echidnana · 1 year ago
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feels silly to need validation about this, but is it ok for us to be upset with the body's father for treating us like a young child? he told us what time to go to bed at tonight and what time we have to wake up at tomorrow (not because there's anything to do, just for no reason). and he's just been very rude and not treating us respectfully.
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moeitsu · 2 months ago
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Explaining the James Logan Howlett (Wolverine) Lore for the new fans :)
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I made this as a little cheat sheet for all the new Logan/Wolverine fans, in case you’ve never seen the movies or read the comics. Hopefully it’ll help with your fanfics and understanding his character better <3
Logan is my favorite of the Marvel superhero’s, and he and I go way back….so far back that my Dad dressed up as Wolverine and I as Rogue for Halloween in 2006. So he holds a very special place in my heart.
Lore - Part 2  Wolverine Comics
If you’ve seen X-men Origins: Wolverine, I hate to break it to you, but that backstory is not canon to the X-men universe. The later movies really screwed up the timeline. So the information here is strictly from the comics.
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Pre-Adamantium Binding:
His real name is James Howlett, ‘Logan’ is later used as an alias to distance himself from his past.
He was born sometime around 1880, in Alberta Canada.
He is the illegitimate son of Elizabeth Howlett and Thomas Logan. He grew up on the Howlett estate and believed John Howlett was his real father.
His mutant powers first appeared when he was a child. He has accelerated healing, heightened senses, and retractable bone claws.
The trigger was caused by Thomas Logan killing James Howlett. The overwhelming fear and anger made his power manifest, blinded with rage he kills Thomas.
As his biological father dies, he reveals to Logan that he is his true father. The event is deeply traumatizing, and Logan runs away from his family estate. His mother commits suicide shortly after.
Logan has a half brother known as Sabertooth (Victor Creed) who has similar powers to the Wolverine but is more ‘animalistic’
The details vary across the comics but the brothers are always seen as rivals. And often pitted against eachother.
Logan served in WWI, WWII, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War.
He also served in a Canadian military force known as ‘Department H’ that specialized in superhuman affairs. (This was after the experiment, I’ll go into more detail later)
Sometime before the Weapon X program: On Earth-616, Logan had a wife (Itsu) and son in Japan where he was training at the time. They were killed by the Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes)
Weapon X Program - Adamantium Binding:
The Weapon X program was run by multiple people working in secret for the Canadian government. Originally beginning in 1845, their goal was to experiment on mutants and create their own super-soldiers.
Logan was deceived and manipulated into undergoing the Weapon X experiment. He did not consent to being a test subject.
For some reason the X-Men Origins movie makes it out to be that Logan willingly chose to undergo this process, only to later reveal that he was tricked into doing so.
Before being captured, he was still struggling with his identity, he was close to 100 years old at the time. His life was filled with violence and loss. Making him physically and mentally vulnerable.
He was a prime target for exploitation.
Part of the experiment was to completely erase his memories and replace them with false ones. This allowed them complete control over him.
This also made it difficult for him to recall how he ended up in the program to begin with.
I repeat: they completely wiped his memory. His whole identity was gone.
100 years of memories were gone.
The bonding process turned his entire skeleton and bone claws into indestructible metal.
Due to his regenerative nature, Logan was not given anesthetic or put under for the procedure. It was excruciatingly painful.
Logan worked as a mercenary for private military contractors. He took on these assignments without fully understanding their implications because of his fragmented memory.
Sometime later he became a member of X-Force, a private military unit (affiliated with the CIA) that dealt with incredibly violent operations.
The purpose of the project was to create an unstoppable killing machine. With their end goal being to erase his humanity all together. However Logan’s mental fortitude allowed him to resist the conditioning and make his escape before it was too late.
After escaping, Logan developed a mistrust with authority. And just people in general. He felt deeply betrayed by the Weapon X program. And he struggles with the fear of being used as a weapon.
The escape and aftermath of Weapon X:
After everything Logan went through, the intense trauma and confusion significantly impacted his actions and mindset.
He was left with extreme psychological damage, and behaved more as an animal than a man for the first few years of his freedom. Living in the wilderness of Canada.
Quite literally a feral man. He lost touch of his humanity. Embracing his animalistic abilities, turning him into an apex predator.
Logan has the ability to enter something called “Beserker Rage” which he becomes entirely driven by animalistic instinct. Turning him into an unstoppable force and exerting himself for very long periods of time.
Think of when you see him running on all fours…
Over time, Logan began to regain bits and pieces of his humanity. He was later discovered by Heather and James MacDonald Hudson who took him in and helped him recover physically and mentally.
(Logan actually fell in love with Heather, and James became his best friend. They were the closest thing he had to a family)
After he recovered, he was recruited by the Canadian governments ‘Department H’. They were responsible for a lot of his training and became a key member in Canada’s superhero team: Alpha Flight.
This is where he took on the code name “Wolverine”
His time with Alpha Flight was short lived. And soon he was approached by Charles Xavier, who was looking for mutants to join his X-Men. He recognized Logan’s potential and offered him a place on the team as well as the promise to help him regain his memory.
Logan accepted, and his time with the X-Men marked a critical and significant moment in his life. Under Xavier’s guidance he was able to rebuild his identity and gradually piece together his past. All while fighting for the rights of mutants.
Being part of the X-Men gave him a sense of purpose and direction. Although his main goal had always been to uncover what he had lost, which was himself. He still struggles with trust and relationships, but eventually forms strong bonds with the other X-men.
His past with Weapon X still haunts him. And he has vivid and terrible nightmares about what he had done and what was done to him.
I won’t go into detail about his time with the X-men because that varies a lot across the comics. Just know that he had a love-hate relationship with them, but he ultimately loved them in the end.
Some sad facts about Logan that actually haunt me:
Logan has outlived everyone he ever loved. Family, friends, even his own children. He is so so so lonely.
Immense amount of survivors guilt. He feels unworthy of the life he continues to live.
He suffers from chronic nightmares. Often waking up in a violent and panicked state.
Deep-seated fear of abandonment that goes all the way back to his early childhood. He isolates himself to protect himself from more pain.
Tons of self-loathing. He believes himself to be nothing more than a killer. He thinks he is unworthy of love and happiness.
In the “Old Man Logan” storyline, he is tricked into killing the entire X-Men team. This event haunts him for the rest of his life.
Logan had a long, unrequited love for Jean Gray. He has watched her die multiple times, and each time a piece of him dies with her. On one occasion, he even had to kill her himself.
When he succumbs to “beserker rage” he loses control of himself. And the aftermath horrifies him. He is even afraid of himself at times and one of the reasons why he distances himself from others.
Some happy/soft facts to make up for everything you just read:
Logan is incredibly fatherly at times, often taking younger mutants under his protection and guidance. He becomes a mentor to them and looks out for their well-being.
In one of the comics he takes a young girl (Jubilee) to the mall and followers her around carrying her bags. He loves doting on her and I find it so adorable.
He also teaches another mutant named Kitty how to dance.
In one mission he is tasked with taking care of an infant, Hope. And he is incredibly gentle and tender with her. Cradling her in his arms and being fiercely protective.
He has a deep love and connection with animals. Especially ones that have been mistreated or misunderstood.
Caring for an injured wolf, he nurses it back to health and releases it back into nature.
He also adopts a stray, abused dog at one point.
In one of the timelines, he funded and ran the ‘Jean Gray School for Higher Learning’ He was the headmaster, and was dedicated to protecting and teaching young mutants.
In one scene he literally makes pancakes for all the students. I love him so much.
His relationship with Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner) is very brotherly. They share alot of respect and understanding for each other, and Nightcrawler often serves as Logan’s moral compass.
His happiest memories are when he was training in Japan. And he has a deep appreciation and admiration for the culture. Taking on the samurai code of honor, and respecting its discipline and humility.
His entire relationship with Laura Kinney (X-23). Essentially his daughter. Taking on a father-figure role for her.
In one of the comics he organizes a birthday party for her, knowing she never had one. He goes all out and it shows just how much he loves her.
Logan has a great sense of humor. Often dry and sardonic, he’s known for his quick wit and playful banter. Which adds a layer of warmth to his otherwise tough persona.
He is very fond of life’s simple pleasures. Which reflects his inner desire for peace and normalcy. He values the little things that make life enjoyable.
His numerous acts of kindness towards strangers. Logan is compassionate at heart.
He doesn’t comfort others with his words, but rather his presence. Logan has a very unique understanding of grief and tries to give others relief in knowing they aren’t alone.
WOW okay I wrote way too much. Tbh I actually cut a ton out of this but if anybody wants a part 2 I’d be happy to share more. Shoutout to my brother for helping me source all this with his comics lol.
If you read all this, you’re a real one. And I’m so glad we’re all witnessing the Logan Howlett Renaissance
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pastryfication · 4 months ago
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Hi, so I'm a one:one teacher and I have heavy anxiety (among other things) especially this year and I use colouring as a de stressing method? So I was wondering if maybe you could write something about going to a GP with boyfriend!Oscar and you're caught colouring in the garage (you only do it during red flags or delays or whatever; you're glued to the race at all other times) and you get widely criticised for that and Oscar (and Logan and Estie and Lewis -- bc I love them and want to be their friends) all defend you? Grazie!
thank u so much for this request!! i’ve tried to write it as well as possible, but i know everyone deals with their anxiety differently. i’ve based this slightly on the way my sister deals with hers (though she has adhd and ocd as well so it might be a bit different) to make it as realistic as possible 🫶🫶
colouring books | oscar piastri
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pairing: oscar piastri x anxious!reader
warnings: mentions of anxiety and toxic fans
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your anxiety had always been something you had to manage carefully. you loved your job, and you found immense joy in successfully handling the challenges it faced you with, but the pressure could be stressful and at times very overwhelming. to deal with it, you discovered a love for colouring. the simple act of filling pages with bright, intricate patterns helped mollify your mind and ease your stress. letting your brain focus on something else, something so simple yet calming, became your sanctuary.
your boyfriend had always been supportive of this method. he knew how much colouring helped you stay calm, and he admired the way you balanced your demanding job with your personal struggles and always found peace amidst your daily chaos.
today, you found yourself in the bustling paddock in the city of monaco. the excitement and energy were palpable, even more so than normal, and while you were thrilled to support oscar, the sheer intensity of the environment began to weigh on you.
you stuck close to oscar for as long as possible, your hand holding firmly onto his. it didn’t take long for him to notice your tension, and he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “remember, if it gets too much, you can always find a quiet corner in the garage,” he reminded you. “you don’t have to watch the entire race.”
“i want to watch the race. i’ll be fine.” you assured him, giving him a warm smile as he left you.
as the action began, you watched nervously from the team’s garage. the roar of engines and the frenetic activity around you was both exhilarating and overwhelming. you tried your very best to focus on the race, but your mind started to spiral. when a red flag halted the race due to a crash, the sudden surge of activity and concern as the garage filled with engineers, mechanics and media personnel—all buzzing with tension and uncertainty—pushed your anxiety to its peak.
needing a moment to yourself, you found a quiet corner of the garage and pulled out your colouring book and pencils. the familiar motions soothed your nerves, gradually calming your mind.
lost in your activity, you didn’t notice the curious glances from some of the team members and fans who had found their way into the garage.
“is she seriously colouring right now?” one fan muttered.
“does she not care about what’s happening?” another scoffed.
“some support she offers . . . oscar deserves a better wag.” came a third opinion.
their criticism stung, each word amplifying your anxiety, but you forced yourself to shrug it off. they didn’t know you. they had no right to comment.
it didn’t take long before oscar entered the garage, the red flag lasting longer than expected.
he immediately noticed you huddled in the corner, trying to hide your distress. without hesitation, he walked over and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, thump moving back and forth on your skin to comfort you.
“hey, what’s going on?” he asked, concern evident in his eyes.
you explained in a hushed voice, looking down at your lap. “some people are upset that i’m colouring. they think it’s unfair to you.”
oscar’s expression hardened. “i’m gonna go talk to them.” he decided.
“no, osc, it doesn’t matter.” you tried to calm him. “i’m used to it.”
your words didn’t help in the slightest, only working to make his frown deeper. he stood up, moving to address the group of fans standing outside with a firm voice. “excuse me, everyone. i would appreciate you not talking badly about my girlfriend. she’s not being a bad support; she’s taking care of her mental health. if anyone has a problem with that, they can come talk to me.”
the room fell silent, a few people looking away sheepishly as they halfheartedly apologised.
you looked down at your lap, slightly embarrassed, but you also couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling your heart swell at the actions of your boyfriend. looking pleased with himself, oscar turned back to you, giving you a sweet kiss that made your heart flutter.
later that day, when you where laying next to oscar in the hotel bed, both scrolling through your phone before going to sleep, oscar turned to you with a smile on his face.
“have you seen the way the other drivers stood up for you as well?” he asked. “some fan apparently filmed the whole thing and it was shown to some of them.”
