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Enemies to lovers

A Tumblr Made Me Do It fic

Pairing: Wolverine/ Logan Howlett x gn reader, Deadpool/Wade Wilson x gn reader (platonic?)

Description: Wade is determined to make a real life enemies to lovers fanfic between his roommate and you.

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⚠️Warnings⚠️

Wade being God's perfect idiot, italics are 4th wall breaks, fluff, language, Implied smut, maybe some angst.

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You sit in the laundry room in the basement of your building scrolling your phone when two men enter. One is gruff, a defeated look on his face ready to turn into a scowl at a moments notice, the other is talking circles around the guy .

"And that's why we're basically like Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. I bet Paradox would agree."

"You know, half the time I have no fucking clue what you're on about Wilson."

"Well Peanut, if you'd spend more time listening to what I have to say, maybe-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there bub, you know damn well that after 20 minutes of non stop talking, my brain tunes you out. Maybe it's brain death, maybe it's-"

"Maybelline!" The man you now know as Wilson sings

"No. You know what, you can do all the laundry yourself. I think you've drained my social battery completely, and it's 9am."

"I'm proud of you for emotionally regulating and telling me how you feel!" He turns to you pointing a thumb over his shoulder as the other man leaves, a serious look shading his pepperoni speckled features "He's a social outcast, but we're working on it."

You raise your eyebrows and nod to him with tightened lips.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of your underwear, extending them out to you, "Here, I found these in his room."

Your face turns to disgust just as the buzz of the timer on the dryer goes off. You don't make further eye contact as you grab your underwear and hastily gather your clothes.

"Bye!" He wiggles his fingers at you.

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A week later you're at a Superbowl party one of the other residents is hosting, you sit on the couch beer in hand as you laugh at the commercials. You feel the couch sink beside you when Peanut sits down, unable to hide your look of disgust you immediately vacate your spot to stand with a friend.

"Save me." You whisper keeping an eye on Peanut. "He's a fucking creep." His face turns to a scowl, he can't hear you right?

Your gaze shifts and you see Wilson on the other side of the room seemingly talking to a wall. You can't hear what he's saying, but he's very animated. What a weird god damn couple.

At some point in the evening you learn their names are actually Wade and Logan.

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"Operation enemies to lovers is on track, phase one is complete. Phase two: nurture the hatred."

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Eight months pass and in this time there's an ever building tension. A scowl, an insult muttered under your breath, rumors. Incident after incident inspiring further hatred in one another manages to take place in this time.

It all finally comes to a head when Logan is walking up the stairs with Wade and his laundry in tow and you are on the way down with yours. His shoulder collides with yours, sending your dirty clothes tumbling down and scattering across the steps.

"What the fuck is your problem?" An exasperated scream streams from your mouth directly at the massive man.

"My problem? You're the fucking problem here!" His retort is sharp.

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Phase two complete. All going according to plan, now to give them something they can bond over. Phase three is a go.

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"No, it's me! Hi, I'm the problem, it's me! I have spent months getting you to hate each other!" He mimics the most stereotypical evil villain laugh as he holds his hands out, palms up with his fingers bent to resemble claws. "You guys literally did nothing to each other and now you have a common goal probably."

"Murder?" You and Logan say in unison.

You look to him before a cackle erupts from your throat, "Sorry, I can't do this anymore Logan" You turn and jump into his arms with a smile and plant a sloppy kiss on his lips.

"No. No, no, no. This isn't how it's supposed to go!" Wade yells, "It's supposed to be a slow burn, you have to build a relationship based on your new found commonalities. We need plot development, sexual tension! We need a Honda Odyssey!"

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I bet you're wondering how you got here... Well, me....I'll take you back to the beginning. After-

Whoa, hold on a god damn second buttercup. First you fuck up my fanfic, now you're breaking the fourth wall? Not gonna lie, I'm kinda pumped that someone else can talk to their audience, cause boy it it lonely, but this is my thing right n-

Do you ever fucking shut up? Do you wanna see the flashback or are you just gonna keep running your mouth? Don't test me, Logan and I are great at keeping secrets. You'd never know what happened.

Okay! Shit...proceed.

A few days after the Superbowl party Logan and I ran into each other.

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You stand in line at the coffee shop just down the street, staring down at your phone when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turn and see Logan there, immediately turning back to avoid him, scooting forward to get further away from him.

"Hey," he taps you on the shoulder, "don't I know you from somewhere?"

"What? No!"

"Yeah!" He moves until he's in your sight again, "You're the one that thinks I'm creepy." His face is unreadable.

"Okay, yeah. It is creepy to steal someone's underwear though."

"Ah, I knew it- wait, what?"

"Wade found my underwear in your room. He gave em back to me. So maybe stop being a creep and leave me alone, thanks." You move forward as the line shifts.

"Whoa," he holds his hands up in surrender, "I didn't do anything, I swear! That idiot is probably up to something."

"Look, it's fine, leave me alone and I'll forget it ever happened. Really. Just don't steal my shit again."

"Next!"

You place your order trying to ignore Logan's closeness, when you've finished and are about to get your total Logan adds his order and hands over enough cash for both.

"Least I can do. I'm sorry about my friend."

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The following day you are sitting on the fire escape, people watching, when you hear a familiar voice.

"It's called an enemies to lovers trope. The name really says it all. I just have to intervene here and there, give back stolen underwear and say they're from him, start some rumors. Get em to really hate each other. Then, I'll reveal my devious plot and they'll have no choice but to join forces and turn against me. Through the power of working towards a common goal over time they'll fall in love and I'll have the perfect fanfic."

"I thought you said we couldn't build a snowman you lying motherfucker. I'm outta here." You hear the other voice trail off in a string of curses.

You sit there dumbfounded, Logan wasn't lying. His idiot roommate was plotting...a fanfic?

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The following week you are in the laundry room again and Logan appears, "oh, sorry. I'll come back later." He turns to leave.

"Wait!" He faces you again with a puzzled expression, "I heard Wade talking the other day from the fire escape. You were right. He's up to something." You relay the conversation and have to stop yourself from laughing as Logan's eyes roll so hard you think they might disappear into his skull.

"I have an idea though." The mischief is clear in your eyes, "I say we play along, then when the time comes, we ruin the end of the story. Do something totally different than what he's going for."

Logan smiles, something you haven't seen before, it's disarming how gorgeous it is. "Oh, that's perfect, he'll fucking hate that." He laughs and your stomach flutters a bit. Now that you're really seeing him, you want to get to know the real him.

"We should meet up often, make plans on how we're gonna do this." You say, hoping you're not too obvious.

"I know the perfect place."

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The library is small, the only few tables occupied by studying youth. you and Logan find a spot in the deserted self help corner and sit on the floor across from one another, backs leaning up against the shelves.

"So," He whispers with a smile, "what's the plan?"

"We play along. He's obviously gonna try desperately to make us hate each other, so we go along with it."

The two of you whisper back and forth for a while about different ways you can pretend to hate each other and things you could do. After a time the conversation turns.

"You're pretty new to the building right?" His eyes meet yours across the isle.

"Yeah, I moved in last month. Not the worst so far." You shrug your shoulders and he chuckles.

"You from around here?"

"No, I needed a change of scenery. My friend lives in the building and told me about an opening. Took a chance to get away from my hometown. You?"

"No," a bit of pain briefly crosses his features, quick enough that you almost miss it. "Wade brought me here, gave me a home when I didn't really have one."

"Oh, I wouldn't have expected that..." You trail off.

"Yeah, he's a batshit crazy motor mouth, but he's a good friend. Mostly."

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Every week you and Logan meet at the library, occupying the same spot across from each other, briefly go over plans before managing to drift to other conversations. Sometimes it's random stories from your pasts, other times it's deeper, sometimes it's just talking about your week. You grow closer, building a friendship in this time.

"Come watch this!" You say as you hold your phone in front of you. He scoots to sit next to you, his hand brushing yours as you hand him an ear bud. He leans into you slightly as you watch a video of Deadpool Fails. He's revealed his and Wades abilities long before this and you know he'll love watching the man fail over and over.

He tries his best to keep quiet, but one clip in particular causes a snort laugh to erupt from him and you quickly slap your hand over his mouth as you giggle yourself.

"You're gonna get us kicked out!" He continues to laugh, his face going red, it's infectious and you're sent into a fit of laughter until you're grabbing your stomach.

A shadow suddenly eclipses the two of you and when your eyes raise to see the librarian, you quiet immediately. A slap to Logan's arm jolts him out of his laughter and he finally looks up to the stern woman

"Sorry." You mumble with a look of shame.

"Don't let it happen again." For some reason this sends you into another fit of laughter and Logan follows suit. You're kicked out of the library and find yourselves sitting on a bench until the laughter dies down.

"Sorry sweetheart. Guess we'll have to find a new place to meet." He says with a chuckle. Your heart leaps a bit at the nickname, you've certainly developed a crush on him over the last five months since this all started, but you've done your best to keep it in check.

Blush rises in your cheeks and you look away, "Guess so. I uh...gotta get home, text me if you can think of another place!" You give a quick smile without meeting his eyes before you rush away.

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Logan: found a place, I'll send the address, 7pm tomorrow. Wear something nice.

Me: What? Why?

Logan: Trust me, it's a place he'd never go near. It's ducking perfect.

Logan: ducking

Logan: DUCKING

Logan: Damn it. F U C K I N G.

Me: 😂

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You take your time getting yourself ready, you look damn good and you know it. You arrive at the address and find a cozy restaurant, Somewhere between a diner and fine dining. Candles on every table, soft lighting, wine being poured, definitely not what you expected from Logan. As you scan the place you see him, he stands and smiles with a shy wave.

You've never seen him dressed like this, slacks, white buttondown with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, top two buttons undone. You pause for a moment until you realize you're staring and move towards him sheepishly.

"You look amazing." He says with a soft smile and a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"You look awfully handsome yourself."

He pulls your chair out for you and as soon as you sit he starts to speak. "I hope this is okay. If it's too weird we can find somewhere else-"

"No, this is nice. Is this..." You trail off trying to find a tactful way to figure out what's going on here. "Is this a date?"

His eyes widen and his cheeks flush, "Well, I...uh," he rubs the back of his neck. "I just thought you deserved something nice. Do you... want it to be a date?"

You waver a bit, unsure what will happen if you answer truthfully, so you take caution with your approach, "I wouldn't mind if it was, but only if that's what you want."

He smiles brightly, "Yeah Sweetheart, that's what I want."

The conversation flows freely as it always does with him, you don't talk about Wade or his crazy shit, you don't talk about your plans, you just talk about your own lives. The conversation is deeper than those you've had before, you're getting to know each other on a more intimate level, opening up. Before you know it the restaurant is empty with the exception of the wait staff.

"I don't want this to end," you say unintentionally quiet in your confession, "not yet."

He cups your face in his hand and brushes his thumb over your cheek, searching your eyes. "It doesn't have to."

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A bench on a rooftop overlooking the nighttime city skyline beckons you as you emerge from the stairwell. You sit close to Logan deep in thought, watching the city pass beneath you. A chill runs down your spine and he opens his arms up, offering his warmth. You lean into his side deeply inhaling his musky scent as he rests his arm over your shoulder.

"Whacha thinking about?" He breaks the comfortable silence.

"Just how nice this is," you reply looking up into his eyes from where your head rests on his shoulder, "thank you."

He gives you a warm smile, "Of course." He rests his head against yours and squeezes you a bit tighter.

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The next day a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of your favorite candy is delivered to your apartment, your heart leaps as you read the note, "Thinking of you -Logan"

You swoon like the main character of a romcom walking on cloud nine after a wonderful interaction with their love interest.

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Logan: Wade's away this week on a mission... Can I come see you?

Me: I would like that 😊

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The text had come a few days later and you were overjoyed at the prospect of spending time with him without having to sneak around. A knock on the door brought you out of your daydream and you rush to open it, smiling widely.

"Come in," you gesture for him to enter, "would you like something to drink?"

"Actually," he pulls a bag from behind his back, "I brought us drinks, candy, and popcorn. I thought we could have a movie night."

"Yes! There's a new movie on Netflix I've been dying to watch!" You take him to the kitchen and prepare the popcorn and cups of ice before sitting on the couch and starting the movie.

When you sit a little further away than he'd like he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, "This okay?"

All you can manage is a nod as you snuggle into him.

You wake up with your head in his lap, he's gently stroking your hair, the screen of the TV is black, and he's scrolling through his phone.

"Hey sleepyhead." He says gently smiling down at you as he puts his phone down.

"Fuck. I missed the whole movie didn't I? I'm sorry..."

"Hey, don't worry about it... and I turned it off as soon as you fell asleep."

"How are you so fucking thoughtful and considerate?" You blurt out as you sit up.

"It's easy with you. I just...want you to be happy, always."

You stare into his eyes, the air between you crackles with the electricity of your desire. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms tightly around you, still keeping your gaze.

"Can I kiss you?"

You nod and close the distance, a tender kiss that sends waves of butterflies through you, you want to stay here forever. You wrap your arms around his neck, desperately keeping him close as though he might disappear completely if you aren't there to anchor him.

When you finally pull away he cups your face in his, "Wade is an absolute idiot, but he has made me a better man. A man who would do anything to protect the people he loves. I'm lucky to add you to that list."

"You...?"

"Yeah sweetheart, I love you." He smiles softly, "you don't have to say it back, I just wanted-"

"I love you too." You press your lips to his again, he deepens the kiss and before either of you know it you're in a frenzy. You stand and grab his hand leading him to the bedroom.

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And fade to black.

WAIT, you can't just stop before you get to the juicy stuff. You ruined my fanfic! I spent eight months on this, I demand porn with a plot! This is Tumblr, the people are gonna demand a part two at least, and when the writer inevitably gives the people what they want, I'll be there!

You haven't heard the last of user xXxBigDaddyDeadpoolxXx!

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pandapetals · 4 days

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Already Yours

professor logan howlett x professor afab!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

You and Logan's students think you should date little do they know y'all are married.

read on Ao3

part two

There was a loud knock on your classroom door, breaking the silence and immediately drawing the attention of your students. You looked up from the stack of essays you were grading and felt a small smirk tug at the corner of your lips when you saw Logan leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, with his signature scowl plastered across his face.

You weren’t the only one who noticed him. From the corner of the room, one of the students leaned toward his friend, stage-whispering, “Oooo. Professor Howlett looks pissed.”

You barely contained your eye roll. You’d heard the rumors—how the students thought Logan was some grumpy bear of a man, ready to tear into anyone who crossed him. But the truth? That was just his face and his attitude. Mostly his face, though. Still, the whole “gruff Wolverine” thing really worked for him, even if the students had no idea that beneath all that tough exterior was a man who had a soft spot for a certain English professor.

You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair as you raised an eyebrow at him. “What can I do for you, Professor Howlett?”

Logan gave you a long, slow look, his jaw tightening for effect as he ignored the stifled giggles coming from your students. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall and then back to you. “You realize it’s been twenty minutes since your class was supposed to end, right?”

You feigned surprise, glancing at the clock and then back to him. “Oh, has it? I hadn’t noticed.”

Behind you, one of the students snickered. “Bet they’re gonna fight,” a girl whispered to her friend.

“They should just kiss already.” The friend whispered back.

Logan smirked, stepping into the classroom and making a deliberate show of walking over to your desk. “You know, some of us have important subjects to teach. You’re holding up my history class.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear. “I’m sure your students have heard enough about Pride and Prejudice for one day, darlin’.”

