#he's already decided to stay with Wade and help him

[dreorig]

Oh wow, you just happen to be taller and broader than your mercenary boyfriend!

[ deadpool x dom male reader | nsfw under the cut | had this sitting in my drafts for a while now so uhhh forgive any mistakes :P ]

First things first. He thinks that's so hot of you.

He brags about you to everyone. Everyone. Random people, someone's he's fighting with, a friend; they all will hear about how handsome and tall Wade's boyfriend is.

Wade gets heart eyes when you both are in public and you hold his waist or hug him from behind. A subtle possessive squeeze on him will also do the job.

Wade will steal your clothes. He is 6'2, do you seriously think he'd ever have another chance to feel smaller in someone else's clothes anytime soon? Yeah, he's not losing this chance.

How many times can he ask to arm wrestle with you until you threaten to cut his vocal chords?

"So we can't get to decide what we're getting for dinner and we both want different things..." "Wade—" "There's only one way to solve this situation..." "Wade. No." "ARM WRESTLING!" "NO."

You will give him piggy backs and carry him around in bridal style either you like it or not. It's a demand.

He jumps at you randomly. First time he did that he jumped from behind, but you didn't know that was him, so your instincts made you grab that apparently stranger and throw him across the room, making him hit a wall. Wade fell even more for you right then and there.

Wade was mesmerised. You desperate; so you ran towards him, already chanting an infinite amount of sorry's. "Shit. Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to—" your apology was interrupted by the sound of Wade's laugh, which took you aback a little. Wade jumped to his feet and into your arms, this time you caught him properly. He wrapped his legs around your waist and arms around your neck, his chest still trembling with laughter. "Do you know how unbelievably hot that was? Never stop manhandling me."

Wade can reach the top shelves just fine but will ask you to grab the things instead. He just wants to enjoy his tall dog privilege.

He will always go to the gym with you if he's not busy re-killing former US presidents, slaughtering some asshole or pestering Logan. Hell, Wade loves to see your muscles flexing and your sweaty self after a good workout.

Asking you to pick him up (like this) became a part of your workout routine. He giggles and melts in your hold because he loves the fact that you pick him off the ground so effortlessly, like he's a piece of paper.

Fuck him doggy style and slap his ass with your big hands and you'll hear the loudest moan ever.

So loud you'll probably need to slip a few fingers inside his mouth to keep him shut. You don't need any neighbours hearing what's yours only.

You know what they say about big hands, eh? Wade knows it better than anyone and God, he loves the way you stretch him. Naturally he's got a high pain tolerance, so you being big and making him see things without having to use a toy is just perfect.

Doesn't mean you never use toys, tho. Fuck Wade's face and make him gag on your big cock while he has a dildo deep inside him, he'll give you the biggest puppy eyes ever as he humps on your leg.

You reminding him of your size difference never fails to make him wet. Never fucking fails. Tell him he should stand in front of you to get a better view since you're taller and he won't hide the fact that his underwear is already stained with pre-cum.

No marks such as love bites will stay on Wade's body due to his healing factor, much to his and your dislike, but eventually you found a way to claim him as yours — he's got to wear one of your shirts while you so relentlessly fuck him and even after you're done. Your scent and sweat that lingers on the fabric make Wade's head spin, often leading him to beg for you to fuck him once again.

Plus wearing your clothes just feels right. The way they're always oversized on him serves to remind him of how much bigger you are. He's got a size kink, he can't help it.

"Aren't you my little bitch?" you increased your pace. "Fuck, yes, yes," he pushed his hips down, meeting your thrusts. "Did I fuck you dumb? Use your damn words," you growled in his ear. Wade's cock throbbed at that. He was indeed beginning to think you fucked him dumb, yet he replied, "Arghh— yes, shit, yes, I'm your little bitch~" "Yeah, that's right. Let me show you how a real man treats a little bitch like you," you slapped his ass so hard even your own hand burned a little. Wade came right away without even having to touch his cock this time. How many times was it now? Not that he cared, he just wanted more, more, more. You chuckled, pleased with your own work. "Look at what a slap can do to a little bitch in heat." Wade wasn't sure of what you really said, but his ears caught "little bitch in heat" and he smiled dumb, more than happy to know he was your little bitch in heat.

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere?TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 53

(Trey is the one who helped put together Grim's Heartslabyul uniform, deciding the Jack of Hearts would be the best card for little Grim. He struggles with the buttons and needs help to put on the full uniform, but it makes Riddle absolutely melt in pride to see the Kit dressed up in the dorm's colors.)

Warnings; yandere, yandere behavior, platonic and romantic yanderes, lonely dragon hours, an incomplete puzzle still gives the assumption of a completed image, reader is smart but can only deduce so much with limited information, plans of manipulation, anxieties, everyone is STRESSED, dragon, vampire bat, Shinigami, hellcat, Selkie,

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The day turned to night as the visitors settled down in the main lobby of Ramshackle dorms. Almost every guard had shown up to keep vigil given the severity of the situation and the fact that you still had yet to wake. From Pomefiore- who had not yet had the chance to officially guard you- all the way to the handful of Royal Sword Academy students. Any who had a connection to you was present.

Despite the outpouring of concern and the presence of so many in the dorm, you did not stir. Your body lay still against the stomach of the Dragon who had yet to stop his mournful noises as he stared at your immobile figure. The only one who had been able to approach Malleus was Grim, the Kit easily climbing up the side of the Dragon to reach you. Not even Lilia had been allowed to come close, which spoke volumes as to how seriously Malleus was taking your comatose state.

Where Leona would have been the first to scold Malleus for his excessive noise, even the proud Lion knew better than to press the Dragon. The simple fact that Malleus was aggressive towards his Hoard to protect you cooled any less than pleasant emotions the others had. There was a time and a place to challenge the Dragon for his general behavior, and this was neither.

Even Hades- who continued his sleepless vigil as the others nodded off- planned to confront the Dragon with you present. He wasn't going to let Malleus' blatant disrespect to your autonomy slide, but he wasn't going to poke the Dragon unnecessarily while you were in such a poor state. Malleus, for now, was protecting you from everyone else and that was enough to allow the Dragon peace of mind.

The elder Shinigami figured you were trapped in that odd dream-like state you had described to him before. To think, the Dragon hadn't even fully Overblotted and you were still stuck within the haunted memories of the Prince due to the blot. Your ability to draw out and absorb blot was nothing short of miraculous for those you helped, but it was no miracle to you. When did the blot become too much for you? The amount you had already absorbed should be enough to kill, so where did your seemingly endless tolerance of blot actually end?

Finding out wasn't worth the cost that it would have for you.

As it was when Vil had come close to Overblotting, your skin bore signs of the blot you had taken on. Around your eyes had darkened to a midnight black, your soft lips bearing those same shadows. Veins along your body spiderwebbed into your flesh and even that illustrious Selkie coat from your temporary transformation took on a darker pigment.

This wasn't healthy for you. Being around these beasts wasn't healthy for you. But could the elder really bring himself to force you into staying on the Isle of Woe where you could be properly protected and monitored?

Would your subsequent anger and mistrust towards him be worth keeping you like a doll in a glass display box? It would keep you alive, but you would fight the forced isolation and shake off the binds with all you had. Even your suspicions towards him and his kin when you heard them speak their native tongue had unsettled the ancient being.

Would your hatred truly be worth keeping you 'safe' among his own domain?

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You continued to wade through memory after memory, watching as each wound of isolation and loneliness was cared into Malleus' heart. It was almost a cruel divine joke that so many forgot about Malleus. Even Silver and Sebek would frequently forget the Dragon who took the forgetful actions as yet another scar on his heart.

Eventually it felt almost like it was too much for you to bear just watching the way he yearned for someone- anyone- to remember he existed. Beyond you and Lilia, it was rare Malleus was included in things. The small invitations from you and the Bat meant more than the world to the dour Dragon, seeing how he would even physically mark his calendar with a child-like giddiness to him despite his centuries of life.

He truly saw even small social gestures as a gift.

With so few memories where he actually had genuine companionship, you began to realize just why Malleus behaved the way he did. It wasn't an excuse by any stretch, but it was an explanation. Each birthday Malleus spent crying and alone was burned into your heart. Every crestfallen expression he bore when he realized he had been left outcast from a social gathering haunted you.

Malleus was a lonely soul in search of a friend yet having never truly experienced friendship until he met you. Even if it was a friendship of necessity to you and a friendship of addiction to him, you were the closest he had to genuine companionship. It was simply his nature for him to cling desperately to those bonds.

