okay so here’s another one lol, this one’s so cliche my friends, eat my trash :)
Summary: Logan finally breaks lol
Word count: 995
Warnings: uh, hurt comfort, virgil says shit once, a shit on of crying, i guess a panic attack, so sweet and cliche you might want to stop reading :)
Everything had been so perfect, so perfect. He had Virgil. It was perfect. At least that’s what he’d concluded in his own mind.
They’d been sitting on Virgil’s bed, watching a movie, and Logan hadn’t really been paying attention. He’d been so focused on his work before Virgil dragged him away.
“You work too hard, Lo,” he’d said running his fingers through Logan’s hair, “come watch a movie with me.”
Logan had smiled and agreed, not wanting to stress Virgil or heighten his anxiety.
So there they sat, watching a movie and buried underneath blankets. Logan’s mind was racing, so many thoughts rushing past each other, sentences being unfinished. He thought and thought and thought until he couldn’t handle his own thoughts.
He sat frozen, words swirling in his head, drowning out his surroundings. He tried to ground himself, trying to find just a single thought to hold onto and complete. His vision blurred and his jaw clenched, everything still going too fast for his liking.
He identified thoughts about his work, he thought he should work. Sitting around won’t get work done.
“But Virgil was so worried. But Virgil doesn’t understand. I need to work. I have so much to get done. But Virgil’s still worried. Will he be mad?”
Logan was swallowed whole by panic, he did not understand why. Everything was wonderful, he did his work well, he had Virgil, he loved Virgil. Virgil loved him, he said so himself.
“I love you too,” he sniffled. Virgil pulled Logan closer than physically possible and they stood close together for what seemed to be a lifetime. After so long, they were together.
Logan recalled this moment, his thoughts slowing until it landed on one specific thought. “But does he still love me?”
And then he broke.
All sense came back to him, rushing over like a tidal wave. The thought scared him to death. He gasped and grabbed his chest, heaving, squeezing his eyes shut as tears flooded over. His chest was so tight, he couldn’t breathe but air was filtering through him. His heart was pounding, it felt as if it would explode, it felt like he was drowning in a lake and falling from the sky.
“Logan, holy shit, Logan?” Virgil shook his shoulder, then grabbed Logan’s face between his hands. “Babe, breathe for me. Please? Look at me.”
Virgil’s voice flooded through his ears, finally, something. He listened to Virgil’s counting, the exaggerated inhales and exhales, the heat of his palms against his face, soaking in every real moment there was.
Virgil’s thumbs swiped over Logan’s cheeks, trying to stop the tears from wetting his face, trying to wipe Logan’s pains away. His breaths slowed, still uneven but not panicked. Tears still glided down but he was there, he was with Virgil, Virgil was there.
His head was cleared, he felt relieved, but then embarrassment washed over him. He quickly ducked his head into Virgil’s shoulder, hiding his face from prying eyes. He breathed slowly, inhaling and exhaling, a comforting scent of sunflowers. They sat like that for a few minutes, Logan officially calming down, the only sound being the dialogue from the long forgotten movie.
“Lo,” Virgil called out softly, gently pushing Logan away from him. He looked away from Virgil, not wanting to address their current situation.
“Look at me please, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, brushing hair away from Logan’s face.
Logan looked at Virgil, grabbing Virgil’s hand and gripping it tightly, pressing his lips firmly together. Inhaling through his nose he took a moment to respond;
“Do you still love me?” His voice cracked and the question came out broken and scared. He needed the confirmation, no matter how silly the question seemed. He needed Virgil to say it to him, to assure him, even if it was childish.
“What?” Virgil’s eyes widened, bewilderment edging itself into his face.
“Do…do you still love me?” Logan stuttered out again, tears starting to slowly trickle back down his cheeks again. He was so scared, so scared Virgil would leave him, he knew there was no reason he would leave him but he was still so scared.
“What? Of course I do. What are you talking about?” He rushed out, stumbling over his words. He had no idea what would make Logan think he didn’t love him anymore.
“Are you sure?” He sniffled out, a quiet sob wracking his body. He believed Virgil, he knew he was telling him the truth but his mind was still not settled.
“Yes, yes I’m sure. I’m so sure, I love you so much, I’m so in love with you it scares me sometimes. I promise I love you.” Virgil repeated his words, trying to keep his tears from spilling over. It scared him seeing Logan like this, it scared him to think Logan thought he didn’t love him anymore.
Logan nodded, wiping at his face with his free hand, trying to be rid of the tears that stained his cheeks. He downcasted his gaze to their linked hands, willing his heart to slow down.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why that happened.” He told Virgil, keeping his voice as steady as possible. He sighed deeply, looking up at Virgil, trying to stay composed.
“I just…I don’t know what came over me. My thoughts were going so fast I couldn’t actually think properly. And then my mind found that question and…,” he trailed, gaze flicking away from Virgil again.
“You don’t have to apologize,” he said, running his thumb over Logan’s knuckles. “You were stressed, and anxious. Lo, you’re human, well mostly, it’s okay to be worried, it’s okay to be in doubt.”
“Okay—“ he nodded to himself— “okay.”
“Let’s go to sleep, we can talk more in the morning, okay?”
Logan nodded again, sighing and running his hands through his hair. “Thank you, star, so I love you so much.”
Virgil kissed his forehead, “I love you too, now sleep.”
lmao okay there you go
idk how i feel abt this one