#Hope Is Home and the Heart Is Free

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

A little fluff from Hope Is Home and the Heart Is Free, the epilogue to All Dreams Were Worth Keeping (the one where NMJ [and the other two to a certain extent] has to come to grips with his grief over losing his father while navigating fatherhood himself). Right now Nie Mingjue has recently accepted the fact that the best thing to do with Lao Nie's old clothes is to incorporate them into his own wardrobe.

--//--

“I look just like him already even without all this,” Nie Mingjue says to the room at large. Meng Yao is sitting on the floor pulling things out from under the bed one at a time and he doesn’t look up from where he’s attempting to carefully extract a bundle of loose papers as he replies.

“Yes, I’ve noticed. Huaisang showed me some old photos from his mother’s scrapbooks; he was handsome, though I can very un-objectively assert that you’re much sexier.”

Nie Mingjue snorts at that and lets the amusement distract him long enough to shrug out of his own t-shirt and into the one in his hands. It’s plain, utterly indistinguishable from one of his own except for the fact that the fabric is downy soft and worn thin, the texture of it a far cry from the thicker weave of his own (likely much more expensive) clothes. He picks up the next thing he spots to go with it and shrugs into a stiff button-down, the Hawaiian print in shades of blue and green not nearly as obtrusive as some of the other pieces he distinctly remembers Lao Nie wearing regularly, laughing and larger than life either at the kitchen island or out in the back yard where they used to have a massive gas-powered grill for summer evenings.

Meng Yao looks up at him when he goes still again and Nie Mingjue watches his husband clamp an utterly blank mask over whatever it is he’s thinking – he hasn’t done that in so long that Nie Mingjue’s first instinct is to get defensive, but he forces himself to breathe through it instead of getting irritated.

“What’s that face for?”

“I’m not making a face.”

“Exactly.”

Meng Yao’s resolve visibly wavers for a moment before he covers his eyes with one hand and sighs. “You were wearing something almost identical to that the first time we hooked up, that’s all.”

Nie Mingjue blinks at that and glances down at himself, picking up the hem of the Hawaiian shirt between thumb and forefinger to study it and try to remember if he owns something like it. He’s never bought a Hawaiian shirt that he’s aware of, but there’s no doubt at all that Meng Yao’s memory is infinitely better than his so there’s very little chance that he’s wrong.

Still, that small hint of doubt pushes him to double check, “Are you sure?” which rightfully earns him a little pouting glare for daring to question Meng Yao’s ability to recall just about anything.

“Yes, and I distinctly remember spending most of the day wishing you didn’t look so good in what I would generously call ‘dad clothes’ even back then, and I’m feeling particularly vindicated in my assessment now that we’ve started this project. You already dress like an old man, I’m just glad we can save money on buying you a whole new wardrobe to facilitate that.”

“A-Yao if you have a thing for dads you can just say so-”

“Oh we are absolutely not having this conversation right now. Go back to your sorting, I’m busy.”

Nie Mingjue laughs at the blush in the apples of his husband’s cheeks, but he generously doesn’t press him on it, hopefully to bank a little good will for when he will inevitably irritate him again later. With Meng Yao unwilling to help him stall any longer, Nie Mingjue takes a deep breath in and turns to face the mirror in the wardrobe, long enough to capture most of his tall frame.

[the-mighty-het-speaks]

august 3rd, 1963, downey, california, usa

[alchemiclee]

been looking in tags for a few days now to see if anyone else found the whole high cloud quintet and related story to be a bit.....poorly written, nonsensical, contradictory, full of plot holes and loose ends, etc. apparently i'm not the only one. (and i'm not even talking about shipping stuff, because any time I saw someone mad about bad writing, someone always replies to be homophobic and laugh about failed ships. weirdos.) it could have been so good but was thrown into the garbage for the most part (IF you noticed all the plot holes and contradiction. if not, then it's a fine enough story tbh. I expect most people to see it on surface level and not read all the little hidden lore bits and try to piece it together like my autistic brain did. which is ok! enjoy it if you liked it and ignore me 😆)

[fizzytoo]

i started watching community recently and amaya in the last post is vaguely inspired by jeff

[mrlowell]

I just finished Steel Ball Run and

Aurgh.......

