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⭐ 60 Fun Meet Cutes ⭐

1) A and B’s coffee orders are identical. Confusion (and promised calls) occur.

2) A always steals B’s parking spot and normally they wouldn't say anything but not today asshole!

3) A and B are seated next to each other at the singles table for a wedding.

4) B owns a bookshop and A really needs this book because their book club meeting is in two days.

5) A is a doctor/nurse treating B for an injury, but B won't stop flirting.

6) A pretends to be B’s significant other because they can tell that creep is bothering B.

7) They meet at the dog park and their dogs won't stop playing with one another.

8) They meet at the dog park and B’s dog won't stop following A’s!

9) They're both at a party and notice the other is sitting alone on the couch so we join.

10) They get volun-told to do a karaoke duet by their respective friend groups.

12) A and B’s families have been trying to set them up for years. They meet by accident.

13) A runs a stand at the local farmers market that B loves (the owner being cute and sweet is a major plus too).

14) They grab the same book at the library.

15) “You have the wrong number, but stay on!”

16) A and B have been set up on a blind date together. Neither one of them expect it to go well, given their mutual friend's track record.

17) A and B both want the last pack of cigarettes. It's not even for themselves, but they'll certainly argue about it.

18) "Hi, I'm pretty sure I saw you on a dating app and while I swiped right, you did not and wow you're beautiful in person."

19) A’s a tour guide for B, who is currently supervising a field trip of twenty seven year olds.

20) A is B’s least favorite author but they don't realize until halfway through their rant.

21) "Hey, my friend is into your friend. But they're too scared to make a move, can you help me get them together?"

22) They're at the grocery store and A can't reach the item on the top shelf, so B helps them.

23) “Hey, so I helped your grandparent cross the street and they insisted that I meet you, their grandchild.”

24) It's our high school reunion and I'm like eighty percent sure we were lab partners and you have no idea what I'm talking about.

25) A’s friends insisted on going to a strip club for a bachelor/bachelorette party and A is really enjoying their time talking to B, the hostess.

26) An unexpected torrential downpour happens and they end up taking shelter at the same place.

27) “I'm your neighbor and I swear to God, if you don't turn that music down-

28) They’re both PhD students and their dissertations contradict each other's and boy, are they going to have some intense eye contact about it.

29) B is A’s child's new teacher and their kid won't stop mentioning that their parent is single.

30 “I'm so sorry, but my friends won't stop bothering me until I get someone's number tonight, it doesn't have to be your real one, I'm just so tired of their shenanigans.”

31) A is the hot firefighter who visits B’s classroom to talk about safety.

32) A and B are paired up for a roller coaster and one of them needs to hold the other's hand to get through the ride.

33) “Look, your date may not want to dance with you, but I certainly will!”

34) They're both celebrities and their fans ship them so A and B do an interview together for our respective press tours.

35) They're both on the bus and A is reading the book B’s been wanting so badly and they gotta know if it's good or not because the waitlist at the library is ridiculous.

36) They're at an art museum and have wildly different interpretations of the same portrait.

37) It's been arranged by their families for A and B to marry as a peace treaty. When they meet for the first time, they see why their families fought so much!

38) "Do you mind if I sit here? There are no other seats available."

39) A doesn’t know why their friend's girlfriend invited me to their coworker's nephew's bar mitzvah but they have a stain from the chocolate fountain and B is an angel with their Tide to go stick.

40) “If you don't fix your collar/tie/hat, I will do it myself!”

41) “The food in your grocery store cart looks so good, what are you making?x

42) A sees B at the Renaissance Fair and is determined to give B a rose.

43) They're both at the eye doctor and can't figure out which glasses to buy.

44) They end up sitting next to each other in a movie theater during a horror movie, and cling to each other for moral support

45) A owns a flower shop andBl B just needs the courage to go inside and say hello.

46) B’s dog somehow got out and A find it. Yes, it's late at night but from B’s voice over the phone, A knows they need to return this dog STAT.

47) A has always signed up to bring the dessert for their work's potluck. Who does B think they are taking their slot?

48) A’s friends signed them up for a dating app and set them up on a date with B without A’s knowledge.

49) B’s running an adoption event and A doesn’t even like animals but my God, is B so damn cute with them.

50) They're spies who have to pretend to be a couple for an assignment.

51) They’re professors who teach the same course but disagree over teaching methods.

52) A is B’s friend's asshole boss and B is just trying to drop off C’s lunch without strangling A.

53) A’s a witch who run a shop. B barges in, asking about the best curse to give someone (without killing them of course).

54) A is a hairdresser at a fancy salon and B shouldn't be spending $150 on a haircut but they need to talk to A.

55) A is a personal trainer and B is their my client and A knows they need to keep it professional but it's really hard!

56) A is the photographer and B’s the caterer for the worst wedding ever.

57) It's the county Fair and A has lost their niece/nephew, so they ask B for help.

58) A is having a horrendous case of writer’s block, B works at the cafe A has been staying at for the past few days and is very concerned.

59) Hades and Persephone AU bc why not

60) A is a tattoo artist and it's B's first time getting a tattoo.

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bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

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We're just a couple of animals | Logan x afab!reader

Logan x pornstar!reader — him making you watch one of your films as he fucks you better than they ever could (read on AO3 here)

This happened because of this idea I had at 3am: "Logan x pornstar!reader — him making you watching your films as he fucks you better than they ever could" and this is what happened. This is only the second time I've written smut but I had fun writing this.

Honestly, this is just shameless smut and I'm not really sorry. Enjoy 😊

Minors do not interact!

Tags/warnings: sex (p in v), female/afab reader, anal sex, fingering, swearing, porn without plot, Dom/sub, Daddy Dom Logan, Explicit Sexual Content, Penis In Vagina Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Adult Content, Swearing/Explicit Language, Daddy Kink, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dirty Talk, Sex While Watching Porn

Logan had placed the laptop on the desk next to your bed. Angled perfectly so you could see yourself being fucked in the mirror opposite the bed at the same time as you watched yourself in one of Logan’s favourite videos of you.

It was an older video of you and two men, but Logan loved to watch you make a mess on screen as he fucked you. Reminding you that you might have sex for a living but no one could ever fuck you better than Logan could.

Your bedroom filled with the slapping of slick skin on skin. Exaggerated moans overshadowed by the moans, groans and grunts coming out of both yours and Logan’s mouths.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" Logan demand, not even sounding out of breath as you panted beneath him, gripping your hips so tight he’d leave bruises.

"You, daddy." You whined as Logan pounded into you from behind. Hips slapping against your ass. Your eyes filling with tears as Logan grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head backwards.

Hissing in your ear "That's right, you’re my pretty little whore. Aren’t you?" You nodded, whimpering as you felt another sharp tug on your hair. "Say it!" Logan growled.

"I'm a whore! I'm your whore, dadd-eeee!" You squealed as Logan smacked your ass as he hammered his cock inside your soaking wet cunt.

"Mmm. My pretty, fucking, whore making a mess all over my cock as she watches herself getting fucked by another man. But that doesn't matter does it? Does it?" He yelled, spanking your ass again making you cry out as tears started to fall down your cheeks. 

