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i-will-physically-fight-you · 2 years

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I know it's a flashback so asking if they'll be okay is a mute point but please tell me they will be okay

Roman still well remembered the last time they let a human inside their dwelling. It’d been when they briefly lived in the middle-of-nowhere countryside.

It was the type of nowhere that the nearest “town” was a gas station and a few other motley buildings. It was the type of nowhere where the nearest neighbor lived far enough that their house wasn’t visible to your own. It was the type of nowhere that seemed ideal for a few wolves to live undisturbed.

Roman had loved it. As soon as they were within the safety of their property—their territory—he slipped into his lupine form. He ran and he howled, and he hunted to his heart’s content. It was the first time in a long, long while he could simply be a wolf, and not be anything but a wolf. If only he'd known how short-lived it would be.

There were still rules to abide to—he couldn’t venture beyond the boundaries of their territory—but it was easy to fantasize, to pretend that for miles and miles it was just their little pack. He liked it best when Patton and Logan ran with him, their howls joining in unison with his own. In those days, he remained in his lupine form more so than his hominoid form.

As such, he’d forgotten how fragile this serenity was until there was a knock on their door one day. There shouldn’t have been a knock on their door. A knock on the door meant an intruder disregarded the clear boundaries of their territory. He’d wanted to growl and warn off the intruder.

He opened his mouth, but he had little time for even a vibration of a growl to rise from his throat before Patton threw a large quilt over him.

“Shh!” Patton hushed, just as a loud, nasally voice outside the house went, “Hellooo? Anyone home?”

“Stay quiet and don’t move.” Patton commanded, the words audible only to inhuman ears, before in a much louder voice, “Coming!”

Roman huffed, flexing his claws against the quilt out of spite. There wasn’t a clear hierarchy within the three of them—as the eldest, Patton often took the lead, but Logan would also call the shots in some areas, such as interactions with humans. And Roman? Sometimes he led on hunts but as the youngest he often had to defer to either of them.

If Logan was here, he’d handle the human intruder. But Logan wasn’t there. He’d gone into town in the morning to fetch supplies and hadn’t returned yet. Whether Roman liked it or not, Patton took charge of human interaction in his absence.

“Hello! How can I help you?” Patton said, the door opening not fully all the way. Roman knew this from the door giving out only a short creak rather than a long creaeaeaeaak.

“Why hello Hon! I’m Debbie, I heard from your neighbor Dan that someone finally bought old John’s property and thought I’d drop by and say hello. I brought scones to share with you—I made them from scratch. Won’t you try one?” The intruder said, her voice weathered and frayed with age.

“Aw, shucks! Thank you so much!” Patton said. There was a slight pause from Roman presumed to be Patton reaching out for a scone. “Do you happen to be a relative of John?”

“Oh, oh no!” Debbie laughed, “John never had no folks here. Ever since I was a child, he lived here on his lonesome. Bit of a strange one, if you know what I mean.”

“Strange?”

“Well, this is all talk mind you but—” Debbie broke into a whisper, “we think he was a bloodsucker. The fella never did seem to age naturally. Never came into town in broad daylight, always scuttled around twixt dusk and dawn. People don’t like that ‘round here, of course, but there was never any damn cement evidence. Didn’t stop ‘em, I’ll tell ya that.”

Roman did not like where this was going. Patton didn’t like where it was going either—Roman knew by the way the other’s heartbeat doubled in speed.

“Stop who?” Patton asked, his words muffled from a mouthful of food.

“Out here, people take care of each other. Don’t need the government to dictate how we live or swoop in to fix things, hah!” Debbie said wryly, “Bless his heart, old John didn’t go down without a fight.”

“You…killed him?”

“Oh, oh no!” Debbie chortled, her breath hitching abruptly, “I didn’t kill him. You? Well, hon. That’s a different story.”

“Wh—” Patton let out a choked wheeze, a half-eaten scone falling from his hand.

“Y’know, at first—I was just going to ask if you’d seen the wolves roaming around your property. You see, we haven’t had ‘em in over fifty years over here. The natural kind, anyways. What a coinkydink they appeared the moment someone took over old John’s property. But then I thought I should come more prepared than that. So that’s why I made my grandmother’s scones. Oh lord, she’d be rolling in her grave if she knew I tweaked the recipe.”

Roman’s hackles raised. Wolfsbane—she had to have laced the scones with it. The smallest petal could temporarily paralyze a grown werewolf when consumed. If eaten in large quantities? It was fatal. He needed to move; Patton was in danger. But his limbs remained stiff, as if encased in ice. Why couldn’t he move? He wasn’t some stupid weak pup anymore—he needed to act.

“Please—please,” Patton begged, a pained whine punctuating his words, “we don’t mean any—any harm.”