[phagechildon]

Wishing you the best after all that's happened to you. Your happiness still matters after distance and time.

Regards, A Memory

All memories are welcome Anon, no matter who you are 😊 Your message means so much to me, thank you. There are days I truly don't know why I'm still here. I'm not sure what post you saw, I probably forgot to delete one of my personal posts, I'm sorry ;////; I really hope things get better too, it's been a long series of ups and downs and just yesterday, we received really bad news. Amidst everything else going on, my mom was diagnosed with Uterine (Endometrial) cancer. Meh. We're just staying positive. I really hope you're doing well Anon, and that the world isn't diminishing your smile. Please feel free to reach out to me if you'd like to talk again, my inbox here and on Discord is always open. I deeply cherish each and every memory, and often those memories are what keep me going.

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[salem-baker]

A cry for help from Gaza

My name is Salem, I am 26 years old. I am married to Hadeel, she is 25 years old, and we have two beautiful children: Laila (5 years old) and Bakr (five months old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.

Laila and Bakr are my heartbeat, the light of my life, and my everything.

The horrific story of the recent war in Gaza

Since the beginning of the last war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us to be displaced. We had to move more than 10 times to find safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced extreme hunger and malnutrition that almost claimed the lives of me and my children. In addition, we have been exposed to many serious infectious diseases and epidemics.

Before: This is our homeland, our dream, and our promising future.

Unbearable hardships

Every day I have to travel long distances just to get water, and stand in lines for hours to get food. My children's mental health deteriorated due to the war, their education was interrupted, and they suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.

After: This is our house, built with our sweat and effort, and it was completely destroyed.

The right to a peaceful life

My children deserve to live a peaceful life free of fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your help means the world to me and my children.

The cost of arranging travel for an adult outside Gaza currently varies

Between $5,000 and $7,000, and $2,500 for each child, in addition to a cost of living of $500 per month.

How can you help?

Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed

Laila: My beloved, the closest to my heart, and my little one.

Bakr: My child who came during this horrific war.

Donate now and help us get to safety

May God reward you greatly for your generosity.

Background on the Gaza war

The war in Gaza has left hundreds of thousands of victims, destroyed infrastructure, and left many homeless. The humanitarian situation in the region has reached critical levels, with severe shortages of basic necessities such as food, water and health care. Children are the most affected, as they have lost their sense of security, education and normal life.

Your support is our hope

Your donation is the light that can guide us towards a better future. Don't miss the chance to be part of a story that saves a family suffering from unimaginable hardships.

Donate now and make hope possible

Thank you for your support and kindness.

My gratitude

Salem and family

[save-mohamed-family]

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I love you all 🙏🙏♥️🌹

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.

My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters, who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, I am facing a severe injury to my leg, which is at risk of amputation if I do not receive the necessary treatment. My wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, and my wife is also suffering from uterine cancer.

Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .

I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .

Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.

My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.

Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.

My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.

Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?

Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.

Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.

I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!

To everyone with a compassionate heart,

To all who understand the essence of humanity,

This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.

We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.

My name is being repeatedly added to many public and private donation campaigns. Please, be a support for me in this difficult situation.

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Sincere greetings & thanks

Mohammed & the family

[seaoreos]

I post/queue all of my asks from Palestinians- and within 24 hours, I can have up to 10+ in my inbox again. I reblog the donation posts I see, and then queue them again for later, too.

I had another dream about Gaza last night. This marks… my 3rd or 4th one? They’re getting longer, and more vivid, and more intricate each time. I can’t understand the people who are able to look away.

especially because, if anything, that would make me feel even worse.

