#ella: logan

[bipolareffigy]

Kiss me twice cuz it’s gonna be alright~

[st4rsdoyoulikedem]

We always talk about Zack Brown/Andrea Stella/McLaren having a type, but they’re not the only team who does. Let me show you:

Of course we know the type allegations began with Crash and Eddie aka Lando and Oscar but the McLaren family has more Landoscar lookalikes than you might think:

Ella and Bianca might not look like Landoscar at first sight but look closer and see their postures and personalities exactly match. Ella has the “🧍‍♂️” pose down to a tea like Oscar, and Bia is smiling the whole video like Lando. Like look at Bia and Lando’s photo together and tell me that’s not the exact same smile. I have no words for the arrow McLaren boys, they speak for themselves.

Moving onto Williams.

Logan Sargeant lookalike count: 2 (prob even more). For the people who aren’t familiar with these two Logan Sargeant lookalikes: The one in the first 2 pictures is Luke Browning, williams academy driver in F2 for 2025, aka Loscar’s lovechild. We all remember where we were when that first photo dropped. Like just look at Luke and Logan side by side. The other one in a prema suit is Oleksander Bondarev, williams academy driver in Italian F4 for 2025. When I saw this picture of him I somehow thought it was Logan, and he even fits the narrative; prema driver in the williams driver academy.

We are now moving into; a thing academy drivers from a certain team have in common or certain academy drivers who look alike.

First up: Ferarri.

Firstly Aurelia Nobels being Charles’ daughter proof. Their eyes are sooo similar it has to be family. Then we move onto a weirdly specific thing Ferarri’s academy drivers have in common. (Almost) all the boys have brown hair and both the girls have blond hair. Not that special but just a funny coincidence.

I’ve now reached my photo limit for this post but I’m not done yet so you can expect another post like this sometime in the next week.

[cdragons]

You'll Be Safe - Chapter 7

RAFE CAMERON WAS GROWING MORE BORED WITH EACH MINUTE AND WOULD GO OUT OF HIS FUCKING MIND IF HE DIDN’T GET OUT OF THIS DINNER AT SOME POINT. The meal hadn’t even fucking started yet, and he was already on his second glass of whiskey neat. The only thing that could qualify as “entertainment” was Ellie Chen’s giant black cat taking one look at his old man and trying to claw the shit outta him – to which Rafe only raised a glass to celebrate the tough bastard. Whether the animal gave a nod of approval or a glare of dismissal in return was none of his business.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you. Can I request matchmaking if requests are still open? It can be romantic or platonic.

(X men/Hobbit/Lotr/Dc/Marvel/Harry Potter/Disney/ I hope it's not too much.) I'm 1.75 tall, chubby, white skinned girl. I am 23 years old. I have curly brown hair that reaches my shoulders and brown eyes. I'm a Gemini. I'm from the Infp.Ravenclaw building. Most of the time I am heterosexual but occasionally I think I am homosexual. I love writing stories, reading, digital drawing, watching movies and listening to music. I am interested in witchcraft, parapsychology, herbs and crystals. I love animals. (Except for those I'm afraid of.) I have an understanding, kind and caring nature. I'm not a brawler. But there are times when my patience runs out. I'm a very loyal person and I can't say no. Sometimes I feel like people don't really understand or don't want to understand me. I'm emotional. I am willing to help everyone,

Hi! You are not disturbing me, don't worry :) Matchups were open when you sent this in! Thank you for requesting one! I hope you like it, I'm so sorry for the long wait <33333

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Romantic

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X-Men -

Logan Howlett:

🏍 You met Logan when he visited the X-Mansion - having the mutation to speak to all animals, you were instantly intrigued by the man who had the same name as a Wolverine; Logan was also intrigued by you as well, finding you incredibly kind

🏍 After a couple of months, Logan was actually the one to confess to you, whilst the both of you were on a mission together

🏍 For some odd reason, Logan feels immensely calm around you - he liked to joke that it was because of your mutation and his almost animalistic characteristics; it just brings the both of you closer together

🏍 Logan was actually very interested in your interests - he had never met anyone who was interested in witchcraft - he'd often watch and follow as you went out into forests for herbs and go out to shop for crystals

🏍 You both compliment each other perfectly, both being very loyal to those that you care about, and feeling that others don't understand you; overall, you and Logan are a perfect match

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The Hobbit -

Tauriel:

🍂 You were actually a part of the Company when you first met Tauriel; she actually saved you from a giant spider before she, Legolas, and the other Elven guards captured you

🍂 Despite herself, Tauriel visited you a couple of times during the time of your capture; seeing as you weren't a Dwarf or Hobbit - she wanted to know why you had joined them on their journey

🍂 She actually felt sad that you would have to be locked up away until your stubborn King Thorin said otherwise to Thranduil - she knew that it was not your fault that Dwarves and Elves fought; she was chestfallen when you, the Dwarves, and Hobbit escaped

🍂 She was able to catch up with you, joining you at Bard's home; there you and Tauriel spoke about your interests, there she found out that you were a witch and healer

🍂 After the battle of the five armies - you and Tauriel fighting alongside each other - she convinced you to live in Mirkwood with her, and really, how could you say no?

