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Logicality high school au where Logan has to tutor patton who pretends not to understand the lessons so he can spend time with Logan. Poor Logan has no clue patton has this huge crush on him so imagine his surprise when Patton is giving him math, and science pick up lines and if that wasn't strange he finds out that patton actually know these lessons so he goes to confront patton
Do the Math
Fandom: Sanders SidesPairing: LogicalityWarnings: None
Logan wasn’t sure how he’d gotten stuck tutoring Patton, but one thing was certain: his patience as an educator was definitely better than he’d thought. He’d been tutoring him after school on Wednesdays for a couple weeks now, and with each lesson, Logan found himself repeating things over and over again because of Patton’s short attention span. He didn’t know why the other student would constantly zone out while he was staring at the board, but Logan had had to snap him out of it twice during this session alone.
Patton was currently sitting on a desk, facing a relatively exasperated Logan and a hectic whiteboard. “So… you’re saying that if the person is five feet tall…” he started, swinging his feet.
“Yes, go on…” Logan urged, hoping this lesson was finally sinking in.
“So they’re five feet tall… and look to the tippy top of a tree in front of them….”
“Yes?” The student tutor leaned forward in his chair expectantly.
“Then… the hypotenuse is 80!” Patton beamed and Logan suppressed a groan.
“N-no, not quite. Not at all, actually. Patton, can you tell me the units in which you were giving your solution?” he prompted, already knowing the answer he’d receive.
“80… d… degrees?” Patton said sheepishly, slowing his kicking as he gave Logan his patented doe eyes. Honestly, he’d think he’d know by now that that look did not make all of his answers correct. In fact, that look statistically never increased his odds of being correct. He was always wrong regardless of whether or not he gave Logan those eyes, so why did he keep trying? Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts before steepling his hands and directing their point at the other student.
“Feet, Patton. You were solving for the distance between the person and the tree in feet. The individual is five feet tall, the tree is twelve feet tall, and I gave you the angle of 70 degrees from eye-level to the top of the tree– which is a fact that you seemed to have forgotten. This is all sufficient enough data to solve for the distance from the tree. So if you were to plug in all of these data points,” he turned to the whiteboard and started drawing a very simplistic image of a stick figure near a pine tree, “then you’d be able to find that by looking up to the top of the tree at a 70 degree angle, the individual is roughly two and a half feet away from the tree.” When Logan turned around from the board, capping his pen, he was met with Patton’s glazed-over expression for what felt like the dozenth time this session. “Patton, are you even listening?” Patton sat there happily swaying his feet back and forth for a little while longer before realizing that Logan had stopped talking.
“Oh! Sorry, Logan,” he said, a deep blush burning across his cheeks and hiding his freckles, “I must’ve fazed out again a little.” Logan sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“That’s alright, Patton, it’s been a long session, let’s call it a wrap and try again some more tomorrow.” Logan started packing up his bag and Patton hopped off the desk and gathered up his things as well.
“Sorry about that problem, I guess that angle and I were both pretty obtuse,” Patton chuckled as he stuffed his folders away. “Wish I could’ve seen that other one twice though. Then I’d have had 20/20 vision to find the answer!” He slung his bag over his shoulder as Logan shook his head.
“I’ll never understand how you come up with those so fast,” he said, honestly impressed by the use of wordplay. Patton beamed.
“I’m good at what I like! I’ll see you tomorrow, Logan.” He waved before heading out the door and down the hall. Logan stood in the room for a little while longer, organizing his bag as he went over his last encounter again.
Obtuse… clever use of double meaning… the other angle, 20, twice… 20/20 vision, Logan chuckled to himself and then froze. Wait. He turned to the board and looked over the sketch he’d drawn. 5-foot person, 12-foot tree, 70 degree angle, and 2.55-foot distance. He hadn’t marked the other angle and he wouldn’t have been so suspicious had Patton not insisted he use a calculator two days ago to calculate 12 plus 8 when he noticed he didn’t have enough fingers. He turned back from the board and saw a piece of scrap paper on the floor near where Patton had been sitting. Curious.
Logan walked over and picked it up. Patton’s name was scrawled across the top along with a bunch of tiny hearts and heart-eyed smiley faces and animals. Logan laughed a little at the doodles, but the small laugh died down as his eyes scanned down the rest of the page. There were small graphs, all labeled with the curly script from the top of the page, sketching out lessons Logan had mentioned in passing at the start of the session. Patton had apparently not only taken note of all of his hypothetical equations, he’d actually solved them, seemingly before they moved on to the main problems no less. There was no reason, Logan thought, for Patton to be in these tutoring sessions. In fact, he could probably apply to be a tutor himself if this paper was adequate proof of his abilities.
He stuffed the paper in his backpack and leaned out into the hallway, hoping to find Patton still by the lockers, but the few students waiting for the late bus were heading out and Patton was nowhere in sight. Well, he’d have to confront him tomorrow, he supposed. Logan hoisted his backpack onto his shoulders and exited the room, turning out the lights behind him.
The next day, Logan stood at his locker for ten minutes before finally spotting Patton through the waves of students. He waited for Patton to get to his own locker before making his way across the hall.
“Hello, Patton,” Logan greeted, startling the other student.
“Oh! Logan, hi! I– sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He smiled, but was seemingly having a hard time catching his breath. Logan made a mental note to announce himself a bit more subtly in the future.