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

I'm still committed to finishing all of my current ongoing wips this year, one of which is the sequel to my Modern Sunshot 3zun fic, All Dreams Were Worth Keeping. So far there's only one chapter up though I've got bits and pieces written of the next couple, so here's the beginning of chapter 2.

(If you need a refresher, this fic is currently focusing on Nie Mingjue's un-resolved grief from losing his father [and later will include all of 3zun navigating parenthood when they've all still got childhood trauma to deal with])

--//--

“Are you going to be alright?” Meng Yao asks him quietly one morning roughly a week later. They are, once again, standing in the hallway outside of Lao Nie’s room and Nie Mingjue is glaring a hole through the door. “It’s alright if you need to take your time -“

“This is ridiculous!!” Nie Mingjue snaps. Meng Yao reaches up to rest his hand on his shoulder in silence. “It’s just a room! It’s just stuff! I shouldn’t - I should be able to - it’s just shit and my dad isn’t here!!”

The house is silent around them. Somewhere, a bird titters just loudly enough for the sound to reach them at the end of the hall. Nie Mingjue is breathing heavily as if he’d just finished a sparring session, and he finds himself unable to look Meng Yao in the eye when his husband moves to stand in front of him.

“Mingjue.” He doesn’t raise his gaze until Meng Yao lifts his head with a finger under his chin, and even then he only does so begrudgingly. “Mingjue, listen to me. It is not shit in that room, it’s your father’s memory. It means something to you, and by extension to the rest of us. You’re allowed to be upset and to have a difficult time with this. It’s not ridiculous, it’s grief. Stop trying to act like you shouldn’t feel it.”

Nie Mingjue manages to keep still for roughly five seconds before he gives in to the desire - the need - to drag Meng Yao in for a crushing hug, his arms nearly looping him completely.

“Ow,” Meng Yao pouts, but he pats his back anyway so Nie Mingjue doesn’t loosen his grip. “You Nies and your big emotions. Let go of me, you big lug, we’ve got to get started if we’re going to make decent progress before we have to go get Jingyi.”

Nie Mingjue hums in acknowledgement but doesn’t let go just yet, instead electing to duck his head and cover Meng Yao’s cheek in scratchy kisses until his husband is laughing and trying to squirm out of his grip. Even something so simple as that does wonders to help him feel steadier and more present so he finally releases Meng Yao, who straightens himself out with an indignant huff.

“Do me a favor?”

“I am already doing you several favors, chiefest of which being this project of yours. But yes, what else can this humble husband do for you, da-ge?”

“Stay married to me for as long as humanly possible.” Meng Yao’s expression stills and then melts into something sugary soft. “And then marry me again in our next lives, just to make sure it sticks.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Meng Yao replies with a tart little smirk and a lift of one eyebrow. Nie Mingjue nods as if sealing a deal and then there’s no more delaying the inevitable - he lets Meng Yao lead him into Lao Nie’s room to begin their project anew.

[rayvern-sheep]

🎊🥂🍾🥳💀💀💀🥳🍾🥂🎊

Abusive cunt died today!!!!!

Bring out the fucking champagne!!!!!

🎊🥂🍾🥳💀💀💀🥳🍾🥂🎊

Oh wait… I can’t drink rn… BOOO

[myheartxmyman]

But somewhere over the last year I lost you, the person I still love deeply. Whoever you are now is someone else. I tried to reach you, find you again, but who you are now who you became I don't even consider as a friend.

[darthteeth]

!!Help Ahed and his family get through this war in Gaza!!!URGENT!!!

"I am Ahed Alanqar. I am 33 years old. I am married to Maisoon Alanqar . We have three children: Fatima (9 years old), Iman (6 years old), and Nour (1 year old). We faced all the challenges imposed by the war regime in Gaza, but now we need your help to escape from... This tragedy, Fatima Iman and Nour are the pulse of my heart and the light of my life.

