#loxiety

[smthbugz]

my favourite thing abt the sanders sides is how bad every single one of them wants logan

[lovecorepatton]

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please use he/she for logan and he/him for virgil <3

Music: Mint Leaves

Musician: Jeff Kaale

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[ID: a drawing of logan and virgil. logan is an asian person with light brown skin and dyed blonde hair. she wears a button up with a planetary pattern on it, cuffed jeans, and mismatched socks. he has round glasses. he leans against a bookshelf and holds virgil, hand gesturing as he talks. virgil is a white man with blonde hair in a ponytail and acne. he leans on logan’s chest and looks up at him. he wears a black hoodie, purple shirt, and dark ripped jeans. the background is a room. there’s a bookshelf with books, an aquarium, and a model of a star system. the bench that logan and virgil sit on is attached to the bookshelf, and a skateboard leans against it. there’s a window with rain. there’s a purple pink overlay, leaving the entire image slightly pastel purple. the next few images are variations of this. end ID.]

rbs are highly appreciated!

[artist-owl]

The Falling Star Shining in Your Eyes

ao3 link in reblog!

pairing: Virgil/Logan

word count: 632

prompt: listening to each other’s heartbeat

It was a characteristically muggy night in May, although at least it had been dark for long enough for the heat to have receded somewhat. Virgil could hear the quiet sound of leaves rustling in the breeze, the much louder sound of the cicadas screaming, and the sounds of other various night animals that shouldn’t be as unsettling as they were. The waterproof blanket crinkled under him whenever he moved. Above him, a meteor shower was going on. It had a name, Virgil was sure, though it had slipped his mind at the moment. He had been informed, however, that it was an incredibly rare astronomical event, and he probably should have been paying attention to it.

But - and Virgil would never admit it out loud - it wasn’t as good of a view as who was beside him.

The moon was only the smallest sliver in the sky (all the better to see the meteors, apparently) so Logan’s face was barely illuminated. Still, Virgil’s night vision was good enough that he could make out the outline of Logan’s features, the curve of his nose and the point of his chin, could see the soft smile gracing his face and his and the sparkling of his eyes as they reflected the gentle twinkling of the stars.

Ugh, he was making Virgil get poetic. Disgusting.

Logan let out an excited gasp - another meteor must have flown by - and turned to Virgil, blinking in surprise when he saw Virgil already facing him.

“You’re missing it,” Logan said.

“Nah,” Virgil replied entirely too earnestly.

Logan’s face softened almost imperceptibly. “Don’t you want to see the meteor shower?”

Virgil tried his best to bite back the probably dopey smile that was threatening to break out. “I’m a little more interested in something else right now.”

Logan’s brow furrowed a little bit, and the smile slipped from his face, which was illegal, nothing should be making Logan frown right now. “I didn’t realize that this might be boring for you, I’m sor-”

“Shush.” Virgil gave into temptation and reached over to smooth his hand over Logan’s brow until it relaxed. “I’m not bored at all, especially not with how excited you are right now, I’m just interested in someone very different from the stars.” He couldn’t stop himself from adding, “well, not that different,” before the words passed his lips, but the way Logan turned his head away in a clear sign of his blush even if it was too dark to see it was worth it at least. Virgil cleared his throat and continued, “I love being with you.”

He heard Logan cough slightly before saying, “Well. In that case.”

Virgil huffed a laugh. “Do you honestly think that I could hear you geeking out about this and planning this whole outing for a week without being at least a little invested in how excited you are?” Virgil pushed himself up on one arm so that he could drape himself over Logan, blanket crinkling in protest. “Scientifically impossible. You’re too cute.”

Logan pushed him gently around until he was situated securely against Logan, arms around his shoulders and head pillowed on Logan’s chest, Logan’s arms wrapped securely around his waist. “Well, who am I to argue with science?”

“Exactly.” Virgil settled further into Logan’s chest, turning his head to the side so he could lay comfortably. He could hear Logan’s heartbeat beneath his ear. The sounds of the night seemed to fade into the background, the slow, steady ba-dum, ba-dum, filling Virgil’s senses.

