#robot bubs

[algusunderdunk]

Robot Bubs from Space Sweepers.

I LOVE YOU TRANSFEM ROBOTS I LOVE THE IDEA OF COMING INTO EXISTENCE AS A GENDERLESS BEING AND STILL ASSERTING YOUR FEMININE IDENTITY FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN THAT IT FEELS RIGHT AND IT MAKES YOU HAPPY

[puttinghomestarinplaces]

Put on the homestar runner in Robot jones

I REALLY, REALLY LOV THIS ONEEE

[peagnut]

[hannyoontify]

seventeen '96 line as things that have made my heart flutter

warnings | smidge of jealousy during hoshi's

notes | source? erm possibly my own... experiences from the past..... ;;; not proofread

p.s. i recommend reading these as situationships/pre-relationships

95 line | 96 line | 97 line | maknae line

jun - a kiss on the cheek while taking pictures in a photo booth

“ooh this frame looks cute! do you wanna do this one?”

jun smiled at your energy. “whatever you want, bubs. i’m following your lead.”

he stood back as he watched you take the lead, clicking through the different settings of the photobooth. when you finished, you rushed over to his side with an excited smile. “okay, quick! there’s a timer and we have to finish within that time!”

the big, red number began to count down and the two of you stood against the wall. outstretching two fingers, you made posed for the camera and jun followed your example. the machine made a loud click sound as it took the first photo.

“again! okay, what pose should we do next? ooo! jun, grab the kitty hairbands!”

the next few snapshots were taken of you and jun posing with the kitty hairbands provided by the store. jun made a loud meow for one, making you burst into laughter, which the camera caught perfectly in time. jun, with his handsome face scrunched up mid-meow and you, your mouth wide open and your eyes closed as you laughed.

“eww! i hate that photo, we’re not choosing that one.” you said mid-giggle. 

“why? it’s cute. i think it explains our dynamic perfectly,” jun grabbed you by the shoulder and tugged you closer to him. “okay, last one. cheese!”

the screen began counting down again and you leaned closer into jun’s shoulder, getting ready to pose for the camera again. as the number got closer to zero, jun glanced down at you, frozen still, waiting for the camera to take the last photo.

“4… 3… 2…. ” the robotic voice from the machine counted down.

taking a deep breath, jun closed his eyes shut and dipped his head. it was a quick kiss, so soft and gentle, like cloud resting on the peak of a mountain. brief moment of contact before drifting away. 

jun’s lips felt soft against yours and you let a soft gasp. your jaw dropped in surprise as the camera flashed with another loud click. 

your knees wobbled, as if gravity had suddenly shifted around you. there was tightening feeling in your chest as you looked over at jun. he looked at you with a gentle, apologetic smile.

“sorry, i should’ve asked.”

the world seemed to still, each beat of your heart pounding loudly against your chest. the way jun was looking at you sent a cascade of warmth spiraling through your entire body and you smiled.

“it’s okay… i liked it.”

hoshi - grabbing you by the belt loops of your jeans

you could feel someone’s heavy gaze set on you and you already knew whose set of eyes the stare belonged to. listening to your other friend talk about his chemistry lab with a really hot dude, you glanced over your shoulder and made instantly eye contact with soonyoung.

he was on the other side of the gym, his elbows resting on his legs as he watched you with an unreadable look in his eyes. deciding to be obnoxious, you stuck your tongue out at him and his lips tugged up into a tight grin, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes like they usually did.

“sorry, but i think one of the teachers are looking for me.” you dismissed yourself from the small circle of friends. your friends waved you good bye and turned back to resume their gossiping session where they were trying to decide whether the hot guy from one of their chemistry labs swung both ways.

you jogged across the gym, dodging equipment and other students and staff who were getting ready for the annual homecoming rally. you and soonyoung both applied to asb your sophomore year of high school, desperate for some kind of extracurricular to pad your college application with. although being in your school’s asb came with a lot of responsibilities, it was fun when you did it with your friend(? situationship?).

soonyoung was sitting at the bottom bench of the bleachers, his face resting on his palm and his eyes watching you intently as you approached him. 

“what’s got you pouting? did seungcheol yell at you again?” you stood in front of him with your hands resting on your hips and a small smile. “come on, cheer up soonie. i promised to buy you frozen yogurt after this.”

he pushed himself up to his feet, now towering over you with his height. “you promised to do the banners with me.”

soonyoung’s bottom lip jutted out in an almost adorable way and you physically stopped yourself from cooing at him. 

“is that why you’re upset? because i ditched you and the banners?” you smiled and soonyoung nodded.

“you left me to hang out with those…” his words faltered and you glanced back to see the group of friends still gossiping. the discussion seemed to be getting pretty heated with the way you could hear seungkwan’s voice steadily growing in volume.

“them? we were just–“ you turned back to face soonyoung when you felt a gentle tug on your waist. stumbling forward, you now stood barely inches away from him. “soonyoung, what-”

he tried his best to avoid eye contact, his eyes darting around the gym as he nervously licked his lips.

“wndedootbewsjfhme...” soonyoung mumbled. his grip tightened on your belt loop, pulling you closer to him, your body now grazing his. 

“h-huh? wh… i can’t hear…” it was your turn to avoid eye contact now. your heart hammered against your chest, fast and hot in anticipation.

“i said… i wanted you to be with me…” soonyoung muttered. his ears were flushed, a bright shade of red that brought a small smile to your face.

“w-what, are you jealous or something?” you teased as an attempt to cover up how loud your heart was beating in your ears. 

soonyoung grinned. his shy and timid demeanor from seconds ago was nowhere to be found. in it’s place was the soonyoung you knew, complete with the overly confident and cocky smile accompanied by the mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“what if i am? is that going to change anything?” 

wonwoo - leaving his game to give you attention

“wonwooooooo” you cried out. wonwoo let out a small grunt in response. “i’m boreddddd”

you perched yourself on the edge of his desk, watching his focused eyes stare at the monitor in front of him. his fingers were moving at a lightning fast speed, but his facial expressions demeanor seemed to scream calm and relaxed.

“you’re bored?” wonwoo echoed your last words and you nodded. although his eyes never left his screen, you could tell he was paying you the utmost attention he could currently afford. “hmmm… how can we fix that?”

leaning your head on wonwoo’s shoulder, you pouted. “i want you to play with me, not your games.”

wonwoo laughed. the corners of his eyes had a slight wrinkle and you felt something tugging at your heartstrings. “is that right?”

with a few clicks of his mouse, his monitor turned dark and his pc chirped, alerting him that the system had been shut down.

“wha-? you were in the middle of a game-“

wonwoo took off his headset and ruffled his hair with a hand, trying to fix it after hours of wearing a headset. “doesn’t matter. you’re more important.”

you felt your breath catch in your throat as you felt heat creeping up your skin, reaching your cheeks and the tips of your ears. 

woozi - initiating pda in public first

it was loud. the football stadium was packed with students decked out in school spirit, and you could barely feel your fingertips from the biting cold.

“jihoon…” your fingers tugged on his sleeve and jihoon spared you a glance before leaning closer to you to hear you better in the loud crowd. “i’m cold...”

he looked at you and smiled. “told you to bring a jacket.”

“this is a jacket!” you retorted. 

“this?” jihoon laughed. you could see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he looked over your outfit. “honey, this jacket is basically a cropped top on steroids. you seriously expected this to keep you warm in this weather?”

you felt the tips of your ears burning at the new nickname he called you, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. that wasn’t the response you expected–or wanted.

“you’re being mean!” you whined, but a small laugh escaped your lips at the way jihoon faux-frowned at you. you lightly shoved his shoulder. “i’m being serious, it’s not about the jacket.”

jihoon raised a brow. “what could this possibly be about then?”

“it’s about…” you trailed off and shook your head. “never mind. it’s nothing.” 

you crossed your arms over your chest and turned back to face forward. a wave of embarrassment washed over you, serving as a wake up call. sure, you and jihoon had some thing going on, but you felt silly for expecting him to hold your hand or hug you in front of almost the entire school.

jihoon was a private person. that was a fact that you knew that better than anyone else. he wasn’t one to initiate physical contact when it was just the two of you, let alone in the middle of a busy high school football game.

“[name],” jihoon spoke quietly in your ear, his warm hand grazing against yours. “[name], look at me.”

when you didn’t respond, he let out a small puff, followed by a small laugh. 

“c’mere” jihoon muttered. he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you closer to his side. “they say sharing body heat helps.”

 you stared blankly at him. the colony of butterflies in your stomach seemed to migrate to your heart and you swallowed thickly.

“wh- what if someone sees?”

jihoon let out a half snort. “let them see. i don't care”

note: jihoon had extremely red ears during this entire exchange, and no, it wasn’t because of the cold. trust me. 

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[starkeyvhs]

Okay would you be willing to write a blurb/one shot where sage feels left out or overlooked and gets sad about it? Like maybe she accomplished something at school but it gets pushed to the back because the youngest comes in with his accomplishment and everyone focuses on that? And then Rafe and reader realize what’s happening and comfort her 🥹

I absolutely love this oh my heart 🥹 thank you for this lovely req anon!! <3 my inbox is open for all kinds of asks and reqs for the cameron family :)

overlooked

PAIRING: the cameron family universe

SUMMARY: after a big accomplishment gets overlooked, sage is comforted delicately by her parents.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: middle child being overlooked; lot of usage of nicknames; rafe and reader don't seem like the best parents but they redeem themselves towards the end :)

EDITH SPEAKS: this goes out to any middle child who felt neglected by their family. please know no matter what, you are seen and heard 💞 if you enjoy reading, reblogs and feedback are always highly appreciated! ☁️

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The beaming on her face just can’t be stopped, the smile as bright as the shining sun. Sage is practically skipping along the sidewalk, her headphones playing Cage the Elephant in her ears and her hands holding her precious certificate. 

For representing her school in a major robotics competition, not only did she come first, but also secured a major cash prize! A project that was a vision since she was a kid was finally brought to life by her own hands and was presented at the competition. She got loads of compliments, and most of the evaluators told her they see her going very far in life. 

Sage reaches her home, slowly walking inside the open front door. She saw her dad’s car outside, which excites her a little bit, cause now she gets to show this to both her parents together. 

She makes her way through the house, but it’s all silent. She can’t find anyone in the kitchen, or in the living room. Confused, she begins to make her way upstairs, and the muffled sounds of her parents and Orion are audible to her as she climbs up and up. 

The door of Orion’s room is slightly ajar, and she peeks inside to indeed see both her parents with her younger brother. 

“Mom, dad–” she opens the door and steps inside, but the moment she keeps her first foot, her momma, with the biggest smile on her face, practically runs up to Sage and brings her inside with her hand around her wrist. 

“Look! He came first in his art competition!” Momma says, the biggest grin on her face as she shows Sage Orion’s trophy. He’s sitting in his dad’s lap on his small bed, rambling on and on about the competition today, and his dad is looking at him as if he’s the brightest shining star. 

“... and then the teacher called my name! And said I won the first prize!” Orion says, and his dad laughs at his ecstatic energy. 

“Good job kiddo,” he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

Momma sits down next to the two, gently smoothing a hand over Orion’s blond hair. “Yeah, good job,” she hums, pressing her own kiss to his cheek which causes him to shy into his dad’s chest. 

“Uh so guys–” Sage begins speaking, hiding her certificate behind her back, a sense of hopefulness spreading in her as she begins to speak but it dies down when she gets cut off. 

“Sage Sage you know what I drew?” Orion jumps out of his dad’s lap and gets closer to his sister, gently tugging on her pants. Sage puts on a smile and gently ruffles his hair. 

“No, what did you draw bub?” She asks softly, smiling at him. 

“I drew a landscape, from our trip to the mountains last summer,” he grins, looking up at his sister with big bright blue eyes. 

“Oh yeah? I’m proud of you baby.” Orion will always be close to Sage’s heart, no matter what. 

“My drawing is downstairs I’ll bring it up to show you,” he grins and dashes out of his room before he can say anything else. 

Sage watches him run off, and decides to take this moment to talk to her parents. 

“So uh, mom, dad-” she begins, but she’s cut off, again. 

“Oh!” Momma says almost immediately, standing up on her feet and already making her way out of the room. “I have a pot of soup on the stove Orion will definitely knock it off!” She says over her shoulder, her voice echoing off the walls of the hallway. 

Sage feels a strain in her chest but she swallows it down, turning her attention to her dad. It’s okay, she still has her dad to tell this to.  

But this time, before she can even open her mouth, her dad’s phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket and mutters a soft ‘oh god’ under his breath, and picks it up. From his voice and his tone, Sage already knows this is going to be a long call, and well, he’s walking out of the room too, but doesn’t leave without gently smoothing a hand over Sage’s hair once. The action is soft and comforting, but it all fades away when she realises she’s all alone in her brother’s room; a room she entered absolutely grinning to show her certificate to her parents, but now a room which is left with only her, and her dream of watching her parents gush over her achievement. 

Sighing softly, she pads out of the room, the certificate held between her nimble fingers. She catches the voice of her momma and Orion laughing from the kitchen. He never came back upstairs to show her the drawing, which she genuinely, despite the circumstances, wanted to see. 

Sage enters her room and quietly closes the door behind her, keeping the certificate on her desk. She makes her way over to the window which faces the backyard, and spots her dad walking back and forth, still on call, and his loud hand gestures tell her he’s not happy with someone. 

Sighing softly, she plops down on her bed, her sneakers still on her feet but she doesn’t care. Turning onto her side and curling her knees closer to her chest, she quietly closes her eyes, trying to get her mind off of what just happened. 

I’m proud of myself, and that’s all that matters to me.

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Sage doesn’t realise when she falls asleep to her own thoughts, her body curled in the exact same position hours later when it’s dark outside. 

She did hear Leo coming at her door to call her downstairs for dinner, but her mind was too bleary and sleepy to process anything. What she doesn’t realise is now her parents are at her door, softly knocking at it. 

“Sage?” She hears her dad, and forcefully opens her eyes and slips out of her bed, trodding over to the door and opening it. The light from the hallway makes her squint her eyes, so she simply just turns around and makes her way back to her bed, laying on it again. 

“Hey sweets, you didn’t come down for dinner,” she hears her momma saying softly, who sits down next to her and gently runs her hand over her hair. 

“Yeah, is everything okay-” her dad begins speaking, but he gets cut off when he sees something sitting on her desk. He picks it up and reads over it, his eyes widening as he takes in the information. 

“Baby…” he says softly, giving momma the certificate for her to read too as he himself settles down next to Sage’s curled body. 

“You won a cash prize? And came first?” comes her momma’s voice. Sage buries her face into her pillow, her back to the two of them. 

“It’s no big deal,” she mutters into her pillow quietly. She can hear her dad sighing softly at her words, a moment of silence falling over the three of them. 

“Can you sit up for us, baby?” Her dad asks her softly. She recognises his tone: it’s the tender tone he only uses with her momma and her. 

No one else.

Sage slowly sits up, her back pressing to the headboard of her bed as she looks at both her parents sitting side-by-side, looking at her with similar gentle smiles on their faces. 

“Come here baby,” Her dad says, his tone still carrying the same tenderness from before. It’s the voice she can never deny or ignore; the voice that pulls her close to him and his warmth. It’s the voice she wishes her future husband would use with her the way her dad uses it with her momma. 

She doesn’t say anything as she shifts closer to her dad, who pulls her into his arms, allowing her to snuggle into his side. Sage feels her momma’s hand gently rubbing over her back which soothes her even more in her dad’s hold. 

“We’re so proud of you,” her momma says softly, and she nuzzles her face into the expanse of her dad’s chest. “You’re only 14, yet you have the sharpest mind we’ve ever seen. We’ll always be so proud of you,”

“Yeah,” her dad says, who also presses a kiss to her forehead. “I know one day you’re going to be so successful,” 

Sage lifts her head to meet her dad’s gaze, who’s looking down at her with the softest look in his eyes. “Yeah?” She murmurs quietly, almost with the tone of a 5 year old Sage. 

“Yeah,” her dad says, and the way he says it with such conviction causes her chest to tighten. Her dad’s smile softens even more, and he gently tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I love you guys,” she says softly and buries her face back in her dad’s chest. She feels her momma gently wrapping one arm around her frame as she rests her head on her dad’s shoulder. 

“We love you too baby,” her momma whispers, and Sage melts in their hold. “We always will.” 

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[lemonsprite]

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 (𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞) 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: he’s so sorry!! Word count: Warnings: angst I suppose <\3 (but also comfort) and not beta read TT I have horrible grammar A/N: needed to put a break in bc this bitch is too long!!!!!!!! I want Hugh Jackman on a primal level

Logan’s back was killing him. He was hunched over a barstool, currently nursing a Pilsner while drowning in self pity- not like he had much else to do at the moment.