The scene you were now in was a familiar one despite how hazy the memory was for you. Divus working quickly on your mangled arm as Riddle sobbed into his hands. Malleus was running to your side.

You vaguely remembered that Lilia made it to you first, but you could now actually see the sheer look of panic on Malleus' face as he dashed to you. It was clear you were not fully aware of things as you swayed and tilted your head while laying propped up against Lilia. Despite how disoriented you were, Malleus looked at you as if you were the moon in his night sky.

The panic in his heart was still present, but even his most turbulent emotions calmed when he could be by your side. As he settled next to you, the scene in front of you shifted to yet another memory involving you. This one made your stomach churn. It was a scene you had heard about but not actually witnessed.

Malleus had burst from the woods and into a scene that haunted his memories about as much as it would haunt you. Your body lay limply beneath that of Leona, blood stained your clothes and it looked as if you had already died. The dark color stained Leona as well and- though you knew he had saved you, not hurt you- it looked as if Leona had brutalized you.

You could see the way Malleus' eyes darkened and that blot colored aura surrounded him. It was as if his heart were shattering as he stared at your limp body. He clearly needed someone to blame for your 'death' and that electric green gaze of his locked on Leona.

"For the crime of harming my Hoard and killing my Human, I- Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley- hereby sign the death warrant of Leona Kingscholar and consign his soul to oblivion."

As Malleus prepared to attack, the scene shifted again. Now you found yourself in the infirmary, watching Divus very gently wrap up your leg.

Malleus sat next to your sick-bed, his eyes somewhat swollen and darkened around the edges as if he had been crying. It didn't matter to him that Lilia, Silver, and Sebek were nearby, what mattered to him was that you were unwell. Even Leona's presence had not really occurred to the Dragon that guarded you so fiercely.

Malleus was holding one of your hands, slowly and gently petting the flesh of your arm as he tried to keep himself calm. The windows along the far walls of the room showed it was raining and you had no doubt it was because of Malleus.

Even as the day turned to night and the others settled down to sleep, Malleus refused to move. His eyes were locked solely on you as he helped Grim up onto your stomach. The only time he released your hand was for a sparing few seconds before he was reaching out to you again for comfort.

He clung to your presence in a way that almost seemed worshipful. The Dragon worshiped the way you chased his isolation and dour emotions into hiding. There was no one way to describe how afraid he was of losing you and being forced back into that painful isolation.

Finally, the scene took on another view, one that confused you more than it should have. It was the day Malleus gifted you the Magestone that hung around your neck. You were busy making food for little Cheka and Grim while Malleus spoke quietly to Lilia. Naturally, you were keen to hear what the two Fae spoke of so secretively.

"... Maleanor used it for the same goal with Raverne."

"So, I simply need her to wear it, and it will maintain her wellbeing?"

"Yes. Her life will be sustained by your own and you will be able to ensure she is safe. I won't question you as to what you plan to do when you look in on her, but I can say that she will be safer with you watching over her."

Malleus nodded as he looked at the lovely Magestone in his hands. The way they spoke made you begin connecting the dots from their behavior and attitudes, leaving you piecing the actions of both Fae together.

You did always feel like you were being watched, even while you were alone. Based on what Lilia said, it was very likely that Malleus had actually been looking in on you through the Magestone when he had the chance. Was it possible Malleus had seen the Human ghosts? No. No, he would have thrown a more destructive fit if he realized you were doing everything in your power to leave.

Despite the way it made you pity the Dragon, you knew that you would take Grim and run if you had the chance to go home. It saddened you to think about the way it would deeply damage Malleus to have his only friend and true confidant flee from him to where he can never hope to follow. Still, this world was not safe for you unless you bound yourself to several of these monsters permanently. Even Hades said it was likely you would have to choose multiple of them just to avoid their cataclysmic meltdowns.

Your choices were limited and you needed to give them something or they may push themselves too far one day. How would you even go about trying to do that without multiple Overblots taking place? What would you have to give them to convince them to give you a bit more slack on your diamond encrusted leash? Even further past the clear invasion of your privacy, something else the Bat had said caught your attention.

'Her life will be sustained by your own'.

That phrase echoed around in your mind as you rest your hand over the Magestone sitting proudly on your collarbone. What kind of sustaining did this Magestone do? Was the Magestone infecting you further the longer you wore it? What was it infecting you with?

None of these questions could be answered while you were trapped in memories of the past. You needed to wake up and face them. The conflict would no doubt push Malleus to the edge given his rejection sensitive temper. How could you make him tell you the truth without pushing him into a true Overblot?

You recognized the fact that you had been lucky to stop Malleus before he fully lost himself to a full Overblot. The fact that his sorrow and isolation weighed so heavily on him only told you how easily he would fall again should you push him away.

Your path forward was not clear, and you knew you would have to give something in order to get something from the Dragon. Within the next few weeks, you would find the truth no matter the cost. If that meant you had to pretend to have romantic interests in the seven different dormheads and the other guards, then so be it.

~•§•~

Your eyes slowly opened as you let out a soft squeak from the sudden feeling of consciousness. A warmth surrounded you and left you feeling like you were floating adrift a sea of comfort on a soft cloud. It took you only a few moments to realize it was due in part to your Selkie pelt laying over you, and in part to the Dragon that breathed warmth onto your body.

Said Dragon was whining a soft lament, the large reptile's eyes were closed and his brow muscles were pulled taught in an expression of concern. It felt like you were lain out on the broad side of the beast, feeling every intake of breath moving your figure up. His black and purple scales glittered like gemstones in the room that was bathed in silver moonlight.

The ever lonely vigil of a broken hearted Dragon.

Beneath your hands, centered on your stomach, was a warm ball of fur. No doubt Grim had desperately snuggled into you as he- yet again- faced the very real possibility of losing you. The Hellcat was so young and already lost so much to the cruelty of life, and here he was having to face the potential reality of losing everything he had learned to love.

As you moved to look at Grim, a sudden silence hung in the air. The low mournful humming had stopped.

Turning your head, you were met face to face with the unblinking bright green eyes of the dark Dragon. His gaze fixed on you and his large slit pupils blown wide. The Dragon knew you were awake.

Silence lasted for only a moment before a confused squeak came from the Kit under your hand, that squeak turning into a shout of jubilation.

"MAMA!"

[scorpioriesling]

Temptation Island - Episode 4

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Pairing(s): Xaden, Liam, Ridoc, Bodhi, Brennan, Dain, Garrick x reader

Warning(s): hinting at smut

Summary: Four couples come to Temptation Island to test the strenght of their relationships -- relationships built on rocky foundations, that is. Will these couples survive? Will these individuals be tempted during their stay on the island, or stay true to their partners? Only readers decide -- find out what happens next in this juicy, dramatic series!

SR’s Note: You guys did Brennan DIRTY ASF lmaoooooo. Have we all forgotten the heart-shaped pineapple?! I'm only kidding, one person had to leave... to make "room". (;

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @whyucloudingmymind @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @woollybread786 @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @luvly-writer @fiahtheteaaddict @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans @notnowkittenwhisker @emmiwolfsworld @acourtofbatboydreams (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Episode 3

It had been only a few days since your date with Garrick, and since then he has seemed... distant.

For example; the morning following the dates, Cat and Liam entertained the lot of the guys with their re-telling. It was nice to see Cat laughing, genuinely laughing -- but, it stung a little as you recalled the other night when Liam visited you in your room.

Sloane on the other hand, sat nearly in Bodhi's lap. You were stunned sure, but mostly supportive of her being with any of these males over her shitty current boyfriend. You observed Dain from across the way, noting the daggers he was glaring into the side of Bodhi's head.

Even Violet was sitting next to Xaden, sharing silence as the two of them ate.

You on the other hand... well, you sat alone at the bar that morning. You enjoyed your breakfast in silence, listening to the stories from the others while wondering where Garrick could be.

Was the kiss really that bad? He seemed into it at the time, but maybe it was all for show. You already felt rotten over the whole thing to begin with, as you did cross a boundary that both you and Drake had set; but still, you couldn't get the idea of his mouth out of your mind.

And now, it'd been three days. And you hated the way you still thought so much about it.

"Mind if I join you?"

You turned, sloshing pool water as your gaze focused on Ridoc. He waded through the chest-high water, two margaritas in his hands. He flashed you a warm smile, and well... you couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Absolutely not; I don't own the pool anyway."

