Hi!! Just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! If you're still taking prompts could you write some an analogical fic, maybe where Logan is pining or decides that *logically* they'd make the perfect couple and decides to use logic to persuade Virgil he's right? No worries if it's not your thing tho <3
Logan sat at his desk,hands in his hair and frustration on his face. He couldn’t even close hiseyes without seeing his face. That cute little smile, the way he covered it when he laughed, the way hechewed on his hoodie sleeve-
“Ughhhh!” Logangroaned and threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing themfervently. This had to stop! He had no time to deal with mushy,disgusting, lovey-dovey feelings! No matter how much Virgil made him wantto deal with them. Gah, this was so not fair!
True, logically speaking, if any of the sideswere to be together, it made sense that it would be the two of them, right? Virgil was very fond of pointing out issues and questions that Loganeasily answered and solved. Logan also kept Virgil grounded, kept him calmerand happier. Happier enough to see that cute smile - OK ENOUGH!
The two of themtogether would most certainly benefit Thomas, Logan believed. After all,his anxiety working through issues with his logical side makes sense, and themore time the two spend together the less anxious - oh, who was Logan kidding. Certainly not himself. When this dumb crush, this infatuation, begunto grow, he was not thinking of Thomas’s health! Why throw him into thisawful mix?! Logan groaned and dropped his head down, banging it gently onthe desk. He had to get rid of these feelings, restore his sanity and getsome peace. He had to tellVirgil, that was the only way. With renewed vigor and some excitement inhis step, Logan shot up out of his seat and propelled himself toward the door-
Wait. What if Virgil didn’t reciprocate? Or worse, what if Virgil thought he wasn’t serious? After all, asthe embodiment of Thomas’s worry and anxiety, Virgil had a very difficult timewith trust. Many times when one of them tried to be nice and give kindwords, Virgil immediately defaulted to “you’re just saying that,”or “don’t lie to me; I know you hate me.” Logan wasn’t sure at thismoment if he could handle hearing that come out of his crush’s mouth.
And, just like that, Logan backpedaled all theway to his bed and flopped down face first. This was impossible to dealwith! Why him?! Then, an idea popped in his head. He couldwrite a letter, a stone-hard, cold and concrete letter of his seriousness.
Logan snatched up a memo pad from his deskalong with a pen. Twelve cited sources, four Teen Vogue quizzes, and 16points later, Logan had his essay, properly MLA formatted and ready to sendunder Virgil’s door. He produced an envelope and neatly tri-folded thepages, tucking them in. Logan didn’t lick the envelope closed, findingthat utterly disgusting. Instead he simply tucked the opening inside.
Quick as a flash,Logan darted out his door, down the hall, and threw the letter essay under Virgil’s door.
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