#Logan’s at rock bottom? keep him fucking digging

[abnormalpsychology]

Logan isn’t miserable enough actually!!!!!!!!

#imo I hope everyone kills him with hammers . Stewy and shiv leading the charge #like I’m sorry. we feel BAD now??????? no lmao #remember when he took Kendall to dodds’ house for no fucking good reason after *seeing* how much his son had already been destroyed by it? #remember when he led shiv on for the entirety of s2 only to basically go ‘oh I’d never let you do it. ur a girl lol’ #remember when he hit his grandson across the face with a can? #remember when he called Roman the f slur? #remember when #………… like #Logan’s at rock bottom? keep him fucking digging #succession spoilers #logan roy #succession

[delos-mio]

He Looks Up Grinning Like a Devil

Just a short, sweet, **light smut** and domestic fluff Logan one-shot. It's been a long. time. since I've posted a one-shot. Needless to say, I haven't been able to get this scene out of my head (also side note: in this universe, Juliet married a nice man after William fucked off forever and she is happy like she DESERVES). So, hope you enjoy! Thoughts and feelings always appreciated <3

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He told you last night that it’d be a long day, but you didn’t anticipate it to be nearing 11pm and for Logan to still be gone. There had been days like this before, but you never looked forward to having to wake up as well as fall asleep without his warmth by your side. Logan took awhile to finally settle down, but once he’d asked you to live with him, it was like a switch flipped on him and he became the one to cling to you. Two years later and it still made you smile when he pulled you into his lap once he got back from the office and demanded to hear all about your day while he looked at you like you’re the one who put the stars in the sky.

You finally decided to say fuck it and got ready for bed. Logan said it could be awhile, so maybe it was time to accept reality and prepare to fall asleep without him. Face washed, teeth brushed, and naked as the day you were born, you crawled under the covers before picking up where you left off in the book you were reading.

Right in the middle of a particularly exciting paragraph, a shadow lingered in your peripheral vision, making you jump out of your skin and clutch your chest. Logan leaned in the doorframe, laughing to himself at your brief panic.

“Asshole,” you sighed out with a smile.

Logan was still chuckling as he crawled next to you on top of the covers. “Missed you, gorgeous,” he hummed, pulling your lips up to meet his, a strong hand cradling the back of your head.

“Missed you too,” you mumbled into his kiss, unable to fight off a grin. “I didn’t think you’d be home so late.”

“I wasn’t planning on it either, but you know once my dad starts going, he doesn’t shut the fuck up,” he sighed.

Clearly not wanting to elaborate, Logan pulled back to look you over, really taking you in for the first time. A playful look danced in his eyes as he hooked his index finger over the edge of the comforter where it covered your chest.

“You naked under there?” Logan pulled back the duvet just enough to investigate for himself. You simply nodded, eyes fixed on his face.

Without another word, Logan slid under the covers and pulled your warm, naked body flush to his. Your stomach did somersaults when his dark gaze met yours with that ravenous look he got when all he wanted was to have you. He ran his fingertips lightly along your bare spine, making you shiver slightly in his arms. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered before kissing you deeply.

Logan still managed to take your breath away every time he kissed you. Even after years of partnership, you felt like a teen finally getting to kiss her crush. Every move of his lips was reverent, emphatically expressing how there was nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. Despite having a nearly 16 hour day, Logan still smelled so uniquely him- that perfect blend of clean laundry and amber you found so intoxicating. It was a scent you’d be able to place anywhere and one you loved to have linger.

As your make out session picked up even more steam, Logan let his hand wander over your chest. His fingers were light over the curve of your breast, not in any rush to a particular destination, simply reveling in your smooth skin and holding you close. The little flicker of anticipation in your stomach was quickly burning brighter and you found yourself arching your body further into him. Logan just smirked against your lips as he realized what you were doing. His touch moved down your stomach, petting slow circles into your skin as he continued to enjoy every minute that he drew out your torture. Logan always did have it in him to be a little tease.

“May I?” he asked, voice low and laced with lust. His hand rested just below your belly button, one of his long fingers stroking gently down, signaling where he hoped to be.

“Please,” you breathed out, sounding much more desperate than you’d planned on.

Without hesitation, Logan ran his index and middle fingers between your folds. Your legs fell further open on their own accord, an involuntary reaction to his touch. When he pressed the pads of his fingers firmly onto the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, you let out a long moan that simply couldn’t stay behind your lips.

“Mmm, already so wet for me,” Logan mused, his kisses moving down to your neck. The short hairs of his beard tickled as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin under your jaw. “The most perfect girl in the world.”

Your breathing became more labored as he continued to swirl his fingers along your clit, knowing exactly the amount of pressure you needed from him. He let his thumb take over and smoothly buried his digits inside your heat, making you gasp and groan. Logan loved all the little sounds he could draw out from you using only his fingers. They went straight to his head and only spurred him on further.

With just a little twist, just the tiniest adjustment, Logan’s fingers hit that sweet spot inside you dead on. Your eyes snapped shut as you writhed on his hand, trying anything you could to keep the contact. Logan lapped over the pulse point on your neck, humming in approval at your reaction to him. You distantly felt him pull away from your throat, but your eyes were still screwed shut as you wantonly ground down on his fingers. As you moved, something tugged in the back of your brain that told you to open your eyes, that you needed to see Logan.

You slowly opened your eyes and Logan’s gaze was hot on you immediately. He held your stare, a small lock of dark normally pushed back hair falling over his eye. He arched an eyebrow and bit down on his lip. There were still times you looked at Logan and couldn’t believe this man- this handsome, silly, impulsive, sexy man- was yours. This was one of those times. The look he gave you made your stomach completely bottom out.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, feeling yourself on the edge of peaking. He knew it as well as you did. The short breaths, restless hips, and string of curse words all signaled to Logan that your release was just around the corner.

“That’s my girl,” Logan smiled, still looking in your eyes. He adjusted to a spot where he could take your earlobe between his teeth and tug. “You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

All you could manage was a whimper and nod. He ran his thumb over your clit once, twice before you were clutching his bicep, nails digging in hard as you tightened around his fingers, finding your release and panting against Logan’s skin. As your breathing evened out, Logan gently pulled his fingers from you, cradling you close and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Thinking about making you come was the only thing keeping me going today,” Logan said, kissing your forehead.

“Well, you certainly delivered,” you laughed. You rolled onto your side and tugged at his belt. “My turn.”

But Logan held your wrist still, shaking his head. “I just wanted to do that for you.” You bit down on your bottom lip. “There’s plenty of time to repay me,” Logan said with a devilish smirk. You both laughed a little before he kissed you one more time. “Come on, keep me company while I grab a drink.” He stood from the bed and held out his hand, which you happily took. On your way out, you grabbed your robe from the back of your vanity chair to throw on, but Logan caught the motion from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around and snatched the cloth from your hand, throwing it blindly back into the bedroom. “Please. Like I’m gonna let you cover up,” he tutted, rolling his eyes.

“So, what? I’m supposed to walk around here naked while you’re fully dressed? Just for your entertainment?” you teased, leaning over the island in your kitchen.

“Yes,” he smiled, swatting your ass as he passed by on his way to the fridge.

“You’re so lucky I like you.”

“Oh, don’t I know it, princess.” Logan grabbed a rocks glass and some ice before walking over to the other end of the room where he kept his preferred alcohol. “Jules sent me a picture this afternoon of the girls at their soccer game,” he said offhand. He was trying to sound casual, but you knew better. Though he never particularly liked children and certainly was never going to have any of his own, the minute his first niece came into this world, Logan turned into a doting uncle, always eager to show off the girls and brag about everything they were involved in.

“Did they win?” you asked with a massive smile.

“Obviously,” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink as he walked back over to you. Logan pulled his phone from his pocket and pulled up his conversation with Juliet. And there they were- semi-toothless grinning on a field, holding a little gold trophy with a soccer player on the top.

“Oh god, they look so grown up,” you smiled.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “I think we should bring them something this weekend for winning their season. I don’t know, like a new playhouse or something.”

“Juliet is going to kill you,” you laughed. “Uncle Logan is going to spoil them rotten.”

“What can I say? I love to spoil my girls,” he winked, running a finger along your jaw. You rolled your eyes fondly, but a yawn found a way to creep out of you. “Wanna get back in bed, princess?”

“Yes, please.” Logan led the way back to your bedroom, almost letting you in before leaning down to kiss you one more time. “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“Love you too,” he smiled back, shutting the door to the outside world and leaving just the two of you to enjoy each other.

#logan delos #logan #ben barnes #westworld #logan westworld #logan delos x reader #logan x reader #logan delos smut #logan delos imagine #logan delos fanfic #westworld fic #ben barnes character fic #masterlist

[ds-ts-smut-fics]

Far From Home [Chapter Two]

Chapter One

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Synopsis: Remus and Logan get closer than anyone would expect from chapter two. 

Trigger warnings: NSFW, super explicit sex scene, demonic possession, hunting, lmk if i missed anything! 

Words: 3,429

A/N: super explicit, you can skip it. SFW recap at the end notes 

Slumping to the ground with Remus, Logan hums tiredly, stroking his back as he lays Remus against him. "So long as you leave him for a bit, I'll take it." 

A little over an hour later, Remus squirmed, his horns nearly poking into Logan’s side. He groaned quietly. 

Chuckling, he catches the horns, redirecting and stroking his face. "Remus?"

“Yeah?” His voice came out raspy. 

Memory a little weak there, love?

“Shit.” 

Remus launched up, nearly hitting Logan with his horns. “Fuck. Did you…?”

Dodging back, he hums. "Did I figure out it wasn't you? The glowing eyes were a big hint, dear. Are… are you okay?" 

Remus barked a laugh, his back to Logan. “Do you know what it was?” He asked incredulously. 

"A demon. However, that does not answer my question. I assume this is not a new thing to you. Is it why you are traveling to this village?" Hand touching Remus, he sighs. "You still have my support, Remus. I won't leave you."

“It’s still a few weeks away, but… Yeah. Hoping they can exorcise it.” He shook his head. “Why are you worried about me? I’m evil. You should be trying to execute me, not… This.” 

 "Every being has the potential for evil. You aren't giving into it. You aren't the demon. You wouldn't be trying to rid yourself of it if you were, at your core, evil." Smiling softly, he hugs Remus gently. "Until you give in and show me that you are evil, I will be at your side."

He shook his head, not hugging back. “You don’t know what I’ve done.” 

"Tell me then. We have time." 

“Tell you?” He laughed. “About-”

Now that’s not a good idea, is it, my love? 

He shook his head. 

Don’t forget to check the camp. 

“Let’s just… Check the camp. There might be something useful.” 

"It was just an offer, get it off your chest. We can check the camp, certainly. I should try to replace some of…" He gestures to his torn up clothes. 

 They spent a good while digging through the camp’s contraband. More than a few times they came across bodies, Remus grimacing and turning away. 

“Hey,” Remus said. He waved Logan. over and held up a silver ring. “Any idea what this is?” 

Humming softly, he adjusts the newly mended clothes, patched with two other shades of blue, holding out his hand and giving it a wave over. "Looks to be definitely magical…. and holds charges of magic." Showing the potions, he smiles. "I found healing potions and some gold!"

Remus smiled shyly. “That’s good. I got some extra food, and some gold of my own. Want to split the gold 50/50?” 

Idiot. What if you have more? Now you’re just losing gold. 

Remus forced his smile to stay up and said, “Shut up.”

Nodding, he passes over one of the potions. "You hold onto the ring, it doesn't feel bad? Should we combine the gold and then split it?"

Remus slipped it on with a shrug. “Yeah, I got 53.” He dumped the pile into Logan’s hand, trusting him to split it evenly more than himself. Smiling softly, Logan gives his hand a kiss, dividing it quickly into two even piles and handing back 64 gold. "There you are, darling!"

He blushed. “Thanks, Lo. Wow. This is… More gold than I’ve had in a while. I think we’ve got a few more hours of daylight, if you want to try closing the distance on the village?”

"Sure!" Giving Remus a gentle hug, he smiles softly. "We can spend a night near the river, wash up a little?" 

“That sounds nice,” he admitted as they headed back to Juniper. “You’re really not… Worried? Sleeping around me?”

Humming softly, he shakes his head, guiding Remus a little with a hand on his hip. "It might be naive, but the demon seemed to be teasing? Not actively wanting to harm me?"

“He’s encouraged me to harm you dozens of times since we met,” Remus insisted. “To be blunt. He wants me to hurt you.” 

Well, don’t give everything away.

"Has he? And yet… You haven't. You've done the opposite." Logan chuckles, tapping his nose as he lifts Remus up onto Juniper with a soft bounce. 

Remus blushed and wrinkled his nose. “That hasn’t been easy. We don’t know how long it’ll last.” Remus rubbed his burnt hand against his pants, swallowing. “It’s not safe to be around us.”

And isn’t that exciting? 

"Remus. If that's how it is my fate to go out… Make sure I'm looking at you so I can see your lovely face?" Settling behind him, he hugs him gently. 

Remus yipped at being lifted unexpectedly. “You’re so… Extra,” he laughed, sinking to lean back against Logan’s chest. 

They arrived on the main road, headed towards the river. The sun was quickly setting, the sky dark blue, almost purple. 

Keeping Remus close, he chuckles, stroking softly as he lets him cuddle in. "And yet, I hear zero complaints!" Remus ended up dozing a bit as they rode. They reached the river with no more encounters, Remus half-asleep against Logan’s chest. Petting softly, he hums, Remus' head pillowed on his shoulder as they come to a nice clearing to make camp. Easing Juniper to a stop, Logan smiles, watching him. 

Remus sighed softly. “Time to get up?” 

Nodding, Logan shifts them, sliding down and taking Remus into his arms. “I've got you though, just relax."

Remus blushed. He couldn’t find it in himself to resist. “Are you this mothering to everyone?” 

Blushing gently, he hums. "Everyone of importance to me, yes." 

Remus nuzzled into his shoulder. “We’ve only known each other 24 hours.”

Ooh, he likes you. Lots of fun we can have there. 

“Shut up,” he mumbled. 

Fingers tightening, he hums. "It may be a short time knowing you, but I hope that it's the start of at least a friendship." 

“If you say.” 

When they got to the river, Remus planted his hooves on the ground and shed his clothing. 

"I do." Turning a little, he slides his own clothes off, reaching into his pack for some soap as he drapes the fabric over the ground in a dry area. 

Remus lowered himself into the water down to his neck and sighed. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted. 

Sliding into the water, he gestures for Remus to come closer. "Let me wash your back then? I bet it'll feel good to get all clean!"

He blushed but came closer, centimeters between their skin. Lathering up some soap, Logan grins, fingers rubbing gently as he uses his strength to his advantage to care for the dark tiefling with a soft hum. Remus bit his lip and melted into his touch. He’d never been touched so… Intimately.  

Guiding him closer, Logan gives one tall horn a kiss. "Dunk down a little, get your hair wet to be cleaned?" 

Remus managed to obey, his dark hair hanging wet in his face. 

Am I going to have to share you now, my love? 

Lathering up more of the soap, he hums, working it into the dark skin as he gets a bottle, working that into the long hair with a small smile. "There's a good boy… let's get you all cleaned up."

Remus’ breath hitched. He nodded dumbly. 

Easing Remus over to settle him against his chest, Logan cleans his hair and skin gently, nodding. "Yes. You're a good boy, Remus. Strong and capable… compassionate in your fight for those who have been killed by bandits. An admirable man."  

Remus’ hips bucked. He shook his head. “No. I’ve hurt people.”

Sliding a hand down the dark chest, he lets his fingers pet a dark nipple, one knee sliding between his legs to let him rut if he wants to. "I've hurt people too, accidental and on purpose. Am I bad, darling~?"

“No,” he whined, rutting on his thigh and grinding back against him. “No, you’ve been taking care of me…”

Pressing a kiss to his hair, he nods. "I can be good to you. You deserve it. Do you want me to take care of you fully tonight, dear one~?" Letting Remus feel his hard cock, he guides him to where he can rub against it if he wants to. 

“Please?” He whispered. “Out of the river?”

Lifting him gently, he nods, kissing Remus' neck softly. "Of course, dear one… you deserve to kneel on my bedroll as I open you up for all the pleasure I can give you~!"

He whined and arched his back. “Please, Logan, please…”

Smiling, he positions Remus on all fours, getting a vial of lubricant and coating his fingers to stroke his hole as he starts working to open him. "Been a while, hmm, or am I even perhaps the first that you've trusted with this part of you, Remus~?"

“You’re the first,” he whimpered, barely holding himself up. 

Nodding, Logan uses a hand underneath to hold him up as he rubs the soft inner walls with one and then two fingers, spreading him open. "Mmm… Have you touched yourself before, precious?" 

“Not- Not like this,” he panted. “Fuck, it- it feels so good…”

Grinning, he finds and rubs that sensitive spot inside, nibbling his neck and ear. "Mmm, let go for me, darling. Cum all over my hand~!"

Remus clenched as he came with a whine, his back arching. 

Pressing a third finger into the spasming hole, he kisses his neck before tipping his head to claim his lips. "Good boy! Mmm, so sweet and obedient!"

Obedient’s a good word for you. 

“Thank you, sir,” he panted, squirming in overstimulation. 

Keeping his chin in place, he lets his fingers still inside, focusing on the chapped and bitten lips. "Mmm, you're welcome, my dear. Stay focused on me, not the other voice. Tell me when you're ready for more~?"

“I’m ready,” he begged. “I need you.”

Smiling a little, he strokes lube on his cock, trading his fingers for it and pressing in slowly. Remus moaned loudly and buckled, pressing his forehead to the bedroll. 

Taking the slim hips, he helps him spread and open, rocking gently as he inches more of his cock inside. Slowly and carefully, he bottoms out in Remus, moaning as he gives a moment for him to adjust. "Fuuuck, Remus~!"

Remus whimpered and grinded back against him weakly. “Hhh, fuck, Logan, so- so good…” 

Well, aren’t you a cute little slut? You just met this man and a few compliments later you’ve given him your virginity! It’s actually pretty fun, wanna make a habit out of it?

Kissing at his neck, he grins, thrusting in slowly, petting his thighs and hips as he gently starts working his reactions, pressing in deeper and harder. "Mmm, you feel so good, darling~! Tell me when you're close~?" Reaching under, he cups and strokes Remus' cock as it leaks like a roof in need of repair.

“I’m so close,” he breathed. “Please,” his hips bucked, “please harder?”

Squeezing and rubbing, he grins, fucking him harder and faster. "Mmm, harder? Want to be feeling this tomorrow as we ride~?"

He gasped. “Please!” 

Nibbling his neck, he strokes Remus' hip. "Mmm, some even like the idea of riding a cock as they ride a horse… Using the animal's gait to be filled and fucked in broad daylight~!" Using his hands on the slim hips to imitate that idea, he rocks Remus onto his cock as he fucks him even harder.

Unable to do anything but moan and babble unintelligibly, he fucked back against Logan with his eyes rolled back. “People- People- People would- would see!”

"Mmm, some find that, stimulating~!" Pressing against his prostate, he nips at Remus' neck, describing the scene more. "Your skirt would cover the front of course, but your ass would be filled with my cock as Juniper takes us into the stables~"

“What- what happens when we have to get down? How would we hide it?”

Kissing softly, he hums. "I shift you off and slide my cock back into my trousers… Your skirt covers enough of your legs to get you to a safe place like a rented room."

Remus whimpered. “What if someone catches us?”

Sucking at his neck, he grins, fucking him faster. "They likely assume you're mine to do as I please with… We use their prejudice against them, dear."

“They’d- They’d think I’m a slut,” he panted, so turned on he could cry. 

I vote yes. 