He chuckled, wading up alongside you. He set down the drinks, and you watched as his fingers slid from the glass. You hadn't noticed before, but they were really nice. Strong, long digits beautifully tanned from the island sun. You almost wondered how they'd feel-

"Something on your mind?" He asked innocently. You swallowed, picking up the drink and taking a big swig. He raised an eyebrow as he watched, smiling mostly to himself.

When you finally set the glass back down, you looked at him rather sheepishly.

"Is it that obvious?"

He chuckled again, downing half his own drink and moving closer to you. He lowered in water until it was near his chin, which made you smile as he gazed up at you.

"Well, you've barely spoken in three days. We missed you at the glow stick party the other night, and nobody's heard anything since the last date."

Your brows furrowed. You had missed the glow stick party -- that was the one morning Garrick hadn't shown at breakfast, and you turned in early.

"He hasn't said anything?" You asked, hoping to not come off so eager. Ridoc shrugged, rippling the water around him.

"Nah, not to any of the guys anyway." He said, then tilted his head in thought. "Although, I did see him talking with Cat earlier today."

He paused, and you stilled as a million thoughts raced through your head.

"Come to think of it, he was hanging around Violet for most of the night at the glow stick thing."

Your blood boiled. How could you be so stupid not to see this coming? Of course he'd want to talk with the other girls; they were there, and you weren't. It was just one date anyway, it wasn't like the two of you confessed your love for one another or anything.

Still... the idea of him with Cat, or Violet for that matter -- it made your skin crawl.

"You seem tense... uh, here, I have something to help you, if you want it?"

You turned your gaze to Ridoc again as he rose from the water. He extended a hand, and you took it. He pulled you close to his chest, dipping to wrap an arm beneath your knees.

"Woah-!"

"Shhh, don't worry," he promised, gently lowering you into the water. You froze as the cool liquid engulfed you, and curled closer to Ridoc's chest.

He laughed, starting to straighten his arms. "While I love the idea of you laying up on me," he paused, glancing down at you. "This exercise works best if you straighten yourself out."

You slowly moved in the way he instructed, lengthening your spine as his hold on you changed. He now pulled you close, his hands beneath the small of your back as the water did most of the work. You understood now what his goal was, and you squinted as you peered up at him.

"Ahhh... floating," you said, and he grinned.

"I always find it easier to express things when I'm in more of a calm state," he said, showing a wise face. You giggled, disturbing the water around you before straightening again to stay afloat.

"You don't really seem like you have a roblem expressing anything... ever," you said, playfulness in your tone. In an instant your vision was shaded, the blinding sun overhead blocked out as Ridoc's hand cupped the air above you. He towered over you, guiding you slowly through the water as his sun-blocking technique allowed you to look up at him more clearly.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the reflection of the water, but... you hadn't seen this side of him yet. The soft side, perhaps. He was surely the most outgoing of the group, always genine and ready to give a good laugh; but in this moment, he was different.

"So, you wanna tell me about the body painting date?"

You sighed, recalling the date in detail. You explained the different gels and mud masks, how each one represented a different thing. When you got to the end, beneath the waterfall, Ridoc's eyebrows rose.

"Shit... so you really kissed him, then?"

You scoffed, furrowing your eyebrows.

"What, is that so unbelieveable?"

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head slowly.

"Nah, nah... just kinda hoped I'd be the first one to do it."

Your cheeks flushed, and you averted your eyes. Your new focal point was no help, as you turned your gaze to focus on Ridoc's abdomen. His skin looked soft as the water beads clung to it, and warm from the island heat. Even when he wasn't flexing, you could still see every muscle hidden within, which only made you blush more.

He chuckled, which brought your attention back to his face. He had obviously noticed you checking him out, and wasn't embarassed by it. You inhaled quickly, trying to regain your thoughts.

"Why me?"

He paused, the water sloshing as his slow guided movements came to a halt. He got this serious look on his face, and you couldn't say you quite liked it.

"Why not you?" Is all he said, gazing right down into your eyes. In your periphery, you noticed the concrete ledge approaching as he drug you back to your original spot. Your margarita was sweating now, practically begging to be drank.

He stood you up once more, guiding you to your feet. You regained balance, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you did. Once you'd regained your balance though, you found yourself staring up into his eyes again. You mentally kicked yourself for not realizing sooner how beautiful he was.

"Why not," you agreed, wrapping your fingers around your glass once more. "Right?"

You took a very, long, drink.

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Bonfire night had come once again.

You did enjoy the routine you'd begun; just you and the girls, gathering in one room to get ready together as opposed to using your own vanities. It was the kind of thing that warmed your heart, the genuine sense of friendship; and hearing them discuss what we may all see brought you comfort in knowing you were not alone.

What you didn't enjoy as much was the event itself.

"Ladies, welcome again!" Mark greeted, appearing rather excited to see you all again. He'd met with you all the morning after your first date, telling you that you'd all need to agree on one male to send home by the end of the week. With tomorrow being Saturday, you were sure he'd reiterate his point tonight.

"You all look lovely; please, find your seats," he urged, and you all sat in the same spots as last time. He talked with you for a few minutes about your dates, and most of the girls seemed rather satisfied with their one-on-ones... that was, until it became yoru turn.

"Y/N! Tell me, how did the date go with Garrick?"

You straightened, squaring your shoulders as all eyes turned to you.

"It was great," you piped up, filling Mark in on your version of how the date went. He nodded in approval, and all eyebrows rose when you mentioned the kiss.

"You guys kissed?!" Sloane squealed, and Cat side-eyed you with a knowing glance. You felt your cheeks pinken in embarassment, but Mark appeared completely elated.

"That's wonderful! What a great first step in forming new connections," he declared, pointing to the other girls. "Maybe Y/N here will inspire the three of you moving forward?"

Violet shrugged quietly, and Sloane crossed her arms.

"Maybe -- depends on what I see tonight at this bonfire."

Mark shrugged, motioning to the screen below.

"Alright then, Sloane; let's start with Jack."

Everyone watched, eyes growing wide at the sight of Jack's lack of faith to his girlfriend. First, he's seen heatedly making out with Nadine; then, Imogen. Finally, he was seated in a chair, relishing the way Aura? Maybe? grinded atop his lap.

Sloane simply shook her head, disbelief coloring her cheeks.

"Childish." She said, unable to elaborate. "Simply childish."

You were next, forced to watch more of Drake's gross cheating. He was again with the same girl, this time playing songs on his guitar to her and taking her to his room, which was concerning. They made out in his bed a bit, which caused your pulse to skyrocket. How could he do this? Wasn't he aware that he was still in a relationship?

Your anger turned fury as the two walked hand in hand to his bathroom. No video was recorded as there were no cameras in his bathroom... but there was sound recording.

Cat's head whipped to you at the sound of the first moan. Mira cried out, her voice muffled against the sound of the running shower and wet slapping coming from behind the door.

"I've seen enough," you said, glaring at the screen. Sex? Really? Was everything now on the table then?

"I'm... so sorry you had to see that." Mark said apologetically. You shook your head, pursing your lips.

"Can't even say I'm shocked," you muttered, and Sloane reached over to give your shoulder a squeeze. You took the tough comfortingly, but could only shake your head at the footage revealed.

Cat went next, hers the shortest and most boring of anyone. Traeger was like a saint, mostly talking to the other women about Cat herself. She should be quite pleased with her man, then.

But the worst of all, had to be Violet's footage.

First, Halden seemed to go around kissing girls; then footage rolled from his second date with Syrena, where he got a bit handsy. But the kicker? That had to be when he brought both Syrena and Rhiannon into his bathroom, and yet again... the group was graced with wet, slapping sounds.

Violet sat still as a statue, tears welling in her rounded eyes. Cat leaned in to hug her, but the silver-haired woman didn't move.

"Violet... I-"

"I have nothing to say," she said, quietly interrupting Mark. He nodded and granted her some grace, not wanting to push her after what she just saw. The circle went quiet for a few minutes, until Mark cleared his throat once more.

"I hope that, though disturbing, you all gained insight from the footage tonight," Mark said, rising and propting everyone to do the same. "We'll have another meeting later next week; but before then, there will be a few changes to the house, as well as another date with each of you."

You all nodded wordlessly, still too stunned by what you just saw to speak.

"Tomorrow morning I'll be asking you to eliminate one man from the villa -- and you'll be asked on Sunday who you'd choose for your third dates," he explained, clasping his hands before his chest. "I suggest you all get some good rest tonight -- tomorrow will be a long, likely emotional day."

Great. Just what the four of you needed after a night like tonight.

