angry logan

Anything For You

((A/N: So I had to edit some of the request a bit to make it work and not be a two-parter, I hope Anon doesn’t mind too much. But mutant reader is always a fun one, so I don’t mind. It’s also my first go as writing for Logan, so be gentle!

Request:

Can I get a Logan x (mutant)Reader, where the reader thinks that Logan hates her since he’s always so rude and gruff and yells at her during missions, so she keeps her distance from him, eventually deciding to leave the X-men. And then when Logan realizes that she left, and why she left, he goes to get her and bring her back home? Lots of angst, then ending in fluff? Fighting and love confessions? Could you make it work? Or is it too much?? Sorry to be a bother!

Pairing: Logan x mutant!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, clearly. ))

“Really? You thought just shootin’ shit with electricity was the solution here?” Wolverine’s voice had risen to an unreasonable decibel level as he got closer, claws withdrawn but still clearly defensive.

Your eyes narrowed, fists clenched, “It was the only option! Iceman was out of the way and Shadowcat was already intangible, no one would get hurt!” Your own voice had risen to match his, stepping closer and closing the little gap that was left.

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Another X-Men headcannon but this time with the big asshole/teddy bear that we’ve come to love.
These headcannons are really fun to do. I’ve come to enjoy doing them lol.
Anyways enjoy!
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Logan Howlett headcannons:

-He has the tough guy/secret teddy bear look.

-Still kind of messed up over Jeans death, but loves you so much.

-You and him joke about how big a dick Scott was, but reminiscing about how angry he got when Logan stole his bike all the time.

-Always has your back, some times he’s just a tad bit too over protective of you and it gets really annoying, which later leads to unwanted fights.

-“Logan he just accidentally bumped into me, that doesn’t give you the okay to beat the shit out of him!”
-“I don’t give a damn if it was an accident, the asshole should’ve been watching where he was going”
-“Goddamn it Logan.”

-Him later feeling like a douche about what happened and making it up to you some how.

-“Get dressed princess we’re going out”
-“for what?”
-“Just get dressed”

-Low key melts every time he looks at you, like fuck, he let you tear down his walls, you’re his world.

-Spoils the shit out of you, and doesn’t give a fuck about what people think, just minor annoyed when people think he’s soft.

-He’s secretly soft, even though you’ve pointed it out.

-Still denied it.

-So whipped for you, but tries to keep up the tough guy look.

-Fails at keeping the tough guy look when you call him at one of his nights out with the guys and leaves to go to you.

-Down time is a must with him, he gets stressed easily, and usually keeps his anger/frustrations locked up. This usually leads to him accidentally blowing up on you.

-Because of this, it landed him a week on the couch, 10/10 tried to sneak back into bed, but you caught him trying it.

-This landed him an extra week.

-He thinks about what it’s like to have kids with you.

-This later leads to a long conversation with Xavier about what he should do.

-Dad goals to the max.

-Gets pissed if someone looks at you. But you reassure him that he’s the only one for you.

-Once got caught being all mushy and smiley with you by Kurt when he accidentally bamfed into the room you were in.

-Kurt was shitting his pants, he best keep his mouth closed because 10/10 Logan will turn into the wolverine asap.

-Later finding out that Logan threatened the smol bean, and lecturing his ear off.

-This lands him another long week on the couch.

-He probably thinks that he should just marry the couch because it’s seen him more than he’d like to admit.

-Long conversations about nothing, just ramblings about how your days been going.

-Logan always looks forward to these ramblings.

-Still suffers from extreme PTSD nightmares, this scares him because he thinks he’s going to hurt you one night.

-You have to reassure him that he’d never hurt you.

-Has a secret nickname that he has for you behind closed doors(like baby girl, or sweet heart) but out in public,it’s usually babe or love.

-Y'all probably gonna get married.

-Who am I kidding, you got married.

-Logan got his kids.

-Both of you are happy as fuck together tbh.

-Logan is legit husband/boyfriend goals.

