#analogical fluff

[04thz]

Screw you artblock! I am getting my analogical hurt/comfort and you can't stop me! 😌💙🖤💜

[whispering-raine]

Logan rarely showed his emotions.

Correction: he rarely showed his positive emotions.

But once in awhile, you can catch him so intrigued and entertained by a book, he'll smile.

He'll laugh.

Sometimes he'll even whisper the lines to himself if he's up to it.

So when Virgil walked in on Logan, reading some sort of book while smiling widely, whispers and animated acting followed, he smiled.

Virgil smiled, not his usual smirk, or a reserved smile.

No.

He was smiling right along with Logan.

And when Logan looked up, he was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry."

Virgil had told him, "Nah, that's the most adorable thing I've ever seen you do. Don't apologize."

And everything was okay.

And neither of them were surprised when they ended up cuddling close, Logan reading that book aloud, with cartoonish expressions and acting to follow.

They weren't surprised at all.

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Hair dye (the things I’d do for you)

a/n: heeeyyyyyy, I’m back on the requests train. I like this one but the amount of editing I did for it is insane. Anyway, thank you @kittuppie for the request and I hope you enjoy!!! (p.s. if it’s not clear Virgil is crying because he believes his feelings for Logan are unrequited) 

Pairings: analogical (Logan x Virgil)

Warnings: crying, curseing, unconsensual kiss (arguably accidental), and some miscommunication. We do things hurt/comfort style in this household baby!

Word count: 1,020

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Virgil leaned back into his weighted blanket. He rubbed his face, still sticky with tears, and tried to slow his ragged breathing. 

He glanced down at his phone and cursed. He shouldn’t have sent that text, Logan didn’t need to know he was crying. No one did, but especially not the subject of his tears. 

He was such a fucking idiot. 

The phone dinged, Virgil's entire body went stiff. ‘I’m on myi way, hang in there’ floated on the screen, another ding, ‘please let me know if your ok’.

A sob bubbled up in Virgil’s throat. 

Spelling errors, his thoughtless text had driven Logan to the point of spelling errors. Virgil’s heavy fingers wouldn’t cooperate as he typed back, ‘I’m fine, pls don’t worry. Sorry if inconvenienced you’

The typing bubble popped up but Virgil turned off the sound and threw his phone across the room. He didn’t want to see the grateful response that would be coming. 

“Idiot” he mumbled again burying his face into his hands. 

Panicking was exhausting. He was so tired. Maybe he should take a nap, he wouldn't have to think while he was asleep.

His eyes fluttered shut. His body relaxed, this was nice. 

Suddenly the sound of a door slamming open crashed through his apartment. 

“Verge!” Logan’s voice called. 

Virgil shot up like a bullet. He scrubbed his face, frantically trying to erase any remnants of the hour he had spent crying. 

Before he could compose himself Logan swung through the doorway with a plastic bag and a determined expression. 

He was missing his signature tie and the top button of his shirt had come undone. His hair was messy and his glasses crooked. But despite his uncharacteristically disheveled state he spoke in the same even tone, “Let's go, we're dyeing our hair, '' 

Virgil blinked at him. “What.” 

Logan sighed, “you are sad, correct?” Virgil nodded, “I don’t like it when you’re sad. Therefore to assist in remedying your sorrow, I bought hair dye” 

Virgil’s confusion gave way to intense adoration. 

He bought hair dye so Virgil might be less sad, how fucking sweet was that. Virgil shrugged off the blanket with some difficulty and peered into the plastic bag, “what colors did ya get?”

“All of them.”

“Excuse me!?” 

Logan looked away awkwardly, “I um- I didn’t think it through. I was near the hair dye aisle at CVS when I got your text so I-'' 

He was cut off by a very warm, very strong hug from Virgil. Logan smiled and hugged Virgil back “Thank you,” the shorter man whispered. 

Logan smiled, “no problem”.

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20 minutes later the two men were situated in Virgil’s bathroom. Virgil’s bangs had been clipped back with pink hairpins and was thoroughly stained a neon purple. 

Small flecks of color dotted the man's darker skin, giving him tiny purple freckles to match his usual brown ones. 

He was, objectively, adorable. 

Logan sat on the edge of the tub, Virgil kneeling in front of him. His tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he carefully applied blue to Logan’s hair. His brown eyes sparkled but were still tinged red. 

Logan brushed a fleck of blue off of Virgil’s cheek. 

“Would you like to talk about what is bothering you?” Logan felt Virgil flinch under his fingertips. “No. Not really” he said quietly, returning his attention to Logan’s hair. 