You couldn’t stop the amused smile from spreading across your face. “Oh, right. Because nothing says riveting education like listening to you lecture about... what was it again? The Battle of Saratoga?”

Logan gave you a deadpan look. “Better than listening to you wax poetic about Mr. Darcy.”

The class was barely holding it together at this point, eyes darting between the two of you like they were watching the most interesting tennis match of their lives. They didn’t realize they were watching an argument between two professors who had been very happily married for years—and this was just your everyday banter.

You shrugged, standing from your desk and making a show of addressing the students. “Alright, everyone, class dismissed. And don’t forget your essays are due on Friday.” Your students groaned but began packing up their things.

Logan crossed his arms, watching them leave with a faint look of amusement on his face. He turned his attention back to you, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Friday? Cruel, even for you.”

“Hey, they’ve had two weeks to work on those essays. Besides,” you shot him a wink, “maybe I’ll get lucky and they’ll start shipping Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth instead of... what was it again? Wolverine and the English Professor?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth that told you he was amused. He leaned against your desk as the last of your students filed out of the room, throwing glances back at the two of you and whispering as they went. “You know they think we hate each other, right?”

You grinned, stepping closer to him once the classroom was empty. “Well, we do give them plenty of ammunition for that theory.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with that familiar, teasing glint in his eyes. “And yet, they still seem convinced we’re meant to be.”

You laughed softly, resting your hand on his chest. “I wonder what they’d think if they knew we were married.”

Logan smirked, his hand sliding to your waist. “Probably think I brainwashed you or somethin’.”

“Oh, definitely. I mean, who in their right mind would marry the ‘mean’ history professor with anger issues?”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble that always sent a shiver through you. “Guess you like a challenge.”

Your fingers trailed lightly over his chest, your heart warming at how easy and natural this was. “You’re not that much of a challenge.”

Logan chuckled, leaning down to brush a kiss against your temple, his voice softening. “Guess I’m lucky, then.”

The moment lingered, quiet and intimate, until the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door reminded you where you were. You quickly pulled back, even though no one was around, and gave him a playful push. “Go teach your class, Professor Howlett.”

Logan chuckled, adjusting his stance. “You’re gonna pay for makin’ me late,” he muttered, though his tone was far from serious.

“I’m terrified,” you deadpanned, smirking as you leaned against your desk.

As he turned to leave, one of your students poked their head back into the room, eyes wide with curiosity. “Hey, uh, Professor? Are you and Professor Howlett... like, a thing?”

You barely managed to keep a straight face. “No, no,” you said, shaking your head with a smile. “We’re just coworkers. He’s not my type.”

Logan paused in the doorway, casting a glance over his shoulder. “You’re really gonna lie to the poor kid like that?”

The student’s eyes widened as Logan threw you a wink before walking out of the classroom. “What does that mean?” the student asked, completely intrigued.

You just waved it off, chuckling to yourself as you grabbed your bag. “It means... you’ll just have to keep guessing.”

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clickoly · 2 months

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O'Knutzy Week - Day 2

Part II of Starboys, a Cubs Formula One AU

Characters by @lumosinlove, for @oknutzy-week-2024

Prompts: Changes, Racing

Links to: Part I, Ao3

Here comes Nutter Butter 🌻

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Endless weekend on a wave

FormulaNews24 @formulanews24 (1d)

Eyes on the track as we witness history in the making! Silver Racing unveils a new bold addition to Tremblay's strategy team. Meet 22 year old Leo Knut, the youngest race engineer in F1 history.

#ItalianGP #SilverRacing #LT10

"Loops!" Finn shouted. His curious eyes darted over the picture of a smiling blond man on the X For You page.

Qualifying was about to start and Finn was killing time, trying to calm his nerves before jumping into the car.

The fireproof undershirt felt suffocating, and his cherry red racing suit lay unfastened and loose around his hips, in a hopeless attempt to beat the sweltering heat.

Finn locked the phone's screen and pulled up from the desk he was leaning on, scanning the noisy garage. Remus was sitting on a stool, one leg shaking nervously on the footrest, lips pinched between long, bitten fingers. His full attention was caught between too many monitors at once.

"Loops." Finn moved closer.

Remus didn't bother to acknowledge him, he just pointed to a sheet of data on screen. "Here," he said. "You're braking too early over there, before the chicane."

"By how many–"

"Two hundredths," Remus was always one step ahead. "I've been up all night studying the numbers, Harz," he turned to him, looking resolute. "This is your only chance to get the pole."

Finn blew out a long, deep sigh. "I know it is."

"And I know you can do it."

Can I ? Finn couldn't help but wonder.

"Aw, Loops," he cooed instead. "You're gonna make me cry."

Remus just shook his head affectionately.

Starting from the front row on Sunday wouldn’t be enough. Finn wanted the pole position. But weighing down the load of an emotionally tough week were the expectations of too many people he couldn't disappoint. It was the Scuderia's home race, after all, and all eyes were on him and his teammate Kasey.

Right now, however, Finn couldn't bring himself to think about numbers, times, and strategies. Together with his team, he had discussed all the details a hundred times that morning, right after the third and final free practice session. Because Logan had set the fastest lap.

Finn knew exactly what to do and how to do it. He just wished he could escape that oppressive weight on his shoulders, the intrusive fear of failing—a bitter consequence of the events of the past week.

So he dared a topic switch, if only to avoid giving himself and his concerns away.

"Hey, where's Black?" He asked casually.

Remus eyed him suspiciously. "How should I know?"

"I understand that you want to be professional," Finn arched one of his dark red eyebrows. "You know, being friends with the enemy," he pretended to whisper. "But honestly, you two are as thick as thieves."

The veil of pink that brushed Remus' pale cheeks betrayed him. "You're the one to talk," he grumbled back, then pretended to check the time. "Green light in five, Harz. Go get ready."

"You're no fun, you know that, right?"

"Yeah? Want to trade me for your bff' s new race engineer?" Remus' grin was teasing.

"No need to get defensive," Finn scoffed indignantly. "And that's why I asked about Sirius, by the way."

"Meaning?"

"I'm curious," Finn shrugged. "I thought he might have told you something about their new acquisition."

Remus went back to the screens. "He didn't say much. Just that Knut's young and talented. But rumor has it he's a real hothead."

"Well," a familiar voice chimed into the conversation. "He sure is hot."

A sharp elbow hit Finn's waist and he found himself shoulder to shoulder with a smirking Natalie Darcy.

"What's up Loops?"

"Hey Nat," Remus laughed.

"What?" Finn asked, confused by her amused face.

"Were you blushing, O'Hara?"

"No. I... I'm," Finn stuttered. "What? I wasn't blushing."

"If you say so," she smiled smugly. "Sorry to interrupt, guys, but I need Freckle here," she gestured toward Finn with the camera in her hands. "Gotta get some shots for the qualy posts."

"Better do that in the car," Remus suggested. "Harz, radio check in two minutes."

"Copy," Finn nodded, then spun on his heels to go grab the rest of his equipment.

"We should do another close-up with the helmet on," Natalie offered as Finn stepped into the car. "Fans go crazy for those big eyes, you know?"

"Yeah?" Finn tried to act casual as Natalie nimbly captured his movements from different angles.

"Yep," she twisted the lens again with a smooth flick of her wrist. "But I prefer Kasey's."

"Of course you do," he chuckled, then finally pulled down the visor. "Wish me luck," he said louder as the engine roared to life.

Natalie patted his helmet. "You won't need it."

–

There had always been a moment before a race when Logan would simply close his eyes and breathe deeply. A peaceful silence would permeate his mind, leaving out the deafening noise of twenty rumbling engines ready to run, and the roaring crowd, ecstatic and impatient for some action. It was a much-needed release to make room for concentration and nothing else, right before the emotional rush that washed over him every time the countdown began.

That Sunday, Logan was starting from P2. To his left, perfectly positioned on the first grid slot, was Finn's car. The crimson livery shone brightly in the few rays of a timid sun. The pattern of red and yellow lines on Finn's glossy black helmet, partially hidden behind the halo, reflected the afternoon light perfectly, drawing a slightly curving 17 on top of his head.

Logan had tried to be mad about it. He'd wanted the pole, he'd put in a fantastic lap, and yet Finn had overqualified him by three hundredths of a second. He'd really meant to be upset, if only for the sake of appearances. But as soon as they'd climbed out of their cars, sweaty and out of breath, the glow that had brightened Finn's face at the crowd's loud cheers had instantly tamed Logan's furor.

On the other hand, the hint of disappointment in Leo’s voice had also been a hard pill to swallow. I’m sorry , he’d said over the radio at the end of the Q3 session, as if it had been his fault. But Leo had done a perfect job. He’d been confident and meticulous, showing his professionalism to everyone in the pit wall, and to Logan as well. He didn’t want Leo to feel guilty about that. Sharing the front row with Finn was a good starting point for a thrilling battle for the win.

Still, Logan understood his concerns and the impulsive urge to prove that he was worthy of the responsibility he’d been given, despite his young age and all the rumors that had made their way to the paddock.

Now, feet ready on the pedals and hands tight on the steering wheel, where gloved fingers brushed over the shift paddles, Logan looked out at the clear track in front of him and felt the first wave of adrenaline run down his spine.

"Mode A on," Leo’s voice came through the earbuds. "Lights out in thirty seconds."

"Let’s bring this home, Nut," Logan grinned to himself. "And tonight we're going to celebrate together."

The next second, his eyes were locked on the starting gantry, intent and alert. Somewhere near the end of the pit lane, the hand of a clock marked two o'clock, and the five lights ahead of him began to turn on in sequence.

One.

Two. Breathe.

Three. Focus.

Four.

Five.

It’s lights out and away we go here in Monza! Amazing reaction time for both men in Red, with Logan Tremblay still in between, contending the lead with O’Hara and Winter down to turn one. Here comes O’Hara first, then Tremblay, and James Potter goes to the inside, but Winter has the power to hang on to third position, as they all make their way through the first chicane.

It wasn't until Turn 3 that Leo realized he was holding his breath, caught in his dry throat. He scanned the monitor, looking for anomalies, the back of his pen clicking insistently on the full page of notes in his journal. Everything seemed fine.

The live feed showed Logan darting away from Kasey and rushing behind Finn, waiting for the best chance to overtake him.

"You all right, Knutty?"

Leo lowered one of the earpieces of his headset and faced Sirius, nodding briefly and giving him a polite smile.

"Good, you're doing great," Sirius smiled back, and once again Leo couldn't believe his luck.

How many times he'd imagined this exact moment, he couldn't say. Late, sleepless nights spent over books. Endless days of training, split between work at the factory and research for his thesis. Leaving New Orleans, his family and friends, and moving to England to fulfill his dream. It all finally made sense, because this was where he was meant to be.

He could be grateful for all the risks he'd taken, all the sacrifices he'd made. And on top of that, he'd been assigned to Logan, Silver Racing's star driver, to assist him in one of the greatest battles for the world championship ever witnessed.

Leo reached for the radio console with one hand and held the boom microphone to his mouth with the other as he spoke. "DRS is enabled," he told Logan. "Right now you're 0.4 behind."

Logan's voice came back scratchy, slightly static. "I'm trying," he panted. "He's too fast."

As a fan of the sport, Leo had followed both of them throughout their careers. Finn was an incredibly gifted driver, and Leo remembered the struggle of the past few years, trying to get the best out of a very problematic car that had allowed him only a few wins. Logan was just as skilled, born to speed through tight corners and sharp hairpins. Lucky to drive an exceptionally fast car that had rarely been beaten in recent seasons.

Watching them race against each other had always been astonishing, an emotional experience like admiring a masterpiece of art. So it shouldn't have surprised Leo to see them battling for the lead, showing off technical offensive and defensive moves that were driving the crowd crazy.

Until something unexpected happened just before the start of lap thirty-five.

"Shit, look at that," Sirius nudged him, pointing to his laptop.

Leo watched as the track map on screen slowly filled with patches of different shades of blue.

"Heavy rain expected in ten minutes," he heard Sirius tell James over the radio, before looking back at him expectantly. It was then that Leo noticed the dark clouds approaching rapidly with the increasing force of the wind.

A strategy. They needed a new, effective strategy. Quickly.

"Finn has fresh medium tires," Leo began, twiddling the pen between his long fingers as he spoke. "They're going to pit Kasey first, 'cause he won't have any grip for a full lap with washed hards."

Sirius kept humming as he followed his train of thought.

"And they might be expecting a red flag, or maybe a safety car if someone slides off the track. But if we call Logan in for inters as soon as it starts raining harder..."

"What if they don't want to wait?" Sirius said.

"We'll pit him anyway, just follow plan A. Same strategy as the leader," Leo explained. "But if we manage to get Logan in before Finn, he could easily end up leading the race."

Sirius rubbed a hand over his dark stubble, his icy grey eyes telling Leo he was thinking a mile a minute. "Okay," he breathed. "But James is coming in with him."

Leo nodded. "It's going to be chaotic, but it'll work out."

Please, I need this to work out.

At the other end of the pit lane, the mechanics rushed to grab two sets of new intermediate tires. Then they took their positions in the pit stall, helmets on, ready to spring into action.

Leo felt the smell of rain first, the strong scent that the contact with the hot asphalt released. He spun around in his chair to hold a flat palm over the canopy, where a gentle drizzle wet his hand, the intensity increasing by the second.

He locked eyes with Sirius again as they silently agreed to proceed with their plan. A single, confident nod was all he needed.

"Box, box," Leo chanted over the radio.

"What? Already?" Logan protested.

"Yes," he insisted. "Please Logan, confirm the pit stop."

Now, this is unusual. Silver is calling both of their drivers to box on this lap. That's Tremblay coming into the pits, followed by Kasey Winter and, wow, it's getting crowded out there. It's going to be a real mess with the intensity of this rain.

O’Hara stays out, and with a quick look at the data I can tell you he’s slowing down considerably to keep the car on track.

With a 2.2 second pit stop Logan Tremblay leads the way out of the pit lane, Winter and Potter on his tail. And isn't that brilliant? They're coming back right behind the nine cars being called to pit right now!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new race leader.

The whole grid held out for eighteen laps in wet conditions, and despite the downpour, Logan managed to gain a considerable advantage over the others. Finn made his comeback to second place, overtaking car after car in almost zero visibility—a true racing masterclass that had sent a thrill up Leo's spine.

But Finn couldn't reach Logan, too far away, now engaged in navigating the infamous high-speed parabola just a few meters from the checkered flag.

"Leo," Logan shouted into his ears. He could picture some kind of delirious grin on Logan's lips just from his voice.

And wasn't Leo delirious himself.

He stared, heart in his throat, as the GPS signal of Logan's car crossed the finish line. Only then did he realize what had just happened.

Leo didn't know what face he was making when Sirius clapped a strong hand on his back. His smile was euphoric, so wide it began to hurt a little in the corners. But he held himself still, enough to look composed if a camera caught him.

"Well done, Logan." He smiled into the mic. The radio message would certainly have been broadcast on tv. "A well-deserved win. You did a fantastic job today."

"I want you on the podium," was Logan's reply, a little breathless. Leo swore he could faint right then and there. "This one is yours as well."

If this was a dream, Leo didn't want to wake up, ever .

Sirius had dragged him to the cool down room to wait for the top three drivers before the podium ceremony. He'd also insisted that Leo should be the team representative to accept the trophy for their victory. And as if that wasn't enough, Leo's mind was blown the second he spotted Logan and Finn walking together to their assigned posts, soaked from head to toe—their hair a complete mess from the helmets.

"Looks like I have a new nemesis," Finn greeted him with a teasing wink.

