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sterredem · 4 months ago

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The Tortured Poets Department

F1 grid x Driver/singer!reader

Face claim Olivia Rodrigo

Summary She’s the first female driver in a long time. But that isn’t the only thing she can do.

Warning hate, sexism, not proofread, spelling mistakes

A/N I love this. This was supposed to be apart of the four series but I will not be making that so now it is a one shot. I will not be making another part with this character, I will make a few more gifs like this type.

Also the dates and spelling in the video and the fic is also wrong because I made this a few months ago. So don’t mind that and ignore it.

Don’t forget to repost and comments. And feedback is appreciated❤️🫶

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Yourusername P1 BABYYY!!! And for that lovely podium here you get a bit of a photo dump🫶🫶 thank you for all the support!🫶❤️

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Conangray P1 baby!! Ur such a cutie

Yourusername Ur a cutie!

User1 Always knew you could do it!

User2 I just know you will be World Champion!

Porsche_f1 So proud of u!

User3 I love the difference in the pictures! With the 1st few being racing and then being silly

User4 She doesn’t deserve it!

GracieAbrams what happens with the car in the 6th picture??

Yourusername Nothing!!!!!! I promise!!!!! I am a professional racing driver!!!!

GracieAbrams Yeah…! Sure…!

Yourusername I promise! It is nothing! It was just a little accident!

GracieAbrams Oh yeah sure! @Conangray you believe this?

Conangray Oh of course! It was just an accident!

GracieAbrams YOU WHERE WITH HER?? Why didn’t you stop her?!?!

Conangray As I said nothing happened!

User5 I love how everything is car related but very subtly

User6 How is she friends with so many singers??

User7 well it is only 2 and they know each other through being famous

User6 still! Isn’t it weird? She has also interacted with bigger singers like Taylor swift, Lana del Rey and Billie eilish

User7 it is probably just because they are all successful women! And they have all been in the paddock!

User6 yeah, probably

User8 she doesn’t deserve it! A lot of other drivers did better than her!

User9 So happy to see more females in motorsports!

User10 doesn’t she look a bit of to you? In a few of the broadcasts she looked really tired and pale.

User11 it is probably just stress from the racing. And she said that she doesn’t wear make up on race day so maybe it is that too.

User12 notice how non of the other drivers comments or like her post? It is like they are ignoring her.

User13 it’s because they didn’t want to have any cheating rumours. Some of them said that in an interview

Susie_Wolff Good job Y/n! Proud of you!

Yourusername Thank you Susie! It was good to see you again!

User14 it is so sad to see how little drivers interact with her. More people have talking with Logan then with Y/n

User15 Omgg your right! I have noticed it too. It is her 2nd year and a lot of the drivers (especially the younger ones) are avoiding her or have never talked with her!

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A few months later (the last race)

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Yourusername World champion! Whohooo! Thank you so much for all the support and being with me on this journey! I had an amazing season and hope that there are many more to come! And this is only my 2nd season! Again thank you everyone for all the support and the congratulations! Love you all!

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User1 GOOD JOB Y/N!!!

User2 I WAS RIGHT!!!! Congratulations Y/!!!!

User3 Congratulations Y/n! You deserved it!

Conangray THATS MY BEST FRIEND PEOPLE!!!

Yourusername YOOHOOOO!!

User4 undeserved!

User5 You don’t deserve it! It is a man dominated sport for a reason!

User6 She only got in to F1 Because of her connections and her looks! I wouldn’t be surprised if she slept with someone for this!

User7 So happy her and her ex broke up! He didn’t deserve her!

GracieAbrams SO PROUD LOVE!!

Yourusername TKANK YOU!!!!!

User8 I understand why the drivers don’t talk to her. She is so annoying!

User9 Happy to finally see a female win in motorsports!

User10 HAHA THE 8th PICTURE IS SO FUNNY!!!!

User11 So happy to see her happy!!

User12 I am still a bit confused about why not any of the driver interact with her! They didn’t even congratulate her! Only the older drivers did!

User13 So proud of you!

Susie_Wolff Congratulations Y/n! I am so proud of you! Liked by author

User14 Such a slut!

User15 Kys! Nobody likes you!

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A week later

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Yourusername here’s a toast to my real friends🫶 After a busy season it is always good to return to the people that you love🫶🫶❤️

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Taylorswift Always fun to hang out! We need to do it again soon!

Yourusername Always! I had a lot of fun!

Honeymoon It was great meeting you! Hope to see you again!

Yourusername Teah! Totally! It was really nice meeting you too!

KiraKosarin Lovely to see you again!

Yourusername Yeah for sure! We need to do it again! Liked by KiraKosarin

TateMcRea OMG I AM IN THE PHOTO DUMP?!?! Jokes aside I had a lot of fun!

Yourusername Of Course you are!! And I also had a lot of fun!!

IrisScot Ugh I hadn’t seen you in so long! You really are a busy girl!

Yourusername Yeah you’re right! I promise to make more time for you !!

GracieAbrams I am so happy you used that picture and not a different one!

Yourusername Yeah, I thought I would be nice. And now I still have black mail material🤭🤭

ConanGray u r a cutie pie🥰🥰

Yourusername no you🤭🤭

MadisonHu I am in it twice??? Omg you love me!!

Yourusername Ofc!!

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The beginning of the season (1 or 2 races in)

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F1 Kimi Antonelli is set to replace Y/n y/l/n for the next races.

Y/n has due to personal reasons decited to give the seat up to Kimi.

We wish Y/n a good time and Kimi a good start in F1

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User1 Oh?

User2 good luck Kimi!

User3 sad for y/n, happy for Kimi

User4 This really is silly season. First Ollie and Carlos and now Kimi and Y/n

User5 wow f1 debut at 17??

User6 I’m curious what happens with Y/n

User7 yeah same. It must be something big because she can’t race

User8 So happy we have finally gotten rid of her! Kimi is 100% better then her

User9 does anyone know how many races he will replace her for?

User10 No! The only thing we know is that it will the upcoming one and then maybe a few after that.

User11 poor Y/n

User12 She deserves it

User13 so happy to see her gone!

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Yourusername The Tortured Poets Department out now🩶🤍🖤 this is a project that I have worked on for quite some time, and I am incredibly proud that I can now share this with you all. All is fair in love and poetry…

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Taylorswift So proud🫶

SabrinaCarpenter Album of the year🖤

GracieAbrams Some of the best work ever🩶

ConanGray I helped y’all! Jokes aside I am SO proud of you of you🤍

Charles_Leclerc Amazing!

User1 OMG?!?!

User2 AN ALBUM?!?!

User3 This is just amazing

User4 …this is better than any spoken explanation we could have gotten

User5 I knew that she liked poetry but this……

User6 THE TITELS ARE INSANE!!

User7 So a girl who drives in circles is now also a singer and songwriter?? And very talented at that?!?!

User8 Slut?!?! Omg she in love in love

User9 first of; who hurt her?!?! Second off; who is the person?!?!

User10 just saying the cover art is amazing

User11 am I the only one that thinks there is more??

User12 yes

User13 🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤

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Yourusername Suprise! The Tortured Poets Department is a double album! I have written so much these past few years that I couldn’t fit in in one. And a few of these songs are to beautiful to not share with the world. 15 new song. The story is y mine anymore… it’s yours.🩶🤍🖤

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mariclerc · 3 months ago

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Hi lovely!!!! I absolutely adored your CL16+LS2 post and I was wondering if you could do more?? It was so lovely to see a proper poly relationship rather than jsut reader dating both guys and the guys not 😭🩷🫶🏻

Thanks for this request!! I know it's a little short, but I hope you like it!

Cozy rainy kiss | cl16 & ls2

Summary: On a rainy day, there is nothing better than spending it with your boys. Warnings: none, just teeth rot fluff.

requested and dedicated to: @rach3164 💌💌

Did the rain ruined your plans? Of course, because you wanted to go out for a walk with your boyfriends, but now you find yourself in your shared cozy, modern apartment. The living room is filled with a bunch of racing memorabilia. You find yourself on the couch, nestled in a large red hoodie, looking small and content while Charles and Logan are seated on either side of you.

“Babe you look like you could hibernate in there.” Charles' says while smiling, you're wearing his hoodie.

Logan chuckles at Charles' words. “Yeah darling, you're basically like a little red riding hood.”

You blush, burying your face in the big hoodie.

“Oh shut up, you two.” you say with a muffled voice.

Charles chuckles and pulls you closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Hey, don't hide. You know we love your blushy cute face.”

Logan leans in, resting his head on your neck. You can feel his warm breath on your skin.

“You smell like laundry detergent and Charles perfume... My favorite smells.”

You giggle. “Ew, Logie, stop it.”

Logan's leg comes up, resting over yours. You feel a surge of warmth and a strange comfort.

“Cozy, huh?” Charles' says while smirking.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips.

There's a comfortable silence as you all enjoy the moment, the rain outside continues its rhythmic patter.

“I wish it was snowing.” Logan says breaking the silence, you giggled to his witty words.

“You’d be the first one to build a snowman.” says Charles teasing him.

Logan playfully shoves Charles and you laugh at their silly antics.

Slowly, Charles and Logan lean in, their faces coming closer to yours. Your heart pounds in your chest and you close your eyes.

Suddenly their lips meet yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You feel a rush of emotions, a mix of excitement and nervousness, the kiss deepens, and you surrender to the moment, you three are a tangle of lips and bodies, but you couldn't mind less about it. The rain outside provides a soothing backdrop to the intimate moment, you feel safe and loved with them.

After a few moments, Charles and Logan pull back, their foreheads resting against yours. You're breathless.

“That was nice.” says Charles smiling.

“Yeah, it was.” says Logan while grinning.

You blush, looking down. “It was.” you say softly.

There’s a comfortable silence as you all catch your breath, Logan's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him while Charles' hand finds yours.