Shaking your head you whimpered out the words "I belong to you daddy! I'm yours. No one else's daddy!"

"Mmm. That's right, good girl. You know I like it when you cry baby." Wrapping your hair tightly around his hand Logan yanking your face up to his. Spitting into your open panting mouth and smiled. “Swallow.” He watched you as you swallowed his spit and stuck out your tongue to show him. "Hmm. Good girl. Such a dirty girl for me. My dirty" thrust "fucking" thrust "whore!" 

Laughing darkly, he turned your head back around, forcing you to look back at the screen. Your eyes drifting to the mirror as you watched him fucking you. "Watch this baby. This is one of my favourite parts." 

On the screen, there you were with one cock in your ass and another in your mouth. Trying to bounce on and suck the two cocks inside of you. Rubbing your wet pussy. The camera zoomed in and you watched as in seconds you squirted all over the camera.

Watching yourself you felt Logan stop and take his cock out from your pussy. Leaving you feeling empty. “Logan-”

Body jerking as something cold and wet dribbled on your asshole. Logan's finger moving to massage your puckered hole, teasing your hole with the tip of his index finger. "Good girl, such a good girl for me." He said as he thrust a finger inside your ass. 

Gasping you clenched your ass around Logan's thick finger as he readied your hole for his cock.

Adding more lube as be slide his finger in and out. In and out. Adding another, stretching you open, getting you ready for him to fuck your tight asshole.

In the mirror you could see Logan stroking his cock as he watched his fingers disappear into your tight hole. Shifting behind you, he removed his fingers, he lining up his cock with your asshole.

The two men on the screen groaning as they came on your body. Coving you in their cum.

“Mmmm. That’s right. Only I get to cum in these holes.” Giving your ass a light swat as you felt the tip of his cock rub against your hole.

“Yes, daddy. Only you.” You whimpered, wiggling your hips rubbing your bum on Logan’s dick.

You felt Logan begin to ease the head of his dick inside of your hole, the both of you gasping and groaning at the sensation as Logan pushed his way inch by thick inch inside of you.

You felt to so fucking good. So tight around Logan's cock.

He pulled back. Leaving only the tip of his dick inside you.

"Good girl. My good little whore." Slamming back inside of you in one brutal thrust. Logan didn’t allow you anytime to get used to just how full you felt before began a harsh, wild pace thrusting inside of you. His hips slapping against your ass as he thrust inside of you.

A broken scream escaping your lips. Tears beginning to fall down your face from the brutal pace of Logan’s thrusts. “Fuck!” you brokenly gasped.

"That's it, scream for me. Scream for me baby." He growled, his hands moving to your front gripping your beasts in a vice like grip pulling you up so your back pressed against his chest "I want you to touch that pussy. Rub that clit. That's it. Good slut. You're being so good for me. I want to see you squirt for me, baby? Do you think you can do that? Yes? That's a good girl. Rub that clit. I want to feel you cum as I fuck this tight, little, asshole."

The pressure in your belly building. A tight coil inside of your belly tightening. Tighter and tighter. And then… it snapped.

You come undone. Panting. Sweating. Tears streaming down your face. "Please daddy!" You begged "please, please, please!"

"Cum for me. Cum. Now. Cum for me." His deep voiced growled in your ear as he continued to pound inside of you. "I want to feel you cum for me. Milk this fat cock with your ass!"

Chanting a mix of "daddy" and "Logan" as you covered the mattress beneath you with your juices. Eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt Logan's cum paint your insides. 

Your body still pulled taunt as you gushed with Logan going still. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as his ragged, hot breath rushed along your skin.

Your fingers coming to a jerky stop as you couldn't take anymore. Body still twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You stayed there, panting, Logan's cock softening inside of you. His muscled arms wrapping your sweat covered body.

Lovingly Logan placed a kiss on you, collarbone and whispered against your skin "You did so good for me, baby." Another kiss placed on your neck "You are so perfect." on your jaw "Beautiful." your check "Amazing." the shell of your ear "Unbelievable." 

You moved one to cover his on your waist, rubbing the skin with your thumb in small circles, and the other reached up to card through Logan's dark hair. Lightly scratching at his scalp with your nails. "Thank you, daddy." You teased, you voice still uneven and your throat dry.

He chuckled against your ear "Anytime, princess."

"Logan?" You asked still lightly scratching at his scalp "I think I need a shower. But my legs feel like jelly."

"Mmm. How about I run us a bubble bath instead?" Logan asked, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You nodded, “That sounds lovely, Lo. But I don’t think I can walk right now. I think you fucked me so good my legs aren’t working.”

“Don’t worry, darling.” Logan said as he pulled out, quickly moving your body so he could carry you bridle style, standing up from the bed and carrying you to the bathroom. “I’ve got you.”

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She'll fuck me if I cook good enough I know it

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We're just a couple of animals | Logan x afab!reader

Logan x pornstar!reader — him making you watch one of your films as he fucks you better than they ever could (read on AO3 here)

This happened because of this idea I had at 3am: "Logan x pornstar!reader — him making you watching your films as he fucks you better than they ever could" and this is what happened. This is only the second time I've written smut but I had fun writing this.

Honestly, this is just shameless smut and I'm not really sorry. Enjoy 😊

Minors do not interact!

Tags/warnings: sex (p in v), female/afab reader, anal sex, fingering, swearing, porn without plot, Dom/sub, Daddy Dom Logan, Explicit Sexual Content, Penis In Vagina Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Adult Content, Swearing/Explicit Language, Daddy Kink, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dirty Talk, Sex While Watching Porn

Logan had placed the laptop on the desk next to your bed. Angled perfectly so you could see yourself being fucked in the mirror opposite the bed at the same time as you watched yourself in one of Logan’s favourite videos of you.

It was an older video of you and two men, but Logan loved to watch you make a mess on screen as he fucked you. Reminding you that you might have sex for a living but no one could ever fuck you better than Logan could.

Your bedroom filled with the slapping of slick skin on skin. Exaggerated moans overshadowed by the moans, groans and grunts coming out of both yours and Logan’s mouths.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" Logan demand, not even sounding out of breath as you panted beneath him, gripping your hips so tight he’d leave bruises.

"You, daddy." You whined as Logan pounded into you from behind. Hips slapping against your ass. Your eyes filling with tears as Logan grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head backwards.

Hissing in your ear "That's right, you’re my pretty little whore. Aren’t you?" You nodded, whimpering as you felt another sharp tug on your hair. "Say it!" Logan growled.

"I'm a whore! I'm your whore, dadd-eeee!" You squealed as Logan smacked your ass as he hammered his cock inside your soaking wet cunt.

"Mmm. My pretty, fucking, whore making a mess all over my cock as she watches herself getting fucked by another man. But that doesn't matter does it? Does it?" He yelled, spanking your ass again making you cry out as tears started to fall down your cheeks. 

Shaking your head you whimpered out the words "I belong to you daddy! I'm yours. No one else's daddy!"

