#logan: we're not arguing

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade, during an argument: Now you sound like those boring unromantic people.

Logan, deadpanning: Says the one whose idea of flirting is to kidnap an unsuspecting drunk man at gunpoint from a bar.

Wade: YOU LEANED AGAINST MY GUN OMG YOU-

Logan, smirking: -Which further proves that I'm neither boring nor unromantic.

[monsieuroverlord]

Finally! We have preview pages for Wolverine #50

Main Story by Victor LaValle and Ben Percy, art by Geoff Shaw and Cory Smith

Side Story written by Larry Hama, art by Daniel Picciotto

Send-Off Story written by Ben Percy, art by Javi Fernandez

Main Cover by Leinil Francis Yu

Source here

[trumanbluee]

you're the one that i want - deadpool / wade wilson

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it! ᡣ𐭩

based on this request! <3

content: three words, baby! the honda odyssey!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: established relationship, no mention of condom (wrap it b4 u tap it!), petnames galore, deadpool is a warning in of himself lol.

a/n: the deadpool brainrot has been so strong recently so thank u guys so much for all ur requests! my return to my deadpool era couldn't have come at a worse time with my exams happening rn but i will try and write as much as i can! love you!

You'd been sitting in the backseat of the "fuck-ass Honda Odyssey", as Wade had described it, arm resting on the centre console, your head propped up on your palm lamely as you turn it left to right, half-listening to Wade and Logan argue like you're at a tennis match.

You'd almost flown forward into the front of the car when it came to an abrupt stop, tyres screeching as you let out a soft yelp in surprise. Wade hears you, and wordlessly pushes you back softly. You'd heard something spat out from Logan, along the lines of "You'll never save the fucking world!", followed by Wade's voice saying, "I'm gonna fight you now." and then the sound of a sickening crunch as he punches Logan in the nose.

It's milliseconds before you see your boyfriend's arm reach back and open your door, gently ushering you out with a soft, "Why don't you go for a walk, pretty girl?"

You know better than to argue, especially with Logan seething in the front seat, so you hop out of the car, shutting the door behind you as you trudge off into the trees, half grateful for being kicked out of the car so you didn't have to listen to Logan's grumbles when you inevitably had to ask him to pull over so you could pee.

You could hear the yelling and grunting in the distance, shaking your head as you hear the faint shatter of glass, followed by a - less than masculine - squeal from your boyfriend. You laughed to yourself, not worried in the slightest as you hear the fighting between the two, Logan's growls echoing through the trees as he squelches his claws into your boyfriend's stomach.

You'd told Wade to give Logan a break, and that eventually he would find out about his 'educated wish', but he hadn't listened, instead continuing to push and push and push Logan until, expectedly, he reached his breaking point.

You wandered around amongst the trees for a while, before slumping against a tree not too far from the car, your eyes growing heavy as you listened to the soft rustle of the leaves above you.

You wake up groggily, looking around the room as you rub sleep from your eyes. You startle when a red suit appears in front of you, but it's not the Deadpool suit that you're all too familiar with.

"I'm Elektra, that's Gambit," the woman points to a man in a helmet, who's stood in the corner, playing with cards, "and that's Blade," she points over her shoulder with her thumb to the man in a long, leather trench-coat.

"I.. uhm.. Hi?" you say, taken aback by this sudden bombardment of strangers.

"We're helping you and your friends get out of the void." Elektra explains, offering her hand to help you stand up. You take it gratefully.

"...Oh, cool..." you say, still groggy from being asleep for so long. "..are.. are they around?"

Elektra nods, pointing outside with her head, "Yellow's by the fire, Red's... around here somewhere."

You nod, thanking her and smiling awkwardly at Blade and Gambit as you walk outside, the smoke from the fire consuming your nostrils as you step out. You spot Logan by the fire, but see that he's sitting with someone.

'She looks an awful lot like that X-23 girl we saw at the TVA.' you think, not ruling out the possibility that it is her with the level of weirdness that had already occurred during your short time in the void. You tread on, looking around before you spot the Honda Odyssey. You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you walk to the drivers door of the car, opening it to reveal your boyfriend in the back-seat, pulling his katana's out of the passenger's seat next to you as you plop into the driver's seat.

He looks up when he hears the car door open, and the white eyes of his mask visible soften as he sees you.

"Hey baby," he coos, scooching forward in the back-seat to press a soft kiss to your cheek through his mask as you sit in the driver's seat, peeking over the headrest to look back at him, "was wonderin' when you were gonna wake up, sleepy head."

You smile softly, before taking a moment to look around at the damage done to the car. Your eyes go wide and your hand flies to your mouth, the other reaching back to swat at Wade's shoulder.

"Wade! What the fuck did you two get up to in here? Jesus Christ!"

You hear a whisper of 'Baby Knife!' followed by a soft grunt as Wade pockets another one of his knives.

"Just some good ol' fashioned fightin', baby! I'm kinda sad you missed it, that shit got good!"

You tut, leaning around the driver's seat to look at him as he's hunched over, digging for another one of his knives beneath the seat.

You hear him mumble something along the lines of 'Hate this fuckin' car' before he shoots up, and you can sense his smile through the mask. He leans back in the seats that are in the very back of the car, right leg thrown over one seat, with his other leg spread, suit-clad knee pressing into the fabric of the other. His eyes sharpen as he looks at you, before groaning softly, throwing his head back in a circle, and sighing.

"Fuck, princess, that fightin's gotten me all worked up," he groans, chin pressed to the top of his chest as he looks at you, eyes narrowed.

You feel your thighs rub together at the way he looks at you, the manspreading the cherry on top of a very, very, delicious looking dessert. He chuckles, gesturing to your thighs with his head.

"Saw that, baby." He laughs to himself before he lifts his hand, beckoning you to him with two fingers, his other hand resting on the headrest of the seat in front of him, twiddling Baby Knife between his fingers.

You squirm in your seat before not so agilely climbing over the centre console, crawling over the seat and onto Wade’s lap. He pockets Baby Knife, bringing a hand up to pull the bottom of his mask up, the other settling on your ass as you straddle his waist. 

“Hey doll-face,” he murmurs, smiling and giving your ass a playful squeeze, pulling his mask fully off before placing his hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. 

You moan against his lips as you kiss back, his gloved hand giving your ass a firmer squeeze. Wade uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips as you gasp into his mouth. Your hips grind down subconsciously and he pulls away from the kiss, both of your chests rising quickly as you both try and regain your breath from the heated kiss. 

Wade smirks up at you, moving both of his hands to your hips, squeezing softly, pulling a giggle from your lips before he’s engulfing them in another breathless kiss. He moves your hips with his hands, grinding you down on his boner as it tents in his suit, causing him to buck up absentmindedly as he groans into your mouth. Your breathy whimpers vibrate against his lips, and he pulls away, leaning his head back against the headrest behind him. 

“…Fuck, doll-face,” he groans, looking up at you, “ look what you're fuckin’ do to me, baby.” 

He nods down to his dick, almost bursting out of his suit, and your mouth nearly drops open. Wade thinks to himself that if you were in an animé, you’d have heart emojis bulging from your eyes. 

He takes his hands off your hips, crossing his arms behind his head in faux-laziness as he watches you undo the buckle of his belt, slapping the sides of his legs softly, signalling for him to lift his hips. 

“Watch it, doll-face.” Wade warns, half-joking, “Ask me nicely, please.” 

You groan, giving him your ‘are-you-fucking-serious-right-now’ glare as you tug at his belt. He’d been on the receiving end of this look many times in the past, so he’s unfazed as he chuckles dryly, planting his hips down.

 “I can wait, Princess.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. “Please, Wade,” you glare at him, “Will you please lift your hips up so I can get your dick out?” 

You add a pout and a flutter of your lashes at the end, and his resolve noticeably crumbles. He huffs, lifting his hips up off the car seat just enough for you to pull down his pants slightly. You dip your hand into his underwear, giving his dick a soft tug before freeing it from the tight pants of his Deadpool suit. 

You gather some spit in your mouth, looking at your boyfriend through your lashes before spitting onto the tip of his cock, using your hand to spread it along his length, squeezing softly around the base. Wade groans from below you, his hips bucking into your hand.

“Fuck, hotstuff, ya’ killin’ me here.” 

Wade hisses as you squeeze a bit harder around his dick, the pretty ring he’d proposed to you with cold against his skin. 

He almost whines, stopping himself by biting his lip, “Oh, c’mon baby, what’d I do to deserve this teasin’, huh? I fought so valiantly against ol’ Wolvie, didn’t I, princess? Don’t I deserve to be treated nicely?” 

Something about the whiny-ness of his tone sends a pang to your heart, and pussy, and you grind down against his thigh absentmindedly before putting both your hands on his shoulders. 

“Help me out, would ya’, Wadey?” you ask sweetly, shimmying your hips slightly to gain his attention. 

His hands fly to your tights, tugging them down your thighs, lifting your legs softly, one by one, and peeling your pants off, leaving you hovering above him in your prettiest pair of panties. You’d been wearing them as a birthday surprise for him, but you’d both been snagged by the TVA before you could put them to good use… until now. 

Wade’s breath hitches from beneath you as his eyes land on your panties, his lower lip bitten between his teeth as his chest heaves. 

“Fuck, doll-face, what’re you all dressed up for?” he says, tracing a gloved hand over the lacy hem of your white panties, pressing a soft kiss to the little blue bow in the middle, before blowing a puff of cool air onto the damp spot beneath it. 

Your legs wobble softly and a shiver runs up your spine, leaving you grateful for your hands planted on your boyfriend's broad shoulders. 

You muster the breath to say, “They’re for you, baby… Well, they were for your birthday…”

He groans softly, pressing a soft kiss to your mound before pushing the thin fabric to the side, swiping a gloved finger through your slick. 

“Shit, baby.. Y’so wet f’me,” he says, voice breathless. “Fuck those stupid fucking day players, keeping my beautiful fiance, and her beautiful fucking panties from me on my birthday. What assholes, hey baby?” He says, pressing his thumb to your clit harshly as he blows another puff of air onto your slick pussy, causing your hips to buck into the air. 

You whine softly, bringing a hand to pump Wade’s cock once again, nodding mindlessly at his question that he knows you didn’t even hear. 

Wade chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest and shooting straight to your cunt, your thighs squeezing around his hand as he thumbs your clit lazily. 

You shuffle yourself forward on his lap, holding onto Wade’s strong shoulder with your hand, the other slowly pumping his cock as you lift yourself up, breathing hitching as you push yourself down onto the tip of Wade’s dick. 

His breath hitches beneath you, rubbing soothing circles on your hips through his gloves as you sink down onto him. His hands grip your hips tighter as he bottoms out, your eyes squeezed shut as you clamp down on his length. 

“Shit, baby, I could blow my load right now.” Wade gasps, head thrown back as his grip tightens on your hips, moving you up and down on his cock. You follow suit with his movements, digging your nails into the fabric of his suit as you leverage yourself on his shoulders, pushing yourself up and slamming yourself down on his cock, a moan slipping from your lips at every drag of his dick along your walls. 

Your hips stutter slightly, and Wade takes this as his cue, moving his hands from your hips to gain a strong grip on your ass, lifting you up and slamming his hips to meet yours. You whine softly, eyebrows knitting together and biting your lip as the soft squelch of your wetness reverberates around the car, your chest heaving with exertion, skin dewy with a thin sheen of sweat. 

You throw your head back, moaning wantonly, one hand coming off of Wade’s shoulder and pressing against the roof of the car. 

“...Shit…Wade!” you stammer as he moves one hand to your lower stomach, his thumb pressing harshly on your clit through his glove.

You slam your hips down to meet Wade's quicker, chasing your high as Wade slams his hips up to meet yours, his head thrown back against the head-rest behind him, eyes closed, as he groans softly.

"C'mon, doll-face," Wade grunts from beneath you, rubbing cruel circles on your clit as he bucks into you, "...y'gonna cum? Can feel you squeezing around me, princess."

You moan softly, babbling something like a 'uh-huh' as your eyebrows knit together, eyes shutting tight as you feel the coil building in your lower belly, threatening to snap any moment.

Wade feels you clamping around him, looking up and watching as you throw your head back, your grip on his shoulder tightening.

"That's it, baby," he groans from under you, pinching at your clit meanly causing you to whimper softly, your head coming forward, forehead resting against his as you grind down onto his cock.

"C'mon, hotstuff, give it to me..." he grunts, feeling his own orgasm coming as you clench down on him like a vice, a string of curse words sputtering from your lips as he feels you gush around him.

"...Shit, baby... Good girl," he coos, fucking you through your orgasm as he cums, soft grunts sounding in your ear as he bucks into you before stilling, stopping the movements of his thumb on your clit, as he lifts you up gently and pulls out. He pulls his hand away from your clit, but not before collecting a part of the mixture of yours and his cum on his gloved fingers, pushing it slowly back in to your drooling pussy. You whine, overstimulated, and he tuts, pushing your panties back into place and pulling your pants back up your legs, leaning back in the seat as you slump against his chest.

He smiles, giving your bum a soft pat and pressing a kiss to your hairline, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I lied, doll-face, the Honda Odyssey fucks, hard.”

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[bluetimeombre]

ׂׂૢ Hugh and you are WIRED,

You and Hugh take part in the Wired autocomplete interview

[this has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust, enjoy! Not proof read, just the vibes]

'Hello, I am Hugh Jackman,' he smiled at the camera.

'And i'm Y/N.'

'And we're doing the autocomplete interview,' he said.

You smile at how he tried his best. 'The WIRED one,' you added.

Hugh looked back to you. 'Oh yeah.' he laughed and apologised to the crew. 'I'll hold, you peel and read and I'll answer,' said Hugh, taking the board that started with him.

You leaned back in your chair, eyes peering at him. 'So, I do all the work and you sit there, ok, yeah, that's fair.'

He chuckled as you peeled away the first question.

'Is Hugh Jackman Australian?' you read, screwing up the paper and chucking it behind you. 'Um, no, he's not. It's all a bit he does, it's incredible he's kept it up for years,' you answer for him.

Hugh laughed. 'I am, I am Australian,' he insisted.

You shook your head, nudging him friendly. 'Such a good actor. Is Hugh Jackman retired?'

'No, just old,' said Hugh.

You chuckle before looking at the camera. 'He said he was retired but that was a lie,' you poke fun at the amount of times he said he'll never do Logan again... but did Logan again. 'He's a lair like I said- a good actor.'

You rip the next one off. 'Is Hugh Jackman... a good singer? Uh yes!'

'Thank you, there you go,' nodded Hugh.

'He's such a good singer,' you boast, holding his knee. 'Les mis, Oklahoma, The greatest showman.'

'That's where we met,' he smiled. The two of you did meet during the filming of The Greatest Showman.

You smiled back at you. 'We did. Yeah, highly recommend having Hugh Jackman sing to you, it's-it's magic.'

You do a couple more questions before finishing his first board and letting Hugh break it over his knee before chucking it away. 'Oh woah. You know, people would pay to have that done to them.'

Hugh laughs. He takes the board meant for you and peels the first away. 'I've got it love, let me. Is Y/N dead?'

'Starting off strong here,' you said. 'Um, only on the inside.'

Hugh chuckled. 'That's horrible,' he said through his laughter.

'Don't worry babe, I'm still here. Alive and kicking,' you mumble off.

Hugh eventually peeled away the next one. 'Ok, is Y/N in Wolverine origins.'

'No, thank god,' you said as Hugh, again, keeps laughing. 'No, I do not appear in that movie. But a version of my character does for like ten minutes. And i'm sure it was the better ten minutes of the movie.'

'I won't argue with that,' said Hugh.

'So it wasn't me but another actress playing my character.'

'Right, not confusing at all,' said Hugh. 'Just don't think about it really. Yeah. Right, is Y/N a billionaire? If she was, I would've married her by now,' said Hugh.

You laugh, rocking back and forth. 'Now I really need to reach that billionaire status,' you said.

Hugh's board was next.

'Ok, how Hugh Jackman got jacked?' you read, looking over to him. 'How did the Jackman jack?' you asked, the question coming out a bit more on the naughty side than you intended.

The both of you looked at each other promiscuously.

You held up a finger. 'Maybe I should have worded that differently.'

'Yeah,' he chuckled. 'Um, I basically was miserable for six months. No I'm kidding, a lot of training and boiled chicken.'

'Yum! How tall is Hugh Jackman?'

'6'2- 6'3,' he hummed, thinking about it.

'Do you think people are asking cause they're angry you're not 5'3 like Wolverine should've been in the comics?' you asked.

Hugh's face straightened. 'Why'd you have to bring that up?'

You chuckle, peeling away another one. 'What is Hugh Jackman.., made out of?' he laughs as you whisper to the camera. 'Boyfriend material.'

'Is that actually what it says?' he turns the board, checking it. It really did. 'Oh woah. I assume the interweb means the Adamantium in Logan?'

You snorted. 'The interweb, is that what you just called it?'

'Isn't that what the cool kids call it these days?'

You shake your head and toss his board behind you without sparing a thought.

Hugh stared after it. 'Is that how you treat all yours lovers?'

You purse your lips, trying to hold in a laugh. 'It's just a board, babe, you're the real thing.' You picked up the next board for you and handed it to Hugh who was peeling the first one away immediately.

'How is Y/N... oh it ends there. Well, that's very nice, how is Y/N?' Read Hugh, answering before you got the chance. 'She's very well, er, cause she's with me. Next one. Is Y/N single? What a good question.'

Next to you, Hugh was grinning like a mad man, or a man who knew a secret. Or just like an idiot in love. Any of them worked as you just stared back at him. 'Um, you'd have to ask her,' you said, trying to do what you did best and avoid questions.

'We are asking you, c'mon, the people want to know, are you single?' Hugh teased.

