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[taissaswifelowkey]

sunday morning

sunday mornings are the best days to spend with her

afab reader and ani (no pronouns are mentioned. i wanted to keep it gender neutral in “dreaming” but my tired brain took over, i’m sorry. this one is neutral though 🫶)

a/n: since anora is out today here’s a short drabble (also LMAOO i loved how i said this the last time and i wrote a 100% overly dramatic essay) this could be interpreted as being in the dreaming universe or not it’s up to you!! leave feedback if you have any and enjoy reading you already knowww

warnings: gay, so gay. lots of kissing and cuddles. mentions of ani’s job though it is not detailed. proofread but there might be mistakes left. that’s it??? let me know if i missed anything ‼️‼️

it starts below the cut 🤠

Climbing up the stairs of your flat, Ani held the spare key of her purse, the one with a butterfly keychain. She smiles tiredly, holding the tiny decoration in her palm.

She got to your floor and silently unlocked your door, knowing that your shift ended earlier than hers and you were since long passed out in your shared bedroom. With careful mouvements, she took off her shoes, placing them neatly by the entrance. She then hanged her purse along with her coat near the hook, wanting nothing more but to rest near you. Trudging the little steps it took to walk to your room she anticipated the warmth of your body, your soft mumbles, or the way you would pull her impossibly close to you. Quietly opening the door, she shed her clothes to wear comfortable ones. Meaning yours. And it was somewhat a complicated task, your peaceful figure making her stop in her tracks every few minutes.

You shifted, immediately catching her attention. This motivated her to speed her actions, not wanting to wake you up and climbed under the covers to finally join you. Sensing that she’s here, you wrapped your arms around her waist and rested your head near her chest.

“Good morning, pretty girl.”

“Morning.”

She breathed in your familiar woodsy scent, softly kissing your forehead.

“I missed you.”

“You saw me hours ago.”

“Still doesn’t mean I did not, not missed you.”

“I forgot how romantic your morning ramblings are.”

You chuckled tiredly, the sound sending a warmth spreading throughout her chest.

“You know my brain’s rotted with you.”

“Woah, rotted? Damn and I thought it was the opposite. You really know how to charm a girl.”

She playfully pulled herself away from, ignoring your complaints.

“Rotted, sprinkled, invaded, I’ll take any of you that I can get. Better?”

“Hmm…I don’t know.” She pretended to mull over the situation, trying not to lean into your touch. “Maybe.”

But she knows anything you say would be enough for her. You’re always enough for her. She smiles, turning around to place a loving kiss on your lips. You reciprocate it almost immediately, the familiar taste of her strawberry chapstick making you feel dizzy. You weren’t exaggerating. Ani’s really got your brain programmed to her.

“I’ll never ask to think of anything else but you.” You breathlessly whisper, your eyes opening slightly. Her breath catches in her throat, completely in awe by your tired eyes. Without even thinking she leans in once more again, starting with gentle pecks before it turns passionate and loving. It’s intoxicating. Your mouvements were uncoordinated given that you were both exhausted but still all the more better, your hands slowly touching wherever you can, not focusing on anything more than each other.

You only break apart when air becomes a necessity, though you’re sure you’d let her take all the oxygen from your lungs. She leans her forehead against yours, breathing shakily.

“Sweet talking me in hopes of getting me back?”

“That’s not my type of thing. I’m speaking nothing but pure genuineness.” There was a slight tremor in your voice, laden with sleep.

“I know, baby. I know.” She felt her eyes closing, her remaining energy and your warm hands lulling her to sleep. Smiling, you intertwined your limbs together, the sounds of the subway along with birds chirping used as background noise.

Yeah. You’ll dream of her awake if you have to.

[im-pure]

[koieatsbabies]

ASK BLOGS...

