So, i had @trixie85592 in the TS fanfic exchange! sorry for the wait, real life got in the way, but hopefully this fanfic will make it up for it! I went with Analogical, and with the third prompt [Writer’s choice of ship: The nervous confession to the side they like through some kind of romantic outing]
It was the
little things, like the way Virgil sometimes had a shy smile on his face, the
way Virgil would sit down and listen to him even if he sometimes disagreed with
his point of view, the way Virgil massaged his temples when a headache started
forming, it was the seemingly uninterested “good morning” that were only for
him and the soft “good night” before retiring to their rooms for the night.
couldn’t name it; he just knew it made his chest feel light, like at any second
he would go flying off into the sky. He frowned and shook his head, it was
physically impossible for him to go up flying.
He woke up
in the middle of the night with a name falling out of his lips, his chest felt
light but at the same time it was like his heart was being squished. His
heartbeat was out of control and he realized a few minutes later that he still
had his hand extended in the air, chasing after a gentle smile and sweet brown
heavy sigh he got out of bed and a quick glance at the clock told him that the
person he was looking for was probably awake still. He slipped out of his room
in the direction of Virgil’s, he had to talk to someone about the things in his
chest and the images on his brain, and he needed to do so with someone that
knocked as softly as he could on the door, and it opened a few seconds later to
show Virgil with his hair going in all directions. Logan give a small snort of
laughter and tried to muffled a chuckled
may I come in?”
In lei of
an answer Virgil opened his door more and moved to the side, he looked tired
but Logan knew he couldn’t sleep yet
good my dude?”
that again Verge”
“I… think I
have a problem”
the shorter boy raise his head up at him, an eyebrow already reaching up to his
hair and disbelieve clear as the day on his face
having a problem?”
any case it doesn’t affect anyone else”
believe you” Logan sighed with relief “But I still don’t know what’s wrong”
a heavy sigh and threw himself on Virgil’s bed. As he stared at the ceiling
–which Virgil had once again changed, now the sky was the milky way- Logan
found that his brain felt less foggy. An idea occurred to him, if watching the
ever changing sky on Virgil’s room could bring him peace then maybe what he
needed to say could be done in a similar setting?
like to come star gazing with me, right now?”
almost 3 am”
with the change on topics… but I mean, sure, why not”
him a soft and rare smile and Virgil felt himself blush. They stayed together
for a while, until Logan deemed it late enough to actually move and go fetch
the blankets he had mentioned to Virgil. The second he was out of Virgil’s room
the man dropped face down on his bed, his face feeling aflame. It was getting
harder and harder to hide what he felt for Logan
A knock on
his doorframe snapped him out of his head and he looked up to see Logan giving
him a small smirk, a bundle of blankets in his arms
grabbed his pillows and went behind Logan. He was worried about what Logan
wanted to talk about, but he trusted the man
everything down and sat down, the sky was cloudless and the stars were shining.
Virgil lost himself staring at the sky, it seemed more beautiful than normal.
Logan stared at Virgil
get over the way the stars were reflection in his eyes, in how his expression
was of intense awe, in how he was smiling softly. He was shining. He looked…
was said as nothing more than a whisper, but Virgil’s voice held awe “The sky
is more beautiful than normal”
debated with himself. He had the chance to tell him now, and if his reading of
the mood was correct then this was the perfect moment to tell him, but… he was
scared. There had been almost no signs of Virgil liking him back, and every
sign of corresponded feelings could easily be passed off as friendship or
a glance at the sky and nodded, he had to do it now. When he turned to talk to
Virgil he noticed the boy had his eyes closed and was humming, soft enough that
Logan hadn’t noticed it but loud enough to produce sound.
“I love you”
the words left his mouth Logan froze, he had just- he wasn’t thinking and- and
now Virgil was staring up at him in shock, the moon highlighting his face and
adding a sense of dream to the situation. His brown eyes (shiny, so bright, hiding
an intelligence that could rival Logan’s own, always worried, always shifting,
never resting in just one place, calculating every chance and every possible
danger) were open fully and staring at Logan in obvious shock.
to run away, to forget this night had happened. If he ever had a chance with
Virgil he had already ruined it by confessing this way. How could he, when
Virgil deserved more than a stargazing session? When Virgil deserved to be
taken out to dinner, deserved to be woo in the most dedicated way? And Logan
had just blurted out his feelings, with no finesse and no tact, just the
burning need to say something, anything, the burning need to express the way
his chest felt light.
this is not the most common or acceptable way of expressing my feelings. But if
you would please listen to me before rejecting me”
shorter side nodded Logan took a shuddering breath, steeled his nerves, and
looked at the sky for a last time before focusing his sight on his best friend.
love with you, with the way you smile, with the way you worry. I’m in love with
the analysis your brain makes, even if it tends to go to extremes” He paused
for a second, staring at the blushing boy in front of him “I love your eyes,
how they are constantly looking around, analyzing everything, taking account of
every possible danger. I love it when you are rested enough to feel calmer, and
when your insomnia makes your paranoia even worse”
chuckle left Virgil’s mouth and Logan smiled
“I love it
when you smile Virgil, it’s like you light up”
moving slowly, he reached up to cup Virgil’s face. He caressed Virgil’s cheek
and gave him a small smile, trying to convey in his expression and gesture all
the things his words were failing to explain
“I love you”
silent for a minute until Virgil’s chocked sob interrupted the silence of the
night. Logan stared at the boy with fear. Had he really messed up that much?
love you, you giant nerd” Virgil held on to Logan’s hand which still was on his
cheek “You haven’t mess up anything”
a small laughter at that. He had thought out loud
“I love you
Verge” He couldn’t help the smile on his face, or the way his eyes were filling
them were crying, giant smiles in both of their faces, and the moon and stars
were staring down at them, glad to be part of a moment that would last a
“i might have thought that i was the only one who was suffering. everyone’s going through a lot, and they’re all suffering… and yet, everyone is still trying so hard. i even ended up taking it out on you and saying something awful. i’m sorry. it was pathetic. truly.”
“did you decide on something?" "huh?” “i hear it in your voice.”
“…i don’t think intuitive boys are very popular.” – tsumugu and chisaki, nagi no asukara
To all the fat or chubby girls that are self-conscious:
Go to the closest mirror and look at yourself. Look at those cute chubby cheeks. Poke them. Aren’t they amazing? They are so cute and beautiful.
Look at your eyes - maybe they look boring from far away, but if you get a close look you see the galaxies in them. Go! Look at it! They’re gorgeous!
And your hair! Oooh your hair! It is sooo pretty! Look at it! It doesn’t matter if it’s straight or curly or something in between. If it’s smooth or very messy! It’s so beautiful!
Now go further - look at your body. At your sweet chubby arms. Do you know how many people they have comforted? How many soft and warm hugs you’ve given people? Oooh I’d love to be hugged by you!
And your belly - is it big? Yes? No? It doesn’t matter. Poke it. Isn’t it soft? It’s so nice to sit on your lap when you’re like some soft and amazing pillow! You are just all soft and sweet and aaah I love you so much!!
And your legs. Do you think they’re too short? Too long? Too fat? Nah. Your legs are amazing! Think of those cute little fluffly animals with fluffy legs or paws. Do you think their legs are ugly? No. So why should yours be?
No, maybe you are not skinny, maybe you are not the standard model. But you are so beautiful and pretty.
Stop looking at what’s wrong, and start looking at what’s beautiful.
Because there is so much more.