the logan one

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I love shy Logan and sweet Roman cuddling and Roman encouraging Logan to tell him about his day no matter how nerdy or emotion-y it seems lol

Logan normally was not one for affection from the others.  He distanced himself easily, ignoring all of his emotions and opting for the recliner during movie nights.  So, for Roman to see the logical side standing in front of him with his head hung, having just asked if he could lay down with him…well, let’s just say Roman was very quick to seize the opportunity.  

Roman arranged Logan on himself easily, noting how Logan simply allowed him to drag him around.  Logan pulled his feet up and held onto the hand Roman put around his waist.  He tucked his head under the creative side’s chin, and oh goodness Roman had a very difficult time not making a mistake right then that would scare Logan right off his lap.  

“So…” Roman started, “what brought this on?”  He used his free hand to play with Logan’s hair.

“I dunno…” Logan mumbled.  The normally talkative side seemed reluctant now to say anything, and when Roman caught a glimpse of the blush on his face, he understood how embarrassing the need for attention had to be for him.

“What sort of nerdy things have you been up to, then?” Roman asked, pulling back Logan bangs and putting small, annoying little braids in them.  

Logan scoffed and shook his head.  “It’s not ‘nerdy’ Princey…”

“Oh, really?  What is it, then?”

“I’ve been analyzing the differences between species of animals based on the part of the world they are from…”  From there, Roman invited him to continue, and Roman ended up learning a lot more about ravens around the world than he ever thought he’d know.  It was so intriguing to watch Logan explain things, the way he repeated himself or stumbled over his words, and the way he voice raised when he got excited or amused.  

Roman watched him grow more and more comfortable with every word he spoke.  And with each of those words, Roman felt himself fall more and more in love.  Logan may have felt like this was embarrassing and awful, but Roman was so thankful that the logical side came to him.  God, he couldn’t wait for the day he could kiss the side falling asleep on him.  This was well needed for the both of them.

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The Wager - Part 4

Warnings: Sweet, awkward Logan

A/N: You guys Ben is killing me portraying Billy Russo (as seen above). I am debating updating Blood, Sex and Whiskey because I just feel bloody Punisher is going to drop this Friday and then I’ll be wrong about everything so until then the Wager Part 4 until I can figure out my ovaries and mental sanity

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He was different. You had come out to model each outfit, like he had asked, and each time you had been awarded with his half hooded eyes, his body molded into the soft cushions of the creme couch that housed him. He had stopped responding after the third outfit, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched you carefully. The girl’s who helped you dressed had shifted their mood  along with his – now they watched you dangerously. Apparently, all of them had been with Logan at one point or another. Apparently, they had all tried to get him to pursue more than a quick romp in the sack. Apparently, he had declined them all, not paying them any attention to them afterwards.

But then there was you.

They didn’t know what to make of the woman who had become Logan’s friend. The woman who had garnered his attention and was now having him drool over her while he bought her nice clothing.

They definitely didn’t believe you were both just friends.

By the time you had finished trying on the wardrobe of new outfits, Rachel had joined Logan on the couch, talking easily to him as she propped her head on her hand, elbow propped on the couch. He was relaxed now, his easy smile returning on his face as he chuckled lowly, his eyes flashing to you the moment you left the dressing room.

You had returned to your original outfit, the mishmash of a fall non brand look that you were sure cost a total of $50. Didn’t matter to Logan, however. His eyes still drank you eagerly as you walked to him slowly, that same dark look flashing across his face despite present company. 

You weren’t sure what to make of  this changed behavior. 

“Y/N you simply have to come back and model for me. Do you know how many women bought outfits that you’re getting just because of how you looked in them? You’re a walking advertisement.” Rachel’s voice cuts through your thoughts and you laugh, shaking your head as you shale your hair out of the ponytail it was in.