"Mmm. That's right, good girl. You know I like it when you cry baby." Wrapping your hair tightly around his hand Logan yanking your face up to his. Spitting into your open panting mouth and smiled. “Swallow.” He watched you as you swallowed his spit and stuck out your tongue to show him. "Hmm. Good girl. Such a dirty girl for me. My dirty" thrust "fucking" thrust "whore!" 

Laughing darkly, he turned your head back around, forcing you to look back at the screen. Your eyes drifting to the mirror as you watched him fucking you. "Watch this baby. This is one of my favourite parts." 

On the screen, there you were with one cock in your ass and another in your mouth. Trying to bounce on and suck the two cocks inside of you. Rubbing your wet pussy. The camera zoomed in and you watched as in seconds you squirted all over the camera.

Watching yourself you felt Logan stop and take his cock out from your pussy. Leaving you feeling empty. “Logan-”

Body jerking as something cold and wet dribbled on your asshole. Logan's finger moving to massage your puckered hole, teasing your hole with the tip of his index finger. "Good girl, such a good girl for me." He said as he thrust a finger inside your ass. 

Gasping you clenched your ass around Logan's thick finger as he readied your hole for his cock.

Adding more lube as be slide his finger in and out. In and out. Adding another, stretching you open, getting you ready for him to fuck your tight asshole.

In the mirror you could see Logan stroking his cock as he watched his fingers disappear into your tight hole. Shifting behind you, he removed his fingers, he lining up his cock with your asshole.

The two men on the screen groaning as they came on your body. Coving you in their cum.

“Mmmm. That’s right. Only I get to cum in these holes.” Giving your ass a light swat as you felt the tip of his cock rub against your hole.

“Yes, daddy. Only you.” You whimpered, wiggling your hips rubbing your bum on Logan’s dick.

You felt Logan begin to ease the head of his dick inside of your hole, the both of you gasping and groaning at the sensation as Logan pushed his way inch by thick inch inside of you.

You felt to so fucking good. So tight around Logan's cock.

He pulled back. Leaving only the tip of his dick inside you.

"Good girl. My good little whore." Slamming back inside of you in one brutal thrust. Logan didn’t allow you anytime to get used to just how full you felt before began a harsh, wild pace thrusting inside of you. His hips slapping against your ass as he thrust inside of you.

A broken scream escaping your lips. Tears beginning to fall down your face from the brutal pace of Logan’s thrusts. “Fuck!” you brokenly gasped.

"That's it, scream for me. Scream for me baby." He growled, his hands moving to your front gripping your beasts in a vice like grip pulling you up so your back pressed against his chest "I want you to touch that pussy. Rub that clit. That's it. Good slut. You're being so good for me. I want to see you squirt for me, baby? Do you think you can do that? Yes? That's a good girl. Rub that clit. I want to feel you cum as I fuck this tight, little, asshole."

The pressure in your belly building. A tight coil inside of your belly tightening. Tighter and tighter. And then… it snapped.

You come undone. Panting. Sweating. Tears streaming down your face. "Please daddy!" You begged "please, please, please!"

"Cum for me. Cum. Now. Cum for me." His deep voiced growled in your ear as he continued to pound inside of you. "I want to feel you cum for me. Milk this fat cock with your ass!"

Chanting a mix of "daddy" and "Logan" as you covered the mattress beneath you with your juices. Eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt Logan's cum paint your insides. 

Your body still pulled taunt as you gushed with Logan going still. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as his ragged, hot breath rushed along your skin.

Your fingers coming to a jerky stop as you couldn't take anymore. Body still twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You stayed there, panting, Logan's cock softening inside of you. His muscled arms wrapping your sweat covered body.

Lovingly Logan placed a kiss on you, collarbone and whispered against your skin "You did so good for me, baby." Another kiss placed on your neck "You are so perfect." on your jaw "Beautiful." your check "Amazing." the shell of your ear "Unbelievable." 

You moved one to cover his on your waist, rubbing the skin with your thumb in small circles, and the other reached up to card through Logan's dark hair. Lightly scratching at his scalp with your nails. "Thank you, daddy." You teased, you voice still uneven and your throat dry.

He chuckled against your ear "Anytime, princess."

"Logan?" You asked still lightly scratching at his scalp "I think I need a shower. But my legs feel like jelly."

"Mmm. How about I run us a bubble bath instead?" Logan asked, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You nodded, “That sounds lovely, Lo. But I don’t think I can walk right now. I think you fucked me so good my legs aren’t working.”

“Don’t worry, darling.” Logan said as he pulled out, quickly moving your body so he could carry you bridle style, standing up from the bed and carrying you to the bathroom. “I’ve got you.”

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Halloween Movie Marathon | Logan Howlett x Reader

It's Spooky Season and one of the your favourite things to do is what some 'Halloween-y' movies. Once October 1st rolled around, the two of you made yourselves comfy on your couch as you loaded up the first film on your list. Popcorn, snacks, your favourite candy and Logan’s favourite beer on the coffee table in front of you. Each night Logan had thought that he’d bought enough popcorn, candy and beer but each night he was proven wrong. He was glad that it was only this month that he was buying so much popcorn, candy and beer otherwise he feared he’d go bankrupt.

Fluff/Fictober 2024 drabble | Pairing Logan Howlett (X-Men) x Reader (You)

Tags/Warnings: swearing, alcohol, establish relationship, domestic fluff, fluff without plot

the fic on AO3

Having been born in the early 1800s Logan had been around for the start of cinema. At first, he’d largely ignored it. There were more important things to be doing. It would probably die like most fads did. Except this one had stuck around.

He could still remember the first time he ever stepped foot inside of a movie theatre. The thrill of watching a movie for the very first time, in a room full of others experiencing the same life altering experience, was something he hoped he would never forget.

Logan had watched a lot of movies over the decades, and centuries, since then.

He’d seen the popularity of cinema and the wonder of TV grow and shift over time. Streaming services, however, still baffled him.

You’d tried to get him to use them a bit more but he still struggled using a phone to text let alone search for a film on a laptop or TV.

Whenever the two of you sat down to watch something on Netflix or Prime or Disney you were in charge of the remote. Otherwise, it was getting thrown at the wall.

Many any innocent remote had lost their lives in your efforts to get Logan used to them.

Eventually you’d had enough of having to buy new ones.

Logan had known that you’d want to watch some horror or ‘spooky’ movies on the lead up to Halloween, you’d mentioned it enough times over the past few weeks, but he hadn’t quite known just what he was getting into when he agreed to watch them with you.

You had a list. A list.

A list filled with horror, or “Halloween-y” as you put it, movies. Some of them Logan had heard of but there were others he didn’t have a clue about. (Honestly, it was nearly all of them he was just a little embarrassed to say anything.)

Once October 1st rolled around, the two of you made yourselves comfy on your couch as you loaded up the first film on your list. Popcorn, snacks, your favourite candy and Logan’s favourite beer on the coffee table in front of you.

Other night you would take one of the DVDs from the stack by the TV in your bedroom and popped into the DVD player you’d bought from a charity shop a year ago.

Every night the two of you watched one of the movies on your list. With a few extras thrown in; Logan had been relieved when you hadn’t been able to find all the Scooby Doo films online – there were only so many films he could watch with a cartoon dog in them.