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Lord Of The Rings -

Faramir:

⭐ You were actually childhood friends with Faramir - and Boromir but he isn't a man of quality... Anyway, you and Faramir had a very special connection

⭐ You both are very interesting in reading and writing - writing to each other if either were away (doing whatever Faramir/you do)

⭐ Though, when you do find yourselves in each other's presence - which is very often - you spend most of your time sitting comfortably reading together

⭐ When he could, Faramir likes to follow you around and learn more about witchcraft, listening intently as you explained spells, herbs, and so on - in which, later, Faramir gifted you a crystal that you had been wanting - (he really is a man of quality)

⭐ You and Faramir feel very comfortable with each other, feeling seen, and heard - Faramir believes that you are the most beautiful person in all of Middle Earth, your beautiful mind marveling above most - he plans to court you - if you wish to do so - in the future

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DC -

Clark Kent;

📰 You met Clark when you accidently bumped into him on your way to work, you coffee crashing and drenching yours and Clark's shirt - you were both very apologetic, and Clark offered to buy you a new coffee (cliche, I know); you got his number in the end (win-win)

📰 What was quite funny at the time, you bumped into Clark again! I know, life is crazy... But, you and Clark bumped into each other - thankfully on both of your days off - and the both of you decided to take a walk around a park together

📰 A couple of months later, you and Clark had become a couple - and then... You met Superman - and you instantly knew he was Clark (despite the spell his glasses held) you knew, witchcraffttttt

📰 You knowing, though worrying Clark that you might become a target, (you could take care of yourself); overall, it did bring the two of you closer together - power couple

📰 Clark loves how much you cared for the people you loved/cared about; he loves how much you help others, and he loves how loyal you are - and he loves how interested you are in parapsychology, he finds your interests very... Well, interesting

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Marvel -

Natasha Romanoff:

🌹 You met Nat when you joined the Avengers - you are quite powerful - having the power to talk to animals and many forms of witchcraft

🌹 She really first started spending time with you after a particularly tough mission between the both of you - she had that 'awe crap, i'm in love moment' when you got shot - though you quickly healed yourself with your craft

🌹 From then on, you and Nat were attached to the hip, spending most of your time together - snacking, baking, reading, training, missions, and even drawing together on rare occasions

🌹 You even had your first kiss at one of Tony's parties, dancing together during a slow song; it was very romantic, the world just fading away around the both of you

🌹 You and Natasha are truly amazing together - amazing fighters, amazing minds, and amazing hearts

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Harry Potter -

Fleur:

💌 You met Fleur during the tournament, as she walked down the rows of tables in the Great Hall, you were in love; as simple as that (and it wasn't just because she was half Veela)

💌 Fleur had felt quite the same, as she walked down the rows of tables, her eyes met yours, and there was just this amazing connection - a zing if you will - and from then on, you and Fleur met up as much as you could during the tournament

💌 When you could spend time together - though few in between - you would meet up in the library and read together, share your favorite books, and often softly read to each other

💌 After the tournament, you both swapped addresses, so the both of you could keep in touch; when possible, you both met up during the summer

💌 When you both spent time together during the summer, you and Fleur would often take walks, spending time in forests and wildflower fields, often braiding each other's hair; life was peaceful and perfect

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Disney -

Ella:

🕊 You met Ella at the ball of all places, dressed in your finest attire, you spotted Ella when she was dancing with the Prince; you found her incredibly beautiful and oh-so wished that you could be dancing with her

🕊 After the ball, you had heard that the Prince was having another ball, for he still needed to find a woman to marry - you guessed that he and Ella didn't have the connection everyone thought they had

🕊 The next time you saw Ella, you were in the market, getting herbs, when you ran into her - you felt a instant connection, there was just something about her smile, her eyes, that you - and Ella - felt something between the both of you

🕊 You often met up to talk when shopping in the market, which you both usually just ended up talking more than shopping; you both spoke about your interests, drawing, reading, and so on

🕊 It wasn't until later that you heard about her living situation; it was then your wish to take her out of that environment - you had a plan to help her

🕊 And you did, when the time was right, you asked Ella to move in with you - you had more than enough room, and she said yes; and from then on, the both of you lived happily ever after

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[inevitablemoment]

My Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire Experience

First, I just want to say.... HOLY CRAP, I had so much fun! I have waited for this movie for so long, and while there are a few things that I were waiting for that didn't happen, it still lived up to the hype.