You shook your head with pursed lips. 'You know, Y/N is...' you trailed off, mumbling incoherently under his breath.

Hugh chuckled before looking into the camera. 'His name rhymes with Pugh Ackman.'

'Ryan Reynolds, of course!' you say, peeling off the next one yourself. 'Ok, is Y/N in marvel movies? um yes, a few.'

'Most,' Hugh corrected. 'If not all,'

'Yeah, i've done a few in my time,' you answered. 'Started when I was like, sixteen now i'm,' you pretend to count on your fingers, freaking out when you realised the numbers were high. 'Anyway, Hugh's turn!'

'Ok, i'll peel now,' said Hugh, giving you the board.

'Oh thank you, give my poor nails a break,' you said.

'Does Hugh Jackman... smell nice?' he leant over to you and you took an inhale.

You shrug. 'Yeah, he's alright.'

He chuckled and made a gesture at you before going onto the next one. 'Does Hugh Jackman, my name is falling on deaf ears I think now, does Hugh Jackman do all his own singing?'

'Yes, he does!' you yell. 'He's a great singer guys, no debate.'

'No cap!' added Hugh.

'Oh jesus,' you hide your face and laugh into it.

'What?' asked Hugh.

Eventually you moved onto peeling the next one. 'Does Hugh Jackman have tik-tok?'

You laugh too loudly. 'No, could you imagine if he did? I have to help him out with instagram for gods sake.'

'That's true, I do not know what the tik, nor the tok is,' said Hugh. 'Ok, last one on this board. Does Hugh Jackman do all his own stunts? No.' he threw the board.

'That was an easy answer,' you scoff. 'Do you want to tell us why?'

Hugh thought about it. 'No.'

'Alright then, my turn,' you said.

Hugh took the board before you could, not letting you hold it or do your own peeling. 'Alright, ready? Does Y/N do all her own stunts, aw, we're matching.'

You laugh. 'Um, I try to,' you answer. 'I try to, I really do but some are just too dangerous. Like I'm legally not allowed to jump from a building into a dumpster or walk away from an explosion.' You give Hugh a look, referencing that scene in Wolverine origins which he cringed at.

'Does Y/N write her own songs in The Greatest Showman? Can I answer this?' Hugh asked you.

You lean back. 'Only cause I know you're going to gush at me, so go ahead.'

Hugh got his answer ready. 'So when Y/N came on the project, it was only a half developed idea- if that. And I'd seen her at an Oscar's party and we started chatting and I asked if you were interested in this little project we were doing, you immediately came on board and started writing songs for this. I think, in total you wrote, what was it four- five?'

'Five I think,' you nod.

'Five of the greatest songs on that movie. Honestly, hearing it live and in the workshops was just, the best thing i've ever heard,' Hugh looked back at you, a loving smile on his lips.

You pout and rest your head on his shoulder. 'God that Pugh Ackman is a real nice guy.'

Hugh laughed and pecked your forehead. 'Does Y/N enjoy being in the avengers?'

'I do yeah,' you answer. 'I think there's like a lot of talk that when you stop playing a role you're supposed to come out and say you hated it, but I loved it. And I still love it. And I'll always love it.'

Hugh held up a hand. 'That being said. She would love being in the X-men more.' He waited for you to reply but you didn't and just stared at him. 'Ok, never mind. Anyway. Does Y/N drive?'

'Absolutely,' you nod. 'I've got the speeding tickets to prove it.'

'Ok, so these are your last boards,' said the lady behind the camera.

Hugh frowned. 'Oh, i'm having fun,' he said, taking his board.

You shrug. 'We'll just have to google ourselves at home more often.'

Hugh agreed and peeled the next ones, these questions beginning with 'Why'. 'Why Hugh Jackman, returned as Wolverine?'

'Good question, liar,' you said.

'Well, at first, you know, I wasn't going to, I really wasn't,' he spoke, looking to you as if cameras weren't pointing at you. 'But then this Ryan... Gosling guy? I think that's his name. He just kept asking and asking, turning up at my house, he got my number, I don't even know how-'

'Yeah, sorry about that,' you added.

Hugh laughed before carrying on. 'Eventually you know, he waved a bag of cash in my face and I knew, just to get him off my tale, I had to.'

'Yeah, that sounds like a Ryan Gosling move.'

'Why didn't Hugh Jackman win an Oscar?'

'Guys, that's mean,' you tell the camera.

'Thank you, interweb for reminding me I didn't win an Oscar,' said Hugh. 'Well, listen, when you find out you're up against Daniel-Day Lewis, you kinda know not to prepare a speech. And then when your publicist the next day calls and says yeah don't worry, you- you don't worry.'

'You were robbed for Logan,' you mused.

Hugh agreed with a chuckle. 'She's my number one fan. Why Hugh Jackman ran naked?'

You perked up. 'Hello, he what?'

The crew laugh at your excitement.

'It was for X-men two... well, I feel like every X-men movie I strip down,' said Hugh. 'Thinking about it.'

'Got to get that watch rate up,' you said.

'Yeah, exactly. So I did a scene in X-men two where I was running the corridor after just finding the metal in my body and the claws,' he explained, again only looking at you.

You nod, like it was the first time you were hearing the story. 'As you do.'

'And then I turn the corner and the entire crew of women are just there waving dollar bills and I, on reflex, went to cover myself you know and then I cut myself.'

You seethed in pain. 'And then you did it for Wolverine one and two and the next X-men movie,' you listed.

Hugh nodded. 'Then I never stopped.'

'Why would you?' you asked, raking your eyes up and down him and winking.

The last board up was yours.

'Ok, let's go,' said Hugh, scraping at the board. 'Why Y/N is famous?'

You laughed.

'Because she's fucking talented!' said Hugh, 'why wouldn't she be famous?'

You shrug. 'It was gonna happen one way or another. I became famous because I wanted money. And Hugh Jackman, one of them i've got, the other i'm still working on.'

Hugh grinned, wriggling his brows. 'Why did Y/N win an Oscar? Oh, you won one,' he joked, glaring at you as you laughed. 'Lucky you.'

You read the question again. 'I mean- that feels almost condescending you know like oh she won an Oscar, why?'

Hugh stared and pointed at the camera again, repeating himself. 'Because she's fucking talented! Why wouldn't she win an Oscar?'

'I won best actress for a movie called Room, which was very tough, very well written annnndddd I deserved it,' you shrug.

'Why did Y/N marry Hugh Jackman?' he gasped. 'You married him?'

'I have not yet, but I am engaged to Pugh Ackman, so um, please, feel free to send us gifts,' you say causing Hugh to drop the board and laugh. 'Um, I really need a new toasted and he likes watches.'

'Oh, he sounds like a nice guy,' said Hugh.

'He is, he's great.'

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[raccoon-in-the-danger-room]

Thinking about how Wade got his powers from Logan and, now that they're roomies, that Wade might let it slip out one day.

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They're arguing in the kitchen over something stupid. Logan is slowly getting more aggressive with chopping the onions while Wade is up on the counter top, kicking his feet while waiting for whatever is in the oven to be ready.

"You know you should really get less mad at me, peanut. If you're nice to me, you're nice to yourself!"

"I'm not Catholic, so don't try to guilt me like one, and don't you dare play any bullshit pranks on me today or I'll give you two additional assholes."

"Well, that's more holes to stuff me with, so I don't see a problem with that." And before Logan can go claws out and make good on his promise, Wade uses one of his many signature moves: the 'Talk Real Fast and Confuse Them Before They Can Hurt You' special.

"WHOA THERE THINK OF THE BABY!" He screams while grabbing a ladle to jam between the claws and up against Logan's knuckles, keeping him a distance away. "I got a little bit of you inside me! Also, Jesus, we're not making pasta tonight, so I don't want any blood over the food. I won't be able to pass it off as red sauce to Al."

"She's blind."

"But she can taste color."

He groans, and instead of responding to the latter joke, he focuses back on the first. "What's this horseshit about a baby?" He sighs as the timer goes off, and he sheathes his claws to put oven mits on and take the veggies out of the oven.

"I'm just saying some doctors injected me with your DNA!! Not unlike good ol' artifical insemination -- except into my blood stream! Sooooooo, instead of a baby, I got healing factor. Ergo," he said as he booped Logan's nose on a the last word, "if you're nice to me, you're nice to you."

And what Wade thinks is funny banter, quickly turns into a sobering conversation as Logan puts the tray on the counter, not saying a word. Before hissing out -- "...What?"

You can see behind his eyes so many gears turning in his head, and he's not looking at Wade in disgust, confusion, or pity. He's looking at him in guilt, which is not what Wade wanted or expected.

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So yeah it's all teehee chuckle fucks until Logan kinda has a melt down about learning that the freaks who experimented on him used his DNA to hurt others too. That's the hurt, and the comfort is Wade just thanking Logan over and over again that he saved his life. He's physically alive because of him, and he feels alive because of him and the stupid domestic life they've made together.

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Summary : People believe Oscar is thirdwheeling your relationship with Logan. However, they'd be wrong.

Pairing/s: Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri x Reader

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Your relationship with Oscar and Logan had never been one that was shared with the world, and for the longest time, all three of you just assumed it would never be shared with the world. Oscar was more than happy about that. He wasn’t the kind of guy looking for public displays of affection towards him from either you or Logan but when Logan confessed that he wanted to go public Oscar pushed for you and Logan to go public and let fans see him as the third wheel. 

You had obviously argued with the idea. You understood why Oscar didn’t want to. They raced in so many countries where being in any kind of “non standard” relationships would get them banned or arrested, but you could also see where Logan was coming from. He wanted to show you both off. 

You, Oscar and Logan had grown up together karting in England. You can’t actually remember how the relationship between the three of you came around. You had started off as enemies, then moved to friends and all of a sudden became boyfriends and girlfriends. While you couldn’t exactly complain, it would have been nice to have a fun story to tell the grandkids in the future. Maybe one of them had the story hidden somewhere. 

You personally had stopped racing many years ago after seeing how much one season in Formula 4 cost your parents. Deciding that while you wanted to stay in racing, there were many other ways to do that. So you stopped putting your parents through the financial burden of racing and put them through the financial burden of university. 

You couldn’t lie, it did get you somewhere. Between university and an apprenticeship with Aston Martin and all the previous names they went by, you were set for the Formula One world. While you expected to be behind the scenes in the technology campus, you were more than surprised when Lawrence Stroll himself asked you to join them on race weekends. 

Who were you to say, no? Being at the racetrack every weekend and getting to support your boyfriends in person. So here you were walking through the Imola paddock. Oscar and Logan chatting as you trailed slightly behind reading the news on your phone, not paying much attention to what was being said. 

“You okay?” Logan asked as they both stopped walking. You looked up with a nod 

“Hmm? Yeah! Sorry. I was reading the news about back home” You shrugged, and they nodded, continuing to walk, obviously deciding it was a good enough answer considering you do it quite often. They boys stopped outside the Mclaren garage without an indication they were going to stop, causing you to bump into Oscar’s solid back. His hands instantly coming around to stop you from falling 

“Careful” He chuckled as you huffed, straightening your Aston Martin shirt and slipping your phone into your pocket. 

“Next time, tell me we're about to stop” You complained, and Logan laughed, saying his final byes to Oscar. Your hand gently brushed against Oscar’s own hand. 

“Be safe out there” You smiled up at him, causing him to nod 

“You know I will be” He smiled, allowing you and Logan to continue your walk. Logan blabbering about how he thought the race was going to go and just about everything until you got to the Aston Martin garage. 

“Be safe out there” You told him, and he nodded with a smile 

“I’ll do my best” He smiled, walking off as you walked inside the Aston Martin hospitality. 

“And over there just coming in is Y/N. She’s late, but we don’t tell her that” You heard Lance tell a bunch of little kids as you walked over behind him. 

“He does tell me that, but I also keep him safe, so he knows when to be quiet” You hummed, sitting down in the chair next to him. 

When you first started working in AM, you understood why people didn’t like Lance Stroll. However, that was just his guard. When you really got to know him and his family, you understood that they were just normal people, and Lawrence just wanted the best for his son. 

You sat with Lance for a little bit before leaving to the garage to start your own work for the morning. Saying a ‘hello’ to Lawrence as you passed him. 

The rest of the day went as well as it could. Oscar continued to be asked questions about ‘Third Wheeling’ and Logan. Both Oscar and Logan continued to be asked about what it was like to be the grid kid to you and Lance. How that came about you would never understand. Considering you were newer to this side of the paddock than Oscar and Logan. 

The race wasn’t the best with only one out of three cars coming back in one piece. Logan was a victim of Kevin’s dive bombing. It was a good move realistically if it had worked out correctly, but Logan just happened to miss it in his mirrors and went for a move on the car in front at the same time. Lance was a victim of the car not cooperating and ending up in the barriers. A loose wheel, the mechanics had come back and told you both. Whereas Oscar got to keep his 100% lap completed streak. Still the only one this season. 

Logan was waiting outside the Aston Martin Hospitality as you sat with Lance going over some basic race data. 

“Hey Logan’s waiting outside for you. Well, I assume it's you” You looked over before getting up 

“I’ll just be a moment” You mumbled as Lance shrugged 

“Take your time” He leaned back in his seat, obviously not caring about going over the data. However, you hadn’t expected him to make a run for it. 

You walked down to Logan, who reached a hand out to you. Taking his hand on your own. You tilted your head slightly as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Hey what’s wrong?” You frowned, pushing some hair out of his face

“Just my team again” You sighed 

“I really wish you’d let me do something about it Logs” You pressed a kiss to his head where it was lying in the crook of your neck. 

“You know I like doing it by myself though” He explained, and you nodded 

“I do, but Logs the way that team is treating you is ridiculous. One conversation with your grid grandpa and you’d be sorted for at least a year” You joked, getting him to crack a smile 

“Oh we need to have a word about that. How come I’ve got two dads?” He asked 

“How come I’m your fucking mum?” You asked and he laughed, his head falling back. You smiled glad you could make him laugh “Who’s your other dad then?” You asked, having not seen the rumours about it 

“Button” He shrugged, and you whistled 

“Hmm I’m not going to complain about that one” You joked, and he tickled your sides, making you push him away. Oscar appeared next to Logans side “Osc save me” You complained as he just stood there laughing 

“I came to steal Logan for a little bit” He shrugged, and you nodded 

“Go ahead. I need to finish debrief” You smiled, stepping back a little 

“I’ll let you speak to him” Your eyes widened at Logan’s statement.

“Seriously? You’ll let me speak to Lawrence?” You questioned, and he nodded, turning on his heel and walking away with Oscar. You walked back inside groaning as all Lance’s stuff was gone. Obviously. 

“The kid gone missing?” Fernando asked, and you nodded 

“We were almost done anyway. I guess I’ll just let him go” You shrugged, and he nodded, glancing to where you, Oscar, and Logan previously stood. 

“So what’s the real story between you three?” He asked as you walked with him. You almost choked on your own spit at the open question

“I erm. I” You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks 

“I’ve seen the three of you behind closed doors. I used to work with Oscar remember” You nodded, having briefly forgotten about Oscar’s Alpine days. You looked over at him. It was Nando. You looked up to him throughout your karting days, and here he was asking about your relationship. 

“We’re all dating” You explained quietly as Fernando smiled at you with a hum. You looked up at him, confused as you stopped in the garage 

“Are you happy with those two idiots?” He asked, and you nodded with a smile as the blush rose. 

“Very happy Nando” You nodded 

“Good” And with that, he walked away, leaving you to gather your belongings alone. Once all your belongings were in the bag, you walked towards Lawrence's office. Knocking on the door. The man had been like a second father to you since he took over the company

“Come in” He called, and you walked into his office, almost like a school kid about to get told off. “Ah Y/N. Good race today, no?” He asked, and you nodded 

“Would have been better if the wheel stayed on the car” You shrugged, and he nodded, motioning for you to sit down. 

“Can’t go right all the time unfortunately” He replied, and you nodded 

“I guess that’s true” You placed your bag on the floor next to the seat you were now sitting in as he moved around the desk to sit on the same side as you. He didn’t like formal meetings you’d found over the years. 

“So how can I help you?” He asked, and you let out a shaky breath. You hadn’t thought through what you were about to say to him. 

“It’s about Logan” You started, and he motioned for you to continue “Williams isn’t treating him well. Actually they’re treating him like he’s a piece of shit on the grass. And I’m not the kind of person to come in here and ask for favours, but we know he’s a good driver. We both saw him in the junior formulas, and we can see the differences in his and Albon’s car. Please, Lawrence, is there anything you can do for him?” You asked. Lawrence's eyes softened. Obviously, before moving into the F1 paddock you’d warned him about the relationship, and with an NDA signed, he was more than happy to still have you on the team. 

“How bad is it?” He asked and you bit you lip slightly 

“Secrets about Logan’s car, midseason drivers talks. It’s bad. He won’t tell Oscar or I how bad, but it’s bad” Lawrence shook his head 

“That is bad. Look I’ll speak to Mike, but I can’t promise anything” You nodded

“That’s all I ask. It doesn’t have to be a seat even if it’s just a reserve or test driver. I know he’d appreciate it especially if they do replace him with an F2 kid” You sighed, and he nodded

“Anything for my grid grandson” He joked, and you laughed, shaking your head

“Oh my god. Not you as well” You laughed, and he laughed along. 

“Lance was telling me about it. Weird relationship you’ve got there” You laughed with a nod 

“We were talking about that earlier” You nodded 

“Well I’ll speak to Mike. Give me until Canada. Think it can wait that long?” He asked, and you nodded 

“I’m sure it will” You smiled, going to shake his hand as you both stood up however, Lawrence had other plans, pulling you into a hug. 

