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#sanders sides#cartoon therapy#logan sanders#loceit#analogical#logince#intrulogical#logicality#lomile#losleep#thomgan
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always the fool with the slowest heart (Ao3)
Words: 534
Warning/s: unsure of the warnings. It is a short sad snippet. Hurt/no comfort (?)
Pairing/s: none, unless you want to count Thomas and Logan
Author's Note: Dialogue is taken from The Banshees of Inisherin. I found it from an audio on an Instagram Reel, realised I couldn't make an animatic, and decided to write it instead. Cross posted on Ao3 ; song in title is Gilded Lily by Cults.
Summary:
And for a moment, he feels rebellious. Defiant. Just for a moment. The feeling is barely flickering.
But the feeling is rising and that's all the moment he needs.
alternatively, in a moment of need and desperation, Logan speaks up to Thomas and realises he's infinitesimal compared to His Sun.
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Heat slowly builds in Logan's chest cavity. It starts in his heart and crawls and clings to his lungs and rakes down into his arms and into his fingers. It spreads across his shoulders; shocking and prickling. The sparks are begging, revolting, beseeching in his head and into his mouth.
And for a moment, he feels rebellious. Defiant. Just for a moment. The feeling is barely flickering.
But the feeling is rising and that's all the moment he needs.
"You used to be nice."
There are lights glaring in the corner of his vision and a camera— unmoving, unblinking— as it bores a hole into the side of Logan's head. Sparse green light on the camera reflects on Logan's glasses and Logan reflects in the camera's eye.
He is squeezing his tie. Fingers wrapped very tightly around the fabric. His still mouth partially open from his... outburst. Thomas is staring at him, eyebrows furrowed... he looks utterly lost. His mouth is one thin line and his cheeks are slender; there is not a single word on his tongue as he narrows his eyes. Tilting his head slightly, like a confused dog, like what Logan had just blurted out didn't comprehend in his mind. Or as if he didn't hear him at all (it's familiar).
And Logan is staring at Thomas.
"What are you on about, calculator watch?" Logan can hear Roman distantly from across the room. A little speck of dust on the floor— all of them are. Roman, Patton, Virgil, they're all infinitesimal. They're the empty spaces in between the words on his schedule.
"You... used to be nice..." Logan repeats, "kind." Fingers running up and down his tie; a safety net.
He remembers distinct words, blaring in his head as if it's his morning alarm.
"But who do you really want to scream that at?"
He squeezes his eyes shut. Multicoloured stars dance in the abyss.
The sound of feet running down the stairs, clothes being ripped off their hangers and tossed to the floor callously, a box kicked, and empty promises that taste like the yellow of a lemon. ("Another day, Logan, I promise.") The door clicks shut. And Logan is standing there.
Alone.
He feels his clipboard go cold underneath his fingers, despite him never releasing it from his iron tight grip.
Logan opens his eyes, pressure building in his head. It beats against the inside of his skull. "Or... did you never used to be?"
His world towers over him... or perhaps... his sun (his star) is a better word. Bright and blinding and blazing. Logan feels as if he is orbiting around Him, absorbing as much heat as he can get without reaching forward and simply touching Him (he's worried he'd get burned). Logan is the earth. Needing the sun in order to breathe and survive. The Sun doesn't need him, though. Peacefully spinning. Blissfully unaware of the planets around him. The same planets that are colliding with each other without His connection. The same connection that is slipping through his fingers.
His Sun is enormous in front of Logan.
And Logan realises he's infinitesimal, too.
"Oh god," Logan says.
He pauses.
"Maybe you never used to be."
#sanders sides#thomas sanders#logan sanders#um.#idk what else 2 tag#blog tags ->#revys works!#thomgan#??? sure. ok.#logan#thomas#fanfics!
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three thomas/sides christmas fics about nothing in particular
i'm dreaming of a white christmas - thomas/logan
it's alright; i love you - thomas/patton
and nothing could go wrong (unless that's what you'd like) - thomas/remus
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Chatting in my discord server when one of my friends says this. (Blocked identifying stuff in case friend would like to remain anon).
So being the Remus kinnie that I am… I had to Make It Worse™️
You’re welcome.
#thomas x sides#thomasxsides#not safe for sanders#not safe for minors#txs headcanons#thomasxsides memes#Thomceit#lomas#thomxiety#Intrumas#Pattmas#romthom#romas#Thomgan
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Reading Voice
- Fourth (4th) Day of Thomgan Week (Courtesy of ThomasxSides Weeks 2022)
Ship: Thomgan/Lomas (Logan x Character!Thomas)
Summary: Thomas and Logan like each other's voices for different reasons.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 553
Prompt: Reading
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If there is one thing that Logan and Thomas have in common, it's that they love each other's voices.
Sure, Logan and Thomas have the same voice because Logan is a mere facet of his boyfriend's personality but that didn't stop him or the others from having a distinct appearance compared to Thomas.
That being said, they somehow have been enamored by each other's voices. With Logan, while he won't admit it outright, he is completely enamored by Thomas' singing voice. There is something about Thomas' singing voice that is so hypnotic. Perhaps it is the soft and gentle tone whenever Thomas sings a song from a Disney movie or the loud and bold tone whenever Thomas recites or simply sings a song from a musical. He isn't sure which tone of voice he likes better but, either way, he won't complain about which tone Thomas chooses to use that day.
A normal day for Logan, at this point, is him reading a book and suddenly hearing his boyfriend sing whatever song is on his mind. If it was Roman, Logan probably would tell him to quiet down as he was trying to read with throwing a couch cushion to his face being a final resort. But emotions are weird and Logan just smiles a small but noticeable smile as Thomas continues to sing while doing whatever he needs to do. He's not sure what he would do without Thomas' pleasant singing voice making his day just a bit better.
Even if Logan doesn't know why it works that way.
On the other side, Thomas recently started to fall for Logan's voice as well. Specifically, his reading voice. It was precise and sharp like Logan and oh, Thomas just couldn't get over the fact that it just fit his boyfriend so damn well. Call him a hopeless romantic but if he wasn't dating Logan, he's pretty sure this would be the thing to have him head over heels for him.
Then again, he still is head over heels for Logan despite being in a relationship for well over 5 months.
And yet despite Logan's reading voice being precise and sharp, it was also soft and gentle when need be. Such as when Logan stated facts and figures to calm Thomas during a moral dilemma or when he read quietly to Thomas who was in a half-asleep state.
