#oh naive Logan

[moonpascal]

Something Stupid

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 “𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝖲𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽”

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warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort

logan howlett x mutant!fem reader

✰ a/n: all work is mine and i do not give permission for it to be translated or published anywhere else, thank you! ✰

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 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

It was late, and all the students were either in bed or studying. Wandering to the kitchen, you see Logan already nursing a beer. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him always sneaking alcohol into the school. Despite Charles always finding them and throwing them away. 

Shuffling to Logan, you gently wrap your arms around him, laying your head on his shoulder. “How were your classes today?" Your voice muffled pressing light kisses. 

“They were fine, same shit different day” he grumbled, taking another swig. He seemed tensed—well more tense than usual. You gently massage his shoulders, gliding your hands with your power. Relieving any sore muscles from training. You can see him relaxing, which always makes you feel better about your powers. 

"Bub, you just know how to make me feel good” he smiled. Oh how you love to make him smile. To ease his pain, may it be to project something else during his nightmares or take out simple knots in his back. You would do anything to make him feel better. 

“All for you Logan, I love you” you breathed out, hardly containing a smile. You couldn’t help it. Logan brings you so much joy and what better way to express it?

You walk to the other side of the island, what feels like an eternity. Glancing at Logan waiting for him to do anything. It didn’t even look like he was breathing, the beer bottle in hand long forgotten.

"Logan, please say something” hell pleading for some sort of relief from the pain brewing inside. 

"Kid, I think we should stop seeing each other,” he mumbled. His fist clenched, “This shouldn’t have gone on as it has.”

Tears threatening to fall, you couldn’t help but scoff. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes, I'm serious! I told you in the beginning and you ignored it! I’ve lost too many people, you knew I didn’t want anything serious!” He shouted.

“I thought things changed, I thought we could move past this! You won’t lose me,” you choked back a sob. You could feel your power slipping, trying to breathe struggling to catch your breath.

“You don’t know anything,” he grumbled, “you’re just a naive kid. What we had was just benefits. But you kept pushing to be more and I can’t!” He knew what to say, to push you, to get rid of you.

“Fuck you Logan, hope you enjoy finally being alone. Because no one is going to be there for you like I was.”

You pushed past Logan, the air feeling tight.

Once out of sight, you teleport to who knows where. Sitting in an empty field you let go. The pain erupts out of you. You can’t grasp what’s happening around you, all you see is blue. The only thing, the constant thing that is plaguing your mind is Logan.

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As Logan grabs another beer, he hears a faint whisper in his head. “Goodbye Logan.”

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So this was the absolute first thing I've ever written and posted. I don't know how to feel about it. I've just kinda had this idea and it's been nagging at me for weeks.

I have written since middle school, so I'm extremely behind on what feels like everything. I'm also terrible at being descriptive. But I hope it was at least enjoyable!

thank you for taking the time to read this! <3

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY

A/N: Here comes chapter FOUR! Oh wow. It's easier when I do this for fun. I don't feel that much pressure to write and put it out regularly. I think the pace of releasing new chapters will slow down soon, but I hope to finish this at least the way I want to.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: violence, blood

Summary: In Salem, Logan and Y/N have the opportunity to save the boy.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 5200+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Three

LOGAN HOWLETT - WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY

The sky turned dark blue, and the moon showed high up. Y/N’s eyes were locked on it, watching as it illuminated the whole world. She found nights to be her favourite - calm, peaceful. Everyone’s soul would rest as their heads would travel into the dreamland. Then again, sleeping was difficult and unpleasant when nightmares entered uninvited.

“What happened today?” Logan brought her back to reality with the question. “Why the tears?” 

She exhaled, annoyed by that question. “I talked with the Professor,” she said, not looking at him. “He told me about slipping from Cerebro. And I know you know.” 

His eyes never left the road. “I know. We all do. He didn’t tell us why it kept happening.” 

Y/N turned her head to him and observed his focused face. His hands were resting on the steering wheel. “He discovered the reason.” Logan looked at her for a brief moment. “It has to do with my mutation. In his words, it is all about protection. Somehow, it shields my brain from telepaths or any mind infiltration.” 

“I thought he read your mind,” he was confused. 

“He did,” she nodded. “Until he couldn’t again. My mind decides for itself, it seems. One moment, you can come in and have a peak, and then, the doors close, and you are left standing outside in the cold.” 

“You’ll figure it out.” 

“I already figured out other things. I am dumb and naive,” Y/N scoffed. “That realisation hurt like a bitch.” 

His eyes were back on her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? You are not any of those things.” 

She had to laugh. “Oh, if you only knew how many stupid things I did in the past. You’d then know that I am right.” 

“We all make stupid things,” he commented. “I have my own fair share of them.” 

Y/N shifted in her seat and turned her body to see him better. “Ah, will I learn something new about you?” she narrowed her eyes. 

“Only if you tell me more about your stupidity,” he grimaced at her. 

The smile disappeared from her face, and she lowered her eyes. The gear lever became more fascinating than anything else around. “My ex-boyfriend sold me to the lab,” she said timidly. 

“What?” his foot pressed on the break, the car coming to a halt. There was a stop sign that he almost didn’t see. “What the fuck?” He turned left on another road and continued driving to Salem. 

“I was barely nineteen when he found me and gave me a roof and food. He, Mars, was the leader of the group - Void.” She wasn’t ready to tell the story out loud. The fear of him judging her would be unbearable. Charles was sympathetic. Not a hit of judgement came out of his voice. Maybe Logan would be the same? “I’ve spent there almost four years before it went to shit.”

“Void? It sounds like Magneto’s ‘Brotherhood’,” Logan stated. 

“The Void consisted of mutants and humans. It was basically a criminal group. We would steal money, cars and do all sorts of shit,” she shook her head. “I am not proud of that part of  my life.” 

“What happened?” he was curious. 

Y/N huffed and closed her eyes. “Mars, such a weird name, could hypnotise people, manipulate them as he liked. He was a mutant. I didn’t know about it. Many of us didn’t. He used it to his advantage. He would force people to do things for him, even torture innocent people.

“At this point, I cannot be sure what was my own doing and what was his. All I know is he had me in the palms of his hands. It took some sweet nothings and a little attention, and this bitch,” she pointed at herself,  “fell for him.”

“So, you were in love,” Logan said after a while. 

“I think, I don’t know. Let’s say I was, but it was one-sided. Mars used me, used my power to protect him. He gave me some attention and fell for it.” She bit her lower lip, nervousness spreading over her body. “During that time with him, I did unspeakable things.” 

Logan noticed it was difficult to talk about that part. She twiddled her thumbs. “Why did he sell you to the lab?”

Y/N scratched her nape. “When I found out that he was a mutant and what was his ability - yes, it took me four years - I wanted to run away and never look back. Of course, being the stupidly brave woman I am, I went to confront him. Mars was one step ahead of me.

“The last thing I remember was hands holding me tight, pulling me away from him. They got me off guard and injected me with a drug. When I gained consciousness, I was locked in a cell. And thus started my five-year life as a lab rat, moved at least seven times around the country.” 

“Damn,” said Logan. 

“Dumb, blind, naive - that’s all I can say about myself. Lessons were learned. I thought about killing him, you know? A person like him doesn’t deserve to live. Who knows how many girls he had used since he sold me?” 

“If you had the chance, would you?” Logan asked, curious to know the answer to that. 

It took her a minute to admit it. “Yes. I would.” She reached into the pocket of her jeans and took out a black hair elastic. Her hands worked fast, and she brushed her hair into a bun. Some strands framed her face.  When her eyes found Logan staring at her, she gave him a faint smile. “You must think I’m crazy.”

“Not at all,” he admitted. “I’d do the same thing. Hell, I did it in the past. I killed people who used me and betrayed me. The list of people whose life I ended is long. I promised myself I’d never kill again. I quickly realised that’s not how it works in this world.” 

“You’d do anything to survive,” she added after that. “I did. You know the saying - I’d kill for love. And I did. Uh, maybe. I don’t know. Whether I did or didn’t, it doesn’t matter. There is blood on my hands. I have to live with that.” 

A gas station came into their view. Logan turned the car and parked on a free spot next to the building. “I’ll fill the tank, and then we can continue.” 

Y/N unfastened the seatbelt and stepped outside. She stretched her limbs. She went inside the building and bought two water bottles and a chocolate. As she was walking out, her eyes captured Logan filling the tank. Her eyes travelled over his body, admiring how well-built he was. Out of nowhere, her lips slightly curved up. There was a warm feeling in her lower stomach and even excitement. Where did that come from? 

He noticed. Logan saw her standing behind the glass door, holding the bottles and smiling at him. He flared his nostrils and moved his eyes away. Logan moved inside to pay for the gas just as Y/N walked out to the car. 

She put the bottles and chocolate on the roof. The smell of gasoline lingered around the place. One cigarette or a match, and the station would explode. Where was her mind going with this? 

“Hey there, pretty girl.” Two unknown men approached her. They were tall, one was bold, and the other had short dark hair. “Wanna hang out?” 

She hated this. Why did men need to talk to women when they were not interested? She glared at them. “No, thanks.” 

“Oh, come on, sweets.” 

She squinted at them. “I think you have trouble accepting when someone says no.” 

“Mouthy,” one laughed. “I like that.” 

“I suggest you leave me alone before-”

“Before what, sugar?”

Logan walked out, and his eyes fell on Y/N and two douchebags talking to her. “What the fuck?” he mumbled and walked straight to her. Instinctively, he stood behind her, giving the men death glares. “Can I help ya, fellas?” 

Y/N could feel Logan’s body heat radiating. He stood close to her, his front almost touching her back. She smirked, loving how the men’s faces paled. They stepped back. 

“I thought so,” Logan’s hand rubbed Y/N’s right shoulder and then walked around the car. 

Y/N winked at the men and stepped inside the car, smiling. She looked at Logan, who already had a cigar in his mouth, lighting it up. “Thanks.” 

“Eh, don’t mention it,” he said. 

They had another hour and a half before they reached Salem. Either they were silent, or they talked about random things. Y/N could still feel Logan’s touch on her shoulder, lingering there gently. 

