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“I’m going to take you home”

“Promise?”

“I promise!”

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Ok but what if you got sleepy whilst on a date so you lay under the stars on the comfy lap of your beloved?

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I'll listen ~ Intrulogical

TW: Shouting, angst, crying

Word count: 1279

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“Why can’t they listen? They never LISTEN!” Logan shouted, his voice drenched in rage and frustration, as he threw a pebble across the lake. He hated being this way.

‘You’re so pathetic, Logan,’ he thought to himself, collapsing on his knees whilst a stream of tears cascaded down his cheeks.

‘You’re the embodiment of literal logic. Why can’t you control your emotions better? Why do you even have emotions anyway?!’ he scolded himself, taking off his glasses, tossing them to the side then holding his face in his hands. The tears felt like they would never stop and as he knelt there, exhausted and exasperated, for once in his life, he didn’t care about what was happening around him. All his surroundings faded away as all his overflowing anger spilled from his body, leaving Logan in his own black void of shame.

“Why can’t they just listen?”

Not too far away, Remus was busy in the fields, burning trees and setting anything he could see on fire. He grinned excitedly at the flaming forest before him, proud at the amount of destruction he caused. The way he saw it, he was giving his brother a favour because now he had something to do and he needed some fresh air. It was the only way Remus could get him outside anyway…

Satisfied with the chaos he created, Remus started to calm down and take a simple stroll through The Imagination. Though he typically craved discord, he wasn’t completely psychotic and still enjoyed peaceful moments to himself, like everyone else. (In truth, the only psychotic thing about him was the way he ate cereal.)

The Duke couldn’t be bothered to think about where to go, so he let his feet carry him, taking him where they wanted to; they were always able to take him somewhere interesting. Today, however, wasn’t to be like any other.

As he approached a lake, he spotted a certain logical side standing by it. Curious, Remus stepped closer, but stayed out of the clearing and hid behind the trees. As he neared him, Remus could see that he was shaking. Tilting his head, he silently questioned why, but he soon got his answer when Logan suddenly chucked a stone across the water.

Remus’ eyes followed it as it pierced through the air, moving more forward than higher, before it ultimately hit the water’s surface on the other side of the lake. Impressed by his strength, Remus’ started to blush. Ever since his first encounter with Logan, he had always had a small crush on him, which gradually swelled over the years, so seeing him do that didn’t help at all.

When he turned his head back to Logan, he realised that he had fallen to his knees, sobbing. Remus contemplated going up to comfort him; he didn’t want to make him feel worse and all he ever seemed to do was ruin everything. But, by instinct, he suddenly started to move towards him.

Logan continued to cry, sensing his presence but too exhausted to put up a front anymore. “Why can’t they just listen?” he whispered, not intending for anyone to hear. Unluckily for him though, someone did.

“I’ll listen.” Logan heard a quiet voice to his left say. He snapped his head up, looking towards the source. Seeing Remus there, he immediately stood up, brushing himself off then readjusting his tie.

“Apologies, Remus I-” he cut himself off when he opened his eyes, realising his vision was blurry. He turned a couple times, looking for his glasses as best as he could whilst he squinted. Noticing them discarded to the side, Remus retrieved them for him, picking up then returning back to his previous spot in front of him.

“Looking for these?” he said, showing them to Logan.

“Oh, yes. Tha-” Logan reached out to take them back, but Remus lifted them higher and gently placed them back on his face.

Logan smiled at him softly. “Thank you.”

Remus looked down shyly for a moment, but when he looked back up, a devastated, broken expression was painted on the logical side’s face.

“Logan? What was all that about?” the Duke asked, his eyes filled with concern and sympathy. Logan’s eyes flickered up to him for a moment, before he sighed he sighed heavily and turned away.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know where it all came from. I should really learn to control myself better,” the logical side said firmly, as if he was castigating himself. Furrowing his eyebrows, Remus walked round and stood right back in front of him.

“Oh no, I think you’re controlling yourself enough,” he said, putting his hands on his hips, but his slightly angry facade faded when he saw how numb Logan seemed to be.

“You said ‘they don’t listen’,” Remus changed the subject. “Who’s ‘they’?”

“Anyone who doesn’t listen. Which is basically everyone,” Logan responded half-heartedly. “They just don’t understand! No one does!” he raised his voice, throwing his hands in the air.

