21 Prinxiety Or Logince?

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. 

Judge: Loki Laufeyson, what is your plea? Guilty of numerous counts of murder on your failed attempt to gain rule over Earth?

Loki: *clears throat* Mothers and fuckers of the jury-

Thor: LOKI NO

Don’t act like pidge is not the favorite

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

drained of blood, the heart is white

Chocolate milk

So in like 3rd grade, I was at lunch and this girl takes a carton of chocolate milk and shakes it vigorously for a solid 5 minutes, she then proceeds to open it and the milk explodes out and somehow hits the ceiling. As far as I know, milk shouldn’t do that, science side of tumblr explain.

Patton: Why is Roman crying on the floor?

Virgil: He's drunk

Patton: And

Virgil: He saw a picture of Logan's boyfriend

Patton: ...But he's Logan boyfriend

Virgil: I fucking know

Hey uh I haven’t posted in a hot minute, so here’s a Logince doodle featuring the boys from an au I have with @lestroodledoodles Enjoy ☆

"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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