"Oh, you better be careful out there," Leo bit back, unable to stop himself from giggling when Logan rolled his eyes—a shade of green that stood out perfectly against his black racing suit.

"Not tonight," Logan said. "Tonight we're having fun."

"Yeah?" Finn sounded surprised. “What are you up to, Tremblay?”

Logan looked mischievously between them. "You're going to find out. Hey, Bliz," he turned to Kasey, who was busy chugging a bottle of water in one go. "You with us?"

"Sorry, guys," he panted a little, then smiled. "I promised a date to a fancy Italian restaurant."

"And you? What do you say?" Logan playfully shoved Leo. As if he could ever say no to something like that.

"Sounds fun." He crossed his arms over his chest, a mocking grin on his lips. "But wherever we're going, I am driving."

"No way," Finn and Logan chorused back, and a carefree laugh broke out of Leo's chest. He felt blissful.

And maybe it wasn't, but this all felt like a crazy dream.

#o'knutzy week 2024 #o'knutzy #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #lumosinlove

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jakeperalta · 1 year

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hi everyone! it's creator appreciation time!! one day i will get back to consistently making these posts each week, but until then here's another big long list of creations that i've particularly loved recently 💚 everything mentioned here and in previous posts can be found in my creator shoutout tag for easier scrolling!

1. the hunger games katniss/peeta "sweet nothing" gifset by @bi-alinaoretsev

2. the hunger games katniss/peeta "as the world caves in" gifset by @smblmn

3. 911 eddie diaz gifset by @azrphales

4. 911 buck/eddie gifset by @eddie-diaz-911

5. 911 buck/eddie gifset by @captain-hen

6. 911 evan buckley gifset by @buck-eddie

7. 911 evan buckley + text posts gifset by @azrphales

8. 911 x "speak now" gifset by @eddiediaaz

9. taylor swift "august" gifset by @cametotheshowinsd

10. taylor swift "august" gifset by @usergif

11. taylor swift eras tour posters graphic by @bybdolan

12. taylor swift 1989 tv redesign graphic by @wastlandsbaby

13. taylor swift lover album concept graphic by @ssafeandsound

14. taylor swift lover gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

15. marvel steve/peggy + paddington au by @margaretacarter

16. the martian gifset by @dailyflicks

17. sabrina carpenter albums gifset by @sabrinauniverse

pt 2 (this is just the red white & royal blue section lol)

18. rwrb alex/henry book excerpts gifset by @swearphil

19. rwrb henry fox "what was i made for" video by @djdangerlove

20. rwrb alex/henry "king of my heart" gifset by @captain-hen

21. rwrb alex/henry quote gifset by @lemon-lyman

22. rwrb alex/henry quote gifset by @roseapothecary

23. rwrb alex/henry "miss americana & the heartbreak prince" gifset by @simon-eriksson

24. rwrb alex/henry "illicit affairs" gifset by @captain-hen

25. rwrb alex/henry quote gifset by @sheisraging

26. rwrb alex/henry "paper rings" gifset by @eddiediaaz

27. rwrb rainbow gifset by @chrissiewatts

28. rwrb alex/henry "the great war" gifset by @eddiediaaz

29. rwrb alex/henry "peace" gifset by @captain-hen

30. rwrb alex/henry book quotes gifset by @rachelsennott

31. rwrb vibrant gifset by @rainbowgifs

pt 3

32. gilmore girls rory/logan x "speak now" gifset by @lavenderhazed

33. the wilds 1x01 gifset by @lady-arryn

34. emma 2020 gifset by @h-f-k

35. emma 1996 gifset by @lady-arryn

36. halsey iichliwp gifset by @h-f-k

37. la la land poster graphic by @cellphonehippie

38. mamma mia sam/donna + "folklore" gifset by @andtosaturn

39. pride and prejudice darcy/elizabeth graphic by @laylakeating

40. fleabag fleabag/priest "hard feelings" gifset by @henwilsons

41. maisie peters "you signed up for this" graphic by @imkindatheman

42. sex education aimee/maeve gifset by @meliorn

#cso #csopost #sorry it's so long again but i hope people will take a moment to look through the list <3

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marvelrarepairbingo · 3 months

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Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Summer Round Up

Hey everyone! It's summer time and the season's just heating up and so are we with these great submissions that have come our way in this Part One round up for our 3rd round bingo. Things are getting close to winding up as we head into a 4th round near the end of the summer, so stay tuned for more from us about that in the future. For now, however, enjoy these hot new works under the cut from our participants. They promise to a scorcher in the summer sun!

Title: Advantages Author: Annie Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: B2 “Last minute addition to the group.” Pairing: Fandom: Marvel, The Gifted. Ship: Lorna Dane & Clarice Fong (Friends) Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: New member. Summary: Lorna wasn’t happy with the new addition until she saw the advantages. Word Count: 100 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/747277984321454080/mrpr3-b2 https://www.wattpad.com/1429253849-marvel-rare-pairing-round-3-advantages https://archiveofourown.org/works/54987691

Title: Experiment. Author: Annie Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: B3 “Sleep deprivation.” Pairing: Fandom: Marvel, Captain America, X-men. Ship: Brock Rumlow & Logan Howlett (Coworkers). Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Sleep deprivation, the Winter Soldier. Summary: Brock and Logan work on an experiment. Word Count: 530 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/749180522147856384/experiment https://www.wattpad.com/1429253668-marvel-rare-pairing-round-3-experiment https://archiveofourown.org/works/55474507

Title: Saving the Captain. Author: Annie Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: B4 “Tattoos.” Pairing: Fandom: Marvel, Captain America. Ship: Steve Rogers (Captain HYDRA) & Sinthea Schmidt (Coworkers). Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Mention of revenge, attempt of brainwashing. Summary: Sin saves Steve from S.H.I.E.L.D. Word Count: 527 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/749361732004249600/saving-the-captain https://www.wattpad.com/1429253732-marvel-rare-pairing-round-3-saving-the-captain https://archiveofourown.org/works/55552264

Title: Tunnel. Author: Annie Card #: MRP-066 Pairing: Fandom: Marvel, X-men. Ship: Ororo Munroe X Logan Howlett. Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Mention claustrophobia. Summary: Logan helps Ororo. Word Count: 523 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/749814711410999296/tunnel https://www.wattpad.com/1429253787-marvel-rare-pairing-round-3-tunnel https://archiveofourown.org/works/55722085

Title: Escape. Author: Annie Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: I1 “Atonement.” Pairing: Fandom: Marvel, Captain America. Ship: Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow. Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Thoughts of betrayal, The Winter Soldier. Summary: Brock has a plan. Word Count: 565 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/749995912226603008/escape https://www.wattpad.com/1429255068-marvel-rare-pairing-round-3-escape https://archiveofourown.org/works/55745773

Title: Getting Ready - Chapter 1: Oh, crab, Mr. Pie! Author: MuffinEngineer86 Card #: MRP-058 Square 05 - Odd Couple Pairing: Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow, Brock Rumlow & Jack Rollins, Darcy Lewis & Scott Lang Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: wigs, costume, mermaid swimming, water tank, lost bet, dare, Summary: “Or a certain someone's number.” Jack hid the comment behind a laugh. Brock had been dieting the last couple of days to look his best in the costume they had to wear after Brock lost a bet with a certain bespectacled astrophysicist. He still didn’t know why he was included in their bet—at least, it wasn’t illegal this time. Warnings/Triggers/ Major Tags: swearing, language Word Count: 1113 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55865374/chapters/141851593

Title: Getting Held Up - Chapter 2: Oh, crab, Mr. Pie! Author: MuffinEngineer86 Card #: MRP-058 Square Filled: Square: I5 - Bodyguards Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow, Brock Rumlow & Jack Rollins, Darcy Lewis & Scott Lang Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: wigs, costume, mermaid swimming, water tank, lost bet, dare, men kissing but for sharing air, nearly drowning, pulled underwater Summary: Mr. Pie made a great entry. It grabbed Brock. Jack and Darcy were doing their best to free him. Word Count: 821 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55865374/chapters/142294804

Title: The Tempting Cookie Jar Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: Free Space Pairing: Clint Barton/Laura Barton Rating: T Summary: Clint Barton finds a little cookie thief in his kitchen. A slice of life into what could have been if Clint and Laura hadn't been Agents of SHIELD. Word Count: 1436 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56325601

Title: New Moon Ch1Author: Jimothy Card #: MRP-041 Square Filled: Pairing: Steve/Peggy Rating: Major Tags/Warnings: Summary: Word Count: Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/752229254993936384/new-moon-chapter-one-solas?source=share

Title: Forbidden Confessions Author: Aleysia Card #: MRP-093 Square Filled: I4 Pairing: Loki/Hermione Granger/Cygnus Black Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: Summary: Cygnus Black confessed to his mates. No Warnings Apply Word Count: 1407 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56317273

Title: Skipping Work Author: TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: N5 - Skipping Work Pairing: Bruce Banner/Quentin Back Rating: G Warnings: N/A Summary: Quentin would much prefer to sleep in. Word Count: 100 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56403475 Title: Sweet Treat Author: ABrighterDarkness Card: MRP-065 Square FIlled - Free Pairing: Steve Rogers/Thor Rating: G Warnings; N/A Summary: Fluffy date out Word count: 0 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/alwaysabrighterdarkness/753946019430105088/steverogersbingo-square-c2-hand?source=share

Title: Not the Guy You're Taking Home (Chapter 5) Author: Faustess Card #: MRP- MRP-099 Square Filled: B3 - Reunion Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Jessica Jones, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Brock Rumlow Rating: Teen+ Major Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Human Disaster Jessica Jones, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Protective Jessica Jones, Bucky Barnes Remembers Summary: Chapter 5 Summary: Jessica has an ethical dilemma on her hands and hates the government. It's a Tuesday. What else is new? Word Count: n/a Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52797493/chapters/144987340

Title: A Bit of Clarification Please Author: Turtles Card #: MRP-051 Square Filled: Free space Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Jane Foster/Bucky Barnes/Brock Brock Rating: G Major Tags/Warnings: accidental marriage, group marriage, polyamory, alien wedding ceremony Summary: The 'newlyweds' seek clarification on the ceremony they've just participated in. Word Count: 1192 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56854813/chapters/145017187#workskin

Title: Picnic. Author: Annie Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: Marvel Rare Mini Event Spring Fling 2024. SFW Spring Fling Bingo Card #3. Pairing: Fandom: Marvel, Runaways. Ship: Tina Minoru X Robert Minoru (Love). Rating: T Major Tags/Warnings: Mention of Jonah. Summary: Robert and Tina always talk about important decisions on a picnic. Word Count: 237 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/748999335752122368/picnic https://www.wattpad.com/1440830957-marvel-rare-pair-mini-events-picnic https://archiveofourown.org/works/55474063

Title: Wildflowers. Author: Annie Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: Square: 2 “Wildflowers.” Pairing: Fandom: Marvel, Captain America. Ship: Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt (Love). Rating: T Major Tags/Warnings: Mention of mission. Summary: Brock and Sin are looking for a special kind of flower. Word Count: 250 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/749633509352718336/wildflowers https://www.wattpad.com/1440967742-marvel-rare-pair-mini-events-wildflowers https://archiveofourown.org/works/55552582

Title: Early Spring RainstormAuthor: Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: Spring Fling NSFW Card #2 (all squares) Getting Drunk Pairing: Bucky Barnes/John Walker/Sam Wilson Rating: M Major Tags/Warnings: n/aSummary: Bucky’s eyes narrow minutely, his lips pressing down to a tight, thin, pale line, clearly getting pissy about Sam not listening to him - but there’s something else about him, something off, Sam just can’t put his finger on what. Word Count: 1.9k Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56317657

Title: The Call Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: I4: Phone Sex Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Phone Sex, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Bucky Barnes Has Nightmares, Light Dom/sub, Flirting, Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cuddling & Snuggling Summary: When Bucky wakes up after a nightmare to a phone call from Tony, he's not sure what to expect, but when a wrong number turns into a steamy conversation it appears that maybe Bucky and Tony can bring something a bit more satisfying to each other's lives beyond the naughty connection they've made through conversation. Word Count: 10804 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55436629#main

Title: UntitledAuthor: ABrighterDarkness Card #: MRP-065 Square Filled: Listening to Music (Together) Pairing: Thor/Steve Rating: Gen Major Tags/Warnings: n/aSummary: Discovery is better when shared. Word Count: Link: https://www.tumblr.com/alwaysabrighterdarkness/748962290635849728/marvelrarepairbingo-square-i2-listening-to?source=share

Title: must love snakes Author: Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: Celebrity AU Pairing: Peter Quill/Thor Rating: T Major Tags/Warnings: Mentions of past attempted murder Summary: actor Thor x veterinarian Peter Quill human/no powers au Word Count: 607 words Link: https://www.tumblr.com/xenomorphic-warrior/752112441733824512/marvel-rare-pair-bingo-round-3-square-b1?source=share

Title: Coddling The Injured (Dating Trouble: The Flying Wand: Chapter 2) Author: MuffinEngineer86 Card #: MRP-058 Square Filled: O2 - Taking Care of Someone Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: E Major Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No Power AU, language, farmhand!Steve, farmhand! Bucky, handjob, Hitachi Wand, bleeding, sex dream, wound, Sam must never find out, sexy nurse uniform, Nurse!Steve, Nurse!Darcy, Patient!Bucky Summary: “You know I threw the wand!” Darcy asked from the doorway, smirking while playing with a lollipop. Steve’s breath hitched, and Bucky’s mouth fell open with a breathless “Wow!” Her boyfriends' reaction was priceless. Smirking, she popped the lollipop back into her mouth. Her boys did react to her new outfit exactly as she expected. Word Count: 710 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53701648/chapters/137013619 Title: A Lie That's A Rush Author: Burdenedwithpointlesspurpose Card #: MRP-034 Square Filled: Chapter 1 - G3 - Masturbation Chapter 2 - N3 - Free Chapter 3 - I2 - Dirty Talk Chapter 4 - B4 - Object Penetration Chapter 5 - B5 - Nipple Play Pairing: Clint Barton/Loki Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: All Clint had planned on was having a relaxing evening now that he was back at the Tower. He’d assumed that would end up being a few beers, some good sex and some equally good pizza afterwards. Accidentally sending his message to Loki instead of Laura though, definitely changes things. A lot of them actually since it doesn’t take long before he has a god in his bed moaning unbelievable things. Weird things that range from love declarations and making their babies to next level praise and fancy magic marriage proposals. Tags: canon divergence, good Loki, sexting and kinda PWP... that's gone nuts Word Count: current 24k with 6 chapters left so... (awkward laugh) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51971860/chapters/131424715

Title: Too weird to live, too rare to dieAuthor: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: For the @marvelrarepairbingo's Moodboard Madness, prompts: 7. Road Trip and will likely fall under 3. Mission Gone Wrong and more than likely (in fic) 8. There was only one bed. Pairing: Justin Hammer/Loki Rating: M Major Tags/Warnings: Summary: Pride Drag, raising money for May Parker's Home for Displaced Queer Youth, pulling in various heroes, villains, and those considered a little in between to perform. Word Count: Words: 34,750 Chapters: 7/7 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56972710

Title: Marvel Heroes & Villains & Those a little In Between PresentsAuthor: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: Moodboard Prompt: 3. Drag Shows Pairing: N/A Major Tags/Warnings: Summary: Pride Drag, raising money for May Parker's Home for Displaced Queer Youth, pulling in various heroes, villains, and those considered a little in between to perform.