Just like right now…
Logan hadn't even noticed Thomas falling asleep on him while they read. Logan only noticed when he turned his head towards Thomas, who decided to lay his head on his boyfriend's shoulder while they read, to ask him if they would like to end today's reading session here. Logan, again, didn't understand how a person like Thomas could cause so many…feelings within him. The logical Side smiled as he continued to stare at his beloved, satisfied to see Thomas finally asleep after being unable to do so for the past few days. Logan was hesitant to move the sleeping man, in fear that he'll wake him up, so he decided to let Thomas sleep like this while he summoned a book that he personally wanted to finish. They can finish the book they wanted to read another time.
Yes, Thomas loves Logan's reading voice as much as Logan loves Thomas' singing voice.
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Tagging: @thomasxsides
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Yeah...I'm not sure if this counts for the prompt but, oh well. I have something good planned for Friday for this ship that I'm pretty excited about, just you wait.
~ 🌌, the Hotel Manager
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logan + another side: *cuddling, logan's asleep*
logan: *suddenly opens eyes a little and looks at the other side, not fully awake* "mmm... you're cute..."
other side:
#logan#logan sanders#ts logan#sanders sides#ts sides#logince#logicality#analogical#loceit#intrulogical#lomile#losleep#thomgan#kacey's original posts#i'm soft for sleepy logan y'all it's just a fact#oh heck 100 notes#500 notes jfdhshfjs
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Logan sighed as a soft hand pressed against him cheek, such a soft touch that he couldn't help but lean into. His eyes closed as he relaxed more, now realizing how touch starved he was. He could hear the other chuckle slightly, commenting on how adorable he was. He felt his cheeks warm up a bit as he mumbled a soft "shush", sounding more relaxed and tired then angry.
The other cooed at this before saying "c'mere love.." and removing their hand from their cheek, only to hug Logan close. Logan sighed a bit, adoring this, adoring it more when the other softly pet his hair. With a kiss on the head, Logan only mumbled a few incoherent words as he fell asleep.
#im very touch starved#ಥ‿ಥ#drabble#ts logan#logince#loceit#intrulogical#thomgan#lomile#losleep#whatever ship you want#could be platonic#could be a self insert#idc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Sleepality - Inky Freckles
SHIPS: Sleepality, background Virmile and Thomgan, and mentioned Dukeceit (though neither of them show up)
WARNINGS: Remus sends one text message with an implied threat (not towards the recipient), very very background sympathetic deceit and remus (they aren't acc in any scenes), mild swearing
GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread
Masterpost
Patton chewed distractedly on the end of his pen, tapping his foot on his bedroom floor as his eyes remained on his clock, watching as the seconds and the minutes ticked by.
Five minutes. Ten seconds.
Five minutes and ten seconds until the moment he turned sixteen.
January 15th, 1:46 am on the dot: the exact date and time of Patton’s birth. Precisely sixteen years after that moment, his soul would open up, and the bond between him and his soulmate would be formed, like an invisible string from one soul to the other. Any ink spilled on Patton’s skin would show up on his soulmate’s, too, and vice versa. Of course, nothing would happen if Patton’s soulmate wasn’t also sixteen yet, but it was still a big moment in his young life.
(If he even had a soulmate, that was. Most people didn’t, but Patton wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hopeful.)
Four minutes. Thirty-six seconds.
Patton got up from his desk, pacing around the room a few times before sitting down on his bed, leaning back against the pillows and pulling his knees to his chest. Despite the coolness of his room, and the goose-bumps on his arms, he was dressed in a worn blue t-shirt and pyjama shorts, revealing as much skin as possible, just in case. His father, Roman, had gifted him a new pack of pens – the ones made specially to be safe for skin – and he’d picked out the glittery light blue one, his favourite colour, ready to write.
Three minutes. Twelve seconds.
“Come on, come on, come on,” Patton mumbled.
Three minutes. Seven seconds.
He yawned loudly, stretching and almost dropping his pen. It was late – much later than he usually stayed up. Patton was a well-behaved kid; he went to bed when his father told him to, never stayed out past curfew. He was usually fast asleep by 11pm at latest, so this was rather unusual for him.
Tonight was one of a kind, after all.
Two minutes. Fifty-one seconds.
The tick of the clock was maddeningly slow, every second seeming to take hours. Patton couldn’t wait for when he didn’t have to keep watching.
He reached over to his bedside table, taking his phone and switching it on.
There was one new message, from his uncle Remus, sent a few minutes ago.
UNCLE REMUS
tell your soulmate if he ever hurts you ill rip off his dick and shove it down his throat
Patton sighed, switching off his phone and placing it back down beside him. He wasn’t sure why his uncle was so certain that he had a soulmate – he claimed it was because he was psychic, though his husband, Janus, had chided him and told him not to get Patton’s hopes up.
It was hard not to be hopeful. Impossible.
One minute. Forty-nine seconds.
Patton chewed nervously on his lip, looking over his freckled arms and wondering what exactly he’d write to his soulmate.
Would a simple ‘hello’ suffice?
There was no point in writing a whole paragraph, especially when it was statistically unlikely that Patton even had a soulmate – and even if he did, perhaps they were younger, and their connection wouldn’t start until his soulmate turned sixteen, too.
One minute. Zero seconds.
A minute. A minute. A minute. Just a minute until Patton (maybe) talked to his soulmate for the first time. That was so little time – though it felt like so much.
Patton couldn’t help but burst into delighted laughter, and he was sure that if anybody was watching him, they’d think he was insane. The hope bubbled up inside him, like a cup overflowing with water, unable to be suppressed.
Fifty seconds.
He moved forward, and then lay down on his back, spreading his arms out like a starfish.
Patton tried to keep the hope down, tried to keep it from spilling over even more. Or maybe that was nausea, swirling in his stomach, but it almost felt too good to be that. Too happy. Too excited. Both, maybe.
Forty seconds.
Patton twirled the pen in his hand.
It slipped from his fingers, hitting the carpet with a quiet thump.
He bent down – wobbling slightly and nearly tumbling right off his bed – picking it back up and then sitting up again. He moved so his back was pressed against the wall, and tilted his head up to look at the pattern at the ceiling, counting each swirl.
He glanced back at the clock.
Twenty seconds.
His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and his eyes remained on the clock, watching it tick.
Ten seconds.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Zero.
Zero. Zero. Zero.
Patton sat up straight, squeezing the pen tightly, so tightly that his nails dug into his palm.
He pulled off the cap, dropping it on the bed beside him and holding the tip just above his wrist. His hand shook (nervousness or excitement? Both) as he pondered what to write for another moment.
He pressed the pen to his skin.
Hello?
Hopefully that was good enough.
Patton waited a few seconds, almost a whole minute, and then sighed, leaning back so his head hit the wall and closing his eyes. He was disappointed, but he knew that it was his own fault. He shouldn’t have let himself get so hopeful. Maybe he didn’t have a soulmate – that was alright, his uncles weren’t soulmates and yet they were wonderfully happy together.