“Will you tell me something about you?” she asked an hour later. “I told you about my stupidity. I’d like to know more about you. That is if you are willing to share.” He smiled and rolled his eyes. “You’ve said you killed a lot of people. Can you tell me more?” 

She noticed how he flinged. She must have hit a tough spot. Y/N wanted to apologise. Logan decided to tell her more. “I’ve seen wars, fought in them even.”

“Wars?”

“First World War, Second World War,” he answered. 

Y/N’s mouth almost fell to her lap. “Wait, what do you mean?” 

“I was born in 1832,” he announced. Watching Y/N’s face change a few times was amusing. 

“No shit,” she didn’t believe him. “You cannot be over 170 years old. You look not older than 35.” 

“I ain’t lying, bub,” he grinned at her. 

Y/N’s mouth kept moving. No words came out. Many thoughts were running through her mind. Her whole body turned to him. “Okay, it makes sense when I know about your regenerative healing factor. I didn’t think it would make you immortal.” 

“I wouldn’t say I am immortal,” he took a drag from the cigar. The air filled with its heavy smell. “I once was a boy who grew up, and then, the ageing slowed down until it stopped, or I think.” When he looked at her, Y/N’s mouth kept hanging open. He put two fingers under her chin and helped her close her mouth. “Careful, or something will fly in there.” 

Their eyes met. Logan’s fingers rested under her chin longer than necessary. When he pulled away, she wanted to scream to put them back there. 

“So, both wars,” she tried to resume the topic. 

He wrinkled his nose. “Civil war, Korean war.” 

“Holy shit.” 

“Here’s the thing -  I don’t remember much. At some point, before I even came to the school, I lost my memory. Charles helped me restore some. There are big chunks of my past I still don’t know. I have concluded that it’s for the better.” 

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” she said. 

“No, it’s fine,” he waved a hand. “If you can share bits and pieces, so can I.” 

When they arrived in Salem, it was after midnight. Logan decided to park the car farther away from the lab. It wouldn’t be wise to drive all the way there. Once they left the vehicle, they walked through a calm residential district. The lab was around a ten-minute walk from there. 

The air got colder, and the moon got lost behind the clouds. The wind rose. There were signs it was about to rain. 

“We’ll keep it simple, Y/N,” Logan started to talk, explaining the plan. “We will look around the perimeter and map the surroundings. We count the guards and the security cameras and then leave.” 

“What if-”

“No,” he stopped her. “I will not let you risk your life without a back-up. Last time, the place was packed with armed men. I don’t think that changed since then.” 

There was no point in arguing. “Fine.” 

When they approached the facility, the place looked almost similar when she left it. There was a part of the building demolished. It used to be her escape window. One of the locked mutants wrecked that side with their ability. And yet, it brought her a lot of unpleasant memories. Her stomach turned upside down. 

Together, they moved around the demolished side until they were met with an entrance gate. “What the shit?” Logan mumbled. At the gate were only two men with guns. “Last time, there were twenty of them,” he stated. “The roofs were covered with them. Now nothing.” 

Shouting came out of the demesne. Then, there was the sound of an engine. Logan grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her to him, making them hide behind a thick tree. He kept her close while they watched a military truck exit the facility. 

“The boy is not here,” Logan stated. “This place is not what it used to be a few weeks back. It’s strange. We got satellite pictures a few days ago, and this was still a highly secured facility.”

When the truck was gone, they moved forward. The wall that surrounded the building was destroyed in many places. They would be able to get with ease. Y/N’s eyes travelled around the building. She knew a way in. She could still remember the interior. 

“We should go. The boy is not here,” Logan ordered, reaching for her arm. 

“No, wait,” Y/N stopped him. “I think this is the perfect opportunity to go inside. So far, there are not many guards. The lab, where they kept us, is underground. At least, that was a month ago. We have the perfect opportunity to look around.” 

He gritted his teeth. “I told you I will not risk your life. It is dangerous.” 

“Then stay here,” she talked back. “I’m here. I need to know. Even if it is only a little bit.” 

Y/N started to run away from him, heading to the fallen wall that was not guarded by the men. Logan cursed under his nose. What was he expecting? That woman was stubborn as hell. Before he lost her, he decided to follow her. His conscience wouldn’t let him let her go alone.

Y/N was careful when she entered the estate and ran to the demolished part of the building. Peeking inside, she saw a destroyed room filled with bricks, wood and damaged furniture. The interior was dark. There was nothing useful for her. Her eyes noticed light coming from the other side. It was a hallway leading further into the compound. 

Her feet automatically took her there. She walked over the bricks and stones until she reached the hallway entrance. If she remembered correctly, it led to a security room. 

A hand gripped her above her elbow and pulled her back. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Her eyes found angry Logan standing close to her. 

“There is a security room down the hallway,” she whispered. “We will be able to see more.” 

“I am so pissed right now,” he growled. “We had a deal.” 

“If I see a chance, I will take it,” she spat back, trying to keep her voice low. “Now let me go. Please. I must know more.” 

As much as he hated it, Logan let her go. His claws got out, ready to be used if necessary. Logan walked close behind her, protecting her back. They reached the end of the hallway. 

“Shit,” she cursed. There were dead bodies on the floor, covered in blood. It felt like a slaughter room. The scent of copper hit her nose, and she wrinkled it. She observed the dead bodies and discovered they had many bullet wounds on their bodies. It was all fresh. “We’re not alone.” 

Logan started to sniff the air, sensing something was off. Y/N approached the screens and looked at all the cameras installed around the place. There was another military vehicle outside that they didn’t notice. More men surrounded it. They wore different uniforms than the dead men in the security room.

“They are here for something,” she commented as her eyes drifted from one screen to another. “They are here for JJ,” she gasped when she found a screen with JJ’s cell. 

Logan got to her to see with his own eyes. The eleven-year-old was sitting in the middle of a cage, visibly distressed. He had a white gown on. No other mutants were present. As they watched, they saw men come to him, pointing guns at the innocent child. 

Unexpected. That’s how it could be described. How was it possible that the last time Y/N saw him, they wanted to take him away, and now, he was here? None of this made sense. 

“Shit,” Logan gasped. He pointed at one of the soldiers who was closest to the camera. “They work for Trask. If they take him, he’ll sure be dead by the end of the week.” 

That was the push Y/N needed. Logan didn’t have the chance to react when she ran away from him, heading outside to the other military track. She was sure it was waiting there for JJ. 

Anger filled her veins, her whole body. Last time, she couldn’t help him escape. He got her out. She was too weak to return the favour. This time, Y/N was determined to get him out and destroy anyone who would dare to stop her. The deal she made with Logan was out the window. 

Y/N ran outside but hid behind the closest corner, watching. She waited for the window of opportunity. At least ten men kept guarding the vehicle. The back door was opened. Her heart was beating rapidly. Adrenaline was high. Fear knocked on the back of her head, telling her to run away and never look back. 

She potted JJ coming out of the building with a thick collar around his neck. The boy was almost bald and alarmingly bruised. Two big men guarded him by holding his shoulders from each side. Another three men were walking behind them, guns ready to shoot him in his head. 

What can she do with her protective power? It has some offensive moves, Y/N remembered the Professor’s words. They echoed inside her mind. She thought back to when her ability turned deadly. 

One last breath, and she ran towards the heavily armed men. The moment they discovered her presence, their guns were up, pointing at her. Y/N wrapped her body into a protective shield and rammed the men with it. 

Bullets were pointless. They weren’t able to penetrate the protective veil of blue. Y/N turned on her heel and faced the rest of the men. As much as they tried, no one could get through the forcefield. 

Two men grabbed JJ and moved with him away from the fight while the rest of them did everything in their power to kill Y/N. She kept knocking down the men like a house of cards. And then a roaring shout came from the right side. Logan’s claws penetrated the men’s bodies, slicing through them. Some managed to shoot him. 

“No,” Y/N shouted. For a moment, he forgot he was indestructible. And yet, she worried about him.

The usage of forcefield was draining her energy fast. The more she held it on, the weaker her body became. She ran towards the men who got JJ. “Let him go!” she screamed at them. “He’s a child!” 

They threw the boy on the ground hard, making him cry in pain. That’s when Y/N noticed the colourful bruises around his face, arms and legs. He looked sick and beaten. The gun was now pointed directly at his head. “Make a step, and I will kill him in front of your eyes!” 

Y/N didn’t make a move. Her eyes were fixed on the boy. “Let him go,” she said through gritted teeth. “He’s just a child. An innocent child that hasn’t lived enough.” 

Once Logan killed the last man, he walked closer to Y/N and the men. His adamantium claws were covered in blood, as were his t-shirt and the unbuttoned flannel shirt. When he discovered how the boy was close to being shot, he stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily. 

“Y/N,” JJ whispered her name. Tears gathered in his eyes. “Y-you came for me?” 

It broke her heart to see him like this. “Of course,” her voice shook. Her eyes moved back to the soldiers. “Let-him-go. I won’t ask again.” 

“No,” the soldier said strictly. “If you want the boy to live, you will let us leave with him.” 

The forcefield started to glitch a little. Everyone noticed it. Y/N had to focus harder to keep herself protected. One mistake and she could end dead. 

“What do you want with him?” Logan asked instead.

“That’s none of your business, mutant,” he barked. 

Y/N thought about her next move. Her head turned to bloodied Logan, who was breathing heavily. His body was ready to fight. The veins popped out of his neck and forearms. She sighed. Y/N got them into this mess, and she didn’t know what to do. 

“We need back up to Salem’s lab,” her ears registered one of the men talking to a walkie-talkie. “We have two other mutants on our radar. They are trying to get the boy. 

Her eyes blinked a few times. She didn’t have much time left. Y/N kept breathing through her nose. Deep inhale and long exhale. 

“Y/N,” she heard Logan’s concerned voice. 

Focus on the object you want to wrap in the forcefield and send the energy flying to it. That’s what the Professor told her last week during her training. Picture it. Project the vision onto it. 

