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[andy-15-07]

I LOVED your John Logan fic!! Could you do something where the reader’s car breaks down and Logan has to go help her? Thank you!!!!!!

Roadside Rescue

Pairing: John Logan  x Reader

Word Count: 1154

Request open!

Off campus masterlist

The first thing John noticed was the time.

The second thing he noticed was your text.

car died. i’m on the side of campus road near the library. don’t panic

John stared at the message for a full second, then immediately stood up from the couch.

Garrett looked over. “What happened?”

John was already reaching for his keys. “Her car broke down.”

Garrett blinked. “That’s it?”

“That’s enough.”

He was out the door before Garrett could say another word.

The drive felt longer than it should have. John kept one hand on the wheel and the other tapping against it, jaw tight, eyes scanning the road as if he could somehow get there faster by force of will alone. Your text had not sounded panicked, but John knew you. If you were telling him not to panic, you were probably already trying to be brave about something annoying and stressful.

And that made him worry more.

When he finally spotted your car, he exhaled hard through his nose.

You were standing near the hood with your arms wrapped around yourself, looking mildly annoyed and very much too calm for someone whose car had just given up on her. The second you saw his truck, your face softened with relief.

John parked, got out, and shut the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.

You smiled weakly. “Hi.”

He came straight to you. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He gave you a look.

You sighed. “Okay, I’m not thrilled.”

“Car?”

“Dead.”

He glanced at the hood. “You try anything?”

“I popped it open and stared at it angrily, if that counts.”

A laugh escaped him before he could stop it. Then his expression softened again, because you were standing there with cold hands and tired eyes and trying very hard to pretend this was not a big deal.

“Where were you going?”

“Back to the house.”

“From?”

You hesitated. “The store.”

John’s brow furrowed. “You walked to the store?”

“I needed milk.”

He looked at you like you were insane. “You called me for that?”

“I didn’t call you for milk.”

“You should have.”

You crossed your arms. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

John stared at you for a second, then stepped closer and took your hands in his. “That’s not bothering me.”

Your face softened, and that made the cold air between you feel a little less miserable.

“I know,” you said quietly. “I just didn’t want to make a thing out of it.”

John squeezed your fingers once. “Too late.”

You laughed despite yourself, then immediately winced because the evening wind was sharp enough to make your nose sting.

He noticed. Of course he did.

“Come here,” he said.

You blinked. “I am here.”

He tugged you closer anyway, letting his jacket fall around your shoulders before you could argue. It was warm from being in his truck, and the smell of him settled around you immediately.

You looked down at it, then up at him. “You’re giving me your jacket?”

“I’m not letting you freeze.”

“You’re going to be cold.”

“I’m not the one standing by a broken car.”

That earned him a smile, small but real. He liked that smile a little too much, and he knew it.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “Did you call roadside assistance?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“They said someone’s coming.”

John nodded once. “Good.”

You watched him for a second. “You don’t have to stay.”

He gave you a flat look. “I know.”

“John.”

“You really think I’m leaving you here alone?”

You looked at the darkening sky, then back at him. “It’s not exactly the middle of nowhere.”

“It’s still not happening.”

You sighed, but it came out softer this time. “You’re very stubborn.”

“That’s because I’m right.”

He leaned around you to pop the hood, then peered in with the expression of a man who had no formal training but plenty of confidence. You watched him with growing amusement as he stared at the engine like it had personally offended him.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Looking.”

“At what?”

“I don’t know yet.”

You snorted. “That is not reassuring.”

John glanced at you. “Do you want reassurance, or do you want me to pretend I know something about cars?”

“I want both.”

He huffed a laugh and shut the hood again. “The battery looks old.”

“You can tell that by looking at it?”

“No.”

“You are making that up.”

“A little.”

You laughed, and he smiled because he’d done what he came to do: make you stop looking so stressed.

A few minutes later, roadside assistance called to say they were ten minutes away. John stood beside you with one shoulder against your car, his hand still occasionally brushing your arm like he was checking you were okay without making a whole production of it.

When the tow truck finally pulled up, he turned to you. “You want me to wait?”

