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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

“Kinda,” Leah nodded earnestly, forgetting entirely to keep up any sort of act. Or perhaps her subconscious made sure she didn’t. She wanted to be genuine, wanted there to be no pretense, but something about Logan made her feel like she ought to keep it up. Perhaps it was what she thought he wanted, or at least… that type of guy. She’d spent more time than she liked to admit recently mulling over just what kind of guy Logan was, and though she did a good job of denying it to herself, Leah knew deep down it was because some part of her had started caring. Funny, that. It seemed all one had to do was bend her over a car.

She’d barely had time to react – to Logan’s words, to the memory that flashed instinctively in her mind – before Logan’s touch made the mere impulse of her retort die at the back of her throat, squeezed into nonexistence by the quickening of her pulse. The smile on her lips was impossible to control, unsteadied only by the pleasant shiver that ran down her spine as Logan’s breath danced around the curve of her ear. His touch, his proximity, awakened memories of similar sensations on other parts of her body, and it took a lot of willpower for Leah to clear her mind of them. Gently she put a hand on his chest, the better to edge him back. But only a little. Only enough that their eyes could meet. “A bit presumptuous of you to assume I’m gonna abandon my date like that,” she half-teased, eyes not leaving his as she tried her hardest to hide how fast her heart was beating. It was weird – from afar, it was difficult to look at him, but up close like that… Leah couldn’t stop.

This isn’t a common occurrence for him. Logan doesn’t make a habit of stealing women from their dates. It’s far too messy, has way too much drama attached to it, and half the time he doesn’t much care. There’s nothing extensive to many (all) of his relationships — it’s just sex. Just something to help him unwind and blow off stream. Something that helps him relieve stress. And yet. Here he is, finding himself in front of, and drawn to, the same woman. Time and time again. It’s dangerous is what it is. Logan knows that. Can feel that flight response deep in the pit of his stomach stirring.

Logan doesn’t fight the soft push, allowing Leah to edge him back. Truth be told he wants to look at her, watches to catalog and watch every twitch and tick of her facial features. The smile she houses turns his own that much sharper. There’s a small glint in the corner of his eye, one that promises something intense. “Is it, though?” he questions, an air of confidence to his words. His smile turns lopsided, a kind of sideways grin as his grip on her hip tightens a fraction before relaxing again. “Is it a bit presumptuous of me to assume that we’re both going to get out of here so we can do something far more fun?”

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

Though that same tension from before crept back into the air, crawled through atoms and molecules almost too weak to support it, Leah couldn’t take her eyes off Logan’s this time. If she did, she’d have to acknowledge Kyle standing by her side, and while a pang of guilt echoed through her gut, she found that she simply didn’t want to do that. Until, of course, Logan himself forced her to. She stepped aside when they shook hands and introduced themselves, positioning herself almost between them, rather than next to Kyle. “This is Kyle,” she said as they shook hands, her voice dipping into professionalism out of habit. “He’s my date.” She cast a glance at Logan, unafraid to admit it in front of him. “Logan’s a–,” Leah started as she glanced back at Kyle, and though she didn’t like it, she couldn’t help the minuscule pause that came over her as she searched for the right word, “–friend.” A cheerful albeit reassuring expression came over her when Kyle glanced at her. “And you don’t have to get us drinks if you don’t want to,” she said, very carefully avoiding looking at Logan. Without being able to stop herself, Leah added, “But I… would like a drink, actually. A drink would be nice.” And with a good-natured smile from Kyle, Leah found herself alone with Logan. Feeling the weight of that tension again, it took her moment before she could look at him. “Do you really know that bartender, or is he going to get yelled at for no reason?”

A strong urge to look the man (Kyle) over nearly takes hold. It takes a valiant effort of self control to remain cordial — Logan’s confidence (arrogance?) rears its head for a few moments and the only thing he can do is smile. “So the speed dating worked out, huh?” there’s a part that’s genuine, but another, deeper feeling that is far more primal. He’s reminded almost instantly that Leah has no obligation to him — he’s a friend. Logan smiles in response, almost as if to cement her story. After all, it’s not technically a lie. Whether Kyle sensed the atmosphere between the three of them or not, he still departed towards the bar and Logan was granted what he’d been looking for since the beginning — being alone. “Please,” he says after a short beat, eyes once again locked with her own. “I’m not that big of an asshole. The least I could do was potentially set him up with someone else for tonight.” He steps closer as his words drop, gaze wandering over each feature of her face deliberately and agonizingly slow. A hand anchors at her hip, head shifting forward until his lips rest just against the shell of her ear. “Especially if I’m stealing you away,” he whispers the words to her, breath hot against her skin.