Back at the hotel, you could tell how Logan was feeling just by how he was moping around the room. You shared a knowing look with Oscar. You grabbed your shoes, pulling them on before pressing a kiss to both their lips, leaving Logan confused before walking out. Leaving them both alone. 

You knew what Oscar’s plan was while you were away, which is exactly why you left without saying a word. Your plan was to go buy a basket for Logan full of things just to cheer him up. Part of yours and Oscar’s master plan every time Logan was feeling down. 

Returning to the hotel room, you knocked on the door, realising that on your way out, you didn’t grab the room key. Oscar pulled the door open, still shirtless, having obviously been in the shower recently. 

“Hey” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you walked into the room. 

“Hey yourself” You hummed, glancing towards the bathroom where the shower was running. Placing the bags on the bed as Oscar’s arms wrapped around your waist looking into the bags as you moved all the goodies into a gift basket. 

Oscar pressed a kiss to your shoulder as you leaned back into him, looking at your handy work with a hum. The shower turned off as you took your shoes off, throwing them next to the pile at the door. 

You had brought all of Logan’s favourite candy – Italy has a lot of American candy sections – some of his other favourite foods as well as a little teddy bear. 

“You forgot something at home” Oscar hummed, and you looked at him with a frown. He reached into his pockets, pulling out your rings. You smiled, holding out your hand, letting him slide them onto your ring finger. 

Logan walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist frowning as he saw the basket sat on the bed. 

“Thought you could do with some cheering up” You smiled, reaching your hand out for him to join you and Oscar. Your arm setting around his waist 

“Lawrence is speaking to Mike. He can’t promise anything, however it’s better than nothing. But we knew you still needed cheering up. So some of your favourites” You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hair before turning his head to kiss Oscar. 

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FAMILY (old man logan x psychic reader)

this is based on that xmen97' in which jean goes to the hospital and they don't want to attend her labor. this can be extremely triggering to some of you since it includes miscarriages so be careful 🫶🏻 but i couldn't give it a sad ending so i kept writing 😭

this is sooo long and i could've kept going talking about old man logan being a dad so i might do a part two. english isn't my first language !!

—logan —. you called him. you used one of your hands to shook his body while your other one rested on your belly.

logan was sleeping peacefully by your side. he rubbed his eyes and frowned when, thanks to the light coming in from the street, he saw your cheeks wet from your tears.

—i can't hear her. i can't- i can't hear her, lo —. you repeated in a rush.

it took him a few seconds to understand what you were talking about but when he finally did, he was quick to get out of bed and turn on the light on his bedside table. he was immortal but his heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw the blood between your legs.

he found it hard to breathe as you both looked into each other's eyes.

he had never seen an expression of terror like the one you had on your face that night. he had a hard time reacting, his body did not respond, he wanted to think that he was inside one of his horrible nightmares. but the sound of your sobs at the sight of the blood, how you squeezed your legs together and your eyes closed shut from the pain of the cramps brought him back to reality.

logan ran to your side of the bed and took you in his arms. —it's okay, baby, it's okay. we're going to the hospital now, it's okay —. you heard him murmur as he kissed your forehead.

when you two left the room, laura was waiting at the door. she had her claws out, after hearing the cries she was already assuming the worst. her facial expression changed from anger to concern when she saw you in his arms, holding onto his neck and crying. she noticed your blood-stained pajama pants. laura hid her claws and followed logan out of the house and to the limousine.

he carefully placed you in the back seats and stopped the girl when she tried to get in the car with you. laura gave him an angry look.

—no, i need you here with charles.

laura grunted and tried to get in the car again. logan stopped her one more time.

—laura, please.

logan was practically begging. his eyes were glossy with tears, he tried to hide it but his hands were shaking. laura gave up after hearing the tone of desperation in which he asked her to stay. she stepped back so logan could get into the car, still frowning that he wouldn't let her go with you.

—wake up charles, tell him what happened and bring him home with you.

laura nodded. logan started the car and stepped on the gas and once you arrived at the hospital, he took you in his arms again. he carefully laid you down on the stretcher brought by the nurses, his grip lingering on your hand as long as possible. when he tried to go with you, they wouldn’t let him.

logan’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but he didn’t argue. he didn’t want to make a scene. despite the urge to fight his way through, to stay by your side, he held back. and he waited, his legs bouncing restlessly, eyes fixed on the doors, hoping someone would come out to give him news. but no one said anything. he waited for what felt like an eternity until, unable to bear it any longer, he stormed up to the front desk.

—where is she? —he growled, eyes dark with rage. the nurse glanced up, confused, looking at papers before finally letting out the truth: they had forgotten to tell him.

forgotten. you had been alone for hours and no one had bothered to let him know. his fists slammed down on the desk, the sound echoing through the quiet waiting room as his voice rose. —you forgot? she’s been in there alone, and you forgot?

they called for a doctor, fearing the situation was escalating. the doctor was cold, didn’t even bother to make eye contact, his gaze focused on the clipboard in his hands. —she had a miscarriage, we are sorry, sir —. the doctor said and continued talking but logan couldn't hear anything past those eight words. he closed his eyes, focusing on his own breathing, shallow as it was. one of his hands moved to his chest, his heart was racing.

all the anger turned into pain and he hated it. —but why? what happened? —. he didn't even know where he got the strength to ask.

—we are not sure, maybe it have been due to her mutation.

logan closed his eyes again and shook his head. sadness quickly turned into a stronger feeling, one that made his face burn and his fists clench tightly. —she's a psychic, what the fuck would that have to do with her pregnancy?

—sir.

—no one in this fucking hospital has ever cared about us.

—sir, i'm going to have to ask you to calm down. we treat all of our-

—always blaming our mutations instead of doing your fucking jobs.

and when he finally saw you, lying on the hospital bed, he ran and wrapped his arms around you. when he entered the room he noticed that you had been crying before, your eyes were red and your face was wet. —i'm so sorry, —he whispered, his voice breaking slightly as he held you. —i should have been here. god, i'm so sorry.

—i'm sorry, logan, i'm so sorry —you sobbed against his chest. his hands held your head closer to him, his fingers caressed your hair. you began to sob as soon as your head rested on his chest

—it's not your fault, baby. you did nothing —he mumbled. he planted a kiss on the top of your head as he struggled to not let the tears in his eyes slide down his cheeks. —it's not your fault, you hear me? i'm sorry this happened to you.

laura didn't quite know how to approach you.

she was not good with words and physical contact had never been her greatest strength either. she definitely took it after her father. she would stand in the doorway of your room watching you curled up on the bed. it seemed wrong to go in, you had a hard time sleeping and when you finally did, logan made sure that no one bothered you. but it felt even more wrong to just stand there once again without doing anything.

she walked carefully into the room and sat down on the bed. with even more care, she placed your head on her legs and played with your hair the same way logan did until you finally fell asleep. he peeked into the room when he saw the door open, she thought he would get angry but he simply closed the door and left you.

charles spent more time at home than in his hideout.

the morning after you came home from the hospital he moved with his wheelchair to your room. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, with your head down and a hand on your belly. it had not had time to grow much, you were still in the first trimester of pregnancy but you could already notice how it was beginning to swell and become hard.

charles placed a hand on your head and closed his eyes. he could feel the sorrow and guilt, the overwhelming sense of loss. the thoughts echoed in your mind and now also in his. was it something you did? something you didn’t do? there was shame, a feeling of failure that made it hard to look others in the eye, in logan's eyes, afraid he might see the same blame you saw in yourself. beneath it all was the quiet pain of loneliness, even if you weren’t truly alone, and the sense of helplessness that made everything feel out of control.

charles blanked your mind for a few seconds and you sighed in relief.

logan didn’t know how to talk about the loss.

his silence wasn't indifference, he had just never been one to talk about his feelings but it never crossed his mind to leave you alone for a second. only when he had to go to work and he spent the whole night driving and thinking about you. when he came home, he'd crawl into bed with you and hug you from behind. sometimes, when he was gone, laura would take his place and fall asleep next to you. you would end up squeezed between the two of them and in those moments, everything hurt a little less.

every now and then, you’d catch him staring at you, his eyes heavy with a mixture of pain and love, like he wished he could take it all away for you but knew he couldn’t.

you know he was grieving too, even if he never said it aloud, you could hear it in his thoughts. his grief wasn’t the kind that spilled out in tears or words, it stayed locked inside him. he’d work late into the night on something, fixing things that didn’t need fixing, pouring all his energy into tasks that kept his hands busy and his mind focused. and when he finally lay in bed next to you, his breath would hitch, just for a moment, when he thought you had fallen asleep.

you barely had the strength to use your powers, but you needed to know what was going through his mind. you knew that sometimes just being near him was enough. you’d rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his body slowly ease. his mind became quieter, more peaceful, when you were with him, as if your connection was the only thing that soothed him.

some weeks later, there was a knock on your door. you exchanged quick glances with logan and charles because visitors were rare since you lived in the middle of nowhere so whoever was on the other side couldn’t have come by accident. logan, with a defensive attitude, went to see who was at the door while you waited with charles. laura followed logan, her small figure staying close behind, and her hand gripping the fabric of his jeans.

—the wolverine —. the young woman at your door said in a sigh, surprised.

logan rolled his eyes and tried to shut the door after hearing that name. the girl pushed it with extreme force, making the wood creak and logan and laura had to take a step backwards. laura pulled out her claws while logan was shocked.

she was a mutant.

—oh, sorry. i didn't mean to, i still don't know how to control it.

—yeah? why don't you figure it out away from my fucking property? —he said through gritted teeth and tried to close the door again.

—wait! my mom is a doctor! she works with mutants!

logan was only getting angrier, how did she find where you lived? and what was she suggesting? because it sounded like you were all going to be locked up in a laboratory. he finally managed to shut the door.

—i'm not here to cause any trouble! she knew charles, she studied at oxford as well! i was at the hospital the night you lost the baby! —the girl said from outside the house as silence fell inside of it.

logan opened the door again, angrily, but before he could do or say anything, charles called his name and rolled the wheelchair to the door, his calm presence cutting through the intensity of the moment. the girl's surprise at seeing charles xavier himself alive was even stronger than when she was greeted by the wolverine. —professor xavier... you're alive.

charles smiled faintly and nodded. —now, why don’t you come inside and explain yourself? It seems you’ve come quite a long way.

logan’s shoulders tensed, but he didn’t stop charles. he still didn’t trust the girl, not for a second, but he trusted charles. his eyes flicked to you, not really sure what was going on. laura sat next to you when the young woman entered your house, her eyes never leaving the stranger as she approached to say hello. her small body shifted subtly, leaning forward just enough to shield you.

—start talking, —logan growled —how did you find us, and what the hell do you want?

—i didn't come to harm you or your family —. she said quickly. —my name is amy. i'm named after my mom, dr. amy, she's been working with mutants for years, helping them. she met charles at oxford.

charles slowly nodded. —i remember amy. she was brilliant. she was studying medicine by the time i was finishing my phd in genetics. she had this mutation in her eyes...

amy nodded. —heterochromia, yes, that’s her —. her gaze shifted to you. —i was at the hospital that night, i'm doing my residency there, i'm sorry for the way you were both treated. —she continued, her voice softening with sympathy. —i didn’t mean to intrude, but i’ve been following your situation closely ever since. i… i’m sorry for your loss.

you slowly nodded. you sensed that she had no bad intentions, you had seen it inside her head.

—i looked at your papers and no one in that hospital was following your pregnancy. there were no record of your ultrasound scans, no scheduled checkups. they haven’t even called you for the routine appointments.

the room fell silent, her words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. logan’s reaction was instant. his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening with anger. the realization hit you hard—they had practically left your baby to die, neglecting something so vital, so basic. you wanted to cry. your hand instinctively moved to your belly. the tears threatened to spill, but you held them back.

—what does your mother have to do with us? —logan asked.

—my mom can help you, in case you want to try for a baby again.

you had never really thought about it, the pain of losing the first was still too fresh. logan had never pushed the idea, either. but with this stranger standing in your home, offering hope, you felt something stir inside you. it wasn’t exactly the desire to try again, but more like a door had been cracked open, just enough for the possibility to slip through.

—she has a clinic in the city, —the girl continued, sensing the tension in Logan but not backing down. —she’s helped many mutants who’ve been denied care in hospitals. she has dedicated her life to helping us, not just our symptoms but understanding our struggles. she truly cares.

—why would we trust her? how can we know that she’s any different from the rest? —you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

—because i’m here, —the girl insisted, her voice steady. —i wouldn’t put myself in danger if i didn’t believe in what she does. i’ve seen her work with people who’ve been told they’re not worth the effort. she doesn’t treat us like lab rats; she treats us like people.

after countless conversations with logan and making sure that he was truly ready too, you both finally decided to go to see dr. amy.

the doctor who greeted you was a kind-looking elderly woman with a gentle smile that immediately put you at ease. her eyes, one blue and one green, radiated understanding. you didn’t need to tell her your story—her daughter had already filled her in so you wouldn’t have to relive the pain.

you went to see her several times, although most of them it was you who did the talking as Logan sat beside you, listening intently. he was always there, his presence solid, even if his words were few. after several visits and tests, after long talks and careful consideration, you both finally decided that you were ready to try again.

you stepped out of the bathroom, the pregnancy test gripped tightly in your hand, your heart racing as if it might burst from your chest. he'd been pacing, hands running over his face. the second he heard the door open, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face you. his eyes immediately locked onto yours, desperate for any sign the test result.

—it's positive —. you spoke in a soft, quiet voice.

logan froze, his eyes widened slightly at your words. he stared at you, then at the test, and back to your face again. —you’re… you’re pregnant?

you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. —yeah, it’s positive.

as soon as he hugged you, the tears started to fall. you couldn’t hold them back any longer—fear, relief, and everything in between overwhelmed you. you buried your face in his chest, your body shaking with quiet sobs. —i’m so scared —. you whispered against him, your voice trembling.

—i know, baby, i'm scared too. but it'll work —. logan held you tighter and kissed the top of your head. you felt how as his hands shook as he gently stroke your back.

logan made it a priority to talk with the doctor at every appointment, asking questions, wanting to know exactly what you needed and how he could help. and he made the pregnancy feel easier in ways you hadn’t expected, he remembered every mental notes he had taken from the doctor.

he’d help you with things like showering when it became difficult to balance or reach certain places. his touch was always gentle, his movements careful, making sure you felt safe and supported. and every night he'd gently rub lotion on your growing belly and give you foot massages, his strong calloused hands rubbing away the soreness from carrying extra weight. you’d close your eyes, sighing in relief, and he’d smile quietly. and when your clothes stopped fitting, it was him who offered up his own. he’d hand over his t-shirts and flannels, which hung loose on you and smelled like him.

laura was too scared to get close to you, her eyes wide with worry every time she saw your growing belly, as if you were too fragile to touch. but as the weeks passed, laura’s curiosity got the better of her, she hesitated before slowly approaching. she looked at your belly, then up to you for permission. when you gave her a soft smile and nodded, she knelt beside you.

she only placed her hand gently on your belly, her touch feather-light, almost afraid to make any real contact. then, she rested her head softly against your bump, her ear pressed close, hoping to hear her future sister. you watched as her face softened. she kept her hand on your belly, waiting, and after a few minutes, the baby gave a small kick. laura’s eyes lit up, her lips curving into a rare, genuine smile.

—she kicked —. she whispered, glancing up at you, as if asking if she was allowed to be excited.

the labor was easier than you had feared, but the pain still came in waves, intense and overwhelming. logan never left your side. he held your hand tightly through every contraction and encouraged you to push. and once your newborn daughter was placed on your chest, logan leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead as he told you how well you did.

not long after, the door to the room opened and there was laura. she gently approached, her gaze fixed on her new sister. logan stepped aside slightly, letting laura get closer. she stood next to the bed, staring in wonder, and then carefully, she reached out to touch the baby’s tiny hand.

logan was meant to be girl's dad.

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karma - part ten

series masterlist // previous // next

natalia leclerc fuck charles leclerc and his super sperm

daniel ricciardo what happened to hello? how are you? good morning

liam lawson talk about top 10 things i never want to see first thing in the morning

yuki tsunoda considering your current situation, i would say you have fucked charles leclerc

ben santos-ruiz max is trying max verstappen fuck you benjamin

oscar piastri-leclerc somethings are too much for me

sebastian vettel does this have something to do with the doctor's appointment you had this morning?

natalia leclerc yes sebastian, it does

ollie bearman-leclerc did you kill charles? is that why he's not here?

natalia leclerc that bitch is too busy laughing at my predicament natalia leclerc he participates all of five minutes and somehow I'M stuck carrying TWO of his spawns!!

max verstappen wait, have you picked godparents? do i get to be a godparent?

pato o'ward-leclerc what on earth makes you think they picked god parents already??

natalia leclerc i'll have you know, no, we're still thinking about that

logan sargeant-leclerc I VOLUNTEER!!

ollie bearman-leclerc so pick me, choose me

max verstappen ??

ollie bearman-leclerc you are the most chronologically offline f1 driver i have ever met. i bet fernando would get that reference and he's ancient

oscar piastri-leclerc thank you for the blackmail for when you want to do the thing

ollie bearman-leclerc FUCK YOU! DON'T DO THAT SHIT!

jenson button what on earth are they arguing about?

natalia leclerc nothing. i swear.

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natalia_leclerc surprise, but not really because someone spoiled it. p.s. don't worry people, he's still alive, but not after i see him in hungary.