(But his brother, Emile, did have a soulmate, and there was something amazing about the way he and Virgil could practically read each other’s minds, communicating effortlessly without saying a word. Patton wanted that. He really, desperately wanted that, more than anything else in the world.)
He wouldn’t cry.
He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t.
His lower lip trembled.
All of a sudden, Patton felt a funny sensation on his wrist, like someone else was writing on it – the non-existent pen so light on his skin he almost couldn’t feel it. Almost.
Patton’s eyes shot open, and he immediately lifted his wrist to stare at it, wide-eyed.
His breath stuttered at the words now written in black ink just below his greeting.
holy shit
Before Patton could truly process what was going on, before he could regain his breath, the sensation resumed, and more words began to appear below those first ones.
hi
guess im ur soulmate lol
Patton couldn’t help but giggle, practically vibrating with excitement.
He picked his pen back up, ignoring the slight stain he’d left on his bedsheets. He’d spilt enough juice and milk on his bed to care about one little stain, especially right now, when he had a much more important thing to focus on.
Oh my gosh!!!!!!
Soulmate!!!
Im Patton!
Patton Picani!!!
thats a lot of exclamation marks babe
Nervousness tinged the edges of Patton’s bubble of excitement, enough that he almost didn’t notice the use of the word ‘babe’, which made his heart skip a beat.
sorry
not a bad thing
its cute
Patton bit his lip, wiggling excitedly as his heartrate increased. He watched as the words continued coming. They were messy, but Patton was sure the handwriting was the prettiest he’d ever seen, though he could admit that he might’ve been a little biased. He would read a million books written in this handwriting.
im Remy
Sanders
my bdays acc the 16th lol
tomorrow
i turn 17
Its my birthday today!!!!
Only after Patton wrote that did he realise how obvious it was – of course it was his birthday – but he didn’t particularly care. The ticking of the clock had faded into background noise, and it was hard to believe it had ever annoyed him so much, though it was impossible for him to think of anything negative right now. He was floating on cloud nine.
happy birthday
were running out of arm space
id have to strip to get leg room
wanna gimme ur number?
Okay!!!
They quickly exchanged phone numbers, and Patton immediately grabbed his phone, creating a new contact labelled ‘Remy’ followed by seven colourful hearts – a rainbow of love. But before he could text Remy, Remy texted him first.
REMY:
what time is it for u
Patton glanced at the clock.
PATTON:
Almost 2am
REMY:
same
Realisation struck Patton, and his eyes widened with guilt and concern. He bit his lip, and quickly resumed typing.
PATTON:
Oh my gosh im so sorry!!!! Did I wake you up?
REMY:
nah babe dw bout it
i was already up
i always sleep late
PATTON:
That sounds unhealthy :(
Get some rest!!!
REMY:
ha
u sound like my dads lol
PATTON:
What are they like?
REMY:
my dads?
its just the three of us
their names are logan and thomas and theyre the sappiest motherfuckers on earth
gotta love em tho
theyre gonna be real thrilled when they find out bout u
bet theyll love you right away
wbu
whats ur fam like
PATTON:
Oh! Well ive got my dad
His name’s Roman
He works in theatre!!! Hes so cool
And I’ve got my older brother Emile hes 22 and hes a therapist
He uses cartoons to help people!!
Hes also got a soulmate his name is Virgil and hes a florist
They got married last year and the wedding was so much fun!!! So many pretty flowers!!!
And I’ve got my uncle Remus hes my dads twin hes a writer and his husband Janus is a lawyer theyre also both so cool!!!
And that’s everyone!!
REMY:
if theyre all as sweet as u sugar then im sure ur all v popular
PATTON:
Well we do have dinner with our neighbours a lot!!!
Mrs Smith gives me lots of candy
Its often stale but I eat it anyway cos shes just so sweet!
Sweeter than her candy lol
Patton’s door suddenly swung open, and he jumped, his phone slipping from his fingers and landing right in his lap. His father, Roman, stepped inside, yawning and rubbing his eyes, wincing at the bright light that hung from the ceiling.
“You still up, Pat?” He asked sleepily.
He squinted, his eyes landing on the still-on phone in Patton’s lap.
“Who are you te- by the glittering horn of a unicorn! Is that writing on your arm?” He sat down, taking Patton’s arm and looking over the words. He then glanced back up at his son, his eyes shining excitedly. “You have a soulmate,” He breathed.
“I do!” Patton exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in place. “His name is Remy and he turns seventeen tomorrow and he’s just so cool!”
Roman beamed. “Wow, I’m so incredibly happy for you, Pat!” He said. Then, he chuckled, his smile turning a little teasing. “But... it’s late, and you really should be sleeping. And I’m betting that Remy should be, too.”
Patton pouted a little. “But it’s a Friday! I don’t have any school tomorrow.”
“But the family’s coming over tomorrow at 10 for your birthday, and I know you. You’re gonna be all grumbly in the morning, instead of our happy-pappy Patton, and that’ll be even worse the less sleep you get.”
Patton drooped, like a little wilting flower, but couldn’t deny that his father was right.
“Okay...” He frowned, picking up his phone, switching off the screen without looking at it, and holding it against his chest. “Can I at least say night to Remy, first?”
Roman smiled. “Sure.”
He leant forward, squeezing Patton’s arm supportively, before pressing a quick kiss to his son’s forehead. Roman gave him one last smile, affectionately ruffling his hair, before pulling back and standing up. He brushed the non-existent dirt from his pyjamas.
“Goodnight, Pat,” He said. “And happy birthday.”
In the excitement that was talking to Remy, Patton had almost forgotten that it was his birthday, and he blinked in surprise as Roman left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Patton then took a deep breath, before switching his phone back on to see whatever messages he’d missed.
REMY:
u rlly r an angel huh
PATTON:
Awwwww!!
Your making me blush
REMY:
thats the goal babe
PATTON:
Such a flirt!!
REMY:
im gonna be ten times more flirty when i get to see ur pretty face in person
PATTON:
How do you know Im pretty?
You havent even seen me yet
REMY:
i can just tell
im awesome like that
i bet ur the cutest person in the whole damn world
the whole damn universe
but while were on the subject of seeing each other
were waiting to meet naturally right?
PATTON:
Yeah!
Its good luck
REMY:
yea
PATTON:
Welp!!!
Dad says I gotta go to sleep now!!
Night <3<3<3
REMY:
night xoxox
Patton switched off his phone, placing it on his bedside table and getting off the bed. He wobbled slightly as he stood up, suddenly realising how tired he really was, and quickly walked up to his fairy lights, switching them on before switching off the main light. He then climbed back into bed, settling in the soft nest of pastel pillows and blankets, and his last thought before he fell asleep was of his soulmate.
