Sanders Sides One-Shots

Sleepless

Warnings: Sleep Deprivation, overworking, stress, some self-deprecation, snappy Logan, and lots of fluff later on

Ship(s): Analogical (Can be read as Platonic or Romantic)

Virgil had pulled another late night. He had needed to work overtime due to Thomas, Joan, and Talyn working to together on what the next Sanders Sides video should be. It was what all of the fans wanted, and so Thomas wanted to give it to them, but it had proved to be more difficult than any of the YouTuber's sides had imagined and all of the sides had pulled a late night. Eventually, Virgil had been the only one who was needed so all the others had gone to bed. At least, that's what Virgil thought.

"Logan, why are you still awake?" Virgil said with slight alarm as he passed by Logan's bedroom. The logical trait was half-asleep at his desk, writing slowly and even snoring a little bit. He had jerked awake when Virgil called his name and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes viciously.

"Not done. Need to finish," Logan said groggily, putting his glasses back on and getting to work. Virgil shook his head and snapped the pencil out of his hands, putting his hands on his hips.

"Logan, come on, it's four am. You need to sleep!" Virgil insisted. Wow, he was a hypocrite. Logan was more important than he was though; Thomas needed him more. Logan whined and tried to grab the pencil out of Virgil's hand, but the darker trait kept it away. He watched Logan closely, noting the slouch in his shoulders and the dark bags under his eyes that could compete with his own. He could barely keep his eyes open too.

"Logan, when did you sleep last?' Virgil asked warily. Logan shot him a glare before staring down at his desk, looking at his hands like he wanted to give them a slow and painful death.

"Doesn't matter. I need to get this done," Logan insisted, still not looking up from his hands. He flinched when Virgil placed a hand on his shoulder and the other could've sworn that his bespectacled companion started trembling.

"Logan, come on, I'm not stupid. Besides, if you don't get enough sleep, you won't be able to function, and then you won't be able to help Thomas!" Virgil insisted. Tears pricked Logan's eyes and he sniffed.

"I-I don't need it. As a trait, I can't die from lack of sleep. Be-Besides, I'm useless when I have enough sleep, so why bother taking care of myself! It doesn't matter!" Logan said, his voice cracking slightly. Virgil's mouth hung open in surprise and he spun Logan's chair around to face him.

"You. Are. Going. To. Sleep. I don't care if you think you need it or not! Thomas needs you for basic needs, just like me! If you go out of commission, Thomas is done for!" Virgil growled. Logan yelped in surprise as Virgil scooped him up in his arms and moved over to the bespectacled man's bed. Logan buried his face in Virgil's shoulder as he gently rested him down on the bed, forcing the other man to join his side.

"Why are you doing this?" Logan whispered as Virgil took off his glasses, shoes, and tie and putting them on the ground. Virgil sighed and held the other closer, somewhat awkward with the close contact.

"You matter, that's why. Even if you think you don't, everyone else thinks you matter. Refusing to sleep isn't going to help you be better for Thomas," Virgil said. Logan sighed and nuzzled into Virgil's chest, twisting the front of his sweatshirt around his fists. Virgil could tell from the way he was trembling that he was crying and he started to massage the back of Logan's head with his fingers, running his fingers through his hair and down his neck. Logan shivered under the touch and allowed his eyes to close, his breathing becoming deep and even as he started to relax.

"Thanks, Verge," Logan muttered with a yawn, smiling sleepily up at the other. This was nice. Strange, but nice. Logan could get used to this, and Virgil figured he could too. Virgil gave the relaxed trait beside him a gentle peck on the forehead before nuzzling into his hair, following him into the welcoming depths of sleep.