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spidey-webz · 1 month ago

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505 | Logan Howlett

Summary: You're long gone and Logan only has the memories of you left. One evening, he decides to relive them again and almost feel you around him once more... (loosely inspired by "505" by Arctic Monkeys)

Pairing: Worst!Logan Howlett x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, lots of angst, reader has died in Logan's universe, hints at masturbation, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, light choking, breast play (a little), oral (f receiving), alcohol, use of petnames (bub, baby...), it's a little sad, happy end ig? , MOST OF THIS IS A FLASHBACK/LOGANS MEMORIES

Word count: 4.3k

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Wade was on a date tonight.

The apartment was strangely quiet without his roommate’s annoying voice. Blind Al was meeting up with friends too, so it was just Logan in the quiet space.

A few weeks ago, he might have sought out the first bar he could find on an evening like this. But not today. Today, he just wanted to take time for himself. Watch some trashy sitcom on TV and order himself two pizzas just for himself. When would he ever get to experience an evening this quiet again? Wade’s chatter was continuously making his head hurt and he sincerely hoped that he would grow partial to it with time. Or else he might actually cut off his own ears in an attempt to stop this man’s mindless talk.

Was killing someone because they talked too much a valid reason?

The microwave in the kitchen let out a few “beep” noises. There were still some leftovers from yesterday. Greasy pasta seemed to be his main source of “nutrition” these days. If you could even call it that.

Even though Wade was graciously offering him a place to stay, Logan didn’t want to overstay his welcome. He’d have to find his own apartment in due time. But he was still adapting to this world.

Wade had tried multiple times to make him go to a bar with the intention of actually talking to someone. Find a friend or find a woman.

But why would he do that? He had lost everything already. Helping Wade out with jobs for the TVA was one thing, but he didn’t want to socialise and meet other people. Back in his universe, it had brought him nothing but pain. He wasn’t going to risk someone else’s life again. Wade couldn’t die and Logan kept a friendly distance to all his friends even though they had been nothing but welcoming to him.

The only person he would have cared about was you. Logan didn’t know if you even existed in this timeline, in this universe. But he knew the end of it all, so he would not come looking for you. Maybe if you had never met him, a few horrible things could have been prevented.

Once he had sat down on the couch, plate in hand and putting on a TV show that he wasn’t going to pay any attention to, he tried to relax. Booze was the only option for him to feel calm. When all his senses were drowned out by the alcohol, he could allow himself not to think about you and the mistakes he has made.

Wade insisted that he was a hero – a good man. He had saved people, he had saved this timeline, but the weight of his mistakes was only decreased and never really gone.

Logan was a broken man. Nothing could fix him.

His memories were weighing him down. Even now, in the quiet of his apartment, he felt like they were torturing him.

There was one memory in particular that wouldn’t leave his mind. Losing his friends and his family had been one thing, but losing you had felt like the final blow. A death blow.

Game over.

His desperation always brought him here eventually. The sound of the TV being drowned out by his thoughts as he forced himself to focus on the good things. The happy memories with you, before all of it had been taken from him.

He placed his plate down, rubbing over his temples. The thoughts of you wouldn’t leave his mind. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling. It was rushing through his entire body, encircling him and pulling at his nerves.

Your smell would always linger in his memories. Your voice would always sound through his head in his dreams and even now, he could remember it as clear as day. Logan was getting older, his memory got worse, but you would always linger in his mind. Sometimes, he managed to push the memories away, but you’d always find a way back. He didn’t want to forget you. He just wanted the pain to stop.

Logan missed your late-night conversations together. He missed spotting the crinkles around your eyes whenever you laughed, holding your stomach and making him feel like the funniest person on earth.

But now? The Wolverine wasn’t fun. He wasn’t a “fun” guy. He had been drained of it when you left him.

He had buried his happiness with you.

Yet you wouldn’t leave his mind. Sometimes, on days like today, he allowed himself to think about you. Let the good memories flood his mind. Hold onto the relief they brought him, before it would turn into pain again.

Logan closed his eyes as he laid back on the couch. His breathing calmed down when he tried to hold onto the glimmer of hope as he dove back into the memories of you. It was addictive and soon, he found himself engulfed in the feeling of you.

The hint of a smile appeared on his lips as he pictured your face in the sun. Your pretty lipstick almost begging for him to ruin it.

He remembered running his thumb over your lips, smearing its colour a little, before he leaned in for a kiss. You always tasted so sweet on his tongue, the taste often lingering even after you left. Logan was a tough man, not easily shaken, appearing strong on the outside, but whenever your hands found their way into his hair, his heart started skipping beats. Low groans drowned in your mouth and he revelled in the feeling of your body pressing against his.

Even now, when all he had were the memories of you, it was all he needed to feel intimacy.

Logan laid down on the couch, allowing his thoughts to drift away.

For a moment, it felt like he was back in that hotel room.

The numbers 505 written on the door. Moonlight shining in through the windows as he spotted you spread out on the bed. Hands settled between your thighs and that teasing smirk of yours. It would always drive him crazy.

And it still did now, as his hands undid his belt buckle, his mind ready to let go of reality for a moment. He was ready to let the good memories of you in, reminisce about the highs you’ve shared with each other.

Logan still remembered the feeling of your body against his own. Breasts pressed against his chest, hot skin against hot skin, your pants getting faster as he brought you both closer to your release. So many nights spent in pleasure with each other’s bodies, but the night in that hotel room stood out to him.

His body was exhausted from his last mission. But Logan would never be too exhausted to return to you. As soon as Scott gave him the all-clear, he was quick to step onto the first plane he could get. Go back to New York, back to that hotel you had agreed to meet in.

It was always a back and forth with you two. Never putting a label on things, but being drawn to each other all the time. Logan had tried to resist you in the beginning, but it had been to no avail. Your smile, your lips… it was all so very tempting and now he had lost himself in you.

The walls of the hotel were dark, only a few dim lights illuminating the space above his head. Logan could feel his heart beating faster. You always brought him to his knees, but he would never admit it.

Not to anyone, not to you.

The numbers 505 were written on the door in big, golden letters. His hands instinctively smoothed down his lumberjack shirt, taking a deep breath. It felt like his body was craving yours, in more ways than one.

Logan knocked on the door, waiting for you to allow him inside.

“It’s open.”

Your voice sent a shiver down his spine.

When he entered the room, his eyes immediately searched for you. And there you were. Spread out on the bed, wearing nothing but a shirt that looked way too big on you. Your hands laid between your thighs, your skin illuminated by the moonlight shining through the large windows.

“I’ve missed you.”

Logan closed the door behind himself, smiling at your words. He had missed you too.

“I know,” he answered, turning the lock before he stepped further into the room.

His senses soon became filled with you. He drowned out the rest of the room, the rest of the lights outside. All the business of his life and the world around him seemed to vanish when you were close. Close enough to touch, close enough so he could drown himself in you.

The smell of your perfume. The faint smile on your lips. His eagerness to touch you.

Logan had spent so many nights between your thighs already. He loved to watch you squirm as he held you down with his arms hooked underneath your knees, lips attached to your sensitive bud. He would never get enough of your taste. He would never get enough of your moans filling the room. Soon, he would be able to feel your soft skin underneath his fingertips again.

But he wasn’t going to rush it. Not today. Even though his body wanted to feel yours intertwined with himself.

You sat up on the bed, leaning against the headboard and stretching out your legs. Your shirt moved up, revealing the lace panties underneath. Logan’s gaze caught them almost instantly, eyes roaming your body as if he was already planning where to touch you first.

“I ordered something to drink for us.” You pointed over to the small table by the window. Logan loved whiskey, so you made sure to order some. For yourself, you had chosen a simple cocktail.

“Very considerate,” he grinned. Logan filled his glass with a few ice cubes and whiskey, taking a strong sip before he placed the glass back down. The liquid burned in his throat, but he would always enjoy the thrill it gave him. Drinking was just the easy way to try and avoid dealing with what was going on in his head.

“How was the mission?” You asked him. You were no stranger to the feeling of staying up all night, worried that something might happen to Logan. His regenerative abilities lifted your worries a little, but there were still so many bad things that could happen if he wasn’t being careful enough. It was still fascinating to see wounds close up so quickly on the man’s skin. Also, hickeys never lasted. They healed up within seconds, vanishing into nothingness.

But it wouldn’t stop Logan from leaving them on your soft skin.

His shoulders slumped for a moment, before he let himself drop into the soft armchair. Your question seemed to have motivated him to drink just a little more, so he reached for his glass again, downing the remaining liquid in one go. “It went well. No major fuck-ups. I’m just glad to be back.”

“Back with you” he wanted to add, but those words never left his thoughts.

“I’m glad you made it back. Without any major injuries.” Even though that wasn’t really possible…

Logan laughed softly, nodding a little. “Of course. I always try to come back in one piece. Wouldn’t want to miss out on that sight.” He tipped the glass in your direction, before placing it back down on the small table. His eyes raked over your body once more, his cock getting hard in his jeans.

He needed you. There was no denying that anymore.

Logan pushed himself out of his seat, slowly walking over to the bed. Your excitement grew by the second and you couldn’t hide the smile forming on your lips. Your dreams had been filled with the man ever since he had left. His touch would always linger on your skin and the memories of him, pressed up against you, whispering lewd words into your ear…

He sat down at the end of the kingsized bed, beckoning you closer with a small movement of his hands. You followed suit, sitting down next to him and before you could open your mouth again, his lips were on yours.

Hungry. Passionate.

Maybe even desperate.

His beard scraped against your cheeks, his arm sneaking around your back and pulling you straight into his lap. You could feel his arousal in his pants and you didn’t hesitate to roll your hips against his own.

A low groan got lost between your kisses and Logan’s hold around you tightened. Your hands explored his hard chest, all toned muscle, wandering further down until you reached his belt. It wasn’t hard to open it while you were still kissing him, the gesture so familiar by now.

You had waited far too long to chase your pleasure again with Logan. And you wanted him to know how much you had missed him. How he had been the only one on your mind.

“We need to get you out of that nightgown,” Logan mumbled. His voice had grown rougher – deeper.

His calloused fingers slipped under your silk clothing, brushing over your soft thighs before he lifted the nightgown over your head. His eyes lingered on your breasts, his erection twitching underneath you. Another buck of your hips and you had Logan groaning once more.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you while you were gone,” you mumbled into his ear as Logan started to kiss your neck. His beard scratched against your skin, sending shivers down your spine, while he took his sweet time littering your neck and then your jaw with sloppy kisses. His lips felt good on you. Wherever they might be.

Your hands curled into his shirt, pressing your naked chest against his clothed one.

“Is that so?” He asked in return and while you couldn’t see his smirk, you could clearly hear it in his voice.

Your teeth caught onto his earlobe and a hiss slipped through Logan’s teeth. His right hand got a hold of your hair, pulling you back, so you’d look into his eyes again.

“Touched myself when I was thinking ‘bout you,” you smiled.

The thought alone seemed to spur Logan on even more. A soft groan, followed by a smirk as he pulled your head back by your hair. He was gentle with it, but still determined. His eyes searched for yours, mischief sparkling inside them.

His beard brushed over your exposed breasts, leaving a shiver in its wake. Goosebumps spread over your skin as Logan wrapped his lips around your delicate nipple. His tongue swirled around it, still holding you by your hair, neck tilted back, so he could just admire the view in front of him.

“Got the sweetest body I’ve ever fucking seen,” he grumbled, giving your right nipple a little pinch. He could spend an entire evening just taking in every inch of you. He needed to memorise every part of your body.

Tension started to build in your abdomen and you wanted to clench your thighs together, desperate to get some kind of relief as Logan played with your body – determined to make you sing in his arms.

In one swift motion, he had you on the bed again, head in the thick pillows as he slid between your legs. His calloused fingertips brushed over your thighs, before he slipped them underneath the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs and exposing your core to him.

The sight in front of you was sinful. Logan had opened a few buttons of his shirt, hairy chest peeking out. You couldn’t wait to brush your hands over his chest again and feel his hard muscles under your palms. His hair was tousled from your kissing, his cheeks and lips a slight pink colour and the mischievous smirk on his face seemed to complete the picture. Your hands fisted the sheets when his tongue brushed over your sensitive nub.

Logan was skilled with his tongue and he loved to show it to you. His arms hooked under your knees, holding tightly onto your thighs as he kept you spread out for him. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, so he pressed your hips back down again with one hand. “Stop squirming, bub. I will give you what you want.”

You could trust him with that. He licked through your folds again, savouring the taste before he continued flicking his tongue against your clit. Your back arched, hips trying to squirm, but he kept you firmly in place. Logan was eating you out like a man starved, relentless and desperate. His hips sometimes bucked forward, pressing his cock against the mattress for some sort of temporary relief.

He wanted to be inside you. But not without making you shiver for him first. His fingers dug into the plum flesh of your thigh, probably leaving a bruise or two. Your moans echoed through the room, hands clawing at the sheets as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“M’close,” you announced, voice audibly trembling.

“Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” His deep voice seemed to rumble through your middle, your hips bucking up further when Logan loosened his hold on you. His tongue continued to flick against your clit relentlessly, his middle finger slipping between your folds and curling just right.

Your high came over you in waves, followed by whines and moans and chants of Logan’s name. It sounded like music in his ears. He wanted to hear more of this as the night would go on.

And he would.

His fingers continued to press against the spongy spot inside you for a few more seconds, letting you ride out your high. When your breathing calmed and your head dropped back into the pillows, Logan pulled out his fingers from between your folds.

“Look at me.” His voice was demanding and you didn’t hesitate to direct your gaze back at the man between your legs. His eyes stared into yours as he ran his tongue along his finger, cleaning your wetness off them. A low groan escaped Logan’s lips at the same time, his eyes filling with desire.

He had waited long enough to feel you around him again. He’d enjoy every second of what was about to come.