He barely knew Remy, but he already couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with him.
***
The sound of the alarm from Remy’s phone rang through the room, waking him up suddenly. His immediate reaction was to groan, shutting it off quickly and then returning to the warm comfort of his mattress and pillows and blanket. It was the weekend, he had no plans, so if his dads wanted him up, they could come in and get him up themselves. Remy wanted to sleep.
Then, the memories of the night before flooded back to him, and he shot up in bed, pulling out his arm and staring at it wide-eyed.
The words Patton had written last night had now been washed away – likely to leave room for new words and new conversations – whilst Remy’s words still remained, though now a little smudged and faded. The only sign that Patton’s words had ever been there in the first place was the new word on his wrist, just below his palm, in baby blue, like the ones before.
Morning <3
Remy grinned, jumping out of bed much more enthusiastically than he usually did, grabbing the black pen on his bedside table and rushing to the bathroom, thankfully not bumping into either of his dads on the way there.
He washed his arms as quickly as he could, leaving them a little sore and red, though he didn’t care, and uncapped his pen with his teeth, leaving the lid in his mouth.
mornin
!!!!!
Do you always get up this late?
Remy laughed. The handwriting was a little larger and a little neater than his, and each i was dotted with a heart, which made him even more convinced that his soulmate was probably the cutest person on earth.
what time is it
10:30
later usually
what time did u get up
8:30
oof
i could never
What do you do for school then?
suffer
Remy took the pen lid out of his mouth, pocketing it and twirling the uncapped pen between his fingers, watching as more light blue words appeared on his arm. The sensation was feather-light, barely there, but impossible to ignore.
Aww no!!
I don’t want you to suffer :(
dw babe ive got coffee
life saver
id die without it
100%
Well make sure you don’t drink too much!!!!
Its bad for you!!
dw my dad always tells me that
he keeps an eye on it
Which one?
logan
Okay
There was a brief pause, and Remy almost continued writing, but he got the feeling that Patton wasn’t done, so he just waited patiently, tapping his foot against the tiled bathroom floor.
Do you mind if I doodle on my arms?
I usually do when Im bored but I thought Id ask
I wont if you don’t want me to tho
go ahead
what do u doodle?
I usually just connect my freckles
Like little constellations!!!!
It was impossible to keep the grin on Remy’s face from widening – Patton's enthusiasm was adorable and infectious – and he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, crossing one leg over the other as he pressed his pen to his skin and continued writing.
u got a lot of freckles?
Yup!
Theyre everywhere
everywhere?
Yeah!
hm
one day
im gonna kiss every single one of your freckles
(Perhaps that was a little bold for only their second conversation, but Remy was a natural flirt, and Patton was his soulmate, after all. He’d back down at any sign of discomfort, but so far Patton had seemed receptive.)
every single one
Thats a lot of kisses
not enough
but itll be a good start
A little, swirly scribble appeared just beside the words Remy had written – the universal key-smash equivalent for soulmates writing on their skin. Just the thought that he was already able to fluster Patton so easily made Remy very, very happy. He grinned.
Gtg! Presents time!
Ill talk to you later <3<3<3
later xoxo
Remy fished the pen lid back out of his pocket, capping the pen and pocketing it. He then strolled back out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and towards the kitchen.
His fathers were both sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and talking. Their legs were pressed together under the table, and it was clear they’d just been flirting. Both Logan and Thomas looked up when Remy entered the room, surprised.
“What kind of natural disaster got you up before midday?” Thomas joked.
Remy waved his arm, showing off the writing, and Logan choked on his coffee. Thomas patted his back a few times worriedly, and Remy waited impatiently for the conversation to resume, tapping his foot against the floor.
“Is that what I think it is?” Logan asked incredulously, once he was breathing again.
Remy nodded. “Yup. Can I make coffee?”
Thomas nodded slowly, but it was clear he was much more focused on the previous topic at hand.
“You have a soulmate?” He asked. “Oh my gosh! What’s their name? Aren’t you gonna tell us about them?”
“Well, his name’s Patton,” Remy began, heading towards the coffee machine and immediately getting to work to make himself a large mug. “It’s his birthday today – it was actually, like, 2am, or something – and he’s real cute. I think you’ll both like him.”
Thomas exchanged a look with his husband – the former much more openly thrilled, whilst the latter looked more confused, though undeniably pleased. He then stood up, opening his arms immediately.
“I think this calls for a family hug,” Thomas grinned.
Logan sighed, but put his own coffee mug back down, getting up obediently.
Remy groaned. “Really? Before my coffee? Do I have to?”
“Yup! Right now,” Thomas said, wrapping one arm around Logan’s waist and resting his chin on his head, keeping his other arm outstretched, awaiting their son. “This is a big moment! It calls for a family hug. C’mere.”
“There is no point refusing, Remy,” Logan said dryly. “I learnt that a long time ago.”
“Aww, you love me.”
“Of course. That is why we got married, after all.”
Remy groaned again. “Are you two really flirting, right now? Gross.”
“Well, if you want us to stop flirting, you’re gonna have to join the hug.”
Remy sighed exaggeratedly, dragging his feet as he walked up to his dads, reluctantly joining the family hug. Then, he pulled back as quickly as he could get away with, making a face and turning back to the coffee machine. He quickly made himself a large mug – with excessive amounts of milk and sugar, something his father would usually criticise, though he seemed to turn a blind eye for today.
Remy then sat down at the table, beside Thomas, sipping eagerly at his coffee and leaning back in his chair.
His fathers didn’t take their eyes off of his arm, clearly reading the words, and after about a minute, Remy rolled his eyes, placing the coffee on his table and crossing his arms.
“What are you looking at?”
“Attitude, Remy,” Thomas sighed. “Be nice. And we’re looking at your arm because we’re excited! You have a soulmate, that’s a really big deal! We should celebrate.”
Remy perked up. “Celebrate?”
Logan nodded in agreement. “Perhaps tonight we could have dinner at the Italian place that you like.”
“Ooh, the one with that fancy pasta?”
“Weren’t we planning on going there tomorrow?” Thomas asked his husband.
Remy blinked, surprised. “We were?”
Thomas blinked, and then gave his husband a slightly sheepish smile. “I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that.”
Logan sighed. “Well, I think we can put that off for tomorrow, then. Today... you may invite a few friends over.” Remy opened his mouth, but Logan quickly continued, interrupting him before he could speak. “Three friends, maximum. No parties.”
Remy pouted. “Only three? Lame.”
“If you complain, we’ll bring it down to two.”
“Three sounds great!”
