#logan - 001.

[lydsdonovan]

where: donovan's sweets who: @logandonovan & lydia donovan

"Jesus fucking christ," Lydia exclaimed in exasperation as she gingerly extracted yet another unfortunate batch of muffins from the oven. The soft, warm glow of the oven's interior accentuated her furrowed brow as she lowered the tray onto the metal table, the clattering sound echoing in the dimly lit bakery. Roman had always been the maestro of this particular recipe, his baking finesse far surpassing her own, despite her ownership of the business. But now, he was gone and Lydia couldn't get it right for the life of her. Her mother, who used to offer sage advice over her shoulder, was no longer there to guide her. And now Cassie, as frustrating and stubborn as she could be, was six feet under, too. In a moment of frustration, Lydia hastily shed the oven mitts, flinging them carelessly behind her. She leaned forward on the worn tabletop, her head sinking into her hands. It was a silent plea for guidance, a desperate moment of vulnerability, as she grappled with the overwhelming weight of grief under the bakery's solitude.

The kitchen door opening pulled her back into her senses, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand before turning to face her little sister -- someone she wasn't expecting to see. "Sorry, I --" an exasperated sigh fell from her lips, gesturing towards the failed batch. "-- I can't get this fucking bullshit right for the life of me. Another two hours and fifty bucks of ingredients wasted." Lydia shook her head, meeting Logan's gaze then. "What are you doing here? Is everything -- are you okay?"

[malcohen]

where: sammy + lo who: @logandonovan & malcolm cohen

Malcolm’s restlessness often drove him out of his apartment and into the world, where he could find something to keep himself busy. He discovered that the more free time he had, the harder it was to stay on track, which was a luxury he couldn't afford. By joining the Sons of Silence, he had found ways to fill his time by volunteering for any task that needed doing, whether it be business or personal.

The news of the Donovan family's death spread like wildfire throughout the town, leaving Malcolm to ponder the striking similarities between Cassie’s overdose and his own sister’s passing. Maybe it was his eagerness to impress the Sons, or perhaps it was a sense of dread and guilt that bubbled up whenever he thought about Hannah, but he found himself helping with funeral arrangements.

“Hey,” Malcolm greeted the brunette as he walked through the front door of the boutique, a small box tucked under his arm. “Nate asked me to bring some stuff over to you; the guest book and some pictures, I think.” He nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot, his light eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings of the shop. Maybe he should have waited for Logan to stop by the clubhouse instead of bombarding her at work. “I can come back later if this ain’t a good time.”

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @loganxday

where: near the bumper cars

Mack looked from Logan to the cocktail in his hand to the bumper cars that were in motion with angry mini drivers with mega rage and back again as his mind whirred in overtime.

"If I get in one of them wasted," He started, bumping the straw of his cocktail with the tip of his nose in lieu of taking another sip just yet. "Does that count as drunk driving? Cause that's not fucking cool, but it's also like how many fatal bump car pile ons have you heard of, you know?"

[magnolia-rhodes]

"i'll hold you to it," she beams. she wouldn't. she'd have forgotten all about this promise come autumn. it's still totally incomprehensible to lola that someone may not find joy in the things she likes. or that people's tolerance for certain situation may not mirror hers. life was a disney channel show, and she was very much the main character. or at least she had been. there's no way she could have competed with greer. "stop talking yourself down!" she scolds, but its immediately softened by her camera-ready smile. it's hard to tell someone off and look good in front of the lens at the same time. "you're super talented - it won't hurt to ask." she leans forward a little. "can i see?"

“oh, i’ll let you try it out first and let me know.” she bit back a self-deprecating grin, unwilling to burst lola’s bubble but also fairly confident that she knew her social limits and that after about fifteen minutes of sorority rush she’d be an uncommunicative heap on the floor. “maybe next year.” or maybe not. “i think if i tried batting my eyelashes people would just think i had something in my eye,” she muttered as she raised the camera, biting her lip in focus as she framed lola just the right way. “or that i was having a spasm.” click! “they’d call an ambulance.”

