#hurt comfort
Scene Prompt
B trembled, tears rolling thickly down their face, stinging their cracked lips. Their hands twisted around each other as if they could press the worst of their feelings back inside their skin. “A-A?” they croaked.
A immediately abandoned their task, rushing to B’s side. “B? What is it? What’s wrong?” Their voice was sharp with concern as they scrutinized B for any sign of something amiss.
Hesitating, B shook their head, their mouth opening and closing before opening again. “Could you just… hold me? Just for a minute?”
“Yeah, yeah of course.” A pulled B in, enveloping them in their arms, one hand cradling the back of B’s head and the other rubbing soothing circles into their back. They were quiet for a moment before they spoke, soft and gentle, “You know, it doesn’t have be for just a minute. I’m here for as long as you need me.”
“I’m not a good person. I don’t deserve comfort,” B mumbled into their shoulder.
“Regardless of whether you’re a good person or not, people don’t become better by treating themselves badly. And you don’t have to earn my kindness, or ration it like it’ll run out. You already have it, as much as you’ll let me give you.”
They stood like that for much longer than a minute.
- Lynn
… because i was one of them. (part 1)
I recently asked for prompts for sanders sides fanfics to write,
Favorite ship + Trope
“Analogical and soft date night, Logan goes to Virgil’s room to check up on him after he revealed himself (as a dark side) to Thomas. Thinking that everyone hates him and having to deal with the fallout between him and Patton. Logan just going there to reassure him that he’ll never leave him.”
Analogical, (Background Royality ish…?)
WC: 1546
Triggers: Yelling, Self hate, Anger, Cursing, Panic Attack… i think thats it let me know If i need to add more
ANGST to the max please prepare
“Virgil…? You okay buddy?” Thomas asks concerned, he was personally exhausted with everything that happened with Remus that day… but the way Virgil looked completely zoned out concerned him. Virgil perks up seemingly snapping out of his thoughts with an uneasy expression.
“Huh- oh uh… yeah. I- I am just a little disappointed in myself… I thought that I would be able to- protect you from them.” Virgil says somberly, glancing up at Thomas.
“The dark sides?” Thomas asks in confusion.
“The others.” Virgil corrects quickly, “I- I just- I thought, I thought I knew how to handle them!” He says frustratedly, his hands shaking slightly with his nervousness.
So I realized it was a bit of a dick move on my part to only post the angst chapter, finished up the second chapter so you could have the beginning of some fluff, third chapter is all fluff but here have this to mend your soul
… because i was one of them (Part 2)
Virgil’s been in his room for days ever since… that. Logan winced in remembrance of the argument a few days prior…If it could even be referred to as such. It was a very one sided emotional conversation that Logan did not want to intervene in. Though he wished he had. If he had intervened it was possible that things could have gone smoother.
Honestly though he couldn’t intervene. He was too shocked at that moment. He hadn’t expected it, Logan knows everything. He looks at every detail of everything. He always knows what’s going on but… he had no Idea that Virgil was a dark side. The signs were there, yet… he ignored them. Seeing the better in Virgil. The need for him. The usefulness he provided. No matter how jarring his presence and input may have been, he was still- he was important. Needed.
By Thomas of course.
Logan knew that unless he could calm the others they would jump to drastic measures, Patton was likely going to send him to the dark side once more… For some reason that soured Logan’s stomach. The house without Virgil again. He swallows thickly. He can’t go back to that. No, the house, life… withVirgil was too- stellar. For lack of a better word. The two could be dramatic, excitable… Loud– but Virgil. Virgil was like him. Quiet, pensive, intelligent… he didn’t let emotions rationalize all his decisions, some of them sure… but in most cases he thought things through. Helped Thomas.
That’s why Logan liked him so much.
Right?
Right.
That’s the only reason.
… because i was one of them (Part 3/Final)
Logan is pleased to find Virgil sitting cross legged on his bed midway through his second sandwich when he returns. He smiles softly as he walks in with another water and his laptop as promised. Virgil glances up from his phone, he seems to have put his dark eye shadow back on… Virgil looks over at Logan, a small smile parting his lips when he sees Logan walk in. He glances Virgil over quickly, finding some color has returned to his cheeks as well as the dull sparkle in his eye.
