#potato answers: logan!

[eudaimaniacs]

strawberries - part ii (logan howlett x female reader) | part i

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.4k words

warning/s: smut, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, and one mention of somnophilia

notes: i am feeling a bit better now and finished writing the sequel for my last post. i can't wait to write more since my semestral break is coming (might need some requests for inspiration). enjoy reading!

The smell of fresh and fruity strawberry jam infused the cozy cottage air. You watch Holly as she is tempted to taste it by asking you if she can.

���No, honey. The jam is still hot, and we need to cool it down,” you instructed the eager young girl sitting on the countertop.

It was dinnertime, and you decided to prepare both breakfast and supper. You called Holly to help you prepare the tools and jars needed for the jam. The process took longer as you cared for an energetic and hungry three-year-old. Holly snuck a few strawberries to eat, and you told her that if she had more, there would be less strawberry jam to enjoy. The young girl cried out to her dad, almost taking her away from the kitchen. Logan thankfully calmed Holly down, and she was back to being excited about eating it for breakfast.

“It’s time to prepare for dinner, Holly. Tell your dad it’s time to eat,” you carried your daughter and let her run off to Logan. Holly giggled as she excitedly sprinted to show your husband the fresh strawberry jam and the food the two of you made. You grinned as you prepared the plates and utensils and set them on the wooden table. You went back to the kitchen to get the steak, potatoes, mixed vegetables, and chicken nuggets for Holly.

As you put on the last meal, the middle of the table was decorated with the most beautiful bouquet. Blooming blush peonies and white daisies complimented the sage green table runner you recently bought weeks ago. Holly held a pink peony as she struggled to sit on the chair to eat.

“Bought a last-minute gift for this beautiful dinner, [Y/N],” Logan gushed as he kissed your forehead and sat down. You prayed a short grace before eating, and the three of you began to consume supper. Holly started the usual dinnertime conversations with her tales of imaginary friends, the strawberry jam you made with her, and the jokes she and Logan would make.

As your daughter told the latest fairytale she read, you focused on eating the steak and tried not to touch Logan for the upcoming event tonight. He could smell your arousal even with the delicious food on the table. You were excited to spend the night with Logan, making a new child and sibling for Holly to play with.

While you ate the last steak on your plate, your daughter innocently asks, “Mommy, Daddy, can I get a little sister or brother?”

You and Logan dropped both of your utensils as Holly caught the attention of the two of you. You struggled to answer the question as you glanced at Logan, who was flustered. She had never asked or even hinted that she wanted a sibling in this household. You and Logan wanted another child but agreed to wait some years before having a second child. You went to the nearest neighborhood for Holly to play with children her age, but you sensed that she could get lonely when she’s stuck at home.

“Sure, you can, bub,” Logan replied as he ruffs the soft hair of the young girl. Holly giggled and thanked him before finishing the leftover food on her plate. You chuckle as you see Logan smirk, knowing you two will fulfill the first child’s wish.

You turn on the ballerina music box as you lull Holly, tired from the day of excitement. She groggily remarks how she’s looking forward to tasting the strawberry jam tomorrow morning. You pat her head as you watch her slowly close her eyes and dream until the sun breaks out. You kiss her forehead and head out to go to the bedroom.

“Is she asleep?”

You sit at the vanity chair to brush your hair and see Logan wearing his tank top. Your eyes wander to the tight denim jeans and unbuckled belt. Oh, he was waiting.

You sigh and softly stare at Logan, “Seems like she’s going to have a great dream tonight.”

The dim, yellowish lamp decorating the bedroom made you ethereal and radiant in this intimate setting. Logan intensely stared as he sat on the bed, waiting for you to stop brushing your hair. You hum as you remove your nightrobe little by little. Your heart was pumping faster as you and Logan would make another child. You hear Logan shuffling out of bed and standing next to you.

“Getting impatient here, princess,” Logan’s guttural voice made you shiver. He tucked your hair and imprinted your neck. You moan at the sensation of his tongue marking you. You grab his arm as Logan continues to kiss and bite your neck.

Out of breath, Logan growled, “Let’s go to bed, [Y/N].” He seized your hand and gently pushed you on the mattress. You slowly took off his tank top, exposing his magnificent build and chest hair that will always make you weak. You spread your legs as Logan held himself from tearing off your nightgown. Your lustful and sleepy eyes tell him that you want him, you need him.

Logan clutched the hem of your nightgown and slowly took it off. You sigh as you feel the cold air crashing over your exposed body. The man on top growled as he saw your soft breasts and the transparent, lacy cream panties covering your arousal. You wrap your legs around Logan as your desires of getting fucked and bred by him rise more.

“Too eager, princess?” Logan whispered as he squeezed and massaged your boobs and perked your nipples.

“Oh, yes, fuck. Please give me another child, Lo. Want another kid,” you moaned as you grind yourself on his jeans. Logan chuckled at your impatience and granted both of your wishes. He unzips his pants, takes off his underwear, and slowly enters inside of you. You whine at Logan’s massive size and immediately embrace his broad back. You scratch his back at the intense pleasure. Logan’s drive to breed you until the sun peeks out of the curtains made it more exciting.

He didn’t give the usual rough and fast sex, wanting to be more passionate as he gave you another child. The sight of you carrying his child made him hard, and your commitment to your family made Logan weak and soft. The two of you silently moaned, not wanting to disrupt your peaceful, sleeping daughter. You tapped Logan’s hand, signaling that you were close.

“Want me to fill you up, princess?” Logan huskily said as he quickened his pace.

At a loss for words, you try to reply and state how much you want to be filled with his warm cum and have Logan’s child again. He chuckled as he heard your weak whispers and whines, trying to articulate the upcoming orgasm. Logan positioned your legs over his shoulders, making sure that his seed went inside of you.

“Here it comes, [Y/N]!” Logan growled as he released his warm cum to your tight walls. You moaned at the feeling of his sticky substance coating your pussy. Logan immediately lay beside your shaking, out-of-breath body. You snuggle against his chest as he kisses your head and massages your back.

“Thought we were going to fuck until morning, Lo,” you sleepily remark. You were tired; however, you expected Logan to ensure you were bred. Your lustful and exhausted eyes look at Logan’s soft ones to hear his explanation.

Logan passionately kisses you, your sweet, honey-like taste coating his tastebuds. You yawn as you nestled in his chest, hearing the soft thumping of his heart.

“I wish we could, [Y/N], but we promised to eat strawberry jam with Holly tomorrow morning,” Logan whispered. You giggle at the remembrance that the two of you have to wake up early and eat breakfast with your daughter. You were excited to have another child finally and for Holly to have a sibling to play with.

“You need to sleep, princess. If I get hard again, I might fuck my seed again inside of you,” Logan remarked. You slapped his chest as you lightly scolded him and reminded him that you two needed to be awake in the morning. You hum yourself to sleep and feel your lids closing little by little. The last thing you hear is the soft groans of Logan sleeping. The two of you are in a tight and loving embrace, and you are filled with Logan’s love for you and his growing family. All you could dream of was the taste of your homemade strawberry jam and the conception of you and Logan’s second child.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[disneyprincemuke]

the thanksgiving incident * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: my deepest apologies for not posting today, a migraine had me down bad and wishing i was dead but it's okay i'm bad baBY LETS FUCKING GO

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship |it's nice to have a friend |

come up to my hotel room

you stare at your message in the blue bubble, trying to assess the lack of response from the younger driver. you press your fingertips into your lips and turn around. "do you think he now thinks i'm trying to hit on him?"

george, with a balloon in his mouth, stops blowing into it briefly and stares at you. he pinches the opening of the latex decoration and tilts his head at you. "what did you text him?"

"hopefully not," alex speaks, walking past you from his previous spot at the entryway. in his hands is a medium-sized bowl of mashed potatoes. "that would be weird."

"i just texted him to come up here," you say, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.

"you didn't say anything else?" george asks.

you shake your head.

"that's kinda misleading," alex mutters. "has he read it yet?"

"he left me on read," you mutter, pursing your lips. "seriously, guys! what if he thinks i'm hitting on him?"

alex shakes his head. "everyone on the grid knows you're on and off with shawn. it's impossible that logan thinks you're making a pass on him."

you raise your eyebrows. "did logan tell you that?"

there's a knock on the door, cutting george's wish to reply short. he looks at you before he resumes blowing into the balloon in his hands. you look at alex, who simply shrugs and turns away to untie the plastic on the small table of your hotel room.

you sigh and push yourself off the bed, walking over to the door slowly. "who is it?"

"it's logan!"

you huff and wipe your palms into the material of your sweats. you pull the door open and the greeting at the tip of your tongue immediately disappears when there is a singular sunflower in logan's hand.