"Mmm, they'd think that you're MY slut, dear~!" Hands tugging him back into even harder thrusts, he hums in Remus' ear. 

“Am I?”

Stroking over his thighs, Logan pants softly. "I want you to be more than that… but if you want to be, I won't say no to you being mine, dear~!"

You’re mine. Don’t fucking forget that. You can be his slut, but you’re mine. 

“Please, I’m gonna cum,” he panted. 

"Going to cum when I fill you up, my little slut~?" Letting his teeth scrape a little, he hums, fingers stroking Remus' cock, he rubs over the sensitive head.

“I can’t hold it!”

Pressing against his prostate, he moans out, cumming hard with a low growling order. "Cum!!"

Remus’ vision whited as he came, whimpering so loud he prayed no one was around. 

Holding Remus close, he pants, slowly working the cum in deep before settling them into a spooning position to pet him. "Mmm, mine~!"

“Yes, sir,” he panted. “Do you really want to do that tomorrow?”

Fingers stroking, he smiles. "If you think you can handle it… I'd love to."

“I want to try.” He blushed. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

"We've got a distance outside of town. You can certainly shift back to regular riding before we reach the town edge if you're nervous, okay?" Kissing his neck, he smiles softly, petting him.

That won’t be happening. This is too much fun to pass up. 

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” 

Stroking his cheek, he smiles. "If ever you need to talk about something, you just say yellow. If it's overwhelming and you need to stop, just breathe, you say red. Okay?"

Colour system? Boring. You won’t need that. 

Remus leaned into his touch. “Yes, sir.”

"Good boy, precious. I want you to have outs, even if you think you don't need them, hmm?" Kissing him softly, he grins.

Remus whimpered a little and kissed him back. 

Logan's fingers stroke and rub over his scalp as they kiss, hips bucking into him again in soft question. Remus gasped and grinded onto him. 

"Mmm… I think you need another load before we sleep. You've been such a good boy~!"

Remus gasped a little. “N-no, I haven’t…”

Oh, please. You took his first load with no complaints. You’ve been a very good boy. Take another. 

Humming, he strokes over his belly and chest, holding him up as he starts to thrust again. "You have, my dear… Such a good boy~!"

Remus hid his face in his hands and whined, thrusting back against him. 

Pressing in deeper and harder, he lets his teeth scrape gently. "Mmm, my good little slut, aren't you~?" 

“Noooo,” Remus whined. 

"Mmm, aren't you~? Rocking back into my cock like you're starving for it… whimpering and moaning so prettily, baby~!" Nibbling Remus' neck, he pinches his nipples lightly, rubbing his cock over his sensitive prostate with each deep thrust. 

“Fuck, fuck, Logan, so close…”

Kissing at his neck, he grins. "I know, baby… Fluttering and clenching so nicely for me, so good~!" Tipping him a little to press harder against his prostate, he gasps out a soft curse, cumming hard against it. "Cum for me, Rem~!!"

Remus came with a high whine, squirming and curling his toes. 

Raising Remus back into him, he hums, kissing at his neck and running a hand over his belly as it fills. "Mmm, mine~!"

“Fuck… Fuck, Logan…” 

Petting softly, he grins. "Mmm, scrambled that pretty little head of yours, baby~?"

Remus blushed. “That was… Insane. I’ve never- I’ve never done anything like that before.” 

Gently settling Remus on his lap, he smiles, kissing his lips. "I'm glad I made it both a memorable and pleasurable experience, my dear~!"

Remus gripped onto him, his entire face red. “Um…” He laughed awkwardly. “I can- I can take first watch, and… Wash our clothes, if you want?”

Kissing his nose softly, he hums. "Take a short rest in my arms first, hun? We can watch together for a little bit while you recover." 

He nodded slowly. “Okay… Sure.” 

He leaned back, not enough for Logan to pull out but to grab his bag. He dug around inside for a moment before he pulled out a flute. A sweet, bouncing melody lit up the air around them, the notes shaping into a black cat with heterochromia curled against them. 

Stroking over Remus' hips, he hums along softly, smiling as they cuddle. Eventually, Remus put the flute away and kissed Logan’s forehead before leaving to wash their clothes in the river. 

Watching with soft eyes, Logan rinses off a little as well, making sure their fire is made for the night. "I can see if I can get some fish for tonight if you want, dear?"

He hesitated. “Sure. We have rations to eat, but maybe we can sell the fish when we get to town?” 

"Very true. Either would work! Do you have a preference?" 

“We could get a lot of gold for the fish.” He scrubbed Logan’s robes carefully, picking out any speck of blood. “From what I’ve heard, the village is… On the upper end. We’ll need all the extra gold we can get.” 

"Ah, got it… I'll see what I can do, maybe we'll get really lucky and some wildlife will approach the camp on our watches?" 

Remus smiled shyly. 

He washed their clothes and set it out to dry, then climbed a lone tree to take watch. 

Humming softly, Logan grabs a dart from his belt, trying to see as best he can in the combination of moonlight and reflected firefight. He ends up slipping on a mossy rock with his first cast, flailing with a soft yelp before blushing hard and getting a large fish up on the bank with the second cast.

Remus watched with a soft smile. He kept a careful eye around them. 

Panting a little, he takes a dagger and skewers the fish to keep it from flopping back into the water. "One down! I'll see if i can get another!" 

Remus took the fish from him and put it down. He skinned and cleaned the fish as he took watch. 

"Oh! Thank you, dear one!" Stealing a soft kiss to Remus' cheek, he turns back to the river, dart flashing as he grunts with the weight of the next fish as he hauls it up and out to present to Remus. "Oh my…. wow. I think this is nearly the biggest fish I've ever gotten!" 

Remus grinned. “Shit! I’ve never even seen a fish that big. I’ll do my best to skin it.” 

"You inspired me, what can I say?" Logan puffs up a little, proud of his accomplishment and he settles, seeing if he can help Remus at all. 

They skinned the big fish together, then cooked up dinner over the fire. They went through the rest of the night without trouble, Remus managing to hunt a few rabbits during his watch. 

He woke up earlier than intended, pushing upright and watching Logan sleepily. 

Humming softly, Logan lets his leg swing a little as he balances on the tree he'd decided to use for watch, missing that Remus is awake for a minute before smiling and waving. "Morning, hun! How'd you sleep?"

“Alright.” He rolled off the blanket and began to roll it up. “We should get going. Long way to the coast.” 

Sliding down out of the tree, he nods. "Indeed. How are you feeling, still up for that idea from last night, dear?"

He blushed. “Maybe we can save that? I’m… A little sore.” 

Weak. 

Giving him a soft hug, he chuckles. "Makes sense, dear. Kiss?" 

Remus gave him a quick kiss, then rushed to clean up their camp. Winking at Remus, he hums, turning to work with Juniper, making sure she's ready to go and taking their things as they're packed up, stealing kisses with each load of objects. Remus hopped onto Juniper and kept one dagger ready as they headed towards the nearest village.

A/N: Remus reveals that he's trying to get to the village on the coast so they can finally exorcise Adelaide. They check the bandit camp and find a mysterious ring, some fabric to patch up Logan's robes, healing potions, and some money. They wash in the river and have sex after Logan's incessant flirting, catch some game, and head off to the nearest village. 

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#far from home #logan sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #intrulogical #not safe for sanders #bottom remus #top logan

[chelsfic]

Magic Words - Donald Pierce x Reader - Logan/X-Men fanfic

Part One (Loving Mourners Be)

A/N: This is a sequel to Loving Mourners Be. More self-indulgent Boyd fic. The relationship that’s portrayed here? It’s not healthy. Don’t...don’t do this, please. No one should use my fics as relationship advice, lol. 

Summary: The reader is a mutant prisoner in a relationship with her captor, Donald Pierce. 

Warnings: Unhealthy/abusive relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Smut, Praise Kink, Angst Ahoyyy! Donnie wakes with the memory of your kiss on his lips. He’s been dreaming about the last night you spent together at his apartment. Holding you after you make love and lazily claiming your mouth with open mouthed kisses. You taste like ketchup and love and fear. Your soft little body curls up next to his; he could crush you if he wanted. Crumple you up and throw you away like the other mutants he hunts. But he’d never. In his dream he hears your voice. Your words. I love you. I love you. I love you.

In his dream he says them back.

---

He finds you in the medical wing, being escorted by a nurse out of an exam room. He stalks toward you like a predatory cat hunting its dinner. His blue eyes are dark and wild with suppressed desire. He’s been itching with the memory of the dream all day. If he doesn’t sink himself inside you soon he’s going to snap. 

He swoops in and takes you by the arm, waving the nurse away, “I’ll take her from here.”

Transigen’s Chief of Security doesn’t answer to anyone except Zander Rice. The nurse demurs, backing away without meeting Donald’s eyes. He propels you further down the hall, his long strides forcing you to skip along beside him to keep up. Finally, he reaches his destination: a supply closet. He opens the door and practically shoves you inside. 

Once the door clicks shut, Donnie is on you, his hand slipping under the thin cotton fabric of your t-shirt, beneath the drawstring waistband of your hospital pants and cupping your hot core. His fingers dip inside your panties, stroking your already wet folds as he captures your mouth in a searing kiss. 

“Been thinkin’ about you since I woke up this morning, baby,” he whispers into your kiss.

You bring your hands up to his collar, impatiently pushing the heavy jacket off his shoulders before working on the column of buttons separating your hands from his muscled chest. Your lips respond to his, frantically returning the kiss. Everything is rushed, frenzied. You never have enough time--not here. When you’re out on a mission? When Donnie is feeling generous and horny? Sure. But within these walls your time together is always fleeting. 

“I think about you all the time,” you admit, tugging at his belt. He gets the message and takes his hands from you to undo his belt and shove his pants down. You discard your own pants--nothing more than pajamas, really--and in one swift motion he’s pinning your hips to the wall and sinking inside you with a deep growl of pleasure. 

“You think about me all the time, baby? I’m flattered…,” he huffs as he starts rocking his hips, slamming into you. His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head so you won’t hit it against the wall. He uses the robotic arm to support your bottom. 

“Not much--ah! Not much else to...think about in here. Nothing good, anyway,” you respond between gasps of pleasure. You bury your face into the crook of Donnie’s neck, digging your teeth into the soft flesh to muffle your cries. 

“Thatta girl, baby. You’re so good for me. So, you think I’m something good, huh?” he asks breathlessly, his voice lilting in a self deprecating tone. Before you can reply he jerks his hips at a new angle, hitting you just right until you feel like you’ll either come or burst at the seams.

You raise your head from his neck, tasting copper on your tongue as you keen into his ear, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Donnie tumbles into his own orgasm, his arms tightening around you like he’s trying to absorb you into his being. Or like he’s trying to say something with his body that he can’t with his words. 

“Donnie,” you whisper as he slowly sets you back down on your wobbly legs. “I don’t know if you’re good. But you’re very good at that.”

---

The kid’s screams are still ringing in Donald’s ears as he strides purposely down the sterile hallways toward the adult wing. Dr. Rice wanted to test the limits of the specimen’s healing abilities. The experiment went on for hours until the kid hung limp in the chair with open wounds that wouldn’t close. Rice looked on with cold eyes, taking down careful notes on his tablet. And Donald stood by, too, watching the torture session with a bored expression. 

His head aches and he feels like shit. He should go home, get some rest. But his footsteps automatically lead him in the direction of your cell. He tries not to make it a habit--visiting you between jobs. He doesn’t want to spoil you...put ideas in your head. So he holds out as long as possible. It’s been weeks since the supply closet. He knows what the long days of monotony are like for you. He checks the video feed from your room every day, sees you staring listless into space, pacing the tiny room, cringing whenever the door opens to admit an orderly. He tells himself it’s good for you to be reminded of your place, despite the special treatment he gives you. You’re still a mutant. He can’t let you forget that. He can’t let himself forget either.

Before he gets to your door he takes out his phone and remotely turns off the camera in your room. Your “relationship” is an open secret and Dr. Rice tolerates it because you’ve improved the team’s efficiency in tracking down assets. But there’s no point in being reckless.

He punches in the security code and lets himself in, finding you seated on your little twin bed, bent over a hardcover book in your lap. When you look up at his entrance your face is tense with anxiety, but it melts away when you see who it is. 

“Hey, baby,” he grunts, stomping over to collapse next to you on the bed. He really is exhausted. “What are you readin’?”

You watch him for a moment before you answer. Cautious. He looks like shit. Tired. Irritable. Something in the back of your mind warns you this is going to be a bad night. Still, you flip the book over to show him the cover of a generic looking spy thriller, “One of the nurses brought in a bunch of books this morning. Gabriela. She’s nice.”

You feel Donald stiffen beside you and he rolls his eyes as he responds, “She’s too nice for her own good. She should know better by now.”

Your heart sinks in your chest at his words. Donnie truly doesn’t seem to understand how his attitude affects you. He cares for you--you know he does even if he’s never admitted it out loud--and yet he disdains what you are. How can he separate those things in his head?

“You don’t want me to have something to read?” you ask, your voice brittle and softer than you’d like. You shove the book at him and scoot further away on the bed, “Fine. Take it.”

Donnie let’s out an annoyed sigh, “C’mon, darlin’ that’s not what I meant--”

“Why shouldn’t she be nice to us, Donald? We’re people...we’re human beings. I’m human,” your voice is thick with emotion and tears spill over your cheeks. Fuck, you’re ruining everything. Why can’t you just shut up and let him give you what he’s willing to give? It’s so much easier that way…

You can already see him shutting down, his eyes going cold and his handsome features twisting into a grimace of rage.

“You know what? No. This is not what I need right now,” he stands up to leave and you feel a flash of panic. You might be angry and hurt, but you’ve been isolated for weeks and you don’t want him to leave you behind again.

“Donnie, wait!” you cry out, following him to the door and putting your arm on his elbow to stop him. He turns to look down at you, his expression still stormy and dark. “Don’t leave me here, Donnie,” you plead.

He shakes his head, the pain in his temples slowing down his thought process, “You know I can’t take you with me unless there’s a hunt--”

“That’s not…” you falter for a second, losing your nerve. Are you really asking him this? Now? “That’s not what I mean, Donald. Please. I’m dying in here. Slowly. If you get me out of here I can still--I can still help the team…”

The words dry up on your tongue as you see the look on his face. If he was angry before, he’s positively furious now. He raises his robotic hand and wraps the fingers around your throat, tightening his grip threateningly, but not enough to cut off your airway. His blue eyes blaze with fury as he leans down inches from your face and hisses, “You fuckin’ mutie. I should have known. You’ve been playing a long game, huh? You think just because I’m fuckin’ you that I’ll betray the mission? For you? A genetic fuck up? That’s not how this works. You lose.”

He lets go abruptly, dropping you on weak legs that collapse beneath you leaving you sprawled on the floor. You watch him storm out without a backward glance. You stagger back to your bed, curling up under the thin blanket and pressing your face into your pillow so you can cry without making a sound.

---

“Up and at ‘em, baby. Time to earn your keep.”

You haven’t seen Donnie since the fight but it’s clear he hasn’t forgotten. His eyes are closed off as he shakes you awake, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you from bed. Your sleepy eyes widen as he secures the heavy cuffs around your wrists. It’s not that Donnie is usually soft or sentimental during a job. But he hasn’t felt the need to cuff you since the early days after your capture. You know what this is. He’s punishing you. Reminding you of your status. Like you need reminding. 

His silence is oppressive as he leads you through Transigen’s labyrinth of hallways. You look up at him, admiring his profile despite yourself. His pouty lips, his long, elfin nose, his bold eyebrows. You love every part of him. Even the grotesque skull and crossbones tattooed to his throat. Even the cruelty that falls from his lips like his native language. The prospect of spending the rest of your days locked away here without even the relief of your lover’s touch is too much to bear.

“Donnie, I-- I won’t ask you that again, okay?”

He spares you a quick glance before returning his gaze straight ahead, “Not the time, darlin’.”

Your shoulders slump at his clipped words.

“I just want--” What do you want? Too much…but right now you’d settle for a return to the status quo.

Donnie rounds on you, pressing you up against the wall and crowding you with his much bigger frame. The fact of Donnie’s physical strength is never far from your thoughts. He’s a big, powerful man. He can make you feel safe and protected or hunted depending on his mood. 

He dips his head until you’re cheek to cheek and rumbles into your ear, “Yeah, well, baby--It don’t matter what we want, does it?”

---

“Do your thing.”

You’re pulled over on the side of an empty two-lane highway. Acres of corn field hug the road on either side. It’s just you and Donnie standing in the scraggly grass. You’re scouting ahead while the rest of the team, with their armored vehicles and heavy equipment, follow a few miles behind. Donnie unlocks the cuffs from your wrists and hands you a grainy photograph. It’s a still shot of security footage showing a young woman with dark hair crossing the street in front of a bank. You can’t make out much detail in her features, but you don’t need much. Just a signature, a feeling to lock onto. 

You place your palm on the photo and close your eyes, expecting a faint trace, a hint of a direction, but the rush of immediacy that floods your brain is shocking.

“She’s here somewhere! I feel her close, Donnie, maybe within a hundred yards…”

Donnie’s hand goes to his side arm automatically, he moves to stand in front of you, effectively shielding you from any danger that might be coming from the...rows and rows of corn that surround your vehicle. 

“Where the fuck--?”

“I don’t know! I can’t get more specific…Definitely...yeah, this side of the road, for sure.”

Donnie turns and opens up the passenger door of the SUV, “Get in. Stay here. I’ll be back.”

You pause getting into the car, “Shouldn’t you wait for back up?”

“Just wait here,” he grinds out and vanishes into the cornstalks.

You sit back in the leather seat and pop the lock on the door for good measure. The trace of the mutant’s presence still lingers in your mind and you strain your eyes staring into the impenetrable rows of corn trying to pinpoint the exact location. It’s useless, though, and you give up after a few minutes. The empty silence unnerves you and you feel yourself automatically reaching out for Donnie, as if you could track him like you can other mutants. Please be okay.

Your eyes roam over the interior of the SUV and are suddenly arrested by the sight of the key fob sitting on the center console. Your breath catches in your throat and you immediately whip your head around, expecting to be caught out by yourself with the means of your escape. But the road is deserted, Donnie is nowhere in sight...and you could leave. Right now. Drive until you find some place safe. You clasp your hands together to keep them from shaking. This is it. Your chance. 

The silence is suddenly shattered by an ear splitting howl. You watch as a trail of cornstalks snap with the fury of a hurricane force wind and Donnie flies through the air like a rag doll landing in a heap on the road in front of the SUV. His body is limp and unmoving. Without any conscious thought you leap from the vehicle and sprint toward him. Your eyes scan the field, but there’s no sign of the hostile mutant. You fall to your knees on the hard cement and lift your lover’s head into your lap.

“Donnie! Oh my god--Donnie, wake up!” 

You brush your fingers through his hair and they come away bloody. There’s a wound at the back of his head that’s pouring buckets of blood. Your vision swims as panic clenches a cold fist around your heart. He can’t die. You know...god, you should want him dead. But you love him. Fuck. 

“Please, wake up,” you whisper tearfully, gently stroking his cheeks. It feels like hours but it must be only a minute later than this eyelids flutter open and you feel relief flood through you at the sight of those beautiful blue eyes. “Donnie? Can you hear me?”

He’s already trying to sit up, but a wave of dizziness sends him crashing back into your lap. His vision swims and his head feels like it’s going through a god damn meat grinder. He looks up and you’re looking down at him with a watery smile and red-rimmed eyes. The target’s gone. Back up is miles down the road. He’s injured. And you’re...you’re still here.

“What...what are you doin’, baby? This is your chance,” he grunts against the pain, settling his head more firmly in your lap and shutting his eyes as your cool palms come to rest on his cheeks. 