Hurt, hurt, hurt—packmate is hurt. Roman shouldn’t move—Patton told him to stay put. But he must move, he had to move—he needed to dispose of the threat to his packmate. But the last time he disobeyed an order—there was scarlet and screams and sharp silver bullets everywhere.

“Please, do you think I really believe a sick beast like you?” The human, the monster, asked. A soft metal screech echoed in the silence. It sounded sharp—like a knife?

Roman still had time, he could still come to Patton’s aid. If he could only escape the fabric prison engulfing him. His claws dug and tore away at the quilt in a frantic attempt to escape its grasp. He couldn’t seem to find the ends of the blanket; it was all consuming. He growled anyways. A warning growl, the fiercest one he could muster. A growl that meant Unwanted, Go Away, Leave Now.

He didn’t believe the human would actually listen. He just needed to drive the human’s attention away from harming Patton. As he managed to pop his head from underneath the quilt, the edge of a small thin silver blade met his gaze.

“Ro—roman.” Patton yelped. But he couldn’t see Patton. All he saw was the beady eyes entrenched in a face wrinkled from anger and bitterness. If Roman was a hero from a sacred story, this would be the moment he epically saved the day.

But that would be a grievous lie.

I mean, kinda?? Don't worry about it, Patton will be fine! And Roman definitely absolutely doesn't get a second heaving of trauma from a human inflicting violence on his loved ones. Oh wait :)

#werewolf au #roman is a teenager in this flashback btw #so his wolf form is not fully grown and he suffers from 'too smol for his big paws' syndrome #patton: *throws a blanket on angsty pup* this is fine everything is fine I will handle this maybe the human is nice #patton: *eats a scone because scones are supposed to be harmless and werewolves are immune to the affects of almost everything edible*#the scone: *happens to contain wolfsbane*#patton: oh fvck oh shvt i messed up. as long as I can keep the attention on me roman will be fine #roman: *does not stay silent*#patton: ohmygods i failed to protect him hes going to die #logan: *returns home from the store with milk* istg fvcking dammit i leave you two alone for ONE HOUR #so um tbf roman has good reasons to fear humans entering their household and it's all Debbie's fault

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britneyshakespeare · 2 years

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james and logan can still backflip

#I HAD A GREAT NIGHT W MY SISTERS #if you have a chance to see big time rush on their forever tour 2022. DO it. tickets arent badly priced at all either.#i dont go to concerts very often but that was a great ass time. very warm and nostalgic and logan henderson can still marry me #tales from diana #theyre all still so good they look so good they sound so good. they havent aged badly at all!!! any of em!!!#i kinda love that there's never been any serious scandal or controversy w any of them. i always loved how quietly they pursued solo projects #but there's such a genuine love ppl have for big time rush. they're great performers and their group chemistry was and still is phenomenal #and the bops don't stop! don't even start me on how good their 2020s songs have been since they came back #what is it three singles??? they also played one tonight that theyre gonna drop officially on the 30th.#so stream honey when it comes out. and stream all their other songs dammit!! their comeback deserves to be as big as jobros' was #they just picked up like they never even left. their new songs are so seamlessly them. even while it has been like 10 years. it doesnt feel #wrong or weird or inappropriate in any way. it doesnt feel tryhard or edgy in terms of adapting to a new much older audience (that grew up #with them of course). it's so natural. if you put em in a playlist w all their old songs it's hardly noticeable.#i LOVE them. i loved them tonight i had a great time.#we somewhat joked about buying last minute tickets to see them in boston where they're playing tomorrow. but you know what #we're going out w my parents for their STUPID 30th anniversary (yawn)#when they came on to do their encore. they did the theme song of course and then when they transitioned to boyfriend #i forget which one asked. i think it was either james or logan. probably james #just said: 'before we play this last song...................... anybody here lookin for a boyfriend?'#me sitting next to the women my brothers are dating/engaged to and hearing them scream 'YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'#that was funny

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akkpipitphattana · 2 years

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This is interesting… https://memewhore.tumblr.com/post/684938268797763584

DUUUUDE i knew it. that’s really creative tho, i give you points for that

#dammit #jackie’s rickrolls #asks #logan 🛸

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nathaslosthershit · 2 months

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Trips to See the In-Laws (LS2)

Summary: In order to save his teammate from an interviewer with not so innocent thoughts, Alex has to reveal that his thought-to-be-single friend, Logan, is actually in a long term relationship.

“Alex, Logan, so wonderful to have you both here with me today. Now that we are rapidly approaching the first race of the season, how are you both feeling? How was both your breaks?”

“Well firstly, thank you for having us. It has honestly been crazy. Break has gone by fast and with all the training we’ve been doing, I honestly feel ready to just jump in the car and start back up.” Logan replies.