“That’s quite alright, I just wanted to talk to you about something I found slightly peculiar,” he held up the paper he’d found the day prior. “I believe this is yours?”
Patton squinted at the paper before giving a small nod. “Y-yeah, that’s my note sheet.”
“Okay, so now that we’ve cleared that up, maybe you’d be able to clear up why someone as smart as you is requiring tutoring sessions?” Logan asked matter-of-factly, handing Patton back his sheet of paper. Patton’s blush deepened and he turned back to close his locker.
“I- uh, well…” he stammered. “I guess I just… wanted to hang out with you?” Logan quirked an eyebrow and Patton nervously continued. “I, um, oh wow I didn’t think I’d be doing this this morning, but, uh… I… I really like you? Like, like like you, you know? I didn’t know how to tell you, so I just figured ‘hey, Logan does tutoring, maybe I could hang out with him there!’ which, now that I say it, it sounds kinda weird, but I didn’t know how else to go about it and I–” Patton’s words had started to tumble out in a single train of thought, but he manage to stop himself before he completely derailed. He looked at Logan and saw that he was still trying to process everything. “Basically, I really like you, Logan.” He summarized with a sheepish smile.
Now it was Logan’s turn to blush. Patton’s words sank in and suddenly everything made sense: Patton requesting tutoring out of the blue, him always giving those big doe eyes and getting that glossed look whenever Logan started explaining things. Patton was utterly infatuated with him. And Logan couldn’t deny that there were definitely some kind of feelings in return.
“I– um,” Logan paused, weighing his words, “I think that I feel something for you as well.” Patton beamed and Logan felt a warmth spread in his chest. “I’m not… entirely sure of what the feeling is, but I think… I think I’d like to find out. With you, of course.”
“Aww, Logan!” Patton pulled him into a big hug and Logan felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment. “That’d be perfect! How about a movie or something next weekend?” Logan thought for a moment.
“I would like that… as long as you stop pretending to be bad at math.”
Patton chuckled. “Yeah, that wasn’t really the best plan, I’ll admit, but you get so excited about math!” Logan crossed his arms with a smile. “Okay okay, but next week, movies. It’s a date!” Patton beamed as the first warning bell rang. “I’ll see you after school, let’s meet in the library this time!” He darted down the hall with a wave and Logan started walking to first period.
He smiled to himself. It’s a date.
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#logan writes#sanders sides#sidescontentweek#logicality#logan sanders#patton sanders#high school au#human au#fluff#tutor!logan#my fics#fics#prompts#prompt fic#my hc here is actually that Logan's got a squish and just hasn't worked out exactly what that is yet#but Patton helps him figure it out later and then they start a QPP!
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“more than ever, hour (work is never over)”
Summary: Logan goes for a run, and hits a snag when Roman seems to have found himself in trouble. Again. (This happens about a year before “Cherry Cola”, to be clear. Sanders Sides, Gym Rat AU. One-shot. Ao3 link.)
Genres: Slice of Life, Fluff, Light Angst, Sickfic(?)
Characters: Logan and Roman centric. Janus, Patton, and Remus mentioned.
Relationships: Logince (platonic), Background Intrulogical (platonic/ambiguous), Background Roceit (sexual/QPP*), Background Loceit (platonic)
Warnings: Lots of numbers, Himbro Roman, Roman Is A Disaster, illness, over-training, sleep deprivation, heat exhaustion, (not as bad as what happened in “Cherry Cola”), vomiting (mentioned), Logan Is A Good Friend
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Logan was running his typical checklists before setting out for another HIIT routine over at the gym. He highly valued maintaining his cardiac and overall health. He wasn’t in the medical field like Janus is and Patton used to be, but he didn’t need those credentials to appreciate it.
Considering he was a 28 year old Homo sapien, his maximal heart rate would be 192 beats per minute. Obviously, he wasn’t keen on achieving nor surpassing exactly that red zone. To say there were diminishing returns, would be an understatement. Remus would take the notion as a challenge… to be sure.
But that value was necessary to calculate his initial target – 65% of that, to be relatively precise. 125, rounded up. He intended to reach that after some warm-up routine and the first lap or two. He would consider this the yellow zone.
Once that holds reasonably steady, his next goal was to go for 87% at the highest intensity. So, 167 BPM. Holding that line for at least a minute. 2 minutes, if he was feeling particularly bold, he was in pretty good shape at this juncture. This would be more of an orange zone.
After the spike in intensity, he would go down to 50% for recovery, or 96 BPM. Rest at that load for 3 minutes, in the proverbial green zone. And then crank the figurative gears back up to the 87% target.
He intended to repeat this for at least 10 rounds. Add more, if energy is willing. Sounded like a plan.
To hit these marks, one of the simpler ways Logan enjoyed were via the exercise bikes. But today, he thought he’ll do some laps around the indoor track. He felt he needed to work in some more devoted arm action, and that would be a reasonable way to hit this workout paradigm. This outline seemed elegant and flawless.
He reviewed all of that while he swapped out his casual shoes for runners, in the locker room.
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It was exactly noon when he approached the starting line. He popped in some earbuds to his prepared playlists.
He was listening to the mix named “Warm-Up Playlist”. He knew his fellows would jab him for the plainness of it, but the utility simply couldn’t be argued with. It was a selection of songs that started at 50, incrementing up to 100 BPM in tempo. It helped him keep his pace.
