#poor logan

logan was never seen again...

Rorke snatched him like a tv on black Friday during the 2000s

Logan: No you haven’t-

Roman: Well I am SERIOUSLY considering it-

Logan: *sighs* Thank you, Roman-

Wade:Noted... Perhaps

Logan: Wade please not today

Wade: One is how I can't keep my mouth shut even if someone else's or my life depends on it. What was the other thing?

Logan, glaring at Wade: That you zone out before I finish a sentence and start daydreaming about god knows what.

In my opinion, William were looking for any and every reason to drop Logan after promising him his last 10 races in Formula One because if they were originally gonna drop him, they would’ve done it in the summer break. So doing it now makes complete and absolute no sense, also to drop him for a complete rookie with literally almost next to non-testing time in an F1 car just absolute madness and they did it all for one big fat check from a sponsor that they just announced today and that sponsor is said to be paying for Franco seat in the sums of millions of dollars for the last 9 races and the fact that Williams were probably planning this for months because you know contract negotiations with sponsors don’t happen just within three days is sickening. So essentially they brought on one big huge pay driver because Williams and vowels is greedy for money besides was Logan’s more than 30 million a year in sponsorships not enough to satisfy them? Also what happens when Franco eventually crashes the car because he is a rookie and is not used to driving that shit box of a car. 

Also, this whole situation is super sad for Logan because now you have Oscar and Alex saying that he never truly got to show his full potential in F1 and they won’t say the reasons why they’re just saying he never got to show his full potential and what he fully capable of as a driver and that he does have the raw pace to be in f1 and that whatever he does next he will be amazing at. Also, it’s been rumored that Logan was only told on Tuesday that he would be dropped so this whole situation with Williams and the way that they’ve handled it publicly by not even giving him a proper goodbye post or a proper anything it’s just sickening. I for one will never be a fan of them again. They have tainted their image for me at least.

The night was quiet, far too quiet for Logan’s liking. The stillness of their shared apartment only made the darkness feel heavier, more oppressive. Wade was curled up next to him, already lost in some dream about Madonna, while Logan lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to push the memories away.

But the nightmares had been clawing at him all week—taunting him, waiting for the moment his eyes shut to drag him back into that hell. And tonight, they finally succeeded.

In his sleep, Logan’s body tensed, his fists clenched at his sides as the memories surged forward, overtaking him.

The water was freezing.

He was strapped down, cold steel cuffs biting into his wrists and ankles. Logan’s eyes darted around, wild and desperate as the water in the tank rose, submerging him inch by inch. Every instinct screamed for him to fight, to get out, but he couldn’t move. He was trapped, bound, helpless.

Then the needles came.

Dozens of them, long and sharp, drilling into his bones. His entire body felt like it was on fire as molten adamantium flowed into his skeleton, coating his bones in the unyielding metal. The pain was unbearable, like nothing he’d ever felt before, and it consumed him entirely.

He screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the water, bubbles escaping his mouth as the agony spread, deeper and deeper, until it felt like even his soul was being ripped apart. Strykers face appeared above him, warped by the rippling water surface, but Logan knew he was smiling.

And he was becoming something else. Something inhuman.

Logan shot up in bed, gasping for air, his chest heaving. Sweat drenched his skin, and his claws were unsheathed, gleaming in the dim light from the window. His heart pounded in his ears, his throat raw from the scream he hadn’t realized he’d let out.

The pain from the nightmare lingered, his muscles still burning with phantom agony. His hands shook uncontrollably, his breath ragged. He felt the tears stinging his eyes before he could stop them.

“Logan?”

Wade’s voice was soft but filled with concern, pulling Logan out of the haze of panic. Wade was sitting up beside him now, his hand already reaching out to gently touch Logan’s shoulder.

Logan couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even look at Wade. His whole body trembled, the weight of the nightmare pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The memories were too real, too vivid, and he hated how they still had power over him, even after all these years.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Wade whispered, scooting closer, his arm wrapping around Logan’s tense frame. “It’s just a dream. You’re safe now, alright?”

Logan shook his head, trying to will the tears away, but they slipped down his cheeks, betraying him. His claws were still out, digging into the sheets, and he cursed himself for being so weak, for letting the nightmares get to him again.

But Wade didn’t seem to care about the claws or the tears. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses to Logan’s cheeks, right where the tears were falling. His lips were warm, gentle, and his touch was steady, like he knew exactly how to pull Logan out of the darkness.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Wade murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve got you.”

Logan closed his eyes, trying to focus on Wade’s voice, on the warmth of his lips against his skin. It was grounding, pulling him away from the memory of cold water and searing pain. Slowly, his claws retracted, and his body began to relax, though the tension still clung to his muscles.

Wade didn’t stop, his hands gently stroking Logan’s back, his kisses soft and reassuring. “You’re not there anymore. You’re here. With me.”

Logan let out a shaky breath, his voice hoarse when he finally spoke. “It… it felt so real. Like I was back in that tank…”

Wade nodded, understanding without needing to ask. “I know. But you’re not. You’re with me, and nothing’s gonna hurt you here.”

Logan didn’t say anything, but he let Wade pull him down onto the bed, his body still trembling as Wade wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. Wade’s hands moved in slow, comforting circles on his back, and Logan found himself sinking into the embrace, the warmth chasing away the remnants of the nightmare.

Wade’s breath was warm against his neck as he whispered, “I’ll stay right here, okay? You’re not alone in this.”

Logan didn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nodded, closing his eyes as he buried his face in Wade’s chest. The nightmare still lingered at the edges of his mind, but with Wade there—steady and unyielding—Logan knew he could face it. He didn’t have to fight this battle alone.

Wade held him tighter, pressing a soft kiss to Logan’s forehead. “You’re strong, Logan. Stronger than any of that shit they did to you.”

Logan let out a shaky breath, his grip on Wade tightening as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in a way he rarely did. Wade’s presence was like an anchor, keeping him grounded in the present, far away from the horrors of the past.

The minutes stretched on, but Wade didn’t let go. He kept Logan close, whispering reassurances, kissing away the tears that still lingered on his cheeks.

Slowly, the tremors in Logan’s body subsided, and the tightness in his chest eased. He wasn’t okay—he didn’t think he ever truly would be—but for now, with Wade by his side, he could breathe.

As the night wore on, Logan finally began to relax, his body heavy with exhaustion. Wade kept holding him, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on Logan’s skin until sleep began to creep back in.