“What do you mean?”

“No one knows what it feels like to be ignored so much. Sure, they aren’t listened to either from time to time but majority of the time, I’m just pushed aside. No matter what I do, I can never be heard! It’s like I’m… I’m-”

“Trapped in your own maze of your own thoughts with no hope of an escape,” Remus finished, turning to Logan with a sad smile. The logical side looked at him surprisingly, not expecting him to pinpoint precisely how it felt.

“Y-yes. That’s exactly what it’s like,” Logan said in an astonished, but calmer voice. “How did you know?”

“You think you’re the only one who never gets their voice heard?” Remus replied in a lighter tone, sitting down cross-legged and facing the lake. Logan followed him and sat next to him.

“I suppose I never considered-”

“No, no one ever does. But I don’t blame them. With a riotous, uncontrollable persona like mine, who would want to listen, am I right?” the Duke chuckled softly. “Most of the time, I don’t even know why I’m here.”

The air around them suddenly grew a little colder and as he hung his head, Logan stared at the grass gloomily. “I ask myself the exact same question day after day,” he muttered, not intending for Remus to hear. Nonetheless, he did anyway.

“What do you mean? You’re Thomas’ logic, if you ask me you’re needed the most.”

“Thank you, Remus. You seem to be the only one who thinks so.”

“Better one than none.” Logan smiled at Remus, genuinely thankful and glad that he was there with him. The Duke looked down shyly, and grinned to himself.

Sighing relievedly, Logan turned towards the lake, content and finally at peace, even if it was to be for a short while. Hearing him sigh and seeing him at ease again, Remus assumed that he wanted to be left alone now, so he got up to leave. But a firm grip to his wrist stopped him.

“Where are you going?” Logan asked, his head tilted slightly.

“I thought you wanted some time to yourself?” Remus replied, his voice hinted with sadness. Noticing it, Logan pulled him a little closer, comfort wrapped around his grip.

“Well, some company wouldn’t hurt. Besides, I don’t mind your’s.”

Remus grinned and returned to his place by Logan’s side. He then decided to take a wary step forward and hesitantly leaned his head on the logical side’s shoulder. When he didn’t reject, Remus fully relaxed and allowed himself to share this blissful moment with Logan.

For the first time in a long time in his life, he loved being him.

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Six Devil Children

A long while back bc I write slow and school, I got inspired by an adorable art piece by @aidensm8​ made a couple months ago so credit for the idea goes to that post! They are a fantastic artist so I’d recommend following them and supporting their art and stuff! Pairing: Analogical, familial sleepceit and patmile, creativitwins Word Count: 8,739 Warnings: food, crying, tell me if there’s more to add!

Virgil knocked on the wooden door before stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets. He was hired by an old friend from high school, Thomas, to babysit his children. Well, not just his kids. Thomas was also housing his nephews while his brothers were in town for business. They were all under the age of four. Virgil had the daunting task of taking care of six babies and toddlers. However, he was getting paid quite well for the job, so he wasn’t too upset.

The door opened, showing someone who Virgil thought to be extremely attractive. He had dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and glasses. He was wearing a short-sleeved black button-up shirt, an indigo tie, and dark blue jeans. Virgil was very gay.

This must be Logan, Virgil assumed—a friend Thomas had said lived a couple of houses down who would be watching the children until Virgil arrived.

“Would it be correct to assume you are Virgil, the babysitter?” he asked.

Virgil nodded. “Yeah. Are you Logan?”

“I am. Please, come in,” Logan confirmed, opening the door fully and stepping aside to let Virgil in.

“Thanks,” Virgil muttered, walking in.

Logan closed the door. “I must say, it is a relief you are here. Children are in no way my specialty, and these children are…difficult.”

“Hate to break it to you, dude, but I just babysit for the extra cash. I’m no child miracle worker.”

“A pity.”

A second after Logan finished his sentence, yelling was heard, accompanied by rapidly approaching footsteps.

“ROMAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

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Bad Choices

Summary: Logan has learned to ignore that little voice in his head that tells him when he is about to do something dumb. Fortunately, Remus is more than happy to fill in for said voice.