I really appreciate the fact that Jane the Virgin and Gilmore Girls are like the exact same show except that Jane’s boyfriends are all beautiful and gentle souls while Rory’s boyfriends are trash men she found in the Dumpster (and not the fun Dumpster where all the sexy Marvel men live)

Anthems for Logan Sanders

Warrnings: Long, long post! (I understand your possible TLDR) Full of Logan Sanders, love to Logan Sanders, memes with Logan Sanders, paean of praise to Logan Sanders and other stuff like that with no objectivity. And probably very bad English with horrible mistakes. (I’m so sorry Logan! Q_Q)

Lately I saw some posts about that Logan is unappreciated. I love all of Sanders Sides but actually I have no idea why Logic would ever be unappreciated because he is almost my fav. I just don’t know HOW? Well, If someone is daring to say that Logan is underrated, I am going to present my point of view. Subjectively!

Everyone of them have their own music theme. The music which play when Sides show up. Cool music theme! (Roman have „The Blue Danube” MY FAV classical song, oh, boy!!!) but I like the most Logic’s theme because this is as well intriguing as funny! Fit to Logan perfectly. Everytime when I hear that, it makes me a happy human!

He is very elegant. Did you notice he has a two shirts? One with lion logo and one with eagle logo. I love his gesticulation nad his facial expression! Because… You know…

He likes to dress-up! Isn’t it cool?!

Look at him. He is so pleased the first question from Q&A went to him. Adorable! And his favourite book is „The Murder of Roger Ackroyd” by Agatha Christie. Awesome choise! Agatha Christie was great and Hercules Poirot is my fav detective ever ❤ Logan have a good taste! At least for me.

Logan love dogs stoo! I’m 100% sure his love to puppies is equal his love to Patton Patton’s love to puppies. Look at that! Love to dogs is logical so Logan love dogs.

And he love poetry.

Yes, poetry. He can choose the most romantic lyric. „Brush up your Shakespeare” gyus! I love him. If you think that was ‘bout Shakespeare you’re right. If you think that was ‘bout Logan you’re right too.

And since I talk about poetry! He did not let himself be defeated in rap battle. He rules! He was great! Nobody will forget it! Totally badass!

Nobody will forget how he won a debate. He used logical reasoning to show positives. Even without help Roman’s role - self confidence and Patton’s role - optimism. And even if someone use wonderful debate tactic like hissing at people!

The only person he can not beat is Morality. This is only one who can be his rival, they always need to compromise. Morality never wins too he is at the same level. And largely this is the reason why I call Patton my fav character from Sanders Sides. Only one who Logan can’t defeat.

Maybe Logan don’t like the dad jokes but he definitely makes a puns. He makes a lot of puns („terrible humor”, „valorous choice”, „ants, aunts”)  and I realized that first time when I was writing polish subtitles to „Making Some Changes” video where translating all the puns and whole the idioms was a torment. I have a theory Logan is angry at Patton when he’s doing a puno r dad joke because Patton is just better in this „game”. Or because he takes everything literally and that confuse him! But…

He appreciates the role of each part of the personality. When Thomas is worried because the audition Logan offer to call Prince for Thomas’ self-confidence or Morality for Thomas’ optimism. Even if he don’t think Anxiety’s is needed, he knows that he is very important.

Some people just noticed that what I want to write now but this is too amazing! Logan in “Accepting Anxiety 2/2” was freaking awesome! He realized what is happening to them first, he knew that so early!

And that moment when he was screaming „YERKS-DODSON!” and circling in red a word „HIGH” on the chart. With looking at Anxiety who udnderstood him. Logan found the way how to tell something important to Virgil despite his problems with communication! He was GREAT! He was FREAKING GREAT!!!

I admire him, I love him, I’m amazed.

And very important thing. Logan is a Teacher. And role of teacher is teaching.

- He completes my vocabulary (in my mother language AND English!) just using a long, difficult words. If I want to understand what he is talking I must to check it. This is learning by fun!

- He refers to many interesting books like Roman refers to Disney movies and Patton refers to popular songs.

- He taught me a some psychology in “My negative thinking”.

- Finally he taught me last time about Yerks-Dodson curve – I checked it and I started to read about it. That was cool!

