here we are, a bit late for day one but nonetheless here is our entry, not well edited yet so dont @ me its late at night lol
Day one: Fear/Warmth: McDonalds TW: Anxiety attack, poor eating habits… uh think thats it let me know if theres more I need to add
Logan was studying in the dorm, as usual. Honestly the day has been quite boring. He had no class today and was rather bored, after all he had already studied this material weeks ago and the test wasn’t for another week. He was altogether feeling burnt out. Logan sighs and closes the textbook, his roommate should be arriving home soon, perhaps they could spend time together. Logan could use a change of scenery. …Wait, had he eaten today? He has been doing school work all day but doesn’t remember doing anything beyond that.
It was then that the dorm room door opens, causing Logan to jump slightly. A student in a black and purple patched jacket rushes in quickly, shutting the door a bit too abruptly behind him.
“Ah Virgil, I was hoping you would return soon. Would you like to go-“ Logan stops talking as Virgil moves straight past him, instead ducking under the desk on his side of the room. Logan blinks in confusion, staring at Virgil’s work desk, why would he dive under the desk. Logan approaches slowly and carefully, when he reaches the desk he can hear it. Panicked breathing. Logan can hear Virgil’s quick choked breath stutter as he desperately tries to inhale and exhale properly. He doesn’t want to invade Virgil’s space, that may make the attack worse. Instead he taps on the wood above Virgil’s head, the top of the desk. He taps five times, then seven, then eight. It takes a moment for Virgil to realize that Logan is tapping out a breathing exercise. He struggles, trying to follow the pace, choking multiple times as he tries to follow.
After a handful of moments he manages to loosely copy the exercise, the rushing in his ears dulls some as his vision clears a bit. This allows him to see Logan who is now crouching beside him, still tapping on the wood for him. Virgil meekly meets Logan’s eyes and Logan’s heart breaks. Virgil’s eyes are red from crying, tears have etched trails of black makeup down his face in tear trails that make him look even more upset. Logan’s eyes soften considerably and he can barely fight the inexplicable urge to pull him in his arms and cuddle him until he feels better. But friends don’t do that so he won’t. Plus he doesn’t want to overwhelm him.
“Virgil? May I touch you?” Logan asks softly, offering a hand to Virgil slowly. Virgil eyes the hand, he’s shaking quite a bit and though his breathing is better it is still nowhere near even or okay. Not to mention he still has tears trailing down his cheeks and dripping onto his jacket. Before Logan can ask again, Virgil moves. “AH-” Logan exclaims, shocked to his core as Virgil is no longer under the desk, but now curled around him, shivering like a leaf and clinging to Logan like a lifeline. “Oh… okay.” Logan slowly lowers his arms around Virgil, securely encompassing him in an embrace. Logan runs a hand up and down Virgil’s back comfortingly, Logan’s other hand finding its way into Virgil’s hair and running through it gently. His purple curls are soft to the touch, far softer than Logan had imagined- not that he imagines such things. Virgil is still shaking but Logan could feel him relax slightly at the hand in his hair and on his back.
Virgil’s breathing finally maintains a normal pace again, his head pressed to Logan’s chest, he can hear Logan’s heartbeat. It’s soothing, he counts his breathing with the beats. Not to mention Logan’s scent, something earthy, grounding… like pine, maybe with a hint of coffee. An interesting combination but one that Virgil has never been able to get enough of. And never been able to get this close too, not unless he was on Logans bed doing homework or drawing like he does sometimes while Logans studying. Neither of them were really ones for physical- well anything. They were as close as friends could be. Friends. Right.
Virgil shakily tries to shift away from Logan, pulling back from him, “S-sorry I- d-didn’t mean-n to i-invade yo-ur spac-” Virgil can’t finish his shaky sentence because Logan gently presses him back down against his chest again. “Oh- Lo- what um- what are you-” Virgil tries to ask, only for Logan’s hands to brush through his hair again, silencing him as he relaxes into the touch.
“We can remain like this if you would like. It seems to be helping you currently and physical stimulation can be comforting to ground one during panic attacks.” Logan says evenly, basically creating an easy excuse for why he didn’t want to move. “Would you like to tell me about your day? Or particularly what is bothering you about it?” Logan asks gently.