“I’m cutting you off man, you look like shit.” Remarked the bartender, looking down at Logan with sickening pity. “Go home.”

“Don’t have one.” Logan bite back, his voice no louder than a grumble as he sulked. That was a lie. He had a home, with Charles, and Scott, and Ororo, and a hundred other mutants but all of that was a faraway thought for Logan. No, all he really cared for right now was how much he missed your warm bed. He missed his home, your home.

The bartender raised a disapproving eyebrow at Logan and he could tell when he wasn’t wanted.

Groggily and very drunk, Logan stood from the barstool, holding onto the counter of the bar for help as he made his way to the front door, the bright illuminated ‘open’ sign causing his eyes to squint and the already tell tale signs of a killer hangover tomorrow to kick in.

Outside was dead silent, even the crickets seemed afraid to chirp in the presence of Logan as he stumbled his way down the street to an old rain rusted payphone, covered in shitty aged graffiti.

The humid summer air stuck to Logan’s skin, and he slapped at his neck, attempting to kill a pesky mosquito as he fumbled for his wallet.

Logan’s leather wallet that was held together by a single string only contained two things.

One- a very very expired drivers license, and two- a crinkled old Polaroid of you, smiling happily five years ago when you and Logan first met. On the back, scribbled in almost illegible chicken scratch was a slew of numbers, numbers his shaking fingers began to dial on the old payphone.

Logan brought the receiver up into the ear, doing the old song and dance when it came to shitty pay phones like these before the robot operator instructed him to say his name into the phone.

“It’s Logan, sorry to bother Bub… I know it’s late.” He mumbled quietly into the receiver, playing anxiously with the long coiled line of the phone.

Patiently he waited for one second, then two before the stress relieving sound of a click could be heard from the other end.

“Is everything okay Logan?” You asked, your voice soft, half asleep, and full of worry.

Logan paused for a moment, thinking over his next words as best as his intoxicated mind could.

“Yeah… yeah there’s just a lot goin’ on right now and I dunno…” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Just needed to hear your voice…”

He leaned against the phone booth, the receiver tucked securely into his shoulder as he realized how utter pathetic he must’ve looked currently.

“Where are you? Do you need help?” You questioned, your voice writhe with anxiety and he could hear you throwing on your bath robe and slippers, grabbing your car keys and unlocking the front door.

Logan felt horrible for crawling to you, begging for help when he was the one to push you away in the first place but another, very drunk, selfish side of himself yearned to hold you in his arms and sleep in once more on your queen size mattress.

“Nah. I don’t need help.” Logan finally decided, his voice a mixture of gruff stoicism and… something else.

There was a small pause. A moment of reconsideration.

“I’m at the phone booth across the bar.” He admitted, voice low and slightly embarrassed.

“I’ll be there in five.” You reply sternly, the phone line going dead with a familiar disconnecting click.

Logan couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips. Even though he’d never admit it, some old still hopelessly in love part of him was happy to know you’d still be willing to drop everything at two AM and hunt him down at some dingy dive bar.

True to your word, within five minutes, Logan heard the noise of your old car approaching. The headlights illuminating the cement and causing Logan to squint. You pulled over, stopping a foot from the phone booth.

The cars window rolled down revealing you, your hair still tousled from sleep and your bathrobe barely clinging to your shoulders.

“Get in Lo’… you can spend the night at my place.” You frowned, pursing your lips as you gestured with your head for Logan to get into the passenger seat.

Logan’s usual stern expression melted away upon seeing you for the first time in what felt like forever. Your anxious expression matching his as he climbed into your car, feeling himself melt back into the seat like he’d never left.

“Lead the way bub.” He hummed coarsely, the seat creaking under his weight and his muscular body taking up a large portion of the cabin.

Now thoroughly sobered up, the drive home was filled with awkward silence, the tension so thick you could cut into it like butter. The roads were dark and your eyes stay glued to the road almost as if you were ignoring Logan’s presence.

The cars headlights cut through the dark, illuminating the deserted streets as Logan tapped his fingers against the edge of the window, his heart tight with a mixture of anticipation and nostalgia.

Logan stole glances now and again at your face. Taking in the familiar lines etched into your skin and the way you pursed your lips when concentrating.

“Been awhile since I’ve been here huh?” He asked, attempting to break the awkward silence as his chair creaked in protest when he attempted to lean back.

“Missed you Lo’.” You said softly, almost quiet enough for Logan to not hear. “I think about you every day… wether your alive or dead… happy or injured and bloody…”

Logan bite his lip, taken aback by the sudden sincerity of your words, not expecting that much vulnerability from you. He glanced over, his eyes meeting yours before quickly returning to the dark pavement road.

A cold pang of guilt curled in his stomach as he swallowed.

“Bub…” he started, clearing his throat gruffly. “I… didn’t want you to worry about me… y-… you know I’m always fine…”

Logan stumbled through his words, finding it tough to even wrestled them out of his throat.

He could see you thinking over his words, biting at your lip as you gaze turned disapprovingly towards the road. You obviously disagreed with him but kept your words to yourself as the drive continued on.

Eventually your car pulled into the driveway of your small home. Pulling the keys from the ignition, the engine putter to a stop as you climbed out of your car, slamming the door shut in a way Logan could tell was venting your anger.

Logan followed, standing quietly outside the car and staring up at your house just now realizing how much he’d missed all this. The familiarity of it all.

His keen senses picked up the scent of your home. A mixture of you and old wood. Logan shove his hands in his pockets and looked up at you with a strange combination of trepidation and anticipation.

“Come in, I’ll get you something warm to drink.” You offer quietly, fidgeting with your key ring to unlock the front door.

Logan followed you inside, his steel toed boots thumping against the hardwood floor. He took in the sight of the place, the walls and shelves filled with small trinkets and photos.

His gaze lingered on a photo of the two of you. It was an old photo, taken back in the early days of your relationship and something tore at his insides that night coming back vividly to him.

He cleared his throat and looked over at you, his face a mixture of emotions he couldn’t bother to hide at the moment.

“Still like the simple stuff huh?” Logan asked, his voice gruff but softer than usual.

“I like that photo.” You respond simply with a shrug, moving to the kitchen to grab two mugs.

setting the kettle on the stove and filling it with water, you dig in a nearby pantry, pulling out two bags of camomile. Logan was touched you’d remebered it helped him sleep better at night.

“I’m renovating the guest room Lo’ so uh…” you paused nervously, leaning against the kitchen counter for better balance. “You could sleep on the couch or um… my bed if that’s okay with you… although if you remember the couch is uncomfortable at shit.”

Logan took in the slight anxious tremble of your voice and attempted a smile to ease your worries. “Are you kidding? I’ll never forget that couch and I have the back problems to prove it.”

You watched you silently for the moment before continuing quietly.

“I’ll take the bed.”

“Good choice.” You complimented with an awkward smile, grabbing the steaming kettle and filling both mugs. “Do you still like milk with yours?” You asked absentmindedly, digging around in the fridge of your kitchenette.

Logan nodded. “Yeah same way Bub.”

He leaned his back against the counter, his gaze still fixed on you. This domestic scene felt surreal- you preparing tea for him, the soft electric hum of the fridge, and the intimate simplicity of it all.

Memories of exact copies of this night came flooding back to him. Countless nights of late-night conversations and cups of tea.

Once finished, you pushed the perfectly steeped cup of tea towards Logan, his fingers brushing against yours before taking a sip and glancing at him from across the kitchen.

“I’m worried about you Lo’.” You admitted quietly, staring at him from over the rim of you cup.

Logan took a large swig of his drink, using it as an excuse to avoid looking at you for a moment. When he did, he met your eyes, the worry in your gaze mirroring his own.

“I know you are.” He grumbled, voice stoic. “But I can handle myself Bub.”

“If you can why call me at two am!?” You bite back, glancing at Logan as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth.

Logan sighed heavily, his gaze dropping to the mug in his hands. He knew you had a point. He knew he wouldn’t have called if everything was fine.

He took another sip of tea, the warm liquid soothing his gruff throat.

“It’s just… been a tough couple of weeks.” Logan admitted, voice suddenly quiet as his fingers traced the handle of his mug. “Just needed to hear your voice is all I guess…”

You glance at the tiled floor, thinking for a moment before speaking up.

“Why did you leave me Logan…” you asked quietly, forcing Logan to address the one question he didn’t want to consider.

The question hit Logan like a ton of bricks, the familiar shame and guild washing over him like a cold wave.

He looked away, jaw clenching as he struggled to find the words. He didn’t want to hurt you… didn’t want to bother you with all the issues that entailed loving a mutant. He didn’t- couldn’t hurt you.”

“It’s complicated.” He muttered, avoiding your gaze. “You’re better off without me, Bub.”

You frown at Logan, obviously taking offence to his words.

“Oh really?” You asked incredulously. “Am I better off tossing and turning every night worried that the next time I’d see you would be in a casket? Am I better off crying every night left wondering what I did wrong for you to leave me- to leave us?”

Tears began to fall from your eyes and roll down your cheeks, too preoccupied to brush them away.

Logan flinched slightly as your words struck deep. He could see the pain carved into your face and the tracks of tears caused by him.

He placed his practically finished mug of tea behind him, the soft thud of the porcelain echoing through the small kitchen. He took a moved, closing the distance between you two as he looked down at you with a mixture of sadness and regret.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He whispered, taking a deep breath and fighting the lump in his throat. “It’s me bub, im the problem.”

You refused to look at Logan, your eyes glued to the floor.

“I didn’t want you to leave…” you admitted quietly. “…I miss you.”

Logan let out a deep sigh, his heart feeling heavier than his weary shoulders and each syllable that escaped your mouth feeling like a swift dagger to his conscience.

His voice barely above a whisper, Logan answered. “I know you didn’t want me to leave. And I miss you too. More than you know.”

He reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently, very gently touching your chin, turning you face towards him.

Logan’s heart ached as he saw the tears on your face, his calloused thumb trying gently to wipe them away, a slight tremble in his hand.

“Why are you crying over a knucklehead like me Bub?” He soothed, thumb tracing your jaw. “I’m not worth these tears.”

“I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you Logan.” You admitted solemnly, leaning into Logan’s touch. “And… and you left me in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye… I thought you’d gotten hurt… o-or worse…”

Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he saw you nuzzle into his calloused palm. The raw emotion in your voice slicing through all previous walls he’d constructed around his heart.

He closed his eyes for a moment of solace, his rough hand cradling your face.

“I’m sorry.” Logan said in a broken whisper. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

The words came out like a prayer, filled with longing, guilt, and a drive for forgiveness from the only person Logan ever thought really mattered.

A moment of silence passed, Logan’s apology sinking deep into the walls of the kitchen until you spoke up.

“Can you stay till next morning Lo’?” You asked, voice scratchy from crying and shouting. “I’ll make bacon the way you like it… all crunchy n’ shit…”

A small smile tugged at Logan’s lips despite the heaviness in his chest. The mental image of you cooking breakfast for him in the early hours of morning was more comforting than he’d care to admit.

“You remember the way I like it huh?” He askedC his heavy voice tinged with the slight hint of humor.

“Never forgot.” You replied, giving Logan a sad smile as you stepped away from his close proximity.

“Anyways… it… it’s been a long night we should get some rest…” you suggested, gesturing with you head to the bedroom down the hall, a place Logan was all too familiar with.

A wave of nostalgia hit Logan like a truck as he entered your bedroom. Memories of many sleepless nights filled with you in his arms were seared into his mind.

Hi eyes flicked around, taking in all the subtle changes since he’d last been here- the new pillows, the different floral bedsheets, but beneath it all it was still the same, it was still you, it was still home.

You sat on the edge of the bed, kicking off your slippers and removing your socks, tossing the clothes somewhere on to the other side of the room like you and Logan used to do every night before having fun.

Logan shrugged off his shirt, revealing his scarred tanned chest as he climbs underneath the sheets and duvet, settling in next to you, your back facing to him.

This routine was all too familiar to him.

Logan wanted to pull you closer, to hold you against him but he hesitated, not sure what your boundaries were at the moment. Logan yearned for your touch, even though he’d been the one to walk away.

“Can… can you hold me Logan…” you asked quietly, your voice resounding in the silent bedroom.

A wave of relief washed over Logan as he shifted closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to his chest, his nose burying into your hair inhaling the familiar scent of you.

“Yeah.” He whispered, his breath tickling your ear. “I can hold you.”

Logan could feel the tension leaving your shoulders as you melted into his touch causing him to hold you closer, his arm instinctively wrapping around your tummy.

He’d forgotten how much he missed this, the simple pleasure of having your back to his chest, your warmth in his embrace.

Logan nuzzled his face into your hair, breathing deeply. “God I missed this.” He murmured, voice filled with regret and relief.

The room was dead silent, all except for the quiet ticking of a nearby wall clock.

“Can’t you stay Logan?” You asked into the silence of the room, your voice barely above a whisper. “We can continue where we left off… I still have all your clothes in my closet.”

Logan’s heart clenched in his chest, his head and heart at war within himself. The temptation was strong, painfully so. But the guilt, the knowledge of what could befall you made him hesitate.

“It’s not that simple bub.” His voice rough as he muttered quietly into your ear. Logan’s hand, however, betrayed him as I gently caressed your hip, calloused thumb tracing patterns into your skin.

“Logan I’ll be good.” You pleaded quietly, leaning into his touch. “I won’t do anything to make you leave me again I promise.”

Your raw emotion sliced through any remaining restraint Logan had. He could feel the guilt and love for you wrestling for dominance in his chest.

“You were never the problem you understand that don’t you?” He said, voice low and deep. “It’s me- not you- always me.”

He exhaled sharply, fingers digging into your skin as he held you impossibly closer.

“You’re making it hard to resist Bub.”

Logan could feel all remaining defences crumbling as you turned in his grasp to face him, one of your hands cradling his jaw as he looked down at you.

“I love you Logan.” You whispered.

“I don’t deserve you.” He muttered, voice breaking. “Never did.”

“Say it back.” You pleaded, leaning your head on to his chest as sleep threatened to take you. “I need to hear it.”

Logan’s chest tightened at your request, knowing he could never deny you, could never hold back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

“I love you. Still. Always.” He said, burying his face in your hair once more.

You hummed in contentment at his answer, happy to finally hear what you’d be needing for months. Comforted by the closeness of Logan, your eyes fluttered close and before he knew it your breathing had evened out to a slow steady rhythm and you were fast asleep, nestled in Logan’s arms.

Logan stayed awake for a while longer, content to listen to your slow breathing and quiet heartbeat. He held you close, glad to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve your love after all he’d put you through. Your words ‘I love you’ echoing in his mind like a burden but also simultaneously a comfort.

But Logan couldn’t deny how good it felt to be back again, to have you in his arms again, and the sense of peace that washed over him you laid together.

He knew the sun would rise soon enough, and he knew that this time, he’d stay.

[33forthew1n]

ੈ♡˳ in a good way ੈ♡˳

🏎️❣️ollie bearman x best friend!reader 🏎️❣️

written ff

synopsis: if you asked anyone at silverlake high school to describe yn in one word, it would be "loner". that was until her sophomore year when ollie bearman moved to rochester and became her classmate. suddenly, the tall teenager was stuck by her side. they're just friends..right?

WARNINGS: N/A

a/n: enjoy :) interact however you please!

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Yn had always kept to herself. It's just how she was. She couldn't really be bothered with people or socializing. A true introvert. She wasn't anti-social or bad to be around, Yn had just always enjoyed her own company more than anyone else's.

That is until her sophomore year of high school. On a random Tuesday in October, her class gets a new student. Oliver Bearman. Well, "Ollie" was what he asked the class to call him.

Honestly, she didn't pay much attention to him at all when he was introducing himself to the class. Which was very different from every other girl who was fawning over the "new cute guy". Maybe her clear lack of interest was what led him to choose a seat next to her.

When he sat down next to her, her eyes widened in suprise. She thought herself to be the last person Ollie would choose to sit next to, but she was clearly wrong.

As Ms. Whiteham went on with her daily lecture about some boring book, Ollie turned to Yn and stuck his hand out. "Ollie Bearman. Your name?"

Truthfully, Yn was paralyzed for a moment at his voice. Deep, smooth, and a lot more charming than she was used to from her male classmates. A good minute later, Yn remembered Ollie had spoken to her and quietly answered his question, "Yn Ln". "I'll remember that", he replied before turning back look at their teacher. In that moment, Yn felt that something in her life had greatly shifted yet she couldn't put a finger on as to why.

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Two years later, Yns life had taken a full 180 degree shift. She couldn't remember the last time she spent a day alone...and not thought of Ollie.

Ollie, her best friend. The guy who marched into her life and made a lasting impression on her.

Not one day passed where Ollie and Yn didn't sit together, eat lunch together, and hang out after classes together. Basically, the pair were inseperable.