Logan Sanders is great Teacher, awesome Side of personality and SEXY BEAST. Tell him it from me Thomas, please. @thatsthat24


…If you wanted I can do anthems for other three. Would you like?
Part 2

Sweater: A Young Sirius Black x Reader Imagine

Requested: Yes

In this imagine the reader has had a longtime crush on one of their best friends, Sirius Black. Sadly Black already has another girlfriend who doesn’t take too kindly to the friendship. Priorities are challenged, relationships forever altered, and sweaters brought into question in this fluffy yet heartbreaking glimpse at what might have been.

Warnings: Extremely minor cursing

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name

~~~ - used to show the passage of time

Word count: 1,637

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“Siri stop!” I shout between fits of laughter. The arms wrapped around me won’t let me go and his chest is flat to my back. “James help!”

“Sorry, you got yourself into this one Y/L/N.” He smirks. Potter knows how I feel about Sirius and likely is holding back as a favor to me.

The grip around me tightens and I can barely breathe, but I can’t complain. Most girls at this school would kill to be in my position right now. After all, who could resist the dark haired self-proclaimed bad boy behind me.

“Do you give up?” Black chuckles, the vibrations upsetting butterflies in my chest.

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Comatose-Chapter 4

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Song: What Now by Rhianna

Been ignoring this big lump in my throat

I shouldn’t be crying, tears were for the weaker

days I’m stronger, know what, so I say

That’s something missing

Sliding down the wall outside the compound, breath coming out in short sharp pants, your eyes are wild with panic. You’re mumbling incoherently, trying your best to reign in your fraying sanity.

“(Y/N), sweetheart, look at me.” Logan’s voice punches through the panic. “Focus on me,” he says as your gaze snaps to his. “Take a deep breath.”

You do as he asks.

“Find your anchor.”

You reach inside yourself, searching for something to root you in reality. Anything would do at this point, a memory snaps into focus;

“(Y/N)” Charles says, “Your power is yours to control.” He draws soothing circles on your back, helping you focus. “You control the power, it does not control you,” he continues. “You are stronger than your emotions, you are not weak, it cannot break you.”

“Brother,” you whisper. “I am afraid.”

“I know, and that is where your power lies.” A wide smile spreading across his face

Whatever it is, it feels like it’s laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror

Whatever it is, it’s just sitting there laughing at me

And I just wanna scream

Your breathing slowly calms, vision coming back into focus. Searching for Logan’s hand, using it to anchor yourself back in the present. “Logan,” your  voice croaks.

“I’m right here. Not going anywhere.”

Relief floods through you. He isn’t going to leave you, not again. Not like last time.

“Are you alrigh’ now? Do you need another minute?” Concern laces Logan’s tone.

“No,” you reply shakily. “No, I’m okay now. Take me home please.”

You’re exhausted, struggling to make sense of the last few days. You want to curl into a ball and cry, bury your head beneath the covers and sleep away the pain filling your soul. You need time to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, and you haven’t a clue how to fix this. To fix yourself. You want to run, far far away, where no one knows you or Bucky. You need to outrun the pain, the fear, the thisness of what you are feeling. But there’s nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, no way to escape without shutting it all off.

“Alrigh’, sweetheart. Let’s get ya home.” Logan hauls you to your feet, but you completely miss the concerned way he keeps glancing at you.

There’s no one to call cause I’m just playing games with them all

The more I swear I’m happy, the more that I’m feeling alone

‘Cause I spent every hour just going through the motions

I can’t even get the emotions to come out

Dry as a bone, but I just wanna shout

When you get home, Logan strips you down and ushers you toward the shower.

You’re comatose.

Numb. A walking zombie. You couldn’t care less about your surroundings.

“In ya go,” he grumbles as he maneuvers you under the spray. “You’ll feel better after a shower. Yell or somethin’  when you’re done,” he huffs and exits the bathroom.

He’d stripped you naked, placed you beneath the water, and you hadn’t even noticed. Staring blankly at the tiled shower wall, you will yourself to feel something – anything – but there’s a barrier keeping the emotion out. You can’t get through. You scratch and claw at your mind, but nothing is coming out. Your dry as a bone, nothing left to give. You can’t even cry.

