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If you’re still taking requests for Logan fics I would love to read one about a reader who seems unassuming and weak but beats Logan in a sparring match. Maybe she’s a teacher and doesn’t necessarily participates in X-men missions but gets sucked into combat training and surprises Logan by pinning him. I am picturing this with Logan in X2.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨ don’t blink ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

🩰 A/N : loved this idea! I live for reader being confident in fics <3

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You weren’t an X-Men team member.

You taught Comparative Ethics and Tactical Strategy at the school—dressed in cardigans, drank tea with honey, and always left a peppermint on your desk for your students.

You weren’t flashy. You weren’t intimidating.

You weren’t supposed to be a threat.

But then again… no one had ever seen you fight.

Until today.

Logan rolled his shoulders as he stepped onto the mat, his usual scowl in place. “You sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?” he asked, brow raised. “You’re not exactly built for combat.”

You gave him a tight smile as you tugged off your sweater, revealing a fitted tank beneath.

“Good thing we’re not judging by size.”

A few students lingered around the training bay. Word had spread that you had gotten roped into a sparring demo after Beast bailed.

And Logan? He thought he was doing everyone a favor. Teach the dainty academic a lesson. Show the kids how real fighters move.

He didn’t know you’d trained with covert units before becoming a teacher.

Didn’t know you could read his footwork, predict his moves like chess pieces.

Didn’t know that beneath your soft smile was a steel edge.

The match began.

He lunged—too confident, too fast—and you pivoted, fluid as water. His claws weren’t out (thankfully), but he still swung with force. You blocked, swept his leg, and ducked under his arm all in one motion.

He grunted as he hit the mat. “The hell—?”

“Don’t blink, Logan,” you said sweetly, offering a hand to help him up. “You might miss something.”

He took it—and tried to twist into a grapple.

Big mistake.

You countered, twisted his wrist, and in three efficient steps, had him flat on his back with your knee pressed firmly to his chest. The wind left him in a shocked oof.

Silence from the observing students.

Then—“Holy crap,” someone whispered.

You leaned down just slightly, breath calm. “You telegraph your left hook. Might want to work on that.”

Logan stared up at you, chest rising beneath your knee, eyes narrowed—but not angry. No, he was… impressed.

And something else, too.

When you stood and offered your hand again, he took it with a low chuckle. “Alright, teach. Remind me not to piss you off.”

“Noted,” you said, brushing your hair back into place. “Same time next week?”

He smirked, rubbing his ribs. “You’re on.”

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Could you please please do sweetheart soc x Dallas where theyre dating and he has a soft spot for her?!! Love your account by the way!!

⋆˚࿔ playing dangerous ♡ ֺֺ

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You weren’t exactly the kind of girl people expected to see with someone like Dallas Winston.

With your pearl earrings, manicured nails, and light colored cardigans, you didn’t blend into his world—you stood out like a flower growing through a sidewalk crack. And yet, there you were, sitting cross-legged on the hood of Buck’s car in his front yard, pink bubblegum between your teeth and Dally’s leather jacket slung over your shoulders.

“You’re gonna catch a cold dressed like that,” Dallas muttered, lighting a cigarette as he leaned against the car beside you.

You tilted your head, flashing him a grin. “You gave me your jacket, remember?”

Dally grumbled something about how he should’ve kept it, but when you slipped your hand into his, his fingers curled around yours without hesitation. He always tried to act tough, but around you, the edges of his sharpness softened. Just a little.

He had a soft spot for you, and everyone knew it—even if he’d never admit it.

Once, Two-Bit teased him about it when you brought cookies to the Curtis house in a heart-patterned tin. “Dally’s got himself a real-life sweetheart,” he snickered, popping a cookie into his mouth. “What’s next? Matching sweaters?”

Dally rolled his eyes and muttered threats, but didn’t say a word when you placed a kiss on his cheek and wiped a crumb from his mouth with a napkin. His ears went pink, though. You noticed. You always noticed.

“Why me?” you asked him one evening, curled up in the backseat of his car under a blanket you kept there just for nights like this.

Dally glanced at you, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. “’Cause you’re real,” he said after a pause. “Ain’t a lotta real in my life.”

