short but sweet drabble about Patton talking his boyfriend Logan into taking him on the Tunnel of Lov ride at the carnival, despite it being a very dumb cliche thing in Logan’s opinion.  Simple and sweet and adorable.

Colors by grace13star (aka @the-feels-are-coming)

An interesting work featuring Virgil with synesthesia.  Virgil and Roman have a fight, and in an effort to burn off the angry energy, Virgil plays the piano, creating a colorful display for himself that, despite the song’s original mood, reflects the darker feelings he’s experiencing.  An intriguing look into synesthesia, and a nice bit of introspection from Virgil.  Definitely worth a read.

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Well, that’s it for now.  Have a good weekend, and happy reading!

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Hmph... those requests really aren't happening. I'm so busy with mock exams I just don't have the time to write. Sorry guys. I will be active again in July onwards (probably) but don't get your hopes up. Have a good day/night!

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hey its me again!!! thanks so much for answering that first ask 💕 i uh, i have like 7 ocs and i love to talk about them but id like it to be mainly about two? with like, the other ones for you to use if you need someone in the background or sth.... and would it be okay if i just make a google docs page with all the things? it would be much easier for me to do... 💕💞

Ofc! You can send me a link or smth if you want. Can't wait to see them haha 😊

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hey, i saw that person asking about thomas sanders ocs and i wanted to ask, do they have to be TS related? or just uhhh in general? (i really need oc content but i cant even draw anything rn) its okay if the answer is no!! but honestly im desperate, i could draw you sth once i feel better, i you’d be okay with that...

Woah two potential requests in one day? It's more likely than I thought!

This is inherently a Sanders Sides fan account but I love hearing about different OCs and such! Especially because it's been a while since I've written anything about my own ones haha.

But seriously, if you want me to write something about your OCs, just tell me as much as you can about each one (if you're struggling for ideas tell me how they see themselves, how the other OCs/strangers view them and how you view them) and give me a plot or a prompt related to them! It could be simple or just a description but I'd be happy to give it a go! You could send it all on anon (specifying that you're the same person) or not-anon, or you could direct message me (if messages don't work on here then you could message me on @sandersshitflags because I don't use that blog anymore but the dms still work or on @/SiriusWhiskErs on Wattpad!) Drawings would be great to go on but don't feel pressure to do any of that!

The same things apply as what I said on the other ask: you'll probably have to be patient. I think OC prompts are specific enough (depending). Also, I may not want to do something you send in for whatever reason (that was the other rule I forgot to say before).

But yeah! Happy OC-ing!

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well i have a basic idea, i think a human au would be really cool, maybe with the four of them being quadruplets and being separated during childhood because they were put into foster care but nobody would take all four of them, and so they grew up in different homes and then they reunited in high school and angst and friendship ensues! also i have an oc ask blog called @ask-villegas-sides that you can go to to get to know them.

I like this idea a lot! I'll be sure to check out the blog.

(The only very slight issue is that I'm not really sure how high school works but I'm in roughly the English equivalent at the moment so it shouldn't be too different.)

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do you ever take writing requests? if you do, would you be interested in writing something about my sanders sides ocs?

Sure! A few things about requests (that I don't think I've put on my tumblr before) that applies to whoever might want to send one in:

•They have to be specific. There's nothing wrong with wanting a certain ship to be next or having a preference, but that's not a request. I have to have something to go on!

•You'll probably have to be patient. I am... slow. Through a bitter mixture of procrastination, school work, exam revision and all of the other things I do day-to-day, it can become a lot. I love writing! But I don't have the chance to do as much as I would like to.

That's all I can think of right now. I'll probably make a post about that at some point but for now— thank you! I rarely get requests so this is exciting for me!

Feel free to tell me all about your OCs so that I don't change them too much or anything! They themselves may be enough of a prompt (depending on how much I know about them) but I'd prefer if I had something plot-wise to base it around.

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Ripped Virgil strikes again !

@worthless-fander and @justalittlenervouswreck and the anonymus that asked about buff Virgil here you go^^

The location is inspired from where I was on vacation this summer in Croatia. It was nice there. We was a pretty cool pool.