[gladosluver]

yk its bad when im daybreak posting again

i love you flesh wife ugihohuihohu ❤️🌅

[scarletsxnss]

@sugcrbites! continued from here

she was young; naïve. enough so that logan could feel his tendrils LATCH onto her with every night spent together. there wasn't a single moment that he didn't DEMAND every drop of her attention, something he knew other men could barely pull from her. she was a SPOILED rich kid, sure—but he'd make her PERFECT in every way; she'd be HIS. this apartment was the perfect way to solidify their BOND. 

when logan touches her, it feels like the physical TOUCH alone is enough to send him into a wild frenzy. his cock is THROBBING and exposed—he hadn't locked the door. if anyone forgot a bag or needed to ask him a question, they'd see the couple in their NATURAL habitat. he takes his dick in his hand while the other runs down her ass. "you're so cute." his words like a PROMISE. fingers sneak down to her SEX, happily feeling how wet her cunt is for him. 

she's smart, but he knows she doesn't pay attention in class. he knows her mind is too busy being filled with NAUGHTY and DISGUSTING thoughts—thoughts that he loved to explore and fulfil. his fingers get SOAKED in her pleasure, slowly running across her folds, not entering—as if she needs to EARN it. "GOD i fucking love you. you love me too, don't you baby?"

[foxglovegrace]

@calebsnow -- Foxglove Records

Ding. Bored behind the register, Grace lifts up her phone when she receives a notification. Immediately, a very prominent blush creeps onto her cheeks, and the usually quiet and peaceful girl starts fidgeting in her chair. "Caleb?", Grace chirps in his direction, then pauses, "Wait, actually, nevermind."

Pushing her phone back into her pocket, Grace doesn't reply. Then, another Ding. Immediately, Grace whips her phone out again, the blush now starting to become a deeper, darker red. "Caleb?", Grace repeats, their name drawn out as she says it, and leans forward. She's got her hair half down today -- a rare sight, given she never wears it open. A few strands of hair fall into her face, and Grace grimaces as she unties her hair, to quickly tie it up into a loose bun.

"Do you remember Cade?", she asks carefully, "The brunette? The one that could play Percy Jackson in a live action."

[anyaexe]

“you sure? it’s no skin off my nose. i should probably cut back on the caffeine, anyway, so truthfully? you’d be doing me a favour.” anya pops the lid back on, thumb pressing meticulously around the edge to make sure it was fit to perform its duty (i.e not to spill its contents onto them). once she’s satisfied, she picks it up, glancing over at the barista struggling with opening a carton of something. then their attention is back on logan. “stressful week?”

it was like god herself had intervened- what could possibly make this situation more humiliating for logan? oh, let's put a hot girl there too. "no, i don't even really need it. i could just get some in the art building, there's usually one of those big office pot things there. i mean, not that it's good coffee. which is why i bought one here. or tried to. ha ha." she exhaled- more like a groan- and raised her eyes to the ceiling, half to avoid looking at anya after she just verbally excreted all over her and half to pray for divine intervention again. could you just take away my gift of speech? thanks, it's wasted on me. "i mean, uh, thanks, that's really nice, but i'm just going to wait for mine."

[ofwrxth]

LOGAN📱O'CONNORS

Logan: Who the fuck signed me up for every art therapy sessions Logan: I know it was one of you fucks.

@rviner @secrettyrant

[pennysylvester]

we learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts ➝ pogan.

TAGGING ➝ Penny Sylvester, Logan Clarington (@paramediclogan).

LOCATION ➝ Penny and Logan's house.

TIME FRAME ➝ 10/18, post-lockdown.

WARNINGS ➝ Allusions to NS*FW but not quite.

SUMMARY ➝ Penny and Logan are reunited after the lockdown, and it seems to ignite something in both of them [fade to black].