You didn’t say anything—just laid your head on his shoulder, your perfume lingering on his jacket, and felt his hand gently brush through your curls.

Hard and soft. Rough and sweet. Tough and tender. Leather and lace. The greaser and the Soc. But somehow, you made it make sense.

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giggled the whole time writing this 💌 xoxo

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୨ MAIN MASTERLISTS 💐 . . . ୧

THE OUTSIDERS . . . ♡

THE WALKING DEAD . . . ♡

SCREAM . . . ♡

X - MEN . . . ♡

GLADIATOR II . . . ♡

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES . . . ♡

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Outsiders masterlist 🔪 . . .

Ponyboy Curtis . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Sodapop Curtis . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Darrel Curtis . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Two-Bit Matthews . . . ♡

None yet, send in a request!

Johnny Cade . . . ♡ - prom night with Johnny

Dallas Winston . . . ♡ - moodboard

- Dallas with Bob’s sister

Steve Randle . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request! Cherry Valance . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

here’s the master list I will update for the outsiders anytime I write for any of these that I have listed, and only these characters! sorry if a fav of yours isn’t here 💌xoxo

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X-Men Masterlist ⭐️ . . .

Logan Howlett . . . ♡ - In the snow with Logan

Wade Wilson . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Jean Grey . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Ororo Munroe . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Scott Summers . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

here’s the master list I will update for x men anytime I write for any of these that I have listed, and only these characters! sorry if a fav of yours isn’t here 💌xoxo

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Gladiator ii Masterlist 🏛️ . . .

Lucius Verus . . . ♡ none yet, send in request!

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here’s the master list I will update for gladiator 2 anytime I write for any of these that I have listed, and only these characters! 💌xoxo

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Vampire Diaries masterlist 🎧 . . .

Stefan Salvatore . . . ♡

none yet, send in a request!

Damon Salvatore . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Elena Gilbert . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

here’s the master list I will update for the vampire diaries anytime I write for any of these that I have listed, and only these characters! sorry if a fav of yours isn’t here 💌xoxo

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twd masterlist 🧟‍♀️ . . .

Rick Grimes . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Daryl Dixon . . . ♡ - He finds you lost

Glenn Rhee . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Maggie Greene . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Rosita Espinosa . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Michonne Grimes . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

here’s the master list I will update for the walking dead anytime I write for any of these that I have listed, and only these characters! sorry if a fav of yours isn’t here 💌xoxo

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scream masterlist 🎸 . . .

Ethan Landry . . . ♡ - headcanons

Tara Carpenter . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Sam Carpenter . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Amber Freeman . . . ♡

none yet, send in a request!

Mindy Meeks-Martin . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Jill Roberts . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Charlie Walker . . . ♡ -headcanons

Billy Loomis . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Stu Macher . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

Mickey Alteiri . . . ♡ none yet, send in a request!

here’s the master list I will update for scream anytime I write for any of these that I have listed, and only these characters! sorry if a fav of yours isn’t here 💌xoxo

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could u do a prom pov?? like johnny cade and fem!reader are going to prom together

STOP THIS IS SO CUTEE

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Prom Song (Gone Wrong) ｡ﾟ ୨୧

The gym didn’t appear a gym anymore. The walls had been covered in glittery fabric and strung up what felt like a thousand fairy lights, each one twinkling like a little star, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. Balloons floated lazily along the floor, and the faint scent of punch and flowers hung in the air.

You smoothed your dress nervously, the silky material whispering against your skin, and took a deep breath. You were excited, sure, but you were also so, so nervous. Partly because it was prom — the big, perfect, once-in-a-lifetime kind of night — and partly because Johnny Cade was your date.

When you finally spotted him standing near the entrance, your heart just about stopped.

Johnny looked like he had walked right out of a dream. He wore a black suit that didn’t fit perfectly — the jacket was a little too big at the shoulders, and the tie was slightly crooked — but it was so Johnny that it made your chest ache. His dark hair was combed back, though a few stubborn strands still fell over his forehead, and he clutched a small bouquet of flowers like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to hold it.

He caught sight of you, and it was like time slowed down. His big brown eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing for a second like he couldn’t find the words.

