Sanders sides oneshots (request closed)

Not Logan being gay and cutting his hair during breakdown lol

type: The tsssupersau

ship: background queerplatonic analogical

genre: angst

requested by: me

TW: angst (duh), Logan having a breakdown, frustation, anger, impulsively cutting your hair, etc

word count: 2448

"GUYS GUYS GUYS," Doodels exclaimed, fluttering in through a window

"Hello, Doodles," Logan waved at it, looking up from his book, "Its been a while"

"I know! I'm sorry! Butttttttttt i'm working on a new superpowered au with you guys and i decded to do an angsty oneshot regarding you because you have a breakdown in this book which explains your very short hair and anyways i'm doing that now enjoy!"

"Excuse me, what do you-" Logan wasn't able to finish his sentence, as Doodles snapped her fingers and he was gone. 

"Oi Logan, I'm ba-" Virgil just came in through the door, but soon he was gone, having dissapeared just as his friend had done seconds before. Their debate on the potential existance of vampires would have to wait for later

...

Logan stood in his room, music sheet sitting in front of him even tho it wasn't really necessary, as he had it memorized already. Violin rested bellow his chin, the man tried his best to play the new melody he wished to learn. Unfortunately, due to the tiredness that slowed down his hands and made his eyes itch, he kept making mistakes.

He gripped the instrument with more strength, as if the tightness of the hold would somehow improve the quality of the music, which it did very much not do. The stiffness of his muscles only worsened the soft sounds that should be coming out of the wooden instrument, going off pitch more than once. Every time this happened, Logan flinched ever so slightly.

A groan of frustration escaped his lips as the man pushed some hair off his face. He didn't understand how he was doing this so wrong... Logan had the music sheet memorized, so why did he still get some parts wrong? He knew the movements that his hands were supposed to follow, so why did he keep messing up? He was able to play many other things with ease, so why was he stuck? Thanks to the nature of his power, Logan should be able to perform with minimum mistakes, yet here he was, seconds away from throwing the violin away in a fit of anger. He knew he could play better than this. None of this was helping his mood, which was stained already by how the day had generally gone and sleep deprivation, having been awake since before 3am.

More strands of hair fell down to his face, staining his vision. The more Logan attempted to push it back, the more fell forwards. His hair wasn't incredibly long, just reaching his shoulders, but it was the longest it had ever been. It was curly by nature, giving it volume and a fluffy texture, which prompted Virgil to mess with it more often than not. Right now, it was held back by a messy bun that did a terrible job at keeping it off his face... but to be fair, a twirled-around pencil wasn't the best method to secure hair.

It didn't take long for the bun to completely undo itself, the sound of the pen scattering to the floor resonating louder than it should've. The hair, now free form the simple knot, fell down, putting itself in front of Logan's face and blocking his eyes.