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Shapesmith

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nick Scratch

Rosalind Walker

Theo Putnam

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose Spellman

High School Musical: the Musical the Series

Gina Porter

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Northern Attitude Ch 9

“Me too.” She breathed and he looked up at her, her pulse already fluttering under his palm. She shifted above him, moving her legs to bring her hips into better alignment with his. Mac kissed him as her weight settled onto him, making him groan into her mouth, tugging on the base of her braid again. His hands were slow, making a meal out of getting her free from her cardigan and tracing the shape of her body under her shirt. She broke away from his mouth with a gasp when he tweaked her nipples, making her back arch. Logan used the opportunity to tug her shirt over her head, throwing it without looking. She looked down at his intense face, his palms cupping her breasts, her bra tugged low. His eyes were locked on her dusky pink nipples, inches from his face. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth wrapped around one tightened bud, her palm instantly cupping the back of his head to keep him close. He groaned against her skin, the sound and vibration making her nerve endings sing. He leaned back, releasing her hard nipple with a pop and undid her bra, tugging the useless fabric from her body and throwing it in the same vague direction as the rest of her clothes. She bit her lip as his eyes stayed locked on her tits and tugged on his hair hard enough to finally break his concentration, the pale ring of blue nearly obliterated by the dilated black of his pupils.

Northern Attitude (48110 words) by Ad_nauseum Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Logan (X-Men)/Original Female Character, Jane Foster/Thor, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton Characters: Logan (X-Men), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Hank McCoy, Bruce Banner, Charles Xavier, Kurt Wagner, Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Nick Fury Additional Tags: no beta we die like women, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Needs Therapy, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Avengers Compound, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Captain America Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Protective Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Frenemies Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is not here for your shit, Human Disaster Matt Murdock, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Alcoholic OFC, Depression, Suicide Attempt, Canada Olympic Women's Hockey Team Ensemble, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Feels, Genius Tony Stark, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Sassy Steve Rogers, Logan is a Softie (X-Men), Protective Logan (X-Men), martial arts master Logan, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Original Character(s), X-Men References, Alternate Universe - X-Men Fusion, SHIP DARCY LEWIS WITH ALL THE THINGS, Therapist Sam Wilson, I'll Probably Keep Adding Tags, Medical Doctor Hank McCoy, Mental Health Issues, Logan has forgotten more about combat than you'll ever know, Logan in love is a dangerous man, hello unstoppable force, meet immovable object, Hockey, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spy Natasha Romanov, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs Series: Part 3 of The Labyrinth Song Summary: As former Olympian Mackenzie Drouin tries to navigate life as a new amputee, her freshly minted boyfriend is reluctantly drawn into another intrigue. With the Winter Solider needing intervention before being cleared for field work again, the Avengers are down not one, but multiple members. They turn to Logan for help in filling the gap - only to have things go even further off the rails when worlds collide.

#a03 fic #a03 writer #sometimes i write things #smutty things #escapism #fictional men are better #i have lost control of my life #this stupid fic kept me alive in 2023 #logan howlett #am I doing tagging right?#dialogue is my favourite #smut #smut is fun too #wolverine

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 2 months

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Her Father's Daughter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57652192 by iamgoku Being a teenager was hard, navigating a complex and diverse social and personal journey to adulthood came with enough challenges for anyone. But being a teenager as well as a former AI turned Synthezoid, an Avenger, and the daughter of Tony Stark? Friday had her plate stacked fuller than most, but is determined nevertheless to find her place in the world and finds herself collecting more family and friends along the way. AKA What if Friday was used to create Vision instead of Jarvis? Words: 2541, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Vision (Marvel), Friday (Marvel), Tony Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, May Parker (Marvel), Ben Parker (Marvel), Logan (X-Men) Relationships: Tony Stark & Vision, Friday & Tony Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) & Tony Stark, Uncle Ben Parker & Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark, Happy Hogan & Tony Stark, Happy Hogan & Vision, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Vision, Darcy Lewis & Vision, Matt Murdock & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Female Vision (Marvel), Friday!Vision, Post-Movie: Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), Teen Vision, Tony Stark Acting as Vision's Parental Figure, Vision is Tony Stark's Child, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Family Fluff, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) Lives, Fluff and Humor, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, (eventually) - Freeform, Friday is Tony's daughter, Vision/Friday learning how to be a normal teen, Well as normal as she can be being a Stark, Tony Stark is Darcy Lewis's Parent read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57652192

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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jessicawhitlys · 3 months

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i thought i'd make a little updated ships list when it comes to writing/prompts since my otp + tags pages are in desperate need of a revamp. i'm willing to write any of these ships, which i've separated into a couple of categories (and have included their corresponding otp/ship tag if you want to search my blog for inspo!). i'll try to go through and regularly update/add/shuffle around the ships as time passes/inspo strikes. thanks to @electricbluebutterflies for the inspiration!!

ships i am actively down to write whenever:

- kate/tyler | twisters [otp: chase it]

- tess/joel | the last of us [otp: mine]

- jessica/gil | prodigal son [otp: you have always been good enough]

- joyce/hopper | stranger things [otp: brings me back to old times]

- emma/ray | san andreas [otp: now we rebuild]

- athena/bobby | 9-1-1 [otp: i'm mrs bobby nash]

- dean/castiel | supernatural [otp: deancas]

- lucy/the ghoul | fallout [otp: you comin'?]

- alicent/rhaenyra | house of the dragon [otp: come with me]

ships i love and have written before/would love to again:

- effie/haymitch | hunger games [otp: loosen your corset and have a drink]

- melinda/phil | agents of shield [otp: so i lost my right hand too]

- olivia/peter | fringe [otp: you belong with me]

- rebecca/ted | ted lasso [otp: you liven up the place]

- ellie/alan | jurassic franchise [otp: alan x ellie]

- carol/daryl | the walking dead [otp: cherokee rose]

- kit/bell | the resident [otp: she's worth waiting up for]

- yelena/kate | marvel [ship: kate x yelena]

- olivia/hugh | thohh [otp: we were solid]

- elena/elijah | the vampire diaries/the originals [otp: a soul as compassionate as yours]

- river/doctor | doctor who [otp: i live for the days when i see him]

- donna/sam | mamma mia! [otp: the love you gave me]

- janet/hank | marvel [otp: do insects love?]

- sally/poseidon | pjo [otp: you will say it. and i will listen.]

- jessica/leto | dune [otp: i should have married you]

- catelyn/ned | asoiaf [otp: stone by stone]

- esme/carlisle | twilight [otp: it would always be that way with them]

- norma/alex | bates motel [otp: i always felt safe when you were here]

- darcy/loki | marvel [ship: darcy x loki]

ships i'd love to try my hand at/would love to take prompts for:

- dany/jorah | asoiaf [otp: my queen]

- lucy gray/snow | tbosas [ship: snow x lucy gray]

- hermione/harry | harry potter [otp: none of the others had noticed a thing]

- ellie/abby | the last of us [ship: ellie x abby]

- jean/logan | marvel/x-men [otp: not for them for you]

- lorraine/ed | the conjuring franchise [otp: can we do it again?]

- sharon/vince | fire country [otp: sharon x vince]

- wanda/vision | marvel [otp: i just feel you]

#blog maintenance #liz speaks #ships list

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lovelybishop · 2 years

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Character/Fandom List

(Updated February 5th, 2023)

*I DO NOT WRITE FOR CELEBRITIES.

*Strikethrough means currently not accepting requests for said character/fandom

*If you see a character that is not listed, please ask! I’m sure I write for that character, I just forgot to put it on this very long list!

*If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

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DC Extended Universe

Suicide Squad (2016) / The Suicide Squad (2021)

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man, Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, Floyd Lawton/Deadshot, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Robert Dubois/Bloodsport

Birds Of Prey

Dinah Lance/Black Canary, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Helena Bertinelli/The Huntress, Roman Sionis/Black Mask

Fear Street Trilogy

Cindy Berman, Deena Johnson, Heather Watkins. Christine “Ziggy” Berman*,Kate Schmidt, Nick Goode*, Ruby Lane, Samantha Fraser, Simon, Tommy Slater

*Please specify which actor

The Last of Us (HBO)

Joel Miller, Tess Servopoulos

The Good Place

Chidi Anagonye, Eleanor Shellstrop, Janet, Jason Mendoza, Michael, Tahani Al-Jamil

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Movies

Ajak, Alexei/The Red Gurdian, America Chavez, Bruce Banner/The Hulk, Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel, Christine Palmer, Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Darcy Lewis, Doctor Stange Variants, Drax the Destroyer, Druig, Gamora, Gilgamesh, Hela, Hope van Dyne/The Wasp, Ikaris, James “Bucky” Barnes/The Winter Soldier, James “Rhodey” Rhodes/War Machine, Jane Foster, Jimmy Woo, Katy, Kingo, Lady Sif, Loki, Makkari, Mantis, Maria Hill, May Parker, Melina, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Nebula, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker Variants, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Peter Quill/Star-Lord, Phastos, Phil Coulson, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver, Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America, Scott Lang/Ant-Man, Sersi, Shang-Chi, Sharon Carter, Sprite, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Thena, Thor, Tony Stark/Iron Man, T’Challa/Black Panther, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Valkyrie, Virginia “Pepper” Potts, Vision, Wanda Maximoff Variants, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Wong, Xialing, Yelena Belova

Disney+ Series

*This list is for characters who have not appeared in any movie (with the exception of Captain Carter.)

Agatha Harkness, Bruno Carrelli, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Joaquin Torres, Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel, Kate Bishop/Hawkeye, Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab, Madisynn King, Mallory Book, Marc Spector, Mary MacPherran/Titania, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Maya Lopez, Mobius, Monica Rambeau, Nikki Ramos, Peggy Carter/Captain Carter, Ralph Bogner/”Pietro” Maximoff, Star-Lord T’Challa, Steve Grant, Strange Supreme, Sylvie, Taweret

Agents Of Sheild Series

Melinda May, Grant Ward, Daisy “Skye” Johnson/Quake, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Lincoln Campbell, Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez, Deke Shaw

Netflix Series

*I plan on watching all Marvel Netflix Series. Though Because Matt Murdok was in No Way Home and She-Hulk, I still will write for him.

Spider-Verses

The Amazing Spider-Man

Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Into the Spider-Verse

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman, Miles Morales/Spider-Man, Olivia Octavius/Doctor Octopus, Peter B. Parker/Spider-Man

X-Men

Alex Summers/Havok, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Charles Xavier/Professor X*,Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Erik Legnsherr/Magneto*,Hank McCoy/Beast*,James “Logan” Howlett/Wolverine, Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix*,Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler*,Marie D’Ancanto/Rogue, Nathan Sumers/Cable, Neena Thurman/Domino, Ororo Monroe/Storm*,Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, Psylocke*,Raven Darkholme/Mystique*,Scott Summers/Cyclops*,Wade Wilson/Deadpool, Warren Worthington III/Angel*

*Please specify which actor.

Free Guy

Guy, Millie Ruck, Walter “Keys” McKey

The Office

Jim Halpert, Pam Beesly

Wednesday

Ajax Petropolus, Biance Barclay, Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams*,Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates. Morticia Addams*,Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe, Yoko Tanaka

*Please specify which actor.

Star Wars

Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Bix Caleen, Bo-Katan Kryze, Boba Fett, Captain Phasma, Cassian Andor, Cobb Wanth, Din Djarin/The Mandalorian, Fennec Shand, Finn, General Hux, Han Solo, Jyn Erso, Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Poe Dameron, Princess/General Leia Organa, Qi’ra, Reva Sevander/Third Sister, Rey, Rose Tico, Zorii Bliss

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Eleven Hopper, Jim Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Michael Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Will Byers

*I do not write for Billy Hargrove

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xprojectrpg · 5 months

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This Day in X-Project - May 14

Johnny Storm & Doreen Green's birthdays.

2015: Wade leaves Dori a $200.00 Visa gift card and two packages of every kind of nut available for purchase in various stores around New York City for her birthday. Operation: Big Trouble in Little Lowtown: Kevin posts to X-Force about a pair of mysterious robberies of very specific artifacts that they’re asked to look into by Christian Kane. Clint stops in at Hooligan's on the off chance that Billy might show up, and he does. Wade and Megan meet in the garage. Angel and Rachel catch up with each other in the Danger Room.

2016: At the local drive in theater Molly and Rogue eat a lot of food. Bad pickup lines, public lewdness, and shoes make for a perfect Saturday for Clarice. Meggan makes a journal entry saying goodbye to everyone on behalf of Korvus. Jean-Phillipe makes a journal entry about the American coverage of Eurovision. Endangered Species: Miles and Bobby show Rahne, Nica, and Amara around Manhattan, but their trip is stopped short; mecha-suited Rhino, Beetle, and Vulture arrive, and Spider-Man and Generation X come to the rescue; Spider-Man takes the Rhino one on one; Nica and Bobby battle the Vulture; Rahne and Amara stop the Beetle; The battle is won, but Generation X is not happy to learn who their secret ally actually is; Miles apologises to Nica and Bobby for keeping his superhero life a secret. Logan makes a journal entry about being glad he doesn’t travel often with the new TSA stuff.

2017: Kurt finds Topaz coming back from a run, and the two chat. Kitty posts about Mother’s Day. Case File: Cat Scratch Fever: Sue and Lorna go to visit Randy Bush in jail, trying to find out more about his son, then visit his mother; Quentin, Alex, and Hope A. track down Collin’s friends; Alex posts about searching Central Park for Collin. Reed and Kurt meet outside and have an illuminating conversation.

2018: Jubilee ponders nail polish colours. Topaz and Clint experiment on the ways magic interacts with technology. Natasha texts Clint about keeping an eye out for small comforts for the chapel. Johnny asks Sue about surfing possibilities. Generation X: Demon Bear: After studying the dagger from the bear incident at the school, Amanda consults with Sharon F., Topaz and Maya and the decision is made to take it to Maya’s grandfather for safekeeping.

2019:

2020:

2021:

2022: Emma is recommended to a new cosmetologist and asks that the mansion residents not speak of it again. Jean-Phillipe posts that he and his cousin will be hosting a viewing party for the Eurovision grand final. Marie-Ange announces that France scoring higher than Germany is a win for her.

2023: Darcy mentions falling into a research hole and coming out wanting to learn how to use a set of whips. Haller asks for a new mutant pickup in Boston; Quentin responds and drafts Darcy to come with him and Madin; Darcy texts Doug from the car, deeply unimpressed with her traveling companions; in Boston, the group meets Ben Russell/Shatterstar who is reluctant to come with them but ultimately agrees; Madin and Shatterstar talk powers and swords while waiting for Quentin to finish his X-Factor Investigations work in Boston. Alani texts Kyle about chicken garden plans.

#this day in xproject #xprpg #xproject #x-project #rp #rpg #plots #plot

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mthofferings · 1 year

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Nixie

See Nixie’s existing works here and here.

Preferred contact methods: Discord: nixiedeangel Tumblr: nixies-creations Tumblr: nixie-deangel

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: Happy endings, smut, kink, fluff, drabbles, Avengers team bonding, AUs, CW and Endgame fix-its, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, whump, hurt/comfort; If you’re curious, send me a message and I’ll be happy to answer!

