Judge: Loki Laufeyson, What Is Your Plea? Guilty Of Numerous Counts Of Murder On Your Failed Attempt

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21 prinxiety or logince?

021: “He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”

“He’s quite stunning, isn’t he?”

Virgil followed Logan’s gaze towards Roman, who sat on the couch with Patton, playing some alternate version of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. For a second he thought Logan meant Patton, but his gaze didn’t move when Patton stood up- it was still locked in the same spot.

“Who, Roman?” Virgil hummed, crossing one leg over the other, knee bumping the table. “You know, if you like him, you should ask him out.”

Logan seemed to take the suggestion into consideration, as he didn’t immediately refuse. 

“I suppose that is what people do when they like someone.” Logan said after a minute of silence, lips twitching into a grin as Roman shouted in agony as he lost the game for the third time in a row.

“I mean, I personally don’t see the appeal, but if your standards are low enough..”

Logan huffed out a laugh, resting his cheek on his palm, elbow sat on the tabletop. “We have the same face, Virgil.”

Though he supposed that was a lie, he thought, gaze sweeping across Roman’s face, and then Patton’s. There were a few physical differences there, like Patton’s freckles, Roman’s laugh lines, and the small scar that cut through one of Roman’s eyebrows.

“There’s no way he’d find me worthy of him, though. It’s illogical.” Logan stated with such a certain tone it was almost sad, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, eyes still trained on Roman.

Virgil chose to ignore the slightly self-deprecating comment and instead stared at Logan, amused by his heart eyes as he gazed openly at his crush, and pulled out his phone, skimming through the conversation he had with Roman in texts the night before, where Roman was contemplating asking Logan out but felt that Logan wasn’t interested. 

Virgil shook his head.

Oblivious idiots.

101 Fluffy Prompts

All Time Lo-Lo

Summary: Logan has a problem…and he has no idea that problem even exists. He thinks it’s something else entirely.

Warnings: crying, depression, poor eating habits, food mention, grief, sadness, blood (sort of), injury/death mention, anxiety

Pairing: Platonic LAMP; bit of a Logicality focus at the end

Tagged: @ziallwarrior @thefallendog @apologieslogan

Notes: I’m sad today and Logan is the easiest side for me to write through so…yeah, this is the end result. It’s pure vent fic so I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m just not in a great place right now. Anyway, here goes nothing.

He had a routine.

A solid and secure routine. Wake up. Shower. Coffee. Work. Lunch break. Work. Dinner. Read. Sleep. Repeat. His routine was flawless. It kept him organized and efficient, kept everyone balanced and grounded and most importantly, it took up every bit of his time and avoided any potential messy complications.

Then it happened.

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"I'm a romantic, I know all the pick-up lines. Every single one." with Logince please!

i hereby decree that any prompt fills requesting logince will be set in the logince fbi!au and there is NOTHING YOU FUCKERS CAN DO ABOUT IT

pairings: romantic logince ( @fandersfic-logince ), platonic prinxiety

“i’m a romantic, i know all the pickup lines. every single one.” (tw: v brief kidnapping mention)

“you know, you’re never gonna win him over like that,” virgil says. 

roman flings himself onto the couch, groaning loudly, a long, drawn-out sigh. virgil pulls open a drawer with a small red crown painted on it, pulls out a red rubber ball, and hurls it at him. he doesn’t even turn to look. 

he hits roman square in the forehead. 

“virgil, why must you abuse me so!” 

“because you come in here every single day and tell me about your grand romantic plans to woo my baby brother, that’s why. how many shitty pickup lines do you even have, roman?” 

“what can i say?” roman laughs. “i’m a romantic. i know all the pickup lines. every. single. one.” 

virgil rolls his eyes. “you know, if this were olden times i could challenge you to a duel for the right to his hand.” 

“you still could,” roman teases, wiggling his eyebrows. “i’d win.” 

“i’m a faster draw,” virgil says.

“yeah, but i’m a better shot.” 

“who said i was talking about guns?” virgil spins his chair in a complete circle, flinging his hand forward as he faces roman. he faces the computer, grinning, as roman gapes at the small throwing knife embedded in the wall. 

“you’ve picked up some new skills, i see.” 

virgil shrugs. “i’m not interested in hanging out in any more locked car trunks, ro.” 

he hears roman approach him, footfalls deliberately loud so that he knows he’s coming. he feels roman carefully touch his shoulders before leaning down and wrapping him in a hug. 

“you’re a good brother, virgil.” 