Everyone around them believed that the two were dating and simply hadn't said anything because they didn't want to make a big deal out of it. In reality, the two were much more confused with what they were.

In Ollie's head the two were best friends who could be so much more. In Yn's head, Ollie was just a guy who she had a soft spot for. Nothing more and nothing less.

In class, Yn's head was down and she was starting to doze off to Mr. Young's robotic voice. She then felt a tap on her shoulder to which she slightly lifted her head to see who dared to bother her. Looking down at her was a smiling Ollie with two drinks in his hand. "Hello, sleepyhead. You look like you need a coffee", he muttered quietly while handing her her hyperspecific coffee order. Yn's heart began to beat loudly as she realized Ollie had memorized her coffee order. The same order even her own mom couldn't bare to memorize since it was "too long and too much" for her aging mind.

"Thanks, bub", she said gratefully.

Truthfully, every time Yn used that nickname for Ollie, he felt like he was given another reason to live. He wondered in that moment if she knew how much he cared for her.

Would she ever know that he keeps a list of all her favorites? He knew her favorite color was baby pink and that she hated days that were "excessively sunny". He knew that she couldn't handle spice and loved to bake. Yet, most of all he knew she would never feel the same way about him.

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Everybody in Ollie's life knew he was head over heels for Yn. His mom often asked him about her, his dad often reminded him to treat her gently as a girl should be treated, and his brother Thomas never stopped teasing him for his obvious crush on the girl.

Funnily enough, the same could be said for Yn. Two years ago, she scarcily socialized and was a much less smiley person. Her mother and sister had noticed that slowly Yn was becoming a different, much happier person. They never mentioned anything to her, not wanting her to overthink and question herself, but the change was like night and day.

Recently, Yn had invited Ollie over to bake cookies. They'd left school together to go to nearest grocery store and pick up the few ingredients they still needed. At the register, Ollie refused to let her pay and she joked, "You're gonna make everyone think we're dating, bub."

Under his breath Ollie said, "Would that be so bad?"

Once at her house, Ollie took off his shoes and tried to shake off the nerves of meeting her family. In that moment, he thought of the Yn he'd met years ago. She was cold and nothing like the girl he now knows. At least he could seek comfort in knowing he was someone that she relied on and enjoyed being around.

Once inside, Ollie greeted Yn's mother. "Ms. Ln, hello. I'm Ollie Bearman, Yn's, uh..friend from school."

"Oh, Ollie! Of course I know who you are! Yn talks about you all the time! (To this, yn blushes and looks down, seemingly embarassed) What a pleasure", Yn's mom said before going in for a hug with Ollie. "Isn't he handsome, Ally?", she asked Yn's younger sister, seemingly hellbent on embarassing Yn.

"Ooookaayy, mom. We're just gonna go right into the kitchen. Forgive her, Ollie, she's a little...crazy", Yn said, shuffling the pair into the kitchen.

The blushing teenage boy followed after Yn and started washing his hands.

Quickly, the two got into a smooth rhythym comprised of him getting ingredients and her measuring them out. Then, they mixed the dough together. That's when the pair realized just how messy they'd gotten, with flour all over their faces. Ollie leaned down and tapped Yn's nose that she had somehow gotten flour on which caused a giggle to ripple through her body.

As the pair were chowing down on their baked goods, Yn realized how content she was just simply being by Ollie's side. For a while now, she wondered if playing with the lines of friendship and something more was dangerous. So, in hopes of keeping her best friend she didn't make a move or get her hopes too high.

A few hours later, it was time for Ollie to go home and Yn walked him to her door. The both of them could sense a brewing tension that they would soon have to divulge. But, as for right now, everything was normal.

Ollie stooped down to Yn's height to hug her and Yn put her arms around her shoulders. "Goodnight, bubs. Thanks for spending time with me today", Yn said with something more than friendship festering behind her glimmering eyes. "I wouldn't want to be with anyone else, sunshine. Night", Ollie said as he backed out of her doorway into the sparkling night sky.

As Yn locked the front door, her younger sister spoke up,"So, when are you going to actually introduce him as your boyfriend? We're not dumb, Yn. It's soo obvious you two are dating."

Yn turned around so fast Ally thought she would get whiplash. "Ally, be quiet. We are not together; we're just best friends. Nothing more", Yn said, her eyes falling to the floor when she realized that she didn't want Ollie to be just her friend.

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The next few weeks Yn and Ollie went on all sorts of "friend dates". Movie theater, arcade, mall; you name it, they did it. Which makes their relationship all the more confusing not just to everyone outside it, but to themselves too.

Yet, the person who made the next step was none other than Ollie. Ollie who'd told himself for the past two years that he'd do anything but ruin their friendship. Ollie who'd grown ever so fond of Yn and saw how well they worked together. Ollie who was there through thick and thin.

After much deliberation, Ollie decided he'd confess the day of Valentine's Day. He went to a flower shop and got her a beautiful bouquet full of pink and white flowers. He got her cookies from her favorite bakery that was a town over the day before (which made him have to cancel his plans with Yn and did arise much suspicion from the girl). Yet, most importantly he wrote her a love letter.

Now, you may ask: why go through all that trouble of giving a grand confession? Well, Yn had spoken to Ollie at length about how she hopes her future boyfriend would be a big romantic and would treat her like she hung the stars in the night sky.

So on Valentine's Day, Ollie set everything up perfectly. He put the cookies in her locker with the bouquet right on top. Then, he placed a picture frame with a photograph of the two of them at the city fair front and center.

When Yn arrived, she was in shock. Ollie watched her piece everything together from around the corner. "Happy valentine's day, sunshine. I have one last thing for you before I ask you a question I've been meaning to ask you for a bit."

And so with that he handed her the letter that detailed how he felt for her to a tee.

"Dear, Yn. I'm not sure if you expected this at all, but there's no better time like the present to be honest. Before I met you, I wasn't sure love was real. That's probably because I hadn't met you yet.

A few months after we became friends, you told me I was the best thing to happen to you that year. I didn't tell you at the time, but in that moment you became the best thing that'd ever happen to me. Full-stop.

I didn't know that you were right in front of me. That the girl I loved was my best friend. But, then I looked out into your eyes and I fell in love all over again. I've never been much of a crier, but you make wanna cry in a good way. In the best way. In the happiest way. Maybe because I know that you showed me how to be in love. You care hard but you love so much harder.

Yn Ln, will you be my Valentine?

Sincerely, Your Ollie"

By the time Yn had finished reading the letter, tears were threating to escape from her eyes.

Ollie looked at her with slight fear in his own eyes. Yet, once she looked up he knew he had no reason to be afraid.

"I would love to be your Valentine, bubs. Oh-", she said before a single tear escaped.

"Are you crying in a good way, love?"

She giggled before he asked her the real question, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Oh, you just want me to turn into a puddle, huh. Yes!"

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Exams are over and techincally Ollie and Yn have completed high school.

The obvious next step is decorating their graduation caps which they decided to do at Ollie's house.

Ollie's family had already met Yn and had come to truly love her like their own. In fact, every Sunday Yn would come over for family lunch. This tradition had come to mean the world to Yn and made Ollie incredibly happy to see her enjoy.

Now on his living room floor, their shared memories had suddenly washed over Yn.

She asked Ollie, "Do you think we'll make it through college together, bubs?"

He paused and looked at her for a second. The short flash of nervousness that passed through her gaze made him stop in his tracks. Sometimes he forgot just how tender Yn made him feel, but in moments like this one it couldn't be questioned.

"Even if you are oceans away, I'd still think of you day and night. What's made you think of this?", he asked her gently.

"Everything's changing...it's like my world's been taken away from right under my feet. I don't want you to change, too", she replied, with tears in her voice.

"We won't change, sunshine. I can't promise you anything but that", he said as he scooted over and wrapped his arms around.

As he kissed her forhead, he realized no one will ever make him feel so much emotion in a good way.

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Every emotion a girl could feel, Yn went through on Graduation Day.

Worry, fear, happiness, and sadness to name a few.

Once she arrived at her school's stadium, she immediately looked around for Ollie.

"He can't be that hard to find..he's six feet tall, for Heaven's sake", she whispered to herself.

As she turned to look in another direction, she felt hands hover over her eyes.

"Guess who?", the owner of those hands asked her.

"Hm...Pedro Pascal, is that you?", Yn asked, with false enthusiasm in her voice.

Ollie took away his hands and immediately began tickling her.

Yn wildly giggled in response and managed to say, "S-stop. I'm sorry!!"

"You're breaking my heart, sunshine", Ollie said with smiling eyes.

And so they sat down and two hours later they were high school graduates.

Once the ceremony was over, Yn's mom and sister came over to take pictures of Yn.

Ollie offered to take her pictures and grabbed her camera.

As Yn was posing and smiling from cheesy jokes Ollie was making, her mother whispered to Ollie, "You know, Oliver. Keep making her happy. You've been doing a great job ever since you met her. Ally and I feel so much better knowing she has you".

After she said that, Ollie thanked her and tried to keep his tears away. Nothing made him happier than knowing he was making the love of his life a happier person.

After they took their pictures, Yn and Ollie left to their favorite diner nearby.

As Yn got comfortable in the passenger's seat, Ollie handed her the pink rose he'd hidden in his car.

And in that moment, the dam finally broke and she shed her first tear of the day. As Ollie reached over to hold her hand, it hit her. She hadn't realized it back then but she was incredibly fortunate to have been Ollie's seat partner that day.

Because ever since that day, Ollie had been right in front of her and nothing would ever change that.

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“Why don’t you just move to my bed..?” Logan wondered caressing your hand softly. Thumb drawing circles on your knuckles “Would you like me to do that Sir?” Looking up into his eyes you read his emotions. He nodded “Yes princess..” batting your eyelashes he smiled pulling you closer to him. “I shall move to rest next to you Sir” confirming upon his lovely request your arms swung themselves around his neck. “I will take a shower bub, I forgot about the movie.” cheeks heating up at his words replaying the events that happened few minutes ago. “I cannot refuse you Sir.. I love you” Logan cooed against your lips kissing you slowly and long savouring the taste of your glossy lips. “And I love you..” hearing those words again from him you felt pulsing in your chest. Warmth spreading through your entire body. “I will prepare fresh pyjamas for you. Would you like me to change the sheets as well?” Suggesting while your dainty little fingers scratched his bearded cheeks. “That would be nice” he hummed watching you bat your curly eyelashes at him his heart picking up the speed pulse spiking. The sheer beauty of you “We are one— joined souls… forever” logan smirked. “Are we now princess?”

“What else do we need?” He chuckled softly watching you load the cart with groceries.

“A lot. I plan to cook only the best for you Sir” your lips curled into a soft smile. You wore a black maid dress, a rainproof coat and knee high boots. Your clothes arrived delivered and securely packaged in boxes.

“You do enough..” he whispered in your ear standing behind you as you pushed the cart. You melted into his embrace kissing his cheek softly. Some people nearby mistook you for a real human being— women complimented you. They complimented your black long locks, until you removed your glasses which covered your eyes. You had sclera hues, and for humans that was scary. You adored children so if they approached you you knelt to their height and spoke with them. Logan saw it, he only watched in awe. How was that even possible he held so much love for you? You let the children touch your hair and your hands. “One day I want to be like you!” Little girl said with a giggle.

“Come on sweetheart..” Logan extended his hand towards you when he saw security guards nearby. “We had a complaint that she’s a robot. We do not allow them to stay here or let alone engage with people. They can be dangerous” you looked at Logan gently hiding behind him lowering your eyes putting your glasses back on. “We are leaving—” he grunted shooting a death glare towards the guard forming a fist. You stopped him cupping his knuckles feeling the sharp tips of his pushed out claws against your palm “That’s alright Sir, we are leaving now” after paying and bagging the groceries together you remained silent. The child told you that she wanted to be like you one day— she thought that you were a human being. You wanted that so much— to be real for him. For your love. The thing was people mistook you for the failed kind of robots, you wanted to be better. Those who rebelled against humans you were not like them you couldn’t be ever.

“We will have the groceries delivered. Whatever you want princess. I don’t want them to judge you or stare at you. It angers me” Logan admitted as you chopped the vegetables for his dinner. “I completely understand Sir. I just wanted to be with you” you admitted and Logan sighed softly. “And I want to be with you. Every moment I get to be with you— I wouldn’t change it for the world. If anything happens to you” you put down the knife clashing distance with him locking your arms around him kissing the side of your neck snuggling in his arms closing your eyes inhaling his scent. The warm woodsy kind— your senses taking in every part of his body. His own arms coiled around you kissing the top of your head pulling you even closer to him until he lifted you your thighs wrapping themselves around his waist clinging to him. “Don’t ever let me go Sir” you blinked facing him your noses touching. “I can think of many reasons to keep you around princess” a soft smirk painted his features large palms cupping and holding your butt slowly walking around the kitchen with you. Hearts forming before your eyes leaning in kissing him long letting his tongue penetrate your lips. You moaned raking your fingers through his dark mane pulling him closer your lips being engulfed by him tasting the aroma of his whiskey breath.

You finished plating his dinner, steak with tons of veggies and a side of fries. Sitting opposite him opening his laptop while he ate his dinner complimenting every bite how good it was praising you on. “Sir? Shall I respond to your emails from work? You have over 100 unread.” Your cheeks blushed at his lovely compliments. “Come here.. fuck the emails..” he leaned back on his chair sipping on his drink. Eyes hooded, face full of affection for you. “I’m just a fuckin’ fool in love with you” he sighed taking your hand once you walked over to him. He pulled you to his lap so you straddled his hips. You lied your cheek on his shoulder draping your arm around his other shoulder closing your eyes humming a song to him. “I love you just as much—” whispering your mouth cupped his ear kissing him there.

Something occurred that night. While you rested on the bed, your eyelids shut something formed in the middle of your chest. A red ball of energy— right under your rib cage. The ball of warm energy started to pulsate. It became redder and redder to the point anyone could see the wires under your skin. You were not aware of what was happening you were completely resting and recharging. The light in your chest formed a shape of human heart. It was beating faster and faster until it found its own pace. Logan woke up at the red light in the room, he sat up next to you placing a hand on your chest you were warm. Rubbing your cheek with the back of his knuckles softly, how could a robot become half human? Unplugging your charging system he scooped you in his arms holding you placing his cheek on your forehead. “Is there something I can do for you Sir?” Your eyes fluttered open and he remained silent. The light in your chest faded away and you didn’t feel any different. “Logan..” you reached for his forehead kissing it. “What?” He whispered not believing you said his name for the first time. “Say it again.” furrowing your eyebrows you nuzzled your face against his neck “James..” his face softened. “You said my name” nodding softly “Yes.. you’re my boyfriend” bringing you down on the bed cupping your cheek he kissed your mouth softly. “You have a heart” closing your eyes placing a hand over his own heart listening to his heartbeat “It beats for you”

— Love Overdrive —

“James..” gasping for air your hands clutched the silky sheets beneath you as you found yourself under Logan. His large body shielding you, letting you feel his weight. His arms were under you as he rocked his hips into you from behind. His ragged breath coated your ear as he filled you out. “I love you..” you let out the softest moan but soon his hips picked up the speed sheating his protected cock deeper in you feeling how you coat him in your creamy essence and god he lost his mind burying his face against the back of your hair letting out the softest grunts and whimpers as he grabbed your breasts “I’m here.. I-I’m here.. I’m yours” you felt his emotions, you tamed him. He was so lost and you found him. “Fuck.. fuck…” he rasped parting your thighs even more as you were on your knees making sure to hide all of his cock in your warm centre. “You better stay princess.. need to tame your old man..” he breathed kissing your shoulder, your lips remained parted in pleasure. Taking his cock out of your wet inviting centre, rubbing the swollen mushroom tip on your other hole which seemed so tight and god you were so soft. “James” you panted looking over your shoulder as he grabbed the base of his protected cock prodding your puckered hole. You cried out— “Fuck” he groaned. Hearts formed in your sclera eyes as you bit your lower lip whining at the feel of him. Clenching around him the moment he slid right whole inside of you he gasped. “Holy f-” grunting he pulled you to kneel up between his parted thighs. Your back leaning on his chest as he grabbed your pussy from the front holding it snapping his hips against your butt stretching your other hole repeatedly. You mewled wrapping your arm around his neck touching his hair. “Oh James, Logan.. ughhh.. mmmm” you let out the softest moans and mewls which spurred him on fucking into you quicker and quicker not holding back. “You feel so good.. tightest holes I ever fucked, ugh” whispering in your ear you licked your lower lip tilting your face to him leaning the back of your head on his shoulder kissing him. Your tongues glided over each other and his thrusts became faster, harder. As if he was trying to climb inside of you “Mine.. mine mine..” sliding two of his fingers in your wet mound from the front he remained pounding your other hole until he couldn’t anymore. The moment he stilled and released all of his tension with a broken whimper. Getting rid of his used condom he reached for a new one, making sure it was correctly rolled over his swollen cock which dripped with so much cum.