“I don’t know about that,” you manage, ruffling your tendrils. “But it was fun to model in your clothing. Didn’t realize all the cheap shit I was buying until just now. I mean, I’ll still wear the cheap stuff but I have a new found appreciation for cashmere.”

Rachel laughs, standing up and placing her hand softly on your right shoulder.

“Well the clothes are on me. I made double my sale quota and I have a feeling you’re the reason for it.”

“Rachel I can’t possibly-“

She holds up her hand, shaking her head.

“Don’t you dare deny me this. Consider it a gift, if not from me than from Logan. And besides, you got him to stay completely silent for an hour without taking your clothes off in front him. I think that might be a record - it’s the quietest I’ve ever seen him in front of a beautiful woman.”

You both glance at Logan, who had been watching the interaction in curiosity and was now trying to cover the bright blush gracing his face. He chuckles, placing his hands on his knees and standing up slowly.

“I think we’ve outlived our welcome here, Rachel. I’ll let Juliet know that you said hi.”

He places his hand on the small of your back, drawing you closer to him.

“We got plans for this evening so if you don’t mind, I’m going to steal my dear friend back.”

There it was again. That specific term used to define your relationship. You knew that Logan cared about you – you just didn’t realize how much. He had never let on.

Rachel catches the small endearment too and quirks an eyebrow before replying,

“Didn’t realize that she was such a dear friend. Makes me feel like I’m just chopped liver.”

Logan rolls his eyes, though a smile still plays against his lips as he begins to usher you out of the store.

“You’re basically like another sister Rachel so take that for what it is.” He throws over his shoulders and your left with her laugh before you’re entering the cool autumn air of New York. His town car is parked patiently in front of the store as pedestrians bustle past you and Logan. He’s looking down at his phone, his fingers quickly texting something before he glances up at you, a devious smile on his lips.

“So you have two options at this point.”

You raise an eyebrow as he finishes.

“With the bet. You have two options. We can try to make this four o’clock showing of A Tinder Affair,” you snort at the way he strains through the title, “Or you could choose any older rom com movie of your choice and we can watch it at my place. Note that if you watch it at my place there’d be dinner, all the booze you can drink and if you get too tipsy a guest bed you can sleep in.”

He watches your carefully as you raise your eyebrows, debating between the two options.

“….this isn’t a ploy to get into my pants?” you finally ask curtly and he laughs, stuffing his hands back into his pockets as he shakes his head.

“God no. I told you – this day was all about you. Besides,” he inches closer to you, bending down so he’s closer to your face. “If I wanted to get in your pants didn’t matter what we did next or where we were at. Surely Rachel’s little helpers let you know that.”

He wiggles his eyebrows and you give a light laugh, but half of you is hurt. Why was it that he’d make moves on young, naïve idiots but he couldn’t gather the courage to even kiss you? Were you reading all of his singles incorrectly and projecting your own desires onto the situation?

Perhaps this was just a wager and he wanted to stay friends? You know you need to respond some way by the unsure way he’s looking at you so you finally mutter out, 

“Okay, okay. Then let’s do dinner and a movie at your place.”

He gives you a knowing smile, before he throws his arm over your shoulder and begins shuffling you toward the town car.

“Perfect. Andres will take you back to your loft in Brooklyn. I’m gonna take a cab home – need to stop off someplace first. See you at, let’s call it 7?”

“You’re dumping me?” you respond and he chuckles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Just need to make some last minute arrangements. I promise you, it’ll be worth it.”

His lips linger on your forehead and you can’t help but wrap your arms around him, inhaling his scent. There was something about being wrapped in him that made you feel safe. Made you feel like you had a home.

It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in a while and it always came up when you were around him.

The gesture takes him off guard and he stiffens, causing you to instantly pull away afraid that you’ve over crossed your bounds.

“Sorry, I just wanted to thank you for such a great time today…I’ll head off…” you turn on your heels, mumbling your apology, trying to cover the embarrassment sweeping over your body.

He doesn’t let you.

