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sunrizef1 · 3 days

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The Alchemy

Pairing: Logan sargeant x singer!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Authors note: recently realized that every time i include Logan in a fic, he gets points. That is me manifesting xx Not edited, ill edit later. Very loosely based on the alchemy by Taylor swift. This album has me in a chokehold. Also!! Tysm for 1k, I’ve been trying to think of something to do for that xx

Word count: 7.6k (took way too long, thanks Tay)

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“Do you want to go to the f1 race in Miami? Ferrari invited you.”

Your head snaps to your publicist who tilts her head with a questioning look on her face. You set your guitar down, putting an end to your idle strumming. It rests on top of your notebook filled with random lyrics and doodles.

“I didn’t know I was allowed to do that,” you reply, laying back onto the couch you were sat on, shifting to sit in the seat more comfortably.

Your publicist, Aimee, rolls her eyes at your response, clicking away quickly on her phone, “I mean, you’re one of the biggest stars in the world, you could technically do whatever you wanted. It’s just never been in your image to go to sports or whatever. But everyone is gonna be there.”

There it is, the real reason you’d be allowed to go to a race was to be amongst the famous people that Aimee would, no doubt, want you to mingle with. Mingling wasn’t your strong suit.

“Ill think about it,” you give her a tight-lipped smile which she hums in response to, sliding out of the room without another glance at you.

The second she's gone, you collapse against the leather couch, eyes locked onto the ceiling of your studio.

The real reason you wanted to think about going to the race wasn't because Aimee only wanted you to go to get good pr but, instead, it was because of your own personal connection with one of the drivers.

You'd met Logan a year ago at the previous Miami Grand Prix. Noone knew you were there and you had intended to keep it that way before you ran into the driver.

You got in fairly easy, Mercedes VIP pass wrapped around your neck. You were close friends with Lewis who promised he could get you in and out with it still remaining a secret. You had your jacket hood up above your head, hair pulled back away from your face and a pair of sunglasses resting on your nose.

You hadn't thought about how many people you knew would be there. Your eyes stayed trained on the ground for the most part, hoping that it you didn't look up, no one you knew would notice you.

Because you weren't looking where you were going, you didn't see yourself run straight into a taller figure, landing against his hard chest.

Both of you stumble back a bit from the impact and you immediately open your mouth to apologize to the man in front of you but when you look up, the words die in your throat. Your eyes trace the features of the blond man, soaking up every little detail of his pretty face. You can tell he's muscular through his blue t-shirt and your breath catches slightly.

He's speechless when he sees you as well but for a completely different reason. You may not have been in your flashiest clothes or have your usual makeup or hair but anyone with a brain could recognize you if they actually bothered to look. Your music had been everywhere for so long and Logan would be lying if he said he hadn't had a crush on you for the longest time.

When you look up at his face and see him gaping slightly in an attempt to make sure you're actually you, you grasp his hand and start to pull him along before he can blow your cover. You pull him along until you reach a quiet corner, quickly pushing him away from the eyes of other people.

He leans against the wall behind him, crossing his toned arms across his chest and you find yourself gazing again.

“So,” he starts, voice filled with humor, “What is Americas sweetheart doing at a Formula 1 race... Undercover?”

You roll your eyes but cant help the grin that starts to form from the mans words, “I'm not actually supposed to be here.”

“Oh and that's why I got dragged into a dark corner?” the man asks, grin splitting his pretty face.

You laugh but don't catch the pleased look on the man's face, “Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't want anyone to, I don't know, mob me or something.”

“I get it,” when he says it, you can't help but believe he really does get it for some reason. For all you knew, this man might just work PR for…you glance down at his t-shirt to check, Williams Racing!

“Well, thank you for cooperating…?”

The man raises his eyebrows at your questioning tone, “Logan.”

“Thank you for cooperating Logan. I know a lot of people that probably would've fought me for grabbing them like that.”

Logan laughs, head leaning back against the wall gently as the noise leaves his throat, “Its no problem. Are you in the Mercedes garage today?”

You nod at his words, glancing back out to make sure the both of you are still hidden from the outside, “Lewis said he could sneak me in.”

“He didn't do a very good job, then. If I found you out,” Logan grins, leaning away from the wall.

“Maybe not. But you're not gonna tell, are you?” you tilt your head teasingly at the blond, eyes crinkling with the weight of your smile.

He laughs again, sticking his pinky out between the two of you, “I won't, pinky promise.”

You giggle and Logan decides its the only noise he cares to hear from now on. You stick your hand out as well, wrapping your pinky around his and the two of you just stand there for a second, gazing toward the other.

But eventually, both of you seem to remember that there were time-sensitive events about to happen just about 10 meters from where you're stood. You break away from him, smile stuck on your features.

He walks away first, his grin replicating yours. He turns toward you as he walks away, pulling a hand up to wave goodbye slightly as he slides out of the corner.

“See you later, y/n,” he smirks before disappearing from view and something in you tells you you will be seeing him later.

You hurry to the Mercedes garage, having told Lewis you were there 15 minutes ago. He ushers you into his drivers room, telling you that you could chill there until the race started, only a slight bit of concern for your previous whereabouts written on his face. You don’t tell him you think you’d just fallen in love with some random teams random employee, deciding that was a bit too off topic for the currently rushing Lewis who was practically running around his room trying to get his stuff together. He wasn’t stressed since he was, of course, Lewis Hamilton, but this was the most frazzled you’d seen him

“Ill be back before the race starts,” Lewis nods toward you while he opens the door, things clutched in his tattooed hands.

“Have fun, Lew!” you call out, collapsing against his couch the moment he leaves.

You pass the time scrolling through your phone, scribbling random lyrics into your notes app and trying not to fall asleep. Lewis comes back quick enough, sneaking you into the garage with your hood pulled tightly over your hair and sunglasses sat firmly on your face.

No one spares you a second glance and if they do, they know better than to question Lewis Hamilton.

Your eyes are drawn to one of the screens above you, the drivers all stood out in a line together for the national anthem and your eyebrows raise when they land on a certain blond man. Right in front of your eyes, Logan is stood in Williams blue and white next to his teammate as the national anthem plays behind them.

Oh, that cheeky bastard.

Well, at least you now knew where to find him after the race. When the race starts, you try your hardest to stay focused on the Mercedes and cheer for Lewis but you can’t help but let your eyes trace the path of a certain blue car instead.

When the race ends and Logan’s in p8, you find yourself anxiously waiting for Lewis to get back so you can dip. You bounce passively on your heels, fingers picking at the fraying edge of your jacket. The Miami sun beats down relentlessly, making sure you stay safely in the shaded garage.

Lewis gets back quick enough, having not been on the podium this race. You give him a quick hug and a congratulations, telling him you’ll text him if you ended up wanting to get dinner later. You didn’t give him a concrete dinner plan since you had a feeling you’d be busy later.

You practically sprint out of the garage in your effort to find Logan before he leaves, missing the confused look you leave on Lewis’ face as he watches you run.

You honestly had no idea where the Williams garage was but when you see the familiar blue, you stop in your tracks outside the exit. You lean on the wall just outside the door, hoping no one will see you as they leave.

A driver in orange passes you, Oscar maybe, giving you a perplexed look as he walks by. You just dip your head farther, hoping he didn’t recognize you. Or worse, think you’re some kind of stalker.

But before the kid can call any security or ask you for a picture, a familiar laugh sounds out as someone opens the door next to you. You glance up and see Logan exiting and you reach over and grasp his wrist. Logan looks up to see you, his infinite smile seemingly stretching even wider as he see your concealed state.