“really?” you asked, excited at the prospect of the other drivers standing up for you.
oscar only handed you his phone in answer, the screen open on a twitter thread.
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urdreamydoodles · 1 month ago
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im assuming you're taking requests, so I will bring you Scott, Logan, Jean, Ororo, Charales, Erik with a young kid reader who has a very power mutation and is an omega level mutant, and is now at the mansion because they parents didn't want them
X-Men x Kid!Reader
Their relationship with you—a omega-level mutant
After being abandoned by your parents due to your dangerous omega-level mutation, you arrive at the Xavier Institute, where a X-Man take you under their wing. They help you navigate the overwhelming potential of your powers, becoming mentors and parental figures as they guide you toward self-acceptance and control.
Characters: Scott Summers, Logan Howlett, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr
Of course I take requests, don't hesitate to ask again love ♡ And thanks for the idea, I hadn't planned on writing for a Kid!Reader soon but you motivated me to do it. — Love, Marie, your friendly marvel fangirl
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Scott Summers (Cyclops)
When you first arrived at the mansion, Scott was the one who greeted you. As a leader, he had taken on the responsibility of welcoming new students, especially those who might be difficult to place. But when he learned that you, a young child, had been abandoned by your parents due to your dangerous mutation, something in him softened. He saw a reflection of his younger self in you—alone, scared, and confused about your powers. He was quiet at first, observing you as you sat in the mansion’s common room, staring out the window, your small form dwarfed by the large surroundings. You didn’t speak much either, afraid of being rejected again.
Scott had been through so much with his own powers, especially as someone whose mutation had caused harm in the past. He understood how overwhelming it could be, especially for a child. He approached you cautiously, always careful not to seem too intrusive. "Hey," he said softly, kneeling to be at eye level with you. "I know things are hard right now, but we’re here to help. You're safe here."
At first, you didn’t believe him. How could anyone help with something as destructive as your mutation? But Scott never pushed you, never forced you to talk about it until you were ready. Days turned into weeks, and little by little, Scott became the constant figure in your life. He would check on you every morning, sitting with you during meals when you felt too shy to sit with the other students. He’d take you to the Danger Room, not for training, but to show you that your powers didn’t define who you were.
As time passed, Scott began teaching you how to control your mutation, sharing his own struggles with his optic blasts and how Professor Xavier had helped him. He showed you that even though your mutation was powerful, it could be harnessed for good. The bond between the two of you grew, and Scott became a father figure in your life, guiding you through the complexities of being an omega-level mutant. Whenever you felt overwhelmed, Scott was always there, his calm and steady presence reassuring you that you were never alone.
The more time you spent together, the more you came to see Scott as not just a mentor but as someone who truly cared for you. He would bring you small gifts—a book he thought you’d like, or a new pair of shoes when he noticed yours were wearing out. He’d sit with you at night when nightmares of losing control over your powers haunted your sleep. Over time, Scott became the person you trusted most, the one who saw past your dangerous mutation and saw you as a person—someone worth loving and protecting.
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Logan Howlett (Wolverine)
Logan wasn’t known for being a nurturing figure, but when Charles asked him to keep an eye on you, he couldn’t say no. When you arrived at the mansion, a young kid with a mutation that even the other mutants found intimidating, Logan saw the fear in your eyes. It reminded him of his own past—how he’d been treated like a monster because of his powers. But he didn’t approach you immediately. He watched from a distance at first, letting you get comfortable in your new environment.
You were quiet, withdrawn, and understandably scared of hurting someone with your powers. Your parents had abandoned you, and that kind of rejection left deep scars. But Logan understood that. He knew what it was like to be rejected for something you couldn’t control. Slowly, he began to approach you, always in his gruff, no-nonsense way. "Kid," he’d say, catching your attention one afternoon while you sat alone in the garden. "You hungry? Come get something to eat."
At first, you were hesitant around him. Logan’s rough exterior and gruff voice made him seem intimidating, but over time, you began to realize that beneath all of that was someone who genuinely cared. He didn’t coddle you, didn’t treat you like you were fragile. Instead, he treated you like a person, not just a child. He would take you with him on walks through the woods surrounding the mansion, teaching you survival skills and how to listen to the world around you. Logan wasn’t the type to sit down and talk about feelings, but in his own way, he helped you understand that your mutation didn’t define you.
As your bond grew, Logan became more protective of you. He’d take you out to train, showing you how to defend yourself—not just with your powers, but with your fists. He wanted you to be strong, to not rely solely on your mutation. "There’s more to you than just that," he’d tell you, his tone gruff but kind. "You’ve got a brain, kid. Use it."
Logan was never one for emotional speeches, but his actions spoke louder than words. He’d be there when you had nightmares, sitting silently by your side until you fell back asleep. He made sure you had everything you needed, even if that meant going out in the middle of the night to get you something. Over time, you began to see Logan as a father figure, someone who, despite his rough edges, loved you in his own way. He was the one who taught you that you were more than just your powers, and for that, you loved him back.
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Jean Grey (Phoenix)
When Jean first saw you, she sensed the fear and confusion swirling around you like a storm. You were so young, yet your powers were immense, dangerous even, and you didn’t have the control to handle them yet. Jean understood what it was like to carry the weight of powers that felt too big for you. She’d been there once, and she knew how terrifying it could be. So, from the moment you stepped foot into the mansion, Jean made it her mission to help you.
Jean was gentle with you from the start, never pushing you to open up too soon. Instead, she made sure you knew she was always there, a comforting presence in the chaos of your new life. She’d sit with you during meals, smiling softly, encouraging you to try new foods or talk about your day. "You’re not alone in this," she’d say, her voice calm and reassuring. "We’ve all been where you are. It’s okay to be scared."
The first time your powers flared up, it was in the middle of the night. You had a nightmare, and your mutation spiraled out of control, shaking the entire mansion. Jean was there within seconds, her own powers calming the chaos around you. She sat beside you, her arms around your trembling form, whispering soothing words until the storm inside you calmed. "It’s okay," she’d murmur softly. "I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you."
Jean became the mother figure you had never known. She was patient, always understanding that your powers were tied to your emotions. She spent hours with you, teaching you how to meditate, how to center yourself, and how to control the overwhelming power you carried. She shared her own experiences with you, telling you about the times she had lost control of her abilities, and how she had learned to harness them with time and practice.
The more time you spent with Jean, the more you grew to trust her. She was the one you went to when you were scared, the one who held you when the weight of your mutation became too much. Jean was always there, offering comfort, guidance, and love. She never saw you as a danger, even when your powers flared up unexpectedly. Instead, she saw you as a young mutant who just needed a little help finding her way.
As your relationship deepened, Jean became more than just a mentor—she became the mother you had always needed. She was there for every milestone, every step of your journey to control your powers. And when you finally began to master them, it was Jean who stood beside you, her smile filled with pride and love. She had taken you under her wing, and in doing so, she had given you a family.
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Ororo Munroe (Storm)
When you first arrived at the Xavier Institute, Ororo Munroe was one of the first faces you saw. There was something about her calm and regal presence that made you feel a little less overwhelmed by your new surroundings. You were still so young, and with your mutation threatening to spiral out of control at any moment, you were terrified. Your parents had made it clear they couldn’t handle the dangers your powers presented, and now you were here—alone, confused, and unsure of what to expect.
Ororo approached you gently, her voice soft but strong. "Welcome," she said with a warm smile. "You’re safe here. We’ll figure this out together." She could sense your unease, the way your powers hummed beneath your skin, ready to burst forth at the slightest emotional trigger. Ororo understood what it was like to have powers connected so deeply to one’s emotions. Her ability to control the weather had once been wild and untamed, just like you.
At first, you were hesitant. You didn’t trust easily, not after the way your parents had reacted to your mutation. But Ororo didn’t push. She gave you space when you needed it, but was always there when you felt ready to open up. She took you under her wing, teaching you how to connect with nature, how to calm your mind and body to prevent your powers from overwhelming you.
She would take you out into the gardens, her favorite place at the mansion, and together you would sit in the grass, surrounded by flowers and trees. Ororo showed you how to focus on the wind, the rustle of the leaves, the soft patter of rain—small, natural things that helped you feel grounded. "Your powers don’t control you," she’d say with quiet conviction. "You control them."
As time passed, Ororo became a mother figure to you. She was always patient, always understanding. She taught you discipline and control, but more than that, she taught you self-acceptance. She helped you see that your mutation was a part of who you were, but it didn’t define you. Whenever you had a rough day, Ororo would be there, offering comforting words and reminding you that you were stronger than you thought.
The bond you developed with Ororo was unbreakable. She was there through every challenge, every triumph, and every setback. With her guidance, you grew stronger, not just in your abilities, but in your confidence. And no matter how many times you stumbled, Ororo was always there to lift you back up, her gentle smile reminding you that you were never alone.
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Charles Xavier (Professor X)
You hadn’t said much when you first arrived at the mansion, but Charles Xavier didn’t need words to understand the storm of emotions brewing inside you. The moment he saw you, he could sense your fear, your confusion, and the overwhelming power you were struggling to control. Your mutation was dangerous, unpredictable, and omega-level—something your parents couldn’t handle. They had sent you here, hoping Charles could help, but you felt abandoned, rejected.
Charles had seen it all before, in countless young mutants who had passed through the mansion’s doors. But something about your quiet demeanor, the way you held yourself as though you didn’t want to take up any space, tugged at his heart. He approached you with kindness, offering a gentle smile. "You’re not alone anymore," he said, his voice soft but reassuring. "This is your home now."
At first, you were skeptical. You had been told so many times that you were dangerous, that your mutation made you a threat. But Charles never treated you that way. He was patient, understanding, and always willing to listen. He never probed your mind without permission, respecting your boundaries even when he knew you were struggling.
He spent hours with you in his study, guiding you through meditation exercises, helping you learn to quiet the noise in your mind. "Your mutation is powerful," he’d tell you, "but it doesn’t have to define you. You are in control, not the other way around." His presence was calming, his belief in you unwavering. It was the first time in a long time that you felt like someone truly saw you—not as a threat, but as a person.
As the months passed, Charles became more than just a mentor to you. He was like a father, always there when you needed guidance or support. He encouraged you to push beyond your fears, to embrace your mutation as a part of who you were. With his help, you began to gain control over your powers, learning to harness them instead of being overwhelmed by them.
Charles never gave up on you, even on the days when you felt like giving up on yourself. He believed in you when no one else had, and that belief made all the difference. Over time, the bond between you grew stronger, and Charles became a pillar of strength in your life. You knew that no matter how difficult things got, he would always be there to guide you through it.
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Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)
When you were first brought to Erik Lehnsherr, you were terrified. Not just of your powers, but of him. You had heard stories—whispers about Magneto, the mutant who could control metal with just a flick of his hand, the one who had waged wars for mutantkind. But there was no one else who could understand what you were going through. Your mutation was out of control, destructive, and your parents had given up on you.
Erik didn’t approach you like the others at the mansion might have. He didn’t sugarcoat things or offer soothing words. Instead, he looked at you with a kind of intensity that made you feel like he was seeing straight through you. "You are powerful," he told you bluntly, his voice firm. "More powerful than you realize. And that power is something you must learn to control."
You weren’t sure what to make of him at first. He was intimidating, his presence almost overwhelming. But there was something in his words that resonated with you. He didn’t treat you like a fragile child. He didn’t look at you with fear or pity. Instead, he saw potential in you—potential that everyone else had overlooked.
Erik took you under his wing, and while his methods were harsh at times, they were effective. He pushed you harder than anyone else, refusing to let you be consumed by fear or self-doubt. "Fear is a weapon," he would say during training sessions. "And if you let it control you, you’ve already lost."
As the days turned into weeks, you began to see a different side of Erik. Beneath the hardened exterior, there was a deep well of care—especially for you. He had seen firsthand what it was like to be cast aside because of one’s powers, and he wasn’t going to let that happen to you. He believed in your strength, even when you didn’t, and he was determined to help you harness your abilities.
Erik was a complicated figure in your life. He wasn’t soft or gentle like the others, but he was there when you needed him most. He challenged you, pushed you to the brink, but always pulled you back when things became too much. And over time, you came to trust him, to see him as more than just a mentor. He was like a father to you, albeit one with a complicated history.
Under Erik’s guidance, you grew into your powers. He helped you understand that being powerful wasn’t something to fear—it was something to embrace. And though your relationship with him was often difficult, it was also one of the most important connections you had ever made. You knew that, despite everything, Erik cared for you in his own way. And that was enough.
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huggaboos · 29 days ago
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Deadpool's Grumpy Cub
( A grumpy little Logan is put down for a nap before dinner by the amazing Deadpool. Short-ish story )
A few weeks had gone by, and Wolverine had continued to visit Deadpool's place to regress whenever he felt stressed or overwhelmed after training at the X-men's mansion. Deadpool had taken on the role of his caregiver, taking great pride in his new responsibility... perhaps too well by Logan's standards.