Suddenly Logan sighs. “I love you both so much.” he says in a whisper.

Charles squeezes your hand. “We love you too, Logie. And you, princess.”

You look up at them, feeling a huge wave of love wash over you.

“I love you both so much too!” you say while smiling at them.

The three of you share a tender moment, the bond between you growing stronger. The rain outside seems to intensify, and a clap of thunder shakes the apartment, making you jump slightly.

“Uhh, you scaredy-cat.” Logan chuckles.

You playfully hit his arm. “Shut up Logan.” you giggled.

Charles pulls you closer, wrapping you in a protective embrace. You feel safe and loved by your boys.

“Don’t worry, I’m here.” Charles' says and Logan nods in agreement.

“Yup, we're both here baby girl.”

You lean into their embrace, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. The storm outside rages on, but inside the apartment, it's calm and cozy.

As the night wears on, the three of you continue to cuddle, watching movies, and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Eventually, sleepiness creeps in. Charles and Logan help you to your feet, and together, you make your way to the master bedroom.

The three of you curl up together in the bed, the warmth of your bodies a comforting contrast to the cold night outside.

“God, I’m so tired.” Logan says while yawning.

Charles smiles. “Me too.”

You snuggle closer to them, feeling completely safe and loved.

“Goodnight, boys.” you yawn. “Love you lots!” you say sleepily.

They both kiss your forehead.

“Goodnight, beautiful princess.” They both say in unison.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel a sense of complete and utter happiness. And you never thought about being in a relationship with two wonderful guys, of course, they are not one hundred percent perfect, but they are yours and you adore them as they are... With their flaws, quirks and special details that make them unique and you know that they love you the same way as you do.

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coco-loco-nut · 3 months ago

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Actress

Pairing: Logan x Reader

Summary: A former F2 driver gets the chance to star on the big screen.

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long. August was the busiest month of my internship and 60 hour work weeks are tough, plus an hour commute 🥲

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Filming in the Formula One paddock was something else. Sure, you have been here before, but this was something different. You were fulfilling your childhood dream of being a Formula One driver, kinda.

“We will start filming in 15,” your producer says at the end of their tangent. The race suit hangs at your hips as you stand, watching other drivers go by.

“Why does she look familiar?” Lando asks Oscar, both ready to collapse in their drivers rooms after a long qualifying session.

“She drove in Formula Two with Trident a few years ago,” Oscar quietly observes you, mentally debating whether it would be weird to approach you.

“She seems to be doing well for herself,” Lando hums, feeling ready to take a nap. Oscar steps away, deciding it’s more awkward to say nothing than to at least say hello.

“Hi, y/n, right? I’m Oscar, we used to race against each in F2,” Oscar extends his hand, unsure if you remember him. A bit silly, seeing as how you hung out a good amount.

“Of course, I remember. Too many adventures to forget. I considered copying your tweet to announce my contract wasn’t getting extended,” you smile, showing you aren’t upset.

“I’m sorry, you were a good driver,” Oscar offers, but you shake your head. You won a couple races in F2, but that was a lot of luck.

“I hit my ceiling, and there wasn’t going to be a seat waiting for me since I wasn’t in an F1 driver academy. I still drive occasionally in Indycar to keep my license,” you push down the little bit of longing, watching drivers walk through the paddock.

“How did you get into acting?” Oscar asks, genuinely curious at how you got involved in the movie.

“It was a bit of a wild experience. I applied to stunt drive for the film, but they liked my look and I guess I act well enough. So I ended up with one of the leads, a racing prodigy. Some tips on being one would be greatly appreciated,” Oscar’s cheeks flame when you call him a prodigy. He’s too humble for that.

“I wouldn’t say that. You know racing better than most, if not all, the people working on the movie, so I know you will be okay,” Oscar reassures you.

“Y/n, come to the garage. We film in ten,” an assistant comes to get you. You hesitate, not quite wanting to end your conversation.

“I’ll walk with you?” Oscar suggests, knowing you must feel a little out of place despite looking like you are meant to be here.

“Thanks. I can’t tell you the last time I was in a Formula One garage,” you say, letting out a sigh of relief. You would normally insist that he goes to his post-race meetings, but the accompaniment is needed.

“Anything for an old friend and rival,” Oscar jokes causing you both to chuckle, easing what’s left of the awkward tension.

“Is Logan still your bestie? I know you both were close,” you ask, your helmet feeling heavy in your hand.

“We are still close. I’m sure he’d love to see you again. He used to have a crush on you,” Oscar reveals as you get close to the garage the production team set up, you think it might actually be functional too.

“Aww, maybe we should get dinner sometime. Are you still with Lily?” you ask, feeling pre-race jitters even though you are only doing a few laps. There needs good film for both you and Pitt, so you are taking the track at different Grand Prix races this year.

“Yeah, it’s going well. Text me when you have a free weekend, I’ll get McLaren to invite you as a guest,” Oscar smiles, observing you. “You’ve been doing this all your life, it’s just you, the car, and the track,” he reminds you, sensing the nerves.

“Thanks, Oscar. It was nice to see a familiar face,” you say before heading into the garage. You thought it would be a standard F2 car, but you were wrong, they modified it to look like an F1 car.

You inspect your car, mentally noting what they changed and how it might affect your drive. After a quick conversation with Mercedes engineers, you get into the car, testing your radio and doing some final checks. Once the FIA clears you, you exit into pit lane, careful not to speed.

You keep your breathing steady, focusing on the feel of the car. You’ve raced at Silverstone before, this is no different. You did your track walk, you’ve sim raced, you warmed up and have kept up with your race training. After a lap to warm up your tires, you drive like you are racing. Each turn feels natural, your muscle memory kicking in and the car responding nicely. Oscar was right, you’ve been driving all your life, it’s just you and the car. You don’t waste the opportunity, pushing the car to its limits, driving on the edge. You prove why you belonged in F2. Indycar is great, but it isn’t the same.

“Two more laps then bring it in,” you hear over the radio, and you can’t help but wish you could drive more. There will be other filming opportunities, but you won’t lie and say that you didn’t miss racing regularly.

When you bring the car in, you feel like you are on cloud nine.

“It drives great, I hope those laps were good enough,” you smile, pulling off your helmet and balaclava.

“Spectacular drive, I knew having you in the car was a good choice,” Lewis says, appearing beside you. He’s working as a consultant on the movie, but you haven’t actually met him yet.

“Sir Hamilton, wow, I, um, thank you so much. It means a lot coming from you,” you stumble over your words, almost dropping your helmet.

“You raced in F2, without the support of an academy, and won a couple races. You are a good driver,” Lewis further compliments you. If you were to die right now, you would have no objections.

“I am literally at a loss for words, you have no idea how much that means coming from you. You inspired me to keep racing,” you are torn between crying and melting into the ground out of happiness.

“I look forward to watching your other drives, you have talent. It’s disappointing that you didn’t get another contract,” Lewis says a little offhandedly before heading back to Mercedes.

“We are going to get shots of you in the garage,” you are informed, before being requested to go back to hair and makeup.

“This is what it looks like to be a driver. We all aren’t Carlos, we don’t look flawless right after a race,” you joke as you push back again the request, pulling your balaclava back on.

You spend the next hour filming, and a part of you misses when you would be meeting with your team instead after driving laps. As you wrap up and change into something that isn’t your racing suit, aka sweat pants and an old team hoodie, you cannot wait to get back to the hotel.

“Y/n!” you quickly recognize the American accent. Logan jogs to catch up with you.

“Hey, Logan. Sorry about qualifying, tough luck,” you smile sympathetically as he shrugs.

“Can’t do much when the car is slow. Congrats on the role, I’m glad you were able to find footing after not getting resigned,” he says, clearly aware of his uncertain future.

“There is still tomorrow,” you offer, hoping to reassure him a little.

“It was nice to see you drive again, you did some great laps. Was that an F1 car?” Logan asks, changing the topic.

“Modified F2 car. It was great, the car felt amazing,” you smile as Logan walks beside you. A small part of you hopes that a team will watch your drive and sign you.

“Well maybe one day you will get to drive one for real. After the race tomorrow we should go out for drinks,” Logan says, quickly adding on “you, me, and Oscar,” to the end.

“Sounds great, I missed you guys,” your car is parked in the opposite direction of Logan’s. You start walking away and Logan watches as you approach your car. As he is about to turn away, you turn back towards him. “Maybe we could grab drinks without Oscar sometime?” you yell, hoping you aren’t shooting the wrong shot and Oscar was right.

“I’d like that,” Logan calls back, his cheeks flushed. With a smile you turn back to your car, looking forward to the date.

You arrive to the Paddock early the next day, wanting to catch the F2 race. Trident invited you go visit, and you can’t deny you wanted to take the opportunity to network. It is also nice to catch up with your former team.

“Great drive, yesterday. You posted some pretty good times,” Maurizio compliments. You haven’t spoken much to your former team principal since you left F2.

“Thank you, it was nice to be behind the wheel again,” you take it gracefully, knowing there’s a fine line between demonstrating skill and boasting.

“Perhaps we can discuss a contract sometime,” he leaves you with those parting words and you can’t help but feel a buzz of excitement. You make sure to take your exit as soon as the race ends, not wanting to make anything awkward.

Earlier you received a text from someone at Mercedes telling you how to pick your paddock and hospitality pass. Lewis apparently asked them to invite you to watch from the Mercedes hospitality after your drive yesterday. So now you are on the hunt to find the hospitality.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you notice someone start walking beside you.

“Hey, Logan,” you don’t know why, but you can feel the heat of a blush creeping over your fac. “Don’t you have a race to prepare for?” You question, an attempt to distract him.

“I have time before the driver’s parade and I saw you out here,” Logan throws his arm around your shoulder.

