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ts-storytime · 5 years ago

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#my post #text #posting schedule 2019 #sorry i did put a bit more priority on the author's posting preferences!#i know i didn't hit everyone's preferred dates but i tried to stay close to them #let me know if i missed anyone or anything you'd like to tell me!

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sociallyawkward--fics · 5 years ago

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52 and/or 61

Oh! And let’s do a Thomas Sanders Analogical. (I’m a sucker for analogical.)

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Yup yup yup! Coming right up! The only idea for a while to occur to me was one VERY similar that I’d already written for Prinxiety so hopefully I managed to get far enough away from that one lol (I think I did at least)

(Also now I meet a conundrum because I want to title this the quote from 61, but I already have the Prinxiety fic titled that lol)

Also also, Punk Logan, except I don’t really know how to write Punk Logan but it’s whatever lol. And if this seems choppy it’s because I wrote it in segments at weird times lol

52. “Are you going to talk to me?”

61. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

Word Count: 2779 (I was trying to keep it short but this is where we ended up lol)

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This was Virgil’s own personal hell. He was well and truly fucked. He should’ve never gone to school ever a day in his life just to avoid this moment.

He had to adapt a scene from a play, probably Shakespeare, he zoned out in terror before the teacher finished explaining, into modern-day language and then perform it in front of the entire class. And to top it all off, it was a partner project. He had to work with another person.

At least he wouldn’t have to perform alone.

But, just his luck, Virgil couldn’t just flock to Roman for the partner project like he always did. The teacher just had to assign partners. And Roman, with all his good luck, got that super nice new kid. Patton, Virgil thought his name was?

And Virgil got stuck with Logan Berry. The most intimidating kid in the class, maybe the school, notorious for getting into trouble on a regular basis.

“You have the rest of the class period to work with your partner,” Mrs. Mitchell said. “Pair up. And I better see working! No goofing around!”

Virgil hesitantly looked over at Logan, seeing him already packing his stuff up and and standing from his desk. Virgil took a deep breath and curled in on himself.

Roman clapped his shoulder as he left his desk next to Virgil, heading over to Patton. “Good luck, Virge. Tame the beast.”

“Yeah, right,” Virgil hissed back, glaring at Roman’s retreating back.

He jumped as Logan plopped down in Roman’s seat. Barely holding back another jump when Logan’s backpack was tossed to the ground between them.

“So we got some scene between Benedick and Beatrice from Much Ado About Nothing,” Logan said, sounding bored.

Virgil nodded.

“So I guess we’ll have to adapt it so that Beatrice is a dude, unless one of us wants to dress in drag.”

Virgil nodded.

“And then I suppose we’ll do the hula and get chased down by hyenas.”

Virgil started to nod, then jerked slightly and shot Logan a weird look as best as he could without meeting his eyes.

Logan rolled his eyes, Virgil could tell by the head movement, and tugged at one of the studs in his ears. “Just checking if you were actually listening.”

Virgil nodded again.

Logan buried his head in his hands. He looked up, exasperation rolling off of him in waves. “Look, we need to do this project. Are you going to talk to me? Or not?”

Virgil opened and shut his mouth a few times.

Logan ran a hand through his hair, wincing when his fingers caught in a knot and carelessly dropping the blue strands that came loose to the floor. Virgil scowled a little. That was kind of gross.

“Look, I get it, I’m scary, whatever. Everyone’s freaked out by me. Can we just do the project?”

Virgil nodded and tried to take a deep breath. “Making Beatrice a guy would be okay,” Virgil got out in a choked whisper.

Logan raised his hands to the sky, as if in praise. “He speaks!”

Virgil looked back down at his desk and scowled.

By the time they got to actually discussing their plans for switching Beatrice’s gender, the period was almost over. Virgil winced apologetically when the bell rang in the middle of one of Logan’s comments.

“You won’t have any more class time for this,” the teacher called. “You have a month and a half to finish this project, make sure you get together with your partner to finish and rehearse!”

Virgil wanted to growl at their teacher’s words. Logan actually did.

“Of course she doesn’t give us any more class time for this, she can’t even fucking teach.”

Virgil’s eyes widened and snapped to Logan’s face.

Logan turned his glare on him. “What?”