***
Patton picked up his phone, holding it to his ear as he paced casually around his room.
“Emile!” He greeted. “How are you?”
“Happy birthday, Pat!” Emile greeted cheerfully, and Patton could practically hear the usual smile on his face. “And I’m doing great. Virgil invited his brother to dinner yesterday, so that was fun, and I had a real breakthrough with one of my clients, too. You?”
“I’m good! Hey, do you think this counts as Remy and my anniversary? I mean, I know we haven’t actually really met, yet, but it’s been a year since we first spoke, and we are soulmates. Does that count? Would it be weird to count it?”
Emile hummed. “I think that if you want it to count, it counts.”
“That’s a bit vague,” Patton sighed.
Emile laughed. “That’s just how it works, I’m afraid. How is Remy anyway? It’s his birthday tomorrow, right?”
Patton perked up at the opportunity to talk about his soulmate. “Remy’s great! He got a new job at the Starbucks near his house; he’s pretty excited about it. And yup, it’s his birthday tomorrow! He turns eighteen. It’s a funny coincidence, isn’t it? That our birthdays are so close?”
“It’s actually a lot more common for soulmates to have these similarities than you’d think,” Emile said. “Close birthdays, close locations, things like that. I mean, Virgil and I were both born in the same hospital.”
“Really? Oh, that’s cool!” Patton smiled.
He sat down on his bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged, and moving so his back was against the wall, half-sitting on one of his pillows.
“Yup! I’ve researched a lot about these things,” Emile said. “And- oh, Virgil, there you are!”
Patton heard rustling on the other end of the line, like Emile was temporarily putting his phone down, probably to greet and kiss his husband. He waited patiently, humming a song from the Steven Universe movie and drumming his fingers against his leg. His eyes scanned the various words written across his arms. Shiny black and glittery light blue. There were doodles, too – lines connecting the dots of his freckles, done by himself, and little stars and moons and hearts by Remy.
Then the rustling resumed, more movement, and Patton stopped humming.
“Morning, Pat,” Virgil greeted.
Patton smiled. “Virgil! How’s work going?”
“Not bad. I helped a guy arrange a hate-bouquet for his ex-boyfriend yesterday, so that was fun.”
“Sounds interesting!”
Virgil hummed in agreement, and it sounded like he was nodding. “I’m gonna hand the phone back to Emile, now. Happy birthday, kid.”
“Thanks!”
There was another moment of rustling, and then Emile returned.
“Okay, Virgil and I have to get to work,” Emile said. “We’re stopping by later for dinner, dad already knows. And, before you ask, no I will not tell you what your gift is, you’re gonna have to wait and see.”
Patton pouted. “Aww, okay. Bye!”
“Bye!”
Patton hung up the phone, before switching over to the texting app, and opening up his conversation with Remy.
PATTON
Hey im running out of space
So im gonna clean my arm
Can you too?
Remy responded almost immediately, as he usually did.
REMY
sure
one sec
Patton smiled, getting up and pocketing his phone. He headed over to the bathroom, quickly scrubbing away the words on his arms (he could leave the ones still remaining on his legs and torso, for now), and watching as Remy’s words disappeared at about the same time.
He then returned to his bedroom, sitting back down on his bed and fetching and uncapping his favourite pen.
The moment the tip of his pen touched his skin, a small black dot appeared just below it, like Remy was doing the exact same on his side – unintentionally trying to write in unison. All of a sudden, a wave of peace and happiness washed over Patton, but the emotions didn’t come from within himself. No, they came from an outside source, from somewhere else. Not from him.
From Remy.
At first, Patton was confused, disoriented, and then his heart skipped a beat, and he lifted his pen from his wrist.
The feeling stopped.
He then returned the pen to his wrist, creating another dot of light blue ink. For a moment, nothing happened, the feeling didn’t return, but then a small black speck appeared just beside his.
This time, the happiness was joined by an almost cautious excitement, tinged with something else.
What was it?
Love?
Love.
It felt like Patton was loving himself, except the love came from elsewhere, it came from Remy. Like a warm, comfortable blanket of love, wrapping around him and keeping him safe.
Patton beamed, wide and toothy and delighted, leaning back against the pillows and practically wiggling with excitement, careful to keep his pen tip on his wrist. A similar, thrilled feeling came back at him, and Patton quickly realised that whatever feelings he was getting from Remy, Remy was probably getting some very similar feelings in return from him.
damn babe
either something v weird is happening to me or thats ur feelings im feeling
I can feel it too!!!
Oh my gosh!
good i was worried i might be drunk
Have you been drinking?
nah thats why i was worried lmao
would be v weird to be drunk with no booze
Well that sure would be unusual!
The feelings from Remy weren’t constant, they only surfaced when both Patton and Remy were writing at once – flashes of emotions that were practically addicting. He wanted to keep feeling those feelings forever.
this is v weird
on and off
think itll get more constant the more we talk?
like we wont need to be both writing at the same time to feel it or smth?
Yeah!
I think so
Thats what happened with Em and Virge at least
cool
cant wait
There was a brief pause, and then Remy’s writing resumed.
can we doodle?
might make the empathy connection thingy better
Sure!
Patton giggled, unable to help himself, before pressing the tip of his pen to one of his freckles and drawing a thin line from it to another. Then another and another and another. Over and around the written words. He wasn’t making any specific shape or pattern in particular, just connecting the numerous dots. As he did this, Patton felt new shapes and doodles appearing on his legs, though he couldn’t see them through his trousers. Hearts and stars and moons and pawprints, most likely. The last one was new – Patton’s favourite.
He could feel Remy’s peace and contentment and love (love, love), like it was flowing through the air and seeping through his skin, filling him with happiness. Sometimes, it even increased for a brief moment, usually just after Patton’s happiness bubbled over into delighted giggles. It was a cycle – happiness creating happiness creating happiness.
Patton loved Remy. Remy loved Patton.
Love. Love. Love.
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“Hey, Remy!”
Remy glanced up from his phone, straightening up as noticed and watched his best friend, Toby, approaching him. His foot tapped impatiently against the pavement, and his sunglasses were on to shield his eyes from bright midday sun.
“Gurl, what was taking you so long?” Remy complained, stuffing his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms, practically pouting. “I’ve been waiting here for, like, hours.”
Toby gave him a dry look. “I’m ten minutes late.”
“And that’s, like, ten hours in gay-and-in-a-hurry time.”
“In a hurry? What the hell are we even doing? Your text was very vague.”
“Well, it’s my dad’s birthday in a-”
“Which one?”
“Thomas. Bitch, stop interrupting me.”
Toby laughed, and Remy glared at him. He held his hands up defensively in mock surrender, and then gestured for Remy to continue.