“Lay down..” you breathed watching him do so climbing on top of him locking your hand around his warm length pumping it. “Shit..” he breathed chest heaving eyes hooded with desire again. His claws slowly pushing out “Shhh..” licking your lower lip you sitting on him completely touching his shiny claws with your fingers bringing them to your mouth your tongue dancing on his middle one “Ughh..” he smiled at you carefully gripping your thigh as you nestled him right in your honeypot. “I love when you orgasm” you whimpered moaning with every move of your hips as you gyrated yourself on his length your thighs rubbing on his own “Because I’m the cause of it.. I love when you push out these claws because the pleasure is too much..” his mouth parted “Fuck you’re.. you’re the cause baby.. one day you will carry my little wolves” you nodded biting your lower lip again speeding up your hips fucking him just right. “Yes Sir.. yes.. ughhh yess..” fingers tangling around his dogtags pulling on them gently you whined as he became even harder for you close to cum again reaching behind you to place your hands on his knees you rode him until he came and it was an eruption.

“Princess..”

-

(Any grammatical errors I apologise in advance)

[demilypyro]

weird ask, but you posted panels of a manga some years ago(?) that seemed interesting and i can't find it anymore. do you remember a manga that you read where the mc was able to genderbend and was the last human alive? set in outer space if i remember right (b^_^)b

Engage manga brain.....

Ah

You're looking for How Many Light-Years To Babylon

It's a sci-fi comedy manga with a lot of sex jokes.

The amnesiac human Bub travels the universe with an alien and a robot. He is the last human in existence, and wants to find a compatible species to mate with so he can save the human race.

In one scheme to accomplish this, he is injected with nanomachines that turn him into a girl. The nanomachines malfunction and his body kinda fluctuates throughout the rest of the series. He doesn't seem to mind either way, choosing to match his presentation with his physical sex at any given time.

It's not Shakespeare or anything but I think it's a fun read.

[aleskie]

HEY OSCAR! | Oscar Piastri x Reader

SUMMARY: You’ve shared a close friendship with Oscar Piastri since you first met during Freshman Orientation. When you join an open mic event that requires you to have an original composition, you channel your feelings into a song, hoping it can convey what you’re too scared to say. As it turns out, sometimes the heart speaks louder than words. AKA the Oscar Piastri University AU

Word Count: 8k Warnings: None :>> Just a lil Best Friends to Lovers ♫ Listen: Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift ♫

You sit cross-legged beneath the shade of an old oak tree in the open fields of the university, guitar in hand, fingers plucking strings with delicate care as you hum along. Beside you, a glitter pen rests on top of an open notebook, the pages half-filled with scrawled chords and lyrics that have been scratched out.

The air’s turned crisp and the sun dips lower, casting the sky in vibrant waves of orange, pink, and violet. But you're too absorbed in perfecting the melody, to enjoy the beauty unraveling above.

“There you are!” a familiar voice calls out, cutting through your focus. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

It’s your best friend, Oscar.

He crosses the field with his usual lopsided grin, looking slightly out of breath, his backpack bouncing with each step. As he reaches you, he plops down on the grass and drops his bag with a thud beside yours, the collection of keychains clinking against each other like a small wind chime.

“I thought I’d be headed to the library by myself,” he says, still smiling, his eyes glancing over at your notebook. “Didn’t think I’d find you out here, lost in…this.” He gestures towards you hunched over your guitar, scribbling glittery musings in your notebook.

You shrug, glancing sheepishly at your notebook. “Sorry bub, you might still have to go without me. I’ve got this melody I need to finish.”

“A melody?” He echoes, raising a brow and clearly amused. “You do remember we’re engineering majors, right? Not musicians.”

“Unlike someone, I actually have a hobby,” you shoot back, grinning, though your gaze drifts back to your guitar, fingers instinctively tracing the fretboard. “We can’t all be robotics prodigies, Mr. Piastri.”

“Augh!” He clutches his chest in mock injury, grinning widely. “Low blow, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes and return to strumming, catching the way he settles onto his backpack, head tilted back as he scrolls through his phone. Clearly, he isn’t going anywhere, so you continue experimenting with melodies and rhymes, though none of them feel quite right.

As the sky darkens and a chill settles in, you glance over to find Oscar still sprawled on the grass, now with his AirPods in, chuckling softly at something on his screen. Smirking, you reach over and pull one of the earbuds out.

“I thought you were heading to the library?” you tease, raising a brow.

He huffs, reaching for the earbud in your hand, though his fingers linger on yours for just a beat longer than necessary. “You weren’t going to be there, so what’s the point?”

You feel some heat rush to your face but quickly push it down. He’s your best friend—nothing more. Probably.

“So, what? You’ll just stay here until I’m done?”

“Nah,” he says, a playful glint in his eye, “I’ll stay until you decide to ask for my opinion.”

“Ask for help from the guy who hasn’t even added a single song to our shared playlist?” You scoff, pouting, bringing your focus back to composing. “Yeah, no thanks.”

He hums a response and a beat passes before he gives you a knowing look. “So, why’d you even sign up for that original-submission open-mic thing anyway?”

You shrug, mumbling, “It seemed fun at the time.”

“Not so fun now, huh?” He smirks, his gaze drifting to the notebook littered with scratched-out lyrics and half-formed lines.

“Shut up,” you groan, playfully nudging him with your foot. He laughs, a sound as familiar as it is comforting, and you can’t help but smile as you return to your guitar, his presence a steady rhythm in the background, keeping you company as the stars begin to appear overhead.

“Well, let me offer some advice anyway, since you clearly don’t know what you’re doing,” he says, sitting up and rummaging through his backpack. He pulls out a hoodie and tosses it toward you, his aim landing it squarely on your face before it tumbles into your lap. “Just…focus on what you know.” 

The hoodie is your hoodie—well, his hoodie, but you’ve claimed it enough times that it might as well be yours by now. It’s the one you always reach for on cold mornings and late nights. The one that’s softer than all his other hoodies. The one that clings to his scent the longest—not that you’d ever admit you notice that.

“Write what I know, huh?” You look over at him, letting your gaze linger on his tousled hair, his bright eyes, the faint freckles sprinkled across his face. As you think about his words, you start to make a mental list of the things you do know.

You know robotics and calculus. You know the exact temperature for steeping different types of tea. You know how to sew and knit and crochet. You know chemistry and coding and…you know Oscar.

You know his quirks, his habits, the way he folds into himself when he sleeps, how he prefers his coffee, and how he schedules his day with way too many alarms. You know his class schedule by heart, the subjects he struggles with, and the way he pushes through them anyway. If nothing else, you know him. You know him in all the small, quiet ways that matter.

You slip on the hoodie, feeling its warmth wrap around you, and can’t help but give him a small, almost secret smile—a little mischievous, a little uncertain. You already know what you’re going to write about.

For better or worse, this would be a song he wouldn’t forget.

You first meet Oscar at freshman orientation. By chance, the two of you end up sitting side-by-side in one of those endless welcome sessions, the kind that packs in far too many speeches from people you’ll probably never see again. He’s quiet and a little reserved, dressed head-to-toe in school merch: a fresh university shirt and a cap with the campus logo. You’d actively avoided wearing any of it, determined not to look like the stereotypical freshman, but somehow, on him, it’s endearing. He actually seemed excited to be here, enough to wear it proudly—and, well, he was cute. That didn’t hurt either.

You, on the other hand, were exhausted. The nerves from knowing you’d be starting college had robbed you of sleep, and the stuffy room only added to the weight of your eyelids. Somewhere between the speech on campus values and the talk on student resources, your head dips forward, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep—right on his shoulder.

He’s the one who gently nudges you awake once the session finally ends, when everyone else is already getting up to leave for campus tours. Blinking in confusion, you sit up quickly, mortification settling in as you realize what happened.

“Oh my God—I am so sorry!” You say, eyes wide and filled with regret.

“It’s fine,” he says, hands slipping into his pockets, a small, slightly awkward smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Could’ve happened to anyone.”

You squint, trying to gauge if he’s serious. “You don’t actually believe that, do you?”

He shrugs, still calm. “I mean, it could. I was close to falling asleep too,” he admits, leaning in as if it’s a secret.

You let out a laugh, nerves easing just a bit. Somehow, he makes it seem like less of a big deal, and you find yourself smiling.

“I’m Y/N,” you say, extending your hand with a tentative smile, hoping to smooth over the awkwardness of your unplanned nap on his shoulder.

“Oscar,” he replies, reaching out to grasp your hand. His shake is gentle but sure, his grip warm against your fingers.

For a brief moment, you hold his gaze, and there’s something both reassuring and easygoing in his expression. You can tell he’s someone who doesn’t mind the little quirks in people—he’s likely someone who’d find them interesting. The noise of other freshmen shuffling around to start the campus tour fills the air, but the two of you linger for just a beat longer.

“Well,” you say, letting go of his hand reluctantly, “Which group are you in for the tour?”

“Um.” He checks his phone, squinting slightly. “Group four.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, and a smirk creeps onto your face. “Well, look at that! Looks like you can’t get rid of me yet.”

“Never said I wanted to get rid of you.” He chuckles, sliding his phone back into his pocket as you both fall into step together. “Especially not when you’ve made quite the first impression.”

After a shared laugh and an easy exchange of grins, you lead the way to the back of the line for Group Four. Building after building, you walk together, navigating the labyrinth of campus with a strange mixture of excitement and calm.

Sometimes you walk in comfortable silence—the kind that only comes in those first moments of meeting someone, when you want to say more but aren’t quite sure where to start. Other times, your conversation spills into heated debates that draw in other students before they drift away again, leaving you and Oscar to continue on alone. You chat about everything from the cafeteria’s rumored curfews to the quirky statues scattered around campus, and as each topic arises, Oscar surprises you. He’s reserved, but his dry humor and unexpected quips keep you laughing, his calm wit a perfect match for your own.

By the time you’ve seen most of the campus, you realize there’s something different about him. He’s easy to be around, comfortable and safe, but with a spark that keeps things interesting. You can’t explain it exactly—and maybe it’s too early to tell—but some part of you feels that this could be the beginning of a friendship that’s special—one that could last a long, long time.

By the time sophomore year rolls around, Oscar is celebrating seven months with Michelle, his girlfriend, while you’re somewhere around your millionth date—or at least, that’s what it feels like.

It’s fine, you tell yourself. Oscar’s always been the type to settle down in serious relationships, while you’ve leaned into the idea of playing the field, keeping things light before they turn into something more. But that idea lost its appeal fast when you realized most people in the dating pool were just looking for something casual, something fleeting.

And it didn’t help that every so often, you’d find yourself third-wheeling Oscar and Michelle. They’d gotten together near the end of freshman year, survived a summer apart while he went back home to Australia, and picked up in sophomore year as if they’d never left each other’s side.

You kind of like Michelle. You’ve spent enough time with her to consider her almost a friend, sometimes hanging out without Oscar around. She’s sharp, funny, and somehow manages to match Oscar’s dry humor in a way that leaves you in stitches. But sometimes…well, sometimes, she gets under your skin. Like right now.

“Do I look alright?” Oscar asks, running a hand through his hair for what has to be the hundredth time tonight, eyes fixed on the mirror as he adjusts his shirt and frowns slightly.

You’re sprawled across his roommate’s bed, a spot that’s become practically yours over the past two years.

Oscar’s roommate, Lando, is an upperclassman in your major, just a year ahead, and the three of you clicked almost instantly. He’s practically the big brother of your university life, guiding you through the maze of class schedules, professor choices, and which activities are worth your time.

He’s loud, fun, and has an impressive collection of video games that you all regularly raid. And thanks to him, you and Oscar have a standing invite to all the best parties on campus, where he dramatically introduces you both as his “prized students.” He’s a blast to be with. There’s never a dull moment with him. 

Currently, he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing his Nintendo Switch with complete focus while you absentmindedly twist curls in his hair.

“You look fine, Osc,” you groan, “You looked fine thirty minutes ago when you first asked.” You give him a pointed look. “Which, by the way, was the time she was supposed to meet you here.”

Oscar shrugs, brushing it off with a small smile. “She’s probably just finalizing the details of the date. She’ll be here soon.”

Lando smirks, not glancing up from his game. “Does she know that offering to plan a special date—and then executing it—also involves showing up on time?”

You smack the back of his head lightly, and he yelps, finally looking away from his game. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Don’t make him feel bad,” you pout, crossing your arms.

He rolls his eyes, grinning. “Oh, so you can throw in all the little comments about her being late and flaking out, but I can’t?”

“Yes,” you say, matter-of-factly, crossing your arms, “Because I actually hang out with her. You just get the highlights.”

Lando snickers but doesn’t get a chance to reply before Oscar cuts in, his expression a mix of disbelief and curiosity. “Wait—so you gossip about my relationship now? Since when?”

Lando gives Oscar a devilish grin, leaning back with a smug look. “That’s classified info, Ozzy boy,” he says, “But we’ll let you in on the secret if you two either break up or end up getting married.”

Oscar looks at you, his expression practically pleading, as if to say, And you’re in on this too? You’re going to keep this a secret from me?

You can’t help but smirk, knowing how it’ll get under his skin. “What he said.” You and Lando share a quick high-five, laughing at Oscar’s groan.

Then, Lando gives you a sly look, leaning in with a grin. “Honestly though, Y/N, if you ever get tired of waiting on him, I’m single. We’d be campus royalty, you know? Top of the line.”

You snort, playing along. “Oh, totally. Imagine the headlines: Y/N and Lando—A Match Made in Unexpected Heaven!”

“Right?” Lando grins, winking. “We’d be a dream together, love.”

Oscar shifts uncomfortably, crossing his arms as he watches you two banter. “Are you two done planning your imaginary relationship?” He mutters, trying to sound casual but giving you a sidelong glance.

You glance back at him, laughing. “Relax, Osc. Lando’s not even my type—”

“Hey now!” Lando protests, feigning offense.

“—But if he were,” you continue, ignoring Lando’s dramatics, “You’d totally be the best third wheel, bub.”

Oscar rolls his eyes, but there’s a glint of something behind the exasperation, something you can’t quite place. “Yeah, yeah. Just remember who’s actually got a date tonight.”

Lando raises his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. We’ll let you focus on impressing your date, lover boy.” He smirks. “If she ever gets here.”

You give him another light smack on the head and he laughs as Oscar chuckles along, the three of you settling back into the easy rhythm of jokes and chatter. Oscar seems quieter than usual, but you chalk it up to nerves about the date—or lack thereof.

You’re just relieved to have the same easy vibe you’ve always had with them—after all, that’s what matters most.

When the clock strikes midnight, Michelle is still a no-show. No text, no call, no explanation. And Oscar is...silent. Even Lando, usually quick with a quip, notices the change in Oscar’s mood and dials down the teasing, trying instead to fill the silence by chattering about a game they both play. But even that doesn’t bring Oscar around; his usual lighthearted responses are replaced by quiet nods and distracted hums.

His clothes have long since changed from his date outfit to his usual worn hoodie and sweatpants, but the frown on his face hasn’t budged.

You and Lando have swapped places now—you’re sprawled on the floor, and he’s kicked back on his bed, scrolling on his phone. Oscar lies between you two, his head resting on your lap, eyes fixed on his screen. He’s still waiting, clearly hoping for some sign from Michelle, though by now you’re almost certain that no text is coming.

Eventually, you give him a gentle pat on the cheek, signaling for him to shift so you can slide out from under him and put your shoes back on to make the trek to your own dorm.

“The third roommate moves out,” Lando jokes, leaning back with a sigh. “Always the hardest part of the night, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a smirk on your face as you give him a quick hug. “My presence really does brighten up the place, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He grins, playfully nudging you. “Bring her back safe, Osc!” He calls out as you and Oscar step into the hallway.

You and Oscar walk in silence, a heavy quiet that neither of you rushes to fill. After a moment, he reaches for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, and you squeeze his hand back, hoping it’s some small comfort.

“What she did was shitty, you know,” you murmur, finally breaking the silence.

He lets out a laugh, though it’s empty, tired. “It’s kinda funny, isn’t it? I got all dressed up, wondering how the night would go, and then…nothing.” His voice trails off, resignation in every word.

You stop and turn to him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “This isn’t on you, bub. She should’ve said something.”

He looks at you, eyes tracing the ground for a second before they finally lift, catching yours. “At least you’re here.”

“Perks of being single and unwanted,” you joke, your voice light but the words half-true. You squeeze his hand reassuringly. “I’ll always be here, Osc. No matter what.”

Hand in hand, you make your way to your dorm, basking in a silence that feels steady, solid. When you reach your door, you pause, turning to him with open arms. He steps into the hug, pulling you close, and you feel him cling just a little tighter, his warmth grounding you both.