“Don’t try to talk, Donnie. The reavers will be here soon and they’ll...they’ll bring you back to Transigen and get you fixed up.”

Donnie opens his eyes to squint up at you in confusion, “What are you talking about, Y/N? Why aren’t you running?”

You stare down into your lovers eyes, asking yourself the same question. You know the answer. You’re just not particularly proud of it.

“I won’t leave you, Donnie... I love you,” you admit. It’s the first time you’ve said the words to him outside the context of sex. He stares up at you wide-eyed, like you’ve just sprouted feathers. You shut your eyes to the truth, letting tears fall and land on his stupid, handsome face as the sound of screeching tires and crunching gravel alert you to the arrival of the rest of the team. 

“Hey,” Donnie’s voice is strained against the pain. You open your eyes to find him looking up at you with a look you’ve never seen before. He looks...afraid. 

“I love you, too,” he says and then falls unconscious.

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@nothing-but-a-comedy​ @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook 

#donald pierce #donald pierce x reader #boyd holbrook #logan #x-men #marvel #chelsfic #tw: stockholm syndrome #tw: dubcon

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Core Drive - Clean 1.01

A/N: I decided that this story is best told in three stages, each with multiple parts (the same way that Jigsaw was structured). So this is the first stage, and the true beginning of Logan’s journey. If you missed it, catch up with the series intro. 

Warning: this series will deal with drug use, depression, addiction, violence and other such topics. *please read responsibly*  

Word Count: 5,087

The vast expanse of orange desert stretched out beyond the horizon, nothing but the twisted trunks of shriveled, lifeless trees and scrubby bushes full of brambles dotting the landscape. Crisp husks of dried grasses poked up from the fiery sand as if to remind anyone who wandered this far that it was no place for living things, hostile territory. Without a single cloud in the sky there were no shadows, no relief from the sun, no way to track time. There’s gotta be… this isn’t… He rolled his head back against the knotty stump he’d managed to prop himself up on, splintered strips of bark digging into his back causing him to cry out, a mangled sound that matched the desolation of his surroundings. An illusion. This is an illusion, all of it there’s…A single tear dropped from his eye and onto his shoulder. Where’s the door? 

Reckless. Impetuous. 

The wind hissed cruelly, carrying William’s words with it. They echoed in the valley, taunting him as if they hadn’t been rattling around like tumbleweeds in his mind since they’d been spoken. 

I’ll be right here. 

Another pitiful sob clawed its way past his chapped lips. Squeezing his eyes shut against the sun’s glare, he saw your smile, saw your hair spread out on his sheets, saw his fingers tangled in it. No, she can’t be… she can’t be here… Eyes flying open and chest heaving with sudden panic, he saw that he was right- you weren’t there. No one was. This is wrong, I…

His thoughts were interrupted as the wind howled back, whipping up ribbons of sand and sending it swirling into the air to pelt the side of his body. Each infinitesimal grain hitting his raw, exposed, sun ravaged skin stung like a swarm of hornets, pain sweeping over him like a chemical fire. He tried to take cover by drawing his knees up and ducking into them, but the blistered soles of his feet only slid in the sand, legs too heavy and muscles too dehydrated to move them. Barely able to lift his arm, the most he could do was tuck his chin into his shoulder and wait for the dust devil to pass. 

Failure. Worthless. Junkie. 

The wispy funnel of hot wind and dry sand swirled around him, tossing his father’s accusations like rocks. No, I...not anymore I...I just gotta get out of here, there’s gotta be…

There is no damn door. You’re fucked. 

Logan weakly picked up his head as the devil spun away and vanished. Sand slipped from his hair and stuck to the bloody scrapes and gashes on his thigh and side from where he’d stumbled and fallen. Who said that? Grains of sand had penetrated his clamped eyelids, and they stung his eyes like miniscule shards of glass as he blinked to regain his vision. Heat rose from the ground in shimmering waves as a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped through the mirage. They were topped by long legs encased in black suit pants, the midnight color only getting deeper as the figure came closer. A dark blue button down shirt was tucked into the waistband beneath an expertly tailored jacket. What the… 

Did you hear me? I said- The man stooped down, creases forming in the material of his pants as he lowered himself to Logan’s level. Who… the stranger had one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around a cut crystal glass filled with amber liquid. A solid gold ring caught the sunlight, blinding Logan as the man raised the glass to his lips to take a sip. -There is no door. Pulling the glass back down, he rested his elbow on his knee and set his sharp, umber eyes on Logan, who gasped in confused terror as he recognized the stranger; two buttons open at the collar, neatly trimmed beard the same chestnut color as his longish, loosely styled hair, and a small but undeniably identical birthmark hovering between his eye and cheekbone. It’s...me, it’s who I… He heaved a dry sob that came out as maniacal laughter. Who I used to be. There is no door, Logan, no one’s coming for you. He sucked air through his teeth and narrowed his eyes. You’re gonna die out here, Delos. Taking another swig of his drink, he raised his eyebrows and gestured in a toast. Might as well get it over with. 

No. Logan watched himself stand back up to his full height, brushing sand from his knee. “No, please you...please, help me…” 

Retreating back into the abyss, he shrugged at the dying man. I can’t. Another gust of wind kicked up and swept him away, leaving Logan alone again. No! No, no…

..  .. ..  .. .. ..  .. ..

“No!” He thrashed awake, sweat soaked sheets stuck around his legs as he kicked at them. Eyes opening wide, he bolted upright, shaking and gasping for air. The sudden plunge into the waking world sent his head spinning and set every one of his joints on fire. Chills erupted all over his body as a violent wave of nausea rose in his stomach. Lurching over the edge of the bed, he gripped the night stand and was sick into the wastebasket beside it. He groaned in pain as he shriveled back into the twin size mattress. Fuck! Another rush of agony pulsed through his bones, pulling a broken whimper from his throat. “No, no, no,” he mumbled into his pillow as the light in the room flicked on and he clamped his eyes shut against the searing light.  

His roommate’s mattress springs creaked as he sat up and cleared his throat. “Yo man, you good over there?” The other man’s voice was thick with sleep but tinted with concern. Miguel was at least ten years younger, but this wasn’t his first rodeo and he knew exactly what Logan was going through. The only response was another groan, so Miguel pressed on. “Hey, man, come on, you good?” 

“The fuck do you think?” His voice, muffled by the pillow and weakened by the effects of the dream and the aggressive withdrawal, came out blunt but pathetic. “Can you turn the goddamn light off? Fuck…” He grumbled miserably.

Miguel clicked the light off and sat back against his headboard, a small, knowing chuckle leaving his lips. “I don’t have to think. I know you feel like you’re fuckin’ dying.” Logan crossed his arms over his abdomen as another bout of nausea seized him. Then why the fuck- “But you’re not fuckin’ dying, you’re gonna be alright, man, just gotta get through detox then you’ll see it ain’t bad.” 

I can’t. The two words followed him from the desert and into the dark room, echoing in his mind in the rich tone of his own voice. “Yeah? Well…” he groaned again, hugging his thin arms tightly around himself and grimacing  through gritted teeth. “Well maybe I should.” 

Will it help? 

Your tear tainted question overtook the cruelty of the words from his dream as the muscles in his aching arms remembered what it was like to hold you. 

“Nah man,” Miguel answered your question. “You shouldn’t.” The mattress creaked again as he laid back down, pressing his head into his pillow. “Look, you already did the hardest part. You’re here. Day One’s the worst and you got through it.” 

Logan slowly opened his eyes as Miguel closed his and went back to sleep. Is he right? Logan thought back on the previous 24 hours: waking up without you, a hole in his chest the size and shape of you that kept expanding at a steady rate, the emotional bottoming out, the inability to feel and then the fire as he felt every cell in his body start to ignite- this all before boarding a five hour flight to cross the country. By the time he landed his head was throbbing, the thin material of his tee shirt felt like a weighted vest, and he could hardly keep his eyes open even behind dark sunglasses. It was another couple hours from the airport to the facility, and had been exactly 3 days- down to the minute- since he’d been brought into the ER in cardiac arrest from an overdose of opiates and benzodiazepines. He spent two nights in the hospital before you brought him back to his empty apartment and he’d made it even emptier by telling you to leave, and one restless night in his own bed before getting to where he was now, the lesser symptoms giving way to the buckling joint pain, sharp sensitivity to light and finally staggering nausea. Dying would be easier.  

Logan? Is that… will it help? 

He stood on the sidewalk in front of the building, the sliding doors opening in a whoosh of compressed air, hitting his skin in a cool burst before automatically closing again. It would help not to feel like this… But the question and the way that you’d asked it had been so clear and honest that he knew it deserved an honest answer, no matter how hard it was to give. No. Dying wouldn’t help, and he wasn’t sure if this would either. He wasn’t sure if anything would help. But I have to try…  When the doors slid open again, he stepped through them. 

The intake process took longer than he thought it would despite not having a frame of reference to go on, and by the time he was seated in the exam room he was agitated, sore, sweaty and dizzy. Underweight. Brachycardia. Decreased oxygen levels. That had been the conclusion- common side effects, he’d been told, most of the words hitting and bouncing off instead of sticking. There was a hum in his head that made comprehension difficult, and his spine was on fire. He wanted nothing more than to turn it off; block all the pain receptors in his brain and fade to black. But the door opened and a young woman with tattoos running behind her ear and down one side of her neck appeared to take him to meet with his counselor to finish his intake. She smiled, spoke softly, walked slowly, and told Logan that she was happy to help him in any way that she could, nodding once before knocking on the office door that she’d led him to. 

“Come in!” a voice called from the other side and the woman placed her hand on the door knob. 

Before opening the door, she turned to Logan and looked up at him. “Zeke’s the best, you’re in good hands, Logan.” He didn’t say anything, in part because he was afraid that opening his mouth would lead to getting sick. She seemed to understand, opening the door and gesturing for him to enter the office before shutting it again. 

The room was small, one corner eclipsed by a desk and a shelf overflowing with books stacked both vertically and horizontally in order to maximize the capacity. Another corner had been completely taken over by a ficus and two hanging plants, their leafy vines curving and stretching for the light coming in through the window. Two mismatched chairs were placed in front of the desk which was lined with photo frames turned towards the man who was rising to greet him. “Logan.” The tall, lean man extended a hand out to Logan who took it, his clammy, pale hand in stark contrast to the man’s firm grip, his dark brown skin making Logan’s look translucent. He didn’t flinch as he shook hands with death, simply introduced himself. “Ezekiel Abrams. Call me Zeke.” He smiled and released Logan’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, take a seat and we’ll get started. I know you had a long morning so I’m sure you’re looking forward to getting some rest.” 

Logan lowered himself into the purple armchair on the right, leaning back against the cushions, depending on them to keep him upright. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “I just wanna sleep.” 

Ezekiel circled back around to sit behind his desk. “Sleep will help, for sure.” He nodded as he pushed his chair closer and plucked a red and orange striped pen from a cup, clicking it with his thumb as he opened a file and took out a few pages. “Just need to ask you a few questions as a baseline, or like an inventory. Helps us figure out a direction for your treatment.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Everyone’s different, what works for me might not work for you, and there’s no point in any of this if we’re not looking for the best path for you. So yeah, I know this is the last thing you want to do right now-” Yup. “-but it’s the first step to getting you out of here so bear with me, okay?” 

There was no bullshit, no cheerleader pep-talk in his tone, just a sense of efficiency and purpose that Logan, even in the state he was in, couldn’t help but recognize. He had long well-groomed dreadlocks corralled in a loose rubber band that hung down his back, and a short, neatly trimmed beard. His greenish brown eyes were patient and kind, framed in rectangular black glasses that highlighted the spark in them that told Logan that while he was there to help, he also took no shit. He was a well educated man, that was clear from his title and from the titles of the books that lined his shelves. But he also had an air of realism about him, the kind of knowledge that you only gain through experience. Logan nodded, despite the way it made his teeth hurt to move his head. 

“Alright. First one. How are you feeling today Logan?” 

Logan actually made a sound that could be interpreted as a laugh. “Like shit, Zeke.” 

Ezekiel made notes in his file and prompted Logan to go into more detail, separating physical descriptors like pain and exhaustion from how he was feeling about being there, about his substance abuse, about what he was going through. Doubtful. Ashamed. Out of control. Those had been his answers, and instead of trying to get him to answer differently, Ezekiel recorded Logan’s feelings word for word. 

He asked next about Logan’s health history. “I know that you had a pretty serious medical event a few months back.” He flipped through his paperwork to fact check. “Dehydration and sunburn, hypothermia.” Logan swallowed a lump, the dry heat of the desert coming back to him in excruciating realism. “Aside from that, any health problems?” 

He gave a minute shake of his head. “No.” The slight motion made him dizzy and he clamped his eyes shut. God fuckin’ damnit. He brought a shaking hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, dragging it over his forehead and through his hair as he exhaled slowly. 

“That’s great, that helps.” Sure. He had a few follow up questions that Logan answered in as few words as possible before moving on to the next topic- Substance abuse history. 

Logan revealed that this was his second shot at getting clean, having wrestled with addiction shortly after his mother’s death. “And was that also opiates and prescription drugs?” Logan nodded. “And how did you deal with that last time?” 

Deal with it? I didn’t. Logan shrugged. “I just...I locked myself in my room for a week and…” and waited. 

“You didn’t get professional help?” Ezekiel asked the question without judgement, seeking only answers. 

“Help’s not an option when you’re James Delos’ son.” His lip curled on his father’s name. “Not if you don’t wanna be written off.”  

“But it was an option this time?” Logan nodded, mouth watering as his stomach swam uneasily. “Why’s that?” 

“Because I’m done trying to be in his good graces.” 

“Doing this for yourself is the only real way to succeed, so that’s good to hear. So what about the rest of your family?” 

Logan flinched. “Jul...my sister, Juliet. We…” a sudden sting behind his eyes interrupted his words as he felt tears roll down his cheeks. “We used to be close but...shit happens, you know?” Zeke raised his eyebrows and muttered a ‘yeah’ under his breath. “She… her new husband he… he and I don’t see eye to eye, let’s put it that way.” That’s the lightest fucking way to put it. “And it...that and all this, it’s…” he sighed, shoulders slumping as low as his heart. “It fucked up our relationship and I...if I can fix it I want to.” I miss her. He wondered if Juliet missed him, too. She’d have come to visit if she did, and she hadn’t. 

“Mending, or trying to mend the relationships that got broken through addiction is part of the healing process. It helps you to come to terms with what you’ve lost or set aside while you’re in active addiction. How about any partners? Are you seeing anyone? Married or?” 

Your face filled his mind and the tears that had started when he mentioned Juliet’s name came back in full force when he spoke yours. “We weren’t...we’re not together or… but she’s…” he took a shuddering breath as a chill spread through his veins. “She’s the only person I can trust...the only one who believes in me and I…” The room melted as he recalled the last happy memory he had with you… 

..  .. ..  .. .. ..  ..

“Oh, shit,” There was a surprised note to your voice, the second word coming out almost as muffled laughter. His lips twitched up into a tired smile.You were stretched out across Logan’s body, his eyes drawn to the movement of your shoulder blade as you extended one arm to reach for your phone on the bedside table. “You know what time it is?” I have an idea… but I don’t care. His fingers traced the outline of your scapula as you drew your arm back onto the mattress. Hair cascading over your back, you turned slightly, your profile backlit by the low light of the lamp across the room. Palm settling in the curve of your spine, his lips parted as a breath slipped out. She’s beautiful. He’d known that from the moment he laid eyes on you, mesmerized by your movements, by the angles that your body made, the arch of your brow and the pillow of your lips. But it’s more than that now. You wrinkled your nose and turned onto your hip, still draped over him but propped up on your elbow. He raised his hand so that you could move, then let it drop to your bicep. “Logan?” His eyes were heavy but he kept them on you as you raked the hair away from them. “Did you hear me? It’s 3 am, I should,” you gave him a sleepy smile to match the one he was wearing. “I should get going.” 

“Stay.” His eyes narrowed as he spoke the word, almost shocked that it had come out of his mouth. Both hands found their way to your body, fingers flexing quickly, as though expressing their own unwillingness to let you go. You were clearly just as taken aback by his request as he was, and he understood. Logan Delos didn’t ask anyone to spend the night. Typically, he didn’t even ask his partners into his bedroom, instead using the pool house or one of the empty guest rooms. His space was his own, and he didn’t want it to become haunted by the misconstrued imaginings of the men and women that he took to bed. But with her it’s different. He suddenly realized that it had been for a while. 

For a few seconds you didn’t say anything, wide eyes searching his questioningly as though trying to make sure you’d heard him correctly. “Logan, you don’t…” you gave a small shake of your head, another tousled strand of hair falling into your eyes that you swept back into place, his eyes following the movement of your fingers. 

“I don’t what?” He tilted his head as he waited for you to finish your sentence. Don’t say I don’t want that. I do. He swallowed, hoping that you could feel the naked truth of how much he wanted you. 

“I-” You let out another near laugh, a look of guarded skepticism furrowing your forehead. You sighed. “You’re leaving early for your trip and I-” 

“Not leaving until ten,” he cut you off, not wanting to give you time to build your case. His touch trailed down your body until his hands found your waist, gripping you by the hips to turn you parallel to himself. Your thigh fell between his legs, forearms landing on either side of his ribs. “And the thing about owning your own jet is that it doesn’t take off until you’re ready to leave.” I don’t give a shit about being on time for this trip. He spoke your name, dragging his fingers up and down your back lazily. “Stay.”  

You laughed again, but he could see the questions still lingering in your eyes. “Logan,” you said his name softly then, your right hand curving around the slope of his neck where it met his shoulder. “That’s not…” His grip tightened on you again, but before he could say anything else you continued, voice small and vulnerable. “Are you sure?”

He knew why you were asking. You were protecting yourself, and he understood that. He knew he couldn’t promise you anything, not yet anyway. But she’s not asking me to. He reached for you, fingers curling under your chin and thumb brushing your lips. They opened beneath his touch, your breath warming his skin. Logan slid his palm up to cup your cheek, bringing your face closer to his own. “I’m sure.” The hand on your back pressed you the few inches closer that he needed to close the distance until his lips could cover yours. You sighed into the kiss and he felt you relax against him, felt the tension leave your muscles as you responded. I’m so fucking sure. His arms wound around you and he willed time to slow, to stop. I’ve never wanted to board a flight less than I do right now. If this trip wasn’t important to Juliet he’d blow it off without a second thought. If you stayed, he’d have a few hours of this, of you resting next to him, your quiet breathing syncing with his, your arm draped over his chest, limbs heavy as you slept. If you stayed, he could wake up to you in his arms and know what it was like to spend the first few minutes of morning with someone. Not with someone. With her.    

There were still questions in your eyes as you pulled back, and he knew that he’d put them there. Usually he wanted his partners to maintain their reservations about things becoming more serious. He wanted there to be obstacles and reasons to keep things meaningless. Trust was the last thing he needed from any of them, and he wasn’t looking for it when he first met you, either. But now… He’d told you that he’d made you his emergency contact at the park, but he hadn’t told you that it was because you were the only person who he felt completely comfortable with. Logan hadn’t told you, but it had been a month since he’d been with anyone but you. And since he hadn’t told you those things, you couldn’t possibly know that he was asking you to stay because for the first time in his life, he thought that maybe it was possible that someone could love him. Not someone… He kept his eyes on yours as he watched the questions ebb and flow until finally you answered. 

“Alright, Delos,” you leaned in to lay a soft kiss to his cheek, a light feeling filling his chest as he smiled. “But you better not snore,” you whispered against his skin. 

He laughed, a dizzy, sleepy happiness buzzing in his brain as he turned his face to capture your lips again. No problem. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, fueled by the little sigh you let out and the way that you tightened your grip on him. “No snoring, promise.” 