He stood to the side, spending a couple minutes doing some preliminary exercises. Ankle circles, leg swings, pelvic loops, arm circles, and hula-hoop jumps. It’s important to keep all the relevant joints stable and readied. Janus would probably congratulate his refreshing fastidiousness, among their motley crew.
After that micro-checklist was completed, he started going toward a brisk walking pace. He was going to check his heart rate after a couple laps to see how close to 65% he was getting.
Halfway into his first lap, he was nearly knocked over by a blur wearing a red crop-top sweatshirt and matching shorts. Roman, clearly not paying attention to what he was doing. Predictably. Logan snorted and rolled his eyes. He had to table his thoughts about his friend’s whole methodology (or lack thereof, as far as he was concerned), or else he’d fall too far out of rhythm!
Roughly a quarter of the way into the second lap, Roman closed in on Logan again, he was going at a jogging pace to a slightly faster walk to match up with Logan. Roman waved and smiled at Logan, “Hey! Didn’t expect to see ya here, Specs!”
Logan thought the voice was Roman-typically cheery. Frankly Logan would be mystified about this man’s energy, if he hadn’t met Remus first. “Salutations.”
“Why are you going so slooow? Wanna race me? I bet I can totally run circles around you!”
“No. I have a plan I intend to stick to, Roman. You know this.”
Roman melodramatically threw up his arms and pouted at Logan, somewhat impressively coordinated to his slow jogging. “Fiiine. I’m off – I want to see how many laps I can get in, like... the next hour. Adiós, for now~”
Roman went from a jog to a run before he could get a response. Logan tutted before refocusing on getting to that 65% - that yellow zone. After the second lap, he drank some water and checked his pulse… hmmm, 55%. It was time to hit a jog. He skipped a few tracks toward that range and worked to match.
By the time Logan completed lap 3, he reached and held at 65%. So, he turned on a 1-minute interval timer and his “HIIT Playlist”, on his phone. Much of the music went at 120 BPM, give or take 30. This phase, he was going to rely on his fitness bracelet to tell him where he’s at, not enough time to do things digitally… rather, manually or with his fingers, to clarify.
He and Remus programmed this thing to flash his percentage progress, freeing up some mental space to not need to calculate that value repeatedly, whenever he looked at the monitor.
He picked up to a run for about another quarter-lap and broke into a full-tilt sprint. Every 20 or so seconds, he glanced at the bracelet, while keeping the majority of his attention to his surroundings and form.
20 seconds, 73%. Not good enough.
40 seconds, 84%. Logan grimaced and pushed his cadence up a bit more.
50 seconds, 86%. For the love of Archimedes… it’s okay. It’s close.
BEEP! 60 seconds, 88%. Orange. FINALLY. Okay, he thought he had a good read now, being consistent for the next sets should be easier.
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Time to, figuratively, dial things way down. He spent approximately 20 seconds running, 40 more jogging, and BEEP.
He took a couple sips from his water bottle, before spending the remaining 2 minutes going at a walk.
1 minute, 30 seconds, 78%.
BEEP. 2 minutes, 71%.
2 minutes, 30 seconds, 60%.
2 minutes, 50 seconds, 53%.
BEEP. 3 minutes, 49%. Green. Logan sighed to himself, “Margin of error, you have to account for it… anyways.”
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Round 2.
20 seconds, 76%. Better.
40 seconds, 85%. Almost there.
50 seconds, 87%. Orange, again. Locked on, Logan smiled. Now hold this for 10 more seconds…
BEEP!
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Second active rest cycle.
Once he got down to a walk again, he observed that Roman was on the opposite end of the track. Still going at what he could only describe as an absurd pace.
Roman closed in when Logan was 2 minutes into this interval. 69%, by the way. Logan groaned, some of Remus’s sense of humor “rubbing off on him”. Why must people ascribe such crudeness to an arbitrary number, he wondered.
Roman was panting quite loudly, shouting down Logan, “Nerd- Nerd’s got some SPEED!”
Logan took a swig of his water bottle. “This is not the first time you’ve seen me manage this.”
Roman looked like he just realized he should have followed suit, smacking his lips and drinking several gulps from his own water supply. “R-riiight.”
“You really should pace yourself. On everything. Honestly.”
“HEY. Only Snakey McSnakerson gets to tell me that!”
“Is he here right now? Am I wrong?���
Roman was back to pouting, “I’m not going to dignify that with a response.”
“But you just-”
Roman cupped his hands over his ears, “Lalala – I can’t hear you!”
Roman ran off ahead of him again. Logan could only shake his head.
2 minutes 55 seconds, 51%.
BEEP. 50%. Green.
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Round 3.
30 seconds, 80%. Not bad if he said so himself.
40 seconds, 84%. Margin of error.
50 seconds, 89%. Overcompensated somewhat, it would seem. Perhaps Roman’s competitive streak was “infectious”, today.
BEEP! 60 seconds, 91%. Orange, approaching red. Yeah, he was definitely overcompensating.
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Third rest, fourth active, fourth rest, fifth active intervals... hitting his marks, pleasingly and without incident.
He was on his fifth rest, soon enough.
Once Logan was walking again, he thought he was up for extending his active intervals to 2’, for the next 5 sets. Things have been building palpable fatigue, but very manageable.