Her eyes locked on JJ, who was shivering on the cold ground. With that collar around his neck, he looked like a slave. She could feel his fear. All she wanted was to protect him, keep him safe from this fucked up world. Her right hand stretched forward. In her mind, she pictured the boy wrapped around the veil, protecting his soul and body. 

That’s when she felt the energy leaving her body and covered the boy in a light blue and silver veil. For the first time, she created a forcefield around another person. When it happened, the man shot a bullet at him. It got absorbed into it. 

It was Logan’s cue to bolt out of his place and kill both of those fuckers who dared to hurt Y/N or the boy. Blood splashed around them, covering the grass and Logan. It took him a few slices, and it was over. Every soldier who wanted to kill them was dead. 

“Fuck,” Logan cursed and retracted the claws back under the skin. His eyes moved to the forcefield wrapped around the boy and glitching around her. She created two at the same time.

Y/N’s eyes got heavier. Something warm tickled her upper lip. She broke the energy. The veil disappeared from her and from the boy. She exhaled the last breath she held. Her knees gave up, and she fell to the ground. Her head was spinning. She felt this weak before when she escaped the lab. 

“Y/N,” Logan called her name when he fell to his knees next to her. He ran to her the moment she went down. He lifted her head and noticed her nose bleeding heavily. His big hands brushed her cheeks. He put a strand of hair behind her ear. “Look at me, bub. Come on, look at me.” 

“I’m,” she started to talk but failed. She gulped loudly and took a deep breath. “I’m fine.” 

“You’re bleeding,” he wiped the blood with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. It didn’t help much. “Can you walk? We need to move. More will come. We must leave.” 

She blinked a few times. “Yeah, I guess. Get JJ, and we can go.” 

Logan helped her to her feet and made sure she was stable. He turned to the boy who was kneeling on the ground watching them. “You alright, kid?” he eyed the child, checking if he wasn’t bleeding as well. Fear was evident on his face. “I will not gonna hurt ya,” his voice got softer. 

JJ got up on his feet and ran towards Y/N, throwing himself into her weak embrace. “You came for me,” he cried. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” her voice broke, and she kissed his head. “You are safe now, JJ. Logan and I will take you to a safe place.”

As much as he hated to ruin the moment, Logan stepped to them. His ears registered the sound of helicopters in the air. “We need to move. Now.” 

Y/N grabbed the boy’s hand, and they ran away from the facility and into the woods. Logan was two steps behind them, making sure they were moving. His eyes were more fixed on Y/N than on the boy. 

Suddenly, her body bumped into a tree. She had to stop and take a few breaths. Everything was shaking, and her vision got blurry. “Shit,” mumbled. She looked at the boy, then at Logan, frowning. Why were there two of each? 

The woods spun in front of her eyes. It took her a few seconds before she pushed her body off the tree and moved. Her hand never let go of JJ. This time, Logan’s arm found her waist. He kept it there for support. He didn’t want her to fall or hurt herself anymore. He could smell how drained she was. Logan held her until they reached the residential district.

“You good?” he asked her when they slowed down. 

“Just weak,” she replied. “It’s going to be okay. I’ve never held the forcefield for this long.” 

“You projected it around the boy, also. That’s a huge step,” he patted her shoulder. “I’m still pissed at ya,” he added.

“Sorry, not sorry.”

Logan turned around, eyes scanning the woods behind them. His instinct told him to move and leave. He smelled more soldiers searching for them. To their luck, the car was closer than anticipated. He unlocked the car and opened the door for the boy. “Get in,” he ordered. 

Y/N climbed into the passenger’s seat and closed the door with a loud thud. She moaned. The sound was too painful. Once Logan got in, they were on their way away from Salem and back to the school. 

The tension inside the car could be felt until they were far away from the residential district. All of them relaxed when they connected to a main road. 

Y/N reached for her backpack and took out her denim jacket. She took off her hoodie and handed it to JJ. “Put this on so you’re not cold.” 

“Thanks,” he sniffled a little and grabbed the hoodie. He was only wearing a thin white robe covered in dirt. His legs were exposed, and he was bare feet.

Logan saw what she was doing, so he turned on the heat inside the car. Y/N grabbed a bottle she bought at the gas station and handed it to JJ. Then she gave him a piece of the chocolate. “Here, drink and eat some chocolate. It’s all I have now.” 

She watched him from the rear-view mirror, drinking the water and eating the chocolate. Her shoulders relaxed, and she exhaled loudly. As if the stress escaped her body when she saw him alive and well. 

“Everyone’s gonna be pissed,” Logan stated after a while. His eyes were on the road, here and there, checking the boy in the mirror. 

“I don’t care,” Y/N whispered. Her body rested against the car seat, eyes closed. “We didn’t plan on this.”

“Sure,” he scoffed. 

“No, we didn’t,” she opened her eyes and glared at him. “I would have left if it weren’t for the fact that soldiers from Trask came for him. Besides, if I didn’t intervene, we would have lost him forever.” 

“You don’t-”

“You said it yourself,” she snapped. “If they took JJ, he’d be dead by the end of the week. This was our chance. I don’t care that you are upset, disappointed or whatever. It had to be done.” 

Logan hit the steering wheel out of frustration. “Goddamit, Y/N. It was reckless to head inside without thinking. It could have gone to shits if there were more men.” 

“Enough,” she stopped him. “It’s done. We have him. He’s alive, and we made it out of there. End of story.”

Y/n turned her head to the other side. It was a sign that the conversation was over. She noticed a faint reflection of herself in the window. There was dried blood under her nose, lips and chin. She tried to wipe it off with the sleeve of her denim jacket. It didn’t work much. 

“W-who are you?” they heard the boy’s soft voice. He was still afraid. 

“Logan,” he said. 

“Y-you have claws,” JJ stated. “So you are like us, right?” Logan only grunted. “Where are you taking me?” 

Y/N turned around and faced the boy. She put a smile on her face. Her hand reached for his cheek and stroked it. “We are taking you to a safe place for people like us. It’s a school for mutants.”

“School?” his eyes sparkled. “There is a school?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “You will be able to live there and learn. Many children are living their lives there. They helped me, too. Logan saved me when I escaped the lab.” Her eyes filled with tears. She tried to hold the cry but couldn’t. “I’m sorry I left you there. I’m so sorry, JJ.”

His smaller hand reached for her hand on his cheek. “It’s okay. You came back.” 

“No, no, it’s not,” she cried. “You got us out. I will be forever thankful for that. It upsets me that I couldn’t do the same for you that day. It took me a month.” 

Logan felt the pain in Y/N’s voice. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold himself back and not reach for her. The anger he felt was gone. Logan wanted to put her into his arms and protect her whole being from the world. When he saw the tears running down her face, he sighed. His right hand reached for her face, and his thumb wiped off the tears under her left eye. 

Her eyes met his. The touch was gentle, filled with something unspoken, new. “He’s fine. We got him out.” 

All she managed to do was to nod. 

“How long until we are there?” Jerome asked. 

“Four hours,” Logan answered when his hand left Y/N’s cheek and turned his attention back to the road. “Rest, kid. We have a long way ahead.” 

He wrapped his arms around his body, trying to warm himself faster. Y/N’s hoodie helped. He even put the hood over his head. It yanked the collar around his neck. “What about this thing?” 

Y/N observed the device. There was a small green light. It meant it was on. “We’ll figure it out once we are at school. They will get it off you.” 

“What does it do again?” Logan asked. 

“It suppresses our mutation. JJ cannot use his power while the collar is on,” Y/N explained. 

“I can use the claws to slice through it,” he suggested. 

Jerome’s eyes widened, and he gasped. “No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “It’s dangerous. We don’t know what would happen if you’d try to destroy it like that.” 

“Okay. We’ll let Hank and Jean have a look at it. They will figure something out.” 

[leclerc-s]

a nonsense christmas

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maejones 'i caught that holiday glee, my true love gave it to me.' i present to you a nonsense christmas.

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danielricciardo i thought you couldn't get anymore unhinged after nonsense, i was so wrong.

daphnejones mae, what the hell is this song.

↳ maejones it's a christmas song daph! do you not like it?

isabellaperez brb gonna go play it for christian and my uncle!

↳ maxverstappen1 ISABELLA DON'T YOU DARE!

↳ isabellaperez OH IT LOOKS LIKE JOS IS IN THE GARAGE!

↳ maxverstappen1 ISABELLA!

↳ user89 oh to be apart of this friend group

penelopetrevino sometimes i wonder how people think i'm the horny one when mae writes shit like this.

↳ dulceperez you wrote mayores. daphne wrote dress. mae wrote nonsense. i think all three of you are equally horny

user41 well i made the mistake of playing this infront of my parents i will never recover.

↳ user09 NO! OH I PRAY FOR YOU

esteban ocon i'm supposed to be able to look max in the eyes now?

lewishamilton i renounce our friendship. good luck to fernando and seb, but i'm done. find someone to replace me. maybe kimi or valtteri. hell kevin or hulkenberg might like these guys.

↳ georgerussell63 good luck being able to get away from us

user32 i fear jos is questioning who his son is dating and who his friends are

↳ landonorris oh, he did that way before this song or nonsense came out

isabellaperez JOS VERSTAPPEN IS NOT A FAN OF A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS! I REPEAT HE IS NOT A FAN! MAX TELL HIM TO PUT THE FUCKING FORK DOWN!

↳ user13 there's no way she actually did it

↳ maxverstappen1 I WARNED YOU NOT TO DO THAT! HE WASN'T GOING TO LIKE IT!

↳ user13 i stand corrected

↳ danielricciardo THIS IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT I'VE EVER FUCKING SEEN! NETFLIX BETTER BE RECORDING THIS BECAUSE IT'S COMEDY GOLD!

↳ alex_albon SHE JUST RAN PAST THE WILLIAMS GARAGE!! I THINK I'M ABOUT TO PEE FROM ALL THIS LAUGHING!!

↳ nataliaruiz PEOPLE! IT'S NOT JOS CHASING HER WITH A FORK! IT'S MAX WITH A WATER GUN! JOS LEFT THE GARAGE AFTER ISABELLA PULLED HER LITTLE TRICK!! HE HAD A FORK BECAUSE HE WAS HAVING LUNCH WITH MAE!!