"what is that?" you ask with a hand on the door handle.

"it's a," logan clears his throat and follows your gaze at the sunflower in his hand, "a sunflower."

"i know what a sunflower looks like," you answer softly, "but why is it in your hand and why are you holding it up?"

"well, you texted me without context, by the way," logan starts, taking a step away from you to throw himself back into the hallway, "and i didn't know what to make out of it. so i... i don't know. i got you a sunflower."

he extends his hand to offer you the flower once more.

"i told you!" you screech, turning around to call for george and alex. "i fucking told you!"

logan, out in the hallway, grows confused. he tilts his head. "what?"

"i- the text," you cut yourself off as the severity of the situation gets to you. you turn around to face logan. it's only then you realise that he made the effort to look presentable, sporting a nice pair of shorts and a polo tee. "i asked you to come up here because we prepared you a thanksgiving dinner."

you press your lips together, fighting back tears when a blush creeps up logan's cheeks. you watch as realisation slowly hits him and his jaw drops. "oh."

"yeah," you breathe out. you look down at the flower and take it into your hands. "this is very thoughtful. thank you."

"yellow flowers are a sign of friendship."

"are you rejecting me?"

"are you fucking around with me? is this a prank?"

"no, i'm just offended that the first thing you thought of was a subtle way to let me down."

"i didn't know what to say to you. you're very pretty," logan readjusts his shirt and clears his throat, "but like- you know?"

"i guess," you shrug. "would you like to come in?"

"wait, you prepared me a thanksgiving dinner?" logan asks softly, hesitantly following you inside. he slips off his shoes right by the door and lets the door shut. "me?"

"of course! i figured you'd want to celebrate it. it's nothing like home or what your family could give you," you hum, stepping aside as he gawks at the decoration that george poorly put up. "but i thought you might like to at least spend the night with people instead of being all by yourself in your hotel room."

"i- i don't know what to say," he whispers, a smile slowly growing on his face as he looks around. there's a picture of a turkey stuck on the wall, a couple of balloons taped above the tv and an entire meal prepared on the table. "thank you. this is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"we couldn't find a turkey on such short notice so," alex mutters, patting his rookie on the back. he points at the far corner of the table, where there is a stuffed animal of a turkey resting on a plate. "the genius decided to opt with a toy."

"a toy that he gets to keep!" you shriek, a hand on your chest. you turn to logan. "i'm sorry i texted you to come up without context."

"tell shawn i'm sorry i thought you wanted to hook up with me."

"we're on a break."

logan pulls a chair out from under the table and grabs a plate for himself. "then tell him i'm sorry he's stupid for breaking up with you." he takes another and offers it to you. "dinner?"

[earl-grey-teacake]

Love the new headcanons for the Baby!Loscar au!! Though the second Logan and Oscar start walking they are going to need leashes or they're going to runaway to find their best friend and get lost in the paddock

Thank you!!!

They will absolutely be leash kids. Kids are curious by nature and they want to explore the world around them with no understanding of consequences. Sure, some may frown upon it saying children aren’t dogs but they are people who have never had a child run into the direction of an oncoming vehicle.

Logan and Oscar are adventurous and bold, which is great for karting. It is not great for their parents’ blood pressure. There is a limit of how many times Oscar or Logan can book it out of hospitality before someone puts their foot down. Learning how to walk is one thing but walking and being able to open the doors of their rooms and playpens is another.

At the first the parents frowned upon it with Carlos and George saying their children were not dogs. That sentiment quickly changed when Logan booked it across the parking lot and almost gets hit by Toto’s Mercedes. Now since it was a parking lot, the car speed tends to be slower but that did not help anyone’s blood pressure that day.

So Logan and Oscar get little leash backpacks, bear and koala respectively. Logan tries to fight it like all toddlers do, kicking, yelling, rolling on the ground but his parent’s will not budge. He does give up, and relents to bring on a leash. No matter how cutely Logan begs and clings, neither James nor Toto or Jenson will free him from it.

Oscar does not kick or scream but he will lie on the floor in protest until his parent pick him up and carry him. He also gives in once he realizes no one will take pity on him. He has tried to run to Williams a couple times but was stopped by McLaren staff and Andrea Stella who carried him back like a sack of potatoes.

The other drivers vary on levels of amusement. Alonso and Max find it hilarious, especially when the kids try to book it while attached to the leash. Lewis feels bad for the kids but he was there when Logan almost got hit by Toto’s car so he doesn’t feel that bad. Charles almost frees them a couple times because they plead with him to but is quickly stopped by others.

Thank you for the ask!!! I know it took me a while to answer 😅

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Too Good To Say Goodbye pt7

Warnings: cursing

part 1 I part 2 I part 3 I part 4 I part 5 I part 6 I part 7 I part 8 I part 9 I part 10

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I wanted to cry in the middle of the Wingstop. I wanted to break the news on my own terms but thanks to whoever runs the ‘F1GossipRoom’ account on instagram, I couldn’t. They ruined one of the biggest moments of my and Lando’s life. I know I've done this twice before but I wanted to witness all of Lando's firsts with this baby and the surprise pregnancy announcement was off the table.

I knew I was being overdramatic but I couldn't help it when the one thing I wanted to do got ruined and all these pregnancy hormones going through the roof I wasn't thinking clear but there was one thing I was sure about. I was going to find the person behind this gossip account and I was going to make their life a living hell.

"Baby, it's okay. It sucks because I wanted to just randomly drop this in a cute instagram post but we can still do that. We can't let these random no-lifers ruin this moment for us." A small chuckle escaped my lips as Lando had placed the wingstop down on the table and embraced me in a tight hug.

"I know baby, I'm sorry" I started to sob into Lando's shoulder which only further upset him.

"No, no baby please don't cry. How 'bout this: we go home, eat our food and we can watch Tangled again. How 'bout that? That sound like a plan?" Lando tried to negotiate while rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"And the second Captain America movie again?" I said as I pulled back from the embrace and wiped a few tears away from my face with a small smile becoming present.

"Anything for you" Lando said as he placed a quick kiss to my temple.

-

It took us about 30 minutes to get home, Lando had to make a quick pitstop at our local Dairy Queen because the baby really wanted a Mint Oreo blizzard.

"Okay babe. This is STRICTLY dessert. You AND BABY," Lando started before poking my tummy "need to eat actual food first"

"I know that, but I don't know if Baby gets it yet because they want a teeny tiny bite." I gave Lando puppy dog eyes

"Does the baby want a bite or do YOU want a bite?" Lando smirked as he cocked a brow in my direction

"Potato pahtato" I shrugged whited caused Lando to let out a laugh

"Just ONE bite." An excited shriek left my mouth as I quickly grabbed my blizzard and took a huge spoonful before letting out a satisfied moan at the taste of the cold, minty, chocolaty goodness that exploded on my tongue.

“Okay babe, I need you to get home now so I can eat because this is too good!!” I almost took another spoonful but Lando took it out of my hand, put the lid back on and put it in the cup holder on the door to make sure that it was out of my reach.

“That was so unnecessarily rude Lando. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” I said with a huff as I shifted my whole body to face the door with my arms crossed.

————

We’d gotten home about an hour ago and we were about halfway through Tangled (and our blizzards) when we heard a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it baby.” Lando said as he placed a quick kiss on my temple before getting up to answer the door

“Oh hey Logan, did you forget something?” I heard Lando say as I watched him side step to let Logan and Yelena in the house.

“I need to talk to Y/N, where is she?” Logan sounded a bit angry when he said that but Lando brushed it off. He probably thought it had something to do with Yelena and he thought it best to not push him further.

“She’s in the Living Room. We’re watching Tangled and eating.” Logan just handed Yelena over to Lando before brushing past him to get to me.

Lando held Yelena for about 5 seconds before he smelt a strange smell, lifting her up to smell her diaper before cringing at the smell radiating from it.

“Mmm girl, you stinky. Let’s give you a bath.” Lando cooed as he bounced her up and down before taking her up to our room to give her a bath.

While Lando was upstairs giving Yelena a bath my eyes stayed laser focused on Logan whom was still angrily walking over in my direction.

“Y/N, Really?!” Logan almost screamed as he finally reached me.

I just stared at him dumbfounded because who is he to barge into my house and start talking to me like this.

“I would really love some context here Logan.” I said as I placed my already melting blizzard on the coffee table.

“You’re pregnant?!” I should’ve sensed this coming given that it took months of convincing me that I wanted a baby for I even tried for one with Logan.

Being a mom wasn’t in my ‘To-Do Life Agenda’ but being with Logan and seeing how he was with his nieces, nephews and younger fans started to make me feel like maybe I wanted to be a mom.