Since the beginning of the last war in Gaza, my home has been partially destroyed, forcing us to move. We had to move more than ten times to find safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced extreme hunger and malnutrition that almost claimed the lives of me and my children. In addition, we have been exposed to many serious infectious diseases and epidemics.

Unbearable hardships

I have to travel long distances just to get water, and stand in line for hours to get food. My mental health and the health of my children deteriorated due to the war. My children’s education was interrupted and they suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives. After: This is our house, built with our sweat and effort, and it was partially destroyed.

The right to a peaceful life

My children deserve to live a peaceful life free of fear and anxiety. My dream is for your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your help means the world to me and my children.

The cost of arranging travel for an adult outside Gaza currently ranges between $5,000 and $7,000, and $2,500 per child.

How can you help

Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed"

(Text copied from the gofundme/art by @spacebeyonce)

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[hasanalserr7]

Help My Family Survive and Find Safety in Gaza

Dear friends and merciful people

Imagine losing everything that is dear to you in one day. This is the harsh reality that my family is facing in Gaza. I am is Hasan Alserr, and I communicate with you with a heart full of pain and a desperate call for help.

On July 28, 2024, my world crashed when my mother and sister were tragically killed during an attack on the tent displaced in the safe areas of Muwasi Khan Yunis, as the Israeli occupation claims. Our family of seven has been destroyed - my father, my only sister four brothers. Now, we are only five people, struggling to survive under horrific conditions.

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Our home has been completely demolished and homeless. In addition, my father has the only source of income that supports us, as we have been displaced several times, and every transition strips us of stability and hope. One day the walls were safe, leaving the survivors' family in a temporary tent, holding on to hope amid their broken dreams.

We desperately need your support to survive and eventually evacuate from Gaza. Your donations will provide basic supplies, help us secure safer living conditions, and help evacuate efforts. Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a big difference in our battle for survival.

Your donation and sharing of our story will greatly help us build our lives, provide the necessary protection for all of us, and provide the main necessities of life, including food, treatment, and basics.

Thank you for your kindness and standing with us during this critical time.

With sincere appreciation,

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[teamred]

any other way

✩‌ logan howlett/wolverine x reader | fluff | 1.8k

SUMMARY | in which your good friend, wade, ditches your planned movie night, but his roommate offers to watch one with you instead. however, logan ends up falling asleep on your shoulder.

WARNINGS | drinking, kissing, swearing, gets a little steamy/handsy

RATING | teen+

NOTES | it's funny... i've been a big x-men fan for a while, but i never really fell for logan until d&w. if this pops off, maybe i'll write more for him!!!

///

“Wade, hurry up and let me in! A girl can only hold freshly popped popcorn for so—oh.” 

Instead of your dear, annoying friend, it’s his gorgeous, rugged roommate who answers the apartment door instead. Your eyes sweep over him, taking a liking to how his brown plaid button-up drapes over his white tank top. His clothing choices compliment his sturdy frame and strong pecs. His facial hair is perfectly groomed and—  

And it doesn’t help that you have just the teeniest, tiniest crush on him. 

“Logan, hey!” you exclaim, a little too enthusiastically. “I didn’t know you were going to be here for movie night too.” 

“Wade’s not here, bub,” Logan says, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms and a sympathetic half-smile.

“What?! That little shit said he’d be free tonight…”  You sigh, shaking your head. “Well, it’s all good. I’ll just—” 

“Did you want to watch a movie with me instead?” Logan offers. You think you hear a hint of hopefulness in his voice. “Since you came out all this way?” 

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you. I’m sure you’re—”

“Darlin’,” he interrupts with a soft chuckle. Your heart stumbles at the sound. “I have never been more free on a Saturday night. You’re welcome to join me, but only if you’re comfortable with it.” 

Now your heart is melting over his kindness. You smile warmly. “I always feel comfortable around you, Logan.” 

He returns the smile and gestures for you to come in, offering to take the popcorn and if you want anything as you remove your shoes.