Logan did quick work of his clothes. Shrugging off his shirt, the rest of his clothes soon joined the pile on the floor. For you, it was a delight to just watch. The muscles in his arms flexed with every one of his movements. The scratches from the last time you had slept together were nowhere to be seen. What you could see however, was the fine line of hair travelling down from his belly button and ending in his underwear.

Your legs still felt shaky from your previous orgasm, but you felt the need to press them together in anticipation. Having Logan’s tongue between your folds was just one part of the pleasure he could give you.

Being apart from him always made you crave him even more. His touch, the taste of his lips, the feeling of his body weight on top of you…

Logan moved to hover over you, hands firmly planted on either side of your head as he looked down at you. His hair was a dishevelled mess, but it made you all the more desperate to run your fingers through it. And you did, even if it was just to pull him down further, lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.

You could feel his left hand moving up your thigh, gently urging you to spread your thighs further, so he could settle between them. His naked body was always warmer than yours and you felt enveloped in his scent. You could feel his cock resting heavy between your thighs, his hips moving ever so slightly to create a little friction.

“Lo, please…” you whimpered against his lips. Of course, he could only smile at your words. He was always a tease, but he couldn’t ignore his own desires. His body had been burning with longing and now you were right where he wanted you.

“Don’t have to ask twice, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your neck, placing a few soft kisses there before he sat up on his knees and pulled you closer to his middle. His hands gently travelled up from your ankles to your thighs, before he took a short moment to admire your glistening folds. “So desperate just for me,” he groaned, before he aligned his cock with your middle.

Logan wanted to feel your walls clench around him again. The sweetest feeling in the world for him.

His cock slowly parted your folds, filling you up inch by inch. A low groan escaped his throat and you held tightly onto his strong arms.

You loved to have Logan fill you – the satisfying sensation of having your body adjust to him and then feel so full.

His hands moved to your thighs, putting your legs over his shoulders as he started to thrust slowly into you.

“I’ve missed your pussy so much,” he groaned, looking down at the sight in front of him.

Your eyes were wide, arousal clearly written onto your face and your tits were right there for him to see. With every shallow thrust, they moved just a little, nipples perking up and tempting Logan to lean down and capture them with his lips again.

“More,” you urged him on, hands starting to claw at the sheets beneath you. Logan was more than happy to comply, so his pace picked up. His cock hit your sensitive spot in just the right way, sending shivers through your body with each thrust. You could feel him deep inside you, just right against your cervix.

Each movement of his hips brought you closer to release and Logan’s thrusts grew harder and more impatient. He lifted you off the mattress ever so slightly to reach deeper, making your legs squirm on his shoulders.

“Feelin’ so good, baby.” His eyes darkened with lust and he moved one hand away from your hips to palm your left breast instead. Logan’s thumb expertly brushed over your nipple as well, causing your pussy to spasm around him.

Your walls tightened around his cock, eliciting a groan from him once more as he felt you squeeze him so perfectly. Logan could usually do this for hours, but he hadn’t seen you in so long and your body knew exactly how to work him up just right.

“I'm so close, Lo,” you warned him, nails scratching along his arms as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. Your legs were shaking on his shoulders, announcing your incoming orgasm to him.

His thrusts grew a little faster and he angled your legs closer to your body, hitting your sensitive spot over and over again in that position. Beads of sweat started to build on his forehead as he grew closer to his climax. Logan’s hand moved from your breast to your throat, lightly pressing down on it and sending another wave of pleasure through your entire body.

With a corse voice, he leaned down to you, never stopping the movements of his hips. “I want you to come around me. I wanna feel your pussy milking me,” he groaned.

His words finally sent you over the edge. Your orgasm came over you in waves and had you shaking underneath Logan. The spasms of your walls around him sent him over the edge too and you felt his warm cum filling you up bit by bit. His hands clawed at your hips, not enough to bruise you, but holding on quite strongly.

“Shit,” he groaned, moving your legs to rest on his sides before he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft, but short kiss. His hand moved up to brush some hair out of your face, gaze searching for yours as he relished in the feeling of having you still wrapped around him like this.

“Don’t stay away for this long again, Logan.”

Your words sounded like a plea and he was happy to oblige.

He would not leave you out of his sight for long again.

Logan put an arm over his forehead as the memories washed away again. His skin was covered in sweat and he felt the tears well up in his eyes. All of this always made him emotional again.

He couldn’t bring you back anymore, but he could keep your memories safe with him. Sometimes, it felt good to indulge them, other times it just hurt. This time, it had felt like a relief, but the pain was already waiting to wash over him again.

Cleaning himself up, he eventually got up from the couch and went for a shower. He needed to feel the hot water on his skin, a small distraction from his thoughts. As always, he turned it up high enough to almost burn him. But it rinsed him clean of his worries for a moment.

Of his longing for you.

He should have told you how he actually felt about you. That it was more than just sex, more than a physical attraction…

After his shower, Logan just wanted to curl up on the couch again and fall asleep there. Let the next day come and live it as good as he could, because what other choice did he have?

The doorbell prevented him from heading to the couch immediately. Instead, he quickly put on some short pants and a shirt, before he headed to the apartment door to find out who would bother him at this time.

His heart stopped for a second when he swung the door open and the person on the other side came into view.

It was you.

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justevelynnnn · 1 month ago

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Need that

💋 Logan x blk!fem reader 💋

Summary: You’re a young woman in need of an older man. Specifically, that man that is staying with Wade.

Warnings: Profanity, mentioning of reader being a sugar baby, sexually explicit scenes, PiV, no protection, fingering, smoking, age gap (reader is 21)

A/N: Hugh Jackman// older Logan is why I have a current dilf obsession

Minors do not interact.

You noticed the new—and may you add hot—new neighbor walking into Wade’s apartment one day you got home from a shift at the bar. You work in the day because more reckless drunks come at night.

The only thing about this man was, well he was older. You were only 21 but he looked an easy late 40s, early 50s. However, that’s just your type. And Wade made fun of you for it all. the. time.

You were somewhat a beginner sugar baby; sleeping with older men for money. But honestly the money was a cherry on top for you.

Wade caught you walking a man out one morning before he went to work himself and completely scared him off with his usual eccentric antics. You quickly explained to him after the man ran off that he wasn’t hurting you, that you let him in.

“Ohhh, so you like fucking dilfs?”

“Why are you always so crude with how you talk, geez-“

“Hey, you know risqué humor is my thing! Literally Deadpool’s staple! How else will i keep my viewers entertained during my filler episodes?” He put his hands on his hips but you just looked at him wildly confused.

From that day forward though he always finds a way to bring it up.

You could tell his new roomate, or whoever that was, wasn’t too well off. You had a way of noticing of an older man has wealth or not. But it was okay. You made enough at the bar to pay for rent, the money from being a sugar babe was just extra.

Although, the extra money did help you finally buy a car so Wade didn’t have to keep dropping you off while also blasting ridiculous music on purpose.

After you saw the older man, you made numerous efforts to see him again. You tried to watch and see if he had some kind of routine. He didn’t. You did catching smoking cigars in the evening, before it got too dark.

So that’s when you emerged from your apartment. Doing anything. Sweeping by your front door, taking laundry to the laundry room, pretending you were on the phone or just walking downstairs. It was kind of pathetic.

One evening, you heard Wade’s door opening and closing, knew it was him. Your newest obsession. You threw on a crop top and some loose pajama shorts that kinda rode up and grabbed your laundry basket. There wasn’t much in it so you just threw some clean clothes in and walked out.

As you passed him you just said, “Good evening..”

While he did acknowledge you by glancing your way, he just grumbled. But you still melted inside. Oh, this would be a hard fish to catch but that made it so much more worth it.

You needed him.

Little did you know, Wade was watching you too. Through the peep hole of his own door of course to not make himself obvious.

When you came back to your apartment door with the basket, Wade was already outside it. Like head waiting for you.

“Oh, hey-“

“Don’t hey me missy-“ Wade said as he walked up to you, head tilted. “Don’t think i don’t see what you’re trying to do..”

You blushed. Did he know? You decided to try and play it off.

“What do you mean? Do what?”

A snort. “I’ve seen how you’ve been ogling my wolvie. I know that look.”

“Wolvie? You mean your new roommate?”

“Obviouslyyy, sista. I saw him first! Finders keepers!”

You give up. Why fight it. “I’m sorry. He just so..i mean where did you fine him?”

“Trust me, he’s from out of this world.”

He winked as you tilt your head now, not knowing how truthful he’s being since it’s normally a hit or miss with Wade. “Look- just don’t tell him…okay? It’ll be so embarrassing.”

“You’ve already embarrassed yourself.” He points at your basket. “You wash your clothes without detergent? He already peeped that. Asked me if it’s provided in the room and whatever. That’s when i knew what was happening.”

You felt your face get hot as you realized he was right.

“Look, if you wanted me to hook you guys up why didn’t you just ask? I know he’s your type. Hot daddy and all. Sharing is caring I guess… Plus, he really needs some pussy. That guy is pent up!”

“Wadeee!” You whine embarrassed even more. He was being too loud..

“What? Let me work my magic. Here, i already have a great idea…”

An enticing offer. You listen as he tells you his master plan to helping you get what you want.

You spray on some perfume behind your ears and on your neck as you look yourself in the mirror. You wore a f/c backless satin dress and some simple jewelry.

As you reached for your lipstick you heard a knock at your door. You opened it expecting Wade but instead saw…

“Hey. …Um. Wade told me he left something here and i’m just here to get it.” The gruff looking man looked over your figure. Noticing how the color of your dress complimented your darker skin. How your eyes looked up into his innocently through your lashes.

“Oh, yeah yeah sure. Come on in and i’ll get it.” You step to the side as he hesitantly walked in. “Shouldn’t be long.”

As you closed the door, the man continues to stare at you.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked sitting on your couch. You noticed his manspread and felt your heart skip a beat.

“Oh, nothing too crazy…just meeting some guy.” You winked.

“Must be a damn lucky guy…I mean..”

“Oh, it’s okay…thank you.” You pretend to look around a bookshelf to this thing Wade “forgot”. It was hard not to slightly tremble under this man’s intense stare. He was different from other older guys. He looked at you like he was somewhat hungry.

“Hm, i must’ve misplaced it..do you have time?”

He just nods.

He looked at the couple of lit candles you had in your living room, setting a calm almost romantic atmosphere.

As you continue to “look” around you broke the ice.

“Um, so..how’d you meet Wade anyways?” You turn to look at him who you noticed was probably staring at your behind.

“Longggg story. H’bout you?”

“Just my crazy neighbor. Had him dropping me off at work before i had a car.”

“Mhm. Mind if i light?” He asked grabbing a cigar and lighter from his pocket. You didn’t mind because it’s was him so you just said yes but anyone else would’ve gotten a hard ass no.

As he lights it and takes his first puff he mumbled, “Heard a lot about you..”

Oh? What could Wade have possibly done now.

“Oh? Like what?”

He chuckled. Smirked at you and said, “You have a thing for older guys?”

Another puff.

You freeze. Damn it. Why would tell him anything like that? How could this be part of the plan?

“Um, well…”

“Bit scandalous, don’t you think? Pretty young thing like you…getting with old men. Y’think they deserve you?” His lids lower. It’s a lustful stare. You could tell form a mile away.

“Maybe…maybe the lucky ones..” You slowly approach him. He rubs his thigh. He was just in a robe again but as he sat it only covered up to this mid thigh. Almost leaving little to the imagination.

“W’daya consider lucky, hm?”

“Maybe the ones that make it inside my apartment.“

He takes another drag from his cigar as he reaches for your hand and pulls you into his lap. “Yeah? So am i lucky then?”

You nod as you blush at the new closeness. His hand rests on your back slowly moving up and down. There’s some movement under his robe, a tent forming.

“There’s no guy….is there? Unless…” He takes the cigar out after puffing one more time. “Unless it’s me. Hmm?~��

You bite your lip as his other hand goes to the other side of your back. He holds you in place as he licks his lips. The smell of cigar smoke, his hand placement, him. All so intoxicating. You start to squirm in his grasp wanting any kind of friction.

“Aht, aht- We have all night, baby. I want to enjoy this.”

You eye his salt and pepper beard and his chest hair that was the same colors. Another small detail about older guys you absolutely loved.

“What’s your name, doll?” He whispered.

“Y/n…what’s yours?”

“You’ve been lusting for me but you don’t even know my name?”

You look down slightly embarrassed but hear him say, “Logan.”

“Logan..” you quietly repeat. “Can i kiss you Logan?”

You rest a hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his beard hair, staring into his hazel eyes. God, do you want to ride that nose.

He nodded as you quickly leaned in. Soft lips against his slightly chapped ones. You moan as you shift on top of his hard-on under his robe. He groans and holds you in place.

“Baby, i won’t be able to control myself if you keep that up.” He warned.

“Good.” It’s all you say as you pull the dress off. You wore nothing underneath which took Logan by surprise. Your soft looking brown skin being lit up by the sunlight peeking through the window turned him on even more which he thought was impossible. He took you in. Eyes looking over every curve.

“Fuck.” Was all he could say.

His hands travel to your breasts, squeezing a bit. It was then he felt the wetness on his thigh as you mindlessly rode his thigh. His hands traveled back down, over your stomach and hips. One stayed while the other made its way south between your legs.

You gasp as he teases your clit, gathering some slight accumulated there. Gazing at it he muttered, “So wet for me already…I could smell you a mile away…”

You bit your lip and rode his thigh even more as you watched him lick his finger. A deep groan emitted from him as he undid the sash holding together the robe and revealed himself to you. He was definitely fit for his age. And also covered in hair, chest to…well that. You noticed it was thicker than average. Girthy. An angry vein you noticed next to his happy trail, going right to it. The deep rose tip leaked and leaked.

You never wanted to suck a dick so bad in your life.