After a long moment, he pulls back, his hands resting on your shoulders, but he doesn’t let go. “For the record,” he says softly, his gaze steady on yours, "You aren’t unwanted.” His voice grows quieter, serious. “I’ll always want you around.”

For a moment, his words feel loaded, almost more than platonic, and something in his eyes lingers a beat too long. But you brush the thought away, reminding yourself of the boundaries in place—he has a girlfriend, and he’s just been hurt tonight. He’s vulnerable. So you ignore any underlying meanings—ignore the rising tension—and you ruffle his hair, keeping things light.

“Me too, bub.” You smile, patting his shoulder. “I’ll always want you around too.”

With a last squeeze of his hand, you slip into your dorm, leaving Oscar standing there, both of you holding onto that quiet, unspoken promise between you.

Oscar and Michelle break up just before summer, right near the end of sophomore year. You can’t say you’re surprised—honestly, you’d been half-expecting it since that night she stood him up. But when he tells you, his voice low and resigned, you do your best to hide any hint of satisfaction. You give him a steady pat on the back, listen as he mopes through the last few weeks of school, and keep all those unspoken feelings locked away. After all, he’s your best friend, and that’s what he needs most right now.

Still, you can’t deny that a part of you is relieved. He’s spending more time with you again and his hoodies have officially returned to their rightful home—your dorm room. You feel a secret giddiness every time he hands you one to wear, relishing the way it’s soft and warm and unmistakably his. It’s as if things have gone back to how they used to be.

But you’re his best friend, and best friends don’t overthink the little things. So you keep it to yourself, even when you’re studying for finals together, living off caffeine and library vending machine snacks, or trading late-night rants about the professors who dared assign twenty-page essays. You proofread his pages with half-shut eyes at 3 a.m., he helps you organize your chaotic notes, and somehow, you make it through. After every three-hour final, you both wait outside the exam hall for each other, sharing a quiet sense of victory, collapsing into a laugh about how little you actually remembered from all those nights spent cramming.

When the semester finally ends, and it’s time for him to pack for his trip back home to Australia, you help him sort through his clothes and cram textbooks into his suitcase, doing your best to ignore the familiar ache of goodbye.

If your fingers brush a little too long while folding his favorite shirt, or if you find his face lingering a beat too close as you hand him one last book to pack, neither of you mentions it. These almost-moments hang in the air, the silence thick with words you’re not yet ready to say. But it’s enough just to know he’ll be back, that no matter how far he goes, he’s still yours. 

At least, in the way best friends belong to each other.

When he comes back after the summer, now entering into your junior year, you notice he’s different. It’s subtle, but unmistakable—a little more confidence in the way he carries himself, a bit more certainty in his steps. He’s shed some of that awkward charm, replaced by a newfound ease that almost feels strange. You find yourself watching him more closely, catching moments that feel just a little bit different.

There’s a shift between you, too, something new lingering just beneath the surface, threading itself into each conversation. It’s a tension that neither of you dares to name. The way he walks, the way he talks to you—it all feels sharper, more vivid somehow. And the way he says your name now, in that deeper tone with that familiar hint of teasing, makes your heart race a little faster, even though you tell yourself it’s silly.

One afternoon, you’re sitting side by side on the campus lawn, watching students pass by, each absorbed in their own lives. Oscar’s fingers idly pull at the grass between you, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you, lingering just a moment too long. His eyes are warm but searching, as if there’s something he’s been holding back. 

“Do you…miss me over the summer?” He asks, half-smiling but with an edge to his tone, as if he’s testing the waters.

You laugh, rolling your eyes as you give his shoulder a playful shove. “Are you forgetting the reason I spend half my summer awake at the strangest hours? Making sure your calls don’t end with me passing out mid-conversation?” You raise an eyebrow, leaning back. “Trust me, bub, you’re impossible to forget.”

“Just wanted to make sure,” he says, jutting out his lower lip in a mock pout. His gaze stays steady on you, his eyes searching yours, and there’s something there—something you can’t quite place but that you feel all the way down to your bones.

You swallow, trying to keep your tone as light as his. “Oh, Oscar. No need to be dramatic. You’ve been stuck with me since orientation.” You smile, warm and reassuring. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

His chuckle is warm, but the laugh doesn’t fully reach his eyes. A flicker of something vulnerable, almost haunted, crosses his face. “People have a way of leaving,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, Lando’s about to graduate, and after that…well, things change.”

His words hang between you, stark against the background noise of campus life. It’s a reality you both understand: university, with its friendships, late-night talks, and steady routines, is never as permanent as it feels in the moment. Change is inevitable, and soon, it’ll come for all of you.

You scoot a little closer, letting your shoulder brush against his, grounding him in the here and now. “Lando’s an old man at the edge of freedom, the lucky bastard.” You smirk, nudging him gently. “You and I though? We’re still the same. No one’s going anywhere.”

For a moment, you both just sit there, the weight of unspoken promises lingering between you. His gaze dips briefly to your lips before flicking back up, and there’s a spark of something that feels new, unexpected. It’s as though he’s waiting for the right words, like there’s a tune that neither of you has heard yet playing gently in the background, just waiting for one of you to finally hum along.

You rest your head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath, letting the familiar weight of his presence ground you. “We’ve got time, Oscar.”

He grins, a little reluctantly, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that softens his expression, something unguarded and real. You can feel the silent understanding settle between you both, an unspoken promise that maybe, just maybe, some things don’t have to change.

Not yet.

And now, you’re here. Typing out the lyrics to the song you know is going to be for Oscar, while lying on his bed with his arm resting comfortably around your waist, his breathing slow and even beside you. The gentle weight of his arm keeps you grounded, but it’s more than that; it’s the warmth of him next to you, a presence you can’t shake, a feeling that lingers even when he’s not here.

You’d thought nothing had changed between you two. But now, looking back, you see it—small shifts, like puzzle pieces rearranging themselves before you even noticed they’d moved. Maybe it’s the way he’s been studying your face a little longer, or the way he’s been holding your hand more often, or how he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear without a second thought.

Then, there was that moment just a while ago. You’d been sprawled out on Lando’s bed as usual, laughing at some random meme he'd shown you. But Oscar was just watching you, a soft expression in his eyes that felt almost...territorial.

"C'mere," he’d said suddenly, his voice soft but insistent, breaking through your laughter. “Stay with me.”

Lando had raised an eyebrow at Oscar’s request, and you’d missed a small knowing smirk on his lips. But you were more focused on how Oscar’s eyes hadn’t left you, his hand reaching out in a quiet invitation.

You’d moved over to him, hesitating for only a second before settling into his arms. The way his hand had rested on your waist, his fingers drawing small circles there as you leaned against him, felt different—like he was anchoring you there, like he wanted you closer than usual. And though he’d acted like it was nothing, you could have sworn you felt his heartbeat pick up against your shoulder.

Now it’s just the two of you, the quiet of the dorm settling around you, warm and easy. Lando had left a while ago, heading to a friend’s party and leaving you and Oscar alone—though not before snapping a couple photos of you two on the same bed. The dim light from the streetlamp outside filters through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room, and you can’t help but notice how natural it all feels—like you were always meant to be here.

Oscar stretches beside you, facing you with his hazy eyes and that familiar, sleepy smile. There’s something gentle in his gaze, a kind of warmth that makes your pulse skip a little, though you try to ignore it, focusing instead on the slow rhythm of his breathing and the subtle sound of his laughter still echoing from earlier.

“Comfortable?” he murmurs, his voice low and a little drowsy. His hand, warm and steady, rests lightly on your shoulder as he draws you closer.

“Yeah,” you say, not even bothering to hide the smile in your voice. It’s almost ridiculous, the calm that fills you while you’re with him—no masks, no obligations, just the two of you in the cozy quiet.

Minutes pass in an easy silence, your head resting just close enough to his that you can feel his breath against your cheek. When you look up, he’s already watching you, eyes half-lidded, a softness in them you haven’t quite seen before. There’s a vulnerability there, something almost unguarded, as if he’s waiting for you to catch onto a feeling that he’s carried all along.

Your eyes drift closed, and soon enough, the quiet thrum of his heartbeat beside you becomes a lullaby, easing you to sleep with a sense of comfort you can’t remember feeling anywhere else.

When you wake the next morning, soft sunlight is spilling through the blinds, warming the room with a gentle glow. For a moment, you’re disoriented, blinking away sleep and adjusting to the soft, steady breathing beside you. Then you remember—you’re still here, wrapped in the blankets beside Oscar.

Oscar stirs, his eyes fluttering open just enough to catch you watching him. A lazy grin tugs at his lips, and his hand, which had somehow ended up wrapped around yours, gives the smallest, sleep-tinged squeeze.

"Morning," he mumbles, voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," you reply, feeling a warmth settle over you that has nothing to do with the morning light filtering through the blinds. There’s a pause, a soft kind of stillness stretching between you, as if the world outside doesn’t exist yet and you’re suspended here, in this quiet, shared moment.

"G’moooooorning," Lando groans from across the room, his voice muffled by the covers. The two of you chuckle, knowing he’ll be facing a brutal hangover today.

Still smiling, you shift to sit up, and that’s when it hits you—just how close you and Oscar are, practically nose to nose on his twin bed. His hand is still loosely draped around yours, and you can feel his steady breaths, warm against your cheek. The familiarity of it sends a pleasant hum through you, a feeling of rightness that’s been quietly building in moments like this.

Oscar’s gaze catches yours, his eyes lingering just a bit longer than usual, and you notice the small smile playing on his lips, a little shy, a little more awake now. For a split second, something in his expression feels different—like there’s a question he hasn’t quite asked, or a confession he’s almost ready to say.

You feel a flicker of something, unexpected and thrilling, settle in your chest. And in that moment, you think that maybe, just maybe, there's something more here. 

But you shake the thoughts from your head. You’re just friends. Best friends.

Oscar’s bed is quickly becoming your new headquarters, if only because he won’t let you sit on Lando’s anymore. He insists it’s practical—Lando’s bed is too far from his side of the room, and Lando would complain about your stuff spilling over anyway—but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to it. And Oscar’s growing possessiveness over “his side of the room” only fuels that suspicion.

One afternoon, as you’re curled up in his bed, typing out lyrics on your laptop, his phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, smiles, and excuses himself to take the call, wandering to the far side of the room. You’re too focused on your song to notice right away, but something about his tone pulls you from your work.

“Hey, yeah…I know, I know,” he says, his voice soft and a little bashful. You can’t make out the other end of the conversation, but whatever they’re saying has him pacing, one hand ruffling his hair as he mutters a response.

He sighs a second later, a smile playing on his lips. “Come on, it’s not…it’s not that easy, alright?” He glances over at you, catching your eye for a brief, vulnerable moment before quickly looking away, his cheeks tinged with color. “I don’t think she’s...aware of anything like that. Not yet, at least.”

You can practically hear the teasing tone from the caller without even needing the words, and Oscar groans, running his hand over his face. “Okay, but…what if…I mean, what if it messes things up?”

You pretend to be fully absorbed in your screen, fighting back a small smile. You can’t hear the other side, but the snippets you catch send a warm flutter through your chest for some reason. 

“Fine, fine,” he chuckles, conceding. “No, I get it. I do.” He steals another glance your way, a softer, unguarded look in his eyes, something unspoken. “Look, I’ll...I’ll think about it, okay?”

When he hangs up and returns to the bed, there’s a new, nervous smile on his face, like he’s holding back.

“Good talk?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light, though curiosity buzzes in your chest.

“Yeah, uh, just Hattie,” he says, still sounding casual, though his eyes are filled with something quieter, maybe even hopeful. He hesitates, as though choosing his words carefully. “She, um…thinks I should take more risks.”

“Oh yeah?” you tease, leaning in, feeling the familiar, magnetic pull between you. “What kind of risks?”

He laughs, though there’s a nervous edge to it, his gaze dropping to the edge of the blanket as he fidgets with it. “Just…the ones that aren’t obvious until you actually go for them, I guess.”

You hum, shifting back to your lyrics, though your heart skips a beat. The air between you feels charged, like you’re both on the edge of something new and a little terrifying.

It’s two weeks before the open mic, and you’re sitting at your desk, carefully polishing every line, every note of the song. There’s a rhythm to it now, a familiarity as you hum the lyrics under your breath, and suddenly, it hits you—this song, this performance, everything…it’s for him.

You're in love with Oscar Piastri.

You don’t exactly know when it happened—the exact moment it shifted from comfortable friendship to something deeper. Maybe it was that quiet moment on the field when you swore he looked at your lips a little too long, or when you found yourself deciding to dedicate this song to him. Maybe it’s always been this way with you both, feelings going deeper but never having the chance to be more.

Now though, it’s glaringly obvious. And it’s stressing you the fuck out.

Lando, on the other hand, is having the time of his life.

“Oh, thank the heavens!” He snickers, barely containing his glee as you finally confess it to him, late one night while Oscar’s out with other friends. He dramatically wipes a nonexistent tear from his eye. “I was starting to think you’d never figure it out!”

“It’s not funny!” You groan, slumping back into the chair across from him, running a hand through your hair.

“It soooo is!” Lando cackles, his laughter echoing through the room. “I mean, come on, Y/N. You were acting all kinds of weird back when he had a girlfriend!”

You sit up defensively, crossing your arms. “I was being a good friend! I even hung out with her!”

“On hangouts you always had issues with!”

“She was never on time and flaked constantly!”

He rolls his eyes, his smirk widening. “Fine, fine. But what about the fact that you basically live here now, huh? You and Oscar are like a package deal.”

You stick out your tongue. “You like having me around.”

“Yeah, yeah, I do,” he admits, smirking. “But come on. It’s obvious now—you’ve liked him for ages.”

You sigh, shoulders dropping as the weight of the truth settles in. “Yeah. I guess I have.” You let out a breath, feeling both relieved and nervous now that you’ve finally said it out loud.

Lando leans forward, raising an eyebrow. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”

You blink, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable. “I mean…do I have to do anything? What if he doesn’t feel the same?”

Lando gives you a look, the kind only a big brother can give, full of patience and a hint of frustration. “Y/N, the guy looks at you like you hung the stars. Seriously. You could be a serial killer and he’d be wagging his tail while helping you dig a hole.” He chuckles. “He’s madly in love with you. I swear it.”

You laugh, feeling warmth spread through you at his words. But you still shake your head, hesitant. “You think so?”

“Duh,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Look, don’t overthink it. Just play your song, put it all out there, and see how he reacts. You’ll know.”

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful nudge. “When did you get so wise?”

“Probably when I had my graduation photos taken,” he grins, brushing you off.

You laugh along with him, feeling a little lighter. Maybe he’s right. Maybe that’s all you need to do—play the song, let the words say everything you’re too afraid to put out there, and hope he hears it in all the ways that matter.

Two days before the open mic, you’re practicing alone in the small rehearsal room on campus, running through the song again and again. The lyrics are practically engraved in your memory, but each time you sing them, they feel heavier, more vulnerable. You’ve poured so much of yourself, of your memories, into these words—it’s impossible not to think of him as you sing them.

The door creaks open, and you almost jump out of your skin. Oscar steps inside, an easy smile on his face as he leans against the doorway, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Hey,” he says, his voice low and soft, “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just wanted to see how you were doing.”

You clear your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up as you try to act casual. "Just practicing,” you say, glancing away and strumming a few absent chords on your guitar. “You know, trying to make it sound…not terrible."

He chuckles, shaking his head as he walks further into the room. “Not a chance of that. I know it’s gonna be incredible." He stops just a few feet from you, and suddenly the room feels much smaller. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this serious about something that wasn’t for our grade. It’s kind of amazing.”

You laugh, a little too nervously. "It might have turned out to be more important to me than I originally thought.”

He watches you, and there’s something unreadable in his expression, a mix of admiration and curiosity. It makes you feel exposed, as if he can see right through you, into the meaning behind what you just said, into all the feelings you’ve been trying so hard to keep under wraps since you realized.

“Since we met…” You trail off, catching yourself, unsure if you want to finish that sentence.

Oscar raises an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at his lips. “Since we met…what?” he asks, leaning a little closer, his gaze locked onto yours.

The words almost spill out—how you can’t help but think he looks like an angel when he smiles, or how sometimes you wonder what it would be like to kiss him in a moment like this, your mind drifting to the memory of the two of you dancing in the rain, soaked and laughing as if it’s just the two of you in the world. 

But you’re not sure you’re ready for that. Not with the performance so close, and definitely not when he’s standing here looking at you like that.

Though what that is, you can’t say. Or maybe you’re still too scared to find out.

Instead, you manage a small smile, shrugging. “I don’t know…since we met, it’s just been…magic,” you say quietly, the word barely louder than a whisper.