Spoilers under the cut.

So, my parents and I saw this in an MXC theater at our local Marquee. The seats were recliners that went back and forth with a button, and I loved that. But the sound system was... very loud. Let's just say, it's like if an audio version of 3D and THX had a baby. It was cool, but I didn't like that. And there were a lot more room in the aisles than their standard theaters.

The previews were surprisingly short, which was a relief. I have been waiting for this movie for MONTHS!

So, first, THAT CHASE SCENE AT THE BEGINNING!

It's no secret how much I love Callie, and seeing her as a Ghostbuster makes me so happy.

When Phoebe called her mother "Callie," my heart dropped a little and I just knew that we were in for a rocky ride.

Hearing that familiar staccato motif just put a smile on my face... which then turned into tears when Egon was mentioned.

But knowing that the music video for the title song is in-canon as well is fucking hilarious.

Ah, Dickless. I did NOT miss you.

Also, how did Peck get elected mayor? He is probably the most unlikable character in the Ghostbusters universe. But then again, a certain someone involved in many legal battles was elected President, so why should I question it?

I LOVE the domesticity of the firehouse scene; dinner, movie night, laundry, all the background.

Also, there's something hot about Callie wearing her flightsuit as pants with the top half tied up.

"GHOST DOG!"

"We both got some action." "Yeah, we did." Okay, already, this film has solidified my love for Callie and Gary as a couple. I am soft for them.

Gary trying to be tough and then apologizing instantly.

Callie Spengler laughs and it cleared my acne.

I know that they're trying to stop the containment unit from blowing, but PHYSICAL CONTACT!

Also, Callie is surprisingly BUFF. Can she hold me, please?

RAY STANTZ, MY SWEET BOY!

He's all but adopted Podcast, he just needs the paperwork.

"The hammer gets the views."

Honestly, I think the Stay-Puft company should just go defunct, with all of the paranormal shit.

JANINE, MY GIRL! SHE'S BACK!

Callie lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone while sipping a drink is a whole ass mood.

Poor Trevor... but goddamn, it's still as funny now as it was forty years ago.

That longing look on Ray's face as the Ecto passed by the shop...

I did not have "Phoebe Spengler likes girls" on my bingo card for this movie, but... I love it.

Part 2 will be coming soon. I just don't think that I can fit in everything that I loved about this movie into one post.

[cass1x1]

💪

@carlyraejcpsen

Ella knows the moment Logan stops absently tracing lines on her skin. It's not that he stops his hands, precisely. It's more that he seems to be paying attention to his hands, their movements slow and steady but deliberate. "What happened here?" he mutters, so softly she isn't quite sure she's meant to respond. He doesn't have to clarify what he means--she knows the jagged white line his fingers are following, several inches long from her ankle almost all the way up her calf.

She doesn't really react--not to move her leg or try to change so he can't see it--until he repeats her name. "Ella?"

"Hm?"

"What happened to your leg?" He reached the top of it a moment ago, and his fingers rest there, running softly over the ridge of the scar. There's something about his tone, too. He's not just asking to fill the space--they'd been sitting in a peaceful, comfortable silence before he found it. He needs her to answer.

The lie comes tumbling to her lips almost faster than she can stop it. "I--mm." She presses her lips together, biting down on the insides of them to keep the words inside her. It's harder for her to find the words when a story is not about her clumsiness, or carelessness, or adventurous childhood. Harder when she knows a story makes someone else the bad guy. Logan's hand pauses a moment, waiting for some sign that she isn't sure how to give. She wonders if she should move her leg off his lap, but she can't bring herself to. They've been apart for years; why would they need more space now?

She lets out a sigh, and he resumes his gentle tracing. It's soothing, really. And from where she's sitting, she can watch his profile. He was looking at his hands and her ankle before, but now he's looking off at nothing, into the distance. That makes it easier too; he's not looking at her when she clears her throat and starts again. "My stepsister…" Her voice wavers but if Logan notices, he doesn't say anything. His hand keeps a slow pace, running gently up and down alongside the scar. There's a hardness to his eyes, but they stay fixed on that spot in the distance. "I made--she was angry at me."

His hand hesitates, right at the pace where the scar turns sharply toward the back of her leg. She can feel it tense, but he still doesn't do anything else. Just waits. "She was angry and I--I forget why, but she was, and I tried to make her feel better, and she…" She swallows hard. He rests his hand on her leg firmly, and the weight is strangely comforting. "She threw a glass. I don't think she meant to hit me with it--a-and she didn't. It didn't hit me but it hit the wall and shattered and…and it startled me, and I fell, and…"

The cut wasn't deep, just long. Almost the length of her whole calf, in a jagged line. She'd treated it with a first aid kit, and it healed down to a scar so thin, Ella doesn't think anyone has noticed it before.