If you’re wondering why Virge has a little yellow in his hair, well, I had so much fun with that whole “V-having-to-dye-his-hair-a-lot” that I just put in some washed out color (btw. chlor in pool water is kinda bad for coloured hair and can mess up colours like blue, not yet the case here with V though, he was not in the pool yet)

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An Introvert In The Wild- Analogical

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TWs (let me know if I missed anything): Panic attack, hurt/comfort, anxiety

Human AU

The two of them were sat in the front of the car. Virgil was sat in the passenger seat, trying hard not to worry about the trip. He didn’t want to ruin it for his boyfriend. Even thinking that Logan was his boyfriend made him feel a rush of excitement, if only brief. Logan’s hands were gripped tight on the wheel, wishing he was was able to physically comfort Virgil, but knowing that transporting them both to their destination safely was the current priority.

“It won’t take long, I swear.” Virgil nodded curtly. “All we need to do is purchase some supplies,” Logan continued, “and we’ll be out of there in no time.” Virgil smiled to himself fondly. Logan cared deeply for him, and although he wasn’t the best at expressing it, he still appreciated it wholeheartedly. As they stopped behind traffic lights, Logan turned to his boyfriend with a subtly concerned expression, only to earn him an affectionate peck on the cheek. As the traffic un-jammed, Logan continued onwards, a deep crimson tinged his cheeks.

When they finally arrived at the car park, Virgil passed Logan the change just in time for him to slot it into the ticket machine and tug at the ticket once it had printed. Virge tucked the slip just under the windscreen.

All was well as the two men strolled through the shopping centre in search of a supermarket. So far, at least. Maybe a train had just departed, maybe a movie had just ended, Virgil wasn’t sure, but it seemed to him that the crowd around him became more dense. He shuddered and pushed his hands into his hoodie pockets as they continued to cut through the crowd.

Every so often someone would knock into Virgil’s arm causing him to mentally sink into his jacket further and further. Logan noticed this, and tried to stay as close to his boyfriend as possible. Virgil’s anxiety started to kick in as he realised he could lose him at any second, worrying about every possibility. Just as his chest started to tighten and his vision started to cave in, he felt a warm hand wrap around his own. He flinched at first, not expecting the sudden physical contact, but soon he gripped back, and they made it through the bustle with minimal panic and only a couple of stares.

With Logan by his side, Virgil was calm enough to proceed with the shopping. Even enjoy it, in fact. Ever so often he would squeeze Logan’s hand a little tighter, to which he responded with another reassuring squeeze and a comforting smile.

“Excuse me, young man!” A rather short woman with silver hair and a green coat spoke, addressing Logan, who was more than willing to help her, after checking with his boyfriend, of course. She took him around the isle, (presumably to grab something off a high shelf or something), leaving Virgil to look through the shelves for some beans. It’s just food shopping, he thought to himself, there’s no need to worry. But today was one of his off-days, meaning his anxiety worsened with ease in public situations.

Logan would be back in a minute or two. Virgil had assured him that he would be fine. But the isle was so crowded, so many elbows, so many arms, so many eyes. He started to struggle with his breathing and he scolded himself as he realised what was happening. Another stranger, another brushing arm, another shudder and a backwards step, away— far away— from the sudden contact. Virgil felt an urge to sink to the floor in the corner but knew that that would simply draw more attention to him.

All the bustle and all the noises died down to a singular drone as his world began caving in on him. He could’ve sworn he’d heard his name called from somewhere on the other side of the isle. His grasp on reality resurfaced slightly as a familiar face came in to view, full of regret and concern, calling his name. His name. He had to focus on the sound.

Logan offered a hand for him to hold, knowing not to engage in physical contact in these situations without a sign from Virgil first. After a moment of hesitation, he took Logan’s hand, who gently pulled him aside the crowd.

“Breathe, okay, love?”

Soon the minutes of panic had passed, they’d paced through the breathing exercises and Virgil could only repeatedly utter a single word. Logan helped him to breathe one more time before asking him what it was he was saying. Virgil started muttering it a little louder which caused Logan to shake his head vigorously and wrap him in a gentle hug.