Virgil averted his eyes again and raised his hand in surrender, speedily packing his stuff. Logan ripped his notebook out of his hands, scribbled something in the margins, and shoved it back at Virgil, standing to leave.

“Let me know when you’re free to work on the project,” he said as he left.

Virgil looked down at the notebook. Messily scrawled in blue ink was a phone number.

Ugh, Virgil hated texting first.

Roman had to talk him into at lunch, Patton joining them for the meal and providing his own support.

Eventually, Virgil did text, right before the bell to signal the end of lunch rang. Logan texted back nearly immediately and they (unfortunately) made plan’s to walk to Logan’s after school (because Virgil absolutely refused to do this at his house, even if Logan also absolutely did not want to do it at his) to make more progress on their project.

Virgil worried about it throughout the rest of his classes. He’d worked himself well up by the time he was walking out the front doors with Roman and Patton.

“He can’t be that bad,” Patton chirped, bouncing next to Roman. “Lots of people can seem scary, even if they’re super nice.”

Roman laughed. “Not sure about that, but he definitely won’t murder you if he has to do a project with you. I’ve heard others who have worked with him say that he’s secretly a nerd. Could even be in the running for valedictorian.”

“Great,” Virgil muttered. “Now I have him insulting my poor intelligence on the list of things to dread.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “You’re plenty smart.”

Virgil turned when he heard a new set of footsteps speedily coming up on them. Logan speedwalked right past their group, brushing Virgil’s shoulder as he went.

“Let’s go, then,” Logan said.

Virgil shot a panicked look at Roman and Patton before rushing to catch up.

The two of them walked in silence for the full fifteen minutes it took to get to Logan’s house. Logan unlocked the door a much smoother motion than Virgil had ever accomplished in his life and slipped his shoes off in the entryway, motioning for Virgil to do the same.

“I’m home,” Logan called into the house. “I have a classmate with me.”

A frail looking woman poked her head out from what Virgil assumed to be the kitchen. “Blueberry, dear, just in time. Can you come help me with something?”

Logan slipped his backpack off, tossing it over onto the couch, and followed what Virgil assumed to be his grandmother into the kitchen. Uncertain of what to do, Virgil followed suit.

Logan reached up and handed his grandmother a dish from the cabinet before turning back to face Virgil, still standing awkwardly in the entrance to the kitchen.

“Nan, this is Virgil. We’re working on an English project together.”

Logan’s grandmother’s face lit up. “Oh, it’s so lovely to meet you! Logan never brings home friends!” She walked forward and pulled him into a hug.

Virgil shot Logan a panicked look over her shoulder, but Logan wasn’t paying attention. Instead he had his face buried in his hands in what seemed to be mortification, his ears pink.

“Nan, we really should get to work–”

Logan’s grandmother pulled back. “Oh, of course! Virgil, will you be staying for dinner?”

He shot a look at Logan, who shrugged. “I–I guess I can?”

“Wonderful! Alright, now you boys go on and get to work. I’ll come get you when it’s time to eat.”

“Thanks, Nan.”

Logan grabbed his backpack off the couch and led Virgil to his bedroom. Which was a lot more plan than Virgil had expected.

There was a bed with navy blue sheets. A desk with a laptop. A few astronomy posters. The walls were a typical beige. Nothing at all like Virgil expected. He glanced back over at Logan to find him wiping makeup off his face.

“Not what you expected?” Logan asked.

“Not really,” Virgil mumbled, finally setting his backpack down off to the side, where it wouldn’t get in the way.

Logan sighed. “There’s a reason I didn’t want to do this here. Get set up, I’m taking my contacts out, they’ve been bugging me since fifth period.”

Virgil furrowed his brow. This was not the same guy that told the (frankly, pretty shitty) principal to suck his dick. Maybe this wouldn’t be as terrible as he had feared?

Virgil got out his English stuff and waited for Logan to come back.

They made good progress on updating their characters that night. Virgil was able to relax and finally stop whispering and mumbling. Logan’s grandmother’s cooking was delicious.

By the time Roman had arrived to pick him up and take him home, Virgil had decided that Patton was right and that Logan was a pretty chill guy. Roman still didn’t believe him, but Virgil knew it wouldn’t be that easy to convince him.