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charles_leclerc thank you for giving me the best gift i could've ever asked for 💙

natalia_leclerc i'm sorry for nearly giving you a heart attack when you found out the day before your home grand prix 💙 charles_leclerc no, you're not but that's okay. i wouldn't have it any other way.

arthur_leclerc I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!! (NOT CLICKBAIT) (FOR REAL)

maxverstappen1 you don't have to worry about her killing you over this one arthur_leclerc what i did is small compared to what lando did

landonorris I SAID I'M SORRY!! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!

natalia_leclerc you're dead norris. dead ⚰️

uesr1 wait, how did charles find out? with the cake?

natalia_leclerc you know that day where he was spotted running around the paddock like a maniac? user1 yeah? natalia_leclerc that day. i sent a picture in our family group chat with three different positive pregnancy tests and then ghosted them 💀

user2 you're telling me charles found out through a text?!

natalia_leclerc I PANICKED OKAY? HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF QUALI WHEN I FOUND OUT! bensantos_ruiz we found out she was dating charles through a gossip page. this is nothing new for her maxverstappen1 and then you found out she was married through her instagram stories bensantos_ruiz my sister has a flair for the dramatic, what can i say? charles_leclerc it's okay because i love her.

olliebearman GUYS! I'M GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER!!

user3 you are taking this way too seriously bensantos_ruiz i was told to inform people that my dad says to not tell ollie anything. and seb. user3 oh so they're family, family.

sukiwaterhouse congrats!!! can't wait to meet baby ruiz

charles_leclerc this is new levels of haterism suki sukiwaterhouse oh i know 😉 psa to carlosainz55 only i'm allowed to hate on charles. not you. charles_leclerc oh my god natalia_leclerc it's leclerc-ruiz suki, we've talked about this sukiwaterhouse of course my love, anything you say my love charles_leclerc 🫵 simp sukiwaterhouse i know your ass ain't talking leclerc

redbullracing if admin let out a loud scream, no can legally tell us anything.

natalia_leclerc red bull admin, i seriously love you.

aurorabutton congratulations!! if the way you treat your grid kids says anything it's that you're going to be great parents!!

natalia_leclerc thank you aurora! charles_leclerc thank you little button! maxverstappen1 why the fuck does he get to call you little button but not me? aurorabutton he's charles leclerc you sid the sloth

aurorabutton currently waiting for peter pettigrew to find a way to ruin the moment and make this about him

user4 not peter pettigrew 💀😭 user5 never has he been described more accurately.

carlossainz55 you just had to find a way to tie him down didn't you?

maxverstappen1 you speak like someone who was in love with charles and not natalia, which we all know you were or still are, it’s hard to remember sometimes olliebearman don't you have other things to do? like find your jobless ass a seat for next year? natalia_leclerc i tied him down when we were 6 and he pulled on my pigtails because he didn't know how to talk to me but thanks! charles_leclerc so this is what the children call pick me behavior?? patriciooward no one wants you here, go away!! oscarpiastri don't you have a girlfriend to go cheat on? logansargeant man why do you have to ruin the moment? we're having a good time and you just ruin the vibes, like always. aurorabutton oh go fuck yourself sainz. maybe norris can help you out? landonorris WHY THE FUCK AM I CATCHING STRAYS??

alex_albon petition to have myself be godfather??

natalia_leclerc done. you're hired! maxverstappen1 THAT'S ALL IT TAKES?! alex_albon i can't tell if she's being serious or not? natalia_leclerc you are quite literally the reason charles and i are together? silverstone 2017 ringing a bell? alex_albon OH I DID DO THAT! user6 ALEX ALBON IS THE REASON THEY'RE TOGETHER?? alex_albon we were all sick and tired of the will they won't they thing they had going on so i locked them in a closet before silverstone race day in 2017 and wouldn't let them out until they confessed their feelings for each other

rileykeough congratulations to the happy couple!! excited to meet baby leclerc-ruiz!!

natalia_leclerc thank you my love ❤️ charles_leclerc please stop asking me to name our child after you rileykeough OH COME ONE! ALBON GETS TO BE GODFATHER BUT I CAN'T GET ONE NAMED AFTER ME? alex_albon why am i catching strays??

pierregasly WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HELLO? HOW ARE YOU? WHY WAS I NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS??

charles_leclerc so that's who i forgot to tell pierregasly APOLOGY WITH TEARS!!!

kellypiquet congrats, you look beautiful 💙

natalia_leclerc kelly, i'm not kidding, i might cry kellypiquet oh, i understand, trust me

isahernaez felicitaciones!! no cabe duda que van a ser los mejores papas para sus pequeños 💙

natalia_leclerc isa, me vas a hacer llorar más 🥹 te extraño, tenemos que encontrarnos pronto isahernaez obvio! dime cuándo y a qué horas y allí estaré! user7 my favorite ex-ferrari wags 😭💔

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charles_leclerc il n'y a personne d'autre au monde avec qui je voudrais devenir parents à part toi (there's no one else in the world who i would rather be parents with)

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maxverstappen1 two photoshoots for a pregnancy announcement seems like a lot

natalia_leclerc just say you're bitter that he picked me and not you. maxverstappen1 never ever natalia_leclerc you're the other woman! maxverstappen1 no, YOU'RE the other woman! aurorabutton pack it up emily, victor, and victoria

danielricciardo congrats!!! can't wait to meet baby leclerc-ruiz

natalia_leclerc have i told you how much i love you mr. honey badger?? charles_leclerc thank you daniel danielricciardo yes, i'll steal more stroopwafels from max natalia_leclerc you're the best mr. ricciardo

liamlawson30 A MINI LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!!!

yukitsunoda0511 you have to stop calling him lightning mcqueen liamlawson30 the day carlos stops being bitter about charles having everything he wanted with natalia is the day i'll stop user8 oh so this is a red bull v sainz family thing liamlawson30 no it's a leclerc-ruiz v sainz thing but we firmly stand on charles and nat's side.

redbullracing brb preparing the red bull baby gear!!

charles_leclerc please don't over do it. redbullracing what do you mean?? it's not like we mass ordered a baby pram?? for every stage of the babies life?? charles_leclerc oh mon dieu

lorenzotl maman hasn't stopped crying since she saw nat's post

bensantos_ruiz oh i don't think dad's gone a day without bursting into tears arthur_leclerc wait, does this mean i'm not the favorite anymore? natalia_leclerc you never were, that was me charles_leclerc that's because you were the only girl and let maman do your hair all the time

pierregalsy wtf does she mean when she says i can't be godfather??

natalia_leclerc i meant what i said gasly charles_leclerc she said she doesn't trust a man who makes 🐶 jokes pierregasly SO YOU PICKED ALEX OVER ME? natalia_leclerc alex is a very responsible man, who sometimes does questionable things but we love him. alex_albon name one time i've done something questionable natalia_leclerc before your appendix surgery you texted me saying i had to be ready in case you didn't make it. alex_albon i've seen greys anatomy.

user8 the stars have really aligned for charles leclerc this year haven't they?

user9 bestie, what do you mean? user8 well, he's championship leader right now, he's married to the love of his life, he's going to be a dad, and he won monaco user10 charles leclerc, what sacrifices did you make to get to this point? user11 carlos' seat at ferrari 💀 ❤ by charles_leclerc user9 this man is messy as fuck and i love that for him

charles leclerc i wasn't going to ask but natalia said i had to, thoughts on going to the eras tour?

ollie bearman-leclerc DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK?! I WANT TO GO!! TAKE ME WITH YOU!!

natalia leclerc i told you they would want to go

pato o'ward-leclerc i am a swiftie first and human second.

oscar piastri-leclerc it's like you hate us or something

logan sargeant-leclerc i just know max wouldn't treat us this way.

charles leclerc fuck you logan, i'm a way better parent than max.

ollie bearman-leclerc i bet max wouldn't forget about p if he was going to the eras tour with kelly

charles leclerc okay, i didn't forget about you guys, but we are going with pierre and kika

pato o'ward-leclerc OH SO YOU FORGET ABOUT US BUT NOT PIERRE AND KIKA?

natalia leclerc in his defense kika and i were the ones who wanted to go and i told him you four would want to go too

oscar piastri-leclerc oh? and what did he say?

charles leclerc i said that you wouldn't want to go

logan sargeant-leclerc IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW US!!

pato o'ward-leclerc DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!!

ollie bearman-leclerc so we're not going to the eras tour??

ollie bearman-leclerc 🙁🙁

charles leclerc i have 4 extra tickets??

ollie bearman-leclerc LET'S FUCKING GO!!! I HOPE I GET THUG SONG AS MY SURPRISE SONG

pato o'ward-leclerc REPUTATION ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

logan sargeant-leclerc DEBUT ANNOUNCEMENT!!

oscar piastri-leclerc lily's going to kill me for going without her

natalia leclerc at least one of you has your priorities straight

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video transcript: "look amore, i learned this last night!" - charles "people have been doing that for ages charles. stop acting so old!" - ollie "yeah charles, this behavior is kinda embarrassing." - oscar "this is why logan and i are the favorites." - pato just so we're clear... the best lunch date 🩷 don't tell the boys by the way, taylor sang wonderland for me. i know because the voices told me (this is a joke. please don't start saying i'm crazy) mi corazón 🥹🥹 the boys are arguing over what we're getting for dinner in the back btw.

HUNGARY 2024

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oscar piastri!! grand prix winner!! a well deserved victory, no matter what anyone says. (that is my son and i will fight anyone who says anything about him)

oscar piastri-leclerc patricio ask rossi when he's going to win a race with mclaren?

pato o'ward-leclerc damn he wins one race and suddenly he's bold ollie bearman-leclerc let him have this. he almost lost it to his teammate

natalia leclerc i'm willing to commit murder if you need me too

charles leclerc please don't. logan sargeant-leclerc no, no, please do. it's the least they deserve. ollie bearman-leclerc i can get someone to light their hospitality on fire again oscar piastri-leclerc please don't.

pato o'ward-leclerc sounds like you guys don't like fun.

charles leclerc no, we just don't want them to end up in prison for attempted murder or arson.

ollie bearman-leclerc fine, we egg zac brown's car and mclaren hospitality.

logan sargeant-leclerc legally we won't get in trouble for that

oscar piastri-leclerc there's literally cameras everywhere on the paddock

natalia leclerc fuck you guys, we want to burn down mclaren for this shit and you won't let us

ollie bearman-leclerc to be fair, she also wanted to light williams on fire after australia and she didn't have an emotional attachment to logan yet.

charles leclerc WRONG!

charles leclerc she's had an emotional attachment to logan since last season. she was always asking about him.

logan sargeant-leclerc aww, she's mother guys

ollie bearman-leclerc that's the worst joke you could've ever fucking made. logan sargeant-leclerc i've made worse jokes and you know it ollie. oscar piastri-leclerc oh ollie, you haven't witnessed how bad his jokes can get

pato o'ward-leclerc i bet mark would let us egg mclaren and zac's car

logan sargeant-leclerc that's literally your boss

pato o'ward-leclerc and i'm just supposed to forget that he paraded the orange donald around the paddock??

natalia leclerc i feel like we moved on too quickly from that as a society

ollie bearman-leclerc the orange donald??

oscar piastri-leclerc oh ollie, sweet innocent naïve ollie logan sargeant-leclerc oh ollie ollie bearman-leclerc i'm so fucking confused charles leclerc i am too, who is this orange donald? natalia leclerc someone get the presentation ready.

SPA 2024

yuki tsunoda i'll bite his fucking ankles

liam lawson i'll take his kneecaps

santiago ruiz why is your first resort always violence??

yuki tsunoda why isn't it yours?

natalia leclerc added 1 person

aurora button i can light his house on fire?

mark webber jesus christ, that's your kid jenson? jenson button yup sure is

max verstappen i'll take him out the next race, trust me.

kimi raïkkönen ???

sebastian vettel don't act dumb now kimi, you're literally the one who sent the threatening email to fred. kimi raïkkönen when the hell did i do that? jenson button earlier this morning? i was literally there with you and seb when you sent it?

pato o'ward-leclerc they're having a threesome

aurora button and somehow i'm the crazy one here daniel ricciardo talk about dream foursome fernando alonso what the hell?

yuki tsunoda and what will the war criminal himself be bringing to the revenge table?

fernando alonso the psychological torture of the sainz family.

natalia leclerc can you marry my dad?

santiago ruiz i'm straight??

fernando alonso to torture the sainz family?? count me in.

mark webber there's no way you're willing to marry someone to fuck with the sainz family. oscar piastri-leclerc hell, i would do it if would fuck with carlos. logan sargeant-leclerc mr. ruiz is a dilf. i would marry tf outta him too. ollie bearman-leclerc i see we're finally admitting that we find mr. ruiz hot max verstappen i had a crush on him too

ben santos-ruiz WHY DO ALL OF YOU FIND MY DAD HOT??

jenson button have you seen your father?? natalia ruiz oh my god not you too kimi raïkkönen sebastian said to say that i agree too max verstappen free kimi from us (but not really we actually need him here)

santiago ruiz i'm flattered but i'm not marrying fernando

fernando alonso consider this, it would make the sainz family livid. santiago ruiz i'll think about it.

yuki tsunoda i can't believe we're doing this for the bit.

daniel ricciardo i mean, i think it would so much funnier if max married him but i doubt kelly would allow that.

aurora button max's old lady is so boring for not letting this happen

max verstappen can we not call my girlfriend old? thanks.

logan sargeant-leclerc so are they getting married over summer break or??

mark webber FERNANDO HAS A GIRLFRIEND?

fernando alonso she understands why i'm doing this.

sebastian vettel this is the best joke we've ever planned

mark webber WHY ARE YOU AGREEING TO THIS?? sebastian vettel because it's fucking hilarious man

oscar piastri-leclerc sounds like someone's mad fernando didn't want to marry him

mark webber die.

ben santos-ruiz god help us all

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natalia_leclerc a week spent with the grid kids + grid dads

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user12 so i max their grid kid or a grid dad??

user13 he's liam's grid dad?? i thought that was universal knowledge??

francesca.cgomes yes, flaunt that fucking baby bump

natalia_leclerc they already think it's fake, might as well flaunt it

jensonbutton when did my daughter become one of your grid kids??

natalia_leclerc somewhere between bullying carlos, defending my honor, and another secret third thing. jensonbutton what's the secret thing? aurorabutton it's a secret dad, that means you can't know jensonbutton i'm your father? aurorabutton yes, and?

user14 so is fernando natalia's grid dad?

user15 he totally is. i've seen him glare at carlos one too many times this season. user14 oh you're so right. i fear carlos made a mistake, he pissed off the entire grid.

alex_albon so am i not your grid kid??

natalia_leclerc you're more like my grid brother alex_albon i'll take it and if the rumors are true, i'll make his life a living hell charles_leclerc i've never been more proud

maxverstappen1 let the world know you crashed my padel date with charles

natalia_leclerc HE ASKED ME TO COME YOU SID THE SLOTH! danielricciardo i remember when he used to be in love with me, now he's obsessed with charles charles_leclerc i took your seat and your man danielricciardo TOO SOON!

olliebearman at what point can i convince you to adopt kimi?

patriciooward i don't need another brother logansargeant the baby on the way is more than enough oscarpiastri this alone convinces me that i was better off with three sisters instead of three brothers.

yukitsunoda0522 petition to have me as your next grid kid?

natalia_leclerc food included? yukitsunoda0522 anything for the pregnant lady natalia_leclerc score, you are so in yuki, welcome to the family user16 yuki took oscar's mum and his grid mum user17 i can't explain it but it's such a yuki thing to do.

sukiwaterhouse can i be the next mother of your children??

charles_leclerc suki, i will run you over redbullracing he's joking. i promise. sukiwaterhouse i've seen you mad, you look like a disgruntled kitten, bring it car-boy charles_leclerc CAR-BOY??

redbullracing boss man (leo) looks so cool here. kimi is alright.

natalia_leclerc this is why i love you admin redbullracing i'm blushing ☺️

olliebearman so about that family vacation?

logansargeant they might need some time away from us ollie patriciooward from you maybe, not from me. oscarpiastri FROM ALL OF US! aurorabutton speak for yourself aussie. i'm clearly the favorite oscarpiastri YOU'RE NOT EVEN IN THE GROUPCHAT! natalia_leclerc dinner after break? olliebearman as long as charles doesn't cook, i'm in. logansargeant deal!

user18 mother, you have to put us out of our misery. is it 1 or 2 baby leclercs??

natalia_leclerc he participates 5 minutes and suddenly i'm stuck carrying 2 of his spawns bensantos_ruiz it's actually your fault because tio pablo and tia patricia are twins. charles_leclerc i told her that but it's still my fault. user19 TWO BABY LECLERCS?!!

user20 oh this is going to make carlos sainz go even more insane. he's going to be plagued by a mini charles and a mini natalia

user21 dare i say it's a reincarnation of ollie and aurora?? who are basically mini charles and mini natalia?? user22 holy shit, you're so right user23 love that we've all decided it's going to be a boy and girl user20 the world needs to humble carlos sainz so of course it's going to be a boy and a girl

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¡leclerc-s speaks! any ideas on who should be the face-claim for natalia's dad because after this week i would just find it absolutely hilarious if it was pedro pascal because the pictures of him and charles just look like charles is enamoured with him. but any other ideas besides pedro?? now, on a serious note, i will forever hate mclaren for tainting oscar's first win, and he also deserved a proper celebration on the podium, so in my delulu land charles and max were on the podium with him. before anyone asks, yes it does hurt to write logan in this story knowing what's coming but there's no way i'm going to write him off after the williams thing.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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logan on that plane when the divorcees started arguing had to have been AT LEAST one of his top 20 worst moments in life if not at least one of the most awkward like imagine not liking flying in the first place and then the plane starts being crumpled like tin foil once the metallokinetic gets frustrated and now we're all nosediving towards the middle of the ocean

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We're simply meant to be

I just had to write something about them. ❤️💜 This time it's longer than usual, and not proofread (sorry) but if you enjoy this little piece, you can read the rest on AO3.