His hand shoots out to grab your arm, snagging your attention as your eyes shoot back to his. His chocolate irises are watching you, that same intensity from earlier in the kitchen flashing against something else. Then someone bumps into him and you’re both drawn back to the present as he clears his throat.

“You never have to apologize for hugging me Y/N. You can have me however you like…” he frowns, shaking his head before releasing your arm and taking a step back.

“I have to go – text me when you’re on the way.”

Then he turns on his heels, losing himself in the crowd.

“What the fuck is going on…” you mumble to yourself, before shaking your head and getting into the car.


The bowl falling snaps him from his thoughts. He mutters to himself, picking up the round metal before placing it back on the counter. He had been intent on finishing the meal before you showed up, though thanks to a lot of delays he knew that wasn’t going to happen. The lady at the deli took too long to give him his rack of lamb, he had to return the two wine bottles he ordered because they were the wrong year and the cab driver he had taken home had intentionally kept him in traffic for a better fare.

This paired with showering and clearing up the area, making sure that your favorite flowers were delivered had him incredibly behind. 

Now he was scrambling around his kitchen, his dark burgundy button up pulled up to his sleeves as he tried to prepare the elaborate dish that earlier had made so much sense in his head.

Perhaps it was a bit too much. The leg of lamb, the poached potatoes, the rich souffle. But he wanted you to have the best.

You deserved the best.

He knew he was in trouble after watching you model outfit after outfit, the same happy smile dancing on your lips as you twirled in each outfit. Knew he was in trouble when you wrapped your arms around him outside Rachel’s shop, the smell of your shampoo and perfume intermingling – intoxicating him. Knew he was in trouble when you tried to pull away and he wanted nothing more than to bring you back to him and kiss you until you were weak in the knees.

Rachel had been right.

“You could tell her how you feel.” She said while the both of them waited for you to change. He had leaned back in the cushions, his head thrown back as he kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.

“I’m broken Rachel.” He finally says moments later and Rachel places her hand on his shoulder, shaking her head.

“We’re all broken Logan. We’re all broken until someone finds us and shows us that for all of our brokenness we’re worth it. I see the way you both look at each other. It’s that special spark. She see’s past all those walls that you’ve built up and sees you,” she pokes at his chest and he huffs, rolling his head to her. “You have to believe that if she see’s something in you, maybe it’s not to be ignored.”

“I already told you. I’m not good enough for her.”

Rachel rolls her eyes.

“You’re right. You’re not. But sometimes that doesn’t matter. Sometimes the universe is kind to you and places someone right in front of you whether you deserve it or not. It’s up to you on whether or not you should make a move.”

Logan nods, before shaking his head.

“I just don’t want to ever disappoint her.”

Rachel gives a soft smile.

“And because of that you never will.”

It had been rolling in the back of his mind since he had left Rachel, wondering if she had been right. Should he risk your friendship for something more? Or should he do what he had always chosen to do and play it safe?

All of his instincts said the latter because he always fucked up things when it came to his emotions. But another small part of him, the part that so desperately wanted to make you happy and to be the reason for that happiness, believed otherwise.

The rhythmic knock on the door that could only distinctly be you broke him of his thoughts as he finished checking the meat and he sighed, untying his apron and pulling it over his head. He checked himself in the mirror one more time, wiping sweaty palms on his jeans before taking one last breath and opening the door.

You were looking down on your phone, smiling to yourself wearing the sundress he had requested you wear, left on your bed after you had tried it on earlier that day. You had pulled your hair back, wisps of hair coming astray in light curls and he felt his chest implode with something.

Not lust. Something else more tender. Something else he refused to acknowledge.

“I see that you got my gift.” He smiles at you and your head snaps up, that smile still planted on it.

“My, my, don’t you clean up nice.” You smile and despite his best effort, he can’t help but blush. He covers it up by rubbing the back of his neck, shaking his head and standing aside.

“Come in. Please.”