“Anyway, it’s my dad’s birthday on Sunday and I’m supposed to get him a gift. I dunno what, though, so you’re gonna help me.”
“I’m pretty sure you know him better than I do.”
Remy shushed him. “Gurl, I am not letting you get out of helping me. So, we’re going to-”
He suddenly froze, going silent. Remy’s brow then creased, too, and after a moment of stillness he began to rapidly pat his arms and legs, like he was looking for something, though he didn’t seem to find it. Toby gave him a bewildered look.
“Dude, what are you doing?”
“I can feel Patton’s emotions,” Remy said.
He could, but only barely – just little hints of Patton, pricking the edges of his soul – much less than he was used to, but still impossible to ignore. He was used to these feelings by now, always recognising them immediately, though this time it was... different.
“Okay... so, he’s writing to you? Isn’t that normal?”
Remy looked back at him, looking just as confused as Toby. “No, he isn’t. He isn’t writing to me. No ink.”
“He... isn’t?”
“I can always feel it,” Remy explained. “Always. But not right now. Why... why-” He froze, his eyes widening behind his dark sunglasses.
“What?”
“He must be close. He must- oh my god, he must be close!” Remy looked around quickly, at all of the surrounding pedestrians. None of them looked right – none of them were Patton – but he could practically sense him. He was so close.
Toby blinked. “Really?” He asked incredulously.
“Yes. Yes, really. I know what I’m talking about!” Remy exclaimed, perhaps a little harsher than intended. “The empath shit only happens when you write or when you’re close. Gurl, that’s, like, common knowledge.”
Toby held his hands up. “Right, uh... sorry.” He cleared his throat. “So, how are we gonna find him?”
Remy’s brow scrunched up in thought. “I don’t know.”
His best friend shrugged, even more lost than he was.
“Maybe... maybe...” Remy continued, trailing off, before he suddenly straightened up. “It’ll get stronger the closer I get to him, so I just have to follow where it’s stronger, right? Like... like getting warmer and colder.”
Toby nodded slowly. “That makes sense. So, uh, walk around, and we’ll go in the direction that makes it stronger.”
Remy immediately began to pace in circles around Toby, pulling a slightly panicked face when at one point the feeling completely disappeared. Then, it got stronger, a wave of anticipation and curiosity, nervousness and excitement.
It suddenly hit Remy that if he could feel Patton, then Patton could feel him, too.
Patton was probably looking for him.
The corners of Remy’s lips twitched up into a smile. He was practically oozing excitement, and it was contagious, as Patton’s also seemed to increase – even Toby began smiling, too.
Toby patted him on the shoulder.
“Go on, follow your gut. I’ll be right behind you.”
Remy immediately turned on his heel, sprinting in the direction the emotions seemed to be coming from, and Toby almost tripped over his own feet following him. The empathy got stronger and stronger and stronger with every step, until it was even stronger than it usually was, and as his excitement further increased, so did Patton’s.
He rounded a corner, and immediately ran right into someone running at a similar speed, and they both tumbled to the ground with two loud thumps.
“Ah, fuck,” Remy groaned, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose as a jolt of pain shot down his leg.
“Oof,” The other boy winced.
His voice was like a bell, ringing through the air: suddenly the only sound that Remy could hear.
That was when Remy realised that Patton’s emotions were now equal to his own – mixing together in Remy’s soul until they were one and the same. It was almost like they were thinking and feeling as one, which was rather disorienting, to say the least.
Patton... Patton was right in front of him.
Remy opened his eyes, immediately coming face-to-face with the most gorgeous person he had even seen – a wide-eyed and freckled boy, about a year younger than Remy, staring back at him with parted lips and an equally startled expression. He was wearing a blue and grey t-shirt, showing off his arms and the words Remy had written to him today, and all the constellations he’d doodled on his own skin. Now, Remy could see the stars that he’d been missing, and, in his opinion, they were even better than the ones in the night sky.
Patton.
Patton, Patton, Patton.
“Patton,” Remy breathed.
“Remy.”
Remy laughed, uncontrolled and loud and delighted, sitting up straight and taking Patton’s hand in his own, squeezing it. It was warm and soft, Remy never wanted to let go, and when Patton squeezed back, he felt... complete. Perfect. Heaven.
Patton smiled – like a shining sun, one that thankfully didn’t hurt to look at, as Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
“Wow,” Remy laughed. “You’re... wow.”
“Wow,” Patton echoed.
People were probably staring at them – Toby included – but Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of Patton to check. Patton seemed to be doing similarly, his eyes slowly taking in every part of Remy’s body, before returning to his face, staring into his eyes.
Patton’s eyes were brown, like honey in the sunlight. Beautiful.
“It’s... it’s nice to finally meet you,” Patton said softly.
“Likewise.”
There was a beat.
“You are gorgeous,” Remy continued, the words coming out before he could stop himself. He almost regretted blurting it out, but then Patton’s face turned a particularly pretty shade of pink, and Remy immediately grinned.
Patton squeezed his hand. “You, too.”
“Oh, I know I’m hot, babe,” Remy said, making Patton giggle. “But you, you’re... you’re an angel. Like, damn, how the hell did I get so lucky? I must’ve done something really freaking amazing in a past life to have deserved you.”
“You’re even more of a flirt in person,” Patton smiled, a little teasingly.
Remy laughed. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I warned you.”
“You did,” Patton said, smiling fondly.
“Is it too soon to ask if I can kiss you?” Remy asked suddenly. His tone of voice was casual, like he was joking, but they both knew – Patton could probably sense – that he was serious.
Patton didn’t hesitate, answering quickly. “No. I mean, yes. I mean... no, it’s not too soon. Please?”
Remy didn’t waste any time, reaching forward, carefully cradling Patton’s face in his hand and kissing him gently. His lips were soft and warm and Remy never wanted to stop kissing him. Patton covered Remy’s hand with his own free one, kissing back a little clumsily, though it was without a doubt enthusiastic.
Then, he got a little too enthusiastic, and Remy tumbled backwards, pulling Patton along with him.
They broke apart, and after a moment of startled – slightly awkward – silence, they both started laughing loudly, and Patton climbed off of him. He finally stood up, holding out his hand and helping Remy up, too.
The pedestrians that had been watching them had mostly all moved on by now, leaving only Toby hovering awkwardly nearby. He had his phone out, trying to distract himself, give them some privacy, though he was undeniably still keeping an eye out. It wasn’t every day you saw a soulmate pair’s first meeting.
Remy took Patton’s hands in his own, looking him over again and again and again.
An idea came to him – not a new one, one he’d thought about and talked about and dreamed and daydreamed about a million times – and he grinned in a way that he could feel made Patton’s heart skip a beat.