“Lucky me, then. I was just on my way to Mercedes, want to show me where I’m going?” you smoothly ask, feeling your stomach flip in anticipation.

“That I can do,” he smiles down at you, happy to show you around. You make small talk as he points things out on your walk, and you don’t know any better so he takes you the long way.

“Hey, you are the girl in that F1 movie, the prodigy,” you instantly recognize Daniel Ricciardo. Logan is a little confused, not having many run-in’s with the VCARB driver, but he rolls with it.

“Yeah,” you nod, blushing from embarrassment. These guys are the best in the world and you are just imitating them.

“We drove in F2 together,” Logan interjects, causing Daniel to look at the two of you in surprise.

“Ah, sick! That’s so cool. Good to know there is a real driver in it. I gotta go but it was nice meeting you!” With that, the Honey Badger left, wearing his iconic smile.

“He is an interesting guy,” you can’t help but smile in amusement as you reflect on the interaction.

“You got that right. Have you met Alex and Lily? I’ll have to invite you to a race soon, give you a reason to hang around,” Logan says, turning up his flirting. He never got over his crush for you.

“I haven’t, and I hate to break the news, but Oscar called dibs on inviting me to the next race. Maybe you two can share custody,” you joke as you pass McLaren, only making it funnier.

The drop off at Mercedes was a bit rushed. Turns out, Logan lied about having plenty of time before the Driver’s Parade, but in his defense, he didn’t really look at a clock before stopping you. That was also how you met George Russell.

Unfortunately for Oscar and Logan, you had to cancel on post-race drinks. You got called back to the studio for an early shoot, meaning you left after the race and caught the next plane back to America.

The bright side is that there wasn’t a race the next week, so Logan took advantage and caught a flight to surprise you. He may be a guy, but he was able to pick up on the flirting the both of you were doing. Logan arrived at your hotel soon after you were done filming for the day, and knocked on the door. The only reason he knew your hotel room number is because he said he was going to doordash you food after the long few days.

“Thanks for bringing it to my room, here’s an extra-“ you stop mid sentence when you realize it isn’t a dasher at your hotel room door.

“I hope McDonald’s is okay? I’ve been craving fries,” he smiles, amused by your stunned reaction.

“I don’t know whether I want to cry or hug you,” you open the door wider so he can enter the room.

“This isn’t how I pictured our first date,” you comment after a few minutes of eating food that you probably shouldn’t be and watching comfort movies. Logan almost chokes on his fry.

“I’ll make it up to you then, take you out on a proper date,” he vows.

“I like this, though. Our lives are so crazy anyway,” you smile to yourself as he wraps an arm around you, letting you get closer to him. The both of you enjoy small talk throughout the movie, your head ending up on his shoulder, fighting off the sleep that threatens to creep in.

Logan hears your soft snores as the movie ends and quietly watches you. He ponders just falling asleep too, claiming you both dozed off during the movie, but it feels too soon. So, he carefully wakes you up so it seems like you didn’t doze off.

“I didn’t realize it was so late,” you comment, unsure if you fell asleep or not.

“I didn’t either. I should go, early flight and all that,” Logan grimaces, not ready to leave.

“Do you have a hotel room? You can stay here if needed,” you offer.

“No, no, it’s okay. I got a room for the night. I wouldn’t want to impose,”

“Well, I had a great time. I look forward to our next,” you smile, face close to Logan’s. He strongly debates kissing you, but he doesn’t want to screw this up, so he slowly pulls away.

“I do too. Sleep well,” with a boyish smile, he quietly exits. You lay back in the bed with a content sigh.

You and Logan dated quietly, not wanting to make a big deal out of things. The fans loved it when you hung out with him, Oscar, and some other drivers from your F2 days. They especially loved it when Trident announced you would be rejoining the team next season, right after filming finishes.

The best part about driving F2 was that you could skip a lot of the press tour stuff, but you did try. Somehow, you got Logan to agree to attend the London premiere with you. It was a big deal, all of the grid is expected to attend.

He is the first out of the car once you reach the red carpet, quickly making his way to your door so he can assist you out.

“Are you ready?” he asks with a slightly nervous smile. It’s your first public outing as a couple, despite your soft launching.

“With you? Always,” you confidently take the red carpet, answering questions and posing for cameras. At some point, Oscar and Lily join you both, happy to take group pictures.

“There is our star,” Oscar says when they arrive.

“Thank you for being here! I’m excited for everyone to see it,” you smile, a little on edge around so many Formula One legends. You swear you even saw Guenther Steiner walk past you.

“I didn’t know you two were dating,” George says once you make it inside where everyone is mingling.

“I convinced her somehow,” Logan smiles at you, clearly enamored.

“Well, you two look great together. Let’s get coffee sometime,” George says before walking away. Logan just signed with Mercedes, and you were so proud. He tried to play it down, but you made sure to celebrate it.

“How are you feeling?” Logan asks, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“A little nervous, it’s a great movie, but I’m nervous. There’s been some recent negativity because I’m a driver and starred in the movie. Something to do with pushing the female driver agenda,” you shift your weight back and forth. Logan pulls you close to him, providing a support as you take the moment to relax before starting your rounds again.

“Ah, there she is! Y/n, let me introduce you to some friends of mine,” Brad Pitt says as you walk past him with Logan. You stay for a minute before Logan provides an exit plan.

“I think we should head to our seats, don’t want to miss the movie,” he says, smoothly allowing you to leave and go into the theater. You are seated beside Lewis, who has mentored and coached you this season.

Before you know it, the movie is starting. The scene pans down from the sunset to your car flying on the track. As you turn the corner, an engineer is shown analyzing your data with a headset on. Silently, other motion to screens, nodding along with a comment. All you can hear is the roar of the engine on track as the engineer activates his radio.

“Box box,”

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glnnnhaps · 2 months ago

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please don’t go I love you so

warnings: angst!!, mentions + allusions to sex, (2?) swear words, anxiety, self-critical thoughts, post nut clarity 😔😔😔 (word count: 910)

note: this is my first completed fic enjoy

The heavy feeling of your embarrassment began to drown you, engulf you as he went to the bathroom to clean himself up before cleaning you. You wanted to burry yourself in a hole and never get out. You’d sworn to yourself many years ago that you’d never be that person to sleep (fuck) someone without an established relationship but with Logan it was oh so different.

The thoughts of him had possessed your mind all the time, lingering in an echo as you tried to ignore the attraction to the older man. You thought you’d get over it soon enough until he reciprocated your feelings, seducing you in the act and leading to the moments previous to you lying on his bed wanting to bury yourself in a hole. You felt used, embarrassed, and grimy from the sweet mess on the bed, on your chest and between your thighs. “It’s just sex, it’s natural”, Storm had assured you last time you had a one-night stand that ended up sour and arrived home on the verge of a breakdown. But you didn’t want just sex ,you wanted more than the pure attraction on a physical level and now you had ruined any chance of that happening with Logan, as he would probably discard you to the side and ignore you after tonight.

Upon overhearing a shaky breath from you over the running tap water, Logan closed the tap, brining along the warm damp towel. As his footsteps grew closer, you turned your lethargic body the opposite way, trying to hide the sobs that were eager to escape from you and quickly drying your eyes. Logan did not know what to do, his mind racing at a high speed. “Did I hurt you?”, he approached lightly his fingertips grazing your shoulder. Still facing away from him you shook your head answering “No, I’m just tired”, your voice sounding shakier than you anticipated. Logan witnessed how you almost flinched and pulled away when he attempted to turn you around causing him to withdraw his hand, feeling more concerned.

“Baby…”, you cringed at the nickname that was usually reserved for actual lovers. You knew if you turned around to face him you’d end up blabbering all your worries on to him and the last thing he wanted to do was make him uncomfortable. Oh he was going to hate you, going to tell everyone how annoying you were, going to avoid you at every turn, going to… Through your overthinking you didn’t even hear him call your name twice or turn you over to face him only realising when he caressed your cheek. “I’ve got to get you cleaned up baby”, he reiterated searching your eyes for response. If he didn’t like me he wouldn’t be still here right… or is he embarrassed by his own mess.. Logan on the other hand felt his heart getting heavy seeing you in this state clearly signified that something was up but you didn’t want to open up to him. He carefully cleans you down with the towel making sure to take extra care of your body and when complete he helps you dress into an old pair of his joggers and an old band top he had found. He noticed the tears that were spilling out of your eyes but wasn’t sure how to comfort you and didn’t want to rush yourself into opening up to him. Once he has the shirt over your head, he grabs your hand gently rubbing circles whilst boring holes into the side of your head. His touch was soothing to you and indicated that he wanted to know what was going on, but you refused to even glance his way.

After a moment of trying to recompose yourself, he hears your whisper his name sitting up and listening intently. You suddenly focus on the bed rather than the intense eye contact he was searching for. “Please don’t leave me”, you choked out, covering your mouth with your hand in an attempt to stop your words. “It’s so silly I know, I know it’s probably a stupid overreaction, but I don’t know where we stand and I don’t want you to say this meant nothing but, I just, fuck, it’s me I’m the issue I just-”. You were cut off by his fingers calmly, lovingly grabbing your chin to turn you towards him and you saw his eyes. It had the look, the look you’d seen in silly romcoms, the ones you’d seen Jean give Scott, Remy give to Rogue and Wade to several men and women at a bar. It was the look of love, affection and longing, the want to protect you and hold you and cherish you- This train of thought was cut off by his whisper “I will never leave you, darling, okay? Never think those things because I will never leave you.”, his voice was reflecting the shakiness of yours, the obvious newfound intimacy causing a great effect on Logan. “I’m yours”, he intertwined his fingers with yours “and your mine", then pressing a kiss to your forehead, in which you invited in by embracing him.

As he rubbed small circles on your back, Logan felt tears pricking at his eyes. He hated to see you upset more upset that it was by the actions of partners in the past but would make it his mission to rewrite your idea of love and love you well.

note 2: i was going to give this an angsty ending but I felt nice lol and can you tell my writing got sloppy at the end lmaoo (not proofread!)