[emmafallsinlove]

what is your brutally honest opinion on rory and logan?

i'm telling myself i don't want to be a hater but i am even though there are parts of their relationship i grew to love he's the worst. he's the king of manipulation, making it all about him, doesn't respect her space and always thinks he knows better & he has the worst fucking life. everything is a game to him, an ultimatum, the way he calls rory 'ace' is just the worst turn off ever. she is barely herself when she's around him, she barely reads books, 'their' apartment is basically his even though they living together so it feels like she's just having the longest sleepover in his place. every time he makes plans just for the two of them (or at least that's what rory is assuming) it ends up being an event with other people in it. he never stood up to what is father said to her and basically let her drooped out of yale, never did anything to help her go back to school, never did anything to make her go talk to lorelai again. he is love bombing her with gifts and coffee carts and all those stuff. he buys her a birking bag and honestly rory doesn't care about any of it. the bridesmaids 'accident' was the biggest red flag that he has over stayed his welcome. being a jerk to rory's friends, never show up when it's important to her but rather he's gonna spend millions of dollars in vegas instead of showing up to lane's baby shower party.... he doesn't even try to know rory and her friends and her world all he ever does is try to change her to fit into his. he humiliated her in front of her entire class along side finn & colin so honestly i don't get what was so fucking funny in it. he has no respect for rory, no respect for lorelai, he is just.... he steals from emily and richard when he has this dinner thing at their house and then make sure the maid who desperately needs the job (i am assuming) gets the blame on it. he steal a fucking yacht with rory & doesn't even care she needs to do a community services while he does nothing and never held any consequences for his action. treat people that don't have lots of money as they below him (as with marty) and doesn't understand what's wrong with that. says he would factor rory in & she should do whatever she wanna do and then breaks up with her because it's marrige or nothing. having an affair while being engaged and just - god, i don't love them. maybe rory was good for him for helping him change a bit in s7 but he was never good for rory! she deserves better & i'm so glad she said no to him.

Send me a ship and I'll give you my brutally honest opinion on it

[brummie-man-interests]

Ella Logan was a Scottish-American actress and singer.

[hwdownandout]

Ella Logan

[hrtmade]

tag drop, 3 / ?

[bipolareffigy]

idk who said this first but logan calling wade princess is close to canon in my book and i WILL be including it in every fic that i possibly can.

[meeraonpole]

What Did You Call Me? !dad oscar

It was a rare off-day for Oscar, a peaceful afternoon where he didn’t have to worry about race strategy, media obligations, or sim sessions. Instead, he was sprawled out on the living room floor, building an elaborate LEGO tower with his four-year-old daughter, Ella.

The little girl sat cross-legged, her tiny hands carefully stacking colorful bricks with all the concentration in the world. Her tongue poked out in deep thought, just like her dad’s did whenever he was focused. You sat curled up on the couch, watching the scene unfold with a soft smile, warmed by the sight of your husband enjoying fatherhood so effortlessly.

“Hey, Oscar, can you pass me the blue one?” Ella asked, pointing to a stray LEGO piece near his knee.

Oscar’s head snapped up. His brows furrowed in confusion as he turned to face his daughter. “What… did you just call me?”

Ella blinked at him innocently. “Oscar.”

You had to bite down on your lip to keep from bursting into laughter at the sheer look of betrayal on Oscar’s face. He gasped, pressing a hand to his chest as if she had physically wounded him. “Excuse me?”

“Oscar,” she repeated matter-of-factly.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer. A snort escaped you before you covered your mouth, shaking with silent laughter. “Oh, babe, she’s already demoting you to first-name basis? Tough crowd.”

Oscar shot you a playful glare before turning back to his daughter. “Ella, sweetheart, why are you calling me Oscar?”

She tilted her head. “That’s your name.”

“Well, yeah, but to you, I’m Daddy.”

Ella’s little brows scrunched together in thought, processing the information. “But everyone else calls you Oscar. Mommy does. Uncle Lando and Uncle Logan do. The people on TV do, too.”

Oscar sighed dramatically, scooting closer to her. “That’s true, love, but you’re special. Only you get to call me Daddy. It’s like your superpower.”

She pouted, not entirely convinced. “Not even Osc? Like Mommy calls you?”

You burst into laughter again, shaking your head. “Oh no, baby, that’s exclusively a Mommy privilege.”