“Please don’t be sorry. Look— it’s not your fault that today was worse than some others. It was bad timing, we should have stayed together. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“You know, I can-” Virgil tried to interject.

“I know, you really can. But it’s okay for you to have off-days with your anxiety and I want to be there for you.” Logan smiled and Virgil smiled back, locking eye contact for the first time since his panic.

“I love you.” He said, kissing Logan’s nose.

“I love you, too.”

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I Don’t Love You-Logicality

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A/N: It’s not as angsty as the title suggests just… read it you’ll see.

Logan looked up from his work. He would never admit it, but Patton was very beautiful. His gorgeous smile, his outrageously uplifting laugh, everything about him. When he was nervous and he tugged gently on his hoodie toggles, Logan would be there admiring how sweet and innocent he looked. He was pretty sure that he was incapable of ‘crushing’ on people, but Patton made him unsure. Today was no exception: Logan looked up from his work to see none other than Patton himself.

“How’s it going, Lo?” He asked, peering around into Logan’s doorway, who set down his pen beside his plan for Thomas for the next day cleared his throat before responding.

“Great, thank you.” The moral figment nodded and grinned in acknowledgement. He entered the room, almost uninvited; face flushing a little as he declined Logan’s offer of his seat.

And like any other night, they sat together in Logan’s room, talking nonsense for hours on end. Usually, the logical trait couldn’t stand for nonsense, but for some reason or another he put up with, even enjoyed, the nonsense when he was with Patton. He was particularly fond of this friend of his and often made exceptions in his case.

Logan noticed that it was nearing midnight, and knew that he needed Patton to leave. Not only did they both need sleep, but the effects of staying in another side’s room for too long were also bound to soon become overbearing. He watched as the other facet talked about nothing in particular with eyes full of passion, wonder and excitement. His sparkling eyes dimmed a little as he saw Logan sigh sadly.

“What’s wrong?” Patton inquired, concerned. Logan told him that he wanted him to rest, earning him a small whine in complaint. They exchanged their goodbyes, fondly wishing each other a good night’s sleep before Patton stepped forward to embrace Logan in what he assumed would be a quick farewell hug. It lingered a little. Neither of them broke away, never wanting the moment to end.

Eventually, it did. Logan’s room reverted to its dull, emotionless state. His own mood died down, too.

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I Don’t Love You-Logicality

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Word Count: 2799

A/N: It's not as angsty as the title suggests just... read it you'll see.

Logan looked up from his work. He would never admit it, but Patton was very beautiful. His gorgeous smile, his outrageously uplifting laugh, everything about him. When he was nervous and he tugged gently on his hoodie toggles, Logan would be there admiring how sweet and innocent he looked. He was pretty sure that he was incapable of ‘crushing’ on people, but Patton made him unsure. Today was no exception: Logan looked up from his work to see none other than Patton himself.

“How’s it going, Lo?” He asked, peering around into Logan’s doorway, who set down his pen beside his plan for Thomas for the next day cleared his throat before responding.

“Great, thank you.” The moral figment nodded and grinned in acknowledgement. He entered the room, almost uninvited; face flushing a little as he declined Logan’s offer of his seat.

And like any other night, they sat together in Logan’s room, talking nonsense for hours on end. Usually, the logical trait couldn't stand for nonsense, but for some reason or another he put up with, even enjoyed, the nonsense when he was with Patton. He was particularly fond of this friend of his and often made exceptions in his case.

Logan noticed that it was nearing midnight, and knew that he needed Patton to leave. Not only did they both need sleep, but the effects of staying in another side’s room for too long were also bound to soon become overbearing. He watched as the other facet talked about nothing in particular with eyes full of passion, wonder and excitement. His sparkling eyes dimmed a little as he saw Logan sigh sadly.

“What's wrong?” Patton inquired, concerned. Logan told him that he wanted him to rest, earning him a small whine in complaint. They exchanged their goodbyes, fondly wishing each other a good night’s sleep before Patton stepped forward to embrace Logan in what he assumed would be a quick farewell hug. It lingered a little. Neither of them broke away, never wanting the moment to end.