The next day you came home with a stack of new Scooby Doo DVDs you’d found whilst out shopping.

Each night Logan had thought that the two of you had bought enough popcorn, candy and beer to last a week, but each night he was proven wrong. He was glad that it was only for this one month otherwise he feared he’d go bankrupt.

Until you briefly mentioned that you couldn’t wait to do this again in December. With all the many, many Christmas films you loved. Plus, all the Christmas treats you loved too.

Logan feared he’d need to get a loan to feed your sweet tooth.

The List:

Twilight

“Why the fuck are those vampires sparkly? And why the fuck are they in high school? Fucking weirdos.”

Beetlejuice

Logan had looked at you like you had three heads when you’d told him not to say it three times and then laughed like a maniac!

The Witch

“What like the Roald Dahl book?” Logan had asked, taking a swig of his beer. “No. But we should watch that too.”

Zombieland

Laughing Logan had said “Sounds like school on a Monday morning!”

Halloweentown

"Well, that was… a cute film?”

Jaws

Logan remembered watching that in the cinema. He was pretty sure he enjoyed it.

Split

"Do you think that the actor looks a bit like the Professor? Like a younger him I mean.” You asked around a mouthful of popcorn. Logan shrugged as he stole a handful of popcorn from the bowl in your lap. “Can’t say I see the resemblance.”

Carrie (the original)

“Did you know they used corn syrup for the pig’s blood?” Looking at you, one eyebrow raised, Logan asked “Do you want to make some and scare Scott with it?”

The Mummy

You’d told him that Brandon Fraser had been one of your first crushes. You’d had to tell Logan (multiple times) that you found him much sexier than Rick O’Connell. (You were only lying a little.)

Child’s Play

“This just reaffirms my belief that dolls are super creepy.” “You’re the one that wanted to watch this not me. But at least wasn’t a porcelain doll. Now, those are creepy as fuck.”

The Exorcist

Hugging a cushion to your chest as you peaked over it at the screen, Logan slowly creeped his hand up behind you before suddenly grabbing your shoulder.

Screaming you wacked him in the face with the cushion.

Alien

“First time I watched this I was shitting myself thinking the cat was going to die.”

Sweeney Todd

"Why are they singing? I thought that you said that this movie was about a guy that killed people and a woman that turned them into pies?” You rolled your eyes “Yes. But they’re singing about it.” “It seems stupid. Why would you sing about killing people instead of just killing them?” Pausing the film, you moved your head off of his shoulder and turned to him and said “Logan, please shut. It’s a musical, if you aren’t enjoying it go do something else.” “I never said that I wasn’t enjoying.” He grumbled as he pulled you back to him and pushed your head back down onto his shoulder. “It just seems a bit unrealistic is all.” “It’s a musical!”

The Addams Family

As you moved the kitchen around getting a bowl of popcorn ready, you sang the Addams Family theme tune loud and a little of key. As he watched you from where he sat on the couch, Logan grumbled to himself that “This had better not be another musical.”

Sleepy Hollow

Do you have a thing for Johnny Deep too?” “I’m surprised you know who that is, babe.”

What We Do in the Shadows

“That is the weirdest vampire film I’ve ever watched.” Logan had proclaimed, laughing, as the credits rolled.

Interview with the Vampire

“Y’know I didn’t know that they’d turned this book into a movie.” “Have you read it?” you asked still watching the screen. “Yeah, it was a’right.” “I had to study it in school. I remember getting to watch this during English, the class was divided by girls that had a crush on Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise.” “Yeah? Which side were you on?” “Antonia Banderas.” “Who?” “He plays Armand.” “Oh, right, yeah. He’s pretty hot.”

Midsommar

"That’s disgusting! Why did she put her pubes in his drink?!”

Death Becomes Her

"I don’t know who’s hotter Meryl Streep or Goldie Hawn.” “I keep forgetting that that’s Bruce Willis. He looks so different with hair.”

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island

“Scooby Doo? Really darling?” “You’re right.” You’d nodded solemnly “We should watch all the Scooby Doo movies. Especially the ones with Matthew Lillard in.”

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

“Another musical? Seriously, sweetheart?”

The Craft

“I’m pretty sure that in high school every girl wanted to be a witch after watching this film.”

Fear Street Part One 1994

Fear Street Part Two 1978

Fear Street Part Three 1666

“Don’t give me that look Logan, you can’t watch just one of these, you have to watch all three!”

The Haunted Mansion

"What are we watching tonight?" Logan asked as he moved around the couch, holding the pizza in one hand and a case of beer in the other. “The Haunted Mansion. The one with Eddie Murphy, of course.” Confused and frowning Logan asked “Eddie who?”

Scream

“The first time I watched this I had no idea who the killer was.” You said once the movie was finished “I was so surprised when it was revealed it was them two.” “Huh.” Logan said picking up the empty beer bottles on the coffee table. “I thought it was pretty obvious.” “Oh, shut up! Not all of us are hyper observant ex-super soldiers.”

Dark Shadows

“Did you watch the TV show when it came out in the 60s?” “I think I was too busy in Vietnam.” “…Oh. Right.”

Ghostbusters

“Who you gonna call?” you sang shouted in unison “GHOSTBUSTERS!”

Van Helsing

“You know the main actor looks a lot like you, babe.” You’d said holding up the DVD case to show him. “No, he doesn’t.”

Halloween

"This was the first horror I ever watched." you admitted.  "Yeah?" "Yeah. I refused to be in the house alone for a month." 

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Do you do request? If you do can you do x men on a board game night? (Before the games were banned 😭)

Absolutely! Here’s some pre-banned game night headcanons:

- Charles introduced the idea as a ‘team bonding’ activity. It’s now one of the biggest regrets of his life.

- Logan would argue with Scott about what game they were going to play every. single. time.

- When they played Monopoly, Morph would morph into the Monopoly Man every time someone passed ‘Go’, and they would enthusiastically shout “you have passed Go! Collect $200!”. It got very annoying very quickly.

- Later in the evening when board games got boring, Jubilee would hold Mario Kart competitions, in which someone had to race her and the winner would come away with a cash prize. She never lost, and this was how she earned all her money.

- It was not a Game Night if Remy didn’t blow something up. Charles kept having to order in more versions of the same game because Remy kept destroying vital pieces of the games so they couldn’t be played.

- Hank was always the banker in Monopoly.

- Rogue and Remy weren’t allowed to play UNO, because they always got in an argument. You know that audio on TikTok that goes like ‘you cheating son of a bitch, you’re meant to say UNO when you only got one card left’? Yeah that’s actually them.

- Jean has been known to use her mutation to cheat on several occasions. She’s moved mirrors to be positioned behind whoever was opposite her when playing card games, so that she could see what their cards were. She’s also used her psychic rapport with Scott to secretly team up with him when she shouldn’t.

- Kurt and Rogue would bring snacks as a peace offering, but everyone forgot about the food after an hour or so. Most Game Nights ended with Kurt and Rogue chilling on the sofa, sharing snacks and watching shit go down between the others.

- Ororo is actually a bit of a sore loser. She lost to Logan in a game of cards before and subsequently made it rain whenever he stepped foot outside for the following week.