The days and weeks that followed went similarly. Logan started joining Virgil and Roman (and now Patton, as well) at lunch. At least three days of the week after school, Virgil and Logan would go to Logan’s house to work on the project. Sometimes they would meet up on weekends, too.

There was one night when Virgil had accidentally stayed too late to leave and the two had an impromptu sleepover, deciding to work further on the project as long as they were awake. At least, they were pretending to work further on the project while goofing off.

“Mrs. Mitchell is absolutely going to kill us,” Virgil snickered.

Logan let out his own laugh. “Not our fault she thinks Shakespeare is the height of literature, “nothing” literally meant “dick” back then and she gave us Much Ado About Nothing.”

Virgil buried his face in the borrowed pillow to cackle without having to worry about waking Nan.

“Not to mention,” Virgil said as he lifted his face back up, “we’re turning it into two gay guys. She’s going to hate that, I don’t think she thinks her lesson plans through.”

Logan threw his head back, lost in snorting laughter and sending his glasses flying. “Just don’t fall in love with me and we’ll be golden.”

Virgil made some sound between a scoff and a snort. “No problem, I’m just here to piss of the student body, be gay, and do crime.”

They continued their routine after that. Roman and Patton started hanging out with them on weekends, and for some reason Roman kept sending him sly looks whenever the four of them were together. Every one was met with a confused look from Virgil, but Roman would simply shrug and not say anything.

It took another three weeks, to the point where Virgil and Logan were finally getting into the rehearsal stage, for Virgil to finally realize what those sly looks meant.

Virgil tripped over his unfinished costume and Logan darted forward to catch him before he could hit the ground. Virgil laughed it off and they reset, but his cheeks were warm and his heart was beating far too quickly.

But how did Roman realize it before he did? Had he been obvious before he’d even realized he liked Logan? Did Logan know?

This was Virgil’s own personal hell. He was well and truly fucked. He should’ve never gone to school ever a day in his life just to avoid this moment.

He could not be in love with Logan Berry. There was just no way he’d like him back!

They were only hanging out together because they were working on a project together. Another week and a half and Logan would move on, probably not even give him the time of day.

No, he couldn’t act on these feelings, and he just had to pray that Logan hadn’t noticed. He would get through this project, they would stop talking, and Virgil would get over it.

Even if Roman nagged him from that day forward.

Even if Patton started giving him sad looks when he thought none of them were looking.

Even if Logan asked him why he started being so weird.

At least Logan questioning him he was able to play off as anxiety over having to perform. And Logan bought it, thankfully, not questioning him further.

They finished their project and performed it for the class (thought not without numerous anxiety attacks on Virgil’s end, as well as him nearly throwing up the moment they stood in front of the class in their costumes and all their makeup), but even so, Logan didn’t leave.

He ate lunch with them everyday. He invited Virgil over at least one day every week, if not more. At least every other weekend they would end up having a sleepover.

And Virgil’s feelings, unfortunately, only grew.

Luckily, it seemed he had gotten rather good at keeping a cap on them. Roman and Patton stopped nagging and teasing and giving him looks. If fact, they stopped bringing it up at all. Virgil would be suspicious if he wasn’t so relieved.

It was another Friday night that turned into an impromptu sleepover. Really, it was more Saturday morning by that point, but Virgil certainly wasn’t paying attention.

Somehow in their sleepy states, Virgil had let his guard down. The two of them laid on the floor of Logan’s room, laptop at an angle they could both see and playing Star Trek episodes in the background. Virgil’s head rested on Logan’s stomach as they laid perpendicular to each other, Logan’s hand combing absent-mindedly through his hair.

“You know,” Logan sleepily mumbled, scratching a bit more against Virgil’s scalp.

Virgil hummed, both in pleasure and to show that he was listening.

“I told you not to fall in love with me. Back when we were working on that English project, remember?”

Virgil tensed, eyes shooting wide open. He was suddenly very awake, but he didn’t dare move and startle Logan out of his sleepy state. There was a chance he could pass out any minute and forget all of this, Virgil just had to keep it cool.

“I was joking, of course. But I didn’t plan on one thing. You know what that was?”

Virgil hummed again, not trusting his voice. His hands had started shaking and he twisted them into the blanket that had been haphazardly thrown over him at some point.

“I didn’t plan on me falling in love with you. And yet, here we are, aren’t we?”

