#╰ thread ♡ logan stevens

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@ofdamnation liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: logan stevens. 24-28. aspiring actor.

he was tired of always having the same conversation. the one where logan had to talk his best friend off the ledge because they couldn't see how incredible someone else would be for them. if he had to go in circles with them one more time, he was sure he'd snap. "i honestly just don't get it." he said casually, as though there was no weight behind his words. "if i was with you, i'd treat you so much better. he's blowing it left and right but you keep going back to him."

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logan found himself drawn to anyone who wasn’t like him. people that were good, pure. at the mention of her lying once, his determination to spend time with her only grew. he wasn’t close with his parents, nor did he want to be after they stole the majority of the money he made as a child actor. although his own morals were a bit questionable, logan only wanted to spend time with people that made him better. “sure. any movie you want.” he nodded, handing the remote to willa. he stood for a moment, kneeling in front of the entertainment system to open one of the cabinet doors. “there’s also a few dvds if you want to check ‘em out. it’s mostly random ones i stole from my dad’s collection — slashers from the 90s, a few documentaries. that kind of thing.”

      her  lips  part  to  make  another  argument  as  to  why  this  was  a  bad  idea  .  the  thought  that  his  roommate  would  walk  in  and  read  it  wrong  playing  heavily  on  her  mind  .  but  ,  logan  didn't  seem  concerned  and  something  about  his  demeanor  was  beginning  to  leak  over  onto  hers  ,  making  her  relax  into  place  .  "  i  guess  ...  maybe  once  .  "  and  she  was  caught  so  ,  that  probably  wasn't  the  best  example  to  think  about  when  she  was  trying  to  remain  open  .  "  but  we  don't  have  to  talk  about  that  .  "  eyes  move  away  from  him  to  study  the  area  around  his  television  ,  searching  for  a  shift  in  subject  .  "  can  i  pick  the  movie  ?  "

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open to: anyone ! ♡ plot: linked in source ! muse: logan stevens. 25-30. aspiring actor.

"you've never smoked before?" he grinned. he wasn't judging, per se — he was just surprised. he didn't consider himself a stoner, but definitely dabbled. "can i show you? i promise it'll be fun."

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“i mean, it is legal in most states now, so it’s not even as rebellious as it used to be.” he laughed, pulling out his lighter and a joint. “it’s super easy, i promise.” he brought it to his lips, inhaled, and exhaled a few moments later. passing it over to isla. “only inhale for like, a second to start.” he advises, leaning in to watch her. “getting no smoke is better than coughing a shit ton – trust me.”

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@coqcttes liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: logan stevens. 24-28. aspiring actor.

this sucked. the second the bad idea popped into his head, the brunette knew waiting would be torture. it was her fault, though. who came to the movies in a skirt? only someone who knew logan bought tickets in the back row. he patiently waited as the movie began, hand falling to her leg. his digits delicately brushed along her thigh as his eyes remained on the screen.

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“i just want you to loosen up a little.” he shook her shoulder as if to demonstrate. reaching for the tray on the table in front of him, logan nabbed a joint and a lighter. lighting the end, he inhaled, held the smoke for a moment, and exhaled with a smile on his face. “it’s that simple.” he hit it once more before holding it out to her. “you don’t even have to do the lighter part. it just keeps burning.”

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"it's easy." logan leaned forward, snagging a joint and a lighter from the coffee table. he turned toward the other, a small smile on his face. "you just light and inhale." he demonstrated, holding in the smoke for a moment when he did. after exhaling, he passed the joint to isabella. "it should be rolling, so just inhale for a second, hold for a second, and let it out."

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logan watched her carefully, eyes following aria’s gaze as she spoke. “the appeal is that it’s fun. for me, drinking is an energetic experience. whereas with smoking, it’s chill — exactly how you want it to be.” he grinned, holding the joint to his lips for a moment before blowing smoke out. “just inhale, hold for a second, then exhale. only inhale for a second — if you do more than that, you’ll cough your lungs out. trust me.”

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logan’s digits wrapped around the blunt long enough to let out a sarcastic gasp, feigning hurt at the mention of it being for lowlives. “let your dad know that it’s not 2005 anymore, okay? it’s cool again.” he nodded at her question, taking another small hit before passing it to emma. “i promise it’s not. the worst thing that can happen is some paranoia, but i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.”