- Pietro was banned from Game Night immediately

Let me know if you want more!

[sazwritesstuff]

guys... I found another man...

he's so babygirl

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Dad!Remy Lebeau : Part 2

Dad!Remy Lebeau who cries every time on his daughters first day of school. (even when they get to high school)

Dad!Remy Lebeau who took the girls to adopt their first cat's when they were in middle school.

Dad!Remy Lebeau who bakes with his kids at least twice a month but usually more.

Dad!Remy Lebeau who let's the girls eat raw cake batter even though Y/N yells at him not to. (they're probably eating the batter with raw eggs in it)

Dad!Remy Lebeau who makes his kids a fort to sleep in when it's raining outside and if it's a thunderstorm he sleeps in there with them. (his back doesn't appreciate it though)

Dad!Remy Lebeau who keeps every single father's day card he gets because each one is special. (he really just likes seeing the girls handwriting get better and better until their just making card themselves)

Dad!Remy Lebeau who loves taking the girls to their after-school activities and he stays the whole time. (he refuses to just drop his kids off)

Dad!Remy Lebeau who gets to experience carpooling and suddenly he has 5 toddler's that he's agreed to bring to ballet class along with his oldest daughter. (he's never doing it again)

Dad!Remy Lebeau who drives a minivan unless he's leaving for a mission.

Dad!Remy Lebeau who freaked out when he heard that his daughter had been exposed to lice at school. (she didn't have any but Remy was horrified at the thought)

Dad!Remy Lebeau who will love his family till the day he dies.

[sazwritesstuff]

Do you do request? If you do can you do x men on a board game night? (Before the games were banned 😭)

Absolutely! Here’s some pre-banned game night headcanons:

- Charles introduced the idea as a ‘team bonding’ activity. It’s now one of the biggest regrets of his life.

- Logan would argue with Scott about what game they were going to play every. single. time.

- When they played Monopoly, Morph would morph into the Monopoly Man every time someone passed ‘Go’, and they would enthusiastically shout “you have passed Go! Collect $200!”. It got very annoying very quickly.

- Later in the evening when board games got boring, Jubilee would hold Mario Kart competitions, in which someone had to race her and the winner would come away with a cash prize. She never lost, and this was how she earned all her money.

- It was not a Game Night if Remy didn’t blow something up. Charles kept having to order in more versions of the same game because Remy kept destroying vital pieces of the games so they couldn’t be played.

- Hank was always the banker in Monopoly.

- Rogue and Remy weren’t allowed to play UNO, because they always got in an argument. You know that audio on TikTok that goes like ‘you cheating son of a bitch, you’re meant to say UNO when you only got one card left’? Yeah that’s actually them.

- Jean has been known to use her mutation to cheat on several occasions. She’s moved mirrors to be positioned behind whoever was opposite her when playing card games, so that she could see what their cards were. She’s also used her psychic rapport with Scott to secretly team up with him when she shouldn’t.

- Kurt and Rogue would bring snacks as a peace offering, but everyone forgot about the food after an hour or so. Most Game Nights ended with Kurt and Rogue chilling on the sofa, sharing snacks and watching shit go down between the others.

- Ororo is actually a bit of a sore loser. She lost to Logan in a game of cards before and subsequently made it rain whenever he stepped foot outside for the following week.

- Pietro was banned from Game Night immediately

Let me know if you want more!

[sazwritesstuff]

𝗅𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉!

pairing : logan howlett x reader warnings : hurt / comfort, light angst, miscommunication, implied mutant reader, anxiety, happy ending, spoiler alert he’s not unsure i was struggling w a title 💔 wc : 1.4k

the mansion always felt like home, but lately, that warmth was amplified because of logan. you both had slipped into an easy rhythm, keeping your relationship hidden from the other x-men. it was comfortable - just the two of you stealing moments when no one was looking. it felt private, like something untouched by the chaos of the mansion. you cherished the secrecy, the way it allowed the connection between you and logan to grow without any external pressure.

you were in the kitchen, humming softly as you prepared some tea, when you heard bobby’s voice drifting in from the hallway. “hey, is it true? you and logan?” his question made you freeze.

you turned slowly, blinking at him. “what?”

“oh, man. didn’t think you’d keep something like that a secret. everyone knows by now,” bobby chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe. “jean heard from someone, and now it’s all over the place.”

your stomach dropped. “everyone?” you asked, feeling the anxiety creeping in. the very thing you had hoped to avoid was unraveling right in front of you.

“yep. you guys were cute sneaking around, though,” he said, not even noticing your discomfort.

after bobby left, you stood there, gripping the edge of the counter. everyone knew. it didn’t take long for the feeling of dread to settle deep in your chest. would logan be angry? embarrassed? he had always valued his privacy so much, and you hated the thought of the others invading that. the relationship had been something sacred, just for the two of you. now, it was out in the open.

the door to the kitchen swung open, and logan strode in, his expression tight. just seeing him made your chest tighten with nerves.

“you heard?” you asked quietly, not able to look him in the eye.

he grunted, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. “yeah, i heard.”

you tried to gauge his mood, but his face was unreadable. he popped the cap off the bottle and took a long drink, his jaw clenched.

“logan, i - ”

“why’d it have to get out?” he interrupted, voice gruff, his frustration clear. “we had somethin’ good. just us.”

the hurt hit you like a punch to the gut. so he was ashamed. your throat tightened, and you struggled to keep your emotions in check. “i didn’t say anything… bobby just told me jean heard, and now…”

logan paced the kitchen, the tension rolling off him in waves. he wasn’t even looking at you, which made it worse.

“everyone’s gonna be on my back now. won’t leave us alone.” his voice was low, but the anger was unmistakable.

you swallowed hard, your heart racing. “so… you didn’t want them to know about us? at all?” your voice came out shakier than you intended as you felt your vision blur, the lump in your throat growing.

logan finally looked at you, his brow furrowed. “it ain’t that, it’s - ” he stopped, running a hand through his hair. “dammit.”

but the damage was already done. your thoughts were spiraling, the weight of his words heavy on your chest. he’s ashamed of me, you thought, the anxiety creeping in fast. your fingers trembled slightly as you set down the mug you were holding. you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“right,” you muttered, turning away, not wanting him to see how hurt you were. “i get it.”

“wait - ”

but you were already out the door before he could finish. your vision blurred as you walked down the hall, feeling the eyes of a few passing students. you knew they’d probably already heard the rumors, whispering about how you’d somehow managed to get close to someone like logan.

your chest ached as the thought consumed you. maybe they’re right. you hadn’t even realised you’d made it to your room until you were pushing the door open, the quiet solitude of the space offering no comfort. you sat on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your breathing, but the feeling of being overwhelmed was closing in fast.

there was a knock on the door not long after, and you knew it was him. you stayed quiet, hoping he’d just go away, but instead, the door creaked open, and logan stepped inside.

“can we talk?” his voice was softer now, less angry.

you wiped at your eyes quickly, not wanting him to see that you’d been crying, but your voice betrayed you. “i don’t… i don’t really have anything to say.”

he sighed, walking over slowly. he sat down next to you on the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress. you kept your gaze focused on the floor, unwilling to look at him. the silence between you was heavy.