Virgil gasped, shooting up into a sitting position and twisting around to look down at Logan. Logan looked startled and sat up as well.

“I-I’m sorry. The late hour must be getting to me, just ignore me, I–”

Virgil shot forward, grabbing one of Logan’s hands and using his free hand to cup Logan’s jaw. He leaned forward until their noses were touching.

“Do you mean it,” he said lowly.

“I–Yes, I mean it.”

“Well thank fuck,” Virgil said.

He leaned forward to capture Logan’s lips, feeling Logan draw in a quick breath through his nose. For a moment, Logan didn’t kiss back, and Virgil panicked.

Then Logan pushed forward to kiss back with so much force that Virgil fell toppled backwards onto his back, landing in a pile of pillows that they’d been smacking each other with earlier. Virgil laughed and Logan leaned over him, chuckling.

“Guess I got a little overexcited,” Logan said sheepishly.

“Hey,” Virgil said flirtatiously, “I’m not complaining.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Roman teach you that?”

Virgil laughed. “Just shut up and kiss me, nerd.”

Logan complied, moving in and pinning Virgil down to the pillow pile with his body. They continued on like that for a few long minutes, completely lost in each other, the Star Trek marathon completely forgotten.

Then there was a loud knocking at the door and the two of them pulled their lips apart to look at it in a panic.

“You boys best be behaving in there,” Nan called through the door. “I don’t want to be hearing any suspicious sounds.”

Virgil threw his head back and cackled. Logan flushed from his collarbones to his hairline.

“Nan!” He yelled back. “It’s three in the morning, why are you up?!”

“I could ask the same of you boys,” she answered. “Keep it PG in there!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Virgil called through his snickers.

Logan shoved at his shoulder, which was rather ineffective considering the fact that he was the one laying down against a solid surface.

“You’re cute when you blush,” Virgil laughed.

Logan cocked his head, as if listening, then moved forward into Virgil’s space again. “Stop flirting and kiss me some more.”

Virgil grabbed Logan and rolled them over, pinning Logan down instead, grinning when his blush returned.

“Whatever you say,” he said.

Needless to say, they did not separate for some time after that.

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timeoutforthee · 5 years ago

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Like it or Not-Chapter 26

Taglist: @itsausernamenotafobsong, @sea-blue-child, @iaminmultiplefandoms, @princeanxious, @uwillbeefoundtonight, @zaidiashipper, @arandompasserby, @levyredfox3, @falsett0, @error-i-dunno-what-went-wrong, @scrapbookofsketches, @podcastsandcoffee, @helloisthisusernametaken, @amuthefunperson, @michealawithana, @yamihatarou, @heck-im-lost, @unlikelynightmareconnoisseur, @idkaurl, @bubblycricket, @fnp-alizay, @neonbluetiefling, @comicsimpson, @a-little-bit-of-ace, @warrior-olive

Summary: Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil are all struggling in their recovery. Their doctors, Thomas Sanders and Emile Picani think they can help each other out.

Aka Group Therapy AU

Trigger Warnings: disordered eating habits, death mentioned, parents not understanding mental health, general ignorance, parents fighting

Read it on AO3!

Logan is numb the next day.

He floats through, unsure if he’s looking forward to lunch or dreading it. He wants one of the others to have an idea, to come up with something that makes it not real, but he’s gone over and over it and he can’t think of any thing to do.

Logan has never felt this helpless.

“What’s wrong?” Virgil asks, as soon as Logan sits in his seat.

“I’ll tell you at lunch.”

The fact he doesn’t deny it makes Virgil frown. But soon class is starting and he can’t say anything else.

Logan’s dad pulls up to Foster’s Center for Mental and Behavioral Health. His wife had asked him this morning if he would reconsider what he said to Logan, but he had already made his decision.

He parked in the front, and walked through the doors.

“Hello!” the secretary called out to him. “Who are you here to see?”

He snorted. As if he would ever need to see one of these “doctors.”

“I’m not here to see anyone. I’m here to pull my son out of your so-called services,” he says.

“Oh,” she says, slowly. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, my problem is that this doctor has been misdiagnosing my son, and now he thinks he has an eating disorder. I don’t want him seeing the doctor anymore.”

“...does your son have an eating disorder?”

“Boys don’t get eating disorders.”