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In the afternoon, Roman is still quite relaxed. He polishes the blade of his sword, humming verses of Sally’s song. Hey, why not? He is only 51% sure that this is a kind of date tonight. It’s not as if Virgil was in any way clear with his all-but-nothing sentence.

»You're right, Roman. We can live like Jack and Sally if we want to.«

There. The word 'date' has not been used in any form.

Virgil had laughed at this point, to Roman’s utter bewilderment. A delightful little laugh that took up all of his attention and everything else outside had ceased to exist. And of course Roman had not known how to help himself other than to take the whole thing to the next level.

»And sit together, now and forever,« he had said, and had taken Virgil’s hands carefully in his. In this moment, Roman had only felt his heart pounding against his ribs in a whirling drum solo.

After that, Virgil had turned away in embarrassment and mumbled something that sounded like, »See you later.«

So maybe it is a date after all.

Perhaps.

(It’s certainly not.)

For seconds Roman bites his fingernails helplessly. He had seen so many cheesy romance movies in his life that he liked to consider himself an expert in the field. There was nothing to surprise him, as he knew all the signs and all the rules. And if you can no longer rely on cheesy romantic movies, then what?

But somehow all these rules never apply to Virgil.

How did they get here in the first place? Aren't they supposed to argue and fight like in the good old days? Sometimes, Roman likes to picture the deep, passionate rivalry he and Virgil have for each other. He imagines them having endless discussions about Disney characters, staring at each other in a fiery way. And when no one is around, Roman sighs deeply and longingly at this point and buries his heated face in velvety soft red silk pillows.

In the evening, Roman takes a look at his imaginary wardrobe and starts hyperventilating. He’s never had a no-date before. With nobody.

He has no idea what to wear and if he has any piece of clothing that says, 'When you look at me, I can’t breathe, and whenever you’re around me, I talk a lot more nonsense than usual, but if this is a date, I’d be totally fine with it.'

Lately, Virgil had just been too nice and peaceful around him. He means, nice… within the scope of his limited possibilities. Roman can’t say that this is terribly unpleasant, it’s just very… irritating. He has to do something. Or rather, he has to delegate this problem very quickly so that someone else does it for him.

Roman was great at delegating. This talent was practically innate. That's why he calls Logan.

»We have a… situation,« Roman explains dramatically. »I don't know what to wear!«

Logan throws a 'What do you want from me?' look at him. He raises his eyebrows wordlessly and completely unimpressed and makes absolutely no attempt to move even a millimetre from the spot.

»C’mon, Teach, I need your advice here!«

Usually, Logan would not have been his first choice in terms of clothing and taste, but he also has that unclouded and focused sight that Roman needed right now.

»Pleeeaaase!«

Logan sighs and Roman strongly assumes that this is supposed to mean agreement. Probably, Roman had convinced him with his astute argumentation and natural authority. That, or Logan, for once just doesn’t think a discussion is worth the trouble.

»What's the occasion?« he asks without further ado, pushing his glasses up in an unconscious gesture.

»Something… important,« Roman says vaguely.

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jack, trevor and cole navigated their way through the paddock in montreal once again. however this time, you were joining them for the weekend.

"wait we're only allowed inside one garage this weekend?" trevor asked as you walked past the motorhomes.

you led the crew towards the mclaren motorhome as the three boys took in their surroundings. this was not what they experienced last time they were here.

this all happened when your teammate mentioned being at the race with his friends, you mentioned also going and managed to pull some strings into getting passes.

"trev, we're lucky we're allowed inside a garage," cole muttered.

you halted before the garage and turned to all three guys. "rules for the weekend. no switching teams, if you don't want to wear papaya then wear a different colour. be respectful to the drivers and their cars, think of them as if someone's trying to touch your sticks before a game".

the boys thought you were done and were about to enter the garage when you stopped them one last time. "and finally, have fun this weekend," you concluded.

the three hockey players gave each other confused looks before following after you.

one of the mechanics noticed you first and waved before gesturing to where your boyfriend was. you smiled, thanked them and headed off in the direction they pointed at.

jack, trevor and cole waited at the back as they saw you approach lando and oscar. the first three were confused as to how settled you felt in the environment.

"do you think she works here over the summers?" trevor asked. jack side-eyed his best friend before rolling his eyes. "that wouldn't make sense z cause then how does she train," he answered, playing along.

trevor nodded in understanding before watching as lando came over to give you a hug. "I bet she's dating that one," jack pointed to the standing brit.

cole and trevor scoffed. "what makes you think that?" cole asked.

"how else would she get these amazing tickets," jack pointed out in a duh tone.

the three boys argued over who you could be dating as you caught up with lando. they shut up quickly when they noticed you walking over to them.

"jack, trevor and cole, this is lando norris. lando this is my teammate jack and his friends trevor and cole," you introduced them.

the boys shook hands with each other and started with a small conversation when a pair of hands wrapped around your waist and lifted you up.

you shrieked before turning around to hug your boyfriend. oscar wasted no time in placing his lips on yours in a soft kiss before resting his forehead on yours.

"i have missed you so much," he muttered.

you nodded "i missed you to osc,"

the two of you were made aware of your fellow companions when lando began clearing his throat. "I definitely did not miss that," he grumbled.

you stuck your tongue at him and turned to your other friends. "oscar this is my teammate jack and his friends cole and trevor. guys, this is my boyfriend oscar,"

“does that mean all your trips to europe have been for him?” jack asked.

you nodded and leaned into your boyfriend. “oscar and i barely get to see each other with our conflicting schedules so when he’s on break he’s been down to see our game and when i’m off i go see his races,” you explained.

jack nodded and then gasped. “is that why you didn’t want to host thanksgiving! it wasn’t cause you were sick it’s cause you were holed with your boyfriend!” he exclaimed.

you blushed and nodded as oscar kissed your head.

“i’ve got to go love but i’ll see you and the guys for dinner with logan and lando,” oscar bid farewell.

“i cant believe you’re dating a racing driver,” trevor mumbled. you smiled at the boy, turning to watch as oscar drove onto the track.

[disneyprincemuke]

there doesn't seem to be anyone around

alternatively: others finally find out they're together

in which they're simply not discreet enough about sneaking around in the paddocks

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"like we really shouldn't be doing this here if we don't want anyone finding out," logan struggles to speak, being pressed up against the wall in a discreet location of the paddocks.

the smaller girl leans up against him with a smile. "but i missed you all weekend. it's been so busy. need a makeout break, actually."

"we can just do this in my room," logan grins. "or yours, if you want - your room's much bigger than mine anyway. i can tell them i've got a headache and we'd get 15 minutes tops."

she takes a step back, hands on her hips as she tilts her head. an expression on her face that logan can't fathom. "do you wanna kiss me for good luck on the race or spend the entire time thinking of me?"

"i think of you during the race regardless," logan shrugs with a teasing smile. "what's your point?"

she throws her head back with a soft groan. she stomps her foot into the ground. "i just really want a kiss from my boyfriend. can you just- please, logan?"

"hm, that's not my name though."

"babe, we'll get caught with all your waffling," she points out tiredly. "the longer we're here the more suspicious it gets."

"okay," logan scoffs, taking a step towards her. "kiss?"

"yay," she grins. "i've always known you can't resist me."

"you're so right."

she smiles widely, resting a hand on logan's wrist as he tenderly grabs her face. she hums in satisfaction when their lips meet, gently walking forward to press logan's back against the cold wall. she bunches up the material of his fireproofs in her hands as she deepens the kiss, logan taking it upon himself to tangle his hands in her hair.

for a moment, it seemed that the world had melted away around them. it just felt like it was their world the way they were encapsulated in their kiss.

"oh sor- oh god!"

"oh, my god," she mutters, jumping off logan to the other wall. she wipes her lips on the sleeve of her fireproof suit, completely smudging her lipstick on the material.

as if her lipstick had not already been smudged all over logan's lips.

her eyes widen at the realisation of who's caught them red-handed in the act. it's one thing to be caught by the people who already know about the relationship in secret. but it's a completely different conversation when it's the biggest gossip of the grid.

"max, what the hell are you doing here?" she scolds, throwing her arms up into the air. "seriously?"

"what am i- what are you doing here?" max exclaims, turning around briefly to see if anyone had followed him this deep into the paddocks. there was no denying what he's seen now, especially with logan's lipstick-stained mouth. "i knew it! you're dating, aren't you?"

"man," logan mutters, shyly looking at her. "i told you."

"not the time," she scolds, holding a hand up to her boyfriend as she maintains her argument with max. "who even goes here?"

"i was running away from helmut! i just needed time to be alone before the race so i came here, and then i saw you," max rambles. he turns to point at logan, "and you! kissing! no, making out!"

"you weren't supposed to see that!" she shrieks, balling her hands into fists on her side.

"you're in a public area!"

"discreet public area!"

"still a public area, if you ask me!"

"yeah, but-"

"give it up," logan says softly, shaking his head. at that point, he'd wiped the lipstick off his lips on the sleeve of his dark fireproofs. "he literally saw us lip-locked, i don't think there's any arguing you can do to get us out of this one."

she turns to logan, an appalled expression on her face. "yeah, but he wasn't even supposed to be here!"

"we're not supposed to be here," logan states. he turns to max with a shrug. "yeah, we're dating."

max nods, slowly processing this new information. all the while trying to get the image out of the younger girl being pressed up against a guy. "how long?"

"two years."

"two- what?" max cries. "and nobody's found out? you've been able to hide this from the motorsport world for two years? there's absolutely no way!"

"lissie caught us like a year ago," she confesses, dropping her head in shame. "we were on vacation in a resort somewhere and she walked past us at the lobby."

"and nobody else has found out? you guys aren't being very discreet participating in a whole makeout session in the paddocks," max says, still trying to make sense of the entire situation. "really?"

"you believed us for like 6 months," logan shrugs.

"it's kinda obvious you're into each other," max shrugs, taking a sip from the red bull in his hand. "i guess i'm not that surprised if you put it that way."

"i'm surprised you're not with dumb and dumber," lando jokes as they walk the streets of japan with the sun shining brightly above them. "didn't get an invite to join them on their date?"

"funny," oscar laughs with a sarcastic smile. "no, (y/n)'s feeling a little under the weather and logan didn't feel like coming out - too cold, he said."

"interesting," lando says, surprisingly buying his lie.

of course, he wasn't invited on their date. but after a busy week spent apart due to differences in schedule, oscar made the decision to step away from their plans to give them some alone time together.

all oscar asked for was they bring him something back and joked about how generous he was to grant them alone time before they had to pretend they weren't hopelessly down bad for the other during the entire race weekend.

plus, there's always tomorrow to visit the ice cream parlour she'd been eyeing for a while before flying here.

while they never disclosed their location, oscar rapidly blinks his eyes trying to clear his vision of this couple up ahead that strangely resembles his best friends. and the girl is surprisingly wearing the same thing oscar last saw her in before he left the hotel room to meet lando.

oh, my god, that's actually his best friends out on a date.

the clear clue was when the guy rests his arm on her shoulder and she turns around to shove it off her while leaning forward to try and bite him.

"actually, lando, i think i saw this store i wanna go into earlier," oscar says quickly, hoping that lando hadn't spotted the couple hugging up ahead. "it's a couple blocks back, but i think-"

"hey, isn't that (y/n) and logan?" lando says excitedly, pointing at the same exact couple he'd just been analysing. "i thought you said- oh, they're kissing. why would they be-"

lando stops himself mid-sentence, turning to oscar with wide eyes, a loud elongated gasp and a dropped jaw. oscar, in turn, looks up at him with the guiltiest expression and he presses his lips together politely.

"george owes me 50 bucks!" he cheers, turning back to the couple in the queue for some sushi. "i knew it! they're dating! but... why would they..."

"(y/n) was scared of the backlash from the public. ya know," oscar shrugs, also turning to watch them with a scowl on his face, "woman in motorsport. being a woman in general dating somebody on the grid..."

"how sweet of logan to accommodate to that!" lando awes, a hand on his chest as he watches them sway side to side while she leans into his taller body. "aw! and here i thought i wasn't the only one with struggles to bag a girlfriend, and here they are crushing my hopes and dreams."

"sorry you had to find out like this. i was sworn to secrecy two years ago when i caught them kissing at the doorstep of her house."

"oh, wow. they're together a lot longer than i thought."

"how long?"

"i thought they'd just gotten together a couple months ago. i didn't know they were long-term." lando turns to him. "am i supposed to carry on like i don't know about them?"

oscar shrugs. "you can ask her if you'd like. she always jokes about the grid finding out eventually, anyway," he states. "she's actually more surprised that nobody's found concrete evidence until like... three weeks ago when max caught them making out in the paddocks. you guys had her questioning your intelligence."

"max what?" every time oscar speaks, lando learns something new that inadvertently blows his mind. "max found out before me? that grandpa caught them making out before me when i've spent the entire season trying to prove to george that they're definitely dating? i've even got a powerpoint!"

"unlucky timing, really," oscar shrugs simply. "are you gonna tell her?"

lando lets his linger stare before he shakes his head. "i'll let them keep their secret for a while longer. they're cute together, actually."

oscar smiles. "i know. i've never seen logan this... down bad for anybody in the entirety of our friendship."

lando hums, finally tearing his eyes away from logan who's holding a cup up to her lips for her to drink while she holds a box of sushi in her hands. "okay, i'll keep quiet for her sake."

"dude, i swear he's got a girl in there that's not (y/n)," alex whispers, pointing at the door of logan's driver's room. "listen to her giggle - that's not (y/n)."

"but i haven't seen her all day, mate. how sure are you she's not just snuck inside without you noticing?" george whispers back, pressing his ear against the thin wall to listen in like his best friend.

"he's sworn to hell and back that they're just best friends," alex explains with a roll of his eyes. "if i were him, i'd have given in the fifth time i asked because i asked him five times during pre-season testing in bahrain."

"but doesn't he always visit her room? you don't think she does the same?"

he's heard many speculations about the relationship of the two rookies. admittedly, lando's powerpoint dedicated to proving the existence of a possible secret relationship has changed his mind over the past couple of months. he actually kinda believes it now.

he would believe it wholeheartedly if they don't act like they aren't really close on race weekends. she's typically sighted with max or even lando, or just sebastian for a majority of her time on the paddocks. though, carrying her things for her when he didn't have to does make a compelling case.

"no, he almost only exclusively travels out to see her," alex says with a sigh. "you think we should knock and ask?"

"he's never going to tell you over the door. are you dumb?"

"he might - you don't know that."

"what are you two doing?" a deeper, sterner voice comes from behind them. alex doesn't even turn his head, just keeps his ear against the door to listen in on the happenings inside the room. it's strangely quiet now.

"he's trying to see if logan's got a girl inside with him," george explains to james, looking visibly tired of alex's antics. when james raises an eyebrow, george just shrugs. "he heard someone giggling for a mere millisecond."

"actually, i'm curious too," james mutters, shoving his hands inside his pocket. "anything yet?"

"no, they're very quiet," alex says slowly, nose scrunching as he tries to predict what would happen next. "oh, i hear footsteps. wait. someone's heading for the door."

alex quickly jumps from his spot, george makes a run for alex's driver's room and james simply stays where he is with his arms folded over his chest now.

the door opens, revealing a familiar face that everyone expected. logan lifts an eyebrow, watching the two friends scrambling to their feet and his team principal standing across his door. "hello."

"hello," james grins. "they were wondering if you've got a girl inside. claimed to have heard a woman giggling? i mean, unless it's a ghost, then i don't know."

"i was on a call with (y/n). she's still back at the hotel," logan laughs. he keeps his head on the inside handle of the door, poking his head out to look at alex. "nice try, dude."

but george can see a nail poking out from where he's standing, holding logan's wrist with a firm grip. he tilts his head to get a look at the gap of the door and the wall. there he sees it: he can make out the figure of somebody hiding behind the door.

"no way there wasn't anyone in your room," alex scoffs stepping up. he briefly scans the room from the outside with a frown when he doesn't find a trace of anybody else who could have been there. he sniffs. "your room smells like girl perfume!"

it almost wants to make george burst into laughter and yank the girl from behind the door. and then he catches her eye, eyes widening at the familiarity of it all.

he might not have recognised it if they hadn't spent the entire day pushed up against one another on a couch for panel interviews.

he just gasps audibly, catching the attention of the two other men in the room. logan's head snaps to george in worry before the tiny pixel of a manicured nail behind the door disappears. he can see her, from that very tiny gap, shaking her head profusely at him.

"i need to go find lando and pay him 50 bucks," george mutters, walking out of alex's driver's room. he pushes himself past the three men with his head dropped in shame.

"what for?" alex asks, taking his attention away completely from his previous hyperfixation. "that's a lot of money."

"i just owe him some money. i'll be right back."

— bonus: how her family eventually found out

the door rattles with the sound of a key being inserted into its lock. behind ciara who's scrambling to get the door open, she's bolting down the street to the best of her ability to catch her.

when ciara finally gets the door to unlock, she immediately screams for her mother, who answers that she's in the kitchen. she bolts inside, completely forgetting their house rule of no shoes in the house.

"mum, you'll never guess what i just saw!" ciara screams.

"she's lying!" the older girl screams, stumbling into the kitchen disheveled from the running. "don't listen to her!"

"mum! i saw her kissing logan at the mall!" ciara screams, pointing behind her where the couple stands. her older sister has her eyes narrowed down into a glare as she locks her jaw. logan, however, stands behind her with his hands in his pockets.

he just knows better than to interfere with their fight. (he once got in the middle of one when he was 17 and accidentally got smacked in the face which gave him a bleeding nose)

"we were not!" she retorts, stomping her foot on the ground and staring at ciara. she turns to her mother with a tired sigh, scratching her cheek. "mum! you can't possibly be listening to ciara!"