He reached down between your legs again as he explored your slick folds. You moaned as he teased your entrance, maintaining eye contact the entire time. As he slipped inside, you rested your head against his shoulder and whined. Slowly you reached for his dick and started jerking him off to the same rhythm he fingered you.

Silently, this went on for a few minutes. The room filled with moaning and groaning and slick sounds but stopped as you felt yourself getting close. You clenched around his middle finger, whining at a higher pitch as he pulled out quickly.

“Why?” You cried.

“I wanna feel that on my cock.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he said that, you let go of him and he positioned you over his tip.

One unspoken look of “Are you sure/ready?” and you nodded immediately.

He slowly lowered you down as he stretched you out. It burned. Not horribly. Almost a good burn but still regardless a burn paired with a stretch. Definitely the thickest you’ve ever had.

You squeezed his shoulders as he stopped and looked over your face for any sign of pain or wanting to quit. You muttered a “M’fine.” And he stilled waiting for a cue to continue.

The gentleness only turning you on more, getting you even more wet. As the pain subsided and you got used to his size, you nodded. He started again but slowly. Hands squeezing your ass as he moved you up and down and up and down…

The pleasure was incredible as you moaned loudly quickly not caring who could hear you. His pace quickened hearing this, groaning and growling almost animalistically.

Skin-slapping and squishing sounds filled you guys ears as he continued thrusting.

A slap on the ass got you to look at him and gasp playfully. The pain made you squeeze his length for a second as he growled and grunted at you to squeeze him again and again.

Once he heard his name coming out your mouth like a broken record he knew you were close.

“That’s it baby. Go ahead, cum on my cock. Fuck-”

He says it into your ear as he quickened the pace even more getting rougher. A few seconds later you’re trembling intensely as you crawled out his name one more time. You secretly loved this part. It was like nothing else mattered. Pure euphoria.

“Ah, fuck. Good girl. Good, good…” His pace starts to get out of rhythm as he nears his own orgasm.

As you plop onto his shoulder he finishes too, warm spurts filling you and coating your walls. You noted to force Wade to get you a plan b later as you both panted and huffed.

“Fuck, i needed that.” Logan says out of breath. “This is the one good thing that idiot did for me.”

Puzzled you looked up. “So he told you about the plan too?”

“Too?”

Then all of a sudden you hear clapping coming from outside your door.

“Bravo! Bravo! I have never heard a better fuck session in my life! And that, is saying something coming from me!”

It was Wade.

“Did he just listen to us have sex????” You say annoyed but definitely not surprised. “Wow, Wade.”

“Motherfucker. I’m gonna kill him.” Logan muttered.

“Yeah, sure, kill the guy who finally got you some freaking puss! You shouldddd be thanking me you ungrateful hairball!”

Logan rolled his eyes, he pulled out of you completely soft now as you whined at the emptiness.

You grabbed a towel you had nearby and started to wipe yourself and Logan off.

A minute of resting later you said, “We should thank him by the way. You are pretty good.” You whispered as he got up and put the robe sash back on, tying it.

“Hm.” Was all he said. You threw the dress back on and walked him to the door.

Just before he opened it he looked at you again.

He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out what to say.

“Wanna make a this a weekly thing?” You smiled.

“Sure. But i wanna do more than jus’ fuck you, princess.”

You blush. “Oh..okay. Friday? 7?”

He nodded and opened the door. Wade was still there.

“Fuck out the way, Wade.” He grumbled.

“Hey! Where’s my thank you? On top of all else, i got you a date!” Wade crossed his arms but Logan just pushed past him, rolling his eyes, cussing at him once more and walked to their apartment door. “Can you believe him??!”

You laughed and thanked Wade. Once Logan was inside the apartment you whispered to him, “Oh, and by the way, you owe me a plan b. Like, now.”

“What?! Did he- inside?!?” Wade pushed your shoulder playfully. “I’m not surprised with him but with you?! Don’t you know about wrapping it up?! So irresponsible!”

“Whatever, Wade. Come on.”

“Okay, just wait here, i’ll go grab my keys.” Wade said before running over to the door and running inside.

As you watched him run inside you leaned on the wall and sighed. Already reminiscing about your time with Logan. Wade came back out with keys and wallet in hand.

As you guys walked out the complex he immediately said, “Okay, now you have to tell me all about it. Don’t spare details!”

“Wade!-” You started.

“You thinking i can’t handle it?!”

You laughed as you guys walked to the corner store and started tell Wade all the details about your evening with Logan.

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tinystepsforward · 1 month ago

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automattic vs wp engine mastterpost

adrienne's GitHub recap is probably the best place to see a comprehensive timeline of what's going down. it's been kept up to date. my (very out of date) previous writeup is here.

what's happened/other links

Matt has not logged off, just switched platforms, so there's lots on X/Twitter, Reddit, and Hacker News. it's really not worth wading through.

WP Engine actually filed suit.

the complaint includes some truly remarkable screenshots of Matt trying to blackmail the CEO of WP Engine.

which... personally i would not happily work for someone who just blackmailed me while not even my boss, but that's just me. he hasn't denied this at all, in fact confirming on Hacker News:

I haven't doxxed any private texts from other parties like they have. [source]

and, notably,

I even invited her to my 40th birthday on Jan 11, another text message she decided not to share. [source]

this gives me the creeps. in the context of the rest of the way he's talking to her, and the ways in which he's interacted with women in general, it's. not great.

also he slid into an ex-employee (also a woman)'s DMs asking why she was being mean to him bc he'd never been nothing but nice to her, while also making legal threats. so y'know, pattern of behaviour.

a good writeup of the social side of things

if you don't care so much about the open-source stuff, Steph Lundberg's writeup is, like her previous one on Matt's Tumblr meltdown, pretty solid and people-focused.

Mullenweg has already demonstrated egregious lapses in judgment and abuses of power, it’s just that up until now he’s wielded his power against vulnerable populations without access to high-powered lawyers and their own massive platforms.

a more technical writeup

this one is melodramatic in the same ways Matt was (uses war terminology), which i don't agree with, and which led to some... internal arguments at Automattic. that part's not my story to tell, but a little more on that later. it's a solid writeup of the actual WordPress side of things. there's some seriously dodgy trademark behaviour going on here.

of note: this blogger locked comments on his post:

and then Matt, uh, found a way around that:

wild!

10% of Automattic leaves

that's a link to Matt's blog post. here's an Internet Archive link.

in short, staff were offered a severance deal of the higher of $30k or six months' salary. while that's very generous, it's still very risky in today's tech market, especially (for the same reasons i mentioned when Matt was melting down on here) for people outside the US, people who need the health insurance, or people with young kids. despite that, 10% decided with very little notice (they had two days to decide) to leave.

However now, I feel much lighter. I’m grateful and thankful for all the people who took the offer, and even more excited to work with those who turned down $126M to stay. As the kids say, LFG!

i'm thrilled to see some of my ex-colleagues make it out. i'm keeping the rest who have stayed on in my thoughts. i don't know anyone who's wholesale shilling for Matt.

Matt's been pressuring staff to post in support of him, @-ing the entire company to vote on Twitter polls in his favor, and so on. many of the people who stayed have written blog posts about it, all starting with "I stayed". people on social media have pointed out the very clear pattern of Automatticians jumping into discourse to defend Matt, and it doesn't look good.

i don't have a lot to say about those posts, except to highlight Jeffrey Zeldman, whose "I stayed" post is perhaps one of the more honest ones. (his Rodney King reference was in poor taste, and he... i don't like his role at automattic, tbc) but like. he's nearly 70. he helped shape the modern internet and develop its accessibility standards. he has often put his neck on the line for disabled staff who don't have as much clout as he does. given the financial troubles he talks about and the state of this market and how old he is, i personally have read between the lines of what he's saying in a particular way.

fuck, man. i'm sad. i'm sad for all my friends who are creaking under the strain and watching others leave but who can't do that. i'm sad that many of them are left in teams which are half-empty or divisions where significant senior leadership are just gone, with no time to document what they had in progress.

i'm sad for Josepha Haden Chomphosy, the former executive director of the WordPress Foundation, who was dealing with a personal emergency and ended up having to miss WordCamp US (where Matt started publicly starting shit with WPE). she came back from that to a gigantic fire in the community she's invested a decade of careful, Matt-negotiating, stewardship to, and decided to take the severance offer. she deserved better.

other things Matt's been up to

mostly linking to comments or posts which compile things here, bc it's too scattered otherwise.

blocking people from the official WordPress X account if they disapprove of his actions.

publicly talking about a vulnerability in ACF, a plugin WPE maintains, which could put thousands of sites at risk. this is not normal, and he met with so much horror even from current staff that he deleted his post.

saying he comes across badly because he's "a little ASD", which is driving me personally up the fucking wall. he's never once said it before and he really is turning into Temu Elon.

generally bragging that he still has more planned. jesus fucking christ

continually saying that WPE's suit is against WordPress.org and the community, which is not true. on which note, his pinned tweet is certainly something:

his choice of lawyer is uh. the kind of guy to defend nestle against literal child slaves.

as always, while i think WordPress crumbling will disproportionately affect websites in poorer parts of the world, there are certainly tyrants who are causing much more immediate and potent suffering. if you've read this far, please do send anything you have spare to gazafunds.com.

#long post #automattic #tumblr meta #this is not a complete writeup. adrienne's link does better #but here's a few things of interest to tumblr probably ig #tony muses

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lcriedlastnight · 4 months ago

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Can you write a scenario with Oscar and reader where one of them confesses their feelings while being drunk? Maybe you can also add the next day when their both sober

i love these types of fics! tyvm anon. you are the best ever!

tw: fem!reader, alcohol, bad writing?, lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 2k

george has been saying that you have been dancing around your feelings for years. was he right? yes. but that doesn't matter because who in their right mind confesses their love to their friends, friend? because that is really what you and oscar were to each other. friends of friends and you were happy with it staying like that. you would take that over no oscar any day.

george said that he only wanted to help so he sent you oscar's number. you had never, ever used it and you never intended to. george said it was the best way to 'shoot you shot'. you thought he was getting too old for all of this, especially because he was already in a long-term relationship.

george had invited you out with him and his girlfriend, carmen, for a few drinks one weekend when there was no race on. you had agreed because you loved them both and it never felt like you were third wheeling when you were with them. because it’s george, you had all ended up at a club.

you really didn't know how you ended up this drunk. you weren't 'this is so near alcohol poisoning' drunk, you were more 'slurring your words and making decisions you will regret in the morning' drunk. you and carmen danced together on the dance floor while carmen had forced george to get the next round of drinks, even though he had bought the previous round too. "he's the rich f1 driver, not us!" she had shouted in your ear over the music, making you giggle.

as george finds you both with your next round of drinks you decide to sit down for a little while. you sip your drink as you scroll through your phone. this innocent action somehow sparks an evil idea in george's mind.

"you should text oscar!" george shouts, like you wanted everyone in the club to know about your crush. you roll your eyes at his words and look to carmen for support.

she shrugs. "i mean if it goes wrong you can blame it on the drinks and forget it even happened." her words did make sense in your brain. they both look at you in anticipation, george looking like he's going to shit himself with how excited he is.

"okay calm down george. what should i even say?" you ask, your brain too drunk to think of a question. you get opposite answers from them both. carmen says to just tell him you fancy him while george said to build up to it. you go with carmen's idea just to piss george off.

'hey oscar,' you start, telling him who you are in because he probably didn't have your number or have it saved. 'just wwnatef to let you know tjay i like touor whatver' is what you end up sending. you definitely should have gotten one of them to check it before you did, but too late now. you slam your phone down and pick up your drink, throwing it down your throat. you then make george buy you another one because you were going to loose your friendship (if you could even call it that) with oscar.

you give george your phone when you and carmen decide to drag him onto the dance floor because he has pockets. your phone vibrates like someone's calling you in george's pocket three times before he realises that it is because someone is calling you.

"someone is ringing your phone in my pocket!" george shouts, handing you your phone. you roll your eyes at his wording. you point to the doors to tell them where you were going as you answer the call without looking at the caller id.

"hello?" you voice into the phone, wading through the crowd on the dance floor on stumbly feet. "fucking hell, watch where you're going you arsehole!" you shout to the man who barged into you. you hear mumbling from the other end of the phone but it's too loud to hear who they are or what they're saying.

"hold on, i'm trying to get out of this stupid club. stupid fucking idiot george's fault." you blame george even though it is not george’s fault, you like blaming him.

you finally make it outside. you lean against the wall of the club and speak into the phone again. "hi i can hear now."

nothing prepared you for hearing oscar piastri's voice down the phone. if you were sober right now, you would be stumbling over your words so hard right now.

"hi osc! what's up?" you ask down the phone, giving him a nickname in your drunk state.

"are you okay? you texted me that you liked me? i didn't even know you had my number." oscar is concerned on the other end of the phone, for some reason. in your state you are confused as to why.

"i am, yeah. are you? why did you call?" you ask him, voice slurring around your words a little.

the line is quiet as you sway on your feet a little. "i was worried. i'm alright now though, love." oscar replies down the line.

it's your turn to quiet now. "did you get my text, when i said i liked you? carmen told me to do it. george said to ease you into but i did what carmen said to piss off george." you giggle drunkenly down the phone to him. you were going to be embarrassed in the morning, oscar was almost sure of it.

"i did get your text, yeah. i was a little confused though but i understand now. are you with george and carmen now?" oscar's voice is significantly calmer and softer than before, not that you notice.

"not right now. they're inside. i came outside because it was too loud to hear. and this man just walked right into me! i shouted at him, osc don't worry." you ramble as the wind picks up a little. you hear another familiar voice in the mix of oscar's.

"oh wait, sorry for interupting but george is here!" you tell oscar.

"this is where you went! we've been looking for you." george admits as he comes closer, forgetting you were on the phone.