“why’d you run off like that?” he asked after a moment, his tone laced with confusion, but softer than before.

“why do you think?” you shot back, voice small. “you were pissed. because everyone found out about us.”

he frowned, glancing over at you. “i wasn’t pissed about that. not like you think, anyway.”

you didn’t respond, but the hurt was still etched into your expression.

logan ran a hand through his hair, looking like he was trying to find the right words. “look… ‘m not ashamed of us. not one damn bit. that’s not what this is about.”

the breath you were holding released slightly, but your mind still spun with doubt. “then why were you so angry?”

he sighed, leaning back on the bed, his shoulders tense. “because i finally had somethin’ that was just mine, ya know? just for me. and now it’s out there for everyone to poke at, to ask questions about.” he hesitated, his voice gruff but laced with vulnerability. “we had a good thing goin’. private. didn’t wanna lose that.”

the weight of his words settled in, but you still struggled to wrap your head around it. “so you’re… not upset that people know about us?”

he shook his head. “no, that’s not it. it’s just… i don’t like people buttin’ into my business. always been that way. but us? we’re good. i didn’t want this to make you think anythin’ different.”

you were quiet for a long moment, processing what he’d said. his frustration had nothing to do with being ashamed of you - it was about the loss of the privacy you both had come to value. the realization was slow, sinking in bit by bit, but when it finally hit, the tension you’d been carrying in your chest started to ease.

logan shifted next to you, glancing at you cautiously. “you still mad?”

you let out a breath, feeling some of the anxiety lifting. “i just thought… you didn’t want people to know about us because you were embarrassed. like… like i wasn’t good enough or something.”

his brow furrowed deeply. “what? that’s the last thing i’d ever think. you’re more than good enough, bub.” his voice softened even more. “you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”

the way he said it, so simple and direct, made your heart flutter. the worry that had been gnawing at you began to fade.

logan leaned closer, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “sorry if i made you feel like that. didn’t mean to.”

you felt yourself relax for the first time since everything had started unraveling earlier. “it’s okay,” you whispered, glancing up at him. “i just… i didn’t want you to be ashamed of me.”

“never,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours. “not for a damn second.”

his hand lingered against your cheek, and slowly, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. the gentleness of the gesture made something in you melt, and you found yourself leaning into him. the warmth of his presence, the solid weight of him next to you, was grounding in a way that eased the rest of the lingering anxiety.

he kissed you again, this time softly on your temple, then on your cheek, and again at the corner of your mouth. the tenderness in each kiss was almost overwhelming, a silent apology in every touch.

“you’re mine,” he murmured, his voice rough but full of affection. “and i ain’t lettin’ anyone make you feel less than that.”

you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. the worry that had felt all-consuming not too long ago seemed to dissolve under his touch.

“you’re not getting rid of me that easy,” you said quietly, teasing just a bit.

logan chuckled softly, pulling you closer, wrapping his arm around you with a possessive kind of protectiveness. “damn right i’m not.” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

and for the first time since the whole mess started, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

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“Jean is team mom” “Ororo is team mom” SILENCE. Enough of you reducing women to maternal archetypes because you can’t be bothered to explore deeper meanings to their character.

LOGAN is team mom.

“Logan, can you buy us—“ “no” (buys the thing anyway)

Is constantly scolding his kids students for putting themselves in danger

Plans fun activities (life threatening danger room drills)

Handles the rebellious phases. You think Scott has the mental strength to deal with the fury of a teenage girl who can throw fireworks when she’s mad? I think not.

Hank can barely convince Jubilee to do her homework. Charles mentally checked out a long time ago.

Takes Jubilee, Kitty and Laura shopping. If he doesn’t like something, he’ll give them the blankets ‘that’s cute. I wouldn’t buy it.’ In the world

“What do you think, I’m made of money? We’re getting milk and that’s it.” — leaves with half the store

Is the kid’s emergency contact AND attends everyone’s PTA meetings.

No, ELIZABETH, He won’t be staying up all night cooking vegan cupcakes for your precious angel. He’s gonna buy them like a normal person.

Mom Stare (tm) that can turn you to stone

Will assign kids chores, complain they don’t do it correctly, proceeds to do it himself, then says no one helps around.

“You’re EXACTLY like your father” “…Are you talking about Scott—“ “of course I’m talking about Scott!”

Kitty wants to learn how to drive. He’s holding that safety handle till his hands get purple. “Check the mirror CHECK THE MIRROR—“ “it’s CHECKED :(( “ “CHECK SOME MORE”

Laura is his baby. Holds her everywhere. Will talk about her 24/7.

“Logan, do you know Bobby’s birthday? I need it for—“ “June 28th, Tuesday, 10:34:03 AM, blood type A, his nurse’s name was Susan, —“

Is in charge of birthday cakes. No one else.

If the kids feel down, or need someone to talk to, he’s got a 6th sense for it. Knocks on their door, Leland’s against the frame with his arm crossed, ‘wanna talk about it’ on his face.

The most insane lore you’ve ever heard

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Halloween Movie Marathon | Logan Howlett x Reader

It's Spooky Season and one of the your favourite things to do is what some 'Halloween-y' movies. Once October 1st rolled around, the two of you made yourselves comfy on your couch as you loaded up the first film on your list. Popcorn, snacks, your favourite candy and Logan’s favourite beer on the coffee table in front of you. Each night Logan had thought that he’d bought enough popcorn, candy and beer but each night he was proven wrong. He was glad that it was only this month that he was buying so much popcorn, candy and beer otherwise he feared he’d go bankrupt.

Fluff/Fictober 2024 drabble | Pairing Logan Howlett (X-Men) x Reader (You)

Tags/Warnings: swearing, alcohol, establish relationship, domestic fluff, fluff without plot

the fic on AO3

Having been born in the early 1800s Logan had been around for the start of cinema. At first, he’d largely ignored it. There were more important things to be doing. It would probably die like most fads did. Except this one had stuck around.

He could still remember the first time he ever stepped foot inside of a movie theatre. The thrill of watching a movie for the very first time, in a room full of others experiencing the same life altering experience, was something he hoped he would never forget.

Logan had watched a lot of movies over the decades, and centuries, since then.

He’d seen the popularity of cinema and the wonder of TV grow and shift over time. Streaming services, however, still baffled him.

You’d tried to get him to use them a bit more but he still struggled using a phone to text let alone search for a film on a laptop or TV.

Whenever the two of you sat down to watch something on Netflix or Prime or Disney you were in charge of the remote. Otherwise, it was getting thrown at the wall.

Many any innocent remote had lost their lives in your efforts to get Logan used to them.

Eventually you’d had enough of having to buy new ones.

Logan had known that you’d want to watch some horror or ‘spooky’ movies on the lead up to Halloween, you’d mentioned it enough times over the past few weeks, but he hadn’t quite known just what he was getting into when he agreed to watch them with you.

You had a list. A list.

