Ship: Analogical (I'll do another ship soon, I just felt in the mood to write Analogical again)
TW: Like, one swear word.
Okay, I wanna quickly get this out of the way. There's this person who used to read this booklet, and even though they don't read it anymore, I still like to keep an eye on everyone who has supported me through the months I've been writing. And recently, this person has been feeling rather down.
This person is NWTBWarfstache. Please send him your support.
And NWTBWarfstache, I'm sorry I wasn't able to do anything sooner.
Anyways, I also have more news, but it's not as urgent.
Note is at the bottom!
"Hey, babe, wanna do something funny?"
Logan peered up from his book, quirking an eyebrow at Virgil who was smirking in a way that screamed 'trouble'. "...do elaborate, my love."
"Wait... do you wanna finish your book first? Are you at a good part?"
"No," Logan shook his head with a smile, "you will always be my priority."
"I think I'm gonna have a cavity, that was fucking sweet." He clicked his tongue in feigned disapproval.
All he got was a chuckle in response.
"Anyways... wanna keep our relationship a secret? I wanna see how long it'll take for people to catch on."
"Ah..." Logan nodded, catching on. A michevious smirk spread across his face as he thought about it, even more funny outcomes popping into his mind the more he thought about it.
"You in?"
"Certainly. I assume this is also to see if the media are truly as efficient as they appear to be?"
"Yup. I mean, with you being this mega famous politician and me being an award-winning musician, I'm actually surprised they don't already know."
"Fair enough. Though to be fair, we are a rather strange couple. Politics and music tend not to go hand in hand."
"I guess. But either way, this is gonna be fun. Real fun."
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Logan had to refrain from sighing, needing to keep his professional image intact. But really, humans were annoying. Annoying didn't even cover it. He couldn't wait for the meeting to be over.
After what felt like years, the meeting was dismissed and it took all of his self-control to not sprint out the door.
As he rearranged his papers into his briefcase, his phone lit up with a text message from 'My Love 💙'. He couldn't help faint upwards tugging of his lips as he swiped to view the message.
My Love 💙: bad day?
L: Indeed. Meeting with the heads.
My Love 💙: i'll txt princey/patt 2 bring u coffee their shop is close
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