“I got it, but thank you. A beer would be good,” you reply, settling in on one end of the couch in the living room. You glance around curiously. “Is Blind Al not home either?” 

“Yeah,” Logan calls from the nearby kitchen, bending towards the open fridge to grab the drinks. “She’s getting, in her own words, ‘turned up’ at the casino tonight.”

You snicker as you browse through streaming services to pick a movie for tonight. Logan returns with a beer in each hand and you’re surprised when he takes the middle seat next to you. You catch a whiff of his scent and it is intoxicating–a blend of woody notes, perhaps leather and pine. 

“So what’s the movie for tonight?” Logan asks, taking a sip from his bottle. 

“Well, be honest with me here: Wade promised that we could watch this new movie that just released a few days ago, but it’s a romantic movie, so—” 

“Of course,” he cuts in with a roll of his eyes, tossing a kernel into his mouth. “That’s his favourite genre.” 

You deflate a little. “Okay, with that tone, I’m assuming I will have to change the movie choice.” 

“No! Don’t change it because of me,” Logan quickly interjects. “We can watch whatever you want. I’m genuinely content to just sit here and do something other than watching reruns I’ve seen a million times before.” 

You study him for a moment, trying to gauge his sincerity. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure,” he reassures you, nodding and flashing another smile. You will yourself to calm your racing heart and focus on finding the movie. Once you select it, you press play and relax into the couch cushions. 

Out of nowhere, Logan places his arm around you, his hand slightly hovering above your shoulders. You stiffen at the unexpected move, unsure why he’s doing it. But then he quickly pulls back, shuffling a bit away from you.

“Shit, sorry,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed. “It’s out of habit when I watch stuff.”

“You can leave your arm there,” you blurt out. You don’t even register the words coming out of your mouth. Where was this boldness coming from? 

He quirks an eyebrow, amused. “Yeah?” 

“Mm-hmm,” you nod fervently, rushing to grab your beer to steady your nerves. Taking a long sip, you try to force your body to relax again. 

The first few minutes of the movie starts quite slow, but your eyes are glued to the screen to ensure you don’t miss the exposition. Just as you reach for the popcorn, so does Logan, and the back of your hands brush against each other. 

“Sorry,” you both mumble, glancing at each other in awkwardness and something hanging in the air. He juts his chin out with a subtle smirk, gesturing you to go first. You grab a handful, and as he follows suit, his fingers graze against yours, causing you to shiver. 

The air in the room is electric, and you wonder if the tension is just in your head or if Logan feels it too. The movie continues, but your thoughts are consumed by the warmth of his body so close to yours and the possibility of what might happen next. 

Later into the movie, you freeze as you feel Logan leaning in closer. You turn your head, ready for what might happen–

But then, he goes completely lax, slouching into your shoulder and resting his head in a comfortable position. 

“I should’ve chosen a different movie…” you think, shaking your head. 

It’s hard to focus on the movie with this gorgeous being asleep on your shoulder (and the movie doesn’t seem to be that great anyway). Towards the end of the movie, your attention drifts completely and you indulge in how Logan sleeps. His soft snoring. The gentle squeezes he gives your shoulder as he dreams. The steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes in and out. 

Suddenly, Logan stirs and lifts his head, almost snorting up air cutely. He blinks groggily. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, gorgeous. Did I sleep through the movie?” 

You hesitate, hung up on the fact that he called you gorgeous. Your cheeks prickle as you search for the right words to say.

“Yeah, you did,” you whisper with a small smile. “But it’s fine. It wasn’t that great anyway.” 

“Mm, figures,” he mumbles. “Did you wanna watch another movie or—” 

As he straightens up, you instinctively lean towards him, closing the gap between you two. Your noses practically touch.

“Or did you wanna do…” Logan’s voice is low and gravelly. You hold your breath and hold his gaze. “...something else?” 