#glenwrites #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett angst #xmen #logan howlett smut

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monimccoythings · 1 month ago

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Till We Meet Again

Sequel to The way we were. I want it to turn it into a brief saga I'm just trying to figure out what I want to do. These are just some silly drabbles.

I just love one Logan trope and I swear you'll see it on almost every fic I post.

Word Count: 1131

Tags: implied alcoholism, f!reader, swearing.

Part 1

It took him several days before he mustered the courage to sneak inside Wade's bedroom. Fucker wouldn't waste a chance to invite him in, he'd be overjoyed if he found out he had been snooping around.

Honestly, Wade's room was as insane as its owner, posters and figurines of colorful ponies and cartoons decorated the walls and shelves. How could a grown ass man have a room like that was something he would never understand. The cherry on top would be the Disney sheets that he wouldn't even dare to touch with a ten foot pole. He could already smell what happened in there. It made him gag.

But he had to do it.

He needed to.

Over the course of those days he had gathered as much information as he could about the you of this world. Just to mentally prepare himself about what was coming.

Turns out you had been that universe's Logan's wife, and had perished in his arms while protecting him and Laura. No wonder she never talked about you. It was hard enough for him to even think about it, despite not knowing personally this other you.

Cold sweat formed on his skin at the thought of his version of you having shared the fate of this Y/N back in his universe. Would he be able to live with it. Would he spiral into another rampage of serial killing, self depreciation and alcoholism?

He looked at the pack of beers on the counter, his mouth felt dry. Maybe taking one would keep those thoughts away from his mind. Just numb him enough to think clearly. Alcohol had always been there for him in his darkest moments. The only constant in his life.

A flash of your tear-streaked face as his claws pressed against your neck crossed his mind.

He shook his head.

No.

'Stop trying to drown your problems with alcohol and fucking man up!'

One single look at the wedding band in his hand told him everything he needed to know to make a decision.

He touched the screen of that watchamacallit Wade had stolen.

Just one peek.

One peek and he would be satisfied.

Liar

When he stepped through that portal, he felt like a city boy that after being away for years finally returned back to his hometown. Everything was different, despite having been in that universe his entire life he found himself not having missed it at all.

Now, the only thing that tied him to that place was you.

He cursed loudly. It had been ten years since he had seen you. There was no way to know if you were still living in the same place, or the same city. Hell, he didn't even know if you had swapped jobs.

Fucking great, all this stress for nothing. He felt like an idiot. All of this had been a huge mistake. He should just-

A sudden memory came to him. There was this little shop, not very far away from where he had landed, you always loved to spend your free time there, and drag him along if you could. How much he had hated it back then, now he wished he could just spend one more Sunday morning there with you.

If he could get a whiff of your scent, maybe he could track you down and take a look.

He's just checking, he reminds himself. To make sure you are having a good life.

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It didn't take him long to find it. It was faint, but it was still there.

His nose led him to a neighborhood in the deepest part of the Bronx. His brow furrowed in disgust, he didn't like that place at all; it smelled like burnt meat and bodily fluids. How could you live in a place like this? It made the dump he was sharing with Wade and Althea look like fucking Buckingham Palace in comparison.

You shouldn't be living there.

You were not made for a place like that.

He could- he could what? He tried to stop that train of thought, he really did. He wasn't allowed to think like that. Not anymore.

He could give you so much more.

He stops in front of what he assumes it's your building, nose crinkling in a sneer. He never had been one for fancy places, but goddamn it, you were way better set off when you two were together. One one corner you had piles of trash that overloaded the dumpster, and in the other you had some junkie recovering from his last trip. Charming.

*thump thump* *thump thump*

His head snapped up. He could hear your heartbeat coming down the stairs. He always joked that he could find you in a crowd just by your heartbeat. All the bravery he had gathered suddenly left him. He couldn't meet you face to face. It was for the best. Just looking from the alleyway would suffice.

Another beating joined yours, hopefully a neighbor. Becuase Logan didn't think he could handle as gracefully as he should seeing you with a new partner. Not without drawing blood.

His breath caught on his throat when you finally emerged from the building.

There you were, time had been nothing but kind to you. Besides some little wrinkles around your eyes and few grey hairs, you still remained as youthful as the day he had pushed you away. Your hair was shorter, and you seemed to have put on a bit more weight, which, honestly, looked great on you. His mouth watered when he saw the considerably fuller breasts pushing against the top of your nurse uniform.

Fuck you looked ravishing.

His hands twitched, wanting to run them all over your newfound curves.

It took every single amount of his willpower to refrain himself from lunging and taking you right there and there. He licked his lips in anticipation. His inner animal getting ready for the chase.

You looked at him and that had the same effect as a bucket of cold water. The smile on your face vanished, leaving only an unsure expression in its place. You took a step back using your arm to protectively shield whoever was behind you.

As much as he tried to understand your completely reasonable reaction, he couldn't deny how much it hurt his feelings watching you pale with dread at the sight of him.

Unconsciously, he took a step forwards. His heart breaking when he saw you take another step back. The animal in him was seething with rage and hurt at your rejection and he had serious doubt he could do anything to calm it down.

There would be no time to dwell on that, because after that he saw who was hidden behind you.

It was a child.

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kat-thepoet · 3 months ago

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett x Fem!reader

Part 4: Under the surface

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As I looked at Adam, I quickly passed by him, not wanting to deal with him. He followed me outside, where Logan and Wade were standing. He held onto one of my shoulders to turn me around, and I punched him in the nose. " How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?!" I yelled at him, feeling fury in my fists. "Please Violet! You never let me explain what truly happened." he yelled, trying to get me to listen. Wade and Logan came to my defense.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?" Logan said it with a serious tone.

"Look at who we have here." Said Wade as he uncrossed his hands.

"If it isn't the dumb fuck who cheated on my best friend," said Wade, grabbing one of his guns and pointing it at his head.

" I don't want any trouble," said Adam, trying to control his breathing.

"leave now. I never want to see you again." I said, trying not to cry.

"But Vi-"

"Go!" I yelled, tears brewing in my eyes.

He walked away, going back to the strip club.

I covered my face with my hands as I silently sobbed. Wade held me in his arms as I cried.

At that moment, Violet couldn't see Logan's face. But it was filled with rage and anger as he wondered to himself why someone would cheat on a nice girl.

A few moments passed, and I was crying until we heard a car honk. We all looked up to see what that noise was, and it was Dopinder in his taxi, smiling and waving at us. I wiped my eyes as Wade let me go.

"Are you ok now, Violet?" Wade asks as we walk to the taxi.

"Yes, I'm ok now. Thanks Wade." I lied as I gave him a tired smile.

We got in the taxi and drove home. As I looked at the stars, all I could see was Adams face. The crying made me tired, which made me sleep the entire way home.

I woke up on my bed. My body feeling relaxed from the needed nap. Wait, how did I even get in bed? As I collected my thoughts, I just remembered sleeping in the taxi, and that's about it. As I looked up at the ceiling, memories started flowing in again—all of Adam. Why, of all places, did I see him there? Why is he still in my life after what he did to me? What did he mean by I never let him explain what truly happened? And why, after all this time, do I still love him? These thoughts in my head made my heartache unbearable. I started to cry, trying to muffle my mouth with my upper sleeve, attempting not to make any noise. After a few minutes of crying, I checked my phone, and I had a message from Vanessa.

Vanessa: Hey, babe. Wade told me what happened. Want to talk about it?

I looked at the time, and it was 8 p.m. I didn't feel like going out, so I decided tomorrow would be better.

Violet: Want to grab coffee tmr at our spot in the morning?

As I waited for her response, I walked to the bathroom to wash my face. I turned on the light and closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my eyes were puffy from crying. I giggled at myself for how silly I looked. I turned on the faucet to get cold water and washed my face, trying not to get the water all over the sink. After, I quickly washed my teeth because I had a weird taste in my mouth. I then combed my hair and decided to take a shower, so I walked out to get some of my clothes. As I walked to my room, I accidentally bumped into Logan.

"Sorry, Logan, I didn't see you there." I said, in my post nap voice.

"No worries." he said as he walked to the kitchen.

I quickly headed into my room, grabbed my clothes, and headed to the bathroom.

I took a long shower, trying to collect my thoughts. About Adam, about Logan, about everything. As the water hit my head, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter at the thought that Adam was still wanting me after all this time. But at the same time, something was growing inside of me when I thought of Logan. When he was so protective of me, even though he didn't think I noticed, I couldn't wonder if he cared for me. Adam, on the other hand, we have history. I fell in love with him the first day I worked at the flower shop. He was getting flowers for his mother's grave, and I accompanied him after my shift was over. It was random, but it was lovely. My family's gravestones are across the country, so it was nice going to see one, even though she wasn't anything to me. After that day, he started coming every day to see me. It made me question if he had a job because of how much free time he had. He assured me that I was worth his lunch break. I felt loved and apprenticed. He eventually asked me out, and I said yes. Then he proposed, and I said yes. Until one day, I walked into my apartment after a long day of work. I caught him laying on my couch, and my whore of a roommate was on top of him naked. They didn't know I had walked in, so I closed the door, walked to Vanessa's apartment, and slept there for a week. After I stopped crying, I went to my apartment, burned all her things, and changed the locks. I never saw her again, but I think she got the message. Adam came by the next day and acted like nothing happened. I acted like everything was okay for the sake of our relationship, but I couldn't hold it in. I screamed and yelled at him about how he betrayed me and hurt me. And I kicked him out. Until a few days ago, when I saw him, and now today.

