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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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She Blinded Me With Science

Summary: You and your college bestie Ford go hunt for the Mothman

AN: 2.6k words, there's some flirty friendship moments

Part 2

Hope you enjoy :)

“Forddddd!” you shouted as you slammed at his unfortunately closed dormitory door, “open up Pines I know you’re in there you haven’t left all day!” you continued as you kept knocking louder.

“For god's sake how do you know that?” his muffled voice came through the door.

“Your desk light has been on all night and all day you dork, I know you’re neurotic about turning that light off!” you huffed as you finally stopped knocking. You heard some shuffling of books and chair legs on the ground as Ford eventually opened the door a crack. For supposedly having the nicest dorms in the east coast, you and Ford were both guilty of turning your respective rooms into chaotic mixes of museum, library, archive, and photo studio, in your case. You could see the precarious stacks of textbooks and notebooks behind Ford’s bespeckled face. He looks like he didn’t sleep last night, evidenced by his glasses at a slant and his brown hair mussed up around his forehead.

“Can I…come in?” you asked as you attempted to poke your head in closer, which caused Ford to nearly shut the door in your face. The two of you had met in your first week of university, both sitting in the back of the Physics 101 class, noticing halfway through the class that you were both muttering the correct answers under your breath. Since that class, you had both been the closest of both study partners, and friends. With you being the charming talker, and Ford being the logical brains, you had both moved up the ranks in Backupsmore University. On a drunken night at the end of the first year you’d both revealed to each other that this was never your first choice. For Ford, his project to get taken in by West Tech was sabotaged, keeping him on the east coast. For you, your family couldn’t afford anything else. With 3 younger siblings you knew that your needs were met, but you also had to compromise on a lot of things- for the rest of the family. Ford kept a lot of his own family secretive, only mentioning in the middle of a spring break trip to Canada that he had an identical twin brother which nearly caused you to flip the kayak you were both in. But you were never one to push Ford too far out of his comfort zone. You recognized he was a private person, but also an incredibly bright and witty person. Someone you really liked hanging out with and spending time around.

“No!” Ford said, “I mean uhm…what do you want?” he corrected himself, still keeping the door only open a sliver. You raised your eyebrow and leaned against the doorway yourself. He was hiding something, and poorly.

“Is there a girl in there Ford?” you whispered with a smirk, knowing there’s no shot in hell it would be the case. His face turned red as he shut the door and unchained the locks before swinging it open fully. You knew he rarely ever hung out with other people, aside from his Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons gaming group and fellow student Fiddleford.

“No, no females in here, just a damn letter,” he sighed as he ran his hand through his hair as he turned, “it’s the grant letter,” he said as he pointed to it on his desk. You stepped in and sure enough, his desk was somehow cleared, most of the mess being moved to his bed now, with a white envelope addressed to him.

Stanford Pines, Room 313, Backupsmore University.

“Well shit have you opened it?” you asked, standing besides him as you both stared at the envelope. He applied for a large grant for research months ago, and after tedious interview after interview, this could be it.

“No, I can’t bring myself to. It’s Schrodinger's envelope. Until I open it I could’ve won it or not. I can’t do it. I can’t face the certainty of opening it- either one,” he sighed as he pinched his glasses on his nose, going through the same logic he’d been grappling with for the past hours.

You slowly nodded. He wound himself up like this often. Paralyzed with choice. You personally were the type to make a choice and force it to be the right one- somehow make it correct or at least work out for you. Ford on the other hand needed to know that it was going to be the right one from the beginning. Once again, the logical one.

What had worked before though was you distracting him. Getting him out of his head. Or at least his room.

“Want to check out Point Pleasant? Been reports of some unusual behavior from there recently,” you mused, breaking the silence. You could practically hear the gears in his head turning. “My camcorder’s all charged, I just need your car,” you grinned at him. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as he sighed.

“Okay, okay, fine,” he said as he took one last look at the envelope before grabbing his coat and keys. You silently pumped your fist as you fished your camcorder out of your bag. It was covered in random stickers you’d gotten over the years of owning it, from fruit stickers, to band stickers.