He felt Logan’s hand slide up his head, carding his fingers through Virgil’s hair and scratching gently at Virgil’s scalp. Virgil sighed in contentment, closing his eyes and relaxing further into Logan’s soft touches, solid presence, and the soothing sound of his heartbeat.

[too-attached-to-fiction]

Worm Your Way Into My Heart

Part 2 of the Found Home series

Summary:            

Logan offers to take care of the twins when their parents are out of town. Virgil isn't sure what to think.

Notes:    

Finally back on my bullshit again! Hi everyone. I know the last one didn't get too much attention but I'm so grateful for the few readers it got, and I'm excited to keep writing for this series. Most of them are just going to be one-shots in this universe because I didn't want to have an update schedule.... but I hope you enjoy reading them! I've been pushing myself to make these longer and I'm really proud of the outcome.

also: i live for Thomas talking about his two dads-

Nox

~~~    

  Logan and Virgil had heard of the Michaels long before they met them through the kids.

 Eleanor Beck and Levi Michaels were widely known at Michigan State. Virgil had once groaned to Logan that they were “almost too perfect to exist”. Levi got the main role in nearly every play the university held in the four years he attended. Eleanor often played the roles opposite Levi, though on occasion, she would be in the orchestra pit playing the piano.

 Somehow, they were the popular kids among the theater geeks. They’d been the ones that went straight to New York on trust funds, but their house was only a few blocks away from Virgil’s childhood home. The Sanders didn’t even know that the Michaels had returned until they sent an invite for dinner.

 Thomas had befriended the Michaels twins on the first day of preschool, but they never saw each other outside of school. Despite being their current kindergarten teacher, Logan wasn’t even sure who the twins’ parents were. When he called home regarding Remus’s behavior, he often only reached their voicemail or Joanne, the main housekeeper.

 “Mister Logan!” Remus and Roman ran up to him one afternoon during pick-up. Thomas was not far behind them, as always. “Our mommy and daddy want you to come over for dinner with Thomas and your wife!”

 Logan was about to correct them when Thomas spoke up, stomping his foot. “I      told     you, I have a Dad and a Papa. I don’t have a mommy.”

 “You have to have a mommy to have a baby.” Remus pointed out.

 “Well, Papa says I’m a-dop-ted.” Thomas said, flubbing the last word, and Logan fought the urge to laugh.

 “I’d need to talk to your parents if you want us over for dinner, though.” Logan said, trying to keep a straight face. “Do you have a way I can talk to them?”

 “They’re here!” Roman said. “Remus, go get them.”

 “On it!” Remus ran into the crowd of parents and quickly emerged with Levi and Eleanor in tow. “Mommy, you said you wanted to meet Thomas’s parents. This is Thomas’s dad!” He pointed at Logan, who gave them a smile.

 “Eleanor, Levi. It’s certainly been a while.” The three adults shook hands. The kids looked up at them expectantly.

 “I’m sure the kids have been keeping you on your toes.” Eleanor smiled down, ruffling Roman’s hair. “We wanted to invite you to dinner. How about Saturday night? The kids have been begging for a sleepover with Thomas lately.”

 “I’ll have to check with my husband, but that should be alright.” Logan watched Eleanor’s smile falter a little bit, but Levi continued the conversation.

 “Well, here’s my card. Call us if you can, we’d love to have you.” Levi handed over a business card. “Have a nice evening, you two.” The family of four left, and Thomas tugged on Logan’s pant leg.

 “What did I say about tugging my clothes?” Logan tsked, slinging the strap of Thomas’s backpack over his shoulder. “Ready to go home, bud?”

 “Can we get ice cream?” Thomas asked as Logan picked him up, walking back into the classroom to grab his own backpack.

 “Why don’t we wait until after dinner?” Logan compromised, and Thomas nodded, satisfied with that answer.