“Hi, y/n,” he laughs dopily, abandoning whoever he’d been walking out with. You glance over his shoulder to see Oscar with his eyebrows furrowed and you pray any of his concern had disappeared when he saw Logan’s positive reaction.

“Hi, Logan,” you smile back, pulling him away from the garage and hopefully away from anyone at all, ending up in a corner not dissimilar to the what you had pushed him into earlier that day, “Congrats on the points. Can’t believe I thought you worked PR or something.”

He grins again, carding a hand through his sweaty hair. Your eyes trace the fireproofs he hadn’t taken off yet, trying not to ogle the muscles under the shirt.

“Thanks, I’m pretty sure both parts of those are compliments?” your eyes snap back to his and away from his chest. You can tell from the smirk on his face, he had noticed your stare and you try your best to control your blush.

As you two stand in the corner quietly for a moment, you’re surprised when Logan’s the one to break the silence.

“Do you want to get dinner later?” Your eyebrows shoot up in shock at his confidence but they quickly settle as you smile softly.

“I’d love to.”

Logan grins once again, shoulders obviously relaxing at your response, “My phones in my room… or I’d get your number.”

You laugh slightly as he leans back against the wall behind him, his own blush covering his cheeks as you giggle.

“I’ll go with you,” you state simply, shrugging your shoulders and watching as his own eyebrows raise.

“You sure?”

You laugh as he leans closer to you, “yeah I’m sure, Logan. I’ll give you my number and you can send me dinner plans and we can have a great time. Celebrate your win.”

“I didn’t win,” Logan’s face looks somewhere between a grimace and a smile. His hands moved to wrest against his hips. Right where his race suit was also sat.

“You got points. Close enough to a win in my book,” you shrug, smiling big.

Logan laughs loudly, head leaning back against the brick wall behind him and your own laugh joins his, creating a chorus of joy that wasn’t to common on these parts of the paddock.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll text you then. Come on, I need to shower,” he says to you, returning the previous favor by grasping your wrist in his and pulling you along to his drivers room. When he starts walking, you slide your wrist out of his grasp and intertwine your fingers instead, pretending not to see the grin that splits his face.

When you get to his room, you quickly put your number in his phone before exiting. As much as you wish you could’ve stayed, you had places to be and if you were going on a date, you'd need a few hours.

Logan texts you the minute you're in the car back to your place and you grin stupidly at the words on your screen, texting back quickly.

The date goes well, Logan being a perfect gentleman the whole time. He had picked a nice steakhouse he had no doubt been to a couple times growing up, considering you knew how he’d grown up. You had definitely not pulled his Wikipedia up the second your feet hit the floor of your room.

He sips his wine passively, much more interested in the stories you were telling about being on tour and the time one of your backup dancers had accidentally hooked up with one of the drivers. He offers to cut your steak for you and you let him, simply because none of your ex’s would have ever done something as small as that. He reads the dessert menu to you, asking the waiter for a second fork when you order the chocolate cake despite your objections about having your own slice. You both laugh but you shake your head when he offers to get a different piece. He picks up the bill despite your protests, sliding his card into the check and handing it back before you can even attempt to grab it from him. Then he walks you back to the car, arm around your shoulders as you try not to trip in your heels. When he drops you off, he moves to walk away from your doorstep but you’re quick to grasp his wrist, pulling him in and slamming the door behind the both of you.

That had been a year ago and you were still in love with Logan.

A year of Logan sneaking you in and out of the garage and a year of coincidentally scheduling tour shows to line up with race weekends. You’d released two albums about him. Not even your own manager knew who the songs were about. The only person who knew about the relationship was Lewis, who figured it out pretty quickly when you didn’t text him to get dinner that very first night. He was actually quite helpful in getting you in and out of the paddocks all across the world. He was pretty private to begin with so no one asked him many questions about where he was sneaking off to.

It’s not that you didn’t want to world to know about your relationship. It’s more that it was nice to have something you loved be private for once. Every boyfriend you’d ever had was inevitably mobbed by fans every time they stepped outside. Not that you were too empathetic. Half of your ex’s were contractually obligated to date you by your agency and the other half just sucked as people.

Logan was the first boyfriend you truly loved and got to choose to be with every day. Also, if your agency found out you’d secretly been dating someone and sneaking around for a year, you’d never hear the end of it and you’d probably get dropped for breach of contract, or whatever.

You didn’t tell anyone else on the grid. You would've but Logan dissuaded you after telling you that none of them could keep a secret for their lives.

So, the second Aimee left the room, your first calls is to Logan.

“Hey baby,” Logans voice echoes across the phone. You can hear a bit of exhaustion in his voice and recall him telling you he was about to work out, “Whats up?”

You can't help the heat that rises to your cheeks at even his simplest words, “Hey, are you free to talk?”

“Yeah, yeah, just finished working out with Benny,” He replies, and you car hear the beep of a car unlocking and the door opening before closing, “Everything okay?”

You hum, shifting in your seat, “Yeah, I'm fine. Aimee just asked if I wanted to go to the Miami gp with Ferrari.”

There's a few seconds of silence from Logans end of the phone before he responds, “Do you want to?”

“It’d be nice to go and not have to hide in the back of Mercedes,” you sigh, weighing the pros and cons, “But I don't want to go with Ferrari.”

“You can't pick the garage?”

“I’ll try but I feel like Aimee will just stick me in whatever garage she wants me in,” you sigh again, sinking dejectedly into the couch, “Not sure I'd get much of a choice.”

“I’d love to have you there,” you can hear the slight smile in his voice and you laugh warmly despite your previous annoyance.

“Ill try and convince her. I'll see you there Logan,” you smile, sitting up in your seat. You fiddle with a piece of your hair, glancing around the small room you're in. You weren't super confident you could convince Aimee but if Logan wanted you there, you'd try your hardest to get in the Williams garage.

Logan laughs, “See you there, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Logan hangs up and you smile, tossing your phone down next to you. You're quick to pick it back up though, texting Aimee to ask if you can be in the Williams garage instead.

When the day of the Miami GP arrives and your stood in the Williams garage, its as much of a surprise to you as it is to everyone else. You had spent the past month trying to convince Aimee to let you sit in Williams instead of Ferrari. She had spent the past month telling you that it’d be better for your image to be in Ferrari.

You hadn't told Logan you’d be in his garage since, until that morning, you didn’t know you would be. You weren’t initially sure what made her change her mind but when you entered the garage and saw several celebrities almost more famous than yourself, it made sense. Of course she’d only agree to get you to be seen interacting with more a-listers. Jokes on her, though, because instead of staying in the garage for the next few hours, you decided to walk around. You were actually hoping to find Lewis in something other than a dark corner for once.

On the other side of the paddock, Logan had ended up in Ferraris hospitality after Oscar had dragged him along to meet up with Lando who was meeting up with Carlos who was meeting up with Charles who was meeting up with Max. So, in the end, Logan felt out of his element.

He chair sat slightly away from the others as they all talked about Miami, a place that Logan honestly didn’t have much to say about anymore. Maybe if someone asked, he’d say something. But he honestly wasn’t feeling it. He’d be more enthused if you were stood in his garage instead of Charles’, cheering him on. But, no, Aimee had you stuck in the red and yellow.

“Did you guys hear that y/n l/n is here?” A Spanish accent rings out from across the little circle of chairs, causing Logan’s head to snap up.

Lando’s head shoots up as well, eyes locking onto Carlos’, “You’re kidding! I love her!”

Carlos nods his head at the Brit, grinning widely, “Yeah, I heard some engineers talking about her earlier!”