↳ maejones YOU COULDN'T HAVE WAITED UNTIL HE WAS ALONE? I CAN NEVER FACE HIM AGAIN! OH MY GOD, DIGGING MY GRAVE AS WE SPEAK!!

↳ dulceperez she looks like a wet and angry kitten

isabella perez MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN I WILL BE GETTING MY REVENGE!

max verstappen I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!!

isabella perez DULCE MARIA PEREZ! YOU'RE FUCKING NEXT!

esteban ocon she's in the alpine garage and she does look like a wet cat

oscar piastri i think it's kinda cute

logan sargeant AY-YO? ARE WE JUST GONNA SLIDE PAST THAT?

alex albon i think the songs kinda catchy.

daniel jones-ricciardo i did not need to know max had big snowballs.

mae jones you've literally seen him naked before pierre gasly UM WHAT? daniel jones-ricciardo IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! HOW I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WAS NAKED? max verstappen THERE'S THIS NEW THING. IT'S CALLED KNOCKING daniel ricciardo DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE QUOTE ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS AT ME MAX!

fernando alonso i worry for all of you. also what does 'you got a new toy for me' mean? aren't all of you too old to be playing with toys?

esteban ocon i know you're not that fucking naive fernando. stop fucking with them. fernando alonso but it's so much fun

lewis hamilton OH MY GOD! SOME THINGS ARE BETTER KEPT A SECRET MAE!

mae jones so my sister can write dress and scratches down daniel's back but i can't write about max's dick?

carlos sainz i am permanently scarred. some things i can't ever unhear.

george russell i am in shock

esteban ocon i need 3 to 5 business WEEKS to recover from this.

sebastian vettel i'm speechless and not in a good way

mick schumacher ignoring who the song is about and that i know the singer, it's good.

freya vettel a certified christmas bop

natalia ruiz I NEED THAT CHARLES DICKENS. YOU'LL BE SANTA CLAUS AND I'LL BE MRS. I'LL TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE, I'LL BE YOUR VIXEN. I DON'T EVEN KNOW I'M TALKING CHRISTMAS!!

daphne jones-ricciardo i know someday you two idiots will have children and i pray they never find this song. just like i pray they never find mine.

rowan todd digital footprint is real guys, just look at timothee chalamet, the superior french guy.

esteban ocon uh oh, i think they're fighting again. dulce perez alright, what'd you do this time gasly? pierre gasly why is it always my fault? dulce perez it's always your fault bitch, so what'd you do? pierre gasly i didn't do shit, this time, she's just mad because i ate the last croissant. natalia ruiz uh oh, i know those symptoms. charles leclerc the world is not ready for little pierres rowan todd i'm not pregnant (i think) pierre gasly what the fuck??? isabella perez ARE WE GETTING ANOTHER BABY?? SO CLOSE TO BABY LECLERC?? AWWW!! YES!!

max verstappen god i hope not. one mini charles we can handle but a mini pierre no please no.

taglist: @burningcupcakefire @arkhammaid @sunflower-golden-vol6 @applopie

¡leclerc-s speaks! shout out to @bb-swift who replied to nonsense and reminded me that a nonsense christmas existed. let's not talk about today's gp and use humor to cope. as a charles girlie i am struggling today as i have the entire season. i've also created a google form for people to fill out if you wish to be added to the taglist to any of my series.

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

[jonquilyst]

Day 7 - Socialization Day

It was an extra fiery start of this socialization day because Reagan (again) and Logan caught themselves on fire!! The Killer Cowplants seem to care about their teammates despite recent conflicts, because Cassie and Kenzie helped save Logan's life.

Cassie has been feeling rather forlorn since Aubrey's departure, but this famous streamer lives in the fast lane. She's been rather keen on Poppy (SL) and decides to reel her in... It was a success!

But afterwards Poppy was teased by Alexis (KC) for it...

Camden (SL) once again fell victim to Aster's (SL)... antics, but this time Lilium (SL) witnessed the whole thing and called Aster out on his BS; defending Camden in the process!

Oh? OH?? What do we have here? Anika (KC) flirting with Dahlia (KC) behind the bathrooms??? Too bad this is Total Drama, where EVERYTHING is on tape and privacy is nonexistent, but could this alliance be becoming more than just that?

Today's Confessional: Anika Patel

"Dahlia's adorable, there's no doubt about that, but she's so... naive. Hasn't she ever watched one of these shows before? It's dangerous to get too close to others, but that's exactly why I want her by my side... She's cute, and she's so clueless that she'll do everything I say! I never wanted to be here in the first place, but hey, if I'm gonna be in this game I might as well play, right? And Dahlia is just the toy I need to help me advance in this game."

@prismaticpotentia @akitasimblr @softle0 @wastelandwhisperer @micrathene-w @thebramblewood @simsinfinitylt @mayzie-grobe @seyvia @ashubii @comfyinn

[romeulusroy]

Cicatrix (Kendall Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Kendall, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,440

Warning/s: scars, scars mention, self-harm, self-harm mention

A/N: Baby girl!!! He deserved happiness and joy and I just love him!!! I've been feeling really bad about the scars that I have from not being in good place mentally so writing this is a teensy bit for therapy lol. I just know Baby Girl would love someone with scars so wholeheartedly 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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The intern, the one with the scars. Thats what Logan calls you. Behind your back, to your face, it means no difference to him. At first you were shocked, rightfully hurt. That was before you realized he could say whatever he wanted regardless of others emotions. Before you came to the conclusion you were the only human in a team of vultures. Carnivorous bastards, starved, left to watch him indulge. The one with the scars. As if that’s all you’d ever be, these marks on your body, massive reminders of all the things you’ve been through, survived, escaped. You wore long sleeves, even when the weather was sweltering. Your legs were always covered. You made sure your attire, your body, was safe from the cool air of the office, from the looks and stares of your co-workers. Sometimes your sleeve slid down, your pant leg rose up. Seconds of exposure were enough to catch his eye, to make yourself known. They all know who he’s talking about. There are scars on your hands, too. Everywhere you could reach, in those moments, were fair game. Raised, faint, but still noticeable. Always noticeable. Gerri couldn’t take her eyes off. You thought you were alone. Stupid. Foolish. Naive. You thought you were alone and you took off your jacket and your sleeves were rolled up. The heater was broken and blasting into the office. You just needed a minute, that’s all. She stopped in the middle of her sentence, an order, another coffee run. She never finished her thought. Karl followed close behind, a look of pity settling into his expression. A perfectly good body, wasted. Ruined. You’d seen that look before. By the time Frank had come in, you were already out the door, excusing yourself to the bathroom, your arm stuck in the sleeve of your suit. 

It made you want to scream. 

Where are they, the one with the scars? The statement sits in your head, sinking in the pit of your stomach, when you hide in various offices trying to catch your breath. Fighting back tears, poorly, that’s when you run into him. Forcefully, around the corner, your hands pressed into his chat before you can register you’ve just bumped into someone. He stands so solid, shocked, ripping off his headphones and sunglasses. You went down like a ton of bricks, unsteady on your feet, the tears falling before you could stop them, too ashamed to look him in the eye. The one with the scars. Thats’ all you were, would ever be, besides the intern who smacked into the boss’ kid. You. rightfully, feared his reaction. You’d only been working with Logan a few months, but you knew his emotional outbursts pretty well. The yelling, the anger, the slammed doors and name calling. That was on a good day. You flinched at the idea of what his children could be like. He held out his hand for a moment, then understood you weren’t looking, you weren’t comprehending, instead crying. He bent down, brown eyes wide, almost helpless. He had no idea what to do when people cried. Hed never learned to comfort anyone. A-are you hurt? D-did I hurt you? He checks himself and you for blood. No, no you just banged into one another. Then why were you crying. Oh, right. He knew where he’d seen you before, a few times. Running around the office, in competition like a dog with your peers. Interns were expendable limbs to his father. D-did my dad do this? He meets your eyes, his tone neither condescending nor angry. This struck a nerve you didn’t know he had. His hand was on your shoulder, burning through the fabric of your suit, all the way through to your skin, your scar tissue. You wanted to shake him off, wipe your tears, pretend nothing happened, but you were locked in place. Defeated. You just shake your head no, not wanting to cause any problems. No, no I’m okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- Don’t worry about it. He doesn’t mean to interrupt, he just can’t stand it. Of course Logan said something, of course he was making you cry, who else would do this? How many interns quit under him? Not enough. Everyone too afraid to stand up for themselves against him. He had to say something, anything, to get this to stop. The look on your face, it broke his heart, whether or not you’d intended it to. 

He had to say something. 

He climbs into bed beside you, pulling the blanket out from around you, a whoosh of cold air frozen against your exposed skin. It prickles. You giggle, falling into him, his warmth. He smells like the sheets, a familiar scent of detergent and a hint of sweet sweat. His smile is so easy, so careless, so bright, burying the two of you under the covers. He can’t take his eyes off you. The mess of your hair, the bags under your eyes, the creases of your face, all of it is a work of art. Proof of God. It’s rare he catches you in this state: comfortable in your own skin, comfortable with him. He can’t take his eyes off you, not wanting to miss a moment. You sleep like a baby squirrel. You had no idea what that meant, but it was cute, endearing coming from him, and he meant it as a compliment. A baby squirrel, curled into yourself, your head against his chest, your breathing shallow. You looked so serene, so sweet, the heat of your face warming his chest. He never wanted to leave you, ever. He wanted the whole world to fade away. Your first encounter was months ago. Neither of you expected it go anywhere near here, but it did. It did and you couldn’t be happier. Ken had said something to Logan, about making his interns cry. It didn’t change anything, not really, but he felt proud to have stood up to him for you. For the next week, he’d linger in the office, by his father, wanting to talk to you again, to have a real conversation with names, with plans. He liked you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not because you were sad or scared, but because you were thoughtful, even towards a monster. You wanted to protect a man without a soul. Anyone else would have thrown Logan under the bus, would have sacrificed him and cashed out. Thats when he learned what he’d been saying, what everyone was saying. The one with the scars? They’re just being sensitive. Even Gerri had shrugged at the comment, as if it weren’t appalling. Horrifying. As if his father hadn’t gone way too far. 