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"i've heard stories about your wild side, that's all. i guess not everyone has to smoke to be wild, though." he spoke softly as he lit the joint, inhaling the smoke before he passed it to the blonde. "it's a lot like smoking a cigarette... but with more smoke involved. inhale, hold it for a few seconds, then exhale. it's nice and easy."

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@svftlove liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source !muse: logan stevens. 24-28. aspiring actor/college student.

"group projects are the bane of my existence but that doesn't change the fact that we got paired up together. can we try to make this work?"

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logan let out an incredulous laugh as nevaeh finished speaking, eyes fixing on the silverware in front of him. “you do remember that you broke up with me, right? you can’t just take it back for a night, nevaeh.” it felt like they were in a bad rom-com, like one of the ones they’d watched when they were together. when nevaeh asked to meet, logan knew she needed something. even worse, he knew immediately that he’d say yes to any pitch she threw at him. he looked up at her, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment as he thought. “when is it? dylan’s thing.”

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Nevaeh's been quiet since she thanked them for coming to see her, fiddling with a napkin and trying to figure out where to start. “I… I still haven't told my family that we broke up,” she blurts finally, internally wincing at herself. “I just couldn't do it. Ugh. Thinking about their faces when I break the news was overwhelming and I figured I'd just tell them later on but they kept asking about you and we're having this gathering to celebrate Dylan doing well this season and they asked if I'm bringing you and well… would it be too much trouble if you came with me and pretended that everything's okay? At least for a little bit.”

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“i’ll make it as simple as i possibly can.” he promised, snagging a lighter and joint off the table in front of them. he lit the end wordlessly, taking a quick hit to get it rolling. he inhaled, held it for a moment, and exhaled with a grin spreading across his features. “all you do is inhale for like, a second or two. then hold it for a second — if you can’t, that’s okay, too. then you exhale. you might cough — in fact, you’ll probably cough. it happens. even to me.”

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logan rolled his eyes right back, a frown pulling at his features. “who exactly would see us? the only person that might catch us is my roommate. he couldn’t care less what we’re doing.” he didn’t want willa to get in trouble, but it wouldn’t hurt to live a little on the wild side. logan heard rumors about her father, ones that should steer him away from willa. yet, here he was, practically begging her to come over. “haven’t you ever lied about where you were? or had a friend cover for you?"

      "  don't  be  silly  ,  "  her  composure  splinters  long  enough  to  give  him  a  playful  roll  of  her  eyes  .  in  the  presence  of  anyone  else  ,  she'd  likely  be  chastised  for  it  ,  but  with  logan  it  seemed  as  though  she  could  get  away  with  a  little  more  .  "  it's  not  cooties  i'm  afraid  of  ,  it's  ...  what  if  someone  sees  ?  "  to  him  it  was  just  a  movie  ,  to  her  father  it  was  an  unsupervised  visit  with  the  opposite  sex  .   

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logan was an expert at two things in life — acting on impulse and running away from his feelings. one of the many reasons he didn’t tell arleigh how he felt was because the thought of losing her friendship terrified him. he wasn’t great at processing his own emotions, let alone face someone else's reaction to them. he paused as she spoke, standing in place as he peered down at the contents of his kitchen drawers. he didn’t need anything — just a reason to escape the fear that was creeping up on him. say it to her face. like it was that easy. he liked to play it cool — wait for someone else to make the first move, never act too into somebody on the off chance that he’d lose them. he let out a sigh, striding back into the living room before he could think twice. he crouched in front of the other, a hand gently grazing her knee as he repeated the words. “i could do those things for you — spoil you, show up for you. take you on stupidly expensive dates just to make you happy. you don't need to be with someone bad to get all the good stuff, leigh.”

he's totally right and she hates that he's right, maybe that's why she attempts to keep up the facade for a little longer than usual but what is she supposed to do? be alone forever? not an option for a girl like her. as she goes off on her little rant, expecting him to argue back just as much — his next words catch her completely off-guard. "what?" eyes follow across the room to meet his gaze for just a second, watching as he stands up to begin walking away after such a confession. "what do you mean—" allows him to speak because truthfully she's too stunned to. they're friends, they're good friends — probably the only guy friend that arleigh has that she can truly confide in. has it always been something more than that to him? she suddenly has so many questions. "uh, no— that's so not how this is gonna work ... you're gonna come over here and say all this directly to my face if you really mean it, logan."