Max snorts, shaking his head in disbelief, “If she was here, one of us would’ve seen her already. She’s not in either of our garages,” Max gestures between him and Charles who’s sat with an agreeable look on his face, nodding at Max’s words.

“I’m gonna ask around. If she’s here there’s no way I’m not giving her my number,” Lando laughs, already looking around for someone to interrogate. Logan has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes. Although it was weird Charles hadn’t seen you. Maybe he’d just left before you’d arrived.

“You sure she’s even single, mate?” Oscar asks the brunette man, laughing slightly as he turns around toward the Aussie with a smirk on his face.

“She hasn’t been seen with anyone in like a year and a half and there’s definitely no shortage of men in love with her. I’m about to jump on that before anyone else here snatches her up,” Lando laughs again, standing up from his chair quickly almost as if he’s about to sprint out but suddenly Lewis appears beside the little group, catching Lando before he can.

“What are you guys doing?” Lewis asks with a raised eyebrow, eyes surveying the group before they stop on Logan. Logan glances away from the older man quickly, choosing instead to stare at the ground.

“Talking about y/n l/n. Apparently she’s here and Landos so in love with her that he’s about to sprint out and find her. I’d want her number too but Lando seems more passionate,” Carlos laughs and Charles nods along with a grin. Lewis’ eyes land back on Logan with a small smirk gracing his features.

“Yeah but we’re not sure she’s even here, we all think she would’ve been in one of our garages if she was here,” Max continues, gesturing toward his fellow drivers. Logan has a sneaking suspicion he meant every garage beside Williams.

Logan grins again, pushing Lando softly back into his seat. Logan can feel the man’s gaze on his lowered head as he respond, “Well, she’s is here. She’s in the Williams garage.”

With that, Logan’s head snaps up to meet Lewis eyes and the eyes of all the other drivers move quickly toward Logan who’s too busy looking at Lewis to sink under their piercing gazes.

“She’s looking for you,” Lewis nods at Logan who’s quickly to stand from his seat, six pairs of eyes on his back as he turns away.

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath as he starts to walk away from the group, his movements quickly turning into a run.

Back in the little circle, Lando sits with a pouty look on his face while everyone besides Lewis sits with incredulous looks on their faces. Lewis sits proudly, a small smirk on his face. Oscar is the one to break the silence.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Logan reaches the garage quick enough, hearing whispers of your name echo between engineers and PR workers alike, all mumbling about your surprising presence in the garage.

He jogs lightly over to Alex, slinging an arm around the taller drivers shoulders. The man turns away from the conversation he was having with Lily, furrowing an eyebrow at the weirdly exhausted American.

“What’s up mate?”

“Have you seen y/n?” Logan says through labored breaths, eyes tracing every corner of the building in search of a sign of you.

Alex shakes his head, glancing back toward his girlfriend, both with matching confused looks on their faces, “Nah mate, apparently we’ve just missed her.”

Logan groans dramatically, sliding away from Alex and moving toward the exit once again, correctly assuming you must be looking for Lewis. Alex turns back to Lily whose confusion mirrors his.

“What was that about?”

“No idea.”

Logan’s once again jogging through the paddock in search of you, praying he gets there before Lando can thoroughly weird you out or flirt enough to give you trauma.

His heads bowed to shield himself from the Miami heat so he doesn’t see himself run straight into someone. He reaches out to catch whoever he’s just thrown toward the ground and when he looks up he’s met with your pretty face. He’s honestly never been more relieved to see someone.

“Hi,” you smile softly as he leans you back to standing, arms still wrapped gently around your torso.

“Hi,” he laughs, out of breath from his jog. You both stand and stare in each others eyes for a moment, adoration in the air between you.

“That felt quite familiar,” you break the trance, laughing as his arms finally move away from you in order to keep a little decorum.

Logan barks a laugh, hand moving to run through his blonde hair as he glances toward the ground abashedly, “Yeah, except this time, you’re not pulling me into a dark corner.”

You glance around at the bustling people around you, realizing how little you cared about people seeing you interact. A weight feels like it’s been lifted off your shoulders at the fact you don’t have to hide your conversations around here anymore. It actually felt quite freeing.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you reply, smiling as sunlight hits the side of your face, eyes not catching the loving stare Logan is sending your way as you bask in the Miami sun.

Logan grins, eventually pulling you away from the sun as he grasps your wrist. You lean into his side slightly, keeping a reasonable distance for people to think you’re just close friends. You’d already talked about how mad your agency would be if they found out you were dating. So you both agreed interactions in the paddock would be kept to platonic.

But as much as you tried to keep them so, you could only do so much. It was hard to keep the love out of your eyes as you stared at Logan, eyes tracing the side of his face. Anyone with eyes could see how gently he held you, with all the love and care in the world.

As you arrived back at the Williams garage, Logan kept walking and pulled the two of you back into his room as quietly as he could. Shutting the door gently behind him. As soon as the doors closed, your hand is wrapping around the side of his face and pulling him down to meet him in a gentle kiss.

He smiles into it, arms wrapping around your shoulders as you walk the two of you back to the couch, both flopping down onto it. You lean back against the arm rest as he lays against your chest, the exhaustion of a race weekend finally catching up with him.

“Go to sleep baby,” you say quietly, fingers carding through his sun-bleached hair, “You’ve got more than a few hours. I’ll wake you up when someone comes to get you.”

Logan hums half-heartedly, eyes already closing as he shifts to sit against you more comfortably, sleep quickly overtaking him. You scratch his head passively as he sleeps, almost petting him as if he was a golden retriever. You slide your phone open, mumbling lyrics and rhythms under your breath. You mange to type a few verses into your phone with one hand, occasionally having to pull your other hand away from his head momentarily. Every time you did, though, he’d shift in his sleep and your hand would go right back.

It’s a few hours of this before anyone comes to disrupt his nap, the door sliding open without a knock. Your eyes catch Alex’ and you quickly raise your hand with a shushing motion, gesturing down at the man sleeping on top of you. Although, Alex seems more preoccupied with your presence than Logan’s sleeping state, mouth dropping open as he takes in you and his teammates predicament.

“The team needs Logan, they’re about to start getting ready,” Alex manages to spit out, eyes still bouncing between the two of you. You nod, moving one hand to tap at Logan’s face lightly. The man groans through his tiredness, eyes cracking open slowly.

“Teams getting ready, they need you,” you smile down at him. He glances up at you with a small smile, eventually rolling off of you to stand up with a yawn.

Only then do his eyes catch on his teammate stood by the door, shock and confusion lacing his figure. Logan just waves slightly, drowsiness still fogging his mind. Alex blinks, arms frozen to his side.

When Logan grabs his stuff and steps out of the small room, stopping to give you a kiss on his way out, Alex finally snaps out of his haze.

“What the hell, man?” Alex manages to spit out.

Logan yawns as he walks by his teammate, a hand reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, “Huh?”

Alex splutters through his words incredulously, “Why were you sleeping on top of y/n l/n? One of the biggest stars in the world was just hanging out in your room!?”

Logan hums, running a hand over the lines that had appeared on his face during his nap, “That’s my girl, man.”

Alex stops in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock, “What!?”

Logan rolls his eyes at his teammates dramatics, dragging him along next to him and also gesturing for Alex to keep his volume down, “Yeah, we’ve been together for a year and a few months.”

“Mate, what? She’s released like 3 albums in that time,” Alex starts before he seems to come to a realization, eyes snapping back to Logan again, “Oh my god, is reputation about you!?”

When Logan concedes and nods in response, a grin break out on his teammates face, “What about Lover? Or nonsense? Or espresso? Oh my god, so many of her songs must be about you!”