Pairings: Intrulogical

TW: Self-harm, needles, blood, Logan being kind of stupid

Word count: 1259

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“Shy Requests”

Summary: Virgil is in a terribly bad lee mood but can’t bring himself to ask for what he desperately wants.

Warnings: Tickle fic

Pairings: romantic or platonic Moxiety (Virgil x Patton)

Notes: This is a pretty short one, sorry about that!

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Virgil groaned, squirming for the hundredth time that afternoon.

He knew it was gonna be a long day, but this was just getting ridiculous.

The anxious side had previously snuck into Patton's room and bed, the latter quickly noting their unspoken agreement that this was Virgil's way of saying he needed physical affection. But what Patton didn't know was that Virgil was having one of his incredibly strong lee moods. And, being the anxious person he was, he was too afraid to voice his wanted.

And so there they laid, Patton leaning against the headboard with his arms wrapped around Virgil's waist, the latter facing inward and laying his head into the former's chest. Patton gently ran a hand through the other side's hair, softly humming to himself. And for a while, things were calm.

That is, until Virgil shifted his position once more, cuddling farther into the moral side's arms.

"You alright, kiddo? You keep moving around. Are you uncomfortable?"

Virgil winced at the concern in Patton's voice, feeling slightly guilty. No he wasn't alright! He wanted to be wrecked into oblivion, but the problem was he couldn't bring himself to ask.

But if he continued this any longer, Patton would really start to worry, and that was the last thing Virgil needed.

He would just say it. Simple as that. He would ask Patton to ti- to do that to him, and Patton would say of course because he's a sweetheart, and Virgil would have nothing to worry about. …If only it was that simple.

"Erm, yeah I'm okay… it's just, uh-" the nervous side stuttered, playing with his hands in an attempt to calm himself down.

"Just what, love? You know you can talk to me about anything!"

"I know, it's just…" Virgil continued, feeling the heat rise to his face. God, why was this so hard?

"I'm kinda… in a M-mood… and I was w-wondering if you could-"

Virgil was interrupted from his little shpeel when he felt Patton's chest shake underneath his head, glancing up to see the latter chuckling joyfully.

"What-"

Patton stopped suddenly, bringing his hand under the other side's chin to tilt his head upward, their eyes meeting. His gaze was brimming with fondness, and the anxious side couldn't help but blush further.

"Was that it? You could've told me earlier, silly goose." He responded, a sparkle in his eye. The kind of sparkle that stole Virgil's breath and made his heart skip a beat.

"Right…" he muttered, hiding his face in the shorter boy's chest, an embarrassed smile crawling onto his lips.

Without any further discussion, Virgil jumped slightly as he felt 10 cold fingers make their way underneath his sweater, scratching softly at his sides. He wasn't in the mood to hold back, quiet giggles slipping past his lips as he shook his head, mumbling a,

"Noooohohoho-"

"No what? This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Patton teased, spidering his hands over Virgil's lower ribs.

"Yehehehehes!"

“Make up your mind Giggles, is it yes or no?” The moral side responded, before moving his wiggling fingers to pinch and knead the soft pudge of Virgil’s belly.

“WahahAHAHAIT nahahahaha-!” He couldn’t bring himself to reply, instead opting for throwing his head back on to Patton’s shoulder and kicking his legs out involuntarily. The giggling side reflexively reached out to softly grab his friend’s wrists as a single finger dipped into his unbelievably sensitive navel and began vibrating, though that’s as far as Virgil could get before going limp with laughter.

“AHHHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOD!” He cackled, his legs kicking with more force and his head rocking side-to-side in a futile attempt to get rid of the ticklish sensations bombarding his brain.

Patton then decided to bring it down a notch, switching to softly scritching his nails over the skin where Virgil’s stomach met his sides, eliciting much more tame but still childish titters from the boy. To make matters worse, the anxious side shivered as he felt Patton lean forward and placing gentle tickly kisses from behind the shell of his ear to the back of his neck, moving back and forth to give each spot the same amount of attention.

“Mmhmhmhm!~ Eheheheheh…” Virgil sighed dreamily, melting into the soft touches.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Patton asked, smiling against his friend’s neck as he felt the purple clad boy’s stomach quiver underneath his fingertips.

Virgil simply replied with a lazy nod, still snickering softly with his eyes closed. Patton giggled in response, relishing in the happy laughter and warmth of the flushed boy in his lap.