“Logan, please. I was going to tell you before we told everyone else.” I tried to keep our voices hushed because I didn’t want Lando to hear how everyday of my life was after the loss of Theo when Logan and I was still together.

“No! That’s bullshit! It took me MONTHS of convincing you to get pregnant but you let HIM knock you up less than a year after having Yelena?! I should’ve known you were just a whore.” Logan murmured that last part and I wasn’t even sure if I heard him right.

“OKAY LOGAN! You’ve outstayed your welcome. Get out of my house now.” Lando’s voiced boomed as he was coming down the stairs with a clean, sleepy baby in his arms.

“What did you say to me?!” Logan challenged

“Get. The Fuck. Out. Of. My. House. Now. Before I call the cops.” Lando said sternly as he held the front door open once he reached the bottom of the steps ushering Logan through it.

“I’m not done with this conversation yet Y/N/N. We will-” was all we heard before Lando slammed the door shut cutting Logan off.

I wanted to cry, I felt so humiliated. Was I really a whore for being pregnant with Lando’s kid barely a year after having Logan’s? Maybe I was.

Lando quickly pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Let’s go to bed, we have our clinic tomorrow to make sure Lily picked up the gender reveal envelope so they can start planning the reveal and we can see if maybe Lily and Oscar can take Yelena too?” With a quick nod of my head Lando made his way to the nursery to put Yelena to sleep while I started to clean the mess up in the living room.

after about 10 minutes I entered our shared bedroom to see Lando scrolling for a movie to watch.

“Oh let’s watch-”

“Captain America: The Winter Soldier? It’s already waiting to be played” One thing about Lando is he knows what to do to make me feel special.

I got in the bed and cuddled close to Lando while also being cautious of my belly. I didn’t make it 10 minutes into the movie before I knocked out.

————

The next morning I made my way into the clinic while Lando and Yelena stayed in the car. I need to be the one to make sure that Lily did her gender reveal planner duties.

“Can I help you?” the nice young lady at the front desk asked

“Hi, yes. Could you tell me if the gender reveal envelope under the last name ‘Norris’ was picked up yesterday?” I asked politely

“Yes ma’am it was.” The lady said, her voice laced with nervousness “Was it not supposed to be picked up yesterday?”

“Oh it was! I just wanted to make sure!” A sigh of relief echoed through the air from the lady “Thank you!” I cooed as I walked away from the front desk and out the door into the car that was double parked waiting for me.

When I got in the car the look on Lando’s face asked if Lily picked up the envelope, to which I nodded my head before saying “Let me call Lily and ask if we can drop off Yelena while she’s planning.”

After a few rings Lily picked up the phone

“Hey Lily! I saw that you picked up the envelope yesterday. I was wondering if while you’re planning today if we could drop Yelena off, Logan came by yesterday and I have to deal with him” I said joyfully into the phone.

“Hey girl, sorry but I didn’t pick up the envelope yesterday. I had too many meeting to attend to, I was actually on my way to get it now” Lily replied back

A nervous look coated my face.

“If you didn’t pick it up. Who did?” my voice AND hands shaky

“Babe! Hang up the phone now and look at instagram! I’m gonna fucking kill him”

Lando’s face was 50 shades of red when I looked over. There was no way my worst fear was gonna come true. He’s not THAT disrespectful.

Unfortunately when I opened instagram it confirmed my worst nightmare.

———-

JUST A QUICK SUM SUM BEFORE I HAVE TO FINISH MY DOUBLE TN!!!

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[awkward-walking-potato]

Okay, I loved the ask about the OC x Character fic, I didn’t know you wrote ocs either, so I would like to go next :o

Okay, so, this is another Logan x new recruit thing, but I think I’d leave it platonic. My OC, she was experimented for a few years (more likely 12 years) her appearance has wolf shaped ears (she has human ears, but those don’t work anymore) a wolf tail, and wings, somewhat of a similarity to a Phoenix bird (but they’re usually never used and are seen closed). She has a bandaged covering her right eye, with hair covering said bandage (she covers an eye that strictly hides a darker persona that she holds because of the experimentation, but she doesn’t mention that and brushes it off) she’s a bit quiet and slightly pessimistic, with a touch of stoicism, but if she’s training she gets on her determination highly.

Her name is Phoenix, that’s not her real name, but she calls herself that because that’s the name everyone called her when she was experimented on back then, and forgot her original name.

Hopefully this isn’t much potato, but I think I might’ve taken it a bit too far :,3. Take your time on it though, no rush ^^!

Phoenix Rising

The first time Logan saw her, he wasn’t sure what to make of her. She was standing off to the side of the training grounds, her large wings folded tight against her back, a wolf-like tail curled around her leg. With wolf-shaped ears replacing her human ones, and a bandaged right eye hidden beneath strands of hair, she looked every bit the mystery.

Her name was Phoenix. That wasn’t her real name, but it was all she had left after years of experimentation. Logan had been around long enough to recognize that haunted look in her good eye—the look of someone who had been through hell and barely survived it. It was a look he understood all too well.

She was quiet, keeping to herself most of the time, but there was a fire underneath that stoic surface. He noticed it whenever she trained, her determination burning through the layer of guarded indifference she showed the rest of the world. She was strong, focused, and there was something about the way she pushed herself that reminded Logan of his own battles. She never complained, even when the sessions were grueling, her face set in a grim line of perseverance.

But despite her strength, there was something else—a darkness she kept hidden. Logan saw it in the way she covered her right eye, the way she always deflected questions about her past. He knew there was something deeper going on, something she wasn’t ready to talk about. He didn’t push. If there was one thing Logan understood, it was the need to carry your own burdens until you were ready to share them.

One afternoon, after an especially intense training session, Phoenix stayed behind as the others left. Logan watched her from a distance as she silently paced, wings twitching restlessly. He could see the tension in her body, the battle she was fighting inside her own mind.

He approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her. "You did good today, kid," Logan said, his voice low and gruff.

Phoenix stopped, turning her head slightly to acknowledge him. "Thanks," she replied softly, though her tone was flat. She was always polite, but Logan could tell there was something weighing on her.

"You alright?" he asked, leaning against the wall beside her.

For a moment, she was silent, her good eye staring off into the distance. "I’m fine," she answered, but Logan could hear the hesitation in her voice.

"You don’t gotta talk if you don’t want to," Logan added, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But you’ve been through some rough stuff, haven’t you?"

Phoenix tensed, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch the bandage over her eye. "It’s nothing," she said quickly, brushing off the question as she always did.

Logan crossed his arms, watching her closely. "You don’t have to hide it, y’know. Not from me."

Phoenix hesitated again, her fingers gripping the edge of her sleeve. She looked down, her quiet voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want anyone to know... not about that part of me." There was an edge of fear in her voice, as if she was terrified of revealing the darker persona that lurked behind her covered eye.

Logan nodded, understanding all too well what it meant to keep a part of yourself hidden from the world. "You’re not alone, Phoenix. Whatever they did to you—it doesn’t define you."

She didn’t respond right away, but there was a flicker of emotion in her eye, a vulnerability she rarely showed. Logan could see it, even if she didn’t want to admit it. He let the silence hang between them for a moment, giving her space.

"I’m trying to move past it," she finally said, her voice steady but fragile. "But it’s hard when... when I don’t even remember who I used to be. Phoenix is all I have left."

Logan let out a small breath, his voice softening. "Names don’t mean much if you ask me. It’s who you are now that matters. And from what I’ve seen, you’re tougher than you think."

Phoenix met his gaze, her good eye filled with something like gratitude, though she remained quiet. Logan knew she wasn’t ready to open up fully yet, but that was okay. He’d be there when she was.

"Keep pushin'," Logan said, giving her a nod of approval. "You’re doin’ fine."

As he walked away, Logan couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness toward her. Phoenix might have been through hell, but she was a fighter. And Logan? He’d make damn sure she knew she wasn’t alone in that fight anymore.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics where they're neighbors as requested in this ask. If you like the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

✦ so let's cross the lines we lost by thecoloursneverfade

(E, 165k, uni au) Harry and Louis have a complicated past, Niall throws too many parties, Zayn is definitely not pining, and Liam just wants everyone to get along

✦ Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter

(E, 100k, nanny au) AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors' son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.

✦ Light My Fire, Blow My Flame by @softfonds

(E, 98k, adaptation) the One Where…. Louis is a Broadway actor, Harry is a newly graduated lawyer, Liam is a radio DJ, Zayn is an English Professor at NYU, and Niall is a music producer. A Friends AU.