 ~~~

 “No fucking way.” Virgil said when Logan told him the news that night, at dinner.

 “Language.” Logan sang under his breath as Thomas giggled.

 “Papa said a bad word!” Their son said gleefully, showing the contents of his mouth as he spoke.

 “Remember what we said about talking when you’re eating?” Logan scolded, but he was looking at his husband, still waiting for a response.

 “Why would they want us over for dinner? They’re like Broadway      royalty.     Why are they here, anyways?” Virgil asked, sighing.

 “Well, they’re the parents of Roman and Remus, who are Thomas’s friends. I figure we should at least put in the effort to get to know them.” Logan spotted Thomas pushing his vegetables around his plate. “Buddy, you gotta eat your veggies.”

 “But why?” Thomas whined.

 “Because they’re gonna make you really smart and really strong. Like superpowers.” Logan said, smiling as Thomas started shoveling pieces of broccoli into his mouth. “And you always said you wanted to talk to them.”

 “Well, yeah, but what if they’re rich as-” Logan glared at Virgil, who corrected himself mid-sentence. “They’re rich meanies?” He tried, and Logan rolled his eyes.

 “Why would they be meanies? Roman and Remus are nice to me.” Thomas piped up. He was promptly ignored.

 “Isn’t Eleanor h-o-m-o-p-h-o-b-i-c?” Virgil spelled out, shooting a warning look at Logan.

 “She can’t be, she’s surrounded by people like us all the time. Plus, isn’t Levi bi?”

 “You can still be that and marry someone like      us    .” Virgil said indignantly. “What if they’re teaching their kids that kind of bias?”

 “Considering the amount of times I say “my husband” in class, I’m pretty sure their kids can think for themselves by now.” Logan smirked. “And I don’t know why they’re living here. I thought they went to New York, too.”

 “Why don’t I have a mommy?” Thomas asked after the three had lapsed into silence for a few moments.

 “You do. We just don’t know where she is.” Virgil said. “Adri… Do you remember them? They were your social worker.”

         “No?”

 “That’s okay.” Virgil smiled gently. “Adri said that they didn’t know who your mommy was. But when you’re older, and if you still want to find her then, we can look for her.”

 Logan looked at Virgil warily. They did know the truth, but a little white lie was easier than explaining the process of surrendering a baby.

 Thomas’s mother had been young, only sixteen. Adri hadn’t been able to tell them much, but they had said that the mother surrendered the baby to a police or firefighter station when he was a few days old. Thomas was taken care of by an older woman, until he was three, when the woman was diagnosed with some chronic illness that rendered her incapable of caring for him. After that, he went to Virgil and Logan.

 Logan didn’t want to upset Thomas with any of this information, but he also didn’t want Virgil to make promises he couldn’t keep. Making promises with kids was always dangerous territory, especially when their memories were so damn sharp.

 ~~~

 “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Virgil sighed as the three of them stood at the Michaels’ front door. “Why are we doing this?”

 “Because we’re good parents.” Logan reminded him as he stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

 If Virgil thought his childhood home was too big, the Michaels’ house was even bigger. Before he could say a word, the family heard shouts from inside. Remus and Roman swung the door open.

 An older woman appeared in the entrance hall, running up to them and the door. “What did I say about answering the door without checking?” She scolded.

 “Sorry, Joanne.” The twins chorused without a hint of remorse, and the woman shook her head.

 “My apologies for their manners. I’m Joanne, the housekeeper. The mister and missus are in the parlor.” The woman said, leading them inside. “I’ll close the door and get dinner ready.” She disappeared down another hall, letting the twins lead the way to the living room.

 “Come on, we’ll show you our video game room!” Remus told Thomas, jumping up and down. Thomas looked at Virgil and Logan with wide eyes.

 “Can I, Papa?”

 “Why don’t you watch a movie?” Eleanor’s voice rang out. “We’ll call when it’s time for dinner.”

 “Okay!” The twins chirped, grabbing Thomas and running off.

 “Come on, we don’t bite.” Eleanor promised, taking the couple into the parlor. “The kids will be okay on their own.”

 Virgil looked at Logan, nervousness bubbling in his stomach.

 This was going to be a long night.