What’s happening to me? you wonder as you sink to the floor. Why can’t I feel anything? Especially as the pain had been so strong, so present, less than an hour ago.

Time passed, the water ran cold, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You don’t know how long you have been sitting there, shivering in the shower, until an angry Logan hauls you out and wraps you in an oversized towel. He rubs you down so viciously, he nearly takes a layer of skin off. Still, you feel nothing.  

“Dammit, (Y/N)! You’re gonna catch your death pulling shit like this!” he admonishes you, a roughness to his voice that barely pierces your veil of numbness. Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head he snaps, “What were ya thinking?”

You don’t answer, content to stare blankly at him.

He mutters a quick, “Fuck!” as he picks you up and carries you to the unmade bed. Dumping  you -unceremoniously on top of its unmade surface, he pulls the covers to your chin and tucks you in, distractedly kissing the top of your head.

“Sleep. Things will look better in the morning,” he tells you and you nod absently.   

“Logan,” you call, and he turns to face you. “Thank you,” you say. He nods gruffly and leaves, closing the door. You lay there, broken and hollowed out, for what feels like days when you hear Logan making a call.

“Professor,” he rumbles. “She ain’t okay. She’s retreated into herself, and she ain’t snapping out of it.” He sounds panicked. Most likely thinking about Jean and how she had done the same before he’d been forced to ‘save’ her from herself. “I dunno what to do.” He listens intently for a few seconds, before finally grumbling, “Yeah, I’ll try. See ya in a few days.”

The silence that follows is suffocating, spreading through you, threatening to break the final threads of your sanity.

Logan clicks open the door and sighs when he sees you curled on your side, facing away from him. There is the sound of cotton rustling, his shirt coming off, and a clank when his belt buckle follows taking his pants to the floor. He climbs in behind you, pulling you into him by the waist, and tucks his knees into the back of yours. The coarse hair on his legs tickles, while the heat of his skin makes you sigh.

Burying his head in the crook of your neck, nose brushing along your skin, he growls a deep, content sound,  and your entire body relaxes.

What now? I just can’t figure it out

What now? I guess I’ll just wait it out

What now? Somebody tell me

What now?

Basking in the familiarity that is The Wolverine, you breath in his woodsy scent and pull his arms tighter around you. Safe. It’s the last thing you think as you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. I’m safe.

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Comatose-Chapter 9

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

You can feel the emotion building inside as you step off the jet. You’re minutes away from seeing Natasha again, seconds away from laying eyes on Bucky, the man who tore your heart out. Logan trails closely behind you, his presence bringing you a modicum of comfort. The air had been thick with tension during the flight in, words desperately needing to be said but left unspoken. You’re met by an unknown agent on the helipad who escorts you through the once familiar compound in silence.

Logan had stepped in front of you the moment you entered the compound, partially obscuring you from prying eyes. He had to have felt the tension radiating off you, the barely concealed dread fighting its way onto your face. You had vowed to stay silent through the meeting, content for Logan to do the talking, and to retreat to the offered rooms as quickly as you could.

Nearing the meeting room, you can distinctly hear the voices of the assembled Avengers. Bucky’s low bass resounds in your ears, pulling up images of softly murmured words, hot touches, and sweet promises in your head. The wall inside your mind is crumbling with every step you take toward him.

Stopping briefly before the door which will bring you face to face with the people you had no wish to see again, you take a deep breath and nod for Logan to turn the handle. Swinging the door open, the conversation halts abruptly. All eyes swing in your direction and you steel yourself so as not to flinch. Logan takes a stance which has him appearing larger, a warning growl leaving his chest as he instinctively senses the other predators in the room.

You clear your throat, shoving Logan lightly at the small of his back. He moves cautiously forward, fists clenched tightly as he scans the room. Your eyes are downcast, trying frantically not to see Bucky. But it’s no use. His soft voice caresses your ears as he calls your name. Eyes shut tightly, you let out a whimper, pain lancing through your mind when you feel the last remnants of the self-imposed wall falling down.