✦ to lure a hummingbird (you had me moonstruck) by brokenbeaks / @broken-beaks

(E, 81k, trapped au) An enemies-to-lovers fic where Harry and Louis are neighbours who are forced to get along due to the inconvenience (or convenience) of a broken lift.

✦ Little by Little by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(E, 65k, omega/omega) Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.

✦ Enchanted by @brightgolden

(E, 25k, kid fic) Where Louis finally meets his neighbour. After a few conversations, he begins to realise he is too weak to resist the charms of the new mother and his six month old daughter.

✦ In Dreams by dolce_piccante / @haydolce

(M, 23k, secret admirer) AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days.

✦ That's How I Know by @allwaswell16

(E, 19k, parrot fic) the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

✦ please don't be in love with someone else by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze

(E, 18k, friends to lovers) the one where Harry and Louis are neighbors and there's a lot of overthinking, misunderstandings, Backstreet Boys sing-alongs, embarrassing moments in the hallway, and pining. They somehow still make it work.

✦ Cut to The Feeling by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry

(E, 16k, fluff and smut) AU where Louis is a ghostwriter working from home, and Harry is his firefighter neighbour who happens to have the cutest dog on Earth.

✦ come on over, we've got something to share by @jaerie

(E, 12k, a/b/o) Even as an unbonded omega with a four year old, Harry had everything he needed. 

✦ A Real Work of Art by @lululawrence

(NR, 11k, makeover au) the one where Harry calls on an old friend, the super popular Louis Tomlinson, to help him change his look to capture the heart of Logan. Things only mostly go as planned.

✦ You and Me and the Devil Makes Three by moodlighting

(M, 10k, bed sharing) AU. Louis moves in next door to Harry. Louis has a ghost, Harry has an extra futon and a crush.

✦ Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 10k, witch Harry) Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.

✦ Wanted: Dog Walker by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 6k, silver fox Louis) Louis needs a dog walker. Harry answers the ad.

✦ I'll Keep You Warm by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 6k, snow storm) Louis is the kind of guy who keeps his head down and minds his own business. He’s lived on the same street for years and barely would recognize the buildings, let alone his neighbours. 

✦ Love Mail by @neondiamond

(G, 5k, strangers to lovers) the one where Harry and Louis keep mistakingly receiving each other’s mail (and also fall in love)

✦ Through the Wall (Through the Wall) by @taggiecb

(M, 5k, humor) "We live in adjacent apartment and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room. I'm really sorry oh my God you're naked" AU 

✦ Unplant by @hellolovers13

(M, 4k, trans Harry) Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

✦ Heels Over Head by @kingsofeverything

(E, 3k, famous/famous) Louis Tomlinson returns from tour to find that his new next door neighbor doesn't realize his backyard is not completely private.

✦ an honest mistake by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 2k, humor) Louis has ridden the elevator with his neighbor all week. The first time they speak, there’s a misunderstanding.

—Rare Pairs—

✦ Now that you're here, I never want you to leave by WeAreTheLuckyOnes

(E, 17k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis's a drummer, Nick's a radio DJ, and Louis's dogs are menaces.

✦ Kind of Tough to Tell a Scruff (Stand and Deliver) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(M, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) In which Nick moves north and Louis lives next door.

✦ Take a Piece of My Heart by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 4k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) The one where Niall invites his neighbor Shawn to a Valentine’s Day get together with his friends and maybe it’s a mistake.

[caratdeulforever]

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

school bus graveyard x oc's

chapter three

warnings: bad writing, lowercase intended, might contain wrong grammar, none more that i can think of

author's note: i was feeling active? haisjsi im trying my best here so i hope you like the way i write each characters and well the plot. that's all thank you, i hope you enjoy!

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chatter filled the whole high school cafeteria. the lunch ladies watched the well-mannered students get their food. the whole place bustled as everyone talked amongst each other. the place was divided in different friend circles, all talking about different things at different volumes and energy. 

all but one table, for at one side of the cafeteria was a table occupied by our eight protagonists. ben didn't bother eating and was already sleeping on his side of the table. aidhel was mixing the milk from the cafeteria to the coffee in her tumbler. she had let aiden taste some of it and the boy physically recoiled at the bitterness and literally forced her to at least add some dairy to it. he then busied himself by making a temple of some sort with his mashed potatoes and fries. ashlyn was just staring off to nothingness, ignoring her plate of food. tyler was the same on the other side of the table. his chin was propped up on his palm and he stared daggers down at his food. taylor, frances and logan were just soundlessly eating their food. 'just as awkward as i thought it'd be.' ashlyn thought to herself as she basked in the silence of their table. 

"i think we should go back to savannah." 

everyone besides ben, perked up at the voice that suddenly broke the ice. everyone stared at tyler expectantly but he was already looking back at the girl right across him. the same girl who paused in pouring her milk to turn her head at him curiously.

"i thought everyone agreed that it was too dangerous...?" logan asked out as he looked away nervously. they had this conversation one too many times, and he hoped that the answer remained. tyler scoffed and straightened up, taking his chin off his palm to look at the bespectacled boy incredulously. "so what? we're just supposed to let things the way they are?"

"even so, we can't risk the possibility of getting permanently stuck on that place." aidhel commented as she placed the carton of milk back down. she looked at him and he had to bite back his tongue because he can't talk back to her when she's giving him that look. the same look she always did whenever she wanted to challenge him to counter her claim. ashlyn hummed in agreement, "i'd rather be semi-stuck than permanently stuck."

"well maybe if you would have told us the truth from the beginning, we wouldn't be stuck at all!" tyler said getting annoyed as he faced ashlyn's direction. frances made a noise of irritation and shoved her face to her hands, "not this again." she groaned out while logan rubbed her back comfortingly. taylor and logan pursed their lips as they felt the upcoming argument.

"don't even start there ty," aidhel added im with a frown as she looked at tyler. the brunette boy turned to give her his own version of her looks but she just shook her head at him. ashlyn opened her mouth to come in her own defense, "i already explained why i didnt-" but paused to look at aiden when he suddenly interrupted her. 

"aren't you one to talk." aiden said cutting her off, his hand still holding the fry as he stared at his almost finished artwork. "you're the one that brushed it off as a prank and walked off." he said as he raised a fry in the air. aidhel and the others watched him apprehensively, what he says can only infuriate tyler even more. "with your personality, i seriously doubt it." he said coldly, finally looking up to look at the hispanic boy.

silence enveloped them all and the others darted their eyes from aiden to tyler. they all knew that what he said is the final blow. tyler's fist clenched and before he can stop himself- he already had slammed his hands on the table.

slam!!

"whether i would have believed it or not, she should have said something!" tyler exclaimed as he stood up abruptly to make a point. "now we're stuck in some demonic dimension," taylor, frances and logan just stared at him nervously and dumbfounded. "running away from flesh-eating deadly creatures," the guy from beside them awkwardly moved away, growing scared as he subtly heard their topic of conversation. 

"we don't know yet if they really are flesh eating." aidhel pointed out, crossing her arms as she looked at him cheekily. tyler turned his head sharply and glared at her, "besides the point!" he huffed and clenched his eyes shut. he took a deep breathe and looked at them, "i've lost count how many near-death experiences I've had, none of us have slept in days, we can't tell our parents or any-"

bam!!

ben slammed his own fist at the table, successfully catching everyone off-guard. even though he had a deadpanned expression, the way he put his finger on his lips serves as a warning for him. aidhel placed a hand behind his back and rubbed it comfortingly as she told him to sleep again. she turned to glare at the boy and tyler shivered at the intensity of their gazes combined.

he took a deep breathe and looked down, dropping back to his seat. "if we don't go back to savannah where this cycle begun...then what else are we supposed to do?" he said almost hopelessly. at that, everyone quieted down as they let his words sink in to their mind. what he said is perfectly true, they had done everything they could to get of the mess they were in. so far, they hadn't known how and why they were experiencing this thing that they were experiencing. there was nothing they can do, they were clueless about everything that's been happening. how did they got there? how will they be able to go out? what if they die in there? so many thoughts spiraling all at once.

aidhel pursed her lips as she looked away but not after casting a concerned glance at the brunette boy who was visibly shaking. her hand twitch to hold his hand like she always had done since the first time it had happened. it was a way to calm both of their nerves, a simple way of comfort for them both. but it looked far too intimate when the others were just right there with them. so she just clenched her fist to her lap, sighing.

frances just looked down at her food, and gripped on logan's hand under the table. logan squeezed her hand back and rubbed his thumb over her palm, smiling at her to calm her nerves. ben couldn't even sleep anymore, just looked away to ponder to himself. taylor had also avoided gaze to anyone and looked at tyler worriedly, wanting to take the stress of her brother to herself. aiden kept a smile to himself but if you squint hard enough, you'll see it droop down a little as he thought back on their situation.