Roman still appeared to holding up, a short distance ahead of Logan, at this point. Perhaps he was slowing down. It was a few moments before the distance was closed again.
Roman was drenched, so Logan decided to ask him, “Are you quite alright?”
“Might be getting a little tired now, no big deal.”
Logan recalled some things Patton instructed all of them about and he looked at Roman more carefully as they walked slowly. Roman looked paler than usual. “Hmmm, is your head hurting, perhaps?”
“Maybe a little. Didn’t get enough sleep again, it’s probably that.”
“I imagine it couldn’t be helping but-”
Roman got a little agitated, “But what, Egg Head?”
“Are you nauseous?”
“I’m not ready to puke, not just yet, Bro Ham.”
“May I check your pulse? Or rather, how does it feel?”
“What are you getting at!?”
“Cramps? Dizziness?… I think you are exhibiting the signs of heat exhaustion.”
Roman looked like he was going to be short with Logan, but it was clear now that he was starting to get somewhat wobbly. Logan decided to prompt him again, “Here, let us go to the showers, you need to cool off.”
Roman knew he couldn’t fight Logan in his current state, “Fiiine.”
Logan was annoyed about cutting his workout short, but he could always resume later. This was more important, anyways.
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Roman was lying on his back on one of the benches in the locker room. His outfit then saturated with cool shower water, holding a battery-power fan to himself that Logan let him borrow.
Logan was at his feet, “How are your symptoms now?”
Roman groaned, “You’re not “the doctor” in our group, would you please stop acting like it.”
“I do not wish to see you in the hospital, Roman.”
Roman sputtered a little, “Yeah well, I’m fine.”
“Stable, I suppose, yes. But I know you enough to know you are not “fine”.”
Roman almost shot up to rebut, but a wave of dizziness forced him back down. “Look. I just didn’t get enough sleep – mind was running a bajillion miles an hour last night. So many IDEAS to write down. And couldn’t get to sleep until way after… you know what? Nevermind.”
Logan did care and frankly saw a lot of similar tendencies between the two brothers. It disturbed him and made him wish he was able to help them get a better handle on their sleeping and general health habits. It seemed as though they were both at very high risk of something serious occurring. But at the same time, he recognized that this was not his area of expertise. All he could really do was try to be there for them.
“Speaking of which... I think I see my wall… approaching… going to-”
Before Logan could latch onto any inquiries about walls, Roman dropped the fan and started snoring. After a brief moment of worry, Logan was reasonably sure this was simply a nap, not a loss of consciousness. To his relief.
Logan thought idly, “I suppose I should at least inform Janus what occurred. Roman might not be fit to drive for a while longer.”
Logan tapped out a message, “Hey. I’m in the locker room with Roman. He likely had an episode of heat exhaustion, today. He appears to be doing okay right now. But I felt that it was worth mentioning it to you.”
It was not even 2 minutes before Janus responded with, “WHAT!?”
“He’s safe, just taking a nap. I suppose he wouldn’t mind if you took him home.”
“… omw. That dumb ass has some explaining to do. With love, of course.”
“Indeed, I shall see you shortly then?”
“Yeah, ttyl… thanks, btw.”
Logan supposed he should stick around to make sure Roman was safe before resuming his own agenda. He had to admit, like with Remus, he did enjoy seeing them get some greatly needed rest.
#spilled musing#sanders sides#logan sanders#roman sanders#janus sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#(*i think that may be a more accurate label to this AU's Roceit)#(honestly both the twins are complete disaster humans)#(but they're in good company)#gymrat au
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Aromantic!Roman Logince Arranged Marriage AU??
I had an AU idea and wrote it down in bullet points as I thought about it, so here is that. Disclaimer: I am not anywhere on the aro spectrum and I’m not very knowledgeable about what it's actually like to be aro, so there’s most likely some mistakes and incorrect things. Feel free to (kindly) point out the misinformation and correct me on it. Also this is pretty long so most of it is under a cut
Warnings: slight arophobia/unaccepting parents, let me know if there’s anything else!
Arranged marriage AU ish??
Or just they have to get married for financial/safety/etc. reasons, whatever
Originally I thought Logicality but like, now I’m thinking Logince?
So Ro and Lo’s parents have them meet and make them go on a date and BAM their parents break the news like
“y’all have to get married in six months there’s no backing out so like start getting to know each other and form a relationship”
the boys aren’t happy but they Understand
except, one problem, our boy Roman is aromantic
although, he doesn’t know there’s a word for it
he just knows that he’s never thought of someone romantically, never looked at someone and wanted to be romantic with them, and the idea of being in a romantic relationship does not sit well
he doesn’t say anything for a while because it’s not like it’ll change anything, they need to get married
so the boys go on dates once or twice a week for a few months and hang out a lot
and Ro definitely thinks Logan is a great interesting person and really appreciates their new friendship
but this is a big No Romo zone
Roman tries to bring it up with his parents and explain that the marriage won’t work because he doesn’t feel That Way about Logan
but his parents say he’s just making up excuses
which hurts quite a lot
so Roman keeps going on dates and getting to know Logan better
and god is Logan an amazing person
and Roman doesn’t mind them holding hands or cuddling or having deep personal conversations or going out to dinner or dancing around the living room
in fact he quite enjoys those moments
he can’t deny that Lo brings him so much happiness
but there are no butterflies fluttering in his stomach
and the few kisses they’ve shared, however brief, have all left him feeling a bit bleh and icky
the way he feels about Logan isn’t too much different from the way he feels about his best friend Virgil
although his feelings for Lo do feel a bit different? Stronger maybe? Roman isn’t quite sure???