Logan holds back his annoyance, blaming his exasperation on his quite recent wake up call, taking a moment to remind himself that Alex was just surprised. If this had been any other day, he’d take any chance to talk about how cool you were or how much he loved you. But after everything with Landos crush and the boys thinking you’d only ever been seen in their garages, he was honestly annoyed. Not at you, of course, just at how everyone was acting without any tact.

“Yeah, come on, the team needs us,” Logan yawns, dragging his teammate down the hall, the latter still with a stupid grin on his face.

You stepped back into the garage again eventually, eyes scanning the parts of the garage you hadn’t seen before while hidden in the corners. Of course, the Williams garage was completely unfamiliar. But you hoped it wouldn’t be unfamiliar anymore after today.

You can feel the cameras and questioning glances on you, wondering why you’d be at an f1 race, let alone Williams. Everyone thought you’d be in Red Bull or Ferrari or at the least, Alpine, since several of your athlete friends had invested.

You’re not sure what the rules are for drivers going into garages that aren’t theirs but you’re ninety-nine percent sure Lando wasn’t supposed to be here. It didn’t help that he seemed to have dragged Oscar, Max and Charles along with him.

“Oh my god, y/n l/n!” You hear the Brit call out first, giddiness lacing his words. You glance over to see the four drivers approaching, turning your gaze back to the team momentarily to check if this was allowed. There’s uneasy looks on their faces but none of them move to kick them out so you turn back to the quartet.

“Hi?” You smile with a raised eyebrow and you swear you see Lando blush. Oscar rolls his eyes as the older driver starts dramatically fanning himself.

Charles is the first person to respond normally, sticking out his hand as he leans toward you, “It’s nice to meet you, we’re big fans. Some of us obviously more than others.”

You laugh as Charles side-eyes Lando who responds by sticking his tongue out. Their interactions made sense considering you were pretty sure half of them never graduated high school. You reach out and shake Charles’ hand before dropping it as Max reaches out his own.

“I’m Max, not sure how much you know about F1,” Max states, tilting his head. If only he knew just how many races you'd been to.

You nod your head with a small smile, ignoring the way Lando is staring with a dopey look on his face, “Yeah, yeah, I've actually watched a lot of races, so I've seen you win a lot haha.”

Max smirks slightly, shaking his head. Lando frowns as Oscar elbows him and mumbles something under his breath, “She’s never seen you win, mate.”

Your head snaps toward the drivers in papaya as Lando practically tackles Oscar, putting the Aussie in a headlock. You tilt your head toward Charles who’s watching with a frown but makes no effort to separate the pair, “This happen a lot?”

He hums, nodding his head, not taking his gaze away from the thing 1 and thing 2 now on the ground in front of you, “Yeah, they’re like puppies, got to let them get their energy out somehow. No ones been seriously maimed. Yet.”

You snort, finally looking away from the idiots as you hear someone walk up behind you, Charles and Max, the latter turning around as well.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” The commanding voice of the Williams team principal rings out, causing the two mclarens to halt their movements, immediately separating as they stand up.

James surveys the little group for a few moments and you look over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of blond hair before it disappears.

“Now,” James starts, scanning the drivers in front of him, all in varying colors of team shirts, “I could probably get you all in trouble for being in my garage but since I’ve heard a lot of excitement about our guest today, I’ll let it slide.”

You looks back to the man in front of you when you hear a mention of yourself, skin heating as several pairs of eyes all look to you. You look away and back to where you’d seen Logan, hoping for a quick escape. You find him but you watch as he makes eye contact with Lando before turning away as quick as he can. Lando, on the other hand, shoots a hand out to point at the driver, moving forward toward him.

“Logan!” He yells as the aforementioned driver turns away, making himself busy with pretending to be helping Alex, “I need to know what he did to get you in his garage!”

Lando gestures at you before moving to walk past you. He only makes it a few steps before James is stepping in front of him, pushing the lighter man back slightly, “I actually believe you will all be going back to your own garages, yes? It’s almost time for the race.”

Lando frowns with a suspicious look on his face, planting his feet firmly in the ground beneath him as if challenging James to move him. Oscar rolls his eyes before grabbing the brunettes wrist and dragging him out of the room, waving slightly at Logan as he exits.

Charles and Max both wave at you as they leave but Max is the one calling out, “Nice to meet you, y/n.”

You smile at the pair, waving them goodbye. You sigh as you turn around, tiredness filling your face. James stops you before you can stalk off to your seat for the race, hands grasping your shoulders lightly.

“It’s nice to finally meet my drivers girlfriend,” there’s a knowing look on the man’s face and you open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it, “He didn’t tell me. But I saw you two in the hall earlier, the boy had love written on his face, it would’ve been hard to miss.”

You blush, looking down toward the ground with a smile, “Thanks Mr Vowles, it’s nice to meet you as well.”

James laughs, ruffling your hair as he leans away, “Have a fun day, kid. Maybe you’re his lucky charm. And you can call me James.”

You smile as you walk away, smoothing your hair back to place. You weren’t too annoyed by the antics since it was pretty windy anyway, your hair had already been going wild.

“Thanks, James. Good luck, today.”

He just nods in response before slipping away, no doubt to get ready for the race. You turn to talk to Logan but he’s already been swept up in the chaos of the pre-race so you leave him to it, finally making it to your designated seat for the day.

It’s not long before it’s lights out and away we go.

P3. P fucking 3. Logan had just gotten a podium.

You don’t think you’d ever screamed as loud as you had when he crossed the line. Luckily, Alex’ girlfriend, Lily seems just as excited as you, jumping up and down as the team celebrated around you. Fortunately, Alex had had a good race as well, finishing in fifth.

You didn’t bother wiping the tears that were falling from your eyes, too busy trying not to fall over in your expensive heels as Lily dragged you to where the team was meeting at the barriers. Sun shines brightly down on you all, painting your faces with a warming light. Williams employees revel in joy from all around you, pure happiness gracing their usually joy-deprived faces.

The crowd seems to part as you and Lily make your way to the barriers, grasping at each other tightly, trying to make sure this was all real.

Tears stream down your face, no doubt taking your mascara with them. You have to gasp for air more than a couple times, pure elation taking over your breath. You watch as the blue car rolls in front of you, slowing to a stop. Lily hugs your arm tightly, already having heard about your relationship from Alex. You see Alex’ car out of the corner of your eye but you’re too busy trying not to collapse.

Logan steps out of the car, hands visibly shaking. You can practically see the smile through his helmet as he stands on the nose of his car, the crowds of Miami cheering for their hometown hero.

He jumps down and moves to take off his helmet, gloves coming off with them. He glances around at the crowd above him, taking in the moment he gets to be the hero for once, gets to be revered. But his eyes do move away, tracing the crowd for his team.

When his eyes land on yours, another tear slides down your face and drops off into the warm concrete below you. His grin in that moment could move mountains, filled with enough pure joy to heal any aches and pains you’ve ever felt. You can’t look away from his child-like joy, having never seen him this happy in your entire year of dating. His eyes widen with a warmth you wish you could find a way to stay in forever, almost rivaling the warmth of the Miami sun.

Someone from race control tries to get him to go get weighed but he’s dropping his helmet before taking off in a run. He reaches you and before you can even say a word, he’s grasping your face in his hands and leaning down to put his lips against yours, melting into your embrace.

Screams echo around you but all you can hear is the words Logan whispers as he breaks away, leaning his forehead against yours, “I did it, baby.”

You laugh, leaning toward him as he reaches a hand up and wipes away your tears, “Yeah, you did. I’m so proud of you!”

Logan smiles, closing his eyes momentarily to take in the love between you, “Thank you for coming, I love you so much, baby.”