Oscar chuckled, wrapping an arm around Ella and pulling her into a warm hug. “Exactly. You calling me Daddy is special. It’s my favorite name, you know.”

Ella still looked a little unsure, her tiny fingers playing with the hem of his McLaren hoodie. “But… I wanted to call you Oscar like everyone else.”

Oscar pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I get it, but trust me, ‘Daddy’ is way better. Only one person in the whole wide world gets to call me that, and that’s you. Not even Uncle Lando can call me that.”

Ella giggled at the thought of Uncle Lando calling her dad ‘Daddy.’ “That’d be so silly.”

Oscar smirked. “Exactly. So, what do you say? Will you stick with Daddy?”

She gave it a moment of deep thought, then nodded with a grin. “Okay, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

You cooed at the sight, your heart melting at the pure love between them. “Oh, my heart. This is way too cute.”

Ella beamed up at you before turning back to Oscar. “But Daddy?”

“Yeah, love?”

She leaned in, whispering loudly. “Can I call you Oscar sometimes? Just for fun?”

Oscar laughed, squeezing her tight. “Only if it’s really, really funny.”

“Deal.”

You sighed happily, sinking deeper into the couch as you watched them go back to their LEGO masterpiece, giggles filling the cozy living room. Life was good, and moments like these made it even better.

Someone else did something like this before but i lost there username if you know it plz tag them.

Alsoo ive been obsessed with dadoscar and dadlando fics so if u have any ideas for that plz let me know n i will do it

[meetmypointlessaddiction]

we don't have to take our clothes off | l.howlett

Summary: everyone warns you about Logan but they don't see the side of him that you get to see

Tags: fluff, probably ooc Logan but who cares he's adorable, slight mention of being fuck buddies (don't know if that's tag worthy but oh well)

title is a song by Ella Eyre, came on my playlist and the inspiration hit, hope you enjoy

When the x-men found out about your relationship with Logan, many of them were apprehensive, warning you about Logan’s closed off emotions and how it was more than likely that he only wanted a fuck buddy and nothing more. You were, of course, very quick to defend him but the team were hesitant to believe you, worried that you were only going to get your heart broken. 

In public, Logan was very touchy, a hand on your ass, a kiss here or a hickey on your neck to claim his woman but what the rest of the team didn’t see was the Logan that you fell in love with. The Logan that didn’t need sex to feel loved, the Logan that would simply lay and watch a movie on the couch with you. 

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Night time was when Logan really came out of his shell. The rest of the mansion was asleep, children in their rooms, asleep or not, and adults deciding to either grade papers in their offices or get an early night. You and Logan did neither.

“Logan! Shhh gonna wake everyone up!” Hissing at him through laughter as he curses out the baking tray he just burnt his fingers on. “Stupid man. You’re 200 years old and you still haven’t learned to let the tray cool down before you pick it up?” Logan shoots you a dirty look, you holding his hand under the cold water, gasping as he flicked some at me. “Dick.” 

He smiled, moving his hand from under the tap and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Healing powers, bub. Don’t need to hold my hand under the tap.” He teased and you just rolled your eyes, flicking some water back at him before turning the water off. He just shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, an action reserved for when you were alone. “Anyone else tried to warn you about me today?” He mumbled in your ear and you shook your head. 

“I don’t give them chance anymore, babe. This is the side of you that they don’t get to see.” He grinned against your neck before pulling away abruptly, spinning you around in his arms. 

“Dance with me.” 

“What? There’s no musi- hey!” You laughs as he pulls you against him again, spinning you slowly and swaying with you head held against his chest. 

“Don’t need music baby, just need you.”

Hope you enjoyed, please like and reblog if you did 💛

Dividers: @coolcatsgraphics

[lostinlovingrevery]

Easy Living

Worst! Wolverine X F! Reader

A/N: I was giggling like a fool writing this. Put a stop to the circle of violence!!! Give him love! Give him security!! Also based off the song Easy Living by Ella Fitzgerald!

Plot: It's easy living with you

Warnings: None, this is pure teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 832

Living for you is easy living

It's easy to live when you're in love

And I'm so in love

There's nothing in life but you

Logan's eyes cracked open at the sound of the soft music playing in some other part of the apartment. He looked over to your side of the bed, it was empty, but he could still feel the warmth of you. He sat up, his tired muscles complaining at the movement, but he pushed through. 

He shoved the comforter off, his feet making contact to the cold hardwood floor. He adjusted his sweatpants that sat low on his hips and slowly lumbered to the kitchen, moving through the small apartment as he passed picture frames hung on the walls. Pictures filled with him, Wade, Laura, you, and all your other friends. He sleepily scratched his stomach, a small yawn escaped him. 