Eventually, it did. Logan's room reverted to its dull, emotionless state. His own mood died down, too.

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The next day, the mindscape was filled with as much energy as any other day. Logan was up early, conversing with Virgil over breakfast as Patton, who had made the breakfast, attempted for the fifth time that morning to wake up Roman. The persuasion of pancakes seemed to be the method that finally got him out of bed.

“You’re right, these are good pancakes,” he decided, once he had lazily teleported himself directly to the kitchen chair. Virgil and Logan nodded in agreement.

“Patton, you're a genius,” stated Virgil, mouth full of pancake. Logan narrowed his eyes at the anxious trait, not-so-subtly gesturing towards himself. Patton also glared at him, but for talking with food in his mouth. Virgil stuck a syrupy tongue out in rebellion, earning a snort from Roman and a giggle from Patton. Logan couldn't figure out what it was about that laugh, but he loved it.

He watched as Patton used the last of the mixture for one final pancake. He didn't realise he was staring until Patton turned around, holding a plate with the last pancake on. While Logan quickly averted his eyes, Virgil and Roman immediately jumped up to get it, to which Patton refused. He took it away and, being the moral trait that he was, told them that neither of them could have it if they were going to fight over it. There were strings of complaint from the other side of the table as the pancake got left on Logan's plate.

All the food was cleared up quickly as everyone enjoyed Patton’s cooking, even Logan who was extremely conscious of how unhealthy the meal he was consuming was. He decided he wanted to get some planning done before he was needed for anything else. Logan retreated immediately to his room and to his meticulously organised desk and began to get as much work done as he could for the time being. He had half-expected a certain moral trait to follow after him, yet still acted surprised when he did so.

“Heya, Lo!” Patton seemed like his usual energetic self when he stepped up to Logan, grinning from ear to ear. There was a nervousness in his eye that Logan noticed when he stepped a little

closer to the desk he was sat at.

“How are you doing?” Logan stood from his chair as he asked this, moving closer to his good friend.

“Good—Fine—Uh, have you got a minute?” Patton looked at him questioningly, trying to hide his uncertainty. Logan nodded and they both went to sit on his bed.

Patton took a deep breath. He liked Logan a lot, as more than a friend. He’d had feelings for him for a while, and thought it was about time he said something about it. He had no clue how Logan would react, as he could never interpret the looks he gave him, or how he felt about anything, really. Patton also knew that he couldn't take a hint and that he’d have to be upfront if he wanted him to get the message. He’d just have to—

“So, I’ve been thinking,” he started, eyeing the logical trait.

“That's always a good sign,” Logan joked, with a small grin. His jokes were few and far between, and Patton adored his sly humour. Smiling fondly, he continued.

“I really like you, Logan. I was just wondering if…” he checked Logan's expression to check if he was following, and he seemed to be. “...if maybe we— if you—” His words were failing and he realised that he needed to form a sentence, quick, to save the confusion.

“Patton,” Logan hesitated, “are you asking me if we could establish a… relationship?” Patton nodded eagerly, awaiting his response. Logan blinked slowly in realisation. Did he want this? Were dates something they could do, as aspects of somebody’s personality? Did he like him enough to be in a relationship with him? Logan knew that he valued his friendship with Patton, that he found him rather adorable and that he wouldn't be opposed to being a part of something with him, whatever it was. He also knew people in the sort of relationship that Patton wanted with him tended to have romantic feelings for each other. Is that what this is? Am I crushing on my best friend?

“Well then, I accept.” Patton squealed and hugged his boyfriend, who grinned and returned the embrace.

The two traits were closer than ever. They kept an eye out for each other, making sure they were both looking after themselves. Soon enough, the others were informed. Roman and Thomas were overjoyed, showering the fresh couple with praise and pride. Virgil was happy for them, too, if sceptical as ever. More than anything he just liked seeing his friends happy. And they were. They were the epitome of a happy couple: hand-holding, shy kisses, nervous glances. They would cuddle more than ever, the moral trait nuzzling into his boyfriend’s neck, shoulder, or stomach. Patton and Logan were nearly always together, enjoying each other's company, just as they always had, but with the additional knowledge that there were feelings behind the gestures. At least, presumably there were. There must've been something, right?