“Uh-huh,” the secretary says. “Who is this doctor?”

“I think it’s Snyder or something.”

“Sanders?” she says, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you what, I’m going to call back and see if Dr. Sanders is in a session right now. If not, you can talk to him.”

Kurt crosses his arms. It’d be simpler to just pull him out, but he wants to meet this man, see what he really has to say. “Please do.”

The secretary picks up the phone and dials an extension. “What’s your son’s name?”

“Logan Crofter.”

Dr. Sanders must pick up, because she has a quick conversation, and soon Kurt is walking down the hallway. When he comes to the room number she gave him, the door is closed, so he knocks.

“Come in!” a voice calls from inside.

Kurt opens the door and walks into an office. It’s respectable, save for the small cartoon figure sitting on top of some book. There are paintings in frames on the wall and a bright green plant in the corner. In the middle against the back wall is a couch that looks very comfortable, like you could sink into it.

“Dr. Sander?” Kurt asks.

“Sanders,” Thomas corrects, offering him a warm smile as he stands up and offers his hand. Kurt takes it and shakes it. “Please, have a seat.”

“I don’t intend to take up much of your time,” Kurt tells him, sitting on the couch. It’s even more comfortable than it looks. “I just wanted to let you know that Logan won’t be attending your sessions anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Thomas says, “May I ask why?”

That makes Kurt pause. He can’t very well tell a doctor that he doesn’t agree with their practice, can he? Even if he couldn’t see the point, he could see the therapist’s degree hanging right there on the wall.

“I just don’t think it’s benefitting Logan,” he says. There. Not exactly a lie.

“Really?” Thomas asks, “If that’s the case I can see about switching him to a different therapist. I know he’s already worked a bit with my colleague Emile, through the eating disorder support group-”

Kurt snorts. He can’t help it.

“I must say, Mr. Crofter, I fail to see what’s so funny.”

“It’s just...you can’t be serious.”

“Serious about what?”

“About the eating disorder thing. Logan can’t possibly have one, he’s a guy,” Kurt says.

Thomas purses his lips. Ah. So there was the problem.

“Mr. Crofter, your son has a very serious and severe case of anorexia. Neurodivergency doesn’t discriminate. It’s very possible, as evidenced by your son and others, to get an eating disorder when you identify as a male.”

“Logan is fine,” Kurt says, “He eats lunch, he eats dinner, he’s a normal kid.”

“And tell me, did he eat lunch and dinner before group started?”

“Of course he did!” Though now that he thinks about it, Kurt isn’t so sure. Dr. Sanders must sense something, because he raises his eyebrows. “So, he missed a meal or two. It’s fine. Logan is fine.”

“I know accepting that your child needs help is hard,” Thomas says, “But I think pulling Logan out of therapy completely could be very harmful for him.”

“Harmful? Harmful how?”

“Well, as I said, he has anorexia. Anorexia nervosa is one of the deadliest mental illnesses you can have.”

“It is?”

“Yes,” Thomas leans over and opens the bottom drawer of his desk. He flips through a few papers before pulling out a pamphlet on anorexia. He holds it out, and Kurt takes it hesitantly.

“You’re saying if I take Logan out of your care...he could die…?”

“I’m saying if Logan doesn’t get help recovering, he could die.”

“But this isn’t real!” Kurt says in frustration, “This so-called science, this mental health nonsense, it’s never been around before and everyone’s been fine.”

“No, you’ve been fine. So you assume everyone else is, too. But since this ‘nonsense’ has been around, suicide rates have been dropping. And may I remind you that Logan was sent to me because he had anorexia? I’m not the one who diagnosed him, his primary care doctor did.”

“He did?” Why didn’t he tell Kurt that?

“Yes. I don’t mean to be rude here, Mr. Crofter, but I think you need to be a little more involved in the recovery process to fully understand it.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because your son deserves support.”

“Support? I support him just fine!”

“I have no doubt that you love your son,” Thomas assures him, and Kurt relaxes at that, “And that you try to support him in the best way you can. But you just need to learn a little more to help him in the best way.”

Kurt frowns, looking down at the pamphlet in his hands. He really did come in here with the intent to pull his son from the services, but he didn’t exactly feel like gambling with his son’s life.

“Have you considered coming in to join a session?”