'as annoying as his outburst was, it's understandable.' ashlyn thought to herself as she let out a quiet sigh. 'if we go back, then we might find out what's happening and how to escape...or we could make things much worse. should we risk it?'

two weeks ago

ashlyn sighed as she finally got on the bus. her ears buzzed with the muffled voices of her peers, the earbuds surely helped in reducing the volume around her. she quietly walked, her eyes kept to the ground as she did. 'i made it.'  she thought as she remembered racing from her room to the front porch just to reach the bus in time. 'ugh, its so loud.'  everyone was so hyper in the morning. she ignored the ruckus as she brushed past the teens chatting amongst each other.

she perked up when she saw three unfamiliar figures just by the end of the bus seats. 'are they new?' a blonde headed boy was practically stuck on the window pane, gawking at something outside. a black haired boy tried pulling him back, slowly getting annoyed at the antics of the boy. there was also a blonde headed girl sitting in front of them, slowly dozing off by the window with earbuds on her ears. 

as she walked closer, the blonde headed boy turned to look at her and they both made eye contact for a second. 'ah, we made eye contact.' ashlyn looked away almost immediately that they did. 'crap, my seat is in front of them.' she looked around and sighed, the only available seat was beside the blonde headed girl. well so much for sitting alone, she knows she must have jinxed something. she walked over slowly to sit. she would have asked if the girl was awake but she didn't have the heart to disturb a person's good sleep. 'don't talk to me, don't talk to me.' she chanted in her mind in hopes that none of them would try to strike up a conversation with her.

"hi."

ashlyn jolted and nearly jumped out of her seat when the boy suddenly popped up just beside her ear. out of reflex, she fell on her seat and hit her back on the seat in front of them, staring widely at the blonde headed boy who was looking at her from the top of her seat. the loud commotion and sudden movement caused the blonde headed girl beside her to open her eyes. what she didn't expected to see was a ginger girl on her back.

"what are you doing there?" she asked, her hands navigating her phone to lower the volume down of her music. she offered her hand out for her, ready to pull her up back on the seat next to her. ashlyn looked down at her hand and hesitantly took it and she was easily pulled back to sit beside her. 

"is that your house?" the blonde boy asked and pointed to a secluded area beside the house that the bus just stopped into. "what's up with the whole bus graveyard thing?" he added in curiously as he observed the tall walls decorated with murals and grafittis. inside the area was numerous run down school buses with its own set of painted decorations. the blonde girl looked out on the window curiously and raised a brow, 'that looks interesting.'

"its a junkyard with used buses."ashlyn replied gruffly. 'personal space dude, give me some.' she thought to herself and scooted a bit far away from the blonde boy. the blonde headed girl snickered to herself quietly as she watched the girl scoot a bit close to her. the boy however blinked as if his ears didn't processed what ashlyn had just said, "that's it?"

ashlyn frowned, "yeah?" she looked away, anywhere but him. sweat trickled down slowly on the side of her face. "well that's disappointing." the boy said looking at her impassively. the girl beside ashlyn raised a brow and looked back to him, "what do you expect?" she asked amusedly.

the blonde headed boy leaned back on his seat, his head propped behind his arms. "i was hoping for some kind of lore or paranormal jazz." he said shrugging, closing his eyes momentarily.

ashlyn scratched her nape awkwardly as she looked away, 'good luck finding anything like that here.' she thought before sitting up right.

'guess the conversation is over?' she thought when she felt that the conversation died from then. the girl beside her thankfully wasn't as talkative as the guy behind her, which was something she was grateful for. 'please be over.' she thought hopefully as her hand slowly reached over for her phone. but perhaps she spoke too soon because the boy seems to not like silence.

"anyway.."

ashlyn flinched and her shoulders dropped in a discouraged manner, 'so close.' she flinched when the boy suddenly popped up behind her again, "i'm aiden!"

'i'm not interested!' ashlyn internally screamed as she kept her eyes ahead. she tried to ignore the boy but he couldn't seem to pick up the obvious signs of her discomfort.

"that's my cousin ben," aiden said gesturing to the boy sleeping beside him. ben just swayed with the bus as he dozed off in the early morning. "and that's my sister, aidhel." he added in pointing to the blonde headed girl beside her. the girl smiled at her slightly before focusing back to look at the window.

"we just moved here a week or so ago from virginia. can't remember what town it was though. oh hey, we live just a house down from you! since we live so close, we should hang out often." aiden rambled on as he leaned on the seat to look down at her. ashlyn paused and looked up at him nervously, 'no. no way. i need to stop this progressing disaster.'

ashlyn raised a palm up to him, "sorry, nothing personal but, i'm a bit tired and not in much of a conversation mood." she said looking away slightly, not wanting to see his dejected expression. aidhel perked up and glanced curiously at her brother to check his reaction.

aiden was perplexed, blinking slowly as he looked at ashlyn. he smirked slightly and aidhel had to groan, because she knew that look all too well. "its fine, i get it." he said nodding to himself. 'finally.' ashlyn thought to herself a bit relieved that it went well.

"you're just shy right?"

both aidhel and ashlyn paused to process his words. 'huh? hold on-' aiden just continued smiling and looked down at her coyly. "it's alright, i'm good at talking, so it'll be fine."

ashlyn deadpanned at him, 'no, i'm not shy. i just want to be left alone'

aidhel pinched the bridge of her nose, slightly getting stressed at her brother's antics. "aiden just sit back down." she told him with a tight lipped smile. aiden grinned devilishly and shook his head, "nope!"

even as they arrived at school, aiden kept on rambling ashlyn's ear off. ben just stared at the ground as he followed after his cousins. aidhel really felt sorry for ashlyn, she can see the gears in the girls head turning to think of a plan to escape them. aidhel had attempted numerous times to stop his brother's yapping but to no avail.

'how do i escape?' ashlyn thought to herself glumly. the four of them entered the campus and aiden's voice never once faltered. aidhel watched the other students by the hallway and pursed her lips, 'there's so many people.'

"woah this is a small school." aiden commented as he and his sister looked around the place. aidhel hummed, "well this is a small town aiden."

'why are you still following me?' ashlyn asked to herself. 'maybe if i ignore him, he'll leave me alone?' she thought before taking a sip of her tumbler.

aidhel and ben yanked aiden back up making him pause in his talking. ashlyn looked back curiously and shared a look with aidhel who smiled at her knowingly. aiden raised a brow at them both but ben and aidhel just pointed to the door by the hallway. ashlyn glanced at the door they stopped into, office.

"oh right," aiden said with a small chuckle as he fixed the strap of his bag over his shoulder. aidhel sent another smile to ashlyn and thankfully she finally got the message, 'my chance!' ashlyn practically beamed in her mind before sprinting out of the scene for dear life.

"we gotta pick our schedules...up?"

the three of them stared at an empty space in front of them. aidhel grinned while ben just blinked not really caring about everything. however when aiden started to laugh really loudly, the two of them shared an exasperated look. aidhel raised a brow at a stray lady bug on ben's bag while waiting to aiden's laughter to die out.

"look a lady bug." aidhel said as she slowly get the lady bug on her finger. ben raised a brow and stared at the insect before looking at her. he subconsciously smiled at her, sometimes she really was a child. aiden however just grinned to himself, oblivious to what was happening behind him. "she's fast."

aidhel rolled her eyes, "i would too if i was her." she said before blinking when the lady bug suddenly flew away from her hand. ben watched the insect fly away before looking at aidhel pout to herself. he patted her back comfortingly and she huffed a laugh. aiden then sighed before straightening up, "c'mon let's get our schedules." he said before pulling them both inside the office room.

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[muppetable]

sorry for late upload, i slept in, but incorrect quotes day! (tw for nsfw in the first quote)

virgil: fuck the dark sides

logan: yeah fuck the dark sides

roman: ….

*next day*

roman: hey guess who i hooked up with last night?

patton: who?

roman: janus classy deceit!

logan:

patton:

virgil: what the hell?!

roman: you said fuck the da…

roman:

roman: you didn’t mean literally?

virgil: OBVIOUSLY

virgil: i failed my safety training test today

logan: how?

virgil: well one of the questions was “what steps do you take in the case of a fire?”

logan: and?

virgil: apparently “fucking large ones” isn’t an acceptable answer

janus, to roman: me? i’m the bees knees, but you, you’re just.. uh.

remus: cockroach ankles!

janus: yeah, cockroa- w h a t

patton: which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen or seven and five ARE thirteen?

logan: neither, because it’s twelve.

janus: two bros

virgil: chilling in a hot tub

janus: five feet apart cause we’re not gay

virgil:

janus:

virgil: *tearing up* what?!

janus: wait virgil no- it was a lie-

virgil: I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING

virgil: onion rings are vegetable donuts.

roman, used to virgil being dumb: Sure...

virgil: your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

roman: Okay?

virgil: lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

roman:

virgil: lobsters are mermaid scorpions

roman: jesus, that one is a little-

logan, interested: No, no, virgil, keep going.