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Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

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*steals tiny Roman*

How dare you >:O!!

Please return him, you made Remus cry

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Kiss me you animal

Sum: dance like no one is watching

Pair: Virgil/Remus, Dukexiety

Written for @dukexietyweek Day 5: Music

Warnings: song!fic, probably swearing, mild anxious feelings, MCR.

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Remus is bored. Which is never a good thing on it’s own. But he’s also bored and lonely. He wants to do something with someone but he isn’t sure what he wants to do either which make him more frustrated with being bored and lonely. He groans to himself and the walls around him shudder with the force. He’s so bored he actually walks down stairs to the common area instead of just sinking through the ceiling and landing with a crash like he usually does.

The common room is dark, and dingy, and a little messy, but most certainly lived in and loved by its occupants. Remus kind of likes it that way, make it easier to hide stuff in the cushions to be found later for a well awaited prank.

This time the room is not empty. For once in a blue moon Virgil is on the couch, curled up in a tight ball of a blanket with his headphones on. Remus twists his nose up at him in greeting and Virgil flips him off in return. As he passes by he catches the sound of music coming from the headphones and an idea strikes him.

With an easy snap of his fingers, the music stops in the headphones and plays from loudspeakers now lining the top of the room. Some bright colored lights flood the floor and Virgil jumps out of his skin at the sudden new loudness.

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Air Pain

A/N: This my first written work for a fandom. I basically wrote it because I was experiencing it. I guess my motivation to write came from pain, cause I wanted to write so many things over the months which I didn’t.

Ship(s): Platonic/romantic Anxceitmus (you choose)

Characters: Janus, Virgil & Remus.

Summary: Janus experiences an annoyingly and painful pain in the ear.

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sanders sides platonic week: analogical

warnings: food mentions, some cold nerdy bois

words: 1,519

It was unseasonably, unreasonably cold.

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Misconceptions: A Show

Pairing: Intrulogical

Characters: Remus Sanders, Logan Sanders, Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders.

Words: 3.941

Warnings: sympathetic Deceit & Remus, swearing, some graphic talk bc it’s Remus, screaming in caps

Notes: Finally, I can post this monster of a fic -hey there, @princeyssash, guess who was your secret santa? This fic was honestly so much fun to write, I swear -I loved all of the prompts I had, but this one just called to me,,, I had to,,

Big thanks to @purp-man for betaing this fic for me and listening to my 3am rambles, and shoutout to @afulldeckofaces for helping me flesh out some plot points, like Virgil memeing his way through Roman’s plans. You’re the absolute best <33

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It was a normal day in the mindscape.

Patton was humming happily in the kitchen, shuffling around with a pep in his step as he mixed the batter for some cookies. In the living room, Logan and Virgil were enjoying each other’s company while doing their own thing, may it be reading or half-slouching on the couch while scrolling aimlessly through Tumblr.

Everything was peaceful.

Until it wasn’t.

“YOU DIRTY LITTLE SEWER RAT GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!”

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Umm, if you're taking prompts maybe analogical hurt comfort with sad boi logan?? Kinda based off the song Pyjama Pants by Cavetown??

i’ve never heard the song before but it is very Soft and made me Feel Things 

Characters: Virgil, Logan

TW: crying, self-deprecation

Words: 735

This is stupid.

Logan was desperate to talk to Virgil, whose voice could convince him to do anything. But he wasn’t… supposed to care. About something like this, something so trivial and inconsequential, that someone else would never care about.

But here he was.

Logan rubbed more tears from his eyes, typing out a message to his friend. Virgil replied quickly, asking if he was okay, if Virgil should come over.

Despite still shaking from sobs, he typed out a ‘no.’ Virgil… Virgil shouldn’t see him like this. Broken and weak, vulnerable. He wanted to be able to cry into Virgil’s arms, feel the comfort that came from Virgil’s mere existence. 

But why would he care?

Why would he want someone so pathetic? Someone who cried over little things- but they didn’t seem little while he cried. He felt as if losing this single opportunity, he’d lost everything. There would be other opportunities, yes, but… he couldn’t mess something up.

It wasn’t just the internship. It was the thought that maybe, maybe I’m not as smart as I thought. Maybe he didn’t deserve all the praise he’d gotten, the straight A’s, the recommendations, being seen as smart at all.