They were currently hanging out in Wade's apartment, the sound of cartoons playing on the TV as he cooked dinner, pancakes, considering it was one of the few foods Logan would eat.
Wolverine, or rather little Logan, was in the middle of his regression, sitting on the floor with a pile of toys scattered around him. His eyes were wide with innocent awe as he played with a toy car. Deadpool glanced over at him with a fond smile, watching as the little mutant made engine noises with his mouth and occasionally became distracted by the bright, colorful cartoons on screen.
"Having fun there, little buddy?" Wade called out, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Logan looked up at him from his spot on the carpeted floor, a silly grin upon his face. "Vroom, vroom!" he exclaimed, making the toy car move faster against the floor.
Deadpool chuckled, setting down the spatula he was holding to walk over to Logan. "You're such a cute little kid, ya know that?" he teased, ruffling Logan's already tousled hair.
Logan made a small noise of protest, chewing on the wheel of his car. He seemed to relish the affection, his shoulders relaxing slightly under Wade's touch despite his frustrated expression.
"M' not a kid..." he muttered, his lower lip jutted out slightly in a childish pout.
Deadpool knelt down next to him, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Oh, really? Then what are you, huh? Must be a bear cub with all those little noises you're making." he teased, poking his side gently.
Logan swatted at his hand, but there was no real strength behind it, or claws thank the stars. He knew deep down that Wade was just playing with him, and honestly, he liked being taken care of.
"I'm... I'm an adult," he said stubbornly, crossing his arms in protest despite his behavior and the many toys scattered around him.
Deadpool chuckled again, amused by Logan's stubbornness even in his pouty, and adorable, regressed state. "Right, and I'm the Easter Bunny!" he joked while making a silly face, earning a disgruntled but slightly amused huff from Logan.
Deadpool smirked, seeing through Logan's tough facade instantly. "You're such a little pouty thing when you lose that adult ego of yours," he teased, pinching Wolverine's cheek affectionately as he plops down beside him on the floor.
Logan grumbled under his breath. Wade, being so caring and paternal, was making him feel so... whatever. He hated how Deadpool had the ability to make him feel so small, vulnerable, and definitely not loved and cared for.
"S-Shuddup..." he muttered, looking away to hide the fact that he didn't actually mind Deadpool's teasing.
Wade chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth as he watched Logan's embarrassed reaction. "Awww, no, no, that's not a very nice word, little cub. The big, bad Wolverine must be getting sleepy. I think somebody needs a nap before dinner."
Logan grumbles to himself, turning away, but the tired look in his eyes betrayed his true state. He was feeling sleepy and somewhat hungry, but he didn't want to give the infamous merc with a mouth the pleasure of being right.
"Don' need a nap..." he protested weakly, subconsciously leaning into Deadpool's side.
Wade chuckled, easily seeing through Logan's half-hearted protest. "Oh, yeah? You almost fell asleep in the pile of toys a minute ago," he pointed out, slowly standing up and gently guiding Logan into his arms.
"You need some shut-eye, and I know it. Can't have you falling face-first into your pancakes later, little Wolvie."
Wolverine opened his mouth to protest further, but a yawn escaped his lips instead. He quickly shut his mouth, his face flushing with embarrassment at the involuntary display of tiredness.
He hated to admit it, but his caregiver was right. He was feeling really sleepy, and the thought of taking a nap sounded more tempting by the second...
He grumbled under his breath again, a pout forming on his face. "Fine..." he muttered. "But I'm not a baby."
Wade smirked, fully aware that he had won this battle. "Alright, big guy," he joked, lifting Logan up from the floor and carrying him to the bed in the next room.
"Let's get you tucked in for a nap, yeah? Don't forget your favorite plushie."
With a small pout, Logan allows himself to be carried to the bedroom. Once placed on the bed, he reached out and grabbed a plush cat from the nearby pile of toys.
He held it close as Wade pulled the covers over him, a small feeling of comfort settling over him. Despite his earlier protest, he was secretly grateful for the care and attention he was receiving.
"Big boy, not liddle..." he mumbled once more, his speech already slurring with the onset of sleep.
Deadpool chuckled as he watched Wolverine cuddled up with his plushie, already half-asleep. "Of course, of course," he says softly while his tone remains affectionate.
He sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing Logan's back to help him fully relax. "You're just my big, tough guy who needs his nap, right?"
Wolverine hummed softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he snuggled further into the pillow. He wanted to protest once more, but his growing tiredness betrayed him. He muttered a barely audible response under his breath, something that sounded like, "Mm... mhm..."
Within a few minutes, the little mutant was fast asleep, clutching his plushie close to his chest.
Wade watched with a fond smile as Logan settled into peaceful sleep. He stayed by his side for a few moments, making sure his little guy is comfortable.
Once he was certain Logan was sound asleep, Deadpool got up and quietly left the room, shutting the door with a soft click.
Now, it was time to finish preparing dinner before his grumpy little baby boy woke up.
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snake-and-mouse · 9 months ago
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Regarding the issues surrounding the Kindergarten Mafia discord server, a large fandom server mostly dedicated to the kinnporsche fandom. It is an issue that encompasses multiple events and many other people have been hurt who I do not want to speak for, so this will not be the full picture, just a part of my part. If anyone reads this and has questions, they can reach out to me.
I am Will/Logan, also known as Sweet-William in fanfic circles, and I am not making this post because I have a vendetta, or to be malicious, as some of my previous actions have been called by the moderators of the server. I am making it because I have the right to speak on my experiences (as others I hope will speak up and share theirs, now that they know they are not alone), and because I want to warn people so what happened to me does not happen to them.
I am also making this post because @accal1a aka Hann the admin of the server has refused to delete content created by myself and many of my friends from the server, all of who left because they like me felt unsafe. The original request was sent by proxy as Hann has me blocked, and though they said they would unblock me so we could discuss it, they never did. As a writer I take it seriously when my work, and also details of my personal life, are taken. When I even offered to go through and delete it all myself if temporarily given access to the server, my messages were completely ignored.
The server is not a safe place for people of colour. It is not a place safe from racism, or xenophobia, and its leadership has historically been and continues to this day, to perpetuate racism in fandom spaces and shelter people who have hurt others with no real repercussions, accountability, or transparency.
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The original issue was the result of this conversation between myself and Rachael, one of the moderators. I earlier stepped into a conversation where several microaggressions occurred regarding native american culture. As a Native, it was my right to speak up.
After this conversation I was urged to bring the issue directly to Hann, and from there the issues spiralled out of control. Hann originally was very supportive, and we became what I thought to be close friends. They made many reassurances Rachael would be held accountable, and changes would be made to the server to make it a safer place for pocs.
Rachael was never actually held accountable. Even when it came to light she had messaged me to issue the warning while lying to the rest of the mod team that she had "checked in on me" to see if I was alright after the incident. This was not the only time she secretly issued warnings to people, usually to defend her friends.
She was "demoted" but in actuality, the entire mod team was restructured and she simply was not on the top rung. Over the next two months many things happened, most of which are not my story to tell, and then it came to light Rachael had even further lied and never issued any warning or otherwise spoke to the person originally being racist in a mod capacity, this person being her friend, and refused to show what messages she did actially send.
To avoid any punishment she tried to "step down" as a mod before a choice could be made. And this was allowed. She was allowed to step down and continue to be in the server with no one knowing the actual story or that she couldn't be trusted and had abused her position.
After an incredibly vague statement was posted by the mod team regarding Rachael no longer being a mod, I broke and posted the conversation publicly and laid out the actual events. This was met with an overwhelming negative backlash, where it became clear to me this was a community where I was not safe, and any poc speaking up and calling for accountability would be seen as malicious and rocking the boat unnecessarily, while the moderators just watched on in silence.
The few moderators who were advocating for the poc server members were promptly fired, and though at one point a timeline vaguely outlining the events was posted, it and all evidence of what happened to me has since been deleted. And while Rachael originally left saying I was obviously trying to run her off the server, she has already returned at the urging of Hann.
Protecting people of colour and standing up to racism and xenophobia was never a priority in the kingergarten mafia server. And now that Hann has escalated to stealing work from people of colour that they have absolutely no right to, I am speaking up.
Respect us, be an ally, or face the consequences of what your community looks like with us gone.
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thatawkwardmoth · 6 months ago
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Rachel Summers Childhood Headcanons
Scott used to have to stand over Rachel's crib and keep a hand on her stomach to keep her asleep. She was born premature (supposed to be due in the spring like Nathan) and got too used to falling asleep with one of her parents hands on her through the incubator. 
Rachel refused to smash her cake on her first birthday. She liked picking off the designs on it but when Bobby pushed her hand down so she could actually smash it, she started crying. Scott and Jean just let her eat her cake how she wanted. 
Used to purposefully leave out Legos so Logan stepped on them. Had the most beef with this man as a toddler just because. 
Was labeled a colicky baby by everyone else outside the mansion because of how fussy she was. Jean being a telepath figured out quickly that it was more sensory issues than just random crying. By the time she was a year old, she was no longer as fussy. 
Had an entire nursery for Rachel in the mansion that Scott and Jean never used once. Eventually it became her bedroom when she was a little older but for the first year of her life, she stayed in Scott and Jean's room. Both of them were constantly worried and the school was loud but the teacher's rooms were soundproof. Easier for them all the way around. 
Rachel's first cuss word was damn and Jean almost killed Logan over it until Bobby admitted it was him who taught her it. 
Rachel loved her universes version of Kurt when she was little and was offended when people would be scared of him. He'd make a game out of snapping his teeth at her to make her giggle, knowing he'd never actually hurt her. 
Hated having long hair, used to find any possible way to get her parents to cut her hair until she finally just admitted she hated her hair long. 
Looks exactly like Scott but with Jean's hair and eyes. So childhood pictures of Scott are only different from childhood pictures of Rachel by the hair color and the lack of a little brother. 
Alex might've fought with Scott almost every time he saw him, over whatever little thing, but he never yelled at Rachel and was often the one to spoil his niece rotten. He was a sucker for her from day one of Scott introducing them. 
Despite having an entire school ready and willing to babysit Rachel, Scott and Jean used to have her sitting in their classrooms while they taught.
As the only baby in the school for the longest time, Rachel ruled the school without knowing it. Everyone was looking out for her. 
Storm is her godmother and she took the job very seriously. Any issues Rachel had, Storm was there. Ororo enjoyed spending time with her niece and telling her stories of Africa and her journeys. 
Warren was her godfather and in her universe, before he died, she had a hefty fund set up for her to help her future. 
Scott, as much as he loves piloting, put off taking Rachel on a plane ride for so long. He was terrified of something happening to her or the plane, his childhood coming back to haunt him. But he over prepared like always and the flight was perfectly fine. It started Rachel's love for flying. 
The Phoenix Force is fiercely protective over it's child, something not even Jean thought would happen. But she could feel it, in the back of her mind whenever she was around Rachel, the overwhelming entity of cosmic energy and it's love for their child. 
Rachel enjoyed spending time with Rogue a lot as a child, purely because Rogue never touched her like the others did. She didn't have to dodge hair ruffles or pokes or hugs. She could just sit and read with Rogue or listen to the southern belle rant and rave about Remy while the tiny ginger giggled away. 
Always wanted a sibling but Scott and Jean were never really ready for a second kid. Whenever they thought it was time, something new was happening in the world, something against mutants. Rachel always felt sad about that, she wanted siblings like her parents had. 
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aew-kun-age-regression · 2 years ago
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Caregiver!Charles Xavier Headcannons
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A/N - No this was not requested but I wanted comfort from Charles
•Calls you Bunny, Little one, Darling, angel, sweetheart. (I feel like he would have a long list of nicknames that he uses.)
•As the headmaster of the academy he has rules, both you and Charles had sat down when you first opened up to him about your regression and made rules together on a coloured piece of card.
•If your a mutant in this situation he would make sure that you could control your ability and if you can't do that he would make sure that he can keep you and people around you safe.
•He trusts you greatly and is more than willing to be vulnerable around you, knowing it will show you that he feel safe around you as you should him.
•Charles is very particular about your safety, very few people are allowed to look after you without Charles there. I believe Charles would let Logan, mystique and potentially Erik (depending on his relationship with him at the time) look after you whilst he's not there.
•You and Peter became friends, Charles would supervise while the two of you hang out.
•Charles bought you a bunny plush (Like the one in the Moodboard I made)
•If you get overwhelmed easily, Charles knows how to help you. He has ear defenders on stand by for you.
•Honestly imagining having a movie night and pretty much everyone joining. Like everyone in the academy would gather round when is was time for a movie and would watch something.
•Charles would sometimes read you mind (mostly by accident) when it came to what movie you wanted to watch, due to you being too excited.)