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“He told me that he loves me.” The words hung like a deathly stench around the two traits. The room was dark, cobwebs strung around the walls as well as posters of Jack Skellington and Amy Lee alike.

“But you don't love him,” Virgil attempted to finish the logical trait’s sentence. Logan shook his head, frustrated at himself.

“No— I do. Patton is incredible, how could I not love him?” Virgil looked over at him, unsure. “I’ve had feelings for him since way before our relationship, and that hasn't changed.” Logan was now sat on the stair, beside Virgil, knees to their chins, staring into the distance, deep in thought and conversation.

“Did you tell him that?” Logan sighed and craned down his neck, digging his chin further between his knees, making it almost impossible for him to shake his head guiltily.

“Of course not. It doesn't feel… right.”

Virgil pondered his friend’s words for a moment, before lifting his head and turning to face him.

“Look, I've been wondering about you two for a little while—” Logan looked up, too, curious to what Virgil had to say, “—and I know you both have feelings for each other, that's made pretty obvious.” Logan couldn’t help but smile shyly, thinking of how he and Patton acted around each other. “But what kind of feelings? Are they…” Virgil paused, scrunching up his nose a little in thought. “...romantic?”

“Well, what else would they be? Granted, I’m not a particularly romantic person, but that doesn't mean that I am unable to have romantic feelings, does it?” Virgil sighed, trying to think of how best to explain his point. It was never easy, the two of them, talking about feelings, as they were both pretty bad with that particular subject.

“Okay, you're right, it doesn't necessarily mean that. But have you ever considered it? From your relationship, what we've talked about today and all the stuff you said before, it's possible that maybe you don't have romantic feelings for him.” Logan looked distraught, mostly because he thought that Virgil could actually be… correct. It was such a perfect relationship, they were both so happy, and Patton was even in love. How could Logan not return the same feelings in amongst all of this? He came to the conclusion that he had ruined it.

Patton had always been the one to hold his hand, been the one to kiss his cheek, to pull him close and to feel his racing heartbeat. Patton was the one in love. Logan couldn't give Patton half as much as he had given him. Virgil was right. Logan didn't want romance. He didn't want love. At least, not in that way. He wanted to hold his best friend forever. He wanted to be happy.

“Logan? You okay, buddy?” Virgil asked, snapping his friend out of his state of realisation. Logan nodded slowly. “I was just saying, Thomas has aromantic friends, and I don't see why that couldn't apply to you.”

“I never even considered it before today and, well, I’m pretty sure you’re right. Thank you, I guess.” He sighed heavily. “I just don't know how to tell Patton. I hate that I’ve let him down.” Virgil shook his head vigorously, reassuring Logan that Patton would understand. “I don't love him, but I don't want to leave him either, does that make sense?”

“Many aromantic people still want to be in relationships, you probably like him in a different way.” Virgil didn't want to overstep his boundaries, but he definitely wanted to help Logan figure out his feelings. Logan responded after furrowing his eyebrows slightly, trying his hardest to fully understand.

“I don’t think of him sexually if that's what you mean,” he clarified. Something about that idea horrified Logan; it definitely felt like more than that to him.

“No, but there's also platonic and aesthetic attraction,” Virgil explained, barely taking a moment to think about it. This information, although relatively new to Logan, seemed rather natural to the anxious side. Logan thought it over, resonating more and more with what his friend was saying.

“Huh, you definitely seem to know what you’re talking about,” Logan pointed out.

“Well, it's hard to not know this stuff when you basically live on Tumblr.” Virgil chuckled, earning a fond smile from the logical trait. “Yeah, anyways, I hope that helped or whatever.” Logan nodded.

“It really did.”

~

Days passed, formulaic and routine, full of plans, videos, exercise and generic productivity. It was filled with all the things that would usually make Logan swoon with pride. His and Patton’s relationship was still going strong, making even Thomas jealous (leading to him confusing himself, how could he be jealous of himself, of a relationship within his personality? He resorted to not thinking about it). Logan noticed more than ever how uncomfortable he was with affection. He felt extremely confused whenever Patton kissed him; he loved being close to him but not… not like that. It broke his heart to see the pure elation his boyfriend expressed when holding his hand and playing with his hair, aware of the love behind the simple gestures.