Kendall had seen all of your scars. Every single one. He’d touched most of them, running his fingers over the lines you couldn’t see, but could reach, the first of them before you realized you had a problem, the newest that brought you the most shame. It was hard to stop, to put and end to it. There were periods of rest, lasting months, possibly a year, but you always went back to it when life was cruel and there was no one to go to. He insisted you go to him, and you do, but you can’t burden him with everything. You can’t put all this on him. He doesn’t patronize you or get angry, ever. He’s never raised his voice at you. It would kill him to do so. He reminds you he’s there for you, always, that you have nothing to be ashamed of or feel guilty about. You’d been so afraid to show him your skin. The words flash into your mind every time you slipped off your jacket or unzipped your pants, the kind that everyone had been telling you your whole life. Everyone had something they were ashamed of. Sometimes it was outer, on the body, sometimes it was inner, in the mind. For him it was his blood, his name, his legacy. Scars were nothing. They didn’t shock him or scare him, he wasn’t disgusted by them like you’d been anticipating, they were just another part of you. Another part to love, to care for, to enjoy. After his little outburst, no one referred to you by that name again. They stared, of course, they couldn’t take their eyes off your hands, and arms, and legs. But they never said that horrible name again. Just yours. Just y/n. His y/n, you reminded yourself. You weren’t alone in this anymore. It was you and him now, together always.

[layla4567]

You know what I mean

quicksilver x reader

Summary: Y/n throws a hint at Peter that he doesn't know how to catch

Warnings: Fluff and Peter being a naive and silly child

It was a very cold winter day at school, you hated winter and weather like that. Everyone in the classroom was studying history class and they looked quite warm. You were wearing a beige hand-knit sweater with brown horizontal stripes, navy blue leggings and black fingerless gloves, yet your feet felt numb and you kept moving your legs rubbing against each other to try to get warm. Peter sitting next to you was wearing a brown jacket with a furry collar, black jeans and his typical glasses on his head. He was writing something on a notepad, you don't know what it was because you was concentrating on your own notes. Suddenly he rips the yellow paper from the pad and makes a small bun, the silver-haired boy looks up and looks around, especially in front as if he wanted to make sure no one found out. Without warning you feel that something soft hits your head, something fell to the floor. It was the paper that Peter had thrown at you. When you look up at him he looks at you with a toothless smile, trying to appear angelic. You raised the crumpled paper roll annoyed and sighing, when you opened it you could see that it was a poorly drawn drawing of the two of you (they almost looked like stick figures), Peter was holding your hand and for some reason your head was bigger than normal. Asshole. Above the drawing you could read the following words: Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got 'fine' written all over you.

When you finished reading the note you rolled your eyes and looked at him like an elephant looks at an ant, he smiled even more and made a heart with both hands. Although you thought the note was a bit stupid, you felt sorry to throw it away so you put it in your pencil case. Trying to suppress a smile at the thought of that funny drawing, you confronted Peter trying to sound tough.

"Are you kidding me?? Wasn't it easier to hand me the note? You're literally 30 centimeters away "- you spoke quietly so the teacher wouldn't hear

Quicksilver leaned closer in his seat to get closer to you and whispered with a smirk

"I like to make you angry"

He was trying to drive you crazy, you knew it and you knew you couldn't fall for his game but this boy made you desperate sometimes

"Oh yeah? And do you know what an angry person can do, Peter Maximoff?"

Your tone of voice rose a little more but still a whisper. Anyway Professor Howlett heard us and told them to shut up. You both turned to face uncomfortably, Logan could be a hard guy to deal with. But you wanted to return the trick to Peter so you made a drawing on a piece of paper that you tore from your notebook and in the same way that Peter did, you threw it at his head but this time with more force, so much so that the sprinter threw a groan of pain. Logan turned around annoyed looking at you two but especially at Maximoff. Peter blushed and tried to hide the paper that you had thrown at him and that now lay on the ground, stepping on it with his shoes.

"Fine, the next person who makes a noise I will send him to detention and what Charles does with you is no longer my business"- Logan growled angrily before turning around and continuing to write on the board.

Peter dragged his foot to lift the paper while rubbing his head, opening it he saw that it contained a drawing of a hand showing the middle finger and the phrase "Fuck you" on the side. Peter looked at you and you smilingly blew him a flying kiss.

The class continued more or less the same, that is, without any other setback. When it was recess time you went to return some study books to the library. There you found Alex doing the same.

" 'Sup y/n, I see you almost got in trouble "

Alex Summers wore a gray jacket with a hood, a white shirt of which only the collar was visible and a vest on top of military green, at the bottom he wore jeans and brown boots. When he spoke to you, he did it with his usual seductive smile as he leaned back on the shelves supporting one arm.

"That's right, you said it: almost. But it was not like that. It was all the fault of that goofy Maximoff anyway"

Alex chuckled.

"You can't blame him, that's just him. We all get used to it and accept it as it is"

"But do you know what he wrote me in that note?" He denied with his head

"'Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got 'fine' written all over you'. What the hell man.."

You imitated Maximoff's voice trying to use your deep voice and making faces.

The blond boy laughed out loud, bending his trunk and clapping his hands happily.

"It's not funny" - You became serious but your angry face was adorable

Alex wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"Oh come on you gotta admit it's so bad it's good"

Okay, tease if you want. I'm going to the yard. Do you want to come?

Alex appreciated your offer but said he was going to be busy studying for the exam he failed. Before going to the yard you went into your room to pick up a fleece jacket, you knew that as soon as you set foot on the front steps you were going to freeze. You patted the pockets of the jacket, inside there was a hair band from days ago, you had lost it and now you were happy to have found it. In the other pocket you kept a lip balm just in case, it was horrible to have chapped lips. You jogged toward the yard gate to warm up with your gloved hands in your pockets. You hopped down the stairs like children and on the last step you sat with your knees touching your chest and your arms resting on them. You looked at the sky tilting your head, there were not so many clouds but there was enough wind. Suddenly you felt a breeze very close to you, at first you thought it was the wind but when a boy in a beige jacket sat next to you on the stairs you turned your head surprised to look at him.

"You know you don't have to put "Fuck you" when you draw a hand showing the middle finger, right? That's redundant"

That was his kind and brilliant greeting

"I don't care"- you stuck out your tongue childishly

And that was your magnificent answer

You suddenly felt quite cold. You put your hands in your pockets and remembered your lip balm. You took it out of your jacket, uncovered it and put it on your lips. It was cherry flavored. Peter was looking at you out of the corner of his eye wondering what you were doing. While you spread the shiny balm on your lips, you already felt more hydrated. You covered the balm and were about to put it back in your pocket when you noticed Peter's penetrating gaze, he was looking at what you were holding in your hands as if trying to decipher some riddle.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Nevermind"

But Peter was so verbose that he couldn't shut up for a minute.

"Well yeah, I was wondering what the hell was that"- He said pointing to the bottle that you still had in your hand

"This? It's a lip balm. Have you ever seen one? What planet do you live on?"- you laughed

"I don't know, I don't use girly things"

Peter made a noise with his lips as if he wanted to spit something out, a kind of "Pfft" that ended in a giggle.

You were about to put the balm away again when Peter asked again

"And that thing... balsam or whatever. Does it taste like anything?"

In order not to be interested in "girly things" he asked a lot of questions.

"Why do you ask, do you want to buy one?" - you teased him

"Whaaat? Of course not. It's just curiosity"

You uncovered the balsam and showed it to him, it was fiery red.

"It's cherry flavor. Do you wanna try it?"

You used to not be this flirtatious with Peter but when you were around him his cheeky vibe rubbed off on you and you started acting more confident.

"Try it? Let's see"

Maximoff grabbed the balsam with a puzzled expression. He smelled it first, and a sweet aroma tickled his nose. Without thinking twice, he licked the shiny red surface, then made a disgusted notch, spit on the ground, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"This tastes like ass, eww"

You couldn't believe it, you thought Peter would take your hint but he didn't because he's clearly a boy and they never know how to take hints. You wondered if it was normal for him to be so clumsy

"Peter! You weren't supposed to lick it!!"

"But then what did you expect me to do?"-He shrugged

You let out an incredulous laugh as you stood up rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Ugh nevermind, dork"

You went up the steps two by two and entered the mansion with a quick step, while Peter looked confused as you left while still sitting on the stairs. Then he looked towards the horizon reflecting what made you so angry

"I don't think I'll ever understand girls, why are they so complicated?"

He sighed

Scott saw Peter in the distance and approached him with a lopsided smile.

"Hey Pet! Can I sit?"

"Yeah, go ahead dude"- he said discouraged

"Why do you have that downcast face?"

"You won't believe what just happened to me man, y/n was putting something weird on her lips..-"

"A lip balm?"- Scott cut him off

"Yes exactly, do you know them? Whatever, that smelled like cherries but tasted horrible, I'm sure you're wondering why I know it tasted disgusting and it's because I had asked her if it has any flavor and she replied that it tasted like cherry and said hey do you want to try it? and I said ok let's see what's up but when I licked it off it was more bitter than shit and I ended up spitting it out on the floor, I know it's disgusting. Anyway, she ended up getting mad for no reason and she left me here alone."

Peter sometimes spoke at the speed of light so it was hard to follow the thread of the conversation, but everyone at school was used to it by now.

Scott sighed and put a hand to his face.

"Dude, you're an Idiot"

Peter gasped

Hey! You are supposed to cheer me up not make me feel worse, now why am I supposed to be an idiot??- he crossed his arms with a frown

"She wanted you to kiss her, not suck on her balm like a retard."

"Ohh..THAT makes sense"

Scott shook his head laughing.

"Did you really not understand what she meant?"

Peter Maximoff smirked as he made that "Pfft" with his mouth again.

"Of course I knew what she meant, I was just kidding"

The silver-haired boy laughed out loud to cover it up, but the truth is that he had no idea that this had been a hint.