•He gives the best hugs!! And he'd be amazing at comforting you in almost any situation.
•He wears jumpers that he know the fabric doesn't bother you for to allow himself to be as safe as a place for you.
•If you ever slipped during class I think Charles would have spoken with you before hand so you knew it was okay to slip and he'd catch you up on what you missed at another time.
•If there was a time that you couldn't slip he'd make it known and would allow you to slip at another time as soon as he could.
•Charles messing/playing with your hair or better worded Mystique basically telling him off for messing with your hair after she's just made it neat. 😂
•Overall Charles would be an amazing caregiver <3
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mamirhodessxox · 8 months ago
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Hey There Delilah (Part 8)
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Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader
(Delilah Jones)
Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)
Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Soft Sex.
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It was finally the end of summer, most of autumn was a breeze for everyone, Randy was still having issues with deciphering his emotions towards Mira in which that developed a drift between the pair causing Mira to get into a situation-ship with one of his fellow wrestlers Logan Paul, He was kind to her in general but he also wasn’t Randy. Kinsley was just settling into the apartment Lilah lived in & got used to the privacy & care she wasn’t used to receiving, Randy was still being difficult with communicating his emotions & became irritated Mira wouldn’t wait around but he also refused to fess up about the emotions he told Cody about.
Meanwhile Delilah was internally overwhelmed and overstimulated, A lot was happening in her life, she was engaged to Cody which she was more than happy to be, she was running a store that got more attention merely because Cody’s presence would be there, while planning a wedding with him at the same time. She also had to prepare for Kinsley’s first day back at school which was this morning. Delilah & Kinsley spent the night at Cody’s after going back to school shopping for the necessities.
Kinsley was upstairs getting her uniform on while Cody & Delilah paced past each other in the kitchen taking turns on 2 other things like Breakfast & packing Kinsleys lunch. At some point after switching counter to counter the two knocked into each other and Lilah held her head laughing a little bit along with her Fiancé who kissed her cheek “Your as fast as a mouse y’know that? You just scamper around the kitchen, I don’t think I can keep up sweetheart.” He teased before pushing Kinsleys lunch box into her backpack just as she came downstairs “Hey! You excited for your first day of school?” He questioned as she shrugged giving him & Lilah a good-morning hug “It’s the same boring school so not really.” Cody awkwardly smiled up at Delilah and nodded “Well aren’t you just a little shiny ol’ ball of joy.” He teased.
Delilah smiled and gave her a breakfast sandwich “Here you go Kins, I taught Cody how to make it just the way you like it.” her little sister smiled thanking them before eating her breakfast while Cody quickly put her hair into a braided bun which left Delilah a little curious on how he knew how to do such a thing until she realized last night after putting Kinsley to bed he was on youtube studying something that he thought was important “You learned that from youtube huh?” He looked over smiling “You can’t possibly think I was gonna let her go to school without some classy looking hair right?” She shrugged while letting him do his thing “All done. We should head out now before her attendance is already screwed.” Delilah had nodded in agreement while everyone hustled into the car & drove off to drop Kinsley off. Once they got to the school Cody noticed 2 familiar faces that he knows shouldn’t be there without his or Delilah’s permission “You’re kidding me.” Kinsley mumbled under her breath before Delilah had her wait in the car while Getting out & approaching her parents.
“You’re insufferable, really, You’re the most irritating people ever and a pain in the rear.” She told them while adjusting her pencil skirt while her heels clapped against the concrete when she started approaching them “Is that seriously what You’re wearing to a school Delilah? I thought I raised you better,” her mother commented on her choice of clothing which was a simple women’s White Button up with a black pencil skirt & High heels. Pretty appropriate if I do say so myself. “It’s literally business casual clothing you’re acting like I came to school in a damn romper.” Cody watched from the car rubbing his forehead sighing “It’s to tight on yo-“ she rolled her eyes & stood with her hands ontop of her hips letting no out a slight laugh about how stupid this entire situation is “I don’t know why I’m even entertaining this conversation right now. You guy’s aren’t supposed to be here or near Kinsley without my permission you know this. So turn around go into your car and leave. She doesn’t want to see you, that’s why I’m out here.” She got stern before her father caved in and turned around walking off while Cody quickly got out with Kinsley & walked her up towards the front crouching to her level “I’ll be at this exact spot to pick you up after school alright?” The little girl nodded before hugging him tightly along with her older sister.
After she made her way into the school Cody & Delilah got back in the car to go somewhere else for the day, He tapped his hand against her thigh to certain songs he liked or just did it because he felt like it and even ran his finger over the ring both of them picked out to solidify the engagement between them, He thought the ring they both picked suited her, But he also became curious on things like when she & Kinsley were going to move in. A lot of things ran through his mind but Delilah’s head was loud. She heard every single thought & worry that popped up all at once. Cody drove towards the store so Delilah could help Mira open it up and once that was finished Lilah went upstairs to her little apartment to change into more comfier clothes while Cody stood in the doorframe of her bedroom
“So, I’ve been thinking since we’re engaged and clearly getting married maybe we should start getting ready for you & Kinsley to move in? Not immediately but at some point before the year ends.” Lilah froze for a second and slowly became overwhelmed feeling as if things were moving far to fast for her own liking despite the fact that he was right, She was getting married to him soon & they needed to start moving in very soon. “Lilah?” He tried getting her attention but she was too zoned out before she nodded in a skippish way “I- Maybe- I haven’t really thought about it yet there’s just so much happening everything’s moving so fast!” She breathed out and brushed out her hair looking over at him “Delilah we need to start thinking about it.” She sighed nodding “I- I know! It’s just maybe we should just take things a little slow! Relax for a little bit!” She nervously suggested while he furrowed his brows, “Sweetheart we don’t necessarily have time for slow, we’re actively planning a wedding to get married soon you do understand that right?” Lilah nodded before lowering her head “I just feel a little overwhelmed and freaked! This is a really big step in life an-“
Cody sat next to her but she scooted away “I just need things to be At least a little slow paced so I can process.” He nodded in an understanding manner before she got up and rushed downstairs to handle things she needed to complete within the shop while Mira sat behind the register “How’s the Logan situation?” Lilah questioned while setting up a few bouquets that were ordered while Mira sighed sitting behind the register “I think he’s fun to mess around with, Randy’s being a pain in the ass still since August & now he’s pissed beca I’m in this weird situation with Logan but he won’t communicate his feelings sooo..” Lilah shrugged picking off a few thorns “It’s okay, Cody & I almost argued but it was dumb.” Mira’s ears perked up “Why’d you guy’s argue? You never argue.” Lilah turned around before wrapping up the flowers “Well it wasn’t necessarily an argument just a slight disagreement, he wants me & Kinsley to move in but I’m still just getting used to a lot of things like having Kinsley around full time, Planning a wedding & overall still overwhelmed over recent events, being engaged is exciting but overstimulating, just wanna take things slow y’know?.” Mira laughed “I get that, getting married is a big step in life, but I get his question, you do have to start considering moving in soon before you don’t have much time left.”
Delilah sighed nodding her head before leaning against the counter while Cody finally came downstairs & pressing a kiss on her temple & ran his hand down her back while Mira smiled a little bit before standing up “Lilah why don’t you & Cody go outside, walk around & I’ll take it from here alright?” Delilah looked over & nodded along with Cody before leaving the shop, it was silent for a little bit until Cody finally spoke up. “You know I don’t want to rush you right?” She looked up and nodded a little bit “I know.. I’m just really overwhelmed we just got Kinsley back & there’s school we need to worry about & A wedding to plan & I’m just worried my presence around you 24/7 in your home will be a burd-“ He shook his head in disagreement “Baby your already around me 24/7 if you were a burden which you aren’t I wouldn’t have randomly proposed to you completely unprepared, I want you to be around me 24/7 I want to be able to help you with Kinsley, I want to see your face every goddamn day for the rest of my existence on this planet Delilah.”
She smiled & held his face in her hands before pressing a kiss onto the tip of his nose “I love you.” He smiled back and pressed his lips against hers “I love you more Angel.” he pushed away any stray hairs before kissing the ring displayed on her finger “Your so beautiful.” She muttered out tracing her finger over any minute detail that was on his face, it was true, she thought he was one of the most beautiful men on earth, he really did live up to his “dashingness” even up to this day, everything about him was beautiful to her, His eyes, his nose, his lips, every. single. detail. She was madly in love with his flaws & beauty. He hummed kissing the palm of her free hand while chucking when she ran her finger down his nose “You hungry?” She shook her head “Not really no, just wanna do something.” Cody grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist before they kept walking around the pier “I know exactly what we could do.” Delilah raised an eyebrow before pinching his arm which made him laugh out “We should get Kinsley soon, it’s already 2:30” he pointed out while walking towards the parking lot that he usually put to his benefit, she nodded her head as her hands were intertwined with his before he stopped right at the door before grabbing her jaw very softly while giving her a kiss & lightly biting her bottom lip while his free hand gripped her hip before pulling away and holding the door open for her while she smiled in a flustered way & sat in the passenger seat while Cody got in and began driving to pick up Kinsley.
For the next few days when Cody & Lilah had free time they would lay in his bed doing a variety of things, showing each other something they found interesting or funny off of each others phone, have sex, Make out, Read a book together or nap & proceed to repeat that entire process every single day. Delilah knew Cody was her person, & Cody knew she was his person aswell, they fit together like a perfect puzzle piece, after a week since the minor disagreement between them Delilah finally moved in & organized her things, Cody helped Kinsley decorate her room & even pick out new things to put in there while Delilah would unpack her clothes and out them in a now shared closet with cody but in a way where one side consists of her belongings & the other his. Tonight was slightly special since they decided to gold a party to celebrate the engagement properly, Seth, Jey, Randy, Mira, Logan, Rhea, Becky were coming along. Delilah stayed in the kitchen making a few snacks before everyone got to the house while Cody stood in Kinsleys bedroom hanging some things up “See how refreshing it is to have a whole new vibe to your room now?” She smiled nodding before hugging him tightly “Thank you Cody, you’re the best.” He smiled and hugged her back until he heard commotion downstairs which was obviously Seth & Mira arriving, Seth went over to Delilah after not seeing her for awhile & hugged her “Congratulations you’re a more successful person at life than I am” he joked while Randy came in with liquor while Cody hustled downstairs kissing Lilah on the cheek & help set the table. Logan would stand in a corner with Mira while they talked with someone while Randy would stand across the house scoffing while Cody looked over “What’s up your ass?” Randy took a sip of beer he had in his hand “Mira is just being co-“ Delilah shook her head “Nobody in this house is being complicated Randy, You couldn’t confess your feelings to her and she didn’t feel like waiting for you, If you want her back go get her back. Stop standing against the wall and actually get her.” Lilah advised to Randy before turning into the kitchen to handle any stray appetizer dishes.
Delilah liked the Idea of having a happy ending to her fairytale, But her fairytale was far from over, she still had many things to accomplish, in-fact it was only the beginning of a new chapter in this fairytale of hers, especially now the two most important people in her life were no longer going to be in the picture for a very long time.
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part-time-zombie · 4 months ago
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Stay Before I Go
pairings: romantic prinxiety
summary: after sharing a lovely night together, roman is happy to enter romantic bliss with virgil. but are they on the same page?
tags/warnings: fluff, angst, miscommunication, yes they slept together, no i didnt write it out, its heavily implied but never directly stated, sorry i didnt feel like trying to write smut, it did happen just not onscreen, i didnt write anything beyond one kiss scene, logan and patton are here but not for very long, idiots in love
word count: 7103
a/n: I kinda went out of my comfort zone for this one but I think it turned out ok. It's not a smut fic at all, more than anything it just deals with the awkwardness and the "what now" that follows after.
Roman remembers it like it was yesterday. Alright, so technically it did happen yesterday, but the details were still fresh in his mind and will probably be all he thinks about for the rest of the month. It all happened so quickly, so unexpectedly, that for a moment he was convinced he had dreamt the whole thing up. He would have thought that was the case, were he not currently snuggled up to the very real proof of Virgil sleeping beside him.
Yesterday had felt like a blur. A frenzied, excited blur all thanks to an extremely successful date Thomas had just been on with Nico. It was romantic and sweet and oh, so perfect, and Roman had been buzzing from the enthusiasm all day. It seemed that he wasn’t the only one affected by an overwhelming surge of excitement, though, as Virgil was practically vibrating where he stood. At first, Roman almost worried he was suffering from a panic attack, but one look at his face quickly corrected him.
Virgil had a massive smile on his face, his eyeshadow a sparkly purple that shined so brightly in the light that it practically glowed against the faint blush on his cheeks.
He looked positively angelic, and Roman didn’t think twice before enthusiastically pulling him into an impromptu dance as the high from the days romantic success continued to rush through both of their veins, music filling the air with a snap of his fingers.