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Apparently, the boys knew exactly what you needed after a night like tonight -- a calm, relaxing, smores-making bonfire.

You had to admit, you were cheered up when you got back to the villa and caught sight of the seven shirtless males outside by the pool, roasting sticks and sweets between their fingers. They all cheered as you filed in, and granted you the prime lounging seats outside.

Opting to sit by Sloane, you were grateful for her talkativity; she was explaining the events of the bonfire to the few guys surrounding her. You nodded along, noting everything she said to be true. But, it wasn't long until she was whisked away in favor of making a smore, and you were once again, alone.

But, not for long.

"How did it go tonight?" Liam asked, his voice soft as he approached from behind you. You sighed, shaking your head as he sat near the end of your seat.

"Honestly, no better than I expected," you said, rubbing a hand over your face. He extended a solo cup to you, and you gave him a small smile as you registered the daquiri inside of it. The two of you were quiet for a moment, and you found yourself drowinging in your thoughts once more. Was Drake really so unconfident in you that he felt the need to bring Mira into his life? Did he even love you anymore?

And more frighteningly, what was he seeing on his end?

In that moment, as you guzzled the rest of your daquiri, you decided you didn't really care what he saw. The kiss with Garrick? You hoped it made him jealous. But again, that was really all you'd done wrong so far; and Drake had done much worse.

"Come here," you urged Liam, and his eyes widened. You moved to make room behind you on the seat, and Liam took the hint. He snuggled in behind you, his strong arms winding around your waist as he held you close to his chest. You sighed, finally feeling at peace with yourself -- at least for that moment.

"You should never let another person, especially someone as thick-headed as Drake take up so much space in this pretty little head," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. Goosebumps erupted over your skin as his delicate fingers threaded through your hair, his chest rising and falling in time with yours as you rest against him. After about a half hour and two drinks more... the alcohol started to get to you.

You stood, telling Liam your wishes to make a smore; and with only a hint of disappointment, he let you go. You stumbled only once on your way toward the fire, blinking as you took in every person standing around it. First was Bodhi, and next to him Xaden; then Brennan, Ridoc, and... Garrick.

It took effort to walk up with as much confidence as you could muster, and when you did, nearly all eyes turned to you.

"Y/N! Hey," Bodhi greeted, tossing a playful arm around you. The weight of it bent your knees a little, and he laughed.

"Feelin' alright?"

You gazed up at him, your vision blurry as you gave him the best reassuring smile you could muster.

"Mhm," you mumbled, painfully aware of Garrick's hard stare. You made a show of draping yourself over Ridoc's shoulder, which drew an excited gasp as he turned the marshmellow over in on his stick.

"Hi again," he greeted, amusement evident in his voice. You grinned, widening your eyes as you looked up at him.

"Hi... can you, make me one?" You asked, pointing haphazardly at his marshmellow. He chuckled, pulling it from the flames and blowing once on it. You grinned as he plucked it from the stick, raising it before your eyes.

"Here, you can have mine -- do you want chocolate on it? Or-"

You surprised him by opening your mouth, your lips closing around the puffy white delicacy. His eyes went wide as a few others gasped around you, watching the way you took his one palm in both of your hands. Holding him still, you slowly sucked the fluff off his fingers, pretending not to notice Garrick's growing irritation.

When you finally let go, the two of you stared at one another. He looked shocked, but you aimed to look nothing short of sultry (not that it worked out too well, you were drunk anyways). Xaden quickly departed from the group, and the semicircle quieted as Cat approached.

She yawned, shretching her arms and gaining the full attention of Bodhi. Ridoc and Garrick however, continued looking right at you.

"Oh, sheesh guys, it's so late... I'll probably turn in soon," she announced, her words slurring only a little. Your world tilted as she spoke, the sound registering though you ocntinued looking at Ridoc. Bodhi said something about walking her to her room, and Brennan agreed with heading to bed.

"I can... help you to your room, if you like?" Ridoc said, breaking from his trance. You shook your head, giggling as you leaned in.

"No, no, I'm okay; but I wanted to thank you for today," you spoke up, annunciating so anyone else standing around could hear. "I've just been feeling so many things, it's nice to have someone who cares so much about me to pay me attention and give me grace."

Ridoc beamed, his hands quickly catching as you stumbled yet again. With his hands on your waist, your bodies so close... it was like no one else in the world existed in that moment.

You leaned in, blinking slowly as his lips drew closer.

"Why not, right?" You whispered, recalling his sentiment from earlier. He smirked, just before closing the gap between the two of you.

"Why not."

✧･ﾟ: *

The sun was far too bright and the morning was far too early, which only made your hangover that much worse.

You sat with the other girls on the bench by the cabana, the boys lined up in front of you just as they had been the very first day. But, today would be much different; Mark said so himself.

"Good morning everyone. Ladies," he gave you all a pointed look. "This morning is the morning you'll have to make a difficult decision. I've asked that you produce one name to eliminate from the island... and that being said, I'll ask for said name now."

Cat turned to look at you, but you could only look at the ground. Sloane yawked, looking anywhere but the guys which left it to Vioelt to speak up.

"We've chosen... Brennan," she said, and all eyes focused on him. She winced, her face apologetic as he took the elimination in stride. "I'm so sorry."

Brennan shook his head, glancing between the lot of you.

"No! No, I get it," he chuckled, holding up his hands in defense. "We're simply here to tempt, and I didn't make a deep enough connection."

Mark sighed, glancing toward the villa.

"Brennan, we'll ask you to gather your things, say your goodbyes, and exit the island."

Brennan nodded, clapping a few of the others on the backs. The sharp sounds only worsened your headache, and you forced a polite wave as he bid you all goodbye. It was sad, seeing him go -- he had given you a heart shaped pineapple slice, after all.

"But... onto better news," Mark regained the attention of the group. "With Brennan's departure, I'd like to treat you ladies before you go on your next dates. I won't require you choose someone new this time, but I would reccommend it."

His gaze shifted behind you, and you fought the urge to turn and look.

"I'll be asking for your new dates tomorrow, which makes tonight so important. But first... allow me introduce you to the newest temptation entering the villa."

The four of you turned simultaneously, and your eyes widened.

Striding down the boardwalk, was quite possibly one of the most handsome men you'd ever seen.

✧･ﾟ: *

Episode 5

[justevelynnnn]

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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Summary: Your mother invites a lonely coworker to Thanksgiving, a bit too lonely.

Characters: Andy Barber

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The smell of nutmeg hits you as you enter the house. That and the garble of voices. You take your time as you unlace your boots, keeping your jacket on as the rack is already overflowing with the like. You mentally ready yourself to face your famiiy and their annual judging panel. 

You peek into the front room as you keep a firm hold of the boxed pies you grabbed from your favourite bakery in the city. You promised dessert and you brought it. You'll put them down before you wade in the deep end. 

You enter the kitchen, rehearsing your greeting for your mother, but you're met with a stranger's back. He stands at the counter, scraping cranberry sauce from a saucepan into a serving dish. His brown hair is combed back neatly, though you can only see the ends from your vantage, and he wears a pressed shirt too white for the task at hand. 

You hesitate. Where the heck is your mom? You can't see the man's face but you can tell he's a bit too young for her. Or so you would assume. He could be a cousin's boyfriend and yet he might be a bit above that. 

"Um, hi," you say as you approach the end of the island counter, well away from him, "I'm looking for my mom." 

"Your mom? Doris?" He wonders. 

"Yeah," you answer as you set the pies on the counter. "I know I'm a little late..." 

"She just went to grab something from the cellar," he explains. "I'm Andy--" 

"There she is," your mom sweeps in with her seasonal gravy dish. "Mm, I knew you'd bring store bought." 

"They're from a local bakery." 

"You never did like being in the kitchen," she reprimands. "Oh, Andrew, that looks perfect. Not too runny." 

You glance at the man. This strange man draws praise from her like honey from a comb, whereas you find the task as easy as squeezing juice from a stone. You let it roll off your back like you have for years. 

"I got pumpkin, apple crumble, and some pecan. They usually sell out of that." You say. 

"Ooh, pecan," the man, Andy, says. 

"Oh, Andrew, my younger daughter," your mother introduces you as an afterthought as she goes to wash the gravy boat, "The typist." 

"Typist? Mom, I'm an admin assistant," you counter. "I guess it doesn't matter." 

"Just her, I'm afraid," she shuts off the faucet. "And her pies. No grandkids from her yet." 

You see that this year is going to be just like the last. You're better off facing the rabble of aunts and uncles waiting for you in the front room. Heck, the kids' table might be the place for you. 