Will not create works that contain: Civil War; Hydra!Cap; Hydra characters as main characters; Post Endgame non fix-it fics; terminal illness; scat/piss/vore/vomit/blood play; incest; major character death; rape; abuse; gender-swap; unhappy endings. Pairings: Sharon/Steve, Sharon/Steve/Bucky, Sharon/Tony, Darcy/Steve, Darcy/Steve/Bucky, Darcy/Tony, Maria Hill/Steve, Maria/Steve/Bucky, Maria/Tony

-- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1054

Will create works for the following relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - 1872, 3490, AA, EMH, MCU

Work Description: I’m offering a fic between 10k and 40k! If the bid exceeds $60, I will add an additional 1K to the fic for every or every $5 it goes up. Will not write beyond 100K. I am willing to write in canon verse, canon divergence, AUs, explicit content; I am also happy to include background pairings not listed here. I am also happy to split the word count into smaller stories as well, if the winning bidder would prefer that, instead of a singular longer story. You are welcome to contact me with questions and AU ideas to see if I am able to write them! Please know that you will have heavy input on the fic I write for you! I can begin working on this as soon as January 2024.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

-- Digital Work --

Auction ID: 2033

Will create works for the following relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - 3490, MCU Darcy Lewis/Any - MCU Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson - MCU Bruce Banner/Thor - MCU Peter Parker/Wade Wilson - TASM, X-Men movieverse Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier - X-Men movieverse Sharon Carter/Any - MCU Logan/Ororo Munroe - X-Men movieverse Maria Hill/Any - MCU Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov - MCU

Work Description: I am offering aesthetic/moodboards, 3 boards, with at least 7 images. I will include at least a 1500 word fic to accompany each board. Because of other commitments, I will be busy and not able to begin working until January 2024. I will of course be available to discuss ideas and start plotting out aesthetic/moodboard ideas until I can begin working on them. I will provide updates to my auction winner as needed. I am open to doing any Sharon Carter, Maria Hill or Darcy Lewis ship other than those in my DNWs. Apart from the ships I selected, I am open to doing others, as I have a wide variety of ships I love throughout the many sub-marvel fandoms! I also enjoy writing rare pairs and femslash, so if you are curious if I’m open to doing those for you, please contact me and we can discuss.

Ratings: Gen, Teen

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

The auction runs from October 22 (12 AM ET) to October 28 (11:59:59 PM ET). Visit marveltrumpshate.com during Auction Week to view all of our auctions and to place your bids!

#Nixie #auction: fic #auction: digital #mth 2023

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Characters I Write For ~ 2022 - 2024 ~

I will only write for these characters at the moment.

Italics = I have already made fanfics on this character if you want to read them

My Masterlist

DC/Gotham - Bane (Hardy), Bruce Wayne (Bale), Dick Grayson (Robin), Garfield Logan (Beast Boy), Jack (Heath) Joker, Jaime Reyes, Jonathan Crane (Gotham), Johnathan Crane (TDK), Kori (Starfire), Maxwell Lord, Orm Marius, Roman Sionis, Victor Stone, Victor Zsasz

Disney - Christopher Robin, Cruella de Vil, Gaston LeGume (Beauty And The Beast 2017), Jasper Badun, Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid 2023)

Kingsman - Eggsy Unwin, Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Harry Hart, Jack Daniels

Marvel/X-Men - Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Charles Xavier, Eddie/Venom, Erik Killmonger, Everett Ross, Harry Osborn (TASM), Heimdall, Helmut Zemo, Johnny Storm, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Loki Odinson (Not the Series), M'Baku, Natasha Romanoff, Otto Octavius, Peter Parker (Andrew), Peter Parker (Tobey), Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson

Star Wars/The Mandalorian - Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stranger Things - Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckey, Steve Harrington

The Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings - Bilbo Baggins, Boromir, Dwalin, Faramir, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Legolas Greenleaf, Pippin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil

Miscellaneous -

American Psycho - Patrick Bateman

Barbie - Ken (Ryan)

Beetlejuice The Musical - Beetlejuice

Doctor Who - Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor

Five Nights At Freddy's - Mike Schmidt, William Afton/Steve Raglan

Indiana Jones - Indiana Jones

John Wick - John Wick

Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm

Scooby Doo (2002) - Shaggy (Norville) Rogers

Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Johnathon Ohnn, Miguel O'Hara, Peter B. Parker, Peter Parker (Noir)

Supernatural - Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes - Coriolanus Snow, Lucy Gray, Lucky Flickerman, Sejanus Plinth, Tigris Snow

The Last Of Us - Joel Miller

The Pirates Of The Caribbean - James Norrington

The Phantom Of The Opera - Erik Destler

TRAP - Cooper Adams

Twisters - Tyler Owens, Javier Rivera

The Witcher - Geralt, Jaskier

Pride And Prejudice - Fitzwilliam Darcy

Uncharted 4 - Sam Drake, Rafe Adler

Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon

Wonka - Willy Wonka

X-Files - Fox Mulder

Celebrities - Chris Evans, Harry Styles, Justin Timberlake, Pedro Pascal, Timothee Chalamet, Tom Holland

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Requests are OPEN

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Fandoms that have gone to Fandom Heaven:

Harry Potter

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myloveforhergoeson · 1 year

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That's All She Wrote - Chapter 15

Previous chapter

Find me on wattpad and ao3!

Show: Big Time Rush

Pairing: James Diamond x Original Female Character

Chapter 15: Was I The Only One (1.15) ~ 12.5k

It had been one week since “Z-Day” as Camille and Jo had taken to calling Roxy’s break up, and the writer deemed overall that she was handling it pretty well. Especially if watching Pride and Prejudice on repeat while choking down her sixth frozen hash brown for the morning and bawling her eyes out counted as handling it pretty well.

The girls had been more than generous when it came to sharing their time with the writer, who knew full well they had many important auditions to attend, but couldn’t bring herself to finally tell them she felt fine enough to be alone until this morning. Not only were they probably sick of hearing about Dak, but they also likely wanted a space to gush about their own new relationship developments without fear it would bring Roxy into a spiraling state of sadness. More than once did Jo mention her new official status with Kendall, and more than once did Roxy try and fail to hold back her tears - wishing she still had a faithful, loyal boyfriend.

She knew choosing to end their relationship was the right thing to do, but wished it wasn’t causing her so much pain.

With Camille and Jo away, Roxy had planned to spend today in a similar movie-watching- hashbrown-eating fashion - she couldn’t get enough of Lizzie and Darcy and their stupid, perfect, amazing relationship that still worked out even though she was way out of his league - but Gustavo had called her to make sure she kept an eye on the boys for a little while. Apparently, he had a top-secret, surprise guest at Rocque Records and he didn’t want them making fools out of themselves in front of them.

It probably would have been a better use of her time if he had told her who to look out for, but he had generously granted her the last week off of work, so Roxy didn’t say anything about it before her boss hung up the phone.

As the assistant made her way down to the lobby, she spotted Big Time Rush lounging by the pool reading their respective favorite magazines: Hockey Action Magazine for Kendall, Future Doctor for Logan, HELMET for Carlos, and Pop Tiger for James. Spying an empty chair by the long-haired boy, she scooted past him and noticed he had this month's new edition of the magazine. It featured one of her current favorite singers, Jordin Sparks, but unfortunately also featured a picture of Dak in the upper right-hand corner.

What took over her, she didn’t know, but she smacked the magazine out of the boy’s hand before settling down on her chair and taking out her songbook to polish a few chords for her new song.

James scoffed, picking up the magazine once more and reading one of the blurbs on the cover. “Hey, do you guys want to know Dak Zevon’s secret to perfect toast?”

Seems like someone’s mad I never replied to his message. Roxy registered, doing her best to not reach out and wring his neck at the mention of her ex. At least it had been long enough that she didn’t tear up at just the mention of his name.

The rest of the band shot James a death glare before hissing out a chorus of “No!”

Throughout the last week, they had seen her sparingly; only a few times on the way to the second-floor ice machine and once at the vending machines in the lobby, aggressively taking her anger out on a package of Cheez-Its that wedged itself in the gap between the glass.

“It’s all in this month’s Pop Tiger.” The boy explained, waving the magazine around before Carlos snatched it out of his hands.

“What I wanna know is, we’ve been in L.A. for four months,” He began, staring into magazine Jordin’s bright eyes. “When are we gonna meet some totally cool and hot celebrity, like Jordin Sparks.”

Yeah, because the last celebrity we met was just so cool...

Biting her tongue, the assistant drew out a few music staffs as a young woman with a large blue suitcase walked up to the teens.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Mr. Bitters.”

The sound of her voice was near perfectly recognizable from the writer, who had spent a lot of time listening to the album Battlefield this past week. Roxy looked up so fast that her notebook nearly slipped out of her lap and onto the damp pool concrete at their feet.

In front of her stood Jordin Sparks, there in the flesh, asking her - and less importantly her band - for directions to the front desk. Maybe the band did hold the power of manifestation.

Big Time Rush was less than cool about this, as they all huddled in towards Carlos, holding the magazine cover up a few times to compare image and reality before ultimately confirming they were the same person. All at once, they began talking, tripping over their words and giving nonsensical statements, to which the woman was taken a bit back.

“Hi, Ms. Sparks,” Roxy greeted, pulling the pop star’s attention away from her dumb, babbling friends. “The front desk is right through those doors! And I’m Roxanne, if you need anything else.”

With a nod of her head, Jordin thanked her and made her way toward the double doors to the lobby.

So much easier talking to Jordin than…

Thankfully her thoughts were swiftly cut off as a few beats of a melody came to her, fixating itself on the first lines of her song. These days, the only good it did her to think about Dak was in terms of songwriting.

Roxy was barely able to get anything down before the band jumped up, presumably to follow the famous singer, and dragged her along - not that she was complaining. There were only so many days she could sit in her apartment watching her movies in the dark; seeing what the newest person at the Palm Woods was up to seemed like an exciting alternative.

Catching up to the star, the four boys were calling out her name over and over again in order to grab some of her precious attention. Poor Jordin was just trying to get to the elevators, signaling to the assistant she would be staying in the hotel for at least a few days. Maybe she had a new project coming up, like an album writing or recording session.

Is it possible she’s Gustavo’s special guest?

“We just wanted to say welcome to the Palm Woods!” Kendall blurted out, seemingly very ecstatic that Jordin would be sticking around for a bit. Out of the four, he was normally the one to be the least starstruck.

Carlos beamed, following with, “We’re Big Time Rush.”

“We’re recording at Rocque Records.” Bragged James, running a cool hand through his hair.

Nest in line, Roxy waved. “I’m their songwriter-assistant! And a huge fan of yours.”

“What are you doing here?” Logan finished, eager to learn what the singer was up to while in Los Angeles.

Slightly frazzled, Jordin looked between the five as she internalized their statements, “I’m recording at Rocque Records.”

Oh, my God…

***

Of course, the song Jordin had written to record with Gustavo had to be a love song. A sweet, sappy love song about being open and vulnerable and surrendering to your feelings for another person, while begging them not to rip out your heart and stop all over it. It was slow and incredibly melodic, perfect for Jordin’s soothing voice coming from the recording booth.

As Roxy sat in the control room with Gustavo, she was focused on not allowing the oddly specific lyrics to hit too close to home - even if the words put her feelings into words better than “Stuck” ever did. As each line fell smoothly out of Jordin’s lips, she prayed that it was just this first verse that would bother her.

Reaching back into the recesses of her mind to access as much information she had about Jordin Sparks allowed her to tune out the words and focus on the beautiful piano melody filling her headphones. Along with winning American Idol a few years ago, Jordin had released two full-length albums since then that had easily landed her as one of the hottest new artists on the Billboard charts. To have her recording a new song at Rocque Records was more than an honor; it was just another step in Gustavo’s path back to the big time.

Easily singing the last high note of the song, Jordin inadvertently opened a small window for Big Time Rush to reveal themselves in the back of the control room, startling their boss, in order to cheer for their new label-mate. A smattering of compliments came flying out of their mouths, praising the singer for the perfect execution of her carefully crafted song.

From the booth, Jordin cringed a bit, seeming to recoil at the praise. “Are you sure you guys like it? ‘Cause I’m not sure I’m feeling it yet.”

Immediately, the band switched up their words entirely to agree with her.

Yikes, good thing that’s not one of my songs.

Beside the assistant, Gustavo stood up to silence the boys with a wave of his hand before turning to address his guest. “Don’t worry about the song, okay? Just take a little more time with it, and give me some time to fill in the chorus and add some layers. This song is gonna be a big hit. It’s gonna be great!”

Absentmindedly, Roxy reached out and messed with a few of the buttons on the large control panel to save Jordin’s preliminary recording for the producer to listen to later as he was reworking the song. Though her headphones were nice and plush with wonderful noise-canceling abilities, she was still able to hear Gustavo yelling to the band behind her the moment he flipped off the two-way communication with the pop star.

“Dawgs, Roxanne, I got a big present for you in my office!”

There was no time wasted as the band rushed towards the other room, eager to see what Gustavo had for them.

When Roxy didn’t move, still messing with the control panel in front of her, the producer hung around for a minute, waiting for the assistant to follow her band.

“I know there isn’t anything in your office, Mr. Rocque,” Roxy said plainly, pretending to be incredibly interested in the tone and pitch sliders on the board. “Besides, you don’t need me today, I mean, you’ve already got a song-”

“It’s just a meeting to make sure everyone is on the same page. Come on.”

It wasn’t a request at this point, and the girl had nothing else to do besides follow the man to his office. On the way there, she unfortunately realized that would be the first time she would be in that room post-break up and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle it as gracefully as she had been handling everything else this past week.

As she pushed open the large black door, she hesitated for a moment as she rocked back on her heels, before she looked up to find Big Time Rush locked in Freight Train’s embrace. This was certainly a better sight than imagining her and Dak holding each other in the center of the room, gently swaying to the dulled music from the dance hall.

“Freight Train’s squeezing us!” Kendall squeaked once Gustavo entered the room behind his assistant as if that would help his situation at all.

A bit red in the face from the pressure, James looked less than pleased, “This is our big present?”

“Yes!” Gustavo confirmed, making sure to look each boy dead in the eye as he spoke. “Because I want you nowhere near Jordin Sparks!”

Once Freight Train was sure everyone got the memo, he let the band go.

Between breaths for air, Carlos cried, “What? Why?”

“Because you’re bad luck and destroy everything you touch.” Their boss deadpanned.

Logan chucked a bit, nonchalantly leaning his hand back onto the desk behind him for support. “That is so not true.”

Once a bit of weight hit the big, black desk, the wooden leg crumpled and sent everything on top crashing to the floor. Papers flew, mugs shattered, and, much to the assistant’s pleasure, the large computer monitor hit the floor particularly hard, destroying the glass screen.

From across the room where Roxy was leaning on the glass-paneled wall, she spoke up, “I’d say they’re the opposite. In fact, I think they’re my good luck charms.”

Narrowing in on his point and ignoring all that had just occurred, their boss continued. “Jordin and her team picked me to produce her new song over every producer in this town. ‘Cause word on the street is, Gustavo Rocque is back.”

Yeah, thanks to my songs! was a thought the girl chose not to vocalize.

“Now, Jordin is staying at the Palm Woods, which means, if she is by the pool, I want Bad Luck Rush to be in the lobby!” Gustavo screamed at the band, before turning to the young girl behind him. “And I want you to switch your focus to helping Jordin for the duration of her stay. Anything she wants, make it happen, and if she so much as breathes the same air as these four, I need you to call Freight Train and have the situation dealt with as I fix this song.”

***

After Roxy had gotten Jordin back to the Palm Woods, the two sat out by the pool examining the song she and Gustavo had written.

On the ride back, the singer explained to her temporary assistant her fears about being caught by the paparazzi at the hotel - since winning one of the biggest reality TV shows in the country, they had made her life a living hell. Wanting to make a good impression on her, Roxy had promised to do her best to keep her out of the public eye and since then had been on high alert.