You nod, moving past him and he catches the faint linger of perfume, soft vanilla and tries to bite back the internal groan. He wants to get lost in you.

“Logan…” you breathe out taking in the setting. He had set the lighting low, candles strewn about. The dinner table set with the most lighting, your favorite flowers adorning the full set table. A chilled bottle of wine sat aside, the faint music of Sabrina Claudio drifting in the air.

He had asked his sister Juliet how he should impress you and though she giggled and teased she didn’t prod as she talked her older brother through a romantic evening. She was curious but figured it would come up in time. This whole day had turned him into someone even he didn’t recognize and he didn’t know what to make of it. 

“Would you like a glass of wine? Its you’re favorite, a rich Malbec from Argentina.” he asks, watching your reaction with intention and you give a soft nod as he brushes past you, grabbing the bottle and starts to twist it open. The cork smoothly slides out of the glass container with a single pop and he pours two bottles of glasses with finesse. He catches the way you watch him with awe before you finally let out,

“Logan this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He chuckles, handing you the glass before raising it.

“That’s because no one has treated you like the woman you deserve princess.”

You raise an eyebrow but don’t challenge him as you clink your glass against his before you both take a sip. When you finish your drink you ask,

“So now I’m your princess? Graduated from your dear friend to this?”

He walks toward you, brushing a strand of your hair from your eyes before his hand lingers on your face.

“You’ve always been my princess Y/N.” he whispers, his calloused fingers rubbing against your cheek and your face falls into his touch, your eyelids fluttering close.

“God you’re so beautiful.”

The admission takes you both off guard as your eyes snap open, looking back at him. Your lips part open, your breathing hitched and all he can think about is bending down to taste your lips, to get his hands lost in your hair as he draws you closer to him.

Instead, the oven alarm goes off and you’re both taken off guard as the light chime feels the apartment air.

“I should get that.” He mumbles, hesitantly pulling away before striding to the oven. He takes a large swig of his wine, shaking his head.

He had to figure his shit out or he wasn’t going to make it through this evening alive.

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Not So Picture Perfect || Kian Lawley Imagine (Requested)

“Literally all I want to do is go home. I really don’t want to be here,” I told Callie as I worked on the gym elliptical.

“What, why? You love the gym. What’s wrong?”

“Kian flies out with Jc and Dom today for the second half of the tour and won’t be back for 3 weeks.”

“Okay, I know you love him, but it’s only 3 ½ weeks. They will fly by, especially with Maya’s birthday party and Ricky’s “I Hit One Million” Bash.”

Even though I hate to admit it, she was right. It’s just 3 lousy weeks and with the technology we have today, it will be like he never left. 

“Fuck, you’re right. Did you know I hate that about you?”

“Yeah and I love you too, beyotch. Call me later, okay?”

“Alright, bye.”

I finished my 90 minute workout and headed home to see Kian for the last few hours. I grabbed my gym bag and unlocked the door to see Kian’s suitcases against the wall. I let out a sigh and called out to him.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” he yelled back. When he came into my view, I saw that he was on the phone.

“Yeah, Dude. I’ll be there in about an hour. Okay. Bye”

I gave him a confused look,”I thought your flight was at 10 tonight.”

“It was, but there was a screw up with the airline and our flight is 4:40 now.” I looked at the clock behind him and it read 1:27 pm.

“So that means you have to leave now,” I said defeated.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Baby.”

“No it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Did you need me to drive you?”

“I don’t need you to, but I definitely want you to,” he said as he embraced me. 

I helped him load his bags into the car and hopped in. I couldn’t help but think that i wouldn’t have moments like this for 3 fucking weeks. I hated it, but Kian loves his fans and would do anything for them. I would never stand between that.

After what seemed like the shortest ride in history, we pulled up to his terminal. Jc and Dom were already out there waiting for us and I helped unload Kian’s things. We stood there for what felt like forever, just holding each other.