“Wow…” he breathed, his voice so soft you barely heard it over the music. “You look… real pretty. Like an angel or somethin’.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, and you hurried toward him, giggling a little as you took the flowers from his hands. They were a little lopsided — some daisies, a rose or two, and a bunch of greenery that didn’t quite match — but they were perfect. Perfect because he had picked them out for you.

“You look handsome too, Johnny,” you said, your voice sweet and light, trying to settle the butterflies in your stomach.

He ducked his head shyly, kicking at the ground with the toe of his shoe. “Ain’t really used to all this fancy stuff,” he admitted.

You reached out and laced your fingers through his, squeezing gently. “Neither am I. But… we’re here together. That’s all that matters.”

Johnny smiled then — really smiled — and it felt like the whole room faded away until it was just the two of you.

The first dance was slow, and a little awkward at first. Johnny kept looking down at his feet, mumbling apologies every time he accidentally stepped on your toes. But you just laughed, clutching onto him tighter, swaying gently to the music. And little by little, he relaxed, resting his forehead lightly against yours, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist like he couldn’t believe you were actually real.

“You’re really somethin’ else,” he murmured, so close you could feel his breath against your skin.

The night melted into a soft blur of laughter and slow dances, of sneaking little bites of cake when no one was looking, of sitting on the bleachers and just talking when your feet got too sore to dance anymore. At one point, Johnny pulled a crumpled photo out of his jacket pocket — a cheap photo booth strip of the two of you making silly faces.

“I’m keepin’ this forever,” he said seriously, folding it back up like it was something precious. “Like… in my wallet and everythin’.”

The night ended with you slow-dancing in the parking lot under the stars, no music, no people — just you and Johnny and the cool spring breeze.

“You made tonight the best night of my life,” he whispered into your hair, his voice a little shaky.

You pulled back just enough to see him clearly, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “You made it mine too, Johnny.”

And when he leaned in, timid but sure, and kissed you — soft and slow like a promise — you knew this wasn’t just a prom night you’d remember. It was the start of something even sweeter.

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This was so much fun to write thank you for the request! I hoped this was what you had in mind 💌 xoxo

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BOB SHELDONS SISTER X DALLAS!!

I love this idea!! ofc ! 🍓

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⊹ ࣪𐙚꒰ Queen of Disaster ꒱｡⋆

- You were the “good” Soc girl on the surface — always perfectly dressed, hair done up with a ribbon, lip gloss always shining — but deep down, you craved a little chaos.

- Dally noticed you one night at Buck’s, standing out like a sore thumb in your pink cardigan and polished smile. He couldn’t believe a Soc chick was brave enough to step onto his side.

- At first, he just wanted to mess with you — call you names and ruffle your hair to get a rise out of you — but you never reacted the way he expected. You’d just smirk, tilt your head, and call him out right back.

- Secret late-night meetings by the lot — you in your big convertible, him hopping into the passenger seat like it was the most normal thing in the world.

- He loved seeing you in your prim little outfits while you climbed over fences or sat on the hood of his car, your white Keds getting dusty.

- You’d tease him about his rough hands and he’d roll his eyes, but secretly he thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever touched.

- Dally was insanely protective of you, but never in a sweet way — it was gruff, possessive. If a Soc guy so much as looked at you the wrong way, Dally was throwing punches.

- You loved painting your nails while sitting on his bed, half-listening to him talk about New York, and he’d pretend he wasn’t watching you out of the corner of his eye, very much fascinated.

- Bob would lose his mind if he found out — Dally loved that part too. . .

The night was heavy with heat and tension when you spotted him across the lot — Dallas Winston, all leather jacket and lazy smirk, lighting a cigarette like he had nothing to lose. You tapped your polished nails against the steering wheel of Bob’s shiny Mustang, a wicked little idea curling up inside you.

Before you could second-guess it, you were out of the car and crossing the cracked pavement in your white skirt and matching heels. You heard the rough laughter of his friends — Two-Bit whistling low, someone muttering something about “Blonde Chicks.”

Dally didn’t say anything at first. Just watched you with that cocky tilt of his head, cigarette dangling from his lips.

“You lost, sweetheart?” he drawled, voice dripping with mockery.

You smiled sweetly — a practiced smile — and plucked the cigarette right out of his mouth. “Maybe,” you said, holding it up between your fingers like it was a trophy. “Or maybe I’m just bored.”