There was another thing that brought you and Ford together. An affinity for the unexplained and weird. It had always piqued your interest since you were a child living in the forest, seeing things that practical textbook science couldn’t explain and going headfirst into the unknown. Ford grew to share your passion for this after getting his skepticism proved wrong after tagging along for a few of your drives out to cryptid and weirdness hotspots. Bigfoots, ghosts, aliens, fairies, you’d hear a rumor and you’d grab your camcorder to go check it out yourself. Ford himself realized that he’d been viewed as something different in his own life having six fingers on each hand. The way that you got so excited and enamored with weirdness though made him feel less self conscious about his own quirks. You thrived on the unexplainable, and it eventually began to rub off on him. He could explain most equations and experiments, but he loved the challenge of not knowing how to explain something, which he seemed to always find when he followed you.

You slid into the familiar passenger seat of Ford’s red 1960 Popular 100E, which was a little car that suited his personality well. He began the engine as you instinctively began flicking through radio channels trying to find some good music.

The sun was starting to set which was turning the sky a pinkish yellow hue. You turned your camcorder to the sky and started filming.

“Tonight I come to you with a breaking case joined again by my dearest companion Ford Pines,” you begin as you dramatically squirm in your seat to zoom in on Ford’s face who blushes and laughs, but doesn’t take his eyes off the road. He prided himself on his safe driving, which often bored you. “Let’s take a step back my friends into a time before humans, a time before these roads meant anything, a time of empty forest and beautiful lands untouched by buildings,” you continued as you turned back to the sunset, “imagine soaring above this beautiful area one day and then BAM!” you shouted, twisting back to Ford trying to catch him off guard. No luck though. “A billboard! A damn city has popped up in your turf! Where you were just chilling one day. Unbelievable,” you sighed as you turned back to the now darkening sky. “That my friends is the story of today’s search, the elusive and illustrious Mothman,” you said, which caused Ford to scoff,

“You’re kidding me Y/N, Mothman?”. You stopped your recording and put your camcorder back down.

“You’ve already started driving, it's too late to turn back now,” you hummed as you went back to clicking through channels, “just trust me Ford I’ve never let you down,”.

The two of you kept driving into the night, discussing recent classes and homework, and you trying to fill Ford in on recent gossip. The car rolled into Point Pleasant around 1:32 am, which is where you sat up again and turned on your screen. Slowly directing Ford down an overgrown path outside of town. Stopped by a closed gate warning to turn back you grinned maniacally as you jumped out the car practically before Ford could stop it. You climbed over the gate with Ford trailing behind you, muttering about tetanus and safety.

“We start here, on an abandoned road,” you said as you panned around the forest “where this Mothman has been reported to be seen earlier this week,” you continued, “once again with my trusty partner Ford,” you added zooming in and out on Ford who was crouched down looking at the mud.

“Seems fresh,” he said as he pointed to a large claw prints on the ground, with what looked like a walking pattern of a human. Ford pulled out his notebook, which was a precariously put together collection of notes and drawings he started once he started going out on these adventures with you. You had your camcorder, and he had his notebook. It was a spiral notebook you’d gotten for him after getting tired of seeing him lose his sketches he’d done earlier on napkins, although the amount of wear and tear it got was already causing the spiral part of it to get stuck in some spots.

You zoomed in on the footprints and kept your camcorder down as you followed them farther and farther until you felt a strong gust of wind. You slowly brought your camcorder up to a tree in front of you, where a pair of glowing red eyes looked back down at you.

“Whoah,” you said softly as you marveled at the size of the creature in the tree as your saw the 7 foot feathered? furry? thing sitting in the branch, staring back down at you. You kept your camcorder and eyes on the creature, bewildered as you felt two familiar hands on your hips slowly pulling you back.

“Y/N we gotta go,” Ford whispered in your ear as he kept trying to scoot you back.

“Ford wait-” you protested as you tried to shoo him, which only tightened his hold and urgency.