For the last 20 minutes, Jordin had been marking up the lyric sheets with suggestions for different notes and changes to the general melody while listening to the song over and over on her MP3 player; the assistant had cracked her notebook open in hopes of making any more progress on her own song. In the last week, she hadn’t been able to get anything down after her session with James in Studio B - which was both good and bad. At the very least she hadn’t been thinking of Dak every waking moment of today.

From a quick scan for paparazzi across the pool, she noticed her band standing arms crossed inside the doorway to the lobby. It was clear they wanted to come say hi, but were respecting their boss’ wishes and staying away from the pop star.

Quickly excusing herself, Roxy popped up and made her way toward the boys, catching the tail end of their conversation.

“Bad Luck Rush?” James scoffed, peering over at Jordin, “He’s wrong!”

Logan nodded his head in agreement, “It’s more like Roxy said, we’re good luck charms.”

“In fact, the best luck Jordin could have is spending her entire day with me!” The wannabe continued, pulling out a hand mirror and comb to freshen up before the rest of the band gave him some nasty side-eye. “Uh, I mean, us!”

Sucking in a breath, the girl laughed, “Oh I could think of much better ways for her to spend her day - like songwriting with me.”

Evidently, her words startled the long-haired boy who must have been too absorbed in his primping to see her walk up, causing him to yelp and drop the mirror at her feet with a loud crash.

Wide-eyed, Roxy looked down at the destroyed glass at her feet before panning up to the band. Each member had an equally terrified look on their face as they realized the ramifications of James’ actions.

Carlos was the first to speak, “You broke a mirror… That’s seven years bad luck!”

Pulling the remains of the shattered mirror off of the carpet and ringing the comb back to his hair, James rolled his eyes, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Heads up!”

In a second, Logan grabbed Roxy’s hand and pulled her behind the large doors along with Kendall and Carlos. This left James wide open as a large beach ball coming from the pool bounced off of his head, followed by a large squirt of bright, white sunscreen from someone on a lounge chair directly onto his gray button-up. As the boy attempted to collect himself, Logan pulled the writer even farther back as a stampede of children appeared seemingly from nowhere headed directly for the pool, and by extension James. In no time he was mowed down by the kid mob.

Though it took a few seconds to collect his bearings, the singer eventually pulled himself off the ground looking a little worse for wear.

“Oh!” He cried, holding the mirror up once more to examine his form through the sharded glass, before dropping it at the ugly image in the frame and running off towards the elevators. No doubt to get cleaned up and attempt to impress Jordin later in the day.

Kendall, stepping out from behind the doors, turned to his friends. “Guys, we’re not bad luck, and don’t let Gustavo get to you. Just enjoy the day, like I’m gonna enjoy my day with Jo by the pool.”

From across the way, Jordin got up from her seat and began collecting her items.

“Ah, that’s my cue,” Roxy stated, giving a quick wave to the boys before taking off. “Stay safe! Don’t let James anywhere near Jordin!”

After they had taken in what she had said, Carlos and Logan held Kendall back and began arguing about something unintelligible by the time the assistant made her way back to Jordin.

“Anything I can help with, Ms. Sparks?” She asked, grabbing her bag off the seat beside the star.

Jordin picked her things up as well, “That’s alright, but thanks! I’m going to take a few laps around the pool to try and sort this song out.”

Beaming, Roxy nodded, “I’ll join you, then. I’m always looking for new songwriting techniques to try!”

As the pair made their way down the stretch of the pool, the assistant noticed a twitch in the planter box beside them. From among the top of the foliage, she spied something that didn’t belong: a tree hat attached to the head of Reginald Bitters, holding a sleek black camera.

What the…

Scanning the area in front of them she noticed a vivid, yellow banana peel by the side of the pool - directly in Jordin’s path. The singer was too buried in her lyric sheets to notice and with her headphones back in to listen to the song, Roxy’s attempt to call her name was futile.

Click!

Once the shutter of Bitter’s camera released, Roxy rushed forward and placed herself in Jordin’s path to stop her from stepping any closer to the banana, but in her haste miscalculated where her foot would land. Of course, in her heroic attempt to save Jordin from the paps, she would be the one to slip the moment her foot hit the peel.

Center of gravity shifting, she let out a small yelp as she helplessly began to fall backward. Anticipating a hard fall, the girl closed her eyes, tensing her body to brace for impact before someone’s hands shot around her waist to save her.

Blood from her racing heart pooled in her ears as she slowly opened her eyes, to find Kendall peering down at her, worry written across his face.

“Woah,” Roxy breathed, trying to catch her breath as she stood weightless in his arms. “I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t worry about it, it was a lucky catch.” The boy grinned, giving her some time to collect herself.

Behind them, a pair of footsteps stopped echoing on the pool deck.

“Uh, Kendall? Roxy?”

Without thinking, the girl dipped her head back to find an upside-down image of Jo burning into her retinas. The assistant felt Kendall’s hands tense the moment he registered her voice.

“Jo.” He greeted calmly, peering down at his assistant before looking back up to his girlfriend. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

Roxy watched Jo’s knuckles turn white as she gripped her beach bag. “Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re embracing my best friend.”

“It does look that way…” Roxy mumbled, watching in dismay as Jo began to walk away before she could explain what had happened.

Broken mirror, banana peel, jealous girlfriend… Maybe they are bad luck.

Once Kendall helped her back up, she gave him a fleeting statement of gratitude before running after Jordin. She, thankfully, had been able to keep her from wiping out in front of Mr. Bitters but since this scheme had failed, who knew how many more traps he could have potentially set up around the hotel. While being a bodyguard wasn’t on her list of dream jobs, for now, Roxy was content to keep the singer safe.

A few dozen laps around the pool later, Jordin was still lost in her own little world, leaving Roxy on high alert as they continued to pace - even with her aching feet. While this strategy seemed to work for Jordin, the assistant found that her hyper-awareness of their surroundings did not make for good songwriting material. The only thing she could think about as they went around and around was Jo and how much she couldn’t wait to explain what had happened earlier.

It was interesting to learn that her friend was the jealous type; that felt more like a Camille quality than anything.

Another go around allowed the acute danger-detecting sensors in her brain to spot Logan and Carlos moving around the pool like they were in a cheesy spy movie while talking into their watches like walkie-talkies. Dressed in nice black suits with a lapel pin of a four-leaf clover and dark aviators, the assistant could only assume it was some form of protest against Gustavo’s title of “Bad Luck Rush.”

The fake spy antics brought the two together at a table by the side cabanas that had been set up for what looked to be a nice, romantic lunch. Kendall stood beside them, adjusting the tablecloth - suggesting that his day at the pool with Jo was quickly turning into an apology date.

It reminded her of Dak more than she cared to admit.

Caught up in her head now, Roxy let her guard down for a moment as she tried to push the thoughts of her ex-boyfriend out of her mind. The last week had been more than enough time to get her act together and she hadn’t even gotten a good song out of it yet.

Losing my mind is all I can do, ‘til I forget about you…

Now, in front of both the pop star and the assistant was a fairly large black cat sitting down, licking one of their hind legs.

Too concerned with digging around in her bag to find her songbook and write that thought down, Roxy was unable to stop the unlucky obstacle from bothering Jordin. Thankfully, unbeknownst to her, both Logan and Carlos bolted over and picked the animal up to relocate it, cooly saying hi to the girls as they passed by.

“Hey Jordin, hi Roxy!” Carlos cooed, cradling the cat in his arms and doing his best to act very nonchalantly about it. “‘Sup!”

“Working on the song…” Both the girls mumbled, holding up their respective projects and ignoring any other interference.

Wearing a satisfied smile, Logan held his hand out, “You two go do that!”

Their speech grew fainter as the pair continued their laps, both writing more on their respective pages as more ideas began to formulate.

Maybe Jordin’s right… The writer thought. This does seem to be helping.

Roxy’s revelation was quickly forgotten as someone from behind called out her name, causing her to turn around, only to be met with a large, angry, black cat landing directly on her face.

Terrified, a scream left her lips as she dropped everything she was holding to try and pry the creature off of her. The cat, equally as terrified, thrashed around; scratching her face, digging its claws into her scalp, and tangling its limbs in her hair - causing an extreme amount of pain on the girl's part as she continued to wail in hopes someone would be able to help her.

The writer was hopeless as she tried to stumble to a chair in order to ground herself, her vision obscured by the angry creature. Entirely focused on the warm blood she could feel rolling down her cheek, her actions quickened, causing her to knock down a pool umbrella, a palm tree planter, and even send someone unexpectedly flying into the pool.

Trying to form an apology, the only sound she could make was “Mhh-orry!” as the cat continued to stick to her.

More struggling occurred, but only for a few more moments until she bumped into a chair and fell harshly down into it.

Screw it.

With as much force as she could muster, she snatched the animal around the waist and pulled, fully detaching it from her body before gingerly placing it on the pool deck. As soon as it hit the ground, it ran off, scattering between two orange planters on the other side of the pool.

Tangled hair covered her eyes, it took Roxy more time than she would have liked to gather what she could into a side part. A few places were sticky - with blood or something else, she didn’t want to know - and a few chunks detached into her fingers. Gently taking one hand, she reached up to her cheek and immediately winced. There was at the very least one visible mark left on her skin and it was taking everything she had in her not to burst into tears out of both embarrassment and shock.

Finally able to catch her bearings, she noticed a small table in front of the chair she was sitting on covered in a beautiful tablecloth and a variety of little finger foods arranged around a pastel flower bouquet. Across from her sat Kendall, mouth agape, who moved to shoo her away as fast as he could.

“Oh!” Someone called from behind her, making her cringe. The frontman wasn’t trying to be rude, he was just trying to save her from another awkward situation with Jo. Safe to say he had not succeeded.

Jo stood, arms crossed behind the writer, staring her boyfriend down. “Now you’re having a girly, romantic lunch with Roxy.”

With a sigh, the girl stood up to face her friend. Cat scratches, matted hair and all, “Do you really think I’m in a space to be going on a date right now? You just sat with me for days on end while I was sobbing and trying to come to terms with my last relationship ending. I’d never do anything to hurt you like that, Jo.”

“Seriously, It’s not what it looks like!” Kendall chimed in.

“Just because you couldn’t keep your boyfriend doesn’t mean you can steal mine!” Yelled the actress before shoving past Roxy and Kendall, back into the hotel.

All the writer could do was sit there as her jaw dropped and her eyes threatened to spill over with the tears she was desperately trying to hold back. There had been too much crying over the past seven days for her liking.

“Rox, I-”

“Save it.” She cut him off, lip beginning to tremble. “Keep an eye on Jordin, please, and just… Stay away from me.”

Forgetting she had even dropped anything, she got up and practically ran into the hotel. A few cold drops fell from her eyes, hitting the cut on her cheek and bringing a salty, stinging pain. Whatever hurt more, the physical or emotional damage, Roxy couldn’t tell as she used the heel of her palm to wipe everything away.

Typically, the staircase was a safe bet for getting onto the upper floors undetected and she had made it to the top of the second-floor stairwell before motioning to pull the door open. Since she had been just so lucky today, it shouldn’t have shocked her that as she pulled the door towards her, someone on the other side pushed it open - causing her to fall backward onto the carpeted landing.

This cannot be happening to me right now.

“What the hell is your problem?” The girl bit, pausing for a moment to register who the figure in the doorway was.

Looking back at her was James, hand still on the door handle, as pale as a ghost.

They both stared for a second before the singer broke the silence, crouching down to her level trying to comprehend what had happened to his assistant.

“Roxy…” He whispered, so gently, as a few more tears escaped her eyes. Though she should have, she didn’t stop him as he reached one hand out to cup her face and slowly swipe his thumb over her non-injured cheek. “How did you-”

Not bothering to finish his thought, the boy ran one hand down her arm to grab her hand - using it to pull her off the ground and back towards their apartments.

***

One thing no one ever talks about after a breakup is the feeling of utter worthlessness one will experience.

Over the course of the last week, it was safe to say Roxy was feeling quite worthless. Like she wasn’t good enough, or interesting enough, or pretty enough for anyone to have any sort of feelings for her. Did Camille and Jo actually want to be her friends or were they only interested in using her to get to the band? Do Gustavo and Kelly really think she’s a talented songwriter or did they just want to take a load off and use her to get rich off her music?

Is James helping me because he cares about me or is he just trying to use me like Dak did?

An unfair thought for sure, and the girl knew that, but she couldn’t escape the little voice in the back of her head telling her there was no way another human being could care for her in any capacity. Even as James was delicately holding her chin to the side and wiping away at the cut on her cheek with an alcohol wipe from the small first aid kit he had found in the bathroom, she knew logically he must be doing this out of some form of care. However, based on his naturally flirtatious disposition, and the fact he asked her out hours after she had dumped her ex, Roxy had a sinking feeling form in her chest as she burrowed back into the orange couch.

After the week I’ve had, I need someone to take care of me - even if it may send him mixed messages.

The sting of the alcohol bit at her damaged cheek, bringing her back to the present and out of her head. It had been a nasty place to live since Z-Day

“Uh,” She tried, thinking a bit of light conversation might keep her from any more selfish thoughts. “Were you going somewhere? Earlier I mean, in the stairwell.”

Pausing for a moment, James swallowed loudly before pulling his hand back completely. “No. Nowhere more important than being here.”

Wow.

“And… I’m sorry for what I said this morning at the pool. I knew it would hurt you, and I was upset about how I ruined our night at the dance-”

“You didn’t ruin it. The only person who ruined the dance was Dak.”

In fact, you made it better, was a fact she almost let slip, but was able to refrain from sharing as she followed his reach into the first aid kit. Talk about sending mixed signals.

It was hard to ignore the snort that left James’ lips as he pulled out two bandaids in their white, crinkly packages, holding them out in a ‘V’ shape. “Fuck that guy. Now, want the Incredible Hulk or Scooby-Doo to help you heal?”

Tell him, tell him, tell him!

Finally, the metaphorical angel on her shoulder made its appearance to remind her of her selfishness as she dodged his question.

“I’m sorry I ignored your messages afterward, I should’ve been clear with you. I’m not interested in seeing anyone for a little while.”

“Scooby-Doo it is.” James declared, opening the package and leaning in close to her face to place it.

Roxy thought about recoiling, but it was hard to deny the jolt that ran down her spine as the hand once holding her chin made its way down to the couch, pushing down a part of the cushion dangerously close to her thigh.

“And it’s fine,” He said, practically whispering into her ear, as the sticky substance on the back of the bandage connected with her cheek. “I’d just hate to see another douchebag break your heart.”

Only able to muster a quiet “Oh”, Roxy sank backward onto the couch as he turned away and moved to put the first aid kit back in the bathroom. Generously, he had left her a hairbrush on the coffee table to fix the number that the cat had done on her.

Mind a complete blank for the few minutes he was in there, all the girl could do was let his words echo in her head as she untangled out her locks. When her heart wasn’t racing, he could be quite easy to talk to.

Now who’s sending mixed signals?

“I’m gonna head to the park now, unless you need anything else.” The boy called from the kitchen sink, washing his hands.

Stay with me for a bit-

“Ah, I think Jordin said she was heading there. Something about a lucky wishing well? I swear I’ve been to that park a million times and I’ve never seen one... Probably a good idea for me to go with you.”

With the well not at all related to wanting to spend a bit more time with James, the pair silently left the apartment - no one bringing their previous conversation any further than what they had already discussed.

Not entirely sure how to feel about the whole exchange, at the very least Roxy left that apartment knowing for sure someone in Hollywood cared about her. She knew the rest of her friends did too, and she would soon realize once the effects of heartbreak wore off and put to ease the voice in her head telling her otherwise.

