Logan: *sheds A Single Solitary Tear* 

For some reason I’m kinda craving logince art recently… There just really?? isn’t??? enough of it???

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.”

Logan: I am a failure. A disappointment to my name. My dreams and ambitions have been crushed, much like my previously dwindling will to live. My existence means nothing henceforth. The universe is burdened by my presence. I await Death.

Roman: WHAT?!

Virgil: He got a 98 on his math test

Loki and Dr. Strange?

Who is the restless sleeper? Loki

Who eats cereal for dinner? Loki

Who wears odd socks? Neither

Who reads more? They both read a lot

Who prefers a bath over a shower? Loki

Who can knit? Loki

Who has the weirder laugh? They both do

Who gets more jealous? Loki

Who sleeps with a teddy bear? Loki is Stephen’s teddy bear

Who still uses internet explorer? Loki

Who is the most sentimental? Although he’d rather be stabbed than  admit it, Loki

Who can play an instrument? Stephen

Who has the worst sense of direction? Loki, but that’s only because he’s not used to Midgard (well, at least that’s his excuse)

Who cooks breakfast? Stephen

Who is the early riser? Stephen

I just wanted to share this with you.

I have this au where Roman is a dragon.

He’s this dragon that attacks this neighboring kingdom because they’ve been ‘attacking his kingdom’(meaning he’s pretty much just claimed this land as his and gets upset when people are like, hey that’s not yours’)

Basically though, he sees Logan, the king of said kingdom and just like grabs him “Your mine.” because Logan is pretty and Roman’s like oh heck I'mma marry that despite the fact Logan keeps sassing him and saying no to the vows but like, they’ll work on that.

Just like, yoink! This is mine now bye

- a very tired Miranda.

Logan is a cruel sort of beautiful. Captivating. Gorgeous. Talkative. Intelligent. He smooths his collar too many times to be considered appropriate. He laughs at jokes you know he doesn’t understand. He makes jokes and the room goes quiet but you laugh so maybe his smile will come back on.

Logan’s gorgeous when he smiles. His eyes shine and the corners of his mouth upturn into something smug, something secretive, and something cocky and delicious. You wonder, late at night, holding onto your pillows, how his smile would feel against your lips if you were to make him laugh mid-kiss.

But Logan is a cruel sort of beautiful in that he’s in another galaxy. He’s another dimension of colour- one with darker palletes, softer voices, quiet typing, and words you cannot begin to comprehend. He’s complex reasoning that goes over your head, 9-5s, and staying home to grade papers. 

God, you wish that wasn’t so alluring. The crackle of a fireplace and gentleness of podcasts floating through his parent’s living room as he taps on a keyboard, eyes fluttering closed with a sleepiness so soft and lovely, you want to bottle it up and gift it to him every Christmas. 

Logan’s the play-it-safe-but-not-unreasonably-so kind of guy. You’re the rush-into-danger-with-your-eyes-closed-and-hands-tied kind of guy. These worlds do not collide. They are separate divine forces of nature that cannot work together. 

Then it’s five in the morning, you’re awake, staring at the fireplace. Holding coffee in your hands, bringing it up to your lips to take a sip. The room’s gone cold. Logan’s laptop sits across from you, cast aside by its owner for the sake of sleep. Logan himself sleeps soundly, smushed into a pillow, glasses on the floor. 

He mumbles something in his sleep about caramel and oxymorons. Then he awakes all at once and asks what you’re doing. You tell him you cannot sleep. He grumbles something and sets aside his glasses. Then, he lays on your lap like a pillow and tells you to rest. 

Throwing your head back against the back of the couch, you curse out the universe for dropping diamonds into your lap and then telling you that you will never be worthy to touch them.

-Christmas Vacation. 

ive seen Cat!Virgil around and that’s all good and dandy, but i raise you, Cat!Logan  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Logince 4

4. “Is that my shirt?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Logan, who had been very keen on Roman not noticing the material he was holding, quirked an eyebrow as he held the garment closer to him.

“This isn’t a shirt,” Logan noted.

Roman leveled a look at Logan and smirked. “Fine,” he said, “Is that my sweatshirt?”

Logan looked down at the hoodie in his arms. It was very clearly Roman’s. If the redness of the material wasn’t a clear giveaway, then then golden crown on the breast was.

Still, though, Logan was determined to keep the hoodie in his hands. He just… felt rather embarrassed about actually telling Roman why.

Logan looked back up at Roman, who was still looking at him with that smirk and an expectant gaze. He felt himself flush and averted his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I was helping with the laundry. Patton claimed that he needed help, so I decided to-”

“Interesting,” Roman said, taking a step forward, “I believe I saw Patton finishing up laundry two days ago.”

“Well, yes, perhaps, but there was still more to do, so, if you’ll excuse me-”

However, when Logan began to attempt to sink out and go to his room and act  like none of this ever happened, Roman shook his head and just summoned him back up.

“No, no, no,” Roman said, his voice teasing. He took another step forward, now right in front of Logan. “I’m curious as to why you’re trying to escape with my sweatshirt. Is having me not enough? You need to steal my clothes, too?”

Logan frowned and looked away. “Don’t tease, Roman.”

“Teasing? Logan, I’m wounded.” Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see that Roman was beaming, obviously enjoying this. “I’m just trying to figure out why my wardrobe is being depleted. Are you growing tired of your current style? Honestly, I didn’t think you were a red guy, but I can probably help you find ties and shirts without you daringly taking from my closet-”

“No, it’s not that,” Logan interrupted. He sighed and looked down at the carpeting, holding the hoodie tighter against him. “I fear you’ll only make fun of me for the actual reason. It’s quite illogical and, really, rather stupid.”

Roman was silent for a moment before he gently tilted Logan’s head up so they were looking eye-to-eye again. The teasing smirk had left his face and was replaced by a look of concern. The softness of his gaze bored into Logan and, if Roman wasn’t having Logan look at him, he believed he would have caved under it.

Even after all this time, “softness” and “love” were still things Logan had to get used to.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman’s voice was gentle. “What is it? I’m sure it’s not stupid.”

Logan worried his bottom lip, his eyes flicking away again. “I believe it’s quite embarrassing, too.”

Roman sighed. “Logan, look at me.” When Logan finally obliged, he continued, “Whatever’s on your mind, I’m sure it isn’t illogical or stupid or embarrassing or anything else you’re going to try to convince me it is.” He flashed Logan a smile. “Now, what’s going on, darling?”

Logan huffed. “You have been going on many adventures in your realm lately,” he started, “And… and you’re usually gone for multiple days at a time. I thought that this-” he shifted the hoodie in his arms “-would help… quell any loneliness I would experience.” He rolled his eyes. “Honestly, it’s all rather embarrassing. I always know that I will see you again and I should not be taking your belongings to make myself feel more at ease when they are not mine to keep and-”

“Logan,” Roman cut in and Logan silenced himself, swallowing his nerves thickly. Roman gently traced Logan’s jaw with his thumb. “Keep the sweatshirt, okay?”

“But it’s not mine.”

“Was that going to stop you from taking it before we had this conversation?” Roman asked, smiling. Logan let out a quick laugh and shook his head. “Exactly. Keep it.”

“I-” Logan swallowed again and looked down at the garment. “Thank you, Roman.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Of course, my love,” he said, “And just know that I will always come back to you. I miss you too much to stay away for too long.”

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