There’s a brief flicker of surprise in his eyes, something soft and almost vulnerable, and then he smiles. “Yeah…yeah, I know what you mean,” he says, his voice dropping to a murmur. He’s close now, close enough that you feel the warmth radiating from him, and for a second, it feels like maybe you’re not the only one feeling this.

It takes everything in you not to lean in, not to close the distance. Instead, you look away, your heart racing. "So…you’ll be there? For the performance?"

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says, his voice sincere, and the way he’s looking at you makes it feel like maybe he means more than just the performance.

When the open mic comes, you’re almost a wreck, nervous and excited all at once. When the night of the open mic finally arrives, you’re a mix of nerves and excitement, feeling each second tick by as the lights dim and the hum of the audience grows. Backstage, you tighten your grip on your guitar, casting one last look through the curtain to see if he’s there. But he isn’t.

A pang of disappointment settles into your chest. You tell yourself he’s probably just running late and that any second, he’ll slip in, giving you that half-smile he always has when he knows he’s kept you waiting. But a part of you can’t shake the small, sinking feeling that maybe…maybe you were hoping for too much.

But Oscar’s never let you down. And you don’t think he’d start now. 

When your turn comes, you take a deep breath and step onto the stage, feeling the warmth of the spotlight, and yet the crowd feels distant—none of them the person you want there the most. Settling into your seat, you scan the room one last time, but he’s still not there.

With a quiet sigh, you look down at your guitar, anchoring yourself in the familiar strings, the melody you’ve practiced countless times. You close your eyes, letting the weight of your feelings pour into the chords, filling every note with the things you’ve never been able to say.

Your voice starts soft, and as you sing, memories start playing in your mind. You think of meeting him at the Freshman orientation, the awkwardness, the fragility of the budding friendship—but you also think of the way you knew he was gonna be a part of your life, the certainty with which you realized you like having him around.

Hey darling, I know looks can be deceiving, But I know I saw a light in you And as we walked, we would talk, And I didn’t say half the things I wanted to.

You picture him beside you, the way his voice dips low when he’s teasing, the way his hand always seems to find yours in crowded spaces, like it’s second nature to him. A small smile tugs at your lips as you sing, the words becoming more and more specific to your story with him.

The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you say my name It's beautiful, wonderful—don’t you ever change.

Each word spills out, heavy and vulnerable, leaving you bare as you play. Every line is something you’ve kept close, something you’ve been afraid to say, and it’s only now, on this stage, that you’re finally able to let it out.

Hey darling, why are people always leaving? I think you and I should stay the same.

Each note, each line is a confession, a quiet vulnerability you let slip through the melody, hoping he hears it—wherever he is. 

As you near the song’s climax, your gaze sweeps over the crowd, people swaying in time with the music, and then, finally, you see him.

He’s standing near the entrance, face slightly flushed, like he’s just rushed in, but he’s there, his eyes fixed on you with a look that sends a surge of warmth straight to your chest.

When he catches you looking, he raises his hand in a small wave, a hint of that familiar grin on his lips. The weight on your chest lifts and you feel a renewed sense of purpose, like you’re the only two people in the room, your voice steadying as your gaze stays locked on his.

Hey darling, I could give you 50 reasons why I should be the one you choose.

A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, and you can’t help but imagine all those reasons, each one racing through your mind. You could probably give him more than fifty—and every one of them would be true.

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful, but would they write a song for you?

When you sing that line, he chuckles, shaking his head slightly. The sight makes you laugh, your voice softening as you step into the final chorus, feeling like every word has finally found its rightful place.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain So, come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else

The last notes hang in the air as you let the final chords fade, your fingers gently leaving the strings. The song comes full circle, wrapping up with the melody that began beneath the oak tree, when you first decided to give this song to him.

The applause swells, and you stand, bowing before making your way backstage, where you know he’ll be waiting. Heart pounding, you step through the curtain, and there he is, leaning against the wall, hands behind his back, looking at you with a combination of expressions you’ve never quite seen on him before—soft, maybe a little nervous, with a hint of pride shining in his eyes.

“You’re late,” you tease, unable to keep the grin off your face.

He smiles sheepishly and, with a slight flourish, pulls a bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind his back. “Turns out flower shops are in high demand on nights like this.”

Your heart melts a little as you take the bouquet, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of the flowers. “You’re forgiven,” you murmur, glancing up at him.

He rolls his eyes in playful relief. “Good. You get cranky when you’re mad.” He chuckles as you give him a slight nudge. “C’mon let’s get out of here. Dinner’s on me.”

You nod, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and relief, and hurry to pack up your guitar. As you walk out together, his hand finds its place gently but firmly on your hip, guiding you toward the door. And if you notice the way he pulls you just a little closer, his fingers lingering as if they belong there, you don’t say anything—you just smile and let yourself fall. 

For once, maybe things are exactly as they should be.

Dinner’s casual, nothing too fancy, but there’s a shift in the air. He’s more forward now, his fingers brushing against yours with a confidence you haven’t seen before. He holds your hand a little tighter, his gaze lingering on your lips more often than it ever has.

Lando was right. You knew it. And so did he.

The meal feels familiar—easy laughter, the same teasing banter, inside jokes that still land with ease. But beneath it all, there’s an unspoken tension, a hum in the air that keeps the silence between you both louder than it should be. It’s the quiet weight of a confession that hasn’t been made, but you both feel it there, just waiting for the right moment.

He links your fingers together as you walk back toward your dorm. The night feels like it’s stretching out, slow and deliberate, each step bringing you closer to something inevitable.

You break the silence first. 

“When did you come in?” You ask, glancing up at him.

“A little bit before you sang…” He clears his throat, his smile teasing. He sings the line with a laugh, "The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name, it's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change."

You groan, embarrassed, but can’t help smiling at how effortlessly he teases you. He laughs, full of heart, and says, “I loved every moment of it.”

“Good,” you reply, the words simple but carrying everything you want to say. You lean a little closer, just enough for him to feel the shift in the air between you.

As you reach your door, you stop, heart racing in your chest. You look at him, trying to gauge what he’s feeling, the question that’s been swirling in your mind now impossible to keep inside. 

“Did you get it then? What I meant to say?”

Oscar’s expression softens, and he steps closer, his hand gently covering yours where it rests on your guitar. “Y/N,” he says, his voice low, “I think I got the message loud and clear.”

Before you can say anything, his fingers brush your cheek, his touch so soft it sends a shiver through you. The world feels like it’s slowing down, the noise of the night receding into the background as he leans in just a little closer. “Play me the song again,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “So I can hear it in full.”

You chuckle, your heart fluttering in your chest. “I should’ve just written a song with fifty reasons why it should be me.”

He shakes his head, a soft smile playing at his lips as his thumb brushes against your skin. “You didn’t need fifty reasons. Just one would’ve been enough.”

“And what would that reason be?” You ask, your breath catching in your throat.

“Because I love you too.”

And then, before you can process anything more, he’s kissing you. It’s soft, tender—like the final note to a song you’ve been playing in your heart for what feels like forever. You melt into the kiss, the world around you vanishing as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapped around you, grounding you in a way that feels like home.

In that quiet moment, as the sounds of the night drift into the background, you realize it was always meant to be this way. All the magic, all the feelings have been there since the day you met. 

Everything falls exactly into place.

[baby-you-you]

12-13 year old boy regressor (who has an emotional support stuffed animal)?

12-13 Y/O Boy-re regressor theme !!!

🧸 activities

Coloring books or activitiy books Watching cartoons or kids’ movies (e.g., Pokémon, LEGO Ninjago) Listening to lullabies or kid-friendly music Building with LEGOs or magnetic tiles Playing with action figures Snuggling your comfort stuffie Playing video games (Minecraft, Roblox, Mario Kart) Storytime Drawing or painting with non-toxic supplies Riding a scooter or bike Tag, hide & Seek.

🧸 clothes

Fuzzy jammies Hoodie & Joggers Onesies/footies Character t-shirts (Sonic, Pokémon, Marvel, etc.) Fun-print socks Overalls or comfy shorts with elastic waist Light-up sneakers or wheelies Slippers shaped like animals or characters

🧸 toys

Your comfort plush! Weighted plushies or blankets Fidget toys (pop-its, squishies, tangles) LEGOs or magnetic building kits Toy cars, tracks, or Hot Wheels Action figures (superheroes, ninjas, robots) Nerf blasters (gentle play) RC cars or simple drones Slime/Kinetic sand Craft kits or DIY science sets

🧸 games

Memory games or matching cards Digital story games Roblox Minecraft Puzzle games (Tangrams, jigsaws) UNO Mario Kart pokemon board games

🧸 foods/drinks

Apple slices Mac-n-cheese Dinosaur nuggets Animal crackers Goldfish juice boxes Yoo-hoo Pudding cups Waffles/pancakes Ice cream / popsicles Fun drinks (Blue raspberry slushies, milkshakes, etc)

🧸 nicknames <3

Lil boy baby boy little guy sweetpea little fella cub bubs bubba buddy Dino champ kiddo

[clip-the-simp]

Training Day

Ao3 Master list

Pairing: Logan Howlett // Wolverine x mutant!fem!reader

Word Count: 2,806

Cw: slight proofreading, language, violence, blood,

Summary: Professor X decided it’s time for you to hone your powers for more than just defensive field work. However things get a little out of hand when Logan is the one running the simulation.

A/N: Reader had the same powers as in the previous fic, A Logan Holiday. I’ll be keeping the readers powers and backstory the same unless someone sends in a request for other power variants or I state otherwise.

It frustrated you to no end that you had been forced out of your comfort zone. You were good at what you did. Bending light particles to form unbreakable shields was the safest use of your powers. It was useful for keeping both the team and bystanders out of harm's way.

Charles however saw the potential in your abilities. Not only could you bend light particles but also atoms on a subatomic level. It took more out of you to manipulate denser atoms which is why the training was necessary. But no matter how much you pushed yourself, the fear of causing an atomic explosion and whipping out the institute loomed over your head.

“Fight like you mean it!” Logan yelled before another blast from the cannon fired. The Danger room was simulated as an attack from a Sentinel and so far your ass was getting kicked. Charles had decided it was time for you to learn more offensive maneuvers instead of always being on the defensive.

The impact from the blast brought you to the ground where you quickly had to roll out of the way of falling debris. Your breathing was ragged as you stood, Logan looking down at you from the control room. His voice yet again came over the speakers.

“You gotta use your powers offensively bub.” There was a crackle as he cut the feed. You glared up at him through furrowed brows. Sensing a rock hurtling in your direction you effortlessly formed a shield which caused the boulder to break on impact. The pieces falling to the ground as they broke.

“This is stupid!” You yelled as you lowered the shield again. Logan continued to look down at you, his eyes never left yours as he pressed another button. Suddenly another door opened where two more Sentinels were revealed and immediately fired on you. Quickly you moved and ducked behind a fallen metal beam before you threw a bubble shield over yourself. Adrenaline pumped rapidly through your bloodstream at an alarming rate as you assessed the situation. Not even Scott could take down three of those robots by himself. It no longer felt like training, it was beginning to feel like a murder attempt.

“What do you think you're doing?!” You yelled once again to Logan. Not paying much attention, the Sentinels had made their way behind you to rip the beam away from you. With a petrified look plastered on your face you quickly dissolved the shield and began to run.

“I’m pushing you. If you're not going to use your powers willingly I’ll force them out of you.” Logan informed you over the loudspeaker. Panic started to build in your chest at the realization that the only way out was to completely destroy the Sentinels.

“Fuck you!” You managed to retort before your foot caught on a rock, causing you to trip and land face first into a concrete slab. Tears welled up in your eyes from the impact to your nose, the feeling of blood started to run from it. Not paying enough attention to your surroundings, a metal hand quickly gripped your body in a firm hold, the air forced out of your lungs.

The panic returned, the focus no longer on your bloody nose or the bruise blooming on your check. The instinct to survive kicked in with a flash. The air particles around you were no longer being used to form shields and were instead large spears that forced their way through the metal of each robot.

The hand of the one holding you captive was the first to receive retribution. A spear going through its wrist to release you from its bonds. Before quickly receiving another that pierced through the cranium and the chest, pinning the robot to the floor. You formed a disk to stand on as the Sentinel released you. Your eyes glowing slightly with the color of your powers.

The other two metal beasts soon received similar treatment as the first. One got a spear that penetrated through both thighs and finished off with another piercing through the center of the chest all the way up through the skull. As for the final one the finishing blow was a spear that went from the crown of the head and through its torso which staked it to the ground.

With all three Sentinels dead you lowered yourself back to the ground, firmly planting your feet as the simulation faded away. Leaving behind only yourself and the slain robots. The Training room doors opened behind you but you paid them no attention. Instead looking at the metal bodies that remained before you. Each one contorted in a way that made them seem almost angelic. The spears in their bodies still glowed as your shields often did. With a quick wave of your hand the spears vanished and the hunks of metal collapsed to the ground.

“Well that’s one way to do it.” Logan’s voice broke through your thoughts which brought you back to the fact he was the reason this happened. A short sword quickly formed in your hand as you swung around. The tip of the blade resting at his collar bone. Your breathing still heavy as you glared daggers into him. Your nose was slowly still bleeding and the swelling in your check was getting worse. Normally you would’ve focused on healing yourself by now but your anger had gotten the better of you.

“You could’ve killed me.” You said, pushing the blade harder against his skin. He never flinched, simply keeping his eyes locked on yours. His eyebrow rose as he took you in.

“But I didn’t. Next time-“ he began, but you quickly cut him off. Whipping around and nicking his skin with the blade as you moved it further up to rest under his chin. If looks could kill, Logan would be on the floor stone cold dead.

“There isn’t going to be a next time.” You informed him. There was a cough from the door which you instantly knew who from. You lowered the sword and looked over to the door where you found Charles approaching in his wheelchair.

“I think you’re looking at this the wrong way my dear.” He said calmly, trying to get your perspective to turn positive. That was fairly hard to do when all you could think about was your potential death.

“And how should I look at it?” You bit back, frustration starting to bubble into your bloodstream. “This time around I stayed in control. I knew my environment and knew what would happen if I let loose. Out there in the real world I’m not able to do that.” Your voice grew harsh but it was the only thing holding back the tears that wanted to form.

“In the field I’m not always able to kill the bad guy. So what happens if I do, huh? More Mutants get slaughtered because of my negligence? This is why I always stayed on the side lines.” The sword you once held dissipated into the art as your hands began to shake. You hated losing your composure and sought to gain it back. With a deep inhale you ran your hand over your face. The stinging from the bruise grounding you back in reality.

You knew what Charles was doing was for your benefit. The fact of the matter however was that you had fought for years to stay out of the line of fire. Your powers could be of great use of course, but the bad guys were always the ones looking to use them. Being at the institut was the only way you could insure your safety. So Charles deciding to go against what you had fought so hard to keep was almost insulting.

“Charles, I think she’s right. I pushed her too far. She made great progress today so we should just leave it at that.” Wolverine placed a hand on your shoulder as he spoke to the professor. He’s thumb lightly stroking over your costume. Looking at him you saw the knick from the sword had already healed over as Logan drew closer to you.

The Professor hummed in agreement, quickly realizing that perhaps he was too hard on you. “Very well. Perhaps I did go a bit far today. Please accept my apology as I was only trying to improve your abilities.”

“You’re forgiven.” The words fell from your mouth before you could register your thoughts. The pain in your cheek had become too much for you to think straight.

It hadn’t taken Charles long to notice your discomfort, quickly instructing Logan to take care of you and while Hank fixed up the training Sentinels. You walked with Logan to the infirmary in complete silence. Taking time to focus on your cheek in order to heal the bruise that had formed. Your nose had stopped bleeding at that point but the blood still remained caked to your face.

Once in the infirmary, you made your way over to the sink and grabbed a rag off the top of the pile. Being the school nurse and team medic, you knew where everything was in the room. As the water grew hot you took the cloth and held it to your face to rehydrate the dried blood.

“Sorry for being so rough on you. It was at the professor's request.” Logan leaned his back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. Still holding the rag to your face, you side eyed him. Keeping quiet in favor of reserving your dignity.

Blood now soaked into the rag you finished cleaning up before finally drying your face. Logan never stopped watching you as you worked, cloth finding its way to the hazard bin while you sanitized the rest of the area. You were trying your best to ignore him since the incident from mere moments ago. The thought of him potentially killing you still on your mind.

“Can you quit staring?” You growled before turning to exit the room. With everything sterilized you were able to leave to rest up in your room. Logan continued to follow you through the halls and back up to the main floor. The further he followed you the more aggravated you got. You kept your expressions calm however as you passed students in the hallways.

Many of them greeted you with a smile which was quickly returned. A few older students waved at Logan who loomed over you but most were intimidated by him so didn’t dare look in your direction. It didn’t take long before you were back at your room, Logan still hot on your heels.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Logan.” You finally snapped at him, whipping around to plant your finger into his chest. His expression was unreadable, void of any detectable emotion. Not even his signature scowl was to be seen.