The lot went silent. Even Dally seemed caught off guard for half a second before his mouth stretched into a dangerous grin.

“You’re Bob Sheldon’s kid sister, ain’t you?” he said, stepping closer, so close you could smell the leather and smoke on him.

You didn’t flinch. “Guess that makes me trouble.”

Dally leaned down, voice low. “Oh, you’re the kind of trouble I like.”

It started from there — whispered conversations in alleyways, stolen kisses in the backseat of your brother’s car. You’d show up to Greaser hangouts in pastel skirts and perfect hair, sitting on Dally’s lap while he ran his calloused hands along the hem of your dress like he couldn’t believe you were real.

He liked calling you “Sweetheart,” but not in a mocking way anymore — it sounded almost… tender, when he said it, though he’d rather die than admit it.

You were supposed to be enemies. But under the stars, with the city buzzing quietly around you, none of that mattered. It was just you and Dally, a girl in pearls and a boy in a leather jacket, daring the world to stop you.

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I can’t tell you how much I loved writing for this idea! Sorry it’s so short, I just write very little. But if you’d like this to be a series, I’d totally do it! Hope you enjoyed it 💌 xo

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give me requests pleaseee im sobbing and need to distract myself ♡

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“Dally and Johnny are alive and well!!” I scream as they drag me into a white padded room

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kissed by stardust

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More Dallas content? I’m not sure if you’ve made this but Dallas x Ballerina. He like has a crush on her (but totally won’t admit it) and he likes to watch her practice or smth idk

𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: im so sorry for how unmotivated ive been lately y'all. i swear im trying. but i love this sm <33

At first, dallas sweasrs to everyone that he doesn’t have a thing for you, even though he drags himself to every single one of your rehearsals just so that he can drive you home and make sure you get back safely. 

At first, he’ll act like ballet is boring, making it seem like he couldn’t care less. But deep down, he loves watching you dance, loves watching you move, and can never seem to get enough of it. 

He’ll lean against the windows or peer through the studio door, cigarette in hand, looking the most laid-back you’ve ever seen him. If anyone catches him, he claims he’s “Just killin’ time” and doesn’t admit that he’s only there to watch you.

If anyone were to make fun of you or mock you for your dancing, he’d knock them flat on their ass in seconds. He won't stand around and let others slander you when you’ve done nothing to provoke it. 

He’s got a terrible habit of smirking and teasing you about your tights, but truthfully, he just loves seeing you in them. He also keeps one of your ribbons in his jacket pockets, stating he “has no idea how it got there”. 

He’ll show up to every one of your performances; he might not stay right the way through, but he’ll still be waiting outside for you when you finish, full of dimmed-down praise that means just as much if he was worshipping the ground you walk on.

You were halfway through your routine, moving in perfect time to the music, when you felt eyes on you, burning, familiar, and enough to coax a smile out of you. 

You glanced over, eyes landing on none other than Dallas Winston standing by the door, leaning against the wall, cigarette unlit behind his ear, eyes fixed solely on you, watching the way you moved with such grace. 

His shoulders dropped when the music came to an end, fading out as you took your final position, waiting a few seconds before breaking away from the other dancers and crossing the room over to him, blowing a strand of hair from your face.

“You know, it’s kind of creepy to stare.” You tease and he smirks, shrugging.

“What can I say, sweetheart? You’re incredibly distracting in those tights.”

You felt your face heat up as his words washed over you and you found yourself leaning against him, revelling in the way his arm wound around your middle, pulling you close. The scent of cigarettes and leather enveloped you, contrasting with your perfume in a strangely intoxicating mix. 

“Seriously though. You look good out there. Real pretty.” His voice was gruff, barely above a whisper, almost as though he was afraid to speak them out loud. 

You smiled gently, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek as the music started up once more. 

“You’re sweeter than you think, Dal.” You giggle before running off to take your staring position once more. 

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I'm back cause I miss your writing ! if you want could you do some charlie walker bf headcanons or just anything you feel inspired to write abt him? xx

yes ofc! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing x

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Charlie Walker headcanons . . . ♡

- Before anything, he’s very much quietly obsessed. He’s not loud about it, but you’re basically his whole world. He memorizes your schedule without even meaning to.