“There, done” Logan nodded and resisted the urge to brush his fingers through his damp curls. “Movie,” he asked. 

Virgil grinned “though you’d never ask”. 

As the end credits rolled Logan and Virgil found themselves curled together on the couch. 

Logan looked down at the man in his lap, Virgil looked back up at him and giggled. 

Holey shit, he was absolutely smitten.

“We should wash it out” Virgil yawned and dragged himself off of Logan’s lap. The man nodded and pulled himself up, “you take the shower I’ll take the sink”

The hair dye ran through his fingers down the drain, operating exactly as expected. The blue-stained to all it touched including Logan’s hands and face. Clean-up was going to be a bitch. 

Logan tousled his hair with a bath towel. With the dark blue stains on his hands and the counter taken care of, Logan moved towards a mirror in the hallway.

His bangs, now dark blue, matched his eyes almost perfectly. It was a cool look, one that Logan was willing to repeat. 

The bathroom door behind him opened softly and Logan’s heart nearly stopped. 

Virgil’s neon purple hair contrasted perfectly with his chestnut skin. His piercing black eyes hid behind a thin curtain of purple but they glittered happily, “well don’t you look nice” Virgil smirked. 

Virgil moved towards him, he brushed his hands through Logan’s messy curls. He might have been saying something, Logan couldn’t tell, he was too busy staring at Virgil.

Logan did realize he was moving until his lips were on Virgil’s. 

For a split second, all Logan could feel were butterflies, and then the panic kicked in. He jolted away from Virgil, his hand flying to his lips. Virgil stared up at him with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry” Logan choked out and bolted. 

The door slammed shut behind him.

Virgil brushed fingertips across his lips, staring at the place Logan had been. Then he grabbed his keys and raced after him. 

By the time Virgil found Logan the sun was dipping into the horizon, painting them both gold. Logan had taken refuge in the parking lot behind the library. He looked so small curled up on the bench, Virgil’s chest squeezed just looking at him. 

He crouched in front of Logan pulled his fingers away from his face. “Hey” Virgil murmured. 

Logan’s cheeks were flushed and his face blotchy, but Virgil smiled when their eyes met. “That was a pretty good kiss,” he whispered, Logan's head shot up.

“But I think I can do better. Mind if I try?” Logan nodded frantically and pulled Virgil towards him, closing the gap between them once again. 

Maybe sending that text hadn’t been such a bad idea. 

[hahanamegobrrrr]

Analogical Cuddles

Virgil was sitting on Logan’s bed. He was just scrolling Tumblr with one earbud in. Logan was a few feet away, sitting at his desk and typing profusely. Virgil was starting to get a bit worried, and maybe a little annoyed. Logan was working when he came into his room hours ago. Who knows how long he’d been working before that.

“Hey, L?” Virgil asked.

“Hmmm?” Logan responded, not looking away from his screen.

“I want cuddles.” Virgil said. This was a win-win. He got Logan to take a break, plus he got cuddles!

“I’m working, Virgil.”

“But you’ve been working for hours.” Virgil complained. “And I want cuddles.” At this Logan looked away from his computer to look at Virgil, one eyebrow raised. Virgil made grabby hands, causing Logan to let out a short laugh.

“Alright, I’ll take a break. But only for a bit.” Logan got up from his desk and stretched, then sat down on the bed next to Virgil. Virgil immediately buried his face in Logan’s chest. Logan chuckled, petting Virgil’s hair.

“You know, before we started dating, I never would have expected you to be the biggest cuddle bug in the world.” Virgil looked up at him and made a face.

“Shuttup.” He mumbled, before laying his head back down. Logan pressed a kiss to his hair, relishing the way that Virgil seemed to melt into his touch.

Virgil looked up again, taking in every detail of Logan’s face. “I love you.” Virgil said.

“I love you too, V.” Logan replied, pressing more kisses to his cheek, then his forehead, then his mouth. It was a nice break from his work, and he didn’t mind it being interrupted one bit.

[littleteacupdragon]

Could you do something with analogical and a hand on the cheek when they are very stressed helping them calm down ?

Thank you so much! You have no idea how excited I got seeing this. It's now after midnight, this took about an hour to write and I did just the most basic check, so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Silent comfort

The last few days were... Rough. That was an understatement but there was no need to dwell on the past more than it deserved, especially when it wasn't the most pleasant. Rough was an okay adjective.

The thing was, nothing foreshadowed the amount of complications that started to pile up with, seemingly, every passing hour. They say that sorrows come in batalions. Maybe there was something to the saying after all. At that point, Virgil would be partial to every excuse that would take his mind off of blaming himself. The amount of anxiety all of their plans crumbling caused him and, by extension, Thomas, hasn't been that high in a long while.

