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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.”
Don’t act like pidge is not the favorite
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
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.
"i'd rather die" , logince or prinxiety? - tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors
imma do some logince cause i haven’t written them yet!
pairings: logince
49: “i’d rather die” (tw: blood, injury mention, death mention) (fbi!au)
“i won’t ask you again,” the woman drawls. she lounges atop the abandoned bar, the picture of elegance and grace. the gun dangles from one index finger, glinting silver in the low light.
logan spits a mouthful of blood onto the concrete floor. his nose is bleeding, and he’s glad he isn’t gagged because his nose is blocked and he’s sure he would have suffocated if his mouth was blocked. he’s starting to lose feeling in his hands and feet from the tightness of the duct tape.
“i am not required to tell you anything,” he says, voice level and steady. “and i’d rather die than surrender my team members.” rather die than surrender roman, he doesn’t say.
“you’re not going to leave this building alive, agent,” she purrs. “you’re going to die here, by my hand, and i will go down in history as the woman who beat the fbi’s own agent logan wallace.” logan hates the way his name sounds on her tongue.
there’s a massive crash, and the woman jumps off the bar, gun pointed square at his forehead. three agents come into the bar, and logan breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn’t see roman among them.
the standoff is tense, lasts a few heart-breaking minutes, and logan thinks he’s going to die. but the woman is cocky and sure, and the second her gun lowers from his forehead the window behind her shatters and she collapses to the ground with a bullet through her skull.
one of the lead agents severs the duct tape and logan stands, rubbing his wrists. one of them passes him a cell phone, and when he presses it to his ear he hears virgil, frantic. “logan! did you find him? is he alright?”
“hello, virgil,” logan sighs, and it’s good to hear his older brother’s voice.
“lo! are you alright? what did they do to you?”
“other than briefly cutting off circulation to my extremities, minor blood loss, and several bruises, i am alright, virgil.”
“make sure patton checks you out, okay, lo?”
logan smiles. “of course, virgil.”
“i’m glad you’re safe,” virgil sighs. “my fingers were shaking on the keyboard, i - i couldn’t shake the feeling that i wasn’t typing fast enough, i wasn’t looking hard enough, i wasn’t -”
“you were enough, virgil,” logan soothes. “you were enough.”
“the batcave better be the first fucking place you go when you get back here,” virgil threatens.
“i promise.”
virgil hangs up, and logan heads outside, a little unsteady but largely unharmed. he sits on the sidewalk and lets patton check him out, trying not to look at the bloodstains he leaves on patton’s blue scrubs.
the blood is cleared in no time, and patton is just finishing attaching gauze to the cut on his forehead when he sees roman walking towards them, gaze flicking around frantically. his sniper rifle is propped against his shoulder, but when he sees patton and logan, he passes it to one of the other agents and sprints.
he drops to his knees in front of logan, pressing his hands to logan’s cheeks and taking a deep breath. “oh, thank god you’re alive,” he whispers. “i wanted to be on the ground, i wanted to go in there and get you myself, but they needed a sniper and -”
“ - and you are the best shot the academy has ever seen,” logan finishes. roman laughs.
“logan wallace, i never thought i’d see the day you complimented my riflework.” he leans in and kisses logan, gently, and for once, logan doesn’t push him off in the name of pda.
(I’VE BEEN BINGING CRIMINAL MINDS CAN YOU TELL)
(I REALLY REALLY WANT TO WRITE MORE OF THIS AU NOW I JUST WANT BADASS FBI AGENT LOGINCE BOYFRIENDS FT. MED WORKER PATTON AND TECH ANALYST VIRGIL SO LOOK OUT FOR THAT SOON I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ILYSM)
Okay so I watch this show called My Kitchen Rules, don’t judge me, it’s great. But basically what happens is you have several pairs/couples competing against each other; they have to cook meals, complete challenges, face sudden death, y'know, typical cooking show stuff… but with pairs. So, while watching one couple yell wildly at each other as whatever they were cooking caught fire, I began thinking about the Sides in this mess.
- Patton cooks from the heart, improvising as he goes a lot of the time. He doesn’t really have recipes, more traditions that have been lovingly drilled into him
-Decent cook, but is amazing with desserts, as they are his favourite. He’s really good at making the flavours work together, though sometimes he overloads on sugar and makes the dish unbalanced
-Even when everything is going wrong he still can make light of the situation, joking and being positive. Even when going to sudden death he seems cheery, even though on the inside he’s disappointed in himself.
-Literally everyone loves him, even the judges. One of the audiences favourites for sure.
