Hey there my delicious fries! I'm Brooke Ford, and i am 18 years old as of 2023. Despite my name, Sanderscats, that's only an over simplification of what i do on this site. i also do skits of the actual series if that's not what you wanna renember this site for.
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@royalprinceroman This? Https://max-is-tired.tumblr.com/post/183095518641/dancing-in-the-dark-you-between-my-arms
@royalprinceroman this? https://max-is-tired.tumblr.com/post/183095518641/dancing-in-the-dark-you-between-my-arms
i need soft analogical plz someone anyone... *clinks metal can* ... can you spare some soft analogical?
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50. “Wear my jacket/coat/sweater.”
Rainy Day
Pairing: Analogical
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 594
Warnings: anxiety. Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Will I ever write anything other than analogical? Probably not.
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It had been a perfect day. Virgil and Logan had spent the first half of the day working on video ideas with the others. For lunch, Logan surprised Virgil with a picnic date in the park.
Everything was going amazingly. Logan was holding Virgil’s hand and had just remarked how lucky they were it wasn’t too cloudy when dark storm clouds began rolling in.
“It appears that it will begin raining soon,” Logan said, reaching to repack the picnic basket he brought with them.
“Yeah,” Virgil said, “We should probably hurry so we’re not caught in the middle of a downpour.”
“You mean a Northern Downpour?”
Virgil looked at his boyfriend and sighed. He was beginning to regret letting Logan know what his sense of humor was.
“Too soon, love. Just for that, I’m telling Patton that you made a pun.”
Logan, seemingly terrified at the idea of Patton knowing he made a pun, quickly said, “No, darling, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again! Please don’t tell Patton.”
Virgil merely chuckled at his boyfriend and planted a kiss on his forehead.
He was about to ask Logan to get up so he could fold the blanket they were sitting on when he felt a drop of water fall on his hand.
“Alright, let’s hurry. I’d rather not get rained on.”
“Virgil, darling. We’ll be fine. It’s just rain.”
“You’re wearing short sleeves! What if you get hypothermia?”
Logan gave Virgil a look that he interpreted as now, do you really think that will happen?
Virgil just sighed and continued packing the basket before the light drizzle turned into a full-on storm. He couldn’t tell if it was his anxiety or if he could actually hear thunder in the distance. Either way, he wasn’t taking any chances.
Just as he was closing the lid to the basket, the rain started coming down heavier, causing Virgil’s anxiety over Logan getting sick to heighten.
Logan grabbed Virgil’s hand and pulled him close. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something probably really cheesy and romantic, but Virgil cut him off.
“Logan, my love, you know how romantic I think you are and how much I absolutely adore when you go on romantic spiels, but can it please wait? Preferably until we’re not being rained on.”
“Of course, darling.”
Virgil tightened his grip on Logan’s hand, and the two began running back to their house. On the way back, they had to stop under an awning on a storefront because the rain had began falling so hard that neither of them could see more than a foot in front of them.
Virgil noticed Logan was shivering from the rain and quickly fished his jacket out of the picnic basket where he had placed it earlier in the date when he’d gotten too hot.
“Here,” he said, pushing his jacket into Logan’s arms, “Wear my jacket.”
“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly, “This is your favorite jacket. I know how much it means to you.”
Virgil smiled softly at his boyfriend.
“Of course, my heart. It’s just water. I’ll take a wet jacket over a sick boyfriend any day.”
Logan quickly put the jacket on and pulled Virgil into a hug.
“Thank you, darling.”
Deciding to wait out the rain rather than get even more soaked than they already were, the two entered the shop that turned out to be a small bookstore. They spent their time waiting out the storm by picking out books for each other to read.
It truly was a perfect day.
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Could you draw... analogical? Maybe?
Im all for Logan being soft and cheesy
Here's mine.
https://max-is-tired.tumblr.com/post/183095518641/dancing-in-the-dark-you-between-my-arms
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Send Your Favorite Analogical Fanfiction!
Yep. It's Logan's birthday. And for this i'm sharing a couple things.
One is just a half body shot:
And the other picture features cat Logan, dog Logan and human Logan (No, i will not draw humans often.)
Logan, i love you and i wish you a happy birthday.