I’ll never regret the things I'm giving

They're easy to give when you're in love

I'm happy to do whatever I do for you

He walked into the threshold of your kitchen. He smiled warmly at the sight of you. Your back was turned, your attention towards the oven, where he could smell the scent of bacon and eggs cooking. Next to the oven on the counter was a plate of blueberry and chocolate waffles, already made and waiting. 

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, highlighting your figure in the small kitchen. A few messy dishes sat in the sink. Plates with knives and forks set atop them on the table in the corner. A carton of orange juice sat on the counter, next to two mugs, and paper towels soaked next to them, a few droplets of the juice sat on the counter. 

Your hair pulled up in a messy bun, and you were adorning one of his t-shirts, a Led Zeppelin shirt you gifted him- yet ended up stealing and wearing it when you go to bed anyway. The sound of sizzling bacon mixed with the old jazz song playing in the background. Ella Fitzgerald - Your favorite. Your hips rocked back and forth languidly to the song, he could hear your quiet hums.

For you maybe I'm a fool, but it's fun

People say you rule me with one wave of your hand

Darling, it's grand; they just don't understand

He came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You lifted your head up to look at him and smiled, 

“Hi Lo.”

“Hey bub.” He hummed. “You snuck out of bed.”

A small giggle escaped you. “I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.” you inform him, as your hand grabbed the spatula to flip the slices of turkey bacon on the pan. He rested his chin on your shoulder, observing the food that you have been putting together - for him. 

How’d he get here?

Living for you is easy living

It's easy to live when you're in love

And I'm so in love

There's nothing in life but you

He pressed another soft kiss to your cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickled your cheek, making you giggle as you turned your head away from him. Noticing your reaction, he pursued, attempting to scratch his beard over your cheek and down to your neck, making you erupt into a fit of giggles as you tried to push him away.

“Lo! Stop that tickles!” You shrieked, but his arms tightened around your waist, and he began to attack your neck and jaw with kisses and gentle love bites. You hummed, arms settling over his as he laid down his love over you. 

You reached over, flipping the burner for the eggs and bacon off.

For you maybe I'm a fool, but it's fun

People say you rule me with one wave of your hand

Darling, it's grand; they just don't understand

“Dance with me Lo.” You say, pulling away from his arms, and grabbing his hands, pulling him to the center of the kitchen. He smiled warmly, accepting your invitation. Anyone else and he would have said no - he could never say no to you though. 

You pressed your body against him; his arm going around your waist, your arm wrapped around him, your hand pressed against his back as your other hands clasp together, held up beside your heads. He looked down at you, eyes filled with fondness and affection for you. 

Your bodies slowly rocked back and forth in the kitchen, looking into each others eyes. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, that you deepened as you leaned up to your tiptoes, eager to be closer to him.

“Who knew the Wolverine could become so domestic?” You whispered to him after parting from his lips. 

“For you? It’s easy living.” He responds warmly.

Living for you is easy living

It's easy to live when you're in love

And I'm so in love

There's nothing in life but you

[cass1x1]

ok imm sorry but the “ i only have eyes for you. ” meme is so elogan coded 👀

@carlyraejcpsen

send in     “ i only have eyes for you. “     for five times where the sender was caught staring in admiration/affection at the receiver, by the receiver.     ( scenarios can vary! examples include: the receiver delivering a fierce passionate speech to encourage people to do something, the receiver walking into a room while dressed glamorously, the receiver walking into a room while dressed NOT glamorously, literally ANYTHING! )

int. tattoo shop; afternoon

Of all the habits Ella had formed over her years, the hardest to shake was the need to be busy. It seemed ,to her, despite what her friends often said, that there was no harm in wanting to be busy. That it was good, in fact, to want to be productive. She understood that they were trying to help, but she also couldn't sit idly by. That ability had passed her by.

So while she waited for Logan to finish up his appointment, she had to find something to do. It wouldn't do for her to offer help. And Beyonce, the cat, was perfectly content to nap in the window. So what was she to do? Well, for starter, she tidied, putting all the magazines left out in a pretty little display. She found the glass cleaner and wiped down the display case where they sold earrings. And then, having helped herself to the supply closet, she swept. None of it was necessary--Logan and his fellow artists kept a perfectly nice, clean shop--but she liked the act of it all. And she liked to think that, in exchange for seeing her so late, Ella could save him some time at closing.

The trouble was that he kept a tidy shop, in fact. Ella ran out of things to do rather quickly. She would have to sit back down. Perhaps read one of the magazines she'd set up so nicely. There was one that said it had recipes for watermelon, so she was just about to do that when there was a movement in the corner of her eye. She made an involuntary sound, covering her mouth immediately so it didn't sound like a scream.