I love 'em- and if I tagged this right you probably do too!! Now you may be asking yourself, "wtf does this have to do with me??" Well idfk- /j /j uhmmmm fuck i lost my advertisment voice- basically im making a shrimpo ask blog- but he's horribly drawn :) i could go on my phone and draw shrimpo answering questions but alas im grounded :P anywho ima link it when the blog is made :DD

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[mintivee]

are you seeing this shit chucklefuck

[remxedmoon]

y’know what? fuck you. *UNGRAYSCALES YOUR ISATS*

no wait come back there’s greyscale versions under the cut :(

[jellitchi]

double life

just a few scenes i rly liked (im insane and making this way more dramatic than it actually is

[avephelis]

found these things in my basement so i cleaned them up a little bit and now they've started committing medical malpractice

[deathtastegirl]

(x)

[zishu-arts]

how i imagine the reason mango went with the whole “king” persona

also lmao i apologize to everyone for needing to decipher my shitty handwriting

[xxri]

mafukasa boba ^_^

[cheriboms]

i think they would be friends :]

[lotus-lamps]

like father like son

hes just toji but smol

[guessilllive]

Ryan every solo investigation.

Meanwhile Shane

I had a digital drawing for Shane but my phone erased it, this might be funnier tho.

[bonuscatart]

The real thing they killed was the point on my black colored pencil

I've gotten everything cross-posted from DeviantArt now :D (my art tag if anyone is interested ^^')

[redcrescentmoons]

Can you write a fic where Logan (If you write for him ofc if not, it could be Max, too) meets reader (Reader could be a celebrity of some kind like an actor or a NASCAR driver) in a gala or fancy event and it's kind of just love at first sight. For the rest of the event Logan/ Max tries to ask the reader out maybee? :3

It would be pretty cool but I'm pretty sure this idea has already been used countless times already buuuuut it would be pretty cool though

Thanks for reading this :D

Can’t keep my eyes off you

Logan Sargeant x gn!actor!reader

Note: You didn’t specify a reader gender (I write male and gender neutral readers) so I made it gender neutral but I can change it on request

In all honesty, Logan had never been a fan of all the fancy events he had to go to. He understood what it meant for him and for the team of course, but that didn’t mean they were his cup of tea.

Luckily for him, Alex was there too, and he knew that meant they could spend the entire evening chatting and waiting for the event to come to an end.

They weren’t the only Formula 1 drivers there; and frankly, apart for Lewis, most of them wanted to leave as well.

And so Logan stuck to his group, the people he saw every week, because it was better then socializing.

As they talked in their corner, drinks in hand, Logan fidgeted around; his suit was too uncomfortable, it was too warm in the crowded room, his dress shoes were squishing his feet.

A late arrival had everyone turning their heads: it was a very good-looking person, one that Logan didn’t recognize, but captured his attention nonetheless.

His fidgeting stopped; he went completely still, jaw slack and eyes wide, as he observed the newcomer.

"Who is that?" he was whispered to Alex, in hopes of getting some information about the stranger.

"Oh them? That’s Y/N L/N, they’re a super famous actor, I can’t believe you don’t know who they are."

So that was your name and job down. But what else could he learn about you? He had already been scolded by his team principal for using his phone too much during events, so that was ruled out.

He settled for the closest thing he could find to Wikipedia: his friends.

"What do you know about that person? Y/N L/N?" he asked the entire group.

They started blurting out random things, from your nationality to the name of your pet, and put together the information was actually quite a bit. Impressive for who he was asking.

But there was one question Logan still wanted to ask.

"And are they, by any chance, into men?" His mumbled question still managed to get picked up by his group, luckily, because he didn’t think he could say it again.

"Yes don’t worry" said Charles, the only one to have met him before "And they’re single too" the monegasque added, winking at Logan.

A slight blush spread on the American’s cheeks at being teased; and yet he couldn’t help but think about the actor, even as the conversation switched subjects.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering across the room, to where you were stood, looking perfect, greeting those who came and talked to you.