It was no secret that Logan Sargeant had been training much more during the off season, everyone had seen how much he had changed. The way the interviewer was staring at him though, as if he was their next meal, was making him shift uncomfortably in the seat.

Alex, being as perceptive as ever, immediately saw the change in Logan’s demeanor. He was confused by it until he saw how the interviewer shifted closer to Logan, eyeing him up and down in a very flirtatious manner. He then chimed in to try and alleviate the tension. “Yeah, busy break but we have been putting in the work and I think we are both ready for this upcoming season.”

“You both look very different from the start of last year. Alex with your hair and Logan has gotten very, very fit.” Dammit, this interviewer really wasn’t going to let it go, Alex thought.

“Um yeah, we are both pretty different looks wise.” Alex weakly responded. What was he supposed to say, the interviewer didn’t exactly ask a question.

“I was in a pretty bad state at the end of last season, both mentally and physically. I worked really hard this off season to improve both of those things and gained 5 kilos. I feel much better now that I am at a more healthy weight and I think it just cements how much more learning and growing I needed last year.” God, how can the interviewer continue to try and eye fuck Logan while he gives such a sincere and vulnerable answer, Alex wonders. He knew he needed to help his teammate and friend in some way, but the idea that came to mind might have some consequences. But surely it was better than the alternative of letting Logan get harassed.

“Well Logan, you took some time to travel a bit since being here in New York” Alex teased.

“Ohhh, where did you go Logan?” the interviewer asked, intrigued at the blush on Logan’s face that had appeared as he picked up on where Alex was trying to go with this.

“Well actually, my girlfriend is originally from New york and still has family that live outside the city so they very kindly invited me to visit them and watch the Superbowl. She wasn’t too happy that I got to see her family while she is stuck in London but also was ecstatic that they clearly like me enough to invite me to visit even when she isn’t with me. It was sweet and such a kind gesture, definitely beats spending that night watching the game in a hotel room alone.”

“Hey, I would have watched with you. You wouldn't have been alone” Alex said, offended.

“Mate, you did not have any actual interest in watching the game.” Logan responded.

“But I still would have kept you company.”

Before the two could continue their fight, the interviewer bursted out a very aggressively asked “Girlfriend?”

The two were quiet then, not knowing what to say. The interviewer wasn’t looking at Logan like a piece of meat anymore, but now he had to deal with this sudden hard launch of his relationship.

“Uh yeah, I have been in a relationship for a while now. Met my girlfriend when I moved to London. We lived in the same apartment and had moved in around the same time. Insane luck, I guess.” Logan answered, still blushing.

“Leave it to Logan to find the one other American in his apartment complex and immediately start dating her.” Alex teased.

“Hey! It was a coincidence and she is from New York while I’m from Florida, they are practically two different countries.”

“Yeah whatever.” Alex rolled his eyes playfully.

The interviewer, now upset at practically getting rejected, stopped asking questions and just watched as the two Willaims drivers took over the interview, rambling, and teasing each other, till it was time to end it.

The interview had immediately gained popularity once it had been posted. Not many drivers hard launch the way Logan did and while Logan hadn't anticipated that this was how his relationship was found out, he did have to thank Alex for getting him out of that situation.

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#f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #logan sargeant x reader #ls2 x reader #ls2 imagine #alex albon x reader

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soysaucevictim · 2 years

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Rating: Mature Relationships: Dukexiety (romantic/QPP) and Intrulogical (platonic/QPP). Background Dukeceit (platonic) and Creativitwins (familial). Characters: Virgil and Remus centric. Janus, Logan, and Roman mentioned.

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Additional Tags: Accidental Injury, Panic Attack, Grim Imagery, Fake Robbery, Fake Kidnapping, Virgil Has Anxiety, Remus is a Little Shit, Virgil is A Mess, “Sorry to Bother You” Spoilers, “Saw” References, Alternating POV (for first part), First Dates, Insecure Virgil, Remus Is A Good Friend, Virgil Is A Good Friend, Additional Warnings in Notes Summary:

Let’s just say Virgil really left an impact on Remus when they first met at the fated gym.

(Gym Rat AU. One shot turned surprise three-parter, including their first date and what happened after!)

Remus drove back home feeling weird things about the whole impromptu date thing.

It was like someone put his stomach into the ultrasonic cleaner and forgot it there for a decade. Oh, that would be absolute hell to service. The last time he really felt that way was with Janus, before it was clear that Janus didn’t feel the exact same way back. Remus had no hard feelings over it and let that go quickly enough.

It did teach him a thing or two about himself.

He wondered if Virgil truly enjoyed it, or if he was just being nice about it. He vigorously shook his head, mumbling to himself, “Nope. Not gonna think about the Ides of March here. Nope. No sir-ee.”

A futile sentiment. Remus’s mind trotted out the vivid image of getting stabbed a whole lot, like good ole Julie C, as he parked his car. His chest was still dully throbbing and didn’t help matters.