“Y/N this thing does not play friendly,” he urged again, grabbing your head and forcing it to the pile of deer and other forest animal skeletons nearby that you had missed before. To seal the deal the two of you both heard the creak of the branch and flapping of wings as the Mothman jumped off the perch.

Very quickly you grabbed Ford’s hand as the two of you began hauling ass back to his car, knowing it would supply a little bit of safety from the claws of the creature. Above there was a screech similar to a bird as you both dove into the car with you flopping on top of Ford as he started to fumble for his keys and scooting to the drivers seat.

“A show folks! We have a show!” you shouted to the camcorder as you tried to get a view of the Mothman through the window, “we’ve discovered that our Mothman friend is NOT a vegetarian I fear!”. Ford frantically started the car and began reversing back the way the two of you had come.

There was a loud thump onto the top of the car as you both looked at each other. It was on top of the car. Shit.

Ford continued trying to reverse down the overgrown trail as you resorted to honking the horn for him to try and get the Mothman off the top of the car. The car jolted as the Mothman jumped off the car, letting the both of you take a breath as you rejoined the paved road.

“Damn that was crazy!” you said as Ford turned the car back into the road. He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by both of your screams as the behemoth of the Mothman slammed down onto the hood of the car, metal screeching beneath the claws as it gripped on.

“YOU SPOKE TOO SOON!” Ford shouted as he attempted to honk the horn, which only seemed to peeve the creature off more as it attempted to hit the windshield. You fumbled with your camcorder once again trying to film this scene as Ford continued to let out a string of curses.

“Try and throw him off!” you shouted as you grabbed the side of the wheel and yanked it right, very grateful nobody else was on the road. The Mothman certainly wasn’t expecting it as it lost its balance careening off the side before Ford narrowly dodged it to not run it over. He pressed the accelerator all the way down as he tried to put as much distance between the car and the temporarily stunned Mothman.

You were out of breath as you laid your head back onto the seat, taking in the avoided danger. Grateful it wasn’t any worse. The tinny of the radio was the only noise in the car as the two of you stared at the mangled hood of the car.

“Ford I’m-”

“I got the grant,” he said before you could apologize, “I got the full 100 thousand dollars,”. You punched his shoulder excitedly.

“STANFORD PINES!” you shouted as you continued to hit his arm which made him grin and look over at you, “HELL YEAH YOU DID!”. You were overjoyed for your friend. He was the hardest working student and person you knew and truly deserved the cash to make his dreams happen. “I can’t believe you opened it! You had me going! Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked as you settled back down. He shrugged,

“I don’t know- I couldn’t think of how to tell you. I opened it at midnight last night and I’ve been trying to think of how to since then-” he said, “You’ve done so much to help me get it and- I just needed to do it justice,” he sighed.

You gripped his arm again and gently shook it,

“I’m so fucking happy for you Ford this is going to change everything!” you smiled, “what are you going to do with it all?” you asked.

He let out a sigh, “I want to do this. Full time,” he said, “There’s a place, in Oregon, over in the Pacific Northwest- there’s something supernatural happening there based on my research and I there’s some land available already,” he continued, “I want to make a lab, a honest research lab, to do this sort of cryptid, oddities, weirdness hunting full time,”.

The car was silent as he sat with himself.

“Damn that was the first time I’ve really said it out loud,” he laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I think that sounds great Ford,” you nodded with a smile as you continued to gently rub his arm to make him feel a little better.

“But I need you there,” he said, confidently, “You got me hooked on this stuff, and you have a real knack for it. It’s only right if you come with,”.

“I would be honored, Ford are you kidding me!?” you said excitedly as you squeezed his hand quickly on the wheel.

“It’s going to be really messy, and I don’t know how I’m going to move everything, but I need you to be there with me to make this work,” he said with a firm nod.

“And I’ll be there,” you nodded back as you sat back into your seat, looking back out at the dark road. You couldn’t help but feel giddy at the future Ford had just invited you to.

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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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In honor of Stan & Ford for their birthday, here’s a little fic about the reader reuniting with them after they sailed the world.

I know nothing about boats so if anything is wrong please don’t hesitate to correct me.