 ~~~

 It wasn’t until after dinner that the anxiety in Virgil’s stomach spiked. The conversation was now about the other couple’s budding acting careers.

 “It’s so difficult juggling them now with the twins. But I suppose it was even worse when they were newborns.” Eleanor laughed lightheartedly. “Now it’s easier to let them run off and do their own thing. We bought our apartment in New York before we even thought of having kids, and it’s too small for all of us to fit. When we have our show runs or movie shoots, they stay here.”

 “With who, exactly?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow. Virgil glanced at his husband, almost seeing the gears in Logan’s head whir.

 “Well, there’s Joanne, but she leaves around 5 PM and arrives around six or seven the next morning to get them ready for school.” Eleanor shrugged.

 “We figure that the boys can entertain themselves for the evening, and they can operate the microwave and stove well enough.” Levi waved his hand, standing up and moving towards a small bar setup in the corner. “Would either of you like a drink?”

 “That’s alright, thank you.” Virgil said as Logan opened his mouth.

 “The boys could always stay at our house.” Logan blurted out, ignoring the stare Virgil was giving him. “While you’re out of town. Just so it’s not just them in the house every night.”

 Eleanor blinked slowly. “That would save us a lot. Are you sure that’s alright?”

 “We’ll let you sleep on it, but thank you for the generous offer.” Levi swept in, shooting a flawless smile at the Sanders’. “Alright, who wants to fetch the kids?”

 The trio ran in as Levi spoke, all with equal grins. “Can Thomas sleep over?”

 “Not tonight.” Levi said, the four adults watching in amusement as they pouted.

 “It’s time to go home, Thomas.” Virgil stood up. “It was nice reconnecting with you both.”

 “We’ll call once we’ve discussed everything as a family.” Logan gave them a warm smile, ushering his husband and Thomas out. “Thank you for hosting us!”

 The minute they were on the road, Virgil turned to Logan. “This whole idea is ridiculous.”

 “Obviously. They’re neglecting their kids.” Logan scoffed, keeping his eyes on the road.

 “That’s not what I- Logan, we can barely afford the mortgage and this isn’t like adopting or fostering. We’re taking care of two kids for free. It’s not your job to help everyone.” Virgil sighed. “I know you love kids, but you’re not responsible-”

 “I      am     responsible for them, Virgil. They’re being neglected and they don’t know it, otherwise they’d be worse for wear. What if something happens? And we’ve known but we didn’t do anything to help?” Logan gripped the steering wheel tightly. Virgil knew he was fighting a losing battle. He sunk into the passenger seat, leaning back.

 “You can’t save everyone, L.” Virgil sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

 “I know. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t try.”

 ~~~

 A month later, the Michaels twins moved in as semi-permanent residents. Virgil and Eleanor rearranged their emergency contacts with the school before the Michaels flew off to New York again, promising to return at Christmas.

 Logan had painted their rooms their favorite colors. Not all of their toys survived the move - some remained at the other house for when their parents were in town - but the essentials arrived with them. Namely, the twins’ plush dragons, which they had picked out when they were four on a visit to the local toy store.

 Virgil was hesitant, at first. Would they call him Mr. Sanders or Dad? How on earth was he going to explain it to them when they were older? Logan had an established relationship with them already, but Virgil was just a stranger.

 And then, he wasn’t.

 Remus started clinging to Virgil like no tomorrow, even though he and Roman still called him and Logan Mr. Sanders. (Logan had insisted they call him whatever they wanted, within reason.)

 Virgil made their lunches, kept his ears open for any nightmares or shouts, and always maintained a level head when they fought with Thomas or with each other.

 “How would you feel about more ki-” Logan started to ask one night as they got ready for bed. Virgil scoffed, laughing and shaking his head.