-Logan is very by the book. He does not like to improvise, it gets him stressed
-Very good with time management, nothing is ever rushed.
-Is very skilled chef though sometimes lacks artistic ability to make the dish look nice.
-If something goes wrong there is either full blown screaming or he’s calm, collected, and works through the problem
-Looks perpetually done or entirely focused, there is no in between. Unless he wins something, then he smiles a bit and thanks the judges.
-He probably doesn’t want to be on this show and doesn’t see the point in it.
-Very good at plating and making things look lovely
-His dishes sound entirely random at first but somehow he manages to make it work and no one really understands how
-Some people love him, some people hate him
-Whenever there’s a challenge of serving food to a crowd of random people who then vote for the best dish, Roman’s charisma means EVERYONE wants to try his food. Even if the foods not great he’ll probably get a vote, especially if it’s a parent/child voting. Roman’s great with kids
-Actually works better in sudden death because he gets to prepare a whole meal and he likes linking all the courses together
-Can get a bit “extra-passionate” sometimes
-Doesn’t say much to other contestants, even in their little interview bit all he really does is make sarcastic comments
- His sarcasm does mean he ends up being a fan favourite
-A lot like Logan with his cooking style
-He’s a bit uncomfortable with the large amount of cameras shoved in his face
-Just shrugs if he’s sent to sudden death-he understands, he gets it-internally is freaking out because it’s too much pressure
-Strangely good at the challenges
I’ve only done a couple of my personal favourites, please feel free to add more
-Logan is driven up the wall with Patton’s constant puns, but it is very endearing to watch. He sometimes joins if everything is going well
-When something goes wrong, Patton can see Logan getting worked up, so he takes over whatever Logan is doing to let him breathe for a second. Logan’s able to think everything through and quickly solve whatever happened
-Patton can be INFURIATING. He keeps adding things randomly and going against the recipes and it drives Logan insane, Patton just laughs at him.
-Always makes sure Patton is alright if they go to sudden death
-When they win something Patton gets very excited and that’s when Logan fully lights up and hugs him and everyone dies because, they’re an unlikely couple but also perfect?
-Virgil is done with your shit Roman. Stop being a diva and just do your thing
-We all know Roman is extra but he amps it up with Virgil just to annoy him. Remember Virgil making sarcastic comments? They are almost always directed at Princey
-Sometimes some contestants are a bit flirty around Roman (it happens quite a bit on this show) and Roman is Roman so he loves the attention, but he also loves how protective it makes Virgil, it’s cute. He does make sure he’s actually alright of course
-If you thought Logan was bad when Patton spontaneously adds stuff, you should see Virgil when Roman practically sCRAPS THE RECIPE! He is not happy, Roman will never give in though
-Things don’t usually go to wrong in terms of cooking skill, but when they do, they go WRONG. There’s fire, burning, and a lot of yelling. Strangely if this happens, it just makes both of them more competitive, like they’re trying to prove something to the other and they end up with their best dish
-Despite the arguments, taunts and occasionally screaming, both take good care of each other, knowing how crushing failure is
-Now this is a force to be reckoned with
-There is almost always constant bickering, arguing, yelling, fire, destruction. Honestly they nearly burned down the entire HQ once
-Despite this they have such a strong connection and NEVER put out a bad dish
-They have the time management, even through Roman’s antics Logan has got everything planned out. He argues with Roman recklessness just for the sake of arguing at this point, he’s already providing Princey with all he needs.
-They have the skill and technique down. They have the creativity and sophistication nailed. It’s actually a wonder how the kitchen ends up such a mess
-They work the best in their own madness and chaos, if you looked at the plate you would never guess that a camera man nearly got burnt to death while filming it get made
-No one understands how these two manage it
-At judging of every round, Roman will always stand with his arm around Logan’s shoulders and Logan will always lean into him. They’re like different people.
-Honestly what more can I say than pure
-It’s literally the fluffiest thing. If Virgil messes up Patton is so kind and loving and reassuring and Virgil can just breathe and think through how to fix it
-If Patton messes up, Virgil just pauses for a second, and asks Patton of _____ will work? Which of course, it does
-If Virgil makes a sarcastic comment then Patton will scold him for it and it’s hilarious
-Virgil also manages to balance out Patton’s dishes really well, so dessert doesn’t end up too sweet. They make flawless desserts
Logan: I hate you with every inch of my being.
Roman: [looks down at Logan] That’s not a lot of inches.
Logan: [tackles him down]
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.
if ur sad do not fear friend i am sending puppies to help u
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