The image of dumping a whole milk jug of, probably human, blood right there in his place came to mind. He sighed, then laughed as he made his way back to his apartment.

He wondered how tacky and crusty it’d feel to just lay there for hours in the red stuff and how badly it’d smell. When he wasn’t talking to anyone else, he had a tendency to think aloud, “Marathoning Saw sounds like a good idea.”

Remus still had DVDs lying around, though it was all a disorganized mess. He’d often forget he put the wrong discs in the wrong cases. So it took some even more messy rifling around to get what he wanted together. He eventually found the first movie, got it started up, and plopped onto his worn out sofa.

When the movie opened up with Adam waking up underwater in that grimy tub, Remus thought, “Ah yes, drowning dreams… a perennial favorite.”

Remus chuckled about waking up in an actual shit hole, after going to bed whenever that happened. It would be an adventure and a half. It also took a lot of restraint not to badly sing “Like a Surgeon” once Dr. Gordon introduced himself as one. His initially cool-headed reaction to this mess also reminded him of Specs.

As some of Jigsaw’s past exploits were brought up, Remus leaned back and said to no one, “I’ll never get tired of how fucked up this shit can get!”

Remus already knew and remembered that Amanda and Gordon would play much bigger roles after this first movie. And that things would get rather convoluted and a little silly for it. But, he was always enamored by all the traps set by Jigsaw and his understudies.

Remus had wanted to reverse-engineer those things, especially that reverse bear trap. Just to see how it’d work. As much as he was into this kind of thing and his imagination would run away from him, with extremely graphic detail, he would eventually stop himself. For all his edginess, he never had the taste for actually doing this stuff to people. He’d rather test it on inanimate things or the property of people he didn’t like.

On worse days, sometimes he actually feared he would still do it. Flammables… razorwire… who knows what else? Remus shivered, thinking about it.

He didn’t realize he was so far in his own head again that the movie had jumped forward when Detective Sing told Tapp he should find a girlfriend.

Remus paused the movie, looked up at the ceiling, and puffed his hair out of his face, “This would be SO much more fun to do with Virgil around. Don’t think he’d be like Ro about it, but it’d be fucking hilarious if he was.”

He got up and stared into his fridge. He knew he’d be thinking about Virgil more if he tried to sleep, so he grabbed a Monster and committed to watching at least that first movie. Maybe the next couple, too. It depended on whether he’d pass out from exhaustion first or his brain still had the juice to run more laps around basically everything till daybreak.

He knew he’d probably shamble himself to work the next day, in either case. That wasn’t anything new for him.

After Sing met his gruesome end, Remus chuckled, “Might be fun to rope him in with the gang to watch Zombieland or something.”

A little later, when Adam attempted to fake his own death, Remus quipped, “Oh MAN, you’re such a bad actor. I’d probably be better than you, and that’s saying something!”

Remus had seen this movie countless times before, but he also loved how the intrigue layered on itself as things moved along. He loved how they messed with the order of events with the shots – it was a real head trip the first few times. After Roman rambled about Soviet montage theory to him once, he appreciated it more. He forgot what got him started on it, but it was always fun seeing him light up over that kind of thing.

He let the credits play as he tried to find the second movie lying around.

He rummaged around for a few hours and just couldn’t find it. He did find the rest of the collection, but not the second one. “Well. Shit.”

He started the third movie, but eventually passed out from overtiredness.

A few days later, Remus forgot all about the Saw marathon idea.

He buzzed Virgil’s phone sporadically. It was trite stuff that danced around making a second date happen. Remus wasn’t great at gauging if he was going too far with strangers and a rare instance of him actually caring about that.

That ultrasonic cleaner image came back with a vengeance as he clocked into the tech firm. Complete with foul fluids and fat flies.

Remus soon buried his thoughts and face in the guts of another computer. He was busy testing components, troubleshooting the issues. He griped a little bit, “Where the hell did this guy get this sketchy as fuck power supply? Hell, I don’t think I’ve even seen this brand before.”

More fiddling, more mumbling, “These capacitors are donezo…”

Remus was more amused than angry,“What the fuck is that stain? It smells like cancer!”

Logan rolled by, “Reminder from management – you don’t want customers constantly waiting on you attempting to resurrect every dead motherboard that crosses your bench.”

“I like the challenge!”

Logan snorted, “Alright. Don’t pitch a fit if they tell you to just install a new one for the client.”

“Don’t you have to recover a shit-ton of files for someone else or-?”

“I am taking my lunch break.”

“… shit. I forgot to eat again, didn’t I?”

Logan smiled at Remus and offered him an extra sandwich he often had for times like this. He did remind him of another thing, “It might be a good idea to wash your hands, first. Heavy metal poisoning would not be ideal.”