“I know that.” He said with just as little emotion that was on his face. It almost made you feel bad for being so mean spirited towards him.

Almost.

“Then you can quit following me. Charles may have asked you to watch me, but I’m telling you I’m fine on my own.” You poked his chest again before crossing your arms and straightening your back. His gaze was already fixed on you as you glared up at him.

“I’m not here because of him.” He informed you while crossing his own arms. His eyes never left yours as he stared down at you.

“Then why? Feeling bad for nearly killing me.” Quirking an eyebrow you proceeded to grill him. You were simply trying to get under his skin. However your worlds twisted the knife you didn’t know was already planted in him. His brows furrowed slightly but his eyes held an underlying emotion you couldn’t pick out just yet.

“Yes.” He simply replied. It caught you completely off guard. Your stance softened before you averted your gaze to the ground. That wasn’t what you were expecting so a response was lost to you. Guilt twisting your stomach as you tried to find a way to resolve the situation. With a sigh you lowered your arms and reached for the door handle to your room.

“Want to watch a movie with me? I wouldn’t mind your company.” You offered before twisting the knob and letting the door swing open. Logan relaxed a little at your offer, a soft smile adorning his face.

“Sure. Just try to avoid a musical.” He said, you smiled up at him before spinning on your heels to enter your room. He followed close behind as you gave a half hearted pout at his disdain for musicals.

“Oh you’re no fun.” You said before walking over to the night stand to flick on the lamp. Logan proceeded to shut the door behind him as you walked around the room to turn on a few more light sources.

“Why not use the overhead light?” He asked from his spot at the door. A laugh left you as you turned to him, now having made your way to the TV stand.

“I like this atmosphere better. Got a problem with that?” Picking up the remotes you turned on the DVD player along with the TV before setting the remotes back on the coffee table in front of the loveseat.

“Not at all. Seems far cozier.” Logan admitted as he moved over to where you stood. Leaning down you opened the entertainment center to reveal all the movies you owned. The collection was extensive due to your many years of living and broad taste in films.

“I need to change out of this suit. Pick a movie while I change.” You instructed before moving over to your dresser on the opposite side of the room. It was placed beside the bathroom door which you were lucky to have. Being as you were a permanent resident of the school your room had its perks.

“Yes Ma’am.” Logan said with a bet of sarcasm as he knelt down to examine the cases that laid before him. He was even a bet taken aback by the stockpile you had.

“Do you want a change of clothes? I might have some oversized sweatpants to fit you.” You made the offer as you rummaged through your clothes. Logan was in his usual jeans and white wife beater combo but figured it polite to ask if he wanted to change too.

“I’m alright, bub. Go change while I find a movie.” He waved a hand over the couch as his focus stayed on the film titles. You nodded to yourself while grabbing a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a blue tee, quickly walking into the bathroom. It didn’t take long for you to change but you did take a minute to look over yourself. Ensuring that there weren’t any more major bruises or cuts left over from training.

There weren’t any that were of great concern so you walked back into your living space to rejoin Logan. He was lounging on the love seat with an arm draped over the back of the couch. His feet were propped up on the table which you would have to get on him for later, but what caught your attention the most was the movie he chose.

“Hacksaw Ridge, really?” You asked with a skeptical tone of voice. Of all the movies he could’ve chosen you hadn’t expected it to be that one. Sure you know he preferred historical based media but it still came as a shock. Especially since you had many other, and bloodier, historical films.

“Yeah. It was in your collection.” He stated the obvious as you began to walk over to him. You scoffed at his remark.

“Well if I start crying you’re not allowed to judge me.” A chuckle came from Logan for your remark as you marched forward. Quickly grabbing a throw blanket off your bed before curling up on the couch next to Logan. You avoided leaning into him but when he grabbed your shoulder and tugged you into his side there was no protesting.

His smell flooded your senses as you laid there. The bitter smell of his cigars and lingering scent of pine always brought comfort. As much as you wanted to hold a grudge against him for the training, you couldn’t.

“I won’t judge you.” Logan paused for a moment before pressing play on the movie. “At least not too much.” He added while he looked down at you, your eyebrows knitted together as you looked back at him. The two of you laughed lightly before quieting down for the film. Your head rested on his shoulder as it began. It didn’t take long before your eyes began to drift shut and you eased off to sleep.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 112)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57014356/chapters/163361170

The rest of the ship did not take the eldest Doorman child's revival as well as her parents did. Barring Thad, V, and Lizzy.

The moment V had seen those two little purple eyelights, she sprinted forward and grabbed her, lifting her up above her head and smiling from visor-end to visor-end.

Tera giggling all the while, her aunt squishing her to bits in her arms while tears filled V's eyelights, a silent vow to never let anything like this happen ever again.

Lizzy was much the same, though subdued. She held Tera tightly, much to the toddlers infinite joy, and Lizzy near choked when Tera threw her arms around her neck and belted “Auntie Izzy!”

Thad smiled, Tera and the young man sharing the most affectionate wrestling match the ship had even seen, with Tera biting his fingers and getting tickled until she called “Unkie!”

Bishop flailed his arms out at his older sister when he was taken from his pod and placed on the floor in front of her.

“Bub!” She squealed, almost toppling him over in an affectionate nuzzle that had both of them giggling

Chirp! Pip! Peep!

Bishop pinged, which currently meant nothing at his age, but in a couple months would pick up as words.

Everyone in the little family celebrated. The why or how currently discarded in favor of taking the joy as it came.

That was… until someone ruined it.

“Wasn't she dead?” Came harshly from a huddled group of worker drones, Revealed of course… to be Dale.

Even after the population was cut in half by the hasty escape, he'd somehow lived.

Uzi growled at him, sounding almost feral. Perhaps because N was currently piloting the ship and was not there to be her impulse control.

“Mind your business!” Was the most polite thing she could think of saying, anything else being an insult or a violent action.

“It's everyone's damn business! She was a corpse and now she's alive!? She's one of those things now!” He pushed himself in front of the crowd, pointing an accusatory finger and the unknowing toddler and surrounding family.

“If she was like them she'd be mindless. Look at her, does she seem mindless?” Thad rushed to Uzi's side to try and fill in for a lack of N.

Tera looked over at the argument with a cocked head.

Meanie… She thought.

Very. Much. So… Came the agreement from the voice from earlier.

She was confused at the second, more robotic presence that she seemed to now share a mind with, but she said nothing about it… maybe it was normal, she'd seen both her parents talk to themselves… maybe they had voices too.

“Like I wanna fucking risk it after the shit we just went through.” Dale spat, he was getting closer to Uzi, still pointing his ugly finger.

Tera growled under her breath when he got too close… only it reverbed like there were two people growling at the same time. No one else seemed to notice.

“Lay off Bozo! After what we just went through this is a win! I'm not sure if you've noticed, but our population just got bisected! We can't afford to… what are you going to suggest? Kill a toddler?” Lizzy, carrying Bishop in a sling she’d stolen-borrowed from Uzi.

Dale backed up slightly at that, perhaps realizing that “Let's kill a child.” was not the greatest hill to die on.

“It's not a toddler anymore if it's gonna infect us all, or did we all suddenly forget how fast this stuff spreads?!” -Or maybe he just needed a moment to rebrand.

“I'm sorry.” Uzi said very… very calmly. Which immediately made half the rooms eyelights hollow in slight fear. “Let me make this clear.”

“This is my ship. Made by my blueprints, drawn by my hands. And if you lay a fucking hand on my daughter, it's retreating figure is going to be the last thing you see when I blow your ass out of my airlock.”

When she looks up; a purple X is displayed on her visor. Though she lacks the smile… just looks incredibly pissed.

“When we land, who's leader can be decided democratically. But right here, right now. It's fucking me. Does everyone understand that?”

The ship is silent, everyone taking it in.

“Does everyone understand that?”

A chorus of yes's and affirmative mumbles reached her audials.

“She's putting us all in danger!” Dale drums up again.

“You have never liked Mrs. Doorman or her family.” A Spanish accent replies from another huddled group, black hair and purple eyes glaring at him. “And the child clearly does not display the symptoms of… whatever the hell made the zombies.”

Nico Varga crossed his arms in a scowl. “If you were trying to take power by turning us all against Mrs. Doorman. I am afraid at least a quarter of us has worked with her directly.”

Most of the engineers and gaurds that had been outside at the time of the evacuation had made it. As such… they were now made up at least a hundred of the three hundred odd left.

“I am not! I'm using my brain, unlike all of you! Are we just supposed to sit here and wait for this to happen again when we land?!” Dale asked the group incredulously. “Have you all lost your minds?!”

“Yeah! I don't wanna do this again!” a group formed behind Dale… a smaller one, but not insignificant, fifty or so.

Tera looked between the two groups, utterly confused.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Ter! Ter!” A soft little voice waddled towards her, blonde hair and white eyelights, upright on two legs and walking clumsily on her own. Tera's eyelights went hollow, scampering up to the toddling child on all fours. “Kia!”

She vibrated in happiness. Kiara smiled, before tripping-

Tera catches her by standing as well, though she's even more wobbly, not used to walking on two legs.

Despite everyone watching, neither child paid any mind.

“o-Okay?” Tera asked as both little girls supported each other, Kiara regained what little balance she was in the process of learning and looked up with a smile. “Ter-Uh… Ter… Ter-Bear! Ter-Bear!”

Tera giggled. “Hehe!”

“Woa-" They both toppled over on top of each other, unable to stay balanced. They dissolved into giggles as Kiara hugged her best freind with a giant smile.

The group of mostly adults turned away from the display. Dale's face fell.

“Yeah I'm not killing a baby mate.”

“It's like the universe just told is we'd be bad people…”

“That shouldn't sway your opinion! She'll act all cute now and eat you la-”

WHAP!

V hit the man in the back of the head hard enough to send him to the floor. “Shut up, or I'll eat you now” She said deadpan, tail twitching in irritation. “Goes for all of you.”

Dale's group dispersed as quickly as it formed.

Delilah rushed after her daughter. “It took you so long to stand and now you can sprint oh my god.” She said breathlessly, catching up with her tiny tot.

“Hi Lila!” Tera waved at her, still hugging Kiara who had now latched on like a koala.

“Hello dear…” Delilah smiled. At first she tried to pick her daughter up, but Kiara wouldn't let her, preferring to hug Tera.

“Mmmmm war….” She mumbled.

Delilah laughed, standing up and breathing out in relief. “She's staying still… I will take it.”

Uzi walked up to her side. “Did she learn to run just to run to Tera?” She asked, smirking, watching as everyone went back to their business… though with perhaps more sideeye towards her direction then usual.

“She hadn't even stood more then once and she just got up and started moving! Guess she missed her…” Delilah replied with a kind smile. “I'm so happy she's alright, not just for Kiara's sake.”

Uzi smiled back, pain was still behind her eyes, but the smile was genuine.

“How are you holding up?” Delilah asked, putting a hand on Uzi's shoulder.

“Better now. Hopefully no more outbursts until we land…”

“Jinxed it.” Delilah replied matter-of-factly.

“Wuhuh?”

“Erm… Mrs… Captain Uzi, Si- Ma’am" An older gentleman tapped her on the shoulder. “As this is your ship, could you… settle a dispute for us?”

Uzi blinked, looking back at Delilah with hollowed eyelights. “Uh-uhm…”

“You see my son-in-law…” She's near dragged off from the scene with a group of people wanting her to solve their problems, she squirms to try and get away… but it's no use.

…

N hummed a tune to himself as he sat in the pilot's chair, focus entirely on the trajectory of the ship.

The ship had sustained minor damage both by the solver and subsequent explosion, thankfully, Uzi had prepared a stash of material ‘just in case’, and repairs had gone by quickly.

The controls were the same as the pods, so he knew near innately how to drive, his tail wrapping around the lever that dictated thrust and brake and making micromovements to steer them true.

It would take an estimated four months to reach thier destination. Two in sublight to escape the gravity well of Copper-9's star and enter FTL, and another two in sublight to navigate the new system.

Humans had made leagues of progress in the realm of space travel, but it still took a long time to really get anywhere.

He sighed to himself.

Ever since the escape, his mind had felt… more clear, memories less fuzzy, emotions hitting harder.

He'd killed J.

Maybe it wasn't the fact he'd killed her that was bothering him, more the how. The coldness of it, the sadistic kind of pleasure that rose in him, watching her drown in her own acid.

His eyelights furrowed.

When they landed…he needed a new job.

He loved helping people in WDF, he really did, but even that involved some level of hunting. Stalking a perpetrator, gathering Intel. It was all too similar to what he was doing before.

He needed something different, something not violent.

He'd just have to figure out what.

…

Thad was doing his best helping people settle in. The ship was less crowded then it was built for… so it enabled people to claim a space and make it theirs for the journey.

“Alright, you gonna be good Miss?” He asked the young woman he was helping, who smiled at him gratefully.

“Yes! Thank you so much.”

He nodded and began to walk away, a tired look in his eyes as he decided it was break time, pulling a can of fermented oil out of the bag he'd brought.

He sat against the wall of the ship, feeling it rumble as it hurtled through space.

He took a sip as he watched Nico help an old man into his sleeping pod, adjusting it for him so he'd have an easier time getting in and out.

Everyone was in a strange state. Feeling like this was a dream still, or waiting for the other shoe to drop…

“So he's not your kid, and he ain't yours… where'd he come from?”

Thad blinked. Turning to listen in to the conversation he'd unintentionally eavesdropped.

“Maybe his parents brought him in then… went back out? And didn't make it?” One of the drones in the conversation asked lightly, hovering over one of the smaller sleeping pods made for the children.

“I don’t mind taking care of him up here… but I don't wanna be a parent.”

Thad stood up, becoming increasingly concerned. “What's going on now?”

The group of three drones turned to look at him in surprise, all of them a little nervous.

“Uh. This pillbaby is unaccounted for. All the rest of ‘em have a parent or two. But no one's come to claim this one. We think his parents went back out to help people and got… ya know. Munched.”

Thad blinked at the worker drones answer. Walking up to look down into the small sleeping pod.

There's a pillbaby there with bright green eyes, blinking up at Rad with the most innocent look ever, a small smile on his tiny screen.

“And no one wants to adopt?” Thad asks, not taking his eyes off the droneling.

“Nope. People's still recovering, they don't wanna add the stress… maybe when we land it'll be different.”

Thad blinked, reaching into the pod and brushing his hand against the babies soft silicone, the baby boy giggles and gurgles in response.

“I'll do it. Don't worry about it.” Thad said suddenly. “If the little man needs somebody. I don't mind being them.”

The group glanced at each other. “Well that was easy.” They shrugged and walked off, Thad picked up the little one and cradled them properly, looking for some kind of nametag.

The baby giggled at being handled. Thad smiled.

There was no indication of the babies name anywhere on him, and Thad sighed, thinking to himself.

“Well then… What do we call you little dude?”

…

“Rad?” Thad suggested after a moment, being the only decent name he could think of.

The baby wriggled in his arms in happiness.

“Rad it is. Then.”