“Princey, what-“ Virgil started, tensing up and nearly pulling away at first. Nearly.
"Oh, humor me, will you? After a day like today, all I wanna do is dance right now!”
Virgil scoffed, though it was from playful amusement instead of exasperation. A definite improvement from how their conversations used to go. “Whatever, dork.”
Roman gave him a smile as he continued to spin them around the room, infinitely grateful that the others had decided not to show up today. They both had this wonderful moment all to themselves for now.
As the two continued to dance, Roman noticed how Virgil started to relax more and more. His movements became smoother and more natural, eventually dancing in sync with Roman on every beat. His smiles were frequent and genuine, even laughing slightly as Roman lifted him during the bridge of the song.
The sound of that sweet laughter and the sight of Virgil at such ease brought an overwhelming wave of emotion crashing down on Roman. He realized right then just how greatly he cared for Virgil, and how much he wanted to keep seeing him like this.
The song came to an end all too soon, with Roman twirling the two around during the final chorus and dipping Virgil on the last note, wishing this moment would last forever.
Virgil grinned up at him, chuckling lightly at their current position, and Roman allowed himself to act on one last surge of bravado before he’d have a chance to regret it.
He leaned forward and planted a quick kiss to Virgil's cheek before he could think twice.
Virgil froze, face open in shock as he started to go limp in Roman's arms.
Roman quickly pulled him back upright, the joy from earlier swiftly being replaced by doubt and worry. Did he go too far?
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just… “ He started, trailing off as his words failed him. Wow, he really messed this up. What must Virgil think of him now?
“Do that again.”
Now it was Roman's turn to freeze. “I, what?”
Virgil rolled his eyes, cursing to himself under his breath before grabbing Roman's sash and pulling him close with a jerk.
And that was when he kissed him.
It was a chaste kiss, almost featherlight against his lips and over so quickly that Roman almost wasn’t sure if it even happened.
Virgil let him go right after, taking a step back as he stared at him. The eyeshadow beneath his eyes had started to darken slightly, but he didn’t look away.
“Was that alright? Me doing that, I mean,” he asked.
Roman wanted to pinch himself and make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “More than alright,” he said with a smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while, actually.”
Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, trying and failing to hide the blush that had returned to his face. “Good. Me too.”
“So does that mean I can kiss you again?”
Virgil looked back at him with wide eyes before he nodded, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards as he did so.
Roman didn’t need to ask twice. He took a small step forward and met Virgil in the middle, kissing him softly and sweetly and with all the reverence he felt for him, one hand delicately cupping the anxious sides face and the other resting gently on his hip.
Virgil didn’t hold back how he was feeling either. He deepened the kiss in an instant, one hand clutching the back of Roman's shirt while the other grasped at his hair. His breath fell hot and heavy against Roman's lips, his tongue eagerly exploring the inside of his mouth with a hunger that he didn’t know Virgil had in him. He was like an animal, eager to devour him whole. Roman wanted more than anything right now to let him.
Eventually the need for air forced them apart. They were both flushed and breathing heavily, with Roman staring at Virgil in awe though half-lidded eyes.
“Y’know, I would have wanted to do dinner first,” he joked.
The hand on his shirt tightened its hold slightly. “You’re saying you don’t want to take this to the bedroom right now?” Virgil asked.
If Roman was somehow still dreaming, then by God he wasn’t about to wake himself up now. “I wasn’t saying that.”
"Good, I don’t want any time for me to talk myself out of this.”
“Virgil, if you don’t want to do this, we really don’t have to- “
“No, I want to. Believe me, I really do, I just don’t want to give myself a chance to overthink it. I guess what I’m saying is, do you want to?”
Roman nodded all too eagerly. “Of course! I mean, uh, yes. Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”
Virgil chuckled at that, and if Roman could focus on anything right now he’d be embarrassed. Virgil pulled him into another kiss, and Roman came back to himself enough to guide them both to his room, holding his hand all the while.
Roman ran the memories over and over in his head, smiling to himself as Virgil continued to sleep beside him. How he was so lucky as to have this morning (and that night) he couldn’t fathom. He must have done something great with his life to have earned this kind of bliss, and he’d have to remember to thank whoever was kind enough to grace him with the heavenly sight beside him.
He turned over, taking in the sight of his favorite emo asleep in his bed. He saw Virgil in a whole new light now, witnessing a side of him that he doubted very many people did. His chest rose and fell evenly, his features softened by the tranquility of uninterrupted rest. He looked ethereal like this, with the sunlight drifting in from the window and surrounding him in an almost divine glow. It was as if an angel were with him right now, his messy hair a halo glowing in the light. Roman couldn’t help but thank God for him to get to see Virgil like this, sleeping peacefully like he had always belonged here with him. As far as Roman was concerned, he does. He had completely opened up his room and his heart to Virgil, and he only hoped he would be kind enough to make a home there with him.
Roman would love more than anything to spend the rest of the day with him like this, both of them sharing this moment together while the world passed them by. Unfortunately, as tempting as the notion was, breakfast was currently a far more pressing matter for him. His stomach growled in protest at the thought, reminding him of just how hungry he had been feeling. Man, he’d really love something to eat right about now.
For a moment he thought of waking Virgil to join him. He could pepper him in kisses and shower him with the mushiest pet names he could think of until Virgil finally kissed him back with that all too endearing smile of his, then they would both head downstairs and make something to eat together, cooking and laughing in the morning light.
Virgil mumbled softly in his sleep, and Roman ultimately decided against waking him. How often does Virgil get to sleep like this, safe from nightmares and monsters under the bed? He knew the dark shadows under his eyes weren’t just the makeup he wore, and despite Virgil being the first to go to bed most nights he was also usually the last one up, presumably from him trying to make the most of whatever fitful sleep he could get. He lost count of the number of times Virgil would shuffle downstairs for breakfast later in the morning, muttering little else than a quiet “had a nightmare” when asked what was wrong.
If he was sleeping this serenely now, Roman would sooner fall on his own sword than take that away from him so soon.
Pressing one last soft kiss to his forehead, Roman quickly slipped out of bed and got dressed as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake him by making too much noise. He slowly opened the door and shut it behind him, ensuring that Virgil remained sound asleep.
Patton was already in the kitchen when Roman finally made it downstairs. It looked like pancakes were on the menu for today, going by the delicious aroma coming from the stovetop. Patton turned as Roman entered the kitchen, giving him a broad smile.
“Hey there, kiddo! How’d you sleep?”
Roman didn’t even try to hide the smile on his face. “Wonderfully, and you?”
“That’s great to hear! I slept pretty good, too. Logan said he’s on the way down, he’ll probably be here in a minute or two.”
Patton then stopped for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. “You haven’t heard from Virgil at all, have you?” he asked, voice dropping almost to a whisper.
Now the smile on Roman’s face disappeared. Shit, could this be about last night?
“What? I mean, why? Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t really see him all that much last night, and when I went to knock on his door this morning, I didn’t hear anything. Do you think he’s alright?”
Roman let himself look relaxed instead of relieved. “Oh, he’s probably just sleeping in. Yesterday must have been a lot for him, what with Thomas’ date and all.”
It wasn’t technically a lie.
“Yeah, that’s fair. Oh, speaking of, how’d his date go? I mean, I know it went well, but you were there for most of it. What all happened, how was Nico?”
The memories of that afternoon came flooding back to his mind, and as Logan joined the two of them in the kitchen, Roman eagerly recounted the days events.
As his story came to a close and the number of pancakes began to dwindle, Roman remembered Virgil still asleep in his room, that part of the night having been omitted in his retelling. He grabbed a hearty plateful of food before excusing himself, ready to surprise Virgil with a sugary sweet, albeit somewhat late, breakfast in bed.
Only when he opened the door, he found the room completely empty.
The sheets were crumpled on the bed as if tossed aside in a hurry, with one pillow having fallen to the floor as a result. Nothing else in the room was amiss, with everything exactly as it was when he left less than an hour ago.
Except that there was no sign that Virgil was ever there at all.
Trying to ignore the cold pit in his stomach, Roman made his way to Virgil's room and knocked lightly on the door.
Virgil answered the door within a minute, though the door had barely opened enough to even show his face. His hair had yet to be brushed, and he wasn’t wearing his hoodie. Stranger still, his face was hardened and closed off.
“What do you want?” he asked, tone controlled and distant.
Roman struggled to think of something to say, reeling from the whiplash of how Virgil had acted last night compared to now. Did last night even happen? It couldn’t have been a dream; Virgil had stayed over and been there when he woke up. Then why was Virgil acting like this, almost like he regretted it?
“I just, I… are you okay?” he eventually asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know, it’s just after last night…” Roman trailed off, still trying to make sense of things. “Did I do something wrong? Can we talk about it?”
Virgil sighed, looking down a moment before staring back at him.
“There isn’t anything to talk about, is there? I get that what happened was just like some one-time thing and nothing else. You don’t need to explain yourself or try to make this into something that it isn’t, okay? It was nice, and thank you for that, but I know better than to think that it meant anything when it didn’t.”
Roman struggled to process what Virgil was saying. If he said he wanted it, that he liked it, why does he want it to end just like that? Didn’t it mean something to him?
“Virgil, I don’t get it. I thought you wanted that with me.”
“I told you, I’m fine with leaving this alone. I can’t say it wasn’t fun, but the point’s already been made. There’s no reason to hammer it home now.”
“What point?”
Virgil screwed his eyes shut before looking away again, like he didn’t want to have to see Roman's face when he spoke. “I mean, the empty bed said it all, didn’t it?”
Oh. That point. It really was just the one night to him. No strings or feelings attached. It meant nothing to him at all. Roman meant nothing to him at all.
“Oh. I guess I’ll leave you alone, then.”
“That’s probably a good idea,” Virgil grumbled, still not meeting his eyes.
Roman let him shut the door, walking back to his own empty room in defeat. Just like that it was all over. Over and never happening again. It didn’t mean anything after all.
Virgil felt like kicking himself. Why did he think he’d ever be lucky? Nothing ever worked out for him, what made him think this thing with Roman would? It was nice; hell it was way more than nice, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him, but he should have known better than to think that it could be anything more than what it was.
He ran his hands through his hair as he thought back to how the hell all of this happened. Things were going surprisingly well; the date went without a single incident and actually turned out impressively positive. Virgil was aglow with the excitement all day, and maybe it made him act a little reckless, but Roman didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he looked absolutely thrilled when Virgil acted on impulse and on his own feelings.
Dancing with Roman was as great as Virgil had thought it would be, even if it took him a second to figure out the moves, and when Roman actually went and kissed him like that he figured kissing him back would be a good idea.
Turns out it was a very good idea, going by Roman's reaction. Virgil took a chance and took it further and Roman was all too happy to reciprocate. Things were going exactly how he’d hoped, and when Roman said he wanted this too, Virgil couldn’t help but think in that moment that maybe Roman actually liked him back.
Then he woke up alone.
Why did Roman say he wanted this if he was just going to abandon him in the morning like that? Why bother kissing him at all if it wasn’t going to mean anything later? Roman was always one for romance and grand gestures and all that, so why was last night just over and done with so quickly? Was he just riding the high of the day’s events? Is that all it was to him, just working off steam and moving on?
All he could think to do when he woke up was scramble out of bed, grab his stuff and get out of there before Roman got back. He didn’t want to hear how he overstayed his welcome and to take a hint. Still, if Roman didn’t want him to stick around, he could have just said so.
He should have seen this coming. There was no way Roman felt the same, not even after last night. Virgil didn’t know why, or what he had done so wrong to make Roman reject him even now, but for whatever reason Roman didn’t want things to go any further. He had tried so hard to work with him and to cut back on the name calling and insults, but the damage must have already been done. Roman still didn’t like him, not even after this.
It didn’t make any sense to him when Roman showed up at his door to talk about it afterwards. He had made his point clear enough; he didn’t need to go and spell it out for him so he didn’t get any ideas. Virgil just agreed with him, not wanting to rock the boat by asking why it happened this way. He made it clear that he understood and that he wasn’t going to expect anything more from this and that he was happy with what he got, but Roman only looked confused. Was he expecting a fight? Did he think he’d have to break Virgil’s heart instead of him doing it himself? Is that what he wanted to do?
It didn’t make any sense, but then again Virgil doubted there was any way it could make sense. As great as last night was, he knew better than to think that it would mean anything. It was over, and it wasn’t happening again.
Virgil sighed to himself, opting for a late morning shower to clear his head. Maybe the water will help wash away his memories of last night, and of this morning. In all honesty, he didn’t want to forget it. Not really. Being with Roman was one of the best nights of his life, and he wished more than anything to get the chance to experience something like that again with him. Falling asleep in his arms, kissing him and being kissed by him, it was more than he could have asked for. He turned up the water temperature, desperate to recreate the warmth and comfort he had felt with Roman. As much as he enjoyed last night, he respected Roman's wishes more. If he didn’t want him lingering around where he wasn’t wanted, then Virgil would be fine with that. He’d live off of the memory of soft kisses and lingering touches that he’ll never have again, and he’d not bother Roman about it.