Remus pouted, “Fiiine, mom.”

Remus, as usual, made his exit to the restroom excessively dramatic. Logan watched, entertained, and waited patiently. The two would clock out at the break room soon enough, to sit down and eat. Logan was quiet, while Remus rambled in between bites.

“So. Specs, I met this cute guy a few days ago…”

Logan nodded along.

“He was such a fucking dork, too. It was amazing!”

Logan whispered to him, “What do whale penises have to do with this?”

Remus nearly inhaled a hunk of bread. It took a few minutes hacking up a lung to clear his airway. Logan almost looked worried, but then Remus recovered and cackled like one of those hyenas from The Lion King. It was loud enough that a couple of concerned coworkers dipped their heads into the room. A quick glance Remus’s way had them decide it best not to ask any questions and continued walking.

“I met him at the gym. Oh! Maybe you can catch him there soon, too!”

“I admit, I am modestly curious about what’s so captivating about him.”

Remus blathered on about how weird and awkward and cute he found Virgil to be and his excitement to meet him again.

Logan laughed along, “Sounds like he might suit you.”

The next Friday, the three of them managed to be at that gym at the same time.

Logan was there first. He hit the treadmills for his HIIT circuits.

Remus was there second. He distracted Logan for a good while before he went to his own Chaotic Sensory Heaven “Workout”.

Virgil was there last. He nearly walked past Remus, lost in blaring music and his thoughts.

Remus noticed and stopped what he was doing. This got Logan’s attention, “Is something the matter?”

Remus squeaked and pointed toward Virgil, “That’s Mr. Sunshine himself!”

Logan snorted, “Might I ask if you’ve imbibed a few too many caffeinated beverages again?”

Remus pouted and rolled his eyes back at Logan, before he trotted toward Virgil. He decided not to touch this time, but to talk obnoxiously loudly from behind him, “HEY. Hot Topic!”

Virgil flinched before yanking out one of those earbuds, “What are you- oh. It’s you.”

“Missed me?”

“Two minds. Two minds.”

Remus cocked his head to the side, “Please! Do elaborate.”

“Okay I’m gonna give it to you straight-”

“Good luck with that.”

Virgil blinked a few seconds, trying very hard not to react to that and looked thoughtful. “There’s a whole hell of a lot of my brain screaming this thing is going to end horribly. That I’m gonna regret keeping you around. You’re… a lot. BUT-”

Remus’s expression dimmed a little bit, but let Virgil continue.

“Look. There’s a smaller but, admittedly, louder part that thinks you’re… cute. In a massive weirdo sort of way. Okay? It’s confusing! YOU’RE confusing!”

Virgil’s face flushed as he spoke and Remus’s smile returned with gusto. “Awww… you really do like me!”

“What I don’t get is what you see in me, though! We only barely met!”

“Honestly? I’m not entirely sure myself. Feelings are annoying like that. It’s just your entire vibe.”

Remus snickered to himself and Virgil raised an eyebrow, “My… vibe?”

“Yeah! Like- shit. I’m not good at this. You wanna marathon the Saw franchise this weekend?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, “Massive rail switch, dude!”

“Oh, I’ll give YOU a railing. Anyways, do you have the second movie? I lost the disc somehow…”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Virgil sighed, “Y-yeah. I think I do have the first few movies lying around. Kinda fell off it after that, the DVD player breaking didn’t exactly help. It’s all goofy shit, but kind of a guilty pleasure.”

“SEE!?”

“W-what!?”

“That vibe thing!”

Virgil gave a dawning look, smiling a little, “Oh.”

“And hey, maybe then we can mutually learn to better receive Praise and-”

“Please. You’re sounding like a Saturday morning cartoon…”

Remus put a hand on his chest and gasped, “How dare you! I have a reputation to keep!”

Virgil snickered. “Doubt it.”

“You keep that up and I’ll turn that Saw Marathon into My Little Pony!”

“… wait. You actually have that around too?”

Remus cleared his throat, “Arrr, matey.”

Virgil layered the sarcasm, “Gods, if you pull that shit, I’m just gonna end it there. No ifs, ands, or-”

“BUTTS?”, Remus jutted his rear out demonstratively.

Virgil buried his face in his hands, “You are an absolute gremlin.”

“Thanks!”

They continued the banter for a while before splitting off for their “routines.”

Logan quietly watched the interaction, amused. He didn’t wish to overwhelm Virgil, but even he could see their strange sort of chemistry.

Perhaps he’d get a proper introduction, another time.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #gymrat au #spilled musing #(these two are absolute dorks)#(kinda emotionally incompetent - but trying their best)#(decided to change the pfp to this au)#(still remus because dammit remus is great)#dukexiety #intrulogical #creativitwins

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transfemlogan · 6 months

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Virgil: GOD DAMMIT. WHICH SIDE R U ALL ATTRACTED TO???