He needed to tell him.

~

Patton, eyes shut, lips parted in a gentle smile, arms lightly draped around his boyfriend’s waist and mindlessly toying with the black fabric, leaned forward with his head tilted back so that he could press his soft lips to Logan’s. They were both overwhelmed with the stressful day that they just had and wanted nothing more than to be close to each other at that moment. Patton continued to move against his boyfriend, feeling the stress leave his body. His hands were raised to the other man’s face, caressing from the chin to the jaw and from the jaw to the cheek. His thumb traced slowly inwards, over Logan’s sleek cheekbone, only to feel something wet just below the frames of his glasses. Concerned, Patton opened his eyes to see his boyfriend, inches away, looking straight back at him with a tear in his eye. Logan was quick to wipe it away and force a smile.

“You okay, Logie?” He looked away, avoiding the question, holding back further tears and biting his tongue. Looking at his boyfriend through the slight mist on his glasses, Logan sighed.

“I think we need to talk,” he stated, mostly upholding his composure. Patton nodded, unaware of the apparent issue, but wanting to support his boyfriend with whatever it was. Patton sat beside Logan on the end of his bed, the former comforting the other as much as possible by rubbing his shoulder. Logan turned to see his lover’s concerned expression, paired with a glint in his eye that Logan could never return. A hopeful, fond glint that he was surely going to fade. “I have recently come to a conclusion,” Patton nodded along, determined and sincere. “but first, I would like to apologise. I am trying to do what’s right by admitting this, but it doesn’t seem particularly fair on you.” Logan paused, inhaling a shaky breath.

“Just be honest, Lo,” Patton encouraged, although unsure himself. Logan nodded as if to encourage himself to continue. He fumbled around his mind for a minute or two in order to string together the right words, while Patton leant on his shoulder and muttered something about loving him no matter what.

“Patton, you’re really important to me. I’m really grateful that I know you and that I’m close to you, however…” Logan continued through a choked sob upon seeing Patton’s desperation and confusion and with knowledge of what was still to come, “no matter how hard I try, I don’t love you.” He felt himself tremble as he watched the other hesitantly open his mouth as if to speak before shutting it again. The desperation was fading with the hope he had in his eyes. The confusion was long gone. “I don’t think that I w-will. You see, I have come to the conclusion that I am ‘aromantic’. I am fairly certain about it, too.” There was a glint in Patton’s eye but it was merely recognition. “I don’t fully know how to describe it to somebody who hasn’t experienced it but it doesn’t change just how much you mean to me-” As he spoke, Logan leaned forward and cupped Patton’s cheek, gently holding his expressionless face. Before he could pull himself closer, however, Patton shuffled away a little, removing himself from Logan’s shaking hands.

Patton completely averted eye contact by staring distantly at the ground and began to speak with a gradual diminuendo. “So… everything you said, everything you did, everything we had… the affection, the compliments, the gestures… was that all for nothing? Was it fake? Was it ever real?” The last sentence caught on his lip in the form of a tremor. Logan fought past the regret, the guilt and the sorrow to clarify further.

“Affection can- well, does- make me uncomfortable, but as I have reiterated a few times now: I care about you. A lot. I am terribly sorry that I do not reciprocate your romantic feelings for me.”

Finally, Patton raised his head and his eyes found Logan’s. “I don’t want to lose you.” Logan closed the gap by embracing Patton once more. As they hugged and tears fell, Logan uttered, “I don’t want to lose you, either.”

“Well, then, what does that make us?”

“Us. Just us.”

A/N: I'm not certain that the aromantic portrayal is 100% accurate as I don't think that I am aromantic myself but I hope I did this well enough. Feedback is very much appreciated, especially if you have more experience with this sort of thing. I know everyone's experiences are different but it would be interesting.

(Also I wrote a lot of this whilst listening to Sam Smith’s “Not In That Way” which is pretty relevant, too.)

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