After I did my shower routine, I dried myself with my blue towel, and I put on my small shorts and tank top like I always do. I did my night routine early, and I walked out of the steaming bathroom. Logan was in the living room, his eyes directly on the TV, watching a black-and-white film as he had a beer in his hand. As I put my clothes in my laundry basket, I got a text from Vanessa, which read:

Vanessa: Of course, I'll see you then. Love you 🩷

I liked her message and headed to the kitchen to make myself something to eat.

I decided to eat some cereal because I didn't feel like cooking on the stove. I decided to eat in my room, and as I ate, I watched my favorite show, Pretty Little Liars.

I woke up at 3 a.m. to Logan's screams again. This was the second time this week. I decided to check on him, but this time cautiously. I got a glass of water from the kitchen and tiptoed to his room. The door was closed this time, so I opened it carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible. I could see him squirm in his sleep. beams of sweat collecting on his forehead and the sheets scattered on the floor. I carefully walked up to him and took out the glass of water on his nightstand. I could hear his voice tremble. I listened closer to what he was saying.

"Violet....Vi please," is all I could manage to hear. Why was he saying my name? I thought to myself as I listened closer. "Please," he said, growling. I decided to try something. During my time with Strucker, I had intense training using my powers. I had training about everything—fighting, how to use a gun and knives, and of course, how to manipulate my powers. I got the chance to unlock new abilities such as telekinesis and emotion manipulation. I can float, but I can’t fly; I haven’t practiced that since I escaped Strucker. I can read thoughts, but not that well. It takes me a lot to practice, and lastly, I can heal myself and others. I decided to try something on Logan that I haven't tried on anyone yet. I got close to him and put my hand above his head. I closed my eyes and tried to calm his mind from what was tormenting him. I tried not to see in his mind because that's his business. but all I could manage to see was me on top of him. I removed my hand quickly and wondered to myself what the hell I was doing on top of him. I shook my thoughts and returned my hand to the top of his head again, and I continued to clear his mind. Purple magic glowed from my hand as my eyes started glowing too. I stood there for about a minute until he was in a deep slumber. I covered him in his sheets, and I quickly walked back to my room.

I got up from my bed feeling well-rested after a long, peaceful sleep. A rare sense of calm settled over me as I stretched, savoring the comfort of the morning. Glancing at my phone, I saw that it was already 8:30 a.m. Shit, I thought, suddenly remembering the plans I had with Nessa. I quickly checked the weather app, hoping for good news, and was relieved to see that it was going to be a sunny day. Perfect. I decided on a pink crop top paired with low-rise jeans that hugged my figure in all the right places. The outfit made me feel confident, accentuating my curves while still being casual and comfortable. Feeling inspired, I straightened my hair until it fell sleek and smooth around my shoulders, then applied some makeup. I wanted to look pretty today, and why not? Pretty day, pretty thoughts. I smiled at my reflection, feeling good about how the day was starting.

Grabbing my purse, I headed out of my bedroom, ready to start the day. Just as I was about to leave, Logan stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and steam still curled around his skin, which glistened in the morning light. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, just like yesterday, his muscular chest and arms on full display. I paused for a moment, caught off guard by his presence, but quickly composed myself.

"Morning," I said with a casual smile, trying not to let my eyes linger on his toned physique.

Logan nodded in response, his gaze meeting mine briefly before he looked away, running a hand through his wet hair. "Morning," he replied, his voice still a bit rough from sleep.

I could feel a slight flutter in my chest, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself that today was about spending time with Nessa, not getting lost in whatever complicated feelings Logan stirred in me. With a final glance, I turned and headed for the door, determined to focus on the day ahead.

I walked out the door and headed to Vanessa's apartment, which was just across from Al's. Before I could knock, I heard Logan's voice booming behind me.

"Vi, I mean, Violet."

I turned around to see him striding closer, still in nothing but that towel. My eyes couldn't help but linger on the way the fabric clung to his hips, the muscles in his chest and arms still glistening slightly from the shower. Does this man ever bring clothes with him when he takes a shower? I thought, trying to keep my expression neutral.

"Yes, Logan, what is it?" I asked, trying to compose myself and not let my thoughts wander too far.

He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "How are you feeling? You know, you seemed pretty hurt last night." His voice was softer now, the concern in his tone almost surprising as he looked at me with those intense eyes, waiting for my response.

I managed a small smile, appreciating the unexpected gesture. "I'm better. Thanks for asking," I replied, my voice steady.

He held my gaze for a moment longer, then gave a slight nod. "Good," he said, his voice low and gruff, the usual edge returning to it. Then, without another word, he turned around and headed back toward our apartment.

As he walked, my eyes were immediately drawn to his bare back, where the powerful muscles were fully exposed, flexing with each step. The defined ridges of his shoulder blades moved fluidly under his skin, a testament to years of battle and survival. His broad, muscular back tapered down to a narrow waist, where a towel hung low on his hips, barely clinging to the chiseled lines of his body. The sight of him, all raw strength and rugged masculinity, made my breath catch. His skin was tanned and slightly damp, catching the light in a way that highlighted every contour, every hard edge of muscle.

Logan moved with a kind of animal grace, his every step radiating confidence and command. The towel wrapped around his waist did little to hide the curve of his powerful lower back and the muscles that stretched down to his legs. His broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms swung slightly as he walked, each movement accentuating the strength in his body. As he reached the door, I could see the taut lines of his side, the way his abs flexed and tightened, leading down to the sharp V of his hips. There was something primal about the way he carried himself, an aura of untamed power that was both intimidating and undeniably attractive. My eyes lingered on him longer than I intended, tracing the defined muscles that seemed to ripple with every breath he took. His back, broad and strong, was a landscape of hardened muscle and sinew, each ridge and valley a testament to the life he’d lived. The towel, hanging dangerously low, only added to the magnetic pull he seemed to have on me.

As he finally stepped into the apartment, the door closing behind him, I was left standing there, my heart racing and my body humming with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite name. Was it desire? Lust? Something deeper? I wasn’t sure, but the sight of Logan like this had ignited something in me, something I wasn’t ready to confront but couldn’t easily ignore either.

I cleared my throat and knocked on Nessa's door, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Logan. The door swung open, and to my surprise, there stood Wade, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Does no one wear any clothes around here? I thought to myself, trying not to roll my eyes.

Wade grinned at me, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite person. Come to join the towel club, Vi? We're offering exclusive memberships today."

I shook my head, a smirk playing on my lips despite myself. "Does everyone around here have something against clothing, or is this just your way of welcoming guests?"

Wade laughed, leaning casually against the doorframe. "What can I say? It's a lifestyle choice. Less laundry, more freedom. You should try it sometime."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'll pass, thanks. Is Vanessa here, or are you the only one gracing us with your... wardrobe choices today?"

"She's in the shower," Wade replied with a wink. "But you're welcome to come in and wait. I'll even put some pants on if you're lucky."

I sighed, stepping inside despite the absurdity of the situation. "Pants would be great, Wade. Thanks."

I sat on his couch, politely declining his offer for something to drink. Wade, now thankfully dressed in a pair of sweatpants, flopped down beside me with his usual playful grin.

“So, Vi,” Wade began, leaning back with his arms stretched across the back of the couch, “how’s it been living with our favorite grumpy Canadian? I mean, Logan’s not exactly the chatty roommate type, right? Any claws-out moments recently?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No claws-out moments, thankfully. It’s been… interesting. He’s quiet, keeps to himself mostly. But he’s not as bad as you’d think. We’ve had a few conversations that weren’t half-bad. He’s actually kind of considerate, in his own gruff way.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Considerate, huh? That’s a new one. I mean, I knew he had a heart under all that muscle and brooding, but still… surprising.”

I shrugged, smiling slightly. “Yeah, he’s got his moments. It’s not all grunts and growls.”

Wade smirked, leaning in closer. “So, any... other moments I should know about? You know, late-night, steamy encounters? Maybe you’re rubbing off on him in ways I haven’t considered?”

I rolled my eyes, giving him a light shove. “Wade, seriously? No, nothing like that. We’re just roommates. Besides, I’m not sure Logan’s the type to ‘rub off’ on anyone.”

Wade laughed, clearly amused by his own teasing. “Fair enough, fair enough. But if anything does happen, you know who to call. I’ll be your number one cheerleader.”

I shook my head, laughing along with him. “Thanks, Wade. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Vanessa walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed and looking refreshed. She smiled at me and asked, “Ready to go?”

“Yep,” I replied, standing up and grabbing my purse. We waved a quick goodbye to Wade, who was already engrossed in whatever ridiculousness he was up to on his phone, and headed out the door.

As we walked to the coffee shop, Vanessa and I made small talk, catching up on the little things—work, what we’d been up to, and the usual gossip about people we both knew. It was nice, the kind of easy conversation that felt natural and comforting.

The morning air was cool, with just a hint of warmth from the sun beginning to break through the clouds. The streets were busy but not overwhelming, and there was something about the simplicity of the day that made me feel at ease.

When we arrived at the coffee shop, we slipped into our usual routine. We ordered our drinks—Vanessa’s usual latte and my iced coffee—and found our way to our usual spot by the window. It was a cozy corner where we could watch the world go by while we talked.

As we sat in our usual spot at the coffee shop, Vanessa’s eyes softened with concern. She took a slow sip of her latte before leaning in closer. “Vi, I know it’s not easy to talk about, but Wade told me what happened last night… with Adam. Are you okay?”

I took a deep breath, feeling a lump form in my throat as I recalled the encounter. “It was… intense,” I admitted, setting my iced coffee down. “I tried to just walk past him, you know? Like, I didn’t want to deal with any of it. But he followed me outside, and… God, I just lost it. I punched him, Nessa. I was so angry.”

Vanessa nodded, her expression understanding. “He deserved it after everything he put you through. What did he even want?”

I sighed, rubbing my temples as I tried to keep the emotions at bay. “He wanted to explain, to tell me his side of the story. Like it would make any difference now. He begged me to listen, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to hear any of it. I told him to leave, and when he wouldn’t… Logan and Wade stepped in.”