“Remember how I said I wanted to kiss every freckle?"
#me#writing#sleepality#sanders sides#remy sanders#sleep sanders#patton sanders#mosleep#soulmate au#human au#sanders sides au#thomas sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#emile picani#cartoon therapy#virmile#thomgan
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Me, new to Sanders Sides shipping: Prinxiety, Logicality, Receit (Demus/Dukeceit)
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Me, now: Prinxiety, Logicality, Receit (Demus/Dukeceit), Loceit, past!Anxceit, past!Moceit, Intruality, literally anyone x character!Thomas
(Yes I’ve temporarily represented Janus with orange and Patton with pink I’m sorry. Tumblr colours are limited)
#sanders sides shipping#sanders sides#prinxiety#logicality#receit#demus#dukeceit#loceit#anxceit#moceit#intruality#character!Thomas#thomceit#thomxiety#thomality#thomince#thomgan#intrumas#romas
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Among The Stars
A lil Thomgan one shot (is that the ship name? Thomgan? Lomas? Logisanders? idk) with cg Thomas and agere Logan cos i lov dem :3 hope y’all enjoy!!!
Summary: Logan has regressed and it’s playtime. Thomas then has to entertain him. How successful will he be?
Characters: Logan, Character!Thomas
Pairing(s): Thomgan
Warnings: some stuffed animal violence but beyond that nothing, but lemme know if I missed anything!!!
Word count: 765
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Thomas was watching TV in his living room when Logan rose up. He was about to explain how productive he'd been that day and was just taking a break, until he noticed Logan was in his space pyjamas and had his favourite rocket ship toy in his hand.
Oh, no wonder Thomas had begun to lose focus out of nowhere.
"Play astronaut?" Logan asked in an innocent tone.
"Of course! What planet are we going to today, Captain Logan?"
Logan summoned an armful of stuffies. "Teddy bear planet!"
Thomas gasped dramatically. "But sir, it is strictly forbidden for any non-stuffed beings to enter teddy bear planet!"
Logan set out the stuffies, arranging them meticulously. "Sounds like a problem for someone else."
Thomas giggled. Logan was always so sassy when he regressed.
They laid down on the floor, Logan waving the spaceship around and making his way to teddy bear planet. Thomas did the voices for ground control as always, and also voiced the co-pilot.
"Captain, we are approaching our destination, and we are clear for landing," Thomas said.
"Good. Le's bring 'er down."
Thomas resisted the urge to laugh. He loved these moments more than anything.
Logan gently lowered the ship and brought it to the ground, making the landing sound with his mouth. He grabbed the closest stuffy to him; a pink lop-eared bunny.
"'What is this thing?'" he asked as the bunny in a slightly higher voice.
Thomas took a panda stuffy. "'Not sure, Alfie,'" he responded in a deeper voice with an unidentifiable accent. "'Looks like trouble to me.'"
"We come in peace!" Logan said as himself. "We not gon' hurt you. Jus' lookin'."
"Yeah, what he said," Thomas concurred. "We're just passing through."
"'People don't just 'pass through' these parts,'" Thomas's panda said. "'They're always looking for the crystal.'"
Logan smacked Thomas's panda with his own stuffy. "'Don't talk about it, Jennifer!'" Logan's rabbit scolded.
"'Well, jeez, there are nicer ways of saying it,'" Thomas's panda murmured, Thomas holding back a giggle.
"What crystal?" Logan asked.
"'The crystal of eternal happiness,'" Jennifer replied, earning another smack from Alfie.
"'Shush!'"
"'Violence is never the answer.'"
"Captain, sounds like they've got something real valuable, what's our move?"
"Take it. Duh."
Of course.
They went through a whole plot line on teddy bear planet. There was quite a bit of fighting involved, which almost worried Thomas, but he decided to let Logan's imagination run wild.
They eventually made it to where the crystal was hidden. It was a hard fought battle and much stuffing was shed. Finally though, they were there. The glorious crystal of eternal happiness, shaped identically to a remote control.
"Captain, you take it," Thomas said. "You deserve that eternal happiness."
"No, Thomas, you saved me before," Logan said, referring to when Thomas jumped in front of an arrow for him. "You take it."
"I insist, Captain. It was your brilliant leadership that brought us here."
"Take it, Thomas!" Logan insisted. "I've killed before, I'll do it again! Take the crystal!"
Thomas burst into laughter. "Wow, okay then."
He slowly reached out to grab the crystal, ready for eternal happiness. He took hold, but felt no change. He shook it a few times, tapped on it, but nothing.
"Huh... not working. Maybe it's because I'm already eternally happy with you in my life!"
Logan didn't get the chance to respond to that before Thomas playfully tackled him into a hug. He burst into giggles as Thomas blew raspberries into his cheek. He writhed under Thomas's hold but couldn't escape.
"Thomas, please- I- can't!" Logan spluttered past his laughter.
"I haven't even started tickling you yet!"
Logan's face went flush. "No, don't—"
It was too late. Thomas was tickling Logan's ribs, where he knew he was most sensitive. Logan fought even harder, giggling even louder.
"Sto-o-op!" Logan wailed. "Lemme go-o-o!"
"Tell me you love me first!"
"I love you! Please, please, please, please—"
Thomas relented, and Logan gasped with relief. He sat up and leaned against Thomas, wrapping his arms around him. They were both breathing heavily, having worn themselves out.
"Sleeby," Logan mumbled tiredly, Thomas smiling warmly.
"Bed time?" he asked with a lilt in his voice, Logan nodding. "Alright, let's go night-night."
Thomas lifted him in his arms, which was fairly easy given Logan's shorter stature. He carried him upstairs to the bedroom and laid him down. He laid down on the other side, holding Logan in his arms.
There was a mess downstairs, but it could be cleaned in the morning.
#virgils fics#agere sanders sides#sanders sides#sanders sides fanfiction#logan sanders#character thomas#thomgan#thomgan fanfiction#agere logan#cg thomas#agere#agere fic
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I wont b posting this drabble on this blog but i thought it was cute & wanted 2 show it . 4 the rem... m.... what the hell is their ship name. Thomus. Shippers.
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okay, so maybe if i write a christmas fic for every side, starting with logan, things will happen. not sure what things, but. it's just. words. i love making them go. i love self-pining
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#thomas x sides#thomasxsides#Thomceit#lomas#thomgan#Pattmas#RomThom#thomality#creathom#Intrumas#thvi#Thomxiety#thomile#sleepmas#thomsleep
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The Perk to Dating a Web-Slinger
- Sixth (6th) Day of Thomgan Week (Courtesy of ThomasxSides Weeks 2022)
Ship: Thomgan/Lomas (Logan x Character!Thomas)
Summary: Logan takes Thomas out on a date, a very special one, in fact.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1,382
Prompt: Blue/Stars
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Dating a superhero is rarely easy.