but he knows he doesn’t want to have a romantic relationship with Lo
so, two months before the wedding, in the midst of chaotic planning and preparations and decision-making and fittings and taste-tests
—because gosh darn it, weddings are really cute and sweet and if Roman is being forced to have his own then it’s gonna be perfect—
Roman pulls Logan aside
and explains as best he can how he feels
Logan listens intently as Roman explains that, although he feels strongly for Lo, the feelings are purely platonic
Ro is certain that Lo will be upset and call the wedding off and never speak to him again
and it doesn’t help that Lo’s only response is
”I see. Thank you for telling me, Roman. Now, please excuse me”
and then Logan leaves the room
and Ro is heartbroken
but slightly glad that he won’t be forced into a romantic relationship and marriage
but the wedding planning continues, much to Roman’s confusion
Lo and Ro don’t see each other much and don’t get much time to talk, due to being pulled left and right by their parents to make sure every little detail is perfect
they’re only around each other when they must work together to make a decision, and then the conversation is strictly about the wedding
plus, whenever they do have free time, Logan disappears somewhere by himself without a word
and yeah Roman is definitely heartbroken
one month before the wedding, Virgil and Logan’s brother, Patton, decide that Ro and Lo need a break from all the stress
so V and Pat drag the other two out to the park for a picnic
and it’s a lovely time
except that Lo and Ro only directly address each other when absolutely necessary
everyone chooses to ignore the obvious tension
they visit the local town and walk around
Logan drops by the book store to pick up something he had apparently ordered before?? but he ignores everyone’s questioning stares
later that night, Logan knocks on Ro’s door with a package
Ro takes it but his father calls him to do something before he can open it
so he forgets about it
and a few days go past and he still hasn’t opened it and Logan has been giving him weird looks and he’s not sure why??
but finally, almost a week after Lo gave it to him, Roman remembers the package and unwraps it
inside he finds a book
Just Queer Things: An Extensive Guide to All Things LGBTQ+
which is a little bit of a strange gift, Ro thinks
inside the cover there’s a note
“Dear Roman, I’ve done lots of research since our previous conversation, and this book proved to be the most useful. I believe you should skip directly to page 73. And, perhaps, to page 82. Enjoy your reading. I hope you find the information enlightening. Love, Logan.”
curiously, Roman turns to page 73
Ro gasps softly as his eyes scan the page
“Aromantic: to experience little to no romantic attraction”
Roman’s eyes fill with tears as he continues to read more about the identity
His identity
he can’t believe there’s a word for how he feels
the tears stream down his cheeks and a grin spreads across his face
after a few minutes, he wipes his eyes and takes a shaky breath, then turns to page 82
“Queer Platonic Relationship, otherwise referred to as a QPR”
when Roman finishes reading the description, he jumps up and sprints out of his room
he searches the house and asks their parents, in search of Logan
finally, he finds Lo sitting out in the middle of the field behind the house
he runs over and shouts “aromantic!!”
Logan jumps halfway into the sky and squints through the dark at Roman’s form that’s racing towards him
“you figured it out, Lo!! I’m aromantic!!”
Logan smiles at the sight of Roman’s wide grin illuminated by the moonlight
Roman crashes into Logan with a giant hug, making them both laugh
“took you long enough to open my gift,” Logan says as he wraps his arms around Roman
“thank you so much, Lo. I never would’ve figured it out without your help.”
“of course, Roman”
“I’m aromantic,” Ro breathes out with a laugh. “Everything makes sense now! I’m not weird or broken or making excuses!”
“of course not, Princey,” Logan says, pulling back to look into Ro’s eyes. “You’re not any of those things. You’re wonderful and incredible. And you’re so so valid”
they share another hug (and maybe a couple of tears shh)
and after a few moments of comfortable silence as they walk back to the house, Roman looks up at Logan
“so… what do you think about the whole QPR thing?”
Logan pretends to give it some thought before responding “I suppose it sounds quite satisfactory, don’t you?”
Roman just smiles and lets out a cheer, making Logan laugh at his little victory dance
“gosh, Roman, I’d have to say I’m very fond of you”
Roman presses a kiss to Logan’s cheek
“and I’m pretty fond of you, too, my nerdy QPP,” he responds before grabbing Lo’s hand and dragging him back to the house
Ta da! Hope you enjoyed! This is the original basics that I wrote first, but I’ve thought a little bit more about other details in this AU, so let me know if you wanna hear more? Reblogs are appreciated!
(Hey @the-princey-pie and @royalnerd829, y’all asked me to share it)
#logince#logan sanders#roman sanders#aromantic roman#qpr logince#sanders sides roman#sanders sides logan#virgil sanders#patton sanders#sanders sides#sanders sides fanfic#arranged marriage au#fanfic is great#i wrote a thing
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Memes Make For Serious Business, Pt. 2
Memes, Pt. 1
Warnings: None
Pairings: Romantic Analoceit, ambiguous (but leaning toward QPP) Royality, sibilng-style Prinxiety
Words: 2,039
So. You may have guessed. That this is Memes Pt. 2. I just reblogged part one in case anyone finds this and needs to read that. It will be right under this. Don’t we just love a sequel? Anyway, this is Virgil giving the news to Roman and Patton. Enjoy!