"she's got a boyfriend without telling us!"

"we can kinda tell," her mother answers in dismay, pouring the apple into a clean bowl.

"what?"

"yeah. what?" ciara scoffs, furrowing her eyebrows.

"you guys have been awfully closer since... well, for a while now," her mother shrugs with a small grin on her face. "also, you left a polaroid of him kissing your cheek at the beach on the entryway table. i'm the one who put it back into your room - not blythe."

she came from all giddy one evening from their first date, and blythe immediately guessed that she was seeing someone. the scream that erupted from blythe usually calm lips almost woke the entire house when she nonchalantly guessed logan correctly. they spent the entire night in her bedroom recounting the events of the night.

blythe has been covering for them for a while now.

"you're not mad?" ciara asks.

"she's an adult - she can make her own decisions," her mother shrugs with a smile. her eyes snap to the taller boy standing behind her eldest. "and i practically watched logan grow up - he's a good kid. i'm happy for you."

"she gets to have a boyfriend but i don't?" ciara scoffs, throwing her arms into the air. "she had a boyfriend at 16, by the way!"

the older girl scoffs, before turning on her heel. "you're 14, you nutjob. you don't have a case to begin with."

[xoxoavenger]

Hey! Since you’re taking requests, can I request a sort of part two (not necessarily it could jsut be a stand alone) to Days of Future Past where what if younger Charles had a wife in the 70s where reader decides to break it off with Charlie’s casue the love she had for him begun to slowly dwindle because of all the events that happened in the last fic. And while she does care for him as the father of her son and fully expects him to still be in his sons life, she can’t be with him anymore since it’s to much

Broken

pairing: Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

word count: 739

warnings: angst, no comfort

notes: Days Of Future Past was posted a year ago for my birthday celebration, so it's only fitting that I post the long awaited part 2 for another birthday celebration 🥰

Days Of Future Past (part 1)

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The thing about change is that it doesn't happen overnight.

When Logan went back to his own time, Y/N never expected Charles to go back to normal immediately. She knew it would be an uphill battle. But she was pregnant and tired of waiting.

"You're joking." Charles says. They're in his study, Y/N standing even though she is due in a week. They haven't had any conversations that aren't about their son since Logan came, and they need to have this conversation before there's a baby taking up all their time. When she brought up her decision, he didn't seem to like it.

"I know you're on cocaine." She says point blank. She's known for awhile, but it's finally time to force him to get his shit together.

"If you're going to leave me, you might as well go before our son comes." He doesn't think she'll actually do it. He goes back to his work, sitting behind his desk as if she'll huff and walk out. But His words just make her more sure in her decision. She takes a deep breath and looks over at him.

"Charles. I am leaving you. We're not arguing about that right now. What we're talking about is if you're going to be in our son's life or not." She can tell this makes Charles mad, but she has to think of herself and her son. She can't stay with Charles, not when he continuously puts her through tough times. She doesn't know how she's even gotten through this pregnancy when all he's done is get high or drunk and act like she wasn't pregnant for six months.

"What the fuck?" Charles blinks, looking up slowly. "You can't just leave as we're about to have a kid!" His argument infuriates her.

"I'm not in love with you anymore!" She screams, the room going completely quiet. They stare at each other, both hurting.

"What does that mean?" He whispers, and she almost wants to take it back. She can't though, because it's the truth.

"I'll always love you, Charles." She tells him, walking closer slowly. "But after what you put me through, I'm not in love with you."

"I need you." He tells her, reaching out when she gets close enough and grabbing her hand. "I can't get through life without you."

"I'll be here." She assures, moving his hand to her protruding stomach. "There will be a piece of us in this world soon, and I would go through everything again for him. But you and I cannot work together. At least not now." Tears begin to fall from Charles' eyes.

"I can quit." He mutters, and she nods.

"I know you can. And you're going to for our son." She moves to sit on his desk. He puts his head against her stomach, tears soaking her shirt.

"I need you." He repeats, and she just shakes her head.

"Our son needs you." She cards her hands through his hair. "Maybe in another time, we can be together, but you've put me through too much."

"I'm sorry." He finally whispers, and she nods, trying not to cry. "I love you so much."

"I know you do." She tells him. A part of her feels bad. She knows he's trying. But it's too little too late, and she can't sacrifice any more of herself.

"I can change." He promises.

"Charles," She pulls away from him, looking down. "I know you can change. But I can't wait for it. I can't keep giving up pieces of myself to fix you." She feels the need to kiss him, for the comfort and the repetitiveness. But it'll only hurt worse.

"I don't need to be fixed. I just need time." He begs, and it's the same thing Y/N has heard over and over.

"I don't have time to give you." She tells him truthfully, moving away from him now. "Our baby will be brilliant. He will have two loving parents. But they will not be together. For their sake and his."

"Y/N," He starts, but he doesn't have anything left to say. He has nothing left to beg with.

"I love and care for you." She whispers. "But I am not in love with you. You have taken things from me that you cannot give back. Broken things you can't repair. And I can't forgive you for that."

She walks out without looking back, going to move her stuff out of their room. 

//

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Logan x Reader pt.14

More memories

I'm sorry this is a little short I have more and wanted to post more but whenever I tried to add it to my draft Tumblr said no - they'll have to be in a new chapt ? - it was really vexing me last night and has continued to this morning

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Storm's eyes scanned you, she was waiting for you to break. Waiting to pick up the pieces. But you wouldn't falter.

You gave her an honest smile. “How's your plants?”

It was minute but her eyebrows rose. “They're coming along beautifully.”

“My Storm always found it peaceful in her garden.” You picked at a mark on the door. “Always brought me amazing flowers.”

The inner dilemma was plain to see. She was trying to conceal it but you knew her, knew her tells and expressions.

“I don't need a tour.” You put her out of her misery. “It's just a little surreal to be here but not be.”

She was quiet a moment longer before, “You might not need a tour but do you want one?” She gestured behind her. “I can show you my flowers. I hope they're just as nice.”

You took her in then. Her striking hair and glamorous clothes, her kind eyes. She was every bit the Storm you knew. Of course you wanted her tour and of course you wanted her company, whatever she'd offer you'd take.

She was your friend.

You missed her.

“Please.” The word was small.

Storm turned on her heels, her hair flowing as she did, and led you away.

//

Storm led the group into the Professor's study.

You were all pissed.

You'd been on a failed mission and each of you had suffered.

There was a cocky girl, she wore red leather and a cynical smirk.

“My father won't let me kill you.” Her accent was thick as she rolled her eyes. “But I can mess with you.”

With a snap of her fingers you were all flung backwards and out of Genosha.

“Guys?!” Rogue shrieked as she looked down at her skin. It was blue and hairy.

Your head snapped to Hank who was… he was human! He looked startled and as he got upset the clouds above him darkened.

“The fuck is going on?” Logan's eyes snapped to you, you felt fine, didn't feel any different.

“Check your power, try and-” You balled a fist as you spoke - in a gesture to him to use his claws - but as you did three bones sprung out of your knuckles. You shrieked in pain but it eased as quickly as it formed.

Logan's hands were on you in an instant, his capturing your own, but when he touched you you felt awful. Sick, weak, drained. Big purple veins appeared on your skin as he sucked the power out of you.

“Get off her!” Rouge ordered and Logan dropped you.

Storm was the first to stand, her hands were on her hips and she was pacing. “We need to get back. We need the professor.”

“We need to work out what she did to us!” Logan argued.

“And who she is.” Beast added. “And her father. It couldn't be Magneto, could it?”

You heard the following conversation but we're too preoccupied with trying to squeeze your bones back into your arm. They were nauseating to look at. They had weird bumps but not knuckles and they were glistening!

“Why are they wet?” You asked no one in particular, after failing again to sheath them.

“It's okay, they'll go back in.” Logan wanted to pat your back but didn't. “Just try to relax.”

“There's bones sticking out of me.” How wasn't he understanding? This was fucking mental! “I think I'm at the appropriate level of calm.”

“C’mon, let's get back to t’ jet.” Rogue managed to sober up quicker than you for someone who was blue. She looked like a furby.

The flight was fucking awkward.

Beast couldn't control the weather so there was an obscene amount of turbulence which made your claws extend which made Logan go to touch you before Rogue threw her shoe at him.

The cycle repeated until she was throwing pieces from the medkit.

Storm was the level headed pilot but even she was having trouble with your forcefields. The jet locked in one with a particularly bad cumulonimbus.

You covered your mouth with your shoulder, “I might throw up if I have to look at my bones any longer.”

“I'm trying.” Storm raised her hand to stop the field. “I can't get rid of it.”

“You need to f-” You gagged. “Feel the field. Hold it.”

The face she gave you filled the whole team with hope. “How do I 'feel' the field?” It was an inanimate object. It didn't technically exist until she made it. It was unlike her clouds, they had life. She merely contorted them.

“I don't know! How do you feel the clouds?”

“That'd be helpful to know.” Hank jolted as thunder rumbled.

None of you were much help to the other but you did eventually find ourselves back at the mansion.

Charles was ready, waiting for you. “What happened? You're all dif-”

“We don't know her name.” Storm informed him. “Look into my mind, see her.”

Charles' eyes flickered between hers and he frowned. “I haven't come across her in Cerebro.”

“She's next level.” Rogue gestures to her body. She was taller and her suit had ripped due to the wider build.

Hank brushed his brown hair out of his eyes. “She mentioned her father. I believe she meant Magneto.”

That struck a chord with Charles. He tried to pretend it didn't but you caught the twitch of his eye. “I'll have to seek her out.”

~~

It was two weeks later and you still hadn't been fixed.

And to make matters worse Charles’ annual fundraiser was next week. You were all meant to make an appearance, a united front, to show the world that mutants weren't chaotic animals. You were as sophisticated as the yuppies who made the bills and funded places like HYDRA and AIM.

But more importantly than that you were fucking embarrassed. Every time Logan entered your line of sight you got excited or your heart rate increased causing the claws to pop out.

It was mortifying to have everyone see. Yeah everyone knew you were together and you were attracted to him but it was so stupid for you to essentially get a boner when he was just sitting in the kitchen eating toast.

“I hate you.” You smacked your head against the counter, taking the seat next to his, the claws seemed to retreat if you hurt yourself; something Logan loathed but it was a working system so he could fuck himself.

“Claws say otherwise.” He winked at you, itching to kiss your lips. He hadn't been able to touch you for weeks, he was wound so tight and extremely fucking horny.

“You're literally having breakfast and they just appear.” You spoke against the marble, your nose flattened on it. Smell was also something you had to get used to. Everyone smelt vastly different and Logan was ludicrously scrumptious. You could smell him everywhere and hear him. Late at night when he had to relieve himself, cumming into his han- You forced the thoughts from your mind, shoving them anywhere they couldn't hurt you.

“It takes years of practice, kitten.” The claws shot straight back out and you groaned. “You're not the only one that struggles with them.” He admitted, whispering into your ear. “I find it hard sometimes.”

You rolled your head to the side to look at him. Logan gifted you a sweet smile and you groaned again. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Can't help it.”

The two of you had to separate to sleep at night because A) you could kill him with the claws and B) he could kill you with the power absorption.

“Miss you.” You rubbed your covered knee against his.

“You too, gorgeous.”

~~

Dressing for the gala was daunting. Your dress was exquisite and you really, really, didn't want to ruin it.

Logan was able to wear his suit but added an expensive looking turtleneck under the jacket and gloves for obvious reasons.

Rogue flat out refused to attend.

Hank enjoyed blending in with the crowd, wearing a blue suit and slicking his hair back.

Storm did go, she had to as the to be Queen of Wakanda and a high profile mutant. She was wearing a sleek mermaid dress which matched her betrothed’s suit.

Charles was sweating.

He was very worried that this would go to shit.

And it definitely could.

But not only because of you.

He had invited Erik and his children.

Yup.

ChildREN.

Wanda, Pietro and Lorna.

The girls were witches, powerful, scary witches. Pietro was a mutant also, his power was superspeed which could be equally as dangerous but you wanted to take extra care around the girls.

Across the room Erik and Charles were speaking in hushed tones, the former rolling his eyes as the latter spoke.

“Hello.” You forced yourself to approach the children. Wanda - the one in red - raised a brow. “I’m Y/N.”

“Wanda.”

“I'm Pietro, that's Lorna.” Pietro had paper white hair and the same smile as his father. Lorna had Wanda’s nose - it must run in the family - but looked different. Her hair was darker and she was paler.

“That was an impressive move.” You compliment.

Wanda again gives you nothing more than a subtle change in expression.

“She wants her powers back.” Lorna cut to the chase, she didn't have the russian accent, merely an American one.

Wanda smirked. “I know.” Pietro chuckled.

Logan stepped up behind you, you could feel his presence more than see or hear him. “Everything alright here?”

“It's great," You supplied. "I just wanted to introduce myself to the heirs of Genosha.” You gave an awkward nod and blasted finger guns - I don't know why either - before retreating.

Logan led you to one of the food tables and handed you a plate.

You accepted it and shovelled food into your mouth. “I have no idea why that happened.” You admitted with your cheeks full.

“Me neither, I go to the toilet and you're talking to the enemy.”

You scoffed over a cream puff. “They're just kids.”

Logan eyed them, folding his arms. “Dangerous kids.”

"I thought if I spoke to them normally they'd realise we're just like them. We're all in the same boat or some shit." You sighed and swatted the crumbs off your lips and cheeks. “Okay, I'm alright now.”

“You eaten enough feelings?”

“Shut up.” You shoved his shoulder. “But you were right to bring me here, I haven't eaten today.”

“I know.” He glanced at you. “You were too nervous.”

“This is a big responsibility.” The claws were being very good. They hadn't come out at all tonight and you didn't want to be too optimistic but you were very proud. “I don't want to fuck up.”

“If you fuck up, I'll fuck up right next to you.” He promised.

You chuckled, wishing you could kiss him. “Good, my ride or die.”

“Speaking of… you-” He took a deep breath, “-wanna dance?”

You stared at him with wide eyes. Yeah, he'd taken you to the cinema and he'd taken you for dinners and he even splurged for the opera but at somewhere official like this he was always business.

You wore his earrings and matched your dress to his pocket square or tie but neither of you had actually danced before! Not publicly. Not when the world was watching. He didn't want people to know you were his in case they exploited that. What happened if you were harmed to get to him?

There were paparazzi here.

What if you stabbed him?!

“Don't overthink it. Yes or no.” He asked you but his eyes were glued to the crowd.

“Okay.” You breathed before you could say no. Fuck it.

If you go down he goes down.

You had the feeling neither of you cared as long as you were together.

Logan offered you his gloved palm and you accepted it, letting him lead you into the crowd of people. He kept you by the edge but you weren't on the outside.

Shit, you probably should have mentioned, “I don't know how to dance.” You whispered as he arranged your arms in the correct positions, one on his shoulder and one on his forearm.

“I do.” He didn't elaborate but led you in an expert waltz. Twirling you around the dancefloor in sync with the other couples. You followed his lead with ease, melting into the warm feeling it brought.

Logan's eyes were trained on you as you glanced around the room. He wanted to kiss you so badly. Wanted to claim you as his in front of all these important hot shots. Wanted the world to know. He was ready for that. Ready to accept the risk and forever be your protector as long as everyone knew you were his.

But he couldn't.

He could barely hold your hand.

So he dipped you as low as possible, making your breath stutter - your hands pointing away from him in case the wretched claws sprung to action.

“You're getting good at controlling them.” Logan commented as he straightened the two of you.

“Years of practice, kitten.” You echoed his words. “It's easier in the evening, don't ask me, I don't know why. But it is.”

Logan laughed and released you to bow as the band finished the song.

“May I have this dance?” Magneto spoke behind you. You hadn't even risen from your courtesy as he asked.

You turned to see if he was speaking to anyone else but nope. You were the only one in the surrounding area. The only one he was interested in.

“Uh, yeah suuure.” You nodded. It would look rude if you didn't. The mutants couldn't be divided. That was the whole reason he was here in the first place!

“I'll have her back in one piece.” Erik winked to Logan before sweeping you away.

Your eyes were on Logan, as Erik positioned you in the centre of the dance floor, your chin touching your shoulder before you had to turn to your partner.

Logan was angry but he didn't show it, and he was suspiciously quiet when Mangeto spoke to you. Erik must've clamped his jaw shut.

You were amazed that Logan could still operate with an Adamantium skeleton but he did and you were not going to question it because if you did it would give you a headache.

“I hear my Wanda has inconvenienced you and your team.” Erik spoke diplomatically.

You fought the scoff, keeping the pleasant mask on. “Just a tad.”

“I do apologise, I'll speak with her.” The tempo was faster with this song so he spun you out and back in.

“Thanks..?” You were confused. Why had he brought you to the centre? Why was he dancing with you? And why were your friends watching you with bated breath? Did they know something you didn't?!

Erik nodded but didn't speak, merely leading the dance. You wish you knew the name of this one, it was a fast waltz?

“Okay, why are we dancing?” You blurted out.

“Well, I couldn't ask Chuck could I?” He sassed, bringing your hips closer to his and he walked you backwards.

“Would you like to ask him?” He gave you a suspicious glare. “Couldn't your kid make his legs work?”

Erik considered that. “Possibly, but I won't ask.”

You let that settle, trying to catch Charles’ eyes. ‘READ MY MIND. READ HIS MIND. WHAT IS HAPPENING CHARLES?’

‘I wouldn't do that if I were you.’ Wanda’s voice taunted.

You accused. “Your daughter’s spying on us.”

He looked over and quirked his head. “Is she? Which one?”

“Wanda.” You grumbled. “Who's the mother?” You would've bet money that Erik and Charles were messy exs. Yeah, he could be bi but you had always assumed...