You looked at him. “You’ve already been waiting.”

“I mean for the ride.”

You considered it. “You don’t have to.”

“I know.”

He said it gently this time, with that little tilt of his mouth that always meant he was offering, not insisting.

So you nodded. “Okay.”

John opened the passenger side door of his truck for you and waited while you climbed in, then shut it behind you and got in on the driver’s side. For a second, neither of you spoke.

Then you looked over and said, “Thank you.”

He started the truck. “For what?”

“For coming.”

John turned the heater up before answering. “Always.”

You smiled, softer now, and looked out the window for a second to hide it.

The drive back was quiet in the nicest way. John kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting near the center console, and after a minute you reached over and slid your fingers into his.

He glanced at you, then at your hand, then back at the road, but his thumb moved once over your knuckles in a way that told you he was just as happy about it as you were.

When you got back to the house, John walked you inside first, checked that you were warm, and only then went back outside to deal with the car situation.

You stood in the doorway watching him for a second before he looked back and caught you.

“What?” he called.

You smiled. “Nothing.”

He gave you a suspicious look. “That usually means something.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “You’re just really good at this.”

John’s expression softened right away. “At what?”

You tightened his jacket around yourself and said, “Taking care of me.”

That made him go quiet for just a second.

Then he gave you that familiar, warm little smile and said, “Yeah. I know.”

And this time, he looked like he meant he’d do it again anytime you needed him to.

[everythingfox]

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[lazaefair]

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[mirasmohan]

⋆｡°✩ have you ever tried this one? ✩°｡⋆

part 3 of the short 'n sweet series:

ALEX NILSEN (PWMOV) x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, penetrative sex, breeding but not really, awkward communication (authors fault)

no one can blame you for wanting your boyfriend, right?

this is what you tell yourself as you clamber over alex where he's reading on the bed, pushing your head against his hand so he lifts his book for you to duck under it.

"do you need something?” he asks. it's a stiff question but he's not frustrated at all, a smile playing on his lips and through his eyes.

"you," you say plainly, nosing the crook of his neck. there, you can feel the way his pulse jumps at the contact, and he sets his book down to rest a hand on your waist.

"yeah?" he breathes. "how so?"

it's so easy to forget this part of alex, stoic and repressed as he can be, but there's something fiercer that breaks through that even-keeled (if anxious) exterior when he's...well, when he's horny.

"don't care," you start as he guides you both to sit and presses kisses over the line of your jaw, leaving your mouth open to talk.

on review, though, you do care - you've wanted him all morning and have had time to think about this. he drags his teeth just barely over the tendon in your neck, momentarily chasing all of your best laid plans from your head.

"want you over me," you force out through the cloud of pleasure quickly descending on your brain. "wanna feel...you like that."

alex hums and taps your hip so you turn in his lap, starting to undo the button of your jean shorts.

"what are you doing?"

he's not one to ignore what you want and especially not without telling you why first, so there has to be a good reason that this doesn't seem to be headed in the direction you assumed it would - primarily, down to lay on the bed.

"i'm gonna finger you first," he says, like he's telling you he's headed to the grocery store. the simplicity of it turns something off in your brain, every thought you've ever had dissolving into fog.

"oh," you reply. he smiles - though you can't see him, you can feel the shift of his cheek where it's against your head.

"is that okay with you?"

it's a semi-rhetorical question. on one hand, he's already nudging his fingers into your panties and through slick folds with a choked-back groan. on the other, you know he does want a reply. you'll give him one, the second you recover any thoughts that aren't related to the way he's swirling his pointer finger oh-so-slowly around your clit.

"sweetheart," he starts.

"yes, oh, it's fine with me," you manage.

his hand shifts just to cup your pussy for a second; the warmth and the way it covers you completely makes you squirm. alex doesn't comment on that. he lets you wriggle under the arm he has banded around your waist, and just when you have the mind to complain about the stillness, he eases two long, deft fingers into you. the breach coaxes twin groans out of you both, and the angle this position puts alex's hand at means that his fingers all but have to crook perfectly into that gummy, elusive spot on your insides. the way he starts to move is less an in-and-out and more of a slow undulation, the byproduct of which is an insistent grind of the heel of his hand on your clit. the coupling of this with the skilled prod of his fingers has you scrambling up to a gentle peak. alex noses your temple.