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

“Modest about being a good person?” Leah shot back with amusement. Though more words had tickled the tip of her tongue, they promptly died there as Logan complimented her ass, taking her very much off guard. She recovered quickly, although unable to hide the flustered grin on her lips as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Hmm, don’t believe you,” Leah jokingly threw his words back into his face. “Sounds like you’re just trying to get into my pants. Again.” The sensations of that particular occasion forced themselves back into Leah’s mind, and once more she found it difficult to keep her eyes on Logan.

Luckily, the flow of their conversation distracted her, dispelling the images and feelings from her mind. If only temporarily. “I can’t wait to see you finally flourish,” Leah grinned, mirroring the hand to his chest. His one-word reply made her pause slightly, a twinkle of curiosity in her eyes as she watched him watch her. “The Colorado wilderness? Or an actual city in Colorado?” she shot at him, a playful challenge as she tilted her head to the side. “And I’m from Seattle.”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, eyes locked on her. There’s a sly sort of smile twitching at the corner of his lips, one that says he hopes she plays along. And she does, much to his muted and controlled enthusiasm. He enjoys this, though it might kill him to admit as such. “And what if I was just trying to give you a compliment?” he replies, though his steps take him just a little bit closer to her, almost to prove her point. He might be, maybe, trying to get in her pants again. But that wasn’t something Logan saw as a bad thing. And, truthfully, she did have a great ass, stellar sex aside.

A shrug shifts his shoulder, light and calm. “M’gettin’ there. It’ll certainly come sooner rather than later. Cars are the one thing people don’t want to tinker with if they don’t know what they’re doing. After all, a Honda isn’t a kitchen sink.” He laughs next, a hardy, chest shaking thing. “Does the Colorado wilderness sound more appealing than a city in Colorado?” Logan asks in return, knowing full well he hadn’t answered the question. “A city girl, eh? I’ve always wanted to visit, if I’m being honest. I’ve heard good things. Did you like it there?”

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

Though Leah had been entirely prepared to leave the speed-dating without any tangible results – in fact, she’d more or less expected it – meeting Kyle and getting along with him had been a pleasant surprise. The second the awkwardness had vanished from their conversation, the two had launched into a discussion about their favorite tv-shows, and from there, things just sort of progressed. Their similar views on Stranger Things was nothing compared to a single, solitary “Hey”, though. The second Leah locked eyes with Logan (of all people), the conversation Leah and Kyle between died down, her mind wiped entirely clean of anything having to do with her date. “Hey!” she greeted Logan, narrowing her eyes to try and hide the excitement in her smile. “Well, if we hadn’t it’d be one hell of a coincidence,” Leah teased lightly, folding her arms across her chest. “I didn’t take you for the lantern-lighting type. There a lantern or two that needs fixing?”

A part of him, a very small part, feels bad for the other man. Mostly because Logan has every intention of steering Leah away. It’s not jealously that fuels the decision (he refuses to believe, or admit, as such) it’s just plane gravity. And who was he to argue with that? “A hell of one, yeah,” he nods, eyes never straying from her own. A moment passes before a cordial streak shifts through him and he turns his attention, briefly, to the other. “I’m Logan,” the mechanic holds out his hand before chuckling. “For sure. They’re complex things even though they don’t look it. Just here to make sure no one burns the place down.” A pause, “How about some drinks?” He pulls out some money and hands it over to Kyle, “The bartender on the left’ll treat you right if you tell her you’re an LAFC fan.”

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

“There are a few,” Leah protested playfully. “Don’t let the sun shine out of my ass just because you haven’t met them yet.” Though her words were harmless and light, the undertones were serious – because she did mean it. She’d met many a people with a passion to help others, many a people who inspired her to always be a better person, to always ‘look after her neighbor’. The softness in Logan’s look caught her off guard, one that once again made it difficult for Leah’s gaze to remain on his for very long. Though she’d spent plenty of time studying the interior of the mechanic shop already, at that moment it was the most interesting thing she’d ever laid eyes on. His laugh brought her attention back to him, however. Leah couldn’t help but mimic the smile put on his face, nodding at his words. “Okay, true. You’re fixing people’s lives, sorta. I’ll forgive you for not being a world renowned surgeon.” She couldn’t in earnest comment on school being money; her mother had paid for her college education, and though it had been as modest an education as college educations went, it was still a privilege. After a beat, Leah added, “So where are you from?”