They were at Roman’s house this time. Virgil was holding a buzzer in one hand, and so was Roman. They were both decked out in their finest Disney merch, though Roman felt as though he were definitely the more prepared in this scenario.
He was also wondering if he should take it easy on Virgil this year. The boyfriend hoard had all stayed over last night, but Virgil had woken up this morning puking. Roman had immediately offered to postpone the duel until Virgil wasn’t sick. Virgil had insisted he was fine, which was normal. Virgil never admitted when he was sick. He hated being sick so much that when it did happen he pretended he was fine to the point that you wouldn’t know unless he puked right in front of you.
Which he had.
What was weird about the situation was the boyfriend hoard: they weren’t concerned. In fact, they had even agreed with Virgil. And with all three of them insisting he was fine, well, Roman really couldn’t object again, could he? Virgil was already talking smack about winning this year, and breaking the tie, and he certainly didn’t look sick now. If he puked again, Roman would set up enforced bed rest and he knew that Patton would be on his side from the worried looks he kept sending their way. But unless that happened, Roman didn’t feel like it was in his power to do anything, best friend or not.
Still, there was something strange going on here.
“We’ll start with the first Disney movie ever made,” Logan said from the podium. Roman’s fairly sure that Logan stole it from a lecture hall years ago when he lost a debate. Roman hadn’t been there when it happened, and he couldn’t rightfully say it was true, but the tail added spice to Logan’s bland character, and also there was a shine in his sneaky eyes that made the idea of Logan being some sort of international criminal all too possible. Call him a fool, but Roman believed in magic and he also believed that Logan was capable of heinous acts.
“Round One is: Snow White. Contestants, are you ready?”
“Uhhh-ffirmative, boss man,” Virgil said.
“Ready to kick names and take ass.” Roman stuck his tongue out at Virgil, and Virgil flipped him off.
“Right. Question one: how many dwarves are there?”
Roman slammed his hand down on the buzzer. “Seriously, Logan? That’s child’s play.”
“And that, Roman, was not the correct answer.” Roman squawked indignantly as Virgil hit his buzzer and shouted the answer. Dee was practically doubled over with laughter, and Roman heard him mutter, “we may not even have to use the secret weapon at this rate.”
“Did you just say secret weapon? Judge, they’re conspiring to cheat!” Roman yelled at Logan. Logan shrugged.
“Dee, you know the rules.”
“Yes, of course. So does Patton,” Dee said. Virgil punched him in the shoulder, but he was trying not to laugh too.
There was something fishy going on. Roman needed to figure out what.
“Hey, kiddo. I would never do anything against the rules.” Patton held up his hands. Roman watched as he made intense eye contact with Dee, all with the look of angel on his face. “Cheating is bad.”
“So is-”
“Alright, alright. Enough. Point goes to Team Off-Brand Cereal. They lead with a score of 1-0.” Logan pulled the next index card out of the stack. “Question two: What is the Prince’s name in Snow White and The Seven Dwarves?”
Patton pressed the buzzer with a lot less force than Roman had. “What is Prince Florian,” Patton answered promptly. He smiled at Logan.
“Correct. Point to-”
Dee hit their buzzer. “What is Prince Buckethead.”
“Dee, we already said the-”
“Also correct,” Logan announced. “Point to Team Home Of Sexual and Team Off-Brand Cereal.”
“You’re including double answers?” Roman exclaimed. “Oh, it is on.” Patton laughed loudly next to him.
“That’s my specialty,” he said coyly, and wrapped an arm through Roman’s. “I know all the double answers.”
“I know more,” Dee said, taking a sip from his red bull. Virgil looked at it longingly. Before Patton could retort, Virgil mumbled,
“Can I have some?”
“No.”
“But I want some.”
“No.”
“Logaaaaan,” Virgil whined. Virgil made grabby hands at the can, and Roman snorted.
“Where’s your coffee at, emo nightmare?” Virgil groaned and dropped his head onto the table.
“Virgil is not allowed to have caffeine,” Logan said. “He’s trying to fix his sleeping habits.” Virgil groaned again.
“Okay, what deceitful trick are you three trying to pull?” Roman exclaimed. “You’ve been acting suspicious all day. And Virgil would never willingly give up coffee.”
“It’s not willing,” Virgil grumbled.
“Virgil can do whatever he wants with his sleeping habits when it’s affecting him. However, when he keeps me up until four a.m. and I have work the next morning, it becomes an everyone problem,” Logan said. He gestured at Virgil. “See this? This is a good night’s sleep and healthy consumption of addictive substances.”
“I can’t have any,” Virgil said. He switched his glare between Logan and Dee. “I blame you two for this.”
“I stand by this being a good decision,” Logan said. He looked pleased and happier than the conversation really called for.
“Okay, but why is Dee still drinking it then?” Patton asked. “That’s kind of mean to just taunt him with it.”
“I don’t keep everyone up until work the next morning talking about conspiracy theories when I drink energy drinks. I just vibrate until I can feel my skin falling off.” This brought everything to a pause.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have that either,” Logan said slowly. Dee pulled the can closer to his chest and hissed.