A list filled with horror, or “Halloween-y” as you put it, movies. Some of them Logan had heard of but there were others he didn’t have a clue about. (Honestly, it was nearly all of them he was just a little embarrassed to say anything.)

Once October 1st rolled around, the two of you made yourselves comfy on your couch as you loaded up the first film on your list. Popcorn, snacks, your favourite candy and Logan’s favourite beer on the coffee table in front of you.

Other night you would take one of the DVDs from the stack by the TV in your bedroom and popped into the DVD player you’d bought from a charity shop a year ago.

Every night the two of you watched one of the movies on your list. With a few extras thrown in; Logan had been relieved when you hadn’t been able to find all the Scooby Doo films online – there were only so many films he could watch with a cartoon dog in them.

The next day you came home with a stack of new Scooby Doo DVDs you’d found whilst out shopping.

Each night Logan had thought that the two of you had bought enough popcorn, candy and beer to last a week, but each night he was proven wrong. He was glad that it was only for this one month otherwise he feared he’d go bankrupt.

Until you briefly mentioned that you couldn’t wait to do this again in December. With all the many, many Christmas films you loved. Plus, all the Christmas treats you loved too.

Logan feared he’d need to get a loan to feed your sweet tooth.

The List:

Twilight

“Why the fuck are those vampires sparkly? And why the fuck are they in high school? Fucking weirdos.”

Beetlejuice

Logan had looked at you like you had three heads when you’d told him not to say it three times and then laughed like a maniac!

The Witch

“What like the Roald Dahl book?” Logan had asked, taking a swig of his beer. “No. But we should watch that too.”

Zombieland

Laughing Logan had said “Sounds like school on a Monday morning!”

Halloweentown

"Well, that was… a cute film?”

Jaws

Logan remembered watching that in the cinema. He was pretty sure he enjoyed it.

Split

"Do you think that the actor looks a bit like the Professor? Like a younger him I mean.” You asked around a mouthful of popcorn. Logan shrugged as he stole a handful of popcorn from the bowl in your lap. “Can’t say I see the resemblance.”

Carrie (the original)

“Did you know they used corn syrup for the pig’s blood?” Looking at you, one eyebrow raised, Logan asked “Do you want to make some and scare Scott with it?”

The Mummy

You’d told him that Brandon Fraser had been one of your first crushes. You’d had to tell Logan (multiple times) that you found him much sexier than Rick O’Connell. (You were only lying a little.)

Child’s Play

“This just reaffirms my belief that dolls are super creepy.” “You’re the one that wanted to watch this not me. But at least wasn’t a porcelain doll. Now, those are creepy as fuck.”

The Exorcist

Hugging a cushion to your chest as you peaked over it at the screen, Logan slowly creeped his hand up behind you before suddenly grabbing your shoulder.

Screaming you wacked him in the face with the cushion.

Alien

“First time I watched this I was shitting myself thinking the cat was going to die.”

Sweeney Todd

"Why are they singing? I thought that you said that this movie was about a guy that killed people and a woman that turned them into pies?” You rolled your eyes “Yes. But they’re singing about it.” “It seems stupid. Why would you sing about killing people instead of just killing them?” Pausing the film, you moved your head off of his shoulder and turned to him and said “Logan, please shut. It’s a musical, if you aren’t enjoying it go do something else.” “I never said that I wasn’t enjoying.” He grumbled as he pulled you back to him and pushed your head back down onto his shoulder. “It just seems a bit unrealistic is all.” “It’s a musical!”

The Addams Family

As you moved the kitchen around getting a bowl of popcorn ready, you sang the Addams Family theme tune loud and a little of key. As he watched you from where he sat on the couch, Logan grumbled to himself that “This had better not be another musical.”

Sleepy Hollow

Do you have a thing for Johnny Deep too?” “I’m surprised you know who that is, babe.”

What We Do in the Shadows

“That is the weirdest vampire film I’ve ever watched.” Logan had proclaimed, laughing, as the credits rolled.

Interview with the Vampire

“Y’know I didn’t know that they’d turned this book into a movie.” “Have you read it?” you asked still watching the screen. “Yeah, it was a’right.” “I had to study it in school. I remember getting to watch this during English, the class was divided by girls that had a crush on Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise.” “Yeah? Which side were you on?” “Antonia Banderas.” “Who?” “He plays Armand.” “Oh, right, yeah. He’s pretty hot.”

Midsommar

"That’s disgusting! Why did she put her pubes in his drink?!”

Death Becomes Her

"I don’t know who’s hotter Meryl Streep or Goldie Hawn.” “I keep forgetting that that’s Bruce Willis. He looks so different with hair.”

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island

“Scooby Doo? Really darling?” “You’re right.” You’d nodded solemnly “We should watch all the Scooby Doo movies. Especially the ones with Matthew Lillard in.”

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

“Another musical? Seriously, sweetheart?”

The Craft

“I’m pretty sure that in high school every girl wanted to be a witch after watching this film.”

Fear Street Part One 1994

Fear Street Part Two 1978

Fear Street Part Three 1666

“Don’t give me that look Logan, you can’t watch just one of these, you have to watch all three!”

The Haunted Mansion

"What are we watching tonight?" Logan asked as he moved around the couch, holding the pizza in one hand and a case of beer in the other. “The Haunted Mansion. The one with Eddie Murphy, of course.” Confused and frowning Logan asked “Eddie who?”

Scream

“The first time I watched this I had no idea who the killer was.” You said once the movie was finished “I was so surprised when it was revealed it was them two.” “Huh.” Logan said picking up the empty beer bottles on the coffee table. “I thought it was pretty obvious.” “Oh, shut up! Not all of us are hyper observant ex-super soldiers.”

Dark Shadows

“Did you watch the TV show when it came out in the 60s?” “I think I was too busy in Vietnam.” “…Oh. Right.”

Ghostbusters

“Who you gonna call?” you sang shouted in unison “GHOSTBUSTERS!”

Van Helsing

“You know the main actor looks a lot like you, babe.” You’d said holding up the DVD case to show him. “No, he doesn’t.”

Halloween

"This was the first horror I ever watched." you admitted.  "Yeah?" "Yeah. I refused to be in the house alone for a month." 

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Espresso | Part 1

Coffee Shop AU | Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Summary: You've been a barista at the same cafe for the past few years. You've gotten to know a far few regulars over those years, some you know by name and others you know only by their order. They make your job just a tiny bit more bearable. So when a new handsome regular begins to show up day after day you can't help but take notice.

Tags/warnings: Coffee Shop AU, barista reader, meet cute, swearing, soft Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool 3)

Posted on AO3 here

No one else liked doing the opening shift but you and Sandy. Everyone else complained about having to get up so early to open at 6.30 in the morning. You, on the other hand, preferred it because it meant you got to leave earlier. There was usually an hour, sometimes two, where there were no customers to deal with. Or only a handful of regulars that you had gotten to know over the past couple of years since you started working at the cafe.

Carrol always had a latte with two slices of brown toast, no butter. With a newspaper or a book. If there were no other customers, she’d happily tell you about her daughter and grandchildren.

Gareth always had a black coffee, in a takeaway cup, sitting with his two dogs near the front door.