"come on," he murmurs, his lips dry and hot against your cheekbone. his own desire is poking you in the back, but if it's at all uncomfortable for him, he doesn't mention it. "want you to come on my hand, come on. you're doing so good, baby, please-"

and maybe he says something after this, but you go tumbling head first into your orgasm and the world goes buzzy for a moment. alex works you down and through the aftershocks before withdrawing his hand. though you're still sitting with your back to his chest, the obscene sound of him licking your euphoria of his fingers is almost too audible with his mouth right by your ear.

"we can stop now," he murmurs while you catch your breath. "if you've had enough, we can just cuddle."

his clean hand has snuck under your top and is gliding over your side almost absently, comforting and slow. fortunately, especially for the way he's still rock hard against your back, nothing sounds worse than stopping right now.

"still want you," you say, twisting to kiss him.

he cups your face to ease the awkward angle and kisses back, letting you clamber around to face him without somehow lifting your lips from his. when you fumble his belt open and work him out of the khakis he's inexplicably wearing on this beach vacation, he breaks the kiss with an absolutely shattered moan.

"careful, or i'm going to need to stop," he says, voice strained. he tries to deliver it as a joke but you can tell he's just a few touches from falling apart, and that sends a refreshed wave of want through your body.

"how did you want to do this?" he asks while you try to wrest his shirt from his body.

"want you over me, against my back," you say, running your hands over his chest. "like all your weight, i wanna feel...that."

alex's brow creases. "i don't want to hurt you."

the concerned, hesitant way he says it has you going even more pliant than before. he's caught between his and your clear need, his own desire to not deny you (really ever), and the constant anxiety that runs under his every move. you kiss him, soft and sweet and slow.

"you won't. i'll tell you if something doesn't feel good, i swear."

as it turns out, it's a complete non-necessity. having alex pressed deep in you from behind combined with the crush of his body has stars sparking in your vision, and if the sounds he's making in your ear are any indication, he feels the same. he's not even really pulling back, just rutting and rolling his hips against yours in a way that keeps you constantly, mind-numbingly full. it's easy to forget how big he is, with the...everything else about him, but he never fails to remind you in moments like these.

"alex," you whine. "alex, alex, please!"

he groans and pauses at the end of his motion. your head spins.

"you're close?" he asks.

when you nod, you can feel the sweat and drool on the sheets under your head. "want you to come...oh, fuck! inside, please!"

the sound he makes is almost animalistic -- it's not as though you both make a practice of using condoms; you're both clean and he can't get you pregnant, but this is the first time you've outright asked for it and it seems to do the trick for him, judging by the way his hips snap deep and hard.

"gonna fill you up," he mumbles. "gonna give...you want you want."

he makes good on that promise with a twist of his hips that has you tumbling over right with him. you both just lay there for a moment, the rise and fall of your breaths simultaneous.

"alex?" you say after a moment.

"yes?"

"this wasn't bad for your back, right?"

he raises one trembling hand and flicks your temple. "shut up."

[lliveonthesunn]

every other week, my mom would make a giant pot of vegetable soup. she'd pack half of it in a tupperware and take it to her best friend's house. they both had three kids whose ages aligned. they'd lock us out of the house and go through each room, finding every piece of dirty laundry and then spend the afternoon keeping the washer and dryer running, folding and putting away each load while gossiping.

every alternate week, her best friend would come to our house with a tupperware full of chicken spaghetti. they'd stick us in front of a tv with a stack of disney vhs tapes and go through each room, finding every dirty dish, and then spend the afternoon at the kitchen sink, washing each dish by hand while gossiping.

it wasn't always soup and spaghetti and laundry and dishes. but it was almost always a meal and a chore. here is a night you don't have to cook dinner. here is a chore you can cross off your list. and here is a day you don't have to spend alone. because really food and friendship and a feeling of accomplishment are what we all need most.