There was a risk of being put under the spotlight by the media if it was known you were dating one which could lead to you being kidnapped by an enemy who now knows that you mean something to the superhero. There was a risk that your lover would get killed during a battle with the enemy and you would never get to see your beloved again. These risks are known to everyone.
And yet, Thomas is willing to risk it all.
Thomas "Mary Jane" Watson is an aspiring actor on Broadway and things in his life have been…interesting and eventful for him, to say the least. Since graduating High School, Thomas has been working his way up to Broadway to become an actor and that itself had its own struggles, however, his most cherished moment since High School was finding the love of his life. If you had told him that he would meet his future lover by kissing them under the rain, he would refuse to believe you due to how cliche it is, but, he would secretly swoon at the thought. And now, here he is, dating New York's very own superhero…Spider-Man. But he better and lovingly knew him as Logan Parker.
Their relationship had its ups and downs such as when Logan, at first, refused to accept his feelings to keep him safe from enemies or when Thomas almost unhappily married an astronaut. But in the end, they managed to work it out and Thomas has not only grown as a person but has grown in terms of helping his boyfriend out with the whole Spider-Man business. Logan, again, wanted to keep Thomas out of danger, but Thomas asserted that no one, not even Logan, will make that decision for him. Logan still trained him in self-defense, just in case something were to happen to him.
And now, here they are…
Logan and Thomas don't have much time to go out in the day due to Logan being Spider-Man and Thomas having long rehearsals. But they still manage to find time to be by themselves or with each other and recently they discovered that that time is mostly nighttime. This discovery gave Logan many ideas about how they can spend some time together and how he can show his appreciation for Thomas' help when he needs it. Sure, Logan adores their movie nights and the nights where they read a book together and have toast with Crofters but, he wanted to make this date night a special one. And with that in mind, Logan started to plan their upcoming date night by trying to find a secluded area that was near them and gave them an open view of the sky.
—
Thomas removed his helmet and put it on his boyfriend's scooter. "Apologies but I need you to have your eyes closed for me," Logan stated as he took Thomas' hands in his own. "Hm, why's that?" Thomas playfully asked, squeezing his boyfriend's hands. "Did I not mention that tonight would be a surprise gift from me?" Logan replied, slowly walking them both towards a wooded area. "I assure you that no harm will come to you while your eyes are closed. Trust me." Logan added and Thomas sighed and closed his eyes.
With each twig that snapped underneath the weight of their shoes, Thomas grew more excited yet also anxious. He had known that this upcoming date night would be for Logan to plan, however, he didn't know that Logan would be so secretive about it. Usually, Logan would inform him about what they would do a day or two in advance. Thomas had started to think of worst-case scenarios such as Logan breaking up with him on their date night due to him finally finding Thomas annoying or finding someone better. Or maybe this Logan is a fake and is leading him to an enemy trap and his actual boyfriend has been dead all this time by the last enemy he faced.
"You may open your eyes now, starlight," Logan said, startling Thomas a bit after forgetting where he was for a moment. When Thomas did open his eyes, he gasped softly at the sight before him and all his anxious thoughts went away. Before him, there was a huge spider web and the night sky was alight with stars and their constellations. "Logan, you did all this?" Thomas asked, almost jumping at the sight. "Well, I noticed that we mostly spend our time together during the night. I always wanted to take you out for a bit of stargazing so I thought that perhaps this would be a good time to take you out. What do you think, dear?" Logan explained.
"I love it! You're so cool especially when you're using your powers for stuff like this!" Thomas exclaimed, wrapping his boyfriend in a huge and tight hug. "Ah…thank you, Thomas…" Logan mumbled, still getting flustered at Thomas calling him "cool" even after a year of dating. Logan climbed up a nearby tree to get to his spider web, then he created a rope out of his web ability to pull Thomas up on his web. The two situated themselves in the middle and stared at the stars in front of them. For a while, Logan and Thomas laid there on the web in silence, simply taking in the view of the night sky and the presence of each other.
Suddenly a few shooting stars passed by quickly in the night sky causing the couple to gasp in awe at them before chuckling and smiling a bit at their synchronized reactions. "Oh, another is coming by, do you see it?" Logan asked, continuously staring at the shooting star's tail of light. Thomas closed his eyes in response, following the old saying that wishing on a shooting star will cause the wish to come true. "You wanna know something, Lo?" Thomas asked after opening his eyes and finishing saying his wish. "Hm?" Logan hummed to let Thomas know that he was listening even if he wasn't staring at him directly. "I would love to sing on stage for the rest of my life with you in the front row watching me," Thomas answered, turning his head to face his boyfriend.
Logan turned his head in response with a small yet soft smile on his face, "I will always be there." Thomas smiled at the response, his heart swelling with love for this man. How can someone make him so mushy and weak in his knees? Thomas decided it was fitting to tease Logan for a bit after making him feel so many deep emotions for him even if he didn't mind experiencing them. "Can I hear you say "I love you" to me?" Thomas requested, his smile growing even bigger. Logan sighed but moved his body so that he was resting on his elbow to allow him to face his boyfriend.
"I appreciate…no, adore your existence, starlight," Logan replied, catching onto his boyfriend's teasing. "Hey, that doesn't count!" Thomas whined, though it was slightly ruined by his small giggles and the fact that his face turned slightly red at that. "I know, dear, apologies," Logan said, allowing a small chuckle to come out of him. God, did Thomas ever mention how much he loves seeing Logan smile and laugh? "I love you, Thomas. I always have and always will. More than words can describe, in fact." Logan said with so much love in his eyes, it was almost too much.
The two stared into each other's eyes for a bit with a smile until Thomas pushed himself up to give his boyfriend a kiss which Logan returned. The kiss went on for a while before it ended with Logan resting his forehead on Thomas'. "Mind telling me about the stars in the sky, tiger?" Thomas asked. "I don't see why not, MJ," Logan replied, cheekily using his special nickname for Thomas in response to his special nickname being used. The two laughed again and laid back down onto the spider web.
Logan began talking about all the stars present in the sky alongside any constellations he noticed and Thomas listened to his explanations until the very end of the date.
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Tagging: @thomasxsides
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Did I write this to push my Spiderman x Thomgan au agenda? Yes.
Yeah, I was pretty excited for this prompt if you couldn't tell.
Hopefully, this is acceptable because I have a similar idea for a prompt in Sleepmas/Thomsleep's week.
~ 🌌
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Logan won’t say he’s in love ❤️
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