[nanpierce]

1. 4 & 8 for Rhea

8,12,18 for Logan

7,23,30 for Nan

Rhea 1.) My first impression of them - This is my greatest shame.....when I first watched this show I was interested in another ship and did not pay a lot of attention to the Pierce girlies 😭😭😭 I was like "yay milfs!" and liked her well enough but that was about it. I started stanning her when someone cooler than me had my pfp at the time, so I decided to use a character I didn't think anyone else would have and I was like "how about that little blonde bitch from s2" and I quickly spiraled out of control from there. I went from being the fakest fan to being the realest one... the american dream.

4 & 8 Answered!

Logan 8.) My favorite outfit - these! But his DC suspenders and Austerlitz swim trunks also get me acting unwise

12.) Sexuality hc - bro thinks he's straight but has definitely done gay shit before....if he wasn't a repressed Catholic with 8 decades of trauma in the way I'd call him bi.

18.) How do you think they were as a kid - I think Logan used to be a very sweet, gentle, and protective boy... He admired his older brother (even though he bullied him a little, in the way older brothers do), and picked up his birdwatching hobby so they could do it together. His baby sister was his whole heart, and he wanted very much to make the hard and cruel world around them good for her. He was protective of his siblings, and a part of him was glad that he was picked out as the weak dog, because that meant they were spared that fate. When Rose died, that little boy did too.

Nan 7.) A quote of theirs that I remember - WELL as her number one fan I know all of her lines, BUT "band-width" and "horse potatoes" are always bopping around in my brain like the DVD logo on the screensaver.

23.) Future headcanon - well I can tell ya her ass is NOT retiring with that $10B! 😂😂😂 In my ideal timeline, PGM picks back up with all the election drama, so she doesn't mind keeping it around awhile, and she hires Gerri as CEO. With encouragement from Frank, she takes Rhea back, and eventually marries her 🥰

30.) The funniest scene they had - she's always hilarious but it's gotta be her pretending she made dinner 😭 followed closely by "what comes after 9" though!

[bloodyquillink-blog]

Sugar and Lemon, Chapter 3 “Talk About Talking”

A/N🪶: Enjoy!

Warnings: Military inaccuracies, hand-to-hand combat described quite shittily

Word Count: 2.2K

“So you have a crush?” Keegan inquired with what seemed to be amusement in his voice.

“It’s ‘supposedly’ not a crush.” Kick answered, air quotes audible in his voice.

“Are you looking for a hookup?”

“Dude.” 

“No.” Logan mumbled.

“No shame in hookups.” Keegan pointed.

“Keegan-” Hesh nearly choked out.

“I mean just make sure you go to their place or have music playing.” Keegan, unfortunately, continued.

“Keegan.” Hesh warned.

“Look, I just don’t wanna hear anything that goes on while they’re-”

“Thank you, Keegan, for the concerns but I don’t think that’s the case.” Merrick interjected. “Point is, you want to see them again, Kick is curious, Keegan is concerned about things he doesn’t need to be concerned about and…” Merrick looked at Hesh to continue the conversation.

“I think you should go for it. Go see ‘em again. We’ll be there if you need us.” The reassurance was nice if not awkward and made Logan’s face red once again. He just nodded and stared down at his plate. Kick piped up again.

“I mean 3’s a crowd and 4’s a bit much so Keegan and I can come with and Cap and Hesh can stay-” Hesh stopped that thought.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“I’m sorry, weren’t you talking about stalking this person as you walked in here?”

“We were talking about ways I could help him. Way to gaslight, David.”

“Following a person home is not helpful.”

“It’s not following a person home, it’s…” David raised a brow as Kick thought, “...Learning more about a civilian without their awareness.” The group shared a chuckle. “Alright, fine, we’ll be there as long as you want us there, Logan.” Kick yielded, comfortingly so.

“Thank you.” Logan rasped, he cleared his throat again.

“You getting sick, kid?” Keegan asked.

“No, just tired…” Kick nudged his foot against Logan’s. “...I had another nightmare.” Kick nudged him again, “And panic attack.” 

Logan described the nightmare, but the team already knew what he had seen. It wasn’t the first time he had such a dream. He had talked about it before in and out of therapy. Regardless, hearing it each time made the men ache as though their own hearts were trying to force themselves out to protect the nearly broken Ghost. They weren’t unfamiliar with the guilt that came with being unable to save a teammate, especially someone they were all close to.

Logan kept talking about how, when his panic attack was over, he stepped outside and Kick stayed with him. Merrick subtly nodded at Kick, a silent “thank you”.

“I feel better now, I just needed some time.”

“Maybe with a little company?” David suggested.

“Maybe.”

“You can come get us if you need someone. Right, guys?” The other three voiced their agreement.

“You know I’m awake whenever I shouldn’t be, so if you don’t wanna wake up these boys, I’m here.” Kick put his hand on Logan’s shoulder. Logan didn’t flinch this time. Whether he was just too tired to do so or appreciated the contact, Kick didn’t know. Either way, it was something to bring up to his therapist next time they passed one another. Maybe he could talk to the others about it too.

“Damn night owl. Do you ever sleep?” Merrick asked but he already knew the answer.

“If I take double the recommended dose of my sleep meds, yes, but you said that was ‘unsafe’ and ‘shouldn’t be necessary’.” Kick argued.

The two talked about his sleeping habits and eventually the Merrick’s. At one point, Keegan’s was brought up, but Keegan just remained silent and let the bickering drone on while the brothers watched. Logan handed his fruit cup to David and David exchanged his toast that seemed to always be burned, just the way Logan liked. The habit had been long standing since their shared childhood. Logan would give his fruit cups to David in exchange for some type of starch or carb like, usually burned, breakfast potatoes or toast. After joining the Ghosts, Keegan would just watch and make commentary on the “char”, as he called it. It was never exactly the same degree of scorch as the day prior but still had a toasted layer (or “ash”) on the surface. 

As the two continued bickering while the others watched, more of their brothers in arms filed in to get their food and sit amongst each other at the open tables. Keegan watched Logan carefully. Normally, he’d leave around now to avoid the growing noise and crowd. Yet he stayed. Logan noticed his staring and Keegan smiled. Not a smirk or any expression suggested something. Just a genuine smile. A proud one perhaps. 

Eventually, breakfast was over. Kick, David, Keegan and Logan went outside to exercise together amongst the recruits while Merrick stayed in to continue paperwork. Riley joined Logan and the others. Since his return from Rorke, Riley very rarely strayed from Logan despite technically belonging to Hesh. The group decided to go on a run together. At the beginning of his return, Logan could hardly run a mile, having lost much of his strength. When the team ran together, they slowed their pacing so as to not overwork Logan. After much physical therapy, as well as being cheered on by his new family, he was able to run longer distances while managing to stay ahead of the group. He may have nightmares but his determination remained strong as he did, with mild bumps in the road to full recovery. 

After about the usual 5 miles, they spent the rest of the day in the gym, working themselves and bringing on unnecessary but friendly competition. Rather than count each pull-up or bench press, Logan thought about you. The lighting in your cafe seemed to accentuate the warmth you displayed towards him and his awkwardness. You worked so hard, seemingly on your own, to make each customer happy. It looked like it worked too. You were so kind and non-judgemental, an ideal owner of a small business, or café rather. As nice as the thoughts were, negativity slowly seeped into his thoughts, it had begun to block the light his mind set you in. 

You, with your sweetness, would hate the blood on his hands.

If you saw the things he’s seen, the things he’s done…

How would he talk to you with the horrors that plagued his mind so often? Logan paused and shook his head. No. Not today, not with you. He’s not ruining the thought of you with his issues. You were someone good, someone positive. For fuck’s sake, he put you in his victory journal. That’s gotta mean something. Logan thought about what everyone had said when he talked about you. Maybe he should ask you out. Logan continued his workout. He felt like a damn high schooler again… and it felt good. Logan chewed on his lower lip as he attempted to fight the smile growing on his face. Footsteps gradually approached him.

“You know what it means when thinking about someone makes you smile?” David asked, a small grin on his face. Logan held the weighted barbell in the air, his eyes trained on his brother. “It means you should go see them again. Maybe you should keep seeing them.” Logan set the barbell back on the stand and sat up. “You do want to see them again, right?” 