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Stan:

• You watch all the boats come and go as you sit on a branch anxiously waiting for a certain grey haired grunkle get off his ship.

• You think about before seeing him leave, it left you both in tears and not wanting to part from the oh so tender but firm hug you both embraced each other in. “I know you’ll come back, but I’ll still miss you so much.” You wiped a tear that fell down your cheek as you gently thumbed Stan’s cheek.

• As you smiled thinking about the memory a familiar voice cut off your thoughts.

• You look up to see both brothers waving at you from their boat just across the pier.

• You smile so big you’re face hurts a little, you jump up and start running to give Stan a hug. As you practically jump into his arms you start crying.

• “Whats gotcha so upset sweetie?” He asks as he gently pries your face from his shoulder. You sniffle a little with a smile, “I just missed you, that’s all.” Stan’s gaze softens as he takes in your features.

• “I’ve missed you too toots.” Stan smiled, you leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss, you both stood there like that until a grunt came from behind Stan.

• You look to see Ford blushing a deep red, you chuckle a little, forgetting he was here.

• “Sorry Ford.” You replied.

• “No worries, just wanted to let you guys have the moment.” He smirked.

• You let go of Stan to walk behind him to give Ford a hug, to which he happily accepted.

• “I’m glad you both are back, you don’t how much I’ve missed being around you.”

• “So do we.” They both replied.

Ford:

• You sat on a bench happily watching boats and people walk by, you secretly were hoping it’d be a certain six fingered grunk to walk by.

• As you thought about the time hugging him right before he left, you couldn’t help but let a tear slip. You loved Ford with all your heart but that departure was the hardest thing to do.

• Your arms were around Ford’s midsection as one hand was on the back of your head and one on your back. “I’ll miss you, more than you’ll know.” You said, as Ford gently pulled back, he saw small but noticeable tears running down your cheeks, his thumb softly wiped them away as he left a kiss on your forehead.

• You both waved to each other as the boat left the dock, you didn’t leave until you couldn’t see the boat anymore and even then you still stayed for a minute to see if it would come back.

• You we’re brought out of your thoughts when the sound of a loud boat horn boomed through the pier.

• You looked up to see Stan smiling and waving at you while he docked the boat. You smiled big and waved back, jumping up to run over.

• Heya toots! Long time no see.” He grinned engulfing you in a big hug, you laugh as he picked you up and swung you around. You’ve always treated Stan like a big brother and he was happy to have a young sibling-in-law.

• As you broke apart, Ford came up from below deck. When he saw you he smiled and opened up arms, you laughed in joy as you jumped into his open arms.

• “I’ve missed you!” You smoosh your face in his chest taking in his natural scent along with the scent of the sea.

• “I’ve missed you to my love.” He said, his kissed the top of your head before lifting you off the ground to spin you around just like Stan did.

• “I’m glad you both had a great time together.” You say as both brothers smiled at each other.

• “Yeah, now we can spend that time with you and the kids when they come back for the summer.” They both replied.

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I absolutely love them both and I wish them the best birthday ever!

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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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do you suppose we could have a teen ford x reader drabble where stanley teases him about having a thing for the reader but he initially denies it, but then that night he finds himself lying awake thinking about them and realizes he does indeed have it bad?

please, and thank you

Ah the parallels between him and Dipper really are great

Lunch had been the final straw. At school, you usually sat with the twins, but today you needed to sit with a partner for one of your class projects to finalize some details about the presentation board. Ford had been staring wistfully at your back since he and Stan sat down, idly poking at the school lunch. He didn't even realize when Stan had taken his bread roll for himself. Another sigh as he gently poked at the soggy spaghetti noodles.

"Damn, you've got it bad." Stan finally spoke up, smug grin taking up his usual smirk. "You look like a creep, staring at them like that." The comments made Ford flush and look away from you to glare at Stan.

"Oh please, they're just a wonderful friend. Sure, they're attractive, smart, has a smile that can light up a room, but that's just what it is. Nothing more than--" your laugh caught his attention, causing him to look at you again "-- a friend." Ford was staring again and it made his twin snicker. He kicked Ford gently under the table, his grin still smug, to catch the love sick boy's attention.