"i literally pointed to the door to tell you where i was going." you tell him, like he was stupid.

george laughs, clearly a lot less drunk than you were. "no you didn't you pointed to the bar." your smug expression falls.

"oh" you reply, oscar letting out a little laugh from the other end of the phone. it reminds you that he's there. "george, oscar called me! he said he got my text." you tell the brit next to you giddily.

"that's amazing but you should maybe say bye to oscar so we can go inside and book a taxi to get us home." george speaks to you like a father talking to his teenage daughter. you whine in response.

"can't i just wait out here and stay on the phone with him?" you beg, not wanting to hang up even though you weren't really letting oscar get a word in edgeways. george shakes his head while oscar stays quiet. "it's too cold, say bye to oscar." he says taking your phone off of you.

"bye, oscar. love you." you mumble out to him sadly. he can't help but laugh at your sad voice.

"night, sweet girl. stay warm f'me yeah?" oscar replies, voice sweet like honey. it has you smiling like a kid in a sweet shop. george rolls his eyes. you giggle as george forces you into the arms of carmen, who you didn't even notice was standing there. you almost fall into her arms as george talks to oscar.

"sweet girl, huh?" george takes the chance to tease oscar about his affection for you. oscar grumbles out a "shut up."

"when are you going to tell her? she's told you." george asks, never missing a chance to get involved in someone else's drama. especially relationship drama. oscar sighs at his words, thinking them over.

"i'll go see her tomorrow, i'm sure she'll need a hand getting over her hangover." oscar comments, his mind stuck on your well being tonight.

george says his goodbye's then hands you back your phone as you all head inside and wait for the taxi.

that's the last thing you remember from last night and if you were being honest.. you wished you stopped remembering earlier in the night because why on earth did you tell oscar multiple times that you liked him. and then there was the end of the phone call when you told him you loved him. you did not know that you loved him. not until last night apparently.

you are currently laying in your bed, guessing that george and carmen had helped you into bed last night. you are still wearing your dress from last night and your curtains are still open, which was what woke you up this morning. you can never usually sleep long when you have been drinking but it was worse time with light beaming in through the window, your own personal alarm.

you sit up on your bed, your dress wasn't the only thing from last night you still had on, your face smudged with remnants of your once perfect makeup and your hair.. well it looked like you had been dragged through a hedge backwards, to put it lightly.

you aren't expecting a knock at your door so when you hear the chap! chap! chap!, you groan and pull yourself out the bed and to the door. the last person you expect to be standing at the other side is oscar piastri so when you see him standing there, flowers in one hand a plastic bag in the other and that stupid, pretty smile on his face you do the only thing you can do. you slam the door in his face.

you rush around in circles panicking. how could he be here after last night? and right when you woke up looking like you were just resurrected from the dead last night? god no. this was not happening.

"sweetheart?" oh this was so not happening. this has to be a dream. this is no universe where oscar sees you like this after you've already embarrassed yourself in front of him and still comes to see you with flowers, and fucking petnames?! no way.

"can y'let me in? you must be feeling horrid right now, 'just wanna make you feel better. please?" oscar begs through the door. why was he begging to see you like this?

"can you come back later? i don't look good right now." you ask oscar, your voice hoarse from not using it all morning.

"i have painkillers and that flavoured water you like. george told you liked it after drinking too much." oscar tells you, he has gone all shy now, nervous you won't let him.

there is a sound that sounds like feet shuffling then the locks click in the door, opening it. you hide behind it, only showing half your face. oscar smiles. "hey." he smiles.

"hi. you can come in but you need to sit on the couch while i sort myself out. promise you won't look." you ask him, quiet, like you are embarrassed.

oscar swears he won't look, his eyes closed as you guide him through to your couch, your soft hand in his giving him goosebumps.

once oscar is sat on the couch he only waits five minutes before you are returning with a clean face, brushed and tied back hair and an oversized t-shirt on. his hand with the flowers extends out to you, reminding you of them, a small smile on his face.

you smile back "thank you. that's very nice of you." you tell him, searching for a vase. you give up and end up putting them inside a a glass drinking cup filled with water.

"it's to tell you that i also like you." oscar utters, almost to himself. your smile becomes wider.

"really?" you ask.

oscar only nods.

oscar stays for the rest of the day helping you nurse your hangover. he even nips out to the shops to get you more of that flavoured water you like.

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henryinsaney · 3 months ago

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You guys liked my poolverine text-post so much, so here is my goofy ahh oneshot i wrote today. I hope you will enjoy it.

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It has been few weeks since Deadpool and Wolverine "saved the world".

Logan had decided to stay in this universe, instead of returning to his own. After all, he was the worst Wolverine possible, and in his own world, he was nothing. Here he instead felt like he mattered.

Logan lied on the sofa wathing some corny drama series from the tv. He didn't care for the series at all, but he needed something to discract himself from thinking about Wade again. Damn Wade, and his "noodlehunt" he was currently on. He wanted these speacial noodles, that were hard to find. He traveled bunch of different cities, and had been away for few hours already, and was probably going to be few more. It was cute to Logan. So damn cute he couldn't help but think about his scraped face.

-Wait!

The man in red shouted. Wolverine stopped and turned around to see Deadpool who ran after him.

-Don't go yet.

Deadpool panted. Wolverine wanted to cointinue his journey to the unkown, and forget his new "friend", but something in him made him stop and listen.

-I uhm... I made myself a promise ages ago, that I will always confess my true feelings without hiding them ever again, so...

Deadpool said with a shaky voice looking at Wolverines eyes.

-I like you, and i don't want you to go.

Wolverines heart skipped a beat. He wasn't expecting anything like that from him. He was ready for a "take care" or "see you" or something like that. He tried to open his mouth and say something, but he was speechles. He felt some vulnerability in his heart and his face made Wade realize it too.

-If you want to go, it's okay, but you are always welcome to where ever I am. I admid, I was quite a dick towards you, but actually I just can't hate you. I could never.

A short silence fell between them before the shorter man broke it stepping closer to the another.

-You are right. You are quite a dick... But, so am I.

He admitted while smirking like a fool. He stepped closer once again, and so did Wade.

The distance between them got more narrow, and so their voices got more quiet as they didn't need to shout to eachother anymore.

-I suppose i could stay after all.

Logan avoided his eyes, as Wade tried to hide his wide grin.

-I...

He tried to cointinue, but all the words vanished from his head, as Wade put his arm on his shoulder.

After that, it only took one glance, and suddenly they were as close, as they were when trapped up together in the void. But this time, they were so close because they wanted to.

They leaned closer to eachother. Even thought both of them wanted to say out loud what they were thinking, any words didn't come out from their mouths. They leaned even closer.

Wades face heated up as Logan tied his hands around his waist. While Logan had Wades hands wrapped behind his neck, he leaned once again closer. Wades worries about losing him faded as he heard Logans rough voice say the soft words.

-I like you too.

They melted in a kiss flavoured with fresh love and dried blood and sweat from all the battles they fought in together.

Logan snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the door open. Wade walked in with two large bags in his hands which he tossed on the kitchen table. The bags fell over and tens of noodlebags poured on the table.

-Had to buy them all, so I won't run out in a while.

Wade laughed as he sat on the sofa next to his "friend". Logan smirked. He had learnt to know Wade so well over the past few weeks this didn't surprise him.

-So, how have you been?

Wade asked smiling. Logan didn't answer but instead, he took another sip of his beer. Wades smile faded, and he placed his hand on Logans shoulder.

-Tell me whats wrong. I know something is bothering you. You have gotten more distant day by day!

It was true. Logan had been lost in his thoughts, just like he used to be pushing him away from the others. Logan sighed and just as he was planning to refuse to tell, he glanced at Wades sweet brown puppy-eyes, and couldn't resist but spill his heart out with a heavy sigh.

-I hate to admid it, but I have been thinking about us, Wade. Before I met you, my life had been empty but now I feel like I actually care about living. Heh, I know I can be such a brat sometimes and that I always act grumpy as fuck, but underneath all that... Fuck this sounds cringe, but I do have a heart. A heart that is able to love. And... I think I have fallen in love with you.

After he had said all he needed to, Logan turned his head away from flabergasted Wade. He didn't want to see his expression, as the fear of rejection taunted his mind. The room fell silent and second by second, Logans heartbeat rised soon making the quietness unbearable.

-You love me?

Wade whispered, as he tried to meet Logans eyes again. Logan turned away even more causing Wade to get frustrated.

-Logan please! I need to know!

Wade gasped with a hint of heart ache in his voice, as he grabbed Logans chin to force him to look at his face. Logan let out a defeated sigh.

-I am so fucking much in love with you, Wade Wilson.

Unlike Logan thought would happen, a wide warm grin spreaded on Wades face. He pulled Logan in a tight hug where he wrapped his hands around his neck, just like when they first shared a kiss. And again, they didn't need any more words, but Wade decided to use them anyways.

-I love you too, bastard.

The man, known as Wolverine wrapped his hands around Deadpool and squished him into the warmest hug he had ever been in. After they pulled away from eachother, they made room for something more. They leaned closer to eachother and while their two hearts beated separately, they shared the one same thought.

Their lips touched once again, now without the fear like the first time. Only love.

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Words: 1,069 (coincidence? I think not...)

Thanks for reading ❤️ (Im sorry for my possibly-poor grammar, blame dyslexia)

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imasoftieforbarb · 11 months ago

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I literally love your writing style, thanks for carrying the BroZone x Reader tag! You literally inspired me sm!!

If you could, can you do a Spruce/Bruce x Troll Reader? Maybe on a beach-day with the family after he was able to get a day off of work?

Thank you so much for everything you do! Please take your time, don’t rush, and remember to eat and drink.

—VaycayIsland 🏝️

Family Beach Day with Bruce

He’s so prepared for this

It’s been on the family calendar for MONTHS!

He likes being prepared for this stuff-

He’s already let everyone on the island know that the restaurant is gonna be closed

Ok so

Bruce is a Beach BabeTm

Even though you’re married you have to beat the ladies off with a stick (mainly tourists- everyone that lives on the island knows you’re together)

Since y’all are taking your kids you bring a lot of stuff to help keep them occupied

Family sandcastle building

Plays with his kids but also sets down rules about where they can go on the beach without him

Sends them off with water wings and heads over to you

You need help with sunscreen? HES THERE

The nice guy who warms the sunscreen up before hand

Likes to chill with you, cuddling on the beach looking at his kids and admiring you as you read your book out loud to him

When you both decide to go swimming with your kids he’s more than happy to help you wade into the cold water

By that I mean he will pick your ass up and head into the water with the full intent to drop you

The kids encourage this fully

What Bruce doesn’t take into account is how sexy amazing you look in your swimming attire dripping with water

You take his stunned moment to dive down and pull his feet from under him

Then the kids pick a side, they’re either with mum or dad

And then it’s a SPLASH WAR

Bruce has the upper hand BUT you make a great distraction

Has a little picnic ready for y’all full of family favorites

Definitely kisses you (all the kids ‘ewwwww’)

(Maybe he would like to do more private things on the beach idk)

Likes to walk with you and the kids up and down the beach towards the end of your day out

Insists on packing everything into the car on his own so you can get the kids buckled in and resting

Falls deeper in love with you when he sees you struggling to stay awake on the journey home so you can keep him company

Helps you get the kids to bed and joins you in the shower/bath for a make out

Snuggles up in bed with you and just enjoys being in your presence

“I love you”

#brozone #trolls band together #brozone x reader #trolls bruce x reader #trolls bruce #brozone bruce x reader #brozone bruce

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httpscomexe · 3 months ago

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//I requested this a while back but it wasn’t answered so I wasn’t sure if you got it, sorry if you have//

Wade is normally available to bring the reader out into town to do her shopping, but since Wade is busy the reader tries getting Logan to come with her to go dress shopping?

//Again, sorry if you’ve gotten it already//

Yes, I have gotten it. I've been really busy writing the Forbidden Secret Desire series though, so I haven't had much a chance to get to all of the requests I have received for Logan and Wade, but I've decided I'd use the next hour or two to do some quick writes. So here you are.

There are links attached to each dress the reader shows Logan.

Little Yellow Dress

Logan X Reader

Anyways, here is 603 words of Logan trying not to drool.

“Do you think this colour would suit me?”

You ask him, and you thought his face couldn’t possibly contort into more boredom and annoyance, but it does as you hold a cute yellow dress in front of you.

“I don’t know bub, just choose some.”

“Oh come on, you’re so lame.” You tease, groaning playfully as you add the yellow dress to the hump of clothes that you’ve been progressively throwing over his arm like a coat hanger.

“Is that it?”

“Yea, now you just gotta tell me what you think of each one.” You tell him, leading him over to a dressing room and asking him to hang the dresses on the hanger inside of the small room, before he steps back out and you step in, closing the door behind you. You wish Wade was able to come instead, like he normally would. Wade would make it so much more fun. Sometimes he would mess around and find a big enough dress to fit him, just to be funny. Of course, that WAS the result in you both getting banned from a fancier dress store.

“How do you like this one?” You step out of the dressing room in the first dress, a dark red with long sleeves. He doesn’t say anything. He only shrugs. That was the most you’ve gotten out of him today. So of course, you assume he doesn’t like it. Maybe you should just wait for Wade to not be busy, then come back another day to look for dresses. You go back into the dressing room, groaning and throwing your head back in annoyance.

You show him a few other dresses, and only when he nodded -mind you a nod you wouldn’t notice unless you were staring into his soul- did you keep the dress on the side. A small pile of maybe three dresses were sitting on the bench in the dressing room. You could choose your favourite when you were completely done.

There was one dress left. The little yellow one. You put it on, and zip up the back. The material was soft on your skin and it barely reached halfway down your thighs, making you think it might be just too revealing, but you step out of the dressing room anyway to see what Logan thinks.