You tilt his head up to catch his lips in another searing kiss, hoping he can feel just how proud and in love with him you are, “I love you too, so, so much.”

You’re both just grasping at each other, praying to be able to simply hold each other for as long as you can before someone pulls him away. Unfortunately, that comes sooner than you’d hoped as someone from race control pulls him away to get weighed. You finally break from the trance he’d put you in, looking around to see Charles and Max staring at Logan as he walks in front of them, glances shared between the pair in p1 and p2.

Lily wraps an arm around you as Alex walks away from her as well and you lean your head on your shoulder, watching as your boyfriends talk after getting weighed, obvious congratulations and pats on the back being shared between the two.

You knew this would make Aimee mad, but you honestly couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were too busy being young and in love. You could always find a different agency, you were in high demand after all.

Logan’s stood to the side with Alex when Lando walks up, eyebrows furrowed deeply as he surveys the Williams drivers.

“What the hell was that, mate?” Lando calls out to Logan, confusion creeping through his outward disapproval.

Logan laughs at the Brits face, sensing a bit of disappointment in the McLaren drivers demeanor, “The podium?”

Lando rolls his eyes, running a hand through his curls, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Logan laughs again as Alex throws his arm over the younger drivers shoulder, preparing to steer the two of them to interviews, “Just kissing my girlfriend, mate. Nothing else to it.”

Lando seems to be even more confused as the Williams drivers walk away, although he does eventually manage to shout out a final sentence, “How’d you manage that!?”

Logan practically cackles as Alex snorts, knowing as much as he did that it was a miracle he had pulled you, “I’m not sure either!”

They do eventually make it to interviews and then podium, Logan sending a heart down at you with his hands before Charles and Max turn to him, champagne in hand. Logan stands there and takes it, Miami sunlight bounces off the rivulets of alcohol that cascade across his tanned skin, still hot with the warmth that had infected him during the race.

The next morning, you don’t remember much from the night before. You had gone out to celebrate with Logan and of course, it was Miami and you were known so it wasn’t too hard to find the best spots. Drinks flowed and music pumped and you’re pretty sure you were hanging out with pitbull at one point.

Logan was still asleep in your bed in your Miami home, shirt missing and a distinct smell of beer sticking to his skin. His hair was ruffled and random pieces of glitter floated around his skin. His shins were hanging off the edge of the bed and random marks littered his exposed back, scratches and bruises, no doubt your fault, painting his usually blank skin with hues of red and purple. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more in love with him.

You slide from the bed quietly, moving toward your guitar as a sudden bout of lyrics plagues your mind, begging to be released. You strum passively as you sit out on your balcony, humming lyrics under your breath as Logan remains asleep soundly in your bedroom.

“Said it’s still reserved for me … who are we.. fight the alchemy?”

A month later, Logan’s entering the paddock, his phone clutched tightly in his hand and headphone covering his ears. He’s making his way to his garage when he’s suddenly bombarded by the same five drivers from Miami, all talking over each other.

“Calm down, one at a time, please,” Logan sighs, waiting for them to quit speaking at the same time. They all stop, Carlos being the one to speak first.

“Have you heard the new y/n song?” Carlos asks, eyes raised widely. Logan laughs as he asks it, sliding his phone open to Spotify, proudly showcasing your new song playing on loop.

The Alchemy - y/n l/n

Logan slides his phone in his pocket, walking away before Lando can wax poetic about you or complain about Logan stealing you away from him. Logan glances back to see Oscar covering Landos ears as the song starts to play from a nearby speaker. Logan laughs as Charles, max and Carlos do the opposite of helping by deciding to sing it loudly in the Mclaren boys face.

Alex watches his teammate walk up, pulling off his headphones to find the song also playing the garage. Alex laughs, leaning his head back in content, basking in the pure happiness radiating through the atmosphere this weekend.

“Good song,” Alex hums, cracking an eye open to see a wide grin split the younger man’s face.

“Thanks man, it’s about me.”

Alex laughs, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in, watching as Logan sways to the song, lips moving to the words no one else had had time to learn yet.

Alex closes his eyes again, letting the rhythm of the song and Logan’s hums take over his hearing. He wasn’t sure about your relationship at first but he honestly hoped you’d stay together just so he could see Logan this happy every weekend.

You, on the other side of the world, were listening to the song at the very same time, singing the lyrics to yourself and dancing to a song Logan had been hearing for the past month non-stop.

As you danced along, you just knew Logan was out there somewhere, dancing with you.

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Tags: @casperlikej @evie-119

#scheduled #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x female reader #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 smau #logan sargeant x fem!reader #logan sargeant x you #logan sargent x reader #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargent fluff #fem!driver!reader

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dontbelasagnax · 5 months

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I want to be three years old again, sitting on the floor doodling on a big drawing pad as my brothers and I patiently wait for my mom's tai chi class to end. We'd silently pass markers amongst ourselves. I can't remember time any better than faceless figures but I remember how warm and welcoming that calm studio was. Was it night or day? I suppose that detail wasn't important. I remember how sleepy I always was and that no one minded the child curled up on a blanket. I think that's the closest I've ever been to a cat. Napping away in the corner while adults occasionally glance over fondly because I'm simply doing what children do. Life was carefree and relaxed into a warm liquidy haze during those tai chi classes. Perhaps time makes the memory grow sweeter but I'd like a taste of that again.

#lasagna rambles #wistful yearnings this sunday evening

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overflowing-with-words · 2 years

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'used as an experiment' / seeing the stars again | echo j.

Febuwhump Day 7: 'Used as an experiment.'

TW: Experimentation, death.

Echo's experience on becoming Mr.E. It's not a fun one.

A/N: mr.e is totally echo i believe it fully and the absolutely angst potential was taken too and the ending is a lil rushed bc I have to run to bed, but I promise I'll edit all of this after febuwhump ends xD for now, its just plain bad writing

• • •

Echo doesn't do a lot of things around the lighthouse. There's not much around, anyway. Fixing parts of himself say after day, cleaning up the thick dust that seems to gather around the house faster than he can wipe them away.

There's no adventure, no difference in his schedule week after week. His creator has disappeared, and he no longer has anyone to talk to. But Echo's glad for the normalcy.

He finds other ways to entertain himself. Drawing's takes up one, doodling faint sketches in the back of faded blueprints. He finds pieces of chalk and charcoal scattered all over the place, and saves them in a box for later. Never hurts to plan for the future, right?

Although he doesn't really like to think what the future holds. No one seems to be coming for him, and he doesn't remember anyone besides Dr. Julien. Might he spends the rest of his days drawing and cleaning, stuck in the lighthouse and it's dark corners?

Echo considers this, and doesn't really like the thought. Maybe if he waits long enough, a rescuer will appear.

One day, he's wiping the windows down, entertaining himself with the squeaks the rug makes when he swipes it across the glass. He stops to stare out the window, and the sparkling stars catch his eye.

They glow and glimmer across the dark navy of the sky, and he traces out a constellation pattern from them, one after another.

That night, he carries Tai-D up the stairs, bumping carefully up the rickety steps. He balances the robot the table next to their highest window carefully, and pulls up a chair for himself.

Tai-D hums a note of question, and he decides to explain their activity that night to the small machine. " We're watching the stars." He says, and the robots eyes light up in a emotion he can't tell out.

Tai-d might like it too , Echo thinks, and pushes him closer to the window. The robot's engine lets out a low purr, and rolls itself along the edge, picking up a loose bolt along the way and storing it away neatly like it always does.