Vanessa reached across the table, taking my hand in hers. “I’m glad they were there for you. It sounds like it was really overwhelming.”

“It was,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. “Wade even pulled out his gun, ready to… I don’t know what he was going to do, but Adam got the message. He left, but not before trying one last time to talk to me. I just… I couldn’t handle it. I told him to go, and when he finally did, I broke down. Wade held me while I cried.”

Vanessa’s eyes filled with sympathy as she squeezed my hand. “Vi, you’ve been through so much with him. It’s no wonder you reacted the way you did. But I’m proud of you for standing your ground, for not letting him manipulate you.”

I nodded, tears welling up as I tried to blink them away. “It was just so hard, Nessa. Seeing him again, hearing him try to justify what he did… it brought back all those feelings I thought I’d buried. But you’re right—I didn’t let him manipulate me. I stood up for myself.”

“And that’s huge,” Vanessa said, her voice full of support. “You’ve come a long way, Vi. Don’t forget that. And you’re not alone in this. You have Wade, me.....and Logan. We’ve got your back.”

I smiled through the tears, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Thanks, Nessa. It helps to know I’m not alone.”

“You never are,” she assured me, giving my hand one last squeeze before letting go. “And remember, you don’t owe Adam anything. Not an explanation, not forgiveness. Nothing.”

I nodded, feeling a bit more at peace. “You’re right. I just need to focus on moving forward.”

“That’s exactly it,” Vanessa said, her smile warm and reassuring. “And if you ever need to talk, or just get your mind off things, I’m here.”

I returned her smile, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. “Thanks, Nessa. I really appreciate that.”

With that, we shifted the conversation to lighter topics, letting the warmth of our friendship push away the lingering shadows of the past.

As we walked back to our building, Vanessa linked her arm through mine, her expression thoughtful. “You know,” she began, a hint of excitement in her voice, “I was thinking… maybe we could have a game night tonight. Just the four of us—Wade, Logan, you, and me. It could be a good distraction, something fun to take your mind off things.”

I glanced at her, surprised but warmed by the suggestion. “A game night?”

“Yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically. “We’ll order some food, maybe get a few drinks, and just relax. No drama, no stress. Just good company and a few laughs.”

I smiled, the idea of a low-key evening with friends sounding exactly like what I needed. “That actually sounds really nice, Nessa. I could use a night like that.”

“Great!” Vanessa beamed, squeezing my arm. “I'll knock on your door around 7 once everything is set up. I’m sure Wade will be up for it, and I can convince Logan to join in too.”

I chuckled, imagining Logan’s gruff reaction to being roped into a game night. “Yeah, good luck with that. I don't think he seems like the game night type. But honestly, it sounds like fun.”

“Perfect,” Vanessa said, clearly pleased. “This is going to be just what we need. A night to unwind and just enjoy ourselves.”

As we reached the building, I felt a sense of anticipation mixed with relief. After the emotional rollercoaster of the past 24 hours, the thought of spending an evening with people who cared about me, and Logan, just having fun, was exactly what I needed.

“Thanks for suggesting this, Nessa,” I said as we entered the building. “I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for you,” she replied with a smile. “Now let’s go get ready. Tonight’s going to be a blast.”

A little while later, I was in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on my makeup and hair, when I heard a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it must be Vanessa. I yelled a Logan to open the door. I quickly quieted my movements, curious to hear how Logan would handle her invitation.

The door creaked open, and I heard Logan’s deep voice greeting Vanessa. “Hey.”

“Hey, Logan,” Vanessa’s voice was bright and friendly as always. “Is Vi around?”

“She’s in the bathroom,” Logan replied, his tone neutral. “You need something?”

“Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you,” Vanessa said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. “I’m planning a little game night tonight—just the four of us, you, me, Wade, and Vi. We could all use a break, and I think it’d be fun.”

There was a brief pause, and I could almost picture Logan standing there, arms crossed, considering the proposal. I held my breath, waiting for his response.

“I’m not really the game night type,” Logan finally said, his tone gruff but not entirely dismissive.

“Oh, come on,” Vanessa coaxed, clearly not willing to take no for an answer. “It’s not about the games, really. It’s just about hanging out, having some fun, maybe a few drinks. I promise, nothing too crazy.”

Another pause, and then I heard Logan sigh, almost as if he knew he was going to give in.

“Alright. But only because I’m guessing Violet wants this.”

Vanessa laughed softly. “She does. And so do I. So, you’ll join us?”

“Yeah, I’ll join,” Logan replied, a reluctant but resigned tone in his voice. “What time?”

“In like an hour,” Vanessa said, sounding pleased. "See you then?”

“See you then,” Logan confirmed, and I could hear the door closing as Vanessa left.

I smiled to myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of warmth spread through me. Logan agreeing to join us, even if reluctantly, meant more to me than I cared to admit. It was a small gesture, but it showed that he was willing to be a part of something, to be there for me—and that was enough.

As Vanessa left the apartment, a thought crossed her mind—Could Logan be into Violet? She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his reluctance than just being anti-social. Determined to find proof, she decided tonight’s game night would be the perfect opportunity to observe. If there’s something there. She thought with a sly smile. I’ll figure it out.

I stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing down my outfit, and noticed Logan standing by the door, his usual stoic expression in place.

“What did Vanessa want?” I asked, curious.

Logan glanced at me, his gaze lingering for a moment before he answered. “She’s planning a game night tonight. Asked if I’d join.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “And… what did you say?”

He shrugged slightly, his tone casual. “I said I’d be there.”

"Ok cool" I said, trying not to smile.

An hour passed and I waited for Logan to get ready, and when he emerged from his room, I had to do a double take. He was wearing blue jeans that fit him perfectly, paired with black boots and a red flannel shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and muscular chest. He looked like a hot lumberjack straight out of a fantasy—rugged, strong, and effortlessly handsome.

I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of appreciation, but I quickly pushed it aside as we headed out the door. Together, we made our way to Vanessa's apartment, where the night was sure to get interesting.

Part 5: Living in the moment

#deadpool and wolverine #fanfic #deadpool #logan howlett #wolverine #marvel #x men #wade wilson #hugh jackman #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #tumblr fyp

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loganslowdown4 · 9 days ago

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Revisiting The Nightmare Before Spirit Christmas

Well it’s been 3 weeks since this gem was released! Did you all like it? I loved it 😂 Good silly fun to watch with our faves 🎃🎄

Logan

For all intents and purposes, Logan with dark round glasses DOES look like Matt Murdock aka Daredevil— I’m sorry but he does!

Also Roman imagining Logan singing is just 😚👌👌 like he would object because it’s not about jam or rapping, but Roman I think loves when he sings

Anyway they both looked really good in this ❤️💙

Roman

He’s just so pretty

Hell yeah he’s the pumpkin KING peasants-

Patton

Makeup says Clown With the Tearaway Face 🤡

But my heart says ZERO 🐶🔴👻 🩵🤍

No I won’t be corrected 🙂‍↔️

Virgil

Has the prettiest makeup hands down

BTW Did you know there was a sequel novel to Nightmare called Long Live The Pumpkin Queen?? Give it a read, it was actually very good—

Janus

in love with his makeup too (second favourite) ☺️

and every time he turned his head there was a gear click sound which just made me so inexplicably happy lol

Remus

Thomas had posted an insta story of him randomly buying burlap material

So I guess this finally paid off lol

He’s little green riding hood haha

Plus you can see the bugs on his cheeks, look closely 👀🪲🐛

If you missed it, I also made a silly reaction video to go with the silly musical video! Enjoy!

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@thatsthat24 💙

I guess we’re in Spirit Christmas time now! Happy (early) Holidays lol

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unformula1 · 7 months ago

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lost in your eyes (OP81 x LS2)

oscar stares into logan’s eyes (but in a cute fluffy way) w/c: 653 day 25 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium !!!!! (series masterlist) masterlist

Oscar would never admit that he liked staring into people’s eyes, specifically Logan’s. That was mostly because it was embarrassing and made him look weird, and the last thing he wanted was to lose a friend because of his weird obsession with eyes.

He sat close to Logan. Logan was doing some random media video so he was focused on whatever he had to do. This gave Oscar a rare opportunity to stare.

He stared into Logan’s eyes. His stare was intense. That wasn’t Oscar’s fault, who asked Logan to have blue eyes, or green if he stared harder. Oscar loved it, he loved the blue-green eyes.

Oscar took a little too long to realise Logan had seen him staring blankly. By the time Oscar realised, Logan was pretty much 3 steps away from Oscar.

Oscar sat up straight, focusing up and clearing his throat as Logan approached him.

“Hi Osc.” Logan greets and Oscar waves.

“Hello.” Oscar says, “How’s your media going?”

“Alright, just finished up.” Logan smiles.

Oscar resists the urge to stare into Logan’s eyes, which look more blue when they’re in the sun. He doesn’t know why Logan wears caps so much, it casts a black shade onto his face and his eyes can’t be seen.

“Cool…” Oscar replies.

“I saw you staring.” Logan chuckles.

“Me? Staring? NAH. NO WAY.” Oscar laughs awkwardly. He knows he’s messed up but he’s not going to risk it.

“Sure?” Logan raises his eyebrow.

“Yea- YEA I was… uhm staring at your little game. That’s right, the silly little game.” Oscar lets out awkward huffs of laughter.

“Right… It was pretty stupid, huh?” Logan adjusts his shirt and looks up.

Oscar can feel his legs grow weak as the sun rays shoot directly into Logan’s eyes and make his eyes glow some gorgeous looking blue colour.

Almost instantly, Logan covers his face with his hand to block the sunlight.

Logan groans, “This sun is going to get the better of me, I swear.”