Logan wondered if there was a chance he would be one of those people, to confidently walk up to you and just start a conversation.

But that wasn’t really him, was it? As much as he liked to exhibit a confident personality in interviews and such he couldn’t flirt for the life of him.

And so Logan settled for observation from afar, at least for a little bit.

He listened to what his friends were saying distractedly, half listening and the other half of his mind consumed by the stranger.

It was so unlike him, to see someone for the first time and completely fixate on them, and yet he just couldn’t help it.

Even when he tore his gaze from you it always wandered back, like a magnet. He kept thinking about what it would be like to talk to you, to actually be close, and in that moment there was nothing Logan wanted more.

He had completely spaced out, staring at you from across the room, until Max brought him back into the conversation with a "What do you think Logan?" that he honestly couldn’t respond to.

His friends laughed, finding his cluelessness funny, while filling him in on what he had missed. While he actually listened this time, Charles moved closer to Logan and whispered in his ear "Shoot your shot. Just trust me."

He couldn’t say it wasn’t helpful, given Charles was the only one to have met you before, and yet that just wasn’t enough to convince him to do it.

He turned away from their little side conversation to join back into the groups, shooting you a glance while he could.

Each time he saw your smiling face he thought about how inviting and nice you looked and how easy it would be for him to actually talk to you, and yet he still chickened out.

It was nearly two hours later now and Logan hadn’t stopped thinking about the actor for a second.

He was afraid of the evening coming to an end without him having talked to you, and it filled him with dread.

He went down the rabbit hole in his mind: What if he never did talk to you? He didn’t think he would be able to bring himself to stop thinking about you, and knew he would regret not speaking to you if he didn’t. And yet he remained afraid.

That was until Logan looked over to where he had seen you last and didn’t find you there. He looked around the large event venue, unable to find you, getting worried you had left already and he had missed his chance.

He was beginning to spiral, until he felt someone’s arm brushing against his own; no wait, someone was hugging Charles from behind. Logan didn’t think much of it until he realized it was your arm against his, and he began to blush madly.

You hadn’t seen Charles in a while, and you couldn’t wait to talk to him again, but people kept getting in your way, asking about you and telling you their opinions about their latest movies. And frankly, you wanted to check out the cute blonde boy standing next to your monegasque friend.

Logan watched you pull away from Charles, who messed with your hair playfully the moment he realized it was you.

You slotted yourself in between Charles and Logan as Charles introduced you to everyone, and Logan could feel his heart beating faster.

You started chatting with the whole group, getting to know the friends Charles had promised to introduce you to long ago.

Logan stayed quiet, admiring your beauty, and wondering if it was appropriate to pull you aside to talk privately.

Ultimately he decided it couldn’t be that bad, and when the conversation took a turn and you stayed quiet he pulled you aside, not far, just enough for a little bit of privacy.

You weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but followed suit as Logan pulled you a couple meters away from the other drivers.

"Hi! I’m Logan, we didn’t get to talk much." yep, that was a good opening line.

As Logan started his conversation he couldn’t help but fall further in love with you, entranced by your voice and personality.

Eventually he told himself he had to do it and, during the conversation, he blurted out "Do you want to go out with me?"

He wasn’t very happy with how he had done it, but knew the nerves had just taken over. He hoped it hadn’t put you off.

"I would love to" you said, smiling gently at him. He realized that wasn’t your fake smile, the one you were giving those that greeted you earlier; he felt special: he had caused your genuine smile, and he was the one that got to see it.

Little did you both know his entire group had been listening, and began to cheer as you both exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact, right as the event came to an end.

You walked outside with Logan, Charles and their friends, Logan still smiling as he talked to you.

As you stepped in your own car, and they went to theirs individually, you said goodbye, and Logan watched you until the very moment he couldn’t anymore, excited at the prospect of your future date.

He was glad he had been unable to keep his eyes off of you.

[talos-stims]

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