He walks toward you, arms outstretched, seemingly to embrace you; to hold you once again. You take a step forward, the pull so strong you can’t ignore it. You need to feel him again, to breathe in his scent, to hear that velvet voice wash over you once more. Your breathing is coming out in short, fast pants, fingers twitching with the need to reach out and touch him..

Logan growls once, halting your movement by harshly pulling you backward and shoving you behind him. His touch grounds you, lifting the fog from your mind only now noticing that he has unsheathed his claws. They glint maliciously in the fluorescent light. It sobers you instantly and you reach for his hand, brushing a light touch to the inside of his wrist. The tension tightening the muscle in his shoulders relax minutely. His breathing evens out as he slowly retracts his claws, leaving the middle one to retract last about which you say nothing and chance a glance Bucky’s direction.

His eyes are hard and cold, hands balled tightly into fists. He’s staring intently at Logan, challenging him, lips curled into a snarl. You know this is about to escalate. You can feel the hatred they share for each other. The hurt. The pain.

Tugging gently at Logan’s wrist, you pull him backwards. He relents and takes a step, the venomous look never leaving his face, until he looks down at you. A protective hand is suddenly splayed across your ribs, the move a possessive on that reminds you of the things left unspoken on your flight here.  

Sighing you turn your attention to the sergeant. “James,” you finally acknowledge.

His eyes snap to yours, mouth opening and closing, searching for something to say. He settles on your name. “(Y/N)”

That one word, so filled with emotion, you feel as though it will suffocate you. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Ducking your head, you trying to make yourself smaller, needing out from under all this scrutiny. Logan comes to your rescue.

“Can we get on with this?” he asks, irritation bleeding into his tone. He pulls you toward an empty seat and forces you into it, choosing to stand behind you, arms folded across his chest. The look on his face a warning no one can fail to understand.

Steve, having come to his feet with the near brawl, sits down in the closest chair. “Let’s get this meeting started,” he replies as everyone settles.

You drift, barely paying attention to the debate raging around you. That horrible voice has been needling you for the past half hour. Begging you, pleading with you to attack. Avenge. To take revenge on the ones who broke you. It’s been getting steadily louder every time you chance a glance at Natasha. White hot rage sears a path through your veins, urging you to kill. You could. With a just a flick of your fingers or quirk of your brow you could easily take out the one who hurt you. But you bite down on the rising rage, and try to focus on the conversation happening around you.

Scraping chairs catch your attention. Logan taps you lightly on the shoulder, and you realize you’ve missed the entire thing. You stand abruptly, needing to get out, get away from these people. Logan’s attention is caught by Steve, leaving Bucky free to grab your hand. The touch sends you into overdrive.

“(Y/N),” he pleads. “Talk ta me.”  His free hand cups your chin, forcing you to look at him.  Then, he gently runs his thumb across your lip. His eyes are soft, the blue so deep, as he opens his mouth to speak.

“Back off, bub!” Logan’s voice cuts through the moment, sending you plummeting back to reality.

“An’ who the fuck are ya ta tell me what I can and can’t do?” comes Bucky’s angry retort.

Logan harshly drags you back, thrusting you out of the way as animalistic growls leaves him. “I’m the guy who’s gonna rearrange that pretty face of yours,” he replied mockingly. His claws singing as they reappear.

He takes a hard swing at Bucky who ducks out of the way, aiming a kick at Logan’s unguarded legs. Logan grunts and tries to slash a cut into Bucky’s side, but is blocked by Bucky’s metal arm. A punch connects with Logan’s face and jerks his head back, sending him careening into the conference table. He spits blood across it and wipes his mouth. A smirk plays on Logan’s lips as he pushes up from the table and launches a full body attack at Bucky, who is woefully unprepared for an angry Wolverine. Bucky falters under the onslaught and you can feel yourself break at the thought of them killing each other.

Rage boils over, lifting you off the ground as the power flows out of you. Hair whipping across your face, a hurricane surrounds you, and you don’t feel human anymore. A hollow laugh forces its way out of you, causing Logan to snap his head around. His eyes are wide with fear.