“and you’re a good boyfriend, roman.” virgil tilts his head back, lets his head rest on roman’s shoulder. “my baby brother’s lucky to have you.” 

roman squeezes tightly, and virgil takes one hand off the keyboard to press over roman’s. then he prints the suspect list roman’s here for and hands it to him. 

roman swans into the briefing room and drops the suspect list into thomas’s hands before throwing a stunning smile at logan. “are you an astronaut?” 

“no, i am an fbi agent -”

“because damn, you are out of this world!” 

logan blinks at roman, adorable in his confusion, and says, “but i’m not an astronaut, roman. i’m an fbi agent that you work with. is this new information to you?” 

roman sits down and buries his head in his arms, groaning loudly. of course, he just had to develop a maddening crush on the single most oblivious human on the planet. he’s a fool for thinking it can go somewhere. 

years later, roman wakes up in the middle of the night. there’s a warm body curled against his side, tucked underneath his arm, hair tickling roman’s nose, cold toes pressed against roman’s warm inner calf. his fiancé snores softly in his arms, mumbling a long, slurred string of something roman thinks might be latin. 

“i can’t believe how lucky i am,” roman whispers, pressing a single chaste kiss against logan’s hair. “i know every pickup line in the book, and none of them worked, and i still managed to land the most wonderful man in the entire world. and i love you.” 

“l’v you t’,” logan mumbles, immediately followed by more meaningless latin gibberish. 

“te amo, mi amor,” roman says sleepily, pulling logan a little closer as he falls asleep again.

(soft domestic fbi!logince gives me life and so does roman and virgil’s friendship) 

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Are You Kidding Me

Ok, so I know literally no one follows me and no one is going to see this but I need to rant. I recently stumbled upon a community on Tumblr who believe thin people have privilege and people who are overweight are oppressed.

         Now, I’m all for body positivity, you should feel good about who you are but this group of people takes it too far. They complain about “thin privilege” where thin people are treated better and have easier lives and have power over overweight people. It’s true that some people are treated horribly for being fat but if you have to buy another plane ticket to fit yourself then that is because of your actions.

         There are studies that show that almost all obesity is caused by overeating, not “diseases” like so many people on this site claim they have. They make it worse when they target other groups of people and yell at them for things that they may not be able to change. ( I saw a post of a lady saying escalators and elevators were made for fat people and anyone else should pay a fine. In this post, she demeans people with actual disabilities who need wheelchairs or crutches.)

           They claim that no matter who you are if you're skinny you're biased, they make fun of eating disorders which are VERY SERIOUS topics and incredibly awful afflictions, I’ve gone through one and it was one of the worst times of my life.

          They also are constantly preaching body positivity, which is great! It’s wonderful to love yourself but it’s not ok to support and encourage people who have an unhealthy lifestyle most overweight people have. Sorry for the rant, the 0 people who read it. I just needed to get it out of my system.

Roman: [walking around shirtless]

Virgil: Nobody wants to see that!

Patton: [not looking up from his phone] Logan does

Logan: [blushes]

I put way too much effort into this and I really have no clue what’s going on with my style But Here.

An idea: Logan sitting in the morning sunlight, probably drinking coffee, looking ethereal and gorgeous and the other’s all stopping dead in their tracks when entering the room as if they’re just realising how pretty Logan actually is.

fhshdhshr boyf riends 36 for the angst prompts would be,,, güd

36 - “Another nightmare?”

When Michael was little, he had the worst nightmares. He would wake up, drenched in sweat and shaking before padding upstairs and to his moms’ room to climb into bed with them.

He remembered one time, when he was nine, waking up from a particularly bad nightmare. He was shaking so hard he couldn’t stand at first. Tendrils of the dream clung to the edges of his mind, leaving him petrified. By the time he had woken up enough to be lucid, he barely had the time and energy to stumble up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom before throwing up all over the gray tile.

His mother took him to a doctor after that.

The doctor had explained that the night-terrors were completely normal for a child of his age. Despite the reassurance, his mother had pressed the issue, and Michael got his first prescription for a sleep aid.

The pills weren’t a magic cure. Michael still had awful nightmares after that. Ones that he didn’t remember, ones that made him scream, and quiet ones that left him shaking in his bed, too afraid of being a burden to get up and wake his moms.

The first time Michael had a disruptive nightmare around Jeremy, they were eleven. Michael woke up with a shout, and there was a loud thump as Jeremy fell off of the bed.

Michael was shaking too hard to see straight, let alone ask if Jeremy was okay. Jeremy climbed back onto the bed in almost no time, a concerned look on his face.

“Michael? Are you okay…?”

Michael could only shake his head in response. He could still feel the sheer terror of the dream, whatever it had been, and he didn’t trust himself to speak.