PENNY SYLVESTER

This past week had probably been the most confusing week of Penny's life—and, considering she'd recently found out her "adopted" brother was actually her kidnapped brother, that was saying something. She'd been thinking a lot about her situation lately, about her and Logan, and how she was sure this just wasn't working. She'd almost texted his sister before everything had gone down, asking if she'd hate her if she ended things with Logan. However, spending a week away from him, parts of it not even knowing if he was safe or not, had caused her to do plenty of rethinking, and she realized she was glad she'd never sent the text, and even more glad she hadn't told Logan exactly what she'd wanted to talk to him about. Penny didn't care about their house; she was glad it seemed to have suffered minimal damage, and that a smashed vase and toppled over items here and there were the worst of it. She didn't even care to pick them up, and simply found herself pacing back and forth by the door, waiting for Logan to walk in. It wasn't long before he did, but somehow it felt like she'd been waiting hours. He'd barely made it through the door before she reached up to catch his cheeks in the palms of her hands, stretching upward to press a needy kiss to his lips. "You're here. You're okay," she said as she pulled back only far enough to study his face, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck. The statement was a reassurance for herself more than for him. It was no secret she'd never particularly been Zoe's biggest fan, but ignoring her as she jumped up at her legs wasn't intentional, she was just too focused on Logan. Her eyes, which grew slightly watery, continued to stare into his, taking all of him in. She hadn't done this in so long, and she didn't realize until now just how much she'd missed him—long before the past week. "I hated not knowing if you were okay," she whispered, her fingertips brushing gently against the back of his neck. "I hated not being with you."

LOGAN CLARINGTON

Logan had known even before going into this crisis that there was something wrong in his marriage, whether he'd been willing to admit it or not, the fact that he was spending more and more time out of the house was not doing either him or Penny any favours. So when he'd gotten Penny's text about wanting to talk, his heart had sunk. She was feeling it too, and here he was proving his father right- he was unworthy of being called a man, undeserving of the woman in his life that had loved him through so much turmoil. In truth, at first Logan had thought of the lockdown as something of a lucky break, a stay of execution, but the longer that he had sat there, the more hours and days that had ticked past, the more he realised that this wasn't what he wanted, he didn't want to lose Penny, he had to fight for his marriage, and he had sworn that if they both came out of this okay, he would spend every day doing just that. The second he was given the all clear, Logan had practically sprinted home, Zoe running happily behind him. He loved her dearly, but the second she seemed to be slowing him down, he had picked her up rather than slowed down, not caring if he looked insane right now. Penny was waiting at home for him, and that was the only important thing. He set Zoe down as he fumbled with his keys before realising that with Penny already home, he didn't even need them. "Pen?! " He called the second he opened the door, heart pounding in his chest, "Pen are you-" The minute he heard her, Logan felt like his heart was going to explode and he ran forward to meet her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his face into her hands, returning the kiss with as much urgency as he could muster, "I am, I'm okay, I'm right here, like always. Are you okay, are you hurt, are you...?" He studied her back as he trailed off, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers, eyes full of tears as Zoe went ignored for a moment. She could be fussed over again later, right now he just wanted to look at his wife. He let out a shaky breath as her fingers traced the back of his neck, tightening his grip on her waist, ensuring there was no space between them as he held her closer than he had done in far too long. "This was the worst week of my life." Logan mumbled, "And I've had some pretty crappy ones Pen, but this? Not knowing if you were okay, not being able to see you and talk to you properly? I never ever want to do that again."

PENNY SYLVESTER

"I'm fine," Penny promised, pressing a series of short, quick kisses to his lips as the moisture in her eyes began to spill over her lids. She couldn't remember the last time she'd wanted to kiss Logan as anything more than just obligatory greeting and goodbye kisses, but now she didn't want to stop, or she at least didn't want to stop being close to him. Her shoulders relaxed as his forehead pressed to hers. "I know," she whispered, gently nodding as her forehead remained resting softly against his. "But we're both here now, we're fine. Our house is fine. That crazy little nut is fine." She chuckled softly, motioning down to Zoe. Their families were fine; everybody and everything really was fine, and Penny was going to make sure things between them were more than just fine, too. Her arms wrapped around his neck, tightening to pull them impossibly closer. "I missed you," she murmured, tilting her face to press another, longer kiss to his lips this time. She'd missed him this past week, but she'd missed him much longer than that, too.