[the-big-mood]

Nokia was so futuristic

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

As much as I make fun of Percy for being down bad from day one what I really love is that he truly thinks this is regular friend behaviour. He’s unleashing his inner wattpad mafia boss for Annabeth, has her picture on his mirror, promises he’d burn down Olympus for her, seems offended there’s ‘another’ boyfriend and thinks it is purely platonic. And the best part is Percy is such a loverboy in all meanings of the world that that genuinely is understandable because he is simultaneously going to the sea of monsters for Grover, having Grover’s picture on his mirror, telling Grover he looks beautiful in a wedding dress, embracing Grover like the husband he presumed missing at sea and being so soulmated to his best friend that they dream together.

[titaniafane]

Something that always baffles me when reading The Mark of Athena is when Annabeth mentions that she has to overcompensate just to be acknowledged as smart outside of her looks. And the same thing shows up in the TV series.

Because when you actually think about it, Annabeth Chase’s intelligence is not just “Athena kid = booksmart.” That’s such a shallow way to frame it.

Annabeth has dyslexia and ADHD, which in the demigod universe are literally neurological traits wired for battle. And she doesn’t just cope with them—she weaponizes them.

Her intelligence is layered:

• She can read and study despite dyslexia. That already takes an insane level of determination and adaptation.

• She can design strategies on the fly in the middle of life-or-death situations.

• She anticipates problems before they even happen.

• She reads environments, architecture, and enemy behavior like a tactical blueprint.

That’s not just academic intelligence. That’s strategic intelligence, spatial intelligence, and predictive thinking all working together.

Annabeth isn’t just the “smart girl.” She’s the kind of person whose brain is constantly running simulations in the background.

Like sure, she reads a lot. But the real scary part about her intelligence is that she can walk into a situation and in seconds her brain is already calculating:

• terrain

• enemy weaknesses

• escape routes

• structural vulnerabilities

• long-term consequences

And she’s doing that while fighting monsters.

So when people reduce Annabeth to just “booksmart” or “wiseass” it’s honestly wild because her mind works more like a battlefield strategist than a stereotypical academic prodigy.

She’s not just smart.

She’s the kind of smart that wins wars.

[anxiety0-0]

Okay but you cant tell me that percy wouldnt starts spiraling when he notices how possessive he is so he backs off. Maybe someone makes a joke about him being an octopus with how much hes wrapped around her or notices everytime their in the water hes like what happens if we just dont leave and just live here together underwater. Annabeth starts spiraling because shes like oh hes acting different hes changed his mind about loving me just like everyone else.

They’re so miscommunication trope unfortunately

But yeah, Percy is already so incredibly guilty about giving into his wants. Nevermind when someone calls (playfully) him out on it. My guy is spiraling the second he thinks about it too hard. This man internalizes his thoughts like no tomorrow. One of the campers compares him to an octopus? Be ready for him to immediately start detaching and thinking he’s holding Annabeth next to him against her will and she’s too nice to say anything about it. His instincts want him to keep her underwater forever? How dare he impose his wants on top of Annabeth’s future, nevermind that he’d also be putting her where she’s inherently disadvantaged.

Annabeth on the other hand is on the verge of tearing up every time Percy starts drifting away from her. Is she not good enough? Why has he changed? Did she do something wrong? That girl is overthinking it to hell and back, over analyzing her every move. Her abandonment issues are flaring up like hell because damn it she’s not gonna lose someone else to lack of interest. Is she gonna tell Percy any of this? Ha, you’re so funny, absolutely not. That would mean admitting that she’s still prone to panicking and she told Percy that it was getting better. Instead she’s gonna try to fix the issue without ever communicating because surely she can figure it out

This in turn feeds into Percy’s concern of stressing her out so he distances himself more which causes Annabeth to panic more. It’s a vicious cycle. Usually it’s broken by one of them breaking down and asking what they did wrong or their friends go “damn you guys need to communicate” and locks them in a room together

[abitlikemercury]

I don't know what I love more: Sophie having the cheek the nerve the gall the audacity and the gumption to basically tell Benedict "You make me too horny, you must leave your own house" OR Benedict responding with "You're absolutely right and I am so sorry, I'll go pack my shit"

[blitzocrowleysversion]

he said "yes ma'am im so sorry, queen ill be outta here in 5, sorry to inconvenience you babe"

[softdomsworld]

being dominant about consent

“look at me.”