Remus, Janus, & Orange: Logan

Virgil: we can't possibly all like Logan, it is not mathematically POSSIBLE.

#sanders sides #analogical #loceit #intrulogical #lorange #an.um wait #analodemus #analodukeceit #i dont know their fucking ship name #logan #virgil #januw #remus #orange #sillies!

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sundrop-writes · 5 months

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Your First Kiss With Gar Logan

Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary:

While the Titans are living in Gotham, things are spiralling out of control. You take a moment to comfort Gar and help him with an unexpected injury, and the two of you find those inevitable feelings coming to the surface.

Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Fluff. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.

Word Count: 2,700

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this is general fluff; set during the episode where Kory accidentally burns Gar due to her visions/waking nightmares; descriptions of Gar having a burn wound on his arm; descriptions of first aid and wound care; the reader attends to the wound because they have first aid experience; the reader used to be a ward of Doctor Caulder (not blood related to him); mention of the reader being an orphan (as everyone in the presence of DC comics lore is); the reader is gender neutral (the main pronouns used are you/yours and there are no gendered aspects to the character); mentions of Gar's past trauma; extreme mutual pining; slight angst with a fluffy ending; I believe that's it.

A/N: This is part of something I am calling the 'first kiss' series - a series that depicts that a first kiss would be like with each of the Titans characters. For context, I am not necessarily writing this as a situation where the reader has never been kissed before and this is their first ever kiss - I am writing this as a situation where this is what your first kiss in the relationship would be like. The kiss that sparks that shift from friendship into romance. (In some of the other scenarios, I might spice it up and do enemies into lovers lmao.) I just think this is gonna be fun because most of the fics I write are based around smut, where kissing is not really the focus, so I wanted to change the pace of what I'm writing and make that big dramatic kissing moment - like you get in romcoms. I hope to do one of these fics for each of the characters, and some requested Dick, so that's probably the one that I'll do next. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

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A sound of pain caught your attention.

You had been walking down one of the many winding hallways of Wayne Manor, and any thoughts about what you had previously been doing left your mind the moment you heard it. You wondered what was wrong and who was hurting.

The family had been through enough in the past few days. Nobody in the household needed any more pain. Certainly not from your perspective.

A wince - a gasp. Breath hissing through teeth. Distinctly, it was the sound of someone recoiling in pain.

You followed the sound closely and traced it to an open door. There was a streak of light coming from one of the many large, expensive bathrooms that the Manor had. Through that gap, you saw a flash of green - a green shirt, green hair. It took you only a moment to figure out who it was.

“Dammit.” Gar swore.

He was struggling with something. Your insides immediately flooded with concern knowing this. Whatever it was, you would try your best to help him. He was your best friend, after all, and you would never abandon him during a time of need. If the problem was minuscule or catastrophic, you would be there to help him with it.

“Are you okay?” You asked, reaching out to push the bathroom door open further.

You likely already knew the answer, but you couldn’t help the instinctive question as it escaped your mouth.

As the door drifted open at your touch, Gar’s eyes snapped over to you.

He was standing at the sink with one of the long sleeves of his shirt rolled up. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the center of his forearm - you winced yourself when you saw a very nasty burn there. He had a first aid kit open beside the sink with bits of it strewn across the counter, and he was dabbling a piece of cotton on the burn.

So that had been the source of his painful noises.

“I - I’m fine.” Gar quickly lied.

He reached out with his uninjured arm in a poor attempt to close the door on you. You sighed, pushing back against him. In a very Gar fashion, he didn’t fight against you as you pushed your way into the bathroom and closed the door completely behind you, sealing both of you into the privacy of the space.

He knew that you were definitely more stubborn than he was, and it would just be easier to let you help him than to fight against your stubborn will. It was something he had learned a long time ago. The position of being your friend came with forceful caring. It was one of the things that he loved most about you.

“Come on, Gar.” You sighed, your voice ripe with gentle pity. “You should know that you don’t have to lie to me. What happened?”

Gar wanted to explain that he hadn’t told you a lie, that he was fine, but that died off in his throat. Again - you were stubborn. That would have turned into an entire argument.

You gently took his wrist in hand, lifting his arm slightly to inspect the burn closer.

He knew that you had some medical experience. From what he had seen, you were really skilled, and quite intelligent in the field of medicine, even though you hadn’t done any formal study to become a doctor.

You had worked with Doctor Caulder for years, had been his assistant since you were a young child. He had taken you on as a ward when you were orphaned, and very early on, he started teaching you ‘his craft’. It’s how you and Gar had met. You had been there, helping to take care of him and overseeing him after Caulder had injected him with the serum. Your face was one of the first kind faces he knew during the fever induced delirium, having the serum pumping through his veins and painfully rearranging his DNA from the inside out.