"Thirty this year," your mother adds. 

You force a tight-lipped smile. When you were a kid, it was your grades or the stubborn bit of hair at the back of your head or that your sister, Tia, did it better. Now you're an adult, it's your lack of ambition or lack of kids. You don't think you lack the former and you don't really want the latter. Life is what it is. You have a job that pays your bills and you don't need to add to your cost of living. 

"I work with your mom." He offers. You look at him again. 

He’s tall, blue-eyed, distinguished. He’s older but carries it well enough. The thin lines around his eyes only add to his looks, and his thick beard further defines his jaw. 

"Oh, the law firm?" 

"He's a new partner," your mother preens. "Oh, he gave your brother some good advice too. Hopefully he can move out of that public office soon enough." 

Right, Rodney does everything right. He got into law, just like your mother told him too, and he has a pretty house and a pretty wife and three spoiled brats. Tia only has the one and a husband who works out of town every weekend. They're real grown-ups but to you, growing up seems boring. 

Your life isn't glamourous. You do diamond art or catch-up on the last issue of your favourite comic when you're not too tired. You get takeout once a week, otherwise you put the ready-made meals in the microwave and eat it in front of the television. It's not special but it's your life. 

"Public defenders do a service to the community," Andy says. "I did it for twenty years. It's not bad work. He can move up." 

"Mm, and yet you moved to a private firm," your mother challenges him. 

"Maybe you should be partner," he chortles at her playfully as he wipes his hands on the tails of the borrowed apron tied around his torso. 

"My mom makes really good stuffing," you say, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it, even if you're not home for the holiday." You drag your feet along the tile, "I'm going to say hello to Auntie Toya." 

"Good luck. She's in one of her moods," your mother tuts. "Must be menopause." 

You leave before she can aim another snipe in your direction. She can't help but let the bullets fly and see where they hit. It might be thanksgiving, but you're struggling to find much to be grateful for. 

🍂

"Mandy has a Christmas recital. I'll be sending the invite in the family chat," Tia, your sister, proclaims. "If you can make it, she'd be so happy, huh, sweetie?" 

She pets behind her daughter's ear and makes her giggle. Every awes and cooes at the little girl. Just like when your sister was her age, she's the princess of the family. 

"I can try to bring the kids," Rodney says. "We're thinking to get Kelly into dance next year. I need to get used to those things." 

Everyone laughs. You're not very amused. You're happy the kids have hobbies, that they are doing interesting things, but you just don't care that much. Still, your happy to be able to fade into the background. 

"I'm sure your sister can make it," your mother says, bring you back into the universe, "she doesn't have anything else going on." 

Your eyes dart back and forth. Your mouth is full of potatoes. You gulp painfully. 

"I can set the date aside. I still have some vacation left," you choke out. You can't make up an excuse with a whole audience to call you out. 

You sink back into silence as Tia goes on about the show. They're doing The Nutcracker. Oh joy. You were never a fan. Why can't they do something fun, like The Grinch? 

"Don't think I'm included in that invite," Andrew says under his breath from your left shoulder. As the two loners at the table, you're put together. "Kinda awkward." 

He chuckles, trying to ease the tension. You shift and hide your embarrassment. You forgot there was a complete stranger here to witness your judgement. 

"Right, well... I'm sure you have enough going on," you say. 

"I'm sure you do too," he pokes at the yams. "Kids keep you busy but life is already hectic." 

"Sure," you agree dully. You don't want to be rude. "you have kids?" 

"One. A son. Grown. He went to his girlfriend's for the holiday and his mom... is not in town." 

"Bad timing," you take another bite of potatoes. Maybe next year you can come down with a timely case of the flu. 

"Don't be silly. She doesn't have a boyfriend. We'd all know," your mother trills with laughter. You pop your head up as the hairs on your neck tingle. You know she means you before you even catch her gaze. "It'd be such an achievement, she'd have to shout it from the rooftops." 

You lost track of the conversation and you're not sure how you became the butt of the joke, but you're tired. It's supposed to be a day for family but it just feels like you're being cast out of yours. You put your fork down. 

"I'm going to clear my plate. Think I had too big a snack on the drive here," you stand, gritting back your irritation. "As usual, stuffing's delicious." 

You get up and make your way along the table. The silence is dense. Oh well. If they want to make this painful, you can do the same. 

You go to the kitchen and find a container. You scrape your leftovers into it and shake your head. You suppose you are behind. You're thirty years old. Next year you'll be thirty-one and her chiding will be even louder. The ticking of the clock will only ger worse as the years go by. 

"You're right, stuffing's good," Andy says. 

You wince and glance over your shoulder. "Uh, yeah. Like I said, think my eyes were bigger than my stomach." 

He comes up next to you and rinses off his plate, "well, I think my stomach would be turning too after that." 

"It's whatever," you shrug. 

"Thirty isn't old. You got time," he says. 

"Thanks," you reply tersely. 

"Not that it's any of my business." 

You're silent. It isn't but you're not going to be rude enough to say that out loud. Unlike the rest of your family, you can keep your thoughts to yourself. They might think you're immature because you're not living behind a white picket fence, but at least you don't act like a teenager. 

"It's better to take your time. You know, you rush into big decisions and you can't undo them. They don't always turn the way people promise," he says. "You follow that road map, take one wrong turn and you're wife's spending Thanksgiving with her 'work husband' at a hotel." He opens the dishwasher and wedges his plate between the metal, "Work husband, secret boyfriend, you know..." 

You're struck by the revelation. You can hear the tension in his voice. The hurt, the anger. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," you utter dumbly. 

"You're sorry? She isn't," he reaches for your plate and rinses it next. "I'm not telling you because I want you to feel bad for me. I guess I'm trying to commiserate. It could be worse." He adds your plate to the washer, "you're doing nothing wrong. Being alone means you have choices. Being tied to someone... you have obligations." 

"Yeah, sounds about right," you say. "Well, thanks. Not to benefit off your pain but yeah." You put the lid on the tupperware and sidle along to put it in the fridge, "I think I'm going to get some fresh air. Getting a bit overcrowded in here." 

"A little," he agrees. 

You leave and hold your breath until you get to the front door. Who knew the stranger at the table would be the only one to make you feel welcome? 

You grab your coat from the guest room and push your feet into your boots at the front door. You go outside into the brisk air. It's actually nice. Refreshing almost. 

You sit on the porch bench. In the colder months, it's rarely used. It hasn't snowed yet but the frost glistening on the grass is foreboding. 

You tuck your hands into your sleeves and look along the street. The other houses with yellow windows, glowing with the warmth and shadow of happy families. This time of year has only ever been stressful to you. You're never a part of the fun, you're usually the source of it. 

The front door opens and you fight to keep your unease under wraps. You don't need your mom lecturing you. Again. Or Tia telling you not to be jealous. Whatever happens is always your fault. 

"Whew, it's cold," Andy's voice eases your nerves as it assures you it isn't who you fear. 

"Yep, I don't mind. It's the only thin I like about this time of year." 

"Really?" He nears and sits on the other end of the bench. "I'm a summer person, I guess. Used to be we'd go to some resort for New Years." He says. 

"Sounds nice," you say. 

"I know. I'm moaning about a luxury," he scoffs, "trust me, I get it. I got it all, what do I got to whine about?" 

"I wouldn't say that. You never know what people have going on." 

"Nope," he agrees and rubs his hands together. He's quiet as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his legs. He bends and unbends his fingers as he examines them then sits up again. "Brrr. Only good thing about this weather, snuggle weather." 

He laughs. You try to. It's an awkward joke. 

"Maybe I should get a cat," he suggests. 

"Maybe," you clutch your hands tight. You should go inside. You know he's being nice but he's ruined the moment. 

Your teeth chatter as you take a deep breath of the late autumn air. Just a little longer before you go back. You close your eyes. 

The bench creaks and you think he's getting up. He must get the hint. Instead, as you open your eyes, you feel a weight across your shoulders. You flinch and peek at him from the corner of your eye. 

"You're shivering," he says. 

You look at him then back to the road. You should pull away but you can't. It feels mean. 

"God, my hands are so cold," he grips your shoulder as he puts his other hand on your thigh. 

"Woah," you catch his thick fingers. 

"Come on, let's get warmed up," he breaks through your resistance and rubs your leg. 

"Alright, I don't know what you think--" 

"What's so wrong about it? Like trains passing through the night. My wife's cheating, you're single, we could have some fun," he purrs as he holds you against him. 