"Just don't lay awake at night thinking about them." He joked, barking out a laugh at the sputtered response he received.

"I won't!"

~*~

Later that night, when everyone had gone to sleep, Stan snoring loudly above him on the top bunk, Ford laid awake. His thoughts were echos of your voice and laughter, images of your smile, and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your favorite things. His face had a small smile and he sighed for the millionth time that day. A sudden realization made him frown and his eyes open wide. He was laying awake. At night. Thinking about you.

"Oh no."

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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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Tiny book of bill thing. (Most of this information comes from the butterfly-conservation webpage)

Imagine Ford DOES show you his moth collection and he goes and gives you a fun fact on the ones he likes the most:

Hummingbird hawk moth: often found in a variety of habitats such as costal areas, gardens, urban areas and more.

Brimstone moth: often seen before dusk and regularly attracted to light. Have a wing span range of 28-42mm and main habitats are hedgerows, gardens, scrub and woodlands.

Bordered gothic moth: found throughout Europe/ Central Asia but two subspecies have been found in Britain; Marginosa (light brown) and Hibernica (darker grey colour) however both have pale veins and cross-lines.

Merveille du jour moth: light green in colour with black markings, some of which are edged in white. They feed on leaves and immature flowers on Pedunculate oak, turkey oak and sessile oak.

Peach blossom moth; adults fly at night and are attracted to light, in day they hide in ground cover. Their wing span ranges from 32-38mm

And here’s the thing; you don’t think it’s boring at all nor want to throw yourself over a bridge! Everything that Ford said has you hooked on wanting to know more about moths, much to Ford’s surprise, considering how the last person he shown his collection to (bill) wanted to throw himself off of a bridge.

‘You don’t find this boring?’ He’d ask you.

‘No, not at all and besides the gleam in your eye when you talk about something you love only makes this spot more special to you.’ You tell him. ‘I want to care about the things you care about Ford. I might not be as smart as you, I still want to show that I care about you regardless.’ You add.

Poor Ford has never hugged you tighter than that day. (I just want to listen to him talk about his moth collection. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!? MOVE ASIDE BILL I’LL TREAT FORD LIKE A PRINCESS!!!)

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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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Imagine just how quickly Ford would fold if you were to hold his hand or kiss each individual finger fondly all the while calling them beautiful.

Poor old man’s face is redder than cherries and has a dopey smile across his face.

You didn’t see his six fingers as weird or freaky, you thought they were cool and unique, just like him.

He’s been made to feel insecure about them when he was younger but overtime he stoped caring, however that doesn’t stop Ford from feeling warm and fuzzy within his chest whenever you intertwined your fingers with his and even more so when you called them cute at one point.

You claim you’re the lucky one to have him but Ford thinks it’s the opposite, he was the lucky one to have someone who admired him and everything that comes with him.

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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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I LOVE THIS XD

Remus : all my wife does is nag nag nag I’m sick of the nagging!

Coworker: I feel ya. It’s like when I married her I’ve signed up to be in prison forever.

Remus : it’s always “Remus do this! Remus do that! Get that out of your mouth!”

Coworker: Wait what?

Remus : “Remus for the last time turn the oven off when we go to bed! We haven’t paid for the insurance policy yet! Remus stop throwing knives at the wall they’re starting to bend!”

Coworker: Um….

Remus : the nagging never sto-

Janus : *carrying a shrek lunchbox and walks up to remus* Remus dear you left your lunch at home.

Coworker: Oh…is this a frie-

Remus : thanks Janny! *smooches Janus’s cheek*

Janus : Also I wouldn’t have to “nag” you if you’d stop putting entire bottles of shampoo in your mouth or didn’t try to make dinner explode.

Janus : anyways enjoy your peanut butter and Tuna sandwich and don’t forget to get milk on your way home. *leaves*

Coworker:…was that..?