You were one of the only people who wasn’t afraid of the Tiger because of it. Even after the horrors that Cadmus had put him through - you were never afraid of him. You always saw him as the scared, shivering boy from the hospital bed. Someone who just needed your help, a hand to hold. And you had always been there, holding your hand out to him since then. Through the good and the bad, through the times when he had been scared and uncertain.

Of course, it was only natural that he had developed certain… feelings for you.

And of course, he was always terrified to voice those feelings. He was terrified to lose you. As a friend, as the strong person he could lean on.

Even now, as you once again took his hand and nursed him back to health - he felt his heart fluttering in his chest, and he was terrified to lose you as a friend because of it.

Gar tried to distract himself from those dangerous feelings by answering your question.

“Well, what happened was…” He began, but then quickly trailed off. “I was in the kitchen, and Kory came in. But she - she wasn’t in her right mind, her eyes were all weird again, and..”

The more words he said, the worse it sounded. He had a large burn on his arm and Kory was well known for her fiery powers. It didn’t take much brain power to put it together.

You looked up at him with deep concern dancing in your eyes, and he scrambled to find the right words. He knew that any way he explained it, it wouldn’t sound good. He rushed to make an excuse for his friend. Someone you both loved that he had far more sympathy for in this situation.

“Kory - see - she - Kory’s been having a really hard time lately.” Gar tripped over his own words to explain it. “It - it was an accident.”

“She accidentally gave you a second degree burn?” You posed, feeding the words back to Gar in the hopes that it would make him realize just how ridiculous it sounded.

Your tone was clearly scolding, an underlying anger in your voice directed at Kory for hurting your best friend.

Gar sighed. He knew it was likely a rhetorical question, but he still was struggling for an answer. He didn’t come up with one before you spoke again.

“Take this off.” You told him, motioning toward his shirt. “I’ll bandage this up for you.”

Gar did as you said, wincing again when the sleeve of his shirt grazed against the fresh wound. He dropped it to the bathroom floor without much thought. You tried not to let your eyes linger on his bare torso - a gorgeous sight - as you moved to grab a pair of tweezers from the first aid kit. You had noticed that bits of cloth from his shirt had been singed onto the wound. That needed to be taken care of first.

“I’m not mad.” Gar said suddenly. “I’m not mad at Kory.”

That didn’t surprise you. He was never the type of person to hold grudges. You had only seen him get angry a handful of times. You had only seen him truly hold rage in his heart when Doctor Caulder had attempted to hold Rachel against her will.

“Why not?” You asked.

You moved him where you wanted him, and he was easily pliant to you, trusting your experience. You trapped his hand between the side of your body and your own arm so that he wouldn’t move or squirm, pinning him there. You held the elbow of his injured arm in the palm of your hand to hopefully keep him in place. You grabbed the tweezers with your other hand and then got to work.

“I’m worr-”

He let out a sharp gasp when you plucked off the first piece of singed cloth. You felt him flinch against your hold as you tossed the piece of cloth into the sink. But he didn’t protest. He knew whatever you were doing was something that you deemed necessary. You were helping him, and he wouldn’t fight you on that.

“I’m worried about Kory.” Gar finished his statement firmly.

“You’re worried about Kory?” You raised your brows at him, your eyes lingering on his face for a moment before you went back to work.

Gar often worried about everyone else.

He had been worrying himself to death about Jason, trying to ‘save’ someone that likely couldn’t be saved since he had magically come back from the dead. He was worried about Dick taking on the pressures of Batman now that Bruce was suddenly absent. He had been worried about Dawn and Hank’s arguing, knowing that Hank had come to Gotham just to win her back. You knew that Gar was worried about everyone, hoping that the pieces of the family would just fall into place and everyone would be happy again. (When they had last been happy, you weren’t quite sure.)

You were likely the only person who worried about Gar in return.

“Who’s worried about you?” You mumbled quietly.

You plucked out another piece of the burnt cloth, and Gar bit his lip to keep from crying out with pain.

“There’s nothing going on with me.” He told you, shooting you one of his glowing smiles. “I’m fine. I don’t need anyone to worry about me.”

You knew that even if he didn’t take this injury into account, this was a lie.

The toll of being such an empathetic person was never one that he voiced. The pure pressure of everyone else’s emotions piling onto him, the worry of what was going to happen to his friends. That, on top of his own troubles - nightmares of his time at Cadmus still haunting him, feeling inadequate because he couldn’t use his powers to the fullest extent, missing two of his dear friends with the absences of Jason and Rachel.

You knew that Gar wasn’t ‘fine’. You knew that he had a lot troubling him. It was just easier for him to smile and pretend everything was okay. Because that made him feel okay. It helped him carry on.