“Not really… just a bad day I guess. Showed up late to my first class because it was raining and I walked to class. My professor called me out on it and embarrassed me in front of the whole class. Forgot I had a test in my next class and was panicinging to much to even try to focus on the test… I can’t figure out what I want to do for my art project and it’s due soon. I have an english essay due too and a report in science and when I went to walk back here I had my headphones in but ran into two loud guys on accident and I don’t think they were mad but then they started hitting on me and calling me “emo nightmare” and freaking “JDelightful’’ which I think was a heathers reference but then they were blocking the sidewalk and you know how I hate walking on grass and the green one started saying something about kinks and the red one was yelling something about that being inappropriate before getting closer and saying something about my hair and I just- I don’t know it was way too much so then I lost it when I got back here and- and yeah… then you did the whole tapping thing and I invaded your personal space and you told me to stay and now… now were here I guess…” Virgil mumbles, finishing his story but staying curled against Logan, counting his heartbeats until Logan speaks.
“Mmm, I’m sorry. That does sound like quite the day.” He responds.
Virgil sighs, “Yeah… it’s pretty alright now though…”
Logan is quiet for a bit, clearly contemplating something. Virgil doesn’t interrupt, besides sitting like this with Logan is rather warm, he wouldn’t do anything to disrupt that.
“Let’s get McDonalds.” Logan says suddenly, sounding more like a definite and less like a suggestion. Which made zero sense, especially considering-
“Don’t you hate McDonalds because you don’t trust the ‘sanitation or health of the food’?” Virgil asks, repeating a bit of the conversation the two had weeks ago when discussing the food Virgil had brought home to the dorm after a stressful test-filled day.
“Yes, well, your impeccable memory aside, I have noticed that when you have a bad day you tend to get greasy food because you have a high metabolism and rarely eat lunch anyway. Thus you know that eating poorly wont cause negative weight gain. I also noticed that you have stopped eating McDonalds here in the doom after our friendly debate over it a few weeks ago. Though I have noticed salt on your hands a handful of times you return home, particularly after a bad day. This leads me to believe you just eat it somewhere else before you get back so that you don’t worry me. Seeing as you currently have no salt on your hands now I can easily say that you have not yet had mcdonalds and synonymously have not had lunch either. And it’s two in the afternoon. Lunchtime.” Virgil blinks for a moment, genuinely shocked and touched by the amount of care and attention Logan had put into Virgil. Virgil slowly shifted from where he was laying against Logan’s chest to look at Logan. Logan saw Virgil’s awe and couldn’t suppress the blush that perked up into his cheeks at how adorable the expression looked on his purple haired roommate. “McDonalds?” He repeats, it’s a question this time but Virgil doesn’t need to hear it.
His awe fades and there is a brief moment of something that flashes through Virgil’s gray eyes. Logan tries to place it, almost like mischief- before Logan can finish the thought there is a strong pull to his tie, yanking his hight advantage down to the man in his arms. Virgil’s lips are on his… soft, sweet, and eternally surprising to Logan, who believed he hadn’t done anything to warrant abnormal– dare he say romantic gestures from his closest companion.
To Virgil he had done everything. He cared. He noticed. Not to mention he was goddamn intelligent and hot. Virgil is blushing as he separates, he drops the tie and rubs the back of his neck avoiding the nerd’s eyes in fear of rejection. “I- ha sorry I’m not really sure what happened there I um- got nervous I guess ha we can- we can pretend this never happened because well because it probably didn’t I was stressed or whatever and you dont like me ha so- um yeah- yeah- I…” Virgil’s eyes flicker hesitantly back up to see why Logan is being so quiet all of a sudden. Virgil can’t stifle the laugh that escapes him, nor can he hide the blush on his cheeks. Logan seems to be frozen, staring with the dopiest, dorkiest smile imaginable and the brightest blush on his cheeks. Virgil waves a hand in front of his face, snapping him from his stupor to focus on Virgil again. “I- uh hi.”
“Greetings and Salutations.” Logan responds, smiling and blushing still on his face, though this time they were directed at Virgil, causing the other to stay blushing.
“You um. You okay?” Virgil asks, shifting awkwardly in Logan’s lap as the other looks down at him in pure, uncut adoration.