He just stares at the dress on you. “Logan?” You speak up after he stays quiet for a few moments too long for your patience (about ten seconds) and he finally looks up.

“That one looks good on you. It suits you.” He finally tells you, bringing a smile to your lips, you give him a little twirl, and you swear you see a smile creep onto his face before you walk back into the dressing room, deciding that the little yellow one was your favourite.

As you both finally get home after purchasing the dress, you walk inside and immediately hear the sound of a shower, assuming Wade is home already. The next hint was his suit shamelessly thrown on the floor for you to pick up and wash later, covered in blood and dirt.

You step over it and make your way to your room after thanking Logan for taking you out shopping and helping you choose your dress.

Little did you know as you were hanging the little yellow dress, that as you stood in front of Logan and swirled the way you had, he was seconds away from drooling over the sight of you. He was almost thankful you had snapped him out of his trance…

#marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #x reader #wolverine #logan #logan x reader #wade #wade wilson #deadpool #wolverine x reader #fluff #xmen

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ramblingautisticman · 17 days ago

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Favorite cameo in the movie and then if you want to you can write a small snippet of them interacting with the characters in a way that they didn't in the movie that you wish they did

Honestly, favourite camoe is probably Laura, and I hate that we didn't really see all that much of her!

Obviously we have that scene where her and Logan talk around the campfire, and then scene with her and Logan at the end around the table with Mary Puppins, but I would have loved to see more- especially her interacting with Wade!

I feel like they would get along really well, Laura finds the childishness of Wade refreshing and it shows her that she can still be a kid, even if she has grown up. And Wade loves getting to be steppool to her, taking her to the mall and watching rom-coms together while eating ice cream.

Obviously, that's more of a wishful thinking than something that would happen in canon.

In the movie? I think I would have loved to see a scene at the end where she talks to Wade. Thanks him for looking after Logan and keeping him safe, for getting her out of the void and getting a second chance at a life with her dad (even if it isn't her real one), so here is alittle snippet of that! I'm honestly thinking of writing a full blown fanfiction of the three of them being a family- they deserve happiness for once (let's be real, I would write the angstiest shit but ya know, they will be happy eventually)!

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Wade hadn't really thought much about Laura coming back to stay with them. He had assumed that, after she was able to return back to this universe, she would want to stay close to Logan and Logan would want to stay close to her. Since Logan was staying here- well- it just made sense she would too.

Sure, it would be a tight fit, but Wade had grown a soft spot for both Logan and Laura already, and so had Al. He was actually worried he might get kicked out so the other two had more space, considering how Al had been treating them so nicely. Maybe she had just snorted a really good batch of cocaine.

Once everyone had left the dinner, Wade started the washing up while Logan was sorting the trash. Usually he would just let it build and build until he had no more plates or until the table was covered- but he knew the two Wolverines wouldn't appreciate the smell- so he had decided to clean them now. Because he was a good host.

He had been humming to himself as he scrubbed the plates, in his own little world completely, before letting out a loud shriek at the sudden sight of Laura next to him. "Jesus Laura! Almost gave me a heart attack!" Wade yelled, soap and water now splashing everywhere as he flailed his arms about, looking at the culprit of his close encounter with death. "Your like a fucking ninja- how were you so quiet?"

Laura just looked at him with an unimpressed expression, her arms crossed firmly over his chest. "Okay- now I'm not shitting myself- if there something I can help you with baby Peanut?" He asked with a wide smile, clasping his hands together infont of him.

"Don't call me that." She mutterd before glancing away and speaking again. "I...thank you. That's all. You kind of saved my ass- and Logan's- so....thank you. I'm glad you...found him. Kept him safe.....brought him back- back to me.." Laura spoke quietly, not looking at Wade, clearly not used to saying this kind of thing.

It was silent for a second, then Wade was quickly wrapping his arms tightly around Laura, not giving a fuck that his arms and shirt are wet from washing the plates. "Awwwwww baby Peanut! Your so sweet! I am glad I found you both- two amazing strays I get to keep! Even if I technically kidnapped one of you from their home!" He rambled, a huge smile now on his face.

And yes, Laura did stab him for hugging her, but Wade thought it was worth it.

(Honestky, it's not like the best writing I've ever done, but I love the idea so much lmao!)

#deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #deadclaws #wade wilson #deadpool 3 #deadpool #logan #logan howlett #wade winston wilson #laura being their kid #laura kinney

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You'll be there to push me up the hill | Logan Howlett/Wade Wilson, 5.4k, PG-13

@poolvertober: Day 30 – Treasure

Summary: Five times Logan finds out something new about Wade's friendships, and one time Wade finds out something new about his relationship with Logan. Spoilers for Deadpool & Wolverine deleted scenes. Mentions the extended cut of Deadpool 2. Rated for language. Takes place some time after the movie's events; assume Logan and Wade are back-up X-Men. Read on Ao3

A/N: This was just an excuse to write about Wade's movie friendships because I adore all of them lmao. Un-beta'd and I wholeheartedly apologize—this is a Mess™ y'all. Title is from Aretha Franklin's You're All I Need to Get By.

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My neighbors and my friends / are very dear to me / They are always there / whenever there is a need

We talk to each other / and we borrow and lend / Such treasures they are, / my neighbors and friends

How lonely and cheerless / a place my soul would be / Without such neighbors / and good friends as these

My Neighbors and Friends Edited Poem by Ellen Bailey

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Ever since he moved to Wade’s timeline, Logan takes to his new world with relative ease. There are minor differences here and there—pieces of history that shook out differently, random names of things that are slightly altered, everyone he once knew just smells different here—but by far his biggest learning curve has just been integrating himself into Wade’s life. Deadpool out of his suit is as chaotic as he is in it, just with marginally less violence.

(Only marginally less because Wade never leaves home without at least one pistol and Baby Knife.)

But it’s not that Wade has the eating preferences of a child addicted to hot sauce, or that he can’t function without a quarter of a boner, or that he literally never shuts up (ever) that confuses Logan the most.

It’s Wade’s little mish-mash group that he calls a family.

Individually, everyone is fine. They don’t blink twice at Logan moving in with Wade and Althea, a dog in tow and a teenage quasi-daughter following shortly after. They’re all wonderfully kind people who welcome the three of them into their little fold of found family.

But he is pretty confused by how this eclectic group is friends with someone like Wade. Between Yukio’s bubbliness and Peter’s awfully mediocre lifestyle, half the folks Wade saved his universe for are some of the last people Logan thinks would hang out with Wade.

Willingly, at that.

Much less actually maintain a friendship with him.

It takes Logan a while to figure out that they fit into Wade’s life the same way he does.

Everyone stays because they somehow, some way, really do love Wade Wilson, and he gives them all the love he can possibly give in return.

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1. Dopinder

Dopinder’s driving Logan and Wade to a drop-off point where they’ll meet the X-Men for their next mission. When they first left the apartment, Wade had loaded up with Logan in the back. After about five minutes of highway traffic, the idiot decided to get into the passenger’s seat to sit next to Dopinder.

On the one hand, Logan’s pissed that Wade is pulling this shit. Getting kicked in the face by one of Wade’s boots when he squeezes through the taxi’s partition certainly doesn’t help.

On the other... well, it’s a great view of Wade’s ass.

(He will never admit that he kind of, maybe likes sitting next to Wade; finds his presence comforting before big missions like this one. But he’s not a fool. They may be dating but Logan’s never going to admit anything out loud, lest Wade starts to annoy him even more than he already does.)

Logan tunes out Wade and Dopinder easily, his mind occupied by mentally reviewing the details of their mission. He only tunes back in after another five minutes of traffic because Dopinder says something that piques his interest.

“But why does Peter get to go on X-Force missions and I don’t?” the cab driver whines, and Logan’s ear twitches at the name.

Dopinder can’t possibly mean Peter W—

“Because sugar bear is a bit more insane than you, my little toaster that could,” Wade answers easily.

Which means, yes, the two are talking about Peter Wisdom, Wade’s middle-aged ex-coworker from the Drive Max car dealership. Even though Peter had shown up in an ill-fitting Deadpool suit while fighting the Deadpool Corps, Logan still has no idea what the hell Dopinder’s talking about. He thought Peter’s interference during the Time Ripper fiasco was a random one-off thing. Does that mean Wade lets Peter tag along on missions regularly?

”I can be insane!” Dopinder retaliates. “I ran over than pervy orphanage headmaster, didn’t I?”

Wade nods. “That you did, Dopinder, that you did.”

“He fuckin’ what now?” Logan interjects, because the cab driver did what?

“Don’t you worry about it, honey badger,” Wade waves him off easily. “It was in the second movie—I’ll give you the run down later. It was actually pretty hilarious though, I’ll admit—”

“And I’m great at humour!” Dopinder points out. “You just said it yourself!”

“You don’t need an excellent sense of humour to become a hitman, but it does certainly help, in my very humble opinion,” Wade concedes. He looks out the window. “And yes, I said humble, not honest—you can pry that from my dead body, which is fucking never.”

Logan’s getting whiplash already and their mission hasn’t even started yet. What the fuck are they talking about? Dopinder wants to be a hitman? And is asking Wade for advice?

Logan can’t dwell on his questions for long because Wade turns back to Dopinder with a sigh. “Listen, goose, I already told you what you needed to hear last time: You’re an eagle and you gotta spread your wings! Seize the opportunity! Carpe that diem and all that jazz!”

He catches Dopinder’s confused expression. “I-I don’t recall you ever saying that...?”

“I agree that the metaphor was severely lost when I said it but I did say it!” Wade insists.

“O-okay... But then how am I supposed to seize it, Mr. Pool?”

“Just like you did with that pedophilic shitstain at the orphanage!” Wade pats Dopinder’s shoulder reassuringly. “When the time comes, you’ll know, my young Padawan.”

“I suppose...” he trails off with a nod. “Thank you, DP.”

Wade bows his head regally. “I am but your noble Jedi master.”

Logan almost feels dizzy by the exchange that just flew past him. Between Dopinder admitting he ran over a pedophile and Peter apparently being more insane than that, he almost misses the sincerity in their conversation. Dopinder looks genuinely comforted by Wade’s advice, which itself was surprisingly honest and helpful.

Who would’ve thought?

“Okay, we’re here!” Dopinder presses a button on the fare counter, where Logan catches the $38.19 price tag before Dopinder resets the machine back to zero. Logan’s about to ask why he did that even though they haven’t paid yet when Dopinder says, “Put it on your tab?”

“As always, my favourite cabbie.”

“Your tab?” Logan asks.

“Oh, DP doesn’t bring his wallet on missions,” Dopinder explains. “Ruins the lines of his suit.”

Wade shoots finger guns at him. “You got that right!”

“Are you fucking serio—you’re a dickhead, bub,” Logan sighs, reaching for his pocket. “Dopinder, I’ll cover the fare this time.”

“No, no! It’s okay, Mr. Wolverine, sir!” Dopinder shakes his head. “DP always pulls through when it comes to paying me back.”

“Peanut, I’m insulted you’d think I wouldn’t pay this earth angel,” Wade gasps, hand on his chest. “What kind of man do you take me for?”

“A mooch who also doesn’t pay rent on time.”

“How dare you! I always make things work.” Wade turns to caress Dopinder’s ear, and Logan suppresses the urge to start growling. “Don’t listen to him—our system is perfect and don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”

Dopinder laughs.

Wade unlocks his seatbelt. “High tens until next time?”

Dopinder raises his palms to meet Wade’s. “Until next time!”

As he exits the taxi, Logan wonders if he even wants to know what the hell just happened in front of him. Wade and Dopinder seem content though, so he leaves it be.

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2. Peter

Logan finishes jogging with Mary Puppins for her morning walk when he strolls up to their apartment. He’s not sure why Peter is there, just that the man greets him at the door when Logan comes home.

“Hey, Logan! Miss Puppins!” Peter says cheerfully, opening the door for the two to step in.

“Welcome back, honey badger!” he hears Wade call from the kitchen. “And welcome back to my little princess, too!”

Mary immediately skitters over to Wade’s open arms. Logan nods his hello before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. Once he’s done and changed, he steps into the living room to find Peter and Wade talking over coffee at the kitchen table while Mary naps on her bed in the corner. Logan walks over to pour himself a cup before grabbing the morning paper off the kitchen counter.

“Pfft, you’re such an old man,” Wade teases.

Logan doesn’t even bother dignifying that with a response and simply kisses Wade’s temple to properly greet him now that he’s cleaned up. Taking a seat, he lifts the broadsheet to his face after sipping his coffee.

“Hey, don’t make fun—I read the paper too!” Peter pokes Wade on the arm. “Anyway, did you give Agent B-15 my email?”

Logan isn’t even looking at him, but he can hear the utterly baffled face that Wade is making when he says, “Why the fuck would she need your email?”

He doesn’t expect Peter’s response at all.

“We kissed!”

He nearly drops the newspaper.

“Excuse the fuck outta your beautiful moustache?!” Wade exclaims.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Peter sounds honest in his confusion.

“No, the flying fuck you did not!”

Logan does his best to continue reading, but between the close proximity and Wade being loud as ever, it’s hard to ignore their conversation. He at least tries to make it look like he’s not blatantly listening to them, only peering over the top edge of the newspaper when Wade and Peter aren’t looking at him.

“Oh!” Peter pauses, and Logan catches a sheepish smile crossing his face. “Well, yeah, we kissed.”

Logan can’t describe the high-pitched noise that escapes Wade—he’s not entirely sure there are words in the English language that can.

“I’m so happy for you, sugar bear!” Wade cheers, leaning over to wrap Peter in a hug. If they were standing, Logan’s positive that he’d sweep Peter right off the floor. “Way to land a babe!”

When he releases a now laughing Peter, Wade punches him in the shoulder. Peter’s laughter quickly turns into a yelp.

“Ow!”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” Wade demands.

Rubbing his shoulder with a whine, Peter says, “I really thought I did! I told—oh.”