The thought to find Jo and fully explain their situation crossed her mind, but the writer wasn’t quite sure how to face her yet. Even if they were best friends, Jo’s words had cut her to her very core. To insinuate she was interested in stealing Kendall was just plain rude, especially with the additional, backstabbing comment about not even being able to keep a boyfriend.

Not like that hadn’t been the only thing she had been thinking about for the last week. Jo even knew, holding Roxy as she rocked back and forth on her bed in her blanket of stuffed animals, listening to her sob about how boring of a person she must have been to have Dak actively seek out another partner while they were dating.

Keeping him isn’t the problem, Roxy realized as she stepped out into the beautiful, grassy area behind her home. It’s just a matter of picking the right guy.

Finally, after having such a strange, bad-luck-filled first half of her day, the writer wanted nothing more than to sit on one of the park benches and bask in a bit of sun while Jordin continued to work on the song. Thank goodness, she could spy the pop star from where she and James were standing together, lost in thought as she slowly walked towards the well on their right.

She would have to ask Bitters about the well later, still swearing it had never been in the park before, but to be fair, if pop sensation Jordin Sparks asked her to build a well out back the hotel, she absolutely would too.

The monument stood about seven feet tall, covered in mossy stone and long hanging vines as if it had been a permanent figure in the park for ages, along with a weathered sign reading Wishing Well. Its beautiful stone base was decorated in small, orange flowers that almost felt dangerous to trod on in order to throw a coin down the well. There was even a small hand crank to retrieve what should have been a bucket on a string to collect water, but as the girl peered over the ledge down the hole, she realized there was nothing but dirt covering the bottom.

Instinctively reaching to her back to open the flap of her small bag and grab a coin, Roxy realized she didn’t have it with her; meaning her songbook was nowhere to be found.

Anxiously, the girl mentally retraced her earlier steps in hopes of determining its location before finding herself amidst a breakdown.

Maybe it’s in the stairwell… or had fallen off my back after that cat attacked me.

“Ugh,” The girl growled. “I hate this bad luck curse!”

Preoccupied with her thoughts, she was a bit distracted in trying to find a place to think when she noticed James drop onto the grass - hands and knees and all - as he began to comb the piles of clovers spread out along the field.

He glanced up at her from his place on the ground, “Then get down here and help me find a four-leaf clover. I’m trying to counter my mirror-breaking bad luck with good luck.”

“Mmm, I think I’ll pass. Rolling around on the grass doesn’t sound like my idea of a good time.” The writer decided, leaning against the edge of the wishing well. “Besides, I think I lost my bag. Did you see me drop it in the stairwell?”

Shaking his head, the boy went back to his search.

Behind Roxy, the soft sound of footsteps being cushioned by blades of grass let her know that Jordin had arrived.

Even though she was listening to the song through a pair of long, white earbuds, the faint tune was loud enough to be carried by the wind to the other side of the well.

Sighing, the pop star dug a coin out of her back pocket. “Okay, wishing well, I’m recording a new song today, and I need some good luck.”

Tell me about it. Roxy agreed, trying to focus on the beat of the song flooding across the well’s opening. The slow song filled her ears, if only it were a bit faster it would fit the band’s style perfectly. Maybe even a duet?

Across the field, a pair of agents dressed in black suits popped out from behind a tree, clearly spying on the two girls at the edge of the well. Logan and Carlos were still in their weird spy get-ups, talking to each other through their watches as they peered around the park. Whatever they were doing earlier had caused her more trouble than it was worth, so she silently prayed the two wouldn’t bring any more bad luck to Jordin’s - and by extension, her - day.

Tap tap tap

Sounds of a hammer striking a nail instinctively caused the girl to glance to her right, where she noticed Kendall - keeping a respectful distance between himself and his assistant - setting up a game of horseshoes a few feet away from the outdoor lounge area while James continued to look for his clover. How much more cliche could this day get; now all the band needed were repeating 7’s, some ladybugs, and a wishbone to complete whatever bad luck countermeasures they were taking.

Exchanging a few pleasantries with the boy in the grass, the assistant overheard that the frontman was setting up another date and made a mental note to avoid the right side of the field at all costs. The wannabe tried explaining his strange behavior, before realizing one of the game pieces might be good luck, lunging towards his best friend and trying to take the horseshoe from him. The pair struggled for a bit, unknowingly turning the object upside down in the middle of their tussle.

Roxy was just about to go and break up their fight, and turn the horseshoe right side up, before Jordin called out to her from the other side of the well.

“I see you’re doing better!” The beautiful woman noticed. “I was pretty concerned after your catfight.”

Letting out a light chuckle, the writer didn’t feel like explaining the fight with her best friend hurt even more, before holding a finger up to her bandaged cheek. “I got lucky, just a little scratch.”

The statement was a bit ironic, considering the cat was black, but the two thought nothing of it.

“Well,” Jordin said, reaching into the large stack of songwriting books and papers she had been cradling into her arm before pulling out a familiar black, leather-bound journal. “You dropped this when you were attacked. It looked really important so I held onto it.”

Eyes lighting up, Roxy rushed over to the singer and made a move to grab the book. “Oh, you have no idea how much that means to me! Thank-”

Ding

Something large and metallic hit the back of her neck, shocking the assistant as she felt herself begin to slip in and out of consciousness at the force. Still gripping onto the journal, she wasn’t aware of her body enough to let go as she tumbled forward, eyes closed - dropping completely into the well and accidentally taking Jordin with her.

***

A few minutes later, Roxy came back to consciousness.

Save from her monster headache dominating what felt like every square inch of her skull, as she held out her limbs for a once-over she seemed to escape with no cuts or bruises. Someone, presumably Jordin, had propped her up against the cold, stone walls of the bottom of the well and a shiver shook her body as the cool atmosphere ran through her.

“Thank goodness!” She heard Jordin squeal. “I was so worried you were seriously hurt… What even happened?”

Rubbing the back of her neck, the girl winced as her fingers ran over the spot she had been hit. “I have no idea… Something hit me in the back of the head and I just… Passed out. I’m so sorry I dragged you down here with me. Are you okay?”

Leaning forward to collect some of her scattered books and papers, the singer nodded, giving her a sheepish look. “Yeah, you kinda broke my fall.”

Roxy had no words about that, choosing instead to examine their surroundings and try and figure out a plan to get out. First, she checked her pockets, only to find she had left her phone in her missing bag - calling 911 was out of the picture. Next: the walls of the well. The smooth stones were embedded in some kind of concrete, making it impossible to get a grip or foothold out of any of the gaps. Then finally, she held her hand up to block the sun from her eyes as she peered up towards the top. The well was too deep for her to stand on Jordin’s shoulders to climb out and there was no bucket with a rope to pull themselves out with.

We are so fucked.

Putting on a brave face, the assistant turned to Jordin with a bright smile, “We’ll find a way out of here.”

That dream, however, was short-lived as the girl attempted to stand. The sudden movement of it all, combined with the aching of her joints as she slowly rose caused her knees to wobble, bringing her straight back to the floor. Her stomach churned, bile rising into her throat when she tried again placing her officially out for the count.

A moment later, a penny flew down the well, conking the assistant on the head. It took everything in her not the empty the contents of her stomach right there as she hissed out, “Ow!”

It was even beginning to hurt with every word that left her mouth.

“Guys, is that you?” Jordin called out, standing up as she tried to find which side of the well they were on based on the direction of their voices.

As she spoke louder, an echo emanated off the stone walls, driving the girl crazy as her headache worsened.

“Uh…” The sound of Kendall’s voice falling down on them felt like taking a cheese grater to her brain. “Don’t worry, you two. You can count on us! How are you doing? You good?”

Jordin threw her papers down in anger, “We’re in a well!”

Making the “phone” motion with her thumb and pinky fingers, Roxy tried to ask the pop star if she had hers on her person but weakly dropped the gesture as more echoes filled her ears. Just as much as the sound bounced off the walls, it felt like they were bouncing around her skull too.

“We have to call the fire department…” Logan said, voice not carrying since he wasn’t speaking directly into the well.

Kendall scoffed, thinking his voice was out of earshot, “We can’t call anyone, or Gustavo will find out and kill us!”

“The second I’m out of here, I’m going to kill you.” Roxy declared through gritted teeth, hoping her voice would carry enough to reach the blond.

Up top, someone shuffled around, “He’s going to think we’re bad luck.”

“Carlos!” James called, sounding incredibly irritated. “We are!”

A slap on the brick let the pair know someone was leaning over the edge of the well. “Jordin! Roxy! Everything’s fine. We’ve got a plan!”

Simply based on the panicked tone of Carlos’ voice, Roxy knew that was a load of bull. It was both a good thing and a bad thing she had gotten to know the boys well enough to tell their mood based on the way they spoke. Right now, she wished she could believe him.

A bit of incoherent mumbling came from the surface that Roxy was unable to focus on. Though she knew she should be working to find a way out with Jordin, for now, all the girl could do was pull her knees to her chest and rest her forehead there. She had been the punching bag a few too many times today and the pain was starting to take its toll on her body.

Across the well, the song lazily jumped out of the singer’s headphones allowing the girl to focus on it as her eyes fluttered open and closed.

What had I been thinking earlier? Roxy questioned, trying to recall the idea she knew she had to help Jordin fix her song. Right now, all the calm melody was succeeding at was putting her to sleep.

“Woah, woah!” Jordin started, glancing over at her trapped companion. “You need to keep those eyes open for me.”

The task felt close to impossible, but Roxy did her best to keep her eyes on something; ultimately deciding to count the number of bricks that made up the circumference of the well. When that got boring after about 30 bricks, her attention turned to the song sheets the pop star had strewn over the ground.

Gingerly, the girl leaned forward and snatched a few of the sheets and a pen Jordin had let fall as well. Perhaps by looking at the song, the assistant would be able to remember her earlier thoughts.

Riddled with notes and add-ins from Jordin, the pages were a bit complicated to read, but it was nothing compared to the girl’s mess of a notebook. Quickly adapting, she learned that the singer used similar notation and was able to somewhat understand the changes she was wanting to make to the song. Most of the chorus flowed together nicely and the subject of the song was very romantic - Roxy tried to save herself the pain of thinking of her ex - but there was something off about the individual verses themselves. They didn’t fit together as well as the chorus did.

“Hey!” Kendall called from above, startling both of the girls who eagerly looked his way. “The boys are lowering me down. We’ll get you guys tied to this rope and get you out of here in no time.”

There were a few seconds of silence before the blond let out a fearful scream, landing a few inches from where his assistant had decided to stretch her legs. At least his landing was far more graceful than hers could have been. Not only that, his arrival kicked a large amount of dust at the bottom of the dry well. The substance coated the girl’s lungs causing her to cough, another action that could be felt tenfold due to her injuries.

“Oh, hey…” The blond said nonchalantly as if his plan hadn’t just ended in horrible failure. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Jordin hit back, picking one of the music sheets off the ground and gripping it so hard her knuckles turned white. “I’ve got a song I can’t figure out…”

Roxy let out another involuntary cough, “I slipped on a banana peel and got attacked by a cat…”

“And again!” The singer took over, “We’re in a well!”

Anger radiating off Jordin in waves, the writer made sure to cover her ears as the echoes rolled off the sides of the pit.

At least now I can convince Gustavo to kill Kendall instead of me.

Another voice rang out from the entrance, “Kendall? Is that you and Roxy? And Jordin?”

The delicate voice of her best friend filled her ears, causing her to bury herself into her knees once more. She hadn’t even had a chance to discuss everything that had happened with Jo yet, and here she was again, ready to misinterpret another unfortunate accident.

The three shared a similar statement, “It’s not what it looks like!” and based on the lack of response, it was likely Jo had already left the park.

Did it ever cross her mind that we might need some help?

Trying not to think too much about her best friend’s terrible assessment of their situation, the writer turned back to the lyric sheets before a conversation between Jordin and Kendall erupted. Working on her own songs with noise in the background was already tough, but now with a fresh and new song, the task felt unachievable.

“Look, I’m sure Logan, aka the Big-Time Brain, is concocting an amazing rescue plan as we speak.”

A scream coming from someone above grew louder and louder, telling the three that Kendall’s assessment of the situation was incorrect.

3… 2… 1…

Logan landed on the bottom of the well with a thud! kicking up yet another cloud of dust in his wake. A few seconds later a tape measure clattered to the floor beside him. Now that there were more people in the well, the narrow area for landing without hurting another person was growing smaller and smaller.

Trying her best to get to her friend, Roxy was able to get a few inches closer to the center before a wave of nausea washed over her.

“What plan was that?” Hissed Kendall, pressed flat against the wall of the well, as if he was trying to make himself smaller.

Laying horizontal on the floor, Logan turned around to face the blond with a scoff. “Oh, I’m fine. Thank you.” Pausing for a moment, the singer rummaged around for the tape measure. “I was measuring the diameter of the well to fashion a crude pulley system when I slipped.”

“Don’t worry guys!” Carlos’ voice rang down, “James and I are on the case!”

“You can count on us!”

At their words, Roxy gripped the papers she was holding just a bit tighter before sighing, “We’re never getting out of here, are we?”

The boys in the well agreed: “We’re gonna be here a while.”

Above, the pair began to vocalize their plans and ideas to save their friends from their entrapment - each plan dumber than the last. Though oddly enough, it was quite inspiring to the writer as she listened in. They were dedicated to helping, despite their natural skill sets falling away from detailed plans and daring escapes.

Collaboration… She thought, reading over the lyrics once more. The entire love song, from Jordin’s perspective, was a heartfelt and open discussion about first loves and wanting to be cared for. So in her own head about fixing what she already had, the pop star had been blind to the possibilities that this song might be better suited for one - or in their case, four - more people. She just needed a different perspective.

Taking the pen and underlining the second verse and a bit of the pre-chorus, Roxy took the choppy lines and wrote BTR beside them. Another once over, this time imagining all of the singers together, Roxy quickly etched out the rest of the sheet where she thought Jordin’s lines fit the narrative of herself and where her lines fit the narrative of her lover.

“Jordin-” Roxy began, delicately picking herself off the ground and leaning against the side of the well for support. However, she was quickly cut off as Logan called something to the boys above.

“Carlos, did you just come up with an ingenious water displacement plan?”

“Uh,” Carlos sounded unsure, “Yeah!”

Song first, then tell them I’m probably not able to swim.

Trying again, the writer finally caught Jordin’s attention this time. Shuffling over to the singer, she held up the page she had marked up and quickly explained her idea pointing wildly all over the sheet. “I think your song could benefit from a little extra help from a different singer - well, singers. If you sing part of the verse here… and here… then here again, and let the boys sing… these sections here, your love solo turns into a beautiful love duet. Like, a conversation of expectations before agreeing to be in a relationship.”

At her own words, a small verse quickly popped into her head to the tune of Jordin’s song that would fill up a small bit of the instrumental break in the middle.

Anything I’m doing, I’d drop it for you

‘Cause you’re the one I’m giving my heart to

But I’ve gotta be the only one

Ouch.

Glancing over to the woman, Roxy noticed her eyes running back and forth over the page, mouthing the words to the sections the writer had designated as hers.

“Ah, I don’t know-”

“Ahhh!”

Knowing this sound well enough by now, the four in the well pressed themselves up against the brick as James crashed down to the bottom, a green hose following in his wake. Before anyone was able to move to help him up, the boy placed his hand down on the floor, taking a handful of the dirt and letting it fall through his fingers. Remaining in his hand were a small group of shiny, copper pennies.