“Yes, Virgil, I have emotions for you that are in no way platonic.” Logan says, his smile is still there, as is the blush, making Virgil’s insecurities think he is joking at first.
“Ha, wow L, really telling it to me straight.” Virigl attempts to play it off, only to get the most adorable look of serious confusion from logan.
“No, you are misunderstanding. I am very much a homosexual Virgil, I am telling you I am gay. And currently, I am very gay for you specifically.” Logan says, clarifying for Virgil. Virgil tries to make sense of this. Yes Logan was always very to the point, yes he always spoke his mind and was adorably clueless on most pop culture references. Of course there was also no doubt in the fact that he always managed to simultaneously send Virgil’s stomach into a torrent of butterflies and ground him with the warmth of his voice.
“No that’s not what I- I didn’t mean you were straight I um- wait… ‘for me specifically’ what does that-“ Virgil tries and fails to voice his thoughts, Logan interrupts with a crystal clear question.
“Would you like to form a romantic relationship with me?” Logan asks simply, not wanting to cause Virgil any more mental strain around the subject or Logan’s words. “If that kiss was driven by stress and panic then I have no issue with you saying no. But typically actions like that are thought about in the mind before being acted upon or triggered by a stressful situation. In which case it is important to note that I have had inexplicable feelings in relation to you that Patton referred to last week as a ‘head over heels crush’ which I am still unaware what that means but-” Logan tables, it’s possible Virigl will say yes, there is nothing gainst that of course, him misunderstanding things is a likely circumstances, especially considering this is Logan. He frequently makes these mistakes… Virgil stops his words and his thoughts with a single quiet word.
“Yes.” Virgil says, causing Logan to pause. The two stare at each other for a moment before Logan smiles again, leaning down this time to meet Virgil’s lips. This kiss is deeper, more emotion flows between the two, breaths sealed in promise. When they part, they are both smiling, Virgil’s anxiety and Logan’s burnout forgotten.
I had them take a selfie together, Logan is a little confused onto why they should take a photo but obliged for the sheer reason of using it as an excuse to hold his boyfriend close.
Logan and I had been dating for a few weeks now, quickly getting more comfortable with each other. We were sitting in his library, him reading to me, as usual. I was laying down, my head in his lap, half asleep.
“What the hell is this?!” I flinched, sitting up, seeing Roman there.
“We were reading a book Roman,” Logan spoke calmly
The daemon huffed, but begrudgingly got out of bed, pulling on a loose shirt before slipping out the door. Virgil watched him go before flopping back into bed, staring at the ceiling. It had only been six years, but so muchhad changed.
Logan was reading when he heard the door open. He looked up to see Virgil, who was closing and locking the door, and Fluffy ran up and jumped to Logan.
Fluffy is a small gray dog that Logan and Virgil recently got. He’s very sweet.
“Hi, Virgil. Hi Fluffy.” Logan said, smiling softly.
Virgil chuckled, “Hi Logan.”
“How was the walk?”
Virgil sat down next to him and picked up Fluffy. “It was good.” he hummed.
“That’s good.”
Fluffy laid down on Virgil’s legs. Logan pets his head as Fluffy start to sleep.
Logan looked at Virgil, who was started to leaned on him and sleep.
‘This is nice’. Logan thought, holding both of them as he start to sleep too.
Roman invites Virgil and all their friends for a ‘fun night on the town’. Things quickly change when something upsets Logan and he storms out.
AN: AAAAAAAH we made it!!! I loved participating in analogical week this year. A big thanks to @analogicalweek for hosting this event, it was a lot of fun!
Virgil scanned the crowd for his friends. He didn’t know he managed to let Roman convince him to come tonight but here he was, in a club full of strangers on a Friday night. The fact that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts over it all wasn’t doing much for his anxiety. He tended to avoid these kinds of places but he couldn’t keep on turning Roman down, especially when he said that the others were going to be here too. While he loved his friends, there was really only one of them that he was looking forward to hanging out with. The two introverts would be able to spend the evening bonding over their hatred for these hellscapes and make sure their friends didn’t get into too much trouble.
“Virgil!” He saw Patton waving frantically from across the room, “Over here!”