“Ugh, ew! Come on already, Vitaly’s inside!” JC whined beside us. Kian and I decided to gross him out even more and started tongue battling each other.

“God! Didn’t you guys do enough of that before he left?!” asked Dom.

“We actually didn’t,” I said to Kian, looking kind of amused. 

“Well this is going to be one uncomfortable flight,” he joked.

“Speaking of flight, we gotta catch ours!” JC said.

“Fuuuck, I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know, but I’ll be back soon, okay.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“I will, I’ll call you when we land,” he said running into the airport.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said to myself.

When I arrived back to our place I was finally able to take a well needed shower. When I was done, I ordered food off of Postmates and caught up on ‘Are You The One?’ I really hated being here without Kian, but I had to remind myself that I did it during the first half and was (somewhat) fine.

My phone started to ring and I got excited when I saw that it was Kian calling.

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Baby. How are you?”

“Lonely. How was the flight?”

“Pretty good. Some kid threw up though, which made Dom almost throw up.”

“Ew, but kinda awesome, haha.” Our conversation didn’t last long due to the fact that he had a long day tomorrow and it was late where he was.

I decided that it was time for me to go to bed as well and try to not be so bleh.

The next few days were getting easier and easier. Almost two weeks have already passed and Maya’s birthday party was a great distraction. I hear from Kian every night and every night I miss him more. Tonight is Ricky’s bash and I’m really excited. I took me like 4 hours to get ready, but I was almost done. I was applying the last bit of makeup when my phone buzzed. 

I heard Callie come in and we naturally had to capture this moment. 

That night was complete blast. I can’t stress how proud I am of Ricky T for reaching over one million youtube subscribers. Callie and I finally got back to my place and I was about to take a shower when my phone started to ring.

“Hey, I saw your Snap. You look beautiful, how was the party?”

“It was really fun, but tiring. How’s the tour going?”

“It’s good! The fans are amazing, the closer I get to coming home, the more anxious I get to be with you.”

“*Sigh* I can’t wait for you to come back.”

“I know me either, but I’ll let you get some rest and I’ll do the same. Sweet dreams, Babe.”

“You too, Kian. Good night.”

The next few days were quite boring, but Kian comes home in a little over a week and I’m so happy! I had been trying to reach him for the last few hours now, but he wasn’t picking up. I finally gave up on him and tried calling JC, but it was too loud to hold a conversation. My last resort was Vitaly who evidently was asleep and didn’t know anything.

I realized that this was the first night Kian hadn’t called me and I got a sort of uneasy feeling in my stomach. I quickly shook it off and decided to go to bed. 

It was about 7:15 am when I was woken up by the constant vibration of my phone. After about 2 solid minutes, I groggily turn over and check what it is. I see that it is a bunch of Twitter notifications and I decided to open them. I see an assload of pictures of Jc with some random girl wither ass out, but that’s when I see it.

“What the fuck?” I say to myself as I read the tweets. I feel my heart drop as I see my boyfriend cradling another girl’s ass. I immediately decide to call him and of course it goes straight to voicemail. 

Over the course of the next 9 days, I didn’t leave the house. Ricky and Callie came over to keep me company, but I just wanted to be alone. Kian tried calling every 5 minutes, except when he was on stage, but I ignored all of them. Even the rest of the boys were trying to contact me, but I only talked to Vitally since he wasn’t there that night. He tried to get me to talk about it, but knowing that he would relay it all to Kian, I just changed the subject. 

So many people were talking about what happened, even Kian’s ex Andrea. All I could do at this point is cry and look at old photos of Kian and I. 

Kian comes back tomorrow and I had to make a hasty decision. I was in the middle of my thoughts when my phone vibrated over and over again. I thought I shut that fucker off. I go look at it and I see it is the man of the hour once again.

I can’t help but smile a little bit as I cry even harder now. Is it worth letting go? Is it worth staying? Then he said it. 

Those words made my decision so much easier.