“you don’t get quiet when something’s wrong. you use your words. i need to hear you.”

“does this feel good, sweetheart? tell me.”

“i won’t guess. you’ll guide me. that’s how this works.”

“may i touch you here?”

“if you hesitate, i stop. immediately.”

“i want your yes. not your silence.”

“say it clearly for me. green, yellow, or red.”

“good girl. that’s it. always tell me.”

“you trust me because i make it safe to.”

“i’m in control, but you are never powerless.”

“if it stops being good for you, it stops. no questions. no disappointment.”

“your comfort is not optional.”

“you’re mine to guide, not to harm.”

“now come here. and tell me exactly what you want.”

[transcientgfdboi]

😣😣this makes me a little emotional

[lqjaeger]

I feel like jason todd with a shy gf is just him constantly being torn between doing everything that makes you uncomfortable for you and encouraging you to try it yourself because he doesn’t want your worries to control your life

Like imagine him taking you out to dinner and you really want to ask your waiter if you can substitute something in your meal but the thought alone is making your heart race and meanwhile jason is fighting an internal battle worse than any villain he’s ever been up against. Because on one hand he hates seeing you so worried about something so small and he literally just wants to fix everything for you BUT on the other hand he knows this is a great opportunity to get you out of your shell..

And even worse if you wont ask him for help so now he has to watch you suffer in silence but he’s ALSO suffering bc he can’t decide if he should just give you a little push to do it yourself or if he should step in as your hero and take care of it for you

Sometimes he gives in, sometimes he doesn’t.

But God forbid he finally works you up to handle it yourself and the waiter isn’t as friendly to you as they should be or something else goes wrong bc now he has to make ANOTHER tough decision about whether he should chew them out (and embarrass you further in the process) or let it go and focus on comforting you instead. Decisions decisions…

[stickandthorn]

I think most of Adolescence is quite good, some parts of the actual online content were handled clumsily, when they were brought up in depth at all, but overall I think it was a very well made show that was pretty groundbreaking in centering the issue of right wing manosphere incel adjacent online indoctrination of young boys on a platform as big as Netflix. However, the actual content of the show wasn’t necessarily groundbreaking, if you’ve been paying attention to the internet or news recently you know very well everything this show has to say. We’ve been saying this shit. We know.

However, the one part of the show that actually did feel kind of groundbreaking content wise was episode 3, where the psychologist interviews Jamie for the whole episode. I’ve worked in childcare over the last few years, specifically a lot with 9-14 year old nerdy often somewhat socially isolated boys from well off areas. So, a very ripe demographic for this shit to pop up in. The way they portrayed Jamie felt so raw and accurate in a way I’ve never seen before, and a way I think it’s incredibly important for people to see. The subtle ways his misogyny began to rise to the surface, and then lash out all at once, because he knows he needs to hide the depths of his hatred for women, but it still governs his actions.

One of the things that stood out to me especially (amongst many) was the way Jamie tried to wield power. When he wanted power over the psychologist, wanted power in the situation, he behaved in the way a man behaves to control a woman- screaming and throwing things and trying to scare her. As soon as he needs something from her though, as soon as he realizes what her assessment will do to him, and what her ending the session means, he behaves like a child does to an adult. He cries and begs and weeps. Jamie might be 13 but he knows when to switch, because a lot of this online indoctrination is not as brutal and clumsy as you think it is. I’ve dealt with this exact kind of thing myself. 13 is not too young for boys to be indoctrinated this throughly, and I’m glad this show is spelling that out so plainly.

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[skellybonesandtrees]

The pettiness is just 👌😂

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

Sound on! Sound on!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[hiramslodge]

does your car have a name ?

yes (please tell me what it is)

no (why not?)

Voting ended onFeb 23

if you don’t have a car your alternate form of transport can count too !! please tell me your bike’s name

my beautiful pink vw bitchmobile is named serafina after the fancy cat from barbie princess and the pauper :)