They study the glittering stars that night, and Echo wonders how he's missed out on the beautiful sight for so long. One could hardly tell they were burning balls of fire by the sight, he thinks. They look more like polished diamonds someone has poured across the soft sky, arranging them in unique patterns one by one.

Echo wipes at the crusty, tawny colored rust that never seems to come off his design, and looks over at the small beeping machine next to him.

"Do you like them... friend?" He asks Tai-D, adding in the last word after a moment's pause, and robot turns towards him, chirping in excitement. Echo decides he probably does like them, and he's glad he's finally got a friend.

From the on, the small machine rolls after him everywhere, chattering loudly in a language he doesn't understand. Echo doesn't mind, though. He likes the company, and he now has someone to spend the days with.

• • •

One day, there's a loud slam on the door underneath, and Echo jumps in fright. He hasn't heard sound from another life before, and he's under the trapdoor and hidden in the shadows in a blink of an eye. Tai-D isn't there, he realizes suddenly, and is torn for a second between going back out to investigate and rescue his friend, or stay in the safe burrow.

Fear wins out in the end, and he whispers a small apology to the robot. He'll venture out and find the robot later, he promises himself. After the strange voices have left.

After a few minutes, doorsteps echo above him, barely a few feet from his hiding spot. There's a familiar purring, and Tai-D clatters into his vision, engine running noisily and eyes lit up in delight.

There's a pause--

And the world blurs and spins, and he's standing back at the oak table like nothing had ever happened.

Maybe his memory chip has problems, Echo thinks, and spends the rest of the day searching for his own blueprints and instruction his creator left behind, wondering how to fix the glitch.

• • •

The days fly by, and he doesn't bother to count them up. His data can tell him the date faster than he can think it, but Echo prefers not to know the date.

And one day, they come. He watches as strangers traipse into the lighthouse, breaking down the front door.

A girl dressed in purple, long dark ponytail sweeping her back. She's accompanied by a hulking, well, Echo can only describe as a giant. Tai-d runs in from the doorway and putters away into a corner, and he doesn't have time to make a dash at the trapdoor before they come crashing into the room.

They freeze in unison, and stare at him suspiciously. Echo stares back blankly, unsure of what course of action is the best to take. He's never met another human for as long as he can remember, and these two don't look friendly.

They apparently know what to do, though, and the raven haired one pulled out a gun, aiming it at him carelessly. Echo doesn't have time to react before a flash of silver erupts from the tip, and he collapses in a pile of sizzling electricity, succumbing to the darkness.

• • •

The next time he wakes up, his limbs don't reply to his call, and his eyes flutter open, bright golden pupils flashing.

"Where am I?" he tries to ask, but his voice box does not reply. Echo looks down to see his insides splayed out over the table, nuts and bolts scattered over trays.

Why was he being taken apart? Thoughts whirl in his mind, and the only one he can focus on is how he wants to be back to the painfully familiar lighthouse, sitting at the oak table with Tai-D.

A intense beeping suddenly plays on a device next to him, and he spots the multitude of wires poking out of him. Someone in a blindingly white lab coat runs over, yelling something about 'turned on' and reaches inside his chest plate. A flick inside him flicks off, and everything turns pitch dark again.

Echo powers off.

• • •

He doesn't remember how many times he wakes up during whatever the scientists are doing.

Whenever it is, his build is always messily spread over the table, and Echo grows to be familiar with the sight of himself being apart.

Sometimes, the scientists in ivory white jackets ask him to repeat his name, scowling in annoyance whenever he tries to tell them he is Echo, creation of Dr. Julien.

That's when he gets shut off again, and the last thing he sees is the blinking light above him.

It almost looks like the stars again.

• • •

One time, he wakes up and doesn't remember his name.

He doesn't panic, though. It's like his emotions have been surgically removed, but that thought doesn't make him anxious either. When the men in white coats ask him to tell them his name, he blinks blankly for a second, and thinks.

He thinks for a long while, and nothing comes up but a letter. E. All he remembers is an E.

And maybe, that is his name.

"Mr. E." He says quietly, in a monotone tone barely audible. They smile in victorious glee, and turn him off again.

• • •

The next time E wakes up, he has a red visor across his eyes, and a black cover on his face, resembling a motorcycle helmet. He doesn't like the crimson covering his vision, but he doesn't say anything.

He isn't supposed to, anyway.

E listens to his masters explain his duties, and accepts the swords, colored the same red and black. They seem to have a theme for him, he decides, and sheathes it expertly. He doesn't remember where he learned to use them, but that doesn't matter much to him.

• • •

One time, he finds a fight with a curious nindroid, blue eyes gleaming like diamonds.

He doesn't think much of it. Maybe there are more like them, all around the world.

The blue eyes robot keeps demanding his identity, and he wishes to tell him he has none. They duel and battle, and in between landing strikes and punches and flying arrows close, too close to his face, he watches the glittering eyes and wonder why the face looks so similar.

A blink of an eye, and he's frozen into a sheet of ice, sparkling clear surrounding him. E freezes for a second, and regains his stability, shaking his way out of the block of freezing solid.

The gray nindroid insists that he doesn't not have to do this, but he is wrong. He does have to fight him. It is his orders, and he cannot disobey his creators.

If that is what they are, at least.

They fall, fall down a steep hill of sharp cascading rocks and a flurry of hazel sand, and he stumbles up to his feet, watching the other robot's face plate crack open, revealing a tangle of colorful wires. His blue eyes flitter open, and dim with a gasp.

He bends down, and flicks open his chest plate, inserting the bug carefully. He has no other orders to hurt the nindroid.

But even after he walks away, far away, the glowing electric blue eyes haunt him for no reason, except a strange feeling of familiarness.

• • •

Days after days of fighting, searching, melts into each other, and he remembers orders of finding brightly colored ninja, most importantly a glowing virescent green one.

He studies a few pictures of them to memories their faces, and stumbles across buried records of a freckled brunette boy wearing a elaborate blue suit, with another ponytailed girl next to him, bright smiles plastered on their faces.

He doesn't know why they feel familiar, and he doesn't bother trying to remember.

There are a lot of things he doesn't remember, now.

• • •

The last time, he finally fails an order.

Straight from Lord Garmadon, but when people surround him, hands glowing with all colors of the rainbow, Echo doesn't know what else to do but fight as hard as he can and try not to break because the blue one's eyes look scared, so scared.

He doesn't like her looking sad, but he doesn't know why.

And as threatening Lord Garmadon looks, violet eyes flashing dangerously and dark smoky power curling from his hands, E isn't scared.

Not really. If this means something else than the fighting, the searching, the numbness of feeling nothing at all, he's almost glad to finally face death.

Maybe... he'll remember.

And when the amethyst power traps around his build, finding its ways into the cracks of his machinery, he doesn't fight it. The pain curses through his pain receptors, and the mauve energy continues shakes his mechanized limbs, tearing the stiff tendons and breaking the metal.

He can faintly hear the inky ponytailed girl protesting, and he kind of appreciates the fact. That they're arguing for his life, even though he was the one who failed an order. Not them.

Nuts and bolts clatter to the ground, falling away, and parts of his build part finally cave and break. Something snaps in his helmet, and memories rush into his head, emotions flooding his mind like they've been held back for an eternity.

Lord Garmadon mutters a last sentence of poisonous words, but he doesn't hear it.

He's busy remembering. Remembering the old times, the achingly familiar times he's had with the small chattering robot at the old towering lighthouse.

Echo's looking at the black surrounding his vision, and wishing he was back with the stars, with Tai-D at the rough table.

He's remembering every time he spent under the restricting crimson vision, and he's glad he's finally returning to somewhere better than this.