He weaved through the crowd and eventually made it to their booth. Patton and Janus were the only ones there, “Where’s everyone else?”
“Logan’s being a stick in the mud and Roman’s trying to make sure he stays,” Janus explained.
“We don’t really know where Remus disappeared to,” Patton finished.
analogical week 2022 (@analogicalweek), romantic analogical, platonic lamp, superheroes, superhero Logan, superhero Patton, superhero Roman, supervillain Virgil, supervillain Remus, supervillain Janus, Virgil is a Little Shit
Summary:
To prevent confusion, it should be explained that just as Prince, Heart and Logic were superheroes, known as the Light Side, Duke, Deceit and Anxiety (Virgil) were supervillains, known as the Dark Side. Not that they did much villainy, except robbing corporations and causing general mayhem for the rich assholes that lived in the city. Duke was Prince’s twin, which meant they were arch-enemies already, and it was easy to mutually decide that Heart and Deceit could be enemies just like Anxiety and Logic could be enemies. This worked fine for Virgil.
What also worked fine for Virgil was this train of thought that the three supers in front of him had started. No, he wasn’t mute, he just didn’t like to talk much in battle. However, he was not above having a little fun until his teammates came to get him from the building he was being held in, so instead of talking and telling the group that he could, in fact speak, he did the following.
Virgil tilted his head curiously, tapped on the table twice to ensure he had everyone’s attention, and then spoke for the first time in the last however long they had had him.
“Are you a supernova explosion? Cause you’re the hottest known thing in the universe.”
“The hottest known thing in the universe is when two gold particles are smashed together.“ Logan had said, ignoring the flush he knew was painting his neck. “For a split second, the temperature reaches seven point two trillion degrees Fahrenheit. That’s hotter than a supernova explosion.”
Fandom:Sanders Sides Characters:Logan, Virgil Relationships:Analogical Warnings:Lots of kissing, some sex mentions, a very light fade to black at the end Word count: 1342
Summary: They’ve woken up in each other’s arms before. But they’ve never woken up as husbands before. Logan thinks that being married might be the most magical thing in the world.
Notes:Day 6 of @analogicalweek 2022! This is for the prompt “light.” Takes place the morning after the beginning of forever, a fic from last year’s analogical week.
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By the time Logan woke up, light was already pouring through the huge glass French doors of the hotel room, the sheer white curtains over them affording privacy but doing nothing to stop the room from filling up with daylight. He nudged Virgil, whose head was tucked firmly beneath Logan’s chin, his arms wrapped around Logan’s torso. “Good morning, beloved,” he murmured.
“Fuck you,” Virgil mumbled, burrowing somehow still closer to Logan under the covers and squeezing his eyes tighter shut.
Logan stifled a laugh. “I am sure we can make that happen, yes,” he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to Virgil’s head. “Good morning,” he repeated. “Although actually, I am not sure if it is morning any longer.”
“What?” Virgil actually opened his eyes at that. He blinked several times, pushed himself up on one elbow, and squinted around the room. His eyes swept over the pale-blue-and-white art on the walls, the loveseat by the fireplace, the table with wine and chocolates they’d hardly touched last night, and the discarded suits on the floor that Logan had halfheartedly tried to pick up and put away before becoming distracted by more important matters and abandoning them.
Virgil flopped back onto the downy pillows. “Oh my god.” He looked over at Logan, his eyes wide. “We got married.”
Summary: Logan is pretty sure he’s picked the best anniversary gift for his husband. Only one way to find out.
Notes:Day 2 of @analogicalweek 2022, prompt “confession”! Takes place on Analogical’s 1st anniversary.
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“I’m home,” Logan called, a wide grin on his face as he opened the door.
The door of the closet-turned-office slammed open, and Virgil skidded into the living room in his sock feet seconds later. “Hi,” he said breathlessly, hurrying over to Logan’s open arms.
Logan kissed his husband soundly, wrapping his arms around Virgil and swaying gently. “Happy anniversary,” he said as they broke apart, resting his forehead against Virgil’s and gazing into his eyes. They’d said it in the morning, of course, but he was home for the day now and it bore repeating.
“Mm, happy anniversary,” Virgil said, smiling and closing his eyes. “You’re home so early.”