Remus: *ignoring and happily scarfing down his sandwich*

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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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Ford x male reader fic? Maybe like ford tending to y/n’s wounds or soemthing? Idk what ever you feel like writing

Sorry this took so long, nonnie, i have a job now and dumb bitch disease. Anyway, here’s this. I hope you like it. I think it’s very soft.

"You're hurt." Ford mumbles and gently cups your face in his hands.

"What?" you say and reach up to touch your cheek. When you pull your hand away, your fingertips are coated in blood. "how'd that happen?"

Ford shrugs. "Must of cut in a branch or something when we were running away."

"Yeah," you agree and tentatively touch the cut again. Now that you're aware of it, it stings something awful.

"C'mon, let's go home and get you patched up." Ford says and gently takes your hand his own. The short trek back to Ford's house makes you all to aware of your heartbeat and the blood drying on your face.

You take your boots off before going inside- they're caked in mud and you don't want to have to deal with the mess they'd create.

"Why don't you sit down at the table? I'll get the first aide kit." Ford said, and gestured to the kitchen table. You nod and flop into the chair. You're exhausted form your long, stressful day in the field.

Ford returns in short order and stands in front of you. Gently, he tilts your head up and dabs at the blood on your face, careful not to disturb the delicate scab that's formed over it. Soon enough he has it all bandaged and your stand. Or try too. As soon as you put weight on your left ankle, it buckles and sends you sprawling against Ford's broad chest.

"Sorry, must of twisted it." You say and try to step back. Ford tsks and picks you up.

“You should prop it up for a bit." He says as carries you towards your room. He eases you on to your bed and places a pillow under your sprained ankle.

"I'll bring you something to help take the swelling down. And ice." Ford says and disappears. You stare at the door, then then the ceiling, while you wait for him to return, trying not to falll asleep.

“I have some tynol and some ice.” Ford saysm when he returns, your eyes snap open. Despite your best efforts, you had dozed off. “And some water, of course.”

He hands you the medicine and drink, and then frets about the postining of the ice on your ankle and weather or not it’s propped up high enough.

“Stanford, it’s fine. Would you relax?” You ask and grab his arm to pull him closer to you. “It’ll heal up just fine.”

Ford makes a noise of discontent but settles on the bed next to you regardless. You huff and smack him with a pillow, evoking a laugh.

“You’re ridiculous.” Ford says and fixes his glasses.

“That’s why you love me.” You say arounda yawn. when you open your eyes again, Ford is bright red.

“You should get some sleep!” Ford sees and all but jumps off the bed.

“Ford?” You whine and reach for him. He pauses for a second, plops a kiss down on your forehead, and wheels around to flee the room.

The experience leaves you feeling bewildered, and it takes ages before you actually fall asleep.

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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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first request :3

logan chuckling at a REALLY bad morally ambiguous joke that remus made and remus dying bc he likes logan bad

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!!

Warning!!: Remus being Remus

Stupid Fangs: Intrusive Logic

- "And then Janus got mad at me and snapped off my neck!!" Remus laughed loudly at his own statement. It was a rather slow day in the house. Everyone was doing their own things and Logan was being bothered by Remus.

It's been happening a lot more than usual. Remus would bug Logan into the deep hours of the night before laying off, laughing when Logan snaps at him. Logan, however, didn't find it as amusing as Remus did. Remus would poke, prod, bite, lick, scream, joke, and much much more. Logan had to endure it.

All of that led up to this moment right now. Remus was once again bugging Logan. Making sex jokes, gory humor, and even worse images that Logan is now desensitized to.

Remus was going on about something that happened from the past with Janus and Virgil. It was genuinely disturbing to say the least but it's Remus. He can say something horrid and find it absolutely funny. He finds anything gross funny.

"And when he did I was like "WHY NOT JUST TAKE MY HEAD AND FUCK IT!?"" Remus burst into a huge fit of laughter once again. Amongst his loud laughs he heard a soft chuckle.

The sound made his heart catch in his throat. He looked over to Logan, logical and apolitical, Logan smiling at his stupid story. The sight made Remus choke up.