Logan didn’t make promises. He didn’t like being bound to anyone or anything because he knew that no matter how much effort he put into something, there were always going to be variables that were beyond his control, and he didn’t want to be responsible for mitigating them. But he had no problem making this promise, because he doubted he’d actually be doing much sleeping. He lifted his arm to let you situate yourself against his side, then dropped it down to tuck you even closer, reaching for the sheet with his free hand. You trailed your fingers through the thin smattering of hair that covered his chest as you slid one of your legs between his. He inhaled through his nose, the scent of your perfume and the tingling from your touch overwhelming him. “G’night, Logan,” you yawned as you pressed your palm over his heart. 

Almost automatically, he brought his hand up to cover yours on his sternum, keeping it in place as he buried his lips in your hair. “Night.” She stayed...she… He tilted his chin down, taking in the sight of you curled next to him. You closed your eyes and the second that you did he was caught off guard by the way it felt to have your trust in this way, to have you this way. As your breathing slowed, your weight settled and you gave yourself over to sleep, he nestled his lips in your hair once more, wispy strands getting caught in his beard as he kissed you again. “Thank you for saying yes,” he whispered, too quiet for you to ever hear. Thank you for saying yes to me.      

..  .. ..  .. .. ..  ..  

“Logan?” He snapped his head up too quickly, setting it spinning again, taking the walls with it. She’s the only one who ever said yes to me. “Logan?” He blinked and when the room came back into view, he met Ezekiel’s eyes, yours fading from his mind. “If you need to take a break, we can.” 

Will it help? 

“No, it’s-” he wiped at his eyes and sniffed, that hole in his heart, the one that he’d carved to look like you, filling with ice. “It’s...I wanna finish.” He blinked again and again, bleary eyes burning from the tears and the migraine and the lights in the room.

“Alright, good.” Zeke cleared his throat. “Listen, I’m sorry that it didn’t...that things with this woman didn’t-” he sighed. “If she’s a good friend she’ll be there for you.” He left it at that, not making any wild promises or suggestions that Logan should reach back out to you, that the two of you could have a chance at happily ever after again. 

I’ll be here when you get back. 

That’s what you’d said. And I told her no. I- the pain behind his eyes reached a new high and he winced, gripping the top of his head and gritting his teeth.   

Zeke noticed Logan’s distress. He stood, clipboard in hand as he crossed to the door.  “Just a few more of these, Logan, almost done.” Flicking one set of light switches with the end of his pen, he turned and crossed back to his desk. The change in brightness helped immediately, the jackhammer behind his eyes easing to a dull throb. Fuck, that’s better. Logan swallowed and took a deep breath as Zeke sat back down, the nausea subsiding at least for the moment. The man flipped to the next page of questions without acknowledging the lights or the noticeable relief that his action had brought. His face showed no signs of pity; no sympathetic yet reassuring smile, no sad, pathetic furrowing of his brow- just understanding. He lifted his chin to look back up at Logan. “Two more, yeah?” 

Logan pushed his sweat dampened hair back with the bony fingers of his left hand meeting Ezekiel’s hazel eyes. Make ‘em quick. “Yeah.” 

“What would you say is your motivation for seeking treatment?”  

“I…” He felt something break inside himself then, which was odd because he didn’t know that there was anything left to break. “I don’t want to die.” Not really. “I don’t wanna feel like this. But I don’t want… I don’t want this to kill me.” 

Ezekiel had heard every answer imaginable to that question, Logan was sure, so he didn’t react with more than a nod and the scratch of his pen on paper. “Alright, Logan, you’ve done great. Last one.” He set his pen down and rested both forearms on his desk, reaching up to adjust the rim of his glasses. “What is your treatment goal?” 

Logan’s head was pounding, his nervous system overloaded with pain signals. Didn’t I just answer that? “I… I just said…” 

“No, you said you don’t want to die. That’s a motivation, not a goal. What do you want for yourself after this? What do you hope to change or learn about yourself?” 

After. Logan hadn’t thought that far, only making the decision to check into a treatment center two days prior to sitting where he sat now. “I… what do I want to change?” Ezekiel nodded, face set in an expression that showed that he wouldn’t budge on expecting an answer. “Everything.” 

Zeke shook his head, a quirk to his lips. “Nah, Logan, you don’t want to change everything. You’re a smart man, you got a lot of good in you. You don’t need to change everything. What do you want?” 

For the longest time all Logan could remember wanting was a spot in the Delos boardroom. If not that, then a hit of pleasure, an escape. But now? “I… I want to get better.” 

Ezekiel took a slow breath in through his nose, letting it out just as slowly, eyes on Logan the whole time. “That’s a good start, Logan.” Start? No that’s- “But I know you can do better than that. So I’m gonna ask you every day until you figure it out.” 

“What if I don’t?” Why isn’t that good enough? 

Zeke stood and came around to stand next to Logan as he slowly rose as well. “You will.” He clapped Logan gently on the shoulder. “I know you will.”

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The Loudest Firework

 AN: I’m SO sorry for making this so late. This was supposed to be done before the new years. Life’s been really kicking my a- ANYWAY Hope yall enjoy!

             A sequel to this one:  Checking It Twice

             Ships: Intrulogical

             WARNING: Remus, tickling, touch starvation, cursing and abusive Deceit

             The duke was pouting. Not because he was bored, or because he didn’t get his way… he was just confused. As the chaos entity within Thomas, he loved causing confusion, but experiencing it himself? Ugh. Pass.

             Logan had given him a gift for Christmas, but when the following days had come around, he had done nothing for or with Remus, scrambling his thoughts in the process. Logan liked to keep things consistent, so why was he just back to normal now? Did he change his mind? Or was it actually him who gave him the present? Yet, Logan would be the only one with enough specified categorizing to give him something so delightfully his style. The duke’s mind started racing, even more than usual. Had he wrapped the present for himself after all and just not remembered it? But what about Logan’s face that morning?? How insane was he becoming???

             It was now New Years, and Remus felt like he was truly losing it. He sat on the couch, scratching his chin as his eyes twitched.

             “Why the figuratively long face, Remus?” A calm voice started the green side from behind as he spun around.

             Logan.

             The cause of his confusion.

             Remus’s pout morphed into a snarl.

             “What do you want?” He snapped, nose wrinkled.

             “Answer my question first and there’s an increase in probability I’ll tell you.” The teacher grinned slightly.

             That SAME SLY GRIN! The same one he wore Christmas Morning! Remus’s eyes widened.

             “Oh, I don’t know Logan, why IS my face so long?” He grabbed the bottom of his jaw, stretching it out.

             “I said figuratively…” Logan massaged his forehead. “No matter, I shall answer your question. I want to see you happy.”

             Remus had to slap himself. “Excuse me, what???”

             Logan blinked. “Did I stutter?”

             “I-I… n-n-n-no???” Remus looked up at him with eyes of constant changing dilation. Logan had to resist chuckling at his utter dumbfounded expression.

             “It’s not all that hard to understand.” He offered, recognizing the look of panic crossing the poor duke’s face.

             “Yeah, I know WHAT it is, you enema! I’m trying to figure out the WHY!” His eyes flared red around the edges.

             “Sit down, and I’ll tell you.” The blue side offered.

             “Hmph.” Remus sat as the teacher instructed, and waited for his overly complicated, boring explanation that would most likely only raise more questions or cause the master of chaos to fall asleep.

             But instead of walking in front of him to teach him something or criticize something, Logan squeezed his way between Remus and the couch. The duke was about to ask what the fuck Logan was doing, when his breath got caught in his throat. Fingers were digging into his screwed-up back with the most impressing precision. He couldn’t help the loud moan that came from him.

             Logan twitched irritably, convinced Remus had made that noise as some sort of joke, but when he leaned to stare at his face, Remus’s expression told otherwise. Eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, jaw slack.

             He had not felt the touch of any of the other sides for years… The only faint memories he had of such a warmth and comfort was when from the times he and Roman were one side many, MANY years ago. After the split, he had only himself and the other dark sides… Which, in some twisted way, made him thankful for the times Dee hit him, because even though it was a slap or a punch, it was touch… and it hurt so good…

           But this?!

             Logan wrapped his arms around Remus to stable him, convinced he’d fall over otherwise. The poor duke was shivering and whimpering, turning to goo at Logan’s touch.

             “Am I overwhelming you?” He asked sincerely, starting to pull away.

             Remus’s top half snapped as he twisted his chest, arms and head 180 degrees to face him and grab at him. “No!” His eyes glistened with more tears that would soon add to the multiple tear streaks already on his face. “Don’t!” His green eyes were bright with his pupils pin pricks of desperation.

             There was that terrible expression again, except this time, it was worse. The tears active, the wide-open eyes and brows pressing harshly into the tops of his irises… but most of all, that sad frown accompanied by gritted teeth of grief.

             “Please, don’t let go!” Remus’s eyes popped out of his skull in agony and fear, his voice sounding completely different now.

 Logan couldn’t help but stare, shocked, at what he could only describe as Remus’s true self. Broken and desperate. No bravado or pride in his work… just a lonely side with a craving for touch that hadn’t been satisfied in years.

             Logan wanted to wipe off that pathetic look on is face so badly as the duke blinked rapidly, more tears spilling as silence pierced him. Dee always used to give the duke the silent treatment, and if he didn’t respond with ‘yes’ and kept quiet… it usually meant… no.

             Remus started sniffling, Logan’s shocked expression sinking in as he made the connection that he probably just ruined any chance he had at getting more of that touch. He gave in, letting Logan go and sobbing into his hands.

             The teacher couldn’t stand it. The expression, the shivers and now that AWEFUL sound coming from the duke as he wept like a slapped child. He rushed forward, hugging him fully despite his body being twisted around.

             Remus gasped and hugged him back tightly, face utterly drenched as he begged.

             Touch… touch, it felt so good.

             “More… more…” He choked out, whimpering, rubbing his head against Logan’s shoulder as relief flooded his senses, soaking Logan’s shirt in the process from a never-ending stream of tears.

             The dark blue side had never taken into account just how cold Remus’s body was. The teacher breathed deeply, holding the duke tightly as he slowly rocked them in their hold, letting his warmth spread to Remus’s deprived, starving form.

             GOD, it felt so good it almost burned!

             He sighed again and again as the waves of warmth fed him and filled him up. Making his barren heart full once again since god knows how long! When Logan turned to look at him, the duke was drooling slightly, eyes wide- almost drunk from the warmth and touch. His eyes sparkled, and his face owned a tiny precious smile, all for Logan.

             Was it selfish to want to keep that smile all to himself? To hold it in his memory away from the others forever? Logan didn’t care at this point, this emotion felt too precious and fragile to give away just yet as he stared at Remus’s melting posture.

             “Are you happy now?” He asked, smile smug.

             “Gaaaahhh…” Remus couldn’t even speak, but nodded light-headedly, his heart beating harder the longer he stared at Logan. Eventually, it proved to be all too much for the poor master of chaos as he passed out in Logan’s arms, his heartbeat nearly showing through his chest.

 ***

           “Jeez, where’s Logan and Remus? They’re gonna miss the countdown!” Roman searched through the house, looking for the teacher and his brother. He knew Logan wasn’t a big fan of jumping or shouting when it became a new year, saying something about it just being the inevitable passing of time, but his brother was also missing, which was strange. Remus wouldn’t dare miss out on an opportunity to be loud! So, where was he?!

             “Looooogaaaan! Reeeemuuuus!” He called repeatedly throughout the mindscape, panicking as he realized New Years was now only 10 minutes away.

             “Sh!” Logan poked his head out of his room and briefly hushed Roman before ducking back inside.

             “Logan! What are y-“

             “Sh!” Roman staggered back a few steps, surprised as Logan hushed a second time. He slowly walked into the logical sides room and had to rub his eyes a few times to process what lay before him.

             Remus was sprawled out on Logan’s bed, every limb seeming to melt into the cushions. His expression contained a large genuine smile, and peacefully shut eyes as he breathed out little sighs of pure happiness.

             “Which drug is he on?!” He whisper-screamed to Logan, who had to hold back a chuckle.

             “None…” Logan smiled tenderly as Roman looked between his brother and the teacher. His eyes narrowed in realization.

             That smile on Logan’s face… Remus’s relaxed posture… The look in the teacher’s eyes…

             “You… and him? Logan, are you serious?” Roman whispered, eyes scanning Logan’s expression carefully, to make sure this wasn’t some sort of joke.

             Logan just nodded his head. “How do you suppose we wake him up?” He murmured, gliding a hand along Remus’s arms which caused the green side to shiver in his sleep.

             Roman opened and closed his mouth, sentence fragments almost spilling from his lips, but not quite, utter shock making him freeze in place as Logan’s hand wandered under Remus’s chin and a scratched a little.

             The duke giggled, face turning slightly pink. Logan got an idea. Moving his hands and arms like snakes, he wiggled his fingers gently against the green sides neck.

             The duke’s giggles got a little louder, his shoulder’s scrunching up to protect himself from the tickles.

             “Care to join me, Roman?” The logical side looked at the prince, who was visibly excited, shaking in place.

             “Oh god, it’s been years since I’ve gotten to do this…” His excited puppydog smile melted into a sly smirk. “I forgot about all the tickle fights we once got into… You know one place that drives him crazy?”

             Logan raised an eyebrow, also smirking now. “Even more so than his usual crazy?”

             Roman gently lowered his hands to Remus’s legs, nodding. He lifted one up and rolled up his pant leg. Logan did the same to the other side, watching with intrigue and copying every one of Roman’s movements on his side.

             The red side suddenly dug his fingers into the back of Remus’s knee, causing the master of chaos to wake up screaming and cackling.

             “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP THAHAHAHAHAHAT!” Remus kicked his leg wildly as if it were electrocuted. “BROHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” His maniac cackling sounded slightly different to Logan, still slightly sweeter and… cuter than his normal set of chaotic laughing.

             Logan wanted to hear more of it, so, with a smirk, he dug his hand into the leg he was holding, copying Roman’s techniques.

             “PAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOTYOUTOOSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHASE!!!! LOHOHOHOHOHOGYHYYHYHYHYHY!!!” Remus shrieked, wiggling, trying to get away from the maddening sensation, face fire-engine red with tears starting to leak down his face.

             Logan stopped at that, not just because of the desperate pleas but…

             “Wow, did he just call you a cute pet name? Pleadingly?” Roman teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

             Logan rolled his eyes, but couldn’t blame Roman. “I think that’s enough… don’t you?”

             “Awww, please? Just a little more?” Roman whined, dinging a single finger into a special spot in the center of the knee, making poor Remus scream.

             “Roman, he’s crying. Stop.” Roman looked up in surprise at Logan’s low, protective voice.

             Remus sat up, panting and still giggling, trying desperately to rub away the explosive tingles still behind his knees.

             “Bro, it’s almost time for the countdown…” Roman chuckled and cooed teasingly.

             “O-Okay…” He got up shakily and was immediately supported by Logan, who helped carry the giggly duke to the balcony where the others were waiting for the countdown to see the fireworks.

             Remus whined at the touch Logan was giving him, and was slightly scared he was still dreaming… As he thought this, the teacher wrapped his arms around him yet again, sending shivers up his spine.

             The others started chanting… “10! 9! 8! 7! 6!” Logan inched his face closer to the duke’s, eyes shining with galaxies in them with a small gentle smile. The green side’s mind froze.

             No… he wouldn’t… would he?

             “5! 4! 3! 2! 1!” The rest of the ‘Happy New Year’ chant was suddenly forgotten by the duke as he entered another world, Logan pressing his lips passionately to his own. His pupils shrunk to microscopic size before widening so much his eyes was nothing but pupil. He clung to him, pulling him closer to himself as he kissed back, eyes squeezed shut with tears of happiness leaking, face flushed an even deeper shade than his brother’s sash.

             Logan pulled away, much to the dismay of the other, who could’ve sit there kissing him forever, but what came next only made his heart rate triple.

           “I love you, Remus.” Logan’s eyes went from tender to panicked as Remus shook madly in place, sparks flying off of him as his pupils became invisible to the human eye, a noise close to something like a kettle whistle coming from him.

             “Oh shit, what did you do?!” Roman turned to look at the teacher, eyes flashing in worry.

             “I-I…” The dark blue side stuttered, not being able to form a sentence in his panic, thinking he broke the master of chaos.

             Remus lifted one foot and stamped the ground hard, sending his glowing form shooting high into the air, until he was nothing but a spec in the sky, he suddenly burst into a giant green firework in the shape of a heart. Logan looked around in the sky desperately just to find that the duke was lying on the ground, giggling with a hand pressed to his mouth.

             “ Heeheeheehee… I-I love you too, Logy…”

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adorn

Pairing: Logan x MC

Rating: Explicit | NSFW 18+

Word Count: 1500

Summary: The one where Mercy makes her love quite certain.

Kinktober Day 2: scars, body worship.

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Logan wears his scars like testimony.

Every misstep immortalized, penned into the splits between his knuckles, written in the jagged lines that carve across his ribs - harsh lessons he has learned the hard way, and even long after the bruises and the bleeding have healed over, all the scars remain.

Mercy makes certain that he wears her love as well.

Peach-colored kisses crown his neck and shoulders, monuments to her affection stained in fading lipstick down his skin. Her lips adorn his cheeks and both the edges of his smile, and when he reaches out to hold her face between his hands, she sets a kiss against each roughened palm. She lingers on the marks that span his knuckles as if she might somehow mend the damage there. She’s tended to a few of them herself, and she can still recall the rattle of adrenaline that trembled in her hands, his freshly bandaged fingers closing tenderly around her own.

Logan’s touch is just as gentle now as his thumb ghosts along her cheekbone, focus settling with obvious intention on her mouth. “Do I get to kiss you now?” 

She almost lets him, sorely tempted by the open promise in his eyes; she knows that look and all the blissful things he offers with it, how quickly she can fall apart when she allows him to distract her. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”

He hums and nuzzles teasing teeth at the base of her throat. Over the years, he’s grown proficient with the tender places in her body, and it doesn’t take him long to find a span of nerves that trigger shivers down her spine. 

That’s not playing fair.

“Behave yourself,” she chides him as the blush rises like clockwork in her cheeks.

Logan tilts a smirk at her. “I’m not so great at that.”

Her palm wanders and falls to rest over his heart, tracking the steady, rapid beat of it behind his ribs. “I think you’ll find a way to persevere.” 

He laughs then, but the sound breaks off into a groan when Mercy rocks her hips against him. Callused fingers sink a blazing journey down her waist, curling in just deep enough to feel the pressure of his grip. Logan holds her with the certainty of passing time; his hands will find her body just like days will turn to weeks, to months, to seasons.

While he feels out the fullness of her hips, she maps the places where her teeth have marked him, too: faint red shadows in the vague shape of her mouth, bitten into sunbronzed skin when she was lost to climax. 

(There was a time when she was horrified to find her own bite marks in bloom across his shoulders. He touches her like she is paradise made human, and she hurt him to the point of leaving bruises -

Baby, I’m so sorry.

But he laughed then, too. I’m not.)

She soothes them over all the same, planting soft apologies where she has been so careless. Her fingers drift the contours of his arms, travelling from faded love bites to a fissure of scar tissue that curves up his side, risen and pale against his skin. He fidgets restlessly among the bedsheets, watching her with rapt attention, following the slow progression of her touch. Something like hunger flickers in his gaze, teeth raking hard across his bottom lip.

She trails a path of lazy kisses down his ribs, and Logan shudders in response, sucking a breath in through his teeth. His muscles twitch beneath her fingers, tense with finely held restraint. He wants - oh, she can feel how badly - but he waits, impatient, groaning as she starts to trace the palm fronds inked in black across his hip. The mirror image of her tattoo claims him as her own, and when she splays her fingers out across those dark and branching lines, it feels like coming home again.