“Natalya was the twins' mother. Suzanne was Lorna's.”

You repeated the word: “Was.”

“What else happens to us mutants but humans?” He gave you an aloof shrug. “To get to me they were murdered.”

What do you say to that? Was he planning something? He couldn't show Charles up like that. The two had history, yeah, but you knew Erik. You'd worked with him. He was brash and angry but when something like this was happening, something important, he played the game. He let it unfold.

Then again… the two of you were still dancing surrounded by humans, in the centre of Charles' fundraiser. Perhaps this wasn't an innocent chat.

Maybe he wanted you to fuck up.

If anyone would, it was you.

“What's happening Erik? Why are we dancing?” You repeated, slightly defeated.

“I wanted to talk to you, away from your guard dog.” Your eyes found Logan again. He was still frowning animatedly at the two of you. Jean was at his side trying to talk to him but it was no use.

You met Erik's gaze again. “Go on then.”

“Your powers-” A sarcastic laugh escaped you. “Your original powers are wasted. You have the potential to control your own energy. I don't think you quite grasp how powerful one could be.”

You were confused. “They're force fields.”

“They could be more.” He twirled the two of you, just narrowly avoiding another couple. “Try to build something other than a bubble.”

“Gee, I'd love to.”

He wasn't phased by your sarcasm. “What power do you currently possess, then?”

“Logan's.” You tightened your grip on his hand.

“And your animal?”

“He's our rogue.” There was nothing to lose telling Erik, his daughter would tell him if you didn't.

“And that firecracker? Where is she?” His brows met in genuine curiosity.

“That man over by Charles is Hank McCoy. Rogue happens to have hi-”

Magneto burst out laughing, faltering in his expert steps, hundreds of eyes flew to you both as the music had begun quieting down. “I would pay to see that.”

You roll your eyes, still in his hold.

“I'll get your powers fixed and I want you to consider my words. Consider joining us in Genosha.”

He knew you wouldn't. Why would he even ask?

What had given him the impression that you would?

Copying the couples around you, the two of you bowed at eachother.

\\

Storm opened the door to her garden and you were swamped in heat.

From the floor to the ceiling there was greenery, an array of floral arrangements and confusing smells.

She led you to a small wooden table where there were little sproutlings. “These are the newest, Hank and I have been trying to genetically modify plants.”

“Why?” The question was genuine.

“To release more oxygen, to get better herbal remedies. Aspirin came for a willow tree, think of what else we could do. The illnesses we could help.”

She was so inherently good. A prime example of a caregiver. That's why she and T’Challa were an exceptional couple. They helped so many people in your world. Mutant and Human alike.

“Do-” Should you ask? Was it allowed? “Do you know T’Challa?”

Her eyes betrayed nothing. “I do know him, we've met briefly.”

“Oh.”

Met briefly?

They weren't a couple?

Storm wasn't a queen?

“Why's that?”

No, you really shouldn't have asked. Committing rookie mistake after rookie mistake. You couldn't tell her in case she sought out or avoided her life.

“No reason.” Your head shook and you took a step back, making a hasty exit. “I'm going to go, I’ll see you around.”

//

You were laying on the grass again. It had been a fucking terrible day.

You hadn't been able to save them.

Your fields hadn't stretched fast enough. Fifty students were dead. And the remainder had taken Erik up on his offer and joined Genosha.

All because you thought it would be fun to go on a school trip.

You should've known better.

Should've known despite the galas and love when you saved the day, the humans wouldn't accept you.

At least the Sentinels made it quick.

“Y/N.” Logan spoke next to you, he was sitting. When did he get there? “It isn't your fault baby.”

Those words caused your tears to reappear, face contorting in sorrow.

“Come here.” He pulled you upwards and into his lap, stroking your hair.

He and Scott had taken the Sentinels out whilst you failed at your one job.

“It isn't your fault.” He spoke slower. “You are not to blame.”

“Bu-but I couldn't.” You hiccuped. “They're dead.”

“You saved more than I could've.” He smoothed your hair. “I'm serious, what could my claws do? Your fields saved people.”

You let him shush and run his fingers through your hair. You didn't deserve this but loved him. Loved that he still cared. He didn't push you to the side because of what happened.

The two of you just sat there, you nestled in-between his legs, your temple on his collar.

“I wanna ask you something.”

You tensed up. Here it comes. Just rip the bandaid off, just break up quick please.

“Will you-” He chuckled. “Calm down.” Placing a kiss on your forehead, you relaxed slightly. “Y/N, I want you to be my wife.”

That was nowhere near what you had thought he wanted to say. You pulled back to stare at his face. “What?”

“Be my bride?” His eyes crinkled as he smiled sweetly down at you. “I wanted to wait, to take you out, spoil you but today proved we might not have a tomorrow. Showed me I should just ask.”

You had no words.

Hell yeah, you wanted to be his wife!

But you'd killed people.

You weren't worth the loving gaze he was giving you.

You couldn't. Shouldn't.

“Y/N. Talk to me, what's happening?”

He knew you too well.

When you had your hysterectomy you'd vowed to be honest with him. That you'd get through anything together. “I don't deserve your love.”

Logan let out a scoff that turned into a disbelieving laugh. “Yes. Yes, you do. I'm the one that doesn't deserve yours.” He wiped your fresh tears and kissed your nose. “I've done horrible things but being with you-I love you so much. You make me better."

You sunk back into him. What he had done didn't matter. You didn't care. He was Logan. And you were Y/N. It was always Logan and Y/N. You two vs the world.

Maybe he felt the way you did.

He didn't care that you made mistakes, like you didn't care he had.

“Okay.” You nodded. “Yeah. Let's get married.”

Logan grinned maniacally and kissed you. His thumbs wiped your tears as he deepened the kiss.

It was wet and you both were both still fairly shellshocked but it was perfect.

Logan produced a small box - black velvet - and you knew what would be in there. “Had this a while.” He opened the box and placed the ring on your finger.

It was a simple band with a small diamond. A man of practicality, if you were to wear this daily it couldn't be too flashy, not when you suited up as an X-Man.

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“It's beautiful.” You admired your hand in his. He kissed your temple again and pulled you in tighter.

.

.

Part 15

[wisteriagoesvroom]

schools of thought

A landoscar college AU, told through social media

oscar, a quiet english major, and lando, chaotic maths boy, are paired together in a philosophy module at Federation U.

author's notes:

we're being a bit fluid with grid ages, but oscar and lando are sophomores/year 2 of college here

ignore the timestamps, they don't really matter

if you enjoy it, please consider liking / reblogging / commenting! 💙

part 1 🍊 (of 4?)

——————————introducing our protagonists——————————————

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oscar spent most of his summer (or australian winter) hanging out in cafés and reading. he once wrote a 2,000 words review on the merits of good omens on goodreads, but then got embarrassed and also thought it would interfere with his deliberate choice to not leave any reviews besides stars. so he deleted the whole thing and saves it in a folder for himself instead. one of his sisters once stumbled on his goodreads page by accident. he has tried to block her IP across multiple devices but has largely been unsuccessful.

——————————— the seminar —————————————

we zoom in on Federation Internationale University (FIU), a sunny campus nestled up in the hills of monaco. two students, lando norris and oscar piastri, have made it into their sophomore year.

prof vettel's philosophy 204 module is notoriously hard. both of them have to take it as part of their degree requirements (but for lando, maybe also because he enjoys a challenge).

assignment pairs are set by prof seb early in the semester. lando already knows of oscar, and vice versa, but nothing substantial beyond passing each other in the hallway or the occasional library run-in in freshman year. lando's made quite an impression because he once spent half the seminar chatting about how "young stalin was kinda cute" despite stalin not being related to the philosophy syllabus, and it being totally tangential to the topic at hand. half the class agrees with lando, the other half is too overwhelmed by his energy to argue.

oscar just wants to get on with the work already. he was the best kid at his prep school, the prep school that he moved halfway across the world for at 14 and worked hard at, and doesn't like being distracted from his very important goal of being class valedictorian at FIU eventually.

lando gets oscar's number after class, before they both skirt off in different directions. oscar wants to talk to lando about the assignment, but when lando exits the room he's already off talking to another bunch of friends, and oscar's too awkward to jump in.

lando texts first.

iMessage

oscar rolls his eyes and gets back to writing his eighteenth century literature class notes.

meanwhile, lando texts max, his roommate and padel bud, about it. max is at a campus hackathon. (max is a junior who has been scouted by at least three big tech firms already, and is on track for early graduation. but lando thinks max has other reasons for wanting to stick around...)

the other thing lando is sure of is that oscar is not in fact better than him at padel. but he is not going to worry about that. or think about how oscar might look, red-faced and flustered and sweaty...

lando's phone pings with social notifications, and the thought disappears.

————meanwhile, the boys do some research——————

lando:

oscar:

and contrary to popular belief, oscar does have some feelings on the matter. he makes these feelings known to his friend logan, one of the few non-europeans on campus who also knows distinctly what it's like when people make fun of his accent. nevermind that everybody has an accent, oscar thinks. the idea of a neutral accent is an arbitrary invention. he'd just rather not expend the energy fighting people about it.

if oscar has any thoughts about how he would feel should lando choose to turn his flirty energy towards oscar himself, well... that is besides the point. because that would never happen. oscar is not interesting, oscar is not noticable. oscar is here to get his grades and move on.

oscar can think of three things that he hates, which he is in the process of overcoming. flight delays, going to the dentist, and now: working in group projects.

but, oscar tells himself, he is a grown man. he's moved halfway across the world to pursue his dream of getting his degree, and then heading on to work in publishing. he tells himself he'll stay focused on this, and nothing else. because pursuing his goals requires singleminded determination. or like the great poet pitbull once said: for anybody going through tough times, been there, done that. every day above ground is a great day, remember that.

so oscar puts his phone face-down on the table. he tries very hard not to think about bee statues or lando for the rest of the day.

(he fails.)

——————————— What happens next, you ask? Stay tuned for Part 2 to find out —————————————

📚 part 2 now live!

more author's notes:

eyy it's my first multimedia(?) fic for f1blr!

this was inspired by an ask. i took some key elements from this (lovely!) prompt and remixed. i meant it to be just one post but i think it's now gonna be four parts, oops.

i love chatting so if you have thoughts or even remotely enjoyed this story, let me know what you think :) or lmk if you want to be tagged on the next updates!

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[baby-alien11]

Surprise Visit (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

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What started as a nice morning with an early visit to the gym, turned out a bit weird when in the way home, your dad called you to let you know that there were guests waiting for both at your house, which left both of you confused since none of you talked about visiting any of your friends

"Last chance to guess who is inside the house", you sighed once Jack's car stopped in the front yard next to yours

"I still don't have any idea of who could it be", Jack sighed turning off the car, "I mean, we already texted all of our friends and all of them denied to be here"

"I hate that dad didn't tell us anything"

Grabbing Butters who was on your lap, while Jack got the two gym bags, both of you walked towards the front porch to open the door, hearing small sounds in the kitchen, which made the two of you even more curious, and even more when a small girl who both of you knew well ran towards you hugging you both

"Sweetpea", you exclaimed in surprise hugging her with your free arm, "What are you doing here?"

"We came to surprise you", Penelope responded while passing to hug Jack

"Who's we?", Jack frowned

"Hi!"

Hearing that voice, the three of you looked at that direction to see Max standing next to the cat tower where Tatum was watching him with curiosity

"It's not that we aren't happy to see you again, but, what is happening?", you asked

Before Max could answer, there was another voice speaking from the kitchen

"Guys, the pancakes are almost ready"

Intrigued about the situation, all of you walked more into the house to see the entire grid in the kitchen, almost all of them preparing breakfast, while others where cleaning the dishes or others just sitting there

"I think we need context", Jack said which gained the attention of all of them

"We're making breakfast for all", Carlos responded putting the pancakes in a big plate

"Yeah, that's clear", Jack nodded still surprised

"Why don't you guys go change and leave your things while we finish preparing everything?", Fernando suggested

"Wait a second", you spoke before going upstairs, "Did my dad just let you in without arguing?"

"He just asked why we where here, we answered, he let us in and then he left", Alex responded

"He gave me a hug, and said he was proud of me", Logan mentioned with happiness, "And also that it doesn't matter where I go next year he will be supporting me"

"He saw me and laughed at me", Lando added, "And kept laughing until he was out of the house"

"Wonder why", George snorted

Still processing the madness in the kitchen, both of you left Butters in the cat tower with Tatum before going upstairs to your room where you closed the door inmediatly

"What the fuck is going on?", you exclaimed sure that Penelope wasn't going to hear the bad word

"It's summer break, they're supposed to be on vacation, Zandvoort is next week, use your last days free to go to the beach or something", Jack also exclaimed leaving the gym bags in your vanity chair, "What are they doing here?"

Still panicking about what they were doing in Los Angeles, specially in your house, both of you started to pace around your room, until realasation hit both of you

"When they returned us here they were fighting which garage we should stay for Las Vegas", Jack remembered

"Shut the fuck up", you murmured sitting in your bed, "This is going to be madness"

"At least we can laugh at them while they do this... I don't know what to call it"

"And they prepared breakfast", you concided, "I hope those who burn food or doesn't know how to do a thing didn't touched my kitchen tools, or anything"

Changing from the gym clothes to something more comfortable, both of you grabbed the gift for Penelope's fifth birthday to return to the first floor where several plates of international food where waiting on the center counter of the kitchen

"Sweetpea, we have something for you", you smiled at what the small girl did the same, "We know that your birthday was a few weeks ago"

"And since we couldn't be there, we bought you a gift that we were planning on send to you", Jack continued, "But since you are here, we decided to give it to you"

Putting the box in front of her, Penelope smiled hugging both of you before openning the giant box in front of her pulling out plushies of an ikran, an ilu and a giant Cinnamoroll (that left Max wondering who was going to lose the seat in his private plane for the white plushie)

"I love them", Penelope exclaimed trying to hug the three at the same time, "Thank you"

"How I'm going to get that giant thing on the plane?", Max questioned looking at the dads of the grid

"Just put it inside a bag", Checo responded at what Kevin and Nico nodded in agreement, "It will save space"

"And it will be easy to carry around", Kevin added, "Where did you got the giant plushie?"

"Build-A-Bear", Jack responded, "We made a few calls and got it early"

"We need to go there before leaving", Nico said to Kevin at what he agreeded

Aproaching the kitchen, plates and utensils were distributed and everyone grabbed a bit of everything, and even Tatum and Butters got some of what they can eat in their plates

"You guys have an impressive garden in there", Lewis said refering to the cultive garden

"Thanks, we started working on it since we got the house", you responded, "And that is since early two thousands"

"Seb would like it", Lance commented

"That just made my day", you smiled, "By the way, how is going to work this "activity"?"

"Each team created slide shows with pretty convincing arguments of why both of you should be in the garage for Las Vegas", George explained, "Which is also Jack's birthday"

"So, like an audition?", Jack questioned

"Exactly like that", Yuki nodded

Sharing a small glance, you and Jack got closer to start whispering about the whole thing for a few minutes before returning to look at the others

"We'll accept this, but we have one condition", you said

"We'll hear all the things you had to say, but all of you have to watch the movies and series we're in", Jack continued, "That includes Avatar: The Way of Water, Retribution, Scream, the last chapter of Riverdale, and even Avengers: Endgame"

"You are there?", Esteban exclaimed with surprise

"He's the kid in the bycicle that looks at Paul Rudd", you informed at what the french started to slap Mick's arm with emotion, "So, we have a deal? We also going to watch our rendition of the Scream'd Musical Parody"

Nodding in agreement, the breakfast continued normally with small talk, and when it ended, the ones who didn't cook washed the dishes used while the rest prepared the slide show in the living room

"I feel like we are going to hear a lot of nonsense", you said to Jack once seated in the couch with Penelope (and her new plushies) in between

"I'm kinda afraid of what are we going to hear", Jack agreeded at the time the cats jumped on the couch to lay on the back of the couch, "This could be absolutely funny or ridiculous, no in between"

"We are ready to start", Mick anounced interrupting the conversation, "Since I'm a reserve driver for Mercedes and driver for Alpine in the World Endurance Championship, I'll be the mediator in this, so, the order on slide shows is based on the championship and we have sheets with all the teams so you can write comments"

Stopping for a little, Mick gave you and Jack clipboards with sheets that at the top had the names of the ten teams, along with pencils

"And there's no limit time for the presentations, and gifts are allowed", Mick said before sitting in the couch, "Red Bull first"

Stepping to the front, Max and Checo put their presentation on the TV

"Our first argument, and advantage, is that both of you stayed in my apartment and in our garage during Monaco, both of you have cats and dogs, I have cats and Checo has dogs", Max started to yap with a slide full of pictures of what he was saying, "This whole thing and friendship started with the nepo babies interview, and what did you say? Both of you are Red Bull fans, and also fans of both of us, and now we are friends, we also have a Spice Girl on the team, who is Geri, also known as Ginger Spice"

"We also know that both of you love kids", Checo continued moving into the next slide that had pictures of both of you with Rogue and Penelope, "And we have the most kids combined in the whole paddock, with five"

Proving that point, the next slide was family pictures of the kids

"Also, my documentary is in Disney Plus", Checo continued, "What is also in Disney Plus? The Avatar movies, and who is in Avatar? Jack"

"Yeah, we can't watch the documentary", you interrupted, "It's not avaliable in the US"

"I'll see what I can do", Checo assured

"And the gifts that we brought for both of you are stroopwafels, mexican candies and snacks, tequila, two boxes of the future merch and more Red Bull which is already in the kitchen", Max followed putting the said things in the center table, "That's all, thank you"

While the change was being made, you and Jack took the oportunity to write the comments about the presentation

"McLaren is next", Mick anounced, "This is going to be fun"

"First of all, we'll have the best arguments that you'll hear in this lovely day", Oscar said, "The purpose of the trip to Las Vegas is for Jack's birthday, who has been saying for a while that he is a McLaren fan, and both of you also spent half an hour in our hospitality during the race in Monaco, and we are seeing right now, Y/N has an orange cat, and also, my second name is Jack"

"Strawberry blonde with a bit of carrot, but okay", you commented

"Now, while we were planning on doing this, we found a very interesting connection, that is very logical", Lando spoke passing to the next slide who had a very confussing diagram, "In her new album 'The Tortured Poets Department', Taylor Swift has a song called 'Florida', and what happenned in Florida? I won my first race, and who has several pictures with the trophy? Y/N and Jack, returning to Florida, the themed park of Avatar is there, franchise of which Jack is a part"

"But we have a strong disavantage", Oscar took the word again moving into the next slide which was the messages occupying the whole screen which made everyone laugh or cringe, "This unfortunate messages sent two years ago by none other than my teammate"

"Mate, I thought you were on my side", Lando whined

"I am, but I can't ignore this thing", Oscar justified, "The gifts that we bring are the LEGO set of our McLaren, clothes from the McLaren and Beiss colaboration along with the regular ones and a box of every flavor of Monster Energy, which are in the kitchen"

"Please chose us, thank you", Lando finalized

"Next", Mick exclaimed

Doing the same routine, you and Jack wrote the comments in the sheets at the same time the next ones prepare everything

"Sweetpea, when you grow up, if you ever recieve a message like the one you saw on the screen, do not answer", you said to Penelope who was playing with her new plushies, "Understood?"