Lifting your hand, you fling Bucky through the opposite wall, immune to the pained whimpering noises that leave him when he makes contact with the ground.

Logan is moving toward you, his skin burning with every step. “Come back,” he pleads, eyes filled with emotion. “This isn’t you! You are not Jean!”

You can hear his mind shouting… don’t make me… not again… but it means little. Laughing harder, you extend your power toward him, cutting at his flesh, the darkness of what you are seeping out of you in waves. The rest of the Avengers can do nothing but cower under the strength of your might and you revel in their fear.

“Come back to me, (Y/N). Fight the dark,” he says in a small voice, pain filling every syllable.

Arriving before you, the weight of his plea snakes it’s way into your mind, wrapping itself around your consciousness. Memories of that fateful day when Logan had to kill the one he loved has you faltering long enough to drop toward the floor,  giving Logan the opportunity to do what he must and shove his claws through you. Pain rips through your body, bringing you back to yourself, reigning in the insatiable rage you felt just moments ago.

“Logan,” you whisper, vision tingeing black at the edges.

Tears are streaming down his face as he clutches you tightly to his chest. His voice is hoarse, no louder than a murmur, repeating “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” over and over, until your vision goes completely dark and you hear no more.

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Prank Wars

Pairing: Logan Paul x reader

Word Count: 481 words

Warnings: None really. If you’re afraid of the ocean, maybe don’t read it. x

Request: I know you just made a Logan Paul writing, but I was hoping you could do another one with him playing a prank on you. Like what he did to Ayla. Anonymous
A/N It’s been a while since I received this request and I’m not sure what prank you mean - let’s face it, there’s a lot of them. But I tried making it fun. Also, how do you spell Brennan name? Is it like that or am I far off?

Originally posted by iammrbillabong

“Logan, are you kidding me?” you yell looking down at your suitcase. It’s your first day in Hawaii and you promised the other to teach them how to surf considering you grew up right next to the beach back in California. You’ve been surfing your whole life. But that doesn’t seem possible because your clothes are not in your suitcase. Instead, there are million of merch clothes. You’re all for being a Maverick but a girl needs her clothes. 

“Don’t you like the present? It’s a lifetime’s worth of Logan Paul merch,” he laughs high fiving Evan. 

“Does this mean I have no clothes of my own?” you ask a bit annoyed. Not the ideal way to start off your vacation. Logan puts his arms around and you involuntarily smile. You can never stay angry with Logan. 

“Your clothes are in my suitcase. I switch it before we left,” he whispers in your ear and you visibly relax. 

“Will you still teach me to surf?” he asks holding up the camera. You nod getting out Logan’s suitcase and changing into your bikini. It doesn’t take long to find a place that rents out surfboards so you start teaching them. Brennan is surprisingly good but Logan is about as elegant as a sea turtle. 

“I think it’s time to go in the water,” you say with a smile. The three boys head out but Chloe stays on the beach. 

“I think I’ll just watch,” she says getting ready to get a nice tan. You smile before running into the water. Brennan is already surfing though a little shaky. Logan is trying to get onto the board but you don’t spot Evan. 

“Logan, where’s Evan?” you ask paddling around with your arms while you lay on the board. You’re starting to get worried because these are some big waves and you need to know what you’re doing when you’re surfing in them. 

“He was here a second ago,” Logan replies looking around. This is when you start panicking. 

“Evan!” you call out. He’s like your brother and you’d never forgive yourself if anything happened to him. You call his name again but there’s no response. You dive trying to spot him but you can’t see him. 

“Logan, what the hell?” you say annoyed that he’s not as concerned as you. Suddenly Logan starts laughing and you kick off. 

“He’s your best friend, Logan. Why are you finding this funny?” you cry out and then Evan pops out of the water next to you. All the boys are laughing loudly as you realise that this is a prank.

“Are you joking?” you say looking around at the three of them, “I’m starting to get Chloe more and more.” You pout as Logan puts his arms around you. He’s so tall the water doesn’t even reach his chest. 

“You’re just too easy to prank, baby.”