His face lit up, “Millions of lucky pennies! I’m saved!”

Taking more handfuls and tossing them up in the air like a lucky-penny shower, James missed a distinct “Wah-hoo!” coming from the top of the well. Roxy barely had enough energy left to grab the back of his button-up to pull him back towards her before Carlos landed at the bottom.

Neither of them said anything as the dust cleared, just a nod of thanks from the wannabe.

As Carlos stood up, the rest of the band stared at him menacingly, “What did you do that for?”

“I was lonely!” The boy defended.

Silence flooded over the well as Jordin scrambled to put her papers together, handing a few more to the girl to no doubt mark up for a duet-style piece.

Logan let out an anxious chuckle, clasping both of his hands together as he glanced over at the pop star, “Well, it looks like you may not make your recording session.”

Defeated, the boys lowered themselves to sit on the dusty ground. Assistant moving to join them, she gingerly laid her head on Kendall’s shoulder as she set about fixing the lyric sheets Jordin wouldn’t get to use for the day.

“It’s okay,” The singer said, sitting down as well. “ Just when I thought we might have figured out the song, looks like I might not get to record it.”

Clearing his throat, James stated, “I didn’t think the song was bad. How did you change it?”

Beside Jordin, Roxy gathered up the sheets and distributed them out to her friends. If they examined the writing she had made on the page, hopefully they’d be able to sell the singer on the idea of a duet.

Softly counting down, the long-haired boy started from the pre-chorus, “One, two, three, four, to the five-”

“Now, Logan, can you add some background? And Kendall and Carlos, harmonies?” Roxy asked, writing down James’ part on the sheet she was holding. Though the boy’s voices were quite loud, she pushed through the pulsating pain to prove to Jordin that this song would benefit from some extra help.

Trying again, the band executed her wishes perfectly as they made their way to the end of the chorus. Their voices melded beautifully together, and the acoustics from the open space of the well aided them as the sound bounced around the group.

Making a note to add lots of reverb, Roxy waved her hands in a circular motion to encourage Jordin to jump in too.

The five sang the chorus one more time, this time deciding to end on a gorgeous high note that probably made its way to the farthest edge of the park.

By now, there was no denying that not only was their song perfect, it just needed a little extra nudge to get to the place Jordin wanted it to be.

“That’s it!” The singer cried, a grin splashing across her face. “That’s exactly how I wanted it to sound! Now you’ve got to get me out of here.”

In the middle of the well, Roxy spied the smattering of items the boys had brought down with them. How can we fit a rope, a hose, and a tape measure together?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Kendall sighed, “Well, there’s only one guy I know that can pull six people out of a well.”

***

Before the six of them knew it, they were tumbling out of the well and hitting the hard ground of Palm Wood’s Park all thanks to Freight Train’s incredible strength.

Would it kill Bitters to seed this lawn?

Admittedly, Roxy still wasn’t feeling the best, and now she had rope burn covering her palms, but anything was better than being trapped down a well.

The group expressed their thanks in a cacophony of groans and grunts as they worked to untangle themselves from one another. It was hard to tell where her limbs ended and her friends’ began.

Before they were able to properly stand, Bitters popped out from behind a tree, holding the camera Roxy had seen him with earlier before she slipped on the banana peel. “Aha! Jordin Sparks pulled out of a well, tied to five losers. I’ll be rich!’

As quickly as she could, the girl threw her arms out to try and shield the pop star before yelling, “Freight Train, the camera!”

Thankfully, the man caught her drift as he reached one gigantic hand over the lens and crushed it. Hundreds of little plastic pieces dropped to the ground before Bitters wasn’t even able to get his finger on the shutter release.

Of course, the hotel manager began to complain, but as he squared up to Freight Train it was clear he was fighting a losing battle. Like a dog with his tail between his legs, Bitters ran off in the direction of the hotel lobby.

“Hey, guys!” Freight Train greeted, before giving out an ominous warning, “Gustavo isn’t happy. He knows about the well and he has a skunk in his studio that he can’t get rid of.”

Looking around at each other, the boys began to laugh, “Gustavo can’t get rid of a skunk?”

Finally able to get up, the band helped the girls gather their belongings before following Freight Train to the parking lot of the Palm Woods where a car was waiting to take them back to Rocque Records.

The ride gave the girl a little bit of time to close her eyes and rest her body, warding off any more unwanted nausea.

Upon arrival, the band ran up the stairs, assistant in tow, as they beelined for the kitchen and janitor's closet near Studio B. Freight Train was kind enough to show Jordin the way to Studio A in the meantime.

Each boy grabbed a tool to wrangle the stinky little creature: Carlos, a can of Sexy Dog Dog Food, Kendall, a cardboard box fashioned onto a long rope, James, a large piece of cardboard, and Logan, a packing tape gun. Before making their way out to the hallway, they handed their assistant a pair of bright yellow dish gloves.

“No way I’m helping you catch a skunk.” She deadpanned, trying to hand the items back, “Knowing my bad luck I’ll just get sprayed.”

Logan waved her off before crossing his arms and leaning back-to-back on Carlos, “It’s nothing the Good Luck Patrol can’t save you from!”

“We’re pros at this, don’t worry.” Kendall jumped in to assure her. “You just need to hold the box steady so Logan can tape it down.”

Carlos twirled the can of food in his hand, “It’ll be fun, we promise!”

They must be out of their minds.

Begrudgingly, she slipped the gloves on and followed the four out into the hallway.

Towards their boss’ office, they noticed he and Kelly were pressed with their backs up against the wall - a small black and white fluffy creature at their feet. With its tail up, there was no mistaking this was an angry skunk, ready to attack the adults at a moment’s notice.

Counting backward from five, Carlos leaped into action.

Sliding down the hallway on his knees and a “Wah-hoo!” the boy opened the can of food with a satisfying crack! catching the animal’s attention. Once its head turned towards the singer, he threw the can at an angle, letting it spin out over the carpet right in front of the skunk to keep it distracted and in place.

As it moved closer to the can of food, Kendall, who had made his way to the other side of the hall, swung the box-on-a-string a few times in a circle, before sending it flying in the animal’s direction. Just as the skunk went to take a little bite of the food, it was captured under the box.

Now, it was Roxy’s time to shine. Running down the hallway, giving Carlos a high-five on the way down, she made her way to the large box of cardboard that trapped their prey. On her left, James jumped out from behind the couch with his piece of cardboard and as she held the box down so the skunk couldn’t escape, he slid his item under. Now that there was no open space, the skunk would be unable to roam freely around the studio.

Still holding it down just in case, she watched as Logan popped out from behind Kendall with his tape gun. With James folding the sides of his cardboard to fit the dimensions of the box, the other boy was able to take his tape and run it all along the edge to ensure the skunk was trapped inside. In another fluid motion, he detached the rope from the top.

Once the boys backed away, Roxy picked the box up carefully, being very mindful of the creature inside. Turning to face her boss, she pushed it into his hands as her band proudly proclaimed, “Here’s your skunk!”

There were no thanks, just shocked looks on their boss’ face as he yelled, “How did you do that?”

“We catch stuff all the time in Minnesota,” Kendall stated as though it was an obvious fact anyone would have known about them.

Carlos clapped once, jumping in, “Yeah! What did you use as bait, a lady skunk puppet?”

Laughter rang out over the floor of Rocque Records, from the assistant, her band, and her bosses. The latter laughed just a bit too long, suggesting Carlos’ comment may not have been all that far-fetched.

“Enough!” Their boss cried once he caught wind the teens were laughing at him and not with him. “Let’s hit the studio, it’s time for Jordin to record her song.”

As their boss said, everyone piled into Studio A, ready for what the rest of their day would bring.

The band naturally formed a straight line, while the other adults and Roxy stood to the side, which Gustavo used to pace back and forth between them as he gave out his orders.

When Kendall had made the phone call to Freight Train earlier, Roxy had learned the boys were the ones who caused her to fall into the well. As she had reached to take her songbook from Jordin, they had all been arguing over a metal horseshoe from the game Kendall had been setting up. It had slipped out of their hands, flying through the air in just the right manner to hit the writer in the back of the head and send her tumbling down the well.

Their actions had been horrible and caused her a lot of pain, but more than anything she was happy it lead them down a path where they were able to work out Jordin’s song. She had forgiven them, but now it was up to their boss to see whatever disciplinary action he would like to take.

“Now, in light of recent skunky events, I have decided not to kill you.

The band loudly breathed a sigh of relief.

“However, you blatantly disregarded my orders to stay away from Jordin Sparks and proved once again you are Bad Luck Rush.”

“Mr. Rocque!” Roxy called from the other side of the studio, a slight shake in her voice as she stood up to the producer. “I think I’m the bad luck charm. In the span of a few hours, I slipped on a banana peel, I got attacked by a black cat, and I was the first one to fall down the well. If you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me.”

Gustavo turned back to face her, face growing red.

“No, no!” Jordin said from beside her, holding her arms out in defense. “Roxy and the boys are good luck!”

At the statement, Kelly raised a brow. “They knocked you down a well.”

“Yeah, but if I hadn’t fallen down the well, we would have never figured out the song.”

Their boss blinked a few times, allowing the statement to fully resonate. “They helped you figure out the song?”

Excitedly, Jordin shook her head. “It’s not a solo, it’s a duet!”

Gustavo let out a bout of laughter at her comment, raising his voice a pitch higher in disbelief as he began to point backward toward them. “A duet? A duet with Big Time Rush? That is the most,” He paused to catch himself in front of his new client, “...Greatest idea I’ve ever had.”

Of course… No love for the writers.

At her boss’ command, the girl grabbed five microphones and set up the dance studio for an impromptu recording session. The boys were given plenty of time to learn their parts, and Gustavo had even listened to a bit of her input as he was picking different settings on the soundboard.

He quickly tracked the piano, along with the assistant on her muted acoustic guitar so the band and the pop star would be able to have a background track as they sang.

After reading Jordan’s pages over and over again in the well, Roxy had internalized the song - so much so it barely made her think of Dak anymore as she had on her first listen. As the song said, love was dangerous, a message she had unfortunately found out the hard way. But, after a day of being with friends and getting back to work, her heart hurt just a little less than it did yesterday.

I’m going to be okay, she determined as the song began playing for the five to record vocals to, reaching up to touch the plastic bandage on her cheek.

Slowly, the low R&B melody filled her headphones in the control room and she watched as the recording process began. Though she was happy to see her friends do their job, it always felt kind of awkward for them to perform a song for the first time. Mostly, the girl had taken to imagining music videos the band could make and putting them in that scenario in her head.

For this song, visions of black and white on a classic late-night talk show sound stage filled her head. Both the band and Jordin would be dressed in vintage suits and a vintage dress with the pop star taking the lead.

Quickly jotting the idea down in her songbook, she focused on that as the song quickly came to an end.

A cheer from everyone in the studio lit up the singers’ faces, letting them know they had nailed their initial take.

“Gustavo, that was awesome!” Jordin cheered, hands still gripping her microphone in excitement

Her boss nodded, taking his headphones off, “So awesome, in fact, that I’m teaming you up for one more project.”

Gathering everyone back in the studio, he clued them into why a skunk had miraculously appeared in Rocque Records. Apparently, since the ‘90s their boss had been locked in a conflict with another music producer, the owner of Hawk Records. Once Hawk had caught wind that Jordin Sparks had chosen Rocque over him, he sent the skunk in hopes it would convince her to jump ship and pick his record company instead.

Proposing a quick trip to Hawk Records, skunk included, Gustavo came up with a plan to distract Hawk long enough to place the skunk into his limousine as payback.

Hawk Records was clear on the other side of town, and it made Roxy incredibly nervous to travel with the skunk, but once they got there their plan was set into motion.

Handing the assistant her phone, Roxy quickly dialed the number Gustavo had given her.

“Hawk Records. Hawk speaking.”

“Hello, Mr. Hawk, I’m calling you from the office of Jordin Sparks. Please wait one moment while I get her on the line.”

“Jordin Sparks- as in Jordin Sparks?” The man on the other line didn’t even try and hide his excitement.

Quickly taking over the phone from the writer, Jordin said, “Yup, that’s me. You were right, Rocque Records stinks. I want to record my song with you instead.”

While the man on the other line continued to speak, she covered the speaker with her hand and made a shooting motion with her hand - meaning it was finally go time.

The moment Hawk’s silver limousine pulled up in front of the building, the band managed to open the door to the backseat and gently let the skunk go. Once outside of the box, the animal understandably ran as far away from it as possible. Now, Hawk was in for a taste of his own medicine.

When the doors to the building opened, everyone ducked behind the vehicle as they heard him call out, “Get me to Rocque Records. I beat Gustavo again! Yes!”, as he entered the limo before emitting an evil laugh.

Pulling away, the car moved a total of 30 feet before the driver slammed on the brakes. The door to the backseat was nearly knocked off its hinges as Hawk let out a guttural scream, holding his hands up to his eyes.

Guess old Skunky did the tick.

***

The following morning, the band and their assistant got up bright and early to see Jordin off before heading to work.

Once they had successfully pulled their prank and made it back to the hotel the previous night, Roxy made a beeline for Jo’s apartment - showing up with flowers and a signed copy of Jordin Sparks’ new album Battlefield before explaining everything she had seen was a product of her bad luck. Thankfully, the actress had already had some time to think about what she had said to her friend and profusely apologized for her harsh words. After seeing Roxy get cheated on, she explained it was like a switch had flipped in her brain. Any time she saw Kendall with another girl it freaked her out, but she had never meant for her friend to get caught up in it.

After a lengthy conversation, the two had finally made up. Not only that, Jo had been meaning to return the mini backpack she had found poolside when she ended up catching the pair on their “picnic”, so Roxy was finally able to reunite with her other precious belongings.

Now, the boys were standing off to the side of the hotel check-in desk talking to Jordin, who had already wrapped the writer in a bone-crushing hug.

“Good luck with your writing, I’m sure it’ll save more than me one of these days.” The singer gushed, gathering the assistant in another hug she happily returned. Hopefully, they’d cross paths again.

“Thanks, Jordin,” Roxy replied, handing her a sticky note with her phone number on it. “Call me if you’re ever in another bind - be it writing a song or stuck down a well.”

The two shared a giggle before Jordin turned to face the band, “And you guys, good luck on your album! ‘Cause I could use a really great opening act in concert.”

Reaching out, she pulled Carlos and Logan into a hug as well. Behind her back, the two did their Good Luck Patrol handshake before she moved to hug James. He, of course, ever the dramatic, needed to be physically pried off the singer by his bandmates.

“And I hope you and Jo work things out,” She said, reaching out to embrace Kendall.

He assured the singer they’d be fine, but not before Jo walked into the lobby, witnessing their sign of physical affection. With an Ahem! his girlfriend caught his attention before storming off towards the pool.

“Dude,” Roxy face palmed, “I just smoothed things over for you! Way to make it worse.”

“Wait, here!”

In an instant, Jordin had pulled a beautiful bouquet of flowers that were sitting in a vase on Bitters’s desk and pushed them into the frontman’s hands. It didn’t take long for him to run after her, assuring her the action was not what it had looked like.

A loud honk from the parking lot let Jordin know her ride had arrived, and as everyone waved goodbye they were filled with a large sense of satisfaction.

Today, a song with Jordin Sparks, tomorrow, who knows?

#thats all she wrote fic #big time rush #btr #james diamond #james maslow #kendall knight #kendall schmidt #logan mitchell #logan henderson #carlos garcia #carlos penavega

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