His scars are testimony, but he wears her love by choice.

The peach press of her lipstick, half-healed hickeys, black ink cast like shadows on his skin.

The soft look of relief that dawns across his features when she takes him finally in hand. 

“Ha - Mercy -” His head falls back, throat working as he drags in empty air. The first touch of her lips and tongue coax shivers through his body, and he clenches gentle fingers at her hair, surging with anticipation before jerking back against the sheets. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”

Emboldened, Mercy sinks between his knees to take him further. She feels him throb against her tongue, a strangled whine lodged in his throat, falling apart around the rough sound of her name. 

With shaking hands, he gathers up the dark waves of her hair, taking great care not to pull even as her tongue winds teasing pathways up the hard length of his cock. His eyes are transfixed on the sight of himself nudging past her lips, the slick wrap of her hand around the thickest part of him, every point where she attends to him with such tender devotion. 

“Mercy…” Logan groans, a husky rumble fraying at the timbre of his voice. The flush of effort heats him through, desperation clear across his face as he arches beneath her. “Perfect, perfect, please…!”

She takes her time releasing him, kneading with suction as she lifts away, her fingers curling tight around the very base. Her head swims at the way he fills her grip, and she aches to think of how he feels inside of her, that breathtaking fit when he sinks home. Her body sings for contact, slick with craving, and she succumbs at last to her temptation, falling against his chest to claim his mouth beneath her own. His arm tugs her in close, trapping her between his hold and racing heart, frantic with need.

Urgency roughens his kisses. He nips with teeth and licks over the sting, letting his mouth wander the soft arch of her throat, slipping her hair aside to mark her shoulders. She was right - he’s horribly distracting - but that singular, possessive drive reverberates with every crashing heartbeat in her chest: take him, make him yours.

Mercy wets her fingertips against her tongue, dropping them in spiral circles down his cock before she leads him gingerly between her thighs. The weight of him prods hot against the raw folds of her sex, and then - oh god - she’s sliding down around him, seething out a gasp as she takes more and more and more of him. Her mouth spills open, shaping soundless whimpers when their hips slot finally together. 

The first stretch always leaves her reeling, dizzied by the depth of their connection. Tears swim in her vision, laughter catching at the back of her throat, near delirious.

Sensing the tension in her body, Logan reaches up to steady her, soothing his fingers down the column of her spine. One broad hand settles at her hip, the other laced securely with her own as they begin to move together. She falls into a fitful rhythm, lifting, taking, every downswing dragging him against that dull, sweet ache inside of her, and she can only cling to him with frantic hands, dropping messy kisses to the scars across his knuckles. 

His eyes roam greedily over her body, deference of the devout in one soft, longing look. The fingers at her waist dig in just short of pain and drive her down around him, urging himself deeper with a suddenness that steals her breath. Strain begins to burn among the muscles in her thighs, but she persists, pleading his name as he takes rough hold of her hips and fucks up into her.

Parting her lips, she sucks two of his fingertips over her tongue, and Logan jerks beneath her, choking out the sliver of a curse.

“Fuck, fuck, Mercy - I’m close, baby.”

She curls her hand into his hair, tilting his head to bite a moan against his throat. “Please,” she begs him, and her voice breaks with another harsh swing of his hips. “Logan, please. Let me feel you.”

He tears a gasp in through his teeth, pinning her against him as he comes, tension bunching in the muscles of his hips. He fucks a few last frantic thrusts, and Mercy shudders at the feeling of him spilling deep inside of her, the urgent pressure of his touch, the sound of his breath wrecked and labored in the wake of coming.

Panting, she prods exhausted kisses at his jaw, humming when he turns to catch her mouth against his own. His hands have gentled on her skin, already tending to the indentations that his fingers left along her hips. She’s soft, and she marks easily, dark bruises blooming down her thighs, but she has never minded them.

She doesn’t mind the blush he summons when he settles eagerly between her legs, or the smile that she mirrors back when he grins down at her; the blossoms that his teeth will surely leave across her skin; the slick of him still warm between her thighs. 

Logan parts her legs and touches her with purpose, every loving stroke of lips and fingertips heavy with promise. From the slow and teasing pace his mouth sets down her body, she can tell he means to keep her here all night. 

And by the time he’s finished with her, she is certain she will wear his love as well.

#ride or die #choices ride or die #playchoices #rod logan #logan x mc #ns*fw #ship: grand larceny #day 2 and i'm already late sorry y'all we're only human!!! #wish me luck jumping somehow back on track #every time i write grand larceny my brain simply consists of 'logan mercy.. soft' #so here's a little body worship of the softest caliber #itswhathedeserves.gif #dom writes

[dr-gloom]

26 and 34 for patton x logan? btw youre super fucking good at writing holy hell

oh my thanks

i get nervous about writing smut cause like

im (aro)ace

anyways

26. “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”34. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t ya?”

Send Me An NSFW Prompt

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Logicality

Tags/Warnings: netflix and chill, nsfw, degradation kink? i think that’s what it’s called, rough sex, aftercare

Patton burst into Logan’s room, bouncing on the balls of his feet and in his cat onesie - two things that could only spell trouble for the logical side. Logan set his pen down and turned in his chair to give Patton his attention.

“Logan Logan Logan Logan!” Patton babbled excitedly, “Wanna Netflix And Chill with me?”

Logan’s mind did a record scratch. What?

Out of the many, ever-changing colloquialisms that Roman and Virgil have been attempting to teach Logan, Netflix And Chill was one of the few he understood without a flashcard. The principle that one invited someone to their house under the guise of watching something on Netflix, but both parties knew the intention was sexual intercourse. Logan knew that.

But did Patton?

Patton tilts his head, confused by Logan’s silence. “LoLo?”

Logan looks up at his boyfriend. “Patton, are you aware what ‘Netflix And Chill’ means?”

Patton smiles, waving a hand dismissively. “Of course I do, silly! It means relaxing in bed and cuddling while you watch Netflix!”

Ah, so he doesn’t.

Logan nods, standing and adjusting his tie. “Very well, I will be there momentarily. Your room, I presume?”

Patton laughs at the (most likely) involuntary rhyme and nods. “Yep! And don’t forget to wear your onesie!” Then he sinks out. 

Logan sighs, undressing and setting his clothes on his bed before digging his unicorn onesie out of his dresser and putting it on. Flipping the hood up with a small smile, he sinks out of his room, rising up in Patton’s. He gives himself a moment to get used to the uncomfortable feeling he always gets in Patton’s room before moving to Patton’s bed, where the aforementioned side is already lounging on a pile of pillows, scrolling through Netflix. 

Logan settles next to Patton, who wraps an arm around him and pulls Logan close until the logical side’s back is pressed into his chest. Logan sighs fondly and relaxes into the pillows, watching Patton scroll aimlessly until he finds a movie he thinks the two of them will like, pressing play and settling in behind Logan.

Five minutes into the movie, Logan had to take off his onesie because Patton’s room seemed to be a little too warm for the heat-trapping garment. Patton said he felt fine, so Logan settled back against him in a plain black tee and plaid boxers. Another five minutes pass and Patton’s hands start wandering along Logan’s chest, his hips, his thighs. Logan shrugs it off; Patton is often quite restless (and is a naturally touchy person), so it doesn’t surprise him when Patton lets his hands wander. 

When one of those hands began rubbing at the inside of Logan’s thigh and the other rested on his lower belly, effectively pushing his ass against Patton’s pelvis, Logan began to wonder if it was intentional. Regardless, he doesn’t mention it. Not even when Patton’s light touches and gentle massaging start to turn him on. 

Logan takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the movie, his cock throbbing between his legs. He didn’t want to ruin this time with Patton, didn’t want to bother him when Patton just wanted to cuddle and watch movies. Patton’s hand on his thigh shifts, brushing over his crotch, and Logan sucks in a breath through his teeth. 

Patton hooks his chin over Logan’s shoulder and peers down at him with a smile. He cups Logan through his boxers and Logan bites his lip to stifle a groan. “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” Logan opens his mouth to retort when he feels Patton’s own hard cock against his ass and his breath stutters. Patton grins and grinds against Logan’s ass while he rubs him through his boxers. Logan’s toes curl and he bites his lip, squirming. 

“Patton…”

“What is it, baby?”

Patton’s innocent tone makes Logan want to groan in frustration. He rocks his hips into Patton’s hand. “Must you tease?” Patton laughs lightly and hooks a finger into Logan’s boxers, pulling them down just enough to expose his ass, then pressing his cock between his cheeks and grinding roughly, groaning right in Logan’s ear. 

Fuck, when did Patton unzip his onesie?

But Logan has more pressing matters now, because Patton is pressing his hand into Logan’s abdomen, making him bend in just the right way that Patton is grinding right against him, the tip of his cock teasing at his entrance with every thrust of his hips. Logan knows he’s probably making some rather undignified sounds, rocking his hips between Patton’s hand and his cock, his face heated and lips parted. 

Patton kisses up Logan’s neck, nibbling at his jaw. Logan whines low in his throat, canting his hips. “Patton.” He breathes, almost a plea. Patton hums in question right next to his ear, not ceasing his movements or speeding up, going only fast enough to drive him crazy. “Please,” Logan begs, throwing his pride out the window. And because he knows Patton will ask for clarification just to rub it in, “Please fuck me.” 

He almost cries out in relief when Patton pulls back only to replace his cock with his lubed fingers, dragging them over his entrance before pressing the first one in. Patton takes his time stretching Logan, enjoying hearing the whimpers and moans and broken pleas falling from his mouth. When he finally deems Logan stretched enough, he adjusts him so that he’s face-down on the bed, ass in the air. Logan moves to prop himself up on his elbows, but Patton takes his wrists and pins them behind his back, settling behind him. 

Patton takes in the sight of Logan with his head pressed into the pillows, turned to the side so he can breathe, ass sticking up in the air practically begging to be fucked. He lubes up his cock, stroking it a few times and letting out a little moan before pressing into Logan slowly, not stopping until he’s pressed in to the hilt. Logan pants softly below him, taking the pause to get used to the feeling of Patton inside of him. Patton kisses between his shoulder blades before he starts to move. 

He starts out slow, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in, slowly building a rhythm. When Logan shows no signs of discomfort, only moaning softly in pleasure, Patton starts to speed up until he’s thrusting roughly into Logan, keeping his grip on his arms as he aggressively fucks him. Logan’s moans get progressively louder, trying his best to meet Patton’s thrusts with his limited mobility, crying out on nearly every thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, god, shit, Patton!”

Patton tuts softly, nipping at the skin between his shoulder blades. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t ya? Do you want the others to hear you saying those dirty words while I’m fucking you? They might want to come in here!” 

Logan groans, tightening around Patton’s cock, making him moan in return. “Oh, you dirty little boy. You want them to hear us, don’t you? Want them to come in here and find you with my cock buried in your ass, screaming for me like the slut you are.” Logan lets out a shaky cry, going tense, getting closer and closer to the edge. 

Patton leans over, the new angle driving him deeper into Logan. Logan turns his face into the pillow to muffle his scream as Patton whispers in his ear, “You going to come, slut? Going to lose it while I fuck you with my cock, without even having to touch your dick? Am I fucking you that good?” Logan chants Patton’s name, his cries being muffled by the pillow. “Come on, baby, come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.” Patton slams his hips into Logan and Logan cries out, coming on the sheets under him. Patton follows a few thrusts later, grinding against Logan as he rides out his orgasm. 

Patton takes a moment to catch his breath before he slowly pulls out of Logan, helping him to lay on his side gently. He summons a damp washcloth, cleaning off Logan and himself before zipping up his onesie and massaging Logan’s arms and legs to help him relax. Logan closes his eyes and hums softly, pulling Patton close once he’s done. Patton waves a hand at the sheets, making them clean before cuddling up to Logan.

This was always his favorite part; Logan got so cuddly after sex. 

“Patton.” Logan’s muffled voice speaks up from his chest. 

“Hm?”

“You knew what Netflix And Chill meant, didn’t you?”

Patton giggles. “Mayyybe.”

Logan’s exasperated sigh only makes him laugh harder.

A/N: whoops okay there you have it. Patton’s a top. I actually really like that idea? or maybe I just like the idea of bossy Logan being a bottom lol

also I’m totally buying into that whole “the sides can manipulate any aspect of the mindscape because i dont wanna take the time to write out the after-sex cleaning” thing

#not safe for sanders #logicality #ask fic #patton sanders #logan sanders

[faceoffdoodles]

FaceOFF AllStars: EP2 LIVEBLOGGING - MEAN NEVILLE EDITION

I haven’t been able to watch ANYTHING and I’m so impatient to see who goes home

Although, Ben and Evan don’t look too good and I accidentally came across just PICTURES of them on Twitter, so I can make some conclusions that maayyyybee they were the ones eliminated? 

Who knows, let’s watch!

Also PLEASE HAVE THE INTRO THIS TIME, 

I did notice the lack of intro before but forgot to overreact to it

Adam is in the thumbnail... interesting

“McKenzie scares me” - Cig, me too, Cig

I really was wondering if someone feared McKenzie sometimes, she can be a little creepy and I like that a lot about her, she’s not just plain voice but she really sets the tone for the episode sometimes

YYYYES. THE INTRO

Both teams on bottom last time seem to be struggling

I wonder how logan feels seeing his own makeup on the intro

CAT, OH MY GOD

Her idea that Niko was planying to to marry them was so cute

I actually laughed, fuckiiing love them

Also I like the callback to McKenzie being a minister

“For this challenge you’re going look really....deep....inside” MCKENZIE!! Language!!

does anyone wonder if thats the line she uses in bed? no? sorry

So good and evil challenge, GREAT! Love these

Niko’s hair update: It seems the same height, but a little spread

Cool idea for a challenge, good and evil in one person, let’s go!!

This episode could also double for “every contestant’s backstory” episode

Evan delivers confessionals so stoic and plain it actually sucks some life out of me

I mean they are both in danger of going home today and he’s like “This is the only opportunity of creating a really cool makeup we dont want to be on the bottom this week. I don’t want to go home. No. Not at all”

I think I’ve seen Melissa’s design before, in a horror challenge from season 6 I think

The one with a Teletubbie ring on the head

Okay, picture the above creature but with some gold color on top, that’s the design they’re gong for and I think it’s a good idea

Stella wants to like, destroy the creature anatomically

YOU’RE GOING TO DESTROY YOURSELF IF YOU TRY TO SCREW WITH ANATOMY

GLENN WILL BE LIKE POW! RIGHT IN THE KISSER

Adam’s getting some highlights this episode when I felt he didn’t get a lot last episode, cool!

Was he always this serious tho?

Happy Birthday Tyler Green!!

I love Team Funny’s ideas, Love it! Hope it looks good ebcause I’ll be drawing that

Okay I thought fo sure Team Benevan was going home but Team Sassy don’t look too good today

THey came up with a decent idea

Oooh Team Talent have a really interesting concept

“THAT’S DOOOPE” - Says Emily as she hits a blunt and dabs

YEA THAT REALLY HAPPENED

Okay no it didn’t

Oh I ahven’t seen Ben this worried

Learn from Nora Ben, she could totally redo herself if she was doubting

LET NORA GIVE YOU POWERSSS

I wake up like this in the morning

I wish people were a little more creative this episode instead of being “One Half Evil, One Half Bad!”

To be fair if I were on time constraints that tight I wouldn’t think out of the box that quick

I love when Westmore walks in and the thing that Team Rage presents is just a mascara on a mannequin

Logan and Adam seem to be doing the dullest of ideas right now, it looks like a simple warrior

MICHAEL WESTMORE SCREWS TEAM SASSY OVER 

That was savage, they were doubting themselves already and he comes like “WHAT IS THIS?!!”

Mold Drama today??

Who knew sassy ladies were a bit stubborn??

TYLER’S PARTY!!!!!

I LOVE HOW THEY SET UP A CASUAL PARTY FOR HIM HAHAHA

“Tyler come here a little, come chill out with us! what a tiring day huh, it sure wooould be grrreeeeat if someone brought in some CUPCAKES!”

That was so sweet

THEY EVEN MADE HIM A CARD

You can kindaa see a bit of what everyone put in there, seem like standard happy birthdays and a You Rock!

“From Your Second Family <3″ makes my heart melt though 

It seemd a little bit acted out

NIKO “JOGGING” GONZALES

Team Love are wearing matching exercise outfits for all the RUNNING THEY’LL HAVE TO DO IN THE LAB TODAY

I lvoe Keaghlans shining blue outfit today

Keaghlan just made a huge amazing devil voice

Like the deepest “NOO!” you can imagine

“The devil just came out of me”

I’M GETTING TO KNOW YOU KEEGS, YOU’RE AWESOME

The episode keeps flashbacking to Team Benevans Long Daddy Legs alien and its hilarious

Team are making really cool hands and fingers everywhere

Mold Drama!!!! 

I think Stella opened it too early, damn

Team Sassy in danger!

“I have no fight left in me” Aw man, first time I’ve seem someone completely give up, it’s sad that it’s Stella

You know what I’ve always appreciated? I love how the show tells us the things the contestants use to make these makeups, I love learning how Niko makes wings

Holy moly Team Funny are doing some seriously creative stuff

Thanks for the church window lifehack, Cig!

STELLA GETS A BREAK, FINALLY

She’s moving a mile a minute

TEAM Benevean are really proud of what they’re doing

That’s really important to believe in your makeup

I’m digging this creature a lot so far

God knows the judges love fancy spiral work

Team Love are also doing really amazing paintjobs

AND THEY’RE LEARNING NOT TO BREAK A MAKEUP EXACTLY DOWN THE MIDDLE

Neville Page hates that stuff

THIS IS THE RUSH HOUR NOW, LAST LOOKS

I seriously love Gage, I thinks he thinks the most like me

Nope

I’m fully convinced Stella and Jasmine are going home today

All their edit today was downhill and they’re not happy at all

The editors even left us in the dark for it to be revealed in the stage instead of a little sneak peak

Time to take a look now

AND STELLA AND JASMINES ARE THE FIRST ONE TO SOME ON

It looks better than I thought but it looks so, bland and normal, specially compared to the ideas the other teams have, though sometimes that can be for the better. Their makeup has killer paintjob and details though!

The chest piece is preeeety awful though, like, really out of place awful, and it has no color

And it looks silly, yeah, it looks like they didn’t finish painting it.

OH. MY. GOD

NEVILLE JUST HAD THE MOST EVIL, MEAN AND DISAPPOINTED LOOK I’VE EVER SEEN ON HIM

LOOK. AT. THIS. GEM

I AM SO AFRAID OF THIS NEVILLE PAGE

HE EVEN DID A MENACING BREATH

Stella: “and maybe we will be safe! I don’t know!”

Neville: *mean face*

I can see all the rage forming on his head, I can hear his words through his teeth, I can see my self looking at those eyes, full of hatred, and pissing my pants like Jason from Season 9 whenever Glenn Hetrick said his name

The Master of Terrified reactions has come back, everybody!!! Long time I haven’t used you Jason, welcome back!!!

Okay Ben really knows how to pull gold celestial makeup so his angel looks GREAT

I think his devil could have used a little more

I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE.... AND YOUR DEVIL

Team Funny’s stone sculpting is GORGEOUS but if I didn’t know what it was about I would be pretty confused

HOLY SHIT!!! EMILY AND TYLERS CREATION IS BEAU- TI- FUL

Love it, love at first sight, love IT

It totally nails the challenge and it’s just, magnificent

It’s like something from Season 5

I like the way it goes from perfect arches to crooked putrid remains,  I love the different colored eyes and the gray pupil, it’s like something mythical. I love mythical ceratures on FaceOff. This is right up my alley!