And a lot of the time, his sunshiney smile was the entire reason you got out of bed at all.

However, rather than telling him this, you drove home your point in an entirely different way.

“Ironic.” You huffed out, picking out the last piece of the cloth that had stuck to the edge of the wound.

Gar hissed in pain.

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Gar finally folded.

Right now, he did need someone worrying about him. That much he could admit.

You reached over and grabbed an anti-bacterial cream from the first aid kit.

You were glad that you would be there to change the bandage and monitor the healing of the wound, because it was likely a lot worse - a lot more painful than he was letting on. You were worried about what kind of mental state Kory had been in that caused her to attack him, even if it had been an accident. You had seen her ‘sleep walking’, or whatever you would call it. You wondered what caused it. You wondered if it was the general stress that all the Titans were under right now. But Gar’s wellbeing was your primary concern.

“You know you can come to me for stuff like this, right?” You told him, your voice edging on scolding as you applied the cream with a q-tip and he gritted his teeth through the pain once again. “Don’t let all that child slave labor that Caulder put me through go to waste.”

Gar let out a chuckle at this - a dry, sarcastic sound. It was a tone that told you that while he did find your commentary amusing, he still resented your former shared ‘mentor’ for all the things he had put both of you through.

“You know I can handle myself.” Gar told you, still slightly resistant to your caring. “Someone needs to be strong.”

It was a dangerous double meaning. He thought that he had to be the singular strong pillar of the household. He thought that he had to be the one person in the family who didn’t fold to his emotions and let any cracks show through.

“Let them handle themselves once in a while.” You told him pointedly as you began to wrap a bandage around his forearm. “You don’t need to be some brick wall for everyone to lean on.”

“But-” Gar said quietly.

“But nothing.” You cut him off.

When you dared to look up at his face, you saw those wide puppy eyes staring back at you. His beautiful brown pupils were shining with guilt. He didn’t need to voice it for you to know that he felt like it was his responsibility to take care of everyone else. They often didn’t take care of themselves properly. If he didn’t at least try, then who else would?

“I know this might be a newsflash for you, especially because you have that golden, shining hero heart in your chest…” You explained, reaching up and running one of your fingers across the skin of his muscled pec, motioning toward that beautiful heart inside in his chest.

With him not wearing a shirt, the skin to skin contact was oddly intimate, causing tingles to radiate out from that point that you knew he could feel too. You became temporarily distracted from your words, and forced yourself to clear your throat and remember what you were saying.

“But you can’t save everyone.” You continued. You distracted yourself from the tension in the air by tying the bandage onto itself to secure it around his arm. “Sometimes they do need to save themselves.”

Gar let out a quiet huff. Internally, he had finally folded to the fact that you were right.

“I hate it when you’re right.” He said quietly.

“You must hate me a lot.” You replied, laughter dancing in your words as you cleverly turned the sentence around on him.

Gar’s face broke into an easy, natural smile at this. You were too clever.

He felt that inevitable warmth swell up inside of him again. The affectionate fondness for you that he always felt bubbling just under the surface.

When he looked up and locked eyes with you once again, sitting in the quiet moment - a rare moment of peace stolen away from the seemingly never-ending chaos that being a part of the Titans family was - he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t hold back his feelings for you anymore.

You felt the magnetism swell in the air, and when Gar reached out, gently gripping the side of your neck, right underneath your ear - you let yourself be taken by it. It had been coming for years, and you easily let yourself succumb to it. You let your eyes fall closed and you drifted into him like a boat drifting at sea, falling into the current that he always provided for you.

The kiss was inevitable, and somehow - perfect.

He was gentle, not forcing his way into your space or presuming anything of you, but falling into the natural rhythm of the attraction as you pressed your mouth against his. His lips were a sweet, soft sanctuary - so much better than you had dreamed of. The touch was so beautifully tender that you felt tingles radiating through you, a high you had never experienced before. You let out a delighted sigh as the kiss pulled at the strings deep in your soul.

After a moment, you pulled back slightly, your forehead gently pressed against his.

“Y/N,” Gar murmured your name quietly.

There were so many things he wanted to say to you.

To tell you that he loved you - as more than a friend. That he always had. To tell you that he was thankful for you, that you were the stitching that held together the very fabric of his life.

But then-

“Gar!” Kory’s voice came shouting down the hallway. “Gar, look, I’m sorry! Where are you? Please, can you just let me apologize?”

Of course. More family chaos. Not a moment alone. Well, no more than one moment.

“You should find a shirt.” You told Gar, giving him a playful grin and tapping him lightly on his bare shoulder.

Gar sighed, and nodded. And hesitantly, he broke away from you in order to go and do that.

Eventually, he would tell you those things. He would find the right time, the right way to put it all into words. But for now, even if it was unspoken, you knew.

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