"Um, no thanks," you grab his fingers again. "I'm flattered but--" 

"Shh, shh," he peels his hand away from your leg, once more evading your grasp, and grabs your chin. "Your mom told me all about it. How you can't get a date--" 

"That's not--" you latch onto his wrist, "stop, please, Andy." 

"Come on," he turns your head and nuzzles your nose with his, "I'm so fucking lonely. My wife hasn't touched me in over a year." 

"Your wife-- Andy," you hiss. 

"Just kiss me, please? That's all I want. Just a little affection. To feel wanted." 

"You're-- stop. Let go of me," you try to dislodge his hold on you. He's too strong.  

He tilts his head and presses his lips to yours. You murmur and slep his chest with your other hands. He hooks his arm around you as he angles you toward him. You writhe and bite his lip. 

He gasps and pulls back, keeping you locked in his embrace, "listen, sweetheart, you wanna play hard-to-get," he squeezes your jaw until you whimper, "what's mom gonna think when she catches you all over her married coworker?" 

"No, that's not--" 

"I'm sure she'll believe you," he snarls and slides his hand down to your throat. 

"Why..." you croak. 

"Baby, please, it's not a bad thing," he moves you with him as he edges off the bench. He turns, one arm still around you, his other hand locked onto your neck. He bends and forces you onto your back as he settles over you. "I'm going to make you feel just as good as you make me feel." 

You wriggle and whine. What he says is just as scary as what he hasn't said. He'll make you feel as good as you do him, or as bad.

[rosenclaws]

Tangled Webs || Worst!Logan x Spider-Woman!Reader

summary: You're the resident spider woman in this timeline and you're semi friends with Wolverine and Deadpool. One night Logan sends you an odd text asking for help but the help isn't what you thought it was going to be.

warnings: reader is referred to as spiderwoman but only a couple times tbh, Drinking/smoking. Talking about trauma and Canon spidey events

wc: 2k

a/n: My spiderwoman reader fic is here!!! I really really hope you guys like this bc I really do and low key I already have another idea in mind for it oops. This is heavily inspired by Amazing Spider-Man: Extra! Issue #2 if you want to read the story yourself. Its the 3rd story I think in the issue.

Of all the people to text you randomly at night, the last person you'd expect was Wolverine. I mean you didn't even know he had a phone let alone knew how to text. You aren't really sure how he even got your number.

Actually.

Wade. It was definitely Wade.

You never even gave Wade your number. He stole your damn phone and put himself in as a contact. Thank god it was just your Spider phone. Spidey phone? There's nothing special about it, it's just another phone you sometimes use for spider business. You only got it after almost leaking a few pictures onto your normal social media accounts. Talk about a close call, it's just better if you have two separate phones. You were just sitting on a roof watching the city when the text came in.

Meet me at the Den. Need help with something.

~ Logan

The Den? What the hell is the Den? Man why can't old people just send their location or something.

Curiosity gets the better of you as you look up the place. It's some dive bar on the outside of town. You jump off the roof and start to swing there. It must be serious if Logan was asking for help. He never does. In fact you didn't even think he liked you very much. Ever since you found him and Wade mid fight and joined them he seemed to be pretty hostile towards you. He even made fun of your name.

"So what are you Spider-girl?" He asked with a judgmental look on his smug handsome face.

"Spider-Woman actually." You put your hands on your hips as Logan just laughed. His arms flexed as he crossed his arms.

"Doesn't that just roll of the tongue."

Ever since that well, you and Logan weren't exactly buddies now were you. Wade was easier to get along with, although he was kinda weird. He told you that he was ecstatic that this world could afford the rights to a spidey. What ever the hell that meant.

Apparently Logan was from another universe which was pretty cool. I mean his existence pretty much confirms the multiverse which is nuts to think about. You wondered if the Logan from this timeline was just as attractive as this new one. So you had a little crush on the man, I mean you have eyes. But things can never go past silly day dreams. It was too complicated.

Honestly, you should say no to this meet up. Tell him you're busy. But he'd call your bluff and you'd fold anyways. You should stay away from Logan. He's on to you and you know it. Those super sense of his have been dampened by coming to a new world but once he gets used to everything it'll be clear as day he knows you. Well, he doesn't actually know you.

Outside of the suit you're a waitress at some shitty 24 hour diner. The very diner those two boys decided to eat one night after a mission. You had been the one to greet them but immediately got your coworker to take their order. You hid in the back but you knew Logan caught a whiff of your scent. You just hope it was covered by the smell of coffee and cheap oil.

So you're forced to admire him from afar when during the day, keeping your distance every time he decided to eat at your work. Then at night you can be his ally

He's standing outside waiting for you by the time you get there. A cigar in his mouth and he's not in his wolverine clothes.

"Hey there Wolvie, what's the problem?" You land on the ground right next to him. He just looks at you and gestures to follow him.

"Aw man I really hate bars." You mumble as you follow him in. It's pretty dead minus a few people who were already so far gone they barely batted an eye at seeing their local Spiderwoman hanging out with Wolverine.

"Give me that whole bottle of Crown." Logan points towards a bottle on the shelf in the back.

"A whole bottle? Logan don't we have to, oh I don't know, fight crime?" You whine and he just shushes you.

"Calm down, I can't get drunk for more than a minute Webs." Logan takes the bottle and leads you to a booth in the corner. He slides into the booth and pops off the lid, bringing the bottle to his lips.

"So what's your deal huh?" He asks.

"Uh what?" You lean back in the booth, he offers you a sip but you decline.

"I mean why wear that?" He points at your suit.

"Why do you wear the bright yellow spandex?" You counter making him chuckle.

"I asked first darling."

"It's complicated." You say and Logan just rolls his eyes.

"Try me." You take a deep breath and try to phrase things right. This isn't a therapy session but Logan is something you haven't had in a while. A friend.

"I mean you know...We have these powers. What kind of heroes would we be if we didn't do something with them?" You look down at your hands. Your mask hides your face and you're grateful for it so he can't see the lost look in your eyes.

Logan huffs. "I think my powers have done more destruction than any good." He looks down at his fists. Sometimes he can still see the blood if he stares long enough.

"Yeah but you've also saved a lot of lives. I mean according to Wade this whole timeline would be gone if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't be here without you." Logan looks up and tilts his head just slightly.

"Yeah I guess so." You watch as he chugs half the bottle. You don't know whether to be impressed or completely disgusted. Maybe a little bit of both.

"Who died?" He asks bluntly as he wipes away some of the amber liquid from his lips.

"What?" You're taken off guard by his question.

"People don't risk their lives for strangers who hate them if they don't have a good reason. No one's that nice." Logan leans on the table, a drunken smile crossing his face. You know it'll fade in only a minute but you have to say it looks good on him. Smiling, being happy.

"I lost my Aunt. She died because of me. I was so selfish and mad that I let her go alone to this stupid little liquor store at the corner of the street." You clench your fist as you're brought back to that day. The blood on your hands.

"I could have saved her, but I didn't." There's more. Your Aunt, your first love, your best friend. All gone. All because you were too late. Logan passes you the bottle and you shake your head.

"One sip, that's all you're getting out of me." You lift up your mask ever so slightly and take a sip. Almost spitting it back out immediately.

"Oh my god you like this stuff?!" You gag as you give the bottle back to Logan. He laughs and finishes it up. Sighing as the warmth spreads through his body.

"That is vile."

"No that's just Whiskey Darling." A beat passes and Logan pulls out a picture from his pocket. It's old and crumpled and torn but you see the X-Men. It's not the ones from your world though.

"I lost them all and I let my grief fuel my anger. I wear the yellow spandex as a reminder, not of what I lost but how I failed them." He glances at the clock and sighs.

"Let's get out of here." You follow him out of the bar and back onto the streets. He leads you down the alley next door, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.

"You didn't fail them Logan. You just lost your way for a little while." You place your gloved hand on his arm. He's even more handsome up close you notice. Those eyes, so pretty but filled with so much pain.

"You're a better man than you give yourself credit for. I know you are." You mean every word.

He's not the picture perfect superhero but neither are you. That would be boring. The world doesn't need more perfect people. It needs people who've loved and lost, who understand better than anyone the need to protect and fight. Logan is that person. He's got a kind heart whether he likes it or not.

"I used to know a kid like you. Back in my world." He hums.

"We were...friends I guess. He had that same kind of thinking as you do. Thought I was a good guy." He looks wistfully to the sky.

"I think he took one too many hits to the head." Logan glances at his watch and takes another puff of his cigar.