LOGAN CLARINGTON

Words couldn't express how relieved Logan was that Penny was okay, that he was looking at her, holding her for himself and had indisputable proof that she was just fine. In that moment, he didn't ever want to stop touching her, to stop having her lips on his. They had a lot to work on, that much was true, but right now that didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was that they were both here and they were both safe. "The house could have been a pile of rubble and I wouldn't care, as long as it meant that you were okay. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy we still have a house, but... me, you and Zoe? That's all I need Pen." He hated seeing her cry, and raised a hand from her waist to gently brush them from his cheeks, laughing warmly as Zoe tried and failed to push between them, "Oh she's been making friends everywhere, don't worry about her." He took a long, deep breath and closed his eyes for a few moments, soaking in the feeling of Penny in his arms. They hadn't held each other like this in... god he didn't even know how long. Too long. "I missed you too." He mumbled as he leant into the kiss. Logan hadn't wanted to do this in a long time, not beyond the kisses that he felt like he had to give her, but now? He couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more.

PENNY SYLVESTER

With Logan standing right there in front of her, their bodies pressed so closely, so safely together, it was suddenly so easy to believe him, to believe that the three of them were all each other needed. It was a stark contrast to the way she'd felt for a long time now, but it was welcome, and she allowed herself a soft, sincere smile as she tilted her face into his touch. "I don't doubt it." She chuckled quietly as she glanced down towards their crazy dog, though her focus was soon on Logan again, on the way their lips seemed to fit together as perfectly as they always used to. It was easy for Penny to deepen the kiss, before she eventually pulled back just far enough to scan his face. "Can we go upstairs?" She asked in not much more than a whisper. Like kissing, she couldn't remember the last time either of them had initiated sex when it wasn't just obligatory 'we're in bed and we're married so we probably should' sex, but as she took all of him in, she knew she wanted even more. Without losing eye contact, she tightened her arms around him, then rephrased her question to more of a sure, strong statement. "Take me upstairs."

LOGAN CLARINGTON

He didn't know why he'd ever thought that there were problems in his marriage at that moment, with Penny nestled in his arms in that perfect way that she always had ever since they'd met. This was woman who had loved him through thick and thin, had cradled him during night terrors, talked him through his worst shifts, knew exactly how he felt about his parents and never judged him for it. And here she was, looking at him in that way that made him feel invincible, pressed into his touch, and suddenly it felt like they were going to be okay. That feeling only intensified as she kissed him, it felt like the first kiss in months... years even that felt like a true kiss, not simply a passing obligation but a complete and pure expression of love, the love that he had felt for her ever since the day he walked into her apartment to find her swatting at a smoke detector with a tea towel. Logan tried to chase her lips as she pulled away but her question stopped him in her tracks, his eyes meeting hers and wishing he was doing a better job of hiding his shock. "Upstairs?" He echoed, swallowing the lump in his throat. Sex was something he had been accidentally avoiding for a long time, beyond the "well we're both here, might as well" kind, but in that moment, all he wanted to do was take her to their bedroom and show her just how much he loved her. A smile tugged at his lips as the question turned into a statement, arms sweeping down her back and her legs until he was lifting her thighs in his hands and encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist. "Yes ma'am." He chuckled.

PENNY SYLVESTER

Logan's evident surprise at Penny's request-turned-instruction was warranted, all things considered. She'd surprised herself, in fact, but Logan didn't seem to be complaining, so Penny didn't regret it. If anything, his willingness only served to aid in turning her on—she hadn't felt this wanted in a long time, and she wasn't going to take the moment lightly. Wrapping her legs around him as he picked her up, Penny leaned in to press her lips to his momentarily, before beginning to trail kisses across his defined jaw and down to the warm skin of his neck. "You're gonna see just how much I missed you," she murmured between kisses. Penny didn't know how long this was going to last, but she was going to ride the wave for as long as possible. She only hoped Logan would allow himself to fully give in to her, too.