“Why? I have no issues.”

“Just to experience what it’s like,” Thomas says, “And to see what helps your son.”

“I’ll consider it,” Kurt says, simply.

“That’s all I can ask,” Thomas smiles, “Now are you still interested in switching therapists?”

“No,” Kurt hesitantly approves of this man. He feels like he could trust him with Logan. “But if this mental health stuff gets too crazy, I am going to pull him out!”

“Understood,” Thomas is going to have to work on that.

“Did you talk to him?” Logan asks as soon as he walks through the door at home.

“Hello to you too,” Madelyn says.

“Mom.”

“I tried to talk to him, but he didn’t listen. His mind is made up, Logan.”

Logan takes a few deep breaths, trying not to work himself into a panic. That’s fine. He can make this work. Both Patton and Virgil said their guardians would be willing to pick him up, so he could make an argument based on that. Maybe his dad would be willing to listen if he didn’t have to do any work.

But the money, a voice reminded him.

Logan felt sick. He never exactly had a conversation with his parents about how much therapy was costing them, if they had any coverage with insurance or anything along those lines.

“Where is dad?” Logan asked, absent-mindedly.

“He drove up to Foster’s to pull you out at lunch,” Madelyn says, “He hasn’t come home.”

That gets Logan’s attention. “What?”

“I said-”

“I heard what you said!” Logan snaps, before taking another deep breath, “I thought we could talk about this, have you tried calling him?”

“No, I didn’t want to bother him,” Madelyn shrugs. “I told you Logan, his mind is made up. There’s nothing you can do.”

Tears spring to Logan’s eyes, and he immediately shoves the heel of his hand against them.

“It’s fine, Logan,” his mom says, “You will be fine. This is not that big of a deal.”

Yes it is! Logan wants to scream. I don’t know how to recover on my own! Maybe if he talked to his Psychology teacher, he could get more resources, and at lunch if the guys could review what they talked about during group-

Just then the doorknob turned and his dad walked in. Logan whipped his head around, wanting to yell, wanting to demand if he knew what he just did to him, wanting to beg him to go back, please-

“How’d it go, dear?” his mom asks, going over to her husband and kissing his cheek.

“I met your therapist,” Kurt says to Logan, absent-mindedly.

“Really? Why?”

Kurt doesn’t answer, instead he says, “I changed my mind.”

Logan freezes. He couldn’t have heard that right, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

“What?”

“I changed my mind. I didn’t pull you out. You can keep seeing Dr. Sanders.”

Logan is moving before he can control himself. He walks up and hugs his dad, feeling like he could breathe for the first time in 24 hours.

It takes Kurt a while, but eventually he hugs his son back, trying not to think about how close he was to hurting Logan.

It’s in the middle of their hug when Logan realizes he can never trust his parents again.

#like it or not #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic

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lovelylogans · 7 years ago

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podcastsandcoffee replied to your post “14 logince. For the prompt!”

I love this and I just want you to know this kinda helped me through a rough patch tonight so thank you. And I might be crying but I’m totally not I’m not crying you are.

aw, friend!! hugs from me! i’m happy i could help somehow. take care of yourself, okay??

#podcastsandcoffee #text #not ts

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writing-n-stuffs · 6 years ago

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Invisible Memories - Chapter 2

Trigger warning: angst, panic attacks, hatred

If I missed anything, let me know

Want to read this on my ao3?

“Anxiety,” Logan approached the kitchen. He clutched the book in his hands like a lifeline to keep from trembling. “Can we talk?”

“L-Logan,” Anxiety spun around and backed into the corner.

“Since you don't remember, I thought I might tell you about when you fell.”

Anxiety couldn't see where Logan was, or what he was doing, and that terrified him. For all he knew, the logical side was carrying a knife, rather than his hand bound copy of Paradise Lost. Logan didn't meet Anxiety’s eyes, not that the latter could tell. Logan took a breath in, and Virgil held his. “We were arguing. I grew angry with you, and couldn't contain it. I lashed out at you. I pushed you, and you fell down the stairs. You hit your head, which is why you can't remember or see. It's my fault, Anxiety. And I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry,” Logan stepped closer and grabbed Anxiety's hands. Anxiety started shaking. “I love you, Virgil, and I'm sorry. I never should have pushed you. Will you forgive me?”