Is this really happening? Is Logan actually finding him funny? Is this a dream?

"Punch me" Remus blurted out. His face was red with blush, eyes fixed on Logan with his green eye having a little heart somewhere in it.

"Excuse me?" Logan looked at him confused.

"Punch me. I'm dreaming"

Logan laughed again, shaking his head slightly. God Remus felt so tingly and felt strong butterflies in his stomach.

Remus gripped his heart, his eyes were staring Logan dead in the eyes.

"I'm dying" Remus wheezes out. Comical hearts floating above his head.

Logan chuckles and stood up "Well clean up your dead body once you're done, alright Duke?"

Before Remus could say a word, he felt Logan give him a small kiss on the head before walking off.

Now that, that made Remus faint, the comical hearts popping and reappearing over and over. God he was down bad

#sanders sides #remus sanders #logan sanders #intrusive thoughts #intrulogical #logic

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simp-forl0gic · 3 months ago

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Sanders Sides Fighting Game

Fight in the mind Download link

Alternative link

(Both are for windows pc)

Installation tutorial

Special moves tutorial

Please read the instructions text file first!

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simp-forl0gic · 4 months ago

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simp-forl0gic · 4 months ago

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analogical ☺️

virgil gets a book that reminds him of logan and decides to give it to him as a gift, cue him being really embarrassed and awkward as he gives it to him because he tries to explain that it reminded him of logan without sounding weird

did i mention they both have mutual crushes on each other?

I absolutely love this idea!! (They're my otp too)

To you from me: Analogical

Warning: non, just some fluffy angsty boi

- it was a rather slow day for the sides. Virgil went out to the local book shop to try and find a new horror book that just came out. Maybe it didn't come out in the area yet?

As he searched, he stumbled upon a different kind of book. It looked like a mystery horror book. As Virgil looked at it, it reminded him of a certain black polo wearing man. The thought of his friend, Logan, caused him to turn slightly red.

"He....would probably like this" Virgil mumbled as he grabbed the book. He skimmed it and smiled slightly. Oh yeah, Logan will love this.

Virgil bought the book and walked back home. As he did so, he instantly felt like he was doing something wrong. How is he going to give it to him? What if Logan hates it? What if he rejects him? All of these thoughts ran through Virgil's head as he started to speed walk.

Within minutes, Virgil was inside the house. Patton was baking cookies, Roman was watching Disney as usually, Thomas was doing something on the computer and Logan was reading a book on the couch as usual.

"Heya kiddo!! How was the book store?" Patton asked as he put the cookies into the oven and smiled. Virgil shrugged and glanced at Logan.

"It was good I guess....found a good book tho" Virgil held up the book and walked into the living room. He took his shoes off and sat down, his knees close to his chest.

- Logan's POV (still in 3rd person)

Logan glanced over, seeing Virgil sitting there as usual. A small smile creeped onto the corners of his mouth. Something about the dark strange one made Logan.....feel.....something.

As Virgil sat down Logan saw the book in his arms. It was one he has been waiting for for months. He was excited to read it.

Logan set his book down and started to strike up a conversation with the emo-nightmare that is his secret crush.

"Hello Virgil" Logan said, fixing his glasses. The action made Virgil swoon.

"O-oh uh hey Logan" Virgil stammered slightly. Cursing himself out for it.

"How was your little shopping trip?"

"It was okay.... I um" Virgil felt like throwing up as he looked at the book. His body was sweaty

"I found this book that....that uh reminded me of you?" Virgil handed the book to Logan, covering his face as he blushed brightly.

Logan looked slightly shocked as he looked at the book. The cover instantly had him hooked on it.

"Oh...thank you Virgil" he smiled slightly and looked at Virgil.

"I just thought that....since you like mystery and things like that you would like that" Virgil mumbled slowly, trying to watch his words as he explained.

Logan scooted closer to Virgil and leaned back, reading the book silently. Virgil watched him read and smiled softly.

Something about the comfortable silence between them made Virgil ease up. His face was still red because of how close Logan got but the butterflies never left.

And they didn't leave for Logan either

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