“I was unsure if you would actually eat them or not, I attempted to make the sandwiches to your liking.” He says, shutting the door behind him before crossing the room to sit on the bed beside Virgil. Virgil smiles at him as he chews his food, putting his phone down to grab the new water, having already finished the old one.
“Well I mean you made them with my jam plus I’m hungry so…” he takes another bite as Logan opens his laptop and sips his coffee. “So… not to be rude but, what are you doing back here?” Virgil asks, watching Logan sift through his streaming services, seemingly looking for something. Logans hand stops and Virgil curls in on himself slightly, god he was stupid of course when someone was nice and actually taking time to even help him he fucks it up… and of course it was Logan of all people the one person he wasn’t interested in. In the slightest.
“Well I don’t agree with Patton or Roman, especially with their recent ways of treating you… I don’t quite care whether you’re a dark side or not. We’re technically all the same, figments of Thomas’ consciousness that aid him through life in our own ways. Your usefulness does not change with which side you’re on.” He says, resuming his effort to find Criminal Minds. It might be on Netflix, not Hulu… “Also I quite enjoy spending time with you. Their opposition is not going to change my personal opinion on you Virgil, you matter just as much as the rest of us, and treating you in this manner will consequently make things worse for Thomas. If you’re in a bad headspace, so is he. So shutting you out and making you feel anxious and ignored is only going to make the house worse along with Thomas.”
“Oh, makes sense.” Virgil’s smile is more like a wince… so this was for Thomas, makes sense… Logan keeps everything in the mind palace in balance basically. Helps keep everything running smoothly, so this was just a special case. Help the upset side so that they could be sane again. Then Logan would leave him to his own devices once more and things would go back to how they were. Virgil wraps his arms around himself, curling into his jacket some. He had finished his sandwich a few moments ago, was it always this cold in his room? He shivers slightly and pulls the covers over himself curling up, his legs coming to his chest as he wraps his arms around his legs.
“Aha!” Logan exclaims, startling the hell out of Virgil who practically jumps out of his skin at the sudden exclamation. Logan glances sheepishly to Virgil seeing the receding tension in his shoulders from his startle. “Apologies… I couldn’t remember where we could stream Criminal Minds.” He amends with that small apologetic smile. Virgil can feel his heart in his throat for a different reason this time. He blushes slightly and looks away, Logan looking at him like that took him off guard. He was typically unemotional and closed off but for that moment he looked… adorable. No- not adorable ha- never.
“Oh- yeah I could have helped, I’ve watched it a handful of times on Netflix…” he says with a small smirk, earning an embarrassed huff from Logan.
“Yes, well, contrary to popular belief, I do not know everything.” Logan counters, clicking through episodes to find one he feels like watching. Virgil chuckles at his defensiveness and annoyance.
“Uh huh, right, you’re trying to convince me the great Logan doesn’t know what streaming service Criminal Minds is on.” Virgil teases, some of his personality returning to him as he messes with Logan.
“Well, it seems your confidence in me is misplaced, seeing as ‘the great Logan’ is unable to recall media streaming services because there are too many of them.” He mumbles back, fighting a smile at Virgil’s playfully snarky personality returning.
“Yeah yeah, whatever specs, so you’re not good with entertainment services, that checks out seeing as your laptop is only ever used for work anyway.” He chuckles as Logan shoots him a glare, there’s no malice in it, in fact he seems a bit amused.
“I just don’t see why one would use their laptop for television when there are TV’s specifically made to do the job. If I’m not mistaken, Virge, we are using my laptop right now to watch one of your favorite shows, you’d best not insult my laptop in my company.” He responds, playful sparkle in his eye as he glances at Virgil once more before clicking play. Virgil is blushing slightly at both the nickname used and the look he received from Logan. He trains his eyes on the laptop in hopes that the poor lighting of his room will hide the faint blush of his cheeks.
They are sitting side by side, shoulders barely brushing, Logan has the laptop situated so that it is on either of their thighs balanced in between. Logan glances over at Virgil seeing the subtle blush on his cheeks, perhaps he is uncomfortable with Logan being so close.
“Are you comfortable? I can move to best-” Logan tries to say, getting interrupted by Virgil a little too fast.
“No!” he says quickly, the thought of Logan moving stressing him some, he blushes slightly as Logan looks at him with surprised confusion. He hurries to amend his statement, “I- I meant no, you’re fine I’m comfortable… I just um, are you comfortable?” he asks, peeking at Logan through his hair.