“Well, yeah,” David sat beside Logan on the bench. “I just don’t know if they want to.”

“They do. You heard them yesterday, you know they want to. At least they’re open to seeing you again.” Logan rubbed his hands together, his calluses scratched against one another. “Thing is, you have to be the one to start this. I mean they’re stuck in a café that you can go to pretty much whenever and they know next to nothing about you.” Outside of their conversation, Kick and Keegan were sparring. From what it sounded like, no one was winning. David looked over at them and stood. “I know you can do it, Logan. I know they’ll want to have something with you, but you need to give them and yourself an opportunity.” With that, David bumped Logan’s shoulder with his fist and walked over to the mat where the pair continued to spar. Logan thought for a bit as he watched David cheering them on. It wasn’t clear who he was cheering for if not for both Kick and Keegan.

Logan thought hard. He had an opportunity. He always did, as long as the café was open. Logan pulled out his phone and looked at your website. He clicked and scrolled until he found the open and closing times. He might as well rip the bandaid off and just do it. Tomorrow was Saturday, so there shouldn't be much, if any, work for his colleagues to do. They were curious about you. Plus, it had been a bit since everyone last spent time together aside from meals and whatnot without the recruits. He stared at the picture of you that you had on your website. Logan scrolled up and copied the link to your website. He opened the groupchat the team shared and sent the link with a message:

“How’s Saturday for everyone?”

Logan put his phone away and walked over to the blue mat where the spar went on. David backed up as Logan stepped into the white circle that separated combat practice from outer activity and exercise. Keegan had pinned Kick down, arm held against his back as Kick continued to squirm in the hold.

“Joinin’ a little late, ki-” Keegan didn’t finish the sentence as Logan wrapped his arms around Keegan’s midsection and rolled to the side, freeing Kick. Logan and Keegan quickly stood up into defensive positions. One fist beside their chin, the other extended forward. Keegan rushed towards Logan, an attempt to throw off his balance by locking their legs and pulling Logan’s arm past his face. Logan was prepared, muscle memory of similar sparring sessions on his side. Logan let Keegan take his arm, taking the time to move his leg back before bringing it back to wrap around Keegan’s and pull Keegan forward, knocking his balance instead. Keegan ended up on one knee as Logan shifted his arm, still in Keegan’s grasp, using the grip to pull Keegan’s arm and trap his arm against his back and Logan moved behind Keegan, using his weight and Keegan’s to trap Keegan in the same hold he had Kick on the mat. He managed to grab Keegan’s other wrist and pinned that against his back as well. Logan pressed his weight down harder, a silent warning to Keegan. When Keegan tried forcing his legs backwards onto Logan, Logan shifted so one of his knees rested on the back of Keegan’s thigh and his balance was still solid. Keegan was effectively pinned. 

The two were barely panting. Kick walked around in front of Keegan.

“How’s it feel, tough guy?” Kick asked, smugly.

“Pretty relaxing actually, might have to do this more often if you can actually get me next time.” Sarcasm evident in Keegan’s tone.

“Yeah yeah, fuck off.” Logan got up, releasing Keegan as they bumped fists.

“Lotta improvement, kid, keep it up.” With that, the group wiped equipment down and left the gym, making room for other soldiers to train. 

~Small Time Skip~

The end of the day finally came. Logan laid back on his bed thinking about everything that happened that day. He’d already written a bit in his journal and was contemplating going to sleep early when his phone buzzed.

K. Russ: “Introducing us to your special someone already?”

Logan rolled his eyes.

Kick the Bucket: “im down”

Kick the Bucket: “as long as im not paying”

K. Russ: “Usually the man pays but seeing as we can’t use that rule, you get what you pay for. Have fun watching me eat.”

Kick the Bucket: “rude”

Kick the Bucket: “some gentleman you are”

K. Russ: “Are you crying yet?”

Kick sent a middle finger.

Kick the Bucket: “merrick wouldn’t treat me like this”

Captain Crunch: “I wouldn’t treat you at all.”

Captain Crunch: “I’ll join. Tomorrow at 1100. I’ve been in this office too damn long.”

David Dub: “Stretching your legs is good for you old man”

Captain Crunch: “I’m legally allowed to come into your room without permission. Watch it.”

David Dub: “Yessir”

Logan got a separate message from David.

David Dub: “Think I can make it out the window before Merrick catches me?”

Logan typed back.

Lincoln Logs: “Hm.”

David Dub: “Knock on his door, run back to my room, open the window, jump and run for it.”

Logan imagined the scene in his head.

Lincoln Logs: “You’ll make it out the window but Merrick will either close the window on you and lock you out of your room or follow you out the window and catch you.”

David Dub: “Another day maybe”

Lincoln Logs: “Maybe.”

David Dub: “Ok g’night”

Lincoln Logs: “Goodnight.”

Logan put his phone down and turned off the lamp. Sleep came easily after some breathing techniques. His mind too tired to rewind the nightmare that’s haunted him too many times over since his return. As tired as he was, he felt excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

[mrs-gucci]

Fic-or-Treat 2023 requesting guide

a few basics before we get into the meat and potatoes...

🎃 all requests during this event will include halloween and/or spooky themes to some degree. if your request doesn't include these things, it will automatically be deleted from my inbox.

🎃 my normal content restrictions (listed in my request faq) still apply for this event. any requests that don't adhere to my restrictions or the requirements of the event, it will automatically be deleted from my inbox.

alrighty, now onto the meat and potatoes.

for door fics...

characters:

flip zimmerman, clyde logan, kylo ren (AU's only), jacques le gris, charlie barber, and commander mills (AU's only).

spooky AU's:

historic (ex. medieval, victorian, salem witch trials), serial killer (can be masked, like a Ghostface-type character), pirate, priest, witch hunter, mob/mafia, hitman, harry potter/hogwarts, requester’s choice (not guaranteed to be accepted but I enjoy hearing new ideas).

length:

🕸️ both door fics will be 1k words minimum.

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what I'm looking for in a TRICK request:

this trick fic will be a darker, more horror/thriller-based piece.

the only requests I will take into consideration for the trick fic are those that include a spooky AU (listed above)

the only genres I will be accepting for the trick fics are: horror, thriller, suspense, spooky darkfic, supernatural and just creepy things in general. 

below is an example of the type of request I'll be looking for.

“serial killer!Kylo Ren has been collecting trophies for a long time, but now, he’s got his eyes set on the ultimate trophy: you.”

what I'm looking for in a TREAT request:

this treat fic will be more of what I do here on my blog normally, meaning stuff that's playful, lightly spooky smut & fluff.

the fic will be a more fun, light-hearted piece with little-to-no dark stuff in it. you do not have to include one of the spooky AU's in your treat request unless you'd like to do so.

below is an example of the type of request I'll be looking for.

"Charlie Barber invites you trick-or-treating with him and Henry. He gives you a little extra treat once he's asleep ;)"

for werewolf wednesday...

characters:

jacques le gris, flip zimmerman, clyde logan.

AU's:

historic (ex. medieval, victorian, salem witch trials), werewolf.

length & genre:

🕸️ all fics will be blurb-length pieces, meaning ~500-900 words a piece.

🕸️ all genres are fair game for werewolf wednesday (fluff, smut, horror, spooky, etc).

additional notes:

🐺 I only accept requests where the ADCU character is the werewolf, there will be no werewolf!reader fics.

🐺 I will not write A/B/O, however I will write ruts.

for spooky sunday...

characters:

same as the door fic character list.

spooky AU's:

historic (ex. medieval, victorian, salem witch trials), vampire, beast ("beauty and the beast"-type), devil/demon, dark/fallen angel, ghost (depends on the request), witch/sorcerer, serial killer (can be masked, like a Ghostface-type character), requester’s choice (not guaranteed to be accepted but I enjoy hearing new ideas).

length & genre:

🕸️ all fics will be blurb-length, meaning ~500-900 words a piece.

🕸️ all genres are fair game for spooky sunday (fluff, smut, horror, spooky, etc).

banner credit to @firefly-graphics

if you have any questions about requesting for this event, please don't hesitate to ask in either the comments on this post or via an ask in my inbox! I monitor both pretty consistently so you'll definitely get an answer from me in a timely manner.

>> to join the fic-or-treat taglist, you have to send a message to my inbox!! your username must be included in some form. I will not accept tag requests that don't come through my inbox. <<

[wolfiemcwolferson]

okay more questions bc i'm obsessed with you and, you said it, we're stuck for life. 4, 5 and 29 <33333333333333333

4: what mythical creature you think/believe is real?