He thought he was getting better. He thought he was learning to control himself.

He guessed not.

And then there was Logan, visibly struggling to keep his composure while haphazardly changing schedules, calculating the degree of delays, the time that a particular thing needed to be put back on track - Logan's schedules weren't completely packed, always assuming the possibility of something failing, not this big amount of things, though.

You can take one piece from the very base of a Jenga tower without much consequence. Take two and the whole structure is hanging on a thread. One reckless move...

But no more of that. The situation has already been handled, for now. The whole of Thomas was exhausted, which didn't help when Logan and Virgil were still wound up, ready for the next bad news, not yet allowing themselves the full comfort of letting go.

At least Virgil didn't. He sat in front of the couch, knees up near his chest, staring on the wall. He knew thinking about it won't help anything. He couldn't help but think all the same.

The thoughts weren't the nicest; he wondered when will he stop worrying about the things that have no more impact on the present, not to mention the future. They seemed to have no end and an infinite amount of beginnings.

A sound of footsteps made Virgil jerk out of the deepest thoughts, in the small spike of adrenaline he didn't manage to recognise the person they belonged to before they were crouched down next to him, eyes cautious, worried. Tired.

Virgil sighed and visibly deflated, finding himself with not enough energy for words. Logan would understand, he understood most of the times.

And then there was a hand on his cheek, such a simple gesture. It was light and because of that almost tingling where it touched - warm and soft, a little hesitant. Questioning?

He could move back, he knew that.

He just didn't want to. Not this time.

Noticing that Virgil wasn't shying away, Logan let his hand cup his cheek properly, his thumb staring to move up and down leisurely, marvelling at the soft skin silently, carefully. Virgil sighed, his legs loosing a bit of the tension they were holding, slipping away from his chest just a tad.

Logan moved a bit, settling down on the floor next to Virgil so that he didn't have to be wary of balancing on his toes. His second hand moved to Virgil's other cheek, holding his face gently as if it was made out of a very precious material.

It was nothing, really. Nothing special, the gesture itself. The softness and tenderness of it made Virgil feel secure in a way that he'd find hard to explain. He was frozen in place and at the same time free to go whenever he wished, staring at Logan who wasn't looking exactly into his eyes, his focus on his own hands. As the other thumb joined the first one in the small movement Virgil sighed once more, this time letting his shoulders fall from shielding his neck.

And as the seconds passed, Logan started to let go of his miniscule signs of stress as well. With a few more up and downs of his fingers the movement regained its feather-lightness, his eyes finally meeting Virgil's and staying there as the last trails of stress left the depths of them.

Virgil smiled softly, his own hands coming up to rest upon Logan's, just for a moment, reassuring.

Virgil needed to feel safe in such times. He needed to put his trust into someone else, let himself be vulnerable, not fight for control that was slipping through his fingers. He needed to just breathe, to be grounded to calm down. He liked the contact, it made it all a bit easier.

Logan needed the feeling of control over something when he was extremely stressed, no matter how small the thing was. It sounds like a negative thing but it always manifested in small gestures: setting up the table, rearranging his desk. Something not that important, not hard, not demanding.

Being the one to touch Virgil instead of being touched was one of those things too.

He would never demand something that Virgil wasn't willing to give, that was directly stated when they started to seek each other for comfort. Rejections did happen, there was always another way for Logan to calm down. He wasn't the one to cross such boundaries.

But sometimes, especially in such stressful circumstances, there was nothing better than a bit of physical touch.

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Read more of my touch-based prompts fics

[awstenknyght]

@chanandlerbongthings they’re watching a movie and cuddling!!!!!!

[hydra-collector]

Umm, if you're taking prompts maybe analogical hurt comfort with sad boi logan?? Kinda based off the song Pyjama Pants by Cavetown??

i’ve never heard the song before but it is very Soft and made me Feel Things 

Characters: Virgil, Logan

TW: crying, self-deprecation

Words: 735

This is stupid.

Logan was desperate to talk to Virgil, whose voice could convince him to do anything. But he wasn’t… supposed to care. About something like this, something so trivial and inconsequential, that someone else would never care about.

But here he was.

Logan rubbed more tears from his eyes, typing out a message to his friend. Virgil replied quickly, asking if he was okay, if Virgil should come over.

Despite still shaking from sobs, he typed out a ‘no.’ Virgil… Virgil shouldn’t see him like this. Broken and weak, vulnerable. He wanted to be able to cry into Virgil’s arms, feel the comfort that came from Virgil’s mere existence. 

But why would he care?