Logan let loose an amused chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t believe you. You’re just tying to be modest.” Head tilts just so, eyeing her suspiciously. “The sun might not shine out of it, but it is a great ass. One of the best I’ve seen.” One of the best he’s bent over, too, but that goes unsaid. There’s a streak of crassness he fights and for a moment he doesn’t quite know why. Maybe it has something to do with the smugness that consumes him when she can’t hold his gaze. Maybe it’s the arrogance of being able to fluster her somewhat. All things he usually wouldn’t care much about.

“Oh, well thank you,” a hand shifts to his chest and he bows his head slightly, conceding to her forgiveness. “Now that I’m forgiven for not being a rich surgeon I can tap into my full potential of being a mechanic.” It’s a lighthearted joke with here that might have been a bitter retort to anyone else. There’s a pause for a moment, his eyes taking in every inch of her, before he answers. “Colorado,” it’s simple with no elaboration and Logan pauses once more. He shouldn’t be curious, he shouldn’t ask, and yet he does, returning the question. “What about you?” It’s a dangerous game to play, he knows it. Because sooner or later it won’t be a game at all. And the stakes and information will be much higher.

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— for @lifebloom.

After the wild ride that was speed-dating, Logan made his way to the beach, readying himself for the relaxing events of the lantern lighting. While he didn’t have any real plan, he certainly wasn’t ready to see a familiar blonde wade through the crowd with an unfamiliar guy next to her. Something white hot streaks through his stomach, something that makes Logan stand up a bit straighter and head towards the pair. “Hey,” he uses the word as both a greeting and an introduction, shifting his gaze slowly from Leah and then to the other man, before returning back to her. “Come to light a lantern?”

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

“Oh, yeah, it was my life’s dream to be someone’s assistant,” Leah joked, a small grin playing on her lips. There was something between them, a tension that made it difficult to look him directly in the face. Although, was it really that odd? It wasn’t that long ago that he’d had her bent over one of these (someone’s) car, the cold of the steel a contrast to the pounding heat between her legs. The mere memory made her avert her gaze, eyes scanning the car that separated them; the details were plenty, and though her eyes wandered over them, her mind was too preoccupied to take note of them. “I never really wanted to be anything,” she said earnestly, looking back up at Logan. “I guess I just wanted to see where the world needed me and go from there.” Little did she know it’d land her in this situation. But that was the beauty of life, wasn’t it? The unpredictability. The thought almost made her laugh. “So why are you fixing mechanical things and not… people? Why aren’t you a… world renowned surgeon?”

An amused grin slipped across his lips at her retort, eyes watching her with a fair bit of intrigue. She says it jokingly but there’s something about her — Leah wants to help, help, help. There’s a selflessness to her that is… confusing to Logan. But also extremely endearing. Oftentimes he didn’t much care about the people he found himself with, either in a bed or otherwise. But Leah. Here Logan was, unable to keep his eyes off her, finding it increasingly arousing when she couldn’t directly return the eye contact.

“You wanted to help,” he nods, as if testing the words, before he sat back a bit on the hood. “Anyone or anything. There’re aren’t meany people like that in the world.” There’s a softness to his words. An adoration that he can’t help but let slip. He would know, anyways. She was one of the first good people he’d met in a while.

An eyebrow lifts, “a surgeon?” The suggestion is outlandish and Logan cannot help but laugh. “You gotta go to school for that. And school is money. Nah. I work better through trial and error and somethin’ tells me that wouldn’t fly in an operating room.” He shrugged, “Besides. I fix a car or a bike and I’m kinda helping fix people. At least make their day a bit better.”

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

The curiosity in her face turned into sheer slyness at his comment; Leah tried to temper the smile on her lips, reflexively turning away from him as though to not give him the satisfaction of seeing his effect on her in its full glory. She turned back fairly quickly, however, caught off guard by her reflex to turn away in the first place – it didn’t make any sense. There weren’t any feelings she needed to protect. So why was her first instinct to act like it? Leah cleared her throat. “Is this what you wanted to do when you were a kid?” she asked, strolling back toward him until she could comfortably rest her hip against the hood of the car that separated them. “Fixing things? Cars, especially?”

Logan’s head cocks to the side as he watches her turn away, grin spreading. There’s something about her — something he can’t (or maybe won’t) put his finger on. For a moment he’s caught there, staring, before he realizes he is and blinks, looking away and readjusting himself against the hood of the car. He shrugs at her question, “Dunno. Not really, I guess. Never thought I’d do much of anything.” Only because he’d never had anyone to tell he could be something. “Anything with a motor. And maybe other things. Mostly mechanic.” Realizing she’s done most of the questioning and that he’s, surprisingly, somewhat okay with that, Logan lifts his chin to her. “What about you?”