Jeremy didn’t have time to get anymore from Michael, because then the door to the basement opened, and his moms were downstairs, worried looks much like Jeremy’s on their faces.

Michael would have felt guilty if he was more awake.

The next thing Michael remembered was sitting at the kitchen bar, wrapped in a worn quilt with a warm mug of hot cocoa in his hands. When he turned and saw Jeremy sitting beside him, bleary eyed and confused, Michael felt fear begin to grow in the pit of his stomach once again. Jeremy would make fun of him for this. He would think that Michael was such a baby for still having nightmares that made him cry. Michael stared into his mug, trying not to start tearing up again.

Michael zoned out as his moms sat down to explain Michael’s condition to Jeremy. Michael swirled the cocoa around in his mug, waiting for the end of the best friendship he had ever had.

What Michael did not expect was to be wrapped up in a big hug as soon as his mom’s had explained. Michael was shocked, unable to move as Jeremy squeezed him tightly.

“I’m sorry you have nightmares, Micah.”

Michael felt his heart tighten with his overflowing love for his best friend.

———

As Michael grew older, the nightmares became less and less frequent, and the ones that he did have thankfully didn’t cause him to wake up screaming anymore.

Somehow, Jeremy still always knew. Michael didn’t know how. Maybe it was some sort of best friend intuition, or maybe Michael just looked like shit after a nightmare night. But no matter how hard he tried to hide it, the morning after Jeremy would take one look at Michael and give him a sort of sad smile and spend the whole day being overly positive.

If Jeremy was staying over on a bad night, no matter how quiet Michael was, Jeremy would always wake up and distract him after a nightmare. It was like he had some sort of Michael alarm that alerted him of bad dreams.

He would take hold of Michael’s hand, offer to go make hot chocolate, talk about new video games coming out soon, or just sit in silence and rub Michael’s back.

As ashamed as he was for needing that sort of help, Michael couldn’t help but soak up the caring attention.

Michael found himself enjoying that time with Jeremy more and more as the years passed. It wasn’t that he didn’t love every second that he spent with Jeremy. He did. But those moments, when Jeremy looked at him with nothing but concern and care in his eyes and there was a warm and comforting hand in Michael’s…. those moments were special to Michael. He couldn’t quite identify why until he was fifteen.

The boys had just started their sophomore year of high school. Jeremy had invited Michael over to stay the night on the first Friday night of the school year, as per their tradition.

Michael had been doing better. He’d only been getting one nightmare a month, and he’d stopped taking his sleep aids because of it. He had been doing well.

Which meant, of course, that he woke up in a cold sweat, shaking that very night. He had barely been up for two minutes, gasping for air and trying to muffle his whimpers when Jeremy stirred next to him.

“Another nightmare..?”

Maybe Michael was too shaken to be thinking properly, but right then, it sounded like Jeremy was so sick and tired of him that a part of Michael’s heart died. He whimpered again, turning away from his best friend.

Jeremy propped himself up on his elbow, worry taking over his features. “Micah…? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Michael shook his head silently.

“Okay..” Jeremy reached out and gently took Michael’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Well, I’m here.”

It took a few more minutes of deep breathing exercises and Jeremy rubbing slow circles on the back of Michael’s hand to get him to calm down. Jeremy didn’t speak again until Michael’s breath had evened and they were both laying down again.

“Can I ask what it was?” His voice was soft. He wasn’t pressuring at all, and Michael loved him for that.

Holy shit, Michael Mell loved Jeremy Heere.

Michael must have gasped audibly, because Jeremy’s concern only grew. “Michael?”

And suddenly, Michael could remember the nightmare. It was like a flash of lightning in his mind. The pain, the loss, the sense of hopelessness and worthlessness came rushing back to him. He was in love with Jeremy, and Jeremy would never love him back. Jeremy was too good for him. He’d leave him, and Michael would be completely alone. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, gasping and crying and completely alone, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

Despite his wishes, Michael could feel the tears welling up in his eyes once again. Jeremy’s eyes widened, and suddenly Michael was engulfed in a warm hug, much like the one he’d been given those four years ago when Jeremy first found out about his chronic nightmares.

Michael let himself be comforted, listening to the steady beat of Jeremy’s heart as he rubbed his back slowly.

“Please don’t leave me.” It came out of Michael’s mouth unbidden. He bit his lip harshly, praying that somehow Jeremy didn’t hear him. He didn’t need any more of a reason to see Michael as weak.

Instead of laughing or brushing it off, Jeremy held Michael tighter.

“I would never.”