“One thing at a time, Logan,” Logan muttered, closing his eyes.
“Well, um, okay. Maybe we should get back to the game, kiddo? Question Three, right?” Patton said.
“You’re still acting weird, but you’re also going down,” Roman said. Virgil smirked back.
“In your dreams, Princey.” Dee blew a kiss over Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil nodded at Logan. “Question three. We’re ready.”
“Question Three,” Logan said, “in Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs, how many songs are sung?”
Roman smacked the buzzer. “Eight!”
“Correct,” Logan intoned. He sounded less like a game show host and more like a robot being tortured, but Roman would take the win either way. “Point to Team Home Of Sexual, with a score of 2-2.”
Roman sent one last glance at Virgil, and then turned back to the game. If he wanted to play the game while at an obvious disadvantage, that was his decision. If he wanted to do it without coffee, of all things, then that was also his decision. Roman couldn’t make him wait out whatever weird thing was going on. He could only wipe the floor with Virgil and then insist on him getting some rest after.
Three Hours Later
“Stop throwing things at each other! Where did you even get Monopoly pieces? We’re not playing Monopoly! Patton, stop trying to look at my cards!” Logan yelled. Both sides settled down a little bit. Logan huffed, notecards cradled to his chest. “Alright, thank you. Any disputes can be handled as civilized people and not whatever kind of show you all put on right there.” Logan shook his head. A checker fell out of his hair. “As judge, your opinions don’t matter anyway because I get final say.”
Roman held his breath as Logan glanced over the card and then at the teams. “Virgil said it more quickly, but Roman pressed the buzzer first. Point goes to...Team Home Of Sexual.” Roman and Patton whooped and hugged each other, and Virgil grumbled something about broken buzzers. Logan waved his hands again.
“Okay, okay. Settle down. Nobody’s won yet.” Logan had looked more and more exasperated as the game went on. He was practically slumping now. Roman didn't know how Virgil and Dee got him to go along with this, how they convinced him to ref, but Roman probably didn't want the details on that anyway. “Listen up,” Logan said. “There is only one question left. You're tied. So whoever gets the next question will be the winner of the competition.” He looked between the teams. “I only have one question left. Please, do not cheat.” Logan sighed and looked down at his notecards. “Are you ready?”
“Ready, Lolo,” Virgil chirped, voice too sweet to be anything but scheming. Roman sent a suspicious look at them, but nodded his agreement.
“Settling this, once and for all.”
“Good. The last question pertains to: The Incredibles.” Patton whooped. It was one of his favorites. “What phrase does Dash say when the family’s camper stops rolling through Downtown Metroville?”
“VIRGIL’S PREGNANT!” Dee shouted, cutting Roman off.
Virgil hit the buzzer. “Let’s do that again!”
“Virgil’s correct,” Logan announced.
“That’s cheating!” Roman yelled. “You can’t just yell that Virgil’s-Virgil’s...what?” Both Roman and Patton stared at Virgil. Roman had never been quite so confused before in his life, and college was mostly made of apathetic confusion, so that was saying a lot. Then Patton started shaking next to him.
“Virge?” he said with a huge smile across his face.
“Yeah,” Virgil said. He smiled. “I’m pregnant.” Patton stared for a second, and then Roman got up and walked across the room and wrapped Virgil in a hug. Which would have been nice, except then he tightened his grip, lifted, and started spinning. Virgil squawked something to the effect of “put me down, you asshole!” but Roman was chanting something about Virgil having a baby version of himself and Patton was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe and Dee and Logan were sitting side-by-side absolutely not helping Virgil at all.
Eventually, Roman did put him down and Patton darted in for a hug, just as exuberant but with a lot less spinning, and then Roman was hugging him again and Virgil had to laugh, even if he thought it was a bit ridiculous.
“Alright, alright,” Virgil said, hugging back. Roman could see Patton doing his best to get both Dee and Logan in a hug at the same time. They were both about as huggable as a cactus, even if Patton was doing a commendable job.
“Virge, this is incredible!” Roman exclaimed, and then gasped. “The Incredibles! You dirty cheater!” He never let go of Virgil, but he did glare at Dee.
“As Roman so aptly noted, what you did was cheating,” Logan said. “That means you end another competition in a tie game. Which you knew would happen when you decided your last ditch effort at winning was cheating.”
“Woe is me,” Dee intoned flatly. Roman snorted in Virgil’s ear.
“Another year lost to our mutual love for Disney,” Roman lamented dramatically and swung Virgil up into his arms. Virgil yelped again and then grumbled as Roman went stalking out of the room.
“Roman, where are you taking him?” Logan called after them.
“We are going to marathon Disney until none of us can keep our eyes open! Getting an early start on prep for next year. And then we are going to all sleep in a giant pile on the floor, as is the only sensical solution after such a day of ups and downs!”
“There’s nothing sensical about it,” Logan muttered but followed them into the living room nonetheless. All five of them set about making the perfect pillow nest, and then Roman set up a queue of movies that was almost acceptable for everyone. And as Virgil curled up, suspiciously in the middle of everyone, he smiled.
“Hey, Ro?” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Dee and I are going to have another player on our team this time next year. Which means you’ll be out-numbered.”
Roman felt his eyes go wide, and he looked imploringly at Patton. “Patton, my dearheart, my love, my sweetest darling, my-”
“Shut up,” Logan hissed.