[mattswheeler]

closed starter for @loganxwalker location: Neptune Oyster

Truthfully, Matt knew nothing about wine. Emily used to drink it all the time, but it wasn't something he sat and drank. He usually went for beer. But, he wanted to take Logan out and maybe learn a little something while they had dinner. He made sure to dress up a little to look nice for it and when they pulled up, he walked around the car to open her door for her. "My lady." Matt smiled at her and held his hand for her to take.

[dxrkenedheights]

where: after curfew

with: scarlett pierce and logan cross @wilddwcrds

★・・・・・・★

The hotel is starting to get to her,and Scarlett now likens her room to a prison cell. She would have to make it perfectly clear, if anyone asks, that for the first few nights of pent up energy, she simply ignored it and forced herself asleep. But, that's a sure way to work herself into insomnia. By the fourth night, she's up and out with every intention of going to the front of the hotel for a cigarette. She's wrapped up warm as she sits on the front steps, and it suddenly dawns upon her that there's not been any sign of a patrol for quite some time. She glances to her watch, unsure the actual minutes that pass or the actual time she first sat down. But it feels suspiciously long since the last time she saw rifle wielding supernaturals pass on by, telling her to get up to bed as soon as she was done with the cigarette. Well that cigarette has been and gone, and the next. No one else has passed.

Her senses only sharpen when there's movement from behind her, drawing closer to the hotel doors and making her turn to see the Cross wolf emerge into the cold. Her mouth opens, information ready to rampage out from her until she spots Logan's odd colored gloves and lets out a quick snort at his expense, her hand grabbing at his arm and pulling him along without further explanation until they're a few paces away into the night. "Notice anything?" she asks, not quite excited but certainly eager as she doesn't give time for a reply. "I've been sat out here for like three cigarettes. I've only seen one patrol. Some shit is going down." she fills the gap for him, urging Logan along quicker with her. "Maybe something's happened at one of the watches?" she glances to him, and back to the street where she now marches along with intention. "Or it's cult night at the cult, and they're doing a fucking ceremony. Did you bring your white hood, Atlanta? Could sneak in."

[rossberry]

challenge accepted | loganberry

Ross had been in the auditorium, as he usually was during the hot summer months. He detested the heat. Besides, it wasn't ideal for a singer to be subjected to it, anyway. So, he spent most of his days working through audition pieces, honing his craft - that was when he wasn't up in Logan's suite being dominated out of his mind. Which, it appeared, was what was next on his agenda. His cock, so well-trained at this point, barely twitched under his skimpy, plaid short-shorts. His lean little upper body was clad in nothing but a complimentary navy blue polo. If he could say so himself, he looked quite adorable. His cheeks were flushed by the end of his text conversation with Logan, and he wasted no time getting himself to Logan's suite. Once there, he knelt in front of the door and knocked, bowing his head properly and keeping it there - no matter how excited he was to look up at Logan and show him just how easy it'd be for Ross to get off on that sight alone. @domloganlodge

[ofmythsandfables]

!!!! the following contains slight spoilers for dea.dpool and wol.verine !!!!

"Surprise, surprise." The redhead smirks as she waltzes inside the garage toward the broad shouldered man working on his motorcycle. The man who raised her when he didn't have to, the man she owed her very life to. The man she affectionately calls her uncle.

"Do you think you could take a break from that damn thing for a few minutes and eat?" Natasha clutches his shoulder in greeting while kissing the top of his head, then sets a bag down on a nearby table to take out sandwiches she bought from the local deli in town. "I got you your favorite....c'mon, Uncle Logan. The bike isn't going anywhere..."

@truelegend

[the-flower-named-fire]

Specific Trope of the Day

A dangerous survival game and, unknowing for the others, one of the participants is the administrator himself.

[apocalyptic-lamp-001]

thoughts on the lesbians??? (logan igotta and ari)

AHH, ADORABLE, WEREN'T THEY... BUT THERE'S NOTHING TO BE SORRY FOR, THEY BOTH JOINED THE LIGHT IN THE END.