#THAT I JUST WANT TO

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

I’ve been waiting for you, to slip back in bed

worst!logan x reader

summary: Logan couldn’t protect you in his universe, and now he’s still haunted by the missing piece in his arms.

Tags: ANGST ANGST ANGST, kinda fluffy? Mentions of death? Mentions of sex, people being naked, Logan being cutesy, nightmares, me being a hopeless CAS fan 😭

A/n: this literally came to me on a whim, so if it’s still like rough? Please do forgive me. Not proofread AT ALL. wrote in like an hour and was like “I NEED TO POST IT ASAP” PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LISTEN YO ‘k’ by cigarettes after sex while reading this 🙏🙏🙏

Random taglist: @pedroscurls @karencaribou @xenith-eats-stars @coocoocachewgotscrewed @crappy-writings

He could still recall that day so vividly—the moment he knew, beyond doubt, that he loved you. The moment his mind screamed for him to marry you, until the thought consumed him entirely, and he did. In his universe, you were everything. The only thing he needed.

Under the soft glow of dim lights, you sat across from Logan in the small, cozy diner. He’d wanted to sit beside you—close enough to feel your warmth—but the booth was too cramped. The leather seats groaned with every movement, while the air hung thick with the scent of greasy burgers and sugary shakes. Across the table, he reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together as you absentmindedly sipped from your milkshake. His gaze softened, unfamiliar and tender.

You squirmed under his eyes, the intensity stirring something deep inside you. He could tell—you were already flushed with heat, your mind wandering back to the hours before.

The memory of your bodies tangled in his sheets came rushing back: your head resting on his bare chest, the mattress still carrying the scent of passion. Your legs entwined, the remnants of desire still palpable as sleep tugged you under.

His thumb traced slow circles over your knuckles, and the soft rhythm of it soothed a deeper restlessness in you, something bubbling just beneath the surface, something familiar and unspoken.

Later that night, as you rested against him again, he pulled you even closer—though it seemed impossible, with how closely you were already pressed against his chest. His lips brushed your forehead as he murmured into your hairline, words barely louder than a breath.

"So sweet to me, bub. Do you even know what you do to me? Hmm?"

You were lost in sleep, your breathing deep and even, the rise and fall of your chest steady against his own. He thought you were far gone, deep in slumber.

But when the words slipped out—"Love you so much"—your eyes shot open, bright like a Christmas tree.

He froze, momentarily stunned as you gave him a sleepy, radiant smile. Even in the darkness of the room, you seemed to glow, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the window, the energy between you palpable.

"Really? Say it again," you whispered, eyes wide with excitement.

Logan chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest, pulling you closer still. His fingers gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he leaned in, kissing you softly.

"I—" his lips grazed your cheek,

"Love—" a kiss on your temple,

"You."

Each word punctuated by a kiss, a tender rhythm as he worshipped every inch of your face. You giggled, the sound light and sweet, as you whispered it back to him. The words flowed between you like a secret, a promise. And that night, you showed each other over and over just how much you meant them.

For days to come, every night, he would pull you into his arms, hold you close until sleep overtook you both.

But the energy between you never dimmed. Whether in a quiet diner, the softness of his bed, or the way you moved together through the world—it felt like you were always in sync, like the two of you were caught in an unspoken dance. His hand would brush against yours as you walked side by side, and you'd give him that knowing smile, the one that said you understood exactly what he was feeling.

Even in silence, your bodies spoke, each touch, each glance a step in that intimate dance. It was there in the sway of your hips as you moved around the kitchen while he watched you with a lazy smile, captivated by the way you effortlessly drew him in without a word. It was in the way your head would rest against his shoulder, his fingers grazing the small of your back, as if leading you through some invisible waltz. No music, no steps. Just you, moving together, as though time itself bent to the rhythm you created.

And in those moments, Logan felt weightless—like you were pulling him out of the heaviness of the world, guiding him into something lighter, something beyond the noise. It wasn’t always about words. Sometimes it was simply about being close, finding the rhythm of each other's presence. The quiet sway of your bodies, the electric spark between your fingers—there was nothing more profound than that.

But as time passed, the once-bright moon in your universe was swallowed by dark, looming clouds. And then they came.

Logan took a deep breath, long and steady, as he lifted his body off the cold, hard surface beneath him. His eyes shot open, reality crashing back.

He wasn’t there anymore.

And you weren’t here.

He lay still, his breathing shallow, as he tried to shake the remnants of the dream. It was always the same. The warmth of your skin, the rhythm you created together, the feeling of being weightless in your arms—gone. The dance you’d started, unfinished.

His mind lingered on the memory of how easily you'd once led him, as if no one else existed. Even now, he could feel the ghost of your presence, the way you’d press into him, guiding him with nothing more than a look or a touch. He could almost hear your voice, the way it used to make him feel alive, as if you were still moving with him, still leading him through the darkness. But the cold, empty room reminded him that you weren’t.

Still, somewhere deep inside, he felt it—like you were still there, just out of reach. The echo of your laugh, the phantom warmth of your body. And despite the silence, despite the emptiness, the rhythm continued. Even without you, he was still moving to it.

Wishing for you,

To come right back.

[cornyonmains]

Something I find very interesting about this CEO assassination is that the guy who did it has basically become an American hero.

They're probably quite worried about what will happen when they catch this guy, especially with the level of public support he has. If they catch him alive and he gets to air his grievances, he could unite the entire country against the private healthcare system. It could go to trial and result in jury nullification, which would basically send a message to the American public that catching a rich body comes without consquences.

If they kill him to keep his mouth shut, I'd say people will burn cities to the ground, and it could potentially provoke even more anger against private health insurance. In a powder keg, it only takes one person lighting the match.

I know it sounds over the top, but a figurehead is a powerful thing, and that's what this shooter is. The rich understand it. That's why Blue Cross just magically decided they were going to pay for anesthesia again. Those dead-eyed psychopaths were going to take everything they could until someone shot that guy and that's the gospel truth.

Keep the hate fire burning. Watching their fear is the closest I've come to knowing joy since the Bush administration.

[heresylog]

I don’t care if you make fun of Catholicism as long as it’s accurate! The best humour has its roots in the truth.

[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

[puppppppppy]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[everoutoftouch]

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[kidovna]

heartbreak

[sapphicscience]

idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

[altn0g]

best friends

[sidhewrites]

Being kink positive makes it really hard to be a hater of media rip. I used to love watching “the WORST book I’ve read this year” booktube videos but now its like I hear them ask, “Who is this werewolf smut even for?” Omegaverse fans, next question. “Why would you write this?” Because they find it sexy, can we stop focusing on the ewie yucky kink part and focus on the fact that the author used the word knot five times in a single scene? It’s bad werewolf erotica, but it’s not bad because it’s werewolf erotica like come on

[bauliya]

as a woman with elevated testosterone (pcos) who uses steroids (asthma inhalers) i must say i am feeling very cheated in the athletic prowess department. when is my dangerous masculine olympic level strength and speed supposed to kick in. do i need to go to professor x

[sheepydraws]

The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"

[stemmmm]

bad youtube clickbait thumbnail that reads "I think I just had a therapy session with a DEMON???"