[the-robot-bracket]

Alright here is the Poll layout. These are the characters

Bracket Green Round 2 (27th of July):

Dummy (Iron Man) vs Deckard (The Brave Police J-Decker)

E-123 Omega (Sonic) vs Chassis Wheatley (Portal)

Intelligence Core (Portal) vs Angela (Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina)

PS5 (Inside Your Brain/Meme) vs Soprano Turret (Portal) vs Anger Core (Portal)

Chibi-Robo (Chibi-Robo) vs E-102 Gamma (Sonic)

Screwbots (Rhythm Heaven) vs Digit (Cyberchase)

Sentry Turret (Portal) vs Cave Johnson Core (Lego Dimensions/Portal)

Megatron (Transformers) vs Optimus Prime (Transformers)

Bracket Blue Pt 1 (15th of June):

Markus (Detroit: Become Human) vs FL4K (Borderlands)

Wet Floor Bots (FNaF) vs Nardole (Doctor Who)

Closet (Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse) vs Computer (Courage the Cowardly Dog)

Arcee (Transformers Prime) vs Defective Turret (Portal)

AZI-345211896246498721347 (Star Wars) vs Robot Mr. Krabs (Spongebob Squarepants)

Flash (Jetpack Joyride) vs The Cogs (ToonTown)

CaveDOS (Portal) vs Emmy (Emmy the Robot)

Metis (Persona) vs Brainstorm (Transformers IDW)

Bracket Blue Pt 2 (22nd of June):

Fi (Legend of Zelda) vs Baby (FNaF)

Tom Servo (Mystery Science Theatre 3000) vs Bastion (Overwatch)

Frankenturret (Portal) vs Emily (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Skipper (Legend of Zelda) vs Lal (Star Trek)

TEC-XX (Paper Mario) vs 9 (9)

Hyperforce (Superhero Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! ) vs Legion (Mass Effect)

Springtron (ARMS) vs Sun (FNaF)

Lore (Star Trek) vs Elle Eedee (Monster High)

Bracket Purple Pt 1 (29th of June):

Penny (RWBY) vs Daleks (Doctor Who)

Min-Droid (Ninjago) vs Svarog (Honkai: Star Rail)

Montgomery Gator (FNaF) vs Tlacey's ComfortUnit (The Murderbot Diaries)

Atlas & P-Body (Portal) Madame Gasket (Robots)

Erek King (Animorphs) vs Robot (Toy Story)

Tabatha (Tales of Symphonia) vs Shockwave (Transformers)

Cabinet Man (Spirit Phone) vs Iko (The Lunar Chronicles)

B-12 (Stray) vs Sari (Transformers Animated)

Bracket Purple Pt 2 (6th of July):

Doris (Val & Isaac Webcomic) vs Cait Sith (Final Fantasy 7)

S.C.O.U.T. (Murder by Numbers) vs Fandroid (Fandroid)

Test Bots (Club Penguin) vs Momo (Stray)

CNMN (Hi-Fi Rush) vs Bubs (Space Sweepers)

Staff Bots (FNaF) vs Every Irken (Invader Zim)

Uncle Bob (Terminator) vs Cobalt (Astro Boy)

PotatOS (Portal) vs Magearna (Pokemon)

House (Invader Zim) vs Kamelion (Doctor Who)

Bracket Red Pt 1 (13rd of July):

Bumblebee (Transformers) vs Atlas (Astro Boy 1980)

Bem (Astro Boy 1964) vs Calculon (Futurama)

Animal King Turret (Portal) vs Sophie (Persona)

Adam Frankenstein (Bungo Stray Dogs) vs Al Turo & Al Sada (Pokemon)

Max Headroom (Max Headroom) vs Blitzwing (Transformers Animated)

Bigweld (Robots) vs Doris (Meet the Robinsons)

Abomoton (The Owl House) vs Zib (Invader Zim)

Zenyatta (Overwatch) vs Mr. Butlertron (Clone High)

Bracket Red Pt 1 (20th of July):

Sky-Byte (Transformers) vs Freddy Fazbear (FNaF)

Jimmy the Robot (The Aquabots!) vs Curiosity Core (Portal)

Dinobot (Transformers Beast Wars) vs Roll (Mega Man)

B1-0516 (Star Wars) vs Canti (FLCL)

V2 (Ultrakill) vs Nanogenes (Doctor Who)

Fact Core (Portal) vs Al-An (Subnautica Below Zero)

Noodle Burger Bot (Big Hero 6) vs Lisa Basil (Ace Attorney)

Juice (17776) vs Gonk Droid (Star Wars)

[missmarveledsblog]

Not just a flower child huh? ( Logan howlett x reader) part 5

Summary: a bored y/n leads to a choas filled result as she running through the mansion fight with technology, piotr finally expresses his guilt for not being there to help her when they were kids and revealing more than he intended to

Warning : goofy , angsty , mentions of violence and abusive past , Google translated Russian ( feel free to correct me ) , grammatical errors , slowish burn

Previous part

Restless maybe was what she was feeling , each day was both a reminder she was free but it was almost the same as the one before. She would help some of the teachers and professors set up Before lessons , head to the living room for bit Then her greenhouse. Read a little , tend the plants then dinner time . Each night she would fail to sleep and end up in the kitchen Or garden with logan chat about anything while She drank her tea and He drank a beer or glass of whiskey. She enjoyed It but it was the same over and over so now she felt restless and in that Feeling she felt guilty like she should be grateful Either way for it all . She walked down the halls admiring the ark work that adorned the walls til she found a room she not been in she tried the door to find it unlocked , she walked in hitting the light seeing it was a gym probably her brothers favorite room in the mansion considering every time she seen him he was sweaty even when he was in his other form . Almost inspecting the equipment as she passed by the machinery . She spotted a dummy only it was different it had buttons all along the side of it which she at that point should of left alone considering she could barely read English writing most of books gotten for her where in Russian if not all of them . Yet the curiosity got the better of her turning it on she turned the dial to ten as the thing stood up making her jump up . What she didn't expect was for it to start circling her like she was prey and it was the hunter . In a spilt second it lunged at her make her almost fall backwards to get out of the way , then it kicked her sending her across the gym crashing into the wall . A groan she got up and shut the door maybe if she got someone they could turn it off only for the thing to pull the door off the hinges . She took off down the hall and it took off after her throwing thing it found on its way to try deter her from getting away .

“ дерьмо , дерьмо ,дерьмо ( shit , shit ,shit)” she cursed running down the hall. Running to the main area she seen rogue coming out to see what the commotion was.

“ get help” was all y/n could get out of her mouth before she dodged the murderous robot Coming at her sending the now wide eyed woman in search of just that . Knocking her to the ground as it went to punch her she moved the robotic fist hitting the ground smashing the Floor mere inches From her skull .

“ хорошо, моя очередь ( ok my turn)” she narrowed her eyes sending a kick to the Metal chest pushing it back so she could get to her feet . Flipping Over the seemly angry robotic dummy She kicked it back sending it into the wall only for it to keep Coming . Soon she was catching it movement , knowing when to dodge and when to hit not once in the seemly Dance she was tangled Up with did she even consider Using her powers or the fact a crowd Now build watching the whole thing. She jumped on it shoulders as it fist flew Trying to get Her when she finally hit the power off button jumping Off The things shoulder to the ground panting finally seeing them stand around .

“ who the fuck thought to have this thing in a building full of kids” she asked looking down at the now lifeless dummy.

“ you ok?” logan asked.

“ other then demon robot Trying to kill Me , peachy” she stood before hitting the ground matching the dummy .

“ ok shows over back to class” he chuckled Heading over picking Her up . “ you can hold your own bub” he carried Her off to her room ignoring jean telling him to bring her to the med wing .

She shoot Up panting , sweating a common way for her body To walk realizing she was not in the common area as she took in the interior of her room. The plain Room bar Few drawing the kids had giving her that is .

“ welcome Back to the land of the living rocky?” A voice called making her head turn to see logan holding one of her books.

“ you can read in russian” her voice rasped .

“ not a clue , how you feeling” he asked putting it down.

“ all healed , what the hell was that thing?” she stretched out really she wasn't lying she didn't feel any pain at all .

“ training dummy keeps us in shape when on missions , impressive work out there how come you didn't use your powers��� he asked.

“ well you know I didn't get a chance to think of them when it was trying to kill me” she rolled her eyes heading to her closet needing to get out the clothes now felt well sweaty.

“ where you learn to fight like that” he asked watching as she walked to bathroom.

“ learn myself to do it , knew I would need more to protect the kids” she yelled out pulling the wet material off of her body seeing a faint remainder of a bruise still there but in fairness it did kick her across the gym. “ learned from the men when they beat me too” she walked out seeing him still sitting there.

“ your not bad , not at all could use some pointers” he shrugged standing walking to her door holding it open for her .

“ I don't use it that often on to defend me or others” she said easily.

“ if you want I can help you out , just some tips” .

“ ok once its not with that thing though” agreeing because if she was honest with herself it was kinda fun.

“ not robot, just Me and You like sparring” he smiled as they entered The dinning Room.

“ OK we spar “ she headed to her seat.

“ hey rocky how are you “ bobby asked.

“ why do you call me that , logan too” her head tilted .

“ its a movie you know the boxer .. nevermind “ he said seeing as none of it was registering With her.

“ I am fine , I will fix The broken stuff or work to replace it” she looked to the professor .

“ not at all , once you are unharmed It's the main thing although I am sorry we didn't warn you before hand”.

“How come you didn't use your powers ?”

“ I Didn't think of them when it was swinging at my head” she ate The food as she Could physically see the cogs turning Inside their Heads . “ anything else?” She looked Around The room .

“ what made you turn the dial to ten couldn't you see the warnings?” Bobby Spoke up .

“ I can't read English that well now let me eat” she glared feeling A little embarrassed .

“hey less yapping more eating” .

Once again she was looking around her room only this time it was covered in vines and there was thumping on the doctor , screaming for her go answer . She pulled the door Open it wasn't the mansion It was the cage , the same metal Bars She stared at day in and day out . The feeling Of a electric shock hitting her skin making her fall to her knees feeling it course through out her body Hitting ever nerve In her , she biting Her Lip that much the copper metallic taste danced on her taste buds . Only thing she was grateful For was she was only one in the cage .

“ enough” it called out . “ my little lab bunny finally Awake” he taunted.

“ your not real” she gritted only for the shock to happen.

“Not necessarily Wrong bunny but I'm a part of you know , I'm the one who truly know the monster you are” he was laughing.

“ he's wrong dear Come on Follow my voice” .

“ you see how they see you , when you watch them being taken” .

“ you paralyzed me keep the knife in so I could not move” she gritted.

“ they’re not there , follow my voice dear don't listen To him” professor sat watching over Her sleeping for the screams Were louder transferring To reality. “ it not working she Is prisoner to her own subconscious , piotr Any thing that helped when she was a child” the professor Asked .

“ a song our grandmother would sing” he asked feeling rather useless lately to help her.

“ may I?” Charles asked for the man to nod . Eyes close as he was almost transfer the memory from one sibling to the other.

She felt something shift , the line of the things around her blur , the cage Switching between The metal she knew To the fire She used to sit At . She seen stryker words muffling as the melodic Humming on her grandmothers voice filled her ears , the wrinkled Hand around her shoulder and the smell of lavender soap filled her senses . She was home , back on the rural farm she missed so dearly one that even though it wasn't the biggest or the fanciest it was the place she knew a Beloved One . her Tense body relaxing almost instantly and she savored the moment , the feeling , the everything. Was only then it was fading , only then her body Was listening and she began opening her eyes. She was sweating and crying but she was scared this time . She sat Up and look To see the blurry figure Being push out of the room and four small ones coming towards Her clinging on to her .

“ we will keep you safe Sister” Ana Muffled voice hit Her ears.

“ we love you” luka head rested On her shoulder .

“ that's my job” she said softly kissing their heads . “ I am OK just bad dream , go to bed” she smiled softly as they reluctantly left Harry clinging to her little more but eventually Left .

“ you both share same happy memories more of you in his ” charles looked between siblings.

“ I've have an Amazing grandmother, but I have an even more amazing big brother” .

“ Я подвел тебя( I failed you)” his eyes fell to the ground Not willing to look At her .

“ Ты думал, что я умер, ты оплакивал меня. ( you thought I was dead , you mourned me)” she stood , coming in front of him hand on his arm .

“ Я должен был искать тебя, видел их ложь. ( I should of been looking for you , I should of seen their lies) “ his eyes filled with guilt and sadness that matched his words . “ Мне не следовало тебя оставлять.( I shouldn't have left you )” .

“ Тебе было шестнадцать, ты был ребенком( you were sixteen ,child yourself )” trying to show the guilt he had was misplaced that it shouldn't have been there at all .

“ Если бы я увидел их сейчас, я бы не смог сдержать слов. ( if I seen them now I might not be able to keep it To words ) “ she watched as he started pacing , the anger Building . “ их никогда не волновало, кому они причиняют боль, и до сих пор не волнует( they never cared who they hurt , they still Dont)” .

“ что ты имеешь в виду?(what do you mean ?) “ her brows furrowed. Was he saying what she Thought he was.

“ ты знаешь, какие они ( you know what they're like)” he pause only then he realize what he said .

“ they are alive” her voice and expression unreadable , her stare no longer comforting .

“Yes Here is new york” .

“ I want to see them” Everything about her in that moment told him that no wasn't even in the realm of possibilities of an answer.

part 6

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• +18 minors do not interact. teeth rotting fluff (lots of feelings), little smut (towards the end) domestic things because why not, kissing and making out. etc.

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dividers by @cafekitsune & @anitalenia 🩷

Heat radiated from his body, and you became just as much warm because you were naturally made to adapt your body to humans. Meanwhile you rested and charged up lying on your back Logan snuck into your bed. Opening your eyes you blinked, adapting to the pink vision from the love mode. He slept so peacefully next to you one arm draped over your stomach keeping you close. The neon lights peeking through the dark curtains— illuminating the room. Touching his forearm slowly tracing every vein on his arm. He woke slowly. “Good Morning Sir..” smiling small gently leaning in to peck his mouth and he responded. “Mornin bub” he groaned rolling on his back realising he moved to the guest room after you two connected as deeply as it could the night before. “How are you feeling Sir?” Tilting your head to face him cupping his cheek with the back of your hand. Kissing your palm Logan climbed on top of you nestling between your legs. Without any words his mouth was on yours kissing you, you responded. Your vision becoming blurry with pink hearts exploding at the back of your mind— your arms draping around his shoulders legs parting even more. A moan escaped your glossy lips when your tongues started to dance in wild passion replicating his carnal need to connect with you early in the morning. His hands explored every naked curve of your body licking into your mouth.

“Coffee?” Asking softly preparing breakfast for him. Logan walked over to you hands gluing to your hips nuzzling the back of your neck inhaling your scent. “Please princess.” Your relationship deepened. It wasn’t only just because of the love mode. It was because he actually loved spending time with you— he introduced you to movies. Watching movies with him late at nights. Holding your hand fingers joined together as you walked outside. Logan was never the one to talk first until you broke the silence and asked him about his life. He didn’t like talking about the hard times— he never had a happy memory it seemed. You were the only happy memory he ever had and created.

“I can’t let you go..” a soft whisper could be heard from behind you as you cooked dinner for him. “Sir, i am not leaving you I assure you.” You smiled softly. The more you spend time with him the better you became with human communication. “Your contract ends in few days, I’m going to have to return you and I can’t do that. I don’t want to give you up” putting some hair behind your ear his face softened. Your glossy lips puckered as you pecked his stubbly cheek. “Extend your rental Sir.. I will be all yours.” You smiled but Logan didn’t seem to smile at your words. “What is wrong Sir?” Turning off the stove you stepped in front of him. “I don’t want to rent you anymore. I want to buy you” he sighed leaning his forehead against yours and you read his emotions. He was saddened that you’d have to go in few days. “If you buy me sir.. I shall be yours forever” he cooed at your words. “I can’t lose you..” nodding your hands slipping around his back to caress it.

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“Are you paying me for her?” Your seller quirked a brow at Logan. “Shut the fuck up and take the goddamn money. She’s mine” something snapped in him. “Fuck, alright. She’s worth more but I am going to keep my mouth shut. I know who you are.” Logan grunted angrily eyeing the security men entering the room. “You don’t know anything about me” turning around his claws growing out. “I paid for her. Now leave me the fuck alone.” Your seller nodded. “Let him go. You can keep that useless robot. I will make dozens more” Logan snorted. “I knew it. You’re a fucking asshole—” claws retrieved by themselves once he left the building. Logan walked home since his car got crashed, humans were so greedy that they vandalised everything in their way. The heavy rain covered the entire city, as he stilled his feet he could see the advertisement screens presenting you as the perfect housewife robot. It was too late— you were now bought. Maybe Luck was on his side…

You waited patiently, by the dining table. The food was warm when you heard the elevator door open. Logan stepped in soaked from the rain, you quickly rushed to get a towel. “Oh Sir! I should’ve given you the umbrella” you walked up to him drying his face and his hair. He groaned picking you up in his arms your legs wrapping around his waist. “Perfect little thing aren’t you bub?” You nodded quickly. “Perfect for you Sir. Dinner is ready” he hummed in appreciation sitting down at the dinner table having you on his lap. He let you pat dry his body and he watched you with soft eyes. “You’re mine now..” he whispered arms circling around you. You stopped your doings checking the system and instead of ‘rented’ it was now ‘owned by Mr Howlett” you threw your arms around his neck smiling wide. “Thank you so much Sir I will take care of you” Logan’s heart fluttered. “I want to take care of you” your very loving relationship was about to begin. You knew that you were connected on deeper level and Logan felt so bonded with you. It was almost unbelievable that you could even make that happen—

“S-Sir..” you gasped accepting his protected cock right inside of you. His warm breath fanned the back of your neck as you both lied on the couch watching a movie quietly, cuddling up. “There we go princess” he groaned carnally needy for you rutting his hips into you from behind. The soft clapping sounds only added to the pleasure you felt waves of pleasure in your system. “I love you” you breathed watching him grope your naked breasts. Moans spilling out of your lips as he filled you out battering his cock inside of your warm velvety pussy from behind holding you to his chest your back arched pressing your shoulder blades against his naked chest. “Fuck..” he let out a shaky sigh of pleasure gritting his teeth tightening his arms around you “I love you..Increase your emotions to hundred percent” his answer caused you to moan out loud.

— Love overdrive —

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( if any grammatical mistakes, I apologise in advance)