It didn’t mean anything, it’s not his fault he wished it did.
Noon came and went, and Virgil still didn’t feel like leaving his room. If he did, he was bound to run into Roman eventually, and then he’d have to skirt around what happened this morning and tell him that he’s fine with it ending like this. Which would be a total lie, but it would be easier than telling him the truth. Especially when the truth was that he’d give anything to spend another night with him, even if he couldn’t stick around after. He could at least carry the memory of affection with him when he slinked back to his room alone afterwards, this time not staying over.
Of course, there was no way that would happen again. Roman wouldn’t want to talk about it, and Virgil wouldn’t want him to talk about it, so he’d just have to pretend it didn’t mean anything to him. It’ll be fine, it’ll have to be.
A knock at the door made him jump. Was it Roman again, come to tell him to stop moping around over nothing? He didn’t think he was ready to deal with it if it was.
“Hey, Virgil, you doing okay in there, Kiddo?” Patton called out past the door. “I know you’re probably a little wore out after Thomas’ date last night, but I just wanted to check up on you and make sure everything’s alright.”
Virgil sighed before making his way to the door, opening it to see Patton holding a large plate of food with a wide smile on his face.
“I wasn’t sure if you were hungry or not, but since you missed breakfast I figured it’s better safe than sorry,” he said with a smile. “Roman said it was best to probably leave you alone but I was getting kinda worried.”
“You talked to Roman?”
“Well, yeah. He filled me and Logan in on how the date went over breakfast, and he said you were probably sleeping in.” Patton explained. He glanced back down the hall for a moment before continuing. “Say, does he seem a little off to you?”
Virgil tried to keep his voice and tone even. “I don’t know, I haven’t really talked to him all that much today. What do you mean by off?”
Patton's smile slipped a little bit. “I mean, he was all smiles and sunshine this morning, but after he went back upstairs he was just really quiet. I thought he’d be happy about the whole date thing for the rest of the week, but after breakfast he was really gloomy and withdrawn. It just kinda happened out of nowhere, one second he was over the moon, the next he was down in the dumps. I tried talking to him, but he said it was nothing.”
“Maybe it is,” Virgil muttered. It was definitely nothing this morning, wasn’t it?
“I don’t think so,” Patton said. "If it were nothing, he wouldn’t be so upset. Do you think you can talk to him? I know he always goes to you.”
“I don’t think I should,” Virgil started, eager to end this conversation. The last thing Roman needs is Virgil of all people trying to get close to him. That already happened once today and it didn’t end well.
“Well can you at least try, next time you see him?”
Virgil struggled not to grimace. There was no way Patton was letting this go.
“I mean, maybe. It probably isn’t a good idea, though.”
Patton gave him a shrug and a smile before handing him the plate of food.
“Well, either way, we’re all planning on doing another movie night tonight if you wanna join. And if not, that’s fine, but maybe you can still show up for supper if you’re feeling better by then. You won’t bay-leaf the secret ingredient I’m gonna use!”
Virgil fought the smile the threatened to make its way on his face. “Is it bay leaf?”
“Mayyybe,” he mused, a teasing smile matching his sing-song voice.
“Whatever, I’ll be there. No sense in spending all day in here, anyway.”
Patton cheered, hands thrown up in excitement, before pulling Virgil into a quick hug only made awkward by the leftovers he was holding. He gave him one last wave before heading back downstairs, leaving Virgil with a plate full of food and a knot in his stomach that all but guaranteed he wouldn’t be eating any of it.
What the hell did he mean by Roman being upset? It couldn’t be about last night, could it? He didn’t care to stick around afterwards, so why would he be bothered now?
Whatever it is, Virgil hoped it didn’t come back to bite him in the ass over dinner.
Roman was always a glass half full kind of side. He had to be; he was passion, pride, and creativity. If he weren’t optimistic, how could he keep being himself? To him, the glass was always half full, but that’s not how he felt right now. Right now he felt like a glass that used to be full but had just fallen off the table and shattered into a million pieces, with the water now spilled out in every direction and incapable of being recollected.
Yeah, he’s not doing too great. Patton had noticed, because of course he did, but try as he might, he couldn’t make him feel better. Mostly because he didn’t, couldn’t, know what was wrong to begin with.
How could he even begin to explain it? He had finally shared a wonderful night with the dearest person in the world to him, only to get the cold shoulder the morning after. He knew that Virgil wasn’t the best with feelings and vulnerability, and he didn’t want to pressure him into something he wasn’t ready for, but he thought he was ready for this. He initiated, he told him he wanted to, and he definitely enjoyed it. So why did he all but slam the door on him now? What did he do wrong? Why didn’t Virgil like him?
He was being stupid. He usually is, just ask Logan, but he couldn’t help but be confused. Did he think last night would be the start of something beautiful and romantic with Virgil? No, not really. Sure, he would have loved that. He would have done anything to take Virgil out on dates and picnics and dance with him until they both fell on top of each other, laughing until their sides went sore. God, he would love that more than anything in the world, but he wasn’t about to get his hopes up. He was just thinking that maybe Virgil would have been willing to at least talk about where they stood after that, what it meant for their relationship and if anything was going to change.
He wanted to have joined Virgil back in bed and shared pancakes with him as he woke up, glaring at the sun in his eyes. He would have wanted awkward morning-after conversation and cheeky sideways glances while they both pretended they didn’t know the other was looking first. He would have wanted to do more with him, to be more with him.
It looks like Virgil didn’t feel the same, though.
It was fine, really. Virgil wasn’t ready for that, or maybe he didn’t want that at all, and Roman didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by asking for more.
But did it have to hurt so much?
It felt like he was drowning and bleeding out all at once, and with every hour that Virgil stayed in his room, he felt another knife twist at his gut and another weight pulling him down. Did he ruin things between them forever? Will Virgil never talk to him or even look at him again? Had he lost the greatest love he’s ever felt before he even had it?
Just that thought left him spiraling. He had lost him. He had lost…
“Are you alright, Roman?”
Roman looked up from where he was sitting with a start, pulled from his thoughts by Logan as he took a seat near him.
“If I may say, you look dreadful. I thought you’d be happy about Thomas’ successful venture yesterday. Has something happened?”
Roman didn’t know what to say, or if he even should say anything, so he just let himself nod past the stinging in his eyes.
“Is everything alright?”
“It’s nothing to worry about, really. Just dealing with something right now.”
“And what might that be?”
Roman bit the inside of his cheek. How much could he talk about? Virgil probably wouldn’t like him bringing it up with anyone, especially if it was because he was just getting too attached to something that he wasn’t supposed to. Still, if anyone knew what the right move would be in any situation, it would be Logan. Maybe Roman could just leave it vague.
“What do you do when you’re getting along really great with someone that you really like, and then the next time you see them, they act like they wish it didn’t happen?”
“Who might that be?”
“Nobody, it’s just a hypothetical. But what would you do in that situation?”
Logan furrowed his brows a bit as he thought it over. “Well, I personally would talk to the person to see their side of things. If they are upset in any way or if I offended them somehow, I would prefer open communication to allay the confusion and prevent further misunderstandings in the future.”
“Okay, but what if the person doesn’t want to talk about it? Like, really doesn’t?”
“Then you’ve done all you can to fix things. If they aren’t willing to meet you halfway by explaining things, then it is unlikely that the problem can or will ever be fixed. Depending on the person and the severity of the issue, you may want to take this as a sign to stop associating with them entirely if they refuse to communicate with you at all.”
Roman felt a lump form in his throat. Stop talking to Virgil entirely? No inside jokes, no bonding, no late-night chats? Death would be less painful than that. But, is that what Virgil wanted? Does he not want to be around him at all now after what happened? The thought brought tears pricking at his eyes, but if that was what Virgil really wanted, then who would he be to deny him that? So what if it hurt, Roman would die if it pleased him.
“I’m guessing this is about Virgil?”
Roman snapped his head back up to look at him. Going by the expression on Logan's face, him asking was just a nice way of stating the obvious.
“Why’d you think that?”
“I know he was with you during the date, and you both presumably stayed up for some time after. I also noticed that Virgil has not left his room yet, which he only does if he is truly upset about something, and that you have not yet talked about what is troubling you, which is uncharacteristic as you are often very vocal about your miseries.” Logan leaned forward, expression softening. “I admit I don’t know what is going on between you two, but I do know you mean a great deal to him, though he isn’t great at admitting to it. If you aren’t willing to tell me or Patton about it, then you should try to talk to him.”
“But what if he doesn’t wanna talk?”
“I highly doubt that. Odds are he’s just as troubled about this as you are, he just refuses to say so outright.”
Logan gave him a small but encouraging smile, one that Roman found himself returning in spite of his current mood. That’s right, passion and pride don’t give up that easily. The least Roman can do is get a clear explanation out of him, and then he can figure out what to do or how to feel from there. If even after talking it out Virgil didn’t wanna be with him, then at least he’d have an answer and an actual reason to mope.
Now if only he could figure out how to talk to him…
Dinner came all too fast and passed far too slowly. Virgil had come downstairs to eat, but he didn’t do much more than that. Patton tried to pull him into conversation, but all it took was a sideways glance at Roman for him to go quiet again. Logan had noticed and tried to get either of them to talk about something, anything, but to no avail. If only awkward silences didn’t slow time down to a crawl.
Roman has no idea how, but Patton had managed to convince Virgil to stick around for a movie after dinner. He didn’t seem all that hyped about the idea but then again, very little got him visibly excited. Roman didn’t want to think about how happy he looked during their dance, and how he may not see that look from him again.
Everyone settled down on the couch in their onesies as the votes were cast. Well, most of them, as Logan still refused to wear his own onesie. Roman rigged the votes again, this time securing Hercules for tonights film. A personal favorite of his, and one that he knew Virgil at least secretly enjoyed.
The movie played on through the evening, though Roman couldn’t bring himself to focus on most of it. He kept sneaking glances over at Virgil, who was curled up on the other side of the couch with as much distance between him and Roman. Sometimes when he looked over at him, he looked lost in thought. Other times, it looked like he had just tried to not get caught looking at him first. He wondered what Virgil was thinking when that happened.
Logan didn’t hesitate in rising from the couch as the credits rolled, already calling it a night despite it still being fairly early. Maybe he was finally acting on the sleep schedule he had enforced on everyone else, or he just had a lot of work to do and was looking for an excuse to get to it. As he urged Patton to get some rest as well, Roman started to suspect he was just finding an opportunity for Roman and Virgil to talk in private.
Soon enough Patton had gone to bed too, leaving Roman and Virgil alone in an otherwise empty room. Again.
This wasn’t nearly as fun as it was the last time they had spent the night together.
Virgil seemed to agree, as he quickly got up from where he was sitting and prepared to head to bed, not even looking at Roman.
For a moment Roman almost let him go, not wanting to bother him about something he clearly didn’t want to talk about, but he knew that if he didn’t talk about it now, he likely never would. He had to try, at the very least.
“Virgil, before you go, can we talk? Please?” he urged, watching as Virgil stopped in his tracks in response to the words.
“Do you want to talk?” he asked, not yet turning around.
“If you’re alright with that. I just want to make sense of where we are right now.”
Virgil remained where he stood, this time fortunately turning to at least face him.
“I don’t know if we’re really anywhere right now,” he muttered. “I thought last night was just the one-time thing. It didn’t have to mean anything, right?”
“Not necessarily,” Roman replied. He patted the spot beside him on the couch, looking at Virgil with pleading eyes. “That’s kind of what I was wanting to talk about.”
Virgil shifted in place, warring with himself before he finally gave up and took a seat next to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, not really looking at anything.
“So what the hell is this about then? I thought we were clear about this.”
“I don’t think we are,” Roman said. “At least, not yet. I know you want one thing from this, but I want something else. I don’t know if that’s what you want, but I want to at least talk about what we both think this means for us. I want you to be alright with this.”
“I am,” he growled, tone shifting to something cold and controlled. “I told you, it was nice, but it doesn’t need to be anything. I’m fine, I don’t need to talk about it.”
“Well, I do,” Roman insisted. “It doesn’t look like you’re fine, and if something is bothering you, if I’m bothering you, I want to know so I can fix it.”
“It doesn’t matter, okay? You did nothing wrong, I just gotta put this whole thing behind me. It’s not going to happen again, and I’m fine with that.”
“Maybe you are, but I’m not!”
Virgil’s jaw dropped as he finally turned to look at him. “… I, you, what?’
Roman took one of Virgil's hands in his own, wishing he didn’t see how Virgil tensed at the action. A day ago they danced together, and now he flinches at handholding.