I hope the judges love it because I do, so much

Logan and Adm’s creation is pretty awful and silly

It looks like it belongs on another challenge

The 80′s wig is pretty out of place there, too

It has some things on the face but it can’t really read that well from afar, I think it’s too skin-colored

The chest piece is cool tho

I’m not sure about the hand coming out of the neck

TEAM BLUE’S MAKEUP is also pretty great looking, great color sceme and design.

OH MY GOD, THE EYE CHEST PIECE TOTALLY WORKS

One of the most creative chest pieces for sure, man I really like this makeup as well

I’m not sure who sould be Top Spot at this point

I really like the ring on the head too, good job, Melissa and Keegs.

Team Rage made something that I presume will be safe, it’s pretty safe looking 

Team LOVE’s makeup has a GREAT color sceme but I think the wings are too high

Does it fly with her EARS???

Love the paintjob on it though, great, GREAT contrast

The wings are AMAZING too, so

Good on Cat for making the call for the feathers!

Glenn says Team Sassy’s chest piece looks like it was just pasted with glue, it’s true

And I hadn’t noticed but the horns do look too squishy lmao

TEAM FUNNY HAS A DEMON FACE ON THE SHOULDER I DIDN’T SEE EITHER, that’s pretty creative

Glenn has a point in that the makeups feels very Native American, i had that on the back of my mind but didn’t know exactly what i reminded me of

Thanks Glenn!

The judges LOVE the arch creature, LOVE IT

The judges also LOVE team LOVE’S makeup!! I’m glad!!

Niko and Cat really do make an amazing team together

Did they skip Team Blue’s makeup??? I don’t recall any critiques of it

Team Love and Team Talent on Top 

Team Logam and Team Sassy on bottom, those are my bets

I went back a bit and yep, they skipped Team Blue’s makeup, certainly safe

WOAH This is weird, there are 5 people in the BEst and Worst

It usually is in pairs

I think it’s because Ben and Evan were on danger last week but did alright this week so it was just to recall who is in danger

Their makeup is pretty alright

The judges do like it

Jasmine and Stella are definitely going home, how sad

God the love angel looks so beautiful from afar

I like this shot of Logan and Adam, hold on

Like “Yep. We fucked up”

Logan even does an eyebrow disa`ppointment look

Team Talent is so POWERFUL

THE BACK WINGS ARE AWMAZING I HADNT SEEM THEM

I love how sad they look, and I love that they’re gold

Man this was just very beautiful

Oh man I’m not ready for Glenn to bash Stella and Jasmine

It breaks me, it really breaks me

Stella looks very sad, like she’s about to cry

I can’t take this

However, I’m gonna love seeing Cat and Niko get praised

Go Team So-Sweet-You’re-giving-me-Diabetes!!

VE NEILL CANT CONTAIN HER GLEE AT HOW AWESOME SHE FINDS THIS ANGEL!!

And even she says this is the best beauty makeup she’s ever seen on the show, GOD yes!

I like seeing them get praised because  on other places they were so bashed, and I feel like sometimes it went too far. Like Cat had great talent but was put on a horror-themed season (and even then she failed on the most fantastical of challegnes, how ironic) but I liked her, Niko made it all the way to 4th but everyone said it was a fluke and that he got lucky everyone else just did worse than him all the time and that he was just a pretty face, but together they seem really great so far. 

It makes me feel nice, totally rooting for them

“I THINK ITS AWESOME *HEH*”

Love Ve Neill’s laugh

And God knows she loves big wings

HAHAHAHAHAHAH

NE VEILL PAGE POINTING OUT HOW NIKO’S HAIR IS RIDICULOUSLY DEFYING OF ALL KNOWN PHYSICS

“Big, Profoundly Strong in regards to his silhouette,  and defying the laws of physics, I’m referring to your hair.” - Ne Veill “No Hair Up There” Page

“How the hell do you do it, man!” - Neville “Bald Mage” Page

I think he always wanted to make this joke since Season 6

I mean even after all these years HE STILL HAS THE SAME HAIRSTYLE

Poor guy just wants to have hair, 

I also love this Nevilla Page reactions picture, by the way.

“BIG!”

Neville is impressed at the SIZE

the TECHNIQUE

the SILHOUETTE

the ANATOMY

the CORRECTNESS OF THE WINGS

I love Neville Page so much

They totally spot the highlight from Glenn

I think Niko and Cat are totally winning this

“His horns looked like SLUGS!” - Ve Neill, made me chuckle

Just the way she said it

Its painfully obvious Jasmine and Stella are going home, no need to hide it

I’m surprised they didn’t mention Team Talent on top

Cat n’ Niko have to win this

AND THEY DO!! I’M SO HAPPY!!!!

Cat finally wins something!!!!! YESSS!!!

“YAH WE WIN!!! IT AHSOM!!!” - NIKO’S HAPPY EXPRESSIONS ARE HILARIOUS, i love youuu

It’s sad this is Stella and Jasmine’s second chance, like

Really sad

Too soon

Goodbye, sassy girls

Stella shrugs it off but I know she is very sad

Jasmine has the same facial expression as ever

Tragic second chance

Also I wish Jasmine was focused on more

I feel like I didn’t see her at all

Well I was rooting for her so much since I thought the Gauntlet was a bit unfair ro Jazz but well, she didn’t really show up in here

See ya next time everybody!

And yes, Stella cried

CONCLUSION:

What. a. great. episode. The first half of building and sculpting went by pretty normal, standard, almost looking like a middle of the road episode but the second half had me stitches, it was so funny and the judges seem to be enjoying themselves more and more and I love that! Neville is letting his comedic side take over, Ve Neill isn’t afraid to express how happy she feels about a makeup and Glenn makes a great stoic to contrast the funnier judges, also the makeups the teams created were astounding! Agree with the top spot, I’m so glad that Team LOVE are finding their ground and the elimination was also very fair, I thought Stella and Jasmine had some serious talent to show everyone else but I think it was the team dyamic of that season what did them in, I think they’re better individually, (Stella more so), but you gotta get with the times.

#syfy #face off #all stars #season 11 #react #episode 2 #cat #niko gonzalez

[chelsfic]

Words, Spoken and Unspoken - Donald Pierce x Tracker!Reader - Logan/X-Men fanfic

This is part of a series which includes: Hunted, Loving Mourners Be , Magic Words. You can read any of them on their own, but this one falls loosely after Hunted.

A/N: As you can tell I really just wanted to write some more praise kink shit with Pierce.

Summary: Another glimpse at the relationship between Donald Pierce and his “pet” mutant.

Content Warnings: Angst, Smut, Intense! Praise kink, Blow job, Stockholm Syndrome, Abusive relationship dynamic

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Donald figures out early on what works with you. He’d tried the stick for days before realizing his mistake. All you need is the carrot.

“I’m not going to ask you again, mutie,” he growls, digging the muzzle of his gun into your temple as you cringe on the ground at his feet. “You know those doctors have all the DNA samples they need to recreate your little magic trick in a test tube. One word from me and we’ll put you down like a dog. Where. Is. The mutant?”

“I’m trying!” you cry. Your eyes burn with tears and you’re exhausted from straining your powers but it’s pointless. You’re too terrified to function. You couldn’t pinpoint a mutant if they were ten feet away from you. Normally your power comes to you as easy as breathing but...when you’re this stressed there’s only ever one thing that helps. And you’re unlikely to get it from this man whose native language is cruelty.

Donald sighs, tucking the gun back into its holster and crouching down beside you in the dirt. He ducks his head to catch your gaze with piercing blue eyes that seem to cut right into your soul. 

“Alright, baby…,” he drawls. “Last chance--”

He’s crouched so close you can feel the heat of his body. With no other options you close your eyes against his penetrating gaze and whisper the words under your breath.

“What’s that?” he asks with an edge of annoyance. 

You take a tremulous breath and lean forward, pressing your forehead into his strong shoulder as you speak, “Tell me I’m good…”

For a long moment he’s silent and then you feel the vibration of his laughter through his shoulder. It makes you want to melt into the ground in embarrassment.  

“So that’s it, huh?” he takes your face in his hands. His warm, rough palm cupping one cheek while the cold metal of the prosthetic cups the other. “You want me to tell you you’re a good little girl, is that it?”

You let out a shuddering gasp at his words and nod your head, keeping your eyes shut tight. Your fingers curl around his forearms, holding his hands in place. 

“Look at me,” he whispers, brushing the tears from your cheeks, “Go on, look at me.”

You open your eyes. His face is only inches from yours, your breath mingles together. If you leaned forward even an inch you could kiss him. Why did you just think that?

He offers you a smile, his gold tooth catching the sunlight as he speaks, “Thatta girl. Now you’re gonna calm down right now and help me find this mutant, alright? Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for Donnie?”

You nod and he leans forward, pressing his forehead into yours. It feels so intimate...so real. You can pretend you’re someplace safe with someone who cares for you. And just like that your mind unfogs and your senses come to life, telling you exactly where you need to go. 

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Later, after you’ve started sleeping together, Donald comes to learn just how much his praise affects you.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing great. You’re doing so good,” Donnie’s words come out hot and heavy on his breath. His pleasured groans vibrate down into you as he thrusts his cock deeper into your mouth; saliva dribbles out the sides of your lips. You roll your eyes up to catch his as the words fall from his tongue, “Mmm, that’s my good girl.”

He thrusts into you a few more times, cupping the back of your head with a firm hand before pulling out with an obscene pop. You fall back on your haunches, eyes blown wide with lust and drool pouring from your swollen lips. Donnie smirks looking down at you, loving the way his debauched little mutant falls apart for him. 

“C’mere, baby,” he holds out his hand and helps you to stand on shaky legs. He guides you over to his king size bed, pushing you down until you're laying flat on your back with your legs dangling over the sides. He pulls off your light weight pants and underwear, tossing them to the floor behind him before rounding back on you and pushing the t-shirt up past your bare breasts. He’s still fully clothed, standing between your knees with only his jutting erection exposed. 

“You like this don’t you, baby?” he taunts. “You like being naked and vulnerable for me. Are you gonna let me do whatever I want to you? Hmm? My little mutie?”

He grasps his thick cock in his hand, dragging it up and down the length of your wet pussy. You let out a mewling cry at the contact, bucking your hips enthusiastically. 

“Use your words, baby,” he says in a calm tone that contradicts the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

“You know I like it, Donnie,” you hiss, impatient to feel him inside you. 

Donnie chuckles at your tone, “I think you’re getting spoiled, darlin’... I’m gonna have to fuck some manners back into you.”

And then he’s thrusting himself inside you without a hint of warning. Donnie’s a big man, in every sense. Even as turned on as you are you can still feel the stretch of him as his cock bottoms out inside you. He anchors his hand on your hip, fingers firm but gentle, rocking into you at an unrelenting pace as he murmurs every dirty thought that flies through his head.

“That’s good, baby. You take it so good for me, don’t you? Fuck, you’re so tiny, ain’t you? I love watching you take me inside you. My good little mutie...”

He releases his grip on your hip and drives the heel of his palm over your clit, rubbing frantic circles into the tender bundle and reveling in the twitching puddle you dissolve into so quickly. Your whole body tenses and pulses as you climb toward your orgasm. Donnie slows his hand, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watches you pant with frustration.

“Don’t--don’t stop, baby!” you urge him, writhing on his cock. “Please, Donnie! I fuckin’ love you...don’t stop...I love you…”

“Good girl,” his gruff voice is strained as he slams his hips into you at a faster pace while he continues his attentions to your clit. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock, baby.”

You cry out his name as the orgasm hits you, stars flashing in your vision and muscles quivering with your release. Donnie pulls out of you just in time to spill his semen over your stomach. He rubs his cock in the mess, painting you with his seed as you come down from your high. 

Afterwards you’re as limp as a ragdoll, laying wantonly spread out on his bed. Donnie cleans you up with a warm towel and tucks you under the covers before joining you. He can be so soft in these moments. He lays down behind you, pulling you close and curving his body around yours, kissing your shoulder as you start to drift to sleep.

“Donnie?” you murmur sleepily.

“Yeah, baby?”

Do you love me?

…

“Do you...do you hate me?” Coward.

“What?” he sounds nonplussed.

You curl inward on yourself a little and Donnie’s body moves with you, keeping you snugly tucked against him.

“I mean...because I’m...a mutant,” you explain, hating how fragile your voice sounds. He could crush you right now if he wanted. With nothing but his words.

He squeezes his arms around you and sighs, grasping for answers in the sweet feel of your body against his.

“No, baby, I don’t hate you…”  

I...

You fall asleep in his embrace. And as you drift off you let yourself forget. You let yourself forget that he’s your captor, your jailer. You forget that he thinks mutants are less than human, a plague of genetic mistakes. You forget that he will be the one who escorts you back to your cell in just a few short hours. 

You forget everything but the feel of his body curved around yours. And the weight of unspoken words pressing on the air around you.

Tags:

@nothing-but-a-comedy​ @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook​ @theplumsoldier​ @meri47​

#donald pierce #donald pierce x reader #boyd holbrook #smut #chelsfic

[justandersons]

paragraph 002 - a world of silence

WHO: Alexander Smythe and Logan Anderson

NOTES: Logan has been kicked out of the house by his boyfriend in the pouring rain and takes refuge in a coffee shop, where he bumps into Alex and the guy he was hooking up with, Parker.

Logan Anderson

Working with Alex was proving to be a good thing for Logan. The other man challenged him and he really enjoyed the time they spent together working on their project. Logan was getting more confident communicating with him and felt more comfortable with him than he had with anyone in a long time. He knew it was because Alex wasn't particularly bothered by his inability to speak. Logan wanted to, he wanted to speak to Alex and he wanted to be normal, but he couldn't. God, he couldn't. So he stayed silent. 

Matthew hadn't liked him spending more and more time out. He'd beaten him badly for it, stating that he was supposed to be with him and he was his priority. Logan had tried to assure him it was just schoolwork he was doing and thankfully, the numerous notes he'd taken during his and Alex's study sessions seemed to satisfy him. For now, at least. 

Today, though, Matthew had flown into a fit of rage, as he usually did, and demanded that Logan leave for a few hours, claiming to be sick of the sight of him. Logan had done so immediately, not stopping to grab a jacket, and was dismayed when the rain started to fall, quite heavily too. But he couldn't go back - Matthew would hurt him if he did - so he wandered for a little bit, until he reached a coffee shop that didn't look too busy. Logan ducked inside, scrambling in his pockets for change so he could buy himself a drink, uncomfortably aware that people stared at him as his wet clothes dripped onto the floor.

Alexander Smythe

If the last few weeks had taught him anything, it was that you couldn't, and shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Doing so had ensured that Logan Anderson slipped under his radar, had him forming opinions about the other man without getting to know him, and had it not been for the project forcing them together, that would have continued. They had continued to spend time together, in increasing amounts, and all for the purpose of studying over the last few weeks and he'd found he was coming to enjoy Logan's company. He was insightful, and funny; and once you got past the robotic voice that spoke for him, he was surprisingly easy to talk to.

It was a typical Chicago Saturday afternoon; one which he'd planned to spend outside, until the sky opened up and he, his friends and Parker found themselves face being drenched, or take shelter. He pulled up outside a coffee shop relatively close to campus, and with his arm draped over Parker's shoulders, he led his crowd inside. He spotted Logan almost immediately and immediately frowned at his attire. He moved to join the queue, behind the other, and he reached out to touch his elbow lightly. He found he startled him whether he spoke or touched him and he'd decided to mimic the same touch every time in the hopes he might get used to it. 'Logan Anderson, what the fuck are you doing in weather like this without a coat, huh?' he asked.

Logan Anderson

Logan was still digging in his pockets for change, anything to buy himself a warn coffee, when someone touches his elbow. He startled at first, dropping the handful of coins he'd found and they rolled away. He turned and relaxed when he saw it was Alex. But he wasn't alone and he didn't know the people Alex was with, which made him nervous. Most people didn't seem to like Logan and the funny way he spoke. He'd been bullied all throughout high school and college wasn't fairing much better for him. His hands shook as he reached for his phone to type a reply.

"I got caught in the downpour as I was walking," it said and Logan chewed his bottom lip nervous, glancing between Alex and his friends. "So I came in here to get a drink and wait for the rain to stop. And warm up." Logan tried to give him a small smile but knew it wasn't convincing and he swallowed hard, bowing his head. He didn't add that Matthew had kicked him out and that he'd wandered around looking for a coffee shop that wouldn't be busy before he'd taken shelter from the rain. No, it was best to leave that part out.

Alexander Smythe

He heard Parker snigger as Logan typed furiously on his phone and Alex gave his shoulders a hard squeeze as though warning him to stop. 'You're a dope man. Don't leave the house without a jacket. Especially in September.' he pointed out, shaking his head. 'No boyfriend?' he asked, looking around. He was eager to meet the elusive Matthew that the other had mentioned on several occasions but who never seemed to be home when Alex dropped him off.

'Can't you talk like a normal person?' Parker chimed in, laughter in his voice. Alexander immediately flashed him a hard glare. 'Can you pretend you have a soul for like a fraction of a second babe? Don't be rude.' he warned him, his brow furrowed before softening as he turned back towards Logan. 'What are you having? It's on me.' he advised him, as he looked over his shoulder towards the waiting barista. 'I'll have a large Americano, little bit of soya milk. He'll have whatever your seasonal special is because he's that basic bitch and Lo?' he prompted, looking towards him. 'What are you after?'

Logan Anderson

Logan shook his head when Alex asked if Matthew was there, offering him a small smile. But then the person in Alex's arms spoke and Logan felt his cheeks turn a bright red. He bowed his head in shame and shook his head at the offer of a drink. He didn't feel much like staying, not if he was going to be laughed at. He'd just go outside instead and wander until Matthew message him to demand he came home. It was better than being mocked.

"I can pay," Logan said, even though he knew it wasn't true and what money he had was gone. "I was just going to get a medium drip with almond milk." He typed on his phone, still not looking at Alex and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. "But I think I'll walk home. I don't mind the rain." Another lie, though this one was more obvious from his shivering.

Alexander Smythe

"No, absolutely not.' he insisted, shaking his head. 'I made you drop your cash so the least I can do is provide your coffee.' He placed Logan's order and he could feel Parker press a little closer to him, practically draping himself over him as his lips found their way to his neck. He swatted at him and muttered for him to chill out but he didn't push him away completely. 'And I'm not letting you walk home in that weather.' he continued, his attention and gaze returning solely to his project partner. 'We came in a couple of cars so I can drop you home. I can't have my favourite study buddy getting sick.' he explained brightly. 

As they moved to the end of the counter to collect their drinks, he grabbed the medium drip before removing himself from Parker's hold so he could lift his own. He handed the drink to Logan and offered him a genuine smile. 'Do you want to come and sit with us?' At his question, Parker quite literally stomped his foot and huffed out a sigh. 'I really don't want to sit with the freak baby.' he whined, twisting his arm back through Alex's. 'His voice creeps me out and he stares too much.'

Logan Anderson

Logan thanked Alex using his phone and offered him a small smile. He was uncomfortably aware that the people Alex was with didn't seem too pleased by his presence. And then the person Alex was with practically draped himself over him and kissed his neck, causing Logan to blush a little. He swallowed hard, arms wrapped around himself as a shivered and tried to make himself look as small as possible. He didn't like being around strangers and this was like torture for him.

He took the drink with a small nod of thanks and took a sip, sighing at the warmth immediately. He was about to type a reply on his phone when the stranger huffed and complained to Alex, insulting him in the process. Logan felt tears stinging his eyes and he lowered his gaze once more, shaking his head in response to Alex's question, though he didn't reply on his phone, feeling too afraid to do so.