“Really? I mean yea.” Oscar clears his throat to buy more time for himself, “It’s hot… huh? But I mean the sun’s got its bright sides too…”

“Was that supposed to be a joke?” Logan says as he shifts himself to be standing next to Oscar so the sun doesn’t blast directly into his eyes.

“Yes- wait, no. Was it? I don’t know.” Oscar sputters out in chunks of clearly unthought-through words.

“You’re talking funny Osc.” Logan chuckles.

Oscar turns his head slightly and looks at Logan again, but this time from a like a 3/4 profile. It was more beautiful than ever. Oscar couldn’t stop staring, his eyes were quite literally shining.

Oscar feels like he’s on some ecstasy high.

“Osc. You’re staring… again.” Logan says.

Oscar doesn’t fully process Logan’s words and just nods, “Mhm…”

“That’s all you gotta say?” Logan chuckles slightly.

“Your eyes are pretty.” Oscar blurts out before slapping his mouth.

Shit. What did he just say?

Oscar panics, he isn’t supposed to tell anyone about this.

Logan raises an eyebrow.

“No- Not like in a weird way. It’s just- uhm… I don’t know, they’re glowing right? You get me!” Oscar rambles.

“No… not really.” Logan shakes his head, “But I get why you wanna stare.”

Logan shrugs, flashing a smirk toward Oscar.

Of course Logan had to make a sassy remark.

Oscar awkwardly laughs.

Logan turns his head to face Oscar. Their eyes meet.

For the first time, Oscar’s staring into Logan’s eyes without it being from afar with stolen glances or discreetly staring.

Logan smirks.

Oscar’s in heaven. He’s in paradise.

“Your eyes are gorgeous, you know?” Oscar says.

“I know. Yours are too.” Logan replies.

Oscar’s flattered, he looks down but doesn’t take long before he’s looking back into Logan’s eyes.

They stay like that for a while and honestly, Oscar doesn’t care.

Logan’s eyes are beautiful. They’re breath-taking, they’re stunning.

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low-senka · 1 month ago

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(Friend)ship alphabet- Taylor and Aiden

I just will leave this here.. hope you like it :D

Affection: they both like to play sports and games together, always talking and cuddling with each other. Everyone who looks at them see that they are a cute and extremely energetic duo

Bashful: Both just come shy and nervous when people ask about the person they loved, they provoke each other with that, but when someone appears both look like tomatoes and changing topic

Cuddles: Taylor likes hugs and simple things like put her head on peoples shoulders, now, Aiden is a little gremlin and likes to be a piggyback in others backs and poking them, but that contrast work really well for them because both are just.. chaotic together

Dancing: They like to do pop choreography together, I'm pretty sure that they have a tiktok just for post their dances. Also, Aiden ask for Taylor to teach him how to use his waist because he look like they first moving statue in the world in the beginning

Ending: I can't see they ending their friendship because a fight or something like that, but just when one of they really die or move for other state or country

Fiancé: Taylor and Aiden probably will propose at the same time in a TERRIBLE moment, like just before they die or in the middle of a fight. I'm pretty sure that Ash will punch they after that

Gentle: Taylor is a WAY more gentle than Aiden, just because she don't wanna start a fight while Aiden just wants to see all burn, but he can be really gentle and lovely like he did with Lily

Hugs: Taylor is a calm hugger, Aiden is a bear hugger and also like raise the people and spin and laughs like and idiot

I love you: Aiden just needs to hear that and when Taylor does it almost starts to cry, but he starts to make jokes and say how gay Taylor is. Taylor isn't expecting when Aiden whispers an “I love you too” after a few hours playing games with the group in his house

Jealousy: Aiden is not jealous, but possessive, he never had people who care about him and now that he has, Aiden acts like “Mine, don't touch or I kill you”. Taylor is a little jealous of all her friends, but Ash and Aiden just hits different and make her act strange when other people approach too much

Kiss: The only way I can see them kissing is in a truth or dare game, probably dared by Ben or Logan. They discover that both are really good kissers and Aiden need run for his life when Tyler wants to kill him

Love language: ACTS OF DISTURBING! Aiden and Taylor NEED disturbing each other, even in the freaking phantom dimension! (Both receive punches and slaps from Tyler and Ashley ALL the times)

Marriage: Even Taylor liking matching clothes with Tyler, she really likes dresses and makeup so she will wear a beautiful dress in her marriage, probably trying to not die of anxiety. Aiden is CHAOTIC so of course he will wear a dress, just because he CAN

Normalcy: Play sports and sometimes just… break in Ashlyn house before she returns of her ballet classes and surprise her with they playing her DDR or with a messy room and a post-it with happy faces

Open: Taylor is always open and honest with her friends, always talking about her fears, feelings and thoughts. Aiden feel difficult to be open with they group, just when he, Taylor and Ash have a sleepover and he wake up having a panic attack he starts to be more open and honest with his feelings with theys

Past relationships: Both have their relationship ration, Aiden has some hookups with boys and girls in his trips and Taylor with the school and club people. Now the two are just silly heads in love for the same person

Quiver: Aiden literally falls in front of Taylor just for feel her hands holding him, he just knows she is strong and likes to see little demonstrations of this from time to time, shaking excitement when he gets what wants. Taylor admire Aiden's courage and confidence, she never feel more weak than when he jump off the wall with a knife in the mouth

Realize: Sharing the same love interest is a little strange for them, because neither one wants to stay without that person, so both start to imagine what they can do and Aiden says “What about we three together?” and after that they start to think and desenvolve feelings, they just don't ask for date because both are fearful that person don't accept this

Sick: A sick Aiden acts like a little kid and Taylor and mostly Ben just need to have a Buda patience to take care of him. A sick Taylor sleep almost the entire day, have some fever delusionals and become needy, but Aiden, Tyler and the other don't care about lie with she and cuddle her until she feel better

Talk: Both talk loud, fast and at the same time about different topics causing only they can understand what the hell is going on

Ugly: If one day Aiden says something about Taylor is ugly, all his group (mostly Tyler) can smack the shit outta him because he’s going crazy. Taylor love his style, his hair and all of him, not even one thing bad

Vanished: Expect one crazy and psycho Aiden, he will do whatever he needs to have Taylor back, no matter what. Taylor will freak out and probably cry before do something, she trust he can care of himself so she will try take this more calm than him

Whole: They can work very well without the other, live their life and do they things and just go to bed and talk for Facetime until one of they fall asleep

Xtra: Both likes adrenaline so sometimes Aiden take her to go in amusement parks to play in the rollercoasters

Y me?: Sometimes Aiden feels insecure and needs to hear it, Taylor loves to support him and show how important he is for her. Taylor just like to hear him saying it, she is a romantic and loving girl, just it

Zzzz: They likes sleep in group and these two always lay on Ashlyn, she is comfortable and soft so no one can judge them

#taylor hernandez #sbg #aiden sbg #aiden clark #shipp not shipp #friends to lovers #i love taylor #I love aiden #ashlyn sbg #ashlyn banner

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dystopyx-blog · 2 months ago

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TWST as Sanders Sides incorrect quotes

I switched around different options for Roman cuz im still unsure–I tried Vil, Sebek, and Cater. I think also Kalim could easily switch with Ortho, especially cuz how Patton is with Virgil

I just copied literally everything from this comp lol so it's pretty lengthy thus imma add a

Azul: as they say in theater, Fracture a femur

Idia: what?

Azul: the actual saying is "break a leg," buy I improved it.

Idia: I hate both of those equally.

Vil: should go towards reaching some sort of peak!

MC: some sort of beak...

Vil: what? No.

MC: OH, like climbing a tall tree all the way up to a bird's nest, birds have beaks, and from there I will be able to take flight.

Vil: ... you know what? Sure. You took the long way around but we got there.

Jamil: Guilty as charged–

Idia: hi, hello, what do you want?

Jamil: *sassy lip smack* thank you, Idia, I love how you just ruined my dramatic introduction. Mwah mwah, so good.

Idia: well your face ruined my day, so we'll call it even.

Kalim: I don't want to make you think you're some...

Sebek: Stupid, dirty, rotten, filthy, silly, Billy, no good for nothing, white, rat, scoundrel bitch.

Kalim: okay, thank you, Sebek, for your help.

Sebek: you're welcome.

MC: honestly I'm good,,, fam

Kalim: now don't you go shortening the word family by cutting out my three favorite letters: I-L-Y.

MC: sounds like he's against [some twst equivalent of nazis??? Ig??? Idk????], so... why not hear him out, yknow?

Idia: that cannot be where the bar is.

Azul: I've taken this form because I didn't want to be too... invasive.

Vil: you very much did not succeed.

Cater: two tickets to Surprise City, you and me, right? I get the window seat.

Idia: did I screw everything up?

Vil: no, I threw out your vote so you couldn't do that.

Jamil: why would that be wrong?

Kalim: because MC gave their word. But you wouldn't know anything about words, would ya mister?

Jamil: I don't know what you mean.

Kalim: giving your word is an act of honesty between–

Jamil: what, I can't understand you, I don't know anything about words

Kalim: okay, alright, we've got a smart Alec over here, huh?

Vil: I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about me behind my back.

Azul: oh, I wouldn't talk about you behind your back. You would still hear everything I was saying. I would talk about you in another room.

Vil: ... fair enough.

Idia: I'm too emotionally unstable for jury duty, can I be excused?

Cater: why didn't they just talk to us! ... More.

MC: You're the boss, hoss.

Sebek: what does that mean? I'm not hoss. I'm Sebek.

Idia: I never thought I would be able to say this without sounding like a hypocrite, but you are a huge nerd.

(Yes ik that was a Logan ergo Azul line but this is myyyyyyy incorrect quotes post)

Jamil: does everyone understand their parts?

Cater: um, I broke my gavel

Jamil: I don't care–Wonderful.