Logan laughed, pushing himself up off the wall to approach her. "You okay there?"

Ella put her hand on her heart. "Yes, sorry. You startled me. How long were you there?"

"Did you realize you were singing?" he asked. That wasn't an answer to her question, but even more than that, it surprised her. She frowned--had she been singing?

"No." A hot blush rose on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. Did I dist--"

"You don't have to apologize. It was--it reminded me of before."

She forced herself to hold his gaze. Logan had always had such sharp eyes; Ella couldn't help but feel nervous under them. "I'm glad, then" she said.

ii. ext. high line park; sunset

There was something magical about being out late on a summer evening. The sun set slowly and left the sky twinged gold for a long time. Ella always felt extra warm and glowing at that hour. But today, she was especially enchanted.

Ella hadn't known where Logan was taking her; only that he'd said it would be outside. The park was stunning: a long, raised, paved trail with native plants along each side. From different spots, she could see out over the city. She could watch the water over the Hudson river. Everywhere she stopped, there was something magical to see.

She stopped at one of the little outcroppings and leaned against the rail. The sun left a trail of golden light over the water, and if she looked hard, she could see the outline of boats out towards New Jersey. "Wow," she gasped, stepping back to turn her attention back to Logan. "It's so beautiful."

When her eyes met Logan's, there was an intensity to them that threw her off-balance. He looked like he was looking through her, trying to find something. Despite wanting to thank him, Ella couldn't hold that gaze; she turned away to look back out over the park. "Sorry," he said softly. "I was just..." He didn't finish the sentence.

Ella turned back to him. Logan looked like his usual self--this new usual self that she was still getting used to, a little warier, a little less silly. A little more handsome than she remembered. Her cheeks warmed at that. She hoped he assumed it was about the park. "No, it's fine, I'm sorry," she answered, more as a reflex than anything else. "I--I just wanted to thank you for bringing me here."

"Yeah," he said, looking away this time. "It's pretty great, huh?"

iii. ext. apartment; morning

Ella hadn't dressed up for Logan to come over. No, that would be silly. But she was wearing her favorite dress because today was a good day and when she woke up, she felt drawn to it. No matter how her roommate had teased her, said that Logan would enjoy seeing her in this color, Ella brushed it off. He wasn't--he wouldn't--it wasn't like that. Even if sometimes she thought about it being like that, those were just the kinds of thoughts that were normal to have about so old a friend. Surely, that was it.

Still, when she noticed him waiting on the stoop of her building, she found it was hard to look him in the eye. Ella had always had a hard time with that; she was more shy than she expected to be. Instead, she froze, half-way down the steps. Rather than meet his gaze, she dug her phone out of her bag and reviewed their plans for the day. Museum tickets? Check. Lunch spot? Picked out. Her drawings? Yes, she had them, even if she was nervous to share them.

Once she'd looked over everything, and couldn't think of any other reason to delay, and didn't want to make him late, she turned up, immediately caught in his gaze. He'd been watching, which she'd suspected from the way she'd felt eyes on her. Ella straightened, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and wishing maybe she had dressed up for him, so that she would be worth looking at.

"You look great," Logan said, as if he'd read her thoughts.

Her stomach dropped-oh, god, had she said any of that out loud? "Oh, I...thank you. Her voice was uneasy. Would it be weird if she asked if she'd spoken aloud?

If he was reading her mind, he was doing a very good job of it, by the way he laughed, offering her his hand like he was going to escort her down the steps. "I don't mean to be weird, but I wanted you to know why I was staring. You look great, is all."

Ella took his hand. She took the last few steps and, when she got to the sidewalk, she turned up to look at him. He wasn't joking or teasing her--not that he would joke about something like that--just sincerely, openly staring. "You--" She hated how nervous her voice came out. This wasn't like that and she wished her roommate hadn't said anything because now the idea was in her head. She cleared her throat and smiled. Ella was good at putting on a smile. "You look quite handsome, yourself." This time, she sounded more normal, thankfully. More like herself. "That color is nice on you."

Logan ducked his head. Like her, he was better at giving a compliment than taking one. At least that had stayed the same between them. "Shall we?"

"Yes."

iv. int. animal shelter; evening

After all the food was gone, after all the guests had left and the lucky dogs adopted off, there was just this: the remaining trash on the floor, and the donation box to be counted up. Several other volunteers had offered to handle the trash, and left Ella and Logan with the lock boxes. Once she'd offered--five or six times--for him to go home, she gave in and accepted his offer to help. It was late, and everyone was exhausted, her included. If he helped, maybe they could all get home a little faster.