Alexander Smythe

He felt caught between a rock and a hard place. Parker was a pretty decent lay; eager to please and pretty to look at. His attitude normally left a little to be desired but this most recent interaction was revealing a childish and petty nature that Alex couldn't stomach. in fact, the more he considered the situation, the easier his decision seemed. He shrugged out of Parker's hold and flashed him a glare. 'So why don't you go and sit over there?' he suggested, pointing to a table in the corner. 'And my friend Logan and I can see if we can find a table upstairs. Frankly, I'm not in any mood to be around you right now.' he said, his tone leaving little room for argument. Parker, obviously surprised by his response, tried to splutter some sort of explanation but Alex wasn't having it. He held his hand up to silence him. 'You can call me tomorrow if you decide to can act your age and not your shoe size.' he said simply.

He turned his attention back to Logan, reaching out to touch his elbow again. 'What do you say Lo? Fancy finding a table upstairs with me?'

Logan Anderson

Logan looked up when he heard Alex's sharp tone. He was sticking up for him? Really? He wiped his eyes quickly, not wanting the others to see him cry and watched Parker's disbelief as Alex reached out to touch his elbow again. The touch was familiar and he didn't shy away from it this time, not now he knew who it was. That, and he couldn't quite believe Alex had stuck up from the guy he was obviously involved with.

He nodded dumbly at the words and followed Alex up the stairs, barely able to remember to keep putting one foot in front of the other. No one had ever stuck up for him before. Not even his siblings in school. They just pretended not to notice Logan's bullying, leaving him more alone and afraid to talk than ever. It wasn't until they were sat down that Logan typed on his phone for the other man.

"Thank you. You really didn't have to do that, you know. Most people react like he did around me. But I really do appreciate what you did."

Alexander Smythe

'Then most people are fucking idiots.' he countered immediately, faint traces of his anger at Parker evident in his tone. He sighed, and shook his head. He reached across the table to give Logan's hand a squeeze. 'I'm sorry.' he said gently. 'I'm sorry he was such a fucking dick. He's not - Well, I've never seen him act like that before. Otherwise, I wouldn't have him hanging all over me.' he assured him. 'I stopped dating sixteen year olds when I was sixteen and that includes grown men who act like sixteen year olds.' he said firmly, then quickly added. 'Not that he and I are dating or anything.' He felt it was important to make that distinction.

He shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, and held it across the table to Logan. 'You should take that wet shirt off in the bathroom. You can wear this instead. Zipped up, no-one will even know you don't have a shirt on underneath. We can throw your shirt over the radiator there and let it dry before I drop you home later.'

Logan Anderson

Logan couldn't help but flinch at his tone, ducking his head for a moment. He looked up when he felt the hand take his and gave him a small, nervous smile, shaking his head. Alex didn't need to apologise, or to explain himself. It wasn't his fault he'd reacted in that way. Logan figured he should be used to it by now, it wasn't like he was normal anyway. His cheeks turned pink when Alex said they weren't dating and shrugged a little.

A small frown appeared as Alex took his jacket off, biting his lip. He was freezing, and he knew he was shivering lightly so he nodded. It would be nice to be warm and dry, he figured. With a small nod of thanks, Logan got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom. He changed quickly, not letting himself focus on the bruises that littered his torso as he zipped the jacket up. It was far too big for him and the sleeves came past his hands, but he was warmer and dry. Logan made his way back to Alex, setting his soaked shirt on the radiator to dry and settled back down with his coffee. He didn't roll the sleeves up, not wanting to crease the clothing, so let them fall past his hands as he drank his coffee slowly, starting to relax once again.

Alexander Smythe

Logan wasn’t a love interest, despite being an attractive man. He was obviously settled with his boyfriend and Alexander always respected a relationship. It didn’t stop him sucking in a breath and flashing him an approving grin when he saw him emerge from the bathroom wearing his jacket. There was something insanely hot about another guy wearing his clothes.

He chuckled when he sat opposite him and he realised just how long the sleeves were on him. ‘You’re adorable Lo.’ He teased, a fond smile forming from his chuckle. He waited until he’d put his coffee down before reaching across the table. He paused before he touched him with a ‘May I?’ but it was more of a warning rather than a request for permission. With careful precision he folded a sleeve back on itself until he could use his hands easily. He moved to repeat the pattern with the other sleeve but paused when he revealed Logan’s wrist; there was a large purple bruise. It looked recent and painful, ‘How on earth -‘ he shook his head. He turned his wrist over in his hands and gently traced over it with a fingertip. ‘You need to be careful Lo.’ He concluded after his brief examination. He sat back and looked over him before clumsily signing ‘Perfect’. ‘You can’t talk to me if you don’t have your hands’ he reminded him.

Logan Anderson

Logan's cheeks burned when he was called adorable and he swallowed hard. He gave a shy smile and shrugged, not quite believing his words. He frowned as the other reached for the sleeves of the jacket and began to fold them up so he could use his hands.

But then he felt the pressure on the bruise and gasped sharply, pulling his arm back. Tears burned his eyes and for a moment, he was terrified Alex would figure everything out. But his words about being careful told him that he thought it was an accident and relaxed a little.

Logan blinked in surprise when Alex signed perfect, albeit a little haphazardly. But it brought a smile to his face and he reached for his phone to type away. "When did you learn to sign?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little. "I'm used to people just speaking at me."

Alexander Smythe

‘I figured you were making a big effort to talk to me as much as possible while we were working together that the least I could do was try to pick up a couple of things for you.’ He shrugged sheepishly. ‘I can say a couple of positive reinforcers, thank you and hello. That’s about all I could get from google before I was pulled away.’

He took a long drink of his coffee, a satisfied smile forming as the liquid almost burned his throat. ‘I just wanted you to know that I appreciate how much of an effort you’re making with me. I know I must make you nervous because I’m loud and touchy and over the top. I know talking to people is hard for you but you tried for me. I count you among my friends now and that’s the least I could do for one of my friends.’ He nodded. ‘The people who talk at you are missing out. Cause you’re a cool guy and you’ve got a lot of interesting things to say.’

Logan Anderson

Logan was surprised at Alex's words. He was doing this because Logan made the effort to talk to him? Everyone he'd met before just didn't do that. Matthew hadn't even bothered to learn sign language for him. He said it was too much effort.

Alex complimenting him had his cheeks flaming and he covered his face with his hands, embarrassed. He looked up after a moment, reaching for his phone so he could reply, though his hands shook a little as he did so.

"Thank you, Alex. I really appreciate that. You don't make me as nervous as you did before. I know you're loud but I like listening to you talk. Being touchy isn't an issue, I just get startled at sudden touches. But I count you as a friend too. So thank you."

Alexander Smythe

‘You also look exceptionally cute when you blush.’ He teased brightly. He looked across the table at him, almost studying him; he still seemed nervous judging by the way his hands trembled but what could he do but take him at his word? His eyes landed briefly on the bruise that looked so dark against his skin but they quickly returned to his face. ‘I’m glad that despite how uncomfortable I must make you sometimes, you still count me among your friends.’ He smiled. He held his mug up over the table as though to share a ‘cheers!’

Parker made his presence known then, petulantly standing at the top of the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest. ‘We’re all leaving now Alex. Some people want to go to the movies but I was thinking you and I could go back to your room -‘ he trailed off, punctuating his sentence with a wink. He made a point of looking the other man over. Regardless of his attitude, he was physically attractive and the sex was always incredible but then he glanced back to Logan. He waved Parker off. ‘No, I think I’m gonna stay here with Logan. I’ll need to drive him home later so I’ll call you when I’m free. If you manage an apology to my friend here.’ He remarked pointedly. The apology Parker offered didn’t seem real at all but he made it nonetheless before he stormed back downstairs, his mood evident.

‘I really am sorry about him y’know. He shouldn’t have talked to you like that.’ He apologised, fingers itching to reach over the table and take his hand. ‘I’ll talk to him properly later. Make him see sense and shit.’ He assured him.

Logan Anderson

Logan's face turned a brilliant shade of red once again at the compliment and he found he couldn't quite look up at Alex. Logan also raised his mug when the other did and took a long drink from it happily. But then he heard Alex's friend and looked up, before shrinking back into his chair. He was suddenly very aware that he was wearing Alex's jacket and tried to make himself look as small as possible.

The only word to describe Alex's friend was vulgar. He didn't want to think about the two of them in bed and he had an appalling attitude. There was a half-hearted apology before the man was going back downstairs, clearly in a foul mood. Logan rubbed at his eyes to try and will the tears away before looking up at Alex.

"Don't apologise," he typed onto his phone with a sad sigh. "I'm used to it. He's just one of many and it's something I deal with all the time. Don't worry yourself too much about it, Alex. It's okay."

Alexander Smythe

‘It doesn’t matter if you’re used to it.’ He insisted firmly. ‘And he’s not just one of many. He’s my - whatever and you’re my friend. He shouldn’t have ever spoken to you like that Logan and I’ll talk to him when I go home.’ He stood up and moved around to sit on the same side of the table as Logan. ‘Can I give you a hug?’ He asked.

Normally, he’d just have wrapped any other friend up in his arms but Logan was different. Especially because he’d just talked to him about how touching suddenly startled him.

He felt terrible for not having noticed Logan before. He felt terrible for having been oblivious to his friend’s suffering up until now. ‘I won’t stand for people talking to you like that. Not when I’m around y’know. You deserve someone to stand up for you.’

Logan Anderson

Logan lowered his head in embarrassment when Alex spoke, shifting a little. He was one of many, no matter what he said, and his attitude was something Logan had had for his entire life. He was used to this and used to people not wanting anything to do with him because of his lack of speech.

A hug. Alex wanted to give him a hug. He almost nodded before he remembered something Matthew had snarled at him. He wasn't to touch any other person unless it was a handshake or something similar. A hug was out of the question and if he ever found out... but Alex had been so sweet to him.

Despite the fear, Logan nodded and slowly wrapped his arms around Alex to hug him. He was surprised at how nice it felt and he sighed happily, holding him close for a moment before pulling away so he could respond.

"No one has ever stood up for me before," Logan typed with one hand. "I don't want you to if it's just going to cause you trouble or problems. Knowing I have a friend is enough."

Alexander Smythe

When Logan moved to wrap his arms around him, he immediately returned the gesture. His long arms draped easily around Logan's smaller form and he held him tight and close for as long as he was allowed.  He had time to think that Logan smelled incredibly good before the other was pulling away to type on his phone.

'Well, I wasn't your friend before.' he nodded resolutely. 'Being your friend doesn't cause me any problems. Parker is - Well, he's Parker. He's acting out because he's probably jealous of you. I won't let him call me his boyfriend so he's particularly on edge whenever there's a new, attractive person in my life.' he explained, trying to dismiss his concerns. 'Don't worry about him. I'll talk to him tonight and he won't say another word to you.'

Logan Anderson

Logan's blush wasn't going anywhere with Alex's compliments. His cheeks stayed pink and he shifted a little, looking a little uncomfortable. He typed on his phone again, avoiding looking directly at Alex.

"Why won't you let him call you his boyfriend? Sorry if that's really invasive, I'm just curious. If you like him, why not give it a go? He has no reason to be jealous of me though. He's much more attractive than I am and clearly more confident. If anything, I should be jealous of him."

Alexander Smythe

'It's not invasive but I think my answer is just going to have you blushing more.' he remarked, with a shrug. He made himself comfortable on the seat next to Logan, reclining back slightly and keeping his eyes on him. 'He's not really the boyfriend type. Neither am I but even if I were, he wouldn't be it. We're together because the sex is pretty good. We like the same things in bed and so the one night stand turned into a regular hookup.' he answered honestly. 'Don't put yourself down like that Lo. You're a great person. You're sweet. You're funny.' he listed off, 'And I haven't even mentioned just how hot you are?' he teased fondly.

Logan Anderson

Logan figured as much, but he couldn't help but ask. Some people just didn't enjoy relationships and that was okay. True, he was still blushing a little. But sex wasn't something that embarrassed him, not really. Alex calling him hot though? That had his cheeks flaming and he hid his face with his hands.

Eventually he peeked up at Alex again, if only so he could type on his phone, the embarrassment obvious on his face. "I'm glad you think I'm a good person," he said, running a hand through his curls. "I appreciate you saying that and being so kind to me. But I'm not confident like most people. It's often a turn off for people."

Alexander Smythe

'You need to stop thanking me for being kind. I hate that you feel like you have to value it so much. It says people haven't been kind to you and that - Well fuck Lo, that just breaks my heart. You deserve kindness.' He took the last mouthful of his coffee and reclined back a little more in his seat. He reached out and slowly moved to brush his fingers against Logan's reddened cheek. 'I seem to make you do this quite a lot.' he mused quietly. 'Forgive me if I think it suits you.' He pulled his hand away quickly and shook his head. 'Do you need to be back home for anything in particular or do you fancy doing something else after this?' he asked.

Logan Anderson

Logan almost laughed. People hadn't been kind to him. He didn't have friends, his boyfriend beat him constantly and his family were too invested in their own lives to care. Logan was a second thought, an afterthought and it was something he was used to. So when someone was kind to him, he felt like he had to thank him.

The fingers against his cheek had him shivering a little and he closed his eyes for a moment. Logan wasn't used to gentle touches and he had to admit, they were something he graced. Logan wasn't sure what to say when he asked if there was something he wanted to do after this and shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean... Matthew asked me to get out of the house for a bit. He has some things he's working through so it's best if I stay away while he doesn't. I probably won't go home for another couple of hours."

Alexander Smythe

'Well, since your boy is busy and mine is being unbearable to be around, why don't you come back to mine?' he suggested casually. The invitation had been made the first day he met Logan but as of yet, he hadn't taken him up on it. 'I live alone as you know, so no unfamiliar people.' he explained firstly, smiling brightly. 'And we don't even have to dwell on work of any kind. We can put our feet up and watch a movie.' He shrugged his shoulders and secretly hoped Logan would take him up on his offer He was keen to spend more time with him.

'I live close to campus, which I know if out of the way for you but I'll drive you back when the movie's done and Matthew's finished with whatever he's working on.' he promised.

Logan Anderson

Go back to Alex's? Matthew would definitely kill him if he found out. But it was certainly better than wandering around in the rain or hanging out alone in the coffee shop. So Logan was nodding before he'd even realised it, a dull blush working its way onto his cheeks. Hanging out and just being normal definitely sounded appealing to Logan. He'd like to just relax and watch a movie with his friend.

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good," he typed onto his phone, blushing just a little. "Do you want me to give you your jacket back and change into my shirt, or wait until we're at yours? I don't mind either way, Alex. I'd like to hang out with you."

Alexander Smythe

He smiled brightly. 'Great! That's great.' At first, he thought he'd be friendly towards the other man because honestly, he felt sorry for him and figured he deserved something of a friendly face. But the more time they'd spent together, he'd come to actively want to spend time with him.

'No, no. Keep my jacket on. It's still raining outside and I can't have you catching your death of cold.' he insisted, standing up from his seat and holding his hand out to Logan. 'You can borrow something else of mine when we get to my place and I can throw all your wet clothes in the dryer.' he offered, giving him an enthusiastic grin. 'C'mon. My car is just outside.'

Logan Anderson

Logan nodded, tugging at the jacket a little and reaching for his shirt on the radiator, tucking it under his arm so it would at least be a little protected from the rain. He could hardly believe they were dong this but Logan reached for Alex's hand, giving him a small smile and nodding again at the offer of borrowing some clothing from Alex. Sure, it'd be much too big for him, like the jacket, but at least he'd be warm and dry.

Logan followed the other out of the coffee shop, pulling the hood of the jacket over his head to protect himself - and mainly his glasses - from the rain. It was easy, to climb into Alex's car, in the dry, just as he had the first time they'd met up properly. Only this time, instead of Alex dropping him home, they were going back to his. "It must be quite nice to live on your own," Logan typed into his phone as he buckled his seatbelt and sat back in the seat. "I like being alone so it'd probably be perfect for me."

Alexander Smythe

'I like having my freedom for the most part. I like my space and having the luxury to invite people in and kick them out as I please.' he replied. 'I think it keeps me sane. I'm normally surrounded by people so it's nice to have a little escape y'know?'

His apartment wasn't far from the coffee shop. In fact, had it not been for the rain, he wouldn't have driven there at all. He pulled up outside the building, and entered the code at the front door. 'It's four-four-six-two.' He told Logan as he held the door for him. 'Just in case you ever need to get in.' He wasn't sure what exactly made him tell him but it seemed like the right thing to do. His apartment was on the ninth floor and he led him to the elevator; then on to his door. 'Mi Casa es su casa. Or whatever it is they say. Make yourself comfortable. I'll go find some clothes for you, let you get changed and then we can pick a movie.' he nodded, 'or hey, DVDs are under the TV and it's already logged into Netflix and Amazon so have a scroll while I find something for you to wear if you want.'

Logan Anderson

Logan was silent as they drove - it didn't take long and he was surprised when Alex pulled up quickly and they ducked into the building. He blinked in surprise when he was told the code to the door but nodded and made a mental note of it. Maybe he'd never need to use the code, but just in case, right? That was why Alex had told him. Logan followed him without a word and looked around when they entered the apartment on the ninth floor, allowing himself to look impressed. It was nice, spacious, certainly nicer than his and Matthew's cramped, run-down apartment, but it was still cosy and Logan liked it.

Alex mentioned finding clothes for him and Logan nodded, making his way to the DVD collection and skimming through them. He settled on Harry Potter, obviously, and stood waiting for the other to return with dry clothes. "I really like your apartment," he typed on the phone for Alex, blushing a little as he did so. "It's nice. And it looks really home-y. I like it."

Alexander Smythe

He returned with a pair of sweatpants that he knew would probably be too big, and a long sleeved t-shirt that was probably on the smaller side for him. 'Here you go.' he smiled, depositing them into Logan's arms. 'There's a bathroom just over there, or you can change in my room which is up there.' he explained, pointing him to both rooms. 'I'm glad you like the place.' he grinned brightly. 'I have to confess, I didn't do all the decorating myself. My sister helped. She's a dab hand at this sort of stuff.' he laughed.

He took the DVD and shook his head fondly. 'I should have known you'd be a Potterhead.' he winked. 'Go get yourself comfortable and I'll set this up.'

Logan Anderson

Logan took the clothes from Alex, nodding his thanks to him. He looked to where he pointed and nodded again, smiling genuinely at the other. Alex had a sister? That was something that hadn't been mentioned before and he couldn't help but smile, watching as he took the DVD and commented, unable to stifle a small giggle. He made his way into the bathroom - it seemed the most appropriate place to get changed rather than Alex's bedroom - and locked the door before undressing. He took in his bruised appearance in the mirror over the sink and wrinkled his nose, poking at one of the bruises on his chest. But then he'd readjusted his glasses and dressed in the clothes Alex had given him. They were far too big and hung off his body, but they were warm.

Logan made his way back through the apartment and to Alex, giving him a small smile and reaching for his phone so he could speak. "I didn't know you hd a sister," was the first thing he said, biting his lip. "I guess there's still lots we don't know about each other. But she has a good eye for interior design, I love it in here," Logan admitted with a smile, settling on the sofa and bringing his knees to his chest, curling up comfortably. "You're clearly a Potterhead too, Alex. You're the one who has all the DVDs there."

Alexander Smythe

'I do. Haven't I mentioned her before? She'd clip me round the back of the head if I haven't.' he laughed, grabbing the remote and settling himself on the couch next to Logan; almost close enough to touch but not quite. 'I'm actually a triplet. I have a brother too; Sebastian. He's in New York, and my sister, Lucie is in Atlanta. She's the real brains of the family; she's at Emory studying pre-med.' he told him proudly. 'Hush up you.' he winked, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa. 'Really though, good choice. I do love these movies.' he nodded before pressing play. 'And hey, just let me know if you want a drink or something to eat.' he whispered as the music started.