[mrbexwrites]

OC in 15

Thanks so much for the tag @surroundedbypearls! Logan sounds like a fun chap!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

Continuing into hell to edit and after I made this post about Nora, I wanted to focus on her some more!

“Holy shit! Bitch! I was beginning to get worried!” A hoarse voice yelled at me down the phone. “I know you said not to panic until a week had passed, but, girl, when I saw you go off with that guy and the state you were in...shit! Are you okay?”

“Where are you? I’m coming to you. This is going to be such a scoop! Jared is going to shit himself when he finds out!”

“A scoop! A first for Nora Ling! I can almost feel the Pulitzer in my hands! How do I look?”

“With me, is Deputy, uh, Deputy Ward of the Sheriff’s Office,” Nora quickly recovered. In her eagerness to land her scoop, she’d not gotten Ted’s name, so had to quickly squint at his name badge. “Deputy, can you confirm the rumours that you’ve found Amy?”

“But when I ran the plates a couple of days later, it wasn’t a cab. The car had been reported as stolen from a local resident in Luna,” Nora came up and slung an arm around my shoulder. “But the plates didn’t match the car listed on the DMV. So, chop shop, right? I went to the police in Albuquerque, but got poo-pooed. They wouldn’t even take a witness statement from me. So, I went to my boss at the paper, and he basically told me to go and take some photos at the dog fair.”

“Fuck!” Nora had finished her call. “Fuck! Fucking Courtnee Fucking St. Claire-James. Fuck. That fuck-face Jared, has taken the story, that I broke, from me, and is sending in Courtnee St.Claire-James to take over. Because she has ‘better screen quality and gravitas’. Fuck!” 

“I can dream. Just a ‘Nora Ling who broke the story’, you know? My scoop! My five minutes of fame, and introduction to investigative journalism. But Jared just erased me with a wave of his hand, and now Courtnee St. Claire-James is getting all the credit. Ugh!” 

“We’ll be there,” Nora had turned her attention back to the conversation. “Courtnee just posted that she can’t get anyone to comment from the Sheriff’s Department. I can’t imagine her face when I waltz in and get a quote from Sheriff Harris himself,” she smiled slyly, and also helped herself to one of my pancakes, having polished off her own. 

Nora watched him leave, and closed her laptop when she saw one of the photojournalist’s staring at her. She gave him the stink eye. “Yeah, that’s right buddy. The scoop was mine!” [...]“It’s a dog eat dog world in journalism. If you think none of them would push me into oncoming traffic for a chance to get inside the Sheriff’s Office, then you’re more naive than I thought.” 

“You know, she’s only the face of the Independent Chronicle’s social media department because her dad owns the paper, and paid for her boob job.”[...]“Of course! I’d kill to have those connections, and I’d rinse the hell out of them. Do you know how far ahead of my career I’d be if my dad owned a newspaper, or news channel? Why? Why did Ju-Long Ling have to be a dentist?!”

“Holy fucking shit!” Nora sounded as if she was screaming. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I have so much to tell you, but first; I need the deets. Tell me everything. Fill me in. I have five million followers who need to know!”

“I’ve...uh...I’ve stolen a copy of the letter. It was just lying out. I took a quick snap when the forensics guy put it down to fill in paperwork. Does that count as interfering with a crime scene?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Nora waved me away. “I’ve got releases for them. I’m not a monster. I have ethics, y’know.”

(On meeting Avery) “You know who I am!” Nora looked like she might  faint with happiness. “I was at one of your parties that you threw at Samson’s in twenty-eighteen. It was the best night of my life”

“I’m never drinking again,” she croaked. “Why are all the phones ringing at once?”[...]“I don’t understand how they are still upright,” Nora groaned. “Words in my head are too loud. I’m going to be silent forever.” [...]“Some booze,” Nora looked green. “You were behind the bar, pouring cups of tequila into the basin.” 

Passing the tag onto @kaylinalexanderbooks @warriorblood1 @andromedaexists @cowboybrunch @darkangel319 and open invite to anyone who wants to :)

[positivelybeastly]

Obrumpent: breaking; bursting

It was, in its way, inevitable.

No-one died on Krakoa. Not for long, not for ever. Not for anyone did the resurrection queue stop its endless churn.

He'd been pushed back, of course. On account of his indiscretions. That was the euphemism that had been used, since everything he'd done - and oh, that did mean everything - was with at least the tacit approval of the Council. It was a nice, tidy little word, the broom that elegantly swept the mounds of shit into a dustpan to be ignored.

But that was the problem with sweeping things away to be ignored, with the concept of a queue, of pushing back and not simply removing. Eventually, especially on an island of forever, the problem came home to roost.

And so it was that Henry Philip McCoy was, eventually, reborn.

The diseased mind of the Director of X-Force was long expunged, of course. The gross little grey cells that had formulated uses for Logan's body that not even the Weapon X program could conceptualise were gone, surely ignored even by the worms and the bacteria because it would make them sick. Left to rot in the morning, afternoon, and evening sun.

The McCoy that came back was a young thing, barely 22. Fit, strapping, handsome - in his way, the most beautiful he'd ever been. Light caught him in just the right way, every way, every time. It had caught them all off guard when the shell had cracked and there he was - they had forgotten, just, completely forgotten, yes, that was what he'd been. Who he'd been.

He was so . . . soft.

It had taken them a good long while to acclimatise him, to get him to settle down, to get him to simply be calm. He was skittish and unsure of himself, full of propulsive energy and yet completely without direction. He was a genius who didn't know anything, what could be a more frightening prospect? He was naive, helpless, innocent.

So there he stood, on the edge of the island, throwing stones across the water, trying to work it all out, trying to puzzle out just who he was.

And then, along, had come, Logan.

He'd simply sat and watched for a time. Taking in this cute little blast from the past. Taking in the warm, royal blue fur, the twinkle in his eyes. The body that was unmarked, untouched. Pristine. Clean. Soft. He was so soft.

Something inside of him snapped at that, and he'd broken his stealth. Walked right up. Pointed ears twitched, and baby blue eyes turned to take him in.

Fucker didn't even know him, really. Oh, sure, he recognised him, but know? No. No, this cute little thing didn't know him.

"Hullo there! Wolverine, isn't it? You know, I don't think we've properly met - except for Jeannie's funeral, but, well, that's hardly a social occasion, and besides, I think I have to look back on that very differently now, given everything that's hap - "

His eye bursts first. Logan's adamantium bones make sure of that. It's messy. It's rough. He falls like a wounded gazelle, a whimper of pain leaving him that should tear at Logan's soul, but oh he's too damned angry, he's way too damned fucking mad at this little bouncy scientist fuck, he couldn't care less that he's snotting and crying and crawling on his back away from him. Hank's never known a pain like this, a brutality like this.

He doesn't like to fight. Ain't that funny.

He works him over with the kind of cruelty that transcends hatred, the kind of cruelty that can only be born out of love betrayed and envy left to stew. Bones break. Lungs lacerate. Behind him, he's vaguely aware of the rest of X-Force standing by. Watching.

They don't participate. Not even Omega Red. Definitely not Colossus. But they do watch. They watch every time as Logan beats the poor little cute thing to death, his soft, squishy little body beaten and cut and abused until it's meat. Barely breathing meat.

Meat he kicks off the island into the water. Meat he watches drown. Meat he watches bob away into the distance.

Everyone knows exactly where Hank McCoy's gone the next day. No-one says anything. Down he gets pushed, all along the resurrection queue. It's getting shorter and shorter these days. Before long, he'll be back the next day.

He'll be back. Just as soft as before. Just as sweet to watch break and burst.

[transmutationisms]

People are also angry that Mencken seems gay - like ‘oh yeah make the only main character gay a fascist’. But like I think Mencken potentially being gay is extremely important to showing how right wing politics work. Mencken is against pocs, Jewish people, immigrants etc and fully endorses Christian doctrine. But he has an exception for himself and his own homosexuality. He’s using Christian narratives etc to further his own interests, selling it to naive voters who don’t know his sexuality. It’s exactly what many right wing politicians do today. Although Trump wasn’t arguably far right, he often criticised immigrants because it appealed to voters. Yet he himself was married to an immigrant. Right wing politicians will always see themselves as the exception to the rule.

mmm, i think the importance of the menckenroman homoeroticism goes even further than that actually. like, gay nazis very much existed and gay fascists still exist. there is nothing about being gay that prevents people from being fascists; in fact, there are certain strains of thought that explicitly defend homosexual identity & behaviour as the highest form of sociality between white, christian, usually bourgeois men. (lesbian fascists also exist obviously but since i'm specifically talking about mencken here i won't get into lesbian gender politics)

like, mencken may not identify as gay/bi (i doubt he does), especially publicly. but lusting after 'pure' white men is very much not contrary to his stated ideology; it's a logical endpoint of a politics that venerates whiteness and maleness. similarly, for roman, he's internalised logan's gender politics in which dominant, virile men are superior (who does the fucking vs who gets fucked) and part of the appeal of fascism for him is very much that it plays on this narrative of strength and manliness. mencken presents himself as the traditionalist, masculine defender of the white race and western civilisation; roman appears to him as a prize to be won, representing waystar and taking the form of the 'superior' race/gender. the two of them eyefucking each other is not an 'exception' to their political ideologies; it is an expression of them.

also wrt trump, i don't think his marriage to melania was an 'exception' to his politics either, or that his supporters saw it as such, because he and his ilk have never actually been opposed to immigration in itself. they are opposed to people they perceive as Other and inferior entering the usa, namely racialised people and poor people. although eastern europe has not always been considered 'acceptably' white in america, and is still sometimes exoticised in a way western europe is not, these days it is largely assimilated into whiteness in the american conservative imagination, and i don't believe trump's rhetoric was ever targeting people like melania, nor that his supporters believed it did.

[violet-amet]

mtas spoilers abound, with the knives out patch.

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Making sure to keep these separated before I actually talk about it.