Logan is taken aback by a strange feeling surging through him. He assumes it was brought on by the look he just received from Virgil. His stormy grey eyes peeking through the sweeping shrewd of purple bangs, a slightly vulnerable nervous look in his gaze. Logan’s eyes flicker for a moment, noticing Virgil’s eyeshadow… it almost looks a bit- purple? Hasn’t it always been black…? Did it change colors with his mood…? Logan thought idly as his eyes fluttered unhelpfully to Virgil’s lips before back up to his eyes. Suddenly the room felt rather hot and Logan shifted subconsciously closer to Virgil, his hands absently moving to adjust his tie.
“Well seeing as you’re comfortable I don’t see any reason why you would still be tense.” He says, habitually adjusting his glasses as he glances back at the laptop. Virgil is floundering, he could have sworn he saw Logan blushing too but there’s no way. Logan doesn’t blush. Ever. So- yeah. God he’s seeing things. Lovely.
“Ha- Just um, nervous-” Virgil shuts up immediatly, blushing more, oh fuck why did he say that now logan is going to ask-
“Why? There is no current reason to be on edge-“ Logan responds in confusion only for his response to get clipped by Virgil.
“Just emotions and stuff, it’s been a rough week alright L?” he says, attempting to cover up his blush as it goes down slowly. Logan watches him for a moment seemingly lost in thought, Virgil squirms some under his gaze in confusion. “Lo? Why are you looking at me like-” Virgil stops talking as the warmth of Logan’s hand interlaces with his own. He looks down to see Logan’s hand in his, his eyes flickering back to logans in confusion.
“Comforting physical stimulation is proven to relieve or mitigate stress.” Logan says, dust of pink on his face as he continues. “Clearly the logical action to take when one is stressed is to relieve said stress. Therefore…” Logans free hand gestures to their hands together between them.
Virgil has no clue what to say to that so he just nods, blushing a bit more but relaxing some, “Makes sense I guess…” He concedes, squeezing Logan’s hand. Logan smiles some and leans against the back of the bed, bringing his focus back to the laptop.
It’s an easy silence as the two watch the show, Virgil slowly becomes more comfortable with Logan beside him and Logan can feel Virgil start to relax for the first time in days. The thought that he was able to bring that about causes Logan’s lips to quirk into a soft smile. Somewhere around the third episode the two are significantly closer. They had switched hands at some point to get more comfortable, Virgil’s right with Logan’s right. Virgil’s left hand rests around Logan’s shoulders and Logan is curled flush against Virgil’s side.
Virgil hesitantly runs his thumb over the back of Logan’s hand before pausing to gauge his response. Logan’s soft smile grows slightly so Virgil takes that as a que to continue. Logan can’t deny the fact that he has never felt this at ease or relaxed in his life. He can feel his typical tense and strict composure slip at Virgil’s cautious touch, his gentle warmth…
“Thanks.” Virgil says suddenly, Logan’s focus turns to Virgil, turning his head to look at him, Virgil looks calm… happy even. His eye shadow is still a soft purple, a sparkle to the shimmering makeup under his eyes, his gaze trails down to Logan, who finds himself suddenly nervous. It’s random- illogical, he is happy and calm with Virgil and yet… the way those breathtaking grey eyes trained on him… Logan blushes some and his free hand finds his tie again, fidgeting some as he breaks eye contact.
“For what am I receiving your thanks V-Virgil?” Logan asks, there is a slight stutter in his words and Virgil raises an eyebrow curiously at Logan. He seems nervous and- there that blush is again… Virgil’s eyebrows draw together in concern. Is Logan okay? Logan is never nervous so why…
“Just, you know- checking on me and stuff…” Virgil responds, he keeps his gaze trained on Logan, searching his face he tries to figure out where his sudden nervousness had come from.
“Oh, you are very welcome, I was merely trying to- ” Logan raises his head to make eye contact with Virgil again, only to stop as he finds Virgil’s face mere inches from his own. “-Help.” His sentence finishes in a strained squeak, blush breaks through his carefully restrained emotions, red running quickly down to his collar as he swallows with difficulty. He can see Virgil’s face flush with color as well, his eyes growing wider as he looks into Logan’s blue ones. Neither of them move, watching eachother with bated breath. Waiting for the other to move away.