Virgil shoved past him, still holding his breath. He tripped over Logan's foot and fell. He crawled backwards, trying to get away Logan followed.

“Anxiety breathe. It's okay. Four seconds,” Logan reached out and took Anxiety’s hands again, trying to ground him. Anxiety backed up more, this time into Roman. But all he knew was he bumped into something. All Anxiety knew was he was cornered. He felt the tightness in his chest constrict his heart more to the point where he wanted to scream in pain, but he was afraid to breathe.

“Anxiety,” Roman's voice cut through his panic. “Breathe.”

He couldn't. Breathing was wrong. Breathing meant that he was alive, that he took up space. But all he wanted was to fade into the shadows and hide. He didn't want to be seen, to be touched. He just needed to be invisible. He was desperate to run and hide, but couldn't move. His thought screamed at him. This was wrong. This was bad, dangerous. But he couldn't get out. He couldn't escape. He needed to get away so he could breathe. But that meant moving. And he couldn't. He curled his fingers into his hair, pulling. He felt arms wrap around him and a soothing voice whispering in his ear.

“It's okay kiddo. You're okay. Just breathe. I'm right here.”

“Dad,” Anxiety grabbed onto him for dear life. Patton held the smaller side close, murmuring reassurances in his ear. He looked up at Logan and shook his head as a way of saying ‘not now.�� Logan’s face fell and the logical side sank down into Thomas’s living room, where their host was having a panic attack only slightly lesser than Anxiety’s. Thomas was sitting on the stairs, in Virgil’s spot. That couldn’t be good. Thomas’s anxiety was always increased tenfold when he was there.

“Thomas can you breathe?” Logan tried to gently coax Thomas from his panic. He looked worriedly at the spots of red where Thomas’s fingernails were digging into his palms. He gently uncurled his fists, putting a stress ball in his hands. Thomas instinctively squeezed it. “Breathe with me, I’m going to count,” Logan said, before slowly starting to count backwards from 100. When he got to 0, Thomas had calmed down and was nodding with each count. “Good, I’m proud of you Thomas,” he smiled reassuringly.

Thomas looked up. “L-Logan?!” He squeaked. “Get away fro me!” He pushed the logical side into his place. “Get out get out!�� Logan had never seen Thomas react this way to seeing him, and it stung. This hurt almost as much as Virgil being afraid of him, and he knew it was his own damn fault.

I never should have gotten angry, he chastised himself as he sank down. He fled to his room, not letting his tears escape his eyes. He collapsed against the inside of his door, shaking. They hate me, he curled around himself. They hate me they hate me they hate me. I hate me. Virgil hates me. I should never have reacted. I’m such a failure. I can never do anything right. In that moment, Logan made a decision. He wouldn’t leave his room until he could earn back everyone’s trust.

Okay okay! I’m sorry about the long wait! But hey, at least there’s a new chapter!

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#invisible memories #thomas sanders #sanders side fic #princey sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #analogical #maybe #have fuuuuun~~

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nachosforfree · 5 years ago

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what if logan is good with other kids

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ts-storytime · 5 years ago

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Posting update

We are halfway through the month, with some great fanfics and fanart to show for it! This is just a check-in. Remember when you make your post, you need to:

Put “TS-Storytime 2019 Submission” in the tags

Tag this blog, @ts-storytime, otherwise I won’t see the work!

Have a link to your complete work, if the post itself is not the complete work. For writers, your work should be at least 15k, as according to the rules of the challenge. For artists, if you have made multiple pieces, please put them all in one post! And for both, be sure to link to each other’s work!

So here is a check-in for everyone’s posting dates up until now, about midway through the month. If your urls are crossed off, it means I’ve received and reblogged your submission. If not, then it means that I wasn’t tagged in your post, please send me a DM with your post so that I can reblog it here!