I have a piece of Logan Lore for you. When I went to college the first time around (for all of one semester), I had like...three part time jobs and one of them was giving Bigfoot and Ghost tours in this little tiny tiny town and I'm convinced of the Bigfoot.

5: Favorite form of potato

Cannot answer. all potatoes are pure and lovely and should be celebrated. I have never ever met a potato I didn't like.

29: preferred pasta noodle?

Okay, I'll get pretentious and stupid, but it completely depends on the sauce and the dish BECAUSE pasta is a vessel to the other flavors of the dish.

BUT. One of my favorite favorite things in the world is handcut noodle with some garlic pasta sauce. It's the one thing that I can always make and always eat no matter how I'm feeling.

[gerec]

37, 38, and 49 - for the fic meme

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

I'm not sure why but not very many people read No Rest For The Weary, which is a (rare from me) post-Dark Phoenix canon compliant fic where Charles and Erik are living happily together in Genosha. I really enjoyed writing them in a mature, committed relationship, and showcasing how great and powerful they are when they use their powers together as a team. Perhaps it's because Logan is Charles' ex in the story and the plot is about his rescue, and readers misunderstand it as a love triangle. But really Logan is just the catalyst for dragging up everyone's excessive baggage and maybe giving them a chance to heal.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

Answered here!

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

Right so I literally have a dozen little snippets of different ideas where I'm writing to see if it will actually turn into a full fledged story and I started one the other day about Erik's time in the Pentagon. It reads like a character piece (which it's kind of meant to a little) except it's also dirtybadpornz lol:

They serve him a meal of creamy potato soup and breaded pork cutlet tonight, which Erik eats methodically with his plastic utensils, the tray perched on his lap. There’s also a slice of apple pie and tea to wash it all down, and he finishes all of it, unable to bear the thought of letting food go to waste. He’s spent enough long months and years going hungry not to appreciate every single bite, a full stomach more comforting than the actual taste of his meal.

And they help to break the monotony of each day spent in his cell, with nothing to do but read, meditate and exercise to keep his body in shape.

He knows that it’s Thursday, because he’s always served this particular menu on Thursdays, and that’s another thing to appreciate about the constancy of his routine. There are never any newspapers in his reading materials to mark the passage of time, and only the strict adherence to a schedule keeps Erik rooted in some semblance of reality and normalcy inside his concrete cell. In the beginning he had tried to keep track of the days passing by in his head, though he gave it up as weeks turned into months and then months turned into years.

(What he’s never given up hoping - even now, after everything – is that Charles might come for him some day.)

Thursday is also bath day and after dinner, Erik is escorted by two guards to another concrete room on the same level, where he’s given soap, shampoo and a plastic tub filled with warm water. They’re too afraid to afford him any privacy, and he has to complete his ablutions under two pairs of watchful eyes. Still, it’s not a new experience for Erik to be treated this way; his time in the camps have inured him to the constant scrutiny of suspicious armed guards.

He lays down on his thin mattress, under his thin sheet, and closes his eyes to another day.

[quigzahhutt]

feel free to pick one if you don't wanna answer all questions <3

what's your favourite comfort meal? how did you get into f1? any book recs? what's one teammate pairing (current and past drivers) you'd love to see, whether it's possible or not?

i lowkey totally forgot about this oopsy!

favorite comfort meal?:

my family is heavily southern so you have your typical meals, y'know grits, biscuits and gravy etc, but my absolute major comfort meal is ham and potato soup ... nothing hits quite as hard as curling up on the couch with a hot bowl of soup after a good cry y'know

how did you get into F1?:

my friend Michelle got me into it by sending me photos of each of the drivers and asking me to guess their names + rate them out of 10. then she proceeded to tell me the entirety of the brocedes lore and, well . I'm sure you can see that it worked😭😭

unfortunately I do not read very many books for enjoyment... fanfic is literally all I read aside from academic books

what's one teammate pairing (current and past drivers) you'd love to see?:

THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE. WDYM ONE? I am so indecisive, I will cry ... but I guess if I have to pick ONE? id really enjoy seeing Logan and Jenson together for Le Mans (or any endurance race, for that matter) just ... father and son ... and I would do ANYTHING to see Logan in Le Mans honestly ugh

anonymously ask anything you want to know about me :)

[naturecpw]

Ancient DNA Reveals The Surprisingly Complex Origin Story of Corn By Barbara Fraser  December 13, 2018 

Teosinte and maize look like very different plants, but it only took a few changes to teosinte's genes to get maize

In Mexico, corn tortillas rule the kitchen. After all, maize began evolving there from a grass called teosinte some 9,000 years ago, eventually becoming a staple consumed around the world.

But that spread presents a puzzle. In 5,300-year-old remains of maize from Mexico, genes from the wild relative show that the plant was still only partly domesticated. Yet archaeological evidence shows that a fully domesticated variety was being grown in South America more than 1,000 years before that.

“How can you have maize as part of a crop complex in South America when domestication isn’t even finished in Mexico?” asks Logan Kistler, curator of archaeobotany and archaeogenomics at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.

He and his colleagues now believe they have found the answer in the southwestern Amazon basin, where people apparently continued domesticating an early “proto-maize” from Mexico, as well as other key crops such as manioc, squash and sweet potatoes.

Their findings, published today in Science, show that crop evolution doesn’t necessarily follow a straight line from wild ancestor to domesticated plant.

Maize that humans were nurturing in Mexico probably continued to contain genes from its wild relative because it was cross-breeding with nearby teosinte plants, Kistler says. But when travelers carried some seeds to South America, where they were planted far from their place of origin, the influence of teosinte faded.

Origins of Corn, Chocolate

Not long ago, such a detailed look at crop evolution would have been unthinkable, but huge leaps in technology in the past decade have allowed researchers to read a plant’s history in its genome.

A similar investigation recently bared the ancient roots of Theobroma cacao, whose seeds are made into cocoa powder and chocolate. Although chocolate as a ritual drink is usually associated with Mexico’s Aztec culture, recent analysis of plant residue points to South America, specifically Ecuador, as the place where cacao originated.

That’s not surprising, says Sonia Zarrillo, a paleoethnobotanist at the University of British Columbia in Canada, because the upper part of the Amazon River watershed in Ecuador and Peru has the largest number of wild cacao species.

That diversity is usually an indicator of the place where a plant originated and where domestication began. Molecular genetic analysis allows scientists like Zarrillo to confirm that by examining ancient DNA in pollen, seeds, and plant residue such as starch grains and microscopic mineral structures called phytoliths gathered from cooking utensils at archaeological sites.

Just as maize traveled south with traders, humans probably carried cacao seeds north by boat or over land to Mexico, Zarrillo says.

South American Crops

Many well-known crops have their roots in the Amazon Basin, probably because of the tropical region’s great biological diversity. The area where the scientists pinpointed Amazonian maize domestication, in what is now northeastern Bolivia and southwestern Brazil, is especially rich because it is in an “ecotone boundary” — a transitional area between different ecosystems, says Yoshi Maezumi, a tropical paleoecologist at the University of the West Indies in Jamaica, who worked with Kistler on the maize study.

“It’s right on the border where you find the southern edge of the rainforest turning into savannah and grassland,” Maezumi says. “You have a mosaic of different types of landscapes and these areas are really rich for hunting, fishing and gathering.”

When maize arrived, inhabitants of that area were already cultivating rice and manioc, she says. They probably hunted in the nearby forest and fished in the rivers. Traveling by canoe along rivers and streams, they carried seeds and tubers to more distant villages, spreading the plants farther afield.

Corn’s Earliest Ancestor

By finding evidence of early maize domestication in the southwestern Amazon, scientists have solved one puzzle, but their findings raise new questions.

Kistler would like to work backward, using clues from ancient DNA to figure out what the earliest ancestors of modern corn looked like.

Maezumi hopes to explore how other tropical crops became domesticated, and what that can tell her about the people who cultivated them and environmental conditions at the time.

“What we’ve shown is that the process of domestication is more complicated than previously thought,” she says. “New (archaeological) sites are being discovered all the time. There’s so much new information coming out that’s changing the way we think about what humans were doing on the landscape and how they were using the land.”

Editor’s Note: In an earlier version of this story, a photo caption incorrectly stated the location of the University of Warwick, which is in the United Kingdom.

https://www.discovermagazine.com/planet-earth/ancient-dna-reveals-the-surprisingly-complex-origin-story-of-corn

[silverwarewolf]

hmmm maybe F2? :D

oh i don't even know how late I am. but of course! have some drawings!

I was in an octopath mood so here they are. beloveds. murder poncho, murder dancer, and murder doctor :D