“Logan…?” Virgil whispers, hesitantly breaking the agonizing silence between them. Logan’s gaze flickers to Virgil’s lips as he words his name before finding his eyes again. Logan licks his lips to answer, he doesn’t miss how Virgil’s stare moves at the action before their gazes lock once more.
“Virgil.” He murmurs in an exhale of breath, his eyes still caught on Virgils. Virgil takes a moment to speak again, his hand trembling anxiously at Logan’s shoulder as he chooses his words.
“C-can I kiss you?” He asks, the sincerity and hesitancy in the question sends an indescribable warm feeling through Logan’s veins as he leans toward Virgil.
Logan leans forward, his lips meeting Virgils with a vibrancy similar to how he’s feeling inside at the moment. Virgil kisses back instinctively, pressing emotions into Logan through the catalyst of a kiss. The kiss speaks volumes, a thousand words unsaid, building feelings finally receiving release as he presses to Logan. Logan moves closer as he feels Virgil’s hand shift to cradle the back of his head, his hand slipping up to tangle delicately in Logan’s hair. He hums as Virgil’s other hand relinquishes his, only so it can pull Logan from where he is seated and instead shift him to face Virgil in his lap. The new arrangement is favorable as Logan’s hands wrap around the back of Virgil’s neck, relishing every second until they need to part for air.
Logan is smiling, his face flushed as his heart beats fervently in his chest, his hair is a bit mussed from Virgil’s hand but he can’t find it in him to care. Virgil is looking at him, dumbstruck and seemingly a bit dazed as he smiles at Logan.
“Does that adequately answer your question?” Logan asks with a playful smirk as Virgil slowly gets his wits about him. Virgil blushes his eyeshadow flashing fluorescent as he nods, a beautifully happy smile parting his lips. One that Logan hasn’t seen on Virgil in quite some time, Virgil leans forward, kissing Logan softly this time before breaking it again to meet Logan’s eyes. Logan can see nervous hesitancy flicker in those grey eyes and his face softens in concern.
“Stay…?” Virgil asks softly. A question. A plea. Everyone he has ever cared about at this point has gone and his insecurity screams that Logan will be no different. Logan’s heart breaks as he senses the uncertainty in Virgil. Logan’s hands move to cup Virgil’s face, a soft caring smile gracing his lips as he looks down at Virgil with complete sincerity.
“Always.” Logan whispers, he watches as Virgil’s worry seems to fall away, Logan leans down, pulling Virgil into another kiss, finalizing his promise. Virgil pulls Logan closer. He doesn’t have to worry about his old friends. Or about how hated he is. Or about dark and light sides. All he can feel is Logan, pressed to his lips, a hand in his hair, seated in his lap. Close and never leaving. Virgil wouldn’t have it any other way…
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I Thought I Lost You
Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert “Bob” Floyd, f!reader
Word Count: 1326
TW: Angst, Presumed Dead, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Kissing
Notes: Thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for this request and to @lorecraft for beta reading for me!
You lay curled up on your cot, your eyes puffy and red from the countless hours of crying you have been doing over the past three days. Every time you think you have cried yourself out, that you couldn’t possibly have the energy or tears left to shed, you are hit by another wave of sobs. You know you should pull it together, to be as strong as all those around you, but you can’t. Working in the control room and monitoring things through a computer screen had always let you remain somewhat distanced from the loss and tragedies that could occur during missions. But this is different. You had never been this personally connected to one of the fighters before.
A light knock on your door stirs you from your grief. You mumble a soft, “Come in.” and see Phoenix slowly open the door.
“Hey, I thought you might want some company.” You nod as a single tear rolls down your cheek and she comes over to pull you into a hug. “It’s okay. There’s still a chance he could be okay.”
You sob into her chest, “It’s been three days. You guys ejected from your plane in the middle of a desert with no food, no water, no real kind of protective gear and no one has found any signs of Bob since. Even if he survived the crash, he almost definitely wouldn’t have made it this long on his own.” She just holds tighter to you, both of you knowing you are right and anything she says would just be wishful thinking.
Finally, you compose yourself somewhat and say, “I’m sorry. I know I should be stronger than this. I mean, we had only been going out for a few months. Plus, you guys have known him so much longer and you’re holding it together. I mean, he was your WSO and yet here you are comforting me! How pathetic can I be!”
