Sander Sides Oneshots

Stargazing

Once again, not my art ^
Ship: Analogical
TW: mentions of a panic attack, extreme fluff, adorableness.
To anyone reading, thank you for reading even though these are trash.
Enough of my babbling, onward!

Virgil's POV
I slowly creep down the stairs, as to not wake any of the other sides, and quietly slip out of the front door. Once I am out in the cold night air, I head off to my favorite hill. I walk the short distance to the hill, tear tracks still visible on my face from a particularly bad panic attack that took place earlier, and start climbing up the slightly steep hill.

Atop the hill is a beautiful orchid tree that is perfectly illuminated by the moonlight. Countless nights I have spent here, sitting against the tree and gazing up at the stars, it was truly perfect. I go to sit in my usual place amongst the tree roots, only to find that someone else was already there.

It was Logan

He didn't seem to notice me due to being  super absorbed in a book. I clear my throat to let my presence be known. At the unexpected noise, Logan's head shot up, only to relax once he saw Virgil. "Virgil, what are you doing here?" He asks, "I could ask you the exact same thing." I shot back.

"Oh, I just like to come here when things are stressful to just stargaze or read. Now why are you here?" He said, turning the question on me at the end. "Kind of the same as you really, when I'm stressed or need to calm down after a panic attack or something I come up here to just get away from it all. This place helps me calm down a lot, but I didn't think anyone else knew about it." I replied, mumbling the last part.

"I only found out about it a few weeks ago when I was going to the store to get milk." Logan explained. There was an awkward silence for a moment before I turned to leave, but just before I was about to leave, Logan said something that caught me off guard, "You could stay if you would like." He said, shyly patting the spot next to him.

I thought about it for a moment before shuffling over and plopping myself next to him.
I rest my head on the trunk and gaze up at the star-filled sky. Then suddenly, Logan spoke, "there's the Little Dipper." He said, pointing to the constellation, before continuing to list the visible constellations. My gaze drifted to his face, admiring the way his eyes lit up when he was talking about something he liked.

He continued listing off constellations when he noticed that I was staring at him, "Why look at me when the stars are so beautiful?" He asked, "Because you're so beautiful that those stars should be jealous." I say, almost subconsciously. Even through the light of the moon, I could see the pink rise on Logan's face and I also felt my face heat up.

I was about to apologize when I felt a pair of lips on mine. After getting over the initial shock, I start kissing back. The kiss was slow, gentle, and a bit awkward, but it was better than I could ever imagine. Logan gently grabbed my face, but abruptly stopped afterwards.

"Virgil, why is your face wet?"  Logan asked softly. "Oh-uh, no reason." Virgil replies nervously. "Wait a tick, earlier you said that you usually come out here when you're stressed or after a panic attack, which one was it this time?" Hi tone was soft but persistent, I knew he wasn't going to give up so I told him the answer. "Panic attack." I mumble, my voice almost inaudible but Logan, with his super-hearing, heard me.

"Oh Virgil, come here." He said compassionately, pulling me into a hug. I gladly accepted and crawled into his arms, a new wave of tears forming. "What happened to cause this panic attack?" He asked quietly. "I-I was thinking o-of you an-and I th-thought that you could ne-never love me b-back." I say, willing my voice to be steady but failing miserably.

"Virgil, I honestly thought it was obvious that I really love you, you make me feel things that the others can't make me feel, you make me feel loved and you make me smile just by thinking of you, I love you too Virgil." He said softly, wiping away my tears.

"P-promise?" I say like a pathetic six-year-old. Logan gave a small chuckle and said, "I swear on my life that I love you to Pluto and back." He then grabbed my chin very gently and turned my face towards his. He looked at me, silently asking for consent and I nodded. I then feel the feeling of soft lips on mine. The kiss wasn't rushed or sloppy, it was slow and careful, as if the other would break if it was any faster. Just when I thought I could never love Logan any more, he proved me wrong, like usual.

865 words, not including the authors note.
I tried to do something slightly angsty but I'm more of a fluffy girl so it was probably trash. Leave any suggestions in the comments pls, I'm bored and I don't know what to write.

P.S. For someone who has never kissed anyone in her life, I really do write about kissing a lot.
Peace out Brotatoes!!