August 9: @notalwaysthevillian / @lasagnaliz August 10: @gaylotusthatexists / @justisaisfine August 11: @altruistic-skittles / @starry-shake August 12: @immortal-turtle / @crazygreatgamerperson August 13: @hiddendreamer67 / @phantomofthesanderssides August 14: @vexation-virgil / @nottodaylogic August 15: @indecisive-asexual-space-dork / @vdkstar @magicallygrimmwiccan / @storytellerofuntoldlegends

#my post #text #posting update

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virgilmydarkstrangeson · 6 years ago

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Trying to Survive: Chapter 32

Summary: Virgil just wants to live as himself. There are bumps in the road, but hey, life isn’t easy. Pairing: Analogical Trigger Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, food mention, mentions of surgery and hospitals, if you see anything else tell me! Word Count: 838

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Logan sighed to himself, as he scrolled through messages on his phone and very slowly picked at a sandwich. It was his lunch break, although it would soon be over, and all around him were the sounds of chattering teenagers.

It had been four weeks. Four weeks since Virgil had sent the obviously hurried text confirming that he was okay, that his surgery two weeks prior had gone well, but he didn’t know when he would be able to leave the hospital. Logan knew this, yet he couldn’t stop himself from feeling slightly sad at Virgil’s absence from his life. He was aware that Virgil would probably be out soon, but it was the prospect of not knowing when that would be that had Logan feeling so lonely.

One of the lights on the phone on his desk flashed orange, so he pressed the button to answer the incoming call, allowing it to go to speakerphone.

“Mr Picani?” the receptionist that Logan still hadn’t learned the name of asked, her voice sounding somewhat unsure. “There’s someone here who says he has to see you right now.” Logan glanced at the clock before sighing, pinching his nose.

“Tell him that I will see him in my next free period in around an hour.”

“B-but sir, he says that this is really important.” There was a pause. “He said to give you his name, uh, Sanders?” Logan froze.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes, sir, do you still want him to wait?” Logan immediately hung up the phone, grabbing his own mobile before walking as fast as he could without running. For once, his brain couldn’t process what was happening, he just knew that he had to reach the reception. He had to.

It took a couple of minutes before Logan was at the pair of glass doors leading into the reception, and Logan saw him. Virgil was there, his hair looking considerably longer with dark brown roots showing in his now faded purple hair. He was carrying a large bag, which probably had all of the personal items he had taken into hospital with him, and he was still wearing the hoodie Patton had gifted him, as well as the pendant Logan himself had given him, despite the weather now heating up. Logan was frozen, he was stuck, just looking at Virgil, who was looking around in the reception, fiddling with his fingers, until he was looking into silver eyes that were wide in surprise.

With shaky legs, Logan walked into the reception, his eyes never breaking contact with Virgil’s, and they just stood, looking at each other. Time seemed to freeze until Virgil dropped his bag and moved to hug Logan, and Logan instinctively wrapped his arms around Virgil’s shoulders, pulling him closer. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders and stomach, as they just stood in each other’s embrace.

“Hi,” Virgil mumbled against Logan, sounding as if he was about to cry, and Logan wouldn’t blame him as he himself was also feeling teary-eyed. He had never felt so strongly about another person before. “I know you’re working but I couldn’t wait-”

“It’s okay,” Logan cut Virgil off, before pulling away enough to properly look at Virgil’s face. He was, in fact, crying, but he also had one of the largest smiles Logan had ever seen on his face. “I missed you too, more than I could explain.” Virgil let out a small laugh, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his hoodie.

“That’s really gay, you big nerd.” Logan couldn’t help but also let out a laugh, keeping his hands resting gently on Virgil’s shoulders.

“As two men in a relationship, we are gay, Virg.” The pair smiled at each other at that, but before Virgil could say anything else, the bell rang throughout the entire building, and Logan sighed. “I have to teach a class now, I’m so sor-”

“It’s fine Lo, I can wait. If you’re not already sick of seeing me.” Virgil joked, and Logan merely shook his head as he laughed slightly.

“I have a free period after this next class, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” In a swift movement, Logan gently kissed Virgil on the lips in goodbye before heading back through the glass doors, leaving a very starstruck Virgil frozen in the middle of the reception area.

When Logan did come back, they went off to grab coffee together, hand in hand, and Virgil talked about how his surgery had gone, and the whole while Logan couldn’t help but notice how different Virgil looked, and not in that area. As they sat and talked, Virgil’s posture was a lot straighter, and he wasn’t keeping his hands against his chest the whole time. His smile was also a lot wider than it had been before, and if Logan said that the sight didn’t at least slightly melt his heart, he would’ve been lying. Virgil was here, and happy, and that was all Logan needed.

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