Being seen that way by Virgil.

If Logan told him what happened, would he mean anything to Virgil anymore? He’d tutored his friend when he needed it, it’s possible that it was the only reason Virgil had even stuck around.

Not only that, but Logan had been the strong one. The one who never cried, who was there to help everyone else. What would Virgil think if he was incapable of that? What if he hurt Virgil?

let me come over

No. He… he was sure to lose Virgil if he saw him like this.

It’s alright, it doesn’t matter that much anyway.

nah, lo, im coming over

Logan sighed, but he knew Virgil was too stubborn to stop. He pulled his blankets over him, waiting for the worst to come.

“Logan, why’s your door unlocked?”

He’d slammed it in frustration when he arrived home, apparently forgetting to lock it.

“Lo?”

“I’m in my room.”

He heard Virgil’s footsteps come from in the hallway, and soon a warm hand on his back. He didn’t turn over, dreading the moment when Virgil would feel his sobs, see his red face, when he’d be repulsed by Logan’s ugliness and leave.

So he sank into the touch.

“Hey, you alright?”

Virgil gently brushed his hand along Logan’s arm, taking the blanket and pulling it up until he could see his friend’s face. Logan’s anxiety could no longer hold back his sobs, wrenching the blanket back over him. God, was he a fucking child?

“Hey, hey, Logan, sit up, it’s okay, it’s okay…”

Logan let Virgil pull him up and into his arms, hiding his face in Virgil’s chest. Well… he hadn’t left yet.

“What happened? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Logan shook his head, gripping tight to Virgil’s hoodie. Virgil tilted his head up a little, running his hands through his hair, coming to rest his hand on Logan’s cheek. With his other hand, he took off Logan’s wet and blurred glasses, placing them safely on the side table.

“Whatever it was, you’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay, Lo.”

He felt stupid for simply shaking his head again. It wouldn’t be okay if he wasn’t who he thought he was, who he was supposed to be.

“Yes. Yes you are. Unless you just found out you have a diagnosis for ‘not going to be okay ever,’ I’m sure you’re going to be okay at some point. Okay?”

He was right. Someday this moment would likely be forgotten. Nothing could last forever, not even negative feelings.

He steadied his breathing, nodding slowly, the warm hand on his face surely feeling his blush. He relaxed his arms, letting them curl around Virgil’s back. He just wanted to be close. Warm.

Virgil pulled the blanket properly around Logan, holding it tightly around him and letting his friend’s tears die down.

“You wanna watch a movie?”

“Y-yeah.”

Virgil put one on, cuddling up to Logan and wrapping his arms around his stomach, pulling him halfway onto his chest. Logan swore he could feel his heart beating as quickly as his at first, but the thought faded along with his consciousness as he fell asleep, Virgil’s head nuzzled in his neck.

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A Prinxiety kiss for the ✨Soul✨

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Here's a little remus gif that i spent way too long on

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Logan, sitting at his desk: I have work to do

Remus, in his lap, koala clinging to him, unmoving: Aw, I hope you can get it done quickly, I miss you

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I've been reading the very limited amount of Blind Deceit and I thought of something cute 💛 He used to read stories to Virgil and Remus when Thomas was young, with the two never knowing that it was braille. Years later, Remus finds their old story books and decides to ask Dee about them in front of everyone. It leads to them all finding out that he's blind, Patton finding out that he's a great Dad and Virgil (whom he hasn't made up with yet) asking him to read after a Nightmare that night 💜

I had a lot of fun with this one! I really love Blind Deceit, and really hope you enjoy this!!!

Pairings: None/All platonic

Warnings: None really? Just lmk if I need to add anything!

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Deceit was relaxing on the couch in the mind palace, one earbud in as he listened to a podcast. He and Remus had been… Mostly accepted. Things were still sometimes really tense, and he knew it would take a while for everything to settle. But Deceit took advantage of the calm day they were having. Roman and Patton were baking, if their laughter and the strong scent of chocolate was anything to go by. Virgil was still napping, or maybe just quietly scrolling on his phone. Deceit hadn’t heard a peep from him in a while. And Logan was reading nearby on the couch, the only indication he was there to Deceit being the frequent sound of pages turning.

And Remus was nowhere to be found.

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