Idia: are you actually asking me that question?… I’m genuinely asking because I-I can’t tell. D-do you want me to—I can count them out—

Azul: no—

Idia: 7,430

Azul: no, no, no—

Idia: you’re just so literal, I-I don’t—

Cater: BOOOOO

MC: you don’t want me to live a long healthy life?

Cater: I mean like sure, whatever, but, like, why? What is it all for?

Idia: objection, judges don’t object

Jamil: objection, neither can the jury.

Cater: Well that settles it. MC is guilty.

Idia: wh-wh—the jury decides if he’s guilty—what am I doing, I don’t care. ~

MC: you okay buddy? You look real sad in this photo I just took. ~

“why have a ballroom with no balls?”

Floyd: *snicker*

MC: no, no, I’m an adult, so that’s not funny.

Kalim: you woke up at 6am dull to go get it!

MC: 6am dull, do you mean sharp?

Kalim: no, that’s really early for you. So you weren’t able to get out of bed until like…. 6:08?

Cater: that sucks, what does the judge even do?

Kalim: *double thumbs up* his best!

MC: why is the saying “karma’s a bitch”? Why can’t it be… karma is a very fair person.

Cater: uh, why does their complexion matter?

Azul: maybe it’s time that we take a look at the bigger picture here.

MC: *sigh* … *points to picture on ramshackle wall* you talking about that picture?

Azul: yes, I still don’t quite understand it.

MC: I just liked it, Azul, I don’t know why you’re so confused by it, this is like the seventh time you’ve asked about it.

Azul: Nevermind, it doesn’t matter. Now that we’ve looked at that, let’s return to the task at hand.

Cater: okay, time out for thee, and time out for thee, focus on issues, or focus on me.

Jamil: Ooh, said with the confidence of a man who has his hand stuck in the cookie jar. In a cookie factory. And his pants are down. And they’re on fire.

MC: We get it.

MC: you’re right you’re right you’re right you’re right you’re right

Azul: well now you’re just pandering to my fondness for being told that I’m right.

MC: you’re right!

Kalim: I just think we should all just try to relax.

Idia: …. You do realize who you’re talking to, right?

Azul: of course you and I have our differences. We disagree on many things.

Cater: ehhhhhhh, understatement much?

Azul: wow.

Kalim: sometimes… it’s just this *holds up hand in an o shape*

Cater: a bagel.

Kalim: what? No. Maybe. No, nothing, it’s nothing.

Cater: aawwww

I'll be sure to collect more next time I binge sanders sides lol

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dragonbreth · 1 year ago

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cry fest| Baby mama AU 2

Warnings: swearing, 18+ ideas, smut, teen mom

Authors note: first time writing smut so bear with me!

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Mark had walked off with your 4 year old son, you didn’t think in the moment that you had just handed a random man your child. Your mind blanked for a few minutes as you stood staring at the spot where mark once stood.

About 20 minutes later mark returned with your child. “Hey baby mama! Here’s baby- wait. Why don’t you have a hat?” He asked “my friend took mine” you laughed, before you could say anything more you felt the weight of something being placed on your head.

You heard O’s coming from some of the boys near by. “Cowboy rule! Cowboy rule! Cowboy rule!” A few of marks friends chanted “shit! I forgot about that..” he said lowly “forgot about what?” You asked quietly afraid of the answer. “Where the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy.” Mark answered with a smirk looping his finger in to your belt loops.

“Uhm what?” You asked bluntly, before you knew it mark handed Logan to your nearby friend and was dragging you upstairs to his room. You didn’t know what was going to happen.

You walked into the room, looked at mark and then felt a sudden urge. You grabbed marks face and pressed yours against his harshly. “Whoa cowgirl, calm down.” He replied with another smirk.

“I want you. I need you.” You told him out of breath, you threw your hat in the floor and started to undress. You laid on the bed waiting for mark to help you.

“Oh ok.” He said bending down slowly to your legs, you spread your legs and waited for mark to start. He stuck one finger in and pumped a few times, then two, then three before he could feel your pussy tighten around his fingers. “Wow your tight baby.” He said softly.

You leaned up and grabbed the collar of his shirt, “fuck me please” you begged. You were never the type to beg but he had you feeling a type of way.

Half way through your stomach started to turn. We’re you getting nervous? “Can we stop” you asked barely above a whisper “speak up princess” mark responded “can we stop” you asked again “did I do something wrong?” He questioned “no! No! It’s me.” You said as you pulled your clothes back on.

Walked out of the room and into a bathroom nearby and slammed the door. You fell to the ground and started crying, everything going through your head was about Garrett. We’re you scared mark would do the same? Silly you, mark and you weren’t dating. Your in over your head.

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This one’s shorter but I wanted to get the second chapter out by tonight since I won’t be able to post tomorrow.

#mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa x female reader #mark estapa au #mark estapa

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btr-rewatch · 1 year ago

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Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 2: “Big Time Crib”

It's nice to be in the "real" series now! I thought I was going to be stuck reviewing episode one forever.

Highlights: Shenanigans abound, Bandana Man makes his first appearance, and the guys get an apartment makeover.

We begin at the Palm Woods pool, where the guys have just returned from an exhausting day of rehearsals. Before they can get any time to relax, they're kicked out on account of a dog food commercial being filmed there. Several of the commercial's crew members pick up the boys and deposit them into the Palm Woods lobby.

I happened to pause the episode here to write that above paragraph and had to screenshot it. I'd mentioned in the previous post how I remember there being a clear pairing of Kendall & Logan and then James & Carlos, and whaddya know? There it is again. Also, I like Kendall and Logan's matching poses.

Since it's after 9pm, Bitters kicks them out of the lobby, leaving the boys no choice but to retreat to their ugly apartment. I totally forgot that 2J looked terrible in the beginning!

Also, the theme song! It's been so long since I've seen this opening theme song. So fun. Really brings back memories of my dad walking into the room and going, "This silly show again?"

YES, DAD.

The boys are upset that they're stuck in a dump while other residents get much nicer accommodations. Bitters attempts to point out all the positives of their apartment, but it doesn't sway the guys. Moments after Bitters leaves, a pipe bursts, and Carlos responds to it in a way only Carlos can.

This brings back another vague memory of the times my dad would sometimes sit and watch BTR with me and ask, "What's wrong with him?" whenever Carlos did, like...anything, lol.

The guys need a better place to live, and they get a glimpse of that possibility the following day at Rocque Records when they see a drawing of an apartment set that's going to be used in an upcoming promotional video. Griffin wants each of them interviewed for it.

James thinks they should all wear bandanas. This is another thing I'd forgotten about; James had a bandana obsession. I do remember Bandana Man!

The reaction on their faces to James's suggestion is great.

Not gonna happen, James. Keep dreaming.

After the meeting, the guys get right to scheming on how to get the set built in their apartment instead. Well, it's mostly Kendall doing the scheming. Logan thinks it's never going to work, James thinks bandanas will somehow solve their problems, and Carlos is just along for the ride.

They end up recruiting Camille to help with their plan, and she instructs the builders of the set to bring it to the Palm Woods instead. Logan impersonates Griffin (against his will) and then voices his displeasure at this whole entire plan. He does not want to get into trouble. But, like...shouldn't he be used to it? This is what you sign up for when you decide to be friends with Kendall, James, and Carlos.

We hear the "Logie" nickname for the first time in this episode!

Logan points out that a major problem with their plan is that Mrs. Knight is certainly going to take notice of a bunch of people in the apartment from 11-3. We cut immediately to Mrs. Knight informing the boys that she's going to be out job-hunting the following day from 11-3. Cue Kendall throwing Logan this look:

Logan, don't you know by now that things always end up working out for Kendall?

The guys end up getting the interviews moved to the Palm Woods pool and proceed to split up in order to tackle the remaining tasks. And I must say that one of my favorite moments is when Kelly goes to check on how the set is coming and we get that little scene of Carlos and Katie in the studio just making construction sounds.

This is one of those scenes that's lived rent-free in my head for 13 years for some reason. I've forgotten so much about this show, but Carlos sitting there running the power tools and hammering that pile of wood boards earned a reserved place in my brain. I don't know why. But it's a scene that has popped into my thoughts every so often over the years.

Meanwhile, at James's interview...

This show is peak comedy.

Lots of shenanigans happen from here, and for a moment, it looks like the plan is going to fall apart. James Bandana Man saves the day by locking Bitters in a supply closet that, for some reason, has a very simple latch lock on the outside??

This makes absolutely zero sense. For what reason would you choose this type of lock for a supply closet? Literally anyone can open it?? This is serving no purpose.

Anyway! The guys get their super cool new crib installed, they film their music video, and Gustavo has the crew immediately take the set apart and revert the apartment back to its previous state. Sadness once again reigns supreme in 2J.

Their video and interviews are a success, but Gustavo still needs his dogs to face consequences for all their sneakiness. He has them practice harmonies for ten hours with no breaks, which sounds illegal to me?? The boys are only 16, right? Idk, this feels like it's violating some kind of law. Needless to say, they're all tired and bummed when they arrive home. That is, until they see that their apartment has been transformed back!

Gustavo explains that it's a "bone" being thrown to them but not to expect any more. Kelly notes that Gustavo likes the boys but he insists that he does not. Yeah, right. Gustavo loves his dogs.

And that's where the episode ends. It's an enjoyable one for sure—lots of funny moments. Totally different feel to "Big Time Audition" though, and I'm already mourning the loss of Original Kendall. He was still scheming and manipulative in this, but it was in a purely goofy way. There was none of that "fire" that we saw several times in BTA. No edge. First Episode Kendall had an edge. Why has the edge been smoothed away by EPISODE 2?? Does it come back in some spots during the series? I can't remember. I still love him, though.

ok, the end.

#big time rush #btr #btr rewatch #btr season 1 #kendall knight #carlos garcia #james diamond #logan mitchell

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