You barely nod, and he drags you into a searing kiss. His hands cup your cheek and neck with urgency. Soon enough, his tongue dips into your mouth, sending a jolt to your core. 

Logan cradles your body and carefully positions you lower onto the couch. The weight of his body pressed up against you sends you into overdrive. His hands dive underneath your shirt, exploring your soft skin. The pressure of his body against yours leaves you breathless. Not only the pressure of his body, but also his—

“Winner winner, chicken dinner!” 

Wade’s booming voice cuts through the front door like a tornado, forcing both of you to scramble away faster than opposing magnets. However, it’s too late; Wade has witnessed everything. 

“Oh, my God, Blind Al, my plan worked! It fucking worked!” Wade squeals, jumping up and down. 

“Oh, no. Are they butt-ass naked on the couch? Times like these, I’m grateful to be blind.” 

“No, they’re thankfully fully clothed. But they were just dry humping the shit out of each other though.” 

“You ditched movie night on purpose, you asshole!” you screech. 

“Hey, you should be thanking me,” Wade retorts with a wink. “You and Wolvie always have had palpable sexual tension every time you were in a room together. Hell, even Laura agreed it’d be a good idea to set you two up.” 

Logan and you exchange a sheepish smile, acknowledging the truth in Wade's words. 

“Blind Al and I will just be basking in our casino winnings with a few drinks and then we’ll be out of your hair in a few. And then you two can carry on and fuck each other freely on the couch.” 

“But keep it down, please,” Blind Al adds with a hint of desperation.

“I probably should get going now,” you chime in, eager to avoid the awkwardness. Logan quickly follows behind, walking you to the front door. 

“I’m sorry about all this,” he says in sincerity.

You wave him off. “You never have to apologize for them. They’re like family; I’m used to them.” 

“I didn’t know where the night was heading, but—” He turns around to check over his shoulder, lowering his voice and leaning in slightly. “—I’m glad Wade set us up.” 

“Heard that!” Wade calls out from inside the apartment. 

“Damn it,” Logan mutters, making you giggle. “Anyways, would you let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow night?” 

You beam as you reply, “I’d love that.” 

“Great, I’ll call you later.” 

Logan steps outside of the apartment and closes the door behind him, pulling you in by your waist for another kiss. Innocent at first, but then he presses you up against the wall and his hands grips at your waist, extracting a few moans from you.

“Either get back inside or just go home with her rather than wall-fucking her outside of the apartment!” Wade’s muffled voice echoes through the thin walls. 

Logan retreats slightly, his breath warm against your cheek. He keeps his voice low. “And not trying to put pressure on our date tomorrow, but if—”

“If things get heated, let’s go back to my place,” you finish his thought with a soft promise. 

His eyes light up with a relieved smile. “You read my mind. Thank you.” 

You smile into one last kiss, the world fading away as you savor the sensation of Logan’s mouth on yours.

Until Wade pops his head out through the door like a whack-a-mole you’re dying to hit. “Okay, seriously. I will offer you my bedroom, if you’re really that horny, you guys.” He calls out your name. “Also, did you know he can smell how horny you are?” 

“I—what?” you stammer, blinking in confusion.

“Wade, shut the fuck up,” Logan snaps with gritted teeth. He faces you again with a gentle smile. “Have a good night, gorgeous. I’ll call you as soon as you get back home.” 

Logan’s a man of his word, almost calling immediately as you stepped foot in your apartment (with Wade providing unnecessary commentary in the background, as always). 

Later, as you get ready for bed, you can’t help but admit how grateful you were for Wade’s set-up. If it wasn’t for him, neither of you would’ve made a move; it would’ve progressed at a glacial pace. 

Lying in bed and looking up at your bedroom ceiling, you think to yourself how tonight truly was perfect, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Smiling, you drift off to sleep, dreaming of what tomorrow’s date might bring. 

ENDING NOTES | thank you so much for reading and giving some love! part two can be read here!