The last of the periwinkle fades out, and his machinery drops to the floor in a mess of jumping sparks and pieces.

Echo, though, isn't there.

He's watching the stars by the run down dinner table, looking at the azure crystals scattered on the sky from the window.

He's glad to be home.

#echo #echo zane #echo julien #ninjago #ninjago fanfic #febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday7 #used as an experiment #the angst #writing #fanfics

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aro-kai · 4 years

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This is a public service announcement to remind everyone that

Gandalf Easter is on February 15th!!!

So if you are aro, single, or just love Gandalf, remember that this lovely holiday is just around the corner!

Some celebratory suggestions include:

Painting eggs to look like LotR characters!

Hiking up snowy mountains!

Wearing white!

Taking advantage of cold weather to blow smoke rings!

Thinking about philosophy!

Stroking an imaginary beard!

Saying "Happy Gandalf Easter!" to anyone you meet!

(To which the proper response is, of course, "whatever do you mean by that?")

Muttering to moths!

And yourself!

Calling everyone a fool!

Eating PO-TAY-TOES!

(this is more Samwise day, but whatever)

Being mysterious!

Wearing a cool ring with fire doodles on it!

Being "on time" to everything!

FIREWORKS!!!

And, of course

Watching LotR!

So have fun celebrating with your favorite "Fool of a Took" on the most wonderful holiday of the year this Saturday, and remember that although some of us may wish that Valentine's Day need not have happened, all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us, and if that choice is Gandalf Easter, you may indeed make your world a happier place.

Fly, you fools! To celebrating!

#gandalf #Gandalf Easter #holidays #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the silmarillion #tolkien #jr2t #jrr tolkien #celebrations #Valentine's Day alternative #nerdy holidays #aro #palentines day #sort of #please spread the word #fly you fools #fool of a Took

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lunanight0 · 5 years

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Lir dump because I love him. the first post with more info this post for finished doodles

I may full draw like one or two of these doodles.

He was always a sentience sea foam, and just watched the other pony’s. He hears one talking about going far away, and he just “I wanna do that!!!! :0000000” so after much practice and annoyance he managed to take a hold form. He’s seen both Pegasi and unicorns do he smashed them together not knowing alicorns are a thing. Felt kinda awarded all the staring and whispering to others, but he can’t read moods he’s just a numbing bafoon. I’d imagine he’d get himself into some really silly situations. Like freaking everyone out by eating a rock and freaking them out, even more, when it just falls out of his chest. Because rocks sink in water. -prone to putting random things in his mouth after figuring out tastebuds. -someone trying to punch and just splish splosh kinda hard to punch water over -he can color himself via reflections of light, or drinking paint. -turn skin to ice to help things stay in? Tho carefully move so it doesn't look bad. Like melt corners to walk around. -tay, he’s probs try to eat something of tays -he’s pretty blind because he’s w a t e r but ingesting the item gives him a better view if that makes sense? like when you are in the water it's hard to see something outside of the water, but you can see items in the water better. -like he's nearsighted, but not so bad he just can only see shapes, he gets some detail but not a lot -he also likes to eat things to see how his body will work with them. Like if they float or sink. -oh what about mourn tho, maybe he’s just like “stop, bad” and wack with a newspaper cause you can’t just kill water. -heat doesn't do a horrible amount of damage because he will just collect water from the air. Or reabsorb his steam. -he’s stupid -child innocent stupid but still stupid -he can feel pain. Well, physical attacks do nothing, magic or ones that turn him to steam/ice can do damage. -he likes to eat flowers, but once he learns they need water to grow he will be commonly found watering them. -he gets this “I am life itself” feeling every time. -probs works as a gardener, he loves his plants his house would be filled with them. -if changing into a smaller form he’d probs expel steam which would turn to humid air that under his control to his house or follows him -likes to fly but at first is a big challenge as wings are water

@ask-tay-relic, hello I love my boy. so here's some more information because son

#art #my art #spam #doodles #tablet #digital #oc #my oc #Lir #still worth it just just love him.

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jennyboom21 · 5 years

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Come for the shade, stay for the comments!

“One of the crazier things that I totally believed in my early days at Dlisted was the story that Taylor Swift was so sick of paparazzi stalking her ass that she just dove into a box (hehehe) and was moved right by them without them being able to take a photo of her doing her usual traipse to the gym, to Candy Land, or to Karlie Kloss’. Alas, Tay’s team is a buch of fuddy-duddies, and they made SPIN (who wrote the original story) retract their reporting. What they didn’t count on was a former boy bander going rogue and ratting her out!

Vogue U.K. interviewed Zayn, and I have a feeling he may have caused things to be a little awkward between his girlfriend Gigi Hadid and her BFF Tay. I guess Zayn was talking about working with Tay on that song they did for one of the 50 Shades Of Grey movies, and he blabbed, “She was travelling around in a suitcase.”

Oh! He said it was her way of getting around avoiding paparazzi, and I’m sure she just loved that he shared that. I’d watch it if I were you, Zayn! To punish you, she may bring back the Fourth of July party just to be able to force you into eating her patriotic baked goods and sulk in a corner watching her gaggle Yankee Doodle pop stars squeal at how they broke free from your native land.”

#blind item #zayn’s cracked out ass #gaylor swift #do people forget shes a flipping amazon

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taiblogcomics · 6 years

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Fortune Favours the Bowled

Hey there, Mr. Fancycakes. Still got my big stack. What should we do next? I guess to keep things most interesting, let's not do the next issue of My Little Pony. Let's do a new Ponyville Mysteries instead, yeah? Either way, it's the only one I've read in the stack, so we're stuck with it~

Here's the cover:

Like the first issue, the use of negative space is striking. You have the bowling guys sobbing in the foreground, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom inspecting the crime scene in the background, and Scootalock Holmes right there standing in the even-more-foreground. It's good stuff! I hope this trend in the covers continues~

So, the last issue left off with the Cutie Mark Crusaders deciding to make their detectiving an official hobby of theirs. And just in time, too, since the Big Lebowski ponies come in with their own troubles. The brush-cut fellow with the glasses is Walter, while his skinnier companion is Jeff Letrotski. Just for clarity, for those of us (including yours truly) who haven't seen The Big Lebowski. Anyway, the Crusaders accept the case, which seems to be an incident of sabotage. Somepony's been stealing bowling pins from the alley at night, and thus preventing their bowling team from practising for an upcoming tournament. A Ponyville record is on the line, even, so it's a very important game~

The group heads to the bowling alley to look for clues, and meet the rest of their bowling league. By the time this issue is over, we're going to be pretty tired of looking at the word "bowling", I bet you. Their other teammates are Mayor Mare, Cranky Doodle Donkey, and Big Macintosh, just for reference. Sweetie theorises that maybe birds have stolen the pins, since that's how their previous case was solved, but alas that it's not that easy. Anyway, Cranky's only in the issue so they can make a "Donkey, you're out of your element!" joke. ("But Tai," you ask, "how do you know that reference if you haven't seen the movie?" Well, dear reader, because I watch Homestar Runner~)

After a quick interview, they conclude that none of their teammates are secretly doing evils behind their back. Nopony in town would be sabotaging their home team, so they decide to investigate the other teams in the league. There's a brief interlude where the Crusaders pass by their other friends and remind you that this is based on a book series. Dude, if these books really did involve Twist having a bout of lycanthropy, I might have to read them. Anyway, the Crusaders have a snack at Sugar Cube Corner to recharge, which ends up being a lucky thing that all their respective guardians have business in specifically the towns where the other league teams live. Detective work involves a lot of coincidence, I've noticed~

Applebloom investigates Dodge Junction, where it turns out Cherry Jubilee and Marian the Librarian run their team. Turns out none of them have left town in several weeks because they're all working so hard to compete in the league, thus dropping them as suspects. And so it goes in Cloudsdale and Canterlot as well. The Cloudsdale team is literally just the Wonderbolts and Spitfire's running the team just the same, while the Canterlot team consists of Fancypants, Upper Crust, Moondancer, and Twilight's parents. And as we know, Fancypants has always been a stallion of integrity, to the point that he's insisting the team use no unicorn powers. So with none of them available to be suspects, who's left~?