“Virgil, please. I know you want to just pretend it didn’t happen, that you probably wish I never so much as kissed you, but I need you to know that I don’t want that.”
Virgil just stared back at him, wide-eyed and confused as Roman pressed on.
“I don’t know what I did to make you avoid me, but the last thing I want is to just carry on like it didn’t happen. I love dancing with you, I love holding you, and I love waking up next to you so much that I don’t know if I can sleep without you by my side again.”
The hand Roman was holding started to tremble as Virgil screwed his eyes shut in confusion. Or fear. Or both.
“But I thought you didn’t want me there. You came to my door to tell me that, right?” Virgil opened his eyes and looked back at him again, a sea of emotion swirling behind them. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to leave?”
Roman felt like he had just been slapped in the face. How on earth could Virgil ever think such a thing? What could Roman have done so wrong to convince the owner of his heart that he wasn’t wanted?
“Darling, that’s the last thing I want. You lying next to me was the most wonderful sight I have ever seen, right next to your lovely smile of course. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of our lives, if you’ll allow it.”
“... then why did you leave?”
Now Roman was the one who was confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean if you really mean all of that, then why the hell weren’t you there in the morning? I woke up and you were nowhere to be found. You didn’t wake me, didn’t leave a note, you just left me there to wonder why you left.”
Details of that morning came back into focus, falling into place like puzzle pieces. He must have been gone for nearly an hour over breakfast and Virgil always complained about being a light sleeper, so to wake up alone after that with no explanation…
“Virgil, I don’t know how I didn’t realize… you must have thought that I… you don’t think that I up and abandoned you, do you?”
Virgil stared at him for a moment, processing what Roman had told him. “Well, yeah. I mean, that’s what it looked like to me. What else was I supposed to think?”
Roman couldn’t help but laugh. The whole time, he thought it was something about their relationship, but it was just breakfast? That’s all it was this whole time?
“What the hell is so funny?” Virgil snapped, withdrawing his hand.
“It’s not, it really isn’t,” he started, taking a deep breath to ease his laughter. “It’s just, I had gone downstairs to get some breakfast for the two of us. I didn’t wake you because you just looked so peaceful and I couldn’t bring myself to disturb your sleep. I had a whole plate full of pancakes for you, Virge. I just wanted to let you sleep in.”
Virgil leaned back against the couch, letting the words sink in. “So, this whole time… you were just getting food? That’s it? You didn’t just want to avoid telling me to leave?”
“God no, what kind of coward do you think I am?” Roman answered.
“But I thought, and earlier when you tried to talk… oh my gosh, I’m so stupid!” he exclaimed, covering his face with his hands. “I’m such a fucking dumbass!”
“Hey, if you are then so am I,” Roman offered. “I should have thought to leave a note, or to just bite the bullet and wake you up. Honestly, I ought to have realized you’d think something like that if you woke up alone. I messed up big time on that one.”
“Yeah, maybe a little bit,” he replied, face still hidden behind his hands. “Why did I go and make this into a huge deal when it didn’t need to be?”
“It’s not like you can help it. Just like I can’t help falling in love with you.”
Virgil dropped his hands and looked at him in disbelief. “Please tell me you did not just reference Elvis right now,” he groaned.
“Maybe I did, but don’t worry. There’s plenty of other love songs I plan on bringing up around you.” Roman grinned, only for it to fade quickly. “That is, if you’re alright with that.”
Virgil gave him a small smile in response. “I don’t think I’ll mind. But just so we’re clear here, you do want this to be an actual thing, right? Like, you and me being together, that’s what you want out of this?”
“Of course, more than anything in the whole world. I’d love to take you on our own perfect dates and dance with you all night long if you’ll let me. I would love to be with you every night and every morning. I want to wake up with you for the rest of our lives, and I promise, if you want that with me too, you’ll never wake up alone ever again.”
Virgil smiled again, the same wide smile that made Roman melt inside. “Yeah, I really want that too.” He said, before letting out a low laugh of his own. “And holy shit are we both total fucking idiots.”
“Idiots in love,” Roman countered. “Don’t forget that part.”
Virgil leaned against him, humming thoughtfully. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.”
Roman smiled again before pulling Virgil in for another kiss, one that would lead to many more down the line, and he was already looking forward to each of them.
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pupplaylogan · 2 months ago
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putting on a show (ao3)
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pairing/s: loceit
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"Does that feel good, baby?" 
Logan fluttered his eyes shut, trying not to squirm in his Mommy's touch. "Y-Yes, Mommy..." he murmured, feeling embarrassed. His heart raced and he opened his eyes to check over his shoulder again. 
"Eyes on me," Janus ordered
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Janus was on his knees in front of Logan, gripping his cock, and very slowly sliding a sound into his hole. Logan held onto the kitchen counter behind him, glancing over his shoulders to look at the stairs.
Logan bucked his hips. "Mommy," he whimpered, moving a hand to cup his mouth. His face felt hot. Janus grinned up at him, stroking him in rhythm with the sound.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
Logan fluttered his eyes shut, trying not to squirm in his Mommy's touch. "Y-Yes, Mommy..." he murmured, feeling embarrassed. His heart raced and he opened his eyes to check over his shoulder again.
"Eyes on me," Janus ordered. Logan snapped his head down, staring into Janus' eyes. Janus cooed. "So cute... move your hand, so I can hear your pretty noises."
Logan made a noise into his palm, ears burning, then he moved his hand to grip the counter again. He let out a quiet groan. He tilted his head back, rocking very slowly into his Mommy's touch.
"I love your panties, sweetheart. So, so beautiful," Janus said, leaning forward as he slid the sound deeper into Logan's cock. The pair of bright yellow panties were stretched against Logan's thighs. Logan let out a gasp, feeling it push further into his cock. His mouth opened wide, silently— until Janus leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, sliding his hand up and squeezing underneath the head.
"Fuck, Mommy!" Logan swore, glancing down at Janus. His breathing became ragged, like he ran down a flight of stairs, thighs shaking. Janus moved one hand to Logan's hips, the other starting to speed up on his cock. Moaning, he watched and felt the sound slowly slip out. Janus used his thumb to push it back in.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy," Logan chanted, squeezing the counters until his knuckles turned white, "that— that feels so good."
"I'm glad, sweetheart."
Janus stroked him faster, twisting his hand. Logan keened, bucking his hips uncontrollably.
"Oh, oh—" Logan inhaled, "I'm gonna come."
Janus tsked, using his arm to hold Logan's hips back. Logan moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he came. The rod bounced up and down slowly with his cock's convulsions, matching Janus' strokes. He heaved, thighs and forearms trembling.
Janus stood up, watching Logan closely— eyes fluttering and breathing hard.
“Are you okay?” Janus asked. He always wanted to ask a million questions afterwards, but knew how overwhelming it was. Logan nodded, mumbling a quiet “yes”, and blinking his eyes open and looking at Janus with that same submissive, obedient look.
Janus smiled, leaning in and kissing his lips softly. “Very good,” he murmured against Logan’s mouth, “I have more… fun activities for us later today. Let’s clean you up and eat breakfast, shall we?”
Logan nodded, excited.
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livelaughghoul · 3 months ago
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Logan Sargeant Personality and Career Tarot Analysis
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Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only, nothing observed or taken away from this should be considered fact. As a reminder, I know fuck all about Formula 1, I just like fast cars and have a dumb amount of knowledge of astrology and tarot. 
This one is just for me, no one asked for this, but guess what? I want this. I have a soft spot for Logan because honestly, he reminds me of a kicked puppy and I kind of want to wrap him up in a blanket and give him some spiked hot chocolate and make sure this child feels love and happiness for once in his goddamn life. 
My knowledge is limited, but from everything I have read, Logan is being mistreated, and I hate that. Yeah, this is more for me than anyone else at this point. I have a soft spot for him because he’s an American, but my husband's name is also Logan, I am out here collecting men named Logan.  Anyways, I stuck with the personality questions just to kind of see what baseline I could establish, but I also wanted to see what his future looked like, and I pulled two cards for this, for his current career and his future career. I’m going to work on his birth chart too, which will probably be uploaded later today or tomorrow (did anyone ask for this? No.). 
What I will say about his reading is that there are A LOT of Pentacles, like an overwhelming amount. Pentacles are very earth-focused energy, with an emphasis on the home, family, and things of value. I think that it is fair to say that these are some of the most important things for Logan, the things that he holds closest to him. It’s probably the things he takes into consideration when making decisions. 
Outward personality - Knight of Pentacles
I actually really love this card for the outward personality, because it’s such a stubborn and strong card. I believe that we see this card come through in how he handles everything that is thrown at him, he remains mature and levelheaded through everything. There is a stubborn and dedicated nature here, that almost borders on obsessive. I get the sense that everyone who meets Logan can immediately see his dedication and hardworking nature, how dedicated he is to his career, and being the best that he possibly can be. 
Unfortunately, I think he was put in a position where he was not utilized or given the tools that he needed to actually meet the standards that he set for himself. While we are usually our own worst enemies, I get the feeling that he destroys himself because he isn’t meeting his own standards that he has set for himself. 
Inward personality - Four of Pentacle, reversed 
So this one hurts a little because it’s the card of possession, control, and resisting change. I get the sense that Logan holds things close to his heart and feels deeply. The resisting of change was something that was probably learned over time and almost became a defense mechanism. This card really points to there being a lot of insecurity and the need to hold onto things when they feel good or beneficial. Change is inevitable, especially with the career that he is in, but when it does happen, it takes longer for it to feel like reality. 
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Current career - Four of Swords 
I like this for his current career, it’s reflective of preparations, and contemplation. Obviously, there is a lot of unknowns going on with his career, and there is a hell of a lot of speculation going on. A lot is happening in the background, to work through the next steps and build a plan. It’s something that isn’t being taken lightly at all, whatever choice he makes, it’s going to be something that he has thought about for long periods and likely has had long discussions about with those that he feels closest with. 
This has me feeling like he is in a transitional period in terms of his career, and he’s just setting the future up for it to be something amazing. 
Future career - Two of Pentacles, reversed 
I don’t mind this being reversed when it comes to the future career, because this is about flexibility, adaptability, and finding fun in things. I think that this is a really good indicator of how things are going to go. I have a feeling that Logan already knows what the plan is, but he is holding it close and not sharing those details with everyone. I think that there is a shift in his priorities, I think there is going to be a huge emphasis on his wellbeing, and this is going to be a priority for him. He is going to shift into something that makes him happy, we’re going to see authentic happiness and fun being had, but it’s still going to challenge him and push his limits. 
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lily-janus · 1 year ago
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Take A Break
Summary: Logan first thinks of Janus as a smart but lazy person, but he's about to be proven wrong.
Pairing: pre-romantic loceit
Warnings: none that I can think of but do let me know if I missed any.
Word count: 1,225
For @loceitweek day 3 Law School/Astronamy
(I have no idea how law school work so it might sound more like regular school but bare with me😅)
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"...and then I will argue that the evidence is not really reliable because- are you listening?" Logan stopped his explanation, noticing that his… partner was, once again, not paying attention.
"Hm?" Janus hummed, focusing his gaze on Logan's own, "were you saying something?" He smirked, knowing full well how that will annoy Logan.
"You know as well as I that I've been," he used air quotes, " 'saying something', for the past hour. We need to do this assignment perfectly, Janus." Logan said, exasperated by his classmate.
Okay, don't tell Janus that, but Logan really does think Janus was an incredibly intelligent person, there were multiple occasions throughout the semester where Janus had impressed Logan with his arguments.
That being said, Janus had a tendency to be… extremely frustrating. Acting cocky and smug most of the time, egging people on with no more reason than simple amusement… and, of course, his cryptic way of behaving. And, for some unknown reason, Janus seems to enjoy annoying Logan the most out of all their classmates.
Always cornering him after lectures, arguing with him during lessons no matter what side he chooses, or are assigned to.
So, when they were chosen to work this assignment together… Logan was, at the very least, not pleased. Not that he'd ever defy the will of their teacher, so he was stuck with his smug classmates who didn't seem to care enough to even listen to Logan's ideas.
Janus shrugged, "maybe I know that, and maybe I don't, I could have a very short attention span for all you know about me, which isn't much besides my brilliant intelligence that I repeatedly show in class." Janus smirked smugly again.
Logan let out a frustrated sigh, "can we just be serious long enough to finish this?" He asked, on the verge of begging. He never ever failed at anything and he's not about to let Janus change that.
Janus groaned, "Jesus, Teach, ever heard of relaxing? We still got months until the due date." He pointed out.
"While true, you neglect the fact that this assignment is only one out of many others we have from other classes, plus my reputation to hand in assignments early-" but he was interrupted by another, rather exaggerative, groan from Janus.
"You talk a lot." Janus complained.
Logan could feel his eye twitching in annoyance, "well, it would seem like I'm the only one out of the two of us who's doing anything, why are you even in law school if you're not willing to put effort into anything?" Logan asked with a groan of his own, not really looking for an answer, mostly wanting to annoy Janus back.