Paul, a roofer, came in twice a day for an extra-hot mocha in a takeaway cup that he can sit outside with. Even when it’s raining.

There were a few more that came in throughout the day that you had yet to learn the names of. Most of them you liked but there were a few regulars that got n your tits. Usually because they had one of the most awkward bloody orders that they’d get during rushes and find something to complain about. Despite getting the exact same thing every time.

The regulars that you got during the opening shift tended to be pensioners or part of the “yummy mummy” club. Some faces you recognised more than others. But there were always new faces coming and going, some recognising you when you had no clue who they were.

It was one of those curses of hospitality. That and always being understaffed. Or underpaid. Forced to do way too many hours…

Honestly, it was kind of shit.

But there was a new regular that you had noticed that had started coming in everyday now, getting the same black coffee and just sitting in one of the armchairs by the window. Nothing remarkable about his order. Simple. Easy. You gotten in the habit of getting it ready for him as soon as you saw him in the queue.

He was a man of few words. Polite though. Never rude to you, Sandy or any of your other colleagues. But you had seen him tell a few not so nice customers (usually men, but there were the odd Karen mixed in there) to “go fuck yourself” followed by a few other choice words.

Most people tried to start a fight until they actually turned around and found an over six-foot tall older man with more muscles than most gym rats.

He had become a bit of a favourite of yours.

You’d managed to make him smile a few times and even get a few short laughs out of him.

He was tall, handsome, older than you (but that had never stopped you before), and you so desperately wanted to know his name!

Even if it was just to add fuel to your little fantasies about him. Like running you fingers through his thick brown hair and tugging at the little tufts of hair that remind you of cat ears. Or running your hands up and down those veiny, muscular arms. Or giving his plump rump a smack.

If you could climb that man like a tree, you would die happy.

But you didn’t want to do the classic write your name on his coffee cup with your number, which was practically impossible as he preferred to sit in with a mug, or write it down on a napkin that he’d surely lose.

You’d seen and read enough rom-coms to know that was a terrible idea. Plus, it felt a little cliche.

Simply just asking him for his name and number weren’t an option either.

One, you had never seen him actually using a phone so you had no idea if he even had one. Two, he looked as if he was old enough to be you father (again, not that that had ever stopped you before) and could easily be married or in a serious relationship. Three, your co-workers all already teased you about your preference for older men. Four… he made you nervous. So, so nervous.

He was ruggedly handsome. Tall. Muscular (you wanted to lick those veins you’d seen peeking out under his sleeves).

Today, he’d come in while you’d gone to get some more milk from the walk-in. Sandy had served him his usual, your eyes straying over to where he sat with his coffee by the window.

“I see the crush is still going strong.” Sandy joked as she tamped down the coffee grounds before slotting the portafilter into the machine.

“Shut up! I can’t help it if he’s hot.” Without glancing up you said as you knelt down to put the milk away in the service fridge.

Sandy laughed at your words. “Still haven’t ask for his number then, have you?”

Straightening you sighed, “No. I haven’t and I’m not going to.”

Sandy placed the cappuccino down in front of customer waiting “Here you go! Enjoy!” with a large false smile on her face. Turning back towards you as the customer walked away, she crossed her arms and leant back against the counter. “If he was my type I would totally go for it. But I don’t have daddy issues.”

“No, you just have mommy issues, Sands.”

“Yeah, and if a hot MILF walked in here, I would be all over her like a fly on shit.”

“You’re so gross.”

“So, I’ve been told. But people also tell me that I’m super sexy so it balances itself out.”

Shaking your head smiling at her you said “If you say so.”

“I do and I also say that you should go take to Mr Tall-Dark-and-Brooding and ask him for his number.” She said nodding over to the man in question.

When you glanced over you swore you saw him smirking and trying to hide it behind his coffee.

Fuck me sideways, you thought, he’s so hot! How is that legal!

Rolling your eyes you said the one phrase you knew would annoy Sandy enough to distract her “If you have time to lean, you have time to clean.”

“Oh, shut up!” she said throwing a damp cloth at you. Sending you both into giggles.

“But seriously we should both try and look busy, Jodie’s going to be in in the next ten minutes.”

“Oh, no, not Jodie!” Sandy whined “I thought she was only working at the weekend this week.”

“She swapped with Hannah.”

“Noooo!” she whined pouting “That’s it my day’s ruined now. Scratch that, my whole week’s been ruined.”

“I’m not happy about it either but-" you stopped. Noticing movement out of the corner of your eye. Turning you were half way through saying “Hi, what can I get you?” before you realised it was the man that you’d been talking about only a moment ago. The smile on your face turning genuine as you felt your cheeks heat.

“Hi.” He said, his voice a deep rumble. Is it normal to get turned on just from someone’s voice?

“Did you want a refill?” you asked, still smiling.

Shaking his head he placed his cup down on the counter. “I just wanted to bring this back and, ugh,” he placed a piece of paper down next to it “give you this. I’m Logan by the way.” He said smiling and winking at you as he turned and walked away.

Leaving you standing there dumbstruck.

Sandy picked up the piece of paper that Logan had put down and squealed. “Oh my god! It’s his phone number! I told you. I fucking told you!”

Snatching the scrap of paper out of her hand you looked down at the numbers he’d scrawled with his name ‘Logan Howlett.’ underneath. Patting your pockets you said “Shit! Where’s my phone? I should text him. Oh my god, what do I next text him. Wait will it seem too desperate if I text him straightaway?”

“No.” Sandy tilted her head in contemplation, “Well, maybe. But if he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t have given you his name now, would he?”

“But what if he doesn’t actually like me. What if he just felt he should because he overheard you earlier?”

“Y/n,” Sandy said placing her hands on your shoulders “Hot men don’t just go around handing their number and name out to any random person they come across. Stranger danger and all that. He’s obviously interested and decided to take a chance. Something that you need to do too. Now. Text the hot, sexy old man.”

Taking in a deep breath you nodded. “Okay, okay, yeah.” Pulling out your phone from your apron pocket you tapped Logan’s number into your phone and typed out a text. Trying not to over think it you pressed send.

Y/N: Hey Logan, this is sarah, you gave me your number in the café just now. I was wondering if you want to grab a drink sometime?

Three grey dots appeared. Vanished and quickly appeared again. You chewed on your fingernail as you watched the grey dots on the screen. No less than a minute later a message came through from Logan.

Logan: I’d love too. Are you free tonight?

You glanced up at Sandy “He wants to go out tonight.”

“Well, say yes! Get that DILF dick baby.”

“Sandy!”

“What are you two talking about?” Jodie’s nasally voiced asked as she joined you behind the counter, tying her apron around her waist “It doesn’t very work appropriate.”

“You’re not work appropriate.” Sandy muttered under her breath glaring at the woman.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing Jodie.” Sandy said moving from where she’d been standing next to you. “Can you go clear some tables for us?” she said handing her a tray.

Tuning the two of them out you turned your attention back to your phone.

Taking a deep breath, biting nervously at your thumb, you replied:

SARAH: I’m free tonight How about we meet at Malones at 6?

Logan: I’ll see you there beautiful 😉

You couldn’t wait.