With all of their leads dried up, the Crusaders don't really have anything left to do but go to school. Applebloom observes, however, they're clearly not the only ones who stayed up all night working on something, since Snips and Snails are asleep at their desks. Before class can begin, though, suddenly Letrotski bursts into the classroom. Seems the saboteur has struck again, and the Crusaders abandon class to check it out, to Cheerilee's consternation. Once at the bowling alley, they confirm there's no witnesses or evidence. What is here, though, is an old stallion named K.P. (short for Kingpin). Oh no, Wilson Fisk is behind this!

Turns out K.P. here is the one who holds the current strike record in Ponyville, the one Walter is about to break. He's not bitter about it or anything, as he's held it for a really long time. Long enough to retire, even! However, he offhandedly mentions that his grandson Snips is less than thrilled. (Note on "grandson": they say "grandpony", but doesn't that sound more like a grandparent? "Grandcolt" might work better, but "pony" is too ambiguous.) They rush back to class, only to find Snips and Snails have already absconded. They head for Snips' house, where he refuses to let them in. But in their panic to cover up their crime, Snails is unable to keep their entire closet full of pins to stay closed, spilling their load and revealing their crime.

With their villainy now exposed, the other ponies show up to see what Snips has done. Snips apologises, explaining that he was just so proud of his grandpa. The record meant a lot, and he didn't want that taken from him. K.P. understands, but as previously stated, he's not a bitter fellow. He's okay with letting the record go, and so Snips agrees to also do so. And you know what the benefit of having Mayor Mare on your bowling team is? She's able to do things like officially renaming the bowling alley after Kingpin, to stand as an honour even longer than his record. And of course, none of them could've done it without the Crusaders~

Another simple mystery, and a rather well done one at that. All the key parts are established early on. They even introduce you to Snips in an otherwise unimportant scene, just to establish him in the story so he doesn’t come out of right field. Honestly, when my only complaint about a story is the ambiguity of the word “grandpony”, it’s probably a pretty good story. Can’t wait to see what they do next.

Speaking of what they do next: Looks like issue 3 is about old people. Well, they’ll have to work really hard to make that concept fun~

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'used as an experiment' / seeing the stars again | echo j.

Febuwhump Day 7: 'Used as an experiment.'

TW: Experimentation, death.

Echo's experience on becoming Mr.E. It's not a fun one.

• • •

There's no adventure, no difference in his schedule week after week. His creator has disappeared, and he no longer has anyone to talk to. But Echo's glad for the normalcy.

Echo considers this, and doesn't really like the thought. Maybe if he waits long enough, a rescuer will appear.

One day, he's wiping the windows down, entertaining himself with the squeaks the rug makes when he swipes it across the glass. He stops to stare out the window, and the sparkling stars catch his eye.

They glow and glimmer across the dark navy of the sky, and he traces out a constellation pattern from them, one after another.

That night, he carries Tai-D up the stairs, bumping carefully up the rickety steps. He balances the robot the table next to their highest window carefully, and pulls up a chair for himself.

Echo wipes at the crusty, tawny colored rust that never seems to come off his design, and looks over at the small beeping machine next to him.

• • •

Fear wins out in the end, and he whispers a small apology to the robot. He'll venture out and find the robot later, he promises himself. After the strange voices have left.

There's a pause--

And the world blurs and spins, and he's standing back at the oak table like nothing had ever happened.

Maybe his memory chip has problems, Echo thinks, and spends the rest of the day searching for his own blueprints and instruction his creator left behind, wondering how to fix the glitch.

• • •

The days fly by, and he doesn't bother to count them up. His data can tell him the date faster than he can think it, but Echo prefers not to know the date.

And one day, they come. He watches as strangers traipse into the lighthouse, breaking down the front door.

• • •

The next time he wakes up, his limbs don't reply to his call, and his eyes flutter open, bright golden pupils flashing.

"Where am I?" he tries to ask, but his voice box does not reply. Echo looks down to see his insides splayed out over the table, nuts and bolts scattered over trays.

Why was he being taken apart? Thoughts whirl in his mind, and the only one he can focus on is how he wants to be back to the painfully familiar lighthouse, sitting at the oak table with Tai-D.

Echo powers off.

• • •

He doesn't remember how many times he wakes up during whatever the scientists are doing.

Whenever it is, his build is always messily spread over the table, and Echo grows to be familiar with the sight of himself being apart.

Sometimes, the scientists in ivory white jackets ask him to repeat his name, scowling in annoyance whenever he tries to tell them he is Echo, creation of Dr. Julien.

That's when he gets shut off again, and the last thing he sees is the blinking light above him.

It almost looks like the stars again.

• • •

One time, he wakes up and doesn't remember his name.

He thinks for a long while, and nothing comes up but a letter. E. All he remembers is an E.

And maybe, that is his name.

"Mr. E." He says quietly, in a monotone tone barely audible. They smile in victorious glee, and turn him off again.

• • •

He isn't supposed to, anyway.

• • •

One time, he finds a fight with a curious nindroid, blue eyes gleaming like diamonds.

He doesn't think much of it. Maybe there are more like them, all around the world.

A blink of an eye, and he's frozen into a sheet of ice, sparkling clear surrounding him. E freezes for a second, and regains his stability, shaking his way out of the block of freezing solid.

The gray nindroid insists that he doesn't not have to do this, but he is wrong. He does have to fight him. It is his orders, and he cannot disobey his creators.

If that is what they are, at least.

He bends down, and flicks open his chest plate, inserting the bug carefully. He has no other orders to hurt the nindroid.

But even after he walks away, far away, the glowing electric blue eyes haunt him for no reason, except a strange feeling of familiarness.

• • •

Days after days of fighting, searching, melts into each other, and he remembers orders of finding brightly colored ninja, most importantly a glowing virescent green one.

He doesn't know why they feel familiar, and he doesn't bother trying to remember.

There are a lot of things he doesn't remember, now.

• • •

The last time, he finally fails an order.

He doesn't like her looking sad, but he doesn't know why.

And as threatening Lord Garmadon looks, violet eyes flashing dangerously and dark smoky power curling from his hands, E isn't scared.

Not really. If this means something else than the fighting, the searching, the numbness of feeling nothing at all, he's almost glad to finally face death.

Maybe... he'll remember.

He can faintly hear the inky ponytailed girl protesting, and he kind of appreciates the fact. That they're arguing for his life, even though he was the one who failed an order. Not them.

Lord Garmadon mutters a last sentence of poisonous words, but he doesn't hear it.

He's busy remembering. Remembering the old times, the achingly familiar times he's had with the small chattering robot at the old towering lighthouse.

Echo's looking at the black surrounding his vision, and wishing he was back with the stars, with Tai-D at the rough table.

He's remembering every time he spent under the restricting crimson vision, and he's glad he's finally returning to somewhere better than this.

The last of the periwinkle fades out, and his machinery drops to the floor in a mess of jumping sparks and pieces.

Echo, though, isn't there.

He's watching the stars by the run down dinner table, looking at the azure crystals scattered on the sky from the window.

He's glad to be home.

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