They'd divided the bills up, so it was just a matter of counting and tallying. Ella had worked a dozen jobs where she opened and closed; she could make quick work of this. And, as far as she knew, Logan could too. But when she glanced up from her count, Logan still had his pile in his hand. His eyes seemed fixed on her hands, focus entirely on her.

He seemed surprised when she made a sound. His eyes slid up, from her hands to her face. There they settled, a warm, soft gaze holding onto her. "Did, uh, did I do something wrong? Or make a mistake?" she asked.

"No," Logan said immediately. And then, chagrined, "I don't think so. I wasn't listening." Ella smiled, writing her tally down before putting her hand out. Logan shook his head and, with one last flick of his eyes, began his own count.

While he worked, Ella watched him. The smooth movement of his hands, the sound of him counting under his breath. The way his eyes flicked up to catch hers every few minutes. It was fascinating. She wondered if, perhaps, this was what distracted him in the first place.

v. ext. restaurant; evening

Once she'd gotten used to the idea, dating had not been so hard for her. She was naturally social, and she liked going out. She'd tried speed dating, tried tinder, tried all sorts of options, and all of them had felt effortless. Ella was good enough at that sort of thing that she'd never had a bad date, but she'd never gotten the hang of flirting. She said precisely what she thought, and in precisely the simple way that she thought them. She had no skill for pretty words.

Logan, on the other hand? Well, he just couldn't seem to help himself. He made it seem so easy, with his casual words and his playful looks and his laugh that rumbled through her entire body. Ella felt like should barely keep up with him. Her cheeks hurt from laughing and blushing. She felt giddy and light, tipsy off of the easy conversation and smiles.

By the time they left, the sun had fully set, and the sky was crisp. There weren't many visible stars--Ella was still getting used to that--but the lights from the skyscrapers never failed to dazzle her in their own way. Ella wasn't much for technology. If she wanted to mark this moment, she would need to do it on memory. So she did. She took everything in--the lights, the sky, the sounds from the restaurant, the full feeling, and, of course, Logan--and then she closed her eyes. With them closed, she did her best to memorize what she'd seen and heard and felt, so that if she wanted it, she could pull it back up and relive how she felt in this moment.

When her eyes finally relaxed and opened, they found Logan staring at her with a particularly amused smile. Ella smiled back instinctively. This time, she didn't have to ask what he was staring at. He offered the answer on his own. "I can't believe you're here with me," he said, like she had given him some wonderful gift.

That was silly, of course. He had taken her out on a date--a perfect one, at that. All she'd done was try and keep up. But she kept her smile anyway, and slid her hands into his, squeezing tight. As though she could convince him of that fact through grip strength alone. "I can't imagine anything better," she told him, hoping that covered what her hands could not. He laughed, and dropped one hand so he could hold the other while they walked toward the park.

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cowboy like me. ls2. smau.

logan sargeant x cowgirl/small town country singer!reader

in which logan thinks he has lost everything but a trip to the south helps him find the love of his life.

author's note: grant is a fictional character, for this he is one of logan's best friends.

faceclaim: ella langley

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y/ninsta: life lately

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y/bff: has nutmeg decided to not be a dick anymore

y/ninsta: how many times do i have to apologise for my horse

y/bff: she almost killed me!

friend1: can't wait to see you perform this weekend, gonna cheer embarrassingly loud

y/ninsta: i'll take all the support i can get

logansargeant posted a story tagging grantwilson

written: trusting grant with directions was a bad idea, we are 100% lost right now

y/ninsta posted a story

written: playing here tonight, if you loved me you would show up and listen to my silly little songs

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written: tonight's fit

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written: recharging with some live music in nashville

y/ninsta posted a story

written: about to introduce a man to nutmeg, this is going to end terribly

logansargeant posted two stories

story one written: this is nutmeg. shortly after this photo was taken nutmeg tried to kill me. i shall be riding a different horse today

story two written: this is billy, he didn't try to kill me

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written: i am once again riding nutmeg because she tries to kill everyone but me

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written: i just picked logan up from the ranch, this trip is going just how i planned it

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written: i think i clean up pretty well

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logansargeant: three months ago grant forced me on a roadtrip that i did not want to go on. and i ended up never going back to florida. i was at a very low point mentally and i had no idea what my next step was going to be but meeting you changed my life.

y/n your light has helped me in ways you will never understand, thank you for always being around to listen, for teaching me how to ride a horse and always being up for fun little adventures. i love you so much and i can't wait to see what the future brings us

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y/ninsta: i am obsessed with you

logansargeant: promise me, i am more obsessed with you

grantwilson: just call me cupid

logansargeant: no

y/ninsta: no

alexalbon: so the man that used to make fun of me for having a zoo now lives with animals

y/ninsta: two horses, three dogs, two cats and two rabbits

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