- He’s a total film snob and tries to “educate” you with his favorite horror movies, but if you get even slightly scared, he’s immediately turning it off and switching to something soft and dumb. He’ll pretend to hate it, but he really enjoys it.

- He brings you coffee or snacks when you study, but pretends he “just happened to be in the area.” He is literally walking 20 minutes just to see you for five.

- Your makeup? Your outfit? Your perfume? He notices. All of it. Always. He might not say anything unless you ask, but if you do, he’ll go on a whole rambly tangent about how pretty you look.

- He’s a little jealous. Not in a toxic way, just in the “why did that guy look at you for 0.5 seconds too long” kind of way. He gets glum, then tries to act like he’s totally not jealous. (He is.)

- He gets extremely flushed out when you’re being openly affectionate in public. Holding his hand? Cool. Kissing his cheek? He’s red. Sitting next to him and playing with his hair? He’s malfunctioning.

- He lets you paint his nails. That’s it. Black, glitter, pink—he doesn’t care, as long as you’re the one doing it.

- He secretly keeps one of your lip glosses in his backpack. No reason. He just likes it. It smells like you.

- He gets nervous introducing you to his friends, but when they actually start talking to you and you know your stuff or show genuine interest, he’s practically glowing with pride.

- He writes scripts where the love interest is definitely based on you. You catch him once and he gets so defensive.

- “You’re the only person who’s ever really seen me,” he tells you one night during a sleepy, late-night conversation. And it’s true. He feels like you’re the one person who doesn’t see him as a background character.

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Thank you for reading! I hope this is what you had in mind and enjoyed xoxo💌

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Summary: You go out with Logan to the snow, but you don’t dress for it accordingly

Warnings: none 💌

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“you never listen to me,” Logan’s voice rings out in your ears. God, he was stating the obvious.

“I told you to wear good clothes or not go in at all,” he continues, and it brings a frown to your face.

“This is good clothes,” You utter back, though your voice is ultimately defeated as you shiver from the cold.

“You call a skirt good enough to go into snow?” He turns his head to look at you from where he was grabbing a towel. He’d sat you down on the bed, took off your tights and boots before he had gone into the bathroom for one.

“It felt warm before!”

“Do I gotta do all the thinking here, sweets? Do I?” There is no real harm in his tone, but it does make you feel smaller and smaller, your face warm with embarrassment. At least it was one way you were warming up. “Next time I tell you something, you listen to it.” He finishes, wrapping the towel around your shoulders. And all you can really do is nod. It’s visible to him you had registered choosing to be cute over being warm was a regret. And he gives out a sigh.

“It’s fine. Just cmere, can’t stay in the same clothes,” He gestures a hand, pulling you closer. He slides the towel down just a bit, his hand slipping down to the waistband of your skirt and pulling it down. The towel was still big enough to cover your lower half. He tells you to lift your arms up, and you do. He removes your sweater, throwing it into the pile of your other soft colored clothes. You do feel a tad warmer now, but still your hair is wet and your skin is quite reddened.

He gets up to grab a pair of sweats and socks from the drawer in front of your shared bed, their plain but you couldn’t care less right now.

He sits back down, his buffed arm coming up to grab both of your legs and sit them on his upper knee. He slowly fits the leg holes up and slides the sweats up before grabbing the pair of warm socks and gently slides them on your feet. God, you felt so much better.

“Feel better?” He asks. And you nod almost immediately. “Good.”

“This your lesson to listen to me about better clothes next time?” You sigh at his words.

“Yeah, m’ sorry.” You mumbled. And he doesn’t respond quite yet, sitting back on the bed on the headboard before gently pulling you closer to where your legs were on his lap again.

“Don’t be sorry.” He leans forward, a sneering kiss pressed to your red, shaky lips. Once he pulls away, you take the opportunity to wrap both your arms around his left, snuggling closer to him.

“I love you, Lo” you murmur against his burgundy sleeve.

“Love you too, Baby.” he responds airily, his free hand coming down to wrap around your lower thigh, his thumb caressing your tingled skin back and forth.

sorry that this was so short! was just a small idea that came to my head 💌xo