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

Surprise flitted across Leah’s face, her strut coming to a halt as she turned to look at Logan. The reservation in her face gave way for sincerity, her posture slacking a bit. “You worked your way here to start a business? That couldn’t have been cheap,” she said, slightly impressed. It took some kind of drive to make that happen, and Leah couldn’t help but wonder where that came from. And slightly admire it. “Or easy.” She tilted her head to the side, eyes curious as they studied him. “What made you do it?”

His head tilts to the side briefly, smirk spreading across his lips. Her surprise was unexpected. The sincerity more so. “I did,” he answered with a nod. “It wasn’t. Either of them. But it was worth it. And it was fun.” Logan straightened slightly, arms moving to cross over his chest. “Needed a change of scenery,” he replied. “And I was always pretty good with my hands.” The smirk on his lips grows, eyes darkening briefly. “Fixing things is what I’m good at.”

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

Truth be told, she didn’t know what she was doing there. In one of the many moments of the day where work frustrated her and Robert (she still hadn’t gotten used to referring to him by his given name) was in the care of the part-time nurse she’d hired, Leah looked to other people to distract herself from her… situation. And one person on her mind lately was Logan. Eyes glued to his, Leah couldn’t help the smile that played on her lips. “I’m just here–,” she said, drawing out the sentence as she averted her gaze, looking for a good answer, “–out of curiosity. That’s all.” She gave a small shrug, eyes returning to Logan’s – if only for a brief moment. She turned, and took a little stroll around the interior, staying within conversational distance. “Did you start this business all by yourself?”

It’s certainly not the answer he’s expecting. There’s a small amount of apprehension to her presences, but Logan convinces himself that that’s just him being paranoid. Not everyone you encounter wants to screw you over. In both the figurative and literal sense. There are good people in the world. The mechanic had just met practically zero of them. “I did,” he affirms with a small nod of his head, eyes continuing to track her. There’s something about her — the way she walks? Her posture? Her voice? (Everything) that has his undivided attention at all times. “Worked my way through a few states to get here. Once I had I’d saved up enough to get it off the ground.”

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logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.

starter for @wastlcnd CHARACTERS: Leah Corcoran & Logan Lancaster TIME FRAME: Summer 2019 LOCATION: Santa Monica

“So… this is what it looks like when it’s open and full of people, huh?” Leah said, more to make her presence known than anything. She’d waited until he wasn’t busy dealing with customers to approach Logan, keeping out of sight until the moment presented itself. The hood of a car stopped her in her tracks, Logan on the other side. Though she had steadily been running out of clean work clothes, Leah had scrounged up the last she could in order to look more put-together than she really was. “It’s nice.”

Logan pulls away from the hood, hands messy and covered in grease. “It is,” he returns, eyes wandering over her slowly. He’s been caught off guard and for a brief moment, Logan cannot get a very private image from out of his head. “Do you need some work done?” the question comes next as he wipes his hands clean with a rag he’s slung over his shoulder. “On your car?” Straightening, his eyes run over her face until he locks with her gaze, “Or are you here for something else?”

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JAKE & BRIAR.

CURTAIN CALL starter for @wastlcnd

It was strange to be in your element and still feel utterly terrified. Impressing the family, showing what a good choice of partner she was… it was something that Briar had always excelled at. There weren’t a set of parents she couldn’t charm, or a gaggle of siblings she couldn’t win over, or any mysterious aunt or uncle who didn’t eventually become her best friend. And shouldn’t it be easier if it wasn’t even… real? When Briar returned home, after this was all over, she’d never have to see Jake’s family again. The bonds she’d made, the relatives she’d impressed; they’d never have reason to speak to her again once the charade was over and done with. And shouldn’t that have made things even easier than normal? Where did all this terror come from, boiling and roiling as it did at the pit of her stomach? “…and then, when I turned back around, he was down on one knee,” she cooed affectionately, looking up at Jake to the oooh’s and awww’s of their audience. Briar was acutely aware of just how tightly she held onto him, both arms around his waist, but she couldn’t stop herself; behind that affectionate smile lay a slithering, slimey nervousness the likes of which she’d never felt before. And if she let him go, she feared she’d slip on it. “How could I not say yes?” Their proposal story was as fake as they came, but Briar loved telling it. Normally. Normally she fed off the attention, the smiles, the envy – but with Jake’s whole family as their audience, with all his relatives eating up every last little detail… it only made her stomach churn.