Logan Anderson

Logan shook his head. Alex had never mentioned any of his siblings and he found himself listening to his every word eagerly. The fact he was a triplet had him smiling widely and he shifted a little closer to Alex, letting their shoulders brush against each other as he typed again.

"You're a triplet? How funny. I have a twin brother, Blaine. He's like the musical genius. And an older brother, Cooper. He's... an actor. He tries," Logan typed with a small grin. "He's in Los Angeles pursuing his career and Blaine is in New York. He wants to be on Broadway." He shrugged his shoulders. Logan was proud of his siblings but since they'd gone to separate colleges, it was difficult for them to get together often, especially as Matthew rarely liked Logan going home for the holidays. It'd been months since he'd seen his family, but now was not the time to dwell.

Logan nodded at the offer of food and drink but didn't take it. Instead, he got comfortable next to Alex, eventually feeling relaxed enough to sit beside him properly, watching the screen closely. He'd always loved these movies, these books, but he was exhausted and it didn't take long for him to slip into a light doze, head resting on Alex's shoulder.

Alexander Smythe

He couldn't help but smile, noticing every time Logan slipped closer to him but he kept his gaze firmly on the screen. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable by pointing out the fact. He felt his head fall against his shoulder, and without thinking he pressed a kiss against his forehead, confident that he was in a deep enough sleep. 'Sweet dreams Lo.' he whispered quietly.

He could feel himself drifting over as the movie continued, and he didn't fight it in the slightest. His arm fell from the back of the couch, around Logan's shoulders and his eyes fell closes as he drifted into a nap of his own.

Logan Anderson

Logan wasn't sure how long he slept for. All he knew was that when he woke, he was stiff and his neck ached from being in such  cramped position. He blinked his eyes open, glasses slightly askew and pushed them back up his nose, looking around the unfamiliar room. It took him a few minutes to remember exactly where he was - still in Alex's apartment, the movie they had put on long forgotten, the menu back on the screen. He'd clearly slept through it and Logan sat up with a low groan, reaching for his phone so he could check the time. He let out a loud yelp when he saw the number of text messages and missed calls he had from his boyfriend.

Shit.

Logan got to his feet, clearly panicking and shook Alex awake gently, trying not to let his fear show on his face as he typed to him. "I have to go," was all he said at first, gathering his things. He'd forgotten he was in Alex's clothes, his own still in the bathroom drying out. "I should have been home hours ago. Matthew is going to be so worried. Thank you for letting me come over and thank you for keeping me company. I really have to go. I'm sorry. Shit, I'm sorry, Alex."

Alexander Smythe

He woke with a start, feeling someone shake his shoulder. Then the robotic voice he associated with Logan filled his ears and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. 'Shit man. I'm sorry. I totally didn't mean to fall asleep. Take a breath; it's alright.' he soothed, reaching out to hold his shoulders to keep him still. 'Why don't you go into the bathroom and get changed back into your clothes?' he suggested. 'I'll make sure all your stuff is together and then I'll drive you home. I'm sure your boy will understand.' He grinned, giving his shoulders a light squeeze.

Logan Anderson

Logan was panicking and he couldn't hide the fear from his face. He let out a little whine when Alex moved to hold him still by grabbing his shoulders and he looked up at him, breathing heavily. Oh, he was still wearing the other's clothes. He gave a shaky nod at his words, clearly nervous, and hurried into the bathroom. He changed in record time and was back by Alex's side in less than three minutes, shifting from foot to foot nervously.

"I have to get back soon," he typed on his phone trying to make it seem like he wasn't panicking, but knowing in his heart he was failing at this. "I promised I'd cook tonight and he's going through a lot at the moment. I don't want to let him down."

Alexander Smythe

Logan looked frightened. It was written on his face and he wasn't sure how to address it. 'It's okay Lo. I've worked out the fastest route to your place by now. You'll be home in no time.' He promised him, reaching for his hand. He gave it a squeeze and led him out of the apartment and back towards his car. 'Do you want me to call a take-out place? We can pick up dinner on the way there and I'll personally apologise to Matthew for keeping you.' he offered as he started the car.

Logan Anderson

Logan took his hand, hesitating for a moment. He didn't look up until Alex spoke again, shaking his head quickly at the suggestion. God, couldn't let Alex meet Matthew. There was no saying what his boyfriend would do if they met. He didn't trust him not to say anything. Matthew was careful when around others to make sure no one would notice how violent their relationship was. But he'd probably insult Alex or something.

"No, it's fine," Logan typed on his phone, climbing into Alex's car and shifting in his seat nervously. "I have everything ready for the meal I was going to cook, though I'm sure he's made something else now. I'll cook for him tomorrow and just apologise for being useless. You don't have to apologise to him, I'm the one who fell asleep. It's okay."

Alexander Smythe

'Hey, fuck that. You're not useless Logan.' He'd turned the keys in the ignition but he turned the car off again and turned in his seat to look at the other man. 'Are you sure you want to go home Lo?' he asked tentatively. He couldn't put all the pieces together in his head but Logan didn't look happy about going home. He looked frightened, unsure and to hear him offer to apologise for being useless was the last nail in the coffin. He couldn't not say something. He didn't know how to ask if something was wrong, if there was a problem with his relationship. He could be totally offbase and he didn't want to lose the friendship he had been building over the last few weeks. 'I just - If there's something wrong, I could help you. If you need help.'

Logan Anderson

Logan was taken aback when Alex turned the car off again and looked at him. He bowed his head at the question and nodded, unsure why he was asking. He was fine. But he knew Alex was suspicious of something and he kept his gaze low as he typed quickly at his phone. He couldn't let the other suspect anything. That wouldn't do well for any of them.

"I'm fine, Alex. I don't know why anything would be wrong, I'm just frustrated at myself for not doing something nice for my boyfriend when I said I would," his phone said out loud, though Logan kept his head low. "I want to go home so I can make up for my mistake. I promised him I'd do something nice and I messed it up, so I'm just frustrated at myself."

Alexander Smythe

He looked him over, studying his appearance. He wanted to push him more. That's what his gut was telling him to do. Something didn't seem quite right but how could he tell him he thought he was lying? He supposed it was possible he'd misread the whole situation and Logan was frustrated at himself rather than frightened. He breathed out slowly and his brow furrowed in a frown. 'If you say so Logan. But I just - I had to ask.' he said finally, turning his attention back to the front of the car. He started the ignition and drove out of the space. 'But you're not fucking useless okay? Don't take about yourself like that again.' he insisted firmly.

The drive to Logan's apartment passed in relative silence. He felt a little awkward on the journey back. He'd had to ask the question but it had made the atmosphere seem tense, heavy.

Logan Anderson

Logan almost rolled his eyes at Alex's words. He was useless, he knew that. His anxiety wouldn't let him speak, wouldn't let him do anything, He was a useless boyfriend, he couldn't even get a job so Matthew was the one providing for everything. He never made it through the interview stage and people gave up on him. But he didn't speak, looking out of the window as they drove. He watched as they drove past his apartment building, convinced he could see Matthew in the entrance. Well shit.

But Alex stopped outside what he thought was his house and Logan looked forwards once again, trying to act normal. He gave the other a genuine smile. "Thank you for today," he typed, looking at Alex properly. "I really appreciate it. What you said to your friend, and letting me borrow your clothes. Everything... Thank you."

Alexander Smythe

'Don't mention it Lo. Friends remember?' Alex reminded him, giving him a small smile. He leaned across him to open the door, as had become something of a running joke and he winked, hoping to return to the familiar easy banter they'd shared before. 'Make sure you come sit by me in class tomorrow yeah? I'll save you a seat.'

#「☾」just an artist in a big city ⟩ verse: a world of silence

[faceoffdoodles]

FACE OFF: ALLSTARS LIVEBLOGGING - GREEN SCREEN EDITION

NOTICE: I had many more pictures of this episode, especially at the end of my reactions, but for some reason Tumblr failed me and wouldn’t save the post NOR save it as a draft, so I had to refresh everything and, at the moment of pasting what I hadn’t saved, the pictures didn’t make it, so the bottom half of this post doesn’t have many pictures to show what I react to, so it may be a little confusing, just a heads up.

It’s that time of the year again where I react to the latest Face Off episodes! First I tried doing reviews but those took some time, and I often forgot important points I wanted to add so I found it more fun to react to what was happening and write it all down, and it feels alot more genuine to me and hopefully to you too! 

It’s the All Stars now so it should be GREAAAAT!

AWWW HERE WE GO 

 There was no one on the thumbail so no one is eliminated? Hopefully, I don’t want them leaving so soon..

Wait... they’re all in pairs already? Aren’t they supposed to like meet individually

Did they choose them?? How was that?

These makeups looks cool AG 

MCKENZIE IN A PARACHUTING SUITE, LOOOVELY

CIG AND GEORGE... TOGETHER???

IS THIS A WET DREAM I’M HAVING??

They will be the most entertaining duo of all time holy shit, I can’t believe this

AND THEY’RE BOTH SO TALENTED

HOW CAN ANYONE EVEN COMPETE

Ben & Evan and Cat & Niko are back, cool!

I like Niko & Cat’s team more, they are really cute

Ben and Evan are alright, I jsut wish it was Ben and Jordan and they would’ve been UNSTOPPABLE

LOGAN AND ADAM, I like that their names end similary

SO is this season all teams or what???

Gage & Rachel seem lik ethe most random matchup yet, what the hell

TEAM RAGE SOUNDS COOL AF THO

So maybe they’re perfect

Team “I shaved my head on both sides”

Really digging the Rachel haircut tho, loooove it

SOMEONE STOP MCKENZIE SHE’S SO EXCITED TO HAVE THIS EPIC HELICOPTER ENTRANCE

TOO FAST, MCKENZIE

McKenzie: “Welcome to Face Off: The Amazing Race edition!”

I dig any shade of blue Keaghlan dyes her hair on

I hadn’t even noticed BEN AND EVAN’S AMTCHING SHIRTS

Yeah yeah you always say that McKenzie, nothings gonna cha-

what

ALL TEAM? Both of them go home??

I’m..

I’,m not sure how I feel about this format, I

I JUST WOULD HAVE LIKED TO HAVE NORMAL ALL STARS ELIMINAITONS DAMMIT

Why CAN’T They

Ughh I’m frustrated at the uncalled change but, alright, I’ll deal with it

Are there even going to be individual immunity challenges?? I loved those!!

Niko’s haircut is taller than ever

Jasmine: “Butt”

Thank you, Jazz

McKenzie looks so cute on that suit, God

GREEN!! SCREEN!! TECHNOLOGY!!

That sounds so COOL

This changes everything holy shit

THIS OOPENS UP SO MUCH DOORS I HOPE THEY TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE

Man, Emily & Tyler are both young, very talented dudes, they’re going to kick ass if they don’t falter.

EMily is basically a child prodigy of makeup, it’s amazing how much she can do.

SOMEONE STOP THEM BEFORE THEY WIN

JK i’d love it if they both won

I like octopuses and I think those who got octopus will have the best chance of making it safe at least

I absolutely love Emily’s style

Evan & Ben’s intro was so cheesy, jesus christ

Their idea screams failure, I like the ambition but if I didn’t know Neville any better, he’s gonna hate it so much

Sassy Stella and Juicy Jasmine, both are really amazing with a distinctive style so I’m expecting a lot

Their creature idea looks pretty cool as well, looks a bit like a jellyfish creature, WHICH I’D LOVE

They totally paired Keaghlan and Melissa because of the blue hair

BLUE TEAM! BLUE TEAM!

I’m watching you Keaghlan, I’mma see the things I couldn’t see on S7

I still think the green screen is one of the best ideas of the show

Okay but, is the winner of All Stars individual or as a team? That’s my biggest question, I hope they separate by mid season

GEORGE FUNNYPANTS IS BACK!! YES! 

Fun Fact: I wrote “Jason Funnypants” before I wrote George, for some reason I keep thinking George’s name is Jason.

I love George’s funny side, Cig is surprisingly normal right now

“I’m happy if you’re happy!” That’s sweet and all with Cat n Niko but one of them’s gotta make decisions

HOLY SMOKES GEORGE’S BELLY is the roundest belly I’ve seen, I didn’t think he was that fat

The way Gage delivers confessionals is really funny to me

“We gotta..” *GASPS” “...pull this off.”

Oh snap the clay just SMACKED against the floor, bad news for Evan (and Ben)

MICHAEL WESTMORE!! I missed you, it’s been a lonely year!

Emily n’ Tyler look like they’re doing something really cool

I actually don’t recall if Cat had that arm tattoo. I think not. Also is Cig’s iconic captain hat gold yellow now??

“I just want to start fabricating..” “I just wanna give you kisses” GOD they’re so sweet

Cat’s face after that is hilarious btw

(George thought it also applied to him)

Jasmine’s tentacles don’t look toog ood tbh

The short shots are BACK! All I ever needed, George n Cig are the most perfect team.

JUST LOOK AT THIS

EVEN CIG IS HURRYING GEORGE’S ANTICS NOW, but I understand they’re on a hurry haha

Now that I think of it, their idea is pretty similar to Ben and Evan’s idea, just with smaller legs

It’s MOLDING TIME and you KNOW what that means

Adam confessional! I forgot he and Logan are a team here, it’s weird

yes, someone had COWL PROBLEMS, this time it’s Niko n’ Cat and it actually looks like it’ll be bad

It’s great hearing Niko’s accent again <3

THEY OPENED IT... with force

Polyfoam Run of Shame it is!

God knows Tyler is the best at “really creepy thin arms”

their creature looks cool af tho

RAGE’s team looks like it’s doing a shrimp Predator

the transparent claw idea ROCKS tho, love the creativity on this one

Emily’s tie dye shirt gives me life

“Possibly the first makeup on Face Off to completely disappear”! OOH I want to see this

I would Love to be a Face Off model

Logan looks like my uncle

I feel like I’ve seen Stella n Jasmine’s alien before

I really ought to start giving these teams some nicknames

Bluehair team’s alien looks really cool so far, Keaghlan is focusing on a GREAT paintjob so I know it’ll be great

ARE THE LOVE TEAM REMAKING CIG& GEORGE’S TUNA MAN FROM SEASON 7??

Hello darkness my old friend

There’s so much green on the screen *ba dum tss*

Something tells me the Love Team (Cat and Niko) are going to be on bottom

The Benevan (Ben  & Evan) team are also shooting for down there

Team RAGE (Rachel & Gage) look promising though,

Team Love’s glowing blue eyes are amazing

Team Funny (Cig & George)’s creature looks creepy but AMAZING

“I guess it’s finished” - Evan making me laugh, good start

THERE THEY ARE!! THE JUDGES!! 

Glenn, Ve Neill and Neville at work and thank god, their wits seem like they are untouched.

I’m waiting for the great Neville quote of the season <3

Okey, Team Talent (Emily & Tyler)’s creature looks fantastic, very smooth with rocky texture and shards coming out of the shoulders, I love it!! tHE TINY ARMS ARE AMAZING

TEAM BENEVAN’S DADDY LEGS MAKE ME LAUGH, it has nothing to do with the head

Also Ben can really pull off a Steve Jobs cosplay

One thing I don’t like is that contestants are aware that they are in a non elimination challenge, I dunno, I guess it can affect how they do the makeups

Blue Hair team did a floaty alien, like it has no legs but I dig it

I LOVE TEAM FUNNY’S SUITS

Nice hair on chest look, too

Their creature looks pretty good as well, it’s what Benevan’s creature should have been

They really pulled it off a LOT better

Ugh, Team Sassy (Stella & Jasmine) looks so plastic

“I’m hoping the judges will just overlook it”, oh NO they WON’T

TEAM RAGE SHRIMP’S IS AWESOMEEEE

I’m guessing that will be 1st place

Hmm, Team Ladam (Logan & Adam) looks sillt, it’s like a bird without skin, it’s like they skinned the bird hunter  makeup from Season 10

Ok, Team Love seemes rushed but I LOVE THE TENTACLE SKIRT, it looks fantastic and shiny, so, props to Cat for That.

Although I wish they hadn’t put the eyeballs and just let it have glowing blue eyes

I still  tand the green screen idea is one of the best things they’ve ever come up with, why hadn’t they thought of it before??

HERE COMES MY FAVORITE PART

JUDGE SASSINESS

“He looks like a mexican wrestler” - Ve Neill, OH MY GOD IT DOES I HADN’T SEEN IT THAT WAY

In a closer look, Team Funny’s makeup looks like a rat with a testicle hunchback

It’s just ewww but well done, so I can’t copmplain.

Remember kids, Neville loves his shapes 

I’m surprised Glenn loves Team Love’s paintjob, so they might be safe

Well, technically, everyone is safe here, I know no one’s going to be eliminated

But at least it doesn’t put em on bottom

STEBEN JOBS AND EVAN TO THE CENTER

They know they fucked up, I don’t like seeing their disappointed faces ;(

The legs are coming out of the shoulders?? I’m no Neville but I also don’t see the sense in that

VE “YOU’LL BE STITCHIN’ IF ITS NOT BITCHIN’” NEILL WITH THE SASS

IT WAS SO STRONG IT MADE EVAN SCOFF

Ben “Steve Jobs” Ploughman is in danger

As expected, everyone loves the transparent scorpion, I too, love it.

 Nice to see Gage n’ Rachel back in form after a long absence.

I love how the model still tries to sell the makeup, must be Megan.

Okay, on clearer view, Team SAssy’s creature is a mess, it looks like a paper ball with tentacles

.I don’t like how the red head sticks out either, nothing is cohesive in this

Also the model’s arms are passing through the tentacles, this is what Jasmine hoped the judges would overlook.

Team Blue is on top as well! 

Their creature is pretty but not quite “transparent scorpion” level

Glenn loves the head

VE “SO BITCHIN’” NEILL

Bitchin’ counter: 1

“Not even a side of garlic would make it better” HOLY SHIT NEVILLE

NEVILLE “NONSENSE ON STAGE MAKES ME RAGE” PAGE

NEVILLE “ALL THE FORMS SHOULD FOLLOW THE NORMS” PAGE

NEVILLE “IF THE FORM AINT PRETTY I’LL GIVE YOU NO PITY” PAGE

wAIT WHAT

KEAGHLAN AND MELISSA WON THIS ONE I’M QUITE SURPRISED

Maybe it was because it was better scultped

So yeah I understand it

No one eliminated, McKenzie warns them to step it up

SO NEXT WEEK IS 2 PEOPLE ELIMINATED

Ben and Evan are ready for a comeback

And they seem in real trouble next episode, so WE’LL SEE ON TUESDAY Conclusion: Great episode, great premiere, great, great challenge idea! I love this green screen challenge and I hope they make a comeback soon, even in this same season. Hopefully it’ll replace focus challenges, but I don’t think so. I still am unsure about the team format or how it’s going to work out in the finale, are we going to see 3 teams or 2? 6 people in a finale seems like a lot so I’m leaning towards too, but even then, will the winner be individually rewardd or do they alsp win the competition as a team? Because if it was going to be teams I’d prefer for them to bring 20 people back and ahve a higher number. Anyways, the creatures were cool, the judges are back with the sass that I missed so much and, I forgot to react to this but the friendliness is back too! When Niko was trying to open the mold, almost everyone was there to help him, there were like 6 people trying to help them, I’m glad to see it’s still so sweet and drama-free. I love art guys, thank you for it! See ya next week! On with the drawing! Also, sorry it’s late but I’ve been sick and busy with social life and school life and what not. It doesn’t help that the internet took down my favorite page for watching the show hours after it premiers so I have to wait days for it to get shown so I can screencap scenes from the show so >:(

#face off #syfy #liveblogging #season 11 #all stars #mckenzie #here we go! #makeups #sfx #greenscreen