"Yeah", Penelope nodded

"Perfect", you smiled

"Good morning, we are here representing Scuderia Ferrari, the most iconic team in the history of Formula One", Carlos started to speak, "Since the beggining of our history, we had iconic and amazing drivers and moments, but today we are here to convince our dear friends to be in our garage for Las Vegas"

"Our main reason will be the color red, not only because is the characteristic color of Ferrari, red is the name of a Taylor Swift album and song, is the color of Jack's car which you can see outside, is the color of the blood poured in the Scream saga, red is the color both of you had wore multiple times", Charles said

"Also I made the pancakes for breakfast, I've been a friend of yours since april, Ferrari is part of your top three favorite teams, we know both of you went to see the Ferrari movie because you posted about that on your Instagram stories", Carlos continued, "And for the pets we have Piñon and Leo"

"And before we move to the gifts part, Jack, since you are basically Ollie's american twin, I want to adopt you"

As Charles finished saying that, you bursted into a fit of laughs while the rest got confused about what the monegasque said

"First you need to talk with my mom about that", Jack mentioned when your laughs calmed down

"Don't worry, I will", Charles smiled, "Now for the gifts, the freezer is now full of every flavor of Lec ice cream, matching vintage Ferrari jackets and the collection for Monza and Miami, and APM Monaco jewerly"

"Thank you", Carlos finalized

Doing the same as last time, you and Jack wrote your comments, seeing Lewis and George in front with their presentation

"All of the arguments you've heard until now are going to sound lame after you heard what we have", George started putting the first slide, "The others might said about the movies, streaming platforms, horrible messages, fan of teams and more, but we have something more important, as we all know, Avatar: The Way of Water had the premiere at London on december 2022, during which Y/N and Jack hard launched their relationship, but what they don't know is that Carmen and I were there, and we loved the movie, it was amazing, Spider was our favorite character"

"Let's not forget the MET Gala", Lewis continued with the next slide, "The three of us met before walking the steps, we had a nice chat, we became friends and spent some time together at the event, also Y/N has said that I'm one of her fashion icons and she drives a Mercedes"

"That photo was taken today?", you asked seeing the picture of your car

"Yeah, when we arrived", George nodded, "Also, Y/N has mentioned that one of her favorite persons in F1 is Susie, who is sometimes at our garage, and Doriane is also sometimes with us, and let's not forget that in the movie Retribution where Jack, our future Oscar winner is part of the cast, several Mercedes vehicles are part of the movie"

"Lastly, for the gifts, we have Tommy Hilfiger exclusive clothes that aren't out yet with handwritten letters by Tommy, four bottles of Almave for each of you and IWC matching watches", Lewis ended as he and George put the gifts in the table with the previous ones, "Chose wisely"

"So long, London", you said as the change was made and you and Jack wrote the comments

"Is there going to be a small recess?", Jack asked Mick

"Yeah, after Aston Martin", Mick nodded

"It's finally our turn", Lance exclaimed, "Our arguments for both of you to be in our garage are that we are friends since the day of the filming of the interview, we have a nice green for team color, and returning to Taylor Swift, and not going to the rumors, in her new album, 'The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology', has a song named 'imgonnagetyouback', and what does the song says? 'I'm an Aston Martin that you steered straight into the ditch', which is the name of our team"

"And I want to point out that even thought both of you were born in 2004, I won my two world championships in 2005 and 2006, but you were babies when that happenned", Fernando continued, "Now it's time for the gifts"

"That was everything?", Mick frowned

"Yeah, we think that's enough", Lance nodded, "For the gifts we have a free year of all the products you want from Tim Hortons and this"

Handing them small boxes, everyone watched with curiosity as you and Jack opened them to reveal a set of car keys, surprising everyone but mostly both of you

"What's this?", you asked without taking the keys out of the box

"The keys for your new cars", Lance exclaimed, "Aston Martin Valour, they are limited edition, only 110 in the world and now you own two of them, Y/N has it in lightning silver and Jack in ultramarine black"

"Doesn't matter if you don't chose us", Fernando spoke, "You can keep them"

"Was that allowed?", Pierre exclaimed

"We didn't put any rules", Fernando shrugged his shoulders

"Okay, time for a break", Mick anounced, "Fiftheen minutes"

Writting the comments about the presentation both of you considered leaving the clipboards in the highest cabinet but since Esteban who was the tallest of the grid was there, your room was a better option

"I can't believe those twenty are millionares who drive in weird shapes for work", you sighed before returning to the living room, "Those are the shittiest arguments I've ever heard"

"The gifts are also insane", Jack nodded, "The cars are another level of crazy, like, we knew Lance was like a Richie Rich, the cars were unexpected"

"Is going to be fun to explain to our families", you mentioned, "Not only the cars, but all the gifts, and of course your adoption"

"That was your favorite part, right?", Jack smiled with fun

"Yeah", you laughed

Taking advantage of your distraction, Jack took you in his shoulder and start spinning at what you hold thight on his back and shirt even though he was holding your thighs and waist firmly, stopping when you started to tap his back putting you on the floor carefuly and brushing a few strands of your hair in order before holding your cheeks and share a kiss, at what you smiled in the kiss hugging him by the waist

Unfortunately, the kiss was interrupted when a truck was heard close to the house confusing both of you

"Guys, your cars are here", Lance exclaimed from the first floor

"No fucking way", Jack sighed

"It's strange having millionare friends", you commented

Leaving the clipboards in your room, both of you returned to the first floor to see most of the teams in a frenezy talking in their phones, except for the Red Bull boys who were drinking the energy drink along with Penelope who was eating some fruit in the kitchen island, and the Aston Martin guys who were already outside

"What is happenning?", you asked aproaching the Red Bull duo

"They are calling their bosses to try to get cars for the two of you", Checo responded, "They have been like this since you went upstairs"

"By the way, P was a bit hungry so I got a bit of fruit from the fridge", Max mentioned, "I hope that's okay"

"Yeah, it's fine", you nodded

"Where are the cats?", Jack asked not seeing them in the cat tower or the couch"

"Alex is holding one and Zhou the other", Max responded

"The cars are ready", Fernando exclaimed from the front door, "Bring the keys"

Taking the keys from the center table both of you stepped outside to see the two new and exclusive Aston Martin cars in the front yard

"This feels like christmas again", you commented aproaching the silver car, "But in a weird situation"

"My mom is going to freak out when she sees this", Jack mentioned next to the dark car

Unlocking the doors, the two of you got into your respective cars turning on the engine

"I'm definately going to arrive to my tattoo appointment tomorrow in this", you exclaimed with excitement reffering to the small tornado tattoo you were going to get on your right inner arm above your elbow

After admiring the cars a bit more, the break ended, at what all of you returned to the living room to continue with the presentations, but before starting again, you and Jack stood in front of the TV

"Guys, before continue with your interesting slide show, we'd like to say something regarding of the recent gift", you said holding the clipboard, "As we are thankful for the new cars, we don't need another one"

"Yeah, we are perfectly fine with two cars, we don't need more right now", Jack nodded, "But we appreciate that you care about us and want us to have a big car collection"

"It also lifts up our ego", you joked, "Anyways, let's continue"

Sitting again in the couch, this time Penelope decided to lay down in the sofa with her head on your lap, at what you covered her with a light blanket

"We start with Visa CashApp RB", Mick anounced

"Hello everyone", Daniel greeted in front of the TV with the slideshow ready, "We have very good reasons of why both of you should be in our garage, the first one is that when Max came to LA to got you for Monaco, I was in the plane, also in the interview that started everything, Y/N said that Yuki was one of her favorites"

"We also noticed that the two of you have a height difference just like us, and Avatar: The Way of Water in Japan made 29.5% of the total recaudation, so you´re welcome, and also both of you have been spotted in Nobu in several ocasions"

"And the Taylor Swift factor, I'm a swiftie, and let's see this photo that Jack posted from his trip to New Mexico which kinda reminds of how I enter the COTA circuit in a horse", Daniel continued, "And for the gifts we have Enchanté merch, products from Yuki's collection, snacks from both of our countries"

"And when I open my restaurant you'll have your meals for free", Yuki said, "That's it, thank you"

"We should order Nobu for lunch", you commented to Jack while writting the comments, "What do you think?"

"It's a good idea", Jack nodded, "We just need to ask the others"

"Hey everyone", you exclaimed, "Who wants to order Nobu for lunch?"

"I don't eat fish", Lando mentioned while the others agreed to order from the japanesse restaurant

"We know", Jack responded, "Just grab some frozen nuggets from the fridge"

"But we need one of the dads to supervise him while using the air fryer, please", you asked

"It's Haas turn", Mick anounced, "My first team in F1"

"Hello everyone, we are Haas, some people call us the Haasbands", Nico started, "We are the perfect enemies to lovers friends"

"Who taught you that term?", you interrupted

"Egle", Nico responded, "Returning to our presentation, we are the only american team in F1 right now, and even though we don't have many achievements, we have a pole position thanks to Kevin, a win and podium thanks to Chloe in F1 Academy"

"We also had some memorable moments like you can see in episodes of Drive to Survive, and our cars might not be the best, but can survive fire, why are we mentioning fire? Because as we knew a few days ago, the third Avatar movie is called Avatar: Fire and Ash", Kevin continued, "And we are also dads, and that Haas a NASCAR team, and Y/N grandad and uncle were NASCAR drivers, by the way, congratulations on your uncle entering the NASCAR Hall of Fame"

"Thank you", you smiled

"For gifts we brought the latest collection of Palm Angels, cards with discounts for Chipotle with two years of guarantee, traditional candies from Germany and Denmark, and crochet clothes from Egle"

"Remember that our team is american", Kevin finalized

While the change was being, you and Jack wrote your comments, also noticing that Penelope was already asleep

"Alpine's turn", Mick anounced, "I'm also part of them for WEC"

"Hello, we are Alpine, the complete french team, for the rest of the year, of course", Esteban started, "And let me tell you, we have a lot of reasons for you to be with us, the first one is Marvel, I love Marvel, Ryan Reynolds aka Deadpool is one of our investors, and Jack is part of the MCU even if it's for less than a minute, and our cars and suits had an design inspired by Deadpool and Wolverine during the Belgian GP"

"But Ryan isn't our only investor", Pierre continued, "We also have Travis Kelce, tigh end of the Kansas City Chiefs, who is also dating Taylor Swift, and Kika and I went to her concert, which was amazing, and since we are here, we'll anounce that Jack Doohan will be our driver for next year, and you are the first to know, and conditentialy he and the Jack in front of us have the same name"

"And we bring amazing gifts", Esteban exclaimed, "Clothes from our brands, Chiefs shirts with Travis and Patrick numbers, and we are giving you the option to chose whatever you want from our investors"

Looking at each other, you and Jack started speaking in whispers for a few minutes until both of you nodded in agreement before looking at the french drivers

"Tickets for the last date of the Eras Tour, if we meet Taylor even better, also tickets to see a Chiefs game", you said

"Also watching the Deadpool trilogy with Ryan Reynolds, and him doing the Bye Bye Bye dance from Deadpool and Wolverine, even though we know he didn't performed it", Jack continued

"And we also want to see the two of you fighting using baguettes as weapons", you finalized, "That's it, thank you"

Hearing all of the petitions, Pierre and Esteban were shocked for all the things requested, while the rest laughed softly and both of you wrote the comments

"Next is Williams", Mick anounced

"Let's start by saying that even though we only have four points at the moment, we have a huge advantage in this small competition", Alex started with the presentations, "The others mentioned one or two pets, but we have the Albon Zoo, that consist in twelve cats, two horses and a dog, and I think that Tatum and Butters could get along with them"

"Don't forget that I'm the only US citizen in the entire grid, just like both of you are USA citizens", Logan continued, "And that I'm the favorite driver of Skeet Ulrich, Y/N's dad, and also my brother was in NASCAR, and 'Florida' isn't only a Taylor Swift song or where Lando got his first victory, is also my hometown, and of course the Avatar themed park is there"

"The gifts that we brought are the entire collection of Albon Pets including mini helmets, clothes from the Williams store, two of each piece, personalized golf balls from Lily, and autographed mini helmets from both of us"

A/N: I didn't put american because America is a whole continent, not only USA

"We hope that you enjoyed our presentation", Logan finalized

Feeling relieved that the silly slideshows were ending, you and Jack wrote the comments on the clipboard

"And finally, Kick Sauber", Mick sighed, "This thing took longer than I expected"

"We might be last team in the constructors championship without points, or a good car, but we have vibes", Valtteri started, "And a colorful car, and I would like to mention that as someone who has the best mullet on the grid, Jack has the best mullet in the entertainment industry"

"Also, there is a Dior connection between me and both of you, as I am a Dior ambassador and both of you wore Dior for the MET Gala, and in several ocasions", Zhou continued, "And we also got very special pets, for my part I have Sweetcorn"

"And I have a reindeer called Rosa", Valtteri continued, "And remember that this year we are known for our social media content, and Y/N also is a social media content creator"

"For gifts we bring Lululemon clothes and accesories, also some things from Dior, baking books from China and Finland"

"And also brand new calendars for 2025", Valtteri finalized, "We hope that you enjoyed our presentation"

"I'm not going to open that calendar at all", you sighed writting the comments on the last page

"And with that, we end with the presentations", Mick anounced before turning to look at you and Jack, "Guys, you need to chose"

Leaving the giant group in the first floor, both of you along with the cats went upstairs to your room closing the door so they don't listen and sitting on your bed

"I've never heard such idiotic arguments in my entire life, even though I studied with Kira and Bethany", you commented, "Which garage you want to go?"

"I thought we were going to take the decision togheter"

"I mean, that was the idea at first, but since it's for your birthday it's best if you chose it"

"Okay, I think the best will be if we eliminate the ones that are staying the same next year"

"That would be Red Bull, McLaren and Aston Martin"

"And I really like them all, but it would be the best if we reduce it to our favorite teams that we haven't eliminated which are Ferrari and Mercedes"

"Both are historic teams, pretty iconic"

"It's a tough choice"

Thinking how you were going to chose between the two teams, an idea hit Jack who was quick to stand up from your bed to go to your closet (which was now a little disaster of boxes of clothes to organize in your new closet) and grab two hats, one Ferrari and one Mercedes, to leave them in your bed and then grabbin both cats who were cuddling in the fluffy chair next to the window

"Our children will take the final decision", Jack sentenced putting them a bit far from the hats

Giggling of fun because of his idea, you watched as both cats wandered around the bed for a while until Butters walked to the hats and Tatum followed him smelling the two hats until they settled in one of them playing with it

Having the decision, both of you left the clipboards and took the cats in arms to return to the first floor where all the drivers plus Penelope were waiting

"Not going to lie, it was a difficult decision", you said standing in front of them with Tatum in your arms, "Most arguments were pretty pathetic, and we are not afraid to say it, but since my F1 race birthday already passed, Jack took the decision himself"

"Before saying the decision, we would like to say that we apreciate all the gifts that you gave us", Jack continued with Butters in his arms, "And as a four time World Champion once said: everybody is a Ferrari fan, even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans"

After hearing the phrase that Sebastian Vettel once said in his Ferrari days, the duo of the red team cheered so loud before running to both of you to hug you and Jack, thankfuly you two put the cats on the ground before the bone crushing group hug

"We have Ollie's american twin and hermanita", Carlos exclaimed without breaking the hug

"We promise to not let you down", Charles smiled, "We are going to have so much fun"

"Does this mean Jack is my brother now?", Oscar asked once the group started to spread around the first floor

"I think so", Logan nodded

Finally after a few minutes, the drivers released the two of you allowing you to breathe

"We are paying for all the food", Carlos anounced with happiness, "Everyone chose what you are going to eat"

"Our presentation was a success", Charles celebrated

"Should we tell them that the cats were the ones chosing?", you asked Jack in low voice

"Nah, they doesn't need to know", Jack laughed

"We're evil", you giggled

"I mean, we are Ghostface", Jack shrugged

The rest of the day was spent eating what was ordered from Nobu (Lando ate chicken nuggets with the help of Checo to use the air fryer), the other part of the deal watching the movies both of you said, during which Penelope took a nap in your room during the horror movies, and finally leaving the house at high hours of the night