“‘Oh’?!”

The appalled expression on Wade’s face is so hilarious that Logan has to cover his face with the paper again to hide his own laugh.

“Maybe I didn’t tell you,” Peter agrees. “I forgot I only told two people.”

“Before me?!”

Logan subtly drops his newspaper again just in time to catch Peter’s pinched expression. He takes another sip of coffee while Peter tilts his head side to side in a so-so motion.

“Um, technically you? Kidpool and Headpool live with me now—”

“WHAT.”

“—and I guess I mixed them up with you, ha!” Peter scratches the back of his head with an apologetic grimace. “Sorry.”

Wade takes a very deep breath, resting his elbows on the table to fold his hands together with a dramatic flourish.

He then begins to count with his fingers as he asks, “One: Did you fucking adopt two AU versions of me? Two: Whatever. I’m still so happy for you!”

Peter’s smile returns, growing even wider. “Thank you!”

“Now,” Wade squeals, “spill the tea, sugar bear! I want all the deets.”

He grabs both of Peter’s hands, practically vibrating in his seat like a high schooler listening to the latest gossip about the popular kids at school. It reminds Logan of the students at the X-Mansion back in his old world, way back when.

“Was there tongue action? Hand action? Groin action?” Wade waggles his non-existent eyebrows.

“Oh, gosh, Wade, I—”

Wade’s face splits into a scandalized grin. “There was?!” Even Logan’s eyebrows jump at that.

“No!” Peter immediately cuts in. “But, um, she was the one that kissed me.” His smile turns more bashful, red now colouring his face.

Wade nods at him encouragingly. “And...?!”

Peter squirms excitedly in his seat. “And she waved me goodbye.”

“FUCKIN’ SCORE!” Wade reaches a palm out that Peter meets with a high-five.

“Thank you, buddy!”

The two continue to talk about Peter’s apparently budding relationship with B-15, as well as how the hell he ended up with Kidpool and Headpool. All the while, Logan continues to read his paper and drink his coffee, confused but appreciative of Peter’s grounding presence whenever Wade starts going off the rails.

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3. Althea

At first, Wade’s friendship with Althea baffled Logan. But within 24 hours of living with them he realized why they’re thick as thieves: Neither of them takes the other’s bullshit. It’s apparent when Wade steers Althea into making better choices than spending a whole afternoon snorting cocaine, and Althea yells at Wade to act like an adult human being.

“Motherfucker, I wish left your sorry-ass homeless all those years ago,” she had hissed after Wade, yet again, said something stupid. Logan immediately became on edge—was this really happening at his first dinner here?

But Wade didn’t bite back. Instead, he had calmly asked, “Then who would be the one paying for the Hulu account?”

“Bitch, do you think I can’t swap out Disney for Hulu?”

“No, I think you wouldn’t realize that I cancelled your D+ subscription six months ago because you hated the mid-rolls.”

“Oh, right.” Althea had made a face, apparently remembering she said that. “Well, shit. Thank you, baby.”

“Yeeeup, that’s what I thought,” Wade had replied easily, shovelling more food into his mouth. “Also,” he muffled around a mouthful, “you’re welcome.”

“Don’t talk with food in your fucking mouth!” she chided, smacking her hand in Wade’s general direction.

Wade just stuck his tongue out at her with a disgusting mound of chewed up food, making a taunting noise as he did.

“The dipshit is sticking his tongue out at me, isn’t he?”

Logan could only nod. “Yes, he is.”

And that’s how their banter goes.

It especially turns up when they watch reality TV together. Logan doesn’t get the appeal, probably never will, but he does find it amusing to see how passionate both Wade and Althea are over who wins this week’s challenge, or who gets eliminated from the island, or who takes home the grand prize at the end.

“I swear to god,” Althea grouches one evening, “if that bitch Claire gets a rose and Tamia doesn’t—”

“You fuckin’ said it, Al!”

“My ass is blind and I can still see that she’s gonna divorce that boy two months in.”

“Exactly!”

The two argue over the contestants they like, shit-talk the contestants they hate, and argue during commercials over why their favourite deserves to win with an intensity that would probably count as verbal assault in the legal system. Whenever Wade gets up for drinks and snacks, he never asks Althea if she wants anything. He automatically grabs her favourites from the kitchen and sits back down without missing a beat of whatever heated debate they’re in. Althea wordlessly passes Wade the tissue box when he starts pulling down his sleeves to cover his face because a kid/widowed spouse/senior contestant tells their sob story during solo interviews.

Neither of them ever hesitate to lean their head on the other’s shoulder, or hold hands when things on screen get intense.

Once the show is over, Wade allows Althea to berate him for keeping her up way past my bedtime, goddamn it, I’m gonna be late for bingo again. And Althea allows Wade to bid her goodnight by calling her a geriatric cunt who can’t hang out with young things like me anymore!

(This is, of course, regardless of how late they actually stay up, because Althea never gets out of bed before 10am. Bingo starts at 9.)

They do this every night when Wade isn’t on a mission. In fact, Logan eventually realizes that Wade is usually the one who reminds Althea when their programming is on, mostly because when he and Wade are gone for jobs, she’s more than happy to catch up on their shows by herself.

Logan suspects that Wade not only enjoys their routine, but probably needs it more than Althea does.

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4. X-Men

At the next mission, he’s waiting with Negasonic and Yukio at the X-Mansion while Wade runs off to find Colossus. Logan just rips the Band-Aid off.

“Why the hell are you two friends with him?” He jerks his head towards the direction Wade left in.

“I’m not,” Ellie says.

“She is,” Yukio says. Ellie rolls her eyes and playfully pokes her girlfriend in the side. “Also,” Yukio continues with a sincere smile, “Wade is always nice to me.”

Logan grunts his acceptance at that—this universe’s Yukio is so friendly to everyone, he’s not surprised Wade took a liking to her. What she sees in Wade, he still has no clue, but he’s less perplexed by their friendship considering that (to Logan’s knowledge) Wade’s interests align with hers.

Eloise, on the other hand, he is still confused over. So Logan presses on, undeterred. “I’m surprised you haven’t blasted him to smithereens,” he says to her.

“I have.” After a pause, she tilts her head with a pinched expression. “Well, kinda.” At Logan’s concerned silence, she explains, “He was on top of a raft and I blew him up to the sky to help him save Vanessa.”

Logan has no idea what to say to that, so he goes back to his original point: “That doesn’t explain why you’re friends with him.”

He and Ellie stare at each other in silence.

“This ain’t an interrogation, bub,” he eventually says, voice soft. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t wanna.”

Ellie continues to stare at him, clearly trying to figure out if Logan has an ulterior motive. As curious as he is, he’s honest about not pushing her if she doesn’t want to tell him anything.

Finally, she sighs, crossing her arms. “He didn’t make fun of my codename.”

That... is not the answer he was expecting. “Really?”

Yukio wraps an arm around Ellie’s waist as she says, “From what I’ve heard, it’s actually quite sweet!”

“No, it isn’t,” Ellie refutes. “He just happened to be the first one to tell me it wasn’t weird or stupid.”

Negasonic Teenage Warhead is a mouthful, Logan does not say out loud.

“I thought he called it ‘the coolest name ever’?” Yukio asks with an innocent look on her face. Ellie rolls her eyes again but doesn’t dispute anything.

Then, she adds, “He also changed the labelling system in the kitchen from tape to velcro labels.” She looks away, but Logan can see the fondness cracking through her expression all the same. “But I’m pretty sure he only did that because he saw me bitching about people stealing my shit all the time and ripping off my labels.”

“Wade’s super nice,” Yukio confirms with a nod.

Logan mulls over this information with a quiet hum and a nod of his own.

Later, once the mission is completed and everyone is scattered around to help victims or talk to the authorities, Logan manages to corner Colossus alone.

“NTW tells me you are ‘grilling people’ about Wade, yes?” he asks in lieu of a greeting. Apparently, the Russian has been expecting him.

Logan doesn’t give a spoken answer but Piotr accepts his silence as one nonetheless. He places his hands on his hips, looking away to nod at Wade in the distance. Logan follows his gaze to find Wade with Laura, the two of them sitting with a little boy and girl—siblings, if Logan had to guess. It looks like Wade is trying to teach the three of them a hand-clap game.

“Wade is... not always good man,” Piotr starts, “but he can be. And he always give second chances, even to people who may not deserve it.”

Logan recalls Wade telling him about his misadventures with X-Force after their ride with Dopinder. “Like that Russell kid?”

��Yes,” he concedes, “but also me.”

“Hm?” He turns to look up at the giant again with a raised eyebrow.

Piotr meets his gaze. “He has told you I left him to Ice Box?”

“Hrm,” he grunts in assent. Logan knows better than to comment on that whole situation, even if he did get super pissed when Wade told him that the X-Men punished him and the kid so harshly.

“I did not give him second chance after his first and only mission as trainee,” Piotr admits with a regretful shake of his head, “but he still came to me for help with Russell, even after I betrayed him.

“He believed that I, a hero, could still save someone after I refused to save him.”

Piotr’s eyes wander back over to where Wade is, whose hands are in the air as he enthusiastically elaborates on something to a very patient Laura. The two siblings laugh at something he says.

“Wade is not perfect,” Piotr finally rumbles, “but perhaps what he is doesn’t need to be.”

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5. Vanessa

Civilian life does not suit Wade at all. Logan’s barely been in this timeline for a year and even he knows how goddamn awful Wade is at anything resembling normalcy. However, the one thing he apparently kept from his brief stint at it was game nights.

(Logan supposes there are worse things Wade could’ve continued doing, like using that god awful toupee that Wade still vehemently denies is a toupee.)

The majority of Wade’s game collection is of the tabletop variety. Logan knows the popular board game classics like Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, Candyland—but there’s also card games with names like Exploding Cats and Cards Against Humanity.

(Wade and Althea have strict rules to never bring Monopoly, Settlers of Catan, or Uno into the apartment. Logan never asks why.)

Tonight they settle on Pictionary, with teams split into pairs randomized by an online generator: Laura and Yukio, Dopinder and Negasonic, Peter and Colossus, Vanessa and Logan, Dermot and Wade. Althea opts to be the referee and time keeper.

It’s unfortunate that Wade isn’t drawn as the pair’s illustrator (he’s surprisingly competent with crayons when given the chance) because that leaves Dermot as their artist, and he starts drawing god knows what as Wade yells nonsense guesses.

“A donkey? A horse riding a donkey! Donkey on a princess carriage?”

“No!” Dermot cries in despair.

Wade puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay, fine! Not a donkey at all, what the fuck—”

Logan doesn’t even try suppressing his fond smile at his boyfriend’s increasing frustration. Wade looks ready to flip a table with each passing second—though, to be completely fair to him, Logan also has no idea what the hell Dermot is supposed to be drawing.

Since he and Vanessa already finished their turn (they got “chess” as their prompt, for which Vanessa drew the board and pieces easily), they sit next to each other on the sofa, watching their struggling partners with amusement.

“Last minute!” Althea calls out.

“Fuck!”

“Oh god, shoot, okay—”

Logan gently nudges Vanessa’s side with an elbow. “Shouldn’t you be saving your boyfriend from this? I think Wade’s about to pull out Baby Knife.”

“Nah,” Vanessa giggles, waving a dismissive hand. “They’re both adults—they can handle a round of Pictionary.”

Logan shoots her a skeptical look. “I disagree with Wade being an adult, but sure.”

Vanessa giggles again, her laughter turning into a cackle when Althea calls time, and Dermot and Wade groan in defeat. Then, Wade looks at the prompt.

“THAT THING IS SUPPOSED TO BE A GODDAMN BICYCLE?!”

“I’m sorry!”

“For fuck’s sake—”

The two argue (more like Wade bitches about losing while Dermot apologizes profusely for his lack of artistic skill) as Laura and Yukio get ready for their turn. Dermot tries to explain the exact parts of the bicycle he had drawn, and Logan lets out a snort at Wade’s appalled reaction.

“So,” Logan says as the next round begins, “Dermot’s okay with this?”

Vanessa turns to him with raised eyebrows. “‘This’...?” she trails off.

“You and Wade still being close enough for game nights?”

That’s an understatement to say the least. The two meet each other for coffee once every other week and maintain a long text thread filled with gossip and life updates. Vanessa always kisses his cheek hello and Wade never hesitates to hug her goodbye.

Her expression softens. “Dermot’s the most patient and understanding guy I know. I could never just abandon Wade, and he gets that.” She shrugs. “Game nights are nothing.”

“Hrm,” Logan grunts.

“Besides, Dermot likes hanging out with us,” she says. “I know Wade thinks he’s super boring, but it just means that whatever the fuck is going on in this apartment is already more than enough entertainment for him.”

Logan grunts again.

“What I’m surprised about is how chill you are with me, big guy,” she admits. When he makes a sound of confusion, she bumps her shoulder with his. “I could ask you the same thing, you know? Wonder why you’re okay with me still being close to Wade.”

Ever since he and Wade became official, Logan has managed to keep his simmering jealousy under control, if with a fair amount of difficulty. It’s not like anybody would be okay with their partner being best friends with their ex-fiancée, and Vanessa is still a huge presence in Wade’s life. Perhaps they’re not as inseparable as Wade and Logan are, but they’re still much closer than most would expect. Their casual physicality used to bother Logan to no end, even though both of them have reassured him that they really are nothing more than friends now.

Truthfully, Logan doesn’t know how the two manage to keep such a comfortable friendship after breaking off an entire engagement, but he doesn’t have it in him to worsen their relationship. It’s not just because Wade basically saved the entire universe for her, or that Vanessa is always so kind to him and doesn’t deserve Logan’s ire. He knows that Wade and Vanessa are good for each other in ways that he might never understand. And, at the end of the day, Logan is the one Wade will always come home to.