Why would he want someone so pathetic? Someone who cried over little things- but they didn’t seem little while he cried. He felt as if losing this single opportunity, he’d lost everything. There would be other opportunities, yes, but… he couldn’t mess something up.

It wasn’t just the internship. It was the thought that maybe, maybe I’m not as smart as I thought. Maybe he didn’t deserve all the praise he’d gotten, the straight A’s, the recommendations, being seen as smart at all.

Being seen that way by Virgil.

If Logan told him what happened, would he mean anything to Virgil anymore? He’d tutored his friend when he needed it, it’s possible that it was the only reason Virgil had even stuck around.

Not only that, but Logan had been the strong one. The one who never cried, who was there to help everyone else. What would Virgil think if he was incapable of that? What if he hurt Virgil?

let me come over

No. He… he was sure to lose Virgil if he saw him like this.

It’s alright, it doesn’t matter that much anyway.

nah, lo, im coming over

Logan sighed, but he knew Virgil was too stubborn to stop. He pulled his blankets over him, waiting for the worst to come.

“Logan, why’s your door unlocked?”

He’d slammed it in frustration when he arrived home, apparently forgetting to lock it.

“Lo?”

“I’m in my room.”

He heard Virgil’s footsteps come from in the hallway, and soon a warm hand on his back. He didn’t turn over, dreading the moment when Virgil would feel his sobs, see his red face, when he’d be repulsed by Logan’s ugliness and leave.

So he sank into the touch.

“Hey, you alright?”

Virgil gently brushed his hand along Logan’s arm, taking the blanket and pulling it up until he could see his friend’s face. Logan’s anxiety could no longer hold back his sobs, wrenching the blanket back over him. God, was he a fucking child?

“Hey, hey, Logan, sit up, it’s okay, it’s okay…”

Logan let Virgil pull him up and into his arms, hiding his face in Virgil’s chest. Well… he hadn’t left yet.

“What happened? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Logan shook his head, gripping tight to Virgil’s hoodie. Virgil tilted his head up a little, running his hands through his hair, coming to rest his hand on Logan’s cheek. With his other hand, he took off Logan’s wet and blurred glasses, placing them safely on the side table.

“Whatever it was, you’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay, Lo.”

He felt stupid for simply shaking his head again. It wouldn’t be okay if he wasn’t who he thought he was, who he was supposed to be.

“Yes. Yes you are. Unless you just found out you have a diagnosis for ‘not going to be okay ever,’ I’m sure you’re going to be okay at some point. Okay?”

He was right. Someday this moment would likely be forgotten. Nothing could last forever, not even negative feelings.

He steadied his breathing, nodding slowly, the warm hand on his face surely feeling his blush. He relaxed his arms, letting them curl around Virgil’s back. He just wanted to be close. Warm.

Virgil pulled the blanket properly around Logan, holding it tightly around him and letting his friend’s tears die down.

“You wanna watch a movie?”

“Y-yeah.”

Virgil put one on, cuddling up to Logan and wrapping his arms around his stomach, pulling him halfway onto his chest. Logan swore he could feel his heart beating as quickly as his at first, but the thought faded along with his consciousness as he fell asleep, Virgil’s head nuzzled in his neck.

[moxiety-my-love]

Automotan

Analogical Fic

Prompt: How about some Logan angst? Him having some issues with his self esteem cause he feels like he always has to be a robot. And then (insert favorite other half of pairing) comes in to see him crying at his desk cause he is very overwhelmed with work? And then some comfort and maybe a love confession

Summary: Logan isn’t handling quarantine well, and Virgil is the only one who notices.

Word Count: 1k

Pairing(s): Analogical

Warning(s): Swearing, anxiety, food mention, Remus mention. Let me know if you find any more!

General Tag List: @hogwarts-my-love @yourelost-itsokay @rebeyerfdog

A/N: Decided to place this prompt during the events of COVID-19 because that’s where my mindset is right now. This can be read as either platonic or romantic Analogical!

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Logan wasn’t handling being quarantined well.

That was an understatement. Logan wasn’t handling it at all. Every day that Thomas continued to stay at home, Logan’s state of mind grew worse. His inability to think straight was affecting Thomas’ productivity, which only added more stress to his already growing list of things to worry about. It was also making the other sides hesitant to be around Logan when he was irritable.

As such, Logan began to isolate himself in his room, surrounded by stacks of papers and swirling thoughts. He was the literal embodiment of Logic-- he should be able to fix this! But all the alone time in his room was making him more robotic than usual. He bottled up his emotions and hid them from the other sides, trying to help them with their own fears about the quarantine instead. Virgil was the first one to notice.

“Lo?”