"You can go."

"What about the mission?"

"It's past midnight, my birthdays over."

"Your birthday?!" You gawk. "You called me across town to watch you drink? Why?!" Logan just shrugs. Enjoying the slight annoyance in your voice.

"Didn't want to drink alone." He says like it's obvious. Why not invite Wade or Al or literally anyone else.

"Why me?"

"Because, you have this crazy idea in your head that I'm better than I give myself credit for." He parrots your words from earlier.

"Not that I believe you or anything." He adds on. You shake your head in disbelief.

"Now, are you going to tell me who you really are?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"What? Now why would I do that Logan." "You know who I am, seems only fair. Plus it's my birthday." He says with a grin.

"It's not your birthday anymore." He takes a step closer to you and you feel your heart drop. He smells like whiskey and ash, but somehow you don't mind it too much. Not when it's him.

"That suit can mask some of your smell but I know that smell, I know you." You just shrug, trying to play it cool as you step back. You want to tell him, you really do. But it's just better this way. I mean he wouldn't...you're not the kind of girl Logan chases after. Who knows what revealing your identity could do. It makes things a million times more complicated but its the way it has to be. For now you'll just stay the girl at the diner and the masked nuisance he calls for a drink.

"Happy Birthday Logan, get home safe alright old man." You shoot your web up to the roof of the nearby building and shoot up in the sky.

"Hey wait!" Logan calls after you but you're already gone.

"Dammit."

Logan trudges home. You lifted up your mask tonight. The scent got stronger and he knows it's familiar. He just can't pin point where. You smell so sweet, like vanilla and flowers and just a whiff of coffee. Wade is passed out on the couch by the time he gets back. He shivers at the thought of Wade ever finding out his birthday. The last thing he needs is a birthday party planned by Deadpool.

He quietly opens his door and freezes, his window is open. His claws come out as he tries to sense any danger but nothing sets him off. Only the faint smell of vanilla. His claws retract back into fists as he notices a cupcake, probably from that little grocery store down the street, with a candle stuck in it. Next to it is a birthday card with some cheesy words and messily scribbled pen inside.

Happy Birthday Logan. Next time just ask me if you want to catch a drink. You have my number <3

He picks it up and smiles. When was the last time he had cake or a birthday card? He takes a look out his window but there are no signs of you to be seen. He closes it and locks it, taking a bite of his treat.

You watch from the building over, smiling when you see him take a bite. If only things weren't so complicated you could have really celebrated his birthday. Maybe one day things will be different and you could take off the mask. You and Logan could talk, things could be good. You could be friends...maybe something more.

But that's just a fantasy and for now, that's all it will be.

[spidey-webz]

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

Masterlist

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. 

taglist: @nonamevenus

[tinystepsforward]

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.

[pipsqueaks89934]

please make more merman stories, i love it sm and its so hard to find merman x reader that this good

anyways don't forget to drink water to stay healthy and have a good day! <33

YAY MY FIRST ASK! 🥳

Thank you, I don't like the taste of water it is the lack of taste that I hate. (╥﹏╥)

Yandere Merman x Marine Biologist reader part 3

Warnings: broken ankle, Yandere stuff

You've been home for about a week or so and Wade is always near you but the good news is Wade lets you continue your Marine biology work. He sometimes helps you study and learn more about the ocean and its creatures. The only part that made you worry was when you had to talk to your boss/teacher about why you were gone for so long without a word. You ended up lying to him about being in a car wreck and being in the hospital for all the time that you missed because you ended up having a broken ankle. You have proof that since Wade did break your ankle, you did have to go to the hospital so they could fix it. Since your boss/teacher was strict you were scared that he would fire or kick you out of the course but he was understanding and gave you extra time to turn in your assignments that you missed while you were out. After he sent you what you missed you immediately got to work on the assessments because you didn't want to fall even more behind in the class than you already were but it was kind of hard to focus on anything since Wade kept bothering you and trying to get your attention.

“Guppy, why don't you come swim with me?” Wade asked with a whine as he rubbed your legs as you sat on the dock with your legs in the water while typing on your computer.

“Wade once I finish I promise I'll swim with you but I have a few more research reports that I have to finish,” you explained while trying to figure out how to answer the question. “I don't know the answer to this question!”

“I can help you with that,” Wade said with a smile as he tried to look at the computer. “What is it?”

“What is the biggest ocean animal that has ever lived,” you said while trying to think. “I don't know if he means dating back to the dinosaur period or now.”

“I would just say the blue whale and if he says it's wrong explain that you didn't understand the question,” Wade explains while rubbing your legs again. “Can you swim now?”

“Well…” you say as you get up from the dock.

“What?” Wade asked as he looked at you with confusion.

“I need to get some pictures of some underwater animals, print them out, and send them to my teacher,” you explain while you reach the door to your house. “I'm going to need your help getting them so I'm going to change into my snorkeling gear, get the underwater cameras, and re-wrap my ankle so I can swim with it.”

You waddled inside the house so you could do everything you needed to before coming back out with the cameras.

“Can you help me get in?” you asked Wade as you handed him one of the cameras.

“Of course,” he said while helping you in the water. “So what animals do you need pictures of?”

“Batfish, parrotfish, clownfish, zebra shark, and black tip shark,” you said as you got used to the water. “I was thinking that you took half the pictures and I took the other half of the pictures.”

“I'll get the pictures of the sharks while you get the pictures of the other fish since I don't want you near them,” Wade said as you too started swimming. “I'll come find you when I'm done.”

You nodded your head before you and Wade parted ways so you too could find some fish. Since your ankle was wrapped up you had a hard time swimming but since you wrapped it well it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would but it still made it hard to swim. Wade got the pictures fairly quickly and came to find you once he got them. You on the other hand didn't get any pictures in the time of almost 30 minutes. After a while, you decided to go up and get some air so you could think about ways to get the pictures. Wade found you while you were getting some air so he decided to join you.

“Hey, guppy,” Wade said as he swam up beside you. “I got those pictures you asked for.”

“Really?” you asked while looking at him in surprise. “That fast?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile as he held up the camera. “How many have you gotten?”

“None,” you said with a pout. “It's hard to swim and the fish keep swimming away from me!”

“Aw, guppy,” Wade said while hugging you. “I can help you if you want?”

“Thanks,” you said before Wade pulled away. “Let's get those pictures now.”

You both went back underwater and started looking for the fish. Once you found them Wade swam to them and got the pictures for you. Wade let you take some of the pictures of the fish but at a distance so you wouldn't scare them away. Once you got all the pictures you needed Wade helped you back to the dock near your beach house so you could take a break.

“Thanks for helping me today,” you said as Wade helped you on the dock. “It helped me out.”

“It's me who should be thanking you,” he said as he pulled himself up on the dock. “I like it when you ask me for help besides I know how you can make it up to me.”

“How?” you asked while looking at him as you stood up.

“In bed tonight but right now you should get a shower,” Wade said while following you inside the house once his tail changed into legs. “You don't want to smell like the sea do you?”

[lcriedlastnight]

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.

[imasoftieforbarb]

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”

[nikooldman]

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)

[httpscomorg]

//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…

[thenewestxmen]

I am convinced that Wade had a really hard adjustment when Logan came into his life.

After I called after Logan when we returned to my home universe, I welcomed him into that shitty apartment. The only thing I regret informing Logan of is that it was a one bed apartment with a pull out couch. The second I got home. I introduced Althea to Logan and Logan, Althea. That night as everyone was welcoming Logan, mini Logan, and I back home, I announced we would in fact be moving out. Al already sometimes pays rent, and her disability insurance and checks should cover her. Logan doesn’t have money so he will stay with me, at least until he scrapes up enough money or sobriety to get his own place. That night, Wolverine takes the floor. 

“You can take the bed, I can take the floor unless you’re feeing a little hot.”

“The floor will do fine.” He says in a firm voice. He’s pretty much too tired to argue or call me a bitch. 

As I lay awake, insomnia slapping me across my ugly nutsack of a face, weirdly the only thing I can think of is what Logan said in the Honda Odyssey. The few hours ago, Vanessa had come over, she started to brag about Dermot or whatever his name was. “You couldn’t save a relationship with a god damn stopper!” His voice rang in my ears. “Gimme the dog and talk to the girl.” He had said. What’s the point? Some boring guy at her workplace was able to land her and I couldn’t. Figures, when I met her I literally paid her to tolerate me. I have no clue why she stayed after that. I attempted to flirt, but honestly… I’m not interested. I know, I know. I was willing to go back in time to get her back when she died, I know I blew myself up too. But honestly, what is so great… not to sound rude, but honestly, I’m a world famous merc and literally unable to die, so messed up I got an amazing sense of humor. And she was a stripper and left me when things got a little rough. I chatted with her a bit at the homecoming party, but after that, my eyes wandered… to Logan. Aw shit. The guys is hot. Come one Wade, pull yourself together!