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Ok, so spoilers time. What the dick Matilda! Also Miguel and pen are also traitors?! I didn’t expect them to actually be the baddies! And in turn that makes me feel so sad for burgess because that innocent and naive fella truly believed them. But he also when to take things in stride, for the time being. I can only imagine how he feels, with everyone that works for a seemingly righteous cause suddenly are revealed for have a more skewed view on it. I get it, change and all that, but boy, it’s been tough on him and everyone else in sand rock. And also I thought burg would had been the bad guy because he seems so innocent but lmao. Lol. He isn’t, atm I think. Lol nah I am willing to trust him.

It does seem that pen is ummarriageable in the game, but can be romance. I’m hoping that Miguel can be married, because I genuinely like him, because I get it, ya know? But this isn’t really for me, because I chose Qi, my smart as hell scientist with very low social skills, and he is perfect. He even acknowledges his flaws and wants to do better for the builder too, when married! So cute!

But I think it’s a shame that pen can’t be married. I’m sure there are many fans who would be bothered by this. At least one person has a chance with a redemption arc tho, which is Miguel, but let’s see how that plays out.

Oh and Elsie has a glow up! She looks like her beta self which is such a cool touch, and I love it! I hope to see more of this side of her now from here on! She is a good gal!

Also I do want to fight Logan again at some point. Maybe when he gets officially added to the roster of romanceable characters that it could happen. He is so much fun to fight against! And I want to fight pen again for no reason. Than shenanigans.

While yes there are a lot of bugs and errors, hell my marriage ceremony didn’t work unfortunately, I do enjoy this game a lot. It has a lot of potential that I hope gets better overtime esp the bugs and glitches.

Gotta wait tho until summer. Hehe. That’s fine by me.

Ya know there is one other thing I want to talk about, and that is Miguel’s appearance. Compared to the rest of the cast, he is the least attractive, with some features that do bother me, like his small hands, but I like how he looks tbh. There is quite a lot, mostly anatomy wise, that bothers me, but I still really like him because he is interesting as a character. I also think his face is fine, but the head body ratio bothers me quite a bit. Idk how to explain it. But it’s fine, I guess. If it wasn’t for the fact that he is a pastor, and I used to have very religious family members that worked as one, there is a lot about him that reminds me of my own family and church experiences, I’d choose him. He seems like he could be an utter sweetheart, with an unfortunately skewed view of the world, which is fair. And I think it’s interesting personally. But I may just be rambling. Hehehe.

[beauty-and-passion]

“Roleslaying With They-Have-The-Same-Name-It’s-A-Coincidence-I-Swear” honestly, I think that was original title for this 💀

Thank you anon, for allowing me to properly express my frustration for this series.

My problem is not with the series itself. The series is nice and enjoyable and it looks like there is a plot already planned, which makes me hope we won't see too many questionable things. Also, I know almost nothing of D&D/roleplay, so it's very interesting to see how it works. I want to see what Thomas & Terrence will do and what will happen the more the story goes on.

What frustrates me can be summarized in two points:

1) Thomas is still writing Sanders Sides, so every other work means hours he could've used to plan his main series instead

2) Thomas lied about this series

I would like to focus on the second point, because I can't fully decide if Thomas has been very naive, plain stupid or if he just hoped people have a short-term memory. Unfortunately for him, my memory works very well regarding stuff I like and if you people don't remember what happened, please allow me to refresh your memory too.

The video is "What is coming Up, Everybody", the date is October 9th 2021: Thomas is giving us some information about what’s in store for us. He tells us the next official episode they’re working on is the season finale (so I suppose the plushie episode is just a figment of my imagination), he’s telling us about skits with the Sides and then, he says something interesting: “pretty soon we are gonna be introducing a new series”. Roman is excited and Thomas replies with these words:

"Oh yeah, Roman, a little birdie told me that you, specifically you, are gonna love it."

You don't need a master’s degree to connect the dots. The way he says “specifically you”, the smiles and the tone of his voice all send the same message: something is coming and Roman will be involved.

We have another confirmation, when we finally see the first trailer of the new series: we don’t see it at the end of a random video, but at the end of a Sanders Sides video (the five years anniversary special). And in this trailer, we see our protagonist for the first time: he's a guy with brown hair, dressed in white and red, accompanied by a guy dressed in black and purple.

Thomas Sanders is a theater man. He knows the importance of color schemes and he definitely knows the color schemes he himself used for his series. He knows dark blue+black are for Logan, white+red are for Roman, light blue+brown are for Patton and so on. He knows these colors refer to these characters and uses them every time he impersonates said characters.

You don't believe me? Look at the photoshoots: Thomas might change clothes, but the color schemes stay the same. Janus is black and yellow, Remus is black and green, Virgil is black and purple. They are the Sides' colors and he perfectly knows it.

So we have a new series, presented at the end of a Sanders Sides video, with two main characters who have Roman and Virgil's color schemes. Is it really so impossible to connect them to Sanders Sides?

And even if you might've had a doubt, the series' name is "Roleslaying with Roman". Roman. I really doubt anyone on planet Earth would think “ah yes, this is completely unrelated to Sanders Sides”.

So we watch the episode, expecting references to Sanders Sides because literally everything told us it would be related to that series. But when the episode starts, we have a disclaimer that says: actually no, this guy isn't Roman from Sanders Sides. This guy, who has been presented for the first time in a Sanders Sides video, who has the same color scheme as Roman, who has the same name as Roman, who has a series whose name refers to Roman, is not Roman. Is a random character who coincidentally is called Roman just like the one from Sanders Sides.

Sigh.

Come on, Sanders. What am I, ten? You know I can still watch old videos and connect the dots, right? You know people have more than two neurons, right?

Honestly, I don't know what happened behind the scenes. It is quite clear that, when Thomas made the What is Coming Up Everybody video, this new series was supposed to be about Roman from Sanders Sides.

Then... who knows? Maybe Thomas & crew developed a plot+backstory for the character and realized it couldn’t work with Sanders Sides!Roman. It needed a brand new character. But the series was already called "Roleslaying with Roman", so they had to name the new character Roman as well.

That would explain why the plans changed but the guy kept being so similar to Roman and why, at the beginning of the new series, Thomas had to clarify he was a different guy.

If that's true, then I have even more questions, because I cannot figure out when they realized it. I mean:

The new series has been hinted on October 9th

The first trailer comes out on November 14th

The complete trailer comes out on November 23rd

The first episode comes out on November 27th

Since Thomas presented the series and made the trailers with all the possible references to Sanders Sides, he should've realized this character had to be different just before the first episode dropped. So he thought he was the same Roman from Sanders Sides... until a couple days before?

But it doesn't make sense, because he had to film+edit the video as well, right? And there are no references to Sanders Sides or Roman anywhere. So he should've known already when he made the video. So he definitely knew before November 23rd.

But then it makes even less sense, because if he knew, then why didn't he say anything before the episode dropped? Why did he remain silent? Why didn't he change anything like, you know, the character's name? Since this guy isn't Roman anymore, Thomas could've chosen another name - it's not like there aren't enough names in the world. And if he needed the same "sounds", some names are very similar to Roman, like Roland, Richard or Robert. Personally, I would've liked Roland a lot: "Roleslaying with Roland" sounds even better imho.

Or, if Thomas really really wanted to keep that name, he could've warned us way before the actual episode. Two measly lines on Twitter would've been enough. Even something like: "Hey guys, change of plan: the series will not be about Roman from Sanders Sides. I hope you will still enjoy and watch it". I think people would've watched the series anyway, even just out of curiosity.

But, honestly, I don't think Thomas & crew are so naive and disorganized, to realize the new series they're making isn't related to Sanders Sides. On the contrary, I think Thomas knew and he purposely didn't do anything to warn people before the actual start of the series.

Why? Money, of course. Thomas isn't stupid: he knows Sanders Sides is the main reason why people follow him. He knows that, if people believe Roleslaying is connected to Sanders Sides, they will watch it. And so, when he realized he couldn't connect them, he kept Roman's name as bait, to convince people to watch Roleslaying. Simple as that and way more plausible than not realizing the thing you're working on is different from another series.

This baffles me, because it's both a very clever and a very stupid move. It's clever, because he's using his best show to introduce a new one. And it's stupid, because his public isn't made of adoring kids with no memory, who happily accept everything he says.

And I think he knows. He must know. I refuse to believe he's so stupid and naive to think people would just shrug and ignore everything he said without saying a word.

Maybe he just underestimated his fans. I don't know. What I do know is that I would've appreciated a simpler, honest approach, instead of trying to bait me with false promises.

[thatgenderlessentity]

Remus- Yeah, like you would trust my opinion anyway.

Janus- What? What are you talking about?

Remus- Back at the Dark sides, you all didn't trust me like I was-

Janus- Gonna get us killed?

Remus- Incapable. Like I couldn’t handle myself. Like you didn't trust I was in control!

Janus- You call this control! You're angry, you're more unstable than ever and you've been acting like... not you. I know you wouldn't be okay helping kill all these people.

Remus- Yes, I would.

Janus- No, because you're not...

Remus- What? The bad guy.

Janus- Oh, don't be cliché.

Remus- And don't be naive. Not long ago, I used to attack people for fun. Innocent people. Or did you forget that? And do you know why I did that? Because why should I be the only one who gets to suffer?

Janus- You don't-

Remus- And what about when Thomas found out about me.

Janus- That's not-

Remus- Or when I was alone with Logan?

Janus- You're not-

Remus- I'm built for this! And you know it!.. And I know it! I know it'll be worth it in the end, even if I'm the bad guy.

Janus- And I know you’re wrong.

Source: Fool's Gold

[latenitewaffles]

So, those space asks?

Yeah. All of them.

Go nuts.

Logan i am platonically kissing you rn. Just doing the ones I haven't answered yet :-)

[Ask Game]

🚀 Rocket - What do you do when you get new ideas midway through a story?

Ha! Ha ha! I have barely written the OPENING of a story, let alone gotten to a midpoint.

🛰 Satellite - Do you have a character who is very dependent on another character? Is it healthy or unhealthy?

Nate/Webslinger is developing an incredibly unhealthy dependence on their Unnamed Symbiote... it WILL bite him on the ass. Oh, and if it wasn't obvious... the Symbiote WILL fuck up his relationship with the X-Men, especially his boyfriend, Bobby, who won't take lightly to Nate hospitalizing his brother.