~~~

Taglist: @plinamiismyotp @elementalshadowwitch @idkanameatall @zaisling @sunshineandspecs @bucketsofclams

[leedrop-angel]

Tickletober day 7- unusual tools

Ship- Analogical (lee Virgil X Ler Logan)

Logan checks all of Virgil's ties, to make sure his feet where secured, and virgil was laying down, already having a big smile, the anticipation getting to him. All virgil knew was Logan wanted to experiment with, unusual tools for tickles, and the only reason he asked virgil, was because he knew virgil was the most tickish of all the sides, and Virgil's lee mood made him agree.

"if your ready virgil, I'm ready to start, remember your safe word" virgil just nodded to Logan's words and gives a thumb up. And Logan just grins. Picking up a fork "then let's begin" and with that, Logan slowly drags the fork up and down Virgil's now shaking feet, and when Logan heard Virgil's sqweal and laughter, he's very happy, knowing his experiment was working "so from a level 1-10, one being it doesn't tickle, and 10 being close to safe word" Logan gets his features settled back to his neutral, and virgil was obviously laughing his head off, so it would never be a 1. "FUHUHUHUHUCK- AHAHAHA SEHEHEHEHE- SEVEN" virgil shreaked and with that Logan finishes with the fork, and even wrote it down in his book "good good, now next would be the phone" he picks up virgils phone, which has been. Giving notifications from tumblr for the last hour, and still going, and virgil squeaks abit as he hears it go on vibrate and the anticipation was killing him already as Logan set it right under his toes, and the phone almost reached down to his heal, and as soon as it was set on his foot, the notifications started to pour in, and virgil giggles with each one, it wasn't as bad as the fork, but still tickled "so this one, 1-10" Logan asks and Virgil giggles out a "threheheheee" and Logan pulled the phone away, setting it down and Logan smiles "that was it, until I can finish a few little inventions, just for you and someone else to have a contest" and with that he let Virgil's feet free.

Virgil curls up and calms down "who else?" And Logan smiles at virgil "deceit said you and Remus are both just as ticklish as eachother, and Remus wants to prove he's not the most ticklish one, so that's your contest" Logan pets Virgil's head and virgil let's out a soft wine "fine, I guess".

And with that Logan gave virgil some calming cuddles, and they both ended up falling asleep, snuggled close

[glittter-skeleton]

A ranking of the ships in the Sanders Sides fandom according to the number of fics on AO3

1. Prinxiety 3889 the fucking king with a fifth of the fandom.

2. Logically 3121 also one of the the main ones

3. Loxiety 1745 really, that’s the third one?

4. Logince 1501 people just want Logan to be loved and I get that

5. Moxiety 1238 cute, but not my cup of tea

6. Royality 1115 The loser of the main sides ships is which isn’t that surprising actually. It’s so perfect and sunny

7. Dukeciet 917 the last one of the main triad for all your boring needs (they have literally never interacted, come on!)

8. Rociet 771 I see we like to keep it fancy and conflict-driven

9. Anxiet 674 I’m guessing it’s because of all the past or abusive stuff (be do like Ro saving Virge, don’t we?)

10. Intrulogical 624 Again with the conflict

11. Mociet 527 I’m quite surprised it’s this low

12. Lociet 439 what we do not like is brainsells I see

13. Intruxiety 289 it’s literally so cute, how could you!

14. Intruality 230 well... yeah

0. (Because it’s not a valid ship) RemRom 120 bastards

Don’t take any of this seriously please. I’ve read at least one fic for all of these (except that last one)

Also I need more Intruxiety in my life. Step up your game, fandom!

[picture-of-grace]

things me and my friends say as sanders sides quotes #2

Patton, observingly:

Logan, staring at Virgil: sometimes, people are gay

Patton, quietly: like you

Roman, popping up: and sometimes people are avocados!

Logan, distantly: yeah

Remus, also popping up, eating quac: and a few of them are in this dip

[creepy-cupcakes]