But of course, that didn't work, as Janus' smirk only grew, seeming more satisfied the more frustrated Logan became. "I wouldn't say that, I put lots of effort into my studies, I'm just balancing it more so I won't get overwhelmed and burned out. Surely you can appreciate a healthy work balance, right Teach?"
Logan's fist hit the table, "stop calling me that!"
Janus was unphased, "how about… professor? Nerd? Glasses? Ooh, maybe Specs?"
"How about simply Logan?" Logan suggested, as calmly as he could.
Janus faked thinking it over before shaking his head, "nah, I like Specs best."
With a growl of frustration, Logan dropped his pen and pushed his chair away from the desk, "I think we're done for today.."
Janus clapped his hands together in glee before standing up, "marvelous! Same time next week?" He winked at Logan.
Logan blushed slightly at the gesture for some reason, "ah.. sure."
Janus smirked again, "it's a date, Specs!" He called as he walked out of Logan's dorms.
That statement caused Logan's blush to deepen, which was… odd.
"Oh he is totally flirting with you, Lo!" Roman, his roommate, said after Logan finished telling him about Janus.
Logan huffed, "I doubt annoying me is considered flirting." Roman was being ridiculous again, there's no way!
Roman shook his head with a sigh, "sometimes I forget how little you understand about the delicate art of romance." He said, "it's because he likes you!"
Logan almost laughed at Roman's statement, "that's absurd, we're both completely different and he always gets out of his way just to get a rise out of me and… always corners me after class and…" he trailed off in thought.
"And trying to get your attention and more time to be with you?" Roman finished for him with a knowing smile.
The more Logan thought about it now, the more Roman's explanation made sense… is he feeling the same way?
"Oh my stars! You're blushing! You like him too! Oh, the robot finally found his heart!" Roman swooned, placing both his hands on his heart in a dramatic gesture.
Logan shook his head, "n-no, no. Janus doesn't like me and I don't like him."
Roman was still smiling knowingly at him, "ah ha, sure, whatever you say, Calculator Watch." He winked at him.
"You're late." Logan said when Janus finally showed up to their second meeting to work on their assignment.
As usual, Janus was unphased, he simply walked in, took his seat on Roman's red beanbag, put his legs up on a chair and leaned back on his hands. Choosing the most dramatic position to show his carefree attitude towards this assignment that they were supposed to work on together.
"Sorry, Specs, it took longer than I thought it would, but I'm here now aren't I?" Janus looked up at Logan to where he sat in front of his work desk.
"It?" Logan asked, "what were doing that took so long?" He asked, barely two seconds passed and he was already starting to get annoyed. What could possibly be more important than law school? Does Janus hold no regards to-
"Our assignment, of course." Janus said casually, halting Logan's thoughts in their place for a minute.
"Excuse me?" Logan asked, surely he didn't hear that correctly.
Janus smirked and handed Logan the notebook he's been holding, "o-u-r a-ssign-ment." He said slowly, emphasizing every syllable.
Eyeing Janus suspiciously, Logan took the notebook and looked it over… he really did do it…
Janus suddenly hopped to his feet, offering Logan his hand, "now that the boring stuff is out of the way, it's time for you to relax with me." He smirked at him.
Logan frowned, "what do you mean?"
Janus sighed, "I really need to spell it out to you, huh?" He chuckled to himself, "fine. Logan, will you go on a date with me?"
Logan flushed a deep red, "b-but there's still work to-"
"Logan." Janus cut him off, suddenly serious, "you really need to learn to take breaks from time to time, you're not helping anyone by running yourself to the ground."
"I'm… not running anywhere, let alone to the ground…" Logan stammered, trailing off.
Janus snickered again, "it means you're overworking yourself, c'mon, I'll take you to my favorite Cafe' on campus." Janus gently grabbed one of his hands and tagged on it.
Still flushing, Logan gave in, putting Janus' notebook on his desk before standing up and following Janus.
Perhaps Janus had a point, he doesn't remember taking a single break other than sleep since the start of semester. And, well, Janus wasn't the worst person to take his first break with…
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rottentiger-art · 1 year ago
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Hm I think all the theories make sense. That second proposal is definitely (to me at least) the end of the movie. There’s clips in the trailer of everyone dancing in the same casual outfits in the same spot meaning everyone is there for that proposal. it’s almost like the initial wedding became too big and too overwhelming for Quinn. so Logan or whoever gets everyone to plan this last minute thing at pca that’s more intimate. Whether it’s just a re proposal or a wedding we don’t know. And yes the whole thing can be hard to tell because Quinn looks genuinely happy in most of the shots besides a few so it’s definitely a last minute thing of running off. He could be re-proposing with another more simple ring, maybe one Quinn has mentioned before hence why she already is wearing one. her hairs snorting cause she doesn’t have long extensions in most people do for their wedding. I don’t know why people are worried about a breakup that 100% won’t happen and as much as I would like bliss and butterflies, thinking about whatever Logan must say to make it right has be squealing LOL. Also I’ve seen people mention to wedding dresses but one is clearly the rehearsal dress
I mean, Zoey is holding a bouquet on the scene of Logan "proposing" to Quinn, so I'm hoping it's a more intimate surprise wedding and we do get to see them getting married in this movie, even if it's at the end.
omg I want to hear what he says to propose, Quinn seems touched, so it must have been something beautiful. I can't wait for this movie, I miss them so much.
I think the rehearsal dress is actually not a dress, if I'm not mistaken, I think those are white pants (which I love, seems very Quinnly) but I'm not totally sure. Like sometimes I see a dress and others pants lol.
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also can we talk about how cute this pose is? I'm melting.
I worry about a breakup bc I'm paranoid tbh, I really don't want them to ruin Quogan. But I'll take a not wedding as long as they're together (but I will be pissed and complain and write a wedding fic myself if I don't get one)
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More frat au, so we never touched on how reader met the boys, so my story is that she met Logan in a French class because she wants to study abroad in France and Logan is taking it to fill his language credit, but he's struggling with it so he asks her, the perfect student, to tutor him, and of course she says yes when an attractive guys asks for her to tutor him in "La Langue de l'Amour". So she helps him study and they grow closer together and eventually he's like "Hey so there's a party at my frat, I was wondering if you wanted to come?" and of course she says yes because her attraction to him clouds the rational thoughts in her head telling her that a frat party sounds like hell, but she goes anyways. So she arrives at the frat house and Logan gets her some fruity drink like the gentleman that he is, but eventually he sees someone else who he wants to talk to (Alex mayhaps?) and asks if she's okay to be left alone, and she says yes because she doesn't want to be a burden, so he leaves, but the loud music and so there's so many people in a small space, so she gets up from her spot on the couch and tries to find a bathroom to lock herself into while her tears start falling, ruining her mascara, but instead of finding a bathroom, she ends up barging into Oscar's (and Lando's room but he's making out with some chick in the backyard) room where she sees Oscar on his laptop with his headphones on, doing homework. She immediately tries to close the door back up before Oscar sees her, but unfortunately he looks up at her making direct eye contact which causes her to stop like a deer in headlights. It takes a minute for him to process that there's a girl with running mascara in his room, but once he does, he immediately sets his laptop aside and takes off his headphones and gently ask "Are you okay?" "Yeah." You sniffle. "I'm fine." Oscar gets off his bed, grabbing a few tissues before walking over to you to usher you onto his bed and closing the door. "Do you want to talk about it?" Oscar asks as he sits down next to you, offering you a tissue. "It's just that I'm here with a guy that I like but he saw a friend that he doesn't see very often so he left me and the noise and all the people in such a small space got to me and I was trying to find a bathroom but then I barged into your room. I'm so sorry," you say as you blow your nose into one of the tissues. "Hey," Oscar starts. "Don't be sorry; you did nothing wrong. Honestly the guy sounds like a real jerk, inviting you to a party just to leave you alone." "No, Logan's very sweet, he asked me if it was okay if he talked to his friend for a bit. I just didn't want to burden him since this was our first time hanging out outside of school." Before Oscar can reply, the door burst open again. "Hey Osc, I need your help..." Logan didn't finish his sentence, seeing you sitting on Oscar's bed, Oscar's hand on your knee. Before he can question what you're doing in Oscar's room, he notices your running mascara. "Hey is everything okay?" he asks. "I think she just got overwhelmed by the loud music and was trying to find somewhere quieter to hang out for a bit to calm down and she accidentally found my room instead," Oscar answers, to which you nod, using the tissue to wipe off your mascara. "I think I just want to go to bed," you say. "Why don't you stay the night in Logan's room. I think Lando's last hookup left some makeup wipes in the bathroom. I'll go grab those while Logan gets you some of his clothes to sleep in, sound good?" You nod your head before you start taking your heels off.
After this you decided to implement a frat party routine where instead of partying, you would sit in Logan's room and play video games while drinking. It started off as just you and Logan but morphed to include Oscar once he became part of the relationship. Safe to say the rest of your relationship was far less turbulent than the start.
AHH!!! omg this made me emo about loscar. but YEAH wtf so cute!!!!🥹🥹 and even if she does want to spend some time at the parties she can just head up to one of their rooms when she's finished and they'll find her when they notice she's missing/when they're ready😖😖
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idv-ask-the-horatiusfamily · 9 months ago
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Logan's/Mateo's behaviour/personality explanation (I'll make text smaller since I think it's quite. Long.)
TW: Self-harm, suicidal/stalker-ish behaviour, mentions of ED and PTSD
Logan is a complex character, so here's a straightforward explanation to his behaviour as I see people mischaracterize him for some sweet and "would never hurt a fly" man. (P.s he would hurt a fly and smash it across the wall)
Logan is reckless and selfless, he doesn't value his own life and health due to him knowing he's immortal as long as his pocket watch is in a decent working state. He will overwork himself just to manage to help his loved ones in time even when they didn't ask for it, to the point some people left him because they felt constantly overwhelmed and worried about his state.
That man is suicidal and harms himself. His right arm is corrupted and is seen as a skinny and deformed limb (if not covered by his prosthetic one) because he would constantly leave cuts and scratches from overstressing before entering the hourglass pocket, where old scars from trauma would corrupt and mutate a person. He still has a habit of scratching his prosthetic arm, even if it's just metal. Logan has tried to crack his pocket watch and end it all in his manor game after getting rid of everybody, but passed out from Mateo knocking him out.
Until he turned 8, he was isolated 24/7 from his actual family (his siblings and uncle) not knowing he wasn't the only child, and that he was one of the favourites. After growing and realising this, he became really curious and desperate for straight forward answers. If people never answered his questions which meant a lot for his situation, he would have a stalker-ish behaviour. At times, he would go after one person for a month just to get an answer to his question and then leave. If the truth after investigation dissatisfied him, he would become way more closed with the person and avoid them.
He has horrible issues with alcohol, he's an alcoholic. He tries to always drink alone and isolate himself during such periods as he knows people might not like his habit.
The man makes contracts with desperate people at their lowest who crave to feel their better past or restore their memories, basically giving them THE ONLY choice as he's at some point "a golden coin amongst junk" situation for them, making it so they wouldn't read the whole contract. He enjoys how vulnerable and desperate they can be, but at times he sees how some of them can have tragic stories, feeling empathy for them, yet he still makes that contract. If they dare to be unloyal to one of the rules of it, he will make sure that person will never exist again despite if there was a reason for them to do this.
Logan is touch starved (quite obvious I know). He craves an affectionate touch which isn't just out of pity, but because some people actually like him. With some people he will always be more clingy and touchy (as long as they're okay with it), patting their hair and shoulder, clinging onto their arm like a child. He craved as a kid to be treated kindly and with genuine love and care by his parents for 8+ years for WHO he is and not what he CAN do and what he can become.
Mateo/Timey
He's 100+ yr, mentally he's 45~ yr. He's skinny because of his ED, and has horrible PTSD from a sight of a fire bigger than a single lit candle.
He isn't the kindest. He's very judgemental of mortals, especially the ones who are connected to religion/cults heavily, as he doesn't trust much of them due to being betrayed by a whole group and being burned down in his own house by them.
He can still feel sympathy, of course, but it's rare, and it's even more rare with humans. The only person he bonds with the best is Logan, seeing him as his little nephew but he still at times mistreats him by giving him inability to sleep well, or no sleep at all due to his power side effects.
He's very self conscious, he hides in shadows all the time, only a few people can really get him out of there to talk to him. Mateo at times walks around the manor in his past mortal form, but it happens so rarely it's seems like a dream if you really did.
He's most of the time aggressive to other people or even threatens them, but never manipulative.  He only does that to avoid getting attached to somebody, to escape that feeling of grief, unfairness and pain again.
He has issues with smoking, the only time he isn't absolutely terrified and paranoid from source of fire is when lighting a cigarette.
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