On the healthier side of things, Amity Eliste, my Fire Emblem lord oc, depends on her army in a similar way to Marth. Everyone looks up to her, sure... but she couldn't have done half the things she's done without her army, and especially without the direct support of her brother, Orin, and their retainers, Junia and Lanius.

🪐 Saturn - What do your characters think about marriage? Are any of them married?

Hugi Feroxi is a massive hopeless romantic. The man is obsessed with everything romantic and really wants to get married and settle down one day... it's too bad the man he wants to be with is obsessed with finding his way back to the human world.

☀️ Sun - Who is your most cheerful and positive character? Why are they like that?

I'd say it's Cyrus the Manakete. Despite being practically immortal, and having made and lost plenty of friends over the last millennia, he genuinely likes making as many friends as possible, even though humans have much, much shorter lives than he does. Some of his species may call him naive, but... it's nice for him to be able to carry the memory of so many people with him.

[feralego]

@wristful / @timetell sent "an exploratory kiss,  testing the waters between them" 

Luz jumps a little when she hears Logan's unexpected, 3 am entrance into the kitchen, but she warms at the sight of him. Happy to see that she'd not been the only one unable to sleep; happy in a bittersweet way to share the misery of insomnia with someone.

Even if it means she'd been caught in her little pajama shorts and camisole, her robe abandoned on the counter by the fridge to keep the too-long sleeves clean and clear of the stovetop.

"Hot chocolate?" she asks him, her voice too quiet for how far they are from the sprawling bedroom wings of the Westchester mansion. An old habit carried over from when she'd still lived with her step-father. "We just got marshmallows today. I threw the old ones out so Sean would stop throwing them at Josh."

Logan tells her, yes, he'd like some, and Luz pours a little extra milk, sugar, and chocolate into the pot on the stove, stirring it all together. And they chat a bit--avoiding the topic of what, exactly, was keeping them up--while Luz takes care not to scald the mixture.

They move to the window bench in the breakfast nook when the drinks are poured, and silence finds them there, weaving into the space between them while finish. It gets comfortable there, wound around them and holding them close. Working in tandem with the chill from the old windows to draw them closer together, until their knees bump together; until the sides of their thighs are flush against one another.

Luz blushes a little--literally glows a little--looking down into her lap, and her hair falls forward from where it had been tucked behind her ear. But Logan lifts a hand and sweeps the strands back into place, as though he can't stand not to look at her.

Pulling her head back up, she wets her lips and looks at him. Really looks at him.

Logan is familiar. He's a good friend. A comfortable companion. And she's not so naive as to not notice the way he watches her. But she's never really-- She's never really felt anything like this for him. And she is curious.

And so she moves in to kiss him, and she tastes the sweetness of the sugar and the warmth of the vanilla and the bitterness of the chocolate all lingering on his lips. All things she'd put there; things she'd given him to enjoy.

Perhaps she is one more thing she can give him, if he'll let her

Suddenly she's shifting, rocking further over onto her hip, one leg curling up onto the bench beneath her to get a better angle. A hand gripping lightly against his pajama top and the other laid gently against his face.

And just as Logan's shaking hands begin to stake claims of their own--one finding the curve of her hip, the other snaking around behind her waist--her empty mug thuds against the old rug on the floor, startling her for the second time that night, pulling her out of the moment and away from Logan.

Her heart beating furiously in her chest, she gets to her feet in record time, plucking the unbroken mug up off the floor with a rush of adrenaline.

"--oh, thank god," she breathes after examining the porcelain for chips, scuffs, anything that would have spelled trouble for her in her old household, all the while, her limbs fading in and out of view.

Only then, once she's sure there'd been no damage, does she look back at Logan, expression sheepish and half-transparent. Ghostly.

"I-- I'm sorry."

He won't see her again until the afternoon.

[ebbarights]

alright so people won't be annoyed at me liveblogging a three day old episode with thoughts they have already seen a million times i will compile all my thoughts into one post so you can just skip this

SHIV PREGANTE??? i was 80 percent sure this was happening but i'm still fucking surprised just like with logan's death

the intro sounds soo fucky. like i thought there was something wrong with my speakers but this happening right after logan's death I LOVE IT

hiam abbass in intro we love to see it

i feel like i do have to add (since no one will read this anyway) that the reason it has taken this long for me to watch it is that i really really think watching succession is bad for me. like it kind of counts as self-harming behaviour i think. but yesterday i went on a long walk that really helped and now i feel more equipped for the episode. let's see if it undoes all the progress!!

MARCIAAAAAAAAAA MY LONGEST YEAH BOI EVER

this really is the season of hugs

'i'm sure it'll crush me eventually' 'pre-grieved' relatable repression king

my one wish for when the show is over is that someone makes a greg-less cut. just remove all of the scenes where greg's there

first sympathetic karl moment

the HEAVY swedish accent oskar has i love it

willa absolutely slaying that dress and marcia. queen on queen violence

krank real

'i have been worried that this was gonna happen for ages' real. whenever anything bad happens i have already anticipated it and so my emotions never feel real in the moment? like i've practiced them already so often that it's hard to feel something u know

kind of weird to say and probably gonna bite me in the ass later but it really seems like kendall is the most well-adjusted of all of them

'he's a bit racist' interesting use of present tense there roman. sure you've pre-grieved enough

kendall's second name is logan officially confirmed huh

frank openly laughing at greg i loooove it roman fully saying he hates him i am so here for this

is it real motif showing up yet again

i actually can't bear this frank kendall dialogue

did frank say 'he left you' or did he say 'he loved you'

roman just immediately leaving when tom shows up. same

i never would've guessed that shiv would blame herself. honey being on the plane didn't kill him. but it makes so much sense that she feels left behind and alone

i still want to know about how shiv and tom met and what that difficult time was

like i fully believe tom loves shiv and that he means what he says when he tries to comfort her. but with the background of his one ally being dead there's just no way that shiv can believe a word he says, and it's gotta be at least one motivating factor for him

DOG WITHOUT IT'S PERSON roman take a look at that mirror and see what you might find in there

clogged toilet -> bodily fluids motif really all the motifs making a comeback this episode

why is shiv like half a head taller than roman her heels aren't that high

STEWYYYYYYYYYYY

KERRYYYYYYYYYYYY

greg stop talking about being distasteful you fully asked for a job while logan was in a coma

i love roman being nice to kerry maybe i'm naive but i can't see an ulterior motive for that? unless he wants to be like logan oh my god please don't please no

romtom real (also i just accidentally typed rimtom. accidentally? guess we'll never know)

stewy lore his dad is 95 and is 'normal' enough to just randomly sue his neighbour

KENSTEWY REAL

haunted house motif real

i love willa's mom

roman's joking about growing old sharing a bed with his siblings like charlie and the chocolate factory but i'm serious i want that. in my life. both for them and for me and my friends

roman yet again being the only one who thinks about connor. at all

helping old ladies cross the street somebody kill me

roman admitting he betrayed them just so he can get a shot at ceo. well at least he told them himself?

here's the thing i kind of think kendall's right about shiv not really working but. god emotionally i will kill him for you shiv. cutting her out again?????

'i'm not trying to fuck anyone' ace king

shivshivshivshivshivshiv

GREG I LOATHE HIM

SHIVSHIVSHIVSHIVSHIV

connor's mom?????

jesus kendall. i knew he would do this but jesus.

once again the end titles music is so fucking amazing.

[measuringbliss]

My review of Succession S1

Okay, here's the thing: the show mostly sucks for me. I'm not talking "fun" sucks, I'm talking "when it's not effective, it's boring as fuck and misses the mark at every corner". The performances are great! The cinematography is fine although the color palette is dreary and a lot of scenes are just too dark for my poor screen. The soundtrack is uninteresting: you've got a few songs, but then the one lyricless track is the opening, and it gets derivations about once or twice during the episode, sometimes slower or whatnot. It's uninteresting, it's flat, it's *there* and that's it.

My issue is the story. It's centered around the two most uninteresting, unfun, déjà vu, boring characters of the show. The dad who's a jerk, hates everyone and whose kids are terrified of? Scandal did it better. In seven seasons, Papa Pope was overly used but at least he was still somewhat interesting. After two episodes, I was already sick of Brian Cox and his grumpiness. Oh, his kids are trying to overthrow him? Bet they're gonna fail again and again. Oh, he's above the law? That's something I've never seen. /s

And then you've got Kendall, who plainly sucks. He sucks, he sucks and he sucks. Oh, the son who's got a heart but who's too weak-willed to face his dad? Who has been in rehab once and gets back into his addiction mid-season? Who honestly believes everything's going to work out his way when he's incompetent af? Who causes his own demise? OH MY GOD. HE'S SO UNINTERESTING. SHOW MORE OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS. Show me bitchy Gerry, who fakes her loyalties whenever she needs to, only tries to get the best deal and generally acts like your lesbian aunt who's done with humanity. Show me Martia, the step-mother who obviously has plans for her son to inherit the riches, doesn't try to hide it and throws random (and accurate) French in her sentences just because she can. Show me Connor, who's Trump but hot and naive. Show me Siobhan, who's doing her best boss bitch impression without really believing in it and turns against her family for her political carrier. Show me the Evil Bitch of the West, as Siobhan calls her, her mother who's deliciously bitchy and funny. Show me literally any other characters than those two who don't provide anything exciting or new or fun to follow! Ep 9 was my favorite episode because it's just every characters planning stuff and being bitchy with each other. It works! It's great! But then Ep 10 is flat, predictable, slow, full of missed opportunities, it's a slog and I shouldn't feel the need to press forward whenever Logan or Kendall are on screen.

Fuck this. Scandal was better. Succession seems like an intellectual show because the characters mention stock markets, have ambiguous discussions and it spends far too many scenes on Kendall's relapse, but at least Scandal knew that Olivia and Eli Pope weren't the *only* characters, it knew to make things thrilling even to the point of ridiculousness, and it had a banger soundtrack too!