Now I’m laying on the pull out, he’s three feet from me, sleeping and snoring softly. But still even though I’m just now realizing how incredibly handsome he is, how perfect even, it’s not the first time I’ve felt attracted to him. In the void, he held my hand and decided to die with me to help me. But even after he did so, his hurtful words still ring in my ears. My stomach weirdly hurts, like a cold pit dropped down my throat. That when I realize my face feels hot, and burning teas stream down my face. This doesn’t often happen, or at least not usually when I’m insulted. But Logan’s words really hit me hard I guess, and just now, as the words sink in a bit more, they push and force the salty hot tears out of me.

“Hmm… Wade?” I hear from behind me. Logan woke up and heard me… quickly I wipe the tears and turn to face Logan, resting my head back on the pillow. I hope my face isn’t too red and puffy, even through the darkness and lighting my scars make.

“Sleeping soundly peanut?” I say in a sexual voice. Although my dumbass self forget that little Angelbaby has great senses. I can see it on his face. He smells my salty tears.

“Why the fuck are you crying?” Logan says in tired deep voice.

“Im not crying, it’s just the moonlight reflecting off of your sugary tits into my eyes, so they look all shiny.” I say, half assed excuse. Obviously he doesn’t buy it and gets up, walking over to me, and starts laying on the other side of the pull out. 

“What’s wrong bub.” Why the hell do people ask that question when I’m trying not to cry?! I just burst into tears. 

“You… I… I can’t do anything right… you’re stuck we me, in my own universe! In my shitty apartment, stuck with a nutsack faced fucking failure.” I say in gasps for breath. He just pulls me in, holding me for a moment as my chest hurts and strains. Everything’s a wreck, I don’t want this life. I don’t want to live forever, I don’t want to be a merc or car salesman, I don’t want to be depended on. Logan just hushes me.

“It’s alright…” he says. He’s awful at this comfort shit but his deep smooth voice and warm embrace is rather soothing. He allows me to cry, soaking his shirt. I cry until I’m trembling and my jaw and chest hurts. Even when I stop because of the pain, he holds me. Everything is a mess and I want everything to be all better. I’m moving and the Wolverine is depending on me for a place to live and I am a mess and can’t have a good relationship with anyone… the closest thing to one is with my blind elderly roommate who despises me. Logan rocks back and forth, hushing and humming. He will occasionally say, “it’s ok Wade…” or something. My chest starts to stop aching and I just let him hold me, letting my eyelids close. I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow, and I’m not looking to finding out. Everything’s a mess, and it’s all my mess.

authors note: should I turn this into another fic series? This is going well, I think I could go off this into a series, idk. Sorry I didn’t post this earlier, it took a while to write this bcs I was busy.

[rebelliousstories]

Christmas Eats

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Wade Wilson/ Deadpool x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Strong Language, Brief Angst

Word Count: 1,220

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: The merc with the mouth knows no bounds when it comes to the wonderful treats at Christmas time.

Consider Donating: Here

“If you do not stay out of this damn kitchen, so help me Wade!”

The tensions in the apartment were sky high this day. And it was not being made better by a certain someone that has already been named. Honestly, it was a wonder that he had not been banished from the apartment entirely. Alas, Wade was still able to remain in his home for the time being.

In the countdown to Christmas, his girlfriend had been baking like nobody’s business. Cookies, cupcakes, brownies, candies; you name it, she had baked it. Because of this, she had, also, not allowed her lovable boyfriend into the area that she had made her own.

“Listen, you are making all of these sweets. You’re making dinner every night. I just want to gobble something sweet up. If it’s not you that I get to eat, I at least want a cookie.” Wade lamented, resting his elbows on the countertop that she was not using.

“You can have a cookie outside of the kitchen. Let’s not forget when you mixed up salt and sugar in Logan’s cookies without telling me because you wanted to help.” Her eyes cut up to see the appalled look on her boyfriend’s face.

“I would never do such a thing,” he clutched the invisible pearls on his chest. “The fact that you would accuse me of such things. I am helpful.”

“Right. Look, here. Take a cookie.” A sweet, chocolatey treat was shoved in his mouth which made him quiet for the time being.

However, he removed the cookie, but at least made sure to finish the bite before speaking. “Jokes on you, and the author, I’ll never be quiet. But I do appreciate all of the cookies.”

“What author? Who the hell are you talking to?” Instead of answering her, Wade just took a couple more cookies before leaving to go back to the couch.

With a sigh, she continued making the treats she had in her bowl. A redo, or peace offering of actual, proper cookies for a certain Wolverine. She felt so bad seeing his face when he bit into one. The pursing of his lips, and the judgmental, suspicious look in his eyes was not what she had been hoping for. It was not until she had tried one for herself and realized why her lover had such a smug yet somehow innocent look on his face.

From that point on, he had been barred from helping her make anything. Logan trusted her to make him treats now; that alone was worth having Wade out of her way in the kitchen. Sticking the batch of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Rather than noticing the streak of flour the was now upon her brow, she found her boyfriend trying to sneak back into the forbidden area.

“Wade Wilson!” He stood as still as he possibly could, but she could hear the faint curse he let out when he got caught.

“I just wanted some dinner,” came a whimper, accompanied by those radioactive Sharpei eyes.

“You ate an hour ago. Take a snack from that horse you have in your room.”

An exhausted sigh came from her lips as she finally decided to read the time on the oven clock. Half an hour till midnight. It might be time for her to go to bed finally. Once those cookies were out of the oven, she could finally tuck herself into her warm and comfy spot that she inhabited with her lover.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized just how much of a stress baker she was. Ever since almost losing her lover in an effort to save their own timeline, she made sure to take the time to really make moments count. As much as she gets onto him about kitchen, or messing with her things, she would not like it any other way. It was further proof that he was alive and with them.

Regardless of the fact that she was not close with her family, and thus had to form new traditions later in life, her new little found family was perfect. But it did cause her to bake far more this Christmas in anticipation of the craziness. It was a stressful time of year. At least she was doing something that benefited people rather than causing harm to herself or others as she tried to process her emotions.

Ding! Her timer for the cookies went off, and not a moment too soon. It was only a few minutes left till midnight before she slumped herself into bed. Well, the cookies were out in fifteen minutes. But then she had to set them on their cooling rack, made sure the oven was off, stuff cleaned, and put up her newest in anti-Wade efforts to the entrance of the kitchen. Her beloved red suited goober was all tucked into bed already as she came to join him. Even being asleep, he realized when she was near, and welcomed her with open arms to make a snuggle pile. Mary Puppins was behind the crook of his knees, soaking in all the warmth. As she laid her head down to sleep, she could not help but think that this was the way to live.

Crashes and curses awoke the woman in a fright while the moon was still high. Glancing at her clock, she let out a defeated sigh as the time only read three am. Another crash got her out of bed, with their trusty canine companion following after. She knew exactly what had woken her up this late in the evening. And that was the image she found.

Wade was tangled up in the baby gate that she had placed before going to sleep. Limbs were contorted in odd positions, but, of course, his face remained away from the monstrosity. For something that was only a few feet off the ground, it managed to really twist him up. The fact that her lover was thwarted by something so simple should have made her laugh, but she just groaned.

“Hey, um- I love you?” Wade mustered his best apologetic expression, trying to evoke the cuteness of Dogpool and failing miserably.

“Wade. Winston. Wilson. The hell are you doing? Know what? No. I don’t wanna know. I’m going back to bed. You figure yourself out of that mess.” She snatched up Mary Puppins on her way back into the bedroom. Laying back down, the sounds of Wade tried to unpretzel himself from the baby gate caused her to throw a pillow over her head to drown out the noise.

Some time later, Wade did managed to slip back into the bed without a single baby gate part attached to his person. However, he did have a cookie, or five, lodged into his mouth like a deranged chipmunk high on drugs. She would scold him about crumbs in their bed in the morning. For now, she was going to enjoy her sleep uninterrupted with her dog, her boyfriend, and the smell of her cookies floating through the air.

Oh, and Wade was going to replace that baby gate. It is going to be useful and employed in their apartment way more often now.

[ramblingautisticman]

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!)