Logan lifted his head from its resting position on his desk to see Virgil peeking into his room through the cracked door. With a sigh, he lifted himself from his chair to fully open the door.

“Hello, Virgil. Do you need anything?” Logan rubbed his temple, assuming Virgil had had an issue with one of the other sides. Remus, in particular, had been especially hard to deal with lately. “Did Remus do something?”

Virgil laughed, “No, but that’s a good assumption.” He coughed, stifling his laughter. “No, I just, I thought I’d check on you. You’ve been acting like an automaton, overworking yourself. I’ve been there, Lo, and I wanted to see if you needed anything.”

Virgil shifted his feet as he finished his statement. He knew Logan didn’t love to be accused of anything, so he’d tried to phrase his concerns as best as he knew how. He awkwardly dug his hands into the pockets of his well worn sweatshirt.

“A good use of ‘automaton,’ Virge,” Logan smiled, “but I don’t believe I’m acting any differently than usual.”

“It’s okay to ask for help, Logan. None of us are doing our best work while being stuck in the apartment. It’s taking a toll on everyone, so you shouldn’t feel bad about--”

“I don’t,” Logan interrupted curtly. “I have nothing to feel bad about, excluding the fear that Patton allowed Remus to help him cook tonight. Nothing is more distasteful than the thought of whatever disaster should come of that.”

Virgil laughed and gave a tentative smile. “Well, if you’re sure, Lo. Just don’t hesitate to ask for anything.”

A week had passed since that incident and Logan still wasn’t any better. In fact, the only thing that had gotten better was his ability to lie straight to the other sides’ faces. Whenever he felt his mind clouding over during a conversation, he plastered on an ambiguous expression he deemed passable as “normal.”

The one time he felt himself falter from these falsified interactions was when Patton, during one of his emotional compliment rants, told Logan how proud he was of him for all the work he’d been doing to help Thomas during their social isolation. When those words left Patton’s mouth, Logan’s eyes heated up as he forced back a flood. How wrong he is, to be proud of me, Logan thought. He wasn’t proud of himself.

A sharp rap was heard at the door and Logan bolted awake. After his consciousness returned, he looked to the wall to squint at the face of a clock. 2:30? Afternoon or late at night?

“Logan? Are you up?”

Logan recognised Virgil’s voice again. It must be afternoon, he decided, if he’s asking whether I’m awake.

Adjusting his glasses, Logan realised how much he’d let himself go. A short glance around his room showed just how quickly he’d allowed things to deteriorate. The stacks of paper atop his desk were now nonexistent; in place of the neat piles there now was utter chaos. Paper clips and pens lay strewn at his feet. Meanwhile, his bed and closet weren’t any less of a sore sight. He hadn’t done his laundry in days, or even changed clothes for that matter. But somehow he had managed to distribute the majority of his wardrobe either to the floor of his closet or in place of his bedsheets.

“Lo?”

Shit. Virgil was still there. Logan knew he shouldn’t leave his friend out in the hallway, but didn’t want him to see the mess that had replaced his life. With a sigh, he waved a hand to clear the floor, so Virgil could at least step in.

“Come in,” Logan’s raspy voice cracked as he spoke, and he realised his throat was dry. He was probably dehydrated.

Virgil only had to take one look at Logan before wrapping him in a great bear hug. That was what did it for Logan. The warmth that emitted from Virgil’s sweatshirt and arms engulfed Logan’s entire being. Before he had a second to choke back his cries, he released them into his friend’s shoulders. After the first sob, a weight was lifted immediately off Logan’s chest. For too long, he’d been suppressing his feelings. Finally allowing himself to indulge in them eased a small bit of his anxiety.

Neither of the left-brained sides knew how much time had passed by the time Logan’s sobs had softened into erratic, muffled breaths. But Virgil did know something had to be done to help Logan. He already felt terrible for letting things escalate the way they patently had.

“You need a break, Lo. This isn’t healthy.” Virgil waited for a response before deciding to say anything more. He lightly chewed on his bottom lip, choosing to tread lightly while Logan was still in a fragile state.

Easing his breath before speaking, Logan waited until he thought he could manage words again before replying.

“I- I believe you are correct, Virgil. Thank you for helping me to realise it. We’ve spent so much time discussing repression, yet it didn’t occur to me that I might be repressing.”

Virgil smiled behind Logan’s back, brushing a finger through the taller side’s hair.

“We’re all here for you, Lo. Every one of us loves you, especially me.”

Logan hesitated for a moment before replying.

“I love you too.”

He nestled his head into the warm crook of Virgil’s neck, finally at peace for the first time in weeks.

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Requested by @fukindork