He doesn’t want to make the same mistakes he made in his old world and lose his family all over again.

Which means letting go of his pride, reigning in his possessive streak, and letting his boyfriend’s ex and her new boyfriend hang out in their apartment on game nights.

“You make Wade happy,” he answers honestly. “That's enough for me.”

Vanessa gently pats his hand, flashing him a small smile, and Logan knows that he’s doing the right thing because she stays in Wade’s life.

❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛

+1. Logan

Wade and Logan are just outside of Who Gives A Fuck Town in It Doesn’t Matter State on a non-official X-Men mission. Charles had let them know about yet another Weapon X branch that popped up, blah blah blah, everyone knows the plot from here. The most important part is that the facility is so small that it technically doesn’t exist—even in a super secret underground government capacity—so dismantling it is out of the X-Men’s jurisdiction.

It’s a good thing Deadpool isn’t an X-Man then.

Wolverine tagging along on a freelance basis just happens to be a lovely bonus. Besides, Wade is all for letting his boyfriend take a much deserved slice of revenge pie against the program that tortured him.

Before they left, Hank gave them everything they needed to shut the shit down. From what X-Men’s intel could gather, the facility is laughably tiny and understaffed, with less than five so-called “test subjects” (gross) being experimented on. Once he and Logan subdue all the baddies and free the patients, all they have to do is plug in a USB to download the facility’s files before activating a trigger that completely corrupts their digital infrastructure. Typical superhero shit.

When they arrive, they’re met with what appears to be an abandoned specialty clinic about half an hour away from the closest town. The building is dilapidated and depressing as all hell—Wade is going to thoroughly enjoy fucking up the place and the shitheads in it.

Once they handle the expected group of gunmen that try (and hilariously fail) to stop Deadpool and Wolverine, they do unfortunately hit one snag: one of the patients apparently mutated into a slightly smaller, femme Juggernaut. Subduing her takes considerably more time than expected. Luckily for them, she isn’t wearing any protective gear—just her Weapon X uniform. After Logan gets thrown into the ceiling, Wade telepathically yells at Charles for help to take her down, and before long she’s passed out on the floor.

(Thank fuck old Chucky-boy can do that, to be honest. Wade almost wishes he could do the same, but he knows he enjoys violence too much to take the easy way out.)

He runs over to where Logan is groaning under the remains of the ceiling. After uncovering Logan from the debris, he’s able to stand up on his own when Wade pulls him up by the hand.

“You good, honey badger?” he asks, patting him down and assessing for any major injuries.

(If he happens to cop a feel of Logan’s giant arms and tits, he’s just trying to be thorough!)

“Yeah,” Logan says, slapping Wade’s hands away before wiping off excess dust and debris. “Just knocked my head a bit.”

Wade lifts his mask just enough to smack a kiss onto Logan’s cheek. Elbowing him playfully, he says, “Good thing your skull is made of metal, huh?”

Logan just shoves him with a dismissive noise in response, making Wade laugh as he pulls down his mask again.

They split up after that, Logan going to the holding room where the other patients are while Wade skips over to the control room to download this shithole’s entire digital existence. He quickly finds a computer and plugs in Hank’s USB, letting the device do its thing. In the distance, he can hear Logan easily taking down another group of armed men, presumably the guards in charge of keeping the patients in their fucked up prison test tubes.

When the computer beeps at him in completion, Wade hums as he pulls out the USB and makes his way over to where Logan and the others are. He’s about to turn the corner when he hears Logan talking to someone.

“I gotta ask,” a male voice (likely one of the guards) says, “are you dating Deadpool?”

Now that makes Wade pause in the middle of his stride. He stops at the room’s entrance, standing in the hallway because he doesn’t want to interrupt the conversation taking place. It’d be rude, after all.

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business, bub.”

“It’s just—I heard him flirting with you the whole time before you walked in here, man.”

“Still none of your fuckin’ business.”

“That’s not a no.”

Nope, Wade readily agrees, it certainly isn’t!

“The fuck is it to ya if I was?” Logan grumbles.

“I mean, really?” the guy says in a tone a little too incredulous for Wade’s liking. “What the hell do you see in that asshole?”

If he didn’t already ask himself the exact same thing a dozen times a day, Wade would be even more pissed than he already is at how disgusted the dickwad sounds. Give him some fucking credit!

He’s about to announce his presence—and extreme displeasure—when Logan growls, “He makes me laugh, you shithead.”

The statement is followed by the familiar sound of someone getting punched, a pained yowl, then silence. Wade stands quietly in the hallway, chest filling with warmth as he smiles to himself like an idiot in love.

(Well, he is an idiot in love. God’s perfect idiot, actually, and very much in love with Logan Howlett the Wolverine.)

“Hey, peanut!” he finally calls out, stepping into the room as he holds up the USB. “I got everything Hank asked for.”

They easily wrap up the mission from there but, to Wade, that’s not the biggest success he walks away with that day.

He makes me laugh, you shithead.

Oh, Wade cannot wait to unleash that tidbit one day.

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(More notes on Ao3.)

#poolvertober #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool & wolverine #dp&w #deadpool #wolverine #poolverine #peanutbub #deadclaws #wolverpool #wade wilson #logan howlett #.ain't no way i'm tagging all those other characters rip #jercy attempts words #fanfic #.GOD I FINALLY FINISHED WHOOP \o/

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magickcandie · 11 months ago

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Brian May x Fem!Reader

You and Brian got together quietly. You decided not to tell the band and went by that. You were already friends with Brian and came by quite often, so some things didn’t have to change.

You never thought Roger to be interested in you. Sure he was close, but he seemed close to every one of his friends. That was until Brian pulled you aside one afternoon.

“Please, don’t flirt back with Roger.”

“What? I don’t flirt with him.” You crossed your arms accusingly.

“No, no, you don’t. He does to you. Have you really not noticed?”

You shrugged. “No I guess not. I’ve always been so focused on you. I never -”

“Brimi! I was wondering where you were hiding Y/N. Come dance with me.” Roger appeared around the corner, already tugging on your arm.

Brian raised his eyebrows at you, reaching for your other elbow. “I’m talking with her, Roger. Can’t you just… wait?”

Wait?

“You’re so boring.” He directed to Brian. “Come find me if you actually want to have fun.” Roger disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Brian repeated after you.

“Well we could always tell them? Or at least Roger?”

“No! I just… not yet?”

You shrugged again. “Okay. Well let’s go dance!”

You took Brian by the hand, leading him to where it was most busy. Somehow he thought if there were more people there, less people would be looking at him. Besides, he wasn’t much of a smoker and didn’t drink enough to just sit by the bar.

As the night got older, Roger got drunker, therefore he tried harder.

Brian walked away for moment to help Freddie, who wanted to cry, because he dropped his crown somewhere and couldn’t find it. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Y/N?”

“Uh… no?” You took a drink of the watered down alcohol in your glass.

“How come you danced with tree man and not with me? Aren’t I pretty too?”

You kept drinking to stop yourself from laughing. Tree man. “Yes, Rog, you’re pretty. I just want to hang around Bri.”

“Come dance with me.”

This time you let yourself be pulled by Roger. You stood as far back as you could, hands barely on his shoulders and the two of you swayed.

“You’re drunk. I’m sure Fred would let you sleep in one of the rooms. Come on. I’ll take you too bed.”

You helped him wade through the halls to find an unoccupied bedroom. During the walk, you encountered Brian and Freddie (who was looking into a flower pot… that was full to the rim in soil.)

“What are you doing with that poor dear?” Freddie asked you.

“He’s- ”

“Y/N’s going to bed with meee.”

Your eyes went straight to Brian’s, hoping your expression made it clear. Thankfully, you could tell he did understand.

“Well have fun you two.” Freddie waved you off. “Brian… it’s not in the pot.”

You decided to let off a chuckle at that, continuing to drag Roger down the hall. Eventually you found a room, and carefully, as best as you could, helped lay him down.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you say thank you!?”

“Go to sleep,” you said instead, dodging the question.

You stayed with him for the next five minutes before stepping out into the hall. You waited for Brian and almost falling asleep yourself.

“How was he?”

You looked up and saw a tired Brian. He sat down on the floor next to you.

“He’s drunk. I don’t know how much he’ll actually remember.” You leaned against his shoulder. “He called you tree man.”

Brian laced your hands together, and next thing you knew, the two of your were asleep there on the floor.

That next morning, Freddie’s house cleared out except for the occasional people asleep in random places.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Roger said once you all got together.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me.”

Roger extended his arms out for a hug but you pretended not to notice by stretching and walking past him to talk with Brian.

“Oh come on, Y/N!”

“What?”

“Have you really not noticed any of my advances?” You looked at Brian. “Why do you keep looking at him?”

Brian sighed when you dig your elbow into his side. “Y/N is my girlfriend, Rog.”

It took awhile for the news to reach him. He stood quietly and unmoving.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Bri! I didn’t know, honest.”

“It’s fine, really. We weren’t telling people.” You said.

“Roger, darling! How was your night with Y/N?” Freddie looked to you and the now embarrassed drummer.

“It wasn’t like that.” Roger said quietly.

“No? Then what did happen?”

“Y/N is with Brian.”

It took Freddie the same amount of time as it took Roger. The same blank stare, his eyes darting between the three of you.

“I’m so sorry, loves! I never meant such nasty things. I hope you forgive me.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Fred. We just didn’t want to tell people yet.” Brian said, now comfortably reaching for your hand.

“Well I’m happy for you two.”

“Me too. I think you’ll be good for him.” Roger added to Freddie’s statement.

John made it later in the morning. “I’m sorry for coming so late. Ronnie and I went home last night.”

“Did you know about Brian and Y/N?” Freddie immediately asked.

“Yeah. They weren’t really doing a good job at hiding it. I just didn’t say anything because it seemed like they weren’t telling people.” John shrugged, as if this was news that was well known. He started to make coffee.

You laughed aloud. Of course John knew. Now the entire band knew, and that took off a lot of weight that you two were carrying.

#brian may x reader #roger taylor #freddie mercury #john deacon

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undertheopensky · 1 year ago

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Portals Do Not Like Four (the feeling is mutual)

Whumptober Day 1: Swooning

Characters: Four, Warriors, everyone's kind of there but may not have a large part

Trigger warnings: Fainting, seizures

Read on Ao3!

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In the aftermath of a frantic skirmish, the others discuss the black lizalfos and its newfound portal-creating abilities in worried tones. Four just wishes he’d been close enough to see it happen. Spun glass and shadows shot through with blood and poison, the void between its arms dragging in all light; how was it made? Where did the energy come from? How does it keep from growing and swallowing up the world? How does it keep from collapsing in on itself and vanishing? It’s too complex to simply be what it appears, a tear between worlds, a void in time and space.

It’s not at all like the moon gates. For one thing, despite being a direct link to the dark world, they didn’t reek so heavily of malice that he can taste it, nasty and metallic in the back of his throat. For another, the way it hangs in the air, flexing and pulsing with barely-restrained magic. The moon gates had been a little like that, he supposes, the way they had been right at the edge of a tipping point before he cracked them open. But this one is already open. He doesn’t know what precipice it’s riding, and doesn’t know if he wants to find out.

If Four had the time, he’d make a few sketches, maybe check the base for evidence of runes or anchoring magic, but the rest of the group has decided to go through, and honestly, that’s the best option. No telling how long the thing will stay open, and they can’t risk losing their best — and only — lead.

Four hesitates at the border, watching the others walk through one by one. They seem to ripple as they wade deeper into the abyss, or maybe the abyss folds around them. “I can’t believe the postman’s travelling through these,” Four mutters to himself, making Warriors snort. Then the captain’s through too, leaving Four alone in the dark forest.

The portal waits.

The air is chill and silent, in spite of the massive amount of energy swirling over stone just a few feet away. It looks just like the one Four had found while hunting black-blooded monsters in the Castor Wilds, that had led him to the others. If he’d had more time — ah, but he hadn’t, and still doesn’t. The others will be waiting.

Four steps through, and s h a t t e r s.

Heart rushing — cold and slow — wind curling soft around his face — iron pressure at his throat — claws and tails and heavy weight, falling backwards stumbling forwards gravity is all wrong and nothing’s moving right —

Pain like fire, like lightning, streaking out from the spine, turning inwards and thundering through the brain —

Pressure leaning on them a mountain whispering at their shoulders —

Blazing chill searing their sightless eyes —

Falling through stars —

Their feet hit solid ground, and the world swirls from colour to grey to nothing.

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Warriors shakes himself, wishing the damp chill of portals was as easy to shake off as real water. In front of him, he can see the rest of the Links, already poking about the new and different forest they’ve wound up in. Except Wind, who’s taking off his shirt and trying to wring it out. Warriors doesn’t have the heart to tell him it won’t help. He’ll figure it out, anyway.

Boots crunch on the grass behind him, and Warriors turns away from Wild climbing a tree to greet the last Link through the portal. “Hey, Four. Any chance you know where we are? No one’s seen anything familiar, yet.”

Four stares at him, uncomprehending, and Warriors realises he’s listing sideways almost too late to catch him. “Wha — Four!” he yelps, lowering a too-limp body to the floor. Training takes over; quick fingers confirm a pulse and breathing, and his hands start running over Four’s head, his neck and back, checking for signs of damage. He doesn’t find anything, which, great! Except what the fuck. Four had been right behind him. What could have happened?

Four is completely unresponsive, eyes half-open and eerily blank; empty of everything that made him a person. At his back the other Links are coming up, first with confusion then with urgency as they register Four’s crumpled form. Hyrule drops to the other side and starts running his own inexpert checks, tight with fear. Warriors marks that — he’s not the only one with medic experience on the team, good to know — but is more focused on Four’s eyes. They keep — ticking to the side, something he’s only seen in severe head injuries, and he can feel uncharacteristic panic rising.

“What happened?” Twilight is asking, “did something get him from behind as he went through?”