Phoenix thinks for a moment, choosing her words wisely. “I haven’t been as strong as I am trying to seem. You’re right, Bob was my WSO and I was flying when we were forced to bail out. That’s not an easy thing to come to terms with but I’m trying.” She ran her hand soothingly across your back. “However, I think we both know that there was more to your and Bob’s relationship than you’re admitting.”
“Yeah…. Yeah, there was. But I never admitted it to him either…… Do-do you think he knew that I loved him before he….?” You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to actually say the word out loud, but Phoenix understands.
“I think he did. And I think he felt the same way about you. You were all he ever talked about. I had to even tell him to shut up a few times when he would go on and on and on about you.”
You let out a strangled laugh. “My roommate told me the same thing. That she didn’t ever want to hear the name ‘Bob’ ever again.” You stare down at your hands as they fidget with the sheets. “I guess she got her wish.”
Phoenix opens her mouth to say something, but before she has the chance, Rooster suddenly bursts into your room without even knocking. You and Phoenix both look at him in surprise, not understanding his intrusion or the wide grin spread across his face. That is until he breathlessly says, “They found him…. And he’s okay… Bob’s okay!”
Phoenix decides to stay behind to give you time alone with Bob, so Rooster leads you quickly down the hall. He fills you in with what he knows: a final rescue team had gone out looking for him and someone had managed to spot his parachute in a deep gorge they had missed before. They found Bob, dehydrated, severely sunburned, and banged up, but overall, he was going to make a full recovery.
As you approach the door to his room, Rooster gives your shoulder a tight squeeze then walks off so you can go in by yourself. Taking a deep breath, you open the door. Bob is laying on a bed, propped up with a few pillows. An IV is connected to his arm to replenish his fluids. All of his visible skin is painfully bright red and peeling from countless hours in the scorching sun. But even though his lips are chapped and cracked, he gives you a soft smile as you hesitantly approach. “Hi.”
His voice is so dry and scratchy it is almost impossible to make out what he said, but you smile back as tears once again spring to your eyes. “Hi. I thought….. I thought I had lost you.”
“Thought so too once or twice. But I had a reason to keep going.” Weakly, he reaches into his flight suit and pulls out a worn strip of paper. Handing it over to you, you instantly recognize it. For your third date, Bob had taken you to a carnival and the two of you had spent way too much money goofing off in the photo booth. While you had taken most of the photos home, you had noticed Bob slip one strip of them into his pocket. That is what you now hold in your hands.
The tears you have been holding back begin streaming down your face. You take his hand gently and whisper, “I love you, Bob. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but I-I was afraid it was too soon. And then when I thought you were gone, and I’d never get the chance to tell you-” Your voice begins quivering too much to continue.
But then Bob reaches out and takes your hand in his as he rasps, “I love you too. I didn’t want to come on too strong but I’ve wanted to say it ever since that night.” He gestures to the pictures still in your hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner.”
Without thinking, you press your lips against his. The cracked, dry feeling immediately reminds you of his condition and you try to pull away, but he places his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place. So, you carefully lean in, deepening the kiss as you run your fingers through his hair, ignoring the sand and sweat matted there.
You are interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing behind you. The heat rising in your face, you turn around to see a doctor with an amused look on her face standing there. She raises an eyebrow and says, “Sorry to interrupt, but Lieutenant Floyd needs his rest. So, if you don’t mind-”
“Can she please stay?” Bob asks.
The doctor sighs. “Are you actually going to try to get some sleep if she’s here?”
“Yes, ma’am. In fact, I’ll sleep better with her by my side.” Bob smiles softly at you and you bite your lip to suppress your own grin.
“Fine. But if I come back to check on you and I see anything I don’t approve of, she’ll have to leave.”
“Absolutely. Thank you, ma’am.”
The doctor shakes her head with a small smile and leaves. You turn back to Bob. “Are you sure? I can come back later. She’s right. You do need to rest and recover.”
“I can do both with you here….. If you want to stay.”
You squeeze his hand. “Of course, I do.”
Carefully, Bob slides over, making room next to him. You climb onto the bed, curling up against his side with your head resting on his shoulder. You take his glasses off his face and place them on the table next to you before he wraps his arm around you and pulls you in closer. And wrapped in each other’s arms, you both soon drift off to sleep comforted by the thought you are with the person you love once again.
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