“-sweetie pie, we absolutely must adopt a child.”
“Oooooh!” Patton cried at the same time as Dee groaned and Logan shouted, “NO!” Virgil cackled from his spot curled into Roman’s side, and Roman knew, without a doubt, that things were about to get a whole lot cuter.
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:0 can you write logicality qpps who r kinda flirty but not romantically? in my head their dynamic is p much like a dating couple but without being called a couple. maybe it's patton's birthday or smth and logan gets him like slime and/or paint or smth so he can finally live out his life's dream,,,, idk anyway logan gives advice on like color theory n stuff like what kinds of slime are best together bc he lowkey researched it beforehand and pat's like ":00" anyway yeah thats my prompt lol aa
There’s a lot more in this prompt that I’m going to try writing into other fics, but this one is written at what would be the start of their qpps, so they’re still working on their dynamic. Patton definitely finds it a lot easier to open up than Logan, but Logan is definitely appreciative of the relationship as a whole.
Squish
Fandom: Sanders SidesShips: LogicalityWarnings: None
Summary: Logan and Patton have been growing closer lately and Logan’s a bit nervous before a lot of their hang outs. Patton’s always a source of reassurance and Logan is definitely grateful for that.
Background for this is that Patton and Logan have been getting closer and while Logan isn’t used to expressing feelings (because “emotions aren’t logical, Patton”), he really does appreciate Patton’s help in showing him that emotions aren’t his enemy. (Also hc in this is that Logan’s aro/ace, though the way he handles his emotions is entirely due to his personality, not his orientations.)
Tagged: @existental-crises
Logan had been researching this for days. If one used yellow and purple in tandem, the result would be a pleasant stimulation of the mind due to the complementary colors. The slime aspect would add another layer of stimulation, appealing more to the sense of touch than the sense of sight, although the latter would also be benefited.
He was standing at the edge of the stairs, holding two containers of slime firmly in his hands. His palms weren’t sweating, that would be irrational. If they were, then the only explanation would be that he is gripping the containers too tight. He loosened his grip accordingly, but found that his palms were still perspiring. It must be the temperature of the room. Roman’s always turning up the thermostat. He made a mental note to check and reset the thermostat later. Right now, he was busy trying to figure out the best way to get Patton’s attention. He was still running through possibilities in his head when he heard someone at the top of the stairs.
“Hey, Logan! What’s up?” Patton asked, making his way down the stairs, looking inquisitively at the small tubs in Logan’s hands. “What’re those things you’ve got there?”
Logan felt heat rise to his cheeks. Darn that Roman. “I was wondering if you were free, I mean, I know that you’re free because Thomas hasn’t called on us, but I meant if you aren’t doing anything, I just thought,” Patton tilted his head, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “I– here!” Logan extended the containers towards the emotional Side, watching Patton’s face intently for any facial indicators of discomfort. He felt his face heat more as a wide smile broke across the other’s face.
“I love slime!!” Patton exclaimed, snatching the yellow container from Logan’s hands before pulling the lid off and jabbing his fingers in.
“Oh, wait, Pat!” Logan moved closer, making sure the slime didn’t spill over the edge. “Let’s do that over the table, okay? We don’t need a mess on the stairs, the carpet would be such a pain to clean up.”
Patton nodded giddily and followed Logan over to the dining room table. He plopped down at the table and wiped it with his sleeve before scooping the slime out and dumping it in front of him. He smiled as the other took the seat next to him. Logan unlidded the purple slime and set it on the space in front of him. He wanted to explain the colors, but Patton seemed too immersed in the slime itself to think about the color theory behind Logan’s choices.
Patton looked up after a minute of playing with his slime. “Thanks for this, it’s really fun! And I like this time we get to spend together, it’s nice.” He smiled again, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks. Logan nodded.
“I, too, find that spending time together can be beneficial.” He thought for a moment and added, “Plus, you really help me make sense of things sometimes…” Patton paused from his slime and looked up.
“Aww, Logan!” He pressed their shoulders together for a moment, smiling. “You know that I’m always here for you. Emotions are… well they’re just downright confusing sometimes. And that’s okay! So if you ever need anything at all, don’t be afraid to ask.” Logan liked this, the safeness he felt around Patton. It had definitely taken him a while to grow used to Patton’s energy and even longer to be comfortable around him. But now that they’d found this nice happy medium, he felt content. He could take part in their shared interests- like these autonomous sensory meridian response simulations- and they’d even started to branch out and try spending time together doing things that mainly only one of them usually did, like playing chess or watching animal videos. Logan had also grown more comfortable with physical interactions over the last month or so. It was just small things like having their shoulders touching as they sat on the couch or sitting at the table with their hands close together, but for Logan, that was enough. He wasn’t a big fan of overt expressions of affection, but he appreciated Patton’s efforts to show his own comfort in their relationship. It was a rather unspoken thing, but they did manage to have moments like this where their affection for each other was more obvious.
Patton took Logan’s slime and after asking permission, smushed it into his yellow slime. “It’s like this!”
“I don’t…? It’s like slime?” Logan looked confused and Patton chuckled.
“No, a squish!” He squashed the slime together again and Logan cracked a smile. Despite all his huff, he really was always impressed by Patton’s use of wordplay.
“Yeah, Pat,” he said, giving a smile that only Patton ever saw, “just like that.”
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