“Don’t know,” Warriors says. “Healing items, anyone —?” Legend drops down next to them, clearly out of his depth but wordlessly offering a potion, a bottled fairy, and a handful of rings that no one else knows the purpose of. A potion’s no good without Four conscious to drink it, but �� Warriors uncorks the bottle with the fairy, tipping her out onto Four’s tunic.

The fairy dusts herself off, clearly miffed by the lack of ceremony, then her wings lift her into the air and she gets to work. Pink sparkles drift aimlessly as she flutters back and forth, over his chest, over his head, seemingly unable to decide where to alight.

Then, she darts right up into Warriors’ face and lets loose a torrent of angry chiming, before zooming back into the bottle and settling at the bottom, pouting. Warriors understands not a word of it but feels very scolded all the same.

“There’s nothing for her to heal,” Hyrule mumbles under his breath. Warriors presses his fingers to Four’s throat again to doublecheck — too fast, but still strong. Four’s alive. He’s just — not conscious. And there’s nothing wrong with him that a fairy can fix.

Four trembles, and his eyes flutter, and for a second Warriors is terrified he’s about to seize — then he goes limp again.

“Anyone seen this before?” he asks helplessly. “I’ve seen a lot of portal travel and there’s never been a reaction like this.”

“Lookit his eyes,” Wind blurts out over a round of negatives, and Warriors quickly checks to make sure —

Oh wow.

They’re still ticking lightly, but the dark grey has been suffused by a light, bright blue. As he watches, purple swirls in, circling wider and wider until the whole iris is deep violet, and green starts to creep up from one side. Everyone stiffens as red blooms around Four’s pupil, but in the next moment it’s washed away by pale blue. Specks of green appear and bleed outwards, purple pushes its way to the surface and fades back, blue limns the struggling borders of green and eats away at them. It’s a constant swirling wash of colour.

Their horrified fascination is broken when Four blinks, and blinks again.

Wars feels a leap of hope. “I think he’s coming round.”

Four blinks hard, and the warring colours drain away, back to the stormcloud grey he’d started with. He swallows, and blinks again, and his arms draw in close to himself, hands flexing almost absently.

“Everyone back up, give him some space,” Warriors orders. “Four, can you hear me? Can you give my hand a squeeze?” He tugs one of Four’s arms back out. Four tries to pull it away. “Come on, Link, squeeze my hand.”

Four squeezes, then pulls again, and Warriors lets him go so he can curl up again. Instead he uses it to push himself off the ground.

“Hey, woah, steady!”

Slowly, Four rocks himself into an upright sit — then immediately overbalances the other way. Warriors grabs him to keep him upright. “Easy, there. You back with us? Think you can tell us what happened?”

His throat works, but no sound comes out. Four seems frustrated instead of frightened, at least.

He may not have gone into convulsions, but Warriors has seen the confusion and loss of control after a seizure too often to miss it. It’s almost a relief, knowing, even if seizures are never a good sign. He knows what to look for, he knows how to help if it happens again; he even knows what potions to ask for, if they come across an apothecary with the right stock. “Take it slow,” he tells Four. Four pushes weakly against the hand on his shoulder in a doomed attempt to stand. Warriors rolls his eyes.

Wild jumps from his tree to land close by. Warriors despairs for that man’s knees already. “There’s what looks like a village maybe a half hour northish, if someone needs to go get help.”

“He’s come round,” says Twilight. “We can all start heading that way, though, if someone can carry Four. I don’ wanna put him on a horse like this.”

Four’s lips draw back from his teeth. Slowly, he signs Can walk, with hands that shake so hard it’s a miracle he’s intelligible.

“You definitely can’t,” Warriors tells him and gets a scowl, “give yourself a few minutes, huh?”

This time Four definitely bares his teeth at him.

“Wait wait, you sign?” Wind is nearly vibrating with excitement. “Four, I didn’t know you — and you too Warriors! You can sign?? I never knew anyone outside of my family who could!”

“Sure, it’s pretty standard in the army,” Warriors tells him.

Wind flaps his hands like a bird, beaming with joy, and starts signing rapidly. This is so cool I didn’t realise anyone else knew it I learned because words were so HARD and then I could talk to Aryll before she could talk wait does anyone else know it —

“I do,” says Twilight, a little shyly. “Had a lotta trouble with words when I was younger.”

“Ooh, same hat,” says Legend. “I quit talking completely from age twelve to about seventeen. Old man, what’s with the contemplative look?”

“Just wondering what the chances are. I was much the same, on and off, until I was…” Time stops and thinks about it. “Actually, I suppose I still have trouble on occasion, but it’s been much better since around the time I got married.”

“I didn’t talk for over a hundred years,” Wild says.

“That doesn’t count!” Legend splutters.

Wind giggles at this exchange and turns to Sky, who’s been watching the whole thing with wide eyes and faintly pink cheeks. Do you sign, Sky? Is it a knight thing?

I sign, he signs slowly, because me and Zelda invented it.

There’s a brief pause before Wind starts making a high-pitched shrieking noise and flapping again. THAT’S SO COOL! he signs emphatically, once his hands are still enough.

Sky’s blush intensifies.

The conversation is at least a good distraction while Four rests. He’s stopped trying to stand up and just watches the byplay with hazy eyes. His blinks gets slower, and more prolonged, until Warriors feels a flicker of concern when they don’t open again.

“Hey, Four, no.” Warriors gives him a firm shake. “I know you’re tired, but you really can’t fall asleep right now.”

Four opens his eyes to glare at him, then slowly and distinctly signs Fuck you.

“That’s the spirit,” says Warriors, unmoved. “How’s the dizziness?”

Better. The tingling’s starting to fade, and I don’t feel so much like the air is trying to crush me. Like going from a dark room to blazing sunlight, but made physical. Very strange.

Hyrule makes a startled noise, eyes wide. “That sounds like magic shock!”

That gets Warriors’ attention. “Magic shock? What’s that?”

“It’s, um.” He scrunches his face, thinking hard. “It’s when you go from an area of very low ambient magic to a high one very fast, or vice versa. I felt it when we — when I landed, but I was just a bit dizzy. There’s a lot of ambient magic in the portal, though, and Four you said it felt like the other way round —”

Because the portals are dark magic, not elemental, Four signs, eyes suddenly bright. There was no elemental magic as we were passing through, and that’s what I’m sensitive to, so the sudden loss and reappearance — that makes sense.

Warriors is more concerned by the returning bloom of purple in Four’s eyes. “Uh, Four, I don’t want to worry you, but while you were out, your eyes kept changing. They’re doing it again now — they just went purple.”

Four makes a small, startled noise. Warriors raises a brow. “You didn’t know they did that?”

Unlike you, I don’t spend a lot of time in front of mirrors, Four snarks.

Warriors puts a melodramatic hand over his heart. “Ah! You wound me!” He’s still watching Four carefully for unsteadiness, drifting, a return of the earlier confusion. “But you’re not scared by it. You know what it is?”

Four gestures to his tunic, an absent one-two-three-four at each colour. In the process of forging the Four Sword, it was infused with elemental magic. His smile is small and crooked. I caught a bit of the backwash. Only makes sense there were some side effects.

“Side effects like changing your eye colour?”

“Eyes are the windows to the soul, you know,” Four says, in a creaky voice that’s clearly imitating someone else.

At the sound of it Sky lights up and glances over. “Hey Four! You back with us?”

“Yeah,” says Four, and this time when he presses upwards it’s strong enough to pull free of Warriors’ hands. He sways only slightly as he dusts himself off and catches his balance. “Sorry for the delay. Wild, you said there was a village nearby?”

“Well, I saw smoke and a cleared area, and that’s usually either a village or a monster camp.”

Twilight groans. “Wild…”

“What? One way or another we’re gonna wind up there anyway.”

The rest of the group relaxes fast, with Four upright and interacting and steady as ever. Whatever it was, it’s over now.

(Warriors still knows what he saw. He makes a quiet mental note to talk to Hyrule later, about the signs and symptoms of magic shock. Whether seizures were included, and just how severe it could be. Four is incredibly lucky he wasn’t alone today - and that there hadn’t been a platoon of monsters waiting on the other side of the portal.

The smithy hadn’t known that his eyes change colour. What else doesn’t he know about those ‘side effects’?)

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Read Part 2 here!

#whumptober 2023 #linked universe #lu four #lu warriors #lu fic #skies writes #tw fainting #tw seizures #briefly: fuck tumblr's formatting #still haven't decided how i'm going to format these on ao3

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littlemelaninfics · 2 years ago

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Headcanon of Andy barber fucking busty stripper single neighbor! Reader 😍🔥

•It was Friday night in Chicago, the snow bringing all kinds of people to places they wouldn't normally hang out

•Andy Barber was no exception

•It was 3 years after the incident with his son and he decided to take some time for himself. He rented a small one bedroom apartment in a less materialistic part of town

•He hated starting over and meeting new people, but unless he was going to put a shotgun in his mouth before the age of 50, he needed a change and fast

•He's been in town for about two years when he heard loud bumping and music in the apartment above him. He didn't mind it until he had his 3rd whiskey and was lookin for some quiet

•He opted for banging on the ceiling with a broom and when that didn't work, he groaned as he pulled himself off his couch and out his front door

•Andy climbed the set of stairs leading to the noise and walked, or waded, through the hallway and to the door that was making all the noise. Banging on the door, he took in all the boxes and picture frames that lingered. An item caught his eye and he started to reach for it,

"Um, excuse me?" Andy's head immediately turned to the voice, "can I help you?"

•The creature in front of him was one he's never seen before. She was 5'6, perfect prominent tits, a figure that would make a Preacher say "Goddamn" and a voice that's only heard in the sweetest of melodies. She made his blood run hotter than it already was. No one made him feel like that since the first time he laid eyes on Laurie many years ago

"Uh yeah. I live under you and it's just pretty noisy. Would you mind keeping it down?

"Sure. Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. Hav e a good night."

"Wait! What's your name? I'm Y/n."

"Andy. Nice to meet you."

"You too. Um, this might seem forward, but would you mind helping me with something?

•Andy assisted Y/n is hanging a shelf when she offered wine. The two talked in her apartment for almost two hours before calling it a night

•That was two weeks ago and since then the two have been known to chat at the mailboxes or in the laundry room, but they were always cut short with Y/n being on call for her "studio" work. She had no problem telling Andy she way a dancer, she just left out what kind of dancer. The first time he hugged her is when her skin lit up in flames.

•Such an innocent act left her feeling wanton

•Andy was sat at the bar of the local club, waiting for the roads to be plowed. The atmosphere of smoke, flashing lights, glitter and desperation didn't bother him as he wasn't staying

•30 minutes later is when he heard the snow machine outside and pulled out $40 to pay for his drinks. He was thanking the bartender when the blood in his face started to boil. He slightly turned his head to the left, following the voice he's studied for the past two weeks

•Getting the confirmation he already had, he quickly gathered his belongings and made his way to the floor instead of out the door. He sat down when he got the attention of one of the waitresses,

" 'Scuse me. How much for a private?"

"That depends on who you have in mind, hon."

"Her." he said pointing to Y/n who had her back turned.

"Ooo, yea she's a special one. Has this masquerade thing she likes to do to add to the mystery. I think her price is $250 for 40 minutes, but let me tell you...she's worth it."

"I'll do it."

"Perfect. I'll get you set up."

•Andy was led to a red lit room with a chair, a pole, ottoman, and small couch. It smelled like Chanel and black cherry

•When the music started, he lowered his mask and waited for her to make her entrance, and that she did

•With the "Crazy in Love-remix" playing, Y/n entered on all fours making her way to Andy and running her hands up his jean clad thighs. She snaked her body up until she was standing on the studded heels and grinding her voluptuous ass against his crotch

•Just as he was about to touch her, she stood and went to the pole, doing her tricks just for him. The way her hair flowed with every spin, the luminance brought to her brown skin by the red lights was something he'd never seen

•She made her way back to him and straddled his lap, grinding once again and bringing him close to her cleavage. His nostrils filled with the expensive perfume and cocoa butter

•Y/n felt his cock twitch beneath her and a moan slipped past her lips. When he heard it, Andy gently grabbed her hips, moving them back and forth

•The instant his hands touched her is the moment she knew that she was giving her downstairs neighbor and friend a lap dance. She slowly pulled his mask off, ripping hers off in a split second and crashed her lips to his

•His taste of whiskey and mint coated her taste buds and she could feel the wet spot forming in her panties. As if he could too, Andy reached his flat palm into the front of her lace panties and rubbed her clit until she was begging for more

•Andy picked her up and carried her to the small sofa when she turned around and got on her knees, hands going to grip the back of the couch once her lace was around her ankles. She felt him take position behind her as he leaned over her, rubbing his cock up and down her pussy. She started pushing her ass back when he slipped the head of his cock in

•He teased her a couple times more before fully bottoming out. He gripped both of her hips tightly, bringing her body into his with each thrust

•Y/n reached for one of his hand and brought it up to her, bouncing overspilling tit. He squeezed and tugged on her nipple as she let out a porn start like moan. Andy took his other hand and put around her shoulder, gaining higher momentum than before

"Oh my fucking god! Fuck, Andy! Just like that!"

•He gave her a few more hard thrusts before connecting her ass to his pelvis, grinding his cock deep within her cunt and reaching spots she didn't know existed. He leaned back over her, taking a chunk of skin from her shoulder blade between is teeth and sucking when he felt her cumming on his cock

"God damnit! Right there," he moaned as he chased his high.

•After staggered thrusts, he pulled out and coated her back in his hot, sticky cum. He found a tissue box and used one to clean her up before she turned to face him,

"Hi," she said sensually.

"Hi," he said bringing her in for a deep kiss when he pulled away,

"Nice studio," he said with a cheeky grin.

•Y/n giggled into another kiss when they decided to finish their session at home

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