There are few moments in his life where he feels like a complete and utter deer in the headlights. Being who he is, coming from the family that he has, enduring the upbringing that he did --- Walsh’s don’t get stage fright. It’s a voice that echoes with the inflection of his father, something that sets his jaw just a little bit tighter. Yet he stands there in front of the entirety of his relations. Literally. There are people lounging on the arms of chairs that he hasn’t seen in years.

When the chorus of oooh’s and awww’s echo around him Jake is snapped from his stupor, blinking as if just waking up. He becomes suddenly very aware of Briar’s hold around his waist, almost vice like and in return he tightens his own hold. It’s impulse, something he doesn’t even think about. Even if this is all fake, their dating, their engagement, everything --- she’s still his friend. She’s still done him this favor. Saved him from a marriage meant for money and allegiance instead of for the things people should get married for.

Smiling, Jake caters to the swooning crowed, fawning over Briar in the role of doting fiance. As doting as he can be, at least. It’s only when the chorus changes --- ‘give her a kiss!’ ‘yeah!’ ‘c’mon, jake.’ ‘kiss! kiss! kiss!’ --- that Jake feels a bubble of nervousness stir deep within the pit of his stomach. His eyes shift, tilting down to the woman currently wrapped around his side, almost pleading silently for an answer to the crowds question.

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LOGAN & AMELIA.

“No, of course you weren’t,” Amelia shrugged with a snort. Her body language the epitome of mixed signals – the casual soprano of her voice a stark contrast to the intense annoyance of her snort – Amelia made herself as comfortable as she could in her friend’s backseat. There was little to no comfort to be had, in truth, but that wasn’t going to stop her – the least she could do for herself was to disregard Logan’s evident need of space, what with his mile long legs and all, and take up as much of it as she could possibly muster. After all, it paled in comparison to the way Logan had disregarded her feelings way back when; and she made sure he was still very much paying for that, if ever so passive-aggressively. “So what makes you think it’ll make a difference now?” Amelia shot at him casually. There was no hidden malice in her words, no poisonous snake waiting to spring from the grass – just the casual truth and its ability to hit Logan right at home. Well, she hoped, anyway.

He wouldn’t go so far as to say she’s enjoying this --- he knows neither of them truly are --- but he is sure she seems content with making the ride a living hell. Even if he weren’t a giant (now a seemingly aggravating fact) the space in the back seat was cramped and small. Knees practically pulled to his chest, Logan was forced to press himself as far as he could against the door. “Nothing,” he comments, eyes focused on the passing landscape outside the window. “It was an attempt at being witty.” There’s a bit of dry sarcasm to his voice, an impulse he can’t seem to control sometimes. “Seems it didn’t go over well.” A heavy frown creases at the corners of his lips. Logan couldn’t count the seconds long enough until he was out of that back seat. “Guess I have to consider my audience next time.”

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LOGAN & AMELIA.

— @untidywords. (x)

you’d have to be completely and utterly inept to not sense the tension between the two of them --- and it wasn’t the good kind. while logan kept his eyes trained on the ground, he could still feel her gaze. feel the weight of the challenge and strength he heard in her voice. “i was never one for disney movies, so i wouldn’t know,” he replies automatically as she slips past him and into the car. “don’t particularly think bowing would have made a difference if i did it earlier, anyways.” truth be told, he’d much rather just leave them all to their day while he took an absence. yet wasn’t that what he was good at? running away? even so, he slides into the car after her, face a mask of being less than thrilled by the situation. pressing himself as close as he could to the door, logan tried to create as much space between them as possible. one, so he didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness and two, so she didn’t particularly have more fuel to throw at him.

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RYAN & ALLISON.

— @untidywords.

there’s an all-consuming dread pooling in the pit of his stomach, threatening to eat him whole if he’s not careful. ryan’s numb for the most part. mind fuzzy, heart a steady and heavy thud thud thud against his chest. he hasn’t moved from allison’s bedside --- ever since he’d stormed into the greyson’s front door with her in his arms. because for some reason, a hospital, even within hollow grove, didn’t seem safe. which was, in and of itself, a terrifying thought.

the who isn’t important, at least presently. or even the why or how. though the motives for shooting allison with a silver bullet was beyond him. hunters were the present thought, but even then he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. those questions, however, could come later once he knows she’s safe. knows she’s in the clear.

so for right now, ryan sits --- sits and waits, head bowed, hand slipped delicately into one of her own. he has to admit, the greyson manor seems (and feels) far more comfortable (and secure) than a hospital. the doctor has come and